#I LOVE the sky and clouds so much and the view you get from an airplane is like incomparable!! also I love airports with the big windows an
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boyfriend!eddie and reader having sex in the back of his van whilst it’s raining 😫
Hi! Thank you for the request! I got a little carried away with the love-y, poetic-y stuff but theres still all that smutty stuff too!
18+ only, please!
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It started slow then all at once. It was the kind of rain that warrants attention, the kind that demands you sit and watch.
So that’s what you and Eddie had done. It was the safer option as well, to pull off the highway instead of pressing all the way home through the storm. Instead, you pressed through until you got to the old field just on the cusp of Hawkins that you two used to visit when you had first gotten together.
It really was just a field. An old lot that you’re sure someone owns but hasn’t invested a lick of time into. Overgrown grass and a forested edge. Weeds and wildflowers weaved their way in and took claim to the land. The place is theirs but you and Eddie have been known to borrow it in the past. Not so much in the present.
Just you, Eddie, and the wildflowers.
It was where you first really hung out. In his van, doors propped open, letting the breeze in— it was where you got to know each other. It was home to the first time you held hands and the first time you shared a kiss. It was home to a lot of late nights where Hawkins seemed too overbearing and you both just needed to get away.
In a sweet way, it was kind of like a home to where your love for each other sprouted. You and Eddie used to say that there were just as many wildflowers out in the field as there were kisses you’ve shared here.
Beyond kisses, it was a place of innocence.
When you and Eddie grew to that stage of your relationship, you spent more and more time in his room, growing more and more familiar with each other. Eventually, you stopped coming to the field. As time passed, the tire tracks in the grass faded and once again, the field was a place that only the wildflowers reigned.
Today though— today, you pay the field a visit.
Heavy rain on petals, dripping from their leaves like tear drops, you’re greeted by the weeping wildflowers, more abundantly spread on the land than you remembered.
In the way the flowers appear to cry, it elicits a similar feeling inside you, like the swell of happy tears, born from being reunited with a lost friend.
Eddie puts the van in park, reaching his hand back across the center console to squeeze your thigh. “We’ve got a lot of kisses to catch up on,” he says, meeting your gaze and nodding his head towards the plethora of brightly coloured speckles amongst the vast green.
“Better get started then,” you laugh.
Like time had never passed, you and Eddie follow the same routine you used to. With a polite wave of his arm for you to go first and a gentle murmur of ‘ladies first’, you maneuver yourself to the back of the van with Eddie following suit.
You both kick off your shoes and you take your seat, the place that Eddie has always set for you. He swings the back doors open, letting the mist of the rain and the dimmed rays from the clouded sky in.
“Really raining, huh?” Eddie says as he settles next to you.
“Yeah, we needed it though. I would say the flowers needed it, but it looks like they’re doing just fine on their own,” you say fondly, scooting yourself to get a better view of the outside and coincidentally closer to Eddie. He does the same, shifting so he’s closer to you.
He brings an arm over your shoulder, pulling you flush to his side.
“So, those kisses…” he says, grinning at you.
“Smooth, very smooth,” you smile, tilting your chin upwards to him as an invitation.
Eager as always, he wastes no time closing the distance between you two.
Lips to lips, nose pressed against nose, he brings a hand to your jawline and he leans forward into you. Eager, very eager.
“Something tells me you want a little more than just kisses,” you laugh when he parts his lips from yours, trailing his pecks across your cheek and dipping them down to your neck. You practically feel his smirk against your skin.
“You know me so well,” he laughs softly, breath fanning over your skin.
You run your hands down his chest, stopping at the hem of his shirt, tugging it upwards. He pulls away enough to help you remove it, flashing you a grin in the process. He’s not going to say it, but you both know he’s not the only one who wants a little more than just kisses.
His shirt thrown to the side, you run your fingers over his bare chest. The breeze coming in, and your gentle touch work in tandem to sprout goosebumps over his skin. He shivers, shaking his head gently, making you huff a soft laugh. He flashes you another smile, this time, hands grabbing to lift up your shirt.
“Let’s see how you like it,” he teases.
He pulls the cotton of your shirt up and over your head and before he has the chance to touch you, you already feel the crawl of goosebumps over your skin, as well as a light mist from the rain blowing in. Shivering immediately, Eddie laughs softly, but doesn’t hesitate to bring you close to him.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get you warmed up,” he teases, making you laugh.
His arms snaking behind your back, a quick tug on the clasp on your bra has it coming undone. He guides you downwards, helping you lay back onto the carpeted and blanket covered floor.
Both arms caging you in, he hovers over you, letting you still feel his radiating warmth, but leaving just enough space between you two to free you from your bra. His mouth spreads into a smirk as soon as your hardened nipples come into his view, already perked and pebbled from the chill.
“S’cold,” you whisper.
“Poor baby,” he coos.
He dips his face down, placing kisses to your collar bones and slowly working his way down. His hands rub your sides in long languid motions, careful friction with the intention of warming you up. At the same time, he presses his body to yours, sharing all of his warmth.
His kisses get lower and lower until he’s sucking harshly on your chest, each press of his mouth like a spark of warmth in your bloodstream. He’s doing a good job of keeping his promise to warm you up.
His mouth connects to your nipple, the heat of his mouth like a sweet relief that encompasses your whole body, all the way down to your core.
Your hands weave into his hair as his tongue swirls and sucks. When he switches sides, taking your other nipple into his mouth, you hardly have the mind to feel the way the dampness of your skin nearly frosts in the air. No, instead, your hips cant upwards, seeking relief elsewhere now.
“Eddie,” you hum, tugging lightly at the roots of his hair.
He hums back with a raised inflection in his tone— asking you what you need without parting his mouth from you. You lift your hips again, the denim of your jeans meeting his lower belly with the way he’s positioned over you.
He removes his mouth from your chest with a wet ‘pop’ before looking up at you with a cute smile and contradictory dark eyes.
“Feeling warmer?” he asks through his grin.
“More,” you whisper pleadingly.
His smile deepens, eyes dancing in amusement as he passes his hands down your sides a final time, pushing himself up and giving himself the space he needs to remove both of your remaining clothes.
“You know,” he starts. His hands work at your pants, undoing them, while he spares you quick glances, a certain mischievousness lingering in each look your way. “They say if you ever meet somebody who might have hypothermia, you’re supposed to cuddle with them naked.”
“Funny,” you huff quietly, trying to stop the way your lips demand to tug up. You lift your hips for him as he shimmies your jeans down your body.
He meets your gaze once again with raised brows. “I’m serious, saw it on one of those survival shows,” he says as he throws your pants to the side.
You match his gaze, raising your brows to mirror his. “Eddie, you’ve already got me down to my underwear, don’t think I need any more convincing,” you reply with nothing but adoration for him in your voice. He laughs, and you beckon him forward, sitting up just enough to reach his pants, tugging the belt undone. Eddie helps you with the rest, freeing himself from both his denim and boxers.
“Hope nobody comes out here or they’re gonna see a whole lotta ass,” he says as he tosses his clothes next to yours.
You bring your hands to the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down and Eddie quickly takes over, pulling them the rest of the way down your legs and adding them to the pile of clothes.
“Nobody comes out here,”
“You’re only saying that ‘cause it’s not your ass on the line, it’s mine,” he laughs as he situates himself, guiding your knees outwards to make space for himself. His hardened cock demands your attention as it bobs in front of you, but you catch his gaze.
“They’d be lucky to see your ass,” you smile sweetly at him, knowing it’s the truth— that if someone did come out here, he’s the one in the direct line of sight, not you.
“Yeah, yeah,” he smiles back, rolling his eyes. You huff a laugh through your nose, pulling him closer to you, making kissy lips at him. He indulges you, leaning forward and sweeping you up in a kiss that he’s quick to deepen.
With his body hovering over yours, he moves his forearm to rest on the floor under your shoulder to keep himself steady. His free hand snakes between the two of you, sliding along your lower belly until he reaches your mound. His fingers quickly breach your folds, gliding towards your already slicked hole. Groaning into the kiss, he gathers your wetness on his fingertips before moving back up to your clit.
Slow circles on your sensitive button, your breath hitches. At the same time, your hips buck— your body's way of demanding more.
The kiss becomes sloppy, wet, and full of your heavy pants. Eventually, you lose the capacity to move your lips against his as he continues his movements, speeding them up ever so slightly. Your chest rises and falls with your quickened breaths as he works you past just relief and well into the territory of explicit pleasure, heat blooming heavily in your lower belly.
“Need you t-t—“ you stutter, your own ragged breath interrupting your speech.
“Need me to what, baby?” Eddie asks, relishing in the way he has you worked up like this, nearly so far gone that you can hardly speak.
“Inside. You,” you moan, trying to gather your wits. “Please.”
“My girl wants to cum on my cock?” he says tauntingly, loving the sight of you like this. He speeds up his fingers and your hips stutter, the emptiness inside of you becoming too much to bear.
“Please,”
“I don’t know if you’re ready for it. Think you’re warmed up enough?” he taunts again, keeping his unrelenting pace on your clit.
“Mhm,” you hum in a strangled breath. “Please, Eddie.”
His movements on your clit stop and are replaced with the throb of need. Before your whined breath can carry up from your lungs, through your throat, and out your mouth, his cock is at your entrance pushing in, quickly bottoming out inside of you. He steals every ounce of your breath, pushing it from you in a heavy mewl, his own deep groan sounding in your ear as he leans in closer to you.
“Fuck, how’s that feel, baby?” he asks.
You suck in a breath, whining softly, and he presses a kiss to your cheek. He hums, encouraging you to answer his question.
“Feels good, Eddie.” you moan.
“Yeah?”
“Always feels good.”
Eddie presses another kiss to your cheek, followed by a quick peck to your lips before shifting. Taking both your knees in his hands, he tilts your hips upwards giving himself better leverage. As he does, he cock perfectly pushes against your g spot, knocking you breathless once again.
“Just like that, huh?” he rasps, watching you as you take steadying breaths, eyes already fluttering. You nod your head fervently, desperately needing him to move.
Meeting his gaze, he smiles softly, knowing exactly what you need.
Slowly but surely, he pulls his hips back from yours. Pushing back in, the head of his cock grazes that perfect spot again and you sigh contendently as your eyes flutter unrelentingly in your pleasure.
He finds a steady pace that has you moaning and mewling. Every stroke bringing you closer to the edge, the chilly breeze is a thing of the past. The way the rain patters against the van and the gentle sounds of the wind whispering through the air doesn’t breach your consciousness in the slightest. The only thing on your mind is Eddie— and when he brings his hand to your clit, continuing those pleasure filled little circles, your mind is reduced to nothing but a puddle of love for him and how he’s making you feel.
“F-fuck, feels so good,” he stutters, picking up his pace.
You feel the heat simmering in your belly and you know any second you're about to reach your peak. Grasping forward, you anchor yourself to Eddie with a desperate hand wrapping around his arm, clutching onto him with everything you have.
His breathing is ragged, grunts and groans decorating each thrust into you. Skin on skin, the sticky slapping and the wet obscenities with each pump give nature's sounds that echo through the field a run for their money.
He picks up his speed on your clit, abruptly pushing you right over the edge. Your body tenses, pulses, and stutters under him, washing you over in the euphoria of your high. Eddie’s not far behind as he chases you into the waters of pleasure.
With your hips jerking kinetically from his fingers on your clit, he relents his movements, pressing his hand to your hip, anchoring himself to you much as you had done to him. As his fingers press into your skin, his pace starts to become uneven.
With a low groan, he thrusts deeply into you, his hips meeting yours completely. The depth of his reach and sudden contact on your sensitive clit has you jolting, adding a second wave to your dwindling orgasm. Your muscles tense harshly, fluttering around him, making him nearly whine as he comes undone. Drawing from you once again, he continues slow, shallow thrusts, working himself through his release.
Your orgasm subsiding, you hum happily, still feeling the tingly remnants of pleasure in your body all the way from the tips of your fingers to the tips of your toes. Eddie collapses besides you, not going far at all, mere inches from being halfways on top of you.
Reaching your hand over his back, you're met with his wet skin, more damp than just sweat, and you retract your touch out of surprise.
“S’just rain,” he mumbles into your skin. You return your touch, gliding it down the expanse of his drenched skin. You use your hand to slick it off from him.
“Didn’t know you were getting rained on,” you say, shaking the water from your hand before settling it back down against his back, cuddling closer to him.
“It’s only water,” he replies, lifting his head to see you, a grin pulled across his rosy face.
You both lie like that for a while, sharing whispers and each other's company before separating enough to put yourselves back together. In the moment you hadn’t noticed just how much rain was blowing in through the open doors. Only after the fact did you realize the way the carpet was heavily dotted with wet drops and how both yours and Eddie’s legs were coated in a misted dew. Eddie got the brunt of the rain, his whole backside dripping wet.
You helped him dry off, giving him kisses for his sacrifice despite him telling you it was well worth it. Once you were both redressed, you wrapped the two of you in one of the fuzzy blankets you keep back here.
“Why’d we stop coming here?” Eddie asks, pulling you in tighter to his side.
Tilting your face up towards him, you raise your brows as you meet his gaze. “Because you started only bringing me to your bed,” you reply, hiding your smile by pursing your lips. He laughs, face lights up with amusement, a deep smirk spreading across his face because he knows you’re right.
“Well, this was fucking amazing, I think we should do this more often,” he jest, pinching at your side. You squirm but he rubs his hand over the affected area, soothing the pinch and the tickles away.
With a warning raise of your brows, despite your unwavering smile, he takes the hint, placing a quick kiss to your cheek like a sugar coated apology.
You agree with him, you should come back here more often, but you don’t indulge him in that information just yet. Instead you redirect your gaze over the kingdom of wildflowers in front of you.
The rain, slowing to a drizzle, your eyes reap over the field, taking in the small details you used to be so well acquainted with. It’s both nostalgic and bittersweet. It’s the same place you once knew, yet, at the same time, it’s entirely different.
It’s a tender wash of feelings. The field flourished without you. Similarly, you and Eddie flourished without the field. It was a funny thing to come back like this— like both you and Eddie, and the field greeted each other so dearly, with heavy rain drops that felt like tears, only to show off the ways in which you’ve both grown since you’ve been apart.
Growing is a part of life, as it is a part of love, both of which you’ve become familiar with ever since you met Eddie. Before, you thought love was supposed to be fiery crimson and vibrant magenta, heavily embellished with love hearts and fireworks. As time has gone on, you’ve grown to understand that love has shades. Love can be vivid and flashy and extravagant, but it can also be the simple things.
Right now, love is an overgrown field, hued blue from the overcast sky, with green grass sprinkled in pink, orange, yellow, and red confetti. Love is rosy cheeks and rain misted skin. Love is simple, natural. Love is you, Eddie, and the wildflowers.
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hi hii ( ；∀；) since its geto suguru's birthday today (03 february), could i pretty please with a cherry ontop kindly request something about it? can be suggestive or fluffy!!! bonus points if satoru's teasing him all the way through because we love an annoying bestfriend
in bloom — geto suguru x gn!reader
a/n: what’s with me writing hurt/comfort for characters’ bdays—forgive me anon, but I have decided to make him suffer a little first 🙏 and hey I am late again but what’s new 🧍♀️
suguru wouldn’t exactly call himself someone who views the world in a poetic way.
he doesn’t concern himself with the meaning of the sun’s particular position behind the clouds today or the darkness of the sky that seems to mesh with the rays of the sunset.
it all seems a little too complicated for his liking.
nature is to be loved, of course, he thinks, but he just isn’t the type to go into details about it.
he just lets out a small hum of appreciation and a thankful sigh about yet another day accompanied with a good weather and a sun that doesn’t burn his skin but warms it just right.
that’s enough he thinks.
but right now? he sure hoped that nature was the topic that occupied his mind instead of the incessant sound of clapping.
it plays on a loop, and when he thinks that it stopped—even for a second—he starts hearing it in the rhythm of anything around him.
he wants to rid himself of all this misery and being sentenced to relive this event in every time of the day. he desperately wants to forget it all, but he halts.
wouldn’t forgetting it disrespect those who have passed? disrespect the tears and blood spilled? disrespect the pain that his best friend had to go through alongside him?
wouldn’t mean that he is treating the friends who died along the way as a burden that he needs to dispose of? but if forgetting is disrespectful then the remembrance is devastative.
what does he do? does he act on it? does he forget it or not? or does he tried to find a solution, a way to rid everyone of this burden—but then he halts yet again. it feels too much. it is too much.
so he does what he thinks is best and he pushes it aside, neither forgetting or remembering it endlessly—as much as he can.
a bit of time passes, summer bursts through the door, and he has never hated it so much.
the sun is scathing to his skin, and the sweat makes him feel disgusting like those in the star plasma group. but the shower is a place that he fear? hates? despises? loathes?
the shower head never failed to let out drops in a rhythm that wickedly mirrored that of the claps of the people in that cult.
he notices the worried glances of his friends—those he sees anyway—and he appreciates those who ask about him when they get the chance to—satoru. still, he feels suffocated, and he keeps wondering just what will set him free from all of this.
in what form will salvation come in?
it came discreetly, that’s what he knows, but he doesn’t know when.
he doesn’t know when he started to seek the sun’s heat more, the darkness’ quietness, or the fields behind his school, especially the fields behind the school. flowers are nice, but what role do they play?
they simply just exist. they do nothing effective to help him with solving his inner turmoil, so why does he sit in the field, gently playing with the petals of an iris?
it’s a lot of questions. he knows. he is also searching for answers.
and salvation? he doesn’t expect it to come in the form of you.
he doesn’t know when you made your way into his heart, and he knows that he started looking forward to your “good morning, geto!” to transform into a “good morning, suguru?”
maybe because he cared about you, but why does he do that? then he remembers some stuff. they’re minor, but they are what he remembers at the moment, and he thinks they’re enough.
he remembers the worried glances of his friends—you—and he appreciates those who ask about him when they get the chance to—you then satoru.
he starts to remember how you followed him and never left him to his thoughts, always considerate of his feelings and asking him to convey what he truly wanted.
like that one time you going to buy meals for everyone. after you asked everyone their preferences, you went to him—leaving him for last and at the time, he remembers feeling a little offended because why?
you asked the same question that you asked to everyone, “what would you like to eat?”
and he replied with his constant at that time, “i am not that hungry, but satoru probably wants something sweet so you can get him kikufuku.”
“I already asked gojo what he wants. what do you want to eat?”
he stills for a moment, and he opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. you roll your eyes with a smile, ignoring his malfunctioning, and ask him something else, “what’s your favorite food?”
he blinks before murmuring softly, “zaru soba.”
“see? that wasn’t so hard, was it?” you smile and ruffle his before running away yelling, “the best zaru soba is on the way!”
in that moment, he couldn’t help softening his expression and the small smile that appeared.
another thing that he had assumed is that this journey through these thoughts would be a solo one.
last thing he expected was you dragging him out to the roof of the school before asking him right away, “what’s on your mind?”
he resists. it’s not your burden to shoulder, and, frankly, it’s none of your business, so why should he tell you?
so he doesn’t and replies lightly, “nothing.”
for some reason, when your expression becomes ridden with sympathy and sadness and your hands gently hold his own, he feels something.
your thumb rubs his hand soothingly as you murmur, “it’s okay; you don’t have to say anything just—“ you take a deep breath “—just know that I am here for you, and I am trying to understand—“
“why?”
your eyes travel to his face, and he is barely keeping it together.
“why did she have to go through that? why were they delighted in her deaths?”
you listened to all his questions and thought of answers together. words never stopped flowing from him, and you never stopped indulging him. he remembers that first ray of sun that hit his eyes.
he had been spilling his emotions till sunrise, and you stayed. you weren’t talking to him like he is crazy either. you discussed it through and through.
you stayed, and you were trying to understand.
then he figures out that you frequent the fields behind the school. you tell him that you go there because sometimes you just need a break from everything that surrounds jujutsu and the school itself.
he finds himself agreeing that, yes, sometimes we need a break.
at some point, he finds himself going there with you. the two of you talked about anything, not just the thoughts that plagued his mind (plagued?).
satoru bugs him about where he goes after school, but he tells him nothing. he feels that letting the secret of the fields being known by anyone other than you two makes it lose something to him.
gradually, he starts going there before you. while he waits, he finds himself thinking about how the sky is brighter nowadays. maybe it’s the seasons or some kind science stuff that satoru is into.
he laughs off the thought then he begins to see your figure approaching the field, slowly but surely.
he takes in your shocked face then the smile that creeps up your face. suddenly, the sun shone brighter, but a small breeze kept him cool.
that’s when he realized that spring has entered, and the daffodils are finally in bloom.
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⊱ contents: yuta x fem reader, post-relationship, smut, dubcon elements, yandere, jealousy, fingering, classroom sex, possessive behavior
⊱ wc: 1.5k
⊱ synopsis: Your boyfriend Yuta is perfect; lenient and secure. He trusts you more than anything. So why do his palms get sweaty when you talk to your friend Yuji?
"Hahaha! That's so dumb." You nudge Itadori with a giggle, him laughing back. He had stopped you for homework, which had now escalated to unrelated chatter.
Yuta smiles along, patiently waiting for the conversation to cease.
Eventually you wave Itadori goodbye, continuing your walk through the school hallways.
“I didn’t know you two were so close.”
“Yuji? Yeah, I guess we started getting along.”
Your boyfriend scans you up and down, in a way that betrays the nicety of his smile.
This was only the beginning of Yuta’s water torture. Every other day he’d see you talking up your newly established friend, and each time it came close to dismantling his well-mannered front.
With every playful gesture the two of you exchanged, it became hard for him not to stare possessive holes into you. Like he could capture you if he’d stared hard enough.
He was better than this; he was a good boyfriend. No, you’d even promote it to perfect. He knew this, and knew the bearer of such title wouldn’t throw a jealous fit. So on went his unbothered charade, suffering in silence.
The more he internalized it, the more it nagged him. Like a bad song stuck in his head. Why were you laughing with him, and not your own boyfriend with as much ease?
Yuta would be lying if he said he wasn’t starting to get frustrated with Yuji at least a little from his density. He was always too friendly; something Yuta viewed as good up until now.
It was now that when you’d offer him small pecks, he’d pull you in for just a moment longer with a sinister longing welling up in his deep blue eyes, confining your reflection.
Even after a few months his secret wishes went in vain, evident in the way that just today, you had agreed to hang out with Itadori outside of school.
Truly you thought nothing of it, but Yuta was having an anxious fit. His jaw even hung open for a moment at the news before quickly composing himself.
Even if he trusted both of you, even if it was in a public scene – It was eating him alive.
They say people tend to fill in blanks with pleasant imagery, but the opposite was true for Yuta.
His love for you was ugly; it whispered paranoia into his ears. The groundless prospect of you sharing flirtatious looks with another guy clouded his better judgment.
Looks soon turning to touches, touches escalating to kisses, kisses leading to…
He stops there. Lest losing the remnants of his sanity.
It was after school around 5, the two of you having fallen victim to cleaning duty.
“Can you follow me?”
His shift in mood was quite noticeable ever since you dropped the bomb on him, and that long silence was interrupted by his abrupt request.
You tilt your head inquisitively, but comply. The delicate hold he takes on your hand fails to foreshadow what’s to take place.
He leads you to your empty classroom. The dusk sky had dimmed all too soon, painting the scene with a mellow orange hue.
You sit half-perched on a nearby desk, resting your palms on the edge.
“What is it?”
“Are you doing this on purpose?”
Yuta looks sad, like a dog, aching for a morsel of your undivided attention.
You answer his question with a quizzical look, blinking in ignorance – only until the pure, searing jealousy in his eyes burns through any confusion you may have had a second prior.
The realization kicks in, in the form of a quiet “oh”.
Of course. You wince, doing a mental facepalm.
Soon, his shadow envelops you snugly, making you shrink back and slide up the desk to sit fully.
Your feet swing above the ground, leaving you at his mercy. Nowhere to run. Furthered by how you were now caged within his arms, warm hands dearly holding yours.
You feel his breath against your mouth, eagerly closing distance until he kisses you as if running out of time, his grip grows more firm. Clumsy, even. You gasp as a tongue is shoved into you, fevered to explore every inch.
The kiss lasts nothing short of an eternity until he pulls away, desire only inflamed rather than satisfied.
You whisper out his name, slightly overwhelmed.
Yuta breathes softly onto your neck, bordering on animalistic.
"If you were trying to get a rise out of me, it worked."
You whine, trying to push him away weakly but failing miserably.
“I wasn’t.” you stammer.
But seemingly nothing you say will salvage the situation now.
"I don’t want you to go."
It was a soft plea, but the demanding undertone sent shivers up your body. Such selfish requests were a novel concept coming from Yuta, but the delivery alone helps you realize they were underlying all along.
And now, that it consumed him.
He slides his left hand onto your shoulder to keep you still, the other inching inwards your thighs. Instinctively you wriggle away, but only end up falling flat on the desk assistingly.
“Wait… we’re still in school.” he holds back a laugh at how your flushed face was forsaking your prim act.
Yuta looms over you with little to no composure, hooking over your leg with his arm, holding your thigh. What was to come was unavoidable now, your heart racing miles per minute.
You squirm as he bunches your skirt up and his fingers graze over your clit, slowly pressing against the fabric like playing you for reactions.
And correspondingly, you flinch and let out a small noise. He rubs circles around you, grinning to himself at how quickly he got you soaked.
He keeps up until you whine – in his head a plea for more, which he’s more than eager to satisfy.
Wasting no time, he reaches into your panties, teasing you more before the roughness of his calloused hand invades your velvet walls, making you tighten them shut.
"Relax..." He chuckles shyly, failing to hide the damn near perverted pensiveness he wore.
It inches in slowly. Your insides felt so hot and inviting, and your thrilled face was driving him crazy - his love for you heightening to almost destructive. His breath gets caught in his throat in delirium.
His pretty fingers dip in and out leisurely, the cold of his ring making you twitch with each deep thrust.
They quicken before he knows it. Oblivious to you, his patience had worn thin long ago.
"Ah, mngh... Yuta, slow down-"
To think the careful hands that would never overstep small loving touches, could fuck you like this, was baffling to say the least. Especially since his upward curl on your sweet spot was making it hard to think at all.
"Feel good?"
"I... I dunno," Yes, God, it felt amazing but you couldn't tell him that - unless to die of embarrassment.
But he knew nonetheless. It was impossible not to with the way your mouth hung open, eyes struggling to do the same. But he wanted to coax it out of you himself.
Yuta gives your head a small kiss - like a feigned apology for how he soon presses you down, one knee now touching your chest, welcoming his digits deeper against your will. Startled, you gasp for air both from the sensation and the compromising position.
He maneuvers his fingers like he has your body all figured out, curving to a spot you never knew you could hit with fingers alone. The uncouth feeling makes whatever dignity you clung onto get knocked out in bliss.
His pretty black locks hang over you as he smoothly leans down more, both worsening the feeling and making his voice vibrate quietly in your ears.
"How about now?"
"Mn, uh, yes..." It spews out of you, as if your body spoke for itself disregarding any rationale. The way you were in shambles from his hand alone made him sigh in anticipation. Just how you'd look when he stuffs you with something more…
“Will you stop talking to him?”
You can barely grasp what he’s talking about, and just nod automatically. He looks contented, kissing you as a prize.
For a moment his movements slow from your stiffness, but he subdues it easily. The pace unrelents, and humiliation doesn’t begin to describe what you feel in being so powerless over a few fingers. The overwhelming weakness of your limbs almost has you convinced that he must have sedated you.
You cling onto his white uniform with noises slightly resemblant of words, and he gets the hint. He laps his tongue against yours, continuing to toy with you.
Soon a firework erupts in your brain, blurring your surroundings, even your thoughts. Your shameless, muffled noises spew into his mouth.
You shiver as it slowly dies down, leaving you twitching and gasping.
Yuta pulls back to look at you pleased, and you reciprocate – only more dazed.
His fingers pull out steadily, as if sad to be parting with you.
He licks them clean, then meets you with a warm smile. Such a filthy act done so casually.
Through hazy vision you can’t help but see yourself in his dim eyes again, staring back like she’s trapped in his pupils forever.
“Let’s go back to my dorm.”
♡ ao3
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Amor
Summary: After a bad day at work, coming home to his family makes Javi realize his day wasn't so bad after all
Word Count: 1.9K
Pairing: Dad!Javi x f!reader (no use of y/n)
Warnings: Tooth rotting, sickening, fluff 😩😭 Allusions to smut, breeding kink, dad!Javi needs his own warning bc oh my GOD (more specifically, girl dad!Javi...) (*Also general spoiler warning if you don't want to read NTL out of order!*)
A/N: Y'ALL. I told you the dad!Javi brain rot was UNREAL. After writing this, I don't think I'm ever gonna be able to stop writing for dad!Javi ever and I'm not even sorry about it 🤷🏼♀️ Don't mind me casually screaming from the rooftops about how much I am obsessed him okay BYE 🤪
Can be read as a standalone or as a part of the NTL universe!
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Shitty.
There were a lot of words Javi could have used to describe how his day at work had gone.
At 9:30, after his weekly phone call with border patrol, who provided him with little to no helpful information, the word would have been annoying.
At 11:15, after Agent Miller knowingly jammed the copier and left it for someone else to fix, leaving Javi with no way to make any copies, the word would have been frustrated.
At 3:40, after his department meeting with the other Sheriff’s Offices from the county, none of whom came prepared, as usual, the word would have been angry.
And now, at 6:15, after a spilled afternoon coffee, a giant stack of paperwork that had been thrown on his desk, and a pounding headache, the word to describe his day was nothing short of shitty.
Throwing his briefcase into the passenger’s seat, cranking the AC up and the volume of his car radio to zero, Javi sat in his truck, silently brooding in his moodiness to sulk in the misery that had been his absolutely shitty day.
The rest of his drive home was the same as his pouting in the parking lot of the Laredo County Sheriff’s Department- no music, no windows down, no grin on his face like his usual drives home after work. Javi couldn’t remember a day at work this shitty since the DEA, and that in itself was saying something.
As Javi pulled onto your street, dust swooshed beneath the bouncing of his truck tires along the gravel road, the sun just beginning to fade from its vibrant yellows and oranges to its soft pinks, beaming behind the clouds scattered throughout the September sky. The view was just enough to snap him out of his overbearing funk- the brightly colored sunset painted behind the view of your house and tiny, shadowed figures dancing in the driveway meant that nothing else in the world mattered anymore. Not frustrating colleagues, piles of paperwork, even spilt cups of desperately deserved coffee. The only thing that mattered to him now, were his 4 favorite people in the world, waiting for him to come home. The only thing that mattered was his family.
Lucy was the first to notice Javi’s truck rolling down the driveway, immediately prompting the 4 of you to pause your soccer game that had been happening in the front yard, which, after your two year old had decided she wanted to get involved, had really turned into more of a match of “Chase Harper through the grass as she tries to run away with the soccer ball”.
“Daddy’s home!” Lucy and Elliot squealed, bolting towards Javi’s truck as it finally reached a halt at the end of the driveway, prompting you to scoop up Harper and follow behind, knowing she would be just as thrilled to see her dad, even if her little legs couldn’t keep up with her older sisters' quite yet. The girls bounced in excitement, frantically waving at Javi as they waited for him to exit the car.
From the moment the driver’s side door was open, and both Javi’s feet were on the ground, Lucy and Elliot were wrapped around Javi’s waist, squeezing him with a love and affection that instantly eased every last bit of stress, melting away any remnants of the previous parts of his day.
“Hi Daddy!” The girls giggled in delight as they latched tighter around their dad’s hip, the feeling instantly making him crouch down to their level and drape his arms around them, pulling them in as closely as he could in return.
“Hola, Pollitas.” (Hi, little chickens). The sigh Javi let out was like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders, hugging his girls just a little tighter and longer than normal, almost as if he couldn’t bear to let them go.
“Daddy, you’re squishing me!” Elliot squealed, wriggling her little body in Javi’s grasp.
“Yeah, Dad, you’re gonna crush us!” Lucy teased, both the girls bursting into laughter as Javi gave them one last squeeze before hosting them up, letting their little legs flail as he shook them in his grasp before setting them back down, pressing a soft kiss on each of their heads.
“Crush my Pollitas? Never. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Javi teased back, making the girls roll their eyes.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” Harper cooed, outstretching her arms towards Javi as the two of you made it to the driveway, Javi immediately scooping her up from you and hosting her in the air, peppering her with little kisses across her body, making her squeal just as loudly as her sisters.
“Mi mas pequeño amor (My littlest love).” Javi grinned, resting Harper against his hip as his little fan club had finally parted ways enough for you to greet your husband, gently cradling his face in your hands, pressing a soft kiss on his lips, savoring the sweet taste of him that felt like home.
“Hi.” You smiled, pulling back just enough to see the sweet grin spread across his face before leaning back in for a hug, letting the warmth and scent of his body engulf you whole, making the grin on your face just as wide as his. “Long day?” You asked, still pressed against his chest, noting his arrival time back home was later than normal.
“Not anymore.” He beamed, staring down at you with that tender gaze that still made you melt, even after all your years together.
“Daddy, can I show you the picture I made you in art today? Please, please, please?” Lucy pleaded, once again wrapped around Javi’s hip, gently tugging at his shirt for his attention.
“I made one, too!” Elliot interjected, crossing her arms in defiance, a shocked look on her face that her sister dared to leave her out of the art contribution about to be made to their dad.
“Your little artists have been hard at work today.” You grinned. “I’m pretty sure the Peña house is going to soon be a nationally recognized museum for pictures of puppies, Daddy, and gorillas.”
“Gorillas? That’s a new one.” Javi laughed, looking at you with a confused tilt of your head, your only response to shrug your shoulders in just as much confusion and amusement.
“Mrs. Collins read us a book about them in library today! So I showed Elliot and Harper how to draw them!” Lucy beamed, proudly crossing her arms over her chest with a satisfied nod.
“I’m sure they’re amazing, mi amor (my love), gorillas and all.”
“Alright goobers, now that Daddy’s home it’s time for dinner, why don’t you go clean up the rest of your art stuff and we can show Daddy your pictures before we eat.” You smiled, Javi gently setting Harper back on the ground, only to quickly be scooped back up again by Lucy, the 3 girls racing through the front yard and into the house, giggling and screeching in excitement the whole way there, leaving you and Javi watching your daughters dash across the driveway.
Once the girls were out of sight, Javi’s hands slid down your sides, fingers pressing into your hips as he tugged you in closer, making your rest your hands on his broad chest as he kissed you, now making you giggle as he grabbed an unexpected handful of your ass, giving it a playful smack as you swatted at him, rolling your eyes.
“You’re in a surprisingly good mood for having a shitty day at work.” You smirked, biting down on your lip as you raised a suspicious eyebrow at him.
“How’d you know I had a bad day at work?” Javi asked, cocking his head in confusion, hand still gripped tightly around the small of your back.
“Because I know you like the back of my hand, Javier Jesús Peña. I could just tell. Plus, you always give those girls an extra big hug after a long day, since I know how much you miss them, even though you literally saw them this morning.” You snickered, lovingly nudging Javi before pressing another kiss onto his lips.
“What? Like it’s a crime to miss my family while I’m stuck in terrible fucking meetings and doing shitty ass paper work all day? To wanna spend all my time with my beautiful daughters and their even more beautiful momma? Fine, guilty as charged, I guess.” Javi winked, gently tracing his thumb on the soft skin of your stomach, barley peeking out between your shirt and shorts.
“Well I guess the five of us will all just head off to Peña prison together since we’re all guilty of missing you just as much.”
“God, you’re such a dork.” He sighed, pulling you in to plant a kiss on your forehead. “I love you so much, Osita.”
“I love you too, Jav.” The two of you stood there for a moment longer, the comfort of each other’s embrace, forever your favorite feeling. “Okay, we should probably get back in there before the munchkins get up to no good, huh? In addition to trying to teach Elliot and Harper how to draw gorillas, Lucy was also trying to teach them how to body check someone when they played hockey in the driveway.”
“They are their mother’s daughters, I wouldn’t expect anything less. Plus, I apparently have some pictures of gorillas to go see.” Javi chuckled, reaching back to open the passenger side door of his truck to pull out his bag as the two of you headed back towards the house.
“Well, if you needed something to make you feel better, looking at Elliot’s attempt at drawing you, her, Lucy and Harper riding on a purple gorilla while I chase you riding a rainbow gorilla will probably do the trick.” The two of you laughed, walking hand in hand to the front door, pausing one last time on your porch before entering back into the giggles and grins filling your home. “And if that doesn’t work, I bet after we put the girls to bed, I can think of something else that might help you feel better, too.” You smirked, eyeing Javi up and down with a mischievous grin spread across your face.
“Yeah? You gonna let me give me baby number 4, huh Momma?” Javi’s face lit up, biting down on his lip, his eyes wide and smirk even bigger than yours.
“Bold of you to assume the rainbow gorilla isn’t enough. Guess we do have an extra room to fill, don’t we?” You giggled, giving Javi a playful nudge before heading through the door, joining the girls in the kitchen, eagerly waiting with drawings in hand to show their dad. As Javi trailed behind you, greeted by the image of his wife and daughters gleefully gathered around the kitchen counter, waving their colorful papers at him, he couldn’t help but feel his heart burst at the seams, flooded with sense of love and comfort that he was convinced nothing else on this earth would ever be able to top.
Even on the shittiest of days, Javi knew that nothing could really ever be that bad, knowing he would get to spend the rest of his life coming home to the 4 people in the world that made it all worth it. Knowing he would spend his forever surrounded by the love of his family.
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Rain and Realizations
Brief Description: James is so in love with Y/n and Y/n loves the rain.
Point of View: 3rd Person
Word Count: 797
Character: James Potter x Reader
James and Y/n were studying in the common room together. Well, Y/n was studying, James was just there to have an excuse to stare at Y/n for hours on end.
Outside, rain clouds were gathering, darkening the ground of Hogwarts, and sending students inside at the threat of rain soaking them to the bone.
Y/n lifted her head after what felt like years of studying to adjust her neck; thanks to looking down at her work for so long, she had gotten a crick in it. She smiled at James (who returned it with a lovesick smile) before she looked out the window. Her smile widened as she saw that rain had begun to fall.
"James, look," she said softly, pointing at the window. "It's raining!"
James swooned. Merlin, did he love the sound of her voice.
His eyes finally left Y/n as he turned towards the window. The sky outside was dark, covered by grey clouds compared to the usual bright blue that it normally was. Raindrops hit against the window pane, racing down the glass; it was indeed raining.
"It is," James replied, looking back at Y/n. "What does it matter?"
"I love the rain," Y/n cooed, looking at the window longingly. She gazed out the window for a moment longer, then her face lit up and she turned to James. "We should go out there," she suggested.
James hesitated to reply. He would hate to reject her proposal and make her sad, but he'd also rather not go outside in the pouring rain and get soaked to the bone.
Sensing James's hesitation, Y/n pleaded, "Come on, please, Jamie?"
Red bloomed across James's face, he looked away from her in shyness as she used his nickname, reserved for her, and only her.
How could he say no to her when she was practically begging him?
"I – okay," James sighed, finally agreeing with her.
Y/n grinned happily, quickly packing her things away as James followed suit. Her things were put away faster than James, as she tossed her book bag to a corner of the common room where no one would touch it.
"Hurry up, James," she urged him, rushing towards the portrait hole, waiting eagerly to get outside.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," James reassured her, setting his book bag down next to hers before walking over to her.
When James was close enough, Y/n grabbed his hand, rushing them both out for the common room, through multiple corridors, and down into the courtyard.
The rain was falling down from the clouds in a light drizzle, the perfect kind of rain for Y/n. For James, it was another story: his vision had been blocked from the rain smearing his glasses. Y/n giggled as she realized this, taking a step closer to James and removing his glasses from his face.
"Can you still see?" Y/n asked him.
"Yeah," James whispered.
He almost couldn't catch his breath with her this close, her face inches from his. His head felt funny as her scent invaded his nose, not even the rain unable to block out her lavender scented perfume.
Y/n looked away from him, holding his glasses tightly in her hands, being careful to not break or drop them.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Y/n murmured, smiling softly as she looked across the courtyard, then up at the sky, the rain hitting her face and cooling her down.
"Yeah," James agreed, looking at Y/n longingly. "It really is."
And in that moment, that very moment, James realized just how in love with her he really was.
All he could see, all he could think about, everything came back to her. Whenever someone smiled, all he wanted was to see hers. Whenever someone laughed, all he wanted was to hear hers. Whenever he made eye contact with someone, all he wanted was to gaze into hers. Whenever he was alone, he craved her presence. He was in love, madly and wildly in love with Y/n L/n.
But she didn't love her, and that much was easy to see for him. Sure, he knew that he meant a lot to her, that she cared for him, but she cared about everyone, all her friends meant a lot to her. And that's all he was to her: a friend.
But he could live with that, right? It was enough to be her friend, right? He still got to help her when she was down, laugh with her whenever she broke into a fit of giggles, be at her side though everything. That was enough, wasn't it? Even though it wasn't in the way he wanted, he still had her. And that would be enough, right?
Right?
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Hi I have a request! How about a one-shot of Wukong and a female s/o, with Wukong after landing on Sandy’s ship accidentally falls asleep (due to lack of sleep and power drain) while being patched up, latching onto the closest person to him at the moment (s/o) using her as pretty much a teddy bear leaving her stuck with sleepy purrs, coos, and all?
Sorry if it’s a lot😂 😅
୨⎯ 𝑺𝑵𝑼𝑮𝑮𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑲𝑬𝒀 [𝑺𝒖𝒏 𝑾𝒖𝒌𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒙 !𝑭𝑬𝑴! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓]
ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇxᴛ: ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ᴡᴜᴋᴏɴɢ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴊᴜʀɪᴇᴅ?
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ! ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟᴏᴛ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜰᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ.
➨ Tonight, a dark blue hue painted over the sky, decorated beautifully with fluffy clouds and shining stars as far as the eye can see. The silhouette of the city’s skyscrapers looked like mountains, a nice touch to the landscape view from Sandy’s cargo ship.
➨ You decided to help Sandy with fixing and organising after he finally set the ship after all the damage it had gotten throughout your adventures with MK and the others. Of course, you let Wukong know about your location since he went out on a solo mission that needed to take care of some unfinished business.
➨ As much as you were worried, you trusted Wukong to return safe and sound. Right now, you and Sandy were taking a break, and he decided to brew some tea to relax and have a conversation amongst each other.
➨ “Sandy, this tea tastes amazing! Is this a new flavour?” You spoke, astonished by the wave of delicious flavour overwhelming on your tastebuds. “Yeah, I thought I'd try out something new. I’m glad you like it.” He responded, flattered by your compliment and smiled.
➨ At the moment, you and Sandy are talking about things aside from your adventures and focusing more on other things, such as your love life with Wukong. “So, how’s things with Monkey King?” Sandy questions you, and you respond with a light blush on your face. “Everything’s great. We have been living together for a few months, and everything seems good. He’s on a solo mission now, but I’m sure he’ll come unharm-”
➨ A flash of lightning came bolting down from the sky in the blink of an eye and then crash-landed on the harbour near Sandy’s ship. All of you got frightened by the abruption towards your peace and quiet.
➨ When you and Sandy carefully investigated what came crashing down, it was Wukong, but to your surprise, he looked severely wounded and didn’t seem to be moving. “Wukong!” You were the first to react, came closer to his body, and checked whether he was okay. Turns out he’s still breathing; he’s only sleeping. The injuries must have weakened him so much to the point of exhaustion.
➨ “Thank goodness.” You muttered to yourself and held onto him tightly. “Sandy! Can you lend me a hand?” He agreed and carried Wukong back to the ship, and you prepared First Aid on the couch.
➨ Even though you know Wukong can’t die, it still bothers you when he does reckless or impulsive things that get him into these messes. Sandy told you to take it easy and help him get patched up while he finishes off the ship.
➨ You took out the bandages and disinfectant from the bag and took off his torn-up shirt. Carefully, you wrapped up all the wounds and soothed the bruises around his body. Once you were finished, you placed his head on your lap and let him rest.
➨ You looked down and noticed how adorable he looked when he was sleeping. You smiled as you started petting his hair and scratching his ears before, all of a sudden, you felt him softly purr. That’s when your heart melts to the point you feel like you just fell in love with him again.
➨ He looked like a cat as he moved around you and stretched his arms and legs. Now, both of your hands are on him, and you take this opportunity to caress his tail and see what happens. He began to coo like his baby monkeys and couldn’t help but quietly squeal at such a precious moment.
➨ Then, he moves around the couch and begins to latch onto your body to cuddle in his sleep. As you tried to struggle free, you failed and now became a teddy bear for him to snuggle and nuzzle his furry face on the crook of your neck and his tail hugging your waist.
➨ And just like a cat, you don’t have the heart to move a muscle from the coach. “C’mon Y/N. Don’t leave me.” You heard him talking in his dream, and you must admit it was nice to know your partner loved you even when unconscious.
➨ “Baby, please. Just five more minutes; breakfast can wait.” Again, he muttered into your ear as he tried to shift your body around for him to rest on your chest. You blushed but shrugged it off as you slowly caressed his hair.
➨ You were so glad that Wukong was okay after the solo mission and began to drift off to sleep before hearing his sleepy voice again. “I love you, Y/N.” And finally, he went back to snoring softly. All you did was giggle softly at his words. “I love you too, Wukong.” You gave him a kiss on the forehead and passed out on the couch.
➨ Meanwhile, Sandy watched adoringly at your romantic moments with your partner and decided to do something special for the both of you to see in the morning.
・❥・
➨ The sun shined, and Megapolis roared with life again. You were the first one to wake up from your slumber. And by recalling your night with Wukong, you saw him next to you and sleeping without a care in the world.
➨ As you pat his head, he begins to wake up. “Mornin’ darling. . .Slept well last night?” You softly spoke to Wukong as he groaned, hissing quietly from the injuries but not as much to alarm you. “Hey, Y/N. How’s my sunshine, huh?” You giggled at Wukong when he gave you a kiss on the nose, and that’s when you heard your phone ring.
➨ Both you and Wukong checked, and there were photos of you and Wukong cuddling on the couch, along with the words of, “Sorry, Y/N. I couldn’t help myself; I thought you'd like to have these for keepsake.” By Sandy.
➨ You blushed and hid your face from Wukong while he enjoyed seeing these pictures, but deep down, he was as flustered as you were. “Aw, that’s really sweet, Y/N. C’mere.” He then proceeds to give you several kisses on the kiss as a thank you.
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totk cataclysm event wasnt just a great (but utterly missed) opportunity to change the map in techincally little ways that has drastic consequences both in stakes and in gameplay
(like i mentioned before, flooding the gerudo desert would have meant devastating consequences for its ecosystem- like imagine little islands of sand still poking out, acting as a sort of last doomed refuge for sandseals- but also cahnged the entire gameplay of it, good chance to introduce some neat new ways to surf on water like a new ridable creature or an ice shield freezing a path while you surf on it, the gerudo being forced to save the city from drowing in various means or now living on the roofs, trying to adapt by building boats ect - also call back to older games?? since totk loves that so much ..-, vah naboris serving as the savest refuge being high above the water, even if non functional;
similarly takign away ALL water from the zora region, gaving it all dry out would imemdiately turn into something way different and could mean death for the zora- forcing them to move to the lower parts of akkala for example- maybe vah ruta is still halfway functioning bc the faith the zora have to mipha, dorephan and sidon is, while not enough to keep it fully functional, but enough to generate some water so the most stubborn or brave zora set up around it like a last oasis;
i know its somewhat done with death mountain but the gorons dont really suffer from it bc their only problem is a drugged rock that makes them mean and lazy ..- what about collapsing or exploding it, leaving a large crater that over the course of the game could start to grow with plant life since vulcanic earth is so fertile- some never seen before ones that was dormant in the lava and now that its cooled off is springing to life, which might seem good at first but for the area and its wildlife means loss of their habitat;
the rito freezing over, but actually having to move, maybe into the tabantha canyon, building their new makeshift homes in between the walls of it-
generally just switiching things around a bit would have done so much wihtout having to edit every last detail ((seriously tho, how did this game take so long given that botw took similar but they did that ENTIRE main map as detailed as it is AND made it all coherent with itself and its themes- im ranting again ..)
-but it ALSO would have been the perfect opportunity to introduce new weather types created by the sudden change in environment, somethign like a super strong wind that slows you when walking agaisnt and lets you jump much farther when with it- a darkness thing that clouds the world in utter darkness with only little light getting through anything that is caused by mushrooms from the udnerground invading the surface and their spores snuffs out all light (which could explain the weird darkness in the ruins from botw too!!), or just simply mist! making everything misty changes the entire feel of any environment drastically- you could make vertain enemies spawn only in certain weather conditions, lessening the repetive overuse of them;
and that is only on the surface- what if the sky had sunbeams so strong it sets anything on fire if you dare to leave the shadows- to comabt it get a armor with a giant hat!!
the underground could have been filled with different environments in the first place, but then of course thered be those dark spores of mushrooms, an entire forest you have to carefully travers other wise making them release their spores and make it all more difficult, glowy mushrooms, MORE glowy mushroms, theres so many weird ass shrooms IRL you could take inspo from!! maybe soemthing like a forest of kelp, long flowy plants obstructing view and making you anxious by any movement- there could be one thats a mimic or infected with miasma, slightly off color and its knobs are malice eyes that open only if it thinks you cant see it
(also for the idea of taking botws stuff and recontextualizing it, the guardians or shrines, now non fucntional, could be infected my miasma sometimes, maybe randomly to keep you guessing- an overgrown shrine suddenly lifting itself up with hands clawing at you when you get too close or do sth wrong to distrub it- similar with guardians tho the effect might be less since you know them as a threat already- or sth i mentioned in another post, a tower being used as a weapon by a gigatic miasma monster- the one in the gerudo region with the bottomless pit for example, perfect for an arena for you to run around in the spiral while its swinging at you etc etc)
JUST taking what botw had and mixing it up, expanding on it, even if technically little change, it could do so much but in the actual game death mountain and rito is the only ones that saw anything of a change like it, and it largely .. didnt change anything or was reversible easily, and had no actual consquences that meant anything, neither stakes nor environmental or narratively (the gerudo felt like it at first but its also largely reversible, its just kinda .. adding a bit of city)
i hhhhhhhhhhhhhh have so many thoughts still, i am just better at holding them back .... also dont wanna annoy lmao
#ganondoodles talks#zelda#ganondoodles rants#totk#loz totk#i still want to do the rewrite#but man wheres the time#i will never not be salty about totk#“YOU WERE THE CHOSEN ONE”#i wanna yell bc it could have been ... so good
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Hi, could you do domestic fluff Hobie x reader where they stargaze on his boat and the artist reader shows off their sketchbook, maybe even draws him!🥹
Hi hun! I have a similar fic that I've been working on (the reader showing Hobie her sketchbook) so I added in your prompt (stargazing part) since we had the same idea (great minds think alike 😏), hope you don't mind! Thank you for requesting ❤️
Pairing: Hobie brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader
Word Count: 1.5k
Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, lovestruck Hobie, FLUFF.
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There's a city-wide brownout, the usual lights in historic London are all off, the entire city enjoys a rare sight in the night sky. Without the light pollution that usually presides over the city, the stars in the sky shine brightly, blanketing the dark sky in twinkling star lights. There's no cloud in sight, therefore nothing could cover the magnificent view.
Hobie's houseboat is littered with candles, providing a romantic light on his 'porch'.
You sigh longingly for the fifth time that night, neck craning up, staring at Orion's belt. You lift your eyes off the constellation for a second to finish your sketch of Orion, pointing your little torch on the page. Your hand expertly shade in the drawing. The well loved sketchbook is filled to the brim with various drawings– some landscapes, food, dogs you encounter and an embarrassing amount of Hobie.
The pages are covered with him, whether he's sitting with a guitar in his lap, strumming away, or Hobie in his suit, sometimes with his mask on but mostly without it, and so many portraits of Hobie, you just love sketching him.
You'd die of embarrassment if he ever sees them, he might think you're obsessed with him (you are) or tease you into oblivion.
You can't help it though, accidentally making him your muse. There's just something about his perfect jawline, how his lips curve into a sly smile, or how his eyes light up whenever he's passionate about something, he gives you so much inspiration to make art.
You sigh, absolutely whipped for him. A breeze sends shivers through you, hugging your thin jacket closer to your torso.
Suddenly a heavy weight drops on your head, Hobie laughs loudly as you make a sound from the back of your throat.
"Hey!" You lift the heavy cloth away from your face, Looking closer at the heavy material, you see Hobie's familiar leather jacket, your heart swells.
" 'm sorry" he pecks the top of your head, his hands full, holding two steaming mugs, Hobie puts the mugs down on the table, the contents sloshing a bit to the sides. "Here let me"
Hobie reaches for the jacket, at first you thought he's gonna take it from you, but once he drapes the jacket behind you, your heart soars, thumping hard on your chest. You're sure he can feel it when he gets closer to you, so he could help you slot in your arms inside the jacket. You feel giddy, you smell like him now.
"There, warm enough?" Hobie rubs your arms, sneaking a look at you wearing his jacket, a smile creeping to the corner of his lips. Your cheeks heat up from his stare.
There's something in the air tonight, making the atmosphere romantic. Maybe because you're floating on the river in his houseboat currently stargazing in the dark?
"Mmhm" you nod with a shy smile, unable to form the correct words, eyes practically shaped like hearts, Hobie mirrors your expression.
Yeah, there's something in the air. It's definitely not because you're both absolutely lovestruck for each other.
He sits down, cringing when his knees creak. Damn his joints, he's trying to act cool in front of you.
You think it's endearing, adorable, even.
You give him a knowing (teasing) smile, putting your chin in your hand, while your elbow rests on the arm of the chair.
He rolls his eyes at you, but his smile betrays his true emotion. Hobie grabs his drink to hide his grin.
"Softie" you murmur.
"Drink your bloody tea, don't want you freezing to death while you're in my boat" he moves the mug closer to you.
You notice him sitting farther from you, you mentally shake your head, that won't do. So you place your opened sketchbook on your lap. Putting both hands on the back of his chair, you try to pull him towards you. But alas he's too heavy for you, your movement causes you to almost topple over.
Hobie's senses warn him before you could fall, with a strong grip on your chair, he stabilizes you. "What are you doing, love?" Words dripping in fondness.
"You're too far" you struggle as you continue to pull him towards you.
Instead of Hobie pulling your chair towards him, he slightly lifts himself off the chair, lessening the weight off it. You don't notice this, smiling triumphantly when you finally move his chair closer to you. The metal scraping against metal, makes your ears ring, but you mentally high five yourself for a job well done.
"Nice, you hitting the gym?" He places his arm on the arm rest of your chair, he's a lot closer now, breath mixing in with yours. Your cheeks heat up, you should've thought this through.
Knowing that you're too flustered to make a coherent sentence, you just nod "mmhm"
"Mmhm" he mimics you, teasing. "Right, just don't replace me with a gym bro, yeah?"
Your eyebrows knit together, taking his joke seriously "never"
He glimpses your opened sketchbook, that's miraculously still in your lap. Without thinking, he grabs it, whistling when he sees your drawing of mighty Orion.
"You drew this? Just now?"
Nodding, You try to reach for it back, please don't flip through it, you thought, embarrassment creeping up to you.
Hobie, being Hobie raises it higher away from your hands. He pretends to compare the constellation in the sky to your drawing. "Can't believe you drew this the whole ten minutes while I was making tea"
"Yeah, the stars inspired me, can I have it back, please?"
" 'm not done admiring it" he holds it with both hands, thankfully staying on the same page.
You grit your teeth, hoping, praying he doesn't move to another page.
Mother nature has a different idea though, a strong wind rushes past, rocking the boat slightly, the candles you meticulously lit up, blow out in the wind; the pages of your book flips widely, conveniently (unfortunately for you) stopping at a sketch of Hobie.
Oh, fuck. You internally curse. Nope that's it he's gonna get weirded out, and he's gonna break up with me. You keep catastrophizing.
"Is that me?" Hobie moves the book closer for inspection, his eyes roam to the perfect copy of him on the page, his heart skips a beat. "When was this?"
You put your face in your hands, you groan out, "I'm sorry, I should've asked for permission"
He's confused, Hobie closes the book, placing it carefully on the table. He grabs your hands carefully, you can feel the calluses on his fingertips.
"Nothing to be sorry about, look at me" he waits for you to remove your hands from your face. "I liked it, hey," he rubs the back of your hand with his thumb, "you don't need to apologize"
You sneak a peek through your fingers, "you must think I'm a weirdo"
Hobie ducks his head to meet your eyes "yeah, because you are, knew that before I dated you, but you're my weirdo, yeah?"
You close your fingers together, hiding your flustered state from him, he called me his? You completely forget the part where he called you a weirdo.
"Enough of this, yeah?" He shakes you slightly "you don't need to ask permission to sketch me," he shakes you again, trying to make you laugh,
"I like" shake "it" shake "and I" shake "fancy you" Hobie shakes you harder, you smile behind your hands.
You bravely remove your hands away from your face.
"There you are" Hobie grins, while you look at him through your lashes, bashfully.
"You mean it?"
"We're literally together" he says through his laughs, Hobie cups your jaw affectionately "we're stargazing, even though it's bloody freezing, you think I'll do something like this if I didn't fancy you?"
"And you made me tea," you point out.
"And I made you tea, which you haven't even taken a sip yet, you ungrateful shit" Hobie smiles through his swearing, even with him cursing at you, you smile widely at him, knowing that's how he shows his affection.
You gather all your courage "you wanna see the rest?"
He taps your cheek "you sure?"
"Mmhm" you nod.
Hobie searches your face for any doubt, but finds none. He grabs your sketchbook, opening it to the first page. His own face greets him.
He whistles "who's that handsome man? I like his piercings"
"You dork," you laugh, pushing your face closer to his bicep, feeling his warmth through his hoodie.
Hobie releases his bicep from your hold, you pout, but he places his arm behind you, bringing you closer, a flustered smile replaces your pout.
He flips a page, a sketch of the planet saturn.
"You can actually see saturn from here" you say softly, content in his arms.
"Yeah? Point it to me" Hobie whispers against your hair.
You both crane your neck up, Hobie follows your pointing finger.
"Right there"
"Yeah?" He buries his face closer to your hair, muffling his voice.
"You're not even paying attention," you say softly, noticing his relaxed state.
"Nah, continue, I'm listening" Hobie cuddles to your side closer.
You let him relax in your hold as you point out more planets and constellations.
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#request done#hobie brown x reader#spider punk x reader#spider punk#hobie brown#the kr8tor's creations#x reader#atsv fanfiction#spider man across the spider verse#atsv x reader#atsv fanfic#atsv hobie#fanfic#hobie brown x gn!reader#spider punk x gn! reader#hobie brown x you#spider punk x you#artist!reader
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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Hey, You're Blocking My Sun
content: apollo and aretmis sibling eclipse fic
warning: none! just me on my romanticizing the gods grind as per usual lmao.
author's note: based off of this little thought blurb. it wasn't leaving my mind so i figured i might as well write a fully flushed fic lmao. I LOVE THIS SO SO MUCH OKAY GOOD DAY YALL ENJOY THIS LITTLE ECLIPSE MOMENT FROM ME AND MY MUSHY FEELINGS.
apollo rose that morning without as much resistance as usual. he basically leapt out of bed, happily humming as he brewed his coffee and scribbling down all the haiku's that came to mind. he knew what day it was, which always put a little pep in his step. he knew he had no need to be this excited about the event, it was merely a blip in his immortality and he's done this dance with her a million times in the millennia's that they've been gods together. but, something about the mortal's excitement always managed to rub off on him, leading to him excitedly jumping into his car and all but speeding across the sky.
despite his best efforts, the day seemed to drag on. it was long and dreadful hours before he could see his sister in the distance, which had him sitting a little straighter in his seat. finally, after hours of waiting, artemis pulled her chariot up beside him and gave him a bored look. though, he didn't miss the way her lips twitched with the urge to turn upwards.
"hey! you're blocking my sun," apollo whined with a cheesy smile, leaning over in his car to be closer to her, his sunglasses slipping down his nose so she could see his eyes.
"ha ha. funny as ever, dear brother," artemis replied with a roll of eyes, this time her smile betraying her frustrated tone.
"i do try. at least one of us has to be funny," mused apollo, flirting his eyes to her with a smirk as her jaw dropped.
"i am funny!" bit out artemis but she knew it was a losing battle. the amount of times apollo has made her laugh to the point of tears is far too many too keep track of anymore. not after all these years.
"keep telling yourself that, kiddo," winced apollo, pretending to inspect his nails like he didn't care to be in his sisters presences when it was the exact opposite. if he could have it his way, apollo would never part from his sister's side. his father would have his ass but sometimes apollo contemplated if the punishment would be worth it and the answer was always 'yes.'
"don't call me 'kiddo.' you sound like dad," artemis replied which had both of them fake gagging.
"ew! don't say that! that's so mean," huffed apollo, crossing his arms and glaring over at the girl.
"ooooo, you're in trouble," mocked artemis, pointing over at where some clouds were starting to gather, surely blocked quite a few of the mortals view of their event. apollo pouted at the development, disappointed on the mortal's behalf.
"whatever. joy killer," apollo muttered, which just earned him more clouds and a few giggles from his sister.
"time's almost up," whispered artemis, the words falling from her lips like a venom. her face twisted at the words, a frown and a furrowing of brows taking over her face. she glanced over at her sunshine brother and realized how much she'd been looking forwards to this day - she'd been keeping a count down since the last one, subconsciously but still there.
"c'mere," sighed apollo, gesturing with at himself his arms as he leaned out his car. artemis bridged the distance, basically curling into her brother's hold as her cheek squished against his tan skin.
"i love you to the moon and back," she breathed into his shoulder, apollo's cheesy smile and slightly misty eyes hidden behind her back.
"i love you to the sun and back...kiddo," apollo replied, earning a strong shove from the girl, who was rolling her eyes at him.
"you suck. ruined a perfectly good moment!"
"yup! it'd get so boring around here if we were just mushy gushy all the time."
"whatever," artemis hissed, crossing her arms and turning away from the boy for a moment before glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, a nearly begging look in her gaze that had apollo melting like ice cream.
"same time in twenty years?" she asked, even though she knew she didn't have to.
"wouldn't miss it for the world," he answered, even though he knew he didn't have to either.
call it twin telepathy or just sibling love, but they both knew how important this was to both of them. it was a silent understanding but an understanding nonetheless that they couldn't live without the other.
#more romanticizing of the gods bc i CANNOT and WILL NOT be stopped lmao#siblings are sibling-ing frfr#apollo#artemis#apollo and artemis#greek gods#this is pumpkinbxtchs fault frfr#i love this with my whole soul#solar eclipse#eclipse#pjo#hoo#pjo fandom#percy jackon and the olympians#all my love ౨ৎ#postcards from covey ౨ৎ#ancient greek#greek mythology#greek posts
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Watching, Wanting
A/N: Hello! (its been awhile) I just wanted to indulge in my love for Boromir (ft some faramir bc i love my brothers). Very vague plot if you squint. It's a bit spicy, but nothing explicit!
Reader gets sent out in a storm by Faramir and turns up at Minas Tirith soaked.
Boromir x Reader
Gender-neutral reader
Rated: TEEN
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The low hills of Emyn Arnen at your feet gave way to soft fields and in the distance the Anduin meandered through the landscape. There were dark clouds on the horizon, grey and heavy, and the faint earthy scent of coming rain was in the air. If you rode fast, you could make it to the city in a few hours, but judging by the clouds, you would be riding right into the storm anyway. You sighed and turned to Faramir. “Are you certain this is of such vital importance that I have to risk getting soaked to the bone?”
He nodded. “My brother requires these maps. I would have sent it with the trade carts this morning but it slipped my mind.”
“Rather uncharacteristic of you,” you muttered, raising your eyebrows at him.
He shrugged, an easy smile on his face. “My mind has been occupied of late. It is no easy feat, establishing a settlement.”
You softened at his words. Eowyn and Faramir had been working from dawn to dusk the past few weeks and the spring rains had been slowing construction and delaying the new workers and settlers journeying to Emyn Arnen.
“Very well.” You tucked the long, flat wooden box into your pack and buckled the waxed canvas securely. “I’ll be off now.”
“Safe travels, my friend,” he grinned and waved.
You swung onto your horse and, with a flick of the reins, started off down the road. As the grass and trees sped by, your thoughts drifted to Boromir.
You had become friends with Faramir first and, in the months Boromir had been away from Minas Tirith, you had helped coordinate the Ithilien Rangers from the city. Boromir had been civil to you when he returned, respectful of your battle and logistical strategies, but distant outside of the war rooms and planning councils. But something shifted one evening.
It was one of the many victory dinners, a smaller, more intimate one for The Fellowship and close companions. The hobbits had pulled you into their game of roughhousing and somehow you had ended up sprawled on top of Boromir. He had been large and solid underneath you, his hands heavy on your waist. You looked up into his grey eyes and your breath caught in your throat.
After that, it seemed as though his eyes were always on you. Across dinner tables, across courtyards, even, once, from across the throne room in full view of everyone.
You thought that with the end of the war, there would be no need for much contact between you and him, that all you would ever do is look, but Faramir had unofficially appointed you as a representative between the city and Emyn Arnen.
There had been so many afternoons spent with Boromir, shoulder to shoulder, pouring over maps and trade routes, so many nights spent eating across from each other in the low light of his private dining room. Yes, he was brave and proud and a fantastic tactician, but all that seemed to vanish when you saw him.
Really saw him.
Him with sleeves rolled up, exposing his strong forearms. His hair tied up, the pale column of his throat on full display. And those training breeches, somehow loose and tight at the same time…
What would he look like sprawled on your bed? Eyes glazed and chest heaving, hair mussed and lips parted. His breath hot in your ear, his voice low and raspy.
Thunder clapped overhead and rain started to fall on your overheated skin. The drops were cool and refreshing and you tipped your face to the sky.
How were you to spend another evening, another moment, in his presence? It was maddening, the way his eyes would blaze, the way he would draw close to you but never touch.
Why would he not act? It is true that you did not hold as high a standing as his family, but the brothers never seemed to care about such a thing. Even though that may be true, surely he understood that it was not as if you could do anything — it would be far more impertinent that you, of a lower standing, should be the first to move.
You shook your head and tightened your grip on the reins. You would ride back tonight to Emyn Arnen, even if you had to make the journey in the dark. It would be too much to spend another night near Boromir only separated by a few doors.
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Boromir rushed down with the panicked servant who had burst into his study. What was his brother thinking? Sending you to Minas Tirith in the storm? He rounded the corner and found you shivering and dripping onto the polished marble. Someone had already taken your cloak and pack and you stood in your soaked clothes and saturated boots, clutching a wooden box. He swallowed at the sight of the fabric clinging to your form and strode towards you.
“Riding in such a storm is madness. What was so urgent it could not wait until morning?” You shoved the box into his hands and he stared at it for a moment before shaking his head. “Come, let us get you warm and dry first.”
He led you to his rooms and sat you down before the fire. “You cannot stay in those clothes,” he said, handing you some towels and a blanket along with some of his spare clothes. “You will catch your death.”
“But, Boromir, it is not proper —”
“I do not care. I would rather some impropriety if the alternative is illness or death.” He turned around and faced the wall. “I will not look until you are sufficiently… dressed.”
For a moment, he thought you were about to protest some more until he heard the slick swish of your clothes. He could imagine you, peeling off your layers, bare skin tinged orange by the fire. Heat crept up his neck to his ears. By the gods, he needed to control himself. He squeezed his eyes shut and drew a ragged breath in.
What sort of delightful torture was this? How many days had he spent beside you, close enough to breathe in your scent? How many nights had he spent staring at his bedroom door, willing you to walk through it?
He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the sound of your wet clothes hitting the floor. He had to be proper. A gentleman. A man of honour. He had to be mindful of his position and standing. Yes, his brother had appointed you various titles and responsibilities, but whatever they were, they were still ranked below his own title of Captain of Gondor.
He had heard too many stories of people being swayed and persuaded by the nobility — he would not allow you to feel obligated to reciprocate his own selfish desires simply because he was ranked higher than you were.
There was the rustle of cloth, the whisper of cotton on skin, and he fought the images of you donning his clothes. Oh, how will he ever wear that tunic ever again and not think of you?
You were wonderful and smart and were filled with endless ideas for new laws and trade. But in his quiet moments, he wondered what you would feel like under his touch, wondered what sort of sounds you would make.
How would you say his name? In a whisper? A gasp?
In a cry of pleasure?
He spied the wooden box you had brought with you on the side table and shook his head. Damn Faramir for putting him in such a position! What could possibly be so important?
“I, um — I’m just going to look at what my brother sent. Do not be alarmed by my movement,” he said and heard you hum in assent.
With slow, measured steps, he made his way to the box and opened it.
“Faramir said you needed maps,” you muttered behind him.
There were maps indeed, but they were just the regular sort that anyone could buy at the market cartographer. He frowned, rifling through the parchment, and pulled out the envelope tucked in between the papers.
Brother,
Forgive my deception, but I hope my interference will be forgiven. Aragorn has written to me saying he is on the verge of tearing his hair out at the sight of you two. Eowyn and I are not faring much better here in Emyn Arnen with the constant pacing and faraway looks my, our, friend has whenever they return from the city.
I pray you spare all of us any more heated longing stares.
Best of luck,
Faramir
The nerve of his brother! To send you out in the storm simply for the purposes of… of… matchmaking! The paper crinkled in his grip and his eyes wandered down to the scrawl at the bottom.
P.S. I am not so foolish as to send them out in anything threatening. Spring storms may be chilly, but hardly dangerous.
That mollified him little and he grumbled.
“Is anything the matter?” you asked. “Were they damaged in the rain?”
“No, not at all. It is nothing. Simply my brother being… my brother.”
He read the letter again. Pacing… faraway looks… heated stares… Was his brother implying…? No, that could not be, could it? But, then again, perhaps he did not imagine the way you would linger in the sitting room after dinner or how he would feel your eyes on him sometimes. Your expression was always unreadable, careful and controlled, that he could hardly be sure of what you felt for him. If you felt anything at all.
And yet, Faramir’s letter…
Your bare feet shuffled on the stone. “You may turn around if you wish.”
He folded the letter away and replaced it along with the maps into the box. He turned and his stomach clenched at the sight of you.
You were bathed in the warm light of the fire, your skin aglow, incandescent in the dim light. His tunic was loose on you and the front ties of the collar were undone, revealing the skin of your chest. His eyes wandered down to the pile of wet clothes on the floor and he spotted, what were unmistakably, underthings, heaped on top.
Heat flared low in his belly and he glanced away.
You. Naked under his clothes. Valar help him.
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Boromir had that look in his eyes again, all aflame and intense, except he was directing it at one of the tapestries on the wall. You glanced down at the wet clothes at your feet. Well, he could not have reasonably expected you to keep your underthings on, could he?
He was still staring at the wall. His jaw was tense and his hands were clenched by his sides. You took a step forward and he stood straighter. His eyes cut to yours for a moment, smoldering with want, before they went back to the wall. He took a shuddering breath and you took another step.
Perhaps if you couldn’t act, you could make him act first instead.
You fought a smile and walked to stand before him. You could smell him fully then, his familiar musk mingling with cedar from the scent he favoured.
“Boromir,” you whispered.
His eyes snapped to you and he swallowed.
“Boromir.”
You tipped your head to the side and parted your lips.
“Boromir.”
He crashed his lips against yours, his hands coming up to cradle your face. He deepened the kiss, his chest rumbling in a low moan when your fingers curled into his shirt. He tasted like the bitter tea he favoured after dinner. His hand drifted down, skimming your waist before coming to rest on your hip. Your nails scraped at the nape of his neck and he groaned.
His body was warm, hot even. He pressed himself closer to you and you could feel him, hard, against you. Heat pooled in your stomach and you moaned his name. His hand slipped under the hem of your shirt and he pulled back for a moment. “Is this alright?”
You nodded and tipped your head back. “Don’t stop.”
“I’ve… wanted this… for weeks,” he said, kisses drifting towards your jaw. The delightful scratch of his beard was followed by soft, warm lips as he worked his way down your neck. “Wanted you.”
“You should have done something.”
He smiled against your skin. “I’m doing something now.”
His lips paused at the curve of your neck and shoulder, sucking for a moment, as his hand slid up your side, his touch gentle but demanding. Your fingers fumbled with the ties on his tunic and tugged on the fabric. He pulled it off and tossed it to the side and he stood flushed and grinning before you. You trailed your fingers down his solid chest, past his stomach, following the light dusting of hair down.
“Maddening man, you —”
There was a knock on the door and you yelped, startling away from him.
“Who is it?” he asked, voice low and rough. He cleared his throat. “What is the matter?”
“Should we prepare a hot bath for your friend in the spare room?” The servant’s voice was muffled through the door.
His eyes darted to yours before a smirk spread across his face. “There is no need for that, thank you.”
There was the sound of retreating footsteps and you exhaled. Boromir let out a relieved chuckle and pulled you towards him.
“Sending my warm bath away?” You threw a challenging look at him. “How ever will I get warm?”
“I can think of a great many ways.”
“Will I like any of them?”
“I think you will find that you’ll like all of them.”
He dipped his head, capturing your lips, and tugged you in the direction of his bedroom.
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I never realised just how quick things can head into a mature rating until I wrote this lmao. Not sure if I will ever write smut but well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (maybe)
Tags: @sotwk @ass-deep-in-demons @thetempleofthemasaigoddess @hippodameia
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don’t knowww if you take 18+ asks but I can’t get this mimiwon thought out if my head.
don’t know if they are officially a throuple yet or just roommates who engage in sexual activities/poly but who knows after how many rounds. It ends with minnie with her back against Wonwoo chest as Mingyu is going down on her with her and wonwoo kissing occasionally — a hot mess.
I don’t know ( for the hundredth time of idk’s ) if you would ever have wonwoo and mingyu kiss but I feel like they would most definitely do it after minnie finishes 🙃 okayyyy byeee
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word count – 10.2k
warnings – smut (18+!), threesome, fluff at the beginning, brief mention of choking, bodily fluids, hair pulling, somewhat of a dom/ub relationship
a/n – as promised: another chapter about the hot mess that is mimiwon👏🏼 this request… holy shit… it has been occupying my mind ever since I received it so thank you for it and thank you to everyone else for your input and ideas to mimiwon in general! When I started writing for them, I didn’t know if people would really enjoy it but my god… you dirty animals, I love you🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 I really love writing for them and I absolutely love how much you guys enjoy them🤭 I hope you enjoy this as well!!🫶🏼
Two Is a Good Morning, Three Is a Great Morning 🌷 Minnie
Minnie had been against blackout curtains, but neither of the guys wanted see-through ones anywhere in the apartment, so they opted to meet in the middle - blinds. Thanks to them some faint rays of sunlight had made their way in, illuminating the bedroom just slightly. It was getting close to Winter, so the sun was barely even to be seen in the sky, clouds covering most of the sky. But still, the muted light was enough to wake up the girl. Either that or maybe the movement underneath her.
After watching a movie together in the younger rapper's room the night before, neither Minnie nor Wonwoo had thought about leaving, but decided to just stay, putting on another movie, which eventually led to all three falling asleep together. The lack of a third pillow turned out to be less of a problem than expected, as Mingyu's chest seemed to be the perfect alternative. Perfect until he started moving, making the female member groan softly. He cursed her light sleeping habit.
A deep breath was followed by a yawn before Minnie even dared to open her eyes, sighing gratefully that the room was still not lit up entirely, letting her wake up in peace. Turning her head slightly to glance up, she was met by the bigger member's arm that had just pulled back in before he placed his hand on top of hers that was still getting warmed up by the natural warmth of his torso.
"What are you doing?" Minnie whined quietly, shutting her eyes again to cuddle deeper into him.
"Sorry," Mingyu whispered apologetically, his palm running up and down her arm in comfort. "I just wanted to get my phone."
The girl immediately regretted opening her eyes again, groaning when the bright screen of the device hit her sight. Her hands came up to cover her view before she just decided to hide her face in his chest. A chuckle from the rapper shook his torso.
"Go back to sleep," he told her, switching to hold his phone in his left hand, so he could brush over her hair with his right one.
Minnie sighed, "What time is it?"
There was a short second of a break as Mingyu glanced into the top right corner of his phone screen. "11:30."
"What?" The girl immediately pushed herself up, her eyes still barely open with her eyebrows now scrunched in confusion. The sheets scrunched around her waist, revealing one of Wonwoo's older shirts she decided to wear. Or maybe it was Mingyu's? Who knew. Normally she'd go for a shorter top of her own, but the younger rapper had once again turned the aircon on at ridiculously cold temperatures. Her hair stuck out in different directions made her fellow '97 Liner chuckle as he reached out to fix her mane.
"Yeah," he smiled, "You slept for a long time."
"Too long. Half the day is gone already," she complained quietly with a whine, remembering there was still another member in the bed who seemed to be still fast asleep.
Mingyu chuckled. It didn't matter how many years into the idol life the girl already was, her sleeping schedule has never and most probably won't ever be affected. With their busy schedule, it wasn't rare that the idols would come back home late at night or even early in the morning around 5. Minnie, for some reason, would much rather only sleep for around three hours and wake up at 9am latest, rather than getting a good six or seven hours and therefore waking up later in the day. Did it do any good to her body? No. Did she feel good about not wasting much daylight? Yes. Was this the cause of multiple discussions with almost every member? Most definitely, yes. Would she change it any time soon? Nope.
"How...," she thought out loud. The shock sat deep in her chest. "How the hell-"
"You just needed to catch up on sleep. It's okay, Minnie," Mingyu assured her, gently pulling her back down to lay on his chest. And she let him. She pressed the side of her head against his skin, his heartbeat now right by her ear.
"When did we go to sleep?" She wondered.
A soft kiss was placed on the top of her head before the rapper's voice broke the short silence. "I don't remember. Around six maybe?"
An acknowledged hum came from the girl before she closed her eyes again, taking a deep breath in. As warm as the covers around them were, she was sure the body heat radiating off of him helped her get cosy much more than any blankets ever could.
Mingyu had turned his attention back to his phone while his right arm was still slung around Minnie's shoulders, his big hand on her upper arm to pull her in. With now also her right leg wrapped around his and her arm around his midsection, the girl opened her eyes again. What the phone showed seemed uninteresting to her, the movements on his thumb much more mesmerising than anything the screen could portray.
"When did you wake up?" She suddenly asked him, breaking the comfortable silence that had washed over the room.
"I don't know," he admitted. "I waited a bit before I got my phone because I didn't want to wake you up. But... well-," he chuckled to himself before mumbling a gentle 'Sorry' against the top of her head as he placed another kiss on her forehead.
His original plan hadn't worked out as perfectly as he had wanted to. He was sure to have waited at least a good thirty minutes as he had felt the girl's irregular breathing against him. Only when he was sure she was deep in her slumber, did he dare to move and reach out to the nightstand, which turned out to be a decision he'd regret as she had started to wake up immediately.
The moment his lips left her skin, Minnie glanced up, finding his eyes fixed on her, making her grin, "It's okay," she tightened her arms around him. "You should've woken me up a lot earlier."
She was about to set her ear against his naked chest again, when Mingyu dismissed his phone, putting it on the nightstand to let his fingertips find her chin, nudging her to look back up at him.
A smirk formed on his lips. "How could I when you look so pretty sleeping on me?"
His words made the corners of her lips curl up as well, a shy smile making its way to her face as a slight blush lit up her cheeks. She couldn't hold back a gentle smack to his chest in shyness. He knew damn well what words like these did to her. And it didn't matter how many times Minnie had heard them before. It didn't matter how many compliments she'd get from them. They never failed to make her turn red and let the warm tingly feeling spread in her stomach up until it reached her heart.
A quiet giggle tumbled from his lips, his fingers still on her chin to bring her closer as he leaned down, meeting her halfway to place a soft kiss against her lips. Mingyu had always been a passionate man. Pecks on the lips were rarety when it came to him - even if it was just a short kiss. He'd pull the girl in for an open mouth and deep kiss whenever he could, still always staying true to the gentle side of him.
It was evident in his touches. His fingertips gracefully danced over her skin, the palm of his hand comfortably placed on her, pulling her only as close as she'd let him. But she'd always let him. And she always hoped he'd go even further.
His lips left hers with a faint moan as he started placing smaller kisses on her cheeks and nose, a soft giggle erupting from Minnie. From her chin, down to her midsection, he threw his arm around her, now travelling underneath the oversized shirt. His palm found the perfect dip of her waistline, stopping right there to pull her in even closer. Mingyu turned both of them to the side, letting the girl rest her back almost fully against the mattress as her arms interlocked behind his head, trapping him between her neck and shoulder, where he had let his mouth wander to. As Minnie had interlocked their legs, he let his now rest in between both of hers, his knees digging into the bed underneath.
His lips tickled her jaw, his hand now brushing over her sides and stomach. The pyjama pants she had put on the night before had moved down her hips, exposing more of her body underneath. Underwear was left in the closet during most of the nights, she prefered to only cover her body in minimum clothing. And neither of the guys would ever complain about her decision.
Even though she had basically only just woken up, the shared passion of the two was bringing her more and more into full consciousness with each movement against her lips and warmth on her skin. How she internally begged, Mingyu would finally let his hands go much lower than just her stomach, the area between her legs practically already waiting for him.
As soon as Minnie's arms around his neck loosened, he pulled back to meet her gaze. His palm left her naked skin, coming back up to let his knuckles brush over the softness of her cheeks. The blush had almost completely disappeared but was daring to come back if he continued to look at her with his gentle puppy eyes that she had come to love so much.
"Did you at least sleep well?" He whispered almost against her lips, making her bite down on her own.
The female member nodded. "I had a really comfortable pillow," her hands moved down his front and stopped at the muscles of his chest, a smirk forming on her lips as they were tightly pressed together.
Mingyu smiled, leaning down to kiss her cheek, speaking quietly against her skin, "I'm glad."
Before he was even able to fully pull back again, the girl tightened her arms around his neck to let him drop down closer to her. She captured his lips with hers, her eagerness making him grin into the kiss. At the same time, his hand lost its place on her cheek, now on her neck, letting it rest there for a short moment. He could feel the pulse underneath his palm, it quickening with each added kiss they shared. His lips curled up in an instant. The rapper couldn't help it.
To test the waters, he tried to pull back just slightly, only for his conspiracy to be proven correct: Minnie wasn't gonna let him go any time soon. Her fingers were now tight on the back of his head, brushing over the short stubble of his freshly cut hair. It just made him smirk wider.
From her neck, down her torso, his hand glided over her body slowly. Passing her shoulders and over the slight curve of her breasts. Her nipples had already started to show through the white shirt. Lower down her stomach until he reached the hem of the top. He lifted it to let his hand dive down, his palm going back up her sides until he reached the right side of her chest.
Minnie was begging him not to break the kiss, but he still went against her grip, his kisses leaving her lips to move onto her cheeks until he reached her ear, before going down her neck.
Quiet yet heavy breaths left her lips in desperation, filling the otherwise quiet and still somewhat dark room. Her freshly manicured nails scratched his scalp as soon as she could feel him starting to suck on her favourite spot in the dip where her neck and shoulder met. Her head thrown to the right side to give Mingyu better access, she glanced over to the other man who was still sound asleep. She was about to feel bad for starting a session right next to him, but the feeling of the younger rapper's teeth against her skin made her almost forget about it.
"W-Won-" she sighed out loud in a whisper, cutting herself off when his palm suddenly found the hem of her pyjama pants. "Wonwoo-oppa is still asleep," she hastily mumbled.
The '97 Liner came back up, his eyes interlocking with hers. Without a warning, he crashed his lips against hers, pulling back just a second later. "We'll wake him up later," he assured her, knowing that if the older member was already next to them, she'd want him to join as well and he'd enjoy it just as much. He hadn't forgotten about the other man in the bed, but Mingyu could only admit that he enjoyed having just a few moments in the morning with the girl underneath him alone too.
Not even caring about pulling her pants down, he opted for just dipping underneath them, his fingers travelling down almost painfully slow. He stopped right before her slit, her clit right there, begging to be touched. Holding back a whine, Minnie pushed up her hips in desperation, cursing his teasing nature in moments like this. Outside of the bedroom, she could tease him all she wanted, that was for sure, as the rest of the members did the exact same. But behind closed walls, the rapper enjoyed the power of being the one to do the same to her, just in different settings. Like, for example, with her squirming and breathing heavily underneath him.
"Mingyu-," the girl whined out, only to be stopped by his mouth on hers, stopping her from being any louder.
"I know, I know," he whispered against her. Yet, he didn't give in to her plea. But, he removed his hand from underneath her clothing item, his grip now on the hem to pull it down just a bit, enough for his palm to fully grasp her thigh.
Her legs around his loosened before wiggling to get her pants even lower with his help. Once they were down by her shins, Minnie just kicked them off, not caring where in the mess of their sheets they would be left. His warm hand brushed up and down the side of her right thigh, holding onto it every once in a while before moving onto the inner side, pushing her legs open. His fingertip teasingly glided over her inner thigh, just his forefinger tickling her skin. All while his mouth was back on her neck and her fingers tightened around his head. With his palm exploring her legs that he already knew well enough, he let his head dip lower, now onto her chest, placing soft kisses all over just above her boobs. Her hands moved to his strong shoulders, almost pushing him down her body to where she could feel herself almost dripping already with his touch so close to her pussy, yet so far from releasing any of the pressure building up.
Mingyu could feel the anticipation rising up, not only with her, but his boxers had slowly become uncomfortably tight as well, needing some form of release soon. Before his fingers would finally dip into her slit, he raked himself up back, face to face with the girl. Even in the darkness, with the close proximity he could see how big her pupil had gotten, how her eyes were screaming for him. Her lips parted, small huffs of air falling from them, her chest moving along to each, only stopping when she gulped as he smirked down at her. She couldn't even say anything more, as lowered his head, her meeting him halfway, too desperate for pleasure to wait any longer for him. He pushed her back into his pillow now underneath her. And finally, his fingers found their way to her core, tracing a long line from her entrance, up to her clit. Her wetness had already leaked, letting his entire forefinger glide over it easily before it stopped right by the bundle of nerves. Her moan was muffled by his kiss, groaning quietly into his mouth as he started to move his finger more.
Starting with rubbing small circles around it, just to tease her a little bit more, he grinned into the kiss, feeling her hips starting to move up, hoping to not only feel his touch harder against her but possibly also rub against his leg that was still captured between her two. Other than what Wonwoo would've done, Mingyu let her move around. Let her hips jolt up into his hand. He loved watching her react just like this to his delicate touch.
The small circles long forgotten, the rapper started to rub his finger up and down her clit, dipping down lower to gather more of her slick, to let it easily glide over her core.
The building-up pleasure made Minnie leave his lips, gasping as her head fell back into the cushion. Mingyu's mouth quickly made its way back to her, his tongue and lips tracing her jawbone slowly.
"You're already so wet," he whispered, making her only whine as his fingers dipped down to her entrance once again. She raised her right leg to wrap around his hips, lifting up her lower touch against him as she finally brushed against his naked leg. Immediately, a moan fell from her lips, louder than she had anticipated, to which Mingyu tried to be quick and cover her mouth with his again. Knowing, she would start to move around more, his hand left her slit, moving to her side to grasp her hip, pulling her closer, her pussy now right up against his leg. Minnie shared a deep moan into his mouth, not wasting a second before she rolled her hips up and down, her slick spreading on his upper thigh.
The rapper hissed as her pro bone brushed against his erection, sighing heavily at the feeling of her warm wetness on his skin and his cock finally feeling some form of touch.
With each roll of her lower body, the girl sighed quietly, trying to keep it down to the best of her abilities. His leg hair only added to the friction and she had already realised that his erection must've been close to being painful by how hard she was feeling it on her.
Her frantic hip movements made the sheets bundle up on the side, the sound being louder in a room as quiet as theirs. Mingyu's strong hands, now both of them on her hips, made her slow down with deep breaths. Minnie tried to fight against his grip, only wanting to get more out of the pleasure she was giving herself against his leg, but the man above her was obviously much stronger than her.
Too slowly, he moved her lower body against his thigh, making her grip tighten around the bedsheets, trying to keep her moans down with the painful speed Mingyu was letting her move. The whine she let out didn't go far as the rapper stopped her.
"Shh," he whispered, coming down to place a kiss on her cheek, "Let's not wake up Wonwoo-hyung like that."
"But-" she tried to complain, but he pushed himself up.
"Come up," he got a hold of her hands and pulled her up with him. With his strength, it was easy to now have her on her knees right in front of him. Even with him in the same position, he was still towering over her, making her grin up at him. The loss of friction was immediately forgotten, the moment her gaze met his dark eyes, and his hand cupped her cheek to pull her in for another passionate kiss. His tongue tickled her lips, asking for entrance, only to be met with her own, moving against each other in synch. Almost like they had practised. Well... they did have enough sessions before, explaining the almost routine their tongues had found themselves in.
Minnie's eagerness made her right hand travel down his chest, bumping over each ab of his on her way to his boxers. The tip of his erection was already poking the hem, screaming to be let out. Her palm rubbed over the fabric, a heavy breath tumbling from Mingyu's lips as he had to leave her lips, his forehead falling onto her smaller shoulder. She didn't exactly know how long he had been so hard, but she could imagine, as soon as she pulled the hem down, she found the evidence of pre-cum already leaking from the red tip of his cock. Unlike him, the girl didn't tease him for long, pushing the boxers down quickly to finally get a full hold of his erection. She could wrap her entire hand around it but by no means was it entirely covered by only one of her hands. Her thumb brushed over the tip, spreading the few drops of pre-cum over it, getting a shiver to rush through Mingyu's body, his hand clasping onto the cheeks of her ass.
What she would've wanted to do was just dip her head down and wrap her mouth around the perfect shape of his cock, but Mingyu suddenly placed his bigger one on top of hers, leaning back up straight. Heavy breaths made his chest move quickly. He gulped as he moved her hand away from him, motioning for her to turn to the side.
Minnie was curious as to what he was planning but followed his every step just like she usually would. Her feet were now close to the border of his side of the bed as he stepped off the bed to stand on the floor, right behind her.
"Move up," he told her, pushing her forward by placing his palms on her ass, smiling to himself. Before she got too far up the mattress, he placed a few more kisses on her shoulder with his arms around her torso. He ditched her only to her dismay right after pulling the shirt over her head, revealing her entire form. His warm hands never left her skin as they moved around to stop on her back, his left one grasping her hip while his right one pushed her forward by her shoulder blades. Minnie smiled to herself, now realising what position he had wanted her in. She got on all fours, making sure her chest was close to the mattress while her ass was up in the air. Behind her, she could hear Mingyu throwing his boxers into a corner of the room before he got down on his knees, his hands wrapping around her thighs. A soft gasp fell from her rosy lips as soon as she felt his hot breath against her pussy, only wanting to push back to feel his mouth against her.
"Wake up Wonwoo-hyung," he suddenly told her, not giving her another second before his tongue licked a strip from her front to the back, stopping at her entrance.
Even with her elbows that were supposed to steady her, the girl buckled forward at the skilled movements of his tongue against her slick.
"L-Like this?" She wondered, not knowing how he'd react if they just ripped him from his sleep while they were already in the middle of it. An assured moan vibrated against her, making her shiver and another soft moan echoed through the room.
Pushing herself slightly forward, she was close enough to Wonwoo to lean down to his ear. As he was sleeping on his right side, she decided to keep her hands on the mattress, her fingers digging into the sheets underneath her. Minnie tried to collect her heavy breathing, but Mingyu didn't show any signs of slowing down his tongue movements, switching between circling around her entrance and the tip massaging her clit.
With one deep breath, she finally whispered, "Oppa," her lips moved down to place a soft kiss on his shoulder. Wonwoo didn't budge. He was a heavier sleeper than her. Hoping she could steady herself on her left hand, she raised her right one to let her nails scratch over the exposed naked skin of his back. He had the covers pulled up enough to almost cover him entirely, yet a little peek of his torso was in her view. A visible shiver ran down his spine as he moved around.
Mingyu had opted to now focus on her entrance, sticking his tongue in and out, his fingers also joining to rub her clit. Her breathing only got heavier, but she hoped the '96 Liner would wake up to her voice rather than her moans.
"Wonwoo," she slightly shook his shoulder, "Oppa, wake up." Switching from a whisper to something just a bit louder. With a sigh, he turned to the side, his back now straight against the mattress, yet he didn't show any more signs of waking up. Minnie was about to open her mouth again, trying to keep calm while Mingyu was still behind her, but the sudden feeling of his two fingers pushing inside of her made her stumble forward, a louder moan falling from her lips. Her hands fell onto Wonwoo's shoulder, shaking him along with the soft impact. A groan from the older member went above her head, too focused on the pleasure rushing through her body. With scrunched eyebrows, the rapper turned his head to the side where the soft groans from the girl came from.
"Mh?" Even in his hum, you could tell how rough his voice was just after waking up. "What?" He asked out loud, rubbing his eyes as he opened them, glancing down at Minnie whose face was pushed into the pillow. His eyes quickly fell on the curve of her back up to her ass, which was up in the air - a sight he could gladly be woken up any day. The enjoyment he felt at the view in front of him suddenly switched to Mingyu, who stood up behind her, standing straight in all his glory.
"Sorry, hyung," he smiled, "we started without you."
Wonwoo's lips got a slight curve to them as he looked back at the girl, who was trying to get herself up again, her arms shaking from the orgasm she was so close to having, if it wasn't for the younger rapper suddenly pulling back. He pushed himself up by his elbows, his gaze switching between the two younger members.
"Don't be," Wonwoo smirked, his hand coming up to brush Minnie's hair out of her face, finding her almost glassy eyes. "Someone's clearly enjoying it." His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, the tiredness still written all across his face, while there was only pleasure to be seen on hers.
The girl grinned as a thought shot to her head. A quick second passed before she decided to keep the comment to herself. Now was not the time to tease the '97 Liner. He was in a position to make her regret it and at this time of day, she prefered to enjoy their shared session in bed. Mingyu had a tight grip on his erection, already lining it up with her entrance, getting another sudden moan from her. The free hand dug into her left hip, his thumb right on one of the dimples that decorated her lower back. Only a split second later, he pushed himself inside her, forcing Minnie to jolt forward slightly, her head falling back into the pillow, only for Wonwoo to make her look up again, cupping her cheek in his palm. He had steadied himself up on his left elbow, his right hand holding onto her as he leaned forward, placing his lips onto hers. The kiss muffled each moan that tumbled from her lips, only getting louder with every added thrust from Mingyu.
As soon as he released her mouth again, a loud whine echoed through the room. Her eyes were still closed from the rush of pleasure and pressure building up in her core. Minnie couldn't see the way Wonwoo's eyes raked over her face, tracing her nose and lips before leaning down to place kisses down the invisible line he had created in his mind. Only when he leaned back a second time, she looked at him. His fingers graced over her jawline, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Has Mingyu been good to you?" He asked her almost ironically. Her mouth was still open, moan after moan leaving her lush lips, her head tilting back and forth with each thrust. He knew the answer, yet he couldn't help asking her.
With scrunched eyebrows, the girl nodded frantically, her grip on the sheets tightening as she could feel the first orgasm that she had lost merely a minute ago coming back to her.
"Yeah?" Wonwoo whispered, his fingers now tangled in her hair as he made sure to keep her face in front of his, their gazes interlocked. He could almost see the plea in her eyes, begging to finally come. The glassy overlay reflected on her iris. "Did you cum already?" She shook her head with a gulp. "Are you gonna cum now?" She was quick to nod. With a smile, he leaned forward again, her lips too pretty not to be kissed. Her moans only made him groan in return. His hands found hers, letting the girl grip onto them instead of the sheets.
The sight in front of him made Mingyu sigh heavily, his thrusts had started to become more irregular as he could feel her walls tighten around him, only making him get closer to his own release.
"Fuck..." he cursed with a groan, "I'm not gonna last much longer," he admitted, making the older rapper chuckle.
"It's okay, she neither," Wonwoo answered for her, letting Minnie rest her forehead against his shoulder, their hands intertwined as her whines became more high-pitched, letting them know just how close she really was. "Right?" He leaned down to her ear.
The female member nodded, "Yeah...," she sighed out loud, followed by a loud moan, "God... Oh, God-" cutting herself off with an almost high-pitched scream when Mingyu suddenly switched to hard sharp thrusts. Wonwoo held onto her, his lips now on her neck, sucking and licking the spot Mingyu had teased her at only a short while ago. He had known her body for a good bit longer, having thought the younger rapper everything he needed to know, but still, he was proud to say that he was confident in probably knowing her just a bit better.
Right before the '97 Liner could hit the fourth thrust, Minnie gave in. Her orgasm washed over her body, her body shaking through it. Her nails dug into Wonwoo's hand, making him groan in pleasure and bite down on her skin, getting another moan from her in return. With only a few more thrusts, Mingyu followed, pulling out just in time, covering her ass and lower back with spurts of his cum. His low groans mixed with the warmth now on her backside made her smile to himself. That only got wider as soon as she felt his thumb gliding over the picture he had painted.
She pushed herself up, her knees thankfully still strong enough to keep her up straight. The younger rapper's arm had wrapped around her shoulder once again. The thumb he had just used to swipe over his cum now lined up with her lips, nudging her to open her mouth as she let herself fall back against his strong chest. Without hesitation, she obeyed, parting her lips, letting his finger enter her mouth before puckering around it, her tongue swiping across the tip. Synchronised moans of pleasure from both '97 Liners filled the room while the oldest of the three leaned back against the headrest, his lips curved up as he watched the two. He'd be lying if he said that was the reason for him to get hard. His erection had been growing ever since he had heard the first moan from Minnie.
As they truly had only decided to watch a movie the night before, he stayed in his boxers and sweats, but both of these seemed uncomfortably tight as he now eyed the two other members. The girl had her head tilted back, Mingyu's thumb now out of her mouth and placed on her neck, while his lips were engulfing hers. His other hand had already found its way back to her slit, and her legs instinctively parted again, giving Wonwoo the perfect view of her glistening pussy.
With a chuckle, Minnie pushed his hand away and parted their lips, scootching back up the bed with a sigh. The younger rapper had already turned to the nightstand to get some of the tissues he kept there, cleaning her backside neatly.
The girl didn't miss the soft grin on her partner's face, making her move over to him as soon as she felt a reassuring tap on her ass, letting her know Mingyu was done behind her.
"How did you sleep?" Wonwoo asked her as soon as she was close enough.
"Good," she smiled, leaning forward to go back to kissing him like before. The saltiness of the other man's cum was still faint on her tongue but it only made Wonwoo groan into the kiss. She suddenly pulled back, placing a soft peck on his bottom lip. "Did you sleep well?"
The '96 Liner nodded, his hand coming up to grab the back of her, pulling her back in. "I did," he told her in between kisses. "But waking up today was even better." His comment made her giggle. As she knew there was no way of her getting out of the grip he had on her hair, not so shyly, she let her hand wander down his body. Tracing the faint bumps of his abs he had been working on getting back with her manicured nails. Just like with Mingyu, she wasn't about to waste more time, her fingers dipping right underneath the hem of his boxers, her hand palming his erection. A heavy breath fell from his lips as his hand tightened on her hair, making her groan in pleasure.
Mingyu had come back into the room, having thrown away the tissues in the bin in the bathroom. Wonwoo quickly opened his eyes at the sound of footsteps, ushering him over to the bed immediately. With his attention away from the girl for just a split second, Minnie took the opportunity to move out of his grip and push the sheets of his body. Not wanting to put up a fight and enjoy her doing, the older member let her, leaning back against the mattress as she started to pull down his sweatpants and his boxers already along with them. His cock sprung free, hitting the bottom of his stomach.
Wonwoo's hand came down to brush over her head once she was only a few inches away from his erection while Mingyu claimed his side of the bed again, the palm of his hand running up and down her side, as it was perfectly in his view.
Minnie started by tracing a long strip up his shaft with her tongue, his head immediately falling back in pleasure. With a small drop of her spit right on his tip, letting it trickle down, she wrapped her hand around his cock, spreading the liquid around a bit more before wrapping her lips around him while her palm covered anything she couldn't get in her mouth. Wonwoo groaned out loud, his fingers holding onto her hair as she slowly bobbed her head up and down. The younger rapper's hands had started massaging the cheeks of her ass, enjoying the soft moans from her and the heavy sighs and groans from the man next to him.
Minnie used her free hand to cup the older member's balls, her other still occupied with moving up and down along with her head, stopping when she decided to let her tongue circle around the tip. She opened her mouth, giving Wonwooo the perfect view of her side profile as she delicately moved her lips and tongue around his erection. It was only then, he remembered the other member in the bed as well.
"Wait-" he stopped her, nudging her chin to come back up. "Let's give Mingyu a better view." Making the younger rapper chuckle. Minnie grinned as she looked back at her fellow '97 Liner, her thumb wiping away the drop of drool daring to spill out.
"Come here," Wonwoo prompted himself up on his knees, motioning for her to get in between him and Mingyu. "Lay down," he told her, throwing his cushion to cover half of the other one, making a higher surface for her. Right as he asked, the female member laid down on her back, sandwiched by her two partners, with the younger one calmly in the same position as her, while the older one had gotten closer to her, still on his knees, his cock in his hands. She replaced his grip with her own, waiting for him to be close enough before he dropped down, his tip back against her lips. Before she let it slip inside her mouth, her hands warmed his cock again, pumping up and down his length, making him groan once again as his left hand came up against the headrest to steady himself. Subconsciously, he leaned forward, pushing the tip further into her mouth, but Minnie just willingly opened it, letting him do as he pleased.
Mingyu's eyes were on them, simply just enjoying the view as he could already feel himself getting hard again, sighing heavily. His gaze fell onto Wonwoo's right hand that was travelling down dangerously low to where the girl had started to roll her hips against nothing, just instinctively. By simply just the sounds of pleasure from her partners, she could get herself rilled up, delighted at the fact that they wouldn't hold back their moans and groans, but let them fill the heat of the room.
As soon as the older rapper's middle- and ring finger started massaging her clit, a whine from her made his dick plop out of her mouth, and slap against her cheek. Her sound went straight to both of the men's cocks, making them jerk up. Wonwoo put his erection back into her mouth after she was able to catch her breath again. Her hand on his thigh stopped him from frantically moving his cock past her lips, wanting to deep and slowly.
Her pussy was still slick and most probably would still be in the next hour or so, counting the amount of pleasure she was receiving and giving. His fingers rubbed on her clit, using her wetness as lubrication. Feeling her body give into the enjoyment as she bucked up her hips. Her whines still fell from her lips, even with his dick filling up her mouth.
The guys could listen to the sound of her moans all day. After all the songs she had ever written, these were still the most beautiful sounds to the two men.
Wonwoo's eyes fell on the other member on the opposite side of the bed, who had started to palm himself again, his erection growing with each second that he listened to the sounds coming from the two next to him.
"Mingyu," his heavy breathing didn't stop as he spoke. "Come up here." The older member motioned for him to get closer, looking down at the woman beneath them in awe as she was still using her tongue to circle around his tip, her hand pumping him, her eyes shut in pleasure as his own fingers were working on her second orgasm. Mingyu shuffled up, watching Wonwoo, pull out his erection from her grip before cupping her cheek.
"You wanna try to take both of us?" He asked her, who switched her gaze between the '96 Liner's warm gaze and the '97 Liner's eyes, which were wide in surprise, but she could see the moment those words reached his ears, his body visibly reacting to it as his cock jerked up just a slight bit, making her bite down on her lips.
"Yeah," she quietly told him, nodding as she reached out with both of her hands to wrap around each cock of theirs. Slowly, she pushed them down to her lips, placing a soft kiss on each of their tips. She moved on to Mingyu's first. She spat onto his length before her hand spread it along, while the head of his dick was laid against her outstretched tongue.
With a deep groan, the '97 Liner threw his head back. Wonwoo, whose cock was getting pumped at the same time by her, watched him with a grin. It only lasted a second before he suddenly felt Minnie's lips back on him as she now glanced up at him, making him sigh heavily, his hand coming down to let his thumb brush over her cheek. She smiled against his touch, her tongue drawing a big circle around his tip with her mouth wide open.
With the pleasure he was receiving, Wonwoo had forgotten to get back to work on his girlfriend's orgasm, his hand quickly moving from her cheek down back to her slit, where he immediately pushed the two fingers he had used before inside of her, making her moan out loud, both of their dick hanging right above her open lips. Her hands hadn't stopped moving around their shafts, still getting heavy huffs from both men, only encouraging her to keep going.
As she now had both of them in a position like this and remembered Wonwoo's question from before, a dazing thought rushed through her head, making her lips curl up. She let her hands get close to their tips before pushing them to her lips just like earlier, only that now, she opened her mouth, pushing both of them inside of her. Her cheeks filled at an almost painful stretch, making her shut her eyes, but the moment her tongue hit the tip of their cocks, making both of the guys moan out loudly, she let it happen. Minnie raised her head just slightly, angling it straighter to let their erection move deeper into her mouth. With the added pleasure of Wonwoo's fingers still pumping in and out of her, her heavy breaths dared to turn into gags as Mingyu almost couldn't hold back from pushing deeper inside, the tight feeling of the inside of her cheeks against his length making him shudder.
With a gasp, she released her lips from the stretch, making the men sigh out with Wonwoo's hand suddenly speeding up while his thumb rubbed on her clit. Almost hastily, with short high-pitched moans, she forced the two cocks back into her mouth, her hands continuing to work on the rest of their lengths.
The older member threw his head back with a heavy groan, "God... just like that," his left hand brushed over the top of her hair, making her look up at him with wide eyes. The sight of two cocks in her mouth, her eyes glassy from pleasure and pain, her eyebrows scrunched together as she was getting closer to her own release, almost made him come right then and there, but he had to hold himself back.
"Fuck," Mingyu cursed out loud, his head dropping forward as Minnie started to bob her head, releasing their erections from her mouth each second, only to put them back inside in the following ones.
She surprised both of them when she suddenly started to use the spit that had gathered around them and smear it all over their lengths with her hands. Sneakily, she brought them closer together, rubbing their tips against each other, only before pushing them even a little bit further until she could wrap her hands collectively around both of them at the same time, letting the guys buck forward, using her hand as an almost fleshlight, while they brushed against each other.
The new sensation brought a new wave of pleasure to both of them as Mingyu continued to mumble out different curse words, shaking his head as he tried to steady himself with his hand on the headboard. Wonwoo had opted to place his palm on the younger rapper's shoulder, leaning slightly forward. Their cocks continued to move against each other, Minnie's hand keeping them together and giving them a hole to fuck with her hands. Without thinking about his actions, Mingyu dropped his head onto the hand on his shoulder, first letting his side rest against it before he turned it to place a gentle kiss against the rough knuckles of the man in front of him.
The older member had to pull his fingers back from Minnie's core, coming up to get a hold of Mingyu's hair, and pulling it back to make him meet his gaze. The two leaned in closer, their foreheads resting against each other as their eyes fell down to their cocks, glistening in the girl's spit as she rubbed them against each other, them bucking their hips forwards so she wouldn't even have to move her hands, only letting her tongue swipe across their tips every now and then. As she glanced up for a split second, she found both of their gazes on her, a grin spreading on her lips as she found their fucked out eyes.
"Hyung," Mingyu suddenly whined, "I-I'm gonna cum."
Wonwoo could only nod, his hand on the younger one's shoulder tightening as he could feel Minnie's tongue move quicker across their tips, wanting to bring both of them to their release. Merely seconds before both of them would buck their hips for the last time, the girl released their cocks from each other, using her hands to get them off separately. Only a few pumps later, loud groans and heavy moans filled her ears as spurts of cum started decorating her chest. She continued to run her hands along their lengths, waiting until every last drop hand landed on her chest before moving onto Wonwoo's cock first. Her lips wrapped around his girth easily, her tongue immediately getting to work with cleaning up the last drips coming from his tip. When she felt his comforting hand on her head, she let him free, his erection now much slumber than before. She glanced up at him with a curve to her lips as he chuckled down at her. He couldn't hold back but leaned down to give her a quick peck.
After releasing her again, he moved off the bed to get the tissues this time. As soon as he was out of her sight, the female member looked over at Mingyu, who had already fallen back against the mattress, still heavily breathing. With his hand on his chest he tried to calm himself down, but once glance down at his cock told her that it would take more time than expected as his tip was still bright red, just like it had been when he was hard as a rock before. With a sly smile, Minnie pushed herself up, her movements making her fellow '97 Liner look over at her. He reached out to cup her left cheek in his warm palm, copying her facial expression as he shook his head with a chuckle.
"Unbelievable," he mumbled with a smile. He dropped his hand again as Wonwoo told the girl to come closer to the edge of the bed. The younger rapper let her push herself up with his abs underneath her hands as the older member wiped the cum stains off her chest. Mingyu leaned forward until he was close enough to place soft kisses on her side making her try to squirm away, but he had already wrapped his arms around her, not letting her move much.
After the '96 Liner was done, he gave a quick kiss to her forehead before disappearing just like Mingyu had done before to rid of the tissues, neither wanting to collect them on the bedside table or somewhere on the floor, while also knowing the other man would take care of their girl in the meantime.
The younger rapper was still nose-deep in her side, pulling her in even closer, making the girl giggle. She managed to push his face away from her side, not managing the tickle of his kisses for much longer. As soon as he looked up at her though, she couldn't hold back but lean down, cupping his cheeks in her hands to keep him straight as she locked her lips onto his. He moved lower to snake around her ass, the soft flesh squished up against his arm.
The two were interrupted once Wonwoo came back, joining the two back on the bed, stopping right behind Minnie on the mattress, his lips going down to her neck. At the same time, his fingers travelled down to her slit that was still waiting for the final touch. Her mouth had to leave Mingyu's to let out a soft moan, leaning back against the older member's chest as she felt his fingertips going through the crack of her ass, down to her still pulsating clit, massaging it in circles. Wonwoo took the opportunity to push her head to the side with his free hand to make her look at him, covering her lips with his own as he engulfed her in a deep kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth right away. A deep groan shook her body as Mingyu started to kiss his way up from her stomach until he reached her breasts. His big hand cupped her left tit, kneading it to get a moan out of her. His lips wrapped around her already hard enough nipple, his tongue flicking the nub.
"I think we still owe you something," Wonwoo whispered against her lips, commenting on the orgasm he couldn't give her before as the new experience she had given the two men came as a surprise, making them have to steady themselves on each other. Minnie chuckled against his touch, melting into his embrace as she whined as soon she felt his fingers enter her again. But she had had enough of their hands, feeling the need to be filled up with much more than just their fingers, even though they could very much so give her enough pleasure as well.
"P-Please..." she mumbled, her words stuttering as he suddenly pressed his fingers hard against her clit.
"Hm?" Wonwoo teasingly wondered.
"Hyung, lay down," Mingyu suddenly spoke up, straightening his back to glance at the man behind the girl, who gazed up at the '97 Liner.
Wonwoo would never question the younger one's proposals and actions when it came to the three. Each one of them only wanted the best for the other ones, so they knew whatever one of them had in mind, the others would most definitely enjoy them anyway. The '96 Liner, laid down on the mattress, his head on the two stacked pillows where Minnie had been only a few minutes ago.
The younger rapped wrapped a strong arm around the small waist of the girl, pulling her in closely with a passionate kiss on her lips as he turned them around on the bed - her back now to Wonwoo, while her chest was still pushed up against his. The older member had already started to pump himself again, just the view in front of him getting him easily hard a second time in a row.
Gently, Mingyu pushed her further back until her ass was lined up with the growing erection behind her. His hands on her ass told her to straighten her knees as he glanced behind her, making sure, she'd be lined up with the tip of Wonwoo's cock. The older rapper straightened his legs and with his palms on hers, he pulled them over his waist. He quickly got a hold of his cock again which was now only millimetres away from entering her again as Mingyu kissed her deeply one more time before patting her ass, telling her to lower herself. The head of his dick glided into her slit easily, her wetness still lubricating her wall as she sat down onto his hips, a shuttering moan tumbling from her lips. Wonwoo's hands immediately found their place on her hips, already bucking up his lower body, making her whine out in surprise.
Mingyu gave her a few more pecks on the cheek before pushing up against her even more, the palms of his hands securely on her back as he dropped her back against the other member's chest. With her ass against Wonwoo's pro bone and his grip tightly on her, she started to roll her hips instantly, needing to release the pressure that had built up over the past few minutes. The older rapper pushed his lower half up, hitting the highest point of her inside with each thrust.
The '97 Liner couldn't help but smile down at the two before he got down on his knees, lowering his chest to meet the scrunched-up bedsheets underneath them, lining his face up with the frantically moving bodies. Minnie stopped her movements, relying on Wonwoo's thrusts against her G-Spot, moaning out loud as Mingyu's tongue pressed against her clit. Wonwoo couldn't see clearly, but he could still feel the other member's presence between his legs, making him grin at the thought of what he was possibly doing that could get sounds like these out of the girl.
Her hands tried to find something to grasp onto as the man's thrusts had become deeper while the other one's tongue lapped around her clit, the tip massaging her bundle of nerves. The '96 Liner saw her struggle, loosening his grip on her hips to let his arms wrap around her waist, pulling her back as closely as possible against his chest. His hips continued to thrust up into her, choked-up moans falling from her lips that could only be stopped as she moved her head to the side, their lips meeting for a deep kiss. The heels of her feet had started to dig into the mattress, pushing her lower body slightly up, only for Mingyu to push it back down, his mouth not leaving her core, his lips now wrapped around her clit to suck on it.
A mix of high-pitched moans and whines echoed through the room, Minnie didn't even know how to react to the pleasure any more, just letting it wash over her with each thrust, suck, kiss, and lick on her body.
Wonwoo's arms suddenly moved up her body, grasping her tits into his palms, making her own hands come up to hold onto his, heavily breathing as his fingers started to play with her nipples. He could feel himself getting dangerously close to his release, wanting her to come along with him. His thrusts had started to deepen, hitting the rough spot inside of her, getting choked-up moans of hers in return as she turned her head to the side once again, begging for his kisses to calm her down.
Mingyu was still working down, his eyes always up on the girl squirming against Wonwoo's chest, making him grin against her as proudly licked around her clit, adding to the pleasure she needed for her final release.
"P-Please come... inside me," Minnie moaned out, each thrust making it harder for her to form words as she could slowly feel herself turning into a mess of pleasure. "Please, Wonwoo..."
Hearing the sound of his name drop from her lips, surrounded by moans and whines brought him closer to his release than he had wanted to, now only a few more thrusts away from bursting a second time.
Her hands tightened on his arm as his fingers dug into the softness of her breasts. The shortness of his breath turned into heavy groans, his cock pumping a few more times before finally releasing himself inside of her. A loud groan fell from his lips as Minnie felt the warmth of his cum filling her up. Mingyu pushed himself up to let his member have his quick moment of relief as he watched his cock plop out of the girl's entrance, drops of his cum following close behind. He leaned back down to get his lips on her clit again while his fingers pushed every drip that dared to come out of her back inside. She jolted up in surprise, thinking she'd get a quick moment of rest, but the '97 Liner was already back down. Wonwoo sat up straighter, moving the girl down to sit between his legs, giving Mingyu a quick break to take a breath before his tongue circled her bundle of nerves again.
Over her shoulder, the older rapper got to look down at the younger member, smirking at the sight of his fingers pushing inside of her while his lips were working on her clit. His hands were still on her breasts, while his mouth had moved down to her shoulder, placing kiss after kiss as he travelled up to her jaw, making her turn her head to kiss him once again, his breathing still heavy from the orgasm he was trying to come down from.
"Fu-... I'm so close," she stumbled over her words as she glanced at the man between her legs, who looked up at her exclaim, only making her moan out loud again. Wonwoo smirked against her neck.
"Come on Mingyu's tongue, baby," he whispered, his deep voice sending a rush through her body. His hand kneaded her breasts more, his fingers focusing on her hard nipples. Her hands dropped from their grasp on him, to move down to pull at the younger rapper's short hair, getting a groan from him in return that shook her core. With a shaky moan, she bucked up her hips, his teeth gracing her clit suddenly, making her jolt in surprise. Her whines turned into quick short breaths, mumbles tumbling from her lips as her head fell back, her begs getting louder with each suck on her clit and push of his fingers inside of her.
It only took one more brush against her G-Spot before she came. The orgasm burst through her body. She lifted her hips in reaction as Mingyu's lips didn't leave her pussy, continuing to suck. His lips were tight around her clit, trying to drag out her orgasm as much as possible, while she was wriggling against him, Wonwoo's strong arms around her keeping her somewhat still.
"Ah!" She cried out, trying to push Mingyu's head away from her with a whine. Finally, he released her, letting a deep sigh leave her body, her head falling back against the older rapper's shoulder, who was kissing her jawline. With a proud smirk, the '97 Liner wiped a thumb across his lips before placing his hands on her waist to lean down, covering her lips with his to stick his tongue into her mouth. A muffled groan came from her as she tasted the remains of her on him, smiling against his lips. As Wonwoo was still on her jaw, one slight movement let their heads bump together, making both men look up.
With both of their eyes filled with leftover lust, they smirked at each other and before Mingyu could even think much about his next move, he brushed past Minnie, his lips finding the older member's as he also leaned forward, meeting him in the middle. Pleasurable hums filled the girl's ear as she turned her head to the side, finding her partners sharing a moment of passion as Wonwoo's hand clasped on the back of Mingyu's head, pulling him in just a bit deeper, their tongues finally meeting. The '96 Liner recognised the taste of the girl still on his lips, smirking into the kiss, before pulling back. Their eyes only met for a split second, sharing a quick smile before their attention was back on her who watched them with wild eyes, the corners of her lips curled up. Wonwoo was the first to get back on her lips, the younger member opting for the other side of her neck. Only after a split second, the two switched, each of them groaning against each other's lips.
Too lost in the touches of each other, the stain forming on the sheets underneath them was long forgotten and the tissues now suddenly unimportant in the nightstand.
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a party and kisses at midnight - a new years modern!batboys drabble. 🎀🪩
(last one for this year, my lovelies, as a little thank you. I can't even describe how happy you all make my lil heart by adoring these silly little drabbles and this AU as much as I do!! love you all to bits!!! *mwah*)
"Why is it so fucking cooold..." Feyre's teeth were chattering as she hopped up and down on the spot, her breath a white cloud in the air.
"Cause it's winter,", Mor supplied, very helpfully, her voice slightly muffled from where her top half had disappeared into the trunk of her car. I snorted softly, shivering against the harsh cold wind brushing against my legs as I shifted from one foot to the other, clutching the three bottles with glittery booze Mor had handed me against my chest.
"And he really does this every year?" Feyre crunched her nose as she looked up towards the lit windows on the third flow, the star in my window shining in the dark.
"Yeah." Mor resurfaced, hair slightly tousled but triumphantly holding the bottle that had decided to roll into the depths of her trunk after she had taken a rather sharp curve. "Last year, he actually threw the whole thing in his dad's mansion, because he was out of town and Rhys had the sudden urge to be rebellious. It was a huge thing." She frowned. "How did you two miss that; the whole campus didn't talk about anything else for weeks."
I shrugged as she plucked a bottle out of my arms, tightening my freezing fingers. "We both spent Christmas at home, and then at New Years, we holed up in Feyre's apartment. We were in a severe food coma by midnight and didn't get out of bed before the next evening."
Feyre sighed happily, staring dramatically up into the sky. "The good old times."
I snorted and sent her a wide grin. "C'mon, you love the idea of an actual New Years party for a change. Rhys definitely put more effort into food than we did; he ordered some super fancy food and did some stuff himself, he basically spent the whole of yesterday in the kitchen and wouldn't let anyone peak."
"Also the view from the balcony is amazing at midnight!" Mor stretched to close the trunk of her car. "You can see all the fireworks from the neighborhood, and the ones down at the river."
"Why don't we go and see them there?" Feyre pouted.
"Because one, it's gonna be packed with severely drunk people, and two, like you just mentioned,", I climbed onto the sidewalk, bumping into her side and widening my eyes dramatically, "it's coooold!"
Feyre snickered. "Fuck off."
"If it gets too busy; I locked my room so there are no hook ups on my clean sheets, we can hole up in there." I pushed open the front door with my shoulder. The stairwell was warm, and I could hear music vibrating from the third floor.
"Yeah, because your sheets are so innocent." Mor grinned when I tried to kick at her, easily dodging my heel and raising her brows. "From what I've heard, your sheets have seen their fair share of not so clean action -"
"Oh, fuck you,", I growled over Feyre's cackling, pressing my elbow into her back to keep her from tipping over backwards from laughing while trying to fight the heat in my cheeks and the grin pushing onto my face. Mor snickered and blew me a kiss, and I flipped her off as best as possible with my arms full before beginning to push Feyre towards the stairs.
"Seriously, I always wondered; how is Azriel in the bedroom -"
"Mor, shut up!", Feyre and I called in unison, Feyre laughing so hard, I had to shove her up the stairs. Shrugging, Mor followed, flashing me a grin.
"Just curious, you know; I've heard he's quite skilled, and I mean, it makes sense, the quiet ones are usually the ones who go hardest -"
"Oh my God." I dropped my forehead against Feyre´s back as she stopped to hold onto the banister, giggling so loudly, she started hiccuping.
"Okay, fine, I'll stop." Mor grinned. "But only because I don't want Feyre to fall down the stairs before she can get her midnight kiss from Rhys."
My best friend stopped laughing abruptly, and it was my turn to snort and cackle.
Feyre's cheeks glowed pink as she glared at Mor. "I don't -"
"Sure." Mor smirked and slipped past us, sending her a wink before sauntering up the stairs. Feyre glowered at her back, beginning to stomp after her, and giggling, I followed after both of them.
Up on the third floor, the music and noise made the floor vibrate.
"How do the neighbours don't complain every year?" Feyre widened her eyes slightly, readjusting the packages of snacks she was balancing in her arms with her chin.
"Probably used to the boys being loud." I smirked.
"I think Rhys always invites the people right below you, and the ones down on the first floor usually spend New Years somewhere else, so they don't really got anything to complain about." Mor knocked her elbow against the door. "And the old folks next door wouldn't even hear a whole football team tap dancing up the stairs, so -"
Feyre and I started giggling, and Mor grinned before widening her eyes when someone pulled the door open. "Thank God, I'm starving."
Following Feyre into the hall, I sighed happily at the warmth enveloping me as I kicked the door shut. Feyre peeled off her jacket before taking one of the bottles out of my arms, and I slipped out of my coat, squeezing it onto the overflowing coat hanger next to the door.
There were people filling the hall, the kitchen and crowding the living room; coworkers of Cassian and friends of the boys from the gym, some of the guys Rhys played basketball with, people from uni and classes and a whole lot I didn´t know. It was loud and full and smelled of stale air, perfume and food.
Mor, Feyre and I slipped past kitchen, where the Christmas decorations were still up and the counter had been transformed into a bar, with lights and all. Putting the glittering booze down, I followed after the other two into the living room. The tree was glittering, lametta draped over the branches after Cassian and I had taken down all the baubles this afternoon. Streamers were hanging over the shelves, ceilings and windows, along with big floating balloons. Cassian almost ran into one when he spotted us, starting to grin widely.
"Hey!" He ducked under some silver streamers and pressed kisses to Mor's and Feyre's cheeks, the latter clearly not used to his teddy bear behavior yet, then he slung an arm around my waist and lifted me off the ground slightly in a tight hug. When he let me slip to the ground again, he sent me a shit-eating smirk. "Look at you; you know, if Az isn't around at midnight, I'd totally -"
I kicked his shin the same moment someone behind me snorted, and as Cassian winced, an arm was dropped over my shoulders.
"If you think Az wouldn't make sure he gets his midnight kiss, you've inhaled too much glitter." Rhys' lazy smirk was audible in his voice as he leaned down his head a little. I pressed a kiss onto his offered cheek and called over the noise: "Where is he?"
Rhys opened his mouth before closing it again and smirking, nodding over my head, and turning around, I followed his gaze.
My heart dipped and swerved, and my breath hitched in my throat when over the heads of the crowd, I found golden amber eyes piercing mine.
Azriel was leaning against the wall next to the fireplace. His shoulders strained against his simple black t-shirt, tattoos scattered over his arms, his dark hair tousled. He looked glowering as usual, not paying any attention to the people bustling around him, but some of his scowl slipped away his eyes dragged over mine. Then he pushed off the wall and started moving through the crowd, towards us, people getting out of his way quickly. But he didn't even spre them a glance, just kept watching me, something warm and deep and twinkling in his eyes that caused my heart to begin fluttering quickly.
Rhys slid his arm from my shoulder and moved past me to greet Mor and Feyre, sending the latter a grin that caused her cheeks to grow pink even as she huffed, and Azriel pushed past him. Something rose into my throat as I tipped my head back to look up at him, parting my lips to drop a teasing remark about his outfit that didn´t deviate from his usual in the slightest - but before I could even make a sound, Azriel dipped his head and kissed me.
A small sound broke from my chest at the firm press of his lips, my breath catching in my throat when I felt his hand slide up to my neck, and my heart swelled and pulsed under my ribs as my fingers curled into the soft cotton of Azriel's t-shirt and my knees turned to jello.
Azriel's lips curved upwards slightly against mine. I felt his tall, solid body press against mine, his calloused thumb gently tracing the line of my throat. Then Azriel slowly broke the kiss, his nose gently nudging mine as he pulled back his head just a little to stare down at me, his eyes golden in the warm pulsing lights. There was the slightest trace of a crease in his cheek, curtesy of a small smirk as he leaned down again to press a light kiss onto the corner of my lips.
"Hi." His deep voice vibrated through me, low and smooth, and I managed a breathless "Hello." that caused the crease in his cheek to deepen as he broke into a grin that was shit-eating enough to rival the one Cassian usually was sporting. I quickly pinched his side, no give to his muscles when he winced a little and glared at me.
"Hey, Az."
Cassian probably had a sixth sense for someone just remotely thinking of him, because he was smirking when Azriel straightened and turned enough that I could peak past him, just in time to see the twinkle in Cassian's eyes when he sent me a light wink.
"I was just saying - Y/N looks too pretty to not be kissed at midnight; I'd volunteer if -"
Azriel scowled darkly, and I snorted a laugh and flipped Cassian off. He pretended to catch it, sending back a kiss and grinning widely, and Azriel rolled his eyes and turned back towards me with a shake of his head, but there was a light twinkle in his iris when he gently pushed me past him towards one of the armchairs.
"Okay, only fifteen minutes til midnight!" Rhys' loud voice echoed through the apartment, answered by whoops and cheers, and I grinned into my drink when I felt Azriel's chest vibrate with a huff.
I was tucked into his side in one of the armchairs, my legs draped over his lap and dangling over one of the armrests, his arm draped over my back. His right hand was slowly running up and down my shin, his scarred skin warm through the thin pair of thights I was wearing, his thumb brushing over my knee once in a while. Mor and Feyre were lounging on the couch a little to my left, facing us, Cassian reclined lazily next to them as he grinned when Rhys moved past the coffee table.
They had kept coming and going, but Azriel and I had spent almost all of the past three hours in the same spot. Mor had dragged me up to dance twice, and I'd only let her because it meant I could stock up on snacks on my way back to where Azriel stayed lounging lazily in the big armchair, dark eyes calm and watchful on the people laughing and mingling and talking loudly around him. Everytime I returned, his legs parted slightly, and he shifted until I had plopped back down next to him before dragging my legs over his lap and stealing some of the food or a drink I was carrying. He looked perfectly comfortable, and no one dared bothering him, the glowering looks he sent Cassian and Rhys' way whenever they got too close warning enough to anyone else.
I had huddled up with Feyre in the kitchen for a while, curled up on one corner of the couch and giggling, and got pulled into conversations with her and Mor and the boys more than once. But I was always pulled back towards Azriel and the place squeezed into his side, talking quietly over the noise, Azriel's nose brushing my hair when he mumbled something into my ear, his lips curving into a light smirk whenever his words sent me into a fit of giggles. When I twisted to whisper into his ear, the scent of his cologne flooded my nose, and I could feel warmth wash over me.
It felt like we were in our own little bubble, comfortably curled up in the middle of the chaos, barely even noticing the people around us whenever the others had disappeared into the crowd again.
"Let's go outside so we get a good place on the balcony!" A coat was thrown at me, nearly landing on my head, and I jumped, my eyes darting up to glower at Rhys, but he just winked before tossing Azriel his jacket.
Sighing and grumbling, I laborously dug myself out of the armchair. I could feel Azriel's chest brush my back when he rose to his feet, towering over me, his calloused fingers gently pulling my hair out of the way when I slipped into my coat before he slid into his jacket.
Wrapping the thick scarf Feyre had gifted me last Christmas around my neck, I shivered happily as I buried myself in my coat, feeling Azriel's warm fingers sliding over my palm. My heart rose when they slipped into the spaces between mine, linking them together firmly, his thumb brushing lightly over my skin. Then his biceps gently bumped into my shoulder, pushing me over to the window doors leading out onto the balcony.
The air was freezing, our breath rising in white clouds when we stepped onto the balcony. The fairy lights wrapped around the balcony were glowing in a warm golden light just like the bushes in the huge stone pots where we huddled against the stone balustrade. Mor's teeth were chattering dramatically as she slightly swayed on the spot, and Feyre's nose was pink when she huffed at something Rhys mumbled, but I could see the way she hid a wide beaming smile in her scarf. Rhys was staring at the side of her face.
There was a gentle huff against my hair, and when I looked up over my shoulder, Azriel's chest pressed into my back, his hands sliding into my pockets to link our fingers. His eyes were on Rhys and Feyre as well, and there was a knowing twinkle in his eyes as he watched his best friend stare at mine.
Feeling my heart rise and a giddy giggle pulse under my ribs, I turned back ahead, flashing Cassian a grin over Mor's head. He winked back, his wide smile causing his cheeks to crease.
Slowly, the others joined us on the balcony and at the windows. When I heard the door down on the street, I leaned forward to look over the balustrade and saw that some people had decided to watch the fireworks of the neighbourhood from down on the sidewalk.
Rhys kept looking on his watch, counting down the time. Azriel wrapped his arms around me, resting his chin on my head as I played with his fingers, leaning back into his solid chest and feeling something thrum against my ribs. Mor disappeared back into the flat for a minute and returned with some glasses filled with sparkling, bubbling drinks she placed on the broad balustrade in front of us. I shivered in excitement, shifting giddily in the spot as Rhys started counting down the seconds to midnight.
The people around us started joining in until everyone was counting. I felt my heart rise and flutter as a stupidly wide grin spread over my face, Mor bumping her shoulder into mine and Feyre hopping around giddily on the spot.
"Four!"
Mor giggled and leaned forward to press a smacking kiss onto my cheek before looping her arm through Cassian´s, hitting his stomach so forcefully in excitement, he actually coughed a little.
"Three!"
Feyre squeezed my arm and beamed at me, and I caught a glimpse at Rhys on her other side, staring down at her like he was trying to make a decision.
"Two!"
I breathed out and closed my eyes, feeling heat in my cheeks despite the cold and the pulsing thrum of my heart against my ribs and the warmth blooming in my chest growing bigger and bigger.
"One!"
Azriel's hands slipped out of mine, his chest pressing into my back as his arm slid around my waist and turned me around, and as everyone yelled "Happy New Year!", Azriel´s hands slipped up to cradle my face, and he leaned down and kissed me.
My heart rose in a wild flutter, and I slid my hands under his coat, his chest curving into mine as Azriel kissed me, deep and heated and all-consuming, his tongue twisting with mine as a soft sound broke from his chest, and I clung to him, feeling the thrum in my chest explode like the fireworks over us in the sky, showering my body in golden glittering sparkles until it felt like I was floating, my heart rising until I couldn´t breathe.
I could hear whoops and jeers all around, a little far away and like slow motion, felt Azriel´s calloused fingers cradling my face and the slight shudder in his breath when his nose dragged over mine. Then he kissed me again, his hands sliding down as my arms wrapped around his neck and my body curved into his as his hands pressed against my back, and I felt something begin to pulse against my ribs.
"Happy New Year,", Azriel mumbled against my lips, his deep, hoarse voice causing a shudder to run down my spine, and I clung to him, feeling a ridiculously wide smile slowly spreading over my face.
"Happy New Year."
Azriel's nose nudged mine, and his eyes, dark and molten, pierced mine. Then he dipped his head and mumbled into my ear: "C'mon."
My breath hitched, and my heart rose into my throat when his hand slipped under my coat and pushed me past him, through the crowd towards the doors leading inside.
I could feel him in my back, towering over me as we slipped through the people cheering and toasting in the living room. Something was thrumming against my ribs, twisting in my stomach when Azriel unlocked the door to his door and I moved past him, turning and feeling my heart beginning to flutter against my ribs when Az closed the door. The lock clicked, and Azriel slid out of his jacket, stepping towards me. His warm, calloused hands slipped under my scarf, his fingers tracing up my neck as he unwrapped it slowly. Dropping it to the floor, he dipped his head, his nose brushing against mine as the noise outside grew, mixing with the muffled crashing of fireworks.
The pulsing feeling in my chest turned into a hurricane, and Azriel slipped his hands to the back of my neck and kissed me, deep and hard and unhurried. Then he pushed my coat off my shoulders and leaned down, sliding his arm under my backside and lifting me off the ground.
When an hour later, we slipped back into the living room, the bass was making the floor vibrate, people were cheering and dancing, and Cassian, lounging on the couch, hollered while Rhys whistled, but Azriel just rolled his eyes. They couldn't see the scratch marks on his shoulders beneath the crumpled material of his t-shirt, or the love bites littering my skin underneath my dress, but swollen lips and messy hair and the way Azriel's hand slipped under the seam of my dress when he pulled me into his lap were enough.
Enough for Cassian to smirk and Rhys to chuckle and for Mor to wiggle her brows when she dragged me to my feet only seconds later, pulling me with her towards Feyre, the both of them cackling. Flipping them off, I let them pull me towards the people dancing and looked over my shoulder, and my heart rose when for a second, my eyes found Azriel's through the crowd, watching me, his eyes molten and deep, swirling with something that made my breath hitch.
I blinked, then I slowly started to smile, bright and cheeky, before sending him a wink, and I saw the huffed laugh leaving him, something dipping in my stomach when I turned around with a beaming smile.
The flat stayed filled with people until well into the morning. I was pulled into the crowd again and again, and yet - no matter how long I danced with Mor and Feyre, played beer pong with Cassian or mixed drinks with Rhys that were so bad, he declared us unfit to ever to do it again - I always ended back in the corner of the couch, with the scent of cedar and darkness filling my lungs, an arm wrapped around me and a deep, low voice mumbling into my ear, light kisses pressed against my neck and a scarred hand wrapped around my knee.
And by the time Mor and Feyre crashed in my bed and Cassian had dozed off on the couch and Rhys let the door fall shut behind the last people, groaning happily, I was already fast asleep, wearing only a t-shirt that smelled like home, curled up against a warm, solid chest, leg thrown over a bare hip and nose pressed into warm skin as Azriel slid his arms tighter around me, dragging me up and further into his body as his tall form curled around me and he buried his face in the crook of my neck.
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Red Haze ✧ j.ww
Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x f!reader
Genre: smut
Summary: The taste lingering on your tongue is smooth like his hands caressing your skin and the warmth in your chest could be love or wine, who really knows. It's unimportant either way with the way he's looking at you.
Word count: 2.6k
Warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol consumption
A/N: This is my part for @svthub's cupid fic exchange aka cupid's gift for @wonusite! Surprise! I hope you enjoy it and have a nice day ♡
The sunset bleeds deep red honey color over the pink sky. The clouds lazily lounging in the air look like stray rose petals Cupid mischievously left for the angels to be flustered by. It’s a beautiful and warm evening. Your feet hurt from all the walking you did today, but the view is worth it. You sway a little, acting clumsy and more tipsy than you are, because the only thing that would make this moment more perfect is Wonwoo’s hands on your waist. And you always get what you want.
He catches you quickly and pulls you to his side, giving you an unimpressed look. He knows your limits better than you do, and he knows that the wine tasting you devoted the day to isn’t enough to get you drunk. His playful annoyance quickly disappears from his face, however, when you lean up and kiss his jaw.
You’re both tired and the wine makes you feel a pleasant buzz that makes the short walk back to the house you’re staying at feel surreal and peaceful. You end up leaning your head on Wonwoo’s shoulder for the rest of the way. His arm remains curled around your waist. You feel protected and satisfied, life feels just like you’re living in a fairytale.
The feeling lasts even after you make it past the front door and into the kitchen, sharing a glass of water that feels disappointing to say the least after the rich tastes you enjoyed throughout the day. Looking around, the walls are tinted pastel red too. The world is blushing on the lovers’ day.
All the colors of the world are not important, though, safe for the black of Wonwoo’s eyes. It seems deeper, richer, a warm darkness that feels like the hug of the night after you’re safely wrapped in your sheets after a long day. It’s made warmer by the look in his eyes, speaking of pure devotion and adoration. It makes you shy, even after all this time, so you decide to speak up to chase away the embarrassment.
“You never formally asked me to be your valentine, you know?” you hum, a teasing lilt to your voice. It’s pointless - why should he? Isn’t this little retreat enough? Isn’t the way he looks at you enough? He laughs, pulling you closer until your head rests on his chest and his arms can wrap around your body.
“Is that necessary?” He asks and sighs in amusement when you fervently nod your head. He rests his head against yours while he thinks for a while. “Do I need to ask every year?”
You nod your head again. “Do it or I will.”
“Hmm, won’t you trust me instead?” his hand leaves your waist to cup your cheek as he makes you look into his warm, dark eyes, “I will never want another Valentine. I will court you again and again every February.”
You bite your lip, trying to stop it from trembling as warmth spreads through your body, from your heart all the way to your fingertips. You cover Wonwoo’s hand with yours and turn your head to kiss his palm.
“It’s just me and you until the end of time,” he smiles and strokes your cheek with his thumb. It doesn’t take much to convince you to kiss his lips instead.
He tastes like wine, just the same as you. You recognize the aftertaste as the one of the last wine you tasted earlier. The one that charmed you and made you crave more. As if Wonwoo's lips weren't addictive enough already.
"What was it called?" you ask once you part, not pulling away much. Half-tempted to dive in for more.
"I'm not telling," Wonwoo smirks, instead fulfilling your unspoken wish and kissing you again. His tongue meets no resistance, only a warm welcome. His hand cradles your face and you allow him full control of the kiss. Your hands twist in the collar of his shirt between your fingers. It's good his arm is around your waist, holding you up or you'd be a puddle on the floor.
"Why?" you demand before you give up any semblance of control and kiss him deeper. The wine makes you do it. The red light and the taste. The feeling of Wonwoo enveloping all your senses. It makes your head spin and your knees shake.
“Breathe,” he tells you, and you do. His lips meet the corner of your lips and you finally fill your lungs with oxygen.
"Why didn't you remember the name?" he teases, amused and tempted by the pout on your lips.
"Because I knew you would," you mumble.
"And I did," he laughs, "So I get to do what I want with that information."
“But why?” you whine a little, sliding your hands up his chest and to his neck, playing with the hair on his nape. He’s not caving.
“It was your favorite, wasn't it? ‘Best I ever had’ did you say?” he waits for you to confirm, “So that's why. Only I can get it for you now.”
He kisses the tip of your nose while you're still trying to process that he'd actually gatekeep your new favorite wine from you. He laughs more at your perplexed expression. “It’s expensive anyway, I should be the only one to spoil you like that, right?”
“Will I have to wait for another Valentine’s day then?” you challenge.
“Spoiling you is a year-round thing,” he tuts. You half-expected an answer like that, but it still makes more heat rise to your cheeks.
“And when will it be my turn to spoil you?” you blink up at him. He pretends to think for a moment. The corners of his lips, twitching up, betray him though.
“Every morning that I wake up with you next to me.”
“That's so cheesy, so so cheesy,” you sigh, hiding your face in his chest.
“And still if I let you go now I'd see how weak in the knees it made you.”
“You're-’
“Terrible? Horrible? Mean?”
“Love of my life,” you correct him with a pointed gaze as if he didn't finish your sentence correctly.
“Look who's cheesy now,” he sighs before he guides your head back to his chest, quick enough that you can't tell if that's red dusting his cheeks or just a trick of the light.
“And my knees are still not working properly - it’s the wine, don’t get any ideas,” you warn him playfully as his chest shakes with chuckles, “So how about you help me to the bathroom and have a shower with me?”
“Lovely idea,” he hums, “If you let me undress you.”
With just one exchanged glance through the steam rising in the shower you both knew it’s not going to end with simply washing each other’s bodies.
It’s a blur - how you managed to get through the shower routine filled with giggles and less than innocent touches, how - or why - you got dressed in your night clothes when you soon laid undressed again under him on the silky sheets. You beg to be touched, beg for him to stop exploring your body as if he needed to commit it to his memory.
Wonwoo’s fingers finally dip between your folds. You take in a shaky breath as his warm fingertips circle your clit before slowly slipping lower. He just wants to tease, you know, but this time you bite your lip to stop from moaning and smirking at his surprise that you recognize in the brief pause in his movements.
“So wet from just a little sweet talk and showering?” he recovers and hums against your skin. His lips leave a trace of kisses down your neck, tender and innocent, yet your skin feels too sensitive. His fingers work their magic, teasing your clit with feather light touches that make you squirm. You don’t know if it’s the wine or the light pouring over his features just right or if it’s simply him and your love for him, but the softest of touch feels like it’s setting your body on fire. He adds a little pressure and the pleasure is so intense that it makes you reach for his wrist.
“Please,” you whisper, “Need you. Need you a lot.”
“I’ll make you feel good, darling,” he promises against your throat, his teeth scraping your skin. You shiver as goosebumps erupt over your skin. Your fingers circling his wrist don’t hold him back at all as he slowly inserts one inside your warm fluttering walls. His free hand that held your thighs apart caresses your body until it reaches your chest, cupping your breast. Your hardened nipple brushes against his palm as you arch your back into his touch. His lips move across your jaw to your lips, relishing in the vibrations of your pleased mewl.
“Need more,” you beg breathlessly, “Need you, Wonwoo.”
“You can’t take it, baby,” he shushes you with more sweet kisses. It’s hard to think, to do more than kiss him back. You feel like you’re floating, completely lost in the feeling of your lover’s lips and hands. His fingers curling inside you, taking your breath away, his thumb nudging your clit and making your toes curl, and the tender attention he pays to your breasts that turns your mind into a foggy mess. His tongue long since won the battle. It’s only natural to submit to him. It’s as natural as breathing to chase after his lips when he pulls away with a smile. “You’re so gone already, you wouldn’t handle my cock.”
You want to argue that you would in fact handle whatever he gives you, but it’s not possible. Not when your body feels like it’s melting and you only half hum, half moan in response. You barely have the strength to keep your eyes open and watch him. Watch the fond smile on his face and the spark in his eyes. “Feels good?”
You nod. Then you remember your hand still loosely wrapped around his wrist and you manage to stroke across his veins a few times, making him chuckle without ever slowing down the speed of his fingers pumping inside you. They drag against your walls at just the right pace. He knows your body so well, knows how to make you scream and cry in pleasure, but he knows more than that. All your worries disappear along with any tension, anxiety or fears. It’s just Wonwoo. Wonwoo and his love, your love.
You let your eyes meet with some difficulty and his eyes are melted chocolate, dripping with sweetness. He gets shy, his composure slipping for a second before he relaxes. It’s just the two of you. He doesn’t hide how smitten he is with you, though you have a feeling it would be impossible anyway. His lips are parted, tongue darting to wet them as he watches your face scrunch up in pleasure. He feels you clenching around his fingers, feels your body pushing and pulling, fighting against and leaning into the sensation he provides. You’re so beautiful and so vulnerable. He could do anything with you, he knows you would let him. He could even take the approaching climax away from you and deny you the release. And while other nights he might take advantage of that for his entertainment, he won’t. Not today. Not when all he can think of is that his heart will burst if he doesn’t kiss you.
So he does.
You whimper weakly. He feels your fingers tighten around his wrist, feels your chest rise and fall so fast. He focuses more of his attention on your clit, his fingers almost stilling and rubbing that spongy spot inside you. You’re struggling to catch your breath and he feels a little bit of guilt for that, but he’d feel worse if he denied you the kiss you so desperately return and keep coming for more.
Your words all blur together into desperate whines and moans, but he understands all the same. It’s a shame he has to give up playing with your nipples to hold your thighs apart, but you’re trembling too much and making it harder for him to please you while you hang on the edge of your climax.
He soothes your spasming muscles with gentle caress. Finally he allows you to breathe, pulling away only enough to watch you come undone. Your nails scratch his wrist, but what’s a little pain if he has the privilege to make you feel so good you can only think of the pleasure? He’s relentless even as your body tries to twist away from him. Your walls are sucking him in, your hips meeting all his movements. You were made for him weren’t you?
He leans down to kiss your forehead, grounding you when the waves of pleasure wash over you and you almost forget how to breathe. He guides you through your high and safely back into his arms. Your nails digging into his skin become a warm invitation pulling him to lay on top of you. He grants your silent request easily. Still he’s careful not to put too much weight on you and pulls out his fingers slowly. It’s a bit awkward trying to maneuver himself without hurting you and reach for the tissues without making a mess on your skin or the pillows and the sofa.
The fog clouding your mind slowly settles and you realize his predicament, chuckling as he shuffles on top of you until he finally does what he has to and wraps both his arms around you.
“I love you,” you whisper, stifling a yawn to pepper some kisses on Wonwoo’s face, “I really enjoyed that.”
“I love you too,” he smiles, much more hesitant to meet your eyes now and so he kisses you again instead. “How are you feeling?”
“Good. Tired,” you sigh, but even so your hands creep under his shirt. His skin is so smooth and tempting. It's hard to move, you just want to soak up his warmth. At the same time, there are more exciting things you want to do. He hums, before gently moving away and letting your hands slip out. He walks to the adjacent bathroom and comes back with a wet washcloth. You frown at him a little.
“You’re tired,” he gives you a look, sitting down next to you and coaxing you to let him clean you up with gentle caresses.
“Wanna make you feel good too,” you mumble, whining as the wet cloth makes contact with your heated core.
“Already did, baby,” he smiles at you, “I love watching you enjoying yourself and you know that.”
“But…” you hesitate. He’s right, you’re sleepy and too sensitive. At the same time, you only want to please him. He shakes his head with a smile and kisses your forehead before making a quick work of putting the washcloth away. He lies down with you, pulling you closer to his body. It’s so warm you think you’ll need to get rid of the blanket in a bit, if only it didn’t feel like it keeps you safe and separated from the world.
“No buts. Remember when I said all the spoiling I need is waking up with you next to me?” he asks and you nod, too eager to hear him out to cringe, “I would like waking up with you on top of me as well.”
You laugh, weakly smacking his chest. He laughs too, quickly reassuring you he wasn’t being serious - but he wasn’t lying either.
“I like you under me too,” you purr as you nuzzle into his chest.
“You already have me under your thumb,” Wonwoo confesses quietly, so quietly you don’t hear it before slowly succumbing to sleep.
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My Beloved || Thomas x Reader
Summary: Thomas is filled with emotion as you both seek out a way to show just how much love you truly hold for one another.
Words: 7.5k
Warnings: SMUT18+!!!, loss of virginity, masturbation, p in v, this is honestly very fluffy and sweet okay
Notes: okay so... this started off good then towards the end i got desperate to finish it and it turns rushed i think?????? a little bad??????? anyway, these guys would have NO idea about sex ed tbh just what they’ve learnt from each other... because i feel like WCKD had better things to do, like brainwashing everyone, instead of teaching kids about the birds and the bees. long story short just go with it and no judging on my smut please i dont write it often!!!
There’s a boy, and he’s so beautiful it hurts.
Among the fiery glow of the bonfire flames, his eyes luminate with golden specks - so bright, so mesmerising, that you cannot stop staring from beyond the heated curtain. You catch his gaze and the way his smile quirks upward, bashfulness flushing his cheeks and provoking his teeth to sink sinfully into the plusness of his lip. It brings a warmth to your chest - a sensation of adoration, burning hotter than the flames separating you both. It travels to your fingers with an itch that wants you to jump to the boy, embrace him, kiss him, love him. He had been everyone’s saviour, but to you, he saved more than just your life; he brought colour back to your dull days, allowing you to see the vibrancy that radiated with pure intentions from your daily sunlight. He returned hope to your anxious mind and settled the prior need to look over your shoulder for danger every spare second. He made you feel so incredibly loved to the point where you stopped breathing and your heart would swell with anticipating warmth. There’s a boy, and he’s so perfect it hurts, in the most breathtaking way.
Thomas could feel you staring. He revelled in the way that your eyes sparkled, and how you looked at him as if he put the stars in the sky. He was still getting used to others viewing him as their paladin, but you were different - it was much simpler, housing purity and sincere devotion, seeing the boy as your ending. You fell in love in the wrong place at the wrong time, surrounded by chaos and imminent peril, but the clawing need to stay by the other’s side brought you both to your much-deserved salvation; and better yet, into the forever hold of each other’s arms.
The boy couldn’t understand his emotions as they intensified, but he knew that it was longing. He knew that they yearned for you. He didn’t have the time or space to stop and consider how his body was growing and reacting to being around your own, the desperation to run and hide and fight had eventually become all that he could think about - until it was all over, and you were all safe. Now, those feelings returned and his thoughts drifted to how your kiss has started to ignite something in his gut, and how it spread through his veins to the point where he wanted to dig his fingers into your flesh and never let go.
It was a topic of conversation that he had previously brought up through loose lips and in between inebriated breaths; Minho on the receiving end with a bit more sobriety, but he was still dazed as he listened with widened eyes and unsplit attention. It was near comic how Thomas had him on the edge of his seat - he couldn’t put into words just how he was feeling, but his friend could see the depth behind the amazed look that glassed over whisky hues and how a curt smile perked at his lips. Minho very much understood that desiring need, the way complete and utter endearment could make a person feel like they were floating effortlessly on cloud nine. Thomas was the first person he went to when he was ready to take that step further with the sweet girl from the kitchens - and now it had turned full circle, and Minho had never been happier that love had struck his closest friends.
The flames began to die, juxtaposed to the rising moon that now bathed the Safe Haven in beautiful luminescence. Thomas could see you much clearer now, and it made your stomach flutter at how fervently he appeared. You found yourself growing more heated the further you allowed yourself to fall for the brunette boy; your eyes lingering that little bit longer, the need to nestle into the side of his body growing stronger, and your heart rapidly reverberating in your chest just that much harder. It was as if every nerve was ablaze with want, and it was such an unfamiliar sensation that you were starting to feel nauseous. And you didn’t want it to end.
It wasn’t long before Thomas stood, dusting at his covered thighs to rid the ash that sprinkled from the rising smoke. He moved slowly, almost with hesitance, but it was the bashful and budding thump from his heart that drew him toward you. Through the curtain of your lashes, you peered up at him as he stopped only a mere foot or so in front of you, his hand extended, and a chest filled with held breath that he hoped you wouldn’t notice. He was bathed in a fiery afterglow, his figure enveloped by golden flickers. You sighed dreamily.
“Want me to walk you back to your hut?” His voice was quiet, a gentle hum as it held the possibility of diffidence. He always held a sort of shyness when it came to you, especially when it allowed him to hold your hand and selfishly receive all of your undivided attention.
A rosy hue climbed your neck, speckling your cheeks with a blush that exceeded even the dancing flames of heat before you. It felt so incredibly right as your palm confidently slid over his own, granting Thomas permission to lightly grasp at your wrist and provide some strength in pulling you up. He always escorted you, these days. Part of him dreaded that if he didn’t, then something would happen to you. Whilst other parts craved the company you gave and the adoration you unforgivingly showered him in. Maybe, it was just his way of showing the supplemental gladers that surround you both that you would always leave with him, because you’re simply his.
Regardless - your hands were quick to wrap around his arm, tugging the boy close to you as you clasped your fingers with his. Bidding farewell to your friends and fellow survivors hardly took any time before Thomas was guiding you away, the path he followed so well-known by now that he swore he could travel it in his sleep. The lanterns that usually adorned your way had already died down, softened by the late night, yet complemented beautifully with the rising blanket of radiant moonlight. It would be hard for you to form words around just how contented you felt in this moment; calmed by the gentle breeze wafting from the ocean shores of the Safe Haven, and lulled when it rustled nearby palm trees in harmony with the now distant joyousness abandoned back at the bonfire.
Thomas’ thumb absentmindedly rubbed at your hand as your head dropped to his shoulder, the faint smell of burnt wood tickling your nostrils after becoming woven into the cotton of his shirt. You managed a small hum, surprising yourself when you inner thoughts left your lips with quiet notes, “Do you think it’ll stay like this forever?”
“What will stay?” He replied, his eyes briefly glancing down to you, lips curling into a slight smirk at how in thought you seemed to be.
You paused, lips pursing as you racked your brain for the right words. Everything, is what you truly wanted to say, but even then you wished that some things were different. You wished for Newt to be there with you all, and Chuck, and Winston. You had also often thought about Teresa and just how much she would have contributed to this new society. You really didn’t want everything to say the same, but some things were just simply perfect in your eyes.
“The tranquility.” You ended up with, squeezing Thomas’ forearm with your spare grasp, “The calm after the storm. Being able to take a deep breath because you know you aren’t always looking over your shoulder. Nights like this… so beautiful, merciful. Seeing our friends smile in what felt like forever. Us.”
“Us?” He questioned, peering to you again before focusing on the upcoming silhouette of your hut. Thomas laughed lightly, “We aren’t changing, not anymore. I have you and I’m keeping you forever. No take-backs, sorry sweetheart.”
A tender giggle echoed lightly in the air as it fell from your lips, prompting you to nestle even closer into Thomas’ side. He always made you feel protected, and you know from the bottom of your heart that he will also continue to until his dying breath.
You pressed your lips just under his ear, breath igniting his skin, “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
It was a force that managed to shake the walls; such harshness in comparison to the soft velvety feeling of his lips sliding against yours. Thomas’ brows furrowed slightly after forcefully kicking the door to your hut closed behind him, but it was the sweetness of your amused laughter that drew him so effortlessly back to you.
“A little eager?” The warmth of your breath fanned over his still rosy cheeks, reminding Thomas that you were so close. You watched as his lashes fluttered against his cheekbones - delicate, yet sharp - framing the doe-like brown eyes that you’ve grown to love, and beyond, and it made the boy appear so incredibly pure. He was a snowflake shining against the sun, a flower’s petals fresh as they begin to bloom, the dancing flames of a picturesque fire that you were only just admiring him through.
Thomas managed a smile through a breathless exhale, as if you were there taking his breath away with your bare hands, grabbing and keeping it as your own lifeline. He lent in, this time with closed eyes, the tip of his nose nudging against yours, and it was your turn to hitch at his whispered words, “You have no idea.”
His hands were rough. Callouses adorned them from the past year or so, memories and scars that captured how he survived and that those hands were the reason you were safe. They often trembled when he slept due to the nightmares that haunted him - the monsters that made him bleed, and the people that he watched perish before his tear-glazed eyes. Those hands carried the lives of legions of people at one point, and sometimes Thomas thinks that they are under pressure to still do so. Those hands were strong and could hold so much from so many people.
Yet, as one grasped your hip and the other cupped your cheek, they had never felt more tender. Oh - and how you desired the benign fingertips to soothe over your skin and touch you in places that have gone undiscovered by most. And if Thomas wanted to tread in those uncharted waters, there was no way that you would decline, not when you dreamt of his touch for so long.
You breathed him in once more, intoxicated by the most mundane of scents that built up who this boy came to be. The smoke was strong as it continued to linger, but the salt water that had dried on his skin and the subtle waft of dirt from his earlier exploration this morning was a concoction that on the best of days, drove you crazy, but right now you wanted nothing but to bathe yourself in it. With a small swallow of the lump in your throat, fingers grasped at the unbuttoned opening of Thomas’ henley, and you pulled him even closer than before until chests were flush and hearts beat in thumping unison.
His lips found yours again with ease, wrapping around your own and taking you as if he were a starved man. It drew a small moan to elicit from your throat and he knew that he would do anything to hear that sound again, over and over, a broken record that could both lull him to a lustful sleep and keep him awake at all hours with a curled fist and an overworked forearm. It wasn’t until his tongue slipped; dragging with deliciousness over your bottom lip, and taking refuge against your own as he licked so casually into your mouth. That’s the moment you blacked out and allowed your stance to lose all sense of muscle, becoming jelly-legged and at the mercy of Thomas’ arms wrapping further around your submissive frame.
Thomas slowly walked you both backward until your knees collided with the frame of your makeshift bed. You released a small gasp, enough to wake you from your short absence from reality, as the boy took it as his cue to lift you carefully until you were laying down against the thin sheet that you deemed as a blanket. This was the first time that he was ever situated above you - usually pulling you into his arms as you stood with friends, or tugging you down onto his lap so that he could cuddle against your back. Kisses would be shared, but they were never this hot, nor this needy, and Thomas’ breaths stopped momentarily as he took in how stupidly beautiful you looked underneath his heaving body.
He wasn’t sure what changed between you both so quickly with this new angle, but he had a sudden overwhelming sensation to kiss you with every ounce of passion he could muster, and meld himself with you until a single unit was left in your wake. He was throbbing in his head at the salacious thoughts that drowned his mind with images of you in positions seemingly compromisable. Throbbing in his heart at how emotion could so easily play such an intense role in how he never wanted to be a part from you for as long as he lived. And throbbing a little lower at how it all seemed to come together as one want, an impulse, a craving for your touch and taste and sounds that could drive a man mad in the absolute best way possible. Thomas was already halfway there.
You could feel it too in the way he was gazing over your frame - the heat that loved to submerged your body was now between your legs, and you had the itch to squirm from the slight discomfort it gave you. It was formidable once before, during a night where sleep was off the schedule, and you couldn’t stop thinking about how much you yearned for being between Thomas’ arms and held to his chest. The heat was like a heartbeat as it pulsated, and under the curtain of nightfall, you had eased the pain with your fingers and a hasty soothing rub. You remember seeing Thomas flash behind your fluttering eyelids before they settled closed, and it made you press harder, chasing after a feeling that was odd at first… but so quickly became pleasureful until you squealed his name and your chest sank from a high that pulled you up from your bed. It was euphoric, and you were quick to understand what some of the others meant when they talked about making themselves feel so good. All you wanted now was that feeling again, and Thomas to be the one to grant you such elation.
With vulnerable movements, you reached up to cup the boy’s cheek, your thumb dragging from his nose to the softened skin under his eye, teasing his lower lash line. You bit your lip at how stunning he truly was and how the subtleness of moonlight played shadows across his face. He nuzzled into your hold and placed a small kiss to the skin, the tip of his nose dragging with fragility over your palm until his lips pursed once more. You needed him closer until all you could feel was him, all you could taste and hear, too. You were aching to settle the feeling that had now reached your lower abdomen as it screamed to be soothed, to be taken care of.
“Kiss me.” You slipped, a softened whisper that Thomas almost missed until you said it again, “Kiss me, Tommy. I need you.”
You didn’t know what the words truly entailed except for how right it felt to say them - Thomas, clearly on a wavelength that matched yours with perfection, as he dropped to your lips with a smile and groan that you happily swallowed whole. Arms and legs clung to him for dear life as he slotted between your thighs, lips smacking and tongues dragging and suddenly that alluring cool night air became thick and humid. He covered your frame and slowly sank his body weight onto yours - a puzzle piece that was cut perfectly for you, embedded so sublimely against your curves and dips.
Hips clashed with harmonising force, a kind of friction that was heavily sought as it was chased. It drew a throaty groan to echo past Thomas’ lips, his brows furrowed as he tried to overcome the near pained feeling of pressure against his crotch as you absentmindedly pushed up against him. It was bittersweet torture - the kind where he knew how to relieve it, but was riddled with nervousness about sharing it with you. He sat a curled fist beside your head as his other held your hip, hoping that you wouldn’t notice how frisky your touch and taste were making the boy. Thomas was holding back every instinct to lose control over a sensation that had only ever met his right hand.
You were lost hopelessly in his lips. They held slight chappedness from the salty air, but an ever-forgiving softness that so easily held you captive and vulnerable. Whenever he kissed you, it was as if you were nothing but his - simply a figure that had fallen victim to his tender touch and enrapturing words, you wouldn’t dare move in case it burst the bubble that separated you from the outside world. It was simply an addiction and you craved it always, a constant need for Thomas, a constant need to share your love.
Absentmindedly, your ankles pulled his lower back further into you, and it was the meeting of his hardness against your heated core that ripped a sudden moan from you both as synchronised calls filled the space of your hut. You clung even further to him, your face buried in the crook of his neck among the thin sheen of sweat. It was the type of stimulation that you needed again, or else you’d stop breathing. Tentatively, your hips rose again before you gently rubbed over the pulsating hardness through the thick denim of his jeans, and you swore that stars exploded behind your eyes as you whined against his neck.
Thomas breathed out heavily, his throat thick, “Shit - shit, that feels good.”
You nodded weakly, desperation clawing at you as you pressed kisses down the column of his throat, remembering the patches of skin that made him shudder with fragility. Thomas was melting against your frame - a puddle of a boy between your limbs as he began to rock over you, slow drags until a comfortable pace was met and he could feel your fingers digging into his shoulder blades.
His senses were enamoured by you - completely and utterly taken, infatuated to no end. You were all that he could feel and it made the air thicker than he thought possible as he swallowed your panting breaths. The need came rather quickly as Thomas grasped at the back collar of his shirt, his ears perking at the small whine you let escape as he sat back on his knees to remove the obstructive piece of cotton. Your lips were still pursed and they chased him with weak effort from your sobered drunken haze, much to the boy’s admiring amusement.
With a chuckle, Thomas lent down to you, his lips ghosting over the rosy hue of your cheek before pressing gently against it. He allowed the tip of his nose to nuzzle against the soft skin before he spoke in a whispered tone, “Who’s the eager one now, hm?” A shudder travelled down your spine as warm breath danced below your ear; a sensation that was enough to rip another moan from your thumping chest, a sound so melodious that Thomas found it a hasty necessity to imprint it permanently in his mind.
You replied breathlessly, “I can’t help that you’re hot, Tommy.”
He gripped your waist after his fingers slid over the exposed skin from your hiked-up shirt with desperation to run his touch over every inch of your body. He didn’t want to push you to follow suit with the removal of your own shirt, but it didn’t stop the clench of his jaw and sudden strong grip as he held himself back from pursuing the hunger that was slowly developing within him.
You knew him, more than yourself, and how his demeanour would change, and how every emotion or action was a chapter in his book that you’ve read too many times to count. It promoted your hand to lift and squeeze at his bicep, Thomas’ eyes drifting to your widened gaze and the glint that sparkled among your coloured hues, “Take it off, it’s okay. I trust you.”
He nodded, his chest fluttering at the faith you so easily had in him. You always did - have faith in Thomas - after all, he saved your life and in turn, you saved him by providing the limitless unconditional love that he deserved. His encouragement allowed you to find yourself after being lost within such a cruel world, and he never stopped believing in you. He never would. Thomas’ fingers flexed below your ribs, the toughed skin of his fingertips dragging with savour as he pushed your shirt further up your body. As it bunched under your chest, you managed to sit up slightly, quickly tugging the shirt until it let your skin breathe free, and it was tossed somewhere presently unknown across the room. The boy’s breath suddenly hitched as eyes raked shamelessly over your now vulnerable frame. His mouth felt dry, yet he was in complete awe.
“You’ve seen me like this before.” You noted though the silence, your voice barely loud enough to break the intimate atmosphere. Your chest flushed slightly, only growing more vibrant as it reached your cheeks. You grew bashful under his doting stare, and he couldn’t help but bite his lip adoringly.
“Yeah, but…” Thomas thought back to the times where you all would swim at the beach, enough clothes to cover you, but to which still left little to the imagination. He shook his head once more, still in complete wonderment at you laying beneath him, “This is different. What I-I feel… it’s so much more than I can handle, you’re just so beautiful.”
Your hand cupped his cheek and history repeated itself with such endearment; thumb rubbing under his eye to which he turned and kissed against your palm. It was quickly becoming your thing, your couple thing, something so small but so symbolic that ran the same path as screaming from the treetops that you’re in love. It was your silent communication of forever, and always, and until the end of our dying breaths to a world if there is one beyond ours. It was a promise and a reminder - that you both were there, and you weren’t ever going to leave. You were telling him through a simple touch of your hand that you were real, and his kiss was a reply of sincere gratitude.
Thomas lent down to peck the tip of your nose, smiling widely as your face scrunched with joy. His lips were quick to attach themselves to your neck next, wanting you to feel the ecstasy that you supplied him. They trailed with a wet path - his tongue darting out against pressure points and sucking at the spots that drew groans of satisfaction from you. Your head lulled back against his bed when teeth tickled your collarbone, and it didn’t take long for you to surrender yourself completely to him. Thomas’s tongue dragged heavily down your sternum before tracing along the cups that prevented you from bareness, eyes peering through thick lashes to silently ask for permission to go further. You couldn’t dare say no… not when every ounce of sunlight and warmth sang to you through such a simple look.
You snuck a hand behind your back to unclasp the bra, suddenly releasing an unknown-held breath when the cool night air mixed with the heated moans that Thomas fanned against your chest. He swiftly reattached his lips as he relished in the new canvas for his kisses, his moistened trail continuing. You squeaked as he passed over your sensitive nipple, promoting your hand to grasp the back of his head and hold him closer to you. Thomas continued by sucking lightly before his tongue swirled in time with his hand squeezing your opposite side. He kneaded and squished the flesh tenderly, feeling his trousers tighten at the mewling sounds you made.
He swapped sides and continued whatever sweet assault he could muster to prolong your symphony of sounds. It was building inside you - the desire for more. You felt like you were ignited, but wanting to be more than a spark… you needed to be an explosion, and you needed Thomas to be the one to set you off. You wiggled as you huffed out his name, your fingers fiddling with the button of your shorts when the boy pulled aware with a raised brow.
“More… I need more. Please.” You begged, lifting your hips as Thomas helped pull the material away. He stood back by a step or two, whisky-glassed eyes absorbing your writhing body in nothing but a pair of cotton underwear and a wet patch that matched the erotic stain over his crotch. He was robotic as movements forced him to remove his own pants, the playing field even, and his cheeks redder than the Safe Haven’s sunset when you immediately ogled at the tent that was pitched under his boxer briefs.
This sort of intimacy was alike a perilous expedition - unsteady footing at first, unsure how to press forward, but leading to a bewitching and alluring adventure with such rapturous salaciousness. It continued when Thomas’ hands were placed on your thighs, rubbing cautiously against your skin before dipping in between your legs. Just knowing that he was so damn close made you whine under your breath, quiet, yet pitched enough to catch Thomas’ attention.
Your fingers moved absentmindedly as they circled the moistened patch that you created, chest swelling with a held breath. You shuddered, trying to compose yourself, voice humming with please, “I-It feels good when you rub right there…”
“Is that what you do?” He questioned, eyes wide as he took in the information, and fingers dancing hesitantly close to your core. All you could do was nod and whine, hips squirming just from the thought of the pleasure that you’ve previously made yourself feel. It was an instant snap - the build of a rubber band being held back by Thomas’ fiery imprints, before the pressure was released, and the bounce back hit you hard when he pressed into the place that throbbed with wet need.
Your body trembled with a softened sigh, the attention you were receiving easily turning your mind to mush, and he had barely dipped below the surface. Thomas’ eyes widened as his movements traced in the same tempo as his heavy breaths, chest thumping and skin igniting with warmth - he was in wonderment at the sounds that he drew from you, the squirming and the delicate fluttering of your lashes. It was a side of you that he was seeing for the first time, that anybody was seeing for the first time, and he felt so damn privileged.
The boy stopped quickly as you grasped at his wrist, big brown orbs looking to you in worry; but it quickly dissipated when he saw your loving ghost of a smile as it perked at your lips, and how you gently pushed him away to be able to remove the final piece of clothing that separated you from him. The cool breeze over your exposed slick provoked a shudder up your spine, a second one eliciting when you realised that Thomas’ flushed face was staring at your most private area.
He didn’t hesitate when his finger dragged back over you, collecting moisture that made your body tick when slathered across your sensitive nub. The pressure increased and you were sinking, melting, dissolving into the sheet beneath you. Your body was heavy, yet you felt weightless, allowing Thomas to take every ounce of control to drive you into ecstatic oblivion. His touch drew slightly down and circled the sensitive hole that was swimming in your pleasure, your breath hitching as his fingertip breached until his first knuckle. The boy’s hair was tugged with a needy grasp, the sheets below him shifting as they were too curled within your other hand.
Thomas cursed under his breath as he rutted slowly against the side of the bed, his finger beginning to pump as he relished in how you squeezed him. He sighed loudly with a teeth-bitten bottom lip, “You like that?” It was rhetorical by what he saw before him, but he needed the affirmation, to know that you were going to unravel in bliss. And that he was why you were floating in a euphoric daze. You managed a whine in reply, head nodding as words were stuck among your hitching and heavy breaths. The tip of Thomas’ middle finger slightly curled as he shifted his position, and you released a sudden cry after he unknowingly rubbed against your spongey roof. He stopped immediately; scared that you were hurt, his chest tightening with worry until he noticed the cry settling into a moan, and your hips instinctively chased his touch for more attention.
Thomas was known for being brave - diving in head first, running on pure instinct and spontaneity. He wasn’t one to back down, and now he knew what provoked those sweet wanton sounds of a symphony to escape you, he would do whatever possible to keep it going. He pumped his finger harder, his cock twitching against the bedsheet whenever you clenched around him, that one special spot being harassed over and over again until he swore you stopped breathing. His bravery shone when he inserted his pointer finger, his own throat now paying homage as it growled out a groan of desperation at how you both stretched and tightened. His mind travelled to thoughts of how you’d feel wrapped around his throbbing member, and if he didn’t get himself sorted soon, then he’d be leaving behind a spray of stickiness in his pants.
“T-Thomas…” You panted, hips rising and chest heaving as you felt fire bubble in your abdomen. Your voice cracked at the overwhelming sensation, “More… I need more…”
He was careful to remove his fingers, but hasty when he rose up your body. Lips found yours instantly, as if by a magnetised force, two pairs that were destined to be slotted together with a taste that you could so easily get drunk off of. He licked between your lips until you granted him access to explore you properly, sliding with juxtaposed delicate hunger, and swallowing your breath and moans until they settled as his own. Thomas was slightly started as your nails dragged down his naked chest, goosebumps trailing in their wake before the elastic waist of his final piece of cotton was being attended to. The need was growing substantially as he pulled back - much to the disappointment of both himself and you, your lips pursed and eyes growing wide as you stared to him with such childlike doeness.
It was becoming too real now as his hands began to shake, but any doubt was wiped clean when Thomas saw the adoring expression that flushed your face and prompted such a beautiful glint in your eye. You were his, and he was yours. That’s how it was and it’s how it would remain. Thomas was ready to give everything and more to you, as you were to him. Always.
The boy drew a deep breath before his boxers were dropped and he toed them to the side, his body bare in front of you. Thomas was pure - the epitome of a dream, a handsome man with arms that could protect you for the rest of your days. It wasn’t until you looked closer that you properly noticed the scars that showed his true story; both small and large imprints that represented sacrifice, and loss, and success. You lent forward with tentative movements until your fingers danced over the marks, and for a moment Thomas flinched, but easily settled as you traced each one with care. With pursed lips, you pressed against one near his navel; a recent wound that would forever remind you of his escape from death, where a bullet pierced his skin and left him unconscious for days. It was a time when you waited by his bedside without reposition, watching the steady rise of his chest as day turned to night, until he awoke in what would be your rightful Safe Haven.
The thought alone provoked wet tears to coat his lower stomach, and Thomas gently slid his hand into your hair as his thumb soothed you with consistent rubbing motions. Thomas was here with you, he was alive, he was real, he was safe and he was so utterly and completely loved.
It was as if he could read your mind as he cooed against the crown of your head, “I’m here, babygirl. I’m not going anywhere.”
You showed your understanding with more kisses over more of his scars, until every one had been offered endearment. You sat up further on your knees until you could gaze into his caramel eyes and the shade of burnt honey was easily your favourite; they gleamed especially under the afternoon sun, mesmerising swirls that could drag you to the deepest of depths, and you’d let them. They showed kindness and amusement, but right now, they darkened within the thickness of the room and you could’ve sworn that if given the chance… he would eat you alive, right there and then. Oh, how you wish he would.
But this moment was tentative - shared among inexperience, but budding romance and the strongest desires to be held and cherished. You needed to be closer which is why you kissed Thomas slowly, your lashes brushing against his pink cheeks, and your hands tightly squeezing his shoulders as his hardened cock twitched over your stomach. Flames were still burning brightly in your core and they needed to explode before they could be pleasantly extinguished.
Your mind was too hazy to recall how your hold shifted to arms sliding around his neck, pulling him further in until teeth clashed and silenced groans were exchanged, and Thomas took it in stride to poke his tongue at every crevice he could before sliding it deliciously over your own. He lowered you to the bed before placing himself between your thighs, your ankles returning behind his back, and two hearts reverberating with slight anxiety against the other’s chest.
Thomas pulled back slightly as his nose nuzzled with yours, a deep breath taken, “We don’t have to do this, not if you’re not ready.” He offered quietly, trying to convince himself that his words were purely directed toward you.
You smiled; the feeling of his wet and puffy lips brushing against your own as you did. You rubbed your nose back against his, “I’m ready if you’re ready… I love you, I’ll do anything for you, Tommy.”
The boy chuckled in near disbelief. He knew a long time ago that he'd love you - that you’d take up every thought, every dream. That you’d so seamlessly enter into his life like the need for oxygen, and without you, he wouldn’t be able to breathe. You weren’t just needed or wanted, you were necessary to Thomas, and the love he had for you was unchallenged and indescribable. And now, it was also so incredibly mutual. Not that he had any doubts.
“I love you too, so much.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, “So, so much.”
Thomas’ hips rocked against yours and the desperation was building fast. He thrust once, twice, three times until he was coating himself in your wet slick and it pulled a guttural noise from his throat. There was a time when he felt embarrassed listening to how his friends would recount their sexual experiences, and what they did to their partners, and how good it really felt. Neither of you had gotten to that stage until now, but he was thankful that he listened otherwise he wouldn’t be able to truly experience you.
The boy’s large hands tugged at himself a few times to properly lather himself in your wetness and you couldn’t help but sneak a peek at the package he held, your bottom lip quickly being held captive. You exhaled deeply, eyes widening, voice softening, “A-are you sure that’s gonna fit?”
He laughed, a sound so sweet, “We’ll just have to see, won’t we? But…it might hurt, okay?” He huffed into your ear, face buried in the crook of your neck as you pressed a trail of open-mouthed kisses to his flushed skin, “So you need to tell me when to stop if it gets too much.” You whined, nodding in acknowledgement as Thomas began to line himself up, the head of his sensitive girth meeting your lower lips. But he didn’t push further, taking another deep breath, “You need to say it, please, baby. I need to hear you say it.”
Instinctively, you ground up against him and released a breath you didn’t know you were holding as the anticipation grew, “I will, I promise.”
He didn’t need much more convincing as Thomas pushed into you, so incredibly slowly as he savoured how tight you clung to him. Your warmth forced his eyes to roll back and knowing that he was stretching you brought on utter determination. His cock was burying deeper, and deeper, and even he was starting to question now whether he’d fit inside you. Thomas opened his eyes after realising that they were closed, not remembering when he squeezed them shut, and he looked over your scrunched face with a gentle coo. He lifted a hand to your face before his thumb was gentle in pushing out the wrinkle between your eyes, his touch dragging down the curve of your face to cup your cheek. He whispered to you - affirmations and encouragements, reminders of love and pride.
The lack of reception was a worry that nearly made him stop until you covered his hand with your own, face tilting until you could kiss over Thomas’ palm. You huffed as you were being filled, swearing that you could feel him in your stomach, but the pain would surely dissipate. “I love you, I love you, I love you…” Your mantra repeated like a broken record, getting lost in the heavy panting of your breath, until your back suddenly arched and Thomas had reached the hilt.
He was already spent as hands braced themselves beside your head, caging you in until all you could see was his kiss-swollen lips and lustful dark eyes checking you for any kind of discomfort. The pressure sucking him into you was a sensation that he could never grow tired of, yet he waited for your face to soften and for the curl of your lips before he was granted permission to finally move.
It was harmonious when you both sang out in pleasure; the four walls of your hut hopefully thick enough to not draw in any unwanted attention, but at this stage, you could care less about anybody or anything outside of the bubble you and Thomas found yourselves within. His rocking turned to a fastened pace, driven by just how close you both already were to reaching your highs. Hips clashed and lustful sounds echoed as your arms curled under his own and grasped at his shoulders, pulling the boy closer until an inch couldn’t be spared between your sweat-sheened skin. Curses fell from your lips with ease and Thomas relished in the way that he was making you feel, your bodies moving as a single unit as you were pushed and pulled across the bed.
He nosed your cheek before brushing his lips against yours - not quite a kiss, but a flash of want that was sure to leave behind a burn, and you hoped that the feeling would stay with you forever. He nuzzled into you as he moaned out, “I love you”, his words so sweet in contrast to the near-pornographic moan that followed when you clenched around his cock. It made you rut back against him and meeting his hips halfway was nearly your tipping point. You were chasing after the feeling of ecstasy as it continued to build and continued to run, your arm held out and it was within reaching distance. So close. So close.
You knew you had crossed the finish line when your vision turned to stars; a white light coinciding with delicate heat, your body trembling as you droned against Thomas. You were weightless again - floating in euphoria, your bones melting as you collapsed completely into Thomas and he made sure to hold you against his naked chest with a protective arm across your back. It was the first time you truly felt pleasure and it was perfect.
“You did so well…” Thomas cooed, trying to withstand his own release as he kissed over your temple, his fingers massaging into your spine when he felt a quiet sob escape you. His lips pressed once more, “Just so you know” He started again, his thrusts slowing before he went too far, “You look so beautiful right now.”
“I’m crying.” You scoffed, eyes scrunching when you pulled back as his cock throbbed from inside you, dragging over the spongey spot that had the potential to drive you to insanity if probed enough. But the feeling was too strong and you were becoming too sensitive.
Thomas noticed before he pulled out with haste, his tortured girth being fisted roughly within his hand. He took a deep breath, the urge to cum growing nearer as his head threw back and his eyes screwed shut. “You’re beautiful even when you cry.” It wasn’t until he looked at you, the feeling of soft skin cupping his cheeks and your lips slotting against his own, that Thomas finally let go. You swallowed his moans as the boy shook under your grasp; strings of white stick painting his fist and reaching your chest.
He was the first to break away, the need for air nearly forgotten as he was getting lost in your touch and taste. Thomas’ forehead pressed to yours and his shoulders sagged in absolute content. Your relationship consummated on an entirely different level, and you both had never felt closer to one another. Thomas hummed, his heart rate slowly coming down, yet he couldn’t help but express excitement, “That, fuck… that was amazing. Absolutely amazing.” He grinned as you giggled under your breath, arms wrapping back around his neck, “And you, babygirl.. that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I survived a week in the Scorch.”
He flinched slightly as you slapped at his shoulder, embarrassment flourishing and your face was hidden as it nuzzled against one of his pecs. The boy continued to rub your back through his tamed chuckles, admiring what he deemed as adorable behaviour, and you acknowledged him with a series of kisses over the damp skin of his chest and an amused tone, “You’re such a dork, Tommy.”
“I’m your dork.”
You murmured something incomprehensible against him, followed by a yawn and a satisfied smile. You were worn, in the best way possible, through a moment that would stay with you for as long as life allowed you to keep it. Thomas has saved you in more than one way - allowing you a new lease on life, full of different experiences and emotions, with a promise held in the cusps of forever love. It was a struggle to get to where you are now but you’re glad, no, you’re gratified that it eventually led you to a life with Thomas.
The boy pulled you back to his chest as he squeezed a final hug, his brows furrowing at the feeling of cooling slick between your bodies, a bittersweet end to where love was made, “First things first, I’m gonna have to clean us up.”
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⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ INFRUNAMI
summary. marc and his girlfriend are living their best lives during vacation.
small drabble - taking requests here
trigger warning. love
IT WAS CALM, the rays of the sun came out of the curtains and crushed on their skins.
the weather was perfect; the clouds were high in the sky and the sun was shining brightly.
the couple was still fast asleep, tangled between each other.
marc’s back was covered by [your name]’s leg, while his hand was attached to her lower back—fingers holding firmly the flesh of her ass; an habit of his.
the girl’s face was smushed against the boy’s neck, her warm breathing rubbing against his tanned skin.
her hair was a complete mess; curls laying on one of the pillows and blinding her boyfriend’s eyes—the consequences of her being lazy and not tying her hair up before sleeping.
however, marc didn’t mind one bit, loving the smell of her favourite shampoo and styling cream.
the room was still very silent; only the breathing sounds and light snores of the two young people being audible, them just appreciating each other’s warmth and presence.
but suddenly, sleep seemed to slowly quit the couple’s bodies, making the two of them slowly opening their eyes—marc being the first.
« mmh… he hummed, bringing a hand to his eyes that were blinded by his girlfriend’s hair. ¿nena? »
he only received a grunt from the girl, making him chuckle lowly.
between sleepy eyelids, marc stoled a quick glance to the girl laying next to him: appreciating her sleepy form—pouty lips that he wished he could kiss till the end of time; gorgeous face filled with sleep and her warm body pressed against his.
smiling lovingly, the boy couldn’t do anything but fall for her again (and again).
giving her more time to properly wake up, marc stretched himself—breaking his back several times in the process, his eyes still trying to adapt at the bright luminosity in the room.
once his view was clear enough, the spanish boy didn’t hesitate to get out of the bundle of warmth that the hotel bed was, and walked to the balcony—not before squeezing two or three times his nena’s ass and kissing her temple briefly.
entering the balcony, only in his calvin klein boxer and his naked back on full display, marc made his way to the very front of it; watching peacefully the greek sea.
his vacation to greece with the love of his life was all he needed. football was his very first passion, but that didn’t mean that breaks from it were bad.
that’s what every footballer need; sunny beach and twelve hours of sleep (and in marc’s case, their partner in crime).
the feeling of waking up at the hour he wants, having the luxury of clinging onto his love much more than the other times, tanning on the beach, swimming in the hotel’s pool and eating some five-stars meals everyday: all of this was the dream.
again, he smiled—still watching the waves in front of him.
« babe… the sound of his girl’s voice came to his ears. why do you need to wake up so early bro, she grumbled while hugging her boyfriend’s waist. »
« ain’t your bro, [your name]. »
he hated when she called him like he was one of her friends—which he really wasn’t.
the girl didn’t say anything, only wrapping her arms tighter around his warm skin and leaning her cheek against his muscles—feeling the need to bite them. not in a creepy way, just her way of showing affection.
« ¡dejar de morderme! he hissed while her teeth sunken onto his skin. she laughed loudly, amused. are you on drugs or something ? he laughed too. »
« didn’t you know ? had some coke last night, reaching back, the boy slapped his hand against the lower back of the girl, making her laugh again. »
« kiss me before i throw you in the sea, he said while turning to her. »
didn’t need to repeat himself twice: her lips already crushing against his, their hands rooming against each other’s bodies.
squeezing each other’s lovingly, the two of them feeling the need to express their love to each other through their touch.
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Walkway Aesthetics
The door opened from the spaceport to the city proper, and I couldn’t help saying, “Oh wow.” I’d expected a regular walkway, maybe with a moving sidewalk or hovercarts, probably with ads and decorations. The last few big cities we’d visited had all been pretty bland in terms of entrance-way style.
This one was an aquarium. The long tunnel curved away under a domed ceiling with vast sea creatures undulating by overhead, and others darting about in flashes of scales. Subtle blue-and-purple lighting lit up both the benches alongside and the water above. Specks of phosphorescence danced everywhere like fairies under a starry sky. The effect was breathtaking.
I ventured out into the purple-blue wonderland. “Wow, this is amazing.”
Three of my coworkers followed, and were less impressed.
“Eh, it’s not very original,” Kavlae said with a flip of her frills. Under the lighting, her sky-blue skin was a shifting purple. “Water scenes are pretty tiresome, honestly.”
“You said it,” agreed Mur down from floor level. He tentacle-walked along like the opinionated squid alien he was, blending with the bluish shadows. “Once you’ve seen things swimming past, you’ve seen them all.”
I asked, “Are you serious? This is beautiful.”
Paint huddled close beside me, her orange scales turned an indistinct brown. “I think it’s scary.”
“What? Why?” I asked.
She clasped her hands, shaking her head. “That’s a lot of water, and a lot of creatures. What if the barrier broke?”
“Well yeah, that would be bad,” I admitted. “But it’s not going to.”
Paint walked faster. “Still scary. Look at that one! It’s so big!”
The alien whale or whatever that coasted past had bioluminescent swirls along its underside, and a cloud of the glowing water-pixies flitting along after it. Beautiful, and awe-inspiringly close.
“Ah, that’s so cool!” I said, turning in place as I walked to keep it in sight.
Paint just squeaked and scampered ahead, followed by Kavlae and Mur.
“C’mon, we’re leaving you behind,” Mur told me.
“I’m coming,” I said. There were glowing eels or something up ahead, and I jogged to get a look. The other three continued turning up their various noses the whole way down.
When we finally reached the other end, a family of humans were just entering the tunnel. Their awestruck expressions were vindicating.
“Ohhh, wow!”
“This is lovely!”
“Look at the size of that one! I can almost touch it!”
“Don’t smudge the glass, honey.”
“But it’s so cool!”
I joined my coworkers at the exit with no small amount of smugness. “See? They get it.”
Mur waved a tentacle. “That just shows that your entire species has poor taste in decor.”
Paint shuddered, stepping into the brighter light of the station. “I would feel much safer with solid ground on all sides instead of all that water.”
I laughed. “See, that would make me worry that it was about to fall down on me.”
“A proper burrow would never!”
Kavlae walked past us both. “You planet-born folk have the silliest ideas about these things. I’ll stick with my windows into space.”
The rest of us immediately jumped in to agree that the risk of a hatch blowout was scarier than any cave-in. But the view of stars and galaxies could be pretty dang beautiful, so it was worth it.
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Inspired by this art by @ellohcee.
These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!
#short one today so I skipped the readmore#just a bit of interaction about something beautiful#to human eyes at least#humans are weird#haso#hfy#eiad#humans are space orcs#my writing#The Token Human
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