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teymars · 9 months

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PEARLS OF STEEL ⊛

Pairing: adult!neteyam x fem!metkayina reader ⋆

MDNI - 18+ - SMUT UNDER THE CUT!

warnings- smut, minimal plot, dom!neteyam, fluff, neteyam w piercings, oral (m & f receiving), overstim, some praise, tongue piercing (midline), dick piercing (PA), fingering, degradation (minimal), choking, swearing, no use of y/n, aged-up!neteyam.

plot summary- Neteyam has been courting you as of the last few months, since his family arrived at Awa’atlu. From the beginning, you were aware of his tongue ‘piercing’ which he received shortly before meeting you. The metallic ball never really bothered you, he claimed his brother dared him to get it done- which he couldn’t back down to. Eventually when things get heated, you discover his tongue isn’t the only place decorated by pearls of steel. You also discover the many benefits of these accessories. //

notes: this is my first ever fic here so I am open to constructive criticism, I hope you enjoy!

Divider by: Benkeibear 🤍

There was an undeniable tension lingering in the air that separated you from him. Neteyam sat on the floor of your shared marui, tail twitching as he focused on adorning his usual jewelry silently. Your cerulean-gaze simmered into the deep-blue skin of his back, making him subconsciously shift in unease. “Do you really have to leave so early? I’m sure the-” “Sweetheart, you know I have tasks to get through! I’m sorry but I really gotta get going. We will see each other again at dinner, okay?” Neteyam interrupted in a soft tone.

You pouted at the man as he turned to face you. “Don’t look at me like that, baby.” He practically whispered before standing and coming to crouch in-front of you, a faux seriousness on display. Neteyam’s attempt at looking earnest caused you to break into a smile, which he soon matched. His mouth parted open slightly in a grin, giving you a glimpse of his shiny piercing. “please.” You whispered before leaning in, clasping his lips in a soft kiss.

Neteyam groaned quietly against your lips. Unable to resist the temptation of your advances, he pressed you slowly back onto the sleeping-mat. Soon your mouths parted in practiced unison, allowing your tongues to intertwine in a fight for dominance. The slightly cooler metal of his piercing rubbed smoothly against your tongue, feeling as though it came from every angle. Lust seeped from your core like the sweat between his heated body and yours. Neteyam pulled apart slightly, taking a moment to breathe. “We should-” “no, no please.. Teyam!” This time you were interrupting him, followed by an attempt at interlocking your swollen lips again.

Without a word, the man backed away from the encapsulating heat of your mouth. He began sucking wet kisses along your neck and collarbone, the steel pearl of his tongue grinding softly into your skin. Things typically never escalated this far between you two, although you definitely weren’t complaining. His open-mouthed kisses reached your chest and he paused all movement. “Is this okay, sweetheart?” He whispered in question while gripping a tassel on your woven top. You nodded frantically before arching your back so he could access the knot of your clothing. Within mere moments the top was tossed out of sight and mind, leaving you bare in-front of his increasingly lustful gaze. “So, so beautiful..” he cooed, causing your cheeks to heat up rapidly.

Neteyam began to suck and lick lightly over one of your tits, allowing his piercing to roll against your hard nipple. These actions had you gasping and arching deliciously beneath his towering form. In response to a particularly sensitive lick, you grasped his braids tightly between your fingers and yanked his head. Neteyam glared up at you. “You’re such a brat sometimes, you know? Always so fucking needy.” His smooth voice lowered as his hot breath fanned over your chest. A whine curled from your throat as he continued the same ministration on your tits. “ahhsh, cold!” You seethed, only to be ignored as his focus remained on your body. “You like this, don’t you?” Neteyam accentuated his assumption with continuous rolls of his pierced tongue against your skin, slowly trailing down your torso and past your navel. All you could do was nod frantically at him, trying to contain an itching moan.

“You’re so wet for me already, baby.” He observed as your pheromones penetrated his senses and your loincloth continued to soak up some of your arousal. “Fuck it.” Without further elaboration, he began to untie your loincloth. Only briefly did he gaze into your hazy blues in search of confirmation. Satisfied by your approving glance, your clothing was now completely discarded. Neteyam soon removed his own loincloth for fear his painful erection would ruin it anyways.

The warrior gazed at your slick coated cunt with complete admiration flooding his golden hues. “Shit, look at you all pretty and spread out for me.” He murmured. “Be a good girl, baby. let me take care of you, okay?” Another heat driven nod from you initiated his continuation, as he began to press warm kisses to your inner thighs. “Neteyam? Need- need you!” His ears perked at your sudden announcement, his cock throbbing with desire as he registered your words. “You’re such a whore for me, aren’t you?” He questioned rhetorically. “Be patient.” He cooed, now rubbing circles into your thighs as his chin lowered until his nose pressed into your mound. Neteyam’s tongue shot out briefly in a kitten-lick, testing the waters and gauging your reaction as the tip smoothed over your pulsing clit. You shuddered at the fleeting sensation before being thrown into an ocean of tingling feels. Neteyam proceeded to lick a wet stripe through your folds, up to your clit before sucking down on it lightly. “You taste soo good, holy shit.” He mumbled.

Within seconds your hand had clasped into his braids again, urging him to keep going. The man groaned against your pussy, sending vibrations through your system like a domino effect. It was then that you felt the cold sting of a familiar bead rolling across your aching clit. “Fuck!” You gritted out as jolts of pleasure shot like lightning through your body. This sensation was shortly followed by his long, thick fingers prodding against your entrance. “You’re gonna take my fingers so well, aren’t you?” Neteyam taunted as he pressed one finger into you firmly, quickly returning his mouth to your clit. He was obsessed with the way your body reacted to his mouth, particularly his piercing. He got to work thrusting his finger slowly into your heat, then adding another. He then curled them tightly into your sweet spot as his piercing inflicted buzz after buzz to your clit.

All these new feelings overwhelmed you quickly, a tight knot formed in your stomach that bubbled and fizzed with energy. “Wait! I think-” Before Neteyam could even process your words, the knot snapped and a shrill moan broke past your lips. Your release flooded around his fingers like a raging river as you clenched onto him hard and convulsions overtook your spent frame. “That’s it, slut. Cum all over my fucking fingers.” Neteyam growled while still proceeding with his thrusts into your drenched cunt. He wasn’t shocked in the slightest by your abrupt release, he only continued to push you past the brink of a second orgasm.

“Teyam, I can’t-”

“Oh, but you will.”

“Please! It’s too much..”

“Baby, you should have thought about that before you got all needy. Now you can fucking take what I give you.”

Neteyam’s fingers increased to a bruising pace inside of you, his mouth returning to lick through your folds. He thoroughly enjoyed the flavors of your release on his tongue, drinking it up like he would become severely dehydrated if he stopped. The painful twitching of his cock began to become a problem though as his desperation for release had risen drastically. Despite this, he continued pumping you with vigor until the familiar clenching around his fingers resurfaced. You moaned loudly as a second release shook through your core, falling off the cliff into overstimulation. He groaned happily against you, enjoying his meal. You lay there for a moment, catching your breath and recovering from the sensitivity enough so that you could focus on his next movements.

Slowly, the man removed his fingers from your abused hole and stood tall, gazing down at your fucked-out expression with eyes matching that of a starving Palulukan. He held your eye contact, soundlessly sucking his soaked fingers clean followed by flexing a smirk. Only then did you gain the confidence and strength to look away, partly in embarrassment, just for your stare to fall upon his dick. It stood tall and rigid, matching his skin colour apart from its dark purple tip. You were completely awestruck by his size and beauty. At first, not even noticing the very familiar steel-pearl adorned on his leaking tip. “You have one there too??” You whispered hoarsely, questioning the obvious, while also observing the way beads of precum shimmered on it- as he had never mentioned it before. “Yea I do, that was also part of the dare, I regret it though.” He spoke with a slight grit behind his words, clearly growing impatient despite basking in the light of your curious face gazing almost innocently at him. You cocked a hairless-brow at his words. “It was a stupid dare and I don’t want to be constantly reminded of my foolishness, the tongue piercing isn’t so bad but this one, I plan to get it removed.” He explained, cupping your cheek in his large hand. You simply nodded, trying to understand his issue despite your clouded mind.

His confession soon left an idea coursing through your foggy brain. Smirking, you reached forward and gripped what you could of his shaft between your curled fingers. Neteyam grunted in satisfaction at the new feeling, observing the way your small hand ran up and down his shaft painstakingly slow. His breath completely hitched as your thumb teasingly danced over his tip, pinching against the ball of his piercing in order to collect some of his pre. The man’s hips stuttered forward abruptly, chasing the overwhelming sensation as if he would die without it. “Shit! stop doing that, love.” He spoke slowly in a low tone, sounding more like a threat than a request. You rubbed your aching thighs together, attempting to diminish some nerves. This only made you whimper quietly as the overstimulation came back to the forefront, hitting you with the force of an Akula.

Deciding to ignore any further feelings of doubt and sensitivity, you took his cock and licked a long stripe underneath from base to tip. Neteyam let a moan slip past his lips at the sensation, his veins pulsing beneath your hot tongue. You then curled your wet muscle over his head, sucking at it and flicking the piercing lightly. The most guttural moan escaped his throat as his head lolled backwards in ecstasy, moments later his hand was wrapped tightly in your hair. He lost some control, snapping his hips fast towards your face. You gagged loudly as his cock rammed into the back of your throat harshly, causing tears to form in your murky eyes. “Fuck—shit! I’m sorry..” Neteyam whimpered out as his hips continued fucking into your constricting throat. “So good, sooo fucking tight! Haah!” The man babbled as his thrusts fell into a rhythm, causing you to choke loudly on his length. “I warned you- not to..” He paused. Feeling his piercing rolling into the back of your throat was driving him to the edge, fast. “Eywa, I’m close..”

You attempted to hollow out your cheeks only to be interrupted as he pulls out, giving you a chance to breathe again. Neteyam began fisting his cock eagerly in-front of your face, grunting loudly as he twitched with the need for release. “Where do you want it?” He asked abruptly, though it didn’t take long for you to decide. “I want to swallow it..” You said with mustered confidence, reopening your mouth as his hot release began shooting right onto your tongue. “fuck, fuck, fuuuck! cumming- I’m cumming!” He rambled as his orgasm continued to spill onto your face, into your mouth and drip down your chin. You swallowed eagerly and the sight only increased his satisfaction. After a while, the two of you finally pulled some air back into your lungs. He proceeded to wipe the excess cum from your soft face with a spare cloth.

“damn baby, that was fucking amazing-” Neteyam spoke softly while kneeling down in-front of you again, feeling completely relieved. He then took in your half lidded, completely exhausted face. “Shit babygirl, I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?” You shook your head, smiling at him before collapsing onto the sleeping-mat. He was content with your response. Wishing to thank you for it all, Neteyam was quick to lean down between your parted legs again. His only intention being to eat you out until he couldn’t feel his tongue anymore. You were far too tired to stop him, let alone mind it.

“Maybe you should keep the piercing after all, hmm?” You whispered, earning a cheeky smile from Neteyam. “Maybe, sweetheart.”

For anybody who wants to know how he got the piercings, ask Norm.

And that’s it, idk if I would ever do a pt.2 but I hope whoever reads this found it enjoyable :)

Edit: thank you so much for the likes, comments, follows and reblogs! I really appreciate it and I’m glad you guys enjoyed my fic, more coming soon! Please feel free to send me suggestions. I LOVE YOU ALL !!🥰💕🤍

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leeyammie · 30 days

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Beach Savior

Warning: Minors DNI / NSFW

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Pairing: Top!Sangyeon x Bottom!Male reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1,987 words

You've been counting down the days, marking off each one on your calendar with eager anticipation. And now, at long last, it's here. Summer has arrived in all its sun-soaked glory, beckoning you with promises of adventure and relaxation.

The air is thick with the scent of sunscreen and saltwater as you load up the car, the excitement building with every item you toss into the trunk. Towels, snacks, beach chairs – you've thought of everything. You can practically feel the warmth of the sun on your face already, hear the crash of the waves in the distance.

As you pull out of the driveway and hit the open road, the anticipation only grows. Windows down, music blaring, you can't help but grin as you imagine the feeling of cool water enveloping your body, washing away the stress of everyday life. This is what you've been waiting for, what you've been dreaming of during those long, dreary winter months.

Fortunately, the traffic gods seemed to be smiling down on you today, as the roads were surprisingly clear and you made excellent time getting to your destination. With a sense of relief, you parked the car and eagerly began unloading all the bags and goodies you had packed.

As you carried armfuls of towels, coolers, and beach chairs to your chosen spot on the sand, you couldn't help but chuckle at the sheer volume of stuff you had brought along. It was as if you were preparing for a small army instead of just yourself. But that was just your way – always going above and beyond, determined to ensure that every moment of your vacation was filled with fun and relaxation.

Setting up camp, you arranged your belongings just so, creating a cozy little oasis amid the vast expanse of beach. Cooler stocked with refreshing drinks, snacks spread out within easy reach, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over you. This was going to be a vacation to remember, and you were determined to make every moment count.

With a contented sigh, you settled into your beach chair, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin like a gentle caress. The golden rays danced across your body, beckoning you to soak them in and bask in their radiant glow. With a determined grin, you reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and letting it fall to the sand beside you.

As the shadow fell across you, breaking the warmth of the sun, you stirred from the edge of sleep, blinking away the drowsiness. With a slight frown, you opened your eyes to find yourself face to face with a towering figure, their features obscured by the glare of the sun.

"Sorry to bother you but I've realized that you've laid down for a while and it seemed that you didn't apply any sunscreen which may cause you some sun burns. Please do use this as for your safety."

As the stranger spoke, concern evident in their voice, you couldn't help but feel a pang of gratitude mixed with embarrassment. You had been so caught up in the bliss of the moment that you hadn't even thought to apply sunscreen, risking a nasty sunburn in the process. Taking the proffered sunscreen from the stranger, you nodded your thanks, feeling a flush of warmth spread across your cheeks.

As you stared up at the figure, the intensity of the sun slowly fading, you began to make out their features with clarity. Defined jawlines, a muscular physique that spoke of hours spent in the gym, and a presence that seemed to fill the space around them – he sure was giving you a special vibe unlike any other. With a sense of awe mingled with curiosity, you couldn't help but admire the god-like perfection of the person standing before you, their chiseled features and impeccable physique leaving you momentarily speechless.

It didn't take you long afterwards to realize the whistle tied around the other's neck "He must be a beach life guard", you thought to yourself. The issue was that you haven't even realized that you've kept staring at his chest while being taken away by your thoughts.

Feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment, you quickly averted your gaze, realizing that you had been caught staring at the lifeguard's impressive physique. Heat rose to your face as you mentally scolded yourself for being so obvious, but before you could muster up a coherent response, the lifeguard's easy grin only seemed to widen as he added with his soothing voice that led shivers down your spine.

"If you need anything I'll be sitting over there, don't hesitate to come to me!"

With that, he leaned down, his proximity sending your heart racing, and gently ruffled your hair with a playful gesture. Seizing the opportunity to know you more he asked about your name. You barely made yourself coherent with your answer before he straightened up and walked away, leaving you to grapple with the sudden surge of emotions coursing through you.

As you sat there, trying to steady your breathing and calm the frantic beating of your heart, you couldn't help but replay the encounter in your mind. The lifeguard's playful demeanor and easy charm had left you feeling simultaneously flustered and intrigued, his presence lingering in the air like a tantalizing promise of something more.

The initial rush of excitement as you plunged into the cool embrace of the waves quickly gave way to a sinking sense of panic as you realized just how far you had been swept from the safety of the shore. The once gentle tides now seemed to churn with an almost predatory intensity, dragging you further and further from the safety of solid ground with each passing moment.

Desperation clawed at your chest as you fought against the relentless pull of the ocean, struggling to make any headway towards the distant shoreline. With each step forward, you felt yourself dragged back by the unforgiving currents, the water closing in around you with suffocating pressure.

Panic set in as you gasped for air, the saltwater stinging your eyes and burning your lungs as you fought to stay afloat. Your body thrashed against the water, limbs flailing in a desperate bid for freedom, but it was no use – the tides were too strong, their relentless pull dragging you ever deeper into the abyss.

Just as darkness began to creep in at the edges of your vision, threatening to swallow you whole, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your body, pulling you close to a solid, reassuring presence. With one final burst of strength, you clung to consciousness, clinging to the lifeline that had been thrown your way before blacking out.

As you blinked away the remnants of sleep, the unfamiliar surroundings slowly came into focus, the soft hues of the sunset casting a warm glow over the room. The presence of another person beside you drew your attention, and you turned your head to find the lifeguard from earlier seated at your bedside, his expression etched with concern.

His words washed over you like a gentle tide, stirring the memories of your near-drowning and the frantic struggle to escape the grasp of the ocean's relentless currents. The realization of what had transpired flooded your mind, bringing with it a rush of gratitude towards the man who had saved you from a watery grave.

"I... I think I'm okay," you managed to croak out, your voice hoarse from the saltwater and the ordeal you had just endured. "Just a bit shaken up, I guess."

The lifeguard's eyes softened with relief as he reached out a hand to gently brush a strand of hair from your forehead. "You gave me quite a scare out there," he admitted, his voice tinged with an emotion you couldn't quite place. "But you're safe now. That's all that matters to me."

You looked at him with a warm smile, feeling touched by his concern. Your gaze then shifted towards the window of the cabinet gazing at the sunset. "I must have caused you trouble during your shift, thank you again for dragging me and saving me out..."

"Sangyeon"

He responded by settling beside you, his touch gentle as he traced patterns on your back. The air between you crackled with tension as your gazes locked, a silent understanding passing between you.

Then, Sangyeon leaned in, bridging the gap between you to press his lips against yours. The kiss was electrifying, a blend of longing and heat that seemed to consume both of you. Reluctant to break the connection, he guided you down onto the mattress, his movements deliberate and tender as he began to peel away your lower garment. As his hands traveled down your stomach, both of you could feel your bulge taking form.

He licked your tip before taking you all in, all while gently fingering your lower opening as a manner to prepare you. The rim of your whole kept on clenching on his fingers as if begging him not to leave you empty.

In the meantime, your body started to sweat from the overstimulation and your moans started to echo within every corner of the room.

"Sangyeon, t-this feels so g-good... Please go in d-deep-per..."

The older took it as a sign to penetrate deeper inside your walls to the point where his knuckles started popping in. Once he has lubed his finger enough with your internal fluids, he pulled them out taking a lick around them. "You have no idea how good you taste..." he said placing his fingers in front of your mouth to have a taste, which you did, never having thought that you'd ever taste your insides.

Sangyeon then spread out the remaining from his fingers in his shaft trying to lubricate it and prepare himself. He then lifted your legs over his sweaty golden broad shoulders. "Are you sure you want me to go in?" he asked with a reassuring tone before you finally give him the signal to do so.

He went inside of you inch by inch making sure no to cause much of discomfort to you. "Holy shit... Your hole is engulfing me so well... This is the tightest ass I've ever had". He then started going in and out a regular pace while you let out high pitched noises every time he hit that sweet spot of yours.

"OH YES JUST RIGHT THERE!! KEEP ON HITTING IT I BEG YOU"

He adjusted his position as he leaned down closer to you. "You should take responsibility for this invitation then". He held on tight to your legs which were further pushed up in the air before completely slamming himself within you with a groan. After that, you two became unstoppable sinful machines as your bodies sticked together through sweat and precum. You were barely able to catch your breath as Sangyeon pounded into you non-stop. His thrust became so violent that the mattrass started to squeak and you were forced to balance yourself using his oiled biceps.

"Sangyeon... I t-think I won't last long I-I'm about to cum please!!..."

"It's okay my boy, a few more thrusts and we'll both be free, just hang in there" he replied sealing your lips with his again in a heated kiss.

And he was right, it only took a couple more ins and outs before completely emptying his thick white fluid within you, filling you to the brim. "FUCK!! OH YEAH TAKE IT ALL IN BABY BOY DO NOT WASTE A SINGLE DROP". As for you, your dick started pulsating in sync with Sangyeon's and along with it, the shiny strings that have emerged from within.

You decided to spend the night over, Sangyeon still inside of you keeping your insides warm and fixed while wrapping his figure around yours before dozing off to sleep.

note: I apologize for any typos as I have written this after spending a whole all-nighter! Hope you enjoyed the read!

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shina913 · 10 months

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Nothing | KNJ

Pairing: KNJ x Fem!Reader

Rating: 🔞 M; NSFW

Genre: Established relationship; slice of life; smut; pwp with some fluff

Warnings: Cussing; fingering; oral (F-receiving); hot and sweaty unprotected sex in a committed, monogamous relationship; dirty talk; ass-slapping (his and hers); semi-rough sex; subtle switch behavior; creampie

Word count: 2.1K+ words

Summary: If there was anything that made you feel un-sexy, it was heat and humidity.

A/N: Nothing like horny word vomit to break my writing drought--thanks, Namjoon for hopping on Weverse live today leading me and @roaminginthenights to collectively lose our shit and spiral into some deep, clownery abyss 🤪

"I told you we should have bought that air conditioner when it was on sale!" You grumble in bed. Your portable tower fan was fighting for its life, failing to cool you both down.

You've both been tossing and turning in bed for over an hour. You’re in the midst of a heatwave this week, and although it usually cools down in the evenings, there was no reprieve tonight. To make matters worse, it was also humid.

"That air conditioner was still $300 even with the discount," Namjoon points out. "Besides, it's a rare hot day where we live. We just need to tough it out for two more days and then it will be cooler again. It would just take up unnecessary space! Plus, who knows how much that thing would add to our gas bill?”

Damn him and his logic. It was great most of the time, but for this particular hot evening, you hated it.

“They make one of those energy-saver models. We shouldn’t have to suffer like this,” you pout.

“Baby, we need to lower our carbon footprint. This excessive heat is an effect of climate change,” he opines, rolling over to wrap his arm around your waist. The warmth radiating from his skin makes you recoil.

"Ugh, you’re too hot." You swat his hand away, unable to tolerate his current body temperature. Snuggling up to him was great in the winter but during the summer? Not so much.

Feeling rejected, he gets up to head toward the bathroom. “That’s it! I’m taking a cold shower.”

“Again?” He’d already taken three today. “What happened to lowering our carbon footprint?”

“It’s just a quick one. Besides, do you have better ideas to cool off?”

You didn’t.

While Namjoon takes a shower, you suddenly notice your shirt and sleep shorts becoming stickier by the second. In a moment of desperation, you get up to open the windows wider, hoping to increase air circulation in the room. Afterward, you return to bed, strip down to your panties, and flop onto your stomach.

Namjoon shuffles out of the bathroom a few minutes later. Then, you feel the mattress dip and his hand landing on your ass cheek with a smack.

“Woah–what–”

Your head whips around to find a look of hunger in his eyes. “Were you trying to surprise me?”

“Chill,” you reply with a laugh. “It was just too hot. I had to get rid of some layers.”

“Mm-hm,” he hums skeptically. “You should sleep naked more often.” He continues to squeeze your flesh, his voice husky.

You snort. “Doubtful. You know how much I love my pajamas! Besides, sleeping naked is your thing.”

"I know, but this is an unexpected treat," he purrs. He starts kissing the small of your back and then moves up your spine. The feel of his lips on your skin instinctively turns you on, but if there was anything that made you feel un-sexy, it was heat and humidity.

Namjoon didn’t care. The way he touched and kissed your body, he only had one thing in his mind and he was determined to make it happen.

You sigh, turning to face him. “You know I don’t like having sex in this weather.”

He stares at you with deep, dark eyes, already blown out from arousal. “But you don’t even need to do anything. Just lay there and I’ll do all the work,” he offers. “Please?”

In this heat, excessive movement would only make you more hot and sweaty than you already were.

As for his generous offer to pleasure you without the expectation of reciprocation, how could you refuse? The idea of being a pillow princess for the night was enticing. You nod and acquiesce. “Fine. Continue.”

Grinning, he dips down to kiss you. You kiss him back, sliding your tongue along his, savoring him. He moves to place a trail of kisses down your neck and onto your chest, pausing to flick each hard nipple with his tongue.

You’re nearly lost in the moment when you feel him strip your panties off, his mouth watering to taste you. You put your hands over to block him, attempting to cover up.

“No, I’m all gross down there,” you protest.

Now it was his turn to swat your hands away. “I don’t care. I want you like this.”

He lowers his head before you can say another word. With one broad lick, your back arches off the mattress with a gasp. Weather aside, your body can’t help it. He knew how to make you feel good.

The moans and sounds of satisfaction he hums against your flesh make you writhe against his mouth uncontrollably. He flits his tongue over in slow, rhythmic motions. Once your breaths grow ragged, he rubs the pad of his thumb over your clit in rapid circles, making you cum with a harsh cry.

He kisses your inner thigh before rising to capture your lips. You could taste traces of your arousal on him, but he didn't stop there. His fingers delve right back into your cleft, stroking over your clit and skimming the opening. As you groan with your lips pressed to his, you greedily grind your hips in response.

“Want more?” He mumbles against your lips.

“Yes,” you breathe out.

Smirking, he fingers you leisurely, building your need. You shudder as he cups you in his hand, his middle and forefinger sliding lazily into you. His palm rubs against your clit, his fingertips stroking over sensitive tissues above.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he rasps.

Whatever he was doing felt inadequate to you now. You needed to feel all of him. “Joon, please,” you beg.

“Please, what?” He teases.

“I want you now.” You reach between you and palm him through his boxers.

“Do you? I thought you hated fucking in the heat.”

You let out a low growl. "I know what I said! I just...please." You curl your fingers around him, giving him a nice squeeze, hoping he'll submit. He bites down on his lower lip, stifling a moan.

In retaliation, he applies gentle pressure to the roof of your core, causing it to swell and inching you closer to the edge.

“Tell me what you want.”

It took you a moment to come back to your senses before uttering, “I want to ride you.”

His eyebrows lift in surprise. Yes, you didn’t want to be all sweaty but you were turned on to the point of no return.

“You sure? I don’t mind doing all the work.” He continues to tease that same bundle of flesh in you that he’s so intimately familiar with. You clench your insides in response, not wanting to cum just yet.

You slip your hand past his waistband, thumbing the precum beading on the tip. You needed him inside you, but you wanted to be in control.

“Mm, no. I want to be on top.” You tilt your head up and tug at his lip with your teeth.

He laughs low and huskily. “Whatever my lady wants...”

The moment he pulls away to sit up against the headboard, you spring up and pull his boxers off. You reach for his cock, gripping him firmly, pumping him from root to tip. He tilts his head, eyes rolling back in a groan.

You knew his body well, too; knew what he needed and desired. While you straddle him, he catches your hips and looks up at you.

“Ride me hard, yeah?”

The air in the room was thick and you’d be dripping in sweat by the time you were done with him. Still, your core clenches reflexively at the challenge.

He releases you, spreading his arms wide to grip the sides of the headboard. His biceps bulged with the pose. Seeing his bare chest glistening with sweat, his abdomen tightening in anticipation–it turned you on wildly.

You reach over to the side of his head for balance and wrap your free hand around his cock. A muscle in his neck twitches as you rub the tip against your folds, back and forth, coating him with your slick.

You let the first inch push in, letting it stretch you before slowly bearing down, drawing out a moan as you feel him so deep in you.

“Fuck,” he bit out, shuddering once you take him to the hilt.

You lift again, slowly, making you both feel every nuance of that mind-numbing friction. Then, you slam back down, the fullness, the connection, was too delicious to contain. He shifts restlessly, his hips moving in a tight circle, wanting to feel more of you.

“You feel so good,” you whisper, stroking his cock with your aching cunt. Sliding up and down his length.

“That’s the spot, baby. Make me cum,” he bit out, his knuckles white from his grip on the headboard. You wondered if he was just holding on or physically restraining himself from reaching for you.

Your hands snake up to your chest, cupping your tits and tugging on your nipples to egg him on.

“Gimme,” he demands softly, his mouth hanging open, beckoning you to lean closer. You oblige and watch as his cheeks hollow in suction. His teeth graze your nipple, making your insides clench more tightly around him.

You drop your hips again, putting the weight of your body behind it, surging through with a groan. You loved the feel of him. His breath puffs out of his lungs with every plunge. You were hot, he was sweltering. Together, you were both radiating heat like a furnace. Up…down…up…down. Your thighs, ass, stomach, and core tightening, burning with every lift, squeezing him from root to tip.

You fucked him with everything you had. His breaths hissing out through clenched teeth once your ass claps against his thighs.

Unable to hold back any longer, he releases his grip on the bed. He grabs you by the waist and restrains your movements, holding himself deep.

He squints his eyes at you. “My turn.”

“Yes,” you gasped, wound up tight with anticipation.

His cock pushes into you. You whimper, your entire body thrumming with excitement. He held your hands down, his thighs between yours, keeping you spread wide so he could sink deep. Over and over. His thrusts were unfaltering, determined.

His jaw clenches, brows furrowing as he inches closer to his climax.

“Harder, Namjoon,” you choke out.

You hold onto him for dear life while he pounds relentlessly into you. You hear his breath catch on every muffled groan while he fucks into you.

“Yes, yes, yes…” You sob helplessly with every slam of his hips.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m cum—ahh…” He presses his forehead against yours before finishing his sentence. A long, deep growl rumbles from him as his hips jerk, gasping your name.

His spurting triggers the hypersensitive nerves in you. Next thing you know, your body shivers from another intense orgasm. You let out a long, drawn-out sigh, feeling relief flow out of you.

You collapse in his arms, your flushed cheeks resting on his shoulder. You were both panting and covered in sweat.

He lifts you gingerly off him, setting you onto the mattress. You lift your head lazily and turn to him. You reach out blindly, suddenly feeling how damp the sheets were beneath you.

“Shit, did we sweat that much?” You sit up to inspect the damage.

“Yes. And you also squirted all over me,” he laughs.

Your hand flies up to your mouth in surprise. “Oh my god, I did? For real?”

He nods, still laughing. “Yeah. I felt it gush out of you.”

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. It was fucking hot,” he replies enthusiastically. He reaches for his boxers and moves toward you to clean you up.

You wave him off. “Nah, it’s useless. I’m going to hop in the shower.”

You roll out of bed and walk to to the bathroom in shaky legs. When you stop to grab a towel from the linen closet, you notice him following behind you.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I thought the shower was an invitation,” he smiles michievously.

“Don’t,” you warn, giving him a stern look. Eventually, a laugh slips out.

“I can keep my hands to myself.” He says innocently. “Besides, we’re in a drought. We need to conserve water.”

You roll your eyes at this practicality and shake your head. “You and your water and energy conservation.”

“Hey, if it wasn’t for me not buying that air conditioner, we wouldn’t have had mind-blowing sex tonight…and you wouldn’t have squirted like that,” he chuckles.

Touché.

But instead of giving him the satisfaction, you glower playfully at him and smack him on his bare ass, making him howl in laughter.

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obsessive-valentine · 3 months

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Dark-Yandere!Farmer x GN!Reader

Wishing it was summer so bad so have this.

Being used to your captor being crude and rough towards you to keep you in line and obedient, today came as a shock when he seems to be empathetic and soften for you when you get sick during a heatwave. TW- kidnapped reader, non-con touching and hint of farmers past anger issues traumatising reader making them paranoid.

Its stifling hot, all the windows and doors are open for circulation and lace curtains drawn to try keep the house cool, but it does little. He had left the house earlier than usual to start his morning chores before the heat got unbearable, he had kissed your head and left hours before sunrise. You hadn’t seen him since. You probably could walk a few steps outside and see him in the distance somewhere but you barely had the energy to drag yourself from the bed to the sofa- infront of the fan.

You wished you hadn’t wasted energy on finding a cooler spot because the fan was only pushing around the hot air. With a exasperated sight you excepted your fate, waiting to succumb to heat stroke and begin vomiting. Laying flat on your stomach with only a vest top and underwear on, thinking about how good a glass of water would be right about now.

Until the dreaded sound of heavy boots stomp onto the deck, and into the house. “Fuckin’ hell” he huffed wiping sweat from his face with the shirt he instead slung over his shoulder when the sun had risen. You almost jumped a mile when the next time you opened your eyes from a slow blink he was standing right infront of you.

You braced yourself for whatever might come, used to being exposed to emotional whiplash. You could never read his face until it was to late, you tried to calm yourself from overacting by reasoning that you haven’t done anything wrong recently.

He leaned down without a word, the back of his dirty calloused hand pressed against your cheek and then the other one “you’ve been drinking water?” He questions suspiciously straightening up and towering over your form. You stayed laying down wishing to sink into the sofa, how do you tell him you couldn’t be bothered? You mumble a pathetic ‘no’ staring lifelessly at his dusty beaten up boots.

Expecting a scolding or to be told to ‘toughen up’, you flinched when instead you were met with his rough hand rubbing your back out of pity “hang tight for a moment”. It could have been just a minute or hour from when he left the room and returned with a glass of ice and water, you were to disorientated to get a grasp of the time or if you’d blinked or napped.

Slowly he pulled you up into a sitting position by your wrist, you groaned as a pulsating ache in your skull began “I know, hurts hu?” He steadies you with a firm hand in your shoulder before giving you the glass of water and made sure you drink it all. You feel the cold salvation trickle down your throat leaving your mouth cold for a moment, savouring the way the ice kissed your lips.

“Stupid of me, shoulda checked up on you. Think it’s heatstroke” he takes the cup off you once it’s all gone and places it on the table before bending down to pick you up “Can’t I trust you to look after yourself for just a few hours? This is why you need me sweetheart” he rather softly lectures you as he carries you down the hall, to the bathroom, turning on the cold tap to the bath.

He helped you out of what’s left of your clothes and steadied you as you stepped into the slow rising water. You felt to nauseous and uncomfortable to mind being naked or the fact he was also stripping down and slipping in the small bath behind you.

To tired to fight when he pulled you to rest your head back onto his shoulder or when his hands wandered when washing you with a cold cloth. You just closed your eyes and welcomed the cold goosebumps that spread up your legs and arms. You both stayed there for maybe half an hour, laying back in the cold with his hands mindlessly gliding up and down your body.

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“Come on, I got work to finish” he huffed out pulling away his hands, watching you stir awake from you half conscious sate before getting out and wrapping a towel around himself. You grabbed ahold of his hands as he helped you out and handed you a towel. He wordlessly left but returned with one of his shirts walking past you to wet it under the cold tap “put this on, it will keep away heat rash and cool you down” his eyes wandered as you pulled it over yourself but you were none the wiser, struggling to pull the wet shirt over you as it clung to your skin.

Pulling on his clothes and boots he then lead you outside onto the shady front porch, sitting you on the old rocking chair with a book and glass of water. “Holler if you need anything, sweetheart” you felt a lot better but still exhausted, and for a moment relaxed and unafraid of the unusually caring man. That is until he turned around for a breif moment as he walked away “don’t you go wandering”

He was half smiling and it sounded light hearted but you knew it was anything but. It was a clear threat. A wave of sickness reintroduced it’s self, but now for a different reason.

You didn’t read the book but rather watch him work in a nearby field with sleepy eyes. How he would lovingly interact with the animals, how scarily strong he was lifting and dragging feed and muck around, how he’d carefully and proudly inspect his vegetables when watering them.

One of the livestock-guard-dogs came up onto the deck to keep you company, laying at your feet, and the cool breeze against the wet shirt sent waves of relief over you body.

...

At some point you had fallen asleep and when you woke up it was late afternoon and your shirt was dry, the chair rocked forward a bit then arms snaked around your waist and under you butt. You almost flew into fight or flight mode until you remembered where you are and who with, even though yet another headache you knew it was useless.

To your surprise he scooped you up and sat back down In the chair with you in his lap “welcome back to the land of the living” he joked, he didn’t even have to look at you to know he’d woken you up, to busy digging around in his pocket for a cigarette. You didn’t answer still getting to grips of what time it is after being rudely pulled from a heat coma.

“How you feeling? Want me to wet the shirt again?” He lit the cigarette before pressing the back of his hand to your cheek seemingly satisfied with how much your temperature has come down “no thank you” you glanced at him but adverting you eyes quickly remembering how unusually soft he treated you this morning when you were dazed and confused. Wondering when he’d become crude and rough again.

He hummed in a response resting against the back of the chair dragging you down with him, he takes a long drag of the cigarette “How about we watch a movie tonight? Got some old DVDs in the attic” he offers looking out contently at his farm and his free hand runs through your hair. “I’d like that” you said sounding more like a question, unsure if there was a catch but there was nothing.

Just a short nod and some peaceful quiet with the chirps of birds and one of the horses whinny’ing in the nearby field. There was no lingering dread or fear, just peace. And maybe if you closed your eyes and imagined hard enough you could trick yourself into thinking you are on a summer country vacation with the man you dreamed of as a teenager.

For the first time since you got kidnapped, you aren’t plotting an escape, trying to stay quiet and unseen, or fearful of facing the mans wrath or worried about spending the night in the shed. Your heads empty and feel rested.

...

Tomorrow you’d lash out again, remembering today and how you seem to be slowly accepting your situation -accepting your kidnapper. With a clear-head in the morning you will grow afraid of the reality that your stuck here for life. But as for today, you have a moment of peace - free from worry and perhaps a bit of contentment even if just for the night. As he finally has the chance to lovingly hold you close -watching the movie he let you pick.

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inverterairconditioner · 3 months

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aheathen-conceivably · 6 months

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The train doors opened to a shabby rail station surrounded by towering orange monoliths. A foreign warmth pervaded the air; cooler than that of New Orleans, but free of the heavy weight of humidity that the Duplanchiers had known all their lives.

In the distance was a small town center, gradually built up over time from its origins as an outpost in the days of the Wild West. Now both a railway and a newly built highway ran near its perimeter, separating its rows of brick facades from the surrounding desert. Although still rarely used, the newly coined Route 66 had already begun to draw newcomers to the town, including the man they had traveled thousands of miles to meet.

None of them had to search very far to find him. The town’s small train station was practically empty, and the patterned fabric of his new suit stood out even amongst the few people who were there. It had been two years since any of them had seen Giorgio Mistretta, but no one had waited longer for that moment than Josephine.

As soon as she caught sight of him, Jo ran toward him, ignoring the stares of townspeople as she jumped into his arms and let her worries from the last month melt away into the empty desert sky. He lifted her from the ground, spinning her around as though the rest of the world ceased to exist and they had never been happier.

After a moment, Gio caught sight of Antoine and Zelda. He left his arm around Jo but set her down gently onto the ground, the quiet click of her heels on the splintered floorboards barely bringing her back to reality. As she stared up at him, he turned his attention to the other new arrivals.

His hair had grown longer and his cheeks tanned by the sun, but the smile on his face was as warm as it had always been, “Well look at you two! Now I understand why you wrote to tell me to come dressed in my finest. I suppose y’all want to know the fastest way to the courthouse, don’t y’all?”

Giorgio led them through the old station, where their extravagant dress drew more than a few stares, to the exit that faced the town center. At the very pinnacle of it stood Strangerville’s original courthouse. Built on the promise of gold and free land, it stood tall and proud amidst shuttered buildings and dilapidated shotgun houses that had been weathered by the years.

In that moment, it was perhaps the most beautiful thing Antoine or Zelda had ever seen. They slowed their steps, as though the weight of their path there had suddenly become apparent to them both. Violette turned around impatiently, the promise of her very own parent’s wedding more exciting than she could possibly bear.

With a final glance toward each other, Zelda and Antoine shed their last vestiges of reserve and ran across the street like children. Josephine and Giorgio walked behind with Violette, trying their best to keep up but making no effort to slow their steps; they knew that they had waited almost a decade for this very moment, and any minute longer would be too much.

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A Ray of Sunshine

on the 'third' day of Kinkmas, I give you more Ominis! Prompt is Actirasty word count - 1k

Enjoy! and a friendly reminder MDNI, please only read if 18+ as always.

You could always find Ominis taking a nap somewhere around the castle during his free periods, he was normally nestled in the sunbeams that trickled through the windows. It was warm, comforting and he would never admit it, but he imagined this is what it would feel like to receive a hug from a mother that loved you. On this particular day, Ominis had chosen to take his afternoon nap in the Defence against the Dark Arts tower, under the giant window that was tucked behind the staircase that led to the classrooms on the ground floor. The beams of light warmed his almost translucent skin, his black robes felt as if they had been roasting by a fire. The feeling pulled him into a welcomed slumber; curled up on the marble floor, his head resting on his hands, legs tucked under his robe like a blanket. It was quieter than normal this afternoon, most students were either in class still, or outside enjoying the warmer weather. A soft hand ruffled his hair, cooler fingers danced across his cheek, and a small giggle filled his ears. "Enjoying your cat nap, Ominis?" Her voice filled his soul with a tenderness only she could produce, she was the kindest person he had the pleasure of meeting. "I was, till I was rudely interrupted." A small smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. Her hand still patting his head, her fingers running through his hair. If Ominis was indeed a cat, he would be purring his little heart out. But, for now a soft hum would suffice. His slumber being disrupted, Ominis slowly pulled himself up against the wall, drawing his robes over himself. Harsh curses filling his mind, why did his trousers have to be a little tighter now of all times. She settles in next to Ominis, shoulder pressed into his. He hoped he didn’t look obvious with his robes pulled over him. He felt her slump down next to him, leaning into him as she normally would. “Wha-“ Ominis jumped at the sudden hand that slipped under his robe. “Shh…” The hot air against his ear made his cheeks flush. Her fingers pulled at his belt; he could feel it loosen. This was madness, they were out in the open. A gentle wet feeling crossed his cheek, had she just kissed him. Ominis turned to hopefully face her, her lips pressed against his, capturing him entirely in her embrace. She tasted of pumpkin juice, He had never taken a liking to pumpkin juice before but after this, his tune may change. He felt he whisper against his lips “Let me help.” Her soft hand trailed below his belt, head resting on his shoulder, nestled into the crook of his neck. The faintest smell of vanilla wafted across him, the feeling of her fingers brushing over his arousal, the sunlight warm on his skin, it all made his head spin. “What if someone sees us.” Ominis couldn’t hear anyone around, but that didn’t stop his mind from racing.

“No one is around.” A small chuckle emanated from her. “Plus, your robes are covering us.” Her fingers slipped around his length under his trousers, palm pressing into the stiffness and gripping it tightly. Ominis felt himself holding his breath as to not make any noise. The touch of skin on skin felt like his whole body had been electrified, her hair tickled against his neck. “Are you always this hard after taking a nap in the sun?” She sounded pleased, humming at the feeling of her hand wrapped around his cock. Ominis couldn’t muster a response, dare he lose focus of not alerting anyone of this situation. His thigh muscles tightened at the pressure that was building, her soft enticing moans in his ear sending small shivers down his spine. The feelings meeting in the middle, almost making him erupt fully at her touch. Had she not mentioned the sun, he might have. Ominis was unable to not feel the beams of light on his cheek and neck, burning at his skin. It had never felt like this before, like the light was nipping at his skin, gently caressing the space between his birth marks. Ominis let his head fall back against the window, finding it harder to control his own noises.

Her lips pressed against his neck, skin sucked between her teeth, a whimper befell Ominis’ throat. Her hand pulled at him faster, gripping a little tighter, his impending release rushed over him. His hands grabbing at his own thighs, fingers pulling at the thicker cotton material of his trousers. “Fuu-“ A needy, harsh moan escaped through his lips as her teeth sank into his flesh. The feeling of his own uncomfortable wetness settled into the fabric of his trousers, his breath ragged and rushed. Her hand withdrew, the sound of sucking was next to his ear, the smell of his own arousal was prominent. “Well, don’t you taste delicious.” He could hear the smile on her face. Ominis’ head fell slightly against his chest, the combined feeling of his own blush and the sun across his face was beginning to make him dizzy. “Why did you do that?” “Isn’t it obvious?” A playful tone filled her voice. Ominis shook his head, unable to bring any thoughts up from this bliss. He felt her shuffle against him, the feeling of her pressed into him had disappeared. Her voice coming from above him now. “If you come to my dorm after curfew, I’ll show you how obvious it is.” He listened to her footsteps fade on the marble floor, head pressed back against the window. Eyes closed, tilting his face so the sunlight filled it completely. Ominis sat there for a while, this may be the last time he could ever nap amongst the beams of light without the tightness in his pants greeting him when he woke. It no longer reminded him of a mother’s tender hug, but of the girl he longed for and the tightness of her fingers around him.

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I’d kill for maybe a blurb about Steve and Hawkins getting ready to head back to camp for the summer, for the first time as a couple - maybe packing up, the road trip, anything like that!

“Did you pack the bug spray?”

Steve stared at you from across the hood of his car, his expression innocent. “I thought you packed it?”

You sighed, expression crestfallen. “Steve! I asked you, like, eight times yesterday. You said you’d pick it up from the store after work—”

Steve was watching you, head tilted to the side, grinning.

Your eyes narrowed but your lips twitched. “I hate you,” you deadpanned and tried your best to mean it.

“No you don’t,” Steve laughed but you drowned the sound out as you dropped yourself into the passenger seat of Steve’s BMW.

The trunk and the backseat was filled with a mix of both your bags, oversized duffles and hiking rucksacks, your pillow stacked on top of Steve’s, a cooler stuff in the footwell that was crammed with beer and cheap wine, something Steve and Jonathan would have to smuggle into a cabin when it got dark.

Steve slipped in beside you, hands on the wheel and he was still grinning, looking smug. He set you with those eyes, soft and honey coloured in the morning sun. “C’mon now,” he tsked. “This isn’t my first rodeo.”

It wasn’t, or yours for that matter, both of you returning for your fifth summer at camp. But you rolled your eyes anyway. “Yeah, but you never listen to me.”

A lie.

Steve huffed out a laugh, a wide, warm hand on your bare thigh ‘cause the June heat was already intense and shorts at seven am was the only way to work through it. Steve felt hotter than the air outside, but maybe that’s just because his fingers were working upupup—

“I always listen to you,” Steve commented back, his choice growing softer the longer he touched you. You tipped your head back onto the seat to look at him, cheek pressed to the leather, trying not to smile. “You’re just grumpy ‘cause it’s early.”

You wrinkled your nose at him, laughing when he leaned in and kissed it.

“Yeah, it’s fucking early,” you grumbled. “Remind me why we’re leaving now?”

Steve slid on his sunglasses before he pulled the car out of park, one hand on the back of your headrest as he reversed down the drive. “Because,” he explained, “if we get there before Eddie or Robin, we can christen a cabin.”

You laughed, taking in his profile as he drove you both out of town, past the wheat fields and the water tower, the hazy blue skies and sun making him golden.

“You act as if we’ve never done that before.”

Steve shrugged, “it’s a new summer. The numbers roll back to zero, babe.”

“I thought we were behaving this year,” you grinned when Steve took his eyes off the road for just a second, turning to you with an aghast expression.

“Are we fuck behaving,” Steve intoned. His hand found your thigh again, fingers curling around the soft skin there. “C’mon, what’s one more bro—”

“Don’t say kayak, Steve.”

“—ken kayak.” He grinned.

“You’re terrible,” you told him but you were grinning too, cheeks sore with it ‘cause he was so pretty, hair still wild from bed, cheeks flushed from the summer.

The boy shrugged, bashful, like you’d given him a compliment. But you placed your hand on top of his, the one that was still on your leg and you dragged it higher, a slow climb along your thigh until his fingers could disappear under the denim on your shorts. You watched him swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he stared at the road ahead and the car started to slow.

You leaned in, the parking brake pressed against your tummy as you resisted the urge to all but clamber over the console and onto Steve’s lap. “Or,” you started, voice soft and a little deeper than usual. The boy sucked in a breath, ‘cause he knew that tone so well. “We could pull over somewhere quiet.”

You kissed his cheek, grinning at the way his hands tightened on the wheel, knuckles white. Another kiss, below his ear, the edges of your teeth grazing his lobe. He shivered.

“I’d let you sit me on the hood, seeing as the backseat is full. Maybe you could be real nice and bend me over it— Steve!”

The car was jerked to the side of the road, a cloud of orange dust kicked up behind it. The fields were quiet, the main Highway empty and Steve looked desperate as the car rumbled and protested its way down a small dirt track, a forgotten farm road that ended in a thatch of trees.

The boy killed the engine and jumped out, grinning at you as he tapped the hood, waiting.

“We’re barely out of Hawkins!” You called out to him from his open door, incredulous, but Steve looked like Christmas had come in summer and you laughed, a sharp, happy sound. “Jesus Christ, babe.”

Steve rocked on the balls of his feet, impatient. “Don’t do all that,” Steve flung a hand out to gesture to where he’d been sitting, where you were still leaning. “And expect me not to want it fucking immediately.”

You stared at him through the windshield, shaking your head with a smile. “You’re such a boy.” But you took your seatbelt off.

“I’m a man of needs, princess,” he told you, giddy looking as you got out of the car. Long grass brushed your shins and the sun was hot on your shoulders, insects buzzing in the otherwise quiet morning. “And my girl is too fucking hot to be real, so…”

Steve tapped the hood again, brows raised. This wasn’t an argument you were planning on winning.

You gave in.

Twice.

…

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