#smut with some plot....

[mrdixon]

Shut it

pairing: established daryl dixon x f!reader

wc: 5.9k

summary: pretty much trying to make Daryl jealous GONE WRONG !!!!

warnings: 18+ content, swearing duh, hair pulling, fingering, rough sex, p-in-v, unprotected sex, squirting, little bit degrading, some spanking,,,,

A/N: GOD this took way longer than it shouldve but writers block makes me want to shove my fingers in my eyes. anyway i hope this was worth the wait because i do not enjoy this as much as i should. BEWARE not fully proofread so i may come back to edit things im just so fucking tired and wanna get this out asap. also i personally dont believe that daryl would be the type to be this rough during sex but a guy can dream…

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Daryl was never the jealous type, he trusted you and your decisions so there was no point in getting jealous. He had you, you both knew it. So when a certain man in Alexandria started pursuing you, he didn't pay much attention.

It sort of bothered you, feeling kind of guilty that you wanted your boyfriend to be jealous. You guessed it was just cause you wanted him to be possessive, but he wasn't like that. He cherished you, held you carefully. Sure he liked people knowing he was your boyfriend, but he wouldn't go as far as to mark you up or do something rash in public. That didn't mean he didn't care about you, hell he loved taking care of you and loving you. He just preferred to keep your intimate life private.

You were outside in the front yard tending to some flowers when the guy pursuing you, William, walked up.

“Hey, (Y/N).” He grinned down at you, making you have to look up at him. Squinting from the sun in your eyes, smiling.

“Oh hey, what brings you here?” You replying in a friendly tone, wiping the dirt off your knees before standing up and taking your gloves off. You could feel William’s eyes trail down your body and you mentally eye rolled.

“Just… y’know. Hanging around, taking a walk… Whatcha’ up to?” He murmured, clearly distracted.

You laughed sarcastically, “just fixin’ up these flowers. Couple of kids ran over them yesterday.” William nodded absentmindedly, staring at everything but your eyes.

“Uhuh… poor dog…” He mumbled, clearly not paying attention to anything you just said and it took everything in you to not just flip and slap him across his stupid face.

The front door opened, Daryl walking out with his crossbow on his back, covering those angel wings on the fabric of his vest. You looked up at the sky as if thanking some kind of god for sending Daryl to save you. Though to your misfortune, he wasn’t staying for long.

“Jus’ goin’ out huntin’,” he murmured gruffly and kissed your cheek briefly, nodding towards William before walking down the street towards the gates. Your eyes trailed after him sadly while your shoulders slumped, nibbling your lip to stop yourself from calling him back.

“Uh (Y/N)? I was wondering if you wanted to accompany me to pick some berries later, I could even make you a pie with them if you’d like…” William broke through your thoughts and you thought for a bit. One half of you was telling you to say no, but the other half sort of wanted to make Daryl jealous. Or at least try. Ultimately you decided on the second option, this could be fun…. right?

“Sure, later then?” You smiled at William, watching as he looked down towards your chest again, a slight scowl appearing on your face.

“Mhm… I’ll pick you up later then,” he mumbled. You immediately broke out into a smile once he looked up at you again, you just nodded before turning towards your home. Your smile dropping once you entered the house.

The hard part was getting through the afternoon with William, the aftermath with Daryl would surely be the best part.

You sat in the kitchen, doodling in your notebook as you waited for William to come pick you up. Around this time Daryl came home, removing his muddy boots knowing how much you hated when he made a mess in the house before walking into the kitchen to find you with your back to him. You could feel his gaze trail down your body, keeping still particularly around your legs, which were shown off by the shorts you were wearing. Unlike William, you quite liked when Daryl stared at you like this.

You giggled once he came up behind you and wrapped you up in his big, strong arms. Planting soft kisses along your neck and exposed shoulders. “Mmmh… ma girl dress up fer me?” He grumbled, turning your chair around to get a closer look at you. You felt a sense of pride as he bit his lip, admiring your legs, more specifically your thighs which he squeezed affectionately. You weren’t wearing anything extremely extraordinary per se, but it was new to him. You usually covered yourself up for no particular reason, maybe it was your subconscious teasing Daryl since you knew how much he loved seeing you, every part of you. You were just simply wearing a lower cut tank top along with some jean shorts you pulled up in the back of the closet.

He grunted, moving his lips underneath your jaw and planting teasing kisses there, causing you to giggle, “I didn’t dress up for you… I’m going out.” You smiled, rubbing the stubble at his jaw with your thumb.

He jerked his head back slightly, furrowing his brows. “Goin’ out without me?” He snorted jokingly, running his fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp which elicited a soft moan from you. “Sounds like you wanna stay home wit’ me…” He huffed, kissing your neck again more forcefully. His hands squeezing at your sides as if trying to convince you to stay home.

You groaned, pushing him back, his hands sliding down to your hips. As much as you’d like to stay home and continue this with him… You were on a mission. And it was to make this man in front of you get jealous. It was like your one fantasy about him, treating you like you were nothing but his. Using you to satisfy his needs, fucking you roughly…

“Sorry baby, I promised to help…” He narrowed his eyes at the nickname but shrugged it off, instead frowning. Rubbing circles into your hips.

“Who ya goin’ with?” He mumbled, burying his face into your neck. Gently pecking any skin he could get his lips on. Your shoulders shook softly as you chuckled, your fingers in his hair.

“William, he asked to help pick berries so he can bake us a pie.” You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant about it.

“Err William, the guy you were talkin’ to earlier? The guy who has a painfully obvious crush on ya?” He furrowed his brows questioningly, was it finally working?

You rolled your eyes, “well yeah. That doesn’t mean I can’t be friends with him though, right?” He narrowed his eyes, moving his hands down to your thighs and shrugging.

“Guess so, wha’s the harm in that?” He murmured, rubbing his thumb against the flesh of your thigh. A spark of warmth pooling into your stomach at the gesture, “jus’ be careful. I trust ya, I don’ trust him though. I see the way he looks at ya.”

You sighed, slightly disappointed you couldn’t wring out a bigger reaction from him. Nodding in understanding you responded, “yeah I know. But don’t worry he’s a good guy, I can see it.” You lied smiling, hoping he wouldn’t see through you. He squinted at your defending of William, but again he shrugged it off.

“Well alrigh’, have fun then.” He kissed your cheek, removing his hands from your thighs. The warm feeling leaving you with his hands. You stood up, closing your notebook and wrapping your arms around his neck. Kissing him tenderly, his arms wrapping around your waist as he kissed you back happily. His arms held you in place as his kisses moved down to your chin and onto your neck, softly suckling at the skin causing you to giggle and squeeze him back.

The knock at the door catches you both off guard, Daryl letting you go reluctantly after kissing your lips briefly. You sighed not wanting to leave him but you knew you had to if you wanted to see a jealous counterpart to your boyfriend. As you walked towards the door he gave you a small pat on your ass, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

You grinned at him before opening the door, William’s eyes immediately blazing down your figure. You could hear Daryl snort behind you causing a smirk tug at the corners of your lips. Deciding to tease Daryl a bit you chuckled at William, “like what you see?”

William was caught off guard by your comment, obviously never hearing you give in to his advances, “oh yeah very much…” You smirked, nudging William playfully.

Daryl stood still behind you, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed. “Yeah you bring ‘er back before 7 pm. An’ don’ try anything’,” he said jokingly, but there was a hint of seriousness in his tone.

William straightened up, he was well aware of your relationship with Daryl but it never stopped him. “Of course… I’ll make sure she’s well… taken care off.” He hovered his hand onto the small of your back, you took the opportunity and placed his hand firmly on the area. Smirking at Daryl.

“I’ll see you later then…” You grinned, placing an arm around William’s shoulder. You cringed in your head, doing all this with William was probably fueling his desire for you. The thought sickening. But by the look on Daryl’s face, it was working. His eyes narrowed, nodding slowly while he nibbled the inside of his lip. He waved to you, keeping an eye on William’s hand on the small of your back while he shut the door to your house.

You sighed deeply now that you were alone with William, slowly moving out of his grasp discreetly. The man grinned at you which you returned with an awkward smile. Now for the hard part, actually hanging out with this guy.

After an agonizing 3 hours of picking berries while flirting with this guy he finally brought you home, after 7 pm, just so Daryl can get a bit more angry about that. You knocked on the door, hearing heavy footsteps come closer before Daryl opens the door.

“Hey… it’s like 8pm,” he murmured, kissing your cheek. You smiled, turning to William.

“Oh well I just had soooo much fun with William, he is such a great guy!” You exclaimed over enthusiastically which Daryl found odd but he shrugged it off, eyeing the man behind you. Who was licking his lips while looking down your back.

“Is that so…” Daryl mumbled skeptical of you two. The other day you were just complaining about how creepy this dude was, and now you’re talking him up like he’s the best person in this fucked up world?

Your eyes twinkled once you realized your teasing was getting to him, deciding to push it and hug William, reluctantly giving him a kiss on the cheek. He of course, hugged you back happily, his hand trailing lower down your back….

You gasped as Daryl grabbed you before William could touch you further. “Okay tha’s enough, goodbye William.” He grunted and slammed the door in his face.

You bit your lip in anticipation, looking up at Daryl who was fuming. “Hun…?”

“What the hell was that about?” He grumbled, pulling away from you. You tilted your head innocently, walking up to him.

“What do you mean?” You asked gently, running a hand down his chest. Which he grabbed forcefully, throwing it back.

“You think tha’s funny?” He growled lowly, his eyes glaring at you enraged. You chuckled, not taking this seriously because it was what you wanted. Stepping towards him with a seductive look on your face.

“Aww is my Daryl jealous?” You hummed playfully. He stared at you in disbelief, running his hand through his hair, a loud grunt escaping him as he paced the room. Your face dropped immediately, definitely not the reaction you expected.

“Tha’s what that was about? You tryna get me jealous? Yer fuckin’ kiddin’ me girl,” he spat agitated. You just stood there looking down at your fingers, not expecting this to backfire so badly. “Shoulda jus’ fucked him at that point. The asshole was practically fucking ya with his eyes.” He growled lowly, pacing around you.

“I didn’t mean to—” You started softly.

“Didn’t what?!” He yelled causing you to flinch, he rarely raised his voice at you. Just by this action alone you knew he really was angry, not just frustrated, pissed. Off.

“I just wanted to… get you angry,” you mumbled, refusing to look him in the eye.

“Well ya did, happy?” He grunted, standing in front of you with his hands on his hips. A stern look on his face, “I didn’ even care if ya wanted to hang out with the guy. But goin’ as far as to kiss and touch up on ‘im. Not fuckin’ funny. Especially when ya’ve been complainin’ about him all week, wha’s wrong with you?”

“I didn’t… actually kiss him y’know…” you argued softly, looking down ashamed of yourself.

“Not the point. It’s the fact that you, flirted, acted invitingly, and even kissed a guy on the cheek who’s been tryna get wit’ ya, invitin’ him fer more. Hence the way he almost grabbed your ass. You led him on, purposefully to get a rise outta me.” He said through gritted teeth, his gaze piercing.

You sighed, realizing how out of line you’ve been acting. Your own lustful desires leading you to act out stupidly. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean for this to go this far.” You whispered, looking down embarrassed.

He took your chin, tilting your head up to look him in the eyes. Fury flashing through his blue eyes, his breathing heavy. “I bet,” he grumbled, harshly letting you go before walking upstairs to your shared bedroom. You stood downstairs, beating yourself up mentally for acting like an idiot. The door to your bedroom slamming shut as Daryl locked himself up upstairs.

You groaned, digging your palms into your eyes frustratingly. Not liking the outcome of this at all, instead you were left needy, ashamed, and with your boyfriend angry at you.

A few days passed and Daryl was still rightfully so angry at you, ignoring you and giving you the cold shoulder. Still, you couldn’t help but feel annoyed. Was he really that angry?

You found your boyfriend outside on the front porch sharpening his knife, his muscles flexing slightly by the force he used. The longer he stayed angry at you the more desperate you got. You were practically aching for his touch, to feel him against you.

“Dar?” You said quietly, stepping out onto the porch. He didn’t turn his head but you could see his eyes shift up towards you, grumbling something you couldn’t quite make out before returning his gaze on his knife. You frowned once you realized he was ignoring you again, moving to sit down next to him, to which he immediately stood up and holstered his knife. “Can you just talk to me?” You sighed exasperated.

“Dun’ wan’ ‘ta talk.” He mumbled, stepping into the house. You followed him in, slamming the door behind you. Daryl spun around, glaring at you. “The fuck do you wan’?”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Can we just talk and be fucking mature about this?”

“Yer one ‘ta talk,” he grumbled under his breath to which you rolled your eyes at.

“I said I was sorry, I really am Daryl! But you’re being so unfair, you won’t even kiss me.” You threw your arms up before running your hands through your hair, all he did was roll his eyes and shake his head.

“Whatever, you pull tha’ shit on me then you get what you get,” he grunted before turning to head into the living room. You watched your boyfriend’s back angrily as he exited from the conversation.

“Fine,” you grumbled to yourself, stomping upstairs. If he wanted to play this game then you were too, wanting to see how long it’d take for him to snap. Rummaging through your closet you decided to put on a very, very short skirt. Wondering to yourself as to why you even have this in the first place, well first time for everything. You made sure to put on a pair of panties that you knew for sure would drive Daryl crazy, finally finishing the outfit with a tight fitting tanktop. After looking at yourself in the mirror you snorted, you looked ridiculous for sure but maybe it’d work.

You made your way down the stairs quietly, walking with a little sway in your step. Daryl wasn’t shy about his attraction to your body, he loved having his hands on you so you were curious to see what he would do seeing you like this. Especially having not touched you for days now. You moved swiftly into the living room where he was sitting on the couch smoking, you felt his eyes immediately shift over to your body, a shift from where he was sitting.

“Wha’ are ya wearin’?” He grunted, his voice a slight rasp while he looked you up and down. You turned to him, a small smirk playing at the corner of your lips.

“It’s a little hot today… s’all.” You chuckled, moving towards the disc rack. It held a lot of cds for music, the two of you never played anything because of how outdated it was but you went over to look at it anyway. Hearing the way he choked once you bent over to check out the bottom of the rack. You moved onto your knees, reaching under the rack to grab, nothing. There was nothing under the rack, but his breathing was getting heavier and you knew he would give in soon.

You sat on your knees, turning your head over your shoulder to look at him. Smiling once you met his eyes, he was already looking at you with parted lips. His cigarette sat between his index and middle finger, nothing but a mere object as he already forgotten about it. His leg crossed over the other while his eyes started at your own, slowly moving down to your lips. Then the swell of your neck, down your back, and of course over to your ass which was peaking out from under your skirt. He swallowed thickly when he noticed the lace fabric of your panties, contrasting beautifully with the colour of your skin. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, from the look in his eyes you knew he was aroused. You just had to push him further to get him to actually act on it…

You stood up slowly, making sure to flash him a little of your panties. He coughed, putting out the cigarette as you walked up to him. Slow and seductive. However he kept his eyes ahead, you would’ve scoffed if you were still in a mood but you were far too aroused to do all that. He was stubborn and you praised him for it, after all you were both the same. You lightly traced your fingers up his forearm, towards his bicep, and then over his shoulder. Standing behind him as you leaned down next to his ear, “what’s that look for?” You whispered low and sultry.

“Wha’ do you think yer doin’?” He murmured quietly, his breathing shortening. You smirked, placing a soft kiss under his ear, his breath hitching as you do that. “(Y/N).” He said lowly, your hands moving from his shoulders and down the front of his chest, slowly making your way down to his belt. Looking over his shoulder and noticing the huge bulge in his pants, a sense of pride flowing through your body at the effect you had on him. He uncrossed his legs due to the tightness in his pants, groaning softly as your hands moved down towards his thighs, teasingly avoiding his erection.

“I’m not doing anything,” you whispered in his ear, causing him to shudder back onto the couch. His breathing shallow and hot while one of your hands moved towards the erection.

“Don’t.” He muttered, grabbing your wrist. He flicked your hand back away from his crotch, suddenly getting up and turning to face you. His eyes were narrowed and full of fury, but most importantly. Lust.

His piercing blue eyes looked at you with a hungry gaze, stepping around the couch to stand closer to you. Nibbling the inside of his lip as he stared at you, especially your exposed thighs. He abruptly picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder carelessly, causing you to shout out in protest. “Daryl! Put me down!”

”Shut it.” He growled lowly which for sure shut you up quickly. He moved through the house with ease, walking up the stairs and making his way towards your shared bedroom. His fingers dug into your thighs possessively which drew out your excitement even more, wondering what he would do to you. He walked into the bedroom with you over his shoulders, shutting the door with his foot and throwing you onto the bed, eliciting a small yelp from you. Your eyes were wide when you met his own, his jaw clenched at the sight of you laying on the bed in the provocative outfit. He grunted, crawling onto the bed and up to you. Rough and calloused hands gripping onto your thighs as he pushed them apart, a raspy groan leaving his mouth as he saw your soaked panties. “This whatcha’ want?” He murmured with a hint of amusement, running a finger over your slick covered panties.

“Daryl,” you gasped, closing your eyes. His free hand shot up to grab your face harshly, your eyes opening in shock.

“You look at me, ya ain’t gettin’ outta this one easily girl.” He drawled, letting go of your face as he removed his finger from your panties, “and I don’ wanna hear a word from tha’ pretty little mouth of yours unless I say so, ya hear me?” You nodded slowly as you met his intense gaze.

“Good girl,” he murmured which had you throbbing around nothing. His hands grabbed at the collar of your tanktop, ripping it off your body easily. You gasped, wanting to scold him for ripping it but you kept quiet as to not anger him even more. His eyes rolled back in arousal when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra underneath the top, “such a fuckin’ tease.” His hands groped at your breasts, your nipples hardening under his touch as you let out a quiet moan. He leaned down to place a soft kiss on one of them, licking around the bud before biting down harshly. A loud groan left your lips, causing him to growl and pull away.

Your eyes searched for his while you panted softly from the loss, his hands gripping your waist and flipping you over onto your stomach before grabbing your hips and lifting them up so your ass hung up in the air. “Hold yerself up baby,” he grunted. You did as you were told, placing your hands underneath you and onto the bed while pushing yourself up so you were on your hands and knees. Blushing profusely from the position you were in, trying to turn your head to look back at him. He slapped your ass once, a groan escaping you at the contact before his hands started pulling off your skirt, tossing it onto the floor haphazardly leaving you in your lace panties.

He sat up on his knees, teasingly running two fingers over the waistband, lifting it off your skin only to let it go and have it snap against your hips. You jolted slightly, one of his hands rubbing your ass softly before slapping it again. He leaned closer towards your ear, biting your earlobe before whispering gruffly, “don’ think ‘m gonna be gentle tonight. No, you got yerself into this.”

You whimpered as he pulled away, a big hand grabbing at the crotch of your panties and ripping them apart. The same hand running its fingers through your slick causing you to moan, your arms shaking momentarily. It didn’t take long before two thick fingers plunged themselves into your tight entrance, the sudden intrusion causing you to cry out, “Daryl! Wait!”

“Shut up,” he grunted. Forcing his fingers in and out of you roughly, the pain mixed with pleasure only made you wetter, groaning softly. The obscene noises of his fingers thrusting into you at that speed echoed through the small space of your bedroom, your moans getting louder as you got closer to your orgasm.

But just as you were about to reach that sweet release he yanked his fingers out of you, bringing them up to you and shoving them into your mouth. Immediately your tastebuds were met with the taste of your own arousal, “suck.” He growled lowly to which you obliged, sucking on his fingers that were covered in your juices. He groaned as your tongue slithered between his two fingers in your mouth, reaching down to adjust himself in his pants.

He removed his fingers, moving behind you once more and giving you a little tap on your bum. While you kept your head straight forward, looking at the wooden headboard. You heard the clink of his belt being undone, soon pulled out of his belt loops. You breathed heavily out of your nose once you heard the sound of the belt being tossed aside, hitting the floor with a slight thud. The heat pooling between your legs was getting hotter, throbbing with need as you waited patiently. Your arms were burning from holding yourself up while your stomach swirled with anxiety and excitement.

You heard him shuffle behind you, his pants soon joining the rest of the garments on the floor. His eyes were on you the entire time, though you couldn't see it, you could feel it. By the way his breathing deepened seeing your pussy clench at nothing, the way a low purr sounded from the back of his throat, and the way your skin burned from his lustful gaze. When it got a little too silent you turned your head back, you eyes immediately meeting his. He peered at you through his eyebrows, unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves and rolling them up over his elbows. Biting your lip when you saw his forearms, sprinkled with random tattoos here and there. Ones you’d kiss over when he'd make gentle love to you, but it would be different this time.

You couldn't look any lower from the position you were in, settling to look back at the headboard. Which had definitely seen better days. A small gasp left your lips when his large hands suddenly grabbed at your hips, engulfing them completely. His touch wasn't gentle. His calloused hands rubbed at your hips harshly, squeezing and pinching your sides resulting in you mewling softly from the tinge of pain. Suddenly, a slap sounded through the room as his thick cock landed on your ass. A low groan escaping him as he slowly rocked himself against you, rubbing his length between your asscheeks.

“Daryl….” You whined, moving your hips back against his cock. His hand made contact with your ass again, the slap echoing through the room as he pulled his cock away from your ass.

“Wha’ did I say?” He drawled lowly, rubbing the area he just smacked, spanking you once more causing you to jolt. “Answer me.”

You whimpered at the sting, your skin turning a bright red. “No speaking unless asked…”

He spanked you again on the same buttock, eliciting a moan from you this time. “See? Ya know the rules so why do ya not listen?” He tutted you, hitting your other buttock. He sighed, placing his thumbs on the folds of your pussy, spreading them and teasing a finger at your entrance. Just circling it around, not entering you. “Yer such a bad girl.”

You whined, trying to push back on his fingers, desperate for something to ease the ache in your core. He pulled back once again, slapping your pussy. The action sending a wave of pleasure through your body though it was harsh, a quiet mewl slipping out your mouth. Your arms were slowly getting tired of holding yourself up, moving down to your elbows which made your back arch. He grunted, running a hand down your back and into your hair before suddenly gripping it, pulling you up harshly against his chest. You cried out in pain, his lips against your ear while his fingers remained gripped in your hair. “Yer not listening again. I told ya to hold yerself up, so do it.”

He threw you back down, your eyes teary as you placed your hands down again to hold yourself up. His hands found place on your hips again, the rough feel of his palm against your skin made you shiver. One hand left you to grab his cock, teasing it around your clit. “Ya wan’ me to fuck ya, don’cha?” He murmured teasingly after hearing your impatient whines. He chuckled, finding your desperation amusing. “This is wha’ ya wanted, isn’ it?” He slapped the tip of his cock upwards against your clit, your wetness only fueling the sensation further.

“So fuckin’ wet,” he murmured, circling his tip around your entrance. The longer he teased you, the more you were willing to speak up. You moved back on him, his cock slipping into you slightly before he hissed and pulled out.

“Jesus fucking christ can you just fuck me already?” You snapped, earning a spank from him once again. You groaned, already sick of his teasing. “Daryl if you don’t—”

He suddenly shoved his whole length into you, the stretch painful as he started thrusting in and out of you hard. Not giving you any time to adjust to his size, crying out. “If I don’? Yer just gonna find someone else to fuck ya?” He growled gruffly, his hips snapping against yours.

Pleasure soon overpowered the pain, a loud moan ripping itself out of you. He groaned in response, squeezing your hips as he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside you. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, making an erotic symphony that heightened the both of your arousals. “Not gonna answer me? You’d jus’ let anyone fuck ya huh?” He grunted, the tip of his dick hitting closer towards your sweet spot.

You cried out once again, tears of pleasure brimming at your waterline, shaking your head at his question. Your fingers gripped onto the bedsheets below you, your biceps burning which made you just want to drop down onto the bed while he fucked you senseless. His fingers found themselves in your hair again, tugging you upwards so your back was against his chest, growling into your ear.

“Wha’ was tha’? You’d let anyone fuck ya, righ’?” He grunted, thrusting up into your sweet spot, eliciting a loud whine out of you. “Yer such a filthy slut, ya know tha’?” He bit at your neck, leaving a mark that was going to be hard to cover.

You clenched around his cock at his words, shaking your head slightly while he tugged your head back further against his shoulder. “No…” You moaned weakly, the pain from him pulling your hair was even more arousing than you thought. The tears in your eyes spilling over and down your cheeks.

“Yeah yer mine… This pussy?” He mumbled, reaching down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, your back arching as you cried out in ecstasy. “This pussy is mine, only mine ya hear me?” He let out a primal growl, tugging your hair once more.

“Yes! Yes Daryl only yours!” You cried out pathetically, your walls clamping down on his cock as it moved in and out of you at a punishing speed. He grunted approvingly, releasing his grip on your hair which caused you to fall over, landing straight onto your face into the pillows. His hands then gripping at your ribcage, just under your breasts as he pounded deep into you, hitting that same spot over and over again. “Fuck… Oh shit, Daryl..” You whined into the pillows, the bed creaking under the movements.

He pulled you up again, his hands still under your breasts while he whispered in your ear. “Ya gonna be a good slut for me now?” He grunted lowly, you nodded vigorously as moans continued to escape your mouth. “No one can fuck you like I can.” And with that he held you just enough to push himself deeper into you, making sure you feel every inch of his cock invading your tight heat.

The small space of your bedroom soon shifted into a safe, intimate haven in which you two created. Full of your moans and his grunts, skin slapping against skin, while the bed rocked under your movements. You felt a familiar feeling building up and you knew you were close, clenching around him as your moans got whinier and breathy.

He groaned, feeling your walls tighten around him, thrusting deeper into you. You whined at the feeling, anticipating the soreness you’d feel in the morning. “Daryl…” You whined, “I’m gonna cum.”

He growled, pulling you up against his chest again, a hand near your throat while the other moved between your thighs. “Ya really think ya deserve to cum?” He groaned, his breathing a little ragged from his own orgasm building up. His fingers moved to play at your clit again, tugging it as he thrusted sloppily into you. “Go on.”

You mewled softly, turning your head to his. He grunted, his lips meeting yours messily. Shoving his tongue into your mouth and exploring the depths of it while bringing you both closer to the edge. You bit his lip, earning a whimper from him as your walls clenched around his cock, reaching your climax. His hands jumped up to your breasts while you screamed in ecstasy, pulling your nipples while speeding up his pace.

Your back arched, the pleasure getting overwhelming as he continued to delve deeper, abusing that sweet spot inside of you. “Fuck! Daryl too much!” You cried, reaching back and grabbing his hips. But it didn’t stop him.

“I told ya, ya aren’ gettin’ out of this easily,” he grunted, his hips maintaining his pace while you felt something else squirt out of you. The slippery liquid slipped out of your pussy, slithering down the base of his cock and onto the bedsheets. A rough moan tearing through your throat before collapsing down onto the bed, feeling him pump his cum into you.

“Holy shit,” he murmured, stilling inside of you as he emptied out inside your cunt. He chuckled, pulling out of you and letting the rest of your body fall onto the now wet sheets. “Haven’t seen ya do that before,” he sighed, patting your ass before falling down next to you. “Ya got wha’cha wanted?”

You looked at him tiredly, the tears on your face dried, your voice too hoarse to even respond. Settling for a gentle nod and a small, “I win.” He chuckled, shaking his head before leaning back and closing his eyes. He was also extremely exhausted.

You lay there, unable to move and felt his cum slowly drip out of you. It almost felt uncomfortable but you couldn’t be bothered to get up and clean yourself, wanting to lay there and sink into the sheets. You sighed contently, scooting closer to him and burying your face into his chest. He grumbled, his arm wrapping itself lazily over your waist. You smiled to yourself, closing your eyes as you felt the rush of satisfaction. Sure you were going to feel absolute pain once you woke up, and maybe you wouldn’t be able to walk or speak for a while. Nevertheless you had finally got yourself fucked rough by a jealous Daryl, who was no longer mad and pushing you away. The issues led up to something amazing for the both of you. Maybe you should get him angry more often.

[shouyuus]

making hickeys. on vi’s abs. thats all.

send me vi thirsts and i'll give u my hand in marriage

kissing down her abs till she's gasping, and she'd make the prettiest noises, wouldn't she? little pitched whines and bitten-off keens at the back of her throat, her fingers spearing through your hair, her hands uncertain of what to do -- whether to press you closer or to pull you away; there's a gasp stuck in her throat, heat coiling in her stomach, a disparate, untamed hunger licking up the length of her spine, tingling down her arms as she does her damned-well best not to flip you both and pin you beneath her.

but a part of her wants this too, yearns for the softness with which you treat her, the back-arching sweetness that collects beneath your tongue as you press kiss after kiss along the defined lines of her abs.

at first, to tease her, to watch them flex and relax, the lines carving into her skin like footprints on a tide-strewn beach. but then, after a while, you'd fallen into the well of her hitching breaths, the darling little moans she tries to tuck into the sides of her cheeks, no matter how often you tell her that you love her noises.

"p-princess -- please --"

her voice is ragged, though you've not moved an inch below her belly button, she already sounds debauched.

"but i'm not doing anything," you tease, grinning as you pillow your cheek against her now hickey-marked abs. she puffs out a breath, carding her fingers through your hair to stroke at your neck.

"if people knew how mean you really were --"

you lean down to nip at the line just above the waistband of her pants, making her hips jump up, her head tipping back as she gasps.

"i'm not mean." though you can't help the smirk that twists your lips as you catch her looking back down at you with those dark, blown-out pupils, her lashes fluttering, gaze half-lidded with want.

"such a pretty little liar," she says, with no malice at all, rubbing a thumb along your cheek. you crinkle your nose at her words, sighing as you finally relent and sit back up, letting her pull you across the length of her body for a long, heart-settling kiss.

"its your fault, you know," you murmur, after she lets you pull away, her hand still at the back of your neck, holding you close. she chuckles, her voice low.

"my fault?"

"yeah. for having such kiss-able abs."

she laughs then, the sound bright as windchimes, and just as sweet.

"right, right," she says, tucking you more comfortably into her side, "it's all my fault, and you're just a sad slave of consequence to my extremely kiss-able abs, right?"

you grin, nuzzling deeper into her embrace, "right. as long as you know it."

vi laughs again, dropping a kiss into the seam of your hair.

"yeah. trust me, pretty girl. i do."

[letsgobarbs]

kinda wanted to read some damn John Dutton fic pls but there's only ones of young john which is fine or whatever but like… don't be cowards… give me the peepaw fics. john dutton is a gilf and the fandom needs to own it I just need a fix pls and stop making Beth so whiny in fanfiction she's a boss an icon if you will but more importantly I need the older john dutton fics like rn rn

[orphicmusings]

idea — kinda canon divergent, viktor and reader are childhood friends, he makes it to piltover and she doesnt. they leave on a sour note, have a huge falling out. when he starts to need shady things to further progress on his projects, he starts going back into zaun, he starts seeing reader again. incredibly hostile. something happens cant figure out what. she offers him a shred of kindness. for old times sake. then boomshakalaka. and then it becomes a routine for viktor to cross the bridge even more to come to reader for whatever reason wink wink. very it will come back coded

[otrastar]

hbd, hwa | nsfw

THIS IS MATURE CONTENT.

IF YOU ARE UNDER 21, DNI.

seonghwa's 27th birthday was a success. the day went just as he had hoped: a calm morning, quality time with the other ateez members, an eventful atiny livestream, a small celebration with family, and at last, an afterparty with close friends.

specs: seonghwa x reader, reader is an idol in kq's first-ever girl group. she is also one of seonghwa's childhood friends.

if you want to skip to the smut, it starts roughly 1/3 through the chapter. yw ;)

misc. tags: p.sh top/dom, established relationship, use of pet names (angel, baby, star, etc.), alcohol, inebriation, jealousy, swearing, possessiveness, dominance, restraints, m/f sex, birthday sex, subtle oral sex, subtle fingering, subtle degradation, spitting, subtle praise, gentle dominant, aftercare, mostly vanilla, mushy, multiple positions, L-word, some switching...  please let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 9954

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you sit with your hands underneath your thighs on the cramped couch, seonghwa to your left and yeosang to your right. across the circle, wooyoung is proudly explaining the rules of a drinking game to the newcomers--your old shared high school friends who showed up to celebrate hwa's 28th.

the birthday boy is only one soju in, but showing it. his frequent giggling pairs nicely with yeosang's airy conversation, and as you sip from your plastic cup, you find yourself growing warm and tipsy between the two, your cares slipping away. practice has been tough this week with your group's upcoming comeback, and although you may not have realized it, you needed this night to relax and celebrate your best friend.

"okay!" wooyoung claps his hands, and twenty-odd pairs of eyes snap to attention. with a grin, he points to seonghwa. "hwa-ya, you're up first. draw a card."

seonghwa, grinning and wiggling to the edge of his seat, leans forward towards the arrangement of cards in the middle of the coffee table. when he selects one, your eyes register its number just as he reads it aloud.

"five."

"five is drive," wooyoung nods.

everyone tentatively puts both fists out in front of them, many looking at woo for affirmation.

hwa is already grinning. "vroom."

the gameplay passes away from you. you sigh in relief. as the objective moves around the circle, you prepare yourself as it nears again.

yunho and jongho struggle with it, but, laughing, eventually pass it to yeosang... who drops it completely.

a chorus of laughter springs up from the group, and yeosang bashfully smiles. "ahh, oops.."

it's your mutual friend eunji's turn next. beside seonghwa, you feel a little exposed—not because your proximity to him is especially scandalous, but because the others aren't really aware of how your relationship with him has evolved over the past year.

everyone at kq knows about you two by now, but somehow you've successfully avoided letting outsiders in on the career-endangering coupling. until last year, you both had truly only been as close as the average colleague-to-colleague, and neither of you had intended for this to happen. everything changed at the golden hour: part 1 release party last spring, when you had your first full conversation with each other since becoming adults. since then, well...

you take another sip of your soju, effectively emptying the cup. seonghwa glances over fondly and silently takes the plastic from your hands. you start to protest, but he's already slipping out of the cramped living room, headed for the kitchen.

you watch as eunji designates someone for her card, two is you, to victimize, and to everyone's mirth, mingi is at the other end of her pointed finger.

"ahhh," mingi bows his head with a grin, and after a series of jeers ring out, he lifts his small ceramic cup and takes a swig of whatever is in there. yunho claps him on the back, nearly choking him, while everyone cheers.

seonghwa returns and passes you the plastic cup with a wink. you exchange a long, deciphering look with him before tasting the fizzy liquid. almost instantly, your heart and your belly warm at the taste. it's your favorite—peach soju with sprite.

the games continue through the evening, and you're generally having a good time until you notice eunji getting especially close to seonghwa on his other side.

you're not the jealous type. vying for attention isn't your thing. but when it comes to the way eunji's laughter rings out the loudest when seonghwa says something only mildly funny, you feel an itch in your mood, something unshakeable.

you try to wash it down with the peach soju, telling yourself it's nothing.

"birthday shot?" hongjoong is offering a small glass to seonghwa.

you laugh with the rest of the partygoers, clapping him on the shoulder.

"ahh..." seonghwa seems hesitant. his ears are red.

"come on, star," you encourage, laughing.

seonghwa casts a devious glance at you, then gives in. "alright, alright. everyone... cheers!"

hoots and hollers erupt in the room as everyone raises their glass. in one swoop, you down the rest of your soju, its warmth catching up to your head—or maybe it's the way how when you lower your empty cup, eunji's palm is literally, casually, on seonghwa's knee.

it's like the soju gets caught halfway down. seonghwa is laughing and waving his hand dismissively as hongjoong offers him another shot. he moves his knee absently out from under her touch, but otherwise shows no other sign of noticing.

it's that small, uncomfortable gesture that puts you in a mindset you can only describe as... protective?

san is tipsy and red in the face, retelling the story of how he met seonghwa while everyone listens intently. you find yourself paying close attention to eunji out of the corner of your eye, even though you're beside yourself with exasperation. you have never acted like this. why here, why now?

it's no secret to anyone that seonghwa is one of the most beautiful people on the planet, and this fact coupled with the reality of being an idol normally doesn't bother you. people are in love with him. you get it. it's not really a surprise that an old classmate is subtly making moves. can you really blame her?

eunji's soft, melodic laugh sounds again, and she leans in to whisper something to him.

seonghwa laughs genuinely, albeit politely keeping distance.

you try to take another drink, forgetting your cup is empty.

"need another?" seonghwa's murmur surprises you. you jump a little, not expecting him to lean so close.

"i'm good," you shake your head, offering a grateful smile. you can feel the alcohol beginning to take affect. you drank this one much too quickly, and it's too late now. "thanks, though."

his smile is amused, and his eyes shine as he stands up anyway. "i'll grab you a water?"

you start to politely decline, moving to also stand up, but eunji is already on her feet, leading the way to the kitchen.

somewhat bitterly, although you know it's unfair of you to feel this way, you settle back into your spot and avert your attention as seonghwa follows her to the kitchen.

yeosang gives you a gentle nudge. "you look stiff. everything okay?"

when you look at him, his eyes are squinted in a soft laugh. you roll your eyes and playfully shove his arm, feeling your face burn. "shut up, hyung."

seonghwa returns first, pressing an ice-cold water bottle teasingly to your upper thigh, subtly lifting the edge of your skirt—not a lot, just enough that you would notice.

you snatch it from him, your cheeks still a little pink from yeosang's banter, now made worse as you take in the way he's looking at you.

"paboya," you mutter, pressing your knees together to make room for him on the couch.

eunji conveniently squeezes herself in on seonghwa's other side, and with mild irritation you can't help but think that you would have probably sat on the arm of the couch just to be polite.

seonghwa seems to notice how uncomfortable you look. he glances at eunji, then at you, his expression registering in understanding. with a smirk, he starts to put his arm atop the back of the couch behind you, then seems to think better of it, bracing his elbow on the upholstery instead. you just adjust your skirt, taking a sip of the water.

it's late. with the gathering in full-swing, you feel the repercussions of early-morning practice catching up to you. it takes a lot of effort on your part to not let your drunk body lean into seonghwa, and you start to wish your high school friends would take their leave already.

seonghwa's behavior grows muted too, the alcohol still keeping him warm and giggly, but his speech growing softer.

as eunji grows more inebriated, she becomes less inhibited with her wandering gaze, no longer bothering to hide her obvious admiration for seonghwa. she keeps trying to have side-conversations with him, catching up on life and whatnot, asking how often he visits home, if he misses anything about it, what the best thing is about being on the road.

seonghwa's social adeptness does not fade when he's drunk, unlike yours. as it grows harder for you to keep your facial expressions in check, he effortlessly navigates the questions in a polite and professional way.

"and you guys all live here, right?" eunji inquires, her eyes bright. "you all have your own rooms?"

seonghwa nods. "yeah, yeah—"

as he points down the hall, she interrupts him, putting her pretty little hand on his arm. "can i see? minho told me you still collect legos, and you have a whole display."

the water bottle in your hand makes a loud noise as it is crushed. several people look at you. embarrassed, you play it off like you're just opening it to take a sip, at the same time standing up and muttering something about using the bathroom.

you're drunker than you realize. as you head down the hallway, you stumble a bit and have to catch yourself on the wall. hwanjun, another old friend, is just exiting the bathroom. he puts a hand on your shoulder to steady you.

"whoa, you okay?" he asks, stopping you.

you nod, even though you're not, and all you can think of is seonghwa showing eunji his legos. the idea bother you so much. you feel ridiculous. "thanks. fine. i might actually—oh, god."

your stomach twists. you barely have time to barrel your way into the open doorway and throw yourself towards the toilet before your stomach starts purging itself of everything you had consumed in the last six hours.

it takes a minute, but eventually relief washes over you, despite a lingering disgust.

gentle hands swoop your hair back. your head spins. vaguely, you register wooyoung's voice asking someone for a hair tie, and then he's gently tugging your hair into a simple ponytail at the base of your neck.

"nothing to see here! move along, you nosy bastards," wooyoung snickers, patting your shoulder as he addresses the handful of people in the hallway apparently checking on you.

you can just make out four or five pairs of feet from where you bow over the ceramic bowl, and you groan inwardly as some familiar socks step into the bathroom and shut the door.

wooyoung gives you one last pat on the back before silently taking his leave. when the door is closed again, you sigh and rip away some paper to wipe off your mouth, slumping back against the wall across from the toilet.

you can feel the warmth of seonghwa's body. he's crouched beside you, concern obvious on his features. he holds your gaze, but nudges you playfully. "you okay?"

it's like his soft voice dissipates any remaining petulance. you nod, accepting the water bottle as he puts it back into your hands, the cap already off, wedged between his thumb and his palm.

as you take a long sip, he settles beside you, brushing some of your hair behind your ear. outside, you can hear distant chatter as the party continues like normal.

"want to go lie down?" he suggests gently, his fingers skimming comfortingly along the inside of your leg.

you take another sip of water. "maybe. do you still have my toothbrush here?"

"in the cupboard." he looks you up and down for a moment. then, the corner of his mouth lifts, that damn smile crease making an appearance. "too much soju?"

"yeah," you lie. "i guess so."

his smirk melts into a knowing smile, and he puffs a breath of laughter. "mmhm. okay."

you take a deep breath and let it out slow, the back of your head making a soft bump as it rests against the wall.

a comfortable silence falls between the both of you. after a while, you roll your head to the side to look at him. "go back out there. enjoy your party. i'll be in your room, 'kay?"

seonghwa's expression softens. "drink some more water," he murmurs, pulling your head closer to kiss your temple.

you listen, taking another slow sip from the bottle, waving him away. he snickers and hops to his feet, slipping out of the room. the door closes with a quiet click, leaving you alone again.

with a heavy sigh, you clamber to your feet and try to ignore the creeping pounding of your head as you fish the familiar green toothbrush from the vanity cupboard.

his room is a welcoming, cool temperature, and the only light comes from the uv lamp he has going in his beloved moss terrarium. a safe haven of sorts. you curl up beneath his heavy comforter, and it's like your body melts into a relaxed state, the familiar smell and feel of his sheets like a balm for your ugly emotions.

you can still hear eunji's pretty laugh ringing out every so often from the living room, and even though it's irrational, you can't help but feel irritated about the whole thing. luckily, the chatter has quieted, simmering into a lull that signifies the gradual end of the celebration.

safely behind the closed bedroom door, you miss all the goodbyes and promises to stay in touch as everyone starts to trickle out, dozing in and out of sleep for a while. it's only when you feel the weight of another body sinking onto the mattress beside you that you stir again, inhaling for a big yawn.

as you stretch your limbs, seonghwa takes the opportunity to snake his arms around you from behind, and it's a soft kiss on your shoulder that really pulls you back from sleep.

"happy birthday," you mumble affectionately, twisting to wrap your arms around him in return.

"it was," he whispers, his nose poking your forehead at first. he's still a bit giggly as he presses his lips to your nose. "are you feeling better, baby?"

you close your eyes again, snuggling into his pillow. "mhmm... better, now that eunj—"

you stop yourself, but not soon enough.

he grins. "oh, i knew it."

you groan and try to roll away, but his arms tighten around you.

"no, stay here," he snickers, his lips finding your neck. one of his hands spreads out against your thigh where he had put the water bottle earlier, fingers digging in just slightly, tugging your hip backwards into his, effectively trapping you against him.. "tell me about eunji, baby..."

"drop it," you groan, frowning as your body responds to his touch.

"i could tell something was bothering you," he mumbles against your skin, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses from your shoulder to your ear.

"seonghwa..." you protest weakly, but you're not sure if you're objecting to his kisses or his words.

"star," he says back, his tone playfully stern. his grip on your thigh loosens, only for his fingertips to start skimming upward, the fabric of your skirt bunching around them.

you bite your lip in frustration.

"you're jealous," he murmurs, as if proud of himself.

"i'm not jealous."

"she wanted me to show her my legos," he starts giggling, nuzzling into your neck. you can still smell the soju on his breath.

"brush your teeth," you deflect. your stomach is twisting unpleasantly again.

"what do you think she would have done, hmm? if i had brought her in here..."

as he speaks, his fingers slide higher, eventually meeting the fabric of your panties. your heart starts thudding, even while your stomach churns. "seonghwa," you plead softly.

"were you worried? i do apparently have a thing for friends to lovers, as you well know..."

you start to reach for his hand as his fingers dip underneath the elastic band holding your underwear to your skin, but his teeth gently nibble at the spot above your pulse, so you freeze, your breath audibly hitching.

he chuckles softly, his tongue soothing over the spot his teeth had pinched. "maybe you can show me what you imagined she was thinking of, hmm?"

"brush your teeth, you smell like soju."

"i'll brush my teeth," he sighs, lifting himself off the sheets. he puts his palms on either side of your body, swinging into place above you. "but first..."

the alcohol in your veins urges you to comply with this, every nerve ending suddenly extremely sensitive. luckily, his fingers aren't playing underneath you skirt anymore, but now they're gently picking apart the buttons of your shirt.

you lie beneath him, squirming helplessly as he continues.

"she tried to put herself in my lap after you left, you know," he murmurs, his teeth taking over on the last couple buttons while his hands start their work with touching all his favorite parts of you.

"wh.. huh?" you're dizzy, and you can't tell whether its the alcohol or his touch making you disoriented.

"well," he pauses, pushing apart your thighs with his knees, "not exactly. she was next to me on the couch again, and she pulled her knees up onto the couch, but they were practically on my thighs, you know?"

he seems to enjoy the lump that forms in your throat, grinning devilishly as he kisses on it.

"hmph," you manage, but even through the forced nonchalance, your fingers curl into the sheets.

seonghwa's tongue glides along the side of your neck, and he giggles when you flinch, your hand flying up to cover the spot.

"are you upset, baby?" he purrs.

you refuse to look at him.

his tone drops an octave or two. "oh, not gonna speak to me, huh? that's okay."

a gasp leaves your mouth when he starts kissing down your open shirt front, leaving more little love bites as he goes.

his next words come out in a heavy breath. "you don't have to talk for me to figure out what you want."

he lowers himself over you, and all you can think about is how his lips sound making contact with your skin, how his warm mouth feels in contrast to the cold air. the moisture left behind by his kisses leaves you shivering a bit, goosebumps rising all over your body.

his fingers continue torturous patterns over your sternum, your breasts, your abdomen, your hips. his touch is slow and fervent, like a potter with clay on the wheel.

you swallow, staring up at the ceiling. for whatever god damn reason, you can't get the vision of eunji's knees on seonghwa's lap out of your head. to learn that she was practically throwing herself on him after you got sick... it trips a switch in you.

"why didn't i just say something?" you groan suddenly, and seonghwa raises his head from where he's attending to your lower belly.

"hmm?" he muses, folding his arms over your stomach and laying his head over them. a perfect listener.

"i should have just said something," you mutter. "it's not like they would tell anyone about us, or have any credibility if they did..."

he registers what you're saying and smirks a bit. "mm."

you sigh softly. "why'd you let her touch you? you don't have to be polite, you know. not when someone's making you uncomfortable."

"listen to yourself," he teases, watching his own fingertip as it makes shapes into your waistline.

you push yourself up onto your elbows, looking down at him with a slight pout on your face. as your eyes trail after his movements, you realize he's tracing stars into your skin. a bubble of fondness rises in your chest.

"you can be jealous." he looks you in the eyes, his own twinkling.

"i just—" your brow furrows. "i think it bothers me because i—oh, fuck..."

as you start speaking, he wets his lips and sinks further down the mattress, his teeth finding your skirt hem.

"continue," he utters, and it's more of a command than an invitation.

you let out a soft breath, watching helplessly. when you speak again, your voice is airy with hesitance. "...i just... uhm... i think that if i were in her shoes, i'd... probably be just as starstruck, but i would never... oh, fuck..."

he's using his mouth to push and pull your clothes out of the way, looping his arms underneath your thighs, now. he plants a particularly wet kiss between your hips, then fixes his gaze on yours again. "you were saying?"

"seonghwa..."

his mouth lifts at the corners, obviously enjoying the way his name falls out of your mouth. "you'd be just like her?"

"no," you blurt, almost offended.

"i want to make you scream."

"what?" your eyes widen.

his eyes widen back, like he's mocking you. "what?" he grins. "focus. keep talking. i want to explore this."

you swallow. "uhm. i guess i'm just irritated."

"irritated...?" he starts kissing on the inside of your thigh, and you have to bite back a moan.

"yeah. i just wanted to—" you inhale sharply as his head ducks under your skirt. "i—mmh..."

he squeezes your thighs with his arms, pulling your hips down a bit. his tongue starts soaking through your panties, and his breathing is shallow now, coming out in hot puffs against your skin. you struggle to maintain your own breathing, shifting a bit under his touch.

you can feel where his nose is grinding against you, giving subtle friction, and it makes your mind go blank.

"i don't... want her to think... she can have you," you get out, your brain a mess of unconnected wires.

he hums from under the skirt, fully amused. "these are pretty."

"huh?"

your confusion is short-lived. he suddenly latches on to your panties with his teeth, then emerges from under your skirt, dragging the soaking wet garment down your thighs.

you gasp and instinctively squeeze your legs shut, to no avail. your knees press into his ribs.

he releases the lacey underwear from between his teeth, rising for a moment to grip them in one hand and drag them to your ankles. then he fixes a hungry gaze on you, his tongue sitting at the corner of his mouth, swiping a taste of his outer lip. "no, you're right... she can't have me. but you can."

you flush, glancing away while he climbs back over you, his hips meeting yours and pressing down.

"you can have all of me," he breathes, his mouth finding your neck. his fingers smooth up over your hips, to where your shirt sits open. he seems to be enamored for a moment, looking down over your body, taking in every angle, every curve. "you're just..."

you shiver as his fingers curl into the open fabric of your shirtfront, slowly sliding the two halves apart.

"...just like a present," he hums. "for me to unwrap, right?"

"seonghwa," you all but whine.

"relax..." the word is breathed against your neck, and you can feel your skirt being slid slowly up and over your hips. his mouth finds the spot where your throat meets the underside of your jaw, making a soft sound of yearning as he kisses there.

in an attempt to be closer, your body arches into his. almost immediately, his arm slips under your waist, keeping you there. his kisses grow hungrier, sloppier, on your neck.

"hwa," your breath is coming out a little faster now.

his free hand slips up between your thighs, feathering over your skin, torturously slow. when they find their destination, he groans softly, his teeth catching on your throat. you squirm.

"ah," he grins, kissing his way to your ear. "already this wet... and i've hardly touched you..."

underneath you, his other hand snags the corner of a pillow and drags it to replace his arm where it supports your waist. with the pillow beneath you now, his fingers find yours and pin the back of your palms to the mattress, squeezing gently.

"should i undress you more, or take you like this?" he questions, raising himself to drink in the sight below him.

you can't help the way your body grows warmer, your face flooding with color. he seems to enjoy your reaction, one corner of his mouth lifting.

he drops his voice to a playful whisper, bringing your wrists together over your head. his question is sincere, though obviously cloaked with desire. "are you still feeling unwell?"

you shake your head, becoming very aware of just how vulnerable and exposed you are as the cool air settles over your skin.

"it makes a bit of sense now," he murmurs through that damn smirk, one hand working free his belt. "you made yourself sick with jealousy, didn't you?"

you sigh softly, closing your eyes. "she was making you uncomfortable."

he hums, folding the belt to rest where the other pillow had been, close enough to make you wonder if he intends to use it for something else.

"she was oddly touchy," he agrees softly. while he talks, he drags two fingers from your sternum to your navel, a breath of a movement. "i can't remember her ever being like that before."

your breath hitches when he continues lower, his fingertips hooking into the waistband of your skirt.

"can i take this off?"

he's only asking to tease you. you huff softly, lifting your hips in compliance.

seonghwa just grins and tugs the garment down off your hips. you sit up slightly to shrug the open shirt from your arms, casting it aside. when everything is completely gone, he smooths both hands up from your knees, his palms slowly pushing apart your thighs to make room for his hips to settle between them.

his touch feels like worship. his lips meet your skin again, and the cool metal of the star pendant around his neck catches your attention, being the only thing other than him on your body now. it feels a little unfair that he still has all his clothes on, but he seems to rather enjoy the imbalance.

he kisses on your breasts, his lower body lying flush to yours, and his fingers find yours only to pin them above your head again. with nowhere else to go, you arch up into his kisses, biting back a moan.

his tongue presses against the dip between your ribs, and then trails up between your breasts to your collarbones, and then off to the side. his hips follow the movement, meeting yours as his breath finds your ear, and you can feel now through his trousers just how badly he wants you.

your breath catches as he rolls his hips, definitely getting his trousers a bit damp.

his mouth is still gentle as ever, decorating your neck in kisses. "mmmph..."

"hwa," you breathe, your fingers trying to escape from his.

he lets one hand go, but only to pin your hips in place with a firm grip.

you swallow nervously, reaching to pick at the buttons on his shirt. he had been wearing this damn white dress shirt all day, and it looked nice on him, but now you wanted it off.

his kiss finds its way to your mouth, growing hungrier. he brushes your fingers away, apparently impatient, and starts on the buttons himself. within seconds, he is shrugging the shirt off his shoulders. you feel dizzy at the sight. he's been working harder on his form lately, and it's paid off, to say the least.

he sighs, sitting up on his knees to work off his pants. his gaze is still fond, but as soon as the button comes free on his trousers, his eyes darken.

"for my birthday," he starts, jerking his garments down as he settles back over you, hovering just above your body. "i want to make you feel good. but i want you to let me hear it."

you nod, swallowing hard. he kisses you again as he takes up your wrists for the final time, pinning them firmly to the pillows. with his mouth to distract you, you're hardly aware of what he's doing until you feel the leather and hear the soft clink of metal. there's a few strips of strong, unbreakable fabric tucked under his mattress, used for nights like this. his headboard doesn't have rungs, so he fastens the belt to the strap on the right before you even realize what he's doing.

he seems pleased with himself as he tears away from your mouth, watching as you pull uselessly on the restraints, your face flooding with color.

"still feeling jealous?" he smirks, putting his fingers between your legs again.

he starts teasing you, apparently wanting to hear your moan.

with a small smile, he reassures you, "don't worry. i'm going to fuck the jealousy out of you."

his words make you inhale, squeezing your eyes shut.

he pulls your thighs up around his hips, then starts slow, putting himself against you at last. the pressure of his swollen cock against you gradually increases, making your whole body heat up. just as you don't think you can handle the intensity with which he presses down on the sensitive seam of your body, he uses his hand to guide himself lower, and the sound of him spreading you open makes you blush. he's already made a mess of you.

he groans in one long, shaky exhale. "fuck..."

he lowers himself to your skin again, holding your thigh in one arm, the other braced against the sheets. he breathes out as he presses slowly deeper, his mouth finding a spot beneath your ear to bite down on.

though his teeth are gentle, you whimper. he gradually fills you, and you find yourself squirming, your fingers clenching around the leather holding them together.

"ahh," he sighs, kissing on the spot his teeth had marked. "god, you feel so good, angel..."

when he recedes slightly, you both tense up, and he makes a soft, growling noise at how tight you've become.

"fuck," he moans, roughly pushing on your hip, trapping you against the sheets as he draws his hips back, nearly shaking at the effort it takes to come back from filling you.

you're panting and breathless, dizzy with pleasure already.

he doesn't finish pulling back fully, unable to resist pressing himself back inside.

"seonghwa," you moan, and he takes it as a signal to do it again.

"uh huh," he mutters, gritting his teeth with the effort of holding back. "ohhh, jagi... the way i want to fuck you into this mattress right now..."

you shiver. "mmh—"

"no. we're gonna go nice and slow, don't worry. can you feel it?" he waits for your nod, then presses his palm into your lower belly until it almost hurts. "how about now, angel?"

you try to squirm, but the pressure of his hand insists. he marvels for a moment at your reaction, at the way your eyes glaze over in neediness. then he resumes his movements, still going slow, but less patiently now.

you can feel him teasing you, rubbing his palm into spots that border on feeling good and feeling painful, whittling away at your pleasure.

he leans close to your mouth, his lips ghosting over yours. "you take it so well... i think you're ready for going a little faster, don't you?"

your moans become muffled into his kiss. he hums in satisfaction, gripping your waist for leverage as his hips start to quicken their pace. faster, then faster. soon, he is almost pounding into you, his heavy breaths in time with the fall of his weight.

you're crying out with every thrust. "s-seong—ng—"

he growls, as if relishing the way you can't even finish his name. his voice has a growl of an undertone as he works his hips. "ahh, sweet angel—you're so fucking wet, do you feel it? do you feel how you tighten up for me?"

his words only serve to bring more color to your face. you're writhing and whimpering, a complete mess, and it's just how he wants you.

"that's right, let me hear you—it feels good, huh? yeah? tell me how it feels, my sweet girl..."

and as you open your mouth to respond, his thumb slips over your tongue, effectively jamming your speech. if you were close before, you're one subtle push from the edge now. from the smug expression on his face, he knows it. but he's not going to let you off this easily.

you suck and drool around his knuckle, much to his pleasure.

"mmhm. good... god, you're so good for me..."

he doesn't relent, his breaths getting labored and heavy. all that vocal training on the treadmill, it seems, has paid off in other ways. as he cups your chin in his fingers, pressing his thumb onto the back of your tongue, he murmurs uninterrupted praises.

"so good, so wet, so needy... are you still jealous, angel? you're being so good, so compliant for me." his eyes spark dangerously. "is this what you want to yourself? hmm?"

you choke a bit trying to answer again, and he presses further into your throat, his hips abrasively picking up pace.

you squeeze your eyes shut, overwhelmed.

"look at me."

his tone change is enough to shock you into submission. you blink dizzily up at him.

his grin is dangerous. he withdraws his thumb, and you gasp for air, his puffs of breath mixing with yours.

"open."

you part your lips again, though they are shaking slightly now.

he spits into your open mouth. before he has to tell you, you swallow, and he gives a pleased growl.

"can you take it if i put you on your stomach?" he asks through gritted teeth.

you can feel warmth blossom across your features. "i—mmhm. yes. yes, please."

"that's my girl."

in an instant, he's withdrawn completely, leaving your body aching and empty, screaming for his touch. making sure not to hurt your bound wrists, he lifts you carefully by the hips, coaxing you over. you squirm to assist, twisting around, inhaling sharply when his fingers dig into the back of your thighs. once you've settled, he slides his palms up and down appreciatively for a moment.

this angle has hurt you before, so he bows down beside your ear and kisses on your cheekbone, his fingers skimming up your spine.

"stop me if it's uncomfortable," he murmurs, gathering your hair from your shoulders into one fist. "can i pull your hair?"

you nod, swallowing your nerves as he slides his knee up between your legs until it can't go any farther. he keeps you there, his thigh firm and unmoving while he tests out a soft tug on your hair. you know you're getting his thigh all wet, and you whimper softly only for him to respond with a pleased hum.

with his other hand, he grabs and pulls upwards on your hip until you comply. he takes the pillow that had been under your back before and wedges it beneath your lower belly this time, then begins to make more distance between your thighs with his knees.

he takes a breath and lets it out slowly, tapping your ass once, firmly, with his palm. "you're a dripping mess. do you really need me that badly?"

he taps again, this time a bit harsher, though not quite a smack. you make an involuntary sound, his touch no doubt adding to the moisture making your thighs slick.

"oh, does this excite you?" his voice is gravely and amused. "being spread out like this? if i didn't know any better, i'd think you were enjoying being posed like a slut."

you gasp as his fingers find your clit. he clicks his tongue when your thighs try to close.

"no," he says calmly, giving your hair a slow tug, bringing your head back a bit. "stay open for me. i'm going to fuck you until you admit to me that you like this. okay?"

your breaths feel louder in your tilted throat, but you mutter out your agreement, and he begins.

his cock is warm and stiff as he spreads you again, and he lets out a steady groan as he takes you this time.

you feel yourself tense as he approaches the depth at which he's hurt you before, but this is where he stops, drawing back to start again. when he still doesn't press deeper on the second stroke, your find yourself whining in frustration.

"i want it all," you mumble, stretching your body away from the restraints over your head, doing your best to push your hips towards him as he sinks deep again.

he caresses your waist appreciatively. when he speaks again, you can hear that he's starting to lose himself. "we'll see, baby. just be patient."

he doesn't make you wait long. releasing your hair, his hands find your hips and tilt them how he wants you, an angle that makes you moan.

"you do like this," he's pleased. "should i spank your ass, too?"

he clenches his teeth and delivers a firm smack without waiting for a reply. you react with a surprised cry and a jolt of your hips.

"yeah," he pants, moving relentlessly. "more? or are you going to admit that you're a slut?"

"seonghwa," you whimper, your fingers curling into the leather belt, hanging on for dear life.

when he smacks you again, you can feel your body wrapping tighter around him, and by the soft growl he makes, he can feel it too.

"mm, you feel that? you must really—" he grunts as he hits you again— "like this, huh baby?"

your thighs are shaking now, and you can feel yourself gushing around his cock. every sound you make is lost in a desperate whimper, but his strikes have begun to sting a little.

"does it hurt, baby? just tell me you're my slut, and i'll stop."

under different circumstances, you may be able to hold out a little longer, but combined with your exhaustion, you're already a mess. you manage to choke out, "i like it—i like it, i'm a slut, please—"

he slows at your words, a gentler version of his touch dropping to rub over the tenderness of your skin.

his slower pace has you trembling on his cock, and he's patient with you as you catch your breath.

"you okay, angel?" his voice is no longer aggressive in the slightest. "do we need to stop?"

"no," you shake your head, maybe a little too eagerly. there are only a handful of words swimming in your brain, so you say some of them. "please—please. don't stop."

he hums, easing a hand up and down your spine before bracing against your hip and, despite your plea, pulling his throbbing length out completely.

you shiver as he does so, groaning at the loss of contact. it's not what you wanted, and your pleasure now sits as if it has been shelved. put away. you can't help but feel a bit upset.

as you recover a bit, his fingers find the clasp on the belt and give a quick pull, releasing the tension. the strain of being stretched out on your stomach for him is mostly found in your shoulders and wrists, and you let them fall slack for a moment. recognizing this, he rubs the tired muscles on your back for a few minutes before asking anything else of you, letting you settle into the sheets. he moves to stretch out beside you, tracing patterns into your skin. you grumble, but don't push his hands away.

"here, baby," he eventually says softly, grasping your hips and coaxing you to turn over to face him.

you give a soft groan, compliant to him, letting him pull you closer by the waist. he just smiles at your grumpy pout.

"when you're ready," he promises with a kiss to your forehead, an open invitation.

"i'm ready," you insist, weakly pushing him onto his back. he could easily resist, but complies with your gentle touch. you take a small breath and then lift your shaky limbs over his body.

he chuckles softly, steadying you with his hands. his voice comes out caring and low, "are you sure?"

you settle your hips over his, ignoring the encumbering ache of exhaustion. he seems to see right through your tiredness, and helps you position yourself, looking up at you with quiet admiration.

you drag your sopping cunt over his length, satisfied when he lets out a groan of a sigh, his head tilting back, his eyes falling shut.

"oh, angel..."

your breath is getting quicker again out of excitement. you try not to hurry the slow slide of your hips over his, but eventually your impatience wins over, and you reach down to lift his cock to your aching body.

his eyes flutter as a sigh escapes his chest, rising and falling with your thighs. you sink down onto him, burying him as deep as he'll go. his hips rise to meet yours, making you let out a soft squeak of pain. when the noise hits his ears, he drops back onto the mattress, his eyes locked on yours now as he sits up.

"sorry," he murmurs, pushing the hair from your face with gentle fingers. his breathing is labored. he seems to be itching for friction.

you shake your head to indicate that it's fine, bracing your palms behind yourself, on his thighs. your fingernails dig in slightly as you start to ride him.

a muffled, strangled noise bubbles up in his throat as you begin moving. "fuck..."

"more of that," you beg between breaths.

his gaze is unfocused and hazy, but he keeps it on yours. "hmm?"

"more noise," you beg.

a smirk decorates his pretty mouth. "but baby, everyone else will hear—"

you come down slightly harder over his hips, eliciting another groan from him. it's louder. catching his breath, he glares at your satisfied smile.

"naughty," he notes, his octave dropping into that gravely measure while one hand smooths up your thigh. his eyes sink to where your hips are rolling, and he tilts his head to let out another sound, this one softer, more desperate. "fuck, angel..."

he gathers himself to watch while you gradually pick up the pace, growing faster until you're practically bouncing on his lap, which is filthy wet now. his grip on your hip is firm, and becomes tighter the faster you go, squeezing until it almost hurts. his tongue sits on the edge of his lips, his gaze hungry as he takes you in, panting and sweaty overtop him.

somehow, although technically in control, you have the notion that you're not the one in charge here. he confirms the inkling with a single word.

"slow," he says, amidst a purr and a groan.

you oblige, as if rewarding him for all the sounds he's making for you. in reality, you're hopelessly submissive to this particular version of him. hell, maybe to any version of him.

he responds by releasing his hold on your hip, leaving the reddened marks behind to push on the underside of your breast with his palm. his thumb hovers over your nipple, poised like a teasing threat.

"stop moving," he whispers. "just for a second."

you hesitantly abide.

"good." his thumb starts making slow circles over the sensitive nerves on your breast, causing your stomach to tighten. "now start slow, and steady."

you're starting to shiver, your thighs screaming for a break, the pleasure not helping. as you roll your hips, you whimper, "hwa..."

"that's good," he sighs. "just like that, angel. keep going."

you swallow and continue the agonizing pace. in your restless state, one of your hands drifts down so you can touch yourself, effectively soaking your fingertips.

his eyes flick to your wrist, then back up. "did i tell you to do that?"

you can't help but whine. you're too desperate, and you don't stop what you're doing.

he lets out a disapproving rumble that makes your stomach flip. "you're getting too bold up there."

you start to pull your hand away, but he catches your wrist in a firm grip, his eyes blazing. "your fingers are all wet now. lick them clean."

the only response you can muster is a blink of surprise.

your hesitation only seems to fuel him. he releases your fingers, but not before raising them to hover in front of your mouth. "go on."

your face burns. your hips have stopped their gradual saunter, and you have to take a moment to assess what this new command is doing for you.

he waits with patience, simply watching you think this over. you know you can say no, that he'll move on and continue with something familiar instead. yet... you do love to please him.

his gaze intensifies as your lips part. you take on the taste of your middle, then forefinger, never taking your eyes off his. he hums in satisfaction when your lips close around the digits, and then you're sucking and licking in slow circles, withdrawing your knuckles gradually.

he takes a moment to relish your obedience. then, as your glistening fingertips lower to his thigh again, he raises his hand to the back of your neck, pulling your mouth toward his.

you only have time to gasp softly before his tongue is in your mouth, collecting a thorough taste of what's left of your arousal. in the dizziness of the kiss, you hardly notice him hiking your thighs up around his waist, fitting his palm to the small of your back.

in one swift motion, you're underneath him again, but now your head is hanging off the edge of the mattress.

he separates his mouth from yours, but not before savoring the feel of your bottom lip between his teeth for a moment. you're both breathing heavier. his hips move slightly, a small rhythm, as if on their own accord. it's sticky where his base teases against your sensitive cunt, and the sensation makes you squirm. and then he's pulling out, leaving cold air to rush in. in protest, you reach for his waist, and he lets you pull him flush to your shivering form.

"the poster," he says, kissing sloppily on your neck now.

"mmh?" you look up, or rather across the room from your upside down view. there's a poster of the blueprint of a light saber on the opposite wall. you're not really sure why he's pulling you out of the headspace of sex, but you look at it anyway, your voice a breath away from a whisper. "what about it?"

"look at it. don't pull your head up, don't take your eyes off it. zone out if you have to."

you blink a few times, not quite sure what he's getting at until he grabs your hips with both hands, taking a steadying breath.

"ready?"

you only have time to swallow before he slams his cock into you, and then again, forcing a sputter of cries from your mouth.

"fuck," he sighs, unrelenting. "fuck, you feel so good—not so disobedient from underneath me, now, are you?"

he's got your thighs pulled up on either side of you, the underside of your knees tucked against his elbows. his thrusts are smooth and forceful.

"such a mess... such a fucking mess..."

you whine and squirm as his movements grow smaller but more intense. the way your head hangs off the edge puts a slight arch in your back that he seems to be taking advantage of.

he lays into you without mercy. "so good... just keep your head back like that, so i can see your pretty throat..."

one of his hand finds its way over your skin, clamping down over your neck, though not tightly. his sounds grow more desperate, as does his pace.

"seonghwa," you pant, but it turns into a gasp as his palm then slides down the middle line of your body, all the way down until his thumb brushes the base of his cock.

he pushes down into the hollow between your hips, rubbing repeating intervals into your clit.

your back really arches, now. "seonghwa! seonghwa wait, i—"

"what is it, baby?" he coos, his voice getting lost in labored breath. "close?"

you nod, closing your eyes, your hips shying back away from his, pressing as far into the mattress as they'll go. you hadn't noticed, but your fists are knotted into the sheets again.

"stay put," he mutters, his gasps for air growing more erratic. his hips chase yours. "i want you to give in to me."

you resist, though your legs are trembling. "seonghwa..."

a growl of desire tears from his throat. "come."

you try to say something, but all that comes out is an incoherent, "mmh—"

"come for me. come on my cock."

you won't have a choice soon.

"baby, i'm..." he tries to regain confrol of his breaths. although you can't see him, you can feel the moisture of his palm, mixing with your own, and you know he's probably covered in a sheen of sweat. the mental image makes your stomach coil.

"seong—" you can't even finish his name now.

"that's it," he encourages, feeling your body tense underneath his hand. "good, now just... come for me, baby, come on my cock..."

that gentle tilt to his tone is what does it. you're shuddering before you even give in, and he lowers himself over your body, gripping your hips now, coaxing you through the orgasm.

"good," his groan is as soft as his whispers now. "god, yes... god, you're so good... fuck..."

when you go limp in his arms, your heart stumbling along and your breath trying to keep up, he presses a couple slow, fervent kisses to your neck.

"hwa..." you feel like your senses are lost in radio static.

but he's not done with you. gentler than before, he drags your body towards himself, giving your head an anchor to rest on. his grip on your hips is soft now, and soon he lets go completely, instead taking your fingers and pinning the backs of your palms to the sheets.

"i love you."

at first he says it quietly, the words mumbled between his mouth's ministrations on your collarbones. when he says it again, it is uttered with a sort of reverence.

"i love you."

you feel your breath catch harshly in your throat. you return a broken, "i love you."

he raises his head to asses you. "are you alright, angel? can you still take me?"

you nod, incoherent to everything but him now. your eyes are closed.

"that's my girl..."

his hips start to move, spreading you open again. he begins a slow, deliberate worship of your body. a slow fuck. the tension that had slipped away after your release begins to brew again. your fingers squeeze his, grounding you in the floaty feeling.

"seonghwa," you breathe.

"keep saying my name," he pleads while he tucks his face into the crook of your neck.

you're still in a bit of a daze, but you're surprised that he seems to be enjoying this more than what he was doing before. "seonghwa..."

he exhales shakily in response. his pace becomes a bit quicker, but only enough for your body to notice. you widen your thighs without thinking, and the sounds that follow make you blush.

"fuck, baby," he whines. "you're so wet."

he's not wrong. you're practically gushing around him. by the way his lungs seem to tremble, you can tell he's approaching his plateau.

"seonghwa," you mumble desperately. "come for me."

the invitation makes him shudder. his breath is hot on your shoulder. "oh, god..."

you push your body towards his, arching into his ministrations. your own breathing starts to get rougher again.

his fingers give yours a light squeeze before he releases them and instead slips his forearm beneath the arch in your back. his mouth connects with your skin again, and though the rhythm of his breath is heavy, he finds his words between the impatient kisses.

"i'm going to... mmh, i'm going to make... make you come again..."

you shake your head, tilting your hips to give him an angle that will pull him deeper. he reacts with a grateful groan, lifting his face to your ear. without warning, he bites—more of a nibble, really—and the hot condensation on your lobe raises goosebumps.

"seonghwa," you whimper, which only encourages him.

"come for me," he pleads, right against your skin. "don't make me beg. i can feel your pussy squeezing. you're close again, aren't you, angel?"

his soft-spoken nature has you completely on the edge again. you fight off the pulses of pleasure threatening to take over and instead focus on weaving your free hand into his hair, soliciting another groan from deep in his chest.

his lips next kiss on a spot just beneath your ear. "where do you want me?"

your inhale freezes before it can escape, and instead comes out as a handful of largely incoherent words. "deep, i—please, fuck, inside, you have to—mnh, hwa—"

he grins against your skin, the heel of his palm pressing into yours while he adjusts himself, allowing his hips to stall.

amidst this momentary reprise, you gather your breath. you're just in time, too, because he can't seem to stay still. the slow fuck continues, only much less slow now. your breathing returns to uneven staggers.

"okay," he murmurs, planting a small kiss on your jaw as you fight to be good and lay still for him. "i'll give you what you need."

you resist the urge to squirm as his pace starts to build within you. he kisses across your face to your mouth, seeming to speak directly to your tongue.

"relax, baby..."

it's difficult to do as he says while he grinds so thoroughly into your hips. at least you manage to hold off the sudden rush of tension begging to be released. his more frequent sounds of pleasure aren't helping.

"seonghwa," you plead in an exhale. "seonghwa, please, i'm—"

"shh," he soothes, holding your torso against his while he rocks into you, shaking the bed a bit. "i've got you, i've..."

neither of you are finishing sentences anymore. in a bout of urgency, his hand shoves yours into the sheets where your fingers are still clasped. he catches your mouth in a quick kiss, muttering, "oh, fuck—you want it?"

you nod, gasping out affirmation. the sensations have brought you all the way back up, and now he's about to cave with you. "yes, yes—"

"take it," he demands, pushing himself as deep as he can.

as you cry out, he holds you there, not letting you move as you feel the heat of his release, long enough awaited.

his hips twitch as he indulges himself in your kiss. "ohhh, fuck, oh, angel..."

his hand grips yours in nearly-painful tremors for a moment. your legs are fully shaking.

in a sudden tenseness, you clench up completely, your cry soundless, and then all at once you're a sensitive, quivering mess. this release is followed with an exhaustion that weighs right in after you've fully finished.

he seems to feel the same. after a moment, seonghwa lets out another curse and collapses onto your body. a blissful brain fog floods your head.

you lie there for a moment, recovering, the both of you filling the silence with heavy respiration. you find it in yourself to rub soothing touches into his shoulders and spine despite the heaviness of your limbs, completely lost in what he's done.

as if pulling him back to earth, your fingers seem to snap him from his thoughts, and he lifts himself off your chest to let you breathe better, starting on the harrowing task of detaching his body from yours.

you reconcile the loss of his warmth by crawling up to the pillows and slipping your arm around one of them. he's not far behind, sighing as he settles down behind you.

he lets you rest for a moment, his fingers scratching small circles into your back. a thick sleepiness settles over you.

"we should get cleaned up," he kisses your shoulder.

you protest with a sleepy noise. you don't want to move, and you don't want him to move either.

he just chuckles. then, raising himself from the sheets, he pulls his heavy blankets up to your shoulder. from the shift of weight on the mattress, you can then tell that he's gotten up, and based on the quiet sounds, he's finding clothes.

"where are you going...?" you trail off, rolling over, your tiredness weighing your eyelids down.

"shh. i'll be right back, baby."

his warm lips brush your temple, and then, through waves of sleep insisting on dragging you under, you are vaguely aware of seonghwa leaving the room.

in the lonely silence, you start to drift off. soon, though, he returns, and lifts the blankets off of you, effectively freeing whatever warmth you've managed to condense underneath them.

you protest with a groan.

"hey," he murmurs, putting something warm and wet against your thigh. "i need you to open up, angel. one more time."

you can feel your blush, but you're too gone to fight it. you let him pull your thighs apart, his touch gentle as he cleans the sweat and other moisture off your skin with the damp towel.

"we'll..." he sighs wearily, shifting above you, probably discarding the towel. "we'll deal with the rest tomorrow, yeah?"

you nod, shivering a bit. the warmth of his body returns, this time his skin flush with yours, and he herds the blankets back up over the both of you this time. he encircles you in an embrace that makes any remaining tension flee from your body.

"mmh," he groans, settling into place. "god, you're so good for me..."

"no, you," you manage faintly.

he chuckles a bit, nuzzling his nose into your hair. "feeling okay?"

"perfect," you murmur.

"still jealous?"

you groan and make the weakest attempt to push him away, which only results in him tightening his hold on you, entirely amused.

"kidding, kidding..."

you intend to reply with something smart, but the strange concoction of bliss, exhaustion, and remnants of soju blend together, rendering you useless except to snuggle into him. you choose not to consider the type of hangover that this kind of drunk could bring you, and instead let yourself be coddled.

"good night," he murmurs.

"'night..." you muster, fading fast. "happy... birthday..."

he just smiles, placing one last small kiss on your shoulder before letting you sleep.

[croquettish]

Hello! Jamuel anon again, by the "unlikely" I did mean their difference in status, you got that right. I love your analysis of them!

A lot of people hc Sam as being reluctant or wary of John at first, but the way he's ready to just kill Henry simply because he asked after him? Makes me think there had to be something that would make Sam trust John from the start, no hesitation, and John being queer would explain that.

Also I love that Sam would clock John, because honestly, that man is not good at hiding it lol. I heard that little giggle he does when Henry's like "NOOOO I'm Hans' escort and bodyguard, not his page" and and I knew John knew. Takes one to know one so to speak.

(Also Sam's arched eyebrow in that scene in peak too)

YES EXACTLY, you get me!!!! I'm so glad the analysis passed muster :D

THAT GIGGLE. John clocked Hansry about as fast as Sam did, I swear. Both of them would have an amazing gaydar, not that he would have needed one with John. You say he's not good at hiding it, but I almost think he doesn't... try to... all that hard. He exists very comfortably in the margins. Would that we were all as secure in our sexuality as John is.

I do think that when we meet Sam they're already together, no question. Of course he'd kill a man (or two, or ten) for his... what word do we even use here. They're wearing rings! Do they consider themselves married in the eyes of God? Betrothed? I NEED MORE INFORMATION.

I reckon it took John like two nights at most to convince Sam (who owns a tavern!!!) to drink with him and considering the wine aunt lush that John is I cannot imagine that they would have only had a little bit to drink. Wouldn't surprise me if it was a drinking contest that led to some... telling conversation. John asks him to stay one night to drink and chat and Sam (knowing full well the danger that John poses to his self-control) is like, I am already protecting you, it is not my job to keep you entertained as well, at which point John naturally baits Sam by suggesting that he's managed to drink far bigger men than him under the table, and surely he's not about to pass up the chance to be the one to best him. Sam is whip smart, so he knows John's game even before going into it (which John would love, I bet he yearns for people who can keep up with him), but he can't help but point out that the people he drank under the table before were most likely not tavern owners. And just like that...

[1-900-venusluvs]

i still adore you, I swear

🍃! Plug! Miguel x Fem! reader !🍃

A/n: guys i was mf arching my back and typing this out on my laptop n I'm so glad ppl like the first one I rlly appreciate itt pookies! also I had to crop some of this out cause my man was full on arching his BACKK but credits to JesGreenEight for this banner!!!

cw/smut warning: pure smut, Miguel being a freaky man, weed, shitty ending bc y'all KNOW i'm absolute dog dookie at writing them, creampie, oral (m receiving), somewhere in it I said that reader has a bad reflex and I'm so sorrayy.

So now here you are, smoking a joint with your plug. The harsh yet sweet aroma of weed filled his room. He passes the joint back to you letting you take a rip. You cough a little from the smoke clouding your lungs but still manage to have a smile. You pass the joint back to him without a word. Breaking the silence Miguel spoke in an almost slurred tone. 

“I know it’s not the weed speaking but has anyone told you you're so attractive, ma?” His veiny hand finds your thigh before rubbing the flesh without knowing. You immediately snicker as you answer back in a flirty tone.

“Hmm no Miggy they haven't” he trails his hand closer and grips your inner thigh while chuckling, you two were just on the moon. He replies to your comment after taking a hit.

“Honestly I should show you how attractive you are to me.” your eyes widened at his statement but you were intrigued at most. The way his shirt hugged him, the way you can see his cock print through his sweatpants. It was all so feverish. He comes closer to you with his lips up to your neck making the hair stand up practically. 

“You smell so good.” he finally says before placing kisses on your neck making you moan. His kisses go lower to your chest. He takes off your shirt revealing your skin to him. He instantly kisses your neck now having his hands on your waist, pulling you closer. The smell of weed and anticipation is clouding the room. Your panties are already soaked from when he first called you attractive. Before you know it he speaks in an entertaining tone.

 “How about you taking it out for me?”

 You instantly pull down his pants and his underwear. His cock bounces to his stomach before standing back up. His cock was decorated with some hair. Your breath caught in your throat after realizing how hot it was. You knew it was wrong but it felt so damn good, you can say that.

He puts the palm of his hand on your cheek as he rubs your bottom lip with his thumb, he looks down at you with love in his eyes. Were you always this pretty? 

“Look at those pretty lips.” 

he says in an admiring tone. You faintly smile before giving a couple of kitten licks and then actually putting your whole mouth on the tip. 

“You like that?” You mumble out on his cock. Miguel could’ve just came right then and there. He saw how sexy you looked with your soft lips wrapped around his cock like a glove.

 “There you go” he muttered under his breath. You push your head deeper onto his cock but you choke on it due to your horrible gag reflex. You pull back with a saliva string pulling with you.

“Hmm, Miguel..” 

 you say, slurring your words a bit. You were cockdrunk from him. 

“You did such a good job, didn’t you? m’ so proud baby.” He spoke out while looking down at you. He breaks the moment of silence by saying. 

        “Think you can bend over for me mami?” He says before stroking his cock. You bend over to feel his huge hands grabbing and kneading the fat of your hips and pulling your pants down. He gasps and chuckles when he sees your panties with a wet spot making it noticeable. “I see you getting wet for me.” He says.

 He pulls your panties to the side to see your plump lips soaked It just looks like you wanted to get fucked by him. He knows what you need, Just let him guide you. Suddenly you feel his fat mushroom tip lay on your clit. 

“Are you ready bunny?” He just makes you feel mushy inside even if he’s saying simple things. You nod your head before preparing for his cock. He shoves his tip in, You whimper as you can feel being stretched out by his thick tip. 

“Awhh shit. Your pussy’s huggin’ around me.” He moans out. He can even admit that your pussy did make him moan and groan. He has fucked many girls but they all just felt like he had to do it. With you, it feels special. 

“Hmm, M-miggy..please move..” you moan. Your moans sounded pornographic. He bucks his hips into you while grunting. 

“Ah this pussy got superpowers or somethin’ hm?” He jokes before smacking your plump ass. He loves the way it jiggles when he smacks it even lightly. 

“God d-damn.” You manage to yelp out. He thrusts deeper into your pussy. “Fuck you're gonna make me cum. Can’t believe I have your cute ass under me.” 

After minutes of moaning and groaning, you feel a full feeling. His cum sprays inside your cunt and you feel it Immediately fill your cunt up. When he pulls out his soft cock you can feel you can feel his cum leak out of your cunt.

“Your mine got it? my stock is coming soon but you're mine from now on,” he says hugging you to the bed and holding you fairly close to him. You feel butterflies roam around your stomach when you see his hand on your lower waist. Before you even spoke you heard his snores filling the room. You giggle quietly at the fact that he fell asleep in a second.

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[thesunisatangerine]

against all odds (to wait for you is all i can do) – part two

alexia putellas x photojournalist!reader

warnings: implied sexual content

(a/n in the tags) [parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve]

word count: 2.5k

You weren’t sure what woke you at first but when you opened your eyes, you found the brilliant, early morning light that streamed through a crack in the curtains. Groaning, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, not missing the unmistakable rustling of clothes somewhere at the foot of the bed. 

Peeking over the sheets to the source of the sound, you found Ale working to put her pants back on, her bare back to you. You propped yourself against the headboard as you watched on, biting your lip at how Ale’s tattoos deliciously shifted over her rippling muscles. She picked something up from the floor before she turned towards the bed and you caught sight of the darkening marks on her neck and chest. When she saw you looking at her, she smiled, a little bashful, which you returned in kind.

“What time is it?” You cringed at how you croaked out the words.

“Early. You should go back to sleep.” Ale said, putting her bra on as she kept your gaze.

You hummed. “I could say the same for you.”

Ignoring what she said you sat up on the bed, allowing the sheets to slide down and settle by your waist as you stretched. Ale’s eyes wandered to your chest which, you supposed, bore the same marks you could see on hers, and you relished the attention. Once she found your eyes again, you sent her a knowing smirk before you left the bed, headed to the closet where you grabbed the nearest fresh shirt you had, and tossed it to Ale. 

Without even looking at the shirt, she caught it with ease. You raised your brow, both in question and in wonder. In response, Ale just smiled innocently at you. Ale pulled the shirt over her head, hiding the marks from view, then she moved towards you, her eyes dark and shining with intent.

Your body remembered last night’s endeavours before you did: every nerve in your skin lit up in anticipation for Ale’s touch, a fuse waiting for a spark. She laced an arm around your waist and pulled you flush to her front with a strength that left you breathless, her clothed body firm against your bare flesh. Without your heels she almost towered over you that you had to stand on your toes to wrap your arms around her neck. You closed your eyes when you felt the words she spoke against your temple.

“As much as I’d love to stay, I have to go.”

You sighed, unable to hide your disappointment. But what did you expect? You knew what you were getting into last night–you knew this was meant to only be a one-time thing. Besides, you were never one for relationships anyway; all your dalliances were brief and fleeting, ending before they ever got serious. Still, something about Ale pulled you to her, a force that compelled a desire to get to know her. The logical part of you already accepted the fact that you’d probably never see her again after this, but a small part of you wanted to rebel and resist that fate. 

Unsurprisingly, logic won out.

“I shouldn’t keep you, then,” you whispered against her collarbone. Ale shivered and that made you smile: it’s good to know you weren’t the only one still feeling the effects from the previous night.

“You’re not making this easy,” she whined and you laughed. 

“Alright, alright. I guess it’s time for me to let you go.”

There was a moment of silence but not an uncomfortable one. You looked at her, soaked in how her features caught the morning light, how her fair hazel eyes almost appeared like twin golden suns. You were tempted to kiss her lips then but you settled for a chaste one on her cheek instead. “Keep the shirt, to remember me by and… a thank you for last night. It was wonderful.”

“I had a good time, too,” she hummed, a small smile on her lips. 

You returned her smile, and then you gently pushed her away as you took a step back. “Go, Ale.”

Ale stood there for a moment more, took one last look at you, gave you one last smile and she was out of the bedroom. When you heard the front door shut, you sighed again as something akin to regret settled in your bones. Maybe you should’ve at least asked for her number…

“So… did you have fun?” A deep voice filtered through the speaker before you saw the familiar mop of blonde hair and blue eyes on your screen. You rolled your eyes at his dry tone but you smiled nonetheless.

“Oh hi, Derek, I’m doing fine! Thank you for asking!”

Derek gave you an unimpressed look. “Come on. I need details cause that club was exclusive for a reason. So, did you hook up with someone?”

“Dude, stop! That’s so–” you shook your head, a palm over your face. You swore if he wasn’t family you would’ve… you breathed through your nose. “Thank you for the pass and everything but I’m not obligated to tell you shit.”

“Fine, I see how it is. Just ‘cause I’m not there you’re keeping secrets from me now, huh?” He raised an exaggerated eyebrow. 

“Then maybe you should’ve come here with me,” you retorted with faux annoyance. “What’s the point of you owning a house in Barcelona if you’re not going to use it? It’s literally rotting here! The fact that you haven’t even put any personal things in here is criminal!”

“And let this agency burn down to the ground while both of us are away? Pfft, yeah, right!” Derek scoffed. “You know it’s either you or me who can keep watch around here. Besides, the house can wait and you’re using it now, right? So, a win-win in my book.”

He was right but you weren’t about to tell him that so you opted to change the topic. “How are things on your end anyway?”

“Chaotic, as usual. And it doesn’t help we’re now down two–actually, three including you–of our best in the Spot News department.”

At that, you sat up from the couch, alarm and dread filled your body and you brought the phone closer to you. “Oh my god, did something happen?” 

Derek sighed heavily, his demeanour clouded over as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “It was Jones and Gilda–they’re stable, don’t worry!–they got caught in a flash flood on the way to the base at their area. Sick with some minor injuries, Jones more so than Gilda, but thankfully they’re both okay.”

At that, you breathed out in relief. You were well acquainted with the dangers that came with your job but you could never get used to how quickly a situation could get from bad to worse. The mere thought was enough to turn your hands cold. 

“When did this happen?”

“Early morning today in our timezone.”

“Oh, fuck. Derek, why didn’t you call me?!”

“Dude, you’re on leave. And it’s not that I didn’t want to let you know, I just wasn’t about to wake you up in the middle of the night to give you this headache. I’m just about done with the paperworks anyway.” A moment silence, then Derek sighed. “You really chose the worst time to go on leave. You know, I had to send Jersey to start covering Spot.”

“Not my fault you authorised it. I was happy to wait another month, remember? Wait, so if Jersey is doing Spot, who’s doing Sports?”

“I know, I know, don’t remind me ‘cause I’m already regretting it. And no one’s doing it. Spot coverage is more important but–”

“–we get a decent sum from Sports, too,” you finished for him. You did some quick estimation in your head: a month or two without Sports could prove costly, too great of a sum to let go. You hummed, rubbing your chin, but it didn’t take you long to realise that you could help out, your mind immediately fleeted to your conversation with Ale and her suggestion.

“I’ll cover it, Derek.”

“No. You’re supposed to be enjoying your leave–”

“Derek.” You fixed a stern gaze at him, the one you knew that he knew meant your mind was made up. Then you proceeded to reassure him that it was fine, and then you told him about your plan. “Alright, then, I’ll leave the press passes to you.”

“I’ll e-mail them to you once I get ‘em, most likely by tonight your time. I–” 

“Derek, you got to see–” Another voice filtered through the speaker while you watched as Derek turned his head to the side and held his hand up to whoever it was before returning his focus back to you.

“Okay, as much as I’d love to keep talking to you, Robert just brought me a huge stack of paper so I’m going to bail.” 

“Alright. Have fun, you. Talk to you later.”

“Ha ha, very funny. But seriously, thank you.”

“No worries. Kiss Mom for me when you see her.”

“I will. Love you, sis.”

“I love you, too.”

After calling Jones and Gilda to ask about their condition and to send them your well wishes, you decided to spend the rest of your day at the nearby square and the beach. A day as good as this wasn’t meant to be wasted by staying inside so you grabbed several rolls of film and your beloved Leica camera before heading out. 

It was already late afternoon when you found yourself trudging along the shoreline of one of Barcelona’s beaches, appreciating the orange-tinged skies and how the gulls called from above. When you looked to the horizon, you found a mother and her little daughter paddle-boarding just a hundred meters from the shore. You could see almost no details in the shadows of their silhouette but the large setting sun framed them in such a way that you felt to take a shot of the moment. So you adjusted your aperture accordingly, pressed the viewfinder against your brow, lined up your shot, and pressed the shutter.

“I thought you looked familiar… And I was right.”

Your thumb froze over the advance lever when you heard someone speak from somewhere behind you. That voice… could it be?

You whipped your head over your shoulder and found none other than Ale standing there. She was wearing a pair of jean shorts, a white opened blouse that put her toned abs and Nike sports bra on display, loose hair slightly damp, with a leash in one hand that lead to a small, fluffy dog. She also had on a pair of black wraparound sunglasses that she moved to the top of her head, revealing her hazel eyes that captivated your gaze immediately.

You could hardly believe your eyes and your luck; you already accepted her fleeting presence in your life but to meet her again in a city as big as Barcelona without any means of contact… that surely was nothing short of a miracle.

“Ale, hi! I–I never thought I’d see you again,” you said after you finally found your voice but as soon as the words left your mouth, your cheeks warmed. What were you supposed to say to a one night stand in this situation, especially when you clearly wanted it to happen again?

“Me neither. I should thank Nala for dragging me out here.” Ale grinned as she glanced down at her dog by her feet. You crooned as you bent down, then you offered your hand first and only after Nala licked your knuckles did you proceed to pet her.

“Thank you, Nala, for taking your owner for a walk.” At that, a hearty laugh came from Ale which caused Nala, who seemed to be overjoyed by the sound of her owner’s delight, to yip and wag her tail. And just as quickly as she had, she seemed to get bored and began to bound forward, urging Ale to move as well so you stood up, brushed the sand from your palms, and fell in step with her. 

For a moment, the space between you was filled by the sound of the waves, the sound of the shifting sand beneath your feet, and the ever-bustling noise from the city. Then you recalled your conversation with Derek this morning.

“I thought about what you said, about covering women’s football. I’m going to be given a press pass for a match, not sure which one they’ll give me, though. But do you know of any big matches coming up?”

“Really? That’s great! Do you have any particular team in mind or…?”

“Research is still on my to-do list so no, not really. I’m all ears for suggestions, though.”

“I see. Well, there is this match coming up: Real Madrid and Barcelona. Since you don’t know, there’s rivalry between the two teams so any match between them tends to get crowded. You should come watch.” 

“That sounds like a good one. I hope that’s what they’ll get me into. Will you be there?”

“I hope so, too. And yes, I’ll be there.” As she said this, her eyes shone with a glint not dissimilar to what you saw in them the night you met. Her lips tilted to the side, closed but quirked at the corners like she was holding in a laugh. If it weren’t already clear that night, it was now–you were definitely missing something here.

“What?” You asked, confused. What was she not telling you? But at the question, Ale only let out a small giggle, grinning as she did so.

“Nothing, nothing,” she said, shaking her head. You didn’t believe her but you let it slide one more time and the fact that she looked so distracting didn’t help either.

She had her head turned to you, her loose hair framed her face and strands fluttered in the cool, ocean breeze. You had to tilt your head up slightly to meet her eyes and, without any bidding, memories from that night and the morning after filtered through your mind: the way she held you against her, the way you wanted her to stay… maybe you should ask her if she was free tonight.

“–what do you have in mind?”

You blinked. “What?”

Ale threw her head back, letting out another hearty laugh before she looked at you and you saw amusement swimming in her eyes. Then, she continued with a smirk, “you asked if I was free tonight. I said yes. Or… was I not meant to hear that?”

Your ears and cheeks burnt while you internally cursed your slippery tongue.  That was smooth. Real smooth. “Ummm…”

You woke the next morning with a delicious soreness between your thighs, a pleasant reminder of the way Ale ravished you last night. Similar to the first morning after, you heard the rustling of clothes being put on. But before you could fully open your eyes, warmth from Ale’s lips branded the skin on your shoulder. 

“I have to go. See you next time?” Ale murmured softly. You shifted slightly to the side and you saw how the sunlight behind her gilded her hair with an amber halo and made her eyes appear like molten gold. 

Brushing a loose strand behind her ear, you hummed in confirmation and pressed your forehead sleepily against the sharp line of her jaw, closing your eyes as you did so and you whispered, “you know where to find me.”

[mrdixon]

My eyes only

pairing: established daryl x f!reader

wc: 4.4k

warnings: 18+ content, “christmas light bondage” (iykyk), whipped cream, praise, oral (male receiving), fingering, p-in-v, unprotected sex, kinda overstimulation, creampie, mentions of aftercare

summary: christmas with daryl

A/N: merry LATE christmas!! was debating making this a sub daryl fic but maybe next time… rugged muse chapter 2 will most definitely be the next fic posted….

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You were waltzing around the house, throwing around decorations while your husband slept blissfully unaware upstairs. You threw on one of his shirts, wearing your fluffy pajama pants underneath. You had set up his Christmas present next to the tiny artificial tree on the counter, the present wrapped with a cute red ribbon on top.

You chuckled as you plated some sugar cookies you made the night before, making two mugs of hot chocolate, topped with whipped cream.

You moved towards the record player and flipped through the different records, settling for some Christmas music to really set the mood. Humming the tune to yourself quietly as you softly walked up the stairs, smiling widely when you found Daryl by the doorframe of your room.

His matching pajama pants hung loosely around his hips, you had to do some convincing to get him to wear them. He rubbed his eyes, yawning as he glanced you over. “Yer wearin’ my shirt?”

You took notice to the lack of clothing on his upper half, “I am, why? You couldn't find a shirt?” You chuckled, walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. He grunted in response, his arms sliding around your waist while he buried his face in your neck.

“Wha’ the hell is tha’ noise?” He grumbled into your hair, pulling back to investigate. You giggled as you followed your husband and watched him stumble sleepily towards the stairs, the Christmas music becoming more clearer the farther you both went down.

He stood at the base of the stairs, clearly stunned by the effort you put into making this Christmas the best one yet. You walked up behind him, threading yourself around his arm.

“You like it?” You murmured, looking up at his face. Daryl had never experienced a real Christmas before, so this was all new to him. He wasn't emotional but you knew he would’ve been, instead his eyes just glanced around.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, looking down at you. “It's nice,” he leant down to kiss your forehead, his free hand moving to the back of your head. You sighed contently, leaning in to his kisses before grabbing his hand and leading him to the counter. He sat on one of the stools, letting you slide over the mug of hot chocolate to him. Though not liking sweets all that much, he didn't complain and sipped it.

You chuckled and pointed towards the gift by the tiny tree, his head turning to look at it. He quickly looked back at you and raised a brow.

“For me?” He asked, you nodded in response and watched him grab the box. He stared down at it for a moment, nibbling the inside of his lip before pulling the ribbon and letting it fall away. He lifted the top of the box and looked inside, a smile creeping onto his face. He pulled out the scuffed wood figurine of a dog, he looked at you, your hands clasped together as you waited for his reaction. His gaze travelled down to your hands, noticing the little cuts and scratches on them, presumably from carving this figurine yourself. He chuckled and looked back at the figurine, placing it down on the counter before returning to the box. He pulled out a small film camera, his eyes sparkling. You knew how much he loved taking photos, you being his favourite subject. He thought he was being secret about his hobby but you noticed, you always did.

“Like it?” You asked nervously, your hands still clasped together.

“Like it? I love it,” he breathed out, leaning in to kiss you tenderly. “Thank you so much babe,” he smiled a genuine smile, one you loved seeing. He muttered something before getting up and running up the stairs, you sat still and waited patiently for his return.

He ran back downstairs, his hand behind his back. You tilted your head slightly, a wide smile on your face as you looked at him.

“’s not much, but I also got ya somethin’…” he mumbled and revealed a small fox plushie. You giggled when you saw it, taking it from him and laughing joyfully at it.

“Oh my god, Daryl!” You giggled, looking down at the plush in awe. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, sitting back on the stool.

“I found it when I was out the other day,” he murmured softly. “Figured ya’d like it.”

“Oh I love it,” you smiled brightly at him before engulfing him in your arms, “I love you so much, thank you.”

“I love ya too,” he said muffled by your hair while he draped his arm around your waist, “love ya so much.” He got up to properly hug you, kissing along your neck lightly. His kisses tickled but you let it happen, squeezing him. You pulled back to kiss him briefly, and then sat down on your own stool. He watched you pick up your mug and drink some of the hot chocolate, smiling softly at you. Your eyes darted over to him and you chuckled.

“What’s with that look?” You scrunched up your face, he shrugged and bit his lip.

“Yer just… gorgeous,” he mumbled, “my prettiest girl.” He reached forward to wipe some whipped cream off the corner of your mouth, bringing his thumb to his mouth to lick it off. His gaze shifted down to your lips, rubbing his chin while you watched desire glaze over his eyes. You stood up slowly and looked over to the counter where you grabbed the can of whipped cream before walking over to him. His head tilted upwards to look at you standing over him, you watched his adam’s apple bob when he swallowed.

His hands found purchase on your hips, looking up at you while you held the whipped cream in your hand. “I got another gift for you…” you whispered.

“Mmh, yeah?” His voice quivered, his fingers rubbing your hips. “Have a feelin’ I’ll love it.”

“You will,” you whispered and leaned in to kiss him, a small whimper left his mouth while your free hand came up to cup his cheek.

Your thumb rubbed back and forth against his cheek as his tongue prodded at your lips, seeking entrance. You smirked into the kiss and let him in, your tongues tangling as his grip on your hips tightened. You pulled back and squirted some whipped cream onto your finger, wiping it onto his nose, then his cheeks. He scrunched his face up at the feeling, his eyes shining as he looked into your eyes, curious as to what you were doing. You just smiled sweetly, your tongue darting out to lick the cream off his nose, leaving open mouthed kisses on his cheeks. He let out a low chuckle at the feeling, wiping his face after you were done.

“Wha’ are ya doin’ now?” He grinned, shaking his head while his hands rubbed up and down your sides. “Gonna let me have ya?”

“I will…” you hummed, unbuttoning your shirt and handing him the whipped cream. He raised a brow, glancing down at your cleavage. “What? Gotta make it enjoyable.”

“Suckin’ on yer tits is already enjoyable,” he snorted and pulled you onto his lap. He helped push off your shirt and placed sweet kisses on the tops of your breasts, you hummed delightfully and took the can from him. He pulled back and watched as you sprayed some whipped cream on your breasts, the cream slid down but he caught it, with his lips.

You let out a quiet hum as he sucked on your breasts, licking up the whipped cream that stained them. Your fingers threaded through his hair as he licked you clean from the sticky mess, his eyes half lidded when he looked up at you. You grinned, feeling his erection press against your ass.

“Wanna go upstairs?” You hummed sweetly, gently rubbing along his temples. He didn't reply, picking up the ribbon and camera before standing up with you in his arms, walking towards and up the stairs. You giggled, squeezing around his neck and pushing his face into her breasts. He grunted but placed small kisses onto them as he walked into your shared bedroom.

He placed you down on the bed, the camera placed down next to you while he kissed from your neck and down to your stomach. Your hands dropped the whipped cream and went into his hair, rubbing along his biceps.

“Enough of tha’,” he mumbled to which you raised a brow. He took the ribbon you wrapped his gift with and took your hands, tying them together.

“Hey,” you started, trying to pull your hands apart. He shook his head at you, tightening them even more, but not enough to hurt. He then took your arms and pulled them above your head, using the extra ribbon to tie them to the headboard. “I wanna touch you..” you whined.

“Not righ’ now,” Daryl chuckled, leaning down to kiss your lips while pulling off your pajama pants. You could feel his teeth bite into your lips, pulling back to bite at your neck. You sighed softly, your eyelids fluttering closed when his large hands gripped onto your thighs, keeping you from spreading your legs.

His tongue slipped out to taste your skin, a small whimper escaping your lips as he dragged his tongue down your body. He pressed an open mouthed kiss on the space below your belly button, his thumbs rubbing against the thin fabric of your panties. His warmth left you suddenly and you opened your eyes to see him kneeling above you, the camera in hand snapping photos of you in this position. You blushed, turning your head away only to be turned back, his one hand holding your face as he took photos of you.

“These better not be seen by anyone else,” you warned lightly. He pushed your thigh playfully.

“Nah, ‘s fer my eyes only.” He mumbled, biting his lip as he snapped a few more photos before placing the camera down. He picked up the can of whipped cream, squirting some into his mouth before coming down to kiss you. A delighted noise escaped your mouth as you tasted the sweetness of the cream, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth. He broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you two while he looked into your eyes. “Where did ya put the rest of the ribbon?”

“In the closet, brown box on the floor.” You murmured, your breathing unsteady. He kissed your lips once more and then got up, your eyes watching his back as he got to the closet. You heard him rummaging through the clothes, turning around with a thick red ribbon in his hand. A mischievous smirk played at his lips when he crawled onto the bed, watching your confused expression.

“Relax,” he murmured, his fingers dancing over the silky material before pulling it under your neck, around and tying it. “Too tight?” You shook your head and he smiled at you, tying the ribbon into a bow. He leaned over you to grab the camera again and started taking more photos of you, rubbing his bottom lip while he did.

“What’s this for?” You grinned, winking for the camera. He chuckled and ran his fingers through your hair, gripping it tightly and took photos of his hand in your hair.

“Yer my gift righ’? Gotta make sure ya look the part,” he snorted and released his grip on your hair. He placed his palm on your chest, running it over the curves of your breasts and down your stomach before stopping right on your mound.

Your lips parted in a silent cry when his thumb came down to rub your clit over your panties, pressing hard against it. You tugged at your restraints but they didn’t budge, you squirmed as he continued his relentless attack on your bundle of sensitive nerves. He breathed a little harder once your arousal started seeping through the thin fabric, your moans getting louder. He replaced his thumb with his pointer and middle fingers, rubbing them against your folds, groaning as your panties became damp. Your head fell back as well as you stopped resisting against the ribbons keeping you restrained, your mouth open to let out noises of pleasure.

His hand left your clothed pussy, a whine of protest escaping your lips while you lifted your head again. Daryl only smirked at you and picked up the can of whipped cream once again, making two tiny dollops on your nipples. Your breasts shook as you laughed, shaking your head.

“You’re such a freak,” you laughed as he snapped photos of you.

“Well yer the one with whipped cream on yer tits,” he chuckled and bent down to suck on your right nipple, his wet muscle swirling around the bud. You whined, squeezing your legs together to suppress the aching between them. His hands pushed them apart as he moved to the other nipple, licking you clean of the mess. Your pussy throbbed violently, your muscles straining to pull your legs together again, but his strength was stronger. His teeth bit on your nipple, your eyes meeting his piercing ones when you looked down. Daryl’s eyes were full of pure lust and affection, his lips wrapped around your nipple, moving down to leave hickeys along your breasts. You sighed heavily, biting your lip to silence any noises from leaving your mouth. His hand suddenly squeezed your other breast, “I dun’ like tha’. Keep moanin’ beautiful.”

You let out a deep breath as he pulled away, watching him pull his pajama pants down along with his boxers. His cock sprang out, a pathetic moan left your lips when you saw it. He almost laughed, watching your hands scratch at your own fingers in anticipation. He groaned deeply, taking his thick cock into his hand and stroking it while watching your panties get even wetter just at the sight. He caught you licking your lips and moved to your side, kneeling by your face.

“Come, look at me baby.” He murmured and gently took your face in his hand, his other holding his cock. “Ya wanna suck me off like a good girl?”

You nodded eagerly, opening your mouth as you looked up at him with those wide eyes. He smirked and rubbed your cheek with his thumb before sliding his cock into your mouth, taking his time. Your tongue ran across his slit, tasting the saltiness of his precum. Daryl let out a low groan, one hand cupping your jaw while the other went into your hair. Your tongue ran down his length, tracing over the one angry vein while you breathed through your nose. His hips bucked forward involuntarily, causing you to gag on his cock. He murmured an apology and rubbed your jaw, slowly rocking his hips back and forth, not going too deep into your mouth.

“Such a good girl fer me, suckin’ my cock like tha’..” he praised, tugging your hair ever so lightly. His head lulled back, the grip on your hair tightening as his thrusts got quicker. “Fuck… jus’ like tha’..” It was harder to breathe but you couldn’t care less, looking up at him as you continued to swirl your tongue around his length. His groans became more erratic, thrusting deeper into your mouth. The head of his cock pressed the back of your throat, making you gag.

“Good baby… so fuckin’ good, ya take my cock so fuckin’ well.” He moaned, looking down at you. Your teary eyes looked up at him as he continued to fuck your mouth, one hand was rubbing your jaw while the other pulled your hair back. Your hands yearned to touch him, pulling at the ribbon but to no avail, didn’t come free. You closed your eyes and heard the sound of the camera shutter, hearing quiet murmurs from him. You flattened your tongue against his velvet skin, taking him impossibly deeper into your mouth. He cursed loudly, pulling his cock out before he could cum. You coughed, saliva dribbling down your chin. He released your hair and brought both hands down to wipe your face. Your head felt light, almost like you were drunk on his cock. Your lips made contact with his, an involuntary moan leaving your mouth into his at the contact.

He moved away from you, moving towards the bottom of the bed. Finally, he pulled your panties off. Your pussy fluttered at the cool air, your breath hitching as he ran his fingers through it. His fingers pushed in, groaning at how easily they slipped in.

“Jesus christ girl, so wet huh?” He teased, rubbing his fingers tips on the inside of your wall. Your head throwing itself back as rough moans escaped you. Your nails dug into your palms, gasping for air. He dragged his fingertips along your walls as he pushed in deeper, his thumb rubbing your needy clit.

“Daryl…” you let out a sob, tears prickling at your eyes. The sensitivity was too much, though having not done much yet. He shushed you, continuing to pump his fingers in and out of your while teasing your clit. You felt you legs go weak, a cold feeling in your feet as you cried out softly. “Dar… please I can’t…”

“Ya can, gonna make ya cum fer me.” His free hand reached up to rub circles around your nipple, “can ya do that fer me? Huh gorgeous?” His fingers curled inside you, hitting that soft spot perfectly. A loud cry erupted from your mouth, feeling that knot tie, threatening to snap. He rolled your nipple in his fingers, his other hand speeding up the pace. Your legs thrashed while your hands pulled against the ribbon, moans leaving your lips involuntarily. “C’mon pretty girl, yer doin’ so good.”

The praises whispered into your ear threw you over the edge. Your walls closed in on his fingers, throbbing around them as you came. You gasped, groaning deeply as your eyes closed. He kissed your forehead softly, the hand on your breast coming up to your neck. His lips moved down to kiss you, your soft lips moving with his while the hand caressed the space below your jaw comfortingly.

“Good girl,” he mumbled against your lips, “can ya handle another one or do ya wanna stop ‘ere?”

“No… no I need you,” your voice was hoarse. He nodded and pecked your lips quickly before moving back to kneel between your legs.

“Guess ‘s time I unwrapped my gift.” His eyes glimmered, reaching forward to pull at the ribbon around your neck, letting it lay around your shoulders before reaching up to free your hands. You sighed in relief, your arms coming down to lay by your sides, his own fingers rubbing the skin on your wrists. “All good?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck. He chuckled and kissed the inside of your biceps, lifting your thighs apart and around his hips. His elbows came to rest on either side of your head, leaning over you and kissed the tip of your nose. You let out a quiet giggle that was soon replaced by a whimper as he pressed the head of his cock against your clit.

You breathed heavily through your nose as he rubbed his tip up and down through your folds, teasing your already sensitive pussy. You turned your head to the side, closing your eyes while your chest rose and fell with every heavy breath you took. Daryl’s lips found your jaw and licked across it, pressing gentle kisses along your jawline.

“I ain’ gonna make ya wait any longer, ya’ve been such an obedient girl.” He whispered into your ear, his hot breath tickling you. He reached down with one hand to take hold of his cock, guiding it into your depths slowly. His length invaded your warm wetness, stretching you out. A soft moan emitted from your mouth, closing your eyes. His body trembled above you, clearly holding back from pounding roughly into you. He wanted to be as gentle as he could with you, making sure it wasn’t painful. As soon as he bottomed out in you, he let out a deep throaty groan, pressing his forehead against yours. His hips stuttered as he held still in you, moving his hands to the sides of your head.

“I’m good, move… Daryl please move,” you whined softly, feeling his lips kiss your cheeks gently. He shushed you, withdrawing his hips slowly, feeling your walls grip onto him. He pulled out just so his tip was inside before slamming back in, a choked moan releasing from your lips. He kept his face buried in the crook of your neck, you could feel his heavy breaths against your skin. He repeated this movement, keeping it slow but deep.

Your nails gently dug into his back, rubbing over the crescent shaped marks with your fingertips. He grumbled, his chest rubbing against yours as his pace slowly picked up. His cock slid in and out of you with ease, as well as moans escaped your mouth more freely. His hands slid down your sides, finding its place on your hips. He leaned back, sitting on his knees, your thighs over his as he bucked into you over and over.

The angle was just right, hitting the soft spongey part deep inside you, the part that made your eyes roll back into your head and see stars. The base of his palms lay along your pelvis, his fingers wrapped around the sides of your hips, pulling you towards him to meet his thrusts. Your hands couldn’t figure out where to go, alternating between squeezing his wrists or squeezing your breasts. You could feel his cock pulse inside you, dragging along your velvety walls with every stroke.

“Mmmh, look at ya… so perfect fer me,” he rasped, taking that damn camera again and snapping photos of you. “So pretty, gorgeous.” Your eyes fluttered shut, mewling softly. You could hear him toss the camera to the side, his palms landing flat on the mattress by your sides, ramming himself into you roughly. Your face screwed up in pleasure, your brows knitted together in pure ecstasy while your jaw went slack. Your moans filled the air with the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, and soon you felt a warm heat in your belly.

“Mmph, Daryl..” you whimpered, squeezing his hips with your thighs, signaling your impending orgasm.

“I know, ‘s okay.” He murmured sweetly, leaning over you to kiss you. His kisses were soft and gentle, contrasting with the harsh thrusts he gave you. The head of his cock kissing your sweet spot every stroke, causing your back to arch and press your chest against his. He took the opportunity to slip his arm under your back, his free hand coming down to squeeze your ass. His breath was heavy and his kisses turned sloppy, so you knew he was also close.

“I’m gonna cum,” you moaned out.

“C’mon girl…” he groaned, the hand on your ass slipping down to your thigh and pulling your leg over his shoulder. You threw your head back in bliss, moaning loudly as the angle changed. The head of his cock directly abusing that spot of yours, sending hot pleasure up your body. Your own hands grasped at the sheets, knuckles white with how hard you were squeezing. “So fuckin’ tight, gonna cum fer me?”

“Yes!” You shouted, your throat hoarse and your moans raspy. You surrendered to the pleasure, laying limp against the bed as he continued to fuck you deeply. Obscene sounds of your pussy squelching around his cock filled your ears, the bedsprings squeaking with the intensity of his movements.

“Good girl, c’mon.” He moaned, biting his lip as he pushed his limits. Your mouth opened wide in a silent scream, eyes rolling back as you came. Your walls tightened around his length and he groaned shakily, “shit, fuck.” You felt his warm release coat your walls as he came inside you. His hips stuttered, moving back and forth slightly as he fucked you both through your orgasms. He collapsed on top of you, his lips sucking on your collarbone. You out a sigh when he pulled out, his body leaving yours. You just closed your eyes, your pussy throbbing around nothing as his seed poured out of you. You heard the snap of the camera once again and raised your head.

“Stop that,” your grumbled, a small smile on your lips. “I gave you that to take pictures of the pretty things you like.”

“Yeah? Well I’d say you and yer pussy are quite the pretty things.” He snorted, moving off the bed and into the bathroom. You sighed and shook your head, closing your eyes as you lay back. The sound of water running could be heard from the bathroom, soon Daryl emerged again holding a damp cloth. You breathed out quietly as the cold water met your warm skin, his hand making gentle ministrations in between your legs to wipe you clean.

After he was done he kissed your forehead and tossed the cloth in the hamper before crawling into bed next to you. You scooted closer to him, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he pulled you in. He placed another kiss along your temple, rubbing your shoulder.

“Enjoyed your gifts?” You giggled to which he squeezed you, picking up the camera and flipping through the photos. He let you look which you eventually turned away from in embarrassment, “ew wait, delete that.”

He laughed, kissing your lips. “Not a chance,” he sighed and put the camera on the night stand, pulling you flush against his chest. “It was perfect, I love ya darlin’.”

You smiled up at him, rubbing his stubble with your thumb. “I love you too, Daryl.”

He let out a deep breath and wrapped both arms around your small frame, rubbing circles into your lower back. “So… are we goin’ out later today?”

“No way Dixon,” you chuckled. “My legs are weak.” He chuckled, leaning down and kissing your jaw, breathing in your scent.

“Good, I dun’ mind stayin’ in bed all day…” He raised a brow to which you narrowed your eyes. He practically pounced on you, giggles leaving your lips as you both squirmed under the blankets.

Seems you won’t be leaving the bed today.

[curdledbeefcake]

as an asexual

thank you to writers who are. vague as hell. when writing smut. like

WOAH MAMA!!!!

nothing gets me going more than a

skip to the next morning

has me on cloud nine, best night of my life

i will be seeking ya’ll out

[alinacore]

is it just me or am i starting to prefer fluff over smut? dont get me wrong i love a good smut but like fluffs and angsts get me in my feels. just me?? ok

[wickjump]

im gonna start posting fanfic recs btw whenever i find good ones. both here and my (awfully barren) 18+ account. because there are so many good fics out there with so few hits and fewer kudos and sometimes no comments period and it SUCKS because i REALLY LIKE THEM A LOT.. and i hope that by linking them here and yelling at everyone to COMMENT DAMMIT they might actually do it

seriously though any comment means a lot. most people who read a fic don’t even give a kudos. even if the fic wasn’t top tier, if you didn’t dislike it, hand over some kudos!! and if you liked it, comment!!!! even if the comment is one singular heart emoji it will be appreciated. if the comment just says “great fic!” the author will be happy. your comment doesn’t have to be this long winded gushing or analysis.

so many authors quit writing or lose motivation because the comments are few and far in between or just sometimes nonexistent. trust me when i say authors don’t care about how long or cool or smart sounding your comment is i promise!!!

i hope that mmmaybe recommending fics and telling people to comment might help fics i really like get more support maybe. and i, points at you reading this, hope that you will listen!!!at least a little….at least sum kudos….

[someprettyname]

OH MY GOD I JUST HAD SUCH AN AMAZING PLOT IDEA FOR A HUGE ASS ISAGI FIC RAHHHHHHHH (well it can be anyone but since I'm so whipped for isagi-)

LET ME COOK I SAY 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[strayed-quokka]

babydoll || ji changmin || masterlist

↳ Changmin isn’t popular nor is he rich, whereas you run on the other end of the spectrum, spoilt and living on your dads credit card. when you’re tasked with kicking him out of the biggest party of your year, you come to realise he’s not all that bad. unfortunately, falling in love with the ji changmin is your one way ticket to social suicide.

↳ pairing: ji changmin x female reader + ex lee juyeon x female reader

!!! this is not a love triangle !!!

~ rating: NC-17 minors please do not interact with this work

↳ genre: enemies to acquaintances to reluctant friends to lovers, slowburn, drama, angst, happy end but it takes a long ass time, rich girl broke ass uni boy

~ warnings: high society bitch of a reader, an unadressed eating disorder (limited), drug use, sex while on drugs, a lot of sex (will add individual warnings to chapters), sex with juyeon, maybe you fuck him twice, sex while high, taller reader with longer hair but no colour description for the plot, jokes and implied tone about death/wanting to die (not meant), obsession with weight and beauty standards, juyeon is manipulative and toxic, emotional abuse, physical abuse (not reader and not in detail), everyone needs therapy, past self harm (not reader, not in detail, descriptions of scars), deep self loathing and insecurities, bullying, changmin calls reader little doll, reader wants to look like a doll, nicknames such as darling and princess, classism

!!! if I missed anything or I remember something else I will add it to the general warnings. there’s a lot of drama but it isn’t as dark as the warnings probably imply it to be, but it also isn’t a light read.

↳ words: 70k + blame the slow burn

a/n: this was meant to be a 20k one shot then changmin said sike so I had to split it up into multiple parts so that tumblr wouldn’t break because it said it would 💔 this is dedicated to @sanaxo-o because she’s never given up on this fic even when I wanted to throw it out the window. no one loves babydoll more than her. thank you @mosviqu for reading this every night when I add a little extra and make you hate juyeon and thank you @sungbeam for the banner cause mine was clearly trash.

I joke that I’ll retire once I’m done posting every part of this fic but we all know that’s a lie. I did pour all my energy into this though so please be nice to me or say nothing at all LMAO. again, I wanna disclaimer that there are some specific physical attributes to this reader which I usually avoid doing but for the story itself it was necessary.

let me know if you wanna be on the taglist 🩵 started: 25.7.24

~ teaser

~ act i

~ act ii

~ act iii

↳ i aim for just three chapters if tumblr allows it but depending on final length this might have to change

©️strayed-quokka, please do not steal, translate, reuse or rewrite as your own

[beastandwolverine]

For what it is, this has done better than I expected! 😀

[bippityboppity69]

Cyran/Merlin-Remember me

This was requested by anonymous! Who asked for some Cyran/Merlin smut with plot of them being in a relationship at Lyceum. I hope you enjoy!

Serene Lyceum. One of the most prestigious magic academies in all of Esperia. Many a student dreamed of attending such a school. After all, it was the school where the great Merlin had not only trained.

Now for where said Merlin was…

“Cyran!”

The young man nearly lost his balance at the weight that collided with his back. Wind milling his arms as he regained his balance. Sternly glaring at the snickering white haired mage.

“Hi Cyran~”

“Merlin.”

“Oh, don’t be such a sourpuss.” They teased, tapping his nose. “Come on, why are you studying on break?”

“Because not all of us are the great Magister Merlin.”

Merlin rolled their eyes at the title, “Yeah, the 20 year old who caught the greenhouse on fire this semester is the greatest mage ever. You don’t really believe that do you?”

Cyran bit back his laughter, “It was impressive, I don’t think I’ve ever heard Professor Clover scream like that before.”

There was a moment of silence before a snort left Merlin. Followed by loud laughter from the two. Giggling and wheezing as they recalled the day. Merlin leaning against Cyran’s shoulder, wiping the tears from their eyes.

A sigh left Merlin, “That was funny.”

Cyran caught their sad smile, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I talked to Hammie the other day and she mentioned something about being Merlin…”

Concerned at their sad expression, Cyran leaned over. Wrapping an arm around their shoulder as he pressed a kiss to their temple.

"Was it about a past life?”

“No. She said that…Merlin would always forget.” They were shaking. “I-I don’t want to forget! I want to remember the academy and my friend and you! Why do I have to forget?!”

Cyran grimaced, hugging Merlin to his chest. Rubbing soothing circles on their back as faint sniffles left their shaking form. Hammie, Merlin’s hamster familiar, often helped them through some of the side effects of being Merlin. Helping with controlling their magic and such. Still that… was horrible news. Would Merlin truly forget? What a truly horrible fate.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay Merlin.” Cyran soothed. “Did Hammie say anything else?”

Merlin sniffed, “S-she said that sometimes if a memory was strong enough, I could remember it through my other lives.”

“Well then, I better make every memory the best I can.” He gently teased. “So that you can always remember and I already know how!”

Merlin looked at him in confusion. Right before busting into laughter as fingers tickled along their ribcage. Cyran paired this with dotting kisses over their face. The deadly combo working it’s magic.

“Ah! U-uncle!” A snort left Merlin. “Uncle!”

Cyran stopped with the kisses and tickles, smiling as he caught Merlin’s expression. Face flushed with a happy smile, eyes bright with tears of laughter.

“Feel better?”

They nodded, “A lot better. Still, it scares me, I don’t want to forget you Cyran…”

“Then I shall do my best to give you strong memories.” Dropping his voice low as a mischievous glint appeared in his eye. “If you want, I could give you one tonight~”

Merlin’s face flushed darker, even their ears turning red. Burying their head against his chest as inaudible mumbles left them. Cyran couldn’t help but chuckle, combing his fingers through their hand. He loved making them flustered, it also helped to distract them. Now, how could he make an unforgettable memory?

“Oh, you know how I’ll be training under the royal mage of Cedartown?”

“Mhm. What about it?”

“I decided to study up on ice magic since it’s so cold and I found a few interesting uses for it.”

“Oh?”

“And I’ll show you those tonight.”

“I’ll meet you at your room. We would have no peace at mine.”

“See you then love.” Pecking them on the cheek before they could rush off.

[Later that night]

A tap at his window made Cyran rush over. Opening it to find a grinning Merlin floating in the air. The mage landing gracefully before he scooped them up into his arms.

“Sorry I’m late. Hammie and Chippy just went to sleep.”

“That’s alright, you’re here now.”

Pulling them into a kiss, arms wrapping around his shoulders. Fingers danced along the nape of his neck before threading through his black hair. Trailing kisses down their neck, gently nipping at the curve of their neck.

A soft sigh leaving Merlin as they tilted their head back. Cyran carefully placing them on the bed, moving back up to their mouth. Hands sliding under their shirt, he took a moment to channel ice magic to the very tips of his fingers. Trailing them along Merlin’s spine.

“O-oh!”

“Like I said.” Cyran whispered as he dragged his fingers up and down. “I found some more uses for ice magic~”

Nipping at their earlobe, channeling ice to the tip of his tongue. Licking their jaw, smiling at their gasp. Moving his hands to their torso, fingers pinching their nipples. A squeak leaving the mage underneath him.

“Ngh, Cyran~”

“Do you like this?”

“Yes~”

“Good, we’re not done yet.”

Fingers trailing down under their robes, past their hips. Sliding between their legs, Merlin jolting at his cold touch. Claiming their mouth as his hand stroked and teased. Quieting their moans as he felt them shiver.

“Off.” Merlin mumbled against his mouth, tugging at his robes.

Clothing quickly thrown off without a care where it landed. Each bit of skin exposed was another inch that Cyran explored. He would remember every bit of Merlin, commit every part to his memory. All while he made sure Merlin would remember his touch.

Ragged pants filled the room as Merlin grabbed his shoulders. Shivering as his fingers moved faster inside them. Nails dragging down his back, leaving red lines against pale flesh. The way his long fingers felt was amplified by the cold temperature.

Pleasure steadily rising higher and higher. A whine leaving Merlin when he pulled his hand away. Face and chest flushed, gaze looking at his hand. Averting their gaze as Cyran licked his fingers before reaching over to a small pot. Two fingers dipped into the liquid before returning, warmed by his magic.

“Mhm~”

“Think you can take me?” He asked, placing kisses along their neck.

A leg wrapped around his waist, pulling him against Merlin. “Absolutely~”

Lowering his hips, soft moans leaving the two of them. Cyran slowly moving back and forth, one hand on Merlin’s hip. Using his other to pinch their nipples, tugging and rolling.

Merlin arched their back as he thrusted deep. Digging crescent moons into his shoulders. Moaning at the cold touch, leaning up to claim his mouth with theirs. The room filling with their combined sounds.

"Ah~ Cyran~”

Trembling hands tried to hold onto him, unable to tighten their grip. A low moan leaving Cyran as he pressed his hips against theirs. Panting as he tipped over the edge, Merlin scrambling under him.

Soft breaths were all that broke the silence of the room. Cyran pulling out before bringing Merlin close, hugging them. Feeling arms wrap around his chest, uncaring of the sweat.

“I’ll find a way.” He mumbled against their forehead. “I’ll break the amnesia curse. You’ll be able to remember.”

Merlin didn’t say anything, their grip on him tightening. Burying their head against his chest, one hand resting over his heart. Perhaps they would be fortunate in this life. Hammie had said that sometimes they lived for a hundred years without a reset. Maybe this was one of those!

A voice in their mind whispered an apology.

~~~~

“You know as a mage, I can feel it.” The black haired mage spoke as he spun Merlin. “There’s something special about you.”

Merlin raised an eyebrow at the royal mage of Cedartown. What was his name? Cyran right? Squinting at him, Cyran…Cyran, the name seemed familiar?

A low chuckle left him as he grabbed their hand in his. Moving close to them, his free hand moving over a strand of hair.

“Soon.” He whispered. “I have almost found a way. Just wait a bit longer.”