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mercy-burning · 3 years

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Move This Along

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: After months of waiting, Spencer decides he finally wants to have sex with Reader. Category: SMUT (18+) Warnings: Language, sex (oral sex- female receiving, virgin!Spence, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie) Word Count: 5.6k

Full Request: “...so a smutty oneshot with like virgin!spencer but im talkling like baby spence. and hes super blushy and cute but then when it happens its rlly raunchy and therws a lot of dirty talk. and like reader doesnt work at the bau but theyre close friends. and like she goes out to a bar with him and the team and they tease him so then she takes him home and literally fucks him after a movie or smth idk...” — @mggscumrag

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NOTE: It took me forever to figure out how I wanted to do this, but once I did, it came out so quickly! I hope it’s to your liking 🥰

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The first time she went out to meet Elle's friends from work, Y/N found herself absolutely nervous, and she wasn't sure why. She was always great with meeting new people, but for some reason, the prospect of meeting her next-door neighbor's co-workers seemed to really do a number on her.

She remembers how anxious she'd been, constantly worrying that they wouldn't like her, not to mention they were all probably super smart and strong and intimidating, just like Elle. Anyone who aided in putting away serial killers, rapists, and other monsters had to be just about the most intimidating personality there ever was.

But as Y/N soon learned, that wasn't quite the case at all.

To be fair, they were all intimidating in their own little ways, though it was really easy to forget about that when she was laughing with them, sharing drinks and stories, and exchanging phone numbers to stay in touch.

That's how she and Spencer had come to be good friends. Despite how obviously shy he was whenever they saw each other, the two of them managed to have conversations on just about everything. It usually happened that he talked and she listened to whatever he was teaching her, but she'd always add on the occasional, "Wow, I didn't know that," or "That's really fascinating." All of which she could tell he was surprised at and appreciated.

And since the first time they met at Elle's birthday party, the night she met the whole team for the first time, they'd been practically inseparable. While Y/N was good friends with the whole team, save for Gideon, who always seemed to like it better by himself, her relationship with Spencer seemed to even surpass the bond she'd built with her neighbor-slash-best friend.

Elle even told her as much one Saturday night, as the two of them were driving to the bar to meet up with everyone for a few drinks.

She'd mentioned it as a joke, but Y/N was instantly apologetic.

Elle only laughed. "Don't apologize. Actually, I think it's good that Reid has another friend outside of work. You're good for him. And you know, I think he has a little crush on you."

Warmth rushed to Y/N's cheeks, and she tried to hide it but failed miserably, causing Elle to give her a knowing smile. "Y—You don't know what you're talking about, Elle, it's not like that."

"Oh come on, it totally is. You give him the light of day when no one else does, he talks about you all the time, and everyone at work knows it."

She paused. "They... do?"

"Of course they do, we're all profilers, but it doesn't take one to see how obsessed that boy is with you. I think you should go for it."

Y/N would have been lying if she said she hadn't thought about asking him out. But in the end she had always figured it was a little weird, being that she was friends with all his and Elle's co-workers and she'd kinda been adopted into their family of sorts. But hearing what her neighbor was saying... She started to think differently about it.

"You really think so?"

Elle nodded. "Absolutely."'

"Okay," she replied with an excited smile. "Maybe I will, then."

A week later and the two of them started dating. Y/N always thinks back to the first few weeks of their relationship, how adorably shy and blush-prone Spencer was, even after they'd been together for some time. They spent almost all their free time together, and it still seemed like he was nervous to be around her. He'd assured her on multiple occasions that that wasn't the case, but Y/N still wondered why he hadn't fully warmed up to being around her.

Especially in public. Oh, in public it was worse. Y/N clung to his arm, and his face immediately got red. What confused her the most, though, was that every time she pulled away to make him more comfortable, he pulled her back in, seemingly desperate to feel her warmth.

In the end she and Spencer had grown to develop their own little communication system for public settings, something to let the other know when something was really wrong, and when to ask if the other was comfortable.

One night everyone was meeting after a rough case somewhere in Denver, and Y/N offered to buy everyone drinks once Spencer had called to tell her they were all back. It wasn't out of the ordinary for her to do that, but it had been a while, so everyone was quick to except. Well, mostly everyone— Gideon as per usual went his separate way, and Hotch was eager to get home and see his family.

Y/N was waiting for them at their favorite bar downtown when she heard a loud squeal that sounded a lot like her name. Sure enough, it was easy to spot a very yellow-clad Penelope Garcia headed straight towards her with her arms stretched out for a hug when she turned around. The smile she adorned was instantaneous as her arms came out a well, embracing Penelope with a large hug that almost knocked the wind out of her.

"I missed you!" she exclaimed, still hugging Y/N and swaying them back and forth a little. "I mean, I know I don't ever travel with the team, but because of that we should hang out more."

"Next time I need some company, I know who to call."

Y/N spotted Spencer then, behind Penelope and patiently waiting for a greeting. She smiled at him and whispered, "Hi," to which Penelope must have heard.

She quickly released her from their embrace and stepped out of the way. "Oh! I'm sorry, I'm keeping you from your boy wonder."

She laughed as she transferred from Penelope's arms to Spencer's. He muttered a little, "Hi," into her hair as she squeezed him and shoved her face into his neck. If she had to bet, he was probably red as a tomato right now with how close her mouth was to his neck—it was his weakness and she knew it. And just to tease him a little bit she quickly kissed up his neck, his jaw, and placed a decent peck on his lips before pulling away and grabbing his hand.

Despite the shy smile and the blush adorning his cheeks, he squeezed her hand tight and kept her at his side like they would die if they weren't touching at all times.

Everyone gave little greetings to Y/N as they all made their way to a large booth near the back. Y/N was sitting on one side with Elle to her right and Spencer to her left, while Derek, Penelope, and JJ sat across from them. Y/N got them all their preferred drinks, and a beer for herself, which Spencer couldn't help but find oddly attractive.

He glanced over at her as she took swigs from the bottle as the night progressed, and for whatever reason the sight made his insides all warm and tingly. And when she used her unoccupied hand to grab his under the table, rubbing gentle circles over the inside of his palm with her thumb, he'd never felt more in love with another person. He wasn't even drinking any alcohol, yet his head swam and his heart soared all the same, every bone in his body humming with euphoria at just the mere thought of her.

He must have been staring a little too obviously, because Derek kicked his leg under the table, pulling him from the lovesick daydream he never wanted to leave.

"I can't tell if those are cute ol' puppy dog eyes or bedroom eyes," Derek laughed, and everyone laughed right alongside him.

"Oh, stop it," Penelope said, swatting his arm. "He's obviously just very in love with her, what more could you need to know?"

"Oh, come on, tell me you're not curious to know how they... operate."

She smacked him harder this time, and everyone laughed.

Knowing her boyfriend didn't really care for the spotlight, especially when it came to their relationship, Y/N squeezed Spencer's hand under the table in reassurance. She drew a question mark in his palm, their signal for, "Are you uncomfortable?" And he responded by drawing an "X" in her palm, their answer for, "No." She laced their fingers together then, and set her beer down.

"Morgan, our sex life isn't any of your business," she stated simply.

Spencer felt his stomach churn at the sentence, if only because said sex life was, as of late, non-existent.

He and Y/N had made out a lot, sure, but the one time they did try having sex, he made it about ten seconds being inside of her before he finished, and since then he'd been kind of embarrassed about it. They only ever made out since then, because before it ever got that far he stopped it, nervous that he'd disappoint her.

And now his non-existent sex life was the topic of conversation, and if anyone picked up on it, he would have felt worse about the whole thing.

So, he didn't stop himself from speaking. "But if you must know, it's great."

Y/N's hand tensed up in his, and she looked over at him, shock marinating in her eyes. To anyone else it would have looked like she was surprised he'd even bring it up, but he knew she was most likely more curious to know why he'd lied about it.

Their friends laughed regardless, Elle adding a curious and joking, "Care to elaborate?"

Ready to change the subject, Spencer shook his head. "Nope."

"Yeah, actually I think we're gonna head out early," Y/N added. Spencer was suddenly worried he'd made her upset, but she rubbed gentle circles into his hand that reassured him everything was okay.

He got out of the booth and Y/N followed, as their friends grumbled.

"Oh, come on, we didn't mean to embarrass you guys," Derek said.

"No, that's not it," Y/N said as she threw on a light jacket. "You just reminded me how much I'd like to operate with my boyfriend since I haven't seen him in a few days, so we're leaving. Have a good night."

Spencer felt searing heat rise to his cheeks as he turned around and ushered Y/N out the door, accompanied by low whistles and claps from their friends.

***

The two of them were sitting on the couch now, Y/N having just set down a couple classes of water.

"Sorry if you wanted to stay," she said quietly, playing with her thumbs. "You know we don't... actually have to operate if you don't want, obviously, I was just looking for something to say..."

"Oh, Y/N, I know. Don't worry about it. Really, I... I was the one who even brought it up, I should have just let you handle it."

She looked up at him with a small smile. "Why.. did you bring it up anyway?"

"Well, I... I guess I just felt embarrassed. And I know what we do together isn't any of their business, but I was just... I really was thinking about how much I love you, and when Morgan brought it up, I felt like I wasn't... living up? To your expectations? I don't..." He sighed, unsure how to properly articulate how he was feeling. "I don't know. I just thought about the last time we tried having sex, and I felt embarrassed about it, that's all."

"Oh, honey," Y/N cooed, scooting closer to him and bringing her hand up to brush some of the hair from his face. "You know, you... don't have anything to prove, right? I know how much you love me, and you don't need to be having sex with me to show me, I hope you know that."

Still, he couldn't bring himself to look at her face. "I do," he choked out, pulling at the hem of his shirt. "I'm... I'm sorry."

Y/N's tongue clicked, and she leaned into him, wrapping one of her arms around his neck and placing the other across his lap. She held him tight and kissed the side of his head. "Don't you ever be sorry, unless you cheat on me. Then there will be something to be sorry about."

He laughed at her joke, turning his head to brush his nose against hers. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she whispered, giving him the lightest of kisses on the lips.

When she pulled away, he leaned in again, kissing her a little harder, and she gladly reciprocated. With every passing second, all of his worries started to melt away like the snow to her sunshine. Within every kiss was an emanation of outpouring love and comfort that warmed his soul and gave him the confidence to try something bold.

His hands threaded through her hair as he drew her in closer, and instinctively, she climbed over his lap, resting her hands on his shoulders as he gently probed her mouth with his tongue. The sound of her sigh as she opened up to him and allowed him to fully explore her mouth with his made his stomach bubble and tense.

This would be about the time where he'd stop, telling Y/N that they should slow down, and she'd sweetly oblige and stay cuddled into his side as they drifted off to sleep.

But tonight he didn't want that.

Tonight he wanted more.

While one of his hands remained in her hair, gently massaging her scalp, the other snaked down to her lower back. He gently slid his fingers under the fabric of her shirt and pressed his palm flat against her, pulling her closer to him with a desperation that both shocked and excited her.

Deciding to test the waters, Y/N rolled her hips, feeling him jump slightly underneath her, followed by a whine that vibrated her mouth and sent a low hum of pressure through her stomach.

Still, she pulled away.

Well... She tried to.

When she pulled her face away from him, Spencer used the hand in her hair to bring her back, tilting his head in the other direction and continuing to kiss her with enough passion for the both of them. And it didn't help that the sound she made when he did it spurred him on. She whimpered loudly into his mouth, and the hand on her back involuntarily slid down to grab her ass.

"Hey," she managed to get out when he pulled away momentarily for air. "Hey, you don't... We don't have to really do this if you don't want. I—I don't want you to think that what happened earlier means we have to have sex."

"Y/N..." His hand gently kneaded her ass, and against her better judgement, she rolled her hips again, sighing out against his lips. "I don't want to put it off any longer... Really, I... I want to. I want to show you how much I love you."

She kissed him softly again, bringing both of her hands up to cradle his face. "You already do. Every day."

She was giving him an out, and Spencer appreciated it. But with the way his insides were practically melting away at her presence, he knew more than anything that this was what he wanted.

"I know," he said. "But if you don't mind, today I'd like to show you a little extra." And then he kissed her deeply again.

Her hands tightened on his face, right before they slid up and through his hair. She gently tugged at it, and he let out one of the most delicious sounds she'd ever heard. For future reference, she relished in that sound, in that feeling, and made a mental note to try it out some more when they got further along in their sexual path.

But tonight, she would let him call the shots. He was finally ready to try it again, and seeing how confident he grew in his touches and kisses when she submitted to him, it was the simplest decision.

So she remained on his lap until he made another move, encouraging him with whimpers and languid rolls of her hips against his. Her hands grew frenzied in his hair when he dipped his hand past the waistband of her jeans and underwear, sticking his fingers in only about a knuckle deep. The warmth of his hands against her bare skin sent shivers down her spine, which she let show by involuntarily grinding down on his lap.

Spencer groaned deeply more than whined this time, his grip on her hands gripping tighter to her backside. He forced himself to remove his mouth from hers long enough to breathe out, "Bedroom. Please."

As much as Y/N didn't want to get off of his lap, she knew that what waited for her in the bedroom would be worth the momentary loss of complete physical contact. So she peeled herself away from her boyfriend, grabbing him by the hand, and lead him to her bedroom.

Once the door was closed, he was on her again, caging her face between his large hands and capturing her lips in another heated kiss. They moved backwards until she hit her back against the door, and the second their movement stopped, Spencer used their standing position to press his full body weight into her, their legs tangling together.

Meanwhile, Y/N was trying to figure out where to put her hands. She wanted to brace them on his chest, but it was pressed tightly against hers. So they wandered over his back, but she couldn't decide whether to place them under his shirt or on his butt. Or maybe she wanted to grip his arms to feel the veins as they strained against his skin from holding her face. The possibilities were quite endless.

So endless that they were even surprising—Spencer noticed her wandering hands and promptly decided to place them where he wanted, which was apparently above her head. He removed his hands from her face and pinned her wrists to the door above her head, and she huffed a breath as he pulled away to speak.

"Is this okay? I wasn't too... too rough?"

The concern swimming in his lust-filled eyes drew a little whimper from her throat as she struggled to find the right words. But finally, she settled on, "That was so fucking hot..."

Relief flashed over his gaze right before he grinned. His fingers flexed against her wrists, and even though she couldn't see them, she could imagine how it looked. And it really was fucking hot.

Seeing the expression on her face, Spencer leaned forward again and kissed her one last time. Their lips moved together hungrily, dancing in perfect synchronization, the music being the frantic beating of their hearts.

And then he started to trail his kisses down her jaw and neck, keeping her hands firmly pinned to the door. Usually she was the one to explore his neck with her tongue and teeth, but this time he wanted to try it for himself. Mirroring what he'd felt her do to him hundreds of times over, he soaked in every single sound she made, from the little whimpers of pleasure to the soft, choked whispers of his name dancing over her lips. And when her hips canted forward, searching for any kind of friction, he decided to grant it to her.

As his kisses moved down along her collarbone, his hands gently slid down with him, over her arms and then down to the bottom of her shirt as he kneeled in front of her. He lifted the shirt slowly, each new inch of exposed skin being met with soft kisses until it reached her breasts. He reached up to palm them over her bra while he trailed his kisses downward again.

Even though she was wearing jeans, he pressed kisses to her legs anyway. She squirmed under his touch, and the feeling made his heart soar.

"Please, Spence," she huffed, bringing her hands down to lay overtop of his. She felt the tendons and veins in his hands as they squeezed her, and with everything she had, she tried not to beg him to use them in more interesting places. She wanted to let him take his time, to be a vessel for his exploration, but it was growing harder every second to be patient.

Thankfully he seemed to get what she was feeling, because his hands slid out from under her shirt and rested at her jeans. "Can I take these off?"

The fact that he even asked when she so clearly begged him to do it made her heart swell. "Please do," she chuckled, though it turned into a choked sigh when his fingers actually started undoing the button. And at the sound of her zipper going down, she could have come undone right there.

He pulled her jeans down slowly and helped her step out of them. And she thought maybe he'd take the next step and do the same with her underwear, but he opted to use his mouth instead.

With gentle kisses, he traced the hem of the fabric all the way to either side of her waist. And then he looked up at her with curious eyes and shifted his face, pressing his nose right up against where her clit would be. Her hands immediately went to his hair, but he grabbed her wrists again and laid them at her sides. "Do you want me to move this along?" His voice wasn't teasing as much as it was genuine curiosity.

Still, Y/N resisted the urge to tell him yes. "I—I want you to do whatever feels right. Tonight's... about you. What you want."

"Well, what I want is to make you feel good. So, again... Do you want me to move this along?"

Every time his lips moved, they brushed up against where she desperately wanted him. And it was killing her. So, she nodded vigorously. "Yes, please," she whispered.

And with that, Spencer released her hands and used his fingers to gently rub her over the fabric. The contact made her shiver visibly, and he took that as a good sign. So he wasted no more time and replaced his fingers with his tongue, fluttering his eyes closed at the taste of her. And he knew that once the thin fabric was gone it would be stronger, but even then he was thoroughly wrecked.

He kept lapping his tongue over her, feeling her panties get wetter with ever second, and he only finally removed them when she started grinding her hips closer to his face, desperate for more.

When he did finally bring his tongue to fully taste her for the first time, they both let out the filthiest sounds, months and months of build-up starting to come to a head. He tasted her like he would an ice cream cone, and for the first few moments his eyes remained closed, all his focus on this brand new sensation. But he wanted nothing more than to see her react to him. So he opened his eyes and continued his ministrations, pupils blowing wide at the sight of her above him.

She was panting, her mouth hung open and her tongue just barely peeking out over her bottom lip. Her eyes remained shut, though Spencer could tell she was struggling to open them. With a tentative flick of his tongue over her clit, he took notice of the little gasp she made, and he knew he'd found it. So he repeated his action, providing small kitten licks to her clit as she picked up her breathing and clenched her hands at her sides.

He picked up the pace then, taking note of every little thing that made her cry out or jump with pleasure until she was clutching his hair. He was sucking on her clit now, his middle finger gently sliding in and out of her when she spoke.

"Oh, fuck, keep doing that. I'm... I'm almost..."

He felt her tighten around his finger as she started careening off the edge, and he did his best to keep his eyes on her face, because it had practically been haunting him, wondering what it would be like to see her come undone at his mercy.

To say it was better than he could have ever dreamed was a severe understatement.

Y/N's head leaned back against the door, her chin jutted out so he could see the beautiful contours of her chin and neck. He saw her throat contract as she moaned out his name, saw her chest heave as she struggled to catch her breath, and best of all, he felt her flutter around his finger and mouth. And if that was high inducing, he couldn't wait to feel wat it would be like to replace them with something else.

The mere thought had him trembling.

He pulled back when she huffed out an over-stimulated, "Okay, please, please stop, oh..."

Though it could just as easily have been a painful sentiment, the hungry, dazed look in her eye suggested otherwise.

Spencer stood up and brought his finger to his mouth, still caught up in her taste before she ripped his wrist away and kissed him, threading her fingers through his hair and moaning into his mouth.

Before he could get lost in it, though, she pulled away and nodded. "Okay. I think you're wearing too many clothes."

He tilted his head down in a little flush, and with the help of Y/N, his shirt peeled away from his body and joined her pants and underwear on the floor.

Y/N mirrored his actions, kissing gently down his jaw, neck, and then down his torso. Her hands wandered his bare back as she sunk to her knees. But when her hands moved to his belt, he stopped her.

"W—wait."

She peeled her hands away and looked up at him. "Are you okay? Do you want to slow down?"

He visibly swallowed, and she could read that look on his face that he got whenever he was embarrassed to tell her something. "N—no, I... I want... the opposite, actually."

"I don't follow..."

"Well, I know that... if you return the favor, I won't last very long, a—and I... I don't want to wait anymore."

Y/N smiled, standing again and bringing her hands to rest on his shoulders. "So you're saying you... want me to move this along?"

Spencer smiled at her recollection of his words. "Yes, please."

They travelled to the bed then, Y/N taking off her shirt and bra when they got there, and leaving her completely bare to him. She sat down and reached for his belt, looking up at him as he stood.

"I'm clean and on birth control, do you still want to use a condom? I have some in my table drawer."

He thought about it for a moment before shaking his head. "As long as you're sure."

Y/N undid his belt quickly and threw it to the side, making work of his button and zipper with a smile. "Oh I'm so sure..."

The way she said it made his dick twitch, images running through his mind of how it would look seeing her filled and dripping with—

Her hand was palming him through his underwear now, and it was all he could think about. He had already been hard before, but now it was tilting on the precipice of painful pleasure. So he stopped her, taking a deep breath.

"Lay down?"

"However you want me," Y/N answered, positioning herself on the bed so she was leaning back, her head nicely laid out on the pillows.

Spencer swallowed and removed his underwear before climbing on the bed and kneeling over her. Her legs were already wide, feet flat on either side of him as he positioned himself and got ready.

She reached out and gently grabbed his forearm, a gentle smile on her face. "You ready?"

"Mhm," he answered with a curt nod, bringing himself forward to run the head of his dick through her wetness. They both sighed at the feeling, and Spencer knew he was in trouble.

It was finally happening, he was getting another chance to have sex with her, and if he didn't last long again, he was going to—

"I love you," Y/N said reassuringly, rubbing circles into the hand that rested on the inside of her thigh.

He looked into her eyes and saw that love radiating from them. It warmed his insides and gave him the confidence he needed to finally, slowly push into her as he whispered, "I love you, too."

Once he was fully sheathed inside her, he let out a large breath, leaning down to brace his arms on either side of her head. The pressure of her clenched around him was overwhelming in the best way possible, and he never wanted to move.

But he had to.

She stroked his hair, pressing soft kisses all over his face, and whispered, "I love you."

With those three words, Spencer had the courage to pull back and then forward again, testing the waters and more accurately, his limits. He picked up a slow pace that burned him from the inside out, every muscle and vein in his body on fire with the knowledge that he was finally, properly making love to the woman he was pretty sure he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

But he was holding back. Y/N could tell. He glided through her with ease, sure, but his eyes were squeezed shut like he was concentrating, like he was pacing himself and trying to hold on to this feeling.

She moved her hands down to his back and lightly ran her fingernails over the skin, feeling him tremble under her touch.

"You feel so good, Spence," she whispered. "So perfect for me..."

The words made his hips stutter just a little, and Y/N knew then what the hesitation was.

He wanted to go faster.

So she moved her fingers lower, cupping his ass and scratching featherlight circles into the skin as she moaned. "You like when I talk to you, baby? Does hearing my voice help you out?"

Spencer choked out a groan as he opened his eyes and saw how feral she looked. Her pupils were blown wide, her mouth was pouted cutely, and she smiled as soon as she saw him bite his lip.

"You wanna go faster?" she cooed, digging her fingernails a little harder into the flesh of his ass. "Hmm?"

"F—fuck, Y/N... I..."

"You fuck me however you need to, baby. Don't hold back. Just let it all out."

He groaned out then, his hips picking up speed. She felt the relief and the tension rolling off his body as he finally gave into his urges, and it was just about the sexiest thing she'd ever witnessed.

"That's it, baby... Don't stop... Give it to me, let me feel you..."

He leaned down and kissed her then, pumping into her harder and harder with every second. She moaned out against his mouth, swallowing all his breaths and grunts. Meanwhile her fingers gripped his ass harder, relishing in the feeling of his muscles as they aided in fucking her.

His mouth pulled away as he shoved his face into her neck, and she sighed. "You're doing so good, baby. Fuck... " His hips kept moving, and she clenched around him hard, hoping to gauge his reaction.

Sure enough, he groaned against her neck and canted his hips harder. Every thrust forward now was so deep he hit her g-spot, and the sensation made her sigh with a smile. "That's fucking right, baby... Just like that, don't stop, don't stop. You fe—el so... ohhh."

Her words lit this fire in him that was impossible to put out. His body was hers for the taking, and so he'd give her everything he had. Which is why he picked up the pace and fucked into her as hard as he could, dangerously close to finishing.

"Fuck, Spence, I'm gonna... —na..."

Y/n's moans turned into a quiet scream as she came, clenching tightly around his dick and digging her fingernails into his ass. Her eyes squeezed shut with the swirling patterns of fireworks exploding behind them, meanwhile he twitched inside of her and lost it at last. As she came down, she helped him hold himself there, deep inside her as his cum spilled over in warm increments. They both moaned out at the feeling, all their tension easing and dissipating.

By the end, all that was left between the both of them was a thin sheen of sweat and murmured promises of "I love you."

They could have fallen asleep right there. Y/N's hands slid up his backside, over his arms, and then to the back of his head, combing gently through his disheveled hair as he pressed loving kisses to the patch of skin where her neck met her collarbone. He was still inside her, unwilling to leave the warmth she provided, and she did nothing to object.

"How are you feeling?" she finally asked, opening her eyes.

Spencer tilted his head up to look at her, his heart once again swelling at the adoring look in her eyes. "I'm great."

She laughed, and he laughed with her. And they were silent for a few moments before he spoke again.

"So, uh... What we just did is what we're counting as our real first time together, right? Like, the other time doesn't count?"

Y/N laughed again, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "If you want to count this as our first time, then yes. I'd be more than happy to agree with you."

"Good. This was much better."

Even though she would never hold their first first time together against him, she was inclined to agree.

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moonshineboyz · 3 years

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Pairing: Kevin × fem reader

Genre: fluff, fluff, fluff

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: none

a/n: first of all, english isn’t my first language, so... i had this idea after discussing make out session with kev involving glasses with @cobbae also, i got a bit carried away idk what happened. plsss give the moonlight boy his kisses and tell him he’s beautiful bc he deserves. aand thank you @mistresskate101 for hyping me up 🥺

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You ran your fingers through Kevin's hair, getting them out of his face just so you could admire his god-like features, looking at him through the lenses of your glasses with so much love and affection that you swore your heart would explode.

Kevin meant so much to you, he was your everything, your safe place. You couldn't feel any more comfort and safety anywhere else other than in his embrace, the way he'd put his arms around your waist and pull you closer, so close that you could feel each other's hearts beating and make you put your head on his chest.

Dating and living with Kevin Moon was an everyday experience, each day you could write down a new way he has found to show his love towards you and make you feel even more loved and cared about. Be it through actions, through words, through strumming his guitar in a cozy afternoon just for you to listen or even through melodies he would hum you to sleep while stroking your hair.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn't even hear Kevin talking to you, even though you were sitting on his lap facing him, looking right into his shiny eyes.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked again in a low voice due to the proximity, his fingers grazing at the small of your back. Eyes locked on yours so full of love and admiration.

You lightly smiled shaking your head briefly and whispering a tiny "you". Both your hands cupped his face, thumbs caressing his cheeks. "You're so beautiful, you know that?" You said, taking the opportunity to press a soft kiss in his forehead, to which Kevin could only smile with eyes closed.

His hands on your back brought you closer, holding you tight and leaving little to none space between your torsos. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and inhaled your sweet perfume that always made him even weaker for you every time he breathed you in.

It was incredible how Kevin never failed to make you feel all warm and tingly inside, even after three years together you still couldn't be over the butterflies in your stomach and the buzzing sensation inside your chest. It felt like you were his only one, his whole world. And it was alright, because he was yours too.

Your hands travelled to the back of his head to lightly scratch it while your other hand drew small circles on his back. "You must love me so much to be thinking of me even when I'm right under your nose."

"Yeah, I do love you so much, Moon Hyungseo." You giggled. "But it's your fault because you're so good looking."

Kevin then lifted his head from your neck to look at you, eyes glued on yours. "Well, so let me tell you something." His face came closer so you could feel his breath tickling your skin. He held your face just the way you did to him a few minutes earlier, put a strand of hair behind your ear and adjusted your glasses to your face. "You're the most gorgeous girl in the world." His lips curled up in a smile and you got reminded one more time what it was like to feel at home.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and let your lips met his in a soft passionate kiss, felling a wave of chills run through your whole body as if you were about to melt at any moment, due to feeling so overwhelmed with Kevin. He held the back of your head and with his free hand he slightly brushed his fingers on the skin of your waist under your shirt, which made you smile.

"God, I want you forever. How did I get so lucky to have you?" He whispered against your lips and your heart was beating like crazy, it felt like it was about to jump out of your chest. How did you get so lucky to have a man like Kevin? Was the only thing you could think about when you answered back that you wanted to stay forever.

The, at first, slow kiss was now starting to get needier, but with no lust nor sexual desire involved right now, just pure love. A shiver going down your spine when Kevin's tongue touched yours, head spinning as you felt drunk on him already.

Your glasses began to slide from your nose and Kevin started bumping into them as he was keeping your head so close to his own. At first you both just tried to ignore it, giggling every time he bumped again and tsked, mouths too busy to separate from each other, until he had enough.

Your boyfriend pulled away from you and reached for your face. "Excuse me, I can't work with these on the way", he said jokingly and you rolled your eyes chuckling, him taking off your glasses and placing it on the nightstand beside your bed. He caressed your cheek and pulled you in for another kiss. "Much better."

You just loved how you'd lose track of time whenever you were with Kevin, he had this effect of making you forget anything else and only focus on him. You could've had the worst day ever, but everything would be alright again once you came home to him to feel his warmth and hear his sweet kind words, and even some jokes so you'd smile.

He was the only one who could calm your storms. And you were the only one who could take his mind off of things when he was having a bad day. You'd bring him to the couch or bed with you and make him lay down resting his head on your chest and arms around your waist, hugging you like you were his personal teddy bear. He'd doze off to sleep hearing you whisper words of affirmation.

You smiled into the kiss when Kevin gently bit your bottom lip, you pecked his lips a few times more and pulled away, putting your forehead against his. "Don't ever leave." He said hugging even tighter.

"Don't worry, I'm not planning on doing that. You're stuck with me."

"Good, because I need someone to keep dyeing my hair." You let out a chuckle, calling him your idiot and he kissed the tip of your nose.

You stared deep into his eyes, swearing that you've had never found such comforting and welcoming eyes. Just like Kevin, you wanted him forever too.

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saecookie · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who Rating: Explicit Relationships: Ninth Doctor/Jack Harkness/Rose Tyler Additional Tags: Polyamory, Fluff and Smut, OT3, Established Relationship, Threesome, Fluff, ALL THE FLUFF, this was supposed to be goofy and evolved into that big well of softness

Summary:

There's balance and there's care. Tonight was time for reciprocation, tonight they would be the kind of lover they usually were granted : worshippers, unwinder of sore muscles and whisperers of breathless praises.

The day had been pretty exhausting. Nothing too dangerous, for once – they had been lucky on that part. They had just let themselves wander into some of the lushest forest this side of Six6's southern hemisphere. There had been a lot to see, from the bioluminescence of the shrubs to the weird wavelength chanting of the flying mammals inhabiting the forest. Jack had seen his fair share of wonders during his time at the Time Agency, but he had never been able to just stop in childlike marvel as he was right now.

Unfortunately, what could have been a perfect, quite romantic outing was seemingly not for them. What had started as a leisurely stroll, chatting hand in hand ; had devolved into not finding their way back to the ship. They had had to walk for three solid hours at the end of their day, one already full to the brim of wonders. After two hours of trying to find their way back, they were weary, quiet rather than snapping at one another at each new change of direction. Jack could only glance for a few seconds at Rose or at the Doctor before they became annoyed at him checking up on them. Upon finally seeing the TARDIS, he had let the quietest relieved sigh. They were still silent and a bit on edge.

After that trainwreck of a trip back, Jack had gone straight into the galley. Rose and the Doctor had wandered a bit around the console room. It was their little ritual when coming back to the TARDIS, and it wasn’t his to invade. He picked a few things out of the pantry, made them some quick dinner and put it on a tray. Knowing those two, he made his way to the media room. It soon found them not particularly paying attention to the movie they had chosen, only for the sake of unwinding together. The soundtrack playing in the background was just enough to add a layer of comfort to being in each other’s presence. Jack would have denied it all, but he was already dozing shortly after putting his plate down. There was nothing to be done : he was warm, he was safe, and his favourite people were at arms' reach.

"I think she's fallen asleep."

The Doctor's voice was barely above a whisper, just enough to be heard above the lulling sound coming from the screen.

Jack faintly tried to blink the sleep away, to no avail.

"Mhm ?"

"I think Rose's fallen asleep."

Groaning himself out of his own drowsiness, Jack sat up against the back of the couch. Indeed, when he looked across the room, he could only see a Rose-shaped blanket bundled up in her favourite armchair. What a sight she was, all golden hair and pink fingers. The ups and downs of her chest were the only perceptible movements underneath the covers. A wisp of hair had fallen in front of her eyelids, and her head was slumped across the armchair at an angle that couldn’t possibly be comfortable.

After seeing her so annoyed during their walk back to the TARDIS, tense and frowning, giving only snappish answers, Jack took some time gazing at her. She seemed to already be in deep slumber, no worry lines in sight, her eyes faintly moving every now and then behind her eyelids. Peacefulness had finally settled on her features, lacking her usual playfulness but looking more like herself than she had all evening. She seemed warm and unworried, and that was honestly all Jack ever wanted for Rose. If he could have wrapped her up in that blanket forever and still shown her the splendors of the universe, he would have done so without a second thought.

"I'm taking her to bed. You should too, you're already half asleep."

That got a grunt out of Jack. For all the eye candy Rose was, his eyes still had trouble staying open. He tried to pay attention, but barely saw the Doctor crouching to get Rose and carry her out to her room. He could only hear the soft whispering and cooing noises, reassuring her as she stirred. Her huffs of disapproval stopped before they were even out of the door, Jack already asleep by then, smiling over the cuteness of his two favourite people.

He woke up to a soft touch to his shoulder. He leaned into it, still not exactly awake. For all the gruffness the Doctor was showing the world, Jack how he was actually always very careful in his touches, always light and gentle. Caring. In all his time knowing him, and from the moment the Doctor stopped considering him a safety hazard, he had been nothing but mindful of him. It had unhurriedly matured into caring, then bloomed into what they had now.

"Told you to go to bed Captain." There was a distinct chuckle under that faked sternness. Before even opening his eyes, Jack smiled at him and shuffled, getting himself more comfortable. The media room had always known how to make itself cosy.

"Mhm. Well, I didn't. Whatcha gonna do ?"

This time the chuckle was not hidden under any pretense. Jack peeked under his eyelashes. Those blue eyes were looking down on him, and he'd never get enough of that soft smile that felt like sunrise, the one the Doctor always saved just for Rose and him. It made him glow from the inside out, as if revealing himself, how he was really made of attention and care and love for people.

He must have dozed off again because the next thing he knew, a shudder made its way down his spine. Lips were brushing against his in a soft caress. If he had ever opened his eyes, they were definitely back to being closed now ; quietly enjoying the warmth they were sharing.

They broke apart as softly as they had met. He chased after those lips, after that taste of time they carried, the burnt tang of trouble. A light hum escaped Jack’s mouth as his eyes fluttered open. There was such an air of smugness about him.

"What about this ?"

Jack sat back up, displaying false thoughtfulness. He leaned in, almost falling in the Doctor’s lap. There was a warmth to their loose embrace, a tingly anticipation, the kind when you knew everything would fall together without the shadow of a doubt, but waiting for it to happen as you would the first bite of a birthday cake.

“Fine by me,” Jack purred in his ear.

There was something delicious in the closeness, the anticipation becoming expectation, building steady. It was with some eagerness that he pressed their lips back together, keeping it chaste at first though. It wouldn’t be said that Jack Harkness didn’t know how to build some good tension.

Then the Doctor’s hand found his cheek, palm cool against his chin. Tilted Jack's head up a little, deepened the kiss, and suddenly Jack wasn’t controlling anything anymore. A groan escaped him, unbidden. Being given directions usually turned his knees to jelly ; now, he was drowsy enough to be reduced to a puttering mess. There was something to be said about the firmness of the Doctor’s touch, the slowness of his motions, the intent behind every glance. It was empowering, it was raw, it was safe.

In one swift motion Jack couldn’t be bothered to identify, the Doctor got some more leverage over him. He whined when their lips got separated, panting heavily in the space between them, lost to the sensation of his lover’s attention solely directed on him. When the Doctor’s mouth fell to his throat, moaning was the only thing he could do. He fumbled for something to grab. All of this was too much : too fast, too soft, too intimate for his sleep addled brain. A series of open-mouth kisses were pressed there, insistent and feverish. He got pushed backwards at the shoulder, still heaving.

Jack could only let go and try to reciprocate the best he could, but he was sleepy, and everything was fuzzy, and there was a body draped across him now, and what could he do except be pretty and sigh happily ? Where they had previously been leaning sideways across the back of the couch, Jack was now a whimpering wreck against the armrest. He could feel the full weight of the Time Lord pressing him into the couch, his breaths shallow against his skin. It was making a lot of funny feelings bloom into his chest and into his throat, something fluttery. He somehow knew that the blush he was feeling on his cheeks was spreading on his chest, soon bared by his lover’s hands. His eyes were glassy, unfocused as the hand that wasn’t holding his jaw and neck in place trailed down, not bothering to unbutton his shirt and going for his trousers right away.

Rose definitely didn’t wake up to a soft touch to her shoulder. She woke up to high-pitch whimpers. Those were directed at her wall, which didn’t make sense considering that the TARDIS was a transdimensional being and all that jazz. She frowned, rubbing her eyes as the noises kept going, slightly muffled. She looked around her. Her room stared back. She must have fallen asleep watching tv, and one of them had carried her to bed.

How thoughtful.

It would have even been more thoughtful if they hadn’t promptly proceeded to wake her up shagging against her wall. If glares could burn holes, there wouldn’t be a wall anymore. It wouldn’t change a thing about the shagging, but maybe the TARDIS would consider sending those little pants and broken cries another way. They were lucky she liked them, or she would have already stormed out of her room and thrown some nasty words at them. Really, had they never considered respecting someone’s sleep schedule ? The day had been tiresome enough as it was.

She lay there for a few seconds, trying to just wake up, let the irritation abate. She stared at the ceiling, listening idly to her lovers. They were enjoying themselves, that much was obvious. And how she loved them ; how she loved them loving each other. She could actually have gone back to sleep— she was exhausted, her eyes were drifting close every now and then. Her body, apparently not so much. Lying in her bed, with pleas of more and yes and fuck from people who usually made her feel that way, was making her feel things. Some very, very nice, tingly things. Warmth pooled low in her belly, crawling out. It made her smile, in a lazy kind of ripple effect. They were right there, enjoying themselves : that simple thought was enough to content her.

Loving and feeling loved were two of the most wholesome, striking things. Seeing love blooming between people she cared about was another one. It was a new unexpected depth to the already unending well of all the love she felt just simmering under her skin.

She stayed there for a little while, well awake now, basking in their almost presence, letting herself fully feel the arousal pulsing within her to the rhythm next door. She really loved hearing them. Her hand came slowly drifting over her neck. That caused some new shivers in its wake. She could stay here, maybe help herself nicely back to sleep…

On the other hand, they did wake her up and wouldn’t it be the nice thing to do to let her have some fun too ?

In the end, they weren’t even against the wall. A wall. Any wall. From what she could see, waiting in the doorframe in her pyjamas, they were just making out like teenagers on the armrest. The back of the couch was hiding the rest of their bodies from her. They must have already brought themselves to an end : their kisses were lazy, their whispers barely audible but still there all the same.

It was enough to watch them for a little while, all chuckles and soft smiles and fumbling to get more comfortable. They couldn’t stray away from each other’s mouth for more than a few seconds. They traded kisses with laughter and eye crinkles. Their hands weren’t in sight, but she was ready to bet that they were in their laps, and not in a modest way.

She was so fond of them. That adoring wave washed through her, almost winning over arousal.

She must have made some sort of noise, because the Doctor was suddenly looking her way. A new sort of light was adorning his gaze. God, she loved this man. As if on cue, Jack looked her way as well. A slow grin brightened his whole face up. He looked silly, but he was her silly. He stretched his neck to see her around the back of the couch, putting him in an even sillier position. Still no hands in sight. Rose giggled, so thankful for the two men in front of her, for the ease between the three of them even after the day they had had, for the light they brought and the softness in their breath.

"Rosie ! Up for round two ?"

She bit her lip, the lingering annoyance at being woken up long forgotten in the wake of that thrilling feeling they never failed to bring her. The Doctor offered her a nod and a smile, already shifting to make some space for her. One of his hands came in view. The flashing expression on Jack’s face told her all she needed to know about what the other hand was already up to. And if fondness had battled arousal at some point, it was now a settled thing. She hurried around the couch, took the hand offered to her by Jack, and let herself be on the receiving end of their thorough affections.

#ficandchips #doctor who #dwfic #ninerose #nine x jack x rose #I'm back on my soft ot3 train #don't mind me

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liannyeong · 5 years

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like forces of attraction

Summary: there's gravity between them -- there's always that force of attraction since the moment they've met. but it's not enough for a collision.

Word count: 3391

Pairing: Jaebum X OC

Warning(s): a royal au, slight angst, a lot of... tension?

A/N: 많이 기다렸지 I’m so sorry ~ it’s been a long time... a lot of things happened and i was so busy. i’m sorry if it’s not up to your standards but i tried... T_T

jaebum can feel her eyes on him as she trails behind him during his routine walks. jaebum knows she's curious about something, but she never voices it out. and it's frustrating to him: not knowing what's going on in her head when she knows his so well. it's scary how she understands him so perfectly but he can never comprehend her at all.

the garden is empty, apart from the prince and his knight. it's only the beginning of spring, yet there are flowers already blooming, its vibrant colors contrasting the greens. jaebum can't wait for the day when all the flowers would be in full bloom. he'll get to see his favorite amidst all the beauties.

"you can ask," jaebum breaks the silence as he closes in on a particular pink flower. he busies himself with inspecting the bloom as he waits.

"is it true what the servants are saying?" she finally asks.

ah, of course. the hot topic at the moment. jaebum has expected her to question him about it, but he still feels disappointed at the tone. he had hoped it to sound more... jealous.

"yes, it's true," jaebum replies as he bends down slightly to whiff the pink flower. "father wants me to marry princess suji."

"and you agree to it?" she asks.

"why," jaebum starts as he straightens himself and turns on his heels to face the knight. "do you not want me to?"

"it's not that--" she tries but it gets cut off when she notices jaebum getting closer. jaebum tries to play it cool, but he's slowly feeling victorious in his heart. maybe he'll get to know her heart a little more.

"do you not want me to marry princess suji?" jaebum's voice drops softer, lower, like a whisper when his face is inches away from hers. he can hear her breathing, feel the warm air on his lips as she exhales. his gaze is on her lips, chapped and red, that he wonders what it feels like to taste it. maybe he'll taste metal. or maybe he'll taste something close to heaven. it's so easy to close the gap, but when jaebum flicks his eyes up, her dark orbs stares back. no want. instead it's an emotion so raw, so rare, unexplainable.

"i just want you to be happy, my prince," her voice comes out even softer, that the rustling of the leaves in the background could have easily drowned it out. her eyes waver, and jaebum almost thinks she'd tear up. jaebum wants to hold her, embrace her, assure her that he will be happy as long as--

"i really hope princess suji would make you happy," she adds.

huh.

"i observed her during her stay here. she's beautiful and polite. she's exactly who i hoped you'd marry," she continues.

jaebum is dumbfounded.

"you thought of me?" jaebum asks dumbly instead.

instead of being embarrassed, the knight only lowered her head slightly, giving jaebum the respect. "there's not a moment that passes when i don't worry about you, my prince," she admits. those words send jaebum's heart pounding in his chest, anticipating what's to come. but when she looks up again, jaebum sees loyalty printed all over her face. "i owe you my life. until the end, i promise you, i would stand by you. i would protect you."

jaebum could only nod blankly. it's not what he expected at all, but he takes it anyway. he anticipated a love confession. never did he saw an oath coming his way.

ii.

jaebum has his attention on the mirror situated at the corner of the room. looking at his own reflection, his body donned in formal attire that he never really liked, he wonders briefly if he's ready for this. if he's ready to spend the rest of his life with someone he doesn't love wholeheartedly. sure, suji is a kind girl, and she's lovable. jaebum does like her romantically, but it doesn't fill up the spaces in him. there's something left empty and void, and jaebum doesn't know how to put it. jaebum does like suji, but he knows she's not the one. nevertheless, for the sake of his kingdom, he's willing to tie the knot with the princess.

the wedding is as grand as any royal wedding could ever be, with thousands of people crowding the palace and even the streets. it is no doubt that security would be tighter too. but jaebum wonders if the tension evident in the knight's body is anything related to the heightened security or something else. she's more agitated, barely standing still as she usually does. jaebum likes to think that it's all due to his marriage with princess suji in a few hours' time, though he knows it's a little self-conceited.

jaebum's gaze fleet to the knight in the mirror. their eyes meet, but she doesn't break the contact despite being caught staring at him. that's when jaebum feels it. feels something. there's something hanging in the air, words left unsaid, emotions not conveyed. he feels it, and he reckons she feels it too. it's something that has been nagging in his mind for years since he's known her. nevertheless, it remains unaddressed, as if it's a taboo.

"hey," jaebum starts. "will you be honest with me?"

"yes, my prince?"

jaebum searches for words to express his curiosity. "now that i'm... betrothed... do you have anything to say?"

the knight frowns as if she doesn't understand him at all. as if he's speaking a totally different language.

jaebum turns on his heels, facing her directly. he tries to phrase it differently. "do you feel anything...?" for me, is what he doesn't say, but he hopes she hears it.

"i feel happy for you, my prince."

"no." jaebum shakes his head. he approaches the knight slowly as he clarifies, "not that. do you feel anything?"

"i only wish happiness for you, prince jaebum," she answers. the sound of his name being articulated from her mouth makes him want to hear it forever, without the formalities. "if you are happy, i am too."

jaebum shakes his head yet again, and he doesn't stop his tracks until he's right in front of her, breathing the same air as her. until she has to tilt her head up to look at him in the eye. until the sound of her breathing fills his ears. "do you not feel anything?"

that's when there's a slight change in her eyes. it was stoic before, but there's a crack now.

"my prince..." she utters.

"don't call me that," jaebum half-whispers.

she looks pained, as if she's holding back words that are threatening to flow out. like a dam trying to withhold the sheer force of water. she purses her lips, eyebrows narrowed together.

jaebum brings a hand up, fingers lightly touching her cheek first, before it glides across and then cupping her cheek with his hand. emotions break through the crack, and it pours out. she still look pained, tears slowly welling in her eyes. jaebum feels her lean to his touch, feels her eyes flutter close, feels her rough skin against his palm, feels a warm exhale on his wrist. jaebum rubs the pad of his thumb against her cheek.

"call my name," jaebum says again.

her eyebrows knitted, she slowly opens her eyes. that look in her eyes conveyed everything jaebum needed to know. she tilts her head away, steps back. any emotion she showed before vanished, face schooled.

"you ought to prepare now, my prince. you wouldn't want to be late," she lightly scolds. she gives a polite bow, before heading for the door. she halts right in front of the door, a hand already wrapped around the handle. she doesn't turn around as she says, "congratulations on your wedding, prince jaebum."

when the door shuts, jaebum thinks it's nothing congratulatory at all. it's a day of missed opportunities and a lost happy ending.

iii.

as a newly crowned king, jaebum struggles. it's a whole new life -- more responsibilities stacked on his shoulders. people compare him to his father, and all he ever feels is more pressure to maintain his father's legacy. it takes a toll on his own self-esteem and confidence. he worries not being good enough. he fears harming his own people.

"am i a good king?" jaebum asks aloud, seemingly to no one but he knows better.

he doesn't need to turn around at all. he can feel the moment the knight steps out of the shadows of the room. the shift of the air when the knight comes closer.

"you are an excellent king, your majesty," the voice just to the right of jaebum's ear. he doesn't admit the tingly sensation down his spine resulted from the closeness of her voice.

jaebum lets out a small sigh. "and how do you know?" he turns, eyes falling onto the knight's face. he takes a step back, leaning against the ceiling-to-floor glass window. the orange glow of the sun casts shadows over her features, and she looks soft and younger, jaebum thinks. feminine. beautiful. streaks of orange light makes her hair golden brown when jaebum knows it's purely black.

her eyes doesn't waver at all, her gaze fixed and firm on his face. any other knights and servants and civilians would quickly look away from having a prolonged eye contact with prince jaebum, but not her. while everybody else gets flustered, she doesn't. if anything, jaebum thinks she's silently challenging him.

her lips part, and jaebum quickly throws away any thoughts in his mind pertaining to it.

"i've seen how the people look at you. they love you, my king. they look up to you. they respect you."

"but what if i... what if i stray from my path?"

"then i will bring you back," she says determinedly. like a vow she swore not to break. "no matter what."

jaebum hums, pushing himself off the window. he takes a step closer, eyes focused on the knight. she doesn't flinch when he intrudes her personal space. instead, she tilts her chin up, eyes ablaze, as if to compensate for the difference in height. "you'll stay by my side?" jaebum's question comes out like a whisper.

"forever," comes the answer.

iv.

it's another of jaebum's routine walks in the garden, despite the heat of the summer. he needed some time to mull over the issues in the kingdom, and needed some time to cool off. the knight trails behind at a comfortable distance to let jaebum be alone and at the same time, close enough to tend to his needs should anything happen.

suddenly, a person donned in all black springs out of the bushes, charging towards the king. jaebum, too stunned, gets pulled and shoved off to the side when the assailant came too close. a glint in the sun, and jaebum realizes a dagger in the assailant's hand. he barely managed to evade it. his vision gets blocked by a body, then he hears it. the stab. the groan.

the knight is in pain, but she doesn't back down. even with the dagger buried close to her shoulder, she continues fighting. punches and kicks are thrown, before she finally seizes the chance to headbutt the assailant. he tumbles onto the floor. she unsheathes a knife from her belt, thrusting the blade into the thighs of the attacker, then twisting it, rendering him unmovable.

the knight stumbles back, panting heavily, face contorted in pain. jaebum rushes to her side, supporting her weight. he helps her back to the palace, ordering the guards to throw the criminal into the cell. he doesn't let any of the servants take the knight, personally bringing her to her room. jaebum keeps asking her questions, just so that she can stay awake. but her eyes start drooping low, and then, her breathing evens out.

jaebum couldn't help anymore so he lets the servants take care of her. he wants to be by her side when she wakes, but his own family has been crying in fear for his life. suji has been in tears as soon as she saw him, throwing her arms around his neck, tears soaking his clothes. jaebum revels in the warmth of the hug, wrapping his own arms around her waist. but even so, jaebum cannot shake off the worry in his chest. he nearly lost his life if not for the knight. he should worry for his own family, for suji, if he really bled to dry. but he's more concerned about his knight than his own life. he doesn't want to think of a day when he has to stand before his people without her. he doesn't want a day when he's alone without her by his side. he knows it's not right for him to think that way, but he can't help it. as much as he loves suji, the hand that is always in contact with his skin doesn't provide the same comfort as when he has the knight standing by his side.

he only visits the knight a day after she regains consciousness after mustering up the courage. he knocks on her door, and waits for the muffled acknowledgement before he enters. he slips into the room, and shuts the door quietly. his eyes are on her form, laying flat on the bed. she only turns her head when he comes closer, and jaebum sees everything unravel as if time slows down.

there's that look in her eyes. it reminds him of the time he was lost in the woods, hungry and tired and injured. he wandered around for days until finally a guard found him. it's the feeling of having rain after a drought, the warm sun after a harsh winter. it's the feeling of salvation. like the rays of the sun seeping through the dark clouds, hope was slowly restored.

he wants to reach out to her, to pull her close, and bask in her warmth. but he holds himself back. he doesn't even have the words to start a conversation. everything is stuck in his throat. the knight shoots him a weak smile, and it tugs at his heart. slowly, he perches at her side, sitting close to where her hip is.

"i'm sorry i--" he says finally, voice cracking a little.

"what are you sorry for? i was meant to protect you," she says, her voice soft. she even smiles reassuringly.

"but--" jaebum couldn't hold the tears. yes, it was the knight's duty to protect the king, but watching how she threw herself in front of him, so willing to take the pain for him, it aches. the will to sacrifice her own life for his.

jaebum's tears cloud his vision. he doesn't hear the rustling of the sheets as she sits up. he doesn't even see the knight raising her hand to wipe the tears away. he only feels the way her fingers lightly drag across his eyes. his vision clears, and he's greeted with pure admiration in her eyes, with a mix of worry. jaebum must have been staring for her expression falls a little, then she's retracting her hand.

jaebum doesn't know what came over him as he leans forward, eyes fluttering close. he barely hears a sharp intake of breath, her soft call of my king. he feels a hand on his chest, but he pays no mind. he presses his lips against the knight's forehead, pouring every single emotion he has ever carried for her into that single kiss, hoping that she feels it.

when jaebum pulls away, and slowly opens his eyes, he's met with a flicker of confusion on her face. he doesn't care about it though. he doesn't hide the adoration he has for her as he gazes at her face.

she doesn't say anything. all she does is brush his bangs away so gently. her fingers glide across his skin, featherlight touches burning. it goes down to his cheek. it tickles, but jaebum can't help leaning to the touch. can't help reveling in it. but her fingers move again, lingering at his lips, the tips tracing the seams. jaebum watches in awe, in enticement, the way she focuses, eyebrows slightly furrowed, eyes locked. she retracts her hand, eyes flicking up to meet his.

it feels like forever when jaebum got lost in her eyes. she clears her throat, breaking the contact first. she looks shy now, in the orange light of the candle on the bedside. she mumbles about wanting to rest as she adjusts herself to a lying position. jaebum smiles fondly at her, letting her get comfortable, before bidding her a good night. he proceeds to blow off the candle light. the new darkness momentarily blinds him, but he feels it anyway: the shifting on the bed, the pull on his wrist, the weight on his shoulder, the press on his cheek.

then a soft, "goodnight, my king."

jaebum slept the most soundly that night.

they don't mention anything about the night of attempted assassination of the king. it was left as a secret, concealed and buried deep in their hearts and their minds, the key thrown away. but that night made jaebum realize something. they can never be anything more than this. all they can ever be is a king and his knight.

there's gravity between them -- there's always that force of attraction since the moment they've met. but it's not enough for a collision. instead, all they ever will be is a moon and the ocean: the moon affecting the tides even from a long distance. never touching, never closer than they ever want.

jaebum supposes it's better that way. if a collision did happen, maybe it'll cause destruction. so jaebum is content with her staying by his side like this.

even as they fight side by side.

the sound of metal against metal, the groans of pain, the sight of crimson blood. jaebum knows he's losing, his own men outnumbered, weak against the new technology of the enemy. still, jaebum knows he has to fight on. he has to fight for his kingdom. for his people, he has to go all the way.

the knight doesn't stray away from the king. she's always around, always within jaebum's line of vision. sometimes they team up, fighting styles complementing. it's like a dance, jaebum thinks, only that there is no spotlight but the spillage of blood as they move. jaebum finds his confidence rise with each move they make. he's feeling victorious, and that maybe, they can win this war.

but it's only a brief thought.

because all jaebum knows next is that he's being enveloped into a hug, the knight's cheek pressed against his. he couldn't even register anything apart from the fact that they're pressed so close together in the midst of the battle. then it slowly dawned on him: the pained sounds she makes, the pierce through his chest, the blooming wetness on his chest. his heart hurts, each beating and each breathing more constricted.

jaebum feels her hand against his nape, fingers carding through the hair at the neckline. he glances down and all he can see is the guard of a sword protruding her back. the enemy, still holding the sword, twists it mercilessly before thrusting the metal to its hilt. jaebum's own groan drowned by the excruciating screams of the knight.

again, she used her body to shield jaebum from any attack. he knows this time is the last.

jaebum tilts his head back, just enough to see her face. blood drips down her head, some dried. the strokes against his nape doesn't stop though it gets weaker. jaebum tips his forehead, letting it touch hers. her eyes slowly flutter close and she takes in a deep breath, as if this moment is something she has been waiting for.

"stay with me," jaebum chokes out.

"always," she answers as she opens her eyes, her mouth so close to his own, breath fanning against the seams.

finally, jaebum sees that adoration in her eyes, the sparkle of it. a look jaebum has always wanted to see. a look jaebum has always yearned from her.

they collapse onto the bloodied ground in tandem, hearts connected by the pierced blade.

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haatake · 5 years

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Undenied - Hakyona OneShot

Timeline: Modern Time AU Rating: M, for rooftop fun Also in: AO3 fresh off the oven(but not really)

A/N: SOOO, wow, it’s been forever! Is this fandom still out here? don’t really know, but YES, i used to write a happy amount of Hakyona lovelifes, but then life happened and also i never finish my stories, i get frustrated and whatever. Ths one i had cooking for a looooooooooooooooooooooooooong time, it was my dear friend @lichthime (Who I visited in Amstedam last year!!!!) convinced me that this was ready to be posted and that people here would appreciate it since there’s not much fic going around lately. So without further ado, some HakYona smut because why not

Undenied

“Now that I've found you And seen behind those eyes How can I

Carry on?”

The smell of his skin makes her almost dizzy, instantly lost. He is serious but every once in a while he can’t contain a low grunt when she kisses and licks his neck and his face is buried in her bright red locks. His flesh feels like heaven against her, eager and strong, and rough to the perfect degree, gosh she missed this so much. He straightens up, fixes up a lock of his hair that was rebelling and stares at her. Her legs wide open and surrounding his body, her flowery black dress rolled up to her hips and the sleeves no longer covering up her young and round breasts; and her hair, messy and out of control just as his. His gaze takes it all in, and in this bench, on the rooftop of a fancy club, Yona feels suddenly perfect.

“I love this sight” He says with a grin as he catches his breath, and she grins too, because his bare chest is a sight she’s also grateful for, gosh he’s so hot. He takes one of her legs and crosses it to the other side so it lays on top of the other one and then leans for a kiss as he starts pounding again. Perfect. He’s perfect, she thinks as her body starts instantly reacting to the movement.

It had been instant. She walked in and there he was, all lights were on him as the bartender juggled with indistinct bottles of liquor. He was focused and didn’t miss a single beat, it was probably the coolest thing she had ever seen in years. Suddenly the other bartenders joined, two women and another man and together they did probably the most amazing juggling show she had ever seen. Where the hell had she been brought to? She knew Ayura was gonna go all out on her bachelorette’s party, but the party had not even started and she was already over the moon.

She had to have him.

Him and only him.

He moved like lightning, and made it look so damn easy that she wondered if he could throw her like that into the air. Something tingled insider of her chest, and she knew she had a target.

“Let’s get drunk!” She yelled to her friends, and then walked straight towards the bar.

She clutches her hands around the metallic bar and looks down the 4 floors, a shiver excites her skin as his lips travel the road of her spine. He’s a teaser, and she’s feeling everything so much and so intensely that she’s probably cum twice already, and as she stares into the dark empty street, she feels ready for more. His hand slides to her center and he circles his fingers there as he roams her body with his other hand, she moans and smiles when he fills her once more, pounding hard against her in search for his own release this time. And she wants him to get there, she wants to hear him and feel him dissolve for her, he’s made her sing before, and now it’s her turn to make him. She straightens her body and presses her back against him, he grunts in her ear when she guides his hand to her bare chest as she inches her lips to his ear.

“Attack me” She dares, and he instantly holds her harder and presses her against the railing, her body instantly reacting to the cold metal in her stomach. But she loves it, how he gives her the perfect kiss as he’s just about to come, thrusting his hips adamantly into her, his tongue softly entering her mouth and meeting hers as he unconsciously presses her neck deepening the kiss. It feels like it’s all going in a slow daze, sensuous and almost cinematographic, like a hot dream she’s about to wake from. Only it isn’t.

He presses his forehead to her shoulder when he comes, holding one of her breasts firmly in one hand, he moans and his back tenses as he pushes in one last time.

For once, she didn’t mind how her hair stood out in even in a crowded space, because the bartender’s dark eyes would find her once in a while as she danced, and for the space of the three seconds his gaze held hers, Yona would dance just for him.

She had to have him, she had never felt like this before.

“The night of letting go” She thinks in her drunken stupor, feeling how the music swallows her whole and the alcohol blurs her mind. “I’m moving on” She said to herself repeatedly, but today she felt it. He threw a vodka bottle over his head and poured it in an almost sexual way, he looked so hot. She had to have him.

His eyes laid on hers again, inviting, and this time Yona didn’t back up. With a strong stride, she walked towards him, unsure of what to say or do, completely out of touch with her flirtatious side, but always willing to improvise. He smiled as she approached the bar, taking his time to finish preparing another person’s drink before turning his attention to her.

“Hey” He greeted

“Hi” She answered, pretending to be calm as she sat on the stool.

“What can I get you?” She could see he wanted to know what she was gonna order, he had that look in his eyes; the eyes of a hunter. She could play too.

“Mmmh” She touched her chin playfully “I want…” Yona smiled whimsically “...your favourite drink”

“ My favourite drink?” He asked, puzzled “That’s a new one”

Dink! Dink! Dink!

“Yes… I want that” But I don’t mean the drink

“You sure?”

“Yeah”

“ Fuck ” He grunted as he pulled himself out of her

“Feel good?” She asks turning around, he only smiles matter-of-factly as he removes the condom

“Did you finish?”

“Oh, I’m more than okay” She answers, reaching for his face. He shortens the distance until he has her against the railing again, a cold tingly shiver rolls down her spine and she loses her breath. He grabs her jaw decidedly, shortening the distance even more.

“Did you?” Hi asks firmy, his fingers roaming her back, forcing her to close her eyes and give in just a little more.

“No…”

He smiles.

She was jealous. Drunk and jealous. So far two girls had given him smudged digits on pieces of paper. She wanted to go back to the bar and steal his kiss, steal his time and his desire. She wanted him, but how can you compete with a club full of beautiful women? How can you call the attention of a man that must get hundreds of numbers from all kinds of strangers? They had had a moment there, he happened to caress her hand when handing her the drink, he winked when he said “ Enjoy ”, he then moved onto the next costumer and she went back to her group, trying to hold her dignity intact.

Discouraged, she gets devoured by insecurity and quits. I can’t compete. I won’t compete. A bartender, lots of girls, he must a player, he must fuck them all, he must get laid everyday, make them shiver without making eye contact, dismiss them next morning. Just one more of those, I don’t wanna be.

But he looks at her, finds her in the crowd, no matter where she was he found her. Her . The paper is pressed in his fist strongly and tossed away right before her eyes. He raises one eyebrow defiantly and Yona, shaking internally, feels like her knees are gonna betray her before she can make her next move.

But they don’t, so she walks directly to him, drunk and certain, never ever more sure of anything. The music is too loud for her to say it, so she reaches for a napkin and a pen that’s next to the computer screen. It’s an impulse, she knows, but one of those you can’t help.

See you after closing?

His answer was a wink of his left eye that she swears, could have melt an iceberg or two.

Not even she could believe that she stayed. It was 3 and then 4 and she stayed. Her friends left, everyone left and there she was, sitting at the bar flirting with the bartender. Hak was his name, and even that she found gorgeous. She learned he was a student of some sort of mechanics and that he played bass guitar to relax. She learned he had a soft spot for gin and tonic, but was more of an old fashioned kind of guy. She leaned she wanted to fuck him until she saw the sun.

"I know a place I think you will like" He said, picking up keys from a drawer. She followed him up some stairs, a sober part of her wondering if this was actually a good idea.

When he opened the door she was sure it was. The rooftop was illuminated with the faint red neon sign of the bar and there was even some benches here and there. Could this night get more worderful?

Yes it could.

His lips embrace hers softly, yet deeply, as if they wanted to warm her body again, fuel the fire that’s inside of her. Making hot trails in her skin, he lowers to her neck and then to her chest, tasting and teasing her breasts as she struggles to find enough air in her lungs. He kneels and throws her leg over his shoulder, demanding a better angle to her core, and boy does he get it. Yona shivers and hardens, hey body reacting instantly, intensely, to the feeling of his tongue. She holds on to the metallic bar, pressing it hard in her hands as her back arches when the orgasm strikes her. She makes a deaf noise and reaches it probably too soon for her taste, but also too strong to regret. It’s like a strike of lightning going through her, she thinks, a whole blissful moment of nothing but pure pleasure. She had never felt anything like it before. This could become addictive.

“Stop, stop, stop…” She begs and he smiles, giving her a final kiss before standing up.

He kisses her and she loves the taste in his lips and the strong feeling of his back, his scent fills her. For a full moment she remembers when she first saw him, juggling those bottles of vodka effortlessly, almost unconsciously, like he was bored of this act already, like he could do it with a blindfold. He probably could. The thought makes her want to drag her nails across his back, if only to claim him.

He breaks the kiss and lays his head on her shoulder, and suddenly she’s aware of how tired she is. They sigh in unison and then laugh, becoming aware of what had just happened.

“That was…” She manages, containing a giggle.

“Mindblowing? Best rooftop sex of your life?” He jokes, as he walks back to the bench to fetch his clothes. The sigh of his behind makes her bite her lips.

“Uh, it’s in my top 5 definitely” But she’s lying. It was most definitely the best sex of her life, let alone in a rooftop

“Well, it was my pleasure, Princess” He winks at her as he gets into his boxer briefs.

She wants to tell him something though, something true and real, that this is not who she is, that she never does things like this, that she would love to do it again. But she remains silent, as if saying the words would make all this fantasy disappear; this bold persona that she created wouldn’t ruin a moment like that. She puts on her clothes in silence, trying to find the perfect thing to say that will make him want to see her again, that will make him want to date her: but what is it?

“So…” She says

“Listen…” His words crash into hers

“Oh? Sorry…” She smiles “Tell me”

“Yes, uh…” She sees he is nervous and it’s so endearing that he is after what they just did, Yona can’t help but smile to herself

“What?”

“Look, I don’t do this often and I think we started the other way around…” He hesitates, walking towards her “But I would like to…” He inches closer to her, inching his lips to her ear “I would very much like to see you again”

She can’t help but laugh out loud at the innocent tones “And do it indoors for a change?” She winks, he smiles shrugging

“Well, yeah, yes. Maybe some dinner?”

“Mmmm! I’m a picky eater, though” She jokes as she slides back into her dress

“We can always skip dinner and go straight to the roof, you know”

“Oh my God, Hak!” She exclaims, playfully hitting him in the chest. They both explode into laughter and it feels to her like they have known eachother for a while; Comfortable and yet new. She had almost forgotten how it felt like.

“Look” He says after struggling with getting dressed again, his finger pointing at something behind her. She turns around and there it is. Majestic. Bright, perfect and breathtaking. The first ray of sun of the morning. She did it.

“Wow” She sighs, filling her nostrils with the smell of a fresh new day and her mind with the pink and red image of the sunrise. “I love it” Yona smiles, turning to him. She’s surprised to see his phone out and pointing at her as he takes a sneaky picture. “Hey!” She jokes, blushing

“I’m sorry, it’s just…” He lowers the phone and seems to type something in it “I just found the perfect name for you on my phone”

“Really? What is it?” She walks closer to him as he shows her the screen. And there, next to her picture the name reads: Yona of the Dawn.

Muaks ;)

#hakyona #son hak #yona #yona of the dawn #akatsuki no yona #hakyona fanfic #hakyona fic #myfics #mine #hak

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commissionsformel · 6 years

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Underneath The Stars

bask in the glory that is this picture jfc

| Afidgdwifgsajh I’m sorry this took so fucking long omg, tho ngl this does seem to be the best writing I’ve done so far uwu but despite how long this took, I hope that you still enjoy it |

| Commission for @first-blood-moon/ Picture above done by her also ; @menamiin-commi |

「 Part 1/2 」

「 Word count: 2143 」

「 Warnings: Mentions of sex 」

➽ As the evening sky glistened upon the new shiny car driving along the empty road, inside the driver struggled to focus on the road that was paved in front of him. His different colored orbs would frantically flicker back and forth to the brunette in the passenger seat next to him and the seemingly never ending asphalt in front of them. It was uneasy enough already, being in small area with his lover, and it didn’t help at all the brunette’s hand was moving slowly up the demon’s thigh.

Though when he turned to glance at the human he was on his phone as if nothing was happening, typical. Occasional teasing was very appreciated but he was driving for crying out loud, though it was clear Oliver didn’t care in the slightest. It seemed as though they could be out in public, a crowd even, and Oliver could touch Spencer in anyway, completely unashamed. Though of course, it’s not like the demon minded, in fact he loved the attention but in the right situation and under the appropriate circumstances of course.

Though the touching was very distracting, he was able to drive smoothly and safely. There destination wasn’t very far to begin with, about half an hour away. Still, it took a bit of convincing on his part to get his parents to approve of the drive. Him and Oliver had been dating for quite a while now, they were very close at this point. The amount of touching and kissing they did, one would think they had been dating for years and years though it’s only been two. Even so, Spencer was ready to move on now, finally. He had been thinking about this for a few months now, he was ready to take this to the next level.

He worried whether Oliver wanted to move on as well, but with all the sexual teasing and touching that goes on between them, the demon was fairly certain the brunette would be okay with it. Though of course if he isn't, then they would stop and do something else. Perhaps stargazing would be nice, the park they were going to would be perfect for that kind of thing, the field was very spacious. Evening was arriving, and it was quite cold, no humans would still be out at this time so it would be left for just them two.

The demon’s heart pounded just thinking about it, though, it didn’t help that the field had just now come into view and was now becoming closer and closer as the seconds went by. In all honesty, Spencer had no idea how he would initiate any of this, he secretly hoped that Oliver would advance onto him. Though he feared he might not, Oliver was quite unpredictable in situations such as these.

Pulling up into the parking lot, Spencer felt his face becoming hotter and he looked around to see that they indeed were the only ones there. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes briefly before turning the engine off. Though Oliver immediately exited to stretch, the demon remained quietly in the car. His hands making tight fists on his thighs, the material from his jeans compacted underneath his nails as he struggled to find the courage to join his lover outside.

‘He might reject me…’ he thought sadly, his top teeth sneaking past his lips to bite his bottom one harshly. He was probably overreacting, but it was hard to ignore his churning stomach. The way his eyebrow twitched as his heart thumped harshly against his ribcage, causing the demon to pant quietly. His thoughts jumbling around in his head, the possibilities of what could happen overwhelmed him immensely. The feeling of being closed in his own dark thoughts, it was surrounding him like a cloud. Like he could swallowed at any moment, and he would stuck forever.

A small knock at the window, Oliver stood outside, looking concerned as he peered into the car. A final breath left the demon as he exited the car slowly, his hair slightly disheveled. It stuck to his forehead with sweat… had it really been that bad to the point he sweated? In all honesty, he knew that there was no real reason to be nervous, he didn’t even know what he apprehensive about to begin with. Rejection? It was unlikely, he knew this, but still it hung over his head like a dark cloud.

Though his bitter thoughts were quickly swept aside with the gentle feeling of soft lips pressed against the cool skin of his forehead. Spencer gazed up and smiled warmly as Oliver pulled him into a tight embrace. His ecstatic heartbeat calming slowly as he melted underneath his lover’s gentle touch, his own arms snaking around the brunette’s waist. He held him closely, ensuring that he would not be able to leave until he was allowed it. No words were exchanged, though Spencer already felt so much better.

The feeling of Oliver’s arms around him, his light breathing upon Spencer’s neck made him feel safe, like nothing could ever happen to him. It was when he pulled slightly that Spencer began to panic again, though there mid sections still touched, Oliver’s head pulled back to look at the demon clearly. His eyes gentle and soft, his touch still warm on Spencer’s back as he parted his lips slightly and joined them slowly with Spencer’s cold ones. Closing his eyes quickly, Spencer basked in the kiss. It warmed him, the tingling feeling that ran down his spine had never ceased to occur since their very first kiss. It never failed to make his knees weak, though Oliver’s tight embrace ensured that Spencer wouldn’t fall.

It was a feeling Spencer knew all too well, and though it made him feel wobbly he loved it oh so much. If he could, he would stay like this for eternity, wrapped in his lover’s arms with the warm tingly feeling of his soft lips on his. He always wanted these moments to last longer, and he could tell, so did Oliver. Hands tangled themselves in the demon’s dark hair as Oliver deepened the kiss even more, he held Spencer’s head in place establishing that he was to stay here and not dare move in the slightest.

Normally in this situation, Oliver would be having Spencer chase after him. Teasing him, not granting him a kiss until he did what he was told to do… or something along those lines. Though it was fun at times, Spencer was no where near in the mood for anything like that. Suspecting this, Oliver proceeded to do what he knew his boyfriend loved.

Slow minutes passed by until the demon had completely calmed. Feeling his lover’s once clenched and tense muscles ease underneath his hands, Oliver pulled away slowly. The warmth of the kiss still lingering on his lips as he looked deeply into his lover’s eyes. His beautiful eyes were mesmerizing, though it was impossible to miss the deep concern that danced behind them. A quick pecks peppered along the brunettes cheek as Spencer spoke softly and sincerely.

“I’m fine… I’m excited to be here with you…” Which was true, spending time with Oliver is what made Spencer happy. The way his heart beat damn near out of his chest, how his breathing hitched every time Oliver got close, the hairs that would stand on end when he felt Oliver’s breath on his skin… normally speaking this would all sound horrible to experience and in some ways it was. It was painful, it was awkward, but it was caused by Oliver, caused by the love he felt for him. It was a good kind of , an oddly endearing kind of awkwardness it was a pleasurable kind of pain. Though it wasn’t something Spencer would say, at least while he was thinking straight, it was something he knew Oliver would never let him live down if he found out.

“You sure princess? I’m always here if you need to talk…” His voice gentle and sincere, setting the demons ears on fire as his face burned up as well. A hand was placed protectively on the small of Spencer's back, the burnette’s thumb rubbing soothingly on the demon’s spine. A content hum escaped his lips as he nodded, placing another kiss upon the brunettes cheek. Oliver may have a big tease, though in situations like these he knew exactly what to do in order to soothe his lover.

A few more minutes of silence passed by before finally the demon pulled away, his dark thoughts and doubt now gone, though only for now, he worried. A soft kissed was placed upon his forehead before Oliver sauntered behind the car to retrieve the picnic supplies they had packed. Today was planned to be the best day of their relationship, so far at least, though how it was going so far Spencer questioned if that was actually going to be the case. It was going to be… heart pumping to say the least, though he was really just concerned about Oliver having a good time. He wanted the brunette to enjoy himself, not spend the entire time worrying about him. Spencer would be damned if they didn’t have a good time just because of his insecurities.

Shoving aside his thoughts to the back of his head he began helping his lover unload the supplies. They didn’t pack much just minimal sandwiches and pocky plus the biggest blanket they could find. It was often used when they spent the night together, it’s big enough to cover both of them though they prefered to use each other for warmth instead of the thin fabric. No amount of blankets could make Spencer heat up the way Oliver’s arms could, it was a feeling of safety and love, something no blanket or person could ever replicate.

Placing a small kiss upon Oliver’s cheek, Spencer began making his way into the great big field looking for a spot to set up their picnic. Though as soon as he turned his body away from the brunette, he felt a hand sneak it’s way into the back pocket of his skinny jeans. A jolt ran through the demon’s body though soon after, he found that his own hand was snaking it’s inside the brunette's back pocket as well.

The field was empty, completely void of any humans or any creature for that matter. All Spencer could imagine was running carelessly through the field, feeling the cool breeze across his face as he twirled and spun to his heart’s content. Perhaps attempting to paint the horizon might be amusing. He did find oil paintings quite interesting but he never really was one to be good at art, even as a child in school when you were taught to draw simple shapes and figures.

Striding a bit further into the empty field, Spencer set down the blanket at last, finally settling on a nice patch of bright green grass. Slowly he lowered himself, a groan of relaxation escaping past his lips as his bottom met the ground gently. Though he only had a mere moment of peaceful breathing before his lap was crushed by the weight of Oliver's body. He didn’t mind being sat on, though if he had warning beforehand that would be nice.

Without even so much as giving Spencer a second to gather himself Oliver captured his lips in a hungry kiss. He was selfish sometimes, not that Spencer minded, it was quite cute when he would ask or beg Spencer for attention. It didn’t happen often, but when it did it was absolutely adorable. To a point where Spencer wanted to tease and ignore him on purpose just to hear his whine, though it always backfired.

He decided now wasn’t the time to do that, he couldn’t bear the thought of him risking the chance to sabotage his plans for tonight. Everything needed to be perfect, his attitude needed to be perfect. Anything Oliver wanted to do, they would do… to an extent.

Kissing back with the same passion, Spencer’s hands lowered and rested themselves on Oliver’s hips. The warmth Oliver provided, the feeling of safety and love he gave off whenever Spencer was near was far too irresistible. So much so that it sometimes pained him to be apart, but that was a separate issue.

Melting underneath Spencer’s touch, Oliver leaned forward pushing Spencer gently onto his back. He was always the one out of the two to, without a doubt, clearly make obvious what it is he wants. Especially when it came to what he wanted from Spencer which is something that the demon appreciated very much. It’s very easy to make decisions. Perhaps then, he’ll know if tonight was the night they’d go all way.

#wow i'm finally fucking doing commissions again #mellie writes!

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heroesarelife · 7 years

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Hello! May I request a little scenario with Nejire and her crush spending time on a lazy afternoon! What sort of thing do you imagine them doing? Perhaps with a little confession :3 Thank you and best of luck!!!!!

Hey there nonnie

Hadou Nejire

It was one of those afternoons that tend to be forgotten inthe mists of memories and endless days, the type that disappear to never be revisitedagain, becoming nothing more than lost and elusive mental images. But thistime, it was different. This time, they were sure it would become a very kind,important memory. Instead of being still and monotonous, it would be flowingwith soft movement, forever recognized by the smell of popcorn and flowerfields. Or perhaps by the clean sounds of easy laughter, fluctuating in the airand vibrating in tune with their heartbeat. A memory made perfect andunforgettable simply because Nejire was there, beside them.

The heavy and dense grey clouds blocked the sky, giving thesunlight a misty, almost ethereal quality. A climate that would usually haveput weight in their heart, suffocating them in loneliness. Instead, they wouldobserve her with unguarded awe, marveling in the way the mystical lightmatched the colour of her hair, making it shine like silver. Taking simple pleasurein the way the corner of her lips seemed to be forever curved in a subtlesmile, even as she relaxed in the couch, eyes focused on the silly tv show theyhad chosen to pass the time. She seemed somehow to always effortlessly emit somesort of light energy, inebriating in its gentle force, surrounding them andovertaking their thoughts, like the waves of her quirk would. It’s alright, it’sa force-field they welcomed with no reserve.

She laughed about a joke of the program, noticing then theirstare. The amused smile made way to loving one as she looked at them, raisingher hand in their direction. Calling. Wanting. Before they could even registertheir own movement, they smelled flower fields as they found themselves in herembrace, all honest and comforting and oh-so-good.

“Hey you.” She chuckled softly against their ear, her breathtickling their skin playfully, warm and soft. “You stare at me a lot like that.Makes me go all tingly. Thinking of anything in special?”

They ducked their head, gently nuzzling her jaw and causingher to giggle heartily. Both their bodies fell into place, cuddling each othercomfortably, sharing their personal space as if it was always meant to be thatway. They took a deep, satisfied breath. Allowing her scent to involve themfrom head to toe, from soul to heart. Fulfilling and simply… right.

“It’s because you look beautiful.” They answered with plainhonesty, placing a tender kiss against her neck, rejoicing in the velvety feelof her skin, in the small vibration of her pleasured sigh as she too relaxedinto their touch. Belonging there, with them.

“You don’t need to sweet talk me. I’m already here, dummy.” Sheplayed, airy and light. With a gesture as automatic as it was intimate, sheplaced her hand on their nape, he nails scraping the sensitive area lightly asshe pulled them towards her. They melted into her touch, compliant and willing,seeking her lips in a soft kiss. She was all velvet and sweetness, lips partingto let them forever remember how exactly a memorable afternoon tasted like.Popcorn, they decided. Popcorn and Nejire.

All fogged mind and liquid thoughts, they interrupted thekiss, smiling dreamily towards her. “Yes. Will you stay with me?”

She chuckled, pulling them into a the crook of her neck,kissing their ear lightly before murmuring, like a caress: “Always.”

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Fanfiction list, FFN and AO3

This is just a search of GrayTear filters on FFN and AO3, sorted by author. I haven’t gone through anything that was posted only on Tumblr. I haven’t read all of them, so in some cases it’s hard to tell if something is/is not actually gen. Obviously, not curated for quality or content.

01/04/2017

Kyogre (mod privilege is to be first and above the cut!)

Meeting Against Fate (Complete) By chance, Gray encounters Ultear while she is still on the Magic Council. Will their meeting change fate, or is it only starcrossed? (GrayTear, Gray and Erza friendship)

The Game (Complete) Gray and Ultear pretend to date. Also, hunt a secret cult. And also, politics. (GrayTear, post-Tenrou, slight AU)

Love, and Live On (gen, oneshot) Fairy Tail 476 oneshot. Ultear conveys one final message to Meldy and Gray - thank you, and goodbye.

Chance (oneshot) Prompt: Gray comes back to look for Ultear after he spotted her somewhere. (Adult canon ver.)

(the rest below)

myshippingdock

Brief Interludes (ongoing) Fleeting interludes between Gray and Ultear. set in canon. one-shots. two-shots. etc.

Gray and Ultear Vignettes (ongoing) It was incurable. He just got butterflies no matter what she did. The good kind and the bad kind and the every sort of thing in between kind. He got so many butterflies in his tummy from her, Gray thought he was going to explode and be sick someday. GrayTear. Shorter drabbles. AU or canon compliant.

The Pursuit Of You (oneshot) Modern AU University setting. Gray X Ultear.

He Cried (oneshot) He cried for her but he came to me. She vowed then to herself that she would fix him, for Ultear-san too. She would make Gray-sama want to live again and she would make sure to live for him so he would never have to cry again. Gray X Ultear and Gray X Juvia.

My Best Girl (oneshot) He placed a tender kiss on the top of her head. "I just couldn't leave my best girl." She smiled into his neck and snuggled closer, more than satisfied with his answer, a sweet permeating peace descending on her. She didn't think she deserved to be his best girl. But a dazed, happy fire warmed her down to the tip of her tingly toes that he did.

QuatroPuppy

Before Her Time Runs Out (going) Ultear always knew that her time was precious, and that has never been more apparent than when she happens to encounter a very confused, beaten and cursed Gray. The question is: will she use that time to admit her growing feelings for him or will her heart stay forever frozen? The only problem being that Gray's time - and hence Ultear's time is running out.

Her Pretty Smile

Evanescence (ongoing) {AU} She's a dark angel who takes souls out of dying people and collects their hearts. He's one of those certain people, but he begs her to let him live for forty-nine days so that he can fulfill his goal. She agrees, but only on the condition that she has to always be by his side. ["And so, the search for the killer now begins; who might it be?"] —GxU, LxJ

Demonwithasoul

Frozen hearts (ongoing) Both are Ice mages, both suffered tragic pasts. They have little in common but at the same time they are more alike than anyone else. Can they unfreeze each other's heart and finally attain the happiness that was taken from them?

Bound by Fate (ongoing, 243K??) During a mission, Lisanna is gravely hurt and to save her life Natsu does the only thing he can: he binds her life to his. What consequences will this bring to both of them? Lisanna x Natsu x Angel x Yukino / Ultear x Gray x Cana x Juvia / with slight crossover elements from Devil May Cry

Phenomiracle

Path to Redemption (ongoing) Ultear has been given a new leash on life. To protect and care for the one her mother sacrificed her life for. This story reenvisions the three months after Fairy Tail's return from Tenrou up to the start of the Grand Magic Games. GrayTear

Akiko_Natsuko

Gray x Ultear + 'Scars' (oneshot)

GrayTear + 'Time' (oneshot)

lady lutka

ultravice (oneshot) The immortality and immorality of Gray Fullbuster, infamous death demon and harbinger of a wicked vice. This is the story of a broken boy and how he was coaxed into the iron maiden-embrace of villainy. —gray&ultear /partner to ultraviolence/ ganglife!fic/ /modernAU/ (Note: ultraviolence is gr//uvia)

AYSHAS

The Tear Freezes (ongoing) Ul, had a tear. She name her Ultear. Ultear felt betrayed by the eye she fell from, after hearing the truth she changed her ways. Will the tear freeze once she gets close to ice-make user Gray Fullbuster? Also hints of Jerza :). GrayxUltear

TheDemonMirajane

I love you (oneshot) He has to say it five times before she believes it.

Fullbusterrulesmyheart

Smile hiding her tears (oneshot) She would hide her tears with a smile. UltearxGray.

Fire and Firefly (oneshot) He tried to convince her that they could be together and she did not need to suffer the pain of isolation alone, but she wanted him to be safe. Even if she just had to watch him from afar. GRAY X ULTEAR.

Thunder Explosion

One Last Sin (ongoing, gen) She saved his life even though he had ruined hers. Now she was knocking on deaths door because of it. He refused to let her go out like that. He will do whatever it takes to save her.

Daerunia

Arc of Night (oneshot, gen) And there, clinging to the warmth of her once-mother's hand and blinking snowflakes away with her teardrops, Ultear realized the weight of her sins. Thankfully, there are some nightmares that one can forget when dawn breaks. Takes place after Ultear's loss to Gray on Tenroujima.

Arc of Frost (oneshot, gen) Her nightmares became her waking horrors, ghosts and wisps of what she loved moved through the remnants of her life. A dying Ultear, living alone and with the regrets of her decision during the Dragon Festival, finds herself once again unable to tell falsehood from reality as she is visited by what feels like a ghost of the past that she aches for. Sequel to Arc of Night.

ScarredNotBroken

One Minute (oneshot, gen) Because he couldn't let her die before she knew just how much one minute could change everything. Spoilers for Ch. 335.

Guardian Angel (twoshot) Things once lost have a habit of returning in time - even if they may not return in the way one might want. GrayxUltear if you squint.

guitarstrings0187

One Last Minute (oneshot) Gray was supposed to die, but is suddenly alive and sees one minute into his future. He thinks that this was done by the woman that he loves, Ultear Milkovich. He rushes out in order to find her so that he can finally tell her how he feels before she dies. GrayxUltear

Dawnie'B

Hesitance (oneshot) The sound of the river was evident, creating a calm atmosphere for the two. They were both fully aware these moments would be sparse; Ultear's fugitive status meant they needed to be cautious. Ultear's relationship with Gray causes hesitance from her side. She counts up the factors and informs him, he counters each. Graytear. Set during the GMG arc.

whoeverIamloves

What Couldn't Have Been (oneshot, gen) A vignette of the moment in episode 200 or 201 where Gray realizes what happened during that battle.

RadioRegicide

Garden of Winter (Ongoing, gen) When a little girl stumbles out from a cluster of trees the world will suffer the consequences for her selfish choice because without the pebble there can be no ripples. With no ripples the waves that shape the future cannot come to be and leave only darkness. Fate is a scornful mistress and sometimes the absence of a lesser evil only serves to give way to a greater one.

Mnemosyne's Elegy

One Minute's Worth (oneshot, gen) Gray didn't recognize the little old lady on the side of the road at first, but when he did, he stopped the carriage. After all, Ultear shouldn't have to think that her life was only worth a single minute unless she knows how valuable that one minute really was.

Down in the Rose Garden (oneshot, gen) Perhaps Ultear still had a few lingering regrets or a moment of doubt and sadness every once in a while, but for the most part, she's settled into her new life quite happily. And then one day someone from her old life drops by unexpectedly for a visit.

The Ultimate Penguin

Ultear's Restart (ongoing, gen) When Ultear sacrifices her self to stop the Dragons she over powers the last ages spell and ends up in the past she now has a chance to go with her mother instead of joining grimor heart

SummerRain63

When Time Passes (oneshot) The hero of the nation has one last chance to save the world. When all that she had was ripped from her, she has to make one last sacrifice in order to ensure the worlds safety. (AU/Gray and Ultear)

#graytear #fanfic

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