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jeonbunnie · 3 years ago

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moonstruck

pairing: reader x namjoon

summary: the one where namjoon makes the moon his lover

genre: fluff, smut, tiny bit of angst, greekgods!au,

soundtrack: orbit— nao

content/warnings: 18+, strangers to lovers, POV shifts, goodess!reader, mortal!namjoon

a/n: this is apart of yutasgalaxy’s gods among us collab! such a lovely idea ty for creating it, I had lot of fun writing reader as the goddess selene.♡ (also not beta’d)

word count: 4.1k

♪ Kinda sad but you remind me, you remind me of a love that I once knew ♪

Insomnia liked to play with Namjoon.

On bad days, he couldn't get to sleep at all. The stress would keep him up. Or maybe it was the tv, or maybe it was his cell phone? Sometimes it seemed to be a combination of all three. On good days, he'd spend hours curled up in bed, thoughts racing a mile a minute before finally, finally, falling asleep. But it wasn't just that he couldn't get to sleep: the problem was staying asleep.

He always woke up around 2 a.m., when his anxious body pulled him from the depths of his consciousness, and tonight was no different.

Namjoon shifted in bed, turning on his side to face the window. His limbs felt strange and heavy, prickly sensations running through them like static. Lately, the lack of sleep was starting to become a nightly occurrence. He couldn't sleep, but at least he had the moon.

If he was honest with himself, insomnia all started after the end of his last relationship.

After the breakup, it got harder and harder for him to answer his phone. He didn't feel like hanging out with Hoseok and Yoongi around campus on the one chance he'd run into her. His friends kept saying that he needed to get up and get out, get under someone to get over his ex. But Namjoon didn't have it in him to start a rebound with a stranger.

And it didn't feel right to lay the burden of fixing all the broken pieces of his heart on his friends.

So he stayed inside, and he kept to himself, only talking to the moon.

When no one else was around, the moon was his confidant. Talking to her was peaceful, healing even. He told her everything, from how his day went to his innermost thoughts. He told her things he didn't feel safe whispering to anyone else.

Tonight, her beauty was breath-taking; round, full, figure glowing up the endless dark. On nights like these, when his mind was restless, the moon was Namjoon's only comfort.

"Hey, beautiful." He said, beaming at the sight of her. "You look radiant tonight."

There was a certain kind of madness that came from self-isolation. Namjoon didn't think he was going crazy, but sometimes, he swore he could hear her talking back. A sweet, calm voice, echoing in the distance. Sometimes he thought it was all in his head.

Little did he know, you talked to Namjoon just as much as he spoke to you.

Maybe it was the gentle cadence of his deep voice or the adoring looks he sent your way, but you quickly grew fond of Namjoon and his midnight talks. You couldn't help but respond when he called out to you.

Hi Namjoon. I thought you went to bed early tonight? Can't sleep again?

You weren't sure if he really heard you, of course. Humans rarely paid attention to the gods these days, and if they did, they certainly weren't focused on you, a long-forgotten moon goddess. But he always responded in kind.

"I tried. Caught a few z's for a while, but I'm awake now, so it's just you and me." Namjoon sat up, swinging his legs out of bed, rising to throw on a housecoat. "I'm gonna make some tea; you want some?"

Your heart softened at the offer, even though you knew it was a half-hearted offer. Sure, you giggled. Send me up a cup.

Lifting your white gown, you pad over barefoot to the balcony of your temple to get a better view. You sat between the columns lining it, feet dangling off the side of sparkling white marble as you looked down below you. Normally, the balcony overlooked a galaxy of stars with constellations blinking through the night and auroras blanketing the sky. But more and more frequently, you changed the view, opening a portal to see your favorite mortal.

Namjoon was in the kitchen putting a kettle on the stove. "What kind of tea does the moon like? Green? Earl Grey?"

Have you ever heard of golden milk?

"Never heard of it."

It's my favorite. Sooo good. I'll make you some sometime. When we finally get that date.

Namjoon chuckled, "Okay, I'll look forward to it."

You made promises like that a lot, even when you both knew they'd never come true. You couldn't exactly have a tea party with him from your domain, but it was the thought that counted. Maybe you were flirting—just a little bit—but you couldn't help but tease.

You watched as he poured the boiling water into a cup and grabbed a bag kg tea from the cupboard. You liked watching him and chatting with him until the sun came up.

Perhaps it was an invasion of privacy (and neglect of your duties, it was your job to bless the restless with sleep, not keep them up all night talking), but you couldn't help yourself.

Namjoon added a teaspoon of sugar into his steaming tea; the clink of the spoon meeting glass was the only sound in the apartment. Things were awfully quiet now that he had a place to himself.

"Don't you ever find yourself wanting company?"

You keep me company.

Namjoon smiled, flashing his dimples and warmth flooded through your chest. You loved that smile.

A friend, I mean, someone you talk to.

We talk every night. Are we not friends? You teased.

"I like to think so," he said. "I come to you with everything, but who do you go to?

You laughed at that. I don't go anywhere. I'm the moon.

The moon incarnate, to be exact. You had celestial responsibilities; most deities were much too busy to meet with one another. The gods kept to their designated realms, and not all of you got along.

"Do you ever get lonely up there? All by yourself?" He wondered aloud, looking out the window at the full moon.

You paused, a bit surprised by the personal question. Namjoon talked to you about all kinds of personal things, but rarely did the conversation center you and your state of well-being. You couldn't remember the last time someone asked about how you were feeling.

Namjoon listened for that still, quiet voice.

I'm not alone, you finally said. I have the stars.

"Hmm," he hummed, taking a sip of his tea. "But they're so far away?" He tried to picture it, letting his imagination run wild, but somehow he couldn't see the stars making very good companions.

"Are the stars enough?"

It was strangely endearing to hear the concern in his voice. Most humans weren't so thoughtful; they never considered the moon an entity outside of nature, let alone someone with desires and feelings. If they talked to you at all, it was only to pray for their desires: more sleep, more time, more power. No one ever considered your well-being.

You didn't have very many friends, and with the faith of humanity fading every day, there was no need for human interactions.

You did miss that part, your relationship with mankind. To be needed, fulfill those needs, and be loved in return…the connection between mortals and the gods was truly sublime. It'd been so long since you'd felt a love like that.

Perhaps you were lonely.

No, they're not enough, you said quietly, mostly to yourself.

Namjoon heard you, though. He knew what that felt like.

He looked up into the sky, wanting so badly to have you by his side. "I wish—" he cut himself off, looking down into the tea he cupped in his hands, almost too embarrassed to admit the absurdity out loud.

"I wish you were here…."

More than that, he wished you were real. That all this pillow talk could take place in person. "I wish I could be with you right now. Then neither of us would have to be lonely."

A cloud passed, blocking out the moon and covering the room in darkness. Namjoon closed his eyes, imagining the impossible visualizing the moon, just for a second. The moon personified, in an all-white dress, divine glow all around her.

And when he opened them, his vision had materialized in front of him.

The cup slipped from his hands, tumbled down below to break into a million tiny shards, but Namjoon barely heard the crash—he was too busy looking at you, the woman standing in his kitchen.

…

A few minutes later, you sat on his couch and held Namjoon's warm hands in yours.

"Sorry," you said, tenderly picking out shards of glass from his palm. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"You didn't—I think I was surprised more than anything."

You hadn't expected it to happen so quickly. You also hadn't expected your human to be so clumsy, scrambling to clean up the mess he made at your arrival with his bare hands. However, his reaction is probably one of the calmest you'd ever seen.

"You're taking this well," you said, eyeing him as you worked. You could tell Namjoon just rolled out of bed by the look of him, honey brown locs curling into an endearing mess, a tell-tale sign of bed head. He looked comfy in a plain white t-shirt and some grey sweats, but you could see the dark circles under his eyes

Namjoon winced as you pulled out another shard, then let out a chuckle. "Honestly, if this didn't hurt so bad, I'd swear I was dreaming right now."

"But I'm not dreaming, am I?" He asked, voice low.

You smiled at him softly. "You're not dreaming."

Namjoon had an idea of who—what—you were the minute he laid eyes on you, crazy as it was. You'd already done the whole who, what, why thing. And he knew it was you the second he heard your voice, the voice he'd been dreaming of for months on end. But still, he needed it explained once more to be sure. "I still don't think I understand."

"You summoned me," you started.

One minute you were in your temple watching Namjoon from above, and the next, you were right there in the room with him.

"Mortals used to think they needed a sacrifice or an offering to summon us, but it's never really been that complicated."

"Sacrifice… like? Ah—" Namjoon grimaced as you pulled out another shard. "Sacrifice to the gods?"

"Mhmm," you hummed.

Namjoon's mind raced as all the information flooded to him, momentarily distracting him from the pain. "Are you telling me you're the moon goddess? Like Selene?"

You smiled at his recognition. "I go by many names…but, yes."

He couldn't be in more awe. He studied all the Greek classics and always enjoyed reading tales of the gods…but never thought he'd meet one. It all felt so impossible.

"How can you be real? I mean, here, in the flesh?"

You laughed. "I've always been real. Just away…People stopped believing in the gods. There hasn't been a need for us to take human form in millennia. Most of us just keep to ourselves unless we're summoned."

It'd been ages since someone even spoke your name, let alone beckoned you to their side. "You're the first in a very long time."

"But how? I didn't have a sacrifice or an offering."

"The mind is a powerful thing. You thought of me, and for a moment…you believed. You accepted the possibility of my existence. And that belief, coupled with the sincerity of your request, brought me to you."

You'd almost forgotten what it was like to take on the abrupt change. The shift in the air, change in matter, that transported you from one plane to another. It felt foreign even to you. You couldn't imagine what it must be like to appear to an unknowing mortal.

"Did any of that make sense?"

Namjoon nodded. It all still felt surreal, but he could understand.

By the time you finished explaining, you had cleaned all the glass from Namjoon's hands. "Hold still," you said, placing your hands over his open palms. "This might tingle a bit."

Namjoon watched as light bloomed from your hand, spreading into his own, a golden hue lighting between you. Then came the heat, a hot pricking sensation that dissolved into a pooling warmth. When you took away your hands, there were no wounds, no scars. He was completely healed.

You looked up from his hands. "There, all better."

Namjoon brought a hand to his face, staring in amazement. "I have so many questions."

You grinned at him. "Well, thanks to you, we have all night. Ask me anything you like."

The two of you relocated to the bedroom, where so many of your conversations took place. You manifested warm mugs of milk, turmeric, and cinnamon—the golden milk as promised. Namjoon drank his all up within minutes, and you had to keep refilling his cup. You carried on for the next hour, drinking and talking in the dark.

Had the conversation been with anyone else, perhaps sitting on his bed with a stranger would have been uneasy, but with you, it felt intimate, familiar even.

Because he knew you after all, even with all that time apart, meeting with him didn't feel strange—it felt like a part of him was coming home.

"When was the last time you were summoned?" He asked, curiosity still on his tongue. He wanted to know everything about you.

Your brow furrowed as you tried to recall, but alas, no memories surfaced. It pained you that you didn't know. "You know what? I can't remember."

"Humanity has long forgotten about the gods. Few, if any, speak to us anymore. Your's is the only voice I've known for centuries..."

If he closed his eyes and listened to you speak, no doubt, the same peace washed over him like hearing you all those nights before, your voice like a lullaby putting him at ease.

Except Namjoon couldn't take his eyes off you.

You were hypnotizing, and it wasn't just the haloed glow that danced around the top of your head like a crown.

You stopped talking, catching the look in his eye. "I'm sorry, I'm talking too much, aren't I?"

"Not at all; I'm not staring because you're boring me. Quite the opposite actually… .you're captivating."

"Am I different than you imagined?" You said.

"Yeah, you're different," he admitted. "Better."

You weren't sure how to take his open interest. A part of you, though, was flattered, intrigued even; you couldn't deny how handsome he was and the attraction you felt building.

But you'd already been down this road. This feeling…it reminded you of a love you had before. But that was a different time, with another man—a man whose eyes remained closed to you.

You hadn't been involved with another human since, and though you knew this time was different—you couldn't go there, not again. Falling for a mortal was out of the question. You shook your head, blocking out the thought.

"What is it?" Said Namjoon.

"Nothing," you said, dismissing his concern. "I suppose I just haven't had this much attention in quite a while. I don't know what to do with myself."

"Do you miss it?"

"Miss what?"

"Humanity."

You shrugged. "Less and less since I started watching over you."

"Oh," Namjoon said, lips curling as he brought his mug to his lips. "So you've been watching me, huh?"

You feel yourself glow a bit, brightening in your embarrassment. "Don't say it like that! I haven't stalked you or anything. I just like to check in on you from time to time for my own comfort."

That gave him pause. He set his drink down on the bedside table, facing you fully. "I bring you comfort?"

You blinked. You hadn't realized the words you just said, even now, even though it was the truth.

You nodded, suddenly shy.

Namjoon could help but grin at your reaction. Was the moon…Blushing? Hearing that warmed him inside. He found himself drawn to you. Was it your power? Namjoon couldn't tell if it was your godhood or something more, but he felt bewitched. "I hope you know the feeling is mutual."

He found himself inching closer towards you, close enough to feel the heat radiating off your body.

You didn't fight the proximity as Namjoon inched closer to you on the bed. There was a part of you, a small, stupid part that wanted him even closer.

"Can I kiss you?" Namjoon blurted out.

He knew how ridiculous that sounded the second it was out of his mouth, but he couldn't help himself. He felt inexplicably drawn to you. Ever since you appeared to him, the need to be close to you was all-consuming.

You'd already had your heart broken by a man who never could have loved you the same way you loved him. But against all sanity, you didn't pull away at his request. Worse, you leaned in.

What were you doing? Hadn't you learned your lesson before? And yet, here you were…risking the same heartache again.

"I don't think you should…" you said, heart, guarded, voice just above a whisper.

"Why not? The light you cast every night, it's love. You send your love down for everyone, but who's loving you?"

"Let me…" he said, lips ghosting against yours.

His words moved your heart, even when your mind told you otherwise. A relationship between a mortal and a goddess would only end in tragedy. But still…

You wanted this. Wanted him. It'd been so long since you'd felt affection for a man, so long since you'd known love—even longer since somebody touched you.

So when Namjoon closed the gap and pressed his lips to yours, you sank into the kiss with a sigh.

Namjoon kissed you slowly at first, cupping your jawline tentatively as if you could disappear at any moment. For all, he knew you would. He wanted to savor every moment, every sigh, every hum of pleasure. Only when you leaned into him, pressing your chest to his, did he deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth.

You'd forgotten how good kissing felt. Namjoon licked into your mouth, and a constellation of pleasure lit up inside you. All apprehension flew from your mind. All that mattered was the way he made you feel: hot, desired, wanted.

And you wanted him, too—more than you thought possible.

He kissed down your neck, lips soft as clouds, so gentle it made your heartache. His hands had a will of their own, wrapping themselves around your waist, pulling you from your side of the bed and into his lap. He felt the delicious weight of you in his lap before his mind could catch up, and he broke the kiss, pausing to check in.

"Is this okay?"

"Please," you panted. "Don't stop."

Namjoon kissed you again, stealing your breath. But this time, the kiss was hungry. All tongue and teeth and hiss and bite. You could feel him, hot and heavy between your thighs, the thinness of your gown doing little to conceal his growing arousal.

You ground down in his lap, both of you moaning at the pleasure it caused. His hand dug into the flesh of your ass and dragged you harder against him.

It was all too much and not enough. You want to feel Namjoon's skin on yours. You pulled back for a moment, and just like that, you dissolved yourselves of any clothing in a flash of light.

With both of you naked before each other, something shifted between you. A dionysian heat passed over you, and you knew you wouldn't be satisfied until you had Namjoon inside you.

You were overwhelmed by the hazy look in his eyes, lust darkening his stare as he drank up the sight of you.

Namjoon can't believe his eyes, the divinity in front of him. "You're perfect," he marveled, hands coming up, sliding up your waist to cup your breast, and you moaned at his hot touch.

When his eyes dipped lower, eyeing the wetness between your legs, his cock throbbed. "I wanna taste you."

He splayed his hand out on your belly, lowering you to down the bed then quickly diving between your thighs. You barely had time to catch your breath, and then he was there, where you needed him most, pink tongue sliding against your folds.

You threw your head back, back arching as Namjoon worshiped at the altar between your thighs. You lost all sanity, fingers tangling in his hair, and he lapped at your center. And when his mouth trailed up, was sucking hard on your clit, as he pushed two fingers inside you, sparks traveled down your thighs till your toes curled in bliss.

Namjoon held you through it, licking up your juices and tasting ambrosia on his lips. "So good," he hummed, husky voice making you shiver.

You whimpered at the last swipe of his tongue on your clit. You can't help but agree; it's good, so good, but it's not enough. You need more; need him inside you.

"Namjoon," you said, voice strained as you tugged at his hair to get his attention. He looked up, eyes staring into you, making you feel molten inside. You couldn't hold back your desire anymore

"Take me."

Reluctantly, Namjoon parted from you, taking his time to lick up the rest of our cum like nectar. Only when you whined did he fully pull away, positioning himself at your entrance.

He locked eyes with you once more, looking for your consent even as his length pulsed against your thigh. But instead, he found hesitation in your eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asked, eyes crinkled with concern. "Do you want me to stop?"

You shook your head, feeling strangely vulnerable. "No, it's just—It's been a while."

Namjoon smiled at you reassuringly. "It's been a while for me, too. Don't be nervous. I'll take care of you."

He leaned down and kissed you again, lips so soft, so sweet. Then he lined up with your entrance and pushed inside. You held onto his shoulders, fingers biting crescent moons into his skin, and he took you, claiming your heavenly body as his.

Namjoon moaned at the sensation of being inside you. You felt like heaven. Hot, and wet, and so damn tight. He kissed your neck, catching his breath as the ecstasy washed over him.

You felt so full as he slid in all the way, every inch of him stretching you to the limit. When he stilled, giving you time to adjust you lifted your hips, somehow still desperate for more of him.

Namjoon wasted time giving you what you wanted. He rocked into you, pace steady, deep. The way he loved you had you crying out with every drag of his cock against your walls. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest as he filled you over and over again.

You all but melted in his arms. You wanted to stay in this moment, but you could already feel yourself reaching a peak.

Namjoon knew; he could feel you clenching, squeezing him just right. He quickened the pace, driving into you with a force that has him seeing stars. Each thrust pushed you closer and closer until you fell over the edge, orgasm spiraling through you like a falling star. The halo around you grew bright, lighting up the room as you transcended into paradise.

Namjoon followed you, white-hot pleasure hooting through his veins, eclipsing everything else till all he felt was the glory of having you. He came moaning your name as his cum spilled deep inside you.

You felt empty inside when he pulled out, but the feeling was so short-lived. Namjoon wasted no time cradling you in his arms, his body spooning you till your tangled limbs curled together, resembling a half-moon.

You relaxed into his touch, feeling true content for the first time in a long time as he pulled the sheets over you.

"I didn't know I could feel like that for anyone anymore," you said when your breaths faded into a comfortable silence.

Namjoon watched you, marveling at the moonlight pooling in his arms, completely enamored by your afterglow. "Me either."

You turned in his arms to face him. There was so much you wanted to say. But with so many feelings reawakening inside, you didn't know where to start. So instead, you kissed him. Soft and sweet, and as lovingly as you could. And when he kissed you back, with just as much ardor, you knew you didn't need any words at all.

"You have to go, don't you?" He said when you broke away, looking at you with hope in his eyes.

You looked out the window. Outside it was almost dawn, soon it would be dawn and the sun would rise, signaling another day. But you still had some time. "Not yet," you sighed, cuddling into his chest.

"I think I'll stay awhile.”

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thepuckishrogue · 4 years ago

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Javier Escuella x GN!Reader in: A Hunter’s Prey

NSFW ABCs || R is for ‘Risk’

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

↞ Previous: …and wake up slow~♪ || Q is for ‘Quickies’

|| f!reader version | gn!reader version | m!reader version ||

|| ao3 version | abcs m.list | rdr m.list | writing blog ||

↠ Requested By: No one, naturally. ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: Not-SFW, obviously. ((MINORS BEGONE!!)) ↠ CWs/TWs: The first half of the ficlet is centered around hunter-prey dynamics. Also slight fearplay?? Maybe??? Like only in as much as I think that hunter-prey always has a bit of an undertone of fear to it, but maybe that’s just me… ↠ Total WC: ~2.6k

It’s like something straight out of a horror movie, this scenario that you’ve willingly put yourself in. You, a professional victim fleeing for their life. He, a hunter diligently seeking out his prey. Not that he has to look too hard, mind. You’re hardly a master of stealth.

↠ In which you take a not-so-leisurely stroll through the forest with Mister Escuella. || A Modern AU

Risk || Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.

He is so down to experiment with you.

Like I said back in ‘N’, there isn’t much he isn’t up for trying at least once. Javier’s the type of guy that sees just about everything as being fair game if it’ll make you both feel good. So long as it won’t end with you being severely injured he’s willing to go for it.

As for risk—well you’ve made it this far into my ABCs so you should know all about his exhibitionist streak by now lol. Stuff like that really gets him going, though in the yeehaw days he knows that he has to keep a rein on his more daring impulses just for safety’s sake. In modern times I canon him as being a hell of a lot more bold, but like within reason. He’s not going to bang in some place that’ll get you arrested or anything like that, but…

Well, okay, so public sex acts are p. illegal, so maybe it’s fairer to say that he won’t do it anywhere super scandalous. As a result you’re well acquainted with every back alley and scenic overlook that the city has to offer lmao. Bathrooms at bars and clubs are old favorites and dressing rooms are also sometimes a thing if he thinks you can get away with it.

Overall he’s pretty open and enthusiastic about sex, so like feel free to go for it because he certainly will!

A Hunter’s Prey || WC: 1.4k~

💦 Tags: Final reminder that this fic contains hunter-prey themes and fearplay by proxy. If such things bother you for whatever reason, then you should click away now as this is not the fic for you.

Javi stalks Reader through the woods for a long while, and once they’re caught, well… it becomes v. apparent that they both enjoyed the chase. There’s some mild dumbification on Reader’s part; it mostly manifests itself in the form of mindless babbling, but it’s quite clear that head is indeed empty. And apparently Javier’s the boy scout of aftercare, because homie’s prepared lmao. There’s a touch of banter towards the end, with promises of more to come once they arrive home…

The beat of your heart pulses in your ears. A rapid, but steady thud-thud-thudding, it drowns out the pant of your breaths, the hammer-like falls of your feet. This cacophony of panic is only heightened by the snapping of twigs that sound from somewhere behind you—or did it come from your left? Your right, maybe? Honestly it’s hard to tell. The forest plays tricks on you like that, carrying echoes through its branches and distorting them in such a way that only a creature far more in tune with its cadence could ever hope to distinguish.

It’s like something straight out of a horror movie, this scenario that you’ve willingly put yourself in.

You, a professional victim fleeing for their life. He, a hunter diligently seeking out his prey.

Not that he has to look too hard, mind. You’re hardly a master of stealth.

You catch a sliver of movement in your peripheral, a flash that’s there and gone too fast for your mind to fully latch on to with any real surety aside from the color. It’s the exact same shade of blue as Javier’s pullover; so deep and shadow-like is its color it could almost be mistaken for black, and surely that’s the reason he’d chosen to shrug into just before you parted at the treeline. His eyes had held a curious type of fire in them then—it was darker, wilder, a white-hot blaze to replace the usual smolder that his eyes held whenever he looked at you. Funny, he’d been so hesitant when you’d first presented the idea of this dynamic to him, and yet after only a couple of days’ worth of research he’s managing to fill his role beautifully.

He is not a wolf stalking its quarry, nor is he a lion circling a morsel or an owl swooping down with talons extended—in this way he is more akin to a cat that has a mouse by its tail.

He has made his skill, his dominance, clear and intentions clearer—he’s toying with you and fuck you if you’re not loving every minute of it.

Another round of breaking branches sound and you silently curse. Were it someone like Charles chasing you, you would never know that he was there until he was standing before you, but your man isn’t one for subtlety. He does not try to hide his approach and in a way that’s far more terrifying than if he were to be whisper silent. There’s something about knowing that he’s just behind you, that he could overtake you at any moment that sends a shiver down your spine even as heat shoots to your core. A new gush of wetness soaks into your underwear and though it makes running just that bit more uncomfortable you don’t dare stop. You keep propelling yourself forwards until your lungs burn, until your legs scream and your stomach churns in revolt of such a punishing pace.

Of course your body demands rest on occasion and the first time you were forced to give in you’d been surprised to find that you weren’t immediately accosted. You had been cowering under a natural overhang trying to catch your breath when you saw him. Javi had stood several feet away propped up against a tree—arms folded, legs extended, and ankles crossed as he had watched you with an almost casual disinterest. Said disinterest was feigned, of course, as you could clearly see the way his eyes tracked your every movement. When this happened for a second, then third time you had finally demanded to know what the hell his deal was, and his reply–

“Prey that doesn’t squirm, that’s too tired to fight back? What’d be the fun in capturing that, amor?” The husk that deepened his voice left you shivering with anticipation.

That was—god, at least an hour ago now. Back when the sun was just starting to make its descent, and the woods had an almost reverent hush about it. Now the world is alive with sounds. Crickets and cicadas sing out opposing choruses below while the occasional rustle sounds from above as diurnal creatures cede ground to their late night counterparts. Shadows stretch and yawn to distort the land around you, making traversing the forest just that little bit more treacherous.

Your pace slows out of necessity, and though you don’t see him, you know that Javier adjusts his own to match the change—or at least that’s what you assume until his scent wafts over you. Sandalwood cut with something fresh and earthy coils around you in a way that says he’s close enough to touch you, and yet he doesn’t move to grab you. Instead he sticks close enough to raise the fine hairs on your body, close enough to send a white-hot jolt of something down your spine. It’s a heady mixture, this feeling of fear and paranoia and arousal; the turbulent blend leaves you lightheaded even as your core throbs and fuck why haven’t you tried this before?

Impossibly you want this to go on forever and to stop all at once. With a mind that is equal parts lust- and fear-addled you’re not sure which side of the dichotomy to give in to, but you quickly find that you don’t have to pick as the decision is being made for you in short order. Strong, inked hands latch on to the knit of your sweater where it sits just above your hips. Despite knowing that it’s your man that has you, you let out a shriek and surge forwards as much as his hold will allow for. The strain of your movement sends you both tumbling to the ground and while you can certainly feel Javi’s weight pressing into your back it’s not as substantial as it could be; when you see the hand that brackets your own you realize that he caught himself and you partly.

His opposite arm is curled around your waist to pull you up and against him while your own hands are digging into greenery that’s more dirt than grass in a mostly successful attempt to keep you from becoming one with it. Your combined efforts have kept you from busting your face, though the snowdrop plant that sits crumpled in your fist hasn’t fared quite as well. The light perfume is cut through by the sharper tang of its crushed green parts to create a cloying mix, though neither scent is quite so potent as that which envelops you from above.

Javier presses a hot, opened mouth kiss against your nape, his tongue snaking out to taste the sweat that mists the back of your neck, before nosing at your ear. “Game over, amor,” he tells you before closing teeth and lips over the lobe and sucking. The feeling leaves you weak, so much so that your arms give out completely. Fortunately for you he seems to have expected this outcome and he braces your now limp and shaking form more firmly against himself.

The adrenaline that floods your veins isn’t exactly abating, but it has lost the edge of fear that initially drove it. In its place is a longing so deep, so desperate that it’s almost unbearable. You grind back into your man with needy little thrusts of your hips; the resulting friction does more for him than it does for you, you’re sure, as his dick is cradled between your cheeks, but fuck if his groan doesn’t hit hard. He ruts back against you as he makes promises of the filthiest kind, and with each lewd word that falls from his lips you feel yourself getting more and more sensitive. Suddenly the rub of your clothes is too much, the ground under your knees too hard, the autumn-cool air too sharp and yet somehow still stifling. Your every sense is heightened, your nerves flayed and raw–

You need to feel him inside of you. Fingers, tongue, cock—you don’t give a shit about what goes where you just need him, now.

“Goddamn. This really got you goin’, huh amor?”

…okay. So, you may have said all of that out loud, but fuck it, you’re too far gone to care at this point. Thankfully your man’s right there with you. Javi pulls you both to your feet only to crash your lips together nearly in the same motion. His kiss is all tongue and teeth and wandering hands and breathy moans.

“I need to get you home, baby,” he tells you before nipping at your bottom lip, “in our bed,” this time he suckles at the still stinging flesh, “so I can fuck you right.”

All you can do is nod frantically before allowing yourself to be kissed stupid again.

Home is several towns over. You don’t make it that far, naturally—hell you barely make it into the backseat.

Everything that precedes him sinking into the waiting warmth of your body is reduced to a colorless blur, with things only coming back into focus when you grind down onto him. The pair of you are far too needy to be gentle, too gone for things to be anything but quick and dirty. Javi’s hips piston into you, his hands gripping your pliant body in a bruising grip as he makes sure that you meet him thrust for thrust. When you feel his lips clamp down around your nipple you realize you’re completely naked and while you have no fucking idea when that happened you’re grateful for the lack because good goddamn his tongue feels amazing—annnd he’s laughing so you probably said that aloud too. Honestly you have no idea what nonsense is pouring from your lips at this point nor do you actually care; there’s no room or even a need for dignity when you’re wrapped up in your lover’s arms like this.

You’re taken through your paces and pushed further towards your end with every pump of his thick cock. You can feel each ridge and vein as they drag against your fluttering walls and it’s good, it’s so damn good, and it only gets better when calloused fingers begin to work against your core. It only takes a few seconds of this coordinated attack to send you flying head first into your bliss. Your reedy cry of release is followed just seconds later by a low, drawn out “Joder” and warmth flooding your insides. Javier’s orgasm is almost enough to trigger a second one from you, though you’re too wrung out to properly chase it down.

He cradles you close afterwards, hands following the line of your spine as he helps to slowly ease you back down from the clouds of pleasure that’re keeping you aloft. Between the ebbing adrenal response and having your insides thoroughly rearranged you’re still too groggy to fully focus on what he’s saying, but the cadence of his voice is more than enough to soothe you. Your eyelids grow heavy with each repetitive stroke and before you know it you’re out like a light.

The feel of the car gliding to a stop wakes you some time later. It takes you a minute to remember why you’re sore and wearing nothing but a blanket in the backseat but once you do you let out a dreamy sigh. Said sigh turns into a breathy moan when you arch into a stretch before moving to sit up. Keeping the blanket tucked firmly around you, because these windows are not at all tinted, you try to get your bearings. From the looks of things you’re a little over halfway home; the realization leaves you feeling a bit shocked as you had to travel nearly two hours to find a stretch of forest that wasn’t occupied by actual hunters or campers. You hadn’t planned on sleeping as long as you have, but in your defense you did get thoroughly fucked after spending the better part of the afternoon doing a running tour of the local-ish woods.

When you catch Javi’s gaze in the rearview his eyes are shining in that love-struck way they have about themselves whenever he’s looking at you. He turns down music that is only noted by its sudden absence before asking you if you slept well. The sluggish nod and yawn combo that you give belies your reply making you both laugh.

“Awww. You’re so cute when you’re like this, babe—all fucked out and sleepy.”

You duck your head as you whine a drawn out “Stoooop…” Though childish, your request gets you what you want all the same. Well mostly. He’s still smirking at you through the mirror, but it’s kinda very-much-so a good look on him so you’ll allow it.

“We’ve still got a bit of a drive ahead of us,” he continues on, “so feel free to drift back off if you wanna. But if you’re hungry there’s snacks and water in the bag—it’s down there, behind the passenger seat…” He makes a sound of affirmation as you heft the thing. “That thermos tucked in on the side’s filled with tea, though it’s probably gone cold by now.”

The thoughtful display is as familiar as anything in your relationship, but you find yourself swooning nonetheless. You coo out your thanks before pulling out a granola bar and a bottle of water, both of which are gone sooner than you expect. You can hear Javi chuckling under his breath at your ravenous display, no doubt the (rightfully) cocky bastard is damn proud of having driven you to this type of hunger as well.

“That’s right, amor, you eat up,” he starts when you tear into the bag of trail mix next, “you’re gonna need all that energy and more when I get you home.”

“That a threat, Escuella?” you ask with an arched brow.

A deliciously dark laugh fills the tiny space with ease. “Oh, baby, you know I don’t bother with threats—that’s a fuckin’ promise.”

Up next: La Petite Mort || S is for ‘Stamina’

You’re not playing any games tonight, not taking on any roles. The only goal that Javi has in mind is to make you come apart as many times as possible and dammit if he isn’t delivering.

↠ In which Javier takes you through your paces. || A Modern AU

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