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Wise/Night

Chapter 1 of Bird’s Eye View, a series by @jettsdraft and @worldsover

Choke time.

Hold it by its throat.

Let it hang from the wall to make the clock envious.

No, clocks would not tick without people like you. You’ve always understood the world like this: Life can only begin in the improvised moments; everything else, the plans that others make, is worthless. Anything that isn’t thrust upon you has someone else’s grubby little hands all over it.

This great mindset drove your every decision—screwed you over, too. But that’s just for now. One day, it’ll all work out.

This probably isn’t that day. You walk up the grand stairs to the library, treading as though each step on the white slabs was a journey itself. You’re not as awed as you once were with the campus. Those ridiculous steps are just annoying. The sun unfolds brightness and heat alike while birds chirp and crowds of people stroll across the campus garden. Looking for something, anything to do, you scan the mass.

Not the most entertaining way to end the summer, but that makes it as good as the rest of the break season. Plans of traveling with your girlfriend (now ex) Im Nayeon flew out the window: you failed an intro comp-sci course with crashing colors, and she realized you weren’t nearly as serious about the relationship as she was. You looked forward to the fuck marathon you would have with her traveling around the world more than nourishing the relationship into a lifelong commitment that could withstand any temptation.

Unfortunately, temptation is all around. As beautiful as Nayeon is, as great of a personality she has, it never translated to heart eyes and forevers, at least not with you.

So here you find yourself, retaking the class you so gallantly failed, in large part to finding your head buried between Nayeon’s legs instead of buried between textbooks.

“Oh, fuck just like that. Fuck me with your tongue! Keep that up I might squeeze your head like a melon.”

You shake your head. Ah, better days.

Making your way through the crowd, two women eclipse all others for your attention as your head whips to look at them. Some jeans cling tightly to one’s plump behind. The other steps proudly in bright red heels and a Gucci bag, every accessory screaming money.

The rich one’s glasses sit on an adorable, pointed nose, while her brown hair sits on her shoulders. Maybe she’s the older sister.

Purple dyes the long dark hair of the girl with the nice butt. Wow, you really cannot stop thinking about this girl’s ass.

Suddenly any thought of comp-sci or Nayeon, or anything else for that matter, flies out the window as you approach the two women. If an angel was on your shoulder, it would remind you that this is how you failed last time, that this is the definition of insanity. On the other hand, the devil would tell you to get to know them (just enough to get them in bed), to give in to the carnal, animalistic desire, to fuck these women, grades or degree be damned.

“Mom, what the hell? See, now we’re lost, and we can’t find our tour leader anywhere!” The one with the ass groans.

Mother and daughter? Now, things are getting interesting. Thank the gods that you failed that class, that Nayeon dumped you. You can fuck these women guilt-free (though if you were truthful with yourself, you would have fucked these women regardless.)

“Will you relax? The guys here are going to think you’re a prude! Live a little. Who cares if that nerd isn’t around to show us where to find the fifth library this campus has, or which study room has the best signal access? He probably spends his weekends shacked up in his dorm while everyone is out living life. Meanwhile, his girlfriend, if he even has one with his timid little attitude, is probably getting convinced by her friends to take shots then backshots soon after that.” The rich woman laughs airily. Somehow, her cruel yet honest words turn you on as much as her daughter’s ass.

“Okay, mom, what the hell? Not everyone is like you and Aunt Sooyoung and Aunt Jungeun! He seemed like a sweet guy. And we are here to learn."

“Yes, we are here to learn. About life! Trying new experiences! So, loosen up. Now let me see, if I’m not mistaken, my old sorority house was—“

Wave and jog over to the pair. “Hey! Couldn’t help but overhear you guys needing a tour guide. Lucky for you, I’m the best guide on campus, and unlike your other guide, I can show you a bit of both.” You have no clue where anything is but, for these women, you’d memorize the map.

“Oh, hi!” The girl with faded purple hair has a bright smile, cheeks wide. Already, her voice is saccharine sweet yet so soft. What would she look like if you fucked that ass?

What would that ass look like covered in your cum?

“Thanks, but I think we’re just gonna find our old tour guide,” the mom says.

“Him? I mean that’s fine, but we were in the same stats class last year. He failed.” You shrug. “But I would be happy to help. I can show you all around campus, bars, libraries, secret map spots.”

The daughter's mouth rounds. “Wow, he seemed so knowledgeable. That’s a shock.”

He might have been—you didn’t know. But if tossing him under the bus meant a ticket to both these women, then he’s going under.

“What do you think, mom?”

“Mom? Wow, you look stunning,” you say. Testing the waters is worth the risk with a woman as gorgeous as her.

She eyes you up and down with a methodic expression, and you can see a ghost of a smirk on her lips. Or maybe it’s your inflated ego. You’ll take the win regardless. “He already sounds better than the nerd,” she says. “And he’s a flirt too! We might have found a winner.”

“Perfect, and don’t worry, miss...” Extend your hand.

“Jo, but you can call me Haseul,” she says as her lithe hand takes yours.

“Don’t worry then, Haseul. I’d be more than happy to show you all the campus has in terms of education for your daughter, and of course, where she can learn and experience new experiences.” You give the woman a slight wink, holding her hand for a moment longer than necessary, then turn to her daughter with a grin. “What’s your name?”

“Choi Yerim,” she says as she takes your hand.

“You have a beautiful smile. You’re putting the sun to shame.” It isn’t even flattery. Her smile easily outshines yours, let alone any starlight.

“Oh, thank you!” She blushes as your fingers interlock before you pull away.

This is in the bag. “Shall we ladies?”

You turn and lead the way.

The hushed tones of the two ladies behind you aren’t hushed enough.

“Wow, Yerim. You need that lock up that dick right now because I guarantee you every woman is begging to fuck him.”

“Mom, once again, what the fuck? What would dad think?”

“Who cares?”

How cold.

Even your heart breaks a little.

✦✧✦✧✦✧

After you show off the various sculptures, the signature mismatched architecture, and the trodden paths between the busiest lecture halls, the trio of you continue to the administrative building, a worn brick building,

Yerim clasps her hands. “You guys are gonna stay here, right?”

“Yes, yes, Yerim. You have a phone too. This isn’t the same as you getting lost in the grocery store.”

“Mom!”

You tap Yerim on the wrist. “Don’t worry. We’ll be here. Remember, the ID cards are in room AT100. And you have my number now, right?”

“Yep!” Yerim heads into the building with an honest-to-goodness skip.

“When did you give her your number?” Haseul asks, tapping her feet.

Immediately, you’re on the back foot. “You, I, remember, uh, I gave it to her when she asked,” you say, yet Haseul stares past you blankly. You sit down on a nearby bench while Haseul is perfectly fine waiting on her heels. Though you try your best to think of something to say, words fail.

Haseul looks at her gem-ornamented watch and eventually considers enough time to have passed. “What do you do outside of school?”

You’re used to the typical small talk but with a sexy woman like Haseul, you want much more than a chat. And you remember her earlier words. In a suggestive tone, you say, “Oh, I have plenty of extracurriculars.”

“Such as?”

“I go to the gym plenty.”

“Me too.”

“And I’m not just going there for the sake of it.”

“Really, now?” Haseul tilts her head, but she’s no more invested in this conversation than the gears on her watch.

You push through regardless. “Mhm. It’s a good place to get my body in shape when I’m doing heavy... lifting. Working up a sweat, using my stamina. Do you get what I mean?”

“You look like you need a bit more time there, then.”

You furrow your brows. “What do you mean?”

“You probably aren't big enough. For whatever you're doing. Are you sure you could even lift a grocery bag? And I bet you wouldn’t last more than ten minutes… before tapping out.”

Words flounder when they try to escape your throat.

“Well, if you ever need a personal trainer or just a workout buddy...” Haseul looks up at you, the look on her face crushing your ego. Her eyes are sharp, her head is cocked sideways, barely looking at you as if you were some insignificant thing. “What? Does this spiel work on all women? Or just the easy sluts who don’t know what a good fuck is?”

“I, I, uh, I wasn’t trying to imply anything—“

“And now you’re st-t-tuttering. Fuck. Listen to me.” Haseul turns and gives you her full attention for the first time, squeezing your cheeks together hard. “You are way outta your fucking league, alright? My pussy would make you braindead. And I bet now you’re thinking you can hit on my daughter. You aren’t good enough for either of us. Nod if you understand.”

You nod out of obedience. This woman’s sheer cruelty has you rock hard and on autopilot.

“Good.” Haseul smacks your cheeks none too lightly, which Yerim just barely misses as she waves in the distance with her card in hand. Haseul whispers in your ear, “Now, why don’t you finish the tour and run along and find some easy slut.”

After one more tap on your cheek, Haseul returns to barely giving you the time of day.

You make eye contact with Yerim, skipping towards you.

Maybe you just will find one.

✦✧✦✧✦✧

“And that ends our tour! What did you guys think?” Keeping up your enthusiasm after that is quite the plight, but it’s a task made much easier by Yerim’s bountiful energy.

“I had a wonderful time!” Yerim pokes you on the shoulder. “You’re really fun, you know?”

“Look who’s talking. It felt like you were the one leading us around, almost running everywhere,” you say.

“Sorry, mom. Maybe you shouldn’t have worn those heels.” Yerim sticks her tongue out, and Haseul dismisses her with eyes peering off to the side.

You walk down the steps of the fountain with a sly grin on your face as you check out the two women. Haseul continues to look around the courtyard, trying to appear as disinterested as possible, but the furtive glances, the stolen looks are all you need. You’ve concluded: She’s looking to get fucked—it’s in her aloof demeanor, in her icy voice, in her pricey jewelry like fish bait. Obviously, she’s prowling for fresh cock to split her open, yet she acts as if she’s so choosy about which cock does the splitting.

It’ll be yours. Inevitable like all else. Still, Haseul drives you crazy, enough for a crazier idea to form in your head. If this bitch wants to play hard to get when she’s clearly drooling for your dick, then why not play the same game?

And who better to play the game with than her own daughter? Your imagination fills with visions of Yerim’s bright smile around your dick.

“Thank you for the tour,” Haseul says, trying to play it off and barely looking at you. “I was thinking maybe we could get something to eat. I’m starving.”

I’ve got something to eat right here. You hold that first thought back.

“Yerim,” you say, putting a hand around her shoulder, “I was wondering if maybe I can show you around a bit more? Plus, there’s a small gathering for freshmen tonight where you could meet some new friends.”

Haseul’s mouth hung in shock.

You hide a smirk knowing you’ve just rattled the lion.

Yerim’s eyes widen. “Really? I wouldn’t want to take up any more of your time. You’ve been super helpful and I’m sure you have better things to do, like a girlfriend to hang out with. Or anything other than showing me around campus and slumming it with the new crop of freshmen.” The way her voice gets higher and faster as she talks is downright adorable—you couldn’t wait to paint her ass. Even if you had a girlfriend, you wouldn’t miss this game for the world.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I’d love nothing more.” Reflecting Yerim’s smile is so natural. “And as for a girlfriend, she actually dumped me recently, so I’ve got nothing better to do.”

“Oh my gosh, really? I’m so sorry to hear that. You seem like such a nice guy and you’re pretty cute too,” Yerim says in such a shy matter you’d think she was laying it thick and trying to fuck you herself. The thought crosses your mind: perhaps both these women are on the prowl for cock.

“Aww, thank you. So how about it? I’d love to spend the rest of the day hanging out with such a beautiful girl. Might even run into my ex and with you around me, she'll be so jealous!”

“Oh stop!” Yerim laughs, playfully smacking your arm.

“I’ll take that as a yes then?”

Yerim nods, hiding her face between her hands. “Let’s do it!”

“Awesome. And I promise, if that freshman party gets too lame, we can find our own kind of fun.” You can tell Yerim is getting used to your touch when you nudge her.

“Don’t make me promises you can’t keep,” she says. “I think I’m good here, mom. I’ll see you at home tomorrow morning?”

This whole time Haseul has been seething as she watches you flirt with her daughter. It’s not even about Yerim; it’s that you’re clearly ignoring her. Her eyes are subtle in their intensity as they narrow. She must be thinking wild thoughts—If this dumb fuck of a stud thinks he’s going to just play her like that, he’s mistaken. And her daughter? What the fuck is this fucking act she’s putting on? This cutesy, “hehe uwu” act. Yerim really thinks she’s going to fucking take this cock away from her? Think again.

You know the type well. Thoroughly well. They tend to be thoroughly rammed by your dick sooner than later.

“Sure, sweetie.” Haseul smiles, her tone hiding all the venom in her head. “Be safe! Call me if you need a ride! Don’t drink and drive!”

“Great, let's go, Yerim.” You grab her hand and start taking her along but before you leave, you stop and turn to her mother. “There’s a McDonalds around the block if you’re hungry, Haseul!”

That’s where all the sorority whores get their food after they’ve had their fill of dick for the night. You must know what it’s like. A faint trace of a smirk must show on your lips because the glare Haseul gives as you walk away, daughter in hand, is downright treacherous. You look down at Yerim’s butt that sways and enthralls like a hypnotist’s pocket watch; grabbing it right here would be perfect.

Small steps. In time, you’ll be grabbing this ass in public, and she won't flinch.

“Fucking asshole.” Haseul growls under her breath. “Is that the fucking game he wants to play? Go ahead, flaunt my daughter. Soon enough, you’ll be groveling for my pussy.”

She calms her breath and heads the other way toward her Mercedes, already concocting her revenge for this slight.

This could very well be that day where it all works out.

✦✧✦✧✦✧

The music pumps too loud, and the glass table shakes with clinking noises as the bottles rattle. A few of the sorority girls you recognize wave at you while others send you leers of utter hatred. You never knew what to expect out of them, par for the course since you don’t remember half their names.

“Who’s the one with the black hair?” Yerim asks tentatively. The woman has been sending less than friendly glances toward the two of you since you entered the party. You figure it’s because Yerim has yet to leave your side or let go of your arm as you stumble through the flocks of drunk freshmen together.

“The one with the big boobs?” you say, trying to shout past the loud music.

Yerim nods.

“Ah, that’s Eunbi. She’s probably here trying to recruit some new sorority girls. Are you thinking about joining up? We have, uh, history. I can hook you up.” You find a couple of seats and pat on the one next to you.

Yerim lets out a giggle as she sits down as well. Since you’ve spent the entire day together, she’s far more comfortable around you, easily touching you and laughing into your side. The laughter against your neck stokes warmth within you, and with a bit more pressure and section, she’d give you a hickey. She puts her head up. “Mom wants me to. She usually ends up getting what she wants.”

You nod in agreement. “She seems like the type of woman who does.”

Sure, you’re in a miniature Cold War with Haseul (though she started it), but there’s no reason to deny facts. Haseul is a woman who gets what she wants when she wants it and she’ll use any means necessary to get it. Anyone who got in her way would be removed. It shouldn’t surprise you that she acts like that; she’s a woman with taste who only wants the best. You’d just have to prove to her you belonged in high flying whore life. And it all starts—

“Do you like big tits?” Yerim asks softly and giggles.

“What?” Good thing you set down your drink; you would’ve spit it out. You glance at Yerim on your shoulder. Though she stares back at you with big innocent eyes, you catch the slightest glint of mischief in them.

“Do you like big tits? Or do you prefer big asses instead?” When Yerim echoes the question, she adds some spice to her voice.

“Well, I, uh… I mean—what makes you ask?”

Your face finds company in your palm as you stutter further. It can’t be helped. The innocent, puppy-eyed, smiley girl, the one that’s meant to be a prelude to fucking Haseul, nothing more than a conduit to get back at the arrogant woman, is now toying with you. If you weren’t careful, Yerim would foil all your plans with less effort.

Yerim places a finger on her lips. “Well, it’s just that you mentioned Eunbi has big tits. But your eyes were kinda glued to my mom's ass during the tour.”

“Ahh. That.” You scratch the back of your head and beg your brain to find some palatable excuse.

“It’s okay.” Yerim places a hand on your arm and shrugs. “I’m used to it, it’s just… I wish someone would notice my ass. I spent the beginning of the summer at the gym, doing squats. Has it paid off?” With raised brows, she gets up, turns around, and sticks her jean-clad ass in front of your face.

“Yeah.” You chuckle lightly. “You have an amazing ass.”

“Thank you!” Yerim blushes at the compliment said a bit too loudly. She takes her seat back next to you. “You haven’t answered my question yet. Do you prefer ass or tits?” This time she holds her gaze on yours, you look back at her eyes and stare, looking anywhere else just wasn't a possibility.

“What do you think?”

“Hmmm. You mentioned Eunbi had big boobs. But you also ogled my ass and my mom's ass all day.”

“Guilty as charged.”

Yerim chuckles. “I think it’s tits. I have cute ones, don’t you think? Not as big as Eunbi’s but they look good, don’t they?” She makes a show of looking down at her own tits, pushing them up between her arms to flaunt her cleavage. “What do you think?”

“Uhhhh. They look….”

“C'mon, you like them, don’t you? You aren’t going to get a taste of anything just looking at them.” Yerim pulls you closer, places her small hands above yours, and guides them to her tits. She whispers with a wide grin. “Now that’s a proper touch. What do you think?”

“Fuck Yerim, these are fucking stupendous,” you say in a haze of lust. The world around you stops as you take a moment to process just what the fuck is happening, not that anyone cares out of the waves of wasted partygoers. The only thing you care about is that Choi Yerim, this adorable girl, is telling you to feel her tits, asking if her ass looks nice.

If Yerim is like this, you stir at the thought of what Haseul would do.

“Better than Eunbi?” she asks. “They’re smaller but…”

“So fucking perky. Holy fuck, Yerim. I need you. Like now. Let’s get out of here and go back to mine.”

Her grin grows: the predator has her prey. “Hmmm, should I? You did pay attention to my mom all day and not me, and now, I let you cop a bit of a feel, and you already wanna take me back to your dorm? Is that what I should have done from the beginning? Let you grope my amazing tits right there in the courtyard?”

“I should have! Thought about grabbing that ass too and showing your mom what I’m going to do to it.”

“You like my ass, huh? It is a bit thicker than Haseul’s. My ex begged me to let him fuck it. It was fun stringing him along.” She gets up without another word, leaving you breathless.

You’re starting to feel strung along too.

Yerim approaches some random guy whose movements on the dance floor are uncoordinated. She pulls his collar and drags him towards the middle of the room to give you a better view. After Yerim bites her lip and glances at you up and down—pay attention—her bright smile returns. Though she pulls the man close enough to talk in his ear, her voice is loud enough for you to eavesdrop.

“You like my ass, huh? I saw you checking me out while giving me the tour this morning. Where did you go?” Yerim asks the bewildered dude. “What? Can't focus with that hard-on after staring at my butt? Had to ditch us to focus on your work? Here, lemme let you feel what you're missing out on.”

The barrage of questions leaves the man lost for words, yet he has even less than nothing when she turns around to grind her ass on him. Breathless, chest heaving sporadically, the poor guy is little more than a tool for her to fuck with you. Clearly, he’s never had a woman do this to him. Yet here he is, a casualty of a mere proxy war. “I-I I’m sorry. I couldn’t focus on the tour, and wow, that feels good.”

“Mhmm. I bet it does. It’s a nice ass, huh? I can see you like it. You're pretty hard right now. You must be so big.”

You scoff.

“Wow,” the whilom tour guide says with his mouth agape. “Oh my god. You’re so beautiful, and your butt is very nice.”

“Thank you, I’ve worked hard on it!” Yerim barely hides the way she rolls her eyes at the man's comments, looking over to you and mouthing “fucking virgin” before continuing with her little show.

You sit back and enjoy it for now. However, you feel a bit of jealousy and annoyance at being toyed with like this, so you’ll return the favor back to Yerim tenfold once you have the chance. Already, you imagine all the ways you’ll ruin that ass.

Yerim dances to the music, expertly swaying her hips, dropping her ass, and putting hands all over the loser's chest. She turns around and grinds on him some more while she reaches around and wraps both hands around the back of his neck to tug him forward.

All things considered, a great dancer even when drunk.

“How far would you go for me to let you have full access tonight?” Yerim asks in a sultry tone, flipping herself around to look at the man, no doubt to watch him squirm under her gaze. “I’d be your first, wouldn’t I?”

His nod is all Yerim needs. She looks at you for a split second, and the look on her face says it all: Loser.

But that isn’t what comes out of her mouth. Instead, she controls her expression as expertly as her mom. “Aww, that’s so adorable. You’d be mine too. It’d be such a cute story to tell people. Cute tour guide hooking up with the freshman he fell for!” Yerim pinches his cheek more to humiliate him than anything else. “But I’m sorry, I’m so hesitant. I just….. I don't know. I want to know if a guy is committed to me, you know?”

Fucking right. She’d spread her legs at the sight of a massive cock and still play this sweet girl act.

The man panics, wilting under the pressure of Yerim’s gaze. “I’m committed. We don’t even have to do it now. Do you want to get some late-night dinner? Or maybe go on a date sometime?”

You shake your head. This is getting pathetic. You know the type. All too well. The "nice guy." He probably "deserves" her a lot more. Only thought about her ass "respectfully."

That was once you, but the cynicism of time passing breaks the weak into strong, the strong into weak.

You should admit you're a bit tipsy too.

“Hmmm," Yerim tilts her head side to side, vacillatory. "I don’t know. How about…. Nah, never mind. I think I’m going to get going.”

Yerim is slowly pulling away, but then he snatches her hand. The poor man's overboard in thirst now. You stand up, ready to intervene until Yerim sends you a smug look.

“What if…. There’s no way you would.” Yerim has this guy between her fingers.

“No, what is it? I’ll do whatever!”

Yerim chuckles. It isn’t her usual sunshine and rainbow giggle but an arrogant, pathetic laugh. “Then... how about you get on your knees right now and kiss my ass?” Yerim’s eyes are trained on the man, scanning his face for a reaction, her every move calculated.

“I, um—here? In front of this crowd? There are too many people. Can we do it in the bathroom or outside?”

Yerim licks her lips. The red lipstick works wonders for her since the act entrances the man. “Forget it.” She turns to walk away.

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

With her back turned to him, Yerim looks at you, smirks, and mouths “too fucking easy,” before she looks expectantly at the man behind her. “Well then, get to it,” she says. The first signs of showing her true colors.

“Right, I, well—“

“Are you going to do it or not?”

He takes the first step toward her, but Yerim stops him.

“Nah, I want you to crawl from there to here.” Yerim points at the wall, where a burgeoning crowd forms, then to the floor at the center of the room where she stands. “You made me walk this far. Isn’t it only fair?”

Now that’s just cruel. Yerim isn’t even trying to hide her bitchy attitude now. Despite that, she can still pass as an innocent girl who wants someone to try for her.

But this must be the line, right? No way he gets down and crawls. Yet to your utter disbelief, in the middle of all the students clustering around, the guy gets on his knees and crawls a few feet to Yerim, then plants a kiss on her left asscheek, probably taking a long whiff as well.

The crowd reacts in a mix of laughter, shock, and insults.

“Dude, have some self-respect.”

“God, that’s so gross.”

“Man, I hope she lets you pound her tight ass until the end of time because that was fucking pathetic…”

“Why are guys so desperate? Ugh, let’s get out of here.”

You would feel bad for the man getting fucked over but watching that does nothing but make your cock rock hard at Yerim’s venom, all just to tease you and make you wait.

“So, uh, h-how about a date?” The man gets up and dusts himself off, doing his best to hide the humiliation.

“Aww, you’re so cute! I’ll think about it, alright? But hey, I gotta go!” Yerim smiles with no remorse or hint of malice as if she’d genuinely think about it. She gives his cheeks a squeeze. ”I’ll see you around.”

She turns to walk away, leaving the dude speechless and humiliated, and everyone in the room except him knows he just got played.

“What did you think?” Yerim asks you, and the smile that could put stars to shame is still there, though now all you can see is how she uses that to her advantage. She plays with the end of her hair as she raises her brows and gauges your reaction. If Yerim had some gum, she’d be chewing and blowing and popping bubbles.

So, she’s going to make this interesting.

You stand up, snake a hand behind her, and palm her ass. Gripping the flesh over the jeans, you could rip the coarse denim with one hand and take her right there to show that dude he never really stood a chance.

No words are exchanged when you pull her closer to you. Short breaths like nobody's watching. You aren’t sure who makes the first move. Maybe it’s you, having been witness to Yerim’s little show of manipulating men, or maybe it was Yerim with her beautiful eyes locked on your lips.

Regardless, in plain view of everyone, Yerim’s crimson lips mash against yours, the slight taste of apple soju blending with the taste of her cherry lip balm. Any sound besides Yerim’s slight wanting gasps fades. The gasps only intensify when you finally have enough sense to grip her ass tighter with both hands and pull her impossibly closer.

“Fuck,” she whispers as she bites down on your lower lip.

“Think he sees what we’re doing?” you ask.

“I hope so. I wanna see his face.” Yerim turns and scans the crowd. She spots the dude, tears threatening to let loose, and laughs faintly. “He’s about to cry,” she says before pulling you in for another kiss.

“He got to kiss this ass”—which you squeeze—“so it’s a good trade.”

“I’d say so,” Yerim says in a sing-song voice dripping with honey before going in for another kiss, now taking her sweet time. You explore each other’s mouths with your tongues before you withdraw, a string of spit connecting each of your lips. Yerim twirls it around her finger then sucks it down. She understands the implication to the curious crowd when she cleans the digit in her mouth and sucks till her lips are hollow, yet she beams anyway.

You can’t fathom how easily Yerim can be so cruel yet oh-so-sweet.

“Are we going to make this dude watch us make out all night? Or are we going to show me to your dorm,” Yerim gets behind your ear and whispers, “and start to fuck me?”

“I was just making sure you weren’t going to make me kiss your ass first.” You chuckle, taking her hand and walking towards the exit.

“Nope,” Yerim replies as you hit the doors. “But I do want you fuck my ass. Sounds good?”

“Good doesn’t even begin to describe it. Going to send you back home with a limp after tonight.”

You're sure Haseul will know exactly how she got the limp.

Same way she gets them.

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Snores come from the three other bedrooms. Hopefully, that means Yunho got lucky—or if not, whatever’s necessary for him to vacate your shared sleeping quarters.

“Shh.” You cover Yerim’s’ mouth as you pull away from the makeout session in the front door, a hint of alcohol shared between your tongues. “We need to be quiet, alright?”

Yerim pulls your wrist down and pouts. “Aww, really? I wanted to wake up the whole dorm, make ‘em hear me sucking your cock, just so they know.”

Though you shake your head, you don’t stop her from kneeling; instead, wet your lips in anticipation when Yerim gets closer, knee by knee. She throws her black leather jacket onto the couch. With pink nail polish bright in the dark living room, her hand undoes the zipper on your jeans, works inside, and fondles your shaft. You shudder, frozen in the middle of the living room despite the summer warmth from the weak A/C.

“Mmm, is this all for me?” Yerim’s fingers aren’t as rhetorical, jerking up-down. “Even after drinking? Seeing me humiliate that little loser really did a number on you.”

You shush her again. “Not here.”

“I think this place is perfect. Did you fuck your ex in your dorm’s communal areas too? Or did you like fucking her in your roommates’ rooms? I bet this cock made that bitch squirm.”

She's right but—“Yerim, just... oh fuck. Let’s go to my room.”

“Is that what you tell the sorority sluts?”

“Don’t act like you won’t be one of them.”

“Me?” Yerim puts a hand on her chest, faux appalled, and bats her eyelids. “I’m innocent. It’s you who’s corrupting me with thoughts of sucking cock,” she whispers.

“Fuck, you know you should stop acting like some angelic girl next door college student. You’re literally a harlot from hell.”

“Isn’t that the best part? The innocent card works for me. Filters out the little bitches that can’t handle this cunt. I’m sure this campus is full of ‘em, like the nerd. If he really wanted to fuck me, he’d have grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to the closest bathroom, then railed me right there. Hell, he should have fucked me on the dance floor. Not stutter and call me cute. I mean, what the fuck. It’s pathetic. You… you’re different.”

Yerim and her mom have a tendency to leave you speechless.

Her tone shifts back to that slow, lovely, higher pitch. “I’m not a bad girl. Oppa, I just wanna make you feel good tonight.” The woman in front of you drives you mad. Her cheery bright smile and warm attitude betray her true colors.

“God, quit talking and start sucking my cock.”

“That’s what I wanna hear.” Yerim smiles; even in the dark, it shines. She takes your cock out fully and frees it. The springing thing smacks her in her lips. “Holy fuck.”

Of course, the trap is sprung. “Hm?”

“I-I’ve never seen one this big before.”

“No need to butter me up,” you say.

However, Yerim’s mouth is still open in legitimate bewilderment.

“Don’t tell me you're going to back out now. You can’t get me hard like this and not do something about it, Yerim.” You chuckle darkly.

“I… I’m not sure it’s going to all fit.” For the first time tonight, Yerim isn’t playing around; there’s no hint of her usual flirtatious undertones. She’s just a freshman who’s never seen a cock this big and is now about to second guess begging to be plowed by it.

“Put it in your mouth,” you command. Yerim hesitates for just a split second, and you take control. You grip the back of her head and bring her nose right in front of your cock. “That’s right. Take it in.”

Yerim whiffs and whimpers. “Fuck.”

You catch her discreetly trying to use her tongue to wipe the drool from her lips. “I saw that. Drooling for a cock you say you can’t take? What’s the point in hiding it?”

“Wait, it’s too big. Wait, no, I want it, I need it, I just—I don’t know—“

You use that opening to push your cock in her mouth. The first few inches slide in without much work, but Yerim gags about midway.

To your surprise, Yerim doesn’t shove you off. Instead, she reaches behind, grips your thighs, and pushes herself even further to force the entirety down her throat. Her eyes water, her mascara runs, and her gagging and coughing vibrate your dick more as she presses on inch by challenging inch—you must be the largest she’s ever swallowed.

Nothing shatters your earth more than her devotion to devouring your length. The human reaction to gasp for air does not deter her; rather, it’s overridden by her need to prove her worthiness for a cock so big.

Pat her head. “There you go. Look at that. You’re a fucking pro. Did your mom give you tips? Is that how you bonded?”

“Shwut up abvout thwat whowe. Ahm way bettew than...”

Though her cock-mumbled speech fades, Yerim won’t quit choking when she’s so close to the root. At least, not until the lack of oxygen makes her eyes half-lidded, makes her gag out a couple inches (still plenty down her throat though.) She looks ready to pass out with a mouthful of your cock just to prove a point.

It’s admirable, the way she makes up for her clear inexperience with sheer want and horny fucking will. But alas, passing out at the beginning of a full-fledged fuckathon does nobody any good. The moon beams down a quiet light: there’s plenty more night to waste. So against every fiber of your being, yank her hair to free yourself from her lips’ grasp. Her hands on the back of your thighs resist the pull, but eventually, you extract your cock out of her warm fuckhole.

Yerim falls onto her ass with a small yelp because she loses her balance when she detaches from your shaft, counteracting forces of her resisting and you pulling.

“Holy fuck, I was so close. It’s so big, and I was so fucking close! Give that dick back.” Though she intakes air in desperate huffs, she spares a few seconds for her physical needs before animalistic desire takes her over again. With lightning speed, her mouth surrounds your dick again, this time taking it further before she gags. Her eyes bounce back and forth—your cock, your eyes, your cock, your eyes again; it’s a lot like her head that bobs up and down and resounds rhythmic slurpy wetness with each sip of your dick.

Gluck, gack. Gluck, gack. Gluck...

Yerim does not quite slide down to the hilt of your length, but she decides to suck on what she can, barely letting a few inches out at a time. Her eyes cross as she stares lovingly.

“This cock is amazing. Your ex was a stupid bitch.” Yerim salivates and splutters on your shaft. The building waterfall of spit joins the sweat on her crop-top, making her cleavage glisten—you’ll certainly fuck her tits later. Right now, some of that saliva flows down to her tight tummy.

You bundle a messy ponytail in your hand. The shades of purple work on her, though creamy white would suit her far better.

“If I was her, I’d never let this cock out of my sight. I bet you’ve got bitches lined up out this door waiting. You should tell them to go home. I’m using this thing all night.”

“You know, for someone who hasn’t even throated the full length, you sure talk a lot of shit. My ex had no problem taking—“

Any train of thought derails at once. Yerim once again forces, or tries to force, every inch of your cock, her plump cheeks hollowing. Even in her disheveled state, her smile is as bright as ever around your girth. You satisfy that smile further by gripping her hair and using her head like a sex toy.

“I’m so, so frhking cwose to the...” Yerim gargles spit and flesh as your balls slap against her chin. She pushes further, once more grabbing your thighs and using them to drive further. With her nose on your pelvis, you know she’s impossibly deep yet wants more, feeling the pressure of her hands on the back of your thighs.

With your help, with plenty of gagging and moaning—“Kweep, gh, fugking, gh, gwoing”—you finally tap the back of her throat. Yerim groans in pure joy, enjoying the moment, the base of your shaft around her lips, only for you to take it away with a backwards thrust of your hips.

She looks forlorn as if you just took away her car, her house, her favorite toy. (That last one might be true in a literal sense.) You want to pretend it’s about showing her who’s the boss, but being honest with yourself, it’s not about control; if you weren’t careful, she would have made you cum without delay. Therefore, you tug her away. Your cock exits her mouth with a loud pop, thick globs of spit dripping on your length.

“Fuck! Why did you pull me off? I was right there. I took it all!”

“Yeah, with my fucking help.”

“Again!” Yerim gets back up to pounce, but you take a step back and crook your index finger. “Seriously?”

“You want it that bad?”

She nods vigorously.

“Crawl.”

Yerim gets on her knees with little thought; getting on all fours right after is just as instinctive for her.

You stumble back as Yerim takes quick licks of your cock which leaks much precum. She backs you up further as she crawls, slowly following your cock, swinging it in her hand before she catches a grip and uses the mass of meat to smack her plump cheeks playfully. Dull thudding noises reverberate in the empty, messy room. Finally, you find yourself hitting your back on your door.

Yerim gasps as she comes face to face with your cock, a playful pout on her lips. “Nowhere to run? Boohoo.”

“I wasn’t running. Just wanted you to feel how you made that fucking loser feel at the party.”

“Please.” Yerim scoffs when you remind her about the humiliated man. “He’s lucky I let him touch me. He probably came in his pants.”

“I did see a little wet spot.”

“Pathetic.” Her tongue circles around your cock, and the soft, warm flesh licking around your shaft makes your legs buckle for just a moment. The twirls of her tongue are sloppy, but her eager drive more than makes up for it.

“Never even met that bitch before.”

Yerim looks up at you, dick on her lips. “R-really? You lied?”

“What? Don’t act like you’re innocent. Had to do anything to get that pretty mouth, urgh, right there.” You throw your head back when she tightens those lips, but you glare back down at her. “That’s right. You gonna stop sucking that dick?”

Yerim eases her mouth but takes your glossy shaft in her fingers. “Fuck no. It’s too perfect. I can barely fit a hand on...” Her breaths heavy, Yerim’s eyes blur as they admire your length, and she twists her hands up and down to familiarize herself with it further.

Your eyes must undergo the same dimming at the overloading of your most sensitive spots, but quick huffs through pursed lips return you to the world. “That’s right. Who cares what the fuck I did? Look at that cock like it’s your god. Worship it.”

Yerim runs kisses up and down, finds every inch of flesh, and trails her tongue around. “Mhmm. Tastes so fucking good. I want this so fucking much. So fucking big, I just…” she trails off, and sucks on the tip instead of talking. As she swirls around the cockhead, she sucks all your precum.

“Ah fuck, there you go. By the end of the night, I’m going to make sure you can take it all without any noise. You’re gonna need that skill since you’ll be spending a lot of time under the library tables sucking me off. Can’t have the whole library knowing I’m getting the best brain of my life, can we?”

“Mwph, nnuh-uh,” Yerim says, still sucking a few inches, but then she releases with a slurp. Heady from the head she’s giving, she becomes even more bubbly and airheaded. “We’d get kicked out before you even feed me my cum!”

“What a smart girl. Now quit teasing me and get to work. I’m not like that pussy at the party. Start sucking me off before I call up someone else.” You smack her cheek with your cock.

A sharp gasp from Yerim. She looks up at you, eyes wide. “Wh-what did you just say? After all that, you—”

“I said, get to sucking. You’ve pranced around with your two-faced attitude. A spoiled freshman who’s had everything handed to her by her bitch of a mom, and on top of that, one that plays and fucks with guys for fun. Leading people on and fucking with them for shits and giggles, probably getting wet over it, but I’m not a simp like that loser at the party. Bet you’ve never been treated like this before. You got me hard, so now you’re going to take care of it.”

This is a gamble: if Yerim decides to walk away now, your entire day will be ruined, and it’ll be back to slutty sorority girls. If it works, however, step 1 will be in motion. And all indications point to Yerim being down for this.

“Are you deaf? Get to it.”

You’re surprised anyway by her first sign of reticence. “I, uh—okay, of course, I need…” Yerim looks up with those doe eyes, but instead of its usual innocence, it’s now clouded with lust as she takes your cock with both hands and spits on it. She spits on it again. Again. “Ptoo. Just need, need to make it, make it wet.”

Now it’s soaked when she locks eyes with you and slips your erection into her mouth. Every inch, every nerve feels alive.

“Just like that. Yesss,” you hiss and grunt. Your back slips against the wooden door, and your hands search for something to hold onto—she’s about to take you on the ride of your life. Eventually, you gather yourself enough for common sense, gripping her violet hair. It looks exactly right like it’s made for this. Like it’s made to be gripped, in dark areas, in shady corners of the room, made to be looked down on as she goes to work on cock. And in the light barely there, the shades shine bright.

Sure, you’ve fucked Nayeon plenty of times here, and she was much more experienced, but Yerim would put her to shame. This moment brings you more pleasure than anything you did with your ex. Moans and gargled noises echo in the common room.

Yerim keeps up her dick-dumbed speech: “Gonna hammer this cowck intwo my moufh. Fuwck this thing into my brain, make it tap the bawck ohf my thwoat, and make an impwint wight theh—bleh, right there.”

Your roommates surely hear it, but you can’t care much either when you’re getting the head of your life from the hottest woman—well, the second hottest woman you’ve laid your eyes on. (Good thing your thoughts about her mom are private, especially when she’s giving you a blowjob.) While keeping her mouth on your cock, she gets on her feet, bends her down to get as much leverage as she can. The only points of balance for Yerim are her hands on your legs and your shaft in her throat.

You stare at her ass jiggling in her jeans as much as her face impaling itself to its deepest extent, but you stop staring and start acting: reach down to knead through the denim and earn her throat’s vibration around your cock.

“Fuck, like that, whore.”

Yerim looks up from her arched stance. A glint in her eyes.

“Should’ve known. You like that, whore?”

“Mmhkm, I love it!” Yerim inhales your cock with ease—or at least, easier than before. Practically skull fucking herself, she pushes herself as far as she can, then pulls out, spits out a stream, and goes right back in for more. Even as tears fall and black makeup streaks down her cheeks, Yerim never breaks eye contact, never loses that gleam of love for your cock.

“Goddamn. Here...” You seize control, putting pressure on her hair, using it to pull her head. “Since you're so eager to try and skullfuck this dick, I’ll show you how it’s done, slut.”

You yank her down roughly to make her kneel again, but flip her so that she’s against the door instead. Yerim staggers a bit as you drag her back to the position, knees surely scraping on the carpet. “Asshole!” Yerim exclaims, but she doesn’t have time to say much else when you embed your cock to the hilt. She coughs and gags wildly, but that doesn’t deter you, only emboldens you when it makes your cock pulsate. The back of her head flat on the door, mouth full of cock, and all you see in her eyes that meekly glance up is the burning desire for more.

“Am I an asshole? Or the man you always wanted?” You take a step back… only to ram your cock in and out at a brutal pace, hitting the back of her throat each time and leaving the imprint she wants.

With each pistoning motion, Yerim chokes, weak pathetic breaths through her nose, and you only fuck her mouth deeper. That nose is getting used to the salty spit, the sweaty musk, the overall wanton filthiness that leaves a puddle of fluids on the shared floor. The pressure has you on the edge. Each time you push, her head knocks on the door like a desperate guest. Your rapid pace must make the back of her head sore, yet the discomfort doesn’t faze her. Only small tears now.

“Fucking see that? See this bulge?” You decelerate your thrusts, leaving your leaky tip in the back of her mouth. Yerim looks down, and her eyes grow in shock while you jerk yourself through her neck. “Yeah, that’s my dick in your fucking throat. I own this shit, don’t I?”

She nods, and you pull out.

“Use your words.”

“Haah, you own this throat. Fuck me with your cock. Fuck it daily. I want this cock in my mouth when I go to sleep. Fuck me till I can’t breathe, fuck me stupid with this cock!” Yerim pleads, her eyes watering. Her tongue lays flat on the underside of your shaft as she slurps on your dick, your hand moving slightly with her head as you still have her leash—er, hair between your fingers. “Please. I love this cock. Fuck my throat, I want to feel your cum!”

“You’re doing such a good job. Hngh, take it all the way. Take it, I’m going to fucking cum soon.” You don’t apply any pressure, don’t push her head any further. Yerim does it all on her own. Though you shut your eyes, try to look away, and think of anything else to stave off the incoming burst, it’s useless. Like fighting against a rogue wave in the ocean, it’s better to let go. Pound into her mouth, rapid insertions now, as it isn’t the time anymore to go throat deep. Her fuckhole lips are a warm, slick hand to jack yourself off.

Yerim pouts on your cock when she stops feeling the shaft fully choking her, but you couldn’t care less—your pleasure comes first.

“Fuck, here it comes!” You grip her head with both hands, fuck her mouth for a few strokes, and then finally push all the way when the internal pressure spikes and bursts you open. Your cock vibrates and flexes before shooting stream after stream of unseen cum into the back of her throat. Straight to the stomach. You groan out while more semen pulses out over and over, your forehead resting on the door. “Take that, Yerim. That’s for you!”

Yerim coughs and struggles to handle the massive load. Cum leaks with bubbles of saliva from both corners of her lips.

Pulling out is difficult; her suction on your shaft is so great you struggle to yank her mouth off. You realize it’s less physics and more just plain gluttony from Yerim, before you’re able to pull her away by the hair, her head hitting the door with a thud. Your cock exits with an echoing pop.

Yerim coughs, flecks of cum flying all over the place. On her chest. On her clothes. On her belly button and abs. She wipes her tears but only spreads her mascara around more—gorgeous regardless. She wipes the mess of cum, only to clean off her fingers and gulp it back down.

Diligently, she wipes your cock with her tongue.

“You taste so good,” Yerim says, her voice wrecked from the deepthroating.

“Yeah, it shows. Ready for me to fuck you?”

“Yes! I need this inside me! Now!” Yerim is about to get up, already ready for more.

“Wait,” you say. Keep her on her knees and grab a handful of her hair and clean your spit-slathered cock with it. The lush strands feel amazing on your cock, and you instantly harden again.

“Seriously?” Though on Yerim’s face, less annoyance, more amusement.

“Seriously. I fucking own every part of you, pretty hair included. Now let’s go,” you say, opening your bedroom door. “Time to claim my next hole.”

Without objection, Yerim crawls through the open door and towards you. Hands and knees on the dirty dorm floors—if there’s any discomfort, she doesn’t show it. In fact, Yerim looks like a natural at it. Sure, the bedroom eyes make Yerim appear as the blissed-out whore she is, but her movement is anything but, slithering swift yet elegant towards you.

Your eyes flash hunger. Her stare stirs a deep fire within you. Maybe Yerim is goading you into losing your cool and fucking her right there on the dirty floor.

That, or she just likes to crawl on her knees for dick.

“Hurry the fuck up,” you say. No watch on your wrist but you point to it anyway.

“You’re the one who’s making me crawl, asshole!” Yerim snaps back.

“I never said to crawl into the room. You just assumed. Seems that’s your natural position. On your hands and knees begging for dick, zero self respect as long as a cock is pounding your holes.”

“Oh, fuck you.“ Yerim half scoffs and half chuckles, enjoying your insults more than she wants to let on. “Now let me get this cock in my fucking—mouwf.”

“Fuck! There you go! Really missed these lips.” You groan slightly and your head hangs back. Yerim’s hot, wet, filthy mouth slobbers on your cock, her tongue works magical circles around your shaft, and her hand automatically reaches up and toys with your balls as if they belong to her. You hiss. “Even a couple minutes gone has me wanting more. Just quit school. Be my blowjob doll all day.”

Yerim’s eyes waver as if she’s really considering it.

“Damn, Yerim. What a good whore.” Your hands run fingers through her hair and gently scratch her scalp to encourage her. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Mmhmm! Gonna, hah, make, ah, my throat, hgh, mold this dick,” Yerim says in quick bursts as she takes just a second to gather some air before she devours your cock again; it’s as if she hates any second her mouth wasn’t slobbering on your meat.

“I believe it. but…” Push her face into your crotch and keep her there, leaning forward, pushing all your weight on her head, and driving your cock as deep as it can go. For the first time, Yerim tries to push herself up and get some air, but the way her throat vibrates your dick makes it feel far too good—her moans and groans make it feel even better. Savor the struggle before she coughs out your shaft. You plant kisses on the top of her head and whisper in her ear, “I hope you did a good enough job fucking my cock with your mouth, making it nice and wet, because I’m planning on fucking this ass.”

“Fuck, I couldn’t breathe,” Yerim says, her expression empty. For the first time, you think that maybe your gamble might have failed, that you’ve gone too far—then her bright smile returns, the same one that greeted you. However, this time, it’s full of lust, and her face is a mess. “I fucking loved it!”

You share her smile. Yerim undoes her black jeans and pulls off her cropped shirt. In just a few seconds, she’s down to simple red bras and panties. You follow her in undress, your outfit as swiftly floor-bound.

“Spit on this one more time and bend over.” Smacking your cock on your hand, Yerim does as she’s told: she lewdly spits on your cock before she stands up and walks towards your small desk. You stand up too to lock the door, then turn around—

You never asked her to sweep aside everything on the table, tossing your laptop, books, and notes to the floor to clear the deck for her anal experience.

“Whoops,” Yerim says, her eyes taunting you when she looks back. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

It won’t stop you from paying back the blatant disrespect.

“You fucking bitch!” you bellow. Instantly, you rip her doused panties off. The snap makes her squeal. You take a lewd whiff, then toss it over your shoulder. “Fucking spoiled slut. Think your bitch mommy is going to fucking bail you out of this shit?”

“Wait a second!”

“Nah.” Your fierce, reddening smack on her ass is her only warning. You yank her by the hair and push your cockhead into her asshole, the anger driving you forward inch by inch despite the tightness of her anal entrance. You don’t completely bury your cock inside like she deserves for her little bitch move, but you do go faster than expected, shoving a few inches at a time. Through clenched teeth and seething rage, you say, “Take it. I’m not stopping.”

Yerim finds herself shouting profanity after profanity as she loses more and more of her mind to the shaft penetrating her tightest fuckhole. Her head bangs on the table, as do both of her balled-up fists. Tears come out too, but she shouts anyway: “More!”

“You stupid whore! This is supposed to be me punishing you, yet here you are, begging and groaning for more? I should pull out and stop fucking you. Now that’s a punishment for a slut like you. That might be what you actually deserve, you spoiled cunt!” You push the last few inches until your balls slap her ass.

She screams at the suddenness, the force of your tip hitting her guts.

“It’s all in. Now I should just pull out and kick you out. Let you get a taste and have you addicted and cut you off.” You do just that, slowly unsheathing yourself and making her feel every inch. Her muscles strain and her ass shifts back to keep your cock locked unto her asshole, but the further you pull away, the more difficult it gets.

“No! No! I’m sorry! I’ll buy you a new laptop! Whatever you want! Just, please… please, fuck me!” Yerim is desperate, her voice weak.

You can only scoff at the reaction. “Fuck. You really are just a dumb slut. What else will you give me?” Your erection is right on the edge of pulling out. You tease her contracting asshole by sliding your cockhead a bit back and forth, in and out.

“Anything!” Yerim turns towards you. Eyes shine with fresh tears of pleasure, and bangs stick to her head with drying cum. You smile at your work. ��You can live with me at my mom’s penthouses, fuck me in every corner! Anything, just fuck me!”

At her command, you relented. An upgrade to your living situation and pussy to use at any time. You couldn’t beat that deal. You pushed inside her all the way, grunting when you bottomed out.

“More! More!”

“As you wish, Yerim.” You part your legs a bit more and plant them before you drive forward, your hips working at maximum power since every thrust is a herculean endeavor given the tautness of her ass. Each snap of your hips fully lodges your cock into Yerim and drives your desk against the flimsy wall.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The wood splinters on the corner of your desk; the drywall it’s banging into doesn’t fare any better, cracks already forming.

“Fuck, this asshole is—grh.” Yerim’s ass keeps gripping, clinging, massaging your cock. Oh, the sheer impossibility of pulling out, the sheer need to do anything but.

“Pound my ass, pound my slutty fucking ass, my tight, needy ass! Ram it, use it, anything. Please, please.” And so the combinations of her filthy mouth repeat.

“You know who fucking desperate you sound right now? You know how much of a hungry whore you sound like, Yerim? Was this what you wanted all along? When you asked what I preferred, did you secretly hope I picked ass just so you can get time to fuck it?”

“God, yes! I was waiting for you to say ass. I would have unzipped your pants, pulled your cock out and... oh my fuck, yes, right there!” Your dick rearranging her guts seems to override her thoughts every so often. “Fuck, I would have fucked your cock right there! Instead, you made me let that fucking loser tour guide kiss my ass, act like a little simp, and plead with me to take him out!”

“Made you? You enjoyed that shit.”

“You’re right, right, I don't care! I’m just a dumb whore, an anal whore, just keep, keep fucking, harder, harder. Just don’t stop, never stop, oh god.”

Your consciousness leaves your body with the tremendous bliss that overheats your brain. Out of body, you feel your detached self burn in fatigue at the effort of your hips. You see the hole where the desk meets the wall, hear roommates shouting to keep it down—who cares. All that exists is fucking Yerim. Eventually Haseul too, but right now that arrogant woman is an afterthought.

“Yo, seriously! Shut the fuck up!”

“I’m trying to fucking sleep, asshole!

You’re rudely brought back down to the world, but worldly pleasures aren’t so bad, the tight ring lovingly hugging your girth up and down. Add more spit while some pre-cum leaks out. “Hear that, Yerim? Keep it the fuck down!”

“All I need’s this cock. Fuck them.”

You agree with her sentiments. Fuck your roommates. You aren't going to be living here much longer anyways, from the sound of things.

“Goddamn Yerim. Nayeon, my ex, didn’t even let me fucking touch her asshole until we said ‘I love you’ to each other. Yet here you are, your whole body begging for it even if you can barely take it all.” You’re impressed at how much Yerim can handle. She’s like the perfect fuck AI, learning by the second and with a body built for sex, made for pleasure.

“Fuck! What a stupid fucking bitch.” Now getting more used to the brutal assault, her holes already sculpting to your shaft, Yerim is able to form a few more coherent thoughts in between profanity. “What the fuck does ‘I love you’ have to do with a dick in your ass? Ugh, it feels too good. I couldn’t give a fuck about love as long as you fucked me just like this. Just like that, like that, yess.”

Yerim spewing such venomous words to a woman you once loved would normally make you angry, but instead it only turned you on more. You can’t deny her logic. What does love have to do with pure animalistic fucking?

Or maybe there’s a different word for the kind of love her rear entrance makes to your cock. It’s a love that pulls out the primal heat and pulses and hormones from deep within. “Yerim, I’m going to cum! You’re going to milk my fucking cock.”

“Mhmm. Cum in me. I wanna feel that strong hot jet of cum paint my asshole.”

One hand wraps around her waist while the other chokes Yerim by the neck. She gasps at the loss of air but turns her head to kiss you, lewdly licking your face as you lightly strangle her and grip her right to your body. You pick up the pace once more, not wanting to disappoint. Each thrust threatens the edge to become the fall.

Yerim’s words are slow and punctuated by gasps and squirming squeals. “Fuck me, god, choke me tight, and cum in me, I want it all, give it to me, fuck, yes, yes, cum in my ass, tight, tight, choke and fuck, more, more, hnh.”

“Seriously, shut up, bitch!”

The banging on the walls and your door keep going. High five past self for thinking about the future for once and locking the door.

“I have a test tomorrow, man, what the fuck, keep it down!”

“Oh, shut the fuck up! You guys are—fuck, oh fuck, right there!—you guys are jealous you aren’t fucking like this! Just listen and jerk off, fuck!” Yerim screams back loud enough to wake up the whole campus.

That moment is that very fall foretold. You let go. Your balls pulse, your cock screams in painful pleasure as it shoots ropes and ropes of hot cum straight into Yerim. Her jaw slack, her chest panting for air, she becomes more blissed out with each load that enters her asshole.

“Yes! Fuck, I feel so full.”

You slowly let go of Yerim, letting the broken girl fall onto the broken desk, face first. Since cum still spurts as you pull out, you aim the rest at her asscheeks, fulfilling the perfection you imagined with streaks down her thighs. Smack your cock on it and slap the soft pillows and squeeze them as if you own them.

Luckily, the shouting to “keep it down” has died down for now. Yerim is panting and huffing to gather air, hair disheveled and out of place. She turns to look at you, her smile unfading.

“Damn.” Yerim’s fingers tease between her legs, feeling her slippery pussy lips underneath the used, sticky hole.

“Damn indeed,” you echo with heavy breaths.

Yerim gets up and stumbles a tad. She whispers a “thank you” before she smooches you and holds you in a long embrace.

“You’re welcome.” It’s the first genuine moment between the two of you that isn’t full of games and sexual undertones.

Yerim looks up into your eyes parting from the kiss. Obvious lust is tinged with another emotion you can’t quite pin down. The silence draws on longer as Yerim’s hand gently caresses your chin and her lips leave reckless kisses all over your face.

In unknown territory for the time being and wanting out of it immediately, you shake your head.

“So you weren’t kidding about the penthouse? Because my roommates are about to give me so much shit.”

You only catch something in Yerim’s eyes between two blinks—a split second of disappointment, some missed hint. Puzzles aren’t your strong suit.

“We could sneak out right now. Just grab all your stuff,” Yerim says, brushing it off.

“Yo, fucking seriously?” The door rattles as if it had anger itself.

You chuckle. “Speak of the devil—“

“C’mon asshole, have some fucking respect!”

“Err, devils.” You split away from Yerim and dash across the room in a whirlwind. “I’ll get to packing.”

“Right… well, I’ll, uh—I’ll go distract them?” Yerim’s normally bright and cheery voice is missing the sunshine and rainbows in them.

“Just get some rest. I’ll handle them,” you say, patting Yerim’s head.

She gives a final weak smile and long exhalation before she flops onto the bed.

“Fuck it, I’m going in!” The door swings open, missing you by a few inches and slamming into the busted up desk. The weakest fucking locks. Good thing you’re leaving.

“Yo, what the fuck. Some privacy?” You shove him in annoyance, not caring that you’re fully nude. Ryo bumps into Allen, and both hit the side of the entrance. They stand motionless and unable to speak when they see the girl on your bed.

Your blanket barely covers Yerim who lays there passed out. Her fingers still dip into her cunt and rub it in circles, either blissfully unaware of the intrusion or knowingly enjoying it. Her hair is mixed with sweat and dried cum, chest heaving and eyes lidded. A smile on her despite being asleep.

All three of you snap out of your respective trances. When you shove them back out the door, this time the two resist. “Get the fuck out before I beat your asses. Quit looking at her. She’s fucking mine. Go find your own fucking pussy!”

After you slam the door shut (don’t bother with the locks), Yerim begins to stir a bit, so you give her a kiss on the forehead and stroke her hair.

“Really gave me a run for my money there,” you whisper.

Though packing your belongings is a rush job, you finish it in silence. Give the room a onceover, pick up any stray items, and check your backpack. Make sure your laptop—just a couple dead pixels on the screen—your Switch, and textbooks are there. Check your pockets one last time and confirm your wallet and your keys; you fish them out, remove your dorm key, and toss it aside carelessly.

Relative to anal with Yerim, not even a sweat.

Time passes when you lie next to the sleeping Yerim and watch her pretty face—who cares how much it is? It could be one minute or a whole day. The particulars aren’t for you.

But eventually, you stand up reluctantly and open the door with a sigh.

“See, I told you,” Ryo says to Allen. Neither of them seem too concerned about you.

Allen’s eyes go wide. “What, what the fuck.”

“I thought it’d be one of the usual thots, not…” Ryo mumbles. “Who is she?”

They’ve clearly been waiting outside, ready to pounce and give you a piece of their minds on your way out—that, or to get one more peek at Yerim, judging by their red faces.

“None of your beeswax. Little bee dick losers. Go and cry to the RA. I don’t give a fuck. Imma be gone before the sun’s awake.” You hold your bag up.

Allen facepalms. “Oh, so you couldn’t have waited?”

You opt to ignore the nerd and turn your attention to the stark girl prone in the mattress. “Yerim.”

She slowly stretches her limbs and opens her eyes. A hint of your cream leaks out her rear. “Wh-wha…” Yerim yawns and smiles dreamily at you. “Morning, babe.”

“Pff. Babe? Save that for when I creampie you properly," you say, and Ryo recoils in disgust. "Oh, and call a ride. ‘Cause if not, you’re giving me head in the back of an Uber.”

“You’re a fuckin’ bastard, you know that?" Allen shakes his head. "I said I have a goddamn test later today.”

“Hey boys!” Yerim waves. Shs crawls over to grab her clothes from the floor. Hands on the floor, tits hanging, perky ass shape in full display—you want to take her for anal, round two, in front of your (now ex) roommates. She makes eye contact with Allen and smirks. “He’s a bastard getting chauffeured to a luxury suite.”

“Tsk, naughty girl,” you say when she shimmies back into her underwear. “You’re gonna stain your panties with cum.”

Yerim pokes her tongue out at you before she gets up and grabs your arm. “That’s how I like it. Let’s go… daddy,” she whispers for you alone.

The two of them realize they don’t register as people in front of your eyes at all. Ryo sighs and heads back to his bedroom while Allen huffs and puffs, standing there as if he’s going to do something.

He won’t.

"The room's a fucking mess! Look at all this shit you broke! Are you gonna leave this goddamn broken desk and wall here, you piece of shit, you gotta be fucking kiddi…"

How bold the drabble. It's easy to tune him out because people like that never really get to action. His glares of righteous fury amount to nothing at the end of the day.

You walk downstairs and outside with Yerim in hand—more than in hand, you have to hold the weak-legged Yerim. Bask in the fresh dawn air.

As you wait together on the bench for the ride (some luxury black sedan apparently), Yerim’s phone rings.

“Hi, mom. Yes, I called the driver. Yes, of course I was out at a party. No, I—okay, yeah, obviously, I’ll tell you about it later, just… You mean, my condo? Yes, yes, yours, you know what I mean, the one I live at. No! Just use the other one! The one that’s two buildings over. It’s so much nicer, it has the gym with the equipment you like, and I need privacy for studying. Don’t tell me you don’t get loud too whenever you—ha, thought so. Okay, I’ll see you around.”

After Yerim hangs up, you ask, “Is this gonna be a problem?”

“Oh, not at all. I swear, she won’t even mind you living there. It’s just that if she finds out, she’s definitely gonna… Look, don’t worry about it.” Yerim squeezes your arm.

No need for that. You don’t do silly things like worry. After all, the future doesn’t exist. There’s only this tick of the clock and the next; that's all you can control.

You can't control Yerim learning over in the backseat, her mouth sloppily loud as it is wet.

You certainly cannot control the exact moment you puff up her cheeks.

So goes another second for the clock to record.

Handle the rest later.

#kpop smut #loona smut #reader insert #male reader #collab #jettsdraft

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saeyoungchoismaid · 4 years

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The brother’s reaction to having a shy s/o who is inexperienced

Genre: fluff Warnings: none

Lucifer:

he was really subtle about liking you at first

until he found out that you like him back

then, all bets were off

he acted so cockily and confident

well, more than usual, that is

he was all about flirting and being touchy

teasing you constantly

when you two actually started dating, he was surprisingly pretty slow about going about things

you guessed it was because he hasn’t been serious about anyone in a while

a fiery blush came to your cheeks when you first held hands and he thought it was the cutest thing ever to see you so flustered

when he finally decided to kiss you, he notices you dodge his attempts

the first time it happened, he got the message and didn’t try again for a long while

he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, after all

when he tries again though and you still refuse him, he decides to talk to you about it

he’s absolutely 100% okay with waiting but he just wants to know why

does he scare you or make you nervous? Are you not as attracted to him as you thought?

when you confess that you’re nervous to be affectionate with him in fear of messing up, he’s confused

“Darling, I don’t care how good or bad you are. That’s what I’m here for. I’ll teach you all that you need to know,” he purrs suggestively into your ear

when you finally do kiss, he can tell you’re inexperienced but the kiss alone was enjoyable because it was done with you

Mammon:

it took him all of two seconds to try to first kiss you when you started dating

when you dodged it though, he felt his heart break a little

you’re his human now, right? So why can’t he show you how much he likes you?

true to Mammon manner, he throws a fit without really thinking about it

“Why won’t ya let me kiss ya? ‘U’re my partner, aren’t ya? I should be allowed to kiss ya!” he whines

as much as he wanted to kiss you, he was okay with waiting if that’s what you wanted

he’s just dramatic

when you teared up at his words though, his mind instantly shuts off and he doesn’t know what to do

“Yeah, ‘u’re right. I’m not being a good partner. I’m sorry,” you apologize, tears starting to fall down your face

he gapes at this, his heart beating faster when he realizes that he’s the cause of your tears

“What? No! You’re perfect! Stop crying! If ya don’t wanna kiss me yet, ya don’t have to!” he shouts

you sniffle and wipe at your cheeks, still not making eye contact with him

“Really?” you ask unsurely, thinking he’s just saying that to make you stop crying

you see his feet come into your view and then feel his hands on your cheeks, fear shooting through you when you think he’s going to try to kiss you anyway

“(Y/n), ya know how much I...like ya. I don’t want to make ya do something that ya don’t wanna do...”

you sniffle again, a smile slowly coming to your face as you look up at him

“Thank you, Mammon. This means a lot to me,” you thank softly

he huffs and shoves you into his chest, your arms coming around him for a tight hug

“Yeah, whatever, human,” he grumbles, failing to hide his blush from you

Levi:

he’s just as nervous as you are

yeah, he’s been around hundreds and hundreds of years but that doesn’t mean he’s all that experienced

he prefers hiding in his room to play video games and watch anime rather than going out and actually talking to all the normies

you make him want to leave his room though

he wasn’t exactly subtle about having feelings for you

then again, you weren’t the best at hiding it either

all of the brothers constantly tease you both

so, when you finally do get together, neither of you make a move to even hold hands

the most you do for a while is hug, to be honest

as time went by and you two got more comfortable around each other, he finally worked up the nerve to hold your hand

both of you had blushes the entire time though

it took him even longer to try to kiss you for the first time

when you avoided it though, he freaked out

“Sorry! Ugh, I knew I shouldn’t have tried that! I really am sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

he stops when you tighten your grip on his hand, his throat seizing up a bit at the extra pressure

are you going to dump him?

“I’m sorry. It’s not you. I’m just so afraid of messing this up...” you confess

cue confused Levi™️

“What? Why would you think that?” he asks as he turns to face you more now that he knows you’re not revolted by him

after you explain everything to him, he smiles softly at you and turns you to face him

“Hey, I don’t care about that. You’re talking to me, after all. There are plenty of things I haven’t done and I’m nervous to try. I want to try them with you though. For you,” he says softly, his free hand lightly cupping your cheek

you smile brightly at him now as you give him a hug

“Thank you, Levi.”

Satan:

he was really calm about the entire thing

well, other than when you would do something beyond cute and he’d just get so flustered

when he realized he liked you, he didn’t hesitate to ask you out once he ‘confirmed’ that you liked him back

when you said yes, he was beyond ecstatic

he practically dragged you to your first date right away

he held your hand easily, not noticing how you tensed up at the gesture before slowly relaxing into it

when he tried to kiss you after your first date though, you retreated from his face

he visibly deflates at the denial but he doesn’t push it

you two did just start dating, after all. Maybe you’re just not ready yet

and he’s okay with that

“Goodnight, (Y/n),” he whispers before kissing the back of your hand and leaving you at your door

he doesn’t try again until much later

when you do the same thing again though, he looks crestfallen

“(Y/n)...why won’t you let me kiss you?” he asks quietly, starting to become afraid that you didn’t actually like him anymore or that you’re scared of him

after hearing you explain that you’re afraid of messing up or that you’re not good enough for him, he looks heartbroken

“My love, don’t think so negatively about yourself. I want all of you, your faults and your downfalls included. I like you for who you are,” he says gently, cupping your hands with his

when he sees you smile, he pulls you into a hug

“Now that I know, I’ll wait as long as you want me to.”

Asmo:

we all know how affectionate this demon is

you two weren’t even dating yet before he tried making a move

when you shot him down or shied away from him, he just brushed it off

when he actually started liking you though, all of that stopped

he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable or nervous around him

he hated the thought of it

you, and everyone for that matter, noticed his change in behavior

he didn’t really bring anyone home anymore, he didn’t even really flirt with anyone that wasn’t you

it was freaking everyone out, honestly

well, everyone but you

it made you realize how serious his feelings for you are

so, when you two start dating, he’s ready to get things on the road

when he tries to kiss you though, you avoid it with a nervous gaze

this makes him just as nervous

does he still make you uncomfortable or anxious? are you worried about him cheating on you?

he let it go the first time, wanting to give you time to adjust to your new relationship with him

when he tried again though and you still avoided him, he just got more upset

“Why won’t you let me kiss you? Do I make you that uncomfortable?” he snaps without thinking about it

in his eyes, he’s been nothing but a loving, caring, and loyal boyfriend and you’ll barely cuddle him

everything comes to a stop when your eyes start watering though

“You’re right. I know. I’m such a bad partner. You can kiss me. Go ahead,” you concede, body shaking as you move closer to him

kissing you is what he’s been wanting but not like this

you clearly don’t want it

“What? No! Look at you! You’re shaking at even thinking about kissing me! I’m not going to force you to do it!” he shouts as he moves away from you

his yelling and denying you just makes you more nervous. You just keep messing up

“I’m sorry. I understand if you want to break up with me. I know you’re the avatar of lust. I’m such a bad partner. I can’t even kiss you,” you sob, your body shaking even more

he frowns at this, a pit forming in his stomach as he tries to figure out what to do

he sighs and moves to you, wrapping you in a hug and letting you sob into his chest

“Babe,” he calls out to you, getting no response. “Darling,” he tries again. “Sugar. Love bug. My honey bunches of oats,” he keeps going, the pet names getting more sickeningly sweet as he goes on

you start giggling at the fourth one, pulling away to look up at him

he smiles softly at you, his hands cupping your face and petting your hair as he speaks

“(Y/n), it doesn’t matter that I’m the avatar of lust. I want to be with you and if that means you don’t want to kiss me yet, then that’s okay. I’m sorry for shouting. I just thought you were still uncomfortable around me from how I used to act...” he confesses

your smile slips into a frown, your head starting to shake

“That’s not it at all. I just don’t want to mess this up. I really like you...” you confess

he smirks and kisses your cheek before saying, “Good because I like you even more.”

Beel:

my pure honey bunch sugar plum pumpyumpyumpkin sweetie pie cuppy cake gum drop schnookums schnookums baby cakes

I love this man so much I-

when he figures out he likes you, this demon can barely look at you without getting butterflies and a pink blush

when he finds out you like him too?

those butterflies turn into full-on birds and he swears he’s going to be sick

he gets so nervous around you after that

suddenly, things he used to do without thinking, he now overthinks about

you look so nice today. Should he tell you or will you be creeped out? He’s trying out this new recipe. Can he ask you to try it or is he pestering you? He needs help with his homework. Can he ask you or will you think he’s dumb or annoying?

MY POOR SWEET BABY

when you two get together, it helps him relax a lot

you wouldn’t be dating him if you didn’t like him, right?

takes him like three months to even hold your hand

after he first does it though, he ALWAYS holds your hand after that

he likes the feeling of your small hand in his

it takes him 47420959584 years to try to kiss you

he’s honestly so excited but also very nervous

he is constantly looking at your lips and imagining them against his

when he tries and you deny him, he thinks he might puke

“I’m sorry. I can’t,” you say softly

he swallows down his nerves and nods his head, moving away from you to give you space

“No, it’s okay. I understand.”

“But you don’t...” you mumble

what doesn’t he understand?

“Okay, then explain it to me?” he replies, it coming out more as a question that a statement

you sigh before explaining the situation

he smiles at your words though, thinking it’s kind of silly

“(Y/n), you don’t ever have to be worried when it comes to me. I care for you in ways that I can’t explain. If you aren’t ready to kiss me yet, then that’s completely fine. I want to kiss you only when you’re ready,” he reassures before giving your forehead a kiss

Belphie:

you two were cuddling in bed before he even realized he liked you

once he did realize though, he became nervous around you

he didn’t show it though

he just started acting indifferent towards you

he wasn’t fooling anyone though

it was the little things that showed everyone that he cared for you

giving you his leftovers instead of Beel, pulling a blanket over you if you fall asleep on the couch, pulling a piece of fuzz from your hair with the utmost care, the list goes on

when you two started dating, nothing really changed at first

Belphie is bad at expressing himself, so cuddling with you was already a big step for him

when you two move up to hugging and hand-holding though, he slowly starts to open up more

one day, he finally goes to kiss you only for you to avoid it

he’s confused but it doesn’t really bother him all that much because he knows what it’s like to received unwanted affection

but wait

why would his affection be unwanted? He’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?

he softly asks you about it, letting you know that he’s not upset in any way. He’s just confused

once you explain that you’re afraid of messing up, he chuckles a little as he pulls you into a hug

“Now why would you ever be afraid of something like that? You know that I like you. Both of us will make plenty of mistakes but we are a couple so we will work on them and improve together,” he coos at you

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separatist-apologist · 3 years

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Hey ! Could you write a little one-shot (or Multiple if you are feeling it) of Elain being super jealous that Lucien is getting attention from other females? I feel like she would be super territorial and I really think you could run with it!

I'M SO EXCITED! I've always wanted someone to send me a prompt! Tell me what you think!!!!

You wanted to keep this a secret, Elain reminded herself, sipping the too-sweet drink in front of her. It was her mantra; she’d live and die by those words. You wanted to keep this a secret. Everything was too new with Lucien, too fragile and Elain didn’t want a million eyes watching her every step while they very carefully courted. She didn’t need any extra opinions, especially after the heated evening they’d spent kissing in his apartment. Lucien was so rarely in Velaris to begin with that no one batted an eye when he did arrive and she just so happened to have errands to run.

You wanted to keep this a secret, she thought a third time as Mor dropped beside her, sweaty from dancing. They’d all gone to Rita’s and though both Elain and Lucien had tried to make their excuses, Feyre was not taking no for an answer, and Rhysand and Cassian had somehow convinced Lucien to join them. She could see Lucien across the room, leaned up against the mahogany bar holding a glass between two fingers. She’d noticed how well fitted his dark pants were, giving the whole bar a perfect view of his thighs, his ass, his everything if she was being honest. He’d removed his cream-colored jacket to drape it over the back of a nearby chair, revealing a hunter green shirt that was just as well-fitted, tucked neatly into his pants and buttoned politely up to his neck. The color off-set his thick, red hair that fell down his back, framing lovely, golden skin and a too wide smile.

A smile not directed at her, but a blonde woman who was standing just a little too close. She was laughing at whatever Lucien said, head tipped back. Elain bit back her scowl. He wasn’t that funny, she grumbled.

“Want to dance?” Mor interrupted Elain’s musing, unaware of her thoughts. “You look lonely.” Elain tore her eyes from Lucien to look down at the pink drink in her hand. “This isn’t my kind of dancing,” she admitted.

Feyre joined Mor, wiping her sweaty hair off her flushed face. “Have you seen Rhys?” She asked, swaying slightly despite being seated. “I lost him on the dance floor.”

“He’s right there,” Mor replied, gesturing in Lucien’s direction. Elain turned again, irritated to see a brunette had joined the laughing blonde and was touching Lucien’s arm. Elain’s vision went red for a moment. Touching, her brain screamed, demanding retribution. Elain looked back at the wood grain table, allowing the thrumming music to wash over her. To calm her.

You wanted to keep this a secret.

“Lucien’s popular tonight,” Feyre giggled, drawing Elain’s attention back to the bar. A third woman, another blonde, was at his side, her finger practically in his drink. Lucien seemed utterly oblivious to the attention. What was he talking about?

Mor waved a hand dismissively. “Rita’s is always a little too excited when Lucien comes in.”

Feyre giggled wildly. “Because he’s Autumn Court?”

“You hush right now,” Mor warned, her brown eyes flashing. “But yeah, I think so.”

Elain blinked. “Why would it matter if he’s Autumn Court?”

Feyre burst out laughing while Mor choked on her drink. Elain didn’t dare look back over at Lucien even as embarrassment flooded through her. She was obviously missing something, some kind of insider knowledge about Autumn Court or Lucien that everyone else knew.

“Rita’s doesn’t see a lot of Autumn Court, that’s all,” Mor told Elain kindly even as her red lips twitched with amusement. Feyre was laughing so hard she slid from her chair, drink sloshing all over her tight, black dress. Mor sighed, exasperated, and hauled Feyre back into her seat.

“What’s got her in such a good mood?” Cassian grinned, sitting beside Elain, one muscular arm draped over the back of her wooden chair.

“Lucien,” Mor replied, nodding her head in Lucien’s direction. Cassian looked over Elain’s head, his grin widening.

“Good for him.”

Elain bit back her scowl, practically double-taking when she caught the fourth woman resting her forearm on Lucien’s shoulder. All of them were laughing like they were in a comedy club. She clenched her hands so hard her nails bit into her palm.

“We were explaining to Elain that Lucien is always popular at Rita’s, right, Cassian?” Mor asked, though Elain barely heard her over the roaring of blood in her ears.

“Oh, right. Yeah, I think it’s the—”

“The fire in his blood?” Feyre interrupted, choking on her laughter. Elain looked up at Cassian just in time to catch him roll hazel eyes.

“He’s hot, no fire needed,” Mor swept in quickly, cutting off whatever Cassian planned to say. “Which is why there are five females—” “Five?!” Elain screeched, furious at the red head touching his hair.She stood abruptly, nearly knocking her chair into the people sitting behind them. Cassian caught the furniture smoothly with one broad hand.

“Pay up,” Cassian demanded from behind her. Elain didn’t stick around long enough to see what, exactly, Cassian was collecting on. She was seething as she stomped up to Lucien, dripping in women.

“He has a mate,” she informed the group, waving her hands around as though to shoo away birds. Lucien turned, surprise etched into his features, mouth parted to ask her what, exactly, was her problem.

You wanted to keep this a secret. Not anymore, she decided, lifting up on her tiptoes to kiss him, both to illustrate her point and stake a claim. Lucien wrapped an arm around her waist, his other hand still holding his drink, his kiss enthusiastic if not a tad confused. Elain didn’t care; for a moment she forgot they were in Rita’s at all. Something about him always melted the world around them, made her surroundings an afterthought.

“What happened to keeping this a secret?” He asked, mouth inches from her own.

“I changed my mind,” she told him primly. Lucien arched a brow, both russet and metal eyes roaming down her body slowly before coming back to her face. The women were gone, intimidated by Elain’s possessive show. Good, she thought with satisfaction. She was tempted to stomp towards the front of the dance floor, cut the music, and announce to everyone that Lucien Vanserra had a mate, and the bar needed to stay away from him. Perhaps she’d hang flyers just in case anyone forgot or became too tempted. He was handsome, too handsome for shabby Ritas, she thought smugly.

Mine, she declared, kissing him again.

Lucien peered over her head, a smile dancing on his lips. “I don’t think we were ever a secret, Elain.”

“What? Why do you say that?” She demanded, whirling on her heel when Lucien gestured behind her with his head. Standing beside a card table was Rhysand, grinning like the devil as he handed five women little bags of coins. When he caught her gaping, he smiled, too, holding up his hand to indicate it had taken five women to crack her. Elain narrowed her eyes.

It is so on, she thought loudly, well aware he was listening. Rhysand tipped his head back to laugh.

“Want to get out of here?” Lucien murmured, his lips pressed into her hair. A shiver of anticipation slithered up her spine.

“Yes,” she agreed breathlessly.

Lucien brought his glass to his lips, intending to swallow what remained when Elain asked, “Why did Feyre say you were so popular because you were Autumn Court and had fire in your blood?”

Lucien choked, holding his glass away from his chest as he turned to face her younger sister.

“She said what?” He wheezed, hair falling in his face. Elain thumped him on the back.

“She said you were popular with women because—”

He held his hand up to stop her, gulping down air. “Let’s get out of here…I’ll show you what she meant.”

Elain looked up, surprised by how dark his expression had become. Realization dawned. “She meant—”

“Yes. C’mon. Let’s get out of here.”

#elucien #elain x lucien #elucien fic #elucien one shot #prompt #yay #if anyone asks why I am not writing IKPWWBF this little snippet is exactly why #also #i tried so hard to edit this better than usual #for you anon #you know thats my weakness #so my effort makes us best friends

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cafecourage · 3 years

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The moment they realized they loved you. (Isekai Au Edition) Part 2

If you want more information on this AU here is the Link!

Sky:

- It started slow and very sweet.

- He took a long time realizing who you were. But he still believed in the others when they started to recognize you.

- When your behind him cheering you on, he feels invincible. Since during his adventure Impa tore into him pretty badly when he was late to save Zelda.

- Your presence is comforting to him. It feels like home despite being on the ground.

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Being back in Skyloft was a small blessing for the chain. The tight knit community had already welcomed the travelers with little to no questions about their origins. It was a stroke of luck that they landed in front of the bazaar in the early morning when no one else was up yet. Their first day there was a resting day in attempt to gather information on the black blood monsters and inventory checks.

Sky took his time catching up with everyone. Letting the Headmaster and Sun know about the situation that had the hero hopping around in the timeline. Then he needed to go down to the small settlement on the surface to check on them. Sun did already tell him that things where still safe down there and that he should take a break. But he still would rather check it out himself just in case something did happen it better to be safe than sorry.

Despite being able to jump off from any of the decks in Skyloft. He automatically went towards the plaza near the tower of light. During his adventure it was the quickest way to the opening above Faron Woods. Sky was just turning the bend when he saw his Loftwing was already there on the docks and under its wing was You. You were trying to put a small amount of distance between you and the bird but the creature kept bring you closer to hold.

“(Y/n)!” Sky was baffled at his Loftwings reactions to you. He dashes to your side. “I’m so sorry. He isn’t normally like this.”

“It’s fine.” Your uncontrollable laughter the was full with childlike glee finally reached him. “In fact, I think he recognizes me!” You whispered smiling. The Crimson Loftwing cooed now leaning into his masters touch as Sky softly pet the side of his necks. Sky wondered if what you said was the truth. Since a Loftwing and its rider do share a special connection, it’s fully possible that his also felt and heard you. “Hey Link?” Suddenly your demeanor changed. “Can I ask something?”

Your bashful and embarrassed expression made Sky feel soft inside. “Of course.”

“One of these days can you show me around the sky or the surface?” You shifted awkwardly from him. He actually forgot that you haven’t physically been to his era before. That for the longest time you only saw things from his point of view without the ability to truly explore anything. “You don’t need to- “

“Are you free now?” He quickly cut you off. “I was actually heading down there now to check on the settlement.”

“Really?” Your face seems to brighten but then you remembered something and leaned closer to him whispering again “I don’t have a Loftwing though.”

He gently takes your hand “my Loftwing is strong enough for both of us.” He guided you to his side. You eyed the bird with uncertainty but you let him help you up onto the harness. Sky got on behind you reaching around you to get the reins. “Hold on to me if you get scared.” He teasingly warned and before you could question him. His Loftwing took off nose diving off of the deck.

You let out a small squeak as you latched onto his tunic. Sky almost felt bad that he actually scared you. But once in the air and on a steady path you finally opened your eyes again. “Woah!” The sight was nothing special but it was still just as beautiful. The clouds below them created an endless sea of white. “It’s so pretty.” Pride bubbled up as Sky watch you taken in the beauty of his home. This was just the start of what he wanted to show you as different locations came into his mind. “Hey.” You looking over your shoulder with hope in your eyes. ”Next time can we go to the Lumpy Pumpkin? I remember you singing high praises about their pumpkin soup.”

Sky tried to think of what he wanted to do tomorrow, right now there wasn’t anything that needed his attention. “If we have time tomorrow, I can take you there for lunch or dinner.” Maybe he could take a break from being a hero for a bit.

“Great! It’s a date then.” You sent a wink his way that sent his brain into a haywire before looking back into the endless sky. He was lucky his Loftwing is able to steer himself. As dot’s where finally connecting in Sky’s head. Pure love and affection bubble up as he embraces his new found feelings.

- He will be the one to uno reverse card on you. All love and affection will drown you instead. There was so much he wanted to tell you before to thank you for being by his side and encouraging him.

- Cuddle time will start here because of his need to make sure you know your loved too.

- He would be the one to confess first, but it would probably be played off as friends telling each other that they love each other.

- You’re not dense but overly affectionate. He might just need to spell out how you make him feel on a daily basis. Maybe then you’ll understand what you’re doing to him.

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Legend:

- It hit him like a freight train.

- He isn’t mad at you. He is mad at himself. He had made his dues with what the people he had lost. Yet here he is. Already going too far.

- Your ability to make the situation brighter slowly eroded the walls he put up years ago.

- It might be all in his head, but he swears that you always make sure his needs are met even if he is trying to hide them.

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“Link!!!” You barreled towards him ignoring the questioning stares the people of Windfall Island. “Link! Link! Link! LOOK!!!” You hold up a pink rabbit stuffed animal that you bought. “It you!”

The veteran in question huffed, “seriously of all things.” He turned on his heels “I’m going back on the ship.” He didn’t know why he was still entertaining your antics at that point.

“Wha- Hey! I was joking!” They were stocking up in Windfall and Legend was not happy to be on a boat nor in the ocean again. He wouldn’t say that he afraid.

Just… cautious…

You on the other hand looked like you were having the time of your life on the ship talking the it’s Captain and crew member’s. Yet most of the time you would stay by his side. The reason was obvious but nether wanted to talk about it.

Which is why you dragged him out to the port island. ‘An easy distraction.’ You told him, ‘I can show you around so we won’t get lost!’ He wasn’t worried about that. Legend trusted you. A fact he will never say out loud. However, he would rather hole up somewhere and escape the world then be here.

A soft hand took his when Legend reached the docks. He already knew who it was since you’ve been following him like a lost puppy all day. “One more place please?” You looked at him expectingly. “Then you can go back.”

“What are you a child? Why can’t you just go alone?” Legend snapped back, “you don’t have to be around me.”

“Legend I like being with you.” You pointed out like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “However.” You let go of his hand. “I also understand if you don’t want to hang out anymore and want to go rest.” There was no fighting back. No offense to his words. Nothing. Just a warm smile that filled him with warmth, that was accompanied by words fueled by unlimited care and understanding which made his heart beat faster. The silence between you two seemed to give you an answer. You turned around. A panicked feeling shot through. Legend was surprised with himself when he almost reached out to you when you walked away.

Instead, he watched you go. In the wake of his own emotions, he realized what had been happening. How he has been acting around you was starting to get familiar. “Not again.” He whispered disappointed in himself.

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- Legend is going to be bitter about it. He isn’t going to take it out on you, but his mannerisms are going to be different after this.

- Not quite closed off, but it’s almost like he is mourning another loss.

- You would need to drown him in love and affection before he realizes you like him back. But like Twilight, he is going to be heartbroken if you decide to leave him to go back home.

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Wild:

- Its progression was as natural as breathing.

- He just got off of his adventure so he always had you by his side. Just being near you is second nature.

- If anything, he was more than excited to actually have you physically be here alongside him.

- It rare to see ether of you not near each other when traveling together you two are inseparable.

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The only upside of being in Wild’s Era is that the champion knew what to expect, it’s chaotic was normal for him and actually brought him a bit of peace. You came with that peace of mind. Having you join the chain to him was almost like you never left his side in the first place. From the moment he woke up after being told his name and what he needed to from Zelda, he was aware of your presence. You were the one to encourage him to explore the ruin kingdom. You were the one to recognize structures that the people in his world didn’t know about. The weird part was that you didn’t know how he was before the calamity, but he didn’t question that fact too much. He was more than happy to have someone treat him as a different person from before.

Now having you physically with him. Wild wanted to bring you to all of your favorite locations that you vocally told him about.

But that had to wait for now, because the downside to Wild’s Hyrule was the amount of things that wanted him dead. Moblins? Bokablins? Those guys are fine to fight they were push overs unless infected with the black blood. Actually, most of Wild’s monsters were like that. Once you get a hang of fighting them and recognize their patterns. They are a breeze.

A common threat that was annoy to deal with however, was the Yiga Clan. Which leads to the situation Wild and the others found themselves getting in while on the road to Hateno. He should of figured that they were going to strike when he got back to his Era. But he honestly didn’t think it would be in this quantity they were out number but thanks to Warriors taking control of the situation where managing. He was trying to make sure everyone was accounted for and was alive when he heard a string of curses coming from his right.

You had been knocked on the ground by a Blade Master. Your sword was near the clan member. Wild felt his world freeze in that moment as he bolted towards your body. With a falcon bow in hand. Wild side jumped. Locked in an ancient arrow and let it go.

The arrow sped towards the Blade Master. Hitting him directly. Turning the Yiga member into a bunch of Sheikah blue ribbons before collapsing into an orb where the arrow hit.

Wild slide towards your body. A pulse he needed to feel a pulse. Placing the tips of his index and middle finger on the base of your thumb and wrist. He pressed lightly to feel the blood pulsing beneath his fingers. A sigh of relief escaped him. Wild was lucky that the battle had come to an end. As the other Yiga members ether retreated in horror of what happened to one of their own or cut down quickly.

Hyrule join him soon after shooing him out of the way gently. Wild didn’t move from your side all that much. He didn’t want to. Just in case you left him too. He doesn’t know a life without you in it. A world like that just doesn’t exist.

Wild knows the name of the cause of his feelings. It’s the same thing that drives him to share his experience with you. He wants to be by your side and to make you happy.

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- He is protective but not controlling. If anything, he wants to spar with you more. So, you can get better at fighting.

- You can bet he is going to start making you taste the different foods he had discovered, or sneak out to visit areas in his world more often. He doesn’t want you to miss a thing.

- There is so much he wants to do with you. So much he wants to share. So many things to say. That he just wants to do it all at once so there can be new things you both can discover together.

(Part 1)

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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Hi! How r u!?

Could you do one where YN and Harry are in Disney world and the reader wants to go to the biggest roller coaster there is with Harry.

But, YN does not know that Harry is scared of heights.

And like at first when he and YN got the tickets he did not think of it much. But when it was their turn harry started to panic but did not want to ruin this for YN.

When they were all buckled up, Harry is like maybe saying stuff like, “YN! WERE GOING TO DIE”

And the reader is just laughing her ass off and holding his hand to keep him calm.

hahahah i’m cackling over this one😭😭

Your legs really hurt.

Checking your phone you were told you’d done 16,927 steps today. 16,928. 16,929, 16,930. You were aching all over and you were sure your feet would be unforgiven tomorrow.

But it’s been such a good day so far. You and Harry felt spontaneous and decided to catch the train from London into Paris - specifically Disneyland. You’d been when you were little, but had never been big enough to go on the scarier rides, whilst Harry had never been so you both thought it was time to have a laugh and face your childhood dreams.

Harry had been watching videos of the rides on youtube, on the train ride over, because he is not a massive fan of rollercoasters. He claims he hates them, but you knew he got high off the adrenaline. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t scream like a strangled cat or squeeze your hand ridiculously tight. No. In fact, your hand had turned purple a few times today from him squeezing too hard. Your ear would need surgery too at this point.

He hadn’t even mastered the largest ride yet. That was reserved for now.

It was a new ride called ‘Velocity’ and you didn’t tell Harry that it had the steepest drop, on a rollercoaster, in the whole of France - and France had some pretty impressive rollercoasters.

“So what does this one do again?” Harry asked, whilst you stood at the front of the barriers. They opened, allowing you to move across and you move into the car seats. Harry handed his bag across to one of the stewards and clambered into his seat next to you. It was one of those rides where the bar came down over you, so you both lifted up and pulled the bar down as if you were benching.

“It just has a few climbs and some drops. It’s quite fast, mind.” You missed out the part where there was a bloody steep drop.

Once the barriers had been pulled down the stewards had come and checked they were all secure, apart from Harry making a fuss - as per usual. He’d done this on every ride - even It’s A Small World.

“Um excuse me, is this tight enough?”

A woman came over and pushed down harshly, making Harry suck in his guts.

“Yes Sir. It’s perfectly secure.” She announced before walking away to her designated station.

“You alright H?” You asked him, seeing a few beads of sweat run over his furrowed eyebrows. He was such a baby, but you loved him so much. His hands gripped the handles attached to the bar so tight that his hands were white. You moved your hand across to touch his, making sure he felt comfortable.

“Woman put your bloody hand back before your hand gets decapitated.” He shoots you a worried look.

“Harry!” You laughed, “Bubs we’re stationary and even then I wouldn’t lose a hand.”

“Just humour me.”

And then it was silent until the ride started to move. Harry muttering a string of curse words under his breathe. He noticed the incline for as soon as the ride takes off, leaning his head back fully as the rollercoaster started climbing for the clouds. It’s rickety tracks made Harry close his eyes tight and you looked at him, rather than admiring the view over the park.

It reached the peak quicker than you both expected and ran over the edge and round the corner. Harry was screaming the whole way whilst you were laughing your head off. You were journeyed over loop-the-loops and underneath tunnels, giving you sprays of cold air as you whooshed around. Then it came to an abrupt stop.

Here it was. The drop.

“Hey that wasn’t actually so bad.” Harry stated, thinking that the ride had finished before looking around confused when he noticed the large incline ahead of him. “Y/N what the fuck is that?”

“A drop?” You answered dumbly, pushing your hair away from your face.

“No Y/N. The thing before was a drop. This, shit— This is the fucking endgame.”

You laughed at his words, not being able to take him seriously. You had so much adrenaline and you were excited to experience it all over again in less than 30 seconds. The climb up this time was a lot slower, allowing you to take note of your surroundings. You were going to be able to touch the stars from this height.

“Bubs you’ll be fine.” Your words did nothing to calm him.

“Fine is not a very convincing word, Y/N,” Harry panicked, “I would rather you said ‘we’ll remain alive’.” You didn’t miss the fact he talked about both of you, rather than just him, showing that he was clearly thinking of you in this terrible situation too.

“Ok, Harry, we are going to survive this.” You looked over at him to see the terror in his innocent eyes. He was never going to take you to a theme park again after this.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” Your car approached the tip of the drop, “Oh my god, fuck I think i’ve wet myself, fuck a shitting duck!” You couldn’t stop laughing at Harry’s remarks, hoping there was no small children close to you two. “Fuck! Y/N I love you baby and if we die i’d like to tell you it was me who shitting ran over your caaattt—”

The rollercoaster tipped and shot over the edge. Harry screamed so loudly you think a bird might have burst from the noise. It was over before you could even say the word ‘Mississippi’. The adrenaline closing through your veins was blood boiling and the smile on your face was so wide your jaw hurt. The ride came to a stop back at base shortly after the drop, everyone completely windswept.

After you’d left the rides premises you both exited and stood for a second on solid ground. Harry didn’t move though, instead he stood looking at you with a puzzled expression and his hands on his hips.

“What?” You asked innocently.

“Are we not going to talk about what just happened?” He looked at you as if you just grew a third eye.

“Ohhh right. You mean talk about the part where you pissed yourself or the part where you admitted to running Tibbles over?” You smugly looked at him, biting your lip to suppress the laugh you wanted to let erupt. “You screamed like a lady giving birth.”

Harry paced over to you and whispered into your ear, slightly still out of breathe from the adrenaline rush and now crash.

“Yeah well you’ll be the one fucking screaming later, y’devil.”

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pilothusband · 3 years

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fly me to the moon

Rating: M-ish (a lil spicy at the end)

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings: Swearing, boner mention, a douchebag, a little hint at food shaming

Word count: 2.5k

Description: You go on a date with a complete asshole. He takes you on a helicopter tour, not expecting the pilot to be the one to sweep you off your feet.

Author’s note: Probably should have edited this more but meh. This was completely self-indulgent. Unbeta’d. Let me know what you think!

gif by @pedroispunk

Why did I agree to go out with this jackass in the first place?

Your eyes were starting to feel sore with the amount of times you had rolled them throughout your date. He hadn’t noticed the exasperated movement of your eyes, too swept up in talking about the summer he spent in Ibiza with his former fraternity brothers, his medium rare, overpriced ribeye untouched.

So far, everything had felt off. The way he pulled up outside of your apartment and honked his horn to signal his arrival, the anchor cufflinks in his freshly pressed suit, paired with a pair of leather boat shoes and a salmon-pink button down. You loved a man in pink, but the rest of the outfit just felt like it didn’t fit together. Was he going to a wedding or going to party on a yacht? You had glanced down at your own outfit, a simple black dress that stopped mid-calf and hung loose, just barely hinting at your curves.

God, you hoped he wasn’t going to take you on a boat.

You had only agreed to this date in the first place because Liam, an investment banker who worked in your office building in the suite below yours, had asked you nearly every day for a month in a row. He was persistent, kind of like a mosquito, but you figured you were being too picky and needed to expand your horizons a bit. Maybe you would learn more about him and actually have a good time.

Not so much.

You couldn’t help but notice the way his brows knit together when you had ordered the fettuccine alfredo. The restaurant’s menu was pretty limited, and you didn’t recognize most of the items. This place was just too fancy for your comfort. You had wanted to call the waiter back to the table and change your order to a cheeseburger, just to embarrass him further.

As Liam droned on about how his father had taught him how to manage his finances, you let your mind wander to last weekend. You had gone out with your friends, Benny and Will, a pair of brothers who were each other’s polar opposites, yet they had a bond that was stronger than any other siblings you had ever met.

You were already well acquainted with their other friends, Santiago and Frankie, affectionately known as Pope and Catfish. Pope had a magnetic personality– he commanded the room without meaning to, sometimes to the detriment of others around him, who were trying to get a word in edgewise.

Frankie was complicated. He was quiet, a little rough around the edges, and a little gruff, but so soft at the same time. His eyes gave way to a deeply settled kind of hurt. They had drawn you in almost right away. It only took one glance at his smile, brilliant and boyish, with a hint of a dimple gracing his cheek, before you were hooked.

You had only known him for a few months now and only saw him when the guys got together, but you couldn’t deny the desire that clutched at your stomach whenever his deep brown eyes met yours.

You heard your date call your name, snapping you out of your daydream.

“You ready for part two of the best date ever?” Liam asked. His smirk was all wrong. It wasn’t soft or playful. It was polished and practiced. He reminded you too much of Patrick Bateman.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you said, pasting a smile onto your face, inwardly wincing at how fake it was. You could not wait to go home and put on your sweatpants.

Shit. Holy shit.

He was taking you on a helicopter tour. The same company that Catfish worked for. Your stomach was in knots, threatening an unwelcome return of the alfredo you had for lunch.

Maybe he’s not working today, maybe we’ll get a different pil–

Of course you had no such luck. The guide ushered you both over towards the launching pad, where Frankie stood, wearing a tan flight suit. His hair was tousled, likely from being up in the air for most of the day and he had a pair of aviators on. He looked delectable.

His eyebrows shot up in recognition. He cocked his head to the side, glancing at your date, then back at you, a grimace set on his face.

Frankie schooled his expression and walked up and gave you a side hug, his hand squeezing your shoulder gently.

“Good to see you,” he said, giving you a small grin.

“You two know each other?” Liam asked, his eyes shifting between the two of you.

“Oh, yes, Liam– this is Frankie. He’s one of my friends.”

Friends.

“Nice to meet you, Liam,” Frankie said, shaking his hand politely.

Liam gave Frankie one of his wide, practiced grins. “Likewise.”

You could have sworn you saw Liam wince a little during the handshake, but you chalked it up to pre-flight jitters. Liam slung an arm around your shoulder possessively and chuckled.

“Excited to show this pretty lady some pretty sights.” His fingers curled into your shoulder, a little too hard, and he jostled you a little, trying to come off as a cute gesture. It had you feeling like a rag doll.

The smile you gave him must have been pretty forced, because Frankie coughed, interrupting the moment.

“All right, folks. Ready to get going?”

You nodded, feeling a fluttering in your belly. Despite not wanting to be stuck in a helicopter with Liam, you were excited to finally see Frankie in action.

Frankie handed you both a pair of headsets and instructed you to buckle up. Before climbing in himself, he checked Liam’s belt, tightening it a little and then came over to your side, adjusting your belt as well. You risked a peek at him out of the corner of your eye, noticing the way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed.

“All set,” he murmured, giving you a soft smile.

Before you knew it, Frankie was in the pilot’s seat and the helicopter roared to life. The blades were whirring above your heads, making your hair whip around your face. You tucked the sides of your dress under your legs, silently cursing Liam for not warning you of this afternoon’s non-dress appropriate activity.

The swoop you felt in your stomach was unlike anything you had felt before, more intense than a commercial flight. You tried not to fidget, knowing you were in good hands with Frankie piloting, but fuck, were you already high up, and only climbing higher by the second.

You briefly wondered how high up you were now, how high up Frankie had ever flown. You planned on asking him once you were all safely back on the ground.

A large gust of wind made its way into the helicopter, forcing a shiver down your spine, goosebumps rising on your woefully unprotected arms.

“You cold, sweetie?” Liam asked. “I would give you my jacket but I need it to stay warm. You should have planned better, gorgeous.”

You instantly clenched your teeth, wishing murder was legal at this very moment.

“Well, Liam, I would have brought a jacket if you had told me we were coming here,” you said, voice dripping with a sarcastic, syrupy sweet tone.

“I have a jacket in the compartment in front of you,” Frankie said, glancing over quickly. “Go ahead and put it on.”

You obliged, opening the compartment and bundling up in the oversized jacket, instantly feeling better once the corduroy material covered your arms. You wrapped it around your torso and took a deep breath, hiding your grin in the sherpa collar. It smelled like him.

“Thank you, ‘Fish,” you said softly. He didn’t respond, but you saw his dimple appear out of the corner of your eye.

“All good back there?” You heard Frankie’s voice in your ears. You looked over to him, only catching a glimpse of his hands and the side of his face, partially obscured by his headset and his baseball cap.

“Doing fan-tas-tic, Frank,” Liam whooped. You couldn’t help but wince at how loud his voice was, and how he intentionally pronounced Frankie’s name incorrectly.

“Great,” Frankie sounded unamused.

You huffed, annoyed at your date’s bad manners and looked out the window. Terrible date aside, you had to admit the bay from above was absolutely gorgeous. You looked down at the ocean, so expansive and eternally blue. Your eyes skimmed over to where water met land, at the soft sand on the beach, turning into a thick forest.

“Frankie, it’s beautiful,” you gasped.

You looked over at him briefly, seeing a hint of a smile on his face.

Liam was momentarily forgotten, until his hand snaked its way onto your thigh, giving it a little squeeze. Instinctually, you moved your leg at the unwanted contact. Liam looked over at you, an ugly scowl marring his face.

“Careful with the turns in this thing,” he said, addressing Frankie. “Our girl here ate about 15 pounds of pasta before this.”

You felt a hot wave of embarrassment wash over you, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. They streaked down into your hairline from the force of the wind around you. You had already realized Liam was a bit of a douche, but you hadn’t thought him to be cruel.

“The only thing we have to worry about bringing this thing down is that big head of yours,” Frankie quipped back.

Biting back a laugh, you looked out the window so Liam wouldn’t see your reaction.

You could tell Liam wanted to argue back, but he stayed quiet, since the man he wanted to lash out at was responsible for keeping you all alive at the moment.

The rest of the ride was pretty quiet, other than the persistent chopping of the helicopter blades. The views were beautiful, but you found your eyes wandering back over to Frankie every few minutes. The tanned skin of his hands as he deftly worked at the throttle. Every time he pulled on a control you saw the veins in his forearms strain with the movement. You wondered what else those hands could do.

Before you knew it, the bird touched down and you unbuckled your seatbelt, removing the tight headset from your ears. You had a slight headache and you could tell getting down was going to be a struggle.

Frankie seemed to have no issue, jumping out of his seat with grace and walking over to your side to help you down. Your legs were shaking, so you stumbled as your feet hit the ground, grabbing onto his broad shoulders for dear life.

“I– oof, sorry,” you laughed nervously, rubbing your nose. You had bumped into his chest nearly smashing your face into his sternum. Frankie bit his lip and chuckled in response, squeezing your waist. You felt dizzy with his arms caging you in like this. It gave you an overwhelming desire to wrap yourself around him, to feel him pressed against you.

“It’s okay, I got you.” His voice rumbled in your ear, absolutely sending your senses on a tailspin. His strong, quiet voice was doing something magical to your already weak knees.

You stepped away before you fell over, remembering your date after a moment. He was about ten feet away, arms crossed, his face pinched in an angry expression.

“I don’t think this is working out,” he said as you walked over to him.

“I couldn’t agree more,” you said, giving him a sickly sweet grin. “I’ll find another ride home.”

Liam scoffed and made his way back into the tour center to grab his belongings. You instantly felt a weight lift off your shoulders. Thank God he left.

“So, why did you go out with that asshole, anyways?” Frankie asked, a bewildered expression on his face.

You sighed, feeling embarrassed.

“I honestly don’t know. He wouldn’t leave me alone so I decided to give him a shot.”

“I can’t say I blame him for being persistent, but seriously, fuck that guy.”

You huffed a laugh.

“Seriously, when he made that comment about what you ate for lunch I wanted to throw him right out of the helicopter.”

You bit your lip and sniffed, feeling the embarrassment wash over you at the memory.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that,” your voice was small and you rubbed at your arms nervously.

Frankie had a hard, angry look on his face. It made you feel a little giddy, that he was so angry on your behalf.

“He should have never talked to you that way. He’s lucky you agreed to go out with his sorry ass.”

“You’re right. And God, I can’t believe he took me here, of all places,” you laughed. This really was surreal.

“Feels kind of like fate, huh?” He said, giving you a boyish grin.

“How so?”

“Well,” he stepped towards you, arms sliding up the material of his jacket. “I’ve always wanted to see you in this jacket.” His gaze made its way down your figure. His eyes were dark as he swallowed heavily.

“And I’ve always wanted to go on a date with you, though not while you’re on one with another man.” The smile he gave you was shy, searching, as if he wasn’t sure how you’d react.

“Well, I won’t be making that mistake again,” you replied, stepping closer.

Your tongue came out to wet your lips and Frankie watched with rapture.

“I’d like to kiss you now, if that’s okay.” His mouth was an inch from yours, and his large, calloused hands cradled your face gently.

“Please, Frankie,” you sighed.

His lips were soft, despite the bruising urgency in his actions. Your hands immediately tangled into his hair, knocking the cap off his head. You melted against him and licked his bottom lip, asking for permission. He immediately complied, licking into your mouth. Your tongues found a delicious rhythm, tangling together. You moaned into his mouth, spurring him on further. His hips pressed into yours. You could feel how hard he was, even through his flight suit.

“Fuck, baby” he rasped, pulling away. His chest was heaving, breath ragged from your kiss. “The things I want to do to you.”

You slanted your hips back into his, pressing into his erection. “Then do them.”

Frankie bit his lip and groaned, pressing his forehead to yours.

“You’re absolutely perfect for me, you know that?”

You grinned, leaning forward to capture his lips again.

“I want to do this right, though,” he said. “I’m going to take you out on a better date. Show you how first dates should go. And then I’m going to take you home and show you how much I’ve wanted you for months.”

You felt as if your heart had stopped momentarily.

“That sounds perfect to me,” you said, kissing him again.

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say-narry · 3 years

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Ride it

Characters: Harry!husband x Reader

Word count: ~1.8K

Warnings: insinuations, oral sex, explicit sex

Author's note: I don't know much about basketball, but here it is. Again, English is not my first language.

Versão em PT-BR

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I felt that sometimes Harry didn't learn how competitive I was, even after years of marriage. We had a bet on which of our favorite basketball teams would win tonight and well, I won.

We were at an NBA championship game, me rooting for my big Lakers and Harry for the Celtics.

Between dunks and shots, Lakers won 81-71. It was a good game for both teams and even better for me.

I avoided my little victory dance so as not to hurt Harry, he hated to lose and I knew how hurt he was like a kid without dessert, so since he had lost, I just clapped my hands and smiled.

After leaving the crowd that came to take a picture with Harry, even the Lakers fans, we had made it into the car. I just glared suggestively at Harry and he just ignored me or stuck out his tongue like a tantruming child.

What can I do? He invented this and also the payment of the bet, my team just did their job.

We put on our seat belts and Harry started the car.

Harry hummed softly and I bit the ligaments in my fingers with my elbow against the car door, while H drove through the streets of Los Angeles.

The music had changed from quiet to more upbeat, I loved it, and like cartoons, a light bulb went on above my head.

I still hadn't thought for sure what my prize would be, but Harry, if I had won we would have to do heavier banter in public, since I was very reserved being a kindergarten teacher, but I think I might go further tonight.

"Let it be, let it be, let it be known..." I began "Touching and teasing me, telling me no, but this time I need to feel you..." I held Harry's hand that rested on the backrest between us. He pulled it lightly and kissed it, without taking his lips off the road, I couldn't wait to have fun tonight.

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We arrived a few minutes later, I went to the bathroom in our suite while Harry activated our house alarm.

I literally ran through the shower, grabbed the lilac silk camisole that barely covered my buttocks. I had bought it the day after we had placed the bet, but I hadn't told Harry, I wanted him to have fun too if I won.

Grabbing my perfume from the huge shelf in our bathroom, I sprayed it on my neck, between my breasts and wrists. I untied my hair and that was it.

A beautiful hot girl.

I lay down in the middle of our bed and crossed my legs waiting for Harry to arrive, I grabbed my cell phone that I had left on the bedside table and looked for a song in the playlist setting it on the TV installed on the wall of the room.

"Babe, how about we plant..." Harry opened the door and faced me "...Daisies outside, but what's that? I lost the bet..." His mischievous grin appeared in moments.

"We can both win the bet, Mr. Styles." I blinked returning the smile.

Harry was wearing a white button down shirt with sleeves, there was a Celtics logo printed on it with dark maroon pants matching the top and black all stars.

His hand hooked on the first button of his blouse, but I stopped him.

"No sir... I want to see you take off your clothes, but slowly and with background music." I lifted my body and spread my legs a little, giving Harry the view to see that I was wearing the panties he loved most on my body.

Grabbing the TV remote, I put the music on. Harry had his hands resting on his waist, his cheeks had blushed repeatedly and his head was shaking negatively.

"Come on, baby... This will be my prize," I whimpered a little.

"A strip tease, honey? You swear?" He laughed nervously, he really didn't expect it.

"I've already done it for you and you know how much I like this song. I stood up and went bouncing over to Harry, his hands sliding from my waist to my buttocks, where I could feel his fingers pressing hard into my flesh to the point where I could feel the frosting of his rings.

Kissing the jaw that I idolized so much, I moved slowly down to Harry's neck, and he closed his eyes with a sigh and nodded.

I kissed him and turned my back to the edge of the bed, biting my lips to hold back my victory shout.

I went back to the music from the beginning after groping around the bed for my cell phone, Harry had dimmed the light even more, letting only the brightness of the full moon shining through the glass illuminate his body.

Harry's fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt, slowly revealing the tattoo of birds and the butterfly on top of his belly.

He looked down at me, his eyes staring into mine as I felt my breathing become heavy. I didn't deny how much power Harry had over me, nothing to do with S&M, but he exuded sympathy and sensuality, and it held me in a surprising way.

As soon as he finished unbuttoning his shirt, it fell from his shoulders to the floor, I don't know if he had done it on purpose as I rambled on, but the V-shaped line giving the path to my happiness was showing in conjunction with the branch tattoos.

I could feel my panties getting wet. Harry blinked slowly at me, which made me bite my lips as a reflex.

Holding the button of his pants like it was the heaviest thing in the world, Harry brought out his tattooed biceps, I wanted him to hold me tight with those arms and I had Harry's physical trainer to thank for that, he really went all out with his training routines.

The button on his pants was like a signal to come back from my thoughts "Stop dreaming and focus on me, (Y/N), I'm here and I'm your man!"

Okay, I am no longer feeling my legs, only the river that had formed between them.

Walking slowly over to me, Harry held my face tilting it so that I could look at him. I struggled to find words due to the closeness and warmth being emanated from the palm of his hands. "I'm just admiring you, Hazz..."

Leaning his face up to my ear, Harry let out "I make you hot, baby girl?" I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I noticed his erection strongly marking his pants, making my mouth water, I just moaned softly in agreement.

With that, he planted a kiss just below my ear before continuing down my neck and along my collarbone. His teeth brushed against my skin a few times, but the feel of his tongue soothing each spot made me cry out for him between softer moans.

Over the top of the sweater, he reached for my breasts, Harry kneading them, until his fingers laced through the shoulder straps and down my arms.

Putting one knee between my legs, Harry slipped his arm around my waist and pushed my body to the middle of the bed.

Lying on top of me and with my breasts already showing, he deftly caressed one while his mouth worked on another nipple, gently flicking and swirling his tongue around it.

I arched my back involuntarily and my fingers tugged at his hair with the sensation. "Harry." I sighed his name between the faint moans escaping my lips.

"You are as sweet as your scent, my woman," he murmurs against my skin. "I need to taste you for the rest of my life, know this."

"Hmm" I murmur as he moves to stand between my legs, gently pulling my panties down in one swift motion. He settles into place, kissing the inside of my thigh, stopping before where I needed it most, doing the same with my other thigh. "Stop teasing," I beg.

Harry chuckled lightly. "Patience, dear."

But as soon as the words are out of his mouth, he runs his finger through my folds, stopping at my clit, applying enough pressure to make my head fall back against the pillow.

He quickly replaces his finger with his mouth, kissing my clit before sliding his tongue down my slit, teasing my already wet entrance.

Harry places his mouth back on my clit, swirling his tongue around and flicking it. He hums against me, enjoying the noises he is causing in me, and my back arches out of the bed.

"Don't stop," I exhale with my eyes closed.

I feel him shove two fingers inside me, and from that moment on, I that I wouldn't last much longer. As he pumped his fingers firmly, I could feel that euphoria approaching fast.

"I'm going to cum," I grunted. "Fuck!"

"Mhm," he hums against me, "But already, my love?"

My eyes close harder as the orgasm coursed through my body.

My thighs trembled as Harry continues to work. He slowed the movement of his fingers and used his other hand to rub his side gently.

When I opened my eyes again, his face was in front of me. "Hi," he whispers and leans in for a brief kiss.

Time to reciprocate, I thought already stretching my hand towards his member, he interrupts me by grabbing my wrist and I face him "Today is about the winner...," he says. "And now, I need to be inside you." "I like that, love..." I confessed. With a teasing laugh, Harry kneels between my legs and removes his pants with his underwear, leaving his cock pointed up and with its lubricated little head in my field of vision.

Without time to think much, my admiration turns into a groan as I feel him begin to thrust into me.

"Great game, lovie!" he teases and I let out a gasping laugh. He gives me a second to relax and adjust, nudging his side and taking my hand, intertwining my fingers with his.

"Still with me?"

I exhale and smile at him. "Yes, keep going."

It takes a few strokes before he is fully in me, Harry sets a steady pace, and I revel in the pleasure.

"Shit," he utters. "Do you feel as good as I do, baby?"

I can't say much except moan as I feel him stretching me taut. Harry places his thumb on my clit and begins rubbing in tight circles. My eyes almost roll back, and I can feel the next orgasm growing inside me.

"I'm close," he groans hoarsely. "I want you to cum with me, baby."

I whimper as I hear his tone and nod my head. His movements become faster and his breathing becomes more irregular.

"Oh, God," I say choking, as my body begins to tremble with his second orgasm. "So good, Harry..."

The supreme sensation makes me involuntarily squeeze his member inside me. Harry stands still and settles down, and with a groan, I feel him release himself inside me.

He rests his forehead against my shoulder as we both try to catch our breath. I rub his back slowly, feeling my fingernails leave some marks.

When he lifts his head, Harry had a few drops of sweat all over his face, but without taking my beloved smile away... "I never thought I would say this, but I hope the Lakers win more often from now on."

I give a muffled laugh stealing a kiss.

Lakers... win again, please.

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sanguineness-wings · 4 years

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Why are you running?

(read on ao3)

Pairing: Hawks x gn!Reader

Rating: SFW

Warnings: bird traits/instincts

hawks/raptors have this instinct to chase and attack if you turn your back on them, so what if you accidentally trigger it 👀

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The sun was dipping low on the horizon, sending amber rays of light between the tightly packed skyscrapers. You shield your eyes from the light as you step out of the convenience store, your groceries in hand. After you take a moment for your eyes to adjust, you note a small crowd gathering just up the sidewalk from you. And from the center of it sprouts a large pair of crimson wings.

It’s a dead giveaway, those wings were plastered everywhere across the city, on billboards, on buses. There’s no escaping Hawks’ image.

As you watch on, the man himself suddenly hovers above his adoring fans, stretching out his impressive wing span leisurely. Leaving you with a perfect view of his wind tossed hair kissed with dying sunlight and a lopsided smile on his lips.

It makes your heart clench as you look on with awe. He’s so effortlessly beautiful it hurts to look at him. It’s also incredibly intimidating. How can those fans just talk to him like it’s nothing. You couldn’t even imagine.

Your staring must have caught his attention as suddenly his gaze turns and locks onto yours. You feel your stomach lurch, frozen with embarrassment. Hawks has the audacity to offer you a softer smile, making your cheeks heat up instantly.

Your brain screams at you to leave now. Your shyness urging you flee the unexpected attention. So you sharply turn your back to the crowd, and the gorgeous Pro Hero, and hurriedly make your escape.

Without consciously knowing why, you take a final glance over your shoulder. Even with Hawks’ signature visor over is eyes, you can see his pupils dilate, nearly completely blown black before constricting to tiny pin pricks in a split second. His smile has fallen from his face, leaving behind a cold blankness. A shiver runs through you and a cold sweat breaks out under your collar.

Your brain unhelpfully supplies, “Haha, I’m in danger!” Adrenaline courses through your veins and you run. A full sprint down the sidewalk in panic. It’s a ridiculous response in hindsight, but you’ve never seen such an inhuman look on Hawks’ face.

You barely make it a few feet before you feel a gust of wind behind you and suddenly your vision is nothing but red. Massive wings envelope you entirely as powerful arms lock around your waist, almost bruising in their strength. You’re dragged to your knees as the body behind you curls over your spine. You feel the prickle of stubble against your neck and jaw, hot puffs of breath against your skin. You’re utterly trapped.

All logical thoughts are thrown out the window with your heart thundering against your ribs. You don’t dare move a muscle.

An indiscernible amount of time passes before you hear a huffed laugh next to your ear, making you shudder.

“Well, isn’t this embarrassing, damn. I’m really sorry about all this. Are you alright?” Hawks says in a tight voice as he slowly releases you from his grip.

You’re shaking as you awkwardly stumble to your feet, Hawks aiding with a gentle, gloved hand on your elbow. When you finally get the courage to glance at his face, your heart does a somersault in your chest. A light blush dusts the bridge of his nose and the apples of his cheeks. He has a hand behind his head sheepishly, using the other to steady you on your jelly-like legs.

“I haven’t done something like that since I was a teenager in training,” he admits, bashfulness coloring his voice.

“…and what was that exactly?” You finally find your voice, wincing inwardly at how shaken it sounds.

“Oh you know, like…bird stuff? Well, hawk stuff? Like predator instinct?” Hawks shifts from foot to foot, looking anywhere but you.

“Like...you thought I was prey?”

“No! No, it’s not like that. Well, I mean kind of. But not really? It’s hard to explain. You turned your back and I just…couldn’t help myself. I’m really sorry. Did I hurt you at all?” Seeing this level of uncomfortableness on Hawks was so jarring from how he normally carries himself in the public eye. It was like all of his confidence was parred away.

“I’m okay, really. Just gave me a fright, that’s all.” You’re really trying your best to sound casual, adding a weak laugh to hopefully defuse the tension.

He humors you, offering a half-hearted smile as he stoops down to gather up your groceries that you didn’t notice had spilled across the sidewalk.

"Well, if you’re sure you’re okay, I should be off. A hero’s job never stops.”

And with that he’s gone, taking off into the sky. You stand there dumbly on the sidewalk in shock for a few beats.

You then hear murmuring, whispering, and the click of photos being captured. Horrified, you realize Hawks’ fans were watching everything and recorded every second of it. You curse under your breath as you start rushing home, ignoring the growing crowd behind you. If Hawks wasn’t going to eat you alive, the internet certainly was.

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Get it together, Hawks. What the hell was that?

The winged hero cursed at himself with gritted teeth and a furrowed brow as he shot across the sky. He shouldn’t have done that. He was trained not to do that. The Commission pushed him hard to ignore the animalistic pull to hunt and another traits they deemed unsightly or dangerous. And he had gotten good at suppressing those instincts. He passed all of their tests and drills after years of intense training. He never had a slip up since starting his Pro career.

His mind was racing as he tried to pin point what made him react like that. Did he let his guard down? Got too comfortable in the moment?

He thought of the way you trembled in his arms, immobilized with fear. The thundering of your panicked heart and the quiver of your voice. A shiver crept down his spine, making his hair and feathers stand on end. He liked it. The thrill of it all lighting up parts of his brain long neglected.

A frustrated growl escaped his lips, lost to the roar of the wind around him. He really shouldn’t be entertaining those thoughts, even for a moment. He felt gross.

He dug his phone from his pocket, sending a text to his PR manager. The least he could do was give them a heads up. Though pictures and videos of the whole incident were probably already circulating. His PR team had their work cut out for them, it was a seriously bad look for the hero.

Almost immediately after he sent the text his phone buzzed angrily with replies from his team and an incoming call from the Commission. His heart sank to the pit of his stomach. It was going to be a long night.

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The days following were a nightmarish blur of embarrassment and anxiety. Your brief brush with Hawks was plastered across every social media platform. You couldn’t escape all of the memes and GIFs. You wanted nothing more than to blink from existence.

Most people thought the whole thing was funny, even wishing it was them tackled to the sidewalk by Hawks. Your coworkers teased you mercilessly, constantly asking if you at least got his number afterwards.

There weren’t many, but a few comments filled you with anger. They were using this to fuel for their hatred towards those with heteromorphic quirks. They claimed that this proved they were dangerous, nothing more than animals. Which, of course, was ridiculous.

But you did your best to keep your head down and ignore the notifications on your phone. You kept reassuring yourself that this would all blow over soon. And sure enough by the end of the week the internet was distracted by “leaked” selfies of Hawks in grey sweatpants, posing in front of a bathroom mirror.

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Hawks had just started an early morning patrol as he glided and weaved through the streets. He’d been taking on extra hours lately, finding it easier to distract himself on the job rather than staring at his bedroom ceiling. Who needed sleep anyway. If he stopped, all he could think about was you. The fear on your face. Your frantic pulse against his skin. Guilt gnawed away at him. He didn’t want to scare you, what type of hero would he be if he did.

Instead of dwelling on the thoughts eating at him, he focused on the streets below him. It was relatively quiet, only a scattering of people going about their lives. He swooped lower, maneuvering between lamp posts just for his own entertainment. He pulled up short abruptly, nearly smacking into one of them.

His heart lurched in his chest, recognizing you immediately as you made your way down the street. He had a little mental battle with himself. Half of him wanted to talk to you, just reassure himself that you were truly okay after all this madness. The other have was telling him to leave you alone, that he’d only made it worse.

After hovering awkwardly for a few moments he made his decision. He made a show of circling ahead of you before landing, trying not to startle you.

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Having Hawks appear in front of you was the very last thing you expected on your walk to work. You had convinced yourself that you’d never see him again and that, even if your paths crossed, he wouldn’t want to be seen with you.

Yet here he was, with a charming smile on his face and feathers gleaming in the sun.

You approach him cautiously, pulling out your earbuds. “Um, hi?” you start apprehensively, not sure what the hero could possibly want from you.

As you catch up to him he starts walking beside you, joining you on your commute. His wing stretches out behind you and curls around your side. Smart, you think. Even if the two of you catch someone’s eye, you were largely blocked from view.

It’s comfortably warm beneath his wing, with your shoulders brushing against each other as you walk. Your heart speeds up a little, being this close to him is a little overwhelming. Especially with the memory of him being pressed over you still fresh in your mind.

“So, I wanted to start over, if that’s alright with you. I don’t think I gave you the best first impression,” Hawks explains, his eyes fixed ahead.

“Definitely a memorable one,” you quip lightheartedly. You were more mortified by all of the unwanted attention. You knew deep down you were never in any real danger.

Hawks snorts, making you glance at him. You watch him roll his eyes. “Not my best moment. I’m really sorry I scared you so badly. I swear I’m not going to hurt you, or anyone.”

It makes you pause as you stare at the side of his face. “I know you wouldn’t. And you didn’t even leave a mark. We can just say it was a...weird, unexpected hug. Leave it at that.”

Hawks’ gaze catches yours for a brief moment before looking away quickly, a serious look sliding onto his features. “You know that’s not what it was.”

“I know but...I’m not going to judge you for your bird stuff, or whatever it is. You’re still human. Even with the wings. We all have weird, awkward tendencies. I’m a mess of them too, and I don’t even have a Quirk. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.

“So don’t beat yourself up too much,” you say, gaining a bit of confidence the more you speak. “You’re not a monster.”

Silence stretches between the two of you, both lost in thought. You surprise yourself when you are the first to break it.

“Besides, I thought we were starting over. I’m y/n,” you begin, nudging his shoulder with your own as you offer him a warm smile.

“I’m Hawks, but you already knew that. Say, why don’t I treat you to some coffee. There’s this great little cafe not far from here. They have these pastries that are to die for. Trust me, you’ll love it!” The hero chatters away, with you still safely tucked away under his wing.

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the-iceni-bitch · 4 years

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A Surprise to be Sure

Pairing: Geralt/Fem!Reader

Words: 5761

Summary: You meet Geralt and Jaskier on the road and have a lovely little adventure in the kingdom of Temeria.

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, explicit descriptions of violence, TW mentions of rape, SMUT, 18+

A/N: It’s here y’all, my b-day Geralt fic! I’m really happy with how this turned out and could honestly have published it without the smut, that’s how much I love this fic. It is definitely going to be part of a series so I hope you all enjoy! (PS I love writing Jaskier way too much and could honestly just do a full series of him having random misadventures all over the continent!) I’m tagging @navybrat817 because I know she loves some Henry Cavill

Jaskier had been belting the Fishmonger’s Daughter for the past 30 minutes, and Geralt was ready to murder him.

“Must you insist on shouting our position to every living creature in a 5 mile radius?” He hissed at the bard.

“List, my grumpy, hoar-headed friend. I need to be sure my voice is in top form if I’m performing at a royal ball. Now, you’ll feel better if you sing with me, Oooh Fishmonger, Oh Fishmonger, Come Quell your Daughter’s Hunger!”

“I’m going to feed you that damn lute before we reach the castle if you don’t shut up. I can’t listen to this for three days.” The Witcher growled under his breath. He couldn’t figure out why he had agreed to accompany the irritating man on his journey, but the man always managed to convince him to go along with his stupid plans.

“Now, Geralt. You know you secretly love my singing. After all, how many jobs has that little song of mine rustled up for you, eh? Stop being so grouchy.”

He gave him a grunt. “Fine, can you at least sing something else?”

“Ah, but of course, my large, angry friend. Eh hem, You think you’re safe, without a care…”

“Gods, not that one.”

“Well, there’s no pleasing you is there. Ahh, what’s that noise?”

A feminine shriek split the air, causing a flock of birds to take flight only a few feet from the pair of riders. Roach of course didn’t mind, but Jaskier’s mount almost threw him, causing Geralt to smile.

“Gods, see, this is why I hate travelling on these creatures. Give me a nice coach ride any time. Come Geralt, let us see what fair maiden is in need of our assistance.”

“Our assistance?”

“Well, your assistance. C’mon Geralt, a damsel in distress, this is the perfect material for a new song.”

Geralt followed the idiot as he rode towards the sounds of distress, determined to keep him from getting himself killed. He didn’t really like getting involved in petty issues of the realms but knew that Jaskier lived for these tiny adventures.

They came upon you, surrounded by five men in soiled armor. Your cart had a broken wheel and was sinking into the snow and mud. One of the men had you pinned in the back of the cart by your neck as he buried his other hand in your skirts. The other men jeered at you as they kept their watch.

“Look Geralt, a fair maid waiting to be rescued, what could make for a better song? Ho there fellows, stop your raping or you’ll have to deal with my cantankerous companion here.”

“Move along, bard this doesn’t concern you.” One of the soldiers growled at Jaskier before spitting to the side. “Or, wait your turn and we’ll let you and your pal have her when we’re done.”

“Ah, Geralt, I’ll let you take care of them. Make sure to draw it out, a long fight always makes for a better song.”

“Oh, fuck this.” You hissed, pulling out the stiletto you had hidden in your skirts and gutting the man who was restraining you.

Jaskier turned his head and vomited as the man’s intestines seeped out of him and he crumbled to the forest floor. You flung your cloak off your shoulders as you drew the obscenely large longsword you had concealed beneath its folds and chopped off the hand of the next soldier who came charging at you before plunging it into his chest.

“I don’t know, bard. Seems like the maid has things under control.” Geralt grinned at his companion once he had finished emptying his stomach.

You wrenched the blade free as the two unhorsed soldiers rushed you. One of them tossed his own dagger at you and you used your sword to whip it back at him, catching him in the throat. You brought up your dagger and crossed the blades you were holding to catch the sword of your fourth opponent. You managed to loop the dagger under his hilt and wrenched the sword from his grasp as you let the momentum from his attack carry you the two of you backwards, flipping him over your head until you were straddling his chest. You gave him a small smirk as your drove your dagger through his eye.

“Shouldn’t we be doing something?” Jaskier asked as he watched the bloody show with abject horror painted on his face.

“What would you suggest bard? The woman seems to be able to handle herself, and I can’t say these soldiers seem particularly deserving of assistance.”

The final soldier had dismounted and was now striding towards you, twirling his sword around like an idiot peacock. You scowled at him before pulling a massive crossbow from beneath the packages in your cart and shooting him in the shoulder.

He went down with a soft grunt and you strutted over to him, crossbow slung over your shoulder and dagger twirling through your fingers. You tutted at him like you were chiding a naughty schoolboy.

“Oh, Abbett, what did you do with the money? I certainly hope you have it on you. I don’t feel like trekking through this frozen forest digging for it.”

“You cunt.” The man spat at you. “We fought those bloody Nilfgaardians to keep these farmers safe and warm. The least they can do to thank us is give up a few bloody coins and their daughters.”

You shot him again in the leg and he let out a scream.

“One more time, Abbett, the money? I can’t give those poor girls their maidenhoods again but maybe their families can offer a dowry to make them good matches.”

“Argh, bitch! It’s in the saddlebags.”

“Excellent! See, not so fucking difficult, and you saved me the nasty task of gelding you!” You took a few steps forward and shot him through the eye as you went to examine the horse and find the stolen coins.

“Ahem, hello, madam! I am Jaskier the Bard and this is my companion, Geralt of Rivia! Would you join us on our journey to the capital of Temeria? You seem like a lass with stories to tell and I’m just the fellow to put them to song.”

“Jaskier, shut the fuck up.” Geralt hissed at him.

You whipped around to the two of them and pointed your crossbow at the Witcher. “Fuck, I almost forgot about you two. Well, you’ve given me a bit of a conundrum boys. I was counting on there not being any witnesses here. These vagabonds are still wearing the king’s colors after all, and we’re close enough to the capital that that could prove to be a problem for me.” You had started to unfasten the bodice of the gown you were wearing, desperate to get out of the confining layers of cloth that had comprised your disguise. You revealed an outfit of bleached leather and furs that clung to your body.

“Oops.” Jaskier murmured, giving Geralt a sheepish grin as he raised his hands in supplication. “Geralt, friend, maybe you can talk to our new companion.”

“Right, listen, we don’t care that you just slaughtered five of the king’s soldiers, though I’m sure upon closer inspection they’ll be shown to be deserters. And as we have no desire to bring any trouble down on you, we’ll just be on our way.”

“Wait,” You called after them, tossing the rags of your gown onto the abandoned cart as you saddled your horse. “If you’re heading towards the capital, I’ll join you. I have some deliveries to make before I get out of this god-forsaken country, and that way I can keep an eye on you.” You gave them a grin as you rode up the hill to join them. “I can think of worse company than a bard and a Witcher.”

Jaskier shot a grin back at you as you joined them. “Ah, finally someone who will appreciate my talents. Tell me… um..”

“Y/N”

“Y/N, lovely, do you have any requests?”

Geralt groaned internally at the thought of being stuck with two singing idiots for the journey but was cut short by the sound of multiple bows being drawn.

“Fuck.”

“That’s far enough you three.” A captain in shining armor commanded as you came into view of a mounted regiment of king’s soldiers, accompanied by about 100 footmen who all had arrows trained on you. “What do you know about several groups of dead king’s men that have been found in these woods.”

Geralt shot you a look of reproach over his shoulder as you pointedly avoided making eye contact, examining your fingernails like they were the most interesting thing on the continent.

“There’s another group of dead soldiers in the clearing back there, captain. Looks like we’ve found our culprits.”

“Oh, just wait a minute. My grouchy friend and I were just passing through when we came upon this lovely woman being set upon by these supposed kingsmen. Granted, we considered dispatching them ourselves but our fair companion had things well in hand. Seems like she was doing your jobs for you.”

You and Geralt shared a groan. “Shut up, Jaskier.”

The captain gave a snort of derision. “You want us to believe this pretty thing has been besting the king’s chosen troops on her own for months? Take their weapons and restrain the Witcher and the woman. The bard can sing us some songs to pass the time as we travel. We’ll save this for the king to sort out.”

You gave a heavy sigh and started handing over your blades. Jaskier’s eyes started to bulge as you continued pulling smaller and smaller knives out of an increasingly absurd number of hiding places, until there was an impressive pile in front of the soldier who had been tasked with collecting your weapons.

Geralt was less forthcoming in turning over his weapons and didn’t really start until a spear prodded him in the back. He was gazing at Renfri’s blade when the captain lost his patience, and the butt of the spear whipped across the back of his head, knocking him cold.

“Put his blades with the rest of it.”

Geralt woke up with his face buried in your hair and let out a groan at the throbbing in his skull.

“What the fuck?” He lifted his head, squinting against the sun reflecting off the new fallen snow.

“Good morning, Witcher. Apparently this type of restraint has been proven to limit the ability of the restrained to extricate themselves from their bindings. You missed a fascinating lecture on it as they were tying us up.”

The two of you were bound face to face on the saddle of your massive black courser. Your arms and legs tangled around each other and wrapped in an intricate series of knots. He started trying to wrench himself free, but only succeeded in bringing you even closer to him as he let out a grunt of frustration.

“Look at the two of you, so cozy.” Jaskier rode up with a grin on his face, strumming his lute. “Do not worry yourselves, my violent friends. I am currently working on a plan to extricate the two of you from this predicament. I have the ear of the captain.”

“Are you going to annoy him to death Jaskier? Maybe if you sing that damn abortion song enough times, he’ll release us just to be rid of you.”

“You wound me, Geralt. The name of that tune is “You Think You’re Safe” and you’ll be happy to know that the captain is enamored of my talents and has asked me to regale him and his officers at their meal tonight.”

“Ah, good for you Jaskier. Make sure to sing the ‘Fishmonger’s Daughter’ I hear that’s a favorite of the troops.” You smiled at him, throwing him a wink.

“Oh, I knew I liked you, Y/N! See Geralt, it isn’t so hard to appreciate what I bring to the table. Thank you for your advice, sweet lady, I will be sure to take heed!” He rode off, humming to himself as he tuned his lute.

“Why would you encourage him?” Geralt growled in your ear, still fighting against his bonds.

“Ah, Witcher, you need to relax. I’m sure Jaskier’s plan will work out just fine.”

“The bard is an imbecile, the day I trust myself to any plan of his is the day I resign myself to a slow and painful death.”

“Well, be that as it may, if you don’t stop struggling, we’re going to end up in a very uncomfortable situation.” You said, giving a gasp as another jerk of your bonds brought you indecently close.

“Fuck.” He let out in a hiss, resigning himself to waiting for a better opportunity as a lock of your hair blew into his face, smelling of pine and turned earth “I don’t suppose you have any sort of plan of escape, since it’s your fault we’re in this situation.”

“Geralt, I do apologize that you have ended up in my mess. I’m so sorry that the war with Nilfgaard has caused unprecedented levels of desertion, and that the cowards that have runoff have been terrorizing and robbing the smallfolk. And I’m sorry that the king failed to listen to the pleas of his people, who had to pool together the last of their coin to contract me to come in and relieve them of their problems. But yes, this mess is entirely of my own making, and nothing to do with the colossal mismanagement of the realm of Temeria.”

“Hmmph.” He grunted into your hair. “So how are you getting us out of this mess?”

You gave him a snort. “Don’t worry that pretty head of yours Witcher, something will work out.”

“Alright, dismount.” One of the lieutenants ordered, leering at the two of you. “Hope you two have enjoyed today’s ride. I hear they’re already constructing a gibbet for you in Vizima.”

“I see the royal council has decided to do away with even the minimal farce of a trial then.”

Two soldiers had started to undo the maze of knots binding you and the Witcher together and you gave a hiss as blood started to flow back into your legs.

“An attack on the king’s army is an attack on the king. No trials for traitors to the crown.”

“You do know that neither of us are citizens of this kingdom?” Geralt asked him. “You can’t betray a monarch you don’t serve.”

“Pssh, a minor inconsistency. The king can’t be seen as soft during wartime.”

“Oh, of course not.” You murmured as the soldiers dragged you off your mount and led you to the prisoners’ tent that had been erected next to the officers’. The same intricate raveling of ropes and knots started again as they bound your upper bodies to the poles in the center of the tent. You could hear the beginnings of revelry in the officers’ pavilion when they left you.

“Well, now what?” Geralt asked you, pulling against the bonds at his wrists.

“Just, have a little patience.” You chided him, leaning against your pole in as relaxed of a pose as you could achieve.

“You did hear that they plan on executing us once they get us back to the capital?”

“No, Geralt, I missed that.” You spat at him as you heard Jaskier start to sing and gave a small smile. “Excellent, let’s hope he leaves the good stuff until they’re well and drunk.”

“What are you talking about, Y/N?” He asked you, still trying to wrench himself free.

“For fucks’ sake, give it a rest. Apparently the royal knot tyers are the only members of this army who haven’t fallen lax in their duties.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Just give it a half hour and we’ll give you a chance to get out all the pent up aggression.”

“So you do have a plan? Any chance you want to let me in on it?”

“I think I’ll leave it for a surprise.”

The two of you sat there listening as the sounds of drunken celebration filled the camp. It only took 20 minutes for the revelry to reach a dull roar, and a smile crept over your face when you heard the first refrains of ‘The Fishmonger’s Daughter’.

“Ah, Jaskier, perfect timing.” You muttered.

The song started speeding up and spread through the regiment. You heard the soldiers start clapping along and seized your moment, bending your legs and driving your back into the post you were bound to at each clap, starting to shift it out of the ground with each drive of your shoulders.

Geralt finally seized on your idea and joined you in wrenching his post out of the ground. Within a few rounds of the song, they were loosened enough for you to drag them out of their anchors, causing the tent to collapse around you. You slipped your bonds over the ends of the posts and unraveled yourselves. Geralt gave you a look of appreciation as you hefted your post, flung the folds of the fallen tent off yourself and whipped the post around to take out the two guards that had been posted at the entrance.

“Well, let’s find our weapons, shall we?” You said, giving him a grin.

Apparently, your appraisal of the army had been accurate; you ran into minimal resistance as you made your way to the weapons tent and managed to knock out the only sentries you encountered before Geralt had a chance to react.

“Ah, my babies.” You said to yourself as you started resheathing the ridiculous number of knives you had accumulated for yourself, kissing each blade before you returned it to its rightful place.

“How can you possibly be comfortable wearing all of that steel?” Geralt asked you around a grin, watching you tuck a dirk between your breasts and wondering how you managed to not cut yourself.

“I’m a woman traveling the continent alone, Witcher. I’ve found that the element of surprise is my friend, and there’s nothing quite as surprising as an unexpected knife between the ribs.”

He actually laughed at that, strapping one sword to his back and one to his hip as you hefted your crossbow and loaded it with a bolt before heading back out into the snow.

You were met by the surprised faces of a drunken group of soldiers who were wending their way through the tents, arms around each other as the slurred the lyrics to their favorite song. You shot the first through the chest as you drew your longsword over your shoulder and you dropped your crossbow to the ground, slashing the second across the face before they finally regained their composure and sounded the alarm.

Geralt drew his blades and clashed with three of the remaining soldiers as you grappled with the other two. He managed to drive his long sword through one of their chests before the other two had a chance to converge on him and he struggled to drive them apart with his fists to allow himself room to maneuver. One of his opponents went down suddenly with a dagger through his throat and Geralt threw a look your way to see your first opponent down and missing an eye as you drove your knee into the chest of your second opponent, driving him into a post as you brought your sword around and ran it across his throat.

Geralt threw his assailant over his shoulder and rammed his blade through his chest as you let out a shrill whistle and hefted your crossbow as the sound of hoofbeats rose through the camp. Roach and your courser came charging around the bend suddenly and you latched onto your steed’s mane and swung yourself onto his back as Geralt vaulted onto Roach’s. You turned suddenly and led him back towards the officers’ pavilion as drunken soldiers did their best to pursue you.

“We almost forgot the fucking bard!” You grinned at him as you hopped off your horse and slashed through the back of the officers’ tent. You emerged seconds later with a terrified looking Jaskier, who you tossed over the back of your mount like a sack of potatoes before leaping up behind him and kicking your steed to a gallop.

“Either of you want to fill me in on what the fuck is happening?!” Jaskier shrieked as he bounced around.

The two of you ignored him as you rode on. You set a punishing pace through the whole night, not looking back until you crossed the river into the kingdom of Redania as the sun rose and you finally allowed your horses to slow their pace to a walk, dismounting to give them a rest.

“If my lute is damaged, I’ll never forgive you.” Jaskier whined as he inspected his instrument, hobbling along as he tried to adjust after the unceremonious thrashing he had taken during the ride.

“Jaskier, a little thanks should be in order. Y/N and I did save you from a rather nasty execution after all.” Geralt grinned at him as he walked beside you, Roach nuzzling him in the shoulder as he patted her snout.

“I told the two of you, I had the captain’s ear, I would have been able to talk us out of any trouble.”

You gave him a snort as your courser butted his head into yours, begging for his own pats. “Jaskier, you would have been strung up right beside us. Just think though, this little adventure has the makings of a great song, eh? I’ll buy you a nice hot meal and a bath at the inn we’re coming up on.”

“Well, I’d never say no to a bath. How close is this inn?”

“Just over the next hill.”

You arrived within an hour and made arrangements for the horses as Jaskier headed in to arrange rooms and meals for the three of you.

Geralt and you headed into the inn and you grabbed the two of you the largest mugs of beer you could arrange before joining Jaskier at a table and tearing into the trencher of bread.

“So, good news first.” The bard said. “I arranged for nice, hot baths for all three of us, in addition to our meals. The only thing is, they only had two rooms.”

Geralt let out a groan at that. “Fine, bard, I guess the two of us are sharing accommodations for the next few days then.”

“Aah, well. I figured, with you two having grown so close during our little journey, that you wouldn’t mind sharing the much, much larger room whilst I make due with the tiny, lonely room myself that I’ve already had them unload my things into.”

The two of you shot him equally reproachful looks over your mugs of beer as a barmaid arrived to let him know his bath was ready.

“Ah, splendid. Well, you two enjoy your breakfasts. I’m going to take a very long nap after my bath and I’ll see you this afternoon, or maybe even tomorrow.”

A whole roasted chicken arrived and the two of you tore into it without a word, polishing it off quickly as you hadn’t realized how famished you were.

“I’ll arrange for them to bring up the hot water for baths for us.” You told Geralt as you stood up and stretched, downing the last of your beer.

“I’m fine without.” The Witcher grumbled at you.

You gave him a derisive chuckle. “If we’re bedding together for the two days it’ll take for the horses to rest up, you’re bathing yourself at least once, I don’t need to smell everywhere you’ve been in the past month.”

He gave an uncomfortable shrug of his shoulders as he followed you upstairs. It had been a while since he’d spent the night with a woman he wasn’t paying, and there was something about you he found disarming. Endearing, but disarming nonetheless.

“Ah, at least there’s two tubs.” You said gleefully as you entered the room. A group of attendants arrived a moment later, carrying four large buckets of steaming water between them that they emptied into the copper tubs before taking their leave.

You started by pulling off your supple boots and Geralt turned his back as he began to unlace his jerkin. He heard you give a soft laugh behind him. “Are we really going to pretend like neither of us have seen a naked body before, Witcher?”

He whipped around at the amusement in your voice. You had removed your corset and sleeves and were down to nothing but a thin linen tunic on top. He tried not to stare at the shape of your breasts moving beneath the fabric as you worked at unlacing your breeches. You shot him a wicked look through your lashes as you moved your fingers back to unstrap the multiple sheathes that had been hidden beneath your bodice.

He did his best to ignore you as he ripped his jerkin off over his head. He made easy work of his tunic and breeches and sank into the tub while you were still working on undoing the intricate trappings of your hidden arsenal.

“I really don’t see how you can be comfortable in all of that Y/N.” He chided you as you removed the final straps and drew your tunic over your head before shimmying out of your breeches. He did his best to keep his eyes occupied elsewhere as you stepped into your own bath, hissing at the heat.

“Comfort is a matter of individual preference, dear. Oh, that’s wonderful.” You sank into the water with a sigh and dunked your head under before coming back up with a gasp.

“So, you going to tell me how you ended up with a warhorse, enough steel to equip a small band of thieves, and the strength to wield a tentpole like a damn quarterstaff, or is that something I’ll have to guess at?” He asked as he dumped a bucket over his head and ran the water through his hair before shaking it back out and splashing you, making you yelp.

“I think I’ll keep that my little secret for now, Geralt. Maybe if you buy me a few strongales over the next few days I’ll regale you with my tale of woe.” You let out a sigh as you felt your muscles relax. “Maybe I’ll get you to tell me your history as well. I hear the Redanians have a liquor that will light your chest on fire and make you forget the seasons.”

He gave a laugh and settled his head back against the tub. “You think you can outdrink me girl, you’re in for a nasty surprise… fuck.” He hadn’t heard you leave your tub and sat up startled when you crawled into his, sloshing water over the sides.

“Oh, Geralt, you’ll find that I’m full of surprises.” You said before pressing your mouth to his softly and giving a gentle sigh.

He got over his surprise quickly and wrapped his arms around you, pressing you to him fiercely as he growled against your lips.

You gave him a small laugh as you moved your lips down the line of his jaw to his neck, running your teeth along his collarbone before nipping at him softly as your hands moved down the plains of his chest, dipping below the water to take his cock in your grasp. He gave you a satisfying moan as you did so and you began sliding your hand up and down his length slowly as you raised a small bruise on his shoulder with your mouth.

He bucked his hips up into your hand as you increased your pace and you moved your other hand below the water to play with his balls. You leaned against his chest and gazed up at him with heavy lids as you watched him come apart under your ministrations.

He arched his back and gave a heavy moan as he came in your hand and you grinned against his chest as he softened, planting soft kisses along his throat as he came down and his breathing slowed.

He swallowed thickly and grinned at you before scooping his arms underneath you and lifting you out of the tub easily, making you shriek with glee before he dropped you unceremoniously on the large bed and pounced on top of you, nuzzling himself into the skin below your ear as his large hands skimmed down the sides of your torso before coming to rest on your hips and kneading them, raising bruises on your soft skin.

He brought one hand between the two of you and ran his fingers through the soft hair of your mound before rubbing them between your folds, making you arch into him as you let out a thin whine, fluttering your lashes as you gazed at him. He grinned down at you as he inserted two fingers at an agonizingly slow pace and you moaned as he started fucking them into you, curling them against that sweet, spongy spot each time.

He added another finger as he buried his face in your hair, inhaling your clean scent as you mewled and whimpered, begging him for more. He started strumming your clit with his thumb and you writhed underneath him, doing your best to grind your cunt into him as his fingers stretched you.

It was almost too much when he added the fourth finger and you wrapped your hands in his silver hair, pressing his face to your neck as you cried silently. He moved his mouth back to yours as he increased his speed and pressure on your tiny bud, moving his tongue softly past your lips and tangling it with yours. You came around him, clenching down on his fingers in your release as all the breath rushed out of you. He felt you go rigid beneath him before you collapsed back against the bed with a sigh.

“You think you’re ready for me sweetheart?” He asked as he kissed your neck, moving his hands up to palm your breasts.

You pulled his head back by his hair and gave him a grin before squeezing his sides with your thighs and rolling until you were on top of him, straddling his hips.

You sat up over him and he groaned at the sight of you, soft skin moving over lean muscle, a patchwork of faint scars covering your torso. He ran his thumb over an especially noticeable one that ran over your ribs below your left breast as you guided him to your entrance and sheathed his length inside you suddenly, making him hiss.

You started grinding against him, rubbing your clit against his pubic bone before you started fucking yourself on his cock. He tossed his head back with a moan and a murmured “Fuck” as his hands moved to your hips and guided your thrusts, meeting your hips with his own as he rutted up into you.

He sat up suddenly and pressed you to him as he knelt beneath you, staring into your eyes with lust blown pupils, a thin golden ring around a pool of deep black. You wrapped your legs around his back as he fucked up into you at a faster pace, making it hard for you to breathe.

He wrenched your head down to his and crashed his mouth against yours, his tongue invading you hungrily as you felt your pleasure starting to coil in your abdomen and you whimpered into his mouth.

He felt you starting to clench around him and moved a hand between you to strum at your clit. It only took a moment and you were flying apart around him, every muscle below your waist spasming as your orgasm wracked you and you cried into his mouth. His release was right behind yours as his hips stilled and you felt his spend spurting into you, coating your velvety walls in his release with a feral growl.

He collapsed back on the bed, still holding you to him as you both came down from you pleasure, breathing heavily as your hearts pounded together. You propped your chin on his chest and gave him a sinful grin that he returned, planting a kiss on the top of your head as you started to untangle yourselves.

“Well, if all your surprises are that pleasant, Y/N, I can’t wait to find out more.” He said to you over his shoulder as he stood up from the bed, grabbing a towel to finish drying himself off. He tossed you one and you ran it softly between your thighs, cleaning the mixture of your releases from your slit as you grinned back at him.

“My dear Witcher, I aim to please.” You threw a wink at him before you stood up and stretched. “I arranged for some clean clothes to be brought up, could you check the door for them?”

He peeked his head out and brought in two sets of soft woolens, tossing one to you. You yanked a tunic over your head before stepping into the clean pair of breeches. You decided to forgo most of your blades for the moment, opting for a simple belt that contained two daggers once you had finished lacing up your bodice.

“Shall we head down for more ale?”

“Gods yes, what else do you know about this storied Redanian liquor?”

You gave him a throaty laugh as you headed down to the main room and lute music floated up to meet you.

“Ah, Y/N! Geralt! My friends! Join us for a song won’t you? Y/N, I still want to hear you sing ‘The Fishmonger’s Daughter’ for us, eh? Oh Fishmonger, Oh Fishmonger, Come Quell your Daughter’s Hunger”

“Gods, Jaskier, aren’t you sick of that song yet?” Geralt growled half heartedly

“Pull the stick out of your ass, Witcher. C’mon, Jaskier. To pull on my horn, as it rises in the morn!”

“What a lovely voice you have my lady! For tis naught but bad luck, to fuck with a puck!”

The Witcher rolled his eyes at the two of you as he headed to the bar and the rest of the patrons joined in. What he wouldn’t give to never hear this abominable tune ever again.

“Lest your grandkid be born, a hairy young faun! Bleating and baying all day, hey ho!”

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