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ssinboo · 1 year ago

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Couture Kisses

summary: You've been in love with your best friend, Kim Seungmin since forever!

in reply to this lovely ask!

pairing: Fashion student!Kim Seungmin x Fashion student!F!Reader

word count: 4k (25~ minute read)

warnings: weight insecurities and mentions of body image issues that aren't resolved, author has very limited knowledge of fashion, making out, oral (f rec.), unprotected sex

a/n: This ask has been marinating in my inbox since june ... OTL I apologise it takes me absolutely forever to write TT I couldn't bring myself to write him as exactly asked, so this is very vanilla!

An entire collection by the end of winter.

That’s your final project for fashion school.

Needless to say, you were panicking, hard.

Not that you didn’t have plenty of sketches to pick and choose from, but it being your final assignment it had to be special. Twelve pieces, all able to stand on their own and at least one that you would model on your own and steal the show.

Even though you tried to shimmy your way from the spotlight and just stand backstage, your professor was very insistent on you modelling at least one of your pieces.

You absolutely dreaded the stage and the attention.

Shy by nature, is how you were described by those close to you. And growing up larger than everyone around you took a toll on your self-esteem.

Your sister was more than up for the modelling, she loved you and of course, loved all your work. Always your number 2 supporter.

Who was number 1? Oh, well, none other than Mr. Kim Seungmin.

Unfairly handsome, Seungmin stood at a gorgeous 178cm with jet black hair and flowy bangs dyed a platinum blond. He had the most gorgeous almond eyes, which would adorably cross anytime he was a bit too tired. His nose was button shaped and a deep bridge that only accentuated his gorgeous eyes and the faintest little bump along its length. And his lips, gosh, his lips, you could go on and on about his perfectly shaped cupid’s bow or his exquisitely plump lower lip. (which only made his lip ring phase harder on your mental sanity).

Not that you had a crush on your best friend or anything, of course not!

On other news, Seungmin was a lot less worried about this final assignment, given that you actually agree to his maniacal request: model for his collection. All because you had asked him to model yours.

There were models available, of course, but you could also bring your own and being able to take multiple measures, and do as many fittings as you wished helped ease your anxiety.

“Come on, don’t be such a meanie!” You whine as he once again insists on this deranged idea.

“It’s only fair, we model for each other. Also, I introduced you to my friends so you could use them as your guinea pigs, you owe me one.”

“That’s… different,” You shrug. You were grateful for his friends’ willingness to help and the sheer quantity of them was a perk. But you would not get up on that runaway, no way!

“No, it’s not.”

“You know it is! You’re gorgeous… And I–”

“You what?” He interrupts with a thorny rasp.

You jump at his sudden jab, suddenly self-conscious about your self-consciousness.

“You know… I’m gonna make your clothes look ugly.”

Seungmin runs his tongue along his metal-clad teeth and slaps his hand over the cafeteria table.

“You’re gonna walk for me or I won’t do it for you. Don’t think of contacting me until you’re ready to give me the ultimatum.”

Harsh, yes. But he cared about you, more than he cared about anyone or anything, ever. You were the most gorgeous, caring, funny, intelligent, charismatic and talented person and his eyes. And everytime you put yourself down, it took every inch of restraint in his body to not grab your shoulders and yell just how much he loved you.

Although, he regretted his words as soon as they left his lips. As soon as the anger subsided, he was ready to call you and take it all back. But you came running to your shared apartment, ready to apologise and agree.

He was your bestest friend in the whole universe, you would do anything for Kim Seungmin. And it was about time you started doing it.

And all was forgotten by the time sketchbooks were splattered across the dining table and you exchanged ideas back and forth over chinese takeout.

You were crazy about holidays and especially valentine’s day. It was only fair for your final assignment to reflect that. You had plenty of lovely sketches that were fitting for your early february deadline. But you racked your brain over the clothes that would fit Seungmin.

Just what could possibly do his indescribable beauty justice? Any of your designs felt unbecoming of him.

It’s when you’re splayed out on your sofa during your weekly movie night, watching Pride & Prejudice for the thousandth time over, that you get an idea.

An idea so great you’re jumping and throwing the blanket over your half-asleep best friend.

Seungmin, the poor fella, thinks something might’ve happened. So he waddles into your bedroom, blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

You’re scrambling around for paper and pencils.

“What’s up?” He asks, voice drenched in sleep. Had you not been entranced by your sudden burst of imagination, you certainly would’ve melted at just how adorable he looked.

“I’ve got your outfit,” is all the context you give him.

“What?” He leans against the doorframe, fighting against his sleepy eyelids.

“Mr. Darcy! How could I have not thought of it before! It was right underneath my nose!” You’re gesturing and your thoughts run all over the place, but you’ve got the brightest smile across your lips.

And he stands there, watching you try and bring your vision to life, mumbles and grumbles coming out every now and then. Though his love-stricken smile is invisible to you.

Fabric shopping was always fun, especially when your best-friend tagged along. Seungmin had been keeping his inspiration a secret so far, despite your attempts, he was good at being quiet when he wished so.

You looked at different textures and colours all day, leaving behind a good chunk of your savings at the chain store. But all for a good cause.

There was plenty of cheaper fabric for mockups at home, so that’s where you started out. Since you didn’t want to bother Seungmin, his fit should be the last one – also, part of you was terrified of his look and how intricate it would be.

You were still in the warm-toned shades of autumn by the time you had your collection ready for next february.

All you needed were his measurements to get started on your Mr Darcy modern valentine’s day sort of look. It sounded strange to say out-loud, but the sketches looked great.

Seungmin comes out of his room in a tight tank-top and loose boxer shorts and you gulp, tightening your fingers around your measuring tape, this would be the longest day of your life.

Here he stands, in the middle of your room, surrounded by the fabrics you insisted he picked, with his arms stretched out and his chest available to you.

Starting off easy, you run the tape from his shoulder to his wrists, fingernails lightly grazing his bare skin. His eyes don’t leave yours for a single second, especially when you’re standing so absurdly close.

And when you have to basically almost wrap your arms around his chest to reach behind for the tape, he feels the odd urge to hug you and not let go.

You hugged often, of course, you did. You were best friends.

However, standing in your strawberry lotion scented bedroom in summer pjs, feeling weirdly warm for the current temperature outside, Seungmin feels his skin burn every time your fingers meet his body.

Seungmin is so beautifully proportionate, you think. Studying his slender arms and long legs, his torso, just perfectly built. In every way, he was destined to be the main character of a timeless romance.

This is way past your normal antics of going all obsessed with the bodies that would fit your designs. Thinking about making the outfit Seungmin would wear for all to see.

It’s like he would carry a piece of you.

You’re chewing at your lower lip, revising all numbers and doing the maths in your head to gauge out how much of each fabric you’ve got left and how much you’ll need.

“You got it?” He asks, startling you away from your thoughts.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Great. Your turn now,” He smiles, stretching out his hand for your sparkly, strawberry-scented pen and notepad.

So came the dreaded day he would take your measurements.

You haven’t done your own sizing in over a year now, an irrational fear of the tape finds you each time you think about it.

And part of you is totally ready to call the whole thing off and just beg Seungmin to please find someone else.

But he gives you no window of space to talk, pushing you to stand in the middle of the room and pulling your arms in the right position.

And you feel extremely exposed.

You’re so entangled in your spiral of self-hatred, you completely miss the sweat that threatens to pool at his forehead, or how often he’s gulped in the past five minutes.

Though he constantly craved close proximity to you, this time might be enough to kill him.

Your chest has always been the bane of his existence. Squishy, soft skin always pressing up against body whenever you hugged him happily, practically pouring out of any piece of clothing with a tighter fit. Rubbing around his arm when you’re walking hand-in-hand at the shopping centre.

And he feels horrid for being such a pervert, he does.

You’re his loving, kind, best-friend and he’s always ogling your body with his dirty male mind.

God, your waist. Abundant flesh folded over in adorable rolls, so perfectly shaped for his hands and his hands only. He imagined himself grabbing handfuls of your ass, running his hands all over your hips and waist.

Your thighs, so full and creamy; in particular when you wear the one summer dress your sister gave you on your last birthday. That dress drives him absolutely crazy. Floral linen with a wrap-around layered cut that leaves his mind running around thoughts of undoing those flimsy ties and finding that gorgeous body you’re so intent on hiding.

“Minnie?” You ask, a bucket of hot water over his flames.

Your voice is so soft, dripping in affection as always.

“Have you got it?”

He gulps, immediately shying away from your body lest he be corrupted by any evil thoughts.

“Y-Yeah.”

“Are you alright?”

Seungmin nods.

“It’s bad isn’t it?” You scratch at your nape, eyes avoiding his.

“Wha- What?”

“My measurements,” You shrug.

“No– No. Absolutely not, you’re fine, you’re perfect. It’s just– I’ve been rethinking my collection lately– Nothing to do with you,” He loses track of his words, rambling on and on while your love-stricken heart hangs hopelessly onto the word ‘perfect’.

“Well,” You fidget with the hem of your pyjama shirt, eyes slowly prodding at his reaction, “Anything I can help with?”

Seungmin finally smiles and your heart blooms in warmth, “Not yet, but there will be.”

And so on, your days are consumed with the mindless routine of class and working on your project.

Work went great with Seungmin’s friends, they were all so friendly and outgoing, you felt right at home. And everything looked perfect. Just missing one final look.

Though Seungmin was more than willing to do as many fittings as you’d like, you both scheduled a double try-on day. Which would also be the first time you’d see his design.

You keep fidgeting with your fingers, anxiety gnawing at your brain with every passing second. He’d locked himself in his room for ‘last-minute corrections’ and you were almost going crazy.

An hour later, Seungmin finally emerges from his room, a plastic cover draped over his design, keeping you from peeking.

“So?!” You inquire, he keeps avoiding your eyes, for some reason.

“I’m ready,” He nods and so do you.

“Rock, paper, scissors, loser goes first?” You ask.

“Please,” he nods fervently and you smile nervously.

So you stand before him.

He calls it out. Rock. Paper. Scissors. Shoot.

You put out Scissors.

And he put out Rock.

You go first.

Shit.

Seungmin seems all too relieved, still psyching himself up to show his design.

You pull your creation from the plastic covering and hand it to him. A creamy white button-up with flowy sleeves, a velvet crimson coat with embroidered details following its length and black leather trousers in a high-waisted cut.

“Good luck, I guess,” You joke and he laughs.

“No need for it. It’s gonna be the best,"he says.

Though when he finds himself changing into the set in the privacy of his bedroom, Seungmin is astonished, admiring every single detail you’ve poured into it. His fingers caress the handmade lacy collar, feeling the hours spent in every thread and stitch.

And it fits his body perfectly; white linen drapes across his chest, hugging his pecs but flowing down freely down his torso.

“You ready?” He calls out and you gnaw at your fingers in anxiety.

“Yeah.”

Seungmin pads through the hallway, eyes scanning the living room until they meet yours. You smile, eyes glistening in adoration, taking in this moment as if it would end too soon.

“Wow.”

He smiles, “I know, it’s amazing… You’re amazing.”

“No– It’s– You look so… Handsome,” It wasn’t uncommon for you to compliment each other, but this once felt too intimate.

Seungmin blushes, scratching at his neck.

“So… My turn, I guess?”

“Oh, yeah,” Oh, how you dreaded this moment, not that you doubted his abilities but with your luck, you’d ruin his hard work with your subpar looks.

Seungmin hands you an opaque plastic cover, he notices your hesitation, but gives up on saying anything lest you actually give up.

He plops onto the sofa as you leave for your room, chewing on his own lips. He hoped this dress could convey everything he felt for you, even if a little bit.

It takes you excruciating 5 minutes to finally come back into the living room.

Seungmin stands up, letting the cushion he’d held fall to the ground and match his jaw.

His work, – an asymmetrical white dress with a poofy skirt and a translucent layer of tulle decorated with snowflake shaped beads over its length – hugs your body perfectly.

You look absolutely ethereal standing before him with a shy smile, wearing the clothes he made with his own hands, every stitch done with thoughts of you.

“You’re breathtaking,”

You laugh quietly, “The dress is doing most of the work. It’s beautiful, Minnie, I don’t have any words–”

“No– You’re… Gorgeous.”

He’s serious, dead serious.

And you’re stuck in a staring contest, standing five feet apart in your living room, time comes to a standstill.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“You’re lying.”

“I wouldn't– Not to you.”

You study his expression, searching for any, absolutely any sign of jest, but he’s serious. He truly thinks you’re… pretty?

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Yes,” Seungmin takes a step forward, “The prettiest.”

“Since when?”

“Since forever…”

You want to believe his words, Gosh, you do. But it’s hard, it’s hard to believe anyone would look at you and think anything even remotely positive.

“Minnie– Seungmin, please,” You breathe out, “Please, tell me you’re not joking about this– I won’t forgive you.”

“Every day and night I think of you and I can’t take my mind off how you manage to steal my breath away every damn time.”

Your heart skips a beat or ten; he steps forward and you wish to close the space between you for once but your body doesn’t move.

You can’t take this, not if he isn’t serious, no. You would never recover from something like this.

“Say something, please,” He pleads.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Seungmin freezes.

And you curse at yourself, there, you’ve done it now. You’ve gone ahead and ruined everything.

But he lets out a sigh of relief and his hands find your jaw, pulling you toward his body at once.

Your fingers run up the soft fabric, gripping at the freshly overlocked edges, his pale skin teasingly on display through a tiny heart-shaped window which would later be adorned with blood-red rhinestones, though some had already been placed.

And your breath gets caught on your throat, threatened with the lull of proximity and his minty breath fanning on your lips. Nails digging into the velvet fabric of the overcoat, your eyes are stuck to his enticing chest.

He smells of baby powder, chalk, and of the blueberry-scented shampoo you bought on sale last month. And you let his perfume lure your stupid heart into an erratic rhythm. Let the heat of his body find your own, setting your cheeks on fire.

When your lips meet his, it’s as if a current runs through your bloodstream, awakening every cell and fibre in your body to the taste of the man you love.

“I’ve waited for this for forever, it seems–” He whispers against your kiss-reddened lips.

His fingers are tangled in your hair and his lips crash against yours once again. He’s forceful, desperate. All-consuming and ravenous.

You can only melt into his touch and seep into his body, hoping to become one and never be apart ever again. Oh no, you couldn’t stand another day away from his gorgeous lips now you’ve had a taste.

You wrap your arms around his neck and let him guide you, taking the smallest of steps back until your legs meet the sofa and you both fall down with a loud ‘poof’.

His hands cup your cheeks, tongue ravishing your mouth with relentless want, he drinks every moan and sigh before it even makes it past your lips. You’ve barely made out for five minutes and you can feel the volume of his hard-on poking at your hip bone.

Oh, it’s an incomparable rush of dopamine to affect someone so much.

Seungmin kisses at your lips, cheeks and jaw, nipping and sucking at your skin until he leaves behind his mark; his claim on you. His teeth graze along your skin, erupting goosebumps over its path.

“Don’t– Don’t want to ruin your dress–” You sigh, willing yourself to push him away.

He smiles against your collarbones.

“Wanna take it off, then?”

An indescribable heat flushes your body.

“Seungmin!!!” You yell.

“What? Take it off…” His hand reaches for the hem of the dress, toying with the soft tulle.

“No-!”

“Let me see your body, hm?” He hums, puppy-eyed and all.

“It’s–” You look away. You could barely fathom the idea of standing naked before anyone let alone the guy you’ve loved for ages.

Seungmin licks his lips, “Look, I’ve– I’ve been dreaming of this– You, under me…” His fingers ghost against your bare thigh. “I– I… You have no idea what you do to me, now, do you?”

You shake your head.

He reaches for your hand and then places it above the leather-clad bulge that rages in his trousers. As soon as your hand barely grazes the fabric, Seungmin gulps.

You’re overtaken with a desire to pleasure him.

You’re rid of the dress, – even with your pleas to treasure it, Seungmin throws it aside, eager to feel you bare.

You attempt to cover your modesty, but he solves that issue by pinning your hands atop your head. As he truly sees your body for the first time, you watch his eyes glisten in true adoration, a dark hint of lust behind them. Your skin burns hot under his attention.

“You’ll be the death of me, y’know…” He jokes, but there’s a hint of truth, his heart pounds against his ribcage.

He peppers kisses along your chest, tongue licking at your skin, watching you squirm and sigh at his every touch, how your nipples stand hardened and kiss-bitten. Trailing down your stomach, he makes sure to nip at the abundant flesh, to marvel at how plump and absolutely perfect you are.

Oh, and he mumbles at every move just how ethereal you are.

His lips graze your inner thighs, licking at your skin but not where you need him the most. Every time he breathes against your aching pussy, you practically jump.

Though he planned to tease you endlessly, Seungmin can barely hold back his wish to do nothing but lose himself between your gorgeous thighs.

He licks a long, torturous strip along your core.

You squeal.

But despite your squealing and squirming, Seungmin’s got a strong grip on your hips and he is making sure your pussy is all his for the tasting. And he finds it, he might be the one most affected, after all.

You taste absolutely divine, liquid euphoria flowing through his lips and eager tongue. He eats you out like the world is ending; as if this is all a dream and he will wake up alone and hot in his bedroom.

And you moan his name with each syllable sounding more tempting than the last.

Only once you come on his tongue, does he rest; but not for long, no.

If it were up to him, he would get a couple orgasms out of you, lay in between your legs for hours.

Seungmin leans back on his knees, admiring just how absolutely fucked-out you look with messy hair and heaving chest. And you look up at him with glossy, swollen lips and teary eyes. He can’t resist you, after all.

He kisses you again and again, fingers fidgeting with his trousers; Goddammit, why didn’t you put a zipper in this finger? Historical accuracy be damned when you want to fuck someone!

After his trousers are off, you urge him to lose the shirt as well and he complies. Seungmin is gorgeous; milky, unblemished skin with a slender build.

“Look at you, so perfect– So eager– Just for me–” He breathes out, tip teasingly rubbing along your dripping core.

You mewl, hands reaching out for him.

“Come on, baby, tell me– Tell me what you want.”

“I– I want you… I want you to fuck me.”

He curses a thousand bad words under his breath.

When he finally slips it in, his fingers dig into your love handles, leaving behind tiny crescent moon shaped marks. You arch into him and he holds you firmly, arms wrapped around your body.

He manoeuvres your legs over his thighs for a better angle and you feel him reach the deepest parts of your body. And you sigh, letting yourself feel full, stretched beyond bliss.

It’s only when he notices with a devilish smirk how you’ve started to grind against his hips that he starts to move.

You are bathed in pleasure and lust.

His hands run up and down your leg, worshipping your thighs and your stomach that jiggles with every powerful thrust of his hips. Oh, and your tits, how hypnotic is it that they bounce up and down?

You moan his name over and over, mind hazy with pleasure and he lavishes in that feeling. Of rendering you cockdrunk, providing you with inconceivable bliss.

Seungmin pounds into you relentlessly, skin slapping sounds an obscene symphony that fills your ears, only accompanied by the breathy moans; Oh, the sweetest of sounds were the way he sang your name.

You clench around him, greedy and lovestruck.

“Minnie– I’m gonna–”

“Shit– Come on, baby. Let go–” He groans out, hand reaching to rub your clit.

Your second orgasm crashes into your body with an unstoppable explosion. You squirm and Seungmin leans forward to capture your lips in kiss, to drink your most euphoric moans.

Hands wrapped around his back, you pull him flush to your heaving chest, letting the pleasure find your fuzzy brain.

When he finally reaches his own climax, he pulls out, painting your skin with translucent ropes of white. Draping over your stomach pale strings of his seed, a claim.

You’re smiling when his eyes meet yours and he is filled with immense relief; That’s you’re happy and well.

He lays by your side, pulling you on top of him with a smile that mirrors yours.

You lay on his chest, drawing figure eights along his soft skin to the stable sound of his heartbeat. Your own heart is draped in joy beyond comprehension.

“I think the clothes look great,” Seungmin jokes.

You laugh. “Yeah, I think they do.”

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 2 months ago

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☠️ Flirting and Foraging 101

Flirting and Foraging 101: Offhandedly flirting with Rayleigh as he teaches you about the plants on Rusukaina, you ask a question that lands you in a position to find out what it is like to suck old man dick.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material.

To Note: Rayleigh x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~7.7k

You walk beside Rayleigh, the thick canopy of Rusukaina casting dappled shadows on the ground. The jungle is alive with the rustling of leaves and distant calls of wild creatures. Terrifying ones to be honest, but Rayleigh keeps them at bay. Rayleigh pauses to examine a low-growing plant with broad leaves and tiny white flowers.

"This," he says, crouching down, "is Sika root. Crush it into a paste, and it'll help with infections." Your eyes widen with excitement and you lean closer for a better look. Rayleigh's knowledge and experience is vast and invaluable, certainly when it comes to plants!

"Really? Show me how to identify it properly," you say, crouching beside him.

He smiles, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses. "Anything for a beautiful lady like you."

You roll your eyes but smile. He's been flirting with you since you met him! "You're incorrigible, Rayleigh. What would Shakky say?"

He laughs, the sound deep and rich. "I've been called worse, and Shakky would agree with me." He hands you a leaf. "See the serrated edges? That's how you know it's Sika root."

You take the leaf, feeling its texture between your fingers. Memorizing it for your notes. The jungle air is humid, making your clothes cling to your skin. At least the jungle is only a portion of the island. Rayleigh stands up and stretches, his muscles rippling beneath his shirt.

"You know," he says, leaning in slightly, "a man could get used to this view."

You snort. "The plants or my ass?"

Rayleigh grins mischievously. "Both have their charms."

You shake your head, fighting back a laugh as you pocket the Sika root leaf. You'll sketch a picture of it later. His flirting is harmless but persistent—a game he's all too good at playing. At least Shakky isn't here to gang up on you.

As you continue walking through the dense foliage, Rayleigh's hand brushes against yours accidentally—or maybe not so accidentally. You won't put it past him.

"Tell me more about these plants," you prompt, changing the subject as much for your own sake as his.

"Ah," Rayleigh begins with a twinkle in his eye, "ever heard of Nila berries?" He leads you to another cluster of plants, this time with small blue fruits hanging from thorny branches. "They’re good for numbing pain when chewed."

"Pain relief? That sounds useful." You reach out to pluck a berry but pause as he gently takes your hand.

"Careful," he warns softly, guiding your hand to avoid the thorns. "They’re tricky little things that leave a nasty sting not even the berries help with."

His touch lingers longer than necessary. You meet his gaze for a moment that feels stretched thin by his teasing before looking away. It is entirely your fault for putting yourself in this situation but Rayleigh certainly isn't helping.

"Thanks," you mutter, popping a berry into your mouth and wincing at its bitter taste. Ah.

Rayleigh chuckles at your reaction. "Not exactly sweet, are they?"

You smirk through the bitterness. "No worse than some of your jokes."

Rayleigh throws his head back in genuine laughter. “Fair point.” He picks a berry himself and inspects it closely before tossing it aside.

As you walk further into the jungle’s heart, he continues pointing out different herbs and roots—each one with its own set of uses and quirks—while dropping compliments that make you roll your eyes but secretly enjoy.

"And this one here," Rayleigh says stopping by another plant with long narrow leaves and purple flowers clustered at the top. "This is Lilia Vine; its sap can be used to soothe burns."

"Is there anything you don’t know?" you ask him teasingly.

Rayleigh smirks as he looks down at you over his glasses. “I’ve had plenty of time to learn… And I’d love to learn more about you.”

You roll your eyes dramatically but can't help the small smile that tugs at your lips. “I’m sure Shakky would love that.”

“She might,” he says nonchalantly while brushing off an imaginary speck from his shoulder. "Now, I think there is a fungus you might like to see…"

The sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows through the dense jungle. You and Rayleigh decide to make camp for the night, the sounds of rustling leaves and distant animal calls creating an eerie but calming backdrop. Rayleigh finds a small clearing and begins gathering sticks and dried leaves for a fire.

"Why don’t you let me handle this?" he says, striking flint against steel. Sparks fly, catching on the dry tinder. The flames grow, licking hungrily at the kindling until a warm fire crackles between you. "I am sure you're itching to start writing notes."

Well he isn't wrong about that!

You pull out the samples you’ve collected, setting them on a flat rock. Your notebook follows, its pages filled with detailed sketches and notes from past excursions. You begin to sketch the Sika root leaf, your pencil moving swiftly over the paper as you glance between the two.

Rayleigh glances over at you, his eyes reflecting the firelight. "Always working hard," he remarks, leaning back on his hands.

"It’s how I learn," you reply without looking up, concentrating on capturing every serrated edge of the leaf. The more detail the better.

He chuckles softly. "There’s more to life than work, you know."

You pause your sketching to meet his gaze with a raised eyebrow. "Coming from a retired pirate who now spends his days coating ships?"

Rayleigh smirks. "Touché." He shifts closer to the fire, stretching out his legs. "So, tell me something about yourself I don’t know."

You roll your eyes again but humor him. "I hate bananas."

Rayleigh raises an eyebrow. "Really? They’re so... innocent."

"They're mushy and gross," you say with a shudder that’s half-serious, half-playful.

Rayleigh laughs again. "Noted. No bananas for Gazania." He picks up one of the Nila berries you discarded earlier and examines it closely before popping it into his mouth. He winces at the taste but chews it thoughtfully.

You go back to your sketches but can’t resist throwing in another comment. "At least you haven’t asked to see my panties yet."

Rayleigh chokes on his berry, coughing as he laughs. "What!?"

"Brook," you say with a smirk, giggling softly in memory of the musical skeleton. "He has this habit of asking women to show him their panties."

Rayleigh’s laughter dies down to a chuckle as he wipes his eyes. "That skeleton... always full of surprises."

"Tell me about it," you mutter, shading in the veins of a Lilia Vine leaf.

Rayleigh leans closer, peering over your shoulder at your sketchbook. His breath tickles your ear as he speaks softly. "Your drawings are impressive."

You shift slightly but can’t help feeling pleased by his compliment. "Thanks," you say, trying to keep your tone casual.

"Maybe one day you’ll draw something special just for me," he murmurs.

You snort and flash Rayleigh a smile. "Keep dreaming, old man."

Rayleigh grins and leans back again, clearly enjoying this little game of verbal sparring as much as you are.

The night deepens around you, stars appearing one by one in the darkening sky while the fire crackles and pops in a comforting rhythm between bouts of conversation and laughter.

"By the way," Rayleigh says suddenly, breaking a moment of comfortable silence. "Do you have any other peculiar dislikes? Besides bananas?"

You tap your pencil against your chin thoughtfully before responding with a mischievous glint in your eye, “men who think they’re charming when they’re really just old.”

Rayleigh clutches his chest dramatically, eyes wide with mock horror. "Old? You wound me, Gazania! I’m in my prime!"

You laugh, the sound light and genuine. "Prime of what? The fossil record?"

He places a hand over his heart, feigning injury. "Ah, the cruelty of youth."

"You'll live," you say, rolling your eyes. You but can't help the grin tugging at your lips. His antics are endearing, even if he does push boundaries. Though you are seriously considering entertaining them at this point, the man's got skill…

Rayleigh leans closer again, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know, some women find experience very... appealing."

"Is that so?" you counter, raising an eyebrow. "I prefer a sense of adventure."

He chuckles, a low rumble that resonates through the quiet night. "Oh, I’ve had plenty of those."

The fire crackles between you, casting flickering shadows on his weathered face. He looks every bit the legendary pirate he once was—and still is in many ways. A thought crosses your mind.

"Why do they call you the Dark King?" you ask, genuinely curious.

Rayleigh's eyes twinkle mischievously. Instead of answering directly, he shifts even closer until his lips are just inches from your ear.

"Wouldn’t you like to find out?" His breath is warm against your skin.

You feel a flush creep up your neck but keep your composure. "And here I thought you'd give me a straight answer for once."

He chuckles softly and pulls back just enough to look you in the eye. "The title has its perks," he says with a lazy smile.

You shake your head, half-exasperated and half-amused. "What would Shakky say about all this?"

Rayleigh's grin widens. "Oh, she’d probably suggest we invite her along next time."

Your eyes widen slightly at his boldness. "You really don’t hold back, do you?"

"Life’s too short for that," he replies with a wink. Rayleigh's wink sends your heart racing, but you decide to play along with his game.

"Alright, Rayleigh," you say, a teasing edge to your voice. "I've been wondering... what's it like to suck old man dick?"

Rayleigh snorts loudly, almost doubling over in laughter. "Old man dick? You wound me again, Gazania!"

You can’t help but laugh with him, the sound ringing out into the jungle night. "Well, you did say you’re in your prime," you retort.

His eyes sparkle with mischief as he steps closer. "I guess I'll have to show you just how prime I am."

Before you can react, Rayleigh’s hand slides into your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he pulls you so close your noses brush.

Your breath catches as Rayleigh's hand tightens in your hair, the warmth of his touch spreading across your scalp. His eyes, glinting with mischief and something deeper, hold yours captive.

Then his lips are on yours, firm and unyielding. The taste of Nila berries lingers, bitter and unexpected. His other hand finds your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies press together.

You respond instinctively, your hands reaching up to grip his shoulders, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt. Your fingers dig into the fabric as you kiss him back with equal fervor. His lips move against yours with a purpose that leaves no room for hesitation. Not that you even find yourself in that position.

Rayleigh's tongue teases at the seam of your lips, and you part them willingly. The kiss deepens, growing more intense as he explores your mouth. Each movement is deliberate, coaxing and demanding at the same time. Your senses are flooded with his presence—the scent of sea salt and earth that clings to him, the scratch of his stubble against your skin.

He pulls back slightly, just enough to murmur against your lips, "Still think I'm just an old man?"

You smirk through the haze of desire clouding your mind. "You've got some moves for an ancient pirate."

He chuckles lowly, the sound vibrating through you. "Let me show you more then," he whispers before capturing your lips again.

The hand in your hair slides down to cup the back of your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss further. His other hand roams from your waist up to the small of your back, pressing you closer until there’s no space left between you.

You can’t help but respond to his touch; every nerve ending feels electrified. You press yourself against him harder, feeling the contours of his body—strong and undeniably experienced—against yours. Your hands travel up from his shoulders to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer still.

When he finally breaks the kiss, you're both breathing heavily. His forehead rests against yours as he catches his breath.

"Impressed yet?" he asks with a playful glint in his eye.

"Maybe a little," you admit breathlessly.

He grins and leans in for another kiss but pauses just before your lips meet. "Shakky would definitely want in on this," he murmurs against your mouth.

"Next time then," you cheekily reply.

His laughter rumbles against your chest, a sound so full of life it momentarily stuns you. "Next time, huh?" Rayleigh's voice is a low, sultry whisper that makes you shiver in delight.

You lean into him, your lips brushing against his as you speak. "A pirate's always got a few tricks up their sleeve, right?" You challenge him with a smirk, your eyes gleaming with anticipation.

The corner of his mouth quirks up in a grin. "Oh, I've got plenty of tricks," he assures you, his hand tightening possessively at the nape of your neck.

His lips return to yours with renewed fervor, his tongue flicking against your lips, coaxing them apart once more. You open for him, your tongues meeting in a passionate dance. His kiss is deep and erotic, exploring every inch of your mouth with an urgency that leaves you breathless.

You moan into the kiss, the sound swallowed by his insistent mouth. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer as you lose yourself in the sensation of his lips on yours.

Moving your hands down his chest, you feel the hard planes of muscle beneath the soft material of his shirt. You slip your fingers beneath the hem, exploring the ridges and valleys of his abdomen, each muscle defined and toned.

Rayleigh breaks the kiss, his breathing ragged as he gazes down at you with dark, hooded eyes. "You're playing with fire, Gazania," he warns, his voice husky with desire.

"I told you that I wanted to suck your dick did I not?" you say, your voice low and teasing, the words hanging between you, charged with an undeniable heat. Your intentions were clear.

Rayleigh's eyes crinkle as a smirk curves at the edge of his mouth. His gaze drops to your lips, then lower still to where your fingers trace the hem of his shirt, as though he's imagining your touch elsewhere.

"Indeed, you did," he murmurs, the corners of his mouth lifting in a slow, knowing smile that promises all sorts of wicked delights. He leans back, the firelight casting dancing shadows across his face, accentuating the sharp angles and lines that tell the story of a life lived to the fullest.

With deliberate slowness, Rayleigh reaches down, his fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt. Each one releases with a soft pop, and with every inch of exposed skin, your breath hitches in your throat. He is intentionally drawing this out, you just know it. His chest is a map of scars and old wounds, each one a testament to the battles he's fought and won.

"Then by all means," he says, his voice a warm rumble that vibrates through you, "have your fun."

You don't need to be told twice. Your hands, emboldened by his words, slide up his chest, exploring the contours of his body. Your thumbs brush over his nipples, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. The sound spurs you on, and you lean forward, pressing a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along his collarbone.

Rayleigh's hand tangles in your hair, guiding you lower. His skin is warm and salty beneath your tongue. You can feel the steady beat of his heartbeat against your lips as you make your way down his torso, your hands mapping out every ridge and valley of his abdomen.

When you reach the waistband of his pants, you pause, looking up at him through your lashes. His eyes are fixed on you, watching with rapt attention as you deftly undo the fastenings and free his erect cock.

For a moment, you simply gaze at him, your hand gently wrapping around his length. He's thick and heavy in your palm, and you can't help but marvel at the man before you—a legend among pirates, now laid bare for your pleasure. Technically his too but semantics aside, this is for you.

His breath hitches, a low groan escaping his lips as you begin to slide your fingers up and down. The rhythm starts slow, your hand gliding up and down his length with deliberate tease.

Rayleigh's hand tightens in your hair, his eyes never leaving yours. "You’ve got a talent for this," he murmurs, a teasing edge to his voice.

You smirk, your grip tightening slightly as you increase the pace. "I aim to please."

His chuckle turns into a moan as your thumb circles the head of his cock, spreading the bead of pre-cum that’s gathered there. The sound is intoxicating, urging you to explore further. You shift your position slightly, angling yourself better to watch every reaction play out across his face.

"You have magical hands, Gazania," he breathes out, his voice rough with need.

You have no intention of stopping. Your strokes become more confident, alternating between firm squeezes and gentle caresses. Rayleigh’s hips begin to move in time with your hand, small thrusts that match the rhythm you set. His control is impressive, but you can see the strain in his expression, the effort it takes for him not to take over completely.

"How's this?" you ask, your voice low and sultry.

Rayleigh’s eyes darken with desire. "Just like that," he growls.

You increase the pressure, watching as his control begins to fray. His breathing grows heavier, each exhale a ragged gasp that sends shivers through you. You lean forward again, pressing a kiss just below his navel before looking up at him with a wicked grin.

"Feels good?" you tease.

Rayleigh’s laugh is breathless and strained. "You're wicked," he replies. "But yes... it feels incredible."

Your strokes quicken, your hand moving with purpose now. You can feel the tension building in him, the way his muscles tighten under your touch.

Rayleigh's hand tightens almost painfully in your hair as you feel his hips stutter against your touch. He looks down at you, his gaze heavy with desire and something more primal. "You wanted to taste me, didn't you?" His voice is low, filled with a challenge.

Your lips curl into a wicked smile. "Oh I did."

"Then you'd better stop with your hands, or you'll have to wait until I'm ready again," he warns, his breath hitching as your grip tightens for a moment.

You look up at him, eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I guess I'll just have to taste you now."

Rayleigh's eyes sparkle. You shift positions again, moving down so you're level with his throbbing cock. Your mouth waters at the sight of him—thick, veined, and glistening.

You lower your head slowly, letting your breath ghost over his sensitive skin. Rayleigh shudders in response, a low groan escaping his lips. Your tongue flicks out to taste him, savoring the salty essence that clings to his tip.

"Gods," Rayleigh breathes out, his grip on your hair loosening slightly as he lets you take control.

You open your mouth wider, taking him in inch by inch until he hits the back of your throat. The feeling is intense; he fills your throat entirely. You hollow your cheeks and begin to suck, creating a delicious friction that has Rayleigh gasping above you.

"That's it," he murmurs encouragingly. "Just like that."

Your hands come up to stroke what your mouth can't reach, fingers wrapping around the base of his cock and gently caressing his balls. You can feel them tightening under your touch, a clear sign that he's close.

Rayleigh's other hand finds your shoulder, squeezing gently as if to ground himself. His hips start to move again, thrusting shallowly into your mouth. You take him deeper, relaxing your throat to accommodate his size.

"You're amazing," he groans out between ragged breaths. "Don't stop."

The praise spurs you on. You increase the suction and bob faster on his cock, each movement eliciting another delicious moan from him. His fingers flex in your hair and on your shoulder as he struggles to maintain control.

You hum around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath. You can feel every twitch and pulse of his cock as you work him closer to the edge.

"Gazania," he warns, voice tight with impending release. Your eyes flicker to his and burn with demand. Come.

Rayleigh's response is immediate; he groans loudly as his hips jerk forward one last time. You feel the hot rush of his seed filling your mouth, and you swallow eagerly around him. The rush of warmth flows down your throat and fills your belly.

His breathing is harsh and uneven as he comes down from his high, but there's a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he looks down at you.

"You really do know how to please an old man," he says with a chuckle.

You pull back slowly, giving one last teasing lick before sitting up and wiping the corner of your mouth with a smirk. "I aim to please."

Rayleigh's eyes sparkle with satisfaction as he catches his breath. "So, has your curiosity been sated?"

You nod, your eyes raking over his incredibly strong and muscled body. The scars and lines tell stories of battles fought and won, adding to his allure. "For now," you reply, unable to keep the admiration out of your voice.

"Good," he says, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Because now it's my turn, and it's a shame I'm the only one naked."

Before you can respond, Rayleigh pulls you to your feet with surprising gentleness given how fast you end up standing. His fingers find the hem of your tank top, lifting it slowly over your head. His knuckles are warm against your skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

"Let’s see what you’ve got under here," he teases, his voice low and filled with anticipation.

The cool night air brushes against your exposed skin as he tosses your tank top aside. His fingers trace the lines of your collarbones, sending a wave of desire through you. He pauses for a moment, eyes locked with yours before reaching behind you to unhook your bra.

"Such a beautiful sight," he murmurs appreciatively as your breasts are freed. His hands move to cup them, thumbs brushing over your nipples in a way that makes you gasp.

"Not bad for an old man," you tease back, trying to maintain some semblance of control. "Though I do suppose you have practice undoing bras?"

Rayleigh chuckles, his touch becoming more deliberate. "Old? Maybe. But I know how to make a woman feel young."

His words send another rush of warmth through you as he continues to undress you slowly. He takes his time, savoring each moment as if it's a gift to be unwrapped carefully.

His hands slide down to the waistband of your shorts next, deftly undoing the button and sliding them down over your hips. The fabric pools at your feet as he kneels before you, placing a kiss on each hipbone before standing again.

"Now we're even," he says with a playful glint in his eye.

You can't help but laugh at his easygoing nature even in such an intimate moment. "Even? I think you've got some catching up to do."

Rayleigh's grin widens as he steps closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him. "Oh, I plan on catching up," he promises before capturing your lips in another searing kiss.

Rayleigh's lips claim yours with a hunger that matches your own. His tongue twists against yours, exploring and teasing with an intensity that leaves you breathless. The kiss is erotic, each movement of his mouth a promise of the pleasures to come.

You moan softly against his lips, your hands moving to grip his broad shoulders, holding yourself steady as his touch ignites a fire within you. Rayleigh's hands continue their exploration of your body, his touch both firm and gentle. His thumb brushes against your nipple and pleasurable delight erupts across your breast.

"Rayleigh," you gasp, breaking the kiss for just a moment to catch your breath.

His eyes lock onto yours, filled with desire and a playful glint. "Yes, dear?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that makes your heart race.

"I don't think I'm the only one who is wicked," you whisper, pulling him back into another passionate kiss.

His hands slide lower, fingers trailing down your sides and across the curve of your hips. He grips your ass firmly before letting one hand sneak between your legs. His fingers part your folds with a deftness that speaks of experience and confidence.

"You're already so wet," he murmurs against your lips, his voice tinged with admiration.

You can only moan in response as his fingers find your clit, rubbing slow circles that make you arch against him. Your breathing quickens, each touch sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

Rayleigh's kisses move from your lips to your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. "I want to hear you," he whispers between kisses. "Let me know how good it feels."

Your hands tighten on his shoulders as he increases the pressure on your clit, his other hand sliding back up to cup your breast. "Rayleigh... oh gods," you manage to say between gasps.

He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against your skin. "That's what I like to hear."

His fingers work their magic on you, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer strokes that have you teetering on the edge of ecstasy. His mouth moves lower still, trailing kisses down to the swell of your breasts. He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue while his fingers continue their relentless assault on your clit.

Your moans grow louder as the pleasure builds within you, each touch pushing you closer to the brink. Rayleigh's intensity is matched by an easygoing playfulness that makes every moment with him addicting.

"You taste so sweet," he murmurs around your nipple before moving to give the other the same attention.

Your head falls back in bliss as he works both nipples with expert precision while keeping his fingers busy between your legs. The dual sensations are almost too much to bear; you're caught in a whirlwind of pleasure that threatens to consume you entirely.

"Rayleigh, I'm so close," you pant out, gripping him tighter as if afraid to let go and bucking your hips against his palm.

He lifts his head slightly to meet your gaze again, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Then let go for me," he commands softly. "I want to feel you come apart in my arms, Gazania."

With those words and one final flick of his thumb over your clit combined with a gentle bite on your nipple, the tension within you snaps. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave—intense and all-consuming—leaving you trembling in its wake.

Rayleigh holds you through it all; his touch never falters even as he watches with satisfaction at how completely undone you've become within his arms.

"Gods, Rayleigh, you've got magic fingers," you pant, your voice still breathless from the waves of pleasure coursing through you.

He chuckles, that low, warm sound that fills your body with butterflies. "Glad you think so," he murmurs, his fingers finally slowing their assault. He watches you with a mixture of smug pride and desire, eyes dark and intense.

Without warning, he scoops you up effortlessly, your body light in his strong arms. You cling to him, the remnants of your orgasm still making your limbs feel like jelly. "What are you doing?" you ask, half-laughing.

Rayleigh smirks down at you. "Just getting us more comfortable." He carries you over to a patch of soft moss on the jungle floor and lays you down gently. The ground beneath you is cool and damp, a stark contrast to the heat of his body as he settles between your legs.

Rayleigh settles between your legs, his eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of humor and hunger. His breath ghosts over your skin as he parts your legs wider, his grip firm yet tender.

"You know," he begins, his tone casual but laced with an underlying hunger, "you’re not the only one who's been wandering around hungry."

You can't help but chuckle at his playful remark. "Oh really?" you tease.

Rayleigh's eyes gleam with mischief as he lowers his head, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. "Really," he murmurs against your skin, his lips warm and soft. "I've been wondering what you taste like."

Oh no, he is going to wreck you! Your fingers thread through his hair as he kisses a trail up your thigh, each touch igniting a spark of electric pleasure. His movements remain unhurried, savoring every inch of you as if he's unwrapping a long-awaited gift.

"You're quite the flirt, Rayleigh," you manage to say between breaths, your voice trembling.

He looks up at you, a grin playing on his lips. "And you're quite the temptation," he replies before placing another kiss higher on your thigh, closer to where you want him most. Where your flesh throbs.

His fingers part your folds gently, and he pauses for a moment to take in the sight of you. "Absolutely beautiful," he murmurs before dipping his head lower.

The first touch of his tongue against your most sensitive spot has you gasping. The second, your hips twisting against his hands. He licks slowly, deliberately, tasting you with a ferocity that leaves you breathless. Like a starving man. His hands grip your hips harder against your squirms, holding you in place as he devours you with a hunger that's primal yet somehow controlled.

"Rayleigh... oh gods," you moan, unable to keep quiet as waves of pleasure course through you.

His chuckle vibrates against your core, sending another jolt of pleasure through you. "You like that?" he asks, his voice muffled but teasing.

"Yes," you gasp out, your hands tightening in his hair.

He continues his assault on your flesh, alternating between gentle licks and firmer strokes that push you closer to the edge once again. His fingers join in the effort, slipping inside you and curling just right to hit that perfect spot.

Your body arches against him involuntarily as the pleasure builds rapidly. Rayleigh's pace quickens in response to your reactions, driving you higher and higher until you're teetering on the brink once more.

"Let go for me again," he murmurs between strokes of his tongue. "I want to feel every bit of it."

His tongue performs wonders on your clit while his fingers delve deeply within you. The tension builds until it's nearly intolerable, then explodes into sheer ecstasy. You cry out his name as the orgasm tears through you, legs flailing and hips jerking wildly.

Rayleigh's grip tightens on your hips as he holds you down, riding out every wave with his mouth and fingers. He groans against you, relishing in the taste and feel of your release. "That's it," he praises, voice thick with satisfaction. "Just like that."

As the tremors subside, Rayleigh doesn't let up. His tongue dives back into your cunt, lapping at the remnants of your orgasm with renewed fervor. "Mmm, I could do this all night," he teases between licks.

Your body shakes violently; your clit and cunt are over-sensitized from the intense orgasm. "Rayleigh, please," you protest weakly, trying to pull away. "I can't... it's too much."

He looks up at you with a wicked grin. "I know you can take it," he says confidently before diving back in.

You squirm under his relentless attention, every nerve ending ablaze with over-stimulation. Despite the intensity bordering on discomfort, a part of you revels in his determination and the sheer pleasure he brings.

"Rayleigh!" Your voice is a mix of laughter and exasperation as he continues relentlessly.

"You're not tapping out already, are you?" He smirks against your folds, clearly enjoying himself too much to stop now.

"I might have to!" You manage to say between gasps and moans.

His fingers slide back inside you, curling perfectly once more while his tongue flicks mercilessly at your engorged clit. The combination has tears springing to your eyes from sheer influx of persistent pleasure.

"Just one more for me," Rayleigh coaxes gently but firmly. "I know you've got it in you."

With Rayleigh's gentle coaching and fingering, you feel the storm of pleasure within you tighten once more. The relentless pressure of his fingers curling inside you, paired with his tongue's expert flicks on your clit, sends you spiraling into another orgasm. Your scream catches in your throat, choked by the intensity of pleasure washing through your limbs.

Your legs clamp around Rayleigh's head involuntarily, muscles locking as the pleasure crashes through you. Your hands dig into the moss beneath you and tangle in his hair, pulling him closer despite the overwhelming sensations. Your body convulses with each wave, squeezing around his fingers that continue to stroke you through it all.

"Rayleigh!" you manage to gasp out, voice a mix of pleading and ecstasy. Your vision blurs, tears slipping all to easily from the overwhelming bliss.

Finally, he withdraws his fingers and laps at your inner thighs with lazy strokes, savoring the aftermath of your release. His breath is warm against your skin as he places a gentle kiss on each thigh before climbing up to hover over you.

"Still with me?" he asks, a playful glint in his eyes as he takes in your dazed expression.

You manage a weak nod, trying to catch your breath. "Barely," you reply with a shaky laugh.

Rayleigh's grin widens as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips. "Good," he murmurs against them. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

His words send a renewed spark of desire through you despite your exhaustion. "You're insatiable," you tease breathlessly.

"And you're irresistible," he counters smoothly, his voice low and filled with promise.

Rayleigh's eyes sparkle for a moment before he bends down and tangles his tongue with yours again. His kiss is deep, consuming, his taste mingling with the remnants of your release. His hand moves to pull your leg up, resting your knee against his hip. You feel the hard length of his cock press against your oversensitive folds, sending another jolt of pleasure mixed with a hint of overstimulation through you.

You whimper against Rayleigh's mouth, the sensation almost too much to bear. He breaks the kiss just enough to murmur against your lips, "Don't worry, beautiful. I've got you."

His words are a teasing comfort, his voice laced with playful confidence. "Insatiable old man," you manage to tease back, your breath catching as he shifts his hips slightly.

"Old? Maybe," he replies with a chuckle. "Just relax and enjoy the ride," he says before capturing your lips in another searing kiss.

As you're distracted by his kiss, Rayleigh takes advantage of the moment to slip the head of his cock into you. Your body clenches around him tightly, making him groan in appreciation. He pushes forward slowly, feeling the resistance of your walls as they stretch to accommodate him.

You inhale sharply at the sharp stretch, a mix of pleasure and a slight sting of pain. Rayleigh's lips find yours again, kissing you softly as he whispers against your mouth, "Relax, honey. You can take me."

His words are a command and a reassurance all at once. You try to breathe through the sensation as he continues to push inside you inch by inch. The fullness is overwhelming, but Rayleigh's gentle coaxing keeps you concentrated on remaining relaxed.

"That's it," he murmurs encouragingly. "You're doing so well."

You giggle weakly at his words despite yourself, finding humor even in this intense moment. Rayleigh takes advantage of your distraction to thrust deeper, seating himself fully inside you with one final push.

You feel the solid weight of Rayleigh pressing you into the soft moss, the cool dampness seeping into your skin as he fills you completely. The sensation is intense, a mixture of discomfort and pleasure that leaves you momentarily breathless. His cock, hard and thick, stretches you in ways you hadn't anticipated, and your body tightens around him reflexively.

"Rayleigh," you whisper, your voice a blend of surprise and pleasure as you try to adjust to the intrusion.

His lips trail from your mouth, leaving a path of heat down your jaw and to the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder. He nips at the skin there, a gentle reminder of his control and your surrender.

"Just enjoy it," he murmurs against your skin, his voice a low rumble that resonates through you.

You nod, your breath hitching as you focus on relaxing your muscles, on allowing yourself to take him fully. His hand cups the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheek in a gesture so tender it almost brings tears to your eyes.

The pain begins to ebb, replaced by a slowly building warmth that radiates from your core outward. Rayleigh remains still, giving you time to accommodate his size, his every breath a quiet testament to his restraint.

As the initial discomfort fades, you tilt your hips experimentally, a soft groan escaping your lips when the movement sends a jolt of pleasure through you.

Rayleigh chuckles at your response, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours. "Eager, are we?" he teases, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and desire.

You meet his gaze, a playful smile tugging at your lips despite the intensity of the moment. "Maybe I'm just ready for you to move," you retort, your voice steadier than you feel.

"Is that so?" he murmurs, a sly grin tugging at his lips. Without warning, he pulls back slightly, then thrusts forward, filling you completely once more. The sharp stretch elicits a squeak of pain from your lips.

"Rayleigh!" you gasp, trying to adjust to the sudden movement.

He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "This is what you wanted, isn't it, honey?" he says softly, his voice tinged with both challenge and reassurance.

You nod, biting your lip as you brace yourself for more. The discomfort slowly gives way to a deeper sensation as he starts to move with deliberate slowness. His hips draw back just enough before pushing forward again, each thrust measured and controlled.

The feeling of him sliding in and out of you is intense, stretching you to your limits with every stroke. Your walls cling to him tightly, amplifying the sensation. "Rayleigh," you breathe out, your hands gripping his shoulders for support.

His pace remains unhurried but thorough, each thrust purposeful as he fills you completely before retreating only to plunge back in again. The friction builds steadily, a warmth pooling deep within you as he continues his rhythmic movements.

"You clench around me so deliciously honey," Rayleigh murmurs against your skin, his voice thick with desire. His hand trails down to your hip, holding you steady as he drives into you with increasing intensity.

Your body responds eagerly despite the lingering sting of overstimulation. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure radiating outward from where you're joined, leaving you gasping and writhing beneath him. "Don't stop," you manage to whisper, your voice trembling with a mix of need and satisfaction.

Rayleigh's demeanor shifts from easy-going to intense as he picks up the pace slightly. His eyes lock onto yours, a fierce determination in their depths. "I won't," he promises softly before capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

His tongue explores your mouth with the same deliberate precision as his thrusts inside you—deep and consuming. You moan into the kiss, the dual sensations overwhelming in their intensity.

Rayleigh swallows the sounds you make with every thrust as he kisses you. His lips are demanding, almost punishing, as they move against yours. You claw at his hair and back, gasping for oxygen in between mind-numbing kisses. Each breath is a desperate gasp, your senses overwhelmed by the relentless assault on your body.

"Rayleigh," you moan into his mouth, the word barely a whisper as he deepens the kiss. His tongue dances with yours, each movement echoing the rhythm of his thrusts. You can barely think, your world narrowed down to the sensation of him filling you completely, over and over again.

His hand on your hip tightens, holding you steady as he drives into you with increasing intensity. "I want to feel you come around my cock," he groans against your lips, his voice rough with desire.

Your hands clutch at his back, fingernails scraping against his skin as you shake your head. "I don't think I can," you gasp out, your voice trembling with a mix of desperation and pleasure.

Rayleigh's eyes blaze with determination as he looks down at you. "You can," he insists, his thrusts growing more urgent. "I know you can."

The friction between your bodies is almost unbearable, every movement sending waves of pleasure radiating outward from where you're joined. Your body responds eagerly despite the lingering sting of overstimulation, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge once again.

"Please," you manage to whisper, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own labored breathing.

Rayleigh's lips curl into a wicked grin as he leans down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue flicks over the sensitive peak before sucking it into his mouth, adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you.

You arch against him involuntarily, a choked cry escaping your lips as the combination of his thrusts and the attention on your breast pushes you closer to the brink. "Rayleigh!" you cry out, your hands fisting in his hair.

He releases your nipple with a soft pop before moving to the other one, giving it the same attention. "That's it," he murmurs around the hardened peak. "Just let go for me."

Your orgasm ripples through your body, making your walls clamp around Rayleigh's cock and the muscles of your abdomen spasm in pain that rivals the pleasure ripping through your body. The intensity of it leaves you breathless, every nerve ending alight with sensation. Your vision blurs as your body shakes violently, each wave of pleasure pulling a choked cry from your lips.

Rayleigh's thrusts grow erratic as he feels you tightening around him, his control slipping as he chases his own release. He takes your jaw in his hand, forcing your gaze to meet his. "Look at me," he commands, his voice rough and desperate.

You manage to focus on his face, your eyes locking onto his as he leans down to kiss you. His lips are demanding, bruising against yours as he swallows your cries. The taste of him is intoxicating, adding to the sensory overload.

He thrusts into your clenching body with renewed fervor, each movement pushing you higher into the abyss of pleasure. Your hands claw at his back, desperate for something to anchor yourself as your body convulses beneath him.

"Rayleigh!" you cry out, the sound muffled by his mouth on yours.

His hips slam against yours one final time, burying himself deep inside you as he groans into the kiss. You feel the warmth of his release filling you, a rush of heat that sends another jolt of pleasure through you. His cock pulses within you, each spasm matched by a corresponding twitch from your own body.

You fall limp beneath Rayleigh, truly exhausted and barely able to move. One of your arms slides off his shoulder to the mossy ground, the cool dampness a stark contrast to your overheated skin. Your breaths come in ragged gasps, each one a struggle as you try to regain some semblance of composure.

Rayleigh chuckles against your lips, the sound a low rumble that reverberates through you. He kisses the corner of your mouth, a gentle contrast to the earlier intensity, and his fingers trace soothing patterns on your cheek. "How's that for an old man," he murmurs, his voice tinged with pride and satisfaction.

You manage a weak smile, your body still humming from the aftershocks of your release. "I don't think I can move," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Rayleigh's eyes twinkle with amusement as he brushes a strand of sweaty hair from your forehead. "Then don't," he says simply, his tone gentle but firm. He places a soft kiss on your forehead, the touch feather-light and comforting.

As you catch your breath, the comical flirting emerges naturally between you two. "You mentioned something about inviting Shakky next time," you tease, a playful glint in your eyes despite your exhaustion.

Rayleigh laughs heartily, the sound warm and genuine. "Did I now?" he replies with a smirk, clearly enjoying the banter.

"Yes," you insist with a mock-serious tone. "I distinctly remember you saying it."

He brushes another strand of hair from your face and kisses you there tenderly. "Next time," he promises softly, his lips lingering on your skin for a moment longer.

You can't help but smile at his words, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you despite the lingering ache in your muscles. "I'll hold you to that," you say with a playful wink.

Rayleigh's grin widens as he looks down at you, his expression filled with affection and amusement. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you," he says warmly.

Rayleigh’s warm smile softens the intensity that still lingers in his eyes. He shifts beside you, his fingers brushing tenderly along your cheek. “You should get some rest, honey,” he advises, his voice a low rumble. “We can continue our plant discussion in the morning.”

You chuckle weakly, the sound mingling with the last vestiges of your heavy breaths. “I doubt I have much choice,” you murmur, closing your eyes for a moment to let the cool night air caress your flushed skin.

Rayleigh’s lips press a gentle kiss to your forehead, lingering just long enough to make you sigh contentedly. “Good girl,” he whispers before pulling back to settle beside you on the mossy ground.

Date Published: 9/18/24

Last Edit: 9/18/24

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