#vav fanfiction smut

[miagwynwrites]

Genre: smut

Pairings: lee geumhyuk x female reader

A/N: I really wanna write for vav again but I suck at this fic stuff but I crave this man omg so here’s a lil thingy hehe EDIT: THIS WAS EMBARRASSING TO WRITE I AM GIGGLING :3 🦬

The room was loud with the noises of your breathing and skin against skin. Your thighs pushed against your stomach as your husband pounded into you like a jackhammer through concrete. It felt like slow motion, the way his cock rammed inside you kissing your cervix and pulling away leaving you wanting more, feeling every inch of his cock push and pull around your cunt.

“My pretty flower.” Geumhyuk moaned softly as he tore up your guts. “You’re so so gorgeous like this. Such a good girl for me.” Your eyes rolled back at the praise as your hands grabbed the sheets on either side of you. Geumhyuk pushed your thighs closer to your stomach with each stroke. It was getting harder to breathe so after letting him know he let you lower your legs. “Sorry, I got a little carried away you just look so cute and breedable with your legs above your head I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Geummie baby,” you choked out your legs feeling limp against his thighs. He rested both his hands on either side of your head his body above you, his beautiful brown eyes piercing through you. “I love you so much oh god.” You blurted out feeling your orgasm drawing near.

“I love you too y/n, I wanna fill you up so full of my seed. I want you to carry my babies oh you’d look so beautiful with a big round belly. Just knowing that I made you a mother would drive me crazy. Baby I could fill you so full of cum and you’d take all of it. I know you would you always do. You’re such a good girl, you’d be an amazing mother please let me fill you up.” At Geumhyuk’s request you felt your thighs start to shake. He slowed down his cock pushing inside you even more than you thought possible.

Geumhyuk’s hair was wet with sweat, sticking to his forehead, his abs were sweating, his tattoos on his arms were shining. You grabbed his arms and squeezed digging your finger nails into his skin.

“You wanna mark me don’t you baby. Are you close? I can feel the way your cunt hugs my cock. Let’s cum together hmm? I wanna fill you up, wanna give you kids so bad.” As he sped up your thighs shook around him. Arching your back off the mattress you threw your head back onto the pillow. The thought of your husband cumming inside you without a condom and getting you pregnant just made your orgasm come closer and faster. He wanted you to be a mother? He wanted you to be full of his seed? Carry a baby inside you and become a mother? He really wanted to be a daddy? You had talked about this a lot as he was always bragging about how good of a mother you’d be but the thought driving him wild was so attractive to you. What he wanted and how he was going to do it.

You had stars in your eyes when he told you to look at him. Stars and hearts and glitter, jeez you were so so over the top, head over heels in love with your husband and you would do anything to make him happy and you knew full well he’d do the same. Geumhyuk’s thrusting slowed and became sloppy, his breath hitched, he leaned closer to you as he whispered all the things you loved to hear. About how much he loved your body no matter what size you were and how he couldn’t wait to dive in between your thighs just to make you cum over and over.

“My pretty wife and her pretty body and pretty pretty pussy.” He growled in your ear his lips now marking up your neck sucking and biting at the skin.

“Geummie I- I’m so close!” You squeaked. Your hands pulled away from his arms and ran through his hair. He smashed his lips into yours his thrusting speeding up again. You both moaned, his face buried in your neck. He pulled away and curses fell from his lips. You were both so close you just needed to push him over the edge. “Please Geummie baby, give me your babies please. I wanna feel your cum all the way inside me pretty please baby.” You choked out.

That was all he needed as you felt hot ropes shoot out coating your walls with his sticky yogurt. You both screamed, exchanging curse words. You came, your thigh shaking around Geumhyuk’s waist. Chanting “fuck” and “I love you” over and over as your cunt pulsed around his cock. You felt him twitch inside you as the last of his seed filled you up. Without even pulling out he collapsed on top of you his head falling against your soft breasts, his breathing tickled your nipples. Your hand came up to gently pet him on the head.

“Thank you y/n. Thank you for being my wife and just everything. I love you so much, you did such a good job my pretty flower.” You smiled and he rose up and when he pulled out the sounds that followed almost made you cum a second time. You wanted to sleep but your husband wasn’t done making you feel good. Wasting no time he pushed your thighs apart and dove down his tongue lapping up your juices like a thirsty dog. The way his tongue and teeth licked and pulled against you skin oh he was fully making out with your pussy lips and boy did it feel amazing. So amazing your thighs squeezed around him but he grunted before stopping.

“Keep them open for me pretty. I’m not done making my wifey feel good. You deserve to cum again don’t you think. Just close your eyes and Daddy will take care of you.” You hummed your hand reaching for the strands on his head. “Gonna make you feel so so good. I love you.” He hummed before his tongue disappeared inside your walls again.

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Hello 👋🏼 I’d like to request St Van smut, where he is with his gf in the dorm’s kitchen but the boys catch them 😄. /love you so much btw 💖❤️/

Bon Appetit | M

“So tell us Chef Van, what are you preparing for us today?” You say in a deep playful tone as you pretend you are recording your boyfriend. “Well, it’s a dish that I only make for special occasions and only for one special person.” Van answers as he turns around to face you. You both begin to laugh since obviously that was a dumb thing to do. As you sit on the counter top behind him you begin to eat some of his ingredients. “Baby girl, if you eat all the strawberries then the dessert won’t have any!” Van says as he stands in between your legs.

“Oh no, so you’re saying that if I eat all of this I won’t get a dessert?” You ask as you pout and reach for another berry. “Oh don’t worry baby girl, even if you finish these strawberries, I still have a special dessert for you.” Vans mouth quickly attached to your neck placing gentle kisses and bite marks causing you to moan out. “Wait Van, your food?” You try to say in between breaths. “It’s already in the oven for 45 min.” He responds as his hands attached to your butt and pulls you closer to him. Van then decided to unbutton your shirt from the top revealing your chest and bra to him. “Baby, you look like a five start meal.” Van whispered as he continued to devour your chest.

In that moment, you move one of your hands to his pants and begin palming him. “Baby, I’m cooking you a whole meal...don’t you think I deserve something more then just over the jeans?” Van asked shyly as his mouth continued to work on your neck and chest. You quickly unzipped him and made your way inside his underwear feeling his hard member twitch in your grasp. You begin to stroke him nice and slow causing him to groan. “Baby, don’t tease me.” Van say as his hand made its way to your core. He began to move his fingers up and down ontop of your underwear causing you to huff out in annoyance. “See baby girl, two can play that teasing game.” Van says as he lowers himself in front of you and hikes one of your legs over his shoulders. “But you’re lucky I’m hungry for you baby.” Van finishes saying as his mouth makes its way to your core.

“Van Please baby.” You say pleading for him to at least move your underwear to the side to feel his tongue. Van chuckles and proceeds to move it to the side and begin messaging your folds with his mouth. You placed one of your hands on his head to bring him closer to your core while you other arm helped you brace yourself on the counter. As Van’s tongue continued to moved inside of you all that was heard in the dorms was your lewd pornstar moans. “Guys what the fuck!” Is all you hear from Anyo as you wake up from your haze. This caused Van to quickly get up and proceed to cover you up and push you behind him. Trying to hide any other parts of your body that was exposed to the rest of the members. As the rest of the members stand in awe at what they were seeing. “Great, now every morning not only am I going to be eating on that counter tired but also horny because I’m going to be picturing y/n moaning!” Ayno says as he sprints away from Van’s reach while laughing.

All you could do was hide your face and giggle at the situation. “Baby, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Van said as he caressed your face. “Van it’s okay just promise me that you won’t kill Ayno when I’m not here okay?” You state in a playful tone causing Van to laugh into your neck. “Look baby...no promises.” Van finishes saying as he kissed your lips.

Ding*

“Dinner is ready.” Van says as he flashes his biggest smile. “Yes I’m starving!” You hear Ayno holler from his room. “Don’t you even think about it!” Van shouted back causing everyone to laugh out loud. Of course dinner wouldn’t be normal and casual, something always had to happen but hey, it kept things interesting.

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-Hello my love, thank you so much for sending in a request 💘also, thank you for your love and support. We love you so much ❤️❤️ here you go ! Enjoy 💋

[excindrela]

12 Days of Demon Ayno - Day 12 (18+)

Supernatural AU

Pairing: demon! Ayno (Noh YoonHo) VAV / Female reader

Genre: Fluff / Smut

Warnings: Cussing, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (be safe!)

Word Count: 2752

AU: Ok. TMI: I suffer from depression which means that I either can’t stop writing, or can’t make myself write...which is why it takes me forever. And sometimes I have writing ADD (well, I have that too...) and I can write 100 words on 5 different things, but not 500 words on one thing. I’m so sorry. Really. 

This should have been done in Dec of 19. It was finished in June of 20. I’m not sure anyone is still reading this. Is anyone here? If so, and you want me to keep going, send me a message. You can send anon. If you’re still here, thank you. Really- thank you.

Demon Ayno: Summoned, Thanksgiving, 12 Days: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11| Day 12 | NYE | Lunar New Year

On the 12th Day of Christmas: You & Ayno Brought Each Other Joy

The week leading up to Christmas had been bliss. With the exception of a few social obligations, you’d had absolutely nothing planned- leading you to spend your days in pajamas and lazing around on the couch and in bed with Ayno. It was just like when he had arrived in October- not having to be around anyone else or pretend to be human had allowed him to revert to bad-boy demon mode and it had pretty much turned into an eight day fuck fest. It had been a whole week of pure indulgence- the words “no” and “stop” never fell from your lips, but you had uttered plenty of “yes”, “more” and “don’t stop”. It was a good thing you didn’t have to go back to work until after New Year’s Day and it was turtleneck season, because your neck was a patchwork of purples and magenta, and your inner thighs were bruised beyond belief…you felt like you existed in a permanently blissed out state.

It wasn’t the only thing you did: You braved the cold to go see White Christmas on the big screen, and again to go to the Christmas carol sing-along at the college. You had been suckered into attending a cookie exchange, and although baking was still a disaster for him, Ayno cheerfully made the dough but left the actual baking of the cookies to you…and you left the eating of the cookies you brought back home to him.

Your favorite thing by far was all the moments when you just cuddled and enjoyed each other’s company in comfortable silence; or the opposite when you talked endlessly to each other about everything. But either way, you were always wrapped in Ayno’s arms- often snuggled against his chest, breathing in the spicy earthy smell that was uniquely his.

You passed on going to your mom’s house for Christmas Eve- you were unwilling to leave Ayno at home, but you weren’t sure they were all ready for each other after the Thanksgiving fiasco. Instead you opted to spend the afternoon in the kitchen with him, drinking wine and cooking dinner, stealing kisses, and laughing uncontrollably as he would break out into random dances to Christmas carols on the radio.

The two of you went through a whole bottle of wine while you cooked plus another entire bottle of wine at dinner, and it caught up to you around 10 as you were laying on top of Ayno, who was gently rubbing your back as you watched “While You Were Sleeping”. Your eyes grew heavy, and you felt Ayno pick you up and carry you to bed. He climbed in and spooned up behind you, placing soft kisses on the back of your neck, and wrapping his strong arms around you.

*          *          *

It was a little before two when you woke up cold and alone. You slipped out from between the covers and wrapping the throw blanket at the end of the bed around your shoulders, went in search of your demon and his unnatural body heat.

You found him- sitting on a blanket on the living room floor, knees pulled to his chest and his chin resting on them, gazing up at his beautiful glowing Christmas tree.

“Ayno? You ok?” you asked softly. He unfolded himself and opened his arms, beckoning to you with his hands. You went straight to him, letting him wrap his arms around you and pull you to lay on the floor with him. “Did I wake you?”, he asked as he placed a kiss on your forehead, “I was trying to be quiet.”

“No. I was just cold…and I missed you being next to me. I know the not needing sleep thing makes it boring just laying there.”

“I do not mind. I like looking at you when you sleep. You are so beautiful and peaceful. Sometimes I talk to you…”

“I’ve never heard you…”

He smiled and spoke in barely a whisper “I am very quiet. And I speak in my language so it will seem like background noise to you.”

You giggled, “What do you say? Are you telling me demon bedtime stories?”

He laughed lightly, “I do not think we have those…our stories are not the kind of thing that helps people sleep.”

“I don’t know…you seem to help me sleep…”

Ayno smiled and gave a slight laugh “That is not because I am telling you soothing stories, it is because I wear you out…” he said as he brought his lips to yours.

His kisses were achingly soft as he lifted you and slipped your shirt off over your head. You felt the cold sting your nipples to rigid attention. Ayno cupped your breast and let his thumb graze lightly over the bud as he lowered you back down to the blanket. His hands traveled down your sides and waist until he hooked his fingers into the waist of your pajama shorts and underwear so he could pull them off as he continued down your legs to your feet. He reached down and slowly ran his hands from thigh to ankle, and cupping your heel he brought your foot to his lips, delicately kissing the ball, arch and heel before bringing his lips to your ankle bone and beginning to leave a trail of kisses along your calf, the back of your knee, and up your inner thigh. You could feel his hands running soothingly up and down the outside of your leg as he went. You giggled as he nipped gently at your inner thighs “Mmm what are you doing No?” He smiled against your skin. “I am memorizing you. So even if I spent a thousand years in the circles of hell, I would still know every line and every curve.” He skipped over the place you most wanted him to touch and instead went straight to your other inner thigh kissing and nipping and working his way back down to your foot just as he had on the other side. After he had kissed each of your toes gently from biggest to smallest, he leveraged himself over you, and starting at your hip bone begin placing kisses in an arc just above your pubic bone before stroking his cheeks on your stomach, and ghosting kisses around your belly button. You ran your fingers into his hair, thumbs brushing over his temples and cheekbones as you breathed soft sighs of contentment. While you kept wanting Ayno to rough you up a little bit now and then, there was no denying that when he loved you gently you melted under his touch. His lips continued to explore your skin as he worked his way up your body, leaving gentle touches in the valley between your breasts, and then gently circling your mounds until he placed his hot mouth over your cold nipples, swirling his tongue and sucking. He ran his hands from your hips up your sides and breasts over your shoulders and down your arms until he reached your hands, threading his fingers between yours, and lifting your hands over your head. Ayno lowered his body and positioned himself at your entrance while still gently kissing your face and neck. He pushed himself inside at a slow steady pace, until he filled you completely. He stayed there, his body was flush with yours, creating as much skin on skin contact as possible. He pressed his cheek to yours as he continued kissing and sucking your neck and earlobe as he gently thrust into you at a steady pace. You closed your eyes, focusing on the incredible feeling of his weight on you, all over you, moving inside you. Wishing there was a way to get even closer, you wrapped your legs around his hips. Ayno lifted his head and kissed you passionately. He stayed close, nuzzling your nose with his, and lips still brushing yours and leaving fleeting kisses. When you opened your eyes to look at him, the tender look in his eyes caused your breath hitch. He looked deeply into your eyes with that soul penetrating gaze he had. “Thank you for keeping me. In all my years, nothing compares to these last weeks. Nothing even comes close.”   His words left you speechless, so you squeezed his hands and brought your mouth to his, hoping you could convey your emotions in the kiss. You felt his thrusts gaining speed and getting more intense. The familiar heat began to build in your belly, your toes tingled, stars appeared in your vision and you keened softly when Ayno hit the spot that made your legs start shaking and your whole-body jolt.  Your walls tightened around him as he took you over the edge. He slowed his pace, his hands squeezing yours tightly until he thrust into you one last time. He laid there and kissed you tenderly as his body softened and he could slide out of you without overstimulating you. 

 You had no idea how long you just laid there in each other’s arms just nuzzling and kissing, but Ayno’s bond with you told him you needed some after care. He wrapped you in your blanket before he padded off to the kitchen. He returned a few moments later, pajamas having magically reappeared on his body, with ice water and snacks- which he promptly began feeding you.

 “Do you want your present now?”, he asked, looking over at the tree, barely able to contain his excitement.

“It’s not Christmas yet!”, you laughed.

He pointed at the clock. “It is three hours past midnight. It is Christmas Day.”

Technically he was right, and he looked so hopeful.

“Ok,ok! Do you want yours?”

“I get a present too?”

“Of course you get a present! Did you really think I wouldn’t get you something?”, you said with mock offense.

He grinned. “Never got a present before! ...never celebrated Christmas before either. I did not really expect anything...already have you, so I consider myself spoiled anyway.”

If any other person had ever said that to you, you would have considered it the cheesiest fake line ever...but you knew Ayno meant it with utter sincerity.

He reached under the tree and pulled out a brown cardboard gift box

“You first!”, he said excitedly. “If you do not like it, tell me and I will fix it.” He seemed a little nervous. What kind of presents did demons give exactly? You undid the bow and cautiously opened the lid. You parted the tissue paper and pulled out a long, wide scarf that had been knit in an intricate open pattern out of soft cloud-like yarn in the most luscious color you had ever seen. “Do you like it?” he asked as he took it from you and began to drape it around your neck.

“Ayno, this is beautiful! …it’s so soft! …and the color is amazing…where did you get this?”

Ayno smiled shyly, “I made it for you.”

You sat staring at him with your mouth hanging open. “You made it???”

“Mmm-hmm. There is a shop downtown called “Knitch”. It is populated mostly with women who are nearer to death than not. They practice the old arts by using sticks and hooks to make things from fibers. I liked watching them. They noticed my interest, so they showed me how to do it…apparently I am clever with my hands. Do…do you like it?”

“I love it. It’s beautiful. I’ve never had someone make me a gift… I had no idea you could do this. I don’t ever want to take it off.”

He smiled proudly. “Now I will know you are warm when I am not with you. It is made from the hair of an alpaca and an angora rabbit, so we will have to clean it carefully.” He paused as he fluffed and adjusted it around your neck. “I am so relieved it pleases you…I was afraid you would not like it.”

 You took a small box out from under the tree. “I feel a little guilty about yours now. It seems so impersonal.”, you said as you somewhat reluctantly handed him the box.

Ayno’s face glowed as he turned the box over in his hands and ran his fingers over the foil paper. “So shiny! You wrap so well. I must learn this from you.” You expected him to rip into it with the fervor of a five-year-old, but he surprised you by carefully removing the tape at the seams and unfolding the edges. He lifted the paper away to reveal the gleaming white box with the holographic rectangle and number. He looked at it curiously before sliding the lid off and staring wide eyed at the object inside. He looked at you, and back at the box, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “For me??”

“Yes.”

“It is real? I may use it?”

You laughed. “Of course it’s real. And I got it so you could use it.”

He gently lifted it out and turned it over in his hands. “It looks just like yours! It even has the little apple on it!”

“Yes- we have the same model iPhone. But you have your own phone number. I hated that we had no way to get in touch with each other during the day, and well…it seems like you’re going to be staying awhile…”

You looked up into his face, his dark eyes filled with affection. He pulled you back into his arms, burying his face into the crook of your neck beneath the scarf. You realized that for you, giving Ayno his own phone had been a practical decision…but for Ayno it was far more: he had keenly observed that couples seemed to be linked by their phones ��� sending texts, calling, shared calendars and lots of pictures. While you had verbally acknowledged the relationship- and your desire to continue it…to him this was a physical symbol of that: a sign that you had accepted- and desired him as something fixed in your life.

“So exciting! Now I will look like everyone else at the coffee shop!” he said grinning.

“We can set it up and order you a case tomorrow, well, later today,” you said as you watched him power it on. “…or right now…”

“Can I play Candy Crush on it??”

“Yes, but you’ll have to start back at level 1.”

He was undeterred. “That is ok. Then I will have three stars on all my levels.” he said giving you a pointed look.

“So many languages…” he said scrolling through the list to make his choice.

“Is yours there?” you asked curiously.

He laughed “I think not…although more of us have cell phones than you might imagine.”

He happily set about picking a background, chose dark mode, let it scan his face for ID, set up a passcode (your birthday), found the app store and began downloading Candy Crush and Snapchat. Then he opened his “contacts” icon, pushed the “+” sign and handed his phone to you. You typed in your name, cell and office numbers, e-mail, and the apartment address.

“No picture?” he said as you handed it back to him. “Well, it’s the picture that will take up your whole screen when I call… so I’ll send you one that wouldn’t embarrass you…or me…to have everyone see it.” you explained.

Suddenly his face lit up. He pulled you into his lap, and turned on the camera to portrait mode, flipped it to front facing, and held his arm high as he brought his head next to yours and snapped his phone’s first selfies. He smiled with joy as he gazed at the two of you: still flushed with afterglow, colored lights reflecting off his blonde hair, bright smiles and all wrapped in each other’s arms. He immediately set it as his lock screen. “You don’t think we’ve taken better pictures?” you asked looking at your happy but disheveled faces .

He shook his head, “Look at us”, he said admiring the pic again, “so beautiful- happiness…affection...look how we fit together…all that is good in your world is reflected in us here. Now I have this moment forever.”

You threw your arms around him and held him as tight as you could. His arms came around you, holding you fast against him, his fingers in your hair and his soft cheek rubbing against yours. You wished you could stop time so this feeling would never end.

“Merry Christmas, Ayno”, you whispered.

“Merry Christmas.”

[perfecting-procrastination]

Masterlist - Pure filth

CNCO:

Zabdiel:

Hotel (Part 1), (Part 2).

Christopher:

Threesome x Brandon Arreaga - Party

PRETTYMUCH:

Zion:

Quick Shower 

Brandon:

Threesome x Christopher Velez - Party

VAV:

New Beginnings:

Part 1 - Give me more (Lou), 

[allmybiasneedtostop]

Dead Girl Walking

Pairing: Reader x St. Van

Type: Smut 18+ (but make it musical)

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: This is based on the musical Heathers and on the number Dead Girl Walking. Changing some names cause why not diversity. DON’T BREAK INTO ANYBODY’S ROOM TO FUCK THIS IS FICTION OK?! Also shits all over the place cause it is in the song...

Moodboard made by the lovely (😂😉) @lovely-kpopp-blog​

It is closing onto midnight, yet you are outside thinking of what had happened at the party. The Heathers set up this plan to hurt Emma Martinez your friend. Sure she was chubby and has a weird obsession over Ray Patil, the star quarterback in school but she was still your friend. And Ray was a nice kid back in the day but now he along with the Heathers; Chan, Mckingly, and Smith, are part of the “it” crowd.** **

They dressed up a pig piňata as Emma and were going to have her wack it. You’ve been feeling guilty for helping with the plan, so you yanked the piňata out of the Heathers grasp and chuck it to the pool.

This did not please Heather Mckingly, and the Demon Queen put out that Monday morning that you were deleted from the “it” crowd.

Now you are walking around thinking of how you were going to either fix this or get away from it. You could change your name and go to Seattle, it is getting popular these days. But you don't have a car or a motorcycle for-

The only person who you know who has a motorcycle is Van, the new guy. (His real name is Geumhyuk Lee but most call him Van cause that's all he wears.) It might be all in your head but it seems like the both of you have some sort of connection. You might even say you may have a crush on him.

One time you were making a convenience store run for the Heathers. Things kept slipping and dropping. For how skinny they are you were surprised at the amount of snacks they wanted.

“Need any help?” You turned to see Van behind you giggling.

“Uh yeah sure” You quickly handed him a bag of chips, gum, and candy, hoping that you are able to suppress the blush that was trying to rise up to you cheeks. Even though he was dressed simply with a black tee, jeans, and a denim jacket he looked really good.

You guys talked while waiting in line. Now you know that his family is military and that's why he doesn't really get close to many people. Also he loves reading and beaches. Sadly you guys weren't anywhere near one.

You are just walking aimlessly when you see Van from a window stripping down. And man homeboy is RIPPED. Not only that but he has tattoos that just made you water. Well at least you can spend the next thirty hours getting freaky with him.

Seeing the light turn off, you climb the tree next to his room. Before Heathers can punch your clock, you snap off his window lock.

You crawl inside taking note on how bare his room is. Not that it was empty but that there isn't anything on the walls. There are clothes thrown around, books, some CDs and what not.

Sitting beside him on the bed you tap him awake.

"What are you doing in my room?!" Is the first thing he asks when he stirs.

You get on top of him legs on either side of him. "I'm sorry I woke you up. I decided that I should ride you till you can't anymore." With every few words you kiss his neck going down. "At the party Heather said I have to go." You kiss down his torso sucking here and there. "So now you are my last meal on death row." Licking your lips you see his tented boxers.

You pull them down to free his now hard dick. "Can I?"

"God yes please" You lick his shaft from base to tip earning a deep groan from him. Giving you a boost of confidence you wrap your lips around his tip. Getting used to having a dick in your mouth, you slowly took on more and more of it till you nose is touching the base.

Once you start bobbing your head you feel his hand grip your hair tight, making you even more turned on. You swirl your tongue around him.

"Oh fuck, you have no idea how many times I've imagined you doing exactly this." He pulls you off of him and starts making out with you. As Van is distracting you he rips your button down off. He takes off both your blazer and the shirt off. Even as you're grinding down on him he can feel how wet you are through your panties. Thinking about how he can't have you waiting, he makes quick work with your bra, skirt and underwear.

Taking you by surprise he flips you on your back and starts kissing down your now naked body. Once he reaches where you most want him to touch you the bastard starts teasing you. He kisses around your core. Van also bites and kisses your thighs. Seeing him between your legs is hot and all but you are starting to get antsy.

Out of nowhere you feel a finger penetrate you. His finger curls inside of you as your toes curl against the sheets. Van wraps his lips around your clit sucking hard. You arch your back and your hands entangled through his hair.

Van takes a look at you humming at the sight. Your head is thrown back, mouth agape, love bites forming all over your body. He only dreamed of having you withering like this. Now he's dream is coming true and it's so much better as a reality.

He adds another finger, feeling you clench around them gets him more turned on. He was about to wrap his hands around himself, when you pull him up.

Growling you tell him "Put it in me right now!"

You flip him over you that you're on top again before you could do anything else he stops you.

"Wait are you sure? I don't have condoms right now."

"Look Van, I'm horny, pissed, and on the pill. Now I'm pretty sure you know the drill, right?" With that you sink down on him, both of you moaning at the sensation.

Once you got used to the feeling of his cock inside of you, you start to grind against him. His hands gripping your sides helping you keep pace. "Remember how you told me you were numb?"

"Yeah?"

"I can't agree, to me Van, you're beautiful." You grab his face and kiss him.

Once you pull apart, with stars in his eyes, he asks, "Can I ask, how did you find my address?"

"Luck, I looked up to see you through the window."

After a bit of letting you ride him, he starts thrusting into you, causing you to yelp. He starts to thrust into you hard. Euphoria starts to coil inside of you with every thrust.

"Fuck me harder please. Make me forget everything."

"I will baby, I will." You didn't think possible but he went even harder. With one final thrust he sent you over the edge. You fall on to him trying to regain your breath.

"Wait Van you didn't came yet..."

"I will in a bit. And don't call me Van just say my name."

"Geumhyuk…?"

"Yeah just like that." He flips you on your back again. "Ready? Cause we're going all night if we can."

Even though you weren't you nodded yes. His thrust started slow and deep. Van's- no Geumhyuk's lips found yours. He took your hands and pin them in one of his. You arch into him. His lips move from your mouth to your neck, soft mews escape your lips.

"Geumhyuk please just don't hold back, I need it har-" the snap of his hips made you lose your train of thought. The biting and sucking, him marking you made your head swim. Every moan that reaches his ears encourages him to harder. Still sensitive from the first orgasm it did not take long for ecstasy to coil and burn inside of you again.

Before you came he pulls out and flips you on all fours. You couldn't complain about the emptiness, when he thrust into you again. From this position his dick feels different. Geumhyuk also is going harder and faster, making your eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Geu- Geumhyuk fuck, more give me more please! Pull my hair, slap me please!" Your hands grip on to the mattress.

"Damn babe I think you ripped my mattress, for that you'll. Have. To. Pay." He punctuated every word with a hard thrust making you tear up. His hand comes to your throat and pulls you up your upper back to his chest. His other hand reaches in between your legs. Needing something to hold you grab his wrist.

"Touch me there, right there Geumhyuk I, I'm gonna cum again"

"I'm gonna cum too"

He feels your body spasm and your pussy clench around him.

"Ssss ow!" Lost in the feeling you scratch his arms. Biting down on your neck, grunting, he comes inside of you.

He sees you fall on to his bed panting, sweat glistening from your body, and cum starting to seep out your cunt.

Geumhyuk gets up and grabs a box of tissues to help you clean up.

After clean up he asks you "So what happened at the big Homecoming party that brought you here?"

Snuggling up to him you answer "I'll tell you in the morning but right now I want to sleep, goodnight" you peck his cheek.

"Goodnight, angel"

[itsakpopalypse]

St. Van /Lee Geumhyuk Astrology Ask: How He Loves

“Yes! I would like to request one of your awesome Kpop astrology “how he loves’ reads for vav’s St. Van!  The Jacob one was amazingg! Loveeeed it so so much !  im curious what you will have to say about my bias StVan! Thank you!!” - @atiny-burger

A/N I’m so glad you are enjoying my series ! absolutely I will do it but I warn you that this is gonna be a mess I am so wrecked like I can’t even ugh 💕💕💕💕

anyway here you go !!

I hope you like it !

as always the 18+ content will be below the cut

if you hear sobbing it is just me because his smile is literally the most beautiful thing I have ever seen what the i am having a full malfunction between that and his chart i am a mess 

He’s a complicated man!!

His sun sign is a cusp, he technically falls on the Capricorn side

a lot of people don’t put much stock into the whole CUSP thing, as a concept

and I get that 

but I know a lot of cusps and I have yet to see it disproved 

so we are going to talk cusp as well as conventional Capricorn okay

additionally, the estimated rising is Pisces, and the Moon is  Cancer

so this is interesting because Capricorns tend to be considered very personal, very serious, and very driven

logical and less feeling than other signs as they are the Cardinal of earth

however if we mix in cusp energy we get some of the playfulness of a Sagittarius. 

being on the Cap side indicates he will be more private 

Cancers, while an incredibly feeling sign, are also very private at first. So this tells me he will be polite and a little difficult to get through to the real him

and of course, Pisces is an empathetic sign of service, so he will be compassionate and caring, if he might do it quietly and without praise

he doesn’t expect anyone to shout out his deeds, he just does them because he wants to and he thinks it’s the right thing to do, especially for those who have broken through his shell

Sag/Cap Cusps will be a Frankenstein of the two signs, funny but serious, playful and devoted, deep thinker and hard worker

with that you are getting the insecurities of both though

so  Capricorns’ “I will never be enough” Mixed with Sagittarius’ “I fear emotional intimacy.”

tbh thank god he has that watery moon to balance out his fears

I think he probably expects way too much of himself. as a lot of leaders tend to 

Sagittarius are outgoing and fun loving and really like sports/exercise and challenges both mental and physical 

Capricorns are one of the best signs for manifesting a goal, because they are organized and intellectual and driven

also a little sarcastic so he may have a really great sense of humor

Cancer moons are pretty emotionally strong and reserved, but once they care enough to let you in, the smallest slight can really hurt them

he is a sensitive bb he just wants to hide it awwww

Mercury in Sagittarius so his communication is lively and interesting

it is literally impossible to have a boring convo with a Sagittarius mercury i swear

he thinks so deeply and expresses himself so readily that it would be a breeze to work out issues and it would be mental gymnastics to keep up 

that sounds so fun sign me up 

Venus is Scorpio and that’s

well. let’s get through with the fluffy implications

DEEP swings of emotion

if he likes you he likes you SO MUCH

if he doesn’t like you, you simply do not exist

Scorpio Venus's seem dark and broody with their feelings but  really they just don’t want to be hurt. 

Only one of his major placements are particularly physically affectionate, but none of them are particularly stand-offish either

I think it could go either way, but he may lean into his Cancer moon and prefer private physical affection, in public pretty low key, in private it is possessive and very strong

Mars in Sagittarius suggests he is strong willed and driven and won’t be held back

basically he needs someone beside him who supports but doesn’t hinder his goals, and really cheers him on when his Capricorn sun and North node tells him he will fail if he doesn’t do more

he doesn’t need protecting, he needs support and understanding and honestly he wants someone he can take care of in a very mutually beneficial way

Lets translate that into your relationship

let’s say you meet through other people

let’s be honest his big 3 aren’t going out of their way to make friends he isn’t used to 

so either you meet through friends or you’re the sort of person who can strike up a convo with anyone

he needs you to stimulate him mentally

make him think even deeper or laugh a lot (He does that so that may not be difficult I have never seen someone laugh so much I am soft)

really good at setting boundaries for himself in the beginning 

probably really proper

so if you want more you are probably going to have to tell him

he seems like the friends to lovers type oooo my favorite trope

because of cancer and capricorn being very feeling and reserved

so after time goes by you may just have to ask him

“Hey, this is crazy maybe, but I really like you, do you want to go on a date?” 

I have a feeling he will laugh for a while and try to figure out if you are serious

remember cap energy is basically i am not good enough try harder

so he may not really believe you 

you’re going to have to appeal to his water signs

“I really meant it, It wasn’t a joke, It’s okay if you don’t like me back though.”

Oh

oh now he is embarrassed and flustered

that won’t last too long

his action sign of mars in Sagittarius is like  go gettem tiger

and he will

something to know

once you are his you’re not getting out of it easy

Cancer moons do not like short term or non serious relationships 

he won’t say yes unless he has you completely.

THIS HAS GOTTEN SO LONG WHAT AM I 

affection wise it is going to be pretty thoughtful

he seems the type that once he has fallen, you’re already such an intrigal part of his life that you just fit into all his cracks the way he needs

so it’ll seem normal if you start spending the night 

and he will be so sweet 

make you dinner and have you sitting on the counter top having deep discussions as he does

and he will have his sleeves pushed up to his elbows and his hair falling into his eyes and he will look up at you and smile when he meets your eyes

I’m going to implode

or like, if he is comfortable in the setting with people he knows he won’t mind pulling you into his lap with a little tug on your wrist 

and if you look at him unsure he will give you the most disarming smile

and you’ll melt

honestly he will want to take care of your heart more than his own

he will have so many feelings and he will want to tell you all of them

he will ask you to talk about your feelings but he will also spend a lot of time guarding your heart against any heartbreak

will be your biggest cheerleader and your shoulder to cry on

wants an equal love that feels intense and devoted

Scorpio venus can even be a bit too intense for some people

so when you finally can see the depth and you’re not just looking at what he shows, but instead what you know to be there, you might be totally flabbergasted

Scorpios are the darkest waters that run so so so so so deep.

deep enough you might drown when you look in his eyes

but what a way to go, huh?

OOOF I AM NOT READY

18 + below the cut

oh my god this is such a mess already I -

all this water with all this fire and earth

Cancer moon and Scorpio venus are a HOT mix of signs for lovers I am honestly a wreck just thinking about it

Both are such sensual, deep feeling emotions 

and Capricorns, while very logical, have a deep desire for control and order

not to mention that cusp energy says he has that fiery Sagittarius energy and WHEW 

let’s get down to the dirty huh?

Van makes love

he makes love SO so gently in the beginning

God he's scared he will break you

like he is terrified you’ll shatter like glass in his hands

a little teasing, but he will leave you fulfilled like

 he just wants to see you spiral until you don’t know what way is up

Scorpio is so deep and borderline obsessive (not in a bad way, in that like he is so wrapped up in you that he can’t think of anything else when you’re with him)

your needs come before anything else and he is willing to prove it over and over and over

Your skin feels like soft flower petals in his large hardened hands and he's so caring and slow at first that it drives you insane

He's taking his time just watching you to see what you like

Observing every little thing that makes you tick

A nibble  here a kiss there

But he's so soft and careful 

Asking you if you're okay the entire time

So you're like

“If you don’t fuck me like you want me then don't fuck me at all.”

He's like….. 👀👀👀👀 

Something  in his eyes darkens cause you're talking dirty

Fuck me like you want to break me ,

Not like you're scared you will. 

Shit.  you have unleashed a monster, you better pray to every deity known to man 

I really hope you rested well before this and were well hydrated

God NOW he wants to see you fall apart 

If only to prove he can

you can’t challenge a Scorpio to anything and expect calm response

also because this burning is in there waiting to get out

 He will make up for lost time with

Devastating thrusts that pinpoint that spot inside with accuracy that leaves you thrashing and crying out incoherently 

And hes smirking

 Like wtf He doesn't look winded or lost in pleasure

 He's fucking smiling and enjoying watching you take it

some part of him really wanted that all along

remember those still waters run so deep and honey he intends to hit it deep deep

Size kink?

I feel this way because he CLEARLY likes to show off how big he is 

and i saw somewhere he has said his type is someone small he can cuddle (cuddle eh?)

 And he's  shown off how much larger  his hands are in comparison to other members we get it you are probably packing a python okay we understand

So yeah he wants to make you feel small but also protected 

like i feel  like like his reason behind the kink is he wants you to feel like he's this huge protective body between you and the world 

That being said he wants to span those large hands across your stomach and tell you how beautiful and delicate you look in his grasp

 he wants you to feel helpless with pleasure

 The way he snaps  his hips into you will likely depend on the severity of you teasing him 

punishment through pleasure anyone?

Probably lifts one of your legs up over  one large shoulder to get deeper

Shit thats hot his collar bones are the prettiest thing ever

but i salute your cervix for trying to survive it 

And because he's  so tall it lifts you off the bed an inch or two, 

so you're dangling and he's pulling you by your hips into his cock

Vigorous and solid thrusts that could shatter a pelvis but instead just shatter your sanity

A lot of asking how you like it but in a really caring tone with a cocky smirk 

You shit ill fight you idc if I am smol i will fiiiight

Probably likes to be bitten

Like shit have you seen his neck its so long and beautiful 

Littering it with  kisses as you grind down into his lap will make him lose his resolve  so fast

wants to feel needed emotionally and physically 

he’s so weak and whipped for you because he is in so deep he will give you whatever you want

you only have to ask

but that doesn’t mean he will let you take over

no no

shit

Scorpio and Cancer he is jealous for your pleasure

He’s going to prove to you that no one could ever fuck you like he could

He's patient but he's unable  to say no to you if you're needy 

Hes honestly just  so in love he can't deny you something he loves to give you anyway

Champion oral

Probably prefers receiving but only asks if you like it 

If you like having your face fucked he's down to try it 

but i think he’d  be hesitant until you came off his cock gasping and panting and begging for more

 like shove his hand between your legs to feel how wet it made you

Then he's down to do it constantly 

because “fuck you’re so pretty wrecked for me.”

that’s so hot what the fuck

Loves seeing your lips wrapped around him and definitely holds your hair back so he can watch 

Strikes me as really really good stamina and self control

 Won’t cum until hes ready to no matter what manner of teasing you pull

After care is honestly gold medal award winning

planned it out before hand and took all your likes into account

has your favorite lotion lined up and will give you a gentle massage after clean up

mumbles how much he loves you and how you’ll be together for so long and what your future together will look like

he can wait for all of it , but  it’s his favorite fantasy

and he wants to share his world with you

honestly he is so husband my soul has ascended

HEY I SURVIVED IT BARELY

I hope you enjoyed it sorry I got carried away.

Thank you all for being patient with me as I work through requests!

you’re fab and I love you 💖💖💖

[kpophours]

Moonlight Hours (M)

➵ VAV: Jacob x fem. reader / drabble, honeymoon AU / smut, fluff

➵ warnings: explicit mentions of sex (oral: receiving, unprotected sex)

➵ word count: 879

His deep chuckle almost drowns out the moan tearing from your lips.

„I said to keep it down, baby.“, Jacob murmurs against your inner thigh, ghosting his lips over your hot skin. 

„Sorry.“, you mumble, one hand thrown over your eyes, teeth digging into your lower lip to keep the noise at bay. But your fiancé - no, husband is definitely too good at what he’s doing. It’s your honeymoon and you’re in a far away country, lounging on the beach under the brutally hot sun all day, cooling down with the help of sugary cocktails in the evening, spending most of the too hot nights awake between the white sheets of your honeymoon suite. 

Your windows are thrown wide open tonight, letting the soft summer wind and silvery moonlight wash over your naked bodies.

When your husband doesn’t move from his spot in-between your legs, but doesn’t do anything else either, you finally look down at him, already beginning to pout. He’s smirking at you, sweaty hair pushed away from his forehead, dark eyes boring into yours with an intensity that makes your knees weak, even after all these years. 

„Please.“, you softly whine, moving your hips to finally have him where you’ve been wanting him so badly all through dinner. The way from the restaurant to your suite has never felt as long before.

„Such impatience.“, Jacob grins, gently nipping the soft skin of your inner thigh and making you whine again.

„Always such a tease!“, you retort in mild frustration, regretting it immediately when one of his hands slides towards your left nipple and pinches it. You moan, involuntarily clenching around nothing and cursing out loud. 

He just chuckles again. „Hush now and be a good girl. No need to wake our neighbors.“, your husband murmurs darkly, slowly kissing his way towards where you want him so badly, already dripping for him, the sheets beneath you soaked in arousal. 

He simply hums, when he finally tastes you. You don’t even try to suppress the tiny moan ripping from your throat and can actually feel his satisfied smile against your core. Then, without warning, he plunges one of his deliciously long fingers inside you. 

„Fuck.“, you mewl at the sensation, blindly gripping the pillow beneath you, your own hair, the bed sheet - anything to hold on to. 

„Already so wet.“, Jacob murmurs appreciatively, observing you with dark, lust-filled eyes, „As if I didn’t fuck you before dinner already.“ 

„Twice.“, you moan out loud, while he begins scissoring you.

„You’re insatiable, baby girl.“

God, you hate when he sounds so pleased with himself (… you actually don’t).

„Please.“, you whimper when he finally hits that spot and this time, he immediately obliges, attaching his lips onto your already swollen clit, beginning to suck and roll his tongue against you. It feels like he’s everywhere at once, his fingers still pumping in and out of you in a steady rhythm, his other hand holding your hips down and his mouth working wonders on your most sensitive areas.

It only takes a few minutes for you to be an absolute moaning mess beneath him, writhing on the sheets while incoherent words spill from your mouth.

When you come down from your high a few minutes later, already feeling blissfully fucked out, Jacob hovers over you, smirking in that stupidly cocky way you immediately fell for all those years ago. 

He simply raises one eyebrow at you and you summon the last bit of strength to nod once. That’s all he needs and with one deep thrust, he’s inside you, hard and straining against your tight walls, making you moan his name all over again. 

„That’s it, baby.“, he groans against your lips, kissing you softly, quite the contrast to the way he’s snapping his hips against yours, „Come for me. You look so pretty when you come.“ He lifts one of your legs up and places it over his broad shoulders, the angle giving him better access to hit your spot again, making you see stars. Your fingernails dig into his back, but he doesn’t seem to mind, too absorbed into this moment, dark eyes roaming your body, his lower lip pulled between his teeth.

He pushes your hair away from your neck, finding the sweet spot that makes your knees weak and your brain stop working. Everything inside you tightens until finally, you snap, clenching around him with his name spilling from your lips, your eyes closing and hands fisting into the white sheets beneath you.

Seconds later, Jacob groans as well, giving a few last thrusts and finally stilling inside you.

You’re both breathing hard, when he rests his forehead against yours. 

It’s silent for a few seconds, only the gentle sound of the waves coming from the beach beneath your window filling the dark room. 

„I love you.“, you finally whisper, Jacob’s lips immediately stretching into your favorite soft smile.

He kisses you in that deep, toe-curling way of his.

„I love you, too.“, he answers, voice as soft as his gaze.

You return his smile, still a bit in disbelieve over the fact that this man now truly belongs to you and you alone.

You can’t wait to spend the rest of your lives together.

[masterlist] | [requests] 

[thatmpdblog]

“Forgive me Father... for I have sinned.” 

The words left your lips like a breathless melody. The cold hardwood floor pressed firmly against your knees as you looked up at him from beneath your lashes. He stood towering over your kneeling form, his hands rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. The clothing clung to him tightly, giving hints of the toned body underneath the fabric. 

He chuckled darkly, a sinful grin on the lips of that which was seen as the epitome of sanctity. The sound sent a shiver of desire down to the deepest parts of your core. Your body ached to serve him. He reached forward, grasping your chin to keep your gaze tilted upwards. His tongue dragged over his lips, prompting a soft gasp from your own. 

How many times had you thought about all the ways he could use that tongue on you? How many lustful nighttime thoughts had lingered in your mind well into the day, while you sat on the pews of a sacred place, watching the very subject of your unholy thoughts preach about holy things. A pulse rang through your body as his lips parted and that smooth, all too familiar voice filled your ears.

“Confess to me, little one.”

[shitseong]

greetings!♡

thank you for stopping by and visiting my blog. it truly means alot to me, a young writer that’s just starting her journey as a one. this is the first post on here and serves as a guide for requesting and a short introduction.

you can see my masterlist here!

this is an imagines blog, meaning i write:

scenarios ( visiting a theme park...)

reactions ( you asking them for a pet...)

alternative universes ( high school...)

fanfictions ( with multiple chapters... ) 

genres: fluff, angst, fantasy, smut (but not all the way)...

you can request anything from the above, but please consider this:

i do not write smut for underage members

english is not my first language, so i apologise for any mistakes

it can sometimes take me longer to finish your request, depending on what you requested and the amount of school work i have at the moment, so please be patient - bugging me won’t help

if you wish, i can make a moodboard for your imagine and a short ( 2-3 songs ) playlist, but you will have to wait longer

when making a request, you have to tell me exactly what you want, so i know what to write about

warning: explicit content and mentions of subjects that might be triggering to some, such as suicide, drug abuse, depression...

here’s a list of groups that you can make requests for:

astro

b.a.p

day6

got7

halo

hotshot

jbj

nct (all units)

nu’est

pentagon

seventeen

sf9

stray kids

the rose

vav

vixx

wanna one

bonus: mystic messenger

based on my url you can tell that this was created as an sf9 blog because the fandom on tumblr has been a little dead lately and i’ll write mainly about them, but as i’ve said before, you can request an imagine for any of the members of the groups listed above.

please enjoy your stay here! ♡

-inja

p.s.: if you think that i hate inseong based on my url, i’m just letting you know, that he is the love of my life and an absolute sweetheart and i love him with my whole being, but we all know he can be a cheeky little shit sometimes.

[forestwater87]

From the fanfic asks, 19, 4, and 17.

These are long and potentially controversial, so under the cut they go!

4. What fandom’s/ship’s fan fiction do you read the most?

… I mean, it’s Camp Camp. Of course it’s Camp Camp. 

Weirdly, while I wanna say the most common ship I read is gwe//nvid, thanks to what’s actually popular and my inability to not read things that I know full well will make me angry because I need to know, I probably end up masochistically reading a lot more ma//xvid and da//nvid than I should. (Not equating the two ships btw, just … those are real common and I can’t not read them because I can’t stand wondering because I’m deeply broken inside.)

Oh, and if you count binge-rereading all of setepenre-set’s fanfics over and over again, I guess I read a lot of Megamind fanfiction? But only, like, theirs, so I don’t think it really counts.

17. Describe a fic that is still in the ‘ideas’ stage.

So I’ve been kicking around the idea of doing a gwe//nvid with trans David, because there are a couple seriously fantastic trans David fics that make my heart melt and have really cute chemistry between Gwen and David, but don’t explicitly make it a ship thing – and you know me, if I can get my filthy shipping hands all over something I absolutely will. The reason this has yet to make it past the “ideas” stage – and maybe never will – is because something feels a little �� potentially icky about a cis woman writing something so very outside my lived experience, especially when the potential for romance or even smut exists. The last thing I’d want is to make it fetishy, or inspiration-porn-y, or otherwise misrepresent and/or stereotype, and I don’t know how much research can do to avoid that.

Uh, something I like to think will definitely someday become a thing but is still ideas at the moment: a Jasper/David/Gwen fic where they’re all counselors and all mutually pining and there will be misunderstandings and it will be lovely. Oh, and it’s a little bit written but @hopefullypessimistic84 with someday write that OT4 crossover with X-Ray and Vav. I swear it has to happen because some of the ideas are too fucking good to let die.

19. What’s your favorite character headcanon?

Is it arrogant to say the last names Greenwood and Santos? Because fuck, I’m proud of those bad boys.

[bangchansmami]

A small reminder I’m still accepting requests despite my busy schedule with writing on wattpad & running a small business // which I’ll probably make a tumblr account for bc why not lol.

I’m also gonna update the list of boy groups I write for!

but yeah trying to be on here more,can’t wait to chat with y’all.

Also gonna post a Q&A post tonight so you can leave all kinds of questions for me to answer!

#bts #got7 #nct127 #nctu #monstax #jeonjungkook #minyoongi #parkjimin #kimseokjin #kimnamjoon #kimtaehyung #junghoseok #jooheon #imagines #oneshots #smut #fluff #hybridau #vampireau #romance #fanfiction #writersoftumblr #requests #vav #victon #twice #everglow #mamamoo #straykids #ateez

Hello everyone,I’m here to announce I’m starting do imagines/scenarios/reactions so I’m currently taking requests from any Kpop group (BTS,GOT7,MONSTA X,NCT 127,DREAM,TWICE,MAMAMOO,BLACKPINK,ATEEZ ETC..the list goes on)

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Here is the rules to get a imagine:

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1. Must be following me so if you’re not ,go follow me :)

2. Comment below your name,age,which group you want/which member you want :)

3. I will take requests but some that will be uncomfortable for me to write I will decline respectfully :)

4. These imagines are not limited to just kpop,I will do also WAYV as well so any foreign groups I will accept as well,it’s all love here.

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That’s all guys,since I won’t be on much today because I’ll be busy partying with my family,I hope you all have a wonderful day bringing in the new year.

Stay hydrated,drink your water (or champagne since it’s NEW YEAR’S EVE) & I’ll see you guys again in the new year.

2020 I can’t wait for you already!

[zerot0all]

Señorita | M/F

“Van, are you coming or ....” but before you could finish the sentence you had barged into his bedroom. You and Van had a complicated friendship, mainly because you two flirted non stop and that one time you guys fucked around a couple months ago. But you could never get over his body, he was built like a God. And his tattoo was magnificent. As you stood by the door he smirked at you and proceed to walk towards you but you didn’t move. “Close the door baby doll it’s cold outside.”

As he closed the door he just happened to lock it as well, which caused you to jolt out of your dream. “Yeah, well hurry up and finish getting ready, you’re going to make us late.” You stated in an annoyed tone crossing your arms. Van just stood in front of you still shirtless then he took a couple steps toward you to pin you to the wall. “Why do you need me to go anyways, wouldnt it be more romantic if it was just you and Ayno?” He asks in a stern tone. As you didn’t respond he backed away and turned back to his bed.

As he moved his clothes around on his bed you decided to shove him which caused him to turn around shocked. “What the hell was that for y/n?” He asks but before he could continue you shove him harder onto the bed. As he laid on his elbows you got ontop of him straddling his thighs. “I want anytime I can get with you, don’t you understand.” You whisper into his lips as your hands trace over his pecs. As you move away from his face that cocky smirk takes over his face again. He gently placed his hand on your cheek and brought you closer for a passionate kiss.

“You could have just said that. I want to spend as much time with you too.” He finished saying as he flipped you over on your back. “But baby doll, why don’t we pause this for now since Ayno is waiting for us and continue this later just the two of us huh? How about after a nice dinner that I personally cook for you?” Van asked with the most purest smile on his face which caused you to blush instantly and nod in agreement. You wanted more then just a one night stand with this man and maybe he wanted more too. Might as well try it out.

[CD]

[excindrela]

12 Days of Demon Ayno -Day 9 (18+)

Supernatural AU

Pairing: demon! Ayno (Noh YoonHo) VAV / Female reader

Genre: Fluff/ Angst/ Smut

Warnings: Cussing, alcohol consumption, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you snap it!)

Word Count: 5031 (...I did not mean to write War & Peace...)

AU: OMG DAY 9 IS FINALLY DONE! (So I guess we’re having Christmas in July)  I’m sorry this one took so long. I knew where we needed to go, I just couldn’t get there. Good news: Day 10 is started, Day 12 is done! (We might skip 11) I have also started NYE & Lunar New Year (I’m writing all of them simultaneously) I love feedback- so if there’s something you like, or something you want to see- tell me!! Thanks to everyone who has stuck around! Special thanks to @quyennie​ for being my editor!!

Demon Ayno: Summoned, Thanksgiving, 12 Days: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11| Day 12 | NYE | Lunar New Year

On the 9th Day of Christmas: You Took Ayno to the Office Holiday Party

It was a little after three thirty when you came through the apartment door wearing baggy sweats, a zip up hoodie with nothing but a tank underneath, fuzzy flip-flop slippers, and no gloves. Even with the calf length down coat on you were freezing, but you couldn’t risk wrecking your once a winter pedi and once a year mani. Even though the heater was on and it hit you like a blast furnace the minute you came in, you were still shivering.

“Ayno? Are you here? I’m home.” The question was rhetorical. You knew your beautiful demon was there somewhere because the TV was set to a music channel playing Christmas standards, and something smelled good.

Ayno came striding out of the kitchen. “Good. I have made you lunch.”, he said as he took your coat. Like a typical human male, he paid no attention to your fancy nails and hair and instead focused on your outfit. “Why are you dressed so inappropriately for the weather?! You will catch a chill and die, and I will have to go back to being a…what was it you called me?”

“Interdimensional hooker. What are we having?”

“Macaroni and cheese. I am told that this food brings comfort, and you seem very agitated today.” He said as he bent down and wrapped his arms around your legs just below your butt and carried you into the kitchen.

“Out of the box?”

“Is what out of what box?” he looked around confused as he deposited you onto a barstool.

“Lunch.”

“Why would macaroni and cheese be in a box? Cheese must be kept cold.”

“You know- the blue box? With the orange powdered cheese? It’s like its own food group.”

Ayno looked horrified. “I do not know what kind of witchcraft would be necessary to turn cheese into an orange powder, but it should not be trusted and I do not know why you would dare to consume it.”

You privately thought he was missing out. Instead, he removed a baking dish from the oven with cavatappi noodles he had baked with some mixture of cream and cheeses and topped with panko breadcrumbs. He dished out a large helping and retrieved a bowl of salad from the fridge and set it next to the mac & cheese. You took a bite…it was creamy and cheesy and delicious…and you were so not hungry.

“It’s delicious, but not exactly cocktail dress friendly.”

Ayno frowned. “You did not eat breakfast. Now you do not want lunch. You are…stressed” he said, happy that he remembered the right word. He moved around behind you, fastening his lips to your neck and slipping a hand inside your jacket to fondle your breast through the thin tank. “You do not smell right…too much cortisol…” he said as his lips worked their way toward your ear. “If you do not do something to relax, then I will have to make you relax.” He gently threatened as his thumb flicked over your erect nipple.

You sighed and closed your eyes, “Ayno, so help me God, if you ruin a $60 hairstyle before I get to that party, I swear I will pour holy water over your head myself!” you gritted out through clenched teeth.

He wisely released you; then reached over and picked up the glass of water above your plate, and poured it out in the sink while muttering something that sounded like “I’d like to see you try it” under his breath, before going to the fridge, grabbing the open bottle of wine, removing the cork with his teeth, filling the glass and setting it in front of you.

He stepped back and looked meaningfully from the glass to your face and back again. You took the hint and drained half the glass in three gulps. Ayno refilled it.

He moved back to your side and picked up a forkful of mac & cheese and held it up to your lips. You obediently opened your mouth and took the bite. “We should not go to this party if it is making you this unhappy”, he said gently rubbing your back.

You placed your forehead carefully against his chest. “Oh Ayno – I don’t mean to be like this to you. Yes, you are right, I am stressed. The Office Christmas Party is one of my least favorite nights of the year. But this is one of those weird human social things that you have to attend even though you don’t want to.”

He continued rubbing your back comfortingly. “I will stay home if it will make you less worried.”

You put your arms around his waist and looked up into his concerned eyes. “Not a chance. Having you as my date is the one thing I’m looking forward to about tonight.”

*          *          *

You came through the doors of your building at 7:41 and the Atrium was already packed with people and the party was in full swing. Ayno slid your coat from your shoulders and went to take it and your bag to the coat check. Meanwhile, you glanced around and saw Tenley & Kara leaning against the wall by the elevator bank and headed straight over.

“Hey!” “There you are!” They called as you trotted over as fast as the slippery soles of your strappy sandals would allow. You all engaged in the typical “girl hug” that involved leaning over with your butt sticking out and the bare minimum of contact while patting the other’s back.

“Cute dress Ten!” you said. “Thanks! I was accused of being boring by Danielle, so I decided to embrace my ethnicity!” she replied, smoothing the peony embroidered satin of her mandarin collared mini-qi pao. “But it’s still black. Festive is Kara’s job.”

“What? It’s still a neutral! Just because I refuse to join the sea of black dresses with you two…” she retorted, giving her hips a little shake that made the silver beaded dress shimmy with her.

“I like it Kara! Perfect for New Year’s Eve too!” you supported.

“Right?! Kill two parties with one dress!” she affirmed.

“I thought Ayno was coming tonight?”, Tenley questioned.

“Oh, he’s here. He’s just dropping my things at coat check.”

Then Kara’s brain caught up with the conversation and she turned to Tenley looking confused “Danielle? From the Data Matrixing dept. called you boring? They only have one ‘Danielle’, right?”

At that, Tenley launched into her story the way only catty girlfriends can about another woman throwing them shade. She was just wrapping it up when you noticed Kara’s attention had been diverted.

“I don’t know what department that belongs in, but whatever it is, I will find out, and then I am transferring there whether I have the requisite skill and experience or not.” Kara said, her gaze never wavering.

You understood. You smiled at the tall, well-built man that had captured her attention, his fire engine red suit tapered from his broad shoulders to nip in at his slender waist and the pants caressed his muscular thighs. A black mesh shirt peeked out from underneath the jacket and was accented with a couple silver chains at his throat. He was stunning – and oblivious to the attention he was garnering: wide eyed open mouth stares from the ladies and looks of undisguised envy from the men. He glanced around and spying your little group he made his way over with four filled champagne flutes tucked between his long fingers. He handed out the champagne, gave a blinding smile and said “Hi!”  

Kara giggled. You just shook your head. Tenley took command of the conversation. “Hi Ayno. It’s good to see you again. I like your suit! It’s a much better look on you than the reindeer sweater.”

“Thank you, I think so too. It itches less. Although, it does not have lights like the sweater, so I think it is unlikely I will win a prize. I think you look better too.”

You laughed. “Kara, this is my boyfriend, Ayno. Ayno, this is Kara- she’s our department assistant.” “Which means she’s the only one who has any idea what’s going on.” Tenley supplied as Ayno, excited to once again be practicing traditional human greetings, extended his hand to Kara.

Kara shook his hand and then downed the whole glass in one gulp. You followed suit, and then handed the glasses back to Ayno. “Will you be a love and go get us 2 more?”, you asked him sweetly. He bent down until his face was even with yours. “Please?” you smiled at him. He smiled back, “Yes Mistress. I am always happy to serve you”, he whispered as he planted a quick kiss on your lips and then turned on his heel and headed to the champagne fountain.

“Ho-lee crap!” Kara said to no one in particular. She looked at Tenley, “You said he was hot, you didn’t say he was the male equivalent of a Victoria’s Secret angel.”

You snickered at the idea of Ayno being an angel of any kind. Kara turned slowly and looked at you. “He’s cute? He’s tall? I love his smile? Seriously??? How about he’s breathtaking and sexy as fuck??”

You laughed. “Sorry Kara. After my last boyfriend…I just sort-of downplay things now. And yes, Ayno is breathtaking…sometimes I think people look at us together and wonder what a man like that is doing with me.”

“Whatever! He’s with you, right? And he doesn’t seem to be going anywhere.” She grabbed your arms and turned you to face her, “Please tell me he has a single brother?” she mock pleaded.

“Actually, he has six brothers.”

Both of them stared at you wide eyed. “SIX BROTHERS?” they chorused in unison. “Are they all single and do they all look like him? I just want one.” Kara said. “Yeah, one for you & one for me” Tenley agreed.

“I don’t know, I’ve never seen them. But they’re…uh…adopted, so I’m not sure what they look like.”

“Well, you clearly hit the jackpot on this one. He’s gorgeous and seems totally devoted.” Kara said with a touch of envy.

“I know, right? I want a man who follows me around and does whatever I say without question while looking at me adoringly too.” Tenley agreed.

The conversation was halted by the ding of the elevator doors opening to reveal a couple of drunk colleagues from accounting stumbling out tipsy and looking slightly disheveled. They looked around nervously before slipping back into the crowd. “Like we didn’t all know about that…” Tenley said rolling her eyes.

You were glad the conversation shifted away from Ayno. Not only was answering questions about him like walking through a mine field, but something about the champagne or the girl’s words had made you uneasy. You didn’t doubt Ayno truly had feelings for you, but you sometimes wondered if he would stay if he had a choice. Did he only stay with you because he had to? Was this like Stockholm Syndrome where you fall in love with your captor as a coping mechanism?  Was he devoted because he had to be, not because he wanted to?

Your thoughts were interrupted by Ayno’s arrival with more champagne. You took the glass he offered, and then turned away to eye the crowd- causing Ayno to frown slightly. Kara, emboldened by the alcohol now coursing through her veins, pounced on him in full getting-to-know-you mode. Normally you would have jumped in and changed the subject, or answered for him, but you were so edgy you decided to just let him handle it. If he freaked out, transformed into his natural form, and rained hellfire on the building then so be it. You still listened with half an ear, proud that he remembered the answers you had practiced to common personal questions.

Your sudden coolness was not lost on Tenley. Sensing that Ayno might need to be rescued from Kara, and the two of you might need a moment, she nudged you, “Hey. Have you shown Ayno our floor yet?”

You looked at her with something between distain and annoyance. “No. I can’t imagine why Ayno would want to see our cubicle farm.”

“Nope. You don’t get a choice. It’s an unwritten rule that all new significant others must get a tour of the prison cells at their first Christmas Party, so they have a frame of reference for stories of office shenanigans and sympathy for the conditions we are suffering in when we have to work late”, she said matter-of-factly. With that, she punched the elevator button, snagged your champagne glass, and shoved you in when the doors opened, Ayno following right behind you trying not to laugh. The last thing you saw was her giving you a cheesy grin and a wave of her waggled fingers.

The elevator ride to the 9th floor was quick but felt like an eternity with the two of you standing in silence, you just out of Ayno’s reach. You walked at the same speed you did during your workday, lengths ahead of Ayno who strolled along behind you down the hall past the conference and break rooms, eventually arriving at the center of the floor full of cubicles.

“This is it.” You sighed, bored.

Ayno nodded. “I have seen this before.”

“Someone summoned you to their office building?”

“No. Purgatory. There are several levels that look just like this. I recommend avoiding it.” He paused, “Which chamber is yours?”

You started walking and Ayno followed you to your desk. “This is it. This is where I spend most of my day”, you said gesturing to your glass walled box full of pre-fab office furniture.

Ayno stepped inside and sat in your chair. You were surprised how normal he looked sitting there, as though you might have come around the corner and found your handsome coworker at his desk.

While you absentmindedly stared off into space, he took in your workspace, thinking to himself that it was rather like a cage, and feeling sorry that you spent so many hours there. He smiled when he saw that the one truly personal thing on your desk was a small photo of the two of you.

Knowing Ayno would follow, you slowly began strolling out of the maze of cubicles, idly wondering how much longer you’d have to stay at the party for people to consider it an “appearance” and what you needed to do to give the impression that you had had a good time.

“What is this place?” you heard Ayno’s voice behind you as he stuck his head into an open doorway.

“That’s the break room.”

“Ah!”, Ayno said with comprehension, “The domain of Cody the Coffee Snob and Amber the Refrigerator Nazi!” You almost laughed– he always asked how your day was when you came home, and you were impressed he had paid attention to your rambling stories about office drama …but it made you feel even less worthy of him. “Was the identity of the Lean Cuisine thief ever discovered?”, he asked as he continued to follow you.

“Nope. It remains a mystery.”

“What is this place?” he asked stepping into yet another doorway.

You followed him. “This is the conference room. We come in here when we have important things to discuss. That triangle thing in the middle of the table lets us watch Power Points, call other offices, make announcements…or sometimes we just use the table and talk.”

You turned to leave, but the door slammed shut. You didn’t need to ask how. Taking a deep breath, you turned and walked back to your waiting demon.

“What is wrong?”

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong- I’m fine.”

“No. Something is very wrong. You have stopped speaking to me. You are not looking at me. You are pushing me away”, he paused looking sad and confused “What did I do wrong? Please tell me, because I do not know.”

You sighed. “Nothing…you haven’t done anything wrong – I swear…I was just thinking about things the girls said to me and about you being with me…it just made me question whether you would be here if you had a choice.”

Ayno slipped a hand around your waist and pulled you against his body, his other hand tipping your chin up to look him in the eyes. “Do you really doubt my feelings for you?” he asked gently.

You looked into his deep eyes and shook your head, “No, I believe your feelings are very real. I just wonder if you would choose to be with me if you had another option.”

Surprisingly, Ayno smiled. He gave a small laugh and a little shake of his head, “How old am I?”

“Uh…Eight hundred and…something…”

“Fourty-four.” He supplied.  “You are not my first patron. I have had so many masters and mistresses in these years that I lost track long ago. You are not the first to want to keep me…but you are the only one I have ever stayed with. I assure you that if I wanted to leave, I could make your life so miserable that you would release me and beg me to be gone.”

Then he threaded his fingers into your fancy hair and pulled your face to his. He kissed you hard, tongue pillaging your mouth as he pressed his body tightly against yours. He backed you up until your butt hit the conference table, and then lifted you slightly so you were sitting on it. He finally released your mouth and dove straight for your neck. “No! Ayno! What are you doing?” He pulled his head up and looked at you with eyes so deep they bordered on maroon, “This is a conference room. We are having a conference. Apparently, I need to explain to you again how much I want you. That I will willingly be your slave until the end of time. That I am wholly yours…not just because you keep me, but because I choose to be. So, I’d start taking notes, Mistress, because I am going to fuck you until you get the memo.”

With that he pushed you down on to the table and resumed his attack on your neck. You could feel the heat of his mouth even as the cold of the glass covering the table penetrated your thin dress. You shivered, unsure if it was from that or Ayno’s sudden aggression.

Ayno put one knee up onto the table and pressed his other thigh against your waiting heat as he continued sucking harshly on your neck and chest working his way ever lower. You felt yourself growing warm and wet as he ground his thigh against your core. “Ayno! You’ve got to stop… someone could come in and find us!” you pleaded. “Let them”, he growled low in your ear, “I don’t actually care.”

“I care! Anyone could just walk in! And one whole wall of this room is glass!!” Making an inhuman sound, Ayno raised his head and held one hand up toward the door. A rope of red energy shot out and zig zagged around the door and frame stitching the door closed. Then he waved his hand in the direction of the windows and you watched as they turned black like magic demon limo tint. “Better?” he hissed. He had that determined look on his face – the same one he’d had when he showed up the night of the Halloween party…and once again you realized there was no escape. Ayno in pure demon mode was a dangerous force that both scared the crap out of you and turned you on in a way you could never have imagined. You suddenly noticed that his shirt and jacket had disappeared from his body and recalled his warning about why conjuring his clothes was a bad idea.

His hands roughly yanked the straps from your dress down and to the side pushing your dress down and causing your breasts to spring free. He brought his other leg up onto the table and pushed your dress up to your waist before he reached down and flipped the crotch of your thong to the side plunging his fingers into your already dripping pussy. “Always so wet for me…”,he hummed, “I know how much you want me, and I am going to show you how much I want you”, he said as he worked his fingers in and out of you rapidly while he sucked on your nipples. Your barely there underwear were finally in his way so he pulled them off and slingshot’d them somewhere unknown in the room- not caring about where they landed or how you were going to find them, before plunging his fingers back in and rubbing at your G spot at a frenetic pace. You could feel the pressure building in your belly. Needing an outlet for your own desires, you consciously willed him naked (enjoying that particular power you had) and once your will was done, you reached down and grabbed his cock and begin stroking it. You knew that you didn’t need to, but feeling his length running up and down in your hand felt so good…and you knew that he enjoyed it. “Do you like that?” You choked out. “Yes”, he whispered. “I like it when you touch me.” His fingers rubbed your G spot in time with the strokes you made to his cock. The tingling sensation you were feeling in your fingers and toes was causing your hips to buck. “Oh! Oh!” you cried as you whimpered his name like a mantra as your walls clenched and your juices ran down onto his hand.

 He lifted your ankles to his shoulders and slid easily between your folds with how worked up you were. He leveraged his weight and trapped you between him and the conference table as he speared into you hot and hard. Every thrust sent you sliding backward across the table. Your nails dug into his biceps as his thrusts gained in strength and speed and the table began to groan in protest. Somewhere around the middle of the table Ayno’s hands finally found a grip and you stopped sliding.  You couldn’t help the loud moans escaping your lips and mixed with the sound of skin on skin as his hips slammed into the back of your thighs, the creak of the table and Ayno’s soft grunts, it was intoxicating - you closed your eyes and let it echo in your head and overtake your senses.

You reached between your legs and firmly pinched your clit, rolling the ball of nerves between your fingers. Your mind was empty as you looked at Ayno’s beautiful lust filled face and saw his ab muscles rippling as he drove himself into you. Robbed of the ability to form coherent words, you settled for the vocal equivalent of a keyboard smash as your legs began to shake and your orgasm overtook you. Ayno continued his thrusts until you had ridden out your high before he lowered your legs and unsheathed himself from your over stimulated body.

You laid there on the table, sweaty and panting. Something gleamed out of the corner of your eye and lolled your head to the left. It was a small red light. The world came back into focus as the realization hit you: Ayno’s hand had finally found purchase on the command console in the center of the table…which was where the red indicator light was coming from…on the “Intercom- all office” button. Oh shit. Oh shit no. That thing over-rode everything else…including the music being piped into the party. Your moans of ecstasy weren’t echoing in your head, they had just been echoing through the entire building – including the party in the atrium and on every single floor. Everyone in this building had just heard you and Ayno going at it on the conference table. You reached over and gently pressed the button again, watching as the light went out.

You were in such a state of shock and horror at the realization of what had just transpired that you almost failed to notice Ayno’s naked body, covered in a light sheen of perspiration, planking over you. His eyes, still burgundy ringed with pink, bored into you. “Have we reached an understanding Mistress? Or would you like me to explain it again?”

“I got the memo, and while I’d love to go over it again, I think this is not the place.”

*          *          *

It had only taken a few moments for you to assess the situation. Your up-do was ruined, you were sweaty and smelled like sex, and you couldn’t find your underwear. You were a hot mess. Worse, the keys to the apartment – and the car- were in your purse that Ayno had politely coat-checked…right by the front doors of the building…so any thoughts of sneaking out an exit door on another floor and just going home without having to see anyone were dashed. You were going to have to do the ultimate walk of shame. The only good thing you could say was that it took only a heartbeat for you to desire Ayno back into the red GQ suit – and there he was- looking like nothing had happened.

As soon as you had finger combed your hair, adjusted your dress, and given up hunting for your thong, Ayno un-tinted the windows and released the door.

The hallway and elevator bank were mercifully empty.

If the elevator ride up had seemed to take forever, the ride down felt like an express. You wanted to just stand in the corner, but Ayno wasn’t having it. He pulled you to his side and wrapped one long arm possessively around your waist.

You took a deep steadying breath, squared your shoulders and lifted your chin as the elevator thumped to a stop. The bell dinged, the doors slid open, and your heart began pounding. Maybe the system was turned off? Maybe everyone was so drunk they wouldn’t notice you?

No such luck. While you were sure it wasn’t really the whole room it felt like everyone turned to stare at the two of you. You felt your face go hot, and you were certain that your cheeks matched Ayno’s suit. Ayno, who wasn’t the least bit embarrassed, kept his arm tightly around you and steered you straight into the crowd. You heard giggles, saw knowing smiles, got some judgmental frowns with accompanying head shakes, and a few hissed “yes girl!”s as you passed people. You saw Kara & Tenley over by the snack table, both sporting giant grins, who as soon as they caught your eye held up a cocktail napkin in each hand like Olympic judges- at least they gave you four 10.00s. You were almost there when Santa, who was in fact Ernie from Accounting, walked by and said “Ooooo! Someone’s on the naughty list now!” …and you could have sworn Brandon from IT high fived Ayno who simply continued strutting along unfazed, with a cat-that-ate-the-canary smirk on his face.

You finally reached the coat check, and Ayno handed the pimple-faced college age clerk the ticket. He returned a moment later with your coat and bag, looked at Ayno and said, “Well at least I don’t have to ask if you two enjoyed the party.” You snatched your bag from him and pushed your way out onto the freezing sidewalk, making a beeline for your car. A moment later, you heard Ayno’s laughter as he ran up behind you and threw your coat around your shoulders before sweeping you up into his arms and carrying you the rest of the way.

 *          *          *

When you got out of the shower, Ayno was lounging on the bed shirtless in a pair of pajama pants. The intense gaze had never left his eyes, so you avoided it by heading to the mirror to comb out your hair. You were about three strokes in when you felt yourself being pulled backwards around the waist. Looking down you saw the red energy rope that was dragging you to your demon’s waiting arms. As soon as you got there, he pulled you against him and the ropes wrapped around the two of you, binding you together. You remembered that struggling would make them tighter, so decided to just enjoy the feeling of being forced against him without escape. The intense look in his eyes was now accompanied by an arched eyebrow. He knew your mind was busy. He was waiting.

You sighed. “I’m sorry about tonight. I know I ruined the party for you…I get so nervous & stressed about things like this… I feel like I keep questioning you Ayno, and it’s not fair. Never once have you not been perfectly clear about your desires, feelings or intentions. So, no more – it’s not your fault I’m being insecure. I apologize for treating you this way, and I will do better.”

Ayno smiled and pressed his lips to your forehead. “I am not upset. I understand. The reality of me challenges everything mortals assume demons to be. We are all supposed to be ugly, deceitful minions of evil, not humanoid in appearance and capable of honesty and feelings. This is not about you or me – it is about whoever damaged your heart before I came. Your questioning comes from fear- the fear that you will experience the same pain again. I am used to this. Do you think I am summoned by people who feel secure and happy and loved? Quite the opposite. I am called to fill a void, and my temporary nature makes me ‘safe’. I told you, I will take good care of you and I will not hurt you. I promise this. You may doubt all you wish. I will just keep explaining it to you over and over and over until you know”, he said kissing your cheeks gently as he finished.

You kissed him deeply before meeting his eyes. “I already know Ayno. But I’m happy to let you remind me as often as possible.”

And with that, Ayno turned out the lights, and reminded you again.

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If You Take a Demon to Thanksgiving... (18+)

Supernatural AU

Pairing: demon! Ayno (Noh YoonHo) VAV  x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff/ Humor and SMUT

Warnings: Explosions, Destruction, Unprotected sex (wrap it up people), foul language, use of the word “cock”

Word Count: 3277

AN: This is a continuation of Summoned so if you haven’t read that one, I recommend you read that one first! 

12 Days of Demon Ayno (Christmas) : Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9

Happy Thanksgiving!

In retrospect, taking the boyfriend you had only been with for a month to Thanksgiving probably wasn’t the best idea you’ve ever had. The fact that said boyfriend was also a demon that had been summoned specifically to fulfill your sexual fantasies, and your family was dysfunctional at best made the idea really really bad.

As distasteful as the idea of actually being human was to him, Ayno made a concerted effort to pretend to be one – to the best of his ability. As a demon, he didn’t need to sleep or eat or shower…or anything…he was just available 24 hrs a day to fulfill your every desire…and the fact that he always knew exactly what you desired- be it a cupcake or his cock- the moment you desired it, sometimes made things a bit complicated. Especially when it involved anyone but the two of you.

You had spent the week leading up to Thanksgiving explaining the holiday to Ayno, and going over a rather detailed chart you drew up of the part of your family you’d be visiting. He memorized the chart and asked questions about your step-father with his need to baby the dog and unhealthy addiction to reality TV, your mother’s obsession with decorating the house via Pinterest and her perpetually drunk brother, and your worthless step-brother (in the process learning what a “misdemeanor” and a “felony” were)…but really he just wanted to watch “A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving” over and over.

You arrived promptly at 11 for a 2pm “dinner” with the promise to Ayno that you’d leave as soon as the dishes were done.

You barged through the door of your childhood home loudly calling “Hi Mom!” as you headed straight for the kitchen. “Hi honey! Oh! …and who’s this?” she asked glancing speculatively at the handsome stranger lurking over your shoulder. “Mom, this is Ayno. My…boyfriend. Ayno, this is my Mom.”  “Hi” he greeted. Sticking to the plan of keeping things simple and saying as little as possible. “Hello Ayno. Welcome.” Your mom replied before turning to you and saying pointedly “I wasn’t aware you were dating anyone…” You shrugged. “Surprise? I have a…boyfriend.” You said unapologetically. “I’m going to show Ayno around.” You said as you dragged him away from your mother before she could start asking questions.

In the den, you found your step-dad, milk-toast aunt and alcoholic uncle watching the football pregame while drinking beer and eating chips & dip. They barely acknowledged your presence, and if they were surprised to see you with a six foot Asian man following you around, they didn’t show it.

You poked your head into the dining room and checked out the table, already resplendent with a lace table cloth, battery powered pillar candles, and a giant turkey shaped tureen in the center – despite the fact that no soup was set to be served.

The living room, you explained as you crossed through it, was for looks only. Touching- or worse, sitting on-  your mother’s special furniture or disturbing her artistically arranged designer throw pillows was not tolerated.

Large sliding glass doors in the living room led to the patio and backyard. The patio had been swept and there was a stack of plastic chairs and tables to be set up. Your step father’s adored mutt, Patches, came running right up to Ayno, putting his paws up on his leg, demanding ear scratches which the soft demon happily supplied.  “What is that?” Ayno asked, pointing to a metal cylinder sitting in the middle of the yard. You walked over and examined it. “I think it’s a deep fryer.” You said suspiciously. “I think my step dad and uncle are going to try to deep fry the turkey.” You shook your head- this seemed like a bad idea. “At least my mom is making a ham, so something will be edible.”

“What is that?” Ayno asked again, this time pointing to the large oak tree in the corner of the yard. You laughed, “That is my treehouse! It was my favorite escape as a kid. C’mon, I’ll show you.” A moment later you had dragged Ayno across the yard and were climbing up the rickety ladder with him. You shoved hard, and the hatch opened to reveal the small space that had seemed so big in childhood. It was covered in dust, and the walls still had faded posters from your pre-teen years. “I spent hours up here. It was my happy place. I always envisioned it as being an escape and a private place during my teen years…but…that’s not how things worked out.” Sensing your wistfulness, Ayno bent his head and kissed you sweetly.

The moment was interrupted by the sound of a car door signaling the arrival of your step-brother and voices in the yard. “Oh good! Ayno! C’mere & give us a hand with this.” Your step dad called as you descended the ladder. Ayno squeezed your hand reassuringly and went to help them.

The rest of the day proceeded like most awkward family events. Inappropriate and embarrassing stories were told, too many snacks and too much alcohol was consumed. Ayno stuck by you working in the kitchen, happy to do whatever was asked of him, and content to let you deflect conversation and answer questions about him. Eventually he felt comfortable enough to go sit on the patio with everyone and listen to your family’s chatter. Everyone seemed to think he was nice, if not a little odd.

You had serious doubts about the sanctity of the meal when your drunk uncle announced it was time to do the turkey, and came into the kitchen where you were assembling more snacks and yanked the still frozen fowl from the freezer and headed for the backyard.

In the next 3 minutes of your life events occurred simultaneously in what felt like slow motion.

“Will ya all jist shut the hell up? I know what I’m doin’!” your uncle said as he lowered the ice block of bird toward the overfull deep fryer. He released the clip and the turkey dropped like a bomb splashing into the vat and sending boiling oil flying into the air and cascading over the edges of the deep fryer straight into the flame below it. As soon as the frozen meat hit the scalding oil, everything exploded into a giant fireball raining hot flaming oil and chunks of turkey all over the dead un-mowed backyard, causing the whole thing to burst into 3 foot high flames.

The sound of the deep fryer being blown apart startled your mother so badly that she dropped the pan with the ham in it that she had just pulled out of the oven. The chunk of pork bounced out and the pan landed upside down in the middle of the kitchen floor, bubbling ham juice running out and turning the white tile brown. Something brushed passed your leg, and you looked down just in time to see Patches run into the kitchen making a beeline for the downed ham. Your mother saw it too, and she tried to run and grab the meat before the dog made off with the only (mostly) surviving entrée, forgetting about the bourbon and brown sugar grease lake that now coated the floor. You watched helplessly as her feet hit the grease and slipped right out from under her and she landed face down in the gooey puddle with a thunk on her right arm.

A blur out of your opposite eye diverted your attention back to the yard where your step-father was beating your slightly- on- fire uncle with a dry crispy chamois from the garage yelling “Roll, Duke, roll!!” He was distracted and missed the moment it became obvious that your step-brother had flunked high school chemistry class, because he turned the hose on to the raging grease fire turning it into what would later be known in your family as The Turkey Inferno.

You stood there, stupidly, as the mayhem raged around you, with a useless crudité platter in one hand and your forgotten cell phone in the other. You heard sirens in the distance, and hoped they were heading your way. And then, another sound: laughter. You looked over to see Ayno, laughing so hard he was crying, huge smile and face lit up, so delighted he was slumped back in the plastic lawn chair clapping his hands and his feet. “It looks just like the Seven Pools of the Damned!” he cried excitedly.

*          *          *

Two hours later, you were a hot, sweaty, filthy mess. After the fire department had arrived and hosed down the back yard in some kind of foam, and the ambulance had taken your mom and uncle to the hospital; you got to work cleaning up the kitchen, which was not only a disaster from the whirlwind of cooking, but now included the ham lake and burned sweet potatoes that had been forgotten in the oven. Ayno had helpfully begun un-setting the table and cleaning up the back patio.

Patches, having feasted on a whole ham and who knew what else, began throwing up and having explosive diarrhea all over the house. It was while cleaning up the 5th pile of puke that you discovered your good for nothing step-brother was sitting in the den watching football leaving you to do all the work. You handed him the paper towels and cleaning solution and told him to get off his lazy ass and clean up after the dog…he elected to go to the hospital to “check in on everyone”.

That was it. You were done. Everyone but you and Ayno had gone to the hospital, you hadn’t seen him for a while, and you weren’t sure where he was, and at the moment you didn’t actually care. You had a splitting headache and you were not doing this by yourself. You walked into the guest room and fell face down onto the bed.

You had no idea how long you had slept, but it was dark when you felt Ayno gently shake you awake. “No? Wha-“was all you got out before Ayno gave a soft “Shhhh” and placed his finger to your lips. He looped your arms around his neck and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he stood up, yanking the quilt off the bed and wrapping it around you as he carried you through the dark house and across the still smoking backyard. He walked straight to the treehouse, and climbed the rickety ladder with you still wrapped around him like a baby koala.

Now you knew where he’d gotten to. He had cleaned up the tree house, and covered the entire floor in pillows that he’d swiped from the house. He’d even grabbed the battery powered candles from the dinner table, so the whole thing was bathed in soft fake candlelight. He set you down in the pile of pillows and closed the hatch.

Without a word he pulled you onto his lap and began kissing you. Softly at first, his hands on the sides of your face, but becoming harder and more needy by the second as his fingers threaded through your hair and his tongue plundered your mouth. He broke away long enough to pull your sweater off over your head, before returning his lips to your now exposed neck. His mouth worked its way from your jawline to your shoulder in a long trail of wet kisses punctuated by gentle sucking and bites that were just harsh enough you knew they would leave marks. You were so distracted by his mouth that you almost missed his hands unfastening your bra and tossing it to the side. The cold air coming in contact with your fully exposed breasts caused them to immediately flush and harden. You reached down and grabbed Ayno’s sweater and turtleneck and yanked them both off of him at the same time, desperate to press your cold skin against his unnatural warmth. He obliged you, taking the opportunity to begin marking up your shoulder as he hiked your skirt up over your thighs letting it pool around your waist. His hand slipped down to begin rubbing your throbbing clit through your silky underwear. You moaned softly and pressed your mound harder against his hand. Ayno lifted your hips slightly and re-settled you on his right thigh. “Ride it”, he whispered. You nodded and began rolling your hips against the rough fabric of his jeans, trying desperately to satisfy the ache he had created in your core. You gasped as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud, and then hollowing out his cheeks and sucking. You quickened your pace and trembled slightly at the friction. Breathy moans spilled from your lips as you felt your climax building and your thighs starting to shake. “Ayno…” you moaned, without slowing your pace, causing him to release your nipple with a lewd pop. “Ready to cum baby?” he asked rubbing your sides soothingly. You nodded and whined as your walls began clenching around nothing, feeling your wetness release and soak through Ayno’s pants to his skin. You dropped your head to his shoulder “Not enough, not enough…” you whined into his ear, “Fill me…please…” you begged. Ayno laid back into the pile of pillows unbuckling his belt so you could drag his pants to his ankles. You wasted no time pulling his boxer briefs down behind them, watching as his erect cock sprung free. You straddled his hips and he gently stroked himself a few times before holding it vertically so you could slide onto him. You moaned as you felt the tip of his length at your entrance, already so wet that you pushed him easily between your folds, until he was fully buried in you. Soft high pitched noises came from your mouth as you circled your hips feeling his slight movements deep within you as his fingers rubbed circles on your clit in time with your movements. Knowing you needed more, he lifted your hips up, and began jackhammering in and out of your sopping pussy from below. Every stroke the head of his cock pounded into your cervix, causing you to throw your head back and cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. “Oh fuck yes! Don’t stop…” you gritted out through clenched teeth as your vision got hazy and your second orgasm hit you and you could swear the whole room was moving. Ayno released his grip on you and let you slide back down his shaft while he rolled his hips to let you come down from the high, but you still felt like you couldn’t get enough. You put your hands on the top of his pecs, fingers digging into his shoulders for leverage as you began lifting your hips up and slamming back into his harshly. The whole treehouse creaked and moaned with every thrust. “Not enough baby?” he asked breathlessly. “Noooo…” you moaned, “I just…I need…you feel so good…” you whined.

You thrust down hard and suddenly there was a loud crack. Not your imagination this time, the whole floor jolted down and tilted to the left. You froze. “Ayno…I think we have a problem…” He opened his mouth to reply when there was a loud snap and the entire floor detached with you and Ayno riding it like an elevator to hell, and went crashing to the ground below, pillows flying everywhere. Unable to be harmed by something as trivial as a six foot drop, Ayno wrapped himself protectively around you, holding your head to his chest and covering you with his arms.

Suddenly the still of the evening was split by the sounds of voices you knew all too well. “Oh my God!!” “What the shit was that?!” “Oh hell! The patio cover didn’t collapse did it?!” as the backyard floodlights came on and your family, having returned from the hospital unnoticed by you; came running across the yard to find you and Ayno, mostly naked, obviously in the middle of copulation, laying in the middle of the destroyed treehouse. You stared at them. They stared at you. Then it seemed your mother gathered her wits and took in the situation, a look of horror crossing her face as she screamed “OH MY GOD!! ARE THOSE MY CHENILLE THROW PILLOWS??? THOSE ARE POTTERY BARN!!” Ayno burst out laughing.

*          *          *

An hour after you got home you were feeling much better having showered off the horrific events of the day and slipped into your PJs. You found Ayno lounging on the couch in flannel pants and an oversize sweatshirt…hair having suddenly turned platinum blonde but his eyes still a deep chocolate brown according to your whims. He sat up just enough to grab you and pull you down to lay on top of him, wrapping his arms around you and giving you a quick kiss in the process.

“I have enjoyed this ‘Thanksgiving’. We should definitely participate in this more often. When is the next one?” Ayno asked happily.

“Sorry sweetheart. Thanksgiving is a once a year thing. There won’t be another one until November of next year.” you informed him.

“Very well. Then I will look forward to it.” he said with a smile.

“Ayno? You do understand that I mean 365 days from now?” you clarified.

He nodded. “I understand your measurements of time.” he said matter-of-factly.

You laid there stunned for a moment. Ayno was talking about a year from now…still being here a year from now. This was the first mention of anything long term, of some kind of permanence to the situation.

Ever attuned to you, Ayno looked you straight in the eyes and asked softly “Am I really your boyfriend?”

“Do you know what a boyfriend is?” you countered.

“Yes! ‘A male that is close to your heart. He is the one you can't stand to go a day without seeing. He provides everything you need, including sex, love, protection, comfort and an escape from the world. A lover who admires you for who you are. Knowing him makes you a better person. And being with him makes you smile.’”

Well. That was a startlingly accurate description. “Ayno, where did you hear that?”

“Urban Dictionary.”

“…and did Urban Dictionary tell you what a girlfriend is?”

“Uh-huh. ‘A female who you love, admire, respect, and desire to be with; a girl who makes you laugh, smile and who brings out the best in you, the one person that you should value over every other thing. You must protect her for she is the most special thing that could ever happen to you. She’s someone that you want to hug and kiss all the time and make love to, and is also able to bleed for a week without dying.’” He paused. “I find this description to be accurate of my feelings toward you...but I do not know if I meet the boyfriend requirements.”

You smiled down at him. “You more than meet them. Do you want to really want to be my boyfriend Ayno?”

He grinned. “Yes! In over 800 years I have never had a ‘girlfriend’. I promise I will take good care of you.”

“You already do.” You said as you snuggled into him and laid your head on his chest.

“So since I must wait for Thanksgiving again, is there another holiday that…how did your mother put it? We can ‘ruin forever’?” he asked hopefully.

“There’s a whole calendar full babe”, you laughed ruefully, “A whole calendar full.”

[excindrela]

12 Days of Demon Ayno- Day 6 (18+)

Supernatural AU

Pairing: demon! Ayno (Noh YoonHo) VAV / Female reader

Genre: Fluff/ and graphic SMUT

Warnings: occult, oral (female receiving), unprotected car sex

Word Count: 2076

AN: Welcome to Day 6 of the 12 Days of Demon Ayno! As promised, more SMUT!  I love feedback- so if there’s something you like, or something you want to see- tell me!! Thanks to everyone who has stuck with me on this- sorry I’m so slow!! 

Demon Ayno: Summoned, Thanksgiving, 12 Days: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9

On the 6th Day of Christmas: You got snowed in with Ayno

The gentle chiming of the alarm on your phone woke you at 9. You fumbled for the device to hit the snooze, but Ayno got to it first. He was awake, of course, but laying next to you with his arms encircling you. You stretched and snuggled back into the warmth of his body. He kissed your forehead and pulled you closer until your head rested on his chest. He obligingly hit the snooze for you four more times before you were drowsy, but awake.

“Hi” he said, “Sleep good?”

“Mmm, yes”, you said placing soft kisses on his chest. “I always sleep good when you’re here. Were you bored all night?”

He shook his head. “No. Just laid here thinking.”

“What were you thinking about?” you asked resting your chin on his pecs.

“Yesterday.”

You stilled against him. Sensing your distress, he pulled you up until your heads were even and rolled you over so he was above you.

“I feel better today. I wanted you to know you were right: it is better that we talk about…me. What is the word you use when you are worried and nervous and upset, but you keep it inside?”

“Stress.”

“Yes. Much less of that in me now. I was always afraid if you thought too much about what I really am that you would reject me. I know we only talked a little, but it was still a lot to take in…you were so accepting…it made me happy and not afraid. …and last night…I was so proud when you introduced me as your boyfriend…we looked like all the other couples, right? I passed as human? I was ok?”

You placed your hands on his cheeks and lifted your head to kiss him. “Yes. You were perfect. Totally human.” You paused and brushed his bangs out of his eyes, “I am not afraid of you Ayno, and I’m glad you’re mine.”

The smile he gave was like sunshine, and he followed it with an achingly sweet kiss. And then another, and another…which was then interrupted by the very loud growling of your stomach.

He looked down at your belly and laughed “Oooo, time to feed my human!”  

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Anyone paying attention to what Ayno ate at brunch might have called his humanity into question. He had the traditional custom omelet and bacon; but he followed it up with three slabs of the rarest prime rib imaginable, a mound of Waldorf salad, six servings of eggs benedict (“The sauce is so tangy!”), a good two pounds of chilled crab legs, one of everything on the dessert table, and washed it down with eleven mimosas. Fortunately, your friends from the party that you ended up sitting with didn’t seem to notice. Mostly it was just maddening that he could eat simply for the joy of eating and experiencing all the flavors without ever gaining an ounce, needing to expel waste, or worrying that he was going to give himself some form of gastric distress.

After brunch you changed into comfy clothes for the drive, loaded your luggage into the SUV and headed back to the city. You came down the winding mountain roads from the resort just fine, but as soon as you came into the pass, it was a very different story.

The storm front you had seen on the news seemed to have stalled out right here. Everything was white- it was like driving in a cloud- and snow was coming down heavily with the wind blowing it straight into your windshield. It looked like hyper-space from every science fiction movie you had ever seen- and took visibility to almost nothing. There was so much snow on the road you could feel your tires slipping despite that fact that you weren’t even doing a double-digit speed.

Another half mile down the road you saw the red white and blue blinking lights of the highway patrol accented by the yellow flashers of the highway services vehicles as they used flares to wave you and the rest of the weekend traffic to the side of the road.

Ayno looked concerned. “What is happening?”

“We’re being stopped- they’ve closed the road because there’s too much snow and ice for cars to drive safely. There’s a red bandana in the glove box- I need to tie it to the antenna.”

“Why?”

“So if the car gets buried by snow hopefully it doesn’t go up that high and rescue workers will see the bandana and know there is a car here they need to dig out.”

Ayno chivalrously got out and tied the bandanna to the antenna before jumping back into the car and sitting in the driver seat.

“Strange view from over here!” he said looking at the steering wheel and all the gauges.” Now what happens?”

“Well we have to wait for the storm to pass and highway services to plow the road. We could be stuck here for several hours.”

“I will be fine… but won’t you get cold?”

“Yes, and I could run the heater, but I run the risk of either a) running out of gas or b) suffocating if the tail pipe gets covered in snow. But that’s why I keep a packable down blanket- along with a hat, gloves, water & snacks in the back. There’s also a deck of cards… I suppose I could teach you to play gin.”

Ayno looked around at the rapidly fogging windows his eyes began to glow that particular shade of burgundy and he smiled and said, “I can think of much better ways to pass the time.”

He climbed over and straddled you in the passenger seat and begin kissing you deeply as he pushed the seat back as far as it would go, and then lifted the lever to lower the seat back until you were almost laying flat. His breath was hot against your neck as he began kissing and biting at it while he worked you out of your down jacket and threw it onto the floor in the back seat. He sucked harshly at the tender skin, creating the kind of marks that you knew would have you wearing turtlenecks for the next week.

Then he slid off of you until he was kneeling in the footwell- hooking his fingers on the waist of your yoga pants and tugging them down with him. He yanked off your boots and the pants and discarded them with the jacket before he lifted your shirt exposing your belly as he left wet kisses that made you shiver in the cool of the car. He slowly began rubbing his thumb over your mound and slit, feeling the dampness permeate the thin fabric of your silky underwear. He brought his mouth down to gently bite at you through the fabric, his nose nuzzling against your sensitive spot as he ran his fingers just under the edge of the lace- but not letting them stray where you most wanted them. “Ayno…what are you doing??”

He grinned mischievously. “Exactly what you think I’m doing.” He began softly kissing and nipping at your inner thighs, a half smile playing at his lips every time he heard a small gasp. He gently rolled the silky panties over your thighs and down your shins to the floor as he brought your knees to rest on his shoulders. Lifting your hips up, you cried out as he fastened his mouth to your already moist core, taking long laps up and down between your folds. You sighed in pleasure as he sucked gently on the lips and swirled his tongue around your clit. “Oooh you taste so good... so sweet...” he cooed as he brought his whole face down and begin plunging his tongue in and out of your sopping hole. Your hips bucked against his face as he held on tight and tongue fucked you furiously. “Oh oh oh...uuuhhhh…” you moaned incoherently as the feeling of his hot tongue inside of you sent waves of pleasure through your body. You grabbed his hair and pushed his face harder against you. He licked faster and harder until he finally took your clit gently between his teeth and flicked the tip of his tongue across it repeatedly as you clenched in pleasure and juices spilled out of you.

Ayno struggled out of the skinny jeans he was wearing and added them to the pile of clothes in the back. He lifted your legs back to his shoulders as he brought himself up to kneel on the seat with you between his thighs. He grabbed his stiff cock and angled it down to your waiting hole, pushing himself in with three good thrusts. Then he reached up and lifted your calves so the balls of your feet braced against the ceiling as he arched back and put his elbows on the dash for leverage as he began thrusting into you with his cock grazing along the top of your wet tunnel and slamming into your g-spot. Despite the awkward angle, he had excellent leverage allowing him to pound into your pussy mercilessly. “Oh fuck Ayno-yes!! Uhhh! Fuck! Don’t stop!” You cried out as you pressed one hand against the foggy window the other reaching across to grip the side of the driver’s seat as your curling toes pushed into the headliner. You pried your cold fingers from the window to wedge them in between your folds and gently squeeze your clit. The pressure pushed you toward the edge and you began to moan as your high approached. Your knees began to buckle until Ayno smacked your ass. “Uh-uh baby- keep those legs up- I wanna see you cum for me.” “Aaaagghh..Aynooooo!” you cried out when the space behind your eyes began to glitter and your legs shook as your orgasm overtook you. 

Ayno’s pace slowed and you gasped as he pulled out of you and the cold air hit your drenched pussy and thighs. He lowered your shaking legs and leaned over your body to kiss you and move your sweat dampened hair from your forehead.

He climbed into the back seat and rummaged around in the rear cargo area until he found the blanket, and then using your discarded jackets as a pillow he stretched out and made himself comfortable in the backseat. “Can you move baby? Come back here and let me keep you warm.” At Ayno’s bidding you attempted to move, your body shaking from both the cold and your release. You joined him in the backseat, laying mostly on top of him under the blanket, snuggling into his warm body with your head in the crook of his neck. “Good? Ok?” he checked. You nodded “Mmmmhmmm.” He kissed your forehead, “I think this was better than playing cards.” You had to laugh, “Definitely.” He squeezed you a little tighter, “Sleep. I will wake you when they tell us we can leave.”

You woke to the feel of icy air on your face and the sound of voices. When you opened your eyes, you were alone on the back seat and Ayno was trying to shimmy back into his pants on the floor. You giggled at him, and he crawled right over to kiss you. “The snowplow is coming now. We can drive in about twenty minutes.”

“Good. Because I really have to pee.”

Ayno laughed and handed you your yoga pants. “I do not think I can help with this problem.”

“Nope! But there’s a gas station with a convenience store and restrooms about ten miles away at the bottom of the pass. We can get coffees and snacks too.”

“Mmmmm! Salt and vinegar chips!” he said excitedly with a little clap of his hands.

You laughed at him “Yes and vanilla coffee.”

He pulled you down onto the floor with him and held you tight for a long moment. “I had a very good weekend. Thank you. Maybe we could go somewhere again? I would like to see the pineapple place one day.”

“Hawaii. Pineapples come from a series of islands in the Pacific called Hawaii. It’s warm and beautiful there…well, so I’m told. I’ve never been.”

“Islands…they have beaches? I would like to go there and lay on the beach with you. Goals.” he affirmed.

You looked through the foggy windows at the mounds of snow. “Good goal Ayno.” You said with a smile.