no man has ever made me come, not even close to that
so, could you write reader experiencing that frustration, telling hunt how boring sex while out drinking, and him proving how wrong she is?
have a nice day!! 💕
I feel you. This might just be my beef with the patriarchy talking but I swear men act like it's harder than it is because they're lazy. But Hunt knows what's up. Have a nice day, honey!💜
Electric Feel
Hunt Athalar x f!Reader
Warnings: smut below the cut, oral f!receiving, overstimulation, p in v sex, minors dni, not proofread
Slumped down in the cushions of the sofa, you sipped your wine, half-watching ‘Fangs and Bangs’ while talking with your friend, Hunt. The angel groaned dramatically from where he lounged on his chair, twisting his sunball cap to cover his eyes. “Please change the channel! I can’t take this shit anymore,” he pleaded, his voice muffled by the fabric of his cap.
Scoffing at his ridiculous attitude, you reached for the remote. “Gods, okay, I’m changing it. I’m tired of this show anyway. They play up the sex like it’s so great when it’s so overhyped,” you grumbled, more to yourself than to Hunt. His attention was caught, however - Hunt practically leaping from where he sat, sunball cap forgotten to the floor as he leaned towards you in interest.
“What do you mean, ‘it’s so overhyped’?” he pressed, brown eyes boring into you. Setting down the remote, you turned to face him, blinking as you realized how close he was to you. You swallowed, forcing in a deep breath as you met Hunt’s intense gaze.
“I mean, it’s not as great as people make it seem. Half the time, it’s not even enjoyable. Not to mention a guy has never even been able to make me cum.” Hunt jumped back as if you were the one throwing around lightning bolts.
“You’ve never had an orgasm?!” Hunt practically shouted, mouth hanging open as he gaped at you.
Reaching forward, you swatted his massive bicep. “Say it louder - someone at the bottom of the Istros might not have heard you!” With a huff, you plopped back down against the sofa. “And I haven’t never had an orgasm. I know how to get myself off. It’s just males who don’t know what they’re doing in bed.”
Hunt had the audacity to laugh, leaning back in his seat as he laced his hands together behind his head. “That’s not an issue I’ve ever had.” You whipped your head to see a cocky grin on his face that you were determined to wipe off.
With a sickeningly sweet smile, you retorted, “you do know that females fake it, right? I wonder how many have faked it with you.” You found yourself successful in removing his smile, immediately regretting it as Hunt’s eyes darkened, his arms slowly dropping to his sides.
Wings slightly flaring out behind him, Hunt answered you, his voice lethally quiet. “If you would like to test that theory, I would be more than willing to show you how real I can make your orgasm.”
You refused to give Hunt the upper hand in this conversation. Sure that he would back down, you decided to challenge him. “Okay,” you said in the most nonchalant tone that you could manage. His brown eyes widened, a distinct change in his scent as Hunt blinked at you. You weren’t expecting this reaction - fully thinking that Hunt would blow the conversation off as a joke. But as his wings twitched behind him, you realized Hunt wanted this, and you startled at the realization that you did too.
Hunt noticed your change in scent, arousal now hanging thick in the air as you and your best friend eyed each other hungrily. “If we do this, promise me that things won’t get weird between us. This is just for you to enjoy yourself - I don’t want to lose my best friend because sex made it awkward.”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the cocky angel. “I think I can refrain from falling in love with you. Sex has proven to be the quickest way for me to get over a guy.” Turning beet red when you heard how that sounded, you were quick to amend, “not that there’s anything about you to get over! Like, I’m not under you, you know.” Oh gods, this was embarrassing.
Hunt just laughed, pulling your hands away from your face to gently hold one, rubbing soothing circles across the back of it. “Well, let’s get you under me, then,” he said with a wink, yanking you up by your hand before he threw you over his shoulder with ease. You squealed, shouting in protest as he carried you to your bedroom.
Hunt just smacked your ass in response, earning a gasp before he threw you on the bed. He ripped off his shirt, baring his toned chest as he crawled over your body. The butterflies that erupted in your stomach were making it difficult to breathe, looking up at your friend as you prepared to cross the point of no return.
“Are you still alright with this?” Hunt whispered, his features softening as he brought a hand to hold your cheek. You nodded, taking a deep breath as you removed your top, now left only in your bra and leggings beneath him. “Beautiful,” he whispered, one hand immediately finding your breast as his lips gravitated towards your neck.
As Hunt kissed and licked his way down your neck, his hand pushed the cup of your bra down, palming your breast before tugging the nipple, earning a gasp from you that made him chuckle against your skin. He continued kissing his way down, yanking your bra down to completely expose your chest, flicking his tongue against your tweaked nipple. You mewled at the sensation, writhing under Hunt’s firm hold as he repeated his actions to your other breast. This sex was already better than most you had before, but you wouldn’t give Hunt the satisfaction of telling him that. “Gods, Hunt. Do you plan on fucking me or are you just going to tease all night?”
Hunt looked up at you, his eyes nearly black as he flashed a wicked grin. “Oh, I’ll let you come on my cock. But I’ll take my time making you come with my hands and tongue first.” You blushed at his words, biting your lip as you watched the angel continue his path down your stomach, large hands gripping the waistband of your leggings.
Hunt dipped down, pressing his nose to your center as he breathed in your scent through your clothes. Whimpering at his teasing touch, you wiggled your hips in a silent request for more. Kissing your clit through the fabric, Hunt lightly dragged his teeth and lips over your core, a slow taunt before he finally tugged your leggings down, leaving you finally and fully bare for him.
Throwing your clothing to the side, Hunt sat up slightly as he admired your figure before spreading your legs wide. “So beautiful,” he murmured again, breath warm against your clit. You huffed out another quiet plea, thanking the gods when Hunt finally lolled his tongue out, licking a stripe up your core.
You sighed in relief, hands threading through his long black hair as Hunt groaned against you, sending vibrations straight to your core. Lips wrapped around your clit, sucking as his tongue flicked out against the bud. You felt the familiar coil tightening, faster than you’d ever been able to get yourself there, and you tugged on Hunt’s hair in warning as you threatened to come undone.
With a smirk against your clit, Hunt pulled you closer to him, doubling down his efforts as you came with a scream. He kept your hips pinned, unrelenting as he pushed a finger inside of you, still working your clit with his tongue. Legs shaking, you clumsily tried to push his head away, breathless pleas leaving your lips as the overstimulation had you seeing stars.
Hunt pushed another finger inside of you, a gentle stretch as he curled them against your walls, hitting the perfect spot over and over. Praises or curses - you didn’t know - were pouring from your lips as you felt your orgasm building again. You clenched around Hunt’s fingers, the angel taking that as a sign to make the move he’d been waiting for. Brown eyes locked on yours as he brought the tip of his tongue to your clit, a zap of lightning sending you over the edge again.
Your voice was hoarse from screaming his name as Hunt climbed back up your body, caging you in his arms. That cocky smirk had returned to his face, but you could only nod at him. “Okay, you made your point,” you breathed out, reaching up to brush Hunt’s hair behind his ear.
The smirk never left his face as the angel kneed your legs apart, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Earlier you were begging for me to hurry up and fuck you. Are you sure you can take it?”
You weren’t sure if you could, but your aching body was still desperate for more, as much of his touch as you could get. You nodded, moving to shove Hunt’s sweatpants down his hips. He groaned against your neck, “good girl,” pressing a kiss to the skin before shuffling his pants the rest of the way off.
Your eyes widened at the size of his cock, fresh arousal pooling in your core at the sight. “Hunt, I need you,” you whispered, looping your ankles around his waist to guide him closer.
“I’ve waited so long to hear you say that,” Hunt murmured, looking in your eyes as he pushed into you. His head hung, resting in the crook of your shoulder, your own jaw dropping in a silent moan at the feeling of him filling you. After a moment, Hunt began thrusting at a brutal pace, throwing both of your legs over his shoulders as he gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises.
You were a moaning mess when Hunt flipped you over like a rag doll, pushing your face into the mattress as he took you from behind. He hit the perfect spot inside of you at this angle, eliciting loud moans as you clawed helplessly at the sheets. Hunt twitched inside of you, spilling his release as he brought his hands to your breasts, small shocks on your nipples shooting straight to your core as you spiraled into your third orgasm of the night.
You collapsed into the mattress, Hunt slowly pulling out and padding off towards the bathroom. He returned with a damp cloth, cleaning you up before pulling the covers over the both of you. The angel brushed your hair out of your face, his earlier smirk replaced with a genuine smile, brown eyes glittering in the dim light. “Thank you for letting me be the first man to make you finish.”
You smiled back at him, mischief dancing in your eyes. “I think I would be okay with doing that again.” Hunt laughed, pulling you into his chest as he pressed a kiss to your hair, the both of you eventually falling asleep in each others’ arms.
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Ruhn Danaan: Sweet Relief
Pairing: Ruhn Danaan x female!reader (she/her)
Summary: “You would—you would be open to that?” you asked him quietly. Tentatively.
He let his hand spread across your stomach, and the neutral, cautious expression he was wearing slowly turned into a grin.
“Fuck yeah I would be open to that.”
Warnings: Period Sex, heavy descriptions of period blood, she uses a sanitary pad, p in v sex, slight dirty talk, SWEARING, reader is insecure, she has severe period cramps, spoilers for all of CC, the White Raven is alive, Queen Bryce is here for like 30 seconds, protected sex, orgasming, and Ruhn being a gentleman. This could also work in the Personal universe, but it also works outside of it.
A/N: if anyone can find me a real life Ruhn Danaan, I’d very much appreciate it. I hope you all enjoy this. Thank you to anyone who supports me or my writing. It means a lot. :)
If you’d like to leave a like, comment, reblog, or ask, it is very appreciated <3
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“Give me a break, Bryce,” Ruhn mumbled into his drink.
“I’m serious!” she defended, her amber eyes widening even more.
“The last thing Y/N wants me to do right now is touch her. You’re just trying to get my face bitten off.”
Bryce huffed out of her nose, and set her drink on the sticky wooden bar. Ruhn knew her well enough to know he had delightfully riled her up.
“I’m not fucking around Ruhn. Look it up for fuck’s sake.”
Ruhn shook his head again and chuckled.
“Look, I didn’t want to have to say this, but Hunt and I have tried this many times—”
“Fuck Bryce, okay—”
“—and it’s always worked!” Bryce said, but the end of her sentence was cut off by her own laughter.
Ruhn laughed with her, enough that his shoulders began to shake. He shook his head again, trying to keep any images of his sister locked away from his mind.
“All I’m saying is that even suggesting it would impress her. Trust me.”
Ruhn hummed, thinking of all of the other ways he had tried to impress you, bedroom or otherwise. His drink burned nearly as badly as not having you by his side, laughing along with Bryce and her lack of filter.
He had seen you an hour ago, and you were currently lying in his bed, yet he still managed to ache for you.
“Ache for you?” Was he a fucking teenager?
You made him feel like one, that’s for sure.
Your period had come with a vengeance, and there was no way in Hel you would make it to the White Raven for your weekly drinks with Bryce.
Your words, not his.
You apologized profusely, of course, and told him to tell Bryce that you would make it up to her.
“I know,” he mumbled, and kissed you on the forehead. He offered to stay home with you at least fifty times before you practically shoved him out of the bedroom.
He then explained to Bryce why you were not bound to his side as you usually were, which led Bryce into spilling her “period advice of the century.”
In simple terms: sex. In Bryce’s terms: “Earth-shattering orgasms.”
Which led him here.
“Thanks Bryce,” he replied. “I’ll sure as Hel try.”
Bryce winked at him as she sipped her champagne. She could see how his eyes simmered at the mere mention of your name.
She couldn’t be happier for her brother.
“You’re a better male than half the ones in this bar,” she said quietly. “Most males wouldn’t put their dick anywhere near that.”
He swirled the liquid in his glass, smirking to himself.
“I’m not like most males.”
~*~
You’d never wanted to crawl out of your own skin more than you did that night.
You swore there was a wolf inside of you, scratching and shredding you from the inside out. The muscles from your thighs to your toes tingled with a pins-and-needles sensation, and you felt the blood continuously draining from your face.
Ruhn’s never-ending supply of heating pads and massagers were helping, but the waves were never ending. The first few days were always agony , and there was no part of your body that wasn’t contorting in pain.
You were nauseous, sweating, and fucking pissed.
All you wanted was to go out for drinks with the love of your life and your best friend. That’s all.
You weren’t even strong enough to do that.
You wanted to cry. Everything hurt and you just wanted a few minutes of nothing. No pain, no headaches, no pajamas soaked in sweat. That’s all you needed.
You brought your hands to your lower stomach, pressing the heating pad so tightly against your bare stomach it burned, but you didn’t care. Tears began to dribble down your cheek. Nothing else would make you feel better.
“Y/N?”
Except for that.
You recognized him from his steps alone. He didn’t even need to announce himself.
You heard him discard his boots, setting them on the shoe rack, and unzip his jacket. The fabric ruffled when he set it on its designated hanger, and a plastic bag ruffled as well.
If he brought you back food, you would propose on the spot.
“I have a surprise,” he said from behind the bedroom door.
Your sweat-covered mouth turned into a smile involuntarily. “Will you marry me?”
He chuckled as he opened the door, and your stomach ignited at his beauty. Those butterflies never seemed to disappear around him.
“You know I will,” he replied, and you smiled even wider.
He was in black jeans and a grey T-shirt, with his hair down and clean. His blue eyes pierced the darkness of the room even more so than usual, probably from the drink or two he had with Bryce. His right hand curled around the bag of takeout, highlighting the veins in his forearms.
What really got you, however, was how his broad and muscular body was highlighted by the yellow-toned lamps you had on, making him and his glorious tattoos that much more accentuated. 
Maybe it was your hormones, or maybe it was the way he set his fucking house keys down on the night stand perfectly domestically, but parts of your body began heating up in a way that masked the tension in your muscles just so.
“I brought your favorite,” he said, rocking the bag back and forth in his grip. “Shitty White Raven food always makes you feel better.”
He made you feel better. He always made you feel better.
You nodded, smiling up at him with your hands still pressed firmly against your abdomen.
He set the take-out bag on the night stand as well and sat down on the bed, curving his body to face your own.
He scanned your frame, noting how many chords were stretched across the room to your stomach, and he frowned slightly. He moved his eyes up to your face, and the sticky tears lacing your cheeks were ever present to him.
You gulped, smiling soulfully, and he breathed deeply. Looking at you. Trying to find the right words to say.
He always felt your pain as if it was his own.
“Did you guys get drunk?” you asked teasingly, cutting the tension.
His mouth curved into a small smile. “Not even tipsy.”
You hummed, looking away from him awkwardly.
He inhaled a short breath, and you looked up at him once more. “Can…can I touch you?”
You blinked once. Twice.
“Yeah,” you replied huskily, and he brought his right hand over to your face. His wide thumb brushed the tears from your left cheek, then your right, and your eyes fluttered at the sensation. He then brought his mouth to your forehead, kissing it firmly, before pressing your foreheads together.
Your cramps still stretched up your back, but a thin blanket of bliss coated your body at his tender touch.
He pressed kisses down your nose, landing with one on your mouth, before mumbling.
“Any better?”
You breathed in the smell of his aftershave. “No.”
He swallowed, nodding his head, and pressed his hand atop your own. He pressed down, sinking the heat of the heating pad even deeper into your muscles. You exhaled at this, not even realizing how loud it was, and his fingertips curled around your own.
“Bryce sends her wishes,” he said against your lips. “I believe her exact words were ‘when Mother Nature brings Y/N Y/L/N down, you know it’s fucking bad.’”
You smiled, wishing you could hear those words in her own voice, but you could picture it well enough.
“I missed you tonight,” he mumbled, pecking your lips once more.
“You were gone for an hour baby.”
“I know. Trust me.”
You both laughed at that, and he pulled away from your face to bring his free hand to your face, framing it perfectly.
He brushed your cheek bone with his thumb before bringing it down to your chin.
“I missed you too,” you said. “Anymore Bryce updates?”
Something clouded his eyes at your question. It looked like a mix of anxiety and uncertainty, with a touch of…curiosity?
Your eyebrows came together at this, and you rubbed your thumb against his hand.
“Not really,” he said. “She uh…she just had some advice for me, I guess.”
You tilted your head, urging him to continue.
“Advice?”
“Yeah…period advice.”
You smiled, and snorted a laugh. “I can only imagine what she said.”
He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah. She called it her ‘period advice of the century.’”
“Well then,” you laughed out, “let’s hear it.”
He swallowed harshly, fidgeting with your fingers. Why was he so nervous?
“It’s not something we have tried before, so I don’t want to make you…uncomfortable.”
Uncomfortable? We?
You squeezed his hand. “What is it Ruhn? You can say it.”
He swallowed again, and licked his lips as he shook his head. “She said, and these are her words by the way, not mine, she said that I should give you ‘Earth-shattering orgasms.’”
Your eyes widened. Ruhn kept eye contact with you, desperately trying to gauge how you felt about her advice, but you could barely meet his gaze.
Not when an obscene amount of heat shot down your lower body, and your toes curled at the thought of Ruhn touching you in all the ways you imagined when he walked through the door.
Gods you wanted it. You wanted him. So badly your core began to ache with something other than pain.
His eyes continued to devour yours, unable to read your shock at your own reaction to his words.
“We don’t have to do anything Y/N. That was completely Bryce’s idea, and I didn’t even mention—”
“No, it’s okay,” you said, leaning back on your elbows. “It’s okay.”
He nodded and pressed down on your heating pad, rocking it side to side over your skin to spread the heat.
You nearly moaned.
You’d thought about period sex many times. Even before you met Ruhn. It seemed you could not go a period without remembering the copious amounts of articles you had read, boasting about how orgasms and penetration lessen period cramps dramatically.
You just never thought any male would have an interest.
“You would—you would be open to that?” you asked him quietly. Tentatively.
He let his hand spread across your stomach, and the neutral, cautious expression he was wearing slowly turned into a grin.
“Fuck yeah I would be open to that.”
Holy Hel
“Really?” you asked, your voice raising in disbelief. “It doesn’t… gross you out?”
He softened his smile and shook his head before saying, “Nothing about you would ever gross me out.”
If you didn’t want him to fuck you before, you definitely did now.
Maybe he could smell your change in demeanor already, or maybe he was starting to feel the exact same sensations you were, but he squeezed onto your heating pad that much tighter, flexing his arms all the way up to his shoulders.
“You need to communicate with me Y/N,” he mumbled. His voice was rich with arousal, deepening his already low octave. A rope of tension was beginning to stretch between the both of you. “You owe me nothing. If you want me to stop, tell me to stop. Please.”
You nodded, sitting up higher on your elbows.
“I will. I want you to do the same.”
He nodded, flashed you a quick smile, and started leaning in. He had just kissed all down your face, pecking your lips as he did, but this felt different.
You both knew the desired destination, making your breaths hot and your blood boil. The tension was now at risk of suffocating you.
He stopped inches from your mouth to frame your face with his hands once more, and brought his lips to yours.
He kissed you so gently that you felt yourself already beginning to deflate. He tasted like mint with a touch of whiskey, which made you smile inwardly. He either expected you to say yes, or really fucking hoped you would.
He began with small pecks, but allowed them to linger more and more as he continued. Your lips molded perfectly to each other, just as they always had.
He brought his right hand to your lower back and pressed lightly, causing the entirety of your spine to be laid flat on the bed. You exhaled, enjoying the way your muscles relaxed as he guided you down. He started breathing heavier as he framed your hips with his knees and the entirely of his body hovered over yours.
Your heart began beating louder and louder in your head, and the already steady blood flow toward your abdomen was heating up your body from your brain to your toes.
You realized, for the first time in hours, that you didn’t feel any pain. None at all.
You were on your period, and Ruhn was fucking on top of you. You would have to personally thank whatever gods dropped him in your lap.
He began licking between your lips as he kissed you, teasing you with his tongue, and you kissed him harder and harder. You wanted the taste of him to coat every inch your mouth.
You brought your hands up towards his hair and skated them down the expanse of his body when his tongue finally entered your mouth, and you groaned against him, digging your nails down into his t-shirt.
It was like that prick of pain snapped him back into reality, causing him to pull completely off of you.
“Towel,” he whispered through his red, swollen lips. His chest still heaving. “We need a towel.”
He climbed off the bed and sprinted to your shared laundry room, leaving you with your arms frozen in midair. You laughed at his eagerness, and you heard many types of fabric begin to smack against the tile floor. You could picture it, him pulling out every towel you owned in search for a stained or dark-colored one, and tossing the expensive ones over his shoulder.
Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae, bested by a towel.
His steps finally echoed back up to your room, and he held what had to be a decade-old maroon-colored towel with the Crescent City University logo blasted across the entirety of it.
“It’ll do,” you said, still laughing. He laughed with you, his face still flushed, as he moved over to your night stand in search for a condom. He pulled one from the package and brought it to his mouth before delicately raising your lower body off the comforter. He laid the towel over the fabric, and laid your legs back down, condom still between his teeth.
You watched him the entire time, picturing the many ways he planned on taking you. The sweat coating your body soon became the desired kind.
He climbed over you once more, but sat on his knees. You brought your hands forward to fumble with the zipper on his jeans, but he shook his head.
“Uh uh,” he said, his voice muffled by the wrapping in his mouth. “Keep your hands here.”
He took your wrists in his hands and pressed them onto the heating pad still placed on your bare stomach. He pressed down firmly before taking his hands off of yours slowly, making sure you did as he asked. The heat continued to spread over your sore muscles, and you exhaled out of your nose. You felt the best you had in hours.
“Just in case this doesn’t work,” he said, winking at you, and unzipped his own jeans. He slid them off of his ankles, placing both of his forearms next to your head for balance, and you took the opportunity to bite the end of the condom with your own teeth, successfully stealing it from him. You smiled as best you could, and raised your eyebrows in victory.
His mouth opened in shock—genuine shock—and he shook his head side to side.
“Gods Y/N. Fuck.”
You laughed through your teeth, and he kissed your cheek slowly. His breath skated over your face as he spoke.
“Should’ve suggested this sooner.”
You continued smiling at him, your stomach bubbling in anticipation, and he pushed off of you to remove his shirt and underwear.
You were met with a body you knew better than your own, but could never seem to get enough of.
Every mole, every scar, every tattoo, every ab, you had kissed it. Loved it. Adored it. You had every inch memorized, and yet you looked at him like he fashioned the stars in the sky. Every time.
The darkening lust in both of your eyes lightened with love, and you felt the familiar sense of safety Ruhn Danaan always brought you.
He leaned down and pecked your nose, allowing you to feel the softness of his skin against your palms. He then stole the condom back with his teeth and laughed through his nose.
You rolled your eyes, and he pulled on the bottom of your shirt. You nodded, and moved your arms up so he could remove it entirely.
He looked at your bare upper-body with as much love as you did to his, and set the condom down next to your face to kiss along your collarbone.
Something about the mix of his gentleness and eagerness made every inch of your skin hypersensitive to every kiss. Chills erupted down your body, and shaky breaths began to escape from your mouth. He kissed from your collarbone down through the center of your breasts before finally landing on your stomach.
He placed a delicate hand on your heating pad before asking, “Can I take this off?”
You nodded, already prepared for the rush of pain and agony that would worm its way up your body when he did. He knew it too, so he brushed the heating pad off the bed and removed your underwear in one swipe.
The pain returned, so harshly your spine spasmed and your hands gripped the sheets. You hissed through your teeth and released a quiet whine.
“It’s okay baby. It’s okay. I’ll fix it,” Ruhn said quickly, looking more unsure than ever. “What should I…do you want my fingers—”
“No,” you responded. Harsher than you intended. “I need you inside me. All of you.”
He nodded quickly, and ripped the condom open with his teeth, sliding it over his swollen shaft. Despite the wolf once again attacking your reproductive organs, you felt your mouth water at the sight, causing a foreign feeling of pain and pleasure to curl in your lower stomach.
You continued to grip the sheets as he lined himself up against your entrance, and he brushed a hand across your forehead.
“It’s okay. It’s okay,” he said, pressing his lips to your hairline. “Tell me if this hurts Y/N. Please.”
You shook your head, and managed to mumble over your heavy breathing. “Always.”
He nodded, taking a deep breath, and pushed into you slower than he ever had before.
You were so slick he entered you fully in seconds, and his tip was nearly hitting your walls until finally—
“Holy fuck.”
There it was—sweet relief.
Any inkling of pain you had evaporated off of you. Your body melted and your eyes rolled so far back you were seeing stars.
It was pure euphoria. Every inch of him.
Ruhn was shaking—shaking—above you. “You’re so—fuck you’re so warm.”
He could barely get a full breath in. “Gods you feel like heaven.”
You exhaled erotically into his shoulder. “Ruhn, please move.”
He groaned into your neck, and slowly began rocking back and forth. You brought your hands from the sheets to his back, feeling every muscle twitch and ripple against the pads of your fingers, and another moan left your mouth.
You were getting tighter and tighter, and that all too familiar ball in the pit of your stomach was beginning to unravel.
“Y/N I—I can’t. I can’t last, I’m not gonna—”
He hissed in pleasure, and you kissed across his jawline.
“Keep moving. Please keep moving.”
He did. He rocked and rocked and rocked, harder and harder and harder, until you were both moaning messes. You could feel yourself dripping onto the towel and down your legs, but not one part of you cared. Neither did Ruhn.
“You’re so fucking perfect. You feel so perfect,” he whined—whined— in your ear, rocking as hard as he possibly could. “I can feel you. Fuck I can feel you starting to come.”
You were. You were so close.
“I’m there. I’m right there,” you whispered, and ran your hands down his stomach. His muscles clenched at your touch, and you smiled at the effect you were having on him.
His whines were turning into groans; his tell-tale sign that he was right there with you.
“Ruhn, I—"
But with one touch of his fingertip to your clit, you were gone. Completely fucking gone.
You had never come so hard in your life, and neither had he.
You had to have blacked out, at least for a second, because you opened your eyes to Ruhn kissing down your neck and around your breasts, whispering sweet nothings.
“You did it. You did it Y/N. You’re okay.”
Your head was buzzing with pure ecstasy, and tears coated your cheeks once again. You felt as if you were floating, free of the prison your cramps had kept you in all day.
“Thank you,” you whispered to Ruhn, bringing your hands up to his scalp. “Thank you Ruhn.”
He pressed a firm kiss to your left breast, smirking. “Don’t fucking thank me Y/N. I should be thanking you every godsdamn day of my life.”
His eyes locked with yours as he said this, and the pure love in his eyes was nothing short of a gift.
He pressed more kisses down your stomach, lingering on the moles and markings you had, and smiled again.
“Was it Earth-shattering?”
You laughed deeply at his question, and you nodded your head up and down. “Definitely.”
“Good,” he responded. “I did my job.”
As your high began to slowly fade, the feeling in your legs returned, and a layer of stickiness coated the entirety of your inner thighs.
Ruhn reached an arm down to his lower body, effectively pulling off the condom. You felt him set it in between your legs.
He brought his face up to yours, and kissed you firmly. Firmer than you expected. “I’ll be right back.”
You nodded, and watched his naked frame leave the room. The night outside was still cut by your golden lamps, which followed him as he walked, coating him with golden yellow beams.
You wished you had a lifetime to stare.
Once he was gone, you exhaled, basking in a body free of pain and discomfort. You rubbed your palms over your eyes and yawned, unable to keep a smile of contentment off of your face for longer than a few seconds.
You had never felt so elated. So free.
Ruhn’s steps started towards your room, and he entered with another cloth in his hands.
“Couldn’t forget this,” he said, grinning at you.
You grinned back, opening up your legs for him. He brought the cloth to your legs, and you hummed when the heat of it hit your skin.
No matter the time of day, location, or longevity, Ruhn always cleaned you after sex. Demanded was more like it. You had told him countless times you could do it for yourself every once in a while, you even asked if you could return the favor, but a shake of his head was always his response. Nothing more.
He leaned on the bed, holding the cloth inches from your tender skin, but you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
“I love you Ruhn. I love you.”
He looked up at you, his blue eyes still piercing through your very being, and kissed the top of your knee. “I love you Y/N. More than anything.”
He then dragged the warm material down your legs, cleaning you thoroughly, and continued to press kisses to your knees as he worked.
“All done,” he said, looking up at you. His grip on your leg was enough for a lick of heat to return to your stomach.
He stood up next to the bed and slid his hands underneath your back. He helped you sit up straight, and you smiled at him sleepily.
“Thank you.”
He kissed your cheek and mumbled into your still flushed skin. “I just said to not thank me.”
You smiled, scooting yourself to the edge of the bed. “Thank you anyway.”
You stood on shaky legs and walked to the bathroom, keeping your hands on your hips to steady yourself. You felt his gaze glide down your body like a physical touch, and you couldn’t help your smirk. It was nice to know you had the same effect on him as he did to you.
You grabbed a fresh pair of underwear before relieving yourself in the bathroom. You added a sanitary pad to your garment as you pulled it up and stretched your back. You rolled your neck as well, feeling at one with your own body again.
You’d have to call Bryce personally tomorrow. Next week’s drinks would be on you.
You walked back into the room, ready to help Ruhn clean up your mess, only to find the towel and condom wiped away from your sheets, with Ruhn tucked inside them. The white bag on your night stand had disappeared, and he was holding the containers of take-out in his hand.
“It’s still warm,” he said, smiling enough to show his perfect teeth.
In that very moment, you decided that if you didn’t end up marrying him, no one else would.
You would make sure of it.
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