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heresthestorymorningglory · 6 months

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5 Minute Rule

Summary: Clock's ticking...

A/N: The Goosecord helps my brain think of the best things.

As per usual, it’s NSFW 18+ chats with @hollandstrophyhusband in the Goosecord sparked the idea for this one.

Paring: Driver x Reader

Enjoy my loves <3

The room was cloaked in darkness, his breathing low and even as his eyes wandered over your still clothed form.

You chewed on your lip, not able to keep up eye contact, dropping your gaze to the floor.

You could sense him step closer, your instinct to step back. The process repeating itself until the back of your knees bumped the edge of the mattress.

You stood stationary, your eyes slipped closed as he leaned forward, kissing you gently; your breath caught in your throat as he pulled back just enough to break contact, his lips brushing against yours, his hand moving to your hip, fingers teasing the hem of your shirt.

Your whole body prickled with goosebumps as he lifted your shirt over your head tossing it carelessly on the floor. His skilled fingers popping the button on your jeans, pushing them off your hips as you wiggled out of them, he kicked them aside with the edge of his boot.

He grabbed your face with both hands, kissing you with slow languid movements of his lips against yours, his tongue pushing between your lips making you moan softly, your arms finding their way around his neck.

You gasped as he broke your kiss, giving you a gentle shove, you dropped on the bed with a soft thud. He stood over you as you looked up at him, a gloved hand cupping your face, a leather clad thumb stroking your cheek.

“You remember the rules?” He asked, his voice low

You nodded

“Tell me”

Your heart slammed in your chest as you let out a shaky breath, his hand still resting on your cheek.

“I have five minutes”

His hand slid under your chin, tilting your face up, squeezing gently. “And?”

“Only five minutes”

He nodded “And after five minutes?”

“I-I either cum or I don't”

“And if you don't?”

“I go without”

“Until?”

“You come back”

“Which is when?”

You ran your tongue between your lips taking a deep breath. “I don't know”

He couldn't help the sly smile that spread over his lips. “Good girl”

Your heart skipped a beat, you had never been one for praise in the past, but coming from him, it stirred a feeling in the pit of your stomach that you would never find again without it. A feeling you would chase as long as need be to have it again.

You scooted yourself backwards, back resting against the wall your bed was against, tugging your panties off as you went.

He stood at the foot of the bed, watching the seconds tick by on his watch briefly before his eyes locked on you.

“Go”

The single word command sent a thrill up your spine as you sat, legs spread, knees up, heels firmly anchored in the mattress.

The soft chuckle from the other side of the bed made you tip your head curiously as he shook his head, stripping off his own clothes, his arousal evident as he stepped out of his jeans.

“Haven't even touched yourself yet and you're already wet”

You didn't answer, just reached between your legs, sliding your fingers between your slick folds before making quick tight circles over your clit.

You leaned your head back against the wall, eyes closed as you focused on your breathing, focused on your movements.

The bed sank in front of you, but you didn't falter, keeping your eyes closed, even when his breath was warm against your cheek. Both gloved hands on either one of your knees, pushing them further apart.

“Four”

Your brow creased in irritation as your breath quickened, your fingers picking up their pace.

“Shut up” you breathed

Your eyes flew open as his hand went from your knee around your throat, threatening to squeeze harder.

“Try again” he nearly growled, his nose brushing your cheek

When you didn't answer immediately his fingers did squeeze a little harder.

“Thank you” you spoke softly as you shuddered with anticipation.

“Better” His hand stayed firmly in place as you moaned softly.

You opened your eyes, your breathing growing more laboured as you pushed yourself closer.

He knelt in front of you, naked and hard, his eyes watching your fingers move, one hand on your throat the other resting on your knee; until you reached to push your free hand through his hair. The hand on your knee, catching your wrist, pinning your arm to the wall as he shook his head.

“No”

You knew better; he could touch, you couldn't.

“Three”

You whimpered as he dropped your wrist, that gloved hand closing around his cock instead.

He shifted himself closer, moaning against your neck, his breath hot against your skin making you moan, rolling your hips, craving more than his hand around your throat. His hard cock brushing against the inside of your thigh for a fleeting second, making you cry out.

“Please” you whispered, feeling his body weight press heavier against you, but it's still not enough.

Another groan against your neck before his lips brushed against your ear making you shiver.

“Two” His breathing heavy as he stroked himself faster between your legs.

His fingers subconsciously closing tighter around your neck; your breath catching in your throat as you felt yourself staring to slide down the wall, slowly starting to lose your composure, your focus falling to your fingers on that bundle of nerves, eyes watching as he fucked his own hand, his shaft slick with precum as you watched his back muscles ripple with effort.

“One”

He whispered, making you whimper and arch your back as his tongue licked a hot stripe up the length of your neck before his mouth latched on, sucking hard, teeth sinking into your tender flesh.

You shuddered as you teetered on the brink. Foot slipping on the sheets as your heel loses grip. “Do it” you whispered, your free hand bunching the sheets at your side.

“Do it” you repeated, gasping hard as you felt your orgasm start in your toes. The wall supporting you fully.

The hand around your throat closed hard as it pressed against your windpipe, fingers biting on either side of your neck.

Suddenly his mouth was crushed against yours, his tongue invading your mouth as he kissed you hard, taking away what little breath you could manage.

Then a scream of pleasure, your scream as he buried two fingers deep inside your throbbing cunt. He pumped rhythmically, kissing you desperate and hungry and all you could do in return was let him.

Sheets balled in your fists on either side, you had let him take complete control. Hips rolling hard into his hand, moaning against his mouth, you almost screamed as your orgasm shook through your body. Your arms wrapping around his shoulders as he groaned into your mouth, his release splashing hot and wet across your stomach before you collapsed against the wall, and he on top of you just long enough to catch his breath before guiding you to lie in the bed properly; both of you still breathing hard.

“Time” you whispered, settling against his shoulder, his arm wrapped around you.

He chuckled softly kissing the top of your head. “Next time you won't get help”

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ken-dom · 3 months

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Take Me Home

Officer K x gn!reader

2.1k words

∘₊✧ Summary: K is learning to understand the new feelings you've brought into his life. There is one he quickly learns to understand completely. Understands, and needs.

∘₊✧ Author's notes: This was written for the Morning Sunshine Collab with my friends on Goosecord, and is dedicated to the anons who have been asking me for more K. Here he finally is! Thank you Lily for organising us, answering my K questions and coming up with the perfect name for his neon cum! Sascha, Tucker and Clam for giving me confidence to write him, and my bestie/sister K for, as always, being my sanity and my beta reader! Title from Home by Daughter.

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: NSFW, sleepy morning making out, blow job, Luminescum (like Ken's glizz but make it BR2049)

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K appreciates nothing more than these blissfully warm moments, waking up with you laid half on top of him, weighing him down like a… what was it you’d called it? Ah yes, a comfort blanket. And comfort, it most certainly was.

At first he’d likened being close to you with realising the sensation of snow against his skin was actually kind of pleasant if he paid attention to it. Both filled him with a soothing sort of wonder after an initial period of apprehension. The kind of feeling one might experience upon discovering there is more to life and being able to start actually experiencing and enjoying it.

But the longer this went on – that is, you, staying – the more it began to feel like something else that K couldn’t quite place. Over time, you’d helped him recognise that the new, satisfying feeling he was being faced with was called home. Feeling at home. He liked the sound of that. It sounded permanent. And safe.

And he does feel safe with you. He feels safe to explore who he is, rather than what he was expected to be. He feels safe sleeping with you pressed to him in only his underwear, otherwise exposed, yet waking up calm and relaxed as rain beats down against his windows, distorting the neon glow from the city outside that lights up his room far more than the dull glow of morning sun. He wishes these moments could last forever, and in some ways, he supposes, they do.

There were other feelings you’d helped him to fully grasp too, of course. Some of them were difficult to sit with, and K had been glad to put a name to them and to know he wasn’t alone in experiencing them, that you were there to support him. And some were rather more… physical. Thrilling. He was exceptionally glad you were there to help him explore those feelings too.

And sometimes, all these intense and newly tangible feelings combine into a rush of emotions and sensations and it’s the most alive K has ever felt.

This morning, he feels alive, too. And he feels content.

He’d slept as well as ever with you draped over him, his arms resting comfortably around your torso with one hand up in your hair, fingertips stroking soothing circles against your scalp as you fell asleep first and then, as your breathing slowed to a steady snore, he fell too.

He has no intention of rushing to do anything today, or of thinking ahead to what might need to be done. For now, K just wants to enjoy you. He absentmindedly begins to drag those affectionate fingertips in gentle patterns over your skin, unknowingly leaving shivers in their wake.

When you eventually stir against his chest, your fingernails scrape pleasantly at his sides – he feels alive, he thinks again – and you shift yourself to look up at him with a soft smile, he feels his heart beat just a little faster in his chest and his lips curl into a smile, too. He all but stops breathing when, without a word, you pull yourself up to press your lips to his, beginning what feels like a blissful eternity of slow, languid kisses and tender touches.

At some unknown point, his limbs and yours tangle, and your fingers find their way up to comb through his hair, too. You couldn’t be very much closer; K’s whole world spins and reduces to just this bed, just you, and him.

Something else K appreciates more than he could say is how there is so little need for words between the two of you. Especially since you’ve become a regular fixture in his life, he needs you more than he dares to ask. More than he dares to believe he was meant for. He tries not to think about that.

You understand him, you see, and he’s not sure if that’s unusual or not; whether other people in love (another new experience for him that he isn’t entirely sure he fully grasps yet) just get one another like that without a necessity for constant explanations. But he likes it because it only adds to that feeling of home, of being safe, and, he supposes, of being wanted.

When you kiss him, quick and chaste or intense and passionate or somewhere in between, his stomach seems to flip. Butterflies, you’d called it. You’d said it would probably subside over time and to enjoy it while it lasted, but it never did subside. Not yet anyway.

Your current kissing, although never reducing in intensity, slows gradually to an almost stop. In honesty, you’re still sleepy and not yet ready to face the day, but not tired enough to lie completely still either. And you can never resist him with his hair slightly mussed from sleep and that coy but loved up sparkle in his eyes.

Your lips break apart and you find yourselves face to face on one shared pillow that smells like him — lightly industrial like he carries the air of the city with him, a subtle hint of rain, and musk from the heat of your bodies pressed together while you slept. You take a deep breath to savour him while you’re laid here, just feeling one another’s hot breath against your damp, kiss-swollen lips.

K’s eyes slip closed as you lay tangled together and he feels a pang of embarrassment at the familiar heat pooling in his lower belly. He isn’t sure if you intended this to turn into anything more, and whilst he was truly and completely lost in the pure intimacy of it all, sometimes, he finds, he can’t quite control his arousal. You’ve assured him that it’s perfectly normal plenty of times, but he still feels his face heat up each time he recognises the signs.

You press forward and join your lips to his once again, with a little more vigour than before. Still, it’s semi-weightless and playful, and he feels your lips curl into a smirk against his.

He doesn’t close his eyes, just furrows his brow as concern begins to edge into the periphery of his conscience, ready to consume him. His cock stiffens some more against his will, too, and deep down he knows he can’t actually will his erection away. Especially not with you so close and relishing in him the way you do, lavishing him with affection.

You slide your lips to his jaw, and his eyes flick downward, almost suspicious, trying to follow your movements despite being mostly out of his field of vision, but they finally slip shut again when you move lower and suck lightly against the pulse point in his throat while your hand glides down from his shoulder, tingling over his bare arm and dropping to rest on the soft contour of his waist.

You shuffle yourself further down, beneath the duvet, just the top of your head exposed to him now as you circle a nipple with the tip of your tongue and, feeling his otherwise slow and steady breath catch in his chest, you smile up at him from beneath the quilt, biting your lip. Anticipation, and a question. Sheepishly, K nods, and you slide yourself lower still, hearing a quiet little, ‘Oh,’ escape his throat as you disappear beneath the covers.

It’s warm under here, and you feel the pull of sleep tugging at your consciousness, but you’ve no intention of succumbing to it. Instead you push his hips to position him on his back and settle between his thighs. It's an easy manoeuvre; muscle memory by now, but even so he’s trembling slightly, just like the first time. You can picture his face, burning with desire and uncertainty as to why you’d want to do this with him.

As your fingers curl around the elastic of his plain grey underwear, your eyes are drawn to the small luminous patch of blue that’s formed at the tip of his bulge, leaking beautifully through the thin fabric.

You’d never seen a replicants’ cum before K. He'd blushed profusely when you’d praised him for how pretty it was that first time you brought him off with your hand, pulling your sticky, wet palm out of his trousers with delight and awe written all over your face. When he caught his breath he ashamedly told you it’s a substance called Luminescum. A flavourless, harmless lubricant secreted during sexual encounters and ejaculated at the climax. Although all replicants are built with the ability to produce Luminescum, few ever actually use that ability – aside from pleasure models, of course.

You remember that night with a smile, planning to tell him how pretty it is again later. Maybe you’ll see if he’s got more than one orgasm in him this morning so you can stroke him to another release, talk him through his oversensitive pleasure and see that handsome blush colouring his cheeks again as his eyes squeeze shut and his body shakes through another release he doesn’t think he deserves.

But for now you lazily mouth at his length over the fabric in no hurry at all, taking your time just as you had when you’d made out in almost slow motion just minutes ago. And as much as K is on the same wavelength this morning, he can’t stop his hips bucking up in response to your warm tongue, or his breath turning heavy at the thrill running through him, or his cheeks feeling hot at how eager to please him you always are.

Pulling his underwear down, you clean up his pretty neon precum quickly with your tongue. Despite its impressive glow and colour it really does taste of relatively little. Slightly synthetic is the only way you can think to describe it, but you can never get enough all the same, because it’s him.

You hear him whimper as your palm slides down his length, muffled slightly by the duvet, and you feel him searching for you over it, fingers strong enough to tear the fabric if he wanted to. The thought causes a fresh wave of heat to rush to your core. He’s always so gentle when he touches you, so careful and tender, but he can fuck like a rabid animal when you ask for it, too; can make your toes curl with the snapping of his hips and his low growls and possessive, grabbing fingers.

You lick a warm, firm stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, eliciting another thick pump of that impressive blue, and then take him into your mouth, moaning around him as you suck, slow and steady.

K is feeling far from slow and steady above the covers, however, and he’s thankful you can’t see his face from where you are because he’s a mess; hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, cheeks flushed, mouth agape. He's sure you’d tell him he looks beautiful just like you always do, but it doesn’t stop embarrassment making his head spin. And he knows you can hear him gasping and humming and letting out choked little groans which only adds to the heat spreading over his cheeks.

He’s completely lost in a haze of pleasure until your tongue flicks so deliciously over his tip, and again, and again, before swallowing him back down, and as incredibly sensitive to your touch as he usually is, he just can’t hold off any longer.

He feels his muscles begin to tense and his hips, rolling in time with your movements, stutter, and with a desperate whine, he cums, lukewarm neon spilling down your eager throat as he writhes in the blissful agony of his release above you.

Devouring every last drop of his tasteless, harmless, gorgeous Luminescum, you tuck his softening cock back into his stained, glowing underwear with care, joining him back on the pillow where you immediately let out an involuntary moan at how gorgeously fucked out he looks, his palm still poised at his mouth where he’d bitten down on his knuckles at the height of his pleasure.

He averts his gaze when his eyes flutter open, timid under the heat of your gaze, and for the hundredth time you’re glad he’s not a pleasure model, because where would the fun be if he wasn’t so needy and receptive to you?

‘Good morning,’ you mutter sleepily, lips glowing with a tinge of neon blue that makes his heart race.

He simply curls back into the warmth of your embrace without a word, your arms wrapping around him once again.

Safe and warm and sated. Home.

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