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elysianslove · 4 years

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the little things ; haikyuu boys

synopsis; the little things he does that show just how much he loves you

pairings; karasuno x reader, aoba johsai x reader, fukurodani x reader, nekoma x reader, shiratorizawa x reader

genre; fluff

warnings; will make u hate being single <3

karasuno ━━

sugawara koshi; whenever your hair gets caught in anything, he’s so gentle yet quick at fixing it. if your hair is long, and you pull a bag or a shirt and your hair gets tucked in, he’ll wordlessly pull it out. if your hair is short and a bracelet or zipper gets caught he just continues whatever he was doing (talking to someone else for e.g.) while helping you out. also always makes sure your hair isn’t bothering you; if you’re leaning over writing something, he’ll always tuck it behind your ear so lovingly ahhh

daichi sawamura; massages. he’s descended from heaven for this purpose only. his hands are rough and like hard on your muscles, but it’s so perfect. he’ll approach you when you’re in school sitting anywhere, from behind, and just knead his hands into your muscles for a few seconds. euphoric. or if you live together, he always greets you with back/shoulder/neck massages in the bathtub hvjkwkd.

nishinoya yuu; always makes you try his food. always. whether it’s with a group of people or just you two, he just goes “hey babe open ur mouth” with this face 😏 bc he’s cheeky, and just shoves a mouthful of food. spoiler alert, it’s always way too hot. but it’s just tradition at this point. he takes a bite of his food, decides if it’s worthy enough for your mouth or not, then just. yeah.

kageyama tobio; buys you a snack whenever he gets his milk. if you’re special special, he’ll buy you your own carton of milk. he goes up to the vending machine and automatically thinks of you when he sees your fave snack, and it’s like mindless at this point he just routinely does it. it still surprises you to this day, even when he’s so nonchalant about it.

tsukishima kei; kisses your forehead. tsukki is not too big on pda, and even privately he’s not very touchy feely either tbh. but just a simple peck on your forehead grounds you, and it’s a small reminder of the fact that despite his outward coldness, he really does love you. he rarely does it in front of others, but sometimes, he’ll indulge both you and him, and settle a small kiss on your temple just randomly.

asahi azumane; anime jesus always has a hair tie/clip carried around for you on his wrist/in his pockets. i mean he’s always needing them, he just stocks up when he starts dating you. somehow he’s always there when you’re frustrated with your hair all over the place what a savior. later on it evolves to him carrying around your scrunchie and yes the boys make fun yes he blushes but no he does not take it off.

tanaka ryunosuke; carries you on his back, or your things, when you’re too tired to walk. whether that be if you’re too tired because of your heels or you’re just lazy, he just loves helping you out what a respectful gentleman. honestly it just becomes that every time he sees you he like barricades over to you so quick and flips you onto his shoulder or spins you around. anyways. walking with tanaka means walking empty handed bc he will never let you carry anything. ( shifts pile of bags on one arm just to hold your hand ).

hinata shoyo; learns hairstyles to try on you. whether it be short hair or long hair, expect his youtube search history to look a lot like “how to make a french braid” or “cute hairstyles for short hair for your cute girlfriend”. he’s always so entranced by you and watches so carefully whenever you do anything on your hair, and he gets do excited whenever you let him try and he gets it right. also !!! a lot of the times you’ll sit between his legs and he’ll just softly card his fingers through your hair or lightly braid it.

yamaguchi tadashi; buys you flowers a lot. he doesn’t overdo it, just so it doesn’t lose its value and worth. but for example, mondays suck ass and he knows how much you hate them, so he always makes sure to either leave a single rose on your desk/in your locker or give it to you himself if he can. it’s so endearing and motivating honestly, and the constant reminder every once in a while is so cute. continues to do it even like 3 years in, which is so fkn sweet honestly.

nekoma ━━

kuroo tetsurō; plans the best dates. seriously. like not one moment spent with him is dull. i don’t think being with kuroo entails a high energy relationship, i just mean that even a walk in the park is fun with him. he also always knows when to plan a fancy dinner and when it’s just something casual. like he always puts in so much effort, gives 120%, for every date with you. is your favorite band/singer/artist in town? he’s got tickets. the weather is amazing? you’re going to the beach. you’re sleep deprived? nap dates. 10/10

kozume kenma; he teaches you how to play his games. the fact that he’s letting you touch the console in itself says enough, but whenever he buys a new one, and learns it thoroughly enough, he will always sit by you and teach you its ways. picture you sitting in his lap while he guides your hands <333 if you’re not a gamer, he’s actually v flattered by the fact you’re willing to sit through this w him. but if you are a gamer, expect daily competitions. oh and if you beat him? you’re dead to him :).

haiba lev; instead of reaching for things that you’re too short for to grab it himself, he just lifts you up lmfao. i mean w the way he teases yaku, i can imagine he’d be v teasing with you as well if you’re even an inch shorter than him. but fret not! it’s all in the name of love. he’s very loving though, and if he sees you struggling he’ll just wordlessly hoist you up from your waist or something. at first it’s terrifying, but later on it just makes you giggle cause he’s like so willing to do it and it’s effortless for him hehe.

yaku morisuke; always makes sure you’re taking care of yourself, but kinda aggressively? lmao anyways. like he’s always “babe have u eaten” and if u say no expect him to start yelling like “what do you mean no??? are you insane???” v dramatic but honestly <333 he’s always texting you after parting ways “did you get home safe” or on weekends where he cant meet you, he’s asking how it was, if you indulged yourself a bit, relaxed. it’s very sweet and he makes sure it’s not overbearing. he just wants his baby to be healthy and happy.

yamamoto taketora; walks on the side with the cars. it’s not a very noticeable thing, but you see it, and you recognize it. he makes sure he’s always walking where cars are speeding by, a hand on the small of your back guiding you away and to the other side of him. it’s the little notions of protectiveness like if he’s driving and stops suddenly, he’ll put a hand out to keep you from lurching forward, he pushes you gently out of the way before you bump into someone. things like that.

aoba johsai ━━

oikawa tōru; he doodles in your notebooks, or on your skin. if you have class with him, and sit next to him, he’ll always be doodling on your notebook like little hearts or stupid, cute things like your initials + his in a heart. or if you’re at a study date together, and you’re focused on your laptop screen, he’ll leave little encouraging messages on your notes for you to notice when you’re revising. sometimes you’ll be sitting with him at lunch or even if you’re out w him and a bunch of other people, and he happens to have a pen. expect a little smiley face on your inner wrist, or a heart plus his initials ( o.t. )

iwaizumi hajime; he helps you take off your make up/takes it off for you. if you’re too sleepy, he’ll just take the products he’s used to seeing you use and start following it step by step after he props you up next to the sink. while he stands between your thighs he just so gently starts rubbing at your skin and washing away the make up. if you’re already asleep, he’ll have to like google the steps oh my god im gonna cry hes so cute. if you don’t necessarily wear make up, then he’ll just help you do your nightly routine, or even your shower routine, like using a body scrub or a face mask or, bruh, even shaving lmfao.

hanamaki takahiro; saves everything you buy/send/make him. i mean everything. has literally over two thousand photos of you, all the polaroids or postcards are saved in a little box he has under his bed. anything you make him (unless it’s edible) he has. if you make him a small embroidery thing he will literally attach it to his sports bag or something. any chain you make him is automatically added to his keychain. that flower crown you made with him on one of your first dates? he still has it. the flowers are dead but the memory loves babyyyy

matsukawa issei; carries extra clothes of his for you to borrow. hey have i mentioned that mattsun is big? 😃 because he is 😃. meaning regardless of your size or height or whatever, his clothes will drown you <3 i see him as preferring more oversized or just loose shirts rather than tight ones, so yk. on you???? if y’all are just hanging out and you even think about being slightly cold — here have five options of mattsun’s clothes to choose from. he always makes sure they smell like him too. it’s self indulgent really, because he loves the way they look on you, and he loves that it leaves a trace of his scent on you. territorial? i think yes.

fukurodani ━━

bokuto kōtarō; always hugs you like it’s the last time he’ll see you. sometimes, even if he doesn’t know it, you need his hugs badly. y’all are gonna try and tell me bokuto doesn’t give the best fkn hugs??? yeah get outta here with that bs. he SO does. he either kneels down and wraps his arms around your waist, picks you up, and spins you around, like he hasn’t seen you in 3 years, or he’ll just wrap his arms around your neck and pull your head to his chest, cradling it, and just sighing like he won’t see you for the next 3 years. his hugs always make you feel so much better, even if you weren’t feeling down to begin with.

akaashi keiji; plays with your hands and caresses them. it’s the delicate feel and gentleness of it all. akaashi’s generally an anxious person, leaving him very fidgety. but once you two get together, and he starts being comfortable with you, expect to find your hand always between the two of his, just fondling with him. he’ll trace random figurines on the back of your hand, or have his fingers ghost over your wrist and up to your fingertips. if his hands are especially shaky, expect him to just grab one of your yours and hold it tightly between the grasp of two of his. it conveys trust, and all you have to do is kiss his knuckles gently and he’s melting.

konoha akinori; he has your reminders app linked with his, and sneaks in small, motivating messages. every once in a while you’ll get a notification from the app that tells you to drink water or have a snack (or text konoha he’s bored and he misses you). also always sends you pictures to distract you from stress. like it could literally just be a picture of him smiling with a thumbs up and you’d just ,,, melt bc you love him so much.

shiratorizawa ━━

ushijima wakatoshi; he has so many plants that are named after you, or your nicknames, and he’s like so gentle with them too. like strokes their petals and speaks to them so softly, the same way he does with you. you’re honestly so curious how he hasn’t run out of names, but he’s just a genius like that. whenever you go over to his place, and he’s bought a new one, he’ll take your hand and guide you to where it’s growing and just be like “look it’s baby y/n” and you just 🥺🥺🥺

semi eita; he has a playlist on his phone, that’s constantly being updated, for you and him to listen to. the first time he showed it to you, you were stargazing and he took out his phone and headphones and was like “i made a playlist for you wanna list” and every part of your body lit up in flames im not joking. now, a lot of the times, you’re coming back home on a train, and your head is on his shoulder and you’re sharing headphones listening to the playlist. when either one of you is driving you’re blasting it (a lot of the playlist is the hsm soundtrack)

satori tendō; tendo reads people so well, and being in a relationship with him means he will read you so well. so a lot of the times, in social situations, he’ll recognize the signs of you wanting to leave, for example, or if someone’s bothering you, he’ll know exactly how to approach it too. this also entails having a lotta inside jokes hehe, and also just like. talking with your eyes. yk that thing. yeah. all you have to do is look at him a certain way, and he just knows exactly what you just said.

goshiki tsutomu; he buys the both of you this small plushie, and whenever you’re missing each other you just. squish it. and he squishes his. he would rather die than let anyone know this, but you’re not too keen on letting anyone know yourself tbh. it’s just this little thing you have, and it means a lot more to you than just this. when he first bought it he was like “look we have matching plushies” and you passed away on the spot ❤️

shirabu kenjirō; loves trying out new recipes with you. he’s not too big on cooking or baking, but there’s just something about doing it with you that really — hits the spot yk. nowadays, whenever he comes across a new recipe on social media that he thinks you’ll like he just automatically sends it to you like with no words no texts just the post and you’re like “OMG CAN WE DO THIS” and he’s like “why else would i send it. yes we can :)” hvskwkeke

end note; thank you sm for the love on my last two posts!! i’m glad you guys enjoyed them sm. if you have any requests, they’re open and i’m happy to deliver, mwah!

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drakenology · 3 years

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It’s Gonna Be A Long Night - Bakugo Katsuki

warnings! ⚠️ : smut, fluff, and swearing. also in the perspective of a fem!reader

summary: bakugo gets home from a longggg night of hero work; desperate to just crawl into his shared bed with his favorite person (hey, that’s you!) and ravish her until the night is done. he hasn’t been this hungry for you since the first time you guys did the deed!

Idk the word count for this. Sorry! I’m typing this on my phone anddd i’m kinda new to this stuff. Enjoy!

God. Tonight was one of the most draining nights of Bakugo’s career as top hero. Five villian attacks in the same night as well as an attempted kidnapping. Not to mention the long and drawn out confrence meetings with the local police as well as the other pro heros in his agency.

As the night ended, Bakugo waved goodbye with the least amount of energy he could give as he turned in for the night, heading to his car to return home. He plopped down in the driver’s seat with an exasperated sigh as he reached in his pocket to grab his phone to let you know he was on the way home; shutting this door behind himself.

“Hey, you awake? If not I’m waking you up. I need you.” Bakugo texted with sleepy eyes. He waited for a little while to see if you’d respond before he pulled off. Soon enough he heard his phone ping.

“Yeah. Can’t sleep. Had a bad day? I can reheat your dinner if you want.” You texted back from your shared bed. You were up waiting for him to come home all night. He wasn’t supposed to be out this late anyways. That’s what happens when you’re engaged to a pro hero. The sleepless nights, those nights where one of you would be asleep and the other comes trudging in from a late shift; sometimes it can be overwhelming, but for him it was all worth it. You supported his dream of being a pro hero since the two of you were walking the halls of UA together.

“Nah. Not hungry for that. I’m tryna eat something else though.” Bakugo texted back with a sly smirk. He sat his phone on the dashboard and pulled out of the parking lot; making his way home.

Bakugo couldn’t wait to get home; driving in his all black sports car with haste through the city traffic. At least y/n would be there to greet him. He knew from the start of your relationship that you were his end game. He loved everything about you from your head down to your toes (which he secretly thinks are fucking adorable!). All he could think about is how you look when you’re undone; hair messy, little to no clothes on looking absolutely delicious in one of his big t-shirts. He could already smell your shampoo as he dreamt of you lying in bed waiting for him; his pants growing tight as he imagines your breasts bare and supple underneath one of his shirts. As he waits for the traffic light to turn green, he reaches for his phone to text you again.

“Gonna fuck the shit outta you when I get there, baby. I cant wait to see that ass naked.”

Meanwhile at home, you read the text from your favorite blonde with a goofy smile plastered on your face. Biting your lip in temptation, you jump out of bed to prep yourself for the long night of love-making ahead. It was a Friday night so he had all the time in the world to please your body for as long as he wished as weekends were his only days off. You walked towards your bathroom to take a quick shower before your fiancé made his way home. You stood in the hot shower and let out a small groan as the feeling of your muscles relaxing under the water slowly covered your body. Sighing, you wash up a little more before turning off the water and stepping out, running a towel over your wet face to dry it off. You walk back into your bedroom and pull out one of Bakugo’s favorite sets he loves to see you in. An orange lace bra with a black lacy thong with matching orange trimming on them. The first time you wore this for your fiancé he damn near ripped it off of you.

“Fuck, you look so sexy, princess. Move ‘em to the side. Don’t you dare take them off.” He said gesturing towards your sweet heat. He ate you out for what seemed like hours that night in his office and fucked you until you couldn’t remember your own name.

You softly smiled at the memory as you pulled a big white t-shirt (belonging to bakugo) over the sexy little number. Soon enough you heard the sound of your fiancé’s car alarm being activated .

He’s home. You practically run into the living room like a puppy greeting its owner. Standing right in front of the front door, you listen as the door clicks unlocked, your lower half feeling a familiar pressure. You missed him so much. Too much. The door opens as your spikey headed blond lover walks through, sitting his bag at the door and taking off his shoes. He looks down at you, his towering figure inching closer to your smaller frame. He says nothing, pulling you into his arms as if he hadn’t seen you in years when it had only been a few hours. You wrap your arms around his neck and embrace the man you love.

“Hey, shitty woman.” He says, peppering little kisses all over your face and neck.

He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his strong waist as he plants a passionate kiss on your lips. Your tongues danced together, massaging and exploring each other with love as he pulled away slowly as if he never wanted to stop. He catches your scent and he knows he’s finally home. With you.

“I’ve been missing you all day, Ka-chan. How was your day?” You ask him, still being carried by Bakugo as if you were a precious thing that was to never touch the ground.

“It’s better now that I’m home. Today did anything less than piss me off.” Katuski growled. He walked toward the kitchen and sat you down on the island. “I guess you’re gonna have to make it better, huh princess?”

You licked your lips in response; your pussy feeling as if a faucet had been turned on. You wanted him bad. And he wanted you too.

“It’s like you don’t own any of your own pajamas. Why’re you always prancing around in my shirts, huh? Is it ‘cause you know it fuckin’ turns me on seeing you like this? I bet you’re naked under here, aren’t you?” Bakugo groans lifting the shirt over your head to reveal the sexy lingerie you slipped on earlier. You smirk as he drinks in your entire body with his cheeks flushing red. God, he think you’re the most gorgeous thing walking. How’d he end up with someone as perfect as you? Didn’t matter. He had you right where he wanted you, from now until forever.

“Damn.” He said, biting his lip as he caressed your thighs, spreading them a bit to get a good look at you. You let out a subtle moan, your pussy growing wetter by the second as he touched you. It was like his hands knew which spots to touch to turn you on. He stood between your legs, hiking them up on his hips as he motions for you to lay back on the island. “I remember this damned set. You surprised me at work wearing nothing but this under that long coat I got you a couple Christmases back. You still look fuckin’ hot in it.” Bakugo said, looking you deep in your eyes. He doesn’t even know where to start with you. All he knows is that he’s gonna fuck you until all you can say is his name by the break of dawn.

“Katsuki~, I’m so wet for you. P-Please touch me.” You whined, the pressure in your panties becoming too much to bear. He smirks at you, running his hands up your body to pull out one of your breasts from your bra. You hiss a little at your exposed nipple being assaulted by the cool air of the kitchen.

“ ‘Gonna be a long fuckin’ night, baby. You oughta be more patient. You’re gonna be walkin with a limp for a week when I’m done with you.” Bakugo said, lightly pinching your hardened nipple, pulling it slightly as he watched you try and close your thighs for friction. Your lacy panties could barely contain your juices from freely flowing out of you, your moans softly filling Katsuki’s ears as you squirm underneath him.

“Been thinkin’ about your sexy ass all day, ya know.” He says, kissing a trail down to where you needed him most only to further tease you by rubbing your clit harshly with his thumb over your panties. You gasp as he pulled them slightly to the side, just enough to see your pussy glistening with your own juices.

“Heh.. you weren’t kiddin’. You must be dyin’ for me to fuck you, huh baby?” He was enjoying this way too much. You try grinding against his stilled thumb as he swatted your ass in protest, you yelping in response.

“Stay fuckin’ still. I’ll get to that needy little pussy in a second.” He groans. Trust me, this is killing him just as much as it’s killing you. He just wants to savor the moment. Even though he had a whole weekend to have you bent over or spread out for you to take his dick, the weekends go by so quickly. And the night had just begun. Bakugo lifts you up and carries you to your shared bedroom, practically throwing you on the bed as you giggle. He climbs on top of you, dipping down to kiss you again. You moan into the kiss as he slips his tongue in your mouth, lifting a knee up to lightly brush against his hard dick through his pants. He groans, extra sensitive from being hard from his car up until now.

“Damn brat, I told you keep still.” He says, wrapping a hand around your throat to choke you as he kissed you deeper, yanking off your panties. You squeal as he slips his hand down to rub your clit in agonizingly slow circles. You moan into his lips desperately, wanting so much more than this insufferable teasing. You needed him now. He pulls away to look at your face; flushed and absolutely gorgeous. Your hair was disheveled from the kissing, your breast still hanging out of your bra as your chest heaved from you breathing heavily after the heated kiss. He burned this image of you into the back of his mind. Reaching behind you, he unclasped your bra; drinking in your beautiful and supple breasts. He moans at the sight, taking a nipple into his mouth feverishly suckling on the exposed bud. You moan into the air as he slips in two of fingers into your needy hole.

“Like that shit, huh?” He asked, pulling away from your breast. You nodded desperately, moans filling the room and Bakugo’s ears to his delight. He smirked as he quickened his pace, feeling your pussy contract around his fingers. Any more of this and you’re gonna cum for sure. Your moans becoming more high pitched and audible by the second as he inched you closer to your climax. Just as you’re about to release, he stops his fingers to your dismay. You frown at him, the cutest face he’s ever seen.

“Aw, princess. Did ya really think I was gonna let you cum this soon?” He said, licking his fingers tasting your sweet juices. He kissed down your stomach, stopping just below your belly button. “Tell me what you want, baby.” He growls, kissing a little lower.

“Fuuuck, Ka-chan pleaseee. F-Fuck me. I need you.” you whine, almost crying out for him to fuck you already. He loves it when you beg for him, especially when you use his old nickname in bed while doing so. You’re a strong, bad ass hero out in the streets, but a needy little baby for him in the sheets. He smirks as he removed his pants and boxers, his thick and juicy length slapping against his stomach as he removed them. You practically drool at the sight, hungry for that dick to be inside you. He watches your face has he revealed his dick to you, loving the hunger in your eyes.

“You ready, babe?” He asked, tapping the tip of his dick against your aching pussy. You nod, so ready to take him as you spread your legs nice and wide for him. Bakugo bit his lip at the sight of your gorgeous pussy, not hesitating to slide himself inside with a gutteral grunt. You gasp, taking him all in with ease with your slick cunt.

“Fuck, baby, mmm you’re so fuckin’ wet for me.” He groans, leaning down into your neck as he slowly thrusts into you, allowing you to adjust to his length. You two haven’t fucked all week until now so you’re feeling extra tight around him. Finally, the feeling you’ve been waiting for all night. You moaned sinfully as you feel him stretch you out, grabbing hold of his head and pulling lightly on his hair. He always filled you up so nicely, the feeling of his veiny length sliding in and out of your drenched walls sending you into complete bliss. The world could be burning around you and you wouldn’t even notice or care. Bakugo leaving open mouth kisses all over your neck, sucking harshly at the flesh as he leaves love bites all over as his pace became hard and fast. You moan loudly as he pounds into you, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you claw at his back.

“Mmmm~, K-Kachan I-I love you.” You purr into his ear as he kisses you in response. You start to feel yourself coming undone under him, your legs shaking around him. “I-I’m gonna c-cum. Ughh I love you.” You repeated as he fucks you even harder. Sounds of skin slapping, and your wet pussy taking him in and out filled the room as your moans echo in Katsuki’s ears. He’s close too but you always cum first so he’s holding himself back.

“Shit baby. You’re so fuckin’ tight. Go head and cum for me. C’mon.” He coos, rubbing your clit in time with his strokes. You practically scream as you instantaneously come undone as he requested, Katsuki not letting up in his strokes as he has to cum too. Tears fill your eyes as you take him, not fully recovered from your first orgasm as you moan louder. Overstimulated, you tremble underneath him unable to cope.

“Ah- Fuck!” You scream, feeling yourself about to burst for him again. His name on your lips like a mantra, you claw at his back more, for sure leaving scratches. He growls, lifting your legs onto his shoulders, stroking you deeper and deeper. He watches your face twist and turn as you take him deeper, your face filled with pleasure and lust as he brutally pounded into you. Your breasts jiggle as he pounds you, you grabbing onto one for dear life as he assaults your pussy. You clench around him again, seeing stars in your eyes as you feel yourself nearing your second orgasm.

“That’s right, baby. Cum for me again. ‘M not fuckin done with you.” His brash voice hums as he leans in further, your legs pressed against your chest as he pounds into you, slow but hard. You can’t contain your moans as you scream and cry for him, your neighbors definitely will know his name without even meeting him. You moan from deep within your stomach as you clench hard around his dick, cumming again and leaving a mess all over your sheets. He groans as his hips stutter into yours, nearing his own release.

“Fuckkk princess. I’m gonna cum- shit!” He hissed, his strokes becoming sloppy. You bite your lip as you feel his dick throb inside you, loving the way his last few thrusts feel.

“Yes ‘Suki, cum inside me!” You whine, kissing him briefly as you felt his hot sticky cum coat your insides. Huffing and puffing, his head hangs back as he rides out his orgasm. He comes back to reality as he pulls himself out of you, watching his seed ooze out of your used pussy with pride. You wipe the sweat from your brow as you welcome him to snuggle with you, his head resting on your breasts as he kissed them and gave one a final squeeze. You two lay in silence, coming down from the highs of your orgasms as you both panted for air with exhaustion. Well, at least for you anyways. He looks at you with love in his eyes, caressing your cheek as he gazed into your eyes.

“I know I don’t say this to you often.. but I love you. Dumbass.” He laughs weakly as he kisses your breast. You smile as you move his hair away from his face.

“And I you, Kachan.” You say, kissing his forehead. Knowing Katuski for as long as you have, he doesn’t really articulate his feelings with words but more so with his actions. Tonight was a prime example of him showing his love and appreciation for you without having to say it. So to hear him say these words verbally means a lot to you.

“No seriously. Y/n I can’t wait to marry you in a few weeks. And then I’m gonna put a baby in you as soon as we get home. I can’t wait to see you all swollen, wabbling around with our baby inside you. I know we’re gonna make for kick ass parents. You’re the best thing that’s ever fuckin’ happened to me.” He said taking your hand and entertwining it with his. You giggle at the thought of being pregnant by the love of your life. It was truly something you both wanted for a long time and now that you’re both established heros, you can make it happen. You begin to close your eyes, sleep taking over your body as you feel Katsuki jump up from his position in bed.

“Whelp. Break time’s over. Bring your ass here.” He said smirking at you as he pulled you towards him for another round. You squealed as you laughed uncontrollably, kissing him once more. You glanced out of the window to see the sun peaking out the horizon. Damn. Dawn already. He really meant it when he said it was gonna be a long night.

AHHHHH! My first smut writing! I’m so happy omg. This was really fun to write and it only took a day. Thanks for reading! I gotta make a schedule for this stuff. See yall next time!

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maybe-your-left · 3 years

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Did Kylo pop your anal cherry and how did that go? Sounds like that would be Dr Ren's go to prescription for birth control

this ask... makes me think too much about all the Ren’s in my mind. what was the first anal experience like with them? What's their preferred birth control method??

these are the questions that will keep me up at night now, because of you anon.

LETS EXPLORE THIS!

SUPREME LEADER, COLLEGE KYLO (Happily Ever After AU), DOCTOR KYLO REN.

Supreme Leader Ren:

preferred birth control method? It's a First Order standard to have an injection when you’re employed. Unless you are married, it’s expected that all women are on it unless they want to be executed.

Our first anal experience? I can see it in my mind's eye...

“Get in there,” Ren growled, his voice hissing through the vocoder as he shoved you into the nearest room. You had been very bad today, coming out of your quarters, without permission. Tracking down whatever meeting Ren was in just because you were horny, prancing up to his stiff form at the head of the table. Every officer thought you were crazy, signing the dotted line on your death certificate. But you just came in anyway, snuggling into his lap and letting everyone proceed like you weren’t a purring kitten in the Supreme Leader's lap.

“What did I do? you asked innocently, trying to hide a smile with your honeyed words. Ren would have none of it, wrenching your arm behind your back so he could guide your feet. Pinning you to the nearest wall, cold durasteel biting into the skin of your midsection as it was revealed. Ren smacked you on the ass, hard.

“You know exactly what you did, you stupid little girl,” he smacked you again, yanking down your leggings after another blow. “You think you can just walk around and demand attention, just because I’ve been fucking your whore cunt senseless every night.”

“Uh-huh,” you giggled, trailing off into a moan when Ren’s gloved hand smacked down on you again. “It worked, didn’t it? You’re-Ah-giving me attention!”

Ren froze, his breathing heavy through the helmet as he thought about your thought. You were buzzing with excitement, imagining all the ways he was going to punish you for disobeying him. How rough he would thrust his cock inside your cunt, leaving you dripping with his cum. Fucking you so hard that you could barely move.

“Hm,” Ren leaned against you, “I think I won’t fuck your cunt today. I don’t think it’ll hurt you enough.”

You whined in protest, opening your mouth to beg but halted when you felt his middle finger plunge inside you. Stroking your walls with ease, sliding another finger in next to it, you moaned at the feeling. Pushing yourself down on his fingers as they scissored you apart, you could hear how wet you were. Ringing over both of your heavy breaths.

Ren slid his fingers out of you, his pants coming undone soon after. You were so excited, ready to take your hard fuck and be sent home filled with his cum. But instead of a thick cock sliding into your cunt, Ren prodded your asshole with his fingers. Pressing into the muscle until it gave him access, you sucked in a harsh breath.

“What are you-”

“Shut up.”

Ren worked in his two fingers, letting you stretch out around them. Scissoring like he did when he was going to fuck your cunt, you let out a loud moan when he fucked them deep into you, “Fuck me.”

“I am,” Ren ripped his fingers out, popping the tip of his cock inside you before you closed up. Softly canting his hips forward, literally tearing you apart for him. You squirmed against the wall, both his hands now holding you still as you tried to get away from him.

“Stop moving or it will hurt more,” he hissed in your ear. Running his right hand between the front of your legs to rub at your clit. You groaned at the distraction, body relaxing for him enough to thrust fully inside you. “Such a tight little hole, all for me.

You let out another moan as he thrust in and out of you, trying to spread your legs out to take more of him. Your leggings stopping you from doing so, “Ky, please, sloo-w doww-n!”

Ren snapped into you, grinding his hips into your own, rocking deep inside you. He pulled out over and over, your ass stinging with every plunge. But, fuck it was good, the stretch, the burn, all accompanied with a leather finger circling your clit.

You felt like you were seeing stars, tears streaming down your cheeks as you begged for him to stop, but also give you so much more.

Ren yanked his cock out of you, fisting his cock as he hummed, “Look at you, all stretched out. What’s the matter? Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” you cried, sliding down the wall in your tears. He let you crumble to the floor, bent over in half on the cold tile. Ren spanked you again, shoving his cock inside you from above.

“When I send you home you won’t be able to sit down, and I expect you to be ready for me on your hands and knees when I’m back, already stretched out. I’m not fucking your cunt until you realize how bratty you’ve been today.”

College Kylo Ren:

preferred birth control method? um, he's a college student, he has zero clue about birth control unless he's dating someone. his favorite is the ‘pull-out method’ which hasn’t failed him yet!

however, he loves a good ole’ creampie, just for the hell of it.

Our first anal experience? HO-HO-HO BOY.

“Wrong hole!” you shrieked in pain, pushing Kylo off of you as hard as you could. His head knocking into the bunk of your roommate's bed in the process.

“Shit,” Kylo grunted, “I’m sorry, I can’t fucking see.”

“It’s okay,” you calmed down a little, wincing when he finally slid into you. His cock was still so big, it was so hard to get used to it. Every time he fucked you, no matter how long he took to try and prep you, he stretched you open so far.

“Is that-fuck-better?” he mumbled into your hair, rocking his hips into yours a few times before pulling out. Slamming back into your slippery pussy, you raked your nails down his back. Trying to lock your ankles around his hips so he could fuck you more, “Yeah, much better. Fuck,” you squealed again, “We should’ve fucked in your car.”

“It’s the same amount of room,” he chuckled, turning his face so he could kiss at your ear. Lapping it with soft licks before kissing your cheek, he moaned into your skin, “Would you-would you ever want to do that?”

“Fuck in your car? We’ve done that before, don’t you remember that ticket we got?”

“No, the other thing,” he pushed off you a bit, his arms plants under each of your armpits, “The ass stuff.”

“Oh,” you blushed red, of course, you had thought about it. Ever since Kylo mentioned that he had done it with an old girlfriend, you thought how it would be to take him there. He told you how much he liked it, but she always complained about how much it hurt, so they didn’t do it often. You were very curious about it, you never played around with your backdoor with anyone.

A couple of boys tried, apparently your ass was ‘too good to not lick’, but you swatted them away each time.

“We don’t have to, if you aren’t ready,” Kylo stuttered, his face growing with worry as he watched your mind reel at the possibility, “I know you’ve never-”

“Can, can we go slow?”

Kylo’s eyes lit up, quickly pulling out of your pussy and planting his hands on your inner thighs. Spreading them out in front of him, getting just a glimpse of your pucker above the bedsheets, “Yeah-yes. I’ll go slow and you tell me if anything hurts, okay?”

You nodded, “Okay.”

“Okay,” Kylo pushed you up the bed, shuffling back on his knees as best he could in the confined space. Laying down on his stomach to he face to face with your pussy, you peered down at him nervously, “Can I eat your ass? I promise it’ll feel really good.”

“Uh,” you took in his pleading eyes, tongue licking his lips as he waited. You thought about all the times he's eaten you out, how amazing his mouth and fingers felt. It couldn’t be that bad, “Yes.”

Kylo didn’t wait for you to take it back, lifting your hips in the air and kissing at your pucker. His tongue lapping at it a few times, you watched as he moaned into you. Eye’s falling such in bliss as he tasted you, he brought his hands to your cheeks. Massaging them so you would relax more, “Let me in Baby.”

You nodded once more, snaking a hand down to your pussy. Rubbing a few circles around your clit so you could relax, and soon it worked. Kylo was able to hook his tongue into your hole, just a little bit. You gasped at the sensation, Kylo moaned when you twitched, tonguing at you over and over. You felt one of his hands move to your hole, spreading your cheeks open a little more for him.

“I’m gonna put a finger in you now, okay?”

“Mm,” you bit your lip, biting off a moan as he slid his middle finger inside you. Lapping around the edges as he fucked you open, “Look at you, so hungry.”

Kylo pushed in a second finger, curling them in and out of you while he sat up. Watching in awe as you opened up for him, the two of you locked eyes, smiling when he saw how desperate you were, “More?”

“More! More. please Kylo!”

With his free hand, he brought two fingers to your pussy, plunging in and scooping out some of your cum. You yelped at the stretch, instantly drunk on the feeling of being full in both holes.

“You want my cock?”

You heard him shuffle closer to you, the heat from his legs now against your cheeks. Kylo smacked his cock a few times on your pussy, slowly pulling his fingers from your ass.

“You want it?”

“Yessss”

“Where?”

You glared at him, watching as he brought the tip down to your stretched hole.

“In my a-aH-Sss!” Kylo stuck his head in just as you spoke, pushing in inch by inch to take your cherry. His eyes fluttered shut, “Fuck-you’re so tight. Tighter than your fucking pussy.”

He gave you shallow thrusts until he could fill you to the hilt, both of you panting from the stretch, “You ready for me to destroy your little asshole? For anyone else?”

“Fuck me, Kylo.”

DOCTOR KYLO REN M.D.:

preferred birth control method? HES OLD OKAY, he doesn’t have time for pulling out, or condoms, or fucking around. All his partners need to tell him what kind of birth control they are on, and If they aren’t on any he won’t fuck them until they are.

He hates IUDs though, he’s nicked his dick on the strings before and it was NOT fun.

Our first anal experience? This man LIVES for anal. If you’ve never done it, he's going to break you into the drug that is anal sex.

“What do you mean you’ve never done it?”

“You don’t mean it it, right?”

“Oh, thank god.”

You watched as Ren paced across your living room, working himself through a fit of hysteria. Both of you were chatting about your experience, and you let it slip that there's something you’ve never done. He immediately jumped away from you, thinking you were a virgin which was insane because he had fucked you before, many times.

“But, what do you mean?”

“I’ve never had anal?”

“Oh.”

Ren awkwardly looked around your apartment, “Would-would you like to try it?”

“Yes,” you blurted out, eyes widening when you said the word. Ren looked just as startled, waiting for you to take it back. But you didn't, and he lunged. Your lips locking together as he lifted you from the couch. Tongues wrestling for dominance in each other's mouths, you sucked on his, moaning at the taste.

He threw you to your bed, shucking off his lab coat and other garments. Ren barked at you, “Strip, get on all fours. Stick your pretty ass over the edge for me.”

You eagerly obeyed him, getting into position on the edge of the bed. Your feet dangling off as you spread your legs open, arching so he could see your ‘pretty ass’ ready for him.

“Lube,” Ren barked again.

“Nightstand.”

He ripped it from the drawer, walking between your legs, you felt his cock land on your right cheek. A bead of precum drying on your skin, you hissed as the cold liquid was squirted between your cheeks. Ren shushed you, rubbing his left hand over the puddle, warming it against your sensitive skin.

“Just relax, and breathe,” he cooed, pressing his middle finger into your hole. The lube opening you nicely, this wasn’t your first time playing back there. You had stuffed your ass full of silicone many times, but never a real cock.

“I’ll make you feel so good, Angel.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, his fingers stretching you so well, the burn making your pussy drip with want. Pooling on the sheets between your legs, Ren slid his cock to your core, sliding inside you with ease. “Need to slick my cock up, so you can take it all.”

Ren fucked another finger inside you while he thrust in your pussy. Your eyes already crossed at the pleasure, you were so full of him, you couldn’t imagine taking his cock in your ass. But the time was here, Ren pulled out of you. Your pussy clenching as he left.

Instead of pulling his fingers out, Ren slid the tip right in with them. You yelped at the stretch, but he chuckled. Petting your outer thigh as he pressed in further, shallow thrusts into you.

Ren fucked his fingers in with his cock, the stretch delicious, “I think you’ve been a lying slut, there's no way you haven’t had a cock in here.”

“I-I’ve fucked my-yself!”

“Good,” Ren took in a deep breath, “Then I don’t need to be gentle.”

He ripped his fingers out, slamming his cock completely inside you. You shrieked at the impact, but he didn’t stop. Pulling out and pushing inside you, his hands dug into your hips. Fucking you harder than he’s ever fucked your pussy, clenching around him each time he bottomed out.

“Slutty little asshole, you’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” you cried, pushing your hips back into his, “I’ve been waiting for your monster cock!”

“I’m gonna fill your ass up with cum every day now, do you understand?”

He yanked on your hair, forcing you off your hands to bend in half. “There’s not going to be a day where you won’t be stuffed with my cum. And you’ll keep it there until I get home from work and do it all over again.”

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writtenfan · 4 years

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Cuddling with The King -Hunk of Burning Love <3~

DisneyHades x Reader Imagine

Anon: I need sleepy Hades cuddling plz~

* Sleepy Cuddling Mode Activated * (Hope you enjoy.~)

He gestures a playful “come to me” motion with a smug grin and head nod, as he glides across the room of the fancy hotel suite, the smoke at his feet tickling the air around him, reaching out for you.

You both had been vacationing in for the last couple of days. You got up from the bed and smiled “I need your warm mortal cuddles babe, pron-tooo” He looked exhausted, a few fangs poked out of his upper lip as he closed his mouth a let out a loud dramatic sigh as he wrapped his arms around you and you tried doing the same but you couldn’t even touch the ends of your fingertips even if you wanted to.

As soon as you touched him, the thick grey smoke dispersed from his lower half and revealed a set of well-sculpted legs beneath. Dang those where some SHARP claves.

“Daddies exhausted, being responsibility free, primed and pampered sure takes it out of me..” he groans as he hunches over so that you can place a hand on the side of his face, you graze a finger across his sharp cheekbones and jawline. The blue flames on his head dance lazily as his eyes close themselves with a closed mouth grin set on his face.

“God your hands, Ooo!~ Just lovely. You need to replace my masseuse because, heh, They did not. Know how to handle me, babe. Almost made me send them to the Styx myself. But your...” without opening his eyes he reached for your free hand and smooshed your fingertip on your index finger as he held it in his hand. “...widdle hands of sweet deathly love...Oh~” he holds your hand against his chest and lowers even more and you guide him to the bed as you both continue to scoot towards the pillows “They just, make me, snap crackle pop~” he chuckles softly as he rolls over and pressed his head into your chest and proceeded to motorboat your (cleavage/chest) for just a second before settling down with a content smile.

His sleepy eyes opening, revealing those black pupils of his.

“I hope you’re comfy because I’m not leaving this spot. You're stuck now sweet-cakes.”

He lets out a low animalistic purr and he begins to massage your side with one hand as he completely lays his weight against you. His body was so warm, not uncomfortably so but like a good medium setting heating pad. While his fingers and hands were oddly colder. The faint smell of pomegranate cologne wafted from underneath his loosely fitting black bathrobe and when he spoke you noticed a hint of oranges on his breath...and a shuddering indescribable smell of a feeling. That you could only guess smelled like the feeling of the cold shill that a soul must feel drenched in the waters of the Styx...but mostly oranges. You wore a bathrobe as well, your favorite color. A cute bow tie on the side which Hades had made for you with a boyish joy.

Hades now had parted your bathrobe a bit on the chest making you blush and he laid on the part that had revealed your bare skin and he let out a deep exhale and the fire on his head flickered a bit, sending small sparks on your bathrobe which you had to pat down quickly to prevent them from burning it. You of course had something to prevent his fire from causing damage to you but not the clothing you wore... so, there was a hole burned into it, and the smell was now being whisked away by the ventilation.

Upon relaxing you often found yourself running your hands across his shoulder, focusing on the feeling. The taut skin, the meatiness. The muscle...the rather sharp elbows, how bony they felt as you ran your fingers in soft circles around them. You then slipped your hand under his arm against his side. You noticed how his body slimmed down the lower your hand traveled, his waist not small, but shapely. You played with the side of his firm stomach and he let out a low verbal growl once more. His face reflecting pure bliss. He didn’t even have the energy to talk anymore, this meant he truly was worn out. All he had done was have lava baths and coal massages all day. He thankfully cooled off in the shower just before he hugged you. But he hadn’t done a single ounce of work. You agree that being so soothed sure made you tired as well. You trailed your hand up to his bony backbone and he shivered a bit, letting out a low slurred, “that’s nice...”.

You then found your own eyes start to close as he rhythmically rubbed his thumb in circles around your belly button.

He sure could snore. You woke up due to the vibrations of his snoring against your stomach. It tickled and traveled down your legs making you squirm a bit.

His fire was much dimmer than it usually was and took the form of a buzz cut look. Only momentarily flickering here and there, larger than that.

You looked at his face and studied his calm and sleeping features. The sharpness, the darkness around his eyes, almost hollow. His…quite luscious lips. Allowing a fang or two to poke out momentarily when he stirred and moved his mouth and of course, his dynamic chin which led him to lay the side his head on your chest instead of the front. His inhuman features where only starting to become normal to you...he was a god. And gods sure could have weird features and proportions.

He often spoke a bit in his sleep, slurred words mostly. But sometimes he could get louder, saying one word and then simmering down. This time the words “my...town” kept popping up and this made you smile in confusion.

He was always a hugger and a holder. Never was there a time where he did not have some part of his body touching you. And he often got very possessive of you in his sleep. He’d pull you in closer to him, waking you up loads of times, then continued to snore softly. He has often sleep groped your rear or continually squeezed softly any fat on your body he could take hold of. He even squeezed the muscle. He just would keep doing it until his motion lulled you back to sleep. Sometimes you found himself holding your hand against your back while sleeping, or firmly against your side. Restricting you a bit. As if he was making sure you wouldn’t try and get up. He’s apologized on numerous accounts, especially when you try and wake him up to let you go so that you can use the bathroom etc.

By the way, he is an extremely grumpy man when he’s woken up. He needs his 8+ hours or he’s going to be boiling from nonexistent underworld sunup to sundown.

He loves it when you both spoon each other. When you're facing each other in bed, your leg on top of him, holding him and pressing yourself against his chest. Oh, whenever he awakes to that...he can’t help but wake you by doing something…“uncalled for”

Just before bed though. He usually was very chatty. You both can talk about stupid things and just goof off together like two friends at a sleepover. You both will gossip, tease. Laugh at the stupidest things and can’t stop. And the more tired he grew the more stupid and silly the conversation turned and the deeper and whisper-like his voice would be until you both cant verbalize words anymore and just make noises at each other as you fell asleep.

“hmamhkdkz...”

“hjajiii?”

“Blurrf.”

“Zzzzzzzz......” x2

He loves cuddling your sensitive areas the most. Ass, neck whatever. That was his go-to spot. Along with the previously mentioned groping. He also just adores pinching your cheeks. Whenever he gets the chance, even if you find it annoying or not he just mocks you and calls you his (queen/king ) of the damned, my whole underworld, kitten/puppy, soul snatcher, the fire to his brimstone, a hunk of burning love...you get the gist.

You remember one time waking up before him and deciding that you wanted his attention right then and there. So, you crawled onto his chest and sat down, legs placed on either side of him. Feeling the lack of a heartbeat under you. As you looked at his sleeping mouth half-open face for a few minutes...smiling while sliding your hands under his nightshirt. He let out a low groan and turned his head from the pillow. Sleepily opening his eyes, looking up at you. Once you two locked eyes he clears his throat and slowly raised his hand to rub the corner of his eye. As his other eye continued to look you up and down with an eyebrow raised, the dark circled beneath his eyes making him look dog-tired. “Well hello there...” his voice was low and raspy and cracked a bit as he slid his hands up your thighs, his clawed fingers sliding against the back of them, as his thumbnails teases your skin as he presses them gently against you, then pulling back playfully.

“n-Ahem. N-Now this is a lovely wake up call. Tell Pain & Panic to cancel the alarm alert cause this- this is what I would like from now on...” his voice ended in a low drawl as he held the back of your rear and squeezed as he pulled you forward to his face, chuckling evilly as he did so, wiggling his eyebrows. Once his face was just in between your legs he gently closed them until they smooshed the sides of his face and he closed his eyes and relaxed in the skin between your legs with a smile.

Not what you thought he was going to do.

But unexpectedly adorable, nonetheless.

#disney hades #disneyhades x reader #disneyhades imagine #hades imagine #hades x reader

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redinkofshame · 4 years

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Happy Endings

I’m trying super hard to get back into writing again. I can do it!

Here is the first step: Finishing this horny trash where Solas is a “happy ending” masseuse for a very lucky Trevelyan. For @dadrunkwriting

And thanks to @littleblue-eyedbird for letting me borrow Venus!

NSFW obv, and also Content Warning for hating your thighs?

AO3

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“You did what?” Rose Trevelyan whispered incredulously.

Venus Lavellan nodded enthusiastically, grinning.

Rose set aside her sandwich, lunch forgotten. The breakroom was one hell of a place for her friend to bring this up. “Why? How?”

Venus laughed. “I’m sure you can figure out the ‘how’—”

“That’s not what a mean! Like, how did this happen? How did it even come up?”

Venus arched an eyebrow and smirked.

“Not that!” Rose hissed. “I just… Why?”

Venus shrugged as she chewed on her own meal. “The masseur, the ‘Fen’Harel’ one, he offered, and I don’t know… I couldn’t help but try it out.” Rose wasn’t convinced by Venus’ casual tone. “It’s not like, ‘on the menu’. It’s a service they occasionally provide in secret to special clients. Adaar got me on the list, but even then it’s not a guarantee.”

That Adaar was involved didn’t surprise Rose. “Of course it’s in secret, it’s illegal. I can’t believe you actually did it.”

“Me either! I didn’t think I would, but then… It was just so taboo, you know? Maybe it’s a Dalish thing—people have been telling me my whole life not to let the Dread wolf take me, and now—”

“And now you’ve paid him to.”

“Oof. Yeah. Pricey, too. Totally worth it, though,” she replied, still smiling.

Rose blinked. “Really?” Now that did surprise her. “But you can just… Get it for free. Or by yourself.”

“Not like that, you can’t,” Venus practically purred. “DIY doesn’t make me feel so… relaaaxed.”

A pang of jealously bit Rose— or maybe just curiosity. She went back to nibbling her sandwich. She couldn’t picture herself doing anything like that…

… Even after Venus spent the rest of their break describing exactly what that entailed in a hushed whisper.

Rose could never do something so clinical as that, of course. She’d never even has a one night stand! She didn’t judge her friend, though—she supposed it was fine as long as everyone was safe and happy. And Venus was practically glowing. Still, she couldn’t imagine sex without the emotional connection was worth it.

“So… I get to refer a friend,” Venus said as she tucked away her Tupperware. “Do you wanna?”

“Me? No!” Rose nearly tripped on her own chair as she stood. Several people turned to look at her, so she lowered her voice and repeated, “No. Thank you. I’m good.”

“I’m sure you could use a massage,” she insisted as they headed for the timeclock.

“No.”

“I’ll make you an appointment.”

Rose sighed at what could have been called her friend’s ‘knowing smile’ if she hadn’t been entirely off base. “Don’t you dare.”

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[11:01 AM] I made you an appointment :D [11:01 AM] Thursday. You’ll have to go right from work. [11:01 AM] Don’t forget to shave your legs.

[11:05 AM] No [11:05 AM] Cancel it

[11:05 AM] But there’s a cancellation/no show fee! [11:06 AM] You cant leave me hanging like that when I’m being so generous :(

[11:06 AM] I guess you’ll just have to go yourself then

[11:08 AM] Don’t think I’m not tempted. [11:08 AM] Come on. Please? Just get a reg massage if that’s all you want hon. [11:08 AM] Consider it an early bday gift

[11:15 AM] No funny business?

[11:15 AM] Not unless you want the ‘funny business’ [11:15 AM] BUT IF YOU DO you have to ask for it with a code phrase. It’s a consent thing. [11:16 AM] Do you want to know the password??

[11:16 AM] N O .

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Thursday afternoon Rose found herself at the high-end Evanuris Salon and Spa Resort. The staff all spoke in soft, calm, friendly tones as they gave her a locker key so she could get out of her work clothes and don a rather luxurious robe of soft cotton lined with terry cloth. It had pockets for her key and cell phone, but she left her phone behind in the spirit of the experience.

As recommended, she had arrived early to partake of the sauna, pool, and refreshments. After some fresh cucumber water and a handful of seemingly-exotic candied nuts (that were definitely not on her diet), Rose went out to the otherwise empty Women Only pool area. She eyed the water glistening in the sun longingly, but ultimately went to steam in the sauna instead. She hadn’t brought a bathing suit, and didn’t feel up to dropping her towel.

She’d only been outdoors in the nude once, on a camping trip with a boyfriend, and it had felt amazing… but she was too self-conscious to do it here. Even if it was only around other women (assuming others came in) she couldn’t just openly sit around all chubby and sagging.

But she could see the sparkling water through the small window in the redwood door, and it nagged at her as the minutes ticked by. Was she really going to turn down a rare opportunity to do something like this just because of some cellulite and stretch marks?

She didn’t want to be that kind of person. She marched right out of the heavy sauna air, tossed her robe to the side, and climbed into the perfectly heated water. The sunlight on her bare skin was exactly as liberating as she remembered. She reveled in it, enjoyed every minute of it (except for the brief interval where an impassive employee gathered some discarded towels and Rose pretended not to care). Unfortunately, she’d already wasted most of her pre-appointment time already.

She was soon climbing out of the water and back into her robe, dripping water into the provided sandals as she went to the little sitting room to wait for her masseuse. Her body still buzzed as she indulged in dark chocolate bark and some king of fancy fruity tea.

Her pulse jumped when the inner door opened, and she stood. She recognized him instantly from Venus’ description of him. “Rose?”

Venus hadn’t mentioned his voice sounding like pure sex. Or was that just her imagination? “Yes, hello.”

He reached out for her hand, giving it more of a squeeze than a shake. “Hello. I’m Fen’Harel. I’ll be servicing you today. Please, follow me.”

As he escorted her down a hallway lined with doors on both sides, each door labeled something like ‘Andruil’ or ‘June’, she chided herself. It was just a massage, after all. She’d had professional massages a few times before, and they’d been awesome. True, all her previous experiences had been with female presenting masseuses, but Venus had said this guy was very business-like.

How did one have business-like sex?

Well, she would never know, she supposed. When they reached a room labeled Fen’Harel he instructed her to disrobe and cover herself with the blanket as routinely as any professional would. He left the room, and she rushed out of her robe, folded it, and set it aside before climbing dutifully on the table. She nestled her face in the little padded thing after she awkwardly pulled the blanket up to her hairline.

She needn’t have hurried; she was left alone for several minutes. Under the weighty blanket, listening to the soft, vaguely-tribal music, her heartbeat calmed. It was a few moments before she realized the table itself was heated. The incense, whatever it was, was subtle and definitely had the intended relaxing effect.

A gentle knocked preluded his return. Things went as one would expect; he asked if she was experiencing any pain or tension, if she had problem areas or old injuries, if she had any requests. He asked her what her preference was for the intensity level,

“I like it hard, I guess,” she answered. Then her eyes went wide in her padded face thing as she realized what she’d said. “The pressure, I mean! Like, I’ve had those really intense deep massages before, and I liked them. I like it when I can still feel it the next day, you know? I-”

Rose abruptly stopped talking, having decided she was no longer allowed to speak to people ever again.

Her face burned as she heard a soft chuckle. “I understand. Let’s begin.”

He folded down the blanket to just above her butt, poured on some heavenly oil, and got to work. His hands glided over back, gently kneaded muscles, then smoothed along her shoulders for several minutes.

When he moved to one of her arms she started to move it into a better position for him, but he stopped her. “Allow me to move you,” he said, and gently moved her arm himself. “We want your muscles to stay completely relaxed.”

The arm rub was good. The hand rub was oddly so. She never really thought about tension in her fingers until he squeezed each one, base to tip. He gently laid her arm into a comfortable position and walked around the table to do the other side. This time she didn’t move.

He worked his way back to her neck, her shoulders, her back. This time he dug in deep. It took her a moment to realize he wasn’t using his elbows, just this thumbs— Maker, he must have crazy strong hands! Rose’s face was still hidden, so she didn’t bother hold back her wincing. It hurt, but she’d asked for this and she would take it silently.

“You carry a lot of tension in your lower back,” he said after some time.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before.”

“I’ve done what I can, but I think it would be beneficial if I could go lower; lower than the blanket. Would you be comfortable with that, or shall I keep working where I am?”

“Go ahead,” she said, not hesitating. Much. She actually often wished masseurs would work that area more, if she was honest. And it was just a butt.

She tried to ignore the way her flab moved around under his hands and to just enjoy the muscles being worked properly for once. She was plenty relaxed by the time he covered her with the blanket and moved again, this time to her feet.

Rose nearly groaned in pleasure as he dug his thumbs into her insteps. He folded up the blanket to work first one leg, then the other, he worked his way slowly up her calves and thighs, stopping well clear of her blanket-covered-portion. Her skin hummed happily all over.

“I would like to do your other side, now,” he explained when he was done. “I will hold up the blanket for privacy while you turn over.”

What? Half asleep, she hadn’t fully processed what he meant before the entire blanket lifted up, exposing all of her. Her head jerked up in alarm, but he was holding the blanket like a screen between them, high over his head. She gracelessly rolled her naked body onto her back. He leaned over her and dropped the blanket so that it covered her without him ever seeing her.

Rose tried to pull the blanket to cover herself her more fully. She snatched her hands back when she again heard, “Allow me to move you.”

She snapped her eyes closed, determined to relax her muscles and calm her thudding heart. She heard him moving around her, and her warm, oiled skin hummed all over in anticipation of where he would touch her next.

His hands went to her hair, surprising her. She resolutely kept her eyes very closed so she wouldn’t be awkwardly staring up at him as he gently massaged her scalp. He lowered to her neck, then shoulders. As his hands skimmed just below her collarbone she was excessively aware of how the pressure along her skin made her breasts shift beneath the blanket. She pretended not to feel her sensitive nipples hardening against the fabric, and hoped the blanket was thick enough that it wasn’t noticeable.

She dutifully kept her legs limp as he moved to massage the tops of them this time, and lamented internally over how it felt weird that the only part of her body that wasn’t being thoroughly oiled up were her breasts. Too bad she didn’t carry all her tension there…

He briefly skimmed over her feet again, an almost teasing press on her insteps, then he was moving up her calves, one and then the other. She tensed a little when he got to her thighs, her gross flabby thighs, and he must have noticed. His hands stopped. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Are you uncomfortable with being touched here?”

“No,” she lied. “Just ticklish. Please don’t stop.”

Fuck, that came out wrong. She almost explained that she meant to say both ‘please don’t worry’ and ‘you don’t need to stop’, but she kind of liked his small chuckle— even if it was at her expense.

“I will continue, if you wish,” he said, and he did. His thumbs kneaded the outer muscles of her thigh. Rose was confused when a few minutes later he said again, “I will continue, if you wish?”

“Yes,” was all she said. Then his hands slid a palm length under the blanket and she understood. He was asking to touch more of her. His caresses were warm and firm and it would have been soothing if she hadn’t been so stressed that he would find her fat thighs repulsive.

She nearly gave in and asked him to stop. Stupid, such a stupid thing to worry about your body around a professional, but she couldn’t shake the thought that he was secretly cringing as he touched her, wishing he hadn’t offered. The words were on the tip of her tongue when he interrupted her thoughts.

“I will continue, if you wish,” he said again, voice husky, heavy. Her eyes flicked open and she looked at his face, his pupils wide and dark, and knew that he did not want to stop.

She was so relieved to be desired, that he didn’t seem to notice her flaws, that the, “Yes,” fell from her lips immediately.

A smile tugged wickedly at the corner of his mouth. “Say it. You know the words; I need to hear them.”

Rose squeezed her eyes shut tight, and forced out the password Lavellan had given her against her will. “Dread Wolf take me!”

And so he did. Refusing to open her eyes she instead listened intently as he opened a drawer, but it was hard to hear over the pounding of her own damn heart.

Was she really going to go through with this?

Oh Maker, oh fuck, that was the sound of a condom wrapper!

This was happening. It was actually happening.

“Allow me to move you.” They low way he said it this time set her blood afire, even before the massage table shifted beneath her legs. With a clink of a lever her body remained on a stable surface, but the lower part of the table somehow split, spreading her legs apart. He did not move the blanket up higher.

Maker, this was starting to feel like a she was getting a Pap smear or something, this was such a bad idea…

His hands, wide flat palms up, slid under her ass. He lifted her easily, and shifted her to where he wanted her at the end of the table. Rose did her best to pretend her body was liquid and relaxed and this was totally normal. Up until his fingers, well lubricated this entire time, slid easily up in her.

She bit her lips together but let a small whimper escape so he wouldn’t think she was in pain or something. She made more gasps and tiny half-smothered moans as his crazy-strong fingers worked her. Enough to give him feedback, enough that to tell him that fuck that was exactly the right spot, but no louder. Were these rooms sound proof?

Satisfied, his fingers withdrew and one of his hands regained its position under her butt. She was hyper aware of his oiled thumb in her crack… Then his cock pushed into her.

Fuck.

He moved in her, but it wasn’t like any sex she’d had before. It was missing the… The smashing of bodies, of hips colliding. He pulled back well before any part of him touched her— other than his hands and dick of course. His movements were quick but steady, and without his body meeting hers it felt almost like using a dildo on herself instead of having sex.

But much, much better.

Maker, he must be packing if she was getting ‘just the tip’ from him and it felt as big as a normal cock. She screamed as he speed up and tried to lift her hips up towards him.

“Allow me to move you,” he panted.

Rose did her absolute best to resist the instincts telling her to pump her hips with him. He took pity on her and raised her hips himself, both hands beneath her hips and a slick thumb still pressing against her anus. He still never fully pushed into her or up against her, making it feel oddly distant for something so intimate.

When she was so close she couldn’t take it, did nothing to smother her pathetic whimpers pleading for release, he lowered her hips to the table. She didn’t have time to be disappointed before both of his strong, deft thumbs moved to either side of her clit and seconds later her whole world exploded. She came hard, harder than anything she remembered before. Her orgasm coursed through her entire body, every kneaded muscle, and lasted long enough to leave her panting hard.

Then she thought she heard a quiet voice say, “Beautiful…”

Rose’s eyes snapped open, and she saw him turning away to remove latex gloves he must have put on at some point. She took one look at the pink sheen on his face and closed her eyes again, deciding it was way too personal to look at a stranger in such a state. Sweet Andraste, she didn’t even know his real name!

She realized she also didn’t know if he got off. Did he just stop when she finished? Did he have to pace himself for multiple clients in a day?

“I’m going to step out so you can get dressed. Please take your time; there is no hurry,” he explained as he clicked the table back together. She pressed her legs closed as well. “Would you like some water?”

“Uh, yes, thank you.”

“Of course. I will wait in the hall.”

He left. The door shut, and the room was filled with a sudden silence and stillness.

Rose remained on the table for a moment to process what had just happened. Physically, her body still felt amazing; the tension from the sex had done nothing to ruin how loose it felt. She felt like she was glowing. And emotionally?

Holy fuck, she felt great. She burst aloud into a giggle. Finally climbing off the table, she grinned ridiculously and shook her head at herself. “Alright, Venus. You were right.”

Rose was going to have to send her one hell of a thank you fruit basket.

#Solavelyan #based off Tamaya hotel/spa in NM; US #well not the smut. They don't do happy endings #afaik #Solas #Rose Trevelyan #Venus Lavellan #dwc

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The Oasis: Chapter 8

Jon and Dany give into their feelings for each other. (Smut)

(A nerdy side note, since Valyrian is the basis of law language instead of our own Latin, thus affidavit is changed kiviovit which has the root word in Valyrian 'promise.')

Jon, make love to me. How could any man alive resist those words? The imperative and entreaty wrapped in them.

“Dany, I don’t--” Jon began. Fire glowed and crackled in those violet eyes. Aw, fuck. He was so screwed.

“You want me to beg for it? I’ll have a kiviovit notarized if you like,” she said. The snark almost made him laugh.

The proposition put some color back in her cheeks. No more bloodless pallor. The mental gaffe made him wince. Didn’t touch his erection though. Nope, as soon as she kissed him he was back to full-salute. It was embarrassing. He’d almost gotten used to functioning while rock hard. Don’t drive or operate heavy machinery.

“I won’t argue with you on that, Counsellor,” Jon said, rubbing her upper arms, “I just want to be absolutely clear, what with the video and everything.”

“I am fine,” she said, raising her right hand as if swearing an oath, “I, Daenerys Targaryen, being of sound mind and body, do so consent to enthusiastic participation in carnal acts with one, Jon Snow, dated today, the eighteenth day of the ninth month.” Despite himself, Jon’s shoulders quivered with repressed laughter.

“‘Enthusiastic participation?’ I like that bit.”

Daenerys’s answering smile only wobbled a little, her gaze clear and steady. Damn, how did opposing lawyers face her down on a daily basis? Her strength blazed out of her, a beacon on a hill.

“I thought you might. So?” she asked. Jon settled back on his haunches and folded his arms over his chest.

“We go slow. If I get a hint that you’re bluffing through anything, we stop cold, got it? That’s the only way we’re doing this.” Something nudged into her forthright countenance. Daenerys chewed on her lower lip, expressive eyebrows puckered.

“That’s really not necessary. It’s better if we just get to it before--”

“Before what? You talk yourself out of it?” Jon asked with a scowl. Daenerys flushed crimson, picking at the ragged edges of her fingernails.

“No, not at all. We should keep going before . . . before it . . . fizzles.”

“Fizzles? I’m not gonna lose interest, babe. Trust me on that. If you have any doubts, ask him,” Jon said, gesturing toward his erection. It stood up, undaunted. She startled him by reaching her hand down to grip his cock. Even blunted by his clothing, her tentative touch sent pleasure curling warm through his veins. Jon hissed in a breath through his teeth. Daenerys stroked him slowly, cautiously, fascination kindled in her rapt gaze. Mm . . . yeah.

“I was talking about me,” she said quietly, “I can never seem to . . . relax.”

Jon frowned, digesting her words. A difficult task, considering her maddening stroking.

“When we were in the elevator, was it . . . fizzly? Or earlier this morning?” he asked. Daenerys tittered nervously. Damn, she was cute.

“No,” she whispered.

“Let’s start there, then,” Jon said, leaning close to breathe a kiss on her lips. He sank into the kiss, reveling her sharp intake of breath, the sweet pressure of her mouth, warm, wet stroke of her tongue, her taste . . . Jon lost himself in it, braced on the bed above her.

Dany slid her fingers into his hair, tugging when he found a particularly sensitive spot. He grunted at the faint sting of pain that only quickened the drumbeat of arousal. Slow. Slow. He concentrated on measuring his movements, a slow careful dance. Drinking in her face for signs of distress. It added to the tension, an anxious sort of tenderness. His hands molded to the warm shape of her, tracing the slope of her collarbones, cupping the tender weight of her breasts, sliding down to clasp her hips. Daenerys made a soft sound, straining up toward him. Soon, her hands were tugging at his shirt.

Jon mourned the loss of the kiss as he broke away to peel off his shirt. Daenerys’ trembling hands shucked off her nightgown, leaving her naked beneath him. Jon froze, winded by the glory of her. The modest heft of her breasts topped with pert pink nipples, miles of perfect milk-white skin, the dip of her navel, the soft mound of her pussy . . .

“Gods, Dany, you’re so fucking beautiful.” Her hands smoothed over his stomach, his chest, warm and shy. A gentle, ticklish sensation.

“So are you,” she said, tugging him down by the waistband of his sweatpants. Jon grinned, pressing a lingering kiss to her soft lips. Shoving down his pants and underwear, he squirmed out of the shackle of his clothes. His cock pulsed in the cooler air, the head gleaming fluid. Daenerys gripped him, stroking. Too light, too gentle. Nevertheless, Jon choked out a strangled sound. Pleasure ratcheted higher, his heartbeat pounding loud in his ears. Jon clasped his hand over hers, guiding her in a tight, sinuous rhythm.

“Yes. Just like that.” Jon arched helplessly into her touch as Dany squeezed and stroked. Oh fuck, she was so beautiful. Cheeks flushed pink, pupils fat and dark. The pleasure built . . . oh. Too much. Heat poured off him.

“Wait, wait. I need a break,” Jon said, prying her hand off and kissing her palm. Dany’s grin was wicked, and winded him surely as a blow. Jon gulped down air, breathing in the tantalizing scent of her. Warm and womanly with a tang of sweat and shampoo. Daenerys nuzzled his nose with her own.

“I um, have an implant for birth control. And I . . . I saw my doctor last week and got tested. So everything’s good.”

Jon closed his eyes, burying his burning face in the silky cloud of her hair. Bless her. The safe sex talk. Normal, practical things every conscientious person discussed before jumping into bed with someone. The constant thrum of sex hormones pumped through him when she was around had dumbed him down.

“I get tested regularly too. I always use condoms. I was checked a month ago. Haven’t been with anyone since then,” he said, suddenly feeling shy.

Berating himself for not thinking of it sooner, Jon rummaged in his bedside table for a condom. Daenerys lay back against a nest of pillows, picking at her fingers, watching him with wide eyes. Jon crawled closer, stretching beside her on the pillows.

“Slow,” Jon repeated, kissing her nose.

Kissing was good. He kept them soft, light pecks, his hands smoothing down the warm fine-grained skin of her arms. Massages had relaxed her, maybe that was his best bet. Jon nestled closer, shivering at the delicious press of bare skin.

“Relax,” he whispered, deepening the kiss with a languid flick of his tongue.

Time stretched on. Pleasure bloomed warm and simmering. Jon kissed her neck, her collarbone, laving her breasts with his tongue before working his way back to her mouth. Yes. Dany’s mouth opened like a flower to him. He loved the salty tang of her skin, the texture of her nipples as he suckled them. Drinking in her heat, her beauty. Every gasp and sigh was his reward, her fingers carding through his hair. Jon kissed his way down her belly, settling between her thighs. He petted the seam of her pussy, already slick. Fuck.

“So wet already,” Jon growled. The ache in his balls intensified. He wished for the clarity of focus he found during massage, but the instead of a cool zen bubble, arousal made it a molten, drunken snare swallowing him whole.

“Jon,” Dany groaned, her voice low and needy. Jon pressed a soothing kiss to her inner thigh, the skin tender and warm.

A soft lick at her pretty pink clit sent her squirming beneath him. Oh fuck, the taste of her, musky and salty-sweet, drove him half-mad. Jon spread her open with his tongue, seeking more of that wonderful taste. Such a beautiful pussy. The dark blond hair trimmed to a fine fuzz, the swollen lips coaxed open like flower petals with its gradients of pink and red and scarlet. The scent of her was dizzying. He could get drunk on her. Strong thighs squeezed his head.

Jon’s mouth watered. He wanted to overwhelm her with pleasure, shove past any nonsense about ‘fizzling.’ Jon lapped at her nether lips alternating between broad and pointed strokes; he suckled on her sweet clit, easing one finger inside. Plush and tight. So fucking tight. Dany thrashed and tugged at his hair, broken words and hungry gasps and whimpers falling from her lips. Jon kept at her, feeling the tension building and building . . . oh fuck yes. Dany arched beneath him, her muscles spasming around his finger in a powerful orgasm. Hell yeah. Jon groaned against her, easing her through it with gentle kisses. Dany’s dark violet eyes met his over the flushed, quivering terrain of her dewy body.

“More?” Jon whispered. Dany shivered, canting her hips up toward his face in mute plea. She mouthed the word ‘more’ but no sound came out. Jon cupped the sweet weight her buttocks, spreading her wider.

He dove headlong into ‘more,’ licking and sucking and loving her gorgeous pussy until she came . . . and came . . . and came. He drank up her squeals and delicious shudders. Jon squeezed her buttocks, teasing the damp crease with his littlest finger. He imagined sliding a finger inside her back entrance, then he imagined fucking her like that and he had to peel away to breathe down his own arousal. Just the thought of it had his dick throbbing.

“Come here. Oh Jon, come here, please,” Dany said, her voice hoarse and sexy.

Jon wiped his face and slithered up the length of her body, intent on kissing her. He was waylaid by her perfect breasts, tasting the sweat dewed on the undercurve. Daenerys nipped the upper curve of his ear, squirming and rubbing against the heavy pulse of his cock at the crease of her thigh.

“Come here, I need you,” she commanded. A regal queen’s word.

Need—easily appeased by coaxing orgasms from the sweetest pussy he’d ever tasted—stirred and roared inside him. Jon eased back, riffling through the rumpled sheets for the condom. His cock tipped up toward his belly, flushed a deep purple-red, the head gleaming with fluid, his balls heavy. Dany’s warm, wicked hand pumped him. The sight of her dewy and panting was a potent sexual cocktail. Fuck, it would be a miracle if he lasted more than a couple strokes. Arousal pounded along with the rush of blood in his ears, skittered across his skin like static.

He smoothed on the condom and petted the seam of her pussy with his cockhead. The light bump against her clit made her mewl. Her mouth was hot and hungry, finding sensitive spots along his throat. Dany arched for more, her swift panting fluttering against his skin. Jon eased in, moaning at the tightness of her. Sweat broke out. The universe narrowing to this bed, this woman. Gods, even with prolonged foreplay, she was still so . . . fucking . . . tight. Soothing his unspoken worry, Dany wiggled and shoved to take more of him, violet eyes wide and dark with hunger.

“Yes, oh yesss,” she said in a low hiss. With one last thrust, he was inside. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Hot and wet and silken. The condom was a godssend. It blunted the sensation just enough to keep him sane. Daenerys peppered his face with soft little kisses, her hands smoothing down his back and buttocks. Tender and sweet. So fucking sweet. His heart gave a sharp flip in his chest.

“Gods, Jon. You feel so good,” she whispered against his lips.

Jon was beyond words. That required higher brain function. Now he was using every ounce of mental fortitude not to pin her down and rut until he came. Make it worth her while. Hours of orgasms. She’ll stay if you do. Jon wasn’t sure he liked that voice in his head, but the idea appealed to him. He smoothed his hands up her sides, cupping the weight of her breasts, sweeping her hair into a silver wave on his pillow. Erotic thoughts multiplied in his mind. Fisting his hands in that hair as he fucked her from behind, feeling the plush cling of her pussy as she rode him, watching those puffy pink lips distend around his cock . . .

Jon groped for focus. He guided her legs to frame his hips as he thrust in a slow, heavy rhythm. Dany’s head fell back on the pillow, moist, kiss-bruised lips parted. Her fingernails bit into his back, a pleasant sting. Jon shifted the angle, seeking to rub her clit with the press of his body, searching for the hot spots inside. Her half-startled gasp when he leaned over, weight braced on his elbows, gave him his answer. The tension built, her body writhing beneath him as she strove higher. A couple more thrusts and . . . oh yeah, there she went wailing into another end-of-the-world orgasm. Jon clenched his eyes shut, the slick milking of inner muscle beckoning him to let go. He wrestled down the impulse with some effort.

Jon always enjoyed sex. The buildup was fun, the juicy ride even better, but this . . . this was on a different plane. The way she petted his hair, the deep mysteries of her eyes, the taste and tenderness of her kisses, the sweet grip of her pussy. Dany. Dany. Jon drank her in like he was dying of thirst. Her pussy hugged him, a silky instroke, then a plushy cling as he pulled back. The edges of his vision began to pulse. The rhythm twisted into something deeper, hotter. Soon, he was pounding into her.

“Oh, baby. It’s so good. I can’t stop,” he groaned. It was too rough, too deep. Daenerys’ fingernails raked burning furrows down his back. Her gasps turned to snarls. Jon hissed, fiercely, possessively roused.

“P—Please don’t stop! Oh . . . oh gods!” her muscles clamped around him, her head thrown back as she came. White heat gathered at the base of his spine, a warning tingle in his balls.

Jon howled through his climax, come pouring from him in thick spurts. Pleasure arched through him like lightning. Intense, blinding, shrieking whiteness. It seemed to last forever before he slumped boneless on top of her. Scorched skin over blackened bones. Seared by the heat of pleasure, by her glory.

Her toes curled. Daenerys always thought it was a cliché. She disliked cliché on a visceral level. Trite. Redundant. But as aftershocks shivered through her, she found it to be true. Toe-curling, earth-shattering delight. She floated, steam-rolled by pleasure. All those wonderful endorphins doing their thing. Bonding over a life-threatening experience, a massive crush, and steamy helping of incredible sex . . . she was already in serious danger of falling for him, and falling hard. At best, inconvenient. At worst, a soul-shattering mistake.

Daenerys licked her lips, tasting Jon. The skin around her lips and chin tingled with stubble burn. She blinked open tear-blurred eyes, waves of satisfaction washing over her, like the lap of warm surf. The sunlight washing through the thick grey curtains made a diffuse light. Currents of air chilled sweat-damp skin. Jon was a lax, heavy weight on her chest, his cock still thick inside her. Mm, residual pleasure made her muscles tighten around him. He stirred with a low sound, nuzzling the side of her neck. His beard gave a plush prickle.

Daenerys forced life into her arms, smoothing her hands down the corded strength of his back. Gods, his body. Masculine perfection in the slopes of muscle, the dusting of body hair, the girth of his cock. Daenerys pressed a kiss to his wild hair. Jon groaned, heaving himself onto his elbows. Dark eyes swallowed her whole, deep and soulful. His reddened mouth quirked into a small, shy smile. Daenerys’s heart lurched. Yeah, she was falling fast.

“That was, um . . .” he said, his voice deliciously rough.

“Fantastic,” Daenerys said.

“Yeah. I was going to say intense.”

“That too.”

“And you’re still . . .” Daenerys said, arching her hips, bringing singing awareness to where they were still joined. Jon uttered a sexy little hum, grinding his hips to hers. Daenerys bit her lip to contain a whimper. Her body clung to him, a jealous shiver that lit up all those throbbing hot spots. Her clit pulsed, greedy for more. Jon cursed.

“Yeah. Still hard. Couldn’t tell you why. I came harder than I ever had.”

“Really?” she asked, unable to stop herself.

“Really, Dany.”

Jon closed the distance between them to kiss her. Greedy for contact, she petted his beard, rubbed his hairy calves with the soles of her feet as their tongues tangled sweetly. Astonishingly, fresh arousal began to heat. Daenerys twined her arms around him, drawing him closer. Jon broke the kiss to gasp for air, he nudged her forehead with his. Again, that sheepish smile.

“As fucking awesome as this feels, I need to ditch the condom.” Daenerys nodded, clutched at his shoulders, already mourning the loss of him.

Jon gripped the condom and pulled out with a low hiss. Daenerys admired his naked buttocks as he slipped into the bathroom. She slumped back onto the bed, dragging the covers up over her body. The bed was the room’s one extravagance: thick dark-stained bedposts, a downy mattress and soft sheets. She basked in the luxury.

“What am I going to do?” she whispered.

Without Jon’s strong presence to ward them away, anxious thoughts crowded in. The video file, the harpies, Vis, Daario. Some good news was that the thought of her cheating ex didn’t even sting. Daenerys sat up, raking her fingers through her tangled hair. The humid scent of sex rose up in a soft cloud. A part of her wanted to hide in the shelter of Jon’s fierce embrace until the sun burned out.

Jon reappeared, gloriously naked, his cock jutting thick out in front of him. His expression was somewhere between sheepishness and appreciation as his gaze wandered over her.

“You sure you’re ok?” he asked, raking his fingers through his hair. A hint of a frown gathered between his eyebrows.

“I’m great. Thanks to you,” she said. Daenerys rolled toward him as if pulled by gravity.

Jon set one knee on the mattress, looking pensive. She dreaded the words he would say, that he regretted the mind-blowing sex, that they should focus on the task at hand, blah, blah, blah.

“Dany . . .”

Daenerys gave into the yammering hunger and bent to lick his cock. Whatever words he had were lost in a choked gasp. Oh yes. There was a faint rubbery aftertaste from the condom, but as she lapped the fat bulk of his cockhead, more salty fluid leaked on her tongue. Yum. She gripped him, drawing him deeper, petting the tracery of veins. Jon panted and cursed above her, his hips rocking toward her. Mm, the heat and glide, slick with spit. She took as much of him as she could. His girth and length stretched her jaw. Jon’s hands cupped her head, trembling as he stroked her hair. The raw, wild look in his eyes made whetted the hunger sharper, deeper. Daenerys sought the weight of his balls, petted the springy mat of his pubic hair.

“Fuck, Dany. That’s so good.” The roughness in his voice went straight to her core.

Daenerys kneaded her clit with her free hand, moaning around his cock at growing tension, the delicious, bottomless pleasure. A feedback loop of desire. Gods! The pleasure sharpened, her vision whited out and—her orgasm struck her like a blow as she drooled around the hot, fat weight of his cock. The sound Jon uttered was barely human, face twisted in a snarl.

Jon peeled her off, muscling her beneath him on the bed. Bouncing on the mattress, Daenerys spread her legs, eager for that breathless moment before he entered her. He draped her legs over his shoulders, one hand braced on the bed. With his free hand, he guided his cock to her entrance. Slow, teasing. Mm, hot, naked flesh. A pause, an expectant look watching anxiously for her reaction.

“Ok? You want it?” he asked. Daenerys wiggled, but the angle left her flailing and deliciously helpless beneath his dark, hungry eyes and tight grip.

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice hoarse. Jon kept up that light, teasing stroking, just barely nudging inside, interspersed with glancing strokes against her clit. Dany panted and squirmed for more, feeling hot-faced and empty. So achingly empty.

“Say it,” he said. The command was silken in that deep, rich voice. Though phrased as a command, there was a note of pleading behind it. Breath whistled between her gritted teeth. Pinned beneath his weight and strength.

“I . . . I want you.”

Jon’s smile was fierce. A nudge and swivel of his hips. Daenerys whimpered and clenched around the glancing pressure of his cock.

“You want what? Let me hear those filthy words on your pretty mouth,” he pressed. Mm, the hot, vital energy pouring off his sweat-sheened body. The angles of his face, rugged and pretty, brooding and pouty at once. Daenerys licked her lips, a movement he followed with intense interest.

“I want your . . . cock inside me. I want you to . . . to fuck me full of your come.” Jon’s warm, chocolate brown eyes flew wide in surprised pleasure. Such beautiful eyes, pupils pools of black.

“Oh gods, Dany!” Jon said, bending to seize her mouth in a fierce kiss. Jon released her hands, cradling her head to deepen the kiss. Folded in half, Daenerys shoved her fingers into his hair, clutching him close. Sucking on his warm, nimble tongue, searching for more of that elusive Jon-taste. His muffled noise buzzed in her mouth. Oh yes, so good. The heat and magic of his touch melted her mind. A sharp icicle jab reminded her in that same creepy sing-song: Not for long, not for longgg . . . The world outside crouched, ready to pounce.

“Stop,” Jon breathed, petting her face, “Wherever you’re going in your head, stop. Stay here with me.”

A rain of hot, sweet kisses washed over her face: her nose, her eyelids, her lips. Daenerys whimpered, clinging to him as he rocked against her. The blunt head of his cock ground into her clit. Pleasure wiped her mind blank and white, the edges a pink soft-focus shimmer.

Jon shifted back upright, hands braced on either side of her. A surge forward, his thick club of flesh sliding in with torturous slowness. Mm, yesyesyes, sliding deeper, deeper, so hot, his cock throbbing at the mouth of her womb . . . Her pulse was a pounding throb in her ears, the edges of her vision pulsating red. Pleasure climbed and twisted into a clenching, desperate shiver. Inner muscle hugged him. The closeness, naked heat. All that delicious contact. Stretched beneath him, an offering.

The withdrawal and thrust back in. Again and again. Oh yessss . . . Fuck, her toes curled. The sunlight made his white sweat-damp skin glisten, blue highlights glinting in his mussed black curls. The broad, smooth planes of his body, black chest hair curled around flat, coin-sized nipples. He was so beautiful.

“Fuck, Dany, you have the sweetest pussy,” Jon gasped. Daenerys gulped in air. Thrashing, gasping, and coming under the slow, deep strokes. Heavy, deliberate. Touching all those sweet spots inside, each thrust nudging her clit.

“Yes! Oh I love it when you come.” Jon’s voice was like a touch, a medley of roughened consonants and aspirated vowels. Sex and sin.

Each climax primed her for more. It was a different echelon, drawn from deep inside, from secret places beneath the bedrock. Jon guided her legs from his shoulders to wrap around his hips. Daenerys whimpered, relishing the weight of him, the sweet press of contact. Lost in his eyes. Knowing him and known herself. They heaved, thrashed together. She arched her back to meet each swiveling stroke, hands cupping the taut flexing weight of his buttocks. Jon’s mouth hung slack, lips ripe and sweet. Tension gathered deep inside, shining and inevitable. They detonated together, tangled up in each other.

Sometime later, Jon’s softened cock slipped free with a sticky trickle of fluid. He lifted his head. Blinking at her with dark, dreamy eyes, wearing the same dazed look as she. A lazy, stupid smile stretched her face. Gods, she’d never felt like this. Every ounce of tension ironed out, all her problems miles away.

“I’m sorry,” he said at last. Daenerys frowned, gathering her scattered wits.

“For what?” she asked. Jon’s mouth twisted in a sheepish look. The ripple of anxiety ebbed away. Whatever he had to say, it was embarrassment, not regret that urged him.

“For coming inside you. We didn’t talk about that.” Daenerys’ answering shrug was a twitch of shoulder. Under normal circumstances, having unprotected sex with a perfect near-stranger would have sent her spiraling into a panic attack. Amazing how threats on her life had reframed her capacity for equanimity. And it was Jon. He was so good and kind.

“It felt wonderful. Neither of us have anything. I have an implant. Where’s the problem?”

“I haven’t had sex without a rubber since . . . since . . .” he said, half-startled by the admission. Daenerys tugged his hair gently in reproof.

“Word to the wise: talking about previous lovers whilst in bed with your current lover is considered bad form. As is apologizing after sex,” Daenerys said. Jon laughed.

“Sorry,” he said. That set both of them off into snorting fits. Flying high on sex endorphins and laughter. As they tapered off, Jon bent to press a chaste kiss to her lips.

“While I try to pry my foot out of my mouth, you shower first. I’ll order us some food. Any preferences?”

“Food!” Daenerys said dreamily, “I’d love to try that Pentoshi place with the noodles.” Jon’s sexy grin made her heart stutter.

“Spicy?” he asked with an arched brow. “The spicier the better. I love dragon peppers,” she said. “Coming right up!” Jon said.

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