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reiderwriter · 9 months

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🌞 Just Hanging Out 🌞

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, suggestive MINORS DNI 18+

WC: 3k

Summary: To kick off your vacation, you find yourself at Rossi's mansion with your team for a big summer barbeque. A hammock in the garden catches your eye, and you enlist Reid to help you have some fun in the sun.

Warnings: reader is a tease, shy Spencer, sexual arousal (M and F) no physical smut (god I wish we still used the citrus system).

A/N: Here's my second entry to @imagining-in-the-margins CM Summer Sunshine Fic Challenge! Thanks to everyone who helped my pick the plot for this one :) I was also intending for this to be a reply to one of my requests for more BAU reader, but unfortunately tumblr deleted that request so 🤡 I'm tagging the account below anyways, and I have three more BAU reader fics coming in the next two weeks-ish, including my new series That's What You Get, so I hope you like this fic and be sure to look out for the others! Enjoy~

Here's my masterlist and my requests are open!

It was mid-August, and thankfully, the serial killers of America had given up crime for one week of the year to allow you to enjoy some much needed vacation time. The entire team had been put on annual leave, and you were determined to enjoy it to the absolute capacity of your ability.

Despite being together year-round, you actually enjoyed the company of your coworkers, so when Rossi announced he was planning a summer barbeque at his place to kick off your vacation time, you were ecstatic. If Rossi’s barbecuing skills were anything like his pasta making skills, you were expecting to eat yourself into a food coma and not wake up for the next seven days.

“Not a single one of you will touch this grill, stand within a 1 foot radius of this grill or even dare to look at this grill, so help me God, are we understood?” Rossi announced as soon as you arrived, the last of the BAU team to gather in his self-proclaimed mansion. The gardens were beautiful, and the kids were already running riot on the slip and slide that he had set up for them, screaming and giggling in delight.

“Trust me, you’re not getting me near that thing today, Rossi,” you laugh as you pour yourself a glass of wine from the refreshments table. “Last time I was anywhere near a grill I almost died.”

“I don’t remember encountering any unsubs who used grills as their weapon of choice,” JJ laughed at you as she held out her own glass and you gladly filled it for her.

“That’s because it wasn’t on a case, it was a family barbeque when I was 17 and my grandfather thought I should learn some ‘practical skills,’” you shot a grin at her as she rolled her eyes at you and walked away.

You grabbed your glass and looked for somewhere to perch yourself while you took in the sun. Morgan and Prentiss had already grabbed the two sun-loungers on the patio and were both sitting shirtless (with a bikini top on in Prentiss’s case) taking in as much sun as they could. Garcia was similarly sprawled on the deck sofa, and JJ joined her their after grabbing her refreshment, Will stood by the edge of the deck watching over the kids. Hotch had the amazing foresight to bring his own camping chair, and was set up similarly with one eye on Jack and the other on a book in his hand.

And just where you were expecting him, Spencer Reid was stood awkwardly at the edge of the house, in the only spot of shade he could find, leaning slightly against the door, and squinting into the sun.

“Rossi, you got any other chairs I can grab for me and Reid?” you called out to your host.

“There should be some over by the shed, they might need a bit of a dusting down though.”

“Come on pretty boy, you can’t just be standing all day, you’re going to make me feel tired just watching you,” you laughed up at him and caught the flush of his cheeks as he finally caught that you meant him to follow you.

“I’m really fine here over in the shade, I don’t do too great in the sun, anyways. More of an autumnal person, really…”

“I’d feel bad seeing you stand all day, and besides, what if I need a big, strong man to help me carry my chair over?” As he gaped his mouth open and closed looking for a retort, you felt the small flash of victory spread warm your chest. It wasn’t that you liked messing with Reid, it’s that he was an easy target and actually you loved it.

Having joined the team only the year prior, you’d quickly found the genius incredibly endearing, loving to listen to his little monologues about whatever topic had popped into his head that day, often earning groans from your other colleagues as you encouraged him to keep going.

You’d discovered your love of making him squirm a few months into the job, when you had to interrogate a submissive partner of an unsub together. After theorising that the submissive personality had a thing for women who looked like you, especially ones that were pretty dominant and controlling, you’d decided to give him what he wanted. You’d popped the top button, walked into the room and given him your best shot before having to re-strategize.

“What if we send Reid in there with her?” Morgan was the one to suggest, “Have him act a bit touchy, show him something he’s missing out on. We already tried giving him what he wanted, let’s see how he reacts to someone he doesn’t view as a threat getting everything he thinks he’s entitled to.”

It was a good guess, and it worked. You’d walked into the room, and let Reid start asking the questions. He’d gently laid a hand on your thigh, just high enough for the suspect to notice, and you’d done nothing but quietly whisper directly into his ear, watching the entire time to see how the man in front of you would react. He’d cracked in ten minutes and started spewing misogynistic drivel, so angry that he accidentally confessed to the crime and gave away his partner’s location.

It seemed Reid had cracked just a bit too. He’d avoided eye-contact with you for an entire week after that, and whenever he talked to you in that time, it was like his brain short-circuited. You’d bought a genius with an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory to his knees with a few whispers in his ear, and you loved the rush of power you felt remembering it. The memory of his strong hand on your thigh did nothing to quell your growing attraction towards the man.

“If you wanted someone big and strong, you should’ve asked Morgan,” Reid snapped you out of your thoughts as he diligently followed you in the direction Rossi had pointed. It was a pretty secluded spot in the garden, a little bit away from the action and you were glad to be out of earshot so you could begin your teasing of the Good Doctor.

“I’m sure you’re big and strong in certain places, Spencer,” you smiled at him, and began looking at the chairs.

You spotted it in the corner, then, the perfect tool for your torment. It seemed relatively new, barely used but still pretty sturdy, and you knew this was it.

“Hey, Rossi, what about this hammock in the corner, can I set this up, too?” you shouted back over to the group and grinned up at Reid.

“Do you have a death wish? Because if so, go ahead and tangle with that devil.” Rossi shouted back, not even looking up from the miriad of sausages and burgers he was working on.

“That sounds like a challenge to me, Doc.” You say and you start pulling it out into the sunlight, Reid steps behind you sighing in defeat. He knew that once you had your mind set on something, you were pretty stubborn about completing it.

“Okay, can you give me a boost?” The bed of the hammock fell to about your chest height, and whilst you knew you were probably able to climb in by yourself, you were wearing a particularly short sundress, and as much as you teased Reid, you didn’t exactly want to give the rest of your team and their families an eyeful.

“You want me to try to lift you into this thing?” Reid squeaked out, a look of confusion passing over his features.

“Yeah, just grab my hips and give me a boost and I’ll swing my legs over and straddle it. Then we can see what’s it's like.” He moved cautiously up behind you, letting his hands graze your waist.

“Reid, you’re going to have to hold me a bit tighter than that if we’re actually going to get anywhere.” You placed your hands over his and pushed his grip down stronger; you could practically hear him gulp from behind you. He pushed you up, and you almost had it, but you couldn’t quite pull yourself up and into it.

After a few attempts, you realised it wasn’t going to work. Reluctantly pulling yourself out of Reid’s grip, you turned to face him.

“New plan, you get in first and pull me up.”

“What? I don’t want to go anywhere near that thing, didn’t you hear what Rossi said?”

“Come on Reid, just this once, for me? We have to try at least!” you pouted up at him now with pleading eyes, hoping that you wouldn’t have to resort to batting your eyelashes at him to get him to agree.

“One attempt, and then I’m grabbing a normal chair and leaving, okay?” He negotiated, but you didn’t care and excitedly wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him in for a hug.

“Yay, thank you! I love you, Reid, you know that?” you pulled back slightly to deliver that last line, your arms still around his neck, watching the redness spread upto his cheeks.

He mumbled a quick whatever and pulled away to begin his attempts.

Perhaps it was his few extra inches of height or spindly frame, but Reid managed to climb up quite easily, not even rocking the hammock that much in his ascent.

He sat up pretty steadily, and you lifted your arms to him, and that’s when it all started going wrong. You’re combined weight wasn’t enough to break the hammock, but it was enough to set it off into an unsteady rocking that made your stomach lurch slightly. You swung your leg as best you could over Reid’s, already in the hammock, and as soon as you found some purchase there, he lowered one hand to pull your lower body up as well.

It was just unfortunate that the place his hand landed was directly over your ass, and you let out a sharp gasp as he grabbed it tightly and hauled you up to sit directly over him, chest to chest, practically straddling his entire body in the cramped space of the hammock bed.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I meant to grab your hip.” He tried to let go of you and push his hands up where you could see them, but the sudden movement made the hammock lurch dangerously so you snapped your hand over his and forced them back to their previous position.

“No sudden movements, Spencer, I don’t particularly want to be the butt of all jokes for the next year if we fall out of this thing.” You panicked slightly and squirmed a little in your position, trying to explore your range of movement.

“How are we going to get out of this if we can’t move?” he shot back at you, a look of mild discomfort on his face, and an I-told-you-so begging to escape his lips.

“If you just give me a minute to explore our options, maybe I would be able to figure that out.”

“If you keep squirming like that we’re going to have more problems than just how to get down,” he huffed under his breath, but he was so close that it was impossible for you to miss it.

It was your turn to blush now, as you caught his insinuation. With his hand firmly on your ass, and your legs either side of his, you could feel the entire length of his body below you. Each squirm you made the dampness between your legs pool a little bit more and then you in-turn squirmed even more in a vicious cycle.

After a few minutes, there was no denying that the thing prodding your core was Spencer’s sizable… appendage.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry, it’s just a natural reaction,” he groaned out from below you when he realised you could feel it too, and you’d never heard anything so beautiful as the moans he was accidentally vocalising.

“It’s my fault, I’m sorry for being so stubborn about this. Let me see if I can figure something else out,” you cautiously slid your hands up his chest, and he screwed his eyes shut. Pushing against his shoulders, you slowly pulled yourself up to a seated position, doing your best to not rock the hammock too much. The new position did nothing to dampen the friction the two of you were feeling, and you knew that you were a few seconds away from a point of no return. Your hips bucked slightly against him against your will, and you really hoped he hadn’t noticed that was totally not to the benefit of you getting out of the hammock.

You looked down to the ground so you could see how far the descent would be, and if you’d have to call for backup anytime soon. Luckily you thought you’d be able to make it if you just swung your legs over the side and got out as quickly as possible, but fate had other plans.

“Spencer, Y/N what are you two doing over here?” came Emily’s voice from behind you. Spencer’s eyes shot open and he pulled his head up slightly to look at her. However, his movement had rocked the hammock a little bit harder than before, so he had to grab your hip to steady the two of you, pushing you further down into him. You did your best to stifle the moan, biting down hard on your tongue as you did so.

“Oh you know, just hanging out,” he managed to get out in reply, his voice notably higher than it usually was.

“You sure you guys don’t need any help? That doesn’t look like the safest of chairs.” Emily’s questioning stare never lifted and you knew that if she caught wind of what was actually going on, you wouldn’t be able to look her in the eye for an entire year. You couldn’t accept the help.

“Yeah, we were just going to climb down in a second, we’re just checking to see how… sturdy it is right now.”

“Sturdy. Right. Well, Rossi said the food would be ready to start serving in a few minutes and asked me to call you guys over.”

“We’ll be right there, thanks Emily.” You smiled at her and she made to walk away, a suspicious look still on her face.

“What do you mean we’ll be right there, I can’t go over there like this!” Spencer whisper yelled into your ears.

“What else was I supposed to say to get her to go away,” you whisper yelled back. You ran a free hand through your hair, and shifted again, your legs beginning to cramp up a little in the awkward position.

“Okay you get down, I’ll make a break for the bathroom, say all this moving around made me need to pee or something, and then we meet up again on the patio and pretend this never happened?” he said and you nodded quickly.

You began to lift your body weight up and remove your legs from the tangle you were stuck in, and that’s when the hammock reared it’s ugly head for the final time. As you lifted your leg slowly, you accidedntally got your foot stuck in the side of the fabric, and pinned there but still moving, the hammock toppled and spat both of you out unceremoniously.

Reid landed ontop of you with a hard thud. You let out a sweet curse, just as Reid pushed his body weight onto his hands, taking some of the pressure off of you after the fall. You stared up into his eyes as you realised you’d found yourself in yet another compromising situation and you deepeded to a scarlet red as you realised your sundress had blown up completely in your descent, and he was now neatly nestled in between your legs, with your damp underwear on display for him.

Looking down at you, he took a beat too long to react, and you squirmed under his gaze, feeling appropriately trapped, before he sprung up and offered you a hand up.

You took his hand and rearranged your dress, thankful that the smell of the food had distracted everyone from your embarrassing fall.

“Okay, we’re out.” You were flustered and you didn’t know what else to say.

“Yep, that was certainly one way to do it,” Reid replied, as you avoided his gaze. You wrapped your arms around yourself, and he made to do so similarly, trying his best to rearrange himself so the bulge in his pants wasn’t so noticeable.

“You should get to the bathroom.”

“You should get to the food.” He retorted and you finally made to move, but stopped yourself turning around quickly to face the man again.

“Before I go,” you said and you pushed yourself up on your tiptoes and pressed a kiss into his mouth, feeling as giddy as a teenager braving her first kiss. You turned away just as fast and made your way back to the party, leaving a flustered and spluttering Reid behind as you made a beeline for the food.

“So, what’d you think of the hammock?” Rossi asked you as you began loading your plate up. You put on your best poker face and begged noone had noticed anything out of the ordinary.

“You were right. That thing is dangerous,” was your only response, and you retreated into the corner to finish your food. You sat there waiting eagerly for Reid to return, not just so you could be in his presence again and see how he was reacting to your kiss, but also so you could get the image of him dealing with his situation out of your mind.

It seemed that being a tease and working him up hadn’t quite ended so well for you that day.

You blamed the hammock.

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identifying-cars-in-posts · 6 months

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A long overdue update:

Hi everyone. Long time no see. I literally have not opened Tumblr since the last time I posted here. Hope everyone is doing ok. Figured I owed y’all an apology and explanation for kinda just vanishing.

First, I did in fact get a car! It’s a 2015 Nissan Versa Note. I don’t particularly like it but a friend gave me a deal on it that I couldn’t turn down. Once my life stabilizes I’m probably going to sell it and buy an old truck, maybe a 70s Ford. I’d love a little sports car or a land yacht but rear wheel drive is a bit impractical for brutal New England winters, and the Jeep really put me in Old American Truck Mode. But yes I have a car now!

Second, unfortunately this is an official notice of hiatus. When I last posted saying I was taking some time off it was because I had just had an incredibly stressful move and did not have the energy to keep this blog up. I figured I’d take some time to get settled in, relax, and then pick this back up after a week or two, but the last month has been really rough - the short version is one of the people I was living with turned out to be a pretty horrendous human being who managed to get everybody living in the house essentially kicked out via sheer drama. Within a month and a half. It’s a long story but tl:dr if you quite literally slander a property manager with heavy unfounded accusations of horrible crimes, they’ll probably bail from the whole situation. And since they’re gone the landlord has to hand ownership of everything over to a company that’s forcing everyone still here to vacate. I’m now fighting to not have to live in aforementioned Nissan Versa through the aforementioned brutal New England winter. On top of that, I’m a retail manager so we’re going into our busiest most stressful season, so that’s been an extra level of exhaustion.

So what does that mean for this blog? Well, as I said, I’m officially going on indefinite hiatus, as are the projects I was working on in relation, including the reference website. I’m really sorry, I’m just way too stressed and dealing with way too much. If I could, I would just hand off administrative power to someone else, but this is a sideblog so I can’t hand off login credentials without also giving access to my main/personal account. It’s my biggest regret of this account, but when I started it I never expected it to blow up the way it did back in September - I had no reason to expect to need it to be its own entirely separate blog. I love what I was doing here and I thought that it might even be a nice distraction from everything going on, but the upkeep required with this blog is just more than I can deal with right now. I hope that things settle down soon and that I can genuinely come back here and enjoy what I was doing, but I just need literally anything to level out in my real life and to not be in 100% survival mode, because at the moment I literally do not have the energy to pour into this.

Anyway. Sorry for the long post, I’m not good at not being overly verbose. I’m really sorry for kind of abandoning this project, and I hope I can get back to it relatively soon, it just might be a while.

In the mean time, I hope those of y’all who I turned onto cars as a potential hobby find some other good outlets! I highly recommend Donut Media’s series “Up to Speed” on YouTube, as well as the channels Regular Car Reviews, Doug DeMuro, Garbage Time, and Aging Wheels. All great YouTube channels that are both informative and very approachable and fun.

Godspeed and much love. Hope to see y’all soon

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randomishnickname · 6 months

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Must-read Destiel fics - my superduper Nov. 5th rec list

Three years ago, on the blessed day of November 5th, 2020, I had:

never seen an episode of SPN,

only had a vague inkling of what the two pale coconuts were on about,

and I hee-heed and ha-had with the rest of Tumblr about the love confession scene and the Internet errupting in an unparalleled craze

At first I thought, that's it.

Then ... I got curious. I watched some YouTube Destiel supercuts. I read some fic (I think @andhumanslovedstories beautiful Cas/OC fic was my entry point?). I read meta. I watched some more YouTube scene packs. I read even more fic. I watched some of S4, some of S1, some random fan fav episodes. And then Destiel lodged itself so deeply, thouroughly into my brain that it took over and hasn't relinquished control in the last two years. The most tenacious, pervasive brain worm to date.

This ship got it all, and this fandom got it all, and there's such delightful, powerful, batshit crazy, romantic, expertedly crafted fanfic out there, it's like being a starving child in the world's biggest candystore.

So without further ado, here's some of my very favorite fics from this infinite trove, with all my thanks to the wonderful writers who keep delighting and awing me with their dedication and craft. There'll of course be some recency bias at play but you can browse my bookmarks over here to chose from over 100 excellent and well-curated SPN stories.

💕CATEGORY: SWOONWORTHY💕

Wildly romantic fics that warm you up from the inside.

It Won't Be Perfect by someonetoanyone (10K words) Summary: Dean daydreams about what it'd be like to let himself love Cas freely.

Why I love it: the humor, the spot-on characterizations, and the quintessential late season Destiel-ness of being so deeply love with your best friend that it's too big to actually do anything about. Just. So warm.

Rock Lobster by Ginger Fail (13K) Summary: Cas decides that the lobsters Dean planned to cook need to get back home. Impromptu beach vacation ensues!

Why I love it: This road trip story is fresh and invigorating like a sea breeze! Fun, entertaining and full of deep, deep fondness.

Seek to Know You Better by ahurston (32K)

Summary: On a road trip, Dean and Cas play the 36 Questions That Lead To Love.

Why I love it: They’re so deliberatedly, carefully starting a relationship here. They try so hard to bridge the gaps and meet each other halfway. A very mature take on love that feels nourishing.

☢️CATEGORY: BRAINWORMS GALORE☢️

Fics that make you go BARK BARK BARK.

samson went back to bed by piesexuality (9k, @twoheadedcas) Summary: Cas strikes a deal with Chuck - keeping his family together comes at the price of their free will.

Why I love it: What if Cas got his revenge for the Mala'ak box? What if love came at the price of everything you've been fighting for? What if a story twisted the knife oh so sweetly? Each word of this one lands a punch. Made me insane in the best of ways (cue pinned fanart).

In sickness by @saintedcastiel (41K) Summary: S4 redux but Castiel has a fetish: giving Dean the sniffles.

Why I love it: This one is soooo. Can barely find words for it. It taps into Cas' early season alienness and psychosexual obsession with Dean, brilliantly demonstrates Casdean vs Samruby parallels, and each word is just. Perfect. ARGH!

so much smoke in a hall full of mirrors by AreYouReady (6K, @autisticandroids ) Summary: Godstiel is losing his heavenly war. Crowley provides a compliant Dean-doll for him to release his frustrations upon.

Why I love it: Urgh, this one is sooo dark. Taps into the scary, intimidating and alien aspects of Godstiel so well. Gore, consent and psychosexual issues galore. Delicious.

Special mention: In a Parked Car, Exhuming Ophelia by @an-android-in-a-tutu (17K). Still need to comment properly ;)

💣CATEGORY: EMOTIONAL WRECKING BALLS💣

Angsty fics that tear you to pieces to remake you better.

What Used To Be Mine by someonetoanyone (48K words) Summary: Dean never makes his apology prayer in Purgatory - Cas dies, Dean mourns.

Why I love it: Oh god, this is a heavy hitter. Just, straight up insurmontable grief, packaged in poetic, raw language to make you shed tears and tears. Loved it so much.

Ignite your bones By ilovehowyouletmefall (67K, @angelinthefire) Summary: Dean accepts Chuck's deal: killing Sam to save the world.

Why I love it: Cruuuuel cruel premise for a story that doesn’t pull its punches. It gets dark in Dean’s head and everyone around him suffers. Wonderfully written. The ending set my brain on fire.

Right Where you Left Me by outdean (93K, @armandgender)

Summary: Cas comes back from the Empty after 10 years to find Dean married to another man.

Why I love it: This one is a riiiide. When grief has become a part of you but your love comes back… When you return from the dead and have to carve a new space into the world for yourself... nothing is easy here, but the emotions are INTENSE. Also, autistic!Cas for the win.

Special mention: Who Ya Gonna Call? by saintedcastiel (50K) and Clear skies in spring by enochianprayer (WIP)

💥CATEGORY: EPIC RIDES💥

Expansive, wild adventures with lots of ups and downs

Spirit of the West by teen_dean (140K, @urne-buriall)

Summary: An 18y old Dean grew up on a horse farm – cue veterinarian Castiel. The summer of a lifetime ensues.

Why I love it: So this is one of my very favorite stories, ever ever, and I cannot recommand enough to immediatedly suscribe to the author’s Substack to be able to follow it in „real time“ next summer. It’s cinematic, rich, full of darkness and light, it’s everything a story can aspire to, I’m just. I just really love it.

Second Verse, Same as The First by LaLaCat1 (135K)

Summary: Endverse!Cas is sent back to the start of S1 and is determined to make things right this time round.

Why I love it: a desperate and badass Cas, unfridging everyone, a thrilling plot, moments of awesome for the entire cast, gripping action scenes, a romance for the ages… this is a genuinely amazing story.

back road, black road by eden22 (167K)

Summary: 18y old Sam gets kidnapped by Hell on his way to Stanford. Dean tries to deal.

Why I love it: So this one’s not Destiel-centric but does have wonderful Destiel moments. It’s also very heavy on the gore and the angst (NOT for the faint of stomach), but expertly crafted, fascinating and frankly it deserves more love. Held my breath for half the read and never knew where it’d take me.

Special mention: It's The End Of The World (As We Know It) by tiamatv (140K)

🤪CATEGORY: DESTIEL INSANITY🤪

Uproariously funny stories about the intricate rituals these two weirdos get up too.

Life Skills by ilovehowyouletmefall (26K)

Summary: Dean teaches a newly human Cas how to be „a real man“.

Why I love it: Dean coming to Big Self-Realizations while trying to have platonic threesomes with Cas is so perfect. Very endearing, tender and funny. Also, smoking hot sex.

the cheapest room in the house by biggaybenny (89K)

Summary: Dean downloads Grindr for Cas

Why I love it: Just. Late season Dean being deranged about Cas’ sexuality while everyone watches on in utter confusion. Equally hilarious and deeply moving

according to all known laws of life by @sobsicles (29k)

Summary: Cas comes back from the Empty to a Dean who won’t stop playing gay chicken.

Why I love it: They are both such petty, insane weirdos in this one. They said „can every situation be turned into a squabble“ and didn’t wait for an answer. So funny, so tender

Special mention: Wedding Vows and Negotiations by GingerFail (6K)

That's it, enjoy and leave your writers some much-deserved love!

#destiel #fanfic rec #supernatural #spn #spn fic #deancas #nov 5th #destiel fanfic #dean x castiel #my posts #long post #it was so hard to choose TT_TT #this fandom is amazing

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b0xerdancer-writes · 3 months

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The Predator and His Prey

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Azriel and his mate go on vacation, shenanigans ensue, smut and Azriel reveals part of himself

Warnings: Smut, This is an 18+ work, not proofread we die like men. Minor Breeding kink, smut.

Word Count: 6038

Notes: First smut I've ever wrote, also just realized this entirely disappeared without me taking it down or getting any kind of notification? so I guess it just got eaten by tumblr.

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It had become a yearly tradition for me and Azriel to run away to the cabin for our anniversary, we disappeared for a week all duties left in Velaris as we settled in. This year Azriel was in desperate need of the relaxation and reset this little vacation brought with it.

Azriel had gotten back from a mission the day before we were set to depart, Rhys had sent him after someone who was supposed to be an easy catch and interrogation but something had gone wrong and Azriel came back to me covered in blood, with a distant look in his eyes. If I hadn't been so worried about doting on Azriel, drawing him a bath, packing his bags for him while he soaked I would have marched my way down to Rhys’s office and had a few strong words with my high lord.

Azriel always visibly relaxed when he stepped back into the bedroom and saw the bags already packed, meaning he was free to collapse onto the large mattress and sleep. One thing I had learned about Azriel in the years I had been mated to him was after particularly bad missions he wouldn't eat, couldn't stomach it, there had been several times he had tried to eat but just made himself sick from it.

After I had finished packing I curled up against the headboard with a novel and a cup of tea till Azriel stepped out toweling off his still slightly damp hair, boxers snug on his hips as he let out an exhausted sigh and looked up at me with the most defeated eyes. He tossed the towel off to one side and shuffled his way to the bed. I could tell how tired and defeated he felt just by how he carried his wings; where he normally carried them high and proudly they now drooped and dragged along the floor.

I gave the male a sympathetic look, tossed my novel onto my night stand, moved the sheets out of the way, and opened my arms for him; he let out a noise similar to a whine and pushed his thankfulness down the bond. I let out a small laugh as he crawled into bed and threw himself into my arms, he buried his face into the crook of my neck and sighed softly.

“Ready for this vacation already.”he murmured into my neck, wigs splayed out across the bed and draping to the floor.

I chuckled and ran my fingers through his hair, he groaned at the touch. “I know love, remember though Rhys said he would handle the report and any repercussions while we are gone so you get to fully relax.”

“Right, a full week to just relax and spend time with you, alone.” he nodded and after a few minutes I was met by his soft snores.

I smiled as his shadows curled around my hand in a good night caress before moving the covers over mine and Azriel’s legs. The faelights were snuffed and the only light remaining in the room was that of the moon and stars, carrying me off into dreamland with my mate.

The next morning as dawn was just beginning to peak in between the mountains I was awoken to Azriel shuffling around the room. I stirred, humming in acknowledgement; Azriel smiled over his shoulder at me sending his love down the bond, making me smile back at him and send my own love down the bond.

“Go back to sleep for a bit love, I promised Cassian I would stop in to spar with him before we leave.” He crooned at me in my barely awake state.

He was fastening his leathers onto his body, and I whistled at him before giggling. He shot me a warning look over his shoulder as he finished with the last fastening. He strode over to the bed and ran his fingers through my hair to straighten out the tangles, before he let it fall to my chin to tilt my face up to him so he could press a kiss to my lips.

He dismissed himself from the room and the door clicked behind him. I knew he would want to leave the second he got back from the ring by the way his wings were tense along the muscles that flexed and stretched when he flew. As much as I wanted to go back to bed I slipped from the satin sheets, his shadows wound their way around my ankle and up my leg in greeting; I smiled and reached out to them in greeting, they followed me around as I set out the change of clothes and strode into the bathroom to find an already warm bath waiting for me.

I bathed rather quickly, keeping my hair dry, and slipped into my change of clothes. His shadows swirled at my feet as I double checked we had everything in our bags, one of his shadows brought me my novel from the night stand and I slipped it into my bag with a small thanks. I slipped on my boots and made my way up to the ring, hearing a mix of Cassian and Azriel’s laughter echo through the sleepy house.

Once I stepped out onto the balcony where the training ring resided I was greeted by Azriel lugging Cassian around like a child. Azriel held Cassian under one arm with his wings tucked to his sides as he threatened to toss Cassian from the roof, both males not able to take the situation seriously. I smiled as I leaned on the wall in the archway watching them. Few punches were actually thrown but Azriel seemed to be in as good a mood as he was tense, he finally knocked Cassian on his ass with a well placed trip. Cass noticed me in the archway and waved happily in greeting, Azriel turned to see me trying to hold in my laughter as Cassian tripped him back.

“Using me as a distraction is low Cass, even for you!” I called out to the general.

He just smiled back at me. “Sorry! I’ll give you back your mate now!” He scrambled to his feet and held his hand out to help Azriel up in return. The younger male playfully glared at him.

The two said their farewells just as the Valkyries began slowly appearing on their side of the balcony, waving at me and Azriel as the now pouting spymaster wrapped his arms around me.

“Ready to go?” He grumbled into my neck with a nip at my skin.

I nodded and laughed, before I knew it Azriel was leading me through the house back to our room to grab our bags. Azriel loaded our bags onto his arms and I did a quick once over of the room making sure everything looked fine. Azriel was rocking on the balls of his feet as he waited for me to head towards the door. Once I motioned to the door he smiled brightly at me, he moved to hold the door open for me and before I knew it we were wishing everyone well aws Azriel pulled me out the main door to fly us down the stairs so he could shadow step us close to the cabin.

As we appeared in front of the cabin the chilled wind nipped at me through my leathers and my boots crunched in the powdery snow. Azriel shifted behind me as the air seeped into his wings and he adjusted them to protect me a slight bit from the wind; I smiled up at him as I pushed the door open, pulling him with me to be greeted by the eyes Feyre had painted all those years ago. Azriel brought our bags to the room and I cleaned up the living room. Thankfully cleaning up wasn’t as extensive as it used to be when no one used it except for here or there throughout the year; it had started being used more often at least twice a year between Cassian, Nesta, and us.

Thankfully the cabin was warm as well as fully stocked with food now, Rhys had enchanted the cabin in recent years after getting exhausted with having to winnow or fly to the nearest village or camp to get food. I heard a groan and the sound of popping bone as Azriel stretched and entered the living room, showered and changed into cozy clothes. Had I really been cleaning up and dusting that long? Guess so.

I laughed as Azriel threw himself stomach down on the couch and let his shadows freely swirl around me as the large male finally relaxed and let his guard down. I decided to follow Az’s example in changing into comfy clothes, leaning down to run my fingers through his hair as I passed him which earned me a low purr.

After slipping into some comfy clothes I had decided to start on making lunch, though I wasn't quite sure what specifically to make. I had decided to ask Azriel what he would want to eat but I was greeted by his soft snores when I returned to the living room, so I decided instead of waking him up I would slip into the kitchen and sift through the cabinets till something sounded good. I already had dinner and dessert planned, I would make the same meal I made him when I accepted the bond: A stew and some dark chocolate no bake cookies Azriel seemed to adore. However for lunch I was out of ideas, and settled for actual breakfast since the both of us had skipped.

I had a majority of breakfast cooked when Azriel stirred, he found me in the kitchen making bacon on the stovetop and wrapped his arms around me.

“Good Morning to you again sleepyhead.” I laughed and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

He smiled and grumbled a good morning back before he buried his face in my neck. “Bacon smells good.”

I purred in his grasp and pointed to a small plate where some sat to cool off. “Eat some Az.”

He perked up as he took a piece from the plate and scarfed it down; I thought about joking that he ate it like a man starved but he really was, the last meal he had was breakfast the morning he left. He stayed wrapped around me as I finished cooking breakfast, only letting me out of his grasp as I carried our plates to the table to eat.

After finishing, Azriel refused to let me do the dishes, forcing me to the couch I settled with reading a few chapters from my novel. Azriel joined me 2 chapters in, his own book in hand as he settled and pulled me into his side. Warm and cozy, we sat like that tucked into one another and entangled for several hours. With a look through the window outside I had decided I would need to start the stew and cookies soon, so that they would either be done by dinner time or in the cookies case set by the time we finished.

As I slipped from Azriel’s side he looked up at me like I had just committed the most despicable crime. I laughed and left a sweet quick kiss to his lips. “I gotta start dinner love.”

He perked up quickly and made a move that looked like he was going to get up to help me as he closed his book. “Ooh, what are you making? I’ll help.”

I pushed him softly back down into the couch by his chest and he furrowed his brows at me while pouting. “Nuh uh. You are going to sit here and relax. If I told you what I’m making it wouldn’t be a surprise now would it?”

“Guess not, but you know I don't like surprises.” He mumbled

“And Az what do I do for dinner everytime we come out here?” I let out a small light hearted laugh as he began pouting.

“Surprise me with it.” I nodded as he raised his hands in submission and reopened his book.

I kissed him on the lips and mumbled into his ear. “Good boy.”

He growled and smacked my ass as I passed. “Careful with that attitude.”

We both laughed as I disappeared into the kitchen. Scouring the cabinets for the ingredients I needed, now that the cabinet stayed fully stocked with everything one would need it was hard to find what I needed. Once I had everything gathered I found myself easily swept away in preparation, only stopping for a breather once all the ingredients were compiled in the pot and were simmering. I had just put the cookies in to cool when Azriel came sniffing into the kitchen, as he made eye contact with me across the kitchen he raised a brow at me with a smirk.

“What are you making in that pot over there that smells soooo good?” He moved a few steps towards the pot casually.

“Azriel… No! You go back into the living room and wait!” I panicked and took a few steps towards him, but he took an equal amount closer to the pot, enough to reach for the wooden spoon.

He stirred the mixture and scooped a small amount up just enough above the surface he could see what ingredients were inside. He let out a low groan as he realized what it was.

“You, woman, are going to be the death of me. The stew you made me for our bonding ceremony? Really?” He looked over his shoulder at me as I quickly met him at the side of the pot, only to smack his arm. He dropped the spoon with a smirk plastered on his face.

I nodded. “Yes, I just noticed these past couple of missions have been incredibly draining on you. Not getting home till incredibly late hours of the night that you might as well consider the morning, barely enough energy after missions that you are just collapsing on the bed. I don't even know how you spar in the mornings after you dont eat Azi!”

The older male smiled and took my face in his hands. “Awww, my little mate is trying to take care of me? Is that it?” He mocked yet I could still tell it was meant in a loving manner.

I huffed and melted into his hands. “Okay and maybe there was the slightest bit of hope that if I fed you a meal that would give you lots of energy as well as the meaning behind the meal, it may be, possibly would, rile you up.”

“There it is.” He crooned to me. “Trying to rile me up? I should have known. Consider me riled, and know that as soon as I’m finished eating, little mouse, I am going to hunt you down like a starved animal.” His voice dipped into a growl as he finished.

I nodded blush rising to my face. Little Mouse… Damn he was digging up an old pet name, one he called me when we first met. I was working for Kier in the Court of Nightmares, as his own spy. Mor’s cousin by marriage, her mother was my aunt, and I had gotten tied into the job when my father went into debt with Kier. A job had gone wrong, a simple job to get information for kier about one of the other high fae nobles, rhys had found out and sent Azriel after me. Azriel had chased me across the entirety of the Nightmare Court, somehow I had evaded him at every turn like a cat and mouse, till almost the very end of the night when my normal turn had been blocked by some import shipping crates. Azriel had cornered me and once he looked into my panicked eyes, I didn’t want to be tortured but I really had to choose the lesser of two evils here: Azriel or Kier, the bond had snapped and he called me his little mouse. He swept me off to his little torture chamber mixed with a small office, and had me explain what I was doing down there. After he realized I wasn't any danger he swept me off to Velaris, explaining everything to Rhys in that beautiful mind of his and had me start working for him until I accepted the bond.

If he was calling me Little Mouse then that meant it was going to be one hell of a chase tonight. He smirked and placed a kiss fervently against my lips. “You might wanna change then so you don't get sick from the cold tonight mouse.”

So I did just that, I changed into a black outfit that would keep me warm in the cold air and snow but would also be dark enough to camouflage me in the dark of the night. The moon gleamed brightly outside at this point, and Azriel’s eyes followed mine as I left the room and re-entered the small kitchen. I moved to pull 2 bowls from the cabinet and heard Azriel’s shuffling as he placed himself down in one of the chairs facing me as I filled the bowls, his eyes raked over me and sent a shiver up my spine. He must have let his mind openly wander to how tonight was going to go because the tent in his pants was painfully obvious, I honestly wondered how he had not sought me out to take care of it already, just showed how eager he was for tonight.

I sat the bowl in front of him, his eyes found mine with a smirk on his lips. “You only get so much of a headstart mouse so you better hurry and eat, the second I finish this bowl I’m coming after you, I don't care if you are only one step out the door when I catch you. However, I do plan to actually enjoy this meal now that I’m not worried about scarfing it down because of the bond.”

I nodded, taking my own seat and quickly bringing the chunks of meat, and potatoes to my lips. He sipped at the broth taking a bite here and there when he ran into meat or vegetables. Neither of us spoke while we ate but tensions rose, as we began nearing the bottom of our bowls you could have cut the tension with Truth Teller. My spoon hit the empty bowl and I found Azriel’s eyes boring into mine as he began to lift the entire bowl to his mouth to chug the remaining broth, without a second thought I took off swinging the cabin door open and the breeze blew some snow into the doorway. I had just crossed the threshold when I heard Azriel’s bowl slam into the table, his growl echoed from the cabin as I began weaving between trees.

The air whipped at my face as I ran, I felt it nip at my nose and ears with vigor. Snow crunched under me and I cursed softly realizing he could just track me with my footprints and I cursed under my breath. “Fuck.”

As I weaved between the ever thickening trees I could hear sticks break several feet behind me, Azriel hot on my tail laughed darkly and called out to me. “Mouse~”

I cursed and veered left towards a snow bank and in throwing myself over it I almost lost my footing. This section of the forest was thicker, a mix of large pines and barren trunks, I reasoned that if I were to use the thicker pines as cover that Azriel would lose track of me. I moved between the larger trees till I couldn’t hear Azriel’s movement anymore, I looked around for what to do to lose his ability to track me. I had bought myself a handful of minutes by going against the wind and using it to blow some snow into my tracks to make it harder to spot them, a few steps away from me was a large evergreen that had a dry spot under it beneath the needles, I could hide there but it would probably be easy for Azriel to determine where I was at if I left my tracks obvious. I marched between a few pines and kicked up some snow to attempt to confuse him, I ducked between the needles and pulled my knees to my chest.

I let the needles obscure me from view and tried to mellow out my breathing so he wouldn't be able to hear me, pressing my back against the trunk I tensed when I heard azriel enter the clearing. My breath caught in my throat as I heard him walk around where I had kicked up the snow to confuse him and then he stilled, probably trying to hear movement. I held my breath, my heartbeat in my ears.

His voice sought me out as he called out to me in a taunt. “Come out, come out, little mouse.” His voice was sweet and had I not known the circumstances I would have listened, but I just tensed up and pressed myself further against the tree.

A snap echoed between the trees and I heard Azriel move towards it, before he growled under his breath “Just a fox.”

I heard him moving around in the clearing, I assumed he was just surveying the trees around here, looking to see if I had climbed one of them possibly. I released a soft breath as I related just a hair, he was across the clearing as far as I knew without being able to see him.

Faint crunching across the clearing was all that could be heard, then a single heavy crunch directly behind me on the other side of the needles.

My breath caught as I stilled. Then a ruffle from the needles behind me. I looked over my shoulder, heart in my throat as I was met by Azriel’s hazel eyes boring into mine and a large smirk on his face.

“Not bad little mouse.” I pushed off from the tree and through the needles as I pushed myself through the snow, but the chill was beginning to settle into my bones and I didn’t move as fast I would have liked to.

I had only taken a few steps when Azriel rounded the tree, taking off right after me. He gained on me quickly and next thing I knew Azriel had me pinned to the ground, wrists behind my back as I struggled in his hold, the snow cold against my cheek and getting caught in my hair.

“You fell for the shadows love, had them search under the trees, when they found you just after the fox I stepped into the shadows and had them make noise like it was still me out there.” He let out a low, dark, and dangerous laugh as I struggled against him.

“That’s cheating” I whined at him.

He chuckled. “It’s not cheating, it's called ‘using your resources’ mouse.”

I went to protest and whine as shadows wrapped around my wrists, tying them behind me. He hauled me up from the snowy forest floor and threw me over his shoulder as he started the trek back. He wouldn’t just shadow step back to the cabin, no this was as much part of the game as the chase was. It was him taunting me to struggle and get myself loose from his shoulder, taunting me to try to run again. One of his hands dug into the meat of ass as he held me on his shoulder, his wings adjusted to account for the space I took up.

The snow crunched under his boots as we trekked through the pathway we had carved through the snow earlier. He adjusted me up his shoulder with a shrug, his hand landing on my rear with just enough force to further taunt me. I yelped and struggled against him; he tightened his grasp and growled under his breath, a small warning for me to behave. His growl made me whimper against his shoulder and I tried to press my thighs together but he slid his fingertips between them preventing me from doing so.

It didn't take long for us to make it back to the cabin, Azriel had left the door open, snow blowing over the threshold and melting after only a few inches inside it. He kicked his boots off on the door frame and shut it back behind him, he slipped my boots off without putting me down and tossed them on a rack we had put together last time we were here; his boots joined mine with little effort from the giant male. The smell of the stew still warmed the front room and Azriel’s fingers dug into the fabric that wrapped around me.

The boards creaked under Azriel’s steps that felt heavier than they normally were. I hadn’t closed the small door that separated the small bedroom from the rest of the house earlier, I had just left the door cracked and Azriel used it to his advantage by kicking it open. The old door slammed into the wall making me jump in his grasp as it started to bounce back towards us. He let out a low, dark laugh from under his breath as he adjusted me off his shoulder; my eyes widened slightly at the force in which he had thrown me on the bed, several of the decorative pillows falling onto the wood flooring. His wings flared behind him as he crawled on top of me, though one could consider it stalking due to the slow movements that screamed danger; his hazel eyes darkened to a deep chocolate color and his pupils were blown.

His fingers ghosted over the small silver clasps and ties that held my outfit together, a smirk ghosting over his lips for a split second. I knew that look, he was contemplating something mischievous; his eyes drifted over to where our bags had been lazily tossed against the dresser, neither of us had either bothered or had time to put them up yet. He scowled to himself before beginning to work on the clasps, ahhh he was contemplating just ripping or cutting them off.

It took Azriel very little time to rid me of all my clothes, he seemed incredibly proud of himself as he pushed my thigh apart and leaned up to begin mouthing at my neck; dragging his teeth along the sensitive skin there he ran his from my knee down my thigh till his fingers found the slick gathering between my folds. I whimpered against his hold as he bit down roughly on my shoulder, his tongue then beginning to soothe the red irritated skin there and in my distraction he pushed one then two of his digits inside of me. The sudden startling stretch caused me to whimper loudly, he pulled back from my neck and swallowed my whimpers with a deep passionate kiss.

He continued his ministrations for a few minutes, leaving bite marks scattered across my body and adding another digit inside of me and his thumb on the bundle of nerves there with a soft growl. He had pulled away suddenly and his fingers dug into each side of my hips, with a low snarl he flipped me onto my stomach and hoisted my hips up; he ran a firm hand down my back and landed at the back of my neck. He nudged my knees apart with his own knee and the hand on the back of my neck pressed my cheek into the mattress firmly yet soft enough he wouldn't hurt me.

“Stay just like that little mouse, I’ll be right back just gotta get out of these annoying clothes.” He crooned at me before a firm smack landed on my ass causing me to yelp. He let out a dark laugh as he slid from the bed.

I couldn’t see where he was standing but I heard the rustling of his shirt as it was discarded, the sharp sound of the metal in his belt colliding with the floor caused my heart to pick up as the rustling came to a stop. I felt the bed dip, and goosebumps flooded my skin as his hands found purchase on my hips. HIs thighs touched mine and my brain clouded as his toned and scarred chest was pressed against my back.

He nipped at the back of my ear with a low growl. “Do you know how fucking wonderful your arousal smells? Its sweet Like liquid vanilla but theres this slight spice to it like cinnamon, its fucking addicting I tell you. I can't look at vanilla or cinnamon the same anymore, let alone taste or smell them the same.”

He nipped at the point of my ear and I let out a whimper and he let a low purr as he readjusted himself against me, grinding his long and thick member against the pooling slick.

“Sorry to be so straight to the point tonight Little Mouse but between that stew and hunting you down like that, I am painfully hard and if I don't sink into your warmth soon I’ll lose it.” Azriel's voice was very distant to me as he rubbed soothing circles into the flesh to my ass, the brian fog starting to pull me under.

With a breath I ground back against him and he let out a soft hiss and his fingers dug into my hips so roughly I thought he could have drawn blood if he had claws. Within the heartbeat he was burying himself to the hilt inside of me, his wings stretched out and he dropped his forehead to my back as he groaned softly. I clenched around him with a mix of a moan and a whimper, could see the fog growing in his own eyes as he tried to restrain himself.

“You okay little mouse? I didn’t hurt you did I?” His breath was shallow and hitched in his throat.

I nodded and let out my own shaky breath. “All good, just get moving please.”

That was all it took for him to straighten back up, he moved out and back in a couple times before the fog had become too much for him and he lost himself in pleasure, setting a brutal place that was sure to leave me with a bruised cervix.

One of his hands left its spot from where it grasped at my hip that Azriel was using to keep me against him and wrapped under me, his fingers finding home on my clit. He worked diligently and it took only a few moments before I clenched around him and a bright shock went up my spine, only amplified by our bond. His mouth found a spot on the round of my shoulder where he sunk his teeth against me and began deepening his thrusts, thoroughly impaling me as I could feel him touch against that deep spot inside of me every single time.

His pace never faltered as he chased his own high and gave me several more between how deep he was and how deep I could feel him. That wingspan didn’t lie, He pushed me off the edge once more, my entire body shaking now as his hips faltered. He grew closer and closer, falters becoming to the point it was every other thrust from him before he finally buried himself as deep as he could reach inside of me, letting out a completely feral mix of a groan and a growl. He stayed buried inside of me as he continued to twitch and fill me, we stayed like that for a few minutes longer than we normally would have; his breath finally evening out, I felt uncomfortably full and he hissed as he pulled out but it turned into a mix of a whimper and groan.

“I think that's the most I have ever come, we need to do this more often if this is the result.” He leaned back on his knees, hands keeping my thighs spread as he observed his work.

I let out a shaky groan of my own as I nodded “I would agree with that, it's almost discomforting how full I feel right now.”

I strained against his hands, feeling some of his spend starting to leak from me, Azriel ran two fingers through my folds pushing any excess back inside with a whimper under his breath. I could feel his emotions down the bond, a mix of fascination, relief, love, and something akin to hope that radiated warmth. He softly flipped me back onto my back and laid between my legs with his head resting on my stomach, he looked up at me with a soft pleading look as he massaged the spot where his hands had bruised my hips earlier while humming.

His eyes fluttered shut as he lay there and I ran my fingers through his disheveled bangs, his wings stretched out around us and draped to the floor. “You okay Az? What's going on in that brain of yours?”

He purred and smiled softly without opening his eyes. “I should be asking you that but yeah I’m fine just thinking. Plus it's so quiet right now, it's such a change of pace from home, especially since Nyx was born.”

I hummed in agreement and tucked a stray hair behind his ear. “That's true, it almost makes me miss the chaos of Velaris and the rest of the inner circle.”

He muffled a laugh into my stomach, before he let out a sigh. “Oh I miss them don’t get me wrong I love them chaos and all, but between my mission and how out of it Rhys was during our meeting because of how exhausted he was thanks to Nyx, we needed this vacation.”

I nodded but sent a wave of confusion down the bond. “Why would Rhys’s state affect our need for a vacation? He gives missions just fine.”

Azriel sent a wave of comfort down the bond and let out a deep breath. “It affects me at least, with you and the rest of the girls fawning over Nyx, especially you with how often you’ve been babysitting or watching him for Feyre. I can't help but imagine myself in Rhys’s shoes.”

My face warmed. “Oh! I get it,” I smirked and wiggled my eyebrows at him. “You have baby fever then!”

He opened his eyes and leaned forward on his knees. “I do not!”

I snorted loudly, hiding my face in the crook of my arm. “You literally just described it to me, you big Illyrian baby, its baby fever.”

He pouted and put his head back on my stomach. “Okay fine, maybe it is. Maybe that's why I ended up coming more than normal? I don’t know just an idea.” He sighed and seemed like he was staring off into space.

I could feel something akin to sadness from the bond and began messing with his hair again as I tried to soothe him through the bond. “Is that what you think caused that? Azi~ were you subconsciously trying to get me pregnant! You wanna be a daddy that bad, that your body figured out its own way to try to increase our chances?” I crooned at him and he playfully growled at me.

“Call me that again and I promise we won't be leaving this bed the entire week except for food.”He nipped at my fingers as he pulled away from my hand.

We both laughed and I cupped his cheek in one hand, he purred loudly as his shadows began pulling the covers over us. “You think it will stick?”

I smiled at him and saw a glimmer in those gorgeous hazel eyes of his and I pulled him in for a kiss. “Only time will tell Az, but don't worry we can keep trying till the mother finally gives into our wants.”

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Summer Getaway ft. EVERGLOW Yiren

A/N: This is a pitch I got from a friend outside of Tumblr, and it took me a long time to write since I’ve been working and planning the wedding, sorry about that. I have no doubt that this will become second-to if not more popular than Field Trip. I don’t have a lot to say about it so as not to spoil anything, so here we go.

-상훈

Length: 7.5k

Possible TW: Spanking, choking, domination, dom/sub kink

It had been a long senior year at Hanyang University. Very, very long.

With a major in psychology, a minor in health studies, and a hopeless career path, classes had been hard. I hadn’t even had my best friend, Yiren, in classes with me.

Yiren and I were more than friends. We had been dating for a little more than nine months, but she was still my best friend. She was not only exactly the type of girl I was interested in, but the exact type of friend I wanted to keep close. It had been with great disappointment that I had found out that my girlfriend would not be in classes with me at the beginning of the year. She would have been the only way psychology would be in any way interesting.

But now the year was over. A buddy of mine had offered me and Yiren his mountain cabin for the summer. He wasn’t going to be using it, he and his family were on vacation, so he would be touring Europe with his parents and sister.

The cabin, we found out when we arrived there, was a palatial, stone brick château with three stories and a balcony on the second. The balcony overhung the door, two large stone pillars supporting the structure. It had an very antiquated feel to it, though the sound structure still held up. My friend had told me it was over 200 years old, which I believed from the look of it. Whether it was 2 years old or 2000 though, I was happy to be here.

“It looks nice, doesn’t it oppa?” Yiren asked, arms wrapped around my arm, as we stood there and surveyed the cabin.

“Yeah, it does. Old, but very nice.”

“Three stories…wow.” She marveled at the sheer height of the place. “That's more than my house has. Come on, let's go inside.”

I slid the key into the lock and turned it, opening the door to reveal the interior.

It gave a very cozy, log-cabin-ish vibe. The blinds were shut, allowing very little daylight in. The lamps had turned on the moment we entered, dimming slightly once we shut the door. Plush rugs covered just about every square inch of the vast living room, where soft chintz armchairs and smooth leather couches sat, pillows arranged invitingly. The fireplace could have allowed three grown men ample sitting space, and the overhanging limestone mantle was decorated with ornate wood carvings. Mounted on the wall just above the mantle was the biggest TV I had ever seen, at least 85 inches across.

To the left of the fireplace was a bathroom, through the open door of which I caught a glimpse of a gold-rimmed mirror.

The rather titanic kitchen was a chef’s dream; the walls were bedecked with cabinets, drawers, and shelves full of cooking equipment. Two large ovens with stovetops sat alongside a dishwasher, and on top of its counter were a couple of microwave ovens. A kettle, coffee maker, waffle iron, iron griddle, and a shelf of teas, coffees, hot chocolates and various other drink mixes sat along another. Four more long shelves along the opposite wall held just about every kind of alcohol I could have asked for; bottles of whiskey, vodka, rum, gin, various liqueurs (fruit flavors like coconut and orange), tequila, port, Hennessy, and margarita sat assorted on them. Another, smaller shelf held cooking sherry, brandy, and bourbon. A wine rack nearby held several bottles and, I was surprised to see, one bottle each of Petrus 2012 (costs about $30k in real life), Armand Rousseau Chambertin Grand Cru ($19k), Versos Amontillado ($13k) and Vieux Chateau Certan Pomerol ($6k, and all of these are ones I’ve had in real life).

“Wow,” I said, taking out the Petrus and examining it. “I guess his family is rich.”

“What makes you say that?” Yiren asked while looking at the coconut liqueur.

“The fact that they have a bottle of wine in here that costs about thirty thousand dollars, and a few other expensive ones.”

“Huh, make sense.”

After looking into the pantry, which was the size of a walk-in closet and had enough food to feed a small town, we made our way to the staircase to upstairs. Six bedrooms took up this floor. We went straight to the master, which was as large as a neighborhood cul-de-sac.

The bed’s size could be compared to that of a midieval portcullis, with a deluxe king size mattress and nightstands on either side. A few dozen pillows were laid delicately across it, each with its own gold-laced pillowcase. An intricately carved wooden frame with a canopy structure and drapes held up the mattress. A pair of French doors were built in on the opposite wall from the door, which led out to the balcony, which spanned about twenty feet. Gorgeous scenery was what I laid my eyes on when I looked through the doors, a great view of the surrounding mountains and forest. The bathroom was off to the left from the entrance and Yiren made a beeline for it the moment we entered the room.

I followed her inside and was stunned. The same gold-framed mirror stretched across the wall, with three sinks and a vanity under it. White LEDs rimmed it, lighting up the bathroom when Yiren walked in.

“Oooh!” She squealed, looking around excitedly. I knew well by this point that the bathroom was her favorite and most valued part of a house, so it was always what she looked at with the most judgement. But she found nothing to criticize about this one, and looked very pleased to have access to it for the next two months.

“Like it?” I inquired, amused at her expression. “I’d say it’s pretty impressive.”

“Tell your friend I love it!” She said, positively radiating joy and excitement. “This is amazing!”

She ran to me and hugged me, then went to look around again.

I took a look into one of the drawers below the mirror and saw a vast array of hair and skin care products, no wonder my friend had good skin and hair.

Beyond the mirror space, there was the tub, which she was already scrutinizing. It held the same old feel with the weathered stone slabs making up the rim, but the pristinely white jacuzzi tub looked like it had been crafted yesterday. Bordering the bathtub was a large glass shower, with a rainfall showerhead on the ceiling and a nozzle clipped to the wall just below it, with multiple different kinds of shampoo, body wash, shower gel, and conditioner. A closet was off to the left of the door into the room, and after appraising the tub and shower we made our way to it. It was as big as the kitchen downstairs, and that was saying something. Multiple racks full of clothes were set into their pole grooves, and several racks of shoes rested on the floor. They weren’t ours, so we didn’t mess with them.

The floor above that was just one enormous game room. Pool, air hockey, foosball, mini golf, and several others were strewn around. A walled-off area seemed to be designated to archery and airsoft target practice, something I approved of. Another bathroom was at the far end, something I didn’t need to explore again. After looking around for a bit, we went back to my car to unload our baggage.

The cabin was about ten miles from any kind of civilization, which made for a nice and secluded area for a summer getaway, but it would be a bit of a pain in the ass driving back and forth through the unpaved roadway to the nearest town. But we had brought food, and there was food in the house, so we were fine for the time being.

“Oppa?”

I heard Yiren’s voice call from upstairs a while later.

“Yeah?” I called back.

“Are you up for a hike? I hear they have great trails up here.”

“Sure, I’m down.”

I got up off the couch and went up there to see her.

“You did bring the hiking boots, didn’t you?” She asked, seeing me upstairs.

“Yes, of course. We can’t go to a mountain lodge without hiking boots.”

“True. Hold on for a minute, I have to change.”

She disappeared into the master bedroom and the sounds of rustling clothes could be heard from inside. I leaned my head over a bit to see past the doorway and found her raised eyebrows staring back at me while she slipped off her jeans, taking her panties with them.

“Peeping, oppa?” Her playful voice sounded as she turned away to her bag, and I would have challenged a Buckingham Palace guard not to look as she bent over slightly to retrieve her leggings.

I walked slowly into the room where she was rummaging in her suitcase and stopped behind her as she straightened up, leggings in hand, and placed my hands on her waist. She leaned backwards into my touch and sighed as I stroked her hips.

“Oppa, don’t tease me…”

I paid this no attention and moved my hands lower, sliding my palms over her naked thighs.

“Stop it, we’re going to hike, wait until later.”

Reluctantly, I paid her some heed and went to the dresser to get my bag and keys while she got dressed. And thus, a few short minutes of driving later, we arrived at the entrance to the trail.

…

The trail was nice and peaceful, with flat paths and beautiful scenery. It was rather tranquil, with the occasional squirrel or chipmunk darting across the rocky path in front of us. But of course, Yiren couldn’t let me enjoy the little things like that, she had to wear something skintight on both halves, and had to walk in front of me, which distracted me from any of the scenery.

So it was with slightly exerted legs and a straining bulge that I completed the trail, a fact Yiren was perfectly aware of.

Mind almost numb with lust by the time we got back into the care due to her deliberately dropping her phone and bending over to pick it up, I started the engine of my car and drove away toward the cabin.

I was again surprised by its immense size even though I had seen it an hour previously. We walked to the door, unlocked and opened it, and that was as much time as Yiren needed to latch onto me the moment I closed the door.

I turned around from the door and she was instantly there, wrapping her arms around my head and pulling me into a deep kiss. A moan sounded from her as my tongue sought entrance into her mouth, and I pulled her by the hips closer, so she could feel the bulge in my jeans. She started grinding herself against it, still kissing me with intense passion.

I half-carried her up the stairs to the bedroom and set her down on the mattress, where she laid on her back with her legs spread enticingly, eyes glittering with lust.

After shutting the drapes around the bed, I removed my shirt and saw her bite her lip at the sight of me shirtless, a fact I took heed of and tossed my shirt elsewhere, settling my hips between her thighs. I made sure she could acutely feel the tent in my pants against her, and she definitely did feel it.

Her breaths became shorter and more frequent, a sure sign of growing neediness. Her hips started moving of their own accord, grinding up against me. I felt this and got off her.

I hooked my thumbs under the waistbands of my jeans and boxers and pulled them off, finally freeing my cock from its denim prison, while she quickly removed her own clothes in my peripheral vision. She looked at me once I straightened up, bit her lip again, and her hand sneaked along her waist towards her pussy.

I was amazed for the millionth time by the fact that she had a body like a Greek goddess. To verbally describe the intensity of the lust her body induced would have been impossible.

I stepped forward and grabbed her hand, tearing it away from her leaking pussy, replacing the fingers with my tongue.

Her reaction was immediate. Her hands shot to my head and pulled, and she gave a short cry every time my tongue penetrated her. I targeted the spots I knew would pleasure her the most.

“Yes, fuck!” Her mouth was wide open and she was taking shallow breaths, giving short moans and gasps on the exhale. “Yes, don’t stop oppa it feels so good!”

I pressed by thumb to her clit while I continued the circular swiping motion with my tongue, which was quite effective to say the least. Her cries became sharper, her breaths more shallow, all building up to her climax.

“I’m gonna cum oppa, keep going, I’m cumming! AHH!”

How turned on I was could not have been described in words as her juices gushed out, into my mouth, and over my face. Her hands trembled as they clutched at my hair, and she had a small out-of-body experience as the pleasure of a second orgasm briefly took her to another realm of consciousness. I was in heaven right along with her, nothing was more satisfying that pleasuring her to an orgasm.

When she came back to earth I had gotten up, dried my face, and laid down on the bed beside her. The section of sheet under her lower half was soaked, as were her thighs and pussy. Her eyes were unfocused and dreamy, her chest heaved while her extremities still trembled.

“Oppa…”

She had turned her head towards me and I could almost see the hearts in her eyes as she looked at me.

“That was…so good…”

She spoke each phrase between breaths. If she thought what I had just done effortlessly was good, she had yet to feel what would happen when I was pounding her and completely abandoning any restraint.

I turned myself towards her and put my arms around her, though the effect was kind of ruined by my stiff cock poking her in the thigh, which made her giggle. She turned over and maneuvered down between my legs, placing her hands on my thighs as she stared fixedly at my length like a lion looks at its dinner, and I could tell she was about to go to town.

“I’m really hungry oppa,” she purred deviously, each word laced with teasing, while her hands performed slow strokes over my length, “I think I need to be fed, hmm?”

I took the cue and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her lips down over my cock, and then everything else disappeared. Her lips parted and then slid smoothly over my shaft, a fresh coat of saliva washing over me.

“Fuuuck,” I groaned, unable to contain the immediate pleasure that filled me. “Fuck Yiren, that feels amazing!”

Each bob of her head made its way closer to my base, and she got a little more than three quarters before she started gagging. She moaned, gasped, gagged, and choked, but she didn’t give herself a break, even for a moment. She was hungry, and I was the only thing that could sate her appetite. Hearing my moans, she upped her speed. Her tongue slid over the underside of my cock, stretching out to flick my balls, while she forced her own head further down on me. My entire length was lodged inside her mouth and throat, and I felt myself very quickly nearing a climax.

“You’re going to make me cum,” I panted, getting even more turned on by her moans and small ‘mmm’s of satisfaction. “I’m gonna fucking cum down your throat, keep doing that!”

She took heed of this and slid her head all the way down my cock once more and held there, and with an almighty groan and a bed-rattling thrust of my hips I buried myself in her throat and spurted my load down it, a fact she was very pleased with. She bobbed her head rapidly, throating my cock a final few times and swallowing every single drop. And she couldn’t resist holding her head down on my now hypersensitive rod for another few seconds, simply loving the feeling of having her throat penetrated.

I lost count of the seconds she held herself there, I wasn’t really paying attention. Twenty, thirty, forty, somewhere around forty-five I lost count, and then she pulled up, dislodging me from her mouth and gasping for some much-needed oxygen, though her face showed pure enjoyment.

She dragged herself up the bed and settled next to me, sighing contentedly.

“I love you oppa.”

I drew her closer under the thoroughly stained blanket with one arm, using the other to run my fingers through her hair.

“I love you too, Yiren. Always.”

I could practically hear her purring as the warmth from my body emanated off me, and she snuggled in close, planting a small kiss on my jaw. I turned my head to receive and respond to her second kiss, and put my hand around her head.

Before I knew it, she was on top of me and we were kissing passionately, soft moans leaving her mouth as our tongues met. I found my cock returning to full life, and she most assuredly did, since her already-wet pussy was handily positioned right above it.

I flipped her over and pressed myself down on her. My tip rubbed against her sensitive folds, causing her to give tiny sighs of pleasure.

And then I pushed into her tight warmth. The insane tightness of her walls squeezing every part of my shaft was making me see stars, and there was quite a lot of resistance as I determinedly pushed inside her.

She moaned as I bottomed out inside her, my tip brushing spots inside her that I didn’t even know existed at that depth.

“Fuck me oppa.”

That was my cue to begin my thrusts, quickly increasing the speed and intensity of them. I landed a slap on her jiggling ass and immediately her pussy clenched around me and she cried out. I timed my spanks with each thrust of my hips, and her various obscenities also fell in rhythm.

“Oh - god - fuck - yes!” She said, each word coming out in time with the spanks. “Feels - so - good - fuck!”

I took her ponytail in my hand and pulled back, forcing her face up, her moans becoming higher in pitch at my pulling. Her back bent up so she was almost kneeling as I fucked her, and with my other hand I paused the spanks and reached around to squeeze her breasts, only heightening her arousal. Her hands gripped the hand caressing her chest.

“Please oppa, fuck me harder,” Yiren half-whispered, which I knew to be a sign that she was nearing an orgasm. “Your cock is so deep in me, it feels so good!”

I did as she asked and fucked her harder, abandoning all restraint as I slammed my hips into hers, the sounds of skin on skin getting louder as my hips met her ass. It was becoming difficult to resist the hypnotic jiggle of her ass and the way her pussy was exquisitely gripping my cock, massaging as I pistoned in and out. I was about to cum, as I realized it, and there was nothing I could do about that now.

And then, before I knew it:

“So fucking good, yes! Fuck oppa I’m cumming, FUCK!”

“Shit, I’m cumming as well, fucking take it all!”

We met our orgasms at the same time, sharing that moment of bliss together. Her juices splattered my legs as they sprayed out, accompanied by her scream of pleasure, always reserved for just such a moment of satisfaction. The feeling was pervading up my entire body, immense pleasure before my actual release. Yiren gasped twice and moaned quietly at the deluge of hot cum that flooded her tight pussy. I kept fucking her at a slower pace, now the only things audible were the wet slaps of our skin and her occasional murmured expressions, as she rested somewhere between this bed and heaven itself.

“So good…feels so…feels so good…ohh yes just like that…”

I got the impression from what she was saying that she was very near unconsciousness. It wouldn’t surprise me, since she had just had a very intense orgasm. I pulled out of her with a lewd squelch and a large quantity of cum rushed out of her.

“Ahhh…ohh yes…I love you oppa…”

I settled in front of her as she flopped over onto her side, breathing very heavily. I rubbed her back as she moved close, nimbly stroking all the spots I knew she loved, and she purred into my neck.

“I love you too, baby.”

…

I got up a while later, put on my clothes, and after giving the half-asleep Yiren a kiss, I went up to the kitchen to start preparing dinner. It was a quality that especially attracted her to me, the fact that I could cook, and well. She always said that a man who could cook was a man who wouldn’t have trouble finding women.

Jjajangmyeon was a personal favorite of both of ours, and so it was what I started making. I was nearly finished when the sound of the bedroom door opening sounded behind me and she entered the room wrapped in a blanket, yawning.

“Did you sleep?” I asked, industriously stirring the noodles.

“Yes.” She yawned again. “For a little bit.”

“Good,” I replied, “because you’re not going to be doing much of it tonight.”

She giggled and peered into the pot.

“Jjajangmyeon?”

“Indeed.” I put the spatula down and turned to her. “Just how we both like it.”

She hugged me, the top of her head barely brushing my chin.

“Aww oppa you didn’t have to, I could have done it.”

I put my arms around her shoulders and pulled her into a tighter embrace.

“I know. That’s why I’m doing it.”

Yiren hugged me tighter and buried her face in my shirt, and I could feel her smile against my chest.

“I love it when you do this.”

Her words warmed my heart, and I smiled as well.

“I do it all the time, you’d think some of the novelty would be lost.

She snorted. “Well, it hasn’t.”

I turned back to the wok and stirred my stir fry, my arm still around her shoulders.

“What do you say we pop open some of that Hennessy after dinner?”

“Sounds good to me. That stuff hits hard, though.”

“Precisely.” I said. “We might not even have to use a lot.”

“That looks like it’s done.” She said, nodding at the pot of noodles.

“I’m aware.” I replied. “Would you get out the bowls?”

She got out the bowls and two pairs of chopsticks as I turned off the fire on the stovetop. I dragged the noodles out of the pot and into the bowls and spooned the sauce onto them. She took them to the table and set up two chairs across from each other while I got out a bottle of choice Pinot Noir from the rack along with two glasses.

“Wow, you really are trying to get drunk, aren’t you?” She raised her eyebrows.

“Not really, but I’m not trying not to, if you catch my drift.”

She just smirked, absolutely catching my drift and knowing the outcome. I sat down after pouring the wine and setting the glasses down in our places.

Dinner passed quickly. The bowls had been cleared fairly quickly. I had sipped my wine away already, but Yiren always left hers to sit out for a while, the reason for which I never knew.

By the time she picked her glass back up I had poured myself some water as a beforehand countermeasure to the many measures of Hennessy we would be sharing.

While I was thinking about it I got up and grabbed the bottle of Hennessy, setting it down on the table.

“Cheers,” she said happily, raising her glass. I raised mine and then drank from it as she followed suit.

“Good choice.” She said, after a moment of consideration. “Very nice hints of different flavors.”

“I know,” I said, taking another mouthful of water. “Pinot Noir is always good. But my friend imports his wine from places France and Spain and Italy, places which do wine the right way.”

“Speaking of your friend, where is he on vacation?”

“In Switzerland right now, but in a few days he’ll be somewhere else in Europe, I don’t know. I’d have to ask him.”

She took another small sip of wine before speaking again.

“Well, I can truthfully say that there’s no place I’d rather be then right here with you.”

She leaned across the small table and poked me in the chest, a playful smile gracing her lips. I caught her hand before she could draw it away and pulled her into a kiss. Her body seemed to relax into it, and a slightly muffled sigh was audible. When we broke the kiss off and sat back down, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were alive with desire.

“Damn, we haven’t even started drinking yet and you’re already losing it.”

Yiren blushed harder at my sentence. She said nothing, but something changed in her expression. She got up from her seat, abandoning her wine, and strode around the table to me. The next thing I knew, she was sitting in my lap, hands pulling my face towards hers. She moaned as her lips locked with mine, tongue entering my mouth, meeting with my own.

She pulled away, looking at me with the dim-ish light dancing in her eyes, a deep blush spread across her cheeks.

“How about that Hennessy now, huh?” She said.

I reached for the bottle and unscrewed the top, as she turned to the side. I took a healthy swig of it myself before reaching for the shotglasses. The alcohol burned in my throat as it went down and I took a deep breath in.

We both downed a shot together. She coughed and winced as she swallowed, but nodded when I looked concernedly at her.

"I'm alright."

She reached for her second shot and swallowed it with me.

"How quick does this stuff kick in?" She asked as the glasses were once again refilled.

"Quickly."

After successfully downing three shots and of the liquor, we sat back and waited on the couch. I had made the mistake of impatience while drinking once before, and it was not going to happen again.

And then it hit.

And when it hit, it hit hard.

"Whoa," I slurred as the room started spinning before my eyes, "Yiren, you feeling it?"

She gave a tipsy giggle and fell forward, still laughing.

"I dunno, I've never been drunk bfore..."

Through the haze of drunken stupor I was seeing, I looked down and saw her ass, so sexy and perfectly positioned...she was even bent over my lap, too...I had no chance of resisting the urge.

"Ah!" She yelped as I slapped her ass, then giggled again. "Oppa..."

"More..."

I gladly complied, landing more punishing smacks on her ass. With each spank she tensed and gave a small, cute cry.

Normally my dominant side stayed at a minimum, but I had to admit to myself that in my drunk state it was starting to take over my brain. I found myself increasing the intensity of my smacks and taking pleasure in it, causing her cries to rise in volume quickly.

"Nngh yes, keep spanking me oppa!" She whimpered, swiftly approaching her peak. "Ah! Fuck yes, keep doing that!"

I kept spanking her and reached around to caress her breast with my other hand. Her moans kept building until finally she orgasmed with a squeal, the crotch of her shorts becoming very wet.

Yiren took quick, shallow breaths to calm down after cumming, and when she had sufficiently recovered she rolled over on my legs to face me.

"That was fun oppa, we should go to the bedroom."

I blinked hard. "Shit, I dunno if I can walk."

She scoffed. "Come on, let's go."

I clumsily got up off the couch and weaved my way up the stairs and to the bedroom, stumbling three times on the way there. I dimmed the lights as I entered, then fell forward onto the bed, rolling over and scooting up to let my head rest on the pillow. My shirt was going to be an unnecessary accessory once she got up here, so I removed it and tossed it aside.

She entered the bed and slid the drapes shut behind her, wearing only her soaked shorts, panties, and a bra. I was already hard from the light spanking I had given her, but the mere sight of her sexy, half-naked body was enough to double my stiffness.

She clambered across the bed and straddled me, leaning down to kiss me. I accepted it only for a second, then gripped her hips and rolled over, so I was on top.

I kissed her more aggressively now, pressing my tongue against her lips to gain entry. She eventually gave in, but we both knew she was tantalizing herself by holding out, she wanted me. She gave a tiny sigh of pleasure.

I broke off the kiss and left her blushing and panting, eyes sparkling.

"God, you're so sexy when you're drunk." She murmured to me, holding my face with both hands.

"Really?" I said, locking eyes with her. "Then maybe I should do it more often."

Normally and drunkenly, Yiren's submissive side stayed at a minimum. It balanced with her enjoyment of being in control for a pretty neutral attitude. But I could see in her deep brown eyes a need. Whether she could feel it or not, I could tell that she needed to be dominated, badly.

"Hello?" Her voice said from a long way off, the sound trying desperately to be heard over the pounding of my own heart in my ears. "You gonna do something? Or will I have to do it myself?"

She was baiting me, and I knew it. Trying to spur me into fucking her. But it wasn't going to happen yet.

"Yeah, I'm gonna do something." I growled. "And you're gonna take it, like it or not."

A shudder ran through her at my words, but she maintained her cocky, playful attitude.

"Ooh, he's getting feisty. Someone's a little drunk."

I could feel annoyance rising at her words, which was exactly what she wanted, of course. She observed me with satisfaction.

"Okay, that's it." I got off her, opened the drapes, and stood up, removing my jeans and boxers. She automatically got off the bed and knelt in front of me as I sat on the edge of it, knowing my intention. I wasted no time in grabbing her hair and forming it into a ponytail in my hand, grasping none too lightly. She gasped at my sudden roughness, and I used the opportunity of her mouth already being open to shove my cock into it.

She choked as my tip poked the back of her throat, but didn't resist as I slowly pushed further in, bringing her face to the base. She gagged, and I pulled her head back by the ponytail before slamming my hips into it again, driving my length down her throat. Over and over I brought her face back before plunging it back down, spearing her throat with my cock.

Tears gathered in her eyes when she choked, gagging obscenely on my dick. After a bit she started moving by herself, her neck on autopilot, ramming her face into my crotch. Saliva spilled down her face and dripped off her messy chin to her bra-clad breasts below. Light mascara streaks tracked down her face, joining the mess at her lips.

Yiren brought her head down one more time and held it there for a second, a choking sound resounding, before pulling off, gasping and breathing heavily. She looked at me, panting, and I felt the promise of an orgasm drifting away.

"Why'd you stop?"

"I want you to cum inside me."

I reached forward and lifted her onto the bed, setting her down none too gently on her back. I held my hand on her throat, choking her, not enough to cause damage.

She caught her breath at the rough treatment, clearly turned on. But I wasn't going to hold off on that domination.

"You want?" I breathed into her face, her pupils dilating in arousal. "Maybe you need a reminder of who's in charge."

She said nothing, but I could see a subtle change in her expression. I grabbed the waistband of her shorts and panties and pulled them over her slender legs and off her feet. Her pussy was already soaked and shining with arousal.

Yiren, still keeping up her cocky demeanor, gave a huge fake yawn and smirked cheekily. I narrowed my eyes and then reached up and tore the bra off her, making her yelp. However overweening she was acting, I could see in her face a desire to be dominated. And that was a desire I was more than willing to satisfy.

I crawled forward, lifted her legs up, and sheathed myself to the root inside her tight, wet pussy. "Fuck!" She cried out as I pushed into her. She moaned and gasped when I bottomed out inside her, firmly prodding her cervix. Her quick, high-pitched breaths heightened my arousal.

My brain was far too cloudy to control my desire, so my thrusts were fast and rough. I relentlessly pounded her, not holding back a bit and not sorry at all. I gave her ass quick smacks randomly every few thrusts, making her yelp every single time.

Her brows contracted and turned up, and her mouth stayed slightly open, her face falling into that angelic expression of bliss that never failed to make me shiver in pleasure myself.

"Oh - fuck - yes - harder - please!" She whimpered in time with my strokes. I lowered my face to her ear.

"Now remind me," I growled, her moans filling my own ears, "who's in charge?"

She barely managed to get the words out inbetween her cries. "You oppa! You're in charge! I belong to you!"

I gave her ass a hard slap, somewhat dissatisfied with her answer. "Then say it right, slut."

"I'm yours, sir!" She cried again, "I belong to you only!"

"Good girl." I said in a low voice, and I felt her shiver under me. I slowed my thrusts to a calmer pace, more to tantalize her than anything else. She was near an orgasm, I could tell, so I kept the strokes at a steady pace with a lot of force.

"Sir, please," She begged, her juices leaking out around me, clearly turned on by my dominance, "Fuck me harder, make me cum for you." Cleverly worded so as to make it like this was for me, not for her. I was not, even in my drunk-as-fuck state, going to fall for that.

"Why would I do that?" I said to her dismay, evilly grinning. "You were such a bad girl earlier, why should I reward you?"

"I'm sorry, sir!" She said breathlessly, her eyes full of desperation. "I'm sorry I was bad! Please, sir, fuck me and make me cum!"

I couldn't really help but give in, since my libido was screaming at me. So I picked up the pace and resumed my uncontrolled plowing of her tight cunt, the resistance smoothed somewhat by the enormous amounts of slick she was producing.

With every subsequent thrust, her moans became louder snd her words dirtier as I brought her nearer to her peak.

"Mmhh yes sir, fuck me harder! It's so good, fuck! I'm gonna cum for you sir!"

I pushed myself up from my elbows and held a hand to her neck, pushing down just enough to make her enjoy it. She took a sharp breath and opened her eyes, pupils dilated.

"Shut the fuck up and take it, slut," I said, groaning despite myself.

"Yes, sir," she gasped, moaning, as I pushed deeper. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

She wasn't lying. Her voice died momentarily as her eyes rolled into her head and she bucked her hips up into me, a gush of cum spraying my abdomen. She found her voice after a second, and let out a short, loud "ah", mouth open. Her hips continued their motion seemingly independent of her pleasure-addled brain.

Her moans subsided, and an idea came to me. I reluctantly pulled out of her, a lewd squelch sounding. She lay there, unmoving, eyes open and practically heart-pupiled. I walked to the french doors leading to thr balcony and opened them, a rush of cool night air sweeping over me.

Yiren lifted her head slightly at the sudden cool draft and pushed herself up with slightly trembling arms. I went back to the bed and lifted her off it easily, then set her down on her front on the soft white couch oustide. She gave a tiny gasp as a breeze of cool air moved over her naked pussy.

"Sir...

"Fuck me again..."

I was still rock hard despite the cool air, so I climbed onto the couch with her. Her head was laying sideways towards the dark scenery, her arms were stretched out in front of her, and her ass was sticking up in the air, perfectly positioned for me to fuck.

I slid my cock back into her wet heat, drawing a languid whimper from her mouth and clenching my jaw with a groan. I started off slow, with gentle, even thrusts, Yiren moaning softly beneath me.

"Mmm fuck yes you're so deep in me oppa..."

I kicked the pace up a little and started thrusting faster and harder, quickly turning her moans to cries as I pounded her tight pussy.

"Mmhh fuck! Pound me harder please sir! Pound my little pussy! So good, fuck, yes yes please harder! So fucking big inside me, yes! Nghh oh god yes, use me, fuck!"

Her words flicking every arousal switch in my brain to 'on', I went even faster, giving it everything I had to keep pushing into her. Beads of sweat formed at my hairline at the effort. Yiren was reduced to a mewling, whimpering, moaning mess, unable to form coherent words in her pleasure. I slapped her ass hard and she cried out.

"Please - sir - harder! Oh - yes - slap me - sir!"

I spanked her harder and she arched her back, a small yelp escaping her with every thrust I gave. Pleasure was building in my lower abdomen like resistance from a compressed spring, my abs and obliques tensing in preparation.

"Yes sir, give it to me! Fuck me harder please! Nghh yes, I'm gonna - I'm gonna - fuck, I'm cumming sir!"

"Fuck!" I groaned, as she gave a particularly sexy cry that sent shivers down my spine, "Yiren baby I'm gonna fucking cum!"

"Yes - please - sir!" She managed through her high-pitched whines of bliss. This, combined with her usage of "sir", was all the initiative I needed to cum inside her.

"Oh my god yes, FUCK!" I almost roared, slamming my hips into hers one last time, burying my cock so deep inside her that it touched her cervix again and blasting her insides with hot cum. My release triggered hers, and she orgasmed again with a scream, spraying her cum out onto me.

I rolled over and off her, sliding out to let a large amount of cum come spilling out of her. She gave another soft moan and then rolled over to face me. I pulled her closer and her face and body were very hot despite the 6°C temperature outside.

"So good... oppa I love you..."

"I love you too, baby."

...

I must have fallen asleep, since when I awoke it was about 8 o'clock in the morning, judging by the sun's position. Yiren was snoozing peacefully beside me. As I slowly returned to a waking state I realized that I was stiffer than a wood plank again. Yiren's sleeping body was looking incredibly sexy, and I was entirely unable to control my sudden desire. I pulled her closer to me and pushed into her again, quietly groaning. She gave a soft moan in her sleep. I started very slowly, but even this was enough to stir her from her slumber. She breathed in deeply and shifted slightly, and I continued my thrusts, making her whine faintly. She steadily returned to conciousness, moaning more and tightening around me.

"Oppa?"

"Yes, baby," I groaned through gritted teeth, listening to her soft mewls of satisfaction. "Oh, fuck..."

Her eyes opened partially, looking lazily out at the trees, and then they closed and her eyebrows contracted upwards as I reached around and started rubbing her clit, making her gasp and whimper.

"A-ah...oh yes, k-keep doing that..."

Her head leaned back into my collarbone and I could smell vanilla in her soft hair. I grabbed her hips and slammed mine into them, driving my cock deep inside her and making her cry a loud "ah".

"Ohh yes yes yes, please keep going, I'm gonna fucking cum again, don't stop oppa!"

I reached and put my hand around her slim neck, squeezing lightly, just enough to give her the sensation I knew she liked. Her intonations of pleasure became unintelligible.

"Yes - fuck - harder - oppa - mmm yes - so good!"

"Fuck, you like that baby?" I squeezed her neck harder.

"Ah! Yes, sir! I love it! Fuck my little pussy harder! Use me! Your cock is so big, so deep inside me sir!"

"Yiren, I'm gonna cum baby," I gasped, moaning in her ear, and I felt her shiver in arousal under me.

"Cum inside me, sir," Yiren panted, arching her back into me. Her hands went to her own breasts, squeezing and massaging, pleasuring her to greater heights. Her eyes closed once more and she let out a shriek of pleasure and a long moan as sbe squirted on me again, arms and legs trembling uncontrollably as her mind whited out.

I briefly lost touch with reality as my own mind was flooded with sensation and I released inside her again. My body shuddered in pleasure and I let out a few swears through gritted teeth, thrusting my way through my orgasm. Yiren gasped and moaned throughout it, loving the feeling of warmth pouring into her.

My muscles relaxed, and I slipped out of her as we both settled down again, panting and satisfied. It was a few minutes before she spoke again.

"Oppa?"

"Yiren, baby?"

She sighed contentedly. "I love you."

"I love you too." I replied, planting a row of kisses on her neck.

"You know what I think oppa?"

"What's that, babe?"

She turned over and faced me, a devilish smirk twisting her lips.

"I think it's gonna be a really fun summer."

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