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daydreams tainted red

[lvnaessence]

the moment you put aside the dark clouds

         you'll clearly see the moon within my heart

☆ [ iya | 21 | she/they ]

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☆ [5:39 pm] - university au ; car sex | 1.04k words

☆ [left and right] - fingering ; hand kink | 0.6k words

[lvnaessence]

Hey i miss your optional bias smuts :((

oh, how lovely it feels to be missed. i’m happy that my works remain in your thoughts, and i hope i will have time in the future to write a little more! just caught up with life outside the internet and my responsibilities that come up with it  ♡

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[left and right] optional bias

pairing: optional bias (male) / reader (female) genre: smut, fingering (receiving), spanking, hand kink (?) word count: 0.6k words

It’s easy to distinguish the difference between his left and right hand. His right hand is tender, reminiscent of the days you walk hand-in-hand along the streets after a lunch date. You’ve memorized the feeling of his fingertips grazing your knuckles as much as your lips remember how the top of his hand feels under a heartwarming kiss. The touch of his right hand is as soft as his gaze is when he professes his love to you, away from prying eyes and within the confines of your humble abode. 

His left hand, meanwhile, is drastically different. His callused fingertips are a testament of his blood, sweat, and tears. With every flex of his digits, fine lines peek and protrude from the expanse of his skin. And unlike his right hand, his left hand is stronger. If not just his hand, then his fingers.

In passionate nights, his right hand is the one grasping onto your cheek with care. It’s that hand that brushes your hair away from your eyes so you can see him properly. Even if it’s that hand that grabs you by the face to force you to look into his eyes, or perhaps the hand that pries your legs open for him to pleasure you, it still provides a soft touch that leaves you feeling more desire for him. 

Meanwhile, his left hand is the one keeping up a constant cadence. It’s the rough fingertips of his left hand that graze your most sensitive parts, and it’s those trained fingers that piston out of you with so much power that they leave you gasping for air. It’s the one that leave your insides feeling empty in favor of landing an embarrassingly loud smack onto your ass, and you can’t help but groan when you can perfectly feel the roughness of his fingers onto your skin.

“Did you like that too much?” He’d tease you, as he pushes his digits back into you without warning. You writhe in pleasure, and you can’t help but feel the warmth spread across your face when the squelching noise of your desire reverberates around the room. “We can try more of that next time if you’d like, baby. What do you think?”

“I think,” you reply, as you prop yourself up on your shoulders. “You should go faster beca-ah!” You drop back onto the bed with a hand covering your mouth, as he drills his fingers into that spot again and again.

“Almost there, (Y/N)?” He asks, and you nod vigorously. Your eyes are shut, and you convulse around his fingers in an attempt to reach euphoria faster. Though just as you almost grasp paradise, his hands leave your aching hole unceremoniously. You glare at him, and he just merely laughs.

His right hand makes its way onto his dick, grabbing onto it so he could gently prod into your entrance. His precum mixes with the lube and essence that leave your hole. As he grinds himself onto you, you feel his left hand grazing your cheek. His fingers are damp with your wetness, and his fingertips feel bumpy onto your skin. “Don’t worry, baby.” He reassures you, reaching over to kiss you on your lips. “You’ll come soon. But first...” As his voice lingers, you can feel his left fingertips making their way towards your mouth. Without warning, yet again, his hips jerk forward and his dick sheathes into you effortlessly. You gasp at the sudden feeling of fullness in your heat, and as soon as your lips part, his fingers dart forward to rest onto your tongue.

“Suck.”

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[5:39 pm] optional bias

pairing: optional bias (male) / reader (gender neutral) genre: university au, smut, fluff word count: 1.04k words

A situation like this is something you've systematically analyzed, nothing different from your line of studies. It's simple and quite easy to understand. He would ring you after a stressful day, you'd meet up at the parking lot behind his college department’s building, and before you could even ask what happened, he'd have you under him shaking with pleasure.

You think you're a little lucky this time, he's a little more gentle with you, and you managed to squeeze in some small talk before he kissed you and let his hands wander around your skin. A misunderstanding with a classmate, and an additional assignment from his professor— that's what he summarized to you, with a furrowed brow and a hand gently caressing your thigh. You pity him for having to experience the struggle, especially when you know just how much passion he has for his major. You're a witness to his diligence, you're always there beside him after midnight studying together with the aim for perfection. He gives his all to everything, and you would do the same. Out of love, and out of passion.

So you never complain when he calls you to meet him here in his car. You don't complain when he has you pinned down like this, grinding himself onto you and leaving marks on your neck. You enjoy and revel in the feeling, it makes you happy being here with him as much as he enjoys the feeling of your warmth around himself. Besides, it doesn't always end up with him fucking you to destress. There are times when he just cuddles with you at the backseat, maybe even a make-out session if there's time. And with his car having tinted windows, you could care less about the possibility of people seeing you two vulnerable, disheveled, and absolutely fucked out. Nobody will ever see the way he grunts your name every time you clench around him, nobody will ever see the way his lips quiver before he releases himself inside you. And nobody will ever see the beautiful, toothy smile he shows you after he climaxes. It's all for you to see, and your heart swells at the sight every time.

When he pulls himself out of you, he lets a curse out when his essence drips out of your hole. Instantly, your hand reaches out to finger it back in, and he can't help but feel smug at the sight. His hand, this time, reaches out for your fingers and lifts it away from your entrance. "I want to watch it drip out." He whispers, taking your digits into his mouth, licking at the tips where your love had mixed. You're at an embarrassing position, legs spread out while you forcefully push out his cum for his enjoyment. But you're too dazed to react. Even if you do this all for him, he treats you well and never ceases to make you feel euphoric. Even as he moans your name for every contraction you make, you can't even being yourself to snap out of your reverie.

So this time, he reaches to you and showers you with love. A situation like this is something he's always accustomed to. After he's had his way with you during times of turbulence, he never forgets to let you know how much he appreciates your presence. He never forgets to remind you how much you mean to him, and how honored he is to have you by his side through every step of the way. So out of love, and out of passion, he bends forward and kisses you with a smile.

"Thank you baby, for everything." He mutters, peppering your face with feathery kisses. You feel his left hand caressing your cheek, and you lean yourself onto his touch. He shows you another beautiful smile, "I'm sorry I tired you out, I'll drive you back to your dorm, okay? Let me clean up first, we can rest for a while or maybe grab a snack on the way. Just let me know."

You don't answer for a while, you just let him do his thing while you watch. You grimace when you feel him gently wipe off the cum that’s left in your intimacy, sensitivity still at its peak. A small apology leaves his lips, assuring you that he had no intention of hurting you. He finishes off by kissing your forehead, uttering a quiet "I love you" before he pushes himself off of you. Though just as he moves away, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him towards you for a hug. "Not yet.” You mumble onto his skin. “Let’s talk. What got you upset?”

“Really?” He leans away from you to shoot you a questioning look. “Right after I practically fucked a baby into you, (Y/N)?”

At his vulgarity, you just roll your eyes and push him closer to you. “I offer a two-part service where I help you sexually and holistically. Maybe three-part, if you tell me who wronged you so I can give them a piece of my mind.”

“Oh? Could I learn more about that extra part?”

“I beat their ass. Simple as that.”

It’s silly. You’re still partially clothed inside his car and a little tired from your passionate escapade. With (B/N)’s legs pressed onto you, you’re pretty sure some of your own release landed its way onto his jeans. It’s gross. Yet here you are, small smiles plastered on your faces laughing quietly at each other’s quick-witted responses.

“I don’t think I’m going to need that third bit, (Y/N).” He reassures you. “I’m just really thankful that you’re always here.” (B/N) says, searching for your hand so he can leave kisses at your fingertips again. He looks straight into your eyes for every point of contact he makes, piercing gaze, but the stars in his eyes are a testament to his affection. “I love you, I really do.”

“I love you, too.” Your answer is immediate. And your next move is just as instant, darting forward to kiss him. Your hand that was once in his hold moves to the back of his neck to push him deeper onto you. Out of love, and out of passion.