Wheat in Wartime —
Chapter Seventeen: Ocean Eyes
word count: 3.4k
warnings: 18+ mdni! smut (oral (f!receiving), fingering, title kink(?), slight hair pulling, cunnilingus, cum eating, unprotected piv, creampie), swearing, aftercare
a/n: listen this is the first time i've ever written smut so if it's bad and you need to tell me at least be nice about it ok?? and i swtg if you’re a minor and you interact with this post i’m blocking you
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And if the devil was to ever see you, he'd kiss your eyes and repent. — Personal Account of Farouq Jwaydeh
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Liam is sitting against the wall between his door and Violet's, a new block of wood in his hands, when I walk up beside him. He smiles softly at me and whispers, "Hey."
"Hi." I crouch down until I'm eye level with him. "Who are you carving now?"
"Tairn. I wanted to carve Andarna, but we never see her in flight maneuvers, so I can't get a good look." He looks back down at the wood in front of him and slides his knife along one of the edges, brushing his fingers across it as he goes to keep any of the shavings from getting in his way, and I can't look away from him.
The care, the precision, the attention to detail—
"Jo."
My eyes snap back to his.
He smirks at me. "See something you like?"
I snap my jaw closed, unaware I'd even opened it. But now that I'm not lost in the trance that is Liam Mairi's large hands and long fingers, I feel how unbearably hot my skin is.
Given the way his eyes darken, he sees it, too.
"Are you feeling needy, Princess?"
It shouldn't. It really shouldn't. But the way he says my title—Princess—with so much reverence and eagerness and want? It makes my breath stutter in my chest.
And of course he notices. "Princess, huh? That's what does it for you?" he asks, a smirk on his lips.
I try to roll my eyes, but I can't seem to stop looking at his mouth or the way his tongue brushes against his bottom lip, and suddenly it's not just my skin that's burning.
"Don't be a tease," I sign, but the way my chest heaves with every breath doesn't make it threatening in the slightest.
"But your reactions are so fun." He pouts—he fucking pouts—sticking out his lower lip even further. His pink, plump, perfect bottom lip.
Something in me snaps. One second I'm crouched beside him, the next I'm yanking him to his feet and pulling him into his bedroom.
He smirks, eyes bright as he lets me lead him around. "What? Was it something I said?"
As soon as he's close enough, I push him back onto his mattress and climb on top of him. He tries to sit up, but I put one hand on his chest, straddle his hips, and push him back until he's laid out below me.
His pupils are entirely blown, and I’ve barely even touched him.
I roll my hips, feeling his growing erection right against my center, and I nearly throw my head back in want. But I keep my eyes on him and relish the way his breath catches in his throat.
I did that.
I lift my hand from his chest just long enough to sign, "Stop teasing me." Then I lean forward and press my lips to his.
He arches off the bed as best he can, moaning into my mouth. One hand wraps around my back and starts to palm at my ass, the other slides up to my hip and snakes under my uniform top until his entire hand is touching my skin. And both of them are keeping me exactly where I am.
Not that I was planning on going anywhere.
My lips trail from his mouth, to his jaw, to his neck, and I can't help but relish in the way his grip tightens when I pay particular attention to a spot just below his pulse point.
"Who's the tease now?" he breathes, voice gravelly.
I just roll my hips again and grin at the moan he lets out.
He shakes his head, eyes half-lidded as he looks at me. "Evil."
Before I can kiss him again, the entire room tilts, and now I'm the one on my back and Liam is hovering over me, blue eyes dark and wanting. His lips are searing as he presses them to mine, and I can't form a single coherent thought once his tongue slips into my mouth.
He pulls back completely, but when I open my eyes and lift my hands to protest, I only feel my lips part as I look up and up and up. He's sitting back on his heels, and I don't know if I've ever acknowledged how tall Liam is, because it feels like he's towering over me.
I think I poked the bear one too many times.
"Don't start something you can't finish, Princess," he murmurs, grinning down at me.
I don't take my eyes off the way his jaw clenches as I sign, "Neither of us have finished yet."
His grin turns downright menacing. "Believe me, we're just getting started."
He makes quick work of my boots and socks, then starts for the fastenings on my pants, but his hands still before he actually starts to undo them. I pause, arching a brow at the suddenness of it all, but when I meet his eyes, he's not having some internal debate over whether he actually wants to do this or not:
He's waiting for permission.
Gods, he's perfect.
I nod emphatically, a smile growing across my face as I sign, "Yes, please," and he's taking off my pants with the efficiency of a man who's thought about this over and over and over again. But I don't let him move from his spot between my legs just yet. "Not until you're showing some skin, too."
His teeth are near-blinding as he grins. "Whatever you say, Princess."
Maybe I shouldn't have asked for this, because now his fucking hands are back in my line of sight undoing the buttons at his collar, and the bastard is taking his sweet time with each one. Like he knows exactly what he's doing to me.
It's not even a want anymore—I need him.
Pale gold skin and hard planes of muscle greet me as he pulls off his uniform top, and I'm suddenly very grateful he's never felt the need to spar shirtless like the other cadets in the quadrant, because I would never be able to take my eyes off him. Toned biceps, broad shoulders, a runed stone on a cord around his neck that I'm definitely going to ask him about later, and a clearly defined V that leads to the bulge barely restrained within his pants.
I lick my lips to make sure I'm not drooling.
He smirks at me. "Satisfied?"
"Satisfied, yes." I drag my eyes up his torso, back to his face, and grin. "Satiated? Not even close."
"Let me do the honors, then." He settles down between my legs, and at my nod, pulls my underwear off and tosses it onto our ever-growing pile of clothes in the center of his room. "Two taps if you want me to stop, okay?"
He lifts one of my legs up onto his shoulder and kisses his way down my inner thigh, his eyes never leaving mine, until he's right up against my core. Then he coos, "Oh, Princess, you're soaked."
I don't know if it's because he's had a lot of practice, or if it's because I haven't, or if it's simply because it's Liam, but he flattens his tongue against me and licks one long stripe up my folds, and my back is already arching off the bed. He lifts my other leg onto his shoulder, then wraps his arms around my thighs to hold my hips down so he can devour me properly. And since there's no room to squirm out of his grasp, I slip my hand into his hair and tug, keeping him as close to me as possible instead.
The sound that escapes his mouth is heavenly. He looks up at me, pupils blown, and pulls back from my center, arousal glistening around his mouth. "Do that again."
I give his blonde strands another experimental tug, and he purrs deep in his throat. "Just like that, Princess." Then he tightens his arms around my thighs and buries himself between my legs once more.
He's relentless in his worship of me, and that's exactly what it feels like: worship. No inch of my skin goes unattended, no physical reaction goes unnoticed. Liam is lapping at my core like there's absolution to be found between my thighs, and if I could, I would grant it to him in a heartbeat.
And when he sinks a finger inside me, I swear the gods are smiling down on us, because I'm already seeing stars.
I can feel my walls start to clench around him, and he pulls back slightly, his mouth a wide smirk. "Already? You're good for a guy's ego, Jo."
"No," I sign quickly, trying to catch my breath. "Just for you."
His eyes go soft and he kisses my thigh one more time. "I've got you, Princess." Then he pushes another finger inside me and curls them both, and I'm reaching for his hair again, nodding vigorously while I meet his eyes.
Yes, yes, gods, yes, more, yes, yes!
He pumps his fingers faster, and when his mouth reattaches to my clit, sparks fly up my spine and scatter across my body as my orgasm rockets through me. My ankles cross at his back and I'm holding him to me as I grind into his face, riding out my high while he keeps pumping his fingers in and out, in and out.
He slows to a stop, slips his fingers out of me, and, never breaking eye contact with me, brings both fingers up to his mouth and licks them clean.
I just stare at him with wide eyes and parted lips.
"You're fucking delicious, Jo." He's sitting back on his heels again, finishing off his fingers, when he grins at me. "Want a taste?"
I'm nodding before he even finishes his question, already moving up onto my elbows to get myself closer to him. He meets me halfway, propping himself up on one hand not to crush me while the other hand cups the back of my head and his fingers thread through my hair.
I open for him as soon as his mouth is on mine, and while I taste my own release on his tongue, I'm too busy savoring the heady sensation of Liam losing himself in me to focus too much on it. Instead of laying me back down, he pulls me forward until I'm sitting up completely, then his hands start to pull at the hem of my uniform top. "Can I?" I nod against his mouth, making him smile, and his hands get to work at the corset laces on the back while he keeps his lips on mine.
Or, at least, he tries. His fingers get tangled up in the laces barely two seconds in, and he's huffing out in frustration while my shoulders are shaking with laughter. He tries to pull his hands free, but that just pulls the laces tighter, and I'm wheezing from laughing. "Let me help," I sign, still shaking slightly, and he pouts, but agrees.
I can't see what I'm doing, so I have to go by touch, and if my hands are going to touch, then my mouth is, too. A kiss to his collarbone, a thread free around his thumb. A small bite at the base of his throat, a lace untwisted from his middle and ring fingers. Another kiss to the underside of his jaw, and his entire right hand is free.
Instead of bothering with getting his left hand free, though, he just buries his right in my hair and brings his mouth back down to mine.
He moans, and the sound goes straight to my core. "And you called me a tease."
I roll my eyes, a smile on my lips. "You're just so." Kiss. "Damn." Kiss. "Kissable." Kiss.
"It's one of my best qualities," he murmurs with a grin. "Now, as much as I like having one whole outfit on between us, I'd much rather we both be naked right about now."
I guess he has a point. I help him get his left hand free, then wave him away from my corset to prevent any further damage. He removes his boots and takes off his pants and necklace, I manage to loosen the laces at my back enough to pull off my uniform, and then there's nothing between us but air.
For a second, I try to keep my eyes above the neck, for some semblance of propriety. But he's already made me cum on his tongue, there's no propriety left in the room, so I let my gaze trail down, past his pecs, past his abs, past the trail of blonde hair under his navel, and I gape.
Because he's big. And I want him inside me now.
He reaches out, his hand coming up to rest on my ribs so his thumb barely caresses the underside of my breast, and I can't help but smile at the fact that he seems to have the same reaction to seeing me naked that I'm having with him.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Jo," he breathes, eyes finding mine in the dim light. My face starts to flush at the words, and he smiles. "If you're going to do that every time I tell you, I need to say it more often, then."
Then his lips are on me again, his tongue teasing mine with small strokes that have me chasing after him and sparks shooting down my spine. "Are you on the fertility suppressant?"
I nod, pulling back just enough to ask, "Are you?"
"Yeah."
"Good." I pull him back in to me, then I slowly lean back until I'm fully laid out on the bed, with Liam just hovering over me. "I want you."
"I'm yours."
He slips two fingers into me, to make sure I'm ready for him, and considering what he's working with, I appreciate the prep. But I'm also getting a little bit desperate, and I know he can tell from the way I'm squirming beneath him.
He huffs out a laugh. "Just a little more, Jo, I promise; you'll want it."
I don't bother signing anything back, I just thread my fingers through his hair and pull his lips down to mine. Every time he scissors his fingers, spreading me wider, I match his rhythm with the cant of my hips until I feel myself nearing the edge again. When I can't get a full breath into my lungs without gasping, he kisses me long and hard, then slides his fingers out of me and wraps them around his dick, using my own arousal as lubricant.
He smirks at me, at the way my tongue is brushing against my bottom lip, and murmurs, "I knew you'd like that. Ready, Princess?"
"Ready," I sign. The I wrap my hands around his jaw and pull him down to me again as he slowly pushes in.
We take it inch by inch, soft and languid kisses all the while. And when he's completely seated, panting above me, I feel delightfully, deliciously full. It takes a few moments, but when everything within me fully relaxes for him, I nod fervently, and he starts to move.
Given everything else that's happened tonight, I don't know why I'm surprised he takes this slow. Even still, it's like he's trying to memorize the way I feel around him, and torture me in the meantime, with every roll of his hips.
Knowing him, that's exactly what he's doing. And he's very, very good at it.
Little by little, though, he starts to pick up the pace. His hips move as steadily as his hands did, but when I match the pulse of my hips to his own, he grabs my knee, wraps my leg around his waist, and plunges himself deeper.
Everything in me tightens: my legs, my lungs, the tension in my gut. My entire body is shaking with need, and I'm gasping, but not for air—for him.
Liam takes one look at me and slides his hand between us, finds my clit, and rubs his thumb against it to the same rhythm as his thrusts. I was already teetering on the edge of orgasm, but with just a few circles of his fingers, I fall completely into the waves of pleasure that crash over me. My walls flutter around him, and he follows closely behind, spilling into me with a low groan.
We go limp, chests heaving, Liam's head tucked into the crook of my neck. I scratch the base of his neck again and he purrs, his chest humming against mine, settling something deep inside me.
It could be minutes, it could be hours, but he eventually—slowly—pulls out of me, trailing soft kisses up and down my neck and shoulder the entire time. "You okay?"
I can only nod, a lazy smile on my face and no desire to get up from this spot any time soon.
"I'll be right back." I pout, jutting my lower lip out as he starts to get up, but he shakes his head and laughs softly. "I'm just cleaning us up, Princess." He lifts himself off of me and moves off the bed, then turns his back on me and walks over to his wardrobe.
Giving me a perfect view of his relic. It stretches across his shoulder blades, Deigh's wings fully extended, with his head just stopping at the base of his neck and his dagger tail stretching all the way down his spine, just to the top of his ass.
And it's a very nice ass.
He slips on some pajama pants, then turns back around and smirks at me, having caught me staring. "Something catch your eye?"
"You."
He closes the distance between us and leans over me, his nose just brushing against mine. "Sweet talker." He kisses me slow and deep and all-consuming before he's pulling away. "I'll be right back. Don't move."
As instructed, I don't move, and he comes back a couple minutes later with a wet washcloth, two waterskins, some fabric folded in the crook of his arm, and a look on his face I can't quite place. "Guess who I just ran into, outside your room?"
I furrow my brows, confused for a second, but then my brain catches up with itself. "Oh shit, was it Xaden?" I'm already laughing before he even confirms it.
"Yup." He pops the 'p'. "I'm supposed to tell you that the wards are done on your new room."
I grin at him, accepting the waterskin with a kiss. "Good to know."
He sets the other waterskin and the fabric in his arms on the desk, then climbs onto the bed with the cloth. "Spread your legs one more time for me, Princess."
I oblige, and he gently cleans up the mess our cum made on the inside of my thighs, then strips out of his pajama pants and wipes off his dick, too. With some careful maneuvering, he removes the now-filthy top blanket and throws it in the laundry bin and replaces it with a second one from the armoire, all without making me leave the bed at all.
He only takes the waterskin back after I've drained half of it, then he pulls on a clean pair of boxers and hands me the fabric from the desk. I unfold it, and I'm holding a clean pair of panties.
And Cam's shirt—the one I sleep in every night.
He brought me my shirt.
I look up at him, where he's still standing at the edge of the bed, and don't bother holding back the couple of tears that slide down my cheeks. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." He helps me dress, then, standing in the middle of his room, he looks at me with the softest expression I've ever seen. "Do you need anything else?"
I shake my head. "Just hold me."
I was wrong. This is the softest expression I've ever seen. "Okay."
He's flat on his back with an arm wrapped around me, and my head is on his chest, one arm wrapped around his waist. His hand lightly skates up and down my back and arm, and he hums lowly.
"Hey, Jo," he whispers. I shift my head just slightly to show I'm listening. "I'm dating a Princess." He giggles—actually giggles—then goes back to his humming.
I just shake my head and nuzzle further into his chest, happy and safe.
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a/n: STDs and UTIs don't exist in this world, because i said so. but seriously, use protection, get tested, and pee after sex. reblogs and comments are always appreciated :)
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