anyway, f/o accidentally pricking you with something and they feel bad and rush to bandage it quickly but your blood gets on their fingers and palms getting all messy and you have to look away and they think you're mad at them but you're actually like this
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A/N: This was a request. Y'all have me writing the craziest shit i stg but I'm not even a little bit mad. Now I want to wander into the forest with my partner and get fucked against a tree.
Summary: Pelle takes you out into the woods to show you his favorite tree and gets a little overexcited when you scrape your hand on the bark.
Warning: NSFW, Unprotected P in V, Outdoor sex, Blood Kink.
You and Pelle were out in the woods, trying to find the very specific tree that Pelle had found the night before while you were sleeping. It wasn’t often that he left the house while you were asleep, but it did happen from time to time, especially if he was suffering from an unusually long bout of insomnia.
You’d usually wake up in the morning to find him sitting next to you in bed, drawing, his hair full of twigs and leaves. You’d pick them out and ask him softly if he saw anything interesting, and usually he said no.
But this morning, he’d decided that whatever he’d seen was cool enough that he just had to show you.
All you could get out of him was that it was a tree and that he wasn’t actually sure where he’d seen it since it had been so dark and he had a tendency to wander.
So, you found yourself being led through the forest, your hand clutched tightly in Pelle’s while he dragged you around excitedly.
You walked for what felt like hours, not a word exchanged between you. Pelle was too focused on his search and you were busy admiring the scenery while you got dragged along behind him.
Eventually he stopped and pointed at a large oak tree triumphantly.
You followed along, hands still intertwined and squinted at it, trying to understand why it was so special.
But then, you saw it.
A little square of bark had been pried off of the trunk and nestled inside of it, was a freshly carved set of both of your initials in a little heart.
He’d been so excited to show you, but now he was a little nervous that you would think it was stupid
“Awe.” You cooed, pecking Pelle on one of his pink cheeks. “That’s sweet, did you do this?”
He nodded, releived and leaning into you.
“I love it.” You beamed, taking a step forward to trail your fingertips over his handiwork. “Why this tree though?”
“It was calling to me.” He muttered softly, shrugging. “I could see it, even in the dark.”
“You must’ve.” You smiled “especially if you made it out this far int the dark-”
You gasped when your back hit the tree unexpectedly and Pelle’s lips found yours immediately.
Not used to him being so assertive, you gladly let him guide the direction of the kiss, matching the increasingly frantic movements with vigor.
Pelle muttered something about the tree being just for the two of you in between open mouthed kisses. You just nodded, helping him rid you of his shirt so he could do the same.
You turned around and braced yourself against the tree with your palms while Pelle yanked your pants down around your knees, dropping his own just as quickly before lining himself up with your entrance and hesitating.
Neither of you were used to sex being so impersonal. You’d never fucked without looking eachother in the eye.
In an attempt to show him that you were okay and ready, you pushed back against him until his tip popped into your dripping hole.
He groaned, nails digging into your hips as he clutched them tightly. It was so easy for him to get overwhelmed during the process of actually sinking all the way into you. He always stopped every inch or so to compose himself, muttering incoherently between pants and gasps, eyes squeezed shut tightly.
You were a little worried about his ability to keep himself standing while you fucked, but it was hard to focus on anything other than his cock working its way inside you, especially when he finally bottomed out, stretching your walls.
Both of you paused, relishing in the feeling for a moment before Pelle shakily withdrew and let himself sink back into you. He was moving so slowly that he might as well have been teasing both of you, but really, he was just trying to savour the feeling without cumming too fast.
He loved fucking you outside.
And now, up against his new favorite tree, able to see your initials carved into it, it added to the already overwhelming experience.
Pelle picked up the pace a little, being gentle with you apart from his nails digging into the skin surrounding your hips, which happened so often that the indents might as well have been permanent.
You arched your back, allowing him to sink just a little deeper and couldn’t help the low moan that fell from your lips when his tip started hitting that sensitive spot that drove you wild. He could always tell when he’d found it because you lost all sense of being able to keep yourself quiet.
Your head tilted back slightly after another few thrusts, disorienting you enough that your hands shifted and your palms scraped against the rough three bark.
You winced, leaning back into Pelle despite badly wanting to continue fucking him, so you made sure to keep him wedged inside your aching cunt so you could inspect them while he cupped your tits in his hands, using them as leverage to keep you from falling.
He wasn’t sure what had happened and was panting in your ear, trying to get himself together.
“Ouch.” you muttered, taking in the blood slowly trickling out of the scrapes.
Now, Usually, when you hurt yourself, especially bad enough to bleed, Pelle felt physically pained as if he could feel it too. But this time, maybe because you were impaled on his cock when he’d seen your bloodied palms initially, he was driven wild with lust.
His breathing changed noticeably.
Without even thinking about it, he grabbed one of your wrists gently and guided your hand over your shoulder so he could inspect it. You thought he’d do just that or maybe even press his lips to the surrounding skin, but you couldn't help the gasp that escaped your lips when you felt his tongue run over your palm, warm and wet as he licked the blood from the stinging wound.
He shuddered behind you, involuntarily bucking his hips into you with a shaky groan.
You cried out, shocked by your own reaction to the display. Your hips ground themselves against him and he reached for your other hand, gathering up the blood seeping from that one too as he thrust into you from below roughly, crazed by the sudden blood lust.
He pulled out of you suddenly and you whined in protest, clenching around nothing.
Within a half second, you were on your back in the dirt, legs pried open, and Pelle was slamming himself back into you. He took turns clutching your hands and bringing them to his mouth, licking and sucking on the bleeding wounds as he fucked you into the forest floor harder than you’d ever been fucked in your life.
You felt like your brain had stopped working and remained a writhing mess beneath him, whimpering and mewling, desperate with need and beyond turned on by whatever was happening to him.
Pelle was never rough with you.
Ever.
But now, it was like he was different person entirely. He wasn’t even looking at you for the first couple minutes, too mesmerized by the blood to look away, but when the blood stopped flowing and his face was covered in slick redness, he smashed his lips onto yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth to make you taste it, groping your tits with greedy hands while he continued to rutt into you.
For some reason, the swapping of bloodfilled spit did it for you.
Without even realizing it was coming, you crashed over the edge, dragging Pelle right along with you. You clung to eachother, desperate to get as close as possible as you rode out your highs.
He stayed buried inside you when he finally loosened his grip, seeming to realize what he’d done suddenly. He stiffened and grabbed for your hand, inspecting the scratches with a horrified look on his face.
“I’m so sorry.” His words came out rushed and panicked “Fuck, I don’t know what happened. Are you okay? I’m so fucking sorry.”
“Pelle.” You breathed, thumbing his chin instead of cradling his face like you wanted to thanks to your now stinging palms. “Relax. I’m okay. You’re okay. Everything is okay.”
“But your hands.” he frowned, looking sick with guilt.
“I think your tree just wanted a piece of me.” you joked, resting your forehead against his “I dunno what the rest of it was, but it was hot. Okay? I liked it.”
Both of you went pink following your confession.
He looked a little unsure, so you kissed him softly.
“I think that maybe you’re crazy.” he muttered into your mouth.
“You’re probably right.” You chuckled and shrugged.
Pelle pulled you into his chest, rolling over so he could stay inside you just a little longer. He pressed his lips to the top of your head, not minding all the twigs and leaves in your hair as he smiled to himself.
Yeah, this was definitely his favorite tree.
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