summary: "Jungkook is sitting on Taehyung's face with a frown in concentration and a ring around him that won't let him cum for the world. Taehyung, on the other hand, is crazy about him."
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“He becomes unhinged for a moment, biting his mouth, moaning silently, thrusting his hips down to see if he can sneak inside him those buds that haven't stopped threatening to take the universe from his fingertips. Taehyung seems to like his daring, for he gives him a smiling kiss on the inside of his right thigh to begin a deadly journey that ends where his testicles agonize in their current prohibition.
He runs his tongue over it with all the sass he can count on, and Jungkook trembles, his muscles tired, his stomach clenched, his toes so gnarled they are almost going numb as are the rest of his limbs and his whole body.
He can't relax, though, not when Taehyung begins to savor that area of his intimacy, evading the ring, passing over it as if it didn't exist as he fills his mouth to suck and push the edges of its rear sweetness once more, threatening to sneak into his loins to turn him to ashes and toss him into that sea whose tide has turned violent and doesn't know how to forgive.”
commission for a really nice person: thank you so much for commissioning me with this great idea! I’m really glad that you enjoyed it! <3
word count: 5,250
pairing: christia x eithan
genre: nsfw, pwlp, established relationship
tags/warnings: oral sex, eithan!top, a bit of a praise kink, pet names, happy ending.
summary: “just a little eithan topping christia after a long and exhausting day.”
A/N: original names were changed as requested.
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commissions | ko-fi
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Eithan steps out of the shower with a towel hanging from the lowest part of his pelvis. Droplets of water fall one by one from the tips of his grayish locks, those that blend in with his natural color and do not allow him to look his real age. They make him look even older next to the close-cropped, full beard he proudly sports that connects with his sideburns, blending in with the rest of his hair with simplicity befitting the kind of style a guy like him wears. His shoulders glisten thanks to the moisture caused by his previous bath, his collarbones pearl from the glistening remnants of water and his bare chest swells in the deep breath he takes in consciously.
He soon closes the bathroom door behind him and stops in the next instant as soon as his greenish gaze falls on the divine woman who now remains seated on the corner of the bed.
She is finishing removing her metal boots to leave them in the corner of the room, where the rest of the armor she wears in her day-to-day life rests. Eithan watches her silently, going over the tunic she has been left in and appreciating how the long braid of her hair snakes down her shoulder with more grace than Christia could ever afford.
"I didn't hear you come in," Eithan declares from his place, with neat softness, almost on the verge of a whisper having momentarily noticed the weariness unfolding between the features of the woman who now turns to him as soon as she hears him. "You've been back for a while?"
"Not really," Christia replies with a shake of her head that accompanies her answer and gets the gray-haired, huge-hearted man to nod from his place.
He watches her for a few moments with sealed lips, silencing the myriad of intrusive thoughts that want to creep into his mind and preferring instead to think of his love as he follows her with his gaze as she moves about the chamber.
It is not too strange on his part to simply watch her move. In fact, sometimes it's all he does as they both get ready in the mornings to go out, or on nights like these when his soul seems to swell with the number of feelings he's managed to develop for her that prompt him to focus his gaze on her as he wonders how a soldier of his type and with his background has managed to find joy in a woman like her.
He almost never manages to give himself an answer, for more often than not Christia takes it upon herself to get his attention with anything, pulling him out of that stream of thoughts that sooner or later are prone to turn into a river of poisonous and uncharitable guilt.
This time, however, Eithan does not plunge into the stream of his musings, for now he concentrates on the lethargy that is evident in his companion with fervor, like a shadow lying in wait for the moonlight to alight upon languid and exhausted bodies, weak from the passing of the day, thirsty for the rest that only the hours of sleep can grant them —half-heartedly considering that neither of them is too good at sleeping uninterruptedly unless they are pressed tightly in each other's arms — without exception, like a miracle, like a blessing brought from the same heaven that has had mercy on the exhausted.
He furrows his brows briefly and finally walks toward her with bare feet and heart beating against his chest. His nostrils fill with the soft scent of forestland emanating from her, a resounding mix of valleys and streams, of sunshine and effort to complete missions that easily take more hours than anyone could endure.
"Tiring day, my love?" the wavy-haired man questions, making room between her knees once she has resumed her seat on the edge of the bed, leaning over her to press a kiss to the cheekbone of her cheek and another to the corner of her eye, taking advantage of his own closeness to offer her a caress on the head that is meant to be a sort of comfort not only to her, but to himself as well.
Christia hums instead, dropping her eyelids as Eithan's lips make contact with her skin and unconsciously placing a hand on the side of his waist, where the towel and his skin divide, where the remnants of a love mark fade with the passing seconds, waiting to be painstakingly replicated in the demonstration of an affection they know how to give each other almost every night under the presence of the stars.
"Yes, quite tiring I´d say" she utters in a murmur, nodding again before a slight smile stretches at her corners and she expels air through her nose. "But it's okay, I'm here now" she declares with gusto, causing Eithan to sit up and seek her gaze like a hopeful puppy, awaiting his owner's favor and those spirit-stirring flatteries that make him feel as if he truly deserves more than pity and punishment for his past misdeeds.
"With me?" he muses in a light questioning, shifting his gaze to the curve of her mouth, past the scar that marks itself on the bridge of her nose before coming to rest his gaze on her lower lip and bite down on his own.
Christia smiles as soon as she notices the sudden desire that fills the green in Eithan's sockets and fills her lungs with air before pinching his side without actually hurting him and bobbing her head up and down in a confident nod.
"With you" promises the dark golden skinned woman, a new glow flashing in the amber of her sockets, with exhaustion still spilling over from the slight wrinkles that show at the corners of her eyelids and will hopefully be disappearing by the next morning, making her look refreshed and completely different than she does now.
Still, to Eithan she will still look gorgeous, a complete beauty in front of his captivated eyes, the most beautiful woman he has ever met in his entire life, both within his pack and on the side of the elves he once lived with.
They breathe deeply on each other, the long-haired man brushes her cheekbone with the edge of his thumb and unable to hold a second longer in the distance, he leans over her so that their mouths eventually find their way to join. Eithan inhales with some trembling in between as soon as their corners make contact.
His bare hips, lightly covered by the fabric of a towel that manages to stay wrapped around the lowest part of his pelvis, arch slightly forward, closer to the black-haired warrior's touch, who runs her open palm over his abdomen before tracing for herself a new path in the direction of his back.
Christia pinches the skin on his lower back without causing him any damage, and Eithan holds onto her shoulders at the same time as he rests one of his knees on the bed to be a little near to her as he lowers his torso with the purpose of getting closer to her.
Even though his intention is to provide his lover with some sort of repose that will allow her to rest in his feelings and regain the strength she has lost throughout the day, Eithan finds himself being completely seduced by the fragrance emanating from her and the way their noses soon meet as he pulls away just a little to brush against the corners of her mouth. Their tips slowly rub against each other as the light-haired soldier circles her nape calmly as he gifts her with another short kiss.
He has a few words floating around in the vicinity of his mind, a torture filling his head that quickly turns to comfort as he feels Christia wrap her arms around his waist, prompting in him this silent plea that dare not pierce his vocal cords knowing it will come out distorted by his sudden inability to form coherent sentences.
He has no intention of uttering any words, anyway, and that becomes a fact when he ends that narrow distance that remained between their lips and kisses her again.
This time he is a bit rough from the start, relatively desperate considering he is not particularly good at staying away from her around the house.
When they are out in the woods, he is able to survive the abstinence of her proximity, to remain sane and with his hands kept in place to accomplish his chores and other missions. However, the moment they cross the door frame and find themselves inside the privacy of their room, Eithan finds it impossible not to go straight to her in search of her affection, like a huge Golden Retriever doing his utmost to find her touch, to stay by her side, to let her know that his heart beats on her behalf and that he has her written in every corner of his soul, there where he thought no one could ever penetrate and that she would be a relic kept under lock and key for the rest of eternity.
Christia managed to melt the glaciers that surrounded his spirit, gave him peace of mind during the nights of guilt and let him know that there was someone in this world who fit all those battered pieces that make up his being.
It's a blessing of sorts for him, and wanting to worship her in the same way he knows she worships him, he doesn't delay a second in sneaking his tongue through her cavity from the first opportunity he sees at his disposal, which is more a sort of permission granted in which the dark-skinned woman half-opens her lips to allow him to push himself between the nooks and crannies of her cavity and make an expedition through each and every one of her available spaces.
Christia moans softly, a little noise that almost gets stuck between her vocal cords and is provoked by the caresses and internal flutterings that Eithan offers her with fervor, taking advantage of that interval of distraction in which he takes the rhythm for a second and leads the sway of a constant tide provided by the swirling of their tongues.
He is waiting for Christia to subjugate him as she is inclined to most of the time, but the warrior allows him to keep command, preferring instead to cede control to him as she allows herself to be guided by the new course Eithan allows himself to chart.
He nibbles gently on her lower lip as usual, his skin bristling as Christia strokes his back again, running her fingertips over the scars that stretch across the area until they blend in with the remnants of his musculature and the toning brought on by his training.
Eithan is no slouch on his part, as his hands move on their own between the surroundings of her shoulders covered by a robe that he wants to remove, tear off her so he can tattoo the tension of his digits, the itch that is born in the lowest part of his covered pelvis and that dares to climb up the surroundings of his nervous system, filling him with such a vigor that he has to reflect it in the kiss he continues to offer her in order not to die at that precise instant.
His lungs complain and Eithan unfortunately finds it necessary to pull away from her in order to take a small breath of air.
He snorts, bringing their foreheads together. Christia inhales deeply and one of her hands wraps around the wrist of the man now holding her face.
"Let me take care of you tonight, okay?" he requests in a murmur that borders on a whisper, in a rush of heat and bravery and desperation to feel her flesh on his, to sink into the glory of her folds and share with her all those emotions that won't leave him alone, that fill him to the point of agony, that make him want to confess again and again even though he already has.
Christia lets out a chuckle, something quite like the breeze blowing through the long locks of the man stroking the edges of her face with his fingers.
"Were you missing me today, my darling?" she asks in the same tone, tilting her head slightly to seek his gaze and meet it.
Eithan nods with confident firmness, leaving no room for doubt, wanting to treat her exhausted state and cause her muscles to relax at the same time as he delights in the sounds, he knows she can produce each time his mouth makes contact with her most sensitive parts.
Christia goes over his forearm extension.
"Yes, I did," he states in a whisper, a statement that reflects how melted his heart is for her. "I always do."
His confession —nothing new, really— gets Christia to stretch another smile at the corners of her mouth, and with a small shrug she looks him in the eye before giving him her permission.
"Go ahead. Suit yourself," she concedes without any opposition, gifting him the command for that night and allowing him to do as he pleases with her in the knowledge that it will only grant her pleasures that in her life she has only ever experienced at his side.
Eithan takes advantage of the new opportunity to kiss her again, this time savoring her with relish, sinking his fingers into the most sensitive parts of her body even over her comfortable, light clothing, pushing his own saliva into her cavity relentlessly. He sucks her tongue every so often, proclaiming territory as he eagerly sucks and rubs it against hers every so often, enticing her all the while to give herself to him in what turns out to be one of those rare times when he takes the role from above.
Christia clings to his body, enjoying the oral exchange, admitting to herself that Eithan's mouth is simply delicious, and warm and soft, with this luscious taste that mingles with her fluids and keeps mistaking them for his, going straight to her taste buds to allow her to taste that natural combination that lingers on the tip of her tongue and has never explained to herself how it is always present.
Somehow, and without breaking with the union of their commissures, Eithan manages to pull Christia into the bed, dragging her with him between several movements that make the towel that once was protecting him get completely lost and remain in total oblivion. The nakedness of his figure is only an incentive for both of them, who do not stop touching, hugging, caressing each other until their fingertips leave no place untraveled while their hearts give a turn that almost causes them a certain tachycardia.
Their lungs scream again, at least Eithan's do, and he pulls away again just to take a breath of air to help him get the oxygen he needs in his head so he can move across her cheeks, her jaw, the curve at the beginning of her neck and the rest of it.
Slowly, Christia drops onto the mattress. Her head is just under the pillow and Eithan settles better on top of her. He marks her with kisses and light bites as his hands search the edges of her robe, lifting it hastily as soon as he finds it and pulling it over her head to remove the garment that now only hinders him.
The black braid flies momentarily and Eithan combs it for a moment before giving each other a look full of complicity before Eithan looks down at the nakedness of his chest.
He breathes as best he can, suddenly shocked, his pulse on the edge of his throat and need burning in his veins as if he were about to burst into flames. He bends over her neck again, going over her dermis with wet caresses and insistent bites that do not hurt her but that provoke in her this shiver that Eithan enjoys to the fullest.
He savors her with pleasure at the same time that he is captivated by the sounds that his love lets out, audible as much as possible, influenced by the shivers that the contact provokes in her and the excitement that begins to unfold between them.
He follows his path until he reaches her collarbones and drinks in the stars that spread out in the curvature in the shape of moles, forming complete constellations that Eithan traces with his tongue until he reaches the milky way that connects her breasts. He doesn't take a single second to envelop the brown and extremely sensitive mound that hardens there in an instant, reacting to the touch of his hurried tongue, while the soldier runs along her aureole and takes care of snatching a new moan from her when the tip of his wetness is assigned the task of stimulating that part of her body.
He lingers in that area for a few moments, sliding his tongue along her right button and trapping the left one between his fingers to pinch it in the guarantee of a stimulation that makes her moan. Christia moans aloud as her lover curls into her dermis, tasting her, filling her with this tingling sensation that fills her with a vigor that has her arching her hips in search of his touch, of the masculinity that gradually hardens to his desires until he is hopelessly erect.
Eithan becomes fascinated by the way she touches him with the intention of finding him. His chest throbs as does his crotch with every beat of his unbridled heart, and he misses no opportunity to squeeze into the mouth of her slightly arched leather.
He grunts above her chest, filling his eardrums with her agitated breathing, abandoning her chest with the pain of his soul, but doing so for a good cause, for he wants to land in her glory and thus taste the delicious arrival in a heaven he doesn't think he deserves but which she still grants him with good will and the same amount of desire.
So, with long fingers and insistence that compresses her body, and with thousands of kisses that he distributes at the same time that his fingertips squeeze her flesh, Eithan begins to descend. He does so with gut-busting gusto, inching closer and closer to her lower belly, reaching the edge of her pants only to pull them down and leave her covered only in her underwear.
He catches a brief glimpse of her as Christia tenses her hips in anticipation of his actions, and his eyelids droop automatically as she reaches out to stroke his hairline, pulling it back so she can look at his face properly and give him silent permission to pull the garment down.
Nudity now abounds between them, and Eithan is quick to settle himself on the mattress, between her now spread legs, finding a space between the smoothness of her thighs and wrapping himself in them as Christia continues to stroke his hair, her breath hitching and her lips caught between her teeth to contain the passionate rapture that rules her and is reflected in the clarity of her eyes.
Eithan licks the corners of his mouth, leaves her a few kisses that he accompanies with the occasional bite and that easily taste like the cinnamon of her skin, and with a single hand he dares to pass the digits between her folds, just above her entrance, stimulating her nooks and crannies up and down until he spreads the sweet nectar that has begun to be produced since the moment their mouths connected.
Below the lashes, Eithan appreciates how Christia' head drops to the mattress at the same time as she rolls her eyes after being whipped by a new shiver. She releases her lip to let out the moan that his touch provokes, and the soldier is so enchanted by that sound that he cannot help but long desperately to hear it again, for a long time.
He wants to fill his eardrums with the song of her pleasures and be filled with the awareness that it is he who is provoking all those sonatas, that it is thanks to his touch and his efforts that she is writhing in the joy of his touch and all the love he can offer her.
He wants to be good for her, to be the best of them all, so he does not delay a second longer in putting his tongue on her, without even giving her a heads up in advance or allowing her to think about anything in general.
He runs his tongue muscle all over her from the lowest part of her juicy cleft to the top, eager to take her with everything he's got, pushing, and going over those places where sensitivity overabounds while his fingers tighten on his lover's thighs for the purpose of keeping her knees apart from the instant Christia, out of pure reflex, has intended to close them.
He would not mind being crushed between the softness of her thighs, in fact, he is almost eager for her to exert some force against him and squeeze him mercilessly.
He gives her a nip between the tide of plumped skin, and revels in the sounds she begins to produce as Eithan concentrates on the mound protruding from a swelling sponsored by his arousal. The stimulation causes her body to jerk and shudder, and Eithan hums with pleasure as he feels the tension in her muscles, squeezing her thigh a little tighter, until his fingers remain imprinted on her dermis and Christia quivers exclusively for him.
Christia moans arching her hips once more, pushing herself against her lover's mouth. She dips her fingers between his graying locks, tugging unwillingly at the strands as Eithan holds her in place, sinking her back against the mattress, forgoing any sort of consideration as soon as he begins to devour her properly, as she deserves, exploring every part of her heaven and blessing her to himself with the exquisite taste of her intimate juices.
Christia tugs on his hair again, and Eithan grunts lowly, tonguing his way back to the corner he is gone over almost now and has managed to make the dark-skin's knees tremble in position before he stretches into the air as a result of the shocks going over his spinal cord.
He smiles to himself, a little proud of his knowledge of where he should touch her to have her a mess.
"Oh, fuck. Just like that" Christia muses in a heavy moan which is followed by a halting exhale, her voice heavy with pleasure. "Gods, what a good boy, just like that, puppy," she praises over and over, using that pet name that has Eithan seeing stars and hearing angels sing in front of him.
A shiver runs through him from head to toe, a new growl goes through his throat, and he finds it impossible not to reach down to capture his own manhood between his fingers. He squeezes himself with the intention of appeasing the ardor that burns his veins, that hardens him without mercy, and turns his mouth back to caress all its splendor with the muscle of his cavity, humming with pleasure in a whisper that pierces every corner of his spirit and that somehow or other brings as a consequence that the warrior shakes once more, a thousand times is enough forever.
Christia continues her compliments unabated, as she knows Eithan is so fascinated by her. At some point, however, she becomes unable to utter the words coherently, for as the man ventures into her nooks and crannies and tastes all the delights of her adored self, the brunette becomes something quite like a mess, and what were once complete sentences are now nothing more than babbles that turn into whispers, and whispers that turn into inevitable whimpers, all provided by the way her lover takes her by the hand to touch the sky, the moon, the constellations that are watered by the immense darkness of an infinity they have come to appreciate during outdoor missions, late at night, when the sun has said goodbye and it has only been about them together with a camp and the complicity of their hearts beating in sync.
The use Eithan continues to make of his mouth is utterly magnificent, and the way he insists on squeezing her thighs to hold her as long as he can only fills him with a hunger based on his eagerness to leave her marked. Those same cravings only seem to increase when Christia gets to sobbing a few times, just as she also finds herself pushing him closer to her intimacy, to feel him deeper, as far as his spirit should not go.
She gets a moan stuck on the edge of her vocal cords and finds it impossible to stay. Likewise, she takes advantage of every second she has under her command to move her hips against her love's mouth, rub herself against his tongue in a way that is almost obscene but characteristic of her part, especially as she is swayed by all this lust that takes over her reasoning and everything that can be considered her judgment.
Her head falls like lead on the mattress for the thousandth time, as she longs for the growing sensation torturing her somewhere in her loins, in the lowest part of her groin, draining her of all her energies so that she can do nothing but ride the exquisite mouth of the man to whom she gave her heart on the day she least expected it.
Eithan, on the other hand, does nothing but hold her tight and do his best to please her.
He succeeds, that is a fact —he could never disappoint her in these matters, or in any other, to tell the truth—, and he gets to do such an exceptional job that Christia ends up complaining aloud and becoming unable to contain the outburst that wants to break her into a thousand pieces. She cums hopelessly, in an almost hallucinatory, glorious, and strong way, in a way that snatches all the air out of her and even leaves her trembling in place, while her ears buzz and her heart pounds wildly.
She jerks unconsciously and her limbs fall languidly on the bed. Eithan has the consideration to slow down the movements he still exerts with his tongue until he finally stops. However, that is not all, for Eithan sits up and settles between her legs, ecstatic, blinded by desire, hungry from his eagerness to possess her and fulfill his promise to take care of her that night as she has taken care of him so many times before.
He fills her face with kisses. His moist lips make contact with every space of her features and his heart skips a beat when he hears her humming half lost. However, he seems to keep a bit of lucidity in her, for she hooks her legs to the lowest part of his strong and broad back and pulls him to kiss him again with the same need of the beginning, to catch her mouth and let the universe take care of filling their souls with all these sensations absorbed in that pleasure they have learned to share between them.
Eithan's palms roam over the sweetness of the female body, going over that musculature that only makes her look more attractive, finding with his fingers those buttons on her breasts that beg to be touched while he feels how his love clings more to him, with blind trust, as if she knew he would give his life for her and save her from the lagoon of pleasure in which she seems to be submerging thanks to his kisses.
Eithan bites her lower lip before sucking on it immediately, almost urgently, and a heavy moan ends up going over his vocal cords as he allows himself to enter her. He pushes his hips forward, thrusting between her walls, straining the hardness of his manhood between the cotton and velvet the warrior keeps between her legs.
Christia whimpers at the intrusion, of course, but she does not have time to even formulate an opinion of how good it feels to have him inside her when Eithan is already lunging at her. He really does behave like a huge puppy when it becomes impossible for him to stay still. His pelvis initiates a back-and-forth of short, accurate thrusts that attack her again and again, while his veiny flesh is met on all those occasions, without fail, to tell the truth.
Their kisses become a mess that neither of them is able to carry, full of vulgar sounds that synchronize with each of the lunges that the long-haired man gives her in an almost rough dance, too good, the one where the music of their shared libido buzzes in her ears and they accompany them in a dance they wouldn't want to have with anyone but each other.
Suddenly, Eithan holds onto Christia's thighs almost tripping over his own leg but keeps his balance as he presses her knees to her bare, heaving chest for a fresh angle.
Christia moans instead, babbling something about how deep he now feels inside her. Eithan corroborates that fact, for he himself is able to perceive how his member slams into her with maddening depth, pounding her cervix mercilessly with each passionate thrust he keeps delivering.
The spasms that invade them now are difficult to contain, his hot breath comes out sharper and sharper and his heart beats in his throat as his lungs lock with each new blow he delivers against his beloved.
He hears her say something again —probably a new compliment — but his ears briefly lose their hearing capabilities as his eardrums buzz and his vision blurs. He senses how his lover's tight, wet walls squeeze him in a shudder, just as she has done before when she has cum.
Her fluids increase without precum, drenching him completely as with low grunts and the trembling of his body against his lover's, Eithan does and undoes as much as he wants in her, until he has not a shred of resistance left and feels his intimacy throb and widen torturously before, finally, spilling into her.
A thick moan leaves him as he thrusts his hips into her pelvis, ending that desirous dance they have been performing for as long as his blurred and considerably disturbed memory allows him to recall.
He breathes, falls defeated onto the black-haired woman´s body and lingers a moment on her chest before raising his head and seeking the clarity of her eyes.
"Was I good for you, my sunlight?" he questions in a whisper, still breathing loudly.
A smile stretches at the corners of Christia' mouth, who stretches her neck forward to kiss him at the nape of the strands and hug him tighter against her.
"Oh, the best ever, my heart," she declares with a sigh. Her legs have not stopped tingling for a second. "You were the best, as always."
And that is all it takes for Eithan to snuggle more against her and survive the night.
entonces, decidí abrir comisiones de escritura y esta vez en español porque pues, es mi idioma nativo. la información extendida está en este post en inglés, si tienen preguntas al respecto o no lo entienden siempre pueden preguntarme que con mucho gusto les responderé. sus contribuciones y apoyo significan mucho para mí, así que no duden en hacer una pregunta o un pedido si están interesados.
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star vs. the forces of evil
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the way you see me | eclipsa x globgor | m | 3k
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tokyo revengers
Ichigo Ookuma serie: “Hanagaki Takemichi lives an unsatisfying life right up until his death. Waking up 12 years in the past, he reckons with the eventual fate of his friends and tries to prevent an unfortunate future.”
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