8.6k words of zoey unfortunately having crushes on the two most oblivious women alive and all the suffering that comes with that
aka a collection of times that zoey has tried and failed to get rumi and mira to understand how badly she wants them, and one time where she finally managed to get it through to them
a/n: hi!! more fluffy fluff for y'all (once again i wrote it very quickly and did not edit #nobetawedielikerhys so please excuse any errors) today we've got baths, 'i love you's and ELRIEL IN THE TOWNHOUSE !! also featuring my love of the italicized oh. Enjoy!!
tw: fluff, mentions of sex
wc: 1,484
The best time of day was always the evening. It wasn’t because they lived in the Night Court, although Elain did find the sunsets in Velaris ten times more beautiful than the ones she had seen in the human lands. No, Elain loved the evenings because those were the times that she got to just be with Azriel.
Feyre and Rhys had gifted them the Townhouse when Elain and Azriel had announced they were moving in together a few weeks ago, and in the time since, the couple had fallen into a new routine. They both woke up early, got ready in comfortable silence as Elain turned on quiet music on her Symphonia, and then make tea together and drank it in the garden when it was nice out and in the kitchen when it wasn’t. Az went to check on his spies as El made sure all of her gardens were doing well. Their work loads varied by day, so sometimes they’d eat lunch together, or spend time in the afternoons making the Townhouse their home.
But in the evenings, they’d go out for dinner, or sit together and read, or talk about things more important than the day-to-day small talk, and more often than not, each night ended with them in bed together, Elain screaming Azriel’s name as he made her come.
She was becoming more and more comfortable with the knowledge that others knew he shared her bed, even if their connection went deeper than just lust. She was simply becoming more comfortable with the fact that she knew he shared her bed. A young woman in the human lands would almost never take a lover when she wasn’t at the very least engaged, much less have the world know about it.
Alas, this wasn’t the human lands. And Elain found that she liked knowing that every female that dared to look twice at Az could scent her on him. Could know that he was claimed. Liked the power that came with the knowledge.
But her favorite part of the evenings wasn’t even their ongoing exploration of her newfound sexuality. No, it was the time that came after. The time in which they were comfortable enough with each other to simply lay, tucked together, their breathing evening out. She loved feeling his body pressed up against hers, loved the evidence that the life they were building together was real. That he was real.
And tonight, she was even more excited for that time spent with him. Because today, Azriel had just gotten back from a mission, so that made the evening all the more special, even after a separation as short as a few days.
She heard him before she could see him, the wingbeats booming through the air. She heard him land and moved towards the front hallway as the gate squeaked open before he came in the front door.
And there he was. Even now, after they’d agreed to try out this relationship between them, she sometimes couldn’t believe how beautiful Azriel was.
His eyes met hers, and his mouth quirked up in a half grin, a bit of his secret dimples showing. “Hi,” he breathed, seeming to relax more and more as he absorbed the feeling of being in the same room as her. His shadows skittered back leaving him cast entirely in the faelights hanging from the ceiling.
“Hi,” she said back, and then he was moving, leaning down to wrap his arms around her waist as her own came up to circle his neck. They both had to stretch to hug like this, Elain on her toes and Az bending at the waist.
He turned his face into her hair, breathing her in. “I love being able to come home to you like this.”
Elain hummed her agreement, pressing her forehead to his. “Are you hungry?”
He shook his head. “No. I left the Summer Court just a little while ago, and I ate there. Honestly, I’m exhausted. I just want to lay down and sleep for a week. And to hold you. I want to hold you.” He tugged her closer. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too. It was strange trying to sleep alone after so many weeks with you with me,” Elain confessed. Az left go of her, catching her hand before moving towards the stairs, pulling her gently after him.
“I should bathe before I get into bed. Come with me?” his eyes held hers, a second question hiding inside the first. He knew how uncomfortable bathing made her after she was turned, knew that it was a process to become reacclimated with water like that. But this was why she chose him. He wasn’t going to coddle her, and they both knew she could take a bath without triggering a flashback. This was just to prove to herself, like she did every day, that even if she felt uncomfortable, Elain would get in the tub anyway, until eventually she didn’t feel uncomfortable anymore.
She nodded, and followed him into their room and then into the bathroom connected to it. He shucked off his leathers first and Elain only let herself look for a minute before turning her attention to her own clothing. Quicker than she could blink, Azriel was behind her, undoing the buttons himself after scooping her hair over one shoulder for better access. He brushed a kiss on the side of her neck once he was finished and she met his eyes in the mirror, letting him know it was okay for him to let the garment drop.
His eyes traced her figure in the mirror and Elain blushed. He’d seen her bare before, but every time she undressed in front of him, he seemed to need a moment to collect himself, to remind himself that she was real. Elain pushed up on her toes and pressed a kiss to his shoulder before moving past him and starting the bath.
Azriel got in first, and then pulled Elain to sit in between his legs once she got in the tub, too. His arms banded around her middle and a final weight seemed to lift off his shoulders once he got her in his arms, skin pressed to skin. They sat in contented silence for a while, the only sound the movement of the water around their bodies and their breath. Az rested his chin on Elain’s shoulder, and she leaned back into his chest. And then so softly she could barely hear it, he whispered “I love you,” into her hair.
The weight of his confession clutched her like a vice. It’s not that she didn’t want him to love her, it’s just that he–he couldn’t. He couldn’t love her. Not yet. They’d only been together a couple months, living together for a couple weeks. She didn’t love him yet. She cared for him, of course. Deeply. As much more than a friend, as their nightly activities would show. She worried for him more than Nesta did Cassian while they were away. Missed him like the other half of herself while he was gone. Loved nothing more than these quiet moments spent together, just the two of them, with no one else around, and—oh. Oh, she did love him.
But the first thing that squeaked out of her mouth was “Really?”
She felt him tense behind her and raced to finish the thought. “No, Az, I love you, too. I love you so much,” she said, tipping her head back to look up at him, clutching his hands to her middle. “I just…didn’t really realize that I did until right now?”
His breath wooshed out of him. He buried his head further into her neck. She could feel his smile, and she smiled, too. “Cauldron, you have no idea how worried I was that you weren’t going to say it back. I’ve known since we said we were going to try this–that’s a lie, I’ve known since you gave me headache powder on Solstice, but I was trying to wait for the right moment to say it, and then I was worried what you would say back, but then I thought that I was being stupid because I knew you at least had feelings for me, but then–”
Elain cut him off with a kiss. She turned in the water so she can straddle him, and kissed him and kissed him, and kissed him. Eventually, they’re both smiling so much, whispering “I love you” in between kisses so that they can’t kiss anymore. “Take me to bed, Az,” Elain told him, and he stood, lifting her without effort before moving into their room and placing her down on the bed. This time, the sex is different. This time, it is as good as it has always been, but they love each other, and somehow that makes all the difference.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
PARING: Leia Organa/Han Solo
RATING: E
SUMMARY: “You’re so beautiful,” Leia whispered as she crawled the fingers down the hollow of Han’s throat, “not that you weren’t always beautiful but this…is a good look for you.”
WARNINGS: Bondage, Kink
NOTES: In my last fic "getting aquainted" I wrote a little tidbit in the story that kinda gave me a great mental image so I had to write it out (that and we need more depraved Hanleia Smut). Low and Behold this fic was born.
Additional Tags: Self-Insert, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Drunk Sex
Words: 4456
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It was a blur, really. A messy night of open-mouthed kisses and desperate touches between two hopeless singles. His mouth had found the soft skin of your neck, sucking, biting, bruising the beautiful canvas with his own work of art. Your back had arched up off his bed, thighs trembling as strong hands caressed your supple curves. Even drunk he had you wrapped around his finger, flushing furiously as his hot breath fanned against your ear. You knew it was a mistake—knew that it was just a drunken fling, but the way he held you, the way he whispered those sweet nothings as if it were only the two of you left in the world… it made your heart flutter.
And that’s why, when the first rays of light disrupted your sleep, you knew you had to leave. The light that filtered through the thin curtain made your head throb- made you want to groan and grumble in annoyance, but that would stir Raihan.
Raihan.
Ah.
You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and blinked.
Morning blurs were the worst...
From your right came a quiet grumble, the Dragon Tamer clearly disturbed by your efforts of reaching over to grab your glasses from the bedside table. You bit your lip once his very strong (and very naked) arm tightened around your waist.
The way the sun poured through from your left, highlighting his beautiful, brown complexion… It made your heart flutter. It reminded you of why you had to leave. And that’s why you did. With no note, no goodbye, and no apology, you left.
Raihan was your best friend--he had always been your best friend. Ever since you were children you had been inseparable; wherever one was, the other wouldn’t be too far. You both followed very strict rules. Very strict rules imposed by a certain dragon gym leader. You were best friends and that was it. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you, of accidentally breaking your heart and having you leave him forever.
“I mean, it’s not like you even like me, so it’s not too much to ask, yeah?”
The way he smiled that day almost knocked the wind from your lungs. How could he be so dense? You weren’t sure if you wanted to yell or cry or both. So instead, you smiled and gave him a sharp nudge of the elbow to his ribcage.
“Of course I don’t like you, idiot.”
You rushed down the brick pathway of Hammerlocke, praying that you could just make it back home without too much disturbance. Thankfully, it seemed as if your author was kind and you returned home to have a brisk shower. You grimace at the constellation of reds and purple that litter your chest, neck, thighs, shit!
“Good job, Dragon tamer,” you growl before drying yourself off and changing into your uniform.
There’s a shaky sigh as you pull on your lab coat, noticing the way the red blemishes (along with the very prominent bite marks) are still visible above your collar. Tapping your foot repeatedly, you let out another heavy huff, removing your glasses for a moment.
“Stupid idiot,” you mumble again, voice quiet, shaky. You rub your temples, fingers trembling slightly. “You ruin everything. Every single damn time!” Whether your words were directed at Raihan or yourself, you don’t quite know… but the burn in your chest doesn’t ease up at all.
The memories of last night ache your head as you stroll into the research facility, scarf around your neck, eyes fixated on the floor as you make your way to your desk.
“Heya~ Well don’t you just look beautiful~” Sonia is laughing as she approaches your desk, twirling some of her ginger hair. “I didn’t think you’d really get that drunk! You almost outdrank me!”
You grimace at the thought, adjusting your glasses.
“Y-Yeah… It was pretty wild, I guess.”
“Hm… and you disappeared sometime after Raihan left, too!” Sonia is pouting and you can feel the anxiety swelling in the pit of your throat. “Did you both get home oka-”
“Delivery!”
Thanking the heavens above, you shout suddenly, “I’ll get it!” Before leaving your desk. You sign for the package and ignore the chuckling comments made about your scarf in the summer heat. You just smile and bid them a safe journey before closing the doors.
Staring down at the box in your hands, you worry your lower lip, teeth anxiously raking at the soft skin. You could avoid talking about it, but you couldn’t avoid the way you felt about it. Your stomach was shallow and your chest felt . . . weird. You couldn’t describe it. But knowing that the friendship between you and Raihan had been destroyed in one night… It felt like a cold cavity.
The scarf helped.
It helped more than that delivery man knew.
It’s lunchtime when you first check your phone. You were anxious, terrified of seeing a message from Raihan, but there was nothing. You stared at the screen in disbelief for a few short moments.
“You expecting a call?” Sonia suddenly asks, leaning over your shoulder and peaking at your phone screen.
“S-Sonia!” You yelp, clutching your phone to your phone and looking up at the ginger.
“What? It was just a simple question, y’know~ if you need to go make a call to a certain someone I totally get it!” She fixes your scarf with a small smile before offering a rather sympathetic smile. “But I hope you’re okay… You seem really…” She trails off and drags a chair over to sit beside you, sighing. “You seem out of it. Like, normally I wouldn’t press this kind of thing, because I know it makes you nervous, but it’s affecting your work and…”
“I’m fine.” You manage out, interrupting her second trailing sentence. She searches your eyes, a gentle hand now resting on your knee. Then she nods.
“Alrighty then!” Sonia gives you a firm rub to the shoulder before leaving some documents.
When she leaves, you sigh, leaning back into your chair. There’s a faint wince from the dull ache in your hips, head hanging over the back of the chair.
This was going to suck.
Bad.
The day is long and drawn out and by the end of it you’re certain you’re going to pass out. You can’t quite pinpoint when you actually fell asleep last night, but it must’ve been late considering the daze that seems to be clouding your head. Reaching for a Poke-ball from your bag, you falter for a moment. You notice one rotom phone in amongst your keys, but then you find a second… and it’s Raihan’s.
“C’mon!” Raihan laughs into your ear. Your cheeks are burning by this stage. Hell, with the way his hands hold your hips and his lips caress the shell of your ear, you’re certain that the heat you’re exuding could cook any curry. “Let’s dance, babe! It’s one night~ C’mon! Put my phone in your bag and let’s dance~”
The memory hits you like a truck -- so hard that you’ve had to crouch. A poke ball rolls out of your opened bag and out pops a familiar little Leafeon. She hums softly, curiously, waddling over to nuzzle against your thigh.
“Lea? Leafeon?” She purrs, her two little paws resting on your knee as she leans up and nudges her nose against the backs of your hands. Your fingers part and you meet her caramel eyes, earning and excited squeak from the eeveelution. She presses her nose to your cheek, and you sigh shakily.
You have to pull it together.
And that’s exactly why you did the only thing that you knew you could do in this situation; you called Leon.
“Heya! How’s it going, mate?” Leon’s voice is somewhat strained as he speaks, words hurried.
“Uh, hey Lee. I wanted to--” You can hear muffled voices in the background as you talk. You frown. “Ask you a favour… Could I drop something off to you?”
“I-I have to go. Can you tell Raihan that Sonia will have his phone? Thanks.”
You hang up.
Leafeon purrs sadly, her head pressing to the shaking of your palm. She licks it gently before nudging at your leg.
You had to take the phone to Sonia.
All you wanted to do was disappear.
And that’s what you did.
Without explanation, you shoved Raihan’s phone into Sonia’s hands and took off to the Wild Area.
“You’ll--You’ll regret this,” you whisper, breathless. “Raihan.. Ha…”
“I could never regret making love to you,” he countered quietly, larger hands holding your thighs, your legs over his shoulders as he kissed up to your throbbing warmth. “Never, Y/N.”
His mouth is hot against you, tongue lapping up the sopping wetness of your nether regions. The way he curls his tongue inside of you would have, on normal circumstances, remindws you that this isn’t his first rodeo, and, on normal circumstances, that would have you refusing any sort of affection let alone sex… but with the aid of a little alcohol, you didn’t care. You wanted to hold Raihan, to let him touch you, to use you, to love you… even if it was only for one night.
You wanted to love him, even if it was a drunken mistake on his behalf.
Pushing back the vines of your secret little area, you sigh shakily. Along the way you had released Bewear from her friend ball; she had let you rest on her back, taking you back to the little place most of your Pokemon knew you loved. You give her a warm squeeze before dropping back down to your feet.
It’s a clearing decorated with beautiful wild flowers, shrubs, lit by nothing by the moon and the little lights that litter the night sky. Your hands are shaky as you pitch your tent, Beware and Leafeon both try their best to help you, sensing that something is off. Once the tent is done, you smile your thanks, give them one final embrace, and return the pair back to their respective Poke-balls. You tuck both away into your satchel and sigh. Tonight, you decide to go to bed without dinner, and without checking your phone. And instead, you grab your dragon jacket -- the one matching to Raihan’s -- and curl into it.
You don’t recall how long the cries racked your body for, but somewhere along the way your silent sobs ceased, and exhaustion won.
You were gone for almost a week. On the first absence from work Sonia had called you, on the third day with no word it was Leon who called you, and on the seventh day…
Well, when you woke up, it wasn’t morning, nor were you alone. Considering your world was blurred from the lack of glasses, all you could see was the outline of a giant, black shadow moving outside your tent. Your eyes widened when you heard the twig snap. Battling was not your speciality. You see, you never wanted to be champion, that was always Raihan’s dream. You were happy to live a contented life amongst your Pokémon and work for Sonia as her assistant until Hop was old enough to train…
So, to put it simply, you were completely
and utterly
fucked
right now--
especially if that thing intended on fighting you.
You reach for your glasses first, grabbing your ladle second. Like hell you’d put your Pokémon in danger. You’re shaking profusely as you quietly raise to your feet, eyes burning, stinging, wet. As you approach the entrance of your tent, you hear a hushed profanity leave the beast outside. You pause instantly, brows knitting together.
“Fuckin’ sticks,” comes the growl.
That’s when you launch yourself out of the tent, aiming high with your ladle and throwing it at the offender.
“O-Oi! Y/N, Y/N! It’s me! It’s--” Raihan’s standing there, hands raised defensively, eyes flicking between you and the murder weapon. He blinks incredulously. “Is that-- …Is that a ladle?”
“Yes it’s a ladle. Mind your business. More importantly, why are you here at goodness knows what time, you moron?! You’re--that’s so inconsiderate of you! I seriously thought I was going to die, you stupid, big, dragon, moro--” Your words are cut off when two strong arms envelope you into the tightest, warmest hug you have ever received.
“I know.. I know. I’m sorry, Y/N.”
Your arms lay limp by your sides, eyes staring up at the full moon. Ah. It’s beginning to blur for you now.
“Stop it,” you whisper, voice feeble. “I don’t want this. I don’t want you doing this…”
“I have to apologise, Y/N.”
He clutches you tighter, his face buried in the warmth of your hair.
“No you don’t. If you apologise, then you will end up apologising for what happened--for being drunk. You’ll say it was a mistake and you never wan--”
Again, your words are cut off, but this time it’s by a warm pair of lips occupying your own. Your eyes are wide, tears glistening in the light of the moon.
Your hands come to his chest and you push him back.
“S-Stop that,” You wipe your mouth on the back of your hands, looking away. “Go away, Raihan. You’re-- You’re making things worse.”
Raihan grabs your wrists so gently… they’re almost completely different to the ones you felt the other night.
“Do you really want me to go away, Y/N…?” His voice is quieter than usual -- all his usual confidence seemingly extinguished. You feel the way his lips press tenderly against each of your fingers. It makes thinking hard.
“You’re…” By now you’re looking down, embarrassed, flustered… “You’re the one who made the rules… It was never me. I never wanted them but you’re too stupid to realise that I’ve been-” You cut yourself off from pouring out anymore unnecessary information. Your eyes are wet again. Snatching your hands away from the dragon gym leader, you turn your back to him and move away. “This is your fault and here I am, trying to fix your mess again…” You rub at the back of your neck, sighing shakily. You take your glasses off and rub at your eyes profusely, angrily, shoulders trembling.
“Y/N…” Raihan’s voice is so small as he moves to stand behind you. “It was shit what I did-”
“It was.”
“And I’m shit-”
“You are.” You sniff and there’s silence.
“But please don’t send me away, Y/N. I know I made those stupid rules. I was scared. I know that sounds stupid, but we were so young, and I was already so into you…” You can feel his fingertips gingerly reaching to touch you but pulling back just before he can complete the contact. “That night wasn’t a mistake at all. You’re not a mistake, Y/N. I’m pissed off that I took advantage of you while you were drunk… While we were both drunk… and for that—man… you’ll never get how sorry I am.” The crack in his voice makes you flinch.
Hesitantly, your fingers meet, yours curling around his, faces still downcast. You hear the breath of relief, followed by the forehead dropping onto your shoulder. His free arm wraps slowly, cautiously, around your waist, drawing you back into him. His face is wet in the crook of your neck and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from crying again.
Instead, you turn around in his arms and bury yourself into his chest, his arms caging you between them and the warmth of his body. Your hands move up the outlines of his tensing shoulder muscles, fingers curling into the back of his shirt.
“I thought the promises would stop me losing you,” he murmured. “But instead they just fucked things up even more, huh?” His hand goes to the back of your hair, fingers entangling in the back of your feathery strands of hair.
The embrace you share under the moon lasts forever. Your body slots perfectly against Raihan’s larger frame. You feel so exhausted, yet so content, so secure, you never knew this state was possible.
“Y/N,” Raihan whispers quietly, fingers threading through your hair. You look up and his hands move to cradle your flushed cheeks, thumbs smoothing over the dampened, burning skin. His eyes search yours, his brows knitted, silently asking and searching for your answer.
When your lashes flutter shut and you tilt your head up, he leans down slowly, taking his time to press your lips together; to relish in suppleness, in the way they fit together perfectly, his slightly thicker than yours, but as gentle as ever. The kiss is slow and patient, easing your anxious heart and near on leaving you breathless. You were never good at the whole kissing thing, never knowing where to put your hands, when to breathe—do you breathe while kissing?
Embarrassed, you pull away, turning your face in an attempt of hiding the way the moon highlights your burning cheeks.
“What’s wrong? Did I go too fast?” You shake your head, leaning into his palm.
“I… don’t know how to do that kinda stuff, y’know? The other night… You and I, well…”
Raihan’s expression was unreadable for a moment before he slowly took your hand in his, staring down into your eyes.
“I can teach you if you want,” he whispers softly, squeezing your hand. “I know I don’t deserve it… but I don’t want to be just the best friend, Y/N. If you don’t want me, I’ll respect that, and I’ll walk away right now… but if you’ll have me then I guess I’m asking…”
“S-Stop being so… Sh-Sheesh… You’re so not that cocky little brat of a gym leader I know…” You peek up at him over your glasses and offer a sheepish grin. His eyes blink wide, almost like an excited puppy, and he tackles you into a bone-crushing hug.
You’re about to protest when suddenly his lips are on yours, and just like the other night, you’re melting into the warmth of the Dragon Tamer. Skilled hands find your hips and slowly guide you back into the tent. There’s a small ting, a low groan, and a muffled laugh when you step into the shelter. Raihan breaks the kiss to rub his injured head, laughing along with you.
Taking your hands, Raihan leads you back to the cot, slowly reclining you back onto the softer surface. He hovers above you, leaning on his arm, one knee between your thigh whilst the other rests against you. He searches your eyes for any sign of hesitation or reluctance but finds none. It’s then that he leans down and recaptures your lips once more, observing the way your eyes flutter shut and your cheeks instantly warm. With his right hand, he caresses your thigh, squeezing it, and earning a quiet gasp from you.
Raihan takes the opportunity to slowly lick into your mouth, his tongue sliding over and around yours, eliciting wet, obscene noises that make your face burn even hotter. He figures you must be nervous with the way you cling to him, your arms laced around his shoulders tightly, lips shyly parted. Though it’s when he sucks on your tongue that you find yourself whining.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers against your swelling lips. When your eyes open, you noticed how his are glazed over with a look you’ve never seen before – his eyes half lidded and seemingly…lustful. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N. Can I take photos? Just for us, y’know?”
“H-Haa?! But--? It—Dammit, Raihan. If those photos leak—if even one soul sees—I will end yo—”
You’re cut off with another cheeky kiss, the younger boy laughing into your mouth. He pulls back and smiles at you once more before setting up his Rotom.
“Like hell I’d let anybody else see you like this, babe,” The Rotom flies into the air as Raihan shoots you an almost animalistic smirk. “You’re mine now, Princess. And only I’m gonna be usin’ those photos.”
Raihan finds himself kissing up your bare thighs after having slowly dragged your underwear off and away, desperate to have his head between your thighs again. You gasp when you feel his two fingers pry your lips apart, his tongue taking its time to roll over and around your clit. Your back arches up off the bed at the contact, thighs trembling either side of his head. Your hands scramble to find his hair, breath quickening as his tongue flicks and his lips suck at the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Ra—Rai.. Shit—Ha, Raihan..” His name seems to be the only thing (other than profanities) that you seem to know. You buck your hips desperately into the other’s mouth, tugging on his hair and earning another low groan from the man.
“Now, now,” he mumbles against your heat, looking up at you from between your thighs. His gaze is lazy, seductive. He’s smirking at you, tongue slowly sliding along your clit, barely touching the wetness. “Be a good girl.” He instructs firmly, pushing your hips down.
You writhe beneath his strong hold as his mouth continues to abuse your sensitive regions, completely unrelenting in the way he sucks at your clit, teeth occasionally nibbling at the bud. It’s then that you feel a familiar pressure building within your abdomen, curling like a coil that’s about to snap at any given moment. You try to warn Raihan, you do. You tug at his hair, choking out incoherent sobs of his name, trying to pull him off… but of course Raihan doesn’t give in. In fact, he pries his forefinger between your sodden, velvety walls and presses upwards, stroking along the upper roof of your sex.
That’s the final straw. It’s all too much to think about: his tongue, his teeth, his finger—
Before too long you’re coming with a loud cry, back arching up off the bed as he continues to thrust his finger inside of you, tongue mercilessly lapping at your throbbing clit. Your body convulses and shakes atop the cot, fingers tugging harshly at Raihan’s now matted black hair. You continue to cry his name as he licks you out, even replacing his finger with his tongue, groaning as he licks you clean.
You feebly push at his head, whimpering and twitching in the afterglow of your orgasm.
“Too… Too much—sensitive… No more, Rai.” He looks up at you from between your thighs, expression rather adorable. You pant through a smile, allowing a small laugh to pass. “How can you look so cute after doing something so lewd…?”
“Lewd? I don’t think making love is lewd!” He inches up your body, kissing over old marks that barely present themselves. “I’d do anything you asked me, babe.” You smile as he kisses you once again, but soon frown.
“But you haven’t…”
“It’s okay. I’m not really prepared, anyway. I don’t have any condoms.”
You nod slowly. You trace your fingers over his naked chest before looking back up to meet the gaze of the Dragon Tamer.
“Can I touch you?”
He blinks a few moments, seeming as If he has short circuited, but quickly nods. “Y-Yeah, yeah. Babe, that would be—shit, that’d be really good… D’you want me to show you?” At your nod, he takes your hand. “Do you have any oil around here? It’ll make it easier.”
You ponder over the question for a moment before reaching over into your bag and fishing out a small container of rose oil.
“Alright, sick. I’m gonna pour some in your hand, yeah? It’ll make it easier for you.” You nod, watching as he pours said oil into the palm of your hand. He observes your expression as he slowly shimmies himself out of his boxer shorts, snickering when your eyes widen. He kisses your forehead for a few lingering moments before taking your hand in his and guiding your hand to the base of his thick shaft. Raihan’s thick lashes fall shut once your soft hand touches his proud cock. He can’t stop the involuntary twitch of his hips.
You blink in disbelief, watching the way his face contorts as your hands slowly move along his pulsating cock. It’s quite hot, you note—the temperature of his… it makes you blush. Seeing him so pliant under your touch like this… it gives you a surge of courage – of boldness. You lean up and press soft kisses to the younger’s neck, following the twisting motion of his hand.
“Shit, Y/N,” he breathes, shakily. He thrusts into your hand when you near his tip. You notice the faint tremble of his hips. Your hand hesitantly moves to the other’s tip, squeezing the sensitive head, experimentally touching him. “F-Fucking—shit, Y/N. Keep that up and I’ll cum, babe.”
That’s the plan, dummy.
You snicker to yourself as his hand guides you up and down the entirety of his cock, twisting and squeezing in different positions, each stroke edging Raihan closer and closer to the edge.
“Y/N—Don’t stop. Fuck, please. ‘M gonna cum, baby. Fuck—just like that—” Raihan becomes increasingly vocal as your thumb swirls across the leaking slit of his dick, your free hand pumping the lubricated shaft of the other. “Y/N, fuck—coming!”
And with that final shout, creamy cum coils from the violently red slit of Raihan’s cock. He grits his teeth, body stiffening for a brief moment before he fucks your hand, head falling back as he rides the euphoria.
“You look cute like this,” Comes your sudden murmur, watching his hips buck into your hand before he slowly guides your hand to his own. He laces your fingers and smiles tiredly.
“You think?” he whispers, leaning down to nudge his nose against your temple. “Guess we’ll have to do it more often so you can see that cute expression of mine, huh~?”
Your face flushes ten times over at the comment, curling into his chest and hiding away (despite the uncomfortable stickiness now between you both). He chuckles loudly at your reaction, fingers tracing along your back as he kisses your head.
“So… this means we’re a couple now, yeah?” he asks after a few moments of silence. You’re slow in answering, but when you do, you look with a tired grin and nod. “Good. Because now I’m definitely never letting you go, babe.”
very much so on that kpdh grind atm (i did not move away from this fic for the entire day)
14k words worth of rumi being touch-starved, self-isolating, and Deeply Concerning. 5+1 fic with a happy ending and some much-needed and well-deserved fluff at the end!! :D
14k (for now) words of rumira rivals to loves, both of them being Insanely Pathetic and having deeply strange homoerotic tension the entire time, and a lot of them bickering and bantering back and forth!
currently working on a fic that was MEANT to be a fun break fic for me but has now turned into Its Own Thing which i should have expected
slight au where the honmoon specifically chooses rumi as its first new hunter post sunlight sisters. it happens INSANELY early (earlier than both celine and miyeong have ever seen or heard of) and it happens entirely because rumi is a half-demon
half-demons in this au are ticking timebombs. they're plagued with death rather than guilt in shame; they slowly decay the world around them before decaying from the inside out. half-demons don't typically live past their forties or fifties if they're lucky, and they only ever get that old if they're guided by another half-demon who can help them out a bit
the honmoon has always loved rumi to death and sees this happening to her, so it immediately forges a bond with her, elevating her to hunter status. this doesn't get rid of her patterns or even her tie to death, but it does give her the one thing it can:
time
rumi being a hunter means death is staved off of her, for now. the goalpost suddenly shifts from "find the three new hunters and seal the honmoon until the next three arrive" and goes to "THIS BABY IS ON A TIME CRUNCH AND IF THE HONMOON ISN'T SEALED SHE WILL DIE AND THERE'S A GOOD CHANCE EVERYONE ELSE AROUND HER WILL ALSO DIE" (how much of that is true? who knows! celine has literally never had to deal with this before and there have never been any other half-demon hunters! she's kind of just guessing and Doomspiraling)
rumi in this au is way more mentally ill BAHAHA she's trained to be perfect not only to seal the honmoon, but to quite literally keep herself alive + keep the people around her alive. her goal isn't just to get rid of her patterns, but to make sure that she doesn't accidentally kill the world or kill her best friends like she's been told she might end up doing all her life
i have an insane amount planned for this au but i want to actually write it down instead of sharing all the secrets so....introductory post to the preybirds au <3
