✶⋆.˚ "you can be player two" gamer!ruhn x f!reader
Synopsis: you've been living with the frat pack for a while now, and ruhn's constant gaming keeps you up all night. one night, you decide you've finally had enough and go to his bedroom to cuss him out, but find yourself in an unexpected situation...
Warnings: f!receiving, overstimulation, slight degradation and dirty talk
Word Count: 2,473
A/N: first ruhn smut YAYYY i love him so bad <3 this one's a bit more tame on the dirty talk, but i hope y'all still enjoy!
Under dire circumstances, you had to move in with the Frat Pack. It’s been two weeks, and Ruhn’s constant, loud gaming made you almost prefer the dire circumstances instead.
Ruhn spends hours gaming, and doesn’t quit until five in the morning, leaving you with hardly any sleep seeing as your bedrooms share a wall.
Tonight, you were in a particularly horny mood and just wanted to turn on your vibrator and relax, but the loud string of profanities coming from Ruhn every other minute was leaving you the exact opposite of that.
Every time you’d build up to an orgasm, a ‘FUCK YOU BRO!’ from next door would completely kill the mood.
You flung yourself out of bed, made a hard right, and pushed Ruhn’s door open without knocking.
“Ruhn seriously?! Shut the fuck up! I haven’t slept a single night since I’ve been here! Have some fucking respect for other people! You’re so fucking immature!”
Ruhn was killed early this round meaning he could turn and give you his full attention, which was on the vibrator you forgot you still held in your hand.
“Well, Solas sweetheart, if you need to cum so bad you can just say that.”
Your cheeks turned red.
“Fuck you Ruhn.”
“Seems like you want to.”
“What?!”
“Come on sweetheart, you show up at my bedroom door this late at night knowing the other housemates aren’t home, and you have a vibrator in your hand? Enough with the theatrics, just ask me already.”
“First, stop calling me sweetheart. Second, the only thing I’m asking you is to shut. the fuck. up.”
You couldn’t believe Ruhn would accuse you of wanting to sleep with him. Although, if you were honest, you totally wanted to sleep with him.
The only reasons you hadn’t made a move yet were because:
His gaming truly is annoying as fuck and turns you off the idea.
You were scared of ruining the housemate dynamic. You know, there’s usually a ‘No Sleeping with Your Housemates of the Opposite Sex’ rule, so you didn’t wanna cross any boundaries.
But, if Ruhn was offering…maybe that meant there was no rule…
“If you can beat me at one round of Ring of Soldiers, you won’t hear a word out of me again.”
You started walking towards where he was sitting on the edge of his bed, facing his flat screen TV, controller in his big, tattooed hands.
You vaguely remembered something he once said about not bothering with gaming chairs anymore because Ithan would always wolf out when he lost and break them.
You sat on his bed, keeping a modest distance between you two.
“That’s a boring incentive for beating you.”
“Fine. Beat me, and I’ll finally let you cum.”
You furrowed your eyebrows at him.
“Sorry,” he started, “I can smell how wet you get from in here. These walls are pretty thin, but I think you know that.” He winked at you.
This asshole. This asshole knew the whole time.
“You were being loud on purpose weren’t you you dick?”
“Sorry,” he said again, “I guess I have a thing for edging females.”
You were so pissed at him, but you were equally as turned on. It was no secret that Ruhn was great in bed, but more specifically, you’d heard great reviews on what he could do with that pierced tongue…
“Fine,” you said, “if I beat you, I get to shut you up by sitting on your face.”
He met your gaze and you swore his hips twitched a little bit.
He maintained eye contact and his sharp blue eyes had you in such a trance that you flinched a little when he handed you the controller you didn’t notice him grab.
“You can be player two,” he drawled.
You looked down and took the controller from him, then turned and faced the TV.
“Alright,” you said, “let’s play.”
“Hold on, we never agreed on what happens if you lose.”
“Fine. If I lose, I won’t complain about the noise again.” Lie. You’d complain for the rest of your life if you had to. You were stubborn like that, and petty. Apparently Ruhn knew that too.
“Liar. You’ll complain about the noise for the rest of your life.”
You tried to turn your face to hide the fact that you were blushing. You took a few seconds to compose yourself.
“Then what do you want, Ruhn?”
“If I win, I get to edge you for a whole extra hour before I let you cum.”
So, torture. He wanted to torture you.
Luckily, Ruhn has no idea you’ve been playing Ring of Soldiers for seven years. You started when you met your dorm-mate in college who was a huge gamer.
You had a big feeling you’d finally get your release and relaxation.
“Deal.”
Much to Ruhn’s shock–but not yours–you won.
His eyes were wide and frozen on the screen. You looked at him, smirking.
“You’re such a little liar you know that?”
You only batted your lashes in response.
“Who taught you how to play?”
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”
Ruhn couldn’t help but slowly smile, then, laugh? He was really laughing.
“What?”
“I just didn’t think you had it in you.”
“You didn’t think a female could beat you at a video game? How shallow, Ruhn.”
He rolled his gorgeous eyes.
“You know that’s not what I meant.”
“I know,” you giggled.
A beat of silence passed before Ruhn moved back onto his bed and held his hand out to you.
“A deal’s a deal,” he said.
You took his hand and let him pull you into him.
“I really like you, you know. I think that’s why I’m so weird around you,” he said.
You smiled, “I like you too Ruhn. Your gaming makes me wanna kill you sometimes, but it’s a lot more tolerable if I get to cum every once in a while.”
You both laughed. Ruhn put a hand in your hair and pulled you into him. You parted your lips for what you thought was a kiss incoming, but he halted millimeters from your warm mouth.
“I’m not gonna kiss you until you’ve cum on my lips, understand?”
Your panties were still damp from your short-lived masturbation session earlier, and Ruhn was wetting them all over again with his whispers. You nodded at him.
Ruhn pulled back and peeled his shirt off, leaving his gorgeous tattooed body at your fingertips. He was so lean and beautiful.
He tugged at the hem of your shirt which pulled your attention away from his body and back up to his eyes.
He was waiting for your confirmation to undress you. You nodded again, and he smiled and peeled your shirt over your head, leaving your breasts exposed.
“No bra?”
“Why would I wear a bra at home?”
“Why would you wear a bra ever when your boobs look like that,” he was practically drooling over them.
You grabbed his big hands and placed them right atop your breasts, each one fitting perfectly in his palm.
He groaned and bucked his hips a little as he squeezed and pulled at your nipples, earning a moan from you.
“I want to taste you now,” he said, and started taking off his pants, so you followed suit and wiggled out of your pajama pants.
“Panties too, I don’t care to waste time teasing you, I want you on my tongue right now.”
You could literally feel the slickness drip down your thigh, and Ruhn could definitely smell it because he growled deep and low.
You flung your panties off as quickly as your fae body allowed, and the moment the fabric was off, Ruhn tugged you onto his face by the waist and immediately began licking.
He moaned against your pussy as he licked long, fast swipes of his pierced tongue up and down it.
“Fuck, fuck Ruhn,” you moaned out and grabbed his headboard for support.
He laid his tongue flat against your cunt and gripped your thighs tightly, moving you up and down his tongue. The pressure from his piercing swiping against your clit perfectly every time.
“Ruhn, fuck, that’s so good,” you breathed out.
“You like that?” He stopped, looking up at you.
You gripped his head and pushed his mouth back onto you, not wanting to wait a second longer for your release.
Ruhn laughed against your pussy which added to the immense pleasure he was already giving you.
He moved his hands to your ass, squeezing and slapping and kneading as his tongue kept sucking and licking you exactly how you needed.
“Ruhn I’m gonna cum,” you drawled out.
He hummed against your clit and wrapped his toned arms around your thighs again, then he suctioned his lips on your clit and sucked as hard as he could, flicking his tongue over it quickly in between sucks.
You threw your head back and tangled your hands in his long black hair as you came on his tongue.
Whether the stars you were seeing were from your orgasm or from Ruhn’s body, you couldn’t tell.
He held you firmly in place as you rode out your orgasm on his tongue, then, without loosening his grip, he flipped you over so you were laying on your back and he was in between your legs, tongue still working on your pussy.
“Ruhn, f-fuck, please,” you moaned at the overstimulation.
He removed his lips and replaced them with his thumb, rubbing soft circles on your clit.
“Sorry princess, I just thought I’d make up for all the edging I put you through earlier,” he smirked at you, and you smirked back, loving that nickname way more than ‘sweetheart.’
He reached to the side of the bed and grabbed your light blue vibrator.
“Did you have my eyes in mind when you bought this thing?” The cocky little fae Prince asked.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes.
“You wish, Ruhn.”
“Still acting like you can’t stand me when you just came your brains out on my face.”
His thumb was still working in circles over your dripping pussy.
“I wouldn’t say I came my brains out.”
“Do you want to?” He asked, an octave lower.
The way he said it, the way he was looking at you with your wetness on his lips and chin and on the tip of his nose, the way he was rubbing you so perfectly, it all made you finally stop giving snarky responses.
“Yes, Ruhn.”
With that, he flicked on your vibrator and used it to replace his thumb, placing it in just the right spot on your clit and moving it up and down ever so slightly.
He used his free hand to push your thighs further apart and dipped his head down, sticking his tongue inside your pussy and fucking you with it at just the right pace.
The combination of his tongue and the vibrator had you practically screaming. You gripped at his sheets and squeezed your eyes shut in pleasure.
But then, you opened your eyes at the sudden feeling of emptiness and found Ruhn looking at you.
“You keep your eyes on me or I stop, understand?”
You nodded.
“Use your words.”
“I understand.”
“Good job princess.”
His praise and that nickname made you writhe your hips around, but Ruhn held them firmly in place with his free hand.
Solas, just the thought of him being strong enough to hold your body in place with one hand was enough to make you cum a second time.
Ruhn turned the vibrator setting up and you knew you wouldn’t last more than a minute.
“Oh my Gods Ruhn I’m gonna cum again, fuck.”
He plunged his tongue in and out of you a few more times, then stopped and turned the vibrator off too.
“Wh-what are you doing?” You weren’t above begging him to let you cum if he was gonna edge you again.
“If I’m gonna make you cum your brains out, it’ll be with my tongue and my fingers only, not some battery-powered toy,” he said.
He spit on your already soaking pussy and pushed two long, thick fingers inside you, twisting them as he slid further and further, up to the rings he had on.
You moaned loud and slow and he purred at the sound, sight, and smell of you; naked on his bed, stretched out and dripping on his fingers.
He dipped his head back down and started sucking on your clit again as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.
The room was filled with the sounds of your moans, your pathetically soaked pussy, and Ruhn’s lips sucking, licking, and kissing you.
He closed his mouth around your bud and let his eyes roll back as he sucked and tasted you like you were the best piece of dessert he’d ever had.
“Fuck yes Ruhn, just like that. You make me feel so good.”
His fingers and mouth worked even faster in response to your praise, and you were close to falling over the edge again.
“I-I’m gonna cum again Ruhn, f-fuck.”
You barely managed to get the sentence out in time as your body shook with your second orgasm, and, once again, Ruhn held you in place as you came on his fingers and tongue.
Your hands flew to his hair, pushing him into you and riding his face until you came down from the high of your release.
Your breasts rose up and down as you struggled to catch your breath.
Ruhn slowly pulled his fingers out of you and released your clit from his mouth.
He moved his fingers up to his lips and sucked on them with the same hunger he sucked your pussy with.
“Fucking delicious,” he said once he licked them clean, “now come here.”
He hovered atop you, and lowered himself to your lips where you could smell yourself on him.
Even after he literally just fucked you with his tongue, he still looked to your eyes for permission to kiss you.
You nodded, and his lips collided with yours, both of you moaning and tangling your hands in each other’s hair; craning your necks to deepen the kiss and sliding your tongues around to explore each other’s mouths.
You sucked yourself off his tongue, and swirled your tongue over his piercing a few times, earning a smile from him.
After a few minutes of a sloppy makeout session, you both finally pulled away for air.
“I may have underestimated your gaming abilities, but I always knew you were a freak.”
You punched his bicep.
“That’s because you’re a gross pervert who listens to me masturbate from your bedroom!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he laughed and laid down beside you, nuzzling you into his broad chest.
Summary: Flynn sees a dance trend on TikTok, of course you have to try it.
Warnings: none
The sprawling house shared by Declan and Flynn hummed with the usual blend of comfortable chaos and Fae energy. Music drifted from a speaker in the corner, a concoction of techno genres that only Declan could appreciate, while the remnants of a snack feast were scattered across the coffee table. You and Ruhn had arrived a little while ago, sliding easily into the rhythm of your friends’ home.
“You have to see this,” Flynn exclaimed, holding out his tablet. He scrolled through a video, his brow furrowed in concentration. “It’s this… pas de deux, apparently. Humans do it. Look at this lift!”
The video showed two figures, lithe and graceful, performing what looked like an impossible aerial maneuver. The woman, impossibly high, extended an arm towards the ceiling, held aloft by the man. It seemed to defy gravity.
You leaned in, eyes fixed on the screen. Ruhn, sitting beside you, felt a familiar warmth spread through him as he sensed your thought process. You, whose innate starborn power could shatter mountains and control the very fabric of reality, saw this human feat of strength and balance as a worthwhile challenge. A challenge you wanted to conquer, knowing succeeding would bring a spark of delight to Ruhn’s eyes.
“We should try it,” You declared.
Flynn blinked. “We? You and me?”
“Yes,” You said. “It looks like it requires a good deal of balance and coordination, but I think we can manage.”
“I’m game,” Flynn said. “But you’re the powerhouse here. You’ll have to make sure I don’t buckle.” He grinned at Ruhn. “Don’t worry, Prince. I’ll treat your mate with the utmost care. Scout’s honor.”
Ruhn chuckled, shaking his head. Declan looked up from his perpetual tapping on a nearby console, a skeptical but amused expression on his face.
They cleared a space in the center of the room. Flynn positioned himself, ready for the lift. You stood opposite him, stance casual despite the impending acrobatics. “Alright,” Flynn said, bracing himself. “On three. One… two… three!”
Flynn lifted, straining slightly. You rose, seemingly weightless, but your elegant form wobbled. You was used to effortless movement, to manipulating reality with a thought. This controlled, physical effort was apparently a different matter.
Suddenly, Flynn’s footing slipped, and with a yelp, he stumbled, dropping you to the floor.
You landed with a soft thud onto a pile of discarded cushions, a surprised “oof” escaping your lips.
Ruhn and Declan erupted in laughter. Ruhn bent over, clutching his stomach, tears welling in his eyes. “Y/N, are you alright?”
You sat up, brushing hair from your face, a slow grin spreading across your features. “I am fine,” you affirmed, looking at Flynn, who was doubled over laughing as well. “My fault, I suppose. I underestimated the importance of… human physics.”
“That was glorious!” Declan exclaimed, wiping a tear from his eye.
Flynn helped you to your feet, still chuckling. “Okay, okay, my bad. But we gotta nail it now. For bragging rights.”
You nodded, a new determination flashing in your eyes. This time, as Flynn lifted you, you channeled your power differently, not to levitate, but to anchor yourself, to find the subtle points of balance, to work with Flynn’s strength rather than against it.
Slowly, gracefully, you rose into the air, holding the pose, a triumphant smile on your face. Flynn held you steady, his face flushed with exertion and excitement. They had done it.
Ruhn cheered, and Declan whistled. You descended, landing lightly on your feet. You turned to Ruhn, eyes shining with joy. He saw the pure satisfaction on your face. And you were satisfied, because you had done it for him; to make him laugh, to share a moment of lighthearted fun. That was your power, the greatest power of all, to make him happy.
Ruhn Danaan knows one thing with absolute certainty:
You are definitely the most delicate and delicious thing he has ever had riding his face.
Your lush thighs cage in his head, trapping him in a place he calls paradise.
Your cunt, dripping with arousal and his saliva is the only thing he can focus on, and with every roll of your hips, his tongue drives deeper into you. A guttural groan leaves him, sensing vibrations right onto your core.
His lips close around the tight bud, amd he sucks gently. “Fuck, Ruhn!” Your wail, not one of pain but one of almost unbearable pleasure, reverberates through him, and he digs his fingertips into the soft flesh of your ass.
When your eyes open, your gaze heavy-lidded, you notice that the knuckles from the hand you are using for support have turned white from how tight you are fisting the knuckles.
Your other hand is wrapped around his length, moving your palm up and down, deliciously slowly.
You blow out a soft breath of warm air before leaning in even closer. The starborn prince‘s hips buck in response to the flick your tongue executes to the piercing at the crown of his cock. It’s so sensitive, but the best damn thing when he is pounding into you. It adds an extra kind of pleasure you can’t even put into words. His piercing, let it be the lip ring or his cock piercing, just feel so damn good; mostly because Ruhn just always knows exactly how to put them to good use.
Your body bends almost on its own accord when your lips fasten around his length, giving him one gentle, soft suck that makes his growl in approval.
“Baby,” you whisper around him, the sound muffled, and then take him deep, relaxing your throat.
A smack lands on your backside, his tongue flicking against your sensitive flesh. For a moment he removes his mouth from you, only so he can say, “Always so distracted by my cock huh?” and you know there is a proud smirk on his lips. “But don’t forget to ride my face baby.”
You moan an answer around him, thighs clenching, squeezing his head.
The second round of your late night love making ends with you coming hard and with a loud cry of pleasure, and Ruhn following you just a split moment after. You release his cock with a plop and swallow, then roll off him, landing on the soft mattress.
“This was amazing,” you whisper, bending your knees and bracing your feet on the bed next to Ruhn‘s chest. “So good.” You wipe a hand over your sweat-glazed forehead.
Ruhn‘s hand slides between your legs, down your thighs, and he lifts his head a little to glimpse at you. “You don’t think we are done, do you?” A smirk appears on his lips.
It doesn’t even take five minutes for the starborn prince to get hard again and to hoist you onto his lap, grinning when he sees your surprised expression.
He helps you shift and lift yourself up, groaning when the crown of his cock touches your wetness.
You sink down on his hard length, gasping at the stretch it causes you and the damn good feeling of his piercing scratching along your walls, adding just the slightest touch of pain. “Fuck, Ruhn,” you moan when he slides into the hilt, broad hands grabbing your ass to lift you up and let you sink down again.
Once having fully adjusted, he starts to thrust into you at a relentless pace. You ride him, your bodies colliding in a delicious connection, lips bruising from how much you devour the other’s mouth, still tasting each other from your previous actions.
Your nails dig into his tattooed shoulders, your head falling back, mouth open with moans and gasps and Ruhn is once again reminded that you are most definitely the most beautiful female he has ever seen in his life. And you are all his. His mate. The love of his life. And—
“My perfect, little slut,” he rasps and smacks your backside, loving the sound of the sensual mewl escaping you.
Each of his thrusts is met by the roll of your hips and slowly both of you are getting closer to the edge, feeling release gather in your lower abdomen. You want to let go, and there is no holding back when he lets his teeth sink into your lower lip, and his finger pinch your nipple.
You scream his name, nails scratching down his tattooed back, and he follows. His hot release fills your, trickling out onto his thighs, the hoarse shout escaping his throat reverberating through you.
“Fuck,” he breathes and his head drops into the crook of your shoulder. “You’re so perfect.”
Part 2 to Shut Up. Make Me. For my favourite Fae man Ruhn Danaan.
Enjoy.
Warnings: Smut, 18+
Ruhn Danaan knew three things with absolute certainty.
He had smoked so much mirthroot that he almost thought the girl straddling him wasn’t real. This had to be a dream. Fuck. Nope definitely real.
The girl. No, his mate was driving him absolutely feral right now. Every fibre of his being screaming at him to take her immediately as she ground down on his cock now straining against the thin material of his underwear.
He really fucking loved his life right now.
Ruhn wasted no time. Both our clothes laid in a messy pile on the floor. Only our underwear remained as I straddled his hips, grinding back and forth, Ruhn’s hands digging into the soft skin of my thighs as a groan rippled through him. A groan that turned into a deep gravely moan as I bite on his lower lip, tugging at the lip ring I had no doubt would feel amazing between my legs.
Ruhn’s hands grip tighter at the soft skin of my thighs, pulling me down firmly onto him, his cock pressing more firmly into me as I gasp at the sensation. Ruhn chuckles at my response as my eyes flutter shut. Cocky bastard knew exactly what he was doing. And suddenly I was thankful for all the girls he had taken to be. Because Ruhn Danaan knew exactly what he was doing. And gods did it feel good.
But two could play at that game. Ruhn was clearly use to girls letting him do what he wanted as long as it brought them pleasure. I watched as his eyes went wide and darkened as I pushed him back into the pillows, grabbing his hands and pinning them above his head. His body trembling as I ground down on him, kissing and biting my way down his neck. His hips jolting up at the sensation. I had no doubt if I looked up his eyes would be shut, his face relaxed in pure bliss. I didn’t dare hold back the smile that worked its way onto my lips as I moved from his neck down to his chest. His body shuddering and twitching as I make my way lower and lower. I go to hook my fingers in the waistband of his black underwear, but Ruhn moves eerily fast, flipping us over. And now I was pinned under him, my hands gathered in one of his above my head as his now black eyes bore into mine. Lust, desire and the primal instinct to claim me clear in them.
”Not yet sweetheart, I have other plans before you get to that.” He teases, his voice low and slightly strained.
Ruhn mimics my actions, kissing and biting his way down my neck. His free hand pulling my bra down just far enough for Ruhn lightly suck and nip at the exposed flesh before continuing downwards. No part left untouched by hips lips or hands as they caress down my body. My back arching as he runs his fingers lightly over my now drenched lacy black underwear. A groan rippling through him before his fingers hook into the waistband, a rip echoing through the room as they are torn from my body. I go to object, but my words foam into a loud moan as Ruhn’s lips latch onto my clit, my back arching at the sensation. One of my hands flies up to his hair, gripping it tightly in his long black hair, pulling him further into me. Another groan rumbling through him at the motion, his hands gripping my thighs so tightly as he keeps my legs spread open. One of his hands lightly traces up the inside of my thigh, causing me to shiver and squirm under Ruhn, his fingers leaving a trail of fire. A trail of fire that has me gasping and moaning as they slowly insert me. A hiss coming from Ruhn.
”God dammit Y/N, so tight.” He murmurs before going back to his assault with his mouth.
His fingers curling into just the right spot, each one he adds stretching me more and more. His tongue and lips devouring me as if he’s been starved his entire life. His tongue licking long stripes up and down my centre, before caressing my clit. Before long my hole body is trembling and arching under him as a familiar feeling forms in my stomach. Ruhn must tell its coming as I spasm around his fingers. A yelp escaping my lips as he flips us. A cold feeling caressing my skin, pulling me upright as I now straddle Ruhn’s face. I look down to see his shadows grasping me and holding me up. Ruhn’s hands pulling me further onto his face as my eyes roll into the back of my head.
”F-fuck R-r-ruhn. I’m… I’m gonna.” I stutter out as my legs shake aggressively.
In response Ruhn picks up the pace of his fingers and sucks so hard on my clit I see stars as I tip over the edge. My body wanting to fall forward, but his shadows grip me tighter as I writher against them, holding me in place as Ruhn does not falter. And before I know it that feeling is building up again, my head rolling back as I scream his name so loudly I’m not even sure the music blasting downstairs could drown it out. But right now I didn’t care. Right now all that mattered was Ruhn and I. With one last soft kiss between my legs, his shadows hoist me up enough for Ruhn to shuffle up the bed so I’m not hovering above his hips. I open my eyes to see his blown out eyes, and my arousal coating his lips. The man doesn’t even seem phased, hell he looks proud to be coated in it as his tongue darts out and licks it away.
”You doing ok sweetheart?” He asks, his hips raising as he tugs his underwear down and throwing them off into the depths of the room.
I slowly nod at him, not trusting myself to form a coherent sentence right now. Which he seems to know and looks very damn proud of that fact as he smirks up at me. A smirk I know not to trust, and he proves me right as his shadows ease their hold on me and lower me down onto Ruhn. My hands bracing me on Ruhn’s chest, my fingers clawing against it as he stretches me. Ruhn’s hands gripping tightly onto my thighs as well. Both of us breathing heavily as we adjust to the sensation of each other. Both of us take a moment to adjust to the feeling as he becomes fully sheathed in me. Ruhn slowly moves his hips, my head rolling back as I moan and move my own hips against him.
With the high of my previous orgasm now over, and the shadows helping support me, I pin Ruhn’s hips down to the bed. His eyes go wide before he smirks up at me, a small nod is all I need from him before I set the pace. With the help of the shadows it’s easier ride Ruhn, my legs able to keep up. Eventually my hands ease up on Ruhn’s hips, instantly rising to meet with mine. Both of us moaning loudly. Ruhn’s shadows push me forward, his arms wrapping around me before we’re flipped again. Seems we were doing a lot of this tonight.
Ruhn keeps himself sheathed inside me as he kneels before me, his legs supporting me as my hips are angled to meet his. And gods does the angle feel amazing, even without him moving. Ruhn rolls his hips into mine, my back immediately arching off the bed. Hell yes did this feel good.
You like that sweetheart? Ruhn speaks in my mind.
My eyes go wide. Ruhn just spoke in my head. A gift he clearly kept close and hidden. But he trusted me with it.
Gods yes. I say back, earning a chuckle from him.
He rolls his hips into me, my back arching yet again off the bed, my nails digging into his arm.
Good.
Ruhn hooks one of my legs over his shoulders before leaning over me, both hands braced either side of me before setting a brutal pace. A pace that has me moaning his name and gasping for air. My nails clawing down his back and chest. Guttural moans rippling through Ruhn as my nails dig in, spuring him on, his hips slamming into mine with each thrust. He wraps his arms around me, leaning down to rest his forehead on mine. His deep blue eyes piercing into mine. And that’s when I feel it. Feel it fully. Like Ruhn and I are becoming one. As if he is everything I need, and I am everything he needs. I grip onto Ruhn as if my life depends on it, our mouths melding together in a passionate kiss. Our tongues fighting for dominance. Ruhn manages to sneak a hand between us, his fingers finding that perfect spot that has me seeing stars as I topple over the edge, moaning into his mouth. Ruhn not far behind as his thrusts stutter and slow down. But he still keeps up his pace, his fingers still caressing that perfect spot till I’m a squirming and sensitive mess beneath him. The bastard.
Careful what you think sweetheart. He purrs in my head.
I pull back wide eyed as I look at his smug face looking down at me as he reaches up and caresses my cheek. I can’t help but lean into his touch as if my body and soul craves being as close as I can to him. I’m unsure if he can hear what I’ve thought or felt, but it is almost like he does as he rolls off me, pulling me into his chest as he lays back on the bed. His fingers running up and down my sides as he holds me tightly against him.
