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[tanzen-neko]

Summertime Magic (Vincent x MC)

Here’s my late entry for July 13th for the Summer of Smut challenge. Thanks @voltage-vixen for extending the submission date. You’re awesome. Hope you enjoy!

Summertime Magic (Vincent x MC)

IkemenVampire

Summer of Smut Challenge- July 13th: (Oral) Sex Under the Sun Dress

Warnings: public sex, fingering, oral sex, outdoors

“Vincent? Are you almost ready??”

Vincent adjusted his new linen pants before he shouted back a yes to his girlfriend who was still in the bathroom. Sliding on his loafers, he sat patiently on the bed to wait for her to emerge. It had been 6 months since he had traveled to the future, and a few more since he got to be reunited with the one person who owned his body and soul. It still seemed like a dream more than not to him. The first night they had spent together, he had stared at her long after she had fallen asleep. He never thought it was possible to love someone so much. He still got pangs of sadness when he thought of his dearest brother, and the residents of the mansion he had left behind. Hell, every blue moon he even felt a stab of regret and sympathy for Shakespeare, but he never regretted his decision for a single moment. How could he when she showed him how much more to life there was?

“Cover your eyes!” she shouted at him, voice muffled behind the closed door. He felt a gentle smile come over his face as he complied.

“Done. Are you coming out now?”

He heard the door open and close, and smelt her perfume as she made her way closer to him. She pressed her cool hands against his, and dropped a kiss on his forehead.

“You can open them now,” she whispered.

He uncovered his eyes as she stepped back, a giant smile on her face. Vincent felt his mouth drop. She was in a dress, though he didn’t know if he could even call it that. Grazing her mid thighs, her legs were on full display. She had never worn such a short garment before in the mansion unless it was under one of her dresses. He felt his mouth go dry as she twirled and the dress flared out showing her beautiful thighs. 

“Wha-,” he stopped and cleared his throat before trying again. “What is that you’re wearing?”

She let out a laugh at his confusion, holding up the sides of the chemise again.

“What? It’s a sundress. It’s too hot out. But don’t you like the print?”

“Who cares about print when all I can focus on is how much I want to devour your legs and thighs?” he thought to himself. Instead of acting on those instincts however, he reigned them in and forced himself to actually look at the dress. He felt himself fall in love with her all over again. Cinched tightly at her waist, it was sleeveless and scooped down showing off just a hint of her breasts. But it was the print that had his heart squeezing in his chest; it was one of his sunflowers paintings. The blue background complimented her skin perfectly, and the sunflowers had never seemed so vivid as they did on the one he called geliefde.

“Do you like it?” she giggled twirling around once more.

“I, I love it. You look so beautiful. To have my sunflower wear my sunflowers is a dream come true.”

She rolled her eyes good naturedly at his cheesy words, but blushed a little all the same.

“And it even has pockets!” she exclaimed excitedly, shoving her hands into them almost gleefully.

“Don’t all sundresses?” he asked. 

“Oh, sweet baby Vincent, you still have a lot to learn,” she said, patting his arm. She went to the kitchen of their sunny little apartment, and pulled out an ice cold bottle of lemonade from the fridge. He inwardly chuckled as he thought of how blown away the residents of the mansion would be at all the advances in technology. He knew Arthur especially would be a fan of the computer for his writing. She grabbed some fresh strawberries, and finished up packing the picnic basket. She had mentioned wanting to take him to a new spot she had stumbled upon, and even had packed his easel and paints in the trunk of her car,but with that dress on her, he was worried about eyes being on her.

“Um, are you sure we should go out?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck. He felt his face heat up, and knew that a blush was probably dancing across his cheeks as he spoke. She turned to him, a wrinkle forming in between her brows. 

“What? Why? Are you not feeling well? You look a little red.”

She came over and pressed her cool hand against his forehead, worry etched on her cute face. Unable to resist, he leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose, and was rewarded with a shy smile from her.

“Will…. Will your sundress be okay to wear out?”

She stared at him for a moment before cracking up in laughter.  Throwing her arms around his shoulders, she pulled him down into a quick peck on the cheek.

“Vincent, I promise you. No one will be concerned with my dress. I’ve seen quite a few shorter. I bet you will too during your time here.” 

He still wasn't convinced by her words but decided to let it go.  He didn't want to ruin their plans for the day, especially with the glow of excitement on her face.

” It'll be fine I promise. I can't wait to show you the special spot I found for us!”

 Vincent had to admit to himself that he was curious about what spot she had found especially given the fact that they had barely been separated for the last month besides her going to and from work. So, even though he had his reservations, he still grabbed the picnic basket and her hand as they walked out to the car. Driving with her was always an experience. She would turn up the music  and sing along, often flashing him smiles and encouraging him to learn the lyrics as well. Though it was only  a short drive, it seemed like it lasted forever since he couldn't help but keep staring at her thighs as she drove. He clenched his hands tightly on his lap to resist the urge to reach out and squeeze them.

 “What is your problem, Vincent??” he thought. Since when had a garment had such an effect on him? 

“Vincent? Vince, did you hear me?” He snapped back to attention, feeling bad that he missed her words. 

“I’m sorry, I must have zoned out.” She reached out and squeezed his hand. 

“That’s ok! I was just saying how I hope you like this place as much as I think you would. And that once we get your identification, maybe you’d like working at a flower shop!” He lifted her hand to his lips, humming his agreement. He loved how excited she always was, and the optimism she had about their relationship and future together. 

“We’re here!!” Parking the car, she did a little dance before popping the trunk and hopping out. 

“Come on Vincent!” He chuckled to himself before getting out and helping her unload the trunk. His paint supplies tucked under one arm, he followed behind her as she carried their basket, smiling and nodding to any people she crossed on the trail. They walked for a while, the terrain steadily becoming less paved with fewer people around.

“Almost there,” she called back, panting a little.  He wouldn't have minded an hour long walk; he was enjoying the view of her thighs and the way the dress clung to her plump backside. 

“Just past these bushes.” She pushed through, and held them back a bit in order for him to walk through.

“Tada! Do you like it?”

How could he not? A giant expanse of field, it was shielded all around by the trees, and bushes. The grass looked soft and lush, a bright green that was speckled throughout with flowers. He thought he even heard the quiet trickle of a stream somewhere. 

“My coworker told me about it. So I left work early the other day to come check it out. I, I know you must be homesick more than you let on, and this reminded me of the field you used to paint in back in the mansion. I figured that this could be your special spot when it all got to be a bit too much.” 

She stood behind him, uncertainty in her eyes as she rubbed her arm. He knew his silence must have been worrisome, but the prickle behind his eyes, and the dryness in his throat made it too hard to talk without crying. So instead he dropped his supplies, walked over and kissed her, the picnic basket awkwardly bumping between their bodies. He tried his hardest to pour all his thanks and love into that. When they parted to catch their breaths, she blushed and ducked her head down, busying herself with setting it down, and smoothing out her dress. 

“I take it you like it then? Do,do you want to paint or eat first?”

Vincent looked around the clearing to make sure they were truly alone before leading her over to the shade of one of the trees, backing her against its trunk.

“I’d love to paint you in the middle of all the tall grass, basking in the sun. But first, I have to have you before anyone else comes along. Is that ok?” She nodded up at him, her lips still dewy from the previous kiss. 

“Oh mijn liefste, how is it that you grow more beautiful every time I look at you?” he murmured against her lips before kissing the corner of them. “I love you. Oh how I love you.” He kissed her upturned lips, swallowing the contented sigh she let out. Her lips were so soft, and kissing her always made his head spin. He delved between her lips, finding her tongue. Brushing gently against it with his own, he gripped her sides to pull her closer in his embrace. He broke the kiss to bury his face in her neck, breathing in the scent of perfume and sweat. He ran his tongue along her pulse, and felt his teeth begin to emerge. He wanted to bite her, to taste her. She clung to him angling her neck in order to give him the best access, but he pulled back.

“Not there,” he panted out. “I want to bite you, but somewhere else.”

He dropped another kiss to her lips before dropping down to his knees. He ran his fingers along the hem of the sundress, caressing the back of her thighs and stroking them up and down her calves. Circling her ankles with his fingers, he nuzzled his face into the side of her leg, kissing her behind her knee. He peppered her thigh with kisses, rubbing and kneading her calves. He moved back in order to hook one of her legs over his shoulder, her dress riding up, the tantalizing softness of her thigh so close to his mouth. 

“You’ve been driving me mad with this dress today. Your thighs. Oh, your thighs look so tempting. I need to bite you there.” 

She nodded her head rapidly, her mouth forming an “o” as she threaded her fingers in his hair. Without waiting for further encouragement, he sank his fangs into her thigh  . His mouth was immediately flooded with her taste, a bouquet of the sweetest honey and apples he’d ever had. Her moans and gasped went straight to his already throbbing erection, and he used his free hand to palm himself lightly through his pants, the combination of her blood and cries almost causing him to cum from the light touch alone. He forced himself to stop, and lowered her leg. Her knees buckled, and he caught her. Lowering her down along the tree. 

“Are you alright?” he asked, kissing her along her temple. He felt her nod against his lips. 

“Good, because I need more of you, please. Just a little more.” He pushed her dress up, and hooked his fingers in the top of her panties. He pulled them down her legs, and breathed in the smell of her arousal. He could see it glistening along her inner thighs, as he pushed her knees up and out. He slid himself down onto his stomach, not caring about the dirt and grass that were no doubt leaving stains on his clothing. Her smell was driving him insane. He leaned in, licking a long swipe from the bottom of her sex to her clit. She shuddered slightly, bringing her thighs closer inwards. He ran his tongue around her clit in light circles. He pushed one finger into her, groaning at how she sucked him right in. He wanted to bury himself in her, to get lost in her body. But he told himself to be patient. For now he needed to thank her for finding this spot for him, for wearing a sundress that made his heart (or more accurately his cock) throb, for just being her. He flattened his tongue before running it directly against her clit, like he learned she liked. Her soft breaths and gasps were driving him crazy; he needed to hear more of them. He withdrew her fingers, and drew back. Gripping the backs of her thighs, he pulled her closer to him before he dived in, his tongue flicking inside her. He used his nose against the underside of her clit. He drove his tongue as deeply as he could, loving the change in her cries. He kept at it until he thought his lungs were burst. Coming up for a breath, he immediately replaced his tongue with his finger. He added another one , curving them upwards like she had taught him. 

“Oh fu-, yes that’s it, Vincent. Just like that,” she gasped out. 

Wrapping his lips around her clit, he sucked in time with the thrusts and curls of his fingers, his eyes were glued to her face. Her head was thrown back, and her face was scrunched up tightly as she worried at her lower lip with her teeth. He loved watching her cum. He could feel her pulsing around his fingers and knew she was close to it. Just then, he picked up on the sound of laughter coming from further down the trail. It sounded like whoever it was was still a ways away, and they were shielded from view. He could tell that she hadn’t heard them. Not wanting to make her worry, he sped up his thrusts, and added his tongue to the assault on her clit. . She moved against his mouth, her fingers flexing and unflexing in his hair. He could tell the people were getting closer, and in a moment of sheer desperation, used his free hand to tweak on her clit, and pierced the skin of her inner thigh ever so slightly. She came then, his name combined with a breathless scream. Vincent usually liked to keep going as she rode out her orgasm, but he didn’t have time. With lightning speed, he pulled away from her, and pulled her dress back over her still trembling thighs. Still riding out her waves of pleasure, she looked at him in confusion. He wiped his mouth clean on his arm, and grabbed her underwear, shoving it in his pocket. He knew he couldn’t do anything about her clearly pleasured face, or his disheveled clothing, but hoped that the shade of the tree would work in their favor. He sat down next to her, and pulled her halfway into his chest.

“Vincent, what is your problem??” she asked, angrily. He opened his mouth to answer, as the voices became audible from the trail outside the bushes. She stared up at him wide eyed as a look of dawning embarrassment crossed her features. She buried her face into his chest, as the laughing couple came through to the clearing. They gave a wave towards Vincent, before crossing through the clearing to the other side. Vincent pulled her face from his chest, gently poking her cheeks.

“They’re gone,” he said softly. She just let out an embarrassed groan before trying to rebury her face. 

“No wonder you speed up,” she said, muffled against him. And he had to laugh. She soon joined his laughter, and he handed her back her underwear as he brushed the dirt from his clothing. Once they were decent, he hugged her close to him again, resting his chin on the top of her head.

“Thank you again,” he murmured. “It’s beautiful here. Just like you are. Now that I’ve had a quick meal, go find a spot to pose in while I set up.”

She slapped his chest lightly at his cheeky words, but flashed him that breathtaking smile of her before settling down, making sure to hike her sundress up every so slightly to keep at her thighs at full display. She sent a jaunty wink and smirk at him before staring off into the distance. Letting out a sigh, Vincent forced himself to set up his easel and canvas instead of giving into her teasing. One thing was for sure, sundresses were bound to be the death of him.

[cruelbutnevercrass]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Gotham (TV), Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Oswald Cobblepot/Edward Nygma Characters: Oswald Cobblepot, Edward Nygma Additional Tags: Riddlebird - Freeform, Summerofsmut, Nygmobblepot, Office sex is so fun to write, I am so late posting this, like a month late, it was written so early on and I just suck, mentions of slutty Ed, Ed is the town bike and you can't convince me otherwise Summary:

The doors to his office slammed open, cracking against the expensive velvet flocked walls. Edward Nygma strolled in as bold as you please, a grin curling his pretty pink lips.

"By all means, Edward. Welcome," Oswald declared, turning his attention back to his papers. Edward had always had a penchant for dramatic entrances.

"You still haven't given me a key~ Besides, I come bearing gifts!"

Edward brings Oswald a gift at the end of a long day.

[tanzen-neko]

Dip a Toe (Victor x MC)

This is my entry for July 6th Summer of Smut Challenge. Tagging the awesome @voltage-vixen. Hope you all enjoy

Dip a Toe (Victor x MC)

MLQC 

Summer of Smut Challenge- July 6th: Skinny Dipping at Night

Warnings: Semipublic nudity, sex, public sex

“Strawberry daiquiri, please. Blended.”

You ordered your drink, ignoring the man whose presence you felt behind you. The cool dimness of the hotel bar was a welcome respite to your hot face, and sweaty body, and you silently thanked whomever it was who invented AC. Handing her your card for the fruity drink, you heard the scoff of Victor behind you. Well, he could scoff all he wanted. You didn’t need his help to do anything. The bartender gave you a sympathetic look, and asked loud enough for Victor to hear if you were ok before cutting her eyes in his direction. Her warning was clear; upset her customers and she would move in. If judging by the bulge of her biceps, it wouldn’t be the first time. You shot a reassuring smile her way, accompanied with an eye roll in Victor’s direction, and taking your card back, made sure to leave a sizable tip before strolling over to the outside terrace. Even while angry, you had to admit Victor had impeccable taste in resorts. It was your first official trip as a couple, and though you had only been official for 3 months, the sheer amount of time you seemed to spend together made it feel like years. He had managed to take in account all your preferences when selecting the surprise 2 week trip as a reward for your 5 star rating on the latest venture. Though he didn’t treat you any differently as his investment, he always made sure to reward you for all the hard work as his girlfriend. You inhaled the fragrant scent of the jasmine that grew from the various planters. Taking a sip of your drink, you shuddered a little at its strength. The bartender must have felt you needed a little more boast to deal with Victor, the sweet thing. 

“You’re being ridiculous, you know.” Victor’s deep voice cut through your peaceful daydreaming, and you turned around to glare at him. He looked so casually handsome in the setting sun. His light blue linen shirt gave a wonderful contrast to the honey tan of his skin. He hadn’t been using any hair products since the trip, and the stylish cut of his bangs hung into his face. They seemed to emphasize the intensity of his dark eyes, and you swallowed hard. 

“Easy, girl. You’re mad. Don’t give in. Don’t. Give. In.”

Adopting a look of feigned indifference, you eyed him as you sipped your drink. 

“And what, pray tell Mr. Li, is ridiculous? The fact that you find me boring, or the fact that I got upset about it?”

You downed your drink fighting back a grimace, and left the empty glass on the table. Turning around, you strolled towards the hidden opening that led to the path towards the resort’s private beach, enjoying the crashing sound of the waves. Earlier in the week, you and Victor had discovered a hidden little secret spot on the resort’s private beach. You noticed that many of the resort visitors didn’t seem to frolic there, and the two of you had gone to it each night to watch the sunset. You would have missed it by the time you got there, but you were angry and didn’t want to go back to the room with him. Besides, you enjoyed the multitude of stars that were visible over the water. You could hear his footsteps following you down the path, but for once he was quiet. You rolled your eyes at the doubt that started creeping up in your chest. Maybe you were overreacting. You squared your shoulders as you walked. No! He would have to apologize for his poor choice of words. You made it down the path, and the beach was blessedly empty. You found your favorite spot; a sun warmed rock that seemed to have mysteriously found itself just off the side of the beach. You slipped your sandals off, burying your toes in the sand. It was still hot, and you wiggled your toes deeper, a sense of peace stealing over. Oh how you loved the beach. Almost skipping over to the rock, you had missed the glow of adoration in Victor’s smile. Even in the moonlight it was so easy for him to read the delight in your motions. He briefly wondered if he should buy the resort if for no other reason than to get to see you smile.

You plopped down on the rock, and kept your toes in the sand. There was a breeze coming off the ocean, and the salty smell of it tickled your nose. Victor sat next to you, making sure to leave a bit of space. You continued to ignore him. Tracing patterns in the sand with your toes, you heard him sigh.

“ I didn’t call you boring you know.” You didn't look in his direction. 

“Oh?”

“Dummy, I said, predictable. I’m not sure what idiotic dictionary you’ve been using, but those words are not the same in mine.”

You whirled towards him, the strap of your tank top falling down a little over your shoulder.

“They might as well mean the same thing Victor! When you say you don’t have to ask me about things because you already know my response, well it makes me feel boring… even if that’s not what you mean. I can be exciting too, you know!.”  You huffed at his amused expression and turned back around crossing your arms. He reached out to pull up your strap and you jerked away slapping his hand.

“Ouch! Dummy, I’m just trying to fix your top. You’re not wearing a bra. Are you trying to put on a show?”

Sudden inspiration struck you. Maybe it was the drink that left a pleasant fuzzy sensation in your head. Maybe it was that amused look on Victor’s face, or his refusal to admit that telling you that you were predictable wasn’t a nice compliment. Either way, you jumped up from the rock, and sauntered over to Victor, out of reach, but in his full view. 

“Maybe I want it to fall down. After all, I am about to undress.” You spun away so your outline was partially obscured by the shadows stretching out on the beach, the moonlight lending a glow that made you feel like a goddess as you slowly unbuttoned your shorts. Shimmying out of them as sensually as you could, (a feat that came with challenges given they way they stuck to your sweat covered thighs), you took a second to fold them before you languidly let your fingers drift down to your tank’s hem. Victor let out a growl, and you turned to face him, an eyebrow drifting up in question.

“And just what in the hell do you think you are doing?” he bit out.

“Why Mr. Li, you mean you can’t predict my next move?” Not waiting for a response, you pulled your tank off, breasts bare to his stare. Fighting the self conscious urge to cover yourself, you hooked your fingers in your underwear, pulling them down in one swift motion. Victor choked as he stared at your body. The struggle between disapproval, and arousal fighting for dominance on his face. 

“Dummy… I’m warning you…”

Instead of responding, you stretched, moaning sensually as you could feel the muscles in your back stretch and pop.

“Warn me all you want. I’m going for a dip.”

“You’re not that strong of a swimmer,” he snapped at you, disapproval winning in the end.You shrugged in response. “Well then I guess you better join me, huh? Unless it’s too boring for someone as sophisticated as yourself, Mr. Li.”

You turned and walked away from him, not bothering to wait for a response. Still, your heart pounded hard in your chest. What if he didn’t join you? “Nonsense” you told yourself. And well if he didn’t, you weren't going to dwell on it. You reached the water, and waded out. It had been a sweltering day, and the water was like a tepid bath. You giggled as the waves pushed you back towards the shore. Your feet feeling the sea shells embedded in the sand. You tucked your knees in your chest, riding a wave back to shore before you raced out again to find another one. Laughing loudly, you let the waves wash over you again. Forgetting for a moment you were mad, you shot a toothy grin Victor’s way. It left your face quickly, however. He was no longer on the rock. You turned back into the water with a sigh. The waves not as fun alone anymore. Maybe you had taken it too far? 

You heard his chuckle behind you, and before you could turn around, he pulled you against the hard planes of his chest. 

“Quit pouting. As if I would let you stay out here alone.”

You struggled against him for a moment, but he just pulled you closer.

“Stop wiggling so much. Your little fist is near a sensitive area, you know.” Frowning, you finally registered that you hadn’t felt his linen shirt. Reaching a questing hand back, Victor groaned a little as your hand brushed against his rising erection. 

“You’re naked,” you said without stopping the movement of your hand. If anything, you sped it up a little. Victor’s hands drifted from around your body to your shoulders. He leaned down to drop a scatter of kisses on the back of your neck.

“Well I wasn’t about to ruin my clothing.” You hummed a noncommittal response, and stopped your hand, darting off in the waves. “Wrong answer!” you shouted at him laughing at his dumbfounded expression. You didn’t get very far before his hands grabbed you around your waist. Victor lifting you with ease, and twirling you around, before looping an arm under your legs, bridal style. You clung to his neck as he dunked you in the water and pulled you back up.

“Victor, you jerk!” you shrieked at him. Your hair was plastered to your face, and you sputtered out the salt water that had filled your open mouth. Instead of apologizing, he threw his head back, a carefree laugh erupting from him that tugged at your heart. Always composed and in control, it took your breath away whenever you got the chance to see him openly laugh. And everytime he did, you felt yourself slip a little bit more in love with him. Setting you on your feet, he pushed your hair out of your face, smiling at you before leaning in for a kiss. You let your eyes drift shut, and raised your face up in anticipation. Victor let out another chuckle before brushing his lips against yours so lightly, you almost didn’t feel it. 

“I… I really am sorry for hurting you. I don’t think you’re boring. You’re too much of an absent minded fool to ever be boring.”

Your eyes shot open, but before you could fuss at him for his backhanded compliment, his smiling lips reclaimed yours once more. He deepened the kiss, and the taste of the ocean filled both of your mouths. You twined your fingers into his hair as his tongue tangled with yours. Victor slid his hands along your hips, pulling you in closer. You could feel his erection against your body, and you dropped a hand to grip it. You worked your hand up and down his erection, and Victor’s breathy moans were lost against your lips.

“You’re not going to stop again, are you?” he asked almost desperately.

“The only reason I’m going to stop is because I’d rather have you buried in me,” you responded back, nipping at his lower lip. Victor groaned at your words pulling you back in for a passionate kiss.  His thumbs gently stroked along you before he moved one of his hands between your legs. Cupping you gently he delved two of his fingers inside you, scissoring them back and forth for a moment. You let out a groan of your own as his skilled fingers work their magic on you taking you closer to the edge. His palm ground against your clit and your stomach flipped as your arousal rushed to coat his fingers. Victor ducked his head down to lick a path between your breasts, and latched onto a nipple, flicking his tongue against it. You let out a whine, and tried to ride his fingers for more stimulation.

“Victor, I’m ready. Please, just, just give me what I need.” Victor shuffled you back a bit, the water swirling around your ankles before he dropped to his knees and pulled you down with him. You laid out on the sand, the waves tickling your bodies as he placed himself between your legs. Rocking back on his knees, he grabbed your legs, draping them over his thighs. Watching intently, he eased himself in, inch by painstakingly inch until he was as deep as he could go.

“I love watching how well you take me.” He moved his hips forward in a hard stroke, groaning your name out as he did. He pumped forward again, and soon he set a pace that had you writhing against the sand. His hands dropped on either side of your head, and you flicked your tongue against the pulse at his wrist, raising your hips to meet the force of his thrusts. Victor let out a curse, and sped up. He angled his hips in just the right direction to hit that spot that made you almost see stars. It felt so,so good. You reached your hands up and clasped them around Victor’s neck to drag him down for a kiss. You crossed your ankles around him to take him in deeper, the pleasure mounting in your core. You broke the kiss to throw your head back at the jolts of pleasure that began shooting over your body. 

“Victor, I’m about to cum, oh I’m about to cum. Don’t stop, please. Oh, please”

“I’m close too,” he ground out as he picked up his pace. “Cum for me, love. Take your pleasure from me.”

You bit into Victor’s shoulder as you fell apart, your screams of pleasure muffled against his flesh. He gave a few more hard pumps before he pulled himself out and spilled across your stomach. After a few more kisses and catching your breaths, you rinsed off in the waves. You shivered as you made your way back to your rock. The temperature had dropped, and you were feeling it. You and Victor quickly dressed, and he held your hand as you made you way back up the path, swinging your hands back and forth.

“So…. Am I forgiven?,” he asked glancing in your direction. You pretended to ponder a bit, and even tapped your chin earning an amused snort from Victor.

“I’d say you’re well on your way. But don’t most apologies need someone on their knees?”

Victor stopped walking, and pulled you into his arms. “Oh I’ll have you on your knees alright, and on your back, on my lap, and maybe even on all fours”, he whispered against your ear.

“Victor! That’s not what I meant!” you giggled slapping his chest before you two resumed walking.

“But I have to say, if this is the way you apologize, I hope you mess up a lot more in the future.”

[lhunuial]

Fanfic || A Chance Meeting || Part 1

Fandom: FFXIV Characters: Pendleton Shae, Nevaran Murrir, Zetsuran Jemuir Rating: NSFW Summary: Pendleton ran a hand through his red hair. Today was a strange day. He couldn't really believe what happened to him. At least he knew her name now. Perhaps he would see her again. He could always hope, right?

Note: birthday gift for shelkiis. Better late than never, right? Sorry it took me so long, waifu!!

The ceiling of the the Hourglass inn was pretty looking, but a bit boring. It could use some decorations. Pendleton had been staring at it for a while now and he was pretty sure he could describe it in vivid detail if someone asked about it. He took a deep breath and looked at himself. His wrists were tied to the bedposts and so were his feet. He was barely dressed, though that wasn't unusual in his case, as it was his preferred state of being.

Just how did he get into this mess?

Pendles blushed at the same time as he remembered the event. Earlier during the day, just as he returned from the Colosseum, he saw a stunning looking red haired woman coming out of the pugilist guild. She wore a short skirt and thigh high boots, as if she hadn't caught his attention before his eyes noticed those particular details. He followed her, not knowing where she would lead him. All he could think about was that he wanted to see more of her.

He lost her on the Steps of Thal. There were many people there and even with her unusual appearance, her red hair and her height, he couldn't keep track of her. Just when he thought about giving up she appeared in front of him.

The next thing he knew he was here, tied to this bed. A sudden fear overcame him. What was she gonna do to him? Was he going to get hurt? Where was his axe? He didn't know who she was, or what she would do, or if he was even safe here. What if he was really in big trouble? Nobody knew he was here, none of his friends at least.

“Hello!” Pendleton called out. “Is anyone here? Can anyone hear me?”

“You don't need to shout, boy. I can hear you just fine.” A husky, deep female voice reached his ears. He could hear footsteps approaching the bed and then she stood in his line of view. “What's your name?”

His eyes widened and he inhaled sharply, biting his bottom lip in the process. “P...Pendleton... Pendleton S..Shae, ma'am.”

She was still wearing the short skirt and the boots, but no longer the tabard she wore over it before, just a simple top instead. Now he had a good look at her front he could see she had tattoos on both of her cheeks and her eyes were a dark shade of purple. She sat down on the edge of the bed, right next to him. “Why were you following me, Pendleton?”

Another blush appeared on his cheeks. He knew his reasons of course, but actually telling her he followed her only because he thought she was beautiful was something else. It made him look like a creep. The way she looked at him though... Telling her anything other than the truth would probably have its consequences. Pendleton took a deep breath. He couldn't look at her now, when she was so close to him. “G... gorgeous.” He stuttered and whispered it, didn't trust himself to say it out loud, hoped she didn't hear it.

When he snuck a peek it was clear she definitely heard him. Her face showed him a smile. He wasn't prepared for that at all and quickly averted his gaze again, focusing on the ceiling.

“What did you say, Pendleton?”

She heard him. Why did she want to hear him say it again? Pendleton squeezed his eyes shut and bit his bottom lip. What did she want from him? She had him here at her mercy and there was nothing he could do about it. “I thought you were gorgeous,” he quickly told her. “W...wanted to see m..mmore.”

She laughed all of a sudden. He couldn't tell what kind of a laugh it was, if she was laughing at him or not. “And here I thought you were a threat to me.” There was that smile again, that smile he couldn't place. His breath hitched when she touched him, her fingers trailing his jawline. “You aren't a threat to me at all, are you, Pendleton?”

A threat? Him? Pendleton's eyes widened and he shook his head. No, he wasn't a threat, not at all. “No, ma'am.” He arched into the touch of her fingers, feeling the calluses on them. She was in excellent shape. Now that she was sitting right next to him he could see it even clearer. What would it feel like to touch her body? Would she still be soft?

There were her fingers again on his jawline, only this time they didn't stay there. They traced down his throat, his collarbone... Was he shivering underneath her touches? He heard her voice in the distance, though he could barely understand what she said. Blood was rushing in his ears.

“You want something from me, don't you, Pendleton?”

Her eyes were upon him, but he didn't see them. Her face was close to his, but he didn't see it. All he could focus on was her hand. It was on his chest now, his stomach, getting ever closer to the shorts he was still wearing. Oh by the Twelve, was she gonna? Was she really? He sucked his breath in with a loud hiss.

Menphina, she was going to kill him. A loud moan escaped his throat when she cupped him through his shorts. He couldn't help it. Her hand was warm. It was almost like he wasn't wearing shorts at all. Pendleton thrust his hips up into her hand. “Please,” he moaned, looking at her through half-lidded eyes. “Please.”

“You want this badly, don't you?” Her hand slipped underneath his shorts, wrapping itself around his cock firmly, stroking him. Pendleton's eyes rolled back and he arched up into her hand. He half noticed she climbed further onto the bed, but when her hand suddenly disappeared he let out a disappointed groan. Immediately his eyes followed her movements, to see why she ceased her ministrations. She removed her thigh high boots and tossed them aside, revealing the thigh high socks she wore underneath. Those combined with her short skirt and the top she was wearing were enough to drive him crazy.

It was taken to a whole new level when she straddled his hips She kept her eyes on him and licked her lips as she lifted her skirt, revealing her panties. Pendleton strained against his bonds. He bit his bottom lip, thrusting upwards to feel her, brushing against her. It was difficult to read her. She didn't show a lot of expression on her face. Until now he thought she was just toying with him, turning him on, driving him crazy, because it amused her. When his erection brushed against her panties he thought he saw something: her eyes closing, her mouth opening.

Once again he bucked against her, managed to catch her off guard this time and toppled her over so she ended up sprawled on top of him. How he wished his hands were free so he could press her firmer against his chest, against his lower abdomen. She rolled her hips against him, slowly, smoothly. His eyes were focused upon seeing her slide over his length. Despite them both being covered by their underwear Pendleton thought it felt so much softer, so much better. It was more than that, he felt her. The proof he was looking for was there: she was wet. Her face was close to his now, close enough to touch. He brushed his lips against her cheek, hesitantly, because he wasn't sure if she would let him. She was on top of him, she touched his cock, but there was still a distance between them, a distance he now tried to cross. “Ma'am,” he moaned softly, “oh.”

Their eyes met and hers looked softer at that moment. There was even a smile on her face. She buried her hand in his bushy red hair. “Feel good, Pendleton?” The way she said his name made him shiver. He liked it, because a lot of people called him Pendles, but that wasn't what he preferred.

“Yes,” he replied huskily. “For you too, right? I can feel it.” He rolled his hips to prove his point. She smiled at him and returned the gesture. After a few tries they finally had the same rhythm. She moved until she sat upright again, placing her hands on his thighs so she could lean back. “You want to see me, Pendleton?”

Oh Menphina, yes. Yes, he wanted to see her. He licked his bottom lip and followed her hand as she trailed a path down her body to her skirt and panties. The skirt was scrunched up around her waist. As she leaned further back she offered him a view he would never forget. His cock throbbed at the sight of her panties' moist cloth, her thighs glistening with her juices. He hoped she would take his shorts off soon, because at this point they were getting so tight it was painful.

She crawled forward until she sat down on his chest. Her thighs were on either side of Pendleton's face, so close he could see she had a scar on her right thigh. It looked like a puncture wound. Instinctively he lapped at the old injury, his tongue tracing the scar tissue. A groan escaped his throat when he found out she returned her attention to his cock, stroking it firmly.

“Ran?”

Pendleton froze the moment he heard that voice. A blush appeared on his cheeks and he tried to hide his face. That didn't prevent him from seeing someone else enter the room. It was a dark skinned Miqo'te with messy white hair.

The Miqo'te approached the bed and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He looked at Pendleton from top to toe, taking in his entire appearance. “Where did you pick him up, Ran?”

Pendleton's eyes widened. He was in trouble, he just knew he was. That put a damper on the entire mood. He opened his mouth to speak, to excuse himself. “This... this isn't.. what it looks like. I am sorry.... I'll go.”

“Shush.” The Miqo'te raised a finger to the redhead boy on the bed, but kept his eyes on the woman he lived with. He took a deep breath and shook his head. “Don't forget you have a meeting soon.”

Nevaran chuckled and grabbed Zetsuran's arm to pull him closer to her. Pendleton's eyes widened when he saw her kiss the Miqo'te on the cheek. He didn't really understand what was going on. He wasn't going to be punished by the Miqo'te? No punishment for being in this bed with this woman? What was happening? He watched the dark skinned Miqo'te walk away, leaving the room altogether. Right as the door closed behind the man cat Pendleton's attention was claimed by the woman on top of him once more. She leaned over him, reached for the cuffs tying his wrists to the bedposts. Was she going to let him go?

He didn't... want to.

The click of the cuffs told him his wrists were free, he could move again slightly, though his feet were still tied to the bed. She was so close to him right now, straddled his waist. So tall. He hadn't realized how tall she was before.

Another set of clicks told him his ankles were free as well. He could move again. She was also moving, off of him, and off of the bed. Was this it? They were going to... and now nothing?

Apparently the pout on his face was evident, for she turned towards him. His clothes were draped over one of her arms. “I have to cut this meeting of ours short, Pendleton. There are people I have to talk to and that cannot wait. This will have to continue another time.”

When her words registered Pendleton's eyes widened. His jaw dropped as well, not really noticing he was handed his clothes. He blinked a few times as he tried to find his voice. “Does that mean we will see each other again?”

Nevaran chuckled. “It is quite likely.” She reached for him, pulled him close against her as she pressed her lips upon his. A surprised moan escaped his lips and he dropped his clothes. The surprise faded quickly. Yes, he thought to himself, yes, this kiss... He wanted this and now there was nothing restraining him. He was free to do as he wished. Without thinking about it further he reached for her as well, pulled her closer against him.

It was over before he knew it, ended with her swiping her tongue across his lips, a promise of what was to come at a later time. The kiss left him gasping for breath nonetheless. His mind was still struggling with the fact that this actually happened, not just the kiss, all of it.

Pendleton watched as the red haired Highlander lady stripped out of her clothes, leaving a good view of her back, with her body only covered in her underwear. There was a large tattoo on her back, similar to the ones on her face. She slipped into a yellow set of clothing and equipped a pair of fist weapons. Once she finished preparing herself she turned around to face him again. “Come, we will leave together.”

They left the Hourglass and entered the Quicksand. Pendleton looked about himself, feeling a bit strange. His eye fell upon Momodi and he couldn't help but blush when he saw the expression on her face.

At that moment his company decided to leave him. “I must take my leave now. Until next time, Pendleton.”

“Wait,” he called out to her as he watched her walk away. Her bright colours made it difficult for her to disappear in the crowd at the moment. She threw a glance across her shoulder at him. The relief could be seen all over his face. “I don't... I don't even know your... your name!”

She smiled at him. “Nevaran Murrir.”

Then she was gone.

Pendleton ran a hand through his red hair. Today was a strange day. He couldn't really believe what happened to him. At least he knew her name now. Perhaps he would see her again. He could always hope, right?