So, I will only warn
you once. If you want to think you’re bad ass and read this then you’re on your
own. This is NSFW AND I’M GOING TO WARN YOU IT IS TRIGGERING THIS IS NOT
SOMETHING FOR THE KIDDIES DO NOT READ IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE THE KINKS ABOVE AND
INCASE YOU DID NOT TAKE THE TIME TO READ THEM I WILL TELL YOU RIGHT NOW WHAT
THE KINKS ARE
There you were sitting there with your fingers drumming
impatiently against the table you were waiting at. You were beyond pissed/ You
were so lived that you felt as if your whole world was turning upside down. You
couldn’t believe Jimin had actually stood you up. Here you were, in a short
tight red velvet dress hair dolled up in a bun that was decorated with jewels.
Eyes lined with a mixture of light and dark seductive makeup and lipstick
decked out on your lips. You were past a dime piece tonight and you hated these kinds of places especially
wearing tight dresses. You were more of a baggy sweats and tank top kind of
woman. Fancy events didn’t excite you but because it was an anniversary you
told yourself that it would be better this way. To at least make the male happy
because he had done so much for you and he had made your lives better together.
But now all these higher up people were looking at you with judgmental gazes.
You knew what they were thinking. That you were stuck up, maybe waiting for a
man, or for someone to notice you. And who were you to tell them that you
weren’t? Because it was none of their fucking business what you were doing here
but because it was a constant glare and a constant feeling of eyes on you. Your
hand swiped out to pick up your phone, reading that it was 11 PM five hours
after the set date with Jimin, you gripped at all you had throwing a
hundred-dollar bill down on the table walking out of the door.
You were hurt. It stung deeply, telling yourself to just
plant one foot in front of the other you could feel the burning in your
reddened cheeks. Black heels piercing the tiled floor as you walked out one of
the most upscale popular restaurants in Seoul, you reached a hand out to hail a
cab and of course some blew you off because you were a female. Sighing softly,
you waited patiently, the cold wind whipping against your cheeks.
“It’s cold out. Take
my jacket bunny.” You imagined Jimin saying to you. Seeing an illusion of
him standing beside you, dressed down in a black suit and a white tie. His pink
hair combed back and gelled down. You were so intoxicated by his beauty, at
first you didn’t notice the tears sliding down your cheeks, or the taxi cab
that was honking at you until the fourth time the horn sounded. You snapped out
of it quickly, opening the back door, you sat down bowing your head in apology
to the indifferent driver wiping your cheeks quickly. Crying was never your
forte, your mother had told you it was ok to let out a few tears every now and
then but you had got caught up in a dangerous life. Drugs, sex, violence and
everything in between so there was no room for crying, unless of course it was
tears of pleasure. It had started years ago. You were young and naïve taking
the bus home when you knew better, you knew you should have called your parents
but you were a hard-headed girl. Getting off the bus you were snatched by gang
members, who pointed a gun to your head and told you not to utter a word.
Bringing you to an old abandoned building you were sat in a chair and talked
down on like you were nothing more than garbage. But luckily for you, the
leader of the gang had a son a few years older than you who wanted you the very
moment he had set eyes on you. It was a match made in heaven or hell, however
you look at it. Park Jimin was your everything. He had given you everything.
Yes of course you weren’t into the whole gang love and you refused to give him
the time or day. But he started undermining you, showing up to your house,
barging in to meet your parents. He even picked you up from school offering you
protection from bullies who teased you for being the smart goody girl. It
didn’t take long to have you fallen for his charms or in his bed.
He was a wildfire that consumed your body and left nothing
for the waking. But lately he wasn’t here. You assumed it was because of his
business he was running, or running away from the cops themselves. But it
seemed like now he was running from you. He came home and he was too tired to
do anything, in the mornings he tried to have quickies but it wasn’t something
you enjoyed anymore. He always fucked you rough he never took his time to enjoy
you. And that was what you hated. You felt like you were just becoming another
girl that he stringed along in his life and those promises forever and always.
They seemed to fade in the distance like his voice. Those cheap thrill words he
told you just to get you cumming so he could say he tired you out. There was no
love, he didn’t hold you. He didn’t make you feel wanted. And he never talked
to you. He just shut you out. Completely ignoring you. So when he asked for a
date you were shocked thinking this was just what you both needed to get each
other back on one accord. That it would solve all of your problems. And then he
didn’t show up. A typical Jimin doing typical shit. And you were tired of
having a typical man with typical charms.
Slamming the door once you got home, the taxi driver blew at
you speeding off and you flipped him off screaming. It wasn’t his fault, you
didn’t mean to take your anger out on him, it just sort of happened when you
were worked up and it had been a few weeks since the last time you had even
been touched. Opening the door to your house, you half expected to see Jimin
there apologizing. But all you felt was the coldness of the air draft hitting
your skin. The cold light switches off in the dark house showing that no one
had been there since you left. Sliding down to the floor you shut the door
behind you, a ball of tears and throbbing feet until you picked up the pieces
of your heart and got your ass in your bed.
“Good morning.” Jimin’s soft voice rang out from the kitchen
where he sat as you walked in through the doors wearing a full on T-shirt with
a bra underneath it and sweatpants with panties. You never went to sleep with
all your clothing on but ever since that night a month ago you vowed to never
give into Jimin, to make a change and maybe leave. He had come home the next
day apologizing and asking for a redo. You had simply walked off not even
answering him. And that is how it has been for the past month. The tension
growing thicker every time he tried to talk to you because you didn’t give a
fuck about what he had to say anymore. He tried to help you wash dishes, you
were drop them and move around, he would offer you to cook, you stopped it all
together throwing the food out to get takeout instead. Jimin tried to help you
undress because he thought you would let him bury himself balls deep into your
pussy but he later had a rude awakening when you pushed him away and gave him a
death glare. Not even saying a word now, you saw the coffee and breakfast he
cooked for you but instead of taking it you grabbed a bottle of water opting
out of eating at home today.
“Are you fucking kidding me Y/N! It’s been a month already!”
Jimin shouted, his voice no longer soft nor sweet how he was trying to imitate
it. You turned around to watch him, opening up the bottle of cold water you
pressed it to your lips taking a swig of the coolness before you licked your
lips not even responding to what he said. Walking off from him you made your
way back up the stairs to your room blowing him off once again. While you were
getting dressed you heard a lot of slamming things down stairs and things being
broken. You smirked to yourself, proud that he was a pit of feels and not
knowing what to do with himself. He wasn’t the one embarrassed, or the one that
got stood up and left alone. He wasn’t the one who went weeks without being
touched, and months without being loved. That was the fucked up part. You gave
Park Jimin everything he wanted and you had made up your mind you would never
get it back. Planning on leaving him, you had started to look for other places
to live, working late at the dance studio to earn more money for a down
payment. This was the final week of you dealing with his shit. And you’d leave
Changing into jogging spandex pants and a red sports bra you
decided to go jogging without a shirt today. Maybe if you were lucky someone
would see you and want to sweep you off of your feet. You did your hair in a
lose high ponytail, putting on your wireless beats earphones in your ear, you
let your phone Bluetooth your music and walking down the stairs you looked
around for Jimin. Of course he was gone and despite some part of you feeling
happy about it, there was a tiny part of you wishing that it wouldn’t had been
so. Grabbing at your keys to the house you put on your shoes and shut the door
starting your jog.
The jog was something to help you take your mind off things.
At first you hated running, but then you wanted to stay in shape for Jimin. Now
you ran to burn out your anger and any other feelings that managed to seep
through your bones. It had been a good two miles that you ran on the pavement of
the backroads by the park outline. You didn’t want to run through the crowds of
the people so this was a safe way for you to run and make sure that you got
your exercise. Legs shaking, you could feel the beat of your heart against your
ribcage, the sweat pouring down from your face and breast to your stomach and
neck. Your legs shaking lightly, the burn felt so good, even your ass cheeks
felt it. Smiling to yourself you were singing an upbeat song and then like that
it was all gone.
A hand around your mouth you were about to scream until you
saw nothing but blackness over your eyes. Trying to fight with what little
strength you had your body was hauled up over someone’s shoulder and you were
thrown into a vehicle. You knew so because you could feel your body sliding
with every twist and turn it made. A hand reaching up to take off the black
thing over your head, your arms were soon caught behind your back and you
couldn’t move. You fought and struggled to get out of it before you blacked out
from the lack of air a million thoughts running through your mind. And the
biggest one itself was that Jimin wouldn’t even know nor care.
A yell from your lips sounded off as you woke up by the
surprise of cold water pouring down on your body. You were soaking wet, eyes
glaring around in a panic to see what happened you were shocked to see yourself
in the old abandoned warehouse that was the location for Jimin’s gang and where
you both first met. Looking around and then straight forward you saw him there,
wearing a long black sleeved shirt and blue jeans that were ripped and fitting
on his thighs. His hair wild and everywhere Jimin had a gun in his hand, it was
just sitting there sleek and black. He waved it at two people and looking
around as far as you could, you saw the men retreating leaving you there with
just Jimin and his friend.
“I never thought I would have to do this to you. But it
seems times just, cause for drastic measures. Now I’m going to offer you one
chance to speak. Or I will force it out of you.” Jimin spoke to you slowly. And
then it all came back to you. Glaring at him you didn’t quite know what he
meant until you landed your eyes on the gun again and you gave him a snarl.
There was silence in the room for a bit, before Jimin sighed
and he stood up walking towards you. “You know you really fucking piss me off
sitting there like a fucking robot. Is that what you want to be treated like?
Nothing.. A fucking rag doll? A piece of shit?” Jimin asked as he got right in
your face, hands on his knees as he watched you. When you didn’t even mumble a
word he rolled his eyes, unlocking the safety option he pressed the cold gun
against your left temple and it caused you to gasp your body seeming to react
as you whimpered slightly. “She’s alive!!” He rang out dramatically like a
deranged person, the gun pushing so hard against your head it tilted it a bit.
Your chest rising and falling with each harsh breath you took, your eyes looked
up at him and fear gripped at your heart. Trying to move your hands so that you
could slap him, but you were bound to the chair your ankles and wrist by rope.
“Oh yes, I thought of it all. See, I’m going to make you
taught. I’m going to get a whole lot out of you today miss. I will make sure
you say something.” Jimin purred gently. He let the gun slowly drift down your
face towards your neck, over your collarbones and to your breast. The barrel
running against each of your nipples before he moved the gun down the dip of
your breast towards your stomach. He smirked watching you, watching how your
breath became staggered your eyes opening wider in fear. He was enjoying this a
bit too much. The barrel of the gun continued to slide until it was resting
against your center. He rubbed it up and down your pussy and you wanted to jerk
your hips away but you couldn’t move you couldn’t go anywhere. “Does my baby
girl like that?” He teased you with a chuckle.
“GO TO HELL!” You shouted at him, tears driving down your
cheeks as you gritted your teeth watching him. Jimin didn’t like that. Gripping
at the gun he pressed it under your chin making your eyes lock with his as he
responded to you.
“I’m taking a first class trip there and I’m fucking taking
you with me.” He snarled in your face before he pulled back. Jimin moved behind
you and all you could hear was steps. Your hands tried to jerk harder at the
chair but it was no use, it was not moving in your favor. You saw the back of
him as he sat up the camera turning it on. Your eyes moving to look at the
single mattress that was on the floor. You didn’t know how you didn’t see it
but the toys, so many toys. You felt your stomach tighten because you knew what
Jimin moved once he had everything set up he walked towards
you, quickly undoing your arms, and when he bent down to undo your legs you
lounged at him, knocking him down you both wrestled for quite some time because
he had taught you how to fight. It took a few more minutes, of your hands
slapping across his face and you almost elbowing him in the groin for Jimin to
punch you in your stomach, not enough to hurt you just enough to make you lose
your breath. He gripped at your leg pulling you towards the mattress and you
fought at him, trying to get free.
“LET ME GO!” You shouted at him and he shook his head
looking back at you.
“You don’t get to talk to me now.” He said with a icy stare
until he had you on the bed. Jimin made quick work of undressing you and
leaving you naked, your arms bound behind your back once again he had you on
your knees looking up at him waiting. “Fuck you look so good like this bunny.”
He said that one word, that one fucking word that you longed to hear him call
you. It was a different pet name and it always made you wet, even right now
despite you wanting to beat the hell out of him and run away to never be seen again.
Jimin chuckled, his eyes were hot on you glued with lust, he wanted to devour
you right then and there. He walked behind you before he pushed you forwards
with your ass in the air slapping at your cheeks he groaned. He spread your ass
cheeks apart licking a strip from your pussy all the way up to your tight anal
entrance circling his tongue around you. You gasped out in pleasure, before
your teeth clamped down on your bottom lip and you told yourself not to moan no
matter what he did to you. Jimin seeing this, reached beside the bed grabbing
at the baby oil he managed to bring with him. Letting both of your cheeks go he
poured the oil on your ass. Making it a wet mess, rubbing in the oil and
leaving it to not soak in your skin, he lifted his hand landing a harsh slap to
your left ass cheek. He did it over and over again on both cheeks, until the
skin was reddened and bruised with his hands prints in your skin. Jimin was
letting his sadistic side come out to play.
Grabbing at some warming lube, he rubbed the substance on
his fingers, trailing them to your slit he used two to rub harshly up and down
your wet throbbing slit smirking as he felt how wet you were by all that was
happening to you. Your hips responded so well despite your words of not wanting
it. Jimin knew your secrets well so he knew you loved every moment of this
fantasy. Moving to grip at a small silver bullet attached to a remote Jimin
tapped the bullet against your clit using the remote to turn the settings on
the medium one, watching your head roll back as you tried to stop a cry of
pleasure from leaving your lips. He moved to stand in front of you, pulling you
up by your hair he pressed your face to his clothed crouch. He moaned feeling
your face against the hardened bulge that was aching to feel you after so long.
He rutted his hips against your face, until you bit at his member harshly a cry
of pleasure falling from his lips as he tore you away from his throbbing member
with a glare down at you. The grip on your hair made you whimper, the murderous
look in his eyes did nothing but aid you into your first orgasm of the night
and a short cry feel from your lips.
“I never told you to cum you fucking bitch, and I never told
you to bite me. But since you want to do what you think is best. How about we
see how many times I can make you cum?” He asked rhetorically. Reaching down to
grab the remote he turned it on higher causing the bullet to go to work on your
clit making it pulse and causing your pussy to slip out more juices that landed
on the mattress. Jimin pulled back to take off his clothes bit by bit until he
was naked and his dick was pressing against the bottom of his stomach leaking
He moved to grip at your hair again. “Open your mouth.” He
commanded pressing your head against his shaft. When you didn’t obey he only
chuckled in response. “It’s time to break you again.” He leaned down grabbing
at the gun pressing it against your forehead, it caused an immediate reaction
from you. “Open. Your fucking mouth.” Jimin commanded, and since he had never
used a gun on you before you were indeed a little worked up. And wondering why
the hell it still made you wet. You opened your mouth for him, and he slid the
gun into your mouth against your tongue as he watched you. “My sweet sweet bunny.
Don’t make me use this. I’m going to fuck this pretty little face of yours ok?
And if you even graze your teeth too hard against my shaft. I will fucking end
you right here. Don’t play with me, you know how I can get when I don’t get
what I want.” Jimin pouted moving the gun from your parted lips that stayed
open. He guided his cock into your wet warm mouth a low groan falling from his
lips. He watched you through hooded eyes, his hips snapping forward gently to
bury his cock deeper into your mouth each time.
He was so thick, it had been a while since he face fucked
you, and here you were trying not to choke every time he reached the back of
your throat. Jimin pulled back to press the gun on the mattress by him so that
he could reach it if he needed to. Both hands gripping at your hair he fist it,
gripping on the strands so tight you knew you’d have a headache later. He
started to face fuck you harder, his cock brushing to bury itself down your
throat he didn’t care that your eyes were burning with tears as he stretched
out your mouth. Your throat burned and your body convulsed again as your second
orgasm rippled through you. Crying out it only vibrated around him as he
watched you. Spit dripping down your parted lips onto your chin and your breast
he snarled. “You’re such a fucking dirty little slut aren’t you? Look how
fucked your face is because you can’t handle my cock. It’s been so long you’re
making a fucking mess. That little pussy hurts yet hmm? Does it feel good to be
overstimulated my little bunny? My dirty little fucking whore, you’re going to
be in for a good surprise from daddy tonight. You are just so-“ He let out a
string of curses, fucking your face harder his balls slapping on your chin
getting wet by your spit he continued to bury your mouth on his shaft. One hand
letting you go so that he could pinch your nose and cut off your air he slowed
his hips down, watching you he would slide his cock all the way down your
throat, hold it there and pull away when he heard you choke and gag.
He kept it up, and your heart was racing in your chest, body
rocking and hips rutting against the bullet lulling against your clit you felt
like a ruined slut and it felt so fucking good to have Jimin treating you like
this. You watched him with more tears streaming down your eyes, full on sobbing
at the moment you took more for him. He moved to slide his cock all the way
down your throat, cutting off your air completely you choked again, eyes
shutting for a moment as the air left your body and your hips jerked harshly
forward signaling your third orgasm. Jimin pulled back releasing his hold from
your nose to grip at his cock watching you lose yourself. He jerked off his wet
shaft, pumping his hardened cock until strings of thick white cum was painting
your face in a mess. He cursed out loud watching as he gave you a facial at a
perfect angle for the camera to catch it all. When he was done he let you go,
watching your body fall forward he smirked proud at how you were ruined. His
cock twitching again and he was still hard.
Jimin moved behind you, spreading your legs wide he leaned
down to push his tongue into your tight little asshole tongue fucking you
impatiently he tried to stretch you out as much as possible. Your hips were
moving, and you were still sobbing against the mattress the feeling of his wet
tongue buried in your ass only made you lose your breath, looking up at the
camera you groaned shuddering in uttermost pleasure. Jimin pulled back and
aligned himself with your asshole, pushing himself into your ass quickly to get
the pain over with. He held your hips, spreading your legs wide he reached over
your body to grab at a black whip. He poured some oil on your back, as he
pulled back and slipped back inside of you he started to whip your back causing
you to shudder under him crying out at the mixture of both the pleasure and the
pain. You could feel his hips connecting with yours, balls hitting your pussy
he was fucking you into the mattress with all he had. The whipping on your back
didn’t hurt you, it just caused little shocks to run through your body and you
couldn’t handle it along with the vibrations on your clit. Your hips was
rutting again and you knew from how your body was betraying you that you would
come again. Jimin dropped the whip, reaching to grip at your head, he used two
fingers from each of his hands, lifting a leg up to plant his foot into the
mattress he fucked harder into you snapping his hips forward and his kept your
mouth spread wide open to hear your cries of pleasure, the position being both
humiliating to you and a quite turn on.
“Do you like this slut? You like feeling me buried in this
tight little asshole of yours? Maybe I should have fucked this more often. It
grips my cock so nice and tight and you take me so fucking good inside of here.
Look at how you cry for me, begging for more. Wanting me to fill you all the
way up don’t you because you’re my little cum slut that’s what you are. Look at
this ass bouncing on my hips. You fucking love every second of this.” He egged
you on loving to see the way your body arched when you were close to another
orgasm. He kept pounding into you, to feel the vice like grip off your asshole
around him while he was pounding into you until you were cumming again body
going limb in his hold.
“No more! Please Jimin no more!” You cried out as you felt
another orgasm ripple through you. It was painful, and you knew without a doubt
you had never cum so much. Pretty soon there would be nothing left. Jimin
pulled out of you after letting you ride out your orgasm, He flipped you on
your stomach spreading your legs wide he removed the vibrator from your clit
turning the bullet off. You thought he was done and you felt instant relief
until he was pushing his cock until your drenched wet walls.
“N-no Jimin please please please- I can’t cum anymore.” You
begged him, eyes half hooded and lips parted you took deep breaths trying to
calm yourself down. Jimin was not listening to anything you had to say.
Gripping at your hips he started to pull out of you only to push in deeper
inside of you.
His eyes remained on yours, his hips circling as he
concentrated on how tight your pussy was, he missed it. All of it. He hands
gently rubbed at your hips in a comforting manner, basking in your little tiny
whimpers Jimin took his time pounding inside of you. Your pussy could feel all
of him, the outline of his cock, his hard veins grazing at your walls. How
thick he was, how he was throbbing just by being inside of you. It felt so
good, and though you were sore you welcomed all that he gave you. You watched
him, as he ground his hips deep into you, barely pulling back he drove himself
as deep as he could inside of you.
“I’m sorry.” He moaned out watching you and you shook your
head no, not wanting to forgive him at a time like this. “I’m sorry for all the
hurt I did to you.” He moaned as he started to move faster. “I’m sorry for not
being around.” He mumbled out letting his hips gently graze against your spot.
“I’m sorry for making you feel like shit.” He paused his hips, staying connected
to you, he reached his arms down to wrap around your lower back, lifting you up
so that you were straddling him as he started to grip your hips tighter
dropping you down on him reaching your depth a bit better. “I’m sorry for
making your cry.” He continued leaning up to latch his lips onto your nipples
sucking on each of them, he bounced you harder on him, his hands soon reaching
to grip at your plump ass as he ran his tongue up and down your hardened
nipples humming. “I’m sorry for not opening up or saying I love you enough.” He
continued to moan against your skin. You were swimming with emotions, and the
tears sliding down your face were all from different reasons. “I’m sorry you
felt you didn’t matter. And I’m sorry for standing you up.” He paused your hips
holding you in the air Jimin harshly snapped his hips up pounding against your
spot he fucked you in the air causing you to cry out. “Say you forgive me.” He
urged as you shook your head no. It felt so good, he was fucking your spot
right and you were going to cum so soon. Your stomach convulsing you rolled
your head back but Jimin stopped slowing down you shouted out looking at him.
Knowing what he wanted by the look in his eyes you gave in because, some part
of you knew he deserved to hear those words.
“I’m sorry for giving you the silent treatment. It was
childish! I love you Jimin, fuck I love you so much ok? But if you don’t let me
cum I’m leaving your ass for good.” You threatened him. That was all it took to
have a crooked smile pressed against his lips. He let his hips surge upwards
burying himself to the hilt he fucked you hard and fast, the only sounds being
heard were the wet sounds of your pussy combined with the pants and moans from
both of you. It didn’t take him long to have you cumming on his cock, your
stomach clenching as your eyes screwed shut and lips fell open. Jimin watched
the look of pain and pleasure wash through your face. It had taken everything
he had not to cum before you did, but here and now he was meeting his end with you
letting his white load bury deep into your walls. Jimin continued to bounce you
on his cock until you were both satisfied. He pulled out of you slowly resting
you on his chest he undid your wrist freeing you finally. Silence echoed
throughout the room as his hands rubbed up and down your back.
“You remembered.” You said simply talking about the force
fantasy you’ve always had for some time now.
“How could I forget? I was so against doing it. I had never
seen you so upset for telling me a secret. I vowed to myself I would save it,
for a drastic measurement. And this was that.” Jimin started with a sheepish
laugh, his voice still husky due to the intense moment you both just had. “I
saw the house listings when you didn’t log out of the computer..” Jimin said
after sometime looking up at the ceiling. “God, it had just been us for so
long. I just thought you’d never leave no matter what I did. I didn’t
apologize. Because I was just being stupid. Angry around here and taking it out
on you. It didn’t hit me I’d lose you until I saw that. I was scared… For the
first time since I lost my father you made me scared.” Jimin admitted looking
down at you. Your eyes locked with his and you couldn’t help but kiss him,
because that was something you both hadn’t shared yet today. A long deep
passionate kiss with tongues gliding against each other until no one had any
“I was going to leave you. But part of me keep holding onto
you. Even when I thought this was real. That I’d actually get kidnapped. All I
wanted was you Jimin. I kept asking myself, would you know or care? And it
worried me to think, that I was being childish instead of talking to you about
it. I’ll never let it happen again.” You said with a sincere smile.
“Good, because I don’t think I can ever pull a gun on you
again. I don’t want you to ever fear me. I’m here to make your life a whole lot
of things. But have fear is not one.” Jimin reassured you before he wiggled his
eyes rolling you over. “I know I said one more but. I’m not satisfied yet. And
I owe you lots of makeup sex.” He teased kissing down your body eliciting
groans from your lips, but you made no move to leave the beasts presence.
She weighed next to nothing in his arms. So fragile yet strong at the same time. They were breathing each other so deeply… The heat of the fire in their room had nothing on them. It was about comfort, it was about healing and it turned into so much more so fast. They were the extension of the fire at that moment.
“Let’s go bed.”
Jamie slowly walked the distance between where they stood and the bed, like he was walking on clouds. His hands running from her backside to her thighs and just holding her up as he did, had left a trail of tingling sensation that Claire was still reeling from. She needed his big hands on her again, lighting up her every nerve. There was a time not long ago that she wasn’t sure she’d ever feel it, or wanted to feel it, or that she could. But only those hands, made for her, given to him for her, like he had once said, could heal her.
She was running her smooth delicate fingers on his nape and upper back, drawing patterns and words they could not utter, since breathing was turning into a hardship at this point. Claire needed out of her stays, she felt restrained. All she wanted was his weight on her, his burning hot skin against her. She wanted to feel his muscles and scars, to kiss them, to lick his perfect worked stomach. Tonight she was hungry for him in a way that only love filled with lust could explain. And he is mine.
How is this woman mine? Jamie asked himself that question many times and caging Claire with his toned arms atop the bed just reminded him yet again of the wonder of her love for him. That flushed beauty, her mouth semi-open for his kisses, her teasing eyes… He ran his nose along her neck and caught her lips. She tugged on his hair for dear life and her tongue came out to dance with his, to claim him. Like any person else could compare… If he could, he would be claimed like this every single day of his life.
And the flames went higher…
Jamie held himself up on his elbows, close to the precipice of losing balance altogether, as Claire started running her foot up his calf, lifting the kilt ever so slightly. Biting him gently on the lower lip, she released the auburn curls and sat on the mattress. Like on their wedding night, he helped her untie the restraining stays, and exactly like on their wedding night their gazes didn’t leave one another. Only difference was, the desire was stronger, the air was heavier.
After removing the stays, Claire unbuckled the kilt’s belt and maddeningly teasing, slowly removed the plaid in all his glorious folds aside. He was intensely ready himself. It overwhelmed all her senses like always. If it weren’t Jamie, this lack of control would have left Claire nervous, but it could never happen with Jamie… “Jamie.” She breathed.
“I’m here, Sorcha.”
He lifted her shift over her head, the sudden gush of cool air caused by the movement of it making her nipples stiffen. That and the dark blue gaze that didn’t fail to shake her to her core. She was still in her stockings, one loose and one still fastened with a flimsy pink tie. She made a move to take them off but he didn’t let her, holding her hands, he placed them around his neck again, while he ran his hands up her glorious round arse and held her tight around the waist, closer to him. Not one inch of room left to breathe anything else but the sweet scent of each other, enhanced by the flames that only went higher.
He started kissing and sucking on her neck, tasting her herbal sweetness, moving one hand to comb her curls away. The only sound in Jamie’s ears were Claire’s exquisite soft moans. Those sounds that made him go mad, also made him relinquish all his senses to her incredibly smooth skin. Moving to her lips again, the intense and slow kiss held a promise of contained words. Words that were not enough to describe the chemistry that happened between them in these moments. He wanted to watch her lose herself.
Feeling Jamie peeling his beautiful mouth away from her, Claire whimpered. He replied by putting his forehead against hers and swayed for a bit holding her in place. One hand tucked her hair behind her ear and a cheeky smirk came upon his face as he dragged his hands over her arms and laid down. She knew what he wanted. And she wanted to give it to him.
That bed and its magic blue quilt was their sanctuary, a place that held many whispers and sweet nothings, said in the dark of the night and in the fresh light of the dawn.
Jamie lay down and placed a hand on his wife, his goddess, guiding her to climb on top of him. The sensations was overwhelmingly satisfying, it was a lightning coursing through them, echoes of thunder reverberating through their limbs. Smiling at her, he put both hands on her shoulders as she started to rock. Slowly, he let his arms run along hers and up again. Their breathing was erratic.
She was supporting herself on him, the marble of his torso feeling like an anchor in a sea of blue quilt. “You feel so good, Jamie.”
“Mo nighean donn”, he said in a whisper like sob. “Don’t stop, Claire…” Moaning, their hearts and bodies rode each other. Jamie placed his hand in the center of Claire’s chest, feeling the frantic rhythm of her heart, slowly reaching for her ivory breasts, kneading and teasing her.
He loved watching her - her head dropping backwards as she started to lose herself in the moment - trying to remain “bodily sober” enough to see her face change a thousand beautifully different ways with their lovemaking, but he too was about to lose it as well.
Claire leaned forward gifting her breasts to him and Jamie thought heaven was upon him. Taking one nipple in his mouth, he sucked and softly bit and felt Claire shiver under her hands. She held his head with some force and if Jamie were to die for lack of air, he would have died one happy man.
“You’re so beautiful, Claire. Please don’t stop mo nighean donn, more.”
“Oh Jamie, my love.”
Claire was starting to lose herself entirely, holding onto Jamie’s neck and shoulders wanting to kiss him, but not wanting him to take his mouth from where it was. Jamie groaned and sat up completely. She kissed him urging for his tongue to meet hers, trying to get into him and he was getting into her. So deep, so passionate, so so so much, but never enough.
Claire caressed his face, marveling at his furrowing brow, smoothing it, kissing it. They were still riding thunder as Jamie brought one hand down to touch the place, hot enough as to make metal melt, as to turn coal into diamond. Then, he buried his face in her neck, she burying her nails in his back, and ecstasy ensued. Together, they became one. Jamie kept his face on her neck, Claire was overdone with one long sob leaving her lips as the aftershocks came through. She couldn’t let go, she couldn’t breathe and neither could he.
After the lingering effects washed over them, Jamie held his well rested wife against him. She propped herself on her elbow, kissed and caressed his pecs and whispered, smiling, “Tha gaol agam ort, mo Seaumais”.
-Boyangman in an actual spiderman costume
X I forgive you for the spin you did at EX you meme lord
- Nathan in a polar bear onesie
X come on! now I’m waiting for the twt update!
You can’t get away from this Nathan!
- PoohLoco interactions (yes thats the name of the ship now fight me) ✓✔✓✔✓✔X10000 what the hell happened you guys went from friendly to HONEYMOON PHASE like WHAT
- Embarassed!Shoma but Cheering!Shoma ✓✔✓✔ Yeah mah boi even screamed for his teamates!
- Team France shenanigans ✓The Eiffel tower was the cherry on the top well done guys!
- No one giving a fuck about the scores NOPE come on guys it’s the end of the season you can chill (still haunted by Yuzuru’s face after SP)
-Tech controlers costume fest ✓ HELL TO THE FUCK YEAH
- Evgenia cosplaying✔ The return of sailormoon !
- Team Chants with the public ✓ not as much as I’d like but okay
-Team Japan stepping up their Team Spirit Game (come on Yuzu I’m counting on you to lead the shenanigans)✓ Shoma in a pink bow tie, Shoma in a flower crown #BLESSED + PPAP REMIX VERS YOU GUYS WERE FAB!
-Aquamarine’s hands are actually super soft but she rarely takes her gloves off. Peridot accidentally yanked one off once and tried to slip it back on only to find herself awestruck at the softness of Aqua’s tiny hand. They stood in silence, holding hands for several minutes until both of them started feeling really awkward.
-Aquamarine has read every single one of Peridot’s reports, including some embarrassing drafts. She likes to tease her about them. Peri gets really flustered and doesn’t want Lapis to know.
-Peridot tried to get Aquamarine to embrace the full potential of her hydrokinesis but it took a strange turn. Now Aqua likes to walk around with a water-gun or a hose to intimidate trespassers and occasionally spray them in the face.
-Both like to complain about how much they miss their Homeworld tech. They could rant about this topic for hours and completely tire themselves out. Lapis sometimes finds them knocked out, indirectly cuddling in her hammock.
-After introducing Aquamarine to Camp Pining Hearts, Peridot got into a shipping war with her. (Peridot was pro Percy/Pierre and Aquamarine was pro Percy/Paulette) The war lasted for several weeks, until both of them ran out of “evidence” and decided to call it a truce, accepting each other’s ships…for the time being.
-When Peridot sleeps her gem tends to slightly heat up, Aquamarine often puts her hand on it and enjoys feeling the warmth.
-Trying to make her feel comfortable without her wand, Peridot gave the pink bow tie to Aquamarine. Aquamarine thinks it looks completely ridiculous and serves no fictional purpose to her but decides to wear it anyways because she kinda likes it. She’ll never admit this to anyone though.
My friends, I finally decided to make a masterpost for my Raúl Esparza and Broadway drawings. This post shows my development as an artis, since I came over here from the Fassbender fandom. It contains old and new ones, as well as good and bad. I thought of deleting the bad ones first, but then I realized, that they are also an important part of my journey, so I kept them. Yet there are a few I left out on purpose, but they weren’t important anyway. I hope you find joy in this post and I wanna thank all my friends in the Raúl Esparza fandom, who always support me and are there whenever I need them. I love to draw for each and everyone of you! :-*
PS: Please excuse any typos. I can’t believe I’ve made so many drawings by now!!