Tales of Fae

His presence in waking hours is commanding and firm, but in the quiet intimacy of his bedroom, he is direct in a different way. You feel enveloped by his presence, safe in his embrace, weak to his masculine pull. Jumin is confident and self-assured– something that's come to him naturally during the course of your relationship. You reflect briefly on the early days of your affair- how his intensity would overwhelm you, how he wanted you so badly he could barely contain his urges to touch you, to taste you, to make you his in every sense of the word. That intensity is still there, of course, but he's secure now in the knowledge that he is yours and you are his. His devotion is unwavering and true, leaving no room for doubt.

He murmurs a quiet good morning into your skin, and you tilt your hips back subtly to tuck your body further against his. Your smile is lazy, languid, all morning fuzz and drunken love, and you lift his fingers to your lips to kiss them tenderly. Jumin responds with a quick intake of breath through his nose, and somewhere in another corner of the room, Elizabeth chirps to life and arches her back before curling back into herself for an early morning nap.

Jumin, however, is more and more awake with each passing second, and the warm weight of your body pushed against his causes his heart to beat a bit faster, pushing blood to his core where he beings to grow hard with desire for you.

You hum and roll your pelvis again, and you begin to feel your own need build. The warmth from his hand grows more intense by the second, and his fingers slip forward, gliding over the curls nestled between your thighs before pressing into the soft flesh just beyond. You're awake now, though still a little lost in the blissful haze of sleep; your body welcomes him and you part your thighs with a soft exhale.

It isn't long before he has worked you open enough to slip inside, slowly, tenderly, filling you until all the breath is pushed from your lungs. Neither of you have opened your eyes yet, though if you dared, you'd see the sun in all its glory dancing across his bedroom, slants of glittering light cutting across his bed, painting your skin and his with golden swatches of warm, inviting light. 

He moves, and you move in kind, the weighty girth of him pushing inside you with easy, unhurried strokes. There's nowhere to go today, nothing else to worry yourselves over besides one another. He links one strong, lithe arm across your chest and presses meaningful kisses to your shoulders, your neck, your hairline and drives himself deeper, though his pace remains syrupy slow, mind numbing in its consistency. Though you know he'll bring you to an earth-shattering climax, neither of you are in a hurry to get there. It seems this morning is all about decadence and indulgence.

You whimper his name, and his hand is upon your mouth. "Shhhhh." His whisper makes your head spin.

 If he hears your voice, he'll lose control. And so you nip playfully at his index finger and turn your face to grin into the pillow so he can maintain what he's begun. He lifts the sheet and covers you both in satin, hiding you from the world, enveloping you both in a private cocoon to shield you from the outside world.

Time doesn't exist in these moments; it matters not how long he is inside you, how many times his kisses render you helpless or his hands claim your tender skin. What the two of you create when you're together is something altogether transcendental, ethereal, unfathomable to anyone else. It's the culmination of a fated connection, a love affair that's written in the stars. And though you've made love to him (with him) countless times, each encounter feels new and exciting in its own way.

It's rare that you climax together, but this morning, Jumin has held back for that very reason. A man of impeccable control, he almost always loses his composure around you. He would swear you hold some sort of magical power over him, some kind of feminine charm that pulls him under your spell and makes him bend and mold to your every whim. So when he senses your descent into bliss, he's careful. Every breath, every heartbeat, every small cry that passes through your pretty lips are taken to heart, and he moves with you, gently coaxing you to let go– to let your orgasm wash over you naturally, freely, fully and completely. 

"Don't hold back," he commands, his voice dangerously low, just behind your ear. Your heart skips a beat and your breath catches in your throat as you flex your legs, thighs trembling. 

Jumin rocks himself into you just a little faster, and just as you feel him throb, you're falling, falling, falling over the edge. Dizzy and weightless, your cries echo in the vast space of the bedroom, muffled only slightly by the plush pillows at your head. Jumin presses forward, firm and unrelenting, a low groan issuing from his lips as he releases inside you. His body tenses for a few seconds and then you feel him relax as he holds you close, relishing in his own climax, in the way your body feels made for his. 

Neither of you speak for a few moments, instead choosing to bask in the tenderness of your union, in the warmth you've created that continues to buzz through your veins. But eventually, Jumin turns your face toward his and you shift the rest of your body as well so that you're face to face. When you open your eyes, you're met with his adoring, awestruck gaze– grey eyes that crinkle at the corners when he smiles, pink blush high on his cheekbones and at the tips of his ears. You reach up to push a lock of hair away from his forehead and he laughs softly, and you think you've never known anyone so wonderfully adorable in all your life. Your heart is so full it puts a lump in your throat and tears in your eyes, and you duck your head hastily so he doesn't see.

Of course he sees, and he's quick to lift your chin with his thumb and forefinger, a dash of concern crossing his brow. "What is it?" he asks, leaning to kiss the corner of your mouth. 

You suddenly feel silly, even though you know he cares deeply for you, superfluous emotions and all. "I just– I love you," you say, your voice thick with emotion, a short, throaty laugh filling the space between you. "You– I get overwhelmed sometimes with…how much I do– how much I love you."

He responds with a kiss, full upon your mouth, enveloping you in his embrace until it's impossible to tell where he ends and you begin. And when he pulls away, his own eyes are filled with tears that shine in the early morning sun. Reflected there, you see the love he has for you in all its quiet intensity. His devotion is unparalleled, his commitment to you unwavering. 

"I love you, too. To the ends of the earth and back again. I'll always be yours."

🌸 I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Sirius craves intimacy from the bottom of his golden heart

The warmth of your two bodies pressing against each other as you make love; the gentle and loving caresses; the intensity of his gaze locked on yours

Everything about it fills his heart and soul to the brim with joy

There’s nothing that this man longs for more than the intimacy of the act itself and the moments before and after

He loves intimacy in all of its forms, not just sexual intimacy, though

Holding your hand as you two walk through town, caressing your cheek softly before tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, pressing his lips to your forehead as a way to wake you up in the mornings

Sirius is quite the romantic man

And even though he’s not one to express his love for you with words, he does so through physical touch and acts of service

He’ll do anything for you 

Snuggles, kisses, massages, you name it

He dotes on you and makes sure you are thoroughly satisfied by the end of the loving session

His massages are the best

His hands work miracles on you

He likes telling you how gorgeous and sexy you are

He praises you a lot, and he’s not afraid to tell you when you’re doing an excellent job at pleasing him or yourself

He struggles a lot with saying those three words, though

And he usually says them when he thinks you’re asleep

He just gets timid when it comes to feelings

🌸 U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man teases you a lot in and out of the bedroom

He can’t help it; you’re too cute and fun to tease

However, his teasing is light and he means no harm with it

And what he relishes the most is the banter that ensues 

I don’t see him as the type who’d tease you sexually in public tho

He wants to be the only one who sees all those expressions and little noises you make when he touches you in certain ways or when he whispers naughty things in your ear

So, unless he’s completely sure the two of you are alone, he will keep his hands and dirty talk to himself

Now, when you two are behind closed doors, this man gets wild

He abruptly yet gently pushes you against the door or the wall, trapping you between his arms

The way those lusty, amethyst eyes are intently focused on yours and that smug smirk on his face has you weak at the knees

And when he speaks in that sonorous tone, oh lord have mercy

He loves leaning down and whispering what he wants to do to you or what he wants you to do to him

Sometimes, he tells you how badly he wants you

How he wants to bend you over his desk and take you from behind

In the mornings, when he’s feeling especially naughty, he closes the door as you’re opening it

He presses his large body against yours and whispers some dirty promises of what will transpire that evening in his room

He usually caresses your sides as he teases you, and licks the shell of your ear or nibbles your earlobe

He gets you all hot and bothered and then leaves to start his day as if nothing’s happened

There’s a little skip in his step as he walks towards the kitchen to prepare breakfast

He’s thrilled because he knows you’ll be thinking about him all day long

🌸 I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Vincent loves being intimate with you in and out of the bedroom

He finds something really intimate about painting you, and he loves doing so

He gets a little shy if you propose that he paints you naked

But he’ll do it if you really want him too

Though he won’t let anyone else see that one painting, as he doesn’t like the idea of other people seeing your beautiful body

When the two of you are making love on his sofa or on your bed, he prefers to be really close to you

He needs his body pressed against yours

It doesn’t matter who’s the one in charge, he needs your body flushed against his

Vincent is not afraid of telling you how he feels about you

Especially in bed, where his most vulnerable side is exposed and he gets really emotional

Sometimes, he whispers his love for you

Other times, when he’s more vocal, usually when he’s reaching his peak, he gets louder as he expresses his feelings

At times, you worry about his brother walking by his room and accidentally hearing Vincent whine and moan about how good your pussy or ass feels wrapped around his cock

Vinny gets so pussy/ass drunk at times that his inhibitions go out the window and he gets really loud and whiny

And he doesn’t control what comes out of his mouth, which is praise, ’I love you’s, and pleas

He begs a lot, especially when you’re in control

Bonus: One time, you were banging Vinny from behind. He was wearing a gag to muffle his whimpering, but he was being particularly loud. Theodorus and Arthur were walking by the door to Vincent's room. And upon hearing his brother whimpering, Theo slammed the door open, thinking his big broer had hurt himself, something that had happened before. So, imagine the look of utter mortification on Theo’s face when he found you pounding his broer’s ass. You immediately covered Vincent with a blanket and cursed and yelled at the paralysed Theo until a very amused and quite intrigued Arthur closed the door as he shot you a flirty wink, before dragging his best friend to the bar for some strong-ass drinks. But that’s a story for another day. 

🌸 U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing is not in this pure man’s vocabulary

He cannot tease you, at least he doesn’t tease you in a mean and unfair way

If he ever teases you, he does it to rile you up and get you ready for his loving

He might do it as a foreplay kind of activity

But Vincent’s weakness is you, so he spoils you rotten

He can’t possibly say ‘no’ to you

Your wish is his command

What you ask, you get

And he’s so sweet when he dotes on you

He is so loving and gentle with his touches and caresses

Now, the fact that he doesn’t like teasing you doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it when you tease him

He loves it when you do

It turns him on

And the more you tease, the more he craves you and your touch

This doesn’t happen often, but when you get too carried away with the teasing, something inside him switches on 

And when this happens, he turns the tables and he lets himself be a little mean

But just a little

And the moment you whine or beg him

He’s putty in your hands again and he does as you wish

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