aina & simón » a bloody kiss
Story: RPG storyverse (AU but honestly? should be canon, I need this storyverse to become even sluttier)
Genre: straight-up Smut
Rating: 18+
Characters: Aina & fool_with_dream's Simón
Prompt: from this fucked up kissing meme
CN: Kink/BDSM, alcohol, kink (& implied sex) while (very slightly) intoxicated, kind of a vague hatefuck situation but not in an aggressive/mean/angry way (they're just very aware they can't stand eachother in everyday life but work very well together sexually despite those differences), spitting/mouth-to-mouth feeding of alcohol, biting, vampirism / blood drinking, general physical intimacy, D/s with some bratting, clothed Dom/naked sub, kneeling, crawling, slapping, hair pulling, tease & denial, choking, praise, kissing, some mild cursing
Author's Note: I, uhhhh. Have nothing to say for myself except this somehow escalated and idk how that happened? (Narrator voice: Rumor has it that the reason for this was that the writer of this particular piece of fiction was secretly hardcore thirsting over their friend’s OC, but surely, there are also plenty of other logical explanations that have nothing to do with the writer’s horny OC brainrot … right?) Was NOT planning on writing such a detailed scene about these two yet here we are lmao, enjoy <3 I also tried another approach to the same prompt with this ship that was more fucked-up and less regular kink/sexytimes, so I miiight finish that one too some day, stay tuned
a bloody kiss
You hate how confident he seems - sitting in his armchair, looking down at you, his voice all low and calm when he says: »Come here.«
You hate that it’s actually quite thrilling that he’s still fully clothed while you’re completely naked, that he’s seated comfortably while you’re on the floor.
And you especially hate that it’s incredibly hot when he takes a sip of the drink he’s holding in one hand while he gestures for you to come closer with the other.
Simón is an entitled, arrogant asshole, but you can’t deny that he’s almost handsome enough to make up for it, and sometimes, just sometimes, you enjoy letting him order you around more than you enjoy arguing with him.
You crawl towards him on all fours, just like he instructed. He watches with a smug smile, probably well aware of that treacherous little blush that's making your cheeks burn with both humiliation and desire. You only stop once you’re right in front of him, so close you could easily touch him if you were allowed; then, you wait, averting your gaze while your thoughts are racing.
Wordlessly, he puts one finger under your chin and turns your face back towards him until your gaze meets his. It’s the long, intense kind of eye contact that accelerates heartbeats and intensifies blushes; the kind of eye contact that makes you drip, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s doing that on purpose.
»Want a sip?«, he asks, drawing small circles with the glass in his other hand to draw your attention to it.
You watch the amber liquid swirl around for a moment, then nod. You could really use a sip of alcohol right now.
Simón raises an eyebrow. »I can’t hear you, dear.«
You roll your eyes - and immediately earn yourself a sharp slap across the cheek. The first one for today, but surely not the last, going by your previous nights spent together.
»Do you want a sip or not?«, he asks again. His voice is still calm, but somehow sharper than before. He won’t ask a third time.
You bite the inside of your cheek. »Yes, please.«
»Alright.« He looks down at you for a long moment, apparently pondering. »Open your mouth.«
You blink at him, brow furrowed. »What? Why would I-«
»Do what you’re told and you’ll get what you want, sweetheart.«
You bite down a sassy remark and open your mouth instead. When he pulls your head back, fingers tangled in your hair, you catch yourself gasping, immediately craving more.
You didn’t even realize he took a sip from his glass, when suddenly, he brings his face closer to yours, letting the alcohol spill from his mouth for you to catch. A surprised noise escapes your lips, but, without thinking, you greedily drink up, licking the last drops from his chin and lips.
»Good girl«, he praises, his voice so beautiful and smooth you could almost forgive his condescending tone. »Now climb on my lap, will you?«
A question he never has to ask twice. His lap is, much to your frustration, a very nice place to sit, and even better when he’s already getting hard beneath the fabric of his trousers, which gives you something to grind against. You already know that he will make you wait, he always does, so until he’s done playing his usual games, you’ll happily take any semblance of stimulation you can get.
It doesn’t take long for him to pull you close by the waist with one hand and tangle the other in your hair again, gently tilting your head so your neck is exposed. When did he put his drink down, anyway? You can’t recall, didn’t notice. You shiver at the sensation of his cool breath on your warm skin, and when he traces your jawline with the tip of his tongue, you barely suppress a whimper.
»Impatient?«, he asks - as if he didn’t know you’re always impatient.
»Mh-hm«, you murmur.
He nips at your neck with his front teeth, applying some gentle pressure, then starts sucking on your skin, coaxing a low, drawn-out sound of pleasure from you.
»Impatient for what?«, he asks - as if he didn’t know exactly what you want.
He keeps placing soft kisses and little bites along the crook of your neck while you moan and intuitively lean closer and closer, grinding against him, greedy as ever.
»You know you won’t be getting whatever it is you want until I hear you say it, right?« His breath brushes over your ear with each word, making the hairs at the back of your neck stand up in the best kind of way.
»Good lord«, you sigh. »You are exceptionally annoying today.«
»And you are desperate, little girl.« As if to prove his point, he shifts his hips ever so slightly, and before you can stop yourself, you follow his lead, trying to chase that little bit of friction that you know is all you’re getting until he has satisfied his needs and decides he’s done teasing you. »See? Utterly desperate. Therefore, I get to be as annoying as I want. You’ll still let me have my way with you, so what’s the point in playing nice?« A deceivingly soft laugh escapes his lips.
You let out a frustrated groan because you don’t want him to be right, but he is; you are desperate, just desperate enough to want him even though he’s really fucking insufferable.
He brings his lips to your neck again, alternating between light kisses, slow licks, and torturously weak bites, wandering all the way down to your shoulder, then towards your chest. He lets his front teeth dig into the soft skin of your breast ever so gently, then catches your nipple between them without actually applying any pressure.
»Goddamnit, Simón«, you curse.
»Hmmm?« He looks up at you expectantly, but soon continues to tease you with more of those thrilling, yet ultimately unsatisfying bites. At the same time, his hands come to rest on your hips, he pulls you closer, and you could swear he’s thrusting his hips towards yours, though it’s hard to tell when there’s so much going on, so much unfulfilled need clouding your perception.
»For fuck's sake, just bite me already«, you pant after a while, finally, literally trembling with need. You lean in close and catch his earlobe between your lips for a second, letting him feel the shivering breaths you’re taking in between words. »Bite me properly. Please. I can’t wait for you to drink from me.« You swallow hard; sometimes, that’s what it takes to swallow one’s pride. »And when you’re done with that, go on and fuck me, Simón. Think you can do me well enough that I’ll ask nicely without being told next time? Well enough to make me beg, even?«
For a long moment, he pauses. Just lets his head fall towards you a little bit, lips hovering over your skin, and you could swear you can feel them curve into that certain smug smile that is so typical for him. Then, they move back up towards your ear, blessing you with pleasant shivers all over again as he whispers: »Well, you’re in luck. Today, I am rather impatient, too.«
Before you know it, his fangs are piercing the sensitive skin of your neck, the sweetest kind of pain shooting through your body. You claw at his shoulders and arms, silently cursing him for still having that damn shirt on; some scratch marks would have looked great on him, you’re sure.
He drinks from you, one arm wrapped around your waist, holding you in place firmly as you wriggle and writhe, moan and whimper. By this point, you’re literally dripping, and you already know he will complain about the stain on his fucking fancy trousers later, so you lower yourself onto him on purpose, hoping it will at least be a stain worth bitching about.
When he pulls his fangs out of you, you feel slightly lightheaded; just enough for it to be exciting without leaving you too weak to stand up. Simón might be an arrogant asshole, but he is perfectly in control and he does know what he’s doing, you have to give him that. You hold his gaze when he looks up at you, his eyes tinted a dark, saturated red now.
»Done already?«, you pant, still buzzing with the thrill of his bite and the anticipation for what’s about to follow. A cheeky grin tugs on your lips. »Would’ve thought a big mouth like you could swallow a lot more.«
He grabs you by the throat. »Feeling especially bold today, huh?« As he starts squeezing, your face feels even hotter than before, the dizzyness getting more intense from second to second. »Cheeky little thing.«
As soon as he lets go of you, you gasp for air, the faint ringing sound of nearing unconsciousness filling your ears. You don’t say anything, and this time, you don’t have to.
Lips still wet with your blood, Simón pulls you in for a kiss, and right now, with that lovely, metallic taste transferring from his tongue to yours, you don’t even mind. If you’re being honest, his kisses are almost good enough to make you forget that you don’t usually kiss pretentious idiots like him.
Just almost.
Genre: straight-up Smut
Rating: 18+
Characters: Aina & fool_with_dream's Simón
Prompt: from this fucked up kissing meme
CN: Kink/BDSM, alcohol, kink (& implied sex) while (very slightly) intoxicated, kind of a vague hatefuck situation but not in an aggressive/mean/angry way (they're just very aware they can't stand eachother in everyday life but work very well together sexually despite those differences), spitting/mouth-to-mouth feeding of alcohol, biting, vampirism / blood drinking, general physical intimacy, D/s with some bratting, clothed Dom/naked sub, kneeling, crawling, slapping, hair pulling, tease & denial, choking, praise, kissing, some mild cursing
Author's Note: I, uhhhh. Have nothing to say for myself except this somehow escalated and idk how that happened? (Narrator voice: Rumor has it that the reason for this was that the writer of this particular piece of fiction was secretly hardcore thirsting over their friend’s OC, but surely, there are also plenty of other logical explanations that have nothing to do with the writer’s horny OC brainrot … right?) Was NOT planning on writing such a detailed scene about these two yet here we are lmao, enjoy <3 I also tried another approach to the same prompt with this ship that was more fucked-up and less regular kink/sexytimes, so I miiight finish that one too some day, stay tuned
a bloody kiss
You hate how confident he seems - sitting in his armchair, looking down at you, his voice all low and calm when he says: »Come here.«
You hate that it’s actually quite thrilling that he’s still fully clothed while you’re completely naked, that he’s seated comfortably while you’re on the floor.
And you especially hate that it’s incredibly hot when he takes a sip of the drink he’s holding in one hand while he gestures for you to come closer with the other.
Simón is an entitled, arrogant asshole, but you can’t deny that he’s almost handsome enough to make up for it, and sometimes, just sometimes, you enjoy letting him order you around more than you enjoy arguing with him.
You crawl towards him on all fours, just like he instructed. He watches with a smug smile, probably well aware of that treacherous little blush that's making your cheeks burn with both humiliation and desire. You only stop once you’re right in front of him, so close you could easily touch him if you were allowed; then, you wait, averting your gaze while your thoughts are racing.
Wordlessly, he puts one finger under your chin and turns your face back towards him until your gaze meets his. It’s the long, intense kind of eye contact that accelerates heartbeats and intensifies blushes; the kind of eye contact that makes you drip, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s doing that on purpose.
»Want a sip?«, he asks, drawing small circles with the glass in his other hand to draw your attention to it.
You watch the amber liquid swirl around for a moment, then nod. You could really use a sip of alcohol right now.
Simón raises an eyebrow. »I can’t hear you, dear.«
You roll your eyes - and immediately earn yourself a sharp slap across the cheek. The first one for today, but surely not the last, going by your previous nights spent together.
»Do you want a sip or not?«, he asks again. His voice is still calm, but somehow sharper than before. He won’t ask a third time.
You bite the inside of your cheek. »Yes, please.«
»Alright.« He looks down at you for a long moment, apparently pondering. »Open your mouth.«
You blink at him, brow furrowed. »What? Why would I-«
»Do what you’re told and you’ll get what you want, sweetheart.«
You bite down a sassy remark and open your mouth instead. When he pulls your head back, fingers tangled in your hair, you catch yourself gasping, immediately craving more.
You didn’t even realize he took a sip from his glass, when suddenly, he brings his face closer to yours, letting the alcohol spill from his mouth for you to catch. A surprised noise escapes your lips, but, without thinking, you greedily drink up, licking the last drops from his chin and lips.
»Good girl«, he praises, his voice so beautiful and smooth you could almost forgive his condescending tone. »Now climb on my lap, will you?«
A question he never has to ask twice. His lap is, much to your frustration, a very nice place to sit, and even better when he’s already getting hard beneath the fabric of his trousers, which gives you something to grind against. You already know that he will make you wait, he always does, so until he’s done playing his usual games, you’ll happily take any semblance of stimulation you can get.
It doesn’t take long for him to pull you close by the waist with one hand and tangle the other in your hair again, gently tilting your head so your neck is exposed. When did he put his drink down, anyway? You can’t recall, didn’t notice. You shiver at the sensation of his cool breath on your warm skin, and when he traces your jawline with the tip of his tongue, you barely suppress a whimper.
»Impatient?«, he asks - as if he didn’t know you’re always impatient.
»Mh-hm«, you murmur.
He nips at your neck with his front teeth, applying some gentle pressure, then starts sucking on your skin, coaxing a low, drawn-out sound of pleasure from you.
»Impatient for what?«, he asks - as if he didn’t know exactly what you want.
He keeps placing soft kisses and little bites along the crook of your neck while you moan and intuitively lean closer and closer, grinding against him, greedy as ever.
»You know you won’t be getting whatever it is you want until I hear you say it, right?« His breath brushes over your ear with each word, making the hairs at the back of your neck stand up in the best kind of way.
»Good lord«, you sigh. »You are exceptionally annoying today.«
»And you are desperate, little girl.« As if to prove his point, he shifts his hips ever so slightly, and before you can stop yourself, you follow his lead, trying to chase that little bit of friction that you know is all you’re getting until he has satisfied his needs and decides he’s done teasing you. »See? Utterly desperate. Therefore, I get to be as annoying as I want. You’ll still let me have my way with you, so what’s the point in playing nice?« A deceivingly soft laugh escapes his lips.
You let out a frustrated groan because you don’t want him to be right, but he is; you are desperate, just desperate enough to want him even though he’s really fucking insufferable.
He brings his lips to your neck again, alternating between light kisses, slow licks, and torturously weak bites, wandering all the way down to your shoulder, then towards your chest. He lets his front teeth dig into the soft skin of your breast ever so gently, then catches your nipple between them without actually applying any pressure.
»Goddamnit, Simón«, you curse.
»Hmmm?« He looks up at you expectantly, but soon continues to tease you with more of those thrilling, yet ultimately unsatisfying bites. At the same time, his hands come to rest on your hips, he pulls you closer, and you could swear he’s thrusting his hips towards yours, though it’s hard to tell when there’s so much going on, so much unfulfilled need clouding your perception.
»For fuck's sake, just bite me already«, you pant after a while, finally, literally trembling with need. You lean in close and catch his earlobe between your lips for a second, letting him feel the shivering breaths you’re taking in between words. »Bite me properly. Please. I can’t wait for you to drink from me.« You swallow hard; sometimes, that’s what it takes to swallow one’s pride. »And when you’re done with that, go on and fuck me, Simón. Think you can do me well enough that I’ll ask nicely without being told next time? Well enough to make me beg, even?«
For a long moment, he pauses. Just lets his head fall towards you a little bit, lips hovering over your skin, and you could swear you can feel them curve into that certain smug smile that is so typical for him. Then, they move back up towards your ear, blessing you with pleasant shivers all over again as he whispers: »Well, you’re in luck. Today, I am rather impatient, too.«
Before you know it, his fangs are piercing the sensitive skin of your neck, the sweetest kind of pain shooting through your body. You claw at his shoulders and arms, silently cursing him for still having that damn shirt on; some scratch marks would have looked great on him, you’re sure.
He drinks from you, one arm wrapped around your waist, holding you in place firmly as you wriggle and writhe, moan and whimper. By this point, you’re literally dripping, and you already know he will complain about the stain on his fucking fancy trousers later, so you lower yourself onto him on purpose, hoping it will at least be a stain worth bitching about.
When he pulls his fangs out of you, you feel slightly lightheaded; just enough for it to be exciting without leaving you too weak to stand up. Simón might be an arrogant asshole, but he is perfectly in control and he does know what he’s doing, you have to give him that. You hold his gaze when he looks up at you, his eyes tinted a dark, saturated red now.
»Done already?«, you pant, still buzzing with the thrill of his bite and the anticipation for what’s about to follow. A cheeky grin tugs on your lips. »Would’ve thought a big mouth like you could swallow a lot more.«
He grabs you by the throat. »Feeling especially bold today, huh?« As he starts squeezing, your face feels even hotter than before, the dizzyness getting more intense from second to second. »Cheeky little thing.«
As soon as he lets go of you, you gasp for air, the faint ringing sound of nearing unconsciousness filling your ears. You don’t say anything, and this time, you don’t have to.
Lips still wet with your blood, Simón pulls you in for a kiss, and right now, with that lovely, metallic taste transferring from his tongue to yours, you don’t even mind. If you’re being honest, his kisses are almost good enough to make you forget that you don’t usually kiss pretentious idiots like him.
Just almost.