Finally

*This is my Fourth Wing fanfiction... My partner read these books first and when I finally started I was instantly hooked. I've gotten some extraneous information from Tiktok memes, but paused halfway through chapter 29 cause I wanted to get this out of my head first. This is MY fantasy, and if it's canonically wrong I'm-so-sorry-please-don't-be-mean-to-me this story just inspired something in me I haven't felt in a while. Enjoy. 😈

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“Whats wrong, Violence?” He smirked, “feeling a little… out of control?”


All I could see was that beautiful mouth, the rest of his perfect face hidden in swirling shadows; but that taunting smile set me on fire. Tonight I wasn’t going to let him get away with it though, I was ready to take what I wanted. I felt my hands in his hair as his mouth got closer, then his tongue stroking mine. I wrapped my legs around his torso, and pressed my back against the cold stone of the wall, the snowfall soft against my heated skin. I tossed my head back as his lips ran down my neck and

…

opened my eyes to my bedroom ceiling. “Fuckkk,” I groaned. “Again, Tairn?” He chuffed dismissively in my mind, it almost sounding like a laugh. I rolled over and pulled a pillow over my head, though I knew that would do nothing to dampen the connection. As another wave of heat rolled through me, I gritted my teeth and clenched my thighs, grinding into the mattress. I sighed, slipping a hand between my legs. But that didn’t last long. It felt a little weird, and I could tell almost as soon as I started that it wouldn’t slake a hunger like this. I needed something different. A distraction. I flung myself out of bed and hurriedly pulled up my leggings. Since I couldn’t sleep through this, I might as well walk it off. 

I opened the door as quietly as I could and ran straight into a broad chest. I gasped and snapped my head up to see Xaden looking as wide eyed and embarrassed as I had ever seen him. For a moment we just stared at each other, agape, then I cocked my head, “Can I help you?”

“I… What are you doing out of bed?” He stammered.

I smirked. “I could ask you the same question.”

“I just… wanted to check on you… because…”

Another wave of lust coursed through me, forcing me to bite my lips. He rolled his neck, shaking his head.

“No smoking tonight?” My voice sounded strained.

His eyes traveled down my body, “…no.” 

I couldn’t tell if that was in answer to my question or an admonition to himself.

He met my eyes, “We should go to bed…” My jaw dropped slightly, but he recovered, “Our separate beds.”

I held his gaze, nodding, “We should.”

He took a deep breath, and finished stiffly, “Good night then, Sorrengail.”

I laughed, “Good night.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, “What?”

I opened the door behind me and backed through it, holding it wide, “I just think it’s a little funny that such a small, frail first year still makes you so nervous.”

His jaw ticked and he appraised me, then suddenly strode forward, closing the distance between us. My arms fell to my sides, and he flicked his wrist, closing the door behind him. “Nervous isn’t what I’d call it.”

I was frozen. The playful banter was one thing, but now this man was standing in my bedroom. He arched an eyebrow as he looked down at me, but then his expression softened, unsure. He glanced at the floor and then back at my face. “If you want me to leave I can go,” he whispered.

I bit my lip as I searched his face, trying to pinpoint what I really wanted. His onyx eyes stared down at me, different than how they usually did, this time filled with a warm longing.

“No.” I spoke softly.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he drew a long, slow breath… “Okay.” And he waited.

I took in all the details of him I had noticed a thousand times before, then reached up to cup his face. He closed his eyes, softening into my touch. I stood on my tiptoes, and pressed my lips to his.

Though all our previous kisses and been hard and frantic, this was slow, tender, exploring. At least at first. It only took as long as his first exhale into my mouth before the heat between us started to build and I pressed my tongue into his with a hunger that I was more than ready to sate.

I pulled off his shirt quickly, my fingertips trembling as they ran up his torso. He shook his curls loose of the fabric and I tossed it aside, my eyes hungrily running down his muscled chest. He licked his lips as he gazed down at me, enjoying my attention. Then, with a gentle hand on my shoulder, turned me away from him. I couldn’t help it and immediately backed up, pressing my body into his. He grunted his appreciation and began running his hands over my body as I writhed against his warmth. He’d never touched me like this before, and the excitement of feeling his hands on me set me even more on edge. “Stay there,” he murmured in a low voice as he took a step back from me and hurriedly began to work at the laces of my corset.

It fell away from me and was immediately followed by my undershirt being pulled up over my head. He pressed his body to mine once more, skin to skin as he leaned over the top of me, nuzzling into my ear as he squeezed and massaged my breasts. My thighs clenched and I turned to face him, our eyes each hungrily raking over the other, before grabbing the back of his head and pulling him to me. Our lips locked, I jumped into his arms, grinning at the feel of his fingertips pressed into my thighs. I was vaguely aware of him moving, carrying me, and then slowly and ever so gently lowering us down to my bed. I grew almost dizzy at the motion, and as soon as my back touched the mattress, groaned and pushed my hips into his.

He made a noise somewhere between a laugh and a moan as he began working his way down my body; my fingers in his hair, pulling him close to me. Still thrusting into him, I couldn’t help it as he alternated needy kisses and long licks across my skin. I pressed up a bit onto my elbows so I could watch and swore at the visual of his tongue curling at one of my nipples. His eyes flicked to mine and squinted in a smile as he kept to his descent, adding in the gentle bite of his teeth.

He got to my waistband and sat up. Pausing and raising an eyebrow at me, asking for permission. In response, I barred my teeth and raised my hips, the corners of his mouth twitching as he pulled at the leathers and I wriggled out of them.

My legs closed once they were off though, suddenly shy. He kept his eyes on my face and ran his hands up the outside of my thighs before coming to a rest on my knees. We just looked at each other a moment, then I felt another wave of heat and my legs dropped open. He held fast to my face until I cocked my head and his gaze finally fell, the air leaving his lungs in a groan as he drank me in. I snickered in pride and sucked a breath through my teeth, thrusting my hips at him once more.

His eyes were back on mine as he leaned forward and worked his mouth down my thighs. Switching back and forth, licking, kissing, nearly drooling as he ran his tongue in long, slow licks over my skin. My vision almost glazed over and I panted at seeing him like his; his stern aloofness gone, kneeling and needy… for me.

He got to my center and pulled his head back, reaching towards me. With gentle thumbs he parted my lips, his eyes sparkling as he examined every inch of me. I shuddered at the exploration and felt my pussy twitch. “Xaden…” I pleaded. His gaze met mine for a moment, then he closed his eyes and leaned forward.

I gasped at the warm softness of his mouth. With so much heat between us, I would have assumed he’d have devoured me eagerly, his hunger making him rough and aggressive, but he teased my pussy gently, almost lovingly, my authentic pleasure the obvious forethought in his mind. He groaned and my eyes travelled down his body, noticing the telltale flexion of his hips. He was grinding his cock into my bed. Fuck that was hot. I let my head fall back and curled my fingers in his hair.

His soft lapping at my clit was just enough in every way I wanted. He kept me at a height of pleasure so I stayed still yet was constantly chasing more. Open and soft, my trembling thighs spread wide, moving my body with his. The build to my peak was gradual but consistent, no backtracking. Gods, he was good at this. “Wow,” escaped my lips in a moan and he chuckled into me without missing a beat. My panting grew deeper and I gave myself fully over to his mouth, feeling a surge of heat roll through, tingling my fingertips.

He started a bit and pulled back, me lifting myself onto my elbows to see why he had stopped. His brow was furrowed as he looked at me, his eyes still dark with lust, but waiting. “Ground, Violence,” he commanded, and I swore, tossing my head back and squeezing my eyes shut. I measured my breathing, focusing on the smell of parchment and the feel of stone under my boots as I pictured the door and watched it close.

My heart rate slowed, I opened my eyes to see him still looking at me as he ran first one finger then another over his tongue, leaving them dripping. I swallowed and the corners of his mouth turned up. I heard his ‘Good girl’ in my head, though his lips didn’t move. His gaze dropped as he slid one finger in me slowly, my own wetness easily coating his already drenched finger. I gasped and my eyelids fluttered as it was followed by the second, of course he found my spot immediately with no searching. I took him easily, but he still groaned at feeling me squeeze around him as he curled them up towards my belly.

I moaned, rocking my hips towards him and he dipped his head to resume his oral administrations on my pussy. This time was more insistent, him grunting eagerly as he licked and sucked at my clit while he fucked me with his hand. I knew this wouldn’t take long and the thought that I was going to let him make me cum nearly made me dizzy. So I laid back and let him; my hands touching every part of him I could reach… my fingers scratching at his scalp, pulling at his strong arms and shoulders as he held me to his face.

I didn’t say anything when I came, just bit my lips to keep from crying out too loud. He took me through it, finishing with the softest of licks and kisses, making me shiver. He pulled his fingers out and sucked them clean; not looking at me to show off, solely for himself. I blushed at this private tasting of me and looked away. He adjusted his position between my legs, resting his head on my belly, tracing gentle patterns on my hip with his fingertips.

We just lie like that for a few minutes, content with caressing each other, but soon his stroking gave way to kisses slowly inching their way back between my legs. I grinned and bucked my hips, “Get up.”

He shifted his gaze to mine, softly smiling, his beautiful mouth a little swollen, “Hmm?”

“Get up,” I said, more emphatic this time. His eyes narrowed a bit but he obliged, raising himself to his knees. I followed, leaning forward and bowed my head against his chest, my fingers working at the laces of his trousers. “You don’t have to do that,” he whispered. I leaned my head back to look up at him, our faces inches from each other. “Take off your pants, Xaden,” I said simply.

He raised an eyebrow at me, then pushed himself off the bed, standing at the foot of it. He paused there, letting me look at him. His broad muscled chest, the rebellion relic swirling up his arm, the definition of his abdomen ending in a deep V and patch of hair. I widened my eyes innocently, and he narrowed his with a wry smirk, leaning forward to push at his waistband. He stood back up, setting his jaw, and I audibly gulped as his half hard cock twitched in front of me.

He laughed softly and I winced in embarrassment at my body’s betrayal. He looked down at himself, making it bounce again, then back up at me, biting his lip to stifle a smile. “No worries if you’ve changed your mind.”

I licked my lips and crawled to him, kneeling at the foot of the bed and running my hands up the outside of his thighs, gripping his hips once I reached them. I gazed up at him and saw that the smile was gone, him looking down at me with a mixture of want and… nerves? Trepidation? The corners of my mouth twitched in a little smirk and I dropped my eyes, his cock now fully hard. I grasped the base of it with gentle hands and heard his intake of breath above me, then gathered the saliva in my mouth and ran my tongue along the length of him.

“Violet…” he groaned. He’d never said my name like that before. I licked my lips and opened them over him, letting him slip inside, whimpering at the sweet taste of his precum. “Fuck,” he whispered. I worked him over with my mouth, playing with it, licking every inch of him. My mouth watering, starting to drool, I pressed him into my throat, holding him there until I was certain he was coated in me. He moaned and I slid back to the tip, letting my juices slick my hands, stroking over the length of him.

His hands found the back of my head and gently massaged into my scalp, my braid already loose from when he had me on my back. He didn’t guide or force me, just gently rocked his hips into my mouth like he was holding back from fully fucking my face. Not that he needed to… I was lost in him. The scent of his sweat with that bit of mint was intoxicating, the velvet soft feel of his cock on my tongue, the sweet, salty, bitter taste of his fluids mixing with mine rolled my eyes. Just hearing him like this would have drove me wild. A cross between a pant, a groan, and a whimper, controlling his pleasure like this felt so incredibly powerful. I devoured him, working him over with hands, and lips, and tongue.

I dipped low, stroking the length of his cock as I lavished affection on his balls and gazed up at him. He stared down at me, eyes wide, jaw dropped. I smiled in spite of myself and slipped his cock back into my mouth, pressing it into my throat to hide the giggles. He spoke to me; his words strained, “I’m getting… fuck Vi… is this all you want? Cause…”

I sucked off the head and looked at him, us both trying to catch our breath. He watched me as I moved backward on the bed, leaned back onto my elbows, and spread my legs. It was like a fire sparked inside of him. His lip curled almost in a snarl, and he dove forward, crawling quickly on top of me. He pressed his lips to my skin, kissing, biting, licking, sucking anywhere he could reach - my mouth, my face, my neck, my chest, my ears. His cock wasn’t in me, but he thrust anyway, still slick from my spit, rubbing himself over my wetness.

I arched into him, loving the feel of him against me, and the lust that having his cock so close to my pussy inspired. He worked his shaft up and down against my cunt, and it was almost enough for us, like we could’ve both finished this way if we’d just spent the time here, but I wanted more.

I fucked back into him harder, trying to work us into just the right spot, but I was so wet I lacked purchase, and my intensity only seemed to spur him on as well. I licked my hand and reached down between us, and he paused, leaning on an elbow and raising his head to look at me. He moaned when I grasped his cock, and sucked in a breath when I placed him at my entrance, lifting my hips to guide him inside me.

I was ready, and would have accommodated him almost painlessly even if he had rushed, but he went so slowly for me; giving me a chance to adjust to each additional inch of him. I was the one who increased the speed, fucking up into him until he was certain I needed more. I swooned when he finally started thrusting into me, and after a few moments, moved to get my legs over his shoulders. He let me, grinning at having me pinned underneath him. Seeing my slender calves over his muscled shoulders made my heart race even faster.

My eyes rolled back and I cried out at the first push deeper into me, feeling the butterflies of my gspot and the deep ache of my body making room for his length. I gripped his forearms and shut my eyes, focusing on my own pleasure. He fucked into me and I bit my lips, stifling my moans as he built me back to my peak, feeling like if I talked too much it would break the magic, and I wanted to cum on his cock even more than I’d wanted to come undone on his face.

I gasped as I felt myself start to go over the edge, curling up to bury my face in his skin, teeth nipping, tasting his sweat. I fell back laughing and swearing, and he slowed his pace, reaching down to press his lips to mine.

I kissed back a bit then moved an arm behind myself, pushing us both up. He let me roll him over, hands on my hips to keep himself inside me. He gazed up at my face and raised an eyebrow, and my eyes raked all over his body. I just enjoyed being on top of him for a minute, circling my hips to press him deeper inside me, running my hands over my body and his. Then I leaned forward, his head between my arms, and fucked myself over the length of his cock.

I broke into a smile at his fluttering eyelids, the moan of his exhale. He gripped my hips tighter, helping me balance, but letting me set the rhythm. “That’s it, Violence,” he murmured under his breath. His eyes were closed now and I stared down at him, teeth gritted, working my body for his pleasure, drinking in every expression that crossed his face.

His eyes slowly opened and I couldn’t help but smile. He tried to speak but struggled, “I…” I breathed out an interruption, not breaking stride, “Mmmhmm.” He pressed his lips together and nodded, digging his fingers into my skin as he thrust up into me. I felt him flood me as I squeezed around him, him panting as it ran down his length and pooled in my sheets. He released my hips, grabbing the back of my head and kissing me deeply..

Our embrace dissolved into nuzzling, us both gasping as I lifted off of him to move to the side and curl up ins arms. He was so warm against me, and my lust quickly softened into something sleepier, his gentle forehead kisses almost like a drug. His breathing slowed and I pulled a blanket over us, snuggling up. As I drifted off I almost thought I heard Tairn… I couldn’t quite make it out and didn’t care enough to try, but it sounded like, “Finally.”

Finally was right.