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athenamikaelson · 2 months ago

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Klaus Mikaelson X Soulmate!Reader x Elijah Mikaelson Ch. 26

Word Count- 4.8k

Warnings- ARSON, swearing, mentions of sex and threesomes

“Wait so Theo tried giving my brothers the sex talk?”

I tighten my jacket as I cringe at Rebekah’s question. The blonde original walks beside me past construction workers and townspeople as we make our way over to Wickey Bridge.

“I wish I was joking. He’s so corny.”

Rebekah lets out a chuckle, “And let me guess, my brothers sat down and listened.”

I let out a sigh, “Every second of it.”

“What happened after you kicked Theo out?”

I frown as I recall last night, “Nothing. Like… literally nothing. Theo went to his room and then Klaus and Elijah stood up and then Elijah wished me a good night, and then they just left,” I raise my hands in defeat and Rebekah rolls her eyes.

“Well what did you want to happen,” I close my mouth as I hear Rebekah’s tone and see the smirk on her face.

“Nothing…shut up.”

Rebekah shakes her head, “Then you have nothing to complain about,” She eyes me, “Right?”

I eye her back and nod, “Yep. Nothing at all.”

Rebekah rolls her eyes at me and mutters something quietly under her breath before wrapping her arm in mine and dragging me toward Carol Lockwood.

“Why are we here anyways,” I shake slightly as a brush of wind hits my face, “It’s cold. And there’s too many people here.”

“I told you in the car, I need some information. We’ll leave as soon as I get it.”

Rebekah leads us to Carol who plasters a huge fake smile as soon as she sees the Original and it slightly dampers when his eyes meet mine and I fight the urge to roll my own.

“Rebekah and…Y/n,” Her tone tightens as she says my name, “What a pleasure you’re both here! How can I help you?”

Before Rebekah can respond I spot a refreshments table and untangle my arm from Bekah’s. She frowns at me but when I point towards the drinks she nods, going back to talk to Carol.

I’d rather lobotomize myself than have a conversation with that woman.

—

I blow out a breath as I nurse the styrofoam cup filled with cocoa in my hands. The warmth momentarily giving my hands some much-needed heat.

“Pukey, you hear with Barbie Klaus I presume?”

I turn around and my eyes meet Damon’s blue ones.

“Sadly, yes.”

My attention strays to a pretty red-headed woman who stands beside him, an amused smile comes over her face as she gives me a once over.

“Pukey?”

“It’s Y/n.”

She blinks as she hears my name and something momentarily shifts in her gaze, and then her smile turns into a small smirk that unsettles me.

She reaches out her hand for me to shake but Damon pushes it down.

“Touching is a big no-go for Pukey,” He says and I fight back a small smile.

I turn my gaze back to the woman, “And your name?”

She smiles, “Sage. My name is Sage.”

No way. Not possible. Too easy. This can’t be Sage Sage. Finn’s Sage?!

“Rightttt,” I twiddle my thumbs trying to act casual, “And um how exactly do you know Damon?” “He used to be a student of mine.”

Damon smirks, “A longgggg time ago.”

Be casual Y/n. CASUAL.

“How old are you?”

Sage raises an amused brow, “Hasn’t anyone ever told you you should never ask a woman her age.”

“Well, I think that only applies to women who actually age,” I mutter and I see Damon roll his eyes.

“I’m a little over 900 years old. But, who's counting,” Her response has my stomach flipping and I’m fighting the urge to test if I can do a backflip. IT IS HER.

I mean it’s got to be, right? There can’t be that many 900-year-old vampires named Sage.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” Our attention is turned toward Bekah who joins us. An annoyed look is plastered on her face as she stares at Sage.

“Easy there Rebekah,” Damon chides, “She used to beat men for sport.”

“That’s a hobby I need to get into,” I remark and Sage sends me a smirk.

“She always was quite common,” Rebekah says. Oh yikes.

“Rebekah, what a happy surprise,” Sage responds.

“What are you doing here, Sage?”

“Well, I hear Finn was finally freed from that casket your rageaholic brother Klaus carted him around in.”

Ohhh. Yet another fan of my man.

“I wouldn’t be too harsh on my brother in front of Y/n here. I’ve heard soulmates have a tendency to get quite prickly when their other half is insulted. Not that you’d know,” Rebekah smirks, and I cringe and silently curse at her as everyone’s attentions go to me.

“I thought your name sounded familiar,” Sage eyes me and within a second Damon positions himself in front of me.

“Touching Pukey is a death sentence, Sage. I would advise against it,” Damon eyes the woman and she rolls her own.

“I’m not stupid enough to do that. But let’s be serious Damon I taught you everything you know. You can’t beat me.”

I position myself so I can see Damon’s face, “Oh, it’s not me you should be worried about. Yes, Pukey here is under my protection, but I’m not the one who would torture you until you're begging for your death. That falls upon…well let’s see,” He picks up his hand and starts counting on his fingers, “Klaus “The Great Evil” Mikeaelson, his noble brother Elijah, the annoying one Kol, Barbie over here, and last but not least your boy toy Finn. Along with all the other supernaturals of Mystic Falls.”

Sage looks from Damon to Bekah who just nods in agreement, “I hate to agree with the bastard but he’s telling the truth. Going against Y/n is going against the Mikaelsons.”

Sage clears her throat, “Well it’s a good thing I mean her no harm then.”

“Yep…sure is,” I mutter.

“Now where can I find Finn?”

“Probably somewhere forgetting all about you,” Rebekah remarks and then reaches over and wraps her arm in mind, “Come, I’ll buy us lunch.”

Before Bekah can fully pull me away I lean towards Sage, “Have Damon give you my number and I can help you.”

Sage’s eyebrows furrow but she still nods.

—

Well, that was a bust.

Rebekah canceled our lunch once she got into the car. After talking to Damon and Sage, Rebekah told me she had forgotten her coat and would meet me back at her car. But when she came back 10 minutes later she was more annoyed and volatile than usual, muttering something about Damon being a dick and other profanities. She apologized to me and said she’d have to rain-check our lunch date to a time when she didn’t feel like murdering everyone around her. I told her not to worry about it and that I wasn’t hungry.

I lied. I’m fucking starving and now I’m home looking at a bare fridge since my mother hasn’t gone grocery shopping in however long. I don’t want to have to go out and get something but at this point, it’s either go and deal with people at the grocery store or starve.

Starving might be better.

I grab my keys though when I realize that Theo still needs to eat dinner. I fling open the front door and- FUCK!

“Fuck me!”

“I’ve been trying, Luv.”

My eyes narrow and my cheeks warm as I stare at Klaus who is watching me with a soft smirk.

“What the hell are you doing here,” I huff out and clutch my chest.

“Well, it’s good to see you as well,” The hybrid replies sarcastically.

I give him a deadpan look and he rolls his eyes.

“My dear sister told me she had to cancel lunch with you so I thought I would ask you if you would accompany me instead.”

I feel a small smile make its way onto my face, “Are you asking me on a date?”

Klaus eyes me for a moment before turning his attention to the chipping white paint of the front door frame.

“I suppose.”

“Damn, don’t sound too excited,” I mutter sarcastically.

Klaus huffs and looks back at me, “That’s not what I…I just meant that” A look of frustration comes over his face while I watch in amusement.

“For being as old as you are you would think you’d be better at this whole date thing,” I smirk at him.

“Well none of the ones before ever mattered the way you do,” Klaus seems to respond without thinking.

I wring my hands and Klaus and I eye each other for a moment before I look away.

“Well, sadly I can’t go out for lunch since my fantastic mother seems to have forgotten to get any groceries for our house. Which means once again I have to go out and get them myself.”

A wave of sadness washes over me and I look to see Klaus’ shoulders drop slightly.

` “But��if you want to come,” I point towards my car, “Shopping with me. I could always have your super strength carry the bags.”

I doubt a one-thousand-year-old hybrid wants to spend his afternoon grocery shopping when he has enemies to fight and-

“I’ll come.”

—

“Princess, I’m immortal and yet with the way you’re driving I fear for my life,” Klaus’ voice comes out sarcastically but with the way I can see him frantically eyeing the road from his position in the passenger seat, I don’t think he’s joking.

I press my foot on the gas as I pass an old woman in a red Ford, “You’re being dramatic. Look we’re here.”

Forgetting my blinker, I whip my car into the small grocery store parking lot and slam it into park.

“See we’re here,” I turn to smile at Klaus but I find him staring wide-eyed at me.

“Is this how you drive all the time?”

I shrug, take the keys out of the ignition, and open my door, “I’ve got places to be, why would I wait in traffic?”

Klaus gets out of the car as well and meets me at the trunk as we begin to walk into the small grocery store, “You passed 4 cars in a 10-minute drive.”

“They were going too slow.”

“You were going 20 over the speed limit,” Klaus’ frustrated voice makes me laugh.

Klaus is quiet for a moment as we reach the automatic door. I turn to him and question and it takes him a second to snap out of whatever stupor he was in.

“What was that all about,” I ask as I grab a cart and lean the front of my body on it.

“Nothing,” Klaus denies as we pass an elderly couple arguing over bananas, “I just don’t get to hear your laugh very often.”

I shrug and smirk at him as we approach the produce section, “Ever think it might just be because you’re not as funny as you think you are?”

“Nope,” Klaus says as he grabs a produce bag and hands it to me.

“Of course not.”

` The bickering couple and the overhead music of an old pop song are the only things heard as I put different fruits and vegetables into plastic bags as Klaus follows behind me. Every time one of my bags gets full Klaus is right there with another. I stare at the cart momentarily and nod.

“I think that's all for produce,” Klaus walks beside me, looks down at the cart, and nods as well.

“What next?”

I stop for a moment and look up at the man everyone else in this town is terrified of and laugh under my breath before turning back towards the cart, pushing it towards the dairy section.

“What was that,” Klaus points a finger at me.

“I just find this funny,” I say simply.

“Find what funny?”

“You,” I grab a gallon of milk when we hit the aisle, “Being here. Grocery shopping. Everyone else in this town is probably trying to plan your demise and here you are shopping for 2% Low-fat milk,” I say as I put the milk in the cart.

“Well, personally I prefer 1%,” His sarcastic reply has me shaking my head, “And yes I know your little friends our out there planning my great demise but…until my death is imminent, which it isn’t if domestic shopping is what you and I do together than,” He grabs a bottle of $3 wine off the shelf and glances at it for a moment before cringing in disgust and putting it back, “Than that’s what we shall do.”

I think about his words as we walk through the store and grab other items, from cereal to pasta, and random snacks, and from time to time, Klaus will throw in his own items.

I lift on my tip toes as I try to grab the sauce can that is on the very top shelf. I hear Klaus mutter a laugh from behind me before I feel his hand place itself on my upper waist to move me out of the way.

“Is it really that hard for you to ask for help,” He comments as he grabs the can with ease and places it into the cart.

“Yes.”

Klaus rolls his eyes but the ghost of a smile on his lips tells me he was already certain of what my answer would be.

I turn back towards the cart and sigh, “I think that’s it.”

Klaus nods and follows behind me as we walk towards the checkout line.

—

“Oh come on, Theo!”

I growl and Klaus, who is putting all the groceries from the cart and onto the checkout stand instantly looks up.

“What’s wrong?”

“Theo just asked me to get his stupid gummy worms,” I look at the cashier clerk, who is slowly ringing in each item, and then look to Klaus.

“Can you-”

“Go,” Is all he says and I’m running towards the candy aisle to find Theo’s stupid ass gummies.

After way too long I find them squished in between some chocolate and peanuts and run back towards the checkout line where the clerk is giving Klaus a dirty look, but he doesn’t seem to notice or care.

I look at all our bagged groceries and swear under my breath, giving the gummies to the clerk.

“Sorry for the hold-up,” I apologize and I hear a scratchy laugh from behind me.

I turn to see the old woman and man from before waiting in line behind us. She smiles thoughtfully as she leans towards me.

“You’ve got a good man here,” She points to Klaus who is clearly pretending not to eavesdrop, “She kept telling him he had to pay and you’d just have to go back at the end of the line but he wouldn’t budge.”

I turn to look at Klaus but frown when I see him swipe his card through the reader.

“Dude!”

Klaus punches in his pin and just shrugs, “You’re friend over there is still talking to you.”

“He even pays for you,” I turn back to the woman who is looking dreamily at Klaus and if she were 50 years younger I’d probably fight her for looking at him that way. Might still now.

“I have to drag my old bastard here by the ear just to get him up in the morning, let alone to the store with me,” She points to the man beside her who rolls his eyes before placing a kiss on her cheek.

“Love you too, My Everly,” The man says as he puts their groceries on the stand. And even though the woman tries to play it tough the look of love and admiration she has in her eyes gives her true feelings away.

“Married for 47 years and he still knows how to get on every one of my nerves,” She mutters lovingly, “Make sure to keep that one though. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a man look at a woman the way he does to you. When you have something like that child, grab it and don’t let go. And it helps that he’s quite easy on the eyes.”

I nod and bid her goodbye. I turn to Klaus who is waiting by the entrance of the store with our bagged groceries and a knowing look on his face.

“Have a good chat?”

“Oh shut up,” I mutter as I punch him in the shoulder.

“I am easy on the eyes aren’t I?”

Klaus smirks to himself while sighing, “You Mikaelsons need to work on your egos. I swear to God.”

“All of our egos are very much healthy and intact, thank you very much.”

“Ya…that’s the problem.”

—

“Cans go in that shelf over there, Klaus,” I point to the middle shelf right in front of Klaus and he nods, putting the cans of vegetables into the cabinet.

We got back home 20 minutes ago and after Klaus helped me lug all the groceries in, the ones he paid for, he then just started unloading them and placing them into cabinets and the fridge. It’s been almost comical to watch Klaus’ tall frame try to maneuver around in my tiny kitchen, but somehow he’s managed.

“Remind me to buy you a bigger house,” I hear him mutter and I laugh.

“Yes, please do. And make sure it has a big ass library,” I point at him, “Oh! And I want one of those built-in window chairs, so I can read while seeing the stars at night,” I nod at him jokingly but as I stare at the look on his face I freeze.

“That was a joke, Klaus. I know what you’re thinking,” I put my finger in his face and he gives me an innocent look, “Don’t you dare buy me a house. I’ve come to learn how you Mikaelsons like to throw your money around and I don’t want any part of it.”

Klaus gives me an upside-down smile and nods.

“Oh! That reminds me,” I grab the last grocery bag and start dumping out the contents, “Remind me to give your brother back the expensive ass jewelry he gave me for the ball.”

Klaus grabs a loaf of bread and places it in the bread box, “Good luck with that, Luv. My brother can be more stubborn than I am when it comes to you.”

I put a hand on my hip, “Elijah? Stubborn? I highly doubt that.”

The kitchen is quiet for a moment before a loud laugh comes out of Klaus’ mouth. I pause what I’m doing and find myself smiling as I watch the pretty man in front of me.

“Luv,” Klaus manages to get out between laughs, “The only reason you haven’t seen that side of my older brother is because he hasn’t let you…or really doesn’t want you to see that side of him. Don’t get me wrong, Elijah is noble,” Klaus rolls his eyes, “Annoyingly so. But he is also the pettiest being I have come across in over a thousand years. There is no one I know that will play dirtier than him when it comes to protecting the people he cares about. And you luv,” Klaus takes a step closer to me so he can reach out to grab a piece of my hair and twirl it between his fingers, “Are at the top of his list of loved ones.”

—-

“Well this was almost not horrible,” I tell Klaus as I walk him to the front door.

Klaus snorts sarcastically, “And that was almost a compliment. You and I are making great progress.”

I roll my eyes and open the door for him and his smirk drops, “But in all honesty, Y/n… I-,” Klaus pauses as if he’s having a hard time trying to find the words.

“Me too Klaus. Thank you for coming with me today. It was nice not having to do it by myself like usual.”

Klaus smiles, “You know I could always hire someone to do your shopping for you.”

I raise an eyebrow, “You mean compel someone?”

Klaus’ upper lip quirks, “I never said that.”

I tilt my head, “You didn’t need to.”

Klaus rolls his eyes playfully before shrugging, “Well whenever you get tired of mundane shopping let me know, Luv.”

“Goodbye, Klaus,” I push him outside and he lets me.

“Goodbye, Luv.”

—

“Who is this?”

I pad around the kitchen with my bowl of ice cream as I answer an unknown call.

“Sage. Damon’s friend from earlier. You told me to get your number from him,” The feminine voice makes my eyes widen and I place my ice cream down on the counter.

“Oh! Hi! How are you?”

“Um, I’m alright. How are you,” Her tone comes out slightly confused.

“Eh, eating ice cream. What can I help you with Sage?”

“Finding my beloved, Finn.”

Oh, shit ya.

“Oh right, ya me and Finn and tight. He’s been waiting for you,” I say as I take a spoonful of ice cream and put it into my mouth.

“He has,” The hopefulness in her voice makes me smile.

“Umhm. And you didn’t hear this from me but he thinks you are his soulmate.”

Sage is quiet for a moment, “I know he’s mine. Will you help me find him?”

“Ya, sure when do you want to meet?”

“Now?”

Her rushed tone makes me pause and look at my fluffy bunny slippers, PJ shorts and my “I Heart my Turtle” shirt.

“It’s 10 pm?”

“Yes, I know… please Y/n, I’ve waited 900 years for this moment. I can’t wait another second.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose, “Um ya sure…I’ll text you my address.”

—-

“You’re not going to try to kill me right?”

Sage, who stands at the front of my door raises an eyebrow, “If I even thought about causing you harm Klaus and Elijah would be here in under a minute ripping me to shreds.”

I nod. Good Point.

“Come in.”

Sage takes a hesitant step over the threshold and into my small entryway.

“Your house is…”

I roll my eyes, “What? Quaint?”

“Homey,” Sage smiles softly, “It looks like a home,” She takes off her jacket and holds it in her arms, “The only thing that kept me going after Klaus daggered my Finn was the hope that one day he and I could have something like this… something that we could call our home.”

I fight the urge to let out a loud “awww.”

“Well then, we shouldn’t keep Finn waiting,” I grab my jacket and place it over my PJ shirt.

“Wait…”

I turn at Sage’s voice and my stomach drops when I see the guilty look on her face.

“Please tell me you're not actually going to kill me,” I raise my hands up in a fighting stance and she shakes her head.

“No, but… you’re helping me out of the kindness of your heart so I have to admit something to you…”

I stand there completely quiet and still as she goes on to tell me the information she’s done tonight. From having a threesome with Damon and Bekah (gross) to going into Bekah’s mind to learn that Wickery Bridge was actually made from the same tree that the white oak came from and that if the Salvatore’s got a hold of it they’d kill the Mikaelsons.

“So…what do we do?”

Sage shakes her head, “I don’t know.”

We stand there in silence for a moment before a Theo-level-bad-idea comes to my mind, “I’m going to propose something. But if the cops show up you’re compelling us out of there.”

Sage gives me a worried look.

—

“Ok,” I put my hands on Sage’s shoulders and positioned her in the doorway out of sight, “You stay here and I’ll go get him. When I tell you to come in, you can.”

Sage eyes my hands, “I thought you had a thing about touch? And also why can’t I just come in with you now?” I shrug, “1. After what we just did, I’d say we bonded so I feel like our relationship has progressed, and also I’m touching you over your clothes…it’s skin-to-skin that irks me. And 2. Obviously for dramatic effect.”

I excitedly turn around and whip open the front door to the Mikaelson Mansion, catching the last of Sage muttering something about me fitting right in with the Mikaelsons.

“PHINEAS!!!”

“Bloody hell, Little Doll,” A sarcastic British voice has me rolling my eyes, “We’re all immortal here. No need for the yelling.”

I turn and meet Kol’s brown eyes.

“My bad. Wheres Finn?”

“Elskan?”

“Is that Y/n?”

“Luv, miss me already?”

Elijah, Bekah, and Klaus all enter the foyer with combined looks of confusion, whilst Kol is approaching me with an amused look on his face.

“And what’s with the outfit? You have a turtle?”

I shake my head, “No.”

Kol just frowns.

Elijah, still dressed in his suit even though it’s past midnight, hastily approaches me, “Elskan what’s wrong? Are you alright?”

“Chill, Elijah,” I smile at him which seems to make him relax a bit, “I’m good. I fulfilling a duty I have for your brother.”

“For me,” Klaus’ annoying smirk is plastered on his face as his eyes roam my body.

“No,” I glare at him and point to my face, “And my face is up here.”

Klaus smiles but turns his attention back to my face.

“Y/N?”

My attention turns towards the top of the stairs where Finn is now standing and I have the fight the urge to ruin the surprise right now.

“I have something for you Finn,” I bounce on the heels of my toes and he descends the grand staircase.

“For me?”

Finn’s unsure look only makes me more excited as I nod my head hastily.

“You can come out now,” I call behind me and all the Mikaelson instantly tense up, probably thinking it’s a threat.

I don’t even have to look behind me to know Sage has entered the room because I’m looking at the utterly bewildered look on Finn’s face.

“Sage? Is that you?”

Finn takes slow steps closer to Sage and I.

“It’s me, Finn… I’ve missed you so much,” As soon as Sage says that Finn is running to embrace her.

I feel my cheeks start to hurt from smiling so hard as I watch the couple kiss, embrace, and, share quiet words with one another.

“You did this?”

I look away to find Elijah at my side with a soft expression on his face.

I nod and look back at the couple, “At the ball Finn and I talked and I told him I’d help him find Sage. I wasn’t exactly sure how I was going to do it… but she kinda just showed up thankfully. Not that Finn needs to know the last part,” I whisper to Elijah.

Elijah doesn’t respond which makes me turn back to him. Once again he has the earth-shattering look in his eyes that makes my knees feel like they’re going to buckle.

“Why are you looking at me like that,” I mutter as I try to go back to looking at Sage and Finn so I don’t have to look at him.

“Because I love you.”

Oh.

OH.

I whip my head back towards Elijah so fast I think I might’ve pulled something and stare at him wide-eyed.

“Nuh-uh.”

Elijah’s eyebrows furrow but his lip twitches letting me know he’s finding my reaction entertaining, “Nuh uh?”

“Ya, nuh uh?”

“Well, I do.”

“Nope.”

Elijah lets out a soft sigh, “You’ll accept the love I have for you one day…but even if today isn’t that day I want you to know it. That I do.”

I side-eye the man standing next to me bite down hard on my lip and nod.

“Hold up,” Kol’s annoying voice pierces the air breaking everyone from their conversations.

“What now, Kol?”

I would laugh at Klaus’ annoyed tone if it weren’t for the state of shock I’m currently in.

“Why do the two of you smell like gasoline?”

Everyone in the rooms stops, and I watch as they smell the air and then turn to Sage and I. Sage turns to me though with a raised eyebrow.

“Breaking News,” The loud voice of a newscaster comes from the living room beside us, “Mystic Falls historic Wickery Bridge, has been burned down. Police and firefighters are currently at the scene. Was this a natural fire or something more criminal? When we find out you’ll be the first to know. This is Margot Fell reporting live from Channel 9 news.”

I blink and blow out a low breath as I turn back to the Mikaelsons who already have their eyes glued on me.

“Sooo, Sage and I have something to tell you.”

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cumironi · 3 months ago

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FIRST TO ⌗POP‼’ umemiya hajime

ꨄ︎ summary : weekend, no duty, you and your boyfriend decided to spend the day in his apartment, doing nothing but tangled up in his thin, worn-out sheet that smells like him, in nothing but underwear— a head is a good way to spend the day, rightttt?

warning : established relationship, ōral ( m receiving ), dry humping, praises /kink, petnames, hair-pulling

it was a lazy sunday noon, the kind of day where time felt like it stretched endlessly. the sun spilled through the open curtains in soft, golden beams, lighting up the room in a warm glow, though the chill of the air conditioning created a striking contrast. the atmosphere was serene, quiet except for the faint hum of the tv playing in the background, though neither of you paid it any mind.

you were sprawled out on the bed, tangled up with your boyfriend, umemiya hajime. the bed was a mess of crumpled sheets, pillows tossed carelessly, and the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air. the thin white sheet draped haphazardly over your bodies, barely concealing your intertwined forms.

you wore nothing but a snug baby tee, the hem so short it flirted with the top of your waist, revealing a sliver of your skin whenever you shifted. the tee was loose enough to be comfortable but tight enough to cling to your figure, and the playful pop of color from your red panties with tiny white polka dot ruffles peeked out from under the sheet. the ruffles danced along your hips, adding a hint of sweetness to your otherwise languid and intimate state.

umemiya, lying on his back, wore only his black boxers, the fabric stretched snugly over his toned thighs. his usual sleek, slicked-back hairstyle was long forgotten; his white hair fell messily across his forehead, the disheveled strands softening his sharp, handsome features. it was rare to see him like this, unguarded and unpolished, and you found yourself staring, mesmerized by how effortlessly beautiful he looked in this unfiltered moment.

your body draped over his, half of you sprawled on the mattress and the other half pressed against him. your arm rested lazily across his chest, your fingertips lightly grazing his skin in absentminded circles. your legs were tangled with his, your thigh resting against the curve of his hip, his hand occasionally brushing against your knee as if to reassure himself you were still there.

the faint chill in the room made the warmth radiating from his body all the more comforting. you felt every rise and fall of his chest, his steady breathing creating a soothing rhythm that lulled you into a blissful daze. his scent—a mix of clean soap, a hint of mint, and something uniquely him—wrapped around you like a cocoon, grounding you in the present.

neither of you spoke, no pressure to fill the silence. the tv flickered with images and soft sounds, but it was all background noise. your attention was entirely on the way his fingers idly traced patterns along your back, his touch featherlight yet grounding. occasionally, he’d shift slightly beneath you, adjusting the sheet or pulling you closer, and you’d smile faintly, pressing your cheek against his chest.

the sunlight shifted slowly, casting dappled patterns on the walls as the day continued to unfold. the world outside seemed distant, almost irrelevant. for now, there was only this moment—two bodies tangled together, hearts beating in quiet harmony, and the unspoken understanding that this simple, unhurried intimacy was everything.

umemiya shifted slightly, the mattress dipping under his movement as he turned his head to look down at you. his gaze softened as he took in the sight of your face, calm and content, resting against his chest. the corners of his lips curled into a faint smile, a rare and intimate expression reserved only for moments like this.

his white hair fell messily across his forehead, but he made no move to fix it. instead, he dipped his head, his lips brushing tenderly against your forehead. the kiss lingered, warm and delicate, leaving behind a faint tingle on your skin. it was a quiet, affectionate gesture, one that made your heart swell despite the stillness of the moment.

his arm, which you’d been using as a pillow, was tucked snugly beneath your head. his hand slid along your bare waist, his fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns over your skin. his touch was light, almost absentminded, but it carried a sense of comfort and familiarity, like he was grounding himself in the feel of you.

“it’s unusual for you to not be demanding,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, but there was a playful fondness in his tone. his words carried a gentle challenge, paired with the faintest quirk of his brow as he gazed at you.

you could feel the rumble of his chest as he spoke, the warmth of his breath tickling the top of your head. his comment made you chuckle softly, your lips curling into a lazy smile as you tilted your face up slightly to meet his eyes. the corners of his mouth twitched further upward as he watched you, clearly amused by your rare quietness.

“what? you miss me bossing you around already?” you replied, your voice muffled against his chest but laced with humor. your fingers drummed lightly against his skin, a small reminder that your teasing streak was always there, even in moments like this.

he responded with a soft hum, the sound rumbling deep within his chest. his fingers continued to trail lazily along your waist, the touch featherlight but undeniably possessive. his expression remained nonchalant, but there was a clear mirth in his eyes, a subtle sign of the contentment he found in your quiet banter.

“not exactly,” he returned, his voice tinged with faux irritation. “just curious to see how long this calm facade can be maintained.”his hand skimmed along the length of your thigh, his touch slightly firmer than before, a playful admonition for your earlier sass.

you rolled your eyes at his words, the corners of your lips twitching in a faint smirk. “calm facade? you make me sound so dramatic,” you teased lightly, but the softness in your tone betrayed the comfort you felt.

instead of firing back with another jab, you nuzzled closer, shifting so your cheek pressed against his bare shoulder. the warmth of his skin seeped into yours, a contrast to the coolness of the room. your arms adjusted slightly, draping across his chest as if to anchor yourself to him, your fingers brushing lazily against his side.

“i’m just comfortable,” you murmured, your voice quieter now, more vulnerable in its sincerity. your breath fanned lightly against his shoulder, your words melting into the shared quiet of the room. “you’re so warm, and everything just feels… nice.”

umemiya chuckled softly, the sound low and resonant, his chest vibrating beneath you. he shifted once more, repositioning his arm so that it looped around your back, pulling you closer against him. his hand grazed along the exposed skin at the dip of your waist, his touch tender and affectionate.

“just when i thought you might finally be quiet for once,” he teased back, his voice soft and warm. “now you’re going to shower me with compliments, too?” he leaned down to press a gentle kiss against your temple, his lips lingering against your skin.

you felt his lips linger against your temple, his teasing words settling in the quiet of the room. knitting your eyebrows together, you tilted your head just enough to glance up at him, feigning offense. “what do you mean by that?” you asked, your voice low but playful, a soft pout tugging at your lips. “i always compliment you.”

your fingers tapped lightly against his chest, a small gesture to emphasize your point, though there was no real annoyance behind it. instead, a flicker of amusement played in your eyes as you studied his face, daring him to challenge your claim.

umemiya raised a brow, the corners of his mouth pulling into a slight smirk. “oh, really?” he drawled, his tone laced with skepticism, though the mirth in his expression betrayed his enjoyment of your reaction. “because all i ever hear is you calling me out for every little thing.”

your jaw dropped in mock indignation, and you gave his chest a light shove, though you didn’t actually move away from him. “that’s not true!” you huffed, shifting your weight slightly so you could look at him more directly. “i’ve told you a million times how handsome you are. or how your hair looks good when it’s down like this.” your voice softened as your gaze flicked to his disheveled locks, and your fingers reached up to brush a strand from his forehead. “and don’t even get me started on how much i love your smile.”

umemiya chuckled, his eyes crinkling with genuine amusement at your mock outrage. he captured your hand as it brushed against his forehead, his fingers wrapping around your wrist with undeniable possessiveness. his grip was firm, yet tender, as if silently communicating that he had no intention of letting go anytime soon.

“you’ve indeed told me all of those things,” he agreed, his smirk widening slightly, “always in the aftermath of a heated argument. almost like you’re trying to soften me up for your next barrage of insults.”

a soft laugh escaped your lips, the sound airy and light as it filled the room. the corners of your mouth tugged upward into a sheepish smile, your expression caught somewhere between amusement and mock innocence. you knew he wasn’t wrong—of course you were the one who usually started things. but there was no way you were about to admit that outright.

“well, that’s your fault for starting the argument,” you quipped, your tone carrying a playful edge as you tried to shift the blame onto him. the grin on your face widened slightly, but the slight heat creeping into your cheeks betrayed your attempt to stay nonchalant.

his hand, still wrapped firmly yet gently around your wrist, remained steady as his thumb brushed lazy circles against your skin. his smirk deepened, and his sharp gaze flickered with amusement, as though he could see right through your attempt to redirect the guilt.

“is that so?” he murmured, his voice low and tinged with disbelief.

you rolled your eyes at his tone but couldn’t stop the grin tugging at your lips. leaning closer, you pressed a quick, almost fleeting kiss to his cheek, the contact soft and warm. your lips brushed against the slight roughness of his skin, still carrying the faint stubble he hadn’t bothered to shave off yet.

“yep,” you said matter-of-factly as you pulled back, keeping your tone casual as though your earlier kiss hadn’t just flustered him for a split second. “you’re the one who always gets me worked up.”

you nestled yourself against his chest again, as if to escape the intensity of his gaze, though you couldn’t resist the grin still lingering on your face. deep down, you knew the truth—it was always you who started things, poking, demand things and teasing him until the lighthearted exchanges spiraled into those little spats. you loved to demand things from him, whether it was his attention, his time, or something as trivial as letting you win an argument. and truthfully, you couldn’t help yourself, because he always gave in.

but admitting all of that would ruin the fun— and your dignity, so you stayed silent, feeling his arm tighten slightly around you. he chuckled once more, the sound a mixture of amusement and resignation. he knew that trying to counter your argument was futile. your stubbornness often matched, if not exceeded, his own.

in response, he lifted your captured wrist to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against your skin. his lips were warm, his touch tender yet unyielding, a subtle indication that he wasn’t falling for your attempts to dodge responsibility. umemiya shifted slightly, maneuvering so that he could capture your chin between his fingers. he tipped your face upwards, forcing you to meet his sharp gaze.

“oh, i start things?” he echoed your words, his voice laced with mock incredulity. he leaned closer, his grip on your chin firm but not painful, his gaze boring into yours. “so you’re saying that every argumentative moment between us is my fault?” he smirked, the corners of his mouth curling in a way that hinted at his amusement at your denial. his hand remained firmly on your chin, holding your gaze steady with his own.

“don’t give me that,” he replied, his voice low and firm. “we both know the truth, even if you try to argue otherwise,” he paused for a moment, his gaze flickering over your face as though he were sizing you up, before he continued. “you’re the one who starts things. everytime. you get mad, you argue, then you end up crawling back to me anyway.”

you scoffed, pulling back slightly as far as his grip on your chin would allow, a look of mock offense spreading across your face. “you’re imagining things,” you retorted, your voice sharp with defiance. “i don’t start anything. you’re the one who’s always pushing my buttons.”

his smirk widened as he leaned closer, his thumb brushing lightly against your jawline, the touch almost tender despite the teasing edge in his voice. “really? i’m imagining things, huh?” he asked, voice low and dripping with skepticism. “so, you’re saying it wasn’t you who sulked for two whole days because i wouldn’t let you borrow my bike for a five-minute ride?” he arched an eyebrow, his amusement dancing in his eyes.

your mouth opened, then closed as you tried to think of a good response. “that was different,” you finally managed to say, your tone defensive. “you promised me you would!” you added, tapping your finger to his chest as if the action would somehow make you seem more confident.

“and i had a reason,” he shot back smoothly, his voice dripping with mock patience. “but instead of listening to my reason, you threw a tantrum and refused to talk to me until i apologized. sound familiar?” his fingers slid from your chin to lightly trace the curve of your cheek, the touch sending a flutter through you, but you refused to show weakness.

“it wasn’t a tantrum,” you muttered, your voice barely above a grumble. you shifted your eyes away from his, trying to maintain some semblance of pride, even though deep down, you knew he was right.

he chuckled lowly, clearly enjoying your struggle. his hand moved slowly from your chin to rest gently against your cheek, his thumb grazing over your skin with such familiarity it almost felt like a promise. “okay, then let’s move on to the next example,” he teased, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “how about the time you demanded i cancel my plans just to stay home and watch that dumb movie you love for the hundredth time?”

your eyes narrowed, and nuzzled closer, rubbing your cheek down to his shoulder blade, hoping the defensive posture would at least make you seem less guilty. “i don’t remember that.”

“convenient,” he quipped, raising an eyebrow, the teasing in his voice unmistakable. “should i remind you of the time you pouted for hours because i said no to getting you that overpriced dessert you suddenly decided you couldn’t live without?”

you felt your cheeks flush, the memory resurfacing with all its embarrassing clarity. “that doesn’t count!” you exclaimed, your voice rising slightly, a mix of frustration and sheepishness. “it wasn’t overpriced, and i was hungry!”

“you weren’t hungry,” he corrected, his voice silky and smooth, like a predator savoring the chase. “you just wanted it because you saw someone else eating it earlier. admit it.” he leaned in just a little closer, his breath warm against your face, and the way he was looking at you—knowing, unyielding—made you squirm, but you refused to back down.

you huffed, trying to protect yourself from his onslaught of playful accusations. “you make it sound so dramatic,” you muttered, your tone sulky, trying to mask the small hint of guilt you couldn’t quite shake. you stared down at the sofa across the room, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

his smirk only deepened, his eyes glinting with affection that you couldn’t help but notice, even if you were still playing it cool. “drama is your specialty,” he teased, stepping back a little but never breaking eye contact. “you’re a spoiled little brat who gets mad when she doesn’t get what she wants. but—” he paused, his expression softening, the teasing still present but laced with affection, “that’s why i can’t help but give in to you.”

you frowned, trying to hide the satisfaction that bubbled up inside you at the admission by pushing your body deeper against him as if you desperately need to be one with him, feeling the soft material of the mattress shifting just a heartbeat. “you spoil me too much,” you muttered, even as your heart fluttered in your chest. “and then you act like i’m the one who’s spoiled?”

he chuckled lowly, his hand still lightly resting against your cheek, his thumb tracing lazy circles against your skin. your reaction to his words, your flustered denials and stubborn defense, only served to amuse him further, and he couldn't help but take a certain delight in riling you up.

“it’s not spoiling when it’s what you deserve,” he responded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against your head, and despite the nonchalant tone, there was a subtle undercurrent of affection there.

“and you do love being spoiled, don’t you, puppy?” he continued, the last word laced with a touch of condescension. he was enjoying this, the way you squirmed and tried to hide your reactions. he shifted, freeing his arm from beneath you so he could reach down and give your ass a playful little smack. “deny it all you want, but deep down, you love it when i give in to you. you’re a little princess, always wanting it your way.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle at his words, the teasing tone in his voice making your heart flutter despite your best efforts to stay composed. “you know exactly what you’re getting into,” you said, your voice light but with a hint of playful challenge. “when you decided to date me, you knew you’d have to spoil me a little.”

his smirk widened at your words, and for a brief moment, you saw that familiar glint of amusement in his eyes. but before he could respond, you leaned upward and pressed your lips against his in a soft, slow kiss—an invitation for something more, an unspoken promise that despite all the teasing and bickering, this was where you both belonged.

you could feel his breath hitch for a moment, then he returned the kiss with equal fervor, his hand sliding up your back as he deepened the kiss with a fervor that matched your own, pulling you closer. in that moment, everything else faded away—no more teasing, no more playful accusations—just the warmth of his embrace and the connection between you both.

his hands roaming across your body in a possessive yet tender touch. his fingers found the hem of your shirt, and began to slowly tug it up, his calloused fingertips leaving a trail of shivers in their wake as they brushed against your skin.

he broke the kiss just long enough to whisper against your lips. “brat,” he murmured, the word more affectionate than scolding. “always getting your way.” he began to kiss down your neck, his lips warm and soft against your skin, leaving a trail of kisses down to your collarbone.

you let out a soft breath as his lips trailed down your neck, the warmth of his touch making your skin tingle. but you couldn’t help the mischievous smirk that crept onto your face as you gently pushed his head away from your neck. “as much as i’m enjoying this,” you said, your voice low and teasing, “i think i have something else in mind.”

his eyes locked onto yours, curiosity flashing in his gaze as you leaned back slightly, fingers running through your hair. “and what’s that?” he asked, his tone thick with desire but laced with amusement. you gave him a sly grin, your voice laced with confidence as you spoke. “i want to give you a head,” you said, face too serious than you intend to.

umemiya’s gaze softened slightly, his eyes narrowing as he studied your face for any hint of discomfort. there was a brief silence, the air thick with tension as he tried to gauge whether you were serious or just teasing as usual. his hand, which had been resting on your waist, now moved to gently cup your cheek, the warmth of his palm a stark contrast to the coolness of the room.

he didn’t say anything immediately, his gaze still searching yours, as if he was looking for any sign that you weren’t fully comfortable with your own words. the two of you had always stayed within certain boundaries, keeping things light and playful, never quite crossing into deeper intimacy. while there had been moments when the heat between you was undeniable, umemiya had always been the one to focus on your pleasure, rarely pushing you beyond the comfort zone you two had established.

“are you sure?” he finally asked, his voice low and slightly uncertain even though the glint of desire flaring in his eyes. he knew you were teasing him with your usual playful attitude, but something in the way you phrased it made him pause. he wasn’t used to you making such an open advance like this, and part of him still wondered if you were joking.

his thumb traced a slow, thoughtful line along your jaw, his expression softening as he searched your face. he wanted to make sure this was what you wanted, that you weren’t just trying to test his boundaries or teasing him for fun.

you nod slowly, your gaze steady as you meet his eyes. there’s no teasing, no uncertainty—just calm assurance. “i’m sure,” you say softly, your voice steady. “i wouldn’t say it if i wasn’t.”

you feel his thumb continue its slow trace along your jaw flattered just a beat, and you can see the hesitation in his eyes, but you can also tell that he’s starting to believe you. the tension in the air shifts, softening as he registers your seriousness. your hand moves to rest gently on his chest, a silent reassurance before dancing over his skin to the waistband of his boxer and umemiya’s breath hitched.

“you can see i’m not joking,” you add quietly, the words more to affirm yourself than to convince him. the calmness in your voice is enough to make him realize you really mean it, and that you trust him completely in this moment. his heart rate increasing as he heard the honesty in your words and there was no doubt now. your certainty, your trust, it was all too clear. he nodded, his hand on your cheek briefly tightening, thumb gently caressing your cheek before pulling back.

he opens his mouth to respond, the start of a protest on his lips, but it’s quickly silenced as your hand moves lower, causing his eyes to flutter shut for a moment. he lets out a shaky exhale, his hand clenching against the sheets. and he was silent for a moment, his eyes searching your face for any sign of hesitation once more. “okay, then,” he finally said, his voice softer than before, a hint of eagerness now in his tone.

you murmur softly, your voice tinged with a hint of nervousness despite your earlier confidence. “but… you should teach me how,” you say, your cheeks flushing a deep red. the words slip out before you can stop them, and your gaze drops to avoid his eyes, a wave of embarrassment washing over you.

you shift slightly, feeling the heat rise in your face as you nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. this was a lot more real than you expected, and the thought of being vulnerable like this makes your heart race. the intensity of the moment makes you self-conscious, but there’s a quiet resolve in your voice, as if you’re trying to convince yourself as much as him.

“i don’t really… know how,” you admit in a quiet murmur, your gaze flicking back up to meet his.

umemiya’s brows furrowed in genuine surprise at your confession, his expression a mix of surprise and, if you looked closely, a hint of tender affection. he’d always assumed you weren’t fully inexperienced—you had enough knowledge, enough sass, to feign confidence. but now, the fact that you were admitting you didn’t know how caught him off guard.

he reached up to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch tender despite the earlier tension. “oh,” he murmured, his voice thick with surprise. “you’ve never…?”

he trailed off, his mind working to process your words, his expression a mix of surprise and realization. he’d always assumed you were more experienced than you actually were, and now that he knew the truth, he felt a rush of protective concern and tenderness wash over him.

he shifted slightly, sitting up a little straighter on the bed, his hand moving to cup your face for another one time, the touch gentle but firm as he coaxed your face towards him. he leaned in, his voice low and reassuring, “you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, you know that, right?”

you nod, feeling a mix of vulnerability and desire wash over you. the gentle pressure of his hand on your face reassures you, but the urge to show him how much you care pushes you to be more open. with a soft breath, you shift slightly, moving to lie back on the bed, your body aligning with his as you face him directly.

you reach for his hand, fingers intertwining with his as you bring it to rest against your chest. umemiya lets out a shaky exhale as you pull him closer, his body pressing against yours as you guide his hand to rest against your chest. your gaze is steady, but there’s a softness in your eyes that conveys your sincerity. “i want to,” you say quietly, the words full of meaning as you look up at him. “you always take care of me, always pleasure me… i want to do the same for you.”

the sight of you lying beneath him, your eyes so earnest, your words so sincere, it makes his heart skip a beat, his thoughts and doubts fading into the background as he focuses on you. he’s still a little hesitant, his protective nature making him hesitate, but the softness in your gaze, the vulnerability in your voice, it makes him melt. he swallows hard, his throat feeling tight as he nods, “okay.”

you sit there, your knees pressed together, posture open yet vulnerable, looking up at umemiya with a gaze that makes his breath hitch for the countless time. there’s a softness in your eyes, a quiet trust that pulls him in, but it’s the faint hint of mischief in your expression that sends his thoughts spiraling. his hand trembles slightly as it reaches out to you, his thumb brushing against your cheek with a tenderness that contrasts the intensity of his gaze. his lips part as he swallows hard, trying to steady himself, his usual composure teetering on the edge.

“you don’t have to swallow, okay?” his voice is low, husky, and filled with concern, his protective nature breaking through even in a moment like this. you lean into his touch, the warmth of his palm grounding you as your eyes meet his. “i know,” you whisper, your voice soft but unwavering.

his jaw tightens, a mixture of emotions flickering across his face—desire, hesitation, and an overwhelming need to take care of you. “i mean it, baby,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing along your jawline, his touch feather-light. “don’t push yourself. i just—”

you cut him off with a small smile, your hand coming up to rest over his. “haji,” you say softly, your tone filled with warmth, “i want this. i wouldn’t be here if i didn’t.” umemiya’s breath stuttered slightly as you cut him off, his mind suddenly racing with a mixture of emotions. your hand on his, your soft voice, the gentle smile on your face—it all made his heart ache, his protective instincts warring with his desire.

he hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours, as if trying to see past your reassurances and read the truth in your gaze. but there was no hint of doubt, no hint of hesitation. just trust and affection, and the genuine desire that he so often saw in your eyes.

his blue eyes darken with desire as he gazes down at you, drinking in the sight of your nearly bare form. the air between you feels charged, electric with tension and unspoken want. he takes a shuddering breath, trying to maintain some semblance of control even as his body responds eagerly to your proximity.

slowly, almost reverently, his large hands come to rest on your shoulders, thumbs tracing idle patterns on your skin. “i know you do, sweetheart. but i need you to understand, baby, that your comfort, your pleasure— they’re my top priority. always.“ one hand slides into your hair, cupping the back of your head gently as he leans in closer. his lips hover just above yours, not quite touching, his warm breath mingling with your own. “if anything feels uncomfortable or scary, you tell me right away.”

you nod slowly, your eyes locked with his, seeing the depth of emotion swirling in those blue depths. his words wash over you, a soothing balm to any lingering nerves. you trust him completely, knowing he would never push you beyond what you’re ready for.

your hands come to rest on his chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath his smooth skin. slowly, hesitantly, you start to trail your fingers downward, mapping the contours of his torso. “i trust you, haji,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. “with everything.”

emboldened by his gentle encouragement, you lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to the base of his throat. you can feel his pulse jumping beneath your lips, his quickening heartbeat matching your own. your tongue darts out, tasting his skin, savoring the flavor of him before closing the distance to his lips.

a low groan escapes him as your lips meet his, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. his arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against his body as he kisses you back with fervent intensity. one hand tangles in your hair, holding you close, while the other roams the curve of your spine, fingertips skimming the sensitive skin where your crop top rides up.

when you finally break apart, both of you are breathing heavily, chests heaving against each other. his eyes are dark with lust, pupils blown wide, but there’s still that underlying current of tender care in his gaze as he looks down at you. “you’re doing so well, baby,“ he praises softly, his voice rough with desire. “just like that.”

his hips shift subtly, drawing attention to his growing arousal straining against the confines of his boxers. you look down and your eyes widen slightly as you notice the prominent bulge tenting his boxers, a thrill of excitement and nervousness coursing through you. you lick your suddenly dry lips, heart pounding in your ears as you reach out a trembling hand.

hesitantly, you brush your fingertips along the length of him, marveling at the heat and hardness beneath the thin fabric. you glance up at him from under your lashes, seeking reassurance in his expression. “like this, baby?“ you breathe, your voice small but curious.

encouraged by his earlier praise and the way he’s watching you intently, you become bolder. you hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slowly, teasingly tug them down inch by inch, revealing more of his pale skin and the trail of happytrail leading downwards. a sharp hiss escapes his teeth as cool air hits his exposed flesh, his cock springing free, already fully erect and flushed a deep red. his abs clench involuntarily under your touch, muscles rippling as he fights to keep still and let you explore at your own pace.

“fuck,” he groans, voice strained with pleasure. one hand comes down to cover yours on his hip, guiding you as you pull his boxers lower. “you’re being so good for me, baby.”

once his boxers hit the floor, he kicks them aside impatiently, now fully nude before you. his impressive length juts out proudly, the swollen head already glistening with precum. he’s bigger than average, thick and long, and you can see every vein and ridge clearly defined against his pale skin.

your eyes widen as you take in the sight of him, fully revealed and aroused before you. a shaky exhale leaves your lips as you drink in every detail— the heavy weight of his balls, the thick shaft pulsing with need, the pearl of moisture bead at the tip. it’s intimidating in its size, but also beautiful in its raw masculinity. you never saw a cock in your life, and you glad the first time you did was your boyfriend’s cock with his massive length.

tentatively, you wrap your small hand around his girth, marveling at the silky steel feel of him. your fingers don’t quite meet around his thickness and you give a tentative stroke, watching in fascination as more precum leaks out at the contact. looking up at him through your lashes, you lean in, your hot breath ghosting over his sensitive skin. “haji...“ you breathe, your voice a needy whimper. “what. . . what should i do next?”

his breath catches in his throat as your small hand wraps around his aching cock, the contrast of your delicate fingers against his throbbing hardness sending sparks of pleasure racing up his spine. he has to bite back a moan, not wanting to overwhelm you with the intensity of his reactions.

at your breathy question, he looks down at you with hooded eyes dark with lust, but also filled with tender affection. “shhh, it’s okay baby,” he soothes, one hand coming up to cup your cheek. “we’ll take this nice and slow.” he guides your hand in a slow, firm stroke from base to tip, showing you the rhythm.

“just like that, sweetheart. use your hand however feels natural.” his other hand tangles in your hair, not pushing, just resting there as if to anchor himself.

you follow his guidance, stroking him with a gentleness that belies the fire building inside you. your thumb swirls around the weeping tip, smearing the slick fluid and easing the glide of your fist along his shaft. you watch, transfixed, as his cock pulses and twitches in your grip, the velvety skin sliding smoothly over the rigid core.

a shudder runs through him at your words, his cock jerking in your hand as if reaching for your mouth. he looks down at you, eyes blazing with desire but also filled with a deep, protective tenderness. “oh god yes, baby,” he breathes, voice husky with need. “i’d love nothing more than to feel that pretty mouth on me.”

as you work him, you lean in closer, nuzzling into the juncture of his thigh and hip. before you place open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin there, to taste the salt of his sweat and something uniquely him, you stop mid air, look up to him as a question roll down from between your lips, “can i taste you?”

“whenever you are ready and just use your mouth on me, sweetheart,“ he coaxes softly, voice rough with need. “lick and suck wherever you feel comfortable. don’t worry about technique right now— just want to feel your lips on me.”

one hand slides from your hair to the back of your neck, not pushing, just resting there in a gentle caress. the other hand remains splayed across your lower back, holding you close. “but remember, we go at your pace, okay? if it’s too much, just say the word and we stop. ’m here to make you feel good too.” he shifts his stance slightly, giving you better access to his straining erection. he looks down at you, his blue eyes blazing with hunger but also shining with adoration. slowly, giving you all the time in the world to change your mind, his impressive length juts out mere inches from your face, the musky scent of his arousal filling your nostrils.

you take a deep breath, steeling yourself as you gaze upon his magnificent manhood. with a final glance up at him for reassurance, you lean in, dragging the flat of your tongue along the underside of his shaft from base to tip in one long, slow lick. the taste of him explodes across your senses— salty and musky and distinctly male. you moan softly at the flavor, the vibrations humming against his sensitive flesh.

a guttural moan tears from his throat as your warm, wet mouth engulfs him, his hips bucking forward involuntarily to push himself deeper. “f-fuck, your mouth feels incredible,” he gasps out, one hand fisting in your hair while the other grips your shoulder. he’s trying to hold back, to let you set the pace, but the sensation of your lips and tongue exploring him is almost overwhelming.

emboldened by his soft groan, you part your lips and take just the swollen head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it to lap up the copious precum beading there. you savor the unique flavor, letting it coat your taste buds as you gently suckle. your hand continues its slow pump along his shaft as you work just the tip, setting a steady rhythm. you hollow your cheeks slightly, increasing the pressure, before releasing him with a wet pop.

his cock throbs against your palate, the thick veins pulsing with each heartbeat. when you release him, a string of saliva connects your bottom lip to his spit-slick tip. he looks down at you with eyes blown wide with lust, pupils nearly swallowing the blue irises. his chest heaves with ragged breaths, a light sheen of sweat making his pale skin glisten.

“that’s it baby, just like that,” he praises breathlessly, voice strained with pleasure. “you’re doing so well, taking me so nicely. such a good girl for me.” his hand in your hair tightens slightly, not pulling, yet.

he’s trembling with the effort of holding back, of letting you control the pace despite his body’s desperate urge to thrust. a low, drawn-out groan rumbles in his chest as you continue your ministrations, the dual sensations of your hand pumping his shaft and your mouth working his sensitive tip driving him wild with pleasure. his abdominal muscles flex and jump beneath his skin, a visible testament to how hard he’s fighting to maintain control.

you relax your jaw as instructed, allowing him to slide deeper into the warm, welcoming cavern of your mouth. you take a moment to adjust, breathing steadily through your nose as he suggested. then, emboldened by his praise and the obvious effect you’re having on him, you begin to bob your head, taking him incrementally deeper with each downward motion.

“if it helps, try relaxing your jaw a bit more,” he suggests hoarsely. “and don’t forget to breathe through your nose. take as much as you’re comfortable with, no rush.” he looks down at you, expression softening despite the intense lust darkening his eyes, drinking in the erotic sight of your lips stretched around his girth, your cheeks hollowing as you suck.

the obscene wet sounds fill the room, mixing with his grunts and moans of bliss. one hand cradles the back of your head almost reverently while the other traces the line of your jaw, feeling where his cock disappears past your lips. “you look so beautiful like this, worshipping my cock with your sweet mouth. i’m so lucky to have you.” his expression softening despite the haze of lust. he rolls his hips subtly, not thrusting but just grinding shallowly against your mouth, seeking more of that exquisite friction.

your tongue works along the underside of his shaft as you move, tracing the prominent vein there. you can feel him pulsing against your palate, growing even harder as you stimulate him. the musky scent of his arousal fills your nostrils, the taste of his skin coating your tongue. you bring your free hand up to fondle his heavy balls, rolling them gently in their sack. and he sees stars. his thighs tremble, muscles jumping and flexing as he fights to stay upright. pre-cum flows freely now, coating your tongue and making the glide easier. the obscene slurping noises seem to echo in the charged air between you. you can feel them drawing up tighter as your ministrations intensify, signaling his growing excitement.

“baby, if you keep this up, i won’t last much longer," he warns, voice raw with need. his hands tangle in your hair, gripping tightly enough to sting deliciously as he holds on for dear life. every muscle in his powerful body is pulled taut, coiled tight with impending release. the tendons in his neck stand out in sharp relief as he throws his head back, exposing the elegant column of his throat.

a strangled cry escapes him as you take him deeper, his head falling back as he loses himself to the incredible sensations. his hips start to rock subtly, matching the bobbing of your head, pushing himself further into the wet heat of your mouth. “oh fuck, oh god, y-yes, just like that,” he pants out, voice breaking on a particularly high note as your tongue traces that sensitive vein.

“you’re going to make me cum if you keep sucking me like that,” he grits out between clenched teeth, hips stuttering erratically as he tries to hold back. a fine tremor runs through him, his whole body thrumming with tension. the hand on your shoulder slides down to grip your upper arm, squeezing almost desperately.

“last chance to pull off if you don’t want me to finish in your mouth,” he manages to get out, words punctuated by harsh pants and groans. knowing it was your first time ever sucking a cock, he didn’t want to overwhelm you.

you double down, determined to bring him to completion. you relax your throat and take him to the hilt, burying your nose at the base of his cock. you swallow around him, massaging his length with the rippling muscles of your esophagus. the bulbous head pushes against the entrance to your stomach, stretching you impossibly full.

at the same time, you increase the pressure and speed of your hand by stroking what isn’t in your mouth, twisting slightly on the upstroke.

you look up at him, eyes watering slightly from the depth but filled with determination and desire. you want to taste him, to feel him pulse and twitch as he spills down your throat. a roar of ecstasy tears from his throat as you take him to the hilt, the head of his cock lodging firmly in your throat. his eyes roll back, fluttering shut as pure, unadulterated bliss crashes over him. “fuuuck! your throat... it’s squeezing me so tight!” he bellows, voice echoing off the walls.

his hips surge forward, burying himself as deep as physically possible. the hand in your hair becomes almost painful in its grip as he holds you in place, grinding against your face. tears stream down his cheeks from the intensity of it all, muscles straining and quivering with the force of his impending climax.

he continues to grind against your face, riding out the intense sensations. his grip on your hair loosens slightly but he keeps you in place, ensuring you take every last drop. the taste floods your senses— salty and slightly bitter, with an underlying muskiness that's uniquely him.

your other hand moves from his balls to rub firm circles over his perineum, applying just the right amount of pressure to heighten his pleasure without being too much. and apparently, it’s the final straw for umemiya. with a guttural shout of your name, he comes undone. his cock pulses violently as he starts to come, thick ropes of hot seed shooting directly down your throat. his whole body convulses, back arching sharply as wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure crashes over him. “cumming! fuck, i’m cumming so hard!” he roars, voice cracking with the force of his release.

as the initial peak subsides, he starts to thrust shallowly, chasing the aftershocks. each twitch and pulse of his spent cock sends little jolts of pleasure through him, drawing out his orgasm.

you swallow rapidly, working to gulp down every drop of his release. some leaks out the corners of your stretched lips, dribbling down your chin obscenely. you continue to suck and lick, coaxing out every last shudder and twitch until he's completely spent. as he starts to come down, you slowly ease off his still hard cock. you sit back on your heels, looking up at him with a satisfied smile, despite the mess on your face. your jaw aches pleasantly and your throat feels used in the best way.

umemiya’s body is still trembling, his eyes closed as he struggles to catch his breath. his chest rises and falls heavily, each inhale a ragged gasp as he tries to recover. his hands clutch the sheets, his fingers clenching and unclenching as the aftershocks still shudder through him.

he can feel your gaze on him, his eyes opening slightly to see you looking up at him with a satisfied smile on your face. his brain is still fuzzy and dazed, his thoughts sluggish as he takes in the sight of you—messy-haired and messy-mouthed, your jaw sore and your throat raw, your swollen lips, the satisfied and slightly mischievous look in your eyes.

he swallows hard, his throat feeling dry, and he reaches out to gently cup your chin, his thumb brushing lightly over your lower lip. “fuck, you’re incredible,” he murmurs, his voice low and thick.

umemiya’s gaze softens as his thumb gently taps your chin, his breath still shaky from the intensity of the moment. he watches you closely, his fingers lingering on your skin, his mind racing but struggling to catch up with the surge of emotions flooding him. the aftershocks of what just happened seem to reverberate through him, and even in his dazed state, there’s one question that nags at him.

his voice is still hoarse when he speaks, low and full of uncertainty. “did you—did you swallow it all?” his eyes flicker to your lips, a slight tension in his expression, almost like he’s bracing for the answer.

you meet his gaze, and a slow, mischievous smile curls on your swollen lips, your eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and playfulness. instead of answering with words, you open your mouth slightly, just enough for him to see, and let the faint trace of what’s left linger on your tongue.

his breath catches in his throat, the sight of it making his heart race again. he stares at you, his thumb still resting on your chin, the world around him feeling blurry and unreal. the control he thought he had slips further away, replaced by the intensity of the moment.

“god,” he mutters, his voice thick with both disbelief and admiration, “you’re something else. i told you, you don’t have to baby.” you close your mouth, your smile widening at his reaction, enjoying the effect you have on him. there’s a quiet power in the way you’re able to leave him speechless, and it only makes you want to push him further.

“you told me not to,” you tease softly, your voice is a playful lilt. “and i just can’t help it but curious with how you taste.”

umemiya’s throat worked, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard at the sight of your tongue, the evidence of what you just did clearly visible on your lips. he let out a shaky exhale, his hand gripping your chin just a little bit tighter, his thumb tracing a line over your lip as if he couldn’t help himself.

hearing you admit how curious you were made something shiver through him, a mix of arousal and disbelief and a thousand other emotions he didn’t have the brain power to process right now. “you’re killing me,” he murmured hoarsely as he tugged you closer, pulling you up so you were straddling him once again. he leaned back on the bed, his gaze never leaving your face, his hands moving to grip your hips, his thumbs tracing slow, circular patterns over your skin.

“you’re so goddamn stubborn,” he grumbled, his voice still roughened, but his expression a mixture of awe and desire. “never follow my advice, do you?”

you hum softly, the satisfied smile never leaving your lips as you lean closer, feeling his breath hitch in anticipation once you straddle his waist. your hand moves to cup his cheek, your thumb grazing over his skin gently, the touch almost tender despite the fire between you both. your heart pounds as you lean down, just enough to let your lips hover over his, the warmth of your breath mingling.

with a quiet laugh, you close the distance, your lips pressing against his with a slow, deliberate kiss. you part your lips just enough, sliding your tongue inside, the action deliberate as you let him taste the remnants of what he’d left on you. his breath catches at the sensation, and you smile against his lips as you pull back slightly to look into his eyes.

“i never said i would,” you tease softly, the words almost a whisper. “but you didn’t tell me not to enjoy it either.”

umemiya’s grip tightens on your hips, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he pulls you closer again, desperate for more. his thumb slides along your skin with more urgency now, a sharp contrast to the tenderness of your kiss. the mix of his desire and disbelief floods his senses, and he’s left breathless, struggling to keep his composure as you continue to tempt him with your every move.

“fuck, you’re going to be the death of me,” he mutters again, his voice thick with desire, as he deepens the kiss, unable to resist you any longer.

umemiya’s hand slides up from your hips, his touch a mixture of gentle and rough, his fingers gripping your sides tightly as if he’s trying to steady himself. his breath hitches against your lips as he feels the weight of your body against his, the way you deliberately move against him igniting a fire in his chest.

“i love you,” he mutters between breaths, his voice hoarse and gruff, filled with both desire and frustration as you continue to tease him. “god, i love you so goddamn much.”

you feel the weight of his words, the heat in his voice sending a thrill through you as you press closer, your body moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. you can sense the tension building in him, the way he's holding onto you like he's trying to keep himself together, but barely managing to do so.

you pull back just enough to meet his gaze, your eyes playful but filled with something deeper, something that mirrors his own intensity. a smile tugs at your lips, and you tilt your head slightly, your voice low and teasing as you speak.

“am i doing a good job for a first timer?” you ask, your words dripping with just the right amount of playful innocence, your fingers brushing along his jawline. the question is laced with both mischief and a knowing challenge, as if you’re daring him to admit the truth.

umemiya lets out a shaky exhale as he looks up at you, his eyes dark and heated as he takes in your smirk, the way you’re teasing him again, always pushing him to lose control.

he swallows hard, his jaw tensing under your touch, his grip on your waist tightening. his brain is already starting to feel mushy again, your words and your touch sending a surge of arousal through him. “you’re a fast learner,” he finally manages to reply, his voice a low rumble.

you hum softly, a satisfied sound that lingers in the air as you pull back just slightly. your fingers tap gently against his bare chest, teasing him with the lightness of your touch before you slowly slide off him, your movements deliberate and calculated. as you make your way down, you glance back up at him with a playful smirk, your eyes gleaming with a knowing look. “maybe you should put your boxers back on,” you suggest casually, the tone of your voice playful but with just a hint of challenge. your gaze lingers on him for a moment, clearly enjoying the effect your words have on him.

the air between you is thick with tension, your smile widening as you watch him, knowing he’s trying to keep his composure. leaning back slightly on your hands with a quiet chuckle as if you’re savoring the moment of control, gazing down to his still semi-hard cock.

umemiya lets out a shaky exhale as you slide off him, his hand instinctively reaching out to grab your arm, as if reluctant to let you go. his skin is on fire and he’s achingly hard again as you look back at him, your eyes gleaming with that playful smirk that drives him absolutely insane.

and when you suggest he put his boxers back on, his eyes darken, his hand reflexively clenching the bedsheets. he’s already starting to lose his composure, his breaths coming out ragged and shaky.

“you don’t wanna continue?” he asks, his voice rough and low.

“why’d you have to stop?” he asks again, his words sounding more like a plea than he would’ve liked. his eyes are dark, his expression a mixture of desire and vulnerability as he gazes up at you, his body tense and rigid with unmet needs.

he leans forward slightly, a hand reaching out to grab your hip, his grip firm as if trying to pull you back towards him before rolling you around. “i’m not done,” he murmurs huskily. “i need you.”

you bite your lip, barely able to contain the surprise that flutters through you at his sudden move. your breath catches in your throat as his hands quickly slip beneath your knees, tugging you closer to him with a strength that leaves your heart pounding. your face flushes as he hovers over you, his hungry gaze never leaving yours, and the air between you thickens with tension.

“oh, really?” you murmur back, your voice low, teasing, yet unable to fully mask the shiver that runs through you at the closeness of his body. his grip tightens, pulling you even closer as his eyes darken, and you can’t help the way your heart races, your body betraying you as you respond to him, both eager and hesitant.

umemiya lets out a soft growl as he hovers over you, his hands sliding up your sides, his touch rough but tender at the same time. “really,” he grumbles, his voice low and gruff as he takes in your flushed face, the way your breath hitches in your throat.

he can feel you shivering underneath him, your body responding to him in ways that he knows you can’t fully control. it only makes him crave you more, driving him wild with a hunger that’s quickly spiraling out of control. his eyes rake over your face, taking in every little detail before he finally speaks again

“you look so goddamn beautiful like this,” he mutters, his voice low and gravelly as he trails his fingers over your collarbone. his touch is a mix of gentle and rough, a contradiction that mirrors the war of emotions inside him.

he leans down, his mouth ghosting over your skin, his breath hot and heavy against your neck. “i need to touch you,” he murmurs, his hands gripping your hips as he moves lower, his lips leaving a trail of burning kisses down your throat.

you shiver at his words, the intensity of his touch sending heat rushing through you. your voice barely a whisper, but it’s all he needs to hear. “i need you to,” you breathe out, your hands reaching up to pull him closer, fingers threading through his hair as you wrap your arms around his neck making umemiya feels a thrill run through him. your fingers threading through his hair, your arms wrapping around his neck. he can feel the desire radiating off of you, the way you respond to his touch, his kisses.

the moment your words sink in, you see the smirk tug at the corner of umemiya’s lips, and you know he’s in control now. without a word, he pulls the blanket over both of you, enveloping you in darkness and warmth. the world outside fades away, leaving just the two of you, hidden beneath the soft fabric, your bodies pressed closer together, every touch more desperate than the last.

his hands roam over your body, tracing the curves of your waist, your hips, your thighs, each touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. his mouth moves down your chest, his kisses growing more urgent, more demanding, as he sucks and nips at your skin, leaving a trail of marks in his path.

he can feel you trembling under him, your breath coming in ragged gasps as his hands and mouth explore your body. he knows he should slow down, take his time. but the need inside him is too fierce, too powerful to deny. he wants you too damn badly.

he lifts his head, his eyes locking with yours. they’re darkened with desire, a storm of emotions raging just beneath the surface. his voice is rough when he speaks, filled with the intensity of his need. “i want all of you,” he whispers, his fingers clenching against your skin. “every. single. inch.”

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marrycv · 11 months ago

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Muse

rockstar!ellie x reader

warnings : SMUT!!, no to consentement (happened with a men ellie saved us), alcohol, ✂️✂️✂️, swearing, age gab? (ellie be like 2-3 years older), thigh riding (r ! receiving), fingering (r ! receiving)

idk if thats all but i worked hard on this one 😜

enjoy!!

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“Cmonnnnn we’re gonna be late!!”

“not my fault you took 2 hours in the shower?”

you and your bestfriend were getting ready for that little concert that was in your city. it was so rare you had finally something fun to do, and the best part of it, is that your favourite band was gonna be there. you were so excited to go there, but your bestfriend was just making you nervous, in the worst way ever.

you had a denim mini skirt with a lace crop top in black with some leather jacket, classic ‘rockstar girlfriend’ outfit if you’d search it on pinterest. but, it was a rock show anyways, so you were fitting in that vibe.

you had a little smug eyeliner with some star glitter around your eyes. your best friend has some too. exited by the fact that you two were matching like some 13 years old teenagers.

“okay, im ready”

“about time!! now come on, i dont wanna arrive while its crowded, wanna have the best view” she tells you while bringing you outside towards her car

“girl did you know my fav band are gonna be here??”

“ugh omg you said it at least one thousand times…” she sighs

“okay okay, will you be less annoyed when i tell you they look like this :” you said as you showed her the guitarists and the singer. they were 3 and your age. absolutely gorgeous people.

“YOOOOOOOOO!!!” Layla said, looking at the picture of the three bend’s members.

“rightttt?!!!”

“okay but look at the men?”

“his name is Jesse, one of the guitarist. currently dating the other guitarist” you informed her, for only her smile dropping at the deception.

“look, thats the singer” you continue “her name’s Ellie, and shes SO fucking hot, and shes gay”

“lesbian?” she asks you while she starts driving towards the location for tonight.

“yeah, literally everyone who listen to their music is because all the fans envy her. i dont blame them tho”

“what about the other guitarist?” she asks you, now interested in them

“Its Dina, Ellie’s ex”

“WHAAAAAT ??? nowayyyy”

you two laugh at the drama you shared to layla. it was funny gossiping and her finally showing some interest in what you liked.

arrived there, it was already crowded. nobody was on stage yet, but it was definitely bigger than you expected.

you friend touched your shoulder, knowing how much noisy places made you so uncomfortable.

“what aboouuuuuut we get VIP tickets for a quieter place mhh?”

“Layla? its too expensive i cant afford that, ill just- support it” you tell her, looking at your phone trying to distract yourself

“too late babe i bought us some” she says, looking at you with the biggest smile. eyes disappearing and teeth showing. She was your sunshine.

“whaaat? you shouldn’t have- im gonna repay you when i can okay?”

“nuh huh, its our night and my gift, okay?”

you nod and smile, worries erased by her gentle smile.

it was true, it was you guy’s night, and no anxiety would take that away.

In the VIP room, there was mostly middled aged men with some really young, but beautiful girls in their company. all already wasted. from here, you could be so close to the stage you thought if the artists would be close enough, you could touch them. you also had access to the backstage, which was an insane opportunity.

some normal people, like your age hanging out with people their age were also in the VIP. it was less awkward with all of those creepy men probably were ‘sugar daddies’

“im gonna grab us a drink ill be back, yeah?” layla whisper-screams in your ears then vanishes to the bar.

you look around you, analyzing the people. then get on your phone, just to seem lees alone.

“Hey you gorgeous lady, would you mind some company?” a raspy voice said

you look towards the voice and see a men, probably 25 years old, but obviously drunk and maybe also high.

“i already have company, but thanks” you said, gently, not wanting anything to happen.

“oh, but i dont see anyone babygirl…” he said as he leaned closer to you while you backed off a little.

his eyes widen, completely surprised by your non interested move.

“im not gonna bite youuu, only if you ask me to” he says and winks at you while touching your arm, going closer and closer to your breast.

“um.. no thanks..” you said, trying to get away, searching around for layla’s figure somewhere around…

“why are you so fucking rude? huh? cant even be happy someone wants to be with you mh? ‘lil slut..” he said as his grip on your arm was tightening, probably gonna leave a mark after.

“please-“ you started but got cut by someone else, behind you two

“she said no man”

the men looks behind him, feeling his grip on your arm going insanely tight. you hiss by the pain.

“she’s with me” he answers to the girl you yet didn’t dare to look at, feeling embarrassed by this whole situation

“are you with this man, miss?” the girl asked you.

her tone completely shifting from raspy, loud and angry to sweet and gentle. making you look up from the ground to see the Ellie Williams defending you. you answer her a small ‘no’. scared if you talked louder the men would take away your arm at this point. or scared you’d cry from anger. the tight feeling you felt in your throat was cutting your voice to get through, if the knot would get destroyed, you’d probably sob right here, but it would only get tighter, feeling like it was taking the oxygen away from your lungs. feeling like it was choking you so it couldn’t pass anymore. would only make your heart beat slower due to the little air you were able to breathe. but you felt like it was beating faster, like you just ran kilometers and stopped suddenly. making your body react in a bad way in the sudden change.

but that was only a feeling.

you just looked, away.

you could hear Ellie yell at the men until his grip on you left to only see his arm swing towards ellie’s face. only that she dodged his punch smoothly. almost satisfying to watch her doing it like she was the finest fighter in the world.

but the slowmo and the muffled voices stopped and when Ellie punched him. Everything was too loud and too clear.

blood getting out of the man’s mouth. attacking Ellie back. everyone screaming and getting away from the fight, creating a non purpose circle.

suddenly it wasn’t a rock show, but a fight show.

Once Ellie completely knocked out the men, him completely passed out on the ground, blood all over his face. she went towards you

“You okay?” she asked, gently as she didnt even just fought with someone like she was gonna kill him.

you simply nodded to her, shocked by this whole situation, never wanting it to end up this way.

“come with me, yeah? ill get you some water and… clean you up” she said looking at your cheek, having some blood on it.

you just followed her into her lodge. it was quiet and cozy.

nobody was in there, but you were kinda nervous about the fact that you were literally with a celebrity.

“sit down” she obeyed.

you sat on the closest chair you saw, following her orders like a dog, still under shock.

ellie took a glass and poured water in it, placed it on the table next to you, then took a small towel and again, put water on it. she came real close to you, her head titled on the side a little bit, her fingers took your chin and made your head move a little bit on the side. she took the towel and took the blood away from your cheek. probably the men’s blood. ellie didn’t have one single scratch. only her knuckles were brushed.

you watched her taking care of you like a little kitten she had found on the road and just, felt bad for it.

her eyes were concentrated on what she was doing, her fingers touching you so gentle, so softly. her bottom lip between her teeth due to the concentration. she might looked so rough earlier, but here? she was the softest person you’ve ever laid eyes on.

“here..” she said as she stopped what she was doing. she sat next to you, with concerned eyes. she suddenly cared so much about you.

“thanks” you whispered, looking down to the glass of water in front of you.

“dont thank me, this guy was an asshole. are you hurt?” she asked looking at your arm, knowing he was holding it.

“if i were you id worry more about your hands” you said looking at them, all bloody and swallowed.

“its okay, dont worry about me…” She said getting up to grab some ice for your arm

“no, take it.” you said, putting it on her fingers trying to ease her pain from defending you.

the room went silent, a comfortable silence. the ones where you didnt rush do say anything or where you werent overthinking to find a subject to talk about.

Ellie on the other hand, was going insane. You were so pretty and you had a pin on your purse about their bands which meant that you were a fan. which meant you knew about her and listened to her music. the silence was driving her insane. she’d just wish she was a normal person who weren’t screaming for her name out there. screaming for her and the fact that they all wanted her. like she was theirs. but she didn’t want that. she wanted to be yours, and it wasn’t gonna be easy. she thought you were scared by her, she thought you saw her completely different now, that you’d stop listening about her being so so toxic with girls with the best beat dina and jesse could ever put to make everyone forget about how of an asshole she was.

about how the girl was hers but she wasnt the theirs. about how she just fucked the girl cause she was bored.

but now, you could saw her as a crazy girl that punches someone almost to death. someone dangerous.

you were just too pretty for this man, for this treatment. she would have done this for anyone, but taking care of them after? nahhh she wouldve just walked away.

“whats your name..?” Ellie asked, looking dead up in your eyes like she wasn’t going crazy on overthinking.

“my name’s ______” you tell her.

“im uh, im Ell-“

“Ellie Williams, yeah i know”

“of course you do..” she sighed at herself.

“fuck- i uh my friend… she’s gonna be dead worried!! fuck fuck” you say, completely on panic mode

“hey, hey, hey, its okay, just send her a message to let her know youre all good, im not letting you out there again, something worse could happen to you.” she says, in a stern tone.

“you worried about me Williams?” you ask her, calmed but surprised by her reaction, slightly titling your head a little bit. the small amount of alcohol in your system making you bolder than you ever could.

“believe it or not sweetheart, i care about my fans”

something in what you said activated Ellie’s dangerous side. she was gonna torture you and never let you go.

“dont you have a show you have to do? for the caring of your fans?”

“i believe they can wait a little bit, dont you think?” she smirked at you.

that goddamn smirk she’d have in those pinterest pictures of her if you searched up her name on the search bar. that smirk when she was on live and someone would tell how much they loved her. or when her fans would ask her to sign on their boobs.

that smirk.

“how disappointed i would be if i was one of those, knowing you were just sitting in here with someone you didnt even knew”

“mhhh i wouldnt care less doll”

you blushed at the nickname, you’d cringe if someone else would’ve called you like that, but the way she said made your panties grow a little wet spot faster than you thought your body could.

you shifted a little bit in your chair, uncomfortable by how sweaty you’ve just became.

“dont you think its hot.. in here?” you said, praying for her to not notice it was because of how much your heart was pumping, making you red everywhere.

“follow me” Ellie said, getting up and walking in another room. you were almost too shaking to even walk but you managed to make your way to ellie. she was in a small bedroom. how could you know lodges had bedrooms? no idea.

“we have those bedrooms if someone from the bend is tired or dont feel good, very useful. i think it was Beyoncé that asked that”

“you know beyoncé???” you asked completely amazed

“uhhh, no. im a small artist, not a pop star” she laughed and made herself comfortable on the bed.

you sat next to her, but shy enough to keep your distance away from her a little.

Ellie just grabbed a guitar that was hanging on the wall and started to play a little melody. her fingers stroking the strings so perfectly, making them some beautiful note and then you recognized the song. she was signing one of hers.

its like you were in a dream, the room was so dark but there was lights everywhere, hanging like a teenage room. making able to see everything with the most perfect lighting, you were able to see the intense shadows from ellie’s perfect muscles. aligned how it was made, like god modelled them himself with his own hands. the way she was just there looking at where her fingers were at to know what note to play next. her foot tapping around with the beat. her hair being lighten by the small yellow lights, making her auburn hair look way more softer than usual.

you couldn’t contain yourself at the sight.

“wanna try?” Ellie asked, handing you the guitar with smile on her lips… her perfect lips- ok stop this madness.

“i- i dont know how to play”

“ill teach you- here, put it on your legs…” she then got closer and took your hands to place them to make a chord. “and here is the chord C major” she smiled at you. “easy right?”

“sure, if i dont count the fact that my fingers are about to explose”

she looked at you and laughed, you did the same. you felt now so comfortable with her.

“alright..” she said,

“get in my lap imma teach you some other stuff.”

“huh?”

“the guitar, you trust me?”

she said, clarifying your dirty mind.

“uh yeah, i do” you said then sat in front of her, between her legs. she wrapped her arms around you and guided your fingers, showing you the chords. one by one.

her fingers felt sooo good on your skin, you were just wondering how good they felt inside of you.

you knew that what you were feeling was wrong, that you two just met but you couldn’t help to press your ass to her crutch. Ellie’s words stuttered, and so did yours. every words were slower and her mouvements were more sensual, if you werent delusional.

the tension just kept growing and only one more move and it could be done for the both of you.

she pressed her head in your shoulder. still teaching you. a hand on yours- guiding you and another on your hip… and she just made you get closer to her, as you could even get closer. you were trying to not moan at this point. what she was doing, ‘teaching’ you guitar and making your heart skip a beat, pretending like nothing else was happening, like it was just all in your imagination. but the feeling was so strong, so strong.

you felt her lips stroking against the skin of your neck while she was whispering you the instructions of the next chords.

crazy how an hour ago you were with your bestfriend, being exited about just seeing ellie live, and here you were, she was literally teaching you how to play guitar with hers. this felt all like it was some kind of prank, too good to be true, but you were just there to enjoy yourself at 100%.

Ellie’s hand on your hip was now playing around on your thigh, she’d tell you how good you were doing. she then moved her hand, painfully slow in your inner thigh. your breathing was speeding up like she was already in you…

she has just touch you so little.

you craved her so much.

you let her get higher, she stoked her fingers on your clothed cunt, could feel the wet spot on your panties that was growing since you got into her lodge.

“is this okay?” she asked you. scared she was taking everything too far, but you just pushed her hand closer to where you needed her the most.

Ellie took the guitar away from the both of you and turned you over so she could see your face.

your legs wrapped around her waist and now both of her hands were on your hips.

the atmosphere completely changed. it was romantic and comfortable 2 seconds ago, and now its so much more intense, the room feels hotter and your nervousness is on the top of your head controlling you to stay still.

“ellie…” you whined.

that made ellie so much more bold. her hands moved up from your hips to your cheeks, not forgetting to touch every part of your skin that was on the way. it wasn’t too slow and either too fast, just enough to realize she was getting closer and closer while her eyes switched on your eyes to your lips. you leaned in, like she was a magnet, pulling you towards her. her lips on yours felt the most right thing you’ve ever felt. they were so soft, so warm, so so tender against your lips. the kiss turned into a make out soon enough like it was a relief from all the tension that had built. her tongue dancing against yours, feeling this feeling of euphoria in your whole body, only catching yourself needed more and more.

unconsciously, your hips were rocking against any pressure you could find. ellie stopped her kisses to only replace them on your neck. you tilt your head to give her more access. you had no idea what you were doing, its like your body went into full control and your mind was just beyond the clouds, seeing the stars when her knee pressed against your clothed cunt. a moan and a a relief sigh escaped your lips.

all was happening so fast and ellie was taking your shirt off, as you were doing the same to her, like in those romantic movies when the two characters find eachothers and they get heated in the moment. like there wasn’t time, like you were late to somewhere.

ellie’s fingers found their way, once again on your clit.

“you mind if i take this off?” she asked, with a smirk, but you could see her cheeks blushing, her breath being fast… her hands shaking.

you nodded, way too speechless of the goddess in front of you

“words, i need words baby”

“take it off” you saw, looking at your legs that were still wrapped around ellie’s waist.

ellie layed you down on the bed, now on top of you, looking at you up and down, analyzing your body. she gently touched the hem of your skirt to take it off. you lifted your hips up to help her. her mouvement were painfully slow, as she was trying to make this sooo memorable.

your panties along with your hips were now on the floor of the room. laying with only your bra left.

ellie’s lips returned to yours, while you could feel her hands getting closer to where you needed her the most.

“ellie..?”

“yes, yes? what’s wrong?” she asked, genuine

“i uh.. can i ride on you?” you asked her, closing your eyes to try and hide yourself from the immense embarrassment you felt, but before you knew it, ellie stood up, you looked at her, clearly confused about what she was doing

to your surprise, she only stripped herself, finding her now completely naked. you could see her abs.. her biceps.. the ‘v’ kind of shape she had on her lower stomach.. her small, yet perfect boobs, only finding your mouth watering at the sight- and not only your mouth but your pussy was drenched too.

“are you gonna stop staring at me?” ellie asked as she climbed on top of you, kissing you- again

maybe she felt magnified to you too? just like you felt so attracted to her

you were winning in anticipation and excitement

naturally, her leg intertwined with one of yours so both of your clits were pressing against eachothers.

feeling her like that against you was heaven. grinding yourself against her was beyond beautiful. the scene was so pornographic that i’d create a new sin in the bible.

“els! im so.. close… fuck!!”

“me too, fuck.. together yeah?”

and just like that she gave a couple more trusts against you and you did the same, as your mouvements were synchronized, as if it was destiny to find her and make love with the love of your life.

you saw and felt fireworks, a big release escaped as you were almost screaming by pleasure. and ellie was just, amazed by your fucked expression she could cum again over and over by just being on top of you, looking at you this beautiful. she couldnt stop.

“els! please!” you said as you felt overstimulated by your previous orgasm.

“please give me another one, please.” ellie was begging at this point. as she needed it more than you, as she felt it in her.

she could go on and on, and you would let her abuse your cunt for the rest of your life if it felt like that.

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