#Watch dry I've wear key

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girldad!joel

Hi, it's me thinking about Sarah's dad Joel Miller again. I've been seeing the wonderful headcanons floating around and I just couldn't get all of these sweet images out of my head.

girldad!joel holding a band in between his lips as he keeps glancing down at a magazine tutorial on how to style Sarah’s hair for her first school dance. “It wouldn’t hurt if you just stopped squirming baby girl.”

girldad!joel taking the day off from work to chaperone Sarah’s class field trip to the farm. He sits on the bus, his broad body takes up a whole seat. He gives Sarah her space but she just can’t help hanging with him the whole day. 

girldad!joel wrapping presents on Christmas Eve and lining them up under the tree, stepping back and being proud of how many gifts he can buy his little girl. 

girldad!joel picking Beauty and the Beast to watch for movie night because he feels a lot like Maurice, a single father who would do anything for his spunky, smart daughter.

girldad!joel pouring two bowls of cereal and joining Sarah on the couch for cartoons on Saturday morning. He relishes these lazy mornings, even if Sarah almost always spills milk on the couch.

girldad!joel grocery shopping, trying to stick within his budget but allowing the splurge of Ben & Jerry’s chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and a teeny bopper magazine for Sarah because she’s always such a big help.

girldad!joel dropping Sarah off for her first day of kindergarten, telling her she’s such a big girl and how proud he is of her. He only allows himself to feel a sense of pride that he’s taking good care of his baby girl after he steps up into his truck and is alone. A single tear wells in his eye before he starts the engine and drives to work. 

girldad!joel wearing a cheap plastic tiara and not being able to fit the acrylic ring around his thick finger while sitting around the coffee table and playing Pretty Pretty Princess with Sarah.  

girldad!joel taking Sarah to the hardware store to pick out the perfect color for her big girl bedroom. She sleeps in his bed that night while the paint dries, Joel stays up relishing the feel of her little, warm body against his because he knows it’ll probably be the last time he can hold his baby girl as she falls asleep. 

girldad!joel letting Sarah pick the music in his truck, his cheeks turning pink when she starts to tease him that he actually *does* like the new boy band song. 

girldad!joel putting the little WORLD'S BEST DAD trophy keychain Sarah bought him at the school Christmas store on his keys.

girldad!joel nervously stammering through asking Sarah if she needs any “uh… pads or… hmm… tampons” before he leaves for the store feeling slightly embarrassed at how she rolls her eyes at his embarrassment and tells him she’s good. 

girldad!joel eating all of the marshmallows Sarah burns before she toasts the perfect one for her smore. 

girldad!joel waking up on Saturday morning exhausted from a long week of work guzzling coffee down while he helps Sarah get ready for her soccer game. 

girldad!joel looking up from all of his invoices and complimenting Sarah’s newest colored coloring page while they sit at the dining room table. 

girldad!joel helping Sarah learn to ride her bike, which she easily learns. He takes a giant breath when he watches her pedal away without his help. She’s getting so big.

girldad!joel folding laundry on the couch while watching the Rangers game, he gets a little emotional thinking about how much bigger Sarah’s clothes are now. He fondly remembers folding her onesies and pajamas when he was just an overwhelmed single father of a baby.

girldad!joel wearing the BEST FLIPPIN’ DAD apron Sarah bought him while preparing Thanksgiving dinner for her and Tommy. Boxed mashed potatoes, Stove Top stuffing, jarred gravy, canned cranberries, canned yams with lots of marshmallows on top, Jiffy cornbread, and a turkey that might be a little too dry. Sarah thinks all of it is delicious and saves extra room for grocery store bakery baked pumpkin pie with extra whipped cream. 

girldad!joel stuffing Easter eggs with candy and coins and hiding them all over the house while Sarah sleeps. He cheekily acts shocked when she finds the hidden golden egg with $5 stuffed inside. “Wow baby girl! That’s a lot of money!” 

girldad!joel swearing to himself while putting together a Barbie Dream House for Sarah’s birthday. His frustration grows when part 3C won’t plug into wall 4A. 

girldad!joel dropping Sarah off at Uncle Tommy’s for a sleepover before his first actual date in ten years. Tommy wishes him good luck as he grabs Sarah’s pink backpack from him, Joel can tell his brother’s nervous for him. He’s nervous as hell too. 

girldad!joel shyly letting you know that he has a young daughter, hoping you don’t run away because he really likes you. His heart beats rapidly when you give him a warm smile and ask about her. 

girldad!joel taking Sarah out for ice cream, both of them sitting on the tailgate of his truck. He sucks in a bracing breath before telling her how he’s met somebody who he really likes. She turns, mint chocolate chip green all over her mouth and smiles a wide grin telling him how excited she is and that finally he found someone who could deal with him. 

Also, imagine Joel listening to "Robin" by Taylor Swift. You got the dragonflies above your bed You have a favorite spot on the swing set You have no room in your dreams for regrets You have no idea The time will arrive for the cruel and the mean You'll learn to bounce back just like your trampoline But now we'll curtail your curiosity In sweetness

[rottiens]

BITTERSWEET┊KENJAKU (FAKE GETŌ)

Contents. Suggestive, dirty talk, mouth inspection, he places his hand on your neck in a suggestive way (however he does not squeeze), canon au. Descriptions used for the reader: supersetitious, female-bodied reader, she/her pronouns, the reader is described as an average sorcerer, the reader is shoko's student. The reader wears a skirt. divider creds: cafekitsune.

Notes: I've been wanting to find an excuse to write mouth inspection with kenjaku for a long time, heh. So I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Today was one of those nights where you feel that something might happen, something not ordinary, something different from the same routine you have been following for the last ten months.

If Shoko were here she would call you superstitious— and you were. Though not so much anymore after you met your black cat, Sapphire, and realized that nothing catastrophic happened when he brushed his soft sheep wool-like fur between your legs or when you took him for a walk and both you and Sapphire stepped on the curb lines... no pianos were falling from the sky and you weren't having a bad day, so maybe bad luck was just in your head after all. As was the feeling that something bad would happen soon. 

Though the thought is hard to let go when the actual scene looks like something out of a horror movie. A lonely girl walking through the streets to her apartment after a day's work. 

It was in the air, you feel it heavy as you inhale, almost as if you were swallowing fog, you feel it in the dry leaves of the trees and their old branches that look like hands and rise above your head, you fear they will hover over you and drag you with them under the ground. 

You shake your head, throwing that other image away from you. 

Maybe you weren't that talented compared to your other comrades but you knew how to defend yourself well enough if someone appeared between the alleys to try to attack you, even though your focus is more on medicine and the study you are conducting together with Shoko: "The importance of healing others through reversed cursed energy." You know how to fight hand-to-hand if necessary. 

As you climb the stairs you think to yourself that you should change your thesis topic to a shorter one before you present it and have it thrown in your face, maybe that way they will agree to fund your research this time, after all, the higher ups are not so interested in how to help others heal through cursed energy but rather in seeing how they can find and train and possibly manipulate, one of their minions. 

With a polite smile and your gloved fingers making an amused motion you greet your neighbor, tall, thin, always wearing a cap that covers part of his face; in a way he reminds you of Satoru if not for the sinister smile he always wears as if it had been carved into his face before he was born. 

You insert the key into the knob and in two twists of your wrist you are inside the comfort of your apartment. Everything is the same as you left it, an unfinished cup of coffee on the shelf next to the door and the closed windows you haven't opened in days makes the dust accumulate faster and you have a theory that's why you've been sneezing so much these days, red, watery eyes and an incredibly annoying nose full of water— it must be that, the dust, and not the hairs Sapphire drops on your clothes, of course. 

Even in the safety of your apartment you feel watched, that unsettling feeling that the walls have eyes following you everywhere. You feel someone's cold eyes boring into the back of your head as you head to the kitchen and then when you open the fridge to grab a bottle of water, just before you swallow, you turn around hurriedly with your hands at chest level along with the bottle pointed away from you simulating a gun. 

No one is there as expected, you find yourself pointing down the silent hallway with a bottle of water dripping on the floor, as if it will actually protect you from something and you feel like a fool. You exhale, and laugh putting the bottle down, finally relaxing your shoulders.

You are at home. Nothing bad could happen to you there. 

"It's fun to see you scared, but I'm already bored of playing." 

Your body recognizes the voice before your ears do. Your feet turn on their heels again raising the bottle causing a large amount of water to wet your shoes, part of your long skirt and finally the floor. Seeing him in front of you the shock causes you to squeeze the bottle from the sides and a larger puddle forms on your feet. You want to run away, but you are afraid that if you do you will fall into the mess you created. 

You're used to seeing him in the school conference room, two pictures pinned with red pins on the board so along with his information and everything you need to know about him to run or fight depending on your grade as a sorceress. 

You had to run away. Knees failing, bile rising in your stomach and burning in your throat, you force yourself to swallow it like a fat pill for your headaches and trot off to feign bravery. 

"Suguru Geto."

He smiles instantly and you remember that smile as familiar..., it's identical to your neighbor's. 

"Did you miss me?" Suguru doesn't move a muscle past his eyes scanning you up and down and you think he can read your thoughts so you look away from him because maybe then you can stop him from seeing inside you and how scared you are. 

Suguru looks the same, talks the same, dresses the same. However there is something strange and different about him and it's not just that unusual mark on his forehead. At the thought you return to him, the devilish grin has warped into a straight line, there was no longer that funny grimace on his features now it has been replaced by an expression you can't read. Taking a second look at the scar, you realize that they are threads keeping the skin on his forehead bound and tight. 

"I've come for something you have and it belongs to me." 

There is raw doubt showing on your face through your drawn together eyebrows and pursed lips that, after a moment, split into realization. Suguru waits for you, as understanding as you remember. 

This time you notice his body leaning slightly over yours, his height towering over yours in an almost friendly way, the way an adult would with a child he's trying to sweetly explain something to... but none of this made sense.

"I should report you..." Your mouth filters your thoughts without giving you time to process it, then something changes on his face, something as minimal as the curvature of his eyebrow coming back into place in a blink and brief wrinkles forming at the edges of his lips. 

In an act of bravery you turn on your heels and pick up the knife that is resting on the countertop, still dirty from the peanut butter you used to prepare your sandwich this morning, all around, the ants that joined to worship it just like a god flee in terror as soon as you take it with you in a vain attempt to defend yourself since his left hand maneuvers and pushes you against the hardness of the countertop disarming you even before you can act.

Your cheek smashes into the concrete and you are sure something has broken in your jaw. Groaning in pain, you struggle to free yourself as your hands have been tied behind your lower back. 

Suguru snorts in the shell of your ear, warm and gentle, just like the autumn breeze.

"Okay. I can see why this body won't stop reminding you. It's annoying." You grind your teeth and struggle for your freedom until you realize you're not going to get it and you're just wasting strength, so you decide to come up with a better plan this time. You look up in front of you to see what you can do to free yourself, you only find the ants witnessing what is happening and in the background, the coffee pot and an old toaster that is losing its color. "...That's why I'm going to slowly let you go and you're going to look for it. Do you understand?"

Apparently Suguru said something you should have been paying attention to but panic, buzzing around like hornet's wings in your ears prevents you from hearing anything but the screaming in your head. 

Carefully he helps you to your feet, sinking his long fingers into your forearms and gently turning you to look at him. Those eyes consume you just like flames, something hot toasts your cheeks and spreads from your nose to your neck. 

Suguru smells like fresh sliced oranges, a bittersweet smell that gradually fades under the stench of ashes from something that was recently burned. 

"Who are you?" you spit disdainfully, looking him up and down.

Your eyes must have been deceiving you, maybe this was nothing more than a visual technique, because you could smell his cursed energy very subtly underneath that facade, but deep down you know this is not your friend. He grabs your cheeks and presses your skin until your lips form a forced pout and even though your hands are free you stand still letting him touch you. 

You should fight, spit at him, try to run. However, you stand still being consumed by guilt and deep down the desire that he is the one who is touching you again. The last you heard from Suguru was that Satoru ``killed him" no one believed him, especially after his body "accidentally" disappeared. Since he (Geto) gave no trouble and didn't show up to corroborate the rumors of the higher ups (until now), no one bothered to look for him or accuse him. But what had become of him, why is he showing up now, and what was he doing here? Oh, right, though. You already know the answer to one of those questions. 

Suguru loosens his grip on your cheeks which instantly burn and ache, he then explores your lips with his thumb and your breathing becomes unsteady. Out of inertia, you open your mouth just a little, as if it's something you must do. The same finger pushes past the rim of your lips and brushes your teeth back and forth, the taste of sweaty, dirty skin overflowing in slow motion onto your palate which reacts with an overstimulation of saliva. 

"Open." It's a simple, even innocent command, "Show me your mouth." The request is unusual, it fills you with chills, when you don't react to his voice, Suguru impatiently presses his thumb against your flat tongue and takes it a little deeper into the cavity of your mouth. 

You force yourself not to cough even though your eyes fill with water showing your discomfort. Still, you acquiesce to the command by loosening your jaw further and showing him the box that is your mouth, teeth, fangs and a tongue stained from the tea you ingested this morning. 

"Beautiful." Suguru comments, admiring you with wide eyes. "You're drooling a little." Is that condescension you hear in his voice? You can't finish processing that thought because you sense his body clinging closer to yours, slamming you painfully against the countertop, the hard concrete sinking into your ribs as you try to pull away from him but to no avail. You can only stand there and take it, as you are watched like a specimen under the magnifying glass. 

His thumb finally comes out of your mouth and you rush to breathe a sigh of relief, but before you can sing victory and celebrate your freedom, the same finger drags your lower lip down, wiping the trickle of drool that escaped out of you. With the same wet finger, he moves from your chin to your neck and then there, he carefully encloses his hand in your throat. Suguru doesn't squeeze, just lets you feel the weight of his fingers, an indirect threat of the power he has over you right now.

"Who are you?" you repeat with more assurance. 

Your vocal cords vibrate beneath his hand, he is trembling with excitement.

"Interesting." Again, after being ignored, his hazel eyes look you up and down warily. "It's not just me. This body is burning with desire for you too, I can barely control it." There's a smile on his face, not full but more of a lopsided smirk that creases the corner of his lips.  

"I wonder if you're wet." You close your eyes so as not to roll them. His fingers leave your neck and move along your rib cage, your navel... and stop above your crotch. Then you open your eyes wide... suguru still has the same expression as before. "It's this little clit eager to be touched?" His voice is a purr, overflowing with desire on your skin and serving as an aphrodisiac that makes your pussy wet with every interaction. "You want me to fuck you here, hm? Like last time?"

You pucker your eyes and force yourself to ihnalate, to remember to breathe and ignore how hard you can feel him on your thigh. It's ridiculously thick, rocking innocently on you and filling you with inappropriate thoughts. 

"You need to leave." 

He clicks his tongue and makes the lightest of thrusts into your crotch which is enough to have you hunching your back, barely hiding your face in his chest. "Do I really need to?" 

You sigh. Almost pained. ".. yeah."

You are more interesting than he thought. 

Suguru moves away taking a short step back and your feet forget how to stand causing your knees to buckle a little. 

"Give me what belongs to me and I'll leave." 

You nod, still with your head in the clouds. Your fingers sink into the countertop using it as a cane to prop your body upright and help you steady yourself again. 

"Wait here." You're sure there's something strange about him, whether or not it's the suguru you met your soul couldn't tell him apart so now what you need to do is get away from him, kick him out of your house and come up with a plan that will allow you to call satoru as soon as possible....

"I'll go with you."

You look over your shoulder to find him following you down the dimly lit hallway, hands inside the sleeves of his robe and footsteps inaudible unlike your own. You turn your eyes to the front, you don't want to fight or argue so you let him follow you in silence until you reach your room, scenes and ways to escape cross in front of your eyes like a lived dream, unfortunately in none of them do you manage to escape or fight and emerge victorious. 

"You redecorated," Suguru comments, admiring your room. Rolling his eyes over the books you have on the bookshelf in the back, touching with his fingertips the desk where you normally sit to write on it in your journal... journal that was right there in the corner, one blue pen down. 

You get on all fours on the floor and look under the bed until you get a small black box, a little bigger than one that would hold an engagement ring. Then you get up and push it into his chest without looking at him, without asking questions, but his fingers cling firmly to your jaw and make you look at him. 

The last time he was here was years ago. It's overwhelming to have him in front of you in the flesh, there are so many things you want to say, to ask... but you'd rather keep quiet. You notice him looking at your lips undisguised, somewhat still sore from the earlier stimulation in the kitchen. 

"Suguru..."

"Come with me."

You know it's the devil's proposition. You know what's going to happen to you if the old men find out he was even here. You slowly lower his hand away from you and he lets you, and instantly your gaze flees again; this time to the way your hands are joined against each other and a knot of longing ties your gut. 

"You should go."

"I'm coming back with a proposition," he replies instantly. 

You ignore him. Summoning up the courage to look him in the eye and ask the obvious. 

"What do you plan to do with that?" 

That. The finger that was ripped from an ancient curse in some period of sorcery. A simple index finger that holds so much power that sometimes you feel it vibrate and emanate in waves under your bed, waking you up in the wee hours of the morning. You shouldn't have it, you should have handed it over some time ago, otherwise you wouldn't be in this situation now. 

Suguru leans over you and kisses your forehead. As lovely as he has always done, and you close your eyes at the contact wishing you could hold on to this moment forever. 

Without a word, he pulls away again. Just like before. He walks to your window, pulls the curtains aside and looks out. Without another word or even turning to look at you one last time, he climbs up to the window frame and from there he jumps out into the void. You turn just in time to see him disappear away from you into the sky on a huge bird with white wings and an unusual beak that at first glance looked like a distant relative of the dinosaurs. 

You are sure he would come back again and this time you would be waiting for him. After all, he promised.

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clueless

mason mount x reader one shot - fake dating, smut and fluff

warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, virgin reader, first time sex, dom!mason and sub!reader, dirty talk, praise and degradation, body worship, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, overstimulation, I think that's it but pls lmk if I missed anything!

word count: 18.1k+ (she's a mammoth, ofc)

a/n: this is unedited and it’s also 2 different wips mashed together so pls forgive any mistakes or inconsistencies, i’ll edit this tomorrow! happy valentine's day! ik i've been very quiet recently but i'm gifting you guys with this to make up for it! the buildup is very long but the smut is hopefully worth it lol, it's very soft by my usual standard but i think you guys will still like it! lmk what you think <3

‘You’re late,’ I say as I open the front door, not bothering to welcome him in before I turn and head back into the kitchen, his amused chuckling making me roll my eyes. I continue with the washing up, hearing him shut the front door and enter the kitchen a few moments later.

‘You’re late too. I said to be ready for half past. It’s quarter to and you’re still washing up,’ he points out, helping himself to a cookie from the jar on the counter before sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar. ‘I only started washing up because you weren’t here yet. What do you expect me to do? Sit by the door waiting for you?’ I ask without looking at him, washing the dishes with vigour to get my irritation out. ‘Yeah. That’s exactly what I expect,’ he responds, smirk audible in his voice, and I look over my shoulder to shoot him a death stare, looking at him properly for the first time.

Annoyingly, he looks as handsome as he always does, dressed in a pair of baby blue joggers and a white t-shirt with some obscure designer logo on it. His beard is at the perfect length, and so is his hair, fluffy and soft-looking. His skin is just about holding onto its tan from the World Cup and he looks like he’s been spending a lot of time in the gym, clothes tighter around his muscles than they used to be.

‘Can we go? As nice as the view is from here, I don’t want to spend my day off watching you wash up,’ he says impatiently, his demand annoying me so much that I almost don’t notice the comment on my ass. ‘Maybe if you hadn’t been late,’ I say irritably, rinsing off the last dish before washing my hands and drying them, the boy eating another cookie.

‘Stop eating all my cookies,’ I snap, so close to snatching it out of his hand, and he rolls his eyes before finishing it off. ‘I’ll buy you more.’ ‘I made them myself.’ ‘Oh, so that’s why they taste like shit then,’ he grins, and I take a deep breath to compose myself, heading towards the front door before I put his head through my kitchen wall.

I sit down on the bottom step of the staircase to put my boots on, doing up the zip slowly so I don’t catch my socks in it (it’s happened one too many times, and I’m sick of having holey socks). I’m wearing an outfit inspired by Clueless – a white bodycon ribbed dress with a thin pink cardigan over the top of it, and white knee high boots that add a couple extra inches to my height.

I check my reflection in the mirror beside the front door, Mason leaning against the doorframe and inspecting his nails in a way that indicates how bored he is waiting for me, and I make sure my phone, keys, lipgloss and powder are all in my little white Hermes Kelly bag before I turn to face him.

‘Ready?’ Mason asks, not waiting for an answer before he opens the door and walks out. Chivalry is dead. I lock up behind us, the boy already sat in the car by the time I head down the patio steps, and I’m surprised when he at least has the courtesy to push open the passenger side door for me. The kindness of the gesture is lost when the door hits me and nearly knocks me over, Mason laughing uncontrollably as I scowl at him.

I climb into the car, shutting the door behind me before adjusting the seat to my liking. He starts the engine, racing out of my driveway as I connecting my phone with Bluetooth to the car. He doesn’t say anything but his pursed lips say everything for him – he’s always complaining about my passenger-princess tendencies. I shuffle my Summer Walker playlist, Mason groaning when the opening notes of ‘Tonight’ start playing out of the speakers on either side of us. He skips it, but when he realises the next song’s Summer as well, he doesn’t bother trying to turn it off, letting me skip it back to the last song.

‘All you listen to is RnB. Doesn’t it get boring?’ he grumbles as I sing along obnoxiously loud, flexing my vocals by acing Summer’s runs. ‘Better than the music you listen to.’ ‘I listen to music by people that you’re friends with.’ ‘That’s beside the point. They might be my friends but I can acknowledge that their music is not good.’ ‘It’s not a flex to have no taste.’

‘I know you, a footballer, are not trying to tell me, a singer-songwriter, about music taste. I don’t try and tell you about… football stuff,’ I say pointedly, and he shoots me a side-eye. ‘Because you haven’t got a clue about football.’ ‘Neither do you but I don’t say shit,’ I say sweetly, getting a half-hearted dirty look in response.

‘What are we doing today?’ he asks, and I raise an eyebrow at him. ‘You haven’t planned anything?’ I ask jokingly, and he doesn’t even dignify it with a response, both of us knowing fully well that I always plan our dates. ‘It’s Valentine’s next week. You have to plan that at least,’ I say, and he rolls his eyes at the reminder. ‘Why?’ ‘Because I’m sick of always planning our dates! You’re the boy. You should take responsibility for date planning, not me.’ ‘How feminist of you,’ he says sarcastically, and I scoff. ‘Feminism’s about choice, and I choose to be treated like a princess by my boyfriend.’ ‘Maybe you should find a real boyfriend instead then,’ he says dryly, and I let out an irritated huff.

Mason is my fake boyfriend – our agents work for the same company and thought it would be mutually beneficial for us to be in a PR relationship. For me, they thought dating Chelsea and England’s starboy would only boost me to higher levels of fame and introduce me and my music to an entirely new audience, and they were right – I never thought I’d have Chelsea fans asking me for photos outside Stamford Bridge before matches.

Mason, however, is getting a lot more out of this than I am. In the last year or so, he’s been getting a bit of a negative reputation – being pictured with influencer girlies, hanging with the wrong crowd, getting drunk a bit too often, not to mention the dip in his form on the pitch. His agent decided to find him a good, clean-cut girlfriend who would lead him back onto the straight and narrow, as well as help to change the minds of Chelsea fans who think he’s a lazy waste of space.

My reputation is perfect to improve Mason’s. I’ve never been involved in any kind of controversy and I’m always on my best behaviour when I’m out in public. On top of that, I went on a friend’s podcast about a year ago, and when the conversation turned to NDAs and celebrity flings, I confessed that I’ve never dated and I’m a virgin. All of a sudden, I became the nation’s sweet, pure and innocent sweetheart. I hate to benefit from the patriarchy but my virginal status has made me a supposed ‘good role model’ for the young girls of today, so my fanbase has increased drastically.

‘Maybe I will. Then you can kiss your improved reputation goodbye.’ ‘More than I can do to you. Maybe then I can find a less boring fake girlfriend. Someone who’s actually been touched by a man before,’ he says pointedly, bringing up the contract I made him sign despite his reluctance for the thousandth time.

Mason and I actually knew each other before this whole thing started – we ran in the same social circles, and we always got along relatively well. But, as soon as I laid out the rules about what he could and couldn’t do with me, things quickly went sour in our relationship.

Because the entire world thinks he’s dating me, he’s not allowed to flirt/date/kiss/sleep with any other girls – it would only tarnish his reputation even more if it got out, defeating the point of this relationship. I assume he thought I’d sleep with him (so that he’d still be getting some), so he didn’t take it well at all when I told him I didn’t even want him to kiss me, let alone sleep with me.

He thought I was being unreasonable, and that no one would believe we were together if there wasn’t any PDA, but I thought it was perfectly reasonable that I didn’t want to waste all my firsts on a fake boyfriend– I just about allowed him to hold my hand or put his hand on my lower back (not too low though). As time’s gone on, we’ve been getting along less and bickering more, so now he barely even does those things. It’s like he hates touching me – he practically jumps a mile in the air whenever our arms brush against each other. It doesn’t bother me much though – I’d much rather be touched by a man that actually wants to touch me.

‘You need to tell me what we’re doing so I know which way to go,’ he says, coming to a stop at a junction. ‘The Vault. I need to get my nails done, and do some shopping.’ ‘You’re having a laugh. You basically want me to be your taxi driver and bag-holder today. That’s not a date,’ he says, sounding outraged, and I roll my eyes. ‘We can go for dinner there too. And anyway, celeb couples always go shopping together,’ I say mildly, the boy still shaking his head despite how he takes the turning for the route to The Vault, a designer outlet around five minutes away from my house.

He drives in a stony silence but I don’t let his bad mood dampen my good one, still singing along to Summer Walker and watching the world pass us by out the window. This weather is still freezing at the moment but it’s a beautiful day regardless of the temperature. The sky’s a lovely clear blue, not a cloud in sight, and the sun is beating down brightly.

It’s not long until we arrive at the shopping centre, and Mason pulls up in front of the main entrance, both of us getting out of the car. Mason grabs a matching baby blue hoodie out of the boot before handing the valet the keys while I fix my skirt, making sure I look picture perfect.

He waits for me to join him, offering his hand reluctantly, and I take it, letting him lock his fingers with mine. We walk through the automatic doors into the warmth of The Vault, and I let out a happy sigh. I love this place so much – the fluffy carpets, comfy chaise lounge chairs and crystal chandeliers everywhere scream luxury.

‘Where to first?’ Mason asks, and I point towards the directory stand, the nail shop on the third floor. He leads me to the lift, letting me in first and pressing the buttons so I don’t have to get my hands dirty. He’s lacking in a lot of things, but he’s always a gentleman in public, and I appreciate it even if it is just for the eyes of everyone else.

When we enter the nail shop, whispers run around the room. It tends to be only rich people that shop at The Vault, but it’s not every day that two international stars walk in together. ‘y/n, darling! How are you?’ my nail tech asks, appearing from the back room to come and give me a hug. ‘I’m good, Christie. How are you?’ ‘I’m good, my love. So introduce me then,’ she prompts, not one for subtlety, and I cringe internally as I say, ‘this is my boyfriend, Mason. Mase, this is Christie, my nail tech.’

‘Nice to meet you,’ he says with a brilliant smile, his charming behaviour making me supress an eyeroll. I never get this charming side – he reserves it for everyone else, and I get the annoying dickhead side instead. ‘Such a good-looking boy,’ Christie says to me, and I force out a little laugh, making myself nod in agreement. ‘Not as good-looking as my girlfriend, though,’ he jokes naturally with a little smile at me, affection in his eyes, and I’m taken aback at how good his acting is.

‘Of course, of course. Now, come, let’s get started,’ Christie says, leading us to her table in the corner, everyone’s eyes following us across the room. I take a seat, hanging my bag on the chair, and Mason hovers awkwardly beside me. ‘Sit here, Mase,’ I say, motioning to the seat beside me, but he shakes his head. ‘I’m gonna do some shopping. I’ll be back in a bit,’ he says, and I feel a little bit guilty for dragging him here.

‘You can… go, if you want. I’ll get Isla to pick me up later,’ I say, but he waves it off immediately. ‘Nah, it’s fine, I don’t mind looking around the shops. I’ll be back soon, alright?’ he says, and I nod, mustering up a smile for him as he goes. The other girls in the shop watch him as he walks to the exit, sparking jealousy in me, followed by surprise at myself. I don’t know what’s wrong with me but the thought of these other girls fancying him makes me rage internally.

Christie starts removing my old set, distracting me as she chatters away about the latest drama in her tumultuous life. Last time I saw her, she was dating a Brighton player, but now apparently she’s moved on from him and she’s got a Kpop boy in her DMs. I get my nails done every three weeks, and she has a different love interest every single time.

Mason reappears when Christie’s painting gel polish onto my new set, a smile on his face when I meet his eyes. All the girls are watching him again but his eyes don’t stray from me, satisfaction filling me. Ogle him all you want, ladies, but he’s my fake boyfriend.

He has a Starbucks cup in his hand which he puts down on the table as he sits in the chair beside me. ‘An iced blonde caramel macchiato with soy milk and sugar-free syrup,’ he announces, and I can’t hold back my smile as I look at him in surprise. ‘You remembered my order?’ I ask, and he lets out a laugh. ‘Not off by heart. It’s in my notes app so I don’t have to ask you every time,’ he says, the truth touching me even more. He knew he won’t be able to remember so he made a note of it. It’s sweet.

‘You’re cute, Mount,’ I say affectionately, maybe giving him the first compliment since this relationship began. ‘You’re about to find me even cuter,’ he says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a bag of gourmet jelly beans that he must have gotten from Selfridges – their confectionary section is massive. ‘Mase,’ I say, dragging the word out in a way that makes him grin.

‘Thought you might want a snack, because you’ve probably only had fruit for breakfast,’ he says, knowing me so well, and I roll my eyes. ‘Yeah, because jelly beans are really gonna make up for a light breakfast.’ ‘Better than nothing.’ ‘I suppose. Thank you,’ I say, leaning towards him and planting a kiss on his cheek, the boy raising an eyebrow when I pull away. I only save cheek kisses for when he’s not being at all irritating, and he knows that. The smirk on his face clearly means he’s satisfied at being in my good books for once.

Christie has one of my hands in the UV nail lamp and the other in her hand, intricately painting on a heart, so I can’t pick up the drink. I lean towards it to try and take a sip but it’s a little too far away, and I don’t want to move too much for fear of getting told off by Christie (the woman doesn’t play). ‘Here,’ Mason says, lifting the cup and holding it to me. I take a long sip through the straw, our eyes locked together, and I feel weirdly shy under his gaze, dropping eye contact after a few moments. He lets out a soft chuckle, amused at my nerves.

Come on, bitch, pull yourself together. Don’t let Mason Mount get you flustered. ‘Want a jelly bean?’ he asks and I nod, Mason opening the packet and getting one out. I stick my tongue out, and he falters for a moment, victory filling me. He puts the jelly bean on my tongue, eyes on mine, and I take the jelly bean into my mouth, chewing it with a small smile, the boy rolling his eyes.

We go on like that while Christie does my nails, Mason feeding me jelly beans (whilst eating more than double the amount I do) and holding up my drink for me to have a sip every couple minutes, his phone in his hand as he scrolls distractedly through tiktok. We start an unspoken game, trying to get each flustered and seeing who can hold eye contact longer. I hate to admit it, but he’s definitely winning, and it really pisses me off.

Yes, I’m a virgin, but I still own and use my sexuality – I might know nothing about the actual act of sex but I know how to make a guy want it. Before I was with Mason, I’d get a kick out of leading on these rich and famous guys only to leave them hanging. Not over a long time, of course. Just for a couple hours at parties or in the club. There’s something so fun about letting a guy think he’s gonna get to take you home but leaving with your girls instead. It’s always the same, with prolonged eye contact, suggestive actions (putting on lipgloss or sipping a drink with puckered lips through a straw), and light physical contact. But Mason’s never fallen prey to any of that – he’s never tried it on with me.

I suppose it’s a good thing, because he’s really fucking annoying and I don’t want to sleep with him. We’re at a mutual agreement that this is nothing more than a fake relationship and all we have to do is tolerate each other, so it’d ruin that if either of us ever tried to make it something more. Not that either of us want to, of course. We literally can’t stand each other.

‘Shall I add his initials?’ Christie asks, breaking me out of my thoughts, and it takes me a moment to register her question. In that moment, Mason answers for me. ‘Yeah, add my initials,’ he grins, and I barely stop myself from shooting him a dirty look. ‘Shall I do it on your ring finger?’ she asks, and I cringe internally. I’m about to get the initials of a guy who doesn’t see me romantically painted on my ring finger nail. The finger I’m supposed to save for an engagement ring.

‘Um… do his initials on the right ring finger, and his number on the left ring finger. 19,’ I say – it doesn’t make much of a difference but it feels better than the other option. The base colour of my nails is nude, and the hearts are white and pink. Christie uses white to paint his number onto the pink heart on my left ring fingernail, and pink to paint his initials onto the white heart on my right ring fingernail. I hate to admit it but it looks really cute, and I get a warm feeling in my chest at having a boys’ initials on my nails, even if they are Mason’s.

‘Kimmy! Come and get some photos of her nails,’ Christie says, the social media girl rushing over with her phone. She has me putting my hands in different positions and angles, finally satisfied after five minutes of pictures and videos. Mason’s waiting for me beside the door with my bag and my drink in his hands, and I rush over, quickly saying goodbye to the other technicians.

‘£120, like usual?’ I ask Christie as I take my drink from Mason, the boy still holding my bag, and Christie shakes her head. ‘Your boyfriend paid already,’ she says before bidding me goodbye and disappearing off into the back. ‘You shouldn’t have p-’ ‘It’s fine. I made you get my initials so it’s only right,’ he says offhandedly, and I raise an eyebrow, a small smile on my lips. ‘It’s okay if you wanted to pay for them. You can just admit it,’ I joke, and he rolls his eyes.

‘It’s your Valentine’s present,’ he says, my jaw dropping. ‘You’d better be joking,’ I say threateningly, a small grin on his face. ‘I’m joking. I’ve already got your gifts, babe,’ he says easily, taking my hand into his, and I hear lots of ‘aww’s from the girls behind me. ‘Good,’ I reply sternly, letting him lead me out into the corridor, walking leisurely past the shops.

‘We actually do need to plan something for Valentine’s though,’ I say quietly once we’re out of earshot of anyone else, and he remains silent. ‘I know you’d rather not spend a random Tuesday night with me but it looks suspicious if we don’t do anything. And if we don’t plan something, our agents will, and their plans are always boring,’ I continue, met with even more silence. ‘Let’s not do the usual dinner and drinks. We could do an activity instead! Bowling is always cute. Or mini golf, even though I’m shit at it. Maybe even-’ ‘y/n,’ Mason cuts me off, hesitating to continue speaking before he sighs.

‘I’ve already planned Valentine’s,’ he admits, and I stare at him blankly for a long few moments. ‘What?’ ‘I’ve made plans for us already,’ he says, and I feel my eyebrows furrow in confusion. ‘Why didn’t you say anything?’ I ask, and he sighs again. ‘I thought I’d surprise you. I heard you talking with Steph about how you’ve never done anything for Valentine’s with a boy, and I know you don’t want to waste all your firsts on a fake boyfriend, but we have to do something on Valentine’s anyway so I thought I’d make it special for you,’ he says quietly, rubbing the back of his neck embarrassedly, and I feel myself melting inside. I think I might even cry.

‘That’s… really nice. Thanks, Mase,’ I say softly, and he just waves off my gratitude, clearly feeling awkward. ‘It’s alright. It was about time I planned a date anyway, so I thought I’d show you how it’s done,’ he jokes, and I shove him lightly, laughing. ‘The dates I plan are always fun!’ ‘Oh, yeah, this date has been really fun,’ he says drily, and I feel a bit sheepish at that. I wanted to piss him off but now I feel guilty.

‘Let’s just go then,’ I say, and he shakes his head. ‘It’s fine. Do your shopping first.’ ‘It can wait. There’s nothing urgent I need to get,’ I say, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘Are you sure?’ ‘Mmhmm.’ ‘Where are we gonna go instead?’ he asks, and I think it over for a moment. ‘Back to mine,’ I say, a smirk finding his lips.

‘Say less.’ ‘Don’t get any ideas,’ I warn, the boy chuckling. ‘What are we gonna do at yours then?’ ‘Valentine’s baking!’ I say excitedly, the boy staring at me deadpan. ‘Baking?’ ‘Yes. You’re always eating my baking so now’s your chance to make up for it and do some baking of your own.’ ‘I’m always eating your baking because that’s what you’re supposed to do with it. Not just let it sit in a jar on your counter until it goes off,’ he says pointedly, and I roll my eyes.

‘Okay, fair point. But speaking of baking going off, those cookies are on their way out so they need replacing,’ I smile, and he just grumbles under his breath. ‘Fine, we’ll go back to your house and do baking, but you owe me a homecooked meal afterwards,’ he bargains. ‘Deal. What do you wanna eat?’ ‘You,’ he grins, and I roll my eyes, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach. ‘Other than me,’ I say, and he considers it for a second. ‘Tacos.’ ‘So me and tacos for dinner?’ I ask amusedly, and he laughs, pulling me into his arms. ‘Sounds perfect.’

‘Oh, my feet are killing me,’ I sigh as we walk through my front door, Mason letting go of my hand so I can sit on the bottom step of my staircase. ‘Sorry. I should’ve told you to wear more sensible footwear,’ Mason says as he locks the door after himself, and I shake my head. ‘It’s fine. I would’ve worn these anyway. They’re my V-Day boots!’ I say happily, clicking my heels together.

After finding out I had surprise plans for Valentine’s Day, I bought a new pair of boots for the occasion. I already had a pink mini dress in the exact same shade as the hearts on these white boots, and I was sold the second I saw that the heels are heart-shaped. Mason said it was a bit morbid that every step I took was stamping on hearts, but I thought it was cute.

We’ve been bickering and having stupid arguments all day but, overall, I’ve really enjoyed spending Valentine’s Day with him. He’s been irritating as usual, but he’s also been sweet and romantic as well, which was definitely surprising. I didn’t say anything about it though, because we’re in a good patch at the moment and I don’t want to ruin it.

After he paid for my Valentine’s nails the other day, we come back and baked some Valentine’s cupcakes and cookies. We filmed a vlog for my YouTube channel and Tiktok videos for both of our accounts, like we always do when we do stuff like this. The difference this time was the lack of acting – our affection, flirting and joking together was all real. We bickered, like we always do, but it was light-hearted, and he kept resolving it with stuffing chocolate in my mouth or pulling me into warm hugs.

After baking, I cooked chicken tacos and we sat together at the kitchen island to eat. We chatted idly as we ate, and he actually complimented my cooking. When he got a call from his parents saying they were on their way to his house, the night ended abruptly and, despite my disappointment, I was relieved. I’d felt myself starting to look at him differently and that scared the shit out of me, so I was happy to send him on his way with a box of cupcakes and cookies for his family.

We didn’t speak again after then until last night, when he messaged telling me to be ready for 10am. He showed up on time, with gifts too! I proudly put the bouquet of red and white roses into a vase as he watched with a satisfied grin, making sure to put the single pink rose in the middle. He also insisted on me opening the box of chocolates so I could try one, and it was the best chocolate I’ve ever had. I googled the brand, To-ak, and I couldn’t believe my eyes at the price. He spent £300 on a box of chocolates for me.

We started the day with breakfast at my favourite brunch spot in The Vault. We got one avo-and-egg on toast and one plate of berry pancakes, sharing both dishes like a real couple. Then he drove us into the city for bowling and mini golf – he said he wanted to burst out laughing when I mentioned both of those things at The Vault last week. He tried his best to coach me at both activities (and I had no complaints at his body pressed up behind mine as he guided my movements and held my hands) but he still managed to beat me at both. I didn’t mind though – I would’ve gotten the ick if my athletic fake boyfriend lost to me at bowling and mini golf.

Then we went for Afternoon Tea on Park Lane followed by watching A Midsummer Night’s Dream on the West End. Mason has no interest in theatre but he knows I love it so he sucked it up, and even bought us box tickets so we had a perfect view of the stage. I didn’t even realise I was starting to get cold until I’d shivered, and Mason took his jacket off to lay it across my lap before moving closer to me, wrapping an arm around me to keep me warm.

After the theatre, he took me to dinner at Le Gavroche, an expensive French restaurant. I was too fussy to eat most of the food but I was still more than happy to be there, sitting opposite a pretty boy in a fancy restaurant, flirting over champagne and French cheese. And he got me McDonald’s nuggets on the way home so I wouldn’t complain about being hungry.

Now we’re back at mine. I invited him in, without any reason as to why, but he accepted. We’ve both been so… lovey-dovey and cute today. It’s so weird actually getting along with him but it feels right at the same time, which is scary. Multiple times today, I’ve had to remind myself that our relationship is fake, feeling a jolt at the thought.

‘Who buys new shoes for Valentine’s Day?’ he asks amusedly. ‘Bad bitches,’ I say proudly before trying to take them off. With them being brand new, the zips are very stiff, and I’m holding them at a stupid angle because of my long nails. ‘Let me help,’ Mason laughs after a few seconds of watching me struggle, dropping to one knee and lifting his hands to the top of my left zip. His skin brushes against mine, the contact at my inner thigh making me shiver, and his eyes remain locked with mine as he undoes the zip, carefully pulling the boot off my foot and leaving me in my thigh high socks. He does the same with the other, the completely innocent act making my stomach clench.

He stands up, holding out a hand to help me up, and he keeps my hand in his as he leads me to the kitchen. ‘Don’t tell me you’re hungry,’ I tease, getting a look of feigned offence in response. He ate every last crumb on both of our plates and shared my nuggets with me in the car – the boy can eat but I’ll be shocked if he has any more room.

‘I’m thirsty,’ he says, letting go of my hand to get a glass out of the cupboard, about to pour himself some water. ‘Let’s have some wine,’ I say suddenly, Mason raising an amused eyebrow at me. ‘I have to drive home, and I’ve already at the limit with that champagne,’ he reminds me. ‘You can stay the night. I have a couple guest bedrooms you can choose from,’ I say quietly, his gaze warm on my skin as his grin grows.

‘Yeah?’ he asks, and I nod, struggling to keep eye contact with him, the butterflies in my stomach going wild. I wasn’t even propositioning him – I just thought it’d be nice to finish the day with late night chats over a glass of wine, not a quiet and empty house. ‘Okay, I’ll have some wine.’ ‘Which one do you want?’ I ask, opening my wine cupboard and moving aside to show him. ‘I want the one in the living room,’ he says, and I blink in confusion. ‘Living room?’ ‘Yeah. There’s a bottle of wine in your living room,’ he repeats, and I frown. ‘What? Where?’ I ask, heading towards the living room.

I gasp when I spot the presents on the coffee table, looking back at Mason who grins at me. ‘You didn’t think I just got you flowers and chocolate, did you?’ he asks, looking very proud of himself, and I rush into the living room excitedly, wanting to see my gifts. I take a couple photos first, knowing I’ll want to remember this moment, and he just watches on with a self-satisfied grin. ‘Which one shall I open first?’ I ask, and he points to the bottle bag amusedly, both of us already knowing what it is after what he said.

I get through the gifts pretty quickly in my excitement, tearing the co-ordinated pink wrapping paper and being careful not to drop the confetti and the glitter in each gift bag on the floor. Every single gift is so me; the rosé wine, the pink crystal butterfly hairclips, the signed Summer Walker vinyls, the Huda Beauty pink eyeshadow palette, the pink lego flowers set and the dusty pink knee-high boots with my name printed on the soles. I never realised he knew me so well, but every single gift is perfect. The boots are even my size!

‘One left,’ he says, handing me a pink velvet jewellery box, and my eyes fill with tears before I even open it. ‘y/n, don’t cry!’ he exclaims, alarmed, and I blink back the tears quickly, opening the box with shaking hands. I gasp at the set inside, a hand over my mouth and my eyes wide. ‘It’s called pink sapphire, which I didn’t even know was a thing but, apparently, it is. It’s also custom so I can’t really return it, but I’ll just, like, give it to a charity auction or something if you don’t like it,’ he says, obviously nervous, and I shake my head.

‘I love it, Mason. It’s so beautiful,’ I whisper, already enamoured with the pink sapphire stones set into the pendant on the silver necklace, the silver tennis bracelet and the silver hoops. ‘That’s good then,’ he says, actually letting out a sigh of relief before he helps me put it all on, watching with an affectionate smile as I admire myself in my front camera.

‘This is all too much, Mason. It must have cost you a bomb,’ I say, and he waves off my concerns. ‘It’s fine. I fucked up your birthday so this is the least I could do,’ he says lightly, trying to sound casual, and I try not to laugh at the reminder of the half-dead bouquet of flowers and box of Thorntons chocolates he got for my birthday (I’m not one to sneer at Thorntons – chocolate is chocolate – but it was a Christmas box that was out of date by three years).

‘Well, I got you something too, but don’t get your hopes up too much. They’re not as good as what you’ve got me,’ I warn him, getting up and getting the gift box I hid in the corner of the room, a big grin on his face. Despite my warning, I already know he’s gonna love everything I’ve got him – I’m a very good gift buyer and I’ve been planning this for a while. I may or may not have also put in minimal effort for his birthday and felt bad about it, so I’m trying to make up for it with this.

He looks very happy with the black tracksuit I got from some streetwear brand that him and his friends are all obsessed with, and he’s even happier with the custom silver chain I got from one of my jeweller friends. But his favourite is the blue Van Cleef bracelet, even before he spots the letters of his name engraved on the inside of each clover.

‘You’re sweet,’ he grins, pulling me into his arms and kissing the top of my head, a warm feeling flooding through my body, my heart singing. ‘I’ll get some glasses for the wine,’ I say, rushing back into the kitchen and taking a few seconds to compose myself, staring at my reflection in the fridge.

I’m supposed to hate Mason, or strongly dislike him anyway. But we’ve been getting along, and maybe I don’t dislike him after having such a romantic day with him. Maybe I actually like him a little bit, even more after getting all those thoughtful gifts from him. And maybe he likes me as well. He knows me well, at least, and cared enough to plan a day he knew I’d love and buy me perfect gifts. And now we’re about to sit alone in my living room, drinking rosé wine late at night. This probably isn’t a good idea, but the desire pulsing through my body pushes the hesitation out of my mind.

I bring two wine glasses back into the living room, Mason popping the bottle open and pouring us two half glasses. We clink our glasses together and both take a sip before Mason lifts my legs across his lap, both of us comfortable on the sofa. I sip on my wine as Mason scrolls through Netflix to find something for us to watch, not able to settle on anything. I’m not at all helpful either – I’d much rather sit here and talk to him so I just keep making noncommittal noises when he asks what I want to watch.

‘I’ll put music on instead,’ he says, opening Spotify and clicking on My Mix, the playlist starting with Summer Walker. ‘Why am I not surprised?’ he chuckles, putting down the remote and finishing off his wine. ‘Aren’t you gonna complain and try to turn it off like usual?’ I ask, and he shrugs with a rueful smile. ‘Maybe her music’s growing on me,’ he admits, and I gasp excitedly. ‘Good! I’ll send you recommendations, and then you can start listening to SZA and Jhene after,’ I say, knowing it’ll annoy him if I make a big deal out of this, and he groans with a roll of his eyes, making me laugh.

‘I’m joking.’ ‘I know, but it’s even more annoying because I’ve already got SZA and Jhene on my Spotify because of you. All of your stuff is growing on me. RnB, The Vault, 90s romcoms, wine and champagne. I even like the colour pink now,’ he says lightly, one finger gently running across the thin strap of my dress, my shoulder tingling in the wake of his touch.

‘I’ve started liking your stuff too. I go to your football matches, and I actually enjoy watching them. I’ve started going to the weird bars you like, full of white people who think they’re cool. I listen to your favourite American rappers. And maybe the colour blue isn’t so bad,’ I say quietly, a little grin on his face.

‘It’s not a surprise, though. We’ve been seeing each other at least once a week since this relationship started nearly 11 months ago. That’s a lot of time to spend with someone. We were bound to rub off on each other,’ he says, and I nod in agreement. As much as we argue and haven’t been getting along for the majority of this relationship, our lives are so intertwined now. It feels wrong to say our relationship’s fake because we behave exactly like a couple. It’s more accurate to say it was a relationship without the feelings, but maybe that’s not even true anymore.

‘I never would’ve guessed you’d like romcoms though. Which ones are your favourites?’ I ask, and he thinks for a moment. ‘I like How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.’ ‘That’s only because you think Kate Hudson’s fit.’ ‘Says you, Matthew McConaughey’s biggest fan,’ he says pointedly, and I remain silent, knowing he’s right. ‘And I like 10 Things I Hate About You as well. But I think Clueless is my favourite,’ he grins, my heart melting. I’m the personification of the film Clueless, and we both know it.

‘Clueless, really? What do you like about Clueless?’ ‘I like Cher. She’s cute, stylish, funny, pretty, kind-hearted, and completely oblivious,’ he lists off, brushing my hair back with his hand, my heart fluttering. ‘Oblivious?’ ‘Well, maybe clueless is a better word,’ he says lightly, and I roll my eyes at the bad joke.

‘How is she clueless?’ ‘She’s so wrapped up in her own little world that those pretty brown eyes of hers can’t see how people feel about her,’ he says softly, and I feel my breath catch in my throat. ‘Cher’s eyes aren’t brown.’ ‘I’m not talking about Cher anymore, babe,’ he murmurs, our eyes locked together, my entire body alight with nerves. ‘What am I not seeing?’ I ask, his lips quirking up at the question. ‘You really can’t see how I feel about you?’ he asks, and I shake my head, heart hammering in my chest.

‘I tried my best not to feel any way about you, because I know you want a big romantic love-at-first-sight relationship and I didn’t wanna try and steal that away from you, but I can’t pretend anymore. Not after the nail shop last week. Sitting with a girl while she’s getting her nails done should be the most boring thing in the world, but I’d spend every day of my life feeding you jelly beans and macchiatos, and watching you smile at pink hearts on your nails. And I can’t even describe the feeling of seeing my initials and my number on your nails, your ring fingers. All I could think was that I want to put more than my number on this finger,’ he admits in a low voice, lifting my hand and touching my finger where I’d wear an engagement or wedding ring.

‘But I thought you hated me,’ I whisper, so overwhelmed by a trillion different emotions, and he lets out a soft chuckle, looking down at my hand in his. ‘I’ve never hated you, y/n. It was childish of me, I know, but we fell out at the start because you told me I couldn’t kiss you or touch you. If I hated you, why would I have a problem with that?’ he asks, and I could slap myself for not even thinking about that.

‘I thought you were just annoyed that you wouldn’t be able to kiss or touch anyone the whole time we’re together.’ ‘y/n, I’m not a sex addict or something. I can go without physical contact. It’s been difficult being around you so much and not being able to release my frustrations properly, but still,’ he says amusedly, and I feel my body warm up. With the combination of the wine and what he’s saying, I’ll end up letting him have his way with me tonight.

‘So you like me?’ I ask, and he laughs again. ‘That’s putting it a bit simply but, yeah. I do. I think you’re the most amazing girl in the world,’ he says simply, complete honesty in his eyes, and I’m silent for a long few moments, mind working at a million miles an hour. ‘If you like me back, this would be a really good time to say that,’ he says amusedly, and I let out a little laugh.

‘I think I like you too.’ ‘You think?’ ‘I don’t… these feelings are really unfamiliar to me. I’ve only ever had schoolgirl crushes on guys. I’ve never felt this way before. I get this tight feeling in my chest when I look at you. I like being around you, even when we’re arguing. I love that people know me as your girlfriend, and I love that girls can look at you but they know they can’t have you because you’re my boyfriend. I think you’re annoying and cocky but I like that you’re annoying and cocky,’ I say, my admission making him laugh.

‘That probably means you like me.’ ‘Yeah, but then… I like wearing your hoodies and jackets because they smell like you, and I get this funny feeling in my stomach at your scent. I pretend to get annoyed at your dirty jokes but I get butterflies whenever you say them. I always wear tight and tiny outfits around you, even when it’s freezing, because I want you to want me. And I can’t think straight when I watch you play football and you’re all angry and sweaty. So I don’t think saying that I like you really covers how I feel,’ I breathe out, his eyes darkening, lips parted in surprise.

‘That’s… fuck. How can you be hot and cute at the same time?’ he asks faintly, and he moves the hand that isn’t holding mine to rest on my bare thigh, between the top of my sock and the bottom of my mini dress. ‘Hot and cute?’ ‘Babe, you just admitted you’re sexually attracted to me in the most innocent way possible,’ he chuckles, fingers tracing patterns across my skin, the area between my legs throbbing with need.

‘Because I don’t… I’ve obviously been attracted to people before but never like this. Never enough to want to act on it,’ I say, the realisation dawning on us both a moment later. ‘You wanna act on it?’ he asks with a little grin, tips of his fingers toying with the hem of my dress. ‘Yeah, I guess. It’s just scary,’ I whisper, and he laughs softly.

‘You don’t have to be scared. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do or don’t feel comfortable with. We don’t have to do anything at all. I don’t expect us to go upstairs to your room now that we’ve had this conversation. It’s a big step,’ he says gently, making me want him even more.

‘What if I did want to go upstairs to my room though?’ I ask, biting down on one of my nails nervously, his eyes zoning in on my lips. ‘You know I wouldn’t say no.’ ‘Yeah, but, like… tell me what you’d do,’ I prompt, a smile playing at his lips.

‘I’d take it slow. I’d kiss you first, for as long as possible because I’ve waited for what feels like a lifetime. Then I’d undress you and kiss all over this perfect body. And then I’d put my fingers in you, nice and gentle so it doesn’t hurt, and I’d make it feel so good for you, babe. I’d stretch you out slow so I can hear all your pretty noises, and then I’d eat you out until you cum on my tongue. And then I’d fill you up with my cock bit by bit and I’d fuck you slow, babe. Have you moaning my name in my ear when you cum around me.’

By the end of his perfectly-woven story, my mind is completely blank and my underwear is soaked. It’s pretty much exactly what I’ve always wanted my first time to be like – the only thing missing from my fantasy is a view from the most expensive room at The Shard after a romantic dinner, but I wouldn’t trade my evening with Mason for that.

‘Okay,’ I whisper, Mason chuckling softly. ‘Yeah? Are you sure?’ he asks, and I nod nervously, my stomach doing flips. ‘Don’t be nervous,’ he says, hand rubbing my leg soothingly, and I nod, trying to calm myself down. ‘Let me kiss you first,’ he murmurs, my heart skipping a beat. What if I’m a horrendous kisser and he gets the ick? Or what if I accidently bite him? Does my breath smell?

‘y/n, relax. It’s just a kiss, babe. You have kissed someone before, haven’t you?’ he asks, and I shake my head, his eyes widening in shock. ‘So I’m about to be your first kiss as well?’ ‘Mmhmm.’ ‘That’s a lot of pressure, you know,’ he says with a small smile, lifting a hand to a lock of my hair, twirling it around his fingers. ‘It’s not. You could be a terrible kisser and I wouldn’t even know,’ I say, the boy laughing gently.

‘You’d be able to tell. Bad kissers are obvious.’ ‘And you’ve had your fair share of those?’ I ask, his gaze softening at the mild jealousy in my tone. The situation is obvious to both of us – he’s about to be my first everything, and I’m about to be just another in a long list for him. ‘I wouldn’t say fair share. A couple. But don’t think about them. I’m not thinking about them. I’m thinking about you only, babe,’ he whispers, our eyes locked together, and that’s all the reassurance I need.

‘Can I kiss you, y/n?’ he asks softly, and I nod, a small smile on his face. He begins to lean in, and my eyes flutter shut, my heart hammering in my chest as his lips gently brush against mine. He pulls back momentarily, as though he’s waiting to see if I’m still okay with it, and I feel myself leaning towards him, Mason letting out a chuckle as our lips meet again.

He slides his arms around me, lifting me up into his lap so he can pull me closer, his mouth pressing harder on mine, and I soften against him when he parts my lips with his.

It’s a tame and sweet kiss, one that makes the butterflies in my stomach melt into a puddle of want. His hands stay on my back, his lips gentle against mine, but I want more, need more from him. I adjust myself slightly on his lap, the movement making his breath catch in his throat, and the realisation that he’s getting hard beneath me only makes me even more desperate.

We break apart after a few moments, none of the panting and dark eyes I’d expect after a kiss, and I’m almost disappointed. I know he’s trying to be gentlemanly for my first time, but I don’t want him to be a gentleman now. I want him to do whatever he wants to me. I want him to enjoy this too.

‘Was that okay?’ he asks, and I nod after a split second of hesitation. He notices it, eyebrows furrowing in concern. ‘No, it wasn’t. Are you okay? Do you want to stop?’ he asks, and I shake my head, feeling embarrassed about being so desperate for him. ‘The last thing I want you to do is stop,’ I say quietly, the realisation on his face quickly followed by dark amusement.

‘What do you want me to do then, y/n?’ he grins, and I pout at him, hitting his chest lightly. ‘Don’t make me say it,’ I complain, the boy laughing. ‘How will I know if you don’t say it?’ ‘Mason.’ ‘y/n. You have to communicate with me, baby,’ he murmurs, eyes dark and big as he looks at me, and I let out a little sigh.

‘I want more. I don’t want you to hold back,’ I admit, and he shakes his head amusedly. ‘It’s your first time.’ ‘I know, but I want you to enjoy this as well.’ ‘I enjoy anything with you, babe,’ he murmurs, running his fingers through my hair, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Don’t lie. That kiss was cute for a first kiss, but it must have been boring for you. I don’t want to bore you, Mase.’ ‘You don’t bore me. Babe, we’ve got all night for not-boring kisses. I just wanted your first one to be the perfect kiss that you probably always dreamed about,’ he says, a smile finding my face at that. He’s cute.

‘I don’t… how do I say this?’ I mutter, so embarrassed at the thought of what I’m about to admit, and he just waits patiently for me to speak. ‘I always dreamed of romance, yes. But I dreamed of it for dates and my wedding and holidays with my boyfriend. It was never something I dreamed about in the bedroom,’ I say quietly, and he tilts his head questioningly. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘The thought of romantic sex doesn’t…’ I trail off, the look in his eyes like he’s just stumbled across gold.

‘y/n, that’s… are you saying you’re into other things?’ he asks quietly, in complete shock, and I nod, feeling mortified at this conversation. ‘Like what?’ ‘Don’t make me say it, Mase,’ I whine, the boy laughing. ‘No, this is not what I expected from you at all. You have to say it otherwise I won’t believe it.’ ‘No, Mason. I can’t say it,’ I say firmly, knowing I’ll die of humiliation if he makes me say this out loud.

‘Fine, okay. I’ll ask then. Do you want it rough, y/n? Want me to use you to make myself feel good? Want me to kiss you and touch you and fuck you like a slut?’ he asks with a dark grin, my mind entering overdrive, my lack of response giving him the answer he was expecting. ‘My baby’s not so innocent after all then, is she?’ he asks lowly, hands tightening on my waist, pressing me down onto his lap. The friction makes me let out a soft sigh, his eyes darkening at the sound.

‘Fuck. This is… probably not a good idea. I can’t be rough with you for your first time. I don’t wanna hurt you.’ ‘You won’t. You’ll know better than I will what I can and can’t handle,’ I say quietly, and his lips quirk up amusedly. ‘You’ll be able to handle anything I give you, won’t you, baby?’ he murmurs, looking satisfied at the way I take a deep breath to pull myself together, my nod making him grin wider.

‘Gonna be a good girl for me?’ ‘Mmhmm.’ ‘Good. Don’t want to have to punish you, do we, babe?’ he asks, and I feel my heartrate speed up at the mention of punishment. ‘You want to be punished? Such a dirty girl, y/n. Want me to spread you over my lap and slap your perfect ass until you’re crying?’ he asks lowly, and I struggle to hold his gaze, the thought of it making my core ache.

‘Mase, please.’ ‘Please what, babe?’ he asks, and I don’t even really know what I’m asking for. ‘Kiss me again,’ I ask, one of his hands snaking up to the back of my neck, pulling my head closer to him so our lips can meet again.

He definitely doesn’t hold back this time, the kiss making my mind focus on nothing but him. I never could’ve dreamed that kissing would feel this good, his lips enveloping my mouth, his tongue sliding over mine. It’s passionate and deep and messy, and all I can’t think straight with his scent filling my senses, his soft hair between my fingers, and his hands sliding up and down my back.

His hands tighten at my waist again, guiding me to move forward on his lap, the movement making me let out a whimper against his lips. That must be his final straw because he breaks apart, both of us out of breath this time.

‘Am I a bad kisser?’ I ask, the boy laughing. ‘No, y/n. You’re perfect,’ he smiles, my heart fluttering. ‘Go upstairs for me, babe. I just need to grab something from my car,’ he says, and I raise an eyebrow.

‘You’re not running away, are you?’ I ask suspiciously, and he laughs. ‘I’d have to either be gay or stupid if I decided to leave now,’ he says lightly, making me giggle. ‘I have condoms in my car. Unless you’ve got some?’ he asks, the situation suddenly feeling very real, my body humming with arousal.

‘I don’t. Do we need them though? I’m on birth control,’ I say, and he shakes his head. ‘It’s not worth the risk. You’d probably be put off for life if you get pregnant from your first time,’ he says drily, making me laugh. ‘It’ll be fine.’ ‘Don’t tempt me, y/n. Seriously,’ he says warningly, and I gaze at him with big innocent eyes. ‘I wanna feel you though.’ ‘You will feel me, babe. You can’t even notice the condom,’ he says, trying to sound firm but I can tell he’s being swayed.

‘Fine, okay,’ I give in, the boy breathing a sigh of relief at me not trying to persuade him anymore. ‘Go upstairs for me, babe. I’ll be up in a minute,’ he says as I get off him, the boy following me out of the room. He slaps my ass lightly as I take the first step, and I can’t help but giggle to myself as I head upstairs.

I enter my bedroom, putting on some music through my speaker before tidying away all the stuff I left out while I was getting ready earlier. I can hear his footsteps on the stairs as I’m putting my straighteners away in my bathroom drawer, my stomach churning with nerves and excitement, the latter just about outweighing the former.

I step back into the bedroom to see him entering the room too, a smile on his face when he meets my eyes. ‘Are you still sure you wanna do this?’ he asks, and I nod instantly. Yes, this is scary, but I’m ready. I don’t want my first time to be with anyone but him. ‘Come here then,’ he grins, holding out a hand to me, and I cross the room to take it, letting him pull me against him.

Our lips meet in another pulse-racing kiss, his hands trailing all over my body as I grip onto his strong shoulders before snaking my hands up to tangle my fingers into his hair. My skin tingles in the wake of his touch, his needy hands squeezing my ass, pressing into my waist, sliding across my back, running through my hair.

His tongue slides across mine as he slips his fingers beneath the hem of my dress, slow on their journey up my legs, bringing my dress up with them. ‘Can I take this off you?’ he asks against my lips, and I hum out my permission. He doesn’t waste any more time, his fingers slipping the straps off my shoulders and pushing the material down my body, the dress landing in a pool at my feet.

He wraps his arms around me, lifting me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us towards the bed, putting me down gently. He looks down at me, pupils impossibly wide and dark as they trawl over my body, clad in just a lacy pink bra, matching pants and my thigh high white socks with little pink bows on them. I take the opportunity to admire him too. He’s in a pair of loose jeans and a soft blue jumper, a silver chain tucked into it. His hair’s all fluffy from me running my hands through it, and he looks more handsome than he’s ever looked in his life.

‘You’re so beautiful, y/n,’ he murmurs, climbing over me and capturing my lips in another kiss. He breaks the kiss quickly though, moving to press kisses along my jaw and down my neck. When he reaches my collarbone, I realise he’s kissing all over my body like he said he was going to. ‘Can I?’ he asks, hands slipping beneath my back, fingers on the clasp on my bra, and I nod. He expertly pops the clasp open, helping pull the straps down my arms.

‘I’ve always loved your boobs,’ he admits, my laugh cut off by a gasp when he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, the other breast in his hand, fingers roughly gripping the flesh. He switches to the other nipple, rolling the first between his fingers so as not to neglect it, and I feel my back arch at the sudden pleasurable shocks.

‘Does that feel good?’ he asks, words muffled by how they’re spoken around my nipple. ‘Mmm, so good,’ I whimper as he gropes and sucks on my boobs like a teen boy. I’d laugh if my mind wasn’t distracted with the intense pleasure.

He continues kissing down my stomach and, to my surprise, he leaves my pants on and skips the area entirely, kissing my thighs until he reaches the tops of my socks. ‘These fucking socks,’ he murmurs, pulling one of them away from my leg before letting go of it, the material slapping back against my skin. ‘You like them?’ ‘I fucking love them, baby. You look like such a cute little slut in them,’ he grins as he pushes my legs apart. I expect his eyes to focus in on my clothed core but he keeps his eyes on mine, pressing kisses to my inner thighs, little tingles running through me at the feeling of his lips somewhere so intimate.

‘Turn over for me, babe,’ he prompts and I do as he says, lying on my stomach. He moves my hair aside to kiss the back of my neck before moving down the line in the middle of my back. His journey to the dip just before my ass is slow, my heart suspended in anticipation. When he reaches my ass, he gently nips at one cheek before pressing soothing kisses in the same place, a blissful sigh escaping my lips.

The sound seems to knock him out a reverie, the boy turning me onto my back and hovering over me to kiss me again. He keeps himself elevated leaning on one forearm, the other hand pressing into the curve of my waist. I let my hands rest on either side of his face, his beard soft against my skin as our lips move in sync, tongues clashing messily. Nothing about this kiss meets the expectations for a first time, but it’s exactly what I want.

He turns us over, my body weight resting on top of his, and his hands instantly slide down to my ass, gripping it tightly before slapping it, the sound loud in the room. I giggle into our kiss, his lips curling up at the sound as he brings his hands up my body, a shiver running through me at the feeling of his fingers gliding across my bare skin.

I break apart from him after a moment, sitting just below his stomach with my legs straddling him. He looks up at me in awe, trying his best not to stare at my bare chest right in front of him. I slip my fingers beneath his jumper, feeling his warm skin, and he sits up so I can take it off him, bringing up the t-shirt underneath with it, leaving his top half bare. I’ve seen him shirtless a couple times but never so close like this, and I let my hands explore his torso, up and down over the contours of his muscles.

‘My girls would kill me if they knew we were doing this,’ I admit distractedly, eyes focused on his abs. ‘Why? Because they hate me?’ he asks, leaning back on his elbows with a cocky grin, and I let out a little laugh. ‘Why do you get such a kick out of the fact my friends hate you?’ ‘Because they’re the closest people to you, and they’re probably always telling you that I’m not shit and you need to get your agent to end the relationship, but look at us,’ he says proudly, and I roll my eyes amusedly.

‘Well, that’s not the only reason they’d kill me.’ ‘Why then?’ ‘They’re always telling me I should sell my virginity,’ I tell him, tracing my nails over the lines of his abs. ‘Sell it? You’re not a prostitute.’ ‘I know, but I could get a good few million for it from some rich middle-aged business man,’ I say, and he just raises an eyebrow.

‘We could make a few million other ways,’ he murmurs, hands resting on my waist. ‘How?’ ‘We could make a porno,’ he grins, my core pulsing at the thought. ‘A porno?’ ‘Yeah. Your pretty face and pretty body and pretty noises in a sextape would make us more than a few millions. And I bet your pretty tits, pretty ass and pretty pussy would make us billions, baby,’ he smirks, pulling me close for another kiss, arousal flooding through my body. He hasn’t even seen me fully naked yet but he’s so firm about the attractiveness of my body – it definitely gives me a confidence boost.

The aching between my legs is too much, and I find myself pressing down onto him to relieve it. He tenses beneath me, clearly just as worked up as me with the way he grips onto my hips, controlling my movements so I’m grinding down onto him, both of us breathless. Gentle waves of pleasure roll through my body, my lips letting out quiet sighs against his mouth.

‘Does that feel good, babe?’ he asks, breaking away from me and kissing along my jaw. I let out an ‘mmm’ sound which he takes as an answer, lips lifting up into a grin against my skin before he nips at it, the pleasurable pain making me whimper. ‘Fuck, you sound so pretty,’ he mumbles into my neck, still rocking my body against his.

‘Can I ask you something? A personal question?’ he asks, and I sit up after a moment, feeling nervous as I nod. ‘What have you actually done? Sexually? Because I know you’re a virgin but I’d assumed that you’d kissed someone before, so maybe my assumptions are all wrong,’ he says, and a small smile finds my lips at the question.

‘I haven’t done anything. You’re the first person to kiss me and touch me and see me like this,’ I say, a tiny smirk on his face. ‘Really?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘What about what you’ve done? Have you ever touched yourself, babe?’ he asks, and I avoid his gaze, feeling a little bit of embarrassment unfurling in my chest. ‘I tried, once.’ ‘Why only once?’ ‘It didn’t feel good. It didn’t feel like anything, really. So I just never tried again,’ I admit, the boy grinning.

‘So you’ve never had an orgasm before?’ he asks, and I shake my head. ‘Good. I’ll make your first one amazing, babe, I promise,’ he murmurs, pulling me down for a brief kiss before lifting me off him. He gets up off the bed, about to take his jeans off, but I grab his hands to stop him.

‘Let me,’ I breathe out, kneeling at the edge of the bed and looking up at him as I flick his jeans button open. He watches how I pull the zip down before bunching the material in my hands, slowly pulling it down his legs, leaving him in just his Calvin Kleins, his boner right in front of my face. My curiosity gets the best of me and I palm his cock through his boxers, the groan he lets out making my pants flood.

‘Fuck, baby, don’t. I’m gonna end up cumming in my fucking boxers like I’m the virgin here,’ he warns me, making me laugh. He moves my pillows aside, sitting at the top of the bed with his back against the headboard, and he pats the bed between his legs, motioning for me to sit there. I crawl up the bed, sitting with my back against his front, my body enveloped by his.

I rest my hands on his thighs as he snakes his arms around me, his lips landing on my neck. I tilt my head to allow him better access, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his kisses, and his hands slide down my stomach and under my legs. He pulls my legs up to bend at the knees before slipping his hands between my thighs, parting them.

‘Shall we come up with a safe word for you, babe?’ he asks against my skin, and I nod. ‘Think of one,’ he prompts, and I wrack my brains. ‘Clueless?’ I suggest, the boy chuckling, his warm breath fanning across my bare shoulder. ‘So you’ll say ‘clueless’ if you need me to stop, okay?’ ‘Okay.’ ‘Good girl,’ he praises, pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head.

‘Make sure you tell me if you want me to stop,’ he reminds me as his hand slips down between my legs, fingertips gliding across my saturated underwear, making me shiver in his arms. ‘Fuck, you’re so wet, babe,’ he whispers, my breaths already becoming shaky with his finger gently running up and down my pants. He doesn’t waste much time before sliding his hand beneath my underwear, ending his teasing quickly which I’m grateful for. His fingers glide lightly across my wet folds and he quickly finds my clit, fingers pressing against the bud. I let out a high-pitched whimper, head falling back against him and he lets out a gentle chuckle.

‘Does that feel good, baby?’ he asks as he rubs at my clit in slow circles, and I nod, exhilaration filling me. I’ve never felt anything like this before, my body humming with desire and pleasure, soft breaths escaping my lips.

He pulls my pants aside to exposing my glistening core to the cool air of the room, a shudder running through me. ‘Ready?’ he murmurs, and I nod. He slides a finger in slowly, my body reacting to the unfamiliar intrusion by clenching my walls around him, and he doesn’t move at all for a few moments, letting me getting used to the unusual feeling.

‘Does it hurt?’ he asks, pressing soothing kisses to my neck again, and I shake my head. ‘Just feels a bit weird,’ I reply, feeling his laugh against my skin. ‘You’re so tight, baby. Can’t wait to stretch you out, make you feel so good, y/n,’ he whispers, starting to slowly move his finger back and forth.  

The feeling soon starts to become pleasurable rather than weird, my walls not clenching as hard around his finger, and he takes advantage of it, sliding in another finger with the first.

‘Mase,’ I whisper softly. ‘Too much?’ he asks, and I give my body a few moments to get used to the feeling before shaking my head. ‘Such a good girl for me, babe,’ he murmurs, slowly thrusting his fingers into me, letting my body get accustomed to the burning stretch. My eyes fall shut, arousal gushing out onto his hand, causing faint wet sounds that make my skin heat up.

‘Feels good?’ ‘So good,’ I whimper softly, nails digging into his strong thighs as he curls his fingers inside me. The intense pleasure makes me clamp my thighs shut around his hand, the boy chuckling softly. ‘You can take it, babe, come on,’ he says soothingly as he pushes my legs apart again, hooking one leg with his own to keep it restrained from meeting the other.

‘You’re so sensitive, baby,’ he says amusedly, curling his fingers again and brushing a spot inside me that makes me whine pathetically. And then he begins to rub his palm against my clit with each movement of his hand, my head falling back onto his shoulder and my back arching, a quiet moan escaping my lips.

My body squirms between his legs, but he holds me firmly in place and keeps my legs apart, fingers continuing to thrust into me at a gradually quickening pace, whine after whimper slipping out from my lips as Mason whispers filth into my ear, making me lose my mind.

‘Look at you, babe. Grinding on my hand. Does it feel good, baby?’ he asks cockily and, sure enough, when I force myself to open my eyes, I see that I’m grinding against his fingers unconsciously, each movement of my hips resulting in his hand brushing my clit and sending a gentle wave of pleasure through me.

‘So good, Mase,’ I moan softly, the boy cursing at the sound, kissing and biting at my neck to leave marks, making my eyes flutter shut once again. ‘You sound so pretty for me, babe. So pretty. Gonna make you feel so good,’ he whispers against my skin, but the words barely register, my focus on the unfamiliar feeling of my stomach tightening.

‘Mase, I think I’m close,’ I say breathlessly, and he lets out a gentle laugh against my neck. ‘I know, babe, I can feel it.’ ‘I didn’t think… girls really cum from their first time,’ I say, words broken up with a moan prompted from his fingers spreading apart to open me up. ‘Girls don’t cum from their first time if the person they’re with is shit as sex. Lucky for you…’ he grins against my skin, thumb pressing onto my clit, and I let out a loud moan, the boy groaning at the noise.

‘Fuck, I need to taste you,’ he says, sliding his fingers out of me and lifting them to his mouth, licking my arousal off his skin. ‘Mmm, you taste so good,’ he says appreciatively, satisfaction filling me. I’m glad to hear my vagina’s to his taste.

‘Lie back for me, babe,’ he says gently as he gets up, moving to lie on his stomach further down the bed. I rest my head on one of the pillows, looking down at him as his hands slide up my legs, fingers hooking around the waistband of my pants. ‘Can I?’ he asks, and I nod, the boy slowly pulling the material down my legs before throwing it over his shoulder.

He pushes my legs apart slowly, revealing my soaking wet core to him, and his lips part in disbelief, eyes darkening as they focus between my legs. ‘Fuck. Such a pretty pussy, baby. So wet for me,’ he murmurs, collecting up my wetness with two fingers, the contact making me clench. He lifts his fingers to my lips this time, and I open my mouth, taking in his fingers and tasting myself on them.

‘Doesn’t your pussy taste so good, babe?’ he grins as I lick his fingers clean of my own arousal, and I nod, feeling even wetter at how dirty he is. ‘Could eat you all night,’ he says, wrapping his arms around my legs to lift them over his shoulders, pulling me close so his face is mere millimetres from my core.

He keeps his eyes locked with mine as he presses his tongue flat against my folds before swiping it upwards, a soft moan escaping my lips. He starts with slow and gentle licks across my folds, the steady stimulation making my brain fuzzy with pleasure, but he can’t keep himself controlled for very long. He pushes his finger into me again, my walls clamping down at the suddenness of it as I gasp, the slight pain soothed by his tongue flicking across my clit.

The sensation is so foreign but so good – he alternates between thrusting a finger into me whilst sucking at my clit, and poking his tongue between my folds whilst drawing slow circles on my clit with his thumb. I grip onto his locks, my high-pitched whimpers becoming more frequent, and I can’t decide whether I want to pull him closer or push him away, not sure whether it’s not enough or too much.

He decides for me, pulling me so close I’m surprised he can breathe. He begins practically making out with my pussy, the loud slurping sounds so obscene and crude that it only makes me wetter, my moans more and more desperate with every movement of his lips. His nose nuzzles against my clit as he eats me out, the irregular waves of pleasure sending my body into overdrive, the knot getting tighter and tighter as I squirm beneath him. He tries to keep me still with one forearm pressed down across my stomach, the other hand squeezing my boob and tugging gently at my nipple.

‘I’m think I’m gonna…’ I breathe out between moans, clenching sporadically as my body twitches, and I can feel him grinning against my folds. He replaces his mouth with two fingers pushing into me, thrusting into me fast and hard.

‘Gonna cum for me, y/n? It’s gonna feel so good, baby, just let go. Cum for me, babe,’ he murmurs softly, voice just about discernible over my loud moaning, and when he flicks his tongue across my clit before sucking it into his mouth as he curls his fingers inside me, I feel the knot in my stomach undo itself.

I cry out his name as my vision blurs, walls clenching around his fingers and holding them in place with an iron-like grip, thighs closing around his head. He works me through my orgasm with sucking gently on my clit, his free hand groping my boob, providing me with a gentle bliss in comparison to the intense pleasure burning low in my stomach.

When I feel myself coming back down from my high, I let out a sigh, body relaxing into the bed, and he slowly pulls his fingers out of me, a shiver racking through me. I just about manage to lift my head to watch as he lifts his hand to his mouth, slipping the fingers covered in my cum between his lips, eyes closing as he lets out an appreciative groan.

‘You did so good for me, babe. Such a good girl, took it so well for me,’ he praises as he moves back up the bed, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me against his body. I feel something very stiff poking into my hip, getting wet again already at how hard he is.

‘How did that feel?’ he asks with his lips pressed against my forehead. ‘Good.’ ‘Just good?’ he chuckles, and I laugh. ‘Yeah. I’d be exaggerating if I said anything else,’ I joke, and he tilts my head up so our eyes meet, his eyebrow raising. ‘Your moaning said otherwise, babe,’ he grins, and I roll my eyes. He starts mocking my sounds and I hit him gently, hiding my head in his shoulder out of embarrassment.

‘I’m joking, I’m joking. It was sexy, y/n. Nothing’s ever turned me on more. You can feel the proof of that,’ he says drily, and I laugh softly, looking down at the tent in his Calvins. The thought that I caused that gives me a little thrill. I trace my finger down his v-line slowly, stopping when I reach the waistband of his underwear.

‘Can I?’ I ask, looking up at him, and he nods with a small grin. I slip my hand beneath the waistband, taking his cock into my hand, the thick and heavy weight so unfamiliar to me. I gently tug on it out of curiosity, watching his face for his reaction, and his eyes flutter shut, veins protruding from his neck. I move my hand up to the tip, feeling pre-cum leaking out, and I lift my hand to my mouth to taste it, the boy watching me with dark eyes.

‘Fuck, you’re a dirty little slut, babe,’ he murmurs as the subtly salty taste coats my tongue. ‘Tastes bad, doesn’t it?’ he asks amusedly, and I laugh. ‘Not bad. Just… not good either,’ I admit, the boy chuckling. ‘I’ll start drinking pineapple juice every day, just for you,’ he promises with a grin, and I clutch my heart, pretending I’m honoured.

‘How long’s it been since you last had sex?’ I ask after a few seconds of silence, my fingertips tracing his muscles again. ‘Since before our relationship started. Probably a couple days before we signed the contract. I don’t remember exactly,’ he admits, and I nod, processing the information.

‘So you must be really worked up then,’ I say, looking up at him, and he laughs softly. ‘I’m worked up, but it’s because you’re lying next to me naked and looking at me with your big eyes,’ he says with a small smile. ‘Surely the amount of time has an effect as well?’ ‘Yeah, but it’s not like I’ve… been frustrated for 11 months,’ he says, and I realise belatedly what he means.

‘Oh. You mean you’ve masturbated?’ I ask, the boy laughing, probably at how innocent of a question it was. I should’ve known really – he wouldn’t have gone nearly a year without an orgasm. ‘Yes, babe, I have. Regularly. It’s good for you,’ he says, and I raise an amused eyebrow. ‘That’s why you do it?’ ‘Well… no.’ ‘Why then?’ ‘The reason anyone masturbates. To keep myself… satisfied when I’m frustrated but can’t get any,’ he says, and I don’t reply for a few moments.

‘Do you watch porn when you do it?’ I ask out of curiosity, an amused smile on his lips at my innocent questioning. ‘Sometimes.’ ‘Why only sometimes?’ I ask, and he hesitates to speak. ‘My answer might make you uncomfortable.’ ‘It won’t,’ I say firmly, part of me already knowing what he’s going to say, desperate to hear it out loud.

‘The other times, I think of you. I’d go home hard almost every time I saw you, whether it was our good days or our bad days. Making you happy turns me on. Arguing with you turns me on. You smiling at me, rolling your eyes at me, saying my name nicely or not-so-nicely. All of it turns me on. Every single thing about you is so sexy to me, y/n, and just being in your presence makes me want you so much,’ he says quietly, my entire body burning with longing for him, satisfaction settling in my heart at hearing how much he’s attracted to me.

‘If you had to name one thing about me that turns you on the most, what would it be? Just for future reference,’ I say, unable to hold back my smile, and he laughs, the smile on his face so beautiful that my heart aches. ‘I can’t name one thing, babe. It’s everything about you. But… I do love seeing you in a Chelsea shirt with my name on the back,’ he admits, and I wait for him to elaborate.

‘I’m possessive, so I love seeing my name on you and knowing that any guy that looks at you will see it. They can look at how beautiful you are, but they can’t touch because you’re mine,’ he says, my butterflies going wild at hearing him claim me. ‘And I’d think of fucking you from behind while you’re wearing it and seeing my name on your back,’ he adds on shamelessly, my stomach turning with desire. Now that he’s said it, I want him to do just that after his next match.

‘Sorry. That was too much,’ he says, thinking I’m silent because I’m uncomfortable, and I shake my head. ‘It wasn’t. It makes me feel good that you want me,’ I say, a small grin on his lips. ‘Seems like I’m good at making you feel good,’ he smirks, the double entendre not going unnoticed, and I roll my eyes, trying to hold back a smile.

‘You’re far too confident for a guy that hasn’t actually fucked me yet,’ I say pointedly, his eyes widening. ‘You really don’t want a gentleman, do you? I was just giving you a chance to recover from your first ever orgasm before I give you another one,’ he mutters amusedly. ‘Wasn’t much to recover from,’ I joke, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘Your thighs trying to crush my head said different, babe. So did your pussy trying to break my finger,’ he reminds me, and I fall silent, not able to come up with a retort.

‘Yeah, that’s what I thought,’ he chuckles, getting up from the bed and picking up his jeans. I panic for a second, thinking he’s about to go, but he just gets a condom out of the pocket. ‘Are you sure you still want me to fuck you, babe? You can tell me if you’re tired or not ready or you just don’t want to,’ he says softly, and I shake my head. ‘I still want you, Mase,’ I say quietly, crawling to the edge of the bed beside where he stands, taking one of his hands into mine and pulling him close.

‘But I want you raw,’ I whisper, taking the condom out of his hand, and he lets out a little sigh. ‘y/n-’ ‘Please. I want you to cum in me,’ I say softly, looking up at him through my lashes, and he groans. ‘Fuck, y/n, don’t say that.’ ‘It’s true, though. I want it in me, not in a condom.’

‘And what if you get pregnant?’ ‘I won’t, I’m on the pill!’ I say, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘Is it 100% effective?’ ‘Well… no, but Isla and Steph are both on it and they’ve never gotten pregnant,’ I say, and he rolls his eyes. ‘So just because they have sex without condoms, you want to as well?’ ‘No, I want to because I want to feel you, without anything separating us, and I want you to cum inside me,’ I say, and he looks skywards like he needs help from God to have this conversation with me.

‘If you really don’t want to, that’s fine. But-’ ‘No, I want to. I just don’t want to risk anything happening to you,’ he murmurs, lifting a hand to caress my face gently. ‘Nothing’s gonna happen. I’m consistent with the pill, so I won’t get pregnant. And you’re clean, right?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘So it’s gonna be fine then. Please, Masey,’ I say with a pout, and he finally gives in.

‘Okay, fine. If my dirty girl wants it raw, that’s what she’ll get,’ he grins, my core throbbing at the thought of him cumming inside me. ‘Lie back for me,’ he instructs and I do as he says, on full display for him, his eyes trawling over my body appreciatively. ‘You’re so perfect, baby,’ he praises, taking his boxers off, and my heart pounds at the sight of him stood there in all his glory. Flawlessly toned body, dark ink on fair skin, and a cock that makes my pussy wet.

‘That’s… not gonna fit in me,’ I breathe out, the boy laughing as he climbs over me, his lips meeting mine in soft kiss. ‘It will, babe.’ ‘Will it hurt?’ I ask nervously, and he doesn’t answer for a moment. ‘Maybe. But we’ll go slowly, and I’ll stop if you ask me to. Okay?’ he murmurs, and I nod, taking a deep breath to try and calm myself.

He kisses me again, turning us over so my body weight rests entirely on him, his hands trailing up and down my body. We both gradually get more and more worked up, moaning against each other’s mouths, our hands fervent and desperate on each other. My core is impossibly wet, my arousal soaking his skin too, and when he reaches a hand between my legs, slipping his finger between my folds, a pornographic moan escapes my lips, the boy groaning at the noise.

‘You’re definitely wet enough. Are you still sure you want this?’ ‘Yes, Mase, please. Need you to fuck me,’ I murmur against his neck, the boy wasting no time in turning us over, on his knees between my legs. He runs the tip up and down my folds, soaking his cock in my arousal, and my walls clench around nothing, desperate to feel him inside.

‘What’s your safe word?’ he tests me. ‘Clueless.’ ‘Good girl,’ he murmurs, the praise making me smile to myself, and I watch as he pumps his cock a couple times, his eyes fluttering shut at the stimulation. He’s so fucking sexy – just the sight of him like this makes me feel like I could cum.

‘Legs around my waist, babe,’ he says as he moves to hover over me, and I wrap my legs around him, hooking them together at the ankles. ‘Ready?’ he asks, and I nod, heart warm at the gentle kiss he presses to my lips.

I feel the head of his cock running along my folds again before he starts to push inside me. The pain of the stretch catches me off guard – I didn’t expect it to hurt like this – and I gasp, my entire body tensing. ‘Hurts?’ ‘Mmhmm,’ I squeak out, gripping on to his shoulders, and he leans down to press comforting kisses to my jaw. ‘Shall I stop?’ he asks against my skin, and I shake my head. It hurts but I still want him.

‘The tip’s usually the worst bit and that’s nearly in. You’re doing so well,’ he whispers soothingly, pushing further in bit by bit, the pain throbbing between my legs. He keeps whispering praise and encouragement in my ear, telling me I’m taking him so well and I’m being such a good girl for him, and it makes me even wetter, letting him push in all the way with less and less pain.

‘Well done, babe, you did so well,’ he says softly once he’s all the way in, kissing me sweetly as my body tries to get used to the unfamiliar intrusion. Despite my best efforts to keep my body relaxed, my walls keep clenching around him, as though they’re trying to force him out.

‘I know you don’t mean to, but- fuck. Your clenching is not doing me any favours,’ he murmurs with his head buried in my neck, and I try my best to stop, feeling bad for him. He hasn’t had sex for almost a year and now that he’s finally in me, he’s staying still so he can let me adjust. This is probably torture for him.

‘You know you’re the first girl that I’ve not used a condom with?’ he says against my skin, my heart singing at the news that I am one of his firsts after all. ‘Really?’ ‘Yeah. And I hope to God that you decide to keep me around after tonight, because I cannot go back to condoms after being in you raw and you’re the only person I trust to fuck without one,’ he admits, the butterflies going wild again.

‘Of course I’m gonna keep you around. Our contract doesn’t expire for another month yet,’ I joke, the boy laughing against my neck, my arms wrapped around his shoulders. ‘What about after that? Will you sign the renewal?’ ‘Will you?’ I ask, wanting to hear his answer first. ‘I’d rather have a real relationship with you instead,’ he says, a happy sigh escaping my lips, the sound making him laugh.

‘How are you feeling now?’ he asks, and I realise that the conversation distracted me from the uncomfortable feeling from before. Now my body’s already become accustomed to him inside me. It doesn’t hurt anymore – I just feel full.

‘I feel okay. You can move now,’ I say, and he lifts his head up to meet my eyes. ‘Are you sure?’ ‘Mmhmm. I’m ready,’ I breathe out, kissing him again. ‘I’m warning you, though, babe. I don’t think I’m gonna last very long.’ ‘That’s okay, Mase.’ ‘No, but seriously. I might cum before you.’ ‘It’s fine, Mason, don’t worry. I’m not gonna get pissed off at you for cumming first,’ I laugh, the boy nodding with a small smile.

He starts moving, slowly pulling partway out before pushing back in gently, both of us sharply intaking breath at the feeling. It’s weird at first, and a little bit painful, but as his pace becomes more steady and his thrusts become more forceful, the pain ebbs away into pleasure.

‘Does it feel good?’ ‘Feels so good, Mase,’ I whimper, his skin so hot against mine, hands pressing into the bed on either side of my head. ‘Fuck, you’re so tight, babe,’ he curses, and it really does feel like he’s just about fitting in me, cock dragging against my walls and sending blissful waves of pleasure through me.

I can feel the way he’s restraining himself from pounding into me the way he must want to, instead rolling his hips against mine in slow and shallow thrusts, body moving against my clit, making me clench around him unintentionally.

‘Babe, you really need to stop clenching before I cum,’ he warns me, and I widen my eyes innocently. ‘I’m not doing it on purpose, Mase. I can’t help it. Just love how you feel inside me,’ I murmur, the boy groaning as his dick twitches.

‘Fuck, I’m so close,’ he murmurs, the whiny tone of his voice making me gush around him, and I decide I need him to cum in me right now. I dig my heels into his back as he thrusts into me, keeping him buried deep inside, and I clench around him, pulling his head down so I can whisper in his ear.

‘Cum for me, Mase. Wanna feel your cum in me,’ I breathe out against his ear, and it pushes him over the edge, the boy letting out a moan into my neck as he hits his high, his cock pulsing in me as he cums, his release deep in me. He lets out heavy breaths and gentle grunts, lifting his head up and pressing a kiss to my lips once he’s done.

‘I’ve never cum that quick in my life.’ ‘Yeah, right. Starting to think you’re a two-pump chump,’ I tease, his mouth dropping open. ‘It’s nearly been a year-’ ‘I know, I’m joking,’ I laugh, kissing him again. We’ve kissed so many times tonight but every single one feels like a first kiss, filling my body with so much happiness.

‘Did I hurt you?’ ‘It hurt a bit at the start but then it felt good,’ I say shyly, Mason grinning. I can feel his cock softening inside me, not stretching me out so much now. ‘If you ever let me fuck you again, I promise I’ll make you cum first,’ he says, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Well, as it stands, there’s not much making me want to sleep with you again,’ I joke, Mason rolling his eyes.

‘You’re never gonna move on from this, are you?’ ‘Nope. You’ll be hearing about it for the rest of your life.’ ‘Rest of my life? Who says I wanna keep you around that long?’ ‘Things in your life clearly don’t last very long then,’ I fire back, Mason bursting into laughter, prompting me to laugh too. Sex always felt so scary to me, so serious and real, but this has been perfect, with all the laughing and joking and tenderness.

‘You still want me to fuck you?’ ‘Can you?’ ‘Yeah, I’ll get hard again in a couple minutes.’ ‘That quickly?’ I ask in surprise, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘I’m in bed with the sexiest girl on Earth, and she’s naked and has my cock in her. I’m surprised I’m not already hard again,’ he says as though it’s obvious, my heart melting at hearing him compliment me again. I don’t think I’ll ever doubt myself again after this.

‘I do still want you to fuck me. I… don’t want today to be over yet. It’s been perfect,’ I say, the boy smiling softly. ‘I’d make every single day like this for you if you asked for it,’ he says, and even though it’d never be possible, he says it with complete sincerity, as though he really would want to. ‘You don’t have to take me on the best date ever and buy me lavish presents every day. But this part would be nice to do every day,’ I say coyly, Mason laughing gently.

‘Okay, babe. I’ll fuck you every day if that’s what you want,’ he promises me, and I feel myself getting wetter at the thought of him coming home to me waiting for him to fuck me. ‘Is that what my dirty girl wants?’ he asks, hand tightening on my jaw, holding my head in place so he can stare deep into my eyes, and I just about manage to nod in his tight grip. He’s giving me whiplash with the way he’s switching the mood.

‘Want me to come home to you and fuck you after you’ve been waiting all day? Because you know I would, baby. If you’re in the kitchen baking me something sweet, I’ll lie you across the counter and eat something even sweeter. If you’re watching TV in the living room, I’ll slip my fingers into your pants and make you cum all over my hand like a good little slut. If you’re in the dance studio, I’ll bend you over in front of the mirror so you can watch how pretty you look with my cock in you. If you’re recording, I’ll sit you on my cock and record all your pretty moans so you can listen to them when I’m away and remember how good I make you feel. I’ll fuck you after my matches and after your shows when we’re both all worked up and desperate for each other. I’ll fuck you with my fingers in the car after our dates, and then I’ll flip up your skirt as soon as we’re inside and fuck you against the front door. I’m yours now, babe, and you can have me whenever and wherever,’ he says lowly as he kisses along my jaw, his words making me moan softly. The thought of having him in all those different ways sends a fresh wave of arousal through me – I want him in every single one of those situations and my life won’t be complete if I don’t get it.

‘Want me to fuck my cum back into you?’ ‘Please fuck me, Mase. I need it,’ I beg pathetically, the boy grinning against my skin. He sits up on his knees again, pulling out of me and focusing his eyes between my legs. I can feel his cum dripping out of me a few moments later, his eyes darkening and smirk growing at the sight. I reach down and scoop some of it up, lifting my hand to my mouth and swiping my tongue across one fingertip, able to taste both of us. He watches me with a heavy focus, so I decide to help him along to getting hard again.

I reach my hand back down, his cum still on my fingers, and I think about pushing it back into me, but my nails are too long for me to put my fingers inside myself, so I rub it across my clit instead. I curse under my breath, keeping my eyes on his face as I smear his release across my folds and my clit, rolling my hips to meet the movements of my hand. He looks desperate for me, eyes so dark they’re almost black and lips parted to let out heavy breaths.

‘You’re so fucking hot, babe, oh, my God,’ he groans, hand fisting his cock, and he’s already hard again, abs clenching at the stimulation he’s giving himself. ‘Mase, fuck me, please,’ I whimper, still rubbing slow circles at my clit, and it’s like my begging knocks him back into action. He moves my hand away, replacing it with his own, and even though he matches my pace, it just feels so much better, my back arching under his touch.

He pulls off my socks, both of us now completely naked, and he lifts one of my legs to rest my ankle on his shoulder. He’s still resting on his knees, and he kisses the inside of my ankle as he buries himself deep inside me with much less resistance this time. I feel so much more exposed without his body covering mine, but the infatuation in his gaze as it travels across my body makes me feel confident rather than uncomfortable.

‘Can I move?’ he asks, and I nod, the boy slipping his hands beneath my back to lift my body up from the bed slightly. ‘Use your safe word if I’m being too rough,’ he says, the only bit of warning before he pulls almost all the way out before slamming all the way back in. There’s slight pain but it only adds to the pleasure, my eyes rolling back as I let out a high-pitched moan.

‘Fuck, baby, your moans are so fucking pretty. My pretty baby sounds so desperate and good for me,’ he murmurs, moving my body back and forth to meet his strong thrusts, his cock so deep it feels like it’s in my stomach. His hands are tight at my waist, holding me in a bruising grip, and his thrusts are just as forceful, but the kisses he presses to my ankles and legs are so soft and tender in comparison, my mind in a mess at the conflicting sensations.

He's much more focused on my pleasure now, watching my face intently to see my reactions as he fucks into me at a steady pace, the sounds of my moaning and skin slapping against skin drowning out the gentle music in the background. My body’s so stunned at the unfamiliar feelings, but the thing that makes me squirm the most is the look on his face as he watches me, a mix of cockiness, affection and intense desire.

‘You’re taking it so fucking well, y/n. My pretty girl loves having my cock, isn’t that right?’ he murmurs, voice strained with the effort of fucking me, and I can’t even respond, just moaning his name desperately. I feel the knot in my stomach starting to tighten as I watch his muscles rippling with every movement, the blood vessels in his body corded tight.

‘Getting close?’ he asks, and I just about manage to nod, the boy adjusting his position so he’s lying over me again, one leg slung around his waist with the other bent up between our bodies. He fucks into me with renewed energy, the new position meaning the head of his cock is brushing against a spot inside me that makes my eyes tear up, and his grunts of effort are directly against my ear, driving me wild.

‘Fuck, Mase, feels so good,’ I moan in a high-pitched tone against his ear, the boy cursing, his pace increasing after hearing the desperation in my voice. He rests his weight on one forearm, his other hand slipping between our bodies to draw harsh circles at my clit. It’s all too much – his cock hitting the soft spot inside me, his fingers rubbing at my clit, his noises in my ear – and I feel myself hurtling towards my high.

‘Is my pretty baby gonna cum on my cock for me? Come on, babe, you’re so close. Cum around me like a good little slut, baby,’ he murmurs against my ear, thrusting particularly hard as he presses down on my clit, and I cry out his name as my orgasm washes over me. My walls clamp down around him, so tight he can’t move, so he gets me through my orgasm by rubbing harshly at my clit, sucking bruises onto my neck as my nails dig into his back, scratching lines across his skin.

My walls loosen around him once I start coming down, and he takes the opportunity to start fucking into me again, chasing his own orgasm. The overstimulation is too much, my body still twitching with aftershocks, body squirming beneath his.

‘Come on, baby, you can take it. Be a good girl for me,’ he breathes out, words broken up with curses and moans, and despite the tears running down my face, I want to do as he says. So I do my best to get him there, engaging what sanity I have left to meet his thrusts, clenching around him, kissing and biting along his jaw.

‘Fuck, y/n, I’m gonna cum, babe,’ he groans, burying himself deep in me as he moans my name, filling me with his release again. He thrusts into me slowly to get himself through his orgasm before pulling out when he’s done, cum dripping out of me.

‘You’re such a good girl for me, baby,’ he murmurs, collecting up the cum that’s trickling across my skin before pushing it back into me with a two fingers, prompting an ‘mmm’ sound from low in my throat, legs closing around his hand.

‘Let me clean you up,’ he says, half to himself, and he gets up off the bed and pulls his boxers back on before heading into the en suite. My body relaxes back into the duvet, skin damp with sweat and chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, and I focus on the music so I don’t drift off to sleep, my body exhausted.

I can feel Mason’s hands on me as he cleans me up with a damp towel but I don’t register anything he says and I can’t focus my eyes on him either, lids sliding shut after a few seconds. When they reopen, it’s clearly been a while – Mason’s pulled the covers over my body and put a fresh pair of pants on me. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in hand and a bottle of water beside him. All the presents he got me are sitting on my vanity table, the bouquet of flowers on my bedside table, and I admire them with a warm feeling in my chest.

‘Mase,’ I say, voice hoarse, and he turns to look at me with a smile. ‘She’s back,’ he grins, lifting one of my hands to press a kiss to the skin, contentment filling me. ‘You okay?’ ‘Mmhmm,’ I hum in response as he hands me a bottle of water, watching as I gulp it down.

‘Why are you sitting there?’ ‘I thought it was a bit… presumptuous to get into bed with you without asking,’ he says, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘You were just inside me.’ ‘Still.’ ‘Mason, I don’t have a problem with my boyfriend getting into bed with me,’ I say with a small smile, and he tilts his head amusedly.

‘I’m not your boyfriend. Well, I’m your fake boyfriend. I haven’t asked if I can be your real boyfriend yet,’ he reminds me, and I roll my eyes. ‘You don’t have to ask.’ ‘No, babe. You told me you dreamed of romance in a relationship, and I want to be the man of your dreams, so I’m gonna ask, with a big gesture and everything,’ he says, and I pout.

‘So I have to wait?’ I ask, and he shakes his head with a grin, reaching over and plucking the single pink rose out of the bouquet, handing it to me. When I hold it, I realise it’s not real, and I feel my eyebrows furrow in confusion. ‘It’s a forever rose. There was a card that I wrote to go with it but I chickened out and didn’t give it to you,’ he says, picking up his jeans from where they are on the floor, fishing out a note and handing it to me.

Happy Valentine’s Day, y/n. You’ll be in my heart until the last rose dies. Yours forever, Mason x

My eyes fill with tears, the boy laughing as he moves to sit beside me, pulling me into his arms and pressing a kiss to the top of my head. ‘You’re so cute, babe,’ he murmurs, and I shake my head. ‘No, you’re so cute! That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,’ I reply tearfully, Mason stroking my hair with a soft hand.

‘Look at the rose again,’ he prompts, and I do as he says, inspecting it. As I move it, I notice the light glinting off something between the petals. I pick it out with my nails, gasping at the sparkling pink sapphire set into a silver ring. ‘It matches the jewellery set. It’s a promise ring,’ he says, taking it from me and slipping it onto my left ring finger.

‘A promise for what?’ ‘A promise that I’ll replace it with an engagement ring and then a wedding ring, if that’s what you want. A promise that I’ll love you forever, y/n,’ he says softly, and I turn to look at him with wide eyes. ‘Love?’ ‘What else, babe? Since the moment I saw you, I knew. You were gonna change my life, and now I can’t imagine it without you and all your pink. I love you, y/n,’ he whispers, and I let out a teary laugh, pulling him in for a kiss.

‘You still haven’t asked me,’ I say suddenly, breaking apart from him, and he laughs. ‘y/n, will you be my girlfriend?’ ‘Yes!’ I exclaim, pulling him back into a kiss. ‘I love you too,’ I whisper into the kiss, feeling his lips curve up into a smile. ‘Are you sure?’ he asks, breaking away from me, and I laugh. ‘Yeah, I’m sure. I’ve only just realised it, but I know it now. I love you, Mason Mount,’ I smile, the boy pulling me into his arms with a chuckle. ‘I love you more, my clueless girl.’

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Villain's Coffee Shop part 14

Warnings: none, really, just Villain's interview gone awry.

“My boss should arrive shortly,” she announced reassuringly.

Villain shifted uncomfortably. He felt so vulnerable, so exposed without the mask or makeup that usual hid his gruesome face scars. It made his skin crawl to know how everyone must see him – spoiled goods, a broken menace to society. He was only here in the first place because Hero had invited him; he didn't actually expect Hero's team to accept him or let him switch sides. He was mostly here to prove his point to Hero that the world would still reject him despite trying to be better. To get her to stop harassing him.

Both he and Hero had mutually agreed over the phone not to share his history as Villain to avoid complicating things – to Hero's team, he would be introduced as just another super-powered individual wishing to stop crime and save lives. It certainly helped that Villain was one of the stronger powered people in the city – it would make him more appealing to recruit.

But he wasn't prepared when Superhero entered the office room to interview him. The enemy that had nearly murdered him in their last fight.

Villain was instantly bristling, stiffening in his chair as Superhero sat in the one across from him, the desk the only thing separating them. He caught the quizzical side-eye Hero gave him, and remembered that he wasn't wearing his mask – there was no way for Superhero to know who he was. No way to tie him to his pastime as a villain.

But still, even being this close to Superhero made Villain want to lash out and rip the man's throat out for everything he'd done to him. Hero hadn't heard that her boss was the one responsible for his near-death experience yet. She was oblivious, and Villain partially wished he'd told her earlier to justify his current response.

Villain's mouth suddenly felt dry as a desert, and he watched Superhero eye Mocha, who was now stiff and tense in Villain's lap, ears subtly angled backward.

“You brought a cat. Into my office.” Superhero raised an eyebrow, prompting an explanation.

“I can't leave him home alone or he'll destroy the place,” Villain easily lied. He was always a quick thinker like that, able to make any excuse for any situation. “I have to bring him so I can keep an eye on him.”

Superhero hummed in acknowledgement, not looking pleased but choosing not to argue.

“Hero vouched for you,” he started, “said you'd like to join our hero team to fight crime. Is that correct?”

“Yes,” Villain answered curtly.

“What is your superpower, and what skills could you bring to this Agency?”

Villain delicately plucked a pen from its holder on the desk, tossing it carelessly in the air. It froze an inch from hitting the table on its way back down, frozen in time.

Nothing more needed saying.

“Fascinating,” Superhero remarked, looking genuinely impressed. “Timebenders are exceedingly rare. It's a very valuable gift to have.” He opened a drawer and rummaged around in it, eventually pulling out a thick folder of papers and sliding it over to Villain.

“It's so useful, in fact, that I think you might be the key to finally taking down a criminal I've been after for a long time. You could find him and freeze him in his tracks, because the problem is he always manages to disappear somehow – but that would be hard to do if you're frozen in time. Consider it your first official mission. If you succeed, you'll get a huge promotion. Welcome to the team, Villain. I foresee you being a valuable addition to our heroes.”

Villain opened the folder, and his heart stopped. In front of him, was all the information Superhero had gathered… on Villain. Locations he'd been spotted, every fight with heroes that went down…

He was being assigned to track himself down. To literally hunt himself as the city's most dangerous villain. How was he supposed to pull this off?!! If he didn't succeed in his task, he'd be labeled as incompetent, and swiftly kicked off the team. But he couldn't exactly turn himself in either.

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[twidiarie]

I stare with disgust at this broken, useless child.

This silly little girl.

Bright eyed and chubby cheeked.

Feral and curious and passionate and loud and full of color. 

Her tongue is vibrant and full of hues.

I have tried to wash that stubborn tongue.

Oh, how I have tried to yank that troublesome, wild thing and tame it.

Bleach drips out of my lips and spills into hers. 

It burns, she wails and whines, but the stain remains.

Her language deafening, pops and stands out in the slew of silent, conforming, and comfortable grays.

So temperamental and naive.

So sensitive and so eager. 

Silly little girl.

Fantasy hungry, fiction loving, day dreamer.

She watches far too much television for a girl her age. 

She poisoned her eyes and called the trash heap the building blocks of her personality.

Fitting.

She drowns herself in the pages of juvenile, otherworldly nonsense.

A world where she is no longer herself

This world wasn't made for her? 

No, she wasn't made for this world.

If children are like sponges, she should be malleable.

She should soak up everything, into the pools of knowledge I've dunked her into.

All she soaks up is foolishness.

I've squeezed out her joy. 

So dry. So empty.

Silly little girl.

Yet she keeps growing. 

She won't eat what I tell her to. She demands for what she craves. Greedy, troublesome creature.

She eats and she eats until her throat closes up, with no room for air.

She eats and she eats, filling her stomach until the seams holding the flesh bag together strain and stretch.

She eats to fill the gaping void in her heart. 

The food can not go in there, silly little girl.

The barriers of time separate us. 

Yet she clings, forcing herself into my past, present and future

The solid film of these photos keeps us apart. 

How I wish for my fingers to pierce through, to strangle that wretched, swollen neck. 

She will breathe once I do. She will.

What was lodged and crammed in will free itself.

I can go back and weld her into what needed to be made.

So the silly little girl could be the wonderful, loveable little girl

The little girl who giggled more than she wept

The little girl with more friends than she could count on her index finger.

I must break what was broken into something resembling what should have been.

What her parents wanted.

What I wanted.

But yet, I also wish to pry my fingers off her little neck and hug her little body close to my own. 

To feel her warmth. For her to feel the little warmth I have to offer.

To stroke her hair and whisper gentle, tender words of affection. Of understanding. 

What she wanted.

What I wanted.

Would that have worked? Would it work? Will it work?

I stare at her. She can't see me. 

Silly little girl.

She doesn't know of my vitriol, my hatred, my pity, my sympathy, my love, my empathy.

Her dreams are locked away into the vaults in my mind.

I palm around in the dark expanse for the keys, grasping desperately. 

I must bring them into light. Into reality.

For her. 

For me.

Silly little girl,

who wears my face.

[ghostsslutss]

Bitte write mating press with joost or even better aggu (／。＼)

glamour 💋

ski aggu x f!reader

tags/cw: mating press, rough , degrading

Shows after shows, falling off stage?.. Being in a wheelchair? Then jumping right up again to do more shows? Ski Aggu was one strange man. But when those goggles are off he finally has one little break. August runs to his lovely stress toy, his girlfriend.

You were sitting in the shared apartment with August in Berlin. Always clean and organised forever when Ski comes back from his tours. You sat on your phone, doomed scrolling through TikTok. You were off work today. It was so fucking boring to just watch Ski enjoy his shows and you had to work your shitty little law cooperate job.

Your head snapped around as you heard keys unlock the door, opening slowly it was Ski wearing his iconic goggles, baggy jeans, some sparkly belt, boots and a vest. August took his boots off, walking to you slowly. Each step felt like a year.

He was just teasing you slowly. So you can become more needy for him. God,

his arms looked so good in person. After months of not seeing him you just wanted to milk him dry, you thought.

“How are you, my love?”

Ski fixated on your movements, watching every blink you took. How you stared at him continuously. His problem how were you so shy still even after dating?

“I’m okay, baby.”

You responded, your eyes pleading for you to be touched by August. He smirked and chuckled softly.

“What is it you want, schatz? I can see it in your eyes. Do not act dumb, liebe.”

You snapped out of daydreaming about his arms around your throat. Ski walked closer towards you, sitting down on the sofa. Grabbing your thigh softly, you gazed into his ski goggles. He was handsome even with the goggles.

“Y/N.”

You looked down to his crotch. Not even focusing on what he was saying, you lifted your skirt. Revealing your wet panties.

“Ah. liebe you want me to fuck you. Such a naughty little slut aren’t you.”

He chuckled softly, spreading your legs out with his hands and then pulling them over to your head. Take off your panties and throw them on the floor. Ski removed his belt. Then pulling his baggy jeans off and threw them in the pile of clothes. Ski inhaled loudly as he saw your glistening pussy. His cock was already straining through his boxers. August took off his boxers, revealing his hard, bulging, veiny cock already leaking with pre cum.

“So feucht”

August’s smile widens, his grip on your legs tightening as he thrusts into you, your and his bodies meeting with a harsh, primal force. You moan, your body arching against him, your hands grasping at the sheets as claim them.

"That's it, Y/N,"

Ski grunts, his hips moving in a brutal, unforgiving rhythm.

"Take my cock like the good little whore you are. Beg me for more."

The room fills with the sounds of their bodies colliding, the scent of sex and sweat hanging heavy in the air. Ski's smile widens, his grip on your legs tightening as he thrusts into you, your bodies meeting with a harsh, primal force. You moan, your body arching against him, their hands grasping at the sheets as Ski claims them.

The room fills with the sounds of their bodies colliding, the scent of sex and sweat hanging heavy in the air.

Ski’s grip on you tightens, his thrusts becoming even more forceful as he hears their words. The sound of your pleasure, the way you beg for more, serves as fuel for his desire. His muscles tense, his breath coming in ragged pants as he dominates you, his body taking what it demands.

"You like that, don't you, Y/N?"

He growls, his voice thick with lust and power.

"You like feeling my big cock stretch you out? Make you mine?"

You nod, your eyes wide and glazed with pleasure. "Yes.."

You gasp.

"Yes, I love it. I love feeling you inside me. Please, don't stop."

Ski's smile turns cruel, his eyes never leaving yours as he continues to pound into you.

"Don't worry, Y/N,"

He rasps. "I'm not going to stop until I've had my fill. Until you're screaming my name and begging for mercy."

He leans down, his lips capturing you in a brutal, possessive kiss. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, tasting you, claiming you as his own. His hands move to Y/N’s.

[lycaonlover]

Werewolf Lover (Aurelio) *R* P1

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Word Count: 6037

Female Human X Male Werewolf

"I wasn't pushing, it's just too many people." A woman says to her traveling companion behind me at TSA.

"Surely you learned to keep space still." He grumbles back and she huffs in response. A small chuckle dares escape my mouth before I cover my mouth embarrassed. The last thing I needed was more attention. Looking around instead, the standstill was from a woman getting her passport denied at the check-in, scrambling to find her ID to use instead. I can't help but sigh and let my body droop.

When I get through TSA, my stomach couldn't be stopped; I had to get a blueberry bagel with cream cheese from a bagel shop inside the airport that I'm eating by my terminal as I notice the same pair located just a few rows away, seemingly arguing again. Shaking my head I look around more to see the people gathering to join my flight back to Greenwood, my hometown.

"Thank you for flying with us, the one and only flight you know you should take, I'll be your attendant on our trip to Greenwood, when you need it, we have it, the flight you need." The speaker cuts abruptly and makes a few people flinch and one man stifle a laugh at the announcer's monotone delivery. I sigh, pulling out a silver skeleton key with a leather band long past the chance of becoming a necklace again.

It was fine, I like fidgeting with the leather too much to wear it around my neck, after owning it for as long as I have it's a worry stone now. Besides, I could never figure out what it belonged to, only the feeling of belonging to something important. I hope so, I think to myself as I pinch the fabric between my thumb and pointer finger nails leaving a dent.

"Okay, can I get all other zones to the counter in a line please. This is final call for flight to Greenwood." I shoot up at the same time as the pair I saw earlier, they must have spaced out too. Getting into the plane and after putting my bag in the overhead storage I plop down to see the same pair coming my way, stopping by my aisle so I scoot myself back letting them in. While the man loads the luggage the woman gets all the way in to the window seat and I hear a loud grumble from behind me as I watch her sit.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't realize you were ready for your seat." I say, turning toward him and he glances me up and down before forcing his gaze back down.

"Forgive me, it wasn't at you." Gentle words came out smooth as silk, but the person he was with looked scared when I checked my periphery. I open my mouth but he continues with, "I'd prefer the window if at all possible." As she turns away from him and stays in her seat he sighs. "I'm sorry for any inconveniences my size might become as I'm forced to the middle seat." I nod to him trying not to upset him, scooting back so he can slide into his seat as well.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom first, then I'll sit down. You guys are fine." I try to reassure before going to the bathroom to catch my breath for a moment. I'd be stupid to not think this guy was attractive, but that grumble sent shivers down my spine. I'd never felt like that before, his voice was strong enough to vibrate and surely I wasn't the only one to feel it, right? I splash water onto my face and pat it dry before returning to my seat. I need to just get back home, being in the bathroom won't fix anything.

I slide back down into my seat, my arm squished against him the entire time, at moments it felt like he was leaning into me and breathing heavier, I was starting to think he fell asleep but when I peaked to look he was awake looking at his hands in his lap. I let out a deep sigh, one that moves my whole body and he seems to breathe with me, closing his eyes as if I reminded him of oxygen. I've been there, he must be having a stressful day, he was arguing earlier. After a while I try to settle into the rest of the flight, the attendant stopping for drinks, snacks and trash; before I knew it I was asleep, probably from the turbulence, it always did that.

"You can get off me now..." a soft voice sounds beside me and I sit up.

"Sorry."

"It's fine, just, can you get your bag the flight is done." He says, almost congested sounding.

"Right, sorry, again."Standing and reaching for my bag I glance around to see its down to just our row. "Did everyone else...? I'm so sorry, I must have been so tired."

He begins to stand turning toward me and as he does a hand grabs my waist, "let me help, it's okay," moving me out of the way but not moving his hand from me, just sliding it around my waist. "There we are," placing my roll-around behind him, "I'll walk with you."

"What about your..." I point to his companion and he shakes his head. "Okay." He doesn't leave room between us, or complaints as he guides me down the aisle, when we reach the first class section he pulls me back into his chest. "Um, is everything okay?" His physical contact has increased since sitting next to me and I'm starting to worry about his intentions.

"I lost balance, just give me a moment to steady myself." He sounds embarrassed enough for me to believe it, until he starts to inhale my hair. Pushing off him i lose balance in the aisle and fall to one of the first class seats.

"What are you doing sniffing my hair?" I start to readjust.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't sure if it was you or me that smelled of oak and... jasmine." He leans down toward me but he doesn't seem to realize he's done it.

"Maybe ask?" I straighten out my clothes and he offers a hand to help me up. "Thank you. Listen—"

"Please, call me Aurelio." He interjects.

"Aurelio... you've been kind. I'm sorry about falling asleep on you and keeping you trapped next to me, if you wanted to grab coffee or lunch some time," I hold out my hand after pulling out one of my cards from my purse side pocket, "this is my contact info. On me for the discomfort I might have placed." I smile at him as he looks at me taking the card with both hands, one grazing mine, giving me unexpected shivers I move my hand away quickly. "Right, I have a meeting I have to go to so..." reaching for my bag while his hands are occupied with my card he can't stop me before i try to shuffle away and off the plane. Occasionally I look behind me but after I get to the car parking lot I stop. I don't think he chased after me, I even waited for my checked bag in the bathroom peeking out to see the belt turn for my luggage. I feel stupid, I don't know if he was a creep. I sniff my jasmine washed hair, I don't smell oak...

Getting into the office I dump my things to the side of the front door and slump into one of the waiting couches, my head falling back in exhaustion. When my head lifts up, my plaque stares at me. I glare at the writing that reads 'CEO -  Elysian Greenwood Developments'. Getting up I brush off the dust and pull out my phone to make a few calls, a cleaner included. I hardly notice as one of my friends walks in, "I heard you'd be back in town. I knew I'd catch you here though, why do you still do it?" I jump and turn to see Barley Greenwood. Decent of the founders coming to visit doesn't surprise me.

"Hey Barley, how are you?" I smile and he rushes for a hug from me. "Barley! There's no need for hugs."

"There absolutely is! You've been gone what? Two years? Three?" He fake cries and leans his head on my shoulder. "You can't leave me again. I need my favorite builder."

"Hardly, you just want to convince me of marriage again. No." I sigh and slide out of his hold. "We've gone this route before, I just don't feel the same anymore." He glares briefly before pouting and making twinkle eyes to me. "No!"

"Fine, I'll be back to take you to dinner this week. Get rest, I heard you came in today anyways. We can't have fun when you're exhausted." He chuckles and blows a kiss to me before leaving my waiting room. I didn't even get a chance to protest the dinner plans, so I might have to avoid office meetings for a moment. I can't trust Barley to not interrupt something and make bold statements in front of local clients.

Just as I'm about to head out, grabbing my luggage, my phone rings, "Elysian Greenwood Developments, what can we make for you?"

"Yeah, it's Aurelio, I wanted to cash in on the lunch." His voice sounds rough.

"It's a little late for lunch isn't it?" I laugh noting the clock on my wall reads 6:00pm.

"Not if I haven't had any yet, are you up for it?" I can hear the smile through the phone as he asks.

"Okay, let's go, want to meet me or do I have to come get you too?" I tease, he makes it clear he wants a date.

"No, I'll meet you there, where would you like?" A chuckle.

"How about The Forest Hound?" I suggest, hoping a steakhouse isn't out of question. It's been so long since I've have a good steak. Not like Barley would take me there anyways, he hates steak.

"Perfection..." he breathes out, I barely catch it, "Sounds good, let's meet there in thirty minutes." And he hangs up. The first word must not have been for the call. I shake it off and regather my things, heading out to my car I had dropped off a couple hours ago by the airport services. After dumping my things into the trunk I head toward the restaurant I told Aurelio to meet me at. There was valet and I take it in a heartbeat, not wanting to bother with parking as I was already five minutes late. Not that it was my fault, I didn't pick the time. When I head inside I notice Aurelio already seated at a corner booth, right at the middle. He smiles and waves me over so I make my way to him, his smile only getting wider as I start to slide into the booth and get closer.

"Hey Aurelio, reminds me of the flight." I laugh trying to make light of the earlier debacle as I gesture to the proximity. He laughs too and I'm instantly relieved he didn't hate the experience. "So, why the rush for a dinner? Was it the lack of lunch?" I ask, trying to engage in conversation in between the server getting our drink orders.

"No true rush, other than to see you again." He gives a childish grin before continuing, "can't a man cash in on a free meal with a beautiful woman that fell asleep on him in the plane?" I roll my eyes as the waiter brings our drinks, a gin and tonic for him, a Negroni for me. Once our food is placed, "You truly are a beautiful woman, not to lay it on thick." Aurelio holds his glass up to me before taking a drink.

"I appreciate the compliment," taking a sip of the Negroni, "people say this a lot, but I really don't usually do this with a stranger I met on a flight. There's something about you that draws me in though, I think that's why I invited you to grab something. Besides the whole sleep situation." I chuckle and sip some more.

"You don't have to call me a stranger anymore, not since I introduced myself. I have to agree though, you draw me in, I'd let you sleep with me anytime." He smiles before realizing what he's said and I cover my mouth to hide a laugh as if turn to look for our food. When I look out of the corner of my eye toward him his face is fully flushed.

"Aurelio, please, let me laugh at this." I let go my laugh a bit more, not being able to stop it seeing his red face. It wasn't even that bad of a thing, yet this burly man is flustered before me. He reaches for my hand to move it from my face, probably in silent permission, so I let him and let my laugh go. He smiles before joining me laughing, still watching me as I do. "Sorry, I know you meant nothing rude, it's okay, that's why I was laughing." I'm finally able to explain.

"You can laugh at me." His smile reaches his amber eyes.

"I'm sure we'll have plenty more opportunities for me too." I muster a genuine smile without a chuckle this time.

"I hope so, when do you think that next time could be?"

"We haven't even gotten our dinner and you're planning our second?" I tease.

"Yes." A serious response.

"Umm," I clear my throat and am about to speak when our food is delivered to our table, just in time to give me a chance to think. "Oh! Thank you so much. Could I have some more of this sauce for these potatoes?" The waiter nods and rushes off. "Your steak looks amazing, why did you order rare?" I chuckle as I take a bite of my salmon.

"I just like the taste of the bloody juice with the meat. I can dip my sides into it too." He says doing so and shoving the large bite into his mouth. It was a large steak too, it came on its own plate. I nod agreeing, the waiter eventually brings my sauce and we finish our food in relative silence. Aurelio gives off a tense aura during the meal, something had seemed to be unsaid that he wanted to say to me but there was nothing.

"This was amazing, thank you." I tell the waiter as he grabs my plate from in front of me, he smiles grabbing Aurelio's plates before asking if we wanted any dessert. "Umm, whatever the special is please." Looking to Aurelio, he nods in agreement. "Make that two." The waiter takes off and I turn to him. "So what do you do?"

"Oh! Real estate management, yourself? I saw the card but, in more detail please, I'd love to hear."

"Development, so I suppose I develop the things you manage." I laugh, "maybe I can refer my clients to you after I finish my job."

"Maybe!" He laughs with me, his whole body leaning toward me.

As we walk out of the restaurant Aurelio offers to take me to a dance club and I couldn't say no. "Somehow you've found a weak spot, I use to go dancing with my friends all the time in Xapolis."

"Really now?" He raises an eyebrow and places a hand behind my back, leading me to the place he wanted to take me. "This place is owned by a friend of mine, before you ask I don't manage this club." He smiles and we reach an alleyway with a neon light at the end, flashing the name 'Alibi'. We walk past the bouncer, he doesn't even bother to stop us with a line of a few people outside waiting to get in. "Do you want any drinks?" He offers, pointing to the bar.

"I'd be fine with a Moscow mule." Responding he leads me to the bar, and when we get there the bartender rushes over.

"A, what can i get you and your date?"     He almost bows at us, but I could be wrong because he started to just scratch his leg.

"Yes, I'll have two Moscow mules." Ordering our drink and giving me a smile, the bartender finishes quickly and places it in front of us. Grabbing it to sip, I turn to Aurelio.

"Want to dance?" I give a large grin before walking off towards the dance floor, once I get to the middle I turn to see Aurelio still at the bar eyes wide. I gesture for him to come over and begin to start dancing where I'm at to the music with my drink in hand. I start to feel a hand wrap on my waist and dance against the person giggling, but when I turn around it was a different person than the one I arrived with. I give him a look of surprise and he responds with a sly smile, trying to continue the dance before I see Aurelio loom over him beside us. When the guy turns to see Aurelio his eyes open with partial fear but he doesn't stop dancing.

"That's my mate." A growled sentence I barely hear through the music, surely he meant date. Shaking it off I see the other man slink away immediately, almost disappearing into the crowd and Aurelio takes his spot, pressing his body into me. "If anyone else touches you tonight, I can't guarantee I won't start a fight." He shouts to me over the music, definitely loud enough for the dancers beside us to hear too and give space to us in response.

"I do like a man whose eyes don't wander while with me. I can respect staying with my date." I smile and wrap my arms around his neck, swaying my hips against him as we dance on the floor. He presses his forehead to mine closing his eyes to take a deep breath before starting to lead me around the dance floor, spinning me, grabbing my hand and making me winded taking sips of our drink and laughing as mostly I make a few mistakes with footing. "Okay okay, I need to put the glass down, I'm so done with it." I hold up my glass very high and he snags it from my hand, his other hand caressing my face before walking away to put our glasses on the bar and coming back quickly. Pulling me tightly into his body the music started to slow down and it was the perfect time for us to start a slow sway. I could start to feel the effect of my drinks for the evening and him holding me felt comforting. His face starts to bury itself into my neck and it tickles as he breathes making me giggle and flinch. "Sorry, it tickles." I respond with my face feeling a bit flushed. "I'm definitely a little tipsy." I explain to him, holding on tighter.

"That's fine, I'll protect you." He whispers into my ear and keeps his face in my neck. He was sweet and I melted at his words, maybe I also felt warm from the alcohol.

"Maybe I should head home, I do have work tomorrow." I say realizing my balance is getting worse. "I've had so much fun though, I'm struggling to stay balanced." I giggle still holding him tightly.

"Well let me help you get home safely, I promise." Aurelio sweetly offers an arm to me and leads us off the dance floor to the exit. When we finally get to the alleyway again I'm a stumbling mess on the uneven stone path. I try to catch my balance a few times on him and then to the wall.

"Just give me a moment, sorry, it's been a while since I've been out having drinks." I blush embarrassed by my behavior. Aurelio comes up to me and leans closely.

"Would you like help, or to stay here for a moment?" His breath was rough, like he needed to clear it.

"Here." I say closing my eyes to make things stop spinning. I feel lips press to mine and I see Aurelio kissing me when I look, making me deepen the kiss when i see the intensity on his face. He presses into me, making me feel more stable to hold him tighter into me, shoving my tongue into his mouth and enjoying the way he tastes like salty caramel and chocolate. A moan escapes his lips and my eyes roll in attraction to the noise. Once I realize how deep we were kissing i try to make us stop, flustered by the location and my imbalance. He lets it stop but leaves his forehead to mine again. "Damn..." I respond to the moment breathlessly.

"Yeah?" He laughs and hugs me, nuzzling my neck. "Let me help you home, shaky girl."

"I'm not! Just tipsy." I snort at him and he lifts me into his arms.

"I'll carry you, just tipsy girl." He scoops me up into his arms and leads us to a parking garage towards a convertible.

"Oh fancy car." I tease and he shakes his head opening the passenger door to place me inside. "Thank you strongman." He walks around and starts the car. "I have a place at that new apartment tower, can you take me there?"

"Should have known you'd be responsible for that one." He turns to look at me but I don't quite understand the expression so i just nod politely. "I want to take you on a second date."

"I'd love that, wait, did I just take you on a date?" I ask confused.

"I would like it to be seen that way." He says with sincerity.

"Okay, it can be a date." I smile and look down at my lap before looking back at him, "Thank you for the dancing and the kiss."

"I'd give you anything you ask for."

"Anything?" I tease back. "Even two horses and a boat?" I scramble to make up ridiculous requests for a first date.

"Yes, even two horses and a boat." He turns to look at me smiling, "though somehow I don't get a vibe you want those for real."

"Maybe..." I pout. We reach my place now and he walks around after stopping at the entrance. "Thank you," i take his offered hand and once I'm standing he presses into me again, giving another deep kiss. It just makes me melt into him again and he scoops me into his arms not breaking the interaction.

He begins to walk us to the automatic doors, closing the car door with his foot. I break the kiss, "the elevator, level 17." I instruct and he walks over and waits for the elevator he called, placing a quicker kiss to my lips before entering it and pressing the button. When the doors close he turns us around to press us to the wall and make out, forcing his tongue into my mouth my breath gets hot as we intensify the kiss.

"Let me stay the night, nothing will happen you don't want." Aurelio asks, explaining he'll be good. I don't think I want that though.

"You can stay." I whisper to him and he hugs me tight to him before kissing my cheek and burying his face in my neck again. The elevator dings, so i point left toward my side of the floor. "Right here." He stops at my door and i enter my code, opening the door. He pushes it open with his back and closes it with his foot as he walks forward and I flip a light switch along the way. He makes his way to the couch and sets me down, going into the kitchen.

"Where's your glasses?" He asks.

""Left of the fridge." I respond and he nods grabbing a cup and filling it with ice water from my fridge. Once he brings it over to me I take a sip. "Thank you." When I'm done he takes it from me and sets it down on the coffee table and turns to kiss me. "I've got to go to bed, where do you want to sleep? I have a guest room."

"With you, if that's alright." He lifts me up again and i roll my eyes.

"I have legs." He shakes his head. "I do!"

"They don't work right now, you need to let them rest." He explains taking me into my room I point out. He lays me down on my bed and I take off the uncomfortable clothes and shoes, settling into bed with my bra and underwear. "Would you like pajamas?" He asks and I turn to see his face absolutely red.

"Oh! Shoot, yeah in that top right drawer please." He grabs me a long shirt and i pull it on, sneakily taking the bra off after its on. "Sorry, don't mean to just strip out of nowhere. I really do need to go to bed." I laugh at myself and pat the bed beside me. "Whenever you'd like to join."

"I'm not quite tired yet, but id happily hold you to sleep." He offers and I pat the side of me again. He comes over and lays beside me so I take my chance to cozy into him.

"Look at me sleeping with you again, must be the way you make me feel around you." I comment before starting to fade as he kisses the top of my head.

"Goodnight."

I awake alone to my alarm, stirring in my poofy bedding. I remember there was an Aurelio beside me, saying something about not being tired. When I begin to look around his head appears in the doorway to the room. "You're up, just in time. I have breakfast." He fully walks in and places a tray of assorted food before me on the bed. "I hope you don't mind I raided the kitchen and made this for us." He confesses.

"Oh this is lovely don't worry about it." Sausages, bacon, toast, eggs, cheesy grits, orange juice, and more before me. Half of it a forgotten ingredient I owned. "Where did you find the sausages?"

"Oh, that was in the freezer." He chuckles, "that sounds like you didn't know everything you had anyways. This was a good thing." He comes around the bed to sit beside me. "Please, eat." He gestures with a hand so I do going for the bacon. He starts to join eating, "I have to say this is really calming for me. I wasn't expecting to be here this long but I can't lie, I'm glad I've stayed."

"I'm glad you did too," I mumble with a mouth full of egg and toast before swallowing what I chewed up. "Sorry, this is really good." I laugh.

"It's fine, I want you fully satisfied." He winks before eating some of the sausage.

"I have to leave for work in about an hour, so I'll need to shower, what about you? Do you need to head to work?" I blush as I continue to eat.

"No, not this week, but it gives more time with you so I can't complain." He answers.

"That's fine, just press enter on the door pad when you leave so it locks." I tell him before plopping back onto the bed. "I'm stuffed, you can have the rest."

"No room for sweets?" Aurelio asks as he leans into me and kisses my exposed upper breast before pulling the sleeve of my shirt back up my shoulder. "Enjoy your shower." He backs away from me as my breath starts to stutter.

Getting up and heading to the bathroom I try to shake off the tender kiss. When the water starts to get hot I step into the shower and let the water wash over me sighing at the feeling.

I start to use my soap when I feel a hand caressing my side causing me to jump and turn around to see Aurelio. "You're so beautiful, when I heard the shower I tried so hard to stop thinking about you in it..." Leaning in to kiss me on the lips i wrap my arms around his neck pulling him into me before realizing he was also naked, and a rock hard cock was pushing into my stomach. "So soft..." He whispers as he strokes my skin and I shiver.

A hand begins to run its way towards my pussy, holding itself there for a moment feeling hot and tempting as a finger lands perfectly at my entrance. "Aurelio..."

"Yes?" He teases me as his fingers start to lightly tap repeatedly causing my legs to shake.

"I have to work..." I try to debate our actions but my body was definitely not helping.

"I don't think I can stop." He growls, actually growls into my ear before plunging a finger right inside as his thumb begins rhythmically stroking my clit. My legs quiver and his other hand grips my thigh to pull my leg around his waist for better support as he leans his back against the shower tile wall, letting the hot water pour over me as he continues to thrust and stroke me. "You're so wet for me, it's not the shower I can feel it building, fuck." He groans and I can feel his cock begin to compete for space with his hand. My moaning is more audible at the feeling and the steam is causing me to pant.

"Aurelio... please, I can't," I try to plead again but it was obvious I made no moves to stop him.

His hand moved like he knew exactly how to make me sent over the edge as I lightly buckle onto his hand, moaning as I cum. "Okay, okay... please I have to go to work." I exasperatedly explain.

His head shakes as he growls, "You're mine, Marianna. I'm not stopping anymore." I feel his cock pushes into me then, my vagina feeling tight from lack of use as of late creating his moans, "fuck, you're so tight."

He slowly starts pulling back out and I unintentionally whimper thinking he's decided to stop but he shoves himself right back in faster and deeper than before and he moans again before leaning toward my ear, "were you worried I wasn't going to fuck your pretty little pussy, Marianna?" I gulp but nod slowly, "there's no stopping me from desecrating you now, don't worry."

A hand strokes my cheek before he continues to pound into me at a slow and steady pace and I whimper for a different reason now as he starts to pick up pace, grunting and moaning as he holds me close so he can keep thrusting his cock faster. "I'm getting close," He barely speaks between moans but I don't need the warning, I can feel his cock get harder inside as he strokes into me deeper and harder with less rhythmic control. It sends me and my pussy clenches around him but thats it for him, hot cum streams into me as he roughly bites into my shoulder to muffle his moan.

The bite was hard enough to not only turn me on in some strange way, causing another orgasm to erupt and clench over his member but also scream out and grip onto him, digging my nails in. "Bite me back," I hear him mumble a request still attached to my shoulder and I bite his shoulder too, as hard as I possibly can to match the way he was making me feel at the moment. I can feel his body buckle slightly under my bite but not a bit of cock slipped out nor did his bite loosen as he moans and shoves his dick harder into me, pushing on my cervix and unloading another stream of hot cum inside me taking me by surprise I release my bite with a gasp and my legs feel like jelly as I squeeze another hard orgasm out onto him. "Fuck, Marianna you're so hot," Aurelio whispers to my ear as his arms wrap around me to hold me to him, not letting me fall.

"My legs aren't legs anymore," I tell him as I reach around his neck to hug him to me, my head resting on his chest. "That's gotta be the best shower sex I've had." I giggle a little.

"The way I wanted to make you join the mile high club," he grumbles to me, "at least we can clean up the mess I've made of you here." He pinches my chin and tilts my head toward his face to kiss me sweetly on the lips as a blush forms on my cheeks. "Let's finish this shower." I nod a little fast in agreement.

"I don't want to exhaust us, we just woke up." I try to play off and within a blink my body spins and my ass is facing him while I face the shower wall, "What the...?"

"I won't get exhausted with fucking you, maybe one more will leave you with a better memory of me owning you, Marianna." A controlled frustration let out as he presses his tip at my entrance, "Let's see how exhausted I can make you." He chuckles before shoving his cock inside me again, filling me fully and slamming into me with my cervix immediately meeting him.

A groan from both of us before he starts stroking in and out of me again, my hands barely bracing both of us on the wall as he thrusts harder and faster. My eyes begin to roll as I swear his cock swells larger inside me and my arms lose their stability but he reaches an arm forward to brace both of us as the other hand grips my hip to manipulate my body to push back into him with better force as he grunts and fucks me.

I let him hold me together as I relax into a full body orgasm, my walls convulsing over his extra engorged cock causing him to shout and unleash his own orgasm, his legs shaking to get every last drop inside me. He holds his cock snuggly inside as he hugs me to his chest from my back.

"Your cock feels so much bigger this time, I couldn't hold on." I explain relaxing further into his hold.

"And you took every fucking bit of it," he moans and twitches inside me, a bit of cum unloading into me. "You're perfect." Kisses start to spread over my skin as he runs his lips onto my skin. He digs his painfully enjoyable fingernails into my sides as he carries both of us under the stream of water, "let me clean us both up, I've got you." Warm water runs over my chest as I close my eyes, it feels perfect after our rendezvous. He reaches for the soap and begins sudsing us both up, but his cock doesn't budge for a few moments. It was fine to me, he held me up the whole time but id never experienced such a large cock that just stuck itself inside me so perfectly like his does. "I'll bring you lunch to work, my divine."

"You aren't going to try and convince me to stay?" I ask, kissing his cheek.

"No, I know what it takes to run a business and have people depend on you, I won't keep you from doing that. The thought of you naked in here was just too much to resist." He finishes washing our bodies and begins to lift me off his cock. I feel his cum pouring out of me as he holds me up to let it fall, his eyes trained onto the visage. "I'll have to do this more often, that was a wonderful view."

"Okay," I laugh, "c'mon Aurelio." He nods and reaches for the shampoo.

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Always posted to tumblr first, only the previous Orc Lover Gambrol Part 3 was delayed posted to here, IDK how I missed it. Anyways, this is the longest “part” I’ve ever posted before, I usually don’t exceed about 2,000 word count. Let me know what you think and if you like the longer format! Thank you for the patience for how long it’s been since i’ve written/posted. Still an exophiliac at heart.

[yuyu1024]

Those eyes

Pairings: Yeosang × y/n

Genre/tags: Friends, first time

Warning: 🔞🔞 fluff, smut, dry humping, mention of masturbation & porn, cursing, no sex [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 1.9k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: repost. Check pinned post for more stories✨️

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Yeosang have missed a lot of your classes since he got into an accident. He got discharged from the hospital and now at home to recover. And as his best friend, you go and visit him everyday to give him the notes and assignments that your teachers asked you to give so he could at least catch up or be in tune with the whole class.

They don't want him to get behind since he is one of the top students in the whole school, not just your class.

"Oh! Y/n, happy friday." Yeosang's mom greets you as she opens the front door.

"Hello again, Mrs. Kang."

"Your just in time." She says as you enter their place. "I just finished helping him cleaning his wounds and make your afternoon snacks..."

"Thank you, Mrs. Kang..."

"Welcome..." she then shows you the tray of sandwiches and fruits for you and Yeosang. "I'll leave you two guys alone for a minute okay? I need to go and have a quick run to the groceries to buy more stocks for our pantry. And maybe go by the pharmacies too..." she then checks her phone for the list of things she needs to buy. "We ran out of bandages and the cream to put onto his scratches..."

"Oh, don't worry about us. I will look after him. We'll get busy studying anyways..."

"Thank you, Y/n...." she pats you on the shoulder, "also a heads up... he's a little cranky... I don't know what got into him... but I hope you make him feel better..."

"I'll do my best. I'll yank his ear if he gets on my nerves." You joke

"Maybe that's what he needs." Mrs. Kang laughs. "Text me if you need anything else from the groceries okay?"

You watch Yeosang's mother grab her bag, her keys and then check her phone one last time before she goes out of the door.

"Have a safe trip!" You say before closing the door.

After she left, you start to do your thing. Your sling bag is still hung across your body whilst you start to carry the tray of the food Mrs. Kang prepared for you and Yeosang.

"Knock, knock." You lightly kick the door with your feet and immidiately see Yeosang carefully climbing onto his bed to avoid his right injured arm

"You're early today." He says

"There is a school fair today so..." you place the tray on top of the beside his bed.

"Ah, the fair. How's our class' booth?"

You frown. "Why worry about that? You know our booth is always the highlight of the fair. Wedding booth is always hyped by everyone." Then you feed him a piece of muscat.

"I guess so..." he says as he chews. "Do we have a lot of assignment today?" He slighty sigh

"Hmm... not really." You jump onto the bed beside him and begin to open your bag and look for the notes.

"Y/n... your skirt!" He takes one of his pillows and place it on your lap. "You could've gone home and changed before coming here."

"Sorry!" You gape at him

"You should be careful when your wearing a skirt!" He looks irritated

"I know... but I'm with you so it's fine!" You throw the pillow back to the other side. "Why are you suddenly yelling at me?"

He sighs. "Nothing..." he massages his temples with his free hand which is covered with scratches. Which is a lot better than the right one which is in a cast and in a sling support.

"You are very snappy... what's wrong with you?"

He looks away from you and just sighed again. "I said nothing..."

"C'mon Yeosang... we've known each other for a long time now... I know something is bothering you. You're not the type to be like this unless something frustrates you."

"You will not understand it."

"Why not? Explain it to me then... is it the homeworks? The notes I've made for you? Or because you're not healing quicker than you want to?"

He went quiet for a bit before he finally decides to tell you the reason. "The latter..."

"The doctor said... you are doing better right? So just give it time."

"I know, I know... but it's not that..." he suddenly looks shy

"What is it then?"

"Promise me that you will not laugh at me."

You blink multiple times, confused. "Laugh? Ahm... okay... I won't. What is it? Get to the point."

He covers his face with his hand, closing his eyes even as he tells you. "I've been a little frustrated because... I can't ma$turbate."

"Huh?" You look confused and doubting if you really heart him say that he's annoyed that he can't jerk himself.

He looks at you, annoyed. "I'm right handed, y/n! I can't use my right hand." He points at his injured arm

"Ooh."

He lays his back on the pile of pillows behind him. "I've been horny and shit and I can't do anything about it." He puts his forearm over his face. "Laugh all you want now... I get it if you find me silly."

But you didn't laugh. You get his frustration. He is a guy after all. You are just stunned as you've never heard him talk about this stuff before.

"I'm not laughing..." you say to him, pulling his arm off his face. "Do you want me to help you?"

His eyes widens at your question. "What?"

"Help you... to release whatever you want to release..."

"Don't make jokes like that."

"Who said I'm joking?" You spat

"We are friends. Best of friends." Yeosang says

"So?"

"What do you mean 'so?' Are you thinking straight right now?" He gets up.

"I am..." you answer with a straight face. "I know you watch p0rn and shit... coz I do too... and pleasuring yourself helps to... get it out... you know... especially both of us are virgins. We do what we can do...you know..."

Now, he is the stunned one. He didn't know you are this open minded by this things. He didn't know you have your own needs like his.

"So... do you want my help or not? We can just continue doing homework if you like..."

Yeosang closes his eyes again, trying to think everything through. Because he cares about you and don't want this to cause any issue afterwards.

"If you don't want to... it's fine." You say as you start to get off the bed but then his hand suddenly stops you mid-way.

"What would you do? To... help me...?"

You smile at how cute his face is, innocently asking you.

"I don't know a lot too... since I've never tried the things I watched in real life... but..."

You slowly climb back up again. But this time not just on the bed but also on top of Yeosang. You sit on his lap, right above his thighs where you could feel his bulge slowly getting hard as he felt your covered core on it.

"We can't start... like this..." you begin to slowly move your hips creating friction between the two of you while making direct eye contact with him. "I might get wet from this..." you quietly say "I might stain your jogging pants."

"I don't care." His mouth is slightly open, breathing is slow but heavy and his eyes are fixated on you.

"Does this feel good?"

"Yes..."

"Do you want something else?"

Yeosang eyes lower his gaze.

"Do you want to touch my boobs?" You ask, smiling

He is breathing louder now as you pick up the pace of you, dry humping him. "Can I?"

"I would enjoy if you do..." you start to unbutton your white blouse uniform. "I have a this thing about... my boobs..." you explain. "I feel like... I like them being touched.. gives me pleasure..."

Slowly revealing you covered boobs and telling him you like him to touch it, made him even harder. You feel his bulge pulsate upon reveal.

He cups both of your boobs, squeezing them with amazement. "They're so pretty." He mumbles

"Ugh..." you moan as you feel your core get wet just from humping him over his pants. "Sorry..." you say as you check his soaked pants.

"Holy shit..." he hisses as he sees it. "Fuck."

"Sorry..." you repeat

"No... it's okay.... it's actually... so sexy..." Yeosang looks at you again. "Can you now... touch my.... my..."

Laying down beside him, blouse still open, "do you want me to give you a handjob?"

He nods with excitement.

"Okay... but let's cover ourselves with your blanket and play a movie on your laptop or something in your TV.."

"Why?"

"Silly you!" You tap your finger on the tip of his nose. "You're mother might get back and check up on us... just to be safe."

"Ah! I see. Yes."

And that's what you guys did. You turned on his TV and played some scary movie so his mom will not find it weird that you to are so close to each other under the blanket. His mom knows you are a bit of a scardy cat.

"You're so smart for thinking about this..." Yeosang says as you both get comfy laying down on his bed.

You put a pillow above you too to hug but also to hide whatever you are doing underneath "you're not the only smart person in our friendship you know..."

Your hand then pushes his jogger pants down a little, freeing the thick length he's been hiding in there.

"Holy fuck!" He hisses as he felt your hand grab him. "Holy fuck y/n" his mouth opens and releases a quiet moan as you begin to move your hands up and down. "This fucking feels... good."

"Your so thick..." you whisper to him. "I wonder if you would fit in me..."

"Fucking hell, Y/n!" He breathes, "don't say shit like that... coz I would.." he pauses as his breathing spikes up. He's getting in his zone. You are really giving him such pleasure.

"You would what?" You ask him

He opens his eyes again and looks at you straight into your eyes. "Coz I would not mind finding out what it feels to be in you...." he leans forward to you to give you a kiss. A long, sweet and lustful kiss.

This kiss is both your first kiss.

"I'm down..." you answer. "I don't mind getting lost into you..."

"Do you want to stay for the night here?" Yeosang asks, "I can ask my mother to call your parents."

"You are eager..." you smirk, "Not tonight...." you pick up your rythm again, making him throw his head back onto the pillow. "We can wait until you're fully recovered... for now... we can just...."

Yeosang starts to moan a little louder. He's so close to his peak.

"F-fuck! Ahhh...."

You watch him go mad under your hands. "Look at me... I want to see those eyes of yours...."

He is taking deep breathes, mouth open and looks at you. His eyes are sparkling. He is on the edge.

"Fuck!" He grunts and hurriedly grabs the tissues he had ready to catch his warm release. "Fucking hell, y/n..." he leans in for a kiss again which you are willing to accept after seeing him so happy and super satisfied. He's cheeks are even got pinkish "Promise me... once I fully recovered... we get to do this again... and..."

"I promise."

[sneakyparsnipslicer]

dude help please! This twink kidnapped me!? And he is wanting to swap bodies with me since I’m so huge and muscular and hairy!

Hmm, this is a tough situation. Guessing the twink won't take no for an answer?

You'd met him on a night out right? Out clubbing with the mates and that was where you saw him, at the bar as you were getting the round. Pretty sure that's where you introduced him to me and the others. I was worried since you hadn't texted letting us know you got home safe. But whatever ropes he bound you with you broke free of. You must have, that's how you managed to text me right? Good to know you haven't lost your touch Houdini!

I don't suppose you remember where he took you do you? Can't really send the police if we don't know where you are. Keep your wits about you and do what you can to stall him. You've got this

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You read the text and sigh, it's reassuring to know that someone knows you're in this predicament. You pocket your phone and look around the dimly lit room. It's gotta be a basement right? You haven't seen that creep since last night, pretty sure he spiked your drink, the bastard.

In the distance, up the steps you hear the sound of footsteps and the turning of the key in the locked door. The twink was coming to check up on you! You quickly place your hands behind your back and sit patiently as you hear him steadily walk down the steps. You watch cautiously as he arrives at the bottom of the stairs. The two of you stare for a moment and he swaggers towards you.

"Good to see you're awake" he says calmly, walking into the moonlight shining from the window above you. He's cute, but by God do you hate him and what he wants.

He looks like a TikTok fuckboy, but something about him makes your skin crawl. There's more to him that meets the eye and with his earlier proposal of making you into a bodysuit, you just know you're not his first victim. For a twink, he's quite intimidating.

"Have you considered my proposal?" he asks softly. You clear your throat, indicating that you can't talk due to the gag in your mouth. He approaches and unties the gag. You take a deep breath of musty basement air and cough.

"Catch your breath" he says as he walks over to sit on a nearby box. Your breathing calms, you lick your dry lips and look to him searchingly. He sits there unphased.

"Why are you doing this man?" you ask croakily. The twink looks to the window and sighs.

"It's become a passion of mine, collecting bodysuits of men I admire, I've been collecting for quite some time now. Once in a while I see someone so drop dead gorgeous and get the urge to just BE them, you know?" he said, romanticising the idea.

"So you just bag us and wear us? What the hell? What about US? I want to live man" you say sadly, tears begin to well in your eyes.

"I understand the sentiment, but consider this; all that work you put into that godly body of yours, eventually it'll age and wear and that'd be such a tragic waste" he says, shaking his head disapprovingly. You look at him shocked. He only cares about how you look now?

"So what? You kill me and wear me like clothing and somehow that's better than me continuing on with my life?" you ask. He considers this but still doesn't show any notion of reconsidering.

"Beauty is a fleeting thing, but I can preserve it for all of time" he gloats, smiling cruelly at you. You want to get up and shove him off that box but you remember your hands are meant to be tied, so all you can do is glare.

"Oh come on now, don't scowl! You'd be the pride of my collection! Those arms, your muscles, and oh that ass of yours!" he whistles and laughs. He looks off to the side. It's then that you look to the stairs and notice me sitting up there. Our eyes meet and I press a finger to my lips. Don't give us away!

You hang your head sadly.

"Fine, just get it over with" you say. This snaps the twink out of his laughing fit. He looks at you surprised.

"Is that a yes?" he asks excitedly. You nod.

"You'd better make it worth it" you say, spreading your legs. He smiles and jumps off the box, walking over to you.

"Believe me, my Bear friend, I will" he vows, crouching and holding your jaw in his hands. He looks deeply in your eyes and locks lips with you. At first it's kissing with tongues but then he moves his hands down your neck to your burly shoulders and holds on to them tightly. Suddenly he breathes in sharply like a vacuum cleaner. He's sucking your soul out! It doesn't last long mind you, he soon falls off when I whack him over the head with a shovel.

"Sorry about that" I say, panting. You look to the unconscious twink.

"Ah, it's ok. He sucked" you chuckle. I shake my head, grinning and offering a hand so you can pick yourself up.

"Did it take you long to find this place?" you ask as you dust yourself off.

"I tracked our texts, turns out he's about a mile's drive from the nightclub. Not very smart. Let's get out of here so we can go make a statement to the police" I say as you hurry up the stairs, me following close behind. Whoever this guy is, he's getting justice for his past victims and you get to keep your skin fitting tightly all over.

[glassartpeasants]

Run Rabbit Run .03

Yandere!Eustass Kid x F!Reader

Warnings: Physical abuse, Kid being a dick head, slow development of Stockholm syndrome, mention of not eating, thoughts of self hatred and death, branding, nonconsensual kissing, Kid experiencing the chop-chop slide from shanks, heat being a real one, soft kid???, edited as much as my sleepy self could

Trash Summary: After receiving another horrific scar, reader is starting to lose hope. But just when someone from the inside offers help, her captor has an accident. Leaving reader to suffer with newfound emotions

A/N: yeah this series has a choke hold on me. I've got another part planned and that Luffy fic is still in the works but my computer deleted it and i have to start over :,)

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pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 pt.8 pt.9 pt.10

@rebeccawinters

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The bruises were completely gone after a while and you finally started to feel better after having such a nasty cough. It no longer hurt to stand and the bite on your shoulder eventually healed and there wasn’t a trace that it even happened. 

Of course, you still were gonna watch how much weight you put on your thigh just to make sure. But now, after you were convinced that it was safe, you started to try to work out again. While you no longer had the crates, something was better than nothing.

You look at the wall, and you see the tally marks you’ve started in order to keep track of the days. There were a few times where you think you forgot but it’d still give you a rough estimate on what the time to leave would be. That is if you didn’t escape earlier.

You weren’t sure how you were gonna escape the more you pondered on it. If you were on open seas, you couldn’t just jump off the ship! Sea kings, unpredictable weather, dying from exposure, or being kidnapped by another pirate group! 

What if you were to get on an island? You couldn’t know where you were or how to get back and you highly doubt Kidd would ever let you outside without him by your side again. Escaping would be so much more complex the second time than the first time. 

You had thoughts about using your body to break down the door but that’d be loud enough to alert the entire ship. Perhaps you could try to learn how to pick locks? Wishful thinking since you don’t have anything to work as a pick. Maybe try and undo the screws on the doorknob/door hinges. You could use that butter knife you hid between the floorboards as a makeshift screwdriver.

“Rise and shine princess, me and you have somewhere to be.” Your heart races as Kidd’s voice breaks through the silence you were enjoying.

“Where?” You sit up in your bed as you watch the door. Hearing the door unlock never fails to make your throat dry. When he stepped into the room, you see a piece of cloth in his hand. A blindfold, most likely.

“Stand up.” Sighing, you get up from under the covers and stand before him, not wanting to get on his bad side. His big hands tie the cloth around your eyes before he throws you over his shoulder.

“I can walk, damnit!” He could have easily just guided you to whatever hell he was bringing you. You hated being manhandled by him and it took everything inside you to not flail like a fish. As soon as Kidd left your room, a cold air hit your body causing you to shiver.

“Chilly princess?” His laughter only made you more annoyed.

“You never told me where you're taking me.”

“So impatient.” You roll your eyes behind the blindfold. Obviously, he wasn’t gonna crack so you might as well try to recognize each twist and turn he took. Soon enough, you had no idea where you were. His whole ship felt like a damn maze every time you were out of your room.

Just then, you hear keys juggling, and the sound of a door unlocking echo in your ears. Where could he have taken you? Why did you have to wear a stupid blindfold? When you heard the door relock behind you and Kidd is when you really started freaking out. Your body began to squirm to try and loosen his grip.

“Quit squirming or I'm gonna chain you to a wall.” Considering that was the last thing you wanted, you let out a huff before stopping. You didn’t want another scar on your ankle and it’d only make escaping 10x harder.

You feel Kidd sit down before your plopped down on his knee. The blindfold was tugged off quickly and your eyes struggled to get used to the brightness of the room. Once your eyes did settle, you see tools covering the walls and a big workbench in front of you.

“Where am I?” You couldn’t help but look around the room more. Even the last time you were kidnapped, you’ve never been inside this room. So why were you here now?

“The place where I made that collar of yours.” He must have sensed your soured mood because he got up closer to your ear to the point you could feel his breath.

“Now your here to watch me make a new one.”  The feeling of his lips pressing against your neck made you freeze, His lipstick staining your skin with each kiss. You didn’t pull away simply hoping that he’d get it over with it soon. Today you just didn’t have the energy to deal with an angry Kidd.

Kidd grabbed your hips and turned you around so you were facing him. Your heart was racing as you both stared at one another for a split second before Kidd pressed his lips against yours. On instinct, you press your hands on his chest to try and stop him. Instead, it seemed to only stir him on.

He kissed you like you were gonna disappear at any second. His hands made their way to your sides and slowly caressed the flesh there. His touch made chills run along your spine. The feeling of his lips against yours made your stomach churn in disgust. Even being so close to him felt like a nightmare. You wanted nothing more than to shove him away and tell Kidd to kick rocks, but this could be a crucial part of getting you out of that small room. So despite your disgust, you kiss him back.

You move your hands to slide across his chest to his neck before cupping his face. The small gesture led him to make a small sigh through the kiss. His tongue quickly swipes across your bottom lip. Without a second thought, you open your mouth for him. You feel his tongue run against your own and his hands pull you closer to him.

When you both separated, a trail of saliva connected the two of you as you panted for air. Your face felt ablaze when you saw how smudged Kidd’s lipstick was. If it was like that on him, what did you look like? 

The workshop echoed your heartbeat as you tried to hide your face from view by hiding it in the crook of Kidd’s neck. It’s hard due to the thick collar that adorned your throat. It always got in the way of sleeping, eating, and even trying to read got in the way.

“If you're gonna make me a new collar, can it be one I can sleep in?” You mumbled into his skin as you tried your best to plead.

“Do you know why your in that collar?” His tone of voice made him bite your cheek. You can feel him pull you closer so your chests are touching. His piercing eyes look down at you.

“I ran away…” His fingers dig into your skin roughly, causing you to wince.

“Yeah, you did. How can I trust you not to do it again hmm? This collar makes my devil fruit power work even better than the last one. So why should I give rewards to bad girls?”

“Can I do something to make it up to you?...” Your heart beats out of your chest waiting for his response. The fear of uttering those single words had you fearing his answer even more.

Kidd’s chest rumbles as he makes a ‘hum.’ You hated how long it was taking him to just decide.

“Take off your shirt.” Your eyes widen, and you feel your blood freeze.

“W-What?”

“You heard me. Take it off.” With a gulp, you leave the crook of his neck. Grabbing the helm of your shirt with shaky hands, you slowly lift it over your head. The cold air attacked your exposed chest. You quickly cover your chest as you feel your face heat up. Kidd never gave you any bra’s and the one you did have, he threw away! Hell, you’ve asked but he said no every time.

“Back to me.” Without another second, you followed his orders. If you were given the chance to keep his prying eyes away from you, you’d take it.

Kidd’s cold hands run against your sides before tracing your spine. The small touches made you shiver. You question what his motives were when he stood up and placed you back down on the chair he once sat in. Before you could ask him, Kidd grabbed a piece of metal and used his devil fruit powers to wrap it around you, effectively ‘tying’ you to the chair. You try to move but you were no match for the strong metal.

“Hey! What the hell!” Kidd snickered before going to a corner of the room to grab something. You watched him with an intense stare. The sound of metal rattling and being shoved around was nothing compared to the screaming inside your head. What could he possibly be looking for?

“You know, originally Killer talked me out of this, but since you want to be rewarded for bad behavior, I think it’d go nicely with your new collar.” There was a sinister tone in his voice as he faced away from you. You didn’t even need to see his face to know he had the look of insanity plastered on it.

“It’ll also show anybody who tried to take you away, that you belong to me.” When he finally turns to face you, you see a blow torch and a metal pole with a shape on the end of it. Simply with his words, you knew that whatever he was holding could not be good. You try scooting away from him by pushing the chair away but he grabs it and pulls it back.

“Don’t worry, princess, I did my research.” His laughter had you breathing heavily as you panicked.

“This is completely unreasonable! You can’t be serious!” You try to escape once more but it proved futile.

“You wanted to make it up to him? Well here’s your chance.” Every inch of your body starts shaking violently as you simply look at him in horror. Insanity swirling in his eyes as he grabbed the blowtorch and held it to the metal.

“There has to be something else! Please Kidd-” A loud smack could be heard in the room. The sensation of Kidd’s backhanded slap caused tears to flow down your face. You wouldn’t be shocked if you got a bruise from how hard he slapped you.

“Be fucking grateful I’m even giving you this chance! Those damn Straw Hats taught you that you can be a brat! I’m going to kill each one of those fuckers! I’ll do it in front of you so you can see what happens when you leave me!” His voice was evil and dark and despite how much you wanted to cower and cry, your thoughts spilled from your lips.

“You’ll never beat them! They're gonna come for me and kick your ass!” Your hair was grabbed harshly as your head was tugged back. Tears blurred your vision but you could see his eyes staring at you. Even through the blur, they haunted you.

Before you could say another word, a searing hot pain burned against your chest. It was something that you’ve never felt before as every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire. The pain of the metal touching your chest made you scream so loud that you thought you’d lose your voice. The metal was only on for a millisecond but it felt like a century. Tears pour down your face more than they’ve ever before as you wail from the pain. Your screams echoed throughout the room and your sure it could be heard from the depths of hell as well.

Kidd let go of your hair and you let your head fall. One of your tears fell on the fresh burn and you whimper from the pain. You could feel it throbbing, and it felt like hell even to breathe. The world seemed to spin around you as it felt as if your chest was being ripped open. Your vision slowly started fading to black as the pain soon became too much to handle.

~~~

Opening your eyes, brightness surrounded you. Squinting your eyes, you slowly lift yourself up and your chest burns at the simple movement. Rubbing your eyes, and taking in a sharp breath, you see that your in the infirmary once more. You let out a sigh as you turned to your right and saw someone you hadn’t seen since you were freed.

“H-Heat?”

“Hm? Oh, your awake-” You didn’t even give it a second thought before you got up to hug him as tears whelm in your eyes.

“I’m so sorry! I tried too hard but…” You whispered to him as you held him close, despite the burning pain on your chest.

“Don’t. I heard what happened. Life can be cruel sometimes.” You could only nod.

“You should sit back down. Putting pressure on your chest might not be a good idea after what happened.” Your eyes start to water as the events that happened earlier burned in your memory.

Letting Heat go, you look down at your chest. It was covered with bandages to the point where no skin was showing. Thankfully your breasts were covered in as well. You gently move your fingertips against the bandages before you make your way to your neck. The metal collar was gone and instead, a leather one replaced it. The bed squeaked when you sat back down.

“They all fully know about you now. The rest of the crew.” Lifting your head up, you look at Heat who was sitting in the chair in front of you.

“He lied about your screams, though. He said you burned yourself. I don’t know if the rest of the crew bought it but I didn’t.” You let out a slight hum as you listen to his words.

“I don’t know if you saw what he burned on your skin or if you passed out before you could.”

“My vision was blurry. I couldn’t see through the tears.” Your hands grip the end of the bed with a crushing grip.

“Let it heal first, then before you look.” Looking at the ground, you feel rage bubbling inside you.

“I want to kill him, Heat…I want him to suffer.” Your voice only a whisper as hot tears start flowing down your face, biting your lips to avoid letting out loud sobs.

“He’s taken everything from me. I can’t even fight back to defend myself. He always manages to hurt me before I fully recover from the last wound I had. How am I supposed to get away and go home if I can’t even go one day without being in pain?” The infirmary went silent, and the only thing that could be heard was your sniffing. 

“I’m trying so hard to stay positive but-” The sound of familiar footsteps cut you off. You gave Heat a quick glance before laying back down. Closing your eyes, you do your best to fake sleep.

“Heat! Did she wake up yet?” Kidd’s firm voice had you clenching your teeth.

“No. She’s been out cold the entire time.” You could feel Kidd’s piercing gaze against your ‘sleeping’ form.

“Don’t mean to pry, Captain but why?”

“Fuck you mean why?”

“Why her? What’s so special about her that you're hurting her to the point where she doesn’t have the strength to leave you?” Heat question causes you to bite your lip. You desperately wanted to know the answer too.

“That’s none of your damn business, Heat.” Suddenly, you feel two strong arms grab you, only to start carrying you bridal style. The urge to wiggle out of his arms and run was strong, but you didn’t dare open your eyes in fear of what he’d do when you ‘woke up.’

You feel Kidd walk out of the infirmary and return to your little room. Hopefully, he’ll just put you in there and fuck off. Go back to being a sick bastard elsewhere. 

“Heat needs to mind his fucking business. I can do whatever I want to you cause your mine. He doesn’t know how much of a spoiled brat you’ve been.” The two of you must have different definitions of spoiled brat.

The sound of Kidd opening the door had your heartbeat calming down. At least you were in the only place you felt a sliver of safety. You’d take any compared to nothing at all. But the sound of him locking the door behind him meant he planned on staying in your room tonight.

Kidd pulled back the blankets and set you down before you heard him take off his boots and join you in the bed. Grabbing your body, he pulls you closer before covering you both in blankets. He snuggles his head on top of yours, and you feel his chest against your back, arms wrapping around your sides.

“I remember the look of fear you had when I got you in the grasp. It took me everything inside me not to fuck you right in the middle of your burning town.” You could hear him chuckle. Events of that day had you holding back tears.

“It’s like you wanted it to happen. You watched me kick your mayor and didn’t so shit about it. You didn’t even run until you saw me looking at you directly. You practically begged me to steal you away. But I couldn’t have you thinking about home when all you needed was me. Watching you cry about your burning town made my cock so hard that it hurt. Good thing after your town burned to ashes, I had my perfect little princess waiting for me to fuck her beneath the deck.” His words made memories replay in your head as you felt your chest get heavy.

“I was originally going to get rid of you when I got bored, but the scared look on your face gave me a high that nothing ever has before. How could I get rid of something that made me feel so powerful?”

“And soon enough, I realized you were meant for me. Your whole existence was meant to be with me. It took a while but soon, you finally understood that you were meant to be by my side. Even if it took a hit or two.” Laughter rumbled in his chest as you felt small tears silently slide down your cheeks.

“It was perfect…until you left me.” Kidd’s grip gets crushing, causing you to let out a cry. He immediately stopped, probably worried that he’d ‘wake you.’  The room was silent before he continued.

“Those Straw Hats took what was rightfully mine, They stole you from me.”

“So when I saw you running alone on Sabaody, I was given proof that you were meant to be with me. You came back to my grasp. You simply needed some discipline.” Beating you to the verge of death is the farthest thing from discipline. But how were you supposed to talk sense into someone so delusional?

“Now look at you. You simply needed a reminder of your place. So quietly and listening to anything I have to say.” His fingers brush a strand of hair away from your face, and he places a chaste kiss on your cheek.

“Cause I know your awake, princess.” 

~~~

It’s only been six months since you were taken on Sabaody. It felt so much longer than that, though. With every new fear and scar, it seemed to slow down time by 5x. No matter how hard you tried to close your eyes, the sleepless nights haunted you. Nights you stayed up crying in pain. From physical or emotional, you didn’t know. It could have been both.

You were trying so hard to stand up for yourself, to show that you no longer feared him. But anyone with eyes could see the fear that plagued you whenever you heard his footsteps. How venomous words died in your throat instead of reaching your target.

Your body was the weakest it’s ever been. With all the times you’ve been injured and how you refused food they had given you out of spite has taken its toll. It wouldn’t surprise you if you looked dead. Sometimes, you wish you were. Some days, when the nights were super cold and when the darkness suffocates you, you wish Kidd would just kill you. Wish that the warlord who took your friends would’ve taken you too.

When you felt your chest and how the scarred skin brushed against your fingertips, it only made you shove down the urge to vomit. Having such a demeaning thing scarred into your skin only fueled your overwhelming self-disgust. How could you even go back to the Straw Hats after getting it? There's no way they’d want someone as disfigured as you. The scars around your ankle and neck from being shackled, the stab wound scars, the scar on your face after hitting the crate corner, small scars from times he hurt you enough to break the skin. The horrific imprint of his jolly roger scarred against your skin was the worst of all.

What had you done to deserve such a fate? What past life did you live that made this life such a punishment?

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“...” You didn’t answer. Hoping that person would just leave. The last thing you needed was to see someone.

“It’s me, Heat. I brought you food.” The door opened, and his shadow filled the room.

“I’m not hungry.”

“I know your lying. You haven’t eaten in 4 days.” You hear Heat place the food beside your bed before hearing him sit on the floor. Turning around, you look at him with a brow raised.

“I’m not leaving till you eat.” You pout but give in, hunger taking over your spite. Sitting up, you start eating the food in front of you.

“The others have been asking about you.”

“Why?”

“A screaming woman doesn’t just disappear in the infirmary.”

“I guess. But why is it relevant?”

“Based on Kidd’s answers, I think he will let you roam the ship.” Your eyes widen at Heat’s words.

“Really? You're not fucking with me?”

“It’s just a speculation, so I’m not sure, but it sounded like it.” You were about to celebrate finally getting out of the small room., but the reminder of having eyes on your scarred body and that you’d still be stuck on a ship with Kidd plagued your mind.

“Can anyone swim on here? Like, how many of you have devil fruit powers?”

“Why?”

“I can’t tell you my evil plan.” A small laugh left Heat.

“You plan on swimming away? In your condition?” Despite wanting to argue, he was right. You were in no condition to do any physical activity.

“Damnit, your right. Guess my spite is my downfall.” All you could do was frown as you continued to eat.

“Did your burn heal okay?”

“Unfortunately. Now I’ve got that delusional fuckers jolly roger on my chest.”

“Well, you can lie about how you got them. If I didn’t know how you got them, I would’ve assumed that you got in some fight and got cool scars.” You let out a quick laugh. Heat’s words managed to somehow make you feel better.

“Anyone ever tell you you’d be a good therapist?” It was Heat’s turn to laugh now.

“You're the first. Who knows, maybe in another universe I am.”

“A therapist with some sick tattoos.” Both of your waves of laughter echoed in the small room. The smile you tried to hold faltered when you heard cannon fire roar across the ship.

“Must be Marines.” With a sigh, Heat stands up before grabbing the now empty plate.

“I better be off, or Kidd’s gonna freak.” Heat’s footsteps echo in your ears before he stops at the door.

“Instead of putting your body through trial after trial, recover first. Then I’ll help you.” Without another word, Heat leaves and closes the door behind him. Leaving you to ponder your next move.

~~~

Something felt off. There wasn’t any laughter on the ship or the sound of talking echoing in the halls. Killer only spoke one word to you all week, and you haven’t seen Heat or Kidd at all. You hated to admit it, but the silence and lack of human interaction worried you as you feared you might start hearing voices-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Who is it?” The door squeaks open, and Killer comes into sight. It wasn’t time to eat you based on the sun's position. You also showered earlier today, so it couldn’t be that either.

“Grab a blanket, pillow, and book, and come with me,”

“Bossy much.” Still, you did what you asked. Maybe it could be a better room he’s taking you to?

“Where are we going?” Killer closed the door behind you before telling you which way to go as he walked behind you. Probably to make sure you wouldn’t run.

“Kidd’s room.” You furrow your brows at his answer. Why did you have to go there?

It didn’t take long to reach this room. What surprised you was how a tall man wearing brown leaned against the wall next to the door. You’ve never met him before. At least that you could remember.

“This is Wire. He’s gonna guard the door to ensure you don’t leave.”

“That doesn’t explain why I'm here-” Killer cuts you off as he opens the door and gently shoves you inside.

“Hey!-” He shushes you and points behind you. Rolling your eyes, you turn around, and to your shock, you see Kidd lying on his bed covered in bandages. You’ve never seen Kidd like this before. Thankfully, he was sleeping, so he couldn’t see you holding back a smile.

‘Karma hit you hard, huh fucker?’

“Can I know what caused him to be a living mummy?” You throw your things on a chair conveniently placed next to his bed.

“We got in a fight.” Confusion fills you after hearing Killer's words. Even you knew that Kidd never lost a fight to other pirates. The last time a Marine ship came by, you logged it. You started logging almost every enemy ship the Victoria Punk crossed, and from what you can tell, Kidd always won. With how many bandages that covered him, the thought of him losing was still a shock.

“Since when does Kidd lose a fight? Plus, I didn’t even hear or see an enemy ship.” Killer simply sighed.

“Kidd simply bit off more than he could chew.”

“Well, now you have to tell me who gave him such a beating?”

“Kidd tried going after an emperor-”

“An emperor?!-” Killer shushed you quickly, and you hear Kidd moving behind you.

“Yes! Now be more quiet!” Killer flicked your forehead. You slap his hand before scowling at him.

“Anyways, Kidd’s gonna need someone to watch him till he wakes up and to make sure he doesn’t lay on his side.”

“Why?” Killer silently shuffles towards Kidd before pointing his head at Kidd’s side. With an eyebrow raised, you walk towards him. When you get closer to see what Killer is pointing to, your eyes widen, and your mouth drops open.

“Holy shit…his arm…”

“Yeah, make sure he doesn’t sleep on it.” With that, Killer starts moving towards the door.

“Hold up! How did he lose it?!” You whisper yell to him, but he closes the door before you can drag him inside to answer your questions.

Crossing your arms, you turn around and watch the redhead breathe slowly. You could only stare at him in his weakened form. Questions ran rampant in your mind. Which emperor did he go against? Why did he go against an emperor? Does he have a death wish? While it didn’t matter to you if he got himself killed, you wondered what was going through his mind. Then and now. Was he dreaming about the fight?

“Your such a fucking idiot Kidd. Going against an emperor thinking you’d win? You really are delusional.” You whisper to him as you sit on the chair before draping the blanket over you. Even if you were invested in the book you brought, all you could do was look at Kidd.

His hair was down, and his jacket was folded and placed on the end of his bed. A sheet simply covered him, letting you see more bandages under it. Whichever emperor he went against no doubt spared him. All those bandages couldn’t be hiding anything good.

~~~

It’d only been a few hours, but you could hear the telltale signs of Kidd waking up. Putting down your book, you quickly muster up some bravery as you look at the man lying on the bed.

“Fuck…my head…” With closed eyes, Kidd touches the bandaged area. Knowing Killer would have a fit if the bandages were messed up, you quickly grabbed Kidd’s hand. It was huge and rough compared to yours, probably from working with metal all the time and fighting. The feeling of your hand holding his had Kidd’s eyes shooting open. You see him go to speak, but you manage to interrupt him.

“Killer sent me here. Your in your room, obviously.” Kidd sits up quickly before you can stop him. You hear him let out a groan of agony.

“Careful idiot! If your wounds open, I’m not fixing them.” He sent you a glare that had you shutting up quickly.

“A few wounds isn’t gonna stop me from Killing Red Hair Shanks so fuck off-” Without thinking, you grab Kidd’s head and turn it so he can see the real damage that he received.

Just by the look Kidd held in his eyes, you could see horror behind them. Horror, shock, anger, every single negative emotion a human could feel, you saw behind his eyes as he looked at the missing appendage. His eyes widen, and his mouth ajar. In all the time you’ve been with him, you’ve never seen him like this. The sight had an unknown effect on you.

“Kidd?” Your voice soft as you know an aggressive one would have a negative effect on the situation. Still, Kidd didn’t answer you. You slowly move closer to him to try to see his face better. Another surge of shock fills your being as you see tears slowly slip down his cheeks. He didn’t even notice as he simply continued to stare.

You grit your teeth as a flurry of emotions explodes inside you. All of them saying that he finally got what he deserved. He finally feels what it’s like to lose something to have your world stop. But even at the sight of his karma, a slight itch wormed in your heart.

You felt bad.

“Hey…can you look at me?” Once again, no response. Biting your lip, you slowly move your hand as you gently place your hand on his bandaged cheek and softly push Kidd’s head to face you. Tears still poured down his eyes as he stared at you. It was so foreign. Seeing him so quiet.

“You should lay down, just to make sure everything heals properly-” Before you could say more, Kidd uses his one arm to grab you and pull you to him. His arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you to his lap. Thankfully, there were no wounds on his lower half so you didn’t have to worry about that after he made you straddle him. You feel him place his head on your chest, and before you could say anything, you hear him crying.

You were speechless as you simply looked down at him. Never has he shown such weakness. Before your mind thought it through, you wrap your arms around him. One arm gently wraps around his neck, and the other hand you placed on his head.

You didn’t know what he was louder, your heartbeat or his sobs as he breathed heavily. His forehead was pressed against the branding he gave you not long ago. Silence covered the room as neither of you said anything. What could you even say?

Biting the inside of your cheek, you slowly start combing your fingers through his red locks. Despite his rough exterior, his hair never failed to feel like silk.

“Just breathe, okay? In and out,” You demonstrate your words in hope he’d mimic it. Hopefully it’ll calm him down so he could get some air as his face was beet red. Kidd manages to follow your lead, yet you still fear tears hit against your skin. Your shirt soaked in his tears.

With a sigh, you start to hum a gentle tune. Because of how tight his grip was, you knew you weren’t leaving anytime soon.

~~~

It’s been a few days since Kidd woke up. He didn’t let you go until he eventually fell asleep upright, holding you. Crying himself to sleep was something you never thought Kidd would do but yet there he was.

You managed to escape and lay him back down. It was getting late, and you wanted to ponder your thoughts on what had just happened. You told the man outside the door everything, and he escorted you back to your room.

You didn’t sleep much that night as your emotions and thoughts fought against one another for hours. All your hatred and rage seemingly disappeared when you saw Kidd crying. Why weren’t you laughing at him? Laughing at his Karma? Why were you so gentle to someone who’s never been gentle with you until then? Your pillow was victim to all the frustrated screams you wanted to let out.

“I’m going insane! I must be! Why else would I feel bad?!” You could feel your body shaking as if it's ready to explode. After everything Kidd’s done to you, why has your body betrayed you and made you feel bad for him? You should be cheering and dancing, but instead, you here laying on your bed staring at the ceiling. Counting the nails keeping the ship together in hopes to bore you to sleep.

Yet you couldn’t. 

Your finger tips gently skimmed over the branding that you were given unwillingly. Hatred burned in your soul, yet the parasite of sympathy remained.

Scare littered your body from what Kidd put you on, though. There were so many that even looking at your body in the mirror had you feeling disgusted at yourself. How can you get over everything when you still, and always will have reminders etched into yoru skin? The sound of your racing heart overpowered the footsteps that drew closer.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Come in?” Sitting up, you watch the door open. You were expecting Killer, but you were shocked to see a stumbling Kidd coming in. Bandages still wrapped around his body. The harsh smell of sake filled the room, and it was easy to figure out why Kidd was down here rather than in his own room.

“Kidd, your drunk. Your gonna fall and hurt yourself. Why are you here?” He didn’t give you an answer but instead continued approaching you.

Before you could speak, Kidd towered over you. You swallow the lump in your throat as you remain in eye contact. Kidd groans before he flops on top of you, knocking the air out of you.

“Kidd! Get off, asshole!” You scowled as you tried your best to push him off you. Yet despite all your effort, he didn’t move an inch. Gritting your teeth, you hit his back to get him at least sober enough to talk. Instead, all you heard were loud snores. You groan and rub your face with your hand. Having him use you as a pillow would not help your inner turmoil.

You look down at him and see him draping what remains of his left arm across your tummy. His head used your breasts as pillows, causing his untamed hair to tickle your neck.

“Mmm…” You could feel Kidd nuzzling closer to your body. The sound of sniffling echoes around the small room.

‘Great. What the hell am I supposed to do?’ With a sigh, you once again run your fingers through his hair, hoping of stopping him from sniffling.

You didn’t want to hear it. The sound of him being so weak in front of you had the deepest part of your heartstrings pulled. It told you that he needed you. That you were supposed to comfort him. The small voice only got louder and louder with every cry that left Kidd’s lips.

“You piece of shit. Even in your sleep, you torture me.” You put your free arm over your eyes and feel tears forming. Your chest felt heavy as you held back the urge to start screaming in anger. Yet, tears were the only thing that your body managed to do.

~~~

Kidd was gone when you awoke, and a small sigh left your lips at the realization. You thankfully didn’t have to deal with him first thing in the morning after being used as a pillow that he could cry into. The only evidence that he was there at all was a scrap of a bandage.  That and the lingering smell of sake.

While you wanted to get out of bed, there wasn’t anything that you could do. You were stuck in a small room with nothing but books and which all books had been read. All of them read to the point of wanting to use them as a fire starter. 

All you had in that small room were your books and your thoughts, and both were pointless. No books to engage and take your mind off the world around you and your thoughts so divided that it was your own personal hell.

Things felt so pointless. Why read when you’ve read it before? Why daydream when all it does is make you sad? You only had human interaction when food was dropped off in your room or when you were in the infirmary after an injury. Even then, more than half the time, it was interactions with someone you wished would keel over and die. Hearing their voices only fueled the nagging thoughts and the overwhelming nightmares. It felt like sleeping was your only escape but you were safe in slumber either. Nightmares of how hot the flames around you were when Kidd kidnapped you and burned down your home. The nightmares of pain he had inflicted upon you. You couldn’t remember the last time you truly had a dream that left you smiling and not sobbing into your pillow.

With how delicate your sanity was, you couldn’t even handle loud noises anymore. It’d just remind you of Kidd’s angry footsteps. The sound of gunfire had your limbs shaking as it reminded you of the times that Marines shot cannonballs at the ship right where you were. Always instilling the fear that one day, one of them would burst through the wall and kill you. Or bring you back to the day when Kidd stole you back. It makes you wonder what you could have done differently.

If you let yourself get caught by Warlord Puma, would Kidd still get you one day? What if you had run the other way? Or ran faster? Would you still be lying on the cold floor of your personal hell?

The suffocating thoughts of how your relationship with Kidd would be after he showed you that he was capable of being ‘human.’ Would things go back to the way they were? Would he treat you better? Actually, give you some sort of freedom other than moving to and from the infirmary without a blindfold and no longer having a metal collar? You had so many questions that could only be answered in time, and knowing that, ate you alive.

Just while you were stuck in your thoughts, you hear commotion going on upstairs. You haven’t heard any cannonballs, so it couldn’t be another ship. Could it possibly be they were getting ready to dock at an island? The thought being near an island was exciting. But you knew that you wouldn’t be let out of this room to go on said island anytime soon. So, getting your own hopes up would’ve been cruel.

Your lip trembles as you start to breathe heavily. Trying to hold in the small tears that threatened to sleep. Such a small action had you feeling even more pitiful.

“I’m so pathetic…I can’t even go two hours after waking up without crying. Why can’t I be strong like Zoro or Robin? Why can I even call myself a strawhat when I’m so fucking useless that I can’t even defend myself from getting kidnapped!” Your desperate words slice through your already wounded heart like razors. Thick tears start falling down your face as you begin to sob loudly. You turn in your bed and grab a pillow, holding it tight.

You cling to the pillow as you drench it in your tears just as Kidd had done to you. The small room made your sobs echo all around you. Almost as if they were laughing at how pathetic you were. It wouldn’t surprise you if your cries echoed out into the hallway. Hearing your own voice had you wishing that maybe death was better than being stuck in such an endless loop.

You were stuck in Kidd’s grasp, and now his presence seeped into your soul. Infecting you like a virus to the point where you started giving the man who took away everything from you sympathy. It was horrible knowing that you were wasting your sympathy on such a cruel man. It’s already horrible how you slept better in his arms, but now that you were starting to feel a semi-positive emotion towards your captor, it's a whole other story.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Go away!” You cover yourself in your blanket as you sniffle into your pillow.

“It’s Killer.”

“What do you want?” The cracking of the door had light illuminating your room. Even from under your blanket, you could see it. 

“Kid wants you.” Pushing the blankets down, you wipe your blurry eyes as you look at Killer with an annoyed expression. 

“Why?”

“Don’t know. Now come on.” 

~~~

As soon as you open Kidd’s bedroom door, you see it’s empty. You turn to look at Killer, eyes still watery as you try to stop the tears.

“He’s not here.”

“Well, he just was. Give him a second.” With a frown, you roll your eyes before stepping in. You huff as you slam the door behind you, not wanting any more interaction with the masked man.

You jump in Kidd’s bed and start to get yourself situated the best you could. His bed was much better than your own, and you just wanted to sleep, even if your nightmares continued. You just wanted the day to fly by. 

Since Kidd wasn’t in his room, the atmosphere felt lonely and cold, much to your disdain. You couldn’t hear the sounds of waves that sometimes lulled you to sleep, so you try to hum a small tune so you weren’t stuck listening to nothing.

His room was quite clean compared to normal. No clothing on the floor, tools no longer scattered among surfaces. Metal trinkets placed normally and from what you can see through the crack of the bathroom door, it looks much cleaner as well. It had you scratching your as the whole scene felt off. Just then. Kidd’s bedroom door opened and you see Kidd walking through it from the corner of your eye. He must have went to get new bandages.

He moved to the other side of the bed, saying nothing as he kicked off his boots. The bed dipped drastically with a squeak as you felt the covers move. The smell of Kidd’s shampoo hit your nose as the silence seemed suffocating. While you usually had no desire to talk to the man behind you, the silence was just to loud.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like shit.”

“Sorry.” Only seven words expressed between the two of you and yet it still felt like a thousand. It could be that this would’ve been the most normal conversation you’ve ever had with him. A conversation that you started. You take a sharp breath before turning around to see Kidd laying on his back. Both of yoru eyes catch one another.

“Does it hurt to lay down?”

“Only at certain angles. It stings to move my face a bit.” You hum as you spot Kidd’s goggles holding up his hair, no doubt causing more pressure. Scooting closer to him, you reach your hand up to gently pull off his goggles. Kidd’s eyes went wide before going back to normal and looking at your face. You take his goggles and hold them in front of Kidd.

“This could be causing some of the stinging.” Kidd grabs them before putting them on his nightstand. He returns his attention to you before telling you lay your head on his bandaged chest. You just decided to listen, to tired to ignore his commands.

His body was much warmer compared to your own, leaving you to cling to his bandaged body like a koala, wrapping your legs around one of his thighs and laying one of your arms across his torso. His heartbeat echoed in your head as the steady rhythm had your eyelids growing heavy. You hear him gulp and before you could fully close your eyes, you feel Kidd intertwine his fingers with yours. The feeling made your heart drop cause while your mind told you to rip it away, your body stayed still. Enjoying the small gesture of deseperate affection.

“Do you have anymore books that I can read?” You mumble quietly into Kidd’s chest as you stare down at his hand holding your own.

“No. why?” The familiar gruffness in his voice finally coming back.

“I read all of them. Also, some of my clothes are missing.” You hope that you can take advantage of teh calm situation your in to potentially get more things that’ll keep your sanity for a little longer.

“I’ll get it tomorrow. Right now, we sleep.” You hum against his chest as you enjoy the warmth that Kidd gave you before you feel your eyes flutter shut.

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Kei, my friend, thank you so much for the chance to rec some of my own fics 💜 This has been waiting in my inbox for forever but I have a very limited spoon supply right now 😅

Because I've got several of these lovely asks, I'll give you my favorite 5 sexy fics 😘

Louder (explicit | 2k) - my first steddie fic!

While laying in bed, the two of them can't help but overhear their upstairs neighbors going at it rather loudly. Eddie turns to Steve after a while, and asks, You wanna fuck louder than them to establish dominance?

we pass the ghosts that haunt us later (explicit | 3.8k) - very different from my usual stuff

warnings: ambiguous ending (there is a sequel with a happy ending though), cheating (Steve cheats with Eddie on a partner)

It's impossible to quit Eddie Munson. Not that Steve didn't try - he's always leaving. It's just that he's always coming back.

wear me like a locket around your throat (explicit | 4.5k) - possessive!Steve and Eddie in a collar

Written with my dear @yournowheregirl 💜

There's a long silence in which they both stare at each other, unsure of what to say. Or maybe they know exactly what to say next, what to do next, they're just not sure who's going to be the one to actually bring it up. Eddie is the first to break the silence, he always is. "You want me to put it on for you?" Steve feels his dick twitch at the question, the for you ringing in his ears at the same time the mine, mine, mine mantra comes back with a vengeance. "Please."

we tangle endlessly like lovers entwined (explicit | 3.4k) - sexual healing anyone?

It's not that either of them has to wine and dine the other, theirs is not that kind of relationship. But they’re still friends. Friends who like to fuck each other's brains out, but friends nonetheless. Still, they usually take their time. Heavy make out sessions, mouths and hands on each other's bodies. Eddie fingering Steve for so long that he was coming dry by the time Eddie finally fucks him, his hole so loose and sloppy with lube that Eddie's cock sinks in like a knife in warm butter. When it's quick and desperate, it’s usually trading messy hand- or blow jobs, both of them too impatient for any kind of foreplay. Just quick and dirty hookups in the video store break room or in the shower before they have to start their day. But today, Eddie needs it hard and fast. Today, Eddie needs Steve to fuck every thought out of his head until all he can think about is the ache in his body from being used, from being owned, from being ruined. He needs it to hurt. Today, Eddie needs to forget.

You know I'm a show off (I would let you get some) (explicit | 6.4k) - confident, cocky and kind of slutty Steve was so much fun to write

And so begins the longest ten minutes of Eddie Munson's life. He's standing there, the sun beating down on them, but he's sweating for a completely different reason as he watches Steve contort himself to reach every last inch of his precious BMW. His shorts are riding dangerously high, just barely revealing the curve of his round ass more than once. There are moles all over his skin, like constellations waiting to be explored by adventurous hands and lips. The hair on his legs looks soft, so light it's almost blonde, and Eddie wants to run his fingers over it, scratch the creamy white skin of his inner thighs and leave his mark on that perfect body.

[anjelicawrites]

Cringefail Throuple 💡

Decorating Billy’s flat for Christmas is a nightmare because Michael comes prepared with a ruler and a laser level and takes on the role of supervisor. Everything has to be perfect! He even measures the spacing of ornaments on the tree!

Eventually, either reader or Billy start distracting him by blowing him just so the other can actually get the decorations up, and he can fix them later… if he still remembers afterwards.

I have to say, there's more angst at the start than what I originally planned. Fear not, there's enough filth to make up for it!

Warnings: angst, Billy panics a little, quick mention to the car bomb, self-image issues, kissing, oral (male receiving), handjob, ass play, anal (male receiving), hints at cunnilingus.

NSFW and 18+ under the cut!

When Billy comes back home, he can hear the Christmas music through the cheap door of his flat. For a moment he panics, then remembers than now, both you and Michael have a set of keys and you've texted him that you two will be waiting for him. Billy takes a big breath, he's still getting used to have people over to his own place, panicking a bit and he has to tell himself that's you two, who love him and care about him, who will never put bombs in his flat, or his car, if he still owned one.

When he opens the door is greeted by the sight of you, perched on a stack of books, on a chair, intent on putting Christmas decorations on the walls. You're wearing a black jumper, decorated with festive skulls and knee high socks.

"Hello love." He says, over Dolly Parton's singing. "Billy!!!" You turn around, almost losing your footing and Billy has to run to you, his hands around your hips to help you keep your balance. "That's dangerous! Where's Michael?"

It blows his mind that someone as smart as you are, can be so incapable of taking care of themself.

"I've send him on a errand. He was driving me absolutely crazy! He kept moving what I had already set."

Billy looks around his small living room/kitchen area. You've already decorated the small tree near the telly and put Christmas trinkets on all the flat surfaces you can find. There's window decorations as well and now you're nailing fake holly garlands on the walls.

"You don't have to work so hard, you know that?"

Billy blushes as he speaks. Both you and Michael have worked so hard during the finals, he's seen how tired you were, almost burned out, and now, instead of lounging on the sofa, stuffing your face full of chocolate while watching stupid Christmas movies, are decorating his crappy flat.

"Billy." You cup his handsome face in your hands. "You're going to be alone for Christmas, and that breaks my heart, at least you'll be feeling our presences with you."

Billy can feel tears welling up in his eyes, he doesn't deserve you two.

"I don't mind not traveling back to London. I can do without having to deal with all my family for this year. Besides, the pub is going to be opened, I will be swamped with work."

You can hear the tremble in his voice, your heart aching with the knowledge that his family doesn't feel like a safe harbor for him, even though you know both his parents and older sister love him.

"Oh Billy..."

You curl your arms around his neck, your legs finding home around his slim hips, his hands under your arse to sustain your weight, your face against the side of his neck, tears already falling from your eyes.

"Love, don't." He says, voice broken by his own tears.

He manages to sit you on the kitchen table, before hugging you impossibly tight, letting you cry as he tries to not bawl himself, failing. When he feels your arms loosened, he gently cups your face and clumsily tries to dry the mess of tears and make up on your cheeks.

"I must look like a panda." You try to joke as you use the arm of the jumper to dry your nose. "A very cute panda." He kisses your forehead. "Let's go."

His hands go under your arse again, lifting you up as if you weight nothing, before he heads to his small bathroom and positions you on the small cabinet next to the sink. He remains between your splayed legs, his hands grabbing your make up remover and cotton pads to reveal your naked face. You don't like you skin, too many blemishes and imperfections for you to feel comfortable to walk around without, at least, some foundation. Billy loves all of them, all these little marks that draw the picture of you truly are, he's spent hours just kissing all of them, before making gentle love to you. After he's washed your face, he kisses the tip of your nose, his teeth nibbling the tip until you laugh.

"Let's finish before Michael comes home." You tell him. "He's going to be a pain anyway." "What did he do?" He's genuinely curious about the drama. "Ugh! He's just so... gah!" "A perfectionist?" "Lucky that I am in love with him!"

The jingle of Michael's keys is drowned by Bing Crosby singing "Santa Claus Is Comin' to Town", he's not surprised you're repeating the 'You better watch out' line with increasing dread, to Billy's absolute glee.

"We need a bigger garland and the Gävle goat is too close to the Santa and..."

He can't finish the sentence, Billy's hand goes to his waist and he uses Michael's momentum to turn him with his back against the wall, crowding him there.

"Hi genius boy." Billy's body is flushed against Michael's, one hand pushing Michael's glasses over his head, the other bent against the wall, caging the other man there. "Hi Billy." Michael can feel his cock swell at Billy's blatant display of strength; it shouldn't turn him on the way it does, but he's discovered things about himself since he's fallen for Billy, things he's appreciating as the days pass.

The kiss makes Michael's knees tremble, his hands go to Billy's arms to keep himself steady, his mouth already slack, tongue playing with Billy's, filthy moans escaping from their interlocked lips. When Billy grounds his semi-hard cock against Michael's, the Oxford's math genius knows he's done for.

"You coming?" Billy asks, lips worrying the side of Michael's neck left free by his hideous Christmas jumper. "Let me finish here and I'm all yours." As turned on as you are by your lovers's antics, you need to finish, without Michael in your way.

Billy is strong, stronger than Michael is, but he can't throw him over his shoulder, he can only kiss him with ferocity, as he backs him to the bedroom, hands under the jumper, nails raking down his fair skin.

Michael grabs Billy's loose joggers, the two of them almost falling as they slide down Billy's long legs, followed by his boxers, to reveal his, now, fully hard cock, Michael's hand already jacking him with fast motions that make Billy's head spin.

They leave a trail of clothes in their hunger for one another, Michael falls on the bed, legs spread and already on Billy's large shoulders, Billy's tongue licking a fat stripe on Michael's engorged cock, the tip of his tongue licking the cock head like he would a ice cream, his hands on Michael's hips to keep him still, his body deaf to the pain of Michael's heels digging in his back when he deep throats his cock, his muscles tight around the engorged member, Michael's back bowing, hands in Billy's hair, scratching his scalp, pulling at his locks, mewls and whimpers spilling from his parted lips.

Michael wails when Billy's mouth leaves his cock, he was almost ready to come!!!

"Do you want to turn around or lie on your back?"

Michael eyesight is not good enough to see Billy in the dark, without his glasses, but he can imagine the hunger on his lover's face, the slightly reddened skin around his mouth.

"On my back." He manages to say, scrambling back to lie in the middle of the bed. "Great choice." Billy's voice is dark with desire, his pupils enlarged.

He stalks towards Michael, whose legs are already spread, hips pumping against nothing. Thankfully the lube is under the pillow and Billy can pour a liberal amount on Michael's hole, fingers following immediately to prepare him, body pressed on Michael's, lips devouring one another's as his fingers scissor and fuck against Michael's prostate, until he keens, hand curling around his cock to stop himself from coming too soon.

Both men whimper and moan when Billy's cock breaches Michael, slow and deep pushes to open his tight hole, until Billy can feel his lover's muscles giving up, accepting his invasion. It's only in that moment that Billy pulls Michael's legs over his shoulders, folding his long body to start rutting inside of him hard and fast, whimpers and screams music to his ears, spurring him on to fuck Michael even faster, aiming mercilessly for his prostate, reveling in the way Michael's muscles curl around his cock and he has to pump harder, hand around Michael's straining cock, him babbling, his orgasm cresting and cresting, Billy's whimpers spurring him on, until Michael's body bows, ropes and ropes of cum spurting from his cock, Billy following him with a long whimper, hips fucking him sloppily, until he falls next to him, breathless.

You find them on the bed, Billy's head on Michael's chest, the picture of debauchery and, if possible, your cunt is even wetter, their moans and whimpers loud enough to cover the music, making you rush through the last decorations, so that you can join them.

"Love?" Michael's voice is strained from having screamed so much. "Yes?" You answer, absentmindedly. "We need to space the ornaments better on the tree." "Oh bollocks!" Billy swears, arms covering his eyes.

You throw your panties in their general direction, before removing your jumper and socks. You saunter to the bed, right where Michael is laying, still droning about all the Christmas trinkets in the flat.

"Michael?" He owlishly stares at you, eyes not truly focusing without his glasses, as you straddle his face. "Put that tongue, and mouth, to a better use, will you?"

Cringefail throuple taglist: @fan-goddess

[dabiensworld]

Spare key

Kastle Exchange May 26th, "What Could Be" The first thing they say to each other in Daredevil: Born Again/AU day

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Part 1 of my vision of how the pilot episode would looks like from Karen's POV. Further parts will be a direct continuation.

“Did you plan to sneak out?” She heard a voice behind her back and the sound of bare feet on her floor. Was sure she would be able to get ready before he exited the shower. Her mind didn't register the moment the water stopped running. Maybe she got used to his presence here, in her apartment and personal space. 

“I can't sneak out of my own home, Frank.” Karen opened her cosmetic bag and she pulled out a nude lipstick. She looked in the mirror and saw in the reflection bare chested Frank with his skin glowing from water droplets and a towel around his waist. The sight was unbelievable, and yet it looked so normal that Karen couldn't believe it. 

“You should have waited for me, otherwise you would have locked me in your house.” 

“You know where the spare key is.” Karen pointed to a coconut bowl next to her door, where she keeps all her little stuff, including car keys and spare keys. Frank took them multiple times and everytime she found them inside the bowl. She hoped that one day she would find the bowl empty. She continued to watch in the mirror as Frank finished drying his body and putting on his pants. He noticed that she was glancing at him because he stood behind her and placed his hands on her hips, began to place kisses just behind her ear, along her hairline. That simple gesture warmed her from toes to head, but he could feel that something was on her mind. 

“You’re not in the mood. Didn't you get enough sleep?” As if he himself wasn't the reason for her sleep deprivation. He moved his head to look at her from a distance and look into her eyes, but for some reason she avoided his gaze. 

“What’s the matter?” He asked worriedly. She sighed and handed him her smartphone. 

“New York mayoral elections. Experts predict a landslide win for Wilson Fisk.” Frank read aloud. “Is that what you are worried about?”

“This is making me angry. Fisk ruined so many lives, killed so many people. I can’t believe that he walks freely around the city as if nothing had happened and now people want him to rule the entire city when he should be rotting in prison.”

“Well, I've killed people too and I walk freely around the city.” Frank said. 

“Yes, but you're not running for mayor of New York.” She was amused by her own joke, and their laughter echoed off the walls of her apartment. Karen liked the sound of his laugh. A low, but at the same time a little boyish. She turned her back to him so he wouldn't see her cheeks flushing. 

“If people elect him as mayor, it means that New York has a short memory after all.” Frank finished dressing, putting on a shirt. Karen noticed that he wasn't wearing the clothes he wore yesterday. Instead, he put on the one that Karen had washed a few days ago and put clean on the bottom shelf of her closet.

“Speaking of short memories of New York City, people don't remember The Punisher anymore, you don't have to hide behind that beard anymore.” 

“Why? You don’t like my beard?“ He looked at her and for the first time today their eyes met. 

“I hate it.” Karen replied in a slightly flirtatious tone. Frank grew a beard again, although this time it didn't look like it did when he picked it up on the street. On the contrary, his beard and hair were well-groomed and evenly trimmed. He looked very handsome, but Karen preferred his clean face. The beard was a bit in the way when he ate her out. 

“Karen, you may have noticed that the faucet in your shower is leaking.” Frank changed the topic of conversation.

“I know, I already reported it to the building administrator two weeks ago.” she answered while putting the rest of her makeup supplies into her bag. 

“I can fix it for you, I'll bring the tools. You won't have to wait for the administration to do something about it and…”

“You are doing this again, aren't you?” She interrupted him. 

“Doing what again?” His tone sounded surprised, as if he didn't know what she meant.

“You are looking for… excuses.”

“Excuses?”

“To come here. To…hang out with me.” She hadn't considered whether that was a good synonym for having sex, but saying it out loud would outline what they really meant to each other, and they had persistently avoided the topic.

They started sleeping together 15 months ago. Although the first night they only slept. Karen was terrified that once again someone was trying to kill her and she asked Frank to stay with her because she didn't want to be alone that night. She no longer remembered who wanted to hurt her, but she remembered the feel of his arms as they wrapped around her body, the warmth of his breath that tickled her neck, and the scent of the soap he used, soothing yet chemical. For a moment she felt happy, but that moment was fleeting, when she woke up in the morning in an empty bed, her heart broke.

Frank returned to her life 6 months later, although she had the impression that he had been lurking on the outskirts of her life, waiting for the opportune moment when Karen would need him. When one of Nelson, Murdock & Page's former clients publicly threatened her with death, Frank did not hesitate for a moment and eliminated it. Although the police ruled it a suicide, Karen saw her own. But for some reason Frank was avoiding her, so she decided to use the only way she knew he wouldn't be able to resist.  

She bought white flowers. She put them in her window. She waited. He showed up the same night. 

“I thought you needed help.” he said with a disappointing tone in his voice.

“I don't need help from you, I need answers.” 

But he made her wait a long time that night. Her bottle of wine was almost empty when he came, but without it she wouldn't have had the courage to push him until his back hit the wall and kissed him. Frank didn't seem like the type to hesitate, but Karen knew that he was surprised when she placed her hands on his body. But he finally gave in and embraced her and kissed her back. He did this all night long. Neither of them thought about what would happen in the morning. And when morning came Karen just let him go. She heard him waking up and getting ready, but she pretended to sleep.  She didn't feel the pain in her heart like last time. She felt that he would come back to her. 

And he came back, a few weeks later. She had the best night of her life with him again. He touched her and kissed her the way she liked, as if he knew her body and did it every day. She wanted him to do this. But morning came and Frank disappeared. And then he came back and disappeared again. Months of separation turned into weeks, and weeks into days. Frank always came back, but he always needed an excuse to do so.

Suddenly, various appliances in her apartment needed repairs, even though they had previously worked perfectly. Whenever something bad happened in Hell's Kitchen, he would stop by to check if she was okay. He insisted that she change the door locks and he did it himself. 

Only once did he show up at her door without any excuse, even though he actually had one. He bought a Springsteen album at a pawn shop and wanted to listen to it with her. It wasn't Karen's vibe, but it was nice, listening to the music with their fingers intertwined, feeling the warmth of his body, and his foot gently rubbing against her leg. Karen closed her eyes and wanted to live like this until the end of the world. With the man she loved. She was in love with Frank Castle. Did she have the courage to say it aloud? Saying it out loud could change everything between them. Their relationship was not limited only to carnal pleasures, they also had many hours of deep conversations. About Karen's past, about Frank's past, about the present, but they never touched on the topic of the future, especially the one that could be theirs together. 

For a long time, Karen was happy with what she had, but she knew it was only temporary. Because the world started to notice that she was happy. At least Matt and Foggy noticed. And they started asking questions. And she couldn't answer it. Because no one would understand the feelings she has for Frank. She didn't fully understand it either. And she guessed he did too. They were stuck in this state of limbo, in their bubble that was limited to the walls of her apartment. They felt good there, but she felt like she needed something more. Perhaps some confirmation that Frank would be there when she got home from work and wouldn't be gone when she opened her eyes in the morning. She spent days trying to get herself together to talk to him about it, but each time she was overcome with the thought that she would lose him. She started looking for excuses for herself, leaving the house earlier, before he woke up.

And that morning, egged on by all this information about Fisk, she decided she had to break through. It's ride or die. Alone or with him by her side.

“Listen, Frank. I really like your presence here. And I want you to know that you are always welcome here.” she started.

“But…?” 

“There is no but Frank. But if you have any doubts about it. I think we should talk about it. With sincerity.” They were always honest with each other. It was the unwritten rule between them, since the day they met. But the silence and understatements  were part of dishonesty and in their relationship there's no place for it. 

Frank didn't say a word or look at her, and Karen didn't know what that meant. Sometimes she felt like she knew him inside and out and could guess his every thought, and sometimes he was still a mystery to her that she wanted to solve. 

“Can we talk about it? Tonight?” She asked with with a trembling voice. Karen wasn't afraid of difficult conversations, she was afraid of those whose consequences she couldn't predict.  

Frank shook his head  and without looking up at her, he said “Yeah, we can talk.” 

She didn't feel a huge weight lift from her heart, but his agreement made her feel better. 

“What time will you be available? I'll order us something to eat.” 

“I finish at 8, won't that be too late?” Frank has been back to work in construction for a few months now and she thought he even liked it. With something to keep his mind and body occupied, Frank wasn't buried in own miserable thoughts. He got sense of purpose. 

“No, I'm going out for a drink with Matt and Foggy after work, so I'll be home around 9. I'll order some Chinese, we'll have dinner and talk. Does it fit you?” 

“Yeah, Chinese sounds fine.” he answered. 

“Great.” Before he had a chance to say something more she grabbed her purse, her phone and key. 

“I'll see you at nine. Have a nice day.” She kissed his cheek and led to the door. Before she closed them she noticed he reached the coconut bowl. 

Karen slowly began to develop a scenario in her head of what she would say to Frank and tried to anticipate what his responses would be. She couldn't have predicted that they wouldn't be able to have this conversation that night because the life she knew would end at Josie's bar. 

[altschmerzes]

So, i just saw a post that showed a young Phil Dunster (buddyjuststop/729422574417854464/ok-but-consider-vvv-this-is-phil-dunster-when-he) and it got me thinking of your baby jamie au and how you perceive him. What hair styles doe he have, is he still walnut mist? Does he keep it natural, is it short? Does he have head bands?What does he wear? Obvsly,He's not flashy like canon, is he low key teen angst? Does he secretly have a roy shirt? I need your views please.

YEAH IVE SEEN THAT PICTURE it breaks my brain a little bit bc that'd be about ~3-ish years older than jamie is when wriggle up on dry land starts. i had a similar brain-breaking experience when my little cousin's family was in town with his soccer team of 15 year olds and i was sitting there watching them play periodically being struck by like 'oh my gd they're jamie's age in the baby jamie au..... this is nuts'

this is such a fascinating question thank you!! it's interesting bc i often don't like. picture characters much, i skew pretty hard into aphantasia. i can't like. i do not have Images in my head generally. i CAN conjure images but they're extremely brief, often vague, change without my intention, and are very hard to hang onto, even when i'm actively gripping them in both hands. so it's often difficult for me to describe things, or remember to describe things. it's something i've been working on! every bit of visual description in my writing is there bc i worked very hard to make sure there was some there.

THAT SAID. i do have thoughts on this. i think his hair at the moment is its natural colour and about the length it is in season 1! he doesn't do much with it yet, at least not most days, though he's picky about how it looks. a lot of his style is very muted and subdued, the way we saw it get when he went back to manchester - a lot of black and grey and white. this is impacted both by the fact that he lives at home with his father and isn't really in a situation where he can express himself in his personal presentation, and because he's got extremely limited spending money. given that he wears a uniform to school and has a work jacket he wears at work, he doesn't often have a lot of say in what he wears either. lot of hoodies, outside of work and school. Typical Teen Garb.

(he has a tendency towards borrowing things from his kidgang friends. they made fun of him for it a bit at first and then noticed he immediately stopped doing it, and that felt weird and a bit sad, so they simply don't bring it up now. slowly, he started doing it again, and now like. a quarter of his regularly worn shirts and jackets are things that don't actually belong to him.)

one of the main points of individuality and personality he has in the way he dresses and presents himself is his shoes. he's got battered old converse style sneakers that he loves and has doodled all over the rubber strip of - stars, as mentioned in his intro in the fic. and he has brightly coloured shoelaces that he replaces whenever he finds new ones he likes. they're bright neon yellow now. jamie also doesn't have his ears pierced yet. This Will Be A Plot Point In The Future.

(he 1000% secretly has a roy shirt. probably more than one. he's hidden it away somewhere but he won't get rid of it. he chooses not to think too hard about it.)

[ashwhowrites]

Sup sweets? how are you?

I have an angst/ smut with Steve Harrington.

the reader and Steve being a powerful couple, madly in love with each other. After everything in the upside down, the reader dies and Steve goes insane. He's loosing it. He never realizes that the most important person in his life is dead. He's talking alone, pretending like they're there with him, laughing with em, crying with em, telling them how much he loves em and planning a future with em.

The smut part, a scene in the shower where Steve imagine the reader joins him and they have a passionate love making.

(re-create this Riverdale scene with Steve and the reader pleaseee)

You can use: Fluff/ 20, "I'm so proud of you" and angst/ 34, “You could’ve left! You could’ve run away with me!” if you want to.

Thank you love~

⚠️ character death. This shit is sad

I've never seen Riverdale so I winged the smut

Never proofread, I'll edit later

"you can't have a blue tux Steve. It's a wedding" Y/N scoffed as she crossed off Steve's idea.

"well that's just rude" Steve joked, crossing his arms in a fake glare

"baby you can have a blue tie" she compromised with a smile

Steve agreed to the idea. Smiling as he watched her scramble to put their wedding together.

Steve wasn't sure how he got so lucky. After Nancy he was truly afraid he wasn't going to find anyone. Steve didn't have his shit together, his parents hated him and all he had was Dustin. He wasn't exactly the hottest bachelor. But for some reason she picked him.

They fell in love more and more every day. And Steve couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life by her side. He couldn't wait to wake up next to her every morning, kiss her all day long, and fall asleep with their hearts beating together. He couldn't wait to have a family. Watch her stomach grow as she created their child. The best qualities of them mixed together to make a smaller version of them both. Having a family was all that Steve dreamed of, and he was finally getting his happy ending.

They had a routine, every morning they'd wake up, soft kisses and good mornings shared. Head to the kitchen to share their pot of coffee. Sitting at the counter, shoulder to shoulder, as Y/N took out their wedding planner. Sitting down and discussing their ideas.

After a few hours, they'd make lunch together. Laughing as Steve burned something new every time and she had to rush to save their meal. They'd sit on the front porch, eating together and feeling the warm air. Steve loved to watch the neighborhood kids on their bikes, but he loved the way she watched the kids. She was meant to be a mom and he couldn't wait to make her one.

Once the sun started to set and the kids went inside, the couple would head back inside. She'd clean the dishes, and he'd dry the plates. Singing off key to whatever song was on the radio.

Anytime they got lucky enough and their song played, he'd grab her hand and twirl her in the kitchen. Always saying, "I need to practice for our first dance," he'd close his eyes and imagine her wearing her white dress. Dancing in front of their family and friends. Both dressed in black and white.

This was the girl Steve has been waiting for.

~~

Steve never questioned why he never saw his friends anymore. But he didn't care, he was spending his life with the girl of his dreams. He spent every second, minute, and hour with her. He never got enough of her. Their wedding was months away, and Steve counted down the days. She was going to be a Harrington. Steve finally was being loved by someone and he wanted to be smothered in that love for life.

Steve was humming in the shower, feeling the heat of the water running down his skin. He cleaned the soap off of his arms when he heard the curtain move. Turning his head to see Y/N with a smug smile on her face. Her eyes ranking down his body.

"without me? How rude of you Steve" she teased, a smirk on her face as she reached behind her. Steve's eyes followed as she unzipped her dress. Feeling his cock start to twitch as the dress fell, she was naked underneath. Her perfect skin inches away from him.

"come on in, gorgeous" he smiled, grabbing her hand and allowing her to step in under the water. Her back to him as she put her face under the hot water. Sighing as the water ran over her body. Steve's arms reached around her, trapping her body against his. Moaning instantly when his hard cock rested against her ass.

"Steve please" she whimpered, throwing her head back against his shoulder.

"I got you, baby" he whispered in her ear, his right hand sliding down to her cunt. Two fingers slipping between her lips, and running up and down her clit.

He clenched his eyes as his fingers slipped inside of her, the way she gasped and moaned against him. Her arms reached behind her to tangle her fingers in his hair. Her hips moving against his fingers.

Steve loved being inside of her. It didn't matter if it was his fingers, tongue or his cock. He loved being so close to her, skin on skin, and breathing into each other.

"Steve please, want you to fuck me" she whined into his neck, lips pressing against the skin softly.

Steve slipped out his fingers, sucking them clean. He grabbed her hip and turned her around. Shoving her back against the shower wall. She moaned as she threw her arms over his shoulders.

Steve held her jaw as he kissed her slowly, taking his time to taste her lips and tongue. Groaning as her hands trialed down his stomach, softly tracing the length of his cock.

Steve shivered as her ring scraped slightly against his tip, she slowly jerked the pre cum out of his cock. Smearing it on his tip.

Steve pulled away from the kiss, grabbing her left leg and wrapping it around his waist. Softly pushing his cock inside of her.

It always felt as amazing as the first time. He loved how she took him in, warm, wet and tight. The way she clenched around him and gasped.

"fuck, you always feel so good" he moaned grabbing her left hand and holding it with his against the wall. Loving the way her ring sparkled against the wall.

"oh Steve. Fill me up so fucking good" she whined, her head falling forward, resting against his hairy chest. With his right hand, he grabbed her jaw, forcing her head up

"nah uh. Look at me when I fuck you. Gonna fuck a baby into you. Gonna make us a family" he moaned, eyes staring into hers as she tried to keep them open.

She moaned at his words, nodding as he fucked her faster into the wall.

"fuck yes, make me a mommy Steve. Wanna make you a daddy" she whined out, her right hand running through his hairy chest. Steve wanted to feel every inch of her.

Removing his hand from her jaw to grab her other leg, wrapping it around him. She locked her ankles around him instantly. Both love how it sunk him deeper into her.

"fuck I love you" he moaned, trapping her breath into a heated kiss.

~~

"Y/N! STAY AWAKE" Eddie screamed, cradling the bleeding girl in his arms.

Pressing the dirty cloth against her stomach. Dustin searching for a belt in Eddie's bedroom.

"IS STEVE BACK YET?" Dustin screamed, frankly digging through Eddie's closet as fast as he could

"NO. HE HASN'T DROPPED IN YET" Eddie screamed back. Watching the open portal, praying Steve will make it in time to say goodbye.

Y/N coughed up blood underneath him, her eyes closing and taking longer to open.

"Eddie" she coughed out, her lips trembling.

"I know, he's coming. I swear. He's going to be here" Eddie reassured her, he refused to let this girl die without Steve seeing her one last time.

"I..can't" she moaned out in pain

Dustin raced into the room, throwing Eddie the belt. Crying silently as he looked at her bleeding out

"Y/N please, stay awake okay? Steve is going to be here and make everything better. Stay awake for Steve okay?" Dustin pleaded. Clenching her hand against his. Not caring that she was drenched in blood.

"NANCY NOW" Dustin perked up when he heard Steve's scream.

The boy rushing through the portal, in seconds knocking Eddie out of the way.

Steve's heart stopped, she was barely awake, her breathing was shallow.

"baby?" He choked out. Her face was covered in cuts. Her neck was scratched and her stomach was sliced open. She was covered in dirt and blood from head to toe.

Steve held her left hand against his chest, fear in his body when her hand couldn't grip his back the way it always did does.

"Steve...I'm sorry" she cried, trying her hardest to reach her right hand to his cheek

"shh nothing to be sorry for. It's okay. We are going to go home okay? I'm gonna pick you up and drive you to the hospital" Steve instructed, moving to lift her up until she screamed out in pain.

"Steve! She can't move" Eddie panicked.

"NO! SHE NEEDS HELP MUNSON. HELP ME LIFT HER UP!" Steve screamed.

"Steve, listen to me. This is it. She has to stay here" Robin choked out, her own eyes clouded with tears.

Everyone in the room knew Y/N wasn't going to make it, but Steve refused to listen.

"Dustin. Please. Help me please" Steve cried, looking at the boy

Dustin sobbed as Steve started to break down. Steve's body began to shake as he sobbed.

"dusty. It's her! Please just help me" Steve pleaded. Dustin nodded, moving to grab Y/N's body

"steve. Listen" she croaked out. Steve stopped instantly, looking down at her

"it's okay. Please just kiss me" she whimpered. Steve nodded, moving his nose to be pressed against hers, softly kissing her lips. Their tears mixing together.

"please baby, just stay" he begged

"I can't, but listen to me. I'm so proud of you. The man you became and the man I fell in love with other these years. Thank you for loving me and making me happy until my last moment with you. I'll always love you. Okay? You are never alone Steve Harrington. I'll always be here" she sobbed out. Using every bit of strength to get her words out. Coughing hard as she spit out more blood.

Steve cried and sobbed into her neck.

"I love you so much, you'll always be here. Always" he whispered back.

Steve stayed with her body for hours. Screaming nonsense any time someone tried to move him off. He refused to move.

Hopper cried silently as he dragged Steve off of her, tightening his grip around the boys waist as he began to fight back

"NO. YOU CAN'T TAKE ME AWAY. NO" he sobbed, kicking his way out of Hopper's arms. But failed once his body gave up.

He collapsed to the floor. His body covered in her blood, his lips stained with her for one last time.

Robin cradled him in her arms, Dustin grabbed the engagement ring, and joined in. Handing Steve the ring.

"this way, she's always with you"

~~

If you asked Robin who Y/N was she'd said she was her best friend. Steve's fiance that died tragically In the upside down. Sacrificing herself for Eddie Munson, allowing him the chance to clear his name.

But if you asked Steve, he'd tell you she is the love of his life. She is his fiance and they are planning their wedding together. He'd say she is hoping for a summer wedding with purple flowers. Steve would say she made it out of the upside down. She never died. And he was sick of people telling him that.

If she was dead, how can she be here? How can she be sleeping next to him every night? He can feel her. He can kiss her. He can make love to her. He couldn't do anything of that if she was dead.

~~

After the upside down Steve's world faded in a blur. He doesn't remember much details of that event. It was like his mind deleted any memory of it. He never knew the woman he's been talking to everyday was gone. She was just in his head.

~~

"is he still seeing her?" Robin asked the doctor.

Her sad eyes watching Steve through the glass window, his body chained down to a bed, dressed in white. A poor shell of a body locked down to reality.

"he still believes he's in that house with her. Whenever we talk to him he talks about their new wedding details, he's still very sick. " The doctor explained.

"she's been gone for six months, how long will he continue to believe she's real?" Dustin asked. His heart cracked seeing Steve living in his head. He couldn't grasp that Y/N was dead and wasn't ever coming back.

"I'm not sure. His brain blocks out her death, he doesn't remember the events of the accident. He goes through the same routine every day. He sits in the corner and points to things that aren't there. He dances alone. He talks to her for hours. We are doing the best we can." The doctor said sadly. Allowing the two alone.

Steve Harrington would never be the same.

But to him, he was never alone, because she was always there.