#but they havent lifted a finger to fix it

[healpimp]

ive dreamed the bothosters coming back with even worse bots twice now and every time i woke up like slightly annoyed before realizing some of the bigger bothosters and cheaters have been banned and every effort theyve made has been foiled by Valve and theyve yet to reverse engineer whatever it is Valve is using to gut them with and i start looking like this

[tzuberry]

(cute) things zerobaseone maknae line do as your boyfriend ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა

pairing shen quanrui (ricky), kim gyuvin, park gunwook, han yujin + gn reader⠀⠀⠀details fluff, established relationship, bulletpoint

cw none ⠀⠀⠀wc 410, 418, 505, 462 (1,795 overall)⠀⠀⠀reading time 7 minutes

note HELLOOOO i havent posted a fic since july 15th and that was my first fic ever on this account omg... thank u for all the notes on my other post LIKE i didnt expect so much + thank you for 90 followers!! also i might start writing for tiot and evnne if i have time 🫡 likes are reblogs are appreciated if u can 💟

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ricky 리키

lets you play with his hair

i think ricky is honestly extremely particular with his hair, and especially who gets to touch it

his hair isn’t very visibly damaged despite getting it dyed frequently / basically not having black hair since he was probably fifteen years old (and he’s nineteen now, so that says something) so he has to take good care of it not to have it fried off

there were stories about him during bopeul where they said they always saw him fully ready with perfectly styled hair whenever he left his room, too

like i’m not even kidding he has to care for his hair a whole lot or by now he could’ve been bald i’m sorry

when his friends—mainly gyuvin—try to play with his hair or comb their fingers through it, ricky allows it but is not that pleased because he put effort into styling his hair and doesn’t want it to get messed up

gyuvin jokingly whines a little, but is over it after a few seconds

when ricky started dating you, although he thoroughly knew you and almost all of your habits and mannerisms, he didn’t think you would be into playing with his hair

you’re hanging out, watching a movie at your apartment while your head is rested on his shoulder when he feels your fingers suddenly brush through the strands of his hair

he turns to look at you, partly shocked but also just wondering what you’re planning on doing to his hair

you shrug your shoulders, keeping your eyes on the tv and not minding him one bit

“what are you doing?” he asks, a little amused

he expects you to reply playfully, to exchange banter or something like that

but instead, you say, “your hair is really soft, you know,” as you proceed to curl a portion with your finger acting as the curling iron

ricky quite literally folded that day... now he lets you do whatever you want with his hair

you can braid it, curl it, whatever

he doesn’t mind as long as it’s you, even if he spent nearly an hour fixing it this morning

you’re in a cafe talking to gyuvin and gunwook, sitting at the other side of the table when you lift your arm to twirl ricky’s hair, him not remotely flinching at the contact

gyuvin is pleasantly surprised to witness this sight

“you don’t let me do that,” he sulks, aimed at ricky

your boyfriend scoffs. “you’re not [name].”

gyuvin 규빈

always texts you + makes sure you’ve eaten

okay i think i’ve seen a lot of people say this already idk but i think it’s soooo true

gyuvin texts you excessively

like. about anything

there was one instance when his little brother had a crush on a girl, and gyuvin literally went to you for help and his brother didn’t even have an inkling of what was happening

gyuvin (DO NOT REPLY): [NAME] MY LITTLE BROTHER... is... growing up :(

gyuvin (DO NOT REPLY): he used to be so small i could put him in my pocket and now

yn: what happened???

gyuvin (DO NOT REPLY): he LIKES A GIRL. who told him it was okay to get a girlfriend? at his toddler age??

yn: gyuvin i love you but we started dating when We were his age

and then he continued to ask you for advice on how to help his brother get the girl he liked

there’s more instances of him oversharing his brother’s life with you, but that ends there

he also buys you snacks all the time

even if you don’t want it. even if you verbally, very clearly, straightforwardly tell him you’re not the tiniest bit hungry

he’s basically your mother oml

he makes those little snack baggies for you to take

before you both graduated, gyuvin would bring you lunch. it didn’t just stop at snacks

he would ask his mom to help him cook for you

and he’d make it all cute and stuff like shaping the rice to be your favorite character

he’d pack it to school and give it to you in the morning. omg

mixing those two things together, you get “have you eaten yet” texts all the time

it’s two pm, and you were so stuck while helping a friend that you regrettably forgot to eat lunch. ‘it’s okay,’ you assure yourself, ‘i had a late breakfast’

gyuvin texts you, asking the usual “have you eaten lunch????” and you lie and say yes

and then your phone rings and you know you can’t avoid it anymore because he can see through your voice when you lie

from the speaker of your phone, gyuvin’s voice is unbelievably attractive—but you choose to ignore that fact for now

“[name],” he deadpans. “be honest. have you eaten?”

choosing to accept defeat, you exhale deeply. “no.”

gyuvin suddenly hangs up and only a text is left on your screen

gyuvin (DO NOT REPLY): i’m coming over in. like 30 minutes i have to ask my mom to help me cook

gunwook 건욱

teaches you how to dance

gunwook is SO good at dancing it’s so crazy

i love watching him on stage because he’s the best performer ever. like he seems to genuinely enjoy it and i hope he never loses that love for dancing / singing / rapping

you on the other hand..... you could be good at dancing too, just definitely not as good as gunwook

so whenever your scheduled dates are interrupted by his extracurriculars at school, you decide to tag along with him, if the members of his clubs don’t mind (which they usually don’t)

one of his extracurriculars is the dance team

and most of the time, when your preplanned dates are cancelled because of an extracurricular he has lined up for him, it is almost always dance

so you end up following him to the practice room, silently watching him in the corner so as to not obstruct their view of the mirror by sitting directly in front of them

his eyes light up with the flame of passion you adore so much, and you’re so content that even if your date is cancelled because of this, you’re not annoyed and you still get to indirectly spend some time with him by spectating him as he does what he likes

in the short breaks that he gets, he takes the opportunity to sit beside you on the floor and ask about your day

when the practice session ends, he asks if it’s okay with you if he stays to polish up the routine, to which you say yes and offer to stay with him because everyone else has started to leave

after a while, he grows tired and plops down next to you

gunwook chuckles. “i’m sorry for cancelling our date and making you stay with me.”

“it’s alright, i like watching you dance.” you smile

he abruptly stiffens up, irises reflecting the light, making his eyes glow excitedly. “do i dance well? what do you think?”

you giggle. “you dance very well. a lot better than i can, for sure.”

“mhm, yeah?” he grins widely, and you know what he’s going to do

gunwook jumps up on his feet, extending his hand out to you to help you get up

“you just need a little help.” he nods proudly. “you’re lucky i’m your boyfriend.”

you take his hand, and he leads you to the center of the room and he starts to dance with you ballroom style (???) like the waltz and stuff

he guides your arms over his shoulder to circle his neck, and his hands rest on your waist and then he starts counting, “4... 3... 2... 1... like this,” as he takes a singular step in different directions, encouraging you to mirror his movements

you almost trip, but you tightly cling on to his shoulders before you can fall

gunwook laughs. “enough dancing for today?”

“yes, please,” you agree, letting your body fall forwards into a hug with him

“alright. if you’re not that tired, are you still up for that date?”

yujin 유진

(tries to) initiate / enjoys physical touch

yujin doesn’t seem like his love language is physical touch.... i know gyuvin does it a lot to him and he kinda pretends to not like it but it’s so endearing and i sooo believe he deep down loves it

it’s the same with you, but he’s the one intiating it

he never thought he liked skinship all that much, because he would even jokingly say it pestered him a little at times when gyuvin would dote on him

but when it came to you, and when you first started dating, he was itching to hold your hand

it was so new to him because he never craved for anyone’s physical affection before

all his older friends like gyuvin and gunwook would always just.... initiate skinship for him and he thought he didn’t like it but

suddenly you come along, and you don’t even try to hold his hand

he thought couples were supposed to hold hands?? and hug??

but you’re not budging and it’s so frustrating

while walking you home from school like usual, as you tell him about your day, he tries to gather the courage to intertwine your hands

it doesn’t work, and he’s left with cold hands as he stares at you enter your front door

“next time,” he whispers to no one but the wind

next time comes and still... he’s too nervous to hold your hand

the distance between your palms is less than four inches, and all he has to do is take the leap—besides, nothing could go that wrong. you like him and he likes you

he purposely bumps the back of his hand with yours, but doesn’t actually take your hand in his

he awkwardly rubs his nape, unsure of what to do now

your brows knit together, as you’re now aware of yujin’s weird behavior

“yujin?” you tug on his uniform sleeve. “is something wrong?”

“no! nothing’s wrong,” he quickly denies, “don’t worry about it.”

“okay... can i see your hand, though?” you request, and it successfully confuses him because why do you want to see his hand?

he obliges, giving it to you palm up when you lace your fingers with his

“i’ve noticed you trying to hold my hand since last week,” you say, giggling. “i was waiting for you to do it, but i guess you’re too shy.”

“i’m not that shy,” yujin defends, looking down at your interlocked hands... ‘this is a good feeling,’ he thinks

you nod passively. “it’s fine. it’s one of the reasons why i like you.” you swing both your hands back and forth in the space between you

yujin doesn’t try to retort, only relishing the feeling of your hand in his

skinship isn’t so bad... maybe he could get used to this.

[thelov3lybookworm]

Menace

Summary: She's heartbroken. all it takes to fix a broken heart is a friend who's also a menace.

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A/n: heheh for my baby @garden-of-runar 🥹🥹🥹

i feel like i couldve made this better and i will try my best to improve hehe anyways I HOPE YOU LIKE IT

also was gonna post this tomorrow but i love Runar too much to make her wait and also i havent posted anything in a week so 🤷🏻‍♀️

a treat for everyone ig 🤭

uhhh anyways

ENJOYYYY

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Again. It happened again.

She knew she should not have been surprised, she had expected it even. But it still hurt, the rejection still stung.

And it was all her own fault.

She should have bottled her emotions up. They obviously did not matter to the love of her life, then why should it matter to Y/n?

Locking the door behind her, Y/n silently slipped off her heels, hoping no one was awake as she began tiptoeing towards her room. Slowly, one step at a time, she moved, avoiding the planks she knew creaked, her steps light as she cracked open the door to her room.

The sigh of relief escaped her all too soon, and she regretted letting it out when she turned around to meet two perplexed hazel eyes staring at her.

"Care to explain why you are returning at this hour?"

Something about the tone of the statement irked her, and Y/n straightened, the anger and madness she’d been holding captive till now bursting out.

"I don’t see how it is any of your business." She snapped.

He blinked at her, surprised at the harsh tone. Y/n instantly felt guilty. He was not the reason for her bad mood, and she knew blowing off the steam on him was wrong when he probably was just concerned for her safety.

"I- I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to-"

"Why are you sorry Az?" Y/n grumbled, settling down at the foot of her bed, her face in her hands. "You were just concerned for my safety."

Silence, and then the scuff of a boot, coming closer and closer. She felt him settle down next to her, the slight breeze stirring her hair, the mattress dipping next to her, and then the soft touch on her knee.

"Did something happen?"

She did not speak for a long moment, and then- "You ever been in love, Az?"

From the lack of sound, she knew he did not expect that question, and if she was being honest, neither did she. She just blurted out the first thing that came to her mind, and somehow it was one of the most damning thing she could have said. "Never mind- you don’t have to answer."

But he did.

"I… I have been. Still am."

Y/n separated her fingers to peek through at him. She didn’t know what to say, so she just kept quiet in hopes he would continue as she let her hands fall to her lap.

"She… is the most beautiful person I have ever seen. The most kind hearted, the most adorable female. So helpful, an amazing friend."

Despite being so close to Azriel, being his best friend, Y/n had never realised that he was in love with someone. She hated herself a little for it, feeling like she was a bad friend, but it was not the time to have a self deprecating party, so she turned her attention back to him.

"Have you ever told her?"

He sighed, meeting her eyes. "I was going to tell her today… but that’s not the point. Did something happen tonight?"

Y/n swallowed, knowing he wouldn’t let it go. "I… I told my friend I loved her. She… rejected me. Was quite mean about it too."

He stiffened. "What did she say?"

"That she never wanted to be with me and would never wish to be and all that." She sniffled, flopping back into the plush mattress.

He remained silent for long enough Y/n started to wonder if he had left, but when she lifted her head to peek at him, he looked deep in thought.

Knowing Az, he was plotting something.

And with the way his shadows churned and swirled excitedly, it was not good.

Especially for his victim.

"What are you thinking?"

He glanced at her, a glint in his eyes.

"You up for a friendly outing?"

Oh fuck.

After a bit of contemplation, she offered him a smile. "Maybe…"

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"Az, I think we may have gone a bit far-"

He shushed her, his eyes unmoving from the door.

Specifically, the door to the home Y/n’s one love lived in. Rhea.

She must be coming out any moment, and with every moment that passed, Y/n’s heart raced.

This could go very wrong very fast.

The door swung open, and out stepped Rhea.

Just as she turned to close the door behind her, a bucket of ice cold water emptied on her head, leaving her sputtering and gasping, her head swinging around wildly.

Y/n ducked further away, her heart climbing into her throat, and despite the fear crawling around her veins, a smile broke on her face when Azriel grinned.

Rhea had just opened her mouth to speak, but then a shower of flowers came out of nowhere, sticking to her wet and trembling form.

The ones that she had an allergy to.

It would be nothing serious, but it would keep her awake and sneezing for at least a day.

Y/n obviously felt guilty, but…

It also made her feel light.

Azriel turned to grin at her, and then he grabbed her hand, dragging her away before Rhea could see them.

They could have easily winnowed, sure, but neither of them were thinking as they bolted away, running until their feet screamed in protest, until their lungs heaved, until their throat ran dry.

Until they couldn’t help but stop on the bridge over the Sidra, hands on their knees.

Y/n glanced at the illyrian beside her, panting.

He met her eyes, a boisterous laugh unexpectedly leaving his lips.

After a moment, Y/n couldn’t stop herself from joining in,clutching his shoulder and her stomach as she wheezed.

"You’re a menace, Az." she coughed.

He stared at her, his smile making his face practically glow.

"Only for you, sweetheart."

he started walking again, knowing Y/n would follow.

And she would have, but something made it impossible to move.

Y/n stared at his retreating back, her smile slowly fading.

Soon, he realised she wasn't with him, turning to call her name. she hurried after him, a feeling she was all too familiar with beginning to take root in her stomach.

Sweetheart.

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[k-hotchoisan]

Hey we havent talked in a while. Happy 500!! I choose 18?

18. Be Hongjoong’s cockslut or Have Mingi be your fucktoy?

The way I’ve fallen on my knees because I CANNOT PICK BETWEEN THESE TWO

also HI FELIX ITS BEEN A WHILE (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) hope you’ve been doing well!!!

Nothing beats the way Hongjoong fucks you dumb, but you’re always asking for more

Warnings: smut, pwp, dom!hongjoong, unprotected sex, overstimulation, slight degradation

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff (message me to be in taglist!)

K’s 500: this or that masterlist

“Keep your eyes on me, baby”, Hongjoong’s voice reverberates in your ears, his fingers pressing against your jaw, forcing your gaze to focus on him. He looks down at you with hooded lids, as his cock is sending you throbs of pleasure at every thrust. Your hands gripping against the pillow, trying to resist movement.

“Joong…” you trail off, your eyes losing focus from the pleasure again. He only laughs above you, knowing how easily you unravel from his cock. He adores watching the way your tits bounce when he fucks you into the bed, your legs spread out and twitching, the way you always try to cover your mouth from screaming, the way your eyebrows scrunch, and the way you can barely keep your eyes on him when he fucks you dumb. He knows you cry so much when the both of you fuck, but he also knows you love it when he makes you cry.

Incoherent babbles leave your lips when he lets go of your jaw, and his hand drops to your throat.

“Tell me what you want, baby”, he reminds you, before he grunts at the way your walls squeeze around him.

“Deeper”, you mutter, blinking slowly as your pupils fix onto Hongjoong. “Not enough. Need you deeper.”

He chuckles as he strokes your thighs. You really are his perfect little cockslut—always pretending to act shy when he first stuffs you full with his cock, but he breaks your mind, you become a whining and begging mess, begging for him to go harder, deeper, rougher. Before you were even in that predicament, you were slobbering over his cock, letting him fuck your face with tears streaking down your face and slick just dripping out of your cunt when he moans with his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“You wanna ride me?” He asks, slowing his thrusts. You whimper when he stops and pulls out, momentarily distracted by the way his cock is covered in your cream, before his gaze returns to yours.

“Please. That would feel so good”, you reply, slowly getting up as Hongjoong lifts you with his arms to straddle him as he swaps places with you.

You position yourself comfortably before you have his hard and wet cock in your palm, giving him small strokes. You press the tip of his cock against your entrance, and you slowly sink down onto his cock, your thighs trembling from how much he’s stretching you, even after all that fucking he did when he was on top.

“Oh, that’s it. So fucking deep in you”, he groans, his fingers now applying pressure to your thighs as he gives your ass a tight slap, and you jolt, completely taken aback. You squeak, as his whole cock is buried in your pussy to the hilt. His cockhead presses perfectly against the soft spots in your needy cunt, and it takes all of your strength not to snap your thighs shut from how fucking good it feels. You let yourself rock against his cock, letting his cockhead rub against that pretty spot for a little more before.

“Gonna cum, babe. Fuck, it feels so good.”

“What feels good, baby?” He teases.

“Your cock. Your cock feels so fucking amazing in me. I love it so much”, you sob, letting your orgasm splatter white dots beneath your eyelids as you shake on Hongjoong’s dick. Hongjoong swallows hard as he shifts slightly forward to restrain your hands behind your back with his as he begins fucking you from below, relishing in your loud moans and the sound of wet skin slapping.

His eyes are glued onto you, even when he’s mind is melting from the pleasure, he never breaks his gaze, watching your eyes slowly roll back, your jaw slacken, and then shut as your pussy flutters around his cock, your moans of his name sounding like music into his ears. He wants to record it and play it over and over again whenever he wants to.

“Let it go baby. That’s a good girl”, he murmurs loud enough for you to hear. “My good little girl.”

Hongjoong bites his lip. He’s so fucking close to tipping over as well, especially when your cunt has his cock in a chokehold.

“I’m cumming too, baby. Take it all in okay? Be a good little cockslut for me,” he whispers before he sees white beneath his eyelids too, throwing his head slightly back in bliss as he unloads himself into you, making sure he has every drop stain your plush walls.

[monstrouslyobsessed]

love’s lethal bouquet

concept: in which the floral shop boss is in love with you—and isn’t a human. —momster

—a/n: well i havent posted in ages because of how bad my writers block was :( and i’m vvvvv iffy about this one. this is much more subtle and tamer than my usual too, but at least its something for the valentine’s day?

anyway, ima try and tackle a commission i owe next so please take care yall<3

—tw / tags: gn reader, implied drugging intention, implied teratophilia, implied exophilia, general yandere themes, sfw.

—featured character(s): the floral shop boss / plant monster (implied)

Valentine's Day proves to be one of the busiest days at the floral shop where you work. Breathing in the heady floral scents that permeate the store, you find yourself in continuous motion, assembling bouquets of pink roses, carnations, violets, and every red flower known to man into the van. With your back straining from the constant lifting, you absently listen to the gentle voice of your boss reassuring an irritated customer about their belated delivery—

and you wince.

Although you should be in a rush taking care of the deliveries, you tiptoe inside the back of the shop to avoid interrupting your boss—

But he merely hangs up the phone upon seeing your flustered face.

“S, sorry—” You begin.

He shakes his head with a gentle smile playing on his thinly bearded lips and says, “Don’t worry about it, love.”

The way he addresses you as ‘love’ used to bother you. It always seemed so…formal, old-fashioned, but coming from him—your boss—he somehow makes it work without needing to force the romantic undertone. Perhaps it is because he is on the older side and being a foreigner in this little town of yours.

The town lies deep within the trench of an endless forest, and you wonder how your boss had found his way here.

His arrival several years ago stirred many gossips about him, with him keeping his lips sealed about his past, but everyone slowly warmed up to him. His succulent blooms, never seen before even in the gardening magazines, certainly helped. Now, your boss is a familiar face among the townspeople, with very few not knowing who he is. And, of course, his handsome and charming demeanor won the hearts of many too.

“But I would’ve made the deliveries on time if I didn’t eat brea—” you try.

His piercing green eyes soften as you nervously fixing your rolled sleeves. You halt when he suddenly leans in.

“Boss—?” You rasp at the new weights on your shoulders, trying to pay no mind to the strange dark strains on his thick fingers.

The way he held you was almost…fond—

And he pushes you outside to the doorway. “Go finish the deliveries, won’t you?”

“Really?” You huff, trying to ignore the red tinge to your cheeks and the heavy thumping of your heart.

Your boss smiles that damnable handsome smile of his and pats you on your head, saying, “Get to it. The sooner you finish, the sooner I can give you your little Valentine’s Day bonuses for working so hard.”

While giving his employees gifts during holidays and special events is not new to your boss, you still perk up in eagerness and reward him with the biggest smile you can muster. As you dart away with a confident promise to complete the deliveries, he watches you scurry to the van, inhaling sharply,

“Soon.”

Your boss murmurs, rubbing his knuckle with his other hand—as if to hide the sudden green spot on it. Tiny vines emerge briefly, before he rubs them away and pivots back to his cash register where his impatient customers have started to queue. Flashing them with a dazzling smile to reassure frustrated customers with a wordless apology, your boss absently peers over to his office.

There, on his desk, is the special bouquet he prepared for you and only you.

Imagining you burying your face into the fragrant cluster of your favorite flowers, oblivious to the true intention of its purpose, the toxic drugging qualities meant to lure you into his arms—into his ivies and his binds of vines and creepers—had him biting back a shudder. Restraining himself before the antsy crowd, your boss rings up a customer with an invisible countdown ticking in his head.

A countdown to have you.

The blooms nearby writhe and shudder, with most dismissing it as mere breezes from the air conditioner.

It was not.

—end…?

[greedyhoneyz]

What’s Mine Is Yours — part two

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･pairing: kylian mbappé x reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･synopsis: kylian is a lovesick fool, so when his girlfriend comes to him ranting about a trip she can't afford, what is a man to do but help?

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･cw: none. fluff.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･authors notes: ive been so busy with assignments i havent found the time to write and i also had to deal with writer's block but im back for now. anyways, do you guys think i should include other boys in this series or would you guys prefer i only write about kylian for this short series and make a completely new series?

It was often at times, Kylian found himself a lovesick fool. Strung by her intoxicating scent, her enchanting smiles and her hypnotic gaze. It was her enticement and tender affection for him only, that made him a fool. 

For her, he would do anything. She could have anything she wanted— his heart, his soul, his everything. 

If there were something her gaze lingered on, she would have. If there was something that curled her lips upwards, it was hers. 

While he elevated her status, Kylian liked to believe that she changed his stance on life. There was more to life than the football that stilled under the heel of his boot. 

“Kylian!” (name’s) hearty voice channelled through the long hallways of Kylian’s home, and into his gaming room. 

Peeling off his headset, Kylian swivelled in his chair, his controller fumbling onto his lap. He rolled away from his desk and jeered his head towards his door. 

He rubbed his forehead, his eyebrow raised and watched his door as (name’s) loud footsteps tattered across his hardwood floors. Her faint shadow glinted underneath Kylian’s door before it pushed open. 

The door creaked and groaned, now slightly ajar as (name) peeked her head through. Her eyes scanned across the floor and then the walls before they fixed on Kylian. She squeezed through the doorway, her pink iPad propped against her chest and scampered towards him, propping herself onto his lap. 

Grinning from ear to ear, (name) peered at her boyfriend with a buoyant glint in her eyes whilst Kylian peered down at her inquisitively. 

“Look,” (name) began. She tore her iPad away from her chest and padded her fingers against the screen. It blinked open– her lock screen, a picture of her and her sister before she swiped and urgently padded in her password. Another blink passed, and a white screen glared back up at them. 

“Bikinis?” Kylian spoke slowly as he stared at the screen below him. He raised his arm and inched it towards (name’s) iPad. His hand swept through the screen, as colours of red, white, pink and gold flashed through the reflection of his eyes. “Pourquoi regardes-tu des bikinis?” (Why are you looking at bikinis?)

(name) frowned. “I’m planning on going on vacation, remember? I told you this weeks ago!”

“Avec qui?” (With who?) Kylian’s gaze kept to (name’s) iPad as he padded through her shopping basket. He examined the clothes he knew she had chosen carefully: a couple of bikinis, a sarong and a cover-up dress. 

“With the girls. Who else would I go with?” (name) tutted sharply at Kylian, rolling her eyes. 

“Ne roulez pas des yeux.” (Don’t roll your eyes.) Kylian scolded, he lifted his hand from her iPad and pinched her cheek. 

“Ow!” Feigning a look plagued with pain, (name) clung her hand around Kylian’s wrist and tugged at his hand. 

“Tu ne m'avez pas dit où vous alliez?” (You haven't told me where you’re going?) Kylian asked quietly. He was well aware of where (name) and her friends were planning to go, he just liked the sound of her voice when she said it.  

Kylian stared at (name) closely as she scrunched up her nose and fidgeted in his lap. She chewed on her bottom lip and tapped her nails against the screen of her iPad, replying. “The Bahamas.”

“Avez-vous déjà réservé un hôtel?” (Have you booked a hotel yet?)

(name) shook her head. “Yes— no.”

“Pourquoi pas?” (Why not?)

Letting out a heavy breath, (name) dropped her shoulders. She pressed her back into Kylian’s chest and peered at him, crestfallen. “Les chambres d'hôtel sont très chères ailleurs. Et nous sommes quatre.” (Hotel rooms are very expensive over there. And there’s four of us.)

“Avez-vous acheté des billets d'avion?” (Well, have you bought any plane tickets?) Kylian queried gently. 

“No,” (name) huffed, shaking her head. “Not yet.”

She leered down at her iPad propped against her hand and stared blankly at the bright screen glaring back at her. In her mind, she envisioned herself in the Bahamas, surrounded by her closest friends singing, laughing and dancing, anywhere and everywhere with a wardrobe to match. 

Kylian eyed his girlfriend’s sullen face carefully as her fingers slivered to stroke the ridges of her iPad. No more was his video game his focus because now, his care shifted onto (name). 

The twilight blue sky stood bathed in warm and pure light as the sand, a gentle hue of gold, stretched alongside the seabed. Waves laced across the ocean in a steady rhythm, breathing in the salt brine air. 

Their laughter was so free and pure, and so childish despite their adult years. It came to ears as a flutter and bounce— filled with joy. 

No more did the sullen feeling of defeat pollute their hearts. Nor did the anxiety of the unknown plague their minds. 

The friends, untroubled, ran, skipped and cartwheeled across the beach floor before charging towards the open sea. They swam, weightless above the gentle tide, splashing and squealing like little school girls before returning to shore. 

They stumbled back towards their canopy, drenched in saltwater and reclined under the shade. In arms, their fingers tightly intertwined, they lay on top of one another whistling chants and stories before their joyous gazes succumbed to slumber. One by one they fell, under the gleam of the Caribbean sun, into the jaws of dreamland.

[haetbf]

temporary

pairing - oc!elijah x oc!noah

genre - smut, drabble.

words - 0.7k.

synopsis - elijah is tired of his mom and everything in general, so he uses his boyfriend noah as a stress release, which noah is happily up to do.

warnings - a little bit of overstimulation, implied squirting/cum, dry humping/hunching,

notes - i love my lil ocs of them! it think their relationship is so interesting.

—

"i should be able to fit my arm through this door, stop shutting it" elijah's mom spoke, elijah ignored her. she walked down the hall,

"your mom still doesn't trust me?" noah sat in the beanbag,

"or both of us at this point" elijah sighed, sitting in front of him. he shut the door close with his feet. he sat in noah's lap.

"your mom is down the hall eli" noah said, elijah wrapped his arms around his shoulders.

"dude relax, shes cooking. she aint coming back down here for at least another 25 minutes" he said, noah held his waist.

"is your mom like homophobic?" he asked, elijah shrugged his shoulders. he wasnt sure how to answer that question, his sister was lesbian but their momma didnt really care.

"is this a interview? you asking all these questions" elijah joked, noah stayed quiet.

"i wanna be here with you, we havent seen each other in weeks because my momma" elijah muttered.

eijah laid his head on noah's forehead, his locs brushing up against it.

"alright, i'll stop" noah said, he pulled elijah into a kiss. elijah pulled him closer to him, his hands going through noah's silky hair.

noah pushed elijah down onto his lap, applying pressure to his dick. elijah smiled through the kiss, noah pulled away.

"elijah you gotta get up" he sighed softly, elijah tilted his head at him.

"why? his lips spreads to a smile,

"youre making my dick hard" noah whined, elijah laughed. "its not funny, we cant do this shit in your mom's house" he added.

elijah moved his hips against noah's, he kissed noah's neck.

"baby" noah whinnied softly, elijah hummed in response still biting his neck. noah hands gripped his waist tightly, and lifted the brown-skin man up,  placing him on the bed.

"when the fuck you get so strong? damn" elijah laughed, noah rolled his eyes.

"i've been strong"  noah admitted, elijah laughed

"yeah whatever you say nigga" he pulled noah close to him, noah stared at him.

"im not fucking you in your mom house, eli" noah told him.

"okayy, but we can still hump" elijah laughed, noah pushed the end of elijah shirt up towards his chest. he unbuckled his jeans and let his bulge out,

"and that's all" noah looked at him,

"ite, i got it" elijah nodded, as noah straddled his hips against his hard-on.

elijah could feel him twitch against the fabric, feeling the few drops of pre cum that coated noah's leaky tip.

noah groans, guiding elijah's hips to grind against him, dragging his ass along his hardened dick. the wetness was seeping into both of their boxers—separated from making a huge mess .

elijah moans, rolling his hips for more friction as noah whimpers into his chest.

"noah," he hummed, "i want more," he plead, moving his hips trying to go faster. noah held his hips, slowing him down, his hand placed on his back, his fingers covered with rings brushing against elijah's body.

"hold on eli" noah whines applying more pressure against elijah's cock. he pressed his face into noah's neck, muffled moaning.

"fuck" noah groans, his hips bucking forward. his large hands gripped down on to elijah's hips. "you gonna cum?" he gave the tawny man a muffled moaned.

"cum for me baby." noah cock twitched against his , elijah bit down on his shoulder as he came in boxers , his legs shaking sightly. noah rubbed his thumb against elijah's arm softly,

noah sat elijah on the bed and stood in front of him, he zipped his pants up. elijah fixed his shorts as he looked up at noah.

"you staying for dinner?" elijah asked, noah shook his head.

"i gotta be somewhere in the morning, but i will call you tonight" noah said, he kissed elijah.

"you never wanna stay" elijah muttered, noah pulled him off the bed,

"your mom doesnt want me here eli" noah told him,

his mom bursted through the door, she stood there looking at them both.

"take a shower and come eat" she stared at elijah, he nodded. "use yo words" she told him.

"ite ma" elijah said, she walked out the door; leaving the door open.

"calm down" noah told her, elijah looked at him.

"i havent even say or did anything yet" he said, noah kissed his cheek.

"its only temporary, things will get better" he said as they walked out the bedroom.

[8-bit-fanfic]

I havent listened to the anthology yet iukuk but I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) with whatever side u want as the speaker, I’m choosing Logan, and JANUS

“They shake their heads saying ‘God help her’ when I tell ‘em he’s my man, but your good lord doesn’t need to lift a finger. I can fix him, no really, I can.”

I love morally gray janus and while its clear this song is talking a little heavier on one side, IT WOULD BE FUN

[huffle-puffle]

Dark Humor.

(BTW) There is not dark humor/slight fluff/short story/I don't own image.

Sebastian was sitting on MC bed with books open and pages with notes he lifted his feather quill writing quietly as MC just scribbled doodle on her pages. 

MC sighed bored and slaped her quill on the libary books and flopped backwards on her bed making the books and pages fly around her. 

Sebastion moved the books re propping then up then snatches a page and rested it on the bed.

"Hey what's wrong?"

Her said running his fingers through her hair moving it out of her face.

"I dont think i can keep studying!"

MC cried in agony of boredom. She turend around and flopped on her stomach and buried her face in the bed. 

How about we talk about somthing else. Let's have a break. sebastion suggested as he patently fixed the books and pages again.

MC lifted her head up and spoke up mumbling.

"We can do jokes I guess, some comic relief maybe will help."

Sebastian spoke up giddy and beamed brightly.

"Well I like dark humor."

MC sat up and walked to her dresser and bent over holding her hand next to the candle flame and exhaled as she blew out the candle the room gotten dimmer.

"Wanna hear a joke!"

MC turned around looking at Sebastian. Sebastian had a smile grew across his face ad he laughed and tears rolled down his cheeks.

"I havent told the punch line yet!" 

MC laughed with Sebastian.

[elis-corner]

hi hi! i havent requested before but here goes- i was wondering if you could do a hermitcraft x reader where the reader is just entirely stupid, and just kinda climbs anything and everything. i was hoping they might be a bit younger and their relationship to the hermits is almost a parent/guardian figure thing? thank you!

p.s. could i be snail anon? 🐌🐌

Hey there 🐌! I apologise for the wait, been a bit rough the last few months. I love this idea, and it literally instantly put a cartoony image of some tired hermit with the reader just flung over their shoulder, maybe trying to test how edible their clothing is... Hermits parenting? Absolutely. I could go on and on about Dadsuma. It turned a bit more into a mischievous/childish reader, and climbing became being reckless, but I’ve tried my best. Kids aren’t exactly my strong suit. And I had to break down “Hermitcraft” to specifically a group with an easy dynamic, so I went with Mumbo, Scar, and Grian. Hope that’s alright!

Alright, enough stalling, here it is!

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What Goes Around Comes Around

‘Come on!’ you yell, sprinting ahead of the trio of chaos behind you. You can feel bits of fragile endstone splintering off as your shoes slam against it, sending the fragments tumbling, on occasion floating for a moment before remembering their need to fall.

‘How do you run that fast?’ Mumbo stared at you as your form slowly shrunk on the horizon. ‘The gravity in the End is not normal, and yet you treat it like nothing! And for goodness sake, hold a Totem, y/n.’

‘Because it isn’t. Now hurry up,’ you whine, stopping to face them. ‘The End Cities aren’t going to raid themselves.’

Scar bit into an Elven Kiss, each bite slowly bringing him closer and closer to where you stood waiting. ‘Wait up,’ he chuckled, despite being so out of breath from trying to catch up without any elven assistance. ‘I need to fix my elytra, and we’re already heading in the direction of the enderman farm. Let’s just- stop off there first.’

You reluctantly agree, trudging at a slower pace for the short distance to your detour. ‘Are you done yet? This is taking forever,’ you whined.

‘Alright,’ Grian exclaimed. ‘You can go ahead if you want. We’re going as fast as we can.’

‘But I don’t want to go alone,’ you grumbled. Slowly, you made your way towards the edge of the platform. The void looms below you, a single misstep, and it would envelop you and everything you owned, obliterating so much time and effort, and put you through so much pain. ‘It’s only fun with you guys.’

Grian crossed his arms as he turned to face you again. ‘Well I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to wait don’t do that y/n–.’ But his warning came too late. You leaned backwards, letting the void take you within its grasp. Its icy fingers clawed at your shoulders as you fell further and further into oblivion.

This wasn’t right–the farm was further down than you remembered; you had already fallen too far. You could feel the excruciating pain of the void freezing you, slowly devouring you. Your hands fumbled as you tried to light your rockets to fly out of there and emerge from your joke victorious, but the cold of the void rendered you immobile, and the rockets slipped from your grasp.

You feel a sudden force jolting you upwards, the fabric of your shirt wrapped tightly around your back and sides, and yet not your chest. Your head rolled backwards, and your limbs hung by your sides. Lifting your head with a great effort by your neck, you could make out a small figure with large, vibrant wings, attempting to drag you away from your self-induced demise. Grian tossed you onto the platform, collapsing in a heap beside you.

‘Why do you do this to us,’ he breathed heavily. Despite his hair falling messily in front of his eyes, you could see him staring you down as he bit his lip in order not to say anything more.

‘It was just a bit of fun,’ you defended your actions, ‘and it’s not my fault I fell too far and lost my rockets.’

Mumbo laughed airily in that tone of disbelief usually saved for a certain persky bird. ‘That’s entirely your fault! Whose else would it be?’

You shrug. ‘I dunno… Scar’s, for making us stop here?’

‘Well now, I think that’s a bit of a harsh assumption to put on a poor elf, just tryin’ to make his way in the world!’

You jump to your feet. ‘Doesn’t matter anyway. You done?’

‘Done with what?’

‘Fixing your elytra so we can go!’ You shake your head in misplaced disbelief. ‘I’ll see you guys there.’ You glide towards the Gateway, your own elytra breaking suddenly, damaged from your previous fall. You hit the ground with a thud, white particles exploding around you. Your items scattered everywhere, a few items tumbling off the edge into the Void.

Mumbo choked at the sight. ‘Do we help them, or…?’

Grian laughed and spread his wings. ‘We’ll gather their items and leave them in a shulker box. I’m not waiting any longer. It’s their own fault, and what goes around comes around.’

[wonderlandleighleigh]

okay hear me out: what if gordon had midge guest host for lenny’s interview but plot twist: they havent spoken since carnegie hall

"My next guest is hot off of a run at Carnegie Hall. He's a very funny man with a lot to say, please welcome Lenny Bruce!"

He steps out, and Midge keeps her smile in place, but her head is screaming because she didn't think it was possible for him to look thinner but here he is, four months after Carnegie Hall. She hadn't had a chance to catch him backstage, an if she had, she's not sure she would have been able to stop herself from sitting on him and force feeding him soup.

The applause is big, though as he settles onto the couch next to the desk.

"Look at you," he grins at her, clearly exhausted. "Behind that desk, it looks good on you, Midge."

"Why thank you," Midge grins at him. "Sometimes Gordon gets tired of all the fame and glory so I get to take over."

"Well, he's got good taste in stand-ins," Lenny tells her. "Doesn't he, everyone?"

The audience cheers, and she waves them off.

"We're here to talk about you," Midge reminds him. "You've got a night at the Apollo this coming Saturday."

"Yes, that's very true," Lenny nods. "I figure if people are willing to come and see me in the middle of a terrible blizzard, Harlem isn't such a big ask."

The audience laughs at that, and Midge smiles at him.

"I hear there's another album coming out soon, too," she says. "Are you excited?"

"I am very excited," he tells her, snapping a finger. "It releases in July., and it's all new material."

"Oh, just in time for my birthday," Midge smirks.

"Then I know what to get you already, that's perfect," Lenny teases. "Sign it, wrap it in a bow, send it special delivery to the Upper West Side."

it gets another laugh. He may look tired and thin, but he's with it. He's sharp and on.

"Your set at Carnegie was truly great," Midge tells him. "I was there that night, folks. This man killed. I mean- not literally. He has enough issues with law enforcement. He doesn't need to add to it."

Lenny laughs with the audience. "Yes, well, I was very surprised to be playing to a packed house in the middle of the worst storm in twenty years."

"I bet the Apollo will be just as great," Midge assures him, before turning to the cameras as the assistant director signals for her to wrap it up. "You can see Lenny this Saturday at the Apollo theater, and he is not to be missed. The new album hits shelves in July. As much as I could sit with you here for the next hour, that's a wrap on for tonight. I want to thank Don Rickles for calling me too skinny - such a compliment - as well as Sam Cooke for the incredible music, and Lenny Bruce!"

The audience applauds him and he nods gratefully.

"I'm Mrs. Maisel, you've been wonderful, that's our show, I'm going to go buy this man a sandwich. Thank you and goodnight!"

Once they're wrapped and the microphones are off, Lenny lifts an eyebrow at her.

"You're going to buy me a sandwich?"

Midge lifts an eyebrow back at him, letting her eyes trail over him.

He deflates a little. "Yeah. I know. It's...I know."

"Are you okay?" Midge asks gently as they start to move backstage.

The trepidation on his face makes her take his hand and lead him into her dressing room, closing the door.

"I got-" he stops and looks down, unable to meet her eyes. "I got busted on a narcotics charge," Lenny admits. "And I got thrown into a state-run treatment place. It was unhelpful. In multiple ways."

Midge nods, gazing at him. "So. All is not well."

He finally meets her eyes guiltily.

She takes a breath and squares her shoulders. "There's leftover brisket at my house."

He opens his mouth to respond, and she lifts her hands.

"I'm not trying to fix you," she insists. "Whatever else I feel about you, you're my friend, and I just want to help you."

Lenny swallows and stays silent for a long moment, and Midge gazes at him openly.

Eventually he relents, nodding.

"A little...a little leftover brisket never hurt anybody," he mutters. "Maybe on some bread. With a little horseradish."

She smiles slowly. "You blow any chance of kissing me by eating horseradish."

"...Maybe I'll skip the horseradish tonight," he concedes.

"Get your coat. Papa will be thrilled."

[vikingstoner69]

Law/reader: Good Girl

Fandom;One Piece

Rating:Smut

Pairning: Law/Reader

Honstly this is just pure filth there is very little plot. please be gentle I havent done any anime based fics in a long time. but as always my requests are open. 

You knew you were pushing your luck. He had even wournd you that morning. But you wanted him to lose his steel tight control for once. You loved law you always have ever since you were kids. But sometimes he just needed to let loose and have some fun. You giggle to yourself as you step out of the shower and dried off putting on his oversized hoodie and noting else. 

You knew he was in the lab so you head to the other side of the sub. Law was well known for working way too hard. You open the door and find him looking at a book he looks up when he hears the door open. I

"It's late, you should be sleeping" he says his voice low a gruff form not being used. 

"You know I can't sleep unless you're next to me, besides I'm not even tired" you grin and step till you're behind him and you wrap your arms around him and kiss his neck lightly. 

"I can't sleep now I have too much work to do" he grumbles and you sigh softly and you turn his chair till he is facing you and you straddle him, his hands going to your hips, his hold firm. 

"Oh no, you are done for the night" you smirk and lift up the hoodie you had on exposing your nakedness underneath. 

"Now how am I gonna get work done now" he smirks his hold dragging you on his clothed crotch making you moan and he groans. 

"I have waited long enough" you tell him before you kiss him deeply, making you moan and your hips rock back and forth. 

"Have you been a good girl?" He asks his voice low and rough, the sound making your body tingle. You bite your lip knowing what he was asking and knowing that you broke his rule but you were ready for this. 

"I may have broken a rule" you grin your hips moving on their own at the thoughts that have been running through your mind. His one hand holds your hips still and his other goes around your throat, his Grey eyes warm but hard. 

"Tell me" he growls, his tone makes you shiver. You knew what you was in for and you couldn't wait. 

"I got myself off without" you tell him the smack to your ass makes you jump and moan, making him chuckle.

"Such a bad girl, I think you should make it up to me" he smirks, you bite your lip he brings his fingers to your mouth and you let your lip go. Law brings his thumb to your mouth and you moan as you suck on his finger. You pull off with a loud pop. 

"I can feel how hard you are" you moan and rock your hips on his lap. He groans and makes you grind down harder. 

"If there is something you want kitten, you'll have to earn it" he smirks, making you grin and you slide off his lap onto the floor in front of him. You look up at him and reach to undo his pants letting his hard cock free. You loved to suck his cock as much as he loved watching you suck him off. 

"I have been thinking about this all day" you grin as you grab his cock stroking him a few times before licking his balls to tip making him groan and he grabs your head. 

"Fuck don't tease me" he groans as you suck him down deeper moaning at at his taste. You suck him deep down your throat gagging a bit. You didnt mind tho you loved gaging on his hard cock. He groans and holds your head still and fucks your face “fuck baby! You suck my cock so well” he groans and you moan your cunt throbing at his words at the tone of his voice. You knew he was close by the way his breathing had changed Laws whole body tensed and with a low groan his cum fills up your mouth and thorat and you happly sollow everything he had to give you pulling off with a pop you look up at him. 

“I love the way you taste” You grin making him smirk he gives you his hand and you take it standing on shaky legs he grings and fixes his legs so you are leaning over his knee. 

“Are you ready?” he grins stroking you soft skin making you shiver. Law grabs your round ass cheek. From the way you were leaning over he could see how soaked you were for him. 

“Yes” you say and await his hand on your skin. The first smack is always the one that shocks you the most. You knew it was coming, you just didn't know when. His hand on your skin makes you moan and jerk a bit as he smacks your ass.  After he smacks your ass a few times he rubs the spot. At this point your so wet it's driving down your legs.

"Good girl, giving you your punishment made me hungry, come sit on my face" he smirks and lays on his back his tan skin and dark tattoos gave off a soft glow and the light made his Grey eyes burn a melted silver. 

"I need you" you whine your cunt clenching around nothing. He chuckles and lays flat on his back. 

"Come on, I'm hungry" he smirks and licks his lips. You kiss and nip up his body. 

"Okay but first I want to trace your tattoos with my tongue" you grin and nip his pelvic bone as you start on the way up. 

"And you call me a tease" he grunts and you giggle as you reach his lips and kiss him deeply moaning and getting lost in his kiss nipping his lip making him growl. My naked body rubbed against his, making you both groan in the kiss. You straddle his head and his hands go to your hips bringing your cunt to his mouth making you moan and gasp. 

"Oh fuck! Law!" You moan, grabbing your own tits and grinding your cunt on his face making your toes curl. Your hips rocking on his mouth and his teeth latch onto your clit and you cum hard on his face. You lay on your back trying to catch your breath and law rolls ontop of you. 

"I can't wait to bury my cock so deep inside you" he growls into your neck making you shiver. Your hand run through his hair to the back of his neck and you pull him down for a deep kiss. Law grinds his hard cock against your soaked center making you moan in the kiss. 

"Fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me so hard I can't leave the bed after" your words made his cock twitch and he growls. 

"Careful kitten you don't know what you're asking for" he growls his eyes on fire with lust. You knew what you were asking for. You wanted him, all of him. 

"Yes I do, trust me" you say stroking his face softly. You run your fingers over his lips and he nips them. 

"This has noting to do with trust, I could really hurt you if not careful" he says, kissing your neck and then looking you in the eyes. 

"I trust you, please" you beg and thrust your hips up and the tip slips in. Law growls and thrusts forward and you cry out at being so full, your nails leaving marks in his back making him snarl. 

"Your so fucking tight" he growls as he starts a hard fast pace. He was fucking you so hard the bed was shaking and you just knew where his hands held you there would be sweet bruises. 

"You fuck me so good!" You moan tightening around him. He snarls and slams into you hard and deep. Without a word he pulls out making you whine and he flips you on your hands and knees smacking your ass before thrusting back in. 

"Fuck good girl, push your ass back!" He groans as you slam back, meeting him thrust for thrust. You were moaning and screaming for him you just knew everyone would hear. 

"Fuck they will hear" you moan as he grabs your hair pulling your head back and driving even harder then before. 

"Let them, let them hear how good I fuck you" he growls in your ear before he bites it. His body felt like it wss on fire on your back as he fucked you, using you however he wanted. 

"Please" you beg, needing to feel his hand on your throat. 

"Please what? Does my cum slut want something?" He asks, each thrust going harder with each word. You moan and bite your lip but cry out when he smacks your ass making you cry out. 

"Choke me!" You cry out as he smacks your ass again making you moan. Laws hand goes around your throat giving just a bit of pressure making your eyes roll back in pleasure. 

"Is this what my good little slut wanted?" He growls changing his speed once again. 

"Yes! Please I'm so close" you moan and beg feeling your peak getting closer and closer. You could feel law was close to. 

"Cum on my cock" he growls putting even more pressure on your throat and you are sent over the edge. You scream out his name as you cum taking law with you. Law cums deep inside you with a grunt of your name. He kisses your neck and flops on his back taking deep breaths. 

"Honstly way better then what I came up with" you grin and look over at him and he chuckles. You lay your head on his chest and he runs his fingers down your back making you shiver. 

"I never said I was done with you" he smirks and you look up at him. 

"Really?" You grin and he grabs your throat and kisses you deeply.

"You can still move," he smirks, biting your lip. You could feel your cunt clench. 

"Oh? And what did you have in mind?" You ask leaning up on your arm to look down at him. Law says noting only holds up his hand 

"Room" 

[shinsukesgf]

BAD IDEA.

issei gives you a punishment for being a brat— one that you weren’t so familiar with.

↳ includes : mean dom!issei to soft dom!issei, daddy kink, sorta bratty reader, heavy degradation, humiliation, face slapping, slight choking, breeding, squirting, use of the word cunny

a/n : this umm kinda bad imo bcs i havent written smut in ages so pls bare with me !!! T_T

You made the horrible mistake of being a brat, to try to get under Issei’s skin and on his nerves just for the sake of it. You knew how he was when he gets riled up, fingers twitching, teeth grinding & a cold smile pulled on his lips. Admittedly, you realised that this little plan of yours was very risky however the thought of seeing Issei in that state made all of your concerns float away.

Maybe it was the way you were just so touchy and feeling up Oikawa like that during the group’s gathering tonight. Or maybe it was the way you clearly let Hanamaki look at your body with a lust filled gaze, practically eye fucking you. Perhaps it was you complimenting Iwaizumi, going on about how muscular he’s gotten & how he’s just oh so strong. well it was one of these reasons— maybe even all of them— that led Issei reach his tipping point.

“Get up, you brat. We’re fucking leaving,” he spat out, bruising your wrist as he dragged you out and to the car. The voices of his friends go unlistened, them telling him to calm down & to stay for just a little longer. He could give two shits about what they think, after all they contributed to this little problem at hand. He’s gonna take you back home and teach you how to be a good girl like he always does, end of discussion.

“You think that was funny? Messing around with my friends right in front of my face, huh— being a fucking brat,” He spoke once you two were finally in the privacy of your home. That tone, he was using that tone of voice he only uses when you seriously fucked up and when he reached his limit, which was not often. You’d be a liar if you said you weren’t afraid of him but you couldn’t help getting aroused & pressing your legs together at the sight of Issei like this.

“I asked you a fucking quesion, whore.” The sound of his large hands hitting against your face echoed around the room. Naturally, tears filled your eyes as your face continued to sting from his slap. “No, daddy. I’m sorry for being a brat. I'll be better next time, I promise. Please forgive me,” It was purely embarrassing how quick you were to fall into submission for Issei but nonetheless, you always did.

“Ngaw come on, don’t tell me you’ve given up that easily. Where’s that confidence of yours you had back then? You were brave enough to piss me off, now you aren’t brave enough to even look me, doll” His laughter could be heard from above you, your teary eyes fixed on the ground— too afraid of looking him in the eye. “I- I’ll be good for you now, daddy. Please just forgive me.” You could hear how pathetic you sounded like in your own ears, Issei must’ve thought the same.

You felt his fingers on your chin as he lifted your face to get a good look at you— tears damping your warm cheeks and lips shaking & quivering as you looked into his dark and intimidating gaze. A smile stretched on his lips while he was enjoying the sight before him. You were always so pliant and innocent— so easy to get you on your knees for him. “I’ll only forgive you if you take your punishment well, how ‘bout that hm?” He wasn’t asking, it was more of a statement.

Your eyes followed Issei’s figure as he took a seat at the study desk in your shared room with all the composure in the world. He flipped a notebook open until he found a blank page and got ready a pen, as if he was ready to study and wasn’t calling you whore mere moments ago. “My lap. Now,” You quickly scurried to him, still afraid to disobey him. He had you face the desk while your back was flush against his strong chest, your waist held tight by his arms as well.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, You’re gonna write down for me I’ll never be a brat ever again while I fuck your cunt and you’ll only stop when I cum. If you stop writing without my permission, I’ll stop as well. Got it?” You dumbly nodded your head as a response. “Good girl,” Your heart fluttered in your chest even from the simplest praise from Issei.

Issei freed his hard and leaking cock from his pants and pulled your soaked panties off. Moans erupted from you as he sank you down on his cock, stretching that cunny of yours open. No matter how many times Issei fucked you, his cock was always a struggle to take in. Your cunny burned as Issei pushed more of his cock into you, stuffing you to the brim as he finally bottoms out. You held onto the desire to immediately start bouncing up and down on his cock, already wanting him to ruin your insides.

And in that split second, Issei let go of everything he was holding back on and let loose. He instantly started fucking you with much vigor, wanting to release all his pent up frustration from the day. Your fingers were turning white from how tightly you were holding onto the pen— trying to stay focused and write down the lines Issei told you to. Oh but the way his cock was filling you up, hitting all your sweet spots with every thrust was too addictive— you were moaning like a bitch in heat.

“Write down those fucking lines, slut,” His hand striked against your face to get your attention. You really wanted to but you couldn’t function with the way your cunny was getting abused by Issei. You barely managed to write down the first line, hardly intelligible with your messy handwriting. Grunts and soft moans could be heard coming from Issei as he humps your cunny— practically using you like a sex doll to satisfy his needs and only his. But you loved it, you loved every single second of this. That's when you feel Issei's thrust come to a halt, completely stopping.

“Stupid bitch. I told you I'd stop if you stopped writing. It looks like you’re not even trying, whore,” He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled on it, arching your back. You mutter out apologies and began writing again, just desperate for him to start moving again— cunny clenching and fluttering around him.

“Dumb brat. You only think with this cunt of yours, don’t you? Whoring yourself out to my friends like that. You don’t even deserve my cock in you,” His cock was splitting you open once again— the tip hitting your cervix with each thrust.

“Say it, say you’re nothing but a cockhungry brat,” Issei’s hand snaked to your throat, giving it a tight squeeze. “I’m nothing but a cockhungry brat, daddy!” You used whatever energy you had left to obey his request. That familiar coil in your stomach was growing, you were close to cumming, oh so close. Issei's thighs burned as you digged your fingernails into them, leaving crescent shaped marks on them.

“Close to cumming already huh? Such an easy bitch. Beg for it,”

“Pleasepleaseplease I needa cum d-daddy. Need it so bad p-please let me,”

“Go ahead, baby. I want you to make a mess on me,”

And with that you fall over the edge and gushed all over his lap, embarrassingly soaking him with your cum. Trembling and shaking, you stayed there on Issei's lap— chest heaving up and down as you gasp for air to steady yourself. His fingers comb through your hair, lips leaving small & soft kisses on your neck & collarbones. “Always such a good girl for me,” He muses, you could hear the smile in his voice.

His kisses on your neck become more harsh and passionate— desperate for something more. “You gonna let me fill you up real nice with my cum, yeah?” Meekly nodding, you gave Issei the green light to continue.

He started humping your tight cunt again, this time with more affection and feeling. He loved hearing you squeal and tremble as he fucked you— you always made the prettiest noises.

“Daddy’s gonna fill this cunny of yours with my cum. I’m gonna breed you and stuff my cum deep inside of you,” He moaned out against your skin as he got closer and closer to his release.

“Please daddy, breed me. Want your cum in me, please,”

Issei grunts and curses as he shoots his load into you, his warm cum filling your cunt up. Shivers run down as he feels your tight cunny clenching and squeezing around him. He pulled you closer to him— chin on your shoulder and arms wrapped securely around your waist.

“I wasn't too harsh on you, was I?” He mutters out, almost breathlessly.

“Not at all, Issei. It was perfect, really,”

“Hmm I’m glad then,”

“Sorry for acting up. You know I love you only, right?”

“I love you too, princess,”

[ayyezhongli]

Asmodeus x virgin Reader Pool Sex?

Warnings: Uhm regular sex ig. Its not really that kinky.

"Asmo stop staring your making me feel insecure!"

You said pressing your legs together. "Mmm you don't need to be insecure with me babe. I love every part of you. You're scars make you beautiful."

You blushed and only squeezed ur legs together as he approached you. He moved a strand out of your face and cupped your chin in his hand. He moved over and gave you a passionate kiss leaving you breathless, gasping for air but still wanting more.

"Fuck Asmo, kiss me more." You said going n for another kiss and he happily obliged. His hands started moving to places it shouldnt be causing you to moan into the kiss. His hand started to play with the hem of ur bikini bottoms occasionally dipping in further.

"Asmo...." You moaned out still kissing him.

"I wanna fuck you in that bikini so badly but i wanna go to the pool." His finger went down further giving a rub at ur clit making ur legs tremble.

"Mmm" Getting an idea you smirked and placed your hand on top of his stopping his. "Maybe later babe." You said grinning.

"Aww MC but i wanna fuck you nowwww" He pouted.

You giggled wanting to tease him more but couldnt because of the time.

"Lets go honey....."

You knew he loved it when you called him honey. Something about it made him just submit. You grabbed his hand and he blushed.

"Fine whatever" He said and huffed.

To think that your precious little Cinnabun can be so dominant when he wants to. About an hour later you arrived at the pool and set your stuff down.

"CANONBALL!" you said and jumped inside.

Asmo followed after you and smiling and laughing. His bangs covering his eyes.

"No my hair is ruined!" He whined trying to fix it.

You laughed and he pouted. You swam closer to him and moved the bangs out of his face.

"You still look so cute honey."

He blushed and only nodded. Your lips were inches away from touching and he took charge showing his lips against yours passionately and needingly. He then slid a hand down the bikini bottoms. You moaned and he slowly removed your pants causing you to press your legs together.

"Asmo wait..."

"What is it princess?"

"I dont know about this....we've never..."

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course."

"Then let this be our first time."

You nodded and tugged at his pants telling him to take them out without anyone words. He happily obliged and lifted you up wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Ready?" He said caressing your cheek.

You nodded as he slowly lowered you down onto his cock. The pain. It was painful. The tears ran down your face. Asmo bit his lip holding back the urge to thrust up into you so fast and hard but he gave you time to adjust until you gave the ok for him to start moving.

Once he started, all the pain started to drift away leaving nothing but pure pleasure.

"Asmo fuck! You feel so good!"

"Same princess." His trusts became faster and it all felt too good.

"Asmo I'm close" You said as he started thrusting so fast and hard hitting all the right spots.

"C-cumming!" You screamed.

"Shit me too princess!!" And you came together panting heavy.

"Fuck why havent we done this before! You felt so good!"

"Round two?" He grinned.

"Fuck yeah!" you said.

The pool fun turned into a completely different type of fun. One that you'd never expect to happen

[samadiw]

Knickers - Part 03 - Yellow Knickers 💛

.

Yellow?

Fucking yellow?

She didnt have yellow knickers, she didnt have yellow anything and it wasnt like she could stroll into Hogsmeade and buy a pair.

Hermione pulls out her drawer of knickers, for a girl who didnt get it on much, she had a drawer full of colourful undies, one must always feel good in what covers your twat.

She gingerly picks up a scanty almost see through black pair of knickers, well, they would have to do.

Placing the pair on the bed, she reaches for her wand and waves it over the undergarment, the colour instantly changes from black to dark yellow.

Hermione grins, it looks better than she expected.

H : "Not bad..."

She flops down on the bed and thinks of Malfoy's cock for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

The fucker had no shame in just whipping it out in front of her, his crass boldness turned her on, he didn't care to tip toe around her as if she would shatter into a million pieces.

Her toes curl with wanting, he would widen her nicely, she had always been told she was tight.

Damn that bloody Malfoy cock.

*******

T : "The fuck man."

B : "Don't you get sick of losing?"

T : "You're cheating, I know it."

B : "Its wizards chess, you just suck."

T : "I have to meet Luna but once I'm back, I want a bloody rematch."

B : "Let's make it interesting, care to place a bet?"

T : "10 Galleons?"

B : "My house elf makes 10 times that, you bloody cheapskate."

T : "Later."

B : "Use protection, we don't want crummy chess players being added to the population."

T : "Fuck you, Zabini."

Draco walks in towelling his hair

B : "Ah, want to grab a butter beer?"

D : "Sure, mate."

Throws a bottle at Draco and he catches it expertly.

D : "So, whats the name of the new broad?"

B : "Patil..."

D : "Nice."

B : "Is Weasley still banging Granger?"

D : "Haven't a clue."

B : "She's looking rather fine this year."

Draco tightens his hold on the bottle and takes a long swig.

Blaise didnt know the half of it.

The next morning

T : "Fuck, are you ready to leave?"

D : "Yeah, I've got some, unm...work to do."

What he wanted to do was claim his seat in the Great Hall before someone else did.

B : "Well, I'm ready, I'll come with you, Theo, do hurry up bitch."

T : "Yeah, yeah, I'm hurrying."

They walk into the Great Hall and find it half full.

A bunch of 3rd years are sitting in Draco's usual place.

The blonde towers over the younger students and hisses darkly.

D : "Move, now!"

The adolescent boys trip over themselves in their haste to get up.

"Yes, Mr Malfoy, sir."

"Right away."

"So sorry."

Blaise and Draco slide into the seat.

B : "I think the tall one wet his pants."

D : "Respect, Blaise, must be taught when young."

B : "Theres a fine line between respect and bullying."

D : "Potato, potahto."

B : "Why the fuck do you keep looking at the entrance?"

D : "For Nott, ofcourse."

Blaise raises a brow and grins.

B : "Sure you are..."

Hermione links her arm through Ron's and he whispers a funny joke into her ear, she throws her head back in laughter.

From across the hall she can feel steely grey eyes watching her every movement.

She locks eyes with the ice blonde and bites her lip.

Settling down in her usual spot, Hermione looks at Draco through hooded eyes and challenges him.

Draco smirks, fucking showtime.

He's about to drop something when a voice cuts into his train of thought.

PS : "Mr Malfoy."

Fuck..

D : "Yes, Professor Slughorn?"

PS : "Come with me, boy, I need your rather unique potion making skills."

Come on, no, no...

D : "Now?"

Slughorn raises a brow.

PS : "Yes, now..."

Draco glances at Hermione desperately.

Did the old codger have to fuck up his morning?

Draco weakly protests

D : "But sir, I'm um..hungry."

Hungry for Grangers cunt.

PS : "Now! Before I start deducting points off Slytherin."

The bloody bastard.

Draco gets to his feet

D : "Fine."

Hermione looks on in disappointment, brings her legs together and watches Malfoy trail after Slughorn miserably.

The fuming Slytherin throws a look of annoyance her way before exiting the hall after the potions master.

Draco misses his first two lessons because of Slughorn's potions emergency, he is still at it when his year piles into the classroom.

He wipes his brow and looks up, Hermione grins and pats the seat next to her suggestively.

It wouldn't do to openly sit next to the Gryffindor without a bunch of questions being asked.

Draco coughs to distract everyone else and shakes his head, Hermione frowns, rolls her eyes and pulls out her books.

PS : "Good job, Mr Malfoy."

Draco replies in frustration.

D : "Yeah, no problem, Professor."

He gathers this things and sits next to Theo.

The class drones on and by the end of it Draco has dozed off more than once.

Theo nudges him and hisses.

T : "For fuck sake, get up."

The class ends and the exhausted students leave the dungeons and make their way to lunch before the next round of classes start.

Hermione studiously avoids Draco, she wouldn't go to him, let him come to her.

Refusing to sit with her, who the bloody hell did he think he was?

She steps into the abandoned girls bathroom to fix her hair and wash the tiredness off her face.

It takes but a second.

The door opens, closes with a bang and a heavy firm body presses up against her back.

Shocked at first, Hermione reaches for her wand but she looks up to see Draco grinning smugly at her.

She turns around and shoves him

H : "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

D : "Isn't it obvious?"

H : "This is the girls lavatory."

D : "I'm aware."

H : "Get away from me, you pervert."

D : "I haven't seen your knickers today, Granger."

H : "And you're not going to see them now."

D : "Oh, I beg to differ."

He places firm hands on her waist, lifts her and settles her on the counter.

Hermione lashes out

H : "Have you lost your damn mind?"

Draco winks.

D : "Possibly."

Hermione tries to hop down.

H : "I'm not playing this bloody game."

Draco holds her in place, his long fingers brush gently along her skin and edge upwards.

He pushes up the school skirt so it bunches around her waist and stares at the bright yellow undie hugging her pussy lips, outlining every dip and curve.

Draco swallows hard, up close she looks absolutely breathtaking.

H : "There, you saw them, are you satisfied?"

D : "Immensely, yellow might be my new favourite colour."

H : "Very funny, now let me go."

D : "Not so fast, pet."

He runs a long finger down her material covered slit.

Hermione gasps and a involuntary moan escapes her full lips.

She comes back to her senses and scolds.

H : "Stop it, anyone could walk in."

Draco rolls his eye, waves his wand and distinctive click echoes through the quiet bathroom.

He grins mischievously.

D : "Problem solved."

He continues to rub enticing circles around the flesh of her inner thighs.

D : "I wonder if you taste as good as you look."

H : "You wouldn't..."

D : "Oh, I would and you will love it."

He peels down her panties, leaving a trail of fire where his fingers touch her skin.

Draco puts Hermione smooth legs over his shoulders and bends to give her exposed cunt a quick lick.

Hermione gasps as he delves inside her with the tip of his tongue.

He gives her clit a quick flick and proceeds to eat her out generously.

Holy fuck, was Malfoy licking her cunt?

Oh, so good, so bloody good.

D : "You taste divine, let's see what makes you come."

Hermione's breathing elevates, she surrenders to the blonde licking her to glory.

The noises he makes as he moves his tongue echo in her head and fuel her pending release.

H : "Malfoy...."

D : "Wet, so fucking wet."

They have 4 minutes and 26 seconds before their next class.

Draco figures he needs 3 minutes tops to fuck her with his talented tongue and feel her orgasm on it.

D : "You taste fucking amazing."

He parts her pussy lips with his tongue again and begins to lap at her eager wetness.

Moving slowly, he uses the tip of his tongue to circle her ever receptive bud.

His tongue slips and he's rewarded with a loud moan.

Ah, so that's the spot.

Draco relentlessly tongues Hermione till she squirms.

He wants to look at her, keeping up his ministrations he braved a look at the witch whispering his name.

She was shuddering above him, her body wracked in pleasure.

Head thrown back, wild curls around her face, fuck...she looked stunning.

Her eyes closed, thighs spread wide and hands massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples.

This was a sight he could get used to.

H : "There, oh fuck...don't stop..."

H : "Oh...mm...I'm going to come."

Music to his ears, he takes her swollen bud between his lips and sucks hard.

D : "Let go, baby."

Hermione lets out a cry, grabs a fistful of Draco's hair and comes crashing down around him.

Only after she rode her high and stilled did he wipe her dripping juices off his chin and get to his feet.

H : "Well, that was..."

She hopes off the counter and attempts to stand on wobbly legs.

Draco licks his cum stained lips and grins.

D : "Something else."

H : Yes, something else.

Draco muses .

D: "And we havent even kissed yet."

Post orgasm bliss aside, Hermione asks.

H : "Why didn't you sit next to me? Do you still think me dirty?"

Dirty, was the woman mad? She fucking came in his mouth and he couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth.

Draco pulls Hermione close and kisses her.

The kiss is no gentle exchange between lovers, its hard, fast and demanding

He pries her stubborn lips open with his tongue and slips it in to seek the inner sweetness, they grab onto each other fighting for dominance, until, she breaks free and surfaces for air.

Draco nibbles on the heated flesh of her neck and whispers.

D : "That's your cum you taste on my tongue, do you honestly believe your blood status means fuck all to me?"

He places a tender kiss to her lips

D : Actually, I wanted to spare you the embarrassment of mingling with an ex Death Eater.

Hermione shoves him playfully.

H : "Sod it, sit with me tomorrow."

D : "You dig your own grave, Granger."

A distinctive tent decorated Draco's trousers, he cups the bulge and adjusts his painfully hard erection.

H : "Oh, you're still hard, let me..."

D : "We don't have time."

Hermione's face falls in disappointment and Draco smirks.

D : "Don't worry about it, you can make up for it tomorrow."

Draco picks up the discarded yellow knickers and pockets them.

D : "I'm keeping these by the way."

H : "You cant be serious?"

D : "I rather enjoy the thought of you walking about the castle knickerless."

H : "You fucking smug prat."

D : "Blue is my favourite colour, Granger."

Draco lifts the spell and walks out.

Funny, she would've bet her left tit that it was black.

[fanficsrusz]

POWER - Henry Cavill Smut

Warnings: Smut.

Pairing: Y/n x Henry cavill

Summary: Y/n's plan to seduce Henry backfires but in a wondrous way.

Word Cound: 7.7k

A/N: Its been a while since I've posted anything and I feel a little nervous 😅. However I've missed the thrill of creating a world all of my own. I also apologise for any spelling/grammatical mistakes. I havent edited anything for a long time so yeahhh. 

Please comment/reblog if you enjoyed ❤️

"You're drunk" 

The accusation, issued through Henry's teeth, was an angered hiss and Henry's reaction was everything that Y/n could have wished for… And more. 

Y/n forced a little hiccup, feeling it bubble its way through her body before it made its escape out of her mouth, and almost laughed at the thin set of lips across from her that stayed in a straight line. 

He looked positively prim - just like he always did. 

"No-" she defended, "-I'm happy". The correction came with a sly smile, her upper body leaning towards him across the bar, her inner amusement increasing as she watched his body stiffen in annoyance.

 Henry was keeping a distance between their bodies, as if he thought her intoxication may be infectious. 

The hold he quickly took to her waist was more of a brace rather than an intention as she swayed forward and then backwards. 

"Don't you want me to be happy, Henry?" 

Y/n pouted, tilting her head back and looking at him with what she hoped would be a sultry invitation. She laughed, a bold, wicked sound that drew a few glances from others in the bar. Henry stared stiffly over her head, swallowing the lump in his throat that had seemed to form as he grew more irritated with the woman's involuntary outbursts. 

 "For God's sake, Y/n, control yourself", he whispered tightly. 

Was he embarrassed by her lack of inhibition? No. It was quite the opposite. He felt… lost. As if he had no idea how to act in the situation he had found himself in. 

It was normal for him, the playboy, to taunt her with his fancy words, to distract her with his sinfully dark looks and honeyed phrases, but turn the tables and he wasn't quite so poised himself and Y/n felt a delicious thrill of power at the knowledge that she had him off balance. 

She deliberately let herself go  limp in his arms, and, when his grip relaxed in relief at the stability her body found, she quickly slipped under his guard, pressing the entirety of her body sinfully against him. 

Her tactics immediately threatened to backfire as Henry's coldly rigid body seemed to be generating an incredible amount of heat and that in itself was enough for her to lose focus of her goal. 

She rested her check against his chest and willed away her trembling response even as she measured his annoyance by the wildly uneven thump of his heart. 

"You'll regret this tomorrow," he told her sternly, his hands tightening painfully on her waist.

"'Why in hell did you drink all that champagne? Do you want to make a total fool of yourself, jeopardise a deal with Dere-?" 

"Rubbish. Derek thought I was as graceful as ever; he told me so," y/n said airily, thinking that it was too late to regret drinking at a business meeting with her boss and other potential clients. 

Y/n moved steadily in his arms to prove it, brushing her breasts against his chest, hoping that the crushed velvet of her dress would hide the multitude of her sins that had seemed to accumulate quickly throughout the night and not to mention the past year that she had worked beside Henry, every single dirty thought she ever had about him portraying itself as nothing more than a red stain upon her cheeks and chest. 

She had never been sinful before, always a dutiful daughter, just as she had later been a faithful business partner to Henry but there was only so much a woman could take before she had to take drastic measures. Now she was neither a daughter nor a business partner. She was Y/n Y/l/n. Herself. A woman before anything else and more specifically a woman with needs. 

"You're the only one who thought I was wrong for declining the partnership" , she drawled mockingly, too caught up in her reckless self-absorption to monitor his surfacing awareness. "Chill out, Henry. If you can't fix it with a snap of your fingers, you might as well lie back and enjoy the open bar…" 

The thud of his heart had settled down to a swift, arrhythmic beat that set up a sympathetic vibration throughout her body from her scalp to the soles of her restless feet.

There was a small pause as he manoeuvred her pliant body away from another couple that wanted to get to the bar. Then he tilted his head to look down at her.

 "Chill out?" Amusement leaked through his iron control as he suppressed the grin he held in tight. " wow- I never thought I'd hear street-slang from that elegant, business-lady mouth of yours…". 

For a second Y/n gulped, thinking she had lost all control of the situation that she had perfectly built up all evening but then Y/n moved dreamily against him, fully immersed in her ideal scenario. 

She linked her arms round his back and arched her neck slightly so that she could see his expression. 

"But I'm not a lady tonight, Henry, I'm a woman," she said huskily.

 "Should I lie back and enjoy that too?" he enquired cynically. 

That conjured up indecent images that for a moment left Y/n shocked, breathless even and if it wasn't for the distant sound of a glass breaking somewhere in the bar then she would have stayed in her trance like manner. 

Her lips parted as she tried to say something sophisticated in response but she couldn't think of a thing and for a moment she feared that she had lost the edge. Y/n bit her lower lip and suddenly he had control over her again, his voice rough with threat, as he gave her a small shake.

"Behave yourself, Y/n. Stop being so fucking provocative. You should go home" 

"I'm not ready to go home yet" she mewled, eyes darting over to the dance floor that served as a pick up ground. 

Henry sighed, his eyes following her gaze

"One dance, that's all you get. Then I'm getting you out of here before you start leaping onto table-tops and doing the can-can!" 

"What a killjoy you're turning out to be, Henry" with fresh fury, she suddenly spun out of his arms and danced freely for a few moments before cutting mischievously in on another couple. Soon Henry was glaring murderously over the shoulder of a blonde woman while Y/n languished in the sweaty grasp of a nervous young man who was very aware of the hovering blue-eyed menace.

 When Henry cut back in a short time later, Y/n was relinquished with ill concealed relief. 

"You're playing with fire, Y/n" , Henry warned, his firm hand taking hold of her again. This time he held her so captively close that she could feel the lines of his suit being imprinted on her velvet dress. 

She had the feeling that if he had been able to shackle both her wrists behind her back without attracting attention he would. He wanted to cage her, tame her, but tonight, surrounded by the security of a crowd, she was determined to be untamable, just to see how far she could push him. 

"Mmmm, I know, and I feel so gloriously toasty and warm," she murmured wickedly, waggling her eyebrows at a passing male. 

Henry swore under his breath and pulled her flirtatious eyes away from any male that passed by capturing her gaze before she could perform some similar impropriety. He quickly brought his own hand to his mouth to mask his aggression in the pretence of courtesy. She had been right about the shackling. 

"You're drunk", he repeated raggedly, more as if he was telling himself than her. She rather liked the hint of desperation that seeped into every word he spoke. It was almost as satisfying as having him grovel at her feet. 

Y/n laughed, a sensuous 'cat-with-the-cream' look of satisfaction on her face as she widened her eyes and purred, "But not incapable, darling…".

She tamed a deliberate misstep as she spoke so that her leg slid caressingly between his thighs as they turned. 

Henry almost stumbled as she lifted her knee, briefly applying the pivoting pressure of her thigh firmly to the juncture of his. Her provocation had an immediate effect and she drew back instantly, finally aware that her teasing had gone too far. But it was too late. Henry had reached the end of his tether. 

"Fine -" he seethed, "-we'll do this the hard way then" 

Five minutes later Y/n  was belted roughly into the passenger-seat of her own car. 

" I'm perfectly fit to drive, Henry" she raged at the man who slid angrily behind the steering wheel before inserting her keys into the ignition. 

"I'm as sober as you are!"

" For your sake, I hope that's a lie, Y/n". 

His voice was nothing but a growl and y/n felt the shiver that started in her groin slowly rise up through her spine. 

"But if it is true then maybe you've done me a favour. If you were teasing me deliberately I don't have to feel guilty for what I'm about to do." his eyes stayed focused on whatever he was staring at, his fists curling tightly around the steering wheel until his knuckles turned pale. 

"Do?" Y/n asked faintly as the car sprang into motion with far more power than she ever managed to coax from under the unimpressive bonnet.

"Did you think I would calmly walk away like an obedient lap-dog when you got tired of your little game ?"

 "I...I... didn't think-" she began to splutter. 

"No? Just instinct, was it? Trap the beast, then rattle his cage until he howls? Wasn't that your goal?" 

"Henry!" 

He hadn't looked at her since they had got in the car, driving with a narrow-eyed concentration, but now he slipped a grim sideways glance at her shocked expression and what he saw there seemed to ease his ferocious tension but the wolfish twitch of his mouth wasn't reassuring

"You did, didn't you? You really thought I'd let you get away with it. You didn't think I'd have the guts to drag you kicking and screaming out of there" 

Y/n swallowed the dry lump in her throat. She had definitely underestimated her victim and definitely forgot to plan this far ahead. 

"'I wasn't kicking and screaming," she protested weakly, avoiding the obvious answers he wanted.

 "Not on the outside maybe. But your innocent act never did cut any ice with me" Henry's eyes glanced over at Y/n

Y/n clenched her fists tightly, until her nails dug into the palm of her hand, but she barely noticed. The only thing she was really aware of, was the sound of her heart throbbing against the cage of her chest. 

It wasn't until she looked up into the rear view mirror, that she noticed she had been biting her lip so much so that they were almost as red as the lipstick that had wiped off hours ago. 

"Scared, Y/n?" Henry jeered softly as she swallowed again, this time audibly. "You should be." he said lowly

"What about your own car?" she began weakly, hoping that practicalities might prevail where argument hadn't. 

"I'll pick it up tomorrow." Y/n went quiet. This fantasy was easier to plot when she didn't have to concentrate on parrying his verbal thrusts and she tried to calm her nervous actions with whatever had made her think that she could best him at his own game. 

She wished she were drunk but all she could do was hope that the drive would cool down that scorched male pride. All she could do momentarily was create another plan. 

When they would finally get back to her apartment building she would placate him, contrive to convince him that it had all been a silly mistake. For all his threatening manner, she knew instinctively that he wouldn't use violence to enforce his threats. He didn't have to... all he had to do to seduce her was to take her in his arms and then she would be at his mercy. But once she had bolted her door on him she would be safe from her own wicked urges. 

He could rage and huff and puff all he liked but he wouldn't be able to get in. The irony was rather quaint. All the security locks that he had insisted she have installed on her doors and windows when he first found out she lived alone in a not so friendly neighbourhood would ensure that her virtue remained unassailable - well for tonight at least. 

Y/n had almost convinced herself that she had already outwitted him when she noticed the unfamiliarity of their route.

"This isn't the way to my home!" 

He ignored her. The moving light thrown by the passing street-lights illuminated his shadowed expression. It was a hard mask of satisfaction.

 "Dammit, Henry, where are you taking me?" 

"I told you. Home." 

"This isn't where I live." 

"I never said I would take you to your home. I simply said 'home'. It's not my fault that you assumed I meant your home." 

Henry turned into a steep, dark, curving driveway that seemed to drop away directly into the deep black glitter of a Lake that Y/n didn't even know existed in the area. 

 Y/n's heart was in her mouth as the car swooped towards the water, but when they reached the lower curve into darkness, security lights suddenly flickered on and she saw the brick paved courtyard clearly for an instant before the car was swallowed by the lower level of the house.

The garage door closed automatically after them, and for a moment after Henry cut the engine, the only sound in the softly lit enclosed space was the faint ringing echo of the metal door. Y/n was irresistibly reminded of the metallic springing of a trap. One that she had baited herself into.

"Welcome home, Y/n." Henry leaned towards her and she flinched, but he was merely flicking open her seatbelt.

She couldn't see him smile but she could hear the amusement in his voice as he continued, "No, not here in the car. I'm not so crude as to take up your generous invitation without due ceremony and at least a few comforts." 

Henry leaned even further, reaching across her to push open her door, this time dragging his arm deliberately against her rapidly rising breasts as he withdrew. 

"Get out. I'd prefer to go inside" he purred dangerously, pointedly placing her car keys out of reach in the inside pocket of his jacket.  

" but If you can't restrain your wild passion and don't mind a little discomfort I'm quite ready and willing to make love to you against the dashboard" 

Y/n was up and out of the car with as much alacrity as her fumbling apprehension would allow. His mocking laugh as he followed suit had her searching for the door, but he was there before her, opening it with a flourish and a small bow.

" After you. " 

All the way up the narrow, spotlight staircase, Y/n was aware of the movement of her hips and legs, the breathless difficulty in her chest and, most of all, the steady, inexorable masculine tread that stalked her. 

The room at the top of the stairs was shrouded in darkness, relieved by vague glimmering white shapes that made her gasp. 

"Afraid of ghosts, too, Y/n? What a timid little thing you're turning out to be…". The murmured words smoked across the small area of vulnerable skin between her shoulder-blades, exposed by the discreet scoop of her gown, whispering across her sensitised nerves. There was a faint click and the room sprang into light. 

The white shapes were sheets, draped over bulky objects. 

Even the floor was covered by a dark green sheet, and the reason was obvious. The walls were stripped and primed, but had not yet had their first coat. 

They were in the kitchen, Y/n guessed from the positioning of the shrouded fittings. Scattered about were cans of paint and rolls of wallpaper, brushes soaking in paint and the odd ladder or two. The only ghosts here were those of the tradesmen. 

Yet,  Y/n's heart continued to flutter with a deliciously disconcerting fear, an excited apprehension.

 Without a word Henry took her by the elbow and ushered her impatiently through several more similarly dust-shrouded rooms with the unswerving instinct of a guided missile, not bothering to turn on any more lights. 

The place seemed huge, and as silent and brooding as the explosively primed man beside her.

 "You-you're redecorating!" Y/n grabbed at the chance to divert him from his relentless intention. Honestly it surprised her that she had known him for so long and yet had never seen his home, he didn't even talk of it much. 

Henry didn't answer and she fell quiet. 

He let her resistance slow him but he didn't let his grip ease. He had already been taken by surprise once too often that night.

"Have you been feeling hunted, Y/n?" Her answer was in her uneasy sidelong look. He smiled secretively. "Now you know how I felt this evening: like the helpless prey to your brazen huntress…" Y/n flushed, her whole body heating at his words. She had been brazen, utterly so, and she had enjoyed it far too obviously to try to deny it now. 

Henry let her dwell on her folly for a moment before he murmured, "The answer to your question is…" his slow smile drew out the suspense for a wickedly long second "...perhaps." 

His eyelids drooped, not quite hiding the predatory gleam that smouldered in the darkness. He was still very, very angry and he wanted her to know it.

  "Certainly it turned out to be very convenient for you…"

 His free hand came up under her other elbow and he stepped around to face her, forcing her backwards and into the realisation that while he had held her enmeshed with his equivocating words he had been slowly backing her to the wall.

"I'm no one's convenience," she spat, determined not to see the effect his calculated menace was having on her already chaotic nervous system.

"You have to admit you qualify in one or two forms of the dictionary meaning, Y/n," he drawled, driven to foment her the way that she had tormented him. "You're certainly suitable for my purposes and needs and you're close by... but no, I don't suppose you could be considered "easy to use"...

The fear that had inhibited her flared into an open temper at his overt mockery. 

"If you think I'll let you-" "-Challenging me, y/n?" he interrupted softly, and watched her hesitate as she realised the certain consequences of goading him from her very vulnerable position.

"Actually," he continued almost kindly, "it's a little late for second thoughts. You've led me this far with your little game. Now it's time to pay the piper…" He dipped his head and to her tingling shock bit her gently on the side of her satiny throat. She reared back, but there was nowhere to go, no escape that didn't involve going through that broad-shouldered, lean-hipped wall of male arrogance!

"led you! You're the one who practically kidnapped me" She was appalled to hear the breathy lightness in her words when she had meant them to be firm. 

"Mmm. Exciting, isn't it?" He bit the other side of her throat. "Just think how thoroughly helpless you are right at this minute. You're in a strange house, while I know every nook and cranny. All the exits are deadlocked. Even if you ran, where would you run to? I'm stronger than you are. bigger, harder, faster. You can't get away, no matter how hard you try. I can do anything I want with you. And there's nothing you can do about it, except…" 

" Except what?" The mouth skimming her throat was having as violent an effect as his taunting words, arousing the deeply buried desires that she had tried to deny. 

" accept what you caused" She felt the curve of his lips against her smooth skin, heard the amusement in the sensuous rumble.

 He was laughing at her. 

He wasn't content with merely seducing her. No, he wanted to humiliate her, too.

Sudden panic struck and with a fierce surge of strength she shoved at his solid chest. To both their surprise, he staggered back, far enough for her to dart away. With a roaring curse he gave chase.

Y/n's heart hammered as she scuttled from the safety of one covered piece of furniture to the next. She froze, listening for the direction of his pursuit, but Henry had also stilled. He was out there somewhere, crouched and aware, listening, just as she was, waiting to pounce. Her skin prickled hotly and she could feel the blood pulsing heavily through her veins. Y/n shivered with a strangely febrile excitement. She peered around what appeared to be a small table and saw a graduation of the blackness - A doorway!, 

Taking a deep breath, she took to a low crouch and ran for it. As she did so she felt a rush of air as close as a blow and a throaty growl. He had only just missed her! She couldn't help letting out a little scream as she abandoned stealth and bolted, darting breathlessly to the darkened room.

Henry was never far behind and at first she was grateful that he didn't switch on the lights, the better to find her, but as his taunting laughter infiltrated the night she realised that he was revelling in the chase...and so was she! 

Her inner certainty that Henry would never physically hurt her, even in genuine rage, gave an added piquancy to the situation. 

She had challenged him in the most clemental way possible and he was responding in a way that was as different and exciting as he was. 

The panic which had precipitated her flight became a delicious terror as the teasing game of hide-and-seek continued. 

Sexual tension flourished in the shrouded silence like a living thing. He was no longer in a hurry to catch her, whispering silky-voiced threats into the night that curled her toes and dampened her palms, describing in sensual detail what was going to happen when he found her.

 It didn't take Y/n very long to break. When Henry suddenly went quiet her imagination ran riot. She pressed herself even more tightly against the reassuring solidarity of what appeared to be a sideboard and quavered, "Henry?". 

There was no answer and she tried hard to sound convincingly calm. 

"Henry, this is ridiculous. Why don't you turn on the light and we'll talk about it sensibly?" Sensible was the last thing she felt but she couldn't stand the waiting no longer. 

Y/n was just close enough to the edge of her self control to try shameless grovelling.

" All right, so I acted foolishly this evening. Now you've got your revenge and now we're even aren't we?" 

Silence 

"okay fine , yes, I admit it!" she cried. "I pretended to be drunk to tease you but…" 

Silence,

"I did it because... because I didn't expect you to respond." And may God not strike her down for that awful lie!

 "I wanted to annoy you, that's all. It was wrong of me. Childish. I'm sorry. I just wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine. You always seem to have this - control over me. I just wanted to get under your skin for once."

Silence 

"Henry? Henry!' Her placatory tone slipped badly. 

" Fuck!, stop it. Henry, this isn't funny anymore!"

A soft chuckle floated out of the darkness. Y/n was too disorientated to guess its direction and she whirled a full circle. 

" I'm not playing your stupid game any more, Henry, so you may as well come out. I won't try and run away again. I promise."

Silence. 

Y/n began to tremble, not from fear but from helpless desire. Dammit, why didn't he come out and finish what she had started already. There was a soft sound to her left, a tiny echoing click that acted like a trigger on her taut nerves, catapulting her automatically to the other wall of the room, where she backed hastily between two tented objects that provided her with a solid sense of security. A false sense, she discovered, when a hand suddenly whipped across her mouth from behind, smothering her scream.

 "So much for your promises, Y/n," came the clipped murmur in her ear. "That was only my cuff-link. You ran straight into my arms."

 The hand across her mouth tightened as she tried to protest, and an arm lashed around her waist, drawing her back against a hard, familiar body. He hadn't lied in his silken whispers. He was just as aroused as she was by their foolish game. 

She stood there for a moment, her head against his shoulder, trembling and breathless. She tried to speak and tasted the sweat of his palm. Instead of dropping his hand he trailed it deliberately across her lips, his fingers curving into her parted mouth, stroking the inner surface of her mouth and fondling her tongue with an intimacy that was far more shocking than any explicit sexual caress.

Her heart thundered in her breast as he softly probed her moistness, scaling the breath from her lungs, as he whispered, "Do you like this, Y/n? Your mouth is like wet satin, wrapping around my fingers. Use your tongue, tell me if you like the taste of me…" The sheer intoxication of his husky plea made her moan and he quickly let his hand drop. 

"Am I hurting you?"

 She couldn't answer and his hand continued to fall, until it settled on the firm roundness of her left breast, his palm cupping her, feeling the pounding tumult within.

" You...frighten me," she managed to say, her taste buds tingling with each word, drowning in the full flavour of him. 

"This isn't fright, Y/n…" His hand tightened and then released, to flatten and move against her in soft rotation, compressing the flesh in a way that made her tremble even more. 

"This is excitement. You wanted to be caught, didn't you? You're as curious about me as I am about you, only you wouldn't let yourself admit it. Tell me now if this is not what you want, Y/n, because from here on in I can't guarantee my control…"

As he issued his rough command his hand moved to explore her other breast. The hand around her waist strayed, fingers splaying against her velvet belly, digging into her softness, reaching for the ache that was forming in the pit of her stomach. His mouth was moving against her shining cap of hair, seeking the sensitive hollows at the nape of her neck. 

 He was handing control to her because she made him feel wildly out of control. She had never driven a man so wild with desire that he didn't know what he was doing...

"Henry, God, -" 

"don't say no, Y/n. Not now." He spun her tightly in his arms and she made a discovery that drenched her with sensuous delight. 

"Your clothes…" 

He had taken off his jacket and tie some time during his dark pursuit and unbuttoned his shirt so that it hung free from his broad shoulders. The hands that she had placed against his chest met with bare skin- hot, damp, satiny skin covered with thick, soft hair. His heart was almost leaping from his chest and he shuddered as she pressed her palm harder against him, marveling at the strength and power rippling beneath the skin.

"I got hot, chasing you," he said.  "I still am. Wanting you makes me that way. Hot and so ready that I can hardly stand!" 

He made a subtle movement with his hips and groaned as he brushed against the thick velvet folds of her dress. She felt a fresh moisture break out on his skin and in an instinctive gesture of acceptance leaned forward to nuzzle it from his chest, her mouth inadvertently brushing against one of his large, flat nipples in his nest of hair.

He made a choking sound in his throat, arching back to give her free access to his upper body and in the process ground his swollen hardness against the juncture of her thighs

"do it" 

Y/n barely heard his ragged plea. Henry was so exquisitely responsive to every tiny movement she made, even to the very breath from her lips upon his skin, that he was soon deep in the toils of a dreamy delirium. 

She  wasn't aware of the rip he made in the back of her dress when his shaking hands wrenched the zip down, only of the molten sensuality of his gaze as he steered her into a shaft of light near the window and studied her breasts. nestled in their cups of pure white lace. 

"Did you wear this for me?" he asked thickly, roughly tracing the outline of the lace across the curving swells. "Did you want me to take off your dress tonight, Y/n? To admire you like this?" 

 His arousal was so flatteringly intense that she couldn't deny him the truth.

 "Yes…" 

She closed her eyes, gasping as she felt the stroke of his thumbs across the seams, finding the rigid tips that were evidence of her own desire. He made a sound and she felt him kneel to pull her velvet gown over her hips, revealing the white panties and suspender belt in the same simple lace design as the bra, demure yet sexy in their essential femininity.

 He made another sound, this time deep and guttural, his hands running up the backs of her thighs, pulling them closer and parting them slightly. 

She opened her eyes, clutching at his naked shoulders as he moved his mouth hotly against the lacy front panel of her panties and pressed a string of kisses from the soft skin at the tops of her stockings to the deep, frantic pulse at the hollow of her hip. 

Y/n could feel the cool air along her pussy as warmth settled there. Rough hands sent a shiver through her body as they ran the length of her thighs, kneading her ass before finding their way back to her pussy, and pushing her panties to the side  for a better look at what she had to offer. Y/n shook and he purred in approval of her reaction.

Henry pressed forward until Y/n felt his lips along her folds, teasing her before delving deeper. Y/n gasped at the first taste, the tip of his tongue poking at her entrance, her arousal spilling forth. Henry ran the length of her pussy until he flicked her clit, the twitch it brought forth made him snicker into her skin. He dragged his tongue along her clit again, grazing it over and over as her pelvis flinched unwillingly.

“shit,” she hissed, trying not to moan though it felt so good.

Y/n clung onto his shoulders, the buzz she felt in her stomach coming closer to finding its release. Her thighs trembled as he grew more persistent, his tongue agile as it drew forth an orgasm but just before she could relish in the exquisite feeling, he pulled away. It had been almost a year since you had been pleasured by anything other than her own hands and this was starting to drive her mad. 

The sight of his dark head moving against her and the sensations he was creating made her cry out in helpless need and he looked up, a dark blush crossing his face when he saw her starlit expression. 

He stood and kissed her on the mouth until they were both breathless. Then, still holding her, he reached behind him, dragging the sheet off the nearest object.

It was a smooth, polished mahogany dining table, it's dark surface reflecting the muted lights from the moon.

Y/n imagined him laying her down on that smooth hardness and leaning over her, feeling the melting pleasure of his touch. 

Henry turned her, pressing her hips against the carved mahogany edge.

"I've never made love on a table before," she whispered raggedly, hoping that she wouldn't disappoint him with her relative inexperience. No doubt he was used to women who were terribly adventurous and sexually sophisticated. She thrusted the jealous thought away and linked her arms around his neck, reminding herself that she could make him shake with passionate need. She could make up with enthusiasm for what she lacked in experience and he would never know the difference. 

He stilled and she was afraid that she had destroyed the moment with her naive little confidence. Henry lifted his head and looked at the table behind her. Then he stopped and swept her off her feet, lifting her into his strong arms.

 "No, not here," he said hoarsely. "The first time should be in a bed.." He began to move with Y/n in his arms and she turned her hot face against his broad chest, adoring him for caring enough to make this exactly right for them. 

"I don't want to wait." She told him shyly of her need and his arms tightened, the muscles of his shoulders and neck bunching into prominence as his stride quickened.

 "You won't have to." He turned into another doorway, dipping an elbow against the wall until twin lamps glowed, their light filtered into a soft, golden delicacy by the cloths that swathed them. 

Henry didn't let her go as he removed the covering over the bed and stripped back the dark feather quilt. When he finally put her down it was on to crisp white sheets that released a lavender fragrance to mingle with the heated scent of arousal that perfumed their bodies.

Henry stood by the bedside, looking down at her. Then he spread his hands, revealing the light tremor that shook his hand ever so gently. 

 "Look what you do to me. You make me weak. No one has ever had that effect on me"  Y/n reached out a hand and touched his trident stomach. 

"You're the strongest man I know," her hand ran down his stomach and over the muscle underneath as she moved down to his belt. She tugged at it gently

"I want you" she purred. 

The knowledge of their mutual desire flared in his hungry eyes, hardening the planes and angles of his face until it looked as rigid as his body under her exploring hand. He caught her wrist before she would have touched him intimately, folding her arm back into the pillow behind her head he knelt beside her.

 "Say it again. Say my name." 

"I want you to make love to me, Henry." Her words were a promise to give him all that he wanted and more. 

"No more running?" he raised his eyebrow jokingly and Y/n shook her head, unable to speak as he unclipped the front fastening of her bra, sensing that he wanted her to lie quiescently as he bared the last secrets of her body. 

She felt shy, like a precious gift being gloatingly unwrapped, but she didn't resent his moment of purely masculine triumph. The glory of the moment was also hers, this beautiful man that she had known for so long finally hers. He was giving himself to her and asking nothing but what she was willing to give in return. For tonight and perhaps for many nights to come she would let him satisfy the hunger in her soul, colour the cold grey corners of her world with a warmth and vibrant life that would dispel, at least for a time, the loneliness she had come to accept many years ago. 

"I want you, too…" she whispered as she welcomed the joy of his touch. 

Henry undressed himself with a fumbling haste that she found inexpressibly exciting and when he came down on to her she gasped at the violent energy of his enthusiasm. Y/n stared up at him, his cock hanging out for all to see. 

The controlled, disciplined man she had grown to know vanished completely. In his place was a greedy, intemperate, ardent and impetuous male, urgently intent with plundering each and every lavish pleasure of flesh. 

Henry smirked, his hand slowly pumping his dick a few times before he bent down and slid the tip over her slit and pushed inside roughly, allowing her no resistance as he filled her entirely.

This moment when he took her would live vividly in her memory forever.

 The shocking reality of his first thrust stilled them both but then he stilled, chest shaking, half across her body, his head buried in the curve of her neck. 

'Surely he's not going to stop now,'  y/n thought hysterically as her body slowly adjusted to the agonising fullness, and she felt the involuntary ripples of tension begin to absorb him even more deeply into her being. 

 Y/n dropped her head back as she let out a low growl as he thrusted sharply, allowing a moment between each as they were jolted into the bed. His hands were on her hips, holding her down as he slid in and out. 

Relax and enjoy was about all Y/n was capable of doing as his sensual onslaught built towards a fiery climax. He devoured her, feasting on her body with blind hunger, biting lushly into her skin, sipping and suckling the sweetness from her achingly swollen breasts as his hands adjusted her body around his, moaning and shuddering so violently when she even lightly caressed his body with her own that she  resorted to merely riding the exquisite storm as he sank deeper than before. 

Henry groaned and y/n felt a sudden burst of warmth, his cum leaking down her legs as she let the feeling of her own orgasm near

She plunged a hand into his sweat-drenched hair, and pulled his head back.

"Henry-" 

The moan came quickly and she hardly recognised him as she gawked up at him. His mouth was full, reddened, the skin drawn tightly over the bones of his face giving him a lean, hollowed-checked wildness, his deep set eyes open but blank with inner turbulence. He looked almost totally insensate. 

Y/n felt shaken by a sudden wave of tenderness as his cock slid over a soft spot inside her, her fingers curling tightly into silky-damp hair.

"Henry--" 

The tenderness flooded her being and was just swiftly followed by another wave of intense feeling as Henry stiffened and pulled back slightly, the pupils of his eyes contracting, his jaw clenching as he fought the blind instinct that was relentlessly driving him. 

"I hurt you, didn't i." he gritted. "I went too fast for you. I'm sorry." He moved up on his braced arms and tried to withdraw further but she stopped him, almost sobbing.

"No... oh, no" 

Henry hesitated and she moaned again, this time a bitter protest, "No, please, no, not yet…" 

Y/n's pussy tightened and she murmured in delight as he slowly thrusted against her again, her sensitive walls sending a thrill up her spine.

She was fighting to hold on, and he watched, puzzled and then fascinated, as she moaned, her eyes wide with a strange fear and confusion. Her fingers slid laxly out of his hair to clench and unclench helplessly on the pillow. A deep rosy flush spread up from her damp, heaving breasts to mantle her throat and face. He realised then what was happening to her and waited, afraid to move again for fear of breaking the wondrous spell, watching hotly as the inexorable momentum built swiftly to a flashpoint.

 Only when she rolled her flushed cheek sideways into the pillow did he move, cupping her face with his strong hand, forcing her to look at him.

 "No, let me see... let me watch it happen to you...I want to watch" 

Her eyelids fluttered at his husky command, her blush deepened, but she was too enraptured to feel embarrassed, too stunned by the speed of it all to deny him anything he asked. Her mouth trembled and parted and she began to gasp in light, shallow breaths that made her flushed breasts quiver deliciously, invitingly. 

He bent and touched a stiff pink nipple experimentally with his mouth, very gently. She jerked and cried out, exploding beneath him in a series of violent convulsions that almost unseated him. He gripped her thighs and held her steady while she sobbed and moaned and poured herself into him, and then, as she melted lovingly around him he at last began to move, uncertainly echoing her undulating movements until he established his own powerful rhythm, this time driving her with him, until his raw shout of exuberant satisfaction signalled that the whirlwind was spent. 

~

In the morning Y/n  was grateful for the resilience of her relative youth. Even after a long hot shower, her muscles ached with the extravagance of her strenuous exercise. She felt as if she had been battered, not by one whirlwind, but several. And she had. If she had thought that Henry's incandescent passion would swiftly burn them both out she discovered, through the ravishing reaches of the night, that she was marvellously mistaken.

 His desire, like his curiosity about her body, had proved insatiable. And, although the second and third time they made love it was not with the stunning speed of the first, it was still fiercely, gloriously energetic. He encouraged a boldness in her that she hadn't known she possessed. 

He made her feel unutterably sexy, as if she was the only woman in the world who could satisfy his lavish appetite for lovemaking, and he devoted and demanded the same kind of single-minded commitment to creating pleasure that he did to his more worldly objectives. In short, he was every bit the fantastic lover she had imagined he was.

Y/n smiled to herself as she sipped her coffee. Was this a case of being hoist by her own petard? If so, everyone should have such a virile executioner! 

"You look quite disgustingly smug." 

 Henry had showered, brought her coffee and toast in bed and casually dressed in front of her with the ease of a man who was thoroughly satisfied with himself and the world in general.

"You're looking fairly smug yourself," she answered boldly. 

"Making love in the morning obviously suits us both and in the evening, and at night. By the way, what are you doing at lunchtime?" Y/n couldn't stop blushing and Henry smirked.

 She wasn't that bold - yet.

 If she and Henry were lovers for long she didn't doubt that she could become very, very brazen. 

"Eating," she said repressively. 

Henry refused to be repressed. "you're a wicked, decadent woman." He leaned over and tugged at the sheet that was tucked over her breasts and down to her waist. Y/n squeaked and held out her cup, afraid she would spill some of the hot liquid as he bent to lightly kiss her rosy softness. 

" is all of you on the menu, or just selected divine parts?" 

"You're a glutton!" Y/n murmured weakly, closing her eyes, shivering at the tingling pleasure his delicately teasing tongue evoked. 

"Ouch!" Henry winched, The coffee having splashed onto his cheek as y/n unconsciously let the coffee cup slip.

"Serves you right." She didn't pull up the sheet, sitting primly among the crumbs and cotton sheets, deliciously aware of the contrast between her nudity and his dark, formal suit as he moved away. 

He had told her he had an early meeting --one reason for the necessity to rouse her just after dawn by making love to her sleepy, languorous body. 

Waking up to find Henry inside her was just one of the new, fresh pleasures of life! 

"Will you meet me for lunch? This meeting should be over by then." He straightened his tie in front of the mirror then walked back to her.

"If you want me to…" He cupped her chin, reminding her of the way he had refused to allow her to hide from him last night.

 "I want you to. Make no mistake about that, y/n. I have no regrets. None." 

"Good." She lifted her chin and tried for a little of the sophistication he was no doubt used to. "I wouldn't like to think that I had disappointed you." 

To her annoyance, he laughed. He straightened, letting his fingers trail down her throat. "There wasn't much chance of that, believe me." 

"Oh, are you so confident of your prowess?" she snapped defensively, feeling suddenly restless and mentative. "You can turn any woman into your personal love machine?" 

He seemed unruffled by her irritable crudity, a strange smile still playing around his lips.

 "On the contrary. I'm afraid I have no basis for comparison." 

"What?" Y/n stared at him blankly.

He scooped up a slice of toast and bit into it. "Couldn't you tell, Y/n? Was my gift such a paltry thing? I thought one's partner could always tell." 

What was he talking about? To her horror, Y/n suddenly realised that, although he had used protection afterwards, that first, rough coming-together had been utterly spontaneous and Henry certainly hadn't held back. Did he purposely try to get her pregnant? Was he not really the man she thought he was? No- that couldn't be it. 

 "What gift? T-tell- me. what?" she stammered, raising her cup to hide the quiver of her mouth, hoping he wasn't going to prove as selfishly arrogant as she suspected!

" Why, that it was my first time, of course." And, as she continued to stare at him uncomprehendingly over the top of the cup, his smile gentled into a tender warmth. "You were my initiation, Y/n. I gave you my virginity, you gave me my manhood." 

And, leaving her gasping and choking with shocked disbelief, a pool of hot coffee soaking into the sheets around her, he calmly turned and walked out of the house, a new found pride in his stomach and so much more to be discovered.

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