#going to host- its almost the same fit- just slightly more faded and washed out

[friendzoned61]

Bim Trimmer, the Author, and the Host!

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[superbadassnatural]

Bound to Happen

Summary: Sam and Y/N decided to make the most of their time when Dean left the room to get breakfast. Pairing: Sam x Reader Word count: 2,278 Warnings: smut, fingering, lil bit of oral (fem rec), protected sex, getting caught A/N: this was written for “SPN Bi-Weekly Writing Challenge” hosted by @supernatural-jackles​. The prompts are bolded Hope you enjoy it! Oh and the gif is mine :)

Long fingers ghosted over your waist, sending a shiver down your spine as you arouse. His touch descended to your bare thigh, tracing up and down your side. He nuzzled into the curve of your neck.

“Good morning,” his lips curled into a smile against your skin.

“G’ morning,” you beamed.

Eyes fluttering open, you took in the orange-ish hue from the few rays of sunshine that struggled to get past the curtains. You let out a sigh, knowing that eventually, you’d have to get up to go out and ask questions about the missing victims. You were so comfortable like this with his arms wrapped around you. It almost made you forget you were in a motel room and not in your comfy bedroom.

Sam’s hands wandered up your body in a feathery-like touch. His palm cupped your breast, fingers kneading your nipple through the soft fabric of your oversized t-shirt. He nuzzled into the curve of your neck, kissing your skin and pulling your body closer to his. You had to repress a moan when you felt his growing erection against your ass.

“Sam,” you called him in a whisper and he hummed against your skin. “We can’t.”

“Of course we can.”

“Dean’s right there next to us.”

“He’s not here anymore. He’s out for breakfast. ‘Sides, it’s about time for him to start booking another room for himself,” he said. “We have the room just to ourselves until he gets back. Guess we should do something about it, right?”

“Yeah, we definitely should.”

You grinned as you turned to him. His hazel eyes twinkled when they fell on your face. With arms wrapping around his neck, you pulled him even closer to you. Your lips searched their way to his, but you stopped midtrack.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, slightly confused.

“I’ve got morning breath,” you grimaced, crinkling your nose.

“So what? I couldn’t care less about that.”

He captured your lips in a soft, passionate kiss. You hovered above him, straddling his hips. His strong hands gripped your hips firmly as he deepened the kiss. His tongue found its course inside your mouth, delving into it. The demanding press and pull of his lips caused you to moan and buck your hips as a heat started to grow in your stomach.

Once you parted, Sam pulled your grey shirt over your shoulders and hovered you onto your back. His lips crashed on the curve of your neck. Your hands flew to his hair, fingers playing with his silky strands. He planted open-mouthed kisses on your skin, his teeth scraping against it teasingly. His soft lips sucked the skin on your neck hard enough to leave a mark. You whimpered when he released it and placed a kiss over it.

His lips traveled down your collarbone, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses. Goosebumps roused all over your body as you shut your eyes. Sam enveloped your hardened nipple in his mouth whilst his right hand cupped your breast and kneaded the other bud. A low moan made its way past your lips as his tongue circled your nipple, your hands flying to his head. He released it with a loud pop and kept on worshiping your body. His lips brushed every patch of your skin torturously.

The need to have him grew stronger with every passing second. You were sure your underwear was soaked with your arousal. He groaned when you rocked your hips against him, but placed his hand on your hip bone to stop you.

“Stop teasing,” you nearly whined. “I need you.”

“Soon, baby,” he said as he reached for the waistband of your panties. “Soon.”

He pressed his lips to your covered clit and you had to bite down a moan. His finger trailed along the soaked fabric of your lace panties.

“God, you’re so wet right now,” he beamed, pulling your underwear down your legs. “You’re dripping, baby,” he purred at the sight of your glistening cunt.

“Please,” you cried out.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” Sam chuckled before inserting a finger inside you.

Teasingly, he thrusted one digit only to make you crave for more. His lips planted soft kisses on the inside of your thighs as he dipped another finger inside you. He never picked up his pace. Always the same slow and almost lazy pace. You gasped when his lips met your clit. He kissed it gently. His tongue teased your most sensitive part as his long fingers drove faster inside you.

“Fuck, Sam,” you moaned as his tongue flicked over your bundle of nerves.

“You like the way I flick my tongue?” He purred, glancing up at you. A shiver ran throughout your entire body.

“Yes!”

Sam smirked. His lips locked around your clit, giving it a hard suck. You threw your head back into the pillow, eyes clenched shut as a fire started to pool in your abdomen. Your hands slapped to the back of his head and he groaned. Fingers gripped his silky locks, trying to pull him even closer. He alternated between sucking and flicking his tongue over your throbbing clit. Your legs closed around him as he curled his fingers, hitting your sweet spot with precision.

“Oh, god. Please, Sam,” you said through ragged breaths. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna-“

Sam slammed his fingers inside you, squelching noises echoing through the room. His lips sealed around your clit and he sucked for dear life. Your whole body started to tremble as orgasm rippled through you. Your hand flew to your mouth to muffle your screams, but he slapped it away. You cried out his name as your body went still. A different kind of electricity running through your veins.

He lapped at your cunt until you rode out your orgasm. Your walls tightened around his unceasing fingers. Sam let out a groan when you pulled at his hair.

“Fuck,” you gasped as you came down from your high.

Your eyes were still closed when Sam climbed up to meet your face. He smiled, taking in your features. Your lips slightly parted, sucking the air in. Eyes clenched shut under knitted brows. Beads of sweat graced your forehead.

He brushed his glistening fingers over your mouth. Your tongue darted out to meet his skin. Gripping his wrist, you tasted the remains of your release on his slender fingers, circling your tongue around them and sucking slightly. Sam groaned, clenching his eyes shut.

You pulled away from his fingers, eyes fluttering open to meet his face. Lust blown hazel eyes locked in your dazed ones. You captured his lips into a demanding, bruising kiss. Your tongue nearly fucking his mouth. Sam let out a low moan. Before he could pull away, you sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, causing him to thrust his hips against you.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he moaned.

“God, I’m beat,” you sighed.

“Oh, you are?” You nodded playfully, fingers removing the few strands that insisted on sticking to his damped forehead. “That’s too bad, ‘cause I’m not nearly done with you.”

“Well, that’s a good thing,” you chuckled. “So go on, Mr. Fuck-me-into-oblivion.”

“Mr what now?”

“Oh, shut up. I don’t know where that came from either.”

“You are one of a kind, Y/N,” he chuckled, hazel eyes staring back at you lovingly.

“I know, I know,” you scoffed. “So are you gonna fuck me before or after your brother gets back with breakfast?”

“Both?” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes as Sam tugged down his sweatpants along with his boxers. His cock sprung free, the head glistening with precum. Your eyes widened. He was painfully hard. His hands fumbled over the nightstand in search of his wallet. He picked the condom and once he opened the wrapper, he rolled it down his length. He leaned over you, pecking your lips in a sweet kiss. Your hand traveled down between your bodies, reaching for his cock. His tip circled your entrance before entering your channel slowly.

“Shit,” a whimper escaped your lips as he pushed inside you to the hilt. His massive cock stretching your walls to the fullest to fit him.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “So tight.”

He pulled his hips back in a torturous pace, sliding almost completely out of you, but leaving only the tip in your pussy. Sam slammed into you, causing your body to jerk and a squeak to leave your lips. He smiled. He’d never get tired of seeing you react to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers curling into his hair. The heavenly scent of his body wash filled your nostrils.

Sam drove in and out of you at the same calculated pace. Enough to drive you crazy. Not enough to make you come already. His lips captured every square inch of your skin.

“Please,” you trailed off, not even sure of what you were begging for.

“What is it that you want, baby?” He mumbled against the clammy skin of your chest.

“Faster, Sam,” you cried out. “Please.”

Sam pounded into you and a gasp left your mouth. His hips snapped against yours. The sound of flesh slapping flesh mixed with labored breaths and loud, lust-crazed moans. Your hips bucked, meeting him thrust after thrust. With each slam of his hips against yours, the headboard thumped on the wall. Sam dipped his head to capture one of your nipples into his mouth as his hand traveled to where your bodies met. His thumb circulated your throbbing clit, sending small shocks through your body. He knew you were close.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, forcing him to go even deeper. Sam hit your sweet spot and you cried out. He slammed inside you, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix. His thrusts became sloppy and erratic.

“F-fuck, Sam,” his name left your lips in a broken scream as you raked your nails across his back.

Your body dissolved into pleasure and you shattered beneath him, back arching off the bed. Your orgasm rippled through you. Your vision nearly faded to black as your walls clenched tight around him.

“Oh fuck, Y/N,” he came with a broken cry.

His head nuzzled into the curve of your neck as his hips kept grinding against yours. His cock twitched before he spilled his seed into the condom. Sam’s body went rigid, crashing against yours. Pleasure overflowed his senses.

He laid on top of you as he waited for his breath to even. You ran your fingers through his hair and waited for the same thing. Both of you were worn out and you hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet.

“God, I’m pretty sure I blacked out for a second,” you giggled a little cum-drunk.

“I think I’ve flooded out the condom,” he chuckled.

Your fingers moved to trace up and down his spine. Both of you held each other close. You couldn’t find it in you to let go of him and get out of bed. You were so lost in that bliss that you didn’t even notice the door swing open.

“Good morning, sleepyheads,” Dean strode inside the room. “I’ve brought- oh shit!”

Sam moved fast out of you and threw the blanket over your bodies. Your eyes fell on Dean who had his back turned to you now.

“Get the hell out,” you yelled. Dean got out of the room as fast as he got in.

You glanced at your side to find Sam blushing in embarrassment. A hysterical laugh made its way past your lips and your boyfriend only covered his face with his hands, still processing everything that happened.

“I can’t believe this just happened.”

“Well, I can,” you gushed between giggles and he eyed you. “This was bound to happen, Sam. I’m surprised it took this long.”

“This is so embarrassing.”

“Stop, it isn’t that bad.”

“You’re only saying this because he isn’t your brother,” he said. “God, I can’t believe my brother just saw my naked ass.”

“Well, technically this wasn’t the first time he saw-“

“You’re not helping, you know that?”

“Who do you think that changed your diapers, Sam? Who wiped your ass when you were a kid?” You nearly exclaimed as you tried to make your point. “It surely wasn’t John.”

“I know, I know,” he sighed. “But this still is embarrassing as fuck.”

“I never said it wasn’t.”

“How am I gonna look him in the eye after this?”

“Argh, you’re such a drama queen.” ————

“You guys should have put a sock on the doorknob or something,” Dean grumbled as you climbed on the backseat of the impala.

“Maybe if you start getting your own room, then things like that won’t happen again,” you shrugged.

Sam didn’t say a word. He still was too embarrassed to dare to speak anything and have his brother making fun of him.

“There’s no need for me to do that! We’d only spend more money!”

“The money is fake,” you corrected.

“Sam and I had a code, Y/N,” he said, starting the engine. “If there’s a sock on the doorknob, then you must find somewhere else to sleep.”

“Yeah, ‘cause every time you were going at it, there was a sock on the doorknob,” Sam scoffed.

“C’mon, you were a kid. You don’t even remember that.”

“Unfortunately, I do.”

“Consider that as a payback, Dean,” you beamed. “Oh, and if you don’t start getting your own room from now on, then you’ll wake up to some very loud moans and skin on skin noises,” his eyes widened at the threat. “Trust me, they’ll haunt you for the rest of your life.”

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[crystalgirl259]

The Flame and the Dragon Ch14

Chapter 14: The Greetings

Kai awoke with a start from his dreamful slumber, temporarily forgetting where he was. He tried to sit but found himself pinned in place by a weight on his chest. His first instinct was to panic, but he controlled himself and slowly looked down at the weight constricting his breathing only to find a passed-out blue fox sprawled out on top of him, snoring loudly. Kai groaned as he gently scooped the slumbering creature in one arm, and used the other to push himself into a sitting position.

Jay really needed to start taking dieting more seriously.

Kai carefully moved the furry creature onto his lap. His back arched as he stretched his arms and back, before falling back against the soft pillows. Despite his desire to hate his new home, he couldn't recall the last time he had slept so well and it seemed neither had his companions. He chuckled noticing the sprawled blue fox on his lap. He also saw the werebear sprawled on the end of the bed, the centaur blissfully snoring on one of the spare pillows and the troll curled up in a nest he made.

Once they had found Kai's room through the endless labyrinth of hallways the elder insisted they stay with him, if only to ease his boredom.

He'd managed to worm it out of them that many of the stories surrounding the castle's former monarch were true. Each servant had a special position in the castle. He'd been especially grateful to Echo for the lovely room upon learning he was responsible for the room's décor. The three had been awake talking for an hour, by the time Ronin arrived. At first, the troll seemed reluctant to intrude on the conversation, but Kai convinced him otherwise and before long it was as if the five had known each other for years.

He hadn't recalled when he fell asleep or who had fallen asleep first, all he'd known was he never felt so accepted.

He smiled and shivered. Realizing he was naked under the blankets, he looked around for the clothes he'd discarded. Instead, he found a neatly folded pile of silk and a single parchment written in black ink. Forgetting Jay was on his lap, he leaned over and froze when the blue fox rolled over and was torn between laughing or sighing when the furry creature clenched the comforter in its little claws and snored loudly. Kai snatched the parchment and scanned it over, not letting the blanket slip from his grasp.

Dearest Kai,

I see you've acquainted yourself with my staff, though unfortunately not the ones I insisted you acquaint yourself with first. I've already told the tailor and seamstresses to meet you as soon as you awake and have provided you with some necessities. I suggest you put them on and bathe before their arrival in order to avoid any unnecessary embarrassment. I've already asked Harumi to have that coat fitted for you, I do hope you enjoy it.

Sincerely, Dragon Lord Cole

Kai was once again torn between growling in anger or embarrassment. It didn't take him long to realize the necessities his host had provided were a burgundy silk robe and a pair of undergarments. He slipped them on and tied the robe tightly, feeling the tightness against his stomach, before he lied back against the bed with his legs dangling forward, the sinking of his weight barely touching the slumbering creatures. He wondered what he had gotten himself into as he felt his eyes flutter closed.

"Ah, good your awake." A new voice suddenly said. Kai's eyes flew open and he sat up with such haste the sudden bounce of the bed, shook all four creatures into wakefulness. Kai's eyes widened as a snickering pale green-skinned woman with long white hair and pointed ears stood before him. Her arms crossed over her chest, though instead of hands and feet, talons replaced them and green wings erupted from her arms.

"I was starting the Master had to kiss you to wake you up." She snickered. Too shocked to think clearly and unsure what else to do, Kai screamed loudly. The harpy blinked, before taking in her current form and laughed brightly.

"Sorry, I forgot." She snickered before a pale green flash surrounded her, turning her skin pale pink and her previous sharp eyes into large emeralds, and instead of wings a green dress covered her form. "That better?" She smiled. Still frozen and unsure how to react, Kai nodded, mutely.

"Uh... who are you?" He asked, torn between confusion and shock.

"Harumi Jade, at your service." She smiled proudly with a slight bow in her step. "And you must be Kai, then, our new guest?"

"Yes," Kai replied, while the four creatures on the bed faded to their human forms, stretching and rubbing their eyes off the mist of sleep.

"Harumi, what are you doing here?" Nelson yawned. "Did Pixel send you?"

"Relax, I'm here because our guest needs to meet the rest of his staff and the Master wanted to make sure we took care of his wardrobe." She smiled, taking in Kai's attire. "As lovely as you look in that you can't go around in nothing but a bathrobe can you?" She asked as she leaned forward with a playful wink and made a gesture to Kai's attire. Realizing for the first time he was still wearing only the silk robe, Kai went crimson.

"Do you mind!" He snapped, though the hard blush on his face made the threat impossible to take it seriously.

"You are feisty." She smiled and patted his head, earning a growl of annoyance from Kai. "We need someone lively around here." She smiled, before walking over to the wardrobe and pulled out a large, fluffy white towel, and gently tossed it to him. Before Kai had time to question her, she grabbed his arm and pulled him with such haste he almost stumbled out of the bed much to his embarrassment.

"Hey! What are you-?" He demanded before suddenly finding himself shoved into a joint bathroom he hadn't noticed upon his first arrival.

"You get into the bath and wash up while I get the rest of my co-workers so we can get everything prepared; what kind of hosts would we be if we let you go around in nothing but your birthday suit? Now in you go." She ordered and at this point, he wasn't sure if he should be annoyed, angered, or embarrassed. Too confused to notice the room, he leaned against the door and released a sigh he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Growing up and having been raised to be headstrong and independent, the overly eccentric maid suddenly mothering him felt strange.

Techniques for dealing with domestic servants felt completely inappropriate for the eccentric staff that insisted on seeing to his domestic needs.

A loud knock made him jump.

"Kai, are you alright?" Echo asked.

"Yes, I'm fine." He replied calmly. "Just... not used to all this attention." He admitted.

"Sorry about that, you'll have to forgive Mai; she's always like this when we have guests." Jay snickered.

"She likes to take her job as head seamstress very seriously," Echo added. "Do you need any help?"

"I'll be alright." He replied, deciding to finally get down to the actual task of bathing, realizing he hadn't had a proper bath in almost two days. He placed the towel on a wicker basket in the corner. The washroom carried an identical baroque style to the room it joined. The smooth floor beneath his feet was pale gold and cream marble. His eyes scanned the rest of the room. The room itself wasn't a rectangular shape but curved slightly and had four interlocking parts.

The two side walls were pale yellow to match the floor but curved slightly to meet the front and back walls like a cylinder.

A large changing wall with bronze curtains stood against the wall with a wood table on either side lit with a dark metal candle holder. On the opposite wall hung an enormous full-length black mirror. Next to him against the only flat wall was a large black framed vanity with a glass top and a stunning silver mirror hanging above it. Several desk-like stands for a variety of brushes, perfume, and fragrance bottles, herbs, and other toiletries, a toilet sat in the far corner.

The wall was a polished black stone.

The gold and crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. A large window embedded in the stone let light into the room. In front of it, sat an enormous porcelain tub with black clawed feet that sank into the stone of the floor. It was large enough for Kai to lay out his entire body, with brass pipes coiling from the floor up the side and around a bronze wheel and over the side, for adding water. The steam rising from the murky surface and the mountains of bubbles revealed someone had already set the bath for him.

Smiling, Kai undid his robe and set it and the towel on the vanity, before climbing in and sinking into the warm water.

The soothing heat relaxed his entire body until he sank beneath the surface. His entire body felt like he was floating. He closed his eyes and let the stress he'd endured the past few days melt away. Lost in the serene, he pouted when he felt something tap his head. He shot up and threw his head back, his hair falling back like a veil, sending a wave of water behind him. He turned around and was shocked at the sight behind him. Harumi, still in her human form, and his four servants, in their creature forms, stood drenched and dripping.

Biting back a laugh, Kai opened his mouth to ask what had happened, until he remembered himself resurfacing, sending a wave of water behind him.

"Sorry about that." He snickered, watching as Jay and Echo tried to shake themselves dry. This made Jay's hair stand up like a puffball. Unable to hold it back any longer, Kai burst out laughing.

"Hey!" Jay glared, though it was impossible to see through the storm of fuzz.

"You could've warned us before you decided to get us all wet." Ronin snapped, drying himself off on Kai's towel and doing the same thing to Nelson.

"Oh leave him be." Harumi smiled, brushing her damp white hair behind her, before turning to her new guests. "The boys just wanted to show you how to get more hot water." She explained, walking over to the bronze pipes at the end of the tub and turned one of the bronze wheels. A loud gurgling echoed through the walls, followed by a wrenching stench that made Kai wince.

"What the hell is that?" He demanded.

"Natural hot springs, there's a bunch of them under this castle," Jay explained, managing to tame his fur. Before Kai could question further, a wave of hot water was suddenly uplifted over his head, followed by a sudden rush of fingers and scrubbing across his mass of hair.

"Hey! What the-?"

"Wow, you have so much hair." Harumi mused as she continued soaping him down, paying particular attention to the large mane of brown hair that had fallen up the top of his head. "Ronin go make sure the others don't go overboard, Echo go get me another brush, Jay, stop worrying about you're fur and get over here." She commanded and the second the blue fox hit the floor another wave of water-drenched him as Kai battled the woman intent on washing him.

"Hold still." She snapped.

"I can wash my own body thank you," Kai growled, only to be silenced by Harumi heaving another basin of water over his head.

"I'm sorry about this, Kai." Nelson apologized, shaking his tiny claws. "I told you Harumi takes her job seriously." He tried to soothe the growling teen. Before Harumi could attack him again, Kai stood from the tub with his hands balled into fists at his sides and was about to say something but a towel in his face silenced him.

"Have you no shame!" She scolded, motioning to the teen's naked form standing in the middle of the tab. Kai glared at her as he wrapped the towel around himself.

"Why should I be ashamed of my body? Besides, you're the one who charged in here after I said I didn't need help, thank you." He replied, trying to be civil. Harumi ran a hand through her bangs. Something between a smile and a smirk curled across her face.

"I never thought I'd live to see the day Shade was right, you are feisty." She smiled and handed him his robe. "Sorry about that, but you know I can't have our guest going around covered in grime." She answered a bit milder. "Once you're finished, the rest of my staff would like to meet you and fix your wardrobe."

"I'm fine, really," Kai replied, unused to the attention.

"You're in a towel, and the seamstresses will be crushed if you denied them a chance at a new project for the first time in years." She grinned and Kai sighed in defeat.

"Alright, alright, you win."

"I always do, but please, just call me Harumi." She insisted, flashing a playful smile.

"Only if you can convince everyone else here to just call me Kai since word seems to spread extremely fast here." He smirked.

"Of course, and you can't blame us, you're the best news we've had in over a century, now make haste!" She smiled, before dashing from the room, grabbing Echo, Nelson, and a still drenched Jay on her way out. Now he was finally, alone, Kai dried himself off as best he could, tossed the towel in the basket by the tub, and reapplied his robe. He grabbed a brush and did his best to detangle his hair. Once dry, his spikes returned to their natural shape.

Feeling refreshed he took a breath and braced himself for the chaos waiting for him on the other side.

He exhaled and with a swift flick of the wrist, he re-entered his room. His mouth nearly hit the floor. Piles of fabric in many different colors, textures, and designs covered the floors and desk and stacked in piles that almost touched the ceiling even scattered across the bed. A box of various multi-colored threads, some with needles in them and pin cushions sat on the desk and vanity. Another box full of ribbons and other fabrics sat on the dresser and in the hands of a tall girl in a bright purple and red dress with matching wings sprouting from her back.

For a second her skin was white and her hair was silver.

The second he blinked, her wings vanished and her skin was pink but her hair remained silver around her bright green eyes. He recognized Tox by her green hair. She was laughing with the girl while holding a box filled with various silver objects that looked like scissors. A boy with rich brown hair with crimson red sunglasses hiding his eyes. He wore a white and red jumpsuit and he was sat on a pedestal in the middle of the room. Harumi was standing in front of the open wardrobe, pulling out and tossing various things over her shoulder.

Nelson, Jay, Echo, and Ronin all sat on the rim of the bed in order to avoid becoming lost in the chaos.

"What the hell happened here?" Kai blinked, overcome by surprise to say anything else. All eyes suddenly fell on him. Tox and the other girl dashed across the room and grabbed him before he could escape and dragged him across the room to the pedestal, chattering and giggling.

"You were right, Tox, he is perfect! Oh, I can already imagine the wardrobe we can create." The silver-haired girl squeaked.

"I told you, Pixel." Tox agreed while the two gently dropped Kai on the bed, dividing the creatures currently occupied on it. Before they could do anything else, Kai threw them off.

"Who the hell are you and what do you think you're doing!" He demanded.

"I'm the seamstress, of course." Pixel replied, clearly angered by his tone. "Now hold still and let us do our job." She ordered, grabbing a piece of measuring tape.

"You will do no such thing." Kai protested. "I apologize if this puts a damper on your 'fun', but given the fact this is my wardrobe you're making, I think my opinion matters far more than yours." He stated boldly although sarcasm leaked into the beginning. Pixel looked at him like a child suddenly being scolded. Tox burst out laughing.

"I warned you that he was fiery, Pixel," Harumi said over her shoulder, before finally closing the wardrobe. Pixel growled and was about to retort when the boy pulled her behind him.

"That's enough ladies; you're going to smother our guest with all this attention." He half scolded, half-joked, though Pixel pouted angrily anyway, before he turned his attention to the still glaring Kai, and offered a hand for him to shake. "Sorry about them, they're just excited, I'm Griffin, the Tailor, you've already met my apprentice Pixel."

"I'm Kai." The teen smiled, shaking his hand.

"Let's get your wardrobe started shall we?" He smiled and undid the necklaces of tape.

"Listen, I appreciate all this really, I do, but you don't have to—"

"You're wearing a bathrobe." Griffin cut him off. "Neuro said you were independent, but relax, we do this for a living, and I finally get to do something new for a change." He smirked while gently shoving Kai on top of the pedestal at the mercy of Pixel and Tox measuring every part of his body.

"Cole hardly lets us do anything for him anymore." Tox snorted and growled when Kai fidgeted away from her, glaring. "Will you hold still!"

"I can tell you my measurements myself you know."

"Thank you, but we would like to stay as accurate as possible," Griffin explained. "Now anything specific I need to know before we decide what colors and fabrics to use and what to make?" He asked as his eyes scanned Kai's body. "Although, I'm liking a wardrobe of red for you, and I'm also assuming you don't like anything too loose or tight, but something form-fitting?"

"Red is my favorite color, but I've never been picky when it comes to what I wear, I just wear what I like." He explained with a shrug.

"I got just the thing! I have a talent for knowing what people need." He smirked. Once the girls finished measuring Kai, the tailor turned to Harumi with a smirk. She smiled as if the two were speaking a secret language and set out across the labyrinth of fabrics. "Well, red is a definite for you." He said as he pulled out a sheet of scarlet silk and held it up to Kai's face. He hummed in thought and then pulled out the respective color and then choosing the fabrics.

"Silk is perfect for light weather but in this chilly weather you're going to want something light and flexible, but still warm." He said as he tossed several different fabrics over his shoulder, the objects all floated and unfolded in the air while he pulled out his scissors and cut them with smooth strokes.

"And gold too!" Pixel added, turning to Kai. "It matches your eyes, and I think it'll compliment your skin tone as well."

"And black too! The master loves black!" Tox added, pulling out a black satin material.

"Materials, ladies! Materials!" Griffin howled over his shoulder. "Do you have any specific preferences for pants, Kai?" He asked the brunette. Kai blinked and thought for a moment.

"Just as long as I can move in them, but I do like leather."

"I can do that." He nodded. "We use leather for ridding pants and coats anyway." He said grabbing said materials. "Leather to keep the cold and water out with some soft, velvet or fleece on the inside and you'll have a perfect jacket." He added and turned to Kai again taking his size into account. "I think I'll stick with a knee-length for you, it'll make you look taller, any patterns or such we need to consider?"

"Well I really liked the outfit I had yesterday; anything along those lines will work and I've always been one for the baroque style." He chuckled. Griffin looked like he was about to burst from happiness.

"This is going to be so much fun!" He said ecstatically and dashed about the room grabbing several spools of thread, and fabrics. Between the four of them the room was a tornado of colors and fabrics flying about the room to the point Kai fell back against his bed, suddenly consumed by a wave of dizziness. The four servants all dove behind him, seeking shelter from the torrent.

"Are they always like this?" Kai asked the others.

"We think it gets worse with old age." Ronin replied. A knock on the door suddenly froze the entire room. Servants, clothing workers, fabrics and supplies, and even Kai turned his attention to the door.

"Dinner!" Neuro announced, opening the door, in one hand and holding a large tray in the other. Behind him, an enormous purple unicorn with blazing fiery eyes followed. In any other case, Kai would've found the creature almost shocking but when it answered, balancing a tray of food and drink on her back and even her head and looking like it was mentally struggling to do so, Kai couldn't help but chuckle. He stood up and took the tray from the unicorn's head, and placed it on the bed.

Just in time for a starving Jay, Echo, and Nelson to devour it, while Ronin, valuing his life more than his stomach, remained on the side.

"Thanks, I appreciate that." The unicorn flashed a childish grin. A pale purple light formed around and Ultra Violet remained. "You must be Kai, my name's Ultra Violet." She welcomed, before turning to the servants. "Hey, you three!" She called and the three servants jumped. "Quit stuffing ya faces and help me, we got a guest here!" She scolded. Blushing from their rude manners, Echo and Jay transformed and each grabbed a plate from Violet.

Nelson grabbed the third and offered Kai a cup of tea.

Once her hands were free, Harumi embraced her with a powerful hug.

"Hi, sweety." She laughed proudly. Violet only snickered. Kai blinked, confused by the sudden display of emotion.

"Harumi and Violet are married," Nelson answered his unasked questions. "Don't worry about it, they're always like this."

"Another thing that gets worse with old age." Ronin teased, taking something from Neuro and handing it to Kai. The teen looked down surprised to find the clothed he'd worn when he first arrived clean and neatly folded in the boy's hands.

"Thanks." He smiled graciously and started towards the joint bathroom, with a sigh.

"What's wrong?" Jay asked as he passed by. "And don't say nothing either, because I can see through it."

"It's true, Kai," Neuro said. "Jay makes it his personal job to make sure no one in this castle is distressed."

"Unfortunately, he's had little success with Cole." Echo laughed, then stopped when all eyes turned angrily to him. The centaur shrank back. Kai exhaled and offered up a small smile.

"Look everyone, this is wonderful and I appreciate all this, I truly do, but... this all just so much to take in; I'm just not used to all of this." He admitted, hoping he didn't offend them. The staff had been nothing but kind to him since arrived and making his stay as bearable had possible. Failure to do so was the last thing he wanted them to think. He tensed when he felt someone pat his head. His first instinct was an annoyance for being treated like a child, but strangely it brought him comfort.

He relaxed when he saw Violet with a grin that just radiated happiness.

"Hey no worries, we understand, we're all just ecstatic to have ya here, besides you're our guest! What kind of hosts would we be if we didn't make ya feel welcome here?"

"I have an idea." Ronin perked up. "How about we show you around the castle?"

"Really?" Kai perked up, liking the idea of an enormous castle to explore.

"Sure, even these guys it's gonna take some time to get all this clothes stuff done, and who wants to stay cooped up in here all night."

"And we did promise to show you the library," Nelson added.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Echo jumped up. "Go get dressed and let's go!"

"Thank you!" Kai smiled excitingly and rushed off to change his clothes...

****************

Bansha swore she would lose whatever hearing she had left if she had to listen to Morro for another moment. The Duke had done nothing but scream and scrub the mud and grime from his body since his dreadful mortification at the hands of Kai's brutal rejection. Looking back, perhaps preparing an entire wedding before actually proposing wasn't such a good idea. It was such a shame that the dress would never see the sunlight again.

Though Bansha felt a small comfort knowing the seamstresses had managed to rescue and convert most of the cloth.

"How could he do this to be Bansha!? How!? How could he humiliate me!?" The Duke raved like a spoiled child who was being told 'no' for the first time. He paced back and forth furiously throughout the common room. The heels of his shoes pulled at the knitting of the carpets forming large holes. His gloved hands balled at his sides and he took heavy breathes in failed attempts to calm his raging nerves.

"Who does he think he is!?" He screeched. "That boy, doesn't he realize how lucky, how blessed he is? I would never have had to be so bold if he just got over his shyness and accepted my proposal like he was supposed to! No one says no to me!"

"Kai is a fool for rejecting you, everyone knows that," Bansha said, preparing another cup of tea for when her master's current mood swing finished. The Duke snatched the teacup from the table and clenched it so hard the fragile china almost cracked in his hands.

"Dismissed, rejected! Disgraced! Publicly humiliated!" He screeched throwing the cup into the fire watching with a dark satisfaction as it shattered into a million pieces and melted. In shock and slightly terrified, Bansha hesitated to hand her another cup.

"More tea, my lord?" She asked, trepidation seeping into her voice which made Morro smile, though Bansha couldn't see it. Whoever said it was better to be loved than feared clearly never knew the luxuries of a high-ranking position.

"No." He dismissed her request harshly. A timid knock on the door halted another howling. "Come in!" Morro demanded thundering. A servant entered the room, clearly intimidated.

"M-My lord, the e-eldest and youngest S-Smiths are here t-to see you." She stuttered.

"Did they say what for? Speak!" Morro demanded.

"They said something about Mr. Kai and that they must speak with you urgently." The servent replied and Morro smirked victoriously.

"Come Bansha! It seems Nya has finally seen the wisdom behind my request." The duke said, practically radiated arrogance as he skipped from the room, with a timid Bansha behind him. Morro practically flew down the staircase, giddy to see what Nya had to tell him, but his pride transformed to confusion once he met with the two siblings. Both were still standing on the front porch, panting as if they'd been running for hours. Their clothes were a mess and splotched with mud and their hair was a mess.

Neither of them looked as if they'd bathed or changed their clothes since they left.

"Whatever has happened to you too?" Bansha asked, clearly concerned, while Morro only looked horrified that they'd dare come see him in such a state.

"Morro!" Lloyd cried as he bolted to him before Nya could stop him. "You have to help, he-he-he has Kai! That thing has my big brother! He's got him locked in a tower or a dungeon or somewhere!" The boy blabbered his voice choked with tears and fear to speak coherently. Morro brushed him off in disgust.

"What are you talking about." The Duke snapped, though paid attention once he heard Kai's name somewhere in the babble.

"Who has Kai?" Bansha asked, placing a gentle hand on Lloyd's shoulders.

"A dragon! A cruel terrible dragon!" He announced as if the very word would bring doom. Morro and Bansha froze. Just as Morro looked as if he would burst out laughing Nya stepped in.

"It's true! While we were lost in the storm, we found his castle, he trapped us there, Kai offered to exchange himself for our freedom! He's still trapped there with that monster! We have to save him! You're the only one that can help us!" Nya exclaimed. She hated herself at that moment and for having no choice but to swallow her pride and morals and everything else her family taught her and go crawling to the one person she despised more than anything on earth.

But Kai was in danger and her pride could burn in hell if it meant Kai's freedom.

As much as she hated herself for doing so, she knew Morro's desire for Kai was the only hope they had. Morro burst out laughing.

"A dragon? I think you've finally read one too many fairy tales; now what is the real reason you're here?" The Duke laughed.

"It's the truth, Morro!" Lloyd cried in fear for his brother.

"I'm sure you're just imagining things, Kai probably just decided to follow you and got lost in the woods," Bansha reassured the boy.

"No dammit!" Nya howled, shocking everyone by the force behind her voice. "My twin brother is the prisoner of a monster who is doing God knows what to him as we speak! I would never come to you of all people if it wasn't serious Morro! Please help us rescue him!" She begged. The force and truthfulness behind Nya's voice were shocking, but Morro looked past it the second he heard the insult.

"I've heard enough of this!" The Duke thundered and snapped his fingers for his guards. "Gentlemen please, escort these two off my estate." He ordered and like toy soldiers, the two men took each of them by the arm and dragged them towards the door.

"Dammit, Morro, listen to us!" Nya roared in anger and desperation.

"Please! Helo Kai!" Lloyd cried out all the way until the guards slammed the doors in their faces. The guards then bowed to their master and left.

"I wonder what could've happened to cause such a scene." Bansha wondered aloud.

"They've gone mad! Why else would they go about screaming about dragons?" Morro snapped.

"But they sounded so scared, and it isn't like Kai to run off and cause his family such distress; he'd do anything for those two." Bansha countered. Morro snorted at the remark, determined to remain angered. Even if the Smiths were telling the truth, it was only fitting he refused them. They were, after all, the only obstacle between him and his precious Kai after all. A dark realization suddenly filled his mind, making him pause.

"My lord?" Bansha asked, noticed her master's sudden change in demeanor. A shiver froze her to the core as she caught the duke's smile.

"You're absolutely right, Bansha," Morro spoke with a dark, almost malicious laugh. "Kai would do anything for those two."...

[sweetwhumpandhellacomf]

Nachtperle 3

Part 2

TW: Emeto, dead animal

Taglist: @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight, @pepperonyscience, @rosavirgoart

After his breakfast of rabbit and roots, Fritz finds the tinderbox and takes it and the oil lantern to the entrance of the cave. He shuts off the flame and sets both just under the overhang so he can find them later, and sets to finding himself a sturdy stick.

There are plenty to choose from scattered around the area in front of the cave. He finds one that would be just perfect, if he can figure out how to whittle the grip to be more comfortable. As it is, it still helps ease the weight off his bad knee.

With his new cane, Fritz sets to exploring, though he doesn’t wander too far. The clearing in front of the cave is something like a front garden, and he realizes that there are rows of herbs and forest fruit and vegetables tucked against the treeline. There’s even a fence to keep pests out. He smiles, marvelling at how human the guardian actually is.

The day passes slowly, with nothing to keep Fritz busy once he’s explored the outer perimieter of the guardian’s home. He feels it would be rude to snoop around inside without his host’s permission, so he simply finds a shady patch of grass and sits for hours, daydreaming and remembering stories to entertain himself. When he gets hungry, he goes back inside to finish off his breakfast; then it’s back out to wait out the hours.

Close to dusk, he hears approaching voices, and he hurries to his feet to duck around the corner of the cave. If someone’s bringing a sacrifice, maybe the Nachtperle won’t go out hunting tonight--maybe he can ask them some questions, learn more about them.

“You sure it’ll eat it?” The voice is faint, incredulous, feminine. “It’s already dead.”

“It’s just an animal,” someone answers, indifferent, slightly annoyed. “Animals eat carcasses they find all the time.” Fritz feels offended, realizing this person doesn’t have the same reverence for the guardian as he does. “Easier for us this way, too. C’mon, let’s go before it wakes up.”

He waits for the voices to fade before peeking out again. Even if they don’t respect the Nachtperle, they still left a sacrifice--a slaughtered sheep, dropped on the offering stone. That puts him a bit more at ease. He picks up the lantern and lights it, heading back inside to wait for them to wake up.

The Nachtperle stirs not long after Fritz has seated himself at the rough kitchen table, and he hears them yawning and stretching. “Good evening,” he calls softly, smiling when their big yellow eyes turn to him.

“Good evening?” they repeat, curious, through another yawn. “What is meaning?”

“It’s... a greeting,” Fritz says. “If it was morning, I’d say good morning.”

They hum and nod, plopping themself down on the other log bench. “Mm. Evening. Good evening.”

Fritz smiles again. “Some people came to deliver a sacrifice,” he says. “It’s already slaughtered.”

The guardian’s pointed ears perk up and their pupils widen with excitement. They hop back up to their feet and skitter outside, leaving Fritz to laugh behind his hand. He instinctively averts his eyes when they return, lugging the carcass with them--it’s still improper to watch a guardian take its sacrifice. “Eat good!” they say, beaming at Fritz with sharp teeth as they drag it into another chamber.

Fritz lights a few more lanterns as he waits, brightening the main room so both he and the Nachtperle can see better. His stomach growls, but he resists the urge to rummage for food--it seems impolite, especially if the guardian is going to cook something. And before long, they return with two skinned mutton legs, and Fritz sits down to watch them cook.

They’ve clearly been fending for themself for a long time, he realizes, seeing them add wood to a firepit before taking the tinderbox and lighting it. They tie the mutton to some string hanging from a slightly charred wooden frame, and then they hurry outside, tail swishing eagerly. Fritz’s stomach growls again as he smells the meat cooking, and even more when he sees that the guardian is sprinkling fresh herbs onto it.

“Hungry too,” they say, grinning and patting their stomach. “Animal is good. Tasty meat, warm fur. Good sacrifice.”

Fritz nods in agreement. “Do you have a name?” he asks suddenly. They blink at him, surprised, and tilt their head.

“Name?” They hum and scratch at their scales. “What is?”

“Oh, a name is...” Fritz is stunned, trying to decide how to explain it. “A name is what others call you. My name is Fritz.”

“Frrrr-its,” the guaridan repeats, trilling the “r”. Fritz grins and nods. “Close enough. What’s your name?”

They hum and shake their head. “Am not called, have no name.”

That’s... sad, for some reason, to Fritz. “We call you something, where I came from,” he says. “We call you the Nachtperle, because your eyes in the sky at night look like pearls.”

“Nnnocked--perluh?”

“Nachtperle,” he repeats more slowly. “Can I call you that?”

The guardian mutters the name a few more times to themself, pacing and checking on the meat. “Can call--Perle. Easier.”

“Perle.” It seems so intimate, calling the guardian something like that. “Alright, Perle, I will call you that.”

They grin again and nod. “Perle. Like that. Frrrrits, and Perle.”

He can’t help but giggle at how they say his name. They turn back to the meat, watching it closely as it continues to cook. “Can I ask you something, Perle?” he asks.

“Mm?”

“Do you have--clothing, that I could borrow? Maybe offerings? I know it would be rude to take them, since they were offered to you. But I don’t have any other clothes.”

“Clothing? Yes, have clothing. Will get. Not let meat burn.” Perle scampers off into another tunnel in the cave without waiting for an answer. They return shortly with a heap of rumpled clothes, dropping them onto the floor. “Clothing!”

“Oh, good heavens,” Fritz says, almost laughing. “That’s so much. Are you sure I can take what I need?”

“Yes, take,” Perle encourages, tail swishing. “Do not wear. Feet, wings, destroy clothing.”

Fritz nods; he can see how that would happen, those talons and massive wings. “Thank you, Perle,” he says earnestly, limping over to start looking through the pile. “This means a lot.”

They hum and nod, then turn back to the meat again. Fritz finds some sets that look like they’ll fit, and he takes them into the entry tunnel to get changed. He feels much better, wearing clean--if a bit dusty and wrinkled--clothes. Maybe he can find somewhere to wash them off, and wash himself off as well. He puts aside a few other pieces of clothing and returns to the main chamber with a small stack balanced in one arm.

Perle has already taken one of the mutton legs off the fire and is enthusiastically tearing into it, devouring large strips of meat with contented trilling noises. Their tail is swishing behind them like a dog’s, and Fritz finds himself smiling as he puts his new clothes to the side.

The speed of their tail slows, though, and so does the speed of their eating. Fritz stills, watching as Perle drops the half-eaten leg onto the table, their already large pupils dilating further. “Hurts,” they mutter, clutching at their stomach. “Hu-urts--”

“Perle?” Fritz hurries to their side, looking at them, then the meat. “What hurts?”

“Hurts!” they wail, stumbling away from the table and landing on all fours, convulsing and struggling to stay up.

Fritz’s eyes widen as he realizes. “Poison,” he breathes. “Perle, you have to throw up!”

Perle shudders and digs their fingers into the stone, their claws scraping awfully on the rough surface. Fritz seems to have gotten through to them, though, because they start retching, beating their wings erratically; he has to jump back to avoid being hit, and he stumbles when his bad knee tries to give out. With a sickening noise, they empty their meal onto the stone floor, leaving them gasping and panting.

“Perle?” Fritz askes tentatively. “Perle, did that help?”

“nnngh.” They clumsily stumble away from their sick, falling on their side a yard away. Fritz hurries next to them, crouching down and putting a hand to their bare chest. Their heart’s still beating, if too fast, and they’re still breathing, still conscious. He breathes a sigh of relief and sinks down to sit next to them.

After a few moments of heavy breathing accented with the crackle of the fire, Perle tries to stand again. “What are you doing?” Fritz asks, grabbing hold of one clammy arm.

“Have--clean,” they mutter, their voice weak.

“I’ll clean it up,” Fritz says, standing as well. “You need to rest. You look dreadful.”

“D-dread--?”

“Bad,” Fritz says quickly. “Very bad and sick.” He takes Perle’s scaly hand and starts to lead them over to the sheepskin bed, and is surprised when they comply. “Cooking the meat probably saved your life. It got rid of most of the poison.”

“Mmmn.” Perle nods sluggishly, dropping down onto the wooly bedding. “Stay.”

“Huh?”

“Want... Fritz, stay,” they repeat, clinging onto his hand even as he tries to pull it away. “Protect.”

Fritz doesn’t think he can do much protecting. But he nods, sitting down next to Perle and letting them nestle up against his thigh. “I’ll protect you, Perle. Just rest.”

Perle nods, their eyes slowly closing as they drop off into unconsciousness.

[brownhardyho]

Roommates - Part Two

Ben X Reader roommate collab series

Part 1

A/N: The brainchild of mine and @wanderlustandsmut’s shared frustration of Ben muthafuckin Hardy. Honest to God, we basically talk daily about Ben so we took this concept to the next level and decided to write about it! Happy reading, enjoy! ;)

Premise: Ben X Reader are roommates and childhood friends. . What happens when their mostly platonic relationship turns sexual??

Warnings: Fluff, smutty goodness: oral (f receiving), fingering, face sitting 

Word count: 2,733 (I went IN, fam)

What the fuck? The inevitable question that always ran through your mind after a night of drinking, which seemingly was also the question of the morning. Not that you were a lightweight when it comes to drinking, not at all. But whiskey does have its uncanny way of messing with you. You groan out in annoyance at the bright sunlight filtering through the curtains and go to stretch out your body but your movement is limited by the warm body that is currently snuggled behind yours. A shirtless body. A body in which his naked chest is touching your almost naked back since the only thing separating you both is your bra and panties. And that’s when it hits you. Ben, your best friend, your roommate, is sleeping peacefully behind you, with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, his face buried in your hair.

As good as it felt to be in Ben’s embrace, the need to pee and get a glass of water was stronger. You were able to slowly, but surely move your body out if his tight hold without waking him from his deep slumber. Your eyes spot this first item of clothing, which happens to be the burgundy button up shirt that Ben wore last night. You put the shirt on to cover your bra and panty clad body because even though you are slightly hungover, you will still have some modesty. You quickly made your way out of the room and into the bathroom just across the hallway.

Just as you washed your hands, your mind was fully awake because memories of last night came flooding through your mind. After that perfect, delicious, effortless kiss that you and Ben shared, you both decided to play a game of Never Have I Ever. “Oh fuck me,” You say to yourself as you look at your reflection in the mirror, remembering a moment of the game.

“Never Have I Ever…. cum from oral,” Ben said in confidence because surely, a gorgeous woman like you had obviously experienced this before. He’s seen you pleasure yourself before, albeit in secret, and he has this feeling in his gut that you are a confident person in the bedroom. His green eyes widened in shock when you didn’t raise your glass.

 “Benny, I have had someone go down on me,” You explain after seeing his expression of disbelief. “But sadly, he did not make me cum.”

You let out a sigh before bending your face down to wash your face of last night’s makeup that still remained. Ben probably thinks I’m a weirdo you say to yourself. And honestly, you are dreading going back into the room because of the slight embarrassment you feel since you can’t remember what other shit went down in last night’s drunken game. “God I hope I didn’t scare him off and make it awkward,” you think to yourself. To distract you from this, you exit the bathroom and head on over downstairs.

Your bare feet patter quietly against the hardwood floors, moving quickly down the stairs and towards the kitchen. You fill two glasses with water and notice a note on the counter, with your brother’s messy scrawl on it.

“Went out to get food, will be back within the hour,” it says. Well at least they’ve got their priorities straight, you think to yourself remembering how you and Ben were complaining that your brothers’ lack of talent at hosting house parties. You down the last bits of the water and bring the second glass with you to give to Ben.

All your previous worries of your and Ben’s friendship changing seem to fade away and are replaced with lust because as soon as you enter the room you are welcomed with the sight of Ben sitting back against the headboard, with his chiseled chest on display, a smirk playing on his lips. Just this damn sight is enough for you to feel your lady bits get all tingly and you clench your thighs together, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by the man looking at you with lustful eyes.

“Good morning,” you smile softly, walking over to the edge of the bed and settling yourself on it, sitting on your knees. “I take it you slept well? Cuz no one should be looking this good after a night like last night… ”

“Like a baby,” Ben answers, his eyes tracing down your body, admiring the way his shirt looks on you. It looks way better on you than on him, in his humble opinion. “You?”

“Well, you know whiskey doesn’t like me,” You make your way to sit next to him and hand over the glass of water. “So it’s your fault that I woke up in this lovely morning feeling like shit.” You tease, wanting to gauge his reaction because boy did you want him to kiss you right now.

And it’s like you’re both on the same wavelength because to that, Ben says “Will a kiss make it better?” after he takes a sip of water before setting the glass down on the side table.

As soon as you nod in agreement, Ben turns to face you, his hand tilting your chin up so your lips can meet his. The kiss started out slow and innocent with pecks here and there. Then not long after, the intensity increased and the atmosphere of the room got more needy when Ben’s tongue swiped up against your lower lip. You open your mouth slightly and your tongues meet, doing a dance, as if to welcome each other.

With your kisses getting more and more greedy by the minute, Ben lays you down on your back so moves your legs apart so he can lay on top of you. He places his forearms on each side of your head, so his bodyweight is supported and not crushing you completely. The warmth of his bare chest against yours is something that makes your mind hazy and your body lit with desire.

“Is this okay, love?” Ben whispers softly into your ear, his lips nipping on that sweet spot just behind your earlobe. You nod frantically, your mind reeling at the feeling of Ben’s hard, fit, body on top of yours and his hardening length creating friction against your clothed pussy. “I need to hear you say it…”

“This is perfectly okay Ben,” you manage before letting out a sigh of relief at the feeling of Ben’s deft fingers unbuttoning his shirt that you are wearing. He places a wet trail of kisses down your chest as he moves down the shirt.

“God, you are so beautiful,” Ben groans out as he looks down at you, with your body laid out beneath him, your breasts perfectly framed by your black, lacy bralette. The look of pleasure on your face and your lust blown eyes take Ben deep into his feels. He just wants to make you moan and he will do anything to make that happen. He nuzzles his face onto your abdomen, nipping and sucking at various spots of the soft skin, inhaling at the sweet scent of you.

“Oh Ben,” you moan lowly, inhaling deeply to somehow calm your racing heartbeats. The feeling of Ben’s lips dancing along your lower stomach, inching closer to the waistband of your underwear, is something that excites you and you can already feel yourself getting wet down there. He moves hands down the curves of your body, the soft but determined touches igniting a fire in your core.

The way you say his name with such desire and the little moans and whimpers that escape your lips are like a damn symphony made specially for Ben. This is heightened to another level because Ben knows that he is responsible for your beautiful sounds this lovely morning. His face is just so close to your clothed pussy, his nose brushing up lightly against your clit, taking in the sweet aroma of you. You were just about to say something to hurry his slow, teasing movements, when you suddenly felt his warm tongue swipe up your clothed, drenched folds, groaning into them as he finally got a little taste of you.

“Ah fuck, Ben,” you let out with a whimper, throwing your head back against the pillows. “That feels so good.”

“You like that, baby?”  Ben moans into your wet core, moving your panties to the side. He lowers his head in even more, the sight of your glistening pussy calling out to Ben to taste. And he does. He dives right in, flattening his tongue and making sweet contact from your opening and gliding it up to your clit. “You’re so wet, for me love. Is this all for me?”

“Oh- yes, Ben, all for you,” you pant out, feeling your body almost reaching that peak. “You made me this wet..” Your feet are digging into the mattress, your hips move up of their own accord towards Ben’s mouth, in dire need of his talented tongue. 

With his tongue making slow circles on your clit, he looks up at you and the sight alone is enough to make him come in his boxer briefs. Your back is arched, your hands in a tight grasp on your clothed breasts, your chest heaving, and your hair in a messy halo on the sheets. 

Changing his tactic, he gives your clit one last lick and turns his head to the side to nip at the hot flesh of your inner thigh. Your hands tug at his blonde locks with such force that Ben’s eyes focus on yours.

“Stop teasing, Ben please. I’m so close,” You explain, raising your hips closer to his lips because the feeling of your climax is so, so close.

And with that, he takes the lacey fabric of your panties into his teeth, sliding them off expertly down the curves of your legs and throws them onto the floor. He grips your hips tightly, diving right in your soaking cunt, this time latching his mouth to your clit and sucking it harshly, flattening his tongue against your opening to collect your juices escaping it. Your thick thighs close around his head and both your hands are pulling at his hair to keep him in place. You finally reach your climax and it is nothing short of earth shattering. Ben helps you ride out the wave of pleasure and even shakes his head side to side, the friction of his undercut rubbing roughly against your thighs causing your mouth to open in an O .

“You are fucking amazing, love,” Ben says in admiration as he looks up at you, all blissed out above him. “You are so damn gorgeous when you come.”

You try to say something in return, but you can’t because your mind is shook at the amount of pleasure you just experienced, how in tune Ben was to your body. So you just stroke his hair, his head laid on your thigh, his hands stroking softly at your hip.

Just as you were about to come down from your high, you felt Ben bring his now soaked lips down to your cunt, this time bringing his fingers spreading your folds, causing shivers to run down your spine. He takes his sweet time, massaging your throbbing pussy in a successful attempt to coax more wetness out. When he slowly slips his middle finger into your cunt, that’s when you lose your mind completely. Ben’s fingers are much longer and thicker than yours and it’s been a while since another man has fingered you. So the feeling of your warm walls clenching around his finger, drawing them deeper, is entirely overwhelming and downright delicious.

“Come for me baby,” Ben growls against your folds, smirking when he hears you take a sharp inhale when he slips his ring finger to join the middle one. “I know you can do it again, love. You’re almost there, I can feel you clenching.”

“Ben, it’s too much,” you cry out, your body buzzing, drunk with pleasure, almost to the point of overstimulation. Your eyes roll back when his fingers find that elusive spongy spot, tucked in at the front of your walls. Your walls clench even tighter around his fingers and in return, they stroke at your G-spot. The fullness of his digits inside of you and their expert movement at your special spot finally causes you to let go, a pornographic moan escaping from your lips, your body thrashing against Ben’s hard body.

“Did I work hard enough for ya?” Ben smirks down at you, in awe of the post orgasmic glow you are currently sporting, your body at complete ease with his. Both your minds going to the comment you made last night, telling Ben that he’d have to work to hear you moan.

“God, I don’t even know why I said that,” you say bashfully, bringing your head down to his chest, your fingers tracing random shapes against his abdomen.

The tightening of Ben’s abs in response to your soft touch places a new agenda in your brain: to tease Ben as he did to you, not too long ago. You swiftly move your body away from his and bring your leg over his body so that you are straddling his hips, grounding your hips into his. You moan shamelessly that the feeling of Ben’s hard cock nestled beneath your bare pussy and groan in frustration at the fact Ben isn’t completely naked yet.

But you refocus your mind again, still intent on teasing Ben like the minx you are, and your widen your legs even more, so that you pussy presses down even harder on to Ben’s clothed cock. You start to grind your hips slowly on top of his, admiring the awestruck look Ben has on his face. His hands fly up to your hips, as if to signal you to move faster, and he lets out the neediest whimper you have ever heard in your life. Your body is also enjoying this as well, because you can feel a new supply of wetness gushing out of your cunt and soaking on to the front of Ben’s boxer briefs.

As you begin to grind your hips faster, you move your hands to dance on the edge of Ben’s underwear. Just as your fingers are about to pull on the offensive piece of clothing, you are suddenly jolted upward. The motion of Ben grabbing the globes of your ass to move you upwards his body so that your soaked cunt his on top of Ben’s face happened so fast that you don’t even have time to vocally respond.

Ben brings his needy warm mouth up to your dripping cunt and messily starts slurping up at your folds. His tongue swiping and licking all over, as if to chase the source of your juices. He slips the tip on his tongue inside your walls for a moment before swiping up at your labia, only to stop and settle at your clit. In true Ben fashion, he teases your clit in fast circles before nipping at it with his teeth.

“Oh Christ, Ben,” You cry out, feeling tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to spill over. You are a complete mess: your hips are grinding on Ben’s face, seeking more friction, one hand squeezing one breast, rolling the nipple between your fingers, and the other hand pulling tightly at Ben’s blonde curls. The feeling of everything is truly overwhelming and your body tenses up at all the sensations that are running through your body and finally let’s go, riding that wave of bliss for the third time this morning.

 You swing your leg over his face, settling your body down on the bed so that you’re laying next to him. Ben places a kiss you your temple, running a hand to move the baby hairs sticking on your sweat stained forehead. You lay in comfortable silence, allowing your breathes to calm down and to just process the events that just occurred.

Just as Ben was about to say something, a sharp knock at the door interrupts him.

“We’re back,” Your big brother calls out “Breakfast is downstairs! You coming?”

Reality hits you like a train and Ben, being the obnoxious guy that he is, says into your ear “She just did, 3 times!”

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