#he looks so silly sitting on the toilet..... fully clothed .... hands on thighs....

[dizzybizz]

NO ONE TOLD ME YOU COULD TELEPORT USING THE FUCKING TOILET I AM SCREAMING

[chrizbang]

Pairing: Bang Chan x female reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: mature content, penetrative sex, swearing.

Word count: 2.544

You were sitting on your couch, finishing something from work on your notebook. You heard your phone buzzing, it was Chan texting you, confirming if you were still coming. Your boyfriend invited you to come to the dorm to watch a movie with the boys. He suggested that you should bring clothes, so you could spend the night there. You were happy because spending time with Chan was not something that you were able to do often since he had a busy schedule. There was only one problem: you and Chan have been dating for five months, and it was the first time you would sleep with him. Not only that, but you never had sex with him. Not that you didn’t want to, but you didn’t have the guts to say something about it and Chan looked like he was taking his time with you. You answered him, saying that you were almost done with your work and you would leave soon.  After you were done, you went to your room. You shaved all you could with the little time you had. You showered and chose an outfit. Since you were going to watch a movie, you wondered it would be better to wear something cozy. Besides, the boys would be there too, so it wouldn’t make sense to wear something provocative. Still, you wanted to look cute for your boyfriend, so you chose a loose t-shirt and a skirt. You left your house, feeling butterflies on your stomach. What if Chan wanted to do it with you? You wanted it so bad but you couldn’t help to feel nervous. You arrived at their dorm 30 minutes later. You rang the bell, holding tight on the strap of your backpack. You packed pajamas for when you go to sleep and some clothes and lingerie for the next day. “Oh, hello Y/N,” Hyunjin said, smiling at you. He opened the door for you to enter and you couldn’t help to smile back. You entered the house, taking a look at the living room where they would gather when they would watch a movie or do something together. The living room had three couches, so everyone would have a place to sit, a rack with a huge tv on top of it, and a coffee table in the middle where they would put stuff to eat. You sat on the couch that stood between the other two. “Hey guys,” you said, complimenting Changbin, Jeongin, Jisung, and Seungmin, who were spread on the remaining couches. They complimented you back. “Let me take this to Chan’s room,” Hyunjin said, holding your backpack. “Where’s him?” you asked them. “He went with Felix and Minho to the supermarket to buy some snacks,” Changbin answered you. “Since somebody ate everything,” he looked at Jisung. “Hey! It wasn’t just me.” You chatted with them for a while. You always loved spending time with them, they would never fail to make you laugh. You heard somebody unlocking the door and looked back to see the rest of the boys, including your boyfriend, entering the house. “Hello everyone,” Felix said, raising the bag full of food. “Fuck yeah!” Jisung got up, going to help them with the bags. Chan approached you, you had your back to him since the couch had its back to the door. He put his arm around your neck and gave you a sweet peck on your cheek. “Hey baby,” he said. You turned around to look at him, feeling your heart flutter when you saw his cute dimples. You smiled at him before giving him a small kiss on the lips. “I’m gonna help them with the groceries and then I’m gonna take a quick shower, okay?” “Do you want me to help?” you asked him. “No, it’s fine.” Chan went to the kitchen and started to unpack the food. You tried to distract yourself by looking at your phone. One by one, the boys would gather in the living room. There was only missing Chan since he was upstairs showering. They were discussing which movie they should watch, not being able to make a decision. “I don’t wanna watch Frozen again,” Minho complained. “But we love frozen,” Jeongin said, pouting at the elder boy. “I know but we watched it a dozen times.” “Why don’t we watch a horror movie?” you suggested. “That’s a good idea,” Changbin said, trying to take the remote control out of Jeongin’s hand. The boys started to discuss again which movie was better but you weren’t able to pay attention to it anymore.

You had to take a double look when you saw Chan going down the stairs. His black hair was messy, still damp from the shower. He was shirtless, his abs fully exposed for everyone to see and he was wearing grey sweatpants. You choked on your saliva, trying to look somewhere else. There was only one place left for him to sit and it was by your side. “I’m back,” he said as he sat there, putting his arm around your shoulders and getting comfortable next to you. He started a conversation with the boys, and they decided which movie you were going to watch. Not that you cared, your attention was on something else. You tried to avoid looking at Chan but he was irresistible. He was manspreading next to you, his left leg touching yours. He was so close, his skin was warm and he smelled so good. You crossed your arms, trying to pay attention in the movie and trying to ignore the wetness you started to feel between your legs. You could see Chan checking you out from time to time, but you tried your best not to look back. You could feel your cheeks burning and you knew your face was red. Suddenly, he held your chin with his fingers and turned your face towards him. He was looking at your lips before he kissed you. It was a gentle kiss but it was enough to make you quiver. “Hey lovebirds, keep it down,” Seungmin said and Chan smiled against your lips. He gave you one more peck on the lips before he pulled away and turned his attention to the movie again.

You felt like Chan was teasing you. There’s no way he wasn’t able to tell the effect he had on you. He took his arms off your shoulder, now running his hand on your legs. You could feel his fingers running against your bare skin. You were craving him. You tried to ignore his hand as best as you could. That’s when you looked in the direction of his pants and you realized that he wasn’t wearing underwear. You knew that because you could see the outline of his cock. It was semi-erect, nothing that would get the attention of the boys, but it would definitely get your attention. It was the first time that you saw anything like that related to Chan. You closed your legs, trying to stop the burning you were feeling on your pussy. You needed him inside of you. Chan’s hand went up on your leg, now getting between your thighs, just resting there. You felt his skin burning against yours.

“I’m gonna get a cup of water, do you want one, baby?” Chan asked, looking at you. You had your head down, not daring to look at him while he looked at you like that. He was definitely teasing you. You just shook your head saying no. “I want one,” Jisung said. “Are you my baby now?” Chan joked, getting up and going to the kitchen. You took the opportunity to take a look at him, admiring the muscles on his back. His pants were low on his hips, he was magnificent. When he came back, you could see the movement of his dick on his pants while he walked. You immediately looked away, not wanting him to see you looking. He sat on the couch after giving Jisung his cup of water and his body was against yours again. He took your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. 20 long minutes later, you heard Chan yawning. “I think I’m going to sleep,” Chan said after getting closer to your ear. “Come with me?” You lowkey started to panic. You were going to be alone with him, in his room. Just the two of you. “Uhm, I think I wanna see the rest of the movie,” you whispered. “Aw baby, please,” Chan pouted at you. “Please, please.” You knew you couldn’t say no to him, especially when he looked at you like that. “Okay.” He got up from the couch and held your hand to take you to his room. “Good night everyone,” Chan said before you went upstairs.

Once you were inside his room, you looked for your backpack. Hyunjin left it on Chan’s bed. “I’m gonna put my pajamas on,” you told Chan and went to the bathroom. “Okay baby girl,” Chan said, laying down on the bed. You sat on the toilet, resting your elbow on your thighs and holding your head on your hands. There’s no way you would be able to be around him without going insane. He was driving you crazy. Sometimes you would forget about how attractive Chan actually was. Everything about him was astonishing.

You changed your clothes, putting the pajama you chose, that was just a simple button-up shirt and some cozy pants, and went back to the room. He was on the bed, one hand behind his head and the other was holding his phone, he was looking at something on Twitter.

You looked at him, seeing his hairless chest and you felt your pussy throbbing. “Come here baby,” he said, his voice sweet as honey. You went to the bed, laid down next to him. You were laying on your side, facing each other. Chan put one of his arms under your head so you could rest your head there and get closer to him. His other hand was on your hips, drawing circles in your skin. “I’m really happy that you’re here,” he said. “Me too.” “I know that we don’t spend too much time together but I appreciate every second I’m next to you.” You smiled, his sweet words making you feel loved. “You are so silly,” you slapped him lightly “What? Am I silly for appreciating my girlfriend?” his hand was now on your lower back, getting you closer to him as if it was even possible. He was looking into your eyes while you stared at his neck, avoiding his eyes. Your heart skipped a beat, he made you feel so loved, so special. “I really like you, Chan,” you confessed. “I know.” You rolled your eyes and Chan laughed. He held your face with his hand and kissed you. This time, it was more intense. Didn’t take long before his tongue was inside of your mouth, playing with yours. You couldn’t resist and you ran your hand on his chest, feeling his soft skin. You felt embarrassed about how wet you were, you could feel your panties sticking to your folds. Chan sucked your tongue and you let a soft moan fall from your lips. He lowered his mouth, going in the direction of your neck. He ran his tongue against your neck, licking and biting, marking you as his. You held the back of his neck, intertwining your fingers on his hair. He got on top of you, kissing your lips, leaving you breathless. He was between your legs and you could feel his cock, now fully hard. You were already panting, feeling the burning on your folds getting bigger and bigger. Chan’s lips were on your ear, sucking your earlobe. “You’re so fucking hot baby girl,” he said against your ear. You had to bit your lip to stop from moaning out loud. Chan started to grind on you, making his rock-hard cock rub against your clothed heat. “Chan,’ you moaned. He got up on his knees to unbutton your shirt, slowly, making you squirm because of the anticipation. "Please.” “Be patient baby girl,” Chan laughed. His dimples making his face look innocent when he had nothing but bad intentions on his mind. He helped you to take your shirt off. You were wearing simple lingerie, and you regretted not thinking about wearing something sexier. Chan started to play with your boobs, massaging one with his hand while he played with your nipple with the other.

You grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled it down, freeing his dick. You held it with your hands, pumping it. Chan moaned. You felt your mouth salivating because of his cock. It was above average, veiny with a pink tip. “So impatient,” Chan tilted his head, making a fake disappointed face. He took off the rest of your clothes, throwing them somewhere in the bedroom, you were too horny to bother. He got up, took his pants off, and went to the bedside table. He grabbed a condom, tore the package, and rolled the condom on his dick. Chan got between your legs again, rubbing the tip of his cock against your pussy lips, gathering some of your wetness. “You don’t want me to eat you out? I wanna taste you.” “Another time,” you were impatient, feeling like you would scream if he didn’t fucked you already. Chan smiled, loving to see you like that because of him. He started to penetrate you, going slow to give you time to get used to him inside of you. “Fuck, so tight,” Chan moaned. He started to thrust into you, making you feel every inch of his dick in your heat. You covered your mouth, trying to stop your moans. Chan sucked on your nipple, biting it gently while he was pounding into you, slow and deep. “So good,” you said, scratching his back. “You’re so wet for me baby.” Chan started to thrust into you faster making you throw your head back, feeling your orgasm getting close. “I’m so close, please don’t stop.” “Look at me,” Chan groaned. “I want you to look at me while you cum, baby.” He started to rub against the sensitive skin of your clit, making you moan loud. “Fuck baby, they are going to hear you downstairs. Is that what you want? To show them how good daddy is making you feel?” You weren’t able to answer him because you started to cum on his dick. You bit on your thumb while your hips were shaking uncontrollably. Chan kissed your lips, sliding his hard member into you, chasing for his high. It didn’t take long for him to cum, moaning on your ear. He touched his forehead against yours, catching his breath. “You are amazing, baby girl.” “You are amazing…daddy,’ you tease him, your hands holding his face while you kissed his lips. "Fuck,” he smiled, lowkey embarrassed. Suddenly you heard a knock on the door. “I said to keep down,” you heard Seungmin saying outside of the room. Chan laughed, resting his head on your chest. You couldn’t even feel ashamed, feeling satisfied and happy to be with the man you loved.

[keilemdarkmode]

preened

🚫contains themes of abuse, noncon/dubcon, yandere 🚫

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x (fem)reader

word count: 4.2k

settling in keigo’s arms was far easier than facing his weapons and wrath.

warnings: noncon/dubcon/rape, blood violence, manipulation, yandere, drowning, mention of branding, abuse, somehow STILL soft, bathing/bath tub shit

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a/n: wow fellas, first yan hawks piece!! PLEASE!! heed the warnings!! this is not soft and tender, it is fucked up, sad, dark, and tender! if its not your thing, please keep scrolling ❤️

that being said, this piece was beta’ed by the lovely @hawnks. it was interesting and new to explore these themes and ideas and im happy to share them now :’^) enjoy!

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Keigo could be cruel.

You knew that too well.

But, lately, he’d been kinder. Softer, without so many barbs and blades just behind his words and actions.

You knew, very consciously, that this was due to your good behavior after the ‘feather’ incident, but that knowledge didn’t dull the sweetness too much.

(Only a little.)

...

“Dove, are you falling asleep?” Keigo’s voice was far too mirthful as he carded a hand through your hair.

You grumbled, something lighthearted and muffled into his chest.

You had been nodding off, Keigo’s arm slack over your shoulder as he idly watched a film that you were sure he wasn’t paying attention to.

An afternoon off together was rare, and you didn’t want to spoil it.

Asking Keigo to put on a movie and ‘snuggle’ got him red-faced and poofy-feathered, he all but dragged you to the couch to pamper you for the day.

It would’ve been endearing if you’d wanted to be there.

Maybe, sometime back, you would’ve fought.

When Keigo brought you the fluffy, red blanket he loved sharing with you, you might’ve spit on it, maybe on him. Thrown the blanket back into his face only to laugh at the anger and rage he would inevitably erupt into before throwing you over his knee.

Maybe, once, you would have tried to scald Keigo with the steaming tea he brought you (prepared just as you liked, it was one of the first things he memorized about you). You would’ve probably aimed for his face— maybe, his wings, if you were feeling particularly stupid.

Now?

You smiled, maybe something real, as you took the blanket from his waiting arms. You let him blow on your tea with his pretty pink lips as he insisted he’d ‘never let you get burned’.

(You both knew that the ‘fire’ incident was too far. You’d been vacant for a month after Keigo had pulled that stunt.)

“Thank you,” You kissed his cheek, like he wanted you to.

Maybe you should’ve been disgusted. Instead, the contact felt nice. Touch starvation had long since set in, and Keigo was your only outlet. And he was very willing.

The afternoon had been easy, nice. You’d let him play with your hair, mindful to tuck your braced arm to your tummy under the blanket. Keigo tended to be a bit more on edge when he was reminded of the ‘feather’ incident.

It was easier to keep it hidden.

“Dear?” Keigo asked, nuzzling into the crown of your head. “When was the last time we gave you a proper bath?”

You tensed so hard, you might as well have been stone.

Baths were still bad, even after so long.

You figured it out, after a while. It was one of Keigo’s subconscious avian instincts, to keep him and his mate clean and looking well.

It was why he always sat in front of you to allow you to pick through and straighten his feathers. It was vulnerable, the way he shivered and shuddered and fucking moaned as you would straighten and pluck what you could.

It was why he scrutinized the brushing of your teeth so heavily, scoffing at your lack of ‘precision’ and ‘attention to detail’. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d brushed them yourself. Keigo would always just seat you on the cold marble counter, slot himself between your legs while vice-gripping your jaw and gagging you with a toothbrush.

Though, he had been more gentle lately. Nicer.

He’d been more like the ‘mate’ he’d always described himself being.

Your role to Keigo was why he had full autonomy over bathing you.

He could take showers and baths alone, all as he pleased. But, you were washed by his hands only. Even the quick showers after he’d fuck you silly, he was always with you, scrubbing you down with special soaps and a soft cloth.

“Dove?” Keigo’s voice came kindly, yet his grip tightened. “I asked you a question, didn’t I?”

“You did, I’m sorry,” The response came from your lips hurriedly. “It’s been a while.”

Keigo hummed, clicking his tongue and sitting up fully, “I’ll set up the bath then. I’ll take a shower later so I can make sure you’re squeaky clean now, how about that?”

You nodded, knowing better than to disagree with him.

When Keigo had first brought you ‘home’, he’d take your baths with you. He’d pull you tight to his chest, try to, as you struggled and screamed.

He snapped once, letting his anger get the better of him when you bit him so hard on his forearm that he bled.

Though, it wasn’t his blood that stained the bathwater that night.

It was the first time he showed you how much soft damage he could inflict with his sharpened feathers.

He rarely took baths with you after that; you hoped the memory of haunted him the same way it did with you.

Over time, bathing you had become a sort of neutral ground.

Keigo enjoyed it too much for it to be used as a punishment, and you learned better.

That didn’t mean slipups didn’t happen, but in general, you were good for him then.

The bad memories still made you tremble, vivid reminders.

Keigo tugged you to the bathroom, the eon-suite in the master bedroom, ‘our’ bedroom, as he called it with the wistful look in his eye.

Part of you reviled the affection in his tone, the other part was relieved that it wasn’t malice anymore.

Stepping into the bathroom was always a bit jarring, your mind and body knowing what occurred so often in the months past. The conditioning was implicit, even if the two of you didn’t like it.

The master bathroom was massive, built for his wings. The soaker tub, jets and all, was meant to accommodate their size. He’d had a new one put in, he told you, just before he ‘brought’ you ‘home’.

Keigo stopped you in front of the sink, a usual routine. You kept your gaze trained on the ground.

“Dove, it’s alright, no need to be frightened,” He chuckled, but you knew it was more of a command than anything else. He slung his arms over your shoulders, a firm grip on your jaw forcing you to look into the reflection. “You’ve been a good girl lately, I’ll be gentle.”

You sniffled, nodding.

His grip tightened, “Words. You know better.”

“Y-yes,” You nodded, eyes darting around the mirror to avoid looking at your dual visage. “I have been good. I’ll be good.”

“Sweet girl,” Keigo sang, peppering kisses over the side of your face as you made eye contact with yourself. Your stare was vacant and cold, clinging onto what you could grasp without pain.

You hated it—

Yourself.

Your stomach rolled, but you swallowed down your disgust.

“Don’t look away, understand?” Keigo’s voice was too soft for the authority in his words.

“I won’t, I understand.”

You watched as his nimble fingers slipped under the shirt of his that you wore. He’d let you wear panties that day, soft cotton ones that hardly seemed ‘sexy’, but they drove him wild anyways. Something about normalcy always got him more feral than normal.

Considering the cold outside, he’d even been kind enough to dress you in a pair of loose, thigh high stockings. He slid them down your legs, descending as he did to leave little kisses. He pulled at your underwear, palming at the plump of your ass as they fell to the ground.

You stepped out of the stockings and panties when he tapped your ankles, leaving you completely naked in the mirror.

Forcing yourself to stare in the mirror was hard.

You didn’t look like yourself.

You hadn’t for so long.

Your own visage made your head spark with numbness, something acrid spilling over your tongue.

It must’ve shown in your face, but you didn’t register it.

“None of that, angel, you’re beautiful,” Keigo draped himself over you, wings outstretched.

You swallowed, nodding, but not replying.

“Bath time, then,” Keigo hummed, guiding you to the toilet seat as he prepared the soak.

You watched him roll up the sleeves of his soft button-down, revealing his many scars. Some were from his work, others from your nails and teeth. You felt guilty, odd as it was, seeing how they still marred his pretty, tanned skin.

You folded your hands in your lap as Keigo got to work.

He turned on the faucet, always a bit too hot, just so you could soak for longer. Shampoo, conditioner, a variety of hair and face masks, special bubble baths and bath bombs all carried in a cute basket were brought to the side of the tub as he prepared it.

If you were proper lovers, it would’ve been endearing.

He rose, lighting jar and pillar candles across the massive bathroom. It was something he did to put you both at ease, the fire acting like some sort of safety net that you both knew kept him from getting too aggressive with you, risking burning his wings.

It all felt like too much, the care he put into everything.

Your guilt swelled as you focused on your naked thighs.

Keigo talked to you as he went about preparing your pampering, knowing better than to expect any proper responses as he prepared the bath with lovely smells and pretty colors.

The last thing he did was hang a red silk robe on a hook near the door.

You really must’ve been good, getting the chance to cover yourself after a bath.

You had been trying harder lately. Remembering your rules, how and where to be and when. It made things easier. Fighting made your tired, clawing had made you weaker.

Being complicit burned something in you, low and rolling, but it was better than facing Keigo’s constant wrath.

On your more mentally together days, the ones where he was gone more and longer, you put together some of Keigo’s fucked up psychology.

He just didn’t want to be alone.

He just wanted a companion.

It was cruel— sick, that one of the most desired men in the nation had to pluck you, and all your mundanity, from your life to force you into the mold of a lover, consort and best friend like you weren’t a person.

You shook your head, trying not to stew.

Stewing made you bad.

And you had been good.

You had to be, after the ‘feather incident’.

It made things easier.

...

You’d found the feather under the couch.

Keigo left them around normally, the sensitive things picking up on your heart rate and breathing. The safety phone, an old landline, would ring if you got too anxious, the shrill tone only making it worse, but that was part of the point, wasn’t it?

All the same, this feather looked older.

The color was duller, the filaments frayed.

Keigo liked to present the feathers openly, stuck into fixtures and over counters and tabletops. Something about ‘keeping his mate safe from prospective challengers’.

(You never saw anyone other than him. There was no one to oppose Keigo in your life.)

This particular plume being hidden seemed like a mistake.

He didn’t slip up often.

Your mind spun as you debated what to do.

You poked it, cautiously.

It didn’t move, waver, or harden.

It was limp, like a real, normal feather.

The spine was hard—

Solid enough to shove into a lock, maybe.

You snatched it up, hiding it between the cushions as you raced to think through a plan.

Your previous escape attempts hardly even happened. Keigo was fast enough to catch you as you neared the fortified door, always.

He’d drag you to the bedroom to hold you down and eat your cunt until your mind was too mushy to even conceptualize ideas beyond Keigo’s tongue fucking into your dripping hole. He was mean about it, pushing you too far and keeping you there to writhe and beg for reprieve.

You hated him for it at the time.

But, you had an opportunity to fucking get out.

During the incident—

He was gone.

He was at work for the rest of the day.

You hurried.

His other present feathers would sense you, you had to work quickly.

You didn’t have shoes other than house slippers, but they’d have to make due. You shoved some granola bars in your pocket, freezing the moment you heard the ringtone of the landline echo over the penthouse.

Don’t slow, don’t stop.

How fucking foolish you were, thinking you could outrun a being that flew.

Idiotic, you’d come to chastise yourself later.

You stuffed what you could into your pockets, running to the front door and shoving the spine of the feather into the lock.

It was firm enough to be used as a pick, wasn’t it? You weren’t sure how to pick locks, but you had to try right?

You could pick the eight locks on the door before Keigo got home, right?

Foolish.

Your hands trembled as the phone rang over and over.

Your heart nearly stopped when you heard the telltale ‘thunk’ of Keigo landing on the balcony.

Frantically, you tried to undo just one lock, just for the sake of your own sanity, knowing what was to come—

The balcony door slammed open.

You went rigid, hands still working, sweaty and desperate.

Keigo was on you in a second, pulling you from your knees by your hair in one swift motion.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

His voice could’ve cut steel, the tone so angry and dead that it brought tears to your eyes as you began to struggle.

“No, no, no— you’re not doing this shit.” Keigo spat, tugging your shaking hand from the lock as the lifeless feather fell to the ground.

He pressed you against the door, bearing all of his body weight against your back as you flattened against the wood. His wings rose, eclipsing any light.

His grip on your wrist got tighter, harder. It was sure to bruise.

(Ha.)

Keigo snarled, roughly slamming his hips into your backside, “What is this shit you’re trying to pull? I know you’re an ungrateful cunt, but I didn’t know you were a complete dumbass.”

He bent your arm back, farther and higher up by the wrist.

“Did you really think you could do that? Do this to me?!” Keigo’s voice tore through you, the waver in it sounding so foreign it almost hurt. “LEAVE ME?!”

Fear shot through you as his worn hands wrapped around your palm.

In one swift motion—

Snap.

Your vision tilted as you fell back into Keigo.

Your hand wavered limply and wrongly in his grip, thoroughly broken.

Keigo clapped a hand over your mouth as you began to scream, wail at the searing pain that was shooting from your wrist.

“I’m so sorry, angel.” His unapologetic, hot breath swirled over your ear like nausea and bile, “I promise, this will be for your own good.”

...

Keigo didn’t stop that day, no matter how much you begged and shrieked.

...

The rest of the incident got blurry.

It hurt to think about it too much.

Keigo’s rage-filled voice promising that he was going to ‘snap a new bone each time you cum’ remained a haunting memory.

He followed through, of course. He was nothing if not uncomfortably honest at the worst of times.

You could recall the feeling of cold blood trickling down your thighs, nose, and even from your mouth as you sobbed and screamed for mercy on the cold hardwood. A small feather, wet with you in so many forms, licked and lapped at your clit as Keigo made good on his promise.

The feeling of his sweat dripping onto your spine as he easily crushed and snapped a new bone each time you reached ecstasy haunted you into a submission that was no longer reluctant.

You hated yourself for it.

...

Your gaze drifted from the steaming water to your hand, the brace removed. Your fingers were still mangled, they would be forever. Keigo purposefully patched them poorly— he’d told you so. Something about making it a ‘lasting lesson’.

You sniffled at the thought, flexing the fingers, feeling the old pains shoot up your arm.

“Angel love? No need to do that,” Keigo reminded you, covering your hand with his own.

Gently, he tilted your jaw so you could meet his eyes.

You imagined the two of you looked equally sad.

The following weeks after the ‘incident’, you tried so hard to be good. The pain was a new intensity, something you couldn’t forget. Keigo reminded you of it if you slipped up, squeezing your hand or wrist with a grimace curled his pretty lips.

To his merit, Keigo also felt bad about hurting you so bad. Prior to that, punishments were either harsh edging or overstimulation which in some ways were pleasurable. Spanking too, but even then, Keigo looked a bit meek after leaving such unpleasant bruises on your backside.

But permanently crippling your body in time with tearing your cunt bloody?

He sobbed into your shoulder every night for a month.

Tried as you did to be good, you also became quite numb.

It felt better than the agony.

Keigo’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, his nose nudging your cheek, “What kind of bubble bath would you like?”

Wow.

You had been good.

You’d never been able to pick out your smells before.

Swallowing, you chewed at your lip, eyes drifting from the cute basket to Keigo’s expectant eyes.

He sighed, squeezing your knee, “Dear, it’s not a trick. Just your preference.”

“Can’t you pick?”

You immediately tensed, flinching away from Keigo’s soft touch with your own words.

An old echo of an older lesson:

‘Good girls don’t question things, do they?’

“I-I’m sorry,” You sputtered, eyes trained on the tile of the bathroom. You held out your bent wrist without thinking.

You tensed, waiting for the pain that would inevitably come.

Right?

Keigo stared at it, then to you, eyes going sad and glassy.

It made your heartbreak.

He carefully held your wrist, putting in back and rested in your naked lap.

“None of that, love. I’ll pick today, but you deserve to feel good. Don’t you think so?”

No.

“Yes.”

“Good girl, angel.”

Keigo gave you a gooey smile, one you returned as earnestly as you could. He quickly went back to the basket, pulling out an elegant glass bottle or two, dumping them into the tub as light, herbal scents began to waft into the air.

You relaxed a bit.

Keigo’s wings twitched, a little smile crooking on his face.

“It’s all ready, dear. Let me help you.”

Carefully, he helped you into the filled, bubbly foam settling around your shoulders as you leaned against the porcelain edge.

Though Keigo kept his wings flat to his back as he could, you could still see the feathers twitch and ruffle.

‘An instinctual response to seeing his mate so vulnerable— for his own benefit or otherwise.’

You swallowed, sinking into the sparkling water.

Keigo gave you another smile, dropping a kiss to your forehead before presenting you with two fancy-looking bath bombs.

“Now, dear, how about picking one of these? Nice and easy.”

He was right, but your head still spun.

You picked the one on the right, a dusty purple sphere with flower petals pressed into the outside.

Keigo lit up as you took it from his hand, gently placing it into the water.

You both watched it fizz and bob for a moment, mesmerized as the color spread and spit.

“See? Not too hard, huh?” Keigo chuckled to himself, laying his arms crossed on the lip of the massive tub. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

He looked at you with half-lidded eyes, full of love and adoration that made you feel sick.

You knew better than to reject it.

Rather, you returned his affections the best you could.

You even leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Keigo lit up, eyes shining and bright as he cupped your cheeks, returning the gesture tenfold.

You performed so well, giggling and smiling as he did.

You’d become so good at putting on a show for him, even if it exhausted you. It was so much easier to pretend that he was a dutiful lover and not a horrifying captor. With your bent fingers submerged in the balmy water, it was even easier to shove down his transgressions.

On your good days, you would even forget.

You liked those days.

You wanted today to be one of those days where everything was okay.

You weren’t quite there, but you could try your best.

As you relaxed in the bath, Keigo gently pulled one of your legs from the water. Suds and sparkles slid down your leg as his pretty gold eyes inspected your skin.

Keigo smoothed a hand over the prickling hair of your leg, frowning, “Gotta shave you nice and smooth, huh, love?”

You nodded, whether it was your preference or not didn’t matter.

Sinking a little deeper into the water, you watched him so carefully treat your skin. Exfoliating with gentle circles, and then slicking your leg with a small vial of golden oil.

The razor was what scared you the most.

You bore its marks in many ways, little cuts and scars left on your legs from your ancient twitching and struggling were the most plentiful.

There were a few brands from the thin metal, marring the bottoms of your feet.

Those were the worst to heal. Keigo had to carry you around for days, toying with you the entire time. He teased you in your helplessness, but none of his quips were wrong.

He’d made you need him.

You audibly whimpered at the memories, Keigo’s gaze flickering to you as he ran the sleek razor over your shining skin.

“Dear, nothing to be afraid of. You’re doing so well.”

You nodded, knowing better than to remind him of his own horrors.

He shaved you carefully, thoughtfully even, humming to himself as he did. Keigo was nothing if not a perfectionist, leaving you silky smooth and well-tended to. You wondered if he would treat you to a massage later with how kind he was being.

He left your cunt alone, liking the hair more wild and ‘natural’.

“This is nice, isn’t it?” Keigo asked wistfully as he moved closer. His hand slipped under the water, cupping the back of your neck.

You took a little too long to respond, you supposed in retrospect.

Keigo’s face went dark, for a mere moment, as his grip tightened, dragging you under the suds.

You jolted, struggling and flailing in shock as water flooded your mouth and nose.

He pulled you up as quickly as he had pulled you down, the dark look not dulled in the slightest.

“Be good, and I won’t have to do that shit.” His words dripped cold venom, wings beginning to unfurl. “I’d hate to revisit how long it takes you to stop squirming under there, wouldn’t you?”

You nodded, hurriedly, quickly, sitting up the best you could in his grip, “N-no, I don’t want that. Please. This is very nice. I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I’ll be better.”

They were promises, honest ones.

You very much wanted to keep them.

Keigo’s look thankfully dissolved, going melancholic before erupting warmly once more. It was a facial journey you’d seen too much and too often.

“That’s my girl,” He grinned, giving you a wet kiss on the lips. You kissed back the best you could, shaking visibly and not trying to hide it.

Keigo pulled back, golden eyes too sharp and too vibrant.

As he poured shampoo into his hand, you clenched your maimed hand into a fist. The lesson worked so well, you thought, as pain rushed through you, hot like the old brands and clawing scratches.

Keigo was too sweet as he lathered your hair in the candlelight.

And you were too crushed to resist.

Far too tired.

Endlessly too weak, he’d shown you over and over.

So, you accepted his touches to cast off his ire.

Even as he pulled you from the bath, flush to his body while he wrapped you in a fluffy towel, you smiled despite the bulge pressing into your abdomen.

Even as he massaged you with earthy smelling oils, cooing about how beautiful and sacred your body was, you thanked him despite the disgust that brewed so deep in you like some hellish brine pool.

Even as he fucked you like a lover, clasping your hands to the sheets and mixing you with him as he brought you to the edge again and again, you moaned with him despite how the stretch of his cock still aggravated old wounds.

Even as he filled you up with his cum, crying out about how well you took him, what a ‘good girl’ you were, your cries crashed with his in pretty harmony despite how rotten you should’ve felt.

Because, at the end of the day, sated, cleaned and loved in his arms, the old scars didn’t ache so bad if he kissed you sweetly. If you smiled at him as he smiled at you, Keigo was kind like a companion, mate and lover should be.

As you drifted off, you were okay with the weight of his wings bearing over your fucked-out body.

It was easier this way,

Maybe even better.

[atlafan]

Office Neighbors - Part Two

a/n: here we are! a little shorter than part one, but there’s some good stuff in here I think! enjoy! (also reblogs/feedback is super helpful) not proofread

warnings: fluff, slight smut (but not with who you think) 

words: 10K

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You groan heavily when your alarm goes off at 5AM Tuesday morning. You wanted to make sure your body had time to go to the bathroom before Harry picked you up. You knuckle at your eyes, and then get out of bed. You make yourself a quick iced coffee, and then get dressed. You decide on a cropped pair of leggings and one of your t-shirts that wicks away sweat. You pack an extra pair of socks, another shirt, and another sports bra just in case you get really sweaty. You make yourself some trail mix, and throw an extra water into your pack. Harry said he would bring actual sandwiches for the two of you. You get your ponytail through your hat, and use the bathroom again before waiting him.

Harry: here

You grab your pack and head out to his car. He had similar attire on as he did when you hiked with him the last time. Shorts, a sleeveless top, bandana and clip holding his hair back. You both nod at each other. It was still too early to speak. When you get to the trailhead you both spray each other with bug spray and begin.

“How long do you think it’ll take?” You speak up.

“Why, you in a hurry?” He smirks at you.

“No.” You nudge him. “Just wondering.”

“It’s about two and half miles up. It’s gradual, but there are also some really steep parts. If I were jogging, it would only take a couple of hours, but we can take our time. That’s why I wanted to leave so early.”

“You’ve…you’ve jogged this?”

“Sure.” He shrugs. “It’s just running uphill.”

“Big nope from me.” You laugh. “I like the idea of just taking our time.”

“You get a fuller experience that way, I think. Don’t be afraid to tell me you need a break too. Some of the steeper parts are killer.”

“Will do.”

You both talk about your fall courses, what you plan to do differently, if anything. You talk about how you’re actually excited to have some student advisees, and how you might approach the meetings.

“It’s okay not to be super serious. Most importantly, you just need to listen, which you should have no problem with. You’re a good listener.” He says, blushing slightly.

“Sort of trained to be one.” You chuckle. “But I get what you mean. Now that I know the curriculum and the course sequence a little better, I definitely feel more confident to lead them in the…wow…that is steep.” You gulp as you look at the area ahead.

“We’ll just take our time.” He smiles. “It’s not a race.”

You make it up the first steep hump, and you tell him you need a water break.

“Christ, and here I thought I was in shape.”

“Hiking can be pretty humbling.” He uses a rag to wipe some sweat from his forehead, and takes a drink of water as well. “All set?”

“Mhm, let’s keep going.”

Every so often you stop to take pictures, and there is a moment where Harry veers off so he can have a “wee”, as he would call it. You had drank half your bottle of water and you definitely needed to pee too, but you were too embarrassed.

“Are you sure you don’t need to go?”

“I’m fine.”

“Look, that’s a flatter area, you could-“

“What if I get a mosquito bite…down there?” You whisper.

“It’s not mosquito season.” He laughs. “Did you bring some T-“

“Yes.” You mumble.

“So, just go, it’s fine. You’re being silly. I’ll stand right over there and keep watch.”

“Ugh, I can’t believe I’m doing this.” You groan and take the bit of toilet paper you brought out of your bag. Your eyes stay glued to the back Harry’s head while you do your business. You stick your rubbish into a plastic bag and stuff it away, then you use some hand sanitizer. “Okay.”

“All set?” He turns to look at you. “Not so bad, was it?”

“Not something I’d like to make a habit of, but no, it wasn’t terrible.”

It takes about two and half hours to get to the summit. You both were sticky with sweat, but it was worth it from the view alone.

“Oh my god.” You say slowly as you look around. “This is incredible.”

“Isn’t it? I feel so lucky to live here.”

“I’m starting to feel the same way for sure.” You take a few photos before sitting down, letting out a sigh.

You look over at Harry who’s taking his shirt off and your eyes widen. You knew about the birds on his collar bones, but the butterfly and the ferns were a complete surprise. Harry had such a nice body. He was toned, but still had a softness to him. He notices you looking at him and he blushes.

“Sorry, I’m soaked.”

“No, it’s okay…sorry, I just…your tattoos, I haven’t seen those ones.”

“Oh…” He looks down at himself. “I got these so long ago. Got a few more you haven’t seen.” He pulls up one side of his shorts so you can see the tiger on his thigh.

“Didn’t those huge ones hurt?”

“Eh.” He says sitting down next to you, grabbing a sip of his water. “Some did and some didn’t. The trick is to get a little tipsy beforehand.” He winks at you. He leans back on his elbows and closes his eyes for a moment before looking out at the view again.

“You know, I think you had the right idea about the shirt…do you mind?”

“What?”

“Well, if I took mine off for a bit. I packed myself a spare, but-“

“Oh! Yeah, um, I don’t care, uh, do what makes you comfortable.”

You nod and peel your shirt off. You lay it on the ground next to you, feeling better already from the breeze hitting your hot skin. You were glad you thought to wear one of your cuter sports bras. Your heart was racing slightly, mostly because it had been a while since you had last taken your clothes off in front of someone, but it was just Harry, after all.

“I brought some peanut butter sandwiches, are you hungry? I know it’s not exactly lunch time, but-“

“That sounds amazing, I’m starving. I didn’t eat beforehand.”

“You didn’t?!” He sits up fully.

“I didn’t want to have to…really go to the bathroom.”

“Oh, Y/N.” He laughs while he gets the sandwiches out of his pack. “Here.”

“Thank you.” She notices his eyes drift to her cleavage. It was only for a moment, and she didn’t mind it.

“No problem.”

If Harry were twenty-years-old he’d probably try to make a move. Kiss you, press you up against a tree, fuck, put his hand over your mouth so other hikers wouldn’t be able to hear you moan. But he wasn’t twenty-years-old, he was thirty-two, and he had an eleven-year-old son who he wouldn’t want to treat a woman like that. He wanted to set a good example, to show him how a respectful man treats a woman. So, he eats his own sandwich, trying to keep his eyes anywhere but your body.

“Do you want some trail mix?” You take it out of your bag.

“Sure! Thanks.” He reaches his hand in the bag and takes some out.

You guzzle down some more of your water and stand up. You didn’t want to sit too long and get stiff.

“Harry, would you take my picture?”

“Of course.” He stands up and takes your phone. He smiles at your smile as he snaps the photo.

“How about a selfie?”

“Of the two of us?”

“Yeah.”

“Like this?” You made him so fucking nervous, he was never like this with anyone else.

“I don’t care if you don’t. I’ll just stand here, and you can stand in front of me to get the shot.”

“Oh, right.” He thought to maybe put his arm around you, but that clearly wasn’t happening. You both smile and he takes the shot.

“Do you two want a picture?” A woman says. She was with a couple of other people. “I’d be happy to take it for you.”

“That would be great!” You snatch your phone from Harry’s hand and give it to her. “Are you still sweaty?” You look up at him.

“I don’t think so.”

“Good.” You put your arm around his waist, and he puts an arm around you, hand on your shoulder.

“Alright, I took a couple.”

“Thank you so much, would your group like any?”

“Would you mind?”

“Not at all.”

You take a few photos for the group and then you look over the photos of you and Harry.

“These are great.” You smile and show him.

“You’ll send those to me, yeah?”

“Of course.”

“I’m walking down like this, I don’t wanna get my spare shirt sweaty. I was thinking we could grab a real lunch after this…if you don’t mind me taking up your entire day that is.”

“I would love nothing more than to stuff my face after this, Har.”

You decide to just go down in your sports bra, not wanting to get your spare shirt sweaty either. The way down feels like it takes no time at all. It was definitely easier to hike down a mountain than to hike up a mountain. That is, until you got to one of the steeper parts.

“Just step down on the side and take slow steps. Don’t go straight down.”

“Would, um, hold my hand? I’m a little nervous.”

“Of course.” He looks back at you and takes your hand, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

He helps you down the steeper parts, taking your hand each time until things get more gradual again. You feel incredibly proud of yourself once you’re back at the parking area.

“That was amazing, Harry. I feel amazing.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

“Andy’s done that with you before?”

“Oh, sure. Plenty of times.”

“Incredible.” You chuckle as you grab your spare bra and shirt from your pack. Harry dabs his chest with a rag before putting his t-shirt on. “Shit, where should I change?”

“Um…backseat?”

“I’ll just be a second.”

He nods and waits outside the car while you quickly change. You feel so much relief letting your breasts free, giving yourself a second to cool off before putting your fresh bra on. You pull your t-shirt on overhead and get out to sit in the passenger seat. Harry hops in the driver’s seat and off you go.

“I can’t believe it’s only 12:30.”

“Another benefit of getting up early. Did you see how full the lot was? People are so uneducated. I’d never start a hike now.”

“I know! There were so many people going up when we were coming down. I couldn’t believe it.”

“And now they’ll have to rush.”

“Have you ever hiked at night before?”

“I have, actually. I used to help lead this moonlit hike thing during move-in weekend for first year students. It was a lot of fun.”

“How come you stopped?”

“Not a junior faculty anymore.” He shrugs. “I just didn’t feel like it after a certain point. I still help with other things, but I definitely don’t give up all my free time to the school anymore.”

“I volunteered for that casino night last fall. I was on campus until almost midnight, I was pooped. Sometimes those kids make me feel so old.”

“You’re not old.” He chuckles.

“I mean, I know, I just feel out of touch sometimes.”

“How can a person who studies social media feel out of touch?” He raises an eyebrow at you.

“It’s more so the lingo. I was giving a lecture, and I made a really great point, and when I was done one student shouted ‘period’ and everyone laughed. I had to look it up on urban dictionary.” You both laugh at that.

Harry drives into town, and parks near the local diner.

“How do you feel about brunch?”

“Sounds amazing.”

You both get out and head inside. The morning rush was gone already, so you’re sat right away. You both inhale your food. Greasy hash browns and omelets. And coffee, a lot more coffee. You split the bill and Harry starts the drive to your apartment.

“So, you’ll hike with me again?”

“I’ll hike with you again.” You nod with a smile. “Do you think Andy will be jealous?”

“Nah, he already knows. I’m sure he’ll be expecting lots of details.”

“About what?”

“Um, just how the view was and all that.”

“Right.” He pulls up in front of your house, and you both look at each other. “One of these days you’ll let me pick you up.” You unbuckle your seat belt and he nods. “Thanks again.”

“Anytime.”

“I’d hug you…but I’m a little gross, so…”

“No worries.”

“Well…” You weren’t sure what the next time you were going to see him was.

“Sometimes, while Andy is still in school, I’ll use the library on campus to work on things. It’s got a/c…less stuffy than our offices. I usually only go on a rainy day, but-“

“Cute, we can study together like classmates.” You giggle. “I’ll let you know if I decide to use the space.” You smile and get out of the car.

//

Harry was enjoying his shower, it was quick, but it was good to clean off. He throws on some comfy clothes and nearly dozes off on the couch.

“Dad, I’m home!” Andy shouts, immediately waking him up. “How was the hike?” He plops down on the couch next to Harry.

“It was good, Y/N had a nice time.”

“Is she going to come camping with us?”

“I’m…not sure.” He sighs. “That’s not something just a friend would join in on, you know?”

“I don’t, but…”

“I’m not going to press her about it, I think she’s thinking it over. We’ve got time yet…” He sits up a little straighter. “When Mum comes to get you on Friday she’s going to come in for a bit and chat.”

“About what?”

“What you want to do this summer.”

“I spend summers with you.”

“Yes, but usually you spend the school year with her, that’s why you get me over the summer.”

“You don’t want me this summer?” He leans into him to rest his head on Harry’s chest, and Harry puts his arm around his son.

“Of course I do, but your Mum wants you too. I don’t know, I’m going to propose she get you for July, and I get you for August, I think that’s a good compromise, but she may not see it that way.”

“What about June?”

“Well, you have school for most of June, so you could go be with her end of June through July. It wouldn’t be the end of the world, would it? I wouldn’t hate having my own lake to swim in every day.”

“I guess that’s true…and Noah’s boat is pretty cool.” He sighs.

“I just wanted to give you the heads up.”

“Thanks.”

Harry was up reading in bed later that night. The rain had started and he could hear it tapping on his window, almost starting to lull him to sleep. He heard his phone buzz and his eyes lit up when he saw it was you.

You: hey! Almost forgot to send these to you!

You sent along all of the photos from the day.

Harry: thanks! Really glad that lady was there to take these of us

You: me too…so when exactly is this camping trip?

Harry: middle of June…when Andy gets out of school…June 20th I think

You: if I really won’t be intruding, I think I’d like to go. I’m trying to do more things to get out of my comfort zone

Harry: are you serious?! He’ll be so excited…I mean, I’m excited too.

Harry: I think he wants his friend Brandon to come so having another adult there would be a huge help

He didn’t want his first text to sound too eager.

You: lol well I’m happy to help how I can ;p you’ll tell me what to pack and all that right? I literally have no idea what I would need for overnight stuff

Harry: if you can get yourself a sleeping bag you’ll be all set, I have two tents and a ton of camping stuff. You would just want to bring your own food, clothes, etc.

You: alright sounds good :)

//

Harry hadn’t told Andy about you coming on the trip just yet. He wanted to save it as good news in case the conversation about summer with Paige didn’t go well.

“I guess let’s just start.” Paige says after eating a quick dinner with Harry and Andy in Harry’s home. “Ideally, what would you prefer?” She asks her son.

“To not go back and forth a lot. It stresses me out, I feel like I need to remember every little thing I don’t have two of.”

“Do you have any vacations or anything planned?” Harry asks, looking at his planner. “Right now for us it’s just the camping trip, and that’ll only be the weekend he gets out of school.”

“I was hoping to have him for the fourth. The Barrett’s are coming to staycation at the rental two doors down.”

“Really?!” Andy perks up. “I like when they visit.”

“So…why not spend the rest of June with me,” Harry begins. “You could do July with mum, and then come back to me mid-August.”

“That actually sounds good to me.” Paige says.

“What about Brandon?”

“It’s only a thirty minute drive, I’m sure his dad won’t mind it when you two wanna hang out. Hell, I’ll even come pick you up and bring back here if need be.”

“And if there’s a weekend you wanna just come see Dad in July, you can. You won’t be held hostage.”

“It’s just…you work during the day, Mum.”

“I know honey, but Noah’s got the home office. He can stay in with you and Rachel, and you two could go swimming and have fun at the lake. He could take you on boat rides too.”

“Okay.”

“Really?” She says.

“Yeah, I think all that seems fair.” He looks at the two of them. “I know…I know I can be sort of difficult sometimes, and I’m really grateful that I got to spend the school year with Dad, and I really hope I get to do it again…”

“I think that can be arranged.” Paige smiles. “You’ve never done so well in school, we’re both so proud of you.”

“Yeah, bud, I think this school was a good fit for you.”

“So…I’ll be able to do it again next year, I can keep living with you?”

“If that’s what you want, Mum and I are okay with this new arrangement.”

Andy shoots out of his seat and hugs the both of them.

“Go on and get your things for the weekend, sweetheart.” Paige smiles.

“Okay!” Andy races into his room.

“You’re surprisingly cool with all this.” Harry says to her as they both stand.

“I want him to be happy, and if he’s happier here then what can I do?” She shrugs. “Are you alright continuing to take all this on?”

“Yeah, plus he’s getting older. He can be home for a bit before I am.” Paige hums her response. “How, um, how did you feel about my friend?”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah.”

“She was really nice! She seems sweet, why?”

“She’s going to come camping with us.” Harry whispers. “And I just wanted to make sure you felt comfortable with it.”

“Oh, Harry.” Paige smiles. “Thank you, yeah, I’m perfectly fine with it. Andy seems to really like her.”

“Who?” Andy says, coming out with his backpack and duffle.

“Y/N.” Harry says. “I told her how you wanted Brandon to come camping, and I’ll need some help, so she’s coming camping with us.”

“She is?! Oh my god, we gotta work on your flirting then, Dad. You need help.”

“Excuse me? I’m great at flirting.” He scoffs. “Back me up.” He says to Paige.

“It’s true, Andy.” She chuckles. “Your dad can really turn on the charm when he wants to.”

“Well, you didn’t see him trying to ask her to come to my birthday party. I thought he was going to wet his pants!” He laughs.

“Oi, I was just trying to play it cool before you blurted it out.”

“So, what, you have a thing for her?” Paige asks.

“I like her, yeah.”

“Does she like you?”

“She must if she’s coming overnight with us, right?”

“You know, I’ve never really known you to hold back with a woman you liked before…” She raises an eyebrow at him.

“I work with her, it’s a little more complicated. She’s mentioned a couple of times how she doesn’t think dating in the workplace is smart, just offhand, so I’ve been nervous.”

“I think you guys should hang out again before the trip.” Andy says. “Oh! You could go to her place to help her pack.”

“I’m not gonna invite myself over!” Harry rolls his eyes. “Alright, that’s enough. Go have a good weekend with Mum.”

Andy laughs and gives his dad a hug before leaving with Paige.

//

“God, you feel so good, it’s been way too long.” Ray grunts in your ear. “Should have never stopped doing this.”

Ray was an old flame from your previous institution. You decided to go home to Boston this weekend because your brother had some new recipes he wanted you to try. You happened to bump into Ray at a bar, and went with him back to his place for some promised fun. He was a decent enough fuck, he knew how to scratch your itch, and that was good enough right now. Although, you didn’t feel the need to answer his dirty talk. You just grunt and moan and try to focus on what you’re after.

You’re close, but you’re not quite getting there. He was fucking into you from behind, and hitting the right spots, but it wasn’t…it just wasn’t…

Harry.

Your fingers slip to your clit, and you rub harsh circles into yourself as Ray continues to fuck into you. Your eyes pinch closed, and suddenly there are tattooed arms around you. A raspy, deep voice in your ear.

“Come on, you can do it. Show how you make yourself come.”

Your eyes snap open and roll back when you feel your release. You cry out and collapse onto the bed after Ray spills into the condom. You get up after catching your breath to use the bathroom. Ray watches as you put your clothes on.

“Going so soon?”

“Yeah, I’m staying with my brother…be sort of weird not to come back tonight.”

“It was great to be able to do this again.”

“Yeah.” You smile and kiss him on the cheek. “Thanks for the fun.”

On your uber ride back, it starts to settle into your mind that you just had to fantasize about your friend, Harry Styles, to get off while having sex with someone else. This wasn’t an accidental dream, this was on purpose.

“Shit.” You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh. This camping trip wasn’t going to be easy.

//

Harry: hey! Was wondering if you want to come out and have some ice cream with Andy and I? He got straight A’s! Think it’s worth celebrating.

You: oh wow! Sure, I could definitely meet up for ice cream. Just at the place down town?”

Harry: yup! 6:30PM work?

You: sure! See you soon :)

Harry: :)

“Andy…”

“Yeah, Dad?”

“Wh…what’s this?” He shows Andy the text conversation on his phone.

“Oh…I, uh, asked Y/N to get ice cream with us while you were in the shower.”

“Why didn’t you just ask me to ask her?!”

“Does it matter? She said yes.”

“Of course it matters! Ugh, I can’t believe I’m gonna have to change my passcode again.” He reads over the conversation again. “I should ground you or something…no toppings on your ice cream.”

“But-“

“Sorry, thems the rules.” Harry smirks and grabs his keys.

You were waiting patiently outside of the ice cream shop for the two of them. You smile when you see Harry’s car pull up. They both get out and greet you.

“Congratulations, Andy.”

“Thanks!” He gives you a quick hug before going inside. You and Harry follow.

“Hey, uh…” He grabs your wrist. “Not that I’m upset or anything…but he actually stole my phone and texted you.”

“Oh!” You start laughing. “Glad I didn’t say anything naughty then.” You wink and walk up to the ice cream counter. You all get your ice cream and sit at a table across the street in the town common. “No toppings, Andy? I’m surprised you didn’t get a sundae.”

“Dad said I couldn’t.” He huffs, and bites into his mint chip ice cream.

“That’s what you get for stealing my phone, you little bugger.” Harry jostles the hair on Andy’s head, and Andy swats his hand away. “Did you have a nice weekend with your brother?”

You nearly choke on your ice cream. You clear your throat and nod.

“Yeah, um, yeah it was good. He came up with this new sauce for his raviolis, it was delicious.”

“Do anything else? Must be nice to go to a city that has things open past 9PM.” He chuckles.

“Um, yeah, I mean I went out, but nothing too exciting to report back.” You were blushing slightly. “So, Andy, straight A’s, how’d you manage that?”

“Brandon and I call each other to do homework a lot. He’s really smart.”

“So are you, don’t sell yourself short. You’ve worked hard this year.” Harry says.

“Yeah, but Brandon’s, like, really smart.” You furrow your brows a little as your lips curve up. It almost sounded like Andy was swooning. “He’s really excited to come camping with us this weekend. Are you excited too, Y/N?”

“I’m…excited to see how it goes.” You laugh. “Should be interesting to say the least. Instead of you coming to get me I could just meet you at your house so we can leave from there.”

“That would be great. Brandon’s sleeping over the night before so we can just get up and go.”

“You should sleep over too, Y/N.” Andy says.

“Andy.” Harry says to him.

“I’ll need all the sleep I can get before camping, and in order to do that I need my own bed, but thank you very much for the offer.” You smile.

“I could swing by the night before, though, and pack everything up in the car.” Harry says.

“Now there’s an idea.” You say with a grin.

//

“Okay, I’m trusting you both to be good while I’m gone for a bit. I shouldn’t be out too long, but still. Please be good.”

“We’re literally watching a movie then going to sleep, I don’t think we’re going to burn the house down.” Andy says, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, Mr. Styles, go see your girlfriend, we’ll be fine.”

“She’s not my…” He sighs. “I’ll be back soon.”

Harry drives to your apartment, and you buzz him in when he gets there. You had gotten caught up all day doing research, so you were running around in a tank top, shorts, and socks. Your door was open for him. It was the first time he had ever been inside your place.

“Y/N?”

“Coming!” You yell from your bedroom. “I’m so sorry, I’m not quite all there yet.” You say, dragging out your pack. “I can’t seem to get the sleeping bag on here without it unravelling.” You look up at him and pout.

Harry was sweating. Even though he had seen you in just a sports bra and leggings, this was almost more revealing.

“I can, uh, get it to stay on there tighter for you.”

“You’re amazing.” You go back into your room to pull out a couple of more things. “I definitely over packed…it’s going to be too heavy.”

“I kept some room in mine in case this happened, no worries.” He gets the sleeping bag tied on correctly. “There we go.” He stands up and is suddenly only inches away from you.

“Let me give you the tour.” You step back. “It’s a two bedroom, I use the other one as an office. It’s way too much of a mess to show you but, that’s the living room.” You show him. “Got a half bath over there, and full bath down the hall, kitchen…and that’s my bedroom.”

“It’s really nice.” He walks around with his hands behind his back. “You’re really good at decorating. Are you sure you didn’t go to school for interior design?” He raises an eyebrow at you, making you giggle.

“No, but it’s certainly a hobby of mine. It relaxes me to look through magazines and go to stores to get ideas.”

“Your office at work has the perfect balance. Mine must look all over the place.”

“No! I love your office, it’s very inviting.”

“Thanks.” He looks you up and down. “Are these the, uh, pj’s you packed for camping? You may get cold.”

“I’m not an idiot, I packed sweats.”

“Oh…good.”

“What are the sleeping arrangements going to be like?”

“Well, I have two tents. One for the boys, and then I have this larger one I figured we could, um, share…if it’s not too buggy I may sleep outside. Would you feel comfortable being in the same tent?”

“Sure.” You shrug. “I was going to make some tea, would you like some, or do you need to get back to them?”

“They should be fine on their own for a bit longer, a cup of tea sounds great.”

You nod, and his eye grows when he notices a park on the back of one of your shoulders. It looked like a fading bite mark. He glares at you without you seeing. Who the fuck did that to you? He wonders. It should be him leaving marks on you.

“So, when you went to Boston, you really didn’t do much?” He asks as he sits down at your kitchen island.

“Well, I wasn’t exactly going to get into it in front of your son.” You chuckle and turn your electric kettle on. “I went out to an old bar I used to go to when I was living in the area, ran into an old friend.”

“And how was that?”

“Okay.” You shrug, and put two tea bags into a couple of mugs. You pour the water over them and put one in front of him.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“So…you and this friend…” He just wanted to confirm if his suspicion was true. “Did anything happen?”

“Like what?” Harry rolls his eyes at you. “Oh! Harry…”

“Come on, you can tell me.” He was trying to pal around, he just needed to know the truth.

“He was an ex-boyfriend…and…yada yada yada.” You sip your tea. “I don’t know why I did it…guess I just wanted to feel close to someone, and it was easy with someone familiar.”

“Right, I get that.” It stung to hear. “Paige and I hooked up a few times after we ended it. Sometimes you just wanna be with someone who knows what you like without you having to say it.” He thought he’d sting you a bit too.

“Mhm.” You didn’t want to think about Paige getting to fuck Harry. Perhaps if you had been drunk you would have asked him what he liked.

“Well, I should probably get going. Early day tomorrow and all, thanks for the tea.”

He grabs your pack and you walk him to the door.

“I’ll be at your place for seven. See you in the morning.”

“See you in the morning.”

//

You drive to Harry’s house in the morning, and the kids burst outside with a little too much energy for you so early. Harry says hello to you, and you notice he’s not wearing his glasses, something he rarely did.

“Morning.” He mumbles.

“Morning.” You open the passenger car door and get in. The boys climb in the backseat.

“Alright.” Harry turns to look at them. “I had to listen to you two hyenas all night. I’d like a nice, quiet ride to the trail head, got it?”

“Yes.” They both say at the same time.

You smile at Harry and he winks at you as he pulls out of the driveway. It’s about a forty-five minute long ride to the trail head. Harry parks and gets everything out of the car. The boys walk a few paces ahead of you and Harry like you expected them to.

“So, they kept you up?”

“You have no idea. I must have told them three times to knock it off.” He groans. “Little…twats.” He says under his breath and you can’t help but laugh.

“I heard that!” Andy says without looking.

“Good, you were supposed to!”

“Are you his father or his brother?” You tease.

“He’s just trying to act cool in front of his friend.” Harry nods toward Brandon. “Which I get, but I can’t let him get away with too much.”

“So, how come people tend to do this overnight?”

“Well, it’s about five miles up, and that’ll take the majority of the day. It’s not really safe to hike at night, so we set up camp, have dinner, hang out, and then once the sun goes down we’ll set up a campfire and stuff like that.”

“I’m excited to see the sun rise.”

“Yeah, that’s the best part. I taught Andy about sun salutations so we’ll be doing that too.”

“And you’ll teach me too, right?”

“Of course, you can follow right along.”

You smile at each other and keep walking. You all take your time, enjoying the scenery around you. An hour or so in you all stop to take water and snack breaks. The boys go off to have a wee, and then you keep going.

“So, you said there’s no shower at these bathrooms, right?”

“No, there’s not. But you can use the sink, and they do have men’s and women’s separate restrooms, so you’ll have some privacy.”

“Okay, great. I just didn’t want to feel gross when we go to sleep.” Harry nods at you. “It’s such a beautiful day. I’m really glad I’m here with you.” You clear your throat. “With all of you.”

“Yeah, me too.”

At one point you needed to stop to pee. Harry got the boys to not giggle and tease you, somehow, as you took a few moments to get yourself situated. You were about midway, and Harry knew the part of the trail where you could see out just a little bit. It was nice and flat, and the perfect spot for lunch. They were light lunches, veggies, nuts, and more water. Harry explained it wouldn’t be good to fill up too much because it would make going up a mountain that much more difficult.

“When will you two know what class you’re in next year? Sixth grade, that’s pretty wild.” You say to Brandon and Andy.

“Next year they’re putting us on teams. You either still have two teachers or four.” Andy explains. “We wanna be on the four team.”

“Why’s that?” You ask.

“Because then you’re not stuck in the same two classrooms all day.” Brandon says. “It’ll make the day go by faster.”

“That’s what a kid on the basketball team told us, anyways.” Andy shrugs. “We heard the four team has nicer teachers too.”

“I just hope they don’t put one of us on the four team and the other on the two team, that would be the worst.” Brandon says.

“Is it by last name or anything?” Harry asks.

“We have no idea, when we asked our fifth grade teachers they didn’t really say there was much reason behind who gets what.” Andy says. “I’ll worry about it in August.”

“Yeah, I don’t even want to think about school right now.” Brandon says.

“Y/N, do you still do work over the summer like Dad does?” Andy asks.

“Yes, I’m still technically in school. So I do research like Dad, but mine is so I can become a doctor like him, he just does it to keep his name out there.” She nudges him playfully.

“Oi, my work is more than just for vanity, thank you very much.”

“I don’t know Dad, I think Y/N has a point. I’ve seen you do your research.” Andy grins.

“Oh, this I’d love to hear.”

“Dad watches really sad romance movies, cries, and then pauses the movie to take notes about how he’s feeling.”

“I do that to compare to the books that the films are based off of, and I see how I felt while reading the book versus watching the movie. I also make notes about the cinematography and mise en scene, because music-“

“Mr. Styles, you lost me at the cinnamon tography…” Brandon says and everyone laughs.

After lunch you get going again. You’re amazed that the boys don’t need a lot of breaks and don’t seem tired. They get excited when they see certain critters or flowers. As you get closer to the top, you notice it getting a little steeper. Harry had the biggest pack on, and you were fucking floored that he wasn’t huffing and puffing his way up. He was sweating for sure, but he was in no way struggling. Impressive, to say the least.

“Dad! I recognize this part, we’re almost there!” Andy exclaims.

“Yeah! Shouldn’t be long now!” He calls ahead. “How are your feet doing?” He asks you.

“Not too bad, I’m glad I changed my socks when we took our last break. I’m sure I’ll feel it tomorrow.”

“After we get to the top and everything we’ll make sure to stretch. Your legs will tighten up too much if we don’t.”

“Makes sense. Has Brandon gone hiking with you before?”

“Oh, sure, tons of times. Never overnight, though, so this will be nice for them.”

A few more paces, and a few sharp turns, and you’ve made it to the summit.

“Holy shit.” You say to yourself. Mountains and greenery as far as your eyes could see. No lake this time, but you didn’t care.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Harry says to you.

“It’s…incredible.” You were still in shock.

“Congrats, it’s your first 4,000 footer.” He puts his hand on your shoulder and gives it a squeeze before getting his pack off. You all get your packs off.

Dozens of pictures are taken. You take some of the boys with Harry, and Andy uses your phone to take one of you and Harry, and he even wants one of just you and him, it was sweet.

“So…where’s the campsite?”

“Oh, just down that way a bit. Figured we could hang out here while we stretch and stuff. Just chill and take it all in before we go to set up the tents.”

You all sit on the ground and stretch your legs. It felt good to just take some time to breathe slowly and let your legs relax. You all walk to where the campsite is and claim your territory.

“So over there are the bathrooms, and then that hut over there actually has a snack bar in it and a few forest rangers.”

“That’s so cool! Do you need help with the tents?”

“Have you ever set one up before?”

“Never.”

“Then you can watch. It’ll be easier if Andy and I just do it.”

You nod and take a step back with Brandon as Andy and Harry work to get the two tents situated. Andy and Brandon get their sleeping bags set up the way they like inside their tent and then they head off towards the bathroom.

“Alright.” You say after tossing some of your things inside yours and Harry’s tent. “I’m gonna go change.”

“Okay, I’m gonna get the firewood together. Gotta get cooking soon.”

“What are we having?”

“Regular hot dogs for the boys, vegan ones for us, that work?”

“You had a cooler in there?”

“And a cast iron pan. Ain’t my first rodeo, darling.” He says cheekily, but you blush anyways from him calling you darling. He had never called you that before.

You grab the things you need for the bathroom, and you’ve never been so thankful to see a clean, working toilet in your life. There were some other people around setting up their own campsites as well, it wasn’t just your group. You use a washcloth to freshen up and then put on some new leggings and a long sleeve shirt. You take your hair out of its hat and put some dry shampoo in before putting it all up in a messy bun. You sigh happily now that you feel a little cleaner.

The boys, and Harry, had changed into some comfier clothes as well. You notice that Harry is wearing his glasses once again. They were all sitting on different blankets around the fire Harry had just gotten started.

“How many would you like?” He asks you as he takes out the different types of hotdogs.

“Two would be great, thank you.” You say, sitting down near Andy.

“I also have some other veggies, I cut up some bell peppers.” Harry takes the baggy out of the cooler. “I figured beans wouldn’t be such a great idea.”

“Dad, can I have two hotdogs?”

“Same here.” Brandon chimes in.

“Of course, boys.”

Harry makes up the vegan hotdogs first, and then makes the boys. They all munch on the veggies and other snacks that Harry packed. He even made sure to bring Oreo’s, Andy’s favorite. Once the sun sets, and everyone bundles up a bit more, Harry breaks out the items to make s’mores.

“Brandon, do you think your dad will coach basketball again in the winter?” Harry asks him.

“Yeah, he said he should have the time. I like him better as a coach than the guy I had a couple of years ago that’s for sure.”

“I like the way your dad coaches, he’s not mean.” Andy says. “I had one guy one year that just yelled and drilled the whole time, it wasn’t any fun.”

“You’re just kids, why would anyone yell at you?” You ask, biting into your own s’more.

“Some of these people are just looking for excuse to be aggressive.” Harry sighs. “This was a much better year all around for everyone I’d say.”

A light hearted ghost story or two is told before the boys both call it a night, their long night before finally catching up with them. Harry makes sure all their trash is thrown away and secure, and he reminds them of the buddy system for if they need to wee in the middle of the night. He also gives them a flashlight so they’ll be able to see everything.

“I think they had the right idea.” You yawn after coming back again from the bathroom. “I’m pooped.”

“Same here. Go get settled, I’m gonna put the fire out.”

You nod and go into the larger tent Harry set up for the two of you. You roll out your sleeping bag, and use one of your spare sweatshirts as a pillow. You get settled in and sigh. It was sort of nice to be unplugged, away from screens and research. Harry eventually crawls in, and gets settled into his own sleeping bag. He sets a dim lantern on his side so he could read a bit.

“What are you reading?”

“The screenplay that was adapted to make The Notebook…” He mumbles.

“You’re working?”

“Sort of…I usually bring books like these camping. They’re easier to read.”

“Should I be offended that you were about ready to read instead of staying up to chat?” You smirk.

Harry’s eyes grow slightly. You wanted to have pillow talk before bed? Is that it?

“Um…well…I just figured you were tired, and I usually read to fall asleep-“

“Harry, relax, I was just teasing. You can read if you want.” You smile at him and turn over, nestling into your sleeping bag. “Night.” You say, looking over your shoulder at him quickly.

“Night.”

Part of you wanted to whine or complain that your makeshift pillow wasn’t comfortable so he’d offer to let you lay on his chest. Maybe he’d caress you and even read to you for a bit. Maybe you would have done that if his son wasn’t in the tent right next to you.

Harry couldn’t concentrate on his book. His eyes kept glancing over to your curled up body. You looked so soft and peaceful, and he just wanted to wrap his arms around you. He wanted to keep you safe and warm all night. And because Harry usually sleeps holding onto a pillow of some kind, he felt a little fucked. He sighs and turns the lantern off. He lays on his back for a while until his eyes eventually flutter closed. You both were exhausted from the hike.

//

You wake up feeling warm and cozy. You weren’t sure why you had woken up. It’s not like the sun was shining yet, the whole point was to get up and watch the sun rise. No, you woke up from feeling small puffs of air by your ear and a strong hold around your stomach. Harry must have rolled over in his sleep and started cuddling with you. You almost wish you were in a shared sleeping bag so you could get even cozier. It would be like one giant sleeping bag burrito. You feel his arm pull you closer into him, and his breathing changes.

You shift and turn on your back so you can look up at him, and he keeps his arm around your waist. You gaze at each other, and he moves his hand up to smooth some hair away from your face before letting it caress your cheek. You both look like you’re about to say something when-

“Dad, come on! The sun’s gonna be up soon!”

Andy startles Harry so badly, it’s like he wakes up all over again, like he didn’t realize what he was doing with you. He nearly jumps away from you and sits up.

“Okay, one second! Go get washed up.” He sighs, and then looks at you. “I-“

“Let’s get to it before they find a way to get in here and drag us out.”

“Yeah.”

Harry unzips the tent and you both use the bathroom before heading out with the boys to the summit again.

“Alright everyone.” Harry says, and he starts doing some simple yoga moves. The boys follow and so do you.

It was amazing to actually do sun salutations as the sun came up. After sitting and looking out a while longer you all head back to the campsite breakfast. You drink water instead of coffee in fear of really needing to use the bathroom later. You each have a granola bar, and then start to clean up the tents. You get changed in your attire for the day, as done everyone else, and you all start working your way down the mountain.

“What did you think of the sunrise, boys?” You ask.

“It was so cool! I can’t wait to show my parents the pictures I took.” Brandon says.

“Must be nice to have a phone that actually takes decent pictures.”

“I took plenty of pictures on mine, Andy.” Harry says. “You got two more years, I think you can wait.” He chuckles as Andy looks back to give him a pouty face.

“How’d you sleep, Y/N?” Brandon asks.

“Oh! Um…” You and Harry look at each other briefly and then blush. “Pretty good, slept the whole night through, I think. How about you two.”

“My mom gave me some melatonin, so I slept good.” Brandon shrugs.

“And I’m used to camping, so I was fine.” Andy says.

“Good, that’s really good.” You say and clear your throat.

You both knew you’d have to have a conversation about the way you woke up, but now obviously wasn’t going to be the time. Finally, after hours, you make it all the way back to the trailhead, and get everything into Harry’s car. It was an incredible couple of days, but you couldn’t wait to get home to take a proper shower. Hell, you may even take a bath just to relax your sore muscles. Harry drops Brandon off, and Andy helps him with his things. They hug goodbye; it’s awfully sweet.

“Dad, can I shower first? I feel gross…”

“Sure, just don’t take too long.”

“Okay! Thanks again for coming Y/N.”

“Thank you again for inviting me.” You smile as you all get out of Harry’s car. He waits for Andy to go inside before speaking up.

“I’m sorry about this morning, I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable…when I sleep I usually have a pillow or something and-“

“I wasn’t uncomfortable.” You say as you grab your things out of his trunk and put them into your own. “In fact, I can’t remember the last time I felt so comfortable.” You look at him and close your trunk.

“Oh.” His eyebrows raise and his cheeks grow slightly red. “Um.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I have him for the rest of this week until I send him off with Paige for July, so I wanna spend as much time with him as I can, but-“

“Call me when you’re free. I don’t mind waiting.”

Harry was chilled to his bones from your words. He watched you get into your car and drive off before going into his house. You said what you said because you had a feeling Harry had been waiting for you to get your act together a bit. You’ve known him for almost a year, and he’s been a great friend, but there’s something that’s been brewing between the two of you. Probably since the day you met.

//

“Is that everything?” Paige chuckles as Andy brings another bag into her house.

“I wanted to make sure I had options.” He grunts as he gets inside.

“He’s just like you, I swear.” She shakes her head at Harry.

“As if we needed more proof that he’s mine.”

“So…I heard the camping trip went well, what’s next for you and Y/N?”

“Not sure, I’m gonna give her a ring the second I’m on the road.”

“Did anything happen between you two in that tent?” She raises an eyebrow at him.

“No.” He mumbles and kicks some dirt at his feet. “Not much I could do with two eleven-year-olds right next door.”

“Harry.” She laughs.

“We woke up…very close together, that was about it. Bottom line is we need to talk, and now I’ll have the time to do so.”

“You know you’re going to need to fill Andy in on everything when you have your chats on the phone.”

“Please, it’ll be the first thing he asks me instead of how are you…”

“Okay, that’s everything.” Andy says. “Love you.” He hugs Harry and Harry sighs as he wraps his arms around him.

“Love you too, call if you need anything, and be good, promise?”

“Promise.”

Harry waves as he gets into his car, and he calls you right away just like he said he would. The phone goes straight to voicemail, which makes him feel like he got kicked in the gut, especially because it rang twice first. Suddenly, a couple of texts come up on his screen.

You: hey!

You: sorry, I’m at the library getting some work done. I’ll call you later

Harry sighs, but he completely understands. Not too long ago it was him using every free moment he had to get his doctoral research done. He had his own work he should be doing, so he goes home and gets settled up in his office.

He was getting some incredible work done on his latest manuscript, the journal that publishes his works will definitely be pleased. He blinks and sees it’s already 8PM, and you never called, or texted. He hoped you were alright. He stands up and stretches, and decides to grab a quick shower. The house was quiet without Andy, and he didn’t like it. He flops down onto the couch in just a pair of boxers and turns the TV on. A ring on the doorbell startles him, and he gets up right away. He peers through the window to see you, holding a box of pizza and a bottle of wine. He cracks the door open so you could only see his face.

“Hey! Sorry for just dropping by. I got really busy earlier, and I thought this would be better than calling. Hungry?” You smile brightly at him.

“Yeah, that sounds great. I was actually feeling pretty-“

“Um, Har…”

He had opened the door more just out of instinct, revealing his mostly naked body.

“Shit, let me, uh, come in, I’ll go throw something on.” You giggle as he basically scurries to his bedroom to change. He comes back out in a t-shirt and joggers. “Thanks for bringing all this.”

“I planned to come by earlier, I know you dropped Andy off today…how are you doing?”

“I’m okay…work distracted me, but it’s hitting me now. It’s really quiet without him already…I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too.” You pop the box of pizza open. “Wanna get this bottle open?”

“Yeah.”

He grabs his wine opener, two glasses, and two plates. He gets the bottle open while you set the pizza out. He pours you both a glass and you sit down at the table.

“So, you got a lot done today?” He asks you.

“You have no idea! I was on fire.” Harry laughs at that.

He listens to you talk about what you got done. He couldn’t help but watch every movement your lips made, and how your eyes got brighter and brighter at how excited you were.

“Sorry, I’m going on and on about my thing, what did you get done today?” You say, sipping your wine.

“Worked on my manuscript for the journal.” He shrugs. “Nothing special.”

“Oh, don’t say that, you do incredible work. I love reading your articles. I actually think I used to read your work when I was still in grad school.” You start blushing. “It’s sort of cool knowing the person you’ve been able to learn so much from.”

“Just sort of cool, huh?” He scoffs playfully and you nudge him. “Wanna move outside, I put up a screen around the perimeter for bugs, or are you still hungry?”

“No, I’ve had plenty, but I’ll be bringing this bottle with us.” You grab the wine and you both head outside. “When did you even have time to do this?”

“Andy helped me. It wasn’t too difficult.”

You imagine Harry doing handy work, and it makes every part of your body flutter.

“I wish I had outdoor space like this, it’s my one complaint of my apartment, no balcony or anything.”

“Yeah, we didn’t like it much either, we didn’t stay there long.”

“We?”

“It’s where Paige and I lived when we first came here. I got my master’s from the university first, then my doctorate. Her grandparents lived in that big house, so they helped babysit Andy a lot.”

“Oh.” You didn’t have any problems with Paige, but she didn’t love being reminded that they were once together and in love.

“Were you sore after the hike or anything?” Quick to change the subject, maybe he felt the same way.

“Um, only for a day or so. I didn’t stretch as much as I should have when I got home. Thought the bath I took would have been good enough.”

“Would you ever do it again?”

“I would! I had more fun than I thought…but I’ll only go to the mountains that have working bathrooms.”

“Deal.” He smiles and takes a sip of his wine. “Maybe we could do something like that later this month.”

“With or without Andy?” You raise a playful eyebrow at him.

“I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t mind an adults only trip.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm.” He finishes off his glass and pours another. “Refill?”

“Please.” You hold your glass out for him and he pours some more. You take a sip and lick your lips. “And why exactly would you like it to be adults only?”

“Perhaps…I wouldn’t have minded not being interrupted that morning.”

“Andy really startled you, huh?”

“I almost forgot he was there…” He plucks at his bottom lip. “It was…an interesting how we woke up.”

“Very interesting.” You sip your drink. “I was sort of…hoping you were going to cuddle me or something.”

“You were?!” His eyes widen.

“Yeah, it was sort of cold, even in sweats and a sleeping bag. I felt so cozy when I woke up.”

“You didn’t even flinch when you looked up at me…”

“Why would I have?”

“I don’t know…sort of weird to wake up in a friend’s arms, isn’t it?”

“Not so weird when that friend is you.” You look at him. “You back peddled when you tried to explain why. It’s okay if you wanted to hold onto me.”

“I literally sleep with a body pillow, you can check my room.” He defends. “I’ve always been like that.” He mumbles.

“So it wasn’t about me?”

“No…I…I wanted to cuddle you.” He wanted to do more, but again…his son was there.

“Well…I’m glad you did. It’s nice being the little spoon once in a while, and your cologne always smells so good, no complaints here.”

“You…you like my cologne?”

“Love it, actually.” You finish off your glass and you grab the bottle to pour just a little more in. “It’s nice when the person you have to see every day at work smells good.”

“Let’s see….” He holds his hand up to count on his fingers. “You like my work, you’re happy I cuddled you, and you enjoy my cologne.” He looks at you. “What should I be thinking of all this?”

“I…” You swirl your drink around. “Do you remember when I had that really awkward dream about you a while back?”

“Yes.”

“That was a complete accident, a freaky thing that happened that I didn’t want to have happen.”

“Is this one of those compliment sandwiches?”

“No, I’m…please…” You look at him. “The last time I went to Boston, as you know, I hooked up with someone.”

“Yeah.” He rolls his eyes.

“But…I was having trouble getting there…and…well…” You look away from him. “You popped in and I was happy about it. I…thought of you…and…”

“And were you able to get there, Y/N?”

“Yes.” You say just above a whisper. “I wanted it to be you.”

“I thought you didn’t want to date colleagues?”

“I don’t, but…” You look at him again. “I think I like you too much to care about that anymore.”

“God, I…” He gets up and kneels in front of you, taking one of your hands. “I like you so much, you have no idea.”

“Well, I have a small idea…woke up with you pressed against me.” You smirk.

“No way you felt anything between two sleeping bags and all the layers of clothes.”

“Little bit.”

“Christ.” He groans.

“Again, not complaining, it’s flattering, actually.”

“So when you let that guy leave that mark on the back of your shoulder, were you hoping it was me who did that too?” He stands up now.

“You saw that?” You gasp as you look up at him.

“I did…when you were running around your place getting everything together.” He pulls you to stand up, and he tucks some of your hair behind your ear. “You were wearing a pretty flimsy tank top.”

“I don’t exactly get dolled up when I’m home all day working.”

“I guess we have that in common.” He pushes his glasses to the top of his head, and cups your jaw with one hand, and hooks his other arm around your waist to pull you closer.

“Are you going to kiss me?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes.”

Your eyes flutter closed as he leans in, and you tug at his shirt as his lips meet yours. It’s soft at first, he’s just getting a feel for you, and then it turns needy. His hand slides to the back of your head, tugging softly at your hair to crane your head up more. You gasp at this, and he takes the openness as an invitation to nip at your bottom lip. You moan softly, and your tongue peeks out to meet his. They mold together like they were supposed to all along. Suddenly, he takes a step back.

“Wh…what’s wrong?” You wipe the small trail of spit from your mouth that he left behind.

“Nothing, I just…I told myself I wouldn’t do this while we were drinking. There have been a lot of times I’ve wanted to kiss you, but I haven’t because we were drunk or something.”

“I’m not drunk, are you?”

“I’m a little tipsy, yeah.”

“I, okay, yeah, so am I.” You chuckle

“So, I think we should stop for now. I wanna do this right. I wanna take you on a proper date.”

“I’d like that.” You smile, and then chew on your bottom lip. “It’s the right thing to do anyways, we shouldn’t jump into this too quickly. I have some different trips planned this summer, and I’m going to be busy working on things, getting my classes together…not exactly a whirlwind summer romance we’re looking at.”

“I have a conference in New York later this summer, so I’ll be busy as well getting my lecture ready.”

“Wait…I have a conference to go to in New York later this month too!”

“Really? Is it the CMT?”

“Yeah! I went last summer too and had such a good time. I had no idea you were giving a lecture, the itinerary doesn’t come out until next week.”

“I’m presenting some research about my wellness course…I’ve been collecting some data over the last three years I’ve been teaching it.”

“Ah, so you’re not going to be discussing the complexities of Pride and Prejudice?” You smirk at him.

“Nope, saving that for a rainy day.” He smirks back.

“Wow, well…that’s sort of exciting…we’ll be going to the same place for a few days.”

“We could, um, drive together if you wanted.”

“I was just going to take the bus…”

“I get free parking at the hotel since I’m part of the conference.”

“It’s a four hour drive…that’s a long time for you to be stuck with me.”

“Was stuck with you overnight not too long ago, and I didn’t mind it one bit.” He puts his hand on your shoulders. “Are you staying at the hotel where the conference will be?”

“Yes.”

“Great.” He smiles. “It’s, um, it’s a date then.”

“Yeah.” You smile at him. “Although…might be nice to go out before then…make sure we still like each other, and all that.” You joke.

“Yeah, I could easily not be into you in just a couple of weeks.” He jokes back and you can’t help but laugh.

“Let’s go inside, I need some water before I go home.”

“Good idea.”

He leads you in, and after a two glasses of water, and giving you a mock-sobriety test, he lets go. Well, not before giving you another steamy kiss by your car after you promised to text him when you got home. It was just as needy as the first kiss. He didn’t press his body up against yours, but from the way he was sucking on your bottom lip, you could tell he wanted you desperately. But like the responsible adults you were, you ended it there, and called it a night. A very good night.

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Ease My Mind

Been dealing with dysphoria pretty bad as of late, so I wrote this piece to kinda get out my feelings and turn them more positive! It’s trans Jonathan Sims and then Martin Blackwood being the best boyfriend. Based on this song: Ease My Mind- Ben Platt

Possible triggers: Needle mention, hormone shots, feelings of dysphoria (no gendered language). (If I forgot anything, please dm me and I’ll fix it right away!)

Enjoy! Story below cut!

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Jon sat on the toilet in his bathroom, his hand shaking as he held the needle right above his upper thigh. 

He took a deep breath and moved to insert the needle into his thigh, but the pressure was just too much. He sat the needle down on the sink counter and wrapped his arms around his stomach, hunching over himself. Through the many months and years Jon had been giving himself hormone shots, it had never gotten easier.

Jon heard a gentle knock on the door and wanted more than anything to imagine that it wasn’t real. He didn’t want Martin to see him like this. He was pathetic.

“Jon?” Martin’s gentle voice was muffled through the door, but it still calmed Jon’s nerves somewhat. “Are you okay? You’ve been in there for awhile.”

Jon didn’t have the energy to unfurl himself as he just grunted, a sound he knew Martin would recognize as ‘no’. So the door opened and revealed Martin, his brows furrowed in worry.

Martin was suddenly by Jon’s side, kneeling down beside the toilet. His hands came to rest on Jon’s face, cupping his jaw and fully bringing Jon back to Earth.

“Darling,” Martin’s voice was course with worry. “You don’t have to do this alone. Let me help you.”

Jon paused before nodding and sitting up slowly. Martin grabbed the needle as Jon looked away, and Martin did the job that needed to be done. He had gotten good at giving shots when he had been taking care of his mother, and Jon felt a sense of sadness wash over him.

“I’m sorry,” Jon’s voice cracked, and suddenly tears were falling down his face. Martin quickly cleaned up before gently lifting Jon to his feet. Jon stared up at Martin like he was the most wonderful thing in the universe. And to him, Martin truly was.

Martin didn’t answer, he only leaned down and connected their lips. Jon knew what the kiss meant, he didn’t need words to know what Martin was trying to say. 

Martin’s hands came to rest on Jon’s bare chest and Jon reveled in how good it felt. His chest was flat, and he had the two scars to prove Jon. Martin leaned down his head and left a trail of kisses from Jon’s jaw to his scars, and Jon laughed his breathy laugh when Martin left a sloppy kiss on his chest.

“C’mon, let’s get dressed,” Martin said, grabbing Jon’s hand and leading him into the bathroom. 

“But it’s almost midnight,” Jon protested, yet his body fully followed Martin nonetheless to their shared closet.

Martin started tossing clothes on Jon. They didn’t particularly match, but Jon really couldn’t care. They were Martin’s clothes, and the strong smell that wafted off them calmed Jon’s mind. 

The pair threw on their clothes and Martin grabbed Jon’s hand yet again and dragged him towards the front door of their shared house, bringing them both into the chilly night air on the street.

“Why are we going for a walk this late?” Jon asked as he laced his hand into Martin’s. 

“There’s a place I want to show you.”

“Well what is it?”

“Jon, be quiet and let me surprise you.”

Jon giggled and rolled his eyes, leaning his head onto Martin’s shoulders as they bobbed and weaved through various London streets. The street lamps provided little lighting, yet Jon couldn’t help but look up every so often at Martin, a smile breaking across his face.

Finally the pair reached a small part that was surrounded by trees and had pathways interweaving through the foliage that was littered all around. 

Jon’s jaw dropped slightly as he took in the sight of the place. It looked like a garden out of a fairy tale and Jon couldn’t stop staring at the scene in front of him.

“I’ve known about this place since I was a child. I planned to introduce you to it when I asked you to marry me, but tonight felt a lot more important,” Martin’s gentle voice cut through the silence of the night. Jon looked up at his lover and smiled before bumping his head into Martin’s check.

Martin reached up a hand to ruffle Jon’s hair as he laughed. He then wrapped his arms around Jon and started to sway gently.

“What are you doing?” was barely audible from Jon as his face was still buried in Martin’s chest.

“Dancing, silly.”

“There’s no music.”

“There is. You just need to listen.” Jon shivered as Martin whispered directly into his ear.

Jon took a deep breath and listened to the night. He heard the sounds of traffic in the distance. A squirrel chattering in a nearby tree. The gentle sounds of Martin’s breathing. There was music all around them, however nontraditional it may be.

“I’m always here for you, Jon. You can ask me for help whenever you need it or want it. You don’t have to fight this battle alone.”

“Stop it, you’re going to make me cry again.”

Jon felt more than heard Martin laugh, and he leaned back enough to where he could see his lover’s face illuminated by the sparse street lamps.

Jon stood up on his tip toes and wrapped his arms around Martin’s shoulders, connecting their lips once more. Martin was gentle, slowly bringing his arms around Jon to form a cage.

It was everything Jon could have asked for and more. He was lucky to have someone that loved him so unconditionally when he thought himself to be hard to love.

“I love you,” Jon said.

“I love you, too,” Martin replied.

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This was a lot of fun to write actually. I’ve been taking hormone shots for almost four months now, and it’s been really difficult. But in the end, it’s all gonna be worth it. I hope you enjoyed this story and if you’d like me to write something for you, hit up my ask box with an idea! Thanks for reading!

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Tumblr exclusive fic

Hey y’all! So I wrote this fic a couple of years ago on my ABDL tumblr (which I’m not sharing because I did at first and it quickly got weird because that’s where I reblog all my fap material lmao), and it’s just straight up humiliation smut. Warning: it does get messy. Hope you like it! <3

Love and Punishment

Something John had never anticipated about extreme fame was the immediate lack of privacy and time to himself. He had come to relish the times when he was able to hide in the restroom for even just five minutes without someone knocking on the door to usher him to the next concert, press junket, recording session, charity event, or competitive ass-kissing he and his bandmates were pressured into on a daily basis. Sometimes, even a toilet break at all was an unusual luxury—there were often times that he found himself unable to find even a few minutes to relieve himself, and he had to hold it in until he finally had to excuse himself.

Paul teased him about it regularly, especially when John had a close-call which happened more often than John would like to admit. When they roomed together, Paul would help John out of his clothes and inspect his underwear for wet spots, which were usually present. “You naughty boy,” he teased, “I should keep you in nappies all the time, shouldn’t I?”

John squirmed in his seat, thinking about the thick nappies Paul liked to dress him in and not about the growing pressure on his bladder. “I have to go to the loo!” he whined to Paul. They were on their way to the hotel from their concert; as soon as they had finished the performance, the boys were swept into two separate cars, John and Paul in one, with George and Ringo in the other.

Paul only smiled and squeezed John’s knee. “You can hold it, right? You’re not going to have a smelly accident all over the car seat, are you?”

John flushed bright red, glancing up front to see if the driver had overheard. “I’m not a baby!” he snapped. “I can wait to use the toilet!” Paul didn’t respond to that; John knew that he could have named any number of embarrassing things John had done that would refute his claim of adulthood. He and Paul started playing these baby games months ago, and it made John so excited, even though the same process was so shamefully humiliating. They didn’t usually play these games while they were on the road, and John was getting desperate for his infantile release. He didn’t say this to Paul—while Paul acted as his daddy and often got more excited than John while playing, he didn’t want to admit how much he needed it. It was all right when Paul invited him to stay the weekend at his house, wrapped his arms around him and whispered in his ear how much he wanted to treat John like a baby. Having to ask Paul for it himself was beyond him.

By the time they arrived at the hotel, John was in the middle of an awkward pee-pee dance as they went to check into their room. It was late, and the lobby was nearly deserted except for the bellboys whispering among themselves about the famous pop stars in their midst, and a pretty, dark-skinned girl behind the counter, probably not too much younger than the boys themselves. The other car was nowhere in sight.

“Welcome to Magnolia Inn,” the girl giggled, “my name is Carrie! And what’re your names—except everyone already knows your names! Oh gosh, I’m sounding so silly!”

“Not at all,” Paul replied, turning on his thousand-watt smile, and John knew he had immediately forgotten all about John’s “situation.” “I actually like to travel under the name ‘Paul Ramon,’ it adds a little more mystery, don’t you think?”

“Paul,” John whined, shifting his weight from leg to leg, “Paul, please, I gotta—”

“John, I’m talking to this young lady, you’re going to have to wait,” Paul scolded, and John felt a stab of pain in his bladder as his temper flared at the same time. Paul was supposed to care about him, take care of him! This girl, this stranger, could never need Paul the same way John did!

He felt the wet heat between his legs before he fully realized what was happening—he was pissing himself! Carrie trailed off in the middle of her sentence, staring at John’s trousers in shock. Paul glanced over at his friend, then did a double-take at the wet streaks running down John’s legs.

“Look at you! You can’t hold your pee for more than half an hour?!” he yelled, and John burst into tears. He had had accidents before, but almost entirely when he was black-out drunk or in a safe environment with Paul egging him on to just let go, never like this, with a pretty girl staring at him with giggles in her eyes and Paul scolding him for the whole world to see.

“What’s going on?!” a familiar Liverpudlian accent exclaimed, and John wished the floor would open and swallow him. George and Ringo stood behind him, eyes wide as saucers. They knew about his and Paul’s romantic relationship, but absolutely no one knew what they did behind closed doors.

“Little Johnny decided that his trousers would be the best thing to piss in, and he didn’t even want to wait until we got upstairs,” Paul said sarcastically. He finished filling in the necessary paperwork, slammed the pen down, and grabbed John’s wrist, dragging him to the elevator while John sobbed, looking back over his shoulder to see the entire lobby watching them, except for Carrie, leaning over the counter to inspect the large puddle he left behind.

“It was an accident!” John wailed as soon as the elevator doors slid closed. “I didn’t mean to!”

“Bullshit,” Paul snapped, lighting a cigarette. “Were you jealous that I was paying attention to that pretty girl and not you? I’ve never seen you do something so babyish, even when you cut up that girl’s clothing in Hamburg. You’re in for a nasty punishment, little boy.”

John couldn’t reply, he was crying too hard. He let Paul lead them to their bedroom with no arguments, sniveling like a naughty baby as Paul led him by the hand with his trousers sticking uncomfortably to his thighs. As soon as they entered, Paul flipped the lights on and made John stand before the full-length mirror on the wall.

“Look at yourself,” he ordered. “I want you to see the big baby I see.”

John forced himself to meet his reflection’s eyes—his face, bright red, streaked with tears, and trousers, streaked with piss—he knew Paul was right. He was a grown man, but he looked just like an oversized little boy.

“This is what everybody saw, Johnny,” Paul growled into his ear. “You want to embarrass yourself like this, that’s fine, but don’t you dare bring me into it. I thought I had a good little boy who knew that he was only supposed to have smelly accidents in his nappies, but everyone is going to think that Daddy Paul can’t control his big baby. What do you have to say for yourself, baby?”

True to his childish self, even through his tears and sobs, John choked out, “I told you I had to go! You weren’t listening to me!”

The minute he said it, he knew he shouldn’t have. Paul’s face clouded over, and within seconds, John’s wet trousers and underpants were around his ankles, and Paul was yanking him over to the bed and over his knee. “No! No!” he squealed, kicking his legs in a useless effort to free himself, but Paul held him down strong and tight, locking one of John’s legs between his own to make sure that his naughty boy didn’t escape until he had suffered his punishment properly.

“Naughty baby!” Paul grunted as he brought his open palm down on John’s bare bottom. John howled in pain, squirming on Paul’s lap. “Stay still and take your punishment!”’

Despite the pain and the overwhelming humiliation, John was painfully aware of how hard he had become. Having Paul, who was younger than him, who looked so much more innocent than him, dominate him so completely, treating him just like a misbehaving child… John was initially horrified to find how much this role play turned him on, and as time went on, it still shamed him to the core, but he became more and more desperate for even more embarrassing baby situations.

Paul sniffed the air dramatically. “Ugh, you smell like piss, and you’re getting it all over my trousers. You better not wet yourself while you’re on my lap, I haven’t forgotten. You’re going to be Daddy’s good baby and wait until you have your nappy on, aren’t you?”

John only sobbed and moaned into the mattress. Paul loved to bring up the time he wet himself during a spanking, but shushed John every time he tried to argue that he told Daddy that he had to pee-pee before the spanking, but Paul had assumed John was only saying that to get out of his punishment. He didn’t want to wear his nappy tonight, he knew George and Ringo would be coming to their room shortly to demand an explanation, but it was hopeless to argue with Paul on this. John knew very well what the punishment for wetting himself was, and while that was all well and good in Paul’s bedroom, the thought of his friends seeing him in his most embarrassing secret made his heart pound so hard, he thought he may be sick.

Paul finished his spanking with his usual soft tap on the middle of John’s bottom. “All right, baby, let’s get you in that nappy. My little boy is just a regular fountain, isn’t he!” He let John up and helped him out of his shirt, leaving him naked and still sticky from his accident. With practiced ease, Paul pulled a terrycloth nappy from his suitcase and prepared it for John. “Come here, little darling, lie down, right on the middle of your nappy, there’s a good baby! Such a smart little baby he is!”

It was then, as John lay naked on the floor on top of his open diaper, that there came a knock on the door. John started to sit up, but Paul held him down. “No, no, you’ve lost your big boy privileges for the night. Everyone downstairs saw you wet yourself like a baby, so they’re not going to be surprised to see you like this. This is what you wanted, isn’t it, Johnny?” He reached into his case and pulled out John’s oversized blue dummy, popping it into John’s mouth before he had a chance to react.

That was how George and Ringo saw him as Paul let them in the door. He wanted so badly to cry, but resisted by suckling the dummy in his mouth, using it for just its intended purpose.

“What the fucking hell is this?!” George cried, mouth agape. “Is this some kind of gag?”

“John, what’s wrong with you?” Ringo asked. He looked visibly disturbed, but also like he wanted desperately to burst out laughing. “You pissed yourself downstairs, and now… this? Did you lose a bet to Paul or something?”

“Oh no, it’s nothing like that,” Paul said, kneeling next to John with the baby powder and wipies. “Johnny here needs to be treated like a baby sometimes. It’s really the only way to properly discipline him. You remember what a terror he used to be? Well, a few nights in nappies really sorts this boy out.” He patted John’s bottom. “Legs up, baby, let Daddy wipe your wet bummy!”

John felt like he was on another planet when Paul lifted his legs and ran a cool baby wipe over his abused bottom, exposing him to George and Ringo. The humiliation was so deep, so intense, he felt like cold clay in Paul’s hands, and was unable to react when Paul spread his cheeks to inspect his little hole.

“Tsk, Johnny, you haven’t been wiping properly. This is why Daddy should be in charge of wiping all the time!”

“This is insane!” George exploded. “John, get up! You’re not a bloody baby; you’re twenty-five years old! How can you let Paul do this to you?!”

Even the dummy wasn’t helping now—John bawled behind his pacifier, tears streaming down his cheeks, even as Paul continued his diapering process. “George, John can tell me to stop anytime,” Paul said calmly, sprinkling a fine layer of powder over Johnny’s neatly trimmed pubic area. “All he has to say is ‘Paul, I want to be an adult,’ and I’ll immediately stop. But he’s not going to say that, because as embarrassing as this is, Johnny loves being a baby. He’s actually quite a sweet baby, when he’s not being a naughty little stinker, and I love being his daddy. Even though I have my hands very full with this big baby’s nappies!” He tickled John’s chubby tummy, and John giggled despite himself.

 “He actually uses those nappies?” Ringo asked in obvious disgust. “He shits himself and everything?”

“Oh yes, he was reluctant to it at first, but now little Johnny loves to do his poo-poos in his nappy, don’t you, love? In fact, that reminds me…” He reached over to his suitcase once more to pull out his medicine kit, and from within it, a small jar of large pills. “Johnny has a long night of punishment ahead of him for that stunt he pulled in the lobby, and these suppositories are perfect for a naughty boy who likes to potty in his pants. Would the two of you like to stay?”

John whined loudly in fear as George and Ringo looked to each other, then back to their friends on the floor. “We won’t…” George started, hesitantly. “We won’t have to change him, will we?”

 Paul laughed. “Not unless you want to! But believe me, you don’t want to.” And with that, he swiftly slipped the suppository deep into John’s bum and pinned the diaper closed. “The only rule is that you won’t tell anyone what you saw here tonight. The only reason I’m letting you two see this is because you’re our closest friends, and we trust you. This isn’t hurting John, it’s about loving him and disciplining him the way he needs.” He sat John up, still red-faced from crying, and kissed his cheek. “We do love you, Johnny,” he cooed, stroking his hair back. “Even though you’re a naughty baby, we love you.”

Ringo crouched down in front of John, eyes twinkling in amusement. “Hullo there, baby Johnny. I’m your Uncle Ritchie, do you remember me?”

John only blushed and sucked shyly on his dummy. Even just a year ago, he never would have dreamed this would be happening! Ringo reached out and grasped John’s diapered crotch, making the boy gasp.

 “He is rather excited by all of this,” Ringo remarked to Paul, acting like John couldn’t hear them, or rather, that he was too young to understand. “I thought it may have just been from the nappy change, Zak gets little stiffies when he’s getting his dirty pants changed too.”

 “He does usually get a stiffy when I’m changing him,” Paul said nonchalantly, standing up but making no motion to help John from the floor. “Has Zak ever pissed on you while it’s up? Johnny’s gotten it all over my shirt before.”

John whined loudly, and hid his face behind his hands as the other boys laughed. “Sorry, Johnny, this is just what parents do!” Ringo chuckled. “They all talk about their little one’s most embarrassing moments… It’s just that usually the little one in question is too young to remember it happening!”

“So… he does really like this?” George sounded less angry than before, and John peeked through his fingers to look at him before quickly hiding again. “He gets off on it? And you do too?”

Paul hummed in agreement, and ran the tips of his fingers through John’s hair. “It’s really not as bad as you think it is, even the messy aspect of it. It was a process. It started with giving Johnny a spanking when he misbehaved and… ended up like this.” He bent over, stuck his hands beneath John’s armpits and hoisted him to his feet. “Oof, come on, darling! Your punishment isn’t over yet—it’s Corner Time.”

“No, Daddy, pwease!” John cried, the words muffled behind his dummy. Paul didn’t listen, of course, and John found himself with his nose pressed to the corner of the wall, tears streaming down his face as everyone else laughed and Daddy told him he had thirty minutes of punishment left.

“God, he looks just like an overgrown baby,” George commented, lighting a cigarette, and John heard the other boys follow suit. “This is seriously perverse, Paul.”

 “Aw, it’s not as bad as all that, Georgie. You know John didn’t have a dad growing up… This is therapeutic for him as much as anything. Have you ever seen John cry before? This makes it so much easier for him to let go of all his troubles and just focus on little baby things instead.”

“What does he like to do?” Ringo asked, voice brimming with glee. “Does he drink from a bottle?”

“Of course he does! Sometimes I’ll feed him from a bottle even when we’re not playing, he just loves it so much. He always wants to be sucking on something, whether it’s his bottle, or his dummy, or thumb, or even just my cock.”

John heard someone choke on their drink, and the three of them burst into laughter as John burned in shame in his corner. His cock ached against his soft nappy, and while Daddy was distracted, he rubbed his crotch gently, trying to get even the slightest bit of stimulation, but Daddy was much too vigilant.

“Ah-ah, Johnny! Hands behind your back, little boy!” Johnny obeyed with a sob, and heard Paul explain, “Johnny isn’t allowed to play with his pee-pee either. He knows that belongs to Daddy, and only Daddy is allowed to touch it.”

 There was movement from behind him, and moments later, John felt someone’s hot breath on his neck. “Is that true, Johnny?” George whispered into his ear, and John shivered, the reverberations of George’s voice going straight to his groin. There was a heavy smell of liquor of George’s breath, and it took all the strength he had not to turn around. “You like your nappy so much, but Paul won’t let you play with your… Your little pee-pee…” John tried not to moan as George groped between his legs; he didn’t fight, only rolled his hips against George’s hand, attempting for even the slightest bit of gratification.

But just then, as George kissed his sweaty neck, he broke wind so loudly, he was afraid it might have been heard from the hallway. Paul and Ringo burst out in hearty guffaws as George leapt back. “Christ Almighty, John!” he cursed. “Are you not potty trained at all?!”

John wailed in humiliation and whirled around to defend himself. “It’s not my fault! It’s the supp—”

“Back in the corner!” Paul thundered, and John did as he was told, cowering pathetically, slightly smaller farts filling his nappy. It wasn’t far away now.

“Daddy, please, please let me go to the potty!” John begged, shifting his weight from side-to-side. “Please Daddy, I don’t want to use my nappy!”

“Now now, Johnny,” Ringo said, “there’s no shame in using a nappy for what they’re meant for!”

“Thank you, Ritchie, that’s what I’ve been telling him for ages! You heard Uncle Ritchie, Johnny, go ahead and make your messy in your nappy. Daddy and your uncles will be here to change you.”

John moaned loudly; the thought of little Georgie, whom he had always treated as a child, an inferior, changing his shitty nappy, fried his brain, so deliciously humiliating that he would have done absolutely anything he was told. He squatted down, nose still deep in the corner of the room, and took a big breath as he began filling his nappy in front of his closest friends.

“He’s doing it!” Ringo cried. “Bloody hell, I wish I had my Polaroid!”

Paul was next to John instantly, kissing his cheek and stroking his hair. “That’s it, little darling, push all that nasty mess out. Daddy is so proud of you! Go poo-poo in your nappy like a good little baby!”

“Daddyyy,” John whined, tears still falling from his eyes, every squelching, rumbling noise that came from his backside making his scrunch his face up in shame.

“Daddy’s right here, lovey.” He patted John’s already-drooping bottom. “Get it all out, baby.”

 “Christ, that’s rank,” George muttered. “Hey Ringo, what smells worse, John or one hundred babies?”

“Oh, John, for sure! Babies have simple diets, but I see what John puts away on an average day!”

“Shh, Johnny, just ignore them,” Paul whispered, as John whimpered and sobbed. “You’re Daddy’s precious little boy and I love you no matter how stinky you get.”

It took several minutes of John pushing and straining to get all of the mess out of his system, Paul comforting him all the while. When he finally stood back up, the back of his nappy hung low on his hips, stained brown. George and Ringo hooted and hollered with laughter.

“There you go, little sweetheart,” Paul cooed, patting his nappy again. “Doesn’t the baby feel much better now that he has an empty tummy?”

John nodded and whimpered through his tears, “Uh… Uh-huh…”

“You were so good, honey, so Daddy hates to do this…” He checked his watch. “Daddy will change you in just fifteen minutes.”

John wailed babyishly, and Paul gave him a sharp smack on his messy bottom. “Don’t make me get the dummy ribbon!”

 “Dummy ribbon?” Ringo inquired.

“Johnny has a tendency to take his dummy out and complain if I don’t strap it in somehow. I found a lovely pink ribbon that I can tie around the clip of his dummy and then back around his head. You don’t want your uncles to see your dummy ribbon, do you, Johnny?”

John shook his head but didn’t answer. The mess against his arse felt disgusting, and he feared it was so full, the nappy may fall off his hips altogether, exposing his messy bottom to all of his friends. Despite the revolting load in his nappy and the most frightful humiliation he had ever experienced, John had never been this hard in his life. He spent the last fifteen minutes of Corner Time trying not to listen as Daddy Paul regaled George and Ringo with stories of his babyish habits and exploits, and trying not to brush the front of his diaper against the wall for any sort of relief.

“All right, baby, time’s up!” John turned around to see the three other men smiling wolfishly at him. “Now let’s get that nappy changed, shall we?”

Paul led him on shaking legs back to the towel that marked his changing spot on the floor, and grimaced as he sat his full weight into the mess in the back of his nappy. He understood why babies cried when they needed a change, he felt so perfectly helpless and disgusting that he couldn’t do anything but lie on the floor and suck on his dummy while Paul gathered his diapering supplies.

 “So what do you say?” Paul asked. “Do you guys want to help me with this?”

Ringo finished the rest of his drink in one large gulp. “I’m game. Two kids have inured me against being disgusted by shit.”

Paul turned his doe-eyes onto his youngest friend. “Georgie?”

George drew out a long, guttural groan, before saying, “Fine, if everyone else is…”

John lay perfectly still as Paul unpinned his nappy, and for a brief second, he hoped that he would start laughing and tell the other boys to leave so he could give John the privacy he deserved. That fleeting hope was gone the moment Paul pulled the front panel of his nappy open, and the full extent of his mess, and his leaking little erection, was revealed.

“Man alive!” George cried, waving a hand in front of his face. “He smells worse than a thousand stadium loos!”

Paul laughed. “You should smell him after he’s eaten beans! Now, both of you take a leg, and hold it up. We want to make sure Johnny gets nice and clean after his stinky accident!”

John’s legs were raised high in the air as Paul pulled on a pair of thick latex gloves. John could tell that Ringo and George were staring at his messy little hole and privates, but by now, he was almost too far gone to care. He squirmed under their scrutiny and the cool baby wipe that Paul ran over his bottom, but otherwise lay still, suckling his dummy peacefully.

“There we go, lovey,” Paul crooned. “Daddy and your uncles are going to make you all clean! Then we can give you a nice little cummy for being so good during your punishment before Daddy puts you in your nighttime nappy.”

 John gurgled and cooed happily from behind his dummy, even as George and Ringo laughed. “Oh, I think the baby likes his cummies,” George said. He stroked John’s chubby thigh with his finger, smiling when John turned his half-lidded gaze to him.

Soon enough, John’s bottom passed inspection and Paul threw the overloaded diaper in the trash, and in the back of John’s mind, he reminded himself to leave a very big tip for the maid in the morning. “Keep his legs up,” Paul ordered, and produced a small, bright yellow egg, that with a deft twist of his fingers, started to magically vibrate. Paul knelt on the floor and pushed the egg deep into John’s bum, making him pant and squirm on his makeshift changing mat.

“Now come, darling,” Paul said. “I want you to give your uncles a nice thank-you prezzy for helping change your stinky nappy! Ask them if they want a blowie?”

John sat up, and said in his most childish voice, “Uncle Ritchie, can I please give you a blowie?”  

Ringo grinned and stroked John’s cheek before unzipping his fly. “Now, how could Uncle Ritchie ignore such a sweet request? Go ahead, little Johnny, it’s all yours.”

John immediately started to bob and suck along the length of Ringo’s cock, the toy vibrating inside him making him sloppy and inexact, but no one expected more from a big baby. He tried to take it deeper, but choked, gagging around the shaft. Within minutes, Ringo’s large cock exploded all over John’s face, covering his cheeks, bridge of his nose, and lips with strings of white cum.

 “Daddy!” John exclaimed, wide-eyed. “Daddy, my face is sticky!”

 Paul and Ringo laughed. “It certainly is, darling!” Paul gushed, and wiped his boy’s face sweetly. “Now it’s Uncle Georgie’s turn.”

John turned to George shyly. “Uncle Georgie… Uncle Georgie, can I…

“Yes, go on,” Paul encouraged.

“Can I suck on your... Your baba?” John whispered, mouth dry.

“Fuck,” George whispered in return. “Fuck, Paul, I’m sorry I said what I did, I think I understand perfectly now.” And with that, he took the back of John’s head, fingers intertwining with his thick hair, and urged John’s mouth onto his cock.

John bashfully sucked on the head of George’s cock, so much larger than his own. He glanced up at his younger friend, and George let out a loud moan. “That’s it, little baby, suck it,” he growled, and John regained his nerve, bobbing his head up and down until George spilled his spunk into John’s mouth, and this time, John was able to swallow all of it.

“What a good boy,” Paul murmured, helping John to his feet and wrapping him up in his arms. His little cock was so eager for release, it looked painful to the touch, and a large pearl of pre-cum clung to the tip. Paul sat on the edge of the bed, and sat John down on his knee. John moaned as the egg pressed deeper inside him, buzzing against his prostate, and Paul took a firm grasp of his cock.

 “Baby has Daddy’s permission to cummy,” Paul whispered in his ear, and that was all it took. With a loud, quivering gasp, John finally found the release he had been waiting for since Paul had pulled him over his knee.

“Good baby,” Paul said, kissing the side of his head. “Now stand up for Daddy…” John did as he was told, and Paul bent him over to remove the egg from his bottom. His legs felt like jelly, and as soon as he started returning to his senses, he was hyperaware of George and Ringo watching him.

“Now we’ll get the baby in his nighttime nappy, and it’ll be time for night-night,” Paul said firmly, laying John back down on the bed. “Do you want to thank your uncles for taking care of you?”

“Th-thank ‘oo, Unca Ritchie. Thank ‘oo, Unca Georgie.”

Ringo smiled gently, and leaned down to kiss John’s forehead. “Think nothing of it, Baby Johnny.”

George stared at Paul. “Aren’t you going to get off too?”

Paul smiled as he unfolded a fresh nappy and slid it under John’s bum. “I will, just later. Daddies have to put their babies’ needs ahead of their own desires.” He quickly and expertly diapered John, and with a burst of baby powder, one would never know how foul he had been only a short while before.

George bent over to kiss John’s forehead just as Ringo did, then after a second, pressed another to his lips. “Good night, Baby Johnny. I’m sorry if I was mean to you tonight.”

“It’s okay, Unca Georgie,” John whispered. “I wuv you…”

George smiled widely. “And I love you too.”

Paul showed the other boys out of the room, saying his own good nights and reaffirming their itinerary for the following morning, before coming back and tucking John under the covers.

“I’m so proud of you for being such a good boy during your punishment,” he said, pulling his clothes off until he was nude, his erection stiff against his abdomen. “You’ve come such a long way in your baby training.”

John smiled sweetly as Paul snapped off the light and crawled into bed with him, spooning him close from behind. “Uncle George and Ringo won’t tell anyone, will they?”

“Of course not, baby. They would never do that to you.” John could feel Paul’s erection poking him insistently through his nappy, and he let Paul turn him on his front with no arguments.

Paul took one of the pins from his nappy and pulled it down enough for John’s arse to be exposed. With a little lube, he slid into John’s relaxed hole with ease, groaning with pleasure. “I’m so happy you’re my naughty little baby, Johnny,” he panted, thrusting into his boy. “I love getting to punish you and make you my good boy.”

John cooed in happiness. He had inhabited many identities thus far in his short life—troublemaker, teddy boy, pop star, troubled artist… But somehow, by no narrow margin, being Paul’s good boy was the best of all.  

[harringtonheartache]

Daybreak | Part Five

Part Six

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Lab Escapee! Reader?

Summary: Part five of this fic. Trauma unburiable and comfort unfamiliar. 

Word Count: 2,200 +

Warning(s): Mild cussing, PTSD/trauma

A/N: Yay chapter five! Thank you to anyone who is reading (-:

While he had previously been roped into driving only Dustin to the arcade, Steve had now upgraded his chauffeur position and become responsible for driving all four kids back to their respective houses. Nine still sat shotgun - her spot was reserved at this point - and this time around she was left void of questions from the kid in the back. The boys (squished into three seats despite their headcount of a higher number) talked with one another at a slightly above reasonable volume. 

“If I had like, one more quarter, I totally would have beaten your high-score,” Dustin spoke. 

“No you wouldn’t have,” Lucas responded, the look on his face communicating just as much self-righteousness as his tone. 

“Okay, one of you out,” Steve said as he stopped the car in front of a house.

“One of us? Whose house are we at?” Mike questioned him, the darkness of the sky leaving it hard to see exactly where they were through the back windows of Steve’s car. 

“Technically Lucas’s, but as long as one of you gets out, I don’t care who I leave here,” he said.

Lucas, hearing his destination announced, ignored Steve’s attitude. He still had Dustin to argue with. “You wouldn’t have beaten my score,” he said. He ducked out of the car. “And you never will!” He said with a slick smile and a louder voice, shutting the door before Dustin could respond. His mouth hung open for a second, as his chance of shooting back was taken away from him at the closing of the car door. 

With every stop, the noise from the back got lesser and lesser. Will was the last to be dropped off (although he could have sworn his house came before Mike’s), and he gave a polite farewell to Steve and Nine. He was the only kid of the four who verbally thanked them, although they were all grateful despite their lack of expressing it upfront. “No problem, Will,” Steve said as Will climbed out of the back seat. “It was nice to meet you, Nina” he told Nine. She had almost forgotten she had a second name. “You too,” she said to him. 

Once Will had gotten about halfway up his driveway (Steve always watched to make sure they got inside okay), she spoke again. “I think he’s my favorite”. 

“What, not me?” Steve said to her, his eyes scrunching in a false dissatisfaction.

“Of the kids,” she clarified.

“Ohh,” He rolled his eyes, not aggressively, but rather to signify that he understood, or that he just got it. “Okay,” he said, throwing his head with a dramatic nature, his hair (messy but somehow still immaculate) bouncing as he did so. Nine chuckled at this, and it was only after she did so that he dropped the act and cracked a smile too. 

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By the time the two arrived back at Steve’s house, the sun had completely set. He decided that entry through the backdoor was the safest bet, as it was less likely to alert the attention of his parents than it’s alternative. He guided Nine with his own movement. “This way,” he told her as they circled the house to his backyard. The night was quiet, their feet making soft strides through the grass. It was dark since the absence of the sun, but she could still make out his tall figure in front of her as for the serene moonlight that illuminated her view. Once they had made it to the concrete of the back porch, a new light showcased his silhouette: the ones that lit the pool. 

She paid it significant mind, uncertain and slightly curious of the body of water’s purpose, but chose not to ask Steve for answers. She was sure that he wasn’t fond of explaining things that seemed nothing but ordinary to him. They walked the curve of patio around the water’s edge, himself leading the way, three small steps up to the backdoor. “Shit, did I really leave the house key in-” Steve broke the quiet nature of the atmosphere, but only slightly as he said this in a whisper. He felt his pant pockets up and down, patting the fabric to feel for metal underneath. “I don’t know why I don’t have the house key on the same ring as the one for my car,” he continued with his soft-spoken ramblings. “Shit, okay I gotta go back,” he told her, spinning on the heels of his feet to face her with an apologetic yet lighthearted look on his face. It was humorous. Nine was standing below those three steps, as she hadn’t climbed them yet. She raised her eyebrows slightly, but only communicated a look with an understanding and untroubled essence.  

He took up the lead again, back to the car to retrieve the key that his misorganization placed there. She followed him, not because she was required too or even asked, but because she hadn’t even considered waiting there for him instead. Taking a few steps backward to give him room, she intended to follow him right back to the car. “Sorry,” he threw her a quick apology, although she didn’t think that he really needed to. 

She stepped without quite looking where she was going. The back half of her foot was met without ground, and the lack of balance threw her body backwards into the cold of pool water. Without much time to realize her mistake, a small yelp could be heard for but a second before she was submerged underwater. Steve heard it though, and turned swiftly to watch her disappear under the surface. The first splash in the deep end was followed by a second. He had jumped in willingly, and now directed himself to where he had watched Nine fall. His pool was deep. The lower end of it sunk to eleven feet to allow diving from the board above. Gravity’s victim kicked with no particular swimming stride at the bottom of those eleven feet, water filling her lungs as she couldn’t help but scream. The feeling of hands, strong but struggling against her movements, made her want to scream louder. As she was unable to put up a true fight, they gripped around her center, underneath her breasts but above her stomach. Arms tightly around her, she was pulled upward, and she inhaled sharply when her head broke the surface of the water. “Hey, hey I got you,” she was told. Her breathing was erratic, interspersed with coughs combating the water she had swallowed. “You’re okay, I got you”. With the voice’s second sentence of reassurance, her mind was able to fully realize who it was that had her within their hold. She stopped thrashing. Steve swam gently without lessening his grip, pulling her with him in the direction of the pool stairs. Her hands found the arm that wrapped itself around her upper half now, and she clutched onto it. ‘I’ve got you, you’re safe,” he said again. 

Steve could now touch the bottom of the pool, and Nine probably could too, but he still did not let go of her. Once reaching the stairs, he turned her around to help her to dry ground. Once she was met with the familiar feeling of concrete beneath her feet, she sunk, her body too weak from it’s unintentional swim to stand. Her left leg bent in front of her, as if she were sitting cross legged, but her right bent slightly further out rather than stacking on top, left foot to the side of her right thigh. Her hands, flat against the pavement in front of her, gave her support as she leaned forward somewhat. Steve, removed from the water as well, trotted over to a poolside chair to gather a towel. “Can- can I touch you?” he asked her when he returned with it in hand. Perhaps a silly question to someone whom he had just hauled from a pool, but one he made sure to ask. Breathless, she nodded. He wrapped the towel around her back, tucking it over her shoulders. His left hand did not leave her when he was done though, as he placed it lightly against her back. 

He now sat next to her, his own wet clothes leaving a pool of water next to the one Nine’s body produced. She closed her eyes, struggling against unwanted thoughts that filled her head like it’s own eleven-foot swimming pool. “You’re safe now, I promise,” he spoke. A promise he could now guarantee. His hand circled against her back soothingly. 

—

Returned to the true safety of his bedroom, Steve now shuffled through his closet for dry clothes to offer Nine. This time he fished out a sweatshirt and a pair of shorts. He turned around to hand them to her, taking notice of how intensely she was still shaking. “Hey, do you want to take a hot shower? Then you can change into these clothes,” he said. Her hands still gripped the pool towel he had given her outside. “I can wait just outside the door, no one will bother you,” he told her. She agreed. He walked her to the hallway bathroom, letting her inside and placing the clothes on the closed toilet seat. He folded them neatly, as his mother had done with the blanket he used for his bed on the floor. “You can use whatever you want in there,” he said, referencing the various soaps and shampoos that lined the hollowed segments of his shower. “Okay,” she told him. “Thank you,” she added, looking into his eyes completely. It was a sincere thank-you, one that held the weight of more than just gratitude for the granted use of the shampoos. “Yeah,” he responded softly, holding eye-contact with her beyond his response. He ducked his head as he stepped out of the bathroom, carefully shutting the door. Keeping his vow, he stood with his back against it as he waited for her. 

Her hair now smelled like Steve’s, and her body was dressed in a large sweatshirt that almost completely covered the shorts she was also given. The hood tucked nicely against her neck, her and Steve retreated to his room. “Do you feel better?” he asked once they were inside. “Yes,” she said, a small smile following her words. It was a genuine expression, but it still had a thread of sorrow sewn somewhere within it. “That's good,” he said. 

—

Sitting up with great speed, Nine gasped louder than she would have preferred as she violently pulled herself from sleep. After taking into consideration her surroundings, she decided to be grateful she hadn’t screamed instead. Sat slightly off-centered on Steve’s bed, she took panicked inhales and exhales, trying to remove herself from her brain’s idea of a dream. “Are you okay?” a voice in the darkness startled her a little bit more. Gazing over the bed’s end, she saw Steve, who sat up too, gazing right back at her. “Yeah,” she responded. “Just,” a pause, “a bad dream,” she finished. “Oh,” his voice spoke.

 “Do you want to talk about it?” he questioned. He had actually been awake for a few minutes, and the idea of conversation comforted him as he hoped it would her as well. Her breathe calmed, chest rising and falling with less rage. There was a pause before she spoke again; she was contemplating her own speech. “Back at the lab.. They would lock me in these big tanks of water. In my dream I was back there. They wouldn’t let me out.” A nightmare Steve had surely never endured himself. He sat silently for a moment, and Nine worried she had taken an invitation to discussion he had not truly intended for her to take. “Is that why it scared you so much? Falling into the pool?” he asked, connecting the day’s events with her confession of trauma. His voice was soft, perhaps as soft as it had been earlier when he had reassured her that she was safe. “Yes,” she said quietly. “My mind just brought be back to those tanks”.   

Silence fell as it had before, Steve’s inexperience battling with his kind and consoling nature. “I’m sorry,” he spoke again, not wanting to leave her too long without a response. “I,” he paused once more, contemplating words. “I can’t exactly relate to, or even imagine that feeling. That’s terrifying.” He shook his head in disbelief and sincere empathy.

No one spoke for another twenty seconds or so, but the silence was comfortable. A steady calmness settled over Nine just knowing that he was awake and sitting with her. “I won’t let them take you back,” Steve’s voice found itself in the room again. Nine had been focused on her hands as she provided her segment of the conversation, but with this assurance, she looked up to meet his eye in the darkened room. A smile graced her face, but not to reassure Steve this time. Since she had first staggered into Steve’s car, with every moment leading up to now, a feeling of true security had been increasing inside of her. It was with his last sentence this sensation of safety derived from being within Steve’s presence was finalized. He smiled back at her from the floor, that same calmness reaching him as well.

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[crybabytoy59]

First impressions. 👼 (inspired by “Fallen Angel” picture below)

As I sat on the flight time seemed to ebb out so slowly thinking of the three days ahead my mind was going into overtime, as we landed I got far more excited over meeting her for the first time the taxi trip was a short one, as I arrived two things struck me this was a very remote location also it was a converted barn, surrounded by a hedge row on all sides.

The short walk to the door had me stop and adjust myself as I was wearing a Tena inside my jeans, in  which my cock was rock hard ! I knocked the door and she opened it stool in black leather trousers a white top with black leather bra that pushed through the white top at me, she stood 6 ft tall athletic built with long blond hair in large rings falling over her shoulders lighting up her face green eyes and high cheekbones she stood smiling “ Hello Crybaby in you come Sweetheart end of the hall last door on the right Crybaby....everything is All set up for You Sweetheart” as I walked down the corridor she asked how my flight was ect...as I got to the Door she spoke “Now Crybaby on your  Knees please facing Me handies behind your back....Clever Crybaby...Ok we are going to start now so listen Very Careful Ok ? ( i nodded) Clever Crybaby, You Are a Three year old  Baby girl just learning to talk, you will Not use big words here Ever ! You will have No Safeword & No limits....So my question is Do You want To leave ? “ I took a deep. Breath & lisping Out “Noow Mistwress Mummy” she smiled down at me lifting a small box “Tilt your headie back Crybaby handies behind your back & keep still “ she put pinpink contacts in each eye I was. Now party blind all I could see was a blurry pink haze & shadowed outlines ! “All fours Crybaby “ she put a. Collar on me tugging it forwards “Come on Crybaby we have lots to get done to prepare you for tonight’s playtime!!”....As I crawled into the room my mind drifted back to the run up to this day....

I had met them online by chance after they had read one of my stories weeks of chatting took place with finally them agreeing to be Dominant to me in the manner of my fantasy character,  I was told to change my lifestyle before meeting them this had taken three long months first I had to become a vegetarian my main meals being soups  with shakes & smoothie drinks making up the rest of my diet, I had lost half a stone during this transition & also felt very good in my self with the diet. The next part came in the form of regulation of My habits, this was putting a butt plug in 24/7 my day time plug was smaller than the nighttime plug at first I struggled too sleep with it due to the discomfort after inserting past my sphincter but this eased, next came going to the toilet, I was told to awaken at 6am each morning a movement was followed by urinating then my day time plug was installed untill my 7pm toilet movements & nighttime “pluggie” as they Now called it, I wore disposable nappy’s 24/7 so I could wet as I was up to a pint of water ever hour daily now, my morning water was consumed before my toilet duties two pints of cold water 30 minutes then plug out followed by a movement & pee....this became an easy habit after two months the third month they had me mix an enema up at 6:30 before toilet this was one pint of milk four egg whites & a tablespoon of Honey, this was put in after my 7pm toilet followed by my plug & Nappy I was to hold this all night the first week I had several “accidents” but second week this ebbed till I was able too control My cramps,also they would send me packages each week with All my needs, foodstuff, drinks, nappies, care products & plugs ! Each week they grew slightly larger, the last week was the worst as the plugs were shaped like a male organ pushing the first one in felt very humiliating working during the day with a fake cock inside me was strangely exciting and had me on edge constantly, as I had not been allowed to come in that three months this had me become more and more submissive!!

Crawling into the room partly blind I could not have felt more submissive!  as she patted my rear & Spoke “Lay on your back Crybaby that’s the way...Now just relax & keep still Little One” she started undressing me I was now aware that I was on a rubber sheet of some kind as my bare skin met the rubber, she patted my bulging nappy from both my excitement & the constant wetting I was Now wetting almost constant from drinking so much water “Clever Crybaby lovely & wet aren’t You Sweetheart (I again nodded to which she giggled) Yes quiet the wee wetter Now aren’t we?.... Clever Crybaby potty Toy “ my Wet Nappy was removed she then toyed with my plug “Clever Crybaby you have you’re sissy pluggie in, did you like your surprise last week...(I nodded) Clever Crybaby Sweetheart best get used to having a cock pluggie In as I have big plans for this end Crybaby...but don’t fret we will be taking just as good care of your other end Sweetheart..in fact All your holes Crybaby..I do mean All Your Holes !!!!” She started to strip All my clothes off, I could hear her putting them in something plastic, next she patted my rubber pants then spoke “Clever Crybaby have we been Clever & followed All your instructions I mumbled “Wess Mistress Mummy “ She simply patted my thigh “Leggies Wide & handies Out like a cute starfish Crybaby....good Crybaby I do like Obedient babies!...Now Don’t Move (She Put me in a dry nappy)...Open Wide!! “ I felt her push a dummy into my mouth but this was No ordinary dummy the teat was a thick 4” cock affair, that she buckled behind my head then pushed my head to the floor. I could see a blurry outline of her position something over me, she attached something to the gag...”Crybaby Sweetheart No moving or I will be angry with You “ I felt my mouth filling then the need to swallow, as I gulped it down due to my position on the floor, it was warm & salty ? I realised what she was having me drink as I did she barked at me “ Crybaby Sweetheart Swallow it all Every last drop or I will simply force it into You Crybaby!” This was my first indication that this lovely girl was in fact Very Dominant with a WKD sadistic streak as she smacked my thigh “Crybaby wet while you drink my golden nectar! ...Crybaby wet your Nappy or I Will punish You Very Severely!” She was now beginning to scare me as I genuinely wet myself “Clever Crybaby Sweetheart you and I will get on just fine if you simply Obey my Every command Crybaby...Now lets get you hooked up !” She had a sadistic tone to her voice now....”Aawww Crybaby are you welling up? Clever Baby don’t fret you can cry All you Want shortly...Trust Me Crybaby Sweetheart..You Are going to Cry for me....am going to have you bawling like the Sissy Crybaby You Are !!!” She opened the wet Nappy removing it, then started to wash me with wet wipes very gently, next she was rubbing in cream on my crotch then my legs, chest and under arms, it started to feel warm as I realised what she had done she put her hand under my neck then spoke “Up you come Crybaby.. sit up for me..clever Babyslave sit still handles behind your back again” she removed the cock feeding gag as I was now done with her “Golden nectar “ started shaving my hair off !! This I had not expected, but it felt strangely erotic ! The smell from the cream was much more powerful now as she again spoke to me I could see her outline in front of me knelt down she had something in her hand “Open wide Baby... clever Baby but wider !! That a clever wee Thing in we go” I could hear she was clearly enjoying what was happening to me as i whimpered she pushed in the rubber ball gag the stalk too the leather part was quite thick keeping my mouth wide open it was hollow, she bucked it behind my head holding it firmly in place “Look up at the ceiling for me Crybaby”. She fitted a posture collar to me holding my head backwards !

Debra was tingling from head to toe she loved this part taking from a submissive the control , she had a full 21days ahead in store for him, a complete mind fuck that he would take some time to recover from if ever, she had told him a long weekend was the plan but due to the “treatment with No safeword or limits he would need a fortnight off work too recover... she had No intentions of any less than 21days after all it was her holiday treat too herself, she smiled inwardly patting his head she spoke to him “Now Crybaby sit still till I rinse you down” she lifted the syringe it’s end was threaded she screwed it to the gag then spoke to him “Crybaby I want you to really concentrate as I Am going to feed you something swallowing slowly Will help you not to chock...Ok sweetheart? Here we go!” She let the sprung loaded part of the 20ml syringe go, the white Goo slowly left the syringe making its way into the Gag !!

She started washing the cream from him as he whimpered a loud ! Fuck she loved being Dominant !!!!

The water washed down the rubber slope into the waiting drainage, Debra lent over lifting the rubber tube & the first enema plug ! Just larger than his current cock plug but it would stretch him fully as she inserted it, she spoke “Now Babyslave lay back down this time handies out stretched above your headie..Clever Babyslave that’s the way Hold still !” She slowly withdrew the cock plug covered in matter she lifted the stand putting the plug into the holder she pushed the stand over his face ! So the plug was over his nose !

Next she lubed his anus then slowly slid the 5” enema plug home to a squealing from her charge “Hush Now Crybaby Sweetheart Swallow...Don’t Stop or you Will chock silly Baby” she pushed the waiting tube from The bulging bag to the plug inlet a loud clicking let her know it was sealed in place, Debra opened the valve just as the last of the syringe disappeared into the gag !

“My my Clever Babyslave Sweetheart swallowing all your creamies down ! ..lay there as you fill Mummy will take your feeder gag out so she can Do Your Makeup !!” Withdrawing the gag Debra could not resist sexual teasing of his predicament “Stay Open Wide Crybaby.....phew Crybaby your a stinky creamie mouth Aren’t You ? ...(Debra giggled at his lisping answer) Yes Sweetheart you had best get used to it ! Crybaby in we go ...close your sissy potty Mouth Crybaby..Clever Babyslave lets get you made up Sweetheart “

I could not shut my mouth filled with Mistress Mummy’s soiled pants, as she started with my pink base coat painting my face, I was to learn this base coat was water resistant & only came of in time or with a special liquid. She then used red for My cheeks then shiny red for my lips outlining them in white to make them seem pouting ! Next came eye shadow this was just plain make up as Debra wanted it too run each time I cried so she could scold and humiliate Me beyond belief, as she finished the make up she lifted me back to a sitting position “Handies up in the Air Crybaby! I felt her pull something over my head it was an underdress ! Lined with soft rubber my hands slid into gloved ends as she tugged it down the rubber ring at the neck fitted over my posture collar she ran her hands over it making sure it was an air free fit, next cam rubber tights I felt her clip the under dress to them, she pulled on a dress this felt quite heavyweight zipping it up she Spoke “Aawwww Sweetheart that’s just perfect for a sissy Crybaby girlie potty Training Toy” did she just say potty training toy ?

Just as I was processing that though of sitting on a Potty she giggled “Yes Sweetheart Your Going to be Training whilst you spend your Days Crying for Us....potty girlie Crybaby “ then she did something that genuinely started tears welling up in my eyes....she traced my mouth with her finger “You Are going to be quite the Babyslave Potty Mouth !.....no Crying won’t help handies behind you let’s get your reins on as I think someone is about to start struggling & we don’t want any accidents Sweetheart “ Mistress Mummy laughed not a sweet laughing a sadistic Deep laughter.......I was now starting to fidget on the rubber flooring as the enema started making itself known deep in my lower intestines churning sounds were coming from me as Mistress mummy fed the leather “Baby Raines around my chest then buckled them tightly on a further tummy belt was tugged tightly, this made me whimper louder as the filling spread further upwards she spoke to me “handies behind you Crybaby clever girlie “ she fed on rubber mittens that made my hands ball tightly once on she looped a rope from the shoulder strap to my right wrist pulling it upwards to my shoulder blades, my left arm got the same treatment. She then pulled them together via my collar tho made me arch backwards, but also made my elbows rise up away from my body tightly! As I whimpered she fitted something over each bent arm this was now being laced up pulling my arms tightly bent like chicken wings !!  Without warning she hauled me up “Knees Now Crybaby Open your leggies wide apart, she took hold of my hard clittie pushing something down its length I felt her push each ball into separate rings then they tightened this was followed by tugging as my clittie started to tighten up its length she patted my now bound & bobbing clittie mocking “Crybaby Deep breath in & hold it until am done .. Do it Now !” She fed a catheter inside me inflated the balloon end tugging it to see it was secure! But the enema still kept flowing I felt I would burst as she again patted my head “All fours Crybaby..as I moved i panted loudly due to the enema, suddenly it stopped Mistress Mummy started rubbing my tummy “Clever girlie Crybaby let’s work this up much further Sweetheart... that’s it relax... down on your elbows botty up high for Mistress Mummy!” She kept rubbing.... then lifted a long syringe around 200ml setting it to the plug she pushed it home with all her might I squealed out past the wad gagging Mistress Mummy suddenly Spanked me hard barking “Get up on All fours Crybaby let’s go it’s time to meet Master Daddy !!! Move Crybaby pottyToy !!” She hauled me into another room by a leash... then spoke “ Look who I have Master Daddy... all ready for you!” .. I looked up at another figure as he spoke “My my Crybaby Mistress Mummy has made a lovely job of dressing our Fairytale girlie...( he was tugging at my arms) her fairy wings are just prefect Mistress Mummy.. ok Crybaby let’s get you into your bondage gear for tonight’s “Hunger Games”...kneel Crybaby potty Toy !!” They both laughed as I started crying.......

My tears were not of my distress..but of my shear relief at my True Submission finally being realised....

As he set to work I could see Mistress Mummy taking pictures of me, first my wad gag was removed he spoke to me “Crybaby stay Open Wide...clever girlie” I felt him push something rubber into my mouth deep in my cheeks,over this was pulled a rubber hood to my surprise I felt hair down my back & shoulders it had some type of wig attached to it the rubber framed my painted face over my mouth sealing in the gag that was now tugging slightly as it did it inflated in my mouth ! This was a butterfly gag .. my cheeks puffed outwards as the intruder slowly made its way to the back of my throat! I wrenched at that point Master Daddy stopped patting my head “What you think Mistress Mummy... Crybabyslave looks quite the Fairytale princess Now don’t you think?” Mistress Mummy giggled mocking me “Crybaby Your just so adorable with those Tears running down that cute Baby face .... the perfect little fairy for us...But Master Daddy don’t Fairytale Crybabys Fly?” I felt him at my reins then my collar “Why yes Mistress Mummy they most certainly Do..up we go Crybaby fairy Potty Toy!!” I started to raise up off the floor higher and higher he smacked my thighs firmly “relax your leggies don’t move them until We say Baby!!” I hung as my legs unfolded under me till I was just on the balls of my toes she spoke to me “Crybaby leggies shoulder width apart! Clever girlie Crybaby Now point your feet at the floor & keep nice & still for us!!” I felt some sort of leg brace being fitted to each leg slowly forcing my feet to point uncomfortably down wards, but it was the force they both tightened the leather straps I knew they would become painful before too long, I was panting Now as the enema cramps were coming both faster & with greater intensity now, at that I felt my feet being pulled into a tight arch the bones compression from the small instep strapping was not pleasant, I suddenly started Crying move gurgling past the gag for them to Stop, Masters answer was to smack the back of my thigh “Think we care Crybaby? Get your leggies wide apart.. Crybaby Did I not just Tell You WIDESPREAD!!! Do it Now !! Clever girlie Crybaby potty Toy don’t disobey Us Again...But just to make sure let’s give you a Sound Spanking!!... Mistress Mummy first !” She was clipping the spreader bar to my ankles then stood up as Master Daddy held my hips”Right Crybaby this Potty Toy is what disobedience brings!!” She started spanking me not light smacks heavy full force blows that shook the ceiling frame ! I burst out Crying uncontrollably bawling into the gagging! She did not stop until she swapped with Master Daddy! She held my harnessing “Your Turn Master Daddy I have warmed Her up for You” the first smack left me in No doubt how strong his spanking hand was as air bellowed from me from the assault on my rear but he’d no interest in stopping! Suddenly he spanked my thighs then calf’s!! Now I knew the purpose of the leg braces.. I could not move from the assault!!!!...I hung as they both inspected my red hand printed bottom & legs, Mistress Mummy was first to speak to me “Clever girlie Crybaby let’s get the rest of your leggies done sweetheart “ I felt her smack me between the legs up & down my inner thighs! Master Daddy held my hips firm as she rained blows down on me. Again they without a word simply swapped places As Master Daddy picked up where she had left off...”Clever girlie Crybaby that’s a Babyslave struggle in your bonds for us, What a Big Fairy Potty Toy you are living up to your Namesake!!” Thwack! Thwack !!.....suddenly he stopped “bring the punishment stool Mistress Mummy I think someone needs to be more obedient.....Don’t You Fairy Crybaby Girlie look at the Mess of Your Make up ! “ my tears had the eye makeup running everywhere! Mistress Mummy brought the stool then took more close up pictures of my snotty make up strewn crying face as Master Daddy hauled my legs up high sliding the stool under me, I was let down onto it .. as they did I squealed the stool had a heavy padded V upside down that wan Now forcing my legs further apart but also pushing the cock plug further inside me ! “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s it Baby bawling your cute eyes out for Us...Master Daddy let continue her spanking...But let’s have her be a Clever girlie Potty Toy as we paddle her with the “Baby Buster” Master Daddy was already at my butterfly gag as I felt the warm liquid hit the back of my throat!  Mistress Mummy barked at me “Take A Deep Breath Crybaby !! Hold it in !!” The first paddle was incredible it was just flowing through me in a wave of white hot pain...

After they had both there fill of paddling me into hysterical tears Mistress Mummy...started stroking my face as she spoke...”Hush Hush Now Crybaby Sweetheart I know that was a very sore Punishment but Mistress Mummy wants to ask her Crybaby potty Toy A question...Hush or I Will have Master Daddy use our special Belt on your sore botty....Much better now look at me Crybaby that’s a Clever girlie...You will be Obedient at All times if not ..each time you will be punished like that Crybaby..So are you going to Be Obedient?...( my head was already nodding) Clever girlie Crybaby let’s see shall we....Can you take her gag out Master Daddy “ the butterfly gag was deflated then Removed, as he did Mistress Mummy held up my cock plug from earlier under my nose !! “Clean it Crybaby!!” They Both giggled as I started licking off my own mess from the plug..”Clever girlie Crybaby that’s it all we want is an Obedient Potty Toy girlie ....Open Wide Crybaby !“.....Mistress Mummy pushed the entire length into My awaiting mouth till the narrow plug end was between my teeth the rubber plug end now flaring out over my red painted lips, Master Daddy was behind me he pushed a small wet sponge into each cheek then pulled pink vetwrap around my face tightly next came pink shrink wrapping he stopped briefly to put an ear plug inside both my ears then continued my face wrapping untill only my eyes & nostrils were visible but he wasn’t Finnish next he wrapped black pvc electrical tape over & over Very tightly to form a face harness !then he spoke to me softly patting my bound head “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s gonna Keep our Potty Toy girlie nice and Quiet as we prepare her for this next stage....as Crybaby is gonna be a Noisy wee Fairytale girlie!”

Mistress Mummy pulled a zip all the way around my dress, I had not noticed the chest plate with the pink fairy on was a large flap.as it was let down it revealed the see through rubber my nipples and chest she was Now rubbing she looked into my eyes “Crybaby Sweetheart we are going to spank you here now, as we do I Want you to clean your pluggie ever so Clean...Now Present Please Crybaby !” I knew what she wanted of me the straps creaking as. I arched my chest outward so she could beat me with the large heavyweight flogger in her hand!....I was truly lost in my own submissive mindset Desperately wanting there approval of My now Deepening submission to Them....Mistress Mummy knew it as the first few she toyed lightly, then spoke to me “Crybaby Sweetheart Be Obedient & arch further for Mistress Mummy...Clever girlie Crybaby that’s the way a good Fairy Potty Toy should behave...mind clean your Pluggie !” Thwack!!!......Master Daddy was rubbing some type of cream onto my bottom & thighs next he tugged My botty Cheeks outwardly from the punishment stool, then he pushed me forward slightly as he plugged something to my Butt Pluggie it then started to vibrate ! He rubbed my tummy then mocked me “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s going to loosen up All Your nasty mess and make your lovely tummy crampies much much worse, Our poor Potty Toy is gonna want to go ever so badly but Crybaby Do you think Mistress Mummy and Master Daddy will let you ? ( They Both giggled as I shook my head) Clever girlie Crybaby right answer your going to be on the punishment stool All night...then I The morning if you’re a Clever girlie Crybaby we will let you fill your Nappy for Us !” He couldn’t be serious! I couldn’t take this All night, I started crying again as Mistress Mummy joined him mocking me “Aawww look Master Daddy more cute Crybaby Fairy Tears! What a Clever girlie Crybaby come on let us see you crying like the cute Toddler you are!” She swung the flogger Thwack !! This time Full force !!!

[heksesang]

Dolly pt. 2

Brahms knew what he had done in his excitement, he had watched the way you eyes fluttered and rolled back, body going rigid before limp; he didn’t mean for you to blackout but he got too far ahead of himself, mummy always used to tell him off for doing that. He remembers the night that he watched you and some nameless person fool around,you had gone out into the village and ended up meeting someone. He watched that night as you moaned while they brought you to edge but what caught his attention the most were the hands clamped around your neck, the way you seemed high off it. He wanted to try it. He did. It wasn’t the same. You didn’t seem to enjoy when he did it.

He wasn’t sure exactly how long he had before you would regain consciousness but he knew he needed to move fast,get everything he needed. He hauled you over his shoulder,making his to the bathroom.

Snapping your eyes open it felt like someone had drilled a hole in your skull. It took a few seconds to focus enough to see, or rather feel, what was going on. Your shirt was haphazardly being pulled off over your head and from the way the chilled tiles was hitting your legs it seemed as though your bottoms had already been removed. Screamrunhidehitbite said that little voice in the back of your head as you tried to gain your composure, you knew that you had to be level headed about this.

The shirt was finally pulled off and you could see, coming face to chest with Brahms. With the adrenaline fuelled hysteria now gone you could make out a lot more, he was wearing a vest top that looked dirty and well worn, some sort of cardigan that looked just as worn as the vest but it still looked soft. You could hear him mumbling to himself but with the mask it was hard to fully make out what he was saying under his breath. Looking around carefully you could tell you were on the floor in one of the bathrooms, items were haphazardly strewn about the bathroom. You finally caught his eye and the panic began to weasel its way back but you concentrated on staying collected, meeting his gaze “Brahms, you’ve had your fun, time to stop” You tried to make yourself sound firm and as if you weren’t ready to cry at any given second but it sounded more desperate, voice cracking with the soreness of your throat. He seemed taken aback,jumping a bit, as if he wasn’t expecting you to talk but his surprise was quickly replaced with something more mischievous as his hands made their way to your face, cupping your cheeks.

“ You’re not in charge here, you’re just a doll” He was mocking you.

It was a week ago when you had finally had enough of all the unexplainable things going on in the house, you may have over-reacted when you found your cup of tea in the pantry after you had set it down in the study. You had shouted, at nothing in particular, how sick you were of everything and then turned your attention to the ever present doll, letting a tirade of swears and anger out. Now here you were, being mocked with the very same words you had used against said doll.

“Fuck you!”

Brahms didn’t seem to like that. The way his shoulder hunched up and his whole posture seemed to tighten indicated that maybe letting your anger get the best of you wasn’t the smarter idea considering the situation you were in. “Brahms-“ You has to be cautious, Brahms was a large man, he could easily kill you with his bare hands. “- I’m sorry for swearing, but you just scared me Brahms. If you let me go now we can start over, I’ll make some dinner and we can talk about this; you can say whatever you want to and I’ll listen but this isn’t right!”

If Brahms was taking anything you were saying on board he didn’t show it, instead getting up and walking over to the small bathtub, pulling something out.

“I found this pretty dress for you, y/n, silly dolls like you have to wear pretty dresses”

Were this a different situation than the current one the dress would have been stunning. Sheer cream materiel accented by lace at the chest and sleeves,a peachy coloured ribbon tied loosely around the limp waist. Were this any other situation it would be sweet; romantic even, but this wasn’t a different situation.

Brahms layed the dress down on the counter top before pulling you up. You felt limp, allowing Brahms to clumsily pull the dress down over your head, excited hands shakily smoothing the skirt down over your thighs before tying the ribbon securely around your waist, hands lingering longer than you liked.

“There, all dressed up. Maybe when you aren’t acting like such an entitled harlot you will be allowed to dress yourself but until then I’ll make sure you’re dressed nicely”.

The words stung, you felt stupid, leaning on a counter in an ornate bathroom in a dress fit for a model all while you knew you must look a wreck,bird nest hair and what felt like a bruised throat; a grown man in a dolls porcelain mask and dirty clothes fawning over you. You let yourself be posed into a sitting position on top of the toilet lid, Brahms hands coming up to your face and holding it before you could move away.

“I found some of mummy’s old makeup, I thought we could play dress up”.His head nodded excitedly along with his words, as if he wasn’t actually speaking to you, rather speaking to himself about you.

One hand held your face still while the other rummaged around the items scattered on the floor before picking up what looked like mascara. The wand looked small in Brahms hand, you kept your eyes on it, you knew it was silly but it could still poke you in the eye if he messed up and you didn’t need your vision to be lacking right now. “Eyes closed” it was a barely a whisper. You knew closing your eyes would mean being even more vulnerable but on the other hand refusing Brahms could lead to violence, it seemed a lose-lose situation. You decided the obeying would be the best of the bad choices, closing your eyes and feeling the messy application of the mascara. You could hear the sound of the mascara tube hitting the bathroom tiles before thumbs were wiping under your eyes in what felt like an attempt to clean up the mess.

“Eyes open” You complied. Next was a tube of lipstick, his hand once again held the side your face still as he wiped the lipstick over your cheeks lightly before rubbing it in. Brahms hand slipped to grip your chin, angling it to swipe the lipstick onto your lips. “There we go, so pretty” His pointer and middle fingers rubbed along your lower lip, prodding lightly before dipping into your mouth and tracing along your lower teeth. You held your self back from biting down as a second finger joined and pressed down on your tongue before finally retreating, wiping the remnants of spit on your cheek.

You were swept up, carried like a bride down halls and staircases until you reached the day room, sat on a seat and pushed in as if you weren’t capable of it yourself.

It had to be some sort of fever dream, you felt, saw, smelt, tasted everything that was happening but you had decided that this wasn’t actually occurring. Maybe there was a gas leak and you were actually asleep in your bed, this was all a hallucination. What ever this was a sharp slap snapped you out of your thoughts, hard enough to make your head roll to the side. At some point of your zoning out Brahms had taken his mask off, you could see it discarded on the table in front of you. He was a handsome man no doubt, rugged scars littering the right side of his face, discolouring his eye.

“Are you listening? I’m talking to you and you don’t even have the manners to answer me” He was like a petulant child. “ I asked you if you wanted sugar and you just sit there, like an idiot, answer me!” You took a second to look at the table, there was a tea set that looks like it came straight from a period drama, sugar in a small bowl.

“Sorry Brahms I was just just thinking about how nice this dress is,yes please” It seemed to placate him, watching as he added a teaspoon of sugar into the dainty looking cup in front of you.

Survival, that’s what this was, going along with what he said so that you would still be alive by tomorrow morning. The police shows always told you to go along with what the captor said, keep them happy so that’s what you planned, keep him happy, keep yourself alive.

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I am so sorry this took so long to put out but I had to basically rewrite it and then I had so much coursework. I hope it’s okay though, I proof read it but if I’ve missed any spelling mistakes or anything just tell me.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN 👹🔪🕸🕷💉🎃

[krreader]

BTS reacting to you accidentally grinding on them during a playful fight.

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kim seokjin

“What are you doing?” Jin had left his bedroom for maybe three minutes to go to the bathroom and when he had left, his crush definitely hadn't been sitting on his bed and having his Nintendo in her hand. Yet, here you were, staring at him with huge eyes, like you had just been caught doing something forbidden. Which was true in a way. Mario Kart was sacred to him.

“I wanted you to win for once..”

“(Y/N), I swear to god, if you ruined my round..-” before you could even react, he already was on the bed with you, trying to grab the Nintendo out of your hand.

You were laughing to the point that your belly hurt, trying to get away from him, until he had you trapped on your back and him somehow lying between your legs. Still not wanting to give up the Nintendo, you tried to push him off, only to have you raise your hips and full on let your clothed vagina rub over his dick.

First, he stared down, like he was checking whether or not he had been able to keep his calm and not get hard.

“Seokjin.. I think there is something in your pants you need to take care of. In the meantime, I could just play this round for you. And the next. And the one after. So just.. you know.. take your time jerking off.”

“I hate you with all my life,” he hissed as he got up to do exactly what you just told him to do and you continued playing with a triumphant grin on your face.

min yoongi

“Why do we always have to watch what you want to watch,” you whined as he browsed through his Watchlist, “I want to watch something that I find interesting for once.”

“No chance, you have horrible taste.”

Oh, so not only would he not give you the remote, but he also wanted to insult your taste in movies?

Fine.

You instantly straddled him and grabbed the remote out of his hand, hiding it behind your back. But just that little bit of movement and you sitting directly over his crotch had his dick twitch beneath you.

“You're sitting on my penis.”

“I can feel that.. do you want to watch porn, maybe? I'm sure you have a bit of that on your..-” but there was no way he'd watch porn when you were already straddling him. 

He knew you liked him, you knew he liked you.. might as well finally go for it.

And so he slammed his lips against yours and helped you move back and forth, until his dick was fully hard.

jung hoseok

“I'm in charge of the music!” Hoseok said as he ran after you in the dance studio, trying to get his phone back.

With a grin, you quickly tapped on 'So What' and fast forwarded to the chorus, laughing when he started chasing you.

There were only so many places you could run to, so it didn't take more than ten seconds for him to wrap his arms around you from behind and try to get what was his, but with you wiggling in his arms, he soon had an entirely different problem.

One you could feel press against you.

And then you both stood still like you were frozen.

“Do you..-”

“You moved too much.”

Still, his arms were around you and with a bite of your lip, you quickly changed the song to Baepsae, wiggling your eyebrows at him through the mirror.

“Well then.. how about this song?”

When he grinded his member against you, you got your answer.

kim namjoon

“Can you stop moving, please?” he whined as you seemingly couldn't fall asleep next to him and all he was trying to do was read, which was hard, when you continuously cuddled against him or threw your limbs over him, only to decide a second later that it was uncomfortable.

“Can you be more comfortable, please?” you fully laid on top of him, wrapping your arms around him as tightly as you could as he tried to push you off.

“(Y/N), stop this..-”

“No!”

And as hard as he tried to, your grip around him was too strong. And he soon realized that the more he tried to push you away, the more you rubbed against a part of him that he couldn't control when being rubbed over by the one he loved more than he should.

You pushed yourself up on his chest, both of your palm flat against it, as you cocked your head to the side. Namjoon only gulped down hard, figuring you must have realized it, but watched you with his lips parted as you, now consciously, started rubbing yourself against him.

And soon his hands were on your waist, guiding you as you were dry humping each other.

At least you were able to fall asleep right afterwards.

park jimin

“Jimin, stop,” you didn't know how this tickle fight had started, but Jimin had been the cause of your laughter for the past ten minutes and you were already crying from how he had absolutely no mercy.

“Look at you,” he laughed happily, “You're so pretty like this..-”

You told yourself that you had no other choice, but to fight with a weapon that you knew would work.

And so with a maneuvered move, you switched positions so that you were not lying under him anymore, but sitting on top of him, “Got you.”

“That's not fair, I didn't..-” but you didn't let him finish the sentence, already starting to tickle him to.

Only difference is that you didn't exactly leave a lot of space between your bodies and even if you didn't notice what you were doing, Jimin most certainly did.

And it was only when you felt something poking at your thigh that you stopped, a grin from ear to ear forming on your face.

“I won. Clearly,” you said as you looked down at his boner.

Jimin didn't move an inch, only waited to see what your next move was. But even in his wildest dreams, he never would have expected you to suddenly slide backwards and pull down his pants to take care of the problem you had caused yourself.

And so what started as a tickling fight, ended in him moaning out your name as his hand was fisted in your hair and you were swallowing every last drop of what he had to offer.

kim taehyung

“Can we take a normal selfie for once? Is that so hard for you?” you sighed in annoyance as you looked at the picture on your phone, Taehyung looking yet again like a complete moron with the face he had made, “I just want one picture of us that looks nice.”

“Why? You have the real me, that should be enough,” he wrapped his arms around your shoulders from behind, as you raised your phone yet again.

And when you saw him stick out his tongue again, you couldn't help but push your ass against him. And again, and again, and again, every time he was doing something silly basically.

You didn't think much by it. Only by the ninth time did you feel it and ask: “Hold on.. are you doing this on purpose? Or why do you have a boner?”

“I don't know what you're talking about,” he shrugged innocently.

Oh, that sneaky..-

jeon jeongguk

“Oh my god, no, don't take them away from me,” you cried as Jeongguk snatched away your cookies and held them up high in the air, “They're my everything.”

“You've got crumbles all over my bed, (Y/N)!”

“But that's the point! The crumbles make it nice!”

And so the fight for the cookies began and in reality, he shouldn't have had an issue, to be honest. But even he had been surprised when you had suddenly pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him like you were lovers and not best friends.

Then he was at your complete and utter mercy and already felt his dick harden when you pushed yourself forward a bit as you reached for the cookies.

“Got you,” you said with a happy smile, munching on them until you realized he was staring at you with parted lips, “What?” you said with a full mouth.

“I.. need to go to the bathroom.”

“Oh..-” you didn't realize why, didn't even ask yourself why he was on the toilet for good ten minutes. It was only when he came back and his hands smelled like soap and hand sanitizer that your eyes widened, “YOU JERKED OFF!”

Yeah, and who did he have to blame for that?

[anastasiaskarsgard]

Hydrangea

To read earlier chapters in this, go to my master list here

Warning: cursing and Smut!!! nsfw

Chapter 5

I ran through the house calling out for Max, but there was no happy little yip. No tip tapping of tiny nails on the hard floors. I checked each room, opening every door and closet, looking under every bed, but came up empty handed. I went outside shouting his name, in tears at this point. Every possible situation ran through my head. Wild animals, crazy eyes kidnappers, children, there was no telling! Realistically, He must of escaped when the cleaning people came. I decided to go on a hunt for him, when I heard the garden gate creak open. I looked over to find my beautiful bestie Bill walking towards me with a proud smile, carrying my little Max. Max began to wiggle like mad when he saw me, so Bill placed him down, and he raced over to me.

“Max!!! Oh my God! Where did you find him?” I squealed as I got down on the ground to celebrate reuniting with him.

“The neighbors down the way, found him earlier. They just swung by to ask if I knew where he lived and I did of course. No biggie!”

“I was having a freaking full on panic attack. Oh my gosh I am so happy! You’re a lifesaver!” I stood up and wrapped him in a tight embrace. I went to pull away, but he wasn’t quite ready to let go.

“Mind if I stick around? It’s a little overwhelming over there.”

“Mi casa is su casa motherfucker! You can help me put stuff away.” I said as I pulled out of his arms, and headed towards the house.

“You’ve been looking for the dog all this time?”

I stuck my tongue out at Bill and ran in the house, with Max dancing at my heels. I went over to the radio and tuned it to some upbeat poppy music and I danced as I put things away. Bill sauntered into the kitchen with an amused look on his face.

“Do you dance?” I asked him holding out my hand.

“Not well.”

I was so happy I found Max! I was in the best mood and just wanted to dance and be happy. I wasn’t feeling awkward or shy around him, so I shimmied my way over to Bill swaying my hips as I took both his hands. I twirled around, catching both hands again putting my back to him. He was just chuckling, shaking his head. I knew I actually had pretty good rhythm, he just didn’t feel comfortable enough yet.

“I think I need a few shots before I embarrass myself,” he said.

I released his hands and skipped over to the items I needed to take to my room. There was quite a bit, but luckily Bill was right there to help. I never had to even ask. He took the majority of the items, while I just carried the toilet paper.

“What should I wear tonight?” I asked him since I wasn’t sure how casual I could get away with.

“Can I choose your outfit?”

“Seriously? Sure. Are you trying to make me love you? Because if you get me a cupcake, my heart is yours.” I turned to look at him but her appeared serious.

“Is that all it takes?” Bill asked mockingly.

“It’s cuz I’m easy, I’m easy like Sunday morning,” I sang out. “ oh, I gotta call my Auntie. You can look through the few clothes I have here if you like for a few ok?”

Bill nodded and I ran back in the kitchen to grab the phone. I dialed her number and was disappointed to get the machine but I left a message:

Auntie I’m not dead! Im so sorry if you thought so. I took my little dog and we went to the Summer house before anyone could hurt me. Been hanging with the Skarsgards and I’d love to see you! Kisses. Love you! Miss you! This is Lauren just in case that’s not obvious. Bye

Hopefully she’d call back before the party. I was curious what Bill was doing, so I quietly crept back to my room and found him comparing clothing with the cutest concentration look on his face. It still shocked me that this was what that knobby kneed, skinny little dork turned into. He for sure had an awkward phase, that I saw end, and the beginning of a dreamboat emerged but even then, I never dreamed he’d be this hot, not at this level.

“It’s rude to stare.” He said without turning around.

“I was just wondering if you wanted a Washington apple drink? I make pretty good ones.”

“That’d be great actually, thank you. By the time you’re back, I’ll have an outfit.”

I rushed to the bar and combined the ingredients into a shaker, pouring it over ice in two snifter glasses. There was still enough for another drink, but I just decided to down it. I didn’t want to get wasted, but I needed some liquid courage for what I was about to do.

I walked back in the room and found bill sitting on the bed, lost in thought. I walked up in front of him and I handed him his drink. He smelled it cautiously, took a sip and smiled. “Very tasty, I like it!”

“Was there ever a doubt?”

“You’re going to be the best dressed bitch there! Is there Crown in this?”

I trailed my hand down the length of his arm, watching carefully as his breath hitched at my touch. He looked up into my eyes, and I bit my lip, internally debating if I was really going to do this.

“You're a damn tease," he grumbled at me.

I giggled as I rubbed my leg against his and removed my dress in one fell swoop, standing before him in only my underwear. He eyed me up and down, but didn’t reach out, so I walked around the bed, looking at the clothes he had selected for me to wear. I felt my face getting hot by the embarrassment of getting practically naked, with no reaction. It was really only a mere moment, but it felt far, far longer than that. Finally, he got up and walked around, spinning me around to face him, and gently pushing me to sit, before he carefully spread my legs and settled in between them.

“Bill..."

A contemplative look settled on his face, and i squirmed a bit. It was a bit unnerving sitting in my underwear, while he was fully clothed, shamelessly looking over my body.

I huffed, and he snapped his eyes to mine with an arrogant smirk. Cocky bastard.

He regarded me once more and it took all my self control to sit there confidently like this wasn’t a big deal. It was. Every crazy insecurity in my brain was screaming. I started to think about all the beautiful celebrities he sees naked, and models, and suddenly felt silly, but I was just as curious, as I was aroused what he was going to do. Maybe he’d pick up the clothes and dress me, but he was gonna do something, and I was here for it. I Never have had a man look at me as if i was a problem to figure out.

He looks into my eyes and bites that damn swollen lip of his. “I’ve wanted you for my entire life. You’re my dream girl. Now you’re in front of me and I’m actually nervous. I never get nervous.” He chuckled.

“That’s actually really sweet Bill. Show me what you dreamed to do”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.”

His Hands settled on my hips, gently tugging me forward slightly, he leans over me, warm breath over my neck as he presses his lips to mine passionately. It’s as though someone has ignited a match under him and his kisses grow more and more desperate and needy in no time at all, turning us into panting, moaning messes. I feel His hand slide up my body, cupping my breast as his thumb rolls over my nipple. I clench at the comforter as his mouth trails downwards, teasing me with soft bites across my torso.

“Oh, fuck..." I whimper.

It seems to amuse him to see me try to keep my composure, in spite of the death grip on the comforter and my toes curling. I hated that he was being so patient and controlled as he played with my body, as we both caught our breaths. Mumbles of 'tease' and 'mean' accidentally slipped out of my mouth.

He pulled himself up, causing me to whine, as he hovered over me sporting a smirk on his face. "I'm mean now am I?"

"Don't play dumb Bill, you know what you’re doing."

He lowered himself down pressing his body against me, so I can feel his excitement against my thigh, making the reality of what was happening very well... real. It didn’t seem wrong tho.

“Don’t move,” he whispered in my ear. Fucking seriously? I was so turned on and wanted to touch him so bad, but I played along and watched him longingly as he slowly undressed, pausing to neatly fold his clothes into a pile. There was no need for rope, or anything to bind me. When he said not to move, i knew I better not dare move. He had a confident undertone I suspected liked being the boss. My breathy moans filled the air as he took his time, before settling his mouth on my chest, teasing and playing with my nipples, till finally my voice was full of desperation.

He migrated downwards, mouth moving south, before grasping beneath my knees, pulling my legs over his shoulders.

It took every ounce of my self control to hold still, to not grab him by his thick hair, and grind against his face when I felt his tongue slide between my folds, flicking over my clit. He had a heavenly mouth and a wicked tongue, And I loved that, but it was terrible now when it seemed like his goal wasn't to make me cum, but make me beg. His Tongue continued to ravage my clit, and i felt him slide a finger inside, and then a second, bending his fingers crooked and quickly finding the spot that made my whole body start to shake.

“Bill you fucking tease, I want you.” I mosned impatiently.

He laughed lowly but he didn't stop. The movement of his fingers was slow, and he sucked gently at my clit, tongue flicking against it, over and over again. He wanted me to slowly burn, until i was nearly mad with my arousal. I was moaning freely now, pleasure mounting steadily, but it wasn't enough to push me over the edge, it was just enough to keep me there teetering.

I wanted to touch him, wanted to push my sex against his face and make him, make me cum.

“Bill, please," I moaned, urgently, “Please, I need..." I needed him to make me cum, needed him to kiss me and fuck me. “I need you," i squeaked.

Bill growled and increased the pace of his fingers, while he increased the pressure of his tongue against my clit. My fingers curled, nails digging into my palms moaning, feeling my release hurtling towards me. I gave a loud cry as I came, eyes fluttering closed as Bill rode the wave, till the last drop of my orgasm was done.

I laid there blissfully, eyes still closed, until I felt him pull away from me, causing an instant panic and fear of him not wanting anything from me. I took a moment to steady my breathing, and stopped myself from leaping up seeming too needy. I told myself to play it cool as I slowly opened my eyes, to find him gazing down at me, raising his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean.

"God, you're so fucking hot." I felt stupid as soon as I said it, but I still felt spaced out, brain unable to come up with something more complex or romantic this soon after an orgasm.

He laughed a little and a genuine smile stretched across his face. I loved his smile. I couldn’t help but look up at him and smile like a fool.

“Come here, I have a secret to tell you.” I said mischeviously.

He leaned down over me, resting his weight on his elbows as he buried his hands in my hair, and kissed me. This was what I wanted. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue, and a thrill ran up my spine when I heard him moan quietly. I managed to pull back, just barely.

"Can I touch you?" I asked, gazing deep in his eyes.

There was fleeting panic on his face, but it quickly disappeared and he nodded.

I ran my fingers through his hair. He shuddered slightly, and my free hand reached down between our bodies, wrapping around the length of his cock. I watched his face as i stroked slowly, seeing his eyes darken as he made soft moans and gentle grunts. He was so beautiful.

"I want you, Bill, please?” I whimpered and the way he made me feel when I saw he wanted me too, is indescribable. Carefully settling his weight on one arm, he positioned himself at my entrance, pressing his lips into mine, as his hips pressed forward slowly. It was amazing feeling him completely inside, and both of us took a moment to adjust deepening our kiss.

Taking hold of my hand, Bill intertwined his fingers with mine, pinning it to the bed as he thrust into me, each thrust harder than the last. Shameless moans and heavy breathing filled the room, and i felt pressure on my hand as he squeezed it, almost in unison to his thrusts.

I was shocked to find myself quickly approaching another orgasm, but something about the urgency and harshness in his movements, and his lean body pressed against mine, combined with his scent and sounds he made was driving me insane. His name was now all I could say, over and over, till I arched my back, and screamed as i came a second time.

Bill’s own release followed shortly, my name whispered on his exhale, as he maintained the most intense eye contact I’ve ever experienced.

A comfortable silence filled the room, as I closed my eyes And he pressed his forehead against mine, catching his breath, still thrusting slowly as I rode out the last waves. I tilted my head to give him a brief kiss, and he opened his big green eyes. He smiled softly at me, and it made my heart flutter knowing that smile was just for me. I caused it.

“Wanna shower and head over to the party?” He asked.

“Everyone’s going to be able to tell we did this. I have a terrible poker face.”

“Nah, they won’t be able to tell till I get everyone’s attention and announce ‘excuse me everyone, but I finally fucked Lauren’” he teased. At least I hoped he was.

“You’re so bad.”

“Honestly my mother would probably start to plan our wedding.”

“Shut up.”

“Seriously! You should hear her talk about you! She adores you.”

“Bill I will 100% marry you to make your mother mine and won’t feel guilty at all. Seriously though, don’t tell anyone.”

“Why? Are you ashamed of me?”

“No Bill. After that performance and this face, no bitch has ever been ashamed of you. Just it’s none of their business.”

“Have you met them?”

He slowly pulled out of me, pulling me up to stand, and kissing me over and over as he lead the way to the shower. He turned on the water, and lead me inside, letting me stand in the water. I switched with him, watching the soap run off his body and the way he had to bend down a little bit to get his hair wet. He caught me looking and switched

“I feel like it’s you and me against the world again,” he beamed down at me.

I smiled and nodded, but then I turned into the water so he couldn’t tell that some of the water was coming from my eyes.

[hotandcoldaf]

One Small Step, One Giant Leap

Rating: Explicit

Characters/Pairings: Shiro/Adam

Summary: In which Shiro and Adam awkwardly fumble their way through their first time having sex.

Note: No ages are specified in this fic--they could be on either side of the 18-year-old line here, it's honestly up to you.

AO3 link

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Shiro glanced nervously up and down the hall before he knocked on the door to Adam's room. Intellectually, he knew he was being ridiculous. This was far from the first time he'd ever been in Adam's room. No one had ever tried to stop them or acted like it was in any way suspicious before. There was no reason today would be any different.

Except, today was different. Today, Adam's roommate had left for a week-long vacation with his family, and the two of them had every intention of taking advantage of the situation, to take that final plunge and go all the way. They had come close before, with intense makeouts and clumsy groping that left Shiro aching for more, but it was difficult to scrounge up the privacy necessary even for that in the crowded and busy life of the Garrison. Which made this a golden opportunity that they didn't dare let go to waste.

Shiro had been on tenterhooks all day. Every class had seemed even slower than the one before, and every conversation felt like it could take a sudden turn for the accusatory. Focus had proven completely impossible, and even lunch with Adam had passed in uncharacteristic silence, since neither of them felt comfortable talking about what was really on their minds in the middle of a crowded cafeteria. And when their last class had finally ended, he had to actively remind himself not to make a beeline for Adam's room. Instead, he went to his own room, dumped his school books out of his bag, and replaced them with his pajamas and a change of clothes, his toothbrush, and a fistful of condoms from his roommate's "secret" stash. He had a nagging feeling he was forgetting something, but he pushed it aside. If he really had forgotten something, he could always come back for it later. It wasn't as though Adam's room was very far away.

And that brought him here, to Adam's door, just about ready to vibrate out of his skin. At least he didn't have long to wait, as the door opened almost as soon as he finished knocking, and there was Adam. He'd already removed the jacket of his uniform, leaving just the black t-shirt he usually wore underneath, and Shiro suddenly felt keenly self-conscious about the fact that he was still wearing his own. Should he have changed before coming over?

"Hey," Adam said, in a pitch that betrayed that he was just as nervous about this as Shiro was. "Come on in." He backed away from the door to allow Shiro entrance, and Shiro hurried inside.

"I brought condoms," he said, digging around in his bag to pull out a couple and avoiding eye contact.

"Oh. That's a good idea," Adam replied, looking at the condoms as Shiro dropped them into his hands and also not making eye contact. He grew absorbed in reading the wrapper as Shiro set his bag aside and sat on the bed to remove his boots.

"Did you remember to use the bathroom?" Adam suddenly asked and Shiro froze. That was what he'd forgotten. Adam correctly interpreted his lack of answer as a negative response and jerked a thumb towards his own bathroom. "You should do that," he said, and Shiro nodded stiffly, stood stiffly, and stiffly walked through the indicated door.

Sitting on the toilet, Shiro stared flatly at the wall before him. What a wonderful start this was. Immensely romantic. He looked down at his pants pooled around his ankles, and with an annoyed growl, he kicked them off entirely. It felt pointless to pull them back up only to take them off shortly thereafter. He was wasting enough time here already.

Maybe this was a mistake, he thought as he washed his hands. Maybe they weren't actually ready for this. He glanced up at his reflection in the mirror, took a deep breath, and reminded himself of Commander Holt's advice. If you get too worried about what could go wrong, you might miss a chance to do something great.

He was pretty sure that having sex with one's boyfriend was not the kind of thing the Commander had in mind when delivering that advice, but it was heartening to think of it anyway.

He gathered up his discarded pants and returned to the dorm room, where Adam was waiting seated on the edge of the bed, looking at a bottle of lube in his hands. He glanced up at Shiro's return, only to visibly startle and then stare in shocked silence, eyes wide. Maybe he should've kept his pants on after all, Shiro realized.

"I, uh, it felt kind of silly to keep them on considering..." Shiro trailed off lamely, unable to complete his thought under the pressure of Adam's unblinking gaze. "Is there somewhere I should put these?" he asked instead, and getting asked a question seemed to snap Adam out of his trance, because he suddenly shot up off the bed into a standing position before answering.

"Yeah!" he said. "Uh! Anywhere is fine!"

Shiro nodded and decided to drop them next to where he'd stowed his bag. That seemed sensible. He turned around to face Adam again, only to find that Adam had followed him over and was much, much closer than he'd been expecting him to be. Close enough to bring a hand up behind Shiro's head and pull him into a sudden passionate kiss. All the tension Shiro had been holding onto eased at once and any second thoughts he'd had were banished in an instant, released from his body in the form of a low, eager moan into Adam's open mouth. Yeah, that's right, he wanted this. He wanted this so badly he could barely stand it.

He grabbed twin fistfuls of Adam's shirt to pull him closer as Adam ran his free hand up his thigh, sliding under the edge of his uniform jacket to grope at his bare ass. "You look so good like this," Adam whispered when they stopped to catch their breath. "Almost makes me want you to keep it on."

"I'll look better with it off," Shiro answered, sliding his hands down Adam's chest until he could push up the hem of his shirt. "So'll you."

"Yeah," Adam agreed breathlessly. "Yeah," he repeated, and stepped back from Shiro just far enough so he could pull his shirt off over his head. Shiro had seen Adam shirtless before, of course, many times, but he took a moment to appreciate the view now nonetheless, and the promise of more that it currently carried. His gaze ran over Adam's chest, no longer obstructed by any fabric, and his hands soon followed, grasping at the lean muscle as they roamed. Adam chuckled and leaned forward to give Shiro a quick kiss. "You're so impatient," he said, with a tone more amused than admonishing. "I haven't even gotten my pants off."

"Aren't you the one being impatient? We can't take our time and enjoy this part?" Shiro asked. He traced his hand down Adam's chest until it caught and hooked on his waistband.

"You're the one who came out here without any pants on," Adam retorted, sliding his hands over Shiro's bare hips for emphasis. The motion pulled Shiro's uniform against his swiftly hardening erection, and he let out an involuntary gasp. Adam reflexively pulled his hands away and looked down for the cause. "Oh," he remarked, gazing down at the way Shiro's jacket tented up. "Okay, looks like we're both impatient."

Shiro followed his gaze down, and sure enough, Adam's pants had formed a telltale bulge of their own. His head fell onto Adam's shoulder as he laughed helplessly. Adam laughed, too, leaning against Shiro in turn. Eventually their laughter calmed, and Adam gently pushed against Shiro's shoulders. "Alright, come on, let's finish getting undressed."

Shiro pressed his mouth to Adam's neck instead, sucking gently at his skin.

"Takashi, please," Adam whined as his fingers dug into Shiro's sleeves, which did absolutely nothing to discourage him. He continued to nibble and tease as his hand felt his way back down to Adam's waistband. He blindly unfastened his pants, grabbed hold of them and the boxers beneath them together, and when he eased them down over Adam's dick, he was rewarded with a long moan and a shudder.

His objective attained, Shiro finally stepped back away from Adam and set about undoing his jacket. He smirked at his boyfriend as he did, relishing the look of the blush on his face and the hickey on his neck. "I love you," he teased, and Adam glared back at him.

"I'll get you back for that," he swore, even as he bent down to take his pants the rest of the way off.

"I'm looking forward to it," Shiro answered cheerfully, shrugging his jacket off and hastily removing the tank top he wore underneath.

And with that, they were both fully naked.

All of Shiro's mental momentum came to a screeching halt at the sight of Adam's body laid completely bare. The nervousness he'd banished before was suddenly back in full force. Did he know before now that Adam was circumcised? Had that ever come up in conversation? Did Adam think it was weird that he wasn't cut?

That--that wasn't what was important right now. Shiro took a deep breath in, then let it out in a slow exhale. Focus. "Okay. What now?" he asked, looking to Adam for guidance. Adam was the closest thing to an expert here, in that when Shiro masturbated, it was usually just by jerking one out real quick in the shower, but Adam had a round hairbrush stashed away somewhere that he sometimes used the handle of as a makeshift dildo.

Adam took a deep, bracing breath of his own. "I want to be on top. Is that okay?" That... made sense, so Shiro nodded in agreement. Adam nodded back. "Okay, so, uh. Lie down," he directed with a somewhat superfluous gesture towards his bed. Shiro carefully ducked under the top bunk on his way to lie down on his back, and then he looked at Adam expectantly. He could feel the intense heat radiating from his face and he was sure he must be beet red by now. It was a small consolation that Adam was also visibly blushing despite his darker skin tone.

Adam picked the bottle of lube up and climbed into bed after Shiro, nudging his legs up to make space for himself. He pulled his glasses off his face, squinted at them for a moment, and then slid them back on. "Okay," he said, licking his lips and swallowing. "Are you ready for this?"

Shiro... didn't really feel ready, but he also wasn't sure what ready should feel like, so he nodded. He at least knew he wanted to see what was happening, or at least as well as he could given the positioning, so he stayed up on his elbows and watched as Adam poured lube out over his fingers. He couldn't see what happened next, but he certainly felt it as Adam's finger pushed against and then into his asshole, earning a sharp inhale.

"You're too tense," Adam said. "Try to relax."

"Can't imagine why I'd be tense," Shiro quipped in retort. Adam laughed and used his free hand to push against Shiro's chest.

"Just lie back and concentrate on how it feels. You know I won't hurt you."

"I know." Shiro laid back as requested and frowned at the underside of the bunk above them, crossing his arms over his chest. "It just feels weird."

"You'll get used to it." Adam ran his hand along Shiro's inner thigh as he spoke. "And then it'll feel good, I promise. But only if you relax."

Shiro closed his eyes and took deep breaths as Adam's finger eased deeper inside him. It was such a strange sensation; it took a lot of concentration to not instinctively clench down around the intrusion. He lost that fight when Adam switched directions without warning; he tensed up with a hitch of his breath.

"Takashi," came the stern response.

"Sorry! Sorry!" was Shiro's hasty apology as he loosened his sphincter's hold on Adam.

"Do you want a distraction? Would that help?" Adam asked. Shiro could feel his finger moving in and out again, and even though it was slow and careful, a distraction sounded like a really good idea. Certainly better than just letting him stare at the underside of the bed above.

"What kind of distractio--" Shiro hadn't even finished his sentence when he felt something warm and wet run up the underside of his dick. "Fuck!" The word escaped his mouth before he even had time to think about it, and when he pushed himself up to look down at Adam, his boyfriend was wearing a grin like a bear trap.

"So you do know that word!" he crowed proudly, and Shiro swiftly snatched the pillow from behind his head to smack him with. Adam took the hit, but that didn't stop him from laughing.

"Warn me before you do something like that!" Shiro exclaimed, dropping the pillow to the side.

"But you are distracted, right?" Adam asked without a single shred of remorse before he dragged his tongue over Shiro's dick again. He got his answer in the form of a loud whine, which he apparently (and correctly) took as a sign of encouragement, because the next thing he did was close his mouth over the cock's head. His tongue teased at Shiro's foreskin, and Shiro dug his heels into the mattress and threw his head back with an even louder whine. God, that felt good. And it was definitely an effective distraction. He barely noticed the finger inside his ass.

At least, until Adam started moving it again. It was--it at least felt less weird when paired with the careful and deliberate movement of Adam's lips up and down his cock. It was... fine, really. He could handle this. He could definitely handle this.

Adam pulled away from his cock and out of his ass, and when Shiro looked back down at him, he'd grabbed the bottle of lube again and was pouring more out. "I'm going to put a second finger in now, okay?"

Ah, right, this was all building up to something. He'd almost forgotten. "Yeah," he answered breathlessly, lowering himself to lay fully on his back again. He pulled the discarded pillow to his chest and braced himself for the coming sensation. He could handle it, he reminded himself.

What he got instead was Adam's tongue against his dick again. He let out another curse and his fingers dug into the pillow in his embrace. But he barely had time to process it before there was pressure against his asshole again, and oh. Oh, two fingers were so much more than one. He groaned as they pressed deeper inside him and they stopped.

"Does it hurt?" Adam asked, concern in his voice.

"N-no," Shiro answered, and it wasn't a lie. He felt pushed to his limits and overwhelmed, but not painfully so. "It's just--it's a lot." Could he really take an entire cock when just two fingers made him feel this way? He could, right? There wouldn't be any need for preparing in the first place if he could just take a cock without having to work his way up to it. Stretching him out for that was the entire point, he just needed to have faith that it would work.

"You'll get used to it," Adam assured, echoing his thoughts, and Shiro felt his lips press against his inner thigh. "But tell me if it does hurt, okay?"

"Okay," Shiro agreed, and the fingers moved again, joined by Adam's mouth against his cock. Adam sucked at him in fits and starts, the lion's share of his attention apparently occupied by his fingers. They didn't just push in and out; they were also carefully spreading, selectively stretching Shiro's hole more open. Adam had been right: now that he was getting used to it, it was starting to feel good. Or maybe that was just the adrenaline from having his limits pushed so far, it was hard to tell the difference and Shiro honestly didn't care. "Adam," he moaned, and reached down blindly over his pillow to make contact--any kind of contact--with his boyfriend. Adam helpfully leaned his head into Shiro's hand, and Shiro pushed his fingers greedily into his hair. "Oohhh, fuck, Adam." He was only lying there on the bed, but the heat he felt, burning under his skin, leaving him gasping for air, he may as well have been in the middle of a marathon. Every time Adam's attention returned to his dick, the feeling intensified, building stronger and stronger until suddenly, Adam pulled away again.

Shiro whined in protest and when he opened his eyes, Adam was there hovering over him, face as red as he'd ever seen it.

"Takashi," he gasped. "Takashi, I want to fuck you so bad. Are you ready for it?"

It was hard for Shiro to imagine feeling more ready than he did in that exact moment, so he nodded. Adam pushed his open mouth over Shiro's, brief and artless, and then he reached for a condom from off the bedside table. He fumbled with the wrapper for a few seconds, but when it proved too difficult to open with his lubricated fingers, he handed it to Shiro instead.

"Do you, hah, need me to help you put it on, too?" Shiro asked with a smirk as he wiped it off on the pillow and tore it open. Adam looked back at him in a confused daze.

"That sounds... good?" he answered hesitantly, and Shiro suddenly realized exactly what it was he'd facetiously volunteered to do. Which was not to say he minded the idea; quite the opposite, really. If he'd thought through the implication, it wouldn't have been a facetious suggestion at all.

He set the pillow on his chest aside and sat up, bringing him back face to face with Adam. The temptation that provided proved irresistible, though, and their mouths met once more, their hands roving over each other's bodies. Shiro dropped the condom in the process, but he hardly noticed. It didn't feel as important as Adam's chest and back and shoulders.

"You look so hot right now," Adam murmured between kisses as he worked his way down Shiro's neck. "Love the way you sound moaning my name." He sucked at Shiro's collarbone and sure enough, Shiro moaned his name and dug his nails into his back. This was not the first hickey Shiro had gotten from Adam, but it was absolutely the most overwhelming one he'd ever received, building as it was off of the earlier simulation.

"Shit, Adam," he whispered with a shudder. "Shit."

Adam laughed, and when he spoke, his lips brushed against Shiro's neck with every word. "Told you I'd get you back."

"Got me back so good I dropped the condom," Shiro pointed out. Adam made a vague noise and then reluctantly pulled away so they could glance around for it. The pale rubber was easy to spot against the dark fabric of Adam's sheets, thankfully, and Shiro snatched it up once he spotted it. "Got it," he announced.

"Good," Adam answered, and he leaned back on his hands to allow Shiro unfettered access to his dick. Shiro swallowed. He'd never put a condom on before, but it was simple, right? He just had to get it into position over the head and then just roll it down the rest of the way. Easy. But as he handled Adam's dick, he couldn't help but notice a crucial fact about it.

It was a lot thicker than just two fingers.

That was to be expected, he reminded himself. That was why Adam had been using those two fingers to stretch his hole further, so he could take the dick. But the dick was that thick the entire way down. Taking it would mean being stretched that far the entire time. Could he really handle all tha--yes. Yes, he assured himself, he could take it. It'd be fine. He was just psyching himself out over nothing.

He was pulled from his circling thoughts by Adam's hand pushing against his chest. "Lie down," he instructed, and Shiro complied. He pulled the pillow back to his chest and held it tightly as he squeezed his eyes shut. That made it easier to pick up on the quiet sounds of Adam applying lube to his wrapped cock, and easier still to tell when the sounds stopped. His anticipation kept building as he felt Adam's hand push against his ass cheek, and he took in a deep breath and held it as he tried to keep that anticipation from manifesting as tension.

He failed. He felt something cold and slimy--the dick, Adam's lubed dick--press against his hole, and he automatically clenched down. The dick pulled away.

"Sorry, I--sorry," Shiro apologized, but Adam didn't respond. But he felt the weight on the bed shift, and he opened his eyes to see Adam above him again.

"Takashi," he said, and the disappointment in his voice made Shiro's chest tighten. "We don't have to do it this way if you aren't comfortable with it."

"I'm fine," Shiro insisted. "I can handle it."

"I've heard that one before in the simulator. I know how that usually ends up going," Adam shot back.

"I'm just a little nervous. I'll relax more after we get started."

"We've been started, and this is the most tense you've been yet. Trying to force it won't help anything. I don't want to risk hurting you."

"Adam, please," Shiro begged. "I can do it, trust me!" They'd made it so far already, and they'd waited so long for this; the last thing he wanted to do was to stop now.

But Adam just shook his head. "No," he said. "You don't have to."

"I want to--"

"If you wanted it, you wouldn't be so scared of it. We're not doing this." Adam began to pull away, and Shiro grabbed onto his arms in desperation.

"Please, we can't stop now! I don't want to ruin this!" The very thought made his chest feel unbearably tight, and he could feel tears welling up in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I--"

"Takashi." Adam's voice and expression were stern, even as he reversed his movement and pressed a gentle kiss to Shiro's cheek. "Stop it. We'll do something else. What if I ride you instead? How does that sound?" He continued to tenderly kiss his way down Shiro's neck as Shiro processed what it was he just said. They didn't have to stop, they could just change gears. That was.... It wasn't ideal, but it was definitely better than stopping. He took a wavering breath to ease the tightness in his chest and moved a hand up from Adam's arm to run through his hair instead.

"You're not making it easy to, haaah, to give you an answer, doing that," Shiro sighed. Adam nuzzled into the crook between Shiro's neck and shoulder.

"That doesn't sound like you telling me to stop," he purred.

"I don't want you to," Shiro answered.

"Good," Adam said, and he peppered Shiro's neck with a few more kisses before he pulled away. "Let me just grab the lube."

Shiro moved his pillow aside and pushed himself back up onto his elbows. "I'm sorry," he said again.

"Stop apologizing," Adam said. He finished pouring more lube out onto his fingers and used the back of his hand to push his glasses back up on his face. "It's fine. We should've done it this way from the start. Here, hold this." He shoved the bottle of lube against Shiro's chest. Shiro took it without really thinking about it and flopped back flat onto his back. Adam followed soon in his wake and draped himself over Shiro, one arm hooked around his neck and the other stretched behind him to prepare himself. He kissed him lazily, his breath catching and sighing as he fingered himself open. Shiro caressed his back with one hand, the other still holding onto the lube.

"Adam," he murmured softly.

"Hey," Adam murmured back. "Do you want to help?"

"Yeah," Shiro answered. He didn't like just lying there while Adam handled all the work. He wanted to be active and involved, to make Adam feel good himself.

Adam pushed himself up on his hands to give Shiro room to maneuver. "Lube up your fingers," he instructed. Shiro popped open the bottle and poured some lube out. It was cold, and thinner than he expected, more like an oil than a lotion. Adam took his hand and guided it behind himself as he laid back down against Shiro. "Here," he said, and pushed Shiro's fingers into place.

Shiro was struck by how easily his fingers slid into Adam, compared to the resistance his own ass had offered. He was struck as well by how warm and tight Adam's inner walls felt. They were going to feel so good around his dick, he could tell that already, and the thought of it made some of that heat that had ebbed away earlier rise up again. Adam's fingers rubbed against his knuckles. "Keep going," he murmured. "Just like that, Takashi. It feels good. Gonna feel even better when it's your cock."

"I wanna give it to you," Shiro said.

"Soon," Adam said, and Shiro felt a third finger slide in alongside his as Adam moaned. "I'm almost ready for you. Just a little more."

Shiro caressed the back of Adam's neck with his free hand, his fingers matching the movement of those on his other hand. He wasn't really sure he was moving how he was supposed to be moving, but he couldn't be doing too badly, because Adam kept moaning and muttering sweet nothings. Hearing Adam's pleasure made him want more and more to have his dick inside him, to hear the pleasure that would bring him.

"Okay," Adam sighed and pulled his finger and Shiro's free. "Okay, I think I'm good. I--condom." With that half-formed thought, he reached over and grabbed another condom from the bedside table. But before he could waste too much time fumbling with the wrapper, Shiro snatched it from him and tore it open with his teeth. "Oh," Adam said as Shiro dropped the condom into his palm. "Okay. The lube--" Shiro was already shoving it into his hands. "Okay, okay, I get it." Adam had to shift around awkwardly from his position straddling Shiro before he could reach his dick, and once he'd found a usable position, his back blocked Shiro's view, but Shiro didn't need to see what Adam was doing.

He could feel it.

He could feel it as Adam rolled the condom over his dick, and he could feel it as his hand slid up and down his shaft to coat it with lube. It felt incredible, and he knew soon it would feel even better. He whined in anticipation, and Adam chuckled briefly.

"Yeah," he said. "Me, too. Let's go." He resumed straddling Shiro, one arm braced against his chest while the other reached behind him to hold Shiro's dick in place. Shiro groped at Adam's thighs and stared intently at his face, keen to catch even the most minute change in his expression as things progressed. Adam's eyes were squeezed shut and his brows furrowed in concentration as he carefully eased himself down over the head of Shiro's dick.

Even though it was just the tip that had breached Adam's asshole so far, the sensation of having his dick inside another person's body--inside his boyfriend's body--was worlds beyond anything Shiro had ever felt before. Warm, soft flesh pressed tightly all around him, and he could feel Adam's every shift and twitch, transforming even the simple act of breathing into an erotic experience. "Fuuuck," he moaned, fighting to keep his eyes open and focused despite his pleasure.

"Think that's, haaah, my line," Adam gasped, and with the cock secured in his ass, he let his other hand fall to Shiro's chest for additional support. "Just-- Fuck, you're thick, Takashi. Way thicker than any, mmm, any hairbrush."

Shiro had received better flattery in his life, but he hardly needed to be flattered on top of everything else in this moment. "Is it okay?" he asked. As much as he wanted more, it wouldn't be worth it if he hurt Adam in the process.

"It's okay. Just gotta take it easy." Adam pushed himself farther down Shiro's dick with a sigh, his eyebrows arching upwards as his eyelids fluttered. Shiro hissed in pleasure and his fingers dug into Adam's thighs. "It's--god, it's so much more than okay, Takashi. Really should've, ohh, should've done it this way from the start." He pulled up slightly and then pushed down farther. "Can't believe I almost passed this up. I'm glad to--to be doing this with you. It's so--ah, fuck, it's so good, Takashi. Love the way this feels. Should fucking--give this dick a blue ribbon."

He kept babbling like that as he continued to work his way down Shiro's cock, but the words stopped fully registering with Shiro, too distracted as he was by the pressure and friction against his dick, by how beautiful Adam looked hunched over him, by the sound of pleasure in his breathless voice. Moving on instinct, Shiro rolled his hips upward and Adam's stream of consciousness cut short with a sudden gasp.

"Wait, wait," he said hurriedly, patting Shiro's chest for emphasis. "Let me adjust first before you start doing that." Shiro hardly wanted to stop now that he'd gotten a taste of what it felt like, but right now, Adam could probably ask him to do anything and he'd comply, so he stilled his hips. But he still felt a need to move, so he reached up to cradle Adam's face.

"I want to fly you to the moon," he murmured, his voice thick with affection. It was an immensely cheesy thing to say, he knew, but he couldn't think of any better way to express the sentiment. He wanted to take Adam to a level of bliss he'd never reached before, to a height he couldn't reach on his own, to make him feel better than anything on Earth ever could.

Adam scoffed with amusement. "Think you've got me halfway there already. Gonna break through the upper atmosphere any minute now."

"That's way before the halfway point," Shiro corrected, with an absent-minded immediacy that bordered on reflex.

"I know," Adam growled. "Shut up."

Shiro laughed, but his mirth was cut short when Adam suddenly drove his hips down far enough to collide with Shiro's, leaving him incapable of doing anything but crying out with pleasure. It felt incredible, having his dick so completely enveloped, feeling Adam's weight pushing down directly against his hips. His hands lost their grip on Adam's face and fell to his shoulders, and then to his thighs as Adam sat up straight and leaned back, as if to maximize the amount of Shiro inside him by whatever precious millimeters he could manage.

"Oohhhhh, god," he moaned. "I've never felt so full before. You're amazing, Takashi." He shifted his hips around experimentally, and Shiro whimpered with desire. He wanted more so badly. Adam looked down at him with half-lidded eyes and a wide smirk. "You ready for this?"

"Yes," Shiro answered hungrily. "Please, yes." Adam grinned, pushed himself up--

And accidentally slammed his head directly into the underside of the bed above them.

He pitched forward to land on Shiro's chest, his hands grasping his head as he let out a long, keening noise of pain and frustration. He'd pulled entirely free of Shiro's dick in the process, and his glasses dug unpleasantly into Shiro's skin, but Shiro hardly noticed that, overwhelmed as it all was by fear and concern.

"Are you okay?!" he squawked, hands hovering uncertainly over Adam's head.

Adam let out a long groan before he actually answered. "That's not the upper atmosphere," he finally muttered before he pushed himself up onto his elbows with a sigh. "I'm okay. I'm okay. But this isn't going to work like this. We need to switch places."

"Yeah," Shiro said in agreement readily; he wanted to give Adam an orgasm, not a concussion. With some more grumbling, Adam slid off Shiro and took a seat on the edge of the bed, taking extra care to be mindful of the upper bunk. He pulled his glasses off, peered at the smeared lenses, and then with a sigh, he folded them and placed them on the bedside table. Behind him, Shiro sat up and grabbed the discarded pillow to place it back in its proper place at the head of the bed. He shifted onto his knees and pulled Adam backwards towards him so he could place a gentle kiss on top of his head.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked.

Adam leaned back against him easily and reached back to card a hand through Shiro's hair fondly. "I'm fine. I've hit my head on harder things than that before." He pulled Shiro's head forward to give him a lopsided kiss. When their lips parted, Shiro pushed Adam back upright so he could scoot around him and off the bed entirely. Once Adam had arranged himself lying down on the bed, he climbed in after him, settling into a kneel below his raised knees. Adam had picked the bottle of lube back up, and after he poured some out onto his fingers, he handed it to Shiro.

"Apply some more first, just in case," he said, and began fingering himself again. Shiro watched him work, mesmerized by the view of the act from this angle and consumed by the desire to replace those fingers with his cock. "Takashi," Adam said insistently and Shiro snapped out of his reverie.

"Right," he said, and poured some lube out onto his hand so he could spread it over his dick. He'd never felt disappointed by the feel of his own hand before, but now that he knew how it felt to be inside Adam's mouth and ass, his palm felt woefully inadequate. Thankfully he knew he wouldn't have to settle for less for long.

"Take it slow, like I did," Adam instructed as Shiro carefully lined himself up.

"I will," Shiro promised, even though he really wanted to be balls-deep in him again as quickly as possible. But being patient meant he could savor Adam's every minute reaction, like the way his entire chest lifted with a gasp as Shiro eased the tip of his cock into him. Shiro reached forward with his free hand to caress that chest as he carefully pushed himself in deeper. Adam moaned in response and placed a hand over his, its twin climbing up Shiro's other arm.

"Takashi," he breathed. "Come closer. I want to see your face." Shiro obliged by carefully leaning over Adam, slowly lowering himself onto him while Adam reached up to wrap his arms around his neck and pull him down into a deep kiss.

"How is it?" Shiro asked when their mouths separated. "Still not too much?"

"It's great," Adam answered as he traced his fingers over the contours of Shiro's face, his eyes half-lidded. "You make me feel like I could do anything."

"Does that mean I can go faster?" Shiro asked mischievously as he pushed in another inch.

Another gasp was Adam's immediate response, and Shiro could feel Adam's legs shifting behind him, especially since his hips moved with them, changing the pressure against his dick. "Maybe--maybe a little faster," Adam whimpered. That was all the encouragement Shiro needed to push in even farther. "Fuck, Takashi. Fuck!"

"I'm working on it," Shiro answered, and he laughed when Adam's fist smacked into his shoulder.

"Don't kill the mood," Adam muttered, and Shiro nuzzled against his neck as an apology.

"Don't think I could," he replied, peppering Adam's neck with kisses between his words. "Feels too good. Right?" With that, he slid the final stretch into Adam, and reveled in the moan it produced. "That sounds like a yes to me."

"Nnnngh, yes," Adam answered, and grasped at Shiro's shoulders while wrapping his legs around his waist. He pulled on Shiro like he wanted to get even closer to him, like they weren't already as close as physically possible, but Shiro felt the same way, so he pushed his mouth hungrily over Adam's and pressed his hips against Adam's as much as he could. It felt so incredible to be inside Adam like this, to feel him all around his entire length. He could almost cum just like this.

"You're so big, Takashi," Adam murmured when they paused for breath. "You're so big. It's so good."

Shiro breathed out a small chuckle. He certainly felt good enough already without the additional praise, but he wasn't about to complain about the extra rush he got from it. "Ready for me to move?" he asked.

"Y-yeah. But slow. Keep it slow."

Carefully, Shiro pulled his hips back, and he almost couldn't hear Adam's gasp over his own. "Fuck," he whispered, before pushing back forward. He slid into Adam so much more easily now than he had at first, and that only made it feel even better. "Fuck."

Adam felt likewise, judging by how he threw his head back and how his nails dug into Shiro's shoulders. "Oh, oh god," he cried. "Keep going! Fuck me!"

Shiro repeated the motion, but this time he thrust forward with a little more force, and was duly rewarded by Adam arching up against him with a wordless cry. He settled easily into a rhythm from there. Pull out, thrust in, pull out, thrust in. With every movement, he whispered a breathless curse, and with every movement, Adam writhed with pleasure beneath him, babbling his praises all the while.

As he moved, it suddenly occurred to him. This was really happening. He was having sex with his boyfriend. Despite the missteps, they were really doing it. Shiro looked down at Adam, at the enticing curve of his neck with his head tilted back, at the way his face looked without his glasses on, at the deep flush that had spread all the way down to his collarbones, and suddenly he felt very warm all over, in a way that was wholly different from the blazing, passionate heat already there, burning beneath his skin. Without even realizing it, he'd stopped moving to stare in awe, and Adam looked up at him with confusion.

"Takashi?" he asked, eyes shining with unshed tears, and they stared at each other in a dazed silence for a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity. "Wh--"

"I love you," Shiro blurted out, and Adam's eyes went wide for a second before his expression settled into a sappy smile and he moved a hand up into Shiro's hair.

"I love you, too," he answered, before pulling Shiro down into a kiss.

"I love you," Shiro repeated, because he didn't feel like saying it once was enough to truly communicate how deeply and sincerely he felt it, and yet he couldn't think of any words that would say it better. "Adam. Adam, I love you."

"Takashi, ohhh, Takashi, I love you so much." Adam peppered Shiro's mouth with more kisses and pulled at Shiro's waist with his legs, as though reminding him what they were doing. Obligingly, Shiro put his hips back into motion. Adam's neck arched back again in response, and Shiro took the unspoken invitation to bury his face in it. He kissed and sucked at it while he pounded into Adam below. He'd stopped taking it slow at some point, but Adam sure wasn't complaining. Quite the opposite, really.

"Oh, fuck, Takashi! Takashi, you're amazing! Takashi!"

He sounded so good like this, Shiro thought. He sounded so good and tasted so good and felt so, so very good. He wanted this to never stop, to last forever, but he could feel the finish fast approaching. "Adam," he gasped urgently. "Adam, I'm so close."

"Don't stop! Oh god, don't stop!" Adam pleaded, so Shiro didn't. He surrendered to the urge to slam into Adam with as much speed and force as he could muster, over and over, until the pressure and friction overwhelmed all his other senses. It was an orgasm wholly unlike any he'd had before, an intensity that rubbing one out by himself in the shower had no hope of ever matching. He swore profusely throughout the event, and when it was finished, he delicately pulled out and laid his head to rest on Adam's chest, breathing heavily. But Adam pushed up gently on his shoulders.

"Takashi, I need to finish," he whined desperately, and Shiro could feel Adam's hips moving against his waist to emphasize the point. Somewhat groggily, still dazed from his orgasm, Shiro pushed himself up and crawled backwards on the bed. With the way cleared, Adam grabbed for his dick, but Shiro batted his hand away.

"I'll handle it," he said firmly. It wasn't right for Adam to finish himself off after all this, he suddenly felt that very strongly. He wanted to make sure Adam felt just as good as he just had. So he pulled the condom off Adam's dick and lowered his mouth over it. But no sooner had he dragged his lips up the length of it than something thick and salty spilled into his mouth. For a moment, he couldn't believe it really was what he thought it was, despite Adam wailing his name in passionate ecstasy. He'd barely done anything. It left him off-balance, especially when paired with the discovery that he really didn't like the taste and texture of semen in his mouth. He raised his head and forced himself to swallow instead of gag, but the displeasure must've shown on his face, because Adam looked down at him with a startled expression.

"Did you just--you didn't have to swallow it," he said.

"Well, I did," Shiro answered as he sat up. He carefully removed the condom from his dick, grabbed the one he'd taken off of Adam's earlier, and quickly scurried over to toss them in a wastebasket before returning to the bed. When he returned, Adam was in the process of getting under the covers, and Shiro gladly slipped in next to him. Now that the exertion had passed, the sweat he'd built up was making him feel chilly, and while it might be more practical if they went and took a shower instead, right now, all Shiro really wanted to do was cuddle, and it seemed Adam felt the same. Fondly, he brushed aside some of the hair clinging to his boyfriend's forehead. "How was it? Did you make it to the moon?"

"I think I might've hit Jupiter there," Adam answered with a light laugh.

"Sounds like there's still some room for improvement," Shiro mused, not entirely seriously. "I'll try to get you to Pluto next time."

Adam flashed him a mischievous grin. "I'd be satisfied just getting to Uranus."

Shiro groaned and pulled Adam into an open-mouthed kiss in retaliation, until Adam shoved him off.

"Oh, yuck," he said as he contorted his mouth, as though that would banish the taste of semen Shiro'd inflicted on him. "What did I eat?"

Shiro laughed as he settled back in next to Adam, wrapping his arms around him and placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "I still love you, even if you do taste bad."

"Thanks," Adam replied with an amused scoff. "I love you, too, even if you--"

Whatever thought he was going to end that sentence with was interrupted by a knock emanating from the wall next to them, and Shiro felt his blood run cold. A meek voice followed it.

"Are you guys done now? I just, uh, I thought you might want to know, uh, the walls aren't as thick as you think they are? That's, um, that's all, sorry!"

"Oh no," Shiro squeaked, trying his best to sink into the bed while Adam bolted upright in terror.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" he shrieked.

"Oh no," Shiro repeated.

"It's okay!" the voice answered. "Just, uh, letting you know! Sorry again!" That the owner of the voice sounded just as embarrassed about it as they were was a small consolation.

Adam groaned as he collapsed back onto the mattress and pulled the covers up over his head. He muttered something, but Shiro couldn't make it out, so he pulled the covers back down.

"Hey," he said gently, running a soothing hand over Adam's cheek. "I love you, even if you are way too loud."

Adam shoved him off the bed.

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A/N I do not own any of these gifs, the person who made the gif does but I do not know who they are because I found these gifs of Google. Word count: Scott: 562 words.   Stiles: 866 words. Liam: 505 words. Theo: 741 words. Brett: 713 words. All together: 3450 words.   ********************************************* Scott McCall:

With Scott being your older brother by two years and also being an alpha of his own pack, he did become overprotective and by over protective I mean, well that’s go back to the day shall we.  

You was running late for school because you idiot older brother woke up late, meaning you woke up late also, so that meaning you had hardly any time to even pick out a decent outfit to wear. Rushing down the stairs in a pair of black Nike running shorts and a white tank top and to say Scott was not pleased at what you was wearing. Who could blame you, you had no time and needed to get to school.  

“What are you wearing?” Scott’s voice makes you freeze in your walk as you step out of the kitchen with a piece of burnt toast dangling from your mouth. You quirk your eyebrows up at him to ask what he meant before a small growl fell from his lips, canines appearing as he gestured towards your lack of clothing.

“Clothes” you helplessly mumbled around your piece of toast, which caused it to fall on the floor. You pout as you stare down at your still burnt piece of toast that lays on the floor before lifting your head back up to meet glowing red eyes. "Scott" you whispers stepping back just a little, it’s not that your afraid of him nor the werewolf he is, it's just you think it's a little stupid he's going all big alpha and brother protective about what your wearing.

"Change" he tells you in that deep voice to show that he wolf is coming out. You look at Scott for a second before slowly giving him a smile and giggle at the same time. You knew this would confuse Scott by when he gives you the helpless puppy look.  

"Oh Scott when are you going to learn that I am 16 years old and can wear whatever I like."

Scott says nothing but grumbles under his breath causing you to tilt your head to the side.

"Ya know I don’t have super hearing like you genius" you whisper as you take your first step back towards the mumbling alpha. "So what was that?" You ask him.  

"I don’t want people to look at your legs, o-or your lady area." He mumbles with a small pout on his lips, his arms now crossed over his chest and his head hung down. "You’re my little sister" and with him saying that you fully step forward and pull your overprotective brother into your arms and hug him.  

"Would putting on a jumper help" Scott nods on your shoulder to say yes. Doing as you asked you leave Scott and retreat back upstairs and moments later come back down with one of Scott's jumpers covering most of your and stopping mid thigh. "Now let's go we are already late as it is, and mum is most likely going to get a call any moment to ask why we aren't in school." Within saying that Scott nods his head before leading you both out of your house and to his bike, where you hop on behind and speed to school.

Stiles Stilinski:

Now being the only daughter of the sheriff of Beacon Hills is one thing, but being daughter of the sheriff and the twin sister of none other than Stiles Stilinski is another. You loved Stiles to bits, of course you did he was your best friend and vice versa for him (besides Scott) but when Theo would flirt with you and you let him, well Stiles absolutely hated it and would go all big brother protective mode over you. With him still not trusting Theo one bit since he came back to Beacon Hills and finding out that he is also a chimera Stiles protectiveness over you got a lot worse than it originally was.  

He would follow you everywhere and by everywhere I mean everywhere. From one class to another until your seated inside and if Theo was in your class he'd make sure he was far from you, and if Stiles himself was in the same class as you he would sit next to you and also become you working partner is well, Stiles also followed you around on you morning break and lunch break, he would also follow you to Deaton's Veteran where you volunteered to help with the animals and even make Derek watch over as you volunteered if Stiles could not be there himself.

If you went to the library to do homework and he would hide behind bookshelves or even sit next to you to make sure Theo couldn't go near you, and don’t start with needing to go to your locker he would be right by your side, and last of them all if you needed to go to the bathroom or toilet at home or in school, Stiles would figure it out where you are and wait outside for you, I mean come on Stiles a girl needs privacy.

So you finally had enough off your brother basically hovering over your life. It was lunch time now and you had the same lunch as the others so you thought it was time you told Stiles how you felt about him following you around like a lost dog. When you sat down at the table you sat between Liam and Mason, when normally you would sit in between Scott and Stiles without having a choice.

"You need to stop" you hiss at Stiles not caring if the others at the table heard, which most likely most them would with them being a were something. "You need to stop this stupid act right now Stiles" you say with a guarded look. Stiles looks at you shocked at first but the smile on his face soon drops off and a scowl is now placed.  

"I'm protecting you" he hisses back. "You cannot trust him" Stiles tries to whisper but it was mostly a whisper type yell towards you. "He isn't to be trusted Y/N."

"Trusted, the only person here that shouldn’t be trusted is you Void Stiles" You whisper yell back but soon regretting what you said. "Stiles, I-" but he doesn’t let you finish when he sends you a harsh glare he's never given you before and actually stomps out of the cafeteria. "I didn’t mean it" you whisper to yourself but everyone heard. You knew that Void Stiles was hard subject of the past for Stiles and you go and use it against him. What type of sister was you. Ignoring whatever Scott was saying you neglect your food and follow after Stiles, but not having to go far when you see him sitting on the floor against a blue locker in the empty hallway, with his head in his hands. "Stiles" you whisper as you slowly walk towards him.  

"I know I get a little overpowering with all this following you around and hovering all over you, it-it’s just I made mum and dad a promise I would always protect you Y/N. I'm afraid to lose my best friend." You hear him whisper and your heart cracks into a millions pieces right then and there. You've never heard Stiles sound so hurt and broken about you before and that makes you feel like a right dick and very guilty one about what you had said.  

"You shouldn’t let Scott hear that I'm your best friend" you say trying to make the situation better than it is right now, and when you see a smile gracing Stiles lips when he lifts his head up, you know your all forgiven for. So what do you do, you sit down right beside him and talk about utter rubbish, laugh and cry a little until the bell rings showing it’s the end of lunch. You both leave each other for your next classes with promises given to each other. Your promise was to never bring up the past of Void Stiles again, and Stiles was to give you a little more space, to be less protective and to live your life just a little bit without him hovering over it.   Liam Dunbar:

Liam always loved being overprotective over you even know you’re a few years older than him. So when you came out that you and Derek Hale was an item, Liam got all protective over you. As soon as the news hit everyone and Liam himself his eyes instantly glowed a yellow amber, his canines started to extend and his claws soon appeared.  

"Liam calm down" his own alpha said but it didn’t work when Liam growled loudly. Before we know it Liam lunged at Derek but soon stop when you stood in front of your love, blocking him from Liam's attack. A squeal falls from your mouth when he just manages to stop but still knocks you down on accident causing Derek to fall with you. Before you even could hit the ground Derek's arms cushion around you, holding you tight and safe for the fall.   

You and Derek hit the ground in a thud both landing on one another because you are softly pushed of Derek and onto the ground beside him and in matter of seconds he's on his feet and ready to pounce at your younger brother. Both eyes glowing, canines sharp with growls falling from behind them and claws extended and ready to attack and have blood on them show for the fight there both wanting to have.  

 You scramble to your feet and scream with all the energy you have in you with hope that the boys will stop and they do, Liam and Derek turn to face you with their eyes still glowing, claws still extended and canines still sharp as ever. "Stop, now" you angrily say to the both of them. "Liam I'm pregnant and I am your older sister so you will stop this silly over protective act, right now!" You shout at him.   

"P-pregnant!" Liam stutters out in shock and disbelief. "As in baby pregnant."   

You giggle at him first before you answer. "Yes Liam, as in nine months baby pregnant. I know you can get very protective of me but please, please stop this silly act. I love Derek and I love you because you’re my younger brother but I have Derek now."   

"You will always have me" he growls out causing Derek to growl back him. "I am your blood."   

"And so is Derek now, please I need my little brother to the best uncle ever to this little girl or boy Liam, I need you" you whisper in the softest and quietest tone ever and surprising yourself if anyone even heard you speak.   

"I'll be the best uncle ever, congratulation Y/N, Derek" you smile at Liam and embrace him in the hug when you get close enough to him. Everyone around celebrates you and Derek in congratulations and a lot of baby talk, so for the rest of the day you explain to the pack about how you and Derek started and where it went from there.  

Theo Raeken:

You knew about Theo working with the Dread Doctors and his punishment was being taken down to Hell by your dead older sister dragging him down after Kira basically stabbed the ground and made a hole in the ground for her to take him. That killed you knowing the only person you actually had left was now gone and it made you distance yourself from the pack, until around three months later where the Ghost Riders started to come in and took Stiles whom you still remember clearly but the others didn’t.  

So on one of the days where there was a storm coming and the Ghost Riders will come and take new people who seen them, Liam and Hayden took you back to the tunnels where Theo first went into Hell and made you wait with them. Somehow they manage to get in touch with Noshiko Yukimura and got Kira's sword is well.    

"What are we doing Liam." You ask him with a small voice as you rub your arms for some heat to enter your body, because well you wasn’t anything of a supernatural creature, you was a good ole human being.    

Liam doesn’t answer you but lift's Kira's sword into the air and stabbing in very harshly into the ground causing it to crack up and make a big enough hole for someone to crawl out of. Claws soon stick out of the hole and a very dirty body soon following afterwards with glowing amber eyes on show. There stood Theo, there stood your older brother dirty and angry and ready to attack.    

"Theo" you whisper softly making his amber eyes snap towards you in the corner where you stood and soon disappear when they land on you, his little sister, the little girl he grew up with protecting and raising, the little sister he thought he never see again.    

"Y/N" Theo whispers your name and before you know it your in his arms not caring that your getting dirty, because all that matters is you finally have your big brother back. You was so happy when you wasn’t the only one who remembered Stiles and everything about him. But when Scott and Malia found out Theo was back it wasn’t good, at all.    

"You brought him back" Malia growled out staring down Theo. "I bet she was the one who brought him back" and this time the growl like voice was directed at you which caused you to snap your eyes up from the floor and to the glowing blue eyes that’s glares at you. You only stand frozen when she slowly advances you but soon stops when a fierce and loud growl of your brother showing protection for his blood.    

"Step any closer to my sister and I will kill you myself, Malia" Theo growls out deeply, and next thing you know they are both fighting with Scott and Liam trying to tear them apart, yourself standing in the corner scared for your brother and your friend and Lydia shouting at you to make it stop.    

"Theo" you whimper but he obviously didn’t hear it. "Theo" you say this time but a lot louder. "THEO!" You scream and it causes him to stop and look over at you, making him lose guard and it lets Malia throw in a quick punch. "Please stop, the both of you" and just with one glance at the fear and helpless look in your eyes Theo calms down, he glowing eyes slowly disappearing along with his claws and canines along with it. Malia soon follows after Theo with calming down when she see that her friend has fear in her eyes.    

"Y/N I'm sorry" Malia says.    

"I'm sorry." Theo says at the same time and all you do is nod your head. Theo holds his arm out to you and you take, instantly pulling you into a hug a inhaling your familiar scent and calming down more. "I'm sorry" he whispers into your hair.

And after that you, Theo and the pack start to make a plan on how to get rid of the Ghost Riders and how to get Stiles back, even know it took a lot of convincing of Theo and yourself that Stiles was a real person and not just imagination.

Brett Talbot:

Brett has always been protective over you and Lori because well you both are his little sisters, he was always a tad bit more protective over you because only Lori and Brett himself got the werewolf gene and you didn’t, so you were the human of the family. So when Brett had found out that you've been sneaking out to meet your long term secret boyfriend Liam, his ex best friend he was not happy, and when he also found out from Scott himself that the Dread Doctors are wanting you to become the next Chimera for Theo's pack, well just say he went all hell bent on trying to kill Theo and the Dread Doctors.  

That only ended up with him being constantly injured trying to fight them all, along side with the McCall pack. So wherever you went Brett followed, you understood why he was trying to protect you but you didn’t understand why he needed to follow you when you was with Liam, he was a werewolf and a pretty good one is well.    

"Brett" you hiss at your annoying brother who is standing a few feet away from you and Liam, because well he has been following the two of you for the past ten minutes. You turn around and lose the hold Liam had on your waist and stare down at your brother, who grins sheepishly at you. "Stop following us."  

"I'm not following you" he simply replies knowing that it is very much annoying you, even annoying Liam a little is well.

 You scoff at his answer with arms folded over your chest, hip stuck out and a frown on your lips. "Never mind it's not following, it's stalking" you ground out between your clenched teeth. Brett grins again before sending one of his signature smirks at you and Liam, but it mostly being directed at you to annoy just a little bit more.  

"I'm protecting you Y/N, so stop complaining. I need to keep you safe and close so the Dread Doctors do not get you and turn you into one of their experiments." Brett angrily says between a growl and clenched teeth. "I can’t lose you" you just barely hear him with your stupid human hearing.    

"You won't, I'm going to protect her with everything in me. Even if it kills me, she has the pack behind her alongside you and even Satomi's pack is right behind you to keep her safe." Liam butts in and it causes your heart to flutter at the words he said.    

'I'm going to protect her with everything in me. Even if it kills me' runs through your mind before you snap out of it and focus on the conversation.    

"She and Lori are the only family I have left, I'm not going to lose either one of them." And your heart flutters and swoons again at Brett's words.  

 Stepping forward towards Brett you smile softly at him before beginning to speak in a quiet whisper, but he could still hear you with his super hearing. "You are never going to lose me, nor Lori. I promise."  

Brett stays quiet for a second before he begins to speak up. "When mum and dad died I made a promise to myself that I would raise and protect you the two of you from anyone who's try to get in the way, but I promised myself that I would protect you a little more because the lack of the gene in you. I need to keep you and Lori safe Y/N, and I'm going to do anything to keep the promise I made." And within a second your in your big brothers arms hugging him tight and whispering how much you love him and how much it means to you that he's there for you.  

By the end of the night you, Liam and Brett headed over to Scott's house to pig out to a movie with the pack  and with yourself falling asleep wedged between your boyfriend and big brother.  

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More than This-Stiles Stilinski (/Theo Raeken) {Part 17}

[click here for part 1-16 / masterlist]

A/N: This chapter is really fluffy and was fun to write :) There is one chapter left and after that i think it’s time for the Epilogue...*sigh* i’ll miss this :( But until then, enjoy the rest of the story! (Btw, Theo WILL appear again before this story ends, don’t worry, i’ll do my baby justice)

*warnings* cursing, that’s all i think? maybe typos lol

I woke up what felt like twenty minutes later to loud rumbling coming from downstairs. My head was resting on a warm pillow that smelled oddly familiar, even though I was at Scott’s house. Suddenly said pillow started to move and a low groan send vibrations to where I was laying. When I slowly opened my eyes and became fully conscious, I remembered the events that took place last night and realized that the pillow was in fact the chest of Stiles, who had just woken up too.

A part of me feared that now, that he’s probably sober, he might regret the things he said and done yesterday, and that he felt uncomfortable with me in a bed together.

That fear quickly vanished when he raised his hand to wipe the hair out of my face that had fallen out of the messy bun I made the previous night, his smile bright but his eyes still sleepy. ,,G’morning.” He mumbled, his voice hoarse.

I smiled back at him, absently playing with his soft brown hair.

Our moment of peace was destroyed when the rumbling got louder and we could make out the voice of Scott’s mom Melissa, who had just come home.

From what I had heard she was freaking out about why the hallway was so wet, and why Scott and Kira were asleep on the couch and not in his room.

,,Oh shit, come on sleepyhead, we should help him out.” I demanded, lightly pushing him out of the bed, which earned me an annoyed groan.

We awkwardly walked down the stairs and into the living room, where Scott and Kira sat on the couch uncomfortably, hair messy from just waking up.

Melissa looked at us, then back at Scott and back at us again, scanning us from head to toe.

,,And why in the hell are you all wearing Scott’s clothes?”

,,Melissa, don’t worry it’s not like we hosted and orgy here or something.” Stiles tapped her lightly on the shoulder, pure shock on her face.

Scott glared at him, shaking his head frantically to signalize him to stop talking.

,,Stiles is just joking! We were…taking a walk yesterday evening and it started raining like crazy so Scott invited us in and gave us dry clothes. Then we watched some movies and these two fell asleep before me and Stiles did, we didn’t want to drive home so late so we slept here.” I was quite satisfied with my explanation even though Melissa didn’t seem to believe me completely.

,,Well, as long as you didn’t break anything.” She said and we all tensed up.

,,Yeah, alright. I’m going to go change and you can all…leave.” Melissa said, a forced smile on her face while she walked upstairs.

,,You think she believed us?” Stiles asked, which earned him a neck slap from Scott.

 Scott’s mom was taking a shower in the bathroom and I had just finished up getting dressed in Scott’s bedroom. Since my clothes hadn’t dried up yet, I was forced to wear his clothes until I got home. A light knock on the door and I turned around, allowing whoever the person was to come in.

Stiles, still in Scott’s clothes, like me, came in, a shy smile across his face.

,,Hey, Kira told me she wanted to spend the day with Scott so I offered that I could drive you home instead of her, I mean, if it’s okay for you?” he questioned, running a hand through his messy hair.

I smiled, liking the idea of spending some extra time with him. For some reason last night stirred something inside of me, like it brought us closer together. I mean the sleeping part, because the whole other love confession thing, was something I tried my best to ignore. There was this fear I had that it was all because of the alcohol and his vulnerable state, and I didn’t want to get my hopes up.

,,Sure, sounds good. I’m just grabbing my phone and my keys and I’m ready to go.” I said a little too excited, but he didn’t seemed to notice. And if he did, he didn’t mind, because the grin on his face was just as wide as mine.

,,Awesome. I’m waiting outside, could take a while to start the jeep anyways.”

And with that he was out the door, running down the stairs with loud feet, to which I laughed to myself.

Luckily it was a sunny day, so I didn’t have to steal a warmer jacket from Scott or something. Grabbing my phone as well as my keys and shoving them in the pockets of my – or his – sweatpants, I went to go into the living room to say goodbye to Scott and Kira.

We hugged each other tightly and I promised Scott I would wash his clothes and give them back to him as soon as possible, but he said I didn’t need to rush it. Kira asked me to give her a call later so we could have a chat, and I told her I wouldn’t forget it.

When I walked out of the door I could already hear the sound of the motor and I saw Stiles sitting in the jeep, a victorious look on his face because he got it started.

I quickly got into the passenger seat, putting my seatbelt on immediately, due to my obsession with responsible driving.

,,Ready?” he turned to smile at me and I nodded. ,,Sure am.”

After a while I noticed Stiles had taken a different route than normal, and I was sure we passed my street already.

,,Uhm, didn’t we have to turn left at that corner?” I questioned, turning my head around to the little rusty street sign.

,,If I would want to drive you home, yeah.” He kept his gaze on the road, a devilish smirk on his face.

,,Stiles, cut the serial killer act, I’m starting to think you want to kidnap me.”

My voice was serious, but that didn’t wipe the amused expression of his face.

,,Well to be fair, I am kind of kidnapping you, just not for serial killer purposes.” He chuckled and I sighed in annoyance.

,,Stilinski, stop playing. Where the hell are you taking me?”

He turned his head to look at me, which made me nervous even though we were stopping at a red light.

,,(y/n), look outside. When was the last time it was this sunny and beautiful outside?” (yes, I’m aware BH is supposed to be in California)

,,Elaborate.” I simply said, looking at him suspiciously.

He sighed heavily, rolling his eyes because I obviously didn’t get the point.

,,Let me rephrase that, when was the last time you’ve been to the beach?”

Excitement instantly filled me at the thought of bare feet walking over hot sand, warmed by the sun, the smell of salty water filling my nose as the silent roar of the waves sounds like music to my ears, like my favorite song. My face lit up and I placed a hand on his thigh, turning to him.

,,Stiles Stilinski, are you saying you’re driving me to the beach right now?” When his smile grew and he winked at me, I couldn’t help a high pitched squeal followed by loud laughter.

I rolled down the window on my side of the jeep and my hair, all messy, flew around my head because of the wind. But I didn’t care, enjoying the feeling of the warm breeze on my skin way too much.

We listened to our favorite songs on the four hour long drive ( Beacon Hill is like…not close to the beach ok), playing them as loud as the speakers of Stiles’ old jeep allowed, singing along and making complete fools of ourselves. We stopped at a gas station twice, Stiles filled up the jeep while I went to the toilet and bought us some snacks.

After a while I glanced to my right, an indication of blue water seen in the distance and I knew that we were close.

Once we found a parking spot, I jumped out so fast I almost tripped. Just before I reached the sand, I pulled off my shoes and socks, and then ran straight to the water.

The beach was long and clean, luckily not filled with many people which was rare, especially on a sunny day like this. The sight in front of me was drop dead gorgeous. Sun hitting the water, making it sparkle like tiny little starts dancing across the waves. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of the sea. I can’t remember the last time I felt this happy.

I started running and spinning along the beach, dancing like an idiot were the waves hit the sand.

Turning around I saw Stiles sitting in the sand, chuckling to himself while watching my little show.

I used my hands to from an ‘o’ in front of my mouth and yelled in his direction.

,,Why don’t you move your lazy ass and join me?”

He threw his head back, and although I couldn’t hear it, I could see that he was full out laughing, a warmness suddenly building around my heart at the sight of his happiness.

Stiles finally got up and made his way to me, pulling off his shirt while doing so. I was so focused on his with sweat glistening, well build body, that I missed his arms reaching out to quite literally swoop me off my feet. He had picked me up bridal-style in an instant, running in the water. I squealed and screamed, punching his chest, begging him to put me down. The last thing I remember him saying was ,,As you wish.”, before he released me and I flopped into the icy cold water.

As much as I loved the smell and the sound of the ocean, the taste was something I did not found pleasing at all. When I got up I started coughing, the water filling my mouth and my nose, salt and sea weed on my tongue making me gag. Stiles however, still standing in ankle-deep water, was hunched over, his hand grabbing his stomach while he laughed so hard I thought his lungs might burst.

,,Ha ha ha” I mimicked his laugh, grimacing silly ,,Very fucking funny. You do realize that you’re completely wet too now right?”  I pointed out, motioning to his damp pants.

His laugh died down, a slight grin replacing it as he eyed me, his gaze wandering all over my body.

,,Can’t say I’m complaining.” He flirted, while I noticed that the shirt I was wearing was now see through and tightly clinging to my body, especially my breast.

I used his moment of weakness to my advantage, practically body slamming him into the water that was only a few inches deep, but still enough to completely soak him.

We spent the rest of the day at the beach, lying on an old bench together so our clothes could dry up. It would have been quite relaxing, if for one, we had another bench so his elbow wouldn’t have pressed inside my rib the whole time and he would stop complaining about my legs being above his, and if the parents that had built themselves a freaking camp next to us, would have raised their three children, because these brats would not fucking stop kicking sand at us.

When it was about five, we decided it would be best to head back to the jeep, since the drive home would take a few hours.

 ,,All I’m saying is, without her dragons, she wouldn’t be a fan favorite character!”

I groaned in frustration, this discussion was exhausting as shit. I had recently started watching Game of Thrones, currently started with season 5. Stiles, who had started watching it too, asked me about my favorite characters. When the first one I named was Daenerys, he rolled his eyes. Ever since then, we could not stop arguing about this.

,,What are you EVEN TALKING ABOUT Stiles. She is a fan favorite because people like seeing strong, leading women. And because she has a heart okay?” I defended her, not letting anyone bash a character I was enthusiastic about.

He gripped at his hair, his eyes squinting. ,,(y/n), this is GAME OF THRONES were talking about here, who cares about someone haven a good heart?!” ,,I DO!”

,,OKAY!” he yelled, leaving me stunned. After moments of silence, we broke out in laughter.

,,We’re ridiculous.” I said, shaking my head in disbelief about our silly argument.

It was already dark outside, the colorful lights of the shops and the headlights lighting up the street, a few stars gracing the sky.

,,You’re ridiculous.” He mumbled, trying to provoke me. I was about to comeback, when I saw a sign a little ahead of us, an idea popping to my mind.

,,Don’t turn here. Drive that way!”  I pointed to said sign, grabbing his wrist to stop him from turning right.

,,(y/n) why the hell…” his eyes found my target and he looked at me in the ‘are you kidding’ kind of way. ,,Splashy Swim Center ? Are you serious?”

I nodded eagerly ,,Why not?”

,,Uhm, maybe because we’ve just been to the beach and took a nice cold bath with our clothes on.. in the freaking ocean?”

,,Stiles pleeeeease.” I pouted ,,I always wanted to sneak into a public pool in the middle of the night.”

When a car honked behind us, Stiles sighed and drove in the direction of the Swim Center, as I sat back in the seat proudly.

It didn’t take long to find a parking spot, since the Swim Center was closed and nobody was allowed in there right know. I dragged Stiles behind me as I began to check the place out, searching for the best way to sneak in. I had always seen it in movies or read it in books, two people breaking into a public pool at night and having it completely to themselves.

,,This is going to be easy as hell. We just have to climb the fence. It’s not guarded or anything, and I can’t spot any security cameras either.” I rested my hands upon my hips, looking at the fence in front of me.

,,This is going to get us in jail.” Stiles moaned, rubbing his hands across his face.

Hopefully not.

TO BE CONTINUED

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A Close Shave

Chickpow here: I found an old disc/floppy disc in my attic containing a lot of very old fanfiction from authors and websites that are either gone or taken down. I am not the author but I would like to share what I’ve found. if you find the author please let me know so I can credit them properly. Thank you and enjoy

A Close Shave

By Carbo

Authors notes: No, this fic has nothing to do with Wallace and Gromit, or sheep for that matter. It however has got something to do with shaving, and our favorite characters: Trunks and Pan. And um…some seriously mushy romance, topped with a delicious slice (or chunk) of lemon.

Extra note: Although this is not meant to be a sequel to the Bedtime Story thing, it could very well be one (expect for a few minor details) so if you want you can treat it as such.

LEMON ALERT!

Rating: NC-17, that’s right, the story has graphic sex in it, so if your under aged, or don’t have the stomach for such things, I’d advise you to go back now.

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 Adjusting the stem of her black, slightly silvery knee-length dress a bit nervously, Pan took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

Heart thumping steadily she waited for the door to open, half hoping she would be greeted by the pair of lake blue eyes of her hansom friend, half hoping she wouldn’t.

"Hello dear! Come in!" Bulmas blue head peeked through the open door, a bright welcoming smile shining on her face. Pan let out an involuntary sigh of relief when it was only his mother, although a part of her was disappointed that he hadn’t come down to greet her.

Obeying the blue haired woman with a smile, Pan stepped into the large Brief hall. She suddenly felt twice as restless now that she was actually inside, there was no turning back now.

Not that she didn’t want this, she did, more than anything. After that kiss they’d shared a few days ago, she had lost every last one of her doubts. But she still couldn’t help feeling nervous. Gods, she couldn’t believe she was finally doing this, officially going out with Trunks.

"Oh, you look wonderful!" Bulma complimented making Pan blush slightly, admiring her black knee-length gown that clung snugly to her well toned body but left her back almost completely bare. She hadn’t been sure if it was appropriate or not for a fancy restaurant and was feeling a bit uncomfortable wearing something so revealing, but she’d put it on anyway wanting to look nice for him. But she had to admit it was beautiful.

Pan thanked Bulma kindly and smiled..

"He’s upstairs getting dressed. You can go see him if you want." Bulma smiled assuringly, sensing the slight uneasiness of the younger woman. Then giving her a relaxing grin and a wink, Bulma disappeared into the kitchen.

Well at least she approves, Pan smiled and exhaled deeply. Walking to the stairs and slowly started her way up, her heart rate slightly climbing with excitement with each step.

Her heart was practically in her throat when she finally reached his door. Calm down girl, since when have you become a nervous wreck! it’s just Trunks, it’s just Trunks…Ah kuso it’s TRUNKS!

Eventually her heart calmed down a little, and she gathered her courage to knock on his door.

To her dismay though, no one answered. She knocked again, but still nothing, not even a sound. But she was sure she felt his ki somewhere nearby.

Frowning, Pan turned the door knob and opened the door a squeak with, and found the room completely empty. Great, I work up a huge sweat about knocking on his door and he doesn’t even bother to be in.

Shrugging she stepped inside. Scanning her surroundings she noticed his clothes were thrown over his bed. A small smile graced her face as an image of him in them flashed through her mind. I gotta hand it to him, he has taste, she smiled as he fingered the soft material of the light blue collar shirt, loose black slacks and a black suit jacket.

She had just taken off her coat and sat on his bed, when the sound of running water reached her ears. First she frowned, but the frown vanished as she remembered the room had a bathroom of it’s own.

The now familiar coming nervousness sneaked up her throat again, but this time she was able to control it. Although the realization that he was probably not fully dressed in there, made her cheeks flush slightly. It was funny, all the time she had known him, he had never made her so nervous, until now.

Ignoring her randomly beating heart, Pan walked over to the bathroom door, and turning the knob, she peeked in.

And there he was, standing by the mirror in only a pair of black trunks (pun!), his perfectly sculpted body almost fully in her view, while he spread white cream all over his face getting ready to shave himself - something she’d never seen him do before, and which she to her surprise somehow found incredibly sexy.

Sensing her presence, Trunks turned around to meet eyes with his visitor.

His smile was so warm and disarming that it chased away almost all of her insecurities, almost, but the blush remained.

"You look beautiful." He spoke with a wide, soft smile, turning to face her completely, as he eyed her up and down while admiring the dress, and more so, the body in it. The act made Pan feel very self-conscious.

She blushed a shade darker.

"Thank you." Pan said and smiled up at him, this time with more self confidence. After all, did she really need to be this nervous?

Pan let out a small chuckle while eyeing him up and down with amusement in her eyes. This time it was Trunks’ turn to blush.

"You look silly." Pan grinned, referring to his white face, the cream making him look like an extremely good looking Santa Claus. Completely relaxed now, she stepped closer until she was right in front of him.

Trunks eyed her curiously, as if to evaluate her intentions. She had that glimmer in her eyes, one that usually meant some sort of trouble.

She just peered at his face with a frown, and reached her hand to touch his cream covered chin. Then she returned her gaze to his eyes and grinned at him.

"Can I do this?" She asked.

Trunks arched an eyebrow suspiciously, but then smirked lopsidedly.

"As far as I know, women don’t have a habit of growing beards, but if you wanna do mine…sure." He cracked, and offered her the razor.

"Just don’t kill me with it." He smirked sheepishly, receiving a narrow eyed glare from her in return.

"Funny. Ok, smart boy, sit." She ordered with a slight smirk and guided him to the toilet seat.

Pan glanced him with slight awkwardness, before she moved to sit in his lap sideways. Both slightly flushed, they glanced at each other, quite aware of the closeness of their bodies and the warmth between them.

Determinedly Pan concentrated on his face, ignoring the more than obvious distractions. Like the firm compact muscles of his thighs straining under hers, and the clean distinctive scent of his body that filled her senses.

Clearing her mind, she cupped his chin gently with her other hand, and giving him a pleased smile, she lifted the razor, and with careful and slow, almost caressing strokes she began to shave away the cream.

Trunks watched her through half-closed lids, enjoying the feeling of her fingers moving along his jaw sensually. He had to admit, getting his face shaved had never felt this good before, and he think he knew why.

Having such a beautiful being draped across his lap, doing the shaving for him probably had something to do with it.

Mmm…she smells wonderful, he mused to himself with a smile, while admiring her beauty - something he hadn’t had the pleasure of fully noticing until now, and marveling on how cute she looked when her brow crunched in concentration. Almost as cute as when she lost her temper.

Instinctively his hand snaked around her waist, and softly pulled her closer to him.

Pan stopped her movements and looked down at him, slightly taken by surprised by his sudden move and the look in his eyes. But she didn’t pull away, just gazed into his eyes with a mixture of warmth and confusion in her eyes, a slight pink hue sneaking onto her cheeks.

Smiling Trunks reached up with his hand and gently moved a stray strand of hair out of her eyes, and in the process momentarily caressing her cheek with his fingers.

It was almost frightening what a simple touch could do to her, what feelings it woke inside her, that small show of care and affection. It burned her heart, that soft caress.

She was still afraid, Trunks could tell. But he could also see she wanted this, badly, and that was probably a part of what she was scared of. It scared him too.

They were both very safely guarded people when they came to turns with love, both in their own ways. But the road they had now taken upon would have to rip down all those walls they had built around themselves, and the process would not be entirely painless. Giving control of your heart to someone else is never easy. But something told him once they were past that, it would all be worth it.

There were other things that worried him too, one of them being the reaction of Pans parents, and their age difference as well. Or actually it wasn’t the difference that bothered him, but the fact that she was only 16, (seventeen in three months) and that she was technically and in some other ways too, still a child.

Although she didn’t much look like one right now.

He had considered putting this off, waiting a while before actually starting the relationship, but frankly, he didn’t think he could wait that long.

No, not by far, he thought to himself as he gazed into her eyes with a smile, drowning in those deep-brown pools. He knew he was being selfish, but he was too in love with her to stay away. Yes, he admitted that now, but for now only to himself.

It had taken him some time to understand the waves of warmth that passed through his heart when ever she smiled at him, touched or even teased him. Even her mere presence gave him a certain feel of peace and belonging. He always felt good around her, at home.

The kiss had just been the sealer of his fate. He couldn’t deny the emotions he’d felt that night, he still felt them when he looked at her now, along with some new ones too, as the feel of her soft and warm body made it’s way back to his consciousness.

Her lips, her body and her eyes called to him, and it was call he couldn’t possible resist. Slowly Trunks leaned closer.

Pan swallowed. She could feel her heartbeat climbing again. He was so close, so very close, his face mere inches away, gazing at her with his clear blue eyes that were darkened with desire. She could feel warm his breath on her face, on her lips and mouth, mixing with her own and the heat radiating form his body.

She felt shivers run down her spine as his palm reached to touch her cheek, cupping it softly, and slowly closing the gap between, brushing his lips gently to hers. The kiss was feather-soft at first but it heated like a spreading bush fire.

It felt like hot and cold had both invaded her heart simultaneously. Time seemed to stop, and she found herself wishing it would. She didn’t notice as the razor slipped from her hand and dropped onto the floor escorted by a loud clang.

Pan had completely forgotten where she was, or where they were suppose to be going in 30 minutes. His tongue slowly seduced her to a world of blissful oblivion, while his hands pulled her tighter and tighter against him. Her hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, her fingers sliding into his soft hair.

Suddenly Trunks broke the intense kiss, but then he swept his mouth down her neck and started nibbling and kissing her collarbone.

She tasted so good, so fresh, and her smell, so clean but with a wisp of green apple -his favorite fruit. The smell was very faint, and mixed with the smell of soap. An image of her with him in the shower made a wave of heat course through his body, and he felt an aching bulge starting to develop below his waistline.

That was when alarm bells went off in his head. Weren’t they going too far a little too fast.

Getting control over himself again, he stopped his kisses and pushed her slightly further from himself gently. She stared at him, breathless, eyes dazed and confused. She looked so beautiful like that.

"What’s wrong?" She asked hoarsely, a hint of worry flashing in her dark eyes. Didn’t he want her?

For a moment he just gazed at her panting, his nose only centimeters from hers. "Are you sure…about this?" He asked, desperately hoping she would say yes.

For a moment she gazed at him speechless. A sign of hesitation and fear glimpsed in her eyes. But then it was gone. She trusted him with her life and wanted him more than anything. There was nothing to be afraid of. Why wouldn’t she be sure?

"Yes." She breathed finally, gazing into his eyes with most honest trust.

For a moment they gazed at each other silently, a wordless understanding passing between them.

Then giving her a small smile, Trunks pulled her into another passionate kiss, his brief resolve breaking into a million shreds. Hungrily he devoured her lips and mouth, enjoying every taste. Frantic to feel her skin against his, he paused for a moment to pull the little black dress over her head, flinging it on the floor.

Again his mouth traveled from his lips down her neck and lower, leaving behind a trail burning kisses. But this time he didn’t stop at her collarbone, but instead came lower arriving at the her now bare breasts.

For a second he just admired the beauty of the white, round, soft mounds of flesh, topped with little, pink nipples. But just for a second.

She gasped and shivered with delight as he covered the other with his mouth, playing and sucking the sensitive nipple, while his hand cupped and caressed the other one, driving both her and himself wild.

With each suck, her gasps became louder, the sensations overwhelming everything else, while the ache between her thighs became worse and worse. The feel of his dawning erection against sex her didn’t help. She wanted him inside her, around her, above her. She wanted to be one with him.

Filling her silent wish, he suddenly left her breast to unite with her mouth again, he picked her up.

Wasting no time, Trunks stumbled out of the bathroom while keeping up with the fervored kiss.

Hardly pausing, the two practically fell onto the bed, still wrapped up in the heated kiss. Then leaving her mouth again he moved lower, kissing his way down her body to her hips.

He could see her panties were soaking wet, and that drove only made him more exited. Slowly, torturously slowly, he started pulling them off with his shaky hands, while Pan gazed at him with eyes glazed with her arousal.

Once they were off, he stared at the rosy wetness before him, feeling his need overwhelming him. But he controlled himself. He couldn’t take her yet. He had to pleasure her first, before the pain.

She moaned loudly and leaned back her head as he covered her with his mouth. Licking and sucking, first lightly, teasing, then harder, rougher until she was in complete ecstasy, teasing her until she was merely hanging over the edge.

"Trunks…!" She whimpered, hands clutching the sheets, hips pushing against his mouth as he sucked her clit with growing force.

But as she was almost there, he suddenly stopped. A whimper of disappointment and desperation escaped her lips. But the disappointment faded as another deep moan of pleasure erupted from her as he finally took of his boxers and slid into her.

But the moan turned to that of pain as he came to the barrier. As slowly as he could he eased into her, trying to make it as painless as possible. Unfortunately it didn’t help much.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked breathlessly, pausing his movements, a look of worry appearing on his face. He didn’t want to cause her any unnecessary pain. Just one word from her and he would stop.

"No! Don’t stop." She gasped, and clutched at the sheets once more. She wanted this, more than anything. She had dreamed about this for years, and it was proving to be better in real life. She could take it, she’d been through much worse than this. Biting her lip she told herself that it would reside quickly.

Fortunately she soon forgot about the pain, as new waves of pleasure started to sweep over her like warm water after hypothermia. Slowly and tentatively Trunks started bringing up his pace, his strokes becoming deeper and faster, slowly bringing her again to total ecstasy, making her whither and moan like a trapped animal.

She had never felt sensations like that before, ones that drowned every sane thought, every emotion. At that moment the only thing that existed was the overwhelming pleasure of him inside her, and the hotness of his body against hers. There was no future, no past, just that moment.

Suddenly, as the power of the sensations became too great to handle, blinding lights exploded behind their eyes as a hot surge of electric pleasure and pain of indescribable magnitude wracked their bodies, forcing a primal scream out of their throats.

For a moment the entire room was illuminated with a blindingly bright light, as the two united beings were enveloped by a golden aura. But the aura faded out as quickly as it had appeared, leaving the two sprawled over each other exhausted, half-conscious but most satisfied.

Dazed, Trunks opened his hazy eyes to look at the exhausted, shut-eyed face of his young lover. A smile creeping to his face, he reached over and ran a shaky hand across her beautiful face lovingly. Rolling to his back he wrapped her arm around her waist and pulled her unconscious body into his arms. Sighing contently, he buried his nose into her hair and closed his eyes.

He was only so far from falling into slumber when he felt the bundle in his arms move against him. Opening his eyes he found himself gazing into the tired, dark brown eyes of his lover.

A small smile crept onto her lips as she gazed at with her hazy eyes.

"I think it’s a little late to go anywhere don’t you? " She whispered wearily, eyes half-lidded.

Trunks chuckled at her softly, sweeping away the loose strands of black hair from her face. "Try again tomorrow?" He asked with a soft grin, and kissed her gently on the lips.

For a while Trunks stayed awake just gazing at her content and peaceful face. He couldn’t stop marveling at the fact that he had the power to make this wonderful creature happy, and that she had the power to do the same for him.

And he had to admit it now, she did make him happy. Always had, in one way or the other. Whether it was making him laugh at her silly antics, dragging him out of the office once in a while for a sunny picnic in the park, coaxing away his gloomy thoughts when he was down or just gracing him with her warm and energetic presence. And now his bed with her beautiful body.

 For some reason he had a feeling there was a long and bumpy ride ahead. But he knew he had a future to look forward to, as long as she was in it. There would be no dull moments, that much was for sure.

Picking up an extra pillow he threw it precisely at the light switch, and the room fell into a thick blanket of darkness. Wrapping his arms loosely around her small, warm body, he leaned his head against hers and softly whispered her goodnight.

Maybe tomorrow they’d actually make it to the restaurant, maybe not, he thought hazily as sleep started to weigh on him. I wonder if the cab is still waiting outside…

 End

 So there we are, my first lemon. I think it turned out alright don’t you?

I do admit there are some illogical parts (if you didn’t notice, ignore that =), and maybe a little bit too much mushiness, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway!