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A Fraction of Justice (Chapter #35)

Chapter #35. SURPRISE!!!🎄 🎁 Merry Christmas! 🎁🎄 I couldn't leave us on that big of a cliffhanger! Not on Christmas! Anyway, here is a little holiday gift from me to you. I want to sincerely thank everyone in this community who takes the time to read this story. I am so grateful for each and every one of you! Where is Natalie taking Alexander? Is he going to love it or hate it? It's usually 50/50 with him.

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CW: Physical intimacy. SO much physical intimacy.

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A Fraction of Justice

Chapter #35: La Petite Aiguille

[Alexander’s POV]

Rows upon rows of bolts of fabric in every color, shade and pattern I could fathom, lined the walls. Custom racks accommodated spools of thread all arranged in the gradient of the rainbow, while tungsten sconces bathed the room in an orange, electric glow. The solid wood beams of the ceiling gave the room an old-fashioned gravitas, while the smell of polished wood and starched linen ignited my olfactory senses. 

Everything was immaculately organized, each thread having its place. 

There was a break in the floor-to-ceiling shelves on the left, where a maroon curtain separated us from whatever lay on the opposite side. 

On display on the tables in front of us and on the counters of the classical oak desk that served as the register, were mannequins sporting all kinds of clothing, from impressive gowns fit for a runway stage, to elaborate, themed costumes, to, yes, even beautifully crafted suits in every cut. 

But the best part? 

Every single article of clothing on display, from the dresses, to the outfits, the hats and shoes, were perfectly proportioned to my dimensions. This entire, wonderful place accommodated people like me. 

I stared, slack jawed, unable to believe this wasn’t some sort of very realistic dream, when I felt Natalie’s gaze on me, “What do you think? This is supposed to be the best place in all of Massachusetts…” She hummed softly, the fingers of her left hand stroking the outside of the pocket, about level with my chest. 

Unable to tear my eyes away, I swallowed, gripping the fabric to keep from showing her any pathetic emotions, “I—“ 

Before I had a chance to complete, or even begin, that thought, the sharp clink of metal rings sliding across a curtain rod hit my ears, as someone crossed the threshold. 

My heart jumped. Another human. What was this one going to be like? 

My hands itched for something to defend myself with. Whether she could feel my body stiffen, or just guessed by instinct, Natalie gently pressed her fingers over my heart, caressing my forearm with her thumb. I looked up to catch her gaze. Her eyes seemed calm, reassuring. I did my level best to relax. 

As the figure crossed behind the main desk, I endeavored to take in all of her details, reading her for any signs, positive or negative. 

Her hair was cut short, tight pin curls looping and twisting in a gravity defying mop of pure white. Her keen, bright eyes shone beyond the rim of her, golden reading glasses, perched low on her nose. Her vintage jewelry, including an elegant gold watch, sparkled in the light of the lamp beside her. Her outfit was clearly custom made, a beautiful matching vest and skirt in warm earth tones, with white dress sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her hands were lithe, yet possessed a certain air of intentionality with every move she made. She held a leather bound tome under her arm.

“Apologies for the wait, we’re at the peak of our holiday orders at the moment. How can I help you?” She locked eyes with Natalie, seemingly not noticing me quite yet. Her voice was soft and clear as a bell. She set down her book, cracking it open and scribbled something along its many columns and rows. Natalie stepped up to the counter as she spoke. I leaned forward, enjoying the swooping, artistic motions of her calligraphic script as she wrote in incredibly ornate cursive. 

“Oh, hello, there.” She’d stopped writing. I looked up to find her gaze, dulled with age but not without a keen spark, was fixed on me. 

I clenched my jaw as I hardly dared to breathe… I waited for the condescending comment to come next. She leaned down to address me again, “Sir? What can I do for you today?” A smile played about her lips, but it was far from anything like a sneer. It was warm, friendly. 

I breathed a sigh of relief. She was waiting for my reply. She was addressing me directly. I cleared my throat. “I, uh, I believe I’m here to purchase a suit.” I raised my voice to cover the distance, trying to sound like I did this sort of thing all the time. 

“More than just one. He’d like to be fitted today, please.” I whipped over my shoulder to look up at Natalie. Was she serious? When I met her eyes, she nodded and winked at me. 

“So you want the full custom package?” The woman looked at me, I looked to Natalie, Natalie nodded in the affirmative. The human across from us checked her wrist, nodding with an exact precision I couldn’t help but admire, “Perfect timing. I believe I can squeeze you in between our other standing consultations. Right this way.” She motioned for us to follow her into the curtained room. 

We entered the back area and were greeted by two tables with ornate lion’s paw legs. The one on the left was piled with fabric, neatly folded, with tools of the trade including rulers, pushpins, scissors and measuring tape. On the right, the surface of the table was bare, save a series of pristine white boxes, each sitting side by side, along its center. I wondered what those were. 

Instead, we curved toward the left. I supposed I’d just have to wait to find out more. 

We came to a stop in front of the table with its neatly organized tools. I was beginning to deeply appreciate the pristine organization of this place. It was far more comforting than Natalie’s rat’s nest approach to every inch of her living space, though I'd managed to train her out of her most egregious lifestyle habits. 

I was torn from my musing when fingers descended all around me, the pad of Natalie’s thumb resting over my chest while two fingers hooked under my arms as she applied light pressure.

I met her eyes to see her arched brow, as she sought permission to pick me up and set me down. With a curt nod from me, she lifted me up and out, placing me on my own two feet in the center of the table. As she fished for my crutch, the other woman approached the table, setting a clipboard and red ink pen down on the surface beside me. 

She adjusted her glasses as she pulled the chain to a lamp behind me, bathing my surroundings in a soft glow. I couldn’t help but notice the way my jaw involuntarily clenched and I held my breath as her arm loomed overhead. 

I realized with a sharp pang the indignity that was about to commence. 

Natalie was finally granting me the opportunity to dress like the gentleman I was, a wonderful thing indeed, but… no tailored suit, big or small, was possible without acquiring that gentleman’s measurements. 

I felt a twist in my stomach, as I pictured being pinched, grabbed, and puppeted about like a doll, as string was cinched too tightly around my arm or leg to quantify the size of limbs. This strange woman’s hands who I’d admired from a distance for their precision and poise, now intimidated me in the lamplight, seeming too aged, bony and frighteningly precise in their movements to be anything but painful when they seized me. 

The liver spots that dotted her arm, the thin and almost papery nature of her skin that displayed the blue veins snaking beneath and the pronounced knuckles on her arthritic, littlest fingers all reminded me of a particular set of hands I’d fought very hard to forget. 

“… Alexander?” The present circumstance came back into crystal clear focus at the sound of my name from Natalie’s lips. I blinked hard and looked up at where the sound had come from. Her finger and thumb held my crutch between them, as she bent at the waist to address me, her brow slightly furrowed with worry, she gently brushed my arm with the side of her curled fingers, nudging me back into reality, “… Here you go.” She offered me my walking aide, and I cleared my throat, taking it from her while staring at the floor. 

“Ah, is that your name? I don’t think we got properly introduced.” This time it was that voice that tinkled like a bell in my ears. I’d admit, it had a pleasant ring, despite my trepidations, “Hello, Alexander, I’m Marianne. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She offered a finger to shake. I admit, I was taken aback. Why was she so courteous? She was smiling at me. 

It put me on edge. 

When was she going to burst into laughter? Was it when I gave in to her invitation to shake, like equals, only for her to pull her hand away? Or would it be the moment I turned over my shoulder where she’d take the opportunity to snatch me up by the collar? I refused to believe this wasn’t an act. 

She was still offering her finger. 

I was taking too long, if I waited much more I’d be questioned. 

I took a few steps forward and stiffly shook the pad of her finger with my hand. Immediately retreating the few steps back when it was over. Good. No funny business. Not yet. I decided as long as she continued this charade of being polite, I’d do the same. An eye for an eye and all that. 

“Well, we’re delighted to have you here. And what’s your name, young lady?” Natalie introduced herself and shook hands with the older woman with a warmth I found reassuring. “Welcome to La Petite Aiguille.” I suppose she thought that name was terribly clever. How gouche. Of course, she probably assumed I couldn’t understand French, which would be a false assumption.

 I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, as she addressed us again, “May I interest either of you in any refreshments?” She had my attention, now, as she acquainted us with our options. I ordered herbal tea, Natalie chose coffee. The woman, Marianne, excused herself to prepare them both. 

After the clack of the woman’s shoes on the hardwood faded, Natalie leaned down, resting her chin on her forearm, setting down her free hand close to where I stood, “So? Whaddya think?” Her eyes gleamed. Always so excitable, wasn’t she? 

“It…” I felt heat rise in my face. I mustn’t come across like some giddy child let loose in a toy store, “It seems like a professional and respectable establishment.” 

Her face fell, she was clearly hoping for more enthusiasm from me, but I was far too embarrassed to show her just how excited I was. Before she could form a response, Marianne returned with a tray, including a steaming mug of coffee I could’ve taken a dip in if I so chose, as well as a teapot, mug and saucer balanced on an embossed tray, all sized to me. But that was not all. In hand, she also clutched a proportional end table and chair which she gingerly placed beside me. I served myself the tea as she continued.

“As you can see we specialize in custom clothing for those of nimbler proportions than our own.” Nimbler, eh? I quite liked that. “So what’re we getting outfitted for today? A holiday party? Gala? Wedding?” Me? At a human wedding? I nearly spit a mouthful of tea back into the cup. 

“No, nothing like that.” Natalie swooped in to save the conversation, “He just likes to be sharply dressed. Personally, I love lounging at home in sweats and a t-shirt but this one wants cufflinks and starched collars.” Her index finger brushed the toe of my shoe, “He’s suffered for way too long in casual clothes. Now that he’s more healed up, he deserves to dress to the nines every day if he wants to.” She winked at me. My heart knocked at my ribs. Stupid, impressionable, laughable idiot! Just drink your tea and stop with the flushed face already! I swallowed everything in the cup in one go. 

“A true mondain, I see. Well, you’ve certainly come to the right place. Let’s see what we can do.” What was this woman’s deal with sprinkling French into every other sentence? Was she trying to show off? She grabbed her pen and started to jot things down on the form before her. 

I poured myself another cup of tea, and directed my words to the ceramic vessel, “Vous pensez que vous êtes si intelligent, n'est-ce pas? Je peux aussi parler français, tu sais.” The woman, I supposed I could start thinking of her by her name, Marianne, never paused in her writing. The line came and went without her understanding. I pursed my lips and couldn’t help the smug smirk that crossed my face. It seemed she didn’t know the language nearly as well as she’d put on. I continued to revel in my superiority, until I heard the human to my right clearing her throat theatrically. 

I looked up to see Natalie’s eyebrows raised as she scowled at me disapprovingly. “Be nice!” She mouthed. I opened my hands and shrugged as if to say “What?”. She didn’t get a chance to retaliate, however, as Marianne raised her eyes from the page and addressed us. 

“Now, first thing’s first, we’ll need your measurements.” Damn. I came down from my temporary high and felt my heart in my throat again. 

Evidently I wasn’t as skilled at masking my feelings on the matter as I’d thought, because she reassured me while preparing her tools, “Not to worry, Alexander, there will be no rough treatment here. I’ll be as gentle with you as Natalie would.” I snuck a glance up at the woman she’d mentioned, only to find, much to my embarrassment, that she was already looking me over. 

We both instantly turned our attention back to our drinks.

Marianne carried on unperturbed. I was beginning to wonder if this woman was one of the least observant people on the planet, or if she was just exceedingly polite. She scribbled things on her paper, before organizing her rulers and measuring tapes before her. She addressed me as she prepped, “So, you’re fond of gentleman’s wear, hm? Not many young men care about keeping up appearances anymore. I’m glad you’re an exception to the rule. My Henri was fond of his pinstripes and pocket squares. A perfect pairing for a seamstress, you can imagine!” Her eyes sparkled with memories long past. 

“I… I’m sorry for your loss…”  Natalie’s voice was kind and genuine. 

“Oh, that’s alright, honey. We had many wonderful years together.” She turned to me, “I think he would’ve quite liked you, Alexander.” 

Me? I couldn’t imagine how much I and an older human man could possibly have in common, besides our manner of dress. And in any case, this woman had only just met me, how could she possibly make such a rapid assessment?

I nodded politely in agreement anyway, hoping to move past this rather somber moment and return to the exciting part of getting me into a beautiful suit. 

Of course, Natalie couldn’t help but ask follow up questions. Annoying, the way humans always politely placated each other with niceties and small talk, “Did he help you run this place?” 

Marianne cracked a smile, “Oh, yes! The whole thing was his idea. Down to the name. I was perfectly happy to stitch away on my little creations at home, but he encouraged me to share my skills with others. He was always the gregarious one…” you don’t seem to have any problem talking at length, as far as I can see. “… and much better at putting our clients at ease, though, I try my very best. I know the constant invasion of personal space can be unwelcome.” 

Finally someone acknowledges this well-known truth! 

“Now, Mr. Alexander, if you’ll take a few steps forward, I’ll get your height to start.”

The flattery of being addressed so formally was quickly counteracted by an unwelcome reality that the aforementioned invasion of personal space was about to begin. 

I looked about myself to set down the cup in my hand. The side table was just out of reach from where I stood. I shifted my weight, about to turn over my shoulder to cross closer to the surface when a finger brushed the length of my forearm, warm and soft. I stopped in my tracks and looked up. 

Natalie was offering to take the cup from me. Her lips curled into a soft smile as my gaze locked with hers, “Don’t worry, I won’t accidentally drop this one. I promise.” She winked. 

I couldn’t help but crack a smile, and shake my head before balancing the cup on the pad of her index finger. She pinched it between finger and thumb and carried it to its proper place for me. 

***** 

As Alexander stepped forward, away from the tiny furniture, the experienced hands of the craftswoman carefully slid a polished wooden ruler behind his back. I found myself balancing my chin over my crossed arms to get a closer look at what the measurement tool showed. 

He stood very still, his posture perfect, and his chest puffed. I could tell he was stretching his spine to stand as tall as he possibly could. As I squinted to discern the tiny lines that Alexander could easily trace with his fingers, I saw his exact height for the first time. 

Five and half inches, exactly. 

My heart melted. 

As the ruler was removed, I searched his face for signs of unease. I wouldn’t blame him for being nervous. He was already grumpy enough being handled by me, I knew having a stranger’s hands all over him wouldn’t exactly be a walk in the park. 

“You okay?” I mouthed, unable to resist brushing the toe of his shoe with a fingertip. He nodded, sucking in a sharp breath. I could see he was steeling himself. 

I trusted Marianne, she seemed extremely kind and respectful. Still, her fingers, though aged and thin, were each over half the length of his entire little body. 

She prepared a length of bright crimson thread, tying it off in a knot in one graceful pull. 

“First, I’ll ask you to let your arms rest at your sides…” he shuffled his weight, unsure what to do with the crutch in his hand. 

“You okay to stand without it for a few? I can hold it for you.” I offered. He nodded, clearly disinterested in needing any help, but having no choice. 

“…And then I’m going to measure the width of your shoulders, will you turn to face Natalie?” I liked that she walked him through every single step she was taking. I could see he was starting to relax a bit as he shuffled his feet to face me. Marianne used the bit of string to measure along his shoulder blades, from point to point. The scribble of her pen on paper and the hum of the heater somewhere behind us, were the only sounds in the room. 

Until…

Thunk, thunk, thunk. 

I think I jumped more than he did. Someone was knocking on what I assumed must’ve been the back door of the shop. 

Marianne had a different reaction, “Oh!” She dropped the thread and checked her watch, “They’re early! I apologize, someone is here to drop off a bulk order. You’ll have to excuse me. This is the trouble of running things all by myself!” She looked flustered and embarrassed for having to pause, “I should only be a minute!” 

She stepped through the curtain and after a few moments I could hear the sounds of a door opening and the low rumble of male voices mixing with hers. The activity faded into the background as I took in the little life before me. 

“You wanna sit down? Rest your leg?” 

“I’m fine, thank you.” I wasn’t convinced but it didn’t seem worth it to argue over. I found myself reaching for the bit of string that had served as his measuring tape. Threading it in and out from between my fingers. 

That’s when we heard Marianne’s voice cut through, far more flustered than we’d heard before, “No! No, this is all wrong. You have half of my satin and georgette mixed in with someone else’s bolts of polyester! How difficult is it to keep your orders straight?” I could hear the clack of her shoes on hardwood growing louder as she suddenly thrust aside the curtain, “I’m so sorry for this little hiccup. I’ll just be a bit longer… Oh—“  

Her eyes cast down to the crimson thread pinched between my finger and thumb. “Were you measuring him yourself?” 

Alexander and I both exchanged flustered glances before I tried my best to respond, “Well, I—“ 

I heard the low voices of men and the shuffling of heavy feet beyond the curtain. As Marianne checked over her shoulder, her eyes widened, “Be careful with that! You almost knocked it over!” Her head of curly white hair, popped back in to address us, “No, no. Please. Go ahead! It’ll save us time! You’ll have to excuse me!” She gestured at the thread between my fingers before dashing off, footsteps fading even as I could hear her shout in exasperation about some other mishap those workers were creating in her shop. 

And suddenly it was just he and I. 

He cleared his throat, pulling at his collar. 

“So…” I finally mumbled, breaking the silence. His blue eyes met mine when I spoke. My face felt warm. 

“So.” He shifted his weight, his face splashed with pink, while he craned his neck to stare up at me. 

“I guess, I’m gonna— I mean, if you’re okay with… me??”

He thrust his hands in his pockets, nodding his head, while his blonde bangs hung in his eyes, “Right, no. I mean. We must… Musn’t we? For the sake of-of the time. Like she said.” 

“Yeah. Totally. Uh. Okay. So…” I twirled the piece of thread around my finger, while I glanced at the sheet of paper, “It looks like I’m supposed to measure your chest next…” My hands inched toward him. I could feel my pulse in the tip of every finger, I had to concentrate to keep them steady. Alexander watched my encroaching hands like a hawk, his spine stiff, his lips taught.

“Wait!” He threw up his own little palm. I stopped, confused. His brow furrowed as he addressed me, “You’re practically towering over me, standing like that. Do you know how exhausting it is to practically break my neck just to be able to address you? Go find a chair.” I raised my brows, he rolled his eyes, “Please.” 

I pulled it up before the table and sat down, “There, better?” I was so much closer to eye level with him now, and yet, he still seemed so far away, standing in the shadow I cast. 

He won’t seem so far once I’m physically touching him. I felt a thrill rush through me at the thought. 

I took the knotted end and gently held it against his sternum. He rocked back on his heel from the pressure, nevertheless. His little heart was pounding against his ribs. I melted again. 

After a moment, “Ahem, Natalie?” I was frozen in place, just mesmerized by the thrumming of life beneath my fingers.

“Right, right! Sorry!” I shook my head. “Okay hold that for me, please…” his lithe little fingers took over for my gigantic one, as I wrapped the string around his chest and arms. I pinched the string where it met the knotted end and pulled it away from his body. Finally, I laid it flat to the tape measure before jotting down the number. We proceeded to do this with the length of his arms, the circumference of his tiny little wrists, even his neck, which I tried to be painstakingly delicate with. 

With his chin thrust in the air, I could feel him gazing up at me as he held the knot against the hollow of his throat. He opened his mouth to speak and I bit the inside of my lip, worried he might snap at me out of discomfort, but instead he spoke so softly it was almost too quiet to hear, “You’re not too bad at this, Ms. Marquez…” 

As he spoke, I could feel the tiny vibrations in his neck as I very delicately brought the string around. What a mesmerizing feeling. I swelled with pride, “Oh really? Approval from the Little Nightmare? Not a single criticism yet? It’s my lucky day. What’d I do to deserve this?”

“Don’t let it go to your head… it’s big enough as it is!” 

“Hey! Rude!” I released the string, pretending to be offended. To my delight, his little face broke out into that lovely crooked smile I adored so much. 

“You’re awfully pleased with yourself, aren’t ya?” 

“As I ought to be! It was a shining example of my cracking wit, and you ought to be more impressed.” 

“You ready for the next part, Mr. Chuckles?” 

“Oh! Come on!” He wrinkled his nose in disgust, “That was terrible. Was that the best you could come up with? I’ll take Xandy over that, any day!” 

“What’s that? I can call you Xandy now??” 

“No!!! No that’s not what I said! Don’t you dare– Hey! What’re you doing?!”

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As I spoke, her fingers and thumbs rushed up from behind and landed on either side of my waist. The warmth was intoxicating, her grip all encompassing, and intimate. My face flushed with color and heat. 

“Don’t look at me like that! It’s the next thing on the list!” She was defensive. I twisted and squirmed feeling the tension in the thread as it rested at the small of my back. 

She had to be playing coy with me! Couldn’t she see how flustered she was making me? It’d been hard enough to keep my composure when she rested her fingertip over my heart, or gently guided my arms where she wanted them, or leaned down so close while she regarded me with such care and gentleness that her fingertips left electrical pulses where they brushed against my skin. But now this? 

I was finding it hard to breathe. 

“You could at least warn a man before you trap him in your colossal grip! Have you learned nothing?” 

“I’m not– Look, we don’t have to do this. Especially if you’re gonna get all pissy about it.” She looked crestfallen. That soft warmth dissipated as suddenly as it had appeared when she pulled her hands away, the thread dragging limply along the table’s surface, pinched between her finger and thumb. 

No, no, no! This isn’t what I wanted at all. Couldn’t she see I was addicted to it now? That warmth, that soft touch? This was all her fault.  

“Wait!” I stepped forward, snatching up the opposite end of the thread before it snaked away from my reach. She looked at me with curiosity, waiting to see what I’d do next, “If you’re going to hold me by the waist, have the courtesy to let me participate.”  Her golden green irises dilated as her mouth parted slightly. I had her complete attention. 

A tremor ran down the nape of my neck to the curve of my lumbar as I pulled the string toward me. She let this tension in the thread move her hand forward with no resistance. My heart skipped a beat. She was letting me control her.

I guided her fingertips to the soft flesh just above my hipbone, where my obliques flared and rippled as I fought to keep my composure. I transferred the thread to my right hand and fed it behind my back, allowing the tension to hold my weight as I leaned back, feeding it around to my right side. I could count each and every quaking beat of my heart as I held the crimson thread in my fist, offering it to her. She slid the tip of her index along the inside of my forearm, making me suck in a sharp breath, before uncurling my fist and taking the string from me. 

“Now what?” she whispered, two pairs of a finger and thumb resting on either side of my body, waiting for my instruction. 

I’d never felt so big in all my life. 

I guided one set of fingers to rest on my navel.  Could she feel how my breath shook when she touched me? 

I grounded myself and brought the other side to meet, letting the string cross itself at the proper place. She pinched the spot with her thumbnail and slowly, gently, retreated to measure and write down her findings. 

“Okay, now hips,” She held the length of string in front of me, waiting to be guided once more. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from beaming. 

I performed the same little ritual with her, and this time her fingertips landed over a much more intimate part of myself. I flushed bright, hissing between clenched teeth, “Careful!”

I expected her to scoff at me, but the eyes that met my upward gaze were soft, “I’m only going where you put me. You’re in control.” 

I don’t know what came over me, but suddenly my legs buckled and gave way beneath me. She was quick to act, wrapping a finger around my hips and pinning me between finger and thumb. 

Dear god, what was she doing to me?!

Before I could take another breath, the clattering of human footsteps and the scrape of metal met my ears and made me jump. 

Marianne’s voice cut through our built up tension like a razorblade, as she seemed completely unaware of our situation, “Okay! So sorry about that, you two!” Natalie quickly let go, as I rushed to tidy myself and readjust my crooked clothing. The seamstress rounded the corner of the table and entered my periphery, glancing over the measurement sheet “Looks like you got the vast majority completed. That’s perfect, we’ve got a great place to start.” She clapped her hands with a sharp crack, a smile warming her aged features as she leaned down to address me, “Now, Mister Alexander. What’re we in the market for?” 

My head spun as I tried to engage my brain, lips and tongue again, “W-what am I—? Uh, um…” It was a truly foreign sensation for words to elude me. I shook my head trying to clear my mind, “A, uh, A classical cut is always best, single breasted, three piece, wool, tweed or cotton, with a notch lapel and double vent.” The words flowed with an easy familiarity, and I found it easier to breathe for the first time since she had left Natalie and I to our own devices. 

“You were right,” She addressed the woman before me, “He really knows his stuff!” Natalie nodded vigorously and smiled, as if to say “You have no idea”. 

“Ah— And no pinstripes. I hate pinstripes.” I added in haste. 

“Duly noted! I think I have quite a few pieces you’ll be interested in.” She gathered the paper with my measurements, Natalaie’s chicken scratch contrasting sharply with the older woman’s elegant script. As she crossed the room, opening a cabinet and searching for something, she spoke over her shoulder, “Please, feel free to come to this other table here…” She gestured to the table with those mysterious boxes on them. 

Natalie and I exchanged a glance, before she slid her palm beside me, hooking her thumb beneath my left arm. She gathered me in her hand, her other fingers supporting my weight before she lifted me off the table. 

She crossed with me to the opposite side, her free thumb gently stroking my cheek. It wasn’t all that long ago I would’ve recoiled at such a caress. Now I melted beneath it. 

What has gotten into me?? 

Soon, I was being lowered to my feet, before one of those mystery boxes. I could see now that the front was obscured by a curtain. 

“Go ahead,” Marianne had just placed a polished wooden case of some kind on the table just to my right, as she seemed to register my curiosity. I took a step forward, only to feel a warmth and pressure on my shoulder. I turned to see Natalie offering me my crutch, balanced on a fingertip. I acquiesced and took it, before thrusting the curtain aside. 

I’m not sure what I’d expected but it wasn’t this. 

Beyond the veil of the fabric, and just a small step up, was what I imagined a dressing room to look like. I’d never been in one myself, human-sized or otherwise, but it fit my expectations and then exceeded them. On the wall opposite me was a full length mirror, held in a gilded, golden frame. A beautiful Persian rug softened the faux wooden floor. There were hooks along the wall to hang clothing, as well as a vanity complete with a mirror and chair. Along the walls were framed prints of famous art pieces. I admit, the Lady with an Ermine was the only one I recognized. Everything felt… authentic. Real. Human. Is this what rooms looked like to them all the time? There was a wide variety of plants that looked… were they real? Not just plastic bastardizations of the typical human houseplant? 

I stepped into the ‘room’ and as I marveled, heard a breathy “Wow, fancy…”  from up high. I craned my neck to find that this room, for all its proportional realism, lacked a ceiling, and, therefore, Nat was easily able to peer down, her arms crossed, and smile at me from above. 

But there was one area in the corner, also sectioned off by a curtain, which, when I peered into it, I realized was actually fully enclosed, complete with an electric wall sconce to brighten the space. 

Oh. What a relief. I wouldn’t have to change in front of these two women. I never expected humans to think of these things. This was a nice surprise. 

“Is it suitable to your tastes?” Marianne appeared beyond the edge of the far wall, “My Henri designed every detail. We had such fun putting them together. Oh speaking of… try these on for size…” 

A wrinkled finger and thumb descended into the space, shattering the illusion that I was in anything other than a highly detailed doll house. Pinched between her digits, was a suit jacket, vest, and matching slacks, each hanging on their own seemingly custom wooden hangers. She carefully placed each of these on one of the wall hooks. Her hand disappeared and then returned with another set and another and another. 

I admit, I felt my heart race at just the sight of them. I’d missed the familiar fit of a suit so very much. My grip on the walking aide was becoming clammy as I absentmindedly bounced on the ball of my good foot in anticipation. 

She also laid down a folded under shirt on the vanity (the folds were crisp and tidy. Impressive for fingers that big) and several different collared shirts on the remaining hangers. 

“I’ll work on ties, belts and shoes while you start with these. How’s that sound?” I nodded in agreement, already making a beeline for the undershirt, a white collared dress shirt and the first vest and pair of slacks on the rack before she’d finished speaking. 

I was just about to disappear into the changing room when a finger on my shoulder stopped me. 

My mouth twisted into an instinctive grimace as Natalie halted me. What?? What did she want?? I was moments away from shedding this baggy loungewear for something sophisticated and elegant. What could possibly be so important that she needed to interrupt me at this very moment? 

I turned to face her, only to realize precisely what. Offered up between her fingers was that pair of tweezers. The same ones I’d used to help myself change since I’d blessedly escaped that god awful tie dye shirt. She’d brought them from home for me. 

“Just in case,” she winked at me. Oh. Now, I felt like an ass. 

I breathed out from my nostrils, releasing the tension in my shoulders, “Thank you.” I even briefly patted the side of her finger as a show of appreciation as I took the object from her. I figured she’d like that, what with her love of touching me all the time.

The sudden thought of her touch and heat and softness completely overwhelming me just moments ago on that other table top made my face flush with shame. 

I hurried inside the changing room, where, luckily, no one could see my changed complexion. 

********** 

I drummed my fingers on the table, just dying for him to throw that tiny curtain aside and reveal himself. Marianne flitted about the room, opening drawers, cabinets and boxes, finding just what she was looking for, all while peering over the rim of her glasses with the keen eye of a master at work. 

Soon she had a lineup of tiny accessories displayed on the vanity table for him to peruse. 

I caught her gaze and mouthed “Thank you”, she nodded warmly and winked, before catching something out of the corner of her eye and gesturing for me to look too. 

That little curtain fluttered with movement, and before I knew it, there emerged one tiny socked foot, then another, with a metal and rubber crutch complimenting their rise and fall. 

Then, my heart skipped.

Hello there, Alexander. 

He looked absolutely incredible, and he wasn’t even fully dressed yet. The slacks sported a flattering pleat down the length of his leg, settling perfectly about his waist. The vest fit beautifully, cinched slightly in the back, the white dress shirt contrasted nicely and the sleeves fit him just right. 

I immediately dropped my chin to the surface of the table to get a closer look. 

He emerged with his head ducked as he gracefully threaded the final button on the vest, the royal blue wool lacing through his lithe little fingers. 

Suddenly, two icy blue irises like crystals of frozen flame were trained on me and I had to bite my lip to keep from embarrassing myself. The blue of the suit made his eyes shine even more brightly than before. 

“It looks like a perfect fit. How does it feel?” He craned his neck to listen to the voice looming above him. He adjusted his shoulders, made sure the vest was perfectly centered, and he toyed with his shirt sleeves until they were just right, before he turned to the full length mirror. 

With my head balanced on my hand, I could just make out a sliver of my face reflected in the tiny mirror over his shoulder. 

Seeing his entire body against the backdrop of one small part of mine reminded me of that first day, when I’d forced him into that ugly little doll shirt and held him up to my bathroom vanity admiring our size difference. That truly felt like a lifetime ago.

Marianne passed him a silky rust colored tie, and I watched with flustered amazement how his fingers expertly worked the flimsy material into a pinprick of a complicated knot, even and perfect. I felt like I was glimpsing into a whole other world of his, a past I only faintly understood. 

With each infinitesimal adjustment of his collar, sweep of his hair, and threading of his tie beneath his vest, I felt myself staring slack jawed at this new version of the little man I thought I’d known so well. 

Now for the jacket. She handed it to him, and he spread the lapels to admire the inner lining (a gorgeous, patterned silk with flowers of purple and blue) when his eyes stopped at something sewn into the collar just as the nape of the neck. 

***** 

I stared at the inside of the jacket, almost in disbelief. 

Sewn with expert precision, were a handful of stitches that unmistakably spelled out “For My Henri”. 

I was flabbergasted. 

Marianne had said he was the love of her life, that they’d built this business together, that he’d encouraged her to use her talents to help others, and this man had been… like me? 

“I-I can’t possibly accept this…” I shook my head, thrusting the beautifully crafted garment away from my body and offering it back up to this kind hearted woman who peered down at me. 

She simply smiled, “Just try it on, at least.” 

She couldn’t be serious. But it would be nice just to try it on for size. She could use it as a reference. I was determined to refuse her offer if she brought it up again, but I saw no harm in at least donning the final piece of the suit, just to see it all together. 

I took a deep breath and easily twirled the garmet over my shoulder, sliding my arms along the silken lining and letting it fall around my body, gazing into the mirror once more. 

Oh, hello there, Alexander. It’s good to see you again, old friend. How I’ve missed you. 

It was beyond perfect. It was the most beautifully crafted suit I’d ever had the pleasure to wear. I looked wonderfully smart. My chest swelled as a small smirk creeped onto my features, threatening to boil over into a boyish grin if I wasn’t careful. 

I refocused the lenses of my eyes to take in Natalie’s gaze, dominating the landscape behind me. Her pupils were dilated, her expression dreamy. I turned to face her, leaving my crutch behind for now. 

I thrust a hand in a pocket, unbuttoning the jacket to show the vest underneath and spun on my heel, feeling altogether like a million bucks. 

“You look… incredible” She practically breathed. The way her eyes shone when she gazed at me… Why did my knees suddenly feel weak at hearing her sigh at me like that? Perhaps I needed my crutch after all. 

“She’s right, you know. It suits you. I suppose I can’t convince you to try on the rest of them can I?” The older woman issued me this challenge with a twinkle in her eye.

Natalie furrowed her brow and cocked her head. As if to say “What could possibly be the problem with that?” 

Of course. She didn’t understand what Marianne and I already did. 

I slid off the jacket and held up its stitching to her. She leaned in so close I could feel the heat of her exhale as she finally managed to squint enough to read the name sewn there.

“Oh, oh my god. So…your… he was…?” Natalie stuttered. 

Marianne nodded, a smile sparkling with decades of memory igniting in her eyes. Eventually, she busied herself with handing me the next suit, this one a beautiful gray, continuing to address Natalie, “He was the best thing to ever come into my life. We found each other when I spent a summer in Paris, a whole lifetime ago. I couldn’t bear to return home without him. Luckily, he agreed to travel halfway across the world to be by my side. It took us a while to come to terms with our feelings, believe me, most people couldn’t possibly understand… especially not in those days. I hope you two don’t let your fear get in the way.” 

My face burned and my mouth felt so dry, my voice cracked as I spoke, “Oh, no, we’re not… we-we—“

Suddenly Natalie’s louder voice tumbled atop mine, cutting me off, as she spoke through a strained smile, “Thank you.” 

I sensed that I’d committed some sort of social faux pas, though I couldn’t understand what. Natalie and I weren’t… that is to say we didn’t have that sort of dynamic. Despite this, I decided to bite my tongue out of a desire to spare Natalie any unnecessary embarrassment. Judging by her bright pink complexion, she was already suffering enough from my attempt to set the record straight. 

I put that interaction out of my mind, though, as I returned to the garments in my hands. I admit, I allowed myself the small pleasure of trying all four of Henri’s suits, each one as beautifully crafted as the last and still in such incredible condition for their age. 

I tried on various loafers, belts, ties and even, to my utter delight, tie clips and cufflinks! 

As a boy coming of age, I’d been repeatedly reprimanded after asking for cufflinks to match my larger counterpart, being told they’d be “much too small to be worth any effort to make them in the first place”. 

Once I’d enjoyed everything those suits had to offer, she asked me to describe what I’d like to have custom made, letting me touch various fabric swatches and color options to help me make my decisions. 

This was all a dream, right? Some sort of beautiful, wonderful dream that I never wanted to wake from? It had to be. Well, if it was all make believe, I supposed asking for what I really wanted wouldn’t hurt any. 

She took notes as Natalie watched on. Why was it every time I turned over my shoulder, she seemed to be looking at me? 

I sat in the chair, pulled beside the vanity, palming the perfectly proportionate cufflinks, and rolling them between finger and thumb. They were so detailed and well crafted I wondered if Henri had made them himself. 

What is wrong with me? These things aren’t mine to take. No matter how wonderful they were. 

I deposited the little metal pieces on the counter beside me, folding my hands in my lap, determined not to fidget anymore. 

As if reading my mind, Marianne travelled around to the side of the table to face me. 

“Well, you’ve been quite the model today.” I nodded in agreement, “I think we’ve put you through more than enough. Now, your custom orders will be shipped to you in approximately ten to twelve weeks. If you need any alterations at all, feel free to come back to the store.” 

What a lovely dream this was. 

She continued, gesturing to those beautiful suits hung along the dressing room the wall, “Which one was your favorite?”

“Oh, well… I couldn’t possibly— they’re all equally wonderful. You possess incredible skill…” 

“I want you to have them.” 

Both Natalie and I let out an incredulous exclamation, in sync with one another: 

“No, no you’re being far too kind—” 

“We couldn’t take them, they belong with you!” 

She shook her head smiling warmly first at Natalie, then to me, “He would’ve wanted them to go to a fine young gentleman who can appreciate every stitch, rather than gathering dust in some box. I’d be honored if you’d take them. Think of it as Christmas coming early!” 

I was completely taken aback, a rush of emotion making my chest swell and my throat tighten as my vision suddenly blurred, “I— I’m at a complete loss for words… T-thank you.” 

“The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Alexander. Thank you for coming to visit today.” She leaned down to offer me her finger to shake. With a trembling hand, and biting back tears, I shook her finger tip, squeezing it much harder than was called for, and yet I didn’t imagine it was enough to hurt her, “I’m delighted you like them so much. Why don’t you wear the blue one home? It was always my favorite. Now I’ll finish packing the rest and will wait for you to check out in the other room.” 

And suddenly, it was just the girl with the wild hair and warm eyes, and me. She caught my gaze, a smile playing on her lips “Surprise!” She chuckled. 

The swell of deep gratitude, delight, overwhelm and pure joy flooded through me once again and I was perilous to keep it at bay. I rushed forward, my leg aching from the effort, as I crashed into her hand, squeezing myself into the hollow of her palm, as I clutched the base of her thumb and wept, mumbling my thanks between tears of joy. 

“Oh, Alexander…” she breathed, gently enclosing her fingers around me, embracing me back. Her index finger on her free hand gently caressed my hair, neck and shoulders as I wiped the tears from my eyes. I couldn’t stop smiling, no matter how hard I tried. She held my chin with her fingertip, wiping tears with her thumb, “I’m so happy you’re happy. You deserve this. I’m sorry it took so long… but I’m so glad you finally got what you wanted.” She beamed at me. I bit back more tears. She arched her brow and jutted her chin in that mischievous way she always did, “Now pull yourself together and go be all dapper and shit.” She nudged my arm with her thumb. I couldn’t help but laugh along with her. 

Before long, I found myself perched on the countertop of Marianne’s desk in the front of the shop, dressed to the nines from head to foot. I wore the blue suit, of course, with brown leather shoes, and belt, a silken ochre tie with matching pocket square, cufflinks, and a tie clip. I stood tall as the women above me exchanged money for goods. 

I felt a lightness in my body and mind that I hadn’t felt in… well, had I ever felt it? I couldn’t be sure. I had to keep biting the inside of my cheek to stop from grinning ear to ear like some stupid little boy. I’d never been spoiled like this. I’d never been treated like this. I had no idea what to do with myself. 

As we were about to leave, Marianne turned to me, her lips curled into a smile. She gazed at me over the rim of her glasses, giving me a clear view of her keen eyes. “Alexander? N'ayez pas peur de lui dire ce que vous ressentez. Il est clair qu'elle t'aime de tout son cœur. Vous méritez le bonheur autant que nous tous.” 

******* 

I had no clue what she’d said to him, but whatever it was, he looked like he’d been shot through with an arrow, after hearing it. His little eyes went wide and his face burned bright red. 

“Hey…” I rubbed his little shoulder, and he seemed to snap out of it. I smiled apologetically at the woman on the other side of the desk, “Sorry, I think he’s just really excited and overwhelmed about everything that happened. Thank you again, for all you did for him.” As I spoke to her, I coaxed the little man into my hand, his movements suddenly sluggish and distracted. 

“It was truly such a wonderful thing to meet a pair like you. You give me hope for a better future. Thank you for coming in today. You’re always welcome back at any time.” 

“Thank you so much, Marianne!” I echoed her warmth. When Alexander stayed silent, I nudged him a little with my thumb and he seemed to come to. 

“Y-yes! Thank you. V-very much!”

What had gotten into him? Maybe the thrill of the whole thing had worn off and he was just exhausted. Because of his dogged determination to push himself to the limits all the time, it was easy to forget how much more effort it took someone of his size to just interact with people so much bigger than him. He was also standing and walking on his injured leg without his crutch for much longer than normal. I wondered if he was in pain and trying to fight through it. 

Whatever the case, I was looking forward to getting him home with me, and giving him a chance to relax. 

I took in the wonderful sight of him lounging in my palm, his head resting on the pad of my index finger, his calves and ankles hanging off the far edge of my palm, his little hands spread against my skin, keeping himself steady. He stared at his tiny leather shoes, and seemed disinterested in looking in my direction. How funny he was. I wondered what on earth was on his brilliant little mind. 

Strange little nightmare, let’s get you home.

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[loserlvrss]

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍, 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 s. hanbin ( 성한빈 )

synopsis | after your car breaks down in the middle of a winter storm, you have a bright idea on how to keep warm.

pairing : hanbin x fem!reader genre : oneshot, smut, established relationship, light argument, light comedy warnings : unprotected sex, language, pet names, slight exhibitionism, a little rough for a second, hair pulling word count : 1702

authors note : i love this man so bad

“You’re joking,” You spit out a pained laugh, “Babe, stop fucking around and just turn the car on.” 

The man in the driver’s seat emphasized pulling the key out, putting it back in, and turning it—only for the engine to try to turn over with all its might, and then off. 

“Babe…” You were in complete and utter disbelief. How could this happen? Of course, it had to be on a day when you needed to be somewhere: your parents house in 20 minutes, to be exact. “Are you kidding?” 

He deadpanned, “I really wish I was.” a disbelief smile cracking against his features as his hands gripped the wheel. 

“You hate my parents that much, huh?” 

“Do you even like them?” 

“Touché.” You huffed, falling back against the seat, arms crossing. You looked out the windshield that had started fogging because of your breaths (and conversation), watching as the snow danced through the air. It would’ve been beautiful, and you did think it was…about 5 minutes ago when the car was still moving, heat blasting. 

You sighed, coming to terms with what had happened, “I’ll call them. You call the tow place.”  

And you did, asking your dad if he’d come pick you up—he said no, and you would’ve laughed in his face if you knew he wasn’t actually being serious. He blamed it on the snow, saying your sister had taken the truck to get last minute preparations for the party, and that, evidently, a small car wouldn’t be of any help. 

After you hung up the phone with a frown, you listened to the way your boyfriend spoke to the towing place. He sounded so calm despite the situation possibly being dire. He explained how you were only a couple of minutes from the town your parents lived in and that they weren’t willing to come pick you two up. He even double-checked all of the questions the man was asking him: does it roll-over? Do the lights turn on? Is it smoking?

You didn’t know your boyfriend had that side to him. Of course, you knew Hanbin was mature, that’s why you liked him initially—besides his looks, you’ve got eyes after all—But him taking control over the situation was…hot on a below-freezing day. 

He hung up the phone, catching your gaze. You’d been staring, and he’d noticed. 

“What’s up?” 

“You’re kinda hot.” You blurted so nonchalantly. 

He laughed, “Thanks, I’d hope you think that way. I am your boyfriend.” 

Your head shook slowly, eyes still wide from the staring, “Lucky me.” 

He started to open the door after popping the hood of the car, which made you slightly jump back to reality at the sudden noise. “I’ve got to check something, you stay here though.” 

“Do you think the car will blow up?” You only-kind-of joked, “I hope so,” 

He gave you a knowing look, “Shut up and just stay here, babe. It’s not gonna blow up.” 

“Bummer.” Your eyebrows knit at the command, “Do you even know anything about cars besides how to drive one?” 

“Well, you were too busy staring, but he did tell me what to look for over the phone.” 

You replied in a duh-tone, “Well, excuse me,” A slight huff left his lips at your response, and you shivered, only now realizing that the door was slightly cracked, “God forbid I ask a simple question…and can you close the damn door or get out? If you haven’t noticed, it’s fucking snowing.” 

Hanbin looked outside and then to you, mocking the feeling of being shocked, “Oh my God, it is snowing! Thanks for telling me, captain fucking obvious.” 

“H-holy shit,“ You remarked, feeling anger at the situation, “Just get out, I don’t want to fight.” 

He hummed, almost like he was debating your proposition, “Yeah, because I don’t know if you were still mentally aware when he said this, but they’ve gotten a lot of calls tonight. It will be like an hour before they even get someone out to us. But let’s not fight. That would really dampen our holiday spirits, wouldn’t it?” 

Without a shred of thought, your hand came up and smacked against your forehead. Hanbin snorted loudly at the action, dissipating whatever resolve he had brewing for you. 

His hand reached out, taking yours off your face, “It’s okay, we’ll just go home after this and watch a movie. Maybe we even have some hot chocolate in the cabinet—I bought some a couple of weeks ago.” Your cheek found its way between your teeth, “I’ll be right back.” 

“Don’t freeze to death—That would really dampen my holiday cheer.” 

He didn’t freeze to death; he just slipped and fell comically on the way back, like one would on a banana peel in a stupid cartoon. A loud announcement of “fuck!” following. 

After making sure he got up, you burst out laughing, a scowl on his face. Though he started to giggle once back in whatever residual warmth the car had to offer. 

“Are you okay?” You asked as he shut the door beside him, noticing the wet patches on his jeans now as the snow melted. 

“Wet and cold.” 

You mumbled, cracking another joke, “I know what you can make wet,”

However, it must've not been that bad of an idea because now you couldn’t think about how awful you were feeling, your head clouded with the pleasure of your boyfriend under you. 

“Fuck, y/n,” He sighed, earning your fleeting attention. His voice trailed off into nearly a whisper, “You’re so perfect.” 

His hands gripped your hips painfully tight, sure to leave his prints in its wake. He pulled you chest to chest, hearts beating in unison through the fabric blocking you. 

You moaned, rocking in tandem with his small thrusts into you. 

“So much better than awkward small-talk with your parents. I’m glad this—fuck—car broke down.” You tried your best to laugh, “Did me a favor.” 

Though the thrusts were sloppy, all you could feel was the warmth and security he brought upon you. He held you close, caged onto him, and whispered sweet-nothings into the skin of your neck. He made you feel better despite the pleasure, your heart swelling with affection that only he could deserve. 

He said something along the lines of: I love you, and you were made for me, and so wet, so tight. 

Hanbin wasn’t even cold anymore, and he had long forgotten about the ache in his hip from falling. This was better. This was worth it. 

The feeling of you wrapped around him, the light kisses you kept pressing against the side of his face, the claw marks left in the wake of thrusts that hit just right inside you. 

It was all worth the inconvenience, in hindsight. 

You felt the bubbling sensation in your lower abdomen, pushing back against his shoulders. 

“Fuck,” You swore, staring down at his lidded eyes—the ones that were locked on you. His fingers dug into your hips, assisting your attempt at quickening the pace. 

He looked so unforgivingly good under the slight moonlight shining through the window. His lightly tanned skin glimmered with sweat, tattoo on full display as the collar of his shirt rode down. His hair was now tousled from the grip you’d had on it earlier, and he looked so utterly ruined. 

You almost felt shy over such a sight. 

You couldn’t possibly show up to your parents house anymore. 

As his hands guided you up and down his length, you dove in to kiss the exposed skin of his neck, overwhelmed and trying to get ahold of yourself. You were building up to your peak quickly with this newfound vigor. 

“Don’t hide from me,” He must’ve heard your inner monologue, “I wanna see you when you come, baby, that’s my favorite sight. You always look so pretty, falling apart because of me. I need to see it. You’ll do that for me, won’t you?” 

You nodded into his neck, still sucking marks along the underside of his jaw. A weak moan escaped your lips and went directly into his ear, butterflies swarming inside him. 

The sudden movement made your stomach drop—in a good way—cunt clenching around him as his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you back upright. 

“Look at me,” His grip got tighter, forcing your mouth open to assist with the pull, “Don’t hide from me, y/n.” He warned again, low moans now tumbling out of your mouth. 

You weren’t usually quiet, but there was something about the sorta-kinda publicity of a car that made you feel self-conscious—though you’d not seen or heard a soul. And Hanbin evidently didn’t like that. 

He let go of your hair, letting you collapse just a bit into him, now doing most—if not all—the work. “I know you’re close, babe,” 

And he was so far from being wrong. 

His hand came off your hip and snaked between your bodies, rubbing circles along your clit. You squeaked, forcing your eyes to stay open with whatever willpower you had left and looking at him. Just as he desired. 

“C’mon,” His voice was low, intimately so, “Let go for me, baby.” 

Oh, you did, with or without his words of encouragement; your ears were ringing so loud you could barely comprehend. 

Your head felt fuzzy but clear enough to hear the groan he let out, nails now digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he came too. 

Hanbin finally let you fall into his shoulder again, chest rising and falling abnormally as you both let reality back in. He gently stroked your back as you kissed his cheek, a reminder you were still awake and aware. 

He liked the reassurance of your body, knowing that only he could make you feel the way you do. And vice versa. 

“Shit,” He slightly laughed as lights filled the car from behind. He saw it approaching through the rearview mirror; however, he didn’t process that it was the tow truck. 

You jolted up, squinting from the brightness. There was no way you were hiding now, but you had to do what you had to do to keep warm.  

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What about a part to of for the better please? With Lovies reaction to Less scoring against united (and when Leah was shoved into the dug out👀🤣) from todays game ❤️

THE GREATEST — alessia russo x child!reader

honestly never wrote a fic so quick but i loved this request thought it was so cute☺️

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it was that time of the season, again. arsenal come against manchester united on manchester soil. alessia wasn’t as bothered this time around, her departure from the reds was buried and wasn’t as fresh and raw as it had been this time last year.

still, it brought some unwanted feelings coming up against her old club especially one she started her professional career at.

you on the other hand, since learning it was time for team to make the long journey up north and back to leigh sport village you had a frown plastered across your face.

you used to love being and watching your mummy play at leigh sports village but now you liked your new home in north london. you didn’t dislike manchester by any means especially since you sometimes made the journey with your mummy to see your auntie ella which was one of the few good things about manchester.

“so what’s so awful about manchester, that’s got you frowning like that tiny?” emily asked with a playful smile as she was sat opposite you on the team bus having been playing card with your mummy while you sat watching a frown plastered across your lips getting deeper and deeper as the bus made its way up the road.

“manchester is mean.” you said bluntly as a small chuckle came from your mummy who was sitting beside you as she took a sip of her water.

“you liked it there, when we lived there?” your mummy pointed out as you only hummed crossing your arms across your chest — well tried to. alessia trying to also figure out what and why you were in such a strop about going up to manchester for.

“you used to tell me all about your life in manchester on facetime, and how much you loved it” emily said as she recounted some of the memories of when her and less would facetime and you would babble about your days in manchester long before the american moved to north london.

“yep but that not home anymore, manchester is mean” you mumbled sliding down the chair as you huffed, a small look of realisation flashing across alessia’s face as to why you were in such a strop.

“oh lovie the fans have gotten over that now” alessia assured you as she side hugged you, you sighed not knowing whether to believe what your mummy was telling you or not.

“still” you grumbled as alessia shook her head playfully as emily grinned at your innocence as you went back to watched your show now that you were cuddled into the side of your mummy.

“she’s so dramatic-“

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finally, the game had rolled around after it feeling like you’d been in manchester for days not when really it had been less than twenty four hours. walking by your mummy’s side as she wheeled her small suitcase in, a backpack most likely filled with more of your things in than your mums which hung from her shoulder.

people stood at the entrance, shouting and screaming the players which walked past as some shouted your name as you walked past with your mum, you giving the odd shy wave before walking into the stadium.

“lovie- where are you- oh” alessia called out as she felt you let go of her hand, your small steps could be heard as you rushed over and jumped into the arms of a very familiar face, one you’d just said goodbye to a couple a days ago from england camp.

“tooney!” you cheered as she spun you around a big grin on the united players’ face. “i’ve missed you, tiny” ella smiled as she stopped still, players walking past saying a small hi either to you or tooney.

you furrowed your brow, “i seen you two days ago though?” you said as a small giggled left ella’s lips as she realised you hadn’t understood what she meant.

“am i not allowed to miss my favourite russo!” ella quipped back as she tickled under your chin making you squirm in her arms as alessia caught up with you, stopping mere metres away from ella as she side hugged the manchester united player.

“i missed you too auntie ella” you admitted lowly, as you hugged her tight. ella rubbing your back as a soft smile came across alessia’s face. yours and ella’s bond being one of the best kind, so cute and pure and alessia loved it.

“and anyways missus i thought you said you would wear your united shirt for me today!” ella gasped as she replayed the conversation the two got of you had on england camp, you telling ella the next game you watched her play in you would wear your old united shirt — which would definitely and most likely be too small for you.

you shook your head with a firm hum, “north london forever!” you grinned tapping the badge which was displayed on your chest. it drawing a few chuckles from both alessia and ella.

“you’ve changed your tune!” ella joked but she knew since the move how much you’d fell in love with arsenal and north london. but manchester would always be somewhere in your heart.

“well i suppose it’s better than being a blue” ella shrugged as she laughed at her own little joke before saying her goodbyes, kissing your forehead and letting you back down on the ground. yours waving goodbye to ella as she promised she’d find you after the game.

you holding back onto your mummy’s hand as she led you into the away changing room. in your mind this was the worst part of game day, the waiting around for the game to actually start as you always wondered why they needed two whole hours to get ready.

but nevertheless you waited making your own entertainment along the way, walking with steph and kyra as they went out onto the pitch. your mummy opting on going to get treatment just before the warm ups.

joking on a little as you ran up and down the touchline as they warmed up before having a very serious conversation with fred the red as he danced around and waved at the fans in the stands. the mascot you used to love.

but then it was time for the team to go back into the changing room as you scared beth as she came rushing off the pitch, small giggles coming from you as she chased you back inside.

as you sat back down on the bench, coming down from your high energy state. catching your breath from all the running around you’d done, you’d think you had just ran around for ninety minutes.

your mummy was fixing up her hair as you watched fondly, “mummy?”

“yes baby” your mummy cooed as she tied the bobble into her hair before kneeling down so she could hear you among the loud chatter and the music which was booming through the speakers.

“what happen if you score today?” you asked as it had been on your mind the past day or two, you wondering if the goal would count towards united or arsenal. your brain getting a little confused.

alessia’s brow furrowed, not quite getting what you meant, “what do you mean by that lovie?”

“well cause you played for united will it be their goal” you asked your tone laced with confusion as alessia’s brow softened as she realised what you now meant.

your mummy firmly shaking her head as her hands rested on your knees as you sat on the bench, “no lovie, it’ll be an arsenal goal cause that’s who i play for now” your mummy explained as she pointed to the jersey you were wearing as you nodded along as your mummy continued her explanation using her when she scored for england as an example.

you hummed in realisation as you brain now made sense of your doubts, “will you score today?” you asked as alessia laughed a little shrugging her shoulders — she wishes she could see the future.

“i’ll try score just for you, prove the booing wrong ay?” your mummy grinned as she tapped your knees feeling you tense up at the mention of the booing knowing italy you experience some pretty big feelings the last time. but your mummy was quick to reassure you before placing a soft kiss on the top of your head as she stood back up.

the exciting part of the day had finally arrived where you could watch the match, one you’d been excited for the build up but not the actually match itself. this time though you found yourself sat with kyra instead of leah, that and the fact leah was back on the pitch playing again.

sat in the dugout, a blanket over your legs which kyra had given you as your arsenal jersey was now covered with a hoodie your mummy had insisted on you wearing much to your complaints that you didn’t need it.

but as always your mummy won the argument as the moment you came from the warmth of the changing room you were complaining that you were cold, so your mummy quickly got your hoodie placing over your head and sliding it down so it sat perfectly in you.

so instead you had to settle for the arsenal scarf around your neck all with white and red letters of arsenal plastered across it as you way of showing your support for the team.

the first half you can’t lie was a little boring, no goals being scored but your mummy did come close a few times. after he first attempt in the 12’ minute you tapped kyra on the shoulder, the australian peeling her eyes away from the pitch to listen to you.

“my mummy said she was gonna score to today!” you proudly smiled as kyra nodded along agreeing, “well it is looking likely tiny!”

but it was very likely to happen in the first half as it ended still with neither team scoring so when the team finally came out for the second half, you were a little more eager to watch. hoping the goal from your mummy was coming.

so in the 63’ minute when mariona played the lovely pass to emily who crossed it to alessia, you were on your feet in seconds when you seen the net bulge. your mummy didn’t celebrate with her aeroplane arms like she usually did instead a small yes slipped from her lips as she pointed over to the dugout, mainly to you before all the girls engulfed her in a group hug and head taps.

that was your mummy’s last action of the day as she was subbed off shortly after, kyra having been subbed on in place with the other girls who came off.

alessia getting her jacket and wrapping it around her arms to shield herself from the manchester coldness as she made a beeline to sit next to you in the dugout. you launching yourself to her the moment she was close.

your mummy wrapping you in a hug as you explained your view of the goal and your excitement fueling through your small limbs as your arms flung around explains it.

“t’was all for you, lovie” your mummy whispered against your hair as she placed a gentle kiss on-top of your head you hugged your mum tightly as your eyes wondered back to the pitch.

the game unfortunately after alessia’s goal wasn’t over, far from it actually, manchester united threw on some subs and were looking likely to score.

alessia glanced up to the clock as you sat on her lap, watching intently. your fingers in your mouth something you did when you were concentrating on something.

rachel williams had made a breakthrough as leah ran to catch her except, leah got a shove in the shoulder knocking her to the ground and quite literally off the pitch as she rolled and hit the dugout.

you not seeing the initial shove as you were too busy looking at the fans who were shouting and yelling their chants you trying to decipher the words. so when you seen leah on the ground, lying on her back you let out a loud laugh.

“le!” you called out as leah stood to her feet waving at you as she mouthed to alessia that she was okay, “your supposed to be playing football not having a nap!” you yelled after as leah was looking over her shoulder walking gingerly back to the sideline as the medical team crowded around her.

a small gasp coming from your mummy as she bumped your shoulder giving you a stern look for your cheekiness as leah just laughs at your cheeky comment running back onto the pitch.

the match ended not in the way you wanted which kind of damped the mood but nevertheless, you were able to run about a little as your mummy was off signing things.

“le!” you called out as you ran after leah as she was walking away from some fans, your mummy watching you intently as she spoke to some fans, busy signing shirts, books and phone cases.

“you okay, tiny?” leah smiled as you ran into her arms, leah throwing you up in the air and catching you making you squeal as she did, falling back into her arms giggling.

“are you okay after your fall?” you asked, your mummy after you cheeky comment filled you in on the fact leah hadn’t gone for a nap mid game like you thought but instead had been nudged over, you feeling slightly bad about your comment.

“course i am, just a little graze!” leah waved it off as you let out a sigh of relief, “next time i’ll just have to stay on my two feet” leah joked as you nodded.

“cause you spend too much time with mummy as she really clumsy!” you so innocently said as a laugh rippled through leah, you not being in the slightest bit wrong. as alessia could trip over thin air and still land on the floor.

“is that so?” leah questioned as you nodded proudly, totally forgetting that you yourself was also born with two left feet as like your mum you also found your self tripping over thin air.

leah just laughed at your response as she watched ella walk over to the two of you.

“leah do you think i can convince less to let tiny stay with me, we have a movie night in the books which is planned for tonight sharpish!” ella smiled as you nodded along, this being something you had planned during england camp but had yet been able to convince your mummy of — as a result of alessia not being any of the wiser of said movie night.

“um i dunno know you’ll have the ask the boss lady herself” leah shrugged as you wriggled out of her hold, tugging on ella’s hand as she tried to pull you in the opposite direction of your mummy.

“c’mon tooney, my mummy’s this way!”

[super-marvel-dc]

Come get the phone

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This popped in my head when I was looking through this list, and I couldn't help but think of a scenario with Dick Grayson (of course, he lives in my head rent free). Checked this like three times for typos, but I was tired so who knows what surprises wait ahead! Ah, I need sleep... Slightly NSFW, so proceed with caution, please! Also poorly written. Yes, that's a warning. So is Dick Grayson, because LOOK AT HIM!

“What are you craving right now?” Dick asks while looking through his phone for take out, not noticing that you scooted closer to him on the couch. “You,” you purr slightly, moving your face close to the side of his, and kissing his cheek. “Oh?” He hums, raising one of his pretty eyebrows as he smirks. “Mm-hmm.” you grin, raising a hand to cup his face to turn it towards yours. “But you know what I also want?” You look down at his soft lips, inching close to them. “What?” Dick's cheeks tint pink as you get closer to his mouth, his breathing speeding up, and heart starting to race. “Chinese food,” you whisper, quickly pecking his lips, then snatching his phone now that he was distracted, and jumping off the couch. “Hey! That's not fair!” He exclaims, his eyes wide and arms thrown out to the side. “Sorry, love, but I know you would've said no if I told you I wanted Chinese again!” You laugh, holding his phone close in case he tries to come after you to retrieve it back. “Well, yeah.” He grabs a pillow from the couch, trying to discretely cover his lap, yet failing and rolling his eyes when he sees you wink. “It's the third time you wanted Chinese food,” he says, chucking another pillow in your direction, smirking when it hits you square in the face. “Ok, firstly: ouch.” You rub your nose, pouting as you throw the pillow back at him, but missing horribly. “And secondly: I can't help that I love Chinese food so much!” You walk back over to the couch, keeping a tight grip on Dick's phone, and sitting next to him. “You love Chinese food more than you love me?” His arm wraps around your shoulders, and he pulls you into his side, kissing your temple softly. “Mmm.” You tilt your head, pretending to think for a moment, a breathless laugh slipping past your lips when he lightly tugs your hair in mock offence. “No, I love you more than Chinese food. I'd give up Chinese food for you.” Dick's teasing smile turns into a soft one when you finish your sentence. “Damn, you really do love me,” he murmurs, leaning his head in to kiss your lips gently. He pulls away after a moment, his beautiful eyes gazing into yours. “I love you, too.” He pecks your forehead, and your heart flutters, eyes soft as you smile at him. “But we're not getting Chinese again.” His hand grabs his phone, shoving it into the front of his pants before you could react. Your smile drops, a deadpanned expression now taking its place. “I am not afraid to reach in there, you know...” You raise your eyebrows, pointing to his jeans, and staring at him for a few seconds, your gaze glancing from his eyes to his pants. “I know.” He grin mischievously, a wicked glint on his face. “If you really want Chinese food then come get the phone.” Dick spreads his legs, the pillow that was resting on his lap earlier falling to the floor. He throws his arms over the back of the couch, a permanent grin etched on his pretty face as he watches you walk towards him with determination.

Please, do not steal my work

[lemon-russ]

hoooo boy. It is 3am. I started this at 1am. Almost stream of conscious writing. Lots of sex. Like, 3k words of sex. And I got emotional so like. Bone apple teeth, you heathens.

Fuck forgot tags, its too late lmao: @sleepyfan-blog @undeaddream @scriberye, and thanks @squishyowl for dividers

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Cato Sicarius x F!Reader

CW: Sex. Just. Lot of sex.

Summary: Cato and ambassador reunite

word count: 3,219

Song: Like Real People Do - Hozier (even get some easy listening with all this porn)

There is a sharp knock on your office door, making you jump a little. It wasn't Guilliman's knock.

“It's Open” you call out, standing and trying to tidy yourself and your desk. You'd been daydreaming and doodling again, not actually working, and tried to hide the evidence of your slacking with other papers.

Your door slides open, and to your surprise, Cato stands there, leaning in the door jamb, smirking.

It takes you a moment to process what you're looking at, but in a second you're scrambling around your desk, knocking papers on the floor as you sprint to the door.

Cato looks a little surprised himself when you fling yourself into his arms. He catches you, chuckling as he lets you cling to him.

“You weren't worried, we're you, little Ambassador?” He asks through a soft laugh.

You pull back and look up at his face in astonishment. “You're- You're home!” You gasp in shock.

“That I am.” He said smoothly.

“You found a ride? From all that way?” You ask, leaning back in to hug his chest.

He chuckles and pets your hair. “That I did. Surely you didn't expect the Captain of the Second Company to be bested by, what, finding a ride home?” He replies with some disbelief.

You laugh, burying your face in his shirt and sighing as you take in his scent, like wood and spices. For a second you realize he must use cologne to purposely smell nice, and almost laugh at the thought of him preening himself so much when he acts so aloof.

“I didn't think you'd like, die-” you say, muffled by his fatigues shirt. “-but I also expected you to take longer getting back.”

He pulls you back to look at your face, smiling and sighing as he lifts your chin. “Ye of little faith, Ambassador. After sorting things out with Titus, I had secured a ride home by the next morning.”

You smile wide. You were surprised to see him but, he's right, as much as he is cocky, it isn't unearned.

“Still,” you say, leaning your face into his palm as he moves to cup your face, “I'm so, so happy to see you.” You say softly.

He makes a soft hum, “And I have been loosing my mind missing you.” He says, mirroring your tone.

He lifts you up a bit and takes a step into your office, hitting the control panel on the door and setting it to locked. You raise an eyebrow and look up at him curiously.

Before you can formulate a question, it's already answered by the look in his eyes.

Hunger.

“Cato…?” You ask anyways, but squeak when he picks you up and plops you on your desk. He cages you in with his arms, towering over your little human size desk and grinning ear to ear.

“I have really missed you, my little Ambassador…” he says with a huskier tone. He moves his mouth to your neck and starts trailing warm kisses down.

You shudder, chuckling shyly. “Seriously? I worry for 3 days, thinking you were dead on some back water agriworld-” you stifle a gasp as he nips at your throat gently, “-and th-the first thing you want to do is-”

“Fuck you? Yes.” He purrs, pushing you gently onto your back on the desk. You flush, but it isn't not working on you. You feel your core warming as his hands roam up your curves and he nibbles at your collar bone.

“I walked into my Primarchs office today expecting to be given a death oath.” He says in a low voice.

You gasp softly. You thought he'd be in trouble, but, a death oath? A chill runs down your spine at the thought of your Cato having to swear himself to a suicide mission for the dishonor of bedding you…

He sees the look of worry in your eyes and gives you a reassuring smile. “Ah, don't stress about it. I was being a little dramatic.” He chuckles.

He goes back to kissing down your chest, humming happily and tugging your shirt away. “But dramatic or not, I thought I was going to at worst be sent to die, and at best, never see my little Ambassador again.” He sighs against your skin. “Though I think I'd prefer the death oath to knowing you were there and I just couldn't be near you…” he murmurs between kisses.

You let out a sigh, running fingers through his hair, letting yourself be comforted by the fact that he's here and safe right now. “So… you're not in trouble…?” You ask.

He grimaces, resting a cheek on your breasts and looking up at you. “Well, I mean, I'm suspended for a minute. But, thankfully a little diplomat worked her magic over on Guilliman.” He said with a smirk. “He said he, what was it, pinky promised not to kill me?”

You chuckle and blush a little. “Hey, you're not supposed to know that. The contents of a pinky promise are highly confidential.” You tease.

He grins up at you, nuzzling into your chest. “Well, thanks to you, I'm not only not going to be killed in some fashion, but I've been given permission to keep seeing you.” His expression softened into one of warm admiration. “Have I ever told you you're quite skilled at your job…?” He chuckled.

You gasp and put a hand to your chest, mouth agape in feigned shock. “Captain Sicarius! Was that… was that a genuine compliment?!” You say aghast. “And of my silly diplomacy skills, no less! Don't I recall you once saying my job was, what was it-” you tap your chin. “Ah, ‘frivolous and a waste of imperial resources’ I believe were the words…”

He rolled his eyes, laughing gently. “Oh be quiet, don't make me regret being nice” he said, turning to playfully mouth at your chest with his teeth.

You laugh and push playfully back on him. “What? I'm just trying to get clarification, because surely the great Cato Sicarius isn't actually admitting some things can be talked out-”

You're interrupted by him tugging your shirt up and snapping your bra off in a quick motion, making you melt into giggles as he pulls you closer to the edge of the table by the hips.

“You can be quite mean to me, you know that?” He chuckles playfully, mouth assaulting your breasts and making you giggle harder, punctuated by light gasps when he finds your nipple.

“You-” you gasp, “you're calling- me mean-?” You stifle a small moan as his hand finds your other breast and starts playing with it in tandem.

“Yes.” He says between kissing and sucking your nipples. “Quite mean, actually. You're a little bully.”

You laugh and give him a small smack on the shoulder, only eliciting more chuckles from him.

“No no, you aren't turning this on me Cato Sicarius!” You try to scold between breathless giggles. His hand has started working its way under your pants and tugging them down, which greatly distracted from your indignant rage. “You're the bully here- you tripped me for fun! You would hide my paperwork and tell important nobles crazy rumors about me!”

He pops his mouth off your breast, laughing in a low growl as he tucks you further against him and finally pulls off your pants. “You have no proof that you weren't raised on an agriworld entirely dedicated to manure farming.” He says with a mischievous grin.

You huff and smack his chest uselessly. “That's not even a real thing! And you didn't say ‘manure farming’, you told the planetary governor I was raised as a shit shoveler!”

“Tomato tomato.” He says, flippantly waving a hand. You start to growl out an argument but your words die in your throat as he tugs off his pants and kicks them to the side in one movement.

“We're-” you rasp, eyes glued to him stroking himself between your knees, “We're coming back to this later, I won't forget it.” You manage.

He rumbles a low chuckle in his chest, pushing your knees apart. “Oh, of course. Can't miss an opportunity to berate me, can you, little bully?” He needles at you playfully, but your frustratingly are having trouble keeping your thoughts straight while his fingers are trying to work into you.

He makes a happy hum as you interrupt yourself with a sweet, soft moan when his finger gently pushes into you at last.

“What was that, Ambassador? It sounded like you had a well thought out argument to make-” he chuckles as he pushes it deeper into you, pulling another noise from your throat.

“Y-you- mmhhhf-” you moan, squirming under him as he leans in and starts kissing you across the neck and jaw.

“Speak up, Lady Ambassador.” He chuckles, “why, this is no way to conduct yourself in a negotiation, making all these noises…”

He cuts off your next attempt at words by capturing your mouth with his own, and pulls his finger free of your clasping depths. You whimper against his mouth at the emptiness, but you aren't left alone long as you feel the head of his cock prod at your now somewhat more prepared entrance.

He releases you from the kiss, pulling back to grin mischievously at you. “Well?”

You blink, bleary eyed and confused. “…well what…?” You rasp breathlessly.

“Well, aren't you going to defend yourself against all my ‘bullying?’” He teases, rubbing his head along your soaked lips.

You blink again. “D…defend….” You frown, “What- you're the one who always bullies me-”

He stops you with another kiss, making you whimper a needy noise. “Well, maybe do your job you're so good at, hm?” He grumbles in an amused tone. “Go on, negotiate.”

The gears slowly turn in your hazy brain. “Negotiate… so you'll fuck me…?” You mumble.

He pushes the head of his massive cock just barely into you, making your hips instinctively rock, seeking more. He holds you by the waist and chuckles. “That's right. Maybe if you can argue your way into it, I'll bully you over it less.”

You frown, furrowing your brow. “You are such a brat, Cato.” You sigh.

You try and think through your sluggish, hazy thoughts. To negotiate, you just need to know what the other actually wants, and what they aren't willing to give up. Cato might think himself clever- and in all aspects of war he is. But when it comes to emotions, especially his own? The man barely figured out he liked you romantically, then was snappy while fucking you in a cave.

You clearly have the advantage.

“Fine.” You say, crossing your arms and putting one leg over the knee of the other. “I don't feel like playing your games today, Cato. You can't come into my office, days after me worrying for you, toss me on my desk and then push me around.”

He frowns, hands still holding your waist. “What?” He asks flatly.

“I don't want to play this game.” You repeat, huffing. “You can go. Find me when you actually want to fuck me.”

He looks like he was slapped. “You-” he sputters. “You're not serious.”

You shrug, turning your face away. “Nope, lost your chance.”

His mouth falls open a little. “I- I mean- I was just joking-”

You shrug again.

He frowns, scrunching his forehead hard. “Come on, little Ambassador, I just thought we were playing-” he says, voice tinged slightly with desperation as he rubs your crossed knees.

You pout. “I dunno. Didn't sound like playing.” you huff.

He frowns harder. “I- I mean- I'm sorry. Please don't throw a tantrum.”

You give him a small scowl of annoyance, and he snaps his mouth shut so fast you can hear his teeth click. “Sorry, sorry, not a tantrum-” he says, nervously clearing his throat. “Please, can we just…?” He smiles nervously, rubbing your thighs.

Your suppress a smirk. He's so easy to tease.

“Please what?” You say, unable to keep the amusement out of your voice.

He blinks at you, then grimaces. “Oh, come on-” he starts before you smile and shake your head.

“You won't be coming on anything if you can't use your words. Go on, Captain. Negotiate. I'm open to begging.” You smirk.

His jaw falls open again. “You crafty little-” he shakes his head and sighs, leaning over your legs. “Please, little Ambassador?” He says, cheeks tinged pink.

You grin. “Use your words, Captain.”

He groans. “Please can I fuck you?” He mumbles, cheeks warming further.

“You don't sound like you want it very badly.” You say with a mischievous grin. You uncross your legs.

He sighs and smiles, eyeing your teasing sex before leaning over you again. He cups your face, leaning his lips down to your ear.

“I need you, my little vixen.” He whispers with warm breath ticking your ear.

You swallow to sooth your suddenly very dry throat. “Oh-?” You rasp.

He prods at you with his head again. “Mm, I need you. I've thought of nothing but how you feel wrapped around my cock for three days…” he purrs, nuzzling your jaw. “Please, please let me have you…” he whispers huskily before nibbling at your earlobe.

You have a split second thought that you may need to get rehydrated after this with how quickly wetness rushes between your legs at his sweet, desperate words.

He feels your slickness and chuckles, rubbing the head of his cock between your lips and making lewd, wet noises from it. “Is that a yes, little vixen?” He rumbles softly.

“I- I suppose- I think I can spare a moment of my- busy schedule-” you barely rasp out.

He grins against your neck. “Then we have come to an excellent, mutually beneficial agreement. I suppose my earlier praise stands, you're pretty good at your job.” He teases, then lines himself up and pushes into your slick entrance.

A deep, husky groan is ripped from your lungs as he stretches you. Your hands instinctively cling to his neck and tangle in his hair.

“Uhnf- Cato-” you moan, head falling back and hair cascading across the still paperwork covered desk.

He lets out a deep, primal groan of his own, voice shuddering. “By the throne, you feel-” he moaned gruffly, “-amazing- I don't think I'll ever tire of this feeling-”

He sank deeper, filling you in a way you've been craving since he last had you. He bottoms out and sighs. He pants softly and grins down at you, flushed and squirming and panting little hitching noises.

“Holy Terra, you're beautiful like this.” He says almost dreamily. He tucks some hair behind your ear. “You're mine, right?” He purrs, rocking slowly in and out of you.

Your eyes roll back a moment as he starts to move. “Cato-” you groan.

He chuckles again. “That doesn't answer my question, my lady~” he slows his movement, making you whimper. “Tell me you're mine.” He demands in a soft, heady voice.

Your mind wipes blank a moment. “I- I'm yours-” you rasp, and you're rewarded with his cadence picking up again.

“That's right-” he pants, falling forward to cage your head in with his arms. “Mine-” he growls. “A-again-”

You gasp needily as his hips start slapping to yours faster, the sound of your thighs meeting his muscular stomach echoing with his balls slapping against your ass as he moves.

“I- I'm yours-” you pant out again, “yours- yours-”

He lets out a primal noise as he curls around you and begins hammering into you, losing himself in instinct. “Mine, mine, mine-” he snarls softly into your ear, pulling you sharply down to meet him every thrust like a toy. You worry a moment as you hear the wood creak on your poor desk, but it's drowned out in your mind when he slams back into you.

You feel your mind going hazy, lost in the feeling of being stretched over his cock over and over. As your gasps get higher and higher pitched, he pulls back just a little to watch your face with a dazed smile. “Mine…” he murmurs, cupping your chin and tilting yor face to meet his eyes. “I want to watch your face when you come for me.” He rasps huskily between pants. “I want to see that sweet face fall apart with how good I make you feel. How good it feels when I make you mine-” he growls softly.

You feel your stomach tighten at hia words, and its hard to keep your eyes on his as you feel your orgasm edge closer each deep thrust. “Cato-” you gasp. “I- I- unff-”

He grins at you, eyes lidded and breath coming in ragged gasps. “Good girl, look at you, so pretty like this-”

You whimper again, fists grasping desperately at the papers on your desk.

“Cato-! Cato!” You pant.

“Cato- I- oh throne-” you desperately grab for him and he holds you up by the back so you can press your forehead to his, looking up desperately into his eyes.

You gasp sharply as you feel the tightness snap in your belly, your walls squeezing his still pistoning cock in you.

“I love you-!” You cry out as you come.

He stumbles for a half second, eyes going wide and jaw slacking. Then he follows suit with you, and you feel him start to twitch in you as he snaps back into thrusting.

“Oh, throne-” he groans your name, then pants it hazily as you feel the full force of him like you haven't before, filling you to almost uncomfortable tightness before his come can spill out from you.

He hilts into you a few times more before collapsing around you, one knee on your desk, elbows holding him from crushing you while he gulped air like he was drowning.

Your fuck hazed mind slowly catches up with you.

Did you just-

During sex--!?

Your delirious warmth starts creeping with cold panic as you look up at his face- but it's quickly stopped when his mouth crashes into yours.

His tongue pushes needily around yours, and you quickly return it best you can, losing the fight against his aggressive, possessive need.

He breaks the kiss, both of you gasping, and holds your face between his hands.

Your eyes go wide again when you see his eyes are wet with unshed tears. He's fighting back crying clearly by the way his mouth keeps trying to tug down at the corners, the way his forehead is scrunched between his brows-

“I love you, too.” He whispers.

You don't realize you're crying until his thumb wipes a tear from your cheek. Much more softly, he leans in and kisses you again

[alexa-fika]

Demonic Catch (Jinbe x f!teen!reader)

A/N HI OMG HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN GUYS , listen writers block got me bad, I thank God for @hannahbarberra162 😭 helped me with this fiv and pulled me out of this block (hopefully) she is an amazing writer and her pieces brought me inspiration so go check her out. Right now 🔪

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese

Dividers by @/drinkthesky and @/fireflygraphics

“Man, that last island had nothing to eat,” the girl muttered, looking through her latest gains as she leisurely flew along.

“They did have pretty things, at least,” she grinned, pulling out jewelry from the bag. 

“Hmm?” the teen paused, her sights set on a traveling vessel below her.

“This one looks like it could have a lot of things, But I’m already tired from the last raid,” she huffed out.

“I could use some food…” she mulled out, thinking over her options. However, this was halted as she felt something wrap around her body and Suddenly, the decision to board the ship was made for her, and the last thing to reach her ears was a feminine but shrill scream.

“You idiot, that’s not a bird!”

-

“Ugh, My head is fucking killing me; what the hell happened” Dokucha muttered, lifting herself up from what appeared to be a small hospital bed.

“Ah! You’re awake! How are you feeling?” A squeaky voice piped in

Dokucha glanced at the owner of the voice, blinking owlishly at the small creature.

“A mink?”

“I’m a reindeer!”

“Oh...er, my head feels like a boulder smashed it; what happened, and who the hell are you?” she dazedly answered.

“I’m Chopper! I’m a doctor! Our captain thought you were a bird and tried reeling you in, and it caused you to crash against our ship.”

His words sank in and pulled her out of her previous stupor as she jumped off the bed, pulling off the IV that the Doctor had put in her.

“Ah, You shouldn’t move yet! You had a head injury, so you should be on bed rest!” he exclaimed immediately.

She ignored his pleas as she tumbled her way outside the infirmary into what appeared to be the ship’s dining room. Two men came into her field of view, mirroring her surprised expression.

The blond one was the first one to react to her sudden entrance.

“Little Miss, I think you should listen to the Doc; you shouldn’t be running around in that state,” he called warily, approaching the girl.

“Tch,” she sidestepped the men and made a quick dash out of the dining room, covering her eyes at the sudden introduction of light as she made her way into the ship’s deck and all its sights. However, she did not have time to take it in as the voices of the men she left behind called after her, prompting her to keep running, which took her into her current situation.

It turned out that past the green deck of the ship was the men’s quarters, and below it the ship’s storage room. She took to hiding in a corner, pulling her legs close to her chest as she tried to make herself as small as she could and take in her current situation.

“How the hell am I going to get out of here... My wing got injured in the crash, so flying is out of the question. I can try swimming, but I don’t know how far I am from the coast. My only option is finding their lifeboat.” she muttered, taking a look at her bandaged wings, anger and fear filling her.

“Those bastards probably patched me up so I could be kept as a hostage,” she growled.

“I won’t let them,” she stated, determined as she stood up slowly, taking hold of an axe from the array of weapons stored in the room.

“I would be careful with that,” A deep voice rumbled behind her as she scrambled into a corner, once again holding the axe in front of her.

“Don’t come any closer, you asshole!”

The Fishman hummed, a frown on his face as he took in her words.

Eventually, he sighed, and much to the teen’s surprise, he plopped himself down, crossing his arms and closing his eyes as he sat in front of her.

“W-What are you doing?” she gasped out.

“I am simply sitting down.”

She stared at him incredulously, not lowering the weapon in her arms.

“You are Dokucha, are you not?”

“How do you know that?”

“I have seen your wanted posters.”

“So I was right. You just want me alive so you can cash me in.” She sneered

“No. Neither me nor my crew have any wish to do that.”

“As if I would believe that, why else would you help me?”

“I can understand your weariness of us after being hunted down for so long but you have my word that we have no ulterior motive for tending to your wounds, Chopper is a Doctor at heart and would never leave someone injured If he could help it.”

She stared at him a while longer, slowly lowering the axe but not releasing the tight grip on it

The two sat there for a while, no words being exchanged between the two as the tension on the young girl slowly ebbed away

“Will you allow my friend to treat your injuries?” he spoke up after a while, and to your surprise, you agreed.

Here’s to hoping this is the end of the writer’s block

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[monster-disaster]

[elf] Elaris

elf!Elaris x human!Hazel & Mark Good to know: Elaris!Reader, voyeurism, cuckold, bisex males, a bit of humiliation

Summary: You spend your night with a soon-to-be-married couple.

You can feel their gaze on you the whole night. You can barely hide your knowing smirk behind your glass as you continue drinking at the counter. The music is quiet and soft, mixing with the conversations all around the bar of the hotel. It's a busy but calm night. You feel relaxed and curious. You watch as the woman stands up from the table nearby, saying goodbye to her friends. Her high heels softly click on the shiny marble floor. The pair stays seated, leaning closer to each other to speak. Anticipation rushes in your blood. You wait.

And you don't have to wait for long.

A few minutes later, someone sits down next to you. A half-empty glass lands on the counter with long, delicate fingers around it. Your eyes move up to the woman from the table. For long seconds, none of you say anything. "Can I help you?" You break the silence. "I hope you can," she replies, smiling. "My name is Hazel." "Elaris," you nod. Your gaze wanders from her eyes over her shoulder. The man is still at the table, trying not to stare too much. "He is Mark," Hazel tells you. "We will get married tomorrow." You lift your glass. "Congratulations." "Thank you," she smiles, looking back at Mark for a second. "Would you like to join us?" She nods to the table. "Our friends just left, and we would really like the company." "I'm not sure I am the company a soon-to-be-married couple would want," you tell her. "Don't be so sure about it," Hazel replies with a small grin. A glint in her eyes makes you change your mind. There is something in it that you want to explore some more. Of course, you already have a guess at what they may want, and you are not opposed to the idea. "Okay," you tell her, standing up from your seat and holding out your hand for her to take. Her fingers slip into your warm palm. "If you are sure."

Mark greets you with a handshake and an introduction. "Elaris," you reply, sitting down on the chair where, not long ago, their friend sat. "Your girl told me you would like some company." At the mention of his bride, Mark curls his arm around Hazel's shoulder and pulls her against his side. There is no possessiveness in his movements as Mark smiles at Hazel before turning his attention back to you. "We will get married tomorrow," he says, and you nod, sipping from your drink. "And we would like to enjoy our last night as girlfriend and boyfriend." One of your brows moves up in question, and the corner of your lips jerk as you fight with your smirk. "Oh?" You hum. "I heard there are a lot of options for couples." Hazel grins. "And what do you think about threesomes?"

-

You are already hard when you reach their room. The keys softly jingle in the young woman's hands as she opens the door. You follow her inside. Her soon-to-be husband is behind you. His steps are soft and quiet on the thick carpet. The door clicks when he pushes it close, turning back the lock so nobody can disturb you. Hazel's bag lands on a chair with a thud as she makes herself comfortable. Soon, her dark brown hair falls from its ties over her shoulders in soft curls. You miss the sight of the elegant curve of her delicate neck. The golden necklace glints under the light when she turns around, facing you. A giddy smile plays on the corner of her lips, and her eyes jump back and forth between you and Mark. You can see excitement and desire shining in her dark irises.

"Are you sure about this?" Your attention turns to the young man. There is still a hint of doubt in you, even though you saw Mark watching you with the same need as his girlfriend. They want you, and you bask in their attention. "Yes," Mark nods immediately. "She is yours for the night." "And what about you?" You ask him, stepping closer. His breath hitches. "Who do you belong to for the night?" "You?" His reply sounds like a question. "That's right," you smirk, grabbing the back of his neck when you are close enough to kiss his lips. You tower over him easily. His hands grip your shoulders, bracing himself against your body. You push your mouth against his, running your tongue over the seam of his lips. "So you enjoy other men fucking your girlfriend, huh?" You ask him. Your words brush over his lips. His soft pants fan over your face. "Seeing another cock filling up her tight pussy makes you hard." "Yes," he groans. His eyes flutter shut at the image. "Then make me ready," you order him, pushing him down to his knees. "Get me ready for her cunt."

While Mark is busy taking out your cock, you glance over at Hazel. She watches your pair with half-closed eyes. Her breathing is already heavy and fast. "And you." The woman needs a few seconds to tear her eyes away from his boyfriend. "Get naked and lay down on the bed." Hazel does as you say. For a second, the sound of the dress's zipper fills the room, and the tight fabric falls around her legs to the floor. Her underwear matches. "Don't take off your panties," you change your mind after a second. A deep grunt leaves your lips when you feel Mark's fingers around your erection. "Lay down on the bed and play with yourself. I want your panties soaked by the time your boyfriend sucks me off." Even though you are not an incubus, you can almost feel their desire slapping you across your face. It pumps into your veins, rushing down your blood to your already hard cock.

After watching Hazel get comfortable on the bed, you look down at Mark. His face is just a few inches away from the tip of your length. His fingers are around your shaft, pumping. "How can you like this?" You ask him, smirking and with a hint of mockery in your voice. "How does it feel, hm? Making my cock wet and ready to fuck your woman? Does it make you hard?" "Yes," he forces a ragged answer out of his lips. His eyes are on your cock the whole time. Grabbing the base of your erection, you draw the line of her lips with the tip. You let your pre-cum wet his skin. You can see his tongue poking out for a taste. "Open up," you order him. His jaw falls open immediately. You hit his tongue a few times. Letting a few drops fall into his mouth. "Do you like it? Do you want more?" Mark nods. His hands are on your thighs, digging his fingers into your jeans-covered muscles. "Then suck me," you tell him. "So I can fuck your soon-to-be wife."

A loud groan escapes your chest when you feel his warm mouth around your cock. He gulps you down easily, not even gagging, even though you can feel the back of his throat. A shaky laugh mixes with your next words. "You are like your girl, aren't you? A cock hungry slut." His moan goes straight to your balls. Your whole body jerks at the vibration. Your fingers curl around his dark blonde locks. Your rings glint under the lights of the room. "Fuck," you groan. Mark closes his lips, hollowing his cheeks. He wants to suck the life out of you. "Are you sure you are not an incubus?" His mouth is warm and wet. His tongue is flat against your shaft, and his throat tightens as he gulps. Your grip on his hair is almost painful. Your hips jerk forward, making him gulp down more of your cock. Tears glint in the corner of her bright blue eyes. His pale skin is flushed into a nice pink color. "Use your saliva," you tell him.

The only sounds coming from Hazel are her loud breathing and heavy pants. You look at her. The young woman lies in the middle of the bed, legs spread open. Her pink nipples are hard pebbles from playing with them so much. Her other hand is between her legs, trying to give herself as much friction as she can through the thin fabric of her panties. "He is such a pretty boy, no?" You ask Hazel. "His mouth is full of my cock." Mark moans, and you grunt again. Your hips buck forward. Tears run down his cheeks at the pressure. Hazel says nothing besides an impatient whine. "How often do you do this, hm? Watching your man sucking off another so he can fuck you? Which one of you is more desperate?" You really can't choose. Mark sucks your cock like his life depends on it while Hazel stares at the scene, mesmerized.

When you feel your orgasm building up, you have to force yourself out of his sweet mouth. Your fingers curl around the base of your shaft to stop yourself from cumming. Not now. You have other plans. "I would love to plaster your throat with my seed, but I have to take care of your girl," you tell him, enjoying the disappointment on his expression. Leaning down, you tilt his head up to kiss him again. Pushing your tongue into his mouth, you can taste yourself. "Don't worry," you tell him. "If you can keep yourself from cumming, I will have a reward for you."

You let go of the young man so he can fetch himself a chair not far from the bed where his girlfriend is still playing with her pussy. You make your way to Hazel, climbing up on the bed and tugging down her panties. Her pussy glints with wetness, but you are busy with the soaked fabric. "Take out your cock," you tell Mark, watching him obey you once again. His erection pops out of his pants. Hard and red. You fling the fabric over to him, and he catches it with one hand. "Use it to jerk off."

Your attention turns back to the girl in front of you. Your eyes wander over her body, pausing at her wet pussy and the soft globes of her breasts. Adjusting yourself above her, you let your arms take most of your weight as you lean down to kiss her. It's softer than what you shared with her fiancé, but not as submissive. She teases you back as you push your tongue over her lips, licking into her mouth. By the time you are done with her, her lips are swollen and red. You continue your way down her body, licking into the curve of her collarbone, flicking her nipple with your nose before taking it into your mouth. Your tongue rubs the small pebble, sucking. Her fingers find their way to your hair. Her nails scrape your skull. Her back arches, pushing her tits more to your face until you let it go with a quiet pop. It glints with your saliva.

While you are busy tasting her body, your cock is still hard between your legs. You can feel her soft skin as you rub yourself against her. A thin path of pre-cum leads the way to her pussy. Licking up your own juice, you bury your face into her cunt. You don't waste your time with warming her up. You lick up on her slit, ravishing her soft folds and sucking on her clit. You rub the small bundle of nerves with your tongue, biting it softly until Hazel bucks her hips against your face. Her cry is hoarse and desperate. She soaks your face, filling your senses with her taste and smell.

Mark watches you feasting on her girlfriend's pussy the whole time. His hand is around his own cock, pumping himself with a steady rhythm. He stares at the way Haze's muscles twitch with pleasure, and her lips open with another moan. He can't see your face because of her thighs. Your fingers dig into the soft flesh as you keep Hazel open for yourself. Your other hand slips down between her legs. He can only imagine your fingers disappearing in her soon-to-be wife's pussy. You smear her juices even more, pushing and stretching her hole so she can take you soon. Hazel's back leaves the bed again; her tits are round and heavy. Mark can see the soft line of her ribs in that position. For a second, his heart jumps into his throat with despair. He can feel his balls jerking with the need to cum. He needs his every control to stop himself at the last second. He doesn't know what his reward will be, but he doesn't want to give it up. Hazel's panties are still around his cock. The soft fabric is wet with the mix of Hazel's and his juices. He can smell it. He can almost taste it.

Hazel's body starts to shake as you push her through her first orgasm. Her thighs tighten around your head, keeping you in place. You can feel the fluttering of her pussy around your fingers. Your cock jerks at the feeling. You can't wait to feel it for real.

"If I have to die between a woman's legs, I'm happy to go," you groan when she lets you go. Your face is a mess of her cum. You can taste nothing but her. "Your pussy tastes so sweet. Now I understand why your boyfriend likes to share you. It would be a sin to keep you just for himself." From Hazel's flushed, breathless form, you turn your gaze to the man still sitting on the chair. He almost looks pathetic. A thin layer of sweat glints on his skin; he is as flushed as his woman. He looks beautiful. "Did you enjoy it?" You ask him. "Seeing me feasting on this sweet cunt?" Mark nods. "Do you want more?" You continue to taunt him. "You want to see my cock disappearing in this tight hole until she screams my name?" "Yes." His answer is barely louder than a whisper. "Say it," you tell him. "I want to hear it." "Fuck her." "Fuck who?" You smirk. "Fuck my girlfriend," Mark gasps out. "Fuck her until she can't walk." Your smile widens. "It wouldn't be good for your wedding now, would it? Imagine her walking down the aisle with my cum seeping down her legs. She says her vows and still feels me in her cunt." Both of them moan at your words. Yeah, you like the thought of it too.

When Hazel calms down a bit, you kneel up, pointing your cock to her entrance. Letting your cock soak in her juices, you tease her clit, rubbing the tip against the small bud. "Are you ready?" You ask her. "I will fuck you in front of your husband. He can watch as I pump you full with my cock." Hazel nods. "Please." "You two are just desperate sluts, aren't you? Both of you are so ready for my cock." The woman moans and nods. Anticipation rushes through her body straight between her legs. Her pussy throbs with her previous orgasm and need for more.

And you are ready to give it to her.

You push into her slowly, letting her get used to your size as you stretch her walls and fill her pussy. Her walls are tight and warm. A low groan breaks free from your chest at the feeling. "Can you take all of me?" You ask her, watching your cock disappear in her wet channel. "Can you be a good slut and do it?" "Yes," she cries, nodding. "Please." With a hard thrust, you fuck into her fully. Your groans mix in the quiet room. You can feel her pulsing around you, sucking you in. "Fuck!"

Mark's hand stops around his erection for long seconds. Your body molds against her girlfriend's as you lean onto the bed again. He can see the line of your muscles. Your hips move back and forth with fastening speed. You fuck into the young woman with such force Hazel has to grip the bedsheet to keep herself in place. Her hips move in sync with yours. The wet sound of your fucking rings in his ears. His cock throbs between his fingers.

Every nerve in Hazel's body is on edge. Her muscles are taut, and the burning coil in her stomach sears through her veins. You reach every sweet spot in her pussy, making her cry for more. Your grunts vibrate against her chest. Her nipples graze your chest.

"Does it feel good?" You grunt. "Taking my cock in front of the man you plan to marry tomorrow like a good slut. How many times did you take another man in front of him, huh? How much cum did you take from strangers? Fuck!" Her nails dig into your shoulder blades. The red mark burns on your skin. "Fucking sluts! Pathetic!" The more you talk, the more they moan. The couple finds pleasure in your words as you continue. "Cum around me then! You are so desperate for cock one is not even enough anymore. I want to feel your pulse around me as I pump you full." "Yesyesyes," Hazel chants under you, her lips are open, and her eyes are half-closed. A drop of sweat runs down her neck, and you lean down to lick it up. "If your little boyfriend stays being a good boy, I even let him eat my cum from your pussy." Another moan echoes off the wall from both of them. "Cum, Hazel," you grunt with clenched teeth. Your eyes glint with dark desire as you pump her. Your cock slides in and out of her pussy. Your juices drip down her ass, pooling on the sheets.

Your growl fills the room when you feel her tightening around you even more. You can barely move in her hold. The woman's body twitches and shakes as her orgasm wrecks her body. Tears run down her cheeks, and saliva shines on her lips. Her pussy sucks you in, demanding everything you can give her. "Mark," you groan out the man's name. The veins on your neck are visible as you force the words out before you reach your orgasm. "Cum!"

You and the young man cum at the same time. While Mark paints his own clothes and hand with the pearly liquid, you shoot your seed inside Hazel's pussy. Your hips move on their own, pumping her until your juices flow out her hole even more. Your whole body shakes as you keep yourself from falling on the woman. For a second, you think you will never stop cumming. You will be here forever, between the woman's legs, keeping her full and wet.

You sigh heavily as you pull out of her, hearing Hazel's sensitive hiss at the loss of your cock in her still-throbbing cunt. You fall onto the bed next to her, pulling on her thigh to keep her open. Mark still pants after his orgasm as you smirk over at him. "Come and eat," you tell him.

As you watch the man slurping out your seed from her girlfriend's pussy, you know you have a long night ahead of you.

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[darkenedreaper]

Loosen Up

Professor Snape x Professor F!Reader

Warnings: hints at smut, fluff

Summary: Severus was growing comfortable around you as his new colleague but can he hold off his urges?

You were fairly new as a Professor at Hogwarts, Snape had you as an assistant for Potions, but really you specialised in Herbology. You'd been teaching at Hogwarts for 6 months now, but you had been with Severus as a student, so him seeing you back as a Professor after all the time he'd been teaching there, it was a surprise to say the least.

As you were Snape's assistant during his Potions classes, and knowing him from your student years, you were fairly comfortable around him, Severus however was just starting to warm up to you again. During your student years you had flirted and teased him but never got as far as kissing. The second Professor Snape saw you walking into the Great Hall with your teacher robes on his heart fluttered remembering all of the moments he had with you.

As said, you were comfortable with him. So after him clearing out his final class you invited him to your chambers late that night to sit and grade papers with each other, read or study up with a cup of tea. You had mentioned to him it would be nice to have his company. His mind and heart jumped at the thought of being in your chambers at night, they also jumped at the mention of you enjoying and wanting his company. His head and heart screamed yes to your invite but his mouth kept up his cold front and replied; "What time shall you expect my arrival?"

So that's how you both ended up the way you were now in your chambers. He'd been over for about 3 hours, he felt comfortable in your surroundings. You both remained in your teaching outfits for around an hour but you excused yourself to change into something more comfortable, you threw him a smirk. He only hummed but he moved around in his seat, impatient and teased. He was sat at the coffee table with student papers and books neatly spread across it. He had taken off his robed but kept his long, form fitting, buttoned up jacket on. You had told him to take it off multiple times; "Severus aren't you hot? Take off your jacket and sit down here with me", you asked him whilst you were sitting on your L couch reading up on Herbology.

His hand that held his quill quivered slightly but he didn't take his eyes off of his students work that he was marking; "Thank you Professor L/N but I'm contempt with the way I am dressed now". You only replied to him with, "Boring. And drop the Professor whilst we have privacy, its Y/N". He hummed at your response, giving you the acknowledgment.

You'd been working over hours this week which meant you were sat hunched over your desk at late hours, causing your back to stiffen up. As you were leaning against the couch reading you wriggled a few times... maybe a few bones needing cracking to release some tension. You released a few quiet groans aswell from the slight pain you experienced. So you climbed onto the couch on your belly, legs spread out, a little more than appropriate, your back was slightly arched and you hung a little length of your arms off the couch so you could continue reading. You still groaned now and then.

Hearing your discomfort, Severus only moved his eyes to look for any signs or anything that was causing your discomfort, he couldn't lie to himself, he thought the sounds you were making were sexy and suggestive, but he was too stunned to even think when you moved to your belly. His eyes roamed over the curve and arch of your back before resting on your arse. He ran his eyes up to the meeting of your thighs and he sat up straighter than he had before, still listening to your groans. He dropped his quill onto one of his books;

"What are you making so much noise for hm?", he asked, leaning back in your chair, linking his fingers over his crotch.

"My back Severus, I've been hunched over desks for quite some extra time, I don't think its done my back any good", you replied still groaning and subtly wriggling to find a more comfortable position.

"We can't have that can we", Snape said whilst slowly bringing himself to his feet. His eyes still swept over your body and if you saw his eyes you'd see the hunger and need in them. He slowly began to make his way over to you, watching as you turned a page in your book. His knees hit the couch and he brought a leg and bent it to kneel on the couch. As he did he made sure his leg moved yours, spreading your legs further apart for him. You got a shock from feeling the contact he made with your leg that was so far up. You slightly turned your head round to see him towering over you before he balanced himself by placing his hands on both hips, he kept his other leg close to the couch. His large hands roamed gently yet firmly from your hips all the way to your shoulder blades. He places one hand back on your hip and he propped himself over your body, reached over to you and took the book from you hands. Without taking his eyes off your lips, his hair brushed your cheek and he kissed the tip of your ear, his deep, silk, smooth and rough voice radiating through your body; "Loosen up".

He knew what he did to you, he felt your breathing quicken ever so slightly when his leg touched yours. Noticed how your body twitched when he brushed you in a sensitive place, and he noticed and heard your little exhale when he whispered to you. He knew the things his voice could do and how weak it made women. Not to mention his height and looks; he could have anyone he wanted, but he wanted you, and he was going to get you and only you. He moved back up your body leaving light kisses down your spine before placing his hands either side of your arse. You heard a slight growl and groan from him. His hands started to trail up and down your back again, gently squeezing and rubbing away any tension. Your breathing had quickened and groans were sweeter and a little louder; "Oh Severus".

Snape only gave a long hum to your response. He spent a while on your back and he felt his clothes getting tighter, his breathing getting deeper, he was getting impatient and wanted to have you. You were the same. When he finished kissing and massaging your clothed spine, he moved backwards so he could start on your thighs. He couldn't wait.

(The chokehold this man has on me)

[kurosstuff]

prompt 7 or 8 with Lute, but have fem!reader be the sub 🍯

Hope you enjoy these~ I hope you don't mind I used both prompts♡♡

Warming(s) straps, first times, it's smut, small dirty talk(?), lutes attempts at praise. Detailed lf a "stomach bulge" a bit? Idk if thats a warning. Lute being mean and nice? Idk

Gonna kinda jump right into this and it's kinda short hope you don't mind

Lute x f!reader

Truly. You didn't know how you got into this mess-

Firstly- Adam sent you to retrieve Lute for a meeting, which was hours ago. But here you are in her room. On her lap making out with her "gon-gonna be late~ Adam wants you~" you whsipering moaning against her bruised lips- causing her to snarl biting at your equally if not more bruised lips

With little effort, she flipped you around, so you laid on your back under her flushed seeing her smirk "don't give a shit if I'm late~ I want one thing and one thing only~" purring out kissing you deeply groaning loudly kissing the obvious question off your lips "don't tell me you don't know~?' Seeing you shake your head, she hummed, grinding against you to feel the toy she wore

"You. Obviously. I want to fuck you"

Hearing that? Made you yelp, covering your face in embarrassment as she striped, huffing smug as she saw how in awe you are. How you peaked watching her "oh come on~ I dont bite~", grinding on your lap to feel the toy on her waist "much~" pushing your hands away kissing you roughly, moaning at the broken whine escaping your throat

Flushed watching her practically rip your shirt open, shredding it with little to no concern. "Wait! That's my shirt!" Yelping out before she kissed you again - mumbling something about getting you another later. Leaving marks across your body in her wake. "fuck~ eager, h-huh?" Whining out under her

Snarling loudly, she nodded, stepping back, pulling her pants down, finally showing you the toy she had "yeah maybe I am~? Why can you blame me?" Purring out, spreading your legs open for her settling between them reaching a hand down rubbing your entrance slowly "gonna be a good girl and let me fuck this pretty little pussy~?" Purring out pushing a finger in slowly to tease. Slowly stretching you for her

Moaning loudly flushed, nodding shakily clinging to her bed tightly, "Please ~? Fuck me?" You begged under her panting heavily watching her groan. Smirking, she nodded, watching you grind against her before pulling away lining the silicone dicks tip to your entrance pushing in slowly but roughly. Holding your waist tightly relishing in the whines you let out

"Oh stop fucking whining~ you can take this dick can't you? Come on~ say. It" Lute smirked smug, pushing more into you, hearing you cry out flushed, panting heavily

"Ive- I've never done this before~" you stuttered out, shakily opening your legs wider for her gasping softly "i- I can take it~" Feeling her freeze tensing up over you panic on her face as she took in your words.

"This is your first..? Shit ok- it's ok~ I've got you ok? I'll take good care of you~ just lay back and relax~" Rubbing your waist, kissing you almost more gently, then before the rough kissing "ill- I'll be gentle. Make you feel so good, ok?" Her wings fluttering in embarrassment or a show? You weren't sure.

Nodding, you smiled, moving to wrap your arms around her neck and pulling her into a deep kiss, moaning softly. "I trust you ok~? I'm glad.. its you" you whispered against her lips as she slipped all the way into you, dragging out a loud whine moaning

Humming, she nodded, gently moving to pound into you- marking your neck up, unable to be gentle dispite her wanting too "fuck~ just like that little dove~" she snarled out flushed wings fluttering at the yells of her name leaving your mouth "go on~ let everyone know who's fucking you so good yeah~?" Whining softly a hand on her bed the other on your lower back pulling you impossibly closer as she eagerly- almost hungrily fucked into you

Nipping at your neck at the red bruising mark, she smiled at the almost possessive marks she left on you- as if she truly was claiming you for herself in such an almost selfish manner. "Harder~, please ~?" You sobbed out, grinding into her, trying to match her pace. Humming leaning back, who was she to object to her beloved dove? Holding your waist pounding rougher into you, rutting into you, making your sob out arching more against her bed clawing at her back careful to avoid her wings

"Fuck like that dove? Such a whore for my cock?" She snarled out panting nails digging into your waist watching how the bulge in your stomach expanded and vanished from her pounding into you- biting her lip hearing your pleas for her "fuck that's it my dove~ that's what I wanna hear~" she growled out leaning over you more pounding faster "so good for me~ so tight~"

Sobbing our kissing her deeply, wrapping your legs around her waist, pulling her deeper, making you practically mewl under her squealing from the spot, she hit roughly eyes rolling back "g-gonna can i-? Can I please~?" Sobbing out loudly,

Hearing you beg? Made her practically purr over you nodding "go on little dove~ cum for me~?" She growled our her pace unrelenting even as you screamed releasing around her cock "fuck~ good girl~" panting heavily helping you ride our your high before finally pulling out Of you softly panting

"What- what about you?" Shakily pulling her onto them, she hummed, rubbing one of many bruises left on you, making her shake her head, easily pulling you on her chest. "Rest. Their will be more next time~" she whispered against you, making you hum smirking. "There's gonna be a next time?"

Looking away, grumbling, "of course there will be.. if you wish for that as well" she hummed, flushed wings puffing softly smug. "I'll properly clean you up when you have your breath i.. uh I'll make a bath for you- or whatever you need" clearly not understanding how to do aftercare.

Smiling, you nodded, kissing her gently panting "as long as you join~" nuzzling into her neck knowing later. You'll both need to talk about what happened but for now. You just want to be held by her. In her arms. Safe

[sevscig]

movie night? -loserbestfriend!ellie ❤

hope y'all enjoy<33

I'm so bored so ima write loserbestfriend!ellie and reader, this isn't proof read or anything, but light smut, not much, it's also just kinda implied. But lmk how I did baby'ssss<333

cw. Making out, uhh I think that's it

652 words in all!

You and Ellie have been best friends for years, well since you guys were fourteen. Teasing her to the point of her not even being able to look in your direction was the funniest. Ellie was like a lost puppy when around you, always following you, listening to you rant about the same thing over and, over again. She did it because it was you though, and she was helplessly in love with you, and has been since you guys were fourteen. You were just too stupid and clueless to notice it.

You guys had just gotten back from patrol, and you were ranting about your patrol with Jesse yesterday for the fourth time today, and she was listening to every detail again. "And He just kept bugging me, and making stupid jokes. He's so annoying, that's why him and dina have been on and off for the last year." You snapped throwing your shoes in the corner of the room as Ellie chuckled quietly behind you, "Are you laughing at me you ass? " You groaned throwing a pillow at her to which she just accepted her fate.

"You still up for movie night today orrr are you gonna third wheel dina and jesse again?" You hummed, moving around your room, Ellie wasn't paying attention to anything that was coming out of your lips, she was more focused on your lips. Imaging what they would feel like against hers, against her skin. She was so lost in thought she didn't even realize how flustered she was making herself, she looked like a fucking tomato. "You aren't even paying attention." You grumbled throwing a pair of socks at her, " uh-yes? Yes I am, I was paying attention. " she stuttered out, rubbing her arm nervously, because she definitely wasnt paying attention.

"Oh really? What did I say then?" shit The only thing she heard was... "a movie?" She guessed nervously, to which you jumped over to her, sitting on her lap, fuck, you were close. "I said, Are you still up for movie night today, orrr are you gonna third-wheel dina and jesse again?" You whispered, smiling cheesily at her, that stupid grin. She swallowed hard, trying not to think so much about the fact that you were on her lap, she could feel the heat of you on her thighs. "oOh-right, yea yea, our movie night. Hmn, I'm staying here tonight, so sure." She mumbled quietly, as if she spoke any louder, she would scare you away.

She wasn't sure where to put her hands, did she put them in your waist? Your hips? You know, maybe it was best to keep her hands at her sides. You were looking at her differently; you never looked at her this way before, it made her feel...small. "You're so pretty els." You whispered putting a piece of her hair behind her ear, you were teasing her right? "T..thanks, but I feel like you're teasing." She whispered, you guys were so close she could feel your warm breath against her lips, she knew she was red as a fucking tomato again.

"Is this teasing?" You whispered breathlessly leaning into her, your lips grazed hers, they slotted together perfectly. She wasn't sure what she was expecting from you, but it definitely wasn't this. Her hands made their way to your hips, squeezing gently as you deepened the kiss, your tongue making its way into her mouth as you explored, your hands tangled in her hair, and every time she squeezed your hips, you tugged on her small bun, earning a groan to ripple through her throat.

Clearly, the movie was long forgotten about.

AHHH!? HII, IDKK IF THAT WAS GOOD, SO YALL WANT A PART TWO?? (wwith smut of course.) I was nervous about posting my last piece of writing but THANK Y'ALL FOR THE SUPPORT!! LOVE Y'ALL MWAH MWAH MWAHHH!!!<<<333 ❤❤❤

[seren1tyhaze]

road snacks

PAIRING: haechan x afab reader

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

SUMMARY: a cross country move with your boyfriend is exciting and sometimes a little more steamy than you thought it would be

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I officially present my first Kinktober 2023 entry! This is another piece I had finished but was trying to finish other wips but don't want to hold off posting things that are ready anymore. Please enjoy prompt number 16 "Public" :)

WARNINGS: explicit smut, public sex, soft Haechan who is actually not very soft

PLAYLIST: Lost in the Light by Bahamas, Yacht by NCT 127, Malibu 1992 by COIN, Daylight by Matt and Kim, Catch by Epik High + HWASA

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The sun is starting its descent in the horizon, bright rays stretching across the sky as you stretch your arms across the dashboard in a deep stretch. It’s nearing the sixth hour of the long first day of your road trip and your energy is starting to fade. You’ve been up since early this morning, taking on the first few hours of driving before swapping with your auburn haired boyfriend currently tapping his thumbs on the leather wheel car beside you, humming lightly to the music filtering through the sound system.

Leaning back in your seat, you sink down, letting your eyes slip shut as you lean your head against the window and let the sun warm your bare arms and face. The music is calm and filled with beautiful harmonies, lulling you to sleep for the first time on the journey. You had promised each other you would help whoever was driving stay awake, but with plans to stop at nightfall at a hotel, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to take a short cat nap.

You don’t know how much time has passed when you feel a light brushing of fingers along your exposed shoulder and you reluctantly push your eyes open to see an apologetic gaze from the handsome man next to you.

“Babe, I’m so sorry, could you hand me something from the cooler?” Hyuck asks, applying some pressure to your shoulder to massage it with his fingers.

You melt into the touch, nuzzling your cheek warmly against his hand before nodding, unbuckling your seatbelt to carefully lean between the front two seats and open the cooler in the back. Travelling together has been a dream, stopping at different tourist spots on the way, letting him take pictures of you on his film camera, and charting out which cities along the way had all-you-can-eat hot pot.

“Water? Ginger ale?” you ask, wedging your waist between the seats to get a better angle.

Suddenly you feel Hyuck’s hand on you, causing you to jump and your upper body to lurch forward, trapping you between the seats.

“HYUCK!” you squeal, craning your neck to try to get his attention.

“What?!” he whines back, laughter seeping in as you feel the car slow down, easing his foot off the gas to reduce speed.

Without further explanation, he spreads his hand out over your ass, kneading with his fingertips slowly, just as he had been doing to your shoulder a few moments before. Despite the awkward angle you are currently curled into, you sigh and feel your cheeks start to heat. Despite all the alone time on the trip so far, there hadn’t been much time for anything beyond quick kisses or spooning in bed in the weeks leading up to the move. You’ve both been so busy and exhausted that every night your eyes have slipped shut the minute your heads hit the pillow.

“I’m sorry, what am I supposed to do when you’re on display for me and I’ve been horny for days,” he adds, voice dropping into a gruff tone as his hand moves between your thighs that are pressed together from the position.

“I thought you wanted something from the cooler,” you reply, trailing off as you feel him slide his fingers slide up the seam of your leggings, getting dangerously close to your core.

“You know what, I am kind of hungry, now that you mention it…” he replies, applying more pressure to your ass with his thumb, glancing up in the rear view mirror wickedly as he pulls off the highway and into a deserted corner of a rest stop.

As he puts the car in park, you wiggle trying to free yourself from the awkward position, feeling your calf starting to cramp. You let the lid to the cooler drop shut, knowing he’s definitely not thinking about that drink anymore.

Hyuck turns around in his seat, moving his hands to your waist, making contact with your bare skin from your shirt riding up just below your breasts. He pulls you gently so you are no longer wedged between the seats but keeping your ass close to his face.

“Now, how about that snack,” he murmurs barely audibly as cool air sends shivers up your spine when Hyuck pulls at the waistband of your leggings, exposing you fully.

“Donghyuck!” you cry out, arms tensing up and teeth digging into your bottom lip. The sun is setting slowly and a hazy dusk covers the sky. Anyone walking by would definitely be able to see and your cheeks burn at the thought of someone tapping on the window or pulling out their phone at the sight.

He only laughs, dipping his head down to press kisses at the thin lines of the bear tattoo on your lower back, laving at the skin there with his tongue as he always does. His hand slides up your chest, massaging you there and taking your nipple in between his fingers to squeeze it gently. A moan bubbles up in your throat and you dig your palms into the back seat below you, letting your head drop down.

Hyuck keeps kissing your skin, brushing his lips over and over, making you squirm. He gently lifts your hips up to give him a better angle, pushing your thighs open gently and lowering his head between them. You can feel his breath cool across your dripping core, arousal building in you and your temperature starting to rise in the cramped car.

“Baby, please,” you groan, turning your head to try to make eye contact with him as he continues to tease you.

“Begging? We’re begging now, are we? I thought you were scared someone would see,” he chuckles cruelly, sitting back and dragging a finger suddenly through your arousal before pulling it up to his lips and loudly sucking on the wet digit.

You groan in annoyance, feeling frustrated at not being able to move and have a sneaking suspicion he’s going to edge you despite the urgency of the situation.

“Please Hyuckie, I need your mouth on me now,” you mutter, voice barely above a whisper, almost drowned out by the soft music still playing in the car.

His eyes darken at the sound of the nickname in a lust-filled tone and his hands return to your ass cheeks, spreading them lightly to give him better access. His mouth is suddenly on you, tongue dragging along you to gather your arousal on his tongue, swirling at your clit. Your legs start to shake with pleasure and he tightens his grip as he slides a hand up your back to push your ass up further.

You don’t realize you’re holding in your moans until you taste blood in your mouth, having punctured your lip lightly. You know you aren’t going to last long after weeks without sex so you push your hips back, grinding against his lips for more friction. 

You can feel him smile against you, pulling you even closer to him by the waist, moaning against your core and tasting every inch of you. He was starving, nose bumping up against your clit repeatedly and sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Your mouth drops open to warn him of your impending orgasm but there’s no time as it crashes over you, a strangled cry falling from your lips that surely could be heard by anyone parked nearby. His grip on your waist tightens as you try to pull away, refusing to breathe until he’s worked you through your pleasure with his wicked tongue.

He finally breaks away from you with a messy sounding smack of his lips and you don’t need to look back at him to know that his cheeks are flushed and silky strands are dangling on the sides of his forehead. He pulls your leggings up for you and gently pulls you back into the passenger seat, slumping back into his own once you’re settled.

You’re out of breath and your arm hurts slightly from being pressed in an awkward position for so long. Your chest is heaving underneath the thin material of your shirt and you sigh, finally bringing your eyes up to meet your boyfriend’s gaze.

He’s smirking deviously, as he always does, and his legs are spread wide, cock visibly hard in his loose sweatpants. There’s a slight sheen across his forehead and his lips are still wet. You flush at the sight of him, heart pounding in your chest as you reach forward to close the space between you. You can taste yourself on his lips and moan into his mouth as your tongue makes contact with his. You run your fingers through his hair, dragging his head back to break the kiss and meet his eyes again.

“Now, is my boyfriend going to let me have snack time too? Or is he not going to share?” you ask menacingly, shoving your free hand down the waistband of his pants suddenly to grasp at his cock.

All he can do in reaction is moan, letting his eyes roll back as his head gently hits the window as you tug on his sweatpants and lower your lips over his lap. As much as he craves eating you out, you know blow jobs are his biggest weakness and it was your turn for payback in the darkening parking lot on the side of the highway.

This trip might end up taking longer than you both had planned if your quick snack breaks turned into full course meals, but neither of you really minded.

[greedystevie]

WARM ME UP

not as it seems part two

college!steve x college!fem oc

summary: you and steve are doing homework but you cant seem to concentrate

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) cock warming

word count: 1k

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

authors note: okay this is actually a little bit of a novel i've been working on but i named one of the main character's steve so now i just keep thinking about steve harrington whenever i write for it so this is not a y/n insert but i don't describe the fem!main character in any specific way so go and imagine yourself :) but also don't be surprised if this disappears in the future

Thomasina was impatiently waiting for Steve to be done with his essay. She herself had given up on working for the night when she heard the string of curses drip from his mouth. It had turned her on so feverishly that now she was pacing around the perimeter of the living room. She was actually slightly surprised that he hadn’t popped his head up to wonder what she was doing, but he was so focused at the island in the kitchen why should he.

The glow of his laptop, the buzzing from the red bull through her veins. It was becoming too much. She needed him. She needed him now. Chewing on the inside of her lip Thomasina silently moved towards him. Swaying back and forth when she didn’t dare come any closer. Legs stiff as boards, trying not to rub them together and feed the temptation without him. Reaching out to touch his shoulder, hand hovering over it for a few seconds before crash landing on its surface.

Jumping up startled Steve pulled out his earphones, big eyes staring into her needy ones. “What is it?” He asked, concerned. Hand coming to wrap around her thigh. Sending shivers through her body.

“I really need you baby,” she dragged out. Biting her bottom lip.

Steve knew she was serious because she never calls him baby- ever. “You can’t wait?”

Thomasina shook her head no.

“Shit Tom cat,” he sighed heavily. “I’m in the final stretch,” Thomasina mewed when he said those words. “Really? You’re that horny?” She nodded in return. “Fuck. Come here.”

Steve pulled Thomasina by the hip to between his legs. Gently he brushed his hand across the front of her thigh towards her pussy, before his fingers even reached it he could feel how wet her underwear had become. “Oh baby,” he whined. “You really need me.”

Thomasina hummed as her body started to vibrate from his touch. “Whoa calm down baby,” Steve chuckled. Removing his hand from her sensitivity. She pouted, yearning for his return. “Be patient my love.”

“I’m trying,” Thomasina whined.

“Well try harder,” he said, getting off the barstool. Pulling down his sweatpants and boxer briefs in one go. Sitting back on the stool he motioned for Thomasina to come closer. “You ready Tom cat?”

“For what?”

“You ready to be taken care of?” He said through a few breathy gasps as he pumped himself enough to get hard.

“Always.”

Steve took action, taking her clothing away from her hips and down to her ankles. She stepped through the holes in her garments ready for whatever surprise he had in store for her. “Alright babygirl come here,” Steve picked her up off of the floor. Hovering over his semi-hard member he set her down on top of him. Sliding into her perfectly like a puzzle piece.

Before she had the chance to react Steve brought his warm finger to her mouth, “are you going to be a good girl and wait until I am done?”

“Yes sir,” Thomasina nodded softly into his hand. Leaning into his chest as she wrapped his arms around him for balance.

Pulling his laptop towards him Steve feverishly worked to finish while Thomasina was cooing into his ear. Every once in a while he would bring a hand up, rubbing along her spine. It drove her absolutely crazy. Vaginal walls pulsating around his cock causing him to moan loudly. “Shit,” Thomasina whispered in his ear. Breathing heavily, “I’m sorry baby.”

“No babes, it’s my fault for torturing both of us. I should’ve known how you would react,” he breathed in sharply. Tapping at the keys on the laptop one more time before closing it for the night.

When she heard the snap of the laptop close Thomasina moved to look at Steve’s face. “Did you finish?”

“No.”

“Am I that distracting?” Thomasina pouted.

“Yup,” Steve nodded. Digging the pads of his fingers into the sides of her hips so hard he left his fingerprints indented in her skin. Lifting her off of him and gently setting her back on the floor. Getting out of the seat, leaving his pants under its legs. Grabbing Thomasina’s hand dragging her to the bedroom.

Ripping open the drawer to the bedside table picking out a condom. Opening it, rolling the rubber onto his erection and sitting down on the plushy mattress. Patting his lap ready for Thomasina to ride him once more.

Sliding her knees onto the mattress, one on either side of his legs. Steve massaged his cock back into the comfortable blanket that was Thomasina’s pussy, still warm from his last visit. “Oh fuck,” he moaned into her ear when she started to grind her hips against him. “You are going to kill me one of these days.”

“Only if you don’t kill me first,” she whispered into his neck. Letting the sensation of pleasure completely overtake her senses.

Humping his lap harder, faster nails digging into his back. Voice growing ever higher pitched with every new sound that erupts from her lungs. Steve repaid the sentiment by tightening his grip on her hips. Guiding her the way he wanted her, not that she always took direction.

“Stevie,” Thomasina panted.

“Yeah baby?”

“Stevie,” she surprised him by pushing him back onto the bed. Practically screaming as she took her new freedom to bounce faster on top of him.

“Woah Tom cat,” Steve found his grip on her hips again. “Don’t have too much fun without me,” he chuckled. Finding a more comfortable position for the both of them.

“Pussy,” she smacked his chest lightly. “You could’ve finished with your ass hanging off the bed. You could’ve finished if we fell onto the floor. I know you, nothing could ever possibly stop you,” she smirked down at him.

“Ugh,” he moaned loudly. “You are such a dirty girl, I love it.” He moved his hand up Thomasina’s torso, sending shivers up and down her spine. Rubbing circles at her sides that made her weak in the knees.

“You bitch,” she breathed. Vagina pulsating around his cock, ready to cum all over it. “I’m gonna-“

“Me too baby.”

[starhvney]

may I request a platonic Nana/KC with fem reader at a sleepover? :) binging anime and doing eachothers make up and she's low-key emotional because it's been awhile since a friend has had an interest in her directly and especially her interests,, I always felt bad she was usually pushed aside for being weird :(

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘?

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mystreet nana ashida & fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: ‘part of me will know deep down that i am pretty cool. part of me that knows i never cared for being cool.’

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, platonic, a bit of reverse hurt/comfort, nana being a sweetie cutie patootie

𝐂𝐖: none?

𝐀/𝐍: kinda short but i really love and in some ways relate to nana, so this was really lovely to write :’) i also got sad when other characters just saw her as weird. also, when writing this i was like, oh yeah! binging anime and baking!! and after i finished writing the fic i read that you wrote makeup ;( i hope you still like it!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

the sweet smell of fresh baked goods permeated through the kitchen as the warmth of the oven surrounded you like a warm and familiar hug. you and nana stand side by side, frozen in place as the two of you zone out at the tv you had moved to the counter. its screen plays an episode of a shoujo anime, one that nana had persuaded you to watch with her. 

you flinch when you realize you stuck your hand too far into the mixing bowl, your fingers slowly sinking into the freshly made dough instead of rolling it into balls like you were supposed to. 

a squeal leaves nana’s lips as she jumps up and down in excitement, hugging onto your arm with a grin. you glance back at the screen to see that the love interest had finally kissed the main character.

“it only took, what, twelve episodes?” you giggle, earning a huff and nudge from the pink-haired girl.

“hey, this is a special moment, okay! wasn’t it cute?”

“yes, yes. it was super cute,” you concede. “i really liked that one! you have good taste.” 

“i’m glad,” she turns her attention back down to the heart-shaped cake she was frosting. “...my interests can be a little weird, but i’m glad you like them.”

you turn to her curiously, noticing her strange change of tone and how the baked good in front of her suddenly was much more interesting than anything else in the room.

“i don’t think they’re weird.” you insist, attention drawn to how her tail anxiously flicked back and forth.

“i just mean most people think i’m kind of strange,” she says, waving her hand dismissively as if it were no big deal. “my hobbies aren’t really… normal.”

you wrinkle your nose, eyebrows furrowing.

“what’s “normal”, anyway?” nana’s round eyes flick back to you, her expression taken aback. “sounds boring.”

she lets out a quiet laugh suddenly, covering her mouth before looking down at the cake with a distant smile on her face.

“yeah, i guess i never really wanted to fit in anyways.”

the two of you continue to bake in comfortable silence, letting the soft hum of the tv fill your ears as you both focus on your tasks. the setting sun shines through the windows, casting an orange glow on both of your faces. when the episode ends, nana softly sets down her butter knife, turning to look at you. as your eyes meet hers, you’re shocked at the emotion you find in them, molten gold glistening as tears gather on the surface.

“i’m so glad you’re my friend,” lean hands reach out for yours, cupping them in an earnest show of appreciation. “i hope you know how much you mean to me.”

you squeeze her hands back, eyes widening as you try to think of a response to her sudden affection.

“i feel like i can really be myself around you. people have always brushed off my interests and called them silly, but you genuinely care. thank you.”

“of course, nana,” you pull her into a hug. “you’re one of the kindest and most interesting friends i’ve ever had.”

she sniffles and clears her throat, pulling from the hug to wipe away a stray tear that had fallen from her lashes.

“really?” her voice is small, tight with surprised uncertainty.

you tilt your head, giving her a soft smile.

“yeah… i actually was gonna say we should do this more often. you know, have sleepovers like this where we try out a new hobby we’re interested in.”

“really, really?!” her eyes light up in elation, her sentiment quickly shifting into pure excitement once again. “you’d want to try crochet? and dollmaking? are you sure?”

“uh, duh! that sounds like so much fun.”

she squeals in happiness, engulfing you in another hug and spinning you both around in the kitchen. the smell of her vanilla and strawberry-scented perfume filled your nose, a scent that she had donned and owned since high school.

"we should make a list!"

after spinning and giggling a bit longer, you two soon returned to your previous activities, debating if the second male lead was a better choice or not while munching on your freshly baked sweet treats.

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[soggyriceee]

Moth to a flame part 3?

Moth To A Flame | Konig NSFW

| first of all, I just wanna say thank you for all the support on this story. when I say I was not expecting to make this a series I wasn't. I literally was listening to the song and got some really good inspiration for a quick little smut and kept it pushing lmao. im so glad you guys like it and I hope to write more long stories in the future! in this part I will say Konig is a little crazy, and a lot of mentions about stalking, mommy king(hehehe), and aggressive sex are mentioned. also horrible German translation. if these are any triggers to you please please do not read this part! thank you again ily all sm <3 |

four months have passed since you moved away. you and your boyfriend now live in New York, working a daytime job as a school nurse. you finally decided to put your college degree to work. your boyfriend worked at the same company, got a raise and is planning on taking you both out to Cancun for the summer. and of course,

you got the abortion.

it was the least you could do to help make your boyfriend feel better. the last thing you needed was to be alone in New York, a city too big for someone to learn on their own. you were happy. contempt. Konig was out of your life and you were able to focus on your boyfriend now.

however, arguments and trust issues were inevitable after what happened. as much as your boyfriend loved you, he couldn't trust that the same thing would happen again. whether it was Konig or someone else. a ring light camera was placed at the front of your apartment door, checked by him every night for Konig but also any suspicious activity. "its more so for our safety." he had told you a few days ago. but you knew it was more to prove his doubts wrong.

Konig harnt reached out to you. he was blocked on everything, completely ghosted. but you knew that wouldn't stop him from looking for you. you just hoped it wasn't anytime soon. the abortion was already a big step into the right path for you, Konig coming in and ruining that path was not what you needed. you were happy where your life was now, you were happy with your boyfriend. Konig would never be an issue again.

that was until you heard a knock at the door of your office. "come in~" you said sing songly, expecting another high schooler to come in with some lame excuse to be here and not in class. you paid no mind to when the door open, finishing putting the rest of the cough drops into the jar. "what can I help you with?" you asked, back still turned.

it was quiet for a moment. then, you felt two strong arms wrapping around your waist. you gasped, turning quickly. there, Konig looked down at you, a wide spread smile on his face. "Meine Liebe, ich habe dich so sehr vermisst.." he whispered, leaning down placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

to say your heart felt like it would jump out your body was a humungous understatement. you know it wasn't your fault this time it was happening. but you still felt beyond guilty, and most of all scared. pushing him back, you moved to the front of your desk. " h-how.. how did you find me- how did you get in?" you asked, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. "dont worry about that my love.. im here now. im here to take you back home." he said, tilting his head slightly.

he looked around, humming softly. "this is a cute office. very you like." he said, smiling at the photos of you and students you had grown close to over the last few months. but he didnt really care about that. he cared about getting you back to "home". "I am home Konig. you need to leave me alone im serious this time. im happy here im happy with-"

"but you aren't. I know you aren't. I know you miss me meine liebe. I miss you too. think about you all the time." he said, another smile coming across his face. he moved closer to you but you backed away. he sighed, crossing his arms. he was unhealthy. he needed serious help. help you simply couldn't offer him. "how long are you going to play this game." he said, his tone more serious, his eyes shooting you daggers.

"im not playing a game Konig you need to move on. you cheated many times. you lost your chance to be with me." you said, looking to his side. he wasn't one to get angry, so you weren't worried about that. you were worried about falling for his gaze, his puppy eyes. " gosh those were mistakes. I regret it. I love you. I love you please come back to me." he begged, his voice going from demanding to desperate.

he moved forward again, this time following you until your back hit the wall.

shit.

he placed an arm on the side of your head, the other moving for your chin. smiling, he tilted his head. "dont you see.. no matter where you go, how many phone numbers you make. ill find you, like I always do. and ill fuck you good, like I always do. ill have you leave him and be with me. who you really wanna be with." he whispered, his eyes moving down from your lips to your covered breasts. your chest rose and fell quickly, tears brimming your eyes. you hated him. but you hated him even more because you know he was right. he always fucks you good. he always finds you.

"please.. please leave me alone." you whimpered, fighting back the tears. he ignored your cries and moved his hand to your tummy, frowning. "our baby.. where is it? you should be a lot bigger by now." he said, stepping back a bit.

at that moment you had remembered the abortion, cursing yourself for allowing it to slip your mind so quickly. "where is our baby?" he asked again, his eyes going back to dark, angry ones. you opened your mouth to say words, but none came out. what were you to say? what if he really got angry with you this time? but he had the right to know. and you knew that. after all, he was the father.

"i..I aborted it Konig.. it wouldn't have grown up with its real father anyways." you replied after a moment. you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. you knew all to well he wasn't going to have a pleased look on his face.

silence filled the large room until finally, he spoke up. "well. we can always try again." he said, turning to the chair at your desk. he rolled it out, sitting on it. "come here." he said, patting his lap. but you didnt move. he smiled, shaking his head. "always been defiant. I remember when we first got together I had to train that pretty little mouth of yours to not talk back to me. now look at you. thats what happens when you mess with boys, libeling. not men."

his words didnt bother you in an annoyed or angry way. unlucky for you, it made you clench around nothing. and he knew it did. he knew you loved being talked down on while being treated like a princess. he knew exactly how to turn you on and he was abusing that knowledge right now. " I bet you missed being thrown around, fucked like some worthless toy and then babied right after. dont you?" he stood from the chair, making his way back over to you. " you miss your mouth getting fucked, filled with cum. swallowing it all. making a mess on my dick.. fuck I think about it all the time. those pretty little eyes of yours looking up at me. mascara running down your face while I slide myself down that tight, tight fucking throat of yours." he said, looking down to your throat before quickly looking back into your eyes.

wet wasn't even the word to describe the situation going on in your underwear. you cursed yourself mentally for allowing him to talk to you like this. but you couldn't stop him. because he was right. your boyfriend, no matter how hard he tried, simply couldnt man handle you the way you loved. the way you needed. he was gentle, afraid to leave so much as a hickey on you. but he was slowly becoming more open to it, especially since seeing Konig pounding you from behind. he wanted you to stay, he didnt want you to move on to another. or back to Konig.

"Konig you need to leave.. im not coming back to you. you messed up far too man-"

" so let me make it up to you libeling.. lassen Sie mich um Sie kümmern.." he was now standing right infront of you, looking down at you. you couldnt look away. the way he spoke to you in his mother tongue turned you on, always. even if you couldnt understand every word, his deep voice and accent made it hot. his hand slid up your nursing shirt, gripping your covered breast. you bit down on your lip, closing your eyes. you couldnt give in. not this easy.

shoving his hand down, you stepped away. "Konig leave or ill call the police. ill write a restraining order anything to get you away from me." you finally said, fixing your shirt. "your so hot when you try to act all tough maus.. fuck its making me so hard." he said, pulling at his pants buckle. your eyes flickered down for a few seconds, but it didnt go unnoticed. "see dont fight it maus.. I know you want me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours. make you cum all over me. in this office of yours. you want me to fuck you on your desk huh?" he whispered, unbuckling his pants and slowly pulling his already hard dick out.

the tip literally dripped pre cum, dropping to the floor. it made you whimper, only fueling his craving for you. "Konig.. please leave." you whispered out, but it wasn't confident enough for him to believe. he smirked, turning down towards your chair once again. "maus dont you see how hard I am? I need you. I crave you." he said softly, eyes looking at you so "innocently".

his hand gripped the base of his dick, a sigh coming from him. he leaned over, spitting onto the tip and moving his hand down his shaft, slowly back up. a quiet groan left his lips, his head resting back and looking to you. he sped up his hand movements, keeping eye contact onto you. small, desperate whimpers slipped from his lips as his hips bucked up. "oh maus.. please~" he whimpered, his chest rising fast, falling at the same rate.

you whimpered at him, wanting to go and slide down on his dick. not matter how badly you wanted to keep up with the happiness you had in your life right now, you needed him. he saw your confusion and smiled, taking his other hand and reaching out. you hesitated, but slowly walked over to him. his movements slowed down, his eyes looking up at you. "please.." he whimpered.

you knew this was wrong. and you hated how much he always found a way to wrap you around his finger. how he always managed to get you beneath him, fucking into you relentlessly. and you hated how he always came back into your life when you were happy. you hated how badly you craved him, no matter how far away he was, or how bad he treated you.

you couldn't process anything until you felt him pull you down onto his lips. and you couldnt stop yourself from kissing him back. your hands cupped his face, forcing your tongue into his mouth. he smirked against your lips, pulling you onto his lap. you grazed over his exposed dick, sitting right front of it. you pulled away, a long strong of saliva connecting you two.

" maus.. i wanna fuck you so bad. please." he whispered, his hand sliding up your shirt, pulling your bra down and playing with your nipple. you whimpered, nodding your head quickly. "c-can I lock the door?" you whispered, looking down at him. but he was so focused on your nipples, and playing with himself that he same time. you assumed he didnt care, and continued to pull your shirt up and off.

he wrapped his arms around your waist and stood, sitting you on your desk. "imma fuck you... send you back home with my cum swimming around inside you. you want that?" he said, pulling your pants down. you hated how much you wanted to say yes. it was killing you. but the way his tip ran up and down your slit, teasing your entrance as he whispered filthy words into your ear, you couldnt help but whimper out a pathetic 'yes'.

thats all he needed to hear from you before he slid his full, thick length into your tight cunt, a deep groan coming from him as his head pressed against the top of yours. a gasp slipped from you, your hand covering your mouth. as hot as this was, fucking in your nurse office with the door unlocked, it was risky. in fact, you could loose your job. but he wanted that. he wanted you to have a reason to leave and go back with him, no matter how crazy or detrimental the reason. " so fucking dirty.. getting fucked on your office desk-shit- I bet you want someone to come in here and see this tight cunt getting fucked huh?" he whispered, gripping the back of your head, pulling it so your eyes met his.

he was hot. you couldnt admit it. the way he looked as he fucked you made you go feral. his hair sticking to the top of his forehead, eyes locked onto yours as small whimpers and groans left his pretty little lips. he could say the same for you. the way your tits jerked up and down every thrust he gave, your desk squeaking along with it. your hands gripping onto him as you gave him small, pathetic begs. "say it louder baby.. what do you want? be a big girl for me." he whispered, pulling his now shiny dick out, slamming it back into you. your hands gripped him harder as his grip on your head did too. "f-faster.. please" you finally were able to muster out.

his hips waited no time to move faster, feeling every vein and inch of his thickness move in and out of you. it was heaven. no matter how much you hated him, you couldnt stop yourself from letting him fuck you. anywhere. anytime. you guys were like magnets, no matter how hard you both tried you couldnt keep away from each other.

the more time went on, you realized the tears forming in konigs eyes. they weren't from pleasure either. " k-konig?" you asked, your hands falling to his lower stomach. but he kept going, no matter how hard you tried to stop him, he kept going. "I-i hate you.. so fucking much. I hate y-you because I know I c..I cant live with or without you-fuck.. I-i crave you even when I shouldn't.. I fucking hate you" he cried out, small whimpers coming every now and then from him.

for a moment you had to stop and think about what he just said. but, he didnt give you much time. the more his tears fell the faster and harder his thrusts became. the more aggressive he became. he let go of your head but pushed your body back, your bare back hitting the cold desk, pens and papers falling to the floor. "k-konig" your whimpered, your legs wrapping around his waist. "I-im gonna..cum soon..fuck!" he groaned, his head falling into your chest. his hot tears covered you and you could've sworn you heard 'mommy' fall from his lips every now and then. it made you clench around him seeing him so vulnerable, so emotional while fucking you.

he took one of your legs, pushing it up so your foot rested on top of the desk. his thrusts became deeper, the sound of your moans growing louder. his hand quickly found your mouth, silencing all the whimpers and moans that slipped from you. "m..mommy im cumming~" he cried out, his thrusts becoming more and more sloppy.

his sudden change in persona threw you off guard, but you liked it. too much. the closer he got the more he chanted 'mommy'. and you could tell, he was really close. "m-mommy I-ill hold it back.. ill hold it back till y-you cum first~" he whimpered into your chest, his arms finding your waist and pulling you up into him.

your hands quickly found his hair and tugged it, moaning how good you felt. "k-konig keep going.. im so close~" you moaned, your head falling back off the desk, eyes shutting closed. he growled, slamming deeper into you, stabbing your squishy g spot each time.

the knot in your stomach quickly came undone and not too long after, he came with you, his grip on you tight enough to snap you in half if he really wanted. he whimpered as the last bit of his cum shot into you, small 'plat plat's coming from beneath you two. he pulled out, watching the mix of cum pour out of you as if you were a waterfall, dropping to the floor.

heavy breathing filled the now silent room as you slowly lifted yourself up. "ill get you a paper towel." he said softly, shuffling over to the counter and grabbing the roll. he brought it over, getting to his knees and slowly, spreading your legs. taking the towel he ran over your pussy slow, collecting the cum. it was silent. you didn't know if you should bring up what he said, what he called you.

he sensed your tension and looked up at you from below. "I meant every word I said. I hate you. but I hate you because I love you too much to let you be someone else's. nobody.. nobody has ever made me this crazy.. ever. you've unlocked a part of me that I didn't know existed. I didn't know I had. my heart hurts seeing you happy with someone who isn't me, having a life with someone who isn't me. and what hurts more is to know I caused that." he spoke, his voice soft.

you looked down at him, your chest hurt. you opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. "you dont have to say anything. ill leave you and your boyfriend alone." he stood, throwing the papers away. "im moving back to Germany." he said, looking down at you. and you couldnt lie, your chest felt like it was tightening. tears began to pool but you looked down.

" I leave in three days. I just.. wanted to say goodbye. I guess. I know you hate me, I know you want me to leave. and I love you enough to do anything that will make you happy. if you-"

your hands wrapped around his shirt collar and you pulled him down, slamming your lips to his. his large hands slammed against the sides of you, holding himself up. he immediately kissed back, moaning into the kiss. thats when the tears fell.

"please..please dont leave.." you whispered, pulling away. you looked up at him, looking for anything that said "I won't".. but his lips formed a small smile, his hand meeting your cheek. "your happier without me.. you know you are." "I dont c-care. I cant ha-have you not here. please"

the tears kept falling and he caught each one, flicking them from your face. " oh meine liebe.." he whispered, pulling you into a hug.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

2 years had passed. you were pregnant. again. getting married in a few months too. you were excited because you felt like you were happy, for real this time. you stayed in New York, working at a new school more uptown. it was great, you were happy now.

" okay chicken orrr steak?" you asked your fiancé, rubbing your baby bump as you stared into the fridge. your soon to be husband came behind you, kissing your neck and putting his hand on top of yours. "chicken. we can make Alfredo." he said. nodding, you grabbed the meat, putting it in the sink to defrost.

" ill go run you a bath and we can get ready to go to the bakery. im excited to taste all the new cakes." he said, taking your hand and kissing each knuckle. " me too. especially the Oreo one. pleaseee at least try it. for me." you pouted. "your gonna say no to your pregnant fiancé?" you smirked, pointing to your belly.

you were due exactly 3 months after your wedding. so you both decided now was the perfect time to get married before you both had no time. "I guess I cant huh." he laughed, opening the bedroom door. you sat at the edge, watching his tall stature move to the shared bathroom.

as you watched him from your bed you smiled, thinking of all you both had been through. maybe it was the hormones, but you felt the tears well in your eyes. and it didnt go unnoticed either. " meine liebe? whats wrong?" he asked horridly, rushing over and wiping the tears from your eyes. you smiled and shook your head, placing a high kiss on his cheek.

"I just love you a lot. thats all." you whispered. he smiled, lifting you bridal style before kissing you passionately back. " Ich liebe dich mehr, meine liebe."

| tried to be cool and only highlight when y'all knew he was speaking at the end hehehe anyways guys this is like.. the end! if you guys would want one where the outcome is different and she stays with her current boyfriend lmkk cause I can do that too. but yea like I said thank you all so much for the love on this mini series <333 |

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Just a bet Chapter 13

10:30 am 

Y/n POV 

It's break time and I make my way to the cafeteria and buy myself some strawberry milk; I pay for my drink and leave for the campus's backyards to walk around the shades of the trees and make my way luckily to the empty hammock/ chair, some students hung in the trees to vibe in.

You take the straw separate it from the box and open its wrapper with your teeth as you put the straw through the opening of the box and take small sips savouring its flavor.

"hey" Lia sits next to you in the hammock  making you both dip into the middle of it and Tyuzy joins sitting on the bench in front of the hammock as they are all talking about something 

"But yeah Keeho was all over you girl," Mina tells Yuna remembering yesterday's encounter between them, they all giggle and then greet you getting comfortable to sit and talk with you

"how about we have a sleepover this week?" Lia offers the place that she shares with Chaeryong 

"oh yes that will be fun" they all agree

"How about you y/n?" Mina ask you

"well depends because I work night shifts" They all nod remembering that you work

"what day don't you work?" Yuna asks

"Saturdays, Sundays, and Mondays, but I think I'm going to start to work Mondays as well"

"so Sunday it is," Tzuyu says, and everyone agrees as the bell rings and we all get up to our next class together 

 We got to our seats in stats class seeing I.N., Chan, and Hyunjin already sitting in the class, as the only seats available were behind them we took our seats.

Hyunjin turns over to me leaning in with his chair and hitting my desk "What?" you say as he stares at you Lia laughs as she knows the friendship you both have but doesn't say anything and sits next to you 

"We need to talk" he mumbles as his head rests against his arm which is against the back of his seat 

"no" you answer taking your pens out of your bag and clicking it

"why" he pouts and you shrug 

"you guys are mean, none of you want to talk to me" he pouts even more as he crosses his arms faking being mad

"Yo, leave her alone dude," Chan says to him as Hyunjin leans against his desk hiding his face between his arms and fake sobs, Chan looks at you and rolls his eyes at Hyunjins drama

and you laugh through your smile oblivious to his behavior 

Time skip 

4:00 pm 

You say bye to the girls as you go to the parking lot waiting for Chan as he had sent you a message telling you to wait there for him.

you make your way to his car and grab your phone while you wait for him, as you scroll on insta posts, you feel someone grabbing your shoulders making you jump 

"Boo!" Chan scares you

"JESUS!" you exclaim not seeing him coming as he laughs moving to his side of the care 

You roll your eyes at his annoyance as you get in the car and put your seatbelt on

"you ready?" he looks at you for confirmation but laughs at your annoyed face (fake)  

and you chuckle at his silliness 

as he started to drive you decided to make conversation and tell him about your plans and important things you didn't get to talk about last night 

"Chris" you call him as he hums

"So I have work tomorrow from 5-9 pm so I will be back late," you say making sure he knows your absence tomorrow night

"ok that's fine, what are your work days?" he asks you to know what days you will be out 

"I work Tuesday to Friday, same time every day " You nod affirming your schedule 

"ok then thanks for letting me know" he smiles at you and continues  

"and about you know... the temporary stay I promise as soon as I find and can afford an apartment I will leave; and please tell me how much I owe you per month please... so I can help with what I can... please" You get embarrassed 

"Y/n don't stress about it please take your time, trust me is fun to have a roommate anyways" he smiles assuring you

"and about the money please don't worry about it I'll take care of it"

"No, I can't let you pay for everything" you begged him as it would make you feel uncomfortable to live under a friend's house without helping with anything 

"ok... you can help with groceries" he shrugs offering you something

"yeah I can do that" You smile satisfied to know that you can do something to help

you both get home get inside the house and take your shoes off as he tells you he's going to change you do as well 

you change your top into a bigger shirt to feel comfortable in the house and make your way to the couch waiting for Chan so you can organize yourself in what you have to buy (food) for the house.

But it takes him some time to come back so you grab your phone and scroll through Instagram seeing all your friends posing and pretty pictures with their partners and friends, family pictures, smiles in each of them.

huh... lucky them

Chan gets out of his room  wearing some shorts and a shirt 

"so what do you want to do?" he asks you, as you get off your phone to put your attention to him, and he sits next to you on the couch pretty close as he turns towards you sitting sideways to pay attention to you 

haha... fucking butterflies 

"I was thinking a-" You get cut by someone opening the door and a bunch of footsteps running towards the living room 

"Chan did you already do it?" you see Felix scream to CHan while running towards us making us surprised and jump

"oh..." Felix says looking at you and then at Chan and you see everyone behind him freeze as they look at you and Chan 

"Y/n you here..." you hear Hyunjins voice get higher, in a sarcastic tone, acting surprised 

"We are so sorry for interrupting we ca-" Han tries to get everyone out before Chan cuts him out before they get the wrong idea

"No, guys please come in" he laughs nervously he gets up not to get the wrong idea

Hyunjin turns back to walk toward the living room keeping eye contact with you 

he sits down next to you  and crosses his legs pretending to be one of your girl's best friends act

"What a surprise seeing you here" again with a sarcastic tone 

"uhh..." you look at Hyunjin and then at Chan as all the boys get comfortable in his house

Chan nods, telling them why you are there " I left home" you mumble to Hyunjin, he understands right away 

"She's living with me for now," Chan says loudly for everyone to hear so they don't make questions

but Chanbin still asked, "Why did you leave home?" you stayed quiet not knowing how to answer

"I helped her leave her house" Chan only says that statement making the rest of the boys nod and shut up as they guessed something  was wrong at home

"Well, I brought beer and cards so we can play" Lee Know chimes in to change the conversation

Everyone gathers around the table to start drinking as Chanbin turns on the TV and plays a soccer game you sit awkwardly in the sofa thinking of leaving and being in your room while his friends drink and watch the game 

as you stand up and start walking towards the hallway to your room, 

"where are you going?" Hyujin asks you and you look back at him but all the boys stare at you 

"you want a beer?" Seugmin asks you 

"no thanks I don't like beer" You smile nicely at him denying his offer

"come here" Chan pats down next to him sitting on the floor next to the coffee table, and you go to him 

"you don't have to be shy" he whispers near you and smiles at you, as you nod

"but are you sure you don't want beer" he shows you the drink that he's holding in his hand 

"I'm sure, I just really don't like its taste" he nods understanding 

"would you like some cranberry vodka?"

"Sure" You accept his offer as he gets up to his kitchen you see him taking out the different drinks and mixing them.

He comes back to sit next to me and hands me the drinks, I thank him as I take a sip of the drink, and they all get comfortable around the table and sofa watching the game, as you lie down against the wall watching the game

15 mins later 

Chan sees how you ended your cocktail, but also notices the boredom on your face 

"Do you want more?" he offers you more 

"Yeah sure," you say

not knowing why you agree when you are not good with alcohol and let's say he makes them pretty strong

He comes back and while walking he says "What type of cards did you bring?" he says to everyone 

Lee now looks back at him and says "I brought  drink or dare" Chan rolls his eyes tired of the game 

"Do you wanna play?" Lee Know leans in putting his elbows on his knees

"Yeah that will be fun" You sit back up accommodating yourself to start the game, and you down your drink clearing your throat at how strong it was.

"m'kay let me shuffle this bitches and get started,"  he said shuffling the cards before putting in a deck on the coffee table and getting off the sofa to sit on the floor next to the table 

"the rules are simple, grab a card do the dare, or drink the number of shots shown" You nod as Seugmin explains as he lays down on the couch to relax 

Chanbin, Chan, Minho, I.N, Felix Han, and Hyunjin sat down to play as Seugmin was lying down trying to watch the game 

"I'll go first" Hyunjin takes a card 

"Let the person next to you post anything they want on your snap" Hyunjin rolled his eyes as Minho smirked already having an evil plan as he stretched his hand towards Hyunjin "This is so childish," Hyun-jin said stressed to know what he will write.

He grabs the phone types something smiles and puts it back down as Hyunjin runs  to grab his phone and check what was posted

He sees a picture of their 58-year-old teacher with the caption "Why see kinda...." and a smirk emoji at the end 

"AYE YO" he screams as he sees his phone and everyone laughs as Chanbin shows everyone

"Next," I.N says laughing before Hyunjin throws a tantrum 

Chanbin grabs a card and reads it "Tell your biggest secret to everyone"

he shakes his head and drinks the 3 shots of whiskey it said on the card

"sorry can't tell" Everyone gets disappointed as you serve some more vodka cranberry as Chan sets it  on the table so you can serve more for yourself

I.N grabs a card and reads it "Take a piece of cloth off" and everyone coos 

"Don't traumatize the poor child!" Hyun-jin exclaims referring to you as you were drinking 

I.N puts his foot up as everyone stares at him to see what he is gonna do

he proceeds to take his sock off slowly as some express their emotions by saying 'ew' and others laughing as you join their laughter 

"there" he states as he finishes his dare everyone chuckles knowing that that was not what the card meant

it was your turn and you picked out a card "Share an embarrassing moment in high school"

"mhm, I don't know" you try to think but don't want to say it at the same time

"I have some if you don't remember" Hyunjin starts as your eyes grow big in panic

"Like the time you fell in the fountain trying to impress your crush," he laughs as you get embarrassed

"Really? I don't remember..." you act cool acting as if you don't remember  

"Or when your voice cracked horribly on your presentation day" he laughs so hard he starts crying 

you freeze knowing that 'that' embarrassing moment haunts you till now, being scared that it will happen again if you ever try to sing in public again 

"you sing?" Han asks cackling up at Hyunjins laugh

"no," you say but hyunjin says the opposite "She does and she sings beautifully that's why she got chosen for our theater presentation but I guess nerves just got in the  moment" she finishes commenting as you feel embarrassed

"that's enough" Chan stops Hyunjin before he says something else, you look embarrassed

"my turn," Chan says as he grabs a card "Mhm," he says as we all look at him curiously 

"damn, 8 shots or kiss with the person right to you" he looks at the card and then at you as the challenge is up to you 

"OH"  everyone cheers and starts teasing each other 

"I'll help you with the shots," you say shyly not even looking at him looking for the bottle as Chanbin takes it out of your hands

"No, you can't say no, I'll give you 100 bucks for that kiss" Your eyes widen as you hear the money 

"it's up to you, at the end it's just a bet so don't think much about it" he tries to calm you down as your eyes show the nervous guilt in your body 

shit, should you?  it's a big bill, and also a big opportunity to get a taste of his lips finally, and yeah he is right... it's just a bet

you nod to him shifting your body toward him

"Are you sure? don't feel pressured yeah?" Chan resures you 

"yeah it's fine" you mumble feeling nervous 

"I want that shit to last, it's not just a peck, I'm paying for that shit," Chanbin says exited 

Chan faces you as he gives you a small smile as he leans forward but you freeze, and you feel your stomach drop down, what if he thinks I'm a bad kisser, I just kissed 1 person in my life and it was just a quick peck 

He puts his hand on your cheek pulling you closer 

and your lips finally connected, it is soft, reassuring, and sweet as his lips slowly move just a bit to start a make out but you tense so he doesn't move his lips but lets them sit still smashing them against yours before letting go slowly 

You both still closed as your eyes meet, he smiles softly to you but it is a sweet smirk, and he tugs your hair behind your ear and pulls back to continue the game and your back up and lean against the couch behind you grabbing your drink and chugging it down while everyone kept the game going, your ears and cheeks getting red,  but you did see Hyunjin looking at you smirking and wiggling his eyebrows, but you flip him off while holding your glass with both hands as Han was know chugging 3 shots as they all cheered for him

Danm, that was hot

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What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? - Ch. 5

Ch.5/5 | Ao3

Elucien fic for this years @acotargiftexchange

Sweet @itsybitsybluesy, this has been the MOST fun! I am so glad I had you as my giftee this year, and I hope this fic has been a nice little holiday treat!

NSFW! :) This is the filthiest thing I've ever written. Happy Horny Holidays!

One Year Later

Elain POV

The snow was glimmering on the lawn of the River House, the lights reflected on its crystallized surface sending a spray of colored fractals into the shadow of the late evening. Elain looked on from the big kitchen windows, the savory smells of the dinner they’d had still surrounding her, the warmth of the kitchen kissing her skin. She hadn’t done much in the way of preparations this year, instead arriving just yesterday and spending the majority of her time catching up. She had missed the hustle and bustle a bit, used to being in a sprint the three days before Solstice for the past few years, but the trade off had been worth it.

She melted as she felt hands around her waist, encircling her as she leaned her head to the side, welcoming his warm breath on her neck.

“What’s a pretty fae like you doing all by herself on Solstice?” 

She smiled and hummed at the low words spoken into her skin. “Waiting for a handsome rake to come steal her away, I would wager.”

Lucien huffed a laugh into her skin as he pressed a kiss into her shoulder. “Are you about ready to go?”

Elain sighed, leaning her head back against his chest. “Yes, let’s start our long goodbyes and head home, if you don’t mind?” 

He pressed another kiss behind her ear and she shivered. “Not at all, love.” Her hands pulled away from the countertop to take one of his, the thrill of his warm palm against hers never becoming less breathtaking. A year had passed, and they’d made good use of every single day. Both a mating ceremony and a traditional wedding, moving her items from the room in the River House to his apartment downtown, then again to their own house in the Human Lands once it had been finished. 

They readily split their time between the two, making their place and settling roots in each, all while taking frequent trips to Day in the interim. Elain had become quite practiced at traveling in the last year, and winnowing had become one of her favorite skills. 

The two walked into the family room, hand in hand, and Elain was awash again with the joy of being here with her family. No longer did she feel stifled in this environment, and she hadn’t been able to say she was bored once since last Christmas. She smiled at the thought as she looked at her husband, her mate. 

She moved over by the fire to where Nesta sat perched on Cassian’s lap, his big hand stretched across Nesta’s growing stomach. It had been the primary topic on everyone’s minds this year, gifts abounding for the little Valkyrie that would arrive before too long. Elain had been here a bit more frequently the last few months, wanting to be there for Nesta as she prepared for the journey ahead, but she’d taken to the idea so naturally that even Elain had to admit her surprise. Nesta was glowing, and Cassian looked at her like she’d hung every star in the sky. 

Another highlight of this year had been Elain’s new niece, Nova, who was currently fast asleep in Rhysand’s arms, little tufts of onyx curls ruffling each time she let out a tiny snore. She was adorable, all cheek and porcelain skin and soft wing, and Elain’s heart ached with joy each time she got to hold her. 

Elain watched as Rhysand made his way over to Lucien, passing off the sleeping babe. “Hold her for me, will you? I want to make sure Feyre got Nyx down alright.” It wasn’t anything new. They’d all taken turns each time they visited. Nova was so used to being passed between loving arms that she didn’t even stir when she was handed off. 

“If you look any harder, Elain, perhaps your womb will do the work for you.” Elain jumped as Nesta whispered into her ear, shooting her gaze to her sister and her wicked smile. 

“Oh, hush.” She was blushing, and it only spurred Nesta on further. 

“He does look lovely with a baby, doesn’t he?” Elain nodded numbly, watching as Lucien shifted the baby expertly, cradling her head gently as he lowered himself onto the couch next to Mor. 

“What a lovely Solstice,” Emerie commented, relaxing back into the cushions on Mor’s other side.

“Mmhmm,” Mor added. “And hopefully a quieter night than last year.” Blood rushed into Elain’s cheeks, tucking her chin as she smiled. 

“Did you ever end up solving that?” Lucien asked playfully, his eyes finding Elain’s as she continued to stare. There was a playfulness in his gaze, but upon seeing how she was looking at him, his irises glazed with something more akin to hunger. 

Cassian groaned next to her, shifting Nesta as he scoffed. “No, we ended up writing it off as some restless younglings, like someone said it was the whole time . It never happened again. I told Rhys he was overreacting.”

“Just some bored fae, I’m sure,” Lucien agreed spryly, his gaze never leaving Elain. 

Just then, Feyre and Rhysand returned arm in arm. 

“Finally asleep!” 

“And, unfortunately, we won’t be far behind,” Lucien offered. Elain loved bringing him to social gatherings, if only because of how seamlessly and kindly he could press forward with their early departure. He was nothing if not an expert at courtly niceties, and Elain loved that she never had to stay a second later than she wanted. 

He brushed a soft touch over Nova’s curls as he rose, handing the sleeping baby back to her mother, and something inside Elain roared at the sight of him cradling a child. She hadn’t grown entirely used to the functions of the bond in the last year, but the urges, the possession, the need –those had become familiar enough. 

As though sensing the shift, Lucien turned back to her just as she slipped a glamour over her own body. It had been a trick that came in handy over and over in the early days of their mating. 

“Dinner was lovely.” She kissed both of Feyre’s cheeks and held her close. “Happy birthday, Feyre.” They went around the room, saying their goodbyes and Solstice tidings, but Elain couldn’t get the image of Lucien and Nova out of her head. It sat there like a vision, settling in her psyche the way her Seeing often did, until the picture shifted. It was there a moment, then gone, the image in and out before she’d barely even grasped it. Lucien, arms still full of a sleeping baby, but this one with curls of copper and not a wing in sight. 

Her breath caught. Had it been a vision?

She could see that future with him so clearly, more and more so each day they spent together. Once she’d become fae, she hadn’t been sure she’d ever wanted to become a mother anymore, hadn’t been certain it was something that she’d still want the way she once had. But with Lucien, it became more and more apparent every single day that she had been wrong. 

He had been kind with her, patient. He’d pulled out pieces of her that she’d thought were lost to time and circumstance, placing them diligently back together like the most precious of puzzles. He’d been motivating without overpowering, supportive without hovering, pushing her when she needed to be pushed and pulling back when she’d needed space. 

He’d been the best partner. 

He’d be the best father. 

Lucien made eye contact with Elain at that exact moment, the air pushing from her lungs right as the thought passed through. 

“Ready to go, love?” She nodded distantly, the smile on her face hopefully more genuine than disbelieving. He held his hand out to her, and she slid her hand into his.

Tonight. Tonight she would give him his Christmas gift. She couldn’t possibly wait four more days. 

 

Lucien POV

Elain had seemed off all night, nervous. Something was bothering her, and Lucien was going to find out what it was. 

She’d been fine when they’d left their home to spend yesterday and Solstice in Velaris, but today she’d been twitchy, like something else had been tugging at her mind. He could feel something down the bond that wasn’t quite anxiety, but something close to it. They landed gently on the snowy ground outside their home, his hand going to her lower back on reflex to help steady her. 

At first, he’d wondered if she missed spending time with her family in Velaris. He could always make time for them to go more often. At first, when they’d mated, they’d seen no one, tucking themselves away in a rented cabin in Day for over a month and only reemerging when they felt like they could go ten minutes with their hands to themselves. Even then, it had been dicey. In the time they were gone, Lucien had commissioned the construction to begin on their home on the same acreage as Jurian and Vassa’s. It was a ways off through the woods for privacy, but close enough that they could walk to each other easily.

In the clearing ahead sat their home, not modest, but certainly smaller than Jurian and Vassa’s. It was paneled in large, white painted slats of wood, cross hatched with dark wooden beams in a style that made it seem simultaneously lavish and cozy. Each window was flanked with dark green shutters, making it appear as though it was part of the forest surrounding it. Vines sprawled up the sides like something from a fairytale, and the soft glow of the faelights inside welcomed them home. 

Lucien was proud of the big front porch that he’d planned and then built with his own hands. It stretched across two entire sides of the house, and then he’d filled it with rocking chairs and hanging plants and a small wood stove for Elain to sit near when the nights got colder. Currently, the porch was surrounded by snow-filled flower beds, the bright bursts of color of the crocuses poking valiantly through the icy surface. Lucien smiled at the memory every time he saw them. 

The house itself had four rooms and a big kitchen, more than enough space for the two of them, as well as any guests they ever entertained. Lucien quietly hoped that some of the rooms might be more regularly put to use someday. But Lucien’s favorite part of the house, far and away, was his wedding and mating present to Elain. Near the back right corner, almost tucked away into the woods, was a massive greenhouse, connected to the kitchens by a small corridor. He’d worked with Rhys and Helion to help enchant it to stay stable year round, and they used it for a wide variety of flowers as well as some herbs and food they both enjoyed and missed from Velaris. 

Elain had cried when she’d seen it, throwing her hands around him and flinging herself into his arms. All the work had been more than well worth the smile on her face, let alone the three days of thanking him afterwards. Speaking of, he’d been thinking about exactly that all night, the sweet and spiced smell of his sweet Elain dancing around him each time she’d flitted past him in the River House. His chest rumbled now just thinking about it. 

He pulled Elain in, pressing a kiss with a small nip into her neck, then breathing her scent in deeply while she giggled in his arms. He would never tire of this, of her, of them . 

“You’ve been driving me wild all night,” he growled into her hair. 

“Oh, have I, now?” He could hear the teasing smile in her voice, and he grazed his teeth over her skin again as she shivered in his arms, her hands coming up to grip his coat over his back. He was ready to get her into bed, or at least inside the house. He’d never say no to the kitchen counter, or the floor in front of the fireplace, or the entryway, or…

“Would you come to the greenhouse with me first?” Her question gave him pause. 

The greenhouse?

“Of course, my love.” He pulled back to look down at her, her eyes shining with joy and mischief. “Is everything okay?” He didn’t go into the greenhouse very often. It was Elain’s space, and he avoided it unless he’d been invited. 

She smiled, the gesture warm and broad across her face. Lucien swore the world stopped when she smiled at him. “Everything is fine. I just have your gift there.”

“A gift? Love, you didn’t have to.” They’d said no gifts. Lucien, of course, had a pile of gifts for her stowed away in the back of their closet. 

She wrapped her fingers in his, giving a firm squeeze as she tugged on him. “I wanted to.” He followed her. He would follow her anywhere she asked. Plus, the mischief in her eyes had piqued his curiosity. 

She was so gorgeous– he would never stop thinking so. Her hair shone in the moonlight, bright as the snowflakes fell onto her hair and nose. He was so stupid in love with her. He’d change it for nothing. 

They were just about at the door to the greenhouse when he tugged her back. She spun into his arms with a whoosh of air, her breathless laugh like music in his ears. He pushed her gently against the door, a perfect little gasp leaving her lips. 

“Before we do, I can’t wait another second.” He kissed her then, before she could tease him any further, sliding his hands up her sides to sweep his thumbs beneath her breasts. Elain melted into him, making Lucien sigh as her body sank into his. Each bit of them pressed together like a key in a lock, fitting just as fate intended. He deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding across his lips and him granting her immediate access. She tasted sweet, as she always did, the confections she loved to make seemingly painted across her delicate, pink tongue. 

Her deft fingers laced through his hair, undoing the leather tie in the back and tugging it down. When her nails raked against his scalp, his hips bucked forward appreciatively, the groan leaving him causing Elain to smile against his lips. He hitched her leg up over his hip, running his hand up her thighs and gripping her to him as though she might otherwise be lost. 

She’d been hungry for him earlier– he’d felt it down the bond and seen it in her eyes. He’d been shocked at first, considering he’d been holding a baby, but when it dawned on him that she was hungering for the thought of him holding a baby, a spark had ignited within him too. Lucien wanted children so badly, a yearning to start a family of his own with the love of his life so strong it nearly choked him to think about it for too long. 

But Elain was on her own timetable, and Lucien had too much respect for her and her journey to push. She had come so far in the years since she’d been Made, the whiplash of it all only now beginning to settle in at the forefront of a very, very long life. They had time, and Lucien had patience. He certainly wasn’t left wanting. But something about the idea of Elain, glowing and stomach swelling with their child– 

He cut his thoughts off, throwing himself deeper into the kiss as she gripped his collar with her other hand. He had long since pushed down the hope for it– there was no use in the endless longing. It would happen when they were ready, or not at all. As long as he had Elain, he could survive without the rest. 

But the look she’d been giving him…

Elain pulled back, breathing heavily in the sparse air between them. 

“Gods, at this rate, we’ll never make it to the gift.” Her laugh was breathless, her eyes bright as they stared into his. Without thinking, he moved his mouth down the column of her neck, not being shy about the want he had for her.

“Can I help it that all my thoughts are currently centered on being inside my pretty wife?” She loved when he called her wife, the possession paired with the layover from her human upbringing always settling stars in her eyes when he used the name. She growled and nipped at his neck, and he huffed a laugh. He’d never get over how adorable she was when she growled. 

“Come, I think you’ll like it.” He pulled back, a wicked grin on his face. 

“Oh, I’ll co– oomph .” Lucien cackled as she broke free and whacked his stomach with the back of her hand, turning to open the greenhouse door.  

“Incorrigible behavior, sir.” 

The nickname had him aching against the brush of his pants. He was behind her again in a second, arms around her waist and mouth at her ear as he walked them both through the door. 

“Only for you, love.” 

She led them back to the main aisle of the greenhouse, the smells around them ranging from light and airy to spiced and fragrant. He wasn’t in here often, but he loved the times he was invited in. The greenhouse burst with life and joy, every bit of Elain’s signature all over each plant. She put her love and her time and her magic into every individual plant, and it showed–  the fruits and spices and vegetables more delicious than any he’d ever had, the flowers more beautiful than any he’d seen.

She took a sharp turn to the left, a row of hanging vines arching delicately over them with snap peas hanging down. Under the reflective lights of the moon and snow outside, it looked ethereal, almost magical in the near dark. She slowed to a stop near the end of the side aisle, a wide open area around a small work table illuminated by a single low faelight. 

His curiosity was overflowing now as she pulled from his arms, leaning back against the table and facing him. He arched a brow in curiosity and she blushed under his gaze. He loved that he could still make her blush. 

“What have you got for me, El?” Despite the confusion he felt, he kept the words teasing, light. She bit her lower lip between her teeth, as though considering how to phrase what she wanted to say. The action caused Lucien’s cock to twitch and he shifted his weight. 

“It’s sort of a multi-part gift,” she mumbled, her eyes flicking up to his through lowered lashes. He’d never get over the way she affected him with movements so small, so unintentional. She reached behind her back and pulled out something small, a tiny pot with a plant that looked almost feathered. The leaves were a dark green, nearly black, with the softest fibers sprouting from them. It almost looked like the fur of a rabbit, short and smooth. Strangely, Lucien itched to touch it. Above the strange leaves sat a single bloom. It looked like a tulip, the petals a deep navy but lined with a strange shimmering gold. It was like nothing he’d ever seen, and with Elain around, he’d seen plenty. 

He reached out to touch it, and she pulled it back. “Not yet.” Her voice was a whisper in the dark as he stepped closer. 

“What am I looking at, Elain?” She shivered at the words, her eyes looking up at him and seeking. 

“A plant I bought the last time we were in Day.” Ah, so a flower from Day. They’d been there over a month ago now. But as Lucien craned his head down again to look at the flower between them, it didn’t look like any plant he’d ever seen in Day. Or anywhere else. 

“It’s beautiful.” And his words weren’t trite– it was beautiful. Unique and shimmering, the flecks of gold spreading up to the pistils and stamen, coating the tips in the shimmering pollen. 

“It is. But it isn’t for looking.” His eyes flicked back up from the flower to settle on hers, a strange heat rising between them. 

He was close enough now to smell her scent between them, mixing with his in the air, her bright eyes looking up at him openly, hungrily. His voice was low when he spoke again, gravelly in the dark with need and wanting. 

“What’s it for then, Elain?” She let her eyes slip closed with his words, her lips parting as Lucien’s broad hand reached up to cup her jaw, stroking his thumb slowly back and forth across her cheek. He leaned in close, his lips grazing her ear the way he knew she liked.

“It’s a fertility plant.” The words came out in a garbled rush and Lucien froze, pulling back. 

That certainly hadn’t been what he’d thought she was going to say. 

She was flushed, the blush rising so high across her cheeks he could see it in the dark. She took a deep breath and blew it out, the breath ghosting across his skin. 

“A fertility plant…?” 

Elain took another breath, setting the planter back on the table behind her slowly. “A fertility plant,” she confirmed. 

Was it some sort of contraceptive brew? They already had stores of the bitter morning tea. He wasn’t sure why Elain would want a new kind that she needed to dry herself unless it had a better flavor. “Why would we need a fertility plant when we both drink tea every morning?” 

A smile fluttered along Elain’s lips, twisting up on one side. “What if I told you I threw all the tea away before we left for Velaris?”

“Wh–” And then it hit Lucien like a blow to the chest. 

It wasn’t a plant to halt fertility. 

It was one to support it. 

He couldn’t think, a rushing sound filling his ears. Everything tunneled his vision. Was she really saying…?

Elain POV

“--ucien!” He came back to. She had seen what had looked like every possible emotion flit across his face before he landed on something akin to awe– she could see the silver lining his eyes and Elain cradled his face in her hands. She smiled again when his eyes met hers. “You okay? I lost you there for a moment.” 

“Truly? Elain, truly?” The hope in his voice nearly broke her heart when he heard it out loud. She couldn’t bear to let him suffer any longer. 

The care he’d taken with her was so delicate, so detailed. He’d known exactly when to push her and when to give her space. He’d cared for her and seen her in a way no one else ever had. And he loved her so overwhelmingly and so joyfully, it eclipsed any of the worry she’d felt over her own upbringing. He would make a wonderful father, and the fact that he wanted it so badly told her everything else she needed to know. 

“Truly, Lucien. If you still want this, I’m ready.” 

He laughed incredulously. “If I still– come here.” The words were lost in her yelp as he picked her up and swung her in a circle, melting into her laughter as she wrapped her legs around him. He pressed kisses all over her face, spinning until they were dizzy and he pulled them to the ground with a huff.

“I’d hoped you’d be happy about it.” And she had. She’d worried for weeks about how to tell him, gone back and forth on whether or not he’d be excited. She wasn't sure now why she’d ever worried. 

“There is nothing in the world that would make me happier.” The kiss he pressed to her lips was so tender it made tears burn in her eyes. She straddled his hips, pushing him gently back against the leg of the table as she deepened the kiss. 

“Good, now let’s see if that seller in Day was worth his salt.” She reached over their heads, delicately flicking the stem of the strange flower. They both looked up as a flare of golden shimmer took to the air above them, fragrant with something that smelled like a mix of freshly turned grass and honeysuckle as it dotted down through the air. 

She felt the lightest brush of it against her nose, scrunching it as a light laugh fell from her. She inhaled deeply, letting it tickle and burn as the fragrance overwhelmed her senses. At least it smelled nice. The flowers used to make their tea were horrid things, smelling of rot, which is why she’d never grown her own to steep. 

She inhaled primly again as the last of the glimmers faded from the air above her. She didn’t feel any different. 

“Well, that’s disappointing. Another seller’s gimmick, I suppose. Well, it doesn’t mean we can’t still–” Elain cut herself off as she looked down at her mate, his natural eye glowing a gold more potent than his magical one and filled with a singular emotion: hunger. 

“Oh.” The word slipped from her on a breathy whisper as his fingers gripped into her hips, pulling her closer to grind against his very obvious erection. 

Elain felt it then, a shimmering heat building past the normal, already scorching attraction that she felt every time she was around her mate. He used his hands to grind her down against him again, the sensation so magnified that she nearly collapsed against his chest. 

“Lucien…” He tipped his head back at the name on her lips, the tension palpable in his body beneath hers. 

Before she knew it, he was moving faster than even Elain could process with her fae eyes, the sound of fabric ripping as their bodies abruptly moved shocking her. When they settled, he was flat against the ground and she was resting on his upper chest, her dress torn in two and resting on each side of her in piles of fabric. He was already moving again before she could catch her breath, pushing her to his face, hands gripping her ass hard enough to bruise. She hoped it did. She loved when he was rough with her, loved seeing the evidence the next day, loved feeling his touch even hours after it had passed. 

“Now lean back, Elain, and let me see that pretty pussy of yours.” His voice was deep, rough with need and demand. No part of her wanted to argue. She leaned back on her hands as he pulled her hips forward, sighing when she felt his halting breaths against her inner thighs. Her underwear were still on, but she’d assumed he’d tear them off as he’d done the rest. She wasn’t prepared to feel his warm, dextrous fingers sliding the gusset to the side right before he plunged his tongue into the center of her. Elain let her head fall back, eyes closing as a moan tore from her, echoing off the walls. 

Lucien pulled her to him more forcefully at the sound, laving his tongue against her in flat broad strokes until her legs shook and she had to sit back up, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the table’s edge above them. 

“Oh, Lucien. Gods , don’t stop, please don’t stop.” He doubled down his efforts, swirling his wicked tongue against her clit as she writhed. She could feel herself coming apart, the string inside her pulling taut and the inferno in her lower belly growing hotter. He knew every inch of her intimately, knew what made her tick, what made her scream. 

She gripped the table so hard with one hand she feared it might crack beneath the pressure, letting her other hand lace into his hair as she involuntarily bucked her hips against him. 

“That’s right, love. Take what you need.” The words from between her legs made them tremble, her rhythm faltering then catching again as she swirled her hips against his face, riding closer and closer to her climax on his tongue. 

Lucien snaked a hand around her and between her legs, his fingers glazing over her entrance as she cried out. Her orgasm rushed her abruptly, hitting like the crash of waves and pulling her under. He licked her through it, the ferocity of his enthusiasm not wavering once. 

She moved to slide down his body, aching to feel him inside her, but he held tighter, pressing her back to his mouth as she writhed. 

She couldn’t, the feeling too sensitive, her body strung so tightly again and winding higher that it stole the breath from her lungs. 

“Again,” he demanded, and she wanted to, but the feeling of him against her, unwavering, relentless– it was too much. 

“Lucien, I can’t, I–”

“Again, Elain.” And he secured his lips around her clit and pulled firmly, the second orgasm nearly sending her toppling over him as her body shook. His grip on her eased, but barely, the sensations distant as she surfaced from her post climactic haze.  

He let her slide back this time, slowly, haltingly. Her movements didn’t feel entirely her own, the tremors in her body unceasing in the wake of the flames still licking at her. She wanted him. She wanted more. He was looking at her, propping his weight on his elbows as she slid back down his body. 

His eyes were otherworldly, the normally russet one swirling with depthless, glimmering gold. She wondered if hers looked the same. He looked at her as though he might devour her whole, as though he hadn’t already reduced her to a screaming mess on his lips twice now. Their breaths were heavy between them, the thrumming need still filling the air with restless energy. She couldn’t think of anything but him, her need for him. Elain pulled from the strength she rarely used, winding her fingers around the back of his neck and pulling him back to sitting, the remainder of her weight falling into his lap as their lips met ferociously.

Her hands found the buttons of his shirt, ripping it apart with a snarl before she had the good sense to stop herself. The buttons went flying, pinging off the glass and ground around them as Lucien groaned in satisfaction. It wasn’t often she let the fae side of herself take over, but their bedroom proclivities tended to bring it out of her. She snarled against his lips this time, grinding herself down onto him. The noises he made in her wake were enough to set her skin ablaze. 

She fumbled beneath herself at his trousers, undoing the buttons until he finally smiled against her mouth to help slide them free. 

“So eager, my fawn. Do you still need me so badly?” He laughed as he said the words, lips still pressed against hers, but his voice was strained. He needed her, too. 

She sank her teeth into his neck to punctuate her point. “Mine,” she whispered, feeling the tension in his body begging to be set free. “I want you to fill me, mark me, make sure everyone knows I’m yours.” 

 

Lucien POV

Lucien was lost in the way her wet cunt glided over his cock, the scent of his sweet mate perfuming the air around them. The plant had sent him reeling, all the things he already felt about Elain magnified, amplified, until he could scent, see, feel nothing else but her. She was the rising sun, the glowing moon, every star in the sky. And if he didn’t bury himself to the hilt inside of her soon, he would lose what little tether he had left on his sanity. 

He was lost to the feeling, lost to her, and he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to be found. 

He nearly saw stars when her delicately pointed teeth found his neck, dragging across his pulse point and sinking into his skin. “Mine. I want you to fill me, mark me, make sure everyone knows I’m yours.” 

The final fragile leash he had on himself broke, and he notched the crown of his cock at her entrance in one swift movement. The second he felt her sigh and relax against him, he buried himself within her. His wife. His mate. 

Elain gasped above him, her hips already moving to meet his thrusts. His equal in all things, his perfect match. And she wanted him. Trusted him. She wanted him to be the father of her children, to build this life with her. She had chosen him. 

The knowledge itself was almost more than the physical sensations. Hands moved across her back, circled her waist and held tightly as they moved together. She gasped above him with each movement, her sultry little exhales puffing against their sweat-slicked skin, shining together beneath the dim faelights. 

She was magnificent.

Lucien was of two minds. He could feel his normal worship of her, his appreciation of her beauty, her body, her mind. The fact that he was hers. But that primal side of him that was always there, lurking just under the surface, was roaring to the forefront, demanding to be heard. The mating bond was singing, screaming, pulling, reaching. He wanted to crawl inside of Elain and curl up within her ribs, wrap himself around her heart. He wanted to fuck her into the dirt of the greenhouse floor until she came screaming around his cock. He wanted her to return the favor immediately after. 

Claim, take, give, mine.

Claim, take, give, mine.

It was a prayer, it was a demand.

The thought of her pregnant with his child nearly made him come then and there, the searing heat wrapping around his spine overwhelming him as his rhythm faltered. She moaned and panted above him as she shifted her hips to take him deeper, thrusting down on him to meet each motion. 

She was delight, perfection. 

Her hands grasped at his shoulders, moving to the nape of his neck, tugging his hair while he bared his teeth and snarled. He was an animal, a spirit, nothing of his former self intact as Elain tightened impossibly around him. 

Claim, take, give, mine.

Her nipples dragged against his chest, her staccato gasps sharp in his ear, and he reached between them, circling her clit. 

“Come for me, Elain. Come on my cock and show me how much you want me.”

Lucien heard her cry out the moment that she fell apart around him. His breath forced from his lungs as though it had been pulled, the stuttering gasps as he thrust up into her. He was losing himself, falling fully into her. 

Elain was the beginning, Elain was the end. Elain was everything. 

“Come, Lucien. Come inside me and give me a baby.” Her words were a hoarse whisper against his neck, her body exhausted, but it was all Lucien’s body needed to fully lose control.  

The panels of glass shook around them while he came, nearly blacking out with the force of it as he banded his arms across Elain’s back, seeing stars behind his eyes as she whimpered against him. 

When Lucien’s breath returned, his eyes cracking open in the dark, Elain was still pressed against him, slumped into his chest. He felt almost normal again, the need back to a simmering level that he recognized, the one he always felt when he beheld his mate. They breathed as one, their hearts beating in time the way they always had, the gentle thrumming grounding Lucien as he stroked a hand down Elain’s spine. 

“Do you think it took?” She asked breathlessly, tracing her finger in slow patterns across his chest. 

Lucien exhaled in satisfaction, relishing in her gentle shivers as his fingers danced across her ribs and waist.

“I don’t know, but I am looking forward to perfecting the art until we find out.” 

With a wicked smile, he reached above them and flicked the plant again.