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tathrin · 9 months ago
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Yesssssss guess who just learned how to swap usb cords between mice tonight? That's right mate, we are unstoppable now. So you go ahead and discontinue the best mouse ever fucking made, Logitech, that's fine; I'm just going to ship-of-theseus my babies forever and you can't stop me.
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whumpmatsus · 3 years ago
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closer. [ Nenchuumatsu ]
In which Ichimatsu realizes that he enjoys being taken care of more than he wants to admit. Of course, the fact that he practically begs Choromatsu to stay while he feels bad is almost an admission.
The house is so cold tonight.
Or perhaps, just perhaps, it’s only Ichimatsu who’s cold. Because as far as he can tell, the temperature doesn’t seem to be bothering a single one of his brothers.
Meanwhile, he can’t seem to get warm no matter how hard he tries. He’s spent most of the day withdrawn from the rest of the family except for (or maybe including?) when he attempted to nap under the kotatsu. Choromatsu had to drag him out, insisting that one couldn’t sleep so close to an electric heat source, that Ichimatsu was going to end up burned if he did that, and chiding as usual, “What is wrong with you, Ichimatsu??”
Honestly, fuck if he knows what’s wrong. Apparently something given how he appears to be the only one freezing his ass off.
That’s the only odd thing he’s noticed so far today, other than being abnormally tired. But that part he chalks up to his selfish eldest brother stumbling in blind drunk last night and waking them all up, so it’s not too surprising. Most of the others end up sleeping on and off through the day, as well.
It’s just… unbearable. It’s like the cold has seeped into his bones, making his whole body stiff, and making him even grumpier than usual. The others markedly avoid him, seeing how irritated he is, probably too afraid of his wrath to ask if anything is going on.
He hates that more than anything. Although he likes time to himself and being left alone for the most part, he wishes someone would just ask. Then he could admit that, yeah, he’s not feeling so great. (If it’s anyone besides Karamatsu.) He might get a little fussing, some hands run through his hair or a hot cup of tea brought to him or a sympathetic, “Aww, poor Ichimatsu.”
That’s pathetic, isn’t it? He’s a grown man silently wishing for his dumb brothers to treat him like a little kid. If he really wanted it, surely he would just open his mouth and say so.
He… definitely can’t do that. Not without prompting. Not without being asked. That’s too Goddamn embarrassing.
That might be why, when he wakes up in the middle of the night, unable to stop shivering and feeling like his whole face is on fire, he doesn’t wake up any of his brothers.
Instead, he sneaks out of the futon like a teenager coming home after curfew, he goes into the other room, and he curls up on the couch.
Maybe one of the others will come looking for him. Maybe not. Maybe he could sleep all night here and not have to be near them. If he’s come down with something, it’s probably better that he tries to avoid them anyway, right? The six of them can bounce one stupid cold back and forth for weeks. They all just got over one. If he can keep from infecting any of them again, hopefully the house won’t be a fucking petri dish for the entire winter like it typically is.
He’s not sure how long he’s attempted to rest here when he feels someone’s hand, gentle and cautious, shaking his shoulder. “Ichimatsu? Ichimatsu, hey… how come you’re in here?”
Ah. It’s Choromatsu. The simple act of lifting his head causes Ichimatsu’s body to protest. There’s a horrible, squeezing pain clamped down on his teeth, and just breathing is painful; every inhale of air stings. He closes his eyes immediately, a clear grimace of pain etched onto his features.
Everything has gotten worse from when he initially woke up. His face is burning from the inside, and he’s got the worst headache of his life. It bears down like a vise around his head, stabbing from every angle. “Fuck…”
He doesn’t even think he has the energy to pretend he doesn’t want someone else here. His head is turned down against the cushions and an incredibly embarrassing whine forces its way out of him. “Don’t feel good.”
“O-oh… oh, gosh, that’s not good.” Obviously. But Choromatsu is trying, so any biting comments Ichimatsu might think up are kept to himself. “What doesn’t feel good? Is it your head?”
A nod is what he gets first, then Ichimatsu amends it by making a wide, circling gesture in front of his face. “All of it… I’m all stuffy… hurts to breathe through my nose… pain in my teeth…”
The cool hand of his older brother sets carefully against Ichimatsu’s forehead. It’s a welcome relief, though it doesn’t last too long. “Whoa, o-okay, you’re… you’re running a fever for sure. It sounds… like you have a sinus infection. Probably from that cold we all had last week.”
He can hear the frown in Choromatsu’s voice. “Is… that why you’ve been even more antisocial than usual? You’ve been feeling sick all day and didn’t tell us?”
“It wasn’t th-this bad before,” he says, defensively, as if none of them have ever used that excuse to chase off any of the others worrying. “I was just s… so cold… then I woke up and…” He huffs, trying to curl himself up tighter. “W-what are you even… doing up…?”
“Oh, Totty had to pee, and when we got up, we noticed you were missing. So I told him to go back to bed while I went to find you.” He runs a hand through his little brother’s hair. “Found you, hah.”
“… Yeah. You did.” God, when was the last time he was so tired? He wants to fall back asleep, but he just feels so shitty, he doesn’t think he can. A violent shudder runs through him, and as soon as he feels Choromatsu sitting beside him, he presses himself into his older brother’s side. “A-ah, I’m… I’m gonna freeze.”
Choromatsu chuckles softly. “Hmm, Ichi-sicle? Echh. You’ve got a fever, so it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to pile on the blankets…”
The younger of the two gives an absolutely miserably pleading look up. “J… just one��?”
“― Uh!” Choromatsu’s face reads as stunned, likely because none of them are used to Ichimatsu begging for anything. Especially for something as silly as a blanket. He reaches down to pat Ichimatsu’s shoulder in what he seems to hope is a reassuring gesture. “Well… I-I guess… a thin one would be alright. There’s probably one in the closet here…”
Within a moment, Ichimatsu is wrapped up, not too snugly… enough to take the edge off, though. He’s still shivering. His head still hurts. His teeth still hurt. Having something to tug around himself makes him feel a little better, so he’s relieved Choromatsu didn’t completely deny the request.
“There, how’s that?” he asks as he does a final adjustment to the blanket.
“I… it’s okay.” Ichimatsu wiggles himself closer to Choromatsu, because the other man feels a lot warmer than Ichimatsu is right now. “I still f-feel shitty. Like my head’s gonna explode.”
Choromatsu clicks his tongue. “Ah, yeah…” He tenderly strokes down Ichimatsu’s hair, eliciting quiet sighs from the ill sextuplet. Despite the fact that he thought any contact with his head would feel like hell right now, it… actually feels nice. Choromatsu’s touch is delicate, knowing how poorly his little brother feels right now. “I’ll see if I can get you to the doctor in the morning, okay? If it’s a sinus infection, it won’t get better on its own and you’ll need medicine.”
Ichimatsu nods, but his head just feels full and he winces from that little movement. As much as he hates going to the doctor, he hates being sick even more, so it’s a necessary evil.
It still feels like there’s no heat in the house. If none of the others feel it, however, it must just be his fever. How deceptive is that? A rise in body temperature is making him feel like he’s freezing to death? God has a sense of irony.
“Well,” Choromatsu sighs, pulling away, “if you really want to sleep in here, if it’s more comfortable for you… I guess I should leave you alone and ― o-oh!”
He’s interrupted by Ichimatsu pressing his head into his older brother’s side. He knows it’s not going to help, and yet, he certainly doesn’t want Choromatsu going anywhere. The other man is warm… plus… well… being by himself when he feels so miserable isn’t an appealing prospect.
“Oh… ah… Ichimatsu?” Things are silent for a moment, then he slips a hesitant arm around his younger brother. “Do you, um… want me to… stay for a little bit?”
There passes a moment where there’s nothing but the sound of Ichimatsu’s congested breathing. At last, he grips the leg of his big brother’s pajama pant and offers a small, self-conscious, “Y… yeah.”
The response clearly surprises Choromatsu, who gathers Ichimatsu against him like he’s some precious thing. “A-ah… gosh… of course I’ll stay with you.” He can’t remember the last time Ichimatsu spent any length of time huddled with anyone, except maybe Jyushimatsu. Even that’s a big maybe.
“Mmm.” Ichimatsu lets his eyes fall closed. When was the last time he just let one of his brothers care for him like this? Why doesn’t he let them do it more often? At the very least, Choromatsu is apparently willing to do so. “Choromatsu-nii-san… I’m still cold.”
“Oh, y-yeah, well… I don’t think another blanket would be a good idea. I… I don’t wanna make your fever worse.” His hand continues to caress his brother’s hair, making slow passes through the locks. Ichimatsu is sure he feels bad about saying no, particularly when some warmth is literally all Ichimatsu is asking for right now.
Ichimatsu hums in discontent. All he can imagine is some blissful heaven where he’s allowed to be wrapped up in something cozy. Where he’s allowed to sleep under the fucking kotatsu with no problems and no big brothers trying to stop him! “Can I have some tea?”
“Oh… oh, yeah, sure! Sure, I can make you some tea.” Choromatsu leans down to very, very tentatively brush a kiss over Ichimatsu’s forehead. The last time anyone did that kind of thing to Ichimatsu is so far in the past, neither of them can pull up an immediate memory. “Um, but… in order for me to do that… I have to get up.”
The very idea is a threat to the position they’ve just taken, so much so that Ichimatsu nudges his head harder against Choromatsu’s side. “No…”
“Shhh, shh, hey, it’s… it’s okay, Ichimacchan. It’s okay.” The understanding reassurances are coupled with another few swipes down his hair. Something about the way Choromatsu says it makes the growing panic in Ichimatsu’s chest calm down to barely nothing. “There, it’s alright. If you don’t want me to leave right now, then you’ll just have to wait a bit for your tea, that’s all. Does that sound alright? Try to get some sleep now, and then I’ll make you tea a little later?”
Ichimatsu nods groggily. He feels exhausted and ice-cold still and he just wants his big brother. Tea would be nice, but not if Choromatsu has to leave right now to make it for him. He’d rather have his brother than a cup of tea.
He eases readily into the almost-hug Choromatsu pulls him into. It’s been so long since he curled up with one of his older brothers, feeling small and fragile and safe. He forgot how nice it is to be taken care of.
“Ahaha… poor Ichimatsu.” Choromatsu rubs gingerly at Ichimatsu’s back, letting Ichimatsu muffle coughs against him. “It’s alright. I’ll take care of you. Try to get some rest, okay?”
“Mhm…” As Ichimatsu starts to drift off, he pulls his blanket a bit tighter. “Tea later, though… right?”
Choromatsu laughs and ruffles his little brother’s hair. “Yeah. Tea later. I promise.”
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malereader-inserts · 5 years ago
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How Do You Know?
Fandom: Criminal Mind Pairing: Bau Team & Male!Reader Summary: It turns out your team doesn’t know much about you, it’s okay, you understand the life of a profiler. Word Count: 1,275
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“I don’t think I have ever seen (Y/n) late.”
Prentiss had started a conversation about you, things she had never seen happen to you. She was convinced that you weren’t human, you were too perfect, no flaws to pick out. Then, everyone in the team decided to put their two cents in.
“Once,” Garcia said, “But barely late, it was ten minutes late and he was holding a coffee in hand. But, I don’t think I have ever seen him drunk.”
“I have,” Hotch came down to the bullpen to see why his team decided to talk about on their lunch break, “I was unaware what the reason why he was drinking but I ran into him at the bar. You wouldn’t realise he was drunk until you squint at him.”
“Would love to see him drunk,” Morgan chortle, patting Reid’s back, “Shame he never comes out on Team night.”
“I’d say he’s done good on skipping them out,” Rossi replied back, rubbing his temple before looking around the circle of the team, “Speaking of (Y/n), where is he now? I haven’t seen him all day.”
“He’s ill,” Hotch announced, cross his arms over his chest, “He called in at six, hacking his lungs out.”
“I don’t think he’s ever missed out work,” JJ realised, standing straight, “In the years we’ve known him, I’ve never seen him ill and if has been ill - he’s done a well-done job in concealing it.”
“There’s a lot of things we don’t know about him,” Morgan reconsidered, looking at boy genius, “Like, his he a dog person or a cat person? I’ve seen both hairs on his clothing.”
“Well, I’m going to check up on him after work, you’re welcome to join,” Aaron had suggested as the team looked at each other.
Garcia clapping her hands, “I can buy him cookies, that will make him happy right?” She looks at the team, looking if they know you like cookies, but JJ shrugged her shoulders - Garcia's nice gesture falls flat on her face.
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You hated being sick.
But, then again, you have never been this ill before. You’ve been moderately ill. A common cold here and there, nothing you couldn’t hide. But, you woke up at five in the morning, with the bed drenched in sweat, your chest tighten as your lungs rather be out of your body as your throat hacks out coughs. 
You somehow managed to get soup down you, with warm tea and, here and there with water. You’ve bundled yourself on the sofa of your living room, blankly watching Netflix whilst your dog lie upon your legs whilst your cat purr from her seat upon the coffee table - you have no energy to tell her off. 
You had to do something productive whilst you were ill. Turning off your television and putting your old record player on with the volume on soft, you move to the corner of your living room where your long window sits. Commonly known as your art corner, with pretty canvas on display to dry. You sit down on the floor, a smaller think blanket draped over your shoulders as you prepare your medium canvas. The acrylics you wanted to use, you started to sketch out what you wanted to paint.
You cat resting next to your art window, lying on the sill, pretending not to care about you but enjoying the warm sun against its fur. Your dog sitting underneath the low sill, wanting to be by the side of his best friend the cat and you. Sure, your insides were killing you from within but with the old record player playing music in the background with the warm spring sun beaming through the window of your apartment - you forgot your body was currently withering in.
A third into your painting, your hands to your wrist splattered with the odd colour of paint upon your skin, you hear a knock on your door. You ever content in sitting in your comfy corner to paint, with the reluctant trips to the bathroom to throw up or pee and an every-so-often visit to the kitchen for things that might stay down you.
You get up at the knocking on the door persisted, wrapping the blanket you had dropped in the middle of the living room around your shoulder as you slowly make your way down to the door. The knocking had stopped when you had turned the lock before opening the door.
“You look shit,” Morgan had blurted out upon sight before getting promptly smacked by Garcia with a disapproval look from Hotch.
“Oh,” You responded dully, “I’m aware.”
Your dog wiggles his face between the doorway and your leg, the big dog carrying the cat on it’s back, wondering who was greeting their beloved owner.
“You have pets?!” Emily exclaimed, promptly kneeling down to stroke both your pets.
“Um, yeah, little miss princess here is Mochi and her best friend, Rex,” you introduced before coving your mouth to hack out a violent cough. You smack your head against the door, then leant against it with a small groan escape your mouth.
“You relax,” Hotch giving you a look, dad mode instantly activating, “I’m sure you won’t mind the company for a few hours?”
“By all means, sure,” You open the door wider as your dog and cat run away into their home. You trudge your way back into the living room.
“Eaten?” JJ asked, her motherly instinct wanting to swarm you down, even more, when you shrug your shoulders pathetically.
“Barely,” You responded, “Doesn’t want to stay down really.”
“Well, you’re in luck,” JJ claps her hands, “I have a recipe for you, I make it for Henry and Will when they’re sick and it’s perfect for everyone else. Spence, Penny come help.”
Spence pats your head tenderly before following JJ into the kitchen, your lips twitch upwards, a soft smile drawing on your face as Morgan sits himself down on the sofa, playing with Rex as Emily took claim with your cat Mochi. You rolled your eyes.
“I’ll make you tea, sit down before you fall,” Hotch warns as you turn to look at Rossi, waiting for his comment.
“You paint?” He finally asked as you tilt your head in confusion, “Well, judging from your painted hands and the corner of art.” 
“Oh,” You let out with a sullen nod, “It’s a passion of mine.”
“How come you never said anything?” Rossi questioned as you knitted your eyebrows at him.
“Because profilers like to think they know everything about you until they realise they don’t,” You flat out exposed them, Hotch entering with steaming tea, “I know you guys quite well because I ask questions and pay attention to the smallest details. If you just focus on the smaller things you barely see the bigger picture. If you don’t ask, you don’t get to know. Like, would you have asked what sport I played in high school?”
“Football,” Morgan instinctively answered, you scoffed.
“Baseball and on the swimming team,” You correctly as a few eyebrows were raised, sitting down in your armchair, “I’m not mad, I know what you guys are like.”
“Huh?” Emily asked, narrowing her eyes, “What are we?”
“Bunch of fucking idiots.”
There was silence before the room erupted into laughter and chuckles, you lean your head back, relaxing in their comforting presence, despite being ill you had momentarily forgotten about it.
“Twenty questions anyone?” Hotch asked as you rolled your eyes, shaking your head but there was a fond smile on your face.
Ill or not, your team was always there to brighten your day.
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crazy-little-cool-cat · 6 years ago
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Hand in Glove - Chapter 2 | Ben Hardy x OFC
A/N: I was so blown away by the love the first chapter got, wow! Thank you so much! You're all so lovely! Anyways, I decided to take advantage of the fact that there's a storm outside to write the next chapter and it just came pouring out. So, there you have it! Now I won't feel bad if I won't have the time to write during the week because adulting is hard, y'all. Anyways, this chapter's flashback's are from Annabelle's POV and are in italics, so don't get it twisted.
Word Count:~2.6K
Warnings: Swearing. Ridiculous amount of fluff. (Like, sickening. Utterly disgusting.) Also, a few more drunk shenanigans and mentions of sex (but none actually happening? Is that even a warning?)
Chapter 1
***
Ben and Annabelle had knowingly started something they couldn’t finish. The dimly lit room was filled with sounds of the soft rustle of clothes on sheets, muffled moans and grunts and the humdrum of the TV playing in the background.
“You’re killing me, woman,” Ben groaned before he bit his bottom lip as Annabelle dragged her fingernails over his t-shirt and down his back, “Jesus.”
“I could stop,” laying under him, Annabelle raised an eyebrow, challenging Ben with a cheeky smirk, “wouldn’t want you to die.”
“Don’t you dare,” he snaked one hand under her top and up her ribs and took her bottom lip in between his teeth, nibbling on it gently with a content hum, “I just can’t get enough of this.”
“Enough of what?” she feigned innocence, batting her eyelashes at him.
“Enough of you,” he could feel goosebumps forming on her skin under his lips and chuckled softly, “seems like the feeling is mutual.”
Annabelle tilted her head back and to the side with a sigh and closed eyes, as Ben covered every inch of her neck and face with kisses. When she opened her eyes, she let out an audible gasp.
“Is it really light out?” she wondered and caused Ben to stop his kissing attack and turn his head to look at the early morning sun illuminating through the window as well, “did we really make out like horny teenagers all fucking night?”
“M'fraid so,” he shrugged and smiled lazily, “haven’t pulled an all-nighter like this one in ages.”
“It’s a good thing neither of us has work tomorrow,” she furrowed her brows, “er… today.”
“True,” he said and snickered when Annabelle yawned loudly, “am I boring you, love?”
“That’s impossible,” she kissed his lips sweetly and reached up to brush the back of her hand against his cheek, “I think my brain just realised how long I’ve been awake.”
“We could sleep,” Ben rolled off of her and laid next to her, turning on his side to face her, “or at least try.”
“But I hate alcohol sleep, it’s the worst sleep,” she pouted and snuggled closer up to Ben, burying her face in his chest, “you smell so nice.”
He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her even closer, resting his chin on the top of her head. His heartbeat lulled her to sleep, but Ben was wide awake.
***
I was late. Gwil invited me over for dinner with his mates and I got caught up on set, and now I was rushing like a madwoman because being late makes me horribly anxious. I let myself into Gwil’s flat, assuming everyone else had already got there by now but was surprised to find Ben sitting on the couch, alone.
“It’s just you here?” I looked around, “where is everybody?”
“You sound disappointed,” Ben smirked. This is the first time I’ve ever actually been completely alone with him since we first met, and I found it oddly exciting.
Sometimes it felt like our friends will do anything to make sure it’s never just him and me, alone. Like they enjoyed cock-blocking us. Tossers.
“Oh, no,” I walked over and put my hands on the back of the sofa, leaning forward on my arms, “quite the opposite.”
Ben’s eyes slowly raked up my body, his tongue poking out to lick his lips. Just then, the door burst open and Gwil, Joe, Rami and Lucy rushed in like a hurricane, ruining the moment before it even started, as they always did.
***
Ben stared blankly at the Top Gear re-runs playing on the TV while Annabelle slept, listening to her breathing softly. He couldn’t feel the arm she was laying on anymore and he assumed his bladder is about to explode, but he dared not move. He pushed her long, straight, brown hair over her shoulder and let the palm of his hand travel from her cheek, down to her jawline, softly caressing down the side of her neck.
“Feels nice,” she mumbled against his chest and wiggled her toes, “how long was I out?”
“About two hours,” he spoke so softly, yet she could feel the low rumble of his voice echoing in his chest.
“Did you get any sleep?” Annabelle leaned back to look into his bright green eyes, her cheeks flushed from sleep, and pouted playfully when he shook his head, “I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about,” Ben grazed his thumb over Annabelle’s lips and smiled when she kissed it softly, “did you sleep well?”
“Strangely, yeah,” she ran her fingers through his hair and he closed his eyes as he smiled, “what time is it, anyway?”
“I'm guessing it’s around Nine,” he grunted as he stretched to reach for his phone on the bedside table, “I need to take Frankie out for a walk before she pees all over the floor.”
“Oh.”
“You can join us,” he sat up and whistled for Frankie, smiling warmly as he heard the patter of her paws on the hardwood floors as she scrambled to jump on the bed, “if you want.”
***
It wasn’t even my idea. Gwil insisted that I brought my friends over to the pub one night because he felt like he was stealing me away from them. I warned him not to. I told him how annoying we all are, but he wouldn’t listen. So now, he got to witness first hand the weird little ‘love-triangle’ we had and his competitive side kicked into gear. Ben, Gwil, Rami and Joe were determined to ‘out-friend’ us and they were losing, fast.
“Do you people ever get sick of each other?” Gwil asked, looking from me to my two cast-mates.
“No,” we choired.
“We’re just as bad as you are,” Clara, who plays my sister on our series, gestured with her hand across the table where Gwil’s cast-mates sat alongside him, “if not worse.”
“Disgusting,” Joe shook his head mockingly, eliciting very animated nods from Rami, “positively repulsive.”
“I know you are,” I tried not to slur but I was way past drunk by now, “but what am I?”
“Bloody adorable, is what you are!” Jamie, who plays King Henry VIII, pinched my cheek playfully.
I noticed Ben grit his teeth at that very moment, and shot him a puzzled look. In the blink of an eye, his face turned neutral again and he was calmly sipping his beer, avoiding my questioning gaze.
“Alright, you royal pains in the arse,” Clara clapped her hands to get our attention, “time to go. Long day tomorrow!"
“What’s happening tomorrow?” Joe looked like a confused puppy, making me giggle uncontrollably.
“Tomorrow,” Jamie drawled as he twirled a lock of my hair around his finger, “King Henry finally gets a taste of the one he can’t have. Yet.”
“Seriously?” Gwil was incredulous, “the one day we can finally come visit you on set and I have to watch my cousin’s sex scenes?”
“Woo!” Joe high-fived Ben as if they won something.
“It’s not a sex scene!” I felt my cheeks burn.
“Boo!” Joe and Ben chanted and frowned, causing Rami to bang his forehead against the table and Gwil make gagging noises.
***
Annabelle stared at the last text Ben had sent her after he and Frankie walked her home for what she felt like was hours, but was actually just a couple of minutes.
‘I could still smell you here when I got home. I can’t wait to get you alone again.’
She didn’t really know what it was she was doing with Ben, exactly. She never experienced anything like this before, an inexplicable chemistry and attraction with one person that just felt so incredibly right and natural. Annabelle was never one to commit very easily, but she doesn’t date or hook-up much, either. Most of her friends are guys, most girls hate her for being surrounded by men all the time, even if they were just her friends.
Frankly, she hated the dating “game”. It always ended up going to shit, and she could never seem to know how to pick the 'right' guy. Even Jamie, as much as she adores him and despite the attraction and chemistry, was all kinds of wrong for her and she constantly beat herself up for even going there in the first place. When shit hit the fan with Jamie, as it did with everyone else, she opted to waste her time with him in a non-comittal way and give up on dating altogether. They had such a horrible dynamic as a couple, brief as it was, that they went right back to being friends with benefits, no questions asked.
But with Ben, it was completely different. Since the very first time they had met, Ben had the ability to make her stomach flutter and her heart lurch, but still make her feel comfortable enough to be her true self. The way he had always looked at her made her feel oddly special, like he can’t see anyone else besides her whenever she’s around. She found that she always looked at him for his reaction when she told a story or spoke to him and his friends, and whenever the rare occasion happened that they were left alone for a couple of minutes, she couldn’t help but think about what his lips would feel like.
Then the other night happened, and she finally learnt what his kisses tasted and felt like and how her body and his body just fit. Now he knows what she looks like when she wakes up after getting completely sloshed, and she knows what it feels like when his body is pressed up to hers, covering every inch of her.
She completely forgot she made plans with Gwil for the rest of the day, and as she washed the dirty dishes in the sink and made herself tea still wearing last night’s clothes, she was totally lost in thought about the previous night’s events.
When Gwil entered Annie’s flat using the spare key she gave him after knocking on the door five times with no response, he could hear her singing in the kitchen while dishes clattered. He closed the door loud enough for it to be considered a slam and walked over to the kitchen, chuckling when he saw her wearing the same clothes she did the night before.
“I take it you had a good night, then?” Gwil cut her train of thought and she jumped, startled by his sudden appearance in the door to her kitchen, “whoops, didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Jesus Christ almighty, Gwil!” she panted, her hand pressed to her chest, “stop sneaking around!”
“I called and texted you like, a hundred times!” He went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of beer, opening it with a hit on the cap against the edge of the counter top.
“Keep up with the cheek and I’ll take the key to my flat back,” she hopped on the counter and stuck her tongue out at him, “you Praying Mantis.”
"Oh, that’s a really good one, calling me a bloody insect,” he scoffed, “did Jamie at least drive you home this time?”
“Why would Jamie drive me home?” she stifled a yawn and rubbed her eyes.
“Didn’t you meet him at the pub?”
“Uh,” Annie fumbled with the lace trimming at the hem of her top, “no, actually.”
“Who did you meet, then?” Gwil raised an eyebrow.
“Ben," she felt like a deer in the headlights, knowing her confession will be followed by a thorough interrogation, threats to her life and a lot of wailing on Gwil's behalf. This isn't the first time she took a special interest in one of his mates and he never took the news too well.
“Come again?” he lowered his beer bottle and blinked in confusion.
“I was out with Ben.”
“My Ben?” he gasped, "please tell me there's another Ben..."
“Our Ben.”
***
Ben and I walked down the path in the nearby park, side by side, as Frankie trotted happily, ears flapping and tail wagging, on her late morning walk.
“C’mere for a second,” Ben wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him, leaning down to kiss me, “thanks, that would be all.”
“Glad to be of service,” I rolled my eyes and stumbled when Frankie pulled hard on the leash, desperate to run and play, “can we release the poor girl?”
“Sure,” Ben took out his pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his back put one in his mouth, letting it dangle from his lips as he spoke, “want one?”
“Not my thing,” I crouched down and unhooked Frankie’s leash from her collar, smiling when the pup bolted in a clumsy little stampede on the grass.
When I stood back up, Ben took my hand and led me to a nearby tree we could sit under. Leaning against the tree, Ben spread his legs and bent them for me to sit in between. I leaned back into him, using his knees as armrests.
“This is so weird,” I mused, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this comfortable around another person who doesn't share some part of my DNA, ever.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He kissed the top of my head before taking another drag from his cigarette.
“You’d better,” I smirked, “but really, isn’t this weird?”
“It’s unusual, yeah,” I felt him nod slightly, “but I like it.”
“Obviously,” I turned and tilted my head back to look at him. He glanced down at me and nuzzled his nose with mine, “aren’t the boys worried about you not answering their texts?”
“Let them worry,” he shrugged and inhaled deeply, finishing off his smoke, “I think they’ve probably guessed that I’m busy.”
“I bet they’re jealous of whoever stole you from them.”
“I know they are, for a fact.”
***
The boys sat in the catering tent for their lunch break, catching up on each other’s whereabouts during the weekend. Somehow, it turned into Gwil sharing lovely tales about Annabelle’s party-girl past and her conquests during that very self-destructive phase of her life. There was even one story of how Gwil walked in on Annabelle and Jamie in the loo at the wedding they had all attended just a couple of months earlier.
“Let me get this straight - you’re telling me that you went out with a girl you actually claimed was 'illegally hot', both got drunk, went back to your place and didn’t bang?” Joe raised an eyebrow.
“I call bullshit.” Rami announced.
“I don't care,” Ben scoffed.
“She told me the exact same story, actually,” Gwil chimed in as he reached for his can of soda, “and she’s not shy about admitting to her occasional slaggish tendencies.”
“Call her a slag one more time,” Ben pointed at Gwil with his fork, “I dare you.”
“Oh, relax, Romeo,” Gwil rolled his eyes, “but seriously, she swore all they did was dry hump like the cute little puppies in heat that they are.”
“Thanks for the mental image, man,” Joe pursed his lips to stifle a laugh, “I still find it hard to believe.”
“So, what,” Rami said after listening to the heated discussion, “are you her boyfriend now?”
“Nope.” Ben replied, his eyes fixated on his plate.
“They’re taking it slow,” Gwil made air-quotes with his fingers, eliciting sneers from Rami and Joe.
“Oh, fuck off,” Ben threw his utensils on the table and slammed his hand down, before he abruptly stood up, making his chair fall behind him, “knobheads.”
“Come on, mate! We’re just taking a piss!” Gwil called after Ben’s receding back, to no avail. The only response he got from Ben was his middle finger up in the air.
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[As always; chapter warnings contain spoilers!] THIS CHAPTER: blowjob, watersports (golden showers), anal fingering, analingus, masturbation, dirty talk, prostate-prodding.
NOTES: So hey, sorry it's been so long since I updated this; November is really busy for me, but I'm definitely never gonna forget about it until it's done. Don't worry.
Next time they're going to go even further!
=Chapter 17
Much to Yang’s disappointment, Ruby didn’t find it necessary to take her own turn. She compromised by giving Yang a foot massage, and Yang tried not to groan too loudly while she did. She also tried to ignore the “problem” that had been sat on by her mother, and only somewhat succeeded. Not that her half-sister was any help.
So eventually they gave into temptation and took things into the bathroom for a quick release. Ruby’s hands and mouth were enough, and Yang tried not to moan loud enough to be heard over the exhaust fan. It really was incredible how much she seemed to enjoy tasting her essence. Did most girls like that? From what she heard, they definitely did not; blowjobs were something they did out of obligation, and while they might relish being able to give their significant others pleasure, the taste was just something they put up with. Ruby was the outlier, not the norm.
But as usual, when she asked to get her back, Ruby declined with a smile on her face. She really just wasn’t as excited about receiving pleasure as she was giving it. Yang asked about that once they were back on the couch.
“I know it’s pretty weird,” Ruby agreed. “But… it’s not that I don’t want you doing it, obviously. Since I grinded against you that time.”
“Good time,” Yang sighed, and they both smiled. “And I guess I kinda get it. As long as you’re sure it’s not, like… that you don’t want it to be me.”
The shorter girl snuggled closer to her. “Of course I do. Literally, I don’t want anybody else touching me there, ever! And you… well, maybe. Guess I’m just shy.”
But that didn’t seem like the whole story. However, Yang felt guilty for having pushed as much as she did, so she definitely didn’t want to push any further.
So they left things there and continued on with their day. The next time they saw Summer, she was a lot better behaved, simply sitting and chatting with the girls about small things. As an apology for the whole situation, she decided to take them all out shopping, and they had a great time trying on various clothes, coveting handbags they couldn’t afford (Ruby didn’t care as much as the other two but she still could ooh and ahh over the designs), and generally burying some of the lingering weirdness. Though she still never did go back to treating Yang like a second daughter, neither did she keep almost-flirting with her, which was a huge relief.
Ruby also bought a few more pairs of nice-looking sandals while they were out, continuously asking Yang how she looked in them. She tried not to blush too much, and Summer was kind enough not to comment.
Dinner that night was Thai food, which Yang had never tried very many times given that she already got so many friends pushing Chinese food on her already. They all liked it, especially the orangey tea that came with it. After that, they finally got around to watching Frozen and the two couples cuddled, even if the dad didn’t quite realise that was what was going on.
The next day, Ruby slipped into Yang’s shower again with a unique request.
“I’m not gonna pee on you,” she answered immediately in a flat tone.
“Come on, please? Just try it once?”
Yang tried to keep washing herself, despite how hard she was already getting from the naked Ruby on her knees. “N-no! Seriously, that’s fucking gross, even for us!”
“It’s not really that gross,” she protested, petting up and down Yang’s legs as she massaged shampoo into her hair. “I mean, we’re already in the shower, and pee is sterile; I can just wash it off right after.”
“Well… maybe I don’t have to pee right now.” She wasn’t being entirely truthful; she did have to pee, mostly because the growing erection was starting to press on her bladder. But it was at least hypothetically true.
“Please, just one time? If I don’t like it or you’re too freaked out, we never have to do it again.”
Rolling her eyes, she burst out, “What is it with you trying things ‘just one time’ that most people would never try in a million years?!”
“I’m curious,” she pouted.
“Why? Why are you curious about this of all things?!”
Ears growing a little redder, Ruby averted her eyes before answering. “Well… okay, I read this fanfic last night…”
“You can stop there,” she sighed as she leaned back to rinse away her shampoo. Once she was done and Ruby was still kneeling in front of her, she grunted, “Fine. One time and that’s it, but I want you to remember that I don’t really wanna do this. I’m only agreeing because like you said, it’s not gonna hurt anything.”
“YAY!” she burst out, clapping her hands. “Just don’t get it in my mouth if you can help it; like… I’m not that curious.”
“Oh, yeah, sure. Totally normal now.” She felt a finger poke her thigh in mild rebuke, and she grinned. “Alright. Um… where… do you want… GOD this is weird.”
The kneeling woman shrugged, turning her face up. “Wherever. I just wanna try it, see how I feel. It sounds pretty kinky.”
“If you say so.”
As Yang took aim, she started to wonder if this was going to be their lives. Trying increasingly “kinky” things that Ruby read about online. When would the whips and chains come into play? Never, if she had anything to say about it… but Ruby seemed to be capable of getting her to try anything once.
When she loosed the stream of pale yellow liquid onto her half-sister’s face, Ruby let out a half-sigh, half-moan that made Yang have to push down a little on her length to keep it splashing onto her instead of shooting up and over. It was bad enough she had to pee like this most mornings, let alone doing it now! Not having any better idea, she more or less guided the stream all over her face, then onto her head, then barely managed to point it low enough to splash across her chest and shoulders. The whole experience was pretty bizarre for Yang, and by the time she ran dry, she was blushing and feeling a little ill.
And Ruby looked to be about the same. When she stood up, Yang immediately moved out of the way so she could rinse herself off. Only when she was done did she turn back to speak.
“That… was… AWESOME! I mean, I don’t really know if I wanna do it again, but like, watching your dick whizz all over me like that?! It was so warm and it stank but not like, in a bad way! And I didn’t know where you were gonna pee on me next, and… I don’t know!”
“Um… okay,” Yang chuckled anxiously. “I’m glad you didn’t hate it, I guess?”
Once she had started soaping up, she smiled over at Yang. “Okay, okay, I get it. You’re not into that one.”
“Nah. Like… it was a little hot because of your expression, but I just don’t like the idea of treating you like that, I guess. Like you’re…”
“Beneath you?”
“Yeah. It doesn’t make me feel good. I’d rather do stuff that’s more… equal, I guess? Is that weird?”
Immediately, she put the loofah down and reached up to hold Yang’s arms, silver eyes looking into her own earnestly. “We don’t have to do it again. I get it; you wanna treat me right, and to you, peeing on me is bad. But I don’t feel, like… hurt, or disrespected, or anything like that. Okay?”
Nodding, she leaned her head against Ruby’s. Now she felt bad, since Ruby had clearly really enjoyed this experiment even if Yang did not. “I know all that. Just… still weird and new. But it’s all me; you didn’t do anything wrong. Maybe after I have more time…?”
“Nah, I get it. Put that one aside. It’s kinda sweet in a way.” They shared a brief kiss to dispel their weird feelings. “Now, you mind washing my back?”
Of course, when she turned around so Yang could do that, she wiggled her butt at her and angled it back to push against Yang’s erection. Again. Maybe she hadn’t liked peeing on her, but it was still erotic to be in a shower with the girl who drove her crazy; even feeling weird about the golden shower wasn’t enough to make that go away.
As Yang picked up the loofah, she whispered, “Before you ask, yes, I still like your butt.”
“Didn’t have to ask,” she giggled. Then she sighed as she felt the gentle motions of the soapy sponge. “Mm… I could just stay like this forever.”
It didn’t take long for her to finish her back. Then she moved aside a little so she could begin washing over said butt. Ruby seemed completely at peace with it, arching her back and standing on tiptoe so she could have an easier time reaching everywhere. Should she? Deciding she might as well, she began to push the loofah between the soft cheeks.
“O-oh,” Ruby breathed, a little surprised but not protesting. One of her hands came up to brace against the wall. As Yang’s fingers pushed into the sensitive skin through the plastic threads of the shower sponge, she began to groan a little.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” she whispered. “Um… it’s kinda… nice, but the loofah doesn’t feel good there. Like, it’s too rough.”
She had to chuckle, “It’s supposed to be rough, to get you clean.”
“R-right, but can you… use your fingers instead?”
“What?” Her hand movements stilled. “Use them… to wash your ass, or something else?”
“Just that.” Seemed Ruby was still a little “shy” about being touched in that other area. Yet the way she was flexing her cheeks was telling Yang that she didn’t mind what they were doing at present. To show her that was okay, she leaned in to kiss her shoulder.
“Okay.”
When Yang hung the loofah up and moved her soapy fingers back to Ruby’s crack, she felt the cheeks were a little more tensed than before. Another kiss on her shoulder and they loosened, and she was able to slide her middle finger in there.
“A-ah!” Ruby breathed, shuddering to feel the tightly-clenched opening teased. The harder Yang rubbed, the more she pushed her hips backward for more. Though she never would have expected it, Ruby liked this. Even though she wasn’t ready for anything to be happening around the front, apparently her uncertainty had left the back door unlocked.
More and more, Yang ground her fingertip against the pucker, and she could feel it flexing and pulsing. Her free hand moved around to hold Ruby’s stomach as she teased and prodded. When she felt it begin to give a little, she leaned a little forward so Ruby could hear her whispering.
“Still good?”
“I… y-yeah,” she admitted. Then she spasmed, dipping her head slightly as she braced against the wall. “D-don’t worry, I’m fine!”
So little by little, Yang felt her fingertip being taken in by the ring of muscle. She had never done this before, and had no reason to believe she was doing it properly now, but Ruby didn’t seem to be hating any of it. Her hips twisted in futile attempts to disperse the feelings that were so unusual for her, but it was definitely a reflex action rather than a conscious one.
“Y-you really do like my butt,” Ruby half-laughed, half-panted when she felt one of her cheeks being poked.
“Yeah.” What was the point in denying it? Anybody lucky enough to do this for Ruby would be enjoying it the way she was. “And you really like it in the butt.”
There was a clenching around her finger as Ruby whispered, “Shut up!” But she wasn’t stopping her or denying the truth. As her fingertip began to sink in past the tip, she let out a noise a little more like a whine. “Yang! It’s… so weird, it’s really going in!”
Truer words were never spoken. Yang was definitely going in there, and she was definitely in agreement that it was weird. A knuckle slipped past the clenching muscles and Ruby gasped again, and Yang felt herself throb. Why was this such a turn-on? Well, there was obviously the part where she was allowed to slip any part of herself into Ruby’s body, which was always arousing no matter what or where. But for some reason, there was such a taboo about that part of the human anatomy. Sort of like with feet or peeing; dirty parts, ones that were “bad” to think of sexually. Were they just irredeemable perverts?
In no time at all, Yang’s finger was all the way in. Ruby’s face was completely red but she was taking it like a champ, pushing her hips back against the hand once in awhile. The more they worked at it, the more Ruby seemed to be okay with the fact that…
“I’m fingering your butt,” Yang breathed. Her half-sister shivered, but made no comment. “Um… do you like it? I’ve never done this…”
“Yeah,” she admitted shamefacedly. “It’s… I don’t know, I like it, but it’s a really weird feeling. Like, backwards. Y’know? Because usually-”
“I get it, I get it,” Yang headed her off. She didn’t really want to think about what “usually” meant. As she began to let her finger squirm from side to side, she whispered, “It’s pretty hot. You’re really tight back here.”
That prompted Ruby to moan slightly, lowering her head and closing her eyes. When Yang began to push in and out rapidly, really fingering her there, Ruby started to grunt and whine as if it were painful, though Yang knew that wasn’t the case; it was just overwhelming for her. Probably would be the same for her if she ever tried that.
Did she want to? Before, not really… though she had considered it if she ended up with a guy. They would want to fuck her there, obviously; it was the only “vagina” she owned for now. She had a lot of mixed feelings about that, about her sex organ and what it meant that she still had the one she did. But she hadn’t given anal a lot of thought. Now, Ruby was making her a lot more curious. Maybe during some future shower, she would bend over for her… or maybe not. She honestly wasn’t sure.
“Mmm, Yang… can you…” Licking her lips, she tried again, “Do you wanna put that in there?”
“Huh?” Looking down, she saw she had been grinding herself against Ruby’s hip a little, and she laughed self-consciously. “O-oh, sorry.”
“No, I mean it. Do you? Wanna try…?”
Eyes going wide, she whispered, “Really? I mean… that’s a lot different than a finger, right?”
“Do it. I’m…” Shrugging one shoulder, she tried not to sound too nervous and self-conscious. “I w-want you inside me, b-but I’m still… not sure about… I…”
Yang kissed her neck tenderly, trying to show her that she didn’t mind; that she didn’t hate Ruby for needing more time before they tried pleasuring her that way. She still didn’t totally understand why she was so resistant, but she liked Ruby for who she was, not because she owned a vagina. It didn’t bother her that they hadn’t done it yet, and it wouldn’t if they never did it.
“We can try,” she promised her softly, wiggling her finger a little more. “I’m gonna go really slow, okay? And um… and if it starts to feel like too much, all you gotta do is tell me to stop.”
“Okay. Um…” She bit her lip as she pushed her hips backwards, then whispered, “You’re gonna put it in me. I know it’s a… place you didn’t expect, but I’m still…”
Nodding her agreement with that sentiment, Yang began to pull her finger out. “Here we go…” Then she made the switch.
“Oh? OH! Wow, that’s so much bigger! It’s… is it in? Did you put it in?”
“Not yet,” Yang admitted, trying to move it around a little to get it to work itself inside of her. Not that it was going. So far, all she was managing to do was push the head up against the opening and wait. Ruby’s butt had taken her finger with a little coaxing; maybe they just needed more time with this, too.
And time did pass. Ruby panted, working her hips from side to side, trying to accept more of Yang… to no avail. Somehow, even though their skin was wet and there was a little soap on it, she still felt stuck.
“Well… um, maybe if you put more soap on it? O-or… I dunno…”
“I don’t think this is working,” Yang admitted at last, though she was still pushing it a little here and there. “Like, your butthole is too small!”
“Or you’re too big! God, you and your big, beautiful cock!”
Laughing and rolling her eyes, she said, “It’s not that big, dude. I’m pretty average… but thanks.” Then she licked her lips and pulled at the sides of her cheeks, trying to thrust in a little more.
“AH! Oh God, don’t- OW, ow ow ow!”
With a “SHIT!”, Yang drew back away completely, one hand still on Ruby’s hip as she turned her slightly. “Are you okay?! Fuck, I didn’t m-mean to-”
“I’m fine,” she panted, face looking a little pale but otherwise smiling at her half-sister. “Really, I- I mean it, it didn’t hurt that much. I said ‘ow’ because it felt like it was going to hurt more? If that makes sense…”
“Oh… w-well, yeah, that’s good then. I’m glad you told me so I could stop!” They both shared a breathy little laugh of relief, leaning their foreheads together. Then Yang patted her butt. “Um, I think we should cut that out for right now.”
“For sure. Like, I’ve read before that lube is important, and this kinda makes that sound legit.”
“Can I take a look? To make sure you’re okay?”
Biting her lip for a minute, she averted her silvery eyes. “You wanna look at my butthole? I’m… are you sure? It’s probably weird-looking. Especially after all that.”
“I don’t care,” Yang snorted, and Ruby smiled at her. “Here, just… assume the position.”
“Yes, ma’am,” she said with a chuckle as she turned around again, and Yang crouched behind her. Both thumbs helped ease the cheeks open, and she looked at the puckered pink opening from first one angle, then another. It looked normal; there was no blood, which was the part she had been terrified about. There was a temptation to look at something just a little further down… but she was worried about how self-conscious Ruby seemed to be about that part of her anatomy.
When she used a fingertip to pet over the sensitive skin, Ruby shivered but didn’t cry out in almost-pain again. Satisfied that she looked okay, she pressed her lips in against the skin.
“OH!”
Drawing back, she asked, “Are you alright up there?”
“Y-you put your mouth on it! Is that… I m-mean, doesn’t it taste bad?”
“Oh…” Licking her lips, she mostly tasted soap, which did taste bad but not in the way Ruby meant. “Not really. I just cleaned you back here, remember?”
“That’s true…” Yang kissed again, and she sighed in mingling enjoyment and relief. “Ohhh, Yang… do you know how you make me feel?”
A vague smile pulled at her lips as she continued kissing, very light but frequently. Little by little, the soapy flavour began to fade, replaced with… something she couldn’t quite describe. It was so vague there was almost no point in bothering to pinpoint it, but she knew she didn’t mind. Enough so that she was even considering…
When Yang’s tongue began to work its way inside, Ruby squealed, “What is that? What the hell is that?!” But Yang didn’t answer, knowing she would figure it out. Sure enough: “Are you… Yang, is that your tongue? WHY?!”
The only answer was a “Mmmm” from the blonde as she continued to worm her tongue deeper into the warm, tight channel. Ruby was back to making the sounds of pleasure, and that was reason enough for her to keep at it. Her own arousal was throbbing below, and she had a feeling Ruby’s was the same, but she didn’t dare try to find out for fear of upsetting her.
She liked this. They both liked this.
“You’re eating my ass!” Ruby finally breathed, leaning against the wall. “Yang! Do you… is it really okay? It’s not too gross?” She got another hum of enjoyment, and gave a breathy laugh of her own. “You like it! Mmm, I… I don’t know, I think I do, too! God, Yang, how do you do this to me?”
When Yang began to pet up and down the inside of her thigh, she shivered. Seemed she was turned on, even if she was still iffy about how to handle that. Once, she passed her hand up a little high and felt the back of Ruby’s fingers, and she held fast in surprise.
“Sorry! It’s so good, I n-need…” But she didn’t elaborate. And Yang didn’t push to replace her hand, either; this was how she was comfortable, and this was what they would do.
And listening to Ruby get herself off was incredible. Knowing she was helping made Yang even harder, and she lowered one hand to fondle her length just a little. She wanted to let Ruby finish and not make this about herself, but she couldn’t help at least giving it a little attention while her tongue was deep in her half-sister’s rear, waving back and forth while she used her fingers to bring herself off.
It didn’t take that long. Within another minute, she was standing on tiptoe and arching her back, letting out mewling noises as the full force of her orgasm bowled her over. Several spasms and an “Oh, YANG! YES!” later and it was all over, Ruby deflating into a more relaxed posture.
“Hmmhh?” Yang asked without words, still kissing at the skin around her tongue and waggling it to and fro.
“Y-yeah, you can… you can pull out…” When Yang did at a fairly gradual pace, a long shuddering groan fell from Ruby until it was gone. After a few breaths to recover, she turned to the side to smile down at her sister. “Mmm… oh wow, that was… fun? Can I say ‘fun’ and it not be a wrong word?”
“You can say whatever you want,” she snorted as she pet up and down her calf. “I’m… yeah, I’m pretty surprised we just tried that, too. But you sounded like you liked it. And I did, too! Like, it was weird, but not bad at all! You felt… I dunno. Warm around my tongue. It was kinda nice.”
At that, Ruby smiled bashfully. “Yang… you’re so good to me. You really meant it, you like all of me. My toes, my butthole…”
“Stop,” she grunted.
“No, I’m not teasing this time. It makes me feel really happy that you like so much of me, even when it’s stuff nobody else would care about. Especially that.”
The heartfelt words made Yang’s pulse quicken slightly, and she smiled up at her half-sister. Then she reached down to raise her toes to her lips and give them a quick little kiss. Ruby’s breath caught and one of her fists went up to nestle under her chin, which was such a cute reaction that Yang had to giggle as she released her foot.
“I just like you a hell of a lot. Your whole body is my fave.”
The blushing girl reached down to push her big toe against Yang’s length, gradually forcing it downward. Yang groaned in pleasure; again, it could have been any part of Ruby and she would have reacted the same way, but she also fully expected Ruby to think it was just her “magical” feet.
“And my whole body likes you, too,” she whispered. Then she began to sink down to Yang’s level, carefully holding onto the towel rack. “Um… I w-want to get you off, too. Can I?”
Yang only nodded. Then when Ruby began to angle her head downward, she yelped, “Hey, w-wait…”
“What?”
“Don’t you remember where that’s been?”
“Huh? Oh…” Blushing a little deeper, she glanced at the tip and then back up at her face. “W-well, you said my butt was clean already… but that’s a good idea.” She reached up to get the loofah, added some more soap and began to buff the tip of Yang’s cock, which made Yang giggle. They both shared a grin, and Ruby began to hum a little tune as if this were something she cleaned every day.
“Whistle while you work, huh?”
Ruby dipped her head a bit lower, though she didn’t look too abashed. “Sorry… but you already know I love-”
“Playing with my dick,” Yang finished in a monotone for her. They both shared a grin. Then she began to move the loofah lower. “Wait… what are you- Ruby, hey!”
“You were nice enough to do this for me,” she purred as she scrubbed just beneath her sack, heading down further. But when Yang clenched, she stopped. “We don’t have to, though. I just thought you might like it, since I did. Way more than I thought I would, too.”
Those words echoed in Yang’s mind. Way more? She had wound up with a tongue in there, and it got her so hot that she got herself off for maybe the third time in her entire life. So there was every reason to believe…
“Okay,” she sighed nervously as she unclenched, raising her leg up a little more to give Ruby some room to work with. “But like… go slow?”
With a vigorous nod, Ruby started in. At first, it didn’t feel like anything special; a little more sensitive than usual because Yang had a boner so hard that a cat couldn’t scratch it, but still much the same as it would when cleaning it herself. One of Ruby’s hands caught some water and rinsed off said boner before she began kissing down along the length, which also made the “washing” a little more intense.
“Mmm,” Ruby breathed when Yang gave a little more of a spasm. “Getting into it a little?”
“Yeah… wow, that’s kinda weird.”
“Here.” The loofah disappeared, replaced with Ruby’s finger. That definitely helped; the smoothness of the finger was a lot more welcome than the rough fibers. Unlike before, however, her younger half-sibling seemed to be determined to get things off to a speedy start.
“Whoa, hey, slow down!” she gasped.
“Sorry!” she breathed as the fingertip slowed. Her mouth began to take Yang’s head in again, her other hand grasping its firm staff to hold it steady. Everything together was a bit overwhelming, but she could appreciate Ruby having learned how to go down on her by now. And learning from Yang’s efforts to finger her in the same unlikely zone.
It didn’t take long for Yang’s taut ring of muscle to begin to yield. She had never been penetrated there, and wasn’t sure if she would like it. Sure, she had given it some thought on occasion - especially when she thought she might date guys. They would have to do it there, wouldn’t they? She’d read something about using the thighs, but that just didn’t seem like it would satisfy the average man. Then there was the possibility of having surgery to get what most girls already had, but that would be a long, long way away. If it ever happened; Yang still hadn’t decided.
And now that she was with Ruby, who liked her dick so much… maybe she’d just keep it.
A particularly vigorous push of the finger made Yang open up to her, and she let out a shaky gasp of surprise. “Ruby! Y-you… oh my god…”
“Hmmhh?” she asked from around her girth, taking it a little deeper. Not that she could take Yang all the way into her throat, but she seemed to manage a tiny bit more with each time this happened.
“My ass…” The finger slipped a little further in, past the first knuckle, and Yang’s eyes flew wide. It felt as good as Ruby’s reactions suggested it would; very strange, and not the same kind of easy-to-understand “good” as being jerked off, or kissing, or anything like that. But somehow it was still highly satisfying. Yang slid her leg up the side of the tub, dangling it over the lip. That would probably get the floor a little wet, but she couldn’t worry about that right now.
“Ooh,” Ruby whispered as she pulled off her dick, stroking it while her mouth wasn’t there so that Yang wouldn’t lose any pleasure for that moment. “You really like this, huh?”
“Sh-shut up! God…”
“No, no, I love it.” The second knuckle was at the gates now. “You really opening up for me… it’s…” Biting her lip, she smiled at her. “I didn’t know I really wanted to do this for you until now, but like… you’re such a beautiful girl, Yang. And I like being able to treat you like a girl.”
With those words, Yang kind of did understand better. Of course she was fine with getting off her dick because she enjoyed it, but at the same time, it was a thing that was usually done for “guys”. This was another activity they could do that would give Yang that feminine experience she craved… and thinking about it in that light made a lot of difference.
“You do? You like… f-fucking my pussy?” The words sounded stupid and awkward, and Yang felt a thrill of embarrassment shooting through her stomach, into her cheeks. That was a terrible thing to call it! What was the matter with her?
“Yeah,” Ruby told her immediately, able to tell how self-conscious she was feeling about it from her body language. “Your tight pussy…” Instead of falling right back to her dick, she kissed the inside of Yang’s thigh, and Yang nearly whimpered in gratitude. “I love it. Do you like it when I finger you?”
Vulnerable as she felt now, completely off her game, she found it so easy to just whisper, “It’s so much… I’ve n-never…”
“You haven’t?” That did seem to surprise Ruby, but she recovered pretty quickly. “Me either before today. So that’s pretty hot, isn’t it?”
It was. Yang felt her cock twitching just from thinking about that; they both had opened up the back door to a new world of pleasure on the same day, in the same bathtub. That made it pretty easy for her to accept a little more of the finger, which was getting deeper and deeper now.
“Do you want me to… eat you out?”
“N-nah,” Yang laughed at Ruby’s uncertain expression. Seemed that even though Yang had done it, she still looked a little dubious about putting her mouth down there. “Just… work on my, um… clit?” That word worked as well as anything.
“Your huge clit. It’s so pretty…” Ruby licked her lips, glanced up at Yang’s embarrassed face, at the way she was squirming and covering her mouth with one of her hands, and seemed to decide something. Then she kissed the head gently before going on, “You have the prettiest clit I’ve ever seen, Yang. So soft and sweet, and delicious. And I love how warm and tight your pussy is. Do you know what it makes me wish?”
“Wh-what? What do… you wish?”
“I wish I had a dick to fuck it with.” Her eyes very clearly widened when she felt Yang twitch in her hand, and she grinned up at her. “Do you want that, too?”
“I… I dunno…” Licking her lips, she flinched very slightly when she felt the finger slip a little deeper in; as far as it could go, since she felt other knuckles against her ass cheeks. “Oh, mmmm… you want to… do that for me?”
Another kiss, this one with a tongue that swirled around her head. “I want to make you feel good, Yang. All of you. A beautiful woman like you deserves to be taken care of everywhere, right?” Another kiss. And another. “Mmm, I just love your body…”
She really did. Tears sprang into the corners of her eyes when she realised that Ruby wasn’t kidding, she wasn’t just trying to build up her self-esteem or to allay her body image issues. She really did love her body exactly the way it was, and pleasuring all of it was her way of expressing that love. Half-sister or not…
How could she not be in love with this woman?
As Ruby took her head into her mouth again, the finger began to curl inward, and Yang let out a long moan of pure bliss. So good! She still didn’t know why she liked it exactly but she definitely did. A few more strokes and she could be climaxing, but she tried to hold her “big finish” back for a little longer. To let Ruby have her fun, too.
That plan was going fine right up until the finger curled inward a little more than it had been before. And brushed up against a something Yang didn’t know she had.
“OH!” she burst out in a stronger voice, then slapped her hand over her mouth.
“What?” Ruby asked as she pulled off, face a little flushed from the effort of going down on her. Her finger curled again, and when Yang reacted by spasming, she glanced down at her hand, then back up. “Is… what is it, does it hurt?”
“No, no, it’s… I don’t know!”
Ruby tested it again, and when she prodded the strange little mass in there, her eyebrows furrowed. “That’s not… I mean, y’know… breakfast?”
Getting what she meant, Yang shook her head vigorously. “No, UGH no, it’s definitely… part of me, but I don’t… NHHH, oh GOD!”
“Oh!” Ruby gasped softly. “I know this one! Um… I read it in a fanfic, but I don’t remember what it’s called!”
“Fuck your fanfic, just… oh, I don’t know if I like that, but it’s really… interesting…” Her hips squirmed from side to side, as if trying to get rid of the sensation, but Yang even liked doing that. “Mmm…”
Smiling a little, Ruby curled the finger up, and this time stroked along the thing neither of them expected to find continuously for a few seconds. Yang’s reaction was so drastic that she might as well have been tickled, or shocked with electricity… except there was a lot more high-pitched moans involved.
“Yeah… this is your spot,” Ruby whispered to her as she kept stroking it. Curling toes and flailing head, stomach clenching, eyes rolling back in her head… it was turning her into a mess. “My girlfriend’s G-spot. Do you have any idea how you look right now?”
“St-stupid?”
“Hot. So hot, Yang…” The mouth dipped lower, and then she frowned. “Hey, you started getting soft…”
It was true. The feeling had been so intense that Yang’s arousal had seemed to fade a little bit. “What? Why? I… don’t worry, it’s not because- this feels…” But when Ruby took it into her mouth anyway, she half-screamed, “AH! Mmhh, oh Ruby!”
Very quickly, Ruby set a rhythm that left Yang completely beside herself. Unable to stop her, unable to do anything but writhe and take the punishment being visited upon her body. It didn’t take long at all for her mouth to coax Yang back to full hardness again. Between that and the finger in her rear end, sliding over that odd, ridged mass, her climax was building at lightning speed.
“AH! I’m about to… about-”
“Fill my mouth, Yang!” Ruby panted. “Fill it while I finger your pussy!” And that was the last thing she said before falling to work again, hoping to catch her favourite forbidden treat when Yang finished.
Which she did. It was very strange to feel her ass clamping down on a foreign object while her cock spasmed and shot over and over into Ruby’s beautiful mouth, but definitely not a bad feeling at all. She wanted to scream, to cry, but she contented herself with moaning and panting during and after.
“Hmmhhh,” Ruby breathed through her nose in pure bliss. She really did simply love Yang’s “clit”.
A little while later, once Yang was simply a puddle in the tub that was slowly trying to regain its breath, Ruby pulled off and let the half-hard length flop back onto her stomach, licking her lips. The finger stayed where it was for the moment. When it wiggled a little, Yang spasmed, so Ruby held it still as they both panted and gazed at each other.
“Ohhhh man,” Ruby half-chuckled, eyes wide and grin as wide as it could be.
“I… wow,” Yang managed weakly. “That was…”
“Right?! Like, you were flopping and twisting all over the place, and just because of that… that thing! The G-spot! I forgot that boys- I m-mean, you know, dick-owning people, that they had a thing like that in their butts!”
The word “boys” had made Yang flinch, but she couldn’t even be upset; Ruby loved her, even if she slipped up with that word. And she didn’t mean her, anyway; just referring in general to people who had what Yang had. Lowering her legs, she used her calves to pull Ruby a little closer.
“I… didn’t know about it,” she panted herself. “Probably heard about it once, but forgot. You’re… you knew right where to… find it.”
“But I didn’t! I mean, I was just trying stuff to see if it made you feel good, and I found it by accident!” Finally, she started to pull the finger out, and Yang made a strangled noise. “Oh! Are you okay? Is that too fast?”
“Y-yeah, can you… go a little slower?” When Ruby started again, but slower, Yang let out a long, low groan as she was exited. “Ughhh… so that was pretty, uh… different.”
Nodding, Ruby turned to get the loofah. By now, the soap had been washed out of it, but she added a little more and quickly scrubbed the worst of the residue off her finger before crawling to lay on top of Yang, curling her body against the other. Yang felt a little weird about that, given that they were nude, but too many other - MUCH WEIRDER - things had taken place that day for it to be more than a blip on the radar.
“I’m so in love,” Ruby whispered softly against her shoulder.
“Me, too. I… I can’t believe we called my ass my ‘pussy’.” They both giggled a little. “What the fuck?”
“Well, it is. Don’t feel too silly about that, okay? Like…” Her hand pet up and down Yang’s side, briefly nudging her boob. “Your body is so beautiful. And like, my G-spot is in my vagina, so since that’s where yours is… we can call it that. Makes total sense to me.”
Smiling to herself, she whispered in a voice filled to the brim with affection, “Yeah. Total sense.”
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You ever feel like you’re being watched? Zac had this feeling from time to time, usually because the media wanted to check in on the rich bad boy of New York. What act could they catch him doing now? Would he be having a wild night out with the boys, smoking something illegal or starting a fight with a stranger? Who knows, better follow him just in case! Zac always hated it but learnt through the years to ignore it. That was his plan today, plus he was almost home anyway. 
I’m thinking I’ve been so good I deserve a photo or two ;) Zac typed into his conversation with Bailey as he entered his apartment building. He didn’t look up from his phone, swapping to surf Instagram - liking photos of overseas travels, warmer weather, somewhere far far away. Zac had been feeling the need to get out of New York for about a week now, just a small escape. He just didn’t know where yet. Zac walked into the elevator that the doorman had called down for him already, his gaze never shifting from the lit-up screen.
Standing at 7 inches tall the young pug sniffed around the elevator, lingering by Zac’s Italian shoes. The dog even licked the back of the leather before moving to the back of the metal box and flopping to one side, exhausted from his walk-through New York. Soon he’d be somewhere warm, somewhere he could nap.
Zac stepped out of the elevator as it opened to his penthouse apartment. The smell of vanilla greeted him. “Good, the cleaner’s been,” he said to himself as he walked through to his bedroom, undoing his coat as he went. A shower was exactly what he needed right now to wash away the stress of his money and warm him up from the cold outside. Zac placed his iPhone into a docking station and pressed buttons until music played in his room and attached bathroom. Once he had the water running at the right temperature Zac stepped into his shower, blocking the world out as he sang along to his playlist.
The evil pug tilt its head to the side and sniffed the air, almost in response to the man’s words. It sat in his entrance way until Zac was out of sight, and then the fun began. The small animal sparked to life, running around the large open living room, skidding along the wood flooring. The puppy barked happily to itself as it rolled in Zac’s plush rug. All the time, the billionaire was unaware of his uninvited guest.
After a play the pug continued to explore, heading in direction of the music. The pug followed the smell of coffee and cigarettes past a half-closed door. Inside he found the Italian shoes he had licked previous. They were empty now, which made the puppy wonder if they were supposed to be filled. The puppy climbed inside of one, finding them quite warm and just the right fit. Maybe they would be his new bed. The pug wanted to see if there were any other beds around and went in search for the perfect napping location. He found his way into the steam filled bathroom, the warmth greeting him like a perfect hug. The animal waddled over to a towel that had fallen on the floor, padding at it a few times before laying in the middle. As the warm tone of the human sang to him the pug’s eyes fell heavy, and soon he was asleep.
“Don’tcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me!” Zac sang off key, trying not to laugh at himself. He had no idea how the song had ended up on his playlist but he couldn’t remove it whilst he washed conditioner out of his hair. Instead he enjoyed the throwback, giving his empty bathroom a fabulous comfort. “Free like me!” He tilts his head up towards the water, washing off the last of the products on his skin before shutting the water off. Zac shook his head, shaking water out of his hair before stepping out. Zac reached for a towel, his hand hitting an empty rail. Maid must have forgotten one, he told himself as he reached for the second towel further up the rail. Zac rubbed his face and walked towards the bedroom, rubbing the towel over his body as he entered his room. The male picked his phone off he docking station, shutting off the surround sound as he did, and dropped – half wet and very naked – onto his bed. He opened his text messages, ready to reply to the half a dozen waiting for him.
The lullaby had stopped. The pug’s eyes opened slowly, one after the other. The room was all too quiet, the warmth gone. Everything was dark. The pug was alone. Slowly it rose from its towel-bed and padded towards the exit. It sniffed the air, seeking the familiar coffee-cigarette scent it had followed here. The pug panted, a smile on its face, as it spotted the humans foot dangling from the bed. The pug tried to read it but could not, falling too short even with a leap. The pug huffed and spun around a few times when it noticed its tail wiggling at it threateningly. Then its attention moved back to the human who was making a weird noise.
Zac was snoring. It was the middle of the day but he was exhausted. He hadn’t slept well the night before and meetings kept him working non-stop this morning. A nap wouldn’t hurt anyone.
Yap. Yap. Yap.
Zac’s groaned, opening one eye slowly and then the other, as he tried to work out what had stirred him from his sleep. He turned his head to look at his phone but it wasn’t ringing.
Yap.
The male sat up in alarm. What the fuck was that? He looked around the room and saw no one, then his gaze fell to the floor as something brown caught his attention. “What. The. Fuck.” There was a dog. A dog in his bedroom. A very little dog. It looked like it had run into a wall face first or something. The pug barked at him, as if it could read his mind. Slowly Zac stood, the pug instantly ran up to him and tried to jump up his legs. Zac instantly brought his hands to cover his most private area and tried to keep the pug away from him by using his toes to nudge the animal away. Instead it seemed to think it was getting a belly rub and rolled over under his foot. “Hello?!” He called out, thinking someone surely was in his house. Awkwardly the male slid to his drawers and found some briefs. “Stay- Staaay,” he tried to tell the pug but it seemed far too happy to follow him around.
The pug panted heavily as it ran circles around the human who stumbled his way out of the big room with a bed and back to the bigger room the pug had played in before.
“What the fuck is going on?” Zac said as he turned in a circle trying to find anyone who could give him answers. No one was there to give him answers. Zac decided to leg it back to his room when the pug seemed distracted rolling in his living rooms rug. He shut his bedroom door firmly behind him. “DON’T PEE ON ANYTHING!” He yelled at the animal like it would understand him. Zac moved to go get dressed, feeling weird now being pretty much naked. Once dressed he got his phone, ready to send out 911 texts to anyone who would listen. Thinking it had been far too long since he’d seen the pug he walked back out of his bedroom, hoping to find no damage or pee stains. Or worst, shit.
The pug was asleep by the elevator panting against the wooden floor. It had tired itself out. Zac sighed in relief. He walked to the kitchen and found a tea towel, ready to cover the animal to pick it up so he could take it outside and get rid of it. Except as soon as he neared the beast it woke, and thought it would be fun to run around like it was a game or something. Zac screamed profanities at the fur ball, only stopping as his elevator dinged to alert someone was there.
The delivery man placed a box in Zac’s hallway and turned to the male for a signature when the puppy skidded past them both and into the metal box. For a whole minute, Zac found relief, he could send it down and on its way and never have to think of it again. Then he realized he had a witness, and if the dog got lose on another floor it would be his ass who had to deal with the mess. Zac swore as he rushed to the elevator, sliding in just before the doors shut.
Were all humans this kind? The pug rested against the man’s Italian shoes panting, its eyes drifting shut again. Maybe it would sleep right here. Yeah, this really was the perfect kind of bed.
Zac pulled a face as he reached for the puppy.
The dog’s eyes widened. No! It didn’t want to leave the nice bed! It wriggled in the male’s grip, whining loudly.
“Shut up,” Zac hissed, trying to get a hold of the dog but it was so little and surprisingly fast. As the doors opened to the lobby the dog was once again on the loose, running around the chairs and tables barking at Zac the whole time. “I hate you too,” he growled as he followed the dog around, much the doorman’s amusement.
And then stupid Delilah from floor 3 opened the door to the street and the puppy was gone, lost to the city noise and snow. Zac flopped onto a chair panting, happy to be rid of it.
Except with each minute that passed thoughts of worry started to creep in. The pug was clearly young, and with its size nearly anyone could step on it. Not to mention it was freezing outside and traffic would barely see the beast run onto the street. His stomach twisted in a knot. What if it was his fault the dog got hurt or starved?
With a heavy sigh, he pushed himself off the seat and out into the freezing streets of New York, ready to hunt down a dog that moved far too fast for how small it was.
He didn’t even like dogs.
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