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bratphilia · 10 months

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── ★ ˙ strawberry charm ̟ !!

note ✧.*‎ hello hello hello welcome to scream meets fnaf. randomly got this idea after rewatching scream, like, why don't i combine one both franchises in the only way i know how? william afton as ghostface coming into your house and fucking the shit out of you!! and here we are. i spent a lot more time on this than i usually do writing fics so i seriously hope ppl enjoy it. i'm also on break starting today so i'll be pumping out more content from now on going into the new year!

pairing ✧.*‎‎ steve raglan / william afton x reader

cw ✧.*‎‎ college au and scream au, reader is college aged, william is her robotics professor, ghostface!william afton, reader is girly, vibrators, multiple orgasms, perversion, mentions of stalking, descriptions of gore, choking, consensual non consent, break-in, approximately one lick to the pussy, rough sex, dumbification, glove kink, slapping, slight daddy kink, cockwarming

taglist ✧.*‎‎ @dilfity @kissingrhi @iikyutee @ghoulsgraveyard @cemeteryry @gh0stsp1d3r

synopsis ✧.*‎ a man calls you up wondering what your favorite scary movie is.

you hold back a deep sigh at the low-quality horror movie being showed on the big screen in front of you. no, it's not the most important thing in the world, to see something "cinematically excellent" every time you go to the theater, but shit, wouldn't that be nice? anyways, that's not what you're here for. you're here for a date with this guy in your robotics class, specifically.

he's handsy, but so are you. one arm is slung around your shoulder, you're cuddled against his chest, knees drawn upwards, and his other hand coming around to rub circles on your thigh. yes, it's your first date together, after weeks of study "dates." yes, you were cuddling, very heavy emphasis on pda. what about it? it made up for this movie being fucking terrible, so why not.

you have to laugh. nico, your date, had promised chills and shivers up your spine and hoped for your head pushed into his shoulder at the scary parts of the movie. rotten luck for him. you want to laugh at that. and you accidentally snicker, causing him to look towards you. "what?"

"oh, nothing," you say, nodding back towards the movie.

he says nothing, thank god.

finally, there's a good part of the movie. the main character, a ditzy blonde with big tits is tied to a tree while the film's slasher rips her boyfriend's head from his body with a chainsaw. your muscles clench, not in fear, but in delight. you've always been a sucker for gore. and fuck, it gets something else clenching too. you seriously wonder if nico can feel you throbbing when he rests his hand under your chin, gently forcing you to look at him. he leans in for a kiss. no tongue, just lips to lips. it's nice. you notice he put on chapstick and you can taste the buttery popcorn on his mouth.

however, you're interrupted by the creaking of a chair behind you. the sound of someone getting up and leaving. you didn't pull away in time to catch their face, but the noise frankly startled you than any other part of the movie.

the film ended shortly after that. no, the person who left never did end up returning to their seat behind you, but that had long since left your mind anyways. nico drove you home in his silver convertible, the top down creating a nice breeze through your hair. the car ride was silent but content. date successful, in your opinion, shitty movie aside.

"well, goodnight," he says when your door is barely cracked open and you're halfway inside. you silently leaned up on your tippy toes and pecking his lips once more. you ignore the crackle of twigs in the foliage surrounding your house, blaming it on the wind.

the door shut behinds you. you live in a campus house, but your roommates just so happen to be out of the house for the weekend. this has meant nothing but trouble for you — meaning you snuck your friend lacey's vibrator out of its drawer and had yourself some fun. over and over and over. pastel pink with a pretty bow on the hot glued on the end for decoration (the two of you might have done that together). but don't worry about how you know where her vibrator is, that's none of your business!

while you're washing off the facial cleanser from your face in the shower as conditioner sits patiently in your hair, you think about nico. specifically whether or not you're actually interested in him. sure, he's a nice guy, romantic. bad taste in movies but clearly cares about what you like since he picked out a horror film to take you on a date to. and yet, that nagging thing in the back of your head, the one that told you not to commit to a relationship for fear of being stuck in one, had you snap back to the reality of relationships. you'll never be free to just date who you want, whenever you want. it made you frown.

you get out of the shower eventually, still undecided about the future of your dating life, and you decide to put the topic to rest and relax with a classic: nightmare on elm street. or maybe something else? suspiria, the thing, or evil dead? you browse your collection, and stop at freddy vs. jason. speaking of shitty horror movies and sticking to the freddy theme, you think with a smirk.

you slip the cd into the player. super retro, i know right?

you're popcorn'd out, to say the least, so you skip on making a bowl. your movie is interrupted shortly by the buzzing of your phone. the caller id just lists a phone number in your area. usually, you wouldn't pick these up, but you do it anyways. stupidly.

"hello?" you call out into your phone.

"hello." comes a man's deep voice.

you scratch your head, careful not to chip your manicure. "who is this?"

"who is this?" he mimics you, emphasis on this.

you scoff, already annoyed. probably a prank call. "i asked you first."

"look," he mediates, probably sensing your forming annoyance, "all i have is a question to ask."

"alright..." you say. nothing wrong with that. "shoot."

"what's your favorite scary movie?"

you pretend to contemplate. "hereditary," you say finally. of course it's your favorite. it's had your heart since you first saw it in theaters. anyone who knows you knows not to bring it up if they don't want to hear you go on a tangent about it. "it's the right amount of atmosphere with the right amount of gore."

"isn't that the one where the little girl gets decapitated after slamming into a telephone from sticking her head out of a car window?" the man on the phone drawls, testing you.

"yes!" you practically exclaim. you hope you found another fan. not many other people shared your enthusiasm for the movie as you did.

he hums. "that's an interesting choice. i don't hear it enough. a little depressing, though."

"you mean you call other girls asking them what their favorite horror movie is? that's a new level of game i've never seen before," you tease, abandoning the movie to get up mindlessly and head to the bathroom to put your hair up.

"not just any girl," he says with a chuckle.

"oh?" you say, "so i'm special?"

"you could say that."

you smile, staring back at your reflection. you get it now. "you know, you could've just come inside earlier, nico. no need to put on the act."

"i'm not nico," he corrects you sternly.

you scoff and roll your eyes, putting your device down and switching it to speaker phone so you can multitask. "right," you say, unconvinced.

you sort through your collection of hair clips, picking out the right one — "the one with the strawberry charm, huh? that one's my favorite. 's sweet like you."

you nearly drop the accessory. how the fuck? a shiver shoots up through your spine. your head snaps towards the direction of the bathroom window. searching desperately for an answer, anyone that could've just been watching. but no one's there, of course!

"that's not funny, nico," you snap. you're pretty sure you've worn this hair clip to a study date over at his apartment, right? and he might've even complimented you on it. yeah, you try to convince yourself, he's seen it before.

but that doesn't explain how he knew —

"i told you already," the man on the phone's voice is agitated, "i'm not nico."

"then who the fuck are you?!" you ask in a shrill voice, ready to hang up on this motherfucker. you steadily twist your hair upwards and secure the claw around it, letting your remaining hair fall in a ponytail.

"i'll prove it to you," he tells you as if it's the simplest thing in the world. "check the backyard."

you shockingly decide not to hang up for your sake. you would rather keep a close eye on the situation rather than just let something happen to you. you creep towards the sliding glass doors, gulp, then switch on the light, only to be met with monstrosity.

nico's on his knees; you can hear him whimpering from inside, scrambling for his amputated arm that lies in between him and the sliding door. you open your mouth but you can't scream; the only thing you can feel is a shudder that shakes you to your very core. you feel almost weak in the knees, desperate to keep yourself standing on your two feet. there's blood, so much blood. all the backyard porch, your roommates will be so mad and concerned about what happened? how can you even begin to explain this?

you try to do the only sane thing you can think of: hang up and call the police. the thought of this being one big prank pulled on you crossed your mind, but you were too scared not to act. a beat passes after you pressed that little red button on your phone, and the door bursts open. this time you scream.

in a dark blur, you're pressed roughly against a mirror that frames the wall behind the dining table. a gloved hand wraps around your throat. "you stupid bitch, hanging up on me."

you meet the mask of your captor: the damn mask from that slasher movie stab. you were never particularly fond of the franchise. "lame movie reference," you manage to choke out, and you instantly eat your words. he slaps you across the face and loosens his grip at the same time, watching you fall to your side on the hard ground.

you can barely gather your thoughts — your head is fucking swimming — before he's dragging you by your ankle with a strong grip in the direction of your bedroom. you hate how you slide so easily across the smooth floor. you try your best to break free, to run, wriggling your leg violently to shake him away to no avail. when he's dragged you successfully inside the bedroom he closes it behind you, bends down and manhandles onto lacey's bed.

tears spill down your cheeks. this is it. you're going to die. but he doesn't take out a knife, or any weapon, actually, to fatally harm you with. instead, he's rummaging through the drawers in front of the bed. and then it dawns on you and you sit up. that's the drawer where lacey's —

"ah, found it," the man says triumphantly, turning back towards you, pastel pink vibrator in hand, toying with the ribbon. "what a cute little thing. do you know how many times i've watched you get off to this little device? what a fucking sight you make."

your eyes narrow. "who are you?"

he chuckles, then uses a hand to remove his mask, revealing the face of your robotics professor. him? how is it possible you've managed to capture his attention? when throughout the entire course he's done nothing but ignore you, treating you like you didn't exist. always ignoring your questions. shit, he's the reason why you started going to nico in the first place for help in his class: because nico was like his golden-star-student.

"i don't get it," you say, lip trembling as tears well in your eyes. "why me? what did i do—"

"to captivate me?" he finishes your sentence, turning on the vibrator. you gulp like it's your impending doom. professor raglan kneels onto the bed and you wish you could back up but you only hit the headboard behind you. "well, for starters: you were always so eager for my attention. and it hurt me not to give it to you. couldn't blow my cover, sweetheart."

you still didn't understand, but you didn't have anymore time to contemplate or question him. he was spreading your legs, splitting open a space under your short, pink skirt for him to gain access to the area between your legs. you fumble with the sheets, holding them in a death grip. you definitely ruined your manicure. once your skirt bunches up around your hips, it reveals your panty-less mound. of course. you didn't think to wear anything after your shower because it wasn't like you were going out.

your professor whistles lowly, pupils dilating in desire. it's perverted, the way he puts down the vibe, and grabs your hips upwards so he can get a closer look at your pussy. you throb subconsciously, making him look back up at you with a quirked brow. he leans forward to blow air on you, eyes still steady to gage your reaction. you whimper and wriggle in his grasp, face heating up in embarrassment. "you just have the cutest little cunt," he comments when he pulls away, then sticks his tongue out to lick a stripe up your pussy. "mmm, even sweeter, too. sweeter than the little strawberry in your hair."

"ohh," you coo. you hate to admit how good it feels, but here you were, arching your back in his touch and moaning.

"yeah?" he asks, taking his mouth off of you for a moment. "my baby like it when i eat her dripping pussy?"

you sniffle, not answering. you can't find it within you to be able to. "no? maybe i'll stop and move on then." you want to cry, fuck. a feeling of relief settles back in when he takes the vibrator back in his hand. the low hum grabs your attention — not like you could zone out at a time like this anyways.

when the device meets your needly clit you groan, flex your fingers at the sheets. "oh, fuck," you whisper. his eyes never leave your face, and every time you regrettably look at him, he's breathing heavily, open mouthed, like he just can't get enough of you. so you avoid looking at him, going through stages of keeping your eyes closed or looking up at the ceiling, praying for sweet release to whatever cruel deity is looking upon you getting fucked by this old man.

the vibrations against your clit are a little too good to be true. you can't help but feel like there's a price, one you'll specifically have to pay with his dick inside you. you wonder if it'll be lame like the other guys you've had, but honestly? you could get off to the thought of this situation, and you'll definitely remember this for future masterbation-sake. you're a freak like that.

raglan presses down on your stomach, iliciting a hiss from you through your teeth. "want you to come all over my arms," he tells you, "coat my gloves, you'll make me so happy."

fuck, then you get an idea. the gloves inside of you. you throb once more at the thought. "i-inside," you murmur, hoping he'd get the message.

"huh? what's that, baby?" he asks mockingly, but you know damn well he heard you. please don't make me said it, you think.

you reach down to touch his free hand, guiding it towards your entrance. "want my fingers inside you, hmm? baby needs something inside her to feel satisfied?"

"mhm," you hum with a nod of your head. he slowly slips a gloved finger inside you, the fabric deliciously creating friction that makes you grind on his hand. he looks up at you with a dirty smile, then reaches forward to kiss you as he pumps his fingers in and out of you ever so slowly. it's perfect. the stimulation of the vibrator combined with the feeling of his clothed hand is enough to make you burst.

and you do gracefully. so much that he pecks your cheek, tells you how much of a good girl you are for him, as lewd 'ah's tumble from your lips uncontrollably. you buck against his hand until he pulls is out of you, whining at his removal.

"i know, sweetheart, i know," he sympathizes after you, "daddy's cock's gonna be inside you soon, though. then you'll have something else to play with."

you're already exhausted from your first orgasm, somewhat unsure of how you're going to take the next, but you can hardly think about that now. you're drunk off the atmosphere between you two, nico's amputation is far forgotten. you can't even remember what you were doing before this. your hair is tussled in a way that has your hair clip drooping down the side of your shoulder loosely, but you don't have any energy to fix it. all you can think about is daddy's — wait, when did he become daddy? — cock inside you, and that's all that matters.

raglan begins to grind his bare cock against your entrance, having discarded his black slacks moments ago. he rubs the tip against you, purposefully bumping against your click, drawing out a symphony of noises — babbles along the lines of "please, just put it in, i can't take it anymore" — as your face contorts in a sob and tears fall down your cheeks again.

"my girl is such a crybaby," he chuckles, then slowly guides your hips to slide down on his cock. he fills you up by the inch, making you feel every ridge and vein. the stinging sensation of not being adjusted to his length washes over you in a surprisingly pleasurable wave. "so fucking tight," he gasps. he lets out his respective groans once he's fully sheathed inside of you.

then he starts moving; then things start to get good. you're not fully adjusted to his length, but the way you're leaking around him makes for perfect lube. what's a little pleasure without pain? it could be worse, you could be on the floor writhing in pain with multiple stab wounds, but instead you were being stabbed by his dick inside of you, so you weren't in a position to complain.

raglan leans down so his body is on top of yours, keeps himself steady by planting one hand to the side of your head as he aggressively snaps his hips into yours. you realize, in this moment, just how desperate he's probably been for this. not like you could do much thinking, but the way he was pistoning inside you said enough about how he felt. and god you felt good, clenching and unclenching around him, making the prettiest noises he's ever heard.

one particularly hard thrust has your head swimming, like it did when he slapped you. you want him to slap you again, so you initiate it in the only way you know how; reaching forward to land a weak hit across his face. he stops moving for a second, shocked. then with a swift whack across the face, he's back to thrusting inside of you, even harder this time around. "wanted me to hit you so bad, you could've just asked you dumb little slut," he growls into your ear.

"''m sorry," you have the audacity to giggle, "couldn't tell you."

"yeah? am i fucking you that stupid?" he asks, "'course, i don't expect you to able to answer that."

he flips you over suddenly so you land on your stomach, putting himself back in, fucking you with reckless abandon. the way his cock is hitting your g-spot right now has you plummeting over the edge. you wriggle your hips backwards to help him get off too, which he does right inside of you, filling you up to the brim.

he doesn't pull out. he's waited too damn long for this to do so. he's gonna enjoy a nice, long time inside of you, whether you like it or not. he collapses on his side, pulling you close to him so that he's spooning you. the most important thing to him in that moment, is your half-awake form rising and falling with each breath against him with his cock buried deep inside of you, strawberry charmed hair clip discarded somewhere by the pillows.

#fnaf #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's #fnaf smut #william afton #steve raglan #william afton x reader #william afton smut #🎀 — diary entry

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feyhunter78 · 7 months

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Hiiii. I just read the new chapter of lab partners and it was 10/10 as always 🥰 Also I got another idea! What a about a pool party?👀 Now that Miggy is more popular he is invited to a pool party and he sees Y/N on a cute swimsuit and he goes crazy, but tries to keep it together to not look like a creep in front of her 😂 Especially when things are more tense after they almost kissed 👀👀👀👀

Thank you love!!!! I definitely wanted to lean into the tension left over from their almost kiss👀 I'm also using this one to set up the post I'll put out on V-Day!!!!

Pool Party

Artist cred: Supayell on Instagram!

He hates his brother, not really, but he does want to kill him. It was Gabriel’s idea to invite everyone over, to rent one of their apartment’s pools and throw a party. So now here Miguel is, forced to watch as you gallivant around in a dark blue bikini, with adorable little white hearts all over it, while he’s trying to keep himself from revealing his difficult situation.

Gabriel pushes the cabana’s curtains back even further than they were before and flops into the pool chair next to him, handing him some mixed drink in a red solo cup. “Enjoying the view?” Gabriel asks, lowering his sunglasses and letting out a wolf whistle in you and Mina’s direction. “Lookin’ good baby.”

Mina rolls her eyes but smiles and blows him a kiss, before linking arms with you and dragging you off towards a few of your other friends.

You’re so happy, smiling and giggling, drink in hand, swaying your head slightly in time with the music. He knows you, knows you love to dance, but there’s too many people here that you don’t know, so you stick with Mina, and stay away from the cleared out space in front of the speakers.

“It’s a nice party.” Miguel says, sipping on his drink. The taste of coconut rum coats his tongue, the pineapple juice mixed in, dulling the sting of the alcohol. He can barely feel it, a sense of dread making his mouth go numb when he sees you making your way over, a bottle of sunscreen in your hand and a drink in the other.

You smile at him, then give him a confused look when Gabriel squeezes his shoulder and bounds off towards a now unoccupied Mina.

“He’s probably going to try to convince her to go back to the apartment with him.” Miguel jokes, swallowing hard as he realizes just how pretty you look.

Your hair shines in the sun, your skin practically glowing, and your breasts—fuck he’s got to keep it together, he needs to look literally anywhere else—his eyes land on your lips, curled up in a smile, your lips glossy with chapstick, soft and supple looking. Not better, not better at all, because now he’s thinking about kissing you.

He shifts in his seat, praying no one notices the awkward way he’s sitting. Thankfully, the side curtains of the cabana are still down, so he just has to worry about anyone walking in…and you.

“He can try, but I know Mina’s been waiting all week for this party, there’s no way she’ll leave.” You laugh, shaking the sunscreen that’s in your hand, before downing your drink and setting it on the ground next to you.

“Yeah…are you enjoying the party?” Miguel asks, taking a big swig of his drink. Liquid courage, right?

“I mean, the drinks are good, music’s good, snacks are great, and I got to wear my new swimsuit, so yeah, I’d say I’m enjoying myself.” You gesture to your bathing suit as if it isn’t the very thing Miguel is trying not to look at.

“I like the color.” He says, taking another swig of his drink.

You beam up at him and toy with the strings holding the bottoms together. “Thank you, I was a little worried it would be too dark, but I actually really like it.”

His inebriated mind plies him with an image of you undoing those strings and letting him feast, suffocating him with your soft thighs, biting down on your fist to keep the others from hearing your moans.

He nearly groans aloud at the thought, hiding his face in his drink.

“Can I try that?” You ask, shifting to tuck your legs under you, your full attention on him.

“W-What?” He stutters, trying to banish the lewd image from his mind and focus on your words.

“Your drink, you’ve basically been chugging it, it’s gotta be good.” You elaborate, giving him a playful smile.

“Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, of course.” He hands you the drink, and you bring it to your mouth then frown.

“It’s empty.” You pout at him, leaning forward to set it on the small wooden table beside him, the stretch of your body, your bare skin brushing against his, makes his head swim.

“Sorry?” He manages to get out, his hand shooting to grip the side of the pool chair for stability.

“No worries, I’m a big girl, I can take it.”

He bets you can. Bets he’d fit perfectly, lying below you as you ease yourself down onto his coc—

Suddenly, you turn your back to him and pull your hair up off your neck. “Do you mind putting sunscreen on my back? I want to get back in the sun, but I don’t want to burn.”

He’s going to die, right here, right now.

“Yeah, sure I—I can do that.” He takes the sunscreen from you, apologizing when you hiss from the change in temperature.

You both sit quietly as he rubs the sunscreen in, making sure there’s no white cast, his large hands smoothing over your back, and shoulders, taking care to get every inch while trying to remain as respectful as possible.

“I have to—do you mind—?” He lifts the thick strips of fabric that keep your bathing suit together ever so slightly, waiting for you to nod, or pull away.

“No, no, you’re good, I’ll just…” You hold your top to your body with one hand just in case as Miguel rubs the lotion in, much quicker than before.

“Okay, I think you’re all good.” He says, snapping the cap back on the bottle.

You don’t turn around, staring at the canvas of the cabana. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

He nods, before realizing you obviously can’t see him. “Yeah, of course, anything.”

You turn now, but you won’t meet his eyes, too focused on fidgeting with your nails. They’re different shades of pink, a pleasant gradient ending in white on your thumbs. “My sorority’s semiformal, Valentine’s Day dance thing is coming up, would you maybe want to go with me?”

He’s stunned, frozen, astounded, flabbergasted, astonished, a dozen other words to say he’s shocked. Shocked that you’re asking him. That you want him to come with you to this event, honestly, he’s still shocked you want to be seen in public with him.

Do you feel the same way he does? He’s been hoping, praying, your almost kiss lingering, haunting him, plaguing his dreams, his every waking moment.

He says yes at the same time you say, “as friends,” and his world shatters.

“I don’t want to make you feel weird or anything, no pressure, just two friends have a good time at a Valentine’s themed dance.” You give him a smile, but he knows you, knows it’s fake, and he feels a twinge of hope in his chest once more.

“It’s not weird.” He reassures you, wishing he had another drink to drown his maybe sorrows maybe half-baked hope in.

You wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. “Okay yay! I’ll figure out our outfits and all the details, and I’ll get them to you.”

You bound off in the direction of your friends, leaving Miguel’s skin tingling, his heart hurting, and his stomach twisted into knots.

TL: @bat-bae, @nyctophilic0vitnir, @smokeywhalee, @obi-mom-kenobi, @prowlingforfood, @penggion, @crystal-crax, @oharasfilipinawife, @generalkenobitrash, @melsimps, @chrishy973, @farrowroyale, @palesatan, @scaryplanetdestroyer, @denzmallows

#meg's writing #miguel o'hara x reader #the picture very much does not fit the vibe of this fic but I couldn't find anything else okayyyy #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #nerd miguel #nerd!miguel #nerd!miguel o'hara #college!miguel #college!reader #college au #sorority!reader #mail time

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maginxlia · 2 years

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Starring JJK Men in ✰ Making Out

The Cast Line Up Satoru, Suguru, Toji , Sukuna and Kento

Rated TV-MA

Contains Adult Content

Minors this isn’t for you

Summary ✰ When their Lips meet yours, Makeout Sessions Baby!

No pronouns up in Here but the Reader has a kitty

Gojo Satoru

✰ Satoru's kisses are Teasing just like the man himself

✰ His lips are enough to rile you up and make you want his body on yours

✰ Plus the things he can do with his tongue? Enough to make your ancestors blush

✰ He knows the effects he has on you and he always uses it against you

✰ Putting his tongue in your mouth while you two are out in public then abruptly walking away from you like he didn’t just make you wet

✰ Yes baby, he wants you to chase him and beg him a little for it

✰ He’s an ass but he’s your ass right??

✰ It's not always fun and games with the man, He always pleases you in the end hell you pay him back for teasing you by leaving hickeys on his beautiful chest

You were currently seated on Satoru lap as his hands held your ass while you two kissed

You enjoyed the taste of the berry chapstick he had on his lips as he sucked on your tongue making you hum against him as his fingers pinched your nipples through your shirt

You would be lying if you said this little make out session wasn’t already making you wet and needy, you couldn’t help but grind your pussy against his clothed dick trying to make him nice and hard with the friction

Your fingers found their way into his soft white hair while he licked your sensitive lips as you parted them for his tongue to come into your mouth

Your hands stayed on his chest while he kissed you strong enough to make you tingle all over.

Satoru broke away from the kiss before sucking the sensitive spot on your collarbone while his hands made their way in your panties, he played with your clit as he kissed your neck making you moan out in pleasure

“Satoru, I need you baby” you whined out before he pulled his hands away from you

He sat you on the couch as he got up smiling “I know babe but I got other plans. Can you wait till I get back?” He said as he tried to walk away

He didn’t make it that far before you had grabbed him by the back of his shirt “Not so fast, Gojo Satoru” you said as he turnt paler than his hair

Oh, shit.

Geto Suguru

✰ The way Suguru stare down your lips before he kiss you always turn you into putty

✰ You can tell what he want by following his eyes and you know it won’t be long until his lips find yours

✰ He kisses always make you weak, you can barely stand while you two lips are connected

✰ The man lips are skilled and his tongue a godsend

✰ Your hands making their way into his hair making him groan into the kiss as he engulf his sense with your taste while his hands travel around your body

✰ Suguru has no shame, kissing on you is his favourite pastime right next to fucking you

✰ Pulling you into a secluded place so his lips can feel yours is always fun for both parties involved

Suguru currently had you against the brick walls in an alleyway while the rain poured down, his lips on yours as people pass by on their way to their destinations to get out of the rain

In all honesty, Suguru could care less about those people or the rain, in his mind only You and him exist as his tongue explored your mouth

You were limp against him as he held you in place, your eyes rolling back the moment he broke away from you to suck on your neck

His lips on your neck were enough to make you arch against the brick wall as Suguru's hands roamed up and down your body only stopping to squeeze your ass

You wanted to moan so badly, the combination of the cold rain and the warmth of Suguru being pressed against you were enough for you nearly to lose control but you didn’t want to draw attention to what was happening between the two of you

You wrapped your arm around him pulling him closer to you as he smiled against your neck “ You just can’t get enough huh? I'll be honest I can't get enough of you” he whispered into your ear before gently biting your lobe making you shiver before he bought his lips back to yours

With your lips connected Suguru moved your hips with his letting you feel how hard he is. He broke away from you with lust in his eyes “Let’s go home, Get out these wet clothes, Yeah? There is so much I want to do to you baby” He said to you before putting his right hand in the back pocket of your Jeans as you two began the walk home

Your night is just beginning.

Fushiguro Toji

✰ Toji kisses are always so delightfully rough

✰ He can make you hot and bothered with just a single kiss

✰ Doesn’t help he has a tongue that can tie a cherry stem into a knot

✰ His lips on yours as his hands explore your body can be enough to make you dripping wet

✰ It's like his kisses are an aphrodisiac, always making you uncontrollably in want of him

✰ Adding to that want, his hands toy with your body so recklessly as his tongue plays with yours

✰ Toji's best kisses are when he comes home from his “Business trips” he is always so needy and ready to please you after not seeing you for so long

Toji has been on top of you ever since he got home thirty minutes ago

You Really couldn’t complain, being pinned under him was quite delightful. Your lips fought with his while he grind himself against you adding to the already sexy Atmosphere

His rough lips overpowered your soft lips easily as his hands found their way to grab your hips pulling you against him, allowing you to feel how hard you’re making him just by being in contact with you

The pressure he was putting on you with the motion of his hips was enough to make you mewl against him as his skilled hands toyed with your pants

Your tongues danced with each other as you relished the feeling of the man you love being on top of you, his weight felt so good on you as you card your left hand through Toji’s hair while your right hand felt up his muscles through his shirt making him grunt into the kiss

Toji's hands traveled around your body, his right hand made itself under your shirt to toy with your nipples as his left hand teased your wet pussy through your panties making you moan aloud

Toji pulled away from your swollen lips as he trailed kisses down your neck to your chest while his eyes glared up at you before he tore open your shirt making you whine “Toji that was my favorite shirt” He only laughed at your words “ I can buy you another one but right now I need you” Toji groaned against you as he kissed and sucked your chest

“Fuck that shirt” you thought. Toji's Needs are more important tonight.

Ryomen Sukuna

✰ Sukuna is addicted to the way you taste, He often refers to you as his sweetest treat

✰ His lips are almost always on yours, enjoying your sweetness and remarking about how you make him feel

✰ Sukuna kiss you anyplace, anywhere, and anytime he doesn’t give a damn about what others think, if they step to the King incorrectly they’re leaving with a broken face

✰ Sukuna can easily become too greedy. A simple make out session?? Often leads to you both naked and sweaty

✰ You really can’t complain though his tongue is the most talented out here and his kisses are intoxicating

✰ His weakness? Your soft lips. He can’t stop himself from biting your lips with his sharp teeth and licking up the drop of blood that leaks from your lips

✰ It's like your blood makes Him high, his pupils dilate and he becomes insatiable

You were leaning on the King of Curses as his tongue lapped up the blood from your lips making you whimper against him, His hand gently wrapped around your neck as he kept your head held up

Sukuna was naked and fresh out of the shower when he decided he needed a taste of your lips. He effortlessly lifted you off the bed, where you sat enjoying the sight before you.

Sukuna's body had water dripping off him when he captured you in this intoxicating trap he calls a kiss

It wasn’t long before your King had gently bit your lips to make you bleed your Delicious sweet blood for him to taste, you could only moan into the kiss as his tongue lapped you up

Your eyes were hazy when he finally pulled away from your lips “ Sweet as ever My Dove” he whispered into your ear making you tremble

Sukuna's lips made their way to your neck before he placed a gentle kiss on the skin that your jugular vein hides underneath, He was quick to follow the kiss by sucking on your neck hard enough you would have hickeys when he's done

you couldn't help but moan loudly making Sukuna groan deeply against your skin.

Sukuna pulled his lips from your neck while grabbing your wrist “ I want you to feel what you do to me Dove” He said into the crook of your neck as he led your hand to his Heavy hard dick

You couldn’t help but look into his eyes that were swirling like crimson pools of blood while you stroked his dick lovingly

Oh baby you were in for a long night.

Nanami Kento

✰ Kento's kisses are filled with passion, romance, and excitement

✰ Every kiss with Kento feels like your very first kiss with him and he always so gentle with you

✰ You can't help but get butterflies in your belly when his lips touch yours

✰ His lips are delicate against yours and tender as he holds your head gently with his hands

✰ Even when he’s stressed he is never rough or mean to you, his kisses remain sweet

✰ Nanami's soft lips on your own are enough to make you weak in the knees

✰ His kisses are something that Disney royalty would be envious of

✰ He always kisses you when he first makes it home from work, these are the moments you love the most

Kento held you against him in an embrace as his thumb wiped over your lips making your eyes flutter close

He gently grabbed your chin before gingerly kissing your lips, his hand stayed soft on your face as his tongue delicately parted your lips so he could indulge himself in your sweet taste

Your bodies were flush against each other while your left hand toyed with his tie and your right hand remained on his shoulder

Kento broke the kiss while staring into your eyes “What’s wrong Ken?” You said softly afraid you’ll ruin the moment. He could only smile as he brought your left hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles. “ Nothing is wrong love, I just missed you all day. Ever since I left I couldn’t wait to have you back in my arms” He said as he laid his head on your shoulder

Kento's body swayed your back and forth as you cherished the feeling of his lips on your shoulders while your fingers traced his well defined back

The feeling of him being against you was enough to drive you wild as his lips traveled up your neck coming back to rest on your lips while his strong hands rested on your waist

You couldn’t stop yourself from running your fingers through his hair before you pulled away from his lips “ I need you, Ken. Right now” you said before pulling his tie to bring his lips back down to yours

Could He really deny his love their needs??

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cybertroniannugget · 10 months

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Downside of cold weather

Dec 5

Facts

About this fic: sfw, no gender mentioned, OPxreader romance

“How was your day?”, you ask, putting your arms on his shoulders, crossing them behind his neck.

“Today has been uneventful, but it got better just now.”

He leans forward, kissing you for a brief moment, turning to look at you shortly after, with a rather worried expression on his face plating.

Now confused, you frown. “Is everything alright?”

Placing a digit on your lips, he gently traces over them. “You are wounded.”

Even more perplexed now you do the same as him and touch your lips, while he retracts his servo.

“Oh, that?”

The Prime nods with a hum emitting from his vocalizer.

A hand on his cheek now, caressing his shimmering plates with a thumb, you smile lovingly.

“Nothing to worry about here, Love. My lips are just chapped. It's because of the cold and dry weather at the moment. Give it a few weeks, and they're back to normal.”

“Is there a way to tend to this condition?”

“Well, there's different kinds of balm, but I gave up on using these a long time ago.”

He tilts his helm in confusion.

“I always lose my chapsticks. Never finished one in my life because of that.", you snicker.

“I could keep one for you to request upon need.”

“That's so sweet, but you don't need to do that. I'll survive.”

You raise an eyebrow at him.

”But the Optimus I know will do that anyway.”

Both of you chuckle amused.

“Perhaps.”, he mumbles as he kisses you again.

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pepsiboyy · 7 months

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starboy part 2

P1 P2

pairing: y/n x chris sturniolo

summary: y/n, born and raised in los angeles, moves across the country to boston. when she feels like she has nobody, she makes some new friends at her new job. she grows particularly close with the sturniolo triplets, where she finds a lot in common with one of them.

warnings: just cursing

lowercase intentional!!!

author's note: hi guys! PLEASE send feedback on the story so far! part one is already doing so much better than i thought it would?? yippee???

3:37pm.

honestly, the travel from moving caused me to lose a lot of sleep. and of course, last night was the night it decided to catch up to me. expecting my body to naturally wake up somewhere between ten and noon, i didn't set an alarm and here i was, quickly changing to make it to work within the next twenty-three minutes.

i slid on my pants and stumbled as i buttoned them, putting on a belt and cursing under my breath as i struggled. with a quick glance in the mirror, i sighed and looked through a few bags to find my last essentials. some earrings, my chapstick, my earbuds and sunglasses. i slid on some socks and some dunks, quickly springing to my feet and booking it out of the door.

"are you just getting out of bed?" my mom called from the living room, where she was sipping a coffee. i scoffed and nodded, reaching into the refrigerator and grabbing a water bottle. "yeah, i think the lack of sleep finally caught up to me," i mumbled, plugging in my earbuds and sticking one into my ear. "i need to go now, though. love you mom, i'll be home later." i smiled and waved, quickly heading to the door as i placed my other earbud in my ear.

i walked through the doors at work at 4:02, a deep sigh leaving me. i ran to the back and quickly clocked in before grasping my chest to catch my breath. the last thirty to forty-five minutes really woke me up yet tired me out at the same time.

"are you coming or what?" i heard a voice call from the customer service desk, causing me to whip my head over. "ah, yeah-! i'm sorry," i breathed, looking towards the doorway. i slipped out my earbuds and shoved them into my pocket before quickly making my way out while putting my nametag in its place.

i helped kill the line down, and when a moment finally came, i looked to the girl who had spoken to me when i clocked in. "i'm so sorry for being late. genuinely, i think the tiredness from the travel caught up to me and i woke up late." i chuckled and held out my hand. "my name's y/n, it's nice to meet you."

the girl looked down at my hand. as i was talking to her, she looked me up and down while re-applying her lip gloss. she's really pretty, i thought to myself at first. she had stick straight blonde hair and deep brown eyes.

"maeve." she stated quickly before rubbing in her lip gloss with her lips and turning away from me. i looked at her, a bit puzzled as she began collecting her things.

she was wearing a skirt. a very short one, at that. was that allowed? i remembered being told to only wear pants and none with holes. i was ripped away from my thoughts as she began walking towards the back. was she clocking out. "wait- are you.. are you already done for the day?" i stuttered, blinking a few times as i followed her and stopped at the doorway.

"i mean i'm out at 8, but i have somewhere to be," she told me, and i tilted my head. "you can do that?" i questioned, confusion plastered across my face.

"i can. you can't," she stated as she pressed the clock out button while staring directly at me. she then carefully shoved past me and began to leave.

"but i don't even know how to close," i started, but it was no use. she was already walking away and swaying her hips in a way that made my face crinkle. "excuse me?" i whipped my head over to the counter and smiled softly at the customer standing there. "sorry for the wait, how can i help you?"

the last two hours truly went by way too fast, but my body was beginning to ache. i had asked for help countless times, and i felt terrible. what was i supposed to do? this was literally my second day on the job and i was left alone at customer service. where people as questions and expect an answer. i had maybe three answers in total today, and a lot more angry people.

i finally managed to get somebody to cover me as i made my way into the breakroom, pushing into the door and letting out a deep sigh. i looked up and was greeted with a familiar boy and a pepsi can attached to his lips, bottom of the car facing upward as he chugged.

"hey," i breathed, and he jumped so hard that it almost scared me. "shit, did i scare you? sorry." i chuckled and moved to sit beside him, making sure to leave a chair between us for respect.

chris set down the pepsi and grasped his chest, chuckling between each deep breath he took. "jesus. hi, y/n." he smiled and carefully turned to face me more. "how's it going?"

i shrugged. "i mean... it's going? i'm alone at customer service on my second day. how good can it get?" i questioned, rubbing the back of my head before looking down in my lap.

"yeah, i hear you nonstop asking for help over the walkie," he joked, and i felt my face light up. "listen, i'm trying okay?" i smiled softly and he quickly waved his hands. "no worries. there's a reason i just do inventory. you're a trooper out there." he mumbled, and i smiled to myself. that made me feel a little better, knowing i was doing something that was harder for others. and getting through it, at that.

we sat in silence for a few moments and i scrolled through my phone. putting in my earbuds as i nodded my head softly to the music. i closed my eyes softly as i allowed the music to sink into my mind, feeling myself relax.

"whbhjf lisdfnnk tgjo?"

i ripped out my earbud and stared at chris. "sorry?"

"whatcha listenin' to?" he repeated, and i chuckled.

"ah, sorry. i literally had no idea what you said." i hummed and glanced at my phone. "can u feel your face by landon cube and lil gnar." i smiled softly, and his eyes lit up. "i love that song," he replied, visibly relaxing a bit more.

i smiled softly at him as he sat beside me. i blinked a few times before moving to sit in the chair closer to him, and offered him an earbud after careful investigation to make sure it was clean.

chris smiled warmly at me and we listened to music together until our break slowly came to an end.

i deep sigh left me as i looked over customer service. there was stuff everywhere, and i had no idea where any of it went. i felt a wave of stress run over me as i looked at the time. we closed three minutes ago, and i still had to take out the trash, wipe the counters, and go through returns and papers all over the counters and the floor.

"need some help?" i heard chris from the other side of the counter, and i smiled softly. "ah, i should be... fine..." my voice audibly sank lower with each word. chris shook his head and hopped the counter to come to the other side.

that may or may not have been the most attractive thing i had ever seen.

"i'll help you. i may not work up here but i know where things go." he mumbled and began picking some things up, making me smile softly at him. i wiped down the counters and took out the trash while chris organized the returned items and loose objects in the area.

with his help, we finished within fifteen minutes. "i really appreciate you," i breathed and smiled softly. "no problem," he started, before he paused and blinked a few times, looking over to me. "wait.. don't tell me."

i looked at him with a bit of confusion before fully turning my body to face him.

"did you walk to work again?"

i bit my lip and chuckled. "yeah, i don't really.. have any other way here." she smiled.

chris smiled and let out a soft laugh. "i can walk you home if you want?" he offered, and i blinked a few times.

"no no, please don't waste your time." i chuckled and looked down, rubbing the back of my head.

"i wouldn't be. you live right there, and i can't drive, so... i have to walk too." he chuckled, and i smiled with him.

after clocking out and collecting our things, chris and i began to walk. i held a hand against my stomach as i winced slightly. i was starving.

"you okay?"

chris's voice pulled me away from my thoughts as i turned to him and smiled shyly. "i um... haven't really eaten yet today." chris's face dropped. "y/n! we need to get food now." he scoffed as he blinked at me a few times, very clearly shocked.

"no no, please, i can get something at home. i really don't want to waste your time." i bit my lip as i looked up at him, but he shook his head fairly quickly. "y/n, i'm hungry too, so no, you aren't wasting my time... in fact, that won't ever be the case," he reassured, and i blushed slightly. "right," i nodded.

"there's a mcdonald's across the street. wanna get that?" he offered, and i smiled softly. "sure."

as we walked, he took out his airpods and handed me one of them. i smiled to myself as the music kicked on. way back by travis scott.

we reached the mcdonald's and he carefully opened the door for me. i entered and chuckled softly. "thank you, mister gentleman?" i joked, and he smirked. "don't even start," he replied, causing me to smile to myself.

"what do you get here?" i asked, looking at the large screen on the kiosk in front of us. "umm.. i don't know, it usually changes depending on what they got going on. can't fail with a ten piece though, right?" he asked, reaching over to press the button on the screen to add a ten piece chicken nugget to the order.

i smiled and nodded, pressing the same button. chris added a large fry and two medium drinks before taking out his phone and pressing it to the pinpad, apple pay visible on his phone screen. i blinked a few times.

"chris- i can pay for myself," i started, looking at him with a crinkled face. i absolutely hated when people paid for me.

"don't worry about it, i dragged you out to mcdonald's after insisting that i was hungry too," he smiled at me as his phone beeped, indicating the payment went through. i scoffed slightly. i guess he was right. "and you just got the job, so no paycheck yet," he added with a sheepish smile. i lightly smacked his arm. "shut up," i chuckled, and he laughed as we went to sit at a table and wait for our food.

my mind wandered as we sat and listened to the music playing lowly in each airpod. but then my mind landed on one thought.

"hey, you know maeve?" i questioned, blinking a few times.

chris seemed to throw his eyebrows up. "maeve, like at our work maeve?" he questioned, and i rolled my eyes. "no, the other one."

"don't be like that," he quickly responded with a soft chuckle, and i smiled. "yeah, that one."

"yeah, what about her?" he asked, and i bit my lip. "schedule said she was supposed to leave at 8, but she left at 4, right when i came in. i had no idea what i was doing for my entire shift." i mumbled and looked down. chris nodded and scoffed. "weird. she knows she shouldn't be leaving like that. pretty sure she got a warning for that a few weeks ago." he mumbled, and i nodded.

"she was kind of rude to me too, so.. i don't know, i'm probably overthinking it. sorry. i don't want to cause drama in the workplace. just wondering if she's normally like that." i mumbled, looking at my hands on the table.

chris nodded, listening closely to me. "i haven't seen her act that way before. i mean, maybe she's just upset that there's a new girl that's really pretty and she's jealous?" he stated nonchalantly, and i blushed darkly as i looked away with a soft smile.

it seemed to kick in, what chris had just said, because his face grew pink. "i mean- not that she's not pretty, even though you're prettier... but i mean not in a weird way," he rambled, and i chuckled, quickly causing him to hush.

"i appreciate it, chris." i smiled warmly, my face still red. chris chuckled shyly as he looked away.

"order 272!"

we both whipped our heads over, and before i knew it, chris was already grabbing the bag and thanking the lady who looked like she loved her job.

"ten piece for you, and ten piece for me," he stated as he pulled the items out with a bright smile. he spread out some napkins on the table and poured out the large fry before smiling proudly. "help yourself."

i chuckled. "wow, thank you," i responded and hummed, beginning to eat. i gasped as i remembered our drinks and stood up. "what do you want to drink?" i asked, standing up. he hummed softly, seemingly in deep thought.

"they only have coke products, so... i guess dr pepper will make do."

i smiled to myself. that was what i was going to get, too.

i nodded and made my way to the drink machine, deep in thought.

i had known this guy for two days and he was already making me feel nervous around him, and i didn't know how to feel about it. i swallowed and placed lids on the drinks, biting my lip. did i like chris? okay, let's be realistic. yes. i did like chris. we listened to the same music, he was cute, and a really nice guy... i guess i would see how things play out between us.

by the time i finished my thought, i was setting the drinks against the table and sitting back down across from him. "thanks, y/n/n." he mumbled, and i blinked a few times.

he looked at me mid-bite, blinking a few times. "sorry, is it okay if i call you that? i should have asked." he mumbled. he didn't seem to think of it as a big deal, but i blushed softly. i thought it was cute that he came up with a nickname for me so quickly. "i don't mind at all," i replied, smiling gently. he hummed in content.

the rest of the night was simple enough. we finished our food, talked about music, and he walked me home. it was chilly out, but i lived so close that i didn't bring anything up. when we reached my house, i sighed and turned to him. "thanks for tonight, the food and stuff.. i had a great time," i mumbled, and he smiled.

"me too. we should hang out more often. i like our vibe?" he said, a hint of confusion at the end as if he were trying not to come off as weird. i scoffed and nodded. "yeah, i agree." i hummed and began to step back towards my house. "you work tomorrow?" i asked, and he shook his head. "i'm off tomorrow. but i'd like to chat still?"

i stopped in my tracks and cocked my head to the side. "can i get your number?" he asked, and i blushed slightly. "oh, right, yeah sure..!" i stumbled over my words, and he handed me his phone.

i couldn't believe i was putting my number in this guy's phone. but i was happy i was. i smiled like a dork as i took his phone in my hands and began typing in my number. after finishing, i typed in my name with a little star emoji before handing it back to him. he furrowed his eyebrows.

"why a star?" he questioned, and i scoffed. "you know... star market?"

"i don't want to know you just for being my coworker," he muttered and smiled softly, blinking a few times. "but i'll leave it. it fits next to your name, anyways." he smiled as me and hummed. "okay, get some sleep. do you work tomorrow?" he asked, and i shook my head. "no, i'm off tomorrow."

chris smiled brightly. "same. i think nick works, but matt and i plan to hang out if you wanna tag along? i can text you about it later." he smiled, and i smiled back. "i don't want to intrude on your brother time. let me know." i replied, and he chuckled and nodded.

"text me when you get home?" i asked, and he nodded, smiling warmly at me. "i will." he hummed and stepped back. "have a good night!"

i waved and began to walk up to my porch and into my house, shutting the door.

i sighed deeply and looked up to see my mom staring at me. "who was that?"

i practically choked. "mom, why are you up?" i breathed, gripping my crewneck. "who was that? he's cute." she mumbled and i blushed darkly. "mom, he's just a guy from my work," i defended, trying to walk past her to the kitchen, but she followed quickly behind me.

"just a guy from work? y/n, you got off at midnight and it's almost two.." she smiled cheekily at me.

"he just.. offered to walk me home and we got food on the way." i mumbled, my cheeks pink. "his name's chris. he's a triplet." i smiled softly.

she throw her eyebrows up and hummed. "a triplet, huh? you don't see that every day."

"that's what i said!" i scoffed and hummed as i took a sip of my dr pepper. "anyways, i'm exhausted. i'm gonna try and get some sleep." i mumbled, and hugged my mom softly. "sleep well," she breathed, and i nodded before heading up the stairs.

after getting cozy and laying in bed, i made sure to set an alarm for 11am. no way i was sleeping through the day again. my phone buzzed and i turned to check it before smiling at the unknown number. i quickly changed his contact name before reading the message.

from: chris⭐ got home 🫡

i smiled softly to myself and reacted to the message with a heart, before beginning to type.

from: me glad to hear you didn't get kidnapped. going to bed?

i hummed and laid in bed, staring at my phone as it lit up my face in the darkness of my room.

from: chris⭐ nah, gonna run up some fortnite w matt

i scoffed, but that sounded about right.

from: me get that dub

i smiled softly as he reacted with a heart, and he began typing again.

from: chris⭐ i will bc u said that from: chris⭐ sleep well

i bit my lip. no way i was smiling like a little kid who just got what they had always wanted for christmas. i reacted with a heart and shut off my phone, setting it on the table beside my bed.

what have i gotten myself into?

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dirtybitfic · 4 months

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Company Pt 3

Contains~ walking around town , angry matt , smutt 😼( slapping ,chocking, biting, spanking, praising , degrading, overstimulation, use of names like- whore, slut, cum slut and sir)

not proofread cause honestly took me long enough to even fucking finish this shit so sorry if there is typos

I wake up feeling extra warm which confuses me since last night the air finally kicked on and I practically shivered myself to sleep. I open my eyes to see that the extra warmth I'm feeling is Matts body I'm currently pressed too . I immediately move away mostly from shock and slight fear . I turn over and look at my phone to see its currently 5 am here which is 8 am Seattle time. I groan as I get up and go pee and debate if I should try and fall back asleep or just stay awake and get ready for the day.

I walk back out of the bathroom to see matt still asleep peacefully . I decide to just try and go back to sleep for at least two more hours. I get comfortable as I wrap myself in the lush comforter . Its still pretty cold in the room and I so badly want to cuddle back into matt but I force myself not too given the obvious reasons, Sharing a bed with my boss is one thing but intentionally "cuddling" my boss is way outta line . I roll away from him and close my eyes as I starting to drift off to sleep I feel an arm snake around my waist and pull me closer . I gasp as I look over my shoulder to see a still asleep matt meaning he fully grabbed me in his sleep. I smile and allow it to happen since his body is so warm and cozy.

I must have fallen back asleep because I get woken up to matt softly shaking me . " Hey gotta get up we got things to do" he says making me groan . I roll onto my stomach burying my face into the pillow . " Really ?" he asks in an unimpressed voice at my behavior . " I don't want to get up i'm so comfortable" I say with the smallest amount of whininess in my tone. " Come on I promise once you see the town you'll be happy I made you get out of bed" he says and I look up at him standing by the side of the bed. " Fine i'll get up" I groan as I sit up and yawn and hop out of bed.

I go over to my suitcase picking out one of the kind of casual outfits we had packed and grabbed my makeup bag and made my way to the bathroom. After maybe 30 minutes I was ready and putting on my shoes. " Okay I rented a car and it should be down in the lot I had them drop it off early this morning" he says as he grabs his phone our room key and a couple other things he needed. I grabbed my small purse and there my phone and some chapstick in .

We made our way down to the parking lot and he lead me to a red alpine A110 . Nice little sports car , I'm not to mad about it but i'm just glad i'm not the one who has to drive it. We hop in though its very weird given the steering wheel is on the left side of the car instead of the right. " Isn't it weird driving on the left side and not the right?" I ask genuinely curious . " Mmm not really I mean a little but I spent a whole summer here in my younger years and got used to it pretty quickly" he answers as he starts the car and we're off to town.

I look around the whole drive at all the beautiful homes and vineyards we pass as we drive by. South France is truly beautiful. I see a sign for San Tropez and smile as I roll down the window and smell the fresh air. We make it to a road that has a perfect view of the water making me smile. It's so beautiful the water is very blue and clear unlike most beaches in America that are so polluted the water is practically brown.

" Wow is so beautiful" I say as I look over at matt smiling. " See I told you that you'd be happy I got you out of bed" he says with a sly smirk making me shake my head.

We park on the side of a road and he turns the car off turning slightly to look at me . I turn to look at him with an awkward smile on my face waiting for him to speak. "So I thought we could walk around and do some shopping and then chill on the beach for a while " he says making me smile. " That sounds amazing" I say smiling . " Great I called a couple friends I have out here who own some really nice stores and had them lay away some things I thought you'd like" he says with a smirk that makes me flush red. " Wow thats really nice of you thank you" I say smiling shyly at how sweet his gesture was.

We start walking down the street as I look around at all the beautiful buildings and people around. It's breathtaking and honestly I think if I could move here for the rest of my life I would .

“Okay here is our first stop” matt says as he pulls me into a Cartier store. I look around smiling at all of the gorgeous jewelry and sunglasses perfectly placed in gold cases. “Oh wow I love these” I say pointing to red tinted glasses . " Sir can you place these on hold while he we look around " I ask the man . He gives me a look of slight confusion and also as though he was judging me . Matt steps next to me "Veux-tu s'il te plaît emballer ces lunettes et prendre cette carte, nous allons regarder autour de toi, mais tout ce qu'elle choisit est facturé sur cette carte" he says to the man and hands him his card making me gasp. " Matt what why are you handing him your card?" I ask not wanting him to pay for anything. " You really thought I was going to let you pay for a thing ... absolutely not " he says and then swiftly walks off with a smile looking at jewelry. I sigh knowing trying to fight him on it would get us nowhere.

After picking out a ring I liked he payed and we were walking to another store. We shopped for probably around an hour before we went into a cute little boutique.

"I forgot to pack you a bathing suit so I thought we stop here and get you one then go down to the beach" matt says making me smile. "alright well ill look around real quick" I said as I went over to the wall covered in racks of different bikinis. I found a blue bikini I liked and went over to the register to pay. I manage to pay for this one without matt noticing. I walk over to him with a big smile " Ready to go?" I ask in a chirpy voice . " Yeah ... did you already check out?" he asks in a deep tone making my smile drop. " Y-yes i.." he cuts me off. "Y/n I made it very clear I didn't want you paying for a thing today ..." he says stepping closer to me slightly towering over me. " I... mean y-es but I just felt bad your spending your money on me I just wanted to buy one thing for myself" I ramble out feeling nervous. " You don't have to feel bad I wanted to treat you to a couple things but I understand how your feeling i'm sorry for getting a bit tense" he says stepping back taking a breathe. " I-its okay I appreciate it very much so thank you" I say looking down at the ground feeling a bit awkward now.

We walk out of the store and back to the car to set all of our bags in the trunk . " If you want you can change in the car really quick the windows are fully tinted " he says looking at me . " Okay " I answer with a small smile and climb into the car . I start undressing but I snag my top on my earring and it won't seem to get unhooked . I struggle around and since the top i'm wearing happened to have enough support I didn't have to wear a bra so my tits are fully out and swinging as I struggle. I groan after more struggling and slump back into the seat.

I hear a knock on the window and jump " WHAT' I yell in frustration . " You okay the cars been umm- shaking around a bit " Matt says in a slightly worried tone. " My top is fucking stuck on my earring and I cant get it off " I say . The door opens and my head snaps to look at Matt . He immediately hops in and closes it when he sees the fact i'm very exposed . " Let me help you " he says in a deep tone that makes my stomach flutter. " Fine" I groan as I itch closer to him one arm half over my head stuck there. " Sorry if this pulls your ear but I just have to-" he yanks the top towards him pulling my whole body with it . "Jesus Christ how did that help anything" I say in a pissed tone because honestly that shit hurt. " Do you want my fucking help or not stop it with the attitude" he snaps. I shut my mouth and let him do his thing. He gets my top unstuck and pulls it off . My hands immediately fly to my tits covering them even though he's fully seen them by now.

" Thank you" I say looking away in embarrassment. " No problem... need help with anything else?" he asks but I still don't look at him. "Uhhm nope I- i'm all good" I answer. " Okay well since i'm already in here i'm just gonna throw my trunks on" he says and I hear a belt unclipping. I stay turned to the window as I put the top on and then move to take my pants off . I slide them down my legs and pull them off my ankles when I hear a groan . My head snaps to look at Matt who is biting his lip he looks up to meet my eyes and my face is fully red. He was looking at my ass I think to myself . " Oh sorry " he says and turns to face the opposite way. I turn around smiling and slipping off my thong snd putting on the bathing suit bottoms. " Okay ready " I say and he turns to me . "Great lets go " he says and opens his door.

I get out and follow him down the steps to the beach . The second my feet hit the sand I smile and literally sprint to the water . I splash into the water fully submerging my body and coming up wiping the water from my face . I may be a groan as 23 year old woman but at the beach my inner child comes out . Im happiest when I'm in water especially water this clear and beautiful. I look up to see Matt smiling and shaking his head at my behavior .

" COME ON " I yell to him as I motion him to come into the water. " I think i'm gonna sit down for a minute" he says as he sets two towels down and pulls his shirt off making me gulp . He has tattoos scattered across his arm and a small happy trail leading up his lean torso . I accidentally moan but he's far enough so he doesn't hear it . I smirk and cock my head " Okay old man be boring then " I say as I spin around in the water. " Did you just... call me old and boring" he says walking closer to the water with a look of displease . " Mm yes I think I did" I say laughing a bit . He looks down sucking his teething slowly nodding making me feel like I fucked up saying that. I've slowly forgot that he's my boss on this trip and I've stopped talking to him the way I should be.

He lifts his head and makes eye contact with me , his eyes dark and narrow " You're gonna regret saying that" is all he says before he make his way into the water and towards me . Fuck I say as I slowly start backing up in panic, he swims to me quickly grabbing me by my ankle as I try to swim away . "NO no " I yell as he pulls me into him . " You might wanna take a deep breathe " he whispers to me as he picks me up and throws me into the water a little bit away from where he was standing. My body hits the water hard knocking the air out of me . I come up gasping giving him a pissing face" You mother fu-" " I don't think you really want to finish that sentence" he snaps at me . " No I think I do you mother fucker you threw me hard that hurt" I say as my eyes well up from the way my chest is stinging from the impact . " Are you ... actually gonna cry " he says with a chuckle .

I glare at him " Yeah cause it FUCKING HURT " I yell as I swim to get out . As I pass him he grabs me pulling me back to him. " Y/n come on i'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you" he says looking down at me . I roll my eyes as a tear slips down my face. " whatever boss " I snap back at him. " Where does it hurt ?" he asks with a sigh. " My chest" I say looking away from him. " I could kiss it better" he says and I cant tell if he's joking . I look at him narrowing my eyes " Haha really funny now let me go" I say trying to pull my arms from his grasp. He pulls me to him making me gasp .

His arms hook under my thighs and he picks me up . I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips . I look down at him In confusion " W-what are you d-doing" I ask as I lean away . " Kissing it better " He answers and his lips meet my chest making me gasp. It feels so good so I let it happen . He kisses sloppily all over my red chest and I cant help but whimper when his lips meet the exposed part of my left boob. " M-matt you... this is wrong" I groan as I throw my head back in pleasure. " Just let it happen" he groans into my chest as he nips softly making me whimper and accidentally grind against him. he groans when I do and his hands move to my ass making me moan . he uses his nose to push my top to the side and he wraps his lips around my nipple making me drop my head down and moan . This is so wrong so very wrong but... I cant help but grind into his now hard dick thats pressed perfectly into my pussy. " M-matt" I moan as he sucks harder and bites pulling away as his teeth graze my nipple causing a mix of pain and pleasure to course through me . " Hmm what is it" he questions into my chest and he places more wet kisses. " Y-you have to stop i..." " You what ... am I making you wet y/n" He asks he kisses up my neck to my ear. I whine as he hits my sweet spot under my ear and nips softly at the skin. " Answer my question y/n" he spits and grips my ass harder making me buck into him. " Y-yes " " Yes what?" he teases . " Yes you-your turning me on " I Moan into his ear as my head drops onto his shoulder . "So dirty ... letting your boss touch you like this... in public too" he says into my ear making me whimper into his neck as I grind against him .

" Look at me y/n" he says and I do. " Do you want this" he asks making me blush and slowly nod my head unintentionally giving him fuck me eyes. " use your words y/n I need to hear you say it" I says in a deep husky tone that has me whimpering. " I want it ... i've always wanted it" I whisper into his ear . He groans as he sets me back on my feet and places my top back in its place and drags me along behind him.

"m-matt your dragging m-me " I whine as the water keeps getting in my mouth. "your fine don't be dramatic"he groans . I cough as water goes down my throat and I gag on the salty flavor. The second we hit the sand he rushing to the towels yanking them up and throwing one over me then grabbing me and throwing me over his shoulder." Put me down " I whine and earn a harsh slap on the ass from him. " Seriously put me down Matt" I say as I smack his back. " No" he simply says making me groan and slump over like dead weight.

We reach the car and he opens the door and practically throws me into the seat buckling me then walking around to his side opening it and turning on the car and zooming off speeding the whole way back to the chateau.

" slow down Matt Jesus Christ" I say as I grip my seat as he accelerates even more. " Do not tell me what to do y/n" he grits out as he grips the steering wheel harshly. " We're going to get pulled over i'm being serious slow the fuck down" I say in a panicked tone. "Keep running that pretty fucking mouth of yours and see where it gets you" he growls making me snap my mouth shut and look out of the window.

We come to a harsh stop when we reach the gate that opens up and Matt zooms down the long driveway and parks in a spot not caring how badly he parked and turns off the car. He gets out popping the trunk in the process and grabbing all the bags from shopping and making his way to the doors as I follow him like a lost puppy . " good evening Mr. Sturniolo how was your day" the man a=who opens the door asks sweetly. " Great thank you Gino" Matt says as he rushes in and makes his way up the stairs with me rushing up after him.

Ive never seen this man in such a rush before but something about it makes me even more eager to find out what hell do to me once we get into the room.

He stops at the door and looks back at me as i'm fully out of breathe from practically running up the stairs . " Keys in my pocket open the door" he demands and I oblige since his hands are full of bags . I grab the key and unlock the door for him as he struts in and throws the bags down on the sofa . " Come on" he demands as he makes his way into the bedroom ,I follow . " I think we should take a shower get all the sand off of us hmm" he hums as he looks down at me with a look of pure lust. I nod my head and walk to the bathroom ripping off my bikini and turning the water on. " Fuck" I hear from behind me making me turn around . " w-what what's wrong" I ask thinking something was wrong. " Nothing your just so fucking perfect" he answers looking me up and down making me nervous . " I am not perfect " I say in a tone that sounds slightly challenging. " yes you are" he answers as he steps closer and slowly removes his trunks and boxers. I cant help but let my eyes wander down his exposed body and the practically pop out of my head when they reach his rock hard dick.

Its huge like really big , thick and veiny making me gulp . This is a line I should not be crossing with my boss but as of right now the only thing I can think about is how much i've wanted this exact thing to happen and all morals are out of the window as he steps closer to me . He opens the shower door and presses me by my chest into the hot water. I sigh as the water runs over my body and down my face. I watch him as he steps in front of me , his eyes contact is so intense .

He runs his hands up my body into my hair wrapping his hands into it on each side tugging making me look all the way up at him. " So fucking beautiful" he whispers making me smile and blush. He leans down as our lips meet in a heated kiss . I glide my hands up his torso to his shoulders gripping them softly as he deepens the kiss and I moan into his mouth.

He pulls away grabbing my body wash and lathering me in it , his hands feel so good all over me , just like i've always thought they would. I sigh as the water rinses the suds off of me . I grab his body wash and do the same as I watch his face that seems to show signs of calmness . He rinses off and we get out .

I grab my towel wrapping it around myself as I look up at him . He smiles at me as he wraps a hand around my throat pulling me into him . " Tell me y/n ... how many times have you thought about me touching you... kissing you- tasting you?" he whispers against my neck making me shiver. " A-alot " I stutter as he places a open mouth kiss under my jaw . " mmm what about in the office... have you thought dirty little things when you sit behind that little desk of yours" he asks making me whimper . " I... yes " I answer in a breathy tone as his lips continue kissing under my ear. " Yes what?" he asks in a low tone making me clench my thighs. " y-yes sir" I moan as his grip on my throat tightens slightly. " Atta girl " he groans as he grabs me and picks me up walking out of the bathroom and heading straight to the bed.

He throws me down making me moan and the force. " Spread your legs for me gorgeous" he commands as he kneels in front of the bed right where my body is slightly hanging off. I open my legs wide inviting him in. He groans as he looks at my dripping wet pussy thats begging for him to just touch it. " Just a perfect little pussy" he groans then attaches his mouth to my swollen clit and sucks making me moan loudly and throw my head back. " F-fuck o-oh my ..." I whine as he licks and sucks in all the right ways . " Taste so sweet" he groans into me making me buck my hips . " F-fuck Matt it feels so g-good" I whimper as my legs start to tremble . He sucks on my clit as he inserts a finger into me bringing me even more pleasure . " Ahh o-oh fuck fuck m-matt please " I whine loudly as I buck into his face making him slap my thigh with his free hand. " Stop wiggling around" he demands with hard cut eyes . " S-sorry it just oh fuck f-feels so good " I moan as he adds another finger in and sucks a bit harder making my legs tremble harder. " Fuck FUCK MATT oh fuck i'm so close" I half whine half moan as my body starts heating up with my incoming orgasm. "Come on sweetheart give it to me " he groans as he flicks his tongue and curls his fingers perfectly sending me over the edge with a yelp . My entire body shakes as he licks and sucks me through my intense orgasm. I come down but he still hasn't stopped , i'm breathing hard and shaking from the overstimulation . " M-MATT s-stop please its too much" I whimper as I try and pry his face away .

He stops as he looks up at me with a look that has me becoming even more turned on than I already am. " Y/n I need you to understand one thing before I fuck you... i'm a very dominant man and I am not gentle so if you don't think you can handle it tell me now" he says in a raspy voice making me bite my lip . " I want you to be rough, use me I don't care just ... please I need you so bad" I say as I give him a needy look which he returns with a smirk. " Yeah?" he asks in a mocking tone " Yes matt please " I whine as I grab his chain and pulling him to be over me. " If it gets to much say Rain and I'll stop okay" " Rain got it now please matt " I say as I press on his chest throwing my head back feeling impatient.

He pulls my towel off then his and throws them somewhere on the floor . " You gonna be a good girl for me " He asks as he pinches one of my hard nipples and tugs slightly making me gasp " Y-yes fuck i'll be so good" I say which makes him groan in pleasure with my answer. " Your gonna answer me as sir when I ask you a question is that clear " he says making me nod my head " Yes sir" I say in a seductive tone looking up at him innocently . He bits his lip then spits down onto his hard dick . I watch as he rubs it over his tip and long thick shaft . I gulp knowing its going to hurt , he's way bigger than any dick i've ever taken in my life which makes me slightly nervous. "You okay" he asks as he looks at the expression on my face. " Yes y-yeah i'm okay its just... you're really big" I answer as I look at him . " It's okay I know you can take it " he says back making me smile and nod.

He lines the tip to my entrance making me suck in a breathe in anticipation of the pain i'm about to be in. He slowly slides in making me whimper at the the stretch " Fuck your tight" he groans as he pushes in more making me slap a hand to his chest " ahh fuck I-it hurts" I whine as I close my eyes . " You're okay I got you " he says as he caresses my face softly . He slides in more making me whine and try and back away from him , he grabs my face holding it kind of tight . " Do not try and get away from me , I know it hurts but do not do that" he says in a demanding tone making me whimper . "Y-yes sir i'm s-sorry" I say as I look down at where we meet making me moan . There is still probably about 4 more inches to go which makes me whine . " Im gonna go all the way in okay you got it just squeeze my arm" he says and I grab onto him and the thrusts all the way in making me cry out . " Ahhh Jesus Christ " I cry out as I press my head into his chest.

" Just breathe sweetheart its okay" he soothes as his hand moves to my hair pulling so I look up at him. " You gonna be a good girl and let me move now?" he asks and I nod. " Words " He demands " Y-yes sir " I whine and at my words he starts thrusting , I'm practically panting and he moves in and out still stretching me out. " Fuck ugh so d-deep" I whine as he thrusts a bit faster and I start getting used to his size " Doing so good for me " he groans as he slips his thumb into my mouth making me moan around it. " Feels good huh" He asks smirking " M-mmhm" I moan around his finger, he pulls it out and wraps his hand around my throat as he starts ruthlessly pounding into me making me scream . " FUCK O-OH MY G-GOD" I scream as I close my eyes and arch off the bed . He pressed me down making me lay flat on my back again and he slowly slides it down to where he's bulging inside of me. " Who knew you'd be such a little slut for my cock" He says making me moan loudly . " S-so good fuck i'm so close" I whine as I feel the pressure start to build in my stomach . " Close already " he says in a mocking tone . I move my hands to his back scratching down as my body is built with pure pleasure . " Fu-fuck FUCK OH MY can I cum please please let me cum" I beg pathetically as my orgasm is on the verge of taking over. " How bad do you want it come on beg me for it" he taunts as he squeezes my neck harder. " S-DO BAD SIR FUCK SO BAD PLEASE I C-CANT FUCK" I cry out making him smile " Go ahead make a mess all over my cock" he says and I immediately tumble over the edge shaking and running my nails down his back deeply. " Aww look at you such a little whore shaking for me" he says making me roll my eyes back and scream out.

His hands grab ahold of each side of my head as my face is buried into his chest as he repositions him self and pounds into me harder and deeper than before making me scream " F-FUCK RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE" I scream and he pounds the perfect spot to make me squirt. " Hear hoe fucking wet you are for me fuck such a sweet sound" He rasps as I scream in pleasure and my juices spray out all over his dick and the bed under me. " Fuck keep fucking do that so fucking hot" he groans as he raises back up and props my legs on his shoulder relentlessly pounding into the same spot over and over. " F-fuck i'm gonna squirt again" I whimper as I feel the pressure quickly approaching. " Come on make a mess soak this fucking bed like the little slut you are" He degrades me and my juices spray out even more this time making him pull out and shove his finger into me curling them to make me shoot even more juices out. " AHH m-matt p-please t-too much I c-cant" I cry out as he just looks down at me smirking in satisfaction . " Turn around , ass up and arch that fucking back" he demands and I comply. I arch as far as I can and wait for him to reenter me.

I gasp when his hand harshly slaps my ass, then again and again till it stings and I try and move away from his hand whining. " Looks so good with my handprint on it" He groans as he slams back into me making me almost fall flat on my stomach. He grabs a hold of my hair pulling me head up off of the bed as my hands grip the sheets above my head . " Ugh fuck so d-deep" I whine out in a high pitched voice as one of my hands moves back pushing on his lower stomach as I cry out in slight pain from how hard he's pounding my cervix. He grabs it and holds it behind my back using it as leverage to go harder and faster than I thought possible. " AHH MATT MATT TO DEEP I- C-CANT TAKE IT" I scream as I try and move away. "You know what to say if you really want me to stop " he growls as he lets go of my hand and smacks my ass making me tremble and moan loudly echoing off the walls. " F-fuck ahhh I- i'm mmm" I whine as I smack his stomach repeatedly as my orgasm crashes over me , my entire body light on fire with pleasure. " Thats it keep fucking shaking " He praises as his thrust start to get sloppy . " UGH f-fuck " I groan out raspy and exhausted becoming so overstimulated I can barely hold on.

"Gonna let me breed this little pussy" he asks deeply into my ear as he leans over me going even deeper making me yelp. " Y-Yes sir fuck p-please" I whimper out as his hand comes around my throat pulling me up to meet his chest . " Fuck gonna fill you up" he groans as he bites my shoulder kinda hard. " MMM please fuck I want it so bad" I moan as I drop my head back onto his shoulder burying my face in his neck. "Beg for it let me know just how much you wanna be my good little cum slut" He growls making me moan and my pussy to pulse at his words. " Ugh I want it so bad sir fuck I--- want to b-be your cum slut" I moan as my eyes roll back as he pounds into me hard and fast . With a groan and a squeeze to my throat he fills me up and i'm breathing hard collapsing onto my stomach vision blaring momentarily.

He slowly pulls out groaning as watches his cum spill out of me as my legs are trembling . He runs his hands over my ass up my back softly messaging me making me sigh. " Did so good sweetheart" he praises making me smile. " Im e-exhausted" I stutter out as I roll over to face him. He smiles at me sweetly " I know let's clean you up then you can sleep" He says as he picks me up setting me in the large bathtub and turning on the water letting it fill up . He slides in behind me pulling me back to rest against him. I sigh as the hot water soothes my sore muscles . He runs his hands up and down my arms soothingly then down under the water to my thighs rubbing slowly washing away the mix of our cum off and very softly doing the same to my sore pussy making me whine in discomfort.

After laying in the bath for a while we get out and head to bed not even bothering to put clothes on . I turn off my light and slide into the cool covers closing my eyes as I sink into the bed exhausted. " You doing okay need anything before you fall asleep?" he asks softly as he runs his fingers through my hair. " No I just ..." I don't even finish before I turn to him and wrap my arms around his waist and cuddle into him making him chuckle softly . " Just want you to hold me " I say slightly embarrassed with how needy and pathetic I sound. " I'll hold you forever if thats what will keep you happy " He says in a tired deep voice and I cant help the smile that grow soon my face.

I kiss his chest softly before I start to drift off to sleep. " Good night Ma belle fille" He whispers before kissing me on the head and falling asleep himself.

part 4 coming sometime 🤷🏻‍♀️

love y'all MWAH 💋

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(fluff/angst) sunghoon x f!reader oneshot

masterlist !

warnings! (mentions of sex, swearing, mentions of being used, best friends to lovers trope, crying, self - doubt , sunghoon being sunghoon, kissing, sunghoon throwing reader into water, fluff, sunghoon is saur romantic here... )

!! let me know if I missed anything

!! english is NOT my first language so please be nice ♡

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,, Uhh... I'm gonna have to leave now'' The male next to you suddenly said, making you look at him in disappointment. You watched him putting his clothes back on after the intimate night you shared, feeling your Heart clench. ,, A- Are you serious... ?'' You stuttered. ,,Yeah, sorry .. I'm actually not interested in building a relationship or something. Just so you know. Have a good one'' He stated, looking at you one last Time before eventually leaving your Apartment. And as soon as your bedroom door closed, tears started streaming down your face. You felt so empty.

,,This happens all the goddamn time'' You whispered to yourself, choking on your Tears slightly. He was just like everyone else... even though you didn't want him to be. He seemed so sweet and caring the night before, but he ended up using you just like everyone else. You just wanted to know what it feels like to be loved by a guy ... but no one ever showed you.

However, as you were busy crying your eyes out because you were hurt once again, you noticed you phone buzz on your bedside table. You quickly wiped your tears away, before quickly checking your phone. It was your best friend. He randomly sent you two selfies, leaving you confused.

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Y/N : wtf ?

Sunghoon : what do you mean ? I look amazing .. now tell me which one is better :D

Y/N : I'm not in the mood rn, hoon

Sunghoon : what's wrong ?

Y/N : I don't wanna talk about it

Sunghoon : I'm coming over

Sunghoon : I'll be there in 10

Y/N : no.

Sunghoon : okay then i'll be there in 20 lol ( you can't stop me, loser )

Y/N : you're kinda annoying sometimes

Sunghoon : I know you love me. I'll take you out on a drive so get ready

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You knew you couldn't stop Sunghoon from coming over. So you quickly got up to find an outfit, and started to freshen up a bit. Your eyes were super puffy, your lips were dry and your hair was a mess. So after applying some chapstick, brushing your hair and putting on a comfy outfit, you waited for your best friend to arrive. And after a few minutes of waiting, he finally did.

You left your apartment before getting into his car, greeting him with a hug. ,,So... how's it going ?'' Sunghoon spoke up, finally driving away from your apartment. You sighed deeply. ,,Horrible'' Sunghoon chuckled, making you glare at him. ,,Are you sure you don't wanna talk about it ?'' He asked, glancing at you. ,,I kinda feel like i'm not loveable...'' You confessed. Sunghoon furrowed his eyebrows. ,,What the hell are you talking about ?'' You suddenly felt a tear running down your cheek. ,,Every time i meet someone new, they always end up using me for Sex. And I'm sick and tired of it, Sunghoon. I just want to be loved and appreciated for once without being hurt. Do you understand that ?'' Sunghoon nodded his head with no hesitation. ,,Of course I do. I'm so sorry '' He answered, before carefully taking your hand into his.

He softly caressed your hand with his thumb in a reassuring way, making your heart beat faster. When you looked at Sunghoon, you noticed his mouth curving into a soft smile. ,,You'll find someone who loves you the way you deserve to be loved. I promise '' He said, as you softly wiped your tears away. ,,And how do you know that ?'' You mumbled. Sunghoon giggled. ,,Because i'm Park Sunghoon'' He answered with confidence, making you roll your eyes.

Right before you could even ask where you were going, Sunghoon stopped his car. He looked at you with a grin on his face as he let go off your hand, before carefully getting out of his car. He walked over to the other side of the car and opened the door for you, signaling you to get out. ,,Thank you...'' You mumbled quietly, making Sunghoon smile softly. ,,You're welcome. Follow me'' He commanded. You really wondered where he was taking you. You were in the middle of nowhere, and you started getting nervous for some reason.

After literally walking through the woods for 10 minutes straight, you arrived at the most beautiful place you've ever been to. You stared at the river in front of you in awe, fascinated by the crystal clear water. You even spotted a waterfall. The trees around the river were decorated with lights, and the sound of the waterfall was incredibly calming. This place surely reminded you of a fairytale. ,,Do you like it ?'' You heard Sunghoon say as he stood behind you. ,,I love it'' Sunghoon smiled. He slowly came closer to you, before gently wrapping his hand around your waist, pulling you into a back hug. Sunghoon's hugs have always been the best ones. ,,How are you feeling ?'' He whispered, resting his head on your shoulder. You smiled lightly. ,,Better... thank you for taking me here, Hoon...'' Sunghoon sighed in relief. ,,I'm so glad you're doing better...'' He mumbled quietly, holding you even tighter. You couldn't help but feel butterflies in your stomach when Sunghoon held you like that.

His hugs somehow felt .. genuine.

,,Do you think we can swim in here ?'' You asked the boy behind you, pointing at the river. ,,Yeah, we can. We didn't bring anything with us tho...'' Sunghoon stated, making you scoff. ,,Sunghoon, be for real. We've known each other since we were babies, and we've always been really close. I really don't mind you seeing me in my underwear at this point.'' You explained, before pulling your oversized Shirt over your Head, and removing your sweatpants. Sunghoon shrugged his shoulders before doing the same thing, following you into the water right after.

The water was slightly warm, yet refreshing. It had the perfect temperature for taking a swim on a hot summer day. Sunghoon slowly swam towards you before quickly picking you up, throwing you into the water as you let out a loud scream . You gently wiped the water off your face, before glaring at him. Sunghoon laughed loudly at your grumpy face, and you couldn't help but laugh along with him. Before Sunghoon could say anything else, you quickly swam up to him, and pulled him into a hug. He didn't hesitate to hug you back. You smiled to yourself, trying not to laugh before letting yourself fall backwards, pulling Sunghoon into the water with you. ,,Now we're even...'' You stated, giggling quietly.

The moment you brushed your wet hair back with your fingers, you noticed that Sunghoon has suddenly become utterly silent. Thinking you've done something wrong, you immediately apologized. ,,Sorry for doing this I thought it wouldn't bother y-''

,,I love you, Y/N'' Sunghoon interrupted you, leaving you in shock. ,,W- What ?'' You stuttered, looking at him with widened eyes. ,,I love you. It's always been you...'' He confessed shyly. Your eyes softened when you saw the nervousness in his eyes. You've never seen him like this. He was even shaking a bit.

Sunghoon has always been there for you. He held you tight whenever you needed to cry, he cuddled you whenever you felt down, he took you on late night drives whenever you needed some distraction, you could call him whenever you needed someone to talk, and most importantly : he always made sure you're happy. And whenever you weren't happy or someone hurt you, it hurt him as well. Because he couldn't stand seeing you like this. He always needed to see you smile. To him, you had the most beautiful smile. He was in love with you. And when you had him in front of you confessing his love to you, you realized how much you actually loved him as well.

God, you were so blind.

,,Kiss me'' You whispered, staring into his brown eyes. Sunghoon let out a shaky breath before connecting your lips into a passionate kiss. Goosebumps ran across your skin when you felt his fingertips trace over your skin. Sunghoon slightly tilted his head as your lips moved against each other's. ,,You're so beautiful'' He whispered against your lips, running his hands over your wet body. You quickly pulled his face to yours again, deepening the kiss as your hand gently caressed his neck. You already knew you could never get sick of the taste of his lips. After a few minutes you eventually broke the kiss, before wrapping your arms around Sunghoon's neck, staring into his eyes deeply. He smiled softly. ,,I must be in heaven...'' He mumbled with a big smile on his face, making you giggle. Sunghoon pulled you closer to his body, holding you tight just how you liked it. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead, making you melt into his touch. ,,So this is what being loved feels like...''

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theolivetree123 · 11 days

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I'm reaaaaally interested to know how you think your OCs would get along/not with my OC Artemisia

Especially Constance, since they're in the same dorm!

HI MOONY ‼️ here's what I came up with:

Girls Night Out

All of these oc interactions I'll be doing for the next few days will be in fanfic format. (Note: I'M SORRY IF THIS SUCKS, I'M NOT GOOD AT WRITING! I SWEAR, I'M TRYING TO GET BETTER AT IT!!)

Pairing: Platonic ArteConstance

Today was just like any other. Artemisia sat down on a sofa, waiting for dinner to arrive. The rest of her dorm mates waited around, too, chatting with each other. Being one of the only girls in your dorm had been a bit of an uncomfortable reality for Artemisia. Even though everyone treated her with respect, Artemisia still felt a little weird being around so many men. Seemingly out of nowhere, Lilia came up behind her, leaning over the sofa.

"Hello, Artemisia. Have you seen Constance around? Dinner is almost ready." Lilia said.

"No, I haven't. But I'll look for her now." Artemisia said, standing up from the sofa.

"Thanks, Artemisia." Lilia smiled.

Artemisia smiled back, though, she was a little worried about Constance. She had always been so extroverted, even when she was around people she didn't know. Constance was practically known at NRC for her eagerness to know people, so why was she not here now? Artemisia quickly made her way to Constance's dorm. Constance and Artemisia had been put into their own separate dorms due to them being women. Even though Artemisia found it a little weird, she knew that it was against the rules for boys and girls to share a dorm room. As Artemisia walked up to Constance's dorm, she felt a little twinge of fear. Her and Constance rarely talked, even though they were the only girls in Diasomnia. Artemisia didn't want to annoy her! With a deep breath, Artemisia nervously knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Artemisia carefully opened the door, closing it behind her. Inside, Constance was sitting at her vanity, looking sort of sad as she fiddled with her copious amounts of makeup.

"Uh... is everything alright, Constance?" Artemisia asked quietly.

"UGH! I'm so bored!" Constance exclaimed, setting down her chapstick.

Artemisia slightly jumped at Constance's outburst. "U-uh... well, dinner's ready, so-"

Constance quickly cut her off. "You feel it too, right? It feels like we've been doing the same thing over and over again!" Constance stood up, putting her arm on Artemisia's shoulder. "We need a new change of pace."

"Wait, we?" Artemisia looked at Constance, worried about what she'd cook up.

"Yeah! We should totally go on a girls trip together!" Constance said.

Artemisia nervously scooted away from Constance. "B-but it's late! And dinner is almost ready!"

Constance rolled her eyes. "Who needs another night of Lilia's awful cooking when we can go around Sage's Island and eat whatever we want?"

Constance quickly pulled out a broomstick from under her bed, seemingly one she'd stolen from Mr. Vargas. "What do you say, Arty?" Constance gestured towards her open window.

Artemisia thought for a moment. Looking at Constance, then at the door, then back at Constance. Artemisia sighed before walking over to Constance. "You are such a bad influence, Constance."

"Haha! I know, right?" Constance smiled.

HOPEFULLY U LIKE THIS, MOONY ‼️ Artemisia and Constance give off such sister vibes

#🔵 olive's answers #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland #ocs #twst oc

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yanverse · 10 months

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Physically I am just chilling in bed, but in my mind I am peppering Kaito’s face with little kisses while holding his face in my hands. He is my little meow meow.

"Meow, meow!" You paw at the arm in your lap, the pink-haired boy it's attached to having been snuggled up beside you on the couch for a good while now.

Your neighbors probably think there's a few especially noisy cats living here. But they'd be wrong, because the only animals living in this apartment are you, and-

"Mrrow?" A crisp, perfect purr rumbles from Kaito's throat, his eyes still glued to the screen of his handheld. The console's been buzzing with flashy lights and the tinny sounds of explosions for the past half an hour, your boyfriend's game keeping his focus as he's working on beating his friend's high score. This whole meowing thing started as a joke, but now it's become a genuine mode of communication--when you're too lazy to even form words, your slowly-improving cat impressions say all that needs to be said.

"Maow!" Another pawing motion, and your fingers wrapped up in his hoodie strings to drag him closer, and Kaito's snort of laughter puts a sour scowl on your face. It's not destined to last, though, because it's merely a precursor for his game to settle in his lap and his head to turn to accept a well-deserved kiss on the mouth. For once he's remembered to put on chapstick, thank goodness. His lips feel so nice, so soft, and it feels like such a waste for them not to be taken care of--but at the very least, he's started doing it just for you.

"How many kisses?" He murmurs low under his breath, eyes half-lidded as he just barely manages to keep your lips at bay to answer. "You know I'm busy, babe. Name your price."

"Four hundred thousand." If he weren't so distracted, you know your answer would assuredly earn you a bout of laughter. He's got such a pretty laugh. He does smile at you, though, for better or for worse.

"That's a little unrealistic. Why not four, to start?"

"Four thousand? Meow?" Tacking on that pretty plea is a low blow, but the hiccup you can feel in Kaito's stomach as you rub your hand over it is exactly the reaction you wanted. He can just be so easy to work over. Hence why his fingers are coming up to clasp around yours, halting your gentle strokes with a hitch of breath in his throat. His legs shift position, moving about with uncomfortable weight before he settles one over the other--for once, sitting his console on his lap seems to benefit him this time, especially with those soft cheeks growing dark.

"Four, baby. I'll just be a little longer." Your ears twitch at the hint of strain in his voice, a sigh passing from your lips to his as you claim the first one. No tongue this time. He deserves to suffer a little bit for making you wait. But the other three make a perfect triforce over his face; left cheek, right cheek, and between the brows where he's got the faintest little freckle on the side. Kaito's eyes have shut while you work, only to flutter open once you're finished, the nibbling on his lower lip a clear tell that he wishes it wouldn't end so soon. But he's got a thing about finishing whatever he's focused on and he can't divert from it for long. That gleam in his eyes is a warning that he'll make it up to you once this task is finished, though.....which could be good or bad, considering you can still feel an ache from the other morning. Even with his lap as a buffer, that gaming chair of his is so uncomfortable.

In a flash, Kaito's tuned back in to the game like nothing ever happened. Yet, when you move your hand from his belly to go find something to entertain yourself with, his unusually strong grip tugs you back to settle against his shoulder. He presses it down firmly, fiddling about with only one hand--the other arm then circles around your shoulders, and he covertly slides you further into his lap for you to entwine yourselves together. From this angle you can watch him play, he can rest his weight on you, have a prop for his arm to sit up and quit getting sore....and Kai's desire to snuggle into you is returned tenfold, the two of you practically inseparable as you settle in for a long afternoon.

#kaito ooe #kaito ooe x reader #yandereverse #yandere ocs #male yandere #ellie writes #anons

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pettypuppy-jonghyun · 2 years

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Kiss You | Bang Chan

Summary: Chan is flirty and loves to kiss you/female reader

Warnings: none it's fluff

@alyszaen

"Darling, I'm wearing my sugar cookie chapstick!"

"Well then come over and let me kiss you."

You couldn't help the giggle that slipped past your lips as Chan pulled you flush against his chest, hands molding against your hips as he held on. Instantly, your arms wrapped around his neck as he leaned down and smiled sweetly, already preparing himself for what he knows is to come.

At some point in your relationship this had become a habit between you two. Towards Christmas one year you were gifted different scented lip balms that were meant to use for the holidays. Originally, you only wore it then. After a few times of doing this, though, you had begun to realize what a strong effect it left on your lover. The way he would hum against your lips and whisper how sweet you tasted.

The feeling of his smile would ghost your connected mouths and contagiously spread to yours. It didn't matter where you were or how you felt-especially since he'd do it even if you were sick-Chan expressed his liking for some of the scents by his actions. Today was no different in his approach, aside from you announcing to him you chose to put on the sugar cookie balm despite it not being in season. This immediately piqued his interest and went to you.

"What's the occasion?" He asks, smirking down at you after pulling away from a kiss. "Because I might not be the brightest, but I know it's not Christmas yet."

You roll your eyes at his joke. "Obviously." You began to sway between your feet, forcing Bang Chan to mimic your steps in the same rhythm. "I just figured 'cause'--- and it brought you here."

Your partner laughs lightly, leaning down to seal your lips together again. He mumbled a few words of acceptance into your neck while trailing the kisses down and to your shoulder. His hands prodded at the skin exposed on your back as you continued to move in timely steps.

When he lifted his head, he moved so the side of his face rested against yours ever so softly. He removed your left hand to entwine with his own, tilting the hands up and down to match your swaying. Your right arm fell from his neck down to his shoulder blades as you felt him take control, the pace increasing.

Your laughter echoed in the living room as he moved the two of you around. The steps became more frequent and your arms dipped even quicker. Chan couldn't help the grin stretching across his face as he watched you light up with joy, continuing to move you about.

"What are you doing?" You managed to choke out through the laughter. "You're crazy!"

Chan shook his head. "I'm dancing with my lover. Is that okay?" He faked an attitude as he changed the direction of your turns, swapping arms once again.

You struggled to keep up with his out-of-rhythm steps as your feet began to stumble and brush against the ground. Chan was practically dragging you in circles at that point, but still managed to keep you both very entertained. At one point even went as far as placing his palm against the back of your head before dramatically dipping you towards the floor.

When you stood upright again, he put both hands into the air, shaking them dramatically before dropping them below his stomach as he took a bow. "Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week!"

You shook your head, not bothering to glance at his imaginary crowd as you walked towards the couch for rest. You threw your arm over your eyes the minute you laid on the seat, sighing heavily.

"Out of breath already, babe?"

You nod, not sparing him a glance as you hear him shuffle to sit on the edge. You feel his hands come around your waist again, his upper body leaning down on the couch so he could get closer to you. It took all the power in you to not start giggling.

"Quick, she's out of breath!" He shouts into the air to no one in particular. "She needs CPR!"

At his words you immediately threw the arm off your eyes, sitting up slightly in an attempt to stop his actions. It was far too late then, as you incidentally met Bang Chan half way in the kiss. You wanted to fight him, tell him off for the terrible joke, but you also benefited greatly when you wore the sugar cookie lip balm. Because his kisses made you feel whole again.

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ashiemochi · 9 months

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(don't) go easy on me - iii ♰

✠ (don't) go easy on me ↳ not bad for our first time, huh?

➶ pairing: OC x Piers Nivans ➶ genre: mostly fluff, slight angst, gore (like a broken bone), first time! smut, cliche mean clique (like two girls) ➶ word count: 13.8k

♰ Content includes: dry humping, dirty talk, nipple play, foreplay (f receiving), oral play (f receiving), your typical sexy moment with coke can girth piers

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Gently dabbing the softly scented vanilla oil on her hands, So Ah smeared it all over her hands, arms, and legs, and focused more on her neck and the spots under her ears.

She stood by the tall mirror to add her final touches before straightening up once done.

The berry-coloured dress hugged her waist to give her that curvy look before draping over her hips and stopping at her mid-thigh. The sleeves were puffy and loose over her upper arms. The tie around her waist gave the illusion of a plunging V-neck collar, vaguely making out her chest.

The cotton fabric was cool on her skin, perfect for the summer heat of Washington DC. She won't lie that she didn't wear a lingerie set underneath the dress. The darkly desaturated rose-patterned maroon tights also reached her mid-thighs with a strap attached to her panties of the same colour and pattern. The bralette she wore was also of the same set.

Just a little precaution, she convinced herself, if something were to happen, I'd at least be prepared for it.

The doorbell echoed, jolting her out of her thoughts and she hastily ruffled her hair to her liking and applied her cherry chapstick before skipping out of her room to get the door.

She swung the door open, partially hiding behind it involuntarily and she couldn't hide the smile on her face at Piers standing there with a hand in his pocket and the other holding onto a big fancy paper bag of her paint.

"Hey!" She widened the door to let him in.

Piers walked in, mimicking her grin as she shut the door, "Someone's excited to see me."

She rolled her eyes and reached for the bag only to hold onto his wrist gently, standing on her tippy toes, "Says the one who invited himself to my house."

She pecked his pinking cheek and took the bag, letting out a small huff at the sudden hefty weight. You can always count on heavy supplies and tools when it came to being an artist.

"Oh crap, that's heavy!" So Ah set it down on the ground.

Piers pursed his lips to hold back any quips once he took off his shoes, taking it and easily picking it up, "Here, I'll take it. Where do you want it?"

"In my office." She answered bashfully, walking towards that room and she could sense his silent chuckles.

The office was a sunroom but it was clear the apartment layout had it as a bedroom instead. So Ah, living alone, had it changed into a suitable place where she could easily work on her art projects.

It was also Piers' favourite room because anyone could easily figure So Ah out with just one skim of the place.

It was cluttered but in a way, you'd expect it from an artist. There were shelves upon shelves filled with art books, notebooks, and sketchbooks. a stroller tray was next to it, also filled with tubes of paint of different sizes and shapes, some more used than others.

In the corner were the easel and the half-painted canvas, having a moving table next to it with all the brushes and a mug for dipping them.

Across the room were a chaise lounge and a coffee table in front of it. There were scattered papers and pencils on top of it with charcoal pens nearby. Finally, a plain white desk and chair on the other corner where she usually sits to have any of her online conferences or get stuck on video calls with her family as she had told him.

"You can put it here," She chirped, gesturing to her desk, and she noticed his gaze lingering all over the place, growing flustered, "Ah, sorry about the mess."

"Don't worry about it, this is where the magic happens." Piers put the bag onto the table and then looked at her, not thinking too much about her darkening blush, "So, what did you get this time?"

"Oh!" She skipped up to the table and opened the bag to take out the fancy box, "It's a sample of the new paint set that's coming out this spring!"

Nabbing the palette knife next to her, So Ah cut open the plastic wrap before popping open the box. Stars instantly appeared in her eyes at cherry blossom-themed tubes of paint. It came with extra sets of brushes.

Piers tilted his head at her silently, barely listening to her excited rambles about all the paintings she could do. She always had that glow in her eyes when it came to art – he wondered if he ever could earn that look too.

He trailed his eyes to the small canvases on the table, humming as he picked one up, "Aren't these too small to use?"

So Ah stopped her ranting, already hands deep into the box and she blinked at him, "Ah, I use them whenever I wanna paint something simple or try out a new style."

"Huh." Piers picked up another, turning to her with a subtle grin, "Why don't we give your new paint a try?"

She stilled, letting out an incredulous chuckle, "You want to paint?"

"Why do you sound so surprised?"

"You just don't look like an art guy to me," She continued, picking out one of the next brushes to check the bristles, "I don't think I've ever seen you draw before actually."

"Well, lucky me, I’m dating a professional artist to teach me the ropes then," Piers shot back smugly, waving the two canvases slightly.

She giggled, nodding as she started taking some of the tubes into her hands, "Okay. If you mess up, you're paying for the paint."

"Fine, these are samples so they're free," He scoffed, helping her and moving to the sofa, "And the real thing can't be that expensive anyway."

"Just around $500."

"Excuse me?"

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Soft hums came from the girl who was on the sofa and painting on the small canvas, placing down each stroke precisely and exactly where she wanted it to be. So Ah reached over to dip the tip of her brush into the small puddle of paint that she mixed, looking over at Piers to see how he was doing.

A permanent scowl was on his face, etched in concentration as he was leaning over to the table to have the canvas on it to keep it still and using his other hand to draw. His grip on it was as if he was a kid trying to learn cursive, shaking and all to make one smooth line.

His choice of colours on the other hand... Very questionable.

She could peek at the colour white, peach and brownish red, then there was a random splash of saturated red, pale yellow, and black. It made her involuntarily cringe as he was focused on whatever he was using black for.

It was adorable and quite hilarious but she wasn't going to say that. Instead–

"How are you doing over there, Picasso?" So Ah teased lightly, twirling her brush slowly and he shot her a quick glare.

"You make it look so easy but it's difficult as hell." Piers retorted, swearing under his breath, "Shit, I messed up."

She held back her giggles when he let out a grumble, roughly dipping the brush as if he was waterboarding it.

"Okay, okay, you don't need to do it like that," So Ah quickly stopped him with a nervous laugh, more concerned with the state of her brush and he looked at her, "You do it like this,"

She gently dipped her brush into the water, swirling it around before bringing it back up, "See?"

"Ooh," Piers hummed, mimicking her action and he went back to the task at hand silently.

Straightening up and scooting next to him, she tried to indulge in her curiosity and peek at what he was drawing but he hid it from her, red creeping up his neck and he gave her a look.

"No peeking."

"Oh come on!" She whined playfully, "I won't laugh!"

"Like hell," Piers shot back, "You'll laugh and then the next day, everyone at the BSAA would know about... This."

He gestured to the canvas vaguely and she pouted, "Awh, Chris told you, didn't he?"

Piers nodded, quipping as he leaned back against the sofa with the canvas up to his face and the brush, "For a quiet girl, you sure do like gossiping."

"No one laughed, though!"

"Chris did."

"Well, it's Chris. He laughs at anything." She tried to point out but Piers scoffed, shaking his head.

"You must have a different captain then." He said, brows furrowing for a moment at a certain line.

Maybe she was growing perceptive lately but she could pick up the way his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip subtly, hazel eyes as sharp as she'd see them during a shooting range. It was strangely attractive and her heart rattled behind her ribs.

Piers glanced at her without moving his head, noticing her lovestruck cinnamons on him. Assuming she really wanted to see his piece, he let out a defeated sigh, snapping her out of her gaze.

"Fine, I'll show you mine if you show me yours." He spoke nonchalantly and she blinked, laughing a little.

She picked up her canvas carefully, aware of the wet paint and she turned it to show him with a toothy grin. His eyes widened lightly.

It was a classic cherry blossom park. Though the colour placement was a little messy, it was good enough to make out the brick floors, the steel fences, the blue sky with several white clouds and the distant city. All that in a small 3-inch by 3-inch canvas.

"How did you manage to fit all that in this tiny thing?" Piers asked, visibly impressed with it all and her cheeks reddened.

"Ah, doing so little is enough." She answered, pointing at the city, "I didn't add any details to these buildings so it would look okay from afar."

"Okay?" He shot back with a raised brow, "So Ah, this is goddamn amazing."

Praises from him were absolutely god-tier.

She bit her inner bottom lip, growing flustered as she avoided his eyes shyly, looking down at her art piece. It really was only a quick sketch and it'd need more work to complete; especially the trees.

She trailed her eyes up to him and then to his canvas, "Your turn."

Piers hesitated in showing her his piece, eyeing her suspiciously, "You promise you won't laugh?"

"I pinkie promise." She put out her finger with a grin and he chuckled, the corners of his lips twitching up.

"What are we, five?" He joked, earning a huff from her before he linked their fingers, "You do know if you laugh, I'm gonna have to cut your finger off, right?"

She giggled, rolling her eyes, "I won't laugh."

"You just did right there!" He gasped dramatically, "You suck at this."

"Because you're being an idiot!" She defended herself, "Stop messing around and show me what you did! I showed you mine!"

"Ugh, fine," He scoffed, trying to appear annoyed but he seemed nervous, handing it to her.

"It can't be that bad," So Ah reassured him with a smile then looked down at it.

She froze.

It was badly drawn like the eyes you'd draw all over your notebook during a boring math class. Yet her artistic-wired brain was able to make out some of the shapes.

It was only a single brown eye with hints of smudged red which she recognized as the colour of cinnamon -- or an attempt of such colour. The skin was peachy with tons of blush and shading in the wrong places. The lashes were chaotic spider legs.

"What..." She didn't know what to say, "Well, it's a good-looking... Eye."

Piers grunted, growing more embarrassed than irritated as he repeated what she said, "It can't be that bad, right?"

So Ah coughed to muffle her snort, plastering on a small smile, "It's fine but uh, what inspired you to draw this in particular?"

He perched his arm over the armrest and leaned his chin on his hand, speaking quietly as he wouldn't look at her, "You."

She stilled, shoulders tensing up as she couldn't hide her surprise, "Me?"

"Yeah," He shrugged slightly, "It's... It's your eye."

She was speechless, staring at him and then down at the canvas, "This is my eye?"

Piers grumbled as if he was a kid getting annoyed from having to blabber nothingness again. He leaned towards her to look at the painting and he pointed at the blob on the supposed waterline of the eye.

"Yeah, stupid," He said, "That's your mole right here and your... Well, I tried to draw the freckles but they're so fucking faint."

So that's why there was an extensive use of brown and red.

The more she stared at the painting, the less it made sense.

One, it was horrendous but endearing.

Two, Piers had paid enough attention to have picked up the tiniest of details on her face. Hell, even she'd forget that there was a mole on her waterline.

Piers was immediately amused by her silence, noticing how her cheeks were growing redder by the second and he could feel his own face flush.

"You... Uhm," So Ah trailed away, trailing her eyes up at him, "Why would you paint my eye?"

He rubbed the back of his head, shrugging nonchalantly, "You told me to paint whatever's on my mind – I would've drawn the other eye but I don't want to spend five hundred bucks on paint."

He was so blunt about it and it only made her more so curious. Yet, shyness was catching up, coiling over her vocal cords when she'd try to speak.

"Wow, uh, sorry, I..."

Piers glanced down at the canvas and then at her, "I know, it's horrible."

She nodded quickly, "Yes, very but uhm," A soft smile reached her face, shoulders going up slightly to her ears, "I like it."

He blinked, cocking up a brow, "You gotta be kidding me, this junk?"

"Yeah," She giggled, pulling it closer to her but careful not to taint her dress, "It's very sweet. It shows you pay attention to details and that's a good trait for becoming an artist."

He huffed, feigning pride as he playfully waved her off, "No chance."

She laughed a little, covering her mouth and Piers picked up on a hair strand falling over to her face. Reaching over, he pushed it gently behind her ear, eyes growing softer by the second.

"I prefer observing art rather than creating it," He admitted tenderly, his thumb caressing the apple of her redred cheek as he hummed, "Like the fact you also have another mole on your nose."

A single peck landed on the tip of her nose, making her scrunch it up with a flustered giggle. He grinned and he brought up his other hand to cradle her cheek, keeping her still from shying away from him.

"And you've got one right here," Piers brushed the faintfaint mole on the bottom lip line with the pad of his thumb, making her lips part slightly, "It's my favourite one."

He glanced up at her eyes to find any sort of reluctance to this but all he could see were her dilated pupils. Hearts might as well bubble and pop over her head at this point.

Piers kissed her slowly to cherish every second of this. Her eyes instantly fluttered shut, lowering one hand to set it onto his knee and push herself closer to his plumplump lips. Parting his lips, he tugged on her bottom lip, his hand trailing to the back of her neck and the other reaching down for the canvas.

She pulled away with a pout when he took it from her hand and casually tossed it onto the table, opening her mouth to protest, "Hey! Be careful with that, the paint's still we – mmh!"

Piers didn't give her room to do so though, silencing her by pressing his lips on hers. That gnawing feeling in her gut returned and her lungs were finding it a bit hard to breathe.

She practically melted into his touch, setting her hands on his broad shoulders and he reciprocated it by wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Piers moved his lips against hers sensually, kissing her with utmost passion.

Her cheeks went redred when the side of her knee barely brushed past his hips and she could've sworn something poked her for a split second. A subtle tug on her waist to his lap was more than enough to shoot her anxiety sky-high.

She hummed, patting his shoulder and she pulled away, breathing heavily, "Wait, wait…"

Piers stared at her like he had done something wrong, pupils were blown as his swollen lips were parted for his heavy panting. His hands went down to her waist, frowning when she sat down back on the couch. Internally, he was already scolding himself.

She clearly wasn't comfortable going to the next stage just yet. Why won't he get that into his head?

"Was that too much?" Piers asked concerned, gingerly squeezing her waist as he licked his bottom lip.

Fuck, that cherry chapstick was going to be the death of him.

They did make out before, but the vibes of his certain one were teetering into a new area. He felt it. He knew she felt it, which was why she was the first one to pull away.

"No, no, it was... Good, uhm," So Ah stuttered, avoiding his eyes by looking over at the canvases and then she sighed, looking back at him, "Look, about what happened... You know..."

Piers was confused for a second before annoyance made its way to his eyes. His hands on her firmed up with that protective scowl on his face.

"What the hell did she do now?" He snapped, surprising her at the change of demeanour, "Did she say anything to you or hurt you again?"

She stared blankly at him, brows furrowing in a completely puzzled expression, "What? What are you talking about? Who's she?"

It was Piers' turn again to go silent before saying, "Cindy Lloyd, kinda hard to forget who broke your hand, So Ah."

"Why would I want to talk about her?" She pressed on, growing more so irritated rather than concerned, "Piers, what did you do?"

He released a heavy sigh, but it was clear he wasn't very remorseful, "I had a talk with her and told her I'd report her if she were to lay a finger on you again."

Her jaw fell slack, eyes widening and he seemed to tense up when she reeled back from him.

"You..." Her voice came out in a whisper, "You threatened her?"

His silence answered her question.

“Why the hell would you do that?!” She exclaimed in shock, “That itself can be reported!”

“Am I supposed to sit aside and watch you getting pushed left and right by her?” Piers shot back, growing frustrated, “By anyone who believes the same shit she does?!”

“Yes!” She snapped in a whine, silencing him and she exhaled heavily. She rubbed her face as he stared at her, baffled by her outburst when she muttered, “God damn it, both of you are so alike.”

He was taken aback as if actually offended, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“She made it her life mission to be part of the BSAA like you did. She trains every single day even on the days off, like you do. She looks up to Chris and hopes she'll make it into his team, she practices all the time, and she does everything in her power to climb the ranks to be one of BSAA's perfect soldiers, just like you.” She elaborated, gesturing to him for enunciation.

“Me joining out of nowhere was... It's unfair to her and everyone else involved. And it doesn't help that she obviously likes you and wants to impress you all the time.” She rubbed the back of her neck and looked away, voice heavy with guilt.

Piers frowned, his eyes darkening gradually, “You deserve to be at the BSAA as much as–”

“No I don't, Piers, and you know it!” She cut him off, groaning as she covered her face, “God... I don't train as much as any of you, and I'm always stuck at the infirmary for my condition. I joined for my family. Cindy joined for the world because it's her dream to make it a better place.”

"You think that little of yourself? All those people after the outbreak are alive because of you.” Piers glared at her, getting closer to get her to drop her hands, “You are part of Green Life Pharmaceuticals for God's sake, your whole thing is making the world a better place. Why would you let yourself be trampled by people like Cindy Lloyd?"

She frowned as she slid her hands down but one went to the back of her neck, gripping her nape with a subtle flinch and she looked down, whispering, "Because everyone at the facility died but me. You and Chris were the only ones who made it out alive, but the rest of your team..."

"Soldiers like us are willing to put our lives on the line no matter what. The mission's the priority."

"Yeah, but–"

"Hey, look," He gently grabbed her hand to encourage her to look at him, determination made his eyes glow, "None of those lives is on your shoulders. You were just another civilian caught in it like all the others. It doesn't mean you have to be punished for it.”

He continued, “You're using the anti-virus for good, and because of that, millions of people were given another chance at life. Doesn't that at least overshadow the bad?"

So Ah was quiet, lips parting but nothing came out, completely speechless. She knew Piers was an opinionated guy, debating with him with pure dogshit with that stubborn brain of his but hearing those words come from his mouth; it soothed her. She fully thought he'd at least agree to half of her thoughts but no.

Her eyes twitched, inhaling deeply and she held his hand, "I don't want you to fight my battles, Piers."

He dropped his head with a sigh, knowing she was talking about his confrontation with Cindy, "I know, I know. Why won't you report her, though?"

So Ah shrugged slightly, "Like I said, she reminds me of you. Pretty sure she learned some of your fighting techniques too."

"Copycat." he scoffed, lip quirking in the corner in annoyance, "At least I don't break bones or some shit."

She giggled a bit, earning a faint smile from him but then it fell when she trailed her eyes down, dreading something.

"What do we do now?"

Piers hummed, thumb caressing the back of her hand, "Well, I was thinking about watching a movie or–"

"I'm talking about Cindy."

He shot her a look, "I really didn't come over and planned on talking about her on our date."

She returned the look, "Well if you didn't go ahead and threaten her then maybe we wouldn't be in this situation."

He narrowed his eyes down at her and she mimicked it, standing her ground. Ah, he can't be too mad at her. She was also just as stubborn as him.

Shaking his head, he relented, "Fine, I'll apologize the next time I see her."

Cecile was right. Communication was fun and healthy.

A toothy smile came to her face and she patted his hand, "Thank you. Now we can watch a movie."

She went to stand up but he only tugged her down by her hand with a small 'hold on' when she gasped, tumbling back onto the couch. Her hand shot out to the cushion in surprise and she looked over at him.

"Wha–"

"If this was never about her, then what were you talking about?" Piers questioned curiously.

Nope, no.

Communication is scary. I repeat communication is scary.

Her eyes widened, tensing up and she tried to play it off, chuckling nervously. He raised an eyebrow at her when she removed her hand from his hold as she spoke, avoiding his eyes.

"Ah, it's nothing. Forget about it."

"So Ah," He pressed on, furrowing his brows a little and he leaned his arm down on his knee to look at her and the other was pressed to the couch behind her, "Is it something I did?"

She blinked, darting her eyes to him in surprise, "What? Why would you think that?"

"Well..." He suddenly seemed nervous, ticking his head to the side, "Whenever things get more intimate between us, you tend to stop whenever I try to go further."

She stared silently at him, eyes unblinking.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable or if it's something about me that's not... You know, it for you."

Piers didn't think he was living up to her standards – which he was, and more. She absolutely hated having made him feel that way about himself. Seeing that subtle frown with the low eyes, she wanted nothing but to change them into something better.

Piers looked over at her, gazing into her cinnamons, "I don't want you to feel pressured into telling me or any–"

"It's me. I'm insecure." She blurted out before she could stop herself and her eyes widened even more, quickly slamming her mouth shut.

Piers blinked at her, taken back and his eyebrows relaxed, eyes softening, "What? Why?"

She sighed defeatedly, cheeks blazing as she grew shyer by the second when she admitted, "It's... I'm worried that I might make it too awkward. I haven't done this in a while and you know... I don’t want it to seem like I’m inexperienced."

“That’s nothing to be ashamed of, baby,” His voice dropped to a tender tone, “Even I haven’t done this in a while.”

“Ah, well,” That only managed to make her feel a little better and she cringed, “It’s different for you.”

He cocked up a brow, already knowing where this was going, “How is it any different for me?”

It was a constant topic.

“Because of... Uhm…” So Ah trailed away, shoulders going up to her ears, “You're young and–"

“If you bring up the age thing again, I'm going to flush all of this paint down the toilet,” Piers threatened and she really didn’t know if he was completely joking or not till he exhaled, “So Ah, c’mon, how many times did we talk about this? You’re not that old.”

“You’re only what, 27? That's still young.” He reminded, genuinely.

She blew a raspberry with a frown, finding the situation embarrassing and she looked away, "You say that because you've never seen me naked."

He shrugged casually, "As much as I'd love that, I don't have to. I'm pretty sure you look just as gorgeous beneath that dress."

Her cheeks reddened as her timid self made her want to coil up into a ball and disappear. So Ah never knew how to respond to compliments or praises. Piers knew that and he was amused about it.

“Look,” The hand behind her goes to her hip and the other gently grasps her wrist, thumb caressing her skin. His voice was calm and soothing; genuine even. The way he looked at her eased her bubbling anxiety down. “We don't have to do anything if you're not ready, but you really gotta stop worrying about your age, So Ah.”

“No, no! I want to! It's…”

The corner of his lips twitched at the sudden enthusiasm and she whispered, tugging and twirling her hair that was cascaded over her shoulder, “I don't want you to think… bad about it.”

“I won't, I promise.” He reassured her before straightening up for a second only to move closer so their knees were brushing, “Why don't we start off slow and see how it goes from there?”

The atmosphere around her seemed to have shifted into a sensual one and she could already feel something hot spreading in her. Letting out a heavy inhale to calm her nerves, she nodded.

Piers flashed her a grin, releasing her hand to cup the back of her neck with his thumb tracing her jawline. His eyes dropped to her lips, minty breath merging with cinnamon. Glancing up into her eyes for any indication that she was unsure, he sealed his lips on hers.

Piers was passionate like always, but now slower in case he’d accidentally make her uncomfortable. His hands stayed in their spots but his thumbs would caress her skin occasionally to offer some sense of comfort.

So Ah felt her heart banging out of her chest, setting her hand on his knee to push herself closer to his lips – which he more than accepted. His tongue swiped her bottom lip and her lips parted shyly only for him to deepen the kiss. He instantly earned a soft moan from her, tilting his head to the side as he fought back the smile.

Eventually, Piers trailed his hand down to her waist, tugging her subtly to lead her to his lap. So Ah crawled up onto him as he leaned back against the couch, keeping his lips on hers which were growing needy by the second. Her legs were on either side of him but she didn’t sit, barely hovering over him as he bit her bottom lip.

Piers grasped her hips, fingers digging into her plush flesh with a faint hum and he pulled away from the kiss a little. His lips were red and swollen, subtly shimmering due to her cherry chapstick as his voice was breathy.

"Sit."

The neediness and demand in his tone were so unbelievably sexy; it did nothing but make her comply – though hesitantly.

Then she knew why; something was pressing up against her subtly. It seemed the surprise had shown on her face, making the corner of his lips quirk up faintly. Her hands were grasping his jacket on his shoulders, hips as still as a wooden board as if afraid one slight movement would be too much for her.

"What is it?" He got her attention by pecking her jaw chastely though his hands were nothing but enticing, "Wanna tap out?"

His hips stayed still, if not shuffling his feet a little to get comfortable and thus widening his legs just slightly. His hot breath brought goosebumps as he peppered her neck with small kisses. She managed to whimper out a small 'no', fighting the urge to rock her hips to indulge in the heat spreading in between her legs.

It was only when a hitched faint whine came from her did he pause at the spot that he brushed past.

Her hand went to the back of his nape, fingers brushing the short hair at the back as he focused more on the spot right under her ear. He reached down to her thigh, squeezing her and the other hand went to the side of her ribs. His teeth grazed her skin and she found it hard to stay quiet, especially when his sneaky thumb pressed into the side of her breast.

So Ah muffled her moan, squeezing her eyes shut and his ears pricked up at the sound. He trailed his kisses up her neck and jawline, leaving the now obvious growing hickey behind. He cocked up a brow, noticing just how red she was.

There was something incredibly hot with how responsive she was to just kissing. Was she just playing along or was she actually that sensitive?

"Is there something I should know?" Piers asked, half curiously.

So Ah avoided his eyes shyly by looking down at his military tag, nervously toying with it, "I'm... I can be a little loud."

His eyes gleamed at that, smirking smugly, "I don't mind." He brushed her strand away from her face, pushing it behind her ear, "I think it's pretty sexy."

"Do you ever shut up?" She grumbled, fully sure that she must've looked like a freshly grown tomato.

"And not cause these cute reactions of yours? Never."

He laughed, shaking his head and he leaned forward to give him enough space to take off his jacket and toss it aside. He relaxed against the couch, leaving him in a white fitted shirt. He wasn't naked and she still thought he was so goddamn hot.

He kissed her again, this time, swiping her bottom lip instantly with his tongue. Parting her lips, Piers easily explored what was once his, making the kiss a tad noisy as he hummed against her softsoft lips. She gripped the collar of his shirt, moaning quietly and he pulled away a little, eyes hooded as he licked his lips.

"You gotta keep wearing that chapstick." Piers murmured, locking his lips with hers as they grew hungrier, and his voice came out muffled, "Never stop using it."

That was good enough for So Ah's restraints to start breaking.

As he tugged on her bottom lip, she shifted her knees slightly to push herself closer before grinding once. His breath hitched up and his hands shot down to her hips in an instant. Her clothed cunt pressed up against the growing tent, rubbing herself up on his bulge.

Piers panted when he broke apart from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting between their swollen lips. His nose scrunched up a little, guiding her hips with a groan.

"Shit... Yeah, that feels good." Piers trailed his eyes down.

Her dress was long enough to cover what he really wanted to see, draping over his hips like a curtain. His fingers itched to rip it off or at least move it out of the way and he looked up at her. Her hips stuttered to a stop and she grew flustered at the intent glow in his hazel eyes.

"Should I stop?"

"No, don't stop," Piers started with a breathless chuckle and then ticked his chin down where they were touching, "Can I see if that's okay of course?"

So Ah swallowed thickly, nodding and she reached down, "Yeah, it's okay."

Pulling on the dress, she lifted it up enough to expose the lingerie she wore. His eyes practically shone in glee, the hands on her thighs shamelessly caressing her bare skin, thumbs sinking under the straps of her panties as if teasing her.

"Holy shit," He whispered, brows furrowing a tick when he felt himself get harder, "You got all ready for this?"

She shrugged timidly with a soft smile, her ego being stroked by the starstruck look on his face, "Better to be overprepared."

"You're so goddamn cute, you know that, right?" Piers chuckled to himself when she darted her eyes down, the compliment instantly causing her to blush.

Not like she needed more with how flustered she already was.

Clenching his shoulder, she lowered herself down to grind on him whilst biting onto the hem of the dress to hold his other shoulder for balance. His hands stayed on her hips to guide her, his hawk eyes not once blinking at the slowly growing damp spot on her panties.

Her moans were coming out muffled, eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of her pussy rubbing on the rough fabric of his trousers. The belt he wore held her back though.

"Fuck, you're so wet already?" Piers breathed out, squeezing her hips as he got her closer so her clit bumped against the buckle of his belt, and her sound came out hitched.

He wanted nothing but to discover every decibel she made. His hard cock was practically pushing against the jeans where the zipper was, needing more of her. With how responsive she was, he could only guess she was extremely sensitive.

God, he was fighting everything in himself to not rip off her panties and his own pants, pin her down and fucking her like there was no tomorrow. It made his mouth salivate at the mere thought of having her gushing around him; screaming his name.

Though luckily, it was the weekend.

"Mmh mmb," She tried to speak but her dress hindered her and she only earned a confused look from him.

Dropping her head, she grabbed a handful of his shirt and shifted her weight to one side so she could free her other hand and take the dress out of her mouth.

"The belt," So Ah repeated breathlessly, "It's annoying."

"Take it off then," He snickered at the annoyed look she gave him, "I'm all yours."

That made her stare soften and she looked down at the belt. Sitting down on his lap, Piers watched her reach over to undo it, her hands fumbling with it due to her excitement and nervousness. Once the belt was left dangling, she returned to her previous position.

Piers bit back his grunt at how closely she seemed now that the belt was out of the way and she moaned softly from behind her dress. He was rutting up against her, his lips parted for his breathing at the growing and heavy tension. The damp spot was beginning to imprint on his crotch and his abdominals tensed up at the sight.

He leaned close to plant his lips on her neck, teeth brushing over her smooth skin and a small keen came from her. The pressure intensified when he pulled her hips flush with his, his eagerness beginning to show.

"Mm–fuck," So Ah whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut. Her climax was right over the horizon but the ministrations weren't enough. Her knees were beginning to grow uncomfortable, easing a hitched sound from her.

Piers picked up on it and leaned back to look up at her, seeing the neediness in her eyes. The dress in her mouth had gone wet with her drool at her attempt to keep the dress up. He wasn't any better, cheeks flushed with his chest heaving and his eyes completely blown black at the dilation, intensely staring at her.

"What's wrong?" He asked, trying to stabilise his tone but it was wavering a little, his cock throbbing for more stimulation and he knew it was the same case for her, "Not enough?"

She shook her head rapidly with a whine. He nodded, patting her hips, "Okay, hold on."

She stopped, thighs shaking at having her orgasm held back but she only grew excited once he hastily unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He pushed them down low enough to expose his clothed dick and her eyes widened.

The bulge was massive.

It was visibly straining the thin cotton of his boxer briefs; visibly thick.

Biting harder onto the fabric of her dress, she caught Piers setting his hands back on her hips, inching closer to her ass but never going there. He threw her a look, seeing if she didn't think this was too much.

"Is this okay?" He asked, clearly on the edge of his climax but he held himself back for her sake, "We can try something else."

So Ah shook her head, a silent ‘it's okay’ as she readied herself. Piers' eyes lingered on hers when he tilted his head low before he looked down. With the thick and rough texture out of the way, the grinding was heavenly, scratching that itch that they both had longed for.

Instantly, her dress muffled her moan of relief, rubbing herself all over his bulge. Piers groaned, his hips rutting up to meet hers, pressing her onto him harder for more friction. Her eyes widened with a squeak when the curvature of his cock bumped her clit, her dress toppling down over what he considered was one of the seven wonders.

"Crap," She whispered, breaths laboured as she slowed down and reached to hold her dress, "Just gimme–"

"I got it." Piers bundled up her dress into two handfuls and gripped her hips, resuming their humping.

Her whine would've echoed off if it weren't for the cluttered mess of her art room. With the dress out of the way, Piers could catch a glimpse of his own boxers growing wet. Her pussy was practically slobbering all over him. He could feel the heat emitting from her core.

"Oh, f–fuck," He moaned, throwing his head back with his eyes fluttered shut, letting himself go in the feeling of her wetwet cunt riding him – not entirely – just right.

If this felt way too good to be true, how was it going to be if he was inside of her?

The thought itself made his hips grow desperate, cock thirsty for a release.

Her sounds started going choppy and stuttery, "Pier–s' oh god, I’m–nnh~" she whimpered, curling over him to have her face snuggled into the crook of his neck at the slowly tightening knot.

One hand gripped his bicep, feeling it tense up beneath her touch with every hump, and the other shot to the couch behind his head, digging her nails into it as a means to keep her bearings.

"M–me too, shit," Piers grunted into her neck, biting the spot between her shoulder and neck that had her mind reeling, guiding her hips to speed up steadily just enough to tick her off.

Her lips parted for a silent gasp when her orgasm hit her first, making her tighten her hold on his bicep and couch. It sent her thighs shaking as Piers groaned lowly at her coming undone, her cum soaking through her and his underwear that left his cock trembling in ecstasy.

"F–fuck!" Her voice ended up hitched when Piers practically pinned her hips down to his and thrusted upwards, directly against her clit to bring her down from her high and trigger his.

He gritted through his teeth, muffling his loud whine when his hips stuttered, cumming within his boxer briefs. He squeezed his eyes shut, his fingers bruising her flesh when he dug them through her dress. Her hips slowed, gently grinding on his softening cock to ease them down from their cloud.

Piers released a heavy sigh, half-lidded eyes staring up at the ceiling as he rubbed her thigh gingerly. Her face was still in the crook of his neck, panting heavily.

Orgasming together for the first time despite no actual intercourse happening was ineffable. The BSAA soldier was basically relishing in the lingering buzz of his climax, in love with the faint breaths wafting on the skin of his neck that brought goosebumps down his back.

So Ah melted over him with a final soft exhale, his big hands reaching up to caress her waist as he peppered chaste kisses on her collarbone and the crook of her neck, trailing them up to her ear.

"You good, baby?" He whispered and she pulled away to look at him.

She gave him a shy smile, her lips red from all the attempts to keep herself quiet, "I'm good, you? Was it..."

Piers chuckled with a tilted smile, nodding as he cradled her cheek, "It was amazing. I don't think I've ever felt it this good before."

She giggled as she slid her hands down to his chest where she proceeded to lean back to dart her eyes down – only to feel like her face was on fire. His boxers were ruined, damp with both their cum. The traces of his white climax was peeking through, the cotton subtly framing the girth of his cock.

It was a filthy mess – and it rekindled that heat in her again.

"Not bad for our first time, huh?" Piers joked, looking down with a smug grin, "If you could call it that."

"You wanna..." She trailed away quietly, catching his sharp eyes on her and her voice was thrown out of the window, "You know..."

His eyes lit up as he tilted his head, feigning a confused look with a pout, "What? I can't hear you, can you speak up?"

An annoyed grumble came from her as she rolled her eyes, knowing what he was doing. He adored seeing her flustered, so of course he'd want to hear her say it.

"Don't be an asshole now," So Ah scowled light-heartedly, "You with your dirty mind know exactly what I mean."

"Accusations." He shrugged nonchalantly, setting both of his hands back on her waist before trailing them down to go under her dress. His big hands settled on her thighs where his fingers grazed the side of her ass.

He snickered at how red she seemed with that bottom lip jutting out, murmuring, "We can go again. I just need a couple of minutes to get ready."

Stars appeared in her eyes as her chest fluttered in giddy and anticipation, "O–okay! Uhm," She glanced down then up at him as he raised an amused brow at her excitement showing, "What– should we move to the bedroom?"

That was when it settled in Piers. She wanted to go again – not the same grinding. He could do the latter or nothing, and he'd still enjoy her presence. Hearing those angelic moans of hers and how sensitive and responsive she was to every kiss and touch, was hyper-aware of everything that was happening – Piers was more than intrigued to know that side of her completely.

No man whose right in the head would say no to that proposal.

He gave her a smile, pecking her lips, "Yeah. I'm okay with that."

She grinned toothily at this, feeling bashful as she attempted to move off of him. Her thighs still felt like jello, causing her to instinctively grab onto his shoulders so she wouldn't fall off. He cocked up a brow, now cocky.

"Finished so hard you can't move, doll?"

"Eat one," She muttered quietly, earning a chuckle and his hands slid down to the back of her thighs, bringing her closer.

"I prefer eating something else." He joked sultry, enjoying the way her cheeks blazed up and he winked, "Hold on."

In one swift movement, Piers stood up with her in his arms. So Ah gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist to lock her place, utterly surprised by this gesture. Piers stared up at her with a shit-eating grin, his hands squeezing the back of her thighs as he made his way out of her art room.

Embarrassed by the turn of events, So Ah hid her face under his jawline and she could feel his amused laughter rumble within his chest. That was until she gently cupped the side of his neck and pressed a sweet kiss right under his ear.

His feet instantly stumbled but he quickly regained his composure, his voice coming out a bit strained, "Careful or we'll both fall."

"Then don't." She shot back softly with a giggle as she continued her not-so-innocent ministration to mark a small hickey, not realising they were in her bedroom.

A hitched sound emitted from her when she was dropped onto the bed with a subtle bounce, and Piers hovered above her with a titled smirk. Her heart pounded at the sight.

His eyes were blown in desire, the hazel colour barely peeking behind his pupils. His lips were red and swollen, and his hair haphazard but in an undeniably sexy way. The military tags dangled in front of her face as he had her basically pinned down.

Her eyes caught a spot on his neck growing redder, making her smile a bit as she swiped it with the pad of her thumb. He irked a brow at the gesture.

"What?"

"I gave you a hickey." So Ah said shyly, and his eyes softened with a snort.

"Yeah, well, wait till you see what I've done to you," Piers grabbed a hold of her chin and tipped her head up only for the smug look to drop at the clear skin, "What the hell?"

She swallowed thickly with a giggle, eyes coy, "What? Can't find them?"

Piers rubbed the side of her neck gently, brows knitted in the middle, "I swear there was one right here."

She squirmed a little under his intense but confused gaze before she spoke, "Did you forget?"

He darted his eyes up to hers, now noting the nervousness in them.

"I can't get injured – in any way."

It clicked.

"Ah, that's really inconvenient." Piers exhaled, visibly annoyed, tapping the side of her neck with his index finger lightly, "So how long does it take for it to heal, then?"

She blinked up at him, humming as she darted her eyes to the side to think, "Uh, I don't know. I've never really tested it."

She did get tested on other stuff that was actually painful but that's beside the point.

That was more than enough to make him grin, tilting his head down so his nose bumped along the side of her jawline, his breath on her skin making her shiver and her hands shot to his shirt by his waist.

"Let's test it." He spoke, butterfly kisses trailing down her neck before his lips found their place near that certain spot.

So Ah stifled her sounds as he started his erotic experiment. His lips were soft and wet on her, teeth would barely graze and bite the skin just to keep her on the edge of her seat. His hands had other intentions, one roaming up to her chest. His hesitance showed just a little but hearing a moan from her when he gave her bosom a gentle squeeze took that way from him.

As Piers kneaded her breast through her dress, he focused on that sweet spot under her ear, earning a louder whine and a slight arch of her back to his hand. It was then he knew – she had sensitive bosoms.

"Mmh," So Ah breathed out, growing dizzy from all the stimulations that just was not enough – but it was enough to make her cunt squeeze around nothing. She could substantially feel her arousal beginning to soak her once damp panties again.

Piers was more than amused about his, purring against her neck as he licked the sore spot. His other hand was pressed onto the bed by her side to keep himself up with one knee mere inches away from her core.

"Who knew that the shy woman from the BSAA," Piers murmured coyly, gazing down at the bruising spot before directing his attention to her jawline, "Would be this responsive?"

The hand on her bosom reached down to untie the ribbon around her waist and the dress loosened on her form. It exposed her heaving chest and the bra caught his eyes. He leaned up a bit and lifted up the edge of her dress to take a peek at her underwear.

It was a matching set.

"Jesus Christ, baby," Piers exhaled heavily, a groan seeping its way through at the sight of her in lingerie.

His stare itself would’ve made her blush for days – and it just might. Her brain was racking for something to break the stare and to, feebly, distract her from his enticing touches on the skin of her thighs that were inching higher and higher by the second.

“W–wait,” The quiver in her voice stopped him, the tips of his fingers mere inches away from her panties and he looked up at her, “Can we, uhm, put some music on?”

Piers blinked, tilting his head to the side a little with that confused puppy look, “You wanna… Play music while we’re doing this?”

“Yeah, I mean,” She cleared her throat, cheeks dusted red, “Everyone has a playlist for… Instances like this.”

Piers snorted at her wording, trailing his hands up to caress her knees gingerly, “You have a sex playlist?”

So Ah sputtered before shutting her legs with a huff, denying him from herself, “Can’t believe you’re still bullying me despite what we’re doing.”

“No, no, no, okay, okay.” Piers laughed at her action of hiding herself which he found very endearing, shaking his head as he cooed, “I’m sorry, baby – we can play something. Here, I’ll use my playlist.”

He leaned back onto his knees and brought out his phone from his pocket as she shot him a look, “Of course, you’d have a playlist.”

He chuckled as he was seemingly searching for it though his eyes were focused on something else she couldn't quite put a finger on – she shrugged it off that he was just skimming to pick the first song.

"You said it yourself," Piers looked up at her as he towered over her whilst maintaining eye contact and set the phone down by the nightstand with a cheeky grin, "Everyone has a sex playlist."

With that, he kissed her deeply as her ears pricked up to the smooth song playing from his phone. Obviously, it was about – you guessed it – sex.

Very classic.

Piers pulled away a bit, nose bumping hers in the process, a faint smile coming to his lips when her legs had widened to give him more space. He bundled up her dress once he scooted closer, giving her a look that only said; Do you want to?

So Ah only managed a nod, “Mhm.”

Piers pulled her by the arm to sit up before taking off her dress. His eyes shone, enthralled by the sight of her softly toned body. The lingerie she wore complimented her skin to the T and he could swear he had never seen something so beautiful before. His eyes land on the tattoo of a potted plant under her right bosom on the side along with a cute mole next to it.

“Woah,” He caressed the skin, voicing his surprise, “I didn’t know you had a tattoo.”

“Ah, I got one after dealing with the outbreak in California,” So Ah said, growing shy under his stare, “Even though the one I currently own is not the same one, the original Minty kept me company when I was living in LA.”

“M… Minty kept you company?” Piers furrowed his brows, remembering a similar potted plant at the table by the balcony, “Were you living alone?”

“Yeah, my siblings visited at some point but other than that, I was alone.” She then shrugged, “Not that I minded it, to be honest… Though I think I… Wished I knew someone around.”

Living in LA was absolutely new to her. She didn’t know anyone other than the self-proclaimed neighbourhood lady. Her neighbour next door barely spoke to her, keeping his distance. Again, she didn’t mind as she was introverted – but having a friend back then wouldn’t have been such a bad idea.

“I had Minty to talk to at least,” She sighed, trailing his eyes down to his hand and then blinked at his silence, snapping her eyes back up at him, “Oh no, did I ruin the mood? Shit, I didn’t–”

“No, you didn’t ruin anything,” He shook his head, cradling her cheeks and gazing intently into her eyes as he teasingly asked, “Did you seriously talk to a plant?”

She pushed him away with a whine, scoffing, “You try living in a foreign city on your own.”

Piers snickered as he kept his hold on her, “It’s very adorable,” His thumb swiped the apple of her cheeks, eyes growing gentle, “Insane, but adorable.”

He pressed his lips against hers to get her to lean back to the bed. His lips plush against hers, soft but assertive. His hands roamed lower to the sides of her torso, the pads of his fingers caressing her skin along the way as his lips moved passionately with hers.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning softly against his lips and her back arched a bit off the bed when she felt his hands trying to ease under her back. Piers smiled at her responsive nature, humming lowly into the kiss as his hands snuck to the bra’s clasp, unclipping them with little to no struggle.

The kiss teetered into a breathless and airy territory, Piers pulling away for a moment only to kiss her again, his brows furrowing at the intensity. He slowly, but eagerly, slipped down the straps of her bra before pulling it all away.

Piers broke the kiss with a moist pop, panting as his eyes darted down to her chest. So Ah gulped heavily, staring up at him as he mindlessly tossed the bra aside. It toppled off the edge of the bed but really, none of them cared.

Her bosoms were definitely the perfect size for him, her buds were rosy pink and hardened, revealing to him just how sensitive they were. There were a small mole under her right breast with her hips being faintly decorated with stretch marks. Her cheeks were redder than even under his desire-blown gaze.

“You’re staring…” So Ah mumbled, growing shy as she covered her chest.

Piers blinked as if whatever trance he was in was broken only to chuckle, tenderly grasping her wrists to ease them away, “Sorry, you’re just too damn pretty.”

His smile only widened into a cheeky one when he noticed how heavily she was blushing, leaning down to peck her lips once before trailing his lips lower. A shaky sigh emitted from her, her chin tilting up at the butterfly feeling of his kisses going lower and lower till–

“Nnh!” So Ah couldn’t conceal the sudden squeak when Piers dragged his tongue over her nipple, his eyes fluttered shut to relish in her heavenly sounds and the feeling of her soft skin beneath his tongue.

His lips pursed down, sucking on her bud as his free hand kneaded the neglected bosom. Her chest was heaving as she held onto his arm and the other gripping the pillow beneath her head. Her sounds were constant, sometimes ending on a higher pitch whenever he’d teasingly and lightly bite the sensitive nipple.

Her head fell back onto the pillow, her back arching once again as Piers noisily sucked and licked her bosom, leaving behind a trail of wet kisses and obvious hickies – that would be gone within a minute.

Piers peeled his eyes open, trailing his sharp gaze up to her flushed face as he grinned at the loud moan she made when he nipped at the hardened bud. It was practically a devious grin, snickering to himself and he shifted his kneading on her other breast to have her nipple placed between his index and his middle finger – and he pinched, earning a hitched sound from her.

Curiosity got the best of him, trailing his other hand down even lower to her panties when he pressed the pads of his two fingers against her sore and needy clit through the thin fabric of her underwear. She was soaked, in addition to her first orgasm, Piers knew she was drenched.

“S–shit,” So Ah let out a whimper, legs trembling a little when she felt him rubbing her slowly and her hand shot to the back of his head, her heart starting to pound at being stimulated just right.

Piers was such a tease, and for what?

He applied an experimental pressure, picking up the pace and he audibly chuckled at the erotic sound he pulled from her lips. In a moist pop, Piers pulled away from her nipple only to start kissing up her neck, nearing her ear to give her a little break from all the pleasure.

She was sure if he kept this up, she’d cum again – and he was well aware of that.

“Did anyone ever eat you out?” Piers shamelessly asked lowly, his lips brushing against the skin right under her jaw.

So Ah’s throat was running dry, swallowing thickly to regain some of her composure, “Uhm, my ex… But rarely.”

“And how was it?”

So Ah blinked at the ceiling, her attention diverted from his sinful kisses, “Why do you wanna know?”

Piers exhaled, scooting his knees closer to have her legs on either side of his hips and he leaned up to look at her, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Just curious.” He replied, his hazels plainly scanning her face and body to see just how flustered he’s got her.

She eyed him suspiciously before bringing up her shoulders, avoiding his eyes, “I wouldn’t know. I never… Finished.”

He visibly froze and he looked up at her, shocked, “What?”

“I faked it just to, you know, get to the last part of this.” So Ah continued as if it was a normal occurrence in her previous relationship – which it was.

For a second, Piers stood there dumbfounded before he cackled, but not at her, “What a loser – wanna know how it feels to cum like that?”

She gave him an unimpressed look, hiding her anticipation, “What, are you like… The greatest guy alive to eat a girl out?”

Piers only grinned cockily, “Is that a yes?”

Again, she swallowed down her heart that bounced up to her throat at how confident he looked and she nodded, face flushed.

“Better hold tight then, I’m about to give you the best head ever.” He whispered, leaning down to peck her cheek, “And don’t worry about being a mess. I like it messy.”

Piers scooted down, dragging his fingers down her sides to tease the hem of her panties. His eyes darted up to her for a quick glance, “You can tap out whenever, okay?”

“Okay…” She nodded, fighting the urge to cover her face and close her legs when he slowly slid her panties off.

“Just relax…” He mumbled, feeling how tense her legs were, pining her thigh to the bed with one hand and he gently squeezed the plush flesh. The other arm goes around her thigh, and he flattened his hand on her abdomen to try and keep her still.

His eyes were half-lidded, practically glued to her soaking cunt, glistening right beneath his gaze. One last reassurance, he shot her a quick glance.

“You can tap out whenever, okay?”

She nodded shyly, "Okay…"

Piers was different from what she expected. He was always full of surprises in every possible aspect she could think of. She didn’t even know that he’d make her–

“Oh~!”

So audible.

Piers focused on the task at hand – or tongue in this case. His tongue was greedy and eager to explore all of her, from her core to her clit, he was ruthless. A giver. Messy. It didn’t help that he was precise with his ministrations, instantly finding that pattern to repeat over and over again.

His hand tightened on her thigh when it twitched up, forcing it back down onto the bed as he pinned her hips by her abdomen down as well. His tongue trailed up and down before lapping at her pearl, pursing his plum lips around it to give it a suck.

That pushed a loud hitched mewl from her lips, her eyes almost squinting shut and her hand shot down, fingers tangling on his messy spiked-up hair. He peeled his eyes open, staring intently up at her through his lashes, his mouth and tongue still at work.

His ears would prick up at the heavenly sound of her attempting to call out his name but it falls to a whimper, her chest heaving with her face flushed red. The sight was sending his mind and body into overdrive, his hips grounding into her bed uncontrollably to receive some friction.

“Fuck, you taste so good…” Piers groaned into her pussy, his lips and chin shimmering under the warm light coming from her table lamp, and his fingers dug into her flesh, nearly tugging her closer to him, “Can’t get enough.”

“Nnh! Piers!” So Ah managed to cry out when she felt his persistent tongue trace infinite circles right into that spot, making her see stars – and she didn’t even cum.

Yet.

Piers knew she was close, humming in acknowledgement which sent vibrations right through her sensitive bundle of nerves. He kept his movements intense but steady, knowing better than to let the sensations rise and fall too fast on their own – that way when she crashes, she crashes hard.

Her hips writhed, pushing him to ease her thigh over his shoulder and he grabbed onto her forearm instead. That caused her to release his hair and latch onto his arm, her nails digging into his skin.

The slurping and smacking noises only became more audible and constant, mixing sinfully with her moans and pitched hitches of breaths. The tension in her lower abdomen was tightening to the point she felt it deep within her heart, and she could’ve sworn the pounding of her heart was reaching her ears. Her breaths grew laboured, unable to inhale completely without breaking it with a whine.

Piers grunted as his hips rutted into the sheets, his cock aching behind his boxers for actual friction. The bed wasn’t doing it any justice. Her cries got louder that he was so sure they would get a noise complaint, but let’s be honest, while So Ah cared what others thought of her, Piers couldn’t give less of a fuck.

All he cared about was making her scream, and that meant both with an ‘s’ and without.

Her grip on his arm showed that she needed something to make her feel grounded, and so he released her arm only to grab her hand which she instinctively interlocked fingers with his. He pulled himself closer to her sweet cunt, dragging his crotch on the bed which pushed a groan out of him, muffled by her folds.

That sent her over the edge, her whole body convulsing as her back arched off the bed with a cry. The fiery pleasure shot through her chest and straight all over her body, gushing over his tongue as she went cross-eyed for a split second before she squeezed her eyes shut.

The high sent her back down to the mattress, pushing a heavy shuddered breath out of her lungs as if she got the air knocked out of her. Her legs were trembling as small moans escaped from her lips.

Piers let her ride it out, his tongue keeping up that insistent circles as he gulped down her juices, feeling ever so egotistical and cocky at her orgasm. Soon enough, he released her visibly pumping clit and rested his head on her thigh with a lazy and satisfied – very smug – grin on his glistening lips. His hand caressed and squeezed her thigh, easing her tremors down, observing the way her pearl was twitching from the intensity of her climax.

So Ah breathed heavily, having her arm over her flushed face as her body felt all melted and droopy.

“So?” Piers had the audacity to ask, his voice gravely, “How was that?”

“Wow… Just wow…” She panted, dropping her arm to the pillow next to her and lifted up her head a bit to look down at him only to notice the mess he had made.

His saliva was coating her cunt, and that was mixed with her cum. He wasn’t lying about making a mess. He caught her bashful but surprised stare and kissed her inner thigh before releasing her thigh and hand.

“You good to go another around?” He asked, raising himself up to his knees with an exhale as he took off his shirt, exposing those abs for her eyes to feast on and her mind to instantly study for an art piece in the future.

“Did you have to be that… Messy?” She answered with a question, looking back up at him and his grin just widened.

He chuckled, swiping his thumb against her clit to make her breath hitch, “I’m just getting you all ready for me, dollface.”

So Ah found herself finally able to catch her breath properly as he got off of the bed, sliding down his pants and boxers completely and her eyes widened comically at the girth of his cock.

Describing it won’t do justice – not one bit.

He climbed back onto the bed, crawling to be in between her legs and she shook her head profusely, her cinnamons frozen at the stiffened erection of his.

“Fuck no.”

Piers blinked, freezing up and he looked at her, “What?”

Did I do too much?

Should I have stopped before?

Did I do something wrong?

Did she not feel goo–

“That thing is not gonna fit, are you insane?!” So Ah exclaimed, pulling her legs close to her body where she shut them.

Piers stayed still, now unsure with a breathy laugh, “I don’t know whether to take that as a compliment or not.”

So Ah went silent for a bit, looking down at his crotch and then up at him, swallowing thickly as she reminded, “Piers, I haven’t done this in a while…”

Those hazels of his softened and he leaned over her, cradling her cheeks as he gave her a look of reassurance, “Hey, we can stop now and I can take care of it on my own – I’d just need some time in the bathroom and–”

“No, I… I still want to do this,” She interrupted, releasing a sigh as she relaxed her legs slightly, “Can you be gentle?”

Piers smiled and pressed a soft kiss on her lips, “Yeah, of course. I’ll take it slow.”

He sat back, his hands rubbing on her thighs as he lined himself up but then he stopped, seemingly a bit panicked as he turned to look at his jeans, “Shit, I didn’t bring a condom.”

“There’s no need.” She whispered with a shy smile on her face, “I’m on birth control.”

His eyes visibly lit up at this, relaxing as he joked, “Christmas came early this year, huh?”

She snorted at this and tilted her head down so she can watch him scoot closer. His hand was jerking himself off to ease some of the tension, his brows furrowing deeply with muffled moans.

Reminder that describing it won’t do any justice.

His bigbig cock was visibly throbbing, with angry and bulging veins trailing up to a red tip. It was almost the girth of a Coke can, and probably around five and a half inches – if not a bit bigger. It was already oozing with pre-cum, and he was well shaved with faint hair crowning his dick and trailing up to the bottom of his belly button.

A happy trail.

He rubbed her clit with the blunt tip, grinding his hips back and forth to drag the underside of his cock over her wetwet pussy. A muffled moan emitted faintly from her, grabbing onto his arm as she caught on that he was using her arousal and previous orgasm as lubrication.

Piers traced circles on her clit with the tip with an airy chuckle as he held her leg apart, “Fuck, d’you hear that?”

He tapped his cock against her clit numerous times, making her yelp and her hips twitch. The moist smacking noise emitted audibly in between her legs, showing exactly just how drenched she was.

“All nice and wet just for me, hm?” He murmured, wincing at yet another ache of his boner, “Jesus Christ, just seeing this might make me cum.”

Her lips moved before she could even have a second thought, “Why don’t we have a bet then?”

Piers raised a brow at her sudden suggestion, “A bet?”

It was clear it was her anxiety trying to impulsively prolong the moment before he’d actually slide into her. She didn’t seem to be aware of it, nodding with a faint and nervous smile.

“Yeah.”

He humoured her, humming, “Okay, what do you wanna bet on?”

“Uhm… Whoever finishes first gets to, uh…” She trailed away for a second, “Cook breakfast tomorrow.”

Piers snorted before laughing light-heartedly, shaking his head. It surprised him enough that it sent him into a giggling fit, giving her a teasing but challenging look.

One of them hated waking up super early in the morning.

“You sure you wanna do that?”

And it wasn’t him.

“Mhm, I like my eggs runny.” She squirmed beneath him, smiling coyly, “Besides, I just came like a minute ago, unlike you.”

Piers followed her glance to his cock, seeing that he was clearly not lasting a minute in her. That fueled his competitive side, throwing him back to that game night. His smile turned into a devilish one as he aligned himself up, the tip teasing her core.

“Feels deja vu, doesn’t it?” He tilted his head to the side, “Think you’re going to win?”

So Ah shrugged as if nonchalant but he could see the devious sparkle in those fiery cinnamons of hers, “Think you can last?”

“Oh, babe,” Piers gave her a pout that was nothing of pity, “You’re in trouble.”

Huh–

Her voice died up in her throat when he pushed himself in – but not all the way, keeping in mind to be gentle just for her.

He didn’t go all the way in, but the stretch was–

“Oh, shit,” Piers cursed under his breath, stopping halfway and his brows knitted deeply, eyes narrowed, “You gotta be fucking kidding me…”

Never mind the stretch right now, the way her walls were squeezing the ever-living hell out of him was tensing up his grip on her thigh. He was already breathless, if not unsure to keep moving without cumming first. He was soso close from all the grounding against the bed, but he was so caught up with the taste of her to realise.

He inhaled through his nose before exhaling a faint okay, shifting his grip to her hip and the other hand shot to the sheets next to her body.

So Ah held onto his arm and the other around his wrist, pressing her lips into a thin line to muffle her whimper when he slowly moved his hips back. It was obvious by the shakiness of his breaths and by how hard he’d dig his fingers into her flesh before loosening up a little, careful not to hurt her.

Her lips parted, trailing her eyes up to him only to see him staring down at her body as if one look at her face would make him crumble. Pushing a soft moan out of her when he slid into her again, Piers muffled his grunt, squeezing his eyes shut at the intensity of this all – and he stopped.

“F–fuck, wait…” He shuddered, “I… Give me a sec…”

It was so difficult to hold back the massive urge to spill – but what faltered his patience was the way she looked so ravished. She had the audacity to be an angel laying beneath him all bare, her cinnamons shimmering under the warm light of her lamp, her skin redder in some areas, indicating that all those lovebites were almost healed, and god forbid, her sounds.

God, why would he agree to that useless bet when he could’ve just fucked her stupid instead?

“W–what?” So Ah panted, gulping heavily as the corner of her lips went up into a cunning smile, “You look like… You’re gonna c–”

“I said give me a fucking second.” Piers snapped harshly and avoided looking into her eyes, and on any other day, So Ah would actually shut up but seeing how hard he was trying to keep his composure, this all made her feel hotter on the inside.

“M–mh… Fine,” She hummed, her leg twitching when she could practically feel his cock pulsing inside of her – or halfway inside.

“It’d be a shame… If you came first.”

Someone should’ve taught her not to poke a bear with a stick.

That hit Piers’ huge ego hard, and his patience shattered. His glare would’ve bore holes into her skull, releasing the sheets and for a second, she thought he had had enough.

Maybe she poked fun a little too much. He thought he wasn’t all that for her just half an hour ago, she should be kinder. Gentler. Swee–

His fingers travelled between her legs, the pads of his middle and ring making contact with her sore and swollen clit, still sensitive from her previous orgasm, and he rubbed it expertly and fast.

A shriek left through her lips, her voice hitching up in her throat as her body convulsed and her sound echoed loudly in the room. The adrenaline shot through her veins, her pussy on fire from his assault on her puffy clit with his cock still inside of her.

“Pier–!” She squeaked, tears of pleasure brimming in the corner of her eyes, “Not f–fair!”

“We’re not playing fair. You never did.” Piers pressed the palm of his free hand against her abdomen, pinning her to the bed and stilling her writhing and squirming.

He was rough with it, bringing her closer and closer to another explosive orgasm. He barely moved his dick, if not a little deeper just so she’d be well aware of how he’s got her.

All slutty and needy.

“What’s the matter, doll?” Piers mocked whilst flicking her clit in a chaotic pattern, leaning over her slightly to meet her eyes that were now refusing to connect with his.

His hand reached up for her jaw, gripping it and forcing her to look at him, a smug smirk growing on his face at how much of a mess he’s got her, “Are you cumming already?”

“F–fuck! Yea– god!” She cried out and held onto his wrist with both hands, a tear escaping down her temple before the knot snapped, her teary eyes rolling to the back of her head as she gushed all over his cock.

Piers failed to hide his wince but she didn’t notice it anyways, too lost in the haziness of it all before he finally released her clit and grabbed her trembling thighs to wrap them around his hips and–

Stars.

Piers didn’t stop, fucking into her so ruthlessly with his whole girth and length. His hips were slamming against her as if actively attempting to bruise her and her body bounced uncontrollably with each powerful thrust. Her cinnamons were seeping tears, mixed with her mascara and eyeliner, her lipstick smudged and she was just fucked out of her mind.

She could do nothing but moan and whine helplessly and loudly. Not like she could do anything else.

Piers growled, pinning both of her arms down beside her and pushing his knees closer to keep her legs hooked over his waist. That consequently sent his cock even deeper, a smidge away from her cervix. The stretch was godly.

While her ex was on the longer side, Piers was on the thicker and heavier side. Her silken walls were tighttight all around, breaking the rest of his restraints and merely forgetting ever needing to be gentle with her. He would’ve remembered if it weren’t for her moans and cries of his name along with all the sensations and the way her squelching pussy was squeezing his cock.

It was messy and filthy, her cum on her inner thighs and the bedsheet, coating his thick cock. It went in sort of dry once and now it was just glistening with her slick juices. His hawk eyes followed the motion of her body, seeing how her bosoms were bouncing, her buds hard and rosy. Her face was redred, unable to hide it with how her arms were pinned.

And then he caught a glimpse of a bump in her lower abdomen, realizing he could see his heavy girth fucking into her. It shot fiery pleasure through him at the sight.

“Pier–ier–ier–s’ oh, god!” Her voice was whiney and pitched, shaking with each thrust, “Plea–he–he–heas! S–s–slow dow– I’m gonna c–hum!”

“Cum for me, baby,” Piers grunted, the skin-slapping skin sounding off along with the moistness of it all, “C’mon, you can do it, can’t you?”

“Y–yes!”

“Good girl,” He let go of her arms to grab her squirming hips, pinning her to the mattress once again as his thrusts went erratic, “Now, don’t move one little bit.”

That praise.

That godforsaken praise.

Her back arched, her hands grasping onto his arms so hard that her nails marked his skin and a vulgar moan left through her lips. Her world darkened for a moment, her head tilting back into her pillow with a cry as the pleasure sent burning tremors all over her bones.

Piers failed to muffle his moan, tugging her hips closer to have his cock as deep as he could go and he wrapped his other arm around her arched back, pulling her chest to chest where his face pressed up against the crook of her neck.

His cum spurted out thickly, the orgasm so intense it left his thighs shaking and toes curling over the sheets. His moan was boyish, almost a whimper when her walls clamped even tighter around his pulsating cock, practically milking him dry. The hotness and warmth of it all was felt, filling her up so that some of it seeped out of her in between them.

Her voice fell to a broken whimper and her arms went around his torso where her nails clung onto his toned back, the virus within her spreading in an instant to patch up any bruises or marks Piers had involuntarily caused.

The aftermath left both of them panting heavily and utterly spent. It was quiet, minus their breathing and the playlist which was on a loop because the first song was playing once again. So Ah didn’t dare to move, chest feeling heavy from blooming and her dazed eyes barely open, staring at the ceiling.

Lazy kisses were pressed onto her sweaty skin, trailing up to her jaw and the corner of her lips before stopping. Piers gazed into her eyes, letting go of her hip to cradle her cheek gingerly. His thumb wiped away a stray tear, his fingers threading with her sprawled hair under her head.

There was nothing but love in that look – and it nearly spilt from his tongue.

“Not bad for our first time?” He murmured, his mint breath wafting over her face as she could feel his lips brushing against hers with every word.

So Ah couldn’t help but smile faintly, knowing those three special words were on the tip of her tongue as well. Her hands caressed the angry red marks on his back. Although she’d heal overnight, Piers was going to be having scratches for a few days.

And he’d wear them with pride.

She whispered, her voice hoarse, “Y–yeah… Not bad at all…”

Piers chuckled breathlessly at that, grinning when a giggle came from her, and he closed the distance between them for a searing but gentle kiss. His lips moulded with hers like they were made for one another.

Maybe they were.

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