#maybe give me some pointers to look out for but then get on with it

[shawtuzi]

request: ‘Y/n showing her ass all on ig and ony fucks her shit up (and records it so he can show all her followers who really run shit🙂‍↔️)’

some more inspo vids: 1 & 2 & 3

ur mind is so powerful and that vid is *chef kiss* here you go nonnie hehe/// cw include: there’s actually a little bit of plot *gasp*, mentions of drinking, reader is a little tipsy throughout the story, protective!ony, oral f!receiving, unprotected sex, slight daddy kink, ony is a tease, dirty talk, praising, rough sex, creampie, rushed ending i’m sawry/// wc: 5.4k

“can you see my thong when i bend over?

ony’s eyes, that were previously fixated on the tv, flicked over to your form, pupils zooming in on the thin fabric of your thong that peeked out over your jeans. his full lips lifted into a smirk, teeth nibbling on his bottom lip. “yeah i can see it, don’t do too much bendin’ over.”

“yeah, yeah, whateverrrrr. the fit looks cute though right?” you did a little twirl for him, the obnoxious sounds of your heels clicking against the hardwood floor echoing throughout the room. ony paused his game, his eyes drinking in every inch of your outfit.

his pointer and middle fingers curled, beckoning you over to where he was sitting on the couch. as soon as you were in reach he yanked you onto his lap, your knees on either side of his thick thighs. “where are y’all heading to again?” he asked, tatted fingers trailing along the bare spots on your back.

your hands ran along his toned chest, his thin wife beater making it easy for you to feel every muscle and ridge. he always liked the way your long acrylics felt against his skin, it was almost comforting, in a way.

“we’re just gonna get some drinks, and then maybe go roller skating. nothin’ too crazy baby,” you’d lean in and give him a big smooch, but your lip combo was looking extraaaa perfect tonight.

his big hands cupped your ass over your jeans, before slowly moving up the play with the visible strings of your thong. “gonna be good tonight right? not gonna make me come up there and put nobody on a t-shirt right?”

ony knew you were as faithful as they came, and trusted you with everything in him, but what he did not trust was those thirsty sluts at the roller rink—especially the notorious connie springer. if he had a dollar for every time he heard about connie sweeping some girl off her skates he’d be a goddamn millionaire.

“don’t trip baby, it’s just gonna be me and the girls. if anyone tries it with me you’ll be the first to know,” and with that you were standing up. you bent over to give ony five featherlight kisses, careful not to mess up your lip gloss.

“be safe, i love you mama.”

“i love you more papa ❤︎”

( one mango margarita and three shots of tequila later . . . )

ony clutched his poor phone in irritation as he watched you act a complete fool on your instagram story. it started smooth at first, just a couple boomerangs and videos of you and your friends enjoying your time at the bar, but then he peeped that as he clicked through your story you seemed to be getting more and more lit.

what really did it for him was seeing you hang halfway out your friends car, your hips moving rather seductively as you shook your ass to the trap song that was playing over the stereo.

‘y/n, get your ass back in here! i’m not tryna get pulled over!’ he could hear your friend, who was the designated driver, say in annoyance.

you were already so lit and it’s only been an hour . . . what was he gonna do with you?

“ooou this girl is gonna be the death of me,” ony sighed, swiping over to the phone app. he looked over his contacts before clicking on ‘sun and stars ★’ aka you. the line rung six times before going to voicemail, but did that stop him from calling once more. on the fourth ring the line finally picked up, the sound of loud music and jumbled voices already giving poor ony a headache.

“babe?” he heard your cheery voice on the other end. wow, he hadn’t even realized how much he missed you until he heard your voice, his heart clenching at your missing presence. “hi baby, everything all right? i saw your story n’ it looks like you’re having a good time.”

“i ammmm, oh my gosh babe we gotta come here together sometime. i think s’like couples night or sum, everybody’s skating together and bein’ all sexy it’s making me miss youuuu.”

ony chuckled at the slurring in your voice, his thumb running over the tattoo of your name on the side of his pointer finger. fuck, he missed you.

it was quieter on your end of the line now, the loud music now nothing but a distant hum in the background. you must’ve went off to the bathroom to hear him better. “i miss you more, mama. n’ you know i can’t skate, i’d bust my ass every time!” he almost wanted to pout when you busted into a fit of giggles. oh how he wished he could hear your laugh in person.

“it’s okay, papa. m’gonna teach you and then we’ll be the sexiest couple in here,” you had a slight purr in your voice, and as shameless as it was, it did make ony’s dick jump a little. before he could say anything else you spoke once more, “i should get goin’ before they start looking for me. i’ll text you when i’m coming home, love you baby.”

ony’s head fell against the plushness of the couch, his lips turning into a frown. “i love you more, be good.” you giggled once more, promising that you’d be on your best behavior before hanging up, leaving onyankopon by himself once again. might as well make a little something for you to eat when you got home.

while ony whipped up something special for you at home, you were skating your heart out, doing all sorts of tricks n’ moves while your friends were fighting for their lives trying to keep from falling.

“yo, you’re pretty good.”

you nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt a hand on your shoulder, your body shrinking away out of instinct. any man’s touch that wasn’t ony made you wanna gag. seriously, like, who did these men think they were putting their grimy hands on you???

the man must’ve thought you were falling, because his grip on your shoulder tightened, pulling you closer to him. you hummed and moved a little to the side, the pace of your legs never faltering. once there was a safe distance between you and the stranger you finally spoke.

“thanks. i used to skate a lot when i was a kid,” your tone was short and dismissive. why was he even talking to you with this loud ass music in the background???you finally looked at him to get a good look at his face, and i’m assuming y’all already know who it is. sigh. you could already feel your buzz fading away.

you couldn’t deny that connie was handsome, but he wasn’t ony. no one could ever compete with your ony. whether it be looks, strength, book smarts, street smarts—anything the average human could do, onyankopon could do it better. at least that’s how it worked in your mind.

connie offered you a sweet smile, “do i know you? you look real familiar.”

“you might. i’m with onyankopon, i know y’all run in the same circles or whatever.” as you and connie talked the flash of someone’s phone hit you both, startling you the tiniest bit. you ignored it, deciding to keep the conversation with connie going until the song ended, but before you could even bid him farewell you heard your name being called numerous times.

your friends were standing at the entrance/exit of the rink, their skates now replaced with heels. you glanced at connie, muttering out a quick ‘see ya around’ before using a nearby railing to get out of the rink.

“that felt like the longest five minutes of my life,” you sighed, sitting on the nearest bench. “why do you guys look like that?” no one said anything, instead your phone was placed in front of your face, and what you saw made you actually gag.

it was a video of everyone in the rink skating to some rnb song, and there you were, front and center with connie by your side, his signature smirk gracing his lips.

“fucking ew! why do they have to get me, of all people, on candid camera with him? disgusting,” your nose was scrunched in disgust as you undid the laces to your skates. “ugh, i know right. let’s go do something else, i heard there’s gonna be a slide show not too far from hereeee. we should go there instead, yeah?” your best friend said, wiggling her phone in front of your face.

“a slide show? i don’t know girl, ony would be pissed. you know he don’t want me around that shit.” you knew your boyfriend well, and anything that had to do with a bunch of charged up men and expensive cars sounded like a bad situation to him, especially if he wasn’t there with you.

“don’t trip it’ll only be for like ten minutes, i promise. unless you wanna be lame and get dropped off”, your friend teased, and that had you pouting. you wanted to be good and listen to your boyfriend, but you also didn’t want the night to end quite yet.

“i got a blunt we can smoke on the way thereee,” your friend added. now that peaked your interest.

“well . . .”

[ 8 missed calls from my love ❤︎ ]

[ 6 new messages from my love ❤︎ ]

my love ❤︎ : please tell me you’re not where i think you are.

my love ❤︎ : baby answer the phone

my love ❤︎ : answer now or i’m coming up there.

my love ❤︎ : i’m omw.

“this fuckin’ girl,” ony sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. he knew you wanted to have a fun night with your friends, but this was an absolute no no for him. you not answering your phone, but still posting on your instagram story didn’t make things any better either.

he found the nearest parking spot he could and jumped out of the car, his feet moving before he could even lock the car. it seemed the slide show had turned into a party type of situation, groups of people and nice cars scattered throughout the street. he whipped out his phone, pulling up the find my app to pinpoint your exact location.

after ten minutes of searching and bland, one minute conversations with his friends, onyankopon finally found you. you were dancing to music playing from someone’s car, your behind backed up against your friends front. if he wasn’t so irritated with you, he would’ve stayed a few minutes longer in that spot to watch you dance some more.

you looked breathtaking, per usual. all the gold jewelry you were wearing had you looking like a walking goddess—his goddess.

ony took his time walking over to you. he could feel a smirk fighting its way onto his lips at the thought of your poor little face realizing you were somewhere you certainly shouldn’t be.

“y’all cute,” he called out in his most sarcastic tone. your body froze, panic flooding through your veins. fuck, has it been more than ten minutes?

you stood up straight, your bloodshot eyes connecting with ony’s chocolate ones. “h-hey baby! what’re you doin’ here?” your body was stiff as you walked over to him, careful not to trip over your heels. once he was in arms reach you fell into his chest, his musky, natural scent igniting a warmth in your lower half.

everything around you was muffled, all you could focus on was the steady beat of onyankopon’s heart. suddenly, he pulled away, muttering something about you hopping on his back. with little strength you jumped up, wrapping your arms around his neck, and your legs around his waist.

you turned to your friends, offering them a weak wave as ony carried you away, not saying a word. once you both made it to the car, he carefully set you inside, and adjusted your limbs so he was able to buckle you up.

the second he got in the car you turned to him, your lips pulled into a pout. “how drunk are you right now, babe?” he asked, taking your chin between his fingers to examine your face.

“i’m more high than drunk, but i’m fine, i don’t feel sick or nothin’,” your voice was quiet as you spoke, your hooded eyes looking anywhere but at him. “are you mad at me ony?” your eyes finally locked with his.

ony shook his head, “i am, but it’s okay we’ll get it sorted out at home. drink some of that water for me.” your eyes flicked to the water bottle that was dripping with condensation in the console. it looked heavenly to say the least.

the drive home was quiet besides the music playing quietly in the background, and you taking a few gulps of water every now and again. ony’s hand was glued to the thickness of your thigh the entire time, squeezing the jean covered flesh every couple of minutes.

he was silent when he parked the car in front of your apartment building, and he was silent on the way up to the apartment. he was quiet as church mouse when he helped you take off your heels, his lips pressing soft kisses your ankles when he took each heel off, and he was still silent when he helped you take off your top, leaving you in your bra and jeans.

ony knelt between your spread legs, his hands gripping onto your thighs for stability. “before i go ahead, just tell me one thing, did you have fun, baby?” his eyes softened as he waited for your response. you nodded, a small smile coming onto your lips.

“that’s good, i’m glad you had fun. now can you tell me why you were all the way in the city and not answering your phone?” his thick brow raised up, awaiting your response.

you nibbled on your bottom lip, the lip combo you were so proud of hours ago now smudged away. “we were sick of the roller rink, and jasmine heard about this slide show happening in the city sooo we went down there just to see what was going on. i tried saying no, i really did, baby, but then she bribed me with a blunt and full control of the aux so i caved.” your fingers began to fiddle with his own.

“i’m so sorry i didn’t answer i just a little too, um, immersed in my activities. and i’m sorry about the connie thing—”

“wait. what connie thing?”

your lips pulled into a straight line, your eyes squeezing shut in defeat. why, oh why did you have to bring that up?

“y/n, talk to me. use your words,” ony’s thumbs rubbed little circles into your thighs, silently telling you he’s not angry, and will not get angry at your response. he knew better than to think you tried anything with connie, he just wanted to know out of pure curiosity.

“well, since you asked—that lame came and talked to me. he be acting all nice n’ shit like everybody don’t know how much of a dog he really is.” ony couldn’t help but laugh at the scrunched up look on your face as you talked about it.

“and i guess the roller rink has an insta page or something, because next thing you know there’s a video of me and constance skating together. he followed me and liked everything on my story not even a half hour later—the man has zero shame! like, how’re you gonna waste my friends time, then come onto me like she’s not my friend and i don’t have a boyfriend?! granted, he only did say hi and complimented my skating but—”

ony could only smirk as you tipsily babbled about connie, and eventually moved on to a whole different topic. he didn’t interrupt you, instead he let you ramble on and looked at you with nothing but infatuation in his eyes.

suddenly your phone pinged, a notification from instagram popping up on your lock screen. “mmcht, speak of the devil,” you grabbed your phone, and opened the notification, showing ony exactly what you were talking about.

connie_springer replied to your story: i hope to see u again next time. we barley talked

ony read the message three times, his lips quirking into a playful smile. “‘barley’ . . . illiterate bitch.” it was silent for a few beats before you both burst into giggles.

now, you don’t exactly remember who initiated the kiss, but somehow ony managed to kiss you breathless, pinning you to the bed while his lips hungrily chased your own. his thumb pushed down on your chin, widening your lips just enough for him to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

“missed you baby,” he muttered against your lips. you tasted like spiked lemonade and strawberry gloss, an odd yet, salivating combo. you responded with a moan, your leg lifting up to wrap loosely around his waist.

“i wanna fuck.”

onyankopon grinned, his nose playfully nudging against yours. “all that liquor and weed went straight to your pussy hm?” his tone was teasing as he blindly reached between your bodies to undo the button of your jeans. “turn over, wanna take you from the back.” ony pecked your lips three times before helping you turn over, his strong hands moving towards your hips a second later to lift you to your knees.

the view before ony’s eyes was perfect.

you smiled when you saw a flash behind you—onyankopon loved taking him some pictures of his pretty girlfriend. you whipped your head around, your eyes flicking to ony’s concentrated one’s.

“you still mad at me baby?” you purred, playfully sticking your ass out more. a whine bubbled in your throat when you felt his bulge press right against your ass. ony kissed his teeth, “be quiet, y’know i wasn’t even mad in the first place. now look at the camera.”

you looked directly in the camera, you fluttered your lashes and gave him a tiny smirk before he took at least thirty pics of you in the same position. “beautiful . . .” you heard him mutter. you grinned, your cheeks heating up at the compliment.

“mm, you should post it that. connie follows you right? i think it’ll be funny.”

“what do you think i’m doin’, mama?” ony flashed you a smile, his fingers typing furiously at his phone before tossing it to the side. your phone dinged, a notification from instagram popping up. “d-did you tag me?” your breath hitched when ony tugged your jeans in one swift motion, the waistband now on the backs of your jeans.

ony knelt down, now eye level with your panty clad pussy. “i did, but you can look at that later,” was all he said before tugging your thong to the side, his warm tongue cupping your clit with quickness. you hummed in content, your face nuzzling into the comforter. ony traced slow, gentle circles around your clit, his tongue swiping down every couple of seconds to collect more of your essence on his tongue.

“f-fuck babe.” ony could hear your tiny voice whine, your hips now back and forth. he kissed your clit one last time before kissing his way up your pussy, his tongue slipping into your cunt with ease. his thumb replaced his tongue, rubbing tight, little circles on your clit.

onyankopon wasn’t shy to let you know that he liked giving you head. in just mere minutes he’d be moaning into your pussy and caressing your thighs delicately, mumbling little praises every now and again just to make sure you got the hint hehe.

your back arched when he rubbed the middle of his tongue, the softest part of it in your humble opinion, sloppily against your clit, dribbles of your essence now dripping off his chin and onto his chest. “yeah, y-yeah, keep doing that and i’ma cum,” your breath quickened, your eyes rolling back as the coil in your stomach got tighter n’ tighter.

“mmph, yeah? you gonna cum in my mouth baby? lemme hear you,” ony’s thumb pushed the skin above your clit up, exposing it even more to his skillful tongue. “y-yes on—y!” your kiss bitten lips dropped open, back arching impossibly deep when you felt his fingers pinch your clit.

“try that again, what’s my name? whose mouth are you gonna cum on?” as tipsy as you were, your cheeks still went hot at the mention of his ‘bedroom name’. truly you weren’t into calling men daddy at first, it put a sour taste in your mouth—but then ony came along. sure you called him ‘pa’ and ‘papa’ occasionally but this just felt . . . different. he didn’t push you into calling him anything during sex, only suggesting it, and you were sure you’d never even think to call him daddy . . . until one night, when he had you folded up, your spent pussy pulsing around his dick as you chanted his new name like a prayer.

“i-i’m, i’m gonna cum on your m-mouth *huff*, daddy.”

“atta girl,” ony hummed, wrapping his lips around your swollen clit. his middle and ring fingers slipped into your clenching entrance, immediately bumping into that spot that had you squealing. he would’ve made you cum whether you called him daddy or not, he just liked to fuck with you when you got like this. so annoying.

your thighs began to shake, your orgasm approaching closer and closer. “hah! hah! f-fuck m’cumminggg.” ony pushed your weight forward, his face burrowing into your pussy as he slurped and sucked up your cum like it was the finest wine he’d even tasted.

he licked you through your orgasm until you were whining oh so cutely in overstimulation. he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his tongue running over his lips just to make sure he didn’t miss anything.

“fix that arch,” ony grunted, tugging his sweats down in one swift motion, his achingly hard dick springing free. you mewled, fixing your position as you mentally prepared for the insane dicking you were about to receive.

he bent down, pressing one, two, three soft kisses across your waist. “you’re so pretty, look at me one more time,” you felt his warm hand squeeze your waist as he spoke, his words laced with love and adoration. you slowly craned your neck to look at him. your eye makeup was already becoming a little streaky, and your lips were all swollen—probably from biting them so hard.

“thank you baby, but with all due respect save the sappy shit for the aftercare, i need your dick now,” your tone was playful, but he could tell you really needed it by the way your hips started to shimmy. ony grinned, his hand reaching down to grip his leaking cock. he slapped it against your ass cheeks a few times before slipping himself between your folds, your wetness and warmth embracing him like the universes’ warmest hug.

he hissed, his teeth catching onto his bottom lip when he felt your hand press his cock impossibly close to your pussy. you could feel the dull throb of him against your clit, and it had you feeling dizzier than any liquor ever could.

“put it in, baby. i need it,” you whined into the comforter. your clit had a heartbeat in it so aggressive, it was borderline painful at this point. ony had had just about enough of his teasing too, because he fulfilled your wishes and filled you up with his dick the second you finished speaking. he was in to the hilt, your pussy gripping him like a vice as you tried to adjust to his size.

he pulled out less than halfway before slowly pushing back in. he did that over and over until he began a steady rhythm. “you’d think after all the times we done fucked you wouldn’t be this fuckin’ tight,” he grunted, slapping your right ass cheek with force.

ony noticed you becoming greedy for more, your hips seeming to have a mind of their own as you tried to match his slow strokes with quicker, sloppier movements. he fisted the flimsy of your thong, careful not to rip it. “slow. the fuck. down.” he growled in between strokes, making sure you felt each puncture of his dick against your cervix.

he tongued the inside of his cheek, thinking to himself for a moment before halting his movements. he puckered his lips, letting a glob of spit fall onto your untouched hole. he felt your body tense, a smirk coming onto his lips as he watched the spit trickle down and mix in with the creamy mess that was you.

before you could whine about his lack of thrusts, he started up a steady pace again, eventually getting faster and harder as the minutes ticked by. “you like that?” he grunted, using his free hand to push your head further into the mattress. you nodded as best as you could, “y-yes, daddy, i fu—huckin’ love ittt.”

you felt him in your stomach, your chest, your fucking head. you felt it everywhere—all your senses consumed by him.

in between his brutal strokes ony had a sudden need, he wanted a kiss. without stopping the rolls of his hips, he pushed your lower half down, his arm wrapping itself around your neck to prop your head up. your eyes rolled into the back of your skull, a line of drool slipping from your trembling lips and onto the comfort that was already soaked with your tears.

his pace switched from fast to slow, his hips snapping against your backside rather roughly with each thrust. “kiss me,” you heard him whisper into your ear, his hot tongue lolling out to lick over the shell of your ear.

“come on, baby. you can do it. jus’ turn your head a lil to the left and give your ony a kiss.” it took literally every ounce of strength you had to turn your head, but you succeeded and got rewarded with a very sloppy kiss. he sucked on your bottom lip, and then your tongue. his kisses tasted tart from previously devouring your pussy.

your feet thrashed against the bed, a moan getting caught in your throat as your second orgasm of the night hit you like a semi—unexpectedly mind you. ony pressed his pelvis harshly against your ass, his hips moving in slow circles to draw your orgasm as long as possible.

“can’t— *hiccup* c-can’t take anymore pa,” you sniffled, fat tears rolling your puffy cheeks. ony kissed you, long and slow, before pulling away. “yeah you can, stay like that,” he muttered, pushing himself up. his thighs were on either side of your hips, his dick still snuggly sheathed inside your aching cunt.

his hands squeezed at your ass cheeks, spreading them so he could get a view at the way your pussy gripped him. your mouth parted in a silent scream when he pushed his hips forward, his cock sliding an extra inch deeper. “too deep, ony! t-too deep,” you panted, your manicured hand reaching behind you to slap against his lower stomach.

“keep your hand there, s’not gonna stop me, baby. it never does,” he breathlessly chuckled, rolling his hips. something felt off. very, very off, like you were about to—

ony was slightly taken aback by your force as you pushed his hips back, his soaked cock slipping out as a flood of your cum hit the sheets. he could only watch in awe as your hand reached between your thighs, fingers sloppily rubbing circles around your clit. you didn’t really know were doing in that moment, but it just felt right. the giant coil in your tummy had finally unraveled, leaving you a gasping, sobbing mess as you rode out your second unexpected orgasm.

your body slumped against the mattress, your soaked thighs twitching violently. “what the fuck . . . i didn’t know you could do that,” ony muttered, his fingers swiping against the puddle formed on the sheets. you shrugged and shook your head. shit, you didn’t know you could do that either!

onyankopon scooted off the bed with shaky legs. he gently tugged your jeans off the rest of the way before turning you over. “just need you to hold on a little bit longer, mama. just need to make me cum, n’ then we’re done, okay? use your words so i know you’re good.” his fingers tapped at your jaw, signaling you to speak.

your lashes fluttered open, “m’good ony, wanna make you cum now.” onyankopon gave you a little smile, his eyes never once leaving yours as he set your ankles over his shoulders. he turned his head, giving both of your ankles a kiss. “my pretty baby,” he whispered, his hand reaching down to give his dick a few pumps.

he tapped the tip against your clit, smearing any leaking pre against your folds before slipping in with ease. you both moaned in unison, and funnily enough your noses both scrunched up the same way from being connected once more. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling the tiniest bit to let him know you’d like to be closer.

ony obliged, adjusting himself so he was able to lean down and be closer to you. the new angle had him hitting deeper, each thrust damn near knocking the air out of your poor lungs. “hah, love you, baby,” he panted, messily pressing his lips against yours. you cradled his face in your hands, your legs wrapping tightly around his slim waist. “love you more, daddy.”

ony groaned, his face nuzzling in your neck a second later to contain his whines. “inside? can i?” you heard him whine into your neck, his rhythm getting sloppier each time he pulled out. you nodded furiously, begging and pleading him like a lil slut to cum inside you that moment.

ony let out his first vocal moan of the night, his hand slapping beside your head to fist at the comforter. you felt a sudden warmth inside you and sighed contently, your legs tightening around his waist to keep him in place. he spent the next couple of minutes pathetically humping into your pussy, relishing in the aftershocks of his orgasm.

his grip on the sheets loosened, his body relaxing completely into yours. “ugh, baby, you’re so heavy,” you whined, pushing at his broad shoulders. ony only hummed, not moving an inch, and after multiple attempted to push him off you did the only thing you could do.

“hah! babe, d-don’t do that,” ony hissed, finally lifting his head up. you narrowed your eyes, clenching around his softened dick again, “then get the heck off me.” he sighed dramatically, pressing one last kiss to your neck before pushing himself up.

“all warm, mama?” ony hummed, wrapping your favorite fluffy towel around your bare body. you nodded, your mouth parting in a yawn. man were you ready to go the hell to bed.

after ony found his strength he got up and forced you into the shower with him, despite your whines and protest of being ‘too tired’. he held you for the first ten minutes, clutching onto your body as if you’d slip away while the hot water cascaded down your bodies. he then took his time washing your body, making sure no skin was left untouched before quickly doing himself.

now it was finally time for cuddles and, most importantly, time for bed.

he carried you to bed, of course, carefully laying you down on your side and tucking you in. when he got into bed you immediately latched to his side, your head finding its rightful place on his chest.

“shit, forgot i posted this,” ony chuckled showing you the story he had tagged you in an hour prior to your . . . activities. you examined the picture, a lazy smile making its way into your lips. “my ass looks so fat in this, good job babe.” you pat him on the chest a few times, your lips parting from yet another yawn.

“mm, you’re welcome, baby. not get some sleep, n’ make sure to dream about me,” he chuckled, giving your forehead three kisses.

[wqlfstqr]

◟𖥻 my my my : percy jackson

▰▰ pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader

if Percy can't find a way to slip a 'that's my girlfriend' into the conversation, then he'll still find a way to make it known.

this is kind? of a part two to this one

warnings: no cabin mentioned for reader, no use of y/n, overprotective!percy, just fluff.

If someone at camp didn’t know Percy and her were dating, they were probably living under a rock, because Percy isn't subtle at all about his love for her.

And well, maybe he is a little too loud about it, but so what? he has an amazing girlfriend, he would happily walk around camp talking to every person he found just to make sure everyone knows he is dating her— Oh, that is actually what he does almost every day. Sue him.

It gets to a point where people already expect the 'and my girlfriend' in almost every trivial conversation, and if he can't find a way slip it in? Well, he has to show off.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 1. the hand on her back

The pavilion is full of people after breakfast ends, everyone standing from their tables to go with friends or plan their schedule for the day, it takes Percy only a second to find her trying to make her way in between the crowd.

He knows that look. The tightness in her posture, the way her gaze shifts through the people. Crowds make her anxious.

So he moves through the mess of bodies, he's right there by her side in an instant, leaning to kiss her temple. "Hey, pretty girl."

Her body immediately relaxes the moment she hears him, like his voice is the exhale she didn’t know she was holding. "Hi, Perce" and she smiles, that kind of bright smile that one day would be able to do what monsters and gods couldn't do— kill Percy.

He can feel her fingers brushing his sleeve, as if she's looking for some kind of comfort. Without needing to ask any questions, Percy slides his hand to the small of her back like it's second nature, like he was made to guide her through chaos.

The contact is subtle, it's not even meant to be possessive— not showy, just steady, intentional, just Percy softly keeping her close in a sea of demigods and chaos.

Of course, someone notices.

"Dude." Connor calls out, walking past them with Travis. "Chill, she's not gonna vanish."

Percy smirks, guiding her through the people. "I'm not taking any chances."

His hand remains there, grounding her, providing her with the peace she needs. But also, if people notice his hand splayed protectively against her back, it's just a plus.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 2. the water bottle

Percy has been distracted for a while, leaning against a wall, his eyes fixed on her as her tongue pokes out slightly in concentration, aiming her arrow. An Apollo camper is beside her, giving her pointers. "Okay, keep your shoulders relaxed and release."

The arrow cuts through the air, landing dead-center with a satisfying thunk. She looks at it for a second, before jumping in pure delight, Percy doesn’t even bother hiding his silly smile.

But immediately, his smile falters when the Apollo camper chimes in, "That's it, that was amazing!" and he throws his arm over her shoulder.

Oh no.

Percy's right there in a second, he's sure he isn't even that fast when it comes to battling monsters. But when it's about her, he would teleport if he could.

"Hey, love!"

She turns to see Percy, absolutely taken off guard, as he strides towards them, water bottle in his hand. His curls are messy and he's sweaty, she guesses he probably just finished his training, but he still manages to look like he walked out of a daydream.

"Here, pretty girl." he gives her the water bottle, smiling as he coincidentally places himself between her and the Apollo boy. "You look tired and, y'know, i'm your boyfriend. Just doing my job."

She blinks at him, taken aback, then snorts because she finally realizes what this is about. "Thanks, Perce."

"Of course." He says, planting a soft kiss against her temple, before stepping back. "I'll leave you to it, but let me know if you need something else, yeah?"

When he steps away, he smiles shamelessly at the bewildered Apollo camper that takes a long second to even mutter something. "Yes, she's great, isn't she?"

"Yes, totally, she's the most talented at everything she tries." He nods, absolutely proud, but he's fast at adding, "you know, my girlfriend. That i'm dating. Me. Can you believe it?"

Behind him, she rolls her eyes and mutters something about him being ridiculous, but she's smiling into the water bottle as she takes a sip.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 3. iris message

The worst time for Percy is when he has to go on a quest without her, being apart from her feels like falling into tartarus. And maybe, just maybe, he gets a little annoyed about the idea of other people flirting with her when he's not around.

Of course, he trusts her, but he also knows she's simply oblivious when it comes to people flirting with her. That's why it took so long for them to start dating, after all.

So yeah, maybe he checks in a little too often. Not only because of that. He simply loves getting to talk to her, seeing her after every rough day makes the quest a little less tiring.

She's smiling politely at the Ares camper in front of her, nodding as he talks about his strategy to win capture the flag, his arms crossed in a way that makes it seem as if he's flexing his muscles.

Not that she's interested at all, she's just polite enough to pretend she is even when she's only thinking about Percy. Missing him.

It's almost as if he knows that she's thinking about him, wherever he is, because suddenly a shimmering golden mist swirls in the air between her and the Ares boy, slicing through the conversation.

"Oh, Iris message!" the boy steps back slightly.

She beams, the polite smile widening into a happy grin when the mist sharpens into the image of Percy, out of breath, his curls sticking to his forehead, his face dirty, riptide still in hand.

"Hey there, love." Percy smiles, his tone fond and sweet— no one would even think that he was side-eyeing the boy standing beside his girlfriend. "Just checking in. We just killed a monster, you should've seen it, it was this gross serpenty thing. But I thought of you."

"Charming, love." She replies, amused.

His eyes flicker to her side like he's only just now noticing the boy beside her. "Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you were busy. Sorry, love you."

"I love you too, Perce." His eyes go back to her, his stare turning softer, the kind of stare reserved for her only.

"I have to go, pretty, just call me if you need anything, yeah?" He smiles innocently. "I'll be back soon, anyways."

The mist dissolves.

The silence that follows is awkward.

The boy clears his throat, no longer flexing his arms as they fall to his sides. "Does he just uh- calls you every time he kills a monster?"

"Oh no, that would be ridiculous." she replies, fighting a smirk. "Why?"

"No reason."

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 4. bragging rights.

They're supposed to be on watch duty, patrolling the border to make sure there's no monsters lurking or campers trying to sneak out past curfew.

But Leo's starting to think that the threat here is not the monsters or the rebellious teenagers, the real threat is how Percy hasn't shut up about his girlfriend for the past fifteen minutes.

"And did you see the little ribbon thing she had on her hair? She's so cute, I swear, and it matched her camp shirt. How can she manage to look so pretty and cool at the same time?" He's walking, but it's a wonder that he hasn't tripped yet since Leo can see how distant his eyes are, that dreamy little smile on his face.

Leo blinks, surprised. "Dude, do you have a crush on your girlfriend or something?"

"Don't be ridiculous, a crush is way too small. I'm madly in love with her. That's way different." He explains, and then keeps going. "And did you see when she grabbed the flag? I thought she might slip when she jumped from that tree, but nope, perfect landing."

"Yes, I was there, heard you scream."

"I didn’t scream"

"You absolutely did, then you tripped over a rock trying to run to stop her from falling."

Percy stops.

Leo stops.

They look at each other for a long second before Percy sighs. "Yes, probably panicked out a little, can't blame me."

Leo holds up his hands in the air. "Not blaming you, just saying you're hopeless, dude."

"I'm not hopeless, just in love."

And Leo groans. Yes, this is going to be a long patrol shift.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 5. the dramatic kiss

Percy takes off his helmet, pushing through people cheering, some groaning while walking to the infirmary with wounds and bruised limbs, others replaying what just happened during capture the flag.

But he doesn’t stop to talk to any of them, instead he scans the crowd until his eyes just land on her, like it's second nature.

She's standing there, looking pretty even after the afternoon's events, cheeks flushed, strands of hair falling freely on her face even after she pushes them away with her free hand, the one that's not clutching the flag she just got. And she's laughing at something Piper is telling her. So radiant, so beautiful.

Percy stands there, giving himself just a moment to admire her, before he's full on sprinting.

His armor clinking, sweat dripping down his temple, eyes locked on her like she's the only thing anchoring him to the world.

She turns just in time to catch him running towards her. "Perce? did something—"

But her words are cut short when he's suddenly scooping her up into his arms, and dipping her like something straight out of one of those romance movies she loves so much.

And then, he kisses her.

Percy can hear gasps around them, or maybe whistles, he's sure as hell he can hear someone shouting. "Oh my gods, not this again."

But he doesn’t care.

Even after he pulls back, he can only focus on her, her arms around his neck, looking at him through wide eyes.

"You're crazy." She mumbles, breathless.

And he can only grin in return. "Crazy about you? Yes, yes I am."

She hides her face on his neck mortified, and of course he only holds her tighter, smirking.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ +1 the one time she was showing off

She's trying not to be annoyed.

It started with her sitting near the campfire, changing the bandage from a scrape on her leg she got from the chariot race. Two campers sat nearby, she didn’t recognize one of them so she was sure it's probably a new camper. And she didn’t mean to pry, but they were so loud.

"Who's that guy over there?" The new girl asks, not subtle at all. "The one with the sword? he's just so dreamy, I mean, the hair, the jawline, those arms."

The other one snorts. "You mean Percy Jackson? he's a legend here."

It's immediate, she stops whatever she's doing with the bandages and her head snaps up, brows furrowed together as she glances in the direction the other two are staring at.

Yes, it's indeed Percy they're talking about. He doesn’t seem to notice the eyes on him, he never does. Instead, he's laughing with Grover, his hair is wet like he just took a shower, and the sun is hitting him just right. And— okay, fine, he looks a little too good. Ridiculously good.

"Gods, he's hot." The new one replies. "Do you think he has a girlfriend?"

"Actually—"

She doesn’t stick around to keep hearing the conversation because she's suddenly feeling too bothered by it.

Instead, she marches over, catching Percy mid-laugh. "Hey, love—" he starts, but doesn’t even get the full sentence out because she grabs him by the collar, pulls him in, and kisses him.

He stumbles a bit in surprise, but the second he realizes what's happening?

Yes, he's absolutely loving it. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer and his lips returning the kiss with equal excitement.

By the time they break apart, he blinks at her like he's just been hit with a tidal wave. "Uh... hi." he breathes.

"Hi, you" She beams at him, and Percy's heart feels like it might jump out of his chest.

Behind them, Grover rolls his eyes. "Gods, you two are sickenly sweet, I'm leaving."

Percy just grins, eyes fixed on her like she's the only person in the world. "You kissed me."

"Yes, is that a problem?" She tilts her head, eyes shining playfully.

Percy leans to kiss her again. "Not at all." he mumbles against her lips. "Keep doing it."

Somewhere behind them, across the fire, the camper turns to her new friend. "So yes, he has a girlfriend."

[stargirlygirl]

you walk out on him

zayne x fem!reader

⭑.ᐟ part two

summary: it's been one week since you walked out on zayne. both of you have been silent. cue your surprise when you get a knock at the door late at night from your ex-boyfriend.

contains: hurt comfort, angst, suggestive in text messages, zayne apologises and professes his love for you, 2.1k words

pt.1

One week.

It’s been one week since Zayne laid those sharp, hazel eyes on you, and he’s going insane. At first, he was feeling pretty confident. You were upset and needed some space. Surely, you would message him sometime that day, asking to discuss things.

Wrong.

The second day, Zayne was still feeling confident, albeit less confident than yesterday. Leaving the apartment that morning, he notices you forgot your favourite necklace— the necklace he bought you for your one-year anniversary. Surely, you would be around to pick it up, and he would somehow catch you in the act.

Also wrong.

When he came home around 11pm that night, your necklace was still sitting on the dresser. To Zayne, the diamond looks slightly dull, or maybe that’s his teary foggy eyes. He resolves to have it cleaned tomorrow.

By day three, Zayne’s confidence in you returning is non-existent. Still no word from you, his mind races over all of the mistakes he’s made these past few months leading to this hiccup in your relationship. Looking back, it’s so fucking obvious. Not texting you daily, not taking days off, never telling you when he would be home, and not giving you his full attention even when he was at home. And it wasn’t solely because he was busy or tired. It was because he thought you could bear it.

Being a cardiac surgeon isn’t for the weak. Choosing this profession, he’s had to put much of his personal life on the back burner, especially when his work schedule got even busier than usual. But over the years, he’s learnt to grit his teeth and bear it. He enjoys it even. But why did he expect the same of you?

For the first time in Zayne’s life, he succumbs to temptation and tries his first energy drink. It tastes like medicine, grating and sour to the tongue. But nothing can compare to the flavour of your absence. Unable to sleep for the past several nights, he treks down to his local gas station and buys the canned arsenic.

Once the cardiologist gets home, he pops the tag and takes a sip. Recoiling with disgust, he finds the willpower to finish the 200 mL of poison. And now, he can’t sleep. The caffeine keeps him up well into the early hours of the morning, fuelling his attempts to type out an apology message.

I’m so sorry, darling. I want to make things right between us—

“No,” he groans, pressing ‘backspace’ with his pointer finger so hard he could crack the phone screen.

I’m so sorry, darling. I miss you terr—

My sincerest apolog—

I know that I’ve hurt you very deeply, my love. But if you’d be willing to give me another chance, I’d like to make things right between us.

Huffing, he deletes the message and throws his phone on his bed before heading to the bathroom to get ready for work.

As it hits Friday, one week after you left, Zayne is feeling confident. Confident that he can’t go on without you anymore. The energy drink catches up to him, and he almost falls asleep mid-consult. Finishing off with the patient, he has the rest of his appointments cancelled and dozes off in his office.

When he wakes, night has fallen. Gathering his bag and coat, he books it to his car and clicks ‘Start Route’ on his Audi’s GPS to Tara’s apartment complex. Once parked, he takes the elevator up to her apartment, mentally rehearsing everything he’s been meaning to say to you this past week.

…˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚…

You’re halfway through the new episode of your show when there’s a knock at the front door. It’s just you tonight, seeing as Tara’s out on a mission for the next couple of days. Throwing off your blanket, you stalk to the front door and stand on your tippy-toes to glance through the peephole.

“Go away, Zayne,” you grumble through the door.

He shifts closer, one hand on the wood as he declares, “No. I’m not going anywhere.” Groaning, you flip the lock and swing the door half open. He’s close, towering over you with dopey, wide eyes, which rake over your figure. You’re in his shirt, the sleeves rolled back and v-neck hanging off one shoulder. His gaze darts up to yours.

You sigh, “What is it?” Zayne steps back, putting some distance between you as he clears his throat.

“I’d like to talk,” he says clinically.

“Talk?” You bite back. “About what?”

“About us.”

You scoff, “I’m surprised you have the time. Don’t you have some emergency surgery to attend to?”

He shakes his head, saying firmly, “I took the night off.”

“Wow,” you say sarcastically. “Your first night off in months, and you choose to spend it with me. How thoughtful.” You roll your eyes, the pettiness bubbling up to the surface.

“Y/n.” Looking back at your boyfriend(? ex-boyfriend?), you take note of the knot in his brow. His scent wafts over to you, a mix of sweets, sweat, and… was that a Red Bull?

He sighs, “You have every right to still be angry with me after how I neglected you. But please, will you give me the chance to fix things between us?” You stare at him, thinking over his words. You’re about to respond when you notice the resident gym rat trying to sneak past. Reaching out, you grab Zayne’s forearm and tug him closer to you.

“Sorry,” you call past him.

Your neighbour mutters, “It’s fine,” as they dash off to their apartment. Hearing the click of their door, you release Zayne’s arm.

Gazing up, you huff, “Come in.” You push the door open wider with your back, standing against it and trying to make yourself smaller as the surgeon slips past you. It’s cosy inside: soft halogens, a warm vanilla candle going, and the low hum of your tv show.

“Take a seat,” you instruct, pointing to the couch. Leaving his shoes by the door, Zayne does as he’s told. His sleepy eyes are glued to you as you sit across from him, the too-big shirt sliding further down your shoulder. You must have recently showered, he thinks. Your skin is positively radiant and looks so smooth. The urge to touch you is unbearable, but he bears it. As long as he gets to speak to you, he’ll do anything.

“My eyes are up here,” you snap.

“Right,” he says quietly, heat rising to the tips of his ears. His heart rate accelerates as you two sit in almost silence for a minute.

Finally, Zayne apologises, “I’m sorry for ignoring you, darling.” Ooo, strike one. Your brow raises, and your eyes dart up and down his frame from the pet name. Fuck, no more pet names, he reprimands himself.

“You mean everything to me, and I was— I am— an awful partner for not reminding you of that every day,” he continues. Strike two. Bold of him to assume you’re still together. Not that you aren’t. You didn’t consider the sticky situation you would create for future you by walking out on him. But you appreciate his sentiment.

“I wish that I had taken the initiative to contact you earlier, and reassure you of your importance to me despite my busy schedule.” You nod, starting to like what you’re hearing. But by no means is he off the hook.

He sighs, “I took you for granted. Not because you’re not important. But I thought we could handle it. I thought you could handle my absence.” Strike three.

“What’re you saying?” You ask, your forehead creased and mouth twisted into a pout.

Zayne mumbles beneath his breath, “Fuck.” Pushing up his glasses, he clarifies, “What I mean to say is that I was ignorant of your needs, and my duties as your partner to fulfil those needs. I was unaware that you needed me to be more present in our relationship. And I was unaware of the toll my neglect took on you.” Better.

You prompt, “And so what’re you going to do about it? When it gets really busy, how are you going to make time for us?”

“Well,” he starts. “I’m going to communicate to you around what time I’ll be getting home, and make sure that if that changes, then I let you know. I’ll take a day off once a week, and we can spend it together. When you visit me at the hospital, I’ll be attentive to you. And if I can’t be, then I’ll tell you.” You hum, approving of his answer.

Zayne sighs, “But, I need you to communicate to me when you’re feeling dissatisfied in our relationship. If I’m very busy, then I want you to do whatever it takes to make me listen to you.” You chuckle. It’s short and soft, but it reinvigorates him the way an energy drink can’t.

“Whatever it takes?” You muse, your arms crossed underneath your chest, loosening.

He nods, “Yes. Grab me by the collar and give me an earful if you have to. Whatever you have to say to me, I want to hear it.” You gaze at him for a long moment, weighing up his apology and your pain. Your heart thumps in your chest, and your hands are becoming sweaty.

You pose the final question: “Why didn’t you come after me sooner? It’s been a whole week.”

Zayne avoids your eyes as he murmurs, “I… needed time to collect my thoughts as I’m sure you did.” He pauses before meeting your gaze.

“I love you, Y/n. I will always love you,” he states like it’s a fact and not a feeling. Like the only thing he’s sure of in this lifetime is his love for you.

Sighing, you slowly rise from the sofa opposite him. Stepping around the coffee table, you stand in front of him. He stares up at you, analysing all of the emotions in your eyes. They’re much gentler now.

He breathes out shakily, “Did I pass?” You smirk and run your hands through his hair, scratching at his scalp lightly and eliciting a soft sigh from him.

Zayne raises his hands slowly and reaches out for you tentatively. You give a small nod, urging him to touch you. When his cold fingers caress the back of your thigh, you shiver. They tremble as he palms your warm flesh and presses you into the space between his legs.

You giggle, “You scraped it by only one point.” His eyes almost pop out of his skull, and his jaw slackens— utterly mortified.

“O-one point?” He stutters.

You chuckle, unable to contain yourself, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. By two points at least.” His head dips as he nuzzles your tummy.

He murmurs into his your shirt, “That’s my worst grade yet. Don’t you think you mark too harshly?”

Ruffling his hair, you quip, “No.” Your hands slide down to his shoulders and wrap around the back of his neck. His toned arms encircle your legs as he sighs into your warmth. All of the tension accumulating this past week dissolves beneath your fingertips, and Zayne finds himself rather tired. Yawning, he tenderly kisses your navel through the cotton fabric.

“Where’s Tara?” He asks lazily.

You chirp, “She’s on a mission. Won’t be back until tomorrow night.”

“Mhmm,” he hums. You two remain like that for a few minutes, content to enjoy these tender touches and each other’s presence.

Eventually, Zayne yanks you down onto his lap and cuddles with you. He murmurs sweet apologies in your ear as he strokes your thigh, twirling the hem of your shirt between his fingers. You rest your head against his shoulder and close your eyes, your hand on his heart. It beats steadily beneath your palm, a constant reminder that everything will be okay.

At some point, you doze off because when you open your eyes, you’re in Tara’s guest room. Morning sunlight streams through the curtains, and birds chirp in the distance. You stretch and turn your head to the side, eyes searching for a swathe of black hair and pale skin.

There’s no sign of Zayne. Not as you get out of bed and clean yourself up. Not even as you head to the kitchen and boil the kettle. Not until your phone pings.

You grab it, hoping that it’s him. And you grin as you pour boiling water into a mug with a tea bag in it, clicking on his message.

masterlist

a/n: here's part two as requested! hope all of you liked it. i was gonna make him like beg, but i feel like zayne doesn't grovel. i think if it was raf or caleb, they would be on their knees pleading for a second chance, but not zayne.

(almost) every one who asked for a pt.2 - @notsurewhattocallthisblog8888, @schnittled, @ciaradream8, @mystqyy, @syluslittlecrows, @mcdepressed290, @regalillegal, @crimsonsylus, @slimearchon

[gurugirl]

Truth or Dare | slumber party!h

Summary: Y/n's coworker, Harry, has never been to a slumber party so she decides to remedy that and give him a sleepover he'll never forget.

A/N: Based off this request. Thanks anon! I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 6,752

Warning: smut

. . .

By her third glass of chardonnay, her stomach was feeling the acid from the wine but she was having such a good time talking to Harry from the operations department that she didn’t care. She’d have another before calling it a night. Just one more glass so she could sit with him a little longer and listen to him talk and watch as he ran his finger along the edge of his pint glass.

He was probably looking at her like he was because he was also three pints of lager in and he was kind so he was holding eye contact to be polite. Certainly, it wasn’t because he found her attractive (though she’d have welcomed that).

The company’s management meeting was long over and everyone else had gone home but Harry and Y/n stayed for another round. They rarely ever got to talk at the office. She’d always wanted to pick his brain about why he decided to move to the US and how, of all companies, he chose to work at Dunn Services.

Y/n laughed on cue as he mentioned something from his childhood with his sister having her friends over to stay the night. He grinned, a healthy row of teeth aimed at her before he looked down and laughed at himself, “In truth? I never did have a sleepover or anything like that.”

“Really? Surely you had friends…”

Harry nodded, “Oh yeah I had a lot of friends. But I never stayed over at anyone’s and they never came over to mine either. Just… I don’t know. Never happened.”

Placing her nearly empty glass down she turned and waved with a smile as the waitress walked by, “Can we get another round, please?”

“How are you getting home?” Harry asked when she faced him, crossing her leg over her knee toward him.

“Taxi. You?”

“Might walk. I’m not far from here.”

Nodding she placed her elbows on the table, “So, I think that you’ve missed out on an integral right of passage, having never had a slumber party. You should definitely remedy that at some point. I highly recommend a fun sleepover. In fact, if you need pointers on what to do during a sleepover, I’m your gal.”

“Oh yeah? What’s your go-to during a slumber party?” Harry teased before taking another sip of his beer.

“Well, I think there are like two main components. The first is entertainment and I’m always keen on a good movie, or a dumb one, either way… a movie for sure if I’m picking. Some people like to play board games or whatever, but I like to stuff myself into a pile of blankets and pillows and just lie, or drape,” she spoke using her arms to demonstrate herself draping into pillows. “Occasionally, if the mood is right, I’ll enjoy a little truth or dare.”

“Got it. A movie and maybe if the mood is right, truth or dare. And what’s the second component.”

Y/n crossed her fingers together and raised her brows as if she were about to say something very important, “Snacks. Beverages. Good ones. Usually just small bites but here’s my list…” She cleared her throat, “Buttered popcorn, and possibly potato chips. Definitely something chocolatey, and maybe something like a cookie or a snack cake. If not potato chips then tortilla chips and if it’s tortilla chips, salsa should also definitely be on the menu.”

Harry held back the laugh in his throat as he nodded, “Wow. Okay. What about like a burger or Chinese food? Would that be allowed?”

Y/n shrugged, “It’s your party. You can do what you want. I’m just telling you what I’d do and what would be a hit with your sleepover buddy.”

Harry breathed out a laugh. Y/n could tell he was getting bashful. She wondered if he was thinking the same thing she was. She watched him for a few seconds before the waitress returned with their drinks.

A quick gulp of wine and she nudged at his shin with her shoe, “You wanna have a slumber party with me?”

Harry blinked and tilted his head, “What? You mean… Seriously?”

She shrugged, “Why not? Then next time someone asks if you’ve ever had a proper slumber party you can say that you have.”

He laughed loudly, his husky voice was like music to her ears. Pointing at her with his finger he grinned, “Now how I can argue with that? I mean,” he shook his head, a glint in his eye, “Every time someone asks me if I’ve been to a slumber party and I tell them I haven’t, it’s such a disappointment! The look on their faces when they realize my whole childhood was a sham…”

They both laughed, leaning in toward one another, tittering toward the edges of their stools.

Harry tilted his head, “Actually I think it sounds fun. You just name the day and I’ll be there.”

Y/n smiled at him. She knew it was crazy. Having a grown man at her place for a slumber party. Typically adults didn’t have those kinds of sleepovers – it was usually with the intent of something far more salacious. But she’d show him a good time, she thought, raising her glass toward his, “Deal.”

.                 .                 .

Y/n had her sofa bed pulled out and piled high with extra blankets and pillows. She had all her favorite snacks plus she ordered cheeseburgers and fries for the guest of the night. It was silly. Truly she hadn’t had a real slumber party in ages, but she couldn’t help but feel a little bit of excitement that she’d be hanging out with Harry all night. It was possible that her small crush on him was making her feel all giddy but she’d push down that feeling until he gave her any extenuating signals.

Because the truth was that they were both single, young adults and this was such an unlikely scenario. No one would look at this and say Oh how cute of these two grown adults hanging out in bed together for a sleepover. So innocent! No, she knew better. While maybe nothing would actually happen it certainly wouldn’t look innocent.

And of course, she did pick out the perfect pijama set. Something a little more flattering on her body but not too hey I really need to get laid tonight. It was a happy compromise. Cotton shorts and a button-up, matching short-sleeved top. This was just supposed to be a slumber party after all.

Right?

Besides, the little paper invitation she gave him on Monday morning told him to arrive in his sleepwear so she had to look the part. And not to toot her own horn but she made a very cute invitation just for him tucked into a pink envelope with a separate little response card that had space at the bottom for him to mark yes or no if he could come. It was a yes. Obviously.

When Harry finally arrived he was wearing a pair of grey sweats and a white t-shirt. And for some fucking bizarre reason he looked so much hotter than he did when he wore his well-fitted suits at work.

Because goddamn did his shirt somehow just hug his torso in all the right spots and it allowed her to take a good look at all tattoos on his arms that were normally hidden under brushed wool jackets or long-sleeved button-up shirts. She knew he had tattoos. She’d seen him roll up his sleeves a couple of times but she never wanted to be rude and stare for long.

And then the sweatpants, while loose in the legs, fit his waist and hips and…

“You okay?” Harry was still standing in the doorway with his backpack draped over his arm waiting to be invited in.

“Yeah, sorry. Not used to seeing you dressed down like this. Almost unrecognizable.”

Harry let out a soft laugh, his eyes crinkling as Y/n stepped aside to let him in, “Would you like to see my ID? Swear I’m the Harry Styles, the guy you invited over for chips, popcorn, and truth or dare. I’ve even got your invite somewhere in my bag…”

She breathed a laugh through her nose and watched him enter into her space, “Movies too. Oh, and I also ordered cheeseburgers. Remembered that you mentioned that.”

He seemed quite pleased with the burgers as she handed him the bag. She got those small ones, five to an order, “Thanks. Fries too, huh?” He reached into the bag and pulled out three crinkle-cut french fries then stuffed them into his mouth.

“So should we settle in and pick out a movie?” She gestured toward her couch.

Harry had seen the pull-out couch with heaps of pillows and blankets when he walked in. He knew that that would be where they’d be spending most of the evening. It was the glaring thing about the whole slumber party slash sleepover. That they’d be probably sleeping next to one another. As two young, healthy, attractive adults.

“Sure,” he nodded and waited for her to pick which side she was going to take before climbing in next to her, the thin mattress and metal frame giving way gently under his weight before he leaned back against a mountain of pillows, bag of burgers safe in his hands.

Y/n had a few video streaming services at the ready and they settled on a cheesy comedy from the late 90s before Y/n reached over to her coffee table and then lined up all the snacks between them.

They chatted a little, having both seen the movie already. Topics were anything from what their plans were for the rest of the weekend to what they’d eaten for lunch at work. And it was only a little awkward when they both reached into the bowl of M&M’s at the same time, fingers brushing together.

Harry moved his hand away, “Sorry. You go…”

Y/n grinned at him, scooping a handful of candy into her palm, and then sat up, adjusting her seating as she crossed her legs together, “Wanna do truth or dare? Pretend like we’re 15 again having a sleepover. Really get into the whole slumber party vibe, ya know?”

Harry dug out a few M&M’s and let out a chesty laugh, “If I’m 15 again we’re in big trouble.”

Y/n snorted a laugh, “Why? What do you mean?”

He shook his head, a wide grin on his face with deep set dimples carved into each cheek as he turned his head to look at her, “If this were happening when I was 15 I’d already be in the bathroom hyperventilating and probably trying to will away a boner after our hands touched in the M&M’s bowl.”

Y/n guffawed and threw her head back, nearly choking on her bite of chocolatey candies as Harry laughed with her. Honestly, it was the best icebreaker she could have asked for. Things had been kind of clunky between them up until that moment as they were still trying to navigate how to act around one another. And she knew he was teasing but the good belly laugh that she got from Harry’s story was exactly what they needed.

“Okay fine. We’ll just keep going about it as adults then. No fifteen-year-olds here tonight,” Y/n chuckled as she shoveled a few kernels of popcorn into her mouth.

Y/n kept her eyes on him as she chewed her mouthful, “So truth or dare?”

Harry cocked his head at her, “So the mood is right then? For truth or dare?”

Y/n’s brows furrowed, “The mood?”

“Yeah. You said it over drinks. Remember when you were telling me what the most important components are to a sleepover and you said you liked truth or dare if the mood was right.”

Nodding slowly, she thought back to what she’d said, “Yeah. I guess I did say that. And I mean… I think the mood’s right for a little truth or dare. Movie’s almost over and you just pretty much kicked us off with that truth.” A breathy laugh was pushed from her mouth.

She could tell Harry was mulling on another question as he bit the inside of his cheek, head tilting in agreement, “So that means it’s your turn. Truth or dare?”

Biting her lip as she pondered, she pressed her back into the soft pillows behind her, “Truth.”

Harry shifted to his side, long legs stretching the length of the mattress as he propped his head up in his hand, a pillow under his arm, “Have you ever kissed a co-worker before?”

Scoffing Y/n moved to her side, mimicking Harry’s position on her side, “No,” she grinned. It was true. She’d never once done anything with any of her coworkers. Having Harry over at her house was the closest she’d ever gotten to doing anything like that. “Now you. Truth or dare?”

His green eyes slid over her features, “Truth.”

She laughed to herself, trying to think of something funny, “How many stuffed animals do you own?”

Licking his lips he nodded, “Think maybe two? Gifts from my niece… Truth or dare?”

“Mmm… dare,” she giggled.

Harry lifted a brow, “Ahhh… feeling bold yeah? Okay… hmm…” He pursed his lips to the side as he considered the dare. “Read to me the last text you sent to anyone. And you have to show me to prove it was the last one. And it can’t be any texts you and me, cause that’s not fair.”

Y/n blinked. She wasn’t exactly sure what her last text was besides Harry. But she was slightly worried because if it was what she was thinking… lifting up her message app she scrolled down to the text thread below Harry’s and it was a text with her sister. Which was what she had been worried about. She gulped, hoping that the things she said about her “coworker” who was coming to stay with her weren’t the last things she and her sister texted about.

Puffing out a breath she covered up all the previous texts to show Harry the last text from her sister – God knows you need it. Sending you good vibes, sis ;)

Harry squinted as he looked at the message and pointed, “That’s to you. The dare was to show me the last text you sent to someone. Let’s see it…”

Feeling her neck heat up she angled the phone away from him and read what she’d sent her sister. And there was no mention of Harry but if he were even halfway decent at picking up clues he might be able to figure out what was being discussed prior.

She shook her head and looked up at him. She couldn’t believe she was about to show him what was on her screen. But a dare was a dare. What was the worst that could happen?

lol I doubt anything will happen but I wouldn’t turn him down. Got condoms just in case 😜 send all your good vibes my way

Harry’s brows squished together as he looked at the text and back to Y/n and then down again at the words on her screen. She saw his throat bob and she knew the look on his face. He fucking knew what that was. He had to know.

She had to look away. She pulled the phone down and killed the screen. The awkwardness between them thick and uncomfortable as she peeked back at him. The edge of his mouth was pulled upward in a smirk, “That’s to your sister?”

Nodding she blew out an exasperated breath, “Your turn. Truth or dare?”

Harry grinned as he positioned his knee closer to Y/n, his eyes still on hers, “Dare.”

Swallowing her embarrassment down the best she could she decided to ask him the same, “Now show me the last text you sent anyone besides me.”

Harry’s smartass grin told her all she needed to know. That his last text probably wasn’t nearly as risqué as hers.

And it wasn’t. Not even close.

You can have two pounds for free. I’ve got so many growing I can’t keep up. As long as you come to pick them up on Monday they’re yours.

“I have a bunch of zucchini growing in my garden,” Harry pulled the phone away and laid it down next to his hip. “Got a neighbor who wants some.”

Of course, his last text to anyone was about zucchini. Jesus, she was so far out of her depth.

He was still wearing that shit-eating grin as he said, “Truth or dare, Y/n?”

And the way he said her name, all slow and sexy-like had her insides heating up. Well, maybe she made up the sexy part but he was definitely teasing her. She could just feel it.

“Truth.”

She was sure she’d regret that. Truth or dare. It didn’t matter. She was still reeling from showing him her texts.

“Was that text about me?” Shit-eating grin in place as he asked. Fucker.

Y/n’s eyes grew wide dropping her mouth open in surprise. Of course, he was going to ask that. Of course!

“Oh come on, Harry…” she pleaded.

He lifted his brows and awarded her a larger grin with those cute indents scoring into his cheeks, “Them’s the rules, baby. You chose truth and now you have to be honest.”

Clearing her throat she sat up to her bottom and leaned forward so she didn’t have to look at him as she put her head in her hands and laughed in disbelief, “Jesus. Seriously?”

“Yep. Spill. Let’s hear it.”

“Okay. Fine. Yes. It was about you.”

Keeping her eyes on her lap she waited for a smug remark. Some kind of teasing reply but it was quiet. Slowly she turned to look back at him and he was still lying on his side, head in his palm as he watched her, his eyes fixed to hers.

She shrugged, “Your turn. Truth or dare?”

Harry flattened his lips and squinted at her before cocking his head, “Hold on… Really? That was about me?”

Sighing she rolled her eyes, “Yes. Sorry. I was… it was just funny… it was me joking around with my sister is all.”

He blinked and looked down at the space between them as he nodded, “Okay. I see. So you didn’t actually mean it?”

“Well… I guess… We were joking. Obviously, nothing has to happen. I would never expect that. I…” she breathed out exasperated.

“Obviously nothing has to happen. Did you want it to happen?” His pupils were pinned to hers again.

Opening her mouth she stopped herself for a moment. She knew her answer was yes but she didn’t want to come off like a creep. She hadn’t expected it and assumed it wouldn’t. But the truth remained; she hoped it would happen.

Deflating her posture she laid back to her side to face Harry, tucking a pillow into her chest, “The truth is that I think you’re attractive and I haven’t been with anyone in kind of a long time and… she knows that, my sister. So we were just… it was lighthearted but yeah I mean… without any expectations, cause I would never… I hope you know that. But I did think it would be nice.”

“Nice. Yeah. I agree. It would be nice. And just so you know,” he swung his head to look over his shoulder before looking back at her, “I brought condoms as well. You know… just in case.”

She was a bit stunned at that. Was he…

“Dare me to kiss you,” he grinned, irises dropping to her lips for a second before looking back into her eyes.

She laughed, “That’s not how the game works. The rules are you can’t–”

“Fuck the rules. Dare me to kiss you.”

Shaking her head with a wide smile stretched across her face she felt like her skin was pricking as her heartbeat picked up. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

Looking back into his eyes she inhaled deeply, “Fine. I dare you to kiss me.”

Harry’s smirk was unreal. The way he dragged his gaze over her face and down to her mouth was almost lewd, “Didn’t need to play truth or dare to get me to kiss you, Y/n,” he scooted in, grabbing the pillow she had tucked into her chest and tossing it away before he drew a hand up to her face, “You just needed to ask.”

She held her breath as he closed in slowly until it was as if all the tension in the room had popped and fizzled when his lips met hers.

He was so soft and gentle. Lips winding easily, carefully at first. And then she parted her lips more, kissing him back and letting her mouth press into his bottom lip before their tongues were meshed.

She moved her knee out to stabilize herself and knocked over the bowl of popcorn between them. Laughing into his mouth she gasped as she parted from him but he only reached for her again, placing his palm at the back of her head to pull her mouth back against his with a grunt from his chest as he pushed the bowl away and drove his arm underneath her side to keep her from getting too far.

Harry was softly moaning as his tongue worked its way into her mouth gently. It was clear he’d wanted to kiss her. That he liked it. And that notion made her head spin combined with the feel of his thumb traveling over her jaw. There was not going to be any stopping the momentum that had begun.

Well, except for when the bowl of M&M’s poured out against her leg. She had to push at him. As much as she would have loved to have kept making out, she would not have been able to enjoy melted chocolate on her legs or the bedsheets tucked around the mattress (think of the scrubbing she’d need to do!).

“Sorry,” she panted and looked down at the smashed pieces of popcorn and the chocolate candies strewn between them, “I’ve gotta pick this up. Our body heat will melt all these and it’s gonna be a big mess.”

Harry grinned, “Why don’t we just move this party to your bed for a little bit? Clean up later? The M&M’s won’t melt if we’re not laying on them.”

She laughed, already feeling overwhelmed and overheated from the kiss and now he was suggesting taking it to her bed? This was really happening, wasn’t it? She nodded and they both moved off the sofa sleeper to their feet, Harry following behind Y/n as she led him to her bedroom.

She already had her bedside lamp on. Bed made perfectly, everything tucked in and neat.

She turned to look at him and he stepped against her, palm splaying at her low back, “I dare you to get onto your bed and take your clothes off.”

A small laugh burst from her chest, “Oh, so now we’re just doing dares?”

He nodded, “Making up our own rules for this game. S’more fun this way.”

Letting go of her he watched as she stepped backward toward her bed and began to unbutton her nightshirt until it was shed from her body before she pushed her shorts down her legs. She was left in a pretty white bralette (something soft for bedtime) that stretched around her breasts and a pair of thin cotton panties that matched. She kneed up onto her bed and let her feet dangle off the edge and pointed, “Now I dare you to take off your clothes.”

He peeled his white t-shirt off, his hair mussing in the process. She watched with her lips parted at the gorgeous man stripping before her. Not only was he built exactly like what she dreamed of (tattoos, beefy, muscular, a touch soft, very masculine) but the boner tenting his sweats was hard not to home in on.

Harry stuck his fingers into the waistband and looked up at her, “M’not wearing any underwear, so be warned…”

She swallowed as the material lowered, belly button, happy trail, a bit of dark hair and then he pulled the stretchy waistband away from his body so his cock could push free and she was already clenching at just the sight as he removed his sweatpants, cock full and heavy between his strong thighs.

Jesus Christ.

Harry stepped forward, nudging himself between her knees and she leaned back to look up at him, “I dare you to take off the rest of this. Since I’m completely naked feels only fair.”

She bit her lip and looked down at his girthy dick. He was clearly not shy of his body, standing there like that, cock right in front of her. But why should he be shy when he looked like that?

Scooting back further into the bed she got up to her knees and pulled the bralette off first, feeling the heat of his gaze on her tits as she then slid her panties down her thighs. She wasn’t nearly as confident as Harry was as she quickly pulled at her top blanket and covered herself with a small laugh.

Harry stepped forward, one knee on the mattress before climbing in next to her, nosing at her cheek softly before his lips were connected to hers again. And she melted into him just like before. His mouth was magic or something because before she realized it, he’d pulled the blankets off her body and he had a big palm sliding up her thigh and over her hip, “Don’t cover up. So pretty. Knew you would be.”

She pushed her fingers into his thick wavey hair and felt her side hit the mattress as Harry pulled at her again, mouth still smeared against hers. He grabbed at her thigh, hitching it over his hip as he tucked in closer and it was warm and she could feel it. Feel him against her hip.

His giant hand smoothed against her bottom and up her spine until he was wrapping his long fingers around the back of her neck. Y/n nudged in closer, driving her hips forward until she was practically straddling him. So Harry took that as his cue to move to his back, taking her hips in his hands so she’d follow with him.

It had caught her off guard, the sudden change in position but her lips never stopped moving with his. Their kisses were wet and she could smell their saliva, and a touch of onion even from the burgers he’d eaten.

He guided her hips down, his thick cock hot under her thigh until she felt her pussy drag against warm skin at the base of his dick. A small gasp escaped her mouth as he pulled her up, letting her pussy glide up his length, “So wet already, Y/n…”

She was. It was embarrassing. Every inch of his shaft her pussy dragged against, coated him, wetted his skin. He kept pushing and pulling at her hips, using her slippery pussy like a soft wet toy he could run up and down his length.

Then she felt his fingers move around to her backside, digits sliding against her pussy as he licked into her mouth.

Gently she rolled against him and when she moved herself further down he pushed a fingertip inside, “Go on. Fuck yourself on my finger a little bit,” he whispered against her mouth.

He was filthy. She had no idea. He’d always been so sweet at work. So polite and respectful. But here he was reaching around her ass to get a finger inside of her cunt as she rubbed her pussy over his cock.

She panted into his mouth as she slid down around his finger, her clit smushed into his dick, slippery as she rolled up and down. But then he began to assist as he added another finger and began to fuck into her pussy, letting his digits curve into her the best he could from his angle. Slushy wet, she stopped moving her hips and parted from the kiss as she looked down at him. She could tell she was gushing all over his palm and probably his dick as she moaned.

“S’that feel good. You’re gettin’ my fingers all wet like it feels good.”

Nodding she gasped, “Yeah. Feels so good…”

Harry rutted up against her, his cock still pressed into her clit, and she panted, eyes still searing into his. She didn’t want to look away. She almost couldn’t believe he was in her bed fingering her like that.

“Your turn to dare me to do something. What do you want, Y/n?”

She moaned and closed her eyes. She was certain of what she wanted as she listened to the way his fingers gushed with each plunge into her.

“Fuck… dare you to… put on a condom.”

She popped her eyes open to peer down at him as he slid his fingers out of her, wiping her arousal on her ass, “They right here?” He moved his hand toward her bedside table, a knuckle tapping at the wood.

Climbing off of him she opened the drawer, “Yeah, a whole box. Hold on…”

Reaching over to pull out the condoms she felt Harry’s hands on her hips as he moved to sit up, then his lips were on her back, dotting warm kisses to her shoulder blades as she finally plucked a condom from the fresh box.

She watched him put the condom on and as expected, it didn’t cover his entire length. He was kind of a big guy. Well, maybe there was no kind of about it. Before today she had no idea he was packing like that. Though he always did come off as very confident and sure of himself.

She bit her lip as she watched him toss the wrapper away and then he kneed up to her, arm sliding to her back and carefully lowering her to the bed before spreading her legs apart as he fit himself there, sturdy thighs pushing against her soft ones.

“Gonna tell your sister her good vibes worked?” He smirked down at her, hands scouring her hips and tummy and then kneading softly at her tits.

Y/n laughed and reached a hand down to his knee before he pulled at her, making her thighs drape over his as he inched in closer.

“Hmm?” He was awfully teasing, she thought, grinning at her waiting for an answer.

“Probably,” she spit out in a laugh.  

Harry gripped at her thighs, lifting her a bit more to fit her bum over his bent knees and she wanted to scream in embarrassment when she realized he was inspecting her sodden vulva. She’d gotten herself all tidied up for him, should anything like this happen, so at least she had that going for her.

He smoothed his thumb through her pussylips, spreading them apart, and softly blew out a breath, “That is very pretty. Think we get him in there?”

She rolled her eyes as she watched him wrap his palm around his base and lay his fat cock over her mons, the condomed-tip reaching to her belly button, maybe further past, “Well, it’s made for it, so I’m pretty sure–”

“What… your pussy’s made to fit around my cock?” A cocky dimpled smirk gave way to a laugh.

“You know what I meant. It’s meant to… like…” she breathed out a laugh.

“Oh, I know… just fucking with you, Y/n.”

He gazed at her as he reared back, painting his cockhead through her labia, up and down, a soft bump into her clit before he repeated, spreading her soft lips apart as he watched the way his crown smeared her arousal between her creases.

When she moaned and wiggled her hips he pointed himself right at her little muscle, nudging softly forward, opening it up for himself. And she felt that first push, the way his tip fit into her, spreading apart and then stretching to accommodate his circumference.

“Oh god…” she breathed as he slipped in halfway and then pulled back.

“Almost there,” he panted as he kept his eyes on where they were connected, pushing and pulling back until she was swallowing him whole, his cock enveloped in her soft, warm pussy.

When he’d buried in whole, he moaned and watched her face twist up in ecstasy. Her lips were dropped open and her neck stretched long as she grasped onto the forearm of the hand he had gripping her waist.

Slowly he began to thrust, viscous liquid seeping from her pussy and sticking to his shaft. It was filthy. She was so wet that every time he bottomed out there was a splat and a plap sounding between them.

She let out a deep moan and her lips curled up, humid breath escaping her mouth as she felt him driving into her guts. He was taking it easy. Languidly fucking into her with wet claps every time he plunged in.

When her cunt was taking him easier and she was dripping down to her ass he moved in a little harder, faster. Angling himself over her, a palm down on the mattress so he could work into her with more gusto.

“Ah! Harry…” she squeaked at the stronger thrusts and clung onto his lats. He was panting, lips parted and pink, a curl falling over his forehead as he plowed into her splooshing pussy.

“Fuck you’re wet. Pussy is gushing, Y/n…”

Her brows pushed together as she gasped, her body knocked upward every time his hips met hers making her tits bounce. Harry didn’t know where to keep his focus. He loved watching his cock disappear into her hole but he kind of liked being right over her so he could see her face crinkle up every time he bottomed out and then her pretty breasts sway up and down. Or maybe he’d like to fuck her from behind, watch her ass jiggle as he pounded into her.

“Mmm… fuck that’s big!”

Harry groaned, “Yeah? Sure know how to sweet talk a man don’t you, pretty? S’hurt?”

She watched his face, a lusty grin, droopy eyelids as he continued muscling his way in deep.

She hissed when he bucked in, as if he was showing off just how deep he could push in and she coughed out, “Mmm… a little!”

Harry was going to lose his mind with her if she kept squeaking out moans and splatting around his cock like she was but he would be a gentleman and pull back a touch. Slowing down a little he sat up and moved his hand between them, smushing his thumb into her clit, which was so sticky wet even that swished and slid under the pad of his digit.

“Yessss…” she breathed out before murmuring on about how good it felt. “Oh fuck, that’s it. Oh god… please don’t stop… Harry, fuck, yes…”

The clit. The magical little nob that worked wonders as long as the man knew where to find it. Clearly, Harry knew right where it was. Knew how to circle over it, pressing against it just right. Knew how to fuck into her as well. Sliding his length through her vaginal walls, spreading her open, and grazing against her gummy little spot on the inside that had her buzzing and liquifying for him.

He watched her whine and squirm under him, loving how she was so into it. God that was an ego boost, “Like that, Y/n? Gonna come for me? Yeah?”

Her ears were already ringing when she lost herself, gripping around him and crying out as her orgasm washed through her tummy. Harry’s cock made her feel so full, so incredibly stuffed to the brim that it weighed her down and she could hardly move as he bulldozed into her, the pad of his thick thumb smushing fast circles over her throbbing nub.

Fucking her through it he gasped at how she spasmed and milked around him, her pussy trying to siphon his come right through his condom. But Harry wouldn’t come just yet. He had something to prove. Wanted to make a show of his prowess and give her something to tell her sister about.

So when she was finally calmed and her pussy wasn’t clamping around him like a vice grip he slid his hand under her head and kissed her gently, speaking low and soft against her lips, “Gonna have you flip over, okay? Just need a little more yeah?”

When he parted from the kiss she blinked up at him, fluttering lashes and out of breath, “You didn’t come?”

He shook his head, pulling himself out, gently before he placed his hands on her hips, “Not yet. I will soon, though. M’right on the edge. Won’t take me long.”

She rolled to her side as he lifted her hips and helped her get to her tummy. She felt his hands on her ass, squeezing and rubbing each meaty globe in his big palms. Then he was straddling her thighs as he spread her gently and she felt him push his thick tip back into her pussy, sharp and hot. It was tighter, felt a lot fuller like that as he began driving in deep and then pulling out to his tip, before plowing back into the hilt.

His moans grew louder and, even he could admit, sounded quite whiny, pathetic. He was shaking as he watched his dick spread her in half, her soft ass jiggling as he smacked into her, skin patting, his cock leaking precum steadily into his condom.

He hissed when it felt too good. His balls squeezing and his fat dick throbbing inside of her. He thrusted forward, landing a palm down next to her shoulder, his chest pressed into her back as he rutted himself in, tucking his cock through her insides and puffed out a hot groan into her ear, “Fuck you feel good. Gonna make me come, baby…”

She moaned and nodded, “Come for me, Harry…”

He might have held out for another thirty seconds, possibly a minute longer but her breathy words, all sultry and pleading had him pumping into his condom in an instant. He gargled on a moan and squeezed his eyes closed as he buried in and stilled his hips, ass flexing so he could push in further if it were possible.

Y/n felt him crushing her back as he collapsed over her, panted breaths in her ear, cock still throbbing in the aftermath of his orgasm.

She didn’t mind it. Liked his weight on her like that. Enjoyed the way he seemed just as fucked out as she was. She could even feel his heart pounding in his chest against her back.

With a moan, she turned her head and nuzzled her face into her blanket with her eyes closed. She’d fall asleep that way if he couldn’t get up. It was quite warm and comforting. Like a weighted blanket draped over her body. And maybe she did doze off for a bit because when she opened her eyes she felt him moving off of her before he crashed down next to her, the springs in her mattress bouncing under him.

Pushing herself to lie on her side she ran a hand over his chest and he turned to look at her, a dopey smile on his flushed face, “So this is what happens at slumber parties, huh? I’ve really missed out all these years.”

She giggled and nodded into her pillow, “Yep. They’re just like big orgies really. Normally there are more than just two people. It’s how I lost my virginity.”

Harry sputtered a laugh, “Really?��

Y/n couldn’t help but to cackle loudly and roll to her back, the biggest grin on her face, “No, silly. I was teasing.”

He slid a hand over her tummy, “So this isn’t what happens at slumber parties, then?” She could hear the cheeky smile in his voice.

She turned her head to look at him, “Well, not usually. But I think we made our own rules for this one today.”

“Yeah? Well, I have to give it to you. You throw a hell of a party. I’m certain this is gonna go down as the best sleepover in history.”

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[littlegochu]

could you plz do a personal trainer taehyung one shot (considering he’s all buffed out rn). imagine he’s your gym crush and you finally get around to asking for pointers and there’s juicy tension

gym crush │ kth 18+

pairing: kim taehyung x reader

genre: gym crush au, fluff, strangers to flirty friends, slice of life

rating: 18+ (explicit content — sexual themes)

synopsis: kim taehyung—known for his silence, his sculpted arms, and the fact that no one’s ever gotten close enough to say more than two words to him.

until me.

i wasn’t trying to get his attention. i was trying not to drop my weights or accidentally pass out mid-squat. but for some reason, he noticed me. corrected my form. watched me like he meant to.

now we train together. he doesn’t talk much. doesn’t flirt. doesn’t even smile unless he’s mid-set and i say something sarcastic. but he’s close. too close. and every glance feels like it means something i’m not ready to admit.

they say he doesn’t get attached. but his hands linger. his eyes stay.

-

set 1: the myth

every girl on campus has a kim taehyung story.

not like real stories. not like “i hooked up with him” or “we matched on tinder.” more like “i saw him bench press 180 with one hand.” or “he looked at me once in the mirror and i haven’t known peace since.”

he’s quiet. never with a group. never at parties. he’s in third-year psych like me, but i’ve never seen him in class. only ever here—shirtless in the weight room, hair pushed back with a bandana, jawline sharp enough to make you rethink every decision you've ever made.

girls flirt with him. he never flirts back. guys nod at him. he never nods back. he’s polite, but distant. beautiful, but untouchable. the kind of boy who could ruin you with a glance and walk away without ever noticing.

i don’t stare. not really. just... occasionally. softly. from a safe distance.

because everyone stares. but he’s never stared back. not until today.

set 2: eyes

i’m squatting in front of the mirror. deep into my fourth rep, knees burning, headphones loud enough to drown out my inner monologue.

and i feel it.

the burn? yes. but also him.

i glance up.

he’s looking straight at me. arms crossed. leaning against the cable machine like he’s sculpted out of shadow and sunlight. his mouth is set. eyes dark. completely unreadable.

i falter.

he doesn’t look away.

i blink. look back down. try to pretend my heart isn’t sprinting faster than my max on the treadmill.

when i sneak another look up—he’s gone.

set 3: "you done w that machine?"

“you done using the machine?”

i look up. he’s standing right there. taller than i remember. realer. sweat still clinging to the edges of his collarbones like it lives there on purpose.

my brain flatlines for a second. he’s talking to me.

i blink once. maybe twice. “uh—yeah. yeah, sorry. go ahead.”

he doesn’t move. doesn’t sit down. just lets his gaze sweep over the machine, then back to me. “you train here often?”

i blink again. was that a line?

“…sometimes,” i say slowly. “you?”

his mouth twitches like it wants to smile, but he doesn’t let it. “haven’t seen you before.”

my heart stumbles. “i come at different times.”

he nods. “maybe that’s why.”

i shift to the side, still unsure if this is small talk or some kind of interrogation. he’s just standing there. not using the machine. not looking away.

and then he adds, voice low, “your form was good.”

i laugh, mostly out of nerves. “what, you check everyone's form or just mine?”

he shrugs, but his eyes stay on me. “just yours.”

my lungs give out for a second. and before i can even think of a comeback— he walks off.

set 4: tension

he doesn’t speak to me again. not right away. but he’s near.

too near.

next to me at the squat rack. behind me during rows. his sets always line up with mine now, like we orbit the same routine.

i catch him watching me in the mirror once. not for long. just long enough to notice. and when i look back—he doesn’t flinch. doesn’t pretend.

he just keeps watching.

set 5: the touch

it’s small. innocent, probably.

i drop my towel. reach to grab it. his hand gets there first.

he holds it out to me, gaze steady.

i mutter, “thanks.”

our fingers brush when i take it. not on purpose. not quite accidental either. his hand is warm. bigger than i thought. veins sharp against his wrist.

he watches me too closely as i wrap the towel over my shoulder.

"careful," he says, like it's an afterthought. but his voice is low. almost amused.

“for what?”

he lifts a brow. “getting used to me.”

and then—again—he walks away.

set 6: the offer

“train with me.”

i don’t turn right away. i need to breathe. he doesn’t sound like he’s joking. he never sounds like he’s joking.

when i glance over, he’s already setting up weights beside mine. like it’s not a question. like he already knows i’ll say yes.

“why?”

“you don’t talk too much.” he shrugs. “i like that.”

i snort. “so this is...a compliment?”

his mouth quirks. not a smile, but close. “don’t get cocky.”

i shake my head. laugh quietly to myself.

but when he hands me a heavier dumbbell than usual, i take it. no questions. no hesitation.

because of course i do. it’s him.

set 7: sweat

“lower,” he says quietly, voice right behind me.

i’m already sweating. not from the bar on my back—but because i can feel him. his hands hovering near my waist. not touching. not quite. but there.

his voice is low. his breath hits the back of my neck every time i exhale. i drop into the squat, eyes forward, jaw tight.

“don’t rush the rep,” he murmurs. “feel the bottom. hold it. then drive.”

it’s a normal cue. basic. but when he says it, it feels like something else entirely.

feel the bottom. hold it. drive.

my fingers tighten on the bar.

i push up. steady. not smooth.

“good,” he says, and i hear the smirk behind the word.

i rack the bar. turn around. he’s too close.

his eyes flicker across my face like he’s checking for something. i don’t know what. but it makes me stand up straighter.

“you okay?” he asks, voice still quiet. almost like he doesn’t want anyone else to hear us.

i nod. “just hot.”

he looks me over—slow. his eyes trail from the sweat clinging to my collarbone down to my waistband, where my tank top has started riding up slightly, exposing the faint line of my hip.

his tongue swipes across his bottom lip.

“yeah,” he says, but it’s not really an answer. just something to fill the silence.

next, we do hip thrusts.

my mistake.

i set the barbell over my hips, settling back on the bench.

he stands behind me. like usual. spotting. watching.

but there’s nothing normal about the way he’s looking at me now. his eyes are lower. darker. waiting.

“go heavier,” he says.

i shoot him a look. “you sure?”

he nods once. “you can handle it.”

i hate how that sentence makes my stomach turn.

i load the weight. start the first rep. my hips rise, slow, steady. the metal bar presses tight against me. my breathing gets shallow.

“keep your knees out,” he murmurs.

i adjust, legs trembling slightly.

“slower at the top,” he says. “don’t rush the squeeze.”

i swear to god, he’s doing this on purpose.

i grind through another rep, jaw locked. his eyes don’t leave my hips.

the bar moves. my body rises. his voice stays calm. smooth.

“you’re shaking,” he notes.

“i’m fine.”

“didn’t say you weren’t.”

our eyes meet.

i don’t blink. neither does he. his gaze drops again—barely noticeable. but enough.

the bar hits the floor. my set’s done. but i feel like i just ran a mile with his hand pressed low on my back.

last are deadlifts.

we load the bar together. his fingers brush mine on the last plate. i pretend i don’t notice. he pretends he didn’t mean to.

but we both know.

i line up. feet grounded. hands set.

he crouches beside me, one arm resting on his knee. his head tips slightly, eyes dragging over the length of my spine.

“don’t look up when you pull,” he says. “keep your neck neutral.”

i nod, swallowing hard.

his eyes don’t move. he stays low as i wrap my fingers around the bar. my body lifts—slow. steady.

his gaze trails up, following the pull.

when i lock out at the top, he says nothing. just stares. mouth parted.

“what?” i ask, breathless.

“nothing,” he says. voice rough now. unsteady. “just… you’re strong.”

my heart stumbles.

“you’ve said that before.”

“yeah,” he murmurs, standing up slowly. “but i mean it more now.”

he’s looking at me like he wants to say something else. but doesn’t.

and i’m standing there, heart racing, sweat sticking to my skin in all the wrong places, still holding onto the bar like it’s the only thing keeping me grounded.

we don’t say anything else.

but it’s loud. so loud between us.

set 8: the ride

“you walking?” he asks, voice low like always.

i’m standing by the water fountain, drenched in sweat, hoodie half-zipped, the hem of my tank top clinging to my skin. my legs feel like they’ve been rung out. my brain’s even worse.

i glance at him. taehyung’s already holding his keys.

“bus,” i say.

he doesn’t like that.

his brow twitches. “alone?”

i nod once.

he stares at me for a beat too long, then tilts his head and murmurs, “i’ll drive you.”

not a question. not even an offer. more like a decision he’s already made.

i should say no. i don’t.

“…yeah. okay.”

-

his car is clean. black leather. smells like cedar and something else—his cologne, maybe. sharp and familiar from how many times he’s spotted me from behind, breath brushing my neck.

he drives with one hand on the wheel. the other rests casually on the console between us, fingers relaxed, dangerous, close.

the silence isn’t awkward. it’s worse. it’s thick.

he doesn’t turn on the music. doesn’t ask where i live. he already knows.

we hit a red light.

i glance at him. he’s leaning back, eyes on the intersection ahead like it’s done something wrong.

“you always this helpful?” i ask, my voice thinner than i meant it to be.

he doesn’t look over.

“only for you.”

my stomach tightens.

“why me?” i ask, softer.

that gets his attention.

he glances sideways, then drags his eyes back to the road.

“you don’t talk just to talk,” he says. “you actually work for your reps. you look at me like you’re not scared.”

“you get close a lot,” i say under my breath.

“you don’t stop me.”

we pull into my building. he doesn’t park. just idles under the streetlight, thumb tapping the steering wheel like it’s the only thing keeping him from saying something reckless.

my seatbelt clicks free. my hand is already on the door.

“wait.”

i pause. his voice is quiet, but not soft. it lands in the space between my ribs and stays there.

i turn to him.

he’s already looking at me.

and for once, he’s not unreadable.

there’s something in his eyes i’ve never seen before. something raw. tight. like the leash he keeps everything on has been fraying this whole time, and i’m the last thread.

“don’t go in yet.”

my pulse skips. i don’t ask why. i just nod.

he doesn’t move at first. doesn’t reach for me. just stares, jaw tense, like he’s trying to decide if touching me now will ruin whatever careful thing we’ve built.

so i reach first.

my hand slides over his. his breath catches.

his fingers wrap around mine, slow, deliberate.

“i wasn’t planning this,” he says quietly.

“i know.”

his other hand lifts—to my thigh, not far from the hem of my shorts. his thumb presses lightly into my skin. not teasing. not demanding. just there.

“you want me to stop?”

my voice barely comes out. “no.”

he leans in.

not fast. not messy. his lips brush mine like he’s waiting for permission—like he wants to be sure this is something we both walk into, not fall.

i close the distance.

his mouth parts. and then it’s heat. tongue. the sigh that leaves him when i climb across the console into his lap like it’s always been mine.

his hands slide up my thighs, slow and steady.

not greedy. not possessive. hungry.

i straddle him fully. my knees wedge on either side of his hips. he lets out a breath against my mouth like he’s been holding it all night.

“fuck,” he whispers. “you feel so good already.”

i kiss him harder. his hands move under my hoodie, palms dragging along my waist, my ribs. he pushes it up, and i lift my arms to help.

he leans back and looks at me—really looks. i’m in my sports bra. flushed. breathing too hard.

he exhales like he’s looking at something he’s not sure he deserves to touch.

“pretty,” he murmurs. “fuck.”

he lifts the hem of the bra and slides it up. i let him. his eyes darken when i’m bare in front of him, nipples tight from the cold and the attention and the way he’s looking at me like he’s ready to kneel for a taste.

he doesn’t go straight for it. instead, he cups one breast with his hand, thumbing over the center until i shiver.

“look at you,” he murmurs. “you’ve been letting me spot you in this. teasing me.”

“i wasn’t—”

he presses his lips to my chest, right over my heartbeat. then higher. then around my nipple, mouth slow and open and warm.

my head falls back. “taehyung—”

he groans into my skin.

“say my name like that again and i won’t last.”

his hand moves down my back, finds the curve of my ass and grabs it—not hard, just enough to pull me against the thick pressure straining beneath me.

“fuck—” i gasp.

he smiles against my chest.

“that’s right. feel what you do to me.”

i grind once—instinctive, desperate. he sucks in a sharp breath, hands digging in harder.

“god, i’ve been patient,” he mutters. “every time you bent over in front of me, every time you looked at me like you didn’t know what you were doing.”

i meet his eyes. “maybe i did.”

his laugh is low. ragged.

“then you’re mean.”

“you like that.”

his eyes narrow. “too much.”

he grabs the waistband of my shorts and tugs them down my thighs. i lift myself to help, watching his face the whole time. he looks dazed. starved.

“you’re so wet already,” he says, voice rough. “fuck.”

his fingers slide between my thighs and pause at my center.

“can i?”

i nod. “please.”

and when he finally touches me—skin to skin—i feel his whole body jolt beneath me.

his fingers slide through the slickness, slow at first, then with more purpose, more pressure, more intent.

he’s breathing heavy now, jaw clenched, thumb brushing my clit with every pass.

“you’re perfect like this,” he whispers. “so responsive. so fucking soft.”

i moan when he adds a finger. then another.

his lips crush against mine as he fucks me slow and deep with his hand, until i’m trembling in his lap, forehead pressed to his.

i’m close. and he knows it.

“come for me,” he says. “i’ve got you.”

my nails dig into his shoulders. my body shakes. and when it happens, it crashes through me hard enough that i forget where i am. his name slips out of my mouth like a prayer.

he holds me through it, kisses me like he means it.

and when i start to settle, chest heaving, sweat cooling on my skin— he leans in, presses our foreheads together again, and says, barely audible:

“i don’t want this to end here.”

i nod, voice gone. “it won’t.”

he lifts me, shifts his seat back. unzips his sweats, pulls himself free—and i see how much he’s been holding back.

i sink down slowly.

he doesn’t rush. doesn’t push.

he just holds me, hands on my hips, forehead still against mine, letting me take him inch by inch until i’m full—aching. trembling.

“look at me,” he whispers.

i do.

his eyes are blown wide. desperate. soft.

“you feel like heaven,” he says. “and i’m not letting this be a one-time thing.”

“good,” i manage to whisper, right before he thrusts.

and then there’s no more talking. just skin, sweat, rhythm. just two people in the dark, holding onto something that feels like everything.

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fucking your ex boyfriend in the bathroom of a party.

☆ multiple x f!reader ☆

cw: smut, mirror sex, public sex, rough sex, hate sex (sort of), tension, alcohol, oral f! receiving, v fingering, spanking, pet names, praise, sex with feelings, unprotected sex

you don’t know how your bestfriend managed to rope you into coming to this party, all you did know is you wanted to get plastered while she found someone to hook up with.

you held onto her for dear life as you made your way through groups of people. mostly strangers, but you saw some familiar faces. you started to feel a bit nervous when you noticed some eyes roaming your outfit. maybe you should’ve worn a longer skirt…

your bestfriend’s eyes immediately spotted a pretty girl across the room, she gives you an apologetic smile. you roll your eyes.

“just go” you sigh. at least someone would be getting some action tonight. you make your way to the kitchen where there were bottles apon bottles layed out on the counter. you grab one of the disposable cups, pouring yourself a mixed drink before downing it. the liquor bringing a comforting burn down your throat.

suddenly, you felt a cold chill in the room. you look around, there were no windows or doors open. until finally, your eyes immediately draw to a pair of familiar ones. oh great, he’s walking over. you turn around, pretending you didn’t notice him, hoping he’ll walk past you.

“oh, c’mon. acting like you didn’t see me?” he leans against the counter next to you, a drink in his own hand. fuck, he still wore the same cologne. the smell almost made you dizzy. he was wearing an unfamiliar jacket, it looked new.

his name rolls off your tounge in a harsh greeting, taking another swig of your drink. he gives a lopsided smile. “still mad at me, pretty?” he takes your empty cup, refilling it for you the way he knew you always liked it. you give him a glare. he puts his arms up in defense. his body looked bigger, more defined. he was clearly working out more since you two broke up.

you snatched your cup back. if you were going to be forced into this conversation, you might as well be drunk.

“why are you here?” you ask, your eyes never leaving his own. he was drawing you in without even trying.

“i was invited. why are you here?” he pokes your shoulder with his pointer finger.

you just point to your best friend across the room, who was now making out with the cute girl from earlier. he huffs out a small chuckle. “that girl never rests, does she.” he comments. you just shake your head, “no she does not.” you sigh, another swig.

his eyes go back to you. more specifically, your outfit. you had a new top on, he’d never seen it before. he’d have remembered seeing such a pretty shirt on you before. and of course, you wore your favorite mini skirt. the one he always loved you wearing.

“this is cute, wear this for me hmm?” he smirks, his fingers playing with the bottom hem of the skirt. you swat his hand. he was the one who bought it for you. almost fucking you in the dressing room when you tried it on after doing a little spin for him.

“no… i just had nothing else to wear.” your face flushes. you didn’t know if it was from the alcohol or from the fact you were both thinking about the times you’d sit on his lap in this skirt, panties off while you bounced on his cock.

god, he loved that skirt.

you could feel yourself clench around nothing just thinking about it. he gets a little closer when he notices your flushed state, his fingers drumming against the table filled with alcohol. his damned fingers that knew every part of your body.

ok, you were definitely a little drunk, or maybe you were just stupid.

your back slams against the door of the bathroom, the blasting music muffled from the small enclosed room.

your lips met in a hungry, bruising kiss, tongues fighting for dominance. his large hands gripped your waist, your head forced against the wood. he moves one of his hands to shove between your thighs under your skirt, his fingers digging into your panties, making you whine into his mouth when he pinches your clit.

“fuck, this wet already? missed me that much, sweetheart?” he mumbles into your mouth, pulling away to pull the flimsy fabric down your legs with his free hand. of course you wore your favorite panties, the ones he bought especially for you. the sight made him groan.

“i’m not your-“

“i wasn’t talking to you.” he stares directly at your slick pussy. great, now he was talking straight to your cunt.

you look at him with glossy eyes as he kneels down, kissing down your thighs. you hook your fingers into the waistband of your skirt, but he gives your thigh a slap. “keep it on. i wanna see you get fucked in this pretty little skirt again.” he practically growls as he gives your thighs a few more kisses and bites, marking you up.

“want everyone to see you still belong to me.” he sucks marks into your upper thighs, placing a few where your little skirt couldn’t cover.

you mewl his name when his tounge delves into your sopping pussy, his fingers pulling your folds apart to get more access. your hands grip his hair for some stability as he laps you, his tounge switching from flicking your sensitive clit to prodding at your tight hole.

he replaces his mouth with his fingers, pumping two into your cunt as he suctions his lips onto your bud, making you bite your lip to prevent yourself from screaming out, almost drawing blood.

“fuckk!” his long fingers hit deep inside of you, his digits shifting between thrusts and curling inside. your legs shook, hands gripping his hair for dear life. giving him a particularly hard tug, he groans into your cunt, the vibrations making you let out a moan.

the mixture of stimulations had you on the edge, he knew you were about to cum.

time almost seems to slow as he feels you clench around his fingers, your eyes flutter shut, gripping his hair for dear life as pools of fire seep low in your abdomen. his fingers continue to pump into you as you cum, wetness dripping down his chin and wrist.

it was probably obvious you hadn’t fucked anyone since you two broke up the way your pussy responded so well to him.

still, he doesn’t pull away, addicted to the taste of you. he was completely lost in your cunt until you pushed at his head, whining his name. he reluctantly pulls away, giving your cute clit a few more kisses before parting.

you both pant, his face glistening in your slick. you almost moan at the sight.

“you taste even better than i remember, baby.” his hands sooth down your thighs.

“don’t call me that.” you heavily breathe. he just chuckles, standing up. his firm hands grab your ass, giving it a firm smack, making you yelp.

“face the mirror. wanna watch you take my dick.” he pats your hip, encouraging you. you obligated, finally seeing yourself in the mirror. your lip gloss was completely smeared, making you pout a little. until your ex boyfriend comes up behind you, his hard on pressing against your ass. his hand wrapped around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder as your eyes meet in the reflection.

his other hand reaches to wipe the smeared lip gloss, cleaning it up for you. his fingers tap your lips impatiently, seeking enterence. your eyes never broke contact. you open your pretty little mouth, his two fingers sliding in. you groaned as you tasted yourself on them. he grinded himself against your rear, hiking your skirt above your hips.

“gonna let me fuck this messy pussy?” his fingers enter deeper into your mouth, almost making you choke. you nod, swirling your tounge around his digets.

“mhmph” you mumble around them.

“gotta tell me how much you missed me first.” he teases, removing his fingers to slowly undo the button of his pants. you roll your eyes.

“just fuck me-“

smack

your ass stings, you were sure there was gonna be a red mark the size of his hand. you whimper.

“what was that, pretty? use your words.” he purred into your ear, biting your earlobe gently, nibbling marks down your sensitive neck.

“fuck, i missed you so much, i need your cock so bad-“ you whine his name. “-i touch myself thinking about it- but nothing is as good as you.” you shamelessly confess, a smirk growing on his smug fucking face.

“good fucking girl.” he growls, taking his raging cock out from his briefs, his hand pressing down on your back so you bend over the sink to give him easier access.

you mewled as his leaking tip pokes through your enterence.

he slowly sheathes himself in, savoring the feeling of your hot walls contracting needfully around his cock. “god, it’s been so fucking long. it’s like she’s sucking me in.”

your fingers gripped the counter in front of you, your eyes focusing on his own. the way his face scrunched once he was burried balls deep inside of you. his deep breaths, the way his hair slightly stuck to his forehead from how much he was sweating.

you’re about to speak, but your words turn into moans of his name as he thrusts in and out of you, his hips slapping against your ass. your head rolls down to rest against your arms on the counter, but he doesn’t allow that.

his hand that isn’t wrapped around your waist goes to grip your throat, pulling you back against his chest.

“watch yourself get fucked by your future husband.” he grunts, his thighs burning from all the rutting, but he’d feel that pain forever if it meant he could be able to fuck you like this again.

you watch as your tits bounce through your shirt in the mirror, drool threatening to spill from the corner of your mouth. the mirror was big enough that you could see his dick pumping into you. obscenely wet sounds coming from where you two meet.

“o-oh fuck, feels s’good, don’t stop!” you moan out, staring at him in the reflection. he was so focused on the way you felt around him, he had almost forgotten you two broke up.

“oh god, baby. i fuckin' love you, need your pussy every day, can’t live without it.” he bites your shoulder, hard, making you groan. his hand moving from your throat to grope your tits through your top. his hips only slapped into you harder and harder, your vision going blurry when the head of his cock hits your soft spot. you let out chants of his name, your arms reaching back to grip his hair to bring him impossibly closer.

you stared at yourself in the mirror. the way he slid in and out of you with ease made you squeeze around him, prompting a groan from him. your hair was out of place from his rough treatment, marks down your neck and thighs. you couldn’t even think about having to explain this to your friends later.

“squeezing me so good. so perfect for me. gonna let me fill you up, hmm? walk around with my cum dripping out of you, let everyone know you’re fucking mine.” he thrusts with a bruising pace, your whole body rocking with the rolls of his hips.

“p-please yes! need it so bad!” your mind starts to blank, the only thing you could think about was the way he was pulsing inside of you, threatening to spill at any minute.

“touch yourself, baby.” he pants, his thrusts getting sloppier. he was so close, but there was no way he was going to cum before you. you nod, bringing a shaky hand to your ruined pussy, rubbing and pinching your clit the way you liked it. your mouth fell open at the overwhelming pleasure taking over.

“m’gonna cumm!” you whine until the only thing you can say is his name, over and over. just how he always loved it. he whispers dirty praises into your ear, talking you off the ledge. you force your eyes to stay on his own in the mirror. you hated how fucking hot he was.

waves of intense heated pleasure start to roll over you, moaning as your vision gets blurry with tears of ecstasy. “s’good!” you scream, tightening around him, making it hard for him to move. he curses as you grip his cock so tightly, milking him so hard he cums inside of you.

you pant as his thrusts get lazy and eventually slow to a halt. he didn’t want to pull out, but he knew he couldn’t just stay in here with you forever, no matter how much he wanted to.

he pulls out hesitantly, the mixture of your release dripping out of you making him let out a harsh breath.

you finally come down from your orgasm, completely fucked out. oh how much you missed his cock. and him too you guess.

he turns you around, giving your cheeks kisses before enveloping his mouth with your own. your tounges gently roll over eachothers, contrasting in comparison to how he was just fucking your brains out.

your phone lights up on the counter with a text from your bestfriend. you squint, reading the message.

‘bitch i’m leaving. don’t think i didn’t see you guys btw -_-‘

he wraps his arms around your middle, seeing the message.

“gonna come home with me?” he leaves even more love bites down your neck, making you sigh.

“…yea”

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[midnite-c6]

listen…

Thanos being completely shocked at the fact that namgyu is dating someone who’s the complete opposite of them both, sure thanos has heard namgyu muttering under his breath that he needs to get back home to his girl but he just assumed you were gonna be completely like them. But seeing you smiling all so nicely at him whilst namgyu introduced him to you, no wonder namgyu wanted to get back quickly

HEHE its like my choi su bong x namgyusgf reader one oops + this one finally leaving the drafts 😭 lowkey sweet thanos but cheating nonetheless

choi su-bong x namgyusinnocentgf!reader warnings: 18+, dubcon, dark content, cheating, oral (m receiving), bimbo reader?, HEAVY corruption kink, no proofread

つ⁠｡⁠☆ rappers, money, clubs, drugs, strippers, sex. that's all that thanos thought of when he thinks of his best-friend's "girlfriend". someone who takes the same aura as nam-gyu, a person who is quite literally mentally deranged, it even freaks him out sometimes.

but when he stands infront of nam-gyu's doorstep and looks down to see your innocent, pure face, one that would never inhale a cigarette, or step foot an inch in a kind of guy like nam-gyu or his's way, he's shocked, baffled, for sure. "tsk, doll, where's nam-gyu?" you hummed, giving him a warm smile as a welcome, "he's not here right now, still working at the club, i'm sure you're thanos right?" he'd stare, awe-struck, still in disbelief. "and your...?" "his girlfriend." you tilt your head to the side, why else would you be answering nam-gyu's front door? "right. can i come in, pretty?" you'd move to the side, inviting him in. "...are you sure? you sure you're his girlfriend? nam-gyu?" "yes?"

he huffs as he walks inside. "do you even know half the things he does?" the man flops onto the couch, closing his eyes, like he owns the place. "what do you mean...? he's just a normal guy..?" he bursts into laughter, really? normal? "that guy's a jerk." what a compliment to his best friend. "a dirty jerk." he'd open his eyes to see, poor you, looking down at him, so confused and lost, like what would he mean by that? it only gets him fucking hot, i mean your dumb little face needs to be fucked, desperately. "don't look at me like that. have you ever smoked a line before?" you were getting concerned by the second, maybe you invited the wrong guy? "uhm... i think you should leave.." he scoffs, "answer the question." in an attempt to be smart, you'd try to get your phone that was conveniently placed on the couch, his hand would stop you though, getting to your phone first. "h-hey-!" he shrugs you off, "i can't tell if this is all an act or not." he continues to eye you down, does nam-gyu do this to you too? toy with you?

"are you seriously that naive to think he's a nice guy? man... he must be such a good liar." "what are you on about-" he places a hand on your lips, shutting you up. "or are you just that fucking into this?" you pout, feeling helpless to defend yourself..

"you like to act all innocent to rile men up, hmm?" you shake your head in response, "i have to admit, i'm jealous, angel, he gets all this good-stuff, untouched, virgin-like, girl to himself!" he spits out, taking his hand off your mouth. "but i swear- i'm waitin' til i'm married." what? fucking why would you be dating his buddy then? he's fucking girls left and right, he doesn't even have money for a lousy ring. "you think that guy would marry you?" you nod. "hope so." he'd only laugh at the thought to himself, pausing for a moment to sigh and a convenient time to obtain an idea...

"don't you not wanna dissapoint him?" you're already too annoyed at this guy, asking questions left and right. "like... what if you guys do wait for marriage, and you just wont fuck right?" "but we lov-" he'd shut you up again, with his pointer fingers, shushing you. "yeah, love, whatever... but that man's got some high as hell standards... " leaning in to whisper in your ear, "what if he falls out of love immediately when you can't suck his dick right, or you can't fuck him since you're too tight? tight is bad, you know." he's loving every bit of this, loves how you practically flinch whenever he says those explicit words, where you suddenly get worried about something that you weren't supposed to be worried about, definitely not your pretty little head.

"really?" tilting your head to the side, face painted in real concern.

"really."

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nam-gyu hated virgins, he said. nam-gyu hates inexperience, he said. so why did thanos absolutely loved how you were already squirming when he's only palming your clothed virgin pussy? "chillax." but you couldn't, not when the last place you would ever think about touching was being touched by the purple-haired weirdo you so easily invited on his lap. it felt tingly, it felt unfamiliar, it also felt wrong. "startin' to think your just any neighborhood slut, gettin' guys to think you're all pure n' innocent..." he'd whisper, knowing that you're too pretty and pure to be hearing the filth that comes out of his mouth... "is that true, sweetheart?" you could feel his warm breath, shaking your head to his dumb questions, yet you're none the wiser to not take his advice. as he pushes your white satin panties to the side, fingers gliding onto your folds, you'd let out a sweet, sweet, moan, right into his ear. "you're into men who looks like they'd ruin your life, huh?" it felt real nice until a wandering finger would shove right past your hole, "you don't even know my name.." the action made a painful squeak come out of you, "m'don't w-want it, anymore!" "you don't want to impress nam-gyu?"

soon enough, you're cumming, legs shaking, just by a finger! "u-uhm -! is.. is that good..?" looking down on your lap, "what's good, doll...?" "the white stuff." fuck. did you even know you could cum? he was truly a bastard to be fucking you and it made his cock twitch... ache . "yeah. but, it won't wow him that much." what! you'd went through all that, and it didn't even matter?! (he only wanted to see what a virgin's pussy would look like anyway, he wasn't disappointed.)

you furrow your brows. "then... what?" lifting off his lap, looking at him straight in the eye. his calloused thumb would meet your lower lip, roughly pressing onto it for your mouth to be agape. "need ta' train your throat, yeah?" like he was a professional, he pushes you down to the smooth white tiles of the floor, earning a grunt from you. he'd unzip his pants, no boxers or briefs (slut), purple mixed with black pubes, you're wide-eyed stare at his cock, like you'd never seen it before, made it harder. "not goin' gentle on ya now." the only warning he'd give before he'd tug your hair to fully take his dick in, of course you gag, but he wouldn't give you the mercy of pulling away, instead his hand tugs harder, making you stay in your place, you'd open your eyes as to plead with it, earning a guttural moan at the man, "shit. now suck, and no teeth." pulling your head back n' forth, he smelt of musk and sweat, it wasn't enough to not distract you from how you were choking on his length, practically pushing him away. he gives in, letting you breath for a second. "come on, you haven't even made me cum yet, dumbass, you've got no rhythm, but that's another lesson..." a few seconds, he gives, "l-let me jus-" he shoves himself again, but you'd be trained from the first thrust. "fuck, you're so pretty." as he looks down, spitting on your face to see it drip down, you hated yet loved every bit of it... maybe you were a slut afterall. maybe he was right.

his pace was slowing down, all messy, sloppy, "gonna shoot... shoot my load into you, right...now..." he controlled the pace but it was you, your cute self, and your throat that was making him feel so .. excited. when he finally pulls out, pumping his dick a few times, then "that's good. when he cums you did good." yay. you did good :) the white stuff *did* taste a bit nice, yet bitter. seeing you smile because of what you did for the first time made him want to fuck that smile out of you. when you're purely ruined for anyone else. but that'll wait for other lessons, he was nice, for now.

of course, he'd save the best for last, to feel your tight pussy clenching on his dick, but to his demise, he'd hear a knock on the door, and smell the essence of weed, smoke, and drugs. nam-gyu's home! what would he feel when he sees his bestfriend's cum all over your face?

forgot i had this in my drafts. kinda ass tbh 😭😁, mayhaps my last squid game fic until squid game s3 comes out, been into other things lately (challengers)😕😞

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Title: In the Paint, On Her Knees

Pairing: Paige bueckers x Azzi fudd

Warnings: Explicit sapphic content (18+), spit kink, fingering, semi-public setting (locker room), teasing, dom!Azzi, sub!Paige, excessive flirting, public embarrassment (loving), mild praise/degradation, filthy locker room smut, banter, dirty talk, confessions, years of pining, Azzi snapping (finally), james and lily potter type of love 🙂‍↔️

Summary:

For three years, Paige has been the campus gay disaster — loudly and publicly asking Azzi out mid-basketball practice, in group chats, and once via megaphone. Azzi’s always brushed her off… until one day, in the middle of a sweaty one-on-one match, Azzi snaps. Turns out, she’s been waiting just as long — and she takes control

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Three Years of Chaos

Paige had never been subtle. Not about anything, really, but especially not about Azzi.

It started freshman year — Paige, standing center court during basketball practice, waving a bright pink poster that read “Azzi, go on a date with me!” in marker so thick it bled through the posterboard. The whole team stared, some snickering, others just blinking in disbelief. Azzi rolled her eyes, but Paige caught the barest hint of a smile.

Next came the group chats — constant, relentless. “Hey Azzi, I bet you’d lose a game against me if we played for a date,” Paige typed, followed by a slew of emojis ranging from basketballs to winks to hearts. Azzi ignored the message but always read them, lurking silently as Paige’s notifications kept pinging like clockwork every afternoon.

Then, there was the infamous megaphone incident. Right before the final four game , Paige had smuggled a megaphone into the gym and shouted, “Azzi, date me or I’ll never pass your locker again!” Geno nearly had a stroke, and Azzi’s glare could have stopped a freight train. But again, Paige saw that flash of something—amusement? Fondness? She wasn’t sure, but it fueled her fire.

Despite the public embarrassment and the endless teasing, Azzi never outright said no. She brushed Paige off with quick retorts, sarcasm, and a wall of cool detachment. But Paige had noticed the way Azzi’s eyes lingered a little too long, or how her smirk softened when Paige caught her watching.

Years of flirting, of daring and denying, led to countless locker room exchanges filled with sharp wit and sharper glances.

“Still pining for me, bueckers?” Azzi teased once after practice, tossing Paige a towel.

“Maybe,” Paige grinned back. “But you make it so hard to give up.”

Azzi’s smile faded just for a moment—enough for Paige to catch the secret behind the teasing. Azzi wasn’t indifferent. She was just waiting. Waiting for Paige to push harder, to finally break through.

And now, standing face to face in the sweaty heat of a one-on-one match, Paige could see it in Azzi’s eyes—something different. Something ready to snap.

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2 weeks later, Practice, 3:42 PM

“Hey Az!” Paige yelled from across the court, breathless and already a little pink from their scrimmage. “Will you go out with me yet?”

Azzi didn’t even look up as she pivoted, dribbled, and sank a clean shot. “Still no.”

“Okay, cool, cool.” Paige pretended to write something down on her arm with her finger. “Just crossing off Thursday’s rejection. Only two more to fill out this week before I hit my quota.”

From the bleachers, one of their teammates yelled, “Paige, take the L!”

“Never!” Paige called back. “I never lose”

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One-on-One, 4:10 PM

It was just them now. Practice had ended, the others long gone. Paige had stayed behind to “get extra shots in,” which really meant “get extra Azzi time.”

Azzi was sweaty. Sharp. Deadly focused. And unfairly hot.

Paige was already halfway to combusting and trying not to let it show.

They played in silence for a few minutes — until Azzi faked left, spun around her, and sank a three-pointer like it was nothing.

Paige collapsed onto the court in melodramatic agony. “I’d let you break my ankles and my heart.”

Azzi, catching the ball on the rebound, raised a brow. “Are you ever not flirting?”

“Only when I’m unconscious.”

She stood, winded but grinning. “Be honest. You like it.”

Azzi hesitated. Just for a second.

And then: “Locker room. Five minutes.”

Paige blinked.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Wait, seriously? No trick? No fake-out?”

Azzi stepped closer, dropped the ball with a heavy thud. “You’ve been running your mouth for three years, Paige. Time to see if you can do something useful with it.”

Paige’s jaw dropped. “Oh my God.”

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Locker Room, 4:18 PM

It smelled like floor cleaner, deodorant, and victory. Paige was still catching up — mentally and physically — when Azzi pressed her back against the lockers and kissed her like she was trying to erase all those years of denial in one go.

It was hot. Messy. Urgent. Azzi’s thigh pressed between Paige’s legs, and Paige moaned before she could even think.

“Wow,” Paige gasped. “You kiss like you’ve been mad at me this whole time.”

“I have been,” Azzi growled. “You’ve been infuriating. You and your stupid jokes. Your ridiculous posters.”

“The megaphone was iconic,” Paige wheezed. “People still talk about it—”

Azzi shut her up with another kiss. This time, her hand slid under Paige’s jersey, cupping a breast, thumb flicking over her nipple.

Paige whimpered. “I swear to God if I’m dreaming, I’m gonna die in my sleep and it’ll be worth it.”

Azzi grinned against her mouth. “You want to be useful?”

Paige nodded frantically.

“Then open your mouth.”

Paige obeyed instantly.

Azzi leaned in and spit into it — warm, slow, filthy.

Paige groaned, swallowing it without breaking eye contact.

Azzi’s voice was low and smug. “Knew it.”

“You—what?”

Azzi shoved a hand down the front of Paige’s shorts. “You think I haven’t seen how you look at me every time I spit on the court?”

“I’m normal—” Paige gasped as Azzi’s fingers slid through her soaked folds. “I’m very normal—oh fuck—”

Azzi curled her fingers and Paige saw god.

“Been teasing me for years. But now I get to ruin you.”

“God, please ruin me—”

Azzi pushed two fingers in, deep and slow, then rubbed her thumb over Paige’s clit with precision that made her knees buckle.

“You’ve been dripping for me since sophomore year,” she whispered. “So wet for me now. Like you’ve been waiting.”

Paige sobbed out a moan. “I have—Azzi—please—”

“Beg better.”

“Please let me cum, I’ll shut up forever, I’ll stop asking you out in the quad, I’ll burn the megaphone—”

Azzi kissed her again, biting her lip. “Come for me baby, make me happy.”

And Paige did. Loud. Shaking. Practically collapsing into Azzi’s arms as pleasure rolled through her in waves.

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4:34 PM

They were sitting on the bench now, Paige in Azzi’s lap, both half-dressed and still breathing hard.

Paige nuzzled into her neck. “So… does this mean you’re finally my girlfriend?”

Azzi chuckled. “One orgasm and you’re already claiming me?”

“Please, I’ve been claiming you since I wore the number 5 on me.”

Azzi snorted. “Fine. But if you so much as touch that megaphone again—”

“I swear it’s retired. I’ll replace it with whispering sweet nothings directly into your mouth.”

Azzi rolled her eyes and kissed her again, this time soft and slow.

“Let’s get out of here before someone walks in and sees you drooling on me.”

“Too late,” Paige said dreamily. “Been doing that since day one.”

Azzi groaned. “God, I should’ve ruined you sooner.”

[arietem]

take it off me

masterlist

jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: jj pays you a visit after hanging out with the boys and sees you wearing his shirt

smut and suggestive content

Early June on the island was your favorite time of the year. The weather was starting to get warm enough so you could go to the beach, and the tourists were not swarming the island just yet. You didn’t need to be at your summer job at the resort for another week, so hanging out with your friends was a must until then. These days, though, you couldn’t get your hands off one of your friends in particular. Well, not really a friend anymore, was he? It was safe to say he got promoted to boyfriend status.

Just over a month ago, you asked JJ if he would finally make his move or if you had to do all the work. Honestly, before you even finished the sentence, his lips were on yours, and as they say, the rest is history. And boy, is there a lot of that between you two. All those years of friendship culminated in a whirlwind of love and affection.

The night was one of those rare ones when he was hanging with the boys in the chateau and you were in your own home. It was warm and serene, with a light breeze making your curtains flutter. You were sitting in your comfy armchair in your room, journaling your thoughts, when you heard strange sounds coming from outside your window.

“Psst! Hey, psst!”

You weren’t really surprised that he decided to ditch John B and Pope and come see you. He couldn’t keep his hands off you either. You left your journal on the chair and stepped outside to lean over your balcony. “What are you doing here, JJ? Aren’t you with the boys?” He was looking so yummy, with messy blonde hair and a mischievous grin on his face.

“We were drinkin’, playin’ some card game Pope wanted, Ion kno’. They are passed the hell out, and I came to see m’girl.” You realized he was talking a little slurred now. “JJ! Tell me you didn’t drive your bike here!” You were gonna kill him if he was playing like that. He knew you hated drinking and driving.

“Nah, mama, I walked. Scout’s honor,” he said and threw up a peace sign. “Give me the ladder now.”

“That’s the wrong sign, but sure. Here you go, Jay.” You tossed him the rope ladder you kept stashed on your balcony for situations like this.

“You’re lucky my parents’ room is on the other side of the house.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He was slowly making his way up the ladder, trying really hard to keep his balance. “A lil’ help, maybe?” He reached a hand out for you to assist in pulling him up over the railing. He stumbled a little when he jumped across, but you grabbed his shoulders and steadied him.

“Oh, baby,” he sighed and buried his fingers in your hair, “I missed ya.” He was never so affectionate when you were with the Pogues, and you didn’t mind it, not really, but it was nice hearing those words every once in a while. JJ rested his forehead on yours and gave you a peck on the nose.

“Okay, beer breath, let’s go inside.” You stepped into the room with JJ in tow and flicked on another soft light. He sat on the edge of your bed, watching you tie your hair in a messy bun.

“Wait, is that my, is that my Pookie shirt?” he pointed to your chest. You looked down to see what he was talking about. You didn’t even realize it was that one, you simply grabbed the first one out of your drawer. “Oh, yeah, I guess you left it here the other night. I’m sorry, I can give it back.” You were so used to smelling him on yourself and your clothes that it became a part of you.

JJ’s jaw was slack, eyes glistening in the soft light of the room, breeze from the open balcony rustling his hair gently. “C’mere,” he beckoned you with his pointer finger. You obliged and settled between his thighs, interlocking your hands behind his neck. He definitely sounded more sober now.

“You’re gorgeous, ya know that? The hottest girl on the island.”

You weren’t wearing any pants and JJ slid his palm under the shirt, squeezing your ass.

“Yeah, the hottest? What about the smartest?”

“I dunno about all that, you are slummin’ it with me.” You smacked his shoulder lightly. “Kidding, kidding,” he laughed, bringing his hands up your back under the shirt, “the smartest and the hottest girl in all of Outer Banks.”

Didn't that sound so good coming from him? You brought your lips to his forehead, letting yourself stay still for a second, breathing in his smoky scent, the familiar sensation of excitement creeping up your spine. JJ let himself fall backwards on the bed, pulling you with him. Sprawled across his chest, you could hear his heart beating fast. He slowly took off your shirt over your head, leaving you topless. You shivered despite the warmth and went to return the favor, running your nails over his abs. Goosebumps erupted all over his golden skin.

You bent down to lick his happy trail, the hair there faint and soft. JJ gasped and bucked his hips upward. "Oh, baby, the things you do to me." You just grin and continue kissing your way upward to his face.

"Let's get you out of these shorts, pretty boy, huh?" He jumped up from the bed, hopping on one leg while he tried to get out of his pants. "Stop! You're gonna hurt - "

You didn't even get to finish your sentence, and JJ was on the floor as he tripped over his feet. "JJ!" you keeled over with laughter, extending a hand to help him off the floor.

"All good, cupcake." JJ dusted off his hands and dragged you towards the bed, pulling you onto his lap. "Now, where were we?"

He started kissing your neck, eliciting soft moans from your lips. He made you feel so good, you wanted to give him some of that in return. You slowly stood up and walked backward. Giving him a wink, you sank to your knees and grabbed his thighs. JJ leaned on his elbows, watching as you slowly lowered his boxers and let his dick sprang free. It smacked him in the stomach, making you drool a little bit.

"All this just for me?" you asked with awe. You spit in your hand, spreading it all over his cock, making it slick and ready for your mouth. JJ groaned when you palmed him with one hand and went for his balls with the other. You wanted this to take as long as possible, making him as hot and bothered as possible. You gave him a tentative lick, at which JJ moaned harder, making you smile against his dick. You took his tip inside your mouth, gradually going deeper and deeper.

When he was as deep as you could take it, you hummed lightly and stuck out your tongue. He rewarded you by whimpering loudly and tangling his fingers in your hair, making your bun even messier. You bobbed your head up and down, gagging every time he touched the back of your throat. JJ loved hearing your gags, grunting every time you did it.

Your eyes started to water, and you could tell JJ was close to finishing. He sat up, knocking you slightly off balance. With a loud pop, you released him from your mouth and looked up at him. He wiped under your eyes with his thumbs, brushing away the tears. And probably smearing your mascara even more. "Oops, I made it worse." His voice was gravelly and lust-filled. You just rolled your eyes and pushed him back, ready to bring him to the finish line.

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𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱 II

Vampire!Caitlyn Kiramman x peasant!fem!reader

part 1 ;; Chapter III ;; chapter IV

summary: You’ve been living in Caitlyn’s castle for some time now. As you get the chance to explore and get to know her, secrets of her past are revealed.

a/n: hello! Finals are over so I’ll be more consistent (I promise). If you left a comment asking for p2, I assumed you wanted to be tagged. If that’s not the case, please just ask to be removed from the taglist.

w/c: 6.1k

(If you don’t have Spotify prenium, songs go in this order: Petite Fille De La Mer, Dance of the Knights, Masquerade Suite: Maskarad, Valse Sentimale.)

“I’m so sorry.” The sound of your parents weeping, and their apologies are swimming in your head. Their faces are twisting and contorting into monsters. Monsters that didn’t care about you. Then there’s Caitlyn. All her politeness acting as a calculated trap to lure you in, and devour you whole. 

You woke up in a cold sweat. A nightmare. You know you won’t be able to go back to sleep, so instead you get out of bed. Caitlyn was around the castle somewhere. You’d find her, and maybe take this time to talk.

Walking through the dark halls, you whisper for her. “Caitlyn? Are you there?” There’s no one to disturb; therefore, no reason to whisper. The darkness makes it feel as if calling for her is forbidden. A shadow makes you step back, only to bump into Caitlyn’s cold chest. “You called? Why are you awake?” She turns you around and looks at you inquisitively. 

“I had a nightmare…. I can’t go back to sleep.” Caitlyn gives you a fond look. “Is that so? You can keep me company then. Please, follow me.” She gently takes your hand and leads you through the castle.

She guides you to a door and opens it, taking you outside into the night. The sound of crickets chirping and a running fountain fills the silence. It’s a rose garden. Dark red rose bushes line a cobblestone path, and the moonlight reflects off of the fountain water. “This is my garden. I can only tend to it at night. It’s quite peaceful here.” Caitlyn lets go of your hand to observe a bloom. “Caitlyn, this is beautiful..” you wander to a stone bench under an intricate gazebo. Sitting down, you watch the vampire check on her garden.

“This place doesn’t get many guests. In fact, your the first.” Caitlyn plucks a rose and offers it to you. You take the flower and marvel at its beauty. You found it to be so beautiful, you forgot the fact that roses have thorns. A stinging pain shoots through your pointer finger, and you gasp. “Are you alri…” Caitlyn’s sentence dies on her tongue. She’s still. You put the rose down and hold your bleeding finger with your other hand. “Caitlyn?…” she’s entranced. Her eyes are laser focused on the dribble of blood leaking down to your wrist. 

With trembling hands, she grabs your arm and brings your hand closer. She licks up your wrist and begins to gently suck the shallow wound. You’re lost for words.  She stops. “Apologies. I-I don’t know what came over me.” She looks a little embarrassed. “It’s alright.” 

“Your blood is a venom to me as my venom is to you.” She laughs awkwardly. She kisses the back of your hand before letting it go. Your finger has stopped bleeding. Most likely the work of her saliva.

Caitlyn stands up and wipes a small bit of blood off her lips. “If you want, I can show you some other things in my castle.” You stand up and nod. “Oh yes please! I’ve barely seen past the second floor.” Caitlyn smiles, and leads you back inside. 

“Let’s see…” She leads you through the castle halls, and eventually gets to the room you woke up in. “This is my study. It’s where I kept you before you woke up.” You walk over to the same paintings from before. Caitlyn sees you admiring them and speaks up. “Those are the generations of family heads. This one…” she comes to stand beside you, and motions to the second to last painting right before her own. “Is my mother.” 

Caitlyn resembles her mother to almost an uncanny degree. The same eyes, facial structure, and the feeling of stern authority they both exude. “You look a lot like her.” You say. “You think so? Thank you.”

Caitlyn looks down and sighs. “She was killed by vampire hunters... A long time ago.” You hesitantly place a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. “I’ve long moved on by now. I just wish she didn’t leave me alone.” You see the sadness in her face, so you take her hand and squeeze it. “Well you’re not alone now, are you? I’m not planning on leaving.” You weren’t. Mostly out of fear for her killing you and your family, but also because of the strange desire that kept you close to her. 

“Well, let’s carry on exploring. I have something else to show you…you should probably know about it.” Caitlyn leads you up a grand staircase. Her touch is gentle, and she seems a lot more human today. Almost nurturing. When you arrive at the top, she opens some grand doors to reveal a dark, empty ballroom.

Your jaw is on the floor. Never in your wildest dreams did you ever imagine you’d get to see such a place. Even in its dark, dusty state, it was beautiful. “Wow…” Caitlyn walks inside. Her footsteps echo against the marble floor. “Do you like it? It is quite a sight.” You follow her deeper into the room. “It’s amazing. I’ve never seen such a place.” 

Caitlyn stops walking. She’s standing in the middle of the ballroom looking up at the grand chandelier above you. She doesn’t turn around to face you when she says “I used to dance here.” Her voice cracks. You catch up to her, but stay quiet. “Guests used to come, we had food, orchestras, and-and champagne for hundreds.”

This is the most emotional you’ve seen her in the weeks you’ve spent with her. Her fists are even clenched. “So, you were human once?” You asked quietly. She nods. “Once. I’ve long forgotten what it felt like. To be warm, and see the sun. To not be the target of hunters… If I hadn’t been so foolish, I’d probably be dead by now. Maybe my offspring would have continued the throne.”

“What?”

The throne? You knew she lived in a castle, but you’d never considered the fact that the castle held actual royalty at some point. “My family used to have a kingdom. Crows-wood was a part of it. I was a princess.” She turns around finally, but she’s still avoiding your gaze. “I was rotten. Immature and selfish. I was always hosting parties, fooling around with young maids, or even peasant girls. Didn’t matter to me. If I found one pretty, she’d be in my bed that same night. There was a girl…She was sweet, but meant nothing to me. I used her. Made her think I loved her, and threw her away the moment I was done. I thought she’d disappear from my life because I wanted her to, but she didn’t.”

 There was an odd feeling in your stomach. Her story was starting to feel ominous. “I was at a party in this very ballroom, when she broke in and cursed my whole family.” Caitlyn’s expression was grim. Her breathing became heavier as well. “Before I could control myself, I started to kill. Biting and tearing the flesh of my friends with my bare hands and teeth. My whole family was. Soon, trade and politics stopped concerning our kingdom, and the villages grew independent. Now, the Kiramman dynasty has been erased from history.” 

You have no clue what to say. What could you say? She was clearly mourning her past life, and you were still reeling from the tale. “Uhm…I’m sorry. That’s horrible.” You try. “No, don’t. I deserved it. I was an awful woman. I don’t even know if I’ve changed at all” 

Caitlyn makes her way to a wall of windows on one side of the ballroom. You can’t see her reflection. Her shoulders slump, and she sighs heavily. “I thought about telling you earlier, but I was scared you’d panic even more. I’m sure your feelings have changed about me, but I thought you deserved to know.” It’s silent when a yawn escapes your lips. Caitlyn turns around and starts to leave the room. “You must be tired. Go to bed.” Even though you’re feeling perfectly fine, you leave to your bedroom anyways.

You’re in your bed, flipping though the book about Caitlyn and her family’s condition. There are drawings of fangs, diagrams, and notes that all document research on “the Kiramman vampire.” At the beginning, there is mentions of the curse Caitlyn told you of.

It’s late. Your pocket watch reads two a.m. when you hear the door creak. You stay laid down on your side, and stay quiet. You hear Caitlyn sigh, and feel the bed strain as another weight settles down on it. She’s sitting right next to you.

“You’re not sleeping. I know.”  She says before continuing. “Sorry for intruding… I was just..” She’s quiet. Caitlyn sighs. “Feeling a little lonely.” Her voice is soft and slightly timid. Like she’s scared you’ll push her away. “Caitlyn, I don’t think of you differently. That story you told me, how long ago was it?” Caitlyn pauses to think for a bit. “Maybe a century by now.” She murmurs into the darkness of the room. “Do you regret that? How you treated those girls?” Caitlyn is silent for a moment. “Yes. I hate who I was then. A selfish manipulator.” You roll over to face her. “If you regret it that badly, you’ve definitely changed. If not, you’d be angry, seeking revenge, or doing the same thing to me.”

Caitlyn hums in thought. “Maybe you’re right.” Her blue eyes are glowing faintly in the dark. “You have really pretty eyes.” Caitlyn blinks, and looks down. “Thank you…” she reaches out and rubs your cheek. “You really like touching me.” You giggle softly. Caitlyn removes her hand. “Sorry. Your warmth draws me closer. I’m cold blooded now.” You feel a little sorry for her.

 “You didn’t have to stop.”

“So you’re comfortable with me?” She asks. You nod. Caitlyn suddenly crawls over you. She leans down to listen to your heart beat. “It sped up. Your heart always speeds up when I do things like this.” She smirks. “So tell me this time, does it excite you, or are you scared?” She seems genuinely interested in your response. “I’ve long forgotten what it feels like to be human. I want you to remind me.” You try to think of a response. “I suppose a little bit of both.” Caitlyn raises her eyebrows before smirking again. “Really? Are you scared that I’ll bite you? I won’t lie to you, I really want to right now, but I’ve gained control over myself in the past century.”

She’s looking at you strangely. Eyes glowing faintly and glossed over with lust, lips parted to where you can see her sharp fangs, and the way she licks her lips makes you heat up. Being the object of her gaze is making you feel a little smaller. “You’re getting warmer.” She noticed. “You like this, don’t you? Do you really enjoy watching me go mad over you?” Her long blue hair brushed against your cheek.

“What is it about this that you like? I want to know. Maybe you think I’m beautiful, and such a compromising position is flustering you. If you are scared, do you fear for your life right now?” Caitlyn’s thinking out loud. “How am I meant to resist such a beautiful girls blood? It’s like I’ve been cursed all over again.”

“If you bit me now, it’d be too early..” You try and reason. Caitlyn sighs. “You’re right. It wouldn’t hurt you, but I don’t want to get into the habit of straying from the rules I set to ensure your survival…But I really want to.” You can barely meet her gaze. You can feel her gaze raking over your body. From your face, to your chest, to the rest of your body in your nightgown. “If I still was the old me, I’d have ravished you by now.” 

Your heart skips a beat. There’s no way she just said that to you. Caitlyn sees your surprise. She just keeps smirking. “I recognize this. Some memories are coming back to me.” She leans in. “That look on a woman’s face when she’s experiencing lust.”

It’s true. You barely know her and yet you yearn for her touch, despite how cold it is. No matter how much you want to deny it. “Does your venom have long term effects?” You whisper. She thinks for a moment. “Are you asking because you’re unsure of your feelings? Well, I don’t know that. It could, but I’ve never let anyone live long enough to find out.” She reaches under your pillow.

“Looks like my mother didn’t either.” She sets The Kiramman Vampire onto your nightstand. “You knew I had that?” She laughs softly. “Of course I did. I’ve become a part of this castle. I know when something’s been moved from its place.” For a moment, you think she’s going to kiss you. When your noses are practically touching, a loud crash comes from the lower floors.

Caitlyn gets up immediately. She adjusts her clothes and signals for you to be quiet. “It’s a hunter. Stay here. Please.” She exits your bedroom, leaving your heart beating and body yearning. You’re scared for her too. If it is a hunter, they’ve definitely come to kill her. 

You sneak out of your bedroom, and indeed there’s a man right below you down the staircase. You’re watching from above when in a flash, he’s on the ground with Caitlyn on top of him. He stabs her in the shoulder with a wooden steak, but he begins to flail when Caitlyn bites down hard on his arm. She lets go and spits out his blood and a chunk of flesh.

“Revolting.” She goes for the kill, biting him in the neck. This time, she doesn’t check for a safe spot, or go about it gently as she does with you. Her eyes are glowing brightly, and you can see them become wild and distant the longer she holds onto him. After a long, painful struggle, his yelling and flailing comes to an end. The silence afterwards is loud. Caitlyn is covered in blood, and it looks like she’s still sucking him. After blinking a few times, her eyes return to the regular soft glow, and she drops the corpse. 

She coughs, and catches her breath before vomiting up pure blood. The sight is enough to make you want to faint. You gasp, and that was enough for Caitlyn to notice you. Her face is feral-looking and unfamiliar. “I told you to stay in your room.” She gets up. “I thought you would listen. You never seemed like a brat.” She starts to make her way up the stairs to you, but stops when she sees you flinch. “Oh? Why did you… You’re not scared of me, are you?” Caitlyn still had a wooden steak dug in her shoulder. She wasn’t reacting to it at all.

She’s not herself. It’s like when you pricked yourself with the rose. She’s on some sort of high you’re not familiar with. “Please don’t be scared. I’d never do that to you.” She comes closer. Her hands are shaking, and so is her voice. Her eyes are still wide and distant. “I know” you say more to yourself than to her.

“Good. I can’t stand this taste in my mouth. The taste of a man’s blood.” She finally gets to you, pulling you close in a bloody hug. “Please, replace this awful taste with yours? I promise I’ll be gentle. I won’t take a lot. It won’t be like what you just saw at all.”

Something’s off. It’s like you’re not talking to the actual Caitlyn. She pulls away, leaving you with a blood stained gown. “Forgive me if I’m scaring you. I know I’m not exactly myself right now. Killing someone gives me a… rush.” She slumps onto you suddenly. A small whimper is the only sound she makes. It’s like she’s weakened.

“Do you need me to help you with- uhm, your shoulder?” You slowly get her onto the ground, leaning on the banister. “That? Yes, can you help? Please, just pull the thing out. Get it away from me.” 

“Just pull it out? Won’t that hurt you?”

“The only thing that hurts me is a lack of others blood in my body. I don’t feel pain.”

“Uhm, okay.” You wrap your hands around the steak in her shoulder, and pull.

Despite what Caitlyn says, her face contorts in discomfort as you remove the steak. When you finally get the it out, the blood coating it is almost black. “Let me bandage it. Do you have any bandages?” She nods. “In- in the kitchen… last cabinet.” She murmurs. You go get the bandages, and some water for her. When you come back, and Caitlyn sees you with the water, she looks confused. “What do I need that for?” Her voice is soft and quiet.

“Oh. I suppose you don’t need it. I must have forgotten.” You set the glass down and sit back down beside her with the bandages. “I’m going to take off your blouse now..” you unfasten the bloody buttons, and reveal the pale expanse of her skin and breasts. Caitlyn’s looking away from you, so you can’t exactly see how she’s reacting. Trying to ignore your own thoughts, you take the blouse off completely, and begin to wrap her wound. “Wait, should I dress it with anything?” Caitlyn looks back in your direction, but still not at you. “No. It will heal on its own.” 

“You’re being very calm right now.” You comment as you continued to bandage her arm. “Well, this isn’t the first time I’ve been attacked, or stabbed.” She finally makes eye contact again with a small smile. “This is the first time I’ve had help though.” When you finish, Caitlyn stands up. “Sorry for how I was acting earlier. Killing provides a vampire with a strange ecstasy. I was not in my right mind.”

“You weren’t that strange. Just a little scary.” She rubs your head, and plays with your hair. “Yes, I can get like that sometimes… Excuse me, I need to find a fresh shirt.” She excuses herself, and goes down the hall to her bedroom. You return to your own room and change out of the bloody dress. The thought strikes you that you may have known that man. He was most likely a Crows-Wood villager who thought he could kill Caitlyn after your fathers stunt. You were standing there in the mirror, in your undergarments, thinking about the bloodshed you witnessed.

Cold blooded murder, but it was out of self defense. The sequence plays over and over in your mind, until you feel a little sick. A pair of arms snakes around your waist, and a chin rests on top of your head. “Caitlyn?” You hadn’t seen her coming because she had no reflection. “I wanted to check on you. I know humans can be sensitive to violence. You like hugs, right?” You relax into her embrace. “Hugs are nice. I’m alright. Just a little shaken.” Caitlyn turns you around and looks at you apologetically. “I didn’t want you to see that part of me. You’re my only friend. I’ve never been happier in my life than I have been with you.”

Her sincerity touches you. “My life’s never been more interesting since I met you. That’s a good thing. Life in Crows-Wood is dull.” Caitlyn doesn’t respond, but her eyes soften when she’s looking at you. “Is that so?” She pulls away from you, and sits down in a nearby chair. “Are you going to bed now?” She’s obviously looking at your body, clad in your loose, chemise. “Perhaps… I don’t know if I could after witnessing so much bloodshed.” You know she’s looking at you, and even though so much of you is covered, you still feel exposed under her gaze.

Caitlyn is sitting with her legs crossed, one arm resting on the armrest, and with her chin resting on her other fist. “Does your arm feel okay?” Is the only thing you can think of to say. “It’s fine thanks to you, dear.” There’s that fondness in her eyes again. “That’s good.” It’s silent. Caitlyn doesn’t move when you loosen out your hair, or when you crawl into bed. She finally stands, and makes her way to the side of the bed you’re sleeping on. She leans over so she’s only slightly above you. “I’ve become quite fond of you.” She brushes some hair out of your face gently.

“I didn’t think I’d ever feel that way for someone ever again since my mother died.” She leans in and kisses your forehead. “Sleep well. If you need anything, I’ll be here.” And with that, she’s gone. You’re left there in bed, heart racing, and still feeling her cold lips on your forehead. Tomorrow would be the day she feeds from you again. You touch the spot from your neck where she bit you last time. She wasn’t deceiving you when she said it would be sensual. The ritual felt almost too intimate, especially because she holds your hand the whole time. Something about how she laces her fingers between yours, how she pulls you closer, and the way the venom numbs your fear makes you almost excited for it. 

The next day, you notice yourself subconsciously picking out the nicest gown, decorating your neck in necklaces and jewels, and putting in extra time for your hair to look nice. You know you’re doing it for her, but you’re not stopping yourself. The whole day, the only thing you can think about is tonight. To pass the time, you find The Kiramman Vampire and flip to the last page you read. 

We are vulnerable to the sun as well as wooden steaks to the heart. It seems like we don’t feel much pain. I cannot say quite yet if we feel other sensations; however, we have actually contracted a new one. I don’t know if I’d consider it an emotion, or a sense though. For now, I call it bloodlust. After feeding from a human only, a Kiramman vampire will enter a period of extreme physical yearning for their prey. It seems to go hand in hand with our venom. I think the two are meant to work together to subdue, and kill the victim.

                               - Cassandra Kiramman

So she does feel at least some form of lust. It’s a little frightening knowing that she’s gone through this because of you at some point. So she was lying when she denied feeling lust earlier? Will she go through it again tonight? Your mind is buzzing with questions. 

As the sun starts to set, you feel yourself becoming nervous. To get some fresh air, you take some time in Caitlyn’s rose garden. It’s just as pretty in the day as it is in the night. With some natural light still lingering, you can observe how well taken care of the flowers really are. All of the blooms are large and a deep red. 

Like the blood of that man.

When the sun finally disappears behind the horizon, you go back inside to wait in your bedroom. When there’s a knock on the door, your nerves start again. “Good evening.” Caitlyn greets you when she comes through the door. Her eyes glance over you slowly. “You look beautiful tonight. Were you looking forward to this?” She noticed your extra efforts with a mischievous grin. “No, it’s not that. I just uhm…” you can’t find an excuse to justify why you’re dressed up.

“That’s all right. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m flattered you’d do all this for my pleasure.” She sits down next to you on the bed, shoulder to shoulder. She looks at you. “Well, whenever you’re ready.” 

“I’m ready.” You hold still when she comes closer to find a good spot. When you feel her teeth sinking in, you whine in pain. She takes your hand again like it’s her way of comforting you, and she sucks gently. Caitlyn suddenly leans her weight onto you, making you both fall back onto your bed.

“Caitlyn?” You’re surprised, but for some reason not against this. Her fingers are still intertwined with yours, and she begins to squeeze your hand tighter. She’s been drinking your blood for what feels like too long. “Cait…lyn?..” the venom has already attacked your mind. When you say her name, one arm moves to hold the back of your head still, and she continues to drink from you. 

When she finally pulls away, with blood coating her chin, and staining her lips a dark red, you’re exhausted. You know you’re vulnerable right now, and so does she. Caitlyn’s breathing is quick, and all she does for a moment is stare at you. “Apologies…” She huffs. “The taste of that man’s blood was still lingering. When I bit you, it’s like I lost myself…” 

“Bloodlust?” You whisper. Caitlyn flinches, and looks at you. “How-how did you know that?”

“Your mothers research” your words are slurred, but you’re dealing with the venom a lot better. Perhaps you’ve grown used to it. “Oh. Yes, you were reading that weren’t you? That’s sort of embarrassing.” Caitlyn adjusts the pillow behind your head.

“How…so?..” 

“You read the passage didn’t you? What ‘bloodlust’ means by my mother’s definition?” You just moan in response. Your limbs are heavy and your lips don’t want to move to answer. Caitlyn reaches under your pillow and grabs the book, flipping through it. “An extreme physical yearning for their prey.” She tosses the book aside onto your floor. She’s frustrated. “So yes. I do feel this way for you.” She looks down at your subdued state with a strange look in her eyes.

“…It’s incredibly twisted how I love seeing you this way. All because of me.” She brushes your cheek gently before scooping up your upper half. “You can barely speak. Barely move.” She takes your hand before dropping it, watching with satisfaction as your arm falls without her support. “Humans are so feeble. I forget that sometimes.” She holds you against her cold chest. You don’t struggle or fight to escape her. You just rest there. 

“I suppose you’ve gotten quite used to me. I don’t sense a lick of fear.” A small smile graces her lips, which are red with your blood. “I’m still a monster though. Unworthy of love, respect, and even you. I think I’ll make some tea. Rest well.” She lays you down, tucks you in, and kisses your forehead before leaving.

Caitlyn’s upset. It looks like she didn’t want you knowing about the bloodlust. But why? 

Does she think I won’t trust her anymore?

That would make sense. After the story, maybe she thinks you think of her as a pervert with no self control. The story didn’t seem anything like the Caitlyn you met. A Caitlyn who was a womanizer, bold, and selfish. Even if she was that person, she’s certainly not that way now.

The next night you see her, she’s reading a book by the fireplace. “Good evening.” You greet her as you enter. “Good evening.” She doesn’t look up from her book. “Have you fully recovered?” 

“Yes.” She closes the book and stands up. “That’s good.” Tonight, she’s dressed in a much more regal shirt and trousers. Definitely something from her royalty days. She looks quite princely. Her hair is tied back in a bun, with a thick strand escaping to one side of her face. “I wanted to go back to the ballroom tonight.” You tell her. “You do? Is there a reason why?” 

“I just want to see it again.” Caitlyn sighs. “That’s fine. Let’s go.”

Once you get to the ballroom, a quiet, haunting waltz begins out of nowhere. You look towards Caitlyn for an explanation. “The castle is tied to me. Remember? I suppose it’s feeding off my memories. I’ve probably danced to this song before.” There are points where the music swells, or quiets. Like there are parts she remembers, or segments she doesn’t know as well. You get an idea, and drag Caitlyn by the hand deeper into the room.

“What’s gotten into you?” She doesn’t resist, but she seems apprehensive. When you get to the center, you let go of her. “What’s this about?” She stands there with her arms crossed. “Your highness” you say playfully with a curtsy. “Let’s dance!” Caitlyn looks caught off guard. Hesitantly, she takes one of your hands, and wraps her other arm arrive your waist. “Okay, I’ll indulge you. You do know how to waltz, right?” 

“Uhm… I can figure it out.” Caitlyn sighs. “That’s alright. Let’s learn.” She’s begins to guide you through a slow waltz, correcting your steps and hand placement. Occasionally, she’ll giggle at your silly mistakes or chide you because you stepped on her foot. 

“No, your hand goes right below my shoulder.” She corrects. You try and listen to all the instructions, but miss a few. “I think I understand.” You tell Caitlyn after at least half an hour. “Do you? Alright then.” She lets you go. “Wait, I thought we were going to dance.” She doesn’t respond, but walks up to you slowly, “Caitlyn?” She takes one of your hands and kisses it. “May I have this dance?” So that’s what she was doing. “Oh- uhm, yes, princess.” 

“Don’t call me that.”

“Okay. Sorry.” She shakes her head, and leads you in a flawed, but fun, dance. You dreamed about getting to do things like this, but never did you think you’d get the chance to. Caitlyn seems to be having fun too. She’s smiling and laughing at your mistakes. 

As the music swells, the chandelier lights up, along with the candles. The cobwebs disappear, and you’re surrounded by other dancing couples. Caitlyn’s smile falters when she notices, but is then replaced with a sly grin. Something tells you you’re not dancing with your Caitlyn right now. “I must say, you’re quite the lovely girl. When this dance is over, let me take you somewhere more private.” She whispers into your ear. “What?” Before you can even comprehend that, you’re passed off to the next dance partner. Where are you? Looking around frantically for Caitlyn, you’re spun around and passed from partner to partner as the waltz goes on. Once you finally get back to Caitlyn you’re sure. You’re in the past. This is Princess Caitlyn Kiramman over a century ago.

 As soon as the song ends, before you can blink, the ballroom returns normal. You’re back in the arms of the present Caitlyn, and the room is dark and dusty. “Are you alright?” Caitlyn stops dancing with you and looks at you with concern. “I..I think I had some sort of vision.” Caitlyn tilts her head in thought. “A vision? Like what?”  

“It was in this ballroom, and I was dancing with you, but a century ago. Before you were cursed.” Caitlyn’s nose scrunches. “Oh. How strange. Maybe you should go to sleep now. I’m sure you’re just tired.”

You go back to your room and get changed for the night. Dancing with Caitlyn was fun. You can definitely see how she was able to charm so many people when she was human. Slipping into bed, you try and sleep. All you can see is blood. You’re practically swimming in it. Hundreds of dead bodies are floating next to you. All the victims of Caitlyn. 

You can’t sleep. Not without having another nightmare. You sit up, and get out of bed. As soon as you open the door, Caitlyn is right there. You scream and fall back. “Caitlyn!” She rushes to help you up. “My apologies. I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“Why are you outside my door?” She looks around awkwardly. “I was just coming to check on you. You’ve been having nightmares recently, yes?” You sigh. “I’m afraid you’re too late. I can’t go back to sleep.” Caitlyn looks at you sympathetically. “Can I ask what they’re about? Perhaps talking will help.” She leads you to your bed again and sits down with you. “Uhm… it’s usually just blood, dead bodies, and my parents.” You don’t tell her that sometimes she appears. “Oh you poor thing. This is all my fault.” 

Caitlyn genuinely seems apologetic. “I knew all this gore would be no good for your mind. I should have been more careful with you.” She scolds herself. “Is there anything I can do to help? You need your rest.” Caitlyn gently pushes you to lie down, and she adjusts the duvet to cover you. “I don’t know. I’ll just try again.” You close your eyes tight, and try to sleep. 

It’s almost the exact same thing, but this time you’re really drowning in it. As you gasp for air, blood invades your throat and your nostrils, making you scream. Screaming only worsens the pain. Your lungs are throbbing for air, and your limbs are getting weaker. Soon, you just accept your fate and allow the thick red waves to pull you under. 

All of a sudden, you can feel something. A presence behind you. Your nightmare fades away, and your world returns to normal. “Shh…it’s alright.” You’re on your side, being held close by Caitlyn. One hand is stroking your head, and the other is around your waist. You can’t see her face, but her chest is against your nose. She smells nice. Like roses and foreign fragrances. “Caitlyn?” You mumble, making the vampire flinch. “You’re awake? Uhm, I’ll get up.” 

Before she can move away, you wrap your arms around her. “Don’t go.” Caitlyn stiffens, but returns to you. “Does this help?” She tilts your chin up to look at her. You nod, so she returns to petting your head and mumbling softly to you. To Caitlyn’s surprise, you go right to sleep. 

When you wake up, Caitlyn’s asleep. It’s most likely daytime, so she won’t be waking any time soon. You wriggle out of h heavy grasp, and stand up. So she stayed with you all night. You feel very rested, so it must have worked. “Thank you.” You whisper to Caitlyn, and kiss her cheek.

You decide to spend your day doing more exploring in the castle. After some spider encounters, and the occasional bat, you find yourself in the area that Caitlyn doesn’t really live in. It’s definitely less well kept, but still intriguing. Opening the first pair of large double doors, you find an abandoned throne room. There are three thrones. Most likely for Caitlyn’s parents and then herself. Another room looks like a bathroom. It’s nicer than the one you currently use. Probably for the late king. 

While you’re looking through dusty books in a grand library, the sound of skittering feet makes you freeze. You’re not alone. For the first time since your arrival, you’re scared. Creeping through the shelves, you try and leave the room before whatever else is in there can come across you. Before you can get out, you hear the noise again. It’s behind you.

Turning around slowly, across the aisle, is a black cat. It has striking blue eyes, almost like someone else you know. You sigh in relief, and crouch down to try and call the thing over. The cat is friendly, and a she. She rubs herself along your legs, and purrs. Scooping the cat up, you decide to take it with you to the main area of the castle. Caitlyn can help you name her. 

“Whisper.” Caitlyn declared while stroking the cat, who had made itself quite comfortable on her lap. “You want to name her Whisper?” The vampire nods. “It suits her. Quiet, living undetected among these walls.” Whisper definitely likes Caitlyn. “She���s so soft… I’ve never come across an animal I haven’t drained blood from.” 

“You can’t drink her blood! She’s going to be our pet.” Caitlyn scoffs. “I wasn’t planning on it. How come you said it like that?”

“Said what?”

“Our pet…like we’re something together.” Your cheeks heat up at that implication. “Well- we live together, so if we’re both here she’s both of ours…” Caitlyn nods. “Apologies. I didn’t mean anything by that.” The cat jumps from her lap to give you some attention. 

“Where did you find her?” Caitlyn shifts her focus to you. “Oh, uhm, another library in the castle. The part you don’t live in at all.” Caitlyn’s eyebrows furrow. “Hm.. don’t go over there again.” 

“What? Why?” Caitlyn stands in front of you. “It’s not safe over there. Please do not question me.” 

She’s always been a bit strange, but you listen anyways. “If that’s what you say.” She reaches down and caresses your cheek. “Good. I don’t want you getting into trouble. I’ve found myself becoming more eager for our feeding nights. If something happened to you, I’d go mad.” Your hand instinctively goes to your neck. “Really?” You’re slightly flattered. “Of course. Take that as a compliment, darling.” She removes her hand from your face and heads for the door. 

“Don’t stay up too late now.” And with that, she’s gone.

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𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 Rafe 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝

𝚑𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜! 𝚒'𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 (𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠) 𝚒'𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠.

𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑.

You don’t know why you’ve never noticed it before. Maybe it’s the way the dim light catches on his gold chain, the way it drapes across Rafe’s broad bare chest, resting just above his collarbone. It’s not new, he wears it all the time, but tonight, for some reason, it’s driving you insane.

Your fingers brush against it absentmindedly as you straddle his lap, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the cool metal. He tilts his head back against the couch, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you in closer.

“What?” he murmurs, lips curling into a knowing smirk. “You keep staring.”

You shake your head, suddenly shy, but your fingers keep tracing the chain, letting it slip between them. “I don’t know,” you admit. “I’ve never really noticed how… sexy this looks on you.”

Rafe chuckles, a deep, low sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “Yeah?” His hands roam over your back, pressing you against him. “That’s what’s got you all worked up right now?”

You nod, feeling a warmth rise in your stomach, an unfamiliar flutter that has nothing to do with nerves and everything to do with how good he looks like this, gold against tan skin, the rise and fall of his chest beneath you.

His hands slide up, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you in, lips ghosting over yours. “I’ll have to wear it more often,” he teases, voice husky.

You laugh, but the sound is lost as he kisses you, deep and slow, the weight of the chain pressing against you as your bodies melt together.

Rafe flips the two of you over so you’re trapped beneath him on the couch. The shine of the chain dangling in front of your face as he looks down at you. He’s taunting you with it. His hands slowly rise up the edge of your robe meeting the wet spot that waits for him, right in the center of your core. 

“This old thing turn you on this much?” Rafe grunts in your ear as he slowly circles your clit. 

The only response you can give is the arching of your back and a guttural moan you’ve finally let go from holding in your breath. He understands immediately, sitting up to pull down his sweatpants just enough to free his cock. He strokes himself a few times as he pulls your panties to the side.

He coats his tip in some of your slick, then teases your entrance. You wrap your legs around his waist, desperately trying to pull him in.

"What do you need baby? What do you want me to do to you?" He gets off on the way you squirm beneath him. Circling your soaked hole with never pushing in.

"You, Rafe, every inch of you. Please fuck me." you cry out.

Rafe finally gives in thrusting into you completely. Bottoming out. Giving you no chance to adjust before pulling out and slamming back into you. You still can't keep your eye off the chains that adorns his neck.

You slip your pointer finger around it pulling him closer. His forearms are placed on either side of your head and he watches in amazement how you stare at it in a trance. Without thinking you stick your tongue out and loop it around the chain. You bite down on the metal, ignoring the tingling shock it gives you as it hits your teeth.

Your moans are muffled by your grip on the chain as Rafe continues to pummel into you. His thrusts grow rougher and sloppier as you two reach your peaks.

"Cum for me baby girl, I'm gonna fill you up." Rafe grunts into your ear.

His command is all it takes for you to let go of the chain and cry out his name and you release all over his cock. The squelching sound of Rafe fucking his cum deep inside you has your head spinning and your legs shake around his waist as he comes to a halt dropping his body down next to you on the couch.

"I'll definitely have to wear this chain more often, huh?" the both of you let out a breathy giggle as you twirl the spit slicked chain around your fingers.

not my best work but enjoy either way <3

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blushing birthday

a/n: iihhh! first story in this slutty au! felt like this was a good place to jump off from. and also, i just wanna point this out because i nearly never do and perhaps some people don’t realise it, but if you have a thought, an idea, a wish or request in this au (or any other, my inbox is always open for requests) then feel free to click on my ask button and send it my way ♡

summary: “so, what I was thinking,” you tilted your head, “was that before I go give him his present, you guys could maybe help me prep a little bit, warm me up and stretch out my ass enough to fit his big fat cock. Would you guys like that?”

warnings: various x camgirl!reader, smut, porn au, college au, roommate!bucky barnes, roommate!steve rogers, roommate!curtis everett, ex!ransom drysdale, dilf neighbour!andy barber, reader's porn name is cherry blossom (UrLittleCherry), friends with benefits, happy hippie fun poly vibes, curtis’ birthday, partying, alcohol consumption, kissing, masturbation, impact play, fingering, toys, edging, clothed sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, multiple orgasms, anal, penetrative sex, unprotected sex

word count: 3953

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The last rays of sunshine for the day streamed in through the half-drawn curtains and cast soft shadows across your form as you sat cross-legged on your mattress. 

With your reach outstretched towards your laptop propped up on the chair situated at the foot of your bed, you clicked on the go live button and watched as a countdown appeared on the screen, overlaying your visage staring back at you as your gaze briefly flickered around to check your gear one last time. 

Thanks to your three roommates who’d insisted on helping you upgrade your setup, there wasn’t just one, but two cameras pointing directly at you. One angle to catch all of your frame and one zoomed-in to capture a perfect close-up between your legs. 

“Hey guys!” a warm smile swiftly dazzled your features as you watched the first few people jump at your notification, “good evening or good–, whatever time of day it is for you.” 

The messages in the chat started rolling in, some with usernames you recognised and some you didn’t. 

TheFrogo: Hi Cherry! How are you? Have you had a good day so far?

DrownByPussy: Omg you’re finally live! I’ve been hard all day knowing I’d get to see you today.

“Hi Frogo, yeah, I’ve had a pretty good day, but I’m hoping that it might get even better, because I’ve got something pretty fun planned for tonight,” your hands absentmindedly fidgeted along the length of your legs as you spoke, “so, today is a friend of mine’s birthday and–, wait,” you paused and leaned in closer to catch a better look of the scrolling messages, “I haven’t seen you write in the chat yet, but birthday boy, if you’re here, you better log off right now or you’ll ruin your surprise,” you warned, glancing straight into the camera, “I’ll give you five seconds get off,” a pointer finger then kissed each of your digits as you counted down, “five… four… three… two… one,” you squinted a moment longer before a giggle bubbled out, “okay, so now that it’s just us, I can tell you what I’ve got planned,” you switched up your seat, moving your legs to comfortably kneel on the mattress with your frame slightly turned at an angle for you to better see the screen, but retroactively grant everyone a view of the curve of your spine as the line swooped down over your waist and blossomed into the plush of your ass, sinfully on display in the pastel blue, mesh lingerie you wore, “there is one thing in particular that he has just been begging for… any guesses?”

A_B_Cunt_Destroyer: Hmm… is it a particular fantasy? A little bit of roleplay action? 

8inchStallion: Threesome? 

“Nope. All fun suggestions, but no.”

TittyCokeKingXXX: Is it to bang in public?

Cream314159: How about anal? 

“Cream! Yes! You guessed it!” you excitedly threw your hands up in the air, “it is anal that he’s been dreaming about.”

Ddadddy6969: I mean, who can blame him.

ItsBradBtch: Fucking same.

TearinYoBootyUp: Wish it was my birthday today so you’d let me fuck your tight little ass.

“So, what I was thinking,” you tilted your head, “was that before I go give him his present, you guys could maybe help me prep a little bit, warm me up and stretch out my ass enough to fit his big fat cock. Would you guys like that?”

KyleKyleson: Yes!

UrPervyDaddy398: Hell yeah, let’s get you ready to take that monster cock.

Casting a glance out of the nearby window, your eye couldn’t help but catch sight of the neighbouring house. It didn’t look like the divorced dad who resided there was home, though you still nevertheless searched for him. You weren’t completely clueless to his infatuation with you, though it had almost turned into a game, always trying to catch him peeping at you through the windows, or even taking it further by purposely wearing something skimpy when you’d go get the mail or other activities where you would know you’d bump into him. You didn’t judge him to be the type of man to ever really do anything about it, to actually reach out and grasp a wet dream of a girl so much his junior, but the teasing had become too much fun for you to stop, you were too far gone to draw the curtains closed now. 

As a quiet jingle sounded from your speakers, indicating that someone had tipped you, your gaze flickered back towards the computer screen. 

A_B_Cunt_Destroyer: Is that the underwear set I bought you off your wishlist? You look even more gorgeous in it than I imagined.

“Oh, thanks A,” you let your palms graze down over the thin mesh, feeling your pussy clench as your touch brushed over your nipples poking through the baby blue material, “yeah, it is. It matches the dress I’m planning on wearing tonight, so I thought I’d be cute.”

Call_Me_Sir_844: Turn around, Cherry. Let us see it from the back.  

“Yes, sir, of course,” you chuckled lightly before shifting around, purposely arching your back as you glanced over your shoulder. 

729AlwaysHard: How is your ass even real?

Like1OfUrFrenchGrls: Damn, that butt is just begging for a spanking.

Raking your touch down your sides, you smirked, “oh, you want me to spank my ass?” before the jingle of a tip echoed from the computer, “alright, baby,” and like a cat, your frame scooped down, gliding on to all fours and sticking your bottom high up in the air, “how many do you think? Let’s say, highest tipper gets to decide, but please, be kind, I still have to be able to dance the night away tonight.”

TittyCokeKingXXX tipped $50 – 10 spanks, with a paddle

BootyLover47 tipped $35 – 4 spanks

MrHansen tipped $100 – 6 spanks 

“Thank you guys,” you wiggled playfully for them, “and Mr. Hansen, wow, thank you so much!” you squeaked ecstatically, “well, I guess I better start counting then.” 

After each smack your palm landed on your propped-up bottom, the coinciding number rolled off your lips till your ass was tingling and sore for all your viewers to see. 

WinterIsCumming: Fuck, just seeing your little pussy through those panties… they’re soaked, aren’t they?

Gliding a hand down between your legs, your fingertips ghosted over the sheer fabric that clung to your core.

“They are, Winter,” you blinked up at the camera, “man, I wish you were here to give me a hand.”

NastyBoi: Show us that pretty little pussy, come on, don’t be shy now.

“You want me to take my underwear off for you? Take them off so that I can really play?”

And with the chimes of tips swiftly ringing in your ears, one of your fingers then hooked in the gusset and carefully peeled it to the side, letting it act as a frame as you momentarily teased them with just a glimpse of your glistening folds, before you slowly slid them off completely. 

Eventually, after your slick digits had gotten a chance to warm you up and tease you till you were practically buzzing on both of the camera angles that now displayed you, as it hadn’t taken you very long till you switched to a split screen, both your face frozen in a silent moan and your pretty holes drooling for attention pressed up against one another, side by side on the stream, your fingers then reached for a toy, the pretty glass dildo you had picked out just before the show.

You first popped the toy in your mouth as you flipped around and relaxed back against your pile of pillows. Letting your gaze flicker over the downright filthy comments rolling across the screen, you sucked on the toy for a bit before pulling it out and letting it float down south. 

“Fuck,” your eyes fluttered slightly as you rubbed the tip gently against your little rosebud, “oh, that feels so good.” 

Cream314159: Yeah, Cherry, tease that little ass like a good slut.

8inchStallion: Fuck, you’re gonna make me blow my load soon if you keep looking like that. 

Ddadddy6969: Has your fuck buddy really never had your ass before? Tbh kinda hard to believe considering what a whore you are for all of us. I love your anal shows, they’re always my favourite. 

“I know, daddy,” a light giggle tore through your form, “I’m honestly kinda surprised as well, but no, it hasn’t happened yet.” 

BongDong420: Wait, are you an anal virgin? Plot twist. 

“No, no, I’m not, I love anal,” you sucked in a gentle gasp as you let just the tip of the toy breach your tight opening, “I just haven’t really done it yet with too many different people. Actually, I’ve only done it with one so far, now that I think about it,” you swiftly shook your head and forced your eyes to flicker to the messages to rid your thoughts of your ex. 

Call_Me_Sir_844: Please open your mouth, I’m gonna cum!

“Oh, yes, please cum for me, sir,” you answered the comment and then let your lips part wide. As your tongue stuck out as well, a string of saliva soon dripped down as you waited, the spit colliding with your tits and running down your cleavage. 

A_B_Cunt_Destroyer tipped $550 – Don’t let yourself cum. Edge yourself so that you can be all drippy and dumb for him like a good little present should be. 

Since you and your roommates lived in a residential area too quiet for college ragers, some of the guys Steve and Bucky were on the football team with offered to throw the bash at their fraternity. 

Music blared, nearly making the entire house rumble, as you walked around the place, searching for the one of your roommates who the party was in honour of. 

Fiddling lightly with the hem of your silky dress as you peeked into the room where a rowdy game of beer pong was afoot, you still felt a little dizzy as desperation soaked through your ruined panties. 

Though, as you checked the kitchen, a bulky frame bumped into you, though it wasn’t just any run-of-the-mill frat boy, incapable of watching where they went, it was the very last person you wished to lay your eyes upon. 

“Y/n, hey,” the trust fund kid caught your arm before you could slip away. 

“Ransom,” you couldn’t help but clench your jaw as you tried to free yourself of his hold, “hello.”

“I didn’t know you were gonna be here tonight.” 

“Why wouldn’t I be here?” you nearly scoffed as you squinted up at him, “it’s my roommate’s birthday party.” 

“Right, forgot you moved in with all of them, became just one of the boys…” as a beat of silence fell over him, he let his gaze then rake over your form, lapping up the soft blue material that draped across your curves, “you look good tonight, by the way.”

“I–…” your eyes fluttered shut as you let out a sigh, “Ransom, can we not? Just for tonight, can we not do all of this? Just let me be here, celebrate my friend, and then after that, if you so wish, we can get back to our regularly scheduled program. Just one night of peace, that’s all I’m asking for.”

His dark brows then furrowed as he cocked his head, “babe, come on–”

Cutting him off with a scoff, you spat, “I haven’t been your babe since you broke up with me.”

He had been all for landing a girl that was essentially a wet dream come true when it came to all of the sinful areas you were itching to explore with him, but what hadn’t been a part of his plans was having a girlfriend who wasn’t exclusively a slut for him and him alone. He’d told you to choose between him and your dirty little hobby, but to his surprise, you hadn’t even hesitated when you didn’t choose him. 

A low sigh then puffed from his lungs, “fine.”

Heatedly ripping your arm free, you echoed, “fine,” before turning on your heel and exiting the kitchen. 

Luckily, your search didn’t drag on too much further before you stumbled upon your celebrated friend. 

“There you are!” you exclaimed, your voice ushering Curtis’ head to twist in your direction, his glance shifting from the pool table before him. 

“Baby!” he swiftly threw open his inked arms and pulled you close, “hey!”

Hearing the heavy balls clank around on the table, you asked, “are you in the middle of a game or could I steal you away for a sec?”

“Nah, not this round,” he withdrew only ever so slightly, letting one of his arms stay draped over your shoulders, “what do you need?”

Pulling him with you in the direction of the wide staircase, you smirked, “I just have a present to give you…”

“Another one?” he blinked as you dragged him up the steps. 

“Well, you deserve the world, so yes, you get another one this year,” you offered him a warm smile. 

“Man,” he exhaled as you reached the upper level, “happy birthday to me,” a smirk spread across his features as he willingly let you push him into one of the rooms. 

It was a study room filled with long communal desks, tall bookcases and velvet armchairs. It was also, thankfully, vacant of any other partygoers. 

“Happy birthday, Curtis,” you didn’t waste any time, the door barely managed to slam behind you, before you yanked him in for a kiss. 

It took him a second before he caught up with your sudden actions, but as soon as he did, a gentle giggle rumbled from his intoxicated form and vibrated against your lips as he enveloped his long arms around your frame. 

Feet shuffling, your roommate soon bumped into one of the tables, lending him to half sit on it as you let your touch rake down his figure. Even with the swift and determined pace your desperation drove you to have, it still didn’t take that long for Curtis to be on the same page as you, and when your palm fluttered down to cup him through his pants, the tent twitched beneath your touch. 

At first, when you then withdrew from the kiss, Curtis instinctively followed your disappearing lips till he noticed your knees buckling as you sank down onto the floor. 

“This is so much better than losing at pool,” he gazed down at you between his thighs, nearly hypnotised as you tugged at his zipper.

“I’d sure hope so,” you nearly scoffed as you freed him of his binds, not hesitating to lean in and swipe your tongue silkily against the very tip of him as soon as you had the chance, “although, you know I never mind being a consolation prize.”

“Consolation prize?” his tone filtered through a soft groan as your fist enclosed around his base, twisting slightly as it jerked up to graze your mouth, “that’s not what you were last week.”

“Yeah, but that was different,” your giggle vibrated against him, “it’s okay, baby. Maybe next time we play at home you’ll get to win and show the others who’s boss,” you purred before your lips enveloped fully around his fat girth. 

When spit and slobber soon bubbled out and dripped down onto your chest from your efforts, you got back up to your feet. As you let the back of your palm wipe a bit of the mess from your chin, you twisted your frame around and let your spine melt back against this broad chest. 

As you felt Curtis’ fingers dig into your dress and hike it up, you rolled your hips back against him, nearly dizzy with want. Gliding a hand down between your thighs, you captured the sodden material, utterly ruined and clinging to your core, before you yanked it to the side, the leaky mess not yet ready to let go of the panties and spiderwebbing to where you pulled it to the side.  

Reaching around, your grip captured his cock once again as you tilted him to teasingly brush through your folds, your activities from earlier made it almost pathetic how sloppy you got him in a matter of seconds. 

As his lips pressed to your cheek in a hot kiss, you glanced over your shoulder to catch his eye and take in his reaction.

You didn’t warn him, nor say anything at all. Only a smirk glimmered on your lips as a forewarning before you led him away from the leaky entrance he naturally assumed you’d let him into, and instead arched your back and eased his slicked-up length into somewhere else. 

“Oh–, holy shit,” his eyes flickered down to affirm what you were doing before blinking up at you in the assumption that it was a mistake, “baby, you’re–”

“I know,” you smiled at the way his chest heaved at the realisation. 

“Wait, seriously?” 

“Told you I had another present for you,” your gloating grin softened at the moan that slipped out as you sank down just a little further upon his dick. 

His fingers dented both sides of your hips as you slowly let him feel more of you, “oh my god, you’re the fucking best…” 

It was shallow at first, gentle as you controlled the pace, though still mind-meltingly intense as you fucked back against him till your knees began to wobble, feeling each and every little detail of his stretch your little ass out. 

You felt his hot breath on the side of your face between the lazy pecks he planted there and occasionally veering further south to try and mark your neck up with his bites. 

“O-oh, fuck,” you whimpered when one of his inked arms snaked around to your front and stretched down to rub your clit, swollen and throbbing between the pads of his rough fingers. 

Since you’d backed away from the edge not too long before, its overwhelming return was swift and quickly rendered you a shivering mess in his arms as your rhythm came to a rest and the tight circles he drew over your puffy pearl pushed you into insanity. 

Eyes still shut as you were panting for breath, you felt Curtis pluck up your chin and tilt it so that his lips could seize yours. 

Though the blissful pause didn’t last very long before he manoeuvred you around, manhandling you into a new configuration, though all the while never slipping his cock out. 

His palm was heavy against your back as he whirled you around and bent you over the table. Cheek smooshed against the smooth wooden surface, the thunderous snap his hips then offered caused the desk to rattle beneath you. 

However, just as you sensed him begin to lose himself, burying his cock so deep inside of you that it caused you to see stars, the creaking sound of the door to the study swinging open sliced through the lewd harmonies already filling the room.

Even though you couldn’t really glance over your shoulder to see who it was that entered, the recognisable voices that then found your ears calmed your worries about why Curtis’ pace for some reason hadn’t slowed down in the slightest. 

“No, I’m not kidding, that’s really what–, oh,” Bucky’s sentence paused as soon he spotted you, “hello you two.”

You attempted to tilt your head against the table as the last of your roommates came into view, shut the door behind them and stepped closer. 

As you reached out a wobbly hand to grasp Steve’s, he sweetly caught it in his and chuckled at your cock drunk visage, “hey.”

“Hmm–, hi…” you attempted to greet them, Bucky swiftly bending down to briefly be at your height, letting his fingers brush some of your hair out of your face as Curtis’ efforts jolted your frame against the table at every feverish thrust. 

“Was wondering where you guys were,” Steve held onto your hand a little longer as his glance met the blissful gaze of the man who was balls deep inside of you, “I thought she already gave you her little present.”

“You knew?” Curtis tilted his chin, to which you tried to explain with a mumble, though one of your roommates didn’t hesitate to playfully ask you to clarify.

“I’m sorry what was that? You’re being too much of whore right now for me to understand you,” Bucky pressed a peck to your brow before straightening back up, “look, I would have totally told you man, but she threatened us not to ruin the surprise.” 

“Yeah, said that if you didn’t get to take a dip first, then none of us ever would,” Steve added. 

“Aw,” you felt Curtis kneed your bottom as he slammed into you, “you’d really have done that?”

“I did say you deserve the world, so yeah,” you managed to squeak. 

“It’s so cute how sappy birthdays make you,” Bucky smirked, “such a shame not one of us even hesitates to exploit it.” 

As one hand stayed glued to the curve of your ass, his thumb hooked in your underwear to grant not only him but the rest a perfect view of just how well you took him, Curtis’ other hand then stretched out to grasp the half-empty beer that Steve handed him, briefly taking a swig before handing it back. 

“Yeah, she really is just such a good little girl, aren’t you?” Steve found a seat on one of the nearby chairs. 

“Mhm…” you barely caught sight of how both of them palmed themselves for an ounce of relief. 

Sitting down as well, Bucky squinted cockily back at you as your hazy eyes briefly caught his, “what was that, sweetheart?”  

“I’m a–,” you blubbered as Curtis’ cock stretched you so wide that you even felt it press against the sweet spots in your throbbing pussy, “I’m a g-good girl–”

“Yes, you are, baby, that’s right,” Curtis chuckled warmly behind you before offering your ass a swift slap, “the fucking best.”

“Oh, oh! She’s so close to cumming, I can see it!” Bucky exclaimed in an almost mocking tone as your eyes began to roll, “just look at that face,” he nearly jumped to get closer, “so fucking pretty.”

“Come on, Y/n,” Steve leaned back in his seat and squeezed his hard-on as he stared at your fucked out form, “give us a good show. Make it good for the birthday boy.” 

Although, unfortunately, you were already too far gone by then to take any of their lewd comments into account as you tumbled over the edge, floating in the sea of your cheering roommates as a soundtrack. 

After your friend had emptied himself into your haven, he simply slid your panties back into place so that his cum could leak out of you for the rest of the party and ruin your sheer underwear completely, perhaps even give up entirely and run down your shaky legs for all to see.

Bending down to smother you back to life with kisses, you also felt Curtis’ arms tangle around you as he hugged you and slowly lifted you off of the table. 

“You wanna go down and dance?” his low timbre tickled the shell of your ear. 

“Just give me a second,” you breathed through your hazy smile as you fought to blink your eyes back open, “my legs will first have to start working again. Maybe you could take over the music for a second and queue up something slow,” you light-heartedly suggested with an airy chuckle. 

“Don’t you worry, baby,” Bucky smirked from across the table, “we’ll help keep you upright.” 

© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[gamblersdoll]

the car ride home with katsuki was…. quiet, comfortable, and relaxing.

his friends, or moreover his ‘idiots’ wanted to head to some flea market that was another town over. maybe about an hour away, but it was a good day than anything. the silent laughter from both of you naming cars and getting irritated when you cant see one— he keeps your seat low to the ground of his porsche.

“question.” he randomly says breaking the silence. he doesnt bother to look your away, still glued to the roads and a hand on the shift knob. “how do you feel?”

“i feel.. fine?” you question his question, feeling his hand leave the shift knob to your thigh and squeeze. “why? are you okay?”

“im chillin.” he absentmindedly says, something was up with him. you furrow your eyebrows, squeaking softly and feeling heat rush to your folds when he squeezes again. “youve been awfully quiet today.”

“had a headache from the heat, thats all.” you reassured him, watching him nod his head. “you dont have to worry.”

“oh, im not.” he chuckles, his fangs playing peak a boo with his lips. “youre still going to continue to be my good girl, yeah?” he lowly asks, slowing to the stop traffic ahead of him, muttering a “fucking fuck.”

you feel warm and giddy, nodding your head and looking to him. “yes.” you mumbled, earning yourself a hum of approval. “why..?”

“do you remember the last time we went to the next town over?” he also asks, watching your eyes have subtle flashbacks. “yeah, you know what im talking about, princess.” he grins, feeding his hand between the apex of your thighs to cup your cunt. “you know exactly whats about to happen.”

you nod, scooting up just a little bit and tugging your waistband to your leggings. he thought you looked absolutely delicious in them, they hugging the right parts of you. you feel his hand slip between your skin and the elastic, growing surprisingly adorned by you. “fuck, yer already so wet.” he growls, eyeing you and you both make quick eye contact. “must be you ovulatin’..”

you nod, feeling his thumb and pointer finger pinch and roll your clit in between his fingers. you softly moan, the neglected bud aching for his touch all week when he said so many dirty things on the phone. “ka..—“

he slips his fingers forward, softly fingering fucking you with the first knuckle of his middle finger. “one, or two..?” he asks, when he mouths the last part, he plunges two fingers inside of your aching walls. a soft “two!” squeals from your lips, and a nod feigns on his face.

he pulls his fingers out, sliding back up to your clit and he circles your bundle of nerves. “one….” he trails off, switching from circles to strokes of his fingers up and down. “or two..?” he asks, growing a tent beneath his jeans.

“one!” you squeal, thighs shaking from keeping them up for a awkward time.

he slows his right arm, reaching over to shift gears with his left arm. this time, the slow circles are deadly. “one…” he chimes, speeding up his ministrations to his circling. “or two..?” he asks, a coo when a breaking sob erupted from your throat. a ‘two’ slips from you, his shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“katsuki, im—“

“thats okay, be my good girl and come for me, okay?” he says, his circling growing faster. he feels your trembling, his fingers growing feral and continuing their assault to your sore clit.

so sore it makes you see stars, crossing your vision. “oh my god!” you scream, toes curling and back arching off of the leather seat.

his veins pop, his fingers now digging inside your creamy walls and he curls them. “just one more, baby.” he coos, hearing your protest. “just give me one more, thats it..” he softly says, his palm and fingers practically humping your slit as he finger fucks you to oblivion. “thats it.. oh, muffin.”

you tremble, feeling his thick, calloused fingers slip away from your walls and he sinfully licks at them. you cant watch, the sight too embarrassing and you pant.

“put your seat back all the way and lie down, you did so good, baby.”

[scribbles-here]

Kingdom Dance : Malleus Draconia

Summary: After being invited to Briar Valley's Festival of Roses by Malleus, you can't help but notice how exhausted he gets whenever he's out and trying to show you places and food of his homeland. People always try and vouge for his attention, but you have an idea that'll make his experience even better.

A/N: honestly, I found the scene very cute and decided to write something similar for Malleus

Inspired by the song, Kingdom Dance from the Disney movie, Tangled

unedited

"Hey, Malleus I have an idea," You spoke up suddenly, the rumbling of thunder echoed in the distance. You were in some sort of carriage that took you to and from the castle that you were residing at.

"I have noticed that you seem a bit," Wincing, you try to think of something to not offend your horned friend, "stressed, whenever we go to town for the festival, yes?"

Malleus who had been staring out the window, had turned his head and focused on you with a curious look. "It is true, I have been a bit stressed."

It was the last day of the festival and Malleus wanted to show you everything. But alas, on the first day, the residents of the town heard of their future Kings arrival to the festival, they all bombarded you as soon as the carriage door was open.

"Your royal highness, please! Have theses goods, free of charge!"

"No, your highness! Please have some of mine instead! I even brought extra for your guest!"

"Your highness, I assure you that these products of mine are of the highest quality!"

Clicking your heels together in excitement, you scoot your bottom closer to Malleus. "What if I told you that instead of announcing yourself, we sneak our way inside?"

Malleus hums, thumb and pointer finger on his chin in deep thought. After waiting for a good minute or two, Malleus lowers his hand and gives you a smirk. "That doesn't sound too bad, [Name]."

Grinning at each other, Malleus scoops your hand into his and with his other, opens the door with the carriage still in motion.

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"MY LEIGE! WHERE ARE YOU!?" Sebek shouted into the lively town, eyes frantic and scanning every face that past him. Lilia floats next to him, a giggle leaving his lips.

"Sebek, maybe you should leave Malleus be," Silver sighs which causes Sebek to spin around at Silver's words.

"I CANNOT JUST LEAVE MY LEIGE! WHAT IF HE'S IN DANGER?"

This time, it was Lilia who spoke up. "Sebek, you need to give it a rest. Malleus might want some alone time with [Name]."

"THE HUMAN?!" The green haired half fae squawked. "I KNEW IT! I KNEW THAT HUMAN SOMEHOW SEDUCED MY LIEGE."

Placing a fist over his heart, he continues he rant. "I SWEAR TO RESCUE MY YOUNG MASTER FROM THIS HUMAN." And charges through the crowd, on a mission to save his liege from the seductive human.

Lilia sighs.

Hopefully, Malleus evades Sebek long enough to have his time with you uninterrupted.

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With a hood over his horns to keep them hidden, it didn't you drag Malleus by the hand to whatever stall that had caught your interest.

"Oh, what are these?" You asked, drooling at the sight of some food. The lady who owned the stall smiled and quickly made her way over to you.

"These are Briar Valley's traditional sweets," She explained, lifting a muffin towards your face. "Made with the finest ingredients."

"They look amazing!" You dug into your pocket for some change. "How much for two?"

"That'll be 4 thaumarks please."

Pulling out your cash, Malleus quickly covers your hand with his own and brings out his own money. "Please, [Name], allow me."

After failing to convince the fae prince to allow you to pay for both of desserts, the lady wraps the treats and sends you off with a wave. Once you were far enough, you ripped the packaging and quickly bit into yours, nearly moaning at the taste.

Malleus holds his treat in his hand, a smile on his face after watching you gush about 'never trying anything like this,'. Then the peace was shattered by a loud voice that you knew belonged to a certain half fae that seemed to hate your very existence.

"MY LIEGE! I FINALLY FOUND YOU!" Sebek cried and quickly ran towards your location, not caring about the people he ran into.

"Oh shit! It's Sebek!" Panicked, you looked around to try and escape when Malleus grabs your hand and bolts. Confused at this action, Sebek pleas with Malleus to remain still so he can rescue him, but Malleus continues to run and run, until he gently shoves you both in between two buildings.

Heart pounding from how close you were and from the chase, you wait for Sebek to pass by.

"My Liege? MY LIEGE!?" Sebek's voice fades away as he runs into the opposite direction.

Breathing a sigh a relief, you turn your sweaty head to the side to gouge at Malleus's reaction only to realize he's already staring at you. No panting, no sign of sweating, nothing.

Then you burst into laughter, Malleus soon joining you.

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"Oh? What's going on over there?" You pondered, walking ahead of Malleus to the center of the town. Loud music and laughter echoed filled the air, in the middle were folks dancing without a care in the world; twirling, skipping, and they would swap partners after every 10 beats or so.

The melody was catchy, and you soon find yourself nodding your head to it. Malleus takes notice immediately. Smiling his big smile, you love very much and extends his hand out, bowing slightly.

"May I have this dance, [Name?"

Oh. My. Goodness.

He had no idea how badly you're holding yourself from cupping his face and planting a fat kiss on his lips. Maybe let him nibble on your lips with his fangs for shits and giggles-

WOAH WOAH WOAH

RELAX [Name]!!

Giggling nervously, face hot from both the thought and from the way Malleus used his princely charms. Putting your hand in his, the fae pulls you to his chest, and leads the both of you into the crowd.

Moving in sync with everyone else, Malleus twirls you around and tries to catch your other hand in his when you're tugged away from the fae prince. Another person had pulled you away and began to dance with you.

Eyeing Malleus from the stranger's shoulder, you hold back a snort at the fae's pout before he allowed himself to be dragged by the hand to another dancer.

Allowing yourself to dance with many different people, you once again look for Malleus only to find his green gaze already on you. Perking up, you take lead of the dance and try to get closer to Malleus, who notices your plan and does the same.

Twirling the woman who was your partner a few times, she moves on in search for her final partner for the last minute of the dance, you make your way towards Malleus.

Malleus takes long strides towards you, arm stretched out in some sort of desperate attempt to have you in his arms before the song ended.

On the final note, both you and Malleus finally end up in each other's arms again, chests pressed together, panting. Mostly you though, Malleus never seems to be out of breath.

The crowd cheers, for the fun they had, and for the musicians for playing the music.

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Messing with the fabric of the mini-Briar Valley flag in your hands, you peak at Malleus's smiling figure next to you. He seems to be in a good mood.

"So..." You began, tucking the flag into your pocket. "How did you enjoy today?"

Malleus chuckles at your question. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

"Yeah, probably, but I've noticed you haven't been enjoying the festival." You bumped into his shoulder gently. Leaning against the stone wall of a random building, the moon shined brightly. illuminating Malleus's features as he stared into the star covered sky.

"Yes, I did enjoy the festival," He leans tilts his head, hair spilling over his shoulder. "thanks to you, [Name]."

The softness in his voice made your heart skip a beat. Staring into his green eyes was becoming too much for you. If you were to keep looking into those eyes, you'll never find your way back.

Malleus cups your cheek, and you jump, not from the contact but from how close you two have gotten without noticing. Are you about to kiss?

Bending down to your level, Malleus glances at your lips before returning to your eyes, like he was asking for permission. Instead of giving Malleus a vocal response, you wrap your arms around his neck and connected your lips the together, surprising the fae prince from your sudden action.

Luckily, he doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you into his warm body. Deepening the kiss slightly.

Unfortunately, good things don't last forever.

"H-HOW DARE YOU!" A voice screams, breaking the romantic moment you had. "YOU DARE PLACE YOUR HUMAN LIPS ON MALLEUS?! RELEASE HIM FROM YOUR CLUTCHES AT ONCE!"

Maybe you should've taken this a step further and ask Malleus if he wanted to sleep in your room to escape Sebek's onslaught of questions.

Knowing him, he just might take that offer.

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[Name]: Wait, Malleus, how in the world did people not realize you were at the festival? I mean, your horns weren't that well hidden...

Malleus: Simple, I used a spell to conceal my presence.

[Name]: YOU CAN DO THAT?

Malleus: Of course, I learned it from Lilia when I was younger.

[Name]: Huh, no wonder I don't notice Lilia when he scares me...

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Tip jar (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

ALSO this was made before the Rapunzel event was announced so imagine my surprise when I saw long hair Riddle LOL 😭

[heich0e]

sakusa is not a fan of babies.

he thinks they're sort of annoying. and loud. and he doesn't understand why their hands are always sticky.

he doesn't feel any real paternal instinct or drive to have kids of his own, and he never has, but when atsumu's baby looks up at him from the stroller you pushed court-side in the MSBY training gym one afternoon, with his big round eyes and a (frankly kind of endearingly dumb) look...

kiyoomi can admit the kid's not totally repulsive.

"omi-omi!" atsumu chirps cheerfully from the other side of the stroller when he notices his teammate approach, leaning over the handle towards him—in response to which kiyoomi recoils slightly on instinct. "isn't he cute? looks just like me, huh?"

kiyoomi opts to ignore atsumu, and turns to you instead—standing at your husband's side with a wry but affectionately exasperated little smile. you shoot kiyoomi an apologetic look for atsumu's antics while the two of you greet each other politely.

truthfully, you're one of the few visitors to the jackals's training gym who kiyoomi is willing to take a break in his practice to greet. though he usually finds these sorts of disruptions troublesome, you rarely visit and never stay long out of respect for the team's time, so he doesn't mind it quite so much. you're here this afternoon just to drop off paperwork your husband left behind at home that morning, even after you reminded him twice not to forget—which you explain with a pointed look at the blonde at your side. (kiyoomi has long-believed you're entirely too good—too sensible—to be married to a guy like miya.)

greetings aside, atsumu jumps right back into his nonsense.

"so, omi—wanna hold him?"

kiyoomi's lips part to immediately decline the offer, but just before he can get the words past his teeth—

"mimi!"

he freezes.

kiyoomi's gaze flickers down to the little boy in the pram again, more in shock than anything, and finds the baby's eyes are still firmly fixed in his direction—a tiny, semi-toothed grin on display now. "mimi!" the child says again, with that same lilt of excitement and a giggle as his little hand reaches out in the outside hitter's direction.

sakusa glances up at miya suspiciously—notably excusing you from the receiving end of his mistrustful gaze.

"what's mimi?" kiyoomi asks him flatly.

"yer mimi!" atsumu laughs, reaching forward and ruffling his son's hair affectionately. "little guy watches the game tapes with me on rest days so mama here can get some rest of her own. he musta heard me complainin' about ya messin' up yer serves one too many times."

"he picked it up a while ago," you add, shoving lightly at atsumu's arm for his rudeness. your eyes twinkle with mirth as you go on to say: "he always cheers when you're on the screen. i think you might be his favourite player."

atsumu guffaws at the suggestion, balking about the indignity—the betrayal—of it all, but kiyoomi largely ignores him (which he's gotten very good at over the years) and looks down at the baby once more instead. the little boy's hand is still outstretched in his direction, waving enthusiastically for his attention. kiyoomi peeks at you as if to translate.

"he just wants to say hi," you explain with an encouraging smile, coming around to the side of the stroller and crouching at your son's side. you press a kiss to his squishy cheek, and he gurgles happily in response with his hand still waving. "you're excited to see mimi, huh?"

and, well, kiyoomi's just as shocked as anyone else when he reaches out and tentatively brushes the tips of his fingers against the little boy's outstretched palm. even more shocked when he doesn't pull away once the baby's little hand wraps itself tightly around his pointer finger with a delighted squeal.

your son's hand is surprisingly soft—and thankfully not sticky.

and for the first time in his life he can't help but think that maybe babies aren't so bad after all.

at least this one isn't.

(the credit for which kiyoomi gives entirely to you and not your obnoxious husband.)

[reomikagekin]

Can I request a Xeno x reader? I like to imagine Xeno being all shy and sweet to reader. I just love imagining evil characters that are lowkey psychotic to be so hopelessly in love with their partner/crush, just turning to absolute mush when it comes to them 😍

Like maybe the crush started when Xeno and stanley first met the reader as kids, and it was just love at first sight. So ever since then, Xeno has been trying to impress them with all his cool science facts and gadgets while stanley is giving him advice on how to woo you 🤭

Though stanley had enough of watching Xeno show off like a male bird trying to find a mate that he just pushes Xeno into us

“Xeno likes you”

Then he just runs away from the two hoping Xeno grows some balls to actually confess

Since Xeno is like PALE it just makes me giggle and kick my feet imagining him get all red on his cheeks, especially his forehead 🤭

When Xeno gets kidnapped, we also get kidnapped cuz we were like- right next to him when Tsukasa suddenly popped up from the floor. Just Xeno doing his evil monologue to senku on the boat but once we enter the room he’s just like “what makes you think stanley will give up so easily- oh darling! How wonderful it is to see you! How I love seeing your gorgeous face everyday 🥰”

Just this pic but instead we’re stanley 🤭🤭

Also sorry that this is so long 😔🙏

Elegant, Like You

THEN

It started when you were ten.

The first time you met Xeno, he was already wearing a white coat two sizes too big and spouting facts about bone density like a walking encyclopedia. You were just some curious kid tagging along with Stanley, poking around in the lab, asking what every button did.

Xeno had looked up from his experiment with wide eyes, mouth parted like he’d forgotten how to speak. He didn’t say hello. Instead, he blinked, took one long look at your face, and muttered:

“…Elegant.”

Stanley groaned behind you. “You can’t just call people elegant when you meet them, Xeno. That’s weird.”

“I wasn’t talking to them,” Xeno said faintly. “I meant their skull shape.”

You laughed. Stanley facepalmed. And Xeno fell in love.

From that day on, he was hooked.

He invented things just to show you. Magnets that could pull objects across a room, a telescope made from salvaged lenses, a little robot mouse that could follow a laser pointer. You clapped every time, beaming, saying things like “That’s so cool!” and “You’re a genius, Xeno!”

It short-circuited him every time.

Meanwhile, Stanley became an unwilling witness to what he called “the world’s weirdest mating ritual.”

“You look like a parrot trying to impress a mate with shiny trash,” Stanley muttered once after Xeno spent three days building a machine that played music using vibrating test tubes. “Just ask them out.”

“I can’t,” Xeno had said, deeply offended. “This is science. There’s a process.”

“Yeah, and you’re gonna be eighty before you hit Step Two.”

NOW

By the time you were adults, things hadn’t changed much.

Xeno was taller. Paler, somehow. Even more intense. But still hopelessly awkward around you.

He gave lectures to the others like a dictator giving his final speech, but the moment you entered the room, his tone would shift. Softer. Sweeter. Almost boyish.

You were sitting on a bench one evening, looking at the stars through a scope Xeno had upgraded just for you, when Stanley plopped down next to him with a sigh.

“You’re killing me.”

Xeno didn’t look away from you. “Excuse me?”

“Still doing the whole ‘I’m so smart, notice me’ thing. It’s painful, man. Just tell them.”

Xeno adjusted his gloves. “They’re not… they wouldn’t…”

Stanley groaned. “Oh, for—okay. Fine.”

You looked up when you heard footsteps pounding behind you. Stanley grabbed Xeno by the collar and shoved him forward—right in front of you.

“Xeno likes you,” he said bluntly.

Then turned and sprinted away like the lab was on fire.

Xeno stood there, frozen. His face turned crimson—not just his cheeks, but his whole damn forehead. You could practically see steam rising.

You blinked. “You… what?”

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Then opened it again. “I… I… admire your cognitive flexibility… and your facial symmetry and—oh, god.”

He covered his face with one hand. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

You laughed. “Xeno,” you said gently, “I like you too.”

His hand fell away slowly.

“…You do?”

“I have since you tried to explain quantum mechanics to me using apples.”

“That was a poor analogy.”

“It was adorable.”

He swayed slightly. “This is… this is…”

“Elegant?” you offered with a grin.

His eyes went wide. Then he smiled—a real, boyish, melted smile. The one he always hid behind his intellect.

“Elegant,” he whispered. “Yes.”

LATER

You hadn’t meant to get kidnapped. One minute you were admiring the engines Xeno had repurposed for long-range travel; the next, Tsukasa rose from the damn ground like a horror movie villain and grabbed Xeno.

So naturally, when Tsukasa burst out of the ground like a damn mythological beast, you were right next to Xeno when it happened.

“Wait, what the—” you started.

Then you were both grabbed, tossed over shoulders like sacks of potatoes, and carried off at terrifying speed.

The moment you hit the boat, Xeno snapped back into villain mode. Tied up but furious, he ranted at Senku with the dramatic elegance of a stage actor.

You didn’t even think before lunging after him. One blow to the back of the head, and everything went black.

When you woke up, you were in a dim room on a ship. Tied, but not hurt. And you weren’t alone.

You heard a voice in the next room, lecturing someone. Sharp, arrogant, in control.

“…so you see, Senku, your ragtag band of merry science enthusiasts stands no chance. Stanley will not surrender. He is surgical. Precise. We are not playing with rocks and steam engines. We—”

The door opened. You were pushed inside.

“—oh darling!”

Xeno forgot mid-monologue that he was in the middle of threatening Senku.

You blinked at him. “Hey.”

“Are you hurt? Oh god, did they bind your wrists too tight? You animals!” he snapped at the guards. “Do you not understand the fragility of such elegant bone structure—”

Senku stared, deadpan.

Gen muttered, “Oh, he’s whipped.”

Xeno rushed to you, brushing hair from your face with gloved fingers. “You’re here. You’re really here. Oh, your face—how I’ve missed it.”

You gave him a look. “You saw me literally five minutes before we got kidnapped.”

“Still too long.”

“You were giving a speech about global domination.”

He waved a hand. “That was before you entered the room. Now it’s about making sure you’re warm. Are you cold? I’ll give you my coat.”

Gen raised an eyebrow. “Did we just switch genres mid-plot?”

Senku leaned on the desk. “Xeno, we’re still technically enemies.”

“Sure, sure,” Xeno said absentmindedly, tucking your blanket tighter around your shoulders. “Enemies. But this one,” he said, looking at you like you were a star, “this one is everything.”

You sighed, smiling softly. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re the most radiant thing in this dull world,” he said with a reverent kind of affection, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “Let them take the science. Let them take the war. But you—no one takes you from me.”

The room went quiet.

Even Senku looked mildly uncomfortable.

Stanley, somewhere back on land, was shaking his head.

“At least he finally confessed,” he muttered, sipping his coffee. “Took him long enough.”