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sunnami · 1 year ago

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❝i am half-agony, half-hope. . . i have loved none but you.❞

summary: how the marauders loved you in their time. featuring harry potter the time-traveller and sixth-wheel.

pairing/s: poly!marauders + lily x reader.

tags: reader is referred to as she/her and a mother throughout the whole fic[!], reader is a violent gremlin who craves blood but the marauders love you for that, implied child abuse[!], mentions of blood and violence[!], disgustingly sappy poetic fluff, no angst, happy ending, not proofread we die like finnick odair, edited: very minor detail.

note: there is little plot, it’s just the marauders and their adoration for you. thank you all so much for your kind responses to my first marauders fic :(( ilysm! i hope you enjoy this one as well! because there are parts when i was writing that i ended up kicking my feet in the air and smiling to myself.

“MY NAME IS HARRY POTTER. I come from twenty-years in the future, you’re my mum — one of my ‘em, actually. It’s complicated. And you’re married to James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black.”

You blink.

“Get the fuck out of my room!”

Harry James Potter has dodged many things in his life. Killing curses, jinxes, girls, Draco Malfoy, and Dudley’s sloppy punches, but he’s never had to dodge his sixteen-year-old mother’s fuzzy slipper before. (Godric, that sounds weird, even in his head.) He doesn’t know precisely how he arrived here. In the Slytherin common room, to be exact, in your dorm. Harry remembers duelling with Death Eaters, Hermione calling his name, and a flash of light hitting him square in the chest, then he remembers waking up in the cold tiles of the snake dungeon. He nearly throws himself off the window when he meets your eyes, bleary from interrupted sleep — it’s not often he gets to meet [read: one of] his dead parents, after all, three had been brutally murdered by Voldemort, and one killed by his own loony cousin. He misses Sirius, though. A lot. And right about now, he could do with some of Hermione’s nagging and brilliant plan-making.

At present — or past, Harry guesses — he watches you scramble out from your duvet, hand clumsily reaching for your wand as you snarl at him. He wonders if his mother knows that he’s encountered other creatures far more threatening than her. Oh shit, he realizes with all the forces of an angry Hermione Granger, isn’t this the last thing he’s supposed to do? But, well, Harry has given, and given, so much of himself all for the greater good — just this once, he’d like to see his parents alive and well. Even if they were currently trying to blast him into the walls.

“If you’d just let me explain, mum—!” Harry pleads, nearly dropping his glasses after dodging one of your stinging hexes. Godric, you’re crazy. “Please!”

“Stop calling me that!” You screech, eyes set ablaze. Harry finds that you’re quite dynamic with your attacks. A hairbrush, followed by a stinging jinx, then a thick History of Magic textbook — which rudely hits him in the face, but he doesn’t dare complain because you’re his mother, and he’s respectful like that — and after you’ve exhausted your breath, running him into a corner, and your nostrils flare with the stubbornness of a lion, you point the tip of your wand at him. “If this is another one of the Prewett’s shitty pranks, I want you to leave! You are in the girls’ dormitory beyond midnight, and so help me, if you aren’t walking out that door in the next five seconds, I will kill you and string you up by your bottoms for everyone in school to see! Maybe all your stupid rumours of me being a Death-Eater might come true after all!”

“You’re a Death-Eater?” Harry asks dumbly.

You growl furiously, and Harry figures that was not the right thing to say. “I wonder what McGonagall would say if I delivered your head to her on a silver platter.”

“Professor,” Harry corrects with a toothy grin. “Professor McGonagall.”

You slam his head against the wall.

Definitely the wrong thing to say.

Harry groans, little Dobby heads floating around his vision. Why was this so much harder than actually facing Voldemort? Quick, he needed to think of something, otherwise he’d end up eviscerated to ashes on your cold, stone floors. Harry is pretty sure you’d use his remains as decoration to send off a message to your enemies.

“You hate your father,” Harry slurs through the pain, remembering Remus’s stories of how you were the gentlest magical being he’s ever had the privilege to love — now that Harry thinks about it, Remus was being extremely biased, nothing about you is gentle at all. “He’s forcing you to marry someone old enough to be your grandfather. You love to read Muggle literature but had to stop when your father burnt your whole collection of books. Your favorite novel is Persuasion by Jane Austen. It’s the one book you carry with you everywhere, you could never get tired of it.”

Your grip on his shoulders falters, but the fury in your eyes crackles. “This isn’t funny.”

“It’s not meant to be funny, mum,” Harry croaks, voice cracking pathetically — strange how this is the most he’s ever uttered the word, mum; it’s a peculiar string of letters, foreign on his tongue. “You have tremors in your left leg from when your father cast the Cruciatus curse on you. One of your dearest friends is a Hogwarts house-elf named Pipley. You cheated on your Transfiguration essay once, and—”

“That’s enough!” You bark, eyes narrowed in dangerous slits. “I don’t know where you heard those from, you creepy, little stalker, but if you want to keep breathing, then I suggest you shut up.”

Harry scoffs — you don’t understand. Everything he’s learned about you is from Sirius and Remus. They talk about you with whispered devotion, your name like a prayer on their lips, their eyes glazed with wistfulness as though they could see you reaching out for them — but you were dead in Harry’s time. Yet, you might as well have been alive with their tales of you.

(“She’s a different kind of beautiful,” Sirius had said, a year after breaking out from Azkaban, sitting by the fire in Grimmauld Place, taking a swig of decade-old firewhiskey, “The kind of beautiful you don’t want to take your eyes off from because you’re afraid she’ll disappear from your eyes. But you won’t forget her, oh no, you’ll memorize the freckles and moles on her skin, the scars from her years, the light in her eyes, and the way she holds her head up high. You should have seen her, James, she. . . she was — is glorious.”)

“I told you,” says Harry firmly — although he loves his mother very much, she’s beginning to wear him out, “My name is Harry James Potter, I come from twenty-years in the future. You are one of my parents.” A lightbulb flashes in his head. He squirms in your hold, reaching for his robe pocket until he finds the thing he’s looking for. Harry dangles the ring in front of you, grinning in success when your eyes flash in recognition. “It’s—”

“A family heirloom,” You say breathlessly. The alexandrite winks under the light, a familiar gold band with the Latin inscription of your House words. “Where did you steal this from?”

Harry rolls his eyes. “You left it for me in my Gringotts vault. It’s my heirloom now. You have to believe me, there’s no way you can deny this.”

You take a step backwards, nibbling on your lower lip, as you stagger to your bed — Harry nearly stumbling to catch you in case you fell; adjusting to the living proof of time travel was quite difficult, he, of all people, should know. He exhales, dragging a hand down his face. “Magic, amirite?”

You throw a pillow at him, which he catches gracefully thanks to his Seeker reflexes, as you plop down in the comforts of your quilts. “Sleep. The other girls won’t be back until the end of the holiday. We can deal with whatever this is in the morning. It’s way too early for me to process the idea of a future Potter spawn following me around.”

Harry smiles. “Yes, mum.”

ONE THING THAT his fathers failed to tell him about you, and that Harry had to learn himself, was that you took ages to get ready. You sat on the chair in front of your vanity mirror, the birch wood legs whittled with snakes, and it was as though you had a Sticking Charm on the cushion. Harry didn’t know there could be so many creams, oils, and serums, and powders one put on their face. He blanches when you turn to offer him a cream for his under eyes. (“Suit yourself.” You shrug, turning to brush your cheek with dusts of pink. “Just saying, those dark circles aren’t doing you any favors.”)

“What am I like in the future?” You ask, a kind lilt to your voice, much like a warm hug, much like home.

Harry stiffens, shoving his hands in pockets of the robes that were twice his size — you had given him the garments of Lucius Malfoy to change in, which you apparently had stolen from his room. It’s come full circle, really, the Sorting Hat had once told him he would be great in Slytherin, and now here he was, looking fabulous in green — because he was about to hurl at the feel of the velvet on his skin, knowing slimy Lucius Malfoy had worn it. (“No son—” You pause with a tight purse in your lips, as if you still can’t accept the fact. Harry doesn’t blame you. “—no son of mine will be parading around in red of all colors, future or not.” And Harry finds that he really doesn’t care, so long as you call him your son.)

“Loved,” replies Harry gruffly, avoiding your eyes in the reflection of your mirror — they were piercing. One look and Harry wanted to spill all of his deepest, darkest secrets. He remembers the photographs in his album, the one he’s stared at so many times as a child. It’s a moving photograph of the five of you, fresh out of Hogwarts, each wearing a smile that stretched from ear-to-ear. Before Sirius and Remus, it was the only semblance of proof that Harry had — that you had once been alive. Remus is holding you by the waist in the picture, twirling you around as autumn leaves fell. You were — are — loved, and Harry thinks there’s no better description than that.

(“I bloody hated her cat,” says Remus with a roguish quirk to his lips, regalling Harry with more talks of his parents. “Sirius, too. We just never got along with the little creature. But your mother loved it, and we would have done anything to make her happy. She deserved it, you see. She deserved more than what I had to offer her, but still she chose me anyway. And I am a selfish man, Harry, I crave glimpses of her and the whispers of her voice. She has made me a mad man whose only reprieve is her touch.”)

You hum knowingly. “Stupid question, I guess. Since you aren’t allowed to reveal anything more about the future.” You sigh, gracefully threading your arms in the sleeves of your shirt, a green tie in the center of your collar. “Except, of course, when you gave me a heart attack in the middle of the night by telling me the last thing I want to become — no offense, I just don’t see how a relationship with those rowdy bunch would work. They get on my nerves far too much for me to ever feel anything other than disgust.”

Harry doesn’t need a mirror to see that his expression has contorted in confusion; brows knitted and upper lip crinkled. By their memories of you, you all were madly in love in Hogwarts. Damn. This just made his trip to the past a lot harder. No maze seems to be ever just a maze.

Luckily, you don’t notice him brewing a grand master plan to bring his parents together. Instead, you say, “But you don’t seem to be phased by any of this. If I had been thrown twenty years into the past, I would have puked my guts out twice at some point.”

“Thanks for the image,” says Harry with a scowl. Truthfully, it had either been a present with a noseless Dark Lord to face, trauma to unpack but really never have the chance to, or a past where all of his parents were alive, and a chance to talk with them for however long he has. He knows where he’ll be staying, thank you very much.

“Anytime,” You reply with an impish smile.

Your heels pad across the floor as you walk over to him, mouth clicking as you pat the top of his head, full of wild, untameable Potter hair. “You need a trim soon,” You mutter, frowning, as you brush the thick strands away from his eyes, then you gasp — and Harry knows exactly what’s coming next. “Oh, you’ve got Evans’s eyes. That’s freaky.”

“I know.” Harry grins.

“Here’s the plan,” You say as you lead him out of your room, making sure no one saw him walking out of your door and getting the wrong impression — because that would be so wrong on many levels, but also, explaining to someone else that the person beside you was a time-traveller was just complicated in general. The Slytherin dungeon is unfamiliarly familiar, eerily quiet, as the two of you made your way out. “Just say you’re Potter’s distant relative, twice or thrice removed, and you’ve always been here. If you lie to their faces enough, they’ll believe it eventually.”

“Will that work?” Harry doesn’t really mind — he needs a connection to James, his father, if he’s going to work out a connection between you and the others, because at the moment, it doesn’t seem like you’re too fond of them. There’s a tick on your jaw every time you mumble the word, Potter. Nevertheless, Harry decides he’s going to spend the duration of the holiday break trying to set you up with them — on the list of most insane things he’s ever done, living out the Parent Trap was high up the tally.

You shrug. “They’ve fallen for less.”

(“She’s got this adorable habit when she lies,” Sirius tells Harry, whipping up a stack of pancakes for their breakfast — Remus browsing through the morning paper. It’s the closest he’s ever been to a normal family. “It’s not obvious to her, of course, but I know her more than I know my own name. So we play along with it.” For a moment, he stops drizzling the maple syrup on the well-cooked batter, gazing at Remus fondly. “D’you remember that, Moony? She led us straight to one of her pranks, and we ended up covered in slug slime. She was so obvious — with her adorable fucking giggles. I need help with Charms, she said, and we knew right away it was a set-up. But it didn’t matter. I’d happily let her lead me to my ruin.”)

The Great Hall is the same as Harry remembers. Now that most have returned home for the holidays, those who stay back mingle with students from other Houses, sharing meals under the bewitched ceiling, their low murmurs and hushed Christmas greetings bouncing off the walls. Harry scours the four tables to find a hint of blazing red hair, or the scent of impending trouble. Fortunately, he doesn’t have to search very far. As fate would have it, James Potter finds you — and where he is, Sirius Black is sure to follow.

You’re barely seated when James comes bounding over to your table — more precisely, he struts, and Harry is horrified to ever be proven wrong by Snape, of all people. He ignores the roll of your eyes as he drags a leg over the bench, sitting to face you as Sirius occupies the space to your left before Harry can even sit down. He can’t even fathom how weird it is to see his parents as rambunctious teenagers. Lovesick, rambunctious teenagers.

“Morning, dove.” James preens under your glare, stealing a grape from your bowl with a boyish smirk. His hair looks as though he’s ran his hand through it many times. “You look ravishing today.”

“As always,” Sirius pipes in. “But that eyeshadow really isn’t complementing your skin tone, my darling.”

You smile at him, right before your lips twist into a cutthroat sneer. “Piss off, Black.”

James stifles a laugh as he shovels a mass of potatoes on your plate, then pumpkin pasties, and slides a steaming cup of Dragon Well tea in front of you.

“What the hell are you doing, Potter?” You reach over to smack his arm when he sprinkles apple slices and bacon on your breakfast.

“What does it look like?” James smiles lopsidedly. “You need to eat more, honey.”

(In the future, Sirius will tell Harry, “It started off as a joke, a way to get on her nerves — but then, it just became this thing about taking care of her, making sure she got enough sleep before her tests, wondering if she had breakfast or dinner, staying with her in the library, walking her to the Slytherin common room, and sending her stupid notes just to make her laugh. You don’t get it, Harry. I’d give my every breath to ensure her life. We all would.” Harry doesn’t see Sirius any more during that evening, but he hears a bottle crashing against a wall, cracking into a million pieces, and the masked sound of Sirius sobbing, and Harry decides to leave him alone for the night.)

Then, you tear your eyes away from James — he huffs, pushing your plate to you, mildly annoyed that you’ve deprived him of your eyes; they were his favorite part of you, you see, so expressive and full of life; James thinks you put the stars to shame — and thankfully, you remember that Harry still exists. You lightly smack Sirius’s leg until he gives Harry some room to sit. “Potter, meet other Potter. It’s the holidays, shouldn’t it be the perfect time to let go of House prejudices and spend time with family?”

James looks at Harry up and down. “You must be from dad’s side of the family with all that hair.”

Harry lets out a breath of relief. That was easy — way too easy. When he takes the vacant space in between you and Sirius, you dump all the available food on his plate, just as James had done for you.

“Eat,” You say with a tone of finality. “You look like the wind could snap you in half.”

“Yes, m—” Harry stops himself before he could finish his sentence, avoiding Sirius’s curious gaze.

“Wow.” Sirius pokes Harry in the shoulder and in the cheek. “You really look like a mini-James, you’ve even got his terrible eyesight.”

“Oi!”

Your fork clatters against the silverware as you turn to Sirius with a shrill. “Not that I do enjoy your company — because, trust me, I do not want you here at all and would very much prefer if you got out of my sight — but why are you here? The Gryffindor table is over there. Unless your housemates finally got sick of you, Potter, which I can definitely see happening.”

James chuckles, tossing another grape in his mouth without taking his eyes off you. “It’s as you said, isn’t it? It’s the time for putting aside House prejudices. And I think it’s a lovely day to enjoy a meal with my favorite snake.”

“Drop dead,” You retort, digging into your chicken with a little more force than necessary.

“Oh, dove.” James shakes his head, a teasing grin pulling at his lips. “It’s cute that you think death will keep me from you.”

(Harry’s been told before, probably by Sirius, that this line had been wedged into his wedding vows for you. “A dramatic one, James was,” Sirius chuckles to himself one morning, Harry and Hermione listening intently, “He always said he’d rather die than ever hurt her. There was this time in seventh year, they had a fight — it was ugly — and she had ignored him for a week. James cried in Remus’s arms begging him to cut his heart out, saying that he didn’t deserve to keep on breathing, not after making you cry.”)

“That is so creepy,” You say in disgust, scrunching your nose. Sirius chortles at your side. “I still wonder why Evans agreed to go out with you.”

“It’s all part of the charm, dove.” James winks. “It’s all part of the charm.”

Harry wants to barf, actually.

After breakfast, James then decides to introduce Harry to Lily, Remus, and Peter. (He’s gonna need the patience of a saint to not Avada Kedavra that rat on the spot.) Harry had spent the whole morning watching Sirius peel oranges and give them to you with a smitten look in his eyes — naturally, you gave whatever Sirius offered you to Harry, and each time Padfoot would visibly wilt. If he were in his Animagus form, Harry thinks he would be whining by now, tongue out and all. James and Sirius follow after you like lost puppies when you extricate yourself from the table.

“Where are you going?” James calls, hot on your heels as you leave the Great Hall.

“Away from you, Potter!”

And James actually sighs when you turn the corner and disappear from their peripheral vision. Seconds later, he turns to Harry with a blinding smile, “She’s definitely charmed.”

Harry chortles.

“Well, come on then!” James guffaws as he wraps an arm around Harry’s neck — this is so, so strange. They begin walking in the opposite direction of where you went. “I still can’t believe we’ve got another Potter here and in Slytherin. I think I would have remembered Minnie calling your name during the Sorting Ceremony. What year are you in?”

He’s supposed to start his sixth-year in a few weeks. “Fifth.” Technically.

“We should ask Lily,” says Sirius, hands in his pockets and ebony ringlets tickling his nape. “She’s got the best memory out of all of us.”

It’s odd, Harry thinks, meeting the person who’s got his eyes — or the other way around, as people have told him. It’s like someone carved out the emeralds of Lily Evans’s eyes and bestowed it upon Harry for safekeeping. She sits beside Remus Lupin, head resting on his shoulder, hands clasped together, as they enjoy the shade. Nex to them, oblivious to their intimate conversation, is Peter Pettigrew — with his rosy, cherub cheeks and innocent blue eyes; not at all the image of a pathological, cowardly liar. Their heads snap in attention as James boisterously cries for their name.

“Marauders — and Lily-pad — meet ickle Potter.” James lightheartedly whacks Harry on the back, to which Harry feels his lungs spill out from his mouth, he’s sure there’s an imprint of his father’s hand on his back now.

“There’s two Potters in Hogwarts?” Sea-green eyes look at him in scrutiny as Lily knits her brows. “How even is the castle still standing?”

James cackles like it’s the best joke he’s ever heard in his entire life, slapping his knee for dramatic effect. Oh, well, at least they’re buying Harry’s half-baked lie. At this point, it’s not even baked, it’s just wet, soggy, and poorly done. “Good one, Lily-pad!”

Sirius ruffles Remus’s shaggy blonde hair, canines bared in a wide grin. “This one here’s Moony, uptight prefect in the morning and absolute beast in the evening.”

Harry blanches. Surely he was talking about his furry problem, right? Right?

Remus doesn’t even flinch, just peels off Sirius’s hand from him and extends his hand out to Harry. “Please do not mind him. Remus Lupin, nice to meet you. Although, I can’t believe this is the first time we’ve met. We would have definitely remembered if we had another Potter in our midst.”

“It’s true, we Potters are just hard to forget,” says James, smiling cheekily.

Harry pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “Mum didn’t take the Potter name. I’m part Dursley. Muggle.”

Lily hums, toying at the ends of her bright hair. “Dursley, huh? What a familiar name.”

“It’s a common one,” Harry assures her — not at all the names of the people who would take him in after they died. And make his life miserable.

“I suppose you’re right,” says Lily, unconvinced.

“And this is Peter.” James introduces the boy eagerly, pride in his voice — as though this isn’t the person who literally allies himself with Voldemort. As if Peter won’t betray his friends all because of fear.

“N–Nice to meet you,” Peter stammers with a nervous fidget, “Any family of James is a friend of ours.”

Harry’s eye twitches.

IT IS ALMOST COMICAL — the way their eyes land on your figure, bursting through the courtyard from the corridors, winter cloak swishing with every step, tendrils of hair swaying in the crisp wind, and head held up high, thick books under your arms. You pause in front of the Marauders, face blank, then you turn to Peter, greeting him with a: “Hello, only Gryffindor I can tolerate.”

Peter’s cheeks burn a saccharine hue of pink. Oh, no, no, no — absolutely not — Harry will not stand for a little crush Peter Pettigrew has on his mother. He needs James to act now. “Hi,” Peter replies shyly.

Lily quirks her lips. “Hello, princess, see your score for the Astronomy test yet?”

You scowl. “Zip it, Evans.”

The sound of Lily’s laughter fills the atmosphere — it’s the sort of melody that makes flowers bloom in deserts. “Had a bit of difficulty with the star charts?”

Sirius pinches your cheek — Harry thinks you’re going to murder him on the spot. “Difficulty? I think this one just slept through the whole thing.”

James snickers. “Must have been one hell of a nap, princess. You were drooling on my jumper.”

“I most certainly do not drool!” You gasp, appalled, eyes wide as you step away from Sirius.

Sirius rolls his eyes. “What? Is drooling too barbaric for the pretty, little pure-blooded princess now? Newsflash, pet, you’re just as human as we are.”

“Oh, you horrible, loathsome, infuriating—” You whip around to beat his chest with the course book in your grasp — it’s the kind of book Hermione would consider for light reading.

“Irresistibly attractive—?” Sirius supplies for you, grin widening with as he captures your wrist with his hands.

“In your dreams!” You shrill.

You exhale slowly, eyes closing, chest rising when you take a sharp inhale. You open your eyes and stare straight at Harry — for a moment he fears that you’ll bite his head off. “Harry, dear, will you accompany me to the library? I think I’ve found something important regarding your situation.”

Harry nods. “Is it time already?”

“Yes,” You say firmly. “And time is of the essence. Come on.”

“Wait!” Lily calls out to you as you turn to head back to the castle, Harry in tow — he tries to avoid the way James is glaring at your linked arms. “Hogsmeade next week?”

Your jaw falls to the ground — this must have been unrehearsed, if the others’ reactions were anything to go by; Remus had dropped his book in shock, Sirius looked like he couldn’t decide between applauding Lily’s bravery or shaking her, and James was somehow frozen in time. “Excuse me?”

“You’re excused, princess,” says Lily, dimples poking out of her cheek as she takes another step towards you. “You, me, Hogsmeade. A date. I’m sure you’ve gone on one of those before.”

Harry elbows your stomach as you stare at Lily in shock. It takes a few moments to break you out of your stupor. “A–And what makes you think I’ll just go with you?”

Lily shrugs. “I’m fit. Aren’t I, Remus?”

“The fittest,” says Remus without missing a beat.

You laugh incredulously. “Do you just expect me to go along with this? You’re mad, Evans.”

Harry glares at you. You need to go along with this.

“Are you scared, princess?” Lily’s face is inches away from yours, noses almost touching — Harry doesn’t know if he should keep watching this painful way of flirting — as she grins at you, happiness barely contained within her eyes.

To your credit, you don’t back down. (Harry has to say this for the masses: he saw your gaze flitter down to Lily’s lips for a split second.) “Stop calling me that, Evans.”

“One date, then.”

You growl in exasperation, eyes flickering to the boys behind her back — pretending not to hear their conversation. “I suppose I’ll have to deal with them as well?”

Lily beams and Harry swears sunflowers could grow in her direction. “We’re a package deal.”

“Unfortunately,” You utter — but Harry notices it, the lack of venom in your voice. You straighten your posture, nose lifted haughtily, “I choose where we’re going.”

“Done.” The sun peeks out from the cloud just as Lily smiles at you.

“And I want to—”

“Done,” Remus interjects raspily, peering up at you from underneath his lashes. “Anything you want, it’s yours.”

You fight a growing smile, but continue, “If we’re going out in public, you’re going to have to wear—”

“Done,” says James giddily, he looks as though he could kiss you in front of everyone without a care in the world.

“You can’t just agree to anything I say!” You flap your arms in frustration.

“Yes, dear,” Sirius teases.

“Do you know how much you piss me off, Black?” You squawk. “Because you are this close to—”

“You are so fucking beautiful,” Sirius confesses, every pretense shed raw from his skin, sincerity pouring from his words.

“I—” You falter, heat rushing to your cheeks. “You’ve gone mad.”

“It’s your fault, dove,” says James, eyes twinkling like crescent moons as he smiles. “You best take accountability for this.”

“You’re incorrigible — all of you,” You say as you avoid their gazes.

(But they were yours. Past, present, and future. They loved you so much that their soul was no longer their own — it was yours; yours to keep, yours to break, and yours to love. It would be unjust to ask them why they loved you. Do we ask why the sun rises each day without rest? Do we ask a daisy to stop blooming, or a tree to stop growing after it has endured storms and floods? After all, we do not ask why humans follow the light in a tunnel shrouded in darkness.)

“Come on, Harry, let’s go.” You reach for his hand, he notices immediately that the tips of your ears are pink, and your palms are warm with sweat. He barely sees Peter wave goodbye before you tug him in the direction of the castle entrance.

“Wait up!” Remus catches up to you two in quick strides, offering to carry your books for you — not that you agree, stubborn Slytherin that you are. “I’ll walk you to the library.”

“There’s no need for that, Lupin, thank you.” You dodge his eyes, lips tightly pressed together, nails slightly digging into Harry’s arm.

“Remus,” He says with a twinkle. “Call me Remus.”

“Alright.” You pause. “Remus.”

(In that moment, Remus wonders if you remember decking Lucius Malfoy in the face to defend him in your fourth year. He didn’t think he deserved to even breathe in the same air as you — the pure-blooded princess, dressed in clothing worth more than his life, adorned in jewelry he could only dream to afford, raised to believe she was better than everyone else. Then, you beat up Evan Rosier the next month in the courtyard, eyes ablaze, extravagant silk marred with grass stains and mud, and knuckles split open. You spit blood on the ground, looking at Lily then back at Rosier. “Red,” You say, kicking him one last time in the stomach, unafraid of McGonagall’s wrath growing louder and louder. “Just like everyone else. Like those Muggleborns you fear. We’ve all got dirty blood, Rosier. Suck it up.”

“I’ll tell your father about this!” Rosier bellows through bloody teeth.

“Tell him!” You grab his neck and slam your forehead against his. “Tell him that I decide my own future now!”

Remus doesn’t even have to think about it.

He falls in love.)

FUNNILY ENOUGH, IT’S LILY who gives you her heart first, before anyone else does. It’s the last month of her first year at Hogwarts — it still hasn’t quite sunk in yet that she was a witch. Her, not Petunia, but her — Lily Evans, the witch. Apparently, some people can’t believe it either. A girl from Ravenclaw calls her this foul word, she’s heard it a few times now but it always hurts the same. James and Sirius get into a fight for her honor, now faced with detention later this evening. But she can’t help but wonder, what if they were right? What if she really didn’t belong in this world? It was too good to be true, anyway. Perhaps she’ll just run a flower boutique with Petunia.

“Oi.”

The sound of your voice startles her, and she nearly topples over in the Great Lake. Lily catches sight of your Slytherin colors and resigns herself to another round of name-calling. “What do you want?”

“They’re wrong, you know,” You tell her, ignoring Lily’s question. You look down on her with your nose raised arrogantly — she wishes she could be like you. Born to be magic. “You’ve got a terrifying brain locked up in your head there, Evans. And they know it, too. They’re scared.”

Lily scoffs. “I’m just a Mudblood to them. There’s nothing to be intimidated by.”

You sneer. “Don’t say that word. You’re more than that. More than them. They’ve got long ways to go to prove they have a place in this world. But you — you’ve defied the odds and you were destined to become magic. You don’t have to prove anything. You have the right to be in the wizarding world and no one can take that away from you.”

Then, you pivot on your heels, not bothering to hear her reply. “You’re my rival now, Evans. Do keep up. We’ve got an Astronomy test tomorrow. I look forward to seeing how you do then.”

Lily just gapes. She’s certain there’s butterflies in her stomach. Her heart thumps wildly against her ribcage. Lily raises her hands to feel her blushing cheeks. There’s a light unfamiliar sensation in her stomach — like the urge to kick her legs and scream into a pillow, or more precisely, chase after you and hold your hand.

She stiffens.

Oh.

part two

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Thirsty

~7k words, Roommates series, Eunbi, smut

“Yo, far side of the bar, they’re still here.”

“I told you, tonight I’m chilling,” you replied, sipping your drink casually. “Take Mint with you.”

“Come on, there’s three of them and I know the one in the middle is your type.”

“Let it go, Jae,” Mint laughed, coming to your defense. “It was hard enough to convince him to come out tonight. There’ll be other girls.”

“Yeah, but I want that girl,” Jae complained. “And this handsome fucker knows the success rate of a three versus three is way higher than a two versus three.”

“I can’t lie, the friend in that little black dress is pretty fucking hot,” Mint added. “But you’d probably fumble this one anyway, you’ve been struggling tonight.”

“Man, I didn’t give a shit about that last girl, she wasn’t even my type,” Jae waved his hand in front of his face. “This girl, though? No chance of fumbling this one. I need to talk to her.”

“What, we’re not good enough for you anymore?” Mint picked up his own drink and took a sip. “You know, you’re allowed to go out and just chill with the boys from time to time.”

“That’s what I’m saying,” you agreed with your friend. “We rarely go out and don’t talk to girls.”

“Yeah it’s rare because your ass hates fun now,” Jae retaliated. “Gotta get you to a knitting club or some shit with all that ‘I refuse to find a girl in a club’ shit you’ve been spewing lately.”

“It’s true, I know I’m not finding the one in a club, especially not one like this,” you laughed while waving Yujin, one of the bartenders, over to get you another drink.

“He has a point,” Mint agreed. “It literally hasn’t worked out for any of us, and Jae you definitely have the most experience in that regard.”

“Also look, your three-man just turned into a two-man,” you commented while accepting your drink from Yujin and handing her a tip. “My girl just ditched them.”

“Perfect, come on MInty, let’s go,” Jae laughed. “You said you liked that little dress.”

“Great,” Mint sighed. “Let’s go add another failed two-man to the history books.”

The three of you laughed together before all of you picked up your drinks.

“Cheers boys,” you held your glass up, laughing as the three of you hit your glasses together. You took a hefty sip of your own while your friends finished theirs. “If the third girl comes back, I’ll step in. Good luck.”

“We don’t need luck where we’re going,” Jae puffed his chest out in confidence.

The two of them walked over to the girls while you watched, leaning against the bar. They actually seemed quite receptive, both of them were laughing at something Jae said. Within minutes, Mint had his arm around the girl he was interested in, and she could not stop staring at him. Jae’s girl was a bit more reserved, but she wouldn’t stop laughing at whatever he was saying.

“I feel like I should warn you,” Yujin leaned over towards you. “That girl your buddy is talking to is roommates with the girl he was talking to last weekend.”

“Oh shit, for real?” you burst out laughing. “Well, I guess he’s in for a surprise if it works out. What about the girl in the dress?”

“Never seen her before, but she seems incredibly sweet,” she answered. “What about you, couldn’t find a girl tonight?”

“What do you mean, I’m talking to one right now.”

“That doesn’t count, it’s my job to talk to customers.”

“Is it also your job to give your number to customers?” you smirked.

“You might as well delete it with how often you text me,” Yujin replied without missing a beat. “And if you say that any louder I will get security to carry you out of here.”

“Don’t worry, I was about to get going anyway. Could you close my tab?”

“Wow, calling it early tonight?” Yujin asked while tapping away at the screen.

“Yeah, I’m exhausted,” you answered. “Plus, it looks like those two are going to be pretty busy,” you motioned towards your friends. Jae had his tongue down his girl and Mint looked like he was absolutely in love with his.

“I guess you’ll have to get a drink with me another night,” Yujin held your card out for you.

“I still gotta finish this one,” you motioned towards your half emptied drink. “You could join me.”

“We agreed that when we eventually get a drink together I’d have to be on that side of the bar,” Yujin replied.

“You’re right, in that case,” you picked your drink up and downed it. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Have a good night,” Yujin leaned over the bar to give you a quick hug and kissed you on the cheek.

Before leaving, you quickly stopped by the bathroom. As soon as you walked in, a pair of girls left one of the stalls together, their clothes making the most feeble attempt at covering their bodies. The first girl was about to walk right past you, but she stopped when her friend paused.

“Why are you in the girl’s bathroom?” she asked you, clearly a little bit tipsy, or perhaps a lot tipsy.

“This is not the girl’s bathroom.”

“It’s not?” she gasped, eyes wide, looking around.

“No, it’s not,” you chuckled, carefully with two fingers adjusting her strap so that it was on her shoulder properly. “So, I guess I should be asking you, why are you in the men’s bathroom?”

“I was just letting my friend eat my ass,” the girl hiccuped.

“Wony, what the fuck,” her friend came back and grabbed her arm.

“Let go of me!” she squealed, yanking her arm away. “I found the love of my life.”

“Well, the love of your life needs to go piss,” you chuckled, turning to walk away from her.

The girl, Wony, stuck her arm out to stop you. Her friend looked so defeated, standing there and watching the events unfold.

“Let me hold it for you,” Wony mumbled as she fell forward.

“Whoa there,” you caught her in your arms, holding her up and stopping her from hitting her head against the wall. “How about we take a seat for a second.”

“I want to sit… on your cock…”

“Alright! That’s enough!” her friend came and grabbed Wony, dragging her away from you. “It’s time to leave.”

“Do you need help?” you asked her friend as she started dragging Wony away.

“It’s- fine-” she gasped as Wony broke free of her grip again and ran into you.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” she moaned as she latched onto you again. “Please eat my ass.”

If only this girl wasn’t borderline blacked out right now, because she was fucking gorgeous. It was a shame, but you weren’t going to even consider accepting her advances in this state, that wasn’t your cup of tea. You very carefully, while watching your hand placement, tried to get her off you, but it was futile - you decided just to carry her out of the bathroom while her friend watched.

“Here, sit down for a second,” you placed her gently onto one of the empty couches where her friend sat down next to her. “I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t leave me,” she whined, reaching out for you with both hands.

“I’m coming right back,” you grabbed both of her hands in yours and shook them playfully. “I promise.”

You couldn’t deny it, the way she nodded was quite endearing. She was still incredibly pretty, but now she was also absurdly cute. Once you felt confident that the girl, Wony, wouldn't fall over, you walked over to the bar.

“She’s cute,” Yujin teased, handing you the glass of water she already knew you came to get.

“She’s drunk,” you shook your head before thanking Yujin and heading back to the girls. Once you arrived back at the table, you handed Wony’s friend the glass of water since Wony was barely conscious at this point and holding a glass would not be in her best interest.

“I appreciate the help,” the friend said, accepting the glass and placing it on the table before reaching her hand out to you. “My name’s Gaeul, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you,” you replied after giving her your name and shaking her hand. “And don’t worry about it, just make sure she drinks some water.”

“Also, what she said about me earlier, that was just a joke,” Gaeul added sheepishly.

“Even if it wasn’t, I’m not judging. That’s your business, not mine,” you replied casually. “Are you guys going to be alright getting home?”

“Yeah, we should be fine, some of our friends are by the bar, we came together,” Gaeul answered kindly. “Thank you again!”

“No problem, have a lovely night, and make sure she drinks that at some point,” you replied warmly before getting up.

Just as you were about to go back to the bathroom, a girl standing by the bar caught your attention. There were pretty girls everywhere, but this one stood out well above the rest. She was perfect - absolutely flawless. Everything from her posture to her expression, the way her outfit accentuated her beautifully fit body, showcasing her phenomenal rack, you just knew you had to talk to this one. You saw her separate from the group briefly as she was putting her empty drink back on the bar and decided that you needed to take the opportunity.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but you look like someone who I need to buy a drink,” you opened with as you leaned against the bar next to the girl.

“Oh do I?” she smirked, turning to face you properly.

It was incredibly difficult to keep your eyes up; She probably had the best tits you had seen in your entire life. Luckily for you, her face was also unbelievably pretty - this girl was unreal - so it wasn’t much of a punishment to keep eye contact with her. This girl really had it all.

“Yes, you absolutely do,” you waved Yujin over and held up two fingers, pointing to the glass the girl had placed on the bar and mouthing ‘please’.

Yujin nodded with a smile and began making the drinks.

“I appreciate the gesture,” the girl smiled while reaching into her purse. “But I think I’m the one who owes you the drink. I saw you taking care of Wonyoung over there.”

“Oh, you know her?”

“We go to school together,” she explained. “She’s actually my roommate.”

“You guys go to-” you began while gesturing towards the direction of your school when Eunbi interrupted you.

“Yup, we heard all the students love this club. It’s our first time here.”

“Wait, you’re not a freshman are you?”

“We’re both juniors, but neither of us lived in dorms before,” she laughed. “You?”

“Senior, been in dorms since the start,” you answered.

“I guess that means you come here often?”

“You could say that. Also, I didn’t help your roommate to get a free drink out of it,” you reached forward and blocked her from taking her card out of her purse. “How about you let me get these since I’m the one who offered, and you can thank me by telling me your name.”

The girl smiled at you, slumping her shoulders in defeat, accepting that you weren’t going to allow her to buy. She took the glass from your hand with a little nod of thanks while you began reaching for your card.

“Don’t worry about it, this one’s on the house,” Yujin winked at you before walking off.

“Would you look at that, now you don’t have to feel guilty,” you smiled, holding your glass up for her.

“So, I guess that confirms you’re a regular,” the girl chuckled while tapping her glass against yours and taking a sip with you. “My name is Eunbi.”

“Alright Eunbi, explain something to me,” you put your glass down.

“What’s up?”

“How is it that I’ve never seen you before?”

“Maybe you have.”

“Trust me, I wouldn’t forget it if I had,” you smiled at her.

“Well, it’s a big school,” she giggled, looking away for a second in embarrassment. “I was mostly a go-home-after-school type of girl.”

“Then I guess I should just be grateful that I ran into you tonight.”

“You definitely should, I’m not really one to go out like this.”

“Could have fooled me,” you looked her outfit up and down. “You definitely know how to dress the part.”

“That’s very sweet of you,” she smiled again, once again slightly embarrassed by the compliment. “Unfortunately, I think my friends are trying to leave.”

“I don’t see why that has to stop us from talking.”

“What are you implying, you want to stay here?”

“Here, somewhere else,” you answered. “Wherever I can talk to you some more.”

“Well, it is kinda loud here,” Eunbi looked around the club.

“My place is pretty quiet right now,” you commented while looking over at Mint who had his tongue down his girl’s throat now. “And it doesn’t look like my roommate is going to be bothering me tonight.”

“You’re going to invite me over after just meeting me?” Eunbi asked. “That’s a bit quick, no?”

“I’ve been enjoying your company so far and I’d love to get to know you better,” you replied with a smile before pulling out your phone and texting the group chat to let them know you were leaving. “But if you’re not comfortable with that, wanna at least put your number in my phone before we forget?”

“Depends, are you texting your girlfriend right now?”

“Girlfriend?”

“I don’t know, gut feeling,” Eunbi explained.

“Here,” you held your phone out to her. “I got nothing to hide, I was texting my friends to let them know I was leaving.”

Eunbi took one look at your phone and immediately bent over laughing.

“Condom broke, we awoke?”

“Blame my friend Jae for that one,” you smiled at her reaction.

“That has to be one of the best group chat names I’ve ever seen,” Eunbi giggled before looking at your phone again. “Alright, you can have my-” she stopped speaking abruptly and her cheeks turned bright pink. “Prettiest girl you’ve ever seen?” she mumbled, looking up from the phone.

“What, I tell my boys how it is,” you replied casually. “I never lie to them.”

Eunbi gave you back your phone and turned around to run over to her group of friends who were still standing there watching her from a few feet away. She began telling them something that earned you some peeks from a few of them. Wonyoung was asleep on Gaeul’s shoulder at this point, the latter flashed a smile at you while Eunbi talked. After about a minute or so, she quickly scurried back towards you.

“You’re not going to murder me, right?”

“Probably not,” you answered.

“Good enough for me,” Eunbi giggled. “Alright, I accept your offer.”

“Are you sure your friends are cool with this?” you asked, staring at Eunbi’s gorgeous eyes while in your periphery you could see her friends all staring at you. “I feel like I’m the one who should be worried about getting murdered.”

“You’ll be fine if you kiss me.”

“If I kiss you?”

“Yeah, they’ll probably trust you then,” Eunbi stared back into your eyes - she was serious.

“Only one way to find out,” you replied, slowly leaning forward.

The skill of Eunbi’s lips was not something you were prepared for. You closed your eyes, cupping her face in your hands, relishing in the sweet taste of her strawberry lip gloss, enjoying the enthralling nature of her soft lips. You couldn’t even hear the music anymore, in your mind the only thing left in this world was the girl you were making out with. As you felt her hand on the back of your neck, you moved one of your hands to her back, holding her warmly.

Once the kiss finally ended and you two separated, Eunbi held her face in front of yours, staring deeply into your eyes. She was adorable, absolutely the prettiest girl you had seen in your entire life. Her round eyes, expressionless face, the way she held herself right in front of you.

“Did it work,” she asked, never breaking eye contact.

“I don’t know.”

“Are you going to check?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I can’t stop looking at you.”

She kept staring back, but now she was smiling and her cheeks were turning pink again.

“Whatever, it was just an excuse to kiss you anyway.”

“You don’t need an excuse to do that.”

“Do you ever stop flirting?” she asked.

��How about we start walking and you can find out for yourself,” you suggested, holding your hand out for her to take.

“We gotta finish our drinks first though,” Eunbi picked your glass back up and placed it in your outstretched hand.

“Let's do it properly then.” you suggested, holding your arm up slightly.

Eunbi wrapped her arm around yours, interlocking your arms at the elbows. She smiled brightly at you before bringing her drink up to her mouth. The two of you started drinking together. You finished your drink a few seconds before her and watched as she scrunched up her face trying to catch up. With your arm locked with hers still, all you could do was watch patiently as the adorable girl chugged her drink until she successfully finished it.

“Definitely not your first time,” you chuckled, taking her glass from her.

After placing her glass on the bar you grabbed a couple of napkins which you held out for her so that she could wipe her lips. She, however, had a different idea, and instead of accepting the napkins stuck her face out and pouted her lips at you. You smiled again, using the napkins to wipe her lips for her - this earned an eruption of little screams and squeals from her friends which you ignored. Eunbi grabbed your hand with a smile and pulled you out of the club without looking back at her friends a single time.

“Finally, I can hear my own thoughts,” you sighed as the brisk night air hit your skin.

“And what are those thoughts telling you?” Eunbi asked while letting go of your hand and spinning in a circle playfully.

“The same thing my eyes are,” you responded while looking over at Eunbi. “That you look even more stunning under the moonlight than I could have ever imagined.”

“I guess that answers my question,” Eunbi laughed, stumbling slightly before balancing herself.

“You’re not also drunk, are you?”

“Oh please, I can handle my liquor way better than Wonyoung,” Eunbi giggled, swaying slightly as she stood there with her hands on her hips. “I’m barely tipsy.”

“How many did you drink tonight?” you asked while walking up next to her and grabbing her hands.

“We were taking shots earlier…” she squinted her eyes as she was trying to remember. “Three? Four? I don’t know.”

“Plus at least two drinks.”

“That’s your fault,” she whined, pouting again. “I was fine until that last one.”

“It was your idea to chug it.”

“Oh yeah,” she giggled before latching onto your arm. “I’ll be honest, I think I’m feeling that last one hit me…”

“Have you been drinking water? Want me to get you some?”

“No it’s fine, I’ll drink some at your place. You have water right?”

“Of course I have water,” you chuckled.

“Then let’s go!” Eunbi giggled again, hopping cutely. “I’m getting cold.”

“We could grab a cab if you wanted,” you suggested as you started walking.

“It’s like a five minute walk to dorms, we’re not getting a cab,” Eunbi dismissed the idea, shivering slightly as she held onto your arm.

“Here,” you lifted your arm up and pulled her closer to your body, wrapping your arm around her shoulder. “Sorry I don’t have a jacket tonight, no drama-esque scene for us.”

“It’s alright,” Eunbi smiled as she held onto your body. “This’ll do. You smell really nice, by the way.”

“Just give me a warning if you’re about to throw up, I like this shirt.”

“Real funny,” Eunbi rolled her eyes at you. “I told you, I’m just tipsy.”

“So what’s the occasion tonight that led to you getting ‘just tipsy’, Friday night?”

“Wony passed some stupid quiz or something and wanted to go out,” Eunbi answered, the little girl shivering slightly. “Friday night is not enough to get me to go out, I told you I don’t do this often.”

“Celebrating a quiz? Wow, you guys sure are good friends.”

“I kinda owed her for something, otherwise I meant it when I said I really don’t go out like this very often.”

“With how quick you were to take any excuse to get out of there, I almost believe you,” you chuckled, giving her just a little bit of a squeeze to let her know you weren’t being serious. “Or maybe you just didn’t want to deal with your drunk roommate.”

“She’s a bit of a brat at times,” Eunbi giggled. “Don’t get me wrong, I love my roommate.”

“I wasn’t questioning it.”

“Good, with how much we do for her, you better not question it.”

“How much you do?”

“Look,” Eunbi giggled. “That girl is as bi as they come, I never know if she’s going to bring a guy or a girl back to the dorm. Thank God we have separate bedrooms.”

“Ah, so that’s what you meant by you owed her.”

“It’s not like that.”

“Hey look, it’s fine if you’re in a relationship with your roommate,” you teased.

“Me? No,” Eunbi laughed. “Our friend Gaeul on the other hand, she’s been coming over almost every night lately.”

“Oh yeah?” you replied, hoping she would elaborate.

“Wonyoung is fucking shameless, I swear,” Eunbi giggled while shaking her head. “She had Gaeul… this might be tmi…”

“No such thing as tmi in my eyes.”

“Look, we’re touchy and all that, I even kissed her tonight as a dare,” Eunbi continued. “But Gaeul… Wonyoung has her do everything to her.”

“Should I even ask?”

“All I’m saying is that the mess they left in the room tonight before we came out is part of the reason why I’d rather go back to your place,” Eunbi giggled.

“I hope you’re not expecting my place to be pristine, I wasn’t expecting company tonight.”

“As long as there aren’t plugs and beads all over the room, it’ll be better than ours.”

“Who said there wouldn’t be?”

“I… guess I didn’t account for that,” Eunbi giggled again. “Which floor are you on?” she asked as your building came into view.

“Third.”

“Oh! Same as us!”

“Wait, you’re also in this building?”

“Yeah,” Eunbi answered enthusiastically. “In the girl’s wing, of course.”

“Thanks for confirming, I was totally questioning that part,” you replied while scanning your ID to open the door. “Now I’m even more upset that I haven’t run into you before.”

“Well, now you know I’m only one hallway away from you, no more excuses,” Eunbi walked through the door you held for her.

After a short elevator ride and walk, you found yourself at your door. You opened it up, holding it for Eunbi to enter before following her into the room.

“Oh wow, this is my first time in a guys’ room,” Eunbi commented while looking around. “It looks just like ours.”

“Were you expecting something different?” you chuckled while walking past Eunbi towards the kitchen. “Here, drink this,” you poured her a glass of water which she accepted graciously.

“Thanks, that walk honestly sobered me up quite a bit.”

“Good, unless you wanted to stay tipsy,” you replied. “All we have right now is some shitty rum or some shitty vodka.”

“I’m alright, thank you though,” Eunbi smiled before putting the empty water glass down. “Can I see your room?”

“Yeah, of course,” you walked over to your bedroom door and entered your room. “Wanna sit?”

“Sure.”

“Go ahead,” you motioned towards your bed. “Mind giving me a second, I still really need to run to the bathroom.”

“No worries,” Eunbi smiled at you before looking around your room, admiring the various vanity items.

In the bathroom, you took a quick piss and then quickly reapplied some cologne. You checked your hair in the mirror, made sure everything looked good before heading to the kitchen where you grabbed yourself a glass of water, chugging it before heading back to your room.

“Did you want anything by the way, a drink-” you froze when you entered the room and saw Eunbi had taken off her top, leaving her in just a blue bra. “Oh.”

“Come sit,” Eunbi patted the bed next to her where you walked over and sat down. “You deserve some credit.”

“What for?” you asked, sitting down on the bed next to Eunbi, your eyes no longer able to avoid her tits.

“Not once have I caught you looking at my chest tonight,” Eunbi giggled. “Come on, I’m not stupid.”

“I gotta admit, you haven’t been paying enough attention,” you chuckled. “They’re too fucking beautiful, I couldn’t help myself.”

“At least you’re honest,” Eunbi smiled, leaning closer towards you. “You know, you’re allowed to touch them.”

“Quick to the point, are we?”

“I can put my top back on if you want,” Eunbi commented with an expression of fake concern.

“That won’t be necessary.”

The way her gorgeous smile began shining as soon as you grabbed her tits in your hands couldn’t be compared to anything. Nothing was hotter than a girl with self-confidence, and Eunbi absolutely knew what she was packing. Her tits were so fucking perfect, and they felt as amazing as they looked. So soft, molding into your fingers and you squeezed and squished them in every direction.

“Kiss me again and I’ll take the bra off, too,” she whispered, replacing her smile with the most seductive gaze humanly possible and opening her mouth slightly.

There wasn’t even a second of hesitation before you pressed forward with your mouth. You kept one hand squeezing her tits while the other lowered down towards her hip. Once again that delightful taste of strawberry blessed your mouth as Eunbi wrapped her arms around you, feeling up and down your toned back.

She was so fucking irresistable, you couldn’t detach from her body. You had to keep kissing her, you had to keep feeling her, you had to have her. She was too beautiful for this world - for all you knew, this was just a dream. Who fucking cared, you’d never wake up from this if it was, and that would be alright.

Without even stopping the kiss, Eunbi began reaching behind her back to unstrap her bra. You quickly reached around her body to help her, unstrapping it immediately and tossing it to the side. It didn’t even matter that her tits were completely out now, you didn’t want to stop kissing her yet to take a proper look. Slowly, you pushed forward until Eunbi was laying on her back, both of her hands now cupping your face while both of your hands were groping her chest.

This continued for a few more minutes, both of you were addicted to the other. Eunbi now had her leg bent and wrapped around your hips, you had one hand on the back of her thigh holding it up. Your other hand was still pressing into her soft tits, rubbing her nipples from time to time. Your hand slid up the back of her thigh, and for a bit you ended up palming her soft ass.

“You’re so fucking good at this,” Eunbi moaned from beneath you. “And you’re really fucking hot.”

“Right back at ya,” you smirked before shoving your mouth into her neck, kissing her clavicle.

“I don’t usually do it on the first night,” Eunbi moaned, grabbing your hair and pushing your head lower so that you were squished between her tits.

“That’s fine,” you gasped for air before taking her nipple into your mouth, sucking the nub until it was covered in your saliva. “No pressure.”

“I can make an exception tonight.”

“Should I grab a condom?” you asked excitedly before moving your mouth to her other tit and showing it the same love.

“No need, I’m on the pill,” Eunbi let go of your head and started pulling her skirt down.

“Leave it,” you insisted, sliding down your bed and reaching your hands up her skirt. “May I?”

She nodded with a giggle, loving your little act of chivalry, bending both of her legs so that her knees were up and bringing her hands to her tits, playing with them aggressively. As soon as her panties came off, you shoved your face between her legs. Just like that, within minutes of getting her in your room, you had your face in front of this dime piece of a girl’s pussy. A sharp inhale filled the room as you planted a kiss on her pussy - pure ecstasy to your ears.

Instead of sucking on her beautifully shaved pussy, you decided to slow it down, tease her a bit. You pressed your lips against her soft inner thigh, holding against her skin for a few seconds before kissing. Then, the same on the other leg, alternating with each kiss, moving closer and closer to her pussy. Once you couldn’t get any closer without actually placing your mouth on her folds, you started licking circles around her.

“Stop fucking teasing me,” Eunbi whined, squirming her lower body incessantly.

The corners of your lips curled upwards. You were going to have her begging soon, but you also needed a proper taste of Eunbi’s sweet pussy. With all the enthusiasm in the world, you gave her a singular lick from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to her clit where you sealed her clit with your lips. With the slight tang of her pussy now on your taste buds, you started jabbing your tongue against her clit.

“Oh yeah,” she began moaning before her moans swapped to screams as you shoved, without warning, two fingers up her pussy. “Oh fuck!”

Her entire lower body lifted off the bed briefly as you pushed two knuckles deep into her pussy, but the real surprise came when you felt her pussy squirt right onto your chin. You sat up on your knees, pulling your dripping fingers out of her snatch.

“Sorry,” Eunbi gasped, her chest heaving. “I should have… warned you…”

“Don’t apologize,” you wiped your chin with the back of your hand before ripping your shirt off and tossing it to the side. “That was really fucking hot.”

Eunbi didn’t have any time to feel embarrassed because as soon as your shirt came off you had shoved two fingers up her vagina again, this time thrusting them back and forth aggressively while your other hand started rubbing circles against her clit. It was sensory overload, you could tell by the way her face scrunched up in raw, unfiltered pleasure, and also by the droplets that began flinging out of her.

“Come on,” you grunted, speeding up your thrusting even more.

Suddenly, you got what you were looking for. Eunbi began gushing, spraying all over your arm, your chest, and your bed. She still had her eyes closed, but as her body once again lifted off the bed, she kept squirting all over anything that dared exist in front of her pussy. Once she stopped, you pulled your fingers out, and that led to a gush of liquid spilling out of her. Without missing a beat, you shoved your face between her legs and began lapping up her mess.

“Oh my fucking God,” Eunbi sobbed, her pussy literally trembling against your tongue. “Please.”

It was so fucking addicting. You couldn’t stop, you needed to suck every drop out of her pussy. You wanted to drown in her, your brain wasn’t working anymore. Eunbi’s wet pussy was your salvation. There was no way to know it now, but you’d be thinking about sucking Eunbi’s pussy for the next week.

“Stop,” she cried out, grabbing your hair with her hands. “I can’t…”

With her hands threatening to pull your hair out, you finally obeyed her wishes and held your face still. Other than the occasional lick of your tongue, you simply enjoyed the pulsatile squirts coming out of Eunbi’s pussy directly onto your chin. Once she finally stopped, her squirts being reduced to the occasional dribbles of fluid, you pulled back and sat up on your knees.

“You’re really fucking hot,” you said nonchalantly, wiping your chin again with the back of your hand.

“Come here,” she moaned, reaching her arms out for you.

As soon as you moved forward, she began kissing you again. Her hands found your buckle, undoing it swiftly and unbuttoning your pants. She fumbled around your crotch some more until her hand made it down your underwear, pulling your cock out.

“Want me to suck it first,” she whispered into your mouth between kisses, stroking your cock gently.

“Fuck that,” you spread her legs wide for you to get closer.

“Hold up,” Eunbi got up and turned you around so that now you were laying on your back with her on top of you. “Let me.”

Eunbi, her body right above yours, began rubbing her pussy with her palm before grabbing your cock and spreading her fluids along your shaft. She held your cock with one hand, lining it up with her pussy, and slowly started to lower herself onto your cock. You grabbed her skirt, lifting it up just in time to see her drenched pussy lips spread to accept your cock. She lowered herself lower and lower, pausing once she was all the way down, scrunching her face in delectation as her pussy adjusted to your size.

The girl knew how to move her hips, clearly showing off as she started moving up and down your shaft slowly. Her soaked pussy moved effortlessly as she started bouncing up and down your cock. Your hands found their way to her ass, gripping it tightly while she did all the work, working your cock like an expert.

“You’re so fucking hot,” you grunted, starting to push your hips into hers.

Eunbi started leaning forward, her massive tits hanging in front of you, shaking and jiggling each time she bounced on your cock. They were beautiful, shining as her efforts began leaving a thin layer of sweat all over her soft skin. She was beautiful. The way her face scrunched up as she felt each inch of your cock, she was irresistible. How could a girl be this perfect?

It was overwhelming. You didn’t have it in you to lay there, you knew you had to properly fuck this girl soon or else she was going to make you erupt with how good she was at moving her hips. Your hands left her ass and slid up her back, pulling her tits closer to your face until your nose was pressed between them. With your arms hugging her tightly, you stopped holding back.

“Oh fuck yes!” Eunbi screamed at the top of her lungs as soon as you started slamming your hips towards the roof. “Uh!”

It was such a blessing knowing most of your hallway would be out tonight, sparing you from dealing with the repercussions of a noise complaint, because Eunbi was loud. Equally as loud as her screams was the sound of your body slapping against her sweat-coated skin. At this point you had no idea if it was her sweat coating your legs or the absurd amount of fluid this goddess of a woman had squirted on you tonight.

Everything became a blur of wetness, tits, and Eunbi’s screams. The profanities Eunbi were shouting into your room would surely get you expelled if your school could hear them. If it wasn’t a moan or a cry, it was a mixture of the most lust-driven mumbles of salaciousness. Even with how loud Eunbi’s voice was, she could barely be heard over the wet slapping of her pussy getting fucked.

As much as you wanted to switch up the position, you couldn’t. You physically could not detach your face from Eunbi’s tits - it was not possible. Not that it really mattered, Eunbi was making it very clear that she was enjoying this. In fact, she could not have made it any more clear than she already was, especially with how her body had started squirting all over your cock now. The only disappointment was that as you felt Eunbi’s wetness coating your crotch, you knew you were quickly approaching your limit.

“I’m close,” you huffed into Eunbi’s tits.

There was no way to be sure if Eunbi heard you, not until at least she started bouncing her hips up and down with every bit of enthusiasm in her little frame. She didn’t just want you to cum in her, she wanted to make you cum in her - It was out of your control now. There was no stopping it now, you felt the pressure, the sensation, the pleasure all building up in your cock.

With your hands now squeezing onto Eunbi’s ass for dear life, your face pressed as far into her tits as it could go, you held on for dear life as your cock blew its load into her pussy. She kept moaning, kept moving her hips, despite it being impossible for her to know you were adding to the mess of fluids in her pussy. The only indication would have been the strained moan you let escape your lips as your cock pumped again and again, emptying itself into her.

With one final pump, your entire body went limp. Your hands fell to your sides, and all you could do now was breathe deeply against the softness of Eunbi’s tits. She lay on top of you for a bit longer in silence, moving her hips just enough to feel your cock still inside her as it also began to relax.

“Holy fuck Eunbi,” you broke the silence, trying and failing to sit up.

She didn’t even reply, she simply giggled as she lifted herself up. Slowly, she moved up and let your cock fall over, completely coated in a mess of cum and all of Eunbi’s bodily fluids. Eunbi reached past your body, once again giving you a beautiful view of her massive tits hanging down towards your face, and grabbed a few tissues. She wiped between her legs, not that it mattered with how much of a mess everything was now, before standing up, leaving you on your bed gasping for air.

“Do you mind if I borrow a shirt?”

“Yeah go ahead,” you panted, your chest heaving up and down with your eyes closed.

“Can I take this one?” Eunbi asked.

She looked so embarrassed when you opened your eyes to see her holding the shirt you were wearing earlier.

“Sure,” you shrugged, sitting up in your bed, finally catching your breath. “Bring it back whenever, you know where I live.”

“I promise I will,” Eunbi smiled, slipping the shirt on. It was too big for her, and she looked adorable in it. She quickly checked her phone before giving you a disappointed look “I’m really sorry to rush off like this. I would have loved to spend more time, but I need to check up on Wony.”

“Don’t worry about it at all, go take care of your roommate. I’ll see you soon?”

“Abso’ fucking ‘lutely you will, especially after that.”

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A/N:

Um, Eunbi is really hot. I just HAD to write her at some point. Initially I planned to make this like a 15-20k word fic, but after talking to some other writers I decided to break it up for the sake of readability (yes, that means I have already planned out the plot for the next two parts, and yes I have already started working on them). I could have written it all out and edited it properly, but that dopamine rush of posting a fic is too strong.

Hopefully you guys enjoy, this is a little different from my typical style in the sense that it's an alternate universe fic! I just had this idea and felt like writing it out, I might end up doing more of these style of fics if I get some more ideas that I feel like writing, especially for idols/groups who I don't follow as closely. Let me know what you guys think, as always, appreciate the support!

#kpop smut #smut #kpop fanfic #male reader #fanfiction #eunbi smut

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elodieunderglass · 5 months ago

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for the horse asks: appaloosa?

Appaloosa - What's your favorite horse color(s)?

I don’t really have one but I LOVE when horses and ponies are what they’re supposed to be!

I’m also a huge fan of the primitive markings, and general Lascaux cave horse appearance.

So like I wouldn’t say flaxen chestnut is my favorite AT ALL, but the Haflinger!! . yes you are a cobby little horse with a big butt that needs to be a flaxen chestnut!! and everyone understands this. Perfect animal. No need to track changes. Also I do love when a horse has a bit of texture in their mane and tail, so respect to Haflingers for being the rare wavy-haired horsie. I don’t even like blondes so you see what I mean here about it just being the pure synergy of intention and form and style, the Haflinger just is perfectly complete.

And then a brunblakk fjord horse. The mealy muzzle. The dorsal stripe. Black ear tips. Someone from 20,000 years ago is grasping my hand across space and time and we are crying together about how perfect a thick little horsie can get. Granted the fjords always have the weirdest haircuts in the world, but you can see exactly why. This horse is so perfectly what it’s supposed to be that you can’t resist scrungling it a little bit. Also another animal that IS its name like: all Norwegian Fjords LOOK like the breed name is Norwegian Fjord, and they ARE all named things like Freya. As they should be. This is an animal that is exactly what it should be.

You know how horse people compliment each other’s horses by saying they have a kind eye? It’s hard not to have a Kind Eye if you are a brunblakk Norwegian Fjord.

And of course, my baby, my darling, my moorland mousie, the feral shaggy brown/bay with mealy markings that is the Exmoor Pony. You look at this tubby beastie and you say YES. YES YOU ARE BORN TO BE A LITTLE BEASTIE ENCOUNTERED SUDDENLY ON A MISTY MOOR . The sculpting of the contour colours! Some sculpture artist would spend hours with an airbrush trying to do that! and they just wake up in the morning , eyeliner: on, eyeshadow: on, lipstick: on, cheeks: contoured, muzzle: mealy, dapples subtle, ready to go. Can’t even see their eyes half the time, but underneath 25 pounds of luscious pelted mane they’re wearing natural mascara. And for what? Living full time on rocks in the rain, baby!! This is a cave painting horse and it always will be!

The reverse of that of course is horses who Shouldn’t Be That Color. For example I am a little bit upset by this chestnut Shire, who isn’t a flaxen chestnut and probably should be. What are you doing baby? You need some leg markings sweetheart. Can we just dye your mane and tail black maybe, you have bay energy. Ughhhhh I’m trying not to be prescriptive. Ughhhh all horses are beautiful and beauty standards are fake but ———— - sweet child we HAVE to style you somehow!!!! You are a Shire!!!!! WHAT IS THIS??

And I love - LOVE! - a grulla/grullo. Obvious reasons: I like primitive markings, and I have the aesthetic taste of a small child. Who doesn’t secretly love a deviantart sparklehorse?

but I will be the first to admit that it is a razor’s edge between a really lovely grulla horse who reaches back to touch our shared history and knowledge of ourselves, an unbroken thread of beauty that should be painted in a cave under an ancient mountain, like a jewel of the earth: and a necromantic vessel that was bred to encourage possession by evil ghosts, to be harvested regularly and sold at retail prices by some midwestern white woman as part of some tortuous work-from-home scheme. And I do understand this. I know this about myself and about grullas. Like, this one is a horse that probably shouldn’t - we probably shouldn’t have done this. You know?

Do not ask about cremellos.

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dejwrld · 2 months ago

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coming back on to say fuck donald trump & elon musk. also fuck every single person who voted for trump. fuck ice. fuck jd vance who look like he’s product of fucking incest. fuck trump kids while we at. fuck teslas. fuck cybertrucks. fuck melania trump, idc how many fashion houses style you…fuck you too. fuck all the people who voted for trump cause of tariffs and don’t even know know what a tariffs are. fuck all the people he pardoned for that jan 6th shenanigans (but tbh the way it’s looking like, karma is slowly snatching some of you guys up bit by bit final destination style). fuck the Latinos that voted for trump, baby girl (saying in gn term) trump supporters do not care…they see you speak a lick of spanish…they’re calling ice on you, fuck jill stein for crawling out the hole she be living in every 4 years when election comes around. fuck all the twitch/other platform streamers that are slowly indoctrinating young boys down an alt right pipeline. fuck israel. fuck all politicians that would rather accept a lobby check than being in their political positions for the people. fuck the swole neck man that killed ace in one piece. fuck the coon black man that ruined my morning when i saw a clip of him in 4k live calling donald trump daddy. fuck the republicans who comment under people who are genuinely afraid of what’s to come for the next 4 years with “we won” (as if this is a sporting event :/).

but i love you to the people who are sharing and expressing empathy to their friends and family as y’all are trying to navigate through this. i love you to the people who are posting pics and videos of ice sightings. i love you to the people sharing resources like gardening tips. i love you to the people who are buying banned books. i love you to the people who are still teaching their kids about black history. i love you to the people who never stopped talking about palestine, congo, sudan, etc. i love you to the people who are still being hopeful that america won’t continue to be pushed further and further into the grasp of billionaires like elon. i love you to the people who are standing up against bigotry. i love you to the people who are standing against elon doing a nazi salute (twice). i love you to the people sharing information that seemed to be not being shared on mainstream media. i love you all (except trump supporters).

#remember to take care of yourself within these times #both american followers/moots & non american !!#it is okay to take a break from being informed #inhale & exhale!#inhale & exhale & breathe!#love y’all!

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drunk-person · 7 months ago

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Healing Kisses

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader

Summary: After an injury on a normal day of training, Aemond Targaryen has difficulty understanding what it feels like to be cared for by his sweet wife, mainly because he is not used to receiving healing kisses.

WARNING: +18. Fluff, Fluff, Fluff and and a little bit of hot, Aemond trying to understand feelings, a bit of blood, basically a lot of softness, no description for the reader.

Word cont: 2.600 k

Author's note: Ok, I was minding my own business and this story just slipped my mind and ended up on my phone. I hope you guys like our guy trying to understand what love is hahaha 💕💕💕.

It had been about two months since Lady Y/n had gotten married, to Prince Aemond Targaryen. From the first day she saw him, she found him a disturbing man, with his silver hair, the black eye patch over one eye, the marked jaw that looked like it could cut the tips of her fragile fingers. He always seemed to be watching everything going on around him with trained eyes that she swore could see right through her.

Y/n's mother had prepared her her entire life for marriage, but not for a marriage with Aemond. Nothing was as she expected, since her husband seemed to have his own way of doing things, always silent and taciturn, just muttering from time to time, and most of the time she couldn't even decipher what he was saying, she didn't even know if he was speaking the same language as her at times.

The most unexpected thing of all, considering how reserved he normally behaved, was the fact that he liked to touch her when they were together in the martial chambers. Y/n felt her skin boiling every night with every touch he directed at her, sometimes harder, sometimes softer, but always firmly squeezing her waist, hips and breasts. Always doing things to her that Lady Y/n had not thought possible until marriage, and that just the mere thought of it made her blush and feel her skin heat up. The way he lay against her back after having poured himself inside her to the last drop and kept squeezing her breasts in a languid and soft way made her shiver.

But Y/n wasn't satisfied. She couldn't accept the fact that her Husband had such passionate touches for her at night, but didn't let her get close to him during the day, either physically or emotionally. Y/n respected him in that regard, aiming for nothing more than to be a good and obedient wife, but she wouldn't give up so easily. And with this in mind, she began to try to include herself in Aemond's daily activities and personal tastes.

Reading about the history of his ancestors, observing his favorite foods, sewing his clothes personally and even reading an old book she found in the library written by a maester who promised to teach Valyrian to even the most obtuse person. Which only made her feel even more foolish since she didn't understand a thing.

One of the best parts of trying to include herself in her husband's daily routine was watching his daily training, she usually did it in the morning after breakfast and even after a whole month watching him fight she still hadn't gotten used to the fact that he was so good, the sword seemed like an extension of his own arm and she had to restrain herself from sighing a few times while admiring him.

Until one particularly boring afternoon she decided to go down to the courtyard, since the library was very stuffy and she heard a maid saying that Aemond was fighting with Sir Criston Cole. As soon as she arrived, she leaned on the windowsill along with some other ladies, smiling as she watched her husband a little below, but the smile died on her lips a few minutes later when Aemond didn't dodge fast enough and Cole's blade wounded him in the left shoulder, drawing blood and staining the knight's sword.

Y/n's eyes widened when she saw her husband's blood and she felt her stomach churn. Aemond put his hand to his wounded shoulder and frowned, then returned to the fight furiously, disarming Cole, who apologized to the prince, but said that it wouldn't have happened if he had kept his guard up and focused.

Aemond just put away his own sword and walked with long strides into the Keep. Y/n could barely see what was in front of her, she just walked towards her husband with her eyes burning with concern.

-Husband! - She tried to reach him, but Aemond was walking too fast towards his own chambers. - Husband, please wait! Your arm is injured, you need to go see a maester!

Aemond entered the chambers, leaving the door open as he passed, as his wife followed closely behind.

-It was just a scratch, wife. - Aemond stated as she looked at him with tears in her eyes. - I'm going to be fine, it doesn't even hurt.

-Husband, if you're not going to let the maester look at this wound, at least let me take care of you! - She begged in a very worried voice, approaching him.

And with a snort, valuing his peace of mind, Aemond removed his doublet and undershirt, which had bloodstains at the site of the wound.

-By the gods, husband! - Y/n's eyes widened when she saw his shoulder. - How can you tell me this is just a scratch?

-Sit down here! - She pushed him down onto the chair with a very stern voice, and Aemond frowned - she had never used such a tone with him, always gentle and submissive to his wishes. - Don't move, I'll get hot water and an herbal ointment.

A little while later she returned with a basin full of water and a tray filled with things that a maid had brought. And Aemond watched with a very serious frown as she leaned over him with a clean, damp cloth, cleaning the coagulated blood with a very concentrated look on her face.

He barely realized that she had spoken to him, completely lost in what was happening.

- Husband? - She called him a little closer, stopping to clean the wound.

- Mmmm? - Aemond looked at her slightly confused when he finally realized that she was talking to him.

-I asked him if by chance it hurts. - She smiled, now using her usual sweet and gentle voice and Aemond didn't know why his belly warmed, but not with the excitement that had become so common in the last two months whenever he was near his wife, but with an unknown feeling.

- No. - He shook his head slowly as he answered. - I don't feel anything.

Nothing but a tingling where her warm and soft hand rested.

- Are you sure, husband? - Her look was doubtful as she frowned, Aemond just nodded and she continued her work. As soon as she finished cleaning the area, she left a few soft kisses on the wound and Aemond felt that a rope had pulled him through his navel at that moment.

-W-What are you doing? - He ended up stuttering unintentionally as he formed the sentence, feeling the skin where his wife was touching him warm as if she had touched him with a hot coal.

-Healing kisses. - She murmured simply against his heated and slightly reddened skin. - To help you heal faster.

Aemond frowned with his eyes slightly pressed together, enjoying that unfamiliar sensation in a strange way.

-And do they work? - He asked as if he suddenly had no control over his own tongue and felt very stupid for it as soon as he spoke.

-I believe so. - She smiled at him, leaving one last kiss at the end of the open wound, and Aemond felt less stupid for some reason after that.

-I'm going to apply the herbal ointment, okay? - She walked to the table, picking up one of the clay pots with a greenish, pasty mixture inside. - The maester said it should burn.

With a delicacy that Aemond had never felt in his entire life, she deposited the ointment on the open wound and gradually spread it with her fingertips, showing a look of implacable concentration on her face as if this were something of extreme importance.

Aemond hated wandering hands on him, hated receiving treatment from the maesters with their rough and hard touches, but with his wife it was different, the touches were so sweet and gentle that they were making him drowsy. And when she left more kisses after finishing applying the green ointment he thought that his mind had left his body and gone to another dimension.

-Mmmm.

-I hurt you? - She sounded very worried as she brought her right hand to the side of his face.

-Not at all. - He practically sighed, laying his head against her hand, and Y/n felt her heart warm when she had that reaction of familiarity from him.

-You need to take a bath, husband. - She stroked his cheek with her thumb, enjoying the moment where she was allowed to, smiling sweetly at him. - And after that I move on to another herb that the maester sent.

Aemond agreed, just nodding positively, feeling his whole body as if it were pleasantly numb as he walked towards the bathtub full of warm water on the other side of the rooms. And making him feel even lighter Y/n untied the front of his pants, blushing slightly as she helped him get completely undressed.

With a sideways smile at seeing his wife's reaction to his nudity, Aemond entered the bathtub, murmuring in satisfaction with the temperature of the water.

Y/n, her face still warm, knelt at the foot of the bathtub and gently massaged his uninjured shoulder, leaving sweet kisses there.

-This shoulder is not hurt. - Aemond spoke to her in a soft voice for the first time, making her smile against his damp skin.

-It must be at least sore from the effort. - She murmured very close to his neck, making him smile even though she couldn't see it.

-Join me, wife. - He turned his head back, watching her with a calm gaze.

And with a shy and very happy smile, Y/n removed her own clothes under the watchful eye of Aemond, who sighed when she was completely naked and embarrassed in front of him. The prince always found it sweet how she had not yet lost her shyness when being naked in front of him in these two months of marriage.

Y/n entered the bathtub and before she could sit on the other end of the bathtub he pulled her to sit on his thighs, leaving his wife very close to him, making her sigh.

-Are you sure it doesn't hurt at all, husband? - She gently ran her fingertips over the injured area.

-Mmmm. - He shook his head. - But I could use more kisses.

And with butterflies in her stomach Y/n did so, leaving sweet and moist kisses around her husband's shoulder who just laid his head back in contentment.

-You know if I had an injury like that I would be in a lot of pain. - She looked at him from under her eyelashes. - You are so strong husband.

Aemond had never felt so imposing in his entire life as when he heard his wife saying in that sweet and soft voice how strong he was, while looking at him from under her eyelashes sitting naked on his cock.

-I haven’t felt so much pain since I lost my eye. - Aemond didn't know where that had come from, he felt so relaxed at that moment that the words just flowed through his tongue with ease in a strange way. - It seems that I have become a little insensitive to slight pain.

Y/n gently ran her hand over his face where the eye patch was still firmly in place even during the bath. And after taking a deep breath fearing rejection after a day with so many advances she asked.

-Can I see husband?

Aemond automatically looked away, staring at his wife's breasts while his hands firmly locked on her waist.

-You don't want to see that, wife. - He muttered through his teeth. - It's not pleasant to look at.

-I think everything about you is pleasing to the eye, husband. - She tried to encourage him by stroking the scarred cheek below the eye patch, but still feeling afraid that he would push her away from him. - I would appreciate it very much if you let me see all of you.

And even fearful of his wife's reaction, taken by that strange and unfamiliar feeling in the midst of that moment of softness, Aemond removed the eye patch and dropped it on the floor next to the bathtub without looking her in the eyes.

Aemond's stomach turned as much as it had flown for the first time on Vhagar when he felt his wife's soft lips placing a gentle kiss against the deformed skin where his eye had once been.

-Gavy. (Gevie -Beautiful) - Her voice sounded like a very poor attempt at High Valyrian and Aemond's eyebrows arched.

-Where did you learn that?

-I read it in a book in the library. - She lowered her eyes in embarrassment. - Was the pronunciation bad?

-It was perfect. - He murmured with his eyes closed, lost in those sensations as he felt her sweet kisses against his face.

And with redoubled affection Y/n washed the herbs from Aemond's body and with a smile noticed that the redness had divided quite a bit, as well as the bleeding.

-After the bath I need to apply another ointment to you according to the maester, husband. - She smiled completely happy with her husband's moment of confidence. - To help it heal, he said.

-Mmm. - Aemond would let her do anything about him, as long as he could feel the softness of his wife's touch and her care and concern directed at him.

And with a sigh he trailed kisses down her soft neck, drawing low sighs and gasps from those gentle lips.

-I want you to be the one to take care of me from now on, wife. - He continued kissing her, and with a smile of pure contentment Y/n nodded positively to her husband.

-It is a pleasure for me to take care of you, husband. - She sighed at him in joy, making Aemond's heart accelerate in a strange way that made him want to vomit. He didn't understand what it was, it wasn't desire, something he was very familiar with as he desired his wife constantly, yes he was hard against her wet intimacy, but there was more.

There was something strange consuming him inside without explanation and he felt that even if he took her at that moment he wouldn't be close enough to her. And as he slid into her warm and receptive intimacy, he could feel his wife's arms hugging him tightly and pulling him closer and closer to her while she left kisses on his shoulders and face, making him lose himself inside her, feeling more and more of that sensation as strong as the pleasure of spilling his own seed inside his wife.

And letting himself be carried away by that moment, Aemond kissed her sweetly on the lips, almost a soft caress, while he felt her entangle her hands in his hair, caressing it in a way so gentle that it didn't seem intended for sex, but rather for something more delicate that the prince couldn't say the name.

-Skoros issi ao naejot issa? (What are you doing to me?) - He muttered between sighs, and Y/n had no idea what he had said, but chose to think it was something good.

All those unknown emotions, feelings and sensations were too much for Aemond, tearing from him an unparalleled pleasure that he had never felt in his entire life, and he poured himself deep inside his wife while hugging her tightly to his chest with a poignant need to feel her as close to him as possible.

And when Y/n came in his arms soon after, looking into his eyes without a hint of repulsion for his missing eye, but rather kissing him again while admiring him with pure devotion, Aemond knew. His wife's healing kisses might not help his wounded skin heal any faster, nor would they even bring back the eye that had been ripped out, but perhaps little by little they could help him heal much deeper wounds.

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funnyexel · 1 year ago

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Pervy husband staring at his wife's big chest and her actually noticing his expression~

She got flustered and immediately covered her chest with her arms

a thrill ride of obsession

you felt it. the weird looks. the lingering glances. but you passed them off as prolonged glares. looks of disgust and of realization that he's going to be marrying you in a few short days.

but you read it wrong. so unbelievably wrong.

Secondborn!husband who's becoming sloppy, lazy in his sneaky ways of going through your drawers to steal your intimate clothing. Secondborn!husband that notices how lazy you are getting with covering up your chest, noticing the way you walk around the room with less and less fabric covering your body as time counts down to your wedding.

Secondborn!husband that openly stares at you when he purposely accidentally enters the fitting room, where you were trying on your wedding night attire. Secondborn!husband who is shoved out the female dominated room and mentally stunned by the outfit he got a glimpse of.

Pervert!husband that can’t ignore the way all his blood rushed from his head down to his dick. All his rational thinking getting lost on the journey to his bed chambers. Pervert!husband who whimpers and pleads for you when he rips off his pants and strokes himself to his vision of you. His vision of your curvy body and big tits squished into the bra of the tightly woven bralette.

Pervert!husband who’s knees buckle under him when the image of your faintly flushed cheeks cloud his mind, causing him to slide down the wall of his room, all the while not letting his cock breath from the tight fisting he’s doing. Pervert!husband who wants to cum at the thought of you squeezing your breasts closer together in your sorry attempt to shield yourself from him, your own husband.

Pervert!husband who could care less if someone could hear him on the other side of this door. Pervert!husband who’s mind just goes blank when he fantasizes about you on your knees in front of him, bouncing up and down on your heels as you push your tits against his straining cock. Strangling the muscle in his perverted version of quality time. Feeling the warmth of your tits around him and feeling the kitten licks you would leave on his tip. He can see it all unfold in his mind, the way you would breath so heavily from embarrassment and the excessive movement.

Secondborn!husband who acts like he didn’t have a manic episode of being so horny that he basically couldn’t breath or even think about anything but those gorgeous tits.

a/n: I didn't expect for this to take such a gross turn but hey, hope you like it. p.s. its black history month and time to spam my page as much as I possibly can.

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elitisim · 1 year ago

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FADES WAVES AND TAPERS -CONVERSION COLLECTION

So I recently reached 500 followers, which is like CRAZY because I've only been posting content for a month?! The overwhelming amount of love and support I've received over the past month has made me misty-eyed on more than one occasion, ngl. Y'all have been so sweet and so wonderful and so extremely encouraging, I'm so proud to be part of this community💙! So, as a little thank-you present for everyone and as a nice end-cap for all the black male hair spam I did for Black History Month I've decided to drop a conversion collection of 21 male hairs themed around waves, fades and tapers for y'all!

Thank you so much everyone!

INFO:

None of this is my original work! All credit goes to @ceeproductions, @estrojans, @hellagoodsims,@xxblacksims, @xldsims, @pralinesims, & @mathcopesims.

Set contains 21 hairs for for Teen ➤ Elder Males

all of these hairs are gameplay safe! most of them are around 500 polys, the largest ones clock in at about 5k poly at most.

1024x textures

hairs are too short for root/tip controls so they're only 2 channels

credits, preview pictures, links to originals, poly counts and individual download links for every hair is under the cut.

these are meshes! the hair is NOT painted on the sims head like BG hairs!

but on the brightside that means they don't get that shiny look painted on hairs have.

some hairs have slight clipping issues around the temples but hopefully nothing too crazy tbh.

Tagging: @pis3update, @naturalhair-sims3, @xto3conversionsfinds, @kpccfinds

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CREDITS:

@ceeproductions: Taper Fade // 1.9k Poly // [Download Here] @estrojans: Sharp Waves Redux Curve // 500 Poly // [Download Here] @hellagoodsims: Afro Short // 4.3k Poly // [Download Here]

@estrojans:: Sharp Waves Redux: Temp Fade// 500 Poly// [Download Here] @hellagoodsims: Brian Waves// 4.3k Poly // [Download Here] @estrojans: Sharp Waves Redux// 500 Poly // [Download Here]

@estrojans: Sharp Waves Redux: Flame Design// 500 Poly // [Download Here] @hellagoodsims: Amaru Fade// 2.1k Poly // [Download Here] @hellagoodsims: AD Taper Fade // 5.1k Poly // [Download Here]

@hellagoodsims: Caesar Fade / /500 Poly // [Download Here] @hellagoodsims: Taper with Long Part //500 Poly// [Download Here] @mathcopesims: Kevin Hair / 500 Poly// [Download Here]

@hellagoodsims: Korey Fade // 500 Poly // [Download Here] @hellagoodsims: PG-15 Waves // 500 Poly // [Download Here] @hellagoodsims: PG-13 Waves // 500 Poly // [Download Here]

@hellagoodsims: Wolverine Claw Fade // 500 Poly // [Download Here] @hellagoodsims: PG-14 Waves // 500 Poly // [Download Here] @hellagoodsims: Lance 720 Waves // 500 Poly // [Download Here]

@pralinesims: Nonstop Buzzcut // 500 Poly // [Download Here] @xxblacksims: Waves on Swim // 500 Poly // [Download Here] @xldsims: The Vindicator // 2.5k Poly // [Download Here]

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hermetiqa · 8 months ago

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When will you meet your future spouse?

Reminder: it doesn't matter if you saw this reading a day or a week or a month or a year after posting this. My readings are timeless. You'll see this when you're meant to see this and receive your message.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath before picking a pile. If you feel drawn to more than one pile, it's alright, you may take the piles that you're drawn to. What's important is to take it how it resonates and leave what doesn't.

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Pile 1

Hello, Pile 1! I feel like you'll meet your future spouse when you prefer to be alone and be away from all the people you already know. You might think of going to some camp alone and when you're getting together in the camp, you might have come up with the idea of using a different name when you introduce yourself because you intend not to share who you truly are. You might think of the names Ella, Lily, Alisha, Cindy, Helena. The spelling of the names doesn't matter, any alternative spellings or name variations could be in your mind too. You might even use an odd name, like a name known to be masculine such as Alex and George. There's a TikToker who keeps popping in my head right now, the one who has a Chloe Paddington bags and named her bags. You might have had this camp and name idea from her. I can see that your future spouse might be the one who would approach you first and start the conversation, and they really have a strong masculine energy here while you're the feminine one. I'm also getting an intuitive energy from you and you might have a feeling that you feel like you've known each other for a long time, even if it was really your first time meeting each other. You might be a fire sign and they could be a water sign, but you're quite compatible. It seems like you could have each other's sun in one's moon and/or ascendant.

Signs: dark/black hair, curly hair, brown eyes, dark/light academia fashion style, white loose button-down shirt, latino/a looks, speaks spanish and italian, campfire, marshmallows, trees, beach, seashore, lowtide, collecting seashells

Pile 2

Hello, Pile 2! As for you, I'm seeing a picnic that involves books and paintings. 01:01 on the clock right now. You might think of reading a book or doing a painting, specifically watercolor or oil painting, in the afternoon. You might do this alone in a park or somewhere that has a pond. To be more detailed, I'm getting that you might read a book in a park and would prefer to paint some place that has a pond with koi fish or water lilies so you can paint them. I'm getting the seasons spring and summer too. You could be an introvert and you often go to your comfort places to breathe and rewind. And your future spouse would notice you visiting the same place oftentimes. They could observe you for a while before approaching you as well. And I feel like they might ask you if they could join you to read a book or paint something. You might even exchange books and paintings. You might annotate each other's books and paint each other's paintings (you know the thing where you both paint something on your canvas and you exchange each other's unfinished paintings and add something, and so on).

Signs: dark/brunette hair, curly hair, blue eyes, strong jawline, downtown/retro fashion, long white skirts, baggy shirts, leather bag, doc martens, the secret history, if we were villains, ophelia, the lumineers, (curtain) bangs, wavy hair, booktok

Pile 3

Hello, Pile 3! I feel like you'll meet yours when you're doing some charity event or donating something. It could be related to dogs and/or cats, so you could be pet lovers. This might be an all-of-a-sudden decision because the charity/donation wasn't planned that much but I'm getting that you might meet there. You might organize the charity or help them organize and they'll help too, and you might do most of the work together. I'm also getting that this is when you're trying to become a better person and finally end your toxic habits. I feel like you have feminine energy but to other people, you show your masculine energy. You might think of getting something to eat together at lunch when you work together after a charity event, and this is when you'll start to know each other. You'll be interested in each other's interests and might think that you're compatible, and might suit each other. You'll be really fond of each other for a while which will lead you to some dates and hanging out a lot. I feel like you'll both reciprocate each other's wants and needs in this connection, especially with all the adjustments at first, but you'll be close friends even while you're dating, you might be comfortable to be around each other as if you're best friends.

Signs: blonde, blue/green eyes, wavy hair, daisies/flowers on hair, blue shorts, white and blue shirt, band shirts, casual fashion, flexible, gymnastics and ballet (during childhood), waffles, hotdogs, pizzas, medium hair length, straight hair, brown hair highlights, summer

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rottiens · 8 months ago

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are we havin' fun yet?┊ s. getō ft. s. gōjō

✫ word count. 5.1k

✫ summary. you get caught up in the unresolved argument and tension from years ago between two old best friends.

✫ tags. (18+) — explicit content. no curses au, bisexual panic and denial, female reader + afab (the reader wears painted nails and has somewhat long hair), mostly geto-centric narrative, objectification, praising, cucking.

✫ notes. ok this is born thanks to the idea of this ask, a drabble that i lost control of heh. there are many things i love about this piece and i hope you enjoy it kiss kiss. divider creds: cafekitsune.

From food and video games to shirts and colognes, Suguru and Satoru have always shared everything. It's adorable, to a certain extent, how close the two of them are and how others perceive them as brothers from the outside. It's an unbreakable friendship that was born spontaneously when they were both little. They met in elementary school, when Satoru decided to share his crayons so Suguru could color the house he had drawn, and since then, the affection that began then has only grown along with them.

The only time the two were apart was during their time at university where Satoru was inclined to study history while Suguru, with his tendencies towards human relations and his great empathy, decided to study social psychology. However, after graduating and starting work not far from the city center, they both decided it was time to live together again, at least for a while, with the intention of saving expenses.

Suguru has never minded sharing. His shampoo, his food, his bath gel. So it was only natural to expect his friend to do the same for him, to share everything, right? Just like back then.

That afternoon, Satoru was returning to the apartment after a long day at work. The backpack slung carelessly over his shoulder as his footsteps echoed in the hallway. He unlocked the door with his key, which turned with a familiar, comforting sound. Upon entering, he was greeted by the scent of the incense Suguru always lit to keep the atmosphere calm and cozy.

Suguru was in the kitchen, chopping vegetables with precision and care. Hearing the door, he looked up to greet and greet him, as usual, only the greeting died on the tip of his tongue, turning into a long sigh.

“Oh.” Disappointment disguised in a subdued tone, so Suguru decides to add. “You bring company.”

Again. He wants to say, but he bites his tongue and harshly splits the onion in two. You're here. Again. The friend Satoru has been bringing home every weekend for a month now. Suguru thought it was going to be casual, like all the times before, something that would last a week or two at most, because Satoru isn't the type to have long-term relationships. But seeing you here after a full month surprises him, no, it bothers him, and he can't explain why.

Satoru smiles, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the air.

“'Hi, Suguru,” you greet him, accompanying your words with a nervous twitch that leads you to squeeze Satoru's intertwined fingers. You look adorable, and he avoids rolling his eyes. You're wearing a tight-fitting black knit-and-button blouse that highlights your figure, and a short black skirt that exposes your legs that he can't help but admire before focusing on his friend.

“Will you stay for dinner?” Suguru asks out of politeness and breaks eye contact with you to look at Satoru, who struggles to hold back a smile.

His fingers tighten around the knife just as a muscle in his jaw does.

“Later. We'll be in my room.”

Unable to add anything else, Satoru tugs your hand towards the hallway along with a slight nod that has you following him like a lost puppy. A few seconds later, the slam of the door rattles the walls and minutes later a pop song reaches the kitchen. It's the voice of a familiar artist, high and raspy, and Suguru wants to rip out his eardrums.

He plunges the knife down on the onion hard, hitting the board with a dull thud that gets louder and louder. Even over the noise of the knife, his thoughts, and the woman now singing another song from the same album, Suguru can hear it: those sounds Satoru tries to muffle with his hand, the breaths, the moans.

The hot oil bubbles in the pan rising with the anger cooking in the top of his stomach, the olive oil toasting the onions and garlic, while Suguru pretends he doesn't know what's going on a few feet away from him. He doesn't hate you, not really. You're sweet, you're kind, and he thinks that makes it worse. What really runs across his skin from the inside, like fingernails scratching a chalkboard, is the fact that Satoru doesn't talk about you. Of what he does, what he doesn't do, that he doesn't offer you as an offering from which he can take. Like one of his toys, like his shirts, like the other partners he's had before you.

It is the exclusivity with you that irritates him to such an extent that his thoughts corrupt him and make him completely forget about the garlic that is now dark and smells burnt.

“Fuck this,” he growls to himself, wrinkling his nose at the smell and the plume of smoke rising to the ceiling. Suguru scoops up the burnt ingredients with the spatula and pushes them into the trash can. He puts the pan back on the fire and grabs a new onion to chop. As he cuts, he hears your laughter, that bubbly, mischievous, genuine laughter that comes out of your belly and echoes throughout the apartment, as if Satoru is making you cry from the tickling. Suguru peels and chops the onion harder, throwing it into the pan once more, his eyes red and watery, his nose full of the peculiar stench of onion.

Satoru laughs, says something (perhaps in your ear, even against your thigh) that Suguru can't decipher. A door opens and closes. Then he hears the shower water, and the words of the song come through more clearly thanks to Satoru leaving the door open, as he always does. Suguru adds the ginger and concentrates on the curry, and on nothing else but cooking, showering and getting out of there. And that's what he does.

He waits for you to finish playing newlywed couple in the shower, takes off his clothes, ignores his erection and steps into the shower that still smells of you. To the shampoo you both share, to your perfume, to the minty toothpaste and- it's the first time it happens, as an irony of fate, as if life is mocking him, suguru finds your panties lying on the side of the shower, he is stepping on them and looking at them as if he has discovered something horrifying, they are soft, white and lacy around the edge and have a sticky, almost white he might say, fluid on them.

Suguru picks them up. He watches them a few feet away, he knows he shouldn't do it, he would never take anything his friend doesn't offer him first and he doesn't because his pride is stronger.

He throws them on the floor a little further away from where he picked them up, steps into the shower and cums silently in his clenched fist as he drowns in the smell of you.

Suguru wraps the towel around his waist when he's done, lets his hair cascade loose dripping droplets down his back and looks in the mirror to see his cheeks stained red and finally exits the bathroom.

You are with Satoru in the living room, apparently arguing about something, you catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye entering the room and closing the door.

Suguru takes off his towel and looks at his hand. Okay, he did it. He tries to justify himself but there's no reason other than, he thinks he has the right to taste you, to smell you, to know what has satoru coming back to you, so he brings the used panties to his nose shyly at first, full of embarrassment, but when he spits on his hand and starts fucking his cock harder he realizes as he sniffs you like he's a stalker pervert, he notices there are no inhibitions now, it's just you, your panties, his hard cock and his imagination telling him the different poses he could take you in if satoru would let him.

He cums silently as he hears the front door close and the shame returns to him as if it has always belonged to him. Suguru hurries to clean up his mess with napkins he keeps hidden in the room and moves to stow your panties in one of the drawers where he keeps his underwear, way down low.

Suguru's face is hot and his chest tight. His naked body as an accusation reminds him of the crime he just committed, so he moves to pick up some shorts and slides them up his muscular legs until the heat in his chest is descending.

He lies down for a moment on the mattress that makes no noise when he moves and stares at the ceiling until his vision blurs and he stops thinking and, then, remembers the curry.

——

The second time it happens it's not even his fault.

This seemed like a joke of fate or some divine plan to punish him for being thirsty for water he can't drink.

You are sitting in front of him, on the floor, legs slightly spread while wearing a satoru t-shirt too big for you which helps him discover that you have nothing on underneath except for black panties. Suguru can see for a moment how your pussy lips swallow some of the material and thinks of the excuses he can come up with to justify if asked about the blush or the amount of sweat pearling his temples.

“ UNO!” Shouts satoru victoriously placing the last card in the center of the floor and you feign indignation as you tap him on the shoulder, moving into your space, and flashing him again your panties. “Are you okay, man?” asks Satoru still laughing, he has your wrists clutched against his chest to keep you from hitting him again as you accuse him of cheating.

He was. But Suguru didn't care to discuss that now.

“Suguru, say something to him!” You chuckle slowly as you do when he sucks too hard on your clit and he leaves you breathless. He knows because he saw you, a couple of weeks ago when satoru was eating your pussy on top of the counter when he thought suguru was asleep, you were right where he was preparing the curry just a couple of nights ago.

Suguru closes his eyes for a second erasing that mental image and gets up, before anyone notices what's going on and is grateful for the baggy t shirt he's wearing that hides his semi erection.

“Yeah; it's the curry… I think, I'll be back,” he excuses himself.

The third time it happens Suguru looks around the room for cameras. This had to be a joke.

A pair of black panties were attacked at the bottom of the washing machine, mixed in with his clothes, kept there since the last day you visited them. Suguru knows he must return them and he will…. soon.

He slips them into the back pocket and finishes placing the clothes he will wash that day inside the washing machine. Then he closes it harder than he should.

——

It's incredibly hot, so he's not wearing a shirt. You're close to Satoru, as usual, huddled a few feet away from Suguru as you watch the soccer game. The fan is barely enough for the three of you, but Suguru prefers to stay away from you for his own good.

The game's narrator announces halftime and Suguru takes the opportunity to blink and stretch his legs. He raises his arms above his head with a groan, and his shorts are pulled down a little, revealing the beginnings of the short hairs on his abdomen.

“Man, this is getting boring,” Satoru grunts with a yawn. You two look at him.

“What do you mean? The match is 2-4 right now…”

“You've really given up already?” Suguru frowns, looking at the back of your head but unable to see the expression with which you watch your boyfriend… or whatever you two are now.

“Huh?” he replies in confusion.

“I thought you wanted to fuck my girlfriend,” blurts out satoru, as casually as if he's talking about the weather, his eyes now on the commercials playing on TV.

Suguru thinks that if he were still drinking from the water bottle he'd be coughing right now. Instead, his eyes widen to such an extent that they could pop out of their sockets and roll on the floor, his throat goes dry, his heart leaks out of his chest and a whiplash hits his cock. Satoru laughs noting the expression he finds comical. “Funny you act so surprised when you've always been so easy to read,” he says.

“Babe, come on,” you murmur as you stroke Satoru's chest in circles, your short red nails contrasting with the Red Hot Chili Peppers tank top he's wearing.

Suguru turns on the couch to get a better look at you, his blue eyes locked on yours intimidating. They always have. However, with a deep breath you steel yourself not to break eye contact.

“Why didn't you say anything before?”

Satoru smiles sideways. Hearing him say this last, you turn to position yourself perfectly in the middle of the two of you, avoiding the gaze of either of them, and fixating on the commercial about the energy drink they're promoting now.

“I thought you were going to ask, as usual,” he says with a shrug, still talking as if you weren't present.

“I thought it was different now.”

“Well, are you going to ask?”

Suguru pushes his cheek with his tongue and his fingers gently grip the couch.

“Satoru…” you warn, averting your gaze to the floor. Suguru notices how fast your breathing has become, his friend's long fingers playing with the edge of your denim shorts, sometimes hiding under the fabric as they scratch the fat of your thigh from time to time.

“Say it,” Satoru encourages him gently, looking up at you through his eyelashes and with determined eyes that mimic those of an eagle.

Suguru bites his cheek gently, perhaps to make sure he's not dreaming. He has a slight feeling that this is a trap, that Satoru is leading him to a place he won't be able to get out of, and yet he decides to sink his feet into what is probably quicksand.

He's always wanted this, clearly, and to have it in front of him, being offered on a platter for him to take and satiate his hunger- there's very little a hungry man can take.

“I want to fuck her,” Suguru spits and his voice doesn't tremble. There's a slight frown on his forehead and the summer heat prevents him from breathing normally.

You bite your lip as you watch Suguru, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten as Satoru continues to tease you underneath the material of the shorts. Your eyes widen slightly and your cheeks heat up, anticipation and nervousness mingling in your expression.

“How badly you want it?” asks Satoru, his voice barely a whisper.

Suguru closes his eyes for a moment, his jaw tensing. “I'm dizzy just thinking about it,” he replies, opening his eyes slowly, his gaze fixed and determined on him. He hasn't even dared to look at you. “I want to fuck her so hard and deep, you have no idea.”

“Fuck,” Satoru's fangs are visible for just a second, a wolfish grin warning danger. “Atta boy…” he purrs, sliding his fingers over your jawline to force you to look at him. There's something about Satoru that has always made you feel intimidated. His blue eyes, as deep as the sea, and his cotton-white hair give him such a peculiar appearance, he almost looks like the divine character from some book you must adore. His touch is firm, but not aggressive, and the intensity in his gaze leaves you breathless, as if you're under a spell you can't break. “You still want to fuck my best friend?”

“Satoru…” you beg in a trembling voice.

“Don't be shy, angel. If you can ask for it, it's yours,” he replies with an indulgent smile.

You had discussed this before, once… well, maybe it was twice. You remember it clearly because it's impossible to forget how the idea made you feel. The first time, you were drunk and thought it was all a joke; but when Satoru brought it up again, whispering it close to your ear while you were both sober and cuddled in the dark your room, you thought it was just a fantasy that would fade away and stay just that.

“You know… we used to share everything,” he told you.

The idea of being shared between the two of them is… overwhelming, to say the least. Just thinking about it takes your breath away; both men are huge, tall and muscular, not to mention how handsome they are.

“You know I do. We've talked about it,” you confess in a low voice.

Suguru barely manages to hear you over the hiss of a whistle on the TV, but what he does manage to catch makes his heart beat wildly and his thighs tense.

Satoru examines you up and down, perhaps looking for some trace of doubt about what is about to happen. Finding no sign of uncertainty, his eyes fall on Suguru and, with a wave of his hand, he beckons him closer.

“C'mere, Suguru. Don't be shy.”

Suguru moves like a magnet towards you, shuffling his legs over the couch until his warmth envelops you. Suddenly, you are acutely aware of the heat that has built up in the room, of the sweat on your back and the sticky feeling on your skin. The atmosphere becomes dense and suffocating, each breath feels heavier, Suguru's bare knee touches yours and the friction of your bodies makes your skin burn, intensifying the crushing sensation that overcomes you.

Expectantly, you both look at Satoru as if waiting for the next command anxiously, like animals about to be tamed.

Satoru makes an effort to pretend that he does not enjoy the situation, that the idea of devouring you both in one go does not excite him. However, he takes the first step and reaches for you with his hand, placing it on your cheek to force you to look at him. Lips half-open and eyelashes messy, you feel his lips pull you close and kiss you, filling you with a palpable intensity. Suguru beside you gasps.

Your boyfriend's fingers push at the thick denim fabric of your shorts and your needy core reaches for his open palm, swaying your hips in need of more.

Suguru doesn't know what to do; he seeks Satoru's permission, unsure if it's okay to kiss you, if he can touch you. Fists clenched in his tight shorts, he pauses to watch as Satoru's tongue hungrily thrusts into your mouth, creating a mess of saliva and moans. The intensity of the moment draws you into a new kiss, as his mouth fills with water, caught up in the maelstrom of desire that is unleashed.

In the midst of a new kiss that ends with Satoru gently biting your lower lip, he reaches out to grab his friend's jaw, delicately inviting him towards you. Leaving your mouth inches from his and with your eyes still closed, you barely make out the change in mouths, except for the difference in the way they devour you.

Suguru feels very different; his lips are harder and thicker than your boyfriend's, and his skin, rougher from the recent shave. Unlike Satoru, he sucks your tongue with precision. Each movement, though laden with desire, feels carefully planned, not so messy and the sensation of his mouth molding yours has your pussy soaking wet from satoru's long fingers now playing with your drooling pussy directly.

“You're this wet? Just from kissing him?” Satoru bites your neck and you release suguru's mouth to moan and expose your throat even more. “Such a naughty girl.”

Suguru's kisses mark the other side of your throat making you clench around the pair of digits with which satoru explores your insides, a couple of jerks of his fingers inside you has your back hunched for both of them and just as you begin to ride the wave of your orgasm, so close, the fingers are hastily withdrawn from you to show them to the room as proof of how wet you are. A long transparent string ties his fingers together.

“Look what you did to her, suguru.” Satoru brings the fingers to his friend's mouth who after hesitation circles them with his tongue with his eyes closed and face burning.

The heat is as unbearable as the erection in his shorts and suguru is grateful to feel some pressure on the throbbing bulge while still sucking on his fingers. You spit on your hand and cover his cock in saliva jerking it up and down, satoru drags his fingers out of his friend and sees the desire in his cinnamon eyes, lust overpowering shame.

Satoru spits into his own hand and curls it around suguru's throbbing cock, you masturbate his base, he swirls the sensitive tip, your left hand massaging his balls and the whole haze of new thrills and sensations whip him, and make him dizzy.

“Fuck you,” Suguru gasps with his eyebrows drawn together and mouth a distorted circle looking at his friend.

“Don't you want to cum?” you ask, innocent at the dueling gazes battling in front of you.

“Agh, fuck. No, not yet…” selfishness wanted him to continue, not so soon, he couldn't finish now.

“Oh no?” Satoru presses harder, stroking his slit with his thumb. ”Because you want to cum in her tight pussy, don't you? Fuck man, you don't know how hard she squeezes when she's about to cum, it feels like she wants to keep you there and have you fill her over and over again with your fucking cum.”

“Satoru shut the fuck up!” he yells through his teeth.

“Or do you want to cum in me?” as they both look at each other, his balls twitching, no words to respond other than pent up emotions from years ago.

“Please…” is all he can say, unsure of exactly what he's pleading for.

The waves of pleasure that Satoru's fingers give him descend, allowing the pressure in his lower stomach to cease, and he can breathe normally again.

“Stop,” Satoru says, kissing your temple. You obey instantly, getting Suguru to groan with painful longing, cock twitching visibly a mess of his saliva and precum. “Do you want to ride him?” he asks you directly, catching your gaze as he grabs the back of your neck firmly to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

“I do,” you reply, slightly light-headed from the kiss, the physical contact and the heat. Your breath brushes against his mouth and Satoru looks at you proudly, or so you think; you fail to decipher what's really in those eyes, though many times you can't.

Suguru lies down on the couch just as Satoru orders him to. He finishes removing his shorts awkwardly and hurriedly, becoming completely naked. It's not the first time Satoru has seen him without clothes, but it's the first time he's contemplated him in this way, almost like you are.

Suguru is handsome, that's a fact you can freely acknowledge. Seeing him like this, fully exposed, a sense of awe comes over you. His body is toned, with muscles worked by hours in the gym. His legs are covered with short hair that is growing, and a line of hair descends from his navel to his pelvis, where you find a tangle of short, curly hairs. The sight of his naked body is breathtaking, a mixture of strength and vulnerability that takes your breath away.

A few feet away, satoru jerks his cock with his own hand, long rather than thick, pale pink at the tip with a drop of pre cum in the slit and suguru, head cocked to the side and leaning back on the couch licks his lips in his direction watching him satisfy himself.

You grab his cock with one hand and then, the realization has your body tingling the moment you brush the tip at your needy entrance. All three of you moan in unison, connected together by the same thought and it is lewd, it embarrasses you but at the same time excites you to have the attention of both men pouring into you alone, suguru thrusts his hips upward in search of some kind of release and satoru takes a few short steps forward to admire the scene more closely, then sitting down on the ground a few feet away from you to better admire the scene he has set up for himself.

His cock plunges into you, thrusts and expands your pussy, spills your arousal around the thickness. Suguru is much thicker so you feel so full the moment you're sitting on him completely, his warm hands on your thighs massaging you up and down bringing comfort as he thrusts his hips to grind against your clit.

You hold onto his stomach like an anchor, feeling the sweat make your hair stick to your forehead and tangle around your face. Your hips move harder, riding him with increasing intensity, selfishly seeking climax. suguru finds your clit with the hard pad of his thumb and rubs it back and forth as you do all the work. For a long minute it's just the two of you staring into each other's eyes, the open-mouthed panting chanting turns to grunts and moans that gets lost in the noise of the forgotten match in the background; suguru struggles to concentrate on you, watches your lip being punished by your teeth, your tits covered by the thin fabric of the summer tank top and on the way his finger fiddles your nub of nerves lazily.

You lose yourself in him, in the rhythm at which his hips join yours; you feel his desperation, his hunger. Suguru grunts and carelessly grabs your hips to turn you around and place you now on your back on the couch, your thighs spread wide by his wide hips and his hands make prisoners of your wrists above your head.

You moan, with his forehead against yours and his body bending yours in half you feel like you might break beneath him, he notices, feels you tighten which makes him grin devilishly.

“Too deep?” He asks, as if he doesn't know the answer, pounding you harder and more precisely. “I like it like this, perfect for breeding you…. I like how tight you get.”

“Uh-huh,” you reply biting your lip, sharing the sweat from his frown.

“Tell him,” he orders you without looking at satoru, sharing a secret between your open mouth that can't be heard by your boyfriend.

You had almost forgotten him for a moment, too wrapped up in the fantasy. Turning your attention to satoru you realize that he fucks his cock to the rhythm in which suguru thrusts into you, he licks his lips as he watches you come back to him, to the giddy and disoriented and a smile curving the corners of his mouth appears on his face.

“Hi, angel.” Satoru gasps, “Do you have something to tell me?”

“He's so deep,” you gasp, suguru becoming more beast than human with every second you let him take you, caught up in the idea of fucking his friend's girlfriend, now you were no longer his property, you were his; his for that moment. He pushes back to get a better look at you from another angle and pulls up your tank top and exposes your tits, pinching your nipples without remorse.

“Yeah? And you like it?” you look back at suguru, the bun tying his hair back is starting to unravel, black strands falling down his back and you're not sure which one you want to look at first. “Are you having fun?”

“Yes…”

“I can tell… I love that face you're making, you're going to cum soon….. How about you Suguru, tell me how you feel?”

His eyes wander to your crotch, to your panties pulled aside so he can slip inside you, and he loses his rhythm for a moment as he watches his cock thrust in and out of you. He spits right on your clit for extra lubrication and takes his thumb to start massaging you, squeezing even tighter the tension binding your guts.

“She's so beautiful, and this fucking pussy, god…” his back arches and he rolls his eyes, feeling his own orgasm come hard. “She's squeezing me so hard.”

“Don't cum in her,” satoru warns.

Suguru bites his lip coming back to the present, the violent sound of wet skins meeting and the invisible steam of heat overwhelming him and urging him to take his own orgasm soon.

“Suguru…”

Another warning.

Satoru's voice sounds so sweet yet so commanding that it's almost annoying. It's just like before, when he ordered him things like he was his puppet and he was always so grateful to obey him, just to remain his friend. But you feel so good now, so tight, so wet, he doesn't remember the last time he fucked someone raw that nothing feels more like it now than filling your pussy with his load however, he forces himself to pull his cock inside you and fuck his cock on top of your stomach while you watch him with eyes full of adoration, he lets his cum run on your stomach making puddles on your belly button while someone behind him shouts “goaaaaaal”.

Then Suguru leans over, his fingers tangling in the mess that is your hair as his hair trails down his sweaty back, this with the intention of kissing you but he feels a brute hand on his shoulder pulling him away from victory, meeting that warm bluish gaze that reminds him of nostalgia.

“No kisses… those are another thing you'll have to ask for like a good boy.”

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nayaesworld · 2 months ago

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11:11

Biker!Terry Richmond x Charlie

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Friday was usually an extremely busy day at the diner, but as the day dragged on Charlie had only served her regulars and a few families passing through the small town. She was scheduled to work 3pm-12am today and had only gotten through two hours so far. Her favorite coworker was off so it was just a new girl named Dawn and the two night cooks Dj and Trey. The diner was empty once again and she sat quietly behind the counter on a stool, eyes running left to right as she read the new fantasy book from the library. Illustrations of a black witch uncovering the history of her ancestors occupied her head as she flipped page after page hungry for more. The local news station on the small flatscreen sent out an advisory for a thunderstorm that would be rolling in later that evening. That explained the gloomy skies and empty diner at least. Charlie and Dawn filled salt shakers and sorted the silverware,mugs, and glasses. And when they finished chatting about pop news and hair care routines, Charlie was warming up to the girl slowly and when she clocked out at 10:30 she actually had started to get bored without conversation.

Charlie balanced two cups of coffee and a large platter of flapjacks in her hands. Her favorite regulars, an older black couple in their 50’s that treated her like family more than her own father sometimes. The Leflore’s had welcomed her with open arms her first year at the diner. She reminded them of their late daughter Kamryn and she remembered vividly Tammy Lefore bawling her eyes out to her one day in the plush booths of the diner. Tammy and Aubrey typically came in later because they loved to help her get to the end of her shift and look out for her. Silver Creek was a small town and everyone knew everyone for the most part but crime had picked up in the last year and it wasn’t always safe after dark. She sat with them and they told her about their upcoming trip to Cozumel Mexico. They would be gone a week and Charlie pouted at the news, she loved seeing and talking to them but a whole week would be gray without them. But promises of souvenirs and gifts kept her sadness at bay.

They bid their see you laters and she watched their sleek white Cadillac truck pull out of the parking lot. And like clockwork the rain began to come down hard. She bussed her tables and secured her tips into her apron, she loved the rain, it was peaceful and serene on some days but nights like this one it was thunderous and loud. But above the heavy tinkling of the rain was a sound she was becoming acquainted with…the sound of that Sapphire black Bonneville Bobber. He came into the diner every night at 11:11 on the dot, how strange that she even remembered the growl of his bike when she hadn’t seen the man in at least a month. How even stranger it was that she felt eager to see him…he barely talked when he had been there in the past, just grumbling here and there before he ate his fill and left. She fingered her passion twist out of habit as her eyes watched him park his bike and job into the diner,built muscles bunched beneath his wet leather jacket as a mug hung on his stoic chiseled face. He shrugged out of the jacket and hung it on the coat rack near the door. She opened her mouth to greet him but her words got caught in her throat as he pulled out a chair from the bar top and sat directly in front of her.

“Hell my little dove..long time no see.” He extended his arm out, a singular red rose in his hand gifted from him to her. She pricked her thumb on a thorn and shook her hand at the slight pain, a tiny bead of blood falling down onto the counter. She excused herself before rushing to the back of the diner for a bandaid.

His hands tapped anxiously against the bartop, his eyes trying their best to not drop down and lay upon the tiny droplet of blood…the smell was intoxicating, and before he could stop himself his index finger had swiped the blood from the counter and sucked it into his mouth. This was the very reason he had chosen to stay away from the small town, he was afraid of what he might do, afraid of how he would appear to the pretty little waitress. He blinked and shook his head trying to get the black irises to go away, how would he explain the quick change from hazel eyes to black ones…it looked unnatural, unsafe even. When he was sure they had gone back to normal he lifted his head and surveyed his surroundings. Three humans, two males in the kitchen…and her.

When Charlie returned, finger smugly secured by a bandaid she quickly apologized before formally greeting the intriguing stranger whose name she still didn’t know.

“Don’t apologize for bleeding, that’s normal. I should have checked the rose for thorns, that was my fault. I’m Terry by the way.. nice to meet you Charlie.”

Before she could question how he knew her name she looked down at her name tag and giggled softly.

“Well it’s nice to formally meet you Terry, what will you be having tonight.” His knuckles rapped against the counter and he held her gaze.

“A glass of water is fine, I’m on a pretty strict diet at the moment..just came inside to get out of the rain before passing on.” She nodded before grabbing a clean glass and filling it to the brim with chilled water.

“Where are you heading..if you don’t mind me asking.?” She slid the glass of water over to him and watched as he held it up to his nose before drinking it.

“No where specific..might even hang around here for a while, it’s pretty damn scenic up here.”

“Now that I can agree with , it’s a small town but it has its perks. There’s something for everyone here.”

“And what’s here for you…what keeps you here?” The question was one she couldn’t say she’d ever been asked before. People rarely considered her likes and dislikes. Rarely asked her if she was ok.

“Outside of my family and friends, it’s the culture for me. So much damn history embedded into such a little town, so many stories of our people…how they settled here and how hard they had to fight to stay here.” He hummed and seemed genuinely pleased with her answer, gleaming grey blue eyes combing over every part of her face.

“Well aren’t you just a little ray of sunshine…I’d love learn more about the history of this place. It’s so…mystic.” There was that damn grumbling again.

“There’s a library in town not far from here the-“ The loud thud of Terry placing the glass down made Charlie jump.

“I want you to tell me. You are a native after all..I want it straight from the horse's mouth. You seem extremely knowledgeable and I’m very ignorant of your town, I'm afraid.” His eyes drew her in, made her feel fearless.

But she was still apprehensive…and yet she longed to put herself out there to try new things and enjoy new people. Handsome strangers were still strangers and she owned a gun. She could handle her own.

“Ok but under one condition. We take your super cool bike and we go Tuesday..deal?” He shook her extended hand. His thumb rubbing over the back side of her hand softly before she pulled her hand back.

“A deal I can live with little dove.” His bright smile made his eyes crinkle and Charlie found herself hoping to see more of it.

“Why do you call me that..little dove?” Every word he uttered to her made it seem as though he was all too familiar with her, she was curious.

“There’s an air of gentle peace and innocence that surrounds you..perhaps you don’t see it as others do.” Charlie had a hard time listening to people tell her that she was a good person,a good girl. They always used her own kindness and generosity against her. She knew that she could live her whole life by the book only ever doing right by people, and yet still be fucked over…a learning curve indeed.

“I the dove and you the crow I assume…Why the crows?”She gestured to the bold black ink against his honeyed skin enamored her. A beautifully crafted portrait that depicted a murder of crows. Probably the most creative tattoo sleeve she had ever seen.

“We’re taught that crows are scavengers that represent death. That their very presence should place fear in your heart because you or a loved one may be next to die.. but I have come to know these birds as signs of rebirth and cleansing. That they carry the DNA of every dead creature with them wherever they fly, somewhat keeping them alive forever.”

Wow. There was true beauty in an intellectual man. You didn’t see that too often around these parts. Charlie wanted to pick his brain for hours, to learn what interested him, and why he felt so damn intoxicating. But her fear of being perceived held back the many questions she had for the man.

“I like that, it’s poetic. It Means something to you, what a beautiful piece of art to walk with daily.” He thanked her graciously for allowing him to blab on and on about the tattoo telling her that others rarely asked of its meaning.

He inquired about the portraits of people that lined the wall behind her. Pictures of people old and young, from so many backgrounds, some taken inside and outside the diner. It gave the place character and that good ole fashioned charm that you couldn’t get in many places anymore.

“These are our customers, some of these pictures were here before me but all the new ones I’ve taken myself. Just a little ode to the people that keep this place open…if you’d like I could take yours also before we close up.”

By 11:40 Dj and Trey had shut down the kitchen and bid their goodnights. Charlie maneuvered around the diner wiping down tables and sweeping the floor. Terry had slipped away into the restroom to relieve himself before he left and Charlie was heading to the back office to retrieve the camera they used for photos. The rain had since stopped falling and she felt the perfect picture would be best with Terry outside near his bike. The aesthetics of the starry night sky and the shiny black bike would mesh well with his large bulky stature.

“You can loosen up a bit..maybe a big bright smile.” He cocked a thick brow at her and his face stayed unmoved and his bulky arms stayed crossed as he…posed?

Giggling to herself she put the camera up to her eye and snapped the first picture. But when she pulled the camera back from her eye, the only thing in the photo was his bike. The air around her felt cold and constricting. How was that even possible when he was standing right in front of her? She cleared her throat before lifting the camera back to her face. She was sure there was a logical explanation for this.

“Uh the camera was on the wrong setting let’s go again.” She blew cold air out of her nose before placing the camera back up to her face, left eye closed and right eye focused on the smirking man in front of her. The flash went off and it lit up his face..he had to have been on camera this time.

Charlie checked the camera again. A loud gasp leaving her mouth for the second time…he was nowhere in the picture. This was a joke right? Someone had touched the camera and was playing a prank on her. Heavy boots crunched under the gravel coming closer and closer. The tiny hairs on her arm began to raise and her heart thudded loudly in her chest. When he finally stood inches away from her the camera slipped from her fingers and onto the moist ground. Her neck craned to stare into the face of the man. Green eyes seemingly glowing as they captured hers. Every instinct in her was calling for her to run, to save herself from a dark fate. But it was as if she was stuck in place.

“Calm your heart little dove. I promise to never pluck a hair from your pretty little head..we have too much work to do. So much to uncover.” He placed a large hand over her chest,careful to not touch her breast. And let his odd eyes close and feel the rushing of her heart under his hand. He put that fear there.

“Please..I don’t want to die. You can take anything from the diner but please..please. I won’t tell anyone else about this I swear.” Tears fell now. People always made it seem as if death wasn’t anything to fear, that it would come quick and swift without a sound. But Charlie feared it..wasn’t ready for it..so soo much work left to do, so many things in life she had yet to accomplish.

“Nothing in that diner is as valuable as you are..it’s fine time you learned that little dove. It’s fine time you’ve learned your place in this world, I will guide you as you will me.” The hand on her chest was now on her shoulder. And Charlie was never good at riddles, never really liked them. But what did he mean?

“Terry, you don't know me. What makes you think you know anything about my whereabouts in this world…this is crazy talk. I don’t believe you.”

“Do you believe what you saw on your camera then? Is that the only deciding factor between real and fake? You should look harder..I was always in the picture, just not something your fear would let you decipher.” He squatted down to retrieve the camera and dusted the small chunks of mud that stuck to its lenses before placing it back in her hands.

A deep breath. What if she was going crazy, what if Terry had been in the picture the whole time. She was scared to click through the camera and see, but she felt compelled to do so. Click. The first picture..she grappled with what she was looking at. In Terry's place against his bike was a…a creature. Something tall and sinister. It’s green eyes looking directly into the camera, long claws gripping the handles of the bike..just as Terry had. The camera dropped to the ground once more and she took off running towards the diner. She yanked and pulled on the door and yet it was sealed shut, she knew she didn’t lock it she would never be that forgetful. But he was walking closer now, closing the space between them.

“If you come any closer I’ll shoot you. Step any closer and I will blow your damn head off!” Charlie’s back was against the locked doors and she watched the man advance forward not caring for her threat.

“That may have been true if it wasn’t behind the counter in your bag. I said I wasn’t going to hurt you. I only wanted to reveal my true self to you..you’re the first human I’ve shown myself to in 200 hundred years. I trust you.”

It was clear now. He was on drugs, hard ones. No human would be alive for 200 hundred years and as for him knowing the location of your bag..he had to have been snooping around the bar one day while you were preoccupied. This was all a big fucking joke and a waste of Charlie’s time.

“Terry, stop it. You’re human just like me. You eat AND drink just like me..made from flesh and bone just like me. Are you on drugs..if so there’s a really nice rehab center the next city over. They helped a family member of mine once.” Charlie was hell bent on proving to Terry that his line was just heavily deluded, he would be fine once those drugs left his system.

“If you were over 200 years old your heart wouldn’t beat..you wouldn't be standing here right now. See my heart beats and yours will do the same.” Charlie placed her hand to his chest and felt..nothing. She assumed it was faint but when she loved her hand and tried placing it directly on his heart. Still nothing. No beating, just hot skin.

“Why me Terry..you could have done this to anyone else why me. I don’t want to know this..whatever you are. You can’t trust me with this information..I’ll tell everyone.” Charlie knew she was bluffing. She knew even more that someone would label her crazy if she repeated anything from this night.

“You don’t believe that. In your heart you’ll do what’s right every time. Just trust me and I promise I will tell you everything Tuesday. But if you find yourself needing me before then use this. Your father will be here shortly, be safe little dove.” He handed her a small metal oval shaped object, incantations that would summon him were engraved around the edges. His tall form retreated and he hopped on his bike. He shot her a toothy grin before his face disappeared behind his helmet and she watched him until he disappeared into the distance.

Exhaustion gripped Charlie on the road home with her father. Her body was heavy and she felt like she’d worked a 24 hour shift as her eyes drooped and her clammy hands shook in her lap. Rest was what she needed. A hot shower, some tea and her bed but outside of the weariness she felt, her mind drifted to Terry over and over. The fear that gripped her tonight felt foreign, like her body had never felt that afraid her whole life. Would curiosity kill her just as it had done the cat? Or would she be spared by a force she couldn’t see.

They arrived home rather quickly. Her father Hank walked over to open her door and carry in her bags. She took her time stepping out of the car, limbs aching to be stretched and soothed by hot water. She sighed deeply and began walking up the steps of their home. But a loud caw stopped her in her tracks. A lone crow sat in the magnolia tree in her front yard. The shiny onyx feathers dancing with the moonlight and giving the bird a striking appearance. But this crow was no ordinary crow and as she stepped closer she realized its black beady eyes had been traded for green ones..familiar green eyes. It cawed once more at her before it bowed, extended a wing, and flew away. Leaving in its wake a dark feather that she took inside with her.

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ceoofyearning · 9 months ago

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half algorithm, half deity - (Mafia AU) Eris Vanserra

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Fem!Reader (Rhysand’s Sibling)

Summary: You try to date other people, but in truth you’ve only ever wanted Eris Vanserra.

Tags/Warnings:

Explicit (18+, MINORS DNI), SMUT with plot, Angst, Modern Mafia AU, Established FWB, Mentions of past Tamlin x Reader (brief), Mentions canon typical violence, Mentions of minor character death (Rhysand’s mom and other sister)

Alcohol, Oral (M & F receiving), Rough but make it tender & loving too, Hair pulling, P in V, Overstim if you squint (please lmkif i missed anything)

Word Count: 6.5k

Links: Masterlist | My Art

Despite your father’s best efforts, you didn’t inherit your family’s propensity for violence.

You drink your wine and remind yourself of that fact for the umpteenth time tonight. But if this male gives you another backhanded compliment or, Mother forbid, another unsolicited criticism, you might reconsider that fact. Rhys had made sure you knew how to gut a man in just three moves and you remember each precise stroke as effortlessly as a breath.

To dissuade yourself from such thoughts, you take another generous gulp of wine - your only saving grace as you listen to him drone on and on about his most recent business acquisition. For the past forty-five minutes, the man has managed to recount his entire genealogy, his academic history and recited what felt like an itemized list of all his professional accomplishments. This is supposed to be a date, you’re tempted to remind him, not a chance to whip out his dick and measure it.

He has yet to ask you anything about yourself, of course, entirely preoccupied with stroking his damn ego. You’ve stopped trying after the fifth cycle of appropriately timed ‘ooh’s and ‘ahh’s, seeing he doesn’t seem to need you to continue his tirade. Your pointed glares and longing glances at your wristwatch remain unnoticed too. The number of drinks you’ve had seems to be an entirely different story, however.

"You know, you should really slow down," he remarks, his sardonic smirk exposing a set of eerily straight white teeth.

“And why is that, exactly?” You ask before taking another long sip of wine with deliberate slowness. His jaw clenches ever so slightly, his smile little more than a collection of clenched teeth.

“You wouldn’t want to be too drunk for later.” He makes a show of raking his beady eyes over your form. The predatory glint in his eye makes your skin crawl and your hackles raise in equal measure.

“Bold of you to assume there would be a later,” you drawl, your eyes narrowing into slits, nostrils flaring in silent outrage.

“Oh, there will,” he declares with an impressive amount of unearned confidence. “How else are you going to pay me back for this meal, sweetheart?” He says it as though it’s a given, like your body is something he’s owed for this paltry display. Fuck, if you don’t leave now, you’re sure you’ll end this night behind bars, probably charged with manslaughter. Rhys would get you out of it, of course, but he’d be incredibly smug about it and you couldn’t have that.

The man makes another show of tracing his slimy gaze over your body, making a pleased sound in the back of his throat. “I must say, I wasn’t a big fan of the dress - too revealing to be classy, in my opinion - but I suppose it wouldn’t matter when it’s on the floor of my penthouse.”

You admit that you don’t try very hard to hold back a gag. Without even dignifying him with a response, you hail the waiter and gesture for the bill in the hopes that the expression on your face is enough to convey the urgency you feel. To her credit, it only takes her a minute to rush to the table in all black and white salvation, the bill in hand.

With haste, you pull out the cash from your wallet and slam it down the table. It should be enough to cover everything, even the tip. You give the man one last scathing glare before you rise from the table. A fish out of water - that’s what he looks like, wide-eyed with his mouth opening and closing, probably on the cusp of claiming to everyone in the room that you’re crazy, that you’re overreacting.

Before he can do any of that you pivot sharply towards the exit, ignoring the man’s indignant sputtering. Your feet protest beneath you, your new stilettos digging painfully into your skin with every step. Only when you’re five blocks away from the restaurant do you let yourself slow to a stop. You press the heels of your palms into your eyes, undoubtedly ruining the makeup you spent such a long time putting on earlier that night.

Suddenly, the dress you felt so confident in now feels suffocating. The fabric clings to your skin fat too tightly, constricting your every movement. The silken garment you had thought to fit you like a glove now surrounded you like a cage. You tug at the neckline, trying to find some relief, but the discomfort only intensifies.

Frustration bubbles in your gut as you collapse onto the nearest bench to catch your breath. You feel so stupid. Although you don’t want to admit it, you’ve been looking forward to a nice night out after an entire week of slogging through work. Instead, you ended up sacrificing what little free time you have to satisfy some asshole’s vanity.

The city continues in indifferent chaos around you. The fluorescent streetlights overhead and the headlights of passing cars slice through the night. People bustle past, absorbed in their own lives, oblivious to your existence. At this moment, you’ve never felt more alone.

Seeing Feyre and Rhys fall in love has been an eye-opening experience. You’ve watched them gradually find happiness in each other, watched them build a life together. There’s also Nes and Cass, Viv and Kal - all so utterly content, so in painfully love. It is a relief to know that love is possible despite the kind of lives you live. After what happened - your gun slotted in between those bright forest eyes, finger frozen at the trigger; the stumbling string of sorries, of depthless regrets; white marble tiles stained crimson by blood - happiness hadn’t seemed like a possibility. All you’ve had since then are inconsequential flings and ill-conceived dalliances, nothing that could lead to anything more.

It’s difficult to admit that you want something more.

But since you’ve started seeing other people, it’s only been a series of disappointments one after the other. What made basic empathy and human decency such a scarce resource these days? In all honesty, you’re starting to lose hope, starting to think that maybe that love just isn’t in the cards for you.

You cared for Tamlin in your own foolish, fumbling way. He was solid ground, he was stubborn certainty. He clung to control so tightly that his nails left angry red indents on his palm. In many ways, you were his antithesis, his unmaking. He tried to be good but the both of you hadn’t been good for each other. Perhaps the two of you had been too lonely, too stubborn, too fucking young to realize not all forms of love were healthy.

Eris Vanserra is an entirely different matter. He came to you as a flicker of flame in the darkest night. He was a breath of fresh air - a lungful of ember and possibility - setting you alight from the inside out. More importantly, Eris understands you the same way one side of a coin knows the other. That, however, didn’t mean you could be together.

Perhaps in some ways, knowing made the longing worse.

Your hand clenches around air, around the vestige of a memory you can’t seem to let go of. Your fingers itch to dial the same set of numbers you’ve deleted from your phone time and time again. You remember it anyway, though. Your mind has faithfully cataloged every memory of him - silky red hair brushing against your cheek, amber eyes crinkling in mischievous delight, arms wrapping around your body, making you feel safe for the first time in your life.

Your body moves before your better judgment can catch up. Before you know it, the familiar set of numbers is staring accusingly at you from your phone screen. Droning rings of an outgoing call pierce the silence. On the third one, Eris picks up.

“Firefly.” That word. You can hear the amusement in his tone. You refuse to acknowledge the hint of relief you sense there too, the note of near manic joy. It’s been months since you’ve last seen each other, since you told him that you needed something more - more than stolen moments, more than simply falling in and out of each other's beds only to be nothing but mere strangers come morning.

You say nothing, trapping unsaid words behind teeth clenched so tightly it’s a wonder you don’t break your jaw.

“Cat got your tongue?” Eris laughs, smooth, sensual, and utterly addicting. The sound sends a shiver down your spine. You fight the sudden urge to feel his lips shape the words with your own, to feel the vibrations of his laughter with the tips of your fingers.

“Tell me where you are,” he tries again. You can hear him lean back on his office chair, undoubtedly working late yet again. To anyone else, he would’ve sounded perfectly calm.

“I don’t know,” you sniff, fighting back the traitorous tears. “I’m near the Moonstone Palace.” It’s the overpriced restaurant you had been in earlier, the reason you’re going to have to struggle with rent this month. You could always ask Rhys, but you’ve long since divorced yourself from your family’s wealth.

Eris exhales, and you hear a suspicious amount of rummaging in the background. “Could you send your location to me?” He suggests, and you can make out the faint sound of a door opening and closing.

“Okay.” It comes out as a resigned sigh.

Before he hangs up, he makes sure, “Are you safe?”

“I am.”

“Give me fifteen minutes.”

Eris arrives in ten.

You’re slumped on the bench, clutching your purse to your chest as the frigid night air rushes past you. In your haste, you completely forgot to retrieve your coat before rushing out of the restaurant. But then, the low growl of an engine captures your attention. You turn to find a sleek black Benz gliding into view before coming to a halt right in front of you.

The window rolls down to reveal Eris’s smug face, familiar and foreign all at once. His bright fiery locks, longer now, have been tamed into a braid behind his back. Loose strands frame his sharp features, highlighting the severity of his beauty. He looks paler than usual, freckles now barely visible across his cheeks.

Eris grins, voice laced with far too much delight. “Didn’t I tell you, Love? You wouldn’t be able to stay away.”

Your nostrils flare involuntarily, equal parts irritation and wry amusement warring in you. When he notices the redness of your eyes, however, his smile banks. The only reason you can tell he’s worried is because you’ve spent an inordinate amount of time learning his tells, mapping the meaning behind the slivers of genuine emotion that sometimes slip through his carefully constructed mask. You’ve got it down to a science, interpreting him the same way astronomers find reason in the depths of the cosmos.

Without another sly remark, he steps out of the car and slips out of his coat as he strides toward you. When he moves to wrap the garment around your body, you try to protest. “That won’t be necessary.”

“You’re freezing,” he insists before dropping the surprisingly heavy coat over your shoulders. The effect is immediate. Eris is a walking furnace most days and traces of his heat still linger on the cloth, thawing the ice that has gathered beneath your skin.

You groan in relief despite yourself, finally acquiescing and pulling his coat tighter around you. Eris smirks, and you shoot him a perfunctory glare in response. Thankfully, though, he doesn’t comment on the way you bury your face in the upturned lapels, inhaling a lungful of his cinnamon and woodsmoke scent.

“Fun night?” He asks once you’ve plopped down the passenger seat.

“Obviously,” you reply, words thick with sarcasm. “I had the time of my life, really. Nothing like a date with another entitled, self-involved trust fund asswipe to liven up my Saturday night.” Eris looks entirely too pleased with this information.

He shrugs. “Your dates can’t compare?” He shoots you a knowing look. You resent the implication, but can’t entirely deny it either.

The truth of the matter is that you’ve never truly gotten over Eris. As brief as your explosive affairs may have been, the male has found a way to burrow beneath skin, to etch himself onto the surface of your mind. There is no washing him off you. In these last few months, all you’ve done is find fragments of him in faceless men.

“Can’t compare to your arrogance, maybe,” you retort a beat too late.

“Oh Firefly, you know you love it,” the smug bastard shoots back smoothly.

“You think you know me so well,” you grumble, crossing your arms defensively.

“Well enough.” Eris’s smile widens, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Well enough to know those men you’ve found aren’t worth your time.”

You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the fact that he is at least vaguely aware of your failed attempts at dating. Embarrassment coils in your gut, betrayed only by the steadily rising flush of your cheeks. “Maybe one day I’ll find someone who doesn’t make me want to scream.”

“Maybe,” he agrees, a hint of mischief lingering in his eyes. “But where’s the fun in that?” He leans toward you, face hovering over yours. The intensity of his gaze feels dangerous, almost like a threat, a promise that he could easily tear down all your walls if he pleased. Memories flash - of him devouring your mouth with his own, of bare bodies intertwined on soiled sheets, of him greedily drinking in each moan from your mouth as you clench tightly around his length - playing on torturous repeat in your mind.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” Your breaths come short, voice trembling. Eris’s smile widens, canines glinting beneath the warm light - a well-honed predator to and through.

Eris chuckles. “And yet, here you are.”

You sincerely can’t tell whether you want to clock him in the jaw or pull him down for a kiss. But then, in a rare show of mercy, Eris withdraws. He simply pulls your seatbelt down and fastens it beside you before turning back to the wheel. You release a breath you don’t realize you are holding.

The engine roars beneath you and Eris begins to maneuver the car back onto the highway. You slump further down in your seat, only to have several objects dig into your ribs. You jolt up, patting down his coat for the offending items. In your search, you produce a stiletto hidden in the inner lining and a Glock 19 in one pocket.

“Really?” You quirk your brow at him as you drop another knife on the car floor.

Amber eyes dart towards you for the briefest second, a ghost of a smirk on his lips, before turning his gaze back to the road. You don’t doubt Eris has more hidden on his person, maybe even in this car.

“Can’t be too careful,” he replies with a shrug, his hand flexing on the wheel. You follow the movement with rapt attention, transfixed by the rhythmic contractions of the muscles beneath, by the faint blue of the veins that run in webs up his forearm.

Eris, the bastard, catches your preoccupation with his body. Of course, he does.

His smirk widens into a full grin, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Enjoying the view?"

You snap your gaze back to his face, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "Keep your eyes on the road," you remind him, stalling, trying to regain your composure. “Perhaps you should put up a show for me, and I’ll decide then.”

Eris chuckles at the challenge, a deep, resonant sound that never fails to send shivers down your spine.

The rest of the drive to your apartment is spent in comfortable silence, Eris content to leave you in your corner, brooding and bundled up in his coat. You lean your head on the window, letting your thoughts drift by at the same pace the scenery slips away from view. You don’t realize you’ve dozed off until you feel Eris tucking strands of your hair behind your ear.

“We’re here.”

Your eyes flutter open, reality reluctantly coalescing into focus in front of you. There's an amused expression on the redhead's face as he watches you wake. A part of you is tempted to curl back into a ball, content to pretend at peace just a little longer. Eris has no such qualms, however. He undoes your seatbelt and tugs you out of the vehicle. His arms remain loosely wrapped around your waist, though, even as he closes the door to the passenger seat.

“I should go.” He is so close his hot breath brushes against your cheek, the scent of mint permeating the air between you.

“You should.”

But none of you move to part. Your hands remain tightly fisted on his otherwise pristine shirt, while his arms create a cage around you, his body pressing you against the cool metal of the car.

“Why did you call?” Eris asks instead. His cheek rests on your temple, his nose buried in your hair like he can’t quite help but gravitate towards you. Your grip on him tightens the same way the sun pulls celestial bodies into its orbit, completely, inevitably.

“You know why.”

“Tell me anyway.” He pulls back just enough to look straight into your eyes, molten amber burning into you.

“I want you.” You confess. I’ve only ever wanted you, your mind further supplies. His gaze is searching, as if scouring for all the ways he can turn over your words in his head if the new angles would reveal some hidden meaning.

“I want to forget.” You continue, tugging him down by the collar. He follows willingly and rests his forehead on yours. Lips hover over your own, breaths mingling in the scant space between you. His mask turns translucent. Joy, pain, and regret flash in quick succession across his face before you can even parse their meaning.

“As do I, Love.”

The moment you step into your apartment, all traces of tenderness dissipate.

Eris has you trapped between the wall and the firm line of his lithe body. He easily towers over you. With one thigh wrapped around his slim waist, only his firm grip on your hips and his thigh slotted between your parted legs keep you upright. Your remaining leg stands precariously on the tips of your toes, teetering dangerously in whichever current Eris pulls you in.

His mouth is latched onto your neck, leaving blooms of red in his wake. You should tell him to stop, tell him not to leave any visible marks. But all words and reason are lost to you when his teeth scrape against the sensitive skin in time with a particularly well-timed roll of his hips.

“Eris!” You keen, clawing at his back in a vain attempt to find purchase. But there is no safe harbor to be found, not here. Eris is a force of nature. He is the living embodiment of wildfire, burning brightly, holding you so firmly, that it’s as though he intends to fuse your bodies together.

“What is it, Firefly?” He whispers the words against your ear, right before he catches your lobe in between his teeth. You can feel his lips curl against your skin. “What does my pretty girl want?”

“You.” It comes out as a demand, a desperate plea.

“Use your words, love.” His movements settle into a languid pace, excruciatingly slow, pulling a whine from your throat. His single hand encompasses your entire jaw. Pads of his fingers press against the joint, his grip firm but gentle. Eris turns your face so you’re looking straight into his burning eyes. “Let’s try again, shall we? Tell me, how do you want me?”

“I need your cock in my mouth,” you whisper your want against his lips, confessions you’d never be able to make in the light of day. Amber eyes roll back at the image your words evoke. Eris forces his eyelids shut as you continue to speak. “Then, I want to feel you inside me, fuck me into the mattress, until your name is the only word in my mind, until I can feel you for days after.”

“Firefly.” With his face in the crook of your neck, he groans like you’re torturing him. You allow him a few short moments to gather himself - heavy heated breaths blown onto your nape - before tugging him by the hair insistently. His braid comes loose and a river of red falls in delicate curls over his freckled shoulders. Eris is an entirely different person when his head snaps up to meet your gaze.

“On your knees.”

Electricity crackles through the air between you at the sheer command in his voice. Obediently, you sink to his feet, gazing up at him with wide hungry eyes. To his credit, Eris’s expression remains impassive, his ardor betrayed only by the tension in his jaw and the glint in his eyes. With his thumb, he presses down on your bottom lip.

“Suck.”

Your mouth parts to welcome him, until you feel the cool press of his signet against your lips, a welcome contrast. You swirl your tongue around the digit, bobbing your head for a few beats. Eris clenches his jaw, the pad of his thumb lightly digging onto your tongue as he pulls it out. You release it with a pop of your lips.

“Good.”

Eris tilts his head, a silent permission to continue. While you gradually slip off his belt and undo the zip of his trousers, Eris gathers your hair in his fist. With a single push, his impressive length is revealed to you, long and heavy. Anticipation sparks in your chest, eager to feel his weight on your tongue.

“Go on then.”

So you do. You flatten your tongue against the base of his cock, licking a stripe to the tip. There, you take the head into the wet heat of your mouth and suck. Eris makes an involuntary thrust, despite the tight leash he normally keeps around himself.

“Fuckin’ Hel,” he groans, grip now deliciously digging into your scalp. You moan your appreciation against him, and the male shudders in response. For a few moments, you simply alternate between lazily bobbing your head and swirling your tongue against him as best you can. Your hand twists in tandem to accommodate the remaining length of him.

“You’re a damned tease,” he accuses. “A demon.”

With wide eyes, you blink innocently up at him from beneath your lashes. Eris scoffs, rolling his eyes, but allows the torturous cycle to continue. When you sense his movements grow more erratic, his muscles tensing beneath your palms, you slow your movements just in time to deny him his release. At the third time of doing this, Eris looks close to breaking.

“Enough.” He growls, the command reverberating through the silent room, through every fiber of your being.

You still immediately, the intensity in his voice sending a thrill through you. He adjusts his grip on your hair, winding the strands around his knuckles and tugging lightly as if to test his grip. You groan at the bite of pain, your arousal dripping from you.

“I’m gonna fuck your pretty face now, Firefly.” He whispers with such disorienting tenderness. “Tap my thigh twice if it becomes too much, understand?”

“Yes.” Your too-eager reply draws a lopsided smile from Eris’s otherwise stoic demeanor. “Please,” you add as an afterthought as you brace your hands against his thighs.

Eris tilts his head once more, and you take that as your signal to proceed. Your lips wrap around him, cheeks hollowing out, tongue curved around his length. His thrusts begin tentatively, but it doesn’t take long for him to find his rhythm. The head of his cock hits the back of your throat with each thrust, his firm grip on your hair directing each movement. You will yourself to relax, angling yourself to take him better, deeper. For a while, all your thoughts evaporate, your entire focus simply on breathing through your nose and watching the look of ecstasy unfold across his face.

“You feel amazing around me.” Eris pants as he pushes impossibly deeper. You struggle to take him, throat spasming around him. “My good girl,” he coos, his thrusts stuttering. You groan against him when one stroke allows him to bottom out completely. Nose nuzzling the thin line of red on his lower stomach, tears bloom in your eyes. You look up, only to find him already gazing at you. His amber eyes were wide with want, transfixed at the sight of you taking him completely.

“I’m about to come, Love. You’ll be a good girl and take it, won’t you?” A drawn out mhm is all the permission he needs. “Every. Last. Drop.” Each word is punctuated by a thrust.

Then, on his final advance, Eris holds you there by the head until the very last moment, until the fire in your veins has spread into each lobe of your lungs. When you swallow around him, he chokes, rolling his hips into your mouth. Your fingers curl into claws against his thighs but you don’t tap out. He moves once, twice, then he’s gone. Eris allows you a bit of reprieve by retreating into your mouth as his length pulses the rest of his release onto your tongue.

“Fuck.” He rasps. Then, with a single tug, he pulls you off of him and onto your two wobbly legs. Eris only gives you a few seconds to catch your breath before his mouth crashes against yours for a kiss. He groans as he tastes himself on your tongue.

“So perfect for me, made to take me.” His hands roam your body as though eager to discover every square inch of exposed skin. This is Eris in his rawest form, you realize, all control turned into liquid flame in his hands. He practically tears your dress from your body, pushing down the silk until it pools on the floor.

“Yesss,” you hiss, clawing at his shirt and shoving it off his broad shoulders. “Only you.” Heavy thunks follow soon after - the gun holstered at his side, the knife strapped to his thigh.

“I fucking love you.” He growls in between breaths. Without giving you a chance to reply, he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, nipping at the raw flesh.

You don’t even realize he’s corralled you into your room before he pushes you onto the bed. He pulls you to the edge by the ankle. Eris stands tall before you, rendered in sharp angles and steady lines, softened only by the warmth in his amber eyes. Then, slowly, he kneels between your parted thighs like a supplicant before their God and your body is the only conduit of worship he knows.

“You okay?” He asks this while his head is pillowed on your thigh, as though he hadn’t just blown your mind. Eris, you’ve discovered, is a collection of contrasts - rough one second, and painfully tender the next. No amount of studying him could let you predict the direction of his passion. You don’t mind, though, you’d happily be carried away in his current.

“Perfectly.”

“You remember your word?” He removes your stilettos, brushing over the raw skin where the straps have dug in.

“I do.”

“Say it for me.” He lines your heels neatly at the foot of your bed.

“Ember.”

“Good.” Eris begins his meandering path up your legs. A kiss on your ankle, lips ghosting over your leg. Once his lips reach your thighs, he starts to nibble and suck on your skin. The simple declaration of possession shouldn’t please you as much as it does, but it only deepens the pool of desire and anticipation in your gut.

“Eris,” you whine, breathless, as he pauses at the seam of your thigh. His smirk only grows at your increasingly desperate pleas and the erratic movements of your hips.

“Use your words, Firefly.” Eris reminds you beatifically. “Tell me what you want.”

“Your mouth,” you begin, already struggling to form a coherent string of words. “Please?”

“My mouth?” He asks, pretending to consider it. “But I thought you said you wanted my cock?”

His taunting jolts you out of your reverie, always rearing to meet his fire with your own. You come up to your elbows to level him a raised brow. “Well, you’re already on your knees, aren’t you?” Despite knowing you’ll pay for your words later, you try to inject as much bravado into your voice as you can. The effect is dulled by your obvious desperation though.

Eris chuckles, shaking his head as if in disapproval. “What to try that again, Firefly?” He blows a hot breath towards your core, the sudden sensation sending a jolt of electricity down your spine. “I’m sure you can do better than that.”

You clench your teeth, a vain attempt to keep the pleas trapped within your mouth. Eris remains steadfast, of course, staring you down with obvious amusement. His lips travel a languid path, teeth teasing, mouth nipping, veering closer and closer but never close enough. This is a battle you’ve already lost from the start.

“Please?” You grit out. “Can I please have your mouth?”

“You’re a greedy little thing aren’t you?” Eris laps at the marks he’s left, just a few millimeters from where you want him to be. Practically vibrating with need, you dangle on the sharp edge of anticipation. The bite Eris plants on the soft flesh of your thigh is what pushes you off the precipice.

“Please,” you plead, each syllable dripping with need. “Can I please have your mouth?”

“Well, since you asked so prettily,” Eris drawls, entirely indulgent. He places your leg over his shoulder and dives in. First, he runs the flat of his tongue over your flimsy thong, lapping at your slit. You shudder at the sensation, melting against the sheets as he continues.

“You taste divine.” He growls, the vibrations making you tighten around nothing. Then, closes his mouth over your slit and begins to suck. You throw your head back, heel digging into his back, hips arching towards the pull of his mouth. Your arousal seeps into the cloth. A heartbeat, a fraction of eternity, then Eris licks the lace greedily like a man starved.

“I can’t get enough of you.” He mouths against the fabric. You feel the truth of his words as surely as the growing flame in your gut. Then, he slides your undergarments down one thigh, keeping it wrapped around the other, a mockery of a wedding garter. Finally, his lips close around your clit as he slides one long finger in you, then two, scissoring them inside. You release a choked sob. His fingers are much thicker than your own, but the stretch is a burn you’ve been craving for far too long.

“Fuck, Firefly, you’re so damn tight.” He murmurs against your skin. He begins thrusting his fingers in and out of you, making it a point to curl his digits in just the right spot. The precision of his movements is enough to drive you out of your mind. Eris shifts between murmuring sweet nothings against your heated skin and drawing precise circles around your clit.

At some point, Eris’s free hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers with his own. It doesn’t take long for you to climb that familiar high. Hurtling over the edge so fast, you don’t even realize you’re cumming until you’re overtaken by a wave of pleasure. It saturates your senses until the only thing that makes sense is Eris, Eris, Eris.

He doesn’t stop. His fingers hit that torturous angle, while his tongue laps at your bud. “One more,” he demands and you whine in protest. “Just one more, Love.”

“‘S too much-“ you try to say, but your words crack into a sob. “I c-can’t-“

“You can,” he coos. “My good girl, my lovely little Firefly.” The praise does more for you than his hands could. “Always so perfect for me.”

Desire is a living thing inside you, an inferno building beneath your skin. You crush his fingers in your grip, while the other threads itself through his silken locks, needing something to anchor you unspool for him.

“Eris, I’m-“ your voice cracks, reality blurring around you as you spasm around him, hips gyrating, driven only by pure primal instinct. He groans, as though your pleasure is as good as his own. His fingers speed up, his tongue licking your bud to and fro with dangerous precision.

“Cum for me, Firefly.”

You do. You break into flames with his name on your lips, back bowing, eyes trained to the unseen sky. You barely even register when Eris climbs into bed with you, too preoccupied with reacquainting yourself with your body. Only when he pulls your pliant form over his chest do you meet his gaze.

“Are you alright?” There is concern in his gaze, and you wipe the worry from his face as you run your knuckles over his cheek.

“Perfectly.” An invisible tug calls you to dip your head and taste yourself on his lips. Eris licks the seam of your mouth and waits patiently until your lips part for him.

Without breaking contact, you wrap your hand around his girth and begin stroking him to full hardness. Your tongues meet, and you relish the trace of your taste in his mouth. Once his cock is ready, you line him up with your entrance.

You lower yourself onto him, slowly, inch by inch, until you’re fully on his lap. For a moment, you simply stay like that, with him seated deep within you, lips locked in a languid ebb and flow. When you begin to move, you do it together, rising and falling in question and answer to the other. You wonder if there will always be this constant compulsion to have Eris near, the need to feel his skin against yours, to feel his beating heart thump in step with your own. Somehow, against all reason, he’s managed to worm his way into your life, to make a home for himself within the chambers of your heart.

Eris becomes the ruined wreckage of a man as you slide off him up until only the tip remains, before slamming back down. Eris keeps his gaze on you as though he’d rather die than miss a single moment of this. He groans, meeting each and every single one of your movements. His one hand grips your hip, guiding and grinding, fingers digging into you. The other cups your breast, his thumb tracing over your nipple. When your thighs begin to ache, legs quaking, powered only by desire and desperation, Eris easily flips you over.

“Harder,” you choke out, “deeper.”

“So demanding,” Eris teases but seems happy enough to comply. He places a pillow beneath your hips. You almost whine at the pause, but Eris doesn’t give you a chance. He begins with an unforgiving pace, pistoning in and out of you with abandon. The new angle is torture specifically designed to tear your remaining sanity into shreds. Your legs lock around his waist, hands clasped tightly with his own. His lips hover over yours, drinking in each whimper, each moan, like it's ambrosia and you’re the sole source.

“Are you about to cum for me, Love?” Eris breathes. And you nod frantically.

“Tell me, Firefly, who’s making you feel good, hm?” He punctuates the sentence with a hard thrust that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“You are,” you rasp, convulsing around him as his cock nudges the perfect spot inside of you.

“My name,” he demands.

“Eris.” It comes out as drawn out moan, a plea, a promise.

“And who do you belong to?” The force of each slam has you seeing sparks, and when he begins to circle your clit with his thumb? You’re gone, utterly defeated and consumed by the flame.

“You!” You scream, repeating his name over and over and over.

“That’s right,” he purrs. Your thighs shake, back arching completely off the mattress. The world breaks apart around you, reality melting into a flash of blinding light. He slows down and fucks you through the throes of rapture, extending seconds into eons while you flutter around him. With one last grind of his hips, you feel his cock throb as he spills deep inside you.

Eris collapses on top of you, surrounding you in his scorching warmth. For a long while, only your shared breaths exist in the silence. He nuzzles deeper into the crook of your neck, as though unable to help himself.

Eris doesn’t tell you he loves you again. He shouldn’t, for both of your sakes. But you feel it in the featherlight kisses he leaves over your shoulder, his gentle touch as he traces each curve, line, and ridge of your body. He does it with such ease, as though it’s an art he’s perfected through the years, through lifetimes.

Instinctively, you begin to run your hands over his back, fingers running over the lattice of faded scars there. Anger is a flaming arrow through your chest. Beron is not an easy father to have. Eris, as the prospective heir to his empire, receives the brunt of his brutal scrutiny. What you’d give to have the opportunity to tear that old bastard’s head from his shoulders.

As if sensing your sudden agitation, Eris’s roaming hands become more insistent, kneading away all the tension from your muscles. “Relax,” he whispers against your ear.

Although he rolls off of you, he doesn’t go far. Without letting you out of the cage of his arms, he curls beside you like a cat, each plane of your bodies perfectly aligned. With his head resting over your heart, a rumble of contentment escapes him.

It’s startling to think that to anyone outside of this room, Eris is a villain, as well-versed in savagery as his father. But you know him, seen parts of him the world would never know. You and Eris have always been two sides of the same coin.

He understands what it’s like to endure and inherit a father’s rage, to house a mother’s bottomless grief, to be saturated with so much shame it steals your every breath. The two of you are so different and yet are hewn from the same ore, forged from the same fire. Although there are a multitude of reasons why the both of you can’t be together, it feels as though Eris is the only one who's ever truly seen you as you are.

But self-denial is a circus act you and Eris perform with practiced ease. You’ve already fucked up before and it wasn’t you who ended up paying the price. No, it had been your mother and your sister. Their blood will stain your hands for the rest of your life.

You won’t make that same mistake again.

Two twined heartbeats, breaths released and taken in unison, Eris drifts off as your fingers card through his hair. You drink him in, long lashes fluttering as he flits into sleep, faint freckles like stars scattered over the ridge of his nose, and his face, for once, open and devoid of that familiar mask. You map its planes with the tips of your fingers, cataloging each detail and etching them onto the back of your mind.

Eris will be gone come morning. He always is. The only proof of his presence would be the ache between your thighs and his scent still lingering on your sheets. But for now, though, he is yours, as fleeting as this moment may be.

This is enough, you tell yourself.

AN: hello this is my first smut fic in a while & this is a bit different from my usual thing so i was a bit nervous about posting this one. Let me know what you guys think!

Dialogue and banter aren’t my strong suit but i tried my best ;u;

This started as pwp fic but now there’s plot and I’m invested. I’ve got a few ideas and I kinda want to do a series of one-shots for these two.

English isn’t my first language. If you see any mistakes please let me know thru DM! Thank you 💙

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From Osaka with LOVE

This is a tribute to my ultimate bias for her birthday.

Sana POV

"Not again!" I exclaimed as my little boy splashed water on the light blue dress I had put on to spend time with my friends, which I often did on Friday nights, before dashing away into the living room of my Osaka flat.

" What a brat." I mumbled in between myself chasing him.

He was a ten-year-old boy, but he was so smart for his age. He was also very timid with other people, but not me.

I adopted him from the local orphanage when he was six. I decided to have a child because I always wanted one, no matter the opinions of my friends and family.

When I finally caught him I pinned him on the sofa, he was naked dripping wet from the bath I gave him before dressing up myself.

" You are going to regret this.” I warned him, tickling his belly with my fingers. He burst out laughing, his whole body moving up and down.

His blue eyes were staring at me like he was challenging me to do my best, he was wearing a mischievous smile.

His black hair was wet and messy, sticking all over his face.

" No, no, no." he cried in between laughs.

I tickled him more, harder than before, he laughed so hard that his tears came out, I stopped just to let him breathe.

" Sorry, I just wanted to make you stay here with me tonight." he affirmed, his voice full of emotion, like he was about to cry.

I have always had a soft spot for children, so much so that I became a kindergarten teacher as soon as I graduated. The pay wasn't much but my heart was full of love and joy when I taught those kids.

And now I had my kid, in my early 20s who was a totally different beast from the others I met at work. He could enthusiastically speak with me about the history of the unification of Japan like he was there in one moment, and the second later acting like a brat that needed a lesson from his mother.

" Don't worry my baby boy, I'll stay with you tonight, just don't make me run like crazy around the flat next time." I told him, I stroked his wet hair trying to smooth it.

He nodded and raised his arms to be carried by me. I couldn't resist his cuteness, so I complied, lifting him from the sofa.

His head went naturally on the crook of my neck. He wrapped his arms around my head, squeezing me a bit too hard.

We went to his room to get him into his pyjamas. " Mum can I sleep in the bed with you?" his request was a no-brainer for me so I carried him to my room.

I laid him on the bed and covered him with the duvet, without thinking twice I removed my dress and walked to the bed with just my underwear and bra.

My baby stared at me the all time, I could tell he was enjoying the view.

" Mum, you have the body of an angel." he affirmed.

" Complimenting a woman will get you far in life." I told him as I lay down beside him.

His head was resting on my shoulder, his eyes staring at my boobs.

Unexpectedly he leaned on the closest nipple to him and gave it a soft kiss first and a gentle lick after through the fabric of my bra.

" Let me unclasp it." I stopped him, reaching behind my back to undo it. As soon as my breasts were freed, my son repeated his action. This time he put more effort into the kiss sending a jolt of pleasure all over my body.

His small hand grabbed my boob, holding it up for his lips to be kissed and licked by him.

" You are doing so good." I whispered in his ear.

He kept kissing and sucking my breasts while I stroked his black hair, giving him a boost of confidence and courage.

I pulled him over my body his face was close to mine, his sweet scent invading my nostrils. He leaned closer until our lips touched.

I took control of the kiss, gently caressing his lips with mine, pushing them apart with my tongue, I tasted his mouth with a quick but deep French kiss.

His smart ass understood rapidly to make use of his tongue, stroking mine, following my lead. I could feel the excitement in his body, I broke the kiss and licked the line of his neck with the tip of my tongue. My arms were wrapped around him, holding him close to me.

He aroused me in a way I didn't expect. " Baby, keep sucking my tits like a good boy." I instructed him and with my left hand reached my clit.

The combination of our actions made me moan and squirm under his body. My climax was building up quickly.

When he bit my nipple a little too harshly than before, it became the last drop for me to orgasm.

As I came he licked my tit more passionately, making me squirt in my underwear, all over my crotch.

When I finished shuddering, he looked up at me and pecked my lips. " I don't know what happened but I can tell I made you happy, Sana." his voice was somehow proud.

" Yes, indeed baby." I confirmed his assumption. He rested his head on my chest, I held him tight as we fell asleep under the duvet.

I woke up with my sweet baby sucking on my nipple, the one he neglected the most the night before like it was his dummy.

As soon as he felt me moving he stopped and greeted me good morning. " You got addicted to my tits, didn't you?" I questioned, his response was affirmative as he got back sucking my tit with eagerness.

My baby had his morning wood, and the tip of his penis was poking me through his pyjamas. I invaded his underwear wrapping my fingers around his dick.

I stroked him slowly up and down, he gasped in surprise and pleasure at the same time. His moans were cute, his hands were covering my breasts, squeezing them while he sucked on my nipple.

I could feel him growing bigger in my grip, his skin was smooth and hot like his body.

" Mum something is building up in my lower body." he panicked. His blue eyes looked at me for reassurance, with my other hand I cupped his face and kissed him slowly trying to making him feel safe.

I didn't stop stroking him, he closed his eyes, and his hips moved up and down matching my rhythm.

Suddenly he arched his back and squirted in my hand, all over the linen.

He collapsed on me, his face buried on my shoulder. " Mum, it felt good." his words were muffled against my skin. I lifted his chin so I could look at his face.

" You will get to feel better in the future." I reassured him with a peck on his lips. He smiled at me and kissed me back.

The next Monday, after I sent my son to school, I went to work as usual.

" Hi, Ms. Yamanote, how can I help you?" I greeted her when I found her waiting for me in front of my classroom at the end of the day. She was one of the colleagues who helped me during my first period as a kindergarten teacher. I owed her a lot.

She smiled at me. " Sana, I need a favour and I've no clue who I could trust but you for this." I could tell that she was nervous about asking me something.

" Of course, what is it?" I asked her curious about her request.

She looked around, making sure no one was nearby. " Can you help my son Saito lose his virginity, please?" she begged me.

I was taken aback by her request but I remained calm on the surface.

" How old is he?" I asked her back, trying to understand the situation better.

" He is 18 years old." she replied, her face flushed as she was embarrassed.

" Have you not consider to make him visit a hostess club or something like that?" I questioned not understanding why I was asked to do such a thing.

" He is too shy, he would never go alone to one of those place." she explained, her voice almost inaudible.

" Ms. Yamamote I am flattered but I don't think I am the right person for the job." I refused her.

" Please Sana, consider it at least. I am willing to pay a lot of money to the woman who will be able to deflower my son." she almost begged me, her voice was full of desperation.

I left the school with her proposal still in my head.

The next day I found Ms. Yamamote in the same place she waited for me the day before.

" Hello Ms. Yamamote, what are you doing here?" I asked her, my curiosity about her presence was too big.

" I was hoping to see you." she answered me back, her face was nervous.

" So I see." I commented. " Well I am here so what do you want?"

" I want to ask you again if you will consider helping my son." she repeated her request from the day before.

I thought about her proposal for a few seconds. " I am considering it but I will do just if the payment is worth the effort." I informed her.

She nodded she expected that I would want compensation for the job.

" I will give you 500.000 yen." she told me, her face showing the hope that her offer was good enough.

Her offer was quite good, it was more than a month of my salary as a kindergarten teacher but I knew that I could get more out of her.

" It is not enough." I flatly refused her offer.

She looked at me like she was disappointed but not ready to give up. " How much do you want then?" she asked me.

" I want one million yen cash beforehand and I want to do it in my place."

Reluctantly she nodded and we agreed to let the event happen the next Friday night.

At school, on Friday morning she handed me the envelope with the money I asked for, and we didn't talk about it for the rest of the day.

I had the idea to let my son watch us, I've already explained to him that I had agreed to help the son of a colleague with something he could learn from.

" Baby, remember that I love only you." I asserted stroking his hair while we were sitting on the sofa, waiting for Saito to arrive.

For the occasion, I decided to spice up my outfit, wearing a sleeveless blueish mini-dress with a deep cleavage. My legs were in full display, and my baby was ogling my thighs.

" Can I touch them?" he asked me, his fingers already in the hem of my dress.

" Of course you can." I agreed as I spread my legs apart so he could get access to my crotch.

He pushed my dress up and started kissing my thighs, his soft lips were sending shivers down my spine. He reached my underwear and he was trying to pull it down, but the sound of the doorbell interrupted him.

" Hold on, baby, our guest is here." I stood up and walked to the door. I opened it and I saw a young man, tall and well-built. His face was plain, for my liking he was nothing special, I would not have looked twice at him if I had met him in the street.

" Hello, you must be Saito." I greeted him with a smile. " Come in."

He followed me to the living room, where my son was still sitting on the sofa. His eyes were fixed on him from the moment entered the house.

Saito seemed timid, as his mother described him, but his eyes scanned me up and down.

" Hi." I heard my son's greeting from behind me, his voice sounded cold, like he didn't appreciate the presence of another male in the house.

" Saito this is my son, he is going to watch us." I introduced them, I sat down on the sofa between them, my baby grabbed my waist with his arm and pulled me close to him. Saito looked at us with surprise.

" Do you mind if he does?" I asked him.

"It's your house so do what you want." he shrugged, his tone was not nice at all.

I leaned back and relaxed on my son's lap, he nuzzled my neck with his nose. My son's arms were wrapped around me, his hands playing with my breasts.

" Are you ready to lose your virginity?" I asked Saito, looking at him straight in the eyes.

"Yeah." he affirmed, his tone sounding sure this time.

I stood up and beckoned him to follow me to my bedroom. " Come on, let's see if you have what it takes." I teased him. He walked behind me with a smirk on his face. He entered my room with the confidence that he was missing before, my baby followed us and laid down on my bed.

I stood in front of Saito and kissed him. His lips were not soft like my baby's but not rough either.

He grabbed my waist with his hands and pulled me closer to him, his tongue invaded my mouth and stroked mine like he was trying to make a point.

I could feel my son's eyes on me as I kissed Saito. He broke the kiss first and started unbuttoning his shirt.

He seemed to be proud of his body and rightly so, he was tall, muscular and well-defined, but something was missing. He wasn't handsome by a long shot.

" Saito, show us your dick." I requested. I had sat on the edge of the bed with my little boy, who was roaming his hands on my naked shoulders.

Saito hesitate for a second, like he was shy and then he pulled out his dick from his underwear.

A poignant silence filled the room, his dick was tiny and limp like my son's when he was a toddler.

" What are we going to do with that?" my son asked me with a whimsical tone. I turned to look at him.

" Don't be a brat ." I chastised him. I got up and kneeled in front of Saito.

His dick was still not hard, I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it softly. He was breathing heavily and his face looked more battered than before.

I licked his tip and he groaned, his hips moved forward pushing himself deeper in my mouth.

I sucked his cock easily given his small dimensions, I did my job getting him hard.

" Go on the bed, and stroke your cock waiting for me." I explained to him.

I was not aroused by any means, my little boy sensed my disappointment and came to my rescue. He stood up and came in front of me, he used his tongue to paint my cleavage with soft strokes.

I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him up to kiss him deeply.

With my other hand, I rubbed my clit through my underwear, my moans were swallowed by my baby's mouth.

" Mum." he murmured in my mouth. " Can I undress you?"

I turned around in front of him showing the zip that was running on the back of the dress. He zipped me down and slid my dress off me.

I stepped out of it, remaining with just my black panties. His hands cupped my freed breasts, massaging them and pinching my nipples.

His lips kissed my shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses up to my earlobe, which he nibbled. I moaned and turned to kiss him. Our tongues intertwined in a wet French kiss.

" Baby, you made me wet." I mumbled in his mouth, breaking the kiss. His response was a smirk and a hard bite on my neck, his fingers dipped inside my underwear rubbing my slit.

I felt his fingers exploring my pussy, I was already soaking wet for him. " Yes, yes." I encouraged him, arching my back and pushing my breasts in his face.

His lips closed around my nipple, sucking it harder than before, sending shivers all over my body.

My baby's fingers kept rubbing me, moving in a circle on my clit. My legs trembled, while my orgasm was approaching.

I grabbed his face with my hands and kissed him, my tongue invading his mouth. My moans were muffled in our kiss, his hand moved faster.

" Oh god." I cried out as my climax washed me over, my body shuddered thankfully my son held me tight.

I opened my eyes and Saito was staring at us with envy, his dick was hard in his hand.

" Now you will fuck me." I ordered him and walked to the bed.

My son trailed behind me and using the tip of his fingers pulled down my panties, I kicked them off me.

Saito was on the bed waiting for me, his cock was hard, looking ready to go. I crawled on the bed and kneeled between his legs; I licked his cock from the base to the tip, and he moaned at the sensation.

" Baby can you please pick a condom?" I pointed to the drawer of my nightstand.

My little boy handed me a condom, I rolled it on Saito's dick and sat up to straddle him.

I lowered myself slowly on his cock, my pussy stretched around him engulfing all his shaft as I seated on him, making him groan.

His length wasn't the most enjoyable, yet I had to work with what I had under me. I began to ride him slowly, moving my hips in circles. His eyes were closed as he enjoyed the sensations I was giving him.

After a few minutes, I picked up the pace, planting my hands on his shoulders to hold myself while I fucked him, bouncing on his dick.

" Yes, Saito, you are almost there." I encouraged him. I was doing all the job, he didn't take the initiative once.

He was unexperienced, still a virgin after all. I kept riding him hard, slamming his cock inside me until he groaned loudly and his hips spasmed under me.

In a matter of 4 minutes, since I sat on him, Saito emptied himself into the condom. He laid on the bed spent, I was aroused but there was no more use for him.

" Saito, you lost your virginity. I had kept my end of the bargain, now you will have to leave." I instructed him, I got up from him, taking his dick out of me.

He looked at me surprised and a bit angry. " That's it?" he asked me.

" You have paid for your virginity and that's gone." I pointed out.

Saito looked like he wanted to protest further but he didn't, leaving the house soon after.

I had deflowered the one I got asked for, now was time to deflowered who I really wanted. My baby.

I walked in the bedroom as naked as I was, his blue eyes stared at me with hunger, like he couldn't wait to have his hands on me.

" Baby come here and undress in front of me." I told my son sitting on the edge of the bed legs wide open.

He stood up and in front of me, he removed his clothes, showing me his naked body. I might be biased but my son was handsome, his features were sharp and defined, and his hair was dark and messy.

His body was still skinny but not for long, he would grow and fill out in no time. His dick on the other end was already beyond promising.

Even now it was big enough to make me go heels over head to enjoy it.

I beckoned him closer with my finger, he walked to me and kneeled down in front of the bed.

I spread my legs wide and he buried his face between my thighs, eating me out like a hungry dog. His tongue lapped my slit, his lips sucked on my labia.

I moaned, grabbing his head and pushing him deeper into my pussy. " Yes." I murmured. His fingers replaced his tongue, he penetrated me with one of them, curling it up and massaging my G-spot.

" Ah god, yes." I praised him as I felt the build-up of my orgasm. His other hand grabbed my nipple and pinched it, making me shudder on the spot.

I came all over his face, his mouth devoured every single drop of my cum.

He started to trail a path of wet kisses from my cunt moving up to my belly, his tongue was licking every single inch of my skin.

Finally, he reached his favourite spot. His hands cupped and squeezed my breasts, his mouth made dinner of them.

He sucked and bit them making me moan and squirm under him.

I leaned back on the pillows and let him take control, his mouth left a trail of marks on my breasts, my body was covered in hickeys.

Suddenly he stopped and looked at me, his eyes were full of hunger. I knew what he was asking me without uttering a word.

" Yes." I gave him my permission to fuck me.

My little baby's face lit up with happiness as he heard my words. He moved on top of me, positioning his dick at the entrance of my pussy.

I was already wet for him, so it took no time for his cock to slide in me. He bottomed out on his first try, he filled me completely.

My back arched off the bed as he hit my cervix. " Oh god." I moaned. My hands cupped his face bringing him for a kiss, his lips were soft and gentle on mine.

He started thrusting into me slowly, his pace was not hurried at all like he wanted to savour the feeling of fucking me for the first time.

His cock moved inside me in a slow drag, like it was massaging my walls, my pussy clenched around him.

His forehead was pressed against mine, our eyes were staring into each other. His lips moved to my neck and kissed my throat with passion.

" Yes, baby." I encouraged him as he continued fucking me. His hands grabbed my ankles and placed them on his shoulders, giving him a better angle to fuck me.

He sped up his pace, slamming his cock into me harder than before, his groans were music to my ears.

Our bodies slapped together with the speed of his thrust, I felt my orgasm building up inside me, my legs trembled around him.

His lips took mine in a passionate kiss, our tongues intertwined as he fucked me senseless.

" Oh god." I whispered against his lips. He bit my lips as I came, my pussy spasmed around him. A puddle of my cum leaked on the duvet.

This brat of my son kept fucking me through my orgasm, rubbing my clit with his thumb he brought me to the edge for a second time.

" Oh baby." I whimpered as he sent me to another dimension, my body shuddering and my pussy clenching around his cock.

He stared at me naughtily, his thumb moved on my sensitive clit once more. I held his wrist to stop him.

" That's too much." I complained. " Be the good boy that you are, and finish me off."

His eyes softened and leaned on my body, squishing my breasts under his chest. Our lips met instantly, kissing each other softly and sweetly.

He moaned in my mouth as he started fucking me in earnest, slamming his cock in me without mercy. His hand cupped my head pulling me for a deeper kiss.

" Mum, you are so hot." he mumbled against my lips.

I smiled and nuzzled his face with my nose. " Thank you baby." I praised him.

He kissed me one last time before he lost his control completely, his dick bottomed out inside me and he exploded inside me.

A copious amount of his seed flooded my womb, filling me completely. He laid his head on the crook of my neck panting. His arms were around me holding me tight, his face was buried on my shoulder.

I stroked his head with my hand, trying to calm him down. " Baby you did so good." I whispered in his ear.

" Thank you mum." he replied, raising his head to kiss my lips.

" Did you like it?" I asked him, curious about his first experience. He nodded enthusiastically, his smile was wide and honest.

I held him tight, feeling his arms around me as he nuzzled his face on my shoulder.

" Sweetie we need to go clean up." I deposited him on my side and rolled out of the bed. I was expecting him to follow me but he just stayed still with his arms stretched towards me.

" Carry me." he smirked. " I am too exhausted to walk."

I laughed at his demand. I kneeled on the bed and scooped him up in my arms, walking us to the bathroom.

His head was resting on my shoulder like he was a child, I smiled at his antics.

" Mum you are carrying me like a baby." he stated like he was proud of it. I chuckled and nodded.

We reached the bathroom, and I lowered him on the floor, turning on the shower for us. When the water was hot when we entered it.

We washed each other slowly and passionately, our hands lingered on each other skin.

My bed was too battered to be used, so I carried him back in his room. We dried each other and I laid him on his bed. He pulled me with him under the duvet.

His face was resting on my chest, his arms were around my body. His legs intertwined with mine. I stroked his hair till we drifted off to sleep.

The Kansai region has always bloomed during the autumn months, many times I've been around with my parents or friends to admire the foliage. I've always had a soft spot for Kyoto, maybe it was the nostalgic feeling it gave me, the sense of being in another era, more simple and peaceful.

Given my job and taking care of my baby, in recent years I had to stay most of the time at home. But now he was old enough to come with me on one of my trips, I decided to bring him with me to Kyoto for a weekend.

" Mum, are we really going to Kyoto? It's so cool!" he exclaimed, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement.

" We sure are baby, Momo offered to let us stay at her place." I informed him. Momo was my friend since middle school, we were inseparable back then. I have always thought that she had the kind of face that would have broken thousands of hearts during her teens.

Her dark hair was short and straight, her eyes were almond-shaped and light brown, and her lips were thin but inviting. Her body was curvy and plump in all the right places.

We kept in contact even after we graduated and we went to different colleges, she had become a chef in one of the most important restaurants in Kyoto.

" Momo has dogs, they aren't big." I informed my son trembled a bit at the thought.

My poor creature was scared of the dogs, he never had to deal with a pet in his life. He grew up in a flat with me, and no pets were allowed.

" Do not worry. They are friendly and I'll be by your side to protect you." I assured him. I held his hand in mine as he was still trembling.

The next Friday, after I left work we took the bullet train to Kyoto, the ride was quite fast. My baby kept himself busy rubbing his soft and on my naked tights, I was wearing a short skirt and he was enjoying the feeling of my bare leg under his palm.

When we arrived Momo was already waiting for us, her face lit up when she saw us. She was still gorgeous like I remembered her.

" Sana, my dear." she greeted me hugging me tight. My baby was shy at first but she immediately won him over with her sweet attitude and kind smile.

" This is my baby." I introduced him to her. Her eyes widened when she realized that I adopted him, but she didn't comment.

Her flat was not that far from the station, it was in a small building surrounded by a garden.

Inside her flat was cosy and comfortable, full of plants and paintings.

" So you two have been living together since when?" Momo asked me as soon as my son went to shower after our journey.

" Since he was 6, I adopted him from the local orphanage." I explained.

" He is a good-looking young man." Momo complimented. I nodded, stroking my baby's hair, who was sitting on my lap.

" Yes he is." I agreed. " And he is also smart and nice."

I could tell that Momo was impressed, she was looking at my baby with new eyes. He was still shy in front of her but she had already gained his trust.

The next day we went to see the foliage of the city, my baby enjoyed the sight of all the colored trees. He remained astonished by the Fushimi Inari Temple with its thousands of red gates, he held my hands for all day.

That evening after dinner, Momo and I went in the living room to chat a bit. My baby followed us and lay on the sofa, his head was resting on my lap.

" Do you have any particular requests?" Momo asked me, her brown eyes were staring at me. I pondered my answer, it has been ages since I had a night out. I kinda missed going out partying and having fun.

" I want to go clubbing." I replied, looking at my son. His blue eyes were wide open, he was listening to our conversation.

" But what about him?" Momo asked, her head pointing in his direction.

" He will stay here." I responded caressing his face. I didn't want to bring him to a club, this was a one in million chance to enjoy the music and dance freely.

" But mum..." he protested. " I want to come." his voice sounded needy.

"You gotta do what I say, it is for your best." I refused him moving his body on the sofa.

" Momo, let's get change." I declared standing up.

In the bathroom, my baby was pouting; he was not used to being told no, and he always had his way of making me agree with him. I tried to ignore him while I was washing my face.

When I turned around he was behind me with his arms folded, he looked like a petulant child.

" Mum please." he pleaded me with a sweet voice.

" Enough. Get ready to go to bed." I decided to apply my lipstick.

I had borrowed a white short dress from Momo's wardrobe, it covered my breasts completely but it was extremely tight enhancing my curves.

" Fine." he muttered under his breath. His blue eyes looked at me with sadness, I ignored him and joined Momo in the living room.

" Oh my gosh." I exclaimed. My friend was wearing a blue knitted dress, that looked more a long T-shirt, and black stockings. Her make-up made her incredibly sexy.

She looked at my dress and complimented me. " Sana you look so hot." I knew that we were gonna be the hottest girl in the club.

My baby came behind me, dressed in his pyjamas. " Good boy. How do we look?" I inquired him.

He simply wrapped his arms around my slim waist and pulled me tight to him. " Mum please come back to me soon." his voice was muffled against my dress.

I stroked his dark hair. " Do not worry baby, we'll be back soon." I promised him. He let go of me, and I held Momo's hand to leave.

The music in the club was blasting loud, the lights were flashing on the dance floor. Momo and I were dancing on our own, enjoying ourselves. We had a few drinks in between.

After an hour or so, two men approached us, their Australian accent was clear when they greeted us.

They were both tall and muscular; they could have been swimmer, given their broad shoulders. They were dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.

" Hi." they greeted us. Momo and I exchanged a look, and we both decided to enjoy ourselves a little more.

" Hi, I am Sana and she is Momo." I replied.

" I am Jack and this is Daniel." the taller one introduced himself and his friend.

In all honestly, they were not particularly handsome, but they had been confident enough to come and talk with us, so we played along.

They dragged us on the dance floor, Momo danced with Daniel while I danced with Jack.

Jack's hands were roaming my body while we danced, his lips brushed on my neck. I moaned at the sensation and arched my back to give him more access.

We danced awfully close, my ass rubbed his crotch, he was aroused by my moves, his erection was pressing against my butt.

Momo was having the time of her life, Daniel was kissing her passionately. Their hands were all over each other.

After a few minutes the song changed, Jack turned around and pulled me to dance with him in front, our chests were pressed together, his lips took mine in a heated kiss.

He broke the kiss to whisper in my ear. " You are fucking hot." I smiled at him, his confidence was a turn-on.

We joined Momo and Daniel at the bar for a set of shots. By the time we finished them, we all agreed to leave the club.

Once we were outside Jack spoke up. " Do you guys live nearby?"

Drunkly, Momo raised her arm up in the sky. " We are just down there."

Daniel and Jack looked at each other, exchanging a knowing look.

" Let's go, then." Jack suggested.

The four of us entered Momo's flat, my little boy was sleeping on the sofa. I felt a pang of guilt for leaving him alone.

Momo and Daniel disappeared in her bedroom, the only one in the house.

Jack without pondering a second more pounced on me. " I want you." he murmured in my ear, his lips trailing kisses on my neck.

With skills, he unzipped my dress and took it off me. I stood there in my bra and panties, his eyes devoured my body like a starving man.

His hands cupped my breasts with my bra still on, he pinched my nipples with his fingers. I arched my back in pleasure.

" Yes." I moaned, and his tongue lapped my nipple through the fabric of my bra. His other hand reached my underwear, his fingers rubbed my clit in circles.

I moaned louder and louder, my body trembled and my legs gave in under me.

" You are so fucking hot." Jack exclaimed as he laid me on the sofa close to where my baby was sleeping.

In a swift move, he lowered his trousers and underwear, his cock sprang free in all its glory. I didn't have a measuring tape but I could tell it was bigger than 8 inches.

" Wow." I gasped as my eyes locked on his shaft.

He spread my legs wider, positioning himself between them, ready to feast with me. From Momo's room, a series of obscenities could be heard in the flat.

" What is going on?" the cold voice of my son made me jump in surprise.

I turned to look at him and his eyes were not pleased at all, his hands were on his hips, like he was ready to scold me for my bad behaviour.

" Nothing." I denied it, trying to cover myself but it was too late, my baby had already seen me naked and Jack's dick was ready to enter me.

" Go back to bed." Jack instructed him with a smirk.

" No." my son refused to budge, he crossed his arms on his chest, like he was refusing to let us continue.

" Get the fuck out of her." he declared in English making me lost in translation.

Jack clearly understood him because his face changed in anger. " Do you speak English?" he asked him.

" Of course I do." my baby replied to him.

" What are you? A fucking kid?" Jack asked him, his tone was not nice at all.

" That is none of your business." my little boy retorted him. He looked at me and then back at Jack.

" Leave." he instructed again. I was torn between my son and the Australian who I was about to fuck.

" Don’t you have anything to say?.” Jack asked me, his tone cold. I hesitated, trying to figure out what to do. He grabbed his trousers and walked away from me and my son.

“ Wait.” I exclaimed.

I stood up from the sofa to follow him, my son grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him. His eyes were blazing with anger.

" You are a brat." I accused him, looking at his angry expression.

" I am not letting you fuck that man." he replied. " Or any other if that is the case."

I looked at him and I could tell that he was dead serious about his intentions, he wanted me all to himself. I was flattered by his jealousy.

" Fine. What do you want me to do?" I asked him. I was still in my underwear and he was in his pyjamas.

" We are going to the Love Hotel down the block. Just wear your trench on." he ordered me, handing me my trench.

We left the flat walking slowly to the hotel. The air outside was crispy and cool, it was a chilly autumn night.

The streets were almost empty, given the late hour. " Open it." my baby declared, undoing the upper button of my trench.

I looked at him puzzling. " Do you want to expose me in the street?" I questioned him.

" It would be a testament to prove that you are willing to do anything for me." he explained to me sincerely. I could tell that my baby was not joking.

Slowly I undid the buttons of my trench and opened it. I stood in front of him with just my bra and underwear.

" Yes." he praised me, his eyes roamed my body slowly. " You are hot mum." his compliment made me smile. He took my hand and pulled me towards the hotel.

I felt like a slut almost naked in the middle of the night, but I couldn't help myself to enjoy it. My little brat wanted to expose me and I wanted to please him.

The receptionist didn't even bat an eye when he saw me half naked, he probably had already seen the worst thing in his job.

He gave us the key to our room. My son walked holding my hand all the way up to our room.

The room was tiny but clean and well-furnished, my baby locked the door behind him.

He kneeled on the bed and patted it with his hand for me to sit. I obliged and sat on the edge of the bed, he kneeled in front of me, between my legs.

" Spread your legs for me." he ordered, I did so without complaining, my trench fell on the floor.

His hands caressed my legs, and his soft lips kissed my skin, moving slowly up from my knees to my thighs. He kissed my inner thighs making me moan.

His lips were warm and soft, his breath was making me shiver. His hands massaged my ass, kneading my cheeks with his fingers.

His face was in front of my pussy, his fingers spread my folds and his tongue darted out to lick my slit. I moaned loudly.

" Baby that's good." I praised him, running my hands through his messy hair. His mouth closed around my clit, sucking it gently.

I could feel my orgasm building up in my lower belly, I was panting heavily, and my legs trembled under his hands.

He moved his tongue faster, lapping and sucking my clit, making me lose my control completely.

" Ah ah ah." I cried out, my whole body was shaking and convulsing, and my pussy was gushing wetness.

My baby was lapping all my cum like he wanted to drink all of me. When he finished he stood up and looked at me.

" Take off your bra." he ordered, his voice was hoarse and needy. I undid my bra and tossed it to the ground.

My breasts were free and in his full view. He pushed me to lie on the bed and his hands covered my tits.

" Baby you are so good." I praised him as his mouth took my nipple, sucking it like it was his favourite sweets.

His hand kneaded my other breast, his fingers pinched my other nipple.

I could feel my second orgasm coming, I was trembling all over, and my nipples hardened under his touch.

He chomped harder on my nipple, I came for a second time, and my moans filled the room. My body trembled and convulsed in his arms.

He held me tight until I calmed down. His arms were warm and strong around my body. My head rested on his shoulder, and his lips kissed my hair.

" Get naked, and lie on the bed." I purred in his ear. He had given me so much pleasure now was my turn to repay him.

He undressed slowly, his movements were languid and sensual, and his blue eyes were staring at me all the while.

His cock sprang free, he was hard just for me. I licked my lips at the sight of him.

He lay on the bed looking at me with anticipation, he spread his legs wide giving me all the access I needed.

I kneeled between his legs and started licking his inner thighs, moving up to his groin. He groaned loudly as my tongue darted out and licked his cock.

His dick was still hard, I licked his head with my tongue making him shiver. My hands closed around his shaft, stroking it slowly.

His hand grabbed my hair and pulled me up to kiss him, our lips met in a passionate kiss, and his tongue invaded my mouth and twirled with mine.

I broke the kiss and moved up to straddle him, his dick was hard and ready. I positioned myself and slowly took his cock inside me.

His eyes widened as I engulfed all his length inside me, my pussy stretched around his shaft.

I moved my hips up and down, bouncing on his dick. His hand grabbed my ass and helped me move faster.

I was riding him fast, my pussy clenching around his cock, he moaned loudly. I leaned forward to kiss him and my breasts bounced in front of his face.

He darted out his tongue to lick my nipples, I arched my back and moaned at the sensation. My baby's hands kneaded my ass while I fucked him senseless.

My pussy was dripping wetness all over his cock and balls. His hand slipped to my cunt and started rubbing my clit in circles.

" Ah, baby." I cried out as my orgasm washed me over, my pussy spasmed around his cock.

He kept thrusting into me, his hips moving fast under me. I leaned back on him, his cock bottomed out inside me.

" Come on, baby, let yourself go." I urged him; his moans were music to my ears. His hips sped up their pace; he was slamming his cock into me harder than before.

His arms wrapped around my back, pulling me tighter to him as he came. I felt his seed flooding my pussy and my womb.

My little boy had come inside me without wearing a condom, filling me up completely. I collapsed on him, our breathing was heavy.

I laid on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, he wrapped his arms around me holding me tight.

" Thank you Sana." he whispered in my hair, his voice sounding sincere and sweet.

" Anytime." I replied, my voice muffled against his chest.

We laid there for a while, cuddling and relaxing, his dick was still inside me and it was already stirring again. I moved my hips to tease him.

" Mum." he moaned. " Don't move." his hands grabbed my hips and kept them still.

I looked at him puzzled, my eyes staring into his.

" Are you sure you can handle a second round?" he asked me.

" Yes, I can." I assured him. His smirk was answer enough, he held me glued to him and pounded me in the most earnest way possible. His dick was slamming into me hard and fast.

I was moaning loudly, my body was trembling and convulsing. " Yes." I moaned in his ear, he bit my shoulder making me scream.

His cock bottomed out into me over and over again, he fucked me senseless. He held me still as he fucked me, making me unable to move.

My orgasm hit me like a truck, my pussy clenched around his cock, my cum gushed out of me. My baby kept fucking me through my orgasm.

" Fuck." I screamed as my climax was prolonged by his relentless thrusts. My pussy clenched and spasmed around him.

I couldn't help but devour his mouth in a passionate kiss; my tongue invaded his mouth, battling his one.

This brat chewed my lip hard with his teeth, making me taste my own blood. I bit his lip back, our lips were bleeding as we kept kissing each other.

" I can't hold back anymore." he confessed, his voice muffled against my lips.

" Fill me up." I exhorted him.

His hips sped up, his thrusts became more urgent. A second truck hit me inevitably, my juice gushed out drenching my baby.

His hips slammed one last time into me and his cock erupted, flooding me with his cum.

" Give it all to me." I begged him milking him dry. I laid on him and listened to his heartbeat, his hand cupped my face pulling me to rest on his shoulder.

" That was great." I complimented him, kissing his lips softly.

" I know." he smirked. I slapped his chest playfully.

" Brat." I muttered under my breath, making him laugh.

The sun beamed through the curtains, sleeping there was not an option anymore for us.

My plump lips enjoyed taking their time to kiss all his body, I wanted to make sure that my baby was completely satisfied with me.

We took a shower together, washing each other in the small shower, our bodies were still sticky with our juices.

Our hands lingered on each other's skin, caressing and exploring every inch of each other's bodies.

My little boy dried my body off and slowly put my undergarment back on me, I looked at him fondly. His blue eyes were staring back at me.

" You look so cute." I whispered against his lips. He wrapped his arms around my body pulling me in for a hug.

He finished buttoning up my trench and after he wore his outfit, we walked out of the room.

It was hard walking after that intense night, my legs were sore and my pussy was aching pleasantly. My little boy held me by my waist helping me walk.

He had been a perfect gentleman even if he had been a brat with me.

We returned to the flat, Momo saw me limping a bit and asked surprised. " What did happen to you?"

I pointed to my little baby. " Him, that's all you need to know." I smiled at my brat. His lips were soft and gentle when they kissed mine.

Momo sighed, disappointed. " At least he did the job." she muttered.

"Didn't you have fun ?" I asked her, curious about her night.

" That fucker lasted one round before the alcohol had the best of him." she sighted again. " I kicked him out an hour ago or so."

My baby was kneading my butt through the trench while Momo was talking about her night, his lips pecked my neck repeatedly.

Keeping my focus on Momo was quite daunting, I gave her an apologetic look.

She smirked at me, she knew that I had no control over my baby's desires. " Don't mind me." she laughed.

" Why don't you go to bed?" she suggested me. Her bedroom was empty and we had a sleepless night, so marched towards her room.

I removed my trench, leaving it on the floor. My baby removed my undergarments, tossing them away from us. I lay in bed and pulled him to me.

His head rested on my breasts, his arms were around my body holding me tight. I stroked his hair, and with my free hand covered us under a blanket.

His breathing became steady and relaxed, I held him tight, feeling his warm body next to me.

I closed my eyes and slept too. I woke up later in the afternoon alone in the bed, from the living room I could hear Momo talking with my son. Slowly I got up from the bed and wore a long jumper from my suitcase, able to cover my private area.

In the kitchen Momo was clinging to my son from behind, he was placing something in a bowl. He bobs were squishing on his back and her hand were roaming on his torso.

I stepped closer to them, feeling a pang of jealousy.

" Ah Sana, I didn't hear you wake up." Momo greeted me cheerfully, letting go of my baby's body.

" Mum this is for you." he presented me a chirashi bowl with fish perfectly sliced and served with sushi rice. " You need to eat."

His words showed a true concern for my health and well-being, I smiled at him.

" Thank you baby, you are always thinking of me." I praised him. He smiled back at me, his blue eyes crinkled at the corner.

I took the bowl and ate quickly, Momo was staring at him hungrily.

" What is going on?" I questioned her.

" W-well... he somehow had told how many times you have climaxed under him." she stuttered. " I was wondering if you were so magnanimous to share him?"

I choked on my rice, taken aback by her audacity.I looked at my son, he was blushing profusely.

" How dare you." I accused him, trying to sound stern.

He ran to me, jumping on my lap and placing his head on my shoulder. " I'm sorry to have spilt the tea, " he said, sounding more worried than I expected.

I held him in my arms and kissed his hair. " It's okay, baby," I reassured him. He sighed against me in relief.

" Please, he is so yummy." Momo complained. I glared at her, my expression was stern and cold.

" No.” I denied her without hesitating.

She pouted a bit. " Can I at least see how you two have sex?" she asked. I looked at my baby, he shrugged his shoulder in indifference.

" It depends on you." I answered.

" I can't refuse a chance to be inside of you." he declared, his voice muffled against my neck. " She can watch."

" Fine." I agreed, knowing that I could stop him anytime I wanted. Momo's eyes light up in delight.

I sat on the carpet with my legs crossed, my baby helped me remove the jumper I was wearing, leaving me completely naked.

I gestured Momo to kneel in front of us, she obeyed me immediately, her eyes were wide open staring at my naked body.

I pulled my little boy in front of me and started kissing him passionately. His hands cupped my breasts, kneading them.

My mouth broke the kiss to lick his neck, moving down to his chest and then to his abs. I licked and kissed every inch of his torso.

My hands closed around his dick, stroking his cock slowly. My little baby moaned loudly, his head was thrown back in pleasure.

I darted out my tongue and licked the head of his cock, making him shudder.

" Oh fuck." he cursed. His hands were holding my hair as I took his cock in my mouth.

I licked and sucked his cock like it was my favourite lollipop, bobbing my head up and down on his shaft.

His moans and grunts were filling the room, he was trembling under my ministration. I took his shaft in deep, making him moan louder.

I sucked him off properly, rubbing his balls in my hand. His cock was hard and twitchy in my mouth, I could feel the precum dripping on my tongue.

I swallowed his seed when he came, milking him dry till he had nothing else to give me. He held onto my shoulder trembling in pleasure.

Momo was panting and sweating, her eyes were blazing with lust. I held my baby tighter to me, and then laid on the carpet, my back to the floor.

He laid between my legs and spread them wide, opening me completely to him. His tongue lapped my slit, making me moan.

My little boy worshipped my clit with his mouth, rubbing it with his tongue. I arched my back as I came, my pussy gushing wetness.

He kept eating me out adamantly, making his fingers wet with my juice for then plunging them on my back door.

I moaned loudly when he penetrated me back there, his fingers stretched my hole open.

" Fucking hell." I cursed, my head was thrown back and my body was convulsing in pleasure.

He fingered my back hole with eagerness, exploring the cavity with his digits. My moans became louder and louder, the second orgasm hit me making me shudder and convulse all over.

My baby removed his fingers from my back door and licked them clean, his tongue savouring my taste.

He laid on his side beckoning me to do the same. He spooned me from behind and spread my legs wide. He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed in.

His cock stretched me wide, filling my pussy completely. He moved his hips in a slow drag, making love to me with his cock.

I moaned in pleasure, my hands caressed his arms holding on to me. His lips kissed my neck and shoulder, his breath was warm against my skin.

My baby's thrusts were slow but deep, his dick massaged my walls, making me tremble all over.

" Oh yes." I moaned loudly. His hand closed around my breast and squeezed my nipple making me arch my back in pleasure.

" You feel outrageously good" he confessed against my ear, speeding up. Fucking me in an earnest way.

His dick was bottoming out inside me with every thrust, he fucked me like he wanted to own me completely.

" Come for me, baby." he ordered me. His hand slid down to my clit and rubbed it in circles. I trembled and convulsed all over, my pussy clenched around his shaft drenching the carpet beneath.

He pulled out abruptly making me moan in complaint. " What are you doing?" my voice was hoarse and needy.

" I wanna fuck your ass." his voice was waiting for my consent.

I laid on my belly, raising my butt slightly to invite him to proceed. " Be gentle, it's my first time." I asserted.

His eyes softened, his hand rubbed my butt cheeks in a circular motion mellowing me out. His finger probed my back door, lubricating it with spit.

I could hear him spit more saliva on his fingers and on my hole, his finger breached my back door slowly and carefully.

I moaned at the feeling, it was so full and a little painful, but in a good kind of way. My body was trembling all over, his finger was stretching my back door open.

I felt his lips kissing my cheeks, his tongue licking my rim. His mouth was wetting my asshole.

I arched my back in pleasure and pushed against his fingers. He took it as a sign to proceed with caution and withdrew them.

He positioned his cock at my entrance, pressing slowly inside me. I moaned at the invasion, my asshole stretching to accommodate him.

It burned and hurt a little but his lips kissing my back made me feel better. He slid completely in reaching my cervix, filling me completely.

" Oh god." I moaned at the full feeling; his hips rested against my cheeks. He leaned in his torso on my back, pressing me down; his tongue kissed my earlobe making me shiver.

"Tell me when you feel ready." he whispered.

I nodded my head, his chest covered my back completely, and his hand closed around my breast squeezing it.

He started thrusting in me, his dick moving in and out of my hole slowly. The friction was incredible, every nerve in my body was on fire.

" Oh god." I cursed as he slammed into me harder but not faster, his hips smacked my cheeks with each thrust.

His lips kissed every inch of skin he could reach in that position, soothing the pain away.

" Fuck me ." I gasped. " Like you mean it."

His hips speed up and he pounded me harder and faster, his dick slamming into me with all his strength.

I was moaning and crying out his name, my back door clenching and spasming around him.

" Oh god. Yes." I screamed, my orgasm washed me over. My asshole clenching around his shaft.

He sucked on my neck like a vampire, his teeth biting me and marking me. His thrusts became urgent and needy, his cock bottomed out inside me one last time.

" Cumming" he purred in my ears. A wave of warmth flooded my asshole, I moaned in delight as I felt him fill me up with his seed.

" Stay inside me." I begged, feeling his cock twitching and pulsing in my ass. His lips kissed and sucked on my neck, making me feel his love.

Momo panted heavily showering the carpet with her juice, her eyes were looking at us with desire.

We laid on the carpet in a cuddle puddle for a while. " We gotta move." I whispered to my baby that with attention pulled out of me.

My body was sore and stinky, my legs were beyond numb. My little boy helped me up and I limped towards the bathroom, feeling my body was covered in his cum.

We showered together, his hands soaping up my body, washing every inch of me. He was gentle and tender, kissing me softly on the lips.

I felt loved and cherished in his arms, he had given me so much pleasure.

When we dried off I pulled him in a hug, holding him tight to me. " I'm all yours, never doubt it." I promised him, my voice muffled against his chest.

He smiled at me with his angelic smile. " I love you." he said.

" And I love you too." I replied back. We laid on his bed cuddling, feeling our skin against each other's, till we passed out.

Once back in Osaka, our life kept on going as usual for a while.

For the White Day at work, I got a squirrel made out of chocolate with a love confession from a new colleague of mine, who was hired in January when Ms.Yamanote retired.

He was undeniably handsome with a charming personality, he had a chiselled jaw, dark hair and hazelnut eyes. He was tall and muscular, I had a feeling that he had been an athlete in his youth.

I was flattered by his interest, my cheeks reddened as I read the letter that came with the chocolate.

I had a sweet tooth and I devoured the chocolate quickly, leaving only the piece of paper.

Mark, the one who sent me chocolate, was waiting for me out of my office. His charming smile lighted up as soon as I came to his vision.

" So?" he asked, his dark eyes looking at me hopefully.

" I'm flattered." I began to say. " But I am afraid to inform you that ..."

His lips pecked mine shushing me. My eyes widened in surprise, I was not expecting that.

He moved his my lips on my neckline, leaving a small and red hickey before pulling away.

" Were you saying?" he grinned cockily. My back was against the corridor's wall, his eyes lingered on my cleavage.

" Umm." I stuttered, his cologne was enveloping me, it was a strong scent. " I am already taken." I declared, trying to make him understand.

His boldness grew watching me stutter, his hand grabbed mine and made me touch the outline of his cock through his trousers.

It was as hard as it could get, I broke free from his grip and slapped him. "I am already taken." I repeated myself, stepping aside. " And I am not interested."

Mark's face was red from the poor figure she made, and without uttering a word more he dashed out of my sight.

All flustered I made my way home, my son was already there studying for an upcoming test on the kitchen table.

As soon as he noted me, he spotted the red mark on my neck. His expression darkened in anger.

" Who did that?" his voice was deadly calm.

" Mark, my new colleague." I explained, feeling a little guilty.

I held him tight in my arms, hugging him with all my force. " You know I love you. He doesn't stand a chance to me."

" Yet he left a mark on you." he asserted coldly. " Last time I checked to give an hickey you need to be glued to the other person. You lowered your boundaries to let him in."

I held on to his wrist, his grip on me was almost hurting. I knew he was angry, my little brat was jealous as hell.

" He has surely given you some chocolate today. How sweet, how romantic." he perpetrated.

I started showering his face with wet kisses. " Cut it, you know where my heart stands, don't you?" I muttered, kissing his lips.

He stared at me for a while, and then he pulled me in a tight hug. " I know, I just can't bear the idea of sharing you." he confessed, his voice was soft and vulnerable, showing his young age.

" Nothing can come between you and I. Not even the Gods above can separate the two of us. No, nothing can come between you and I." I stroked his hair.

He held his breath at my words. His tears bucketed down, wetting my jumper. His arms closed around my waist, holding me tight to him.

He was sobbing like a little baby against me. I stroked his back soothing him.

" Ssh baby." I comforted him. " It is alright, don't cry."

I lifted him up in my arms cradling him in my embrace, he laid his head on my shoulder wrapping his arms around my neck.

We stayed there for a while, my little baby crying like one. When his tears were finally dry, I put him back down on the floor.

" Let's go to bed." I dragged him towards my bedroom, better saying our bedroom since we shared the same bed.

Once in bed he laid his head in my lap and his hands closed around my thighs. His face was hidden under my jumper, his arms were wrapped tight around me.

I stroked his hair with one hand while with the other I was reading a book. He kept sniffing like a puppy, he had not yet recovered from his cry.

" I love you so much Mum." he muttered against my stomach. " I wanna be always with you."

My heart skipped a beat hearing his words, my brat was so sweet. I caressed his face softly, he looked up at me. His blue eyes were shining with adoration.

" And I love you back. Always." I promised him. My words seemed to make him relax, he laid down his head on my thighs.

After a minute he began lapping on my skin, painting a trail of wetness on my thigh. I stroked his head with my hand, he nuzzled my hand affectionately.

He removed my skirt and underwear in a swift move, making me naked from the waist down. I was still reading my book, his lips and tongue were worshipping my pussy.

He lapped at my slit, spreading my fold apart with his fingers. His tongue was so soft and warm, it was making me feel like I was in heaven.

The pleasure he gave me was indescribable, I threw my book on the ground and let him do his job.

He licked and sucked my slit with all his might, making me quiver in pleasure. My baby's mouth was a godsend, my hips were moving up and down as he worked my pussy.

His hands held my waist and kept me in place, his lips sucked harder my clit, his tongue rubbing it in circles.

I could feel my orgasm building up, it was gonna be a massive one. My body was convulsing all over, my muscles trembling.

" Ah ah ah." I cried out as my climax washed me over, gushing wetness all over his mouth. He lapped me up like he was dying of thirst.

He kept licking me even when I came, making the orgasm prolonged endlessly. Once he got satisfied with his work down there, he came up and kissed me.

His tongue invaded my mouth, his lips moved passionately with mine. His hands caressed my body, making me feel like he owned me completely.

" Your jumper." he muffled in my mouth. I raised my arms, helping him to remove it, leaving me only with my bra

His hand closed around my breasts, making me moan. His lips sucked on my neck, licking my skin with his warm tongue.

" I am gonna make you cum so much tonight." he promised against my neck. His lips moved down to my bra, unhooking it and tossing it aside.

My breasts were free in front of his eyes, he stared at them for a while, his eyes lingering on my nipples. His hands closed around my breasts and squeezed them, making me gasp.

His mouth sucked my nipple in, making me cry out in pleasure. His teeth closed around it making me tremble.

His other hand kneaded my other breast, pinching my nipple between his fingers.

" Oh god." I moaned. His mouth released my nipple and licked the other one, sucking it slowly in his mouth.

His hands were everywhere, I couldn't keep track of them. One of them was in between my legs rubbing my clit, the other was pinching my nipple.

My body was shaking all over, I couldn't hold on to his ministrations. I came on his hand, my moans filled the room.

He brought his fingers glistered with my juice to my lips, making me lick them. I licked and sucked them like they were his cock.

My brat removed his trousers and underwear, he was hard and ready to go. He crawled on me, his cock rubbed on my wet slit.

I opened my legs to welcome him in, he entered me slowly. His cock filled me up completely, bottoming out inside my pussy.

He stayed like that for a moment, letting me adjust to his size. His lips kissed mine passionately, his tongue twirled with mine.

He broke the kiss and leaned on his elbow looking at me, his eyes were filled with adoration for me.

" You are so hot." he whispered, making me smile.

He started to move his hips, his thrusts were slow and deep, his cock massaged my wall, making me tremble.

I held on to him tight, my nails digging into his back, he moaned louder in pleasure, nuzzling his head on the side of mine.

He fucked me with all his might, his dick hitting my cervix at every thrust. His hand reached my clit and rubbed it, making me scream.

His thrusts became more urgent, his movements desperate. His dick was bottoming out into me hard and fast.

I wrapped my legs around him holding him tight to me, my pussy clenched and spasmed around him.

His lips sucked my neck again, his tongue licked my sweat. Another orgasm hit me making me shudder all over.

My moans were loud, he covered my mouth with his hand to muffle my screams.

My brat stopped pounding me, making me breathe. " I wanna your ass." he demanded softly.

I nodded my head in agreement, he helped me up on all fours, his hands kneading my butt cheeks.

His fingers probed my asshole, gaping it properly. He positioned his cock and pushed slowly in, his tip breaching my back door.

I moaned loudly at the invasion, his lips kissed my shoulder. His hand covered my mouth to muffle my cries.

I nodded to indicate that I was ready for him to move, he did so slowly and gently. His thrusts were not deep, he was careful not to hurt me.

But I was greedy and I wanted more, I arched my back pushing him deeper inside me. " Yes, please." I screamed when his shaft bottomed out in my ass.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me to him, fucking me hard and fast from behind. His dick was slamming into me, my back door was clenching and spasming all around him.

I came again, my moans were muffled by his hand. His thrusts became more needy and urgent, his cock hitting my cervix every time he bottomed out in me.

His other hand reached my pussy and rubbed my clit in circles. His lips closed around my neck and sucked it hard, making a big hickey on it.

" Yes yes yes." I screamed when another orgasm hit me. My ass clenched around his dick, his moan was deep in his throat.

He pulled out of my ass abruptly, penetrating my cunt all in one go. His dick stretched me open again, his thrusts became almost brutal.

He fucked me like there was no tomorrow, his cock bottoming out into my cervix. His balls slapped my ass cheeks every time he slammed into me.

I let myself fall on the bed, the pleasure had left me weak and exhausted. He fell on top of me, his weight pressing me down.

His thrusts were slower and deeper, his lips kissed mine with passion. His tongue twirled around mine, making me lose my breath.

" I love you." I muttered against his lips.

" And I love you more." he replied back, his voice muffled in my neck.

His hand covered my breast and kneaded it, his thumb rubbing my nipple. I moaned louder at the sensation.

His dick was so deep inside me, stretching me to the limit. His moans became more urgent, I knew that he was close to his climax.

I clutched my pussy around his cock, making him moan even more. I did that repeatedly, milking him.

" Ah fuck." he cursed, his face was twisted in pleasure. He bottomed out one last time in me and stilled. His seed flooded my pussy, filling me up completely.

He collapsed on me, his arms and legs wrapped around my body holding me tight. His breath was warm against my skin.

We lay like that for a while, enjoying our afterglow. Once his cock shrank back down he pulled out of me.

He turned me in his arms to cuddle, his mouth kissed my lips softly. I smiled at him. He wrapped his arms tight around my body.

The next day at the kindergarten I rearranged my working time, I wanted to be free to go and get my son as soon as he was out of school.

My attire was rather simple, a white jumper and blue jeans, with some nerdy spectacles. Some of the dads, who were picking up their sons, threw some languid stares in my direction.

I ignored them, but I couldn't blame them I was conscious of my beauty. My baby walked out of the school surrounded by a multitude of girls clinging on him.

I got closer to them and cleared my voice, the swarms of girls vanished since the queen bee was arrived. I could have never imagined being susceptible to some girls fooling around my baby.

My eyes went wide open for real, I had to hold on to my jealousy not to explode.

I kneeled wrapping my arms around my baby, squishing his face in between my tits.

A very pretty little girl came in front of me. " Why a granny is holding my best friend?" her words cut me deep. I looked at my baby, he was looking at the little girl in front of us.

" This is my mother." he explained. I kept him in my arms not letting go of him.

" Shouldn't you introduce yourself to an older person?" my tone was stern.

" My name is Kazuha, granny." she replied shortly.

My temperament faltered. " Watch your mouth." I exclaimed in a low tone not wanting to make a scene.

My baby dragged me out of there till we were a few minutes away. " That wasn't nice." he scolded me.

" She called me granny. Twice." I pouted crossing my arms on my chest.

" You are supposed to be the adult, and not argue with a teenager." he kept scolding me.

" I am barely over thirty years old, I am not that much older than her." I defended myself.

" You shouldn't have let her get under your skin, apologize to Kazuha tomorrow." he was taking her side.

I felt a pang of jealousy in my heart, I didn't know where that brat had found the courage to talk to me in that way.

I kept quiet since we reached home, once we closed the door I pinned him to the wall, my lips closing around his mouth in a passionate kiss.

" Don't ever dare to take someone's side against me." I whispered in his mouth, he nodded his head.

His hands wrapped around my neck, pulling me in for another kiss. I bit his lips hard making him bleed.

He pushed me away from him, holding a hand on his mouth to stop the bleeding. " Bitch" he murmured loud enough to make me hear it.

" You are gonna regret your words." I blocked him in my arms and carried to the bedroom.

Once there I tossed him on the bed. I removed my jumper and jeans in a hurry and ripped his school uniform.

His eyes were staring at me like I were insane. " Mum, what are you doing?"

" I am gonna teach you a lesson." I teased him, he gulped hard.

I kneeled on the bed and held his dick in one of my hand firmly, using the other to slap its head carefully not to hurt him severely.

A few soft slaps in and my brat was whimpering and whining in pain. I kept slapping his cock for a while.

" What did you learn from this punishment?" I asked him, stroking his cock softly. He was still whining like a baby, his eyes brimmed with tears.

" T-t-to n-never s-speak out against you." he muttered. I leaned onto him and kissed him. His lips tasted like blood, he had bit them during his punishment.

" Good boy." I praised him, rubbing his cock slowly. " Let's play some more."

My baby nodded his head eagerly, his eyes looking at me in hunger.

I straddle him, engulfing his fully erected shaft slowly, inches by inches. He moaned in pleasure, his hands grasping my thighs.

I moved my hips slowly up and down, teasing his cock. My pussy was dripping wet, lubricating his dick.

His moans were louder and louder, his eyes rolling back in his head. His hands held on my waist making me move faster.

" Don't touch." I scolded him. He removed his hands immediately.

I fucked him slowly, his shaft moving in and out of my cunt. His eyes were staring at my tits bouncing up and down with the movement.

I was in heaven, sitting on his cock and riding him at my leisure. " I'm deeply sorry to have offended you, but let me touch you." his voice was a plea.

I considered it for a moment. " You can touch me but you don't move." I instructed him, and he nodded his head.

His arms claimed me, pulling me down to lie on him. My lips savoured his, our tongues twirling and dancing with each other's.

His hands roamed my body, cupping my breasts and squeezing them, he pinched my nipples making me moan.

I broke the kiss, and my lips moved to his earlobe, biting it hard. He groaned louder in pleasure.

His cock was so deep in me, I could feel him twitching and pulsing. I could feel his cum leaking out of his shaft.

I kissed his neck and started to ride him in earnest. His arms wrapped tight around me holding me close to him.

His moans filled the room, I was bouncing on him like I was on a rodeo. I came on his dick, my pussy clenching and spasming around him.

" You can move now." I murmured against his ear and he did. We fucked all night in a symphony of wet sounds.

A few weeks later I went out to have dinner with some of my local friends, leaving my baby alone at home. IMAGE

What at the beginning was supposed to be just a meal together turned into a bar crawl in Dotombori. I was wearing a pinkish top and matching shorts.

After the first few shots I was feeling a little tipsy, we were standing in front of a karaoke club. My friends dragged me inside, I tried to resist but I was no match for them.

We sang for hours and the alcohol kept flowing. We got kicked out of there at around one in the morning, and the soberest of my friends drove me home.

As soon as we reached our building I jumped out of the car and thanked him, entering my flat. My baby was waiting for me on the sofa, he looked mad.

" Where have you been?" his voice was deadly calm, and his blue eyes were burning in fury.

I stumbled a bit on my heels, he stood up from the sofa and helped me to sit down. I collapsed on his chest, resting my head on his shoulder.

" I went out with friends." I slurred, my head was spinning.

" And where did you think you were gonna sleep tonight? Under a bridge?" his voice rose up in anger.

The problem with me being drunk was that I became an utter bitch. I rolled over him closing my hands on his neck, my eyes were shined kinkily.

" Do you think someone with a body like mine would ever be left alone at night?" I taunted him. " You are so cute when you're mad." I giggled, squeezing his neck a bit harder.

His eyes glared at me, his hands detached mine from his neck. " I don't doubt it. How many hearts did you strike tonight?" his voice was cold.

I sat down on the sofa and crossed my legs, my short was so short that my butt cheek was showing. His eyes stared at it, I could see the desire written on his face.

" I lost count of them." I muttered, leaning back on the sofa. His eyes were fixed on my tits, which were almost spilling out of my top.

" Did you let someone to touch them?" he asked, his tone was full of jealousy.

" Maybe." I teased him. " Or maybe I did more." I laughed, his eyes glared at me.

I was fooling him around but he was not taking my shit. He kneeled on the floor in front of me and pushed my legs apart, he kneaded my milky

thighs.

" Be honest." he retorted. " Did someone touch you tonight?" he asked again.

" No." I muttered. His hands pushed my shorts aside and my panties down.

His tongue lapped on my slit, making me moan in delight. His fingers rubbed my clit while his mouth ate me out.

" Ah yes, please." I panted loudly. My fingers were tangled in his hair pulling him harder to me.

My body was trembling, his tongue made me feel like I was in heaven. His lips sucked on my clit making me squeal.

" You taste so sweet." he muttered against my pussy.

" Make me come." I begged him, my voice was hoarse. He sucked harder on my clit, his finger rubbed my back door.

My orgasm hit me, my body convulsed all over. His mouth lapped up my juice, he kept rubbing my back door with his finger.

" Sit on this fucking sofa and let me ride the shit out of you." I grabbed the hem of his jumper and pulled him on top of me.

We undressed each other quickly and I pushed him down on the sofa, making him sit down. I straddled his waist and guided his hard cock inside me.

I fucked him hard and fast, his mouth sucked on my tit hungrily. His hands grasped my hips, making me move up and down on his shaft.

" Yes, fuck me like this." he murmured in my ear.

" Shut up and take it." I retorted back, moving up and down on him. His moans were music to my ears.

" More, please." he begged. " Take it all."

I bounced on him with all my force, my tits were moving up and down like jellies. My wavy hair was bouncing with every thrust, my nails dug into his shoulders.

My ass was crashing on his thighs every time I bottom out on him. His hands caressed my body, pinching my nipples and squeezing my breasts.

His mouth licked my neck and collarbone. " You are gonna make me cum again." I cried urging him to move.

His hips lifted up and met me with every thrust, his shaft rubbing my walls making them clench.

" Oh god, I am coming." I screamed in pleasure.

His fingers reached for my clit rubbing it in circular motions, I squirted on him, my orgasm was so powerful that I saw stars.

My pussy clenched his dick so hard, that I milked him without any effort. " Fuck." he shouted in pleasure, painting in white my pussy with his seed.

I collapsed on him, his arms held me tight to him, and our chests were pressed together.

He nuzzled his head on the side of my neck, kissing me softly. " I love you."

" And I love you too." I replied, my voice was muffled against his chest. I kissed his chest softly, feeling his heartbeat.

We lay there for a while resting on each other's bodies, his dick was still twitching inside me.

He was still hard after coming, my brat had so much stamina that I could fuck him all night long and he would have been able to keep up.

" Round two." he murmured. My pussy clenched around him at the sound of his voice.

" Bed." I replied. He nodded his head, helped me up on my feet and led me to the bedroom. He pushed me down on the mattress and kissed me softly.

His lips moved on my neckline, sucking my skin and marking it. His hand kneaded my tits, pinching my nipple between his fingers.

His other hand caressed my inner thigh, his finger rubbing my clit in circular motions. I moaned loudly at the feeling, his tongue licked my earlobe making me tremble.

He removed his hand from my pussy and made me lie on my side, he spooned me from behind. He rubbed the tip of his dick on my butt crack, teasing me.

His mouth kissed my neck softly, his teeth biting me hard. His lips moved to my ear, whispering something in English that I couldn't understand.

I arched my back in response, his hand cupped my butt cheeks spreading them open. He positioned his dick at my hole and pressed slowly inside.

His dick stretched me wide, filling my asshole completely. I felt so full, his cock was twitching and pulsating inside me.

His thrusts were slow but deep, his lips kissed my shoulder softly. His arm covered me holding me tight to him.

I moaned louder, my walls were clenching around his shaft. He fucked me slowly and carefully, his moans were deep in his throat.

His hand reached my pussy and rubbed my clit, making me cry out in pleasure. His dick bottom out in my ass every time he thrust in me.

" Yes, please." I moaned loudly, his thrusts became more needy and urgent. His dick fucked me in earnest.

My body was trembling all over, his lips were kissing my neck making me feel like heaven. My orgasm hit me, I moaned louder arching my back.

My baby adamantly pounded me, and I held to his forearms tightly. His hand rubbed my pussy furiously, making me squirt once more.

I felt my ass clenching around his dick, milking his shaft. " Cum for me." I muttered against his neck.

His lips sucked my skin, his teeth biting hard. He bottomed out one last time inside me and came.

His seed flooded my back door, filling me. He collapsed on me holding me tight in his arms.

" You are so beautiful." he panted.

" You spoiled me too much." I purred kissing his hand.

" I cannot help, I love you too much." he sealed our love for good.

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