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Relic - Pt. 1 "Oh Lady, Dear"

PAIRING: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Unnamed Ambiguous FMC

SUMMARY: ✧༺༻ Dreams are messages from the deep ༺༻✧ A woman from the unknown comes to Feyd in his dreams and his nights become his days as he flees to the dreamscape to escape the nightmares that haunt his waking hours.

TAGS: 18+, smut, she/her AFAB FMC, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, Porn with Plot, Feyd-Rautha's black cum, Feyd-Rautha's big cock, Praise Kink, Body Worship, angst/hurt and comfort, drama, fluff, Frank Herbert would frown, some politics, implied/referenced (child) abuse ❗, Trauma, mentions of suicidal thoughts ❗, Healing, Strangers to Lovers, falling in love, Vulnerable!Feyd, Emotional!Feyd, Possessive!Feyd, Feyd is a sweet baby who did nothing wrong and I WILL pamper him, nurture not nature, Stockholm Syndrome but in a consensual way, lucid dreaming, implied/referenced cannibalism ❗, implied/referenced murder

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

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Day 1

"Look, doesn't this remind you of something?" A female voice whispers to him excitedly and Feyd-Rautha tilts his head to the source of the sound.

"What do you mean?"

"Look!" The hand he didn't realize he was holding slides out of his grip and he chases after it viscerally, nearly overwhelmed by the sudden discomfort of having no soft palm against his own.

Advancing into the room, Feyd's feet step on polished parquet and his gaze swivels around, scanning his surroundings as to what could be so exciting. There are white curtains fluttering by the window, a king-sized bed carved out of white marble, a black comforter tucked around the mattress and blue pillows are lined up against the headboard. A real fern grows in a terracotta pot in the corner.

Alarmed, Feyd's head snaps back to the woman whose curves are wrapped in a Harkonnen gown of flattering and intricate nature and he finds her eyes brimming with meaning. She clutches his wrist and it is like some sense of mutual understanding settles upon him and the stranger. Her features soften and she looks at him confused.

"I don't recognize this place," he truthfully says.

"Me neither." She pulls her hand away and takes a step back, blushing from the proximity of this outlandish stranger.

"I'm dreaming, aren't I?" Feyd rumbles, tracing his fingertips over the cool, smooth marble bedpost. It feels so real. He wonders if she will feel just as real.

"I don't know. I feel so awake."

A flash of warmth blossoms in Feyd-Rautha's chest as he regards this woman he has never seen before, moving curiously around the light-flooded bedroom. Sunlight filters through the curtains, temporarily robbing her flesh of color. A frown decorates her brows and she turns back to face him. There is something comforting about the way she moves and Feyd chases after her with measured steps.

"What's your name?" He asks. She tells him only a forename, no House, unfamiliar sounding. "I've never heard that name before," Feyd confesses, standing too close to the stranger, but she doesn't seem to mind. Her pretty face is craned upwards to meet the alluring gaze of his eyes. She would describe the color as baby blue.

"And what's your name?" She breathes. If this is a dream, she has no reason to be nervous.

He hesitates at that but ultimately says truthfully: "Feyd."

The name sparks no recognition on the woman's features and he finds himself flooded by immense, stupid relief. There is probably more than one person in the universe named Feyd. And he's often heard that Harkonnens all look the same to foreigners. He will not mention his last name, he vows to himself. It will be his secret. He doesn't even dare to dream within the dream of all the things he could talk about with a person who doesn't know who he is.

"Feyd," she repeats, suddenly giggling.

What? What is there to giggle about? Feyd leans an inch closer, eyes rapidly dancing across her mirthful face.

"Feyd as in you will fade away when I wake up?" She covers her mouth now, still laughing. Something compels him to laugh as well because all things considered, this was a funny joke. There is unfamiliar pressure against the apples of his cheeks as the corners of his mouth lift into a wide grin and then his lips part and what escapes him is a small haha.

Suddenly, the woman flinches and a little bit of color is drained from her cheeks. She catches herself quickly. "Sorry! I just-"

"What? Oh, the black teeth? People usually find them very pretty where I'm from, desirable even.” Feyd closes his mouth. Laughter doesn't suit him anyway.

"Oh, no, please keep laughing!" She wraps her hand around the man's wrist, noticing he is entirely smooth and hairless there too. So smooth, she wants to curl against his body and rub her cheek against his pallid flesh. She's been trying hard not to stare at his outlandish features too much, the strikingly pale skin, so light that it almost looks translucent, the entirely bald head and lack of brows. She doesn't want to be disrespectful.

Why does she worry about insulting a figment of her imagination?

Encouraged by her touch, Feyd tries to smile once more and is surprised how easy it is. It shouldn't be that easy. It shouldn't feel so good. He looks away from the woman who still holds his wrist and finds a mirror on the far wall, suddenly understanding her reaction. He looks scary to himself, his cheeks not in the right place

"If I pinch you, will you wake up?" She teases, pinching his skin without waiting for his answer. She seems fascinated by the small blotch which decorates his wrist where she poked him with her nail, twisting and turning his wrist and hand like he's an interesting specimen.

If this is a lucid dream, he doesn't have to worry so much about what he does, Feyd thinks. He feels compelled to do things he wouldn't do in real life, such as dismantling the walls around his soul with laughter.

If this is a lucid dream, she doesn't have to worry so much about what she does, she thinks. She also feels compelled to do things she'd never do in real life. Such as throwing herself at this stranger's chest and chasing after his hauntingly pretty face, because she fears she will never again have a lifelike dream like this.

What isn't real cannot hurt me, they both think.

"So, Feyd…" She pronounces his name like an exotic, amusing thing. "What would you like to do?"

Feyd is taken aback by the question, because no one ever asks him that. Not like that. "What would you like to do?" He avoids, slinking closer with rolling gait and a small smirk on his serpentine features. He knows the way her pupils dilate well.

"There's a bed in the room, so…"

Feyd leers, smile turning wolfish. Yes, he will fuck this imaginary woman. He might even fuck her so good that his own climax jostles him awake. Which, upon second thought, would ruin the fun.

She speaks again, moving her lips closer to his, pretty lashes lowering so they almost kiss her cheek bones "...So perhaps that means we should sleep."

Feyd is baffled for a moment, then rumbles: "I won't sleep in my sleep."

"I meant sleeping with each other."

Oh. Feyd's hairless brows shoot up and something light flutters in his stomach when she starts giggling again, attempting to turn away as if suddenly bashful about her own words.

"To the bed, you confusing woman," he orders with a low growl and there is not even an ounce of resistance when his hands wrap around her shoulders, nudging her backwards, so her knees bend around the mattress and she sinks down.

The strange man's face hovers directly over her and she admires the dip of his cupid's bow and the soft curve of his jaws. So pretty. She reaches up and cups his cheek and the way his bone structure slots against her palms feels just right.

He pounces on her like a tiger and the strength and weight of the hard muscles concealed by a black tunic and slacks becomes evident. Heat pools into her abdomen instantly, caged under a man who feels like flesh and blood, smells like it too. A note of something leathery and metallic clings to him.

There is no need for a prelude. Feyd's lips kiss her decolletage before they find her throat and by the time they've found her lips, the hard ridge of his cock is pressed against her core which is only covered by the fabric of her dress, ridiculously easy to access.

Why not, she thinks. She likes how exotic he looks.

Why not, he thinks. He likes that she looks him in the eyes like she's not at all afraid of him.

Her hands curl around the back of his head shyly and Feyd wants to laugh at how soft her touch is, almost like she's worried of hurting him. He will have her fingernails in his scalp soon enough, he smugly thinks.

She rolls her hips against his pelvis, amazed how hard his body is. A small grunt escapes the stranger's mouth and mingles with the sloppy kiss which is all soft lips and saliva, leaving her open-mouthed and softly moaning for more as her core yearns for friction.

Feyd-Rautha is amazed by how soft and pliant her body is, breasts and stomach like a pillow for him to snuggle. And her little cunt is already grinding against his crotch. Under different circumstances, he might have had his fun right away, but her squirming hips are too tempting to not take a closer look. He reaches down, long fingers gliding up the curve of her thigh where the dress has pooled around her hips. Instinctively, her leg curls up higher, knee pressing against his ribs. Feyd works her underwear halfway off her rear, needing to get up to slide it off fully.

"If this is a lucid dream, I should be able to make myself wet with a thought," she muses as Feyd scoots down and settles between her thighs, hard cock trapped between his belly and the mattress.

"Why waste a thought when I have a tongue?"

"Oh my, aahh!" A pink tongue rolls past inky teeth and tentatively circles the tender bud at the apex of her slit. "I think you don't need to think at all right now." He whispers against her cunt, hot breath fanning across her flesh.

She seems to agree with him, lifting her knees against her chest with a soft sigh, baring all of herself to him as if it's the easiest thing in the world. Her heart flutters when she peeks down, catching the pale man staring up at her with light blue eyes, framed by long, blonde lashes. The tip of his nose is snug against her venus mound and his tongue pampers her with tight circles that make her spine arch off the mattress. She cups his head, finding nothing to pull on, so her fingernails become little anchors trying to dig into his scalp.

It's nice like this, Feyd thinks, allowing her to cradle his head with both hands and rock her pelvis against his tongue. One pale hand keeps her thigh pinned to her chest, the other deftly nudges her folds apart and two fingers sink into the wetness that her body so generously provides.

She moans so sweetly and Feyd means to wink but somehow ends up blinking with one eye, then with the other which makes her giggle Laughter really is the last thing he ever wants to hear when eating out a woman, but her head rolls back, chest arching off the bed, and her fingers on his scalp urge his tongue back to work, so wraps his lips around her clit and suckles, enjoying the wetness of her cunt while her cunt enjoys the friction of his fingers.

Patiently, Feyd notes her breaths becoming more shallow, the tension in her legs greater, the needy rhythm of her pelvis against his face quicker. With one determined flex of his muscles, he pulls away, emerging from between her thighs with glistening slick smeared all over the lower half of his face, pink lips swollen.

"Ahhh, wait, no! Don't stop!" She cries for him to continue but ends up silenced when Feyd pulls the tunic over his shoulders and the pants down his hips. He wishes she would say something rather than just stare, but her parted lips and flustered expression are good enough of a compliment. Her legs willingly fall open when Feyd climbs back on top of her, all hard, milky flesh and dilated pupils. He looks beautiful enough to die for, she thinks, wondering how her mind came up with such a uniquely gorgeous specimen.

"Oh this isn't going to fit." She shakes her head in denial when he wraps his fist around his cock, stroking himself a little.

"Oh, but it will." Two pale fingers sink into her squishy hole once more, thrusting and curling while her eyes remain transfixed on the length and girth of his cock, the head flushed pink with excitement. After a moment, he pulls out and lubricates himself with her glistening essence before nudging his cock head to her waiting entrance, pinning her soft thighs in place with his muscled ones on either side of her.

"Ahh-Ouch!" She cries out and Feyd shushes her, thrusting slowly into her wet, hot cunt, lips parted with awe as he observes every scrunch and twitch of her face.

Of course it fits eventually, because why wouldn't it? Anything is possible in a dream.

She lets out a little huff when somehow all of him is stuffed inside her and the man settles on top of her, bodies intimately flush. He is a hard and soft cage of muscles and impossibly smooth flesh and she feels every twitch of his pelvis against the back of her thighs. She feel so full, she wants to weep into Feyd's shoulder, which is exactly where her face is currently buried with the way he is folded over her, grunting softly as he fucks her with short, quickening thrusts.

"Ahh, Feyd!" She clings to his back, nails clawing at the corded muscles.

"Say that again."

Feyd's hand slips down and wraps around around her ass cheek, lifting her pelvis with every thrust. Great Mother, she thinks. He is so strong, manhandling her body like it's a cute little plaything. Her pussy clamps down on him with a foreboding flutter and wetness drips past the root of his cock, down the cleft of her ass where his balls smack against her flesh wetly.

"Feyd~" She whimpers his strange name, wrapping her legs around his waist, heels pressing into the back of his strong thighs, then higher. The muscles of his ass are equally hard, currently flexing with each thrust. He is so impossibly smooth everywhere, cuddling with him must be the nicest thing in the world.

He lifts himself a few inches, changing the pace to keep her away from the edge of climax. She lets out a sweet whine, probably thinking he's done it by accident. That makes him feel guilty and he doesn't like the feeling at all. Feyd decides quickly on a hit and run strategy, trying to memorize every square inch of her face (so he may picture it in front of his mind's eye when jerking off the next day) while filling her cunt with quick thrusts, igniting pleasure that spills from his balls through his cock and culminates in thick ropes of cum.

Feyd was so dead certain he would wake up the second that his orgasm ripples through his body, that he almost finds himself unable to cherish his release when he doesn't wake up. Nothing changes. The woman remains beneath him, softly panting and riding out his climax with him, hands curled around the back of his head. Her soft, wet cunt feels too good to be a figment of his imagination and Feyd tries to bring his face under control, closing his mouth and blinking away the rapture. He pulls away from her and rolls on his back, letting the air cool the sheen of dampness that has formed on his chiseled torso.

There's nothing he can do to keep himself busy, no chains or shackles to remove, no burning welts to soothe. He can't even throw her out or the room because this isn't his room. Hyperaware of every breath and every shift of air molecules in the room, Feyd stares at the ceiling. He didn't wake up. What if she drew a knife and killed him now, would he wake up or be found passed away in his sleep in his somber chambers in Barony?

His head whips around, livid at himself that he didn't smell a trap sooner. She could be bait, a Bene Gesserit witch, a hallucination. Perhaps the Baron poisoned the wine Feyd had for dinner. He finds her expression gloomy and her arms crossed in front of his chest, dress tugged back down. She doesn't acknowledge him looking at her, so Feyd sits up.

"You're pouting with me?" His voice still sounds a little breathless.

"You stopped before I was finished! Twice."

"I didn't want you to wake up." Warmth tickles at his chest from within. She's too sweet.

"But if your climax wakes you up, that's fine?" She finally looks at him, finding his plush mouth twisted into a little smile.

Feyd's eyes sparkle as he leans closer, shifting his weight on one elbow. "You could have stopped me."

"But I liked the way you fucked me. And the way you looked and sounded while you were doing it." That causes Feyd to fight against the grin that pulls on the corners of his mouth. "But we're absolutely not finished." She reaches for his shoulder and pulls, so he sits up halfway, then pushes to urge him between her legs. "You're going back down there."

Chuckling, Feyd complies. He doesn't mind eating his own cum. With an appreciative hum, his hands curl around her thighs, lifting them, so he may regard the feast ahead of him properly. Her cunt looks as flushed and soaked as it should and Feyd wriggles his tongue inside her squishy entrance to soothe the burning stretch his cock must have caused her. Her hand finds his scalp and Feyd involuntarily huffs against her slit, loins throbbing with dull arousal. If he wasn't so utterly spent, this simple touch would have made him hard.

If this is a lucid dream, shouldn't he be able to get himself ready again?

It doesn't work, or perhaps he just doesn't know how. The woman's fingers tug on his head, wordlessly upset at his lack of hair. She wants his tongue on her clit and he is in the mood to comply, circling the little bud and enjoying the way her hips jump against his face. He adds two fingers, perhaps for vain reasons, eager to feel each twitch of her walls. She gasps, feet planted on his shoulders. He tries to be careful with her sensitive, little cunt and suckles on her clit, thrusting his fingers just slowly.

Teasingly, he pulls out for a moment to make a show of suckling his spend off his digits.

"What is that?!" She suddenly snaps and scrambles away from him, nearly catching his chin with her foot. Instinctively, Feyd snatches her ankle, yanking her back to him hard, lips pressed into a worried line.

"What's wrong?" He growls.

"What did you put in me?! Why is it black?" Her expression has slipped from dream to nightmare. Feyd however breaks out grinning wide, showing all of his inky teeth as the alarmed tension dissolves. She is so cute. She's never had a Harkonnen, and why would she? Feyd quite enjoys being her first and maybe her last, if she continues being like this.

"You didn't know it's black?"

"Why would it-? Ugh." Her head plops back down on the pillow. This is a dream, she reminds herself, and if his cum is black, it's black and it's not going to affect her. Satisfied, Feyd bends her legs back up and lies down on his tummy. "And you promise it's… safe?"

"Well, yes, aside from the usual chemicals."

"Chemicals?! Oh, sure, ahh, if you say so~"

A dream, she reminds herself again as Feyd resumes his work between her thighs, teasing her tender nub with the tip of his tongue. Only a dream, a strange and wonderful one that feels too good to be true as her pleasure crests the summit and her release rolls through her body in sweet waves.

Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear? Why and what art thou dreaming here? - The Sleeper by Edgar Allen Poe, 1831

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ohnococo · 5 months

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Sleep Tight | Hiromi Higuruma x Reader

Higuruma’s job leaves him busy, which means the two of you spend far too long as two passing ships, unable to indulge your urges.

He asks for one night to catch up on his sleep, then he’s all yours - but it turns out his body isn’t quite willing to let him make it through that night without being taken care of.

❥ WC: 2.4k

❥ Notes: a request for @bas-writes - Higuruma is so fun to write, thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

❥ Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, SOMNOPHILIA (reader receiving), fem bodied reader/no pronouns used, established relationship, wet dreams (mentions of grinding, oral sex/deep-throating), mentions of masturbation, mentions of semi-public masturbation, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, creampie, sleepy sex

Higuruma feels like a complete fucking idiot.

He’d been pulling all-nighters for weeks now. Coming home well after you were asleep, then forced to get up and leave only a handful of hours later. His work was hard at the best of times, but not even having the respite of time with you had turned it into something much like running a marathon in lead shoes. But the only way out of it was through, and when things had finally settled down you were so eager to make up for lost time.

But… that extended lack of sleep and all of that stress had caught up to him. He’d apologised and apologised again and it still didn’t feel like enough, but he just needed one good night of sleep and he would be on you like it was the last day of your lives the following morning, he’d promised. And you’d accepted, being the caring partner that you are.

Except he didn’t even make it to morning, not properly. Or rather, Higuruma wasn’t counting it as morning, considering the sun wasn’t even up yet. But here he was, barely rested, still so tired he felt almost delirious. And here he was, so fucking hard his balls hurt and he thinks he might have discovered you can actually be so horny that it leaves you with a pounding headache.

It’s not the first time he’d woken up either. The first time, he’d opened his eyes, realised he was humping the mattress, and checked the clock to see it was midnight. You weren’t in bed yet, and he was still exhausted, so he ignored the stirring in his pyjamas, rolled over, and went back to sleep.

Then he awoke and found himself hard again, cock pressed against the heavy duvet, trying to tent it despite not standing a chance against its weight. It was past uncomfortable at that point, but he turned to look at the clock and see those gently lit numbers telling him it was only just past 1 am. Once he’d heard you sighing next to him, he’d realised that you’d only just come to bed. It felt unfair to wake you, especially when his limbs still felt so heavy and he was tired enough that rolling onto his side was a feat. So again, he readjusted himself, and fell back asleep.

The next time he’d woken up, it was around 3 am, and he’d decided that his pyjamas weren't helping with his discomfort, constricting the erection that had returned once again, this time accompanied by a dream of you sitting on his lap and grinding against him. He’d groaned outright at that point.

First his work keeps him from sleeping, keeps him from you. Then the accumulated tiredness keeps him from you instead. And now, the result of so many days without satisfying his insatiable need for you keeps him from getting the sleep he needs to solve his little problem. An endless loop of torment for a man like him, who is more insatiable than most.

When he’d tried to adjust himself in search of a little comfort, he’d found his clothes sticky and clinging to him, precum having made them nearly translucent over this stressful night. He’d done what he could, sliding them off and kicking them out of the bed entirely before letting himself doze back off with that small semblance of relief.

But now it’s 4 am and his cock is throbbing, rudely interrupting his dream of you waking him up with your mouth on him. It was so vivid he’d almost been convinced it was real until he turned to see you were lying next to him, asleep, and not between his legs looking up at him from where his cock was buried in your throat.

Higuruma groans, wiping sweat from his upper lip, staring at the ceiling with his arms helplessly by his sides. He decides that his body won’t be letting him get any sleep until he solves this problem. Then he decides his mind had been admonishing him for being so selfish. Taking all the extra hours he can instead of delegating his work, denying your offer to empty his aching balls, and here he was dreaming of only his own pleasure. So he decides to focus on you first, at least enough to ensure you get yours. He slowly slides the duvet off of you both to pool at the bottom of the bed, and feels almost giddy at his absolute luck after his poor cock had been through so much turmoil.

It’s as if it were meant to happen, with you laying on your back, legs spread, shirt shoved up from tossing and turning of your own. You’re so ready for him, ready to be touched, that he can’t turn back now. He crawls slowly, pausing when the bed creaks or dips too low, until he’s settled himself between your legs. Face to face with your thinly veiled pussy, he can see a wetness of your own has formed, nearly outlining the contours of your slit, and he has to bite his fist to stop from groaning at the sight. It solidifies it for him, sheepishly jerking himself off over on his lonesome side of the bed could never be an option after looking at you in this state.

He moves his face closer, breathing you in, releasing that breath shakily onto your skin, and presses a slack tongue to the damp fabric. His eyes snap up, watching your reaction, but you only let out a breath barely louder than the last. He licks slowly, slowly upwards, eyes rolling as he gets a hint of the taste he knows so well through that dampened fabric, and when even that doesn’t do much to wake you, he concentrates his efforts on your clit.

It’s swollen enough to make its pert little self known through your clothing, and when he flicks at it with the tip of his tongue you let out a deep sigh. It has that little hint of something more that makes him realise that you’d almost certainly been just as pent up as he had. As his guilt at leaving you high and dry swells, so does his cock as his mind inundates him with vivid images of you clenching your thighs and squirming while missing having him there in your bed. Images of you frustrated, whining his name when your fingers and toys couldn’t do what he could. Images vivid enough that they almost felt like visions of what had indeed been happening in his absence. You, left here touching yourself night after night but finding those orgasms didn’t quite go as deep as they needed to without his cock and face and fingers to ride.

That’s more or less how the weeks had gone for Higuruma, when he felt like his head was going to explode during his late nights at work and the only way to stop it was to lock himself in the leaky bathroom on the abandoned floor above and beat his dick hard and fast while scrolling through whatever sweet little pictures you’d last sent him to remind him that you were home and waiting and meals weren’t quite as nice without him there to enjoy them with. It was never really satisfying, just a means to an end so he can think of something other than whining into your neck while you milk him dry.

It makes his heart clench, saddened and flattered at the unconfirmed but may-as-well-be-true-to-him thought that you might be helplessly fucking your pussy to thoughts of him. That maybe you were even dreaming about it now, like you couldn’t have the real thing, and you hadn’t - for far too long for how insatiable the two of you had been during your seemingly endless honeymoon phase. Higuruma thinks that he’ll never make you go so long without him again, even if he has to fuck you in his office, even if you have to climb on his cock while he’s passed out and dreaming of you sitting on his face.

These thoughts and the taste of you on his tongue act as a pincer attack on his hazy mind. It makes him forget himself, swiping his nose at your clit as his tongue busies itself trying to press at your entrance through the thin cloth keeping him from you. It’s not gentle, or subtle, but Higuruma isn’t thinking straight, not now that his mind is sending him on a spiral of filthy thoughts about how he needs to make you cum so hard you forget every night you’d been alone. He licks and nuzzles and sucks until your underwear are clinging to every contour of your pussy and even then he hovers so very close to grazing his teeth along your folds before he just catches himself.

It’s too much, because it’s too little, and his aching cock begs him to take care of you both as soon as possible. By the time he’s sitting up to settle between your spread legs his hands are shaking, and he has to hold his breath to steady them as he peels the sodden fabric away from you and pulls it to the side.

The way you glisten in the moonlight has him emotional, enough that he swears there are tears welling in his eyes - a pressure relieved by letting out a low sigh, shaky and distraught, as he pumps his cock in his hand and lines it up with you. Half of him wants to toy with you further, gliding his head against you, seeing if you’ll mewl for it the way he has to hold himself back from crying out for you, but the other half wins out as his cock throbs just from the lightest touch against you.

He pushes in, and the sticky sound of diving into your wetness makes his stomach clench, eyes rolling back as he bites his lip to stop from making the pathetic noise his body so badly wanted to release. He starts to push deeper, pausing and shaking his head as he realises it’ll just leave him cumming far too quickly, and that’s not what he’s here for right now, so he pulls back. His knees slide forward, nudging at your legs gently, as he repositions himself and starts making shallow thrusts, his tip just reaching deep enough to press and slide until he has your lips parting to release soft moans and your chest rising and falling faster and faster.

He grazes the pad of his thumb over your clit, holding his breath when it makes you clench around him, so he does it again. You only get wetter for him as he goes, warmer, more malleable as you beckon him to sink deeper and fill you completely, but he knows he has to wait, for both of your sakes. So he shuts his eyes, head falling back as he keeps the first few inches of himself lazily working at you, knowing he’ll get there eventually even like this.

You sigh, and squirm, and clench him again and again, sounds of your bodies like a wet squelch of a kiss as you work his tip even in dreams, and Higuruma doesn’t dare look at you - knowing that’ll be the end of him if he sees exactly what he’s feeling below. Instead he works his way just barely deeper, willing himself to enjoy the journey until that telltale clenching lets him know he can let go fully.

But his hastily laid plans change as you let out a moan and your knees lift towards your chest, a sound too loud and a move too big for you to still be sleeping. He looks down to find you looking as desperate as he feels right now with your curling toes and clenching hands. He doesn’t know when you woke up, but he knows you’re awake now, even if your eyes are closed, and your hands are down by your sides gripping the sheets tightly. He thrusts deep, for the first time in too long, and it makes you open your eyes, coming face to face with him as the tight squeeze of being buried so fully sends him bucking forward and catching himself with hands on either side of you.

“You’re awake.”

You laugh, breathy, clenching at him with the sound as he sets a new pace of long thrusts, “You’re fucking me.”

The hot breath of his laugh collides with yours as he gives you that lovesick smile that only has your pussy desperate to be ruined by him, so you wrap your arms around him and kiss at the corners of his mouth as you instruct him to finish what he’d started. “Go on, then.”

It’s playful, a soft challenge that has him hissing as he settles on his pace, heavy balls slapping at your ass as he makes sure you feel every inch of him you’d been without. He tries his best to keep his movements steady, but is all too aware of how he stays buried deep a little longer before pulling back with each thrust. He goes on like this until he’s barely leaving your heat, the thatch of hair scattered at his base rubbing against you with his desperate rocking.

Then you’re squeezing him tight, with arms and legs and pussy alike and it has him crying out. His full weight falls on top of you as all of his energy goes into thrusting - and staving off his body’s desperate call to release until you’re good and ready to squeeze it out of him on the tail end of your sleep-heightened orgasm. He sucks at your neck, sloppy and wet and barely muffling his shuddering groans until you’re finally cumming on his cock and rocking yourself up into his movements.

He sputters, whines, lets hot breaths loose against your neck as he cums right alongside you with the pull of your hungry heat. It’s a relief so great that it leaves him feeling boneless, like he was floating with only your body to keep him from drowning face down as his body and mind reset after cumming so hard after so long.

It’s much the same for you as well, with Higuruma acting as a weighted blanket over your body, the heat of him staving off the chill of the room as your skin cools down. He’s drifting off first, as is expected with such a tumultuous night, and you follow suit, only half thinking of the earful he’ll be getting in the morning for cumming inside of you.

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alessiamalfoyzabini · 8 months

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𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝

Pairing | Yandere Jungkook x Reader

Word Count | 3,146

Warnings | +18, yandere, smut, Stockholm syndrome, body worship. pussy worship, pussy eating, tongue fucking, fingering, breast/nipples worship, explicit language and descriptions, vaginal sex, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, manipulation, obsession, this is not for minors

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | If she had paid attention earlier to the sin that dwelt behind those obsidian irises, she would never have trusted it.

If she had noticed earlier the devouring love that dwelled in his corrupt heart, she probably would have fled.

She had done none of that, and now she had to come to terms with her new reality.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! Here is the eighth and final chapter of Happy Ending ❤ The idea of publishing the last chapter of this story excites me, I was really pleased to hear that you enjoyed it and there will be surprises coming for you! I have already prepared drabbles for Happy Ending and a spin-off about Jimin, I really hope this will make you happy ❤ Please write to me if you would like to be added to the taglist of the spin-off ❤

And I apologize for the errors that there will be in the chapter, it has been a difficult week 😭❤

Taglist: @katherine-kookie, @douknowbts, @aiiselle90210, @fewercascade , @mageprincess7, @m00njinnie, @get-that-brain-working, @whipwhoops

Chapter List - I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII - VIII / The End

When Y/N reopened her eyes, it was now past twelve o'clock. She stood up, recognizing Jungkook's bedroom, becoming aware of what had happened a few hours ago, her cheeks blushing at the memory of how she had held him in her mouth until he had fully climaxed, had she been good? Well, she had never given a blowjob in her life, but copying those same videos and drawing from her previous hard readings, she must not have been that bad. She got out of bed, determined to take a shower as well as brush her teeth. Not that she minded the taste of cum, she had already noticed that it didn't bother her from that time on the couch, but it still wasn't a pleasant sensation after hours of good sleep. She washed herself thoroughly, feeling a strange discomfort between her legs, it was like a sense of dissatisfaction pulsing right in the center of her heat, she tried to pleasure herself under the hot water, but the image of Jungkook giving her pleasure on the couch could not drive it away, she swallowed, fully understanding what her body was communicating to her. She wanted Jungkook, only he knew exactly what points to hit and where to reach. She bit her lips undecided whether or not to ask the boy for a little help, got dressed with that doubt in her mind and went to the kitchen, but she did not find him, the boy was not present in the living room either, and she with wide eyes ran to his office.

He was there most of the time and, to her relief, she found him there that time as well, from the open chink she saw the boy hunched over drawings, the tall, powerful figure rekindled that intimate desire, which she found inexplicable. Why on earth did he have that powerful effect on her? She decided to enter at a leisurely pace, stopping just behind him. Obviously with a job like his, over the years Jungkook had learned to sense a person's presence well in advance, which was precisely why he was not surprised to see her there; he turned with a smile. "Are you hungry?" Y/N squeezed into her shoulders, approaching the desk. She looked carefully at the drawings that Jungkook was evaluating, read at the corners of each sheet the name of each of her classmates, tightened her lips and with a nimble, quick gesture tossed that useless block to the side, they were not works of art, there was no love in those lines, Y/N knew this, she always heard her classmates complaining that they could not play during drawing hours, just as she heard them praising Jungkook's beauty, yet discrediting his lessons. "Wasted," they would say, "With that body he would look great as a team coach," they continued.

They did not appreciate Jungkook's work and talent, but she was different, that's why she was his. The boy studied the girl's attitude confusedly, "Is everything okay?" Y/N felt great, she was no longer thinking about her studies or those two who called themselves parents, she was fine. She was fine with Jungkook and only that mattered, every flap of her mind was about the boy in front of her. She longed for him, she wanted him, she loved him. With those thoughts in her mind, she jumped over the desk, positioning herself right in front of Jungkook, who watched with surprise at the girl's actions. She was wearing a low-cut sweater and white shorts that day, leaving the rest of her legs uncovered, legs she swung briskly before smiling. "Yes, I'm hungry," she said, Jungkook nodded, already ready to get up to prepare something for her - he still didn't trust her to put a knife in her hands, Jimin's experience had been shocking enough not to follow suit - but Y/N leaned over to pull the chair, and consequently the boy, closer to the desk. Jungkook tilted his head, then a light bulb went off and he threw himself against the back of the chair, licking his lower lip. "What would you like to eat?" he asked her, playfully.

Y/N shook her head, "In truth I would have another kind of hunger, something that sees you eating me," she clarified bluntly, by now she understood that with Jungkook she would no longer have to mind explicitly requesting far more intimate attention. The latter's fingers closed over the cleavage of her sweater, pulling downward to expose her full, soft breasts, still enclosed in her pearl-colored bra. "And how should I eat you today, sweetheart?" he murmured, leaving a moist kiss on the portion of her breasts that protruded briskly without restraint. Y/N trembled, her intimacy already on fire from mere words. Jungkook went up the column of her neck with soft, sweet kisses, reached the earlobe, which he took between his teeth and nibbled, before pulling and whispering, "Should I be sweet and slow?" with one hand he untangled the bra hooks, immediately crept underneath, cupping one soft breast, the girl trembled, squirming when one of her peaks was teased, "Or does my little girl want something more brutal and fast?" he pressed firmly against the nipple, rubbing his mouth against the tip as it plumped.

Y/N threw back her head, holding onto her elbows, "S-Sweet... and slow, please" she sighed, Jungkook hummed, sucking the tender little button, he broke away slightly to blow hot air on it that made the girl shiver, Jungkook realized how sensitive she was and sadistically pulled the nipple lightly between his teeth, watching ravenously as the girl's fingers tightened between them. "My little girl wants to be treated like a princess," he crooned, "You're right, it's not yet time for you to find out what a whore you can become under my command," he growled and Y/N's intimacy tightened at his words. He undressed her by throwing her sweater to the floor along with her bra, leaving to his own will that divine feast, which he found himself adoring by holding her still by the hips, while with his lips he took to tormenting her other nipple, pushed it against his palate crushing it over and over again, heedless of the fingers that pulled at his silky locks, he breathed in the scent of her skin as he swallowed his own spit, trying not to drool around her sensitive flesh. With his mouth busy pleasantly torturing the young woman's breasts, covering them with kisses and signs of love, he reached down with his hands to unbutton her shorts, Y/N timidly helped him in the task, and soon that garment was slipped off her legs.

Jungkook began to knead through the fabric of her panties the tender folds of her burning pussy, pushed two fingers against her clit, aroused felt the little pearl pulsing under his fingertips, and pulled completely off her chest, biting eagerly at her hips and then lower and lower, getting to where he was really expected, Y/N lay fully on the desk, watching Jungkook's head between her legs with glazed eyes, throwing them back at the boy's first lick, she trembled so much that Jungkook had to spread her legs wider. With her panties now on the floor, Jungkook took care to lick her swollen clitoris again slowly, feeling on his taste buds the flavor of each velvety inch. He found her pussy incredibly soaked, which did not, however, prevent him from spitting between her folds, making the stretch even smoother and wetter for his tongue, which gathered its essence before sucking that throbbing pearl into his mouth, caressing it occasionally with his tongue.

Y/N felt herself lost in a whirlwind of forbidden sensations and overwhelming emotions, she spread her lips wide in search of air, thrusting her pelvis more and more against the boy's voracious mouth, who pushed his tongue deep into her tight, wet slit, touched a particularly sensitive area with the tip that made Y/N stiffen, who moaned louder, speechless. "J-Jungkook, faster, please!" she exclaimed, watching him from her obscenely spread legs, but the boy smiled, before licking her folds once more, focusing occasionally on her increasingly charged and aching clitoris.

"Oh, no... you said sweet..." he left a kiss on the folds, "... and slow..." he finished, lightly penetrating her entrance with a finger, slowly pumping between the moist walls that fluttered and tightened as he passed. Y/N felt like crying; she did not think Jungkook was so sadistic in bed. "Jungkook, don't do this to me," she cried painfully, the boy seemed to think of an answer, continuing to stuff her entrance by adding another finger, which made the stretch more difficult because of the tightness of the young woman. "Will you let me go on?" he observed the distraught figure of the girl, lying on his desk with her head turned upward, nervously biting her lips. Y/N did not understand what he meant at first, then slowly came to it and did not know what to answer. "But...I've never done that," she murmured, hissing at the hot tongue that returned to make her legs tremble, striking the swollen pearl in quick tongue strokes, she squeezed the young man's head between her legs, trying to prolong that pleasurable torture, but Jungkook pulled away.

He longed to be her first and only man, knowing he had a virgin in his hands teased his animal side, which roared with pleasure. "I could introduce you to a pleasure you don't even imagine you can achieve, Y/N," he said seriously, the girl thought about it, "So you want to come like this?" in asking, he sucked violently on her swollen clitoris, encircling it with his tongue lasciviously causing her to scream, "For me it would be no problem, love... but would you allow me to introduce you to something that will unite us inextricably?" the rough, dark voice hit the girl's belly, she felt herself ignite more. The idea of joining him in a more intimate and close way appealed to her, although she harbored much fear about it; she knew it would also be painful. "Will you make me feel good?" she chirped shyly, and Jungkook melted into a smile, nodding. "I will always make you feel good, my beautiful girl." At that point she made her decision, agreed to take that extra step forward, defeating her fear. Jungkook stood up, taking her in his arms with unprecedented ease, Y/N looked at him confused. "The bed I think is more comfortable as the first time," he justified himself, kissing her forehead. He carried her to what would effectively become the bedroom of both of them, laying her in the middle of the mattress, between the sheets that already smelled of them. Together.

Jungkook began to undress, that was the first time the girl saw him completely naked, she wordlessly admired the tattoos that crept around his arm, and then noticed the toned and smooth muscles, his swollen lips thanks to her juices stretched into a sly smile when he also shed his jeans and underwear, showing her once again the perfect shape of his legs and his already taut and swollen cock, although the boy paid no attention to it, watching attractively the girl's soft and more downsized body, which looked like a tender little thing in comparison to him. He climbed on all fours on the bed and crawled toward her before stealing a kiss from her, entwining their tongues and tasting their flavors, Y/N distinguished a spicy note on the man's tongue, which she guessed was just his essence, Jungkook tenderly encircled her by one hip, while with his other hand he went back to teasing her folds, trying to make her relax again. "Look into my eyes, Y/N," he murmured on her lips, the girl did as he told her, losing herself in the night sky of his incredibly sweet irises, "I'll try to go slow, okay? It will only hurt a bit at first," he told her and she nodded, resting her head between his neck and shoulder, focusing on the erotic sensations of the man's fingers in her pleasure center.

Jungkook encircled her clit with his thumb, squeezing it gently before caressing the delicate pearl, retrieved some liquid pleasure from her tight slit in order to spread it over the bundle of nerves, lubricating and softening the delicious rubbing, Y/N moved her hips against the hand, moaning at the pressing pleasure that expanded to the tip of her hair, moments later Jungkook penetrated her entrance, parting her walls in a slow and pleasurable stretch, adding a third finger shortly afterward that made the girl frown. It didn't hurt, but it stung slightly, Jungkook left soft kisses on her neck, trying to distract her. He succeeded, felt her relax, and his fingers gained speed as the girl's moisture increased along with her arousal. Small sounds rhythmically came out of her throat, her eyes closed to focus on the sensation as best she could, not missing the way Jungkook's thumb still rolled slowly over her stiff clitoris. Jungkook reached to touch a slightly more elastic spot, he realized there he had to stop, she was ready enough to take him without too much pain.

He brought his fingers out of her intimacy and Y/N suddenly felt empty. She saw him move away to stand between her legs already wide open for him, the boy observed the girl's slick folds licking his lips, his cock moved involuntarily at the sight and accompanied him between them, sliding easily he touched her clitoris with the moist tip, insisting over and over again on that spot to make the girl tremble once more, she felt the center of her pleasure contract obscenely.

Jungkook finished his little game by pressing himself one last time, when he pulled away a long trail of cum connected the girl's sex to his sensitive cock, hissed pressing against the soggy slit, gently and slowly penetrating it, tenderly enveloped him, and his hips contracted feverishly. Y/N immediately felt the substantial difference between the young man's fingers and his cock, and to say that the boy's fingers were also much longer and thicker than the girl's! When he pushed further, the woman's walls continued to envelop him like a glove, Jungkook had to block himself by gritting his teeth, he could have come there and then without much ado, Y/N for her part felt a strange mix of sensations. She felt pleasantly full, small waves of pleasure also joined the slightly burning stretch that Jungkook left when he resumed moving in small thrusts, he went deeper and she arched reflexively, shocked by the intimacy of the union, she tightened around him moaning, the knowledge that she had him inside her in a way that another woman could only have dreamed of excited her more than anything else and now accustomed to his presence she pushed against his hips, communicating to him that he could go further.

Jungkook took a breath before pulling out to the scarlet tip, then back in again with a vigorous thrust, the girl felt something inside her flake and split, she let out a small scream immediately stifled by the boy's lips, which resumed thrusting without giving her any more time to be able to register the pain, he furrowed the soft and warm walls in the grip of unheard of pleasure, they were so close that Y/N felt the boy's pubes touch hers, a burst of pleasure stronger than the others left her gasping, she broke away from Jungkook's lips to embrace him in despair, pain and pleasure combined to create a strange, bewitching spiral, and the more his cock sinuously penetrated the elastic entrance, cradling the walls with gentle, frenzied thrusts, the more pleasure she felt increased, releasing charged jets that shocked her body. The thrusts increased in speed, Jungkook felt drops of his own sweat slip from his body to join the girl's, he scrutinized her distraught face and found her enchanting in her fucked and desperate state, she was crying and he knew it was not from pain, she was experiencing sensations so unfamiliar that her brain was not yet able to comprehend the extent of them, she was crying because that was her only outlet and Jungkook felt himself tensing painfully at the sight, he changed angles slightly and Y/N widened her eyes.

"Oooooh ... fuck, fuck, fuck!" she exclaimed shamelessly, Jungkook realized with amusement that he had found her most sensitive spot and rotated his pelvis in order to strike that area one more time.

"Yes? Is this where you want me?" he asked not recognizing his own voice, simply repeated the action and the girl nodded vigorously. "Yes! Oh, please... yes, yes..." Y/N went so far as to claw his back to clarify the concept, "Don't stop! Oh God!" He felt her stiffen, squeezing him in a tremendously pleasurable grip that made Jungkook's hips stutter, Y/N felt him all the way to her belly, her walls throbbed violently, and Jungkook took the opportunity to pinch her clit one last time, leaving her to explode in a hard, intense orgasm that left her trembling like a pudding on the bed. The boy continued with his increasingly voracious and direct thrusts, his heavy balls pulsed hitting the girl's buttocks uninterruptedly, this triggered a devastating orgasm in him that made him moan breathlessly, he came inside her flooding her walls, the girl's pussy violently contracted once again, willingly welcoming his cum and his last sloppy thrusts, finally he collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily over Y/N, she was still too out of it. "Y/N?" he asked, the girl tried to open her eyes. "Mh?" "I love you," he said with his heart in his throat, in love and kidnapped. Yes, kidnapped. She had kidnapped him and not the other way around. Y/N let go of a lazy smile, "I love you too, Jungkook," she replied, finally fulfilling Jungkook's dream, she touched the boy's face affectionately, "You kept your promise, with you I feel protected and happy," she found herself moved, continuing to caress him. Jungkook kissed her hand gently. "I will destroy anyone who tries to hurt you," he whispered with a serious look that left the girl interjected, "I will stop at no one, my love." Y/N felt a strange chill pervade her, but she mentally shook her head, telling herself there was nothing wrong, smiled at Jungkook and kissed him, dragging him with her between the soft sheets with a giggle. He thought back to the elderly neighbor, to the words of that now distant day, gosh, she was so right. Yes, that was the something new she had been waiting for, the happy ending she had been waiting for her whole miserable life. "I love you."

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wardenparker · 1 year

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The Viper’s Bride - ch 1

Oberyn Martell x female reader x Ellaria Sand x OC Co-written with @absurdthirst

The second Prince of Dorne has lived under the illusion that he would not be forced to wed for his entire life. He has enough lovers and illegitimate children to make him a legend across Westeros, and the love of his soulmate Ellaria Sand to content him. But a contract between his brother and a lord from the north will catapult him into a match that may prove to be as complicated as it is intriguing. Especially when he learns that you already have a soulmate of your own.

Rating: E for Explicit! 18+ Word Count: 9.9k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this series: terrible parents, age gap 10+ years, arranged marriage, classicism, cursing, food and alcohol* A slap! Mentions of menstruation, fleeting mention of a suicidal thought, threats of violence, bathing, so much foreplay, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, fingering (anal), MM coupling, MMF threesome, anal sex, oral sex (f giving and receiving), FF coupling, technically this is an orgy. Summary: Upon receiving news of your arranged betrothal, both you and Prince Oberyn of Dorne make your ways to the Red Keep for King Joffrey’s impending nuptials. However, his arrival to the city is significantly more playful than yours. Notes: Welcome to soulmate story number seven! This summer we are getting hot and heavy in Westeros with everybody’s favourite promiscuous prince. Buckle up, my darlings, because this one gets spicy right off the bat 👑💖

Oberyn frowns slightly as the oil slicked hands of the servant press into the arches and joints of Doran’s feet, making his older brother hiss in pain. It must be a harsh day for him, his wheeled chair a near constant as it is now too painful for him to walk even short distances. A far cry from the hale and hearty brother he had grown up with as the youngest of the Martell princes. He knows the oil is warmed, the scent of eucalyptus and mint filling the air as it is worked into the skin, hopefully providing some relief. “I can come back, brother. Let you rest.”

“This is important.” Doran insists, not dismissing either man from his presence. His own discomfort is a stark reminder of the sacrifices that must be made for the throne of Dorne. “You know the Baratheon boy is to marry.” The fact that King Joffrey’s mother is a Lannister makes him an unsavory topic between the Martell brothers, even as Marcella Baratheon plays in the water gardens a mere thirty yards away.

Stiffening instantaneously for a moment before he forces his body to relax, Oberyn despised the mention of anything to do with the Lannisters, including that bastard on the throne. Everyone knows the rumors and with the golden mane of the boy and the tales of evils he has done, he’s inclined to believe it. “Gods be praised.” He murmurs sarcastically, reaching for the carafe of wine and the spare goblet that had obviously been left in anticipation of his visit with the elder prince. “What poor girl is marrying that…king?”

“Margaery Tyrell.” The elder prince huffs derisively before leveling his younger brother with a serious gaze. “You are to attend the wedding in my stead.”

Rolling his eyes, Oberyn sighs heavily. It will be two weeks of hard traveling to reach King’s Landing. All for a wedding he does not wish to attend. “I will extend the Martell family’s feelings.”

"You will be gracious and accommodating." Doran warns, knowing that the Martell family's true feelings are not appropriate in any way to be expressed at a wedding. "There will be some other business for you to attend to in King's Landing which is far more important."

“Yes, there is that wonderful brothel down in Flea Bottom.” Oberyn muses, grinning at the idea of bringing Ellaria there. The last time he had come, it had been two years before he had met her.

"Oberyn." His brother's voice has a warning tone to it. "I beg you not to waste your time in brothels on this trip no matter how enjoyable a pastime it may be. There is someone you need to meet."

He snorts and shakes his head. “I have no interest in meeting boring nobles with their equally boring wives.” He tells him. “I’ll be with Ellaria anyway.”

"No, you won't." Doran jerks away from his servant in frustration and turns to fully face Oberyn. "I will not have that woman jeopardize the contract I have signed when the ink is barely dry. Leave her home, Oberyn. She will be here with open legs when you return."

Oberyn’s brow arches up dramatically. Doran has never had issue with Ellaria, even counting her as a confidant in his absence. She is the mother of four of his children and a member of the family despite there being no vows between them. His soulmate. “What contract?” He growls.

"Leave." He hisses at the young man who was tending to him and he backs off immediately, taking the pot of oil back into the interior of the palace as fast as his feet can carry him. "It was time, Oberyn," he intones seriously. "Far past time, but I have let you have your freedom as long as I was able."

“Let me have my freedom?” His hackles rise and his eyes narrow. “I have my freedom because I wish it.” He reminds his brother. “I am not the head of the Martells like you, and you have your heir.”

"I have one heir." Doran bristles, but the raised tension between the brothers is his own fault. A product of the tension and pain he was already feeling today. "If anything should happen to Trystane, it will be you on the throne. And though I have great love for my nieces, none of them can be a princess."

“Our house will endure like it always has.” Oberyn snorts, dismissing Doran’s concern. “If the time comes, I will marry Ellaria and claim my Sand Snakes as legitimate.” He takes a long sip of his wine, humming at the delightfully floral note.

"The chance for that has passed." It is Doran's turn to be dismissive, sitting back again in his wheeled chair and adjusting a cushion under his arm. "Your objections to marriage have been noted, brother, but it is time to make a respectable husband of you. Ellaria will understand. She is an intelligent woman, and I'm sure would not abandon you as your mistress." Oberyn prefers the term paramour, and though it is accurate now, it will be more complicated once things are settled.

“Brother, what have you done?” Oberyn demands, slamming his goblet down onto the table.

"You know exactly what I have done." There is no chance, in his mind, that Oberyn has not deduced that a marriage contract has been signed, but Doran still sighs heavily. "She is the only daughter of a noble family. The father let her go without a match for some time while her brothers all married, but her portrait is beautiful and he assures me that she is accomplished." Reaching for the wine glass that Oberyn has rejected, Doran takes a gulp rather than a sip. "And she has no marks, blessedly."

“The agreement was my soulmate or no one.” Oberyn hisses, his gaze turning withering. “I will not marry some cow faced northerner.”

"Every place is northern to Dorne," Doran waves one hand dismissively and sets the wine glass back down on the table between them. "The contract is signed, Oberyn. You will not make a liar or a fool of your brother by denying it, and I am not going to try to force you to spend time with the girl or even like her. But you will marry her and produce a legitimate heir." The contract is full of terms to be adhered to, and the fairly enormous size of the girl's dowry includes access to trade routes that will greatly benefit the people of Dorne. There is no downside to this arrangement in Doran's mind, aside from having to have this discussion with his brother.

Oberyn’s lips press together in a firm line and his chair scrapes back as he stands. “Then you fuck the girl.” He hisses. “For I will not be gracing her bed.” Turning on his heel, the prince storms away before he loses his infamous temper.

Doran breathes a sigh, reaching for the goblet again to drown his frustrations in the wine that his maester has instructed him to avoid when he is in pain. "Fuck it," he grumbles harshly. Oberyn is going to make his life a living hell anyway, he may as well be drunk for it.

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“Marriage!” Oberyn scoffs angrily, pacing in front of the lounge where his paramour is currently sprawled. “As if I am some fresh-faced maiden. How dare he sign a contract on my behalf!”

"I smell Mellario behind it," Ellaria admits, watching him pace back and forth like a caged beast. Oberyn had come careening back into his chamber like a sandstorm and now he was seething. "Doran has never had issue with your arrangement before now, and suddenly he is concerned about heirs? I would not be surprised if her change has come."

“Or he cannot get his cock to rise.” Oberyn winces at the idea of his own cock not working, but with his brother’s declining health, he would not rule it out. “I will not do it.” He decides. “We will leave for Braavos if he decides to push the issue.”

"My love," Ellaria sits up, shaking her head. "If you leave here, I would follow. You know this. But you would still have four daughters you would not be able to see and we both know that would break your heart." His children are the most important thing in the world to Oberyn – everyone knows this – and Doran would certainly use them as a punishment for insubordination. "Exile is no choice, Oberyn. Even self-imposed."

Pausing mid-stride, his robes swish around his legs as he turns to stare at the woman who had been with him and by his side for nearly twenty years. “You would have me entertain this idea?” He demands, surprised she would consider this.

“I would not have you be less of a man than you are.” For all her complexities, Ellaria Sand is not the temptress or the snake that some make her out to be. Her genuine love for Oberyn is rooted in as much respect as it is passion, and their four daughters currently have a father that they can look up to as a good and wise man. “What is the worst this girl could be?” She poses the question carefully as he shifts his weight anxiously in front of her, and she folds her hands in her lap. “Ugly? That is not her fault. The sun and good company can make anyone more beautiful. Cruel? Doran has already said you do not have to spend much time with her. Or perhaps childish? Spoiled? Then you treat her like a child and send her to her chamber without a treat if she misbehaves.” There is anger in his face, which Ellaria hates to see, but she tries to be encouraging. Motherhood has taught her that encouragement can be a balm on almost any wound. “So you would be married. What does that signify? Nothing in so far as you and I are concerned. You are still my soulmate, my love. And the father of my children. She cannot change that.”

“You are my sun.” Oberyn reaches down and takes his lover’s hand to draw her to her feet. Pulling her against his body, his broad hand covers the small scar on her side, a knife wound that he had earned in the fighting pits. “My world.” He promises, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers in a passionate kiss, trying to rid himself of the idea of tying himself to another. Ellaria is his soulmate, which is why he had said that he would only marry the woman who bears his marks.

"And no one will ever change that." She vows just as solemnly, giving herself over to the kiss without restraint. There are parts of his world that she does not stray into, or they would have fought with Doran for the right to marry years ago. The elder Martell brother may not mind her as Prince Oberyn's paramour, but she is not what he would envision for a princess of Dorne, nor does Ellaria particularly want such a title. For Oberyn she might have borne the duty of it all, but he never asked that of her and she was grateful. Now, whoever this girl is that is being thrust into their life will bear that burden instead. Ellaria does not envy her the responsibility.

******

“My love, you must calm yourself.” Within the walls of your chambers, Raeden Stone knows that the two of you are safe. Your maid will not interrupt unless necessary and she is sworn to protect your happiness and well-being above everything else, including your parents. “Stop.” Striding across the room, the sword at his side clanks as he grabs your hands filled with dresses, and takes them from you. “We cannot flee under the cover of darkness like we are thieves escaping the sword.” He knows that if he is caught, he will be killed or sent to the Wall as well.

"I won't do it." The very idea is offensive, leaving the taste of burnt crumbs in your mouth and the feeling of insects crawling on your skin, so that even with Raeden clutching your hand all you can think of is being rid of the horrible sensation. This whole horrible situation. Your eyes are already red from tears, their dried tracks left on your cheeks and down your neck, yet still more threaten to spill over as he holds you still. "I won't marry a stranger and move halfway across the world. I won't leave you behind!"

“You will not need to leave me.” Setting the clothes down on the trunk that is meant to be packed for your journey to King’s Landing and then to Dorne, he cups your cheeks. “I will pledge to accompany you.” He promises, his dark eyes boring into yours. His heart aches but he had known this day would eventually come. “I will ride into all seven hells if need be to stay beside you.”

"Why can we not just tell them?" Your smaller hands wrap around his long fingers, holding tight to him as though he might disappear if you let go. "To marry my soulmate should not be such a shocking thing to do, surely?" Having gone over and over it in their time together, you know why. Status. For a young noble woman to marry a bastard of no consequence, soulmate or otherwise, would be unacceptable in any part of Westeros.

“I have no name to offer you, other than Stone.” Raeden reminds you, aware of his station. He had only become a trusted member of your guard when he had risked his life for you nearly three winters ago. No one knew of the shared marks on your skin. No one could know. “No coin, no land, no future.”

"I could be your future." The argument is an old one. Aged and worn like the stones in your floor. The fact that you would abandon your station and your family for him is moot now that your father has sold you. "Three brothers married wealthy wives and yet I am the sacrificial lamb to be offered up to the lecherous second prince of Dorne." The stories of the man's temperament and deeds preceded him, of course. Lusty and vengeful, the second son of House Martell was to be feared never spoken of above a whisper in polite company. And now you have to marry him?

“I have heard he is handsome.” Despite his own heart aching at the thought of another touching you, he has to make this seem like a good thing. “They say he will treat any in his bed respectfully.”

"He could be the most handsome man in all of Dorne and he would still not be as handsome as you." Soulful eyes the color of chestnut shells, plush lips, and a perpetually mischievous smile when he’s pleased, there is no one more handsome than Ser Raeden Stone. Firm muscles and an impressive strength make him as formidable on the battlefield as they do in the bedroom - a fact which you have kept mum about for years now. Raeden's broad frame and towering height envelope you fully when you wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his chest to muffle a sob. "I will never lay with him. Or love him. Not as long as I live."

“You will be his wife.” He swallows as he says those words. “You will bear his children, love or not. And I will protect you.” It will be his own special kind of hell, watching you grow with a child that is not his, marry a man who is not him. “You must not tell him, love.”

"How can you be so calm?" You demand, looking up at him with fear and hurt swimming in your eyes. "My father is sentencing me to stand at the side of another man and you...my love, I cannot believe you are accepting of this?"

“I have no choice but to accept it.” His voice hardens slightly. “If we try to run away together, we will be caught. I will be killed or sent to the Wall.” It rankles, but he had known that one day you would be married off. “I cannot protect you if I am dead or taken the oath.” He growls, shaking his head and leaning in to press his forehead against yours. “I cannot risk leaving you alone.”

"Only cruel gods would have given us to each other as soulmates without ever intending to allow our love." It is an unfairness of life that you have lamented more than once, but right now it feels as though a dagger has been plunged through your heart and twisted violently.

“The gods know of our love.” Raeden knows it, sighing softly. “We are together and we will still be together.” He kisses you softly. “I spend more nights in your bed than my own. It will be the same in Dorne.”

"I will not allow it to be any other way." Despite the fear of the unknown, the thing that you can cling to is the strength of your feelings for Raeden Stone. Since the day he arrived rather triumphantly in your life, he has been a constant and welcome presence and you will not allow any power to steal your soulmate from your side. "No prince from Dorne will ever keep you from my arms."

“There is my girl.” Raeden smiles, happy that you are calm again and he presses closer to you. “Now…do you wish that I take your mind off your worries?” He coos softly.

“I always wish for you.” Though time is precious now, as you leave for King’s Landing in just three days and the road is no place for a romantic interlude. Raeden will not even be allowed to ride in your carriage during the journey. His place as your guard demands that he protect you, not indulge in you. Although he is fully capable of doing both.

The grin that you have said melts you flashes across his face and he pulls back so he can remove his belt and sword. “Then let me make you forget about Dorne, forget about marriage and only think of me.”

******

The painstaking journey feels ludicrous, and your weary mother certainly has not made it any easier with her complaining. The decision for your parents to accompany you was entirely your father’s and even then it was only so that he could brag to his small group of friends that he attended the king’s wedding. If this were only about delivering you to your groom, he would have sent you with your guard and your maid and thought no further on it. As it is, you have spent every day sitting beside your mother’s lady’s maid in the cramped and uncomfortable carriage praying that you might get even ten minutes alone with Raeden before the end of the day. It has hardly happened, and you have found yourself near tears rather constantly. Ignorant man that your father is, he imagines you so delirious with joy that you are weeping for your good fortune. The truth could not be further away.

“Do not fret.” Your mother assures you softly. “We have long had daughters marry in Dorne or Dornish brides sent to us.” She reminds you. “While most will look their noses down at a Dornish man, we know he will treat you well.”

“I still do not see why this marriage is even necessary.” And since no one has offered you any sort of explanation, you’re inclined to just ask. “My brothers married wealthy women. We do not need the favour of House Martell. So I am forced to wonder again why I am being offered to them in sacrifice.”

“Change is coming to Westeros.” Your mother leans in, her words quiet and fervent. “Dorne is the last kingdom that still has royalty. You will not just be a lady, you will a princess.”

"I do not want to be a princess." You inform her flatly, ignoring the way her lady's laid looks aghast at your ingratitude. "My own maid had more freedom than I do. At least someone asked her if she wanted to be shipped south like chattel. And she was even able to say no!" Though Clarey had served you since you came of age, your own maid had been able to marry her soulmate and had recently discovered she was with child. Your father had considered himself quite magnanimous for not breaking up that family to send her to Dorne with you.

“You would have your father break his contract with Dorne?” Your mother asks, appalled at the mere idea. “You were born into a noble house. You have grown up knowing your father would arrange a marriage for you. Most are married at seventeen.” She clicks her tongue in disappointment that you are forever ungrateful for the time your father had allowed you to remain unwed. If you only knew the rumors that had swirled.

"If you always planned to marry me against my will then I wonder that you waited so long." Staring out of the carriage window, you can see Raeden up ahead, face drawn in concentration as he keeps constant vigilance over the route you are traveling. "Why not have signed me away to the Starks when I was born?" The bitterness in your voice is obvious. "Then I would have been a queen."

“You will watch your sharp tongue, or you shall be sent to your room without dinner.” Your mother hisses, sitting back and shaking her head. “Your father wanted to hold out hope for a soulmate.”

"I am not a child, as you so love to point out when it is convenient to you." The threat of no dinner is nothing when you have no appetite to begin with. It would be a blessing not to be stared at over a meager meal. "And you can hardly send me to my room when I haven't one. We will not even arrive in King's Landing before first light tomorrow."

Your mother’s hand strikes out, slapping your cheek with a sharp crack. “You will not shame your father and house.” She hisses. “I have long begged your father to marry you off, to stop giving into your childish notions, but no more. You will marry Oberyn Martell.”

If the impulse to cup your own cheek was present, you don’t give in to it, not wanting to show the satisfaction of acknowledging that she has caused you pain of any kind. At the moment all you can really think is that it is good Raeden did not witness your mother striking you, or he may have given himself away with his reaction. “At least in Dorne I will never again be forced to breathe the same odious air you have exhaled.” No one in all of Westeros could ever have mistaken your mother for your ally if they saw you interact in private – it is only her sickly sweet countenance in public that made others think that she had babied or favoured you in any way. More than once in your life you’ve wondered how such a hateful woman could even grow a babe let alone birth four of them.

“You will learn your place soon enough.” She promises you. “You are a woman, not a man.” Her disappointment in you pours off of her in waves. “Be thankful your father did not choose a fat, aging lord.”

“Fat and aging means he would die faster.” At least antagonizing your mother is passing the time, you decide, staring straight ahead at the pompous boil of a woman who has lorded herself over you for the last twenty-five years. “I think I would do very well as a widow.”

“I wonder if your bravery would falter learning that your guard will not be staying with you.” The sly, evil menace in your mother’s voice is clear.

“Of course he will.” Brazen confidence is the tone which drowns out your panicked fear, and you tell yourself not to look outside and give yourself away. That could ruin everything in less than one heartbeat. “He swore to Father to protect me and Father accepted.” If something had changed, surely Raeden would have told you.

“Hmmmm.” Her smile is acidic, her fingers twisting around her handkerchief. “You think you are soooo clever. That I did not know.”

“Honestly?” Honestly you really did not think for a second that anyone besides your former maid knew anything, but you swallow down the boiling acid in your throat and keep your chin poised to stare your own mother down. “I do not know what you could possibly mean.”

“I birthed you.” She snorts, a very unladylike sound. “You think I do not know when my daughter had decided to spread her legs and become a Stone’s whore?”

Of course the thing that bothers her most is that Raeden is a bastard – Stone, as they are named in the Vale – and not an actual concern of safety or care. “I can assure you, that is not the case.” Though saying it would be a waste of breath, nothing you have done with Raeden could mark you as a whore. Just a woman very much in love with her soulmate.

“At least you just bled.” She scoffs. “Not carrying a bastard in your belly.” She leans in, her eyes flashing with malice. “Behave. Or I will allow your father into my bed for the night and he will do as I say. Including making sure your precious Raeden rides home to the Vale with his lord, your father.” She threatens.

Though you have serious doubts that your mother’s cunt is magical enough to control your father’s thoughts, it isn’t a chance you’re willing to take. If Raeden is ordered to return to the Vale and you are forced to ride for Dorne without him, you are more likely to see the bottom of the seas than your marriage bed. “My Lord Father loves me and wishes to protect me,” is all you say in response.

“Your Lord Father will do what makes me happy.” She promises you with a self-assured smirk. “Especially now that I have convinced him to marry you off.”

“It was you?” You should not be so shocked. Her hatred for you has been obvious from the time you were a child and had never seemed to waver. Your father, on the other hand? Doting and indulgent, always picking flowers for you and bringing you books instead of suitors. Your brothers are strong men with discipline instilled in them. You had been allowed to read and dream and sing and ride at your leisure. Of course his sudden change of heart was down to your bitter, angry mother.

“Who else?” She sneers. “Your father would be content to keep you around until you are nothing but a spinster. You are already past your prime. Luckily enough, the Prince of Dorne already has eight bastards.”

The way her utter dismissal of you makes your blood boil is beyond explanation, but as you squeeze your hands together in the pockets of your robe, only one precious thought floats to the surface. “My only solace is that if I should ever see you again after this week, Mother, you shall have to curtsy to the person you despise most in the world.”

“I will not.” She hisses, glaring at you. “I will never bow to a little whore like you.”

“Oh, but you will.” A victory, even a small one, is enough to grasp at as you square your shoulders again. “When I am Princess of Dorne it will be required of everyone save King Joffrey himself. You included.”

“Bitch.” She hisses, glaring at you. “I should have drowned you the moment you slipped from my womb.”

“A regret you will live with forever.” If Knocking her from her wicked confidence is the best you can do in this conversation, you will not take that for granted, for your mother has always been a formidable enemy. “Now leave me to read, Mother. Lest you earn yourself another wrinkle and find your hair a shade greater than it was when we left home.”

“I will be overjoyed to not see your face every day.” She spits, hating that you don’t seem cowed by her threats. “Dorne will be eye opening for you. And everything you deserve:”

“As you say, Mother.” Without another word, you take the small book of histories from your reticule and open it to the place where you left off last night, too distracted by Raeden’s handsome face to give any more thought to words. False confidence is a thing you learned very well in the face of your mother’s vitriol, and apparently on this one occasion it has actually yielded a victory. You may still be terrified of your future in Dorne, but she never needs to know that.

******

“This city still smells like shit.” Two weeks of travel has left Oberyn irritable, grumbling as he pulls his horse up to the gates of the city. “Let us go find comfort and a bath.” He tells Ellaria, unable to stay in the carriage and deciding to ride ahead of the contingent of troops Doran had sent with him.

“At the brothel, my love?” She smirks at the suggestion, far less uncomfortable from travel than he is. “A bath, fresh food, and a good fuck will restore your mood.”

“Of course.” Oberyn scoffs. “I will not accept chambers in that keep.” He hates even being here and seeing it. Wanting to burn it down, considering his sister, niece and nephew died in that keep.

“Nor should you.” As a prince he should have the most resplendent rooms available, but they both know what would happen if Oberyn ever set foot in the Red Keep beyond the wedding in two days. “We will visit this Littlefinger you have spoken of?”

“I had sent word that we were arriving.” He chuckles, smirking at Ellaria because she knows him so well. “Tell me you don’t want a hot bath and an even hotter cunt?”

“If I am honest, I am ravenous for a cunt to bury my tongue in.” There is never any judgment between them, or jealousy, and Ellaria sighs indulgently at the idea of a slick cunt and perky tits to indulge in. “Will you share with me, lover?”

“Always.” Oberyn waggles his brows. “We will pick out a whore together.”

“A favorite pastime.” Ellaria laughs softly. She has not spoken a word about Oberyn’s intended bride since they left Dorne and she won’t until it’s necessary. His mood is volatile here in the northern capital and she does not relish his moments of anger.

“Silk sheets.” Oberyn groans, not willing to admit that he is weary of travel, but he needs to recover. Especially if he is to be meeting this bride. He had decided that the poor girl deserves to be told in person that he will have nothing to do with her.

“Silk sheets. Roasted meats. Wine. Berries and nuts fresh from their trees.” She giggles when his hand slips inside her dress to caress her skin. “And a pert ass for you to bury yourself in.”

“We could get two. A man and a woman.” He reasons, smirking at the idea. “Perhaps we will have Littlefinger line them all up for us to choose from.”

“As many as you like, my love.” After all, it is not as if the coffers of Dorne lack for funds. They have brought a fortune with them under Doran’s insistence that Oberyn shower his intended with gifts – and a second fortune to pay for the bills his natural extravagance will no doubt incur. “We will have whatever you desire. And when you have had your fill we will rest and then begin all over again.”

“Wine.” Oberyn decides, frowning despite thinking of nicer things as the two of them enter the walls of King’s Landing. “I will need a lot of wine.”

Their destination is not far, but the duo of Oberyn Martell and Ellaria Sand attract attention by virtue of their combined beauty and the onlookers who cluster to gaze at them make their journey last longer. Oberyn sends their driver off with the carriage to find stables nearby and Ellaria wraps her arms around him when he returns to her side in the steps of the building. “Do you hear the false moans, my prince?” She pouts in sympathy for the unsatisfied women inside as they cross the threshold together. “We will make them scream so they never forget us.”

Oberyn smirks, holding her hand with no shame. He does not hide Ellaria, she is his paramour. Much more than that, although that is something that is kept between the two of them, private at her insistence so she does not become a liability to him. “We will, my love. Every whore in this brothel will pout when you leave.”

“Very pretty pouts, I hope.” Ellaria loves a very pretty pout when the time is right. To be begged to come back to bed. To have a lover cry her name with such passion that their heart aches for more. She saunters into the brothel beside Oberyn with her head high and looks around as the prettily dressed woman at the entrance fawns over Oberyn. Everyone fawns over Oberyn, that is of little interest to her.

Oberyn eyes the cunts and tits on display, lifting a brow when he sees earrings through one woman’s nipples. “I see we are in the right place.” He smirks, watching as Littlefinger rushes over to the pair.

“Prince Oberyn.” Though he does not ever bow deeply, he does bow, eyes tracking over to Ellaria with an oily smile. “My lady. What an honour to be graced with your presence. What can we provide for you this morning?”

“My lady?” Ellaria scoffs, making Oberyn smirk and squeeze her hand. “We will be needing accommodations for the duration of our stay in King’s Landing.” Most brothels do not rent rooms and he is sure that Littlefinger’s establishment is no different but Oberyn has learned that his title and the gold of his coin makes things possible when they previously weren’t. “For now, until it is ready, we need baths and whores to join us.”

“The duration of your stay?” The man does not bother to hide his surprise, but smiles broadly like the showman that he is. “I will send someone to ready your accommodations,” he promises, hand on heart. “Our baths are this way,” Littlefinger motions deeper into the building. “Do you have a preference for who should join you or shall I send you a variety to choose from?” There is enough gold dripping from the Prince of Dorne that Littlefinger will unfold the world of pleasure at his feet if that is what he wishes, without worry for his ability to pay what is owed.

“Your choicest men and women.” Oberyn looks over to Ellaria for her approval. “Clean.” He insists, although Littlefinger’s whores are always of a higher caliber than most. “We will send the others away once we have chosen.”

“Leyth.” Littlefinger waves to a tall, buxom girl with orange curls down to her waist. “Tend to the prince and his lady for me,” he instructs her, obviously trusting that she can do the job. “Anything they need, you will acquire for as long as they are here, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” The girl called Leyth nods and smooths her thin skirt, looking between the beautiful prince and his stunning lady. “I will be happy to serve them.”

“Good.” The chuckle that bubbles out of Littlefinger is full of approval. “Take them to the baths and then fetch them food and wine.” He smiles at Oberyn, a thing dripping with false charm. “I will send you a selection of company to choose from.”

“Berries.” Oberyn adds, the need for fresh fruit after weeks on the road is great. Ellaria chuckles, well aware of his fondness for snacking, especially when he is fucking.

“Berries.” Leyth bats her eyelashes prettily as she leads the pair down the hall. “Do you prefer sweet things, your Grace?”

“Hmmmm.” He doesn’t answer one way or the other, although his gaze is sliding up and down her form and he reaches out to caress her ass through the sheer robe she is wearing.

She hums right back at him, playful but bidding, and slows her pace slightly to let him touch as they turn the corner to the bathing room. The deep bath in the floor sits full and waiting for paying customers, beautifully tiled with trays of soap and sponges for gently scrubbing skin. The oiled waters smell of flower petals, and two baths are even littered with the things. Leyth walks toward the bath of floral water with a sultry smile and a swing in her hips. “I will wash you with my own hands if that is your wish, after I fetch you food to break your fast.”

“What do you say my love?” Oberyn asks Ellaria. “Leyth and whoever catches our eyes?” He would love to see his paramour’s thighs spread for the orange haired beauty. “Or would you prefer to choose the woman?”

“You are lovely, Leyth.” Ellaria praises, already having decided that she likes this woman’s spirit as well as her figure. “We will see who else catches our eye when they arrive.”

“Show me your tits.” Oberyn commands the woman. Eager to see if they are as perky as they seem or if it is an illusion of the gown she is wearing.

Obedience is necessary to work for Littlefinger, but Leyth is lucky to have been given to this couple she finds so attractive. She slips the ties from her shoulders and lets her silken dress fall to the stone floor with pride. Her body is well worth selling and has given her a good living, so she proudly bares her large tits and curved waist to this prince when he demands it.

“Very nice.” Oberyn groans with a smirk. “They will look lovely bouncing when you ride my cock.” He predicts. “We can undress ourselves.” He promises, turning to Ellaria and pushing aside her own gown so he can cup her bare breast, tweaking an already hard nipple.

Ellaria moans happily when the girl excuses herself to fetch their food, and drops the traveling robe she was wearing to the ground immediately. “Lover…” she sighs, her body arching to seek Oberyn’s touch instinctively. “You were right about this place.”

“Of course I am right.” He teases playfully, leaning in and dragging his nose along her throat. “Now, we need to wash so we can be ready to play when the whores are brought in. I want to feed you fruit while a tongue is buried in your cunt.”

“Leyth is a beauty.” Ellaria disrobes easily and quickly, leaving her things scattered as she steps into the bath built deep into the floor. It is warm and smells sweet, like summer in the Water Gardens. “Pale, but I like her freckles.” She looks up at Oberyn with admiration as he shrugs off his own robes. “I like your freckles better, though.” Especially the one on the inside of his right thigh, high on his muscled leg where she can kiss it before swallowing his cock.

“Just like her tits are gorgeous, but yours have suckled four of my children.” His cock twitches and he kicks off his boots, throwing the loose, pale yellow shirt off and reaching for his leather breeches.

“Hers are bigger than mine.” Ellaria chuckles at the way he loves tits. “Enjoy them, lover. I know I shall.”

“You always do.” He chuckles, thanking the gods that his soulmate is just as adventurous as he is. “Maybe she will be the only one we choose for now.”

“Perhaps.” Sighing as she lays back in the water, Ellaria tilts her head and soaks her hair, enjoying the way she feels cleaner already. “Perhaps we will develop a taste for sun-red hair while we are here.”

“Whatever we develop a taste for, we will indulge in.” Oberyn does not mind sharing her, doesn’t get jealous because she is his sun and world. No one could break their bond.

“Come to me, lover.” She beckons him with both hands, pouting for him prettily. Now that travel is behind them, Oberyn is already cheerier and it lightens her heart. “Soak with me. It has been weeks since we had a bath.”

“With pleasure.” Stripped down, Oberyn strides over to the bath and starts to descend the stairs to join her in the deep tub.

Ellaria moves to him immediately, arms welcoming him home and lips finding his with a deeply satisfied moan. Her legs are around his waist as quickly as his hands find her ass, and his growing cock twitches against her soft skin.

Oberyn turns around, letting his paramour cling to him as he drops down onto the seat under the water. “I love you.” He murmurs quietly against his lips.

“As I love you.” Since the day they first spoke the words to each other they have not wavered, and Ellaria runs her hands across Oberyn’s skin reverently. “My warrior.”

“My sun.” Oberyn squeezes her ass and rocks her onto his hardening cock. “My world.” The passion between the pair has not wavered over the years, growing stronger in a way that could only be because of their soulmate bond.

“Oberyn.” No matter how many times she takes him, the stretch of his cock inside her takes her breath away. Her hands find his shoulders to cling to him as they find their pace, with his grip guiding her as she begins to bounce on his length in earnest.

“Too soon, my love?” He teases, knowing she is far more than adequately wet. She is dripping.

“Never.” She shakes her head before throwing it back, letting her moan ring out through the echoey chamber. “Never. I am always yours.”

Multi-tasking is a gift that Oberyn has. Results of a wandering spirit and a restless mind. It was one of the reasons he had joined the maesters and eventually left after forging eight links. He reaches for the perfumed soap and a rag to wash his lover.

They are fully enraptured with each other when Leyth returns, and she sets the tray down beside them before seeing about pouring two goblets of wine. It’s rare to have pairs of lovers visit the establishment but not unheard of, and she smiles indulgently, watching the passion they share for a moment before making herself known. “I can do that for you, your Grace,” she offers, knowing her employer will be upset if she neglects them.

Even with Ellaria impaled on his cock, Oberyn tears his mouth away from her lips and looks over at the woman. “Join us and bring the wine.” He orders. “Are the others coming?”

“They are right here.” Leyth slips into the water easily, taking the sponge from him and resumes the work of bathing his lady without missing a beat. Four women and two men all of varying ages and looks pour into the room behind her clad in next to nothing looking apprehensive.

“Do not be shy.” Oberyn turns Ellaria’s head and groans when she clenches down around him. “Any who wish to not join us may leave now.” He does not want someone who is timid.

The most tired looking of the women takes the youngest girl by the hand and leads her from the room with a respectful nod of her head, and one of the men bows before stepping out behind them. "Leaving us with five supple bodies to learn," Ellaria groans appreciatively. Between Oberyn's cock and Leyth's hands massaging her back as she washes her, this is surely already one of the seven heavens. One of the girls is the first to step forward, beautiful dark skin on display and bright eyes full of mischief as she easily discards her meager dress and slips into the water right away. She has heard legends of the second prince of Dorne and intends to find out for herself if they are true.

“Eager.” Oberyn chuckles and beckons her forward. “I like that.” His eyes slide past her towards the remaining man, tall and broad. His tawny skin clear and it’s obvious that his cock is starting to harden as he watches. “You—” he motions towards him. “Do you suck cock or like cock in your ass?”

"I like whatever you like, my lord." After all, is that not what he is here for? Being a man with a voracious appetite for pleasure makes him an asset in a place like this.

Oberyn growls, eyeing his cock tenting the loose trousers he is wearing. “Strip and join us if you are going to.”

Spacious as it is, there is not enough room for everyone in the bath, and the last remaining girl lays down bare on the edge after everyone has climbed in and patiently plays with herself while she waits her turn. There is plenty to feast her eyes on until one of them decides to bury their face in her pussy.

Twitching inside his lover, he kisses her gently and pulls her off his cock. “Go play, my love.” He urges her, knowing she wants to do more than just be touched.

"We may learn to enjoy King's Landing after all." Ellaria laughs, happily letting hands explore her skin. Leyth and the man gravitate toward Oberyn, and she is happy to drown herself in a sea of pussy until she is drunk on the sound of women's pleasure.

When he is close enough, Oberyn reaches down and cups the man’s cock firmly. “What is your name?” He demands, squeezing him gently and jerking him slowly.

"Cal, my lord." His eyelids flutter slightly at the firm touch, eager for more. "Or whatever you want it to be."

“Cal….” He smirks and presses his thumb against the head of the man’s cock. “Have you ever been fucked by a Prince?”

The way Cal shudders and his breath hitches is reverent, and he shakes his head as he tries to remember to breathe. "No, your Grace. But I would like to be."

He turns to Leyth, jerking his chin up. “Kiss me.” he orders, stretching his neck out and lets go of the man’s cock so he can slide his hand around him to press between the cheeks of his ass.

The room fills with moans as Leyth eagerly complies, licking into the prince's mouth with surety. She knows her skill and she hopes to impress, even pressing closer to him to wrap her own hand around his cock.

Oberyn hisses, his tongue sliding against hers happily as he finds Cal’s puckered hole quickly and starts to rub around the opening.Hands are everywhere as Cal lowers his head to lay kisses along the taut muscles of the prince's neck, one hand caressing his skin and the other groping for Leyth's breast to squeeze the supple flesh and play with her nipple. They are paired together often, when clients wish for a show, so he knows her body as well as any instrument.

“You are lovers.” Oberyn groans, pushing a finger inside the man’s quivering hole. On the other side of the bath, Ellaria and the ebony skinned beauty are tangled together in a passionate embrace.

"Sometimes." Leyth agrees, leaning over to give Cal a kiss without missing a single stroke of the prince's cock.

The sounds of heavy breathing and pleasure are filling the bathing room and he can feel the way Cal’s body squeezes his finger as he pumps it into him to stretch him out. “So do you want his cock or his tongue while I fuck him?”

"If I have his cock, I will feel every time you fuck into him." She moans at the idea, chest heaving with just the thought. "You will be driving us both wild with pleasure."

He chuckles and nods, pulling his fingers out of the other man. “Then get on your knees and let him slide inside your cunt.”

Kneeling on the bench where he had been sitting, Leyth presents herself easily for both men to appreciate and sighs out loud when the familiar stretch of Cal's cock presses inside of her wet heat. She knows that Cal is truly the one getting spoiled today and hopes the prince lives up to every rumour for his sake.

Oberyn can’t help but reach out and slap her ass and groans when her generous skin jiggles. “I will fuck you after I have had my fill of your lover.”

"He is insatiable," Ellaria offers, chuckling deeply before burying her face in the cunt nearest her talented mouth. Oberyn is not the only one with an endless appetite. It is one of the reasons that they have so much fun together.

“It has been two weeks.” He huffs, rolling his eyes. There hadn’t been any place to stop and fuck while on the road. He was pent up.

"No one here will complain, my lord." Cal promises, burying himself again in Leyth's cunt and groaning at her heat. "The stories of you are legend, and most of us are eager to know if they are true."

“They are true.” Ellaria pulls his tongue out of the cunt to purr her vote of confidence.

“Thank you, my love.” Oberyn chuckles and reaches for the oils that are kept on the edge of the bath for things such as this.

"Then we will add our praise to the stories that already exist." Soon Leyth will be able to do nothing but take the thrusts from the two men above her, but for now she meets each movement with a roll of her plush hips.

"We are yours for as long as you wish to stay." It is only half of a promise from Cal himself, having been instructed by Littlefinger himself to give Prince Oberyn whatever he wants, but at least now Cal can make the vow with pleasure.

Oberyn has no doubt that these people have been told to do whatever he or his paramour likes but he will only take what he deems right. “Only if I bring you both pleasure.”

"I cannot imagine you have trouble giving pleasure." Cal moans, bending over Leyth's back to present himself to the prince for the taking.

Coating his cock in enough oil to wash his entrance, the water in the bath sloshes as he shuffles closer and takes himself in hand. Pressing closer and pushing the head of his cock against the other man’s hole and slowly rolls his hips forward to break him open.

Cal curses, eyes rolling back into his head as the prince's girth fills him, and in turn pushes his cock further into Leyth's fluttering pussy. The bathing room may as well be their own private party in this moment, because of the large handful of people indulging in each other no one notices Littlefinger lurking by the doorway. True pleasure is rare in a whorehouse, so this is sure to be a lucrative visit for the proprietor.

Oberyn lets out a lusty groan when his hips are flush against the other man’s ass. “You do not flinch away.” He praises, wrapping his long arms around the man so he can cup Leyth’s generous breasts while he waits for the man’s muscles to relax around him.

“Pleasure is a gift.” Cal’s body shudders as he takes Oberyn fully, the stretch of him making the man pant and reach back to grasp the prince’s hip. “You have a very large gift, my lord.”

Oberyn chuckles quietly, pleased with Cal’s words and leans in to nibble on his ear. Enjoying the way he shudders again. “Let me show you what I can do with that gift.”

******

The Red Keep looms above you when you finally step out of your carriage, trying with all your might to block out your mother’s voice muttering indignities that your party was not greeted by a royal retinue at the city line. What utter nonsense. Your house is ancient and wealthy, yes, but certainly not royal and there is no reason for the royal Baratheons or Lannisters to pay you any heed. At least, outside the carriage, you can finally be more than a foot and a half away from your mother again.

“Alright, pumpkin?” Your father beams down at you before swinging off of his horse.

“Of course, Papa.” Of course not is the truth, but after days of spitting venom you are too tired to put up much of a fight. Besides, now that you know this is your mother’s doing, it is hard to be upset with your father for simply being a fool.

Your father beams at you as he steps beside you and offers you his arm. Not having an opportunity to talk much on the road, he wants to assure you. “I understand you are nervous because you have not been to Dorne, but your grandmother and her mother are from Dorne.” He reminds you. “And there is family in Braavos and across the Narrow Sea.” The long tradition of finding love outside the Vale is common, your father finding the free-spirited prince to be a far worthier match for you than some sniveling little lord grasping for favor. The idea that his daughter will be princess is also a factor.

“I shall visit them all at my earliest ability.” The idea of traveling to see family you have never met sounds infinitely preferable to spending even a minute in the presence of the prince you never agreed to wed, and for a moment you almost relax at the idea.

“I doubt your husband will allow anything other than you spitting out his heirs for the next few years.” Your mother scoffs. “You will be visiting his bed.”

“That is not for you to know or to decide.” You tell her, though the fact that she may be right makes you sick to your stomach. Two steps behind the three of you, Raeden could not have missed the comment but you cannot exactly turn to look at him.

Raeden keeps his gaze down, your mother’s words in his mind as he tries to decide if he had made the right choice. Perhaps he should have run away with you. He’s noticed the captain of your father’s guard eyeing him so he had tried to be as impassive as possible. His heart aches at the idea of you in the Prince’s bed, despite the rumors of his prowess and propensity for men and women, something that he shamefully shares with the Prince of Dorne. He had fought his attraction to the other men around him. Not even sharing it with you.

“My lord. My ladies.” A steward in the hallway bows to you dutifully and opens his mouth to welcome you to the Red Keep, but a swish of skirts and a silky smooth voice cuts him off from behind. “Lollard, I will greet my guests,” she instructs, sounding nearly severe before her voice pitches up to something delighted and seemingly terribly excited. “I was so pleased to see your banner approach that I could not help myself.” The woman declares, and you cannot tell if she means it or not. “Lady Margaery Tyrell,” she introduces herself with a broad smile. “It was I who sent your invitation. Welcome to King’s Landing, and to the Red Keep.”

“You are even more beautiful than your portrait, Lady Margaery,” your mother gushes, simpering to the woman who appeared to be several years younger than even you. “And how thoughtful of you to include our House in your nuptial feast. We are honoured.”

“It is I who am honoured.” She steps toward you with a smile. “To have the future princess of Dorne amongst my guests, and of course the ancient connection between our Houses makes us loving cousins, does it not?” The marriage of a Tyrell daughter into your House was four generations ago, but Margaery has never been one to overlook a string that might be pulled in her favour. At least not after her grandmother pointed it out.

Future princess of Dorne. Raeden’s fists clench at his sides as he tries to ignore the fury in his heart at that simple phrase. You will be a princess, and the gap between your stations will be more vast than before.

“We are flattered by such a personal welcome.” Beside you, your father is talking and patting your hand on his arm, but you barely hear him. Each time another person calls you princess or refers to the man who bought you, you feel closer and closer to being sick all over the floor. Or perhaps sinking in a wasting depression. If both are possible simultaneously, that may be the answer.

“Forgive me.” When you find your voice it almost cracks, but you put one hand to your stomach delicately. “I am delighted to make your acquaintance, Lady Margaery, but I am afraid I feel quite ill from weeks of travel. Would it be possible to be escorted to our chamber so that I might be well enough for a turn around the gardens later?” An ally – any ally – may be worth grasping, and you enjoy the way this young woman made your mother frown by not paying attention to her. For right now, though, you would do anything to be alone so that Raeden could visit you.

“Forgive me.” Margaery bows her head respectfully and gives a small, sincere smile. “My manners have forsaken me.” She gestures towards the keep. “Allow me to show you personally to your rooms. A light repast has been laid out for your pleasure as well.”

“How very kind of you,” you murmur, knowing you won’t touch a thing. The reality of your situation has stolen your normally healthy appetite.

Clever blue eyes catch the subtle grimace when she mentions food and yet she doesn’t comment on it. Sensing that you will have much to talk about, Margaery had invited you to stay in the keep as her guest after learning of your betrothal to Oberyn Martell. “This way.” She smiles and motions towards the left corridor.

Though you might not be fond of the games of society, you were raised in them, and you have sense enough that when the future queen offers you her arm you take it. That is how the first glimpse many guests to court ever have of you is strolling arm-in-arm with the woman who will become queen in two days time. It does not matter that you just met. It does not matter that she is chattering away politely while you simply smile your polite smile and nod. The future queen of the Seven Kingdoms and the future princess of Dorne paint a very pretty picture on their way through the halls of the Red Keep with your family trailing behind. If you weren’t so desperate to be alone with Raeden again and attempt to forget all this is happening, you might more fully enjoy the way your mother is green with envy.

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Watered Down - JTK

WC: 7.6K | Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content! (Vaginal fingering, handjobs, penetrative sex, dirty talk, lmk if I missed anything!)

Your friend is wasting all your hot water, but if you can't beat 'em, join 'em, right?

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What is taking him so long in there?

You shifted again on the edge of your bed while the steady rainfall from the shower across the hall droned on. After the soft click of the door closing, water had begun running almost the second you’d woken up, inhibiting you from your morning duties, and the little culprit had yet to emerge.

After the usual depraved nonsense that you got up to with Jake on a Friday evening, he’d looked at you, upside-down and disoriented from the indented couch cushion, with his sleepy puppy dog eyes, asking if he could just stay the night.

“Don’ wanna drive,” he’d mumbled into the throw pillow, already tugging your throw blanket off the back of the cushions. As if his driving was even on the table in his current state.

As if you could deny him, so adorably snuggled up to your wrinkled, inside-out, oversized hoodie, balled up like a makeshift teddy bear under his chin. Besides, your sleepy, intoxicated partner in crime had already fluttered his obnoxiously long eyelashes closed, soft snores rumbling out of his button nose occasionally. You’d sat there, back against the footrest of the lazy boy with your knees supporting your chin, just watching him for longer than you can remember or care to think about.

But as you wiggled again, the pressure of your bladder screaming at you for relief, you cursed at the bastard currently occupying your only bathroom.

Seriously, who showered for… you checked your phone for the time.

34 minutes?

He may be diligent about hygiene, but he was still just a man, after all. There’s only so much grooming he could do, especially in YOUR shower.

Whimpering with discomfort, and a little irritability, you shoved off the bed, shuffling to the bathroom door.

“Jacob! Y’almost done?” you called, listening for a second.

Silence.

You huffed, bringing your knuckles to the door, rapping at the wood quickly.

“Jake, c’mon, I gotta pee,” you tried again, shifting your weight.

Still, you heard nothing but the white noise of the overhead fan and the shower. You shoved down a brief flutter of worry when a faint mumbled curse echoed off the tub walls.

He hadn’t drowned, then.

Well, you had tried to get his attention, to warn him. And the shower curtain was opaque, it’s not like you’d see anything. You reasoned he had made his own bed by being a little shower hog.

You twisted the knob, cracking the door open, immediately affronted with steam. Knocking the door frame again for good measure, you called again, “Jake?”

This time, Jake gasped, startled behind the curtain, making you giggle an apology after his shout of surprise, pushing the door open.

“What- Hey! I’m- …showering in here,” he cried, the shower curtain rings clanging as he stretched it to each end, sealing the corners to your eyes.

“Yeah, no shit, for the last four hours. I’m dying here, Jacob, do you remember how much we drank last night?” Flipping up the toilet lid, you unbuttoned your pants. “Don’t look,” you ordered.

Jake scoffed, sounding a little winded, strained. “Not a problem,” he retorted.

Shoving your sleep pants down, you quickly relieved yourself, trying not to think too hard about your naked, totally platonic, definitely no tension between you at all, best friend behind the thin curtain.

Under normal circumstances, you would’ve avoided an interaction this weirdly intimate by all costs, but Jake was your best friend at the end of the day. He’d held your hair as you’d thrown up, he’d nursed you through a nasty bout of flu with his homemade soup and medicine, he’d been the one to rip the wax strip off your leg when you got too scared of the pain.

You guys were unshakeable, you knew he wasn’t gonna wig out from you relieving yourself.

That said, you could tell he was just standing there, rigid behind the curtain as you speedily made yourself decent and closed the lid. “You know, you didn’t have to stop just because I had to pee,” you chuckled.

“I can’t- will you get out of here so I can just get out?” He sighed.

Something in his tone sounded defeated, frustrated. You furrowed your brow, eyeing the curtain. “Wait, what’s the matter?”

Barking a humorless laugh, Jake fired back, “That’s a joke, right?”

“Hey, don’t be mean, I’m sorry I interrupted your precious shower time, Princess,” you bit back. “It’s not my fault there’s only one bathroom.”

Jake was quiet for a second, and you were seconds away from apologizing again before he replied incredulously, “I’m not- no, not because you had to pee, you goose.”

Chuckling, you crossed your arms. “Okay, well! What then?”

Jake’s shadow shuffled awkwardly behind the curtain, scoffing again awkwardly.

“Sweetheart. C’mon. Put two and two together, please.” He snapped his fingers impatiently.

Your eyes suddenly widened, and you blushed furiously, your grip tightening around your own arm as you rubbed awkwardly up and down your sleeve. “oh-“ you coughed, “you- …oh.”

Jake snorted. “Finally she clues in.”

“Well how was I supposed to know?!” You started giggling, a quick peek in the fogged up mirror confirming the pink flush adorning your cheeks.

Jake laughed, slapping a hand to his forehead. “How could you not know?”

“Well why are you- why in the shower?”

“I didn’t think you’d appreciate seeing that on your couch!”

You giggled again, rubbing at your cheek shyly, biting your lip. Definitely not thinking about it, absolutely not thinking about…

Jake continued, “I mean, I didn’t think you’d appreciate seeing it at all, but you are still fucking standing there-“

“Did you finish?”

“…No, I didn’t fucking finish,” he hissed teasingly, “and if you’re not gonna join me in here, then kindly get out.” You could hear the mirthful smile in his voice, and knowing your best friend like you did, you knew he was fully expecting you to take his joke at face value and to leave him alone with a final comeback.

That nagging best-friend-intuition was also sounding alarm bells though. Because as he joked, long-suffering ire in his voice, you also detected a rough edge beneath the surface.

With the completely and utter faith that nothing would be catastrophic enough to scare Jake off at this point, you threw caution to the wind.

“What if… what if I do join you?”

Jake hesitated, before chuckling shyly. “…oh, shut up,” he disbelievingly teased.

You blushed, “No, Jake, I-…” you giggled nervously, shyly finishing, “I’m serious. Y’know, if- if you are.”

Another pause, and you couldn’t remember ever being so nervous in your life until-

“Uhh… y-yeah. Yeah, okay,” his breathy voice gaining confidence, “get in here, then.”

Heart pounding, you grinned, “yeah?”

He chuckled, his shape behind the curtain moving, presumably rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, c’mon in, darling, the water’s fine,” he flirted nervously.

You breathed in deep, mindfully relaxing your tense shoulders, and tugged your shirt over your head. You kept your eyes poised on the curtain, pushing your sleep shorts and your panties down your legs. You kicked them into a small pile, hidden off to the side, feeling shy about that for some reason.

Quietly, you approached and curled your hand around the edge of the curtain and grinned shyly, “Kay, close your eyes.”

He laughed on the other side of the vinyl sheet, “What? Why?”

“Cause I’m shy!” you defended, “just do it.”

Jake snickered, “…they’re closed, I promise.”

You pulled the curtain back, keeping your eyes firmly at eye level as you stepped in, sliding it shut behind you. Your eyes settled on his dripping chestnut hair, curling up in the humidity as it hung in dark tendrils down Jake’s tanned shoulders, his back muscles flexing as he held his hand over his eyes.

He turned his head carefully with his eyelids squeezed shut, blindly looking over his shoulder, his lips were curled up in a boyish smirk, his cheeks warm from the shower, and maybe (hopefully) from your presence.

You stood before him, careful not to let yourself accidentally brush against him, biting your lip as you struggled not to let your eyes dip below his chest. He turned his body fully, facing you and grinning wider, which made your breath catch in your throat as nothing stopped you now from looking down if you wanted.

“Can I open my eyes now?” His voice had taken on a flirty, raspy quality, one you hadn’t personally been privy to before. It made your cheeks hot.

You took a slow breath, nodding. “Yeah, you can- you can look.”

He parted his ring and middle finger, peeking between his fingers to scan your face. “Yeah?” he confirmed softly, grinning.

You giggled softly, nodding at his sweet demeanour. “Yeah,” you whispered.

His hand lowered to his side, and you watched his throat as he swallowed, then you blushed harder as his eyes slowly descended from the rigid eye contact.

You felt his heated gaze searing into your skin, and you stood there, allowing yourself to be engulfed in his fiery, admiring gaze. It travelled down your neck, past your collarbones, his eyes lingered around your chest for a moment. He subtly licked his lips, quickly glancing down the rest of your body before glancing back up to your blushing, patiently waiting face.

“You’re more beautiful than I imagined,” he softly confessed, boyish, sweet and shy.

The soft burst of laughter that arose from you was born purely of the nervous energy flipping in your tummy. He cracked a grin at the sound, and your voice was surprisingly steady when you teased, “You’ve imagined?”

His head turned to the side, eyes casted down as his grin widened and he shrugged one shoulder. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

You gave him a crooked smile, “Mhmm… I’ve always figured you’d be gorgeous too.”

His cheeks flushed pink and his eyes couldn’t quite seem to hold your gaze, flickering down to your lips repeatedly, making you feel even more of that restless, butterfly inducing energy.

Curiosity finally winning over, you did some visual exploration of your own, biting your lip as you stood with him beneath the fall of water. You traced your eyes down his chest, the plush abdomen decorated with that enticing wispy trail of hair.

You swallowed down your nerves as you felt Jake’s hands tentatively come to rest on your hips, and then you looked down at his very-much-still-aroused dick, water droplets running down the length of his thick shaft, falling from the tip of his swollen head that was the prettiest shade of pink.

You took a shaky breath, Jake’s fingers squeezing reflexively at your sides at the sound. Your face shot back up to his, the heated tension skyrocketing.

Jake lifted his brows with a questioning, almost challenging look. You shakily exhaled, answering that challenge by bring your hand up to rest over his chest. It was hot to the touch, his soft skin wet and sweet smelling, and beneath it, his heartbeat was racing just as fast as yours. His dark eyelashes fluttered at your touch but stayed open, watching your face in lustful curiosity, seeming to search for your approval, for a positive response.

You offered a shy smirk, flickering your eyes between his. “So…”

He grinned shyly, “So…”

You giggled quietly, and his smile widened, his thumbs swiping gently over your hips where he gripped you.

“… I don’t wanna like, say the wrong thing here,” he chuckled. “Not really sure what this… is.”

You tucked your chin down, giggling shyly. “I don’t know either, really. I guess it’s whatever you want it to be,” you looked up at him through your lashes.

He analysed your face for a moment, licking his lip again. God, could he knock that off before you fainted?

“Whatever I want it to be?” He quietly repeated.

Your hand moved, slipping your hand up over his shoulder, wrapping around the back of his neck, and it seemed to convey the hint to him clearly enough to give him the courage to ask,

“In that case…” he swallowed, meeting your eyes, “can I kiss you?”

Your stomach flipped, your face burned hot, and you pushed through the jackhammering of your heart to give him a shy but eager little nod, ever so slightly urging him with the hand on the back of his neck.

His breath stuttered, and he leaned in, carefully gaging your face until the last moment, your eyes fluttering shut in sync and his lips pressing warm and wet to yours.

Your free hand settled on his soft side, and that was what seemed to click this whole thing for the both of you. Jake’s heart raced anew beneath your other hand, and he parted his lips, returning to the kiss with a deeper slide, your faces angling into place.

Behind your eyelids, there wasn’t the fireworks or explosions of energy you’d read about. There was only Jake, coursing through your adrenaline jacked veins. Jake’s skin beneath your hands, Jake’s hair barely tickling your cheek as he leaned farther above you in his growing boldness, Jake’s hand squeezing your hip tightly as he let his other hand wander up your back.

He sighed through his nose with the softest little “Mm” of satisfaction, your throat responding with a quiet whine of your own instinctively. His hands kneaded the flesh at your waist, and his hot breath and his satin lips owning yours overwhelmed you in the best way.

All was Jake, but as you poured your relief and want into this hot, wet kiss, you kept coming back for more - you wanted all of him, pressing you against the shower wall, taking over every one of your senses.

But he was still holding on to that tiny bit of distance between his front and yours, and in your kiss-muddled brain, you couldn’t quite grasp why, which was why you used your leverage with your arm around his shoulder to press your chest against his without really thinking.

It was then that you felt the most pressing evidence of just how much this was affecting him, poking hard and hot just under your navel.

The combined sensation of your chest squishing against his and his tip skimming the skin of your abdomen drew out the most knee-buckling whimper of surprise out of Jake. You barely had time to drink in the sound of it before he was sweetly but firmly pushing you back. Your eyes opened to the sight of his lip tucked tightly beneath his teeth and his brows furrowed with tortured desire.

Your jaw fell open for a stunned moment, suddenly realizing what just happened, and you blushed hotter, mumbling, “I-I’m sorry, Jake-“

“No!” he cut you off, quickly shaking his head and cupping your cheek, his own face flushed bright with embarrassment. “Don’t- no apologizing. This is… it’s good, I just,” he floundered for words, eyes darting between yours as his cheeks blushed pinker still.

Not confident in your own voice – still dizzy with want from the brush of his cock, if you were honest - you simply blinked up at him, patiently but nervously waiting, and his demeanour seemed to soften as he looked down at you. You noticed how he was shifting his weight as his eyes unfocused for a moment, the restlessness of his hips making you crack a smirk.

He mirrored it, and you quirked an eyebrow at him playfully, “Worked up, huh?”

You had no idea where this boldness came from, but Jake’s pupils dilated in response to your challenging quip, and he huffed a shy laugh, leaning a tiny bit closer. “Maybe a little.”

You innocently shifted your own hips forward, just enough to cause his tip to graze your middle once again, and you bit your lip as his jaw popped open, his eyes darting down at the contact.

“Nothing about that is little,” you breathed.

Jake’s eyes flew up to yours, wide and shocked for a moment until his expression slowly morphed into a hesitant but dirty smirk.

That is, until your shower decided it wasn’t going to waste hot water any longer while you two finally worked out the tension between you. Jake, whose body had been mostly shielding you from the spray of water, jolted suddenly with a yelp, scrambling away from the showerhead, rushing to turn around and shut off the faucet.

“Jesus fuck,” he hissed, shuddering from the temperature shock as the water stopped.

You burst into giggles, and Jake awkwardly laughed as he straightened up. The bubble had burst, but you were honestly a little relieved to have dorky Jake back, as you watched him open the shower curtain and lean out to grab a towel for you both.

His smile was crooked as he faced you again, stepping close and wrapping the towel behind you, draping it over your shoulders. He hesitated when your eyes met, almost as if he wasn’t sure if you still wanted to keep going now that the moment had been so jarringly disrupted.

No way you were letting this go, though. You raised your eyebrows expectantly, and as matter of factly as you could, you told him, “See, now would be when you should kiss me again.”

His face drooped into an adorably goofy smile, and he teased softly as he leaned in, “Is that right?”

“Mhm,” you giggled, lifting your chin invitingly as he obliged you with a gentle kiss.

When he pulled back, you met his eyes, and he smiled wide, casting his eyes down shyly.

“I gotta say, I did not think today was gonna go like this,” he admitted with a chuckle, drying off his chest.

You smirked, toweling off your hair and trying not to be too shy about it when you re-wrapped your towel around your body and stepped out. “How d’you mean?” you sarcastically replied.

He laughed, stepping out after you onto the bathmat, the two of you crowded together, swaddled in your respective towels as you dripped onto the fuzzy rug. “Oh you know,” he wrinkled his nose playfully, “just, going from, pathetically jerking off in your shower to the thought of you, to kissing you naked? That little thing?”

Your jaw dropped, and you giggled in shock, blinking up at him as you blushed hot for the hundredth time. “…the thought of me?” you squeaked.

Jake’s brows furrowed above his disbelieving eyes, smirking at you, “…you knew that…”

You shook your head, biting your lip as your stomach flipped.

Jake’s face fell a little bit, his own blush returning. “What?”

You squirmed under his gaze, chuckling shyly, “…What?”

He huffed an almost teasing laugh, “Darling, you have to have known I like you,” he insisted, smiling in disbelief.

Your whole abdomen erupted with butterflies, and you giggled nervously, “No! How could I have known that!”

He reached up to cup your face as he laughed gently, “You got in the shower with me! Why would you have done that if you didn’t know?”

You flushed hot at the reminder, and let your forehead fall into his shoulder, his arms looping around you fondly in reassurance as you chuckled into his skin. “Cause I- I like you, and I wanted…you,” you finished lamely.

His voice was cheeky and smug above you, “You like me?”

You smirked, sighing and mumbling, “Yes, Jacob,” against his shoulder.

He lowered his face beside your ear, practically purring, “…and you want me?”

You sucked on your bottom lip, nodding into the cavern of his neck, and he took your chin, lifting you out of your little hollow to look at you.

“What exactly do you want?” he pried, still smiling but the tone of his voice growing more serious. He held your shy gaze, and you squirmed nervously, “a lot of things.”

He leaned forward, hovering over your face and stealing your breath away. “Like what?”

You hesitated, and he closed the gap between you to kiss your lips sweetly. Your eyes closed, and as he slowly pulled away, he whispered, “You can have it, whatever you want. Just tell me.”

You snaked your arms around his neck and shoulders, holding him in close to ease your nerves as you gave him your answer against his lips, “I want to touch you… want you to touch me.”

He swallowed, and blew out a shaky breath, nodding subtly as he seemed to gather his remaining composure. “Do you wanna do that, in your room maybe?”

You blushed, nodding up at him as he pulled away gently, and he gave you an excited but reassuring smile. “Okay then. Let’s fool around,” he joked, making you giggle with bubbling excitement.

“Are we teenagers?” you teased, following him across the hall into your room, watching him pause by the bed.

He rubbed the back of his neck, and your eyes were drawn to the flex of his arm muscles, leading down his front to where the towel he’d wrapped around his waist hung threateningly loose.

You looked back up and realized he was eyeing you the same way, making you bite back a wanton sigh.

Jake glanced at the bed and back to you questioningly, his hands toying with the towel. Adorably nervous, he chuckled, “Um… should I- should I leave this on, or…?”

You giggled, flustered, “You can if you want to.”

He rolled his eyes playfully. “I’m asking if you want me naked on your bed.”

You brought your hand to your mouth, biting at your thumb to channel the rush of lust coursing through your body. “Yeah,” you confirmed, and he nodded quickly, careful in his movements as he unwrapped his hips, laying down on your bed as he dropped the towel to the floor. You stared as he settled in your mess of sheets, hair splayed out on your pillow, as he wrapped his hand over his erect cock.

He bit his lip and looked over at you, raising his eyebrows, and you followed his lead, walking over and loosening the tuck of your towel until it dropped around your feet. Jakes eyes raked over your body, and you swallowed a groan as he shifted his palm over his cock, eyeing you up. “You gonna join me?” he asked, voice husky.

You glanced at the limited space on your bed, softly asking, “Where should I…”

He let go of his erection, smoothing his hands over his thighs invitingly. “Wanna get on top of me?”

The rush of wet heat between your legs made your knees feel wobbly, and you couldn’t suppress a quiet whimper this time. Jake sighed, “yeah?” he licked his lips, “C’mere honey.”

You carefully brought a knee up beside him, crawling over him as you swung a leg over his hips, your chest close to his face. His cheeks were pink, lips shining with spit from licking them, and you hovered over him, not resting your hips just yet, unsure.

His eyes bore into yours intensely, and he grasped your waist, hands roaming up and down your sides soothingly, sweet and chaste. “This okay?” he murmured.

You nodded, adjusting the way you held yourself up so that your chest leaned down flush with his. Jake bit his lip hard, his eyes unfocusing for a second. Carefully, his hands came to grip your hips, fingertips digging into your ass. He ever so gently gave a little tug - not moving you, merely inviting you to - sweetly asking, “You wanna sit?”

Your eyes fluttered shut for a second, sighing quietly, and you mumbled, “Yeah, can I?”

Jake nodded up at you, smiling, easing your nerves. You lowered your hips, and felt him, hot and thick and hard, nestling into the wet heat of your folds.

Jake’s eyes fluttered, almost rolling back at the sensation, his hands flexing at your sides. “Oh sweet Jesus-“

You let out a flustered little giggle, feeling deliriously turned on at the feeling, rolling your hips over him slightly. Jake’s brows knit tightly, and he gave an absentminded little smirk as he subtly arched against you, helping in the wave like motion of your grinding.

“Fuck… Jake,” you shut your eyes, blushing as you teased him, “You’re so hard.”

He whined, and you opened your eyes, nearly blacking out with lust at the look on his face, so helplessly needy below you. His lips were parted, and his eyes trained on the gentle sway of your chest as you rocked against him. You bit your lip, glancing down and grabbing his hand from your side, and guiding it up to your chest.

Jake bucked into you, cupping and squeezing your boob, and it sent his head gliding over your clit just right. You moaned, and Jake’s jaw dropped open, catching on a rough sigh.

You were soaking him, and his cock started making obscene wet sounds as it drove through your folds. He kneaded your chest, bringing his other hand up to join, and you planted your hands on his chest as you sped up your hips.

“Baby-“ he cried out, wincing in pleasure, gritting his teeth as you came to a reluctant stop.

He panted, fluttering his eyes open to look at you, groaning softly the second they focused on the sight of you on top of him. “Fuck,” he breathed.

You reached up, smiling shyly as you brushed his hair back. “Did you… wanna stop?”

He shook his head, grinning up at you, eyes glazed over, “Fuck no.”

You giggled, teasingly wiggling your hips over him, and his hands shot to your waist, furiously trying to hold you still as he gasped.

Bashfully, he smiled, not quite meeting your eyes. “Don’t want this to be over yet,” he admitted.

“Oh,” you nodded, pleased with how much you affected him. “What should we do now, then?”

He took a breath, and then sighed out, “I really want to touch you… can I?”

Jakes face… he watched for your response with such an intense expression. Like if he looked away from you he’d die. And when you took a shaky breath and muttered, “Yeah, Jakey,”.

Jake let out another sigh, seemingly winded by the desire both in your voice and brewing inside him, and he held you firm as he rolled you both over to your sides, trapping you between the wall and him on your bed. You giggled softly from the tumble, shifting to get comfortable alongside his smiling face.

He glanced down once you’d settled, gently cupping the underside of your thigh and guiding your leg up to hitch around his waist. You felt deliriously exposed, your centre parted and spread open, centimetres from his cock.

He let his hand smooth up, around the curve of your ass, where his hand lingered and squeezed gently as he lifted his gaze to you through his damp lashes. “This okay?” He murmured sweetly.

The grip this boy had on your heart… you felt bulldozed by his beauty. The tip of his nose, the shape of his cheekbones, the lines of past joy faint in the corner of his eyes. How anybody can look so entirely perfect, you’d never know, but the living proof stood leaning over you, examining you with just as much loving wonder as you felt.

Drinking in every corner of your face as you gave him a little nod, his muscles shifted beneath your hand as he moved his arm between your bodies. His fingertips, tough and rugged, brushed featherlight at your inner thigh, his knuckles grazing the other leg. Your skin tingled, and your clit gave an aching twitch as the air between your mouths grew humid and shaky with both yours and Jakes nervous breaths.

Then, his middle finger pad made slick contact with your clit. His lips parted in shock, surprised perhaps that he’d really gotten this far, or surprised by the nearly embarrassing layer of wetness coating your cunt.

“Baby,” Jake choked out, his fingertip circling your hardened clit once, twice, hand shaking slightly. You stared up at him, brows knit and tilted up in the middle, your lips parted in a silent moan. His eyes darted back and forth between yours, “you’re so… wet…”

The first shaky sound whimpered past your lips, drawn out by his callused digits, and you wrapped your fingers around his wrist.

“Fuck,” Jake croaked, hungry. Growing confidence, his fingers flattened and pressed side by side and began slipping in loose circles.

You whined through your nose, sucking on your bottom lip through the electric sparks of pleasure and adrenaline. “Jake…” you mumbled, rolling slightly into his touch.

Jake nodded slowly, hypnotized, his eyes never leaving yours, “Gorgeous,” he whispered, breathless.

It clearly never occurred to either of you that you were equally as worked up as he was, and you felt yourself already tightening up as an orgasm simmered on the horizon. But you held off, feeling Jake’s fingers move lower, and he murmured a quick, “Can I?” waiting for your nod before sinking two callused fingers slow and deep inside.

“Uh- fuck,” you scratched at his arm, clenching around his fingers as they gently withdrew, curling against the perfect spot as they pulled out, pushing back inside slickly.

Jake swallowed hard, eyes locked on your face, tracing each twitch of your expression as his erection throbbed between your bodies. “You’re so fuckin tight, babe,” his voice broke weakly, and you whined at him, “Faster?”

His fingers started pumping steadily, and the heel of his hand caught your clit just right with each thrust. You groaned, arching against his hand. You held his wrist to your clit, practically humping his hand as his fingers sunk into you perfectly.

Gritting your teeth, you groaned, “Please keep going-!”

He nodded, eagerly watching you and not changing a thing, unravelling you embarrassingly quickly.

“You cumming?” he breathed, sounding wonderstruck, breathless and so enthusiastic, seamlessly picking up to the pace that you guided him to. With a long, broken whine of yes’s, you stuttered on his hand, inwardly singing his praises that he doubled down and kept fucking those perfect long fingers into you even when your body convulsed. He gradually slowed his hand as you came down, relaxing and twitching around his digits, panting and half-heartedly rolling into him, riding out the last little waves.

He never withdrew his fingers, even when you finally fluttered your eyes open at him, smiling wide and breathless. He swallowed hard, keeping his fingers buried in your heat, just barely curling them as he leaned forward to kiss you. After your orgasm, it felt even naughtier, just letting him soak his fingers in you as he kissed you with desperation.

You clenched around him, and he whimpered softly into your mouth, sinking his fingers impossibly deeper, making a wet suction noise when he pulled them out slowly.

Your whine made him suck a breath in against your lips, and your eyes fluttered open as he pulled away slightly, his fingers flying to his mouth in his desperation. His eyes burned into yours, lips enveloping his fingers and sucking your wetness from his skin, and his eyes ever so slightly rolled back under his drooped eyelids.

You hadn’t realized you were holding your breath until your lungs burned suddenly, forcing you to exhale heavily. As Jake’s eyes refocused on yours, you grabbed his wrist, shoving it down to his side and cupping his face with both hands, pulling him into a desperate kiss.

He moaned, low and long into your mouth, and you could feel the confidence boost your orgasm had given him, his kisses bolder and hungrier, along with the languid sweep of his tongue over your bottom lip.

His hand slipped up your side, smoothing over your curves and coming to rest just under the swell of your breast before he cupped it and kneaded gently at the flesh. He let out another sweet moan from the back of his throat, thumb swiping over your nipple, and your body jerked slightly at the jolt of pleasure. Jake’s lips stretched into a smile, his forehead leaning against yours as you panted against each other’s grins.

Eyes casted down shyly, you murmured his name.

“Yeah, baby?” he matched your soft tone, the pet name making you blush and grin girlishly.

“Um,” you bit your lip happily, running your hand down his neck and chest, “my turn now?”

Under your palm, his heart rate picked up, and he licked his lips, his breath shaky as he inhaled and gave you a little nod, “If- yeah, if you want to-“

You brushed your lips against his, your hand slipping lower between your bodies. “I want to if you want me to.”

He huffed a flustered little chuckle, rosy cheeked and gentle as he adorably rubbed the tip of his nose against yours. “I want anything you feel like doing to me.”

You answered with a wide crooked grin, leaning your forehead further against his and angling your chin down, wanting to see the mouth-watering thickness between his legs when you touched it. It lay against his thigh, full and flushed, the very tip of his head glistening with a bead of his own arousal. Jake looked down to watch as well, foreheads pressed tight together, maintaining the connection of your flushed faces as you brushed the back of your fingers down his soft tummy.

You shyly extended a single finger, tracing the pad of it down the length of him, heart pounding, hearing Jake suck in a sharp breath, squirming his hips a little at the teasing touch. His cock twitched, making you bite your lip, and you carefully picked him up, wrapping your fingers around his thick, warm shaft. He let out a shuddery sigh as you stroked him up and down once, twice, letting your wrist twist a little on the third pull. He bit his lip hard, failing to muffle a low moan, and his eyelashes fluttered in your peripheral vision.

Missing his beautiful, reactive face, you brushed a sweet kiss against his parted lips and pulled away just far enough to focus your eyes on his expression of tortured need.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, blinking at you sluggishly with the faintest little smirk tugging at his lips. “Feels good,” he rasped.

You raised your brows at him, a wordless yeah? He grinned lazily, brows furrowing suddenly when you swiped your thumb over his tip. “O-oh,” he stuttered, eyes closing as his lips parted, thrusting into your grip a little.

You watched in lustful awe as you both found a rhythm, his breaths coming heavier from his chest, desperately committing the glide of his skin over his solid shaft to memory. His pink head slipping through the opening of your fist, the ridge of his head against your palm, his thighs clenching beneath your hand with each pump.

Before you realized it, you breathed, “You’re so fuckin’ hot, Jake.”

He hissed through his teeth, bucking into your hand, his eyes fluttering open only halfway to peer at you through those long dark lashes. He shot you a shaky smirk. “You like this?” His flirty voice rumbled.

Sucking in your bottom lip, you nodded, twisting your fist over him. He groaned softly, reaching down to wrap his hand around your fist, taking control for a moment as he tightened your grip and sped up your hand. He stared into your eyes, his brows tipping up in the middle as his jaw fell open and a sinful moan poured out of his mouth. Gaze flicking between your eyes, he panted, “You’re hot, babe.” He groaned softly. “Fuck, your hand is so soft,” he chuckled breathlessly.

You smiled, and he subconsciously mirrored it, his pupils dilated wide and dark.

You couldn’t help your wandering mind, watching him squirm and pant under your touch, wanting to watch it from above him. You pondered for a moment, savoring the feeling of him in your fist before quietly prodding him.

“Jakey?”

He took a shaky breath, “What honey?” he searched your face as your hand slowed, his abdomen tensing in anxious anticipation, “Do you wanna stop? It’s okay-“

You shook your head, “No, I don’t wanna stop, I just… I wanna…”

He relaxed (well, as much as he could given your hand was still lazily jerking him), and he raised his brows at you patiently.

You blushed, tearing your eyes away from his inquisitive ones, “Do you wanna like…” you smirked shyly, your tone emphasizing the meaning behind your words, “keep going?”

His stunned face seemed to lag for a moment, but his cock gave an eager, strong twitch in your hand, giving him away. You squeezed it back, almost in response, and he jerked slightly, blinking quickly, quietly rasping, “What- uh, how do you mean?”

He knew, and you knew he knew, but you elaborated anyway just to watch his face.

“D’you wanna fuck me?”

Jake’s cock twitched again, more insistently, and it made you smile crookedly at him as he swallowed hard, carding his shaky fingers through your hair. “God, yes, honey, I do,” he breathed on a broken sigh. “How, uhh…” he trailed off, eyes nervously but eagerly searching the space around you, and you knew he trying to ask how you wanted him.

“Do you think, maybe…” you paused, eyes dipping down his body and trailing back up, “…I could ride you?”

It was worth it to bear the mild embarrassment of saying the words when his chest nearly heaved with the groan he let out, hips bucking helplessly into your loosened grip.

He nodded quickly, trying to gather his composure, “I-yeah, yes, I’d- I’d like that. If you want,” he rushed out.

You nodded, gently petting his cock once more then pulling your fingers away as you rose up on your elbow, gently rolling him onto his back.

He let out a low sigh of wonderment as you swung your leg over his hips, settling yourself quickly back into your previous position, and his jaw clenched when you wet him again through your opening.

You held him up against your clit with your hand, creating a tighter slip through your lips, and his neck arched, an almost pained sounding whimper choking out of him.

“You want it?” you murmured, mesmorized with his beauty beneath you. He stole your breath away as those deep, sparkling eyes focused on your own, muttering under his breath, “Please?”

Nodding swiftly, you lifted up on your knees a bit, holding eye contact as you centered his head at your entrance and slowly lowered down over his cock.

As he sank into you, his eyes rolled back into his head, eyelids fluttering closed and lips parting in a sinful whine. His hands gripped your hips tight, instinctively lifting his hips, rolling himself into you and meeting you halfway.

Fully sheathed inside, your hips wouldn’t cooperate and stay still like you intended. You immediately started a slow roll against him, using his smooth, soft chest to balance as the stretch of him inside gave way to the delicious pressure.

With both of you as wound up as you were, he certainly wasn’t complaining when your pace sped up into a steady bounce on top of him.

Blinking up at you through his pleasure-wracked expression, he bit his lip hard, watching you move for a moment before groaning softly, “Fuck, baby… y’know what?”

“Mm?” was all you could manage to squeak out, your nails digging into his chest.

Jake swallowed hard, moaning softly before finishing, “You look so fucking good sitting on my cock.”

You felt your body heat up from your cheeks to your core, responding to him with a tight clench of your walls around his shaft. He hissed, desperately sinking his fingers into the flesh of your hips. “Ah, fuck-“

“You look good underneath me,” you panted, smirking down at his tensed up face.

He gave you a weak smirk, sweaty brow furrowed in pleasure. “You feel so fucking good, I can’t-“ His jaw fell open with a sharp whine as you clenched tight around him again.

Leaning down over him, you rode him a little slower and deeper, making both of you groan softly.

“Can’t what, Jakey?” you murmured.

Bringing a hand up and threading it through your hair, he locked eyes with you. “Can’t believe we didn’t do this before.”

You blushed a little, smiling as you casted your eyes down, flustered even as you felt him plunging deep between your legs. “Probably cause you’re my best friend?”

He made you smile wider with his breathless, sexy little giggle, “You’re my best friend too… doesn’t mean I don’t think about it.”

“Dirty boy,” you playfully murmured, slowing down to an almost standstill over him. He took the opportunity to smack your ass, grinning up at you when you gasped. “You don’t know the half of it, baby. Keep fucking me, c’mon.”

With a playful but flustered giggle, you goaded him, “Say please.”

Shooting you the filthiest, fucked out smirk, he gave your ass another smack and positively moaned out, “Please, please fuck me, baby?”

Your brows knit tight, and you started circling your hips over him, sending him dragging over your sweet spot, drawing a cry from your chest.

He whimpered beneath you, watching your face contort with each thrust. His eyes trailed down your body to where you kept him buried inside you, the sight making his breath catch and his heart pound even faster. His cock glistened each time you lifted your hips, drenched with your wetness. He’d done that, he thought, you were that wet for him. Your whimpers and moans, combined with the visual, all on top of his feelings for you rising to the surface, he felt that familiar aching heat growing quickly.

“Getting close, babe,” he all but whimpered, jaw clenching as his hands shook around your hips.

Grinding your clit into his pubic bone with each bounce, you nodded fast and delirious, desperately whining as your pace faltered in your blind need. “Fuck yes, please, I wanna watch you cum Jakey… I wanna make your eyes roll back, I wanna feel how hot and wet it feels inside me, Jakey, please baby-“

With a deafening groan, his hands on your hips squeezed hard, slamming you down onto his cock harder and faster, his knees bending to plant his feet and fuck himself back into you. You cried out, face falling into the crook of his neck, sobbing out your pleasure into his shoulder and biting at it as your high built up closer and closer.

Jake whined and huffed by your ear, thighs shaking uncontrollably as he arched his neck, head pressing into the pillow. You squeezed and clenched around him, pleading pathetically, “I’m cumming, oh-! I’m cumming, don’t fucking stop, please please-“

He nodded his head rapidly, hips never ceasing as he brought one sweaty hand to your hair, tugging your head back and bringing your lips to his, kissing you fiercely as you panted and cried into his mouth. “All over my cock, c’mon baby.” His jaw clenched, and his hand migrated to your jaw, gripping it and gritting harshly against your lips, “Fucking cum for me!”

Lips melted and locked with yours in a searing kiss, you came, tight and quaking around his thick pumping cock, your contracting walls squeezing and milking Jake over the edge of his own orgasm. He groaned, broken and animalistic, furiously bucking into your sopping wet heat, slapping against your thighs as he fucked you both through the waves of pleasure.

You finally started to unclench and relax, Jake’s hips slowing into intermittent jerks as he twitched inside you. His chest heaved beneath you, matching yours, your whole body melting into his.

“Holy… fuck…” he panted under his breath, and you could hear his tired smile in his voice.

“Mmm,” you hummed your resounding agreement. You tucked your face into his neck and snaked your fingers up into his sweaty hair. His arms wrapped around you, one snuggling you into him from around your back, the other tightly wrapped around your waist, and carefully, he limply rolled you both onto your sides, where he lazily grasped and brought the blankets you’d shoved down back up over your waists.

He wordlessly drew you into his chest, nuzzling his cheek into yours, nose buried in your hair as you both slowly caught your breath. As you came back to earth, you felt safer than you’d ever felt, clutched so tight to his body.

Other than your slowing heartbeats and breaths, it was comfortably silent for quite some time. You were dreamily enjoying being held in Jake’s arms for the moment, focusing on the rhythmic breeze of his breaths tickling your hair and his fingers occasionally kneading and rubbing at your skin, almost as if in reminder of what had just happened.

And sure, there were things that should probably be said, but you were at peace with the unspoken feelings in the air for now.

Unspoken, that is, until Jake shyly, sleepily, and whisper-quietly, mumbled into your neck.

“Hey…”

“Mm?” you hummed in response.

“I fucking love you.”

You smiled, bright and giddy and completely and utterly in love with him. “I love you, too,” you breathed back, quiet and tender, feeling the movement of his cheek muscles as he beamed into your hair, nuzzling you sweetly.

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Friendly Sex - Chapter 13 - The End

The entire month of April, thirteen chapters, hundreds of drafts, scraps of paper, voice notes etc and now we're here at the end. I have said it before but I'll say it again, I never imagined this story would go anywhere, achieve anything, but you guys have this so rewarding. Every like, comment, reblog, message, taglist request has been precious to me and I cannot thank each and every one of you enough. This may be the end of Friendly Sex but I have so many other ideas which will be coming in the near future, more Eddie, more Billy, Hopper, Steve, Jonathon. So watch this space and let's fucking go! 💛

Chapter warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), oral sex references (m receiving), sex without a condom (reader is on the pill), references to drug abuse, references to sexual assault, references to underage drinking, references to smoking.

Initial smut written whilst listening to Fade Into You and Five String Serenade - Mazzy Star, ending written whilst listening to All Of The Girls You Loved Before - Taylor Swift. Friendly Sex playlist can be found linked in Masterlist

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You awake slowly, wrapped up and warm, Eddie’s fingers combing gently through your hair, taking extra care over your sore spot. He’s singing softly, ‘Gypsy’ again, you feel his chest rise and fall under your head, his heartbeat keeping tempo. The room is still dark, you can’t have been asleep for more than a couple of hours.

“‘Y know I actually think you quite like Fleetwood Mac.” You murmur croakily, squeezing him a little tighter.

“It’s just catchy is all.” He rumbles with a laugh, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“What time is it?” You yawn, tailing off in a slight noise of discomfort as you try to sit up, all your aches and pains making themselves known.

“A little after three.” He says sleepily. Now your eyes have adjusted you can see you’re both still fully dressed, your high heels pressing into your toes.

“You haven’t slept?” You ask, slipping shoes off which fall to the floor with a clunk, sighing in relief as you massage the balls of your feet.

“No, I said I'd watch you.” He mumbles, kicking off his sneakers as he catches on to your movements. You throw your skirt off somewhere, settling back down against the pillows, suitably comfortable in Eddie’s boxers and t-shirt. He takes off his pants, and tugs his own shirt over his head, before curling against you once more, his warm hands tracing up and down your sides.

“You should’ve slept, Eddie.” You reprimand softly, wrapping your arm around his neck, bringing him in close.

“I was worried ‘bout you, could have had a concussion.” His lips brush against your own as he talks, noses touching.

“Pretty sure you’re not supposed to let me sleep if I have a concussion.” You giggle gently.

“Probably, but I never said I was a doctor.” He laughs, thumb stroking along your cheekbone.

“Eds -”

“Mm?”

“- kiss me please?” Your voice is barely audible, fogged with exhaustion but you know he hears you as his breathing stutters.

The kiss is like dripping honey, delicate, slow, warm, it covers your lips and lies sweetly in your mouth; all you can feel and taste is Eddie. You sigh, pushing yourself closer, leg hooking over his hip, Eddie moans gently and it sends a shiver up your spine. He slips one hand under your shirt, fingers stroking the underside of your breast, his other hand kneading the flesh of your ass, practically pulling you on top of him.

"Fuck." You gasp breathily, head spinning with want.

"Is - is this ok baby?" He murmurs, hands continuously petting you. "I don't wanna rush you after-"

"-I swear to god Eddie if you stop." You say hotly, making a point to grind your hips down.

"Ok, not stopping." He agrees quickly, catching your lips again in a searing kiss. You feel like you can’t get close enough to him, pulling your t-shirt off, chest to chest, skin burning. Eddie sits up, so you’re straddling his lap, rocking against you, hips flush and grinding you can feel his hardness against your core.

“Eddie - want you -” You whine, fingers prying at the waistband of his boxers.

He gently rolls you onto your back, pushing his underwear down at lightning speed, yours following soon after, though not as successful, catching on your ankle making you both laugh.

You’re still giggling as your lips meet again, Eddies holds your face tenderly, your legs braced on either side of his waist.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says in wonderment.

“You’re not so bad yourself Munson.” You whisper like it’s a secret, noses nuzzling, lips brushing constantly.

You keen softly as his fingers swipe through your wetness, swirling it up to your clit, rubbing in small circles making your breath hitch.

“So wet for me princess.” He breathes out shakily, kissing down your throat, paying particular attention to soothe around the bruised bite mark, his hand lacing with yours in reassurance. Down and down, nipping at your breasts, trailing a path to your naval, more kisses to your hip bones, until there. Mouth at your dripping cunt, sucking ardently at your clit, his tongue lapping up your slick, two long digits slipping into your tightness pumping steadily.

“Eds…” You sigh, lost in the feeling, your free hand tangled in his mess of curls.

He keeps a firm hold on your hip, face pressed so tightly to you you’re surprised he can breathe. He crooks his fingers just right, you feel more of your slick trickle out, the tip of his tongue chasing it like nectar. Eddie works his fingers faster within you and you all but sob, tugging harder than intended at his hair.

He moans against you, the vibrations strumming through your clit, making your hips buck, taking his fingers deeper pushing you over the edge; the heat blooms low in your belly spreading warmth through your veins.

“Good girl.” Eddie groans, drawing his tongue across your spasming pussy, licking up every drop you can spare.

You’re trembling, chest heaving, skin covered in a light sheen of sweat as you take Eddie back into your arms, whining into his mouth.

“Such a good girl sweetheart.” He says again, rubbing the fat head of his cock over your drenched slit, the pressure on your sensitive clit sending shock after shock up your spine. “You ready for me baby?” He asks carefully, still treating you like you might break.

“Yes - please.” You whimper, gripping his shoulders, trying to rock your pelvis against his, desperate to feel all of him.

Eddie lets out a guttural moan as he pushes inside, head dropped into the crook of your neck, fingers bruising your hips as he tries to maintain composure.

“Fuck - you’re so - fucking tight princess. Feels - uh - so good.” He pants, little whines escaping his throat as he bottoms out.

“Eddie.” You cry out softly, as he starts to thrust. You bring your legs up around his waist, and he hugs you around your back, rutting deep and slow against you. You seek his lips in a messy kiss, too out of breath to stay for long, tongues chasing each other.

“Baby -” He huffs, moving into a sitting position, hauling you up into his lap, cradling you as he hits deeper and harder. The room feels like it’s on fire, flames licking at your skin, like you’re burning up gasping into each other’s mouths. It feels like Eddie is everywhere, one large hand sprawled over your back, the other tucked under your ass helping you to move against him.

You grasp the nape of his neck tightly, foreheads pressed together, the greyest hint of dawn creeps into the room and you can just about make out his eyes, burning for you.

“I love you.” You whisper, kissing him fiercely.

“Fuck - sweetheart - y - you can’t say shit like that like to me when I'm inside you, you’re gonna make me cum.” He strains out with a breathless laugh, thrusting quicker up into you, making you shudder in his hold.

“I - love you.” You squeak out, half giggling, half moaning.

“Ah - fuck - I love you too - but - not yet.” He stammers, teeth gritted, suddenly you’re on your back again and Eddie is fucking you relentlessly, thick fingers coming down to stroke your clit.

“Eds!” You gasp, head thrown back against the pillows, tits bouncing with the force of his movements.

“C’mon baby, cum for me.” He growls, nipping at your lip. “Wanna feel you cum - please baby - please.” He begs almost like a sob, and you feel your cunt tighten, your orgasm hitting you with a breath-taking fury, submerged in white hot heat.

“I’m gonna cum sweetheart - holy shit - I love you so much - fuck - fuck.” Eddie whines, voice constricted, his hips fuck into you with desperate deep thrusts that have you crying out, feeling his cock fill you to the very brim with cum.

Eddie holds you tenderly, thumbs stroking away your overwhelmed tears, you kiss him languidly, still joined, skin slick with sweat, heartbeats thundering.

“You ok?” He murmurs.

“Better than ok.” You sigh contentedly, pushing his hair back from his face.

“Shower?” Eddie asks sleepily, head already resting on your chest.

“Mm five more minutes.” You yawn.

“Five more minutes.” He agrees.

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A riotous snore jerks you out of your slumber, you stretch heavily groaning as your muscles protest, glaring at the offending culprit. Eddie is lying on his front, hair resembling a bird’s nest, snoring loudly, a trail of drool pooling by his open mouth; your glare quickly turns into a grin, fuck you’re in love.

“Eds.” You whisper softly, tickling your fingers up and down his bare back.

“Mumph?” He grunts.

“You want a coffee?” You ask quietly.

“'offee?” He repeats stupidly, you just shake your head, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

You pull on the shirt and boxers you wore last night, rubbing at your tired eyes you slouch into the bathroom, quickly brushing your teeth and taking some more Tylenol; your head still twinging slightly. You’re mid yawn when you step back out into the living area, barely paying attention to your surroundings until a gravelly voice makes you jump.

“Mornin’ little lady.” Wayne greets you from the sofa with a knowing smile on his weathered face.

“Oh - uh, morning Mr Munson.” You stammer, with a nervous smile, self-consciously tugging Eddie’s shirt down.

“There’s some fresh coffee in the pot.” He says, flipping to another page of his paper.

“Thanks.” You reply, grabbing two mugs from the draining board.

“Glad to see you two worked things out.” He mumbles softly, eyes still on the paper.

“Me too.” You grin sheepishly, adding a little creamer and sugar to each.

You hear Eddie’s door open, he shuffles out in just his boxers, looking adorably sleepy. He kisses your forehead, wrapping a bed-warm arm around your waist as he gratefully accepts his cup of coffee. You flush at his open display of affection, feeling awkward, Eddie just grins at you.

“Wayne.” He acknowledges his uncle with a croak.

“You kids got much planned for today?” Wayne asks, seemingly at ease with the entire situation.

“I gotta settle up for the gig last night.” Eddie says, adding a little more sugar to his coffee.

“I should probably speak to my dad.” You say slowly, biting your thumb. Your dad would be pissed there was no doubt in your mind, not only did you lie, and go out to a party while grounded, but you’d also have to address the back with Eddie situation; the prospect of which did not fill you with joy.

“I can come with you.” Eddie offers, hand rubbing soothingly at the small of your back.

“Somehow I don’t think that will help.” You sigh, pressing your forehead against his chest, he kisses the crown of your head and you melt slightly.

“Alright, well I’m heading out to Buck’s for a while, you two stay outta trouble.” Wayne says fondly, snagging his cigarettes with a wink as he strolls out of the trailer.

“Bye Mr Munson.” You call to his retreating back.

“Bye Mr Muns -ugh!.” Eddie mimics you in a simpering high pitched voice, which you abruptly cut off with an elbow to his stomach.

“What time are you meeting Chrissy?” You ask hopping up to sit on the counter, ignoring his continued mumbled complaints.

“11, I think…” He tails off scratching his head, still looking half asleep.

“You think?”

“It’s difficult to say sweetheart, I was somewhat distracted last night, but I do know it’s only 8am which means we’ve got a few hours to kill.” He purrs, stepping in between your legs, pulling your shirt up slightly, head disappearing underneath the worn fabric to place wet kisses to your breasts.

“Eds quit it.” You whine, the effect somewhat lost as you press your chest forward, chasing his tongue. He reappears, with a mischievous grin on his face, hair mussed up and pink cheeked.

“Do you really want me to stop, baby?” He asks teasingly, lips brushing yours, you answer by pulling the top over your head, chest fully on show much to his delight. Eddie returns to your tits immediately, teeth grazing over your peaked nipples, hands cupping the weight, rolling the flesh gently. You reach out, running your hand over the hard bulge in his boxers, causing him to groan against your skin, nipping at you. You tug the waistband down, grasping him, hot and heavy in your palm, pre-cum wetting the head allowing you to stroke him with ease.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” Eddie huffs out, abandoning your chest, kissing you hard. He yanks down your shorts, leaving you completely bare. You can feel your slick pooling on the cool countertop below you, squirming with need, Eddie wastes no time lining up his cock with your dripping cunt, surging forward without preamble. You throw your head back with a yelp, Eddie grabs your hips, dragging you closer to the edge of the surface, cock hammering deep.

“Eddie - fuck!” You shout, wetting your fingers with your spit, rubbing furiously at your clit.

“Oh holy shit - you’re so fucking hot.” Eddie whines, eyes focused on your actions, the wet slap of his balls against your pussy making you both delirious. You’re keening continuously, incapable of speech, Eddie brings two fingers up to your lips and you suck on them without a second thought, moaning as he fucks the digits into your mouth at the same tempo of his cock.

“That feel good, baby?” He coos, grinning when you nod mewling around him. “You look so fucking good princess, pussy stretched tight around my cock - you’re so fucking w-wet.” He sighs, pulling his fingers out of your gasping mouth to pinch at your nipples.

“I’m gonna cum.” You whimper, walls clamping rapidly around his hardness, taking him deeper.

“Yes - cum for me sweetheart, lemme feel you.” Eddie pants, his bruising grip on your hip sends you spiraling down a blackhole of pleasure, crying out so loud it almost hurts your ears.

"Oh fuck - yes - so fucking tight - I’m - fuck - fuck - wanna cum on those perfect tits.” Eddie growls pulling out of you quickly, cock spurting thick ropes of warm cum over your stomach and chest. The pulse point in his neck throbs rapidly as he gathers you up, sticky chests pressed together kissing you with an intensity that has you shivering.

“We should probably shower huh?” You ask breathlessly, nose wrinkling at your combined mess of fluids.

“Oh I'm not finished with you yet princess.” Eddie croons, fingers gliding down to tease lightly at your still swollen and sensitive clit.

“Y-you’re not?” You stutter shocked, hips lifting on instinct.

“Not by a long shot.” He grins devilishly.

True to his word Eddie was not done with you. You thought he was done with you in the shower but that led to you being eaten out against the tiles, before sucking him off under the hot stream of water. Then as you dried your hair Eddie decided to finger you bent over his amp. You’re both naked again, semi passed out on his mattress, blissfully sated and sore in all the best places. It’s only when you roll over to get more comfortable you see Eddie’s alarm clock tick to 10:46.

“Shit! Eds, it’s so late!” You shout, lurching up from the bed, staggering slightly against the head rush.

“Baby, calm down it’s only -” He twists lazily to look at the clock, eyes widening comically as he flies off the bed like a frightened cat. “SHIT! It was like 9 five minutes ago, I swear!”

You find your clothes from last night scattered haphazardly about the room, wincing as you slip your feet back into your high heels, the unforgiving cheap plastic biting at your already blistered toes.

“Do you have time to drop me home first?” You ask anxiously, whilst you weren’t keen on having it out with your dad, you also didn’t want to keep him waiting any longer, figuring it would only make it worse.

“Only if you tuck and roll out of the van, and I’m not overly keen on that idea sweetheart.” He says apologetically, spraying himself liberally with deodorant. “Look I’ll be super quick at Chrissy’s ten minutes tops, and then you can tuck and roll up your driveway ‘kay?”

You follow him out of the trailer on tottering heels, less a walk of shame, more a parade of depravity.

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You’re nervous on route to Chrissy’s, chewing at the regularly abused skin on your thumb, leg jiggling.

“Hey, you ok sweetheart?” Eddie asks, grabbing the hand you’re currently trying to maim.

“Yeah, just - what about Chance?” You say quietly, you don’t miss the way his body tenses up, grip on your hand tightening just slightly.

“What about him?” His voice is strained like he’s talking through gritted teeth.

“What if he’s told everyone about last night?” The thoughts had been running around your head since yesterday, there’s no way Jason’s cronies wouldn’t have tried to find out why he was beaten to a pulp.

“Easy - I’ll kick his ass. If he’s said a single goddamn thing about you, if he’s even breathed your name, I’ll kick his ass.” Eddie insists, perhaps changing the gear shift a little more aggressively than needed.

“Eds, I’m more concerned for your safety than my reputation.” You say warningly, looking at him with your bottom lip tucked under your teeth.

“It’ll be ok baby.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

You jostle in the seat as Eddie mounts the curb outside of Chrissy's house, it's picture perfect straight from a magazine, white picket fence and all.

"You coming?" Eddie asks, but before you can reply, Chrissy comes flying out, yanking open your passenger door and throwing her arms around you.

"Oh my god Y/n!" She cries and you freeze in shock. "Are you ok?" She asks, pretty eyes wide in concern, one delicate hand wrapped around your own.

"Um - yeah I'm fine Chrissy." You stammer, unbuckling your seat belt to join her on the sidewalk.

"I was so worried about you." She says earnestly, still holding your hand. "When I heard what happened."

"I just had too much to drink is all." You mumble, feeling awkward.

"You don't have to lie, I know." Chrissy says quietly, and you feel your stomach drop like a stone.

"How? Who told you?" You ask tremulously, looking anxiously at Eddie who had come to stand next to you, he shakes his head indicating he hadn't been the one to tell her.

"I did." Jason's sudden voice makes you jump as he makes his way down the lawn, to stand behind Chrissy. "I found Chance on the porch, running his mouth."

You feel sick, dropping Chrissy's hand to reach for Eddie instead, trying to tug him behind you, you feel a reassuring pressure on the small of your back.

"Hey, it's ok." Chrissy insists softly. "Jason tell them."

"There's no place in our team for someone like him, I've told him if he says anything I'll report him to the police and admissions office at Syracuse." Jason says seriously. "So far as everyone is concerned, Chance got high, climbed the porch roof and tried to backflip off it, unsuccessfully." He adds with a small smirk.

You go to speak but Eddie gets there first, arm wrapping firmly about your waist.

"Why? Why would you protect her? Protect me?"

"Don't get me wrong Munson, I still think you're a freak, and if I'd have known you'd been spending time with Chrissy sooner, I'd have put you in a similar state as Chance." He answers threateningly. "But like I said, I'm not friends with someone who takes advantage of girls. I've got a little sister, and Chrissy -" He looks at her with a softness you didn't think he was capable of, her answering smile bright and beautiful. "- that shit doesn't fly with me."

“Thank you Jason.” You say sincerely, nudging Eddie slightly in the ribs.

“Uh - yeah - thanks Carver.” He mumbles.

Ten minutes later you’re both clambering back into the van, Eddie with $100 in his back pocket, and you with the promise to go shopping sometime with Chrissy, a ‘girl’s day out’.

“Well that was -” Eddie starts.

“- good of him?”

“-weird.” He finishes with a huffed laugh.

You nod, with your own little laugh before falling silent again, the easy part of the day was over; now you had to face your dad.

“It’ll be ok sweetheart.” Eddie soothes, reading the expression on your face. “I’ll park up by Gareth’s, pass him his share of the profit.”

“Can you tell him I'm sorry? For the disruption and everything last night?” You ask quietly, feeling bad that you had gone back on your word to Gareth when you had promised to have it out with Eddie after the gig, not before and certainly not during.

“Princess, Gareth was all for coming to Loch Nora with me to get you, it seems like you’ve worked your charms on him too.” He winks impishly, you blush with a mumbled “Shut up.”

You exit the van on shaky legs, heart hammering against your ribcage, Eddie pulls you in for a tight hug and lingering kiss.

“Your dad loves you baby, just be honest, everything will be fine.” He whispers reassuringly. “I’ll be right here if you need me, I love you.”

“I love you too.” You sigh back, feeling him smile against your lips.

“Not gonna get tired of hearing you say that.”

“You might.” You say wryly.

“Never.” He breathes, kissing you deeply one more time.

You try to collect yourself as you walk down the block to your house, slipping your heels off, enjoying the cool pavement against your sore feet. ‘Deep breaths, be a big girl, apologize, Dad loves you - Eddie loves you’, you repeat like a mantra in your head.

The jangling of your keys in the door sounds overly loud to your ears, like you’re alerting the entire street to your presence, you drop your shoes and purse into a corner.

“Dad?” You call warily, no answer, mature Dad, you think to yourself. He’s sitting on the sofa in the den, arms crossed, focused resolutely on the TV. You sink down next to him, biting at your thumb, legs jiggling nervously. “Hi Dad.” You say softly.

He heaves a deep sigh, turning the TV off, running a hand over his tired face.

“Explain yourself young lady.” You flinch at his tone, your Dad never called you anything but sprout, kiddo and occasionally your name, you feel your mouth dry up whereas your palms are sweating profusely.

“I’m sorry Dad.” You mumble.

“I asked for an explanation, not an apology. I already know you weren’t at work last night. I called the store, and was going to drop in some food for you and Steve. Keith answered, and told me you weren’t on shift.” He says firmly. “Gotta say, I didn’t think I’d raised you to be a liar.” His words are like a gut punch, disappointment rolling off of him in waves, you bite your lip against the onslaught of tears.

“No, I wasn’t at work. I had Steve take me to a party at The Hideout, I wanted to speak to Eddie.” You see your dad stiffen at the mention of Eddie’s name but carry on regardless. “When I got there, I - I thought Eddie was seeing someone else, and got upset. I left with a group of girls to go to another party at Loch Nora.”

“Was Steve with you?” Your dad cuts in.

“No, I’d told him to go.” You mutter, your thumb bleeding openly again as you pick at it, hand bouncing on your restless leg.

“So you were in Loch Nora, and no one knew you were there?” He says harshly.

“Yes -” He huffs in exasperation, but nods for you to continue, you hear Eddie’s voice in your head ‘just be honest’ taking a steading breath before speaking again. “- I - uh had a lot to drink, and there was a boy from school - he offered me some drugs - and I took them.”

“What drugs?” He asks sharply.

“I - I'd rather not say.” You mumble, but balk at the look on his face. “Ketamine.” You say in a small voice, tears falling openly. Your dad appears to be lost for words, so you push forward, ripping off the proverbial band aid. “I didn’t know what it was Dad, I just wanted an escape. It made me feel sick so I went outside to get some fresh air - the boy - the boy who gave me the drugs he -.” You rub across your wet eyes with your sleeve, trying to keep your voice level, panic rising up as you recall what happened.

“He followed me and he - he tried to - t-take advantage of me, he hurt me -” You trail off with a sob, the bite on your neck seeming to sting as though freshly made. Your dad moves so quickly you jump, he gathers you into his broad arms, holding you tight enough that you think you hear your back pop. He’s crying too, you can feel it in the way his chest shakes, heavy hand stroking over your hair.

“E-Eddie saved me Dad.” You cry, face pressed into his soft sweater, finding comfort in the familiar scent of his aftershave and soap. “He got me out of there - he saved me.” You repeat again.

“Why didn’t you come home sprout?” Your dad asks brokenly, leaning back to hold your face in his hands, thumbs swiping at your tears.

“I couldn’t - I didn’t want you to see me like that.” You say sadly.

“I’m your dad kiddo, it’s my job to keep you safe.” His brows crumple and he’s crying openly in a way you’ve not seen since you ended up in the ER after your roller skate accident.

“I’m ok.” You whisper reassuringly, squeezing his hand.

“So with - Eddie, I take it you’ve patched things up?” He asks gruffly, sniffing loudly, trying to regain his composure.

“Yeah, and - I love him, Dad.” You say shakily, a small smile gracing your face. He stares at you then, a sad look on his face, not the devastation of a few moments ago, more wistful.

“Love huh?” He queries. “And does he feel the same way about you?” His gaze is firm once again.

“He does.” You reply adamantly, feeling sure.

Your dad heaves another deep sigh, eyeing you carefully, you can see the various cogs turning in his mind.

“Alright sprout, I think it’s fair to say that you were downright stupid. Your recklessness put you in danger and you could have gotten seriously hurt. I’m not going to pretend that I didn’t do shit as a teenager, smoked some weed, got drunk - but if I ever find out that you’re taking hard drugs again I’ll march straight down to the police station and leave you there, do I make myself clear?” He says strongly, and you believe him, nodding vigorously. “As for being grounded still, well, I think last night was punishment enough for you to show you what happens when you make bad decisions.” He says in a softer tone, his lips trying not to quirk up into a smile when your eyes brighten. “That doesn’t mean you can go off galivanting about with this boy of yours, Monday to Friday you’re home by 8pm unless you have work. Weekends - we’ll talk about it.”

You fling your arms around him, and he pats you clumsily on the back.

“I love you Dad.” You murmur.

“I love you too sprout.”

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It’s a balmy June evening when Eddie picks you up, eyes popping out of his skull at your pretty summer dress you had bought with Chrissy and Robin’s help earlier that day. Two weeks had passed since you had finally confessed your feelings to each other, in that time Eddie and Wayne had come over for dinner twice; your dad and Wayne getting along like a house on fire, organizing a fishing trip and Eddie had waxed lyrical about your Dad’s car earning him considerable Brownie points.

“Hey handsome.” You grin, pressing a kiss to his flushed cheek.

“You look -” He trails off blankly

“Beautiful? Stunning? Heavenly?” You supply fluttering your eyelashes.

“- utterly fuckable.” He growls, pulling you in for a proper kiss, pinching lightly at the exposed skin of your thigh.

“Eds, not in the driveway!” You chide him nervously with a laugh.

“Sorry - sorry, hands to myself until at a safe distance, but - Jesus, sweetheart you trying to kill me?” He huffs, sinking back into the driver’s seat.

“Always.” You tease, straightening out the hem of your dress to a more respectable length. “So… what’s the plan?” You ask excitedly.

“Well, as your boyfriend -” He puts heavy emphasis on the word, knowing how much it makes your heart jolt, smiling indulgently when it’s your turn to blush. “- I have been sorely lacking in my duties.”

“Duties?” You query, eyebrow arched inquisitively.

“A date. I have yet to take you, my beautiful utterly fuckable girlfriend, on a proper date.” Eddie purrs, bringing your hand up to kiss the back of it. “And where better to take you, than where it all began?” He sighs dramatically.

“Some random person’s garden?” You deadpan, to which he rolls his eyes.

“No, not the garden, and not the street either.” He smirks devilishly, expertly swinging the van into a parking spot. “The Diner!” He says proudly, gesturing towards the building in front of the windscreen. “Mostly because I can’t afford Enzo’s right now, but we can do that for your birthday or our anniversary or something. Do you like it?” He asks uncertainly.

“I love it.” You smile blissfully, leaning across the console to run your hand through his unruly curls. “I love you.”

“Understandable.” Eddie grins, kissing you deeply.

Seated in the red vinyl booth, you’re transported back to that first evening months ago, except this time you’re cuddled tight to Eddie’s side, both of you laughing raucously as he attempts to tie a cherry stem with his tongue almost choking in the process.

“Oh I bought you something.” Eddie says, still coughing slightly, patting down his jacket pockets; he produces a folded napkin passing it to you.

“Is this… the pact?” You ask slowly, not quite believing he had held onto it. You open it up, your lipstick still smeared in the top corner, the tissue marked with Eddie’s scribbled writing and both your initials.

“The very same.” He nods, sipping at his shake. “I figured it was kinda redundant now, and whether you would do the honours.” He smiles broadly, dimples puckering, holding out his trusty lighter.

“You want to burn it?” You laugh, doubting the diner would take too kindly to an open flame.

“A symbolic gesture, because you see sweetheart I want to make a new pact, you and me - forever - or until we get sick of each other, whatever comes first.” He shrugs pretending to be casual, but breaks into his trademark grin when you try to elbow him, dragging you impossibly close for a kiss. “So what do you say princess?” He murmurs against your lips.

“I think you should take me back to your van so we can reminisce about that night, Munson. Iron out the explicit details of this new pact you’re proposing” You whisper seductively.

He hauls you out of the booth before you can blink, leaving the diner in fits of giggles and hurried kisses, the napkin left forgotten in a milkshake glass.

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High (Lawrence/MC Fanfic)

an Idea I've been stewing in my head for a few weeks, finally written down!

Contains: Lawrence, AFAB MC (no gendered pronouns), drugs, drugged sex, handjob, vaginal sex, blowjob, breathplay, dubcon (Lawrence is high), Lawrence being a weirdo, over sensitivity, MC has seen the river.

Lawrence was a weird guy. You supposed you couldn’t judge because you were also rather weird, but you both made it work. You had similar experiences that brought you two together… like The River. That’s where you both had been trying to go tonight. Lawrence had mixed up a new blend of tea, and taken the first few sips like he always did.

You held a matching cup, waiting for his signal, the go ahead, that the tea would work. Instead, you watched his brow furrow, then he looked into the cup.

“Don’t drink it.” He finally said, setting it down. He had been shaking, groaning. Stripping off his clothes.

“Too much, these are too much… It’s all too much.” He had been mumbling, scratching at his skin. “Feels like bugs… Mud… Worms… Shower. I need to shower.” He dumped both the cups into the sink, letting whatever concoction he’d made wash down the drain before grabbing his shoulders.

Trying to stop him would make things worse, the only thing you could do was follow him there, holding his hand to try and keep him grounded as possible, running the water warm. At first you both had just stood under the running water, your hands on his chest, talking calmly and slowly to him. His expression got less panicked the longer he stared at you, but you couldn’t ignore how red his face began to get, his breathing getting slow and heavy.

“The water feels… really good.” You glanced down, giving a small squeak of embarrassment. He was already at half mast, rivulets of water crawling along his cock. You were transfixed as he reached down, beginning to stroke himself. Before he hissed in discomfort.

“Too much…” That explained things a little. The tea had made him extremely sensitive… So sensitive that just warm water hitting his body had gotten him hard.

“L-Let me help.” You said, reaching down, letting it rest in your palm. “I’ll go slow.” You assured him, feeling the weight of him in your hand for a few moments before wrapping your fingers around it.

Several moments, waiting for him to nod, then beginning to stroke him. Speeding up just a tad when he began to whine in need. He was leaning over you now, gripping your shoulders, his heavy panting filling your ears.

“...Need More… Need you…” Was your only warning before he spun you around, your hand flying from his cock to the tile wall to steady yourself, as he kicked your legs apart.

“Lawrence!” You shouted, though you were unsure why. It wasn’t like feeling him in your hand, listening to his moans hadn’t done anything for you. You were definitely wet enough now to take him, your toes curling against the wet tile floor for grip as he lined himself up.

If you’d been a bit impatient getting him used to just your hand stroking him, this was nothing compared. First he was rubbing against your folds, flinching back whenever it overwhelmed him. Then it was just the tip he was pushing in before he pulled himself back again.

Soon enough, it wasn’t just Lawrence who was whining with the need to be inside you. Your fingers were curling against the tile, your voice keening, though you held back from begging him. It wouldn’t do any good, you were too much for him right now, you’d need to bite your lip and be patient.

He was about halfway in now, and you had to hold yourself back from rolling your hips against him. Each shallow thrust just barely brushed against your most sensitive spots though.

“I’m going to go insane…” you thought to yourself, biting your tongue to stop yourself from crying out in frustration as yet again he just barely hit the spots you needed. Maybe, if you shifted your legs a little, you could get some much needed relief.

It only took you lifting one foot though for your own weight on the slick tile to shift, the soles of your feet skidding useless against the floor. You let out a yelp of shock as you began to fall.

Feeling Lawrence catch you and steady you by your hips. Your feet were flat on the ground now, and his cock was now firmly buried all the way inside. It felt like your stomach was in your throat with how quickly you had been filled, your thighs tensed as a downright filthy moan escaped your throat.

Lawrence’s face was buried in your shoulder now, you could feel his teeth sinking into your flesh, his hips stuttering backwards as he used your body to muffle his shout of pain. He didn’t pull out though, you could feel him throbbing inside you.

“L-Lawrence…?” You finally managed to get his name out, glancing back at him. Blood was trickling down your back, you could see it drip onto the shower floor and wash down the drain. The dull pain was throbbing in time to your needy walls, pulsing against his cock.

He finally released your flesh from his teeth, running his tongue over the new wound he’d made on your back. It was this gesture that finally sent you over the edge, filled to the brim, every nerve alight with pleasure and pain.

You expected him to cum too, he was so sensitive right now, and needy. He loved to cum at the same time as you though. However, before you could even come down from your high, he’d pulled out. You slid down onto your knees, your legs on fire from standing in such a strained position for so long. Both you and Lawrence held eye contact, you blinked water out of your eyes.

“The air.” Lawrence finally spoke. “It comes and goes from there…” He leaned down, one of his long fingers tracing your lips. His expression was unreadable, and he stood back up, using his hand on your chin to guide you upright.

“Haha… It’s so weird. I’m jealous of it… The air. I want to be there too…” The tip of his cock bumped against your lips now. For Lawrence, blowjobs were rare. He was often too embarrassed by the prospect of it unless you were so drunk or high you couldn’t even tell what he was doing.

You opened your mouth, ready to partake in a rare treat, feeling his wet skin slid against your tongue as he fully seated his cock down your throat. Closing your eyes, you began to bob your head up and down it, until you felt a hand on your head, pulling you back down to the base.

“I want… to invade every part of you.” Lawrence’s voice sounded far away, and you jerked back in shock as you shoved two fingers up your nose. “You have so many holes… Holes I can’t fit in. It’s not fair.” He was rambling, his ballsack resting against your chin as he cut off any source of oxygen you had.

Pulling back caused his grip on your hair to tighten, pulling you forward. You tried to snort, to dislodge his fingers, but this only made your gag reflex react, choking around his length. You could feel your face turning red, the roar of blood in your ears as he continued to speak.

“I want to peel you open… I want to be inside every part of you… That’s okay? Right? You’d let me do that? You’re so pretty. I want too- ah- ah…” The world was growing dark, his voice sounding quieter and quieter. You could dimly feel something warm hit the back of your throat as the room began to spin around you.

And then you were retching, gasping for breath, your hands on the floor as you took in breath after breath. Oxygen. Air. The sudden intake of air made you feel light headed, and giddy, not unlike how Lawrence’s teas could make you feel.

You looked up at him when you could, only to see him wavering on the spot. It was like watching a great oak tree topple, as he fell backwards against the wall, then crumpled to the floor. There was a loud thud as Lawrence’s head hit the wall, and you scrambled forward rushing to turn the water off.

Without the sound of pelting water, it was easier to press your ear to his chest. To hear him breathing, his heart beating, albeit quickly. Relief flooded you. He was alive. As alive as he could be. You never knew with Lawrence, sometimes he’d slip into the river without warning, leaving you alone with his empty shell.

You laid there on top of him for a while, listening to his shallow breathing, and the steady drip of residual water from the showerhead. There was something you could only say to Lawrence during times like these. He’d get too flustered, too jumpy and nervous if you said it while he was conscious.

“... I love you.”

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From Your Lips [They] Drew The Hallelujah

Ship: Halsin/Zevlor/Tav Rating: Explicit Tags: POV Zevlor, Porn without plot, porn with feelings, threesome (M/M/Other), Mating Cycles, Nesting & Denning, oral sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, breeding kink Summary:

With the world saved, Zevlor, Halsin and Misphi have found their way into domestic life. Until one morning, Zevlor awakes early to a horrible inevitability crashing back into him. The dreaded return of mating cycles. Particularly his.

Zevlor awoke from his slumber abruptly and stared at the wall across from him, hazy in the early beginnings of dawn. For a moment, he lay there, undisturbed and trying to figure out why he’d woken up early. Just as he’d started questioning if the sun had gotten in his eyes, it hits him, and he squeezes his eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed together. A pained whimper is shoved down his throat by a thick swallow as he curls tightly around himself. It’s as if he’s trapped in an ocean of discomfort, tossed violently between cramping in his lower stomach and pelvis and the straining need to pee. He tries to will his body up, to roll over and fall out of bed. Out of the puddle of sweat he’s currently stewing in, the sheets sticking to his skin and the pillow tossed somewhere by his feet. At some point in the night, Halsin must have rolled over and curled around Misphi as the solid warmth of his back pressed against Zevlor’s. The gentle, steady heat soothes one of the waves of pain crashing through his body, so he scooches back against it, seeking relief before suddenly realizing with horror what was happening.

Shame consumes him as he’s out of bed quickly, his shaking legs nearly collapsing on him. He darts down the hall to the bathroom, emptying his aching bladder to at least find some sort of relief. Shame continues to pulsate through him as he leans one arm on the wall over the toilet and moans in relief. Gods above, why did everything during this have to be pleasurable? Why can’t he just piss like a normal person instead of turning into a depraved incubus tied to an infernal contract by some perverse Devil? He squeezes his dick, giving it a little shake and scowling when it stays half-hard when he lets it go. With a ragged breath, he washes off his hands and looks at himself in the mirror. His hair is a mess; the braids Halsin had done yesterday caught around his horns and the rest stuck against his neck like he’d been caught in the rain. His treacherous tail curls upwards behind him, exposing his undercarriage, much to his chagrin. Sweat rolls down his skin as if he’s boiling alive – he feels like he’s boiling alive, trapped in Avernus once more. This is Avernus. This has always been Avernus to him. A shameful Hell he’d lock himself away in his room to endure until the fever passed him.

A pained gasp forces its way between his clenched teeth as he doubles over the sink, trying not to puke as his body cramps hard enough to make his head spin. He digs his claws into the porcelain, making a nasty screeching noise that he can at least focus on until the cramp fades and leaves him trembling against the floor. He barely pulls himself to his feet, stumbling into the shower Halsin and Misphi had worked tirelessly to install. One of Rolan’s inventions, apparently. He liked it. It was better than spending an hour in the bath, scrubbing his red skin until it was raw, as if hoping it would peel away and reveal a human or elven body underneath. He didn’t fixate on it for nearly as long when he wasn't left to stew in his own mind, not wanting to waste the water he’d poured for a ten-minute bath.

The water droplets roll down his shoulders and soak his already damp hair. It’s freezing, but he prefers it that way, letting it soothe the aching heat buried in his bones as he washes himself meticulously. He starts with his hair, then his shoulders, then his stomach, then his thighs, then his feet. All the while trying to ignore the disgusting, sticky mess between his legs. Slick mixed with precum (and maybe actual cum) smeared across his thighs. It was bad enough being a tiefling; the fact that his body put him through both a rut and heat just felt like an extra “Fuck You” from the Gods.

His needy dick jumps at his touch as he grazes his hands over it, and he huffs out a sigh. One hand wraps around the throbbing organ, pumping it quickly, trying to get this over with. He squeezes his eyes shut, feeling the cramping in his body subside as he gives himself over to what needs to be done. He’s fairly certain nothing could wake his two lovers, especially not his quiet moans coming from the bathroom, but just to be safe, he bites his lip and takes measured breaths until he feels his dick twitching. His hips buck involuntarily against his hand, and even though he feels horribly empty, keeping his other hand firmly against the wall as not to fall over and hit his head, he finds relief. Cum splatters against the shower wall and all over his hand, smelling faintly of sulphur to him. It’s easy to clean it up, watching it run down the drain as he obsessively washes his hands before shutting the shower off completely. He towels off, clenching his fists together to not bury his face in Halsin or Misphi’s towel, not able to grapple with the shame. Their scents will only make this worse. They’ll only cloud his mind and force him to wake them from their peaceful slumber just to take care of him. He doesn’t need that. He doesn’t want that. He wants them to sleep peacefully and go about their days tomorrow without acknowledging his existence in the nesting room. Acknowledging him would mean acknowledging his condition and breaking the fragile trust that the trio have established, no matter how much they try to coax him into believing they love him unconditionally. Love can always be broken. He can always be discarded. Elturel taught him as much. Neither needs to know about his twisted biology; not now, not ever.

His resolve carries him back to their bedroom, and he cuts a clear path through the room to the nesting room. The entrance to the small room is furthest from the door, and it curls around the corner of the bedroom, creating a low, hidden space that can easily be mistaken for part of the wall if need be. He knows there are blankets already stacked in there, waiting for him to make a den or for Misphi to make a nest. He can use them, bury himself inside them and hide away in the corner of the room. Maybe they won’t hear him. Maybe they’ll assume he went out early this morning. He’d go to another room in the house to do this, but part of his cycle-addled mind craves being near them – at least for a brief period, even if it will be as distantly as possible. If they’re nearby, he’s at least safe. No one can touch him, no one can see him. They will make sure of it. He’s safest here.

For a moment, he hovers in the doorway, staring at the two figures on the bed. Halsin has his back to him, eclipsing Misphi, but he can still see their tail curled over his hip, flattened against his back. Zevlor can feel that tail against his back, intertwined with his own, their cool skin pressed against his. Oh, how he wished he could curl up with them, press them to his skin and feel the burning inferno drain from his body. Even Halsin’s soft arms wrapped around him, firmly holding him to his chest as he shushes him quietly, would be enough. He could endure the burning heat of Halsin’s body if it meant he’d hold him but for a moment.

Zevlor bites his tongue, stealing himself with a trembling inhale. His legs shake as he sneaks around the bed, tail bobbing high in the air as he makes his way to the corner of the room where the nest room entrance lies. It comes up to his chest, low to the floor, letting him tuck himself away as if tucking into a cave in the Hells. It feels comforting, like wrapping himself in home, and for a moment, he feels home. He feels like a young man back in Elturel, enduring his cycle tucked away in the Hellrider barracks. He had felt safe there, knowing his superiors would guard him with a gentle understanding shared amongst tieflings. Commander Victorious had always been nothing short of a mother figure for the lower-ranking tieflings, especially during their cycles. Arranging blankets, coming in to check on them and ensuring they had something to sustain themselves, posting guards whom she trusted outside their doors, even offering to help those who needed it, free of judgement. He missed her. If only for the mournful sympathy behind her smile when he’d told her of his cycle and the way she’d held him in her arms, letting him cry until he had nothing left.

A sniffle escapes him, and Zevlor blinks back into his own mind, realizing he’d crawled into the pile of blankets in the centre of the nesting space without thinking and wrapped them around himself. He does his best to unfurl himself as cramps batter his already broken body, trembling hands sorting through denning and nesting blankets. The denning ones are slowly plastered to walls, carefully woven together and through various hooks until he’s created a soft, insulated space. One he’s particularly proud of is the sudden urge to show Misphi and Halsin coursing through his body, almost forcing him out of the nesting room until he catches himself. With a light reprimand, he makes a sloppy nest in the corner for himself and curls up as far away from the entrance as possible. Thanks to how the nesting room curves, he knows anyone who pokes their head in will have to crane their neck to spot him here. Meaning if a dazed Halsin or Misphi comes to investigate the laboured breathing, they’ll find nothing. They’ll go right back to sleep and leave him where he belongs.

Zevlor hates it.

Even as he curls around the blankets, pulling them closer to his skin and clutching his tail in trembling hands, he loathes his isolation. Every fibre in his being wants to scream out and sob and frantically beg for them to wake up. Pain sears through him, making his legs ache, and his arms feel weak. He feels queasy and dizzy, even as he lies on his side, the pain overwhelming his mind. His claws dig into his forearms as he curls closer around himself, begging the universe to let this be the last of him. Give him the most undignified death; claim his soul here and now. Helm, please, show your mercy one last time and wretch him from his body! Bury him in his shame as sobs wrack his trembling body, his dick weakly pulsing against his stomach, begging for attention, while his slick hole clenches around nothing. Let not just shame bury him, but the crumbling earth reclaim his body. Let his body feed the worms and flowers. Let him return beauty to this world rather than continue to suffer through his cursed existence.

Much to his chagrin, the universe decides an ego death is far more fitting for his wretched existence. He feels calloused fingers brush his damp hair from his face with the utmost care, pulling a sob from his lips. “Zevlor?” a soft baritone voice whispers in the haze of the universe.

His trembling body curls in on itself further, trying to escape Halsin’s gaze. Stuttering breathes, attempt to quell his sobs as if that will help now – as if he ceases, Halsin will just go back to bed and leave him be. He had already forced him to climb into the nesting room, sleep probably still clouding his mind as he checked on him. Even still, his desperate body demands him to clutch Halsin’s wrist and beg for his company. Beg for him to curl up around him and fall back asleep here, with him clutched protectively in his arms. Shame courses through his veins, burning his skin further as he can do little but sob his embarrassment.

“Go away!” Zevlor barks with far more bite than he had attended.

“You poor thing,” Halsin sighs, smoothing his hands down Zevlor’s arms as if trying to distract him from the pain. It works – he hates how much it works and how much it speaks of simpler nights when Halsin would smooth his hands down his thighs as he straddled his lap. “I’m not going to leave you like this, I promise. I couldn’t possibly do that to you. You’re in pain; it’s okay to ask for help. This isn’t your fault.”

Zevlor chokes on a sob, continuing to weep against the blankets. Halsin strokes his back for a moment, waiting for a verbal response yet receiving none. Zevlor doesn’t have the strength left to respond, and even if he did, he wouldn’t have a clue what to say.

Realizing he won’t receive a verbal acknowledgment, Halsin continues: “I am going to go get you some water. I don’t know how long you’ve been here, but you must be dehydrated. Though, I hate to leave your den; you’ve done a wonderful job, and it makes me dread the thought of my departure, even though I know I am to return.”

Zevlor’s heart swells in his chest as Halsin kisses his forehead. A clumsy kiss of appreciation is pressed hastily to Halsin’s lips before he can pull away, and Halsin smiles against his mouth. Zevlor finally allows himself to look at the other man, taking in the caring, patient look permanently etched into his face and the way the crow's feet by his eyes scrunch together as he smiles down at him. Never has Halsin looked so endearing to him, patience seemingly etched into his very soul. He wants to reach out and pull him into the nest, to not let him go, to get up and follow after him when he leaves. He tries to do just that, forcing himself to sit up only for Halsin to shush him and coax him back down.

“I will be right back, I promise. Stay right here for me,” Halsin soothes him as if he knows that his absurd submission is uncharacteristic of a Tiefling’s rut. Another reason not to wake Misphi; they would know the moment they smelt him – let alone saw him – that something was different. That he was different.

Shame returns tenfold to Zevlor’s chest as Halsin slips out of the nesting room, leaving him alone once more. He can’t even bring himself to cry anymore, simply staring at the wall blankly. There’s nothing left in him to give as pain wracks his body, cramps returning with a vengeance to clench his guts and force him to stiffen in pain. He can’t even writhe without making it hurt more. In the darkness, all he can do is pray Halsin hurries. Whispering feverish prayers to the universe that he might find it in himself to curl up with Zevlor and soothe his aching body with just the whisper of his voice. Maybe he’ll be able to fall asleep again and sleep through all of this. Not that has ever worked… but it wasn’t as if he ever had a partner he felt comfortable enough around to ask. It might work. He might just be able to sleep through this horrid cycle.

A hushed conversation tears through his peaceful silence as he hears Halsin return to the bedroom. In his desperation for stimuli, he latches onto it, straining to hear everything he can.

“Halsin?” Misphi squeaks, sounding pained.

“Good morning, my heart, how are you feeling? I didn’t mean to wake you; you were supposed to sleep for at least a little longer,” Halsin whispers, the click of a glass being set down on the nightstand echoing in Zevlor’s ears.

“I couldn’t – it’s too much –“ Zevlor curls in on himself, guilt creeping into his bones. Of course. He hadn’t even thought of how his scent might wake them once it slathered itself across the room – “How’s he doing? Is he – can I -?”

“I’m sure he would revel in your company. He’s in the nesting room, where you should be too,” Halsin murmurs and Zevlor can picture him gesturing to the room. He’s torn between forcing himself up and exposing his belly in defeat and leaving it tightly shut, preserving the last of their trust.

“You know I can’t do that. Invading his den without being welcomed will only upset him,” Misphi sighs, their voice dripping with sorrow. Zevlor can practically taste how much they wish to join him, and a pang of guilt hammers through his heart.

“Well, I did to check on him, and he practically begged me to stay,” Halsin argues, much to Zevlor’s relief. Maybe he wouldn’t have to force himself up after all. Maybe he could just lay right here and pretend he can’t hear them. “Come on, you should be in there. We both should be. This is Zevlor we’re talking about; he’s not known for asking for what he needs.”

Misphi goes silent for a moment, and Zevlor hears shuffling in the room. His heart pounds in his chest, unsure what will happen. Will they just barge in? Will they go back to bed? Will they leave him here to suffer alone, like he so regretfully deserves? The bed creaks and Zevlor is certain that, somehow, they’ve convinced Halsin to go back to bed, and that is that. It’s okay. He… It’s better this way.

“Misphi –“ Halsin says softly, like a content sigh, in the same tone he uses after someone kisses him. He repeats himself a moment later, a little more forcefully – “Misphi! Breathe, breathe. I’ll gladly do this, but not here. What if we asked? I want to take you in your nest, where I know you’ll feel safe, for as many times as you require.”

“Gods, yes, that,” Misphi moans, and the bed creaks again.

Zevlor startles suddenly. He doesn’t need the sharp inhale to confirm his deduction. Oh, how foolish he had been to think that he was suffering alone. It was no secret amongst tieflings that cycles tended to trigger other cycles, especially between mates. He should have realized that his cycle would trigger Misphi’s heat, reawakening baser biology that had remained hidden since before Avernus. Now that they were out of danger, now that the Absolute had been defeated, it had only been a matter of time. Yet, he’d foolishly assumed that the Gods would grace them to go into heat when he was more present of mind when he could take care of them properly, instead of dealing with his own addled brain.

A knock on the wall startles him from his thoughts, followed swiftly by their melodic voice: “Zevlor? May we come in?”

“Yes,” he rasps, struggling to disentangle himself, desperate to meet them at the entrance. His determination to take care of them overrode all logical thought, allowing him to forget about his unfortunate situation, but for a moment.

He manages to meet them, sitting up partially, leaning against his hand as they tuck themselves inside (Halsin following Misphi in with a pitcher of water and three glasses for the shelf tucked into the wall of the nest). Misphi looks positively ragged, chest heaving, devoid of sleep clothes, blue skin flushed and hair even wilder than usual. Their tail curled upwards behind them is all he needs to confirm his suspicions.

“I should have checked on you,” Zevlor apologizes, flattening his ears.

“No, none of that,” Misphi scolds him, cupping his face with both their hands. “You did everything right. You built a lovely den and waited for me. That’s all you needed to do.”

He can’t bring himself to look at them, ears still downturned. “But I – I’m not even – I’m a…” Zevlor trails off, head hanging low to avoid finishing his sentence. Maybe if he didn’t say it, they wouldn’t notice?

“I know,” Misphi whispers, kissing his forehead. “I think I’ve always known, in some way. Your scent has always been a little sweeter than most tiefling men. I know why you didn’t tell me; it can’t be easy to start that conversation for even the most confident of our people. And you have never been known for confidence in respect to yourself.”

“I’m sorry,” he still insists as Halsin furrows his brow slightly.

“There is no need to apologize, my love,” Misphi soothes him, kissing his lips gently. “I love you, regardless of how your cycle presents. It just means we’re going to tire poor Halsin out faster.”

Zevlor manages a weak smile at the joke, and Misphi takes it in stride. With one last kiss, they pull away and turn to Halsin. He hands Zevlor a glass of water that he gratefully accepts as Misphi explains the situation.

“Most tieflings go through a heat or a rut, depending on their sex. However, some have been known to go through both, especially those closer to their demonic heritage. Zevlor is one such case. He needs a little extra love, that’s all,” Misphi explains calmly, despite their hands trembling, caught in the throughs of pre-heat.

“Oh,” Halsin mouths, blush and a mischievous grin creeping across his face. “No wonder… thank you for telling me.”

“I am sorry I didn’t say so myself. I was worried the two of you would distrust me if I suddenly disclosed I had been… omitting a detail about myself all this time,” Zevlor apologizes weakly, curling his knees to his chest as another cramp wracks his body.

Halsin takes the empty glass from him and sets it on the nearby shelf, tutting softly. “Do not apologize. We all have secrets we wish to keep. Just allow us to help you; it pains me to see you trembling in pain.”

Zevlor furrows his brow together, having expected the worst and rendered himself holy unprepared for this outcome. As if reading his mind, Misphi bundles him in their arms, coaxing him out of the corner and into Halsin’s. Halsin wraps him up tightly, hands wrapped around his hips with his face buried in the crook of his neck. He feels the comforting rise and fall of Halsin’s chest against his back. Slowly, Zevlor feels Halsin’s hands leave his hips and drift lower, giving him plenty of time to push him away. Instead, he keens, arching into his touch when his calloused hands brush against his dripping prick. A deep chuckle rumbles against his back as Misphi looks up from where they were carefully arranging blankets. Obsidian eyes watch as Halsin pumps his needy dick, Zevlor’s hips bucking forwards until Halsin pins him back with one finger crooked inside his dripping hole. He squirms and whines, melting against Halsin as he works him to a cross-eyed climax.

“Feel better?” Halsin hums against his neck, nipping at his skin.

“I don’t deserve you,” Zevlor sighs, leaning fully against him.

“Enough of that. You deserve everything I give you. Whether it is my kisses or the bruises, I leave behind your hips as I fuck you like a bitch in heat until my cum is dripping down your thighs,” Halsin growls in his ear, pushing another finger into his slick hole.

Zevlor whines and rocks his hips against Halsin’s hand, feeling the other man chuckle behind him.

“I can’t be sure, but I think he just said ‘yes, please,’” Misphi purrs, kneeling in front of Zevlor. They ghost their claws up his stomach, rolling his demonic ridges between their fingers.

“Oh? Can you say it a little louder then? If you ask nicely, I might even let you breed Misphi. Wouldn’t you like that? To see them grow plump with your cubs… I bet you can smell it, too; how much they want you to press them into their nest and fuck them. I can smell their slick thighs from here, begging you to take them. All you have to do is ask,” Halsin encourages him, crooking his fingers inside him and pressing against Zevlor’s prostate. Zevlor groans, arching against his hand – somehow, Halsin never fails to find it on the first try. He toys with it, fucking his fingers against it as Zevlor lurches closer and closer to climax, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Just say please a little louder, Zevlor. Tell us what you want us to do. Beg us to make you ours,” Misphi croons, wrapping their hand around his tail and pumping it loosely.

That’s enough to force him to hit his breaking point. Damn them for knowing him too well – for being able to find a way around his inability to put himself first. Putting himself first never sounded so damn good in his entire life. “Please! Fuck – oh Hells – Fuck me, please, please! I can’t – I’m going to cum; I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Zevlor begs, whining and sobbing as he grinds against Halsin’s fingers.

“That’s it, such a good boy,” Halsin purrs, pulling his fingers from him, leaving him desperately clenching on air. Climax slips from him immediately, and he screws his eyes shut with a whimper. He had been so close. “Ssh… don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. You just have to help me because Misphi looks like they’re hanging on by a thread. Don’t you want to be a good mate and help them? Don’t they deserve to feel good?”

Halsin's words spur him forward, out of his lap, to inspect the nest Misphi had carefully constructed around them. He tugs lightly at blankets, fluffs pillows and rubs his face against the strong, woven blanket walls. His internal demon purrs contently, turning toward Misphi, who’s watching him with nervous tension, fingers knitted together. He pounces on them, pushing them down to the nest, interlocking his tail with theirs to pull it out of the way. They squeal with delight as he pins their legs to their chest, marvelling at the way his flaming eyes reflect in the slick pooled between their thighs. A possessive growl escapes him as he captures their lips in a fiery kiss, testing the head of his prick lightly against them.

When he slips in easily, hearing them moan against his lips, he starts to sloppily thrust, rubbing their clit with his free hand (supporting his weight with the other one). He bends down to his elbow, bowing over them and letting the ridges on his crotch and chest provide extra friction to their clitoris and nipples, pinning them together. They moan his name, claws digging into his back to pull him closer. Their tail tenses around his, gently wriggling, stimulating the underside and prompting him to do the same, washing them both in waves of pleasure. He feels them clench around him, cumming as they pull him closer, still to sink their teeth into his neck. He groans, hips stuttering before pushing flush with theirs, pumping them with thick spurts of cum. They milk his dick as if trying to take his very soul; he’d gladly hand it over to them if they’d ask.

Zevlor moves to roll off of them afterwards, yet they hold him firm, legs wrapped around his hips and hands tangled in his hair. So he concedes, nuzzling their neck and revelling in the feeling of lazily rolling his hips against theirs, his semi-hard prick sliding through their slick core. Zevlor can imagine no better place than here, and by the way Misphi is purring; they can’t either. He purrs loud enough to match them, grinding his ridges against their clit. They tighten their legs around his hips, grinding against him until they spasm around his semi-hard dick and melt with a sigh. He purrs contently, rolling to the side yet keeping them closer to him, satisfied he can bring his mate such pleasure. Neither even realizes Halsin’s missing until their heads clear for a brief respite, allowing them to look around the nest. It’s been pulled apart by the rough slam of Zevlor’s hips sliding Misphi across the blankets, so they tuck in the displaced ones as they share a look of confusion.

Misphi’s just about to call out for Halsin when his head pokes back into the nesting area with a delicious aroma that makes Zevlor’s stomach flip-flop a little. “Ah, so you are done. I made breakfast – we’ll need our strength, and I figured it would be rude to make it solely for myself.”

“Halsin, do you want your dick sucked?” Misphi asks bluntly, making him nearly drop the omelette he was passing to them.

“Pardon?” he coughs, flustering despite his numerous sexual escapades with the two of them.

“You made me an omelette, and I really, really want to feel your cum drip down my chin as you tangle your hands in my hair, pulling me flush with your hips,” Misphi continues, cunt squeezing around Zevlor’s prick, drawing a whimper out of the other man.

“Eat your breakfast first. Then we will see about fulfilling all your wildest dreams, dear one,” Halsin chuckles, passing Zevlor his omelette before climbing inside the nesting room. “Perhaps, with Zevlor willing, we can stretch your pretty little cunt out to accommodate us both. I bet you would look amazing with both of our dicks buried inside of you, filling your greedy cunt with our seed.”

Zevlor nearly choked on his omelette as he scarfed it down. The plate was quickly tossed outside the nest by Halsin, who leant over the edge in order to do so. Drool slicked Zevlor’s chin as he watched the other man bend over to carefully set the plates out of harm’s way. In a swift, fluid move, the two of them moved on him, Misphi laying between Zevlor’s legs on their back, lips wrapped around the head of his dick, and Zevlor knelt behind Halsin, rutting his hips against his rear, finding it slick and prepared. He thrust in quickly, pulling a baritone moan from Halsin as his pace quickly became feverish and needy.

“Oak father, preserve me,” Halsin groans, leaning against his forearms. His hips rut forward into Misphi's mouth as Zevlor digs his claws into his hips to keep him in place.

“Mine, mine, all mine,” Zevlor growled behind him, chasing after the burning fire coiling around his groin.

“Yes, all yours – oh Gods,” Halsin groans, whimpering after a particularly rough thrust.

Zevlor takes careful note of his reaction, repeating the thrust and watching Halsin jerk in his hands. Grinning proudly, he repeats the motion over and over again, striking Halsin’s prostate as he watches the other man dissolve into a puddle on the floor. He knows he won’t last long and continues to abuse his prostate because of it, watching him become undone as he nips and bites at his neck. Halsin’s panting hard, mouth hanging wide open as he desperately grinds against Misphi’s mouth. Zevlor can feel them grab his tail with their own and press it against their dripping core. He rolls it carefully and pushes it inside, thrusting it in and out, feeling Halsin jerk at the moan reverberating around his dick. Pride swells in him as he listens to his pleased partners. Even if he feels horribly empty. He’ll survive – he can fuck Halsin, and then maybe Halsin will return the favour.

As if Misphi can sense his need, their tail presses against his dripping hole. He gasps as it presses inside him, fucking him the same way he’s fucking them. He spasms and twitches, hips pulling flush with Halsin’s in short, feverish thrusts that press against his prostate. Halsin comes with a shout as Zevlor pumps him full of his cum, rutting his hips desperately against it, trying to push his release back inside him as he feels his cum drip down their thighs. He moves to pull his tail away from Misphi, only for them to hold it in place with two hands, grinding themself against it. He can feel them spasm around his tail, walls fluttering, so close to climax.

Quickly, he shifts off of Halsin and mounts them, replacing his tail with his dick. They grasp his shoulders tightly, pulling him closer as he ruts into them, feeling the dried cum on their thighs. His damp tail rubs against their clit, letting them buck against it as he pumps into them. He cums much quicker as they milk him for all he’s worth, groaning as he buries his face in their neck. They pant heavily underneath him, coming down from their own release.

As they rest, Halsin makes his way back into the nesting room and lifts them up, slipping behind Misphi. He lets them rest their head against his chest as he hooks their legs over his thighs. Slowly he moves his thighs apart, shushing them when they mewl and spreading them open for Zevlor. A feral growl escapes him – one that he definitely won’t be proud of when he regains control of himself – and buries his face between their legs. His dick twitches to life, seemingly unsatisfied, as they moan and whimper, unable to grind their hips against his face as Halsin keeps them still.

“Look at him, dear heart. Tail arched for you, worshipping you at your altar. The picture of a devoted paladin,” Halsin purrs, making Zevlor’s dick twitch back to attention. He’s tracing his lips along Misphi’s neck, toying with their nipples. “What do you say? Do you think he deserves to have you again? Do you think he deserves to share you?”

“Gods – yes - fuck,” Misphi pleads, their usual eloquence leaving them.

“You heard our love, Zevlor. Don’t want to disappoint them now, do we?” Halsin says, pulling Zevlor from between Misphi’s legs with his thumb and forefinger guiding his chin.

Looking up at him, Zevlor sees how wrecked Halsin is. His pupils are blown, his hair is a mess, and there’s a starving look in his eyes as if he wants to devour him whole. Zevlor would let him in a heartbeat, revelling in the pain each time his teeth sank into his skin. He obediently gets to his knees before Misphi, marvelling at their slick and cum drenched hole. He has always hated this part, the one where his refractory period vanished, and the only thing that clouded his mind was the need to breed until he passed out. Yet, right now, he revelled in it. Taking Halsin’s thick cock in his hand, coaxing it back to hardness thanks to the druid’s insane refractory period, Zevlor pushes the tip inside of Misphi. They gasp and mewl in Halsin’s arms, sinking themself as low as Halsin will allow them. Then, Zevlor curiously pushes the head of his cock against Misphi’s tightness, amazed when it slowly sinks into them.

“Hells, how are you – oh, Helm, you feel so good,” Zevlor whimpers, resting his forehead against Misphi’s as he slowly sinks into them. He feels their tail wind behind him, pressing against his dripping hole again, and he lets it enter him, going cross-eyed.

Halsin holds Misphi steady as Zevlor fucks into them, thrusting his own hips up from underneath them. Their dicks rub against each other, adding to the wet sensation of cum and slick sloppily sloshing out of Misphi as they fuck into her. Zevlor manages to lift his head from Misphi, letting Halsin pull him into an open-mouthed kiss, neither claiming dominance over the other as Misphi pulls them closer, one arm around Halsin’s shoulders, the other digging claws into Zevlor’s tail to drag him forward. Zevlor rubs their clit, rutting his hips against their pelvis with each thrust to add to the stimulation. They gasp and writhe between them, cumming hard around them, yet refusing to let the two of them go. They fuck Misphi through their overstimulation, chasing after their own climaxes as Misphi clenches down around their dicks, desperately milking them. When they finally cum, Zevlor can feel Misphi teetering on the edge again, rubbing their clit desperately for them to bring them to completion as well.

Misphi bats his hand away, pushing him down to his back and straddling his face. His hands grasp their thighs as he wraps his lips around their vulva greedily. His nose is buried in their musty, scratchy hair, and he can’t recall anywhere he’d rather be. This is his home, between their thighs, feeling them clench and pulse around his fingers as they grip his horns, ridding his face. He’s distantly aware of Halsin in the corner, panting hard to recover from the shockwaves of climax as Zevlor tastes their releases on his tongue. He swallows greedily, letting cum and slick dribble down his chin as his hips buck into the air. Misphi’s back arches, rolling their hips against his face, yet they continue to hold him against their crotch, grinding against him as if they intend to break his jaw. He’d gladly let them, trapped between their thighs. Damn being tied to a bed, he’d gladly stay still for them under the promise of tasting them release over and over again.

His bliss is broken by the cord in his gut snapping, the cramping returning with a vengeance when his body realizes he’s neglecting himself. His hips buck into the air, chasing any sort of release as Misphi continues to grind against his face, keeping him firmly in place. Tears well up in the corners of his eyes as he desperately tries to fight his own urges to stay between their legs for just a little longer. They taste so sweet on his tongue, a sweetness he's not yet ready to be pulled away from yet. He swallows them down, hollowing his cheeks and trying to focus on the scoops of his forked tongue – anything to make the pain stop. Yet it continues to pulse through his body until he’s almost sobbing. Only then does he pull away long enough to plead with Misphi.

“More, need more – please, oh Helm, please, I need more,” Zevlor begs, tears welled in his eyes as he ruts uselessly into the air. His hole clenches on air as he desperately tries to find release. He can feel the cramping coil in his gut again, starting to make his bones ache as he squeezes his eyes together.

“Oh, you poor sweet thing, I’m sorry,” Misphi murmurs, mind hazy with release as they run their fingers through his hair. “I didn’t – it’s probably worse for you, isn’t it? I didn’t even remember… Sssh, Zev’, it’s okay sweetheart; take a deep breath for me –“ he does as he’s told, letting his breath wobble in his lungs – “There, in and out, that’s it. I’m so sorry, honey.”

He whimpers as they kiss down his chest, moving to straddle his hips instead. He wants to pull them back up to his face, wants to taste them on his tongue again, yet a debauched noise betrays him, ripping from his chest the moment they rub their wet cunt against his dick. He arches off the nest as they sink down on his neglected dick, rolling their hips as they rub their clit, staring down at him like a radiant god. He sees them eclipsed a moment later, Halsin’s shadow looming behind them as he buries his face in their neck.

“I hope I’m not intruding,” Halsin purrs, spreading Zevlor’s legs with calloused hands digging into his inner thighs. Zevlor feels the head of his cock bump against his neglected hole, and he gasps.

“Yes – please, please, fuck me! Breed me!” Zevlor sobs, rutting his hips backward.

Halsin shushes him, rubbing his thighs firmly as he sinks into him. “Calm down, my heart, there’s no need to beg for me. We’ll take care of you. You’ll make it through this, I promise.”

Zevlor can’t stop the tears from finally breaking free of his control, streaming down his face as Halsin gently fucks into him. He gasps and sobs, gripping the sheets in ecstasy as Misphi and Halsin work in tandem to steal his very soul. He’s distantly aware that he’s chanting a mantra of ‘thank you’s and ‘yes’s but he can’t bring himself to be embarrassed. They roll off his tongue as he revels in the stretch of Halsin’s cock in his ass. He’s always felt so big, so sturdy, so grounding, as if trying to reignite his very existence with each steady thrust. Misphi drags their claws down his chest, making him gasp and plead, feeling them reverently kiss each scar as tears continue to roll down his cheeks. They lean forward, kissing him passionately, and he allows their forked tongue to claim victory over his, submitting to them easily as they take care of them.

He's not quite sure when he comes – somewhere between now and forever, trapped within the bosom of time herself – but when he does, it is blinding. His vision swims and blanks for a moment as if his very soul is ripped from his pathetic existence before being shoved back into his chest so he may feel the rapturous orgasm tearing through his body like hellfire. Misphi and Halsin aren’t far behind him, clenching around his dick and soothing the cramps from inside him with hot cum. He feels the splatter of Misphi’s climax against his chest and feels them fall heavily into his arms. He catches them clumsily, feeling exhaustion rumble through his bones as well. They purr loudly against his chest, only growing louder when he follows suit.

In his sleepy state, Zevlor barely registers Halsin stumbling out of the nest and returning with a wet cloth. He doesn’t realize when Halsin leaves again, just when he finally returns, pulling both of them into his arms. He presses himself against Zevlor’s back, strong arms wrapped around both of them to pull Misphi closer. Blankets are pulled around them, cocooning them in the dimly lit nesting room as sleep reclaims their existence once more. Zevlor drifts off contently, focused on the sturdy, sure heartbeats pressed against his skin, finding a moment of peace within this hellish curse.

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triplesilverstar · 10 months

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Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Cunnilingus, Grinding, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Mirror Sex, Dirty Talk, Top Vash, Stripping, Strip Tease, Making Out, Tender Sex, Light Angst, Teasing

Word count: Roughly 8.4K words

A/N: You'd wondered about it a few times, why there always seemed to be more people on the move this time of year but it wasn't like you could ask. That would have had everyone looking at you funny since it wasn't a religious holiday or gathering. Maybe your favorite plant man of a boyfriend could clear a few things up for you as to why the solstice seemed important to people and what it was all about.

Alright, I will have to reorder the series once more, but for now, enjoy this lovely holiday smut that was once more inspired by art. I love when people draw Vash looking so certain of his sex appeal with a hint of being cocky.

Wincing as the bus hit a rut on the road and you bounced on the seat, your sore butt didn’t feel the landing but the almost healed injury in your abdomen felt it. “You alright?” Puffing out your cheeks and letting out a long exhale Vash tried to pat your thigh reassuringly, almost wedged against you. It wasn’t like you could do anything about it stuck between the blond and the inside panel of the bus, the two of you headed for the city of Augusta.

You and what felt like half of Noman’s land.

You wouldn’t have minded the bus ride if it had the usual number of passengers but right now it was packed full, so between Vash in the seat next to you and both of your bags in front of you any bump had you in pain. “Tell me we’re almost there?”

“Almost.” Tilting his head in that adorable goofy way you love you close your eyes, trying to breathe through your mouth. Letting out a happy little hmph as Vash discreetly slips his hand into yours, no doubt still upset with himself for letting you take a bullet for him. One of these days your sad handsome plant man was going to have to realize you didn’t want him with more scars than what he already had.

He was right. Then again you were used to him being right when it came to the two of you and traveling together, it was a short fifteen-minute ride until the bus was pulling to the small station inside the city limits. Do your best to hide your discomfort from any of the other passengers as you and Vash disembark from the public transportation and make your way to the first hotel you see.

The first hotel was a bust, and at the second you have the owner checking a room to see if it’s actually empty or not. In your head checking things off inside your head and you realize it’s near the winter solstice for Noman’s land. Fuck. That might explain why the bus was so full and the hotels seemed to be booked up. The past few years you’ve seen the gathering of people around this time on the planet, but you had no idea what it was for, it wasn’t like you could just up and ask without outing yourself as not having been born on the planet.

“The room is empty, however, it does only have one bed.” You can see the innkeeper looking back and forth between the two of you almost as if trying to figure out if he needs to find another bed somehow. Or another room.

“It's no problem!” Vash is quick to wave his hands in a disarming motion while grinning, seeing the relief flood across the innkeeper's face as Vash picks up the pen to start to fill in the register. Glad to have a room you start digging into your wallet for enough to cover the room for the next week, it should be long enough for you and Vash to figure out if the person he’s looking for is still around or not.

As you approach the room behind the innkeeper, after he hands Vash the key he gives you both a short little wave and a wish. “Enjoy the solstice!” Biting your lip Vash returns the greeting before you both slip inside the room.

It’s not too small and at least it is a double bed, not that you and Vash haven’t shared smaller ones in the past. At least the table has two chairs and a dresser but not much else, if the two of you need to work out you’re going to have to move the furniture around to do it. Yet as your eyes roam around the room you find it rattling around in your head and ask. “Vash. What’s the big deal with the solstice?”

Dropping his bag on the floor with a thump he turns to you. “You don’t know?” Tilting your head and sending him a look of annoyance and disbelief, giving the snaps of your bag a flick so it drops with a louder thud and a little cloud of dust billowing up. “Right. You’re not from here and I can see why you couldn’t ask.” Rubbing the back of his head as he doesn’t need to voice the reason why you couldn’t before him. Pulling out a chair and sitting at it you see him rubbing his hands before joining him, his nervousness palatable. “It started out as a celebration for surviving the big fall.” his voice was wistful as those first few words tumbled from his mouth and you reached across the table for his hand.

A short smile sent your way before he smiled as best he could with the sorrow in his eyes at the remembrance of the past. Of what he sees as his burden to carry. “It was to mark that we had survived a full year on the planet. If we could make one year then we could survive. At least that had been the thought. So as settlements grew and people started traveling so did the celebration, and it started changing. From that, some of the settlers and crews had survived to a celebration of having people to hold on to, a celebration of life.” Giving his hand another squeeze as you see him swallow again, shoving his sorrow back down. “Humanity really is amazing, the solstice is starting to fade a little but the main idea was about being glad to have hands to hold here on a world that humanity was never meant to survive on. To remind the people you care for that you do care for them and to have small little exchanges to show how you appreciate them.” Giving his head a shake and plastering one of those fake smiles he is so used to showing people on his face.

“I think that’s kind of nice, Vash.” Your free hand reaches across the table to cup his jaw your thumb hooking the edge of his mouth. “No reason to give me a fake smile if it hurts though.” Feeling your brow furrow as you watched him for a few moments as the silence rang out between the two of you. “How come you didn’t say anything about it last year? When we were in the middle of nowhere?”

“I thought you might have been someone that didn’t celebrate it. It is easy to forget you’re not from around here, Mayfly. Well,” He swallows again and you see a slight flush on his neck. “I also didn’t know if you had anyone you wanted to admit you cared about. You are a little peculiar that way.” His sly remark has you chuckling and looking down at the table with a sappy grin overtaking your face and a warmth spreading across your chest.

“Oh I did, but I refused to even admit it to myself. I’m glad we sorted it out before too long though and you stuck around with my stubborn ass.” Laughter rings out through the room before the force of it has your abdomen throbbing.

“Still sore?” Vash’s face shifted to one of concern pulling his hand from yours to drop to his knees beside you and lifting your shirt to show the greenish-yellow hue that paints your skin.

“Yea. I should probably lay down for a bit to let it finish healing.” Giving his hand a playful swat as you reach for your bag to grab a change of clothes to nap in. “Wanna join me?” A rather seductive wiggle of your eyebrows has him laughing, moving closer to press a quick kiss to your temple.

“Tempting, but I’m gonna look around the city first. You rest and I’ll be back later my pretty lady.” Giving his butt a playful swat and grinning as he left you changed and slipped into the bed, sighing as the placement of your body has less strain on your injury and it isn’t long before you’re snoring away.

Vaguely aware of something at the edge of your senses you grumble before turning more into the mass of pillow under your face. Except whatever is making you wake up is rather insentient, feeling your body as it starts to shake and you let out another grumble. “Mayfly.” A warm wash of air along your ear and the tickle of soft fibers has you waking slightly faster, cracking an eye open to see Vash leaning over you with a smirk that makes you think of sin.

“What?” Your voice is laced with sleep as you mumble the words, letting out a little noise of frustration as his lips glide along your neck.

“Wake up, I have a surprise for you.” Finally giving in you roll over, dragging a hand down your face before looking at your partner and feeling an eyebrow raise. Now that you have a chance to take a good look at him you find a lecherous grin taking over your face.

Vash has his jacket removed, and in place of his usual turtle neck that you still don’t understand how he can survive the desert heat with it, he’s in a sleeveless form-fitting shirt that leaves nothing about his physique to the imagination.

“Any particular reason for this- Oh my.” Slipping his gloved hand under the hem of his shirt you watch as the tight fabric slides upwards, with a slow reveal of his toned and scared stomach. With all that fine skin on display, you can't help but look just below his naval and the blond patch of hair that disappears beneath the waistband of his pants.

“See something you like?” A hint of playfulness in his tone, and you snort as the cocky bastard as his gloved hand resting on his jaw as if framing it so the shirt is stretched upwards and you have a full view of his chest. It’s a tantalizing sight and you feel warm for a very different reason as your gaze roams his revealed body, it doesn’t matter that you know every scar, wire, and patch of metal keeping your lover whole. It’s a sight you will never tire of seeing.

“Oh, I sure do.” Finally sitting up your eyes are level with his ribs, hooking your fingering into the band of his pants and giving them a tug. “I’m a little curious as to where my adorable blush-covered plant man is. He’s nowhere near this forward with putting on a show for me.”

“He’s still here, but his very forward lover has made him realize he needs to up his game.” Still keeping his shirt lifted his prosthetic lands atop your head, the metal tips scraping along the skin under your hair just enough to make you shudder. “Tonight I wanna watch you come undone just for me as I worship every inch of your skin.”

“Really now?” You tease, lowering your face so you can lick along one of his scars painting his stomach. “Seems more like you want me to worship you with this little show.” You don’t miss the shifting of his muscles as your tongue moves along the ridge of hardened skin.

“I just know what I need to do to rile you up.” Smirking down at you as you catch his eyes while you move to trace one of the thin lines of wire near his belt, lapping at the edge as if it’s something far more interesting. Giving your eyebrows a small wiggle as you slide your fingers along the inside portion of his waistband under you feel the metal of the button that fastens them. “To get you all hot and bothered so you’ll let me have my way with you.”

“Clearly.” You grin, moving your face closer to his naval with a trail of kisses until the tip of your nose is rubbing against the coarser hairs. “I think, you should be a little more demanding instead.” Placing your lips outside of the straining fabric covering his crotch and you can feel the heat radiating from his cock against your chin. “Telling me how I should be sucking that dick of yours that I can’t get enough of.” Mouthing at the fabric even as your back objects to the awkward angle.

“I know you can’t get enough of it, that you like it best shoved deep in your mouth with my balls hitting your chin.” Sliding his hand down from the crown of your head to your neck, his thumb pressing against the hollow of your throat. “You seem happiest with drool pouring from the corners of your lips while this.” Gliding his thumb tenderly along the soft skin along the front of your neck as he speaks. “Seems to bulge from my cock pulsing in that lovely wet cavern of yours while your nose is pressed against the bottom of this tantalizing trail.”

You can’t hide the shuffle of your thighs trying to add a bit of friction to your throbbing clit as you clench at his dirty talk. “Damn Baby. When did you get so good at being dirty?” Taking a deep inhale against his happy trail as you slowly blink up at him, hoping to get a rise out of your flirty lover in the form of a blush or some stuttering words.

“I learned from the best my Mayfly.” Letting out a soft hiss as he places the lightest pressure against the column of your throat. “Now, you’re not getting your way tonight. I needed to make sure you woke up and I had that slit between your legs dripping.” Damn, he really is putting his best foot forward tonight in taking charge. “Now sit up my Mayfly so I can get started.”

You let out a little ‘hmph’ at being denied but do remove your hands from his body, but not before pressing a sloppy kiss to the space just above his belt buckle. Sitting up on the bed and taking notice of movement out of the corner of your eye, turning to see a full-body mirror near the door. “Vash honey?”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head over that for now. Just keep your eyes on me.” Making a show of slipping two of his gloved fingers in his mouth and letting out a moan as he lightly sucked on them before trailing his fingers down his stomach. A thin line of drool connects his tongue to those lovely long digits that breaks just as his hand disappears under the fabric of his shirt. A sway of his hips as he takes a step back from you, followed by another and giving you a sultry wink.

Tapping his radio on the table that has the radio announcer making a statement about something you don’t catch as Vash’s eyes go wide and he hits another button. The sound of what you can only describe as strip music starts playing from the speaker and you find yourself grinning at your lover and the slight crack in his little display. “Wrong button.” He whispers before blowing you a kiss. “Now where were we?”

“I think you were about to try and give me a strip tease my pretty plant man.” Snapping his fingers at your statement as if he didn’t actually remember what he was up to starting to shift his hips to the music. You know Vash knows how to dance and how to cause a scene, and damn because right now he is putting both together to the sound of the music and you could swear he was lust incarnate with the way he moved. Every slide of his hands along his toned body has your eyes following the movement, and before long your thighs are rubbing together and your lip is starting to hurt.

“Don’t bruise those Mayfly, I want to be the only one to mark you up tonight.” Blinking rapidly as his words sink in and you stop biting your lip as if you were about to draw blood. His flesh hand ghosted down the center of his chest and over his well-defined abs to the apex of his cloth-covered thighs. Hooking the hem of his shirt and in one fluid movement pulling it up and away from his body and looking at you with flashing blue eyes, the briefest illumination from his plant markings has you letting out a pant as your mouth dries like it’s been in the desert for months. Unlike your mouth, your pussy gives another pulse and a wave of wetness drips from your center.

With his shirt off he makes a few more twists so the muscles along his arms and back ripple, a low whine echoing around the room. “Oh my, I didn’t know you could make noises like that.” In a flash, he’s leaning into your body his hands on your thighs parting your legs and his chest forcing your own back onto the bed. “I think I enjoyed hearing just how desperate you are, and all because of a little show.” Mouthing at the skin along your neck while his hips jolt against your clothed core and you hear the same noise again, at least this time you’re aware it’s coming from you.

As his warm lips ascend to catch your own a harder grind has you panting, but Vash doesn’t take advantage of your distraction in the way you suspect with his fingers skiming along your parted thighs to your belly. Hooking the hem of your sleep shirt and yanking it upwards and away as he moves back closer to the table to lower the music while you shudder from the sudden chill, feeling some of your skin pebble. “You have no idea how much I want to rip that bra off you and play with that chest, they fit in my hands so perfectly.”

Finding your voice you try for coy as you adjust the way your body is leaning back against the sheet, spreading your legs and placing a hand just above your clothed sex. “What’s stopping you handsome?”

A brief chuckle as he grins, sliding his hands down his chest and twisting his hips in time to the music as he grasps his belt buckle and with a flourish unsnaps it and pulls it from his pants. “I know if I get started with them right now I won’t want to stop, and once I get started I don’t want any clothes in the way.” A husk to his voice that you weren’t expecting as his gloved hand slid back up his abs, sweeping to his remaining nipple and circling it with his thumb before moving higher to slip his fingers in his mouth once more.

Two can play at this teasing game. Keeping your eyes on him as you arch your back to slip one of your hands under you and undo the fastener before flexing the muscles of your tummy to pull you into a sitting position as if at the end of the string in a single graceful motion. You don’t miss the way his hips still as the fabric falls away and you cup both breasts and push them together. “I think they’re a nice sight like this, but you know what would be nicer?” You question with a flirtatious wink sent at him. “Your dick framed between both of them.”

A groan from Vash and you think you see the fabric around his crotch flutter before he’s sucking his fingers with gusto and removing them from his mouth with gusto. “That is a lovely thought but I’d rather my cock framed by your pussy lips than your tits right now.” Closing the distance one more and taking one of your hands from your chest and placing it around the zipper of his pants. “Think you can give me a hand with my pants? They seem to be getting a little tight. ” Licking the shell of your ear as he says the last word and you feel a tingle along your spine as your walls clench around nothing.

“I think so.” Catching the metal between your thumb and forefinger and slowly tugging it down, the sound of the teeth separating seemingly loud in the small room as you keep looking at each other with heaving chests. If this is the best foreplay you’ve had you don’t know what is, your panties are drenched to the point you can feel it seeping out onto the fabric of your pants. As it comes to the end you hear a happy little groan from him as he kisses the space just behind the shell of your ear.

“Good girl.” Letting out a squeal as his hands are on your hips and in one fluid motion your pants and underwear are both gone, leaving you bare for his roaming gaze as he tosses both somewhere over his shoulder. “That was for taking my chance to pull your bra off with my teeth away.” A short upward tick of his eyebrows before he makes a show of shimming his hips as his pants slide down his legs, revealing the just as heavily scared tissue of his lower half. The only thing still hidden from sight is his weeping cock, because with the damp strained fabric, you have no doubt his slit is dripping as much fluid as you are.

With a casual flick of his fingers, the music dies and he strides toward you dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed and planting his lips on your naval with a flutter as he starts to blaze a trail of kisses along your tummy to while his hands glide along the sides of your ribs with his palms facing the words so his knuckles are grazing against your flesh. A strange mixture of cool and hot sensations from the different hands paired with his mouth has you panting in desperation.

“Vash, please Baby.” Your hands are in his hair, grasping his scalp as you try to pull his lips from your skin. “I need you to touch me!” That low whine is back in your throat once more and you don’t care, your sex is throbbing and his teasing isn’t helping you get to a release at all as your body feels like it’s on fire.

“I am touching you Mayfly.” He won’t be swayed in his actions, palms turning to press carefully against your body and using his hips to lift you more into the center of the bed as his mouth trails upwards. “I did tell you I planned to worship every inch of your skin tonight.” Jerking your core upwards trying to rub against his clothed erection you cry out in frustration as he laughs against your skin, using his hips to pin you in such a way that your actions are doing nothing to help you chase that sweet release you want. His mouth keeps moving and you’re starting to believe he has every intention of kissing all over your body, just when you think you might find some relief as he reaches the first of your breasts you cry out once more as he ignores the plump flesh and your hardened nipples.

Sweeping his tongue along your clavicle as he keeps moving, kissing along the inside of your arm and you notice he’s tracing the lines of your scars as he moves down the limb to your fingers. “Every time I’ve seen these, I wanted to do this. To trace those silvery lines with the tip of my tongue while you writhe and thrash beneath me, to shower you in devotion.” Kissing your knuckles before moving to each joint in your finger before starting to move back up your hand. “Now I finally get to, and it’s even better than I imagined because each little noise you make is sending a line of fire down my back while my heart pounds in my chest. It's beating so fast it almost hurts and my stomach feels like it’s tied in knots. That’s what you do to me, you make me want to have something just for me for the first time in my long life.”

As frustrated as you are with the pulsing of your core his tender words do make you still for a moment, the reminder that Vash is almost putting the needs and wants of others before his own. Your beautiful, tragic, selfless plant man. “You do Vash. You do make me feel like that Sunshine.”

A flick of his eyes and a gentle smile sent your way as he repeats the actions to your other arms. “I’m glad. And later, I hope you remember when I have you panting with my cock filling you to the brim while I fuck that hole of yours.” His one-eighty to dirty talk has you reeling but your cunt feels like it is on fire with the throbbing and clenching it’s doing, you need something, anything , inside of it right now. Hopeful as his head descends your body but his hands keep you in place, it’s too much to ask as he just places a quick kiss above your sex before moving down your legs.

At last, he finishes the path of mapping your body with his mouth, of tracing all your scars as he climbs your body once more until your head is framed between both of his arms as he looks down at you in wonder and lust. The whole time he kissed, licked, and sucked at your skin your hands were free to roam even if he ignored all your insistent tugging to try and get him more where your body wanted him, and now you had them draped across his shoulder with your thumbs pressing into the back of his neck with a slow dragging motion.

“Sunshine, please.” Panting as your body thrums, you’ve been hovering on the edge for so long and you’re ready to snap searching for any kind of release at this point. You have little doubt that you look like a mess, still trying to writhe under Vash for any kind of friction while your body burns like you’re in an inferno.

A deep chuckle that you hear and feel as his chest quakes against yours, looking down at you with hooded eyes. “Please what Mayfly?” His teasing is driving you insane as he closes the distance to rub his nose along the ridge of your cheekbone, keeping his lips away from yours.

“I need to come!” Doing your best to rut up against him while your mouth chases after his and your nails dig into his scalp. “Please, fuck me.” A choked sob as tears of frustration line your eyelids. Another chuckle from Vash, as his arms shift so one of his hands can tangle in your hair, a quick tilt of your head and he finally smashes his mouth to yours. Teeth clacking together as he groans into the kiss, his lips insistent as he rolls his hips just right so you feel his covered length brush against your desperate core.

Back arching as you try to grind against him and part your lips, your movements frenzied as you slide your tongue against his as the coil inside of your tightens. Only to wail as he pulls up and away, his hands on the sides of your face and his chest heaving a hair breath away from you. “Not yet. But I’ll let have some release.” A wildness in his eyes as his hands move leaning back and grabbing your hips to better adjust you, and you cry out, his cock is framed between your pussy lips your slick adding to the damp fabric that serves as a barrier.

“Tell me, can you come from just this or do you need a little help?” He doesn’t wait for your answer, rolling his back and locking his lips over one of your nipples and sucking. Your back arches at an angle that’s almost painful from the surprise, your hands moving with no real reason as they grip his blond locks and you whine like a bitch in heat. A hum from Vash as he sucks, his flesh hand on the breast he isn’t sucking at like a man starved, his palm rolling the hardened bud with a light touch.

You're grinding up against his length as best as you can, chasing that high and feeling your core throb in time to the shifting of your hips. Every so often hitting your clit on the head of his cock and making yourself let out a symphony of whines. Vash of course is grinning, his mouth never leaving your breast as he lavishes it with his tongue, circling the hard peak with the pointed tip and watching your face contort in pleasure. He can feel your juices soaking his underwear and his own sex is throbbing with need, wanting to be encased in those slick walls of yours and emptying in his balls deep inside of you. Seeing your eyelids flutter he switches tactics, pinching one nipple while bitting the area in his mouth hard enough to leave an indent of his teeth in your flesh.

You recklessly rutting against him now, as the sudden pain that laces through you snaps the tension that had built inside of you. Gasping his name as you come, a fresh wave of wetness leaves your core as you slump against the bed with your fingers dragging bonelessly against his skull before hitting the bed with a soft thump.

Vash lifts his head enough to survey the marks left on your breast, his chest swelling with pride as you squirm under him clearly still lost in the haze of your first release. It was worth the build-up, sweeping his hand across your stomach and feeling the heat still rising from your flesh. He takes a few deep breaths as he watches you, using the time while you recover to try and get his own sex to calm down, he’s not done with you yet.

As the racing of your heart starts to slow you raise a hand to rub against your face, pushing your sweat-soaked locks from your forehead before opening your eyes once more. A dopey love-sick grin adorns your lips as you look at Vash, his pale chest a vibrant shade of red as it heaves. “That. Was. Amazing.” Breathless as you coo up at your lover, a break crack in his facade as he returns the tender smile.

“You did seem to enjoy yourself.” His hand is still sweeping across your skin, the cool fingertips making your muscles quake as the chill sinks in. “However.” Clicking his tongue as if disappointed “You made a mess.” You feel the confusion building in you until his flesh hand dips between your thighs and slips between your bodies with a quick scooping motion before raising it for both of you to see the slick covering his hand. Sticking the fingers in his mouth and sucking noisily as he watches you and you feel your walls clench and your stomach tighten. Fuck. You can hear as the fluid is pulled from the material of the glove he’s still wearing his eyes closed, and his face warped in a look of pure bliss.

As he pulls his fingers away he smacks his lips and runs his tongue along his bottom lip as if savouring something. “I guess I’ll have to clean it up before we continue.” His voice even as he delivers the statement so matter of factly before lowering his head for a quick open-mouth kiss and you can taste yourself and traces of his own fluids on his tongue. Letting out a soft moan as he sweeps the wet muscle around yours and lifts your hips so he can shuffle his body from where you were starting to grind against him once more. “So desperate for release.” Tutting he lowers your hips and starts kissing down the center of your chest, lingering for a moment at the scar under your breast and over your heart.

“You just had to come that violently huh? Making me have to do extra work before plowing into you.” You shudder as your breath leaves you in a long exhale, biting your lip as the anticipation builds watching his face intently as he keeps moving lower, letting the tip of his nose dip into your belly button and kissing your navel before giving it a bite hard enough to bruise.

The fire inside of you is building once more and you feel your clit throb as his chin brushes down along the flesh of your sex while his head keeps moving. His eyes are like shining blue points as he watches you, well aware of the effect his movements are having on you.

Once he’s between your thighs he has his nose against your dripping sex and takes a deep inhale that has your face burning. “Fuck you smell so desperate like that hole of yours knows I’m going to pound into it until you can’t walk.” Chuckling as he watches your core clench. “Such a needy drenched thing. Soon I’ll fill you to the bursting.”

You can feel as his the mused hairs of his forehead brush against your core, as he kneads the underside of your thighs and laps at the plush skin of one of them ignoring your sex for the moment. Sucking and licking your fluids that had spread along your skin with sure strokes, humming as he works enjoying himself while your aching for his touch once more. “Vash, Sunshine.” A desperate undercurrent to your croaked words “Please, I can’t take any more teasing. I wanna warm you up, baby.” He ignores you with a tightening of his hands under your legs and swiping his tongue is a circular pattern as he moves closer to your hole, letting the muscle press flat against your slit before moving to the other side. Thrashing in his hold as you try to get him to slip it past your folds.

Another chuckle that you feel as the vibrations run along your skin. “Not yet.” He laves his affections onto the other thigh all while keeping an eye on your throbbing sex, watching as more fluid drips from between those shiny lips and down onto the bed sheets below you. It’s a debaucherous sight, to see your quivering muscles that he’s so used to having wrapped around his length as they pulse wanting to be filled. Indulging himself as he keeps licking at your skin and listening to the little noises you make, trying to contain them behind one of your hands as he works. It’s all for him and his body tingles knowing this is all because of him, that you’re so desperate to come because of what he’s doing to you. “I know you want me inside you, thrusting into you and making you see stars while you try to drain my balls for all they’ve got. I want that too, to watch you come while my cock splits you open but first to clean up the mess you made of yourself.”

You let out a wordless scream as the takes that first seemingly innocent lick along your slit, his tongue curled to scoop as much of your juices into his mouth and letting out a noise like a cat that’s gotten into the cream. Relishing the taste before diving back in with sure strokes along your folds, a light skim of the muscle along one side before darting to the other flicking your opening as he goes. It’s enough to have you howling, shoving a hand into your mouth, and biting down in the meat between your thumb and index finger to try and dampen your sounds.

Vash is relentless between your thighs, sucking and licking with different strokes that alter between light and hard as he works to make you produce more and more slick for him to consume as if drunk on the taste of you. His nose bumping your clit has you trying to grind into his face to push yourself into that oblivion of post-release haze once more, Vash of course is having none of that. Looping his prosthetic around your waist and pinning your jerking hips to the bed sending you a glare that makes you pant seeing his chin covered in what you can only assume is your juices and his saliva. Damn, that look at you struggling against his hold has you wanting to kiss him and drown in his affections, your inner walls clamping painfully. A quick survey of your dripping slit and secured hips has a wolfish grin forming on his face as he goes back to your pussy, plunging his curled tongue into your depths.

His flesh hand reaches up from under you to use his fingers to part your folds, framing your spread insides between the V of his gloved middle and index finger letting him swirl his tongue leisurely and watching as you spasm for him. Using the tip to trace a pattern of whorls against your walls before plunging the muscle as if he was fucking you with his tongue, the slight tremble of your body has his cock painfully rock hard under his hips rolling them just enough to try and relieve some of the pressure.

He knows he won’t last long as he feels your pussy clamping around the intrusion, trying to pull him deeper inside of you. From the noises you’re making and the micro rocks of your hips he can tell you’re close again, sliding his fingers along your folds as he withdraws his tongue from your cunt to suck at your clit and slipping a single finger inside.

Your reaction is immediate as your walls seem to try and crush his finger with the force of their spamming and you let out a broken sob. A swell of pride once more as he keeps sucking at the bundle of nerves and plunging his finger side of you, curling it to start to stretch you out before adding a second. The wet squelching of your walls around his fingers as he works them deeper until he’s knuckle deep, twisting those digits around and tapping against a spot he knows can make you come. Alternating it with the spreading of his fingers to scissor your slick core feeling your body trying to restrain them and pull them deeper. Adding a third he starts to finger you harder, jerking his hand against you while he flicks your nub with the tip of his tongue. Lifting his gaze from your fluttering sex to see your eyes closed and panting like you’re running a race.

“Mayfly, open your eyes.” A command that he growls out at you, that you’re compelled to obey and the second your eyes meet his sinfully dark expression that coil inside of you snaps. Thrashing as much as he allows you as you squirt over his fingers while you fall apart for the second time that night. Vash doesn’t relent as you come this time, his fingers replaced by his mouth as he drinks down your release with wide swipes for his tongue along the length of your pussy forcing you to come a third time as your body writhes from the overstimulation and Vash moans as he keeps lapping at your juices.

A whimper from you has Vash pulling away his hand rubbing along where the imprint of his arm had been around your waist, feeling a little sheepish that he had gotten that into it and almost hurt you.

You just let out a soft whimper as you bathe in the afterglow, feeling the pulsing of your heart through your body as your senses return to you as if waking up from a pleasant dream. Vaguely aware of the mattress rising and the sound of bare feet padding across the floor while you breathe deeply, a pleasant buzz at the back of your skull as your body sinks more into the post-coitus bliss almost ready to fall back asleep.

The sound of something being dragged as your brows furrowing, the heavy sound keeping you from falling back asleep as you try to push yourself onto your elbows to see what is happening only to flop back onto the bed as your body isn’t ready to support any of your weight just yet.

Vash chuckles seeing you struggle as he places the mirror where he wants it before shedding his drenched underwear. Hissing as his cock bobs in the open air at last an angry red from being denied so long, reaching for his canteen on the table and taking a drink before turning back to the bed. “Let me help you up.” Using the one hand to help you into a seated position and holding the canteen to your lips. “You need a drink, between all the sweating and fluid you had dripping from your core you’re probably feeling a little light-headed.”

You nod, taking a sip and leaning into his form. “Yea, I wonder why.” Mocking him as you take a few more sips with your eyes closed, opening them and seeing the closer mirror. At least now you know what the dragging sound was. “What are you planning Sunshine?” Suspicious as both of you have used a mirror before as you reminded the other why you cared for them so much.

“Just something a little different.” Taking the canteen from you before standing and returning it to the table and you let out a happy little noise at the sight of his free cock. Seeing the pre cum smeared around the head you feel your pussy throb a little and your mouth water as you wouldn’t mind a taste of him at last. As if senses your lecherous thoughts Vash sighs “Not that.”

Sitting on the bed with his legs spread you get ready to question him about the way he’s positioned himself, at least until he’s tugging you to the edge of the bed and getting you to stand. Almost falling over as your legs wobble before he keeps you steady, maneuvering you to face the mirror before getting you to settle against his lap. A few minor adjustments and you have to admit you’re feeling warm already. Reflected back at you are both of your faces, sweat lining your brows and both of you looking disheveled with your hair plastered to your face. A few bruises forming just beneath sections of your skin and your chest is moving in time to his, his hands stroking along your sides. Perfectly centered in the mirror is his throbbing cock, the head weeping and framed between your parted pussy lips.

Vash is nosing at the skin of your neck, your hair pushed to one side as he rubs his lips and the point of his tongue along the space where it meets your shoulder but his eyes are on the mirror watching you. Using the reflection to stare into your shining orbs he places a soft peck there before speaking. “I want us to have sex while watching ourselves in this mirror. I want to see both of our faces as I split you open on my dick, as we come and I paint those lovely insides of yours with my seed. To watch as our shared release drips from those swollen lips back down my cock onto my balls.”

Damn, the picture he’s painting for you has you swimming in arousal as your pussy throbs and a dampness starts to seep from you spreading to his hot flesh twitching against your opening. “Me too Sunshine, I wanna see you fill me up.” The words are low, as your body shakes with your labored breaths feeling that fire inside of you starting to build once more.

His cock is searing against your sex, knowing he hasn’t come yet tonight makes you wonder how pent-up he is as his hands glide along your side. Pressing another kiss to your skin while keeping eye contact before whispering against your ear. “Put me inside you when you’re ready to start.” Watching yourself in the mirror you reach up first to touch his jaw, fingertips sweeping along his cheek while you give a few small rolls spreading your juices along more of his length.

It’s a sight to behold as both of you keep staring into the mirror not wanting to miss a thing as you reach down to grasp his length, a fluttering of his eyelids, lifting yourself enough to line him up with your slit. He’s kissing the palm of your hand waiting to watch as you impale yourself on his cock. A soft groan as you let your weight slowly drop before you moan as he splits you open and disappears inside of your body.

Both of you are still while looking as your body adjusts clenching around him and seeing the slight movement of your sexes in the mirror. The twitch of his balls and the fluttering of your lips while your body burns from the stretch, twin sighs as you relax around him and he doesn’t feel like he’s about to blow his load just from being inside of you.

“I want to burn this sight into my head, damn you beautiful stretched around me.” Panting against the rough skin of your palm and settling one of his hands over your belly where you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you. “Well, you look beautiful to me all the time. But I guess this just tickles something inside of me just right.” All pretense of being in charge is gone as he gives you a tender smile and you have to agree, this is a sight you want to remember for the nights that you can’t be intimate with your handsome plant.

“I like how you look now too, like you’re ready to fill me to the brim.” A light laugh as he taps his fingers against your skin, moving your hand to interlace your fingers with his. A silent signal that you can move whenever you feel ready, and you start to gently rock atop him.

“I am ready to fill you to the brim.” He admits as his prosthetic glides up your side and grips one of your breasts, helping to keep you stable as you ride him and groping your flesh.

It isn’t long before both of you are panting from the gentle pace that has his cock hitting all the right places inside of your walls with the position you’re both in. You keep your movements shallow, ensuring he doesn’t slip out of your pussy as the sweat beads along your skin before forming rivets moving downwards. Watching where the two of you are joined and the small bump that moves under your hands as his cock keeps brushing deep inside of you. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last Mayfly.” In his eyes, you can see the strain as he tries to hold back, after denying himself all night and now finally wrapped in your tight pussy.

“You don’t have to Sunshine. Fill me up just like you promised.” You whisper watching his cock slip more inside your body as Vash spreads his legs a little more allowing you to sink farther down on him.

“Come with me.” Huffing against your hand still against his face and you see the desperation in his eyes. Letting him slide his hand and yours down to your cunt, as he uses your fingers to circle your clit to help push you to that precipice with him.

“I will Vash, I’ll come with you so I can milk those big balls dry.” Hearing him hiss as you move harder against him increasing the tempo of the movement of your hips. “I wanna watch as you pump me full, please.” Pleading with him as your voice hitches, the fire inside of you building as he works both of you to the point of no return.

“Fuck, I want to. Almost there.” His panting, closer to a growl as his eyes narrow in the mirror, the sight of you making his cock throb deep in your walls feeling the way you're clenching him already. “I want you stuffed full we can’t move.”

“Vash” A short cry as Vash can’t seem to hold back any longer, rocking his hips upwards and spearing you on his dick while he presses harder into your clit. A low groan that sounds like your name as you both tip over that edge, your Walls spasm and contract around him in a vice-like fashion as he floods your core. The force of his release strong enough you feel it splatter against your womb as you keep squeezing him, wanting every last drop he has in your pussy. It’s a struggle as you both keep your eyes open while your face twists into ones of ecstasy as the shockwaves roll through you, and Vash lowers his face from your hand to bite into your neck.

Both of you watch with cracked eyes as his balls keep throbbing and you can feel the slightest swelling of the bump inside of your body as he pumps you full. As you both sit there breathless you watch the first creamy stream slip past your abused sex and roll down his length before pooling on his balls and dripping to the floor.

“Vash?” A soft exhale of pain as his mouth releases the skin of your neck.

“Yes” A whisper of your name like a promise as his eyes seemed glued to the sight.

“Happy solstice” A chuckle as his arms wrap around your middle and a kiss to where the newest bruise on your neck is forming.

“Happy solstice my love.” Humming before you let out a short snort.

“Think anyone heard us?”

“Mayfly, if they did I think we would have gotten a noise complaint already.” You nod leaning back into his chest as your hands rub against his arms, fingers dipping into the gap of the metal that forms his forearms.

“Wanna go again in a bit?”

A louder laugh as he noses the shell of your ear before smirking at you in the mirror. After all, the solstice is the longest night of the year, and the two of you are just getting started.

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Kinktober #13: Wax Play

Kinktober Masterlist

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni, mild d/s tones, wax play, teasing, smidge of vaginal sex.

Authors Note: Unbetaed. Here we have a little bit of Benedict submitting to his wife. Enjoy! <3

He is writhing under you in a delightful way; his bare, toned torso with a sheen of light sweat glows in the firelight. He looks beautiful.

“You wanted this, didn't you, darling?” you murmur, a corner of your mouth ticked up in amusement.

“Yes…” he trails off, and you see him fighting all his instincts to take charge.

Usually, he is the one who leads in the bedroom, or you meet as equals. But a few months into your marriage, he admitted quietly one night against your skin, almost bashful, that he wouldn't mind ceding total control. Let you dictate the pleasure; him submitting to your wishes, including making him feel just a little discomfort.

So here he lays naked under you. You made him strip for your entertainment, not hiding your lasciviousness about just how attractive you find him. You teased him, run your fingernails over every part of his body and watched as his cock grew red and hard but refused to touch it, to give him any relief. Now it pokes insistently against your bottom as you sit straddling his waist, a burning candle in your hand.

You let another drop fall against his pectoral muscle, and he cries out and writhes again. The wax cooling into a teardrop shape that hardens and puckers the now pink skin around it.

“Does that feel good darling husband?” you ask silkily, grinding down on him, so he feels your wet bare pussy against his skin, hidden under the layers of your dress.

“Yes, wife,” it's through gritted teeth.

“Hmm, I might just stop; I don't think you mean that,” you tilt your head mockingly.

“NO!” he calls out, “please don't stop,” he follows up quieter, earnestly.

“Hmmm, ok darling,” you smile, then allow another drip to fall onto his other pec, and, with his heavy breathing, it dribbles down, catching the edge of his nipple before cooling. He exhales sharply through his nose and bites his bottom lip, the skin extra sensitive.

You hold the candle aside and dive down to lick the spots where the wax has fallen, and he hisses as you flick it away with your tongue.

“Please fuck me,” he whispers, surging against the back of your dress, leaving a trail of precum on the pretty navy silk.

“Not right now,” you chuckle, “but I will.”

He groans in frustration.

“Maybe darling, if you hadn't dedicated yourself to teasing me so mercilessly in the bedroom, you wouldn't find yourself in the exact same predicament.” you tease, holding his strong jaw and revelling in the way his pupils are blown so wide that there is only a thin ring of hazy blue around inky black.

“I have created a menace,” he laments, “a beautiful sexy temptress, but a menace nonetheless.”

You quirk an eyebrow and smile, blowing out the candle, then trailing a series of wax drops down the centre line of his abs right to the edge of your dress. He cries so loud you wonder if it hurts too much, but then he bites his flushed lip and growls your name, and you know he loves it.

You lean over, placing the candle back into its holder, then shuffle down his body, aligning his straining cock with your pussy. You tease his tip with your entrance but don't sink down.

“Tell me how much you want me, husband,” you order, seizing the hands that go to grab your waist and holding them forcefully against the bedding.

“I want you so much, wife,” he pleads, “please… please….” he is surging his hips, trying to push into you, but you move with him, so he doesn't achieve his goal.

“Oh, I love it when you beg,” you gloat, leaning over him again and licking the line of hardened wax down his middle, revelling in the salty tang of his skin. Those are his exact words from the night before when he teased you to the point of desperation.

“You are dangerous,” he growls.

“That which, being taught, returns to plague the inventor, darling husband,” you smirk.

“Shakespeare?!?” he gusts, disbelieving.

“Oh yes, darling. You are not the only poet in this house,” you claim triumphantly before finally taking pity and sinking down onto his hot steely weeping cock.

His cry of relief and desire as you settle onto him is music to your ears.

“Fuck I love you,” he stutters, reverential and sincere.

“And I you,” you smile indulgently and start to move.

He asks you to take charge at least once a week from then on.

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youvebeenlivingfictionalnbcyoa · 1 year

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You Aim for His Stomach

Starting Choose Your Own Adventure Post

Rating: Explicit. 18+ only; minors interacting with this work will be blocked.

Warnings: Boxing; explicit sexual content—fingering, unsafe sex, vaginal sex, voyeurism kink, dirty talk, some degrading language, rough sex, power imbalance, blowjob, cumshot

Nathan’s breath leaves him with a vicious, “Oof,” As you nail him in the stomach. You have a half-second to grin triumphantly as you draw back. The smile disappears as Nathan swings at you with vigor. You duck back, stomach swooping with genuine nerves and surprise as your tongue darts over your lips. The two of you go still for a moment, assessing one another. You think he may be waiting for you to call it, to tell him that it's enough. But a little smile curls his lips before he goes on the offensive again.

You have never seen Nathan like this. There’s a lightness there, a playfulness that you’ve never seen, even when he’s joked around with you or the others.

You let yourself get caught up in the sight and make a stupid, stupid move. Nathan hooks his arm around yours, using the grip to yank your body against his. You stumble as you do, sucking in a stunned breath as you find yourself so close. Your heart is pounding in your chest; you hold Nathan’s eyes as he looks over your face.

You could still get at him. Knee him in the stomach, aim a hit at his side, something. But this proximity, and the intensity that he watches you with, seem to have rendered you immobile.

“...You gonna tap out?” He murmurs.

You draw in a shaky breath, tongue sweeping over your dry lips. His gaze drops to your lips, a cocky smile curling up the corners of his mouth. You hurriedly raise a hand, whacking his shoulder twice before drawing away. His grip on you slackens, but it doesn’t loosen entirely until you hear approaching footsteps. You take a few more steps back, lowering your rapidly heating face and tugging the gloves off.

“You’re up, Willy,” You insist, turning and pressing the gloves into his chest. You brush past him and Dan, ignoring their questions and grabbing your bag from where Dan left it on the floor. You jog down the short steps into the living room and look around. Goddamn, where the hell can you go? Shouldn’t this place have a map or something on the wall, one of those massive ones that you see at the mall with a label that says You are here?

“This way.”

Nathan’s voice makes your stomach flip. You glance back toward him nervously and find him adjusting his glasses with one hand and waving you down the hall with the other. You turn to face him, shoving your hands into your pockets and following him.

“You have your pass?” Bateman asks. You draw it out of your pocket as he presses the down button. You expect him to wave you on and let you go, but the two of you step on together. The two of you ride down in silence. You’re nervous, your stomach squirming with discomfort as you stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

You can still feel it. You can still feel the heat of your nerves and excitement, press of his body against yours, the vague pounding of his heart.

You let him lead the way off of the elevator, glancing around the halls as you follow him. You glance toward the pad in the wall that he points to, raising a brow as he waits. You swipe it against the pad, shoulders lowering with relief as it changes color, allowing you in. You push the door open, stepping inside and looking around. The room is large, and furnished more nicely than you’d expected. You shrug your bag off, dropping it at the end of the bed and drifting deeper inside. You hear the door shut behind you, and you figure that Nathan has left. But…

“You like it?”

“Sure,” You shrug. “It’s a nice room.”

“I meant outside.”

Your heart stutters in your chest, and you turn to face him, brows raising. Your mouth works wordlessly, head shaking.

“I, uh…” You clear your throat. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“No?” His brows raise as he takes a few steps deeper inside. “You seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

“Oh—The boxing?” You pass it off, shrugging, “It, you know…It was alright. It could've been better—I mean," You backtrack as Nathan's brows jump, "I could've been better. I'm out of practice."

"Maybe we could whip you into shape in the next couple of days."

"I think it's gonna take more than a couple of days."

"Let's at least get it started."

"What for?" You can't help but ask the question. Nathan's gaze sweeps your body, and you feel your heartbeat tick up in your chest.

"No reason, I guess," He says after a moment. "Just an excuse to get closer."

"Closer?" You frown. Nathan takes a few more drifting steps toward you, and you force yourself to hold your ground as you watch him.

"Listen," His voice drops to a murmur. "I may not spend a lot of time around other people, but I recognize the hallmarks of human attraction."

"Oh?"

"Mhm." He crowds you back against the low shelf. You can feel the heat rolling off of his body, smell the sweat of his exertion, and you swallow thickly as the back of your thighs make contact with the shelving. He pushes on: "Dilated pupils, quickening pulse, licking your lips...Normally I'd add attempts to touch, increased proximity and a rise in body temperature, but considering the circumstances, that feels a little bit like cheating."

"I wouldn't put it past you."

"Cheating?"

"Mhm," You nod. "Figured you'd be the type to make use of every single bit of data."

Nathan is quiet for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as he seems to take in every bit of your face. You let your gaze sweep from his eyes to his full lips, then suck in a shocked breath as the room goes briefly dark. The loss of light is chased by a bright red, lighting Nathan's features in an almost sinister glow.

"What's going on?" You ask nervously.

"Breaker must've tripped. Facility's on lockdown."

"Are we stuck in here?" You nod toward the door.

"Mhm."

You hesitate before you raise your hands, fisting them in the fabric of his tank.

"Are William and Dan stuck wherever they are?" You ask.

"They might still be on the patio."

"So they'd be stuck out there?"

"Yes."

"For how long?"

"It's difficult to say."

"Better be quick, then."

You have just a second to catch sight of the grin splitting across Nathan's face before you yank him closer using the grip on his shirt. You can't help but moan softly as your lips meet, your fingers flexing as Nathan's hands lift, smoothing up your back. Your mind is scrambled. Shit—shit, what the hell are you doing? This is your boss, and you hardly know the man. But that doesn't stop you from raising your arms when he tugs your shirt up and off of your head, flinging it toward the door. You hurriedly kick off your shoes and shove your pants down, watching as Nathan steps back and follows suit. You scooch back onto the low shelf, eyes wandering his body covetously as he takes himself in hand, pumping his length. You reach down, swiping your tongue across your fingertips and swirling them along your plumping cunt.

Nathan looms closer, bracing his hand on the wall behind your head. His lips part as he pants, watching you dip your fingers into your pussy.

"More," He orders.

"In a minute," You mumble. Nathan draws in a sharp, impatient breath. You watch him raise his hand from his cock and suck them between his lips before he slides them down between your legs. You gasp as he eases a finger in along with yours, your pussy throbbing greedily around your fingers.

You reach up with your other hand, gripping the back of Nathan's neck as he crowds closer. He lowers his head, sucking hot, slick kisses to your neck as you pump your fingers together.

"Fuck," You breathe, "Condom?"

"Don't have one," He admits. "Pill?"

You nod, and Nathan grunts, easing his fingers out. You draw yours out as well, grasping his thick cock and drawing him closer. Nathan's thighs press flush against the shelves as he eases into you. Your eyelids flutter, your head tipping back against the wall as your pussy adjusts to the feeling of him. Nathan takes your lower lip between his teeth, giving it a tug before he lets it go. He chases the sting with his tongue before slipping it between your lips. You curl your arms around his shoulders, fingers smoothing along the muscle there.

You think—at least, you expect—that Nathan will give you each a moment to adjust. But as his hips draw back, then snap harshly against yours, you know that you're in for a ride. You press your nails into his skin, unable to help the moans and whines that slip from your lips with every thrust and grind. Nathan reaches up, grasping your chin and turning your head toward a corner of the room.

"You see that?" He asks, glancing between it and you, "Mm? See that little dome, under the light?"

"Uh—h-huh," You manage, nodding.

"Smile for the camera, sweetheart," Nathan urges before he sinks his teeth into the hinge of your jaw. Your cunt clenches around him at the revelation, a fresh wave of shock and arousal pulsing through you.

"Fuck, Nathan," You groan, turning your head to look at him. "You fucking perv."

His smile widens, his thrusts beginning to pick up in pace.

"You like that, don't you," You shake your head, your accusations packing less of a punch as you fight to keep your breathing even. "You like knowing that you're—you're being watched, and that you're going to do the watching. Hmm? Fucking sick asshole, fuck," You whimper as Nathan plants his feet more firmly, using his grip on the back of the shelf to nail his thrusts with more force. "Bet you'd like it if the guys walked in and saw us."

"Saw what?" Nathan speaks right up against your jaw. "Saw me having something they want? Something they can't have? I don't like that, sweetheart."

His next thrust is so forceful that makes your head smack back against the wall a little, the sting of it countered by the heat and press of Nathan's body. He presses his mouth to your throat, laying a suck there before he growls, "I fucking love it."

You gasp, tightening your legs around his hips as your orgasm begins to well. He laughs, actually laughs as you press down against him, clenching around his cock.

"Didn't realize I hired such a cockhungry little slut," He grasps your jaw again, squeezing to force your gaze to his. "Hell, I would've invited you here sooner."

"Fuck you," You mumble, despite the fact that you're tipping your hips down against his. Nathan just grunts, sweeping his thumb along your jaw, over the smarting bite that he laid just moments ago.

"You better hope that this lockdown is up soon, or you're in trouble. What should I do with you next, huh? Shove you down on the bed, hold your hands behind your back while I take what I want?" He murmurs. "Maybe get you on your knees, make you gag on my cock. Would you like that, sweetheart? Yeah," He forces you to nod with the grip on your jaw. "Bet you look so fucking pretty with tears in your eyes."

You shudder, your eyes sliding shut as you cum with a shout, your hips bounding down against Nathan's. You hear him laugh again, but you can't bring yourself to care. You don't need to be let in on the joke—you don't even care if you are the joke. You pant as Nathan maintains his pace, his cock still thrusting out of your sensitive cunt.

"Maybe just one of those," He murmurs, "Oughta save something for the next few days. You want my cum?"

"Yes—" You plead, then whine as Nathan draws back. He lets go of your jaw, curling his palm around the back of your neck and urging you off of the shelf. You let him. You let him direst you to his knees. He doesn't have to say or do a damn thing before you're bracing your hands on his thighs, taking him into your mouth. You whimper at the taste of yourself on his shaft, drawing your tongue along he thick, veined underside as you bob your head. You shift closer, taking him in hand and pumping his slick length as you dip your head, drawing one of his balls into your mouth. You hear him curse, grinning as his tip on the back of your neck tightens. You draw back, peering up at him from beneath your lashes as you open your mouth, tapping the spongy head on your tongue and swiping the tip along the underside.

Nathan's orgasm seems to catch the both of your off-guard. His moan is punched out of him as his hips twitch and thrust. He grasps the back of your head, shoving you down onto his cock. You gag, your eyes watering with tears as his cum and your saliva spill past your lips. He finally draws back, taking two staggering steps back and flopping back onto your bed. You swallow thickly, tongue swiping along your lips to gather what you can.

"Holy shit," Nathan mumbles, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you. "Fuck."

You nod, swallowing thickly as you raise your hand to swipe over your lips.

"Yeah," You croak. You push yourself off of the floor, looking around, suddenly flooded with nerves. Shit. You're still stuck in a room with this guy.

You glance down as you feel him poke your calf with his foot. You meet his eye as he pats the bed beside him.

"I don't know," You shake your head. "I should get cleaned up."

Nathan shoots you an unimpressed look, but before he can argue, the lights revert to their typical florescent glow. Nathan grunts, pushing himself to sit up.

"Alright. You gonna let me kiss it goodbye?"

"...Kiss...?" You trail off, frowning, and scoffing as his gaze drops to the apex of your thighs. "Are you kidding?"

"No."

Nathan slides off of the bed, grasping your thighs and tugging you closer. You yelp, wobbling and pressing a hand to his head to balance yourself. You watch as he leans up, his eyes on yours as he noses along your slick slit before he tips up his chin. His eyes fall closed as he gives your pussy a little peck, then a nuzzle, then a long, open-mouthed kiss. Your jaw drops, and you can't help your hips twitching as his beard brushes a few sensitive spots. You let out a shuddering breath as he gives it another kiss, then parts his lips to lap broadly over your pussy.

"Nathan," You warn, "Lockdown is over, the guys are gonna come looking for us."

He hums, turning his head to nuzzle your inner thigh.

"They have no idea where we are," He points out, "And their passes don't work on this room. They're only gonna find us if you can't keep quiet."

"...What if I can't keep quiet?" You ask, wiggling your hips a touch. Nathan grins.

"I'm sure we can do something about that, sweetheart."

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