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â Silver's Sinful Sunday â
Week Four: Azriel
Warnings: 18+ [MDNI], enemies with benefits (mates), fem reader, choking, p in v, reader is kinda a brat, dominant Azriel, no use of Y/N, pet names, slight angst at the end, it's my writing â that's a warning within itself (cringe), all actions are with consent ofc
A/Nâ Week four was originally Vox (Hazbin Hotel). Refer to this post for the reason why it's not. Azriel was intended to be week five, but he's been moved to week four. The style for this one is also a little different than the others. . . Oopsies. . . Your honor, they're actually in love with each other but they're idiots. . .
Word Count: 2.8K
âLet me in.â
The words sent a shiver down your spine despite the massive argument the two of you had been in less than an hour ago. It was over something so petty that you didn't even remember what it was about, but you were still heated over it.
The anger simmered just beneath the surface, a feeling only he could evoke. It both drove you wild and pissed you off at the exact same time.Â
âI know you're in there. Let me in.â
After every argument, Azriel found his way to your door. After every argument, it always ended the same way. There were never apologies. Apologies didn't exist between the two of you. The thought of one alone was highly amusing.
You reached the door with a scowl, twisting the brassy colored knob in your firm grasp. The door swung open, revealing the very male you knew it'd be.
His gaze roamed unabashedly over your form. From your hair to the silken midnight blue nightgown that hugged your curves in all the right places, all the way to the soft glow of your skin in the warm light of your bedroom.
âWhat?â You hissed, eyes narrowing.
He hummed approvingly, noting how you were still heated from the argument. âAre you going to let me in, or just glare at me?â His voice was deep and raspy, telling you everything you needed to know. The reason why he'd come, just like the other times.
You rolled your eyes and scoffed, turning on your heel to return to your vanity. The door was left wide open; Azriel stepped in, shutting and locking the door behind him, watching closely as you walked away from him.
âDo you have any idea how mad you made me out there?â Azriel asked as he walked towards you, his steps quick, but quiet. His body moved with ease, like a prowling animal, every muscle rippling with every step.
âYou started it. You pissed me off.â You sharply bit back, stopping in front of the mirror to take off the last remnants of the lipstick that Mor had wanted you to try because she thought it would look good on you. She was right, as usual.
He came up behind you, his large frame towering over you in the mirror. Azriel's hands landed on your hips, pinning you against the vanity in front of you. His hard chest pressed against your back, his lips grazing over the shell of your ear. âI may have started it, but you don't know when to shut your little mouth.â
"I thought you liked my mouth wide open." You snapped with a small, barely noticeable rumble of a growl, glaring at him in the mirror as he pressed against you.Â
He chuckled and he slid his large hand up your body, gently wrapping his fingers around your throat, his hand almost covering your entire neck.
"I do. But I also like it when you're a good little princess and shut up and listen. I like it when you're good for me." He moved his other hand, letting it run over your thigh.
He moved his lips over your neck, letting his tongue trail over your sensitive skin, feeling your pulse in his hand. "Maybe next time you'll think twice before you open that pretty mouth of yours to say something you'll know will piss me off, hm?"
His hand on your thigh moved higher, letting his hand slide under the fabric of your nightgown, running his hand over the smooth skin of your hip.
âDon't act like you don't fucking love it.â You growled, fighting the urge to react to his touch. He didn't deserve to see you melt into his touch. Ha. No.
A dark chuckle fell from his lips, his breath warm on your skin. âYou're right. It makes it more fun when I shut you up. . . I like it when you can't hide how much you want me.â His teeth grazed your neck.Â
âGo fuck yourself.â
A low chuckle came from him again, he didn't expect anything different from you. You were stubborn and defiant. But he liked it, loved it even. You were the only one who dared to talk back to him, to fight and argue with him. It drove him crazy.
"Such a filthy little mouth." His hand fell from your throat and he spun you around to face him, lifting you up, sitting you on the vanity and standing in between your thighs.
His hands ran up your thighs, his hands disappearing under the fabric of your nightgown, gripping your hips and tugging you closer against his front. He moved his lips to your ear again, his chest now pressed up against yours as his breathing quickened.
"You know, for someone who was so angry a moment ago, you seem to be enjoying my touch now. Your breathing, the way your heart is racing, the way your legs are opened wide for me.â
You growled at the clear smugness in his tone, your eyes narrowing into a glare once the brief shock from his quick movements wore away.
"You know, your little growl sounds more like a moan to me, love." He grabbed your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist as he stepped forward, pressing his hips against yours so you could feel how hard he already was. His mouth moved down your neck again, gently nipping and sucking your skin.
"You can stay defiant, but your body is telling a different story.â
Your slender fingers gripped the collar of his clothes and forced him to look at you as your legs locked around his waist, pulling him closer. "Stop. Playing. Games. Azriel." You snarled.
He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him as he stared down at you with his darkened gaze. He leaned close, his lips hovering just inches away from yours. "Why don't you just admit you want me, princess?âÂ
"Maybe I should just go ask Cassian if he'd want to ââ
The moment you mention Cassian's name, something snapped inside of him. His grip on you tightened, and he let out a low possessive growl. His hand slid up, wrapping around your neck. "Not. A. Chance. He's not allowed anywhere near you, do you understand me?â
"It seems I've struck a nerve." You spat, a dark grin spreading across your face as you stared up at him.
He let out a low growl, his grip on your throat tightening a bit more. "Cassian won't be able to give you what you need, sweetheart. I know how much you want me right now, and deep down, you know you can't deny it. You're mine."
His hips ground against yours, making you feel the further evidence of how much he wanted you. "You're mine, princess. Say it.â
âChoke.â You muttered darkly.
His hand tightened around your throat, constricting it in a way that had you releasing a soft moan despite the glare set on your face.
He chuckled again, watching that expression on your face. "I can tell how much you want this." His voice was low and gravelly against your ear. His hips continued to grind against yours, putting just the right amount of pressure where you wanted it.
You groaned, which turned into an almost embarrassingly needy moan very quickly. You glared harder, hating the way he reduced you to a writhing mess so easily. . . Knowing what was imminent, you reached down and began unlacing his pants at a tantalizing slow pace.
The fabric came loose in your grasp and he immediately shed them, along with his underwear, tossing them somewhere in the room before he slid a hand back under the hem of your nightgown, expecting to meet the lace fabric of your panties. He let out a low growl when, instead of fabric, his hand immediately met your slick folds.Â
You gasped softly as he ran a finger through them before gently thrusting two fingers into you, while his thumb rubbed gently on your clit, his other hand finding its way back to your throat as if it was magnetic.Â
He moved his hand in a steady rhythm, listening to the sweet sounds you tried and failed to stifle.Â
âYou're so desperate for me, aren't you? You need me, don't you?âÂ
You could only moan softly as his fingers curled deliciously within you.
âSay it. Say you need me. Say you're mine.âÂ
"Yours." You gasped out a moan. "I'm all yours â GODS, I need you, Az. . ."
He loved hearing those words from you, loved hearing you admit how much you needed him. . . Loved seeing you completely surrendering yourself to him. "Good girl. That's it, princess. I'm the only one who can make you feel like this.â
He dipped his head down, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin on your neck, as his hand continued to move in that steady rhythm between your thighs. "You're all mine, princess. No one else gets to touch you, to make you needy and desperate for release like this. Say it. Tell me you're mine.â
"I'm yours." You moaned, your hips bucking slightly, seeking more friction than what he was giving you.Â
You hated how in control he was.
You hated the way his fingers alone made the heat within you build, threatening to snap.
You hated the way you didn't really hate any of it.
He grinned as he continued to leave marks on your neck, moving down to your chest. "Louder, princess. I want you to say it, louder. I want you to admit how much you need me." His hand between your legs moved faster, applying more pressure, knowing it will drive you crazy.
You let out a loud, needy moan. "Need you so bad, Az. . . So bad. . . Please. . !" You gasped.
You needed him. You hated how much you needed him, but at the end of the day, the two of you were mates, destined to be, and maybe, just maybe, the harsh words exchanged could turn into soft, reassuring words. . . Unlikely, but possible. . . Maybe.Â
"Good girl. That's it, princess. I like it when you're needy like this. I love knowing that you're all mine. I love hearing you begging for me." He says against your chest, his mouth moving down to one of your sensitive mounds. He continued to suck and lick, his hand between your legs still moving steadily, but he could feel how eager you were, how impatient you were getting. "Be a good girl for me, princess. Tell me what you want. You need to ask for it.â
âFuck me, Az. . . Please. . .â
He chuckled, a low, possessive growl coming from his chest. There was an intense look on his face as he slowly moved his hands away from their placements â stealing his fingers away from your core before you could come around them â gently grabbing you by the hips and pulling you forward off the vanity. With ease, he pushed you up against the wall next to the mirror, pressing himself against you.
He moved his hips forward, letting you feel how hard you made him, letting you feel how much he'd been wanting you. "I'm going to make you remember who you belong to. Who you've always belonged to." He looked into your eyes, his expression full of desire and possession, a hint of a smirk on his face.
You glared slightly but gasped softly as he pressed forward, entering you inch by inch.Â
He let his mouth roam over your neck again, moving down to the top of your chest, gently nipping and sucking on the skin, leaving marks that would be visible in the morning. His hands stayed firmly on your hips, keeping you in place as he slowly moved in and out of you.
"You're mine, princess. You're mine, not only in this room, but out there too. Everyone needs to know who you belong to.â
"Fuck you." You ground out, fighting back a moan at how he was making you feel. But the moan spilled out anyway.
He grinned against your skin, knowing he was getting to you. "That's it, princess. You can try and be defiant, but you'll eventually break. You'll break for me, like you always do. That mouth of yours is always going to end up wide open, just for me, whether you admit it or not." He moved his head up, looking into your eyes, his intense stare holding you captive.
You moaned as he hit a certain spot before growling and capturing his lips in a fiery, lustful kiss. It was new territory, but something within you told you to do it. . . Perhaps it was that taunting golden string tethering your souls together. . . Or maybe you just wanted him to shut the fuck up.
He quickly took control of the kiss, pushing your head up against the wall as he dominated you. His hips moved harder and faster against yours, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room, combining with the sound of your and his moans.
"You're mine, princess. No one else can make you feel like this.â
You knew without a doubt in your mind that he was right. No one could. No one would.
He couldn't take his eyes off of you, watching your face twist into ecstasy and pleasure, hearing your moans and sounds fill the room. He loved how shamelessly you gave yourself over to him, how you couldn't fight it, no matter how much you'd tried before. He loved how you were his.
He moved his hands from your hips, one gripping your neck again, his fingers lightly closing around your throat, the other moving to your thigh, hitching your leg up over his hip, giving him a deeper angle to work with.
Your eyes rolled back as you moaned louder. Gods, he knew your body far too well. Your desires. Just the right way to push your buttons â just the right angle to thrust mercilessly into you.Â
He loved the sound of your moans, the way your body was responding to him, the way your eyes rolled back when he pushed you right to the edge. He knew you better than anyone else, and he loved that he had this power over you, that you willingly gave into that power, even if you didn't like it a few minutes ago. He knew you needed this, just as much as he needed you.Â
He leaned forward, whispering against your ear, his voice low and gruff. "You're mine... say it. I want to hear you say it, princess.â
"Shut up." You moaned out with a slight groan.
He chuckled against your skin. You could always try to resist him, but you'd never be able to win. He loved how stubborn you were, but he also loved being able to take that stubbornness away from you, to make you completely surrender to him.
"You just can't help defying me, can you, princess? But then again, I know exactly how to set you straight, don't I?" He tightened the grip around your neck, his fingers pressing against your pulse point, knowing how wild it would make you.Â
"Fuck â I'm yours." You moaned pathetically. "I fucking hate you, but I'm yours. . .â
"That's right, princess. You're mine. Now, and always. You can hate me and fight me all you want, but deep down, you know that you belong with me..â He continued to move against you, faster and harder, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.Â
He moved his hand down, his thumb gently tracing slow circles against your clit, adding even more sensation and pleasure.Â
You knew he could tell you were close. He always could. The way your breath caught. The way you subtly met his thrusts. The way you clenched around him so sinfully and your eyes fluttered closed.
"Give in, princess. Let yourself go. Let yourself feel all of this.â
Then pleasure crashed into you as the steadily growing, hot coil snapped and you fell over the edge right into an orgasm, your breathing heavy as you slowly began coming down from the high.
Seeing you completely lose yourself sent him over the edge, his release intense and powerful, his body going taut as he let himself go inside you, his forehead falling against yours as he leaned against you, trying to catch his breath.
He took a few moments to regain his bearings, his body still pressed up against yours as his hands gently held your hips, still holding you in place.
There was some part of you that wanted to ask him to stay, but as he slowly separated the two of you, setting your feet back on the smooth hardwood floor with shaky legs, before going to locate his clothes that he had hastily discarded in the heat of the moment, you knew this was how it was.Â
He dressed, sparing a quick glance back at you before leaving your room. Wordlessly. Leaving you with his cum slowly spilling out of you. . . You also knew that you'd have to start another argument with him tomorrow. . . Just so you could have him close again.
Because even you knew that you didn't truly hate him.
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Written Between the Lines
Interlude - Meddling With Our Hearts
Summary: Five times someone interferes with yours and Aemondâs relationship and one time you decide to take the reins and shape your own fate.
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader
Word count: 6,9k
Warnings: canon-typical incest (uncle-niece)
Notes: Hello!! How have you all been? This one came out faster than I expected! Yay!
Okay, just to explain a few things, so this chapter is a bonus, non-chronological chapter in the story. It is separated into items, as it follows the â5+1 Thingsâ model, spanning across several years. In item 1, Reader and Aemond are very young, around 4 and 6 respectively (and Aegon is around 10), whereas items 2, 3, 4 and 5 are set after chapter 1 of this story (think episodes 6 and 7 of season 1). Lastly, the last item is set in the middle of chapter 2.Â
I am having lots of fun writing for Aemond, so much so I have a few ideas for unrelated one-shots I plan on writing for him. Anyway, I really really hope you enjoy this!
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1. Aegon Targaryen
As young children, wherever Aemond Targaryen was you were never too far behind. As the eldest of Rhaenyra Targaryenâs children, you were often regarded as a possible successor of your motherâs to the title of the Realmâs Delight, being soft and sweet and so very beautiful even from such a young age. There was no shortage of people wanting to gaze upon you, spoil you with attention and possibly win over the favor of the heir to the Iron Throne after King Viserys I. But there was only ever one person whose attention you truly craved.
With the birth of your younger brother Jace and your motherâs pregnancy with yet another child, your parentsâ attention was naturally split. It wasnât to say they neglected you or favored your brother above you, oh no, but it was only natural that you were no longer their sole focus, even more fickle given their duties at court. Your father in particular, Ser Laenor, tried to give you as much attention as he possibly could, but even then that was restricted to specific times of the day, mostly at supper and after. It was an adjustment, for sure, and for a little while you resented your little brother, but you were quick to find another source of the attention you craved somewhere else: your uncle Aemond. You couldnât possibly know why, nor had you ever thought about it, but you were drawn to him in ways you could not explain. And the feeling seemed to be mutual.
Aemond Targaryen, as the second son of King Viserys and his fourth child, was most often overlooked by many in court. He wasnât Rhaenyra, who held their fatherâs unconditional love, or Aegon, who carried the title of his first male child, and matters were made worse by the fact that his dragon egg had yet to hatch, whereas Aegonâs had done so when he was still pretty young, and Helaena had quickly claimed Dreamfyre. Even his mother, who once doted on him like never before, had lessened her attention over him, as her fourth pregnancy progressed and her affection usually leaned more towards her only daughter.Â
So when his little niece, barely old enough to attend lessons, had developed a fascination towards him and would often trail behind him wherever he went, he absolutely basked in the attention that was so freely given. You, who had no obligation to him other than to be cordial at best, gazing up at him with adoration in those innocent eyes made him cherish the moments you spend together.
It was only natural, then, that the two of you could often be found in each otherâs presence. Whenever neither of you were having lessons and were left to your own devices, you seemed to always find each other, your tiny hand enveloped in Aemondâs not much bigger one as he pulled you behind him towards whatever destination he had in mind.
âWhere we going, Aem?â your sweet voice, not yet able to properly speak his name, would often ask. The library, the dragonpit, the gardens, it didnât truly matter as long as you were together.
Aem.
The nickname you had bestowed upon him was one of his deepest treasures. To everyone else he was either Aemond, son or brother, and two of these he had to share with other people, but to you, and to you alone, he was Aem. It was something so inherently his, something to share with you and only you. It reminded him of you, of the devotion and admiration you held for him, something no one else seemed to have for him, and he never wanted to let go of it.
But as he would be reminded time and time again he should never hope, nor should he wish for good things for himself, for they could be ripped from him at a momentâs notice. Â
The day had started out like any other: after your lessons you had quickly scrambled out of your quarters to find Aemond and spend the day together. He had decided, then, to take you to the training grounds to watch some of the knights train.
âSee that one over there?â he pointed to a man, just barely out of adolescence, training with Criston Cole âThat is Ser Arryk. Or could he be Erryk? It matters not, either way, both of them are really good. Ser Criston is training them to be the newest members of the Kingsguard.â
âWow.â you sounded from next to him, mesmerized by the clash of the swords.
âImpressive, hm?â he then pointed to another man who was supervising the training âSer Criston, over there, he is the best knight in all the realms. I hope to train under him and be as good as he is one day.âÂ
He was eager to start training with the sword, like his older brother already did. His mother had promised him that he could start his own training after his next nameday, though it was still a few moons away, he was already eagerly waiting for that moment.
âYou be amazing knight in future, Aem.â you turned towards him then, that look of pure reverence made warmth spread in his chest, for he felt your words were true.
âAem?!â a familiar voice cackled behind the two of you, and Aemond could feel the cold dread seeping into his heart like it usually did when his brother decided to torment him.
Aegon marched over in your direction, almost an entire head taller than Aemond, and ruffled his younger brotherâs hair with a tad more force than necessary.
âOh, Aemy, you will be such an amazing knight one day.â he spoke in a poor imitation of your own voice, high pitched and overly sweet and dreamy. Your face was scrunched in anger and poorly contained humiliation, and had the two of you not been under scrutiny Aemond would have found it adorable.
âAegon, stop it!â he tried defending the two of you but he couldnât stop his own cheeks from lighting up in embarrassment.
âAemy, oh, Aem. Perhaps our mothers will marry us off to one another and I can carry your children.â Aegon chuckled before flicking his brother on the forehead âYou would surely want that, wouldnât you, you twat?â
You couldnât take it anymore. With a warcry unbefitting of a princess of the realm you delivered a sharp kick to Aegonâs shin, the only part of him you could really reach, before running off with tiny droplets streaming down your cheeks. Aemond tried going after you, holding your wrist, but you swatted his hand away and disappeared around the corner.
âShe attacked me!â Aegon complained, voice strained from the intensity of the blow, utterly baffled at how something so small could carry so much strength.
âOh, please!â Aemond pushed past his brother, annoyed, before stomping away towards his own quarters âIt barely scratched. And you deserved it.â
For the next three days you ignored both of them, preferring to spend your days with Heleana. Whenever he asked about you, his mother would claim you didnât wish for visitors and would rather stay in the company of your aunt. Aemond couldnât deny that it stung, the only person he felt cared for him deeply, no longer wanting to spend time with him.
So he was overjoyed when, on the fourth day, you approached him as if nothing had ever happened, your expression light and smile bright as you held his hand.
âWhere we going, uncle?â and his face fell, joy completely dissipating and giving way to sadness.Â
You refused to call him by his previous nickname after that day, opting to refer to him only as âuncleâ going forward, and Aemond felt an overwhelming longing for things to go back to the way they were. He couldnât help the resentment he felt towards Aegon for ruining what you had, for he felt it in his bones that things between the two of you would never truly be the same again.
2. Jason Lannister
You were bored out of your very mind at the moment. You had zoned out completely and could barely hear the incessant droning of Jason Lannisterâs voice in the background as you reflected upon your life at the moment.
After that night in the bathtub where you shared your very first kiss with your uncle, you feared things between the two of you would change, and change for the worse. You didnât want that, cherishing what you had with Aemond, even if it never went anywhere beyond friendship. But you neednât have worried so much, for both of you seemed adamant in not ever speaking of that night ever again. It did sting a little if you were being honest with yourself, but you preferred that over ruining what you had.
So you were very much looking forward to spending a few hours with him before lunch when you were intercepted by Ser Jason Lannister.
âYou look wonderful today, my princess.â the man had smiled down at you.
âUh, thank you, my lord.â you answered, confused as to what he could possibly want.
âWhy donât you give me the pleasure of going on a stroll with me around the gardens?â
You didnât know why he wanted to take a stroll with you of all people. And to be fair you didnât want to spend more time than necessary in his presence. What you did want was to find Aemond and spend your day with him. But something, a strange sense of propriety and duty, held you back and you found yourself agreeing with his proposal.
Thatâs how you ended in the current situation, arm looped with his as he droned on and on and on about himself and his wealth and his castle and many other topics you couldnât care less about.Â
In your reverie you hadnât even realized you had reached the training grounds until Aemond, who had just finished his training session with Ser Criston, smiled and waved at you as he was putting a wooden shield away. You were about to wave back when Ser Jasonâs voice pulled your attention back to him once more.
âWell, princess, this is where we must part ways, unfortunately.â he gave a small bow of his head before letting go of your arm âThe maesters say it is good to keep active, so I will go see if I can find a sparring partner.âÂ
You barely spared him a courtesy as Aemond was already by your side, ready to whisk you away.
âWhat was that all about?â he asked when you were already halfway to the library, a sense of unease pulling at his heartstrings once he remembered the way your arm was linked with the older lord.
âI do not know for sure.â you shrugged âI barely paid attention to what he was saying. Something about his riches I believe, we just went on a walk around the Keep.â
He laughed then, though it lacked any mirth, and his smile no longer reached his eyes.
âWhat is it?â
âYou are so naĂŻve, niece.â he explained.
âAnd why is that?â you questioned, feeling slightly offended.
âHe wishes to court you.â
Your disgust at the thought must have been reflected very clearly upon your face, for he let out a full, genuine laugh this time.
âB-But- why?!â you tried collecting your thoughts, flabbergasted by such revelation âHe is soâŠâ
âArrogant? Boring? Plain? All of the above?â Aemond completed for you, jesting at the situation.
âOld!â you whined and he laughed even harder at your expanse âI mean it! He is older than my own father!â you got closer to him to whisper conspiratorially at him âI heard he courted mother when she was looking for a husband, and he was already considered too old for her at the time.â
His laughter echoed around the halls, a few servants stopping to stare at the two of you, dumbfounded at the way you seemed to be able to bring the usually stoic prince out of his shell.
âBut why does he wish to court me? Why not some other, older, lady?â you asked, still confused.
âWell, you are not just any lady, mandianna. You are a princess.â he explained, though his words seemed practiced, like they were reflections of not his own thoughts but those of other people âAny lord would jump at the opportunity to wed you. Chances are, in fact, that more suitors will start to flock around you for attention as you grow.â
âUgh!â your shoulders slumped under the weight of your frustration âI do not wish to marry these lords!â you threw your hands up in exasperation âI just wish to spend my days with you and Helaena! Why can I not just marry you, then?!â
He felt a twinge too tight of happiness at the notion, but chose to ignore it and listen as you continued with your rant.
âIf I were to marry one of these lords I would be miserable!â
His face softened in sympathy, remembering the conversation he overheard between his mother and grandsire regarding Aegon and Heleanaâs betrothal. He felt pained for his sister, for he knew Aegon would not treat her how she deserved, and now he was seeing the same pattern with you.
âIt is our duty, I fear, to find matches that best interest our House.â he spoke softly, but you turned towards him infuriated, and he feared he said the wrong thing.
âBut I do not want to marry for duty!â his heart clenched in his chest as he noticed your eyes brimming with tears âI want a husband who loves and cares for me, like father and mother!â
He held back his tongue, knowing that speaking his mind about the kind of love between your parents, or lack thereof, would only upset you further. There was no denying that Ser Laenor cared deeply for Rhaenyra, just not in the way a husband should a wife.
The both of you stayed quiet for a moment, you simmering in your unsettled thoughts and him disappointed he couldnât comfort you further, for this was something that was out of his hands.
âI would not mind, you know?â he heard you speak softly, turning his head to find you already looking at him.
âWhat?âÂ
âMarrying you.â you smiled softly at him âAt least with you I would be content. I could see us being happy, even.â
Your words were a soothing balm over his heart, making it clench in his chest. He, too, did find the notion appealing, he could be happy with you, hells, you already made him happy.
âIf it matters,â he spoke, trying to hide his true feelings behind a layer of nonchalance âI would not mind marrying you either.â
Your smile brightened then, and you bumped your shoulder with his.
âOne can dream, right?â you giggled, before sighing once a servant came to fetch you to clean up before lunch, annoyed that your time with him had been cut short.
But as you walked away an idea formed in his mind, and with a determination he hadnât felt in a really long time, he set off to find his half-sister.
3. Alicent Hightower
âNo.â the Queenâs voice was harsh, and Aemondâs heart filled with dread as he peaked from his hiding place behind a pillar in her solar. He knew he shouldnât eavesdrop but his traitorous heart was too anxious to wait.
âCome on, your grace.â Rhaenyra answered, clearly annoyed, a hand placed on her very pregnant stomach and another on her lower back, as if standing here arguing was bringing her physical discomfort âThe boy came to me, begging for her hand in marriage, all that was left was for him to fall to his knees. She herself has asked about the possibility of marrying him once. They are the perfect match!â
After your conversation earlier that day, Aemond had set off to find Rhaenyra and ask, no, beg her to allow him to court and eventually marry you. She had laughed in his face, and he tried not to show how her dismissal wounded his pride, until her face softened once she realized he was serious.Â
âPlease, sister.â he had even stooped so low as to address their familial bond, no matter how sour the word tasted in his mouth âAllow me to marry her. As her husband, she would want for nothing, I would protect her with my very life. And I could even⊠make her happy.â
Rhaenyraâs face softened then, for the first time realizing how much her little brother truly cared for her daughter. She had known the two of you were close, but the depth of your feelings for one another was only now being revealed to her. So she promised him she would speak with his own mother, and if Alicent agreed, then so would she. Aemondâs heart had plummeted then, knowing it would be a lot harder getting through his mother. But he wouldnât give up hope.
But hope, it seemed, was not enough.
âNo, and my answer is final.â Alicent moved about, trying to get Rhaenyra to leave and go bother someone else. Â
âAlicent,â even though she had her back towards him, Aemond could imagine the tick in his motherâs eye at the informal way Rhaenyra was addressing her âAll I am asking is that you consider it.â
âWhy do you even think they would be a good match for one another?â
âOh, by the Gods, Alicent! Can you not see how much they care for each other? The amount of time they spend together? They are practically glued at the hip at this point!â Rhaenyra threw her hands up in exasperation, and Aemond could see yourself so perfectly in your motherâs image âI will just ask my father then.âÂ
âDo not entertain that idea even for a moment!â Alicentâs voice became shrill as she glared at her former friend âWhat is this even about, hm? Are you so afraid that childâ and she pointed at Rhaneyraâs prominent bump âwill be born sooner or later bearing a striking resemblance to a certain commander of the City Watch once more that you resort to this⊠this scheming? To secure your line of succession, is that it?â
Ouch. That was low, even for Alicentâs standards.Â
Rhaenyraâs face hardened as she stepped closer to the Queen, and for a moment fear gripped Aemondâs heart that he was about to witness his mom get battered.
âMy brother, your own sonâ she spat out, genuinely angry now âbegged me to let him marry my daughter when they are older. He promised me he would be a good husband, and for once in my life I am inclined to believe him.â her face softened then, raising her hands as if to grab Alicentâs but let them drop, thinking better than to try and touch her âPlease, your grace. If there is still any care left in your heart for the love we once held for one another, please let me do this for him.âÂ
Aemond waited with bated breath for his mother to say something, anything. For once in his life he allowed himself to hope; heâd give up everything, even his dream of having a dragon of his own, just so sheâd say yes. But the longer she went without saying anything, the deeper the cracks in his heart became.
âI will not be able to change your mind, will I?â Rhaenyra asked, her face contorting in sympathy, and when Alicent shook her head, breaking his heart in a thousand tiny little pieces in the process, she sighed âThen I feel sorry for Aemond. For both of them.â
As Rhaenyra left the Queenâs solar, Aemond took his leave as well, his heart shattered and a weight heavy on his stomach, regretting even going to his half-sister in the first place. It seemed you and he could never be after all.
4. Rhaenyra Targaryen
Tears streamed down your face as you ran through the cold tunnels of Maegorâs Holdfast, not caring even for a moment that you were only dressed in a nightgown. The news you had just heard from your father regarding your motherâs decision weighed heavily in your heart, and you had to share them with your uncle immediately. It couldnât wait until the morrow, because come first light you might be gone.
âHells, niece, will you ever learn to knock?â Aemond had turned towards you once you barged inside his chambers through the secret door, freezing once he noticed the state you were in. He was in front of you in a second, holding your cheeks in his palms and forcing you to look at him âWhat happened?â
Even though his image was blurred by the tears that kept on rolling down your cheeks, barely noticing when he started collecting them with his thumbs, you could perfectly see the concern etched upon his features, and that was all it took for you to release the sobs you had been holding back, falling into his arms and hiccuping against his shoulder.
âMandianna, what happened?!â he asked, holding your trembling figure in his arms and awkwardly trying to console you, running a gentle hand up and down your back. He had never seen you in such a state before, and he did not truly know how to help, much less without knowing the cause of your distress.
Once you had calmed down enough, your wails reduced to soft sniffles, you pulled back from him, running the back of your hand through your face to try and look more presentable.
âMother has decided to move us to Dragonstone.â
Aemondâs breath hitched then.
âWhat?â he whispered, taking a step back from you.
âFather just told me. We are to leave Kingâs Landing come first light in the morrow.â
He felt his whole world crumbling before his very eyes then. He believed his heart could no longer face more damage, for it had already been broken when he overheard his mother and Rhaenyraâs conversation a sennight before, but he felt it shatter all over again at your words.
âC-Can you not stay behind?â With me?, he wanted to ask as his own eyes started filling with tears.
âI asked, but father says we are all to go. Me, Jace, Luke and baby Joffrey.â
His heart was beating widely in his chest, twisting painfully at the prospect of having to face everyday at court without you to keep him company, to keep him sane.
âWe can write, of course, but-â you started, voice still trembling.
âIt will not be the same.â he completed for you.Â
It was true, wasnât it? Things were about to change. On one hand he wouldnât have to face the teasing from Jace and Luke, just Aegon, the main instigator. But on the other hand he would lose you, which was so much worse.
But then he noticed how your lower lip had started quivering again and realized he had put quite a lot of distance between the two of you. Not wanting you to jump to the wrong conclusions he crossed the space he had created and cupped your cheeks, looking sternly into your eyes.
âIt does not change anything.âÂ
âAemond-â you looked at him with sympathy and disbelief but he wasnât having it.
âNo. It does not change anything between us.â he spoke, determined âI will write to you every single day, and I expect a response every time. It will be like you never left. You can fly on dragonback and come visit. And when I get my dragon, I will visit you in return.â
Your smile, although tentative and still wobbly, returned to your face and he felt relief wash through him.
âYou said so yourself, the lines promised me I will have a dragon.â he rejoiced at hearing you giggle âI have to make good use of them when time comes.â
A comfortable silence settled over the two of you. Something in your eye, glimmering with a blazing hope, compelled Aemond to lean forward, resting his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as he took everything in.
âWe will still be the same.â he felt you move, nodding against his head, never once moving away âWe will still be us.âÂ
And even though, or perhaps exactly because neither of you could prevent the events that would unfold in the following weeks, both of you believed it with every ounce of your souls.
5. Aemond TargaryenÂ
âAemond.â you knocked once more, your knuckles red and starting to ache from their incessant contact with the hard wood âQÈłbor, please open the door.â
He hadnât left his temporary chambers in days, and no one would let you see him. After the whole ordeal with Vhagar and the fight between your two mothers in the grand hall at Driftmark after the loss of his eye, Aemond was whisked away to the quarters he was stationed at during his stay so the maesters could work properly on his wound and for him to sleep off the copious amounts of milk of the poppy he had been given.
Having talked to your brothers and cousins and understood what had gone down, you started feeling a tad guilty for the way you reacted to it. Yes, you were still hurt over what he had said about your brothers and, by extension, you. But at the same time you had let him go when he was the most vulnerable, he had just lost an eye for the Godsâ sake. And yet, even though you were hurting, so was he, he needed you and yet you let go and ran from him.
So you had decided you needed to talk. Perhaps, if you apologized for Lukeâs actions and your own behavior, heâd offer an apology of his own, for calling your brothers bastards and for not extending Rhaena the courtesy of trying to claim her late motherâs dragon before him. Then, having cleared the air, you could move past this and go back to the way things were, with exchanged letters and promises of visiting one another.Â
But your attempts seemed futile. There was always a guard stationed in front of his door, denying you entrance every single time you asked. Even though they were stern, hardened by their training, you tried using your authority as princess to order them to let you through, but to no such luck.
âApologies, princess.â they would say, a smidge of sympathy and annoyance in their tone âThe prince is to receive no visitors. Orders from her grace, the Queen.â
Panic was starting to grip at your heart, for your time was running out. Eventually, as soon as Aemond was recovered enough to travel, King Viserys and his family would leave Driftmark and return to Kingâs Landing. By then it would be too late. If you didnât speak to him now, you would lose Aemond forever. That is, if you hadnât already lost him for good. You had to speak to him, and it had to be soon, otherwise heâd leave and you would lose the one person you cared most in the world, who understood you like no one else, and would be left to drown in your own loneliness.
So you started scheming. You waited around the corridor of his chambers, waiting for rotation of the guard so you could catch his door unattended. You almost managed once, but Queen Alicent opened the door to exit the room, stopping dead in her tracks once she came face to face with you, about to knock.
âYour grace!â you were quick to recompose yourself âI came to visit the prince. I wish to see if he is faring well.â
You winced, instantly regretting your choice of words once her face hardened. Of course he wasnât faring well, he just lost his bloody eye!Â
âAemond is not receiving any visitors.â her voice was harsh, and dread overcame you as she started to walk away.
âWait!â she stopped but didnât turn around to face you as you pleaded âI just- I just want to see him.â
When she did turn her features were laced with a combination of disdain and pity. It stirred something so deep inside you you almost recoiled and ran, but you decided to endure.
âHe doesnât wish to see anyone, princess.â she spoke, her tone stern yet motherly. But the implications of her words were not lost on you.
He doesnât wish to see you.
It hurt, tears brimming in your eyes as you turned around and headed for your chambers. Â
Did he truly not wish to see you? Or did he just wish for solitude, away from everyone? Could your friendship still be mended after both of you had been hurt like this?Â
It didnât matter, afterall, for you were determined to try until the very end.
Thatâs how you found yourself in front of his door, finally alone with him, having waited patiently for the guardâs rotation and making sure his mother wasnât around. It was his final night in Driftmark before he was set to return to the capitol, and so this was your last, final chance to talk to him before that.Â
There was a light flickering inside his chambers, visible from under the door, so you knew he likely wasnât asleep, and when you had knocked for the first time, you heard a thud coming from inside, like he had bumped into some furniture, so you believed he had listened to you. But no matter how many times you knocked, he wouldnât open it, nor give any indication that he was listening.Â
âAemond, please.â you tried again âPlease, let us talk.â
The longer you went without an answer, the tighter the knot that was forming in your throat became. Growing desperate, you laid your forehead on the cold, damp wood.
âPlease.â you breathed out, not even sure he could hear you now âTalk to me, Aemond. Please.â
For a moment, a short, passing moment, you heard a flutter of movement from inside the room. Your breath hitched, a tiny flicker of unadulterated hope burning in your chest that he had heard you and was coming to talk. But it was quickly snuffed out when you heard nothing else follow.
A deep ache took over your chest, like something had dug its claws in your heart and squeezed. The inevitability of it all, the looming sense of grief over something so close yet impossibly far, out of your grasp completely, clouded your mind and had your ears ringing.
âI am sorry.â you said, taking a step back and turning around to leave âFor everything.â
As you walked away you couldnât help but feel like a part of you was missing. For you had just lost him for good. Perhaps forever.
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As you brushed off your skirts, having been sat on the grass by the weirwood tree, you set off to find your mother, determination written across your features.
You nearly ran into Luke as you walked briskly, sending a thankful look to Rhaena as she helped you steady him.
âWhere are you off to in such a rush?â Jace asked as he came up behind your brother at the same time you bypassed him and Baela and continued on your way.Â
âTo secure myself a husband!â you shouted over your shoulder, not even turning back around to address them. Now all that was left was to find your mother.
And search for her you did. It was imperative that you found her quickly, for you wanted to make sure you did this tonight. It had to be tonight. No one knew how much longer the King would live, and the moment he drew his final breath, a war would break out within your family. A war that would ravage all of the Seven Kingdoms. So you had to make sure that didnât happen while your grandire was still alive and lucid enough to give you his full support.
But Rhaenyra was nowhere to be found. The Keep was huge and there was a probability that you were both on the move and simply never crossing paths. You even stumbled upon Helaena during your search as she tended to her youngest son, Maelor.
âHave you seen my mother, aunt?â you asked after a brief and sweet exchange, though you did not hug her like you would Baela and Rhaena, for you knew she did not like to be touched.
âI have not, niece.â she bounced baby Maelor in her arms as he cooed up at her âWhy are you in such a haste to find her, if I might ask?â
âI have something of utmost importance to discuss with her.â you smirked as you added next, and by the glimmer in her eyes she understood the hidden meaning of your words âI believe I have found myself a suitable husband and must ask her to arrange our betrothal as soon as possible.â
âOh!â she smiled brightly then âSo we might be celebrating tonight.â
To your surprise and confusion, her smile faltered just a bit, her eyes becoming unfocused, before she smiled brightly again.
âWith a union forged in fire and blood, the dragonâs nest is put to rest.â
You dared not question her, for Helaena often spoke in riddles, even in your youth. Biding her farewell you went back to your task. You didnât have to search long though, for you quite literally bumped into your mother and Daemon right as you were turning down the corridor from Helaenaâs chambers.
âMother!â you exclaimed as you helped Daemon steady a once again very pregnant Rhaenyra âThere you are!â
âYou were looking for me, darling?â she asked.
âYes.â you cleared your throat, squaring your shoulders âI wish for a husband.â
That seemed to take both of them by surprise, their eyes widening.
âO-Oh!â she smiled then, still confused where this was coming from âAnd did you have someone in mind?â
âI wish to take Aemond as my husband.âÂ
âDarling.â her face softened in pity as Daemon scoffed âYou know the Queen would never allow this union.â
âThatâs not all, mother. I think I may have found a way neither she nor the Hand could refuse.â
Rhaenyra and Daemon exchanged a curious glance with one another.
âLet us hear it then.â your step-father encouraged.
âI want Aemond as my husband.â you took a steadying breath, knowing youâd have to argue the next part âAnd I want him to be King.â
âAbsolutely not!â was Daemonâs reaction, while your mother just looked⊠betrayed. And it broke your heart. You knew what she was thinking, she had just reaffirmed you as her heir, had to fight for it, and you now want to pass that off to someone else entirely?
âPlease allow me to explain.â
âWhy would you suggest such a thing?! To that cunt, of all people!â Daemon kept on raging, but his words were abruptly cut short as Rhaenyra raised her hand.
âLet her speak.â her tone was firm, and you knew you had to choose your next words carefully to plead your case.
âWord has come to me of a⊠plot against you as King Viserysâ heir.â her face twitched in anger for just a moment âThe Queen and the Hand will try to instate Aegon as King once grandsire passes.â
âWhat is new?â Daemon laughed, incredulous.
âAnd the noble houses would back his claim.â you explained âMany will not recognize you as the legitimate heir-â
âBut-â your mother tried cutting you off but you continued over her.
â-regardless of the oath they swore years ago. Simply because Aegon has a cock and you do not.â you hated how crass you sounded, but you had to get the point across âAnd then a bloody civil war would break out, for you would not let this go unpunished, am I wrong?âÂ
Rhaenyra pondered for a moment before nodding, and you took that as a sign to continue.
âA war between us, dragonlords, would absolutely decimate not only our House but also the realm. But a marriage alliance between me, your heir and future Queen, and my uncle might just make them give up on this quest.â
âOtto would never settle for his blood being just consort.â Daemon argued.
âThat is why he would not be consort.â you smirked, the catch you were waiting to reveal slipping from your lips.
âYou shouldnât give up your claim and be consort either!â your mother exclaimed.
âI would not do such a thing. I would be the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.â
Both of them looked baffled.
âNow you have lost me.â she said.
âWhen the time comes, both me and Aemond would be crowned Queen and King, and we would rule together as equals. No consorts.â
Rhaenyra took a step back from surprise, and Daemon looked like he was told the realmâs funniest joke.
âYou cannot be serious, tala!â he chuckled, but there was an undertone of disbelief to it.
âIt could work.â your mother spoke to herself.
âRhaenyra, you cannot be entertaining this ridiculous idea!â Daemon turned towards her then, wringing his hands as if to stop himself from grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking some sense into her âIt is not tradition!â
âFuck tradition!â you exclaimed a lot more harshly than you intended, and probably a lot harsher than it was appropriate.Â
You took a deep breath, trying to calm down enough.Â
âYou being heir over Aegon already breaks tradition as it is. Like I said, many will not see you as legitimate. But even if they do, and you are able to rule, the same thing would happen to me and Jace. But will you make all the great houses swear another oath to you?â Rhaneyra understood where you were going with this âHaving a husband to back me up as heir, to rule alongside me, would give me strength in my own claim. If you are already breaking traditions, what is one more, eh?â
âYou might want to keep your voice down.â Daemon spoke lowly, and you noticed he was staring at someone âThe walls have ears in this Keep.â
From the corner of your eye you saw a familiar figure, and in a moment of panic, grabbed your motherâs hand and pulled her towards the temporary chambers you were housed in. You did not want Aemond to overhear what you had to say, fearful that should anyone hear about this ahead of time it would all crumble to shambles. As Daemon joined you two, shortly after, you continued.Â
âPlease, please mother! Think about it. It might be the only way.â
Rhaenyra was silent. While Daemon looked vexed, but made no further complaints, she looked deep in thought. You knew she knew you were right. She just had to see it for herself.
âIt would be easier to convince them if we had the Kingâs approval. That is why we need to do this tonight, at supper.â
Daemon bristled but didnât say anything. Your mother on the other hand agreed, even if she believed this was all very rushed.
âWould you be happy though?â she then asked, and it was your turn to be surprised âMarrying Aemond? After everything that has happened?â
You looked between her and Daemon, and for once in your life you were certain of what you wanted.
âAemond has always been kind to me. Or most of the time, at least.â you shrugged âI believe, with due time, we could put our differences aside and rebuild what we once had. Perhaps even learn to love each other.â
Again, you meant. Learn to love each other again. At least in your case.
âThen it is settled.â she looked determined âWe will pitch this proposition tonight.â
A wave of relief washed over you. This could work, genuinely actually work. Perhaps it didnât have to end in bloodshed like you believed it would. Maybe your family could be whole again. And all of that at the cost of marrying the one you had longed for deeply in your heart once.
âHe asked for your hand once, you know.â Rhaenyra broke you out of your trance, a soft smile on her face and a far away look in her eyes, as if she was reminiscing on a fond memory. Daemon had left at some point, leaving you both alone to share this conversation, too deep and personal for anyone else to hear, in private âRight before we left for Dragonstone.â
Your heart clenched in your chest at the revelation. He had wished to marry you as well?
âHe said he could make you happy. And I believed him.â she then looked at you, cupping your cheek as pride took over her smile âI believe it still.â
You grasped at her wrist, feeling warm at the love you could feel it emanating from her.
âIf you believe you could be happy as well,â she continued âthen you have my blessing. That is all I want.â
You nodded, blinking back tears.
âI do. I will be very happy.âÂ
She nodded then, pulling you into her arms. In the safety of your motherâs embrace, you finally let yourself relax. Your fate was yours to shape how you saw fit, and you intended to make the most of it.
And you would.
High Valyrian translations: - mandianna - niece (older sisterâs son or daughter) - qÈłbor - uncle (motherâs younger brother) - tala - daughter (meant here affectionately, not by blood, as there are no terms for step-relative in High Valyrian)
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hot for teacher | schlatt 18+
A/n: this has truly been burning my brain. reader is female presenting. I will work on some more gender neutral stuff in the future I promise!! Please enjoy<3
C/w: spanking, name calling (slut), power dynamic (teacher x student), spitting, use of daddy towards the end
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Why you decided to go back to college to get another degree, you have no idea. All you know is that this class is boring as hell and you arenât sure why itâs even needed for your degree. The only upside was the fact that it was your first class of the day so you could get it over with. Plus the professor was kind of hot too.
Itâs a warm day today, way warmer than it should be for this time of year, so you decide to show a little skin to your writing class. Your skirt is just long enough to cover your ass, and your shirt is low cut and cropped. Honestly, itâs like youâre not even wearing a shirt at all.
You walk into the classroom, plopping down in the back like you usually do.
âMs (y/n),â Your professor says from the front of the room. âCome and see me please.â
You roll your eyes. Mr Schlatt might be hot, but he was strict. He didnât allow gum chewing, eating or drinking - except water, of course- and locked his classroom 5 minutes after it was meant to start so nobody who was late could get in. He constantly got under your skin about your writing and your formatting, and was seeming to start early with his criticisms of you today.
âYes, Mr Schlatt?â You ask, crossing your arms.
âDid you leave the rest of your clothes at home?â Mr Schlatt asks, raising an eyebrow.
âNo, stupid, this is it.â You scoff.
Mr Schlatt could take a lot, but seeing you like that, acting all defiant and shit pissed him off. He wanted to knock you down a peg or two. His jaw works as he glares at you.
âWhat do you want?â You ask.
âI wanted to see you because your last essay was all over the place.â Mr Schlatt says. âIt had a good foundation, but it could use some work.â
âDid I fail the assignment, or what?â You snap. âI worked hard on that essay!â
âYou would receive a 50, which is failing,â Mr Schlatt pauses. âThis essay is a large part of your grade, and your grade is already low enough as it is.â
âWhat??â You yelp. âHow could I fail?! This is ridiculous!â
âI want you to redo the essay.â Mr Schlatt adds, reaching into his desk and pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to you. âThis is an essay template. Iâd like for you to come in during any free time that you have and work on it with me.â
You glare at him. âIâm not redoing that fucking essay.â You growl.
Mr Schlattâs eyes darken in a way that youâve never seen before. He takes off his glasses and places them down gently before his eyes go back to you. Your eyes widen slightly at how scary he looks.
âFirst off, you do not speak to me like that.â Mr Schlatt says. âSecond, you will be redoing this essay. It is not a full rewrite, it is just a large edit. If you do not do this, you will receive a zero for it. And that zero would make you fail the class and you will not graduate. Am I clear?â
Your eyes widen. Surely heâs joking. This is college for fucks sake! He canât have this power over you. Especially over some essay.
âYou canât do that!â You yell.
âI can and I will,â Mr Schlatt says. âNow, from what Iâve learned over the course of the semester is that you typically have some free time around 1pm. Iâd like you to come back here at 1 so we can go over this work.â
With that, Mr Schlatt dismisses you. You stomp over to your seat and plop down, taking out your phone. You barely work in the class out of defiance, but catch Mr Schlatt glancing at you. You glare at him and he just shakes his head, leaning over to help another student.
Two classes later, you figure itâs best to just go back to Mr Schlattâs classroom. You need to graduate. You hate college and want to get out as fast as possible. You barge into the room, making Mr Schlatt look up at you. He heaves a sigh.
You have to be Mr Schlattâs least favorite student, but he cannot stop thinking about how you need to be put in your place. You are a student, and he is a professor. He deserves respect, and youâre going to give him that respect one way or another.
âGlad to see that you came back,â Mr Schlatt says.
Itâs the end of his day and his tie is loosened, his sleeves are rolled up, and his hair is messy. You sit in the seat across from his desk and look at him while he finishes scribbling something down. Turning the paper over, he looks at you.
âLetâs get this over with.â You sigh.
The first few minutes of the edit are simple enough. You sigh and try and add in the notes that Mr Schlatt left for you.
âThis is stupid,â You grumble. âWhy canât you just pass me?â
âI want you out of my class just as much as you want to get out of it,â Mr Schlatt says. âBut I canât just pass you because you want to leave. You have to earn that right.â
You sit quietly for a moment, then a smirk breaks out on your face.
âIs there any other way that you could pass me?â You ask, twirling some hair around your finger.
Mr Schlattâs eyes narrow. âNo,â He grits. âNow finish writing.â
Thankfully for him, you donât notice Mr Schlattâs pants becoming tighter at the crotch. Youâre pushing his limits and if you donât stop soon, youâre going to be pushed into his officeâs supply closet and taught a lesson.
âYouâre too hot to be this rude,â You grumble.
âYouâre too old to be this defiant.â Mr Schlatt snaps back. âYou have two seconds to continue this last paragraph or Iâm kicking you out and you can fail the class.â
You look up at him and smirk. âMake me.â
The band holding Mr Schlatt back snaps and he stands up, slamming his palms on the wooden desk.
âGet into my office,â He growls. âNow.â
You jump at the loud noise as your eyes widen. You stare up at Mr Schlatt dumbfounded.
âDid I stutter?â He asks. âGet up and get into my office.â
You stand up so quickly that the chair that you were sitting in nearly falls over. Mr Schlatt leads you into his office and closes the door, locking it. Youâre speechless, but the slowly growing puddle in your panties speaks volumes.
With two long strides, Mr Schlatt is inches from your face. Heâs so close that you can smell the whiskey that he puts in his coffee to deal with students like you. Your knees nearly give out but you lean against the wall.
âYouâve been pushing me and pushing me (y/n).â Mr Schlatt breathes. âIâm so close to losing control.â
You smile softly. âThen lose control.â You reply.
âYou sure about that, dollface?â Mr Schlatt smirks. âI donât think youâll be able to handle it.â
âTry me.â You reply.
In a swift motion, youâre grabbed and bent over the wooden desk in Mr Schlattâs office. He kicks your ankles apart and presses his crotch against your ass, yanking your hair back. You gasp and bite your lip.
âNow, (y/n),â Mr Schlatt breathes. âThis is your last chance to back out.â
âNo way.â You sigh.
âStubborn little slut,â Mr Schlatt grumbles, landing a harsh smack on your ass. âNow be fuckinâ quiet. Canât have anyone hearing what a slut you are.â
Before you can respond, Mr Schlattâs thick fingers find their way between your legs and to your swollen clit. Your knees finally give out, but thankfully youâre lying on the desk.
âOh fuck,â you whine.
âYouâre already so wet,â Mr Schlatt smirks. âIs this from being a defiant brat?â
You canât help but nod as he presses against the nub, pleasure shooting through you. You yelp as your shorts and panties are ripped down, exposing your ass.
âI think you need an attitude adjustment, donât you?â Mr Schlatt leans down, his breath hot against your ear.
You watch as he grabs a ruler off of the desk and you squirm against him.
âNo!â You manage. âI donât need an attitude adjustment!â
Mr Schlatt ignores you and pins your hands behind your back. Your eyes screw shut and you whimper softly. The defiance is gone and your clit throbs as you wait for the ruler to smack your ass.
âCount âem for me, slut.â Mr Schlatt says before the ruler comes down on your ass with a harsh slap.
âFuck!â You yelp. âOne.â
Smack.
Smack.
SMACK.
The ruler snaps as tears begin to fall. Mr Schlatt tosses the other piece of the ruler to the side before rubbing a soothing hand on your ass.
âNow, have you learned your lesson?â Mr Schlatt asks, releasing your wrists.
âMhm.â You sniffle.
âAtta girl.â Mr Schlatt praises. âNow since you took that so well, turn over.â
He helps you turn onto your back and as soon as youâre facing him, he kneels.
âWhat are you doing?â You ask.
âRewarding you, the fuckâs it look like Iâm doing?â Mr Schlatt asks, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.
His facial hair tickles slightly, making goosebumps rise on your skin. The closer his kisses get to your center, the more desperate you get. Youâre nearly dripping on the desk now and can barely take anymore. So, you grip Mr Schlattâs hair and tug, shoving his face into your cunt. He grunts in surprise but then starts licking.
He switches from soft featherlike licks to harsh sucking. You look down at the man between your legs, and heâs flushed, eating you out like itâs his last goddamn meal. Heâs slurping up your juices and the way his eyes are closed and his arms are wrapped around your thighs bring you closer.
âF-fuck, Mr SchlattâŠâ You moan. âYou feel so good.â
Mr Schlatt looks up at you and his pupils are blown. His normal chocolate brown eyes are nearly black as he pulls away from your pussy, a string of juices and saliva connecting the two of you.
âDaddy.â He rasps.
âHuh?â
âCall me Daddy.â
You smile down and grip his hair, shoving his face back where you need it most. The action makes his cock twitch in his pants and precum dot at his tip. A harsh suck on your clit makes you arch your back.
âDaddy, fuck!â You mewl. âKeep doing that.â
Mr Schlatt groans against you, reaching up and probing your wet hole with his thick finger. He slides it in effortlessly and is quick to find the spot that makes your vision blur.
Your thighs clench on his head as you feel the tightness in your stomach. The grip that you have on his hair is like iron as you grind your hips. Your orgasm hits you like a truck, your hole squeezing Mr Schlattâs finger like a vice. He allows you to ride it out, the noises youâre making only driving him closer to his own orgasm.
With one minor leg adjustment, Mr Schlattâs cock brushes against his zipper just right and he cums. He groans against you, hips thrusting into nothing. Heâs sure he looks pathetic, but he doesnât give a fuck. Heâs got his hottest studentâs pussy in his mouth right now.
He pulls back once youâre done and stands up. You gasp as he grips your jaw with a smile.
âOpen.â He orders.
You allow your jaw to go slack and Mr Schlatt allows a big glob of spit to land in your mouth. You swallow, tasting yourself.
âGood girl.â Mr Schlatt praises, patting your cheek.
âAm I gonna pass?â You ask, looking up at him through your lashes.
âWe might have to have a few more meetings to go over things, but I think youâll manage a passing grade.â
You leave Mr Schlattâs office that afternoon and walk off, your clit still throbbing. Youâre sure the next few meetings arenât going to be nearly as boring as you thought they would be.
#jschlatt#chuckle sandwich#jschlatt smut#jschlatt x reader#charlie slimecicle#chuckle sandwich smut#ted nivison#schlatt#ted nivision x reader#schlatt x reader
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Iâll Never Leave You
Eddie x Buck
Summary: Eddie and Buck have a deep conversation on Eddies couch after Buck came over after his break up with Tommy.
Warnings: not proof read, unsure of what im even writing.
A/n: Im still not over Bucktommy break up. Blah blah blah yeah yeah yeah they only brought Tommy back for one reason.
Im still sad ok.
In my head this is what i need to see in the next episode. What i imagine is happening.
In no way am i trying to make Tommy the bad guy in this. If you have seen any of my other posts since Epi 6, you know i love Tommy and im a multi shipper.
ââââââ
âTommy broke up with me.â Buck muttered. Its the first thing either of them said since they sat in the couch, the case of beer almost empty.
Eddie paused and made his known face he makes when Buck tells him he broke up with is current partner.
He turns his head and sees how hurt Buck is. Of course breaking up with someone is hard but Tommy was good for Buck so even Eddie is feeling sad for Buck.
âIâm sorry Buck.â Eddie rubs Bucks shoulder reassuringly as he finishes off his beer.
The two sat there in silence again as Eddie doesnât want to push Buck to talk and Buck is wondering why no one stays in his life.
âWe both dated Abby.â
âReally?â Eddie furrows his brows as he proceeds to think of what Buck just said.
âYep. Tommy and Abby were engaged. And after that i was the himbo.â
âHimbo?â Eddie snorted but quickly cleared his throat when he saw the look Buck was giving him.
âSorry.â
Eddie got up and grabbed another six pack from the fridge bringing it into the living room handle Buck another beer.
âI asked him to move in with me.â
âYou did?â Eddie thinks of how long him and Tommy have been together but then again he cant say anything. He asked Marisol to move in with him.
âThen he said that âIâ would end up breaking his heart because he knows how this ends.â
Buck leaned his head back against the couch as he finished off another beer.
âI thought he was the one. He said that he was my first not my last. But they can be they same thing, thats what i told him. He didnt believe me. Do you believe me?â Buck looks over at Eddie who is fingering his beer bottle.
âY-yeah, sureâŠ.they can be the same thing.â Eddie mumbles out. The beer is starting to get to him.
Buck puffs out his cheeks as he looks down at the floor. He notices Eddie is still just in his underwear and a button down with the collar flipped up. But he doesnât say anything about it.
âEveryone always leaves me.â Buck says after minutes of silence. A tear falls down his cheek but he wipes it away.
âMaddie has left me multiple times, my parents clearly didnt want me in the first place. Bobby left. The damn lawsuit. And everytime i ask someone to move in with me, they leave.â Buck named off everyone whos ever left him making him realize that maybe hes the problem.
âBuck we are all way past the lawsuit.â Eddie reminds him. âBobby came back to the 118. Maddie and Chimney are here and Hen is here.â
âI know. I just wish people who claim they love me would stay.â Buck says
âWe all love you Buck.â
âNot like that.â
Eddie turns his head and looks at Buck, the conversation at the coffee shop with Father Brian.
âYouâll always have me Buck.â Eddie tells him, he feels his heart beat start to race and he starts to feel sweat droplets around his forehead.
Buck turned his head looking at Eddie and repeated what Eddie had just said in his head trying to put it in place with the conversation.
âWhat do you mean by that?â Buck asks
âI- i um⊠Iâm your best friend.â
âYeah?â Buck can clearly tell something is going on with Eddie, and its not how drunk he is something was going on before he got there.
âI lied to you.â Eddie says, he sees the hurt fill Bucks face even more and it makes him feel even worse.
âAbout what?â Buck asks him. âBeing my best friend?â
âNo. About me. Who i am.â He sees the pain he caused turn into confusion on Bucks face.
âI went and talked to Father Brian and he said that Iâm punishing myself of âjoyâ told me to find a way to express myself.â Eddie explains
âIs that why you shaved?â Buck asks
âPart of it.â
âThe other part is because i was hiding from myself.â Eddie confessed. He found it easy to talk to Buck, he didnt feel pressure or judged.
âAre you done hiding from yourself?â Buck asks. He knows Eddie feels like a failed parent since Chris is in Texas with his parents.
He knows Eddie hasnt been himself since and he hasnât wanted to push him about it.
âIm not sure.â Eddie says âtheres something else.â
Buck reaches for another beer, as he leans back onto the couch hes a bit closer to Eddie. Their arms brush against each other as Buck takes a swig of the beer. Waiting for someone to say another word.
âFind joyâ Eddie mumbles
âHmm?â Buck looks over at Eddie.
âJoy.â Eddie places a hand on Bucks cheek as he looks into Bucks blue eyes.
âEddie.â Buck says, the hand on his cheek feeling like a hot mold leaving a scar on his face.
This had to be the beer because why is Eddie staring into his sould wetting his lips with his tongue.
âKiss me.â Eddie whispers
âW-what?â
âKiss me.â He repeats
At first Buck thought he was joking there was no way Eddie wanted him to kiss him. Eddie was straight to his knowledge.
âA-are you sure?â Buck asks as he notices the tent in Eddies underwear. Its pretty easy to see since hes not wearing any pants.
âYes.â
Eddie asking Buck to kiss him sobered him up but as soon as Buck leaned down and placed his lips on Eddies he was drunk again.
Eddies lips were warm and soft against his.
Eddie adjusted himself on the couch so Buck was above him between his legs.
Bucks tongue worked its way ino Eddies mouth as Eddies fingers slipped under his shirt.
The two were shirtless chest to chest as they made out.
âIs this what joy feels like?â Eddie asks
âYes.â Buck quickly answered.
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As Buck laid on Eddies bare chest listening to his heart beat all these thought were rushing through his mind.
His boyfriend just broke up with him, he came to his best friendâs house to drink a beer and to not be a lone only to have ended up making out with his best friend.
That was a very Buck 1.0 move.
He just made out with his best friend who hasnt came out to himself.
What if it was all the beer?
What if this isnt what Eddie really wants?
Buck cant go back like nothing happened.
âââ-
A/n: Iâll probably write another story once we know what happens next episode.
#911#911 fandom#911 abc#oliver stark#evan buckley#911 cast#911 fox#ryan guzman#eddie diaz#buddie canon#buddie fanfic#buddie fic#buddie 911#buck x eddie#eddie x buck#911 fic#911 fanfic#911 season eight#911 s8 speculation#911 season 8#911 s8 spoilers
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youâre eren jeager. youâre eight years old and trapped inside walls your entire life and hate every second of it and then your best (and only) friend shows you thereâs a possibility of more, of the outside world, of freedom. you're nine years old and you just killed someone for the first time because what they were doing was wrong and as much you like to pretend it didn't affect you because they were just filthy animals, you still get nightmares about it. you're ten years old and you dream of joining the scouting legion so you can finally see the outside world because they represent freedom for you due to their symbol, but oh the titans just broke down the walls and your mom got eaten right in front of you and suddenly it's much bigger than that, it's not just a dream, it's a goal, so you can get rid of every last one of them. youâre twelve years old and people keep on telling you, youâre not gonna make it, you wonât last in the military and youâll never achieve your goal, and you prove them wrong, every. single. time. youâre fifteen years old and you finally made it, but you wake up and there are a thousand guns pointed at you and the two people you love most in the world are standing between you and danger (as always, and you hate yourself and you feel so guilty and you feel so useless) and theyâre asking you if youâre human or a titan and that makes absolutely no sense, because of course youâre human but that does not matter. you get hated on, you are experimented on, you get tortured and through all of this, you push forward because you believe youâre making a difference and youâre helping humanity survive and if youâre suffering through all of this? itâs okay, because you deserve it, i mean, look at how many people die so you can live, look how many times your friends get put into dangerous situations, look at how mikasa and arminâs lives keep on getting shittier because they continue to care about you and through all of this, people treat you as humanityâs hope or as a weapon, but never as a person, because thatâs not what you are for them and they keep on saying that if you want to save anybody and make a difference, you have to learn how to control your powers and how to make sacrifices, to let go of your humanity in order to do it. youâre sixteen years old and you know everything youâre going to do, and you want to tell it to the people you trust but you donât want to burden them with that knowledge because they already have enough on their plate as it is. youâre eighteen years old and you tried to change the outcome from the things youâve seen multiple times, but every single time you fail because every decision has already been made for you and youâre helpless to do anything but watch, you try to find a different solution, however everything you think of, brings about the doom for your people. youâre nineteen years old and you abandoned everything you cared about in order to reach your goal, everybody hates you, but not as much as you hate yourself, but itâs okay because at least (most of) the people you love will be safe and you will die by the hands of the woman you love, itâs more than you deserve because now you truly are the devil theyâve always accused you of being. and in the end the boy who longed for freedom, was the most entrapped of them all.
#eren jaeger#eren yeager#why there are two ways to write his last name??#i always wonder#but anyway can you tell i just love my boy?#and that in a kinder world he would be kinder too?#i donât exactly remember what sprung this on#but iâm sick and tired of people reducing eren to a single trait of his#like yes. he IS capable of atrocious things like the rumbling#heâs also capable of love and compassion#and these two things can co-exist#and while itâs a little bit of nature for him because heâs always longed for freedom#itâs also about nurture because of the environment he was in#and the way people treated#even armin actually (though i love their relationship)#the only person who ever treated like a human being was mikasa (but then she made him feel helpless not on purpose but she did)#and carla before she died#again nobody did on purpose#anyway this got reaaally long#it was sitting in my drafts for a while#eremika#but only because itâs canon#because this post is about eren#even though i love them
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ok so i hit 30 tags pretty early so i wanted to add extra thoughts under here i am SOOO SORRY OMFG ITS SO MUCH đđ GOD
attempt 1 at reading - thoughts:
i love how you wrote the nervousness and hesitation of both reader and atsumu ): this relationship feels so genuine and realistic, like every thought is so real and complex and it all just plays out soooo vividly in my head. i can literally feel every single thing in MY SOUL. it got me holding my breath, my heart racing, my stomach churning
the kiss . the first kiss where mr suna interrupted . when i tell you i read it like this >//////< EXCEPT MY HAND WAS CLASPED SO TIGHTLY OVER MY MIUTH. oh my god the reaction i had. it really felt like a first kiss all over again, i was genuinely WARM and all blushy
attempt 2 at reading - thoughts:
i loved how u wrote out the tension again .. and your characterization for all of them ?? kita being all observant? osamu being all curious ?
the emotional rollercoaster i am on in this chapter is crazy. i took my first break after suna interrupted (the kiss killed me), and im taking my second break right after atsumu confesssd (i was killed a second time). i was irritated during the cafe bc WHY r u avoiding me, and then the next second iâm like squealing đ the way that u write yue !! the way that u write . i am such a mess right now give me another moment
attempt 3 at reading - thoughts:
holy shit this scene . the kissing ? THE AAY YOU DESCDIBED IT from the first kiss ?? this one made my stomach FLIP omfg .
oh god the neck kisses . the .. the everything . my left leg has goosebumps idk why itâs only my left leg am i okay yue ? am i okay whatâs wrong with me
i have a little ways to go iâm almost done but i need yet another break holy shit i have been reduced to a dizzy lil mess what have i become
attempt 4 at reading - thoughts:
oh my god ): oh my god ): what am i even supposed to say here. i love how u wrote the smut part ?? it feels like actual love ? he is so sweet pls
osamu interrupting had me jolting upright BECAUSE SUNA FIRST NOW OSAMU ? is kita the next victim ?? poor baby
AGHHH THE ENDING IS SO CUTE i fr feel like im in an anime ): i feel so pretty and so lovely THIS WAS SO LOVELYYY TYSMMM YUE FOR WRITING THIS
v. MISUNDERSTANDINGS
miya atsumu x f!reader
ââ next: vi. Epilogue: Sakura sweetness | series masterlist
synopsis: A drunken conversation with Atsumu leads to a cascade of events that has your mind practically exploding with endless questions, and with the way Atsumu has been acting, you want clear answers, and youâll get them one way or anotherâeven if it meant arguing in the twinsâ shared apartment on a late Thursday afternoon.
chapter content warning: college au, mentions of alcohol use, intoxicated characters, cockblocker suna (rip), angst, hurt/comfort, awkward tension, atsumu & reader are dumbasses, arguing, light smut (mdni; nothing too explicit), nsfw, implied unprotected s*x, fluff towards the end yay, kita graduates from uni!, mutual pining, slow burn, requited unrequited love, friends to lovers, not beta read.
word count: 6.1k
notes: AAACKKKK last chapter!! also happy 1 month to this series !! iâm surprised i got to finish this in less than 2 months lmao considering how slow i am w writing :< divider: cafekitsune.
Light. Everything felt lightâyour head, body, voice, heart.
It felt like all the weight of your shoulders had been lifted, and you could be as carefree as a bird soaring through cerulean skies to be one with the wind. Because right this very moment, nothing mattered at all, not even the fact that you stood before the person youâve been trying to avoid since the new year rolled around.
Tucked neatly at the back of your mind like a silent reminder, you knew you shouldnât trust your intoxicated self right nowâwhether it be your thoughts or feelings but the urge to stop wasnât there, and you felt extremely optimistic about thisâall thanks to the burning alcohol that clouded every bit of your judgement.
Everything felt right.
As you met his caramel gaze, your vision tunnelled, everyone, and everything that surrounded both of you slowly turned into nothing but a mix of hazy hues, upbeat music that spilled from the speakers fading into the distance as you, and Atsumu entered your own worldâeven the orange-haired male with the bright, doe eyes melted away from your view.
Just you, and Atsumu, exactly how it was supposed to be.
With a bated breath, Atsumu wordlessly nodded, and awaited your next move, as if shackled in a hazy trance. He was fully aware of the thundering heartbeat that rang in his ears, the way his slender fingers ever so slightly dug into the scarlet plastic cup in his hand, cheeks burning with unexplainable emotions.
âLetâs talk somewhere else.â
It took all the effort for Atsumu to ignore the feeling of your bare skin against his, the searing touch of your fingers around his wrist as you hurriedly whisked him away into the intimate space of their kitchen, as if to shield you both from everyone elseâs prying eyes. Despite a stained judgement, the blonde was sure no one gave a single damn if you were to talk it out in the living room, everyone was in their own buzz anyway.
Nonetheless, Atsumu let you take the lead, whatever you wanted, he obliged. As though he was floating on cloud nine, his body became lighter with each step taken, head lightly spinning, warmth that radiated from your palm seeped into his flushed skin, prickly, miniature kisses engulfing his body.
âIâm okay now.â Resting your lower back against the ivory granite countertops, you stare up at Atsumu through your lashes, not noticing your lingering fingers curled around his wrist. For a brief moment, your breath hitched, stomach churning at the sight before you. The lighting behind Atsumu made him look like absolute heaven, flaxen strands glowing like the first rays beneath the warm illuminant, casting an ethereal halo at the back of his head. It didnât help how he stared down as if your eyes held the cosmos in them, completely awestruck.
Whatever, you chalked it up to his intoxicated state. What else could it have been?
For a brief moment, Atsumu wracked his brain for context behind your words, and as the invisible lightbulb atop his head switched on, he was reminded of the situation at hand. It definitely pulled his consciousness into sobriety. Just a tad bit.
âA-are yâsure?â A breathless, almost dainty whisper slipped past his rosy lips. He took note of the way your gaze shifted ever so slightly downwards, eyes crudely lingering on the plush of his bottom lip as his tongue briefly swiped against it.
Atsumuâs Adamâs apple bobbed at your not-so-subtle stare, stomach churning with want. He knew this feeling all too wellâit visited him whenever he was alone in his room, mind wandering over to thoughts of you which filled every corner of his mind; sometimes the feeling was too strong, other times he could bear it. Tonight, though, Atsumu wasnât sure if he was immune to this feeling, let alone erase any impulsive thoughts from his intoxicated mind.
What pulled you into this decision was something youâd never figure out; maybe it was the fact that your yearning heart grew tired of the icy distance between the two of you or maybe youâve truly come to terms with his unreciprocated feelingsâyou didnât know. All you knew was that nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations, especially when it involved feelings. But this could be an exception, right?
âSo . . Does that mean we can be friends again?â
It was weird. Atsumuâs voice brimmed with a sense of hopeâas if heâs been waiting for this very moment for the past two weeksâbut the strange glint in his caramel eyes betrayed the blonde entirely.
Despite your better judgement, you chalked it up to the warm light that casted a soft shadow upon his features; maybe you were too dizzy to see things clearly, or maybe you were looking too deep into Atsumuâs expressionâhoping to find some sort of sadness upon hearing your decision to move on, and accept his rejection.
Atsumu watched as your eyes traced his features, closely observing them as if to find some kind of answer; as selfish as it seemed, the intensity in your eyes gave him a tinge of hope that perhaps you could let yourself pine over him just a little longer because he wasnât sure what heâd do with the knowledge that your heart would no longer yearn for him.
The situation was a double-edged sword, really.
You let out a puff of breath, âYeah, of course. Weâre friends again.â Friends. That word should have given you more relief than sorrow but could you really blame yourself? It felt like a bitter reminder of cold rejection which resembled salt pressed against an unhealed wound, a searing itch that left your skin feverish.
Even if it meant selling yourself short.
Avoiding his eye contact, you swiftly unwound your fingers from his wrist, mentally cursing yourself for not noticing any sooner. A cold embrace engulfed Atsumuâs wrist, where your fingers were mere seconds ago, he tried his best to ignore how his body yearned for your warmth. He gave a small smile, one that didnât quite reach his eyes.
For a moment, you stood in each otherâs silence like two predators sizing up one another, eagerly waiting for oneâs move before pouncing, the silent hum of the fridge making up for the lack of conversation between one another.
How strange, this agreement should have cleared the unsettled air between you, and Atsumu but why did it feel like the complete opposite? As if the air turned into something more uncertain. You both knew you could feel the uncanny tension rising up, up, up but not one dared to address it.
Swiftly burying it under the rug, Atsumu spoke, thinly slicing through your trance, âYouâll find someone better.â
God, he mustâve really matured this new year because he didnât know how he was able to say that straight to your face. Being one to wear his heart on his sleeve, this was completely foreign for Atsumuâor maybe he just got better at masking his true emotions.
You closed your eyes upon hearing his response, as if doing so would help you brave the weight of his words. It didnât. That was the last thing you wanted Atsumu to say to you, âsomeone betterâ, it was brazen of him to think so poorly of himself, as though he wasnât that certain someone. It was entirely unfair on your end because who was Atsumu to determine which person was for you?
Even just thinking about it had you fuming, rejection was one thing but completely disregarding the reason behind your feelings for him was another because in your eyes, Miya Atsumu was that âsomeone betterâ; he was the one who understood you the most, the one who always looked out for you, the one you fucking wanted.
And despite your mind telling you to nod along, and suck it up, the alcohol in your body was stronger; so, you opened your eyes, and furrowed your brows at him,
Nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations.
âBut I donât want anyone better, Tsumu. I want you.â
Atsumuâs eyes widened, the desperation in your voice was something he hadn't heard before, it definitely pulled at his heart, guilt gnawing at his skin for being the sole reason for your drunken actions. He may be drunk but he wasnât stupid, Atsumu knew you shouldâve kept that one to yourself, he could practically see you brimming with temerity but heâd be lying to himself if he said his heart didnât skip a beat or two.
I want you, too. God, he wanted to say it back badly. The words were lodged in his throat, unable to slip past his lips despite the best efforts to do so.
It dawned on himâright then, and thereâthe severity of your feelings for him, the immense weight of it. Now, guilt really ate him away; he could only imagine how the past two weeks were for you. Did you cry while thinking about him?
That was the last thing Atsumu wanted.
Though, amidst the guilt, something else blossomed in his chest, it made him feel like he stood upon the highest pedestal. Atsumu didnât know whether it was pride or greed; as fucked up as it was, he couldnât bring himself to push the impulsiveness away as though youâve infected him with your own. His heart hammered at a thought that formed in his mind, even just thinking about it stirred his chest.
Despite Atsumuâs better judgement, he held onto the feeling with a tight grip, and opened his mouth, tongue nervously swiping at the bottom lip,
Nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations.
âIs . . Is it bad that I really want to kiss you right now?â
You sucked in a breath, heart pounding at Atsumuâs sudden confession. If you were sober, youâd have a million thoughts racing through your mind right now, questioning the feelings he really had for you but unfortunately, only one thing was on your mindâhow badly you wanted to kiss Atsumu too.
Dragging yourself further down, down, down the void of uncertainty, you shook your head in a daze,
Nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations.
âWhat if I say I want to kiss you, too?âÂ
Barely audible but Atsumu heard it just fine over the pounding of his heart, over the incoherent conversations beyond this kitchen, over the muted bass music because as long as it's you, heâd always listen, even if it meant drowning out the entire world.
Then, there was a heartbeat, a passing second, a dip of a finger to test undisturbed waters; the funny thing was that even a minute disturbance could cause a ripple effect for miles, and miles, awakening the dormant creatures that lay beyond the azure surface.
It was swift, as though Atsumu had been waiting for this very moment to happenâone second you were locked in a trance, the next his lips were pressed against your own, a shared warmth of intimacy searing both bodies in an eternal blaze like a blue flame that dangerously destroyed everything in its path.
Shy. Warm. Soft. Rosy. Like it was meant to be. The list could go on, and on but it was as though your thoughts came quickly before your mind could register them, leaving you in a white, empty haze. With the plastic cups long forgotten on the counter behind, you closed your eyes as Atsumuâs body eagerly pressed against yours, strong arms coming up to rest on the granite countertop behind you, fingers digging into the material to ground himself.
For a moment, everything was still, lips unmoving against each other, a time to bask in this newfound intimacyâthe foreignness of one anotherâs body. The earth felt like it spun on its axis way faster than usual, as if day, and night merged to become one; hues of late dusk, and early dawn intertwined like your bodies.
Bitterness from Atsumuâs rosy lips lingered on your own; you never liked the taste of beer but oddly enough, you didnât mind it at all.
Your hands cupped Atsumuâs jaw, fingers gently digging onto his soft skin, eager for more as your lips moulded together. Slowly moving his mouth against your own, you followed suit to match the sensual pace he had set, falling deeper, and deeper between the hazy boundaries of friendship, and something a little more. Low whimpers slipped past between each feverish kiss as a drunken greed gradually controlled your bodies.
The initial softness of the kiss dissipated as each second passed, slowly turning into something more carnal, and passionateâbreaths becoming heavier, and faces eagerly pressed against one another, angled in a way to grant more access.
Was this what cloud nine felt like? Exhilarating? Euphoric? As though there was no one elseâ
âOh!âHoly shit. Did I interrupt?â
A familiar voice violently pulled you, and Atsumu back into reality, swiftly jumping away from each otherâs hold, and looking over to the owner of the voice. Suna. The brunette stared at both of youâlooking like a deer caught in headlights, chests heavingâhis expression was unreadable, almost like a mix of shock, and amusement. You, and Atsumu kissing in the kitchen was absolutely not in his new year bingo card.
Well, this encounter certainly was enough to strip you into sobriety.
Your head spun a little, lungs severely deprived of oxygen. Shame, and realisation settled deep in your bonesâshame because Suna just caught you, and Atsumu almost sucking the soul out of each other, and realisation because everything about this whole situation was so wrong; a million questions formulated in your mind as each awkward second passed.
On the other hand, Atsumu was equally as horrified, albeit annoyed that he didnât have the chance to kiss you longer. The thrumming of his heart pounded in his ears, his mind trying to come up with anything to say just to stop the thoughts formulating in Sunaâs mindâoh, he knows that look on his friendâs face very well.
Your view became obstructed by the expanse of Atsumuâs back, a subtle attempt to block you from the brunetteâs gaze.
âW-what the hell, Suna?! Donât jusâ barge into the kitchen, ya scrub!â Atsumu tried his best to act tough but miserably failed with the shakiness in his voice betraying him.
As if to make matters worse, Suna didnât back down, a smug look painted on his flushed face as the blonde shamelessly blamed him,
âWell, how was I supposed to know that you two were sucking each otherâs faces in the kitchen?!â
Did he have to word it like that?
Atsumu opened, and closed his mouth, trying to think of ways to deny Sunaâs accusations but his mind went blank, even with just the brunette mentioning your kiss had him blushing like a mad man. Silence yet again occupied the kitchen, low bass music spilled from the speakers, and incoherent chatters from beyond the space making up for the lack of conversation.
Before the situation could get even more awkward, you spoke up, âI . . think Iâm just going to go . . ïżœïżœ This gained both their attention, carefully watching as you navigated past Atsumu, and out the kitchen.
The blonde watched as you staggered past him, and Suna; he wanted to go after you, and talk about what just happened but the soles of his feet stayed rooted on the ground, too heavy to lift, even the words he wanted to say were lodged in his throat.
So, Atsumu decided it was best to let you go.
Monday.Â
Everyoneâs enemy but also a day to gather around the campus coffee shop with friends, and be productive for a while. The calming aroma of coffee engulfed your senses; low chatter from other customers, faint jazz music, and the occasional hum of the coffee machine filled the table from the lack of conversation. Despite the cafĂ©âs light ambience, it didnât do much to hide the growing tension that surrounded the group, specifically you, Atsumu, and Suna.
Kita was the first to notice the subtle shift of aura that emanated from you three, especially after catching a glimpse of Sunaâs narrow eyes trailing from you to Atsumu over his laptop screen; though, he had much more things to worry about than to indulge himself in whatever tomfoolery this was. Heâd ask questions later.
On the other hand, Osamu was more than curious, especially after his older twin started acting out of characterâAtsumu wasnât one to engulf himself in thoughts to the point where heâd be staring at an inanimate object, in a complete daze but lately, Osamu has seen him behave as such.
The latter could practically feel the weight of awkwardness pressing against his skin as he subtly watched the three of you. Of course, he did his best to pry off information from the blonde only to no avail; Osamu didnât know why Suna was even caught up in this but he suspected it was from the party a few days ago.
He remembered seeing you stumble out of the kitchen when he was on his way to grab more drinks from their fridge, the younger twin thought nothing of it until he was met with Suna, and Atsumu awkwardly standing in the kitchen. Normally, Osamu wouldâve asked questions that night but the alcohol in him couldnât care less about the situation.
Staring at the untouched document pulled up on your laptop, you ducked behind your screen to avoid Sunaâs wandering gaze, and Osamuâs not-so-subtle curiosity. This was hell. You didnât even know why you decided to turn up today after that shit show at the partyâmaybe because you thought you could shove down that memory especially after telling Atsumu that you were fine or maybe you craved the closeness you two once had, and now you were here to rebuild that.
As easy as it sounded, you feared it might not be so with the way Atsumu has been avoiding you like the plague. First, it started when you walked into the cafĂ© at the same time as the twins, Osamu greeted you at the door before heading inside leaving you, and Atsumu outside. Now, that wouldâve been fine if the latter didnât make a show of taking a couple of steps back to let you go first as though you carried some kind of incurable disease.
The second time was when Atsumu realised the only vacant seat was next to your own, thus, asking to swap with Osamu just so he could sit farthest away from you. And the third was when you had asked him if he was alright while waiting in line to order only to be met with a mindless nod before returning to his phone in his hand.
You tried your very best to ignore the blooming pain in your chest; sure, being sad about Atsumu possibly avoiding you was reasonable but then again, you were the one who told him you were okay nowâhow Atsumu decided to act after the party was beyond your control.
God but it pissed you off. Swallowing oneâs pride, and making effort to rekindle a cold friendship was not an easy feat when the other doesnât do the same. It shouldnât work you up this much but it did, and now you were second guessing yourself that maybe it was an irrational decision to abruptly tell Atsumu that youâve come to terms with moving on.
That night at the party, were you lying to yourself just so you could be around him again?
Whatever. It was too late to take it back anyway.
The days ahead were monotonous, and boring; you, and Atsumu remained orbiting around one another, careful not to get into each otherâs path of trajectory but it was tiring. Not only did it feel like navigating through eggshells while he was around but the constant questions from your friends tested your limits. Though, it wasnât their fault for simply being curious, and getting left in the dark about the whole situation but the prying felt like endless jabs of sharp needles along your skin.
From their point of view, you, and Atsumu were stubborn about the whole situation. None dared to speak up about it, acting as though everything was fine, so your friends were left with very little to work with.
It felt like a game of cat, and mouse where you were the feline chasing Atsumu around. The longer the days dragged on, the more thoughts formulated in your mind, and they all involved the blonde in some way or another. And just like everyone else, you had your limits too; you were tired of Atsumu acting like a stubborn idiot.
When you confessed to Atsumu, sure, you expected an awkward phase but this was even worse. There wasnât just distance between the two of you, it felt like you were strangers.
He was known for brashly saying the sharp truth, so why couldnât he be straightforward with you? Was he disgusted by the kiss, and deeply regretted it? Did he think you were weird? You didnât know, but you were bound to find out even if it meant knocking at the twinâs apartment door at 5:45 PM on a cold, rainy Thursday.
With the sun hidden behind the looming grey clouds, the late winter afternoon was even darker; the roads were packed with vehicles while the sidewalks occupied students, and company workers alike trying their best to shield themselves from the heavy downpour. Despite the streets being illuminated with a tinge of warm yellow from cars, and streetlights, it did nothing to brighten up the gloomy day.
Funny, it was as though the universe knew how you felt today.
âIf yer lookinâ for âSamu, he wonât be back until 8 PM.â Greeted with Atsumuâs shocked face as the ivory door to their apartment opened, you couldnât help but visibly roll your eyes at his stubbornness. Yeah, like youâd be here at their apartment looking for Osamuâyou knew each of their timetables like the back of your hand.
Flaxen strands that sat atop his head were unruly, a sign that he mustâve been taking a nap sometime ago. Atsumu donned a light blue hoodie paired with black sweats; you tried your best not to ogle the man, after all, you were here for a sensible talk.
âIâm here for you, Miya.â
Atsumu gripped the metal handle a little tighter, the coolness of it seeping into the warmth of his skin. He tried not to flinch at the sudden formality of the conversation. Nonetheless, the blonde pulled the door wider, a wordless invite to their humble space. Giving him a small smile before walking inside, you tried not to think about the last time you were here, and how you found yourself drunkenly kissing Atsumu in their kitchen.
The sound of the door closing shut behind Atsumu reverberated throughout the walls of their apartment, followed by a deafening silence. Met with his honeyed stare, you awkwardly coughed, and played with the hem of your jacket, âIâm not going to take up too much of your time . . but I do just have one question.â
There was a momentary silence as Atsumu waited for you to proceed; he had so many questions running through his mind right now, and it took all his willpower to hold them back, and let you speak instead. It was getting harder, and harder to focus as each second passed with the pounding of his heartâAtsumu didnât know what to expect.
âDid youâDid you regret that kiss . . ?â
Your skin burned as the question lingered in the air, a beat or two before Atsumu finally spoke up, â. . N-no, whyâd ya ask?â
Sighing, impatience prickled your feverish skin. âWhyâd you ask?â What the hell does he mean by why would I ask? We made out for fuck sake, thatâs something friends donât do! Why is he acting so casual about it?Â
âGod, this just made it a lot worse. I have so many fucking questions that my mind wants to explode right now,â Pinching the bridge of your nose, you slowly paced back, and forth, the floors beneath silently creaking with each step. So, Atsumu didnât regret the kiss but heâs acting like youâre strangersâfucking hell, why did he even kiss you in the first place?!
Your mind was a complete mess.
Trying to calm yourself down with slow, deep breaths, you decided to address the elephant in the room first, âThen why have you been avoiding me, Atsumu?âIâm sorry but Iâm the one who got rejected, I cannot think of any reason why you should be avoiding me like this.â Atsumu hated that look on your faceâthe desperation, the sadness, the frustration. He never thought that heâd be the one making you feel all these negative emotions, and it pained him as much as it pained you.
Atsumu let out a sigh, carefully formulating the right words into a coherent sentence, âIâm just . . trying to be careful, okay?â His stomach dropped as your face contorted with more confusion.
Did he say something wrong?
âCareful about what, Atsumu?! Youâugh! Itâs so hard to talk to you when youâre giving me all these stupidly vague answers! Iâve already told you I was fine. I donât care anymore that you donât like me back. I just want us to be back to normal again.â
Now, it was Atsumuâs turn to be upset. He couldnât bear the thought of you moving on so quickly, and thatâs why heâs been acting distant lately; it annoyed him how easy it was for you to talk to him like nothing happened but Atsumu knew he couldnât tell you the reasonâwhy couldnât you just try, and understand his situation? Rejecting wasnât an easy task to do, especially if it was the person he had been hopelessly pining for.
âWellâmaybe things arenât meant ta back ta normal!â
What?
You stared at him for a second, brows furrowed as you tried to comprehend his words that lingered in the cold air of their apartment. Silence engulfed the two of you, the distant sounds of HyĆgoâs late afternoon rain seeping through the slightly opened window.
âDo you feel uncomfortable around me after knowing the fact that I have feelings for you? Is that it?â âGod, noâI could never feel that way.â
It took all of Atsumuâs patience not to wrap his arms around youâhe wanted to hold you against him badly; that defeated look on your face broke his heart but he couldnât bring himself to do so. Maybe Atsumu was the coward after all.
âThen tell me whatâs wrong, âTsumu!â
âItâs hard fâme as well, yâknow?!â âWhat is?â
Atsumu closed his eyes, the words heâs been wanting to scream at the top of his lungs lodged in his throat, threatening to slip out. A wave of adrenaline rush coursed through his veins, heart pounding like crazy with this newfound high, it made him feel as though he was invincibleâas if he could say anything, and everything without a care for its consequences.
Fuck it.
âFuckâItâs because I like ya back, okay?! I always have! And rejectinâ ya was so goddamn hard fâme because Iâm still not over ya. God, I think about ya every single second, and it pains me so much because yer already movinâ on, and âm still stuck here.â
What?
Flabbergasted, you stared at Atsumu all wide-eyed, the thrumming of your heart becoming increasingly loud against your ears as each slow second passed. Did he just say he liked you back? As though mother nature was watching, the rain outside poured harder; sounds of droplets of heavy water against the roof filled the silent apartment, pulling you back into reality.
âThen whyâIf you feel the same way then why did you reject me?â
When you knocked on the door to the twinsâ apartment, you expected a sincere conversation with Atsumu, not him confessing his feelings out of the blue. You were absolutely speechlessâyou didnât know whether to jump for joy because he actually does like you back or whether to massage your temples from pure confusion.
âBack then during the trip, ya told me ya werenât ready for a relationship yet, and that ya only wanted ta confess ta get rejected nâ move on. I wanted ta respect yer decision, so . .â
Flashbacks of said conversation from the trip quickly came into mind, and how you told Atsumu about not being ready for a relationship yet.
Oh.
Oh.
The weight of frustration from your shoulders slowly dissipated, the pent up annoyance you held in your heart was gone too. Suddenly, you werenât so frustrated anymore after learning about the whole truth behind the situation. You were able to breathe better with the bad air finally cleared between you, and Atsumu.
Looking at it now, you felt absolutely silly. The whole situation turned out to be one big misunderstanding, it was almost laughableânow, you truly understood the essence of communication is key.
You let out a humourless laugh, âYouâre so stupid, you know that?â Taking a few steps toward the blonde, you leaned your forehead against his chest, a hand coming up to curl into a fist to lightly hit it; a faint scent of his musky cologne lingered on the fabric of his hoodie, effectively invading your senses. Atsumu didnât hesitate to wrap his arms around your torso, pulling your body flush against his before resting his chin on the crown of your head.
For a beat or two, you, and Atsumu remained in each otherâs hold, basking in the cosy atmosphere.Â
âWould I be more stupid if I tell ya I want ta pick up where we left off at the party?â
Before you knew it your lips were sealed in a searing kissâthis time, it felt raw, all things passionate, and eager. Hands impatiently roaming each otherâs unexplored bodies, sounds of wet kisses slowly filling up the apartment. The atmosphere shifted from cosy to something more sensual, light groans, and moans slipping in between each kiss.
Your hands rested on Atsumuâs golden strands, fingers gently tugging at it as he worked his lips down the column of your neck, teeth lightly nipping at the feverish skin. Atsumu focused on a certain spot just below your ear, nipping, and sucking at it which pulled a dainty whine from your lips.
ââT-TsumuâAh!â You gasped, his tongue leaving trails of goosebumps beneath its sinful licks against your skin. He cursed under his breath, the dizzying tone of your voice awakening the slumbering carnal beast that resided in his core. With each dulcet moan that slipped past your swollen lips, Atsumu became greedier, he wasnât going to settle for mere kisses on your skinâhe needed to hear more.
Pulling away from your intoxicating scent, Atsumu looked down at you with parted lips, and hooded eyes, caramel gaze clouded with nothing but pure desire. âI think we should take this ta my room.â He panted.
Nodding at his proposal, hurried footsteps padded over to his room as though each second wasted was crucial. As soon as the door behind Atsumu slammed shut, his lips were on yours once again, strong hands deftly working on the layers of clothing you wore, slowly slipping them off of you one by one; Atsumu could practically feel himself shaking with nervousness, and excitement.
Discarding your top on the wooden floor beneath, Atsumu stared wide-eyed at your torso, both hands coming up to cup your breasts through the fabric of your bra, earning a low moan from you. The air of the room felt cold against your skin but Atsumuâs touch was enough to ignite you.
âSo beautiful . .â He absent-mindedly gasped, a lovestruck look in his honeyed eyes.
Hands eagerly tugging at the hem of his hoodie, Atsumu swiftly pulled the fabric off his torso in one movement, golden strands tousled from the action. Goosebumps formed upon his sun kissed skin, bare torso met with the cold winter air; your eyes raked Atsumuâs physique up, and down, shamelessly ogling his muscled chest in all its naked glory. God, you used to just fantasise about this, and now it was served right in front of you on a silver platter.
You decorated each otherâs skin with endless love bites, sinful hues of dark red, and purple peppered along your chest, and neck. Atsumu took his sweet time to savour every bit of youâyour taste, your scent, your sounds, everything. He made sure to bask in your serene beauty, the gentle glow of your bare figure before utterly devouring you like a starved animal, ravaging your purity with carnal desire.
Atsumu let himself go at the raw intimacy of your bodies, the feeling of your sweet warmth brought tears of pleasure in his eyes as he pushed, and pushed towards the newfound ecstasy you both shared. The chant of his name slipped past your lips like a sinful melody, mere fuel to the relentless drive of his hips. But Atsumu held you dearly against his naked body through it all, fingers intertwined with your own as he keenly chased both your pleasures, choked out moans of your name whispered hotly against your sensitive skin.
And as you both tipped over the edge, Atsumu didnât fail to tell you how much he loved you in between each pathetic moan as he painted your insides white, the dizzying pleasure contorting his handsome face in pure ecstasy. You held him in your arms, nails digging crescent-shaped marks on his skin, whispering saccharine praises to him as you let go, and emptied the words of your heart.
As the gentle aftermath of the passionate exchange rolled around, Atsumu held you in his arms, hearts beating as one, and lulling you both to sleep. The last thing you heard was a faint âI love youâ before passing out from exhaustion.
ââTsumu, what did ya want forâOh my god! What the fuck?!âÂ
A familiar voice abruptly pulled you, and Atsumu out of your sleep, followed by the loud bang of his door slamming shut. Muffled expletives from outside the room could be heard as you both stirred beneath the ivory sheets. ââTsumu, what the hell?! Ya shouldâve warned me before I went into yer room!â Osamu yelled from the other side of the door.
Atsumu groaned, rubbing his face before turning to the door, âShut yer trap! Ya shouldâve knocked!â At his twinâs silence, he let out a sigh, and slung a heavy arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his naked body before closing his eyes once again.
You let out a soft chuckle, âWe really need to stop getting caught. First, Suna, and now Osamu.â Atsumu hummed in response, too sleepy to even think or form a coherent sentence. Snuggling closer to him, you closed your eyes, and went back to sleep as well.
Oh, you could get used to this.
Winter slowly turned into spring as March rolled aroundâthe end of the academic year.
Trees that were once bare slowly blossomed with flowers, hues of yellows, and browns were replaced with endless greenery, and frigid air became more welcoming like a warm embrace. Most importantly, the cold distance between you, and Atsumu no longer existed, instead, it was replaced by fluttering heartbeats, and fluffy moments that hinted at a sweet forevermore.
âThere he is! How does it feel to be a fresh graduate!â Suna whistled as Kita walked over to the group, clad in a black academic gown with a matching trencher propped neatly on his head, the golden tassel on the cap swayed with every step taken; he donned a warm smile, one hand holding his well-deserved degree.
The buzz of excitement outside the venue was high, the graduation ceremony having finished just a few minutes ago. You were all surrounded by graduands, all with heartfelt smiles on their faces as they conversed with family, and friends alike.Â
As your friends fell into a merry conversation, a warm hand interlaced with your own, giving your hand a comfortable squeeze. Atsumu. Looking up at your boyfriend, he cheekily leaned into your ear, whispering an âI love youâ before slowly blinking at you, mirroring a catâs action. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head at his antics.
âAre you two lovebirds done, now?â Suna coughed, pulling you back into reality.
Met with amused expressions plastered on your friendsâ faces, you, and Atsumu returned a sheepish smile before joining in their conversation. âAnyway, we were talkinâ about how we should celebrate Kitaâs graduation. It can also serve as a treat for us for makinâ it through another academic year.â Osamu explained, earning a hum of approval from you, and Atsumu.
âHow about a spring trip to Kyoto?â â
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The Way You Kiss Me - G.S.
Synopsis. The four times Satoru tries really hard not to kiss you - his best friendâs pretty younger sister. And the one time he doesnât.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! Suguruâs sister! reader, childhood enemies to lovers, PINING Satoru, like really really disgustingly down bad, creampĂe, oral (fem receiving), pĂșssytalking, needy JEALOUS! Satoru, running away from it, spĂtting, punching is Suguruâs love language, mentions of aIcohol, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 7.4k (Thatâs wild)
A/N. BOO! Surprise upload. This was so fun to write omg.
âYou sure this is how the grown-ups get married?â
âDuh, I know everything.â
âNuh uh, Toru.â
âYuh uh!â
The first time Gojo Satoru kissed you was underneath that dingy playground slide that the two of you always raced to after elementary school.Â
Usually, your older brother, Suguru, would walk home alongside you two - but this time, heâd just so happened to have been held back for throwing paper planes at the teacher that day.
A sign from the universe, Satoru internally celebrated, something heâd learned from those sappy romance novels his mother left lying around the house. No matter that he was the one that made those planes.
You were six back then, standing in front of a determined Satoru - reaching up on his tip-toes, face pink, smelling of those cheap strawberry lollipops heâd sneak into class and taunt you with. At the much older and wiser age of seven, heâd insisted on being the first one to lean in.
Just barely even grazing your dramatically puckered lips before-
Satoru learned two things that fateful afternoon:
Even as a seven-year-old, Suguruâs punches really hurt.Â
Never mess with you. Anyone but you.Â
Life only seemed to go downhill from there - because that last lesson was proving to be hard along the years. Really. Fucking. Hard.
Little did Satoru know that this would be the start of some strange, unpredictable little dance of push and pull. No, you definitely werenât his wife. Nor were you exactly best friends - not really, that spot was reserved for your brother. But you didnât think you could ever be just that either.
And the punch thatâd knocked his wobbly tooth out onto the playground floor that day was a painful reminder that whatever that was - whatever weird thoughts he had later in middle school about how youâd tasted like candy - didnât matter. No matter how part some tucked-away little part of him wanted it to.
Hell, eleven years later and Satoru still canât walk around that familiar block without feeling slightly queasy. Which is why, after that failed first kiss, he knew there wouldnât be a second.Â
Instead, he settles back to teasing your pouty self, pushing all your buttons, tugging on those cute dresses you wore. Face burning so strangely with- humiliation? when you bickered right back, calling his haircut a âtragic attempt at modern art.â
âSo youâre saying I look like art?â A gangly, now-seventeen Satoru blocks the bustling high school hallway, ignoring the bell. Grin only growing at your frustrated huff, he half-jokes, âAww, if youâre that soft on me, sweetheart, maybe we should go to prom tog-â
You slam your locker, effectively shutting both it and Satoru at the same time. âIâd rather go with Yaga.â
â...you would not.â
âWould to.â
âWould not.â
âWould to.â
âWould- Suguâ!â
And all Suguru can do is wrap two hands around his neck, mock-choking himself, wondering if it was really too late to embrace a quiet life as a monk. âYouâll both be MLA cited in my farewell note.â
He was used to it, though, forced to watch all this chaos since quickly mending his friendship with Satoru over ice cream the day after the punch. Convinced that this was some punishment for a past lifeâs misdeed.
With a squawk of protest, Satoruâs turning back to you, eyes crinkling with a hint of mischief you knew too well, âWould not.â
Your face burns, âWould to, Toru.â
You didnât go with Yaga. but Satoru didnât exactly count that as a win in his books, either, because you did show up that night hanging off the arm of some jerk from the football team.Â
And there you were, all dolled up - which he very objectively noted - way too prettily for some bastard like him. Stars in your eyes, and everything he couldnât have in that smile.Â
Everything.Â
Way too gorgeous, even when he finds you sitting outside the gymnasium later on in the night. Too busy bawling your mascara off to even throw out your usual greeting insult his way. Murmuring out wetly about âthat assholeâ and how he humiliated you by stranding you in the middle of the dance floor for someone else.Â
âWell, he was a jerk anyway. Even Yaga wouldâve been better, hell, I-â Satoru stops short to his horror at the way you only cry harder.
Way too irresistible, especially as his body moves before his mind - holding out an open hand before he knows it. âIâm a much better dancer than him and you.â And oh Satoru will forever remember the way his heart lurches as you blink your teary eyes up in confusion, âWell, arenât ya gonna take up the challenge?â
Weirdly, it wasnât weird at all.Â
If anything, you had to hold back your laughter the entire time at the way the great âcampus sweetheartâ Gojo Satoru was so on edge.
Just a friend comforting a friend, right?
So why was he avoiding your gaze with the subtlety of a sledgehammer, summer blue eyes pointedly trained right over your head. That pretty pink blush dusting his cheeks reflecting the hands hovering in midair over your waist. So close - and yet, fear in each and every turn and swirl.
Yours were searing into his broad shoulders as you tried to guide him to the muffled music from inside. And shit.
That night ended with a second kiss.Â
You donât know who leaned in first, just that Satoruâs soft lips were just fleeting on your glossy ones - barely even a touch. And that shit shit shit- this was Satoru. This was you.Â
Everything.Â
But it seems that every time Satoru was about to kiss you dangerously close to the way some tiny, forbidden part of his heart wanted to - the universe throws an obstacle at him. An obstacle that was six feet and named âSuguruâ, currently running at break-neck speed out of the gym.
âMOVE YOUR ASSES!â he cackles, âTHE FOOTBALL TEAM ISNâT TOO HAPPY ABOUT ME BREAKING THEIR STAR PLAYERâS NOSE.â
And not a word is uttered about the kiss as the three of you speed out of the school parking lot in Suguruâs busted-up black hellcat, the wind mussing up the hairstyle that took Satoru over two hours to perfect. Sneaking in glances at the sight of you singing along at the top of your lungs to some overplayed pop song on the radio.Â
He learns another two things that night:
Apparently, Suguruâs right hook still really fucking hurt. And thank god for tonightâs casualties of noses, because it was a wonder that he didnât look too hard at how close Satoru was with you.Â
He didnâtâŠdislike the feeling of your lips on his. And judging by the way you meet his eyes in the rearview mirror - you didnât either.
Itâs mainly that last one that makes him gulp.
Neither of you remember the third kiss - though, Satoruâs sure that at least 80% of Shokoâs instagram followers did.
According to a very hungover Shoko, and the many, many forms of documentation, it had happened on the New Yearâs eve during your third year in university. In which you were much more used to the raging parties that would be hosted at Suguruâs apartment, and only slightly less intimidated by them.
âAnd youâre a lightweight too, dumbass. You were gone.â Shoko sighs from across the cafĂ© table, eye bags deeper than the last time heâd seen her. âLike gone gone.â
God, what a way to start the year.
Satoru bites back a remark about how âgoneâ Shoko herself had been. Sitting up straight in his seat, regret immediately hitting his senses faster than the guilty throbbing at his temples. He winces, managing out a semi-disbelieving groan of, âGone gone?â
And sheâs only nodding wearily, subconsciously tapping out the rest of her cigarette ashes onto his untouched plate of sweet pastries.Â
âIâm talking dancing on expensive coffee tables and fighting to stop you from giving everyone there a strip show.â She cracks a smirk through a waft of smoke, âThough, she wouldâve loved that Iâm sure.â
âHar har har, youâd make even Nanami laugh with that one.â
âEugh, gross.â Shoko taps through her phone briefly, swirling it around to show Satoru a few pictures that definitely gave him a mini-heart attack at 8:57 in the morning. âYou look like youâre about to pen really bad poetry.â
And perhaps this was Shokoâs plan all along - to shock Satoru to the core hard enough that she can note it down as one of her sketchy psychological experiments.Â
But he knew. Could feel it in the hazy fragments of memories - or, at the very least, in that entire highlight that Nanamin had oh-so-conveniently put up on Instagram titled, âBlackmail.â
You knew.Â
Youâd kissed him back.Â
âI donât have a-.â you slur, stumbling ever-so-slightly as you try to meet Satoruâs glassy eyes. Because shit the years have had him shooting up faster than you could look up. â-a New Yearâs kiss, yâknow.â
You were older - more gorgeous, if that was even possible now. That tight dress hugging your body so unfairly in a way that had him forgetting you were his best friendâs sister.Â
The one person in this whole world that he couldnât have.
But Satoru leans in closer, more because he wants to than anything - he could pick out your voice anywhere let alone over the thumping music currently filling his crowded living room. Lips loose as he tries to play up the cool-guy facade heâs been dubbed with since freshman year, âHah, loser. Because I do.â
âWhere?â
At this, Satoru is stumped - damn, you were good.Â
âNot- uh here?â If he was in any clearer state of mind, heâd have been embarrassed at the way his voice cracks so traitorously as your unsteady hands pull him in closer by his overpriced button-up.Â
Your body was flush against his now, so addictive. Gaze half-lidded and flickering between the sliver of milky skin exposed on his chest - from that impromptu striptease heâd almost started earlier - and the blue eyes that were currently locked you. You whisper a strained, âLiar.â
Close - too close. So dangerously close.
He breathes out against your lips, the smell of booze and you so heady in his mind. And the heavy words falling from his lips sound like lies, even to him. âNot.â
âToru?â you hum, a sound that has him gasping. âShut up.â
âYes, maâam.â
And there went your New Yearâs kisses. At exactly 11:37PM, if the photos were anything to go by.Â
And holy shit were there many. All of which showed your arms looped around Satoruâs neck, crashing his lips to yours. His own, resting against your waist, a scandalously red blush - whether from the alcohol or you - adorning his cheeks. Looking more blissed out than he ever remembers feeling.Â
âIâm a dead man, Shoko.âÂ
Thereâs a lengthy silence, leaving Satoru stewing in thoughts of how Suguru would react once he finds out. And whether or not heâd be able to rise from the dead just to see how pretty youâd look at his funeral.
Morbid thoughts broken only by Shokoâs cough, âHey, can I keep your eyes for experimentation if he actually catches you?â
Subtly, he sends himself those photos from last night. Â
Luckily for Satoruâs eyes, they never ended up being donated towards Shokoâs questionable contributions to the world of medicine.Â
And by some grace of the gods above, Suguru never mentioned a word about the kiss that wouldâve inevitably made its way to him. Or maybe it was because Satoru stole his phone until he managed to pester Nanami just enough to take down that highlight. But, semantics.Â
His heart, however, might as well have been part of some experiment.
Because itâs been working overdrive since that night - mind reliving that moment over and over and over and- shit, heâs fucked. So, so fucked.Â
Fucked enough that it took Satoru months just to muster up to even look in your pretty eyes once more, unless he wanted to get lost in them forever. Fucked enough that he dared to wonder again and again when there might be a fourth kiss - if there would be a fourth kiss.Â
He just never thought it would happen the way it did - with you, standing outside his front door.Â
âIâm sorry, Toru.â you mumble, âItâs just- I think we both need to grow up.â
Youâve freshly graduated now, looking more and more irresistible each time he sees you - even when youâre looking at him like that.Â
Rolling his eyes, âHa, is this another way of saying you want my secret to getting taller? Because the first thing is to-â
âIâm serious, Satoru.â
And oh how he wished youâd say something - anything - else right now. Call him anything but that. Maybe even throw an insult his way, tell him those new sunglasses look ugly, or about how you got that internship he wouldâve died for.Â
Satoru manages to choke out a heavy, âI donât understand.â But that uncomfortable coil of something curling at the pit of his stomach said otherwise. And it causes him to finally breathe out a hesitant, âMaybe youâre right.â
As if that was all the answer you needed, youâre stepping out of the front door. Slow, and deliberate like you were giving him another chance - a thousand more. Sighing out a defeated, âItâs been years.â It has. âAnd weâre just running in circles.â You have. âIâm starting to think this is just some game to you.â It wasnât.
âWait!â he grasps your hand - soft. The look in your eyes even softer as you turn around to face his desperate face. âPlease, sweetheart.â
Satoru doesnât even know what words he wants to say - let alone whether theyâd come out of his heavy mouth.Â
So, instead, heâs crashing them into yours.Â
Brief. Fleeting. Like each one before this. Too addictive, too short, that he thinks heâs almost imagining it as you pull away gently, until he sees that look in your eyes.Â
âToru, I have a date.â
The fourth kiss.
Satoruâs letting go of you like it burned - and, truly, it felt like some deep, dark part of him was burning down right now. âGreat.â That should be hm that should be him that should be- âIâmâŠhappy for you.â
And the last.
He fucked up.
He really, really fucked up.
That first date turned into a second. The second into a third. And unfortunately for Gojo, eventually, you were nearing your one-year anniversary with that asshat youâd met during the early days of your internship.Â
Heâd seen the man himself once, briefly at another one of Suguruâs famous parties. Ducking out of sight before he could be introduced, yet long enough to know that he wasnât as tall, or as handsome, or as absolutely fucking hilarious.Â
What did he have that Satoru didnât?Â
The answer to that, Satoruâs reminded of every time heâs causing ruckus over at Suguruâs apartment, and sees you walking out of your room, tittering on the phone to none other than your boyfriend. So gorgeous. So not his.Â
You, that loser had you.
âIf you sigh again I swear Iâm shoving this popcorn up your a-â
âItâs a sad movie, Suguru!â he defends, draped across your couch at another one of those movie nights you loved to organize. As usual, there was the popcorn, the god-awful movie (if Satoru picks it), and the arguments. The only thing missing, however, was you. Ugh, something about an âanniversaryâ and a âseafood dateâ. Seriously, itâs not like you even enjoyed that new seafood restaurant in town, and heâs sure that bastard didnât know-
âSatoru.â his best friendâs deadpan voice cuts through his little reverie. âWeâre watching Mean Girls.â
And heâs barely even opening his mouth to snark back before-
SLAM!
Suguru pauses the movie almost immediately, turning to the direction of the front door. âUh oh.âÂ
And lo and behold - there was you in all your pissed off, beautiful glory. Throwing your keys on the table, your fiery glare passes over the two men as you stomp to your bedroom.Â
âSeafood wasnât that good, sweetheart?â Satoru calls out behind you, eyes sweeping down your figure. Heart stuttering in his chest when you turn around with your fists clenched, lower lip wobbling in a way that Satoru would both kill whoever made you feel this way and die to be on the other side of those daggers in your eye.Â
Sniffing out an icy, âFuck off, loser and loserette.â
Then in a whirlwind of rage, youâre gone - your bedroom door slamming only slightly more gently than youâd done with the front door. Leaving a deafening silence, and Satoru whining, âWhy am I the loserette?â
âDeserved.â Suguru shrugs. Warily eyeing your door, as if it was about to pounce at any given second, âLet her cool down before you give her an aneurysm at least.â Unpausing the television, propping his feet back up, âSâenough having to deal with you on top of a boyfriend like that.â
And that has Satoru perking up in interest - both figuratively, and literally as he snatches the remote and pauses the movie. âWait wait wait what-â Holding it way out of Suguruâs reach, âWhat do you mean a âboyfriend like thatâ?â
Scoffing, âFunny. Now give me back the remote.â
A beat of silence passes. One. Two.
Only then does it dawn on Suguru that this might just not be some strange prank to stroke Satoruâs ego, and he was actually  more serious than heâd ever seen him. Damn.Â
âBro, have you really never met the guy or something? Heâs a complete tool. I donât know what happened, but this breakup was a long time coming.â
Satoru blinks, feeling a red hot surge of anger. âWhat? Seriously? Why didnât you do anything about it?â
âYou think I didnât try?â he sighs, running a hand through his hair at the otherâs uncharacteristic silence. âHah, and just imagine, the man was talking about marriage, too. As if.â
And suddenly, Satoruâs hit with an image of you walking down the aisle. Not something he was a stranger to, but it still takes him aback. The sway of the fabric beneath his fingers, your lips against his. Hell, in that split-second he even dreams up how Nanamin would be crying very reluctant tears of joy.Â
Everything. Everything that wasnât his.
His fist tightens around the remote, until he could hear the cracking of plastic. Mind whirling with the thought of you and him and you. How he wished it was him and you. âI wouldâve been better.â
Oh.Â
Shit.Â
âI- fuck this. Suguru, since elementary school IâŠâ
And, well, Satoruâs so busy putting that extra physics seminar he took in university to work - trying to calculate the odds of surviving a jump out of this seven-storey window - that he almost misses Suguruâs low hum, a distant, almost barely-audible little interruption, âWell duh.â
âHold on.â heâs snatching away the remote that had somehow slithered its way into the otherâs hands once again. Ignoring his best friendâs croak of protests to pause in the middle of Regina George being hit by the bus - which, he felt was strangely enviable right now. âThat was- what? YOU KNOW?â
âHuh? Even my parents know, the only one that doesnât is her.â
â...â
Satoru didnât know how Suguru seemed so calm, but he felt like he was about to spontaneously combust. Heart stuttering in his chest as he sideglances at your firmly shut door - like he was just waiting for you to jump out and tell him this was some elaborate prank.Â
Begging for you to come - it wouldâve hurt less.
But you donât.
Fuck.Â
And the only response he gets is a low whistle, before a phone is being shoved in his face - flashlight illuminating that crimson blush. âDamn, the great Gojo Satoru speechless? The groupchat is gonna love this, might even send it to my sister, yâknow.âÂ
He didnât care - didnât give a shit if this video made rounds to Gakuganji himself. Only one thought racing through his mind right now.Â
âBut why arenât you punching me like in elementary school?âÂ
And Satoru knows heâs smart - intelligent even. Hell, he was the valedictorian, the youngest employee to claw their way up to being on the board of directors. But heâs never felt more stupid when Suguru breathes out a bewildered, âDude. That was for blaming me for the paper planes.âÂ
âOh.â
Then the movie is unpaused.Â
---
The last time you kissed Gojo Satoru was at the doorstep to that overpriced penthouse of his, exactly a year ago today.Â
The last time you saw Gojo Satoru was just a few hours ago, lounging around your living room like he owned it. Honestly, he might as well have been part of the furniture at this point - like some expensive, fluffy couch. One that prattled on about your âdumbass boyfriendâ and god-knows-what else to rile you up just for the fun of it.
Which is why it was odd to step out of your bedroom - eyes just a bit puffy, throat still tight - to a suspiciously quiet hallway.Â
The lights were turned off, nothing but the pouring rain sounding from outside, television paused on some rerun of The Princess Diaries. Damn, you told those idiots not to start that one without you.
âSugu?â you call, finding his bedroom empty. âThought tonight was movie night?â Padding across the empty apartment, contemplating whether or not to get your phone and call him when-
Ding!
Ah, there.Â
You roll your eyes as you head towards the front door, ready to give Suguru a piece of his mind for going out at this ungodly hour and forgetting his key. Seriously, what if you opened the door and he was hurt, or worse, orâŠ
Satoru.Â
Speaking a mile a minute.
Satoru.
â-florist was closed and the store clerk looked at me like I was crazy but I got this for-â he pauses abruptly, as if realizing something with a jolt. â-you.â
âYou- what-â you donât know where to look - at the drenched, disheveled Satoru filling your doorframe - rain in his hair, curtaining his frantic eyes, drenching his snug t-shirt. Or at the obscenely large bouquet of cheap strawberry lollipops being placed gently into your arms.Â
What follows was an electric silence - and you have half the mind to tease Satoru for finally shutting the fuck up for once in his life.Â
But, no. Instead, you eye the way he stands stubbornly at the doorway, fists clenched, blue eyes locked so intensely on yours that it was like they burned.Â
Face flushed a familiar pretty pink that makes you realize that shit, he might be taller, voice deeper, broad shoulders tight against his t-shirt - but this was still the same boy that cried when you stole his favorite Digimon card in middle school. The same one that kissed you underneath a dingy slide, smelling of strawberry lollipops.
Itâs the steady tap! tap! tap! of the water droplets from his hair that have you tearing your traitorous eyes from his see-through white t-shirt.
Guess youâve both done some growing up since then.
âYou loser.â
âYes, sweetheart?â
The pink wrapping of the bouquet rustles as your grip tightens. âHe proposed to me today, yâknow.â and yet, your quiet, even voice was the only thing ringing in Satoruâs ears. He jolts, as if some visceral, primal part of himself had been poked awake. Breathing heavy, fists clenching until he could feel the neat indents of his fingernails on his palm. Of course. Heâs late. Heâs late heâs late heâs late-
That is, until youâre plowing on, âI said no.â
âHuh?â
You think back to the stuffy restaurant, the man sitting from across from you - how wrong it felt. And all it took were those four words for you to realize that. âI said no.âÂ
Satoru snaps his head up, stepping close - so close. Voice strained like he wasnât asking - begging. Praying, âWhy?â
âWeâŠâ you raise a brow at the way Satoru flinches as you trail off. So desperate. A smirk makes its way onto your face, â...we havenât divorced yet, right?â
And then youâre kissing him - or maybe heâs kissing you.Â
Fuck, you donât know - nor do you really care right now. Not when Satoruâs got his lips crashing against yours for the fifth time in your life, kissing you like it would be the last. Big arms dipping down to your waist, pulling you so tight against his muscled frame that he had half the mind to wonder whether it hurt.Â
âLove this. Love the way you kiss me- fuck-â heâs spitting against your lips, kicking the door shut behind him. âOh- would ya get mad if I-â he tries to get out through kisses. Only to suck on your pretty lips with a pained grunt. âIf I-â Again and again, like it killed him to part. â-hah- celebrated right now?â
âYes.â Youâre letting the bouquet fall to the foor, white-knuckling that useless, drenched excuse of a shirt. âNow kiss me properly, Toru.â
âYes, maâam.â
Such a sloppy mix of teeth and hands and him. Shoving a knee between your legs, making up for years and years of late nights with nothing but his fist and the pretty thought of you.Â
âYeah, thatâs it, sweetheart.â Satoru breathes out, as your urgent fingers that dispose of his shirt, feeling the gorgeous dips and curves of years of hard work to impress you. âSuck on mâtongue pretty- fuck-â His own fisting your shirt, pulling. Ripping.
âToru!â
âI want you.â Heâs letting the poor, tattered pieces drop in a pile on the floor, trailing a hand between your damp thighs before he can stop himself. âOh how Iâve wanted you. And I donât care if I have to buy fifty new outfits to make up for it.â
And itâs the feeling of his long index stroking up your sopping slit through your shorts that has you pulling away with a gasp. Delicate little strings of saliva snapping from Satoruâs kiss-bitten lips. âIf we continue like thisâŠâ your voice wavers as he presses hot kisses along your collarbone. â-my brotherâs gonna walk in.â
â...wouldnât wanna relive that playground kiss, huh?â
Itâs all he says before picking you up so easily, hands resting on your ass. Giving a playful spank ass you wrap your legs around his toned waist.Â
And itâs sloppy.
Both his lips still hotly on yours and the way heâs stumbling urgently to your room through pure muscle memory. Pulling away only when youâre all splayed out so prettily for him on your mattress.
âBlue?â he breathes, pulling your shorts off. And it comes out strained - like the very sight of your panties - all soaked and flimsy with your slick - has whateverâs remaining of Satoruâs sanity flying out the window. âBlue? Oh, youâve gotta have planned this, you little minx.â his hot breath hits your cunt as he shifts down the bed, tongue drawing languid, wet little circles on your inner thigh. âBecause donât tell me this was all for him?â
It was coincidence - or maybe fate - but that doesnât stop you from giving Satoru a slow, teasing nod. Muttering out, âSo what if it was?â
The only answer you get is thumb hooked around your shorts, pulling it just enough so that your brotherâs best friend can spy your pretty pussy.
âWell then.â he chuckles at the way you jump when his fingertip just barely grazes your clit. âGuess I jusâ hafta prove mâbetter.â
A low groan is falling from his lips as soon as they meet your puffy ones, giving your pretty clit a chaste peck. Lingering long enough that heâs sure your sweet sweet juices cover his mouth.
And oh Satoruâs sure heâll never forget the way your jaw falls slack, glassy eyes following his every move as he runs his tongue along his glossy lips. Savoring your candied taste, âNever kissed you like this before, huh?âÂ
Fuck, youâre sweeter than heâs imagined.
You whine desperately, something that has him smirking smugly, âHah, what? Cat got your tongue?â
âYouâre better when you shut up.â Itâs all you can do to buck your hips into Satoruâs pretty face - not that you had to, because one taste of your dripping cunt and he was addicted. Surging forwards until he was nose-deep, locking your ankles around his head with a firm yank.
And you canât lie - maybe youâve imagined this exact scene a few times before on those lonely nights. But you just never expected Satoru to be so depraved. Desperate.
âNgh- fuck, Toru-â you reach a hand down to thread your fingers through his hair, tugging his face up. But Satoru doesnât stop - not even for a second. Tongue still dipping to spread your swollen folds with his tongue, looking you right in the eyes as he murmurs a strangled, âMhm?âÂ
âThought you were gonna prove youâre better, hm?â
So goading. So like you.Â
At this, Satoru pulls back ever-so-slightly to laugh - laugh. His plump, glistening lips curling into a humorless little grin, âOh I will.â Thumb circling your throbbing clit. Just dragging your twitching body across the silky sheets close to his, one hand pinning your hips down. Hard. âI will.â
Loving his new favorite place between your legs one hand toys with your clit, quick, messy little patterns. Tongue even more so.Â
âNot just better.â he grunts, âGonna make you cum so much harder, too.â Having your thighs shake with each word hissed out into your cunt, each turn of his deft fingers. âTill Iâm the only thing on your mind. Me.â
And itâs all you can do to let out choked up groans of his name, back arching off the plush mattress to let him make out with your cunt deeper. Sloppier. So, so starved with the way heâs speeding up, tongue dragging across your walls. In and out in and out in and-
âFuck! Hngh-â you angle his head - and he lets you. âThere- Toru-â
Honestly, you didnât even have to tell Satoru - he could feel it. Could feel it in the way your plushy walls are squeezing his hot tongue so harsh, until it was almost difficult to fuck your pussy so sloppily. In the way youâre letting out such delicious whines each time he grazes against those sweet spots.Â
âThere? Hah- I know.â he pulls away to muse, and your cute, disappointed whine goes straight to his already rock-hard cock. âDid he?â
He didnât. And youâre shaking your head so pathetically - in a way youâd be embarrassed about usually.Â
But thatâs the last thing youâre thinking bout because you feel it - the cold, sinful feeling of Satoru spitting on your filthy cunt. Once. Twice. Blue eyes widening in delight at the way the mess of spit and slick drip down your slit.Â
âCute.â his tongue smoothes over the slutty pool, and the only thing your delirious brain can make out now is a low moan of, âSo? Whoâs better?â
Itâs all you can do to choke out a broken little, âT-T-â Face burning at the way he was so clearly enjoying your struggle. And, well, no matter painfully hard it made his dick - he had to go just a bit easy on his girl, right?
âShhhh, sâalright.â you flinch as he shoves two absolutely drenched fingers into your mouth, making so much more of a mess of it than necessary. Drinking in your cute gags, âI was asking her.â Heâs making your head spin with the way heâs speeding up. âNâ sheâs hah- very talkative.â Words muffled, and slurring together - like he was drunk off of you and your cunt. âLetâs hear what she has to ngh- say, huh?â
And with that, heâs alternating between lapping at your clit and squeezing into your sloppy entrance - like he couldnât - didnât - want to make up his mind. Oh, with your teary mewls strangled, the sound of Satoru making out with cunt is so loud. The squelches so obscene.Â
âFuuuuck.â he drawls. âLouder than I thought. I think she says Iâm better, donât you think?âÂ
You angle your head just right to catch the way his jaw grinds deeper into you, eating you out like his last meal. Your slick drooling down his chin so sinfully.Â
âNgh- fuck fuck fuck- ngh-â your yelps are dreamy, feeling like you were losing your mind with the way he was stretching you out.Â
Like you were about to snap. Any second now.Â
But Satoruâs only increasing his movements, drawing out your little moans. âAnd I think sheâs sayingâŠâ Getting sloppier. More erratic - and it didnât matter if his fingers were cramping up now, cock aching with the need to be inside you. â-that sheâs about to cum.â
You do - so hard and loud - both you and your cunt.Â
Youâre shaking, all but gushing all over Satoruâs mouth, tight pussy squeezing his tongue so hard. Barely even realizing the searing grip youâve got on his hair as you drag your sloppy pussy all over his mouth.
But Satoru doesnât mind - he gladly welcomes it, in fact. Tonguefucking your snug cunt senselessly, letting you chase your high as roughly as you wanted. Over and over.
Even when youâre vision isnât as spotty as before, even when nothingâs coming out of your mouth but little whimpers. Your breathing dying down until all that rings in your barely-lucid mind were those obscene noises of Satoruâs lips all on yours.Â
âT-Toru-â you whine, big fat tears pricking at your hazy eyes. âMâso sensitive.â
And of course this is Satoru, the same boy whoâs been pushing your buttons for years just to giggle at your adorable reactions. Which is why he grins against your twitching cunt, âSo?â
It takes everything in you to raise your head off the pillow that just seemed to be swallowing you whole, and even more to shoot Satoru a half-hearted glare. âSo mâgonna ngh- assume youâre jusâ a pussy with a s-smaller dick than-â
You donât get to finish your sentence - he doesnât let you. Because Satoruâs fumbling with his belt, peeling off those still-drenched pants just enough for you to admire his clothed erection.Â
And, shit, admittedly you expected him to have a big dick - having been subjected to way too much locker room talk with your brother - but this was ridiculous.Â
âWhat? Too big?â He flashes you that infuriating grin. Palming his rock-hard cock through his boxers at the way your beautiful eyes trace the outline of his cock, all swollen and big. So intimidatingly big. âDamn, sweetheart, if I knew that this was how Iâd get that feisty lilâ mouth of yours to shut up then Iâd have done it a lot sooner.âÂ
And you donât even know if youâre breathing, the pads of your fingers dancing along his bulge. Tracing those prominent veins. Thumbing that little damp spot at his fat head. âYou wouldnât have.âÂ
He hisses as your soft hands dip into the hem of his underwear. Voice cracking slightly, âI wouldnât.â
Then youâre gasping - in sync with Satoruâs low moan - as you finally let him spring free. Thick cock hitting his sculpted abs, red tip smearing precum in a lewd little pool. Weeping and so so angry at the sight of you.
At the heavenly feeling of your thumb teasing under his sensitive slit, âOh, shit.âÂ
Heâs throwing his head back when you give an experimental pump, all the way from his pretty tip to the tufts fo white at his hilt. Fist gliding all over the thumping veins. Bucking his hips up like such a slut into your touch.Â
âO-oh fuck.â he cracks an eye open at the way your hand looked so small compared to his dick, how well you were taking care of him. âBeen ngh- dreaming of this since I learned what handjobs were, yâknow? Hah- shit- ya gotta stop before I fuckinâ pass out.â
And Satoru thinks he could cum right then and there at the way youâre bringing your soaked index up to your mouth. Batting your lashes as you suck on them with a lewd pop! âFrom jusâ that?â
âYou have no idea.â
Thatâs all it takes for Satoru to throw your still-quivering thighs over his shoulders, effectively shutting up whatever tease is on the tip of your sharp tongue by kissing your swollen folds with his fat head. Giving it one, long drag.Â
Your mouth is sagging open at the slow, torturous teasing. The sheer anticipation that had your mouth running, âS-so much for ah- jusâ being âfriendsâ, huh?â
âOh, sweetheart.â And youâre flinching from Satoruâs deep, dark tone. The way heâs bracing his fingers so bruisingly on your hips, reeling all the way back till his tip was just kissing your hole. âWe stopped being friends the day you married me on that playground.âÂ
And then heâs slamming in - pushing past that first, feeble ring of resistance, gummy walls stretching out so perfectly for him. As if he fit right in - and he tells you that. Pants it into your open mouth a little over fifteen times, in fact.Â
âShiiiit, look at you.â he canât tear his eyes away from the side of your lips stretching so wide to try and milk him. Sloppy entrance stretching out like magic. âSâlike youâre made for me, huh? This pussy is made fâme?â
âNgh- fuck, Toru! Sâtoo big-â you keen, feet flattening on the mattress. As if to escape. To maybe fucking breathe. Â
Not even half-way in yet, but aleady torn between pushing away and sinking yourself down on his swollen cock for more more more-
âDonât you dare run away.â he warns, looking up at you through his long lashes. âIâve waited too long for this. Nâ youâre not taking this pretty pussy away any time soon.â Inch by fucking inch. Grinding in short, sharps jabs - no rhythm of rhyme, like they were genuinely out of control. âWay too f-fuckinâ-â All the way until your puffy folds was meeting his hilt. Finally. All the way in. â-long.â
And once Satoru had you split apart on his dick - had those tears rolling down your cheeks, cunt swallowing him so sluttily - itâs like something snaps.Â
Because he doesnât waste a second - heâs already wasted almost two decades, anyway - filling you up with his mean hips. Not fucking easing you into it because you always did bring out that part of him, the part that him looping two strong arms around your waist. Pulling.Â
âOh- f-fuck câmere.â Satoru gasps, pressing your body so crushingly against his. Kissing your shaky shoulers, your sweaty forehead, the gentleness so contrasting to his hips.âGod Iâve missed out- fuck fuck fuck-âÂ
Youâve never seen the great Gojo Satoru - campus sex symbol - so uncomposed. Eyes half-lidded, just boring into yours, mouth slack in a soft oh! as he drags his cock all over inside your gummy walls. And the sight is so heavenly that you make the mistake the mistake of cracking a minute smile.
Just barely curling your lips before - âDonât smile at me like that.â Heâs dipping down a hand to roll your ravaged clit between two bullying fingers. âFuck, sheâs gonna be the death of me. Right?â
You keen at the- stimulation? The strech? The sheer embarrassment as you realize that Satouâs still talking to your sloppy pussy? Nodding so mockingly up at you as he plows on, âMhm, she says you needa be ngh- knocked down a god, youâre tight- peg or two. So- get- ready-âÂ
Heâs using this as an excuse to sit up on his knees, dragging you onto his lap so easily like some ragdoll.Â
âThatâs more like it.â
Youâre sliding deeper down his painfully hard cock - all the way till his heavy balls rest beneath your ass, clit rubbing against his pelvis every time he bounces you like some slut. Â
Deep. Ruthless.
âKeep your eyes open, sweetheart.â He chuckles, and youâre screwing open your eyes that you donât even remember shutting. Trying so hard to stop crying out at the feeling of the curve of his dick massaging your walls. âYa gotta hngh- see the o-only one whoâd fuckinâ you properly, right?â
You squeal when heâs taking your clit captive once more. Finger quick, deft. âY-yes.â
But that wasnât enough for Satoru - it might as well never be. Because heâs only ramming his hips up further. Like heâs pushing into your stomach, your lungs, all the way into your cockdrunk brain. Fat head alternating between kissing your poor, abused cervix and all those sweet spots heâd mapped out with his tongue.
âSounded unsure to me.â heâs pouty against your hardened nipples bouncing enticingly in his face. Fingers quirking faster on your clit, âMaybe I should ngh- stop then?â
âNo!â Your hips stutter against Satoruâs. Nails clawing down the sculpted panes of his shoulders, leaving red angry marks for him to take as a sign tomorrow morning that no, it wasnât just one of his dreams this time. âNo no no- mâsure. Youâre the only one makinâ me feel this way.â
You can feel the way heâs twitching wildly at your words, dick thumping harder inside your sensitive cunt.Â
He punctures each word with a heavy, calculated thrust. Hand stretching and squeezing open your cunt from behind to let him slide impossibly deeper. âHmmm, Iâm not convinced.âÂ
Your stupid mouth is only capable of letting out broken, choked-up little moans of his name, ankles locking around those dimples at the end of his spine. âSâyouââ
âStill not convinced.â
But heâs still speeding up his movements, just dragging you up and down his cock. âWho else made you hah- feel this good?â Sure to claim you from the inside out - to leave marks everywhere. Heavy balls on your ass, weeping tip on your cervix, lips bruised as you whimper at his murmured, âThat ex of yours?â Biting down your neck, âThat barista that always flirts with you?â Pulling away only to breathe into your lips, âWho?â
â I- fuck itâs only you, Toru.â
âSound convincing to you?â Satoru hums down at your cunt, biting his lower lip at the way you were milking him so good. Your slick soaking him all the way down to his balls - so needy in a way he never thought heâd see. âYeah-â be breathes, nosing at your neck. âShe agrees- fuck does this tight lilâ pussy of yours agree.â A few tears, a few gorgeous marks down his back, and he was finally convinced. âYouâre mine.â
You donât even realize it when youâre cumming, and Satoru doesnât either.
Both of you too caught up in each other to recognize that familiar, white-hot pleasure running down your spine - all the way down to where he was so mercilessly buried in your cunt. Â
And youâre well into the blood roaring deafeningly in your ears, the sight of Satoru - all wrecked - blurring as he fucks his hips up. Harsh. Eyes rolling to the back of his head as he paints your quivering walls white.Â
Cumming and cumming so hard that you can feel his seed dribbling down your thighs, making such a mess all over Satoruâs lap. Your poor, overfilled cunt soon bloated and unable to keep up with it.
âToruââ you whine, like a prayer. Milking the fucking soul out of him while he gently paws at your messy hair.
âShhh, I know I know, sweetheart.â Such a stark contrast to the way he was filling you up like his favorite sex toy. Not even bothering to move anymore, one hand on your hip, moving your limp body up and down his sensitive cock to fuck it deeper. The other still playing with your clit, âSâalright, my girlâ
Satoruâs hands never leave you, and he prays that now that he got a taste - well, you better be alright with them not leaving you for as long as he lives.
âAs long as you live, huh?â you chuckle groggily, a noise so dreamy that Satoru canât even be mad that he said it out loud. âAnd all that riling me up these years. Do you have a degradation kink or something?â
âWell, only one way to find out~â
âOh shut up you-â
SLAM!
âYooo, I bought dinner from that- WHAT THE FUCK?â
There were only two more lessons to be learned:
Always lock the door. Always. And in case you donât, a bouquet of lollipops will do the trick to a Suguru reeling from the newest addition to the family.Â
Cheap takeout tastes better with an apologetic Suguru, and an ice pack to his cheek - and you to kiss it better.
A/N. Can you tell I kept listening to that one Artemas song while writing this?
Plagiarism not authorized.
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ExHusband!Simon x Reader
You Want a Divorce? (One)
Note: I'm having the WORST writer's block now so pls excuse my lack of proper writing... I'm currently sitting in front of a beach writing in hopes that ill gain inspo
CW: Angst, mentions of sex, jealous/possessive Simon, PLS DONT LEAVE YOUR KIDS IN THE CAR !!! Or break into someoneâs house
Inspired by: Ex!Husband Simon
PART TWO
Simon stared at you. The shades of his eyes simmering into endless voids of obsidian, blonde lashes moulded against his greased lids, the residue of the perpetual torture his body had succumbed to during deployment.
âYou want a divorce?â He spoke, voice deep as he flickered between your shaking heads, sweat soiling into the papers gripped firmly and your swollen face, cheeks feverish with a red hue, eyes even more so.
You held back a rough sob, throat stripped of all moisture evident in your hoarse voice as you spoke, âYes, Simon. I think it would be best for our family⊠for us.â
He scoffed. âYou think the best thing for our family is to separate?â
âWe already pretty much are. Youâre away for days, weeks, months at a time. Weâre hardly a family and itâs difficult to explain to the children why Iâm crying.â
âOk then.â
That was it. You would admit, it stung. His lacklustre tone felt like a stab in the gut, the blade drenched with anthrax as it reared blistering sores internally, the effects having shown through your putrid complexion. Your skin was dull, practically lifeless, the only living form of you grew day by day through the darkening of eyebags that almost made you look apocalyptic.
It had been 12 months of separation, officially 8 being legally divorced. You kept his last name, the permanent burn of hearing Mrs Riley still searing through you with every syllable, yet you feel it would only hurt you more if they said Ms.
Simon was often away now, and the minimal family time he used to get felt pointless as the shabby apartment he moved into after the sudden interference of your mind-boggling news barely fit the two kids you shared. His body felt more relentless on him, the taunting of his mind fulgurated the inoperative reality that he would come home to you, to his family.
His voice, almost like it dropped an octave had grown richer in aggression, tormenting those he deemed suitable, both with his tongue and with his bruised knuckles, an oil painting of blue and purple hues radiating across the pale flesh as he shrugged it off to his team as âpushing himself and others to do betterâ.
Couldnât you realise your mistake? Wouldnât you prefer crying in his arms about his absence than never having it fulfilled again?
As he looked around the bleak environment, tan stained walls revolting the creaking mattress he had brought someone home to, someone who wasnât you. It made him feel sick like a viral infection had slunk its way into his bloodstream as he laid next to a woman that failed to make his cock throb, endless images of you sprawled out under him flickering. No wonder he called out your name instead.
You felt the familiar shake of your hands every time your phone dinged; Simonâs dreary tone was evident through his dry âOn the wayâ text. You ushered a day of your childrenâs life into their cartoon-themed backpacks, innocent smiles adorning their skin, doe-like eyes of brown, far too familiar to Simonâs staring up at you.
The sound of his car scraping into your paved driveway almost made you feel like throwing up, the nerves of seeing him combined with the already present pit of anxiety due to your date later turning you into one big shaky mess as you brushed it off as âtoo much caffeineâ.
The echo of his car door slamming shut rung through your ears, staining you with the reiteration that your ex-husband was now at your door, heavy fists knocking upon the wood. The image you saw of him in your mind morphed back to reality as you stared at him, a blank expression on your face.
âHi, love.â
âHi, Simon.â
Your frown was clear, the pet name you were so used to becoming a distant memory in the past few months. It was a hole you were attempting to fill, to clear yourself away from his teasing tongue and faux impression of a healthy relationship. You were divorced for a reason, you knew that, but as you gazed upon the lack of life in his skin, it was almost like he was holding a mirror up to you.
âDaddy!â You watched as your 5-year-old, Ella, practically leapt into his hefty frame, his hands coiling around her like second nature. You could feel his warmth, the heat that would build in your stomach when you felt those same digits touch you.
âHi sweetheart,â his voice gruff, yet tone lighter as he placed a delicate kiss on the skin of her forehead, âYou miss me?â
She nodded, her face buried in the hem of his neck as your other child cooed from the bouncy chair, tubby legs attempting to wheel himself to the door.
âThereâs my boy,â Simon practically cooed as he placed Ella down, bounding inside as he lifted the toddler out, grabby arms reaching out to pull at Simonâs locks, gentle tugs causing you to laugh.
Your voice cut through the scene like glass. Why would you want to destroy such a happy moment? Werenât you supposed to be reuniting? Just say it, tell Simon you want him to come home, that you need him.
âThis is Ellaâs bag,â you speak, holding up the pink Minnie Mouse bag, âAnd this is Tobyâs.â Your son giggled as he muffled out the words, âTransformersâ.
Simon nodded, âAre you doing anything tonight?â
Ella practically screeched, âMummyâs going on a date!â The thrill of her laughter that followed only seemed to make the situation more awkward.
âA date?â Simonâs voice was deadly, the hair raising on your arms as you shook your head, a tight smile on your suddenly dry lips.
âNo, no, nothing like that. Just catching up with an old colleague of mine.â
âBut heâs a boy, Mummy,â Ella giggled. Who was raising your daughter to be such a big mouth? Your face formed an annoyed look, eyebrows raising as a line of wrinkles crinkled against your forehead, your pointer fingers massaging your temples.
âAn old colleague?â Simon practically gasped. Had he met him at your old work Xmas parties?
âLetâs get you guys in the car.â You fumbled with Tobyâs car seat as you strapped him in, your nimble fingers shaking with anxiety before you shut the door, pressing a kiss against the window before wiping away the minimal residue of dirt. Gross.
âWho is he?â His tone was acerbic like he was looking for an argument. How dare you try and replace him? He was your husband, the father of your two kids? Have you seen this random man before? Had he fucked you?
âGod, Simon-â
âWho is he?â Simon was relentless, bullying his way into getting the answers as his arms folded across his chest, tattoos practically screaming at you too.
âHis nameâs Andrew. I ran into him at a coffee shop a few weeks back and he just wanted to catch up. Thatâs it.â
A loud scoff sounded in the air. âYou mean that geezer from that corporate job you hated? The one who didnât know it was weird to blatantly stare down your dress when you were standing next to your fucking husband?â
âHe didnât stare down my dress! Youâre not my husband anymore, Simon. I can see who I want.â
âI donât want our children to grow up thinking they have multiple dads.â
Youâll admit, that stung.
âMultiple dads? Youâre out of your mind. The only reason they would ever believe they have multiple dads is if their real one stopped showing up. And where have you been, Simon? When have you shown up?â
Simon held his tongue, the warmth of the metallic taste gashing through his teeth as he practically snarled past you. âIâll bring them back tomorrow.â
The dress you wore was practically suffocating you as you tucked your stomach in. Simon never minded the change in your figure after motherhood, he found himself liking it even more. He loved knowing that his seed put you through that, that he made you swell with his children, and he brought out the glow in your cheeks and the delicate stretch marks that laced your hips.
Andrew was nice. His tone was comforting as he walked to your door, ushering you to his car as he insisted you could order whatever you wanted. He was handsome, the salt and pepper hues of his hair settling your insecurity.
âWeâll take the Pinot Noir,â he spoke, looking at you with an almost arrogant sheer in his blue eyes. You only liked white. Simon knew that just like he knew everything about y-
Youâre not with Simon anymore. You had to realise that. Maybe thatâs why you brought Andrew home, let him shove his cock (that was a lot smaller than what you were used to) inside your heat, as you let out moans you had mimicked from the porn you watched with the actor that resembled far too much of your ex-husband.
Simon's fingers gripped the steering wheel early the next morning, your two children snuggled up in the backseat as he drove back to his old house, your old home. He wasnât a man who gave up easy, he would show you, prove to you that you made a mistake. You needed each other.
Hold on. You donât drive a red car?
His car lurched into the entrance of your home, nearly ramming into the garage as he shoved it in park, rolling down the two back windows slightly for air as he dug around in the small side compartment of his car.
The familiar gold key he had stolen from you the night he packed up all his stuff stared back at him, practically egging him on. Go on Simon, march in there. So he did. His hand rattled against the door knob, glancing back to peak into the car for a second before he slammed the door shut.
Your body froze. Were you being robbed? No. It was only Simon. A very angry-looking Simon. You stood, the white sheet barely shielding your naked body as he took in the sight of the man next to you, his hands wrapping around his shoulders as he practically ripped him out of bed, flinging him onto the floor as he grunted, eyes reared with hatred.
âSimon, what the fuck are you doing? WHERE ARE THE KIDS?â
Andrew groaned, on the floor, covering his groin as Simon chucked the masculine clothes at his head, the thin boxers soiled across the manâs scalp as he trembled.
âOur kids are asleep in the car, waiting for their Mummy to come to the zoo with them.â Simonâs words were despicable, laced with an acrimonious tone, small particles of spit seething through his lips as stared at you.
He turned to the man, a giant frame staggering over the top of him. âGet the fuck out, and if you wake up our kids when you go past, I will personally put a bullet straight in the middle of your skull,â he said, pushing a thick digit against his forehead as Andrew rushed out, clothes barely on before you felt the front door shut, a cry of apologises leaving your lips as you tried to assist him but Simon only held you back, a tight grip coiling around your arm.
âWhat the fuck was that? Howâd you get in?â You couldnât even place the words to say, humiliation roaring through you as you snuggled the sheet closer to you, away from his peering eyes.
âItâs time to be a family again, donât you think love?â
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Okay scribbled this out Super Fast and my justifications for this are in the tags BUT-
Short DPXDC Prompts #658
very powerful spectral entities serve on the Ghost Kings council to advise and assist the king in his duties. Some commonly powerful entities are collectives. Usually the collective consciousness of a city, a concept, or an ideology.
Two of those collectives that serve the Ghost Kings Council is Metropolis and Gotham.
#Obviously it's based off the superman suit BUT#I made the upper half black for Two Reasons#1) To make it look like a suit jacket (metropolis business-y whatever???)#2) With the red cape and the yellow decal in it it looks a bit like the suit Clark wore to honour Jor-El#I put the yellow diamond there to represent the El house crest too but left the actual space for the crest blank#To represent that- although Metropolis connects to the house of El through its chosen protector- it can never truly be a part of it#Just as much as Clark can never really know his home planet either#Thought having the star/supernova head would be cool to represent the solar energy that Superman gets his powers from#But also because it parallels what I think Gotham would be like as a spirit#Very human looking but carrying this sense of Otherness and the weight of an ancient curse#Whereas Metropolis is very visibly ethereal and alien but so alive in a way that's almost weird for a spirit#Just utterly teeming with warmth and explosive hope#One seeming human but feeling Other and one looking Other but seeming human you know??#The glowing green at the back is for Kryptonite#As a remnant of Krypton- the grief at its back#& a reminder of the desire to never have to grieve a whole world that way again being the foundations of Metropolis' existence#Idk I think it'd be Super Fun if the spirit of Metropolis was actually the old spirit of Krypton as a whole#Weak and barely existing for years after the planet's destruction but just waiting and waiting for its last little star to settle#And allow the Earth to thread itself through with these new alien roots#Which would be why despite being such a new city spirit Metropolis would already be so powerful#Also would it not be So Good if Danny was talking about his council to the JL#And Superman found out that the ancient spirit of his home planet had been rooting for him this whole time#To the point where it'd taken the name of his new home and tried to protect it like he did#Would that not be So Sweet#I have more thoughts but the tags are becoming a novel so!!! HSDJFGDSJ#Hopefully this makes sense I did not get enough sleep LMAO#Honestly I've been thinking about Clark recently I might write something for this at some point#(Also Do Not ask me about my opinions of what the spirit of Fawcett would be like and their dynamic with the Gotham+Metropolis spirits are)#(Because we will be here for A Year)#dpxdc
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Come Home
Pairing - Sylus x f!MC
Summary - Sylus has headed out to deal with some business, leaving you concerned for him as he doesnât return when he told you he would. Fluff and a bit of angst. Sylus and MC arenât yet in a relationship.
Word count - 2k
A/N - Hi! This is my first little one shot for LADS, and I hope you enjoy it. I do accept requests and look forward to writing more for this fandom đ€
It had been hours since you last heard from him.
You tried to tell yourself that you didnât need to worry. That he was more than capable and has always returned in one piece. That your worry is wasted on him anyway, considering the fact that you werenât even supposed to like him.
But you felt sick.
It was almost impossible not to be concerned. No matter where he was or what he was doing, he has always been reachable. Youâve tried his phone so many times that the battery eventually gave up on your futile attempts and went to sleepâwhich is what you should be doing at this hour.Â
Mephisto had accompanied him on his outing, Luke and Kieran staying at the base with you under Sylusâs orders. They didnât seem at all bothered by the fact that it was currently three hours past the time Sylus had told them heâd be back. They know him better than you do, but their constant reassurance did little to soothe the panic starting to show.
âPlease,â you practically beg. âI have this awful feeling that something has happened to him. Please go and look for him.â
Kieran groaned at her, tired of having to repeat himself once more. âWe already told you.â
âBossâs orders are non-negotiable,â Luke chimes in from where heâs lounging in an armchair.
âHeâd have our heads as soon as we walked out the door.â
You were becoming more irritated each second by their nonchalant attitude. They didnât even seem to give a shit, and you werenât currently in the right mindset to delve into why you gave so much of a shit.
He was a criminal. A man who had such questionable intentions and motives that you didnât even want to know the bare minimum of what he got up to whenever he headed out alone.
If something had happened to him, however, you wanted names.
As poorly as your acquaintance with him had begun, you found him to be more intriguing with every moment spent in his presence. His likes and dislikes, his attentive nature whenever youâre around, the way he chooses a vinyl record based on the type of mood heâs inâeven the way he dresses has you analysing his every six feet and two inches of pure, solid muscle.
He wasnât bad on the eye, especially when he was looking at you. You couldnât fully figure it out, but there was a very subtle tenderness to his presence when he was around you. Subtle in a way that didnât overshadow his ability to be the biggest asshole youâd ever met.
âIf you keep pacing like that then Iâm going to throw up,â Luke complains.
You shoot him a harsh glare. âIf you donât like it then get out and find your boss,â you grit back.
With an exaggerated huff, he pulls himself out of his seat, stretching his arms over his head. You feel a glimmer of hope, only for it to be shot down almost immediately. âIâll let you know if I pass by him in my dreams,â he teases, walking out of the lounge and towards his own room.
You wanted to drag him back and push him out of the front door, but the man could probably put you to sleep with a snap of his skilled fingers. Instead, you growl angrily as his chuckles sound from the hallway.
Kieran stood up, too, mimicking his twin with his stretching. He paused for a moment, and you waited for his addition to his brother's teasing.
âHeâll be back,â he assured, surprising you. âIf heâs not back by morning, weâll figure something out. Just go to sleep.â
He doesnât wait for a response from you as he follows after Luke, both of them turning in for the night. Sleep sounded like pure bliss, but you werenât going to be able to do so.
You couldnât even sit down, your legs automatically taking you around every single piece of furniture so many times that you were starting to get dizzy.Â
âPlease come back,â you chanted quietly to yourself quietly, if only to keep your pacing on track and your mind alert.Â
âPlease come back. Please come back.â
You werenât sure how long it had been, but as soon as you heard the front door, you bolted for it on unsteady legs.
He came in quietly, which was completely overshadowed by your crashing into things on your way to get a visual on him. You practically fell through the door that led to the entry hall, where he looked only mildly bewildered and wholly amused.
There were no visual signs of any injury, but light blood splatters dotted across his white shirt, indicating an altercation. Mephisto sat happily on his shoulder, cawing as soon as he laid his mysterious little red eyes on you. The damn bird was never too happy whenever you were around.
Sylus raised an eyebrow at you. âExpecting someone?âÂ
That asshole.
He dropped off the face of the earth for hours, and had the audacity to greet you with sarcasm.Â
Before your brain could warn you about the threat of putting your hands on him, you sprang forward, striking his chest with the palm of your hand. Then again. And again.
It was pathetically weak from your exhaustion, and he didnât so much as blink as you assaulted his blood-spattered shirt. Mephisto, however, took to fighting back immediately, pecking at your hands and screeching.
Sylus shooed him away quickly, and the mechanical crow reluctantly took his leave. He proceeded to just stand there as his winged companion flew away, entirely unbothered by your outburst.
Your movements were quickly faltering, the already feeble slaps to his torso becoming far and few between. Still, he did not move. Did not speak. He was the most feared man in the N109 Zone, and he was letting you lash out on him.
Your hand finally stopped on the lapel of his coat, gripping it for a second to catch your breath. He waited for you to finally take a step back, your arms crossing over your chest immediately so you could fully close in on yourself. You were certain that your little outburst was going to bring some repercussions.
Unable to fight it, your bottom lip started to tremble. You had been walking around that lounge for so long that you had convinced yourself he was not coming back. That the wrong person had finally found him and gotten the better of him.
And you just know what he wouldâve said if you indulged him in that speculation. What a silly little thought, sweetie.
He closed the space between you, your head automatically dropping to avoid his crimson gaze. You couldnât bear it, the anticipation of what he was going to do. Your ass was likely headed back to Linkon on foot.
Warm fingers curled beneath your chin, lifting your gaze back up to his. He was towering over you, but you strangely didnât feel intimidated. All you could feel was his warmth, and your wave of emotions crashing into their withering barrier.
His face gave nothing away as he studied you, still holding your trembling chin between his thumb and forefinger. âAre you finished?â
He didnât ask it sarcastically. He was giving you an opening. If you werenât, heâd allow you to resume until you got it all out of your system.
But you were done, your arms feeling like jelly to the point that crossing them was taking a big effort from you. You nod, feeling wetness pooling in your eyes. This all felt ridiculous. He didnât owe you phone calls or explanations, you both barely considered each other friends.Â
The surprisingly soft pad of his thumb brushed gently across your shaking lip, his eyes following the movement. âIâm sorry.â
In any other circumstance, those two words would have shocked you enough to make you fall over. But you were a little too far on the delusional side of exhaustion, your body running on the fumes of your panic.
Your eyes flicker away, the wetness tipping over the edge and dripping off of your lashes. He turned your drifting head back to him to lock eyes with you again. He never did like it when you broke his gaze.
âThings got a bit out of hand,â he explained quietly, not needing an explanation for why you were so upset. âYou shouldnât worry.â
âI wasnât,â you lie, earning an amused chuckle from him.
He brushed his knuckle across your cheek to rid you of your tears. âNo? Why else would a kitten get her claws out, then? Did Luke and Kieran forget to feed you?â
You scoffed at his teasing, following his lead back into the ease of your strange companionship. âTheyâre terrible babysitters,â you say, sniffling away the last of your upset.Â
He smirked, moving his hand to cup the back of your neck. He pulled you towards him, embracing you gently with a deep inhale. You almost swore he was smelling your hair, but you shut that thought down. It was far too complicated for such a tired mind to dwell over.
It wasnât the first time youâve both embraced, but this instance did feel quite different. It felt comforting, rather than nerve wracking. Nobody embraces a man like Sylus without at least a modicum of fear beneath the surface.
âYou could have called,â you whispered. âOrâŠor at least answered my calls.â
He sighed, the blow of breath tickling your hairline. âThere isnât a good signal where I went tonight,â he explains. âI should have mentioned that. I didnât want to call once I did have service in case you were sleeping. I apologise.â
An overwhelming warmth filled your chest, different to the one emanating off of his body. You look up at him, lifting a hand to his forehead. He humours you by allowing it, his eyes trained on yours as you felt the cool skin beneath the hair falling over his face.
âAre you coming down with something? Youâve apologised to me twice now,â you say, half serious.
He didnât laugh or tease, his face slipping back into that easy nonchalant expression. âI assure you, Iâm not coming down with anything. I could ask you the same thing, though. Since when did you become a worrier, kitten?â
You didnât know how to answer that. It was something you yourself had to figure out. Caring for him wasnât on your bingo cards when you first met. If anything, the very first day you met, youâd have been relieved if he hadnât returned.
âDonât get used to it,â you murmur, his smirk returning at your half-assed response.
âIâll try, but I do get attached,â he whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear. He looks as though heâs contemplating something, and it takes a moment before he speaks again. âIâll get us some better communication devices. Something you can carry around that I can alert you on.â
A slight sense of guilt washed over you. âNo, itâs okay. You donât need to be concerned about my insecurities, I shouldnât be keeping tabs on you.â
Sylus shook his head, his mind already made up. He taps a finger against your temple. âMy concern about what goes on in there is for me to deal with. If some better technology eases your troubles, then it eases mine too.â
There it was. That side of him that kept you so very intrigued and made you feel a sense ofâŠhome? He often used words that didnât m quite mean the same as his intentions, but you could see it in him.
He cares.
He rubs a firm hand up and down your back before turning you around, lightly pushing you away from the front door.
âItâs about time we got some sleep,â he says, barely above a whisper.Â
You let him guide you through the halls, his lips dropping to your ear as he whispered again.
âFeel free to monitor me.â
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Summary : After finding out that Alastor indeed had ears atop his head, it was now time for round two of your game - his deer tail.
Pairing : Alastor x Reader
Word count : 3313 Words
Genre : Fluff, Suggestive(?)
Warnings â” Possessive and out of character Alastor,
he accidentally hurts and scares Reader
a/n : Continuation of my Alastor x Reader story, > Deer in headlight < , got asked for this by a few people, so here ya'll go! Hope it's as good as the first one!âĄ
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It had been a week since you had discovered Alastor's ears and he had let you touch them for the first time. Sneaking on him a few times to caress or play with them, maybe even a little tug or kiss to them when none of the others were looking. The relationship between you two also changed to something different, you couldn't exactly put a name to it, but it was more than friends, but definitely less than lovers. It confused you. Alastor confused you. Once he is nice to you, cooks you dinner, and lets you play with his ears while he writes a new script, the next time he rather distances himself from you, makes jokes here and there as if he himself didn't know what to do nor how to act.
The others also had picked up on the change between you two, Angel was teasing you about it a lot, Husker just warned you to be careful, Niffty was herself like always and Charlie was super happy about how close you two seemed to have gotten now.
So now to your new mission at hand, round two of your self-proclaimed game. Figure out if Alastor has a tail and if yes, get around to touch it! But this time it seemed to be harder than before, Alastor had his guard up a lot around you now, even when he let you play with his ears. Every time your hand wanders away from his ears down to try and peak under his coat, his hand either guides yours back up to his head or he entirely gets up and leaves, making sure you cannot find out if he has a fluffy little tail.
So now you were sitting at the bar, head resting on the counter as Husker slid your favorite drink over to you. "No look yet huh sweets? Was surprised you even got around to touching his ears without injuries." Angel now sat down beside you, softly patting your back as you let out a tired groan. "I just don't get it! I mean he saw that in the it wasn't that bad when I touched his ears! So why is it so bad now if I figure out if he has a tail too!" Pouting, you sit up a bit now taking a sip from your glass. "Maybe he doesn't have one, none of us ever saw one at least. Or maybe if he has one it's a different feeling for him than his ears?" Husker was cleaning a glass now as he spoke to you. Maybe he was right but.. you really wanted to know if he had a cute matching tail. Eyes going around the foyer now as you notice Alastor making his way up the stairs.
"Al! Wait up!" Jumping down from the barstool to follow him up the stairs, he waited for you on the stairs before walking up beside you. Eyes glancing over to him, he looked calm as always, his signature smile adorning his face, staff clutched in one hand as he walked alongside you. "How can I help you today dear?" Looking over at him now, you simply followed him to where he was going. "Are you doing a broadcast today? May I listen again?" Raising an eyebrow slightly Alastor looks over to you, nodding in agreement as he leads you to his radio tower. Over the last week, you had listened to his broadcast live two times already, which made you happy that he allowed you to join him. Opening the door for you, you enter first as you immediately take a seat at the table, Alastor had put up a second chair for you. Still, you noticed how his eyes had a glimmer of suspicion at how you suddenly wanted to listen in today.
Waiting for him to start the broadcast, your head was leaning on your hand as you watched Alastor with a smile. Suddenly an idea came into your head, trying to suppress the grin that was threatening to grow on your face. Alastor was focused on his broadcast, talking about something you weren't even listening to anymore. Reaching your hand over now, your fingertips softly graze his ears, as Alastor lets out a surprised yet quiet yelp, before turning his head to you with a warning glare. Returning his gaze with a smirk now, as you stand up from your seat and slowly walk over to him, he was glaring at you now. You were so close to fucking up, but this was a chance. Reaching your hand out to the back of his coat to pull it up. Quickly the > On Air < sign switched up, as Alastor grabbed your wrist in a rather right grip. Turning his head to you now, his antlers had grown in size, a red X on his forehead, and eyes turned to dials. You definitely fucked up now.
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Gulping once, you try to pull your arm back from his grip, which just makes him tighten it. Hissing lowly, you squeeze your eyes shut, it was slowly stinging a bit from how tight his grip was. "Al.. You're hurting me!" Alastor finally turned back to himself, letting go of your red wrist now, a print of his fingers visible as you cradled your hand against your chest. "I'm going to leave for now.." Head down as you hurriedly leave the room, closing the door behind you as you dart for your room, ignoring Angel's calls who just walked past you. Throwing yourself on your bed now, you looked at your wrist scared now. He had never used his demon form for you, there was no way of denying that he had scared you. Closing your eyes to push away the tears that were slowly building up in your eyes, as your consciousness drifts away.
"Dear, wake up." A hand on your shoulder was softly shaking you awake, lifting your head to take in your surroundings before meeting Alastor's eyes. Sitting up quickly, you scoot a bit away from him as you watch him with wide eyes. "Alastor..! What are you doing in my room?" Watching him now, as he takes a seat on the edge of your bed, making sure to not make you any more uncomfortable by getting too close to you. "I'm sorry about back there, I lost it a bit, I shouldn't have." Despite smiling, you noticed that Alastor was genuinely apologizing to you. "I'm sorry, I crossed a line there, I used your trust in me listening to your broadcast live, I'm truly sorry." Laying your hand near his own carefully, letting him decide if he wants to be touched right now. Looking down, he softly takes your hand, as he presses a kiss against the red fingerprints he had left behind. His eyes were closed right now as his lips linger a second longer than they usually do. "I'll make it up to you, I promise." Raising to his feet now, he gave you a soft smile, before leaving you stunned in your room.
Laying back down against your pillows, your gaze was on the ceiling as your cheeks became a soft shade of red. What was he thinking? Turning onto your side now as you hug your pillow against your chest, looking to where Alastor sat just a few minutes prior.
The next day arrives, as you make your way down the stairs to the others. Charlie was right now explaining something to Angel and Husker, hyper as always. Vaggie was simply sitting on one of the couches with a book right now, while Alastor was nowhere to be seen. "Hey Vaggie, have you seen Alastor?" Leaning over the back of the couch now so the girl could see you as she looks over to you. "He went out rather early today, saying something about Overlords meeting and visiting a friend in Cannibal Town." Raising your eyebrows slightly at that, friend in Cannibal Town? Definitely Rosie. He probably decided to tag along with her a bit after the meeting, as she was also an Overlord. Thanking Vaggie, you go over to the other three to let Vaggie read her book in peace.
"Okay and then when Heaven agrees we could- Oh good morning!" Waving to you immediately now as Charlie noticed you coming over. Greeting them all with a smile and good morning now before Charlie starts to ramble on about her plans. It was nice seeing such a hyper and happy girl in hell, it was definitely a change to how people normally were down here.
"By the way sweets, would you mind tagging along to the city today? I wanted to go visit some clothing stores you would definitely like!" Angel laid his hand on your shoulder now as he asked you, before even thinking you agreed. It had been a while since you had last been to the part of Pentagram City where all the clothing stores were located. Besides Alastor isn't here today to try any of your attempts to see his tail nor to play with his ears. After quickly getting changed, Angel led you to the stores he was talking about. And he sure was right, you found so many good clothes to your liking in many different styles. One thing hell didn't lack was good fashion, probably thanks to Velvette from the Vees.
Leaving the store now with a lot of bags in hand, Angel decided to pull you to his favorite > cheap yet delicious < restaurant as he called it. While looking around a bit, you couldn't help but notice a certain red-haired demon walking down the streets, alongside Rosie, as their arms were hooked together, laughing. You knew they were simply good old friends, yet you couldn't do anything about this weird feeling bubbling up in your stomach. Reaching your hand out, you softly tug on Angel's shirt, head hung low. "What's it, sweets? Ya suddenly don't seem so good." His hand softly raised your chin now to look at you, noticing your pained expression. "Are ya hurt?" Taking a good look at you to make sure you weren't visibly hurt anywhere. Raising your head again, your eyes on the two other demons, Angel's eyes follow yours before letting out a sight.
"I know they're only friends but.. I feel weird seeing them I don't even know why myself!" The bag you were holding dropped to the ground, before hiding your face in your hands. "Sweets, if you ask me that sounds as if ya're jealous.." Angel's hand softly patting your head now as you raise your head, eyes meeting his. "But.. That would mean.. And he would never reciprocate.." Tears were building up in your eyes, before you knew it Angel pulled you into a comforting hug, softly patting your head. "It's going to be okay sweets." Staying there for a good minute or two, before you calmed down again. What you didn't see was a certain dial eyes watching you, as Angel had his arms around you and your body against his chest.
Deciding to head back to the hotel for now, Angel said he would take you to the restaurant another time. Back at the hotel you for now decided to head back to your room for a little rest. The shopping bag is thrown onto a chair before flopping down on your bed. A sigh leaves your lips. The last few days really weren't the best for you and were slowly wearing you down.
"Say dear, I thought we had a deal of you not touching others~" A radio static voice suddenly sounded through your room, sitting up you looked around frantically, eyes stopping on a dark corner of your room. Red eyes watching you, a shadow figure beside them grinning at you. Before you could know it, your body was pressed to the bed with Alastor on top of you. "W-What do you mean!? Angel was simply comforting me! Besides you were also all over Rosie!" Thrashing around now, as you try to push Alastor off of you, but he was simply too strong for you. "Oh, so you're jealous sweetheart? Was that payback then?" Alastor head was lowered as he whispered those words into your ear making your eyes grow wide. "He was comforting me because I was crying! Which I by the way was because of you!" Staring into your eyes now, Alastor was at a loss for words. You were crying? Because of him on top of that? Before he knew it, he watched your eyes fill with tears again daring to flow over. Now he had fucked up this time.. Again.
"D-Don't cry! Dearest I'm sorry." Scooting off of you now, he sits beside you not really knowing what to do, he never had to deal with someone besides Niffty crying. And Charlie, but that was a different story. Your hands rubbing over your eyes now, trying to get rid of the tears. Before you knew it, the culprit of your tears grabbed your hand, leading it to his head. Alastor wasn't great with words to comfort you, but this was his way of trying to comfort you after screwing up, which you deeply appreciated. Looking up at him now, eyes red from crying, as your hand starts to softly rub over his ears. "I meet up with Rosie to ask her for advice on what to get you as an apology for last time." Pulling out a little box from his coat now, he hands it to you. Sitting up, you take the red box from his hands, opening it slowly. Inside was a gold necklace with a red pendant in a tear shape. "It's beautiful.." You were at a loss for words right now, you didn't think he would get you something like this as an apology. "Let me put it on you dearest, turn around." Moving yourself now that your back is to him, you softly move any hair out of the way so he can put the necklace around your neck. Hand reaching down as you take the pendant between your fingers. "Thank-" Your words were interrupted by a soft kiss being pressed to your neck, but as you turned around, Alastor was gone, and only caught a glimpse of his shadow disappearing. Hand reaching to the place you had felt him kiss. Did you only imagine that? No, he definitely kissed your neck.
The next day you wanted to ask Alastor about it, but he was nowhere to be seen, as if he was avoiding you, which made you a little bit sad. Did he regret it?
Till now you also were not able to accomplish your victory in this little game. Making yourself question if you were ever going to figure out if he had a little deer tail. Turning around now, you caught a glimpse of red hair disappearing, making you dart right after him. So he truly was avoiding you! Before he could close his door, you put your foot between the door and the doorframe. "Open the door, I won't go away!" It took almost a whole minute for him to open the door, entering the room, the door is closed behind you. Crossing your arms in front of your chest now, you turn around to face Alastor now. "Are you avoiding me?" Static radio error. "Of course not dear! Why should I?" He was obviously more than nervous to be talking to you right now. "Oh, I don't know, maybe because since yesterday you've been running away from me and not shown your face once?" Looking at him skeptically now, he tried to look composed as always with his smile, but you noticed how his smile was slightly strained and his hand clenched just a bit tighter around his staff. "If this is about the kiss and you regret it just say it please, I won't be mad at you." Your eyes were avoiding his now. Oh if only you knew it was the complete opposite.
"Listen dear, it's not that.. It's.. How do I say, rather the opposite? I have been feeling rather drawn to you, wanting to get closer but.. I don't quite know how to handle these emotions." For once Alastor looked nervous, something you had never truly seen on him, he seemed so unsure. Holding out your hand, waiting for him to perhaps take it, which he did. Eyes locked on your hands, as he was softly playing with your fingers, slowly linking them together. "Listen it's okay, take as much time as you need to figure this out okay?" A soft smile was on your lips now, trying to reassure and calm him, but it had quite the opposite effect on him.
"May I kiss you?" Blurting those words out without even thinking about it, both of you were staring at each other with blown eyes now. You question yourself if you heard correctly and Alastor questions his sanity by asking you this, was he completely going crazy now? "If you want to, I allow you to do anything you want, I trust you." Now this surprised him, he indeed wanted to try this but.. he had never kissed anyone before. Not while alive, and certainly not while dead. Slowly his hand lays on your cheek as he pulls you closer to him, angling your head so you are looking at him. Your hands softly grab onto the front of his coat, eyes closed to give him full control. Alastor could either take his time or pull away entirely, it was all up to him, you let him go at his own pace.
And before he knew it, he was leaning down to capture your lips in a soft kiss. It felt different than he had imagined, it felt warm and comforting. It was a simple soft peck, nothing too spectacular, but for both of you, it was something special. When he pulled away again and you looked up into his eyes, you noticed movement behind him, your eyes lowering and noticing something moving under the backside of his coat. Eyes glancing with interest now, Alastor's eyes following yours to what you were looking at, a sigh leaving his lips. Before you knew it, Alastor was shrugging his coat off, his shadow hanging it somewhere in the room. And there it was, a fluffy deer tail, that was right now softly swishing from side to side, it was adorable. Alastor was a sight right now. His ears were pointed towards you, a blush over the bridge of his nose while his tail swished from side to side.
Reaching out your hand to touch his tail with sparking eyes, his hand stops yours as he watches you. "Once. It's different than my ears, one pat and that's it darling." Nodding in agreement, he turns around a bit as your hand softly pats over his tail once. It was soft just like his ears. Looking up with a smile now, his head was turned to the front, but his ears were turned to your direction, which looked super adorable. "Well since I was only allowed to pet your tail once, I would like to pat your ears again!" Smiling up at him innocently now, he exactly knew how this would end.
And he was correct, he was now lying on his bed with you, his head on your stomach as you were contentedly playing with his ears. Even though it would probably take a while till both of you knew how to call this relationship, you were more than happy that your one hand was busy patting his ears, and the other one was softly held by the red-haired man. You could get used to this.
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Can you write kinich x reader smut
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đđ synopsis. whatever position he wants >_o
đđ pairings. kinich x gn!afab!reader(?) see this however u want cuz in som of the bullets i use boobs or discreetly mention chests (kinich is also a lowk perv)
đđ director's notice. i'll explain why he'd like this trust me, !!nsfw content ahead!!
inspired by the moments where he kept hitting the pose where his hands behind his head plus the one scene where he sat in a tree with his hands behind his back (or maybe i'm imagining things.)
kinich who reluctantly visits the beach(es) plus hot springs in the toyac springs region because mualani says you both need it, seeing as how much you both work beside each other, you'll definitely need a nice bath! especially the rumors of the heated conditions the springs seem to excrete.
kinich who no matter how long you and him have met each other, he'll never get used to seeing you in a bathing suit. even when you both were still kids fooling around on the beach with mualani. the atmosphere back then has almost never changed, walking along the sandy coast, feeling each little particle fall over your toes, the sun roughly about to set, the scenery was a sight to behold!
now that you both were older.. he would be lying if he said he wasn't attracted to you, your way of fighting, your appearance, how well you compliment him, it was almost like a corrupt addiction. even ajaw mentions how cheesy it is each time he sees kinich looking at you, whether it be lust or love in his green eyes.
mualani was overjoyed to hear that you've never gone out to swim, especially in the temperature she's usually in. kinich decides to tag along, totally not because he definitely wouldn't mind seeing you in different swimsuits/trunks.
kinich who you didn't mind letting him stay outside the changing room while you put on different suits while mualani actually help you choose (unlike someone who just kept ogling his eyes at you)
mualani who chose something that revealed more than appropriate portion of your skin (which was a lot, and imagine this similar to the one lumine wore!!), kinich who couldn't stop eyeing you up and down, ajaw teasing with digital sunglasses over his face; "y'know sunglasses help cover up what you're tryna look at!"
cue kinich smacking bro away again :pray:
you only got more attractive in his eyes. watching how you walk up to him, holding out a bottle of sunscreen to him, asking if he'd put some on your back before you'd go surfing on mualani's shark.
kinich didn't wanna admit but he was a little more than just turned on while spreading the lotion over your shoulders and back down to your back, his calloused hands feeling you up and down..
kinich who felt a little guilty but couldn't help but always slowly let his view dip down to your ass. shit he could already imagine what it'd look like without that last piece of clothing. too bad he can't rip it off you right here and now.
kinich who ran his hands around your chest, your sides, every curve that you wouldn't suspect him from.. he could already feel the tent in his pants rise.
kinich who couldn't resist looking at your pretty body through the blurriness of the water, almost forgetting to swim back up from being a little more than distracted. only coming back up after mualani mentions he's the winner of holding their breath underwater challenge.
a sigh of relief.. or maybe pleasure rather remembering yesterday on how close he got to be to you, palming his erection with hurriedness, thinking of how soft you felt under his fingers, only a thin layer of sunscreen that wouldn't make it weird between you both, kinich catches himself moan your name quietly in the changing room before he goes back out to you and mualani for day two of your summer break of 5 days in total.
sitting under the comfortable shade of an umbrella he brought, putting sunglasses on to rest for a bit before going in the water, or at least that is what it looks like. in all real reality, he was taking sneaky glances at you from less than appropriate angles, he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it.
kinich could barely hold himself back for the next 2 days, wherein you all toured around mualani's hometown (for the sixtieth time, but then again it never gets old seeing a different culture every now and then!)
on the last day of your adventures with mualani, she offers for you both to finally bask in the warmth of the hot springs! the natural wonder of her home! kinich was reluctant at first, but agreed seeing how you were just oh-so happy to oblige.
this time, mualani got you a different swimsuit, one muuuuuchhh more revealing this time. it's clear now that she knows kinich's little crush on you, and now she knew that you liked him back.
mualani who coincidentally forgot the milk, and silly snacks she baked earlier that morning, oh would you look at the time! i guess she has to go get them... kinich who lowkey panicks, he already is a little flustered from your new look (but manages to quickly cool himself down)
kinich who is gentle while letting you slowly dip your feet into the water, this wasn't his first time here but he knew it was yours, stepping into the water first while holding your palms softly.
you two finally both sit in the springs comfortably, right in front of him, talking about whatever you and mualani did while he sunbathed (under an umbrella). building sandcastles and such.
"ahhh... kinichhhh! you should've been there. i would've wanted you there at least, dunno about mualani-" it felt like almost immediately his trunks tightened.. maybe he got the wrong size?
oh but the sound of you verbally saying you needed him definitely is a huge turn on. well you didn't necessarily say 'need' but you definitely wanted him there, good enough.
kinich who already has you straddled on top of him, directly on his boner, fuck he could feel it already. his hands are already on your hips letting you grind over his erection, this felt better than he could've ever fantasized of!
kinich who lets you ride him, the water you both were already surrounded only made it sound all the more dirtier. it didn't help that the sly little smile on your face, all he could do was bury his face into an arm of his own, looking away from you.
kinich whose hands were in his hair, intertwining with every little strand, the flush on his face only worsened each time you bounced on it, he could barely make eye contact with you, not because he didn't want you.. ohh it was because he thinks if he did he'd come immediately!!
kinich who holds you close as his climax comes closer as well, holding you tight in his embrace, he could feel your warmth, your skin, your everything, all he could was quickly drift his calloused palms back down to your hips, making sure no drop of cum was waaaasssttteeedddd
you could see how good you made him feel, even with just a sneaky, yet lustful glance, yet plop plop plop is all you can hear echoing throughout the cave, your hands propped up on the wall as kinich pushed against your back, his grunts only getting louder, eager to please you. seeing how your eyebrows knotted
kinich who felt intoxicated as hell in your scent, almost breathless as his head fits into the empty slot right beside your collar, fire pooled down inside your abdomen as you slowly reached your peak, watching how beautifully your eyes rolled back, feeling warm semen shoot up in your stomach. holy shit were you a beauty to see.
the musky scent of sweat mixed with the warm water below you both, kinich could still feel you clench harshly on his cock, even after release, fixed & still processing what you both had just done.
kinich who brings you out the bath, wrapped in a towel, bridal style and all, before mualani can come back with the milk and snacks- "hey what is that white stuff mixed in the water- what did you two do?!"
kinich who holds your hand while you both stroll throughout the shops opened up at nighttime, the constellations in the sky connected like it was used to it, the fresh scent of grilled fish was clear in the air's aroma, filling everyone's noses, mualani couldn't just give all this fish just to you two anyway!
kinich who fully confessed his feelings to you, no sex no lust, just him wanting you to sense how much he's been longing for you, in hopes you'd reciprocate it. in which you did with open arms!
m: "aha! i knew it! you both finally told each other you like each other didn't you!!", k: "no need to shout.", y/n: "i suppose!"
mualani will stop teasing for now, and let you two be, just with each other as the stars reflect off the light you've shone into his life.
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geto reaction to you wearing only his shirt
OVERSIZED NEVER LOOKED THIS GOOD
a/n: lore. a lot of lore. i always cannot help but write backstories. ure gonna have to bear w/ me SORRY !!!! based off of this drawing that i wanted to write sum about but then i thought why not combine it w/ this prompt. i went a little insane on this mb / tagging @papersirens @crysugu @getousex @hyomagiri @slttygeto, who else r geto fuckers
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warnings: roommate!geto, soft dom!geto, mutual pining, reader steals one of getoâs shirts, geto is also a little bit of a pervert, mentions of panty sniffing but geto doesnât do it, m! and f! masturbation, fingering, clit stimulation, oral / cunnilingus, slight nipple play, spitting (on ur pussy), finger sucking, p -> v sex, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut
geto was a sweet roommate.
heâs always topping up on supplies when you needed things, pushing away your hand whenever you wanted to pay. where he got all his money, you werenât even sure. geto cleaned the house, he cooked dinner, hell, it was like you two were married at this point. even gojo had asked if he would get together with someone who wasnât you (and of course, in classic gojo way, he was skilled in asking it in a roundabout way), getoâs firm and abrupt ânoâ was enough to make gojo grin from ear to ear.
even he wasnât sure when it all started â you were always friends with the three of them, gojo and shoko and himself, participating in their antics and getting in trouble in high school. there was hardly any dull times between the four, looking at you through the lens of a friend. but when those lens started to turn blurry and black, seeing you in a new light of tighter outfits and a sweet smile that looked like it contained something hidden, suguru genuinely hoped it would all go away.
itâs not like he thought he was unattractive, but you wouldnât go for a guy like him, someone hidden behind gojoâs bright personality or shokoâs satirical, cool demeanour. he was oh so oblivious, however, turning an unintentional blind eye when youâre hanging with gojo for the day but only because you wanted to know what birthday present would be best for him, or having a movie night with shoko only to disregard cher horowitz on the television just to ask if geto would like your new nails and hair.
the two of you were so dense when either of you were hanging with them, going on for so long even after taking a gap year for shokoâs overseas med school attachment. they assumed the two of you wouldâve done something then, but it was stagnant, dry, that gojo almost wants to take matters into his own hands; so when youâre begging geto if you could room with him, since he lived near the university you were all attending together,
âsuguru, pleaseeâ i wouldnât wanna travel for hours on end just for like a two hour lecture.â
shoko smiles, gojo laughs, slinging an arm around you, âhelp your poor friend out, suguru.â
gojo torments him to no end. he doesnât regret it one bit when your arms are thrown around his neck in a bear hug in thanks, feeling himself get hard just from the way your breasts press against his chest.
âyeah,â itâs said breathily, softly, âitâs no problem.â
suguru thanked god you hadnât wanted to move in that very same day, cause all that could be heard throughout the small apartment was him pumping his cock to a polaroid picture of you, calling out your name softly as he came all over the photo of your bright smile. he didnât need the fan that night, the guilt was enough to burn him alive. and after, he acted like nothing happened, except the many, many times heâd think of taking you on every surface of the house, suffering silently for an entire year as the two of you fell into routine day by day.
today might change, however, when geto hangs the last piece of clothing, something that was hardly a difficult task, but it proved to be the hardest thing to date when heâd spot the bras and underwear lying at the bottom of the basket each time he prepared to do laundry. geto wills himself to wash, hang it, and get out but he cannot tear his eyes away from the unmistakable dark spot at the centre of your panties before itâs thrown in, taunting him to just pick it up to breathe in your scent, to do something to defile it, to let his desires take over. but he wasnât gojo, no, heâd wait all the time in the world for the right time, even if it was at the expense of a throbbing cock and flushed cheeks.
â(y/n), âm going to the store, you wantâŠâ his voice trails off when the drawer before him shows only one clean shirt left, sighing when his favourite shirt has gone missing, again. he knows it simply by the missing tag on the top, cut off terribly by your hands on a drunk movie night. he was thankful you missed his skin by an inch, but he cherishes that shirt and night dearly. geto simply brushes off the mishap, grabbing a sweatshirt instead.
thereâs a rap on your door that quells all movement from your side, fabric clutched tightly between your fingers that it hurt just a little.
â(y/n)? love? you okay?â
âyâ yeah, iâm fine sugu. what did you say earlier?â
âiâm going to the store. itâs grocery day so iâll be there for a while â need to stock the fridge up for the week. you want anything?â
geto wishes so desperately to see your face now, asking if you could go and holding a reusable bag by your side, but strangely you donât even make a move to open the door.
âno itâs fine, and okay! iâmâ uh, busy with something,â you look towards the door and back to the article of clothing in your hand, âso iâm sorry i canât help today.â
getoâs disappointment is brief, but he recovers as soon as he hears your apology, in that sweet, honeyed voice you love to use on him, as oblivious as you were of its effect.
ââs fine, see you later!â thereâs a weird and panicky bout of feeling geto gets, but heâs satisfied with the hum you sound through the door. and once the door clicks behind him, youâre unlocking your own door softly, ensuring your surroundings are safe.
geto wasnât the only one. between your fingers were his favourite shirt, straight from the dirty laundry of last weekâs load; itâs been a reoccuring thing these few weeks after realising you maybe want geto to fuck you silly. youâre sneaking around undetected with it, holding it to your nose, breathing in his natural musk. it was the one shirt you liked on him â always put on when with you â itâs like your secret little joke from that night. and it was so sinful, the way your breath hitches from just his scent, the way your panties pool with arousal.
what would it be like to actually wear it?
the thought crosses your mind and leaves just as fast, heart pounding in your chest when you realise youâve never tried that before.
peeling off your top, you slip it on carefully, swallowing from how much larger he is than you. the sleeves extend past your elbows by a little, so much cloth on you that youâre a little lightheaded by the possibility of being getoâs, belonging to geto.
âoh godâŠâ you sigh, feeling your pussy throb at the thought, and your hands are shy when they creep in between your thighs. they rub at your clit gently, imagining geto was doing the work instead. heâd be so gentle with his hands, cupping your thighs, spreading your legs.
youâre whining when your fingers find your way into your cunt, nose filled with the scent of geto and head filling with the repeated runnings of his tongue on you, his cock in you, his whole person devoted to you. itâs cute how you donât know thatâs already the case. your fingers are lacklustre as you pump them in and out while your other hand is busy with your clit and you look like a goddess: spread out on your bed in nothing but your roommateâs shirt, a soft, slow melody playing from your phone.
youâre so entranced by the sensations you donât hear the front door opening and the rustle of the plastic bags (he forgot the reusable bags) containing your groceries, distracted by the phone call heâs having with gojo who teases him through the line. his best friend says stupid crap like sheâs definitely into you, too. what her panties smell like? have you guys fucked yet?
the last two was enough for geto to whisper a soft satoru!, clearly displeased with the way he was asking about you, about you both that he only rolls his eyes, muttering an annoyed âiâm hanging up, you pervert. iâll talk to you laterââ
setting down the bags, he frowns again upon seeing the closed door, although not as closed you thought you left it.
âsuguruâ f-fuck, right thereââ geto chokes on his saliva at the moans coming from behind the door, careful not to step on the wrong floorboard below him as he lines up with your room door â a terrifying feat rewarded by your needy whines begging for him. he can hear the wetness of his roommateâs cunt, and he wants to take a peak so bad; so he does just that and stiflies a groan at the sight.
your hair is splayed out all around you, pussy facing the entrance of the door just perfectly and his shirt draped over your body. it sends him into a frenzy, head reeling at seeing his shirt so oversized and so perfect over your body that he swears he cums a little at the display. your cute face scrunched up in pure pleasure, your toes curling around the bedsheets he changed for you.
oh, shit.
and geto panics when your head shoots up, eyes meeting his and your hands halting.
fuck, did i say that out loud?
youâre speechless although your reflexes cause you to close your legs immediately, scooting up the bed like youâve just got cornered by a predator. it was similar â geto with his big, brooding self, moving slowly into the room with both hands up and a dazed look behind his eyes, you, exposed in the eyes of a hungry man whoâs craved you for so many months. you like it.
âyouâreâ youâre wearing my shirt,â geto gulps, causing you to let out a nervous laugh.
âyeaâ yeahâŠâ
geto thinks that maybe this is it. this was the moment heâs been holding back on for so long, and so he crosses that boundary into your space, stopping right at the footboard of the bed. you follow suit, going onto your hands and knees and crawling to him that he tilts his head back. everything you do drives him crazy.
suguruâs words is heavy, âyou think youâre cute, hm? stealing my shirt and then moaning out my name and fingering your pussy like thatâŠâ
your breath shakes, ascending to your knees so youâd reach his height, but not quite. he tugs you closer to him.
âyeah.â itâs so quiet he almost doesnât hear it, âbeen wanting you for a long time.â
your roommate hums, lips hovering over yours just by an inch. youâd probably pass out if not for your racing heart and pulsating core.
âyeah?â
youâre finished with words, resorting only to a shy nod before geto crashes his lips onto yours, wrapping the other arm around you as yours go around his neck. itâs messy, filled with drool, devouring you on the spot for teasing him for so long, mouths moving in sync with each other. thereâs a soft moan that escapes your mouth when you feel him manhandle you with ease, picking you off the bed to set you down on your back gently.
âcâmon, letâs see the mess you made,â you mewl at the words but your legs are stubborn, still in disbelief at the way suguru treats you, but you let him pry your legs apart after some gentle praises. you stifle a smile when you see how geto exhales at how beautiful your pussy is, leaking from your hole while your puffy clit is begging to be touched.
âoh, sheâs so fuckinâ prettyâŠâ your roommate mumbles, intoxicated on your scent as he bends down, giving your cunt one last loving look before he looks to you with a small grin. itâs clear he cannot wait, but he pauses for the words he wants to hear.
âwanâ you to eat me out, sugu,â youâre mumbling and suguru thinks itâs so cute, only responding by giving you a peck on your inner thigh, a soft yeah? before he goes down on you.
getoâs tongue on you is slow and cautious, drawing languid circles around your clit as he plays with your thighs, moaning softly into your core.
âsâdamn sweet,â you can feel the stretch of a smile before he resumes, drawing you in slowly with each lick, each suck. geto doesnât let your arousal go to waste, using a finger to scoop up your juices before he rubs the area around your hole and then the first push into your pussy makes you let out a loud, wanton moan.
âohâ your fingers, sugu, theyâreââ theyâre so much thicker and longer, everything that you couldnât feel before now feels too much and yet your cunt gives him his answer by clenching around his longer finger.
âbetter than yours?â he asks with a lopsided smile.
you huff in indignance â not your fault you had shorter fingers, âyeah.â
âiâll make full use of âem, baby,â geto gasps softly when he pushes his finger right to the hilt, obsessed with the way your hand closes around his wrist. âtoo much?â
you shake your head, ân-no, justâ feels too good.â
your roommate laughs softly, âprincess is just too sensitive.â
heâs tempted to chuckle again when he sees how the pet names affect you, but soon heâs adding a second finger and pushes in, moving at a slow speed. and then when he adds his mouth into the mix, youâre begging for him to hurry; his eyes flutter close, getting lost in everything that you dish out.
getoâs pace is routine like his life, but itâs not any less pleasurable as he curls his fingers upwards, stretching you out and hitting your spot repeatedly. he continually flicks his tongue and sucks and slurps, tasting your essence once and needing a second, third, fourth, umpteenth taste, bringing out the most delicious moans to fall from your lips. itâs like hearing aphrodite sing, and yet you cross her by miles both in beauty and voice. surely, he shouldnât mention that out loud, but eros canât possibly help the arrow puncturing his heart, and looking at his psyche now, he thinks you look absolutely flawless.
âf-feel so good, mmhâ so deep, suguruâ!â his eyes snap open to look at you with hooded lids, sending you a cheeky wink before he starts to suck on your bundle of nerves, keeping his mouth latched around it as his fingers speed up. the noises of your cunt sucking him in paired with your whines just sound so good, and the scent of his shirt is dizzying, pulling it higher and higher till it pools around your chest. you watch as geto pulls away for a second, gathering saliva in his throat before he spits on your pussy, and the action is so lewd your jaw drops and your hips start to hump against him.Â
âya like that? filthy girl,â geto smiles, rubbing his thumb into your clit and thereâs that distinctive build-up in your stomach, coiling and burning until lays his tongue flat onto your cunt, pressing it deep along with the fingers that curl up in your pussy.
âsuââ you donât even have time to tell him, cumming all over his fingers and soaking the sheets, flustered at the in-awe look geto has on his face at how the shirt had ridden up, at how your hands cup your tits and play with your nipples, at how your cunt gushes so sweetly for him. he continues to pump his fingers to let you ride out your orgasm, relishing in the whine you let out when he removes his fingers.
âpatience, sweetheart,â geto moves up to reach you, fingers waiting inches away from your lips. youâre taking his fingers into your mouth, keeping eye contact as you wrap your tongue around them and sucking your cum off of him, swearing lowly when you grab his wrist and shove them deeper. âbut then again, weâve been dancing around each other for too long, now.â
you smile at his allusion to the many times that the what-ifs couldâve come true, and yet now youâre tangled up like this in his shirt.
once getoâs underwear comes off, youâre gaping at the cock that he pumps, clearly looking intimidating enough that geto has a hand to your knee and kisses it gently. âweâll make it fit, alright?â
you nod a little timidly, taking his hand off and twining your fingers, âyeah, i trust you to take care of me.â you make a quick move to remove his shirt but he stops you, saying something embarrassing about wanting to see how cute and small you look in his shirt. youâre scoffing and pushing at him later, youâre just too tall.
he takes care of you perfectly fine â when geto fully sheathes himself in you, he can only focus on your gummy walls that wrap around him fully, his eyes are rolling to the back of his head and youâre grasping at his hands that grab your hips so hard. your roommate fucks you so well, your body limp and your pussy begging to milk him dry that it spills out so much â geto groans into your neck with reddened cheeks at that later.
youâre receiving a noise warning the very next day, alongside a QR code that takes you to a link for soundproof foam, and all you can do is laugh at each other. like routine, geto is already gathering the ingredients for an apology cake, beside him right in that little kitchen in another shirt of his that starts to smell more and more like youâ
as his roommate and maybe now, something more.
part two âĄ
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sweet as honeycrisp
pairing: sugar daddy!ari levinson x sugar baby!female reader
summary: your sugar daddy takes you on an autumn-themed date to the apple orchard, and what starts off as a fun and flirty day unfolds into a meaningful turning point in your relationship.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), established sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, piv sex, outdoor sex, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), finger sucking, biting, brief cockwarming, exhibitionism, light bdsm, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, very light degradation, lots of teasing, pet names (darling, honey), aftercare, happy ending, so much fluff
word count: 14.5k
a/n: whew i've been working on this for like two weeks now, and i'm so happy to finally be able to post it!!! i was struggling a bit with the emotional throughline of this fic, and i only decided on it very late in the editing game so if some things don't make sense, just ignore it!!! if you can believe it, i originally just wanted to write about a quickie in the apple orchard and it turned into this đ«Ł anyway, i hope y'all enjoy!!!
âKiss.â
The warm, playful voice of your sugar daddy, Ari Levinson, met your ears as you lowered yourself into the passenger seat of his Lexus, greeting you in the way he always did. When you closed the car door behind you, the sounds of the Manhattan street were silenced, leaving you in the relative quiet with Ari.
Eagerly, you twisted on the sumptuous seat of the expensive car to lean over the center console, brushing a teasing kiss to Ariâs scruffy cheek, your lips grazing the edge of his full beard. His skin was warm and inviting, and you lingered for a moment, breathing in the the familiar scent of Ariâs cologne, smelling of vetiver and leather.Â
When you pulled back, Ariâs blue eyes were glittering with a hint of mischief that made your heart thump with excitement, a warmth blooming in your core despite the cool air of the carâs air conditioning brushing your legs. It was a warm September day, the last remnants of summer clinging in the air as if it protested giving up its seat to autumn.Â
The thought crossed your mind that if any man looked like the embodiment of summer, it was Ari Levinson. His skin was golden with a perpetual tan, and his brown hair had sun-kissed blond highlights that shimmered in the daylight, though they were dimmed a bit in the shadow of his car.Â
Still, as he grinned at you, showing off his pearly whites framed by his dark beard, you couldnât help but feel like the summer sun had taken a liking to you and sat beside you. When he looked at you like that, with that smile and those blue eyes shining like the sun off the ocean waves, you wondered what it would be like to have his attention all the timeâto be more than just the sugar baby he took on occasional dates when he wanted to have fun.
Pushing those bothersome romantic notions aside, you raked your eyes down Ariâs form, noticing that heâd dressed down for your date. He wore a soft denim, long-sleeved button-up over a simple white t-shirt and tailored slacks. Casual loafers and sunglasses perched on top of his head completed the look. Even in such a simple outfit, he looked good.Â
âShow me.âÂ
His voice was a deep rumble that pulsed between your thighs, and you flicked your gaze back up to his face, finding heat in his expression, the same mischievousness in his eyes thatâd been there since you got in the car. The corner of Ariâs mouth was curved in a smirk, and you felt another throb of warmth in your core.
Your lips curled at the edges, a wicked smile curving your mouth as the energy in the car crackled around you, spurring your heart to beat a little faster. You knew exactly what Ari wanted you to show him, and you knew it was naughtyâbut that was part of why you liked spending time with your sugar daddy.Â
Ari was always urging you to be a little daring, to do something that made your heart race and your breath come a little faster. He didnât push you, so much as guide you down the path to depravity, and you followed him willingly. You never felt more alive than when you were with Ari.
So while you smiled at him, you spread your legs on the leather seat of his Lexus, the short skirt of your dress falling between your parting thighs. Ariâs smirk deepened with satisfaction as he watched your movements with rapt attention. Your fingers toyed with the edge of your dress, the fabric having ridden up quite high on your thighs.Â
But before you could reveal what was beneath your skirt, you looked away from Ari, and it crashed over you that you sat in a car in the middle of a busy Manhattan street surrounded by other people. There were folks driving in their cars just outside your window and others walking by on the sidewalk beside where Ari was parked. There were even people filling up the buildings that overlooked the street. They were everywhere around you.
âDarling, look at me,â Ari murmured, his tone entreating enough to call your attention back to him.Â
You noticed his sparkling eyes had lost some of their mischief when you looked back at him. But the steadiness of his gaze had you relaxing when you hadnât even realized youâd tensed up, and the corners of your mouth flickered in an uncertain smile.
âDo you trust me?â Ari asked simply. His face was open, no hint of pressure in his tone or voice.Â
For a brief moment, you considered his question, then you nodded your head. You watched as warmth flooded into his gaze, and it made you feel a little more sure.Â
âLift your skirt for me, darling,â he implored, his eyes dropping to where your thighs were still spread, the flimsy fabric of your dress barely hiding your core. âShow daddy what you have under your pretty little skirt.â
You gathered every ounce of braveness in your body and pulled up the hem of your skirt. There, nestled between your spread thighs, was your bare pussy. The air in the car seemed to heat by a few degrees when you heard Ari suck in a sharp breath.
It had been Ariâs idea for you to go without panties on your date, and youâd agreed, the idea sending excited thrills through your body. Walking through the halls and the lobby of the Manhattan high-rise you called home, youâd felt like you had a secret that only Ari knew, and it gave you a delicious kind of satisfaction showing your sugar daddy how youâd gone without panties, your pussy fully exposed beneath your dress.
âYou have such a pretty cunt, darling,â Ari groaned, his hand sliding up your thigh until the tips of his fingers teased the top of your slit.Â
You bit back a gasp and squirmed in your seat, trying to hold your hips back from thrusting into his touch.Â
âI never get tired of seeing this pussy, and how wet she gets for me.âÂ
His fingers spread your lower lips and he brushed ever so gently over the tip of your clit, making you twitch in your seat, your legs shaking with the effort it took not to close them on his hand and trap him against your heated core.
âAnd the way your thighs tremble for me,â Ari rumbled, pulling away from your quickly dampening slit to grope roughly at your plush softness, his grip possessive in a way your sugar daddy rarely was.Â
âAri.â His name was a breathy exhale, an undercurrent of admonishment in your tone as his touches stoked the blazing fire in your core, making you squirm even more on the seat. A sliver of worry wormed into your mind as you remembered the leather you sat on, which would surely stain if he kept touching you, and you gasped, âThe seat.â
Ari only chuckled, the sound cavalier in a way that made butterflies take flight in your belly, but before you could chide him again, his hand was slipping back between your thighs. Ari dragged a finger from the bottom of your slit all the way to the top, flicking your clit and wringing a moan from your lips as your thighs trembled on the seat.
Then he was pulling his hand away, leaving you to drop your skirt to cover yourself, and popping his finger into his mouth. Your sugar daddy made a show of savoring the taste of you, and your head fell back against the headrest. You watched him suck your taste from his skin, your breaths heavy in your chest while Ariâs eyes sparkled with mischief.Â
âMm, sweet as apple pie,â he praised, making heat rush to your face while you shook your head and rolled your eyesâeven as your chest warmed at the compliment. Ari was grinning shamelessly at you when he grabbed your face gently and pulled you gently across the car toward him. âCâmere, darling, see how sweet you taste,â he murmured against your lips before kissing you.
The musky flavor of your body made you moan into Ariâs mouth, your sugar daddy devouring every little noise you made while he kissed you thoroughly. You sank into him, reveling in the smooth glide of his lips and the possessive exploration of his tongue. Your fingers curled around the collar of his denim shirt and you clung to him, feeling the edge of something more in the way he kissed you. It left you breathless when you finally pulled away.
You fell back into your seat with a soft âoomph,â the breath rushing from your lungs when you looked into Ariâs eyes. His blue gaze was softer than youâd ever seen it, and there was something in depths of his eyes that you couldnât quite placeâaffection or fondness maybe.Â
A small, uncertain smile curled your lips, your heart thumping in your chest as you wondered if thatâs how Ari looked at someone he truly cared about. Someone special to him, who had a more permanent place in his life than the sugar baby he called when he wanted to have some no-strings-attached fun.Â
For the briefest of moments, you could pretend Ari was more than your sugar daddy, and you were more than his sugar baby.Â
But then the moment ended, and Ari cleared his throat as he looked away, focusing on the wheel and gear shift of his car to put it in drive. A silent sigh of disappointment gusted from you, and you turned toward the passenger side window, intent on watching the city fly by once Ari eased into traffic.
To your surprise, Ariâs hand slipped into one of yours, his palm pressing against yours while he laced your fingers together. Your breath hitched with uncertainty even as the corners of your mouth flickered in a smile. It took you a moment to get used to the feeling of his hand in yours, turning it over to trace the veins on the back gently while he maneuvered his Lexus through the Manhattan streets.
It had only been a few months since youâd started seeing Ari, and while his touches were often greedy when you were fooling around, he hadnât been prone to physical displays of affection since the first few dates you went on with him. Back then, heâd reached for your hand a few times, but after a point heâd stopped.
Truthfully, it had been a relief. One of your greatest fears was falling for a sugar daddy who didnât return your feelings, and considering how handsome Ari was, youâd known it was a serious risk getting into a relationship with him. But heâd been so charming and carefree, you didnât think it would be a problem to keep your heart out of things. He didnât seem like he was looking for anything serious anyway.
So youâd focused on having fun, and that had been easy. Ari took you to expensive restaurants with delicious food in New York City, or heâd fly you somewhere else if he was itching to get away for a little bit. During meals, youâd chat about trivial things, then fall into bed together as soon as you were back in whatever hotel room Ari had booked for the night.Â
You didnât quite know why your conversations didnât go deeper than the shallow things you talked about, but you didnât question it. It made everything so much easier if you didnât truly know Ariâif he didnât know you either. So you just stuck to safe topics, like planning dates and having sex.Â
Your relationship with Ari was a nice change of pace for you. He was far from your first sugar daddy, and youâd learned some hard lessons in your past relationships. Too often, sugar daddies wanted to know things you werenât comfortable sharing, but Ari had never pried. Heâd set boundaries and didnât push them. You were grateful for that.
But another part of you, a part that started off small and was growing with every date you went on with Ari, yearned to know more about your sugar daddy. You wanted to know what he liked to do when he wasnât working or taking you on dates. You wanted to know if he had any family, if he celebrated the holidays with them. You wanted to know if heâd ever had his heart broken.Â
Tamping down on those curious thoughts, you focused on the presentâthe music that was playing gently in the car, and the scenery passing by your window. The skyscrapers and high-rises of Manhattan had given way to the tightly-packed homes of the suburbs.Â
Biting your tongue against all the questions you wanted to ask, not even sure how youâd begin to try to get to know your sugar daddy betterâlet alone whether it was a good ideaâyou sat in silence with Ari. The suburbs eventually gave way to the lush forests and hilly countryside of the Hudson Valley, giving you something prettier to look at.
It was too early in September for the leaves to be changing yet, but there were glimpses of golden yellows and warm oranges among the green foliage. A hint of what was to come. Autumn was inevitable and you found comfort in the changing seasons.Â
Cozy weather was right around the corner, and you couldnât wait for it. Hot apple cider and pumpkin pie, butterscotch cookies and mulled wineâyou were a glutton for all the food and beverages associated with the autumn months. And you liked to make them yourself from scratch whenever possible.Â
It was part of the reason youâd wanted Ari to take you apple picking, though he didnât know that. Heâd just accepted the request and planned the date.Â
After a little while more of driving, Ari pulled off the paved road and onto a dirt track. There was a sign for Brothersâ Apple Orchard fixed to a worn, wooden fence, though dense trees hid the farm from view.Â
A little ways down the dirt road, the trees opened up into a large parking lot that was already packed with families and groups of friends going apple picking on the warm September afternoon. The sight and sounds of all the people had nerves twisting in your stomach, and you wondered if it had been a smart idea to go without panties to a place that was meant for wholesome fun.
Youâd long since learned that Ari had an exhibitionist streak, and that day wasnât the first time heâd told you to show up to one of your dates without panties. Youâd always enjoyed the excitement in the inherent risk of wearing a dress without anything underneath, but heâd never taken you somewhere with so many families before. The consequences of getting caught seemed so much worse than they ever had before.
Ari mustâve felt your fingers tense in his because he gave you a comforting squeeze as he pulled his Lexus into an empty space and put the car in park. Once done, he looked to you, his smile faltering when he took in the way your brows were pinched and the corners of your mouth were turned down in an uncertain frown.
âDo you trust me, darling?â Ari asked, cupping your face and leaning across the carâs console to press his forehead to yours. His thumb stroked gently over your cheek, matching the sweeping of his other thumb against the back of your hand.Â
You were quiet for a moment, nibbling on your lower lip as you thought about his questionâreally thought about it.
It weighed on you a little that you didnât know Ari very well, especially since a part of you desperately wanted to, but that didnât mean you didnât know his character. Ari had never pushed you to do something you didnât want to do, and he always checked in with you when you were together, making sure you were comfortable and having fun. So while you didnât know his favorite color, you did trust him.Â
Exhaling slowly, you nodded, your forehead shifting against Ariâs. âI trust you, Ari,â you said, your voice little more than a whisper, like you were telling him a secret in the privacy afforded by the enclosed space of his car.Â
To your surprise, Ari sighed in relief at your words, the exhale so short and quiet, you wondered if youâd heard correctly. But you didnât have time to analyze it because Ari was pressing a quick kiss to your lips and then pulling back to open his door and step out into the September sunshine.
You watched as Ari rounded the front of the Lexus, a charming grin on his face as he winked at you over the hood of his car. It was only because you were alone that you allowed yourself a silly little giggle, your mouth spreading across your face in a wide smile. He opened your door and offered you a hand to help you out.
âCareful, darling, wouldnât want to give anyone a free show,â Ari murmured teasingly while you slid your hand into his, feeling the roughness of his palm against the pads of your fingertips.Â
A zing of thrill went straight to your core at his words, joining the sparks you felt when you touched him. The fingers of your other hand played with the hem of your dress as you stepped one foot out of the car. You darted a look around, finding you had some relative privacy between Ariâs Lexus and the next car over, and pretended to rearrange your skirt.Â
In reality, you flashed your bare slit for your sugar daddy, biting your lip and ducking your head when you heard his sharp inhale. Ari made a low, tortured sound and squeezed your fingers, practically pulling you out of the car before pinning you against the side.
âNaughty girl,â Ari growled in your ear, pressing his big body against yours so you were trapped between his hard muscles and the warm metal of the Lexus at your back. âYouâre going to get us in trouble if you keep flashing that pretty pussy at me, darling.âÂ
A breathless, disbelieving laugh gusted past your lips before you could stop it, even as your head went a little fuzzy from the familiar scent of Ariâs cologne filling your senses. It felt like the vetiver and leather on his skin was embedded in your mind as a reminder of all the pleasure heâd given you, and with his body pressed against yours, it took you a moment to respond.
âYouâre the one who told me not to wear panties to our apple picking date, daddy,â you reminded him, gripping the soft cotton of Ariâs t-shirt beneath his denim shirt, your fingers brushing against the sides of his tapered waist. You pushed yourself up onto your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, brushing your body against his firm form enticingly while your lips grazed along his scruffy cheek. âMaybe you shouldnât have done that if you didnât want me to show you my achy, needy cunt.â
A low growl rumbled in Ariâs chest and he pressed you harder against the side of his car, his body impossibly warm and hard through the thin fabric of your dress. You could feel every firm line of him against your soft curves, including the thick bulge digging into your stomach.Â
Then, as if that wasnât bad enough, Ariâs hands skimmed down your sides and dove beneath the hem of your skirt, palming your ass and kneading your soft flesh with firm, possessive fingers.
âDarling, if you keep saying such filthy things, youâre gonna end up in the back of my car with my cock buried in your achy, needy cunt,â he purred, a threat in his tone that he punctuated by nipping at your ear, making you gasp and arch into him, pressing your tits against his solid chest. âYouâre gonna get us banned from the orchard because you wonât be able to stop screaming while I pound your pussyâis that what you want?â
It was on the tip of your tongue to say yes.Â
In the short time since youâd stepped out of the car, Ari had you feeling wet and aching and empty. Warmth flooded your body that had nothing to do with the sun shining brightly above your heads, and you wanted badly for Ari to free his cock from his slacks and slide it inside you.
But then the shrieking laughter of children punctured the bubble of lust surrounding you, and you remembered exactly where you were. Shaking your head, you dropped your gaze to the edge of Ariâs jaw while you sucked in a deep breath, focusing on the fresh air beyond the scent of your sugar daddyâs cologne.Â
Ariâs big body eased back, giving you more room to breathe and you ignored the pang of disappointment at the loss of him. Instead, you let the crisp autumn breeze brushing against your cheeks and dancing between your thighs cool you down.Â
After giving you a moment, Ari curled a finger beneath your chin and tipped your face up to look at him. His brows were lowered and his eyes looked at you questioningly.
âDo you still want to go apple picking?â he asked softly, planting his other hand on the hood of his car, as if he needed to force himself not to touch you so you could answer his question. The thought made you smile, and his eyes dropped to your lips, his thumb brushing quickly over the bottom one.Â
âI do,â you said in a light, breathless voice, a smile teasing around the edges of your mouth. On a whim, you nipped at Ariâs thumb, giving him a smirk when his eyes darkened. âIf you think you can keep it in your pants until later, daddy,â you taunted him, pushing your hips forward so his bulge pressed into your belly.
âYouâre such fucking trouble,â Ari growled before his mouth captured yours in a searing kiss. One of his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you into him while the other cradled your head gently, holding you exactly where he wanted you while he devoured your mouth, his tongue sweeping possessively past your lips until you were moaning softly into him.
A loud, clearing throat had you finally breaking apart. Both you and Ari turned your heads toward the sound, finding a blonde woman raising an eyebrow at the two of you before cutting her eyes pointedly to the children beside her. Your cheeks heated and you buried your face in Ariâs neck to muffle a cackling laugh.Â
âApologies, maâam,â Ari called gruffly, raising a hand in a repentant wave.Â
The woman huffed and rolled her eyes, which only made you laugh harder, pressing your face deeper into the warm curve of Ariâs shoulder as you tried to stay quiet. When the woman and her family were finally gone, you leaned back, giving Ari a cheeky grin.Â
âThink sheâs gonna complain about us and get us banned?â you asked teasingly, sliding your hands up Ariâs chest until they rested on his shoulders, trying not to think about how easy it was to touch your sugar daddy so casually. âTell them we were acting indecently in the parking lot?â
Ari laughed, chucking you under your chin gently before ducking down for a quick kiss. âIf she does, Iâll just buy the farm,â Ari murmured against your mouth. âThey canât ban us if I own them.â
Your breath caught in your lungs at Ariâs pronouncement, surprise making your heart leap in your chest. Your sugar daddy had bought you plenty of expensive gifts since youâd started seeing him, but buying a farm so you could go apple picking in peace was on another level entirely. You had to wonder if Ari was serious, but the look in his eye was genuine when he pulled back.Â
âDonât give me that look, darling,â he rumbled, his heated gaze raking over your face, taking in your wide eyes and parted lips. His thumb stroked over your bottom lip, pulling on it ever so slightly to the side, sending a little thrill through your body. âOr we arenât making it into the orchard.â
You closed your mouth, swallowing thickly and bobbed your head in a nod. Then, you slid away from Ari, slipping from between his big body and the car and taking a deep, steadying breath.
Even with the warm September sun shining down on your shoulders, you felt a little cold without Ariâs heat and shivered. But you told yourself you were being ridiculous, shaking off the shiver and turning back to your sugar daddy.
Ari was standing with both hands planted on the hood of the car, his head hanging between them while he took deep breaths. He mustâve felt your attention on him because he lifted his head and gave you a charming smile.Â
âJust gimme a sec, darling,â he said, shooting you a wink before he straightened and dropped his hands to the bulge in his slacks.Â
You tried not to ogle your sugar daddy as he adjusted himself to make his hard length less prominent in his pants, but you knew what was hiding beneath his clothes and you knew how good his cock felt sliding inside you.
A sizzling, delicious warmth cascaded through your body, and you let yourself watch Ariâs big hands adjusting his bulge for a moment before tearing your eyes away and taking deep breaths of the fresh air to clear your head as much as possible.
A moment later, Ari slung his arm around your shoulders and together the two of you walked toward the entrance to the orchard.
It took effort, but you managed not to look down at the front of his pants, sure that if you did, neither of you would make it any further. And you did want to go apple picking. You had so many things you wanted to bake with the apples you were going to pick.Â
Keeping your chin up and your gaze forward, you and Ari walked to the small, squat red building that served as the entryway to the orchard. One side was for folks heading into the field of apple trees, and you joined the line while scrutinizing the size of baskets and crates you could get for picking.Â
Ari let you choose the size, and you picked a decent size wooden basket, thinking that would give you plenty of apples to use for baking. A farm worker explained that your apples would be weighed when you were done, and you paid per pound. Then they handed Ari a map that specified where each apple variety could be found, and the two of you were set free into the orchard.Â
âWhat kind of apples are we picking today?â Ari asked, peering at the paper in his hand while he snagged the basket from you.Â
You leaned into his side so you could read the map, and pointed when you found what you wanted. âHoneycrisp, honeycrisp!â you chanted, letting your excitement overtake you.Â
Ari chuckled, folding the map and tucking it into his pocket before giving you one of his charming grins. âHoneycrisp it is, honeycrisp,â he teased, smoothing his hand down your arm to lace his fingers with yours before he began walking into the orchard.
A shiver of delight raced down your spine at Ariâs gentle, familiar touch and the sweet new nickname. Heâd only ever called you âdarlingâ before, and while you liked the pet name, âhoneycrispâ made you feel closer to your sugar daddy because it was meant for only you. It was something people in a real romantic relationship did, wasnât it?
Your feet stumbled a little before you fell into step beside Ari. Out of the corner of your eye, you looked up at him consideringly, wonderingânot for the first timeâwhat he thought of you. If he thought you were someone worth caring aboutâif he thought of you at all when you werenât together.Â
Your sugar daddy flashed an easy smile at you, and you couldnât help but return the gesture, even as you thought about how difficult he was to read. He was always charming and easygoing, and it made it hard to figure out what he was really thinking, let alone what he was really feeling.
You did your best to push those pondering thoughts from your mind and simply enjoy the walk through the orchard with Ari. You reminded yourself that heâd made it clear he just wanted to have fun with you, so thatâs what you were determined to do: Enjoy the warm day and pick some apples with your handsome sugar daddy.
The honeycrisp section of the orchard ended up being quite busy, with families and groups of friends forming small crowds around all the trees closest to the entrance of the field. You paused for a moment, your face falling in a small frown.
Ari mustâve seen your expression because he tugged on your hand and led you past the crowds, strolling down a long row of apple trees to go deeper into the orchard. The excited chatter of other people faded until you could barely hear them and the farm grew peaceful. Finally, you came to the edge of the orchard, and Ari pulled you to a stop at the end of a row of honeycrisp trees.Â
âWow, thatâs a lot of apples,â you said, peering up at the trees around you. They were bigger and taller than the ones youâd passed that were being picked over by the crowds. Their branches were practically bursting with ripe, red apples, the color swirling with yellow and green as it often did with that particular variety.Â
It seemed no one else had thought to escape the crowds and venture deeper into the orchard, because you couldnât hear anyone else around. It was just you, your sugar daddy and the apple trees.Â
It was so perfect you couldnât stifle the beaming grin that spread across your face.
âShould I go back for another basketâor a crate?â Ari asked, a grin in his tone.Â
When you finally tore your eyes away from the trees and their bounty, you found him staring at you, something like fondness in his gaze. It struck you that Ari had no idea why you wanted applesâyouâd never told him you liked to bake or what you planned to do with the ones you pickedâbut heâd planned the date and was offering to help you pick as many apples as you wanted.Â
A warmth started in your chest, feeling as though it were wrapping around your heart and filling you up with a dizzying amount of sunshine, until your ribs were nearly bursting with it. Your cheeks felt warm, and your face ached a little from how wide you were smiling.Â
When you realized that you were staring back at Ari with just as much, if not more, affection than was in his gaze, you tried to tamp it down, forcing yourself to scoff lightly at his question.Â
âI think one will be plenty,â you said dryly, turning back to the trees and trying to calculate how many apples would fit into the basket Ari carried. Would it be enough for the apple crisp cheesecake recipe youâd been dying to try? You decided it would have to be.Â
âWhatâs going on in that pretty head of yours, honeycrisp?â Ari asked softly, curling a finger beneath your chin and tipping your face to look up at him. He eased your bodies toward each other and your arms wrapped naturally around his waist.Â
It wasnât until youâd pressed your hands to Ariâs back, your hands settling against the solid muscle of him, that you even realized what you were doing. When you did, you froze, feeling a little spooked by how easy it was becoming to sink into Ariâs casual touches and return them. It felt like there was a growing intimacy between the two of you, and you didnât know quite yet how you felt about it.Â
âHoneycrisp?â you asked, latching on to the one thing you could think to say that would delay you needing to answer Ariâs question.Â
Heâd never asked you what you were thinking before. When he checked in with you, his questions were always more direct, and more specific about what you were doing. You didnât know if he really wanted to know, so you hoped a distraction might work.
Ariâs grin turned a little mischievous, like he knew what you were doing, and he wrapped his arms around you, hauling you up against his large, firm body. He ducked his head and nudged your nose with his, tickling your cheek with his beard until you laughed softly into his scruff.
âIt fits, doesnât it?â he asked in a low, rumbly voice that sent warmth dancing through your body. âYouâre sweet as honey and as delicious as an apple crisp.â He kissed your lower lip, sucking on its plumpness with a slow, deliberate drag that had you nearly moaning into his mouth.
âYeah, I like it,â you murmured when he released your lip, your voice obscenely breathy as your eyes fluttered open. You couldnât remember closing them. Being so close to Ari, having his arms around you and his lips on you, was rattling your brain a little.
âNow, darling honeycrisp, tell daddy what had you thinking so hard about those apples,â Ari rumbled, his voice sweetly coaxing as he brushed butterfly kisses along your jaw. His lips were soft and his beard was coarse, and the contrast of the sensations had you sighing softly and melting further into his arms. âUnless you donât want to tell me?â
There was a thread of uncertainty in Ariâs tone as he voiced the question, like he wasnât sure if he was pushing too hard by asking you to tell him what youâd been thinking about.Â
It was so different to how other sugar daddiesâother men in generalâhad treated you. Theyâd always demanded you tell them whatever they wanted to know, as if they had a right to every part of you.Â
But Ari wasnât like that. Heâd never been like that, and it didnât surprise you that the first time he asked something even remotely personal, he was still giving you the opportunity to sidestep the question if you didnât want to answer. It made you want to tell him all the more.
âI was thinking about what I want to bake with the apples we pick,â you answered, a smile teasing around the edges of your mouth. âAnd trying to make sure one basket would be enough.â
Ari brushed a kiss to the apple of your cheek, as if thanking you for telling him. Pulling back a bit so he could look at you, he tilted his head to the side in curiosity.
âYou like to bake?â
You felt a little shy in the moment, ducking your head under the weight of his sparkling blue eyes, and nodded. âYeah,â you said shrugging as if it was no big deal. Then, when Ari didnât reply right away, you went on, filling the silence by answering a question he hadnât asked. âI donât usually tell sugar daddiesâthe one time I did, he got weird.â
Biting your lip to stem the flow of words from your mouth, you winced. You werenât sure if Ari had known youâd had other sugar daddies before him, but it felt awkward to acknowledge the fact even if you werenât ashamed of it. Besides, something inside you rebelled against the idea of lumping Ari in with all your other sugar daddiesâhe truly wasnât like anyone else youâd been with.Â
âWeird how?â Ari asked in a tone gentler than any youâd heard him use before. One of his hands cupped the back of your neck, but he didnât try to make you look at him, just stroked your skin with his thumb. The gesture was so profoundly comforting that you lay your head on his shoulder and gave a sigh of relief.Â
âOnce he knew I liked to bake, he expected me to bake for him,â you explained slowly, choosing your words carefully. âBut not just bakeâhe bought me an apron and skimpy little dresses to wear underneath it with these ridiculous heels. He wanted me to bake for him andâŠservice him.âÂ
You pressed your face into Ariâs shoulder, remembering the experience and cringing over what youâd let that man talk you into. He was a major reason you appreciated Ariâs boundaries so much. You felt safer, like things couldnât spiral out of your control, with the boundaries your sugar daddy had set in place.
After youâd answered his question, Ari stayed quiet, just holding you, his thumb stroking soothingly over the back of your neck. His big arms felt so steady around you that you couldnât help but take comfort in them, and you went on, feeling safe enough to tell Ari the rest.
âHe took all the joy out of baking,â you said in a small voice. âI stopped seeing him soon after, but he wasnât happy about it.â
Ari exhaled a sharp breath and he squeezed you in his arms, holding you tight for a long moment before he eased up a little.Â
âThank you for telling me,â he murmured, brushing a kiss to your forehead. âI would love to try your baking, but only if you wantâhell, you can come over today and use my kitchen and bake in one of my shirts if you want.â
A relieved laugh gusted out of you, and you were so glad Ari understood that it took you a moment to realize heâd invited you to his apartment.Â
Youâd never seen where he livedâand even though he paid for it, heâd never been inside your apartment either. Ari had always gotten hotel rooms, even for dates in in the city.Â
You hadnât thought much about it beyond appreciating the fact that Ari didnât act entitled to be in your space because he paid for it. But now he was inviting you to his apartment, his space, and you didnât know what to make of it.
Pulling back, you gave him a curious look.Â
âAre you sure?â
Ari leveled you with a look of his own, and though his gaze was serious, there was a hint of amusement in the curve of his mouth. âAre you sure?â he countered, his voice going low and rumbly as he went on. âIf you start baking in my kitchen wearing only my shirt, thereâs a very good chance Iâll eat more of you than whatever you make.â He raised his eyebrows, as if to drive home the lewd insinuation of his statement.Â
But despite his dirty warningâor perhaps because of itâyou only warmed to the idea of baking in Ariâs apartment. It sounded fun in a way it hadnât been with your past sugar daddy and you bounced on the balls of your feet as excitement flooded through you.Â
âDonât threaten me with a good time, daddy,â you sassed, shifting your arms to wind around Ariâs neck. You used your hold on him to keep your balance as you pushed up onto your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his scruffy cheek. âI already know what I want to make.â
Ari chuckled, giving you a quick kiss before pulling out his phone and telling you to pull up the recipe so that he could forward it to his assistant to make sure his apartment had everything youâd need. You did as he asked and handed his phone back to him, watching for his reaction to the recipe youâd chosen.
To your delight, Ari groaned like he was being tortured, his thumb flicking over the screen as he scrolled through the recipe to look at all the pictures.
âYouâre gonna make this?â he asked, before reading out the title, âAn Apple crisp cheesecake?â He made another agonized sound before looking to you for confirmation.
You couldnât help but laugh at his reaction, knowing he was excited despite the miserable noises he was making, and nodded eagerly to answer his question.
Ari shook his head with a disbelieving look on his face and tapped out a message on his phone before pocketing it again. Then he grabbed you around the waist and hauled you against him again.
âYouâre trouble for my pants, honeycrisp,â he muttered, dropping a too-brief kiss to your lips. âFirst you make me hard enough I feel like Iâm gonna pop my zipper.â He trailed kisses along your jaw and down your neck in between his words, his mouth and beard tickling your skin while you melted into his arms. âNext youâre gonna fill me up with apple crisp cheesecake until my button breaks.âÂ
You made a sound that was half-laugh, half-moan as you tipped your head to the side, giving him more access to nip and lick at your neck while you clung to his shoulders, your knees going weak from your sugar daddyâs attention.Â
âYou donât need to eat that much cheesecake, Ari,â you wheezed in between bouts of laughter, giggling harder when he nipped playfully at your ear.
âIf itâs as delicious as you, I donât know how Iâll be able to stop myself,â he flirted, kissing the spot just beneath your ear that had you shivering in his arms.Â
âAri,â you said his name on a breathy exhale, and it was a good thing his lips captured yours in a searing kiss, because you didnât have any hope of responding to his compliment. Instead, you showed him how much you appreciated it by kissing him back hard, your fingers tangling in his soft brown hair as you clung to your sugar daddy and made out in the apple orchard.
By the time Ari pulled away to let you get some air, you were breathless and happier than youâd been in a long time. To your own surprise, you felt good about opening up to Ari and telling him about your past bad experience. Heâd made you feel heard and cared for, all while giving you reason to believe heâd never do anything like that to you. He made you feel safe in a way you hadnât with any of your other sugar daddies.Â
Because of all that, you were actually excited to finally see his apartment. It felt like an important step, the beginning of something new, perhaps something deeper, and though there was an undercurrent of anxiety in your belly, you were more excited than anything else.Â
And if you werenât mistaken, Ari looked excited, too. His eyes were looking at you with affection in their depths, and his mouth was curved into a genuine smile.Â
As he grinned down at you, Ari let his hands slide down from your lower back to your ass, groping you through your dress before swatting the soft cheeks lightly.Â
âAlright, honeycrisp, these apples wonât pick themselves,â he teased good-naturedly. âAnd Iâve got a craving for some apple crisp cheesecake now.â He waggled his eyebrows at you, making you laugh.
But you forced a serious expression onto your face and gave him a mocking salute. âYes, sir,â you said in a deeper voice, trying to tamp down on the smile that wanted to break free.
You lost the battle when Ari gave a loud laugh, his head tipping back and the sun shining down on his golden face while he gave into your silliness. He recovered quickly, though, looking back down at you fondly as he rumbled, âThatâs âyes, daddyâ, to you, honeycrisp.â Then he slapped your ass a little harder to urge you to get a move on before he finally, reluctantly, pulled away and turned in the direction of the apple trees.
To ease some of the disappointment you both felt, Ari gave you a salacious wink that had your cheeks warming again. You couldnât even blame the September sun on the heat in your face. Your sugar daddy was just so hot, it was hardly even fair.
To distract yourself from wanting to curl up in Ariâs arms and say to hell with apple picking, you snatched up the basket heâd dropped, arching your back and popping your ass to give him a peek at your pussy, then straightened and skipped to the nearest apple tree to start picking.Â
When you chanced a glance over your shoulder, you saw Ariâs eyes were heated and staring at the way your skirt fluttered around your ass, his big hand palming his bulge in his pants. You wiggled your ass for him, turning back around to hide your laughter when his long-suffering groan met your ears.Â
But you couldnât keep your eyes off Ari and you turned your head to watch him out of the corner of your eye, catching him swiping a hand down over his face while he shook his head. Something about the gesture sent your heart pitter-pattering in your chestâwhich only got worse when Ari caught you looking and winked while he adjusted himself in his pants.
You felt giddy as you refocused on the tree in front of you, your breaths coming in soft little gasps as excitement and desire swirled in your core. It took you a long moment to gather your thoughts and remind yourself that you could not jump your sugar daddy in the middle of an apple orchard that was open to the publicâno matter how much you desperately wanted to.Â
With slightly shaking fingers, you began to pick apples, doing your best to pay attention to what you were doing and make sure you were selecting the best fruit you could find. If Ari was going to try your baking for the first time, you wanted your apple crisp cheesecake to be the best that it could possibly be.Â
Ari came to stand beside you, and though you wanted him to put his hands on you, you were happy to see him dedicate himself to the task of picking apples, even reaching up to the branches that were too high for you. In turn, you showed Ari how to check for bruises and other unwanted things in the fruit before adding them to the basket at your feet.
Between the two of you picking apples, it wasnât long before the basket was nearly overflowing, but you were having so much fun, you didnât want it to end. So when Ari asked if you still needed more, you gave him a shy smile and said just a few. You didnât want him to go get another basketâbecause, really, you didnât need that many applesâbut you didnât want the apple picking part of your date to end just yet.
Your sugar daddy seemed to understand your desire to linger because he didnât call you out on the fact that your basket could barely hold any more apples. Instead, he flashed you an indulgent grin and nodded, joining you under the apple tree where youâd been picking.Â
But rather than moving beside you, as heâd stood while youâd worked together, he came up behind you so that his chest was brushing against your back. His hands settled lightly on your waist, loosely caging you in beneath the apple tree with your body facing the trunk.Â
He ducked down so his scruffy, bearded cheek was pressed to yours and pointed to a cluster of apples just out of your reach. âWhy donât you grab one of those?â he suggested, the practiced innocence in his tone nearly making you snort with laughter.Â
You knew Ari was playing a game, you could feel it in the mischievous tension crackling in the air, and you were almost certain it would lead to some sort of naughtiness in the orchard. But your body was wound tight, and you wanted to get up to a little mischief with your sugar daddy, so you decided to play along.Â
âI canât reach, daddy,â you simpered, proving your point by reaching your hand up to show that the apples were too high up, your fingertips only barely grazing the fruit. You used the movement to deliberately push your ass back into Ariâs lap and you had to smother a giggle when you felt the hard ridge of him in his pants.
âLet me help, honeycrisp,â Ari rumbled, and though you couldnât see his grin, you knew it was there by the warmth in his voice. You bit your lip against your own wide smile.
Ariâs hand slid down your side, all the way to the back of your thigh, before he gently grabbed your leg behind your knee to lift it until your foot was planted on a low branch. Then he guided your hips deeper into his lap, where you could feel the long, stiff length of his cock wedging between your ass cheeks through your thin dress.
âCâmon, honeycrisp, reach a little bit more,â he urged, tilting your hips and bending his knees so that his hard bulge was pressed against your bare slit. Then he surged forward, lifting you just a little off the ground while he dragged the thick length of his cock against your weeping pussy.Â
You fell helplessly against the trunk of the tree, the apples forgotten as a low moan slipped past your lips. Ari teased you with his clothed cock, and your spine arched to bare more of yourself to his hard bulge. Craning your neck to catch Ariâs eye over your shoulder, you gave him a desperate, pleading look.Â
âDaddy, please,â you begged on a whine, pushing back into his lap and wiggling your ass side to side to try to entice him into giving you something more. Youâd been teasing each other all day, and you were hitting a breaking point. You needed him to give you something.
Ari chuckled, burying his face in the side of your neck, his deep laughter rolling deliciously down your spine and settling between your thighs, until you were pulsing with desire. He curled around your body until he was surrounding you, your smaller form fitting perfectly within the cage of his arms.Â
He reached above you and easily plucked the apple heâd directed you to pick from the spot you hadnât been able to reach and presented it to you. At the same time, his other hand began to wander, groping your soft tits until you moaned prettily again for him.Â
âDoes it pass your inspection, darling?â he asked, urging you to focus on the apple he held in front of you.Â
Truthfully, you didnât care anymore about picking applesâyou had plenty of them in the basket at your feetâbut you did your best to look it over. You turned it over in your trembling fingers, checking for bruises and bugs. Finding it to be perfect, you nodded.Â
âYes, daddy.â
âGood girl,â Ari murmured, taking the apple from your hands and pulling away to set it on top of the pile in your basket.Â
You had to bite back a whine at the loss of him, but he was back against you a moment later, his warmth surrounding you as his arms curled around your body. His hands slid up your sides and cupped your tits, kneading them in his big, strong hands until your head fell back against his shoulder and you let out a soft whimper of need.
âNow is that enough apples, honeycrisp?â he asked, a hint of teasing in his tone.
âYuh huh,â you mumbled, nodding weakly as you arched your spine and pushed your chest into Ariâs hands. He rewarded you by pinching and plucking your nipples through the soft cotton of your dress, wringing a weak whine from your lips. âPlenty.âÂ
âGood,â Ari rumbled, pressing his face into the side of your neck, his mouth licking and nipping at your skin like you tasted as sweet as the fruit youâd been picking, his rough beard making you shiver in his hold. âBecause if I had to see your pretty pussy winking at me from beneath your skirt one more time while you were bending over or reaching for some apples, it was going to drive me fucking wild.â
A low moan slipped free from your lips while one of Ariâs hands skimmed down your front, sliding under the hem of your dress and cupping you between your thighs. His big hand covered your entire mound, which was sticky with your juices.Â
He growled when he felt just how wet you were, the sound reverberating down your spine and making your pussy spasm, more wetness dripping from your slit and into his palm.
âFuck,â Ari ground out through gritted teeth, his voice rough with his own barely leashed desire. âYouâre soaking wet for me, honeycrispâI gotta feel you,â he said, an urgency in his voice as he sank two fingers into your drenched hole, pulling another moan from you. His hips were grinding his bulge against your ass so hard, you could feel him throbbing. âGotta feel this tight warm cunt on my cock, âm not gonna make it back to the carâneed you now.â
âAri,â you whispered harshly, trying to sound angry, but the two syllables of his name came out dipped in desire and you felt your sugar daddy shudder against your back, his fingers working harder inside your sopping cunt, his palm making soft slapping sounds every time he bottomed out. âWe shouldnât.âÂ
Despite your weak protest, you rolled your head to the side on Ariâs shoulder, peering through the branches of the tree toward where youâd left the crowds of other apple pickers. They were still so distant you couldnât hear them over your soft, gasping breaths, but there was no telling when someone might stray from the others. They could stumble upon you at any moment.ïżœïżœ
The only protection you had from wandering eyes were the branches of the apple tree. Thankfully, they were close enough and the leaves dense enough that you couldnât see much beyond Ariâs big body, but if someone came close enough, theyâd no doubt hear you or Ari, and then youâd be caught.
âWeâre going to get arrested,â you scolded in a hushed tone before turning your head to bury your face in Ariâs beard and stifle the moan on the tip of your tongue. He hadnât stopped fucking you with his fingers and your reluctance was ebbing from your body just as surely as your desire was leaking into his hand.Â
Instead of responding to your statement with the seriousness you felt it deserved, Ari simply chuckled against your cheek and used his thumb to circle your clit, making your hips jerk into his hand, your body wordlessly begging him for more while you muffled a whine into the underside of his jaw.Â
âWeâll be fine, honeycrisp,â Ari soothed in a placating tone that made you growl like a feral kitten into his throat, so he switched tactics, his voice going low and rough. âDonât you wanna feel me, honey?â He asked, grinding his hard length into your soft ass until you mewled pathetically. âDonât you wanna drip your sweet juices all over daddyâs cock like a good girl?âÂ
It was on the tip of your tongue to give in. You knew you shouldnât. You knew there was a very real possibility that you could get caught, and it was only your fear of the potential consequences that held your words at bay. But Ari was well acquainted with the fear that held you back, and he knew exactly how to help you break through it.Â
âJust the tip,â he murmured, his voice so warm you could hear the smile in it. âJust take the tip, and stay quiet, and weâll be golden.â He nuzzled your face, his beard rasping over your soft skin and sending tingles of delight all through your body.Â
You knew it was a ploy. You knew that Ari knew that youâd never be able to settle for just the tip of his cockâafter all, you never had before. But it was easier to pretend you could settle for just the tip than to say yes to Ari fucking you in the middle of the apple orchard when there were people not too far away. It was the small step you needed to break free from your fear.
Lifting your head, you looked around. There was nothing to see except dense branches and leaves and endless apples. Ariâs body hid you entirely from sight, and you still couldnât hear anyone else close by, so if you stayed quiet, you really could get away with a quickie in the orchard.Â
A wicked smile spread across your face and you turned your head to catch Ariâs eye over your shoulder.
âJust the tip?â you asked, you voice laced with suggestion. You knew Ari was going to end up sinking much more of his cock into you, but you wanted to play along for a little bit. âPromise, daddy?â Your question was meant to sound innocent, but you couldnât help the way the corners of your lips wavered in an eager grin.
Ari chuckled and kissed the corner of your mouth, because he knew exactly what you were doing. âI promise, darlingâŠâ he said, trailing off as he pulled his fingers from your pussy with an embarrassingly wet sound that made him grin. âUnless, of course, you beg me like a good girl.âÂ
âHurry, daddy,â you cooed, wiggling your ass against Ariâs bulge, a teasing smile on your lips as you watched him over your shoulder.Â
Ariâs eyes darkened and then he was using his clean hand to fumble with his belt and fly while he swatted your pussy playfully with his drenched fingers. You gasped and twitched, trying to stay quiet and failing miserably as desperate keening sound slipped from your mouth.
At your urging, Ari wasted no time, shoving his pants open and pulling out his cock, pushing your dress up over your ass and rubbing the tip through your drenched folds. Both of you groaned, Ariâs face falling forward against your shoulder while you grabbed onto the trunk of the tree in front of you, trying to stay upright while your knees trembled.Â
Then Ari was pushing inside, the head of his cock sinking into the warmth of your pussy. The stretch of him was too delicious, and you moaned louder than was wise, but you couldnât help yourself. He felt too good.Â
âWhatâd I say about staying quiet?â Ari rumbled in your ear, right before he shoved his fingers in your mouth. The tart taste of your wetness mixed with apples burst on your tongue and you moaned again, licking wildly at his fingers to get as much of it as you could. âMm, thatâs it, clean up your mess, honeycrispâshow daddy what a good girl you can be.â
Ariâs other hand gripped your hip, holding you steady while he fucked you with just the tip of his cock, pushing into your tight hole and pulling free until the tease of it drove you wild.Â
âMm-oah, mm-oah,â you begged around Ariâs fingers, trying to push back on Ariâs stiff length and take more of him, but he held you still, forcing you to take only what he gave you. You bounced impatiently, the foot that was still lifted on one of the branches shaking it so furiously, the leaves rattled and a few apples dropped to the ground.
âOh, did you want something, honey?â Ari asked, his tone filled with mocking innocence as he pulled his fingers from your mouth. You shot him a half-hearted glare over your shoulder, pouting.Â
âI need more, daddy, please,â you begged, giving him your best desperate, pleading look while you pushed back against his hold, reveling in the way he didnât let you move to take him further. âPlease split me open with your thick cock, daddyâI need it.â
Ari blew out a sharp breath. âFuck, I wanna tease you some more, but I canâtâneed you too bad, honey,â Ari rasped, squeezing your hip while his other arm wrapped loosely around the front of your throat, so the bulge of his bicep was just beneath your chin.Â
âRemember, stay quiet.â His hushed words were your only warning before Ari slammed into you, shoving every inch of his hard cock into your wet, needy cunt.Â
A scream welled up inside your chest, your mouth dropping open as it clawed its way up your throat, but at the last second before it was set free, you managed to bury your face in Ariâs bicep. Your teeth sank into his warm, golden skin and you bit your sugar daddy while you screamed into his arm.Â
His tortured groan was loud, but only because it poured directly into your ear, the sound dripping in pleasure as your inner walls squeezed his hard cock and made room for the thick length of him in the depths of your body.
Bliss consumed you, the stinging edge of Ari pushing inside you so fast and stretching you so suddenly making your body burn all the hotter. Already, your cunt was pulsing around Ariâs cock like you wanted him to stay buried inside you for a long time and you sighed happily, pulling your teeth from your sugar daddyâs arm.Â
While Ari gave you a moment to adjust, his hand kneading the plush softness of your hip, you kissed and licked at the indents your teeth had left in his skin. He chuckled, brushing a kiss against your temple, an acceptance of your wordless apology.Â
âReady, honey?â Ari asked softly, nuzzling your cheek while he rolled his hips, grinding his cock into you in a way that had you moaning again. âThis is gonna be hard and fast. I canâtâI gotta pound your pretty pussy,â he rumbled, his tone almost apologetic with the urgency in it. âGotta feel you dripping around me, squeezing me, milking me.â
His hand shifted from your hip to slip between your thighs, his fingers finding your slippery clit and rubbing the puffy pearl. He grunted when you clenched around him, his fingers stroking you harder and winding your pleasure higher while he rolled his hips, fucking you in short, sharp thrusts.
âFuck, honey, fuck,â he bit out, his breaths heavy in between every word. âTell me youâre ready for me to move.â
âPlease, yes, move,â you cried propping your chin on Ariâs bicep while your nails dug into the trunk of the tree in front of you. You used your grip to brace yourself and push back on Ariâs cock, taking him deeper with every thrust. âNeed you, daddy, please, please, please,â you babbled, your voice coming out strained with the effort to keep it quiet.
âFucking right you need meâjust like I need you,â Ari growled, pulling his hips back and slamming forward, driving into you with so much force, you could hear the soft sound of your ass slapping against his thighs. âYou have the sweetest, tightest pussy Iâve ever hadâbest fucking pussy in the world. I dream about it when Iâm not with you,â he confessed, his words rough like heâd pulled them from the depths of his soul. âDream about pumping you full of my come until your bellyâs bulging with me, honey.â
Your mind reeled at Ariâs confession even as your body sank deeper into his hold. You were still trying to catch up on processing his words but your pussy was clenching around his cock greedily, as if begging for him to come inside you already.Â
In that moment, a singular truth crystalized in your mind: Youâd been deluding yourself into thinking you didnât care for Ariâthat he didnât care for you. It was very clear that Ari did care about you, and you cared about him.
All those boundaries in your relationship, you realized youâd been the one creating them, not Ari. Ari had been patient, chipping away at the walls youâd built around yourself until heâd somehow found his way in. Heâd dreamed about you, and youâd thought he was just another sugar daddy looking to have some fun. Youâd been so wrong about him.
At the weight of your realization, you nearly collapsed against the tree, but managed to hold yourself up, sobbing with pleasure and emotion. Ari seemed to sense the shift in your mood and he slowed his movements, as if he was going to stop, but you shook your head, feeling feral with your need for him.Â
âPlease, daddy,â you cried softly, your voice hoarse with the flood of affection filling your heart. It was emphasized by the feeling of Ari inside you, surrounding you, your body cradled in his arms while he fuckd you like he wanted you to never forget the feel of him. âFill me up, make me your perfect little cumslut, daddy, just keep meâkeep me.âÂ
âAlways,â he rasped, his lips at your temple. The promise in that single word buried deep in your heart, taking root.Â
Something changed between you and Ari, and you knew he felt it too because he started fucking you faster than before, his hips snapping harder against your ass so he could push deep into your cunt with every thrust.
âFuck, honey, âm almost there, are you close?â he rasped, his tone desperate.Â
Your head bobbed in a nod.Â
âUh huh, âm close, just need a little moreâŠâ you trailed off in a whine, trying to push back on his cock and grind your clit against his stroking fingers at the same time.
Thankfully, Ari understood what you were begging for, and he rubbed you harder, his fingers relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure while he rutted into your cunt.
âCâmon, honey, come on daddyâs cock,â he rumbled in your ear, his voice deliciously deep to match his dirty words and push you closer to the edge. âBe a good little cumslut and milk my cock, make me fill your sweet pussy with all my come, honey.âÂ
You buried your face into Ariâs bicep again, your teeth sinking into his skin as you screamed your release. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through your body, until your limbs were trembling and your fingers were shaking against the outside of Ariâs arm, having forgotten when youâd let go of the tree to cling to him.
With a grunt, Ariâs cock twitched inside you, reacting to the sting of your bite and the merciless grasping of your inner walls around his hard length. His hips stuttered, then he started fucking into you wildly, his thrusts falling out of rhythm while he chased his own release.Â
âGood girl, honey, so good, feel so fucking good milking daddyâs cock,â he muttered, cutting off on a deep groan while his cock throbbed inside you.
Ari spilled himself deep in your cunt and you moaned weakly, pulling back from his arm and licking his golden skin to sooth the indents your teeth had left behind. He tasted like salty skin and sweet apples and you hummed in pleasure as you rode out the remainder of your release with your bodies writhing together.
After a few long moments basking in the glorious afterglow of coming together, Ari took a deep breath and shifted his arm, chuckling lowly when you whimpered at the loss of his bicep to lick and kiss. He made it up to you by turning your head and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, pouring all the affection you finally knew he felt for you into the way his mouth moved against yours.Â
When he pulled away, leaving you slightly breathless, Ari leveled you with a serious look.Â
âYou know youâre special to me, donât you, honey?â he asked, using the new pet name that you knew was shortened from âhoneycrispâ.Â
Youâd been too wrapped up in your own head to notice the way it rolled off his tongueâit was an endearment for someone Ari cared about, someone who was special to him, as he said.
Biting your kiss-swollen lower lip, feeling a little abashed that it had taken you so long to realize what Ari felt for you, you nodded. You could feel your cheeks warming, and tried to duck your head, but Ari only chuckled and caught your lips in another kiss, though it was briefer.
When heâd kissed away your anxiety, Ari set about extricating himself from you, pulling free from your body and helping you down from the tree. He quickly stuffed his softening cock back into his pants and then helped smooth your dress back over your hips before doing up his slacks. You turned to him, brushing his hair back from his face and warming at the way he was smiling down at you.Â
Ari had an infectious grin on his face, and you couldnât help but return it, your heart feeling warm and cozy in your chest.Â
The two of you smiled goofily as you helped right each otherâs appearances. Once youâd fixed yourselves as much as possible, Ari stooped down to pick up the basket of apples youâd picked, then grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together and planting a kiss on the back of your palm before heading off back to the farm stand.
As you walked past all the crowds of people, you were certain everyone knew what you and Ari had gotten up to in the orchard, but no one stopped or stared or said anything. They were all too focused on their own friends and families and the task of apple picking to notice you and Ari, or your big, silly smiles.
At the farm stand, Ari paid for the apples, then loaded them into his Lexus before helping you into the passenger seat. He dropped a kiss to your forehead, then rounded the front of the car and slid into his own seat.
You were quiet on the drive back to the city, your mind ruminating over the beginning of your relationship with Ari. When you thought back to your first few dates, you realized youâd been the one who was hesitant to answer any personal questions from your sugar daddyâand youâd never asked any of him. Youâd also been the one to balk at the idea of either going back to his place or your apartment, leading him to get hotel rooms.Â
Ari had been the one to respect your boundaries, even as heâd tried to get to know you better. Heâd tried to ask you questions you felt comfortable answeringâit was how heâd found out you liked apple picking, because youâd chosen it as a fall-themed date. Heâd been so careful with you, it made your heart hurt a little that youâd kept him at armâs length for so long.
Turning from the scenery of the foliage fading into the cityscape of New York, you ran your eyes over Ariâs profile. His expression was easy, relaxed and open, the hint of a smile on his face. Youâd thought he just always looked like that, but you realized it was because he was with you.Â
Reaching across the center console, you scooped up Ariâs hand and laced your fingers through his before settling your joined hands on your thigh. He glanced at you, shooting you a quick smile and squeezing your fingers, before turning back to the road.
By the time the car pulled into the underground parking garage of the high-rise on the Upper West Side where Ari lived, you were resolved to try to let your guard down a little more around him. Ari had shown you he could be trusted with your heart just as much as your body, and you were determined to show him you trusted him with all of you.Â
Still, it was a little intimidating walking into his apartment for the first time, the anxiety that he was only bringing you there because he wanted something from youâsomething you didnât want to giveâwas a knot in your stomach. But then you looked at Ari and you realized heâd never do that to you. He was bringing you to his home because he wanted to, not because he wanted something from you.Â
Ariâs penthouse was warm and cozy, decorated in dark brown wood and warm golden tones, with hints of blue that reminded you of the ocean. You realized you knew Ari was a fan of the beach, because so many of the trips heâd taken you on had been close to the water. Walking into his home felt like walking into a reflection of his heart, and you didnât take that for granted.
After setting down the apples on a table next to the door and stepping out of your shoes, Ari took you on a tour of his apartment, both the upstairs and the downstairs (because it was big enough to have two floors!). He showed you every room, including his bedroom and his study, tugging you into each by your joined hands when you seemed hesitant to enter his spaces.
Ari left the kitchen for last, but the two of you lingered in the living room, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked Central Park. Ari wrapped his arms around you from behind, swaying you lightly from side to side, almost like you were dancing.Â
âYou have a beautiful home, Ari,â you said, looking out over the city and appreciating the way the buildings and treetops were cast in the warm, yellow glow of afternoon sunshine. An errant thought crossed your mind, that you could get used to the view from Ariâs apartment. It was stunning.
âThank you, honey,â Ari murmured, dropping a kiss to the base of your throat while his arms squeezed you tighter. He buried his face in your neck, so his words were a little muffled when he said, âI always hoped youâd like it enough to want to come over again and⊠again.â
You could hear in the pause of his words where heâd stopped himself from saying something different, and you wondered over it. But you knew yourself well enough not to ask. If just walking into his apartment felt like a big step, you knew asking him what heâd meant to say might spook you a bit too much, and you didnât want that. So you just hummed in response.
Ari chuckled, like he somehow knew it was taking effort for you to be in his apartment, and he thought it was cute how difficult it was for you. His mouth trailed up your neck, effectively distracting you from your thoughts, before nipping at the edge of your jaw.Â
âWant to see the kitchen now?âÂ
Nodding so eagerly, you nearly head-butted him, you turned in his hold and looked up at him with expectant eyes. Ari gave you an affectionate smile, then grabbed your hand and led the way to the kitchen.
Heâd saved it for last, and when you stepped inside, you understood why. A gasp slipped from your lips as you took in the beautiful space. The color scheme of the apartment carried over to the kitchen, with dark brown cabinets and lighter wood countertops. There was a pop of blue in the backsplash, and all kinds of expensive gadgetry.Â
You were so busy taking everything in, it took you a moment to spot the brand-new stand mixer sitting on the counter in a color that matched the rest of the room. Beside it were some of the ingredients youâd need for the apple crisp cheesecake youâd told Ari you wanted to make and you realized his assistant mustâve already come and gone.Â
Walking over and running your fingers over the sleek mixer, tears welled up in your eyes. It took effort to blink them away, and you shook your head slightly at yourself. It seemed silly to be crying over a stand mixer, but it felt bigger than that, like it was a sign of Ari making room in his life for you. He wanted you there, he wanted to keep you, like youâd begged him to.Â
âEverything ok, honey?â Ari asked, coming to stand behind you, but not touching you, giving you some space while you processed everything youâd realized that day.
âYeah,â you said, your voice thick, no doubt giving away the emotion you were feeling. Before you could overthink it, you spun around and threw your arms around Ariâs shoulders, launching yourself at him for a tight hug. âYou bought a mixer,â you stated, as if that was explanation enough.Â
A soft laugh rumbled in Ariâs chest and he swept a hand down your spine, comforting you while a few tears leaked down your cheeks and into the collar of his denim shirt.
âWell, yeah,â he responded good-naturedly, a smile in his voice. âI did say I wanted you to want to come back, didnât I?âÂ
âUh huh,â you mumbled, laughing a little at his comment. Then you murmured, in a small voice, âThank you.â
âAnytime,â Ari said, sounding genuine.Â
For a long moment, you hugged him, and then you pulled away, swiping at your cheeks to clear away any tears or makeup.Â
âIs the offer still open to bake while wearing only your shirt?â you asked, tipping your head back to smile shyly at Ari while your fingers played with the collar of his button-up. Â
A grin spread across his face while shrugged out of the denim shirt. Then, to your surprise, he yanked his t-shirt off over his head, asking you which one you wanted.Â
You took the denim one with fumbling fingers, your eyes raking over his bare chest while warmth bloomed deep in your core. It wasnât the first time youâd seen Ari shirtless, of course, but you never got tired of looking at the expanse of his golden skin, dusted with dark brown hair that you wanted to rake your nails through.Â
Ari let you look for a moment, using your distraction to help you slip out of your dress. Then he eased your arms into the denim shirt and buttoned it up, his big hands pausing briefly to grope your soft body every few moments.Â
There was a glimmer of deep satisfaction in his blue eyes when he stepped back to look at you in his shirt.Â
âMm, you look so pretty, honey,â he rasped, taking one last look before crowding you into the counter at your back. His gaze darkened as he stared down at you, his grin turning wolfish when he rumbled, âI think I need a snack before you start baking.â
That was your only warning. You shrieked with surprised laughter when Ari hauled you back into the living room and tossed you down on one of his leather couches. Your giggles cut off abruptly in a moan when Ari descended on you, burying his face between your thighs and feasting on you like he was starving.
Your fingers twisted in Ariâs brown hair while he ate your pussy, encouraging you to scream your pleasure in the comfort of his home while he made you come against his mouth. You shattered apart with a loud cry while he fucked you with his tongue, his mouth greedily devouring your release, and the come heâd buried inside you earlier, like he hadnât eaten in days.Â
When he finally pulled away, Ariâs beard was soaked in your juices and he grinned up your body while you lay limply on the couch, your chest heaving as you caught your breath. Chuckling at the sight of you sprawled out on his couch, Ari pressed wet kisses to the inside of your thighs, licking the traces of your release from your skin.
âFuck, honey, I canât get enough of you,â he rumbled, his big hands kneading your plush thighs and hips, proving his point since it seemed like he couldnât stop touching you. The blatant need and desire in his voice sent a shiver racing down your spine.
âIf you keep going, I wonât have the strength to bake,â you warned him in a breathless voice, managing to lift your head enough to give him a stern look.Â
Ari laughed into your thigh, pressing one last kiss to your skin before he raised up and gave you a wink. âCanât have that,â he quipped, grabbing your hands and helping you up off the couch. You stumbled a little, your legs weak from your orgasm, but Ari caught you easily, wrapping his arm around your waist while he led you into the kitchen.Â
Once you were propped up against the counter near the stand mixer, Ari left to retrieve the apples from the entryway. When he returned, you noticed he carried a pair of slippers that matched the ones heâd put on. Without saying a word, he set them on the floor next to your bare feet and carried on to start washing the fruit in the sink.Â
You stepped into the slippers, your heart warming when you realized they were a perfect fit. For a long moment, you stared at Ariâs bare shoulders and broad back, wondering how youâd ever kept such a thoughtful man at armâs length. Well, you decided, once again, you wouldnât be doing that anymore.Â
Turning back to the stand mixer and the ingredients, you organized everything on the counter, going to the fridge to pull out everything else youâd need.Â
To your surprise, you and Ari worked well together in the kitchen. Once he was done cleaning all the apples youâd picked, he asked what he could do next, and you put him to work peeling and coring the fruit while you worked on the other elements of the cheesecake.Â
When it came time to bake, Ari took the pan from your hands and popped it into the oven while you set a timer. Tension crackled between the two of you after the oven had snapped closed, and you came together in a flurry of limbs. Ari guided you back into the living room while he kissed you, his hands making quick work of removing all your remaining clothes.
You rode Ari to another orgasm while the sweet treat baked, the golden glow of the New York City sunset keeping the apartment awash in warm hues that made you feel cozyâlike you were home.Â
Once you were both sated, you collapsed on top of Ariâs chest, burying your face in his neck and nuzzling into his beard. You inhaled the familiar scent of his cologne, vetiver and leather, with a little bit of cinnamon from baking, and melted against him. You wanted to breathe in nothing but that scent for the rest of your lifeâand you refused to let that thought scare you.
Ari pulled a flannel blanket off of the back of his couch and wrapped it around you both, your pussy keeping his cock warm while you cuddled together until the timer went off.Â
You couldnât help but laugh as you watched Ari take the baking pan out of the oven wearing only an oven mitt on his hand. You, meanwhile, stood off to the side with the flannel blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Heâd told you the blanket was highly flammable and insisted you stay clear of the oven with a stern look that made your insides go all gooey.
The two of you made out in the kitchen and made dinner while the cheesecake cooled. All the while, you kept thinking how easy it was to be with Ari, how you could see what your life would be like together. And you liked how it looked. You liked kissing him whenever you wanted and asking him about what movies he liked and what was the last book he read.
After dinner, you ate a slice of cheesecake together, and you couldnât keep your eyes off of Ariâs face, enjoying every little groan and expression of pleasure he made. It was erotic enough that you left the last bite for him, getting to your feet to walk around the table and straddle his lap.Â
He fucked you to another, blisteringly hot orgasm, and laughed only a little when you fell against his chest with an exhausted, but satisfied, sigh.Â
In a soft voice, Ari asked if youâd stay the night, and the hope in his tone made your heart warm enough that you ignored the brief flicker of anxiety the question prompted. You shushed the worry inside you and said yes.Â
Together, you cleaned up the kitchen and then Ari led you upstairs to the bedroom, pausing every few minutes to kiss you, like he wanted to remind himself you were still there.Â
He gave you some of his clothes to wear to bed and showed you where everything was in his bathroom. You couldnât help but notice that he had all of your favorite products, and a spare toothbrush for you. You smiled as you got ready for bed and slipped under the covers with him.
âDid you have a good day, honey?â Ari asked, pulling you into his body and wrapping you up in his arms. You were wearing one of his t-shirtsâa clean oneâwhile he had on a pair of boxer briefs. You hummed happily when your legs tangled together, enjoying the feel of his warm skin and tickling hair against you.Â
âMm, I had the best day, Ari,â you murmured sleepily, the comfort and warmth of his bed making it easy to let your exhaustion creep in. âKiss,â you said, turning your head and repeating the greeting Ari had given you when heâd picked you up.
Your sugar daddy chuckled, the sound rumbling down your spine and making your heart flutter with delight. Your eyes were already closed, but you could feel his smile when he pressed a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips.Â
âDonât worry, honey, Iâll still be here in the morning,â he promised, his words assuaging a fear you hadnât realized youâd felt, and you sighed in contentment.
Everything had changed between you and Ari, and you couldnât help but think it was for the better. You were still a little anxious about opening yourself up to someone, especially a sugar daddy, but Ari had shown you that you could trust himâreally trust him, with all your heartâand you were determined to do just that.
âGânight, Ari,â you whispered into the pillow that smelled like him, a hint of a smile in the curve of your mouth as sleep claimed you.Â
âGood night, honey,â Ari crooned in your ear, his voice gentle and soft and oh so affectionate. âMy sweet, sweet honeycrisp.â
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In 1985, one of the only persons interested in an interview with a ânewâ writer called Terry Pratchett, after his publication of the Colour of Magic, was one Neil Gaiman. Neil Gaiman was writing for Space Voyager at the time. "The Colour of Pratchett" was the name given here:
It ran exactly one page inside the June/July issue of that year. The interview took place in a Chinese restaurant in London.
Here is Neil many years later holding that issue. You can see it here if you want. Warning: extremely emotional video.
Neil arrived wearing a grey homburg hat. âSort of like the ones Humphrey Bogart wears in moviesâ he later wrote. (Before saying that in fact he did not look like him, but like someone wearing a grown-upâs hat). Terry Pratchett, photo courtesy of one @neil-gaiman, was in a Lenin-style leather cap and a harlequin-patterned pullover. At this point, Terry was already a hat person, although not that hat.
Terry offered Neil this : "An interview needn't last more than 15 minutes. A good quote for the beginning, a good quote for the end, and the rest you make up back at the office"*. (Terry Pratchett had worked many years in journalism by this point ).
But the meeting went terribly well. The two of them realized they had "the same sort of brains". So well indeed, that in 1985, Neil had shown Terry a file containing 5282 words, exploring a scenario in which Richmal Crompton's William Brown had somehow become the Antichrist. Was a collaboration in the cards as of that moment? Not really. But Terry found in Neil someone to whom he could send disks of work in progress and to whom he could pick up the phone sometimes when he hit a brick in the road of his writing.
Terry loved it and the concept stayed in his mind. A couple of years later, he rang Neil to ask him if he had done any more work on it. Neil had been busy with The Sandman, he had not really given it another thought. Terry said, "Well I know what happens next, so either you sell me the idea or we can write it together". **
On collaborating together:
Here is a video of Sir Terry saying why he chose to collaborate with Neil, another video talking about the technical difficulties of writing a book when the two of them where miles apart ,and some pages from Interzone Magazine Issue 207 published December 2006:
An Interview with Sir Terry Pratchett and his works- and Neil Gaiman, where he shortly addresses the process of writing Good Omens.
Terry shortly mentions,
âNeil doesn't rule out another book with me and he was good to write with...yep, it could happen. With anyone else? I don't know, but probably not.?â
Neil says,
"Terry took that initial 5,000 words of mine and ran it through the computer (because Iâd lost the files in a computer crash) and made it the first 10,000 words, and it was definitely Good Omens at that point. Neither one thing nor the other, but a third thing.â
"I think Terry could do a very good impersonation of me if he needed to, and I could do a very good impersonation of him; so we knew the area of the Venn diagram in which we were working. But mostly the book found its own voice very quickly. It helped that we were both scarred by the William books when we were kids...â
And as you know, unless youâve been living in Alpha Centauri, the rest is history. That was the beginning of what would become William the Antichrist and later would get the name Good Omens:The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch. (Title provided by Neil Gaiman and subtitle by Terry Pratchett).
More about the writing process:
Terry took the first 5,000 words and typed them into his word processor, and by the time he had finished they were the first 10,000 words. Terry had borrowed all the things about me that he thought were amusing, like my tendency back then to wear sunglasses even when it wasn't sunny, and given them, along with a vintage Bentley, to Crawleigh, who had now become Crowley. The Satanic Nurses were Satanic Nuns.
The book was under way.
We wrote the first draft in about nine weeks. Nine weeks of gloriously long phone calls, in which we would read each other what we'd written, and try to make the other one laugh. We'd plot, delightedly, and then hurry off the phone, determined to get to the next good bit before the other one could. We'd rewrite each other, footnote each other's pages, sometimes even footnote each other's footnotes. We would throw characters in, hand them off when we got stuck. We finished the book and decided we would only tell people a little about the writing process - we would tell them that Agnes Nutter was Terry's, and the Four Horsemen (and the Other Four Motorcyclists) were mine.
From the introduction to William the Antichrist:
âIn the summer of 1987 several odd ideas came together: (..)I found myself imagining a book called William the Antichrist, in which a hapless demon was going to be responsible for swapping the wrong baby over, and the son of the US Ambassador would be completely undemonic, while William Brown would grow up to be the Antichrist, and the demon would need to stop him ending the world. The unfortunate demon, whom I called Crawleigh, because Crawley was a nearby town with an unfortunate name, would have to sort it all out as best he could.
It felt like a story with legs.
Terry took the 5,000 words, and rewrote them, calling me to tell me what he was doing and what he was planning to do. The biggest thing he was going to do, he told me, was split the hapless demon into two characters â a would-be-cool demon in dark glasses (which was, I think, Terryâs way of making fun of me, a never-actually- cool journalist in dark glasses) who had renamed himself Crowley, and a rare-book dealer and angel called Aziraphale, who would embody all the English awkwardness that either of us could conceive.â
William the Antichrist being a direct inspiration of the 1976 film The Omen. If the baby swap had just been a little bit messier and the kid had gone off somewhere else he would have grown up as somebody else. âAnd then there was a beat and I thought, I should write it, it will be called William the Antichristâ says Neil. ***
âThe first draft of Good Omens was a William-book. It was absolutely in every way it could be a William book. It had Violet Elizabeth Bott, it had William and the Outlaws, it had Mr. Brownâ.
Over time they realized that they would have more creative freedom if they in their own words filed off the serial numbers. William and the Outlaws becoming Adam and the Them.
But the spirit of Just William was never far away.
The joy for Neil was to construct âperfectly William sentencesâ. The one when Anathema tells Adam that she has lost the Book, and he tells her that he has written a book about a pirate who became a famous detective and it is 8 pages long⊠thatâs âa William sentenceâ.
If you want to read more details about William The Antichrist, here are some slides I made.
Good Omens was also inspired by a particularly antisemitic moment in The Jew of Malta and John le Carre's spy novels. (Neilâs ask)
 Then I was reading The Jew of Malta by Kit Marlowe, and it has a bit where the three (cartoonishly evil) Jews compare notes on all the well-poisoning and suchlike theyâd done that day, and as a Jew who never quite gets his act together, it occurred to me that if I were the third Jew Iâd just be apologizing for having failed to poison a well⊠And suddenly I had the opening of a book. It would be called William the Antichrist. And it would begin with three Demons in a graveyard⊠(x).
âWhen we finished the book we estimated that the words were 60% Terryâs and 40% mine, and the plot, such as it was, was entirely ours.â -Neil Gaiman
"Neil and I had known each other since early 1985. Doing it was our idea, not a publisher's deal." "I think this is an honest account of the process of writing Good Omens. It was fairly easy to keep track of because of the way we sent discs to one another, and because I was Keeper of the Official Master Copy I can say that I wrote a bit over two thirds of Good Omens. However, we were on the phone to each other every day, at least once. If you have an idea during a brainstorming session with another guy, whose idea is it? One guy goes and writes 2,000 words after thirty minutes on the phone, what exactly is the process that's happening? I did most of the physical writing because: 1) I had to. Neil had to keep Sandman going -- I could take time off from the DW; 2) One person has to be overall editor, and do all the stitching and filling and slicing and, as I've said before, it was me by agreement -- if it had been a graphic novel, it would have been Neil taking the chair for exactly the same reasons it was me for a novel; 3) I'm a selfish bastard and tried to write ahead to get to the good bits before Neil. Initially, I did most of Adam and the Them and Neil did most of the Four Horsemen, and everything else kind of got done by whoever -- by the end, large sections were being done by a composite creature called Terryandneil, whoever was actually hitting the keys. By agreement, I am allowed to say that Agnes Nutter, her life and death, was completely and utterly mine. And Neil proudly claims responsibility for the maggots. Neil's had a major influence on the opening scenes, me on the ending. In the end, it was this book done by two guys, who shared the money equally and did it for fun and wouldn't do it again for a big clock." "Yes, the maggot reversal was by me, with a gun to Neil's head (although he understood the reasons, it's just that he likes maggots). There couldn't be blood on Adam's hands, even blood spilled by third parties. No-one should die because he was alive." -("Terry Pratchett : His Worldâ)
(Here are some slides of mine where I go into some other details concerning the origins of Good Omens).
Another wonderful insight with Rob Wilkins in "The Worlds of Terry Pratchett".
*Quote: from Terry Pratchett A Life With Footnotes by Rob Wilkins, but said by Terry of course.
** All the quotes, facts listed here : see above.
***all other quotes by Neil Gaiman from various interviews and asks Iâll link.
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And, boy, you got her
synopsis Rafeâs in charge of the pledges during Rush Week. Hazing isnât a thing. Making you feel so high school is.
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a/n omgggg Euro Trip Rafe <3333 I was living on pledgetok last week and just couldnât not write something about it
âHoly shit,â Noah mutters, surveying the crowd over his red cup, âI swear they get scrawnier every single year.â
Rafe nods gravely, taking a pull of his beer. âItâs fucking grim.â
âLike â fuck, look at those two.â Noah gestures toward the shaded veranda, a fresh coat of gloss making its balustrades shine. Huddled in one corner, attempting to take up as little space as possible, two boys donning UNC merch survey the crowd in tandem. âWe werenât that fucking scraggy as freshman, were we?â
âYou two werenât,â Kelce snorts, coming up behind them. Topper brings up his rear, mid-bite of his loaded hotdog. âThornton definitely was though.â
âOi!â Topper protests, his words garbled by half chewed sausage. âSâwasnât that bad. Câmon.â He turns to Rafe then, swallowing his mouthful. âBut seriously, you locked in any potentials?â
Rafe furrows his brow thoughtfully, looking back over Delta Chiâs yard. Unsurprisingly, itâs far too early to say. Though the barbecue that theyâre hosting is a good way for pledges to mingle, it isnât exactly hazing material; theyâre going to have to get creative.
âMaybe,â he replies finally, shrugging. âWeâll just have to see I guess.â
He tips back his red cup again, swallowing the last dregs of beer before acquiescing. As heâs about to announce his need for a refill, a few pledges sidle up to their group, looking hopeful.
Not overtly, of course. Painstakingly hiding their eagerness behind an armour of insouciance.
âRafe,â the tallest of the three greets, handing him another red cup. The golden liquid inside it brims to the surface, its white foam dissolving in mocking. âHey, bro. You need another?â
Rafe raises his eyebrows, hiding a grin. âShit. Table service already?â
The boy grins in tandem, looking a little sheepish. âBig fan, man. Iâm Dylan.â He motions at the two guys on either side of him, wearing matching squints and backwards caps. âThis is Rahul and Xav, weâre all here from Trinity.â
âDurham and Chapel Hill?â Noah enquires, whistling approvingly when they nod. âFuck, we used to love having away games there. Those Trin cheerleadersâŠâ
âHaha, shit, what was that chicâs name again?â Rafe asks then, a pull of mirth as he turns to Noah. âThe one you messed around with in junior year?â
âBlake,â Noah answers, groaning in a mock-wistful sort of way. âThey didnât make âem like her at the Academy.â
Rafe snorts, sending the pledges a sage glance. âNah. They made âem better.â
Noah raises his eyebrows, his brown eyes glinting with amusement. âOh, so we are allowed to objectify your girl then, Cameron?â
âDamn, so youâre tied down?â Xavier pipes up, his voice gravelly and low on purpose. Overtly masculine, like heâs trying hard to be red-blooded. âYour girl doesnât mind you partying?â
Rafe frowns. âWhy would she mind?â
âUh,â Xavier balks, pulling at the bill of his backwards cap, âshit. I donât know⊠like, doesnât she get pissed that youâre constantly around sorority girls?â
âHA ââ Topper laughs, and then he falters, thwarted by Rafeâs warning glower. âUh.â He scratches the back of his neck. âLetâs just say Cameron doesnât give her any reasons to be suspicious.â
âBecause heâs obsessed with her,â Noah adds, unperturbed by Rafeâs expression. He pauses then, an amusing idea popping into his head. âWhich meansâŠâ he continues, returning Rafeâs glare with a trust me one of his own, âyou guys should be too.â
Rafe doesnât trust him. Like, at all. He sends him a bewildered look, unsure where heâs going with this. âWhite â what?â
Noah ignores him. He downs his beer and crushes the red cup in his hand, deftly aiming it at the nearest bag of trash. âSo,â he says, eyeing the three pledges with interest. âHow serious are you guys about rushing Delt?â
âPretty serious, bro,â Rahul answers, looking to his friends for support. âThink we got a shot?â
Noah throws his arm around Rafeâs neck, his strong bicep taut as he shoots them a grin. âDepends, man, I might know how we could figure that out though.â He begins to steer Rafe away from them, sending one last, faux-somber look over his shoulder. âBe right back, yeah?â
Rafe, whose bewilderment is quickly giving way curiosity, allows himself to be marshalled out of earshot without complaints.
He shrugs Noah off of him once theyâre on the verandah, his features ever-bemused as he turns toward him. âThe fuck was that about?â
âBro, I know exactly how weâre going to haze these motherfuckers,â Noah replies, his voice lilted with mirth. âYou know⊠without breaking any rules.â
The bewildered expression on Rafeâs face doesnât acquiesce. âOkay⊠how?â
âInstead of getting them to be our bitches,â he answers, a mischievous grin making home on his features. âWeâre going to get them to be our girlfriendsâ bitches.â
Rafe frowns. âBro. What?â
âCameron, itâs perfect.â He swipes Rafeâs beer from his hand and takes a generous pull. âWhat do frat guys hate more than being called scrawny as fuck?â
âUh. Doing assignments?â Rafe answers blankly, still frowning. He doesnât have it in him to think too hard about Noahâs profferance. Heâs on hour two of manning this boring event, hour four since he bid you farewell, and all Rafe can bear to think about right now is the imminent taste of your peach-scented lips.
Noah shakes his head. âNo, dumbass. Being called a simp.â
âWrong,â Rafe answers, âI donât mind that shit at all.â
âYouâre the exception,â Noah replies matter-of-factly. âYou and Y/N have always been the exception. Câmon, Iâm talking about us,â he places his palm over his breastbone solemnly, âmere mortals.â
Rafe narrows his eyes. âFuck off. How would that even work?â
âWeâŠâ Noah pauses to think, a slightly furrow to his brow, âalright, I got it. We assign the pledges to our girlfriends, one by one. Give them a week to make a good impression â you know, carry their bags, buy them flowers, all that sentimental crap you love.â
âYou really think the guysâll agree to this?â Rafe asks, sounding reluctant. âI mean⊠I donât know if Iâm alright with a bunch of idiots holding doors for my girl.â
âBut youâre an idiot that holds a door for your girl,â Noah answers, not missing a beat.
âFuck off, White.â
âIâm serious. Itâll be funny. And look⊠if youâre worried about Y/N, I know sheâll find it adorable as fuck.â
Rafe shakes his head. âNo way. She didnât find high-school me adorable.â
Noah raises his eyebrows skeptically. âYouâd be surprised, man. Besides, these guys arenât going to be like high-school you. High-school you was a douchebag.â
âA douchebag who got the girl.â
âA douchebag who got the girl after he stopped acting like a douchebag.â Noah smirks then. âA douchebag whoâd give all these fuckers a run for their money if he was pledging Delt this year.â
Rafe grins in tandem, stealing his beer back to take a big swig. âAlright, shit, alright. Harmless shit though, right? Chivalry and all that?â
âHarmless as hell,â Noah agrees. âCâmon. You really think any of these guys has the balls to make a pass at one of our girls?â
âEasy for you to say, White. You donât fucking have a girl.â
Noah frowns. âWhat dâyou mean? Arenât we going halves on Y/N?â
âHoly fuck, Noah,â Rafe groans, almost spitting out his mouthful of beer. âIf Y/N heard the shit you said when she wasnât around, sheâd probably kill you.â
âNah,â Noah replies, seemingly unperturbed. âShe loves me.â
âWell,â Rafe says grimly, crushing his own empty cup in his head. âShe might do now, but she sure as hell wonât by the end of this week.â
â
The first time it happens, youâre understandably perplexed.
Youâre en-route to your 9AM, bag strap denting your left shoulder, when a stranger falls into your step and swipes it from your figure. Itâs a motion so quick and deft you initially think youâre getting mugged.
As you double back in bewilderment, he proffers, âyou alright with this?â
âUh.â You balk. âWhat?â
âYour bag,â he answers, readjusting it on his own shoulder. He seems earnest. Nervous, even. âIt looked heavy. I can carry it to class for you, if you want?â
You allow a pause to take him in.
âNo, IâmâŠâ another pause, more of his demeanour on display. Backwards cap, crisp white polo shirt, smile lines exposing the ghost of a grin on his face. A familiar grin, the kind that pulls a soft, maudlin feeling from your ribcage. âLook, if youâre trying to hit on me ââ
âNo, no,â he interrupts quickly, his eyes widening in a panic. âShit â no, donât tell Cameron Iâm hitting on you. Iâm justâŠâ
âWait a minute,â your eyes narrow accusatorially, because of course heâs behind this chivalrous display, âyou know my boyfriend?â
The stranger grimaces sheepishly. âUh. Yeah.â
âExplain.â
âItâs⊠uh⊠well â basically, Iâm pledging Delt,â he answers haltingly, self effacement juxtaposing his frat boy exterior. âRafeâs asked us to be all gentlemanly and shit for pledge week, I donât know. To you guys, I mean. Like⊠the current frat memberâs girls?â
âOh my god,â you groan. âNo he hasnât.â
âShit.â He looks far more nervous now that he did five minutes ago. âHe didnât tell you?â
âNo,â you grumble, pulling your phone out of your pocket. âNo he did not.â
Rafeâs on speed dial. He picks up on the first ring, the way he always does for you.
âHey baby,â his gravelly timbre crackles through the phone, the low hum of frat house chatter audible in the background. âWhatâs up?â
âDonât even. You know whatâs up Rafael.â
A pause. When Rafe speaks again, his voice is quick and placating. âIt was Noahâs idea.â
âOf course it was.â
âDylanâs not playing up, is he?â
You raise your eyebrows at the stranger then, assessing him faux-suspiciously. âNo way. Heâs doing a better job than you ever did in high school.â
âWoah woah woah,â Rafe replies, a playful lilt to his tone. âThat fuckerâs not calling you dream girl or something, is he?â
âWorse. Heâs being respectful of my boundaries.â
âOh shit. I fucking knew this was a bad idea.â
You shake your head in exasperation, trying not to laugh. The poor strangerâs still standing there at attention, your leather bag looking ridiculous on his arm. âRafe. Tell me heâs the only one.â
âHeâs oneâŠâ Rafe starts slowly, sounding sheepish, âof three. Four, counting me.â In the background, you hear Noah pipe up and add, âfive, Cameron. How could you forget me?â
âYouâre un-fucking-believable, Noah White,â you shout through the phone.
âI love you too, Y/N,â Noah sings, and then he groans, no doubt shoved to the side by his indignant best friend. Itâs Rafe on the phone again, voice sweet and thick as molasses as he says, âtheyâll behave, baby, and make your life easier in the process. I promise.â
âWhat?â You accuse, fighting back a smile. âLike you did in high school?â
âFuck no,â he replies, the grin on his face audible. âTheyâll be nothing like I was, sweetheart.â
âWhat?â You tease. âAbsolutely insufferable?â
âAnd absolutely in love with you.â
You raise your eyebrows. âHow can you be so sure?â
âTheyâre under strict instruction. Have a shiner waiting for them if they pull something funny.â
Another exasperated laugh bubbles out of you, and you begin walking forward again, motioning at the boy named Dylan to follow in your step. âRight. So the boundaries are on purpose, are they?â
âThe respect, too. No being inappropriate and charming at the same time.â
âAnd why not?â You ask faux-indignantly. âWhat if I like being objectified?â
âCanât have you falling in love with them, can I?â
âHey,â you argue, frowning stubbornly. âThat is not what made me fall in love with you.â
âIt isnât?â
âWell,â you balk, ânot solely that.â
âYouâre fucking sexy,â he recites devotedly, almost yells, and you can hear the collective groan of his frat brothers in the background. âAre you wearing those Lululemon pants right now? Point is, Iâm thinking about your ass in those Lululemon pants right now.â
âRafe, I was fucking kidding. Stop.â
âNo you werenât.â You know heâs right; you can picture that stupid smirk on his face. It makes your cheeks warm. Asshole. âYouâre blushing now, arenât you?â
âAnyway.â
âAnyway,â Rafe agrees. âNo funny business, alright? Just lots of good deeds.â
Good deeds. You suppose you could get used to good deeds, the embarrassment of attention notwithstanding.
You let out a defeated sigh, halting in front of your 9AM class. âYou so, so owe me.â
âI so, so love you,â Rafe replies, and it makes your pulse leap; youâll never get used to this feeling. âSee you later, yeah?â
âUh huh. Love you.â
Dylan waits until youâve ended the call before saying farewell, dutifully handing your leather bag back to you and giving you a mock salute. The way he does it, all sheepish and genuine with a charming smile on his face, makes your heart twinge in a junior year of high-school sort of way. Youâre feeling sentimental. Itâs sweet.
Youâre reminded of Rafe before he was yours, stumbling over himself to win your favour. Confusing chivalry with courting, objectifying you in the name of flirting.
Insufferable, but sweet nonetheless. You digress.
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The next time it happens, youâre ambushed at your favourite cafe.
A dutiful Delta Phi pledge has already queued up and purchased you coffee, handing it over to you with a blushing bouquet of tulips.
You raise your eyebrows at him questioningly. âIs thatâŠ?â
âUh, an oat iced coffee with vanilla?â He asks, sounding nervous. âI asked Cameron for your order.â
âDidnât ask me about pastries, though,â a voice behind you adds, rough and familiar with a sweetness around the edges. Rafe circles your waist with ease and pulls you into his chest, sponging a soft kiss to your temple before handing you a brown bag.
A glossy, Daily Bread sticker shines on its exterior proudly.
Your eyes widen in surprise, and you look up at him expectantly. âTell me you didnât drive back home for a single croissant.â
âI didnât drive back home for a single croissant,â Rafe replies. He grins then, looking that same, sheepish genuine that pulls a maudlin feeling. âI drove back home for twenty.â
âRafe. Why?â
âBecause you like Daily Bread,â he replies matter-of-factly, like itâs obvious.
You shake your head in exasperation, tip-toeing up to press a quick kiss to his lips. It becomes less quick against better judgement. He tastes like spearmint gum and cold brew, the hand he has held to your waist tightening ever so slightly. Slipping under your shirt, massaging the soft skin he finds there expertly, discreetly. Too much for 8am on a Wednesday morning, sans coffee. Your face feels on fire. You pull away in a hurry.
Meanwhile, the freshman pledge balks at the exchange, looking out of place.
Rafe frowns bemusedly at your diffidence, only clocking the reason when you nod over at him.
âIâll walk her over Ben,â he says, dismissing him. âYouâre off the hook, bro.â
âShit.â The boy named Ben grimaces; he needs to get his hours in, and doesnât deem this a fair ambush. He scrambles for an excuse. âRight. Can I still give her the flowers?â
âOf course you can,â you beam, accepting them gratefully. You look up at Rafe then, asking, âAnd if I want to walk with Benjamin?â
Rafe grins down at you, disbelieving. âDo you, baby?â
âAs a matter of fact, yes,â you say, wriggling out of his grasp. âHe got me flowers.â
Rafe falters, his eyes widening in surprise. âSweetheart, I got you a croissant.â
âBen got me a coffee,â you hedge. âAnd flowers.â
âY/N,â he placates.
âRafael,â you echo, unperturbed by his exasperation. You take a sip your coffee. âIâll see you later, okay? Benâs ticking off a good deed this morning.â
Poor Ben looks helpless, taking the brunt of Rafeâs glare as you motion for him to hold the door for you.
âCâmon Ben, weâre going to be late.â
âButâŠâ Ben pauses, his eyes flitting to Rafe nervously. âThis is fine, right?â
Rafe sighs, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth in defeat. âYeah, bro. Youâre good.â He looks to you, then. âYouâre unbelievable.â
You smile sweetly. âIâm wearing the Lulu leggings.â
âOh I noticed,â Rafe replies, his blue eyes falling down your figure in slow, reverent paces. âItâs why I want to be the one holding the door for you.â
You roll your eyes. âMen only want one thing.â
Rafe grins. âYeah. You.â
â
By the end of the week, youâre more used to the chivalry than youâre willing to admit.
Youâve enjoyed free iced lattes and filled your dorm with gorgeous bouquets, no door left unopened and no walk to class left unescorted. And really, every pledge youâve come across has been pleasant and unassuming, albeit absolutely terrified of Rafe and therefore extra obliging on instinct.
Theyâve even offered to do favours for you, got you into sought after Pilates classes and done last minute grocery runs on your behalf. Itâs put you in this constant state of mild exasperation, like you canât believe youâre worthy of this much love and chivalry.
Itâs exactly the way you felt back in high-school with Rafe, and this revelation pulls lots of funny feelings from your stomach, from your chest. Feelings youâve forgotten that are all yours and all his. Because itâs strange, having someone other than Rafe taking care of you. (Or Noah.) Itâs strange because it makes you realise just how much he adored you back in the day.
These emotions come to a head at the pledge week closing bash, Delta Phi lit up with fluorescent lights in technicolour. Inebriation ensues, beer pong follows, and an impromptu DJ deck plays endless songs with heavy bass.
Rafe Cameron has you pulled close, as always, the taut muscle of his forearm pressing heat to your exposed waist. Youâre a few drinks down and hyperaware of his proximity, ankles touching, thighs too, torsos close with your head resting on his shoulder.
âI think I like Dylan the best,â you announce suddenly.
âYeah?â Rafe asks, kneading your skin absentmindedly.
You nod. âHeâs sweet. Told me all about his girl back home.â
Rafe grins then, shaking his head bemusedly. âYouâre such a sucker for love, sweetheart.â
âHey!â You glare up at him faux-incensed, looking accusatory. âSo are you!â
âShhhh,â Rafe murmurs playfully. âNot so loud, youâll fuck up my street cred.â
You scoff. âSince when do you care about street cred?â
âShit, youâre right,â Rafe agrees easily, leaning down to draw your lips in for a kiss. Heâs all patchouli and musk, beer on his tongue and unchaste intentions in his touch. When he pulls away, his lips are still an inch from yours, his voice rougher than it was a second ago, âI donât care. Like, at fucking all.â
âGood,â Noah snorts from behind him. ââCause you never had any to begin with, bro.â
âThere you are,â you say then, eyeing Noah over Rafeâs shoulder. Thereâs a mock accusatory expression on your face, softened by mirth and the alcohol on your lips. âHave you been hiding from me, White?â
Noah grins sheepishly, taking a pull of his beer. âMaybe.â
You narrow your eyes. âTell me. When did you become worse than Rafael?â
âI didnât become worse!â Noah insists. âHe just became better. You know, after he got the girl.â
You make a face. âSmooth.â
âHey,â Noah raises his arms in surrender, looking faux-somber, âsomeoneâs gotta teach the next generation, donât they? Iâm committed to their education.â He raises his eyebrows then, a mischievous glint in his eye. âCâmon, donât act like you didnât love it.â
Rafe grins. âShe totally fucking loved it.â
You aim a glare at the pair of them, failing miserably at hiding your amusement. âSo maybe I didnât mind it. Sue me.â
âOf course you loved it,â Noah says, throwing his arm around you and pulling you into his side. âYou love Cameron, donât you?â
You narrow your eyes. âOpinions vary.â
âYou love me?â Noah tries.
âYou fucking wish.â
âEveryone fucking wishes,â Rafe says then, throwing his arm around you too, your figure wedged between the pair of them. Frat boy sandwich, you think tiredly. If high-school you could see you now, youâre pretty sure sheâd have an aneurysm. âEspecially when youâre in Lululemon.â
âRafe.â
âIâm kidding. Not really. They all love you, you know that, yeah?â
You look up at him questioningly. âThe pledges?â
âUh huh,â Rafe replies, raising his eyebrows at you. âThis is what I was afraid of, you know.â
âWhat?â You ask, lifting yours in tandem.
âEveryone falling in love with you, like I did in high school.â
You scrunch up your nose at him, your cheeks warming in diffidence. âNo oneâs fallen in love with me, donât be silly.â
âI have,â Noah pipes up unhelpfully.
âShut up, Noah. I saw you talking to Georgia just before.â
Noah grins, pulling away and offering you a mock salute. âGuilty as charged.â He turns to survey the crowd, spotting her figure on the fairy-light lit porch. âSpeaking ofâŠâ
And heâs gone before youâre able to tease him any further, leaving Rafe to guide you out of his side and into his chest. You wrap your arms around his neck, his hands exerting a warm, steady pressure into the curve of your waist.
âAs I was saying,â you continue, frowning up at him playfully. âNo oneâs fallen in love with me.â
Rafeâs unconvinced. His gaze skates down your figure again, a tortured groan falling from his throat. âHave you seen you, sweetheart?â
You roll your eyes, face hot and self conscious. âAnd even if they have,â you add, âit doesnât matter.â
Rafe raises his eyebrows. âIt doesnât?â
âNo way. Because Iâm in love with you, not any of them.â
Rafe grins then, a devastatingly handsome look on his face. âIâll never get used to hearing that.â
âIâll never get used to saying it.â
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