#wish I had tried to make it look more like he is sitting on the dress

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I WANNA BE YOUR ENDGAME – Chapter 10

🏒❤️ A Hockey Romance feat. modern!Sukuna

Pairing: HockeyPlayer!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: College AU, Hockey AU, fluff + smut Playlist: I wanna be your Endgame Word Count: 4k Warnings: 18+, smut, cigarettes, alcohol. Fuckbuddies to lovers. Reader is a creative writing student. Sukuna is an ice hockey player + history student. This story will have approximately 14 chapters. Minors don't interact. Header by me. Divider @/benkeibear

MASTERLIST

SUKUNA'S POV

He doesn't know how he got into this mess.

Sukuna was never the type to develop feelings. All he ever knew was casual sex. Just a little meaningless fun with no strings attached. Hell, he always thought he was somehow the broken twin who wasn't even capable of falling in love!

But look at him now. He is lying in his bed, wide awake in the middle of the night, staring restlessly at his ceiling because he can't stop thinking about a certain someone. You were here a few hours ago, and Sukuna's pillow still smells like your perfume, and it's driving him fucking insane! He wishes you were still here in his bed, in his arms, your naked skin pressed against his, your fingers tracing his tattoos while you joke around with him and occasionally steal a kiss.

Fuck, he wishes you stayed the whole night again, and he could wake up with you snuggled tightly against him as if his arms are your favorite place in the world.

Sukuna likes it when you spend the whole night and stay for breakfast. It's something he feels he wouldn't mind at all if it happened every night. It's a thought that is so ridiculous that it makes him laugh a low, humorless laugh.

Itadori Sukuna always had his rules. Never get attached. Never stay the night. Never let someone get too close.

But he broke all of those rules for you.

He wants to have you here. All the time. He wants to hold you every night, wants to roll onto his side behind you, and wrap your smaller body in his big, warm embrace. He wants to wake up to your soft, sleepy smile. He wants to have sleepy, lazy morning sex with you that ends in both of you laughing and joking around, making him feel alive even before he has his first cup of coffee and his morning run. He wants to make pancakes for you and walk to class with you, maybe hold your hand while doing so.

Sukuna groans and sits up in his bed, the ruffled sheets pooling around his hips as he runs a shaky hand through his messy hair.

"What did you do to me, princess?"

He asks the empty room, huffing as he rubs his face. It's so ironic what is happening to him. Sukuna has the reputation of being a fuckboy and a heartless asshole who ends things the moment his little fling tries to stake a claim on him. The campus bad boy who only does one-night stands and casual, meaningless sex. The guy who broke so many hearts that he knows there are whole hate groups dedicated to him on Instagram and Facebook.

And now he is the one losing his sleep over someone. Now, he is the one yearning. And his fucking reputation is making things even more complicated because, seriously, how can he expect you to give him your heart when he is known for being such an asshole?

A grim laugh escapes his lips. It's no use lying here and trying to fall asleep with all that on his mind. Sukuna gets up and walks over to his window only in his boxer briefs, not bothering to put on any other clothes, even as he yanks open the window and the chill night air hits his naked chest.

Sukuna hums softly as he sits on the window sill and lights a cigarette, shielding it from the wind in the palm of his large hand. He takes a deep drag, letting his head fall back as his eyes close and the nicotine fills his senses. He exhales slowly, opening his eyes to watch the cigarette smoke vanishing in the cold air blowing in from the street.

Sukuna's gaze lands on his desk and the stack of history books he borrowed from the library. He sighs and grabs the one on the top of the stack, flipping it open, his eyes scanning the page, hoping to distract himself with the descriptions of some Heian-era rituals. A topic that usually manages to keep Sukuna's undivided attention for hours.

But tonight, the words he reads don't register in his brain. Sukuna's mind strays to the smell of your perfume and your beautiful loud laugh, the way you looked at him earlier when he was on top of you and fucked you slowly, your eyes so full of something he couldn't put into words, but it made him feel all strange and almost flustered, and he had to look away, and instead lean down to kiss you with deep tongue kisses to make you stop looking at him like that as if you could see right into his soul.

"Shit."

Sukuna closes the book and stares at the dark street below his window.

He is such a fool.

The thing is, Sukuna really tried to suppress his feelings for you. He distracted himself with hockey, going to the gym even more often than usual, and lifting weights even more aggressively. Hell, he voluntarily agreed to binge-watch trashy horror movies with his brother just so his mind would shut up about you.

And when all of that didn't work, Sukuna told himself he would just fuck someone else to cure himself of those strange ideas that were filling his mind. He went to one of the many parties he always gets invited to, looking for a casual hookup. But he couldn't do it. Even just talking to another girl, one of many who wanted to join the long list of Sukuna's puck bunnies, felt wrong. Seeing her smile at him and flirt with him, so desperate for his dick, made the hairs on his arms stand up in alarm. And when she had the audacity to try sitting on Sukuna's lap, he had practically bolted from his seat and left the party in a hurry without looking back.

He had grabbed a bottle of vodka on his way out and drank way too much of it while he was sitting alone in his room, feeling like the world's biggest asshole (and for once, he wasn't proud of it) just for contemplating fucking someone else. It made him feel dirty. Like a cheater! Even though he wasn't even in a relationship with you, and nothing had happened between him and that random girl.

Sukuna had known right then that he was utterly and completely fucked.

Itadori Sukuna, fuckboy extraordinaire, was no longer interested in casual sex with various partners. He wanted to put his dick only into one person. He didn't want any one-night stands or casual flings anymore because fuck it, none of them were you. He didn't want to touch anyone else or let them touch him! It felt wrong even thinking about it!

And that's where he is now. In love for the first time in his life, scared out of his mind, and absolutely at a loss at what to do about it.

This is new territory to Sukuna. He knows sex, but he doesn't know this! Sure yeah, he wants to fuck you 24/7, wants to fuck you so good the only thing you remember is his name and nothing else, but it's not just that. Sukuna wants to spend time with you outside of having sex.

He wants to sit in the library with you on your little study dates as he has begun to refer to them in his mind. He wants you to visit him in his dorm not just to fuck, but to sit on his kitchen counter and chat with him while Sukuna cooks for you. He wants to meet up with you for coffee at midnight, tell you about hockey tactics, and listen to you tell him about the current story you are writing, hoping that when you write a love story, you think about him.

He wants to see you at all his games, dedicating his goals to you and getting his good luck kiss the night before each game. He wants to see the worry in your eyes when he gets slammed into the boards, wants you to kiss his bruises and dote on him afterward.

All those things make Sukuna feel so strangely warm, even in the most chilly hockey arena. Even lying in bed with you snuggled into his side and watching hockey videos with you on his phone is something that makes him feel happier than he ever remembered being.

It's a mess. He is a mess! Sukuna, who is usually so in control and smart about everything, suddenly feels like the biggest fool because this is something he is completely unfamiliar with. It's terrifying!

All his life, Sukuna was quite literally the King of the Ice. Unfeeling, cold-hearted, not interested. He didn't let anyone in. Always wore his cocky smirk and arrogant attitude like a shield. But then you came along.

And ever since you sneaked your way into his life, Sukuna catches himself, letting his mask slip when he is with you. He catches himself smiling at you instead of his typical smirk. He catches himself laughing genuinely with you, unrestrained and free. He lets you come to his room and stay there as if you belong there. And he hopes you want to belong there. In his room, in his bed, in his arms. He hopes you want to be his just as badly as he is yours.

He doesn't know what got into him when he told you about his past. That's another of Sukuna's rules: He never talks about his past! He doesn't think anyone deserves to know the real Sukuna. They can have this version of him he wants them to see. The rough, bad boy, the star athlete, the fuckboy the arrogant asshole.

But somehow, you make him spill things he has never said out loud before. Hell, Sukuna even catches himself telling you stuff he never even said to his twin brother! His own flesh and blood!

You changed him, and it makes him feel naked like never before. Stripped of his carefully applied mask. Vulnerable.

But as scary as that is, it also feels strangely good. Sukuna feels comfortable with you. It's such a new experience. He can just be himself, and you like him anyway. He suspects you could already see through his mask even before he got careless and let it slip. You seem to be able to read him like one of your books. Sukuna prides himself on his analyzing skills, but he thinks you are really good at those things, too. At least when it comes to him. You never let him push you away with all the stupid shit he says. You seem to find him funny, laughing loudly about his dry humor and arrogant remarks.

You are so close to him. You are his friend. And yes, that's a big fucking deal!

For as long as Sukuna can remember, he has never made friends. His grandpa always told him and Yuuji to go outside and play with the other kids. "It's important to make friends. Look at me. I am old and lonely, and when I die, I am sure only you two brats will be at my funeral. Don't end up like me!"

But Sukuna, who had always been smart, strong, charismatic, and good at anything he started, found that he had failed at that one thing. He didn't know how to make friends. He had just bullied the other kids and pushed them off the slide or threatened to beat them up if they didn't give him the soccer stickers he was collecting. He had always known how to make people fear him, admire him, or a mix of both. But he had never made a friend. His only friend has always been his brother.

But you? You are his friend, and it blows Sukuna's mind.

It blows his mind how you sneaked your way into his life and into his heart. And now everything feels different. He feels different.

Being Itadori Sukuna used to be lonely. Yes, he is the star player of the ice hockey team and, therefore, one of the most popular guys on campus. But those are just superficial connections. None of those people know him for real. But it's not like Sukuna ever cared. He didn't mind being alone. He didn't like most people anyway! He didn't need anyone besides his brother!

But now? He likes you. And he likes spending time with you. He wants you in his life. He feels so much lighter when you are with him. He misses you when he hasn't seen you for half a day! It scares him how much he needs you.

"Ah, fuck!"

Sukuna groans and throws the thick book across his room, not feeling better, though, when it hits the wall with a loud thud and falls to the floor, where it lands next to his hockey bag. Sukuna stares unseeingly at it as he takes another deep drag from his cigarette.

He is fucking scared. Sukuna, who is never scared of anything. Sukuna, who looks every rival fearlessly in the eyes before he takes them down. But this... this thing with you...these feelings he suddenly feels. This is scary.

Why do people act as if love is easy? It fucking isn't! It means someone has power over you. Power to hurt you. Power to utterly destroy you.

Fuck. Sukuna never thought it would come to this, but he is beginning to regret his life choices. Because Sukuna knows his reputation, and he knows you know it, too. And the whole fuckbuddies thing he asked you to do is just more proof of the kind of guy he is. Why would you be willing to give your heart to someone like him?

He is about to spiral more when the door suddenly gets pushed open, and Yuuji stands in the doorway,

"What the fuck was that noise? Did you throw something?"

Sukuna huffs, flicking the cigarette butt out of his window as he jerks his chin challengingly towards his brother,

"Why are you even still awake, brat?"

Yuuji shrugs,

"I was re-watching Human Earthworm. But this is not about me! What's up with you? Why are you throwing your precious history books?"

The way Yuuji says it is what gets to Sukuna. The worry in his twin brother's voice. His wide honey-colored eyes trail searchingly over Sukuna, trying to find out what bothers him, trying to help him.

And suddenly, Sukuna doesn't care about keeping up appearances anymore. Fuck it, this is his twin. This is the brat who has been attached to his hip since they were born three minutes apart. The only person who ever saw Sukuna cry, when they were seven, and Yuuji had chickenpox, and Sukuna was convinced he would die, and it scared him so much that he sobbed like an idiot at his brother's bedside.

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, looking away from his twin and out over the nightly street as he murmurs,

"I like her."

Yuuji makes a "Ha!" sound that sounds way too triumphant and then adds,

"Yeah, I know."

Sukuna's head whirls around, and he stares at his twin incredulously. But Yuuji just rolls his eyes and shrugs,

"Come on! It's obvious! I see how much time you spend with her and how you smile when she is with you! You let her sleep in your bed and invite her over for dinner! It's so cute how you act around her!"

"Shut up, brat! It's not..."

Sukuna doesn't get any further because Yuuji interrupts him, grinning broadly at him,

"You are both so cute! To me, it's like you already are boyfriend and girlfriend!"

And Sukuna's half-hearted denial gets stuck in his throat. He stares wide-eyed at his twin. Just hearing his brother say those words sends a surge of adrenaline through Sukuna. The same feeling that fills his veins before every game. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Fuck. It should sound scary, but it doesn't. It sounds good. It sounds like everything he wants.

Sukuna sighs, hiding his face in his large hands and rubbing it desperately.

"I don't know what to do. I don't want to fuck this up."

"You won't fuck it up, man. She likes you too, I am sure! Just tell her how you feel."

Sukuna says nothing but just huffs softly and stares unseeingly at the wall behind his brother. Yuuji makes it sound so easy. As if it isn't a huge deal. As if this isn't the first time that Sukuna has felt anything like this. He clicks his tongue, and his hands automatically grab his cigarette pack again. Long fingers with black painted nails pull out another cigarette, which he brings to his lips with shaky hands.

Sukuna lights it and takes a deep drag, waiting for the nicotine to fill his veins before he sends his twin a glare and rolls his eyes in annoyance,

"Just tell her how I feel? Tsk. Do you have any other super smartass advice, brat?"

Yuuji makes an incredulous noise, about to complain, but Sukuna stops him by sighing and then adding softly, without looking at Yuuji,

"What if she doesn't want me like that? Or what if I fuck everything up? It's not like I am boyfriend material. The whole campus knows that. With my reputation, it would be no wonder if she runs."

"Oh, shut up, idiot."

Sukuna hears the shuffling of feet and then confident footsteps so very similar to his own before he feels his twin brother's body push against him, joining Sukuna on the windowsill. Yuuji bumps against Sukuna's leg and reaches out to ruffle Sukuna's hair, reversing their roles for once.

"Look at me, Kuna."

Sukuna makes an annoyed noise in the back of his throat, but he sighs and turns to look at his brother, the hand holding the cigarette pressed lightly against his forehead.

Yuuji looks at him with that infuriatingly compassionate look in his honey-colored eyes, always treating Sukuna with so much kindness and genuine affection, whether he deserves it or not. Even Yuuji's voice is soft and gentle, understanding, when he tells Sukuna,

"You won't fuck it up. I know you are scared you will break her heart because that's all you ever did to girls. But it won't happen this time, Kuna. I know it. I know you. She is too important to you. And as tough as you like to act, you have a soft spot for the ones you love. Even if we are very few people. But if someone manages to break through your defense and find a way into your heart when you would do anything for that person. And she definitely broke through your defense."

Yuuji laughs good-naturedly and pokes Sukuna's chest with his index finger while he adds,

"It doesn't matter what you did before she came into your life. It doesn't matter that you used to think you would never fall in love. You changed. You have found your person. And that's all that matters. Not your past or what you used to think about relationships. All that matters is what you'll do from now on. And come on, my big brother is always the best at everything he does! So I know you will be an amazing boyfriend if you let yourself walk that path."

There's a lump in Sukuna's throat all of a sudden, and he gulps hard, feeling lightheaded somehow at hearing Yuuji say all those things. Sukuna does the only thing he knows to do in that situation and pats Yuuji's finger away, acting annoyed, even though he feels like he is overflowing with gratefulness for having such a good little brother.

Yuuji chuckles softly, patting Sukuna's hand away, too. His lips lift in a mischievous grin, a grin that is far too similar to the one Sukuna sees in the mirror. Sukuna steels himself for trouble right when Yuuji opens his mouth and adds in a sly tone,

"And if everything I just said wasn't enough to convince you, ask yourself how would you feel if she graduated and moved away and lived a life without you? How would you feel about that? Or if she starts dating another guy right in front of your eyes because you never told her how you feel, and she thinks you don't like her that way? How would that make you feel?"

And suddenly, blood is rushing in Sukuna's ears, and a vein is throbbing in his temple as he stares at his twin. Now that was a fucking eye-opener!

When that Gojo brat tried to hit on you, Sukuna saw red like never before in his life. The thought of seeing you with Gojo or any other guy makes him feel sick to his stomach. He doesn't want to lose you. He could never get over it if you dated someone else because Sukuna was too much of a coward to tell you he likes you.

You're his girl, and Sukuna is your boy, and anything else sounds like a cruel joke! And he realizes right fucking now that it's in his hands! The only way to make you hopefully stay with him is to be honest with you.

And yeah, that is a fucking scary thought. Opening up about his feelings, baring his heart to you on a silver platter, sounds like the scariest thing Sukuna ever did. But the thought of seeing you walk away because Sukuna wasn't man enough to tell you how he feels is scarier than walking up to you and dropping his mask and confessing how he feels.

Sukuna reaches out to clap his brother's broad shoulder appreciatively, wordlessly thanking him for the much-needed pep talk and advice.

He knows what he has to do now. Fuck it! He is Sukuna! He is the fucking King of the Ice! He is someone who laughs fear in the face and wrestles it to the ground, and works his ass off to get what he wants, no matter how big the challenge is!

He won't act like a scared little boy anymore! He will tell you how he feels!

"Hey, princess."

Sukuna walks up to you, where you are grabbing some books from your locker, looking far too pretty and sexy in the leggings and oversized sweatshirt you are wearing. You jump slightly at hearing his voice behind you. It's so fucking cute.

You turn around as Sukuna stops in front of you, looking up at him with big eyes and a little grin as you greet him.

Sukuna smirks at you as he reaches out to ruffle your hair, a move that always earns him the cutest little squeal from you and a half-joking, half-annoyed roll of your pretty eyes as you pat his hand away. But as always, you cannot stop the happy smile from spreading over your face. The smile that always makes Sukuna's heart feel a lot warmer.

He is so smitten it's embarrassing. But judging by the way you giggle and wrap your small hand around Sukuna's biceps, leaning closer so your face and tits press lightly against his arm while you smile up at him, Sukuna can easily pretend that you feel the same way about him.

Well, he will find out if he is right soon, won't he?

He walks you to your creative writing classroom, carrying your books for you while inwardly giving himself a pep talk, the same one he gives himself before every hockey game. You can do it! You will get anything you want! You will reach your goal. You are the fucking King of the Ice, man!

Sukuna stops in front of your creative writing classroom handing you your stack of books, his lips lifted in a lopsided grin as he cocks his head, silently applauding himself for how casual he manages to act even while his pulse is fluttering nervously and his muscles are all tensed up from how scared he is to fuck this up. But his voice comes out in his usual lazy drawl when he tells you,

"We have to work on your ice skating skills. Meet me at the arena tonight at ten."

You hug the books to your chest, tilting your head and blinking up at Sukuna with a little confused frown on your pretty face that he would love to kiss away right this fucking second.

"At ten? But is it even still open that late?"

"Let that be my problem, princess. So, are you coming?"

Sukuna shoves his hands into the pockets of his black jeans, one eyebrow raised expectantly as he grins at you. If you say no, he will literally start pouting and use every ounce of charm he has in himself until you say yes.

But he doesn't have to worry. You laugh softly and nod,

"Of course, I'll be there."

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 😭💗💗 I had the time of my life writing this chapter from Sukuna's POV!! It always hits me right in the feels when I do that because it makes me feel so close to him.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter and all the things that flow through Sukuna's mind. If you haven't already done it, please listen to "Novocaine" by The Band Camino because it describes Sukuna's turmoil perfectly. While working on this chapter, I listened to it on repeat, and also "Tequila" by Dan + Shay, because it also describes this YEARNING, I think. Oh god, I am so in love with him, it's not even funny anymore 😭😭

Sighhhhh, he really likes us, hm? 😵😍

In the next chapter, Reader will meet Sukuna at the ice hockey arena, but it's a bit more than just the private ice skating lesson that she expects.

Thank you so much for all the love you give this AU! It means the world to me and makes me so happy! I wish you all a Happy New Year! 💗💗

Reblogs and comments would be very sweet.

[dpspcehntr]

I love all your writings on LADs!! I somehow imagine all the Lads having dick piercings (tongue piercing is even better) for some reason. It would be a great if you write it but it’s totally up to you!!

I hope you are having a great day today 🫧🌊🎧🕯️

Firstly, thank you so much 😭😭! I’m always worried my writing isn’t good so thank you so much! Secondly, your mind is a beautiful place to think of this and I’ll gladly give this a go! (Had to do a quick google search and I didn't know there were so many! I'm shocked!)

Warning: genital piercings, tongue piercing, smut, p in v, oral (f and m receiving), handjob

My ask box is open! Send me your NSFW head cannons/thoughts/confessions about the LADS main 4! I might even write some of them up!

Zayne

"I don't see what the issue is but yes I do in fact have one. It was during my more "adventurous" early 20s. Do you wish to see it?"

Zayne sat in the chair in front of you as you sat on the edge of his desk. His head resting on your thigh as you absentmindedly play with his hair. It was his down time during his night shift and he asked you to stop by to keep him company.

"I thought I knew everything about you. Of course I want to see it."

He blushes a deep shade of pink and clears his throat. He pushes his chair back and stands up. He's slow to take off his belt, hoping you'll say you're just joking but you stay silent as he finally takes himself out his boxers. You eyes instantly zone in on the pretty piercing on the head and reach out to touch it. He turns his head as you take in in your hand. Your touch is enough for him to blow his load but he tries his best to hold his composer.

"It's pretty. Does it have any sexual benefits?'

You muse as you pump him faster in your hands, his composer faltering. Without making eye contact he turns back toward you.

"I d-don't know. Maybe we can try it out."

He takes your hand away from him and pulls you into a kiss.

Xavier

Your clit throbs with over stimulation as he finally sits back up after being between your legs for what felt like hours. Edging you all night with his tongue and the piercing in it. Your legs shake slightly as he leans into you for another kiss. You swirl your tongue in his mouth, tasting yourself on him and moaning loudly into him.

"Just a little bit more, okay. I promise you'll get what you want."

He whispers into your lips as you tighten your grip on him. You feel him line himself up with your dripping entrance and slowly push in. The piercing on the head rubbing your walls deliciously as you clench down further on him. He groans into your mouth as he pushes further in.

"Just a little more, you're doing so well for me."

He bottoms out with a groan as you release onto him. The feeling overwhelming as he continues to thrust in and out of you, prolonging your orgasm. You thanked the powers at be he kept the piercing as your next orgasm begins to build up within you.

Rafayel

"Why did you get it?"

He looks over at you from his painting with a blush.

"It was a dare from a friend of mine in art school and uh well I let my ego win. Though I don't regret it, it makes things more fun."

You cross the room to stand right behind him. You wrap your arms around his waist and lean your head in the crook of his neck.

"Can I see it?"

Your hands slide lower and lower on his body as he tries his best to ignore you and finish his painting. It doesn't work, your hand is already sitting at the top of his pants waiting to slide into his underwear.

"Shit. Gimme a sec."

He sets the paintbrush down and unbuckles his pants. You slide your hand into his underwear and slowly rub him off, paying special attention to the piercing on the head. Soon enough you find yourself on the floor of his studio with him panting over you holding himself at your entrance. Feeling the ball of the piercing hitting your g spot sends a wave of unexpected pleasure over you. He lets out a satisfied grunt as you clench down on him just a bit more. You could get used to this.

Sylus

“Well I usually take them out before you get here, but I was in a bit of a rush today, kitten.”

You look down at the piercing on the head with curiosity as you finish taking him out of his boxers. Your mouth salivates at the idea of having it in your mouth and eagerly take in in your mouth. A hiss slips past his lips as he cards his fingers through your hair. The feeling of the piercing in your mouth and his own noise makes your head spin with desire. Your underwear already wet with your slick as you take him deeper into your mouth. The fingers in his hair tighten just slightly and you're seeing stars. You moan around him as you cum untouched, ruining your underwear and leaving a wet spot on your pants. You shiver as he pulls himself out of your mouth and gives you a look.

"Did you make a mess, sweetie?"

You can only nod as he places a hand under your chin to look up at him. He looked absolutely ravished and all you wanted was to make him cum.

"It's only fair that I clean it up. Turn around."

[cressidagrey]

Such A Mystery - Part 5

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Colette Leclerc (Original Character)

Summary:

Max Verstappen fell in love at the ripe old age of 12 and never looked back.

Colette Leclerc really regrets posting that particular Taylor Swift Lyric to her private Instagram account, because it made George Russell go insane.  

The rest of the world has absolutely no idea that the Dutch Lion and Charles Leclerc’s twin sister have been a couple for 15 years and are expecting a baby. 

Warnings: 

Pregnancy, Mention of multiple miscarriages, Pregnancy complications, George Russell Bashing (he's probably really nice in real life but in this, he's the bad guy, sorry), Jos Verstappen

Author Notes: Huge thanks to @llirawolf for holding my hand through this. Currently thinking this will have like 5-7 parts? (That was a nice fever dream. I am now thinking maybe 8-9?)

Max didn‘t wait until he was back at the hotel to call Colette. He was attached to his phone as soon as he got done with that horrible press conference. 

He really didn‘t care what anybody else had to say about that. As soon as he could, he called Colette.

It wasn‘t Colette that picked up though, it was Pascale, her mother.

"Max," she greeted him.

Max was surprised to hear Pascale's voice on the other end of the line. He had been expecting to hear Colette's voice, and hearing her mother instead sent a jolt of anxiety through him.

"How is she doing?" He asked. He didn't need to say more. Pascale understood.

"She's...she's not doing well," Pascale said wearily. He could hear the exhaustion in her voice. "She's been crying almost non-stop since the news broke."

Max closed his eyes, his heart clenching painfully at the news. The thought of Colette crying, of her being so upset and distressed...it was unbearable.

"Can I talk to her?" he asked, desperately needing to hear her voice.

He needed to hear that she was okay, that she was holding up. He needed to know that she was coping.

Somehow. 

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Max held his breath as he waited for Pascale to respond. He could hear muffled voices in the background, and he knew that Pascale was likely talking to Colette.

"Maxie?"

Colette had cried. That was clearly obvious in her voice, how hoarse it was...how even these two syllable seemed to take so much effort from her, her voice hitching. He could hear her shaky breathing over the phone, clearly her trying to get a grip on herself and not worry him even more.

But that had become impossible the moment George Russell had decided to get completely bananas.

"Hey, liefje," he said softly. "How are you doing?"

Colette's voice caught on a sob, and Max's heart ached at the raw emotion in it. He could practically picture her, sitting in their living room, tears streaming down her face as she tried to hold it together.

"I'm...I'm not okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Max's heart clenched in his chest, and he desperately wished he was there with her. He wanted to hold her, to comfort her. But he could only listen.

"What can I do?" he asked, his voice thick with emotions. "How can I help you?"

He needed to do something, anything to ease her pain and make her feel better. "Do you want me to come home?" He asked her. "I'll do it, liefje. Say the word."

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. He could hear Colette breathing heavily, clearly trying to compose herself.

"No," she finally said, her voice sounding a bit more steady. "No, please don't. You have a race tomorrow. You need to focus."

Max's heart squeezed at her words. He wanted nothing more than to hop on the next plane back to Monaco and be with her. But he knew she was right. He couldn't just abandon his team and the race like that. "If you change your mind..." he trailed off.

"No, we are not doing that," Colette said shakily. "Your races are yours, and I'll be waiting once you come home."

"You are more important than any race ever could be," he disagreed sharply. More important than anything else to him. He loved her so much. "I want you to know that."

He needed her to know that. 

She had always been a pillar of support to him. Had never questioned how much of his time his career demanded. Had never once thrown it at his head in an accusatory way. She had always accepted it. Had supported him every step of the way, from his first practice in a Formula 1 car, through his first point finish, his first race win, four championships…

She had always supported him. 

But no race win…no trophy, no world champion title was ever going to be as important to him as Colette. 

He would happily give all of that up, if it meant that he got to come home to her. 

He heard her exhale shakily.  "I do know that," Colette said softly. "I know that. But...But even if you were here, you couldn't do anything but hold me. Everybody is..." she trailed off and he could hear another hitch in her breath. "Did you...Did you see what Arthur did?" She asked him, and he could hear the tears in her voice.

"I did, liefje," he agreed softly. "He shouldn't have done that without talking to you first."

"Or to you. This is your life too," Colette disagreed.

"Colette," he said carefully. "I don't care that the public knows. You were the one that wanted to keep this private, which was completely alright with me. I agreed to that. It didn't bother me, liefje. But I wouldn't have cared if it was public knowledge either. I am only upset with Arthur because he upset you."

Colette didn't answer. He could picture her sitting on their bed, cross legged, one hand resting on her baby bump…she took deep breaths, clearly trying to keep her tears at bay.

"I just...I feel so stupid," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. "I feel so stupid...I shouldn't be so upset by this. But I am and I..." her voice trailed off.

"Hey," he interrupted gently. "You are allowed to be upset, liefje. You are allowed to feel however you feel," he reminded her carefully.​​

There was a knock at the door and he looked up to see Gemma stick her head into the driver’s room, a grimace on her face. "Can it wait?" He demanded from her, not caring at all, that he was being rude.

"No, it can't. George Russell had some more stuff to say," Gemma said hesitantly.

Colette must have heard it, because he got to hear another choked off sob from her.

"Liefje," he said softly. "I want you to let me deal with this, alright? Don't look online. Don't search it out. Just ignore it. Your only job right now is to take care of you and our baby," he told her fiercely. "Let us take care of the rest."

Colette let out another shaky breath on the other end of the line. He could hear her trying to compose herself, trying to push the sobs back.

Finally, she said quietly, "Okay," in a small, meek voice, and he hated how defeated she sounded.

"Go cuddle with the cats," he told her softly. "Let your Mom spoil you."

"M…Maman’s making hot cocoa," Colette offered weakly, and he could hear the smile in her voice.

It was faint, but it was there. And that was all he could hope for right now."I am jealous," he teased her lightly.

"I'd save you some, but it's too good to share," she teased back before her voice caught on another sob, and he knew that this was it. This was the end of her being able to converse with him.

"Hey," he said gently. "I love you. So much."

"I love you too," Colette whispered in a broken voice. "So much."

Max hated that he couldn't be there, he hated that he had to hang up. He just wanted to hold her, to remind her that everything was alright.

"I want you to do something for me," he told her in a firm voice. "I want you to take a bath. And a long one," he told her. "One of the nice lavender scented bubble bath, I always make fun of you about. And I want you to eat dinner. And I want you to watch some of those stupid tv shows you love, and for you to relax. And rest. Can you do that?"

"I...I'll try," Colette said weakly over the line. He could hear her crying getting slightly worse again, the realization that they were ending the call obviously hitting her.

"And then you will take the best nap. And cuddle with our cats," he continued. "Alright? You'll do all that for me?"

"Yes," she answered him, her voice breaking on that one word.

Max closed his eyes, his heart hurting as he took a deep breath. "I am going to hang up now. I'm sorry, love."

"I know," she whispered, and he could hear the desperation in her voice. The need to keep the phone line between them open. But he knew that she was tired and he knew that she was distraught. And he knew that she needed rest. He needed to let her go.

"I love you," he said fiercely. "I love you so damn much, liefje. I'll talk to you as soon as I can."

"I-I love you," Colette managed back, before her voice broke on a sob again. "More than anything. Please...be careful tomorrow, okay? Be careful."

"I will," he promised her. "I swear, I will be careful. I'll come home to you in one piece, okay? I promise."

"You better," she told him in a wobbly voice. It was half pleading, half joking, and it just about crushed him.

"I swear. I'll try my damn hardest," he promised her. "And when I get home? I promise I will hold you for hours. I won't let you go, liefje."

He hung up on her then. And then he turned to Gemma. "What could Russell possibly have said that I should care about it right now?"

"How about that you have spent the last 15 years living a lie and that he wouldn't want you to date his sister, because your girlfriend probably is the one dealing with all your anger issues?" Gemma offered drily.

Max looked at her in disbelief for a moment, his mind refusing to process her words immediately, they were so completely insane.

"What?" He finally asked, his voice coming out in a disbelieving croak. Gemma handed him her phone, a grimace on her face. And there it was in black written text. Screencaps of statements George Russell had made.

 None of it making any sense whatsoever. Max had no idea what the other driver had snorted that had sent him off the rocker like that.

"They tried to get Charles Leclerc to comment as well, but he said it was insulting and that he has not once worried about you and Colette, more the opposite," Gemma said quickly. "Everybody that has ever seen the two of you together knows that it's complete bullshit, Max."

Still. He swallowed.

"I would never lay a finger on her," he said weakly. Not ever.

Colette was...Colette was everything. Colette had been his safe place before he even knew what that was or that he needed one. 

He would rather cut off his own hand than to put a finger at her in anger.

Gemma stepped over to him and laid her hand on his shoulder. "Everybody knows that," she told him gently. "Everyone that knows you knows that you would never. Just like everyone knows that the other stuff Russell has said is nonsense as well."

Max closed his eyes, letting Gemma's words sink in. He knew that they were true. The people in his life, the people that knew him and Colette...they knew that those accusations were completely ridiculous. That even thinking he would ever hurt Colette was laughable.

"But..." he said quietly. "Social media won't care that it's complete crap."

"It'll blow over. You know the online world has the attention span of a goldfish," she said with a shrug. "We'll send the usual suspects to talk to the media tomorrow to make it clear that you neither have anger issues nor that anybody needs to worry about you laying a single finger on Colette," Gemma promised. "I know that this is hurtful, Max, but I think it just makes it very clear that everything that Russell has said has been completely made up."

Max leaned his head against the door behind him, his mind racing, trying to process everything. He knew she was right. That everything she was saying was reasonable. But it still hurt. It hurt that somebody would come at him and his relationship with Colette like that. Especially when it was so clear that they knew nothing about them.

"I'm going to call some people," Gemma told him gently and with a final squeeze on his shoulder left the room.

Max took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair, trying to process everything and calm his racing thoughts. He wanted to call Colette again. He wanted to explain again and again that he would never hurt her. That all of this was complete and utter bullshit.

But he didn't want to bother or upset her even more, if she had even been able to rest at all.

And he hated this. He hated this so much.

He really did. He hated that there was nothing he could do.

He hated that the next day was going to be a media circus. He hated that he was going to have to sit in a car for an hour and a half tomorrow, without being able to see or talk to her.

And most of all, he hated George Russell.

Bath. Lavender. Warm Water. And hot cocoa.

She felt like a child again.

Her Maman had been hovering around her all afternoon and early evening, fussing over her when she really didn't need it, but Colette was glad that her mother refused to leave her alone.

Especially when her mother tucked her into bed like she had done when she had been a wayward 6-year old. 

"Arthur didn't think," her mother said softly. "He didn't do this on purpose to hurt you."

Colette let out a shaky breath. "I know he didn't," she said thickly. "But I am just so mad at him. And it just...hurt," she admitted. It hurt more than she had thought.

"I know," her mother said softly.

Another shaky exhale, and Colette closed her eyes, just to keep the tears at bay.

"I knew it was going to come out one day," she admitted weakly. "But I never wanted it to come out like this. Not now.”

Bébé rumbled unerneath her skin, striking out to kick against her ribs once more. She laid her hand over where he had just kicked her. 

Her mother gently sat down next to her, gathering her in her arms and pulling her close. Colette melted into it and leaned into her Mom with a soft, shaky sigh.

"It wasn't right of Arthur to say anything," her mother told her quietly. "He had no right to share that picture. Nor to talk about your relationship. Not without talking to you about it first."

Colette swallowed back another bout of tears, hiding her face in her Mom's chest. "I know," she said, her voice breaking slightly. "I know, it wasn't his news to share, but...it's still just...it's just so upsetting."

Her mother ran a hand over her hair while the other circled her back in a soft, circular motion. "I know," her mother agreed, her voice kind and soft. "But this doesn't change anything. You know that, right? The important people already knew," she continued softly. "Your family and friends. They all know that Max and you are in a relationship."

A quiet nod, Colette still hiding her face in her mother’s chest, her fingers clinging onto her shirt.

"It's just...." she said weakly. "It still hurts. A lot."

Her mother's arms wrapped around her a little tighter, a gentle kiss placed atop her head. "I know," her Mom agreed again, gently rubbing Colette's back. "It hurts, and it sucks, and it's not fair that he didn't talk to you about it before. I'm sorry, Choupinette."

Colette swallowed again, and exhaled, trying to hold it together. But a few tears escaped anyway. "I just...I just wish that he hadn't. I feel so exposed now," she admitted in a half-whisper.

"I know," her Mom agreed again, letting Colette let out another round of quiet tears. "I know, Choupinette," her mother repeated, gently rubbing her back again, her arms tight around her.

Colette sniffled again, her emotions a tangled, swirling mess, and clung on tighter to her Mother. "I just...I just wish Max was here," she admitted in a broken whisper.v"He asked me if he should come home," she admitted softly.

Her mother’s hand ran gently up and down her back, still hugging Colette tight.

"What did you tell him?" she asked quietly.

Colette swallowed past the lump in her throat and breathed in shakily. "I told him to race. I told him I didn't want him to come home," she said shakily, more tears escaping her.

Her mother hummed quietly and hugged her a little tighter. "Why?" Her mother's voice was gentle and curious, no judgement and accusation to be found.

"Because I fell in love with a 12-year-old boy for whom racing was the most important thing in his life,” she answered, her voice soft. “Max has this...passion for it. This incredible love. And I promised myself then, that I was never going to be the one to take it from him," she explained softly. "I was never going to make him chose. Between me and racing."

And maybe that was also because for years...she had wondered if she was going to be the one of the two he would chose. 

Her mother was quiet behind her for a moment, only the soothing motion of her hand rubbing along Colette's back continuing.

And then her mother said, softly.

"You know he would chose you in a heartbeat, don't you?"

Colette buried her face further into her mother, her tears starting to flow again as she let her mother's words sink in.

Because she wanted to believe it. She really, really wanted to.

"He will never need to," she said simply. "He said ​​the same thing but…I would never take it away from him."

Her mother hummed again and tightened her arms around her a little.

"I know you wouldn't," she assured. "But he still wouldn't hesitate, love."

Colette took another shaky breath, trying to keep herself from completely falling to pieces just from the thought of it. It was true. She knew it deep in her bones. Max would drop everything to get to her, if she only asked. And it just made her feel like crying more.

"I just...I just miss him," she admitted in a sniffly voice, her nails digging in her mother's soft shirt.

Her mother's gentle hand was running over her hair again, trying to soothe her as best as she could. "I know, baby," she whispered. "You'll see him soon."

Colette huffed a breath against her mother’s chest, the thought both a comfort and a curse.

She wanted to see him. She wanted to crawl into his arms and just listen to him tell her everything was going to be okay, and believe every single word of it.

Another shaky inhale and exhale, and Colette's hands gripped her Mom's shirt, just to keep from completely falling apart.

It was all so overwhelming, with Max so far away, and just everything in general.

Her breath shuddered again when her mother's arms tightened around her once more, pulling her even closer to her chest, as if she was trying to protect her through sheer force of will.

Colette let her, burying her face in her Mom's soft chest and trying to hold it all together.

[cherrixpie]

HOW NOT TO DATE A SLYTHERIN

part six of five

↬ being harry potter's sister wouldn't make dating theodore nott any easier - which was why you tried to hide it.

↬ nsfw; mdni; wc: 6.1k (oh god what did i do); tags: oral fem receiving, soft dom! theo, p in v, unprotected sex, theo is a munch, praise, slight virginity/innocence kink

You sat cross-legged on the king sized bed in the room of requirement, fingers picking at the threads of the soft duvet beneath you. Anticipation curled in your insides as you fixed your eyes on the door. The room had answered your subconscious wish and provided a clock, an old grandfather clock, that ticked softly. Apart from your breathing, it was the only sound breaking the silence. Until the door handle clicked.

The door creaked open, and you looked up sharply, your breath catching as Theo slipped inside. His hair was damp from the rain still falling outside, and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his robes, his sharp features softening as his eyes landed on you. He hesitated for a moment, as if gauging the mood, before closing the door behind him with a quiet thud. There was a sort of tension in the room, or maybe you were imagining it because your nerves ran high. When Theo crooked his head, you realized what he was waiting for.

“Oh, Harry apologized,” you reassured him and Theo nodded, approaching the bed slowly. On his way, he shed his cloak and bag and sat down on the bed, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt. “How did your friends take it?” you asked and scooted back to make space for him. Theo's eyes followed your retreating figure and he raised his brows, moving after you. “Are you running from me, tesoro?”

“Are you avoiding my question, Theo?” you countered and scooted back even more to tease him. Theo chuckled darkly and surged forward, trapping you beneath him by seizing your wrists and pushing them gently into the cushion. You couldn't help the high-pitched gasp that left your throat. One of Theo's large hands was enough to bind both your wrists, leaving you utterly helpless under his hungry eyes. The other drew a teasing line down your side.

“Wouldn't dream of it.” Theo dipped down to peck your nose, your cheeks, down to your chin. However, his kisses didn't stay that innocent. When a little sigh left your lips, you felt a sudden, sharp sensation at your neck and gasped. Theo chuckled and caressed the spot he had bitten down on with his lips, worshipping it. The hand that had been running up and down your side planted itself firmly on your hip as his hips moved almost instinctively and you felt something stiff rubbing against your core.

You stiffened, and Theo noticed in an instance. His lips and hands retreated immediately and he pushed himself up to bring some space between the two of you. With furrowed brows, he looked down on your panting figure. “Are you alright? Did I-”

“No!” you said quickly and scrambled to sit like him. “I'm fine, I’m- I was just surprised.” When you noticed the worried look in his cerulean eyes, you tried to explain. “You haven't- It’s just- I’m just-” But the words wouldn't make it past your lips. Instead, Theo got a hold of your gesticulating hands and brought them to his lips. “There is nothing to explain, cara mia,” he said softly. “I’m sorry I went too far.”

“You didn't, I-” you blushed furiously and averted your face, but you couldn't miss his raised eyebrow. “I liked it,” you whispered, staring stubbornly at the blankets of the four poster. Even out of your peripheral vision, you could see the change in his demeanor at your words. His frame visibly relaxed, but at the same time, his fingers locked with yours that had subconsciously been picking on the blanket. When you looked up at him, his gaze was steady but not intimidating. The soft, teasing grin he’d worn earlier had given way to something quieter- more patient.

It was strange. Minutes before, you had been flush against his body and been devoured by his lips, and yet this felt almost more intimate. You were hyper-aware of how close he was, the way his fingertips traced aimless patterns along the back of your hand. It was gentle, intimate, yet every nerve in your body was alive with tension. Your teeth nibbled on your bottom lip as you looked for the fitting words. Theo seemed to sense that you were holding something back, because he waited patiently. “You should know something,” you said.

“I-” you began, only to falter. The words caught in your throat, leaving a lump of unease behind. Theo's brows furrowed slightly, not in annoyance but intrigue. He didn't press, he just waited. In the silence, you could make out the steady rhythm of his breathing and it grounded you somewhat. You weren't about to confess a crime. Though, and you couldn't deny it, you were worried that Theo would be disappointed. You glanced down on your lap, where your hands lay intertwined. Finally, you forced yourself to meet his eyes, heart pounding so hard it almost drowned out your voice. “I've never… I’ve never done anything like this before.” You swallowed and avoided his piercing gaze. “I'm, like, a virgin.”

Theo's eyes widened as he suddenly understood what all your blushing and nervousness around the topic of intimacy meant. Though he had assumed you were less experienced than he was, for one because you didn't have that kind of reputation and secondly because he had to admit that you’d have to work pretty hard to beat him, he didn't think you would be a virgin. That someone as gorgeous and smart as you had never gotten busy with anyone.

You seemed pretty embarrassed, either of the topic or the confession, and your fingers seemed to tighten around his subconsciously. When you sent him a nervous glance, he got his features back under control.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about, dolcezza,” Theo said softly but your shame skyrocketed at once and you bundled up, hiding your burning face in your hands and letting out a long groan. You heard him chuckle and then felt his soft touch pry at your wrist. “Would you look at me, amore mio dolce?” Cheeks a bright pink, hair a mess and lips kiss-bitten, Theo couldn't think of a more endearing sight than when you let him remove your hands from your face and looked up at him. “We don't have to do anything, let's just cuddle some more and-”

“No!” you interrupted him fervently. “I mean… I do want to.” You seemed to grapple with something, and finally, you looked back up at him, your doe eyes glistening in the light of the many fires. “Is it bad?” Bad? Shamefully, Theo had to admit it only made his problem down there worse. At the same time, he started to question himself, and his lack of an immediate answer had you bite your lip nervously.

“It's not … bad,” he said in a great effort to keep his voice steady and composed. But he couldn't help his fingers twitch, burning to hold you, grab you, push you into the covers and make you his. Merlin he needed therapy.

“Then why are you acting so weird?” you said, noting his strained voice, averted eyes and twitching fingers, as ditched wanted to escape from yours. “Why does it make a difference wether I'm a virgin or not?”

That was a really good question, actually. Theo had deflowered plenty of girls in his lifetime and it had never made a difference to him how experienced they were. But when it was you, it did something to him. A dark, greedy part of him stirred at the thought of being you first, ruining you for all other men, teaching you, guiding you, making you his.

Theo groaned in frustration and let his head slump into the crook of your neck, throwing all pretense into the wind. Merlin, how it turned him on that- “You would give your virginity to me?” he asked into your neck and you nodded rapidly. “Yes!” “Are you sure?” You were taken aback by the graveness and severity in his tone, but it couldn't deter you. “Yes, Theo. I trust you.”

“Dio, dannazione,” Theo hissed and lifted his face from your neck to look at you with an intensity that knocked the air right out of your lungs. His fingers slipped out of yours and located themselves on your hip instead, in a tight grip, an attempt to ground himself and drown the monster in him out. “Cazzo, tesoro, it's not bad, quite the contrary, actually.” A humorless chuckle left his lips and you frowned up at him with innocent confusion. “What do you mean?”

When he leaned in, you found yourself pulled to him as if by magnetic force. His cerulean eyes were so dark, like black holes that held an overpowering pull on everything around them. And right now, it was you who was pulled into the abysmal depths. Your breath hitched when your lips were mere inches apart and Theo's voice sounded oh so softly, like a melody whispered into your ears. “I think … I think it's so hot that you want to give your first time to me.” You breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank Merlin, I thought you were going to run away or something.”

“You're ridiculous,” Theo mused but you shrugged, awaiting the touch of his lips readily. “You're the one with the virginity kink.” Biting your lip, you looked up at him with a daring smile and brought your voice to a sensual whisper that seemed completely laughable to you. “Theo, I’d let you take me any time you aske-”

Before you could finish your sentence, his lips clashed with yours in an uncontrolled fervor you had never seen from Theo. Theo’s kisses were slow and sensual, controlled and determined, and though they could also be passionate, he had never kissed you like this. Wild, senseless, barely more than a clash of teeth as he slipped his tongue into your mouth and straight up moaned. It was a kiss that set your whole body alight, electrified it, so that the simplest touch of his hands left you whimpering into his mouth.

Theo swallowed up all sounds as his tongue roamed around your mouth, as if he wanted to explore every inch of you, claim you whole. His usually so careful touches turned into barely restrained grips as his hands cupped your face. You didn't even realize you had given into his relentless push until your back met the mattress and he pulled away, leaving you gasping for air.

A storm was brewing in his eyes when Theo looked down on you in the sheets, but after a few deep breaths, he seemed to get himself back under control. “I don't have an innocence kink,” he insisted and you giggled, but he only smiled and played with a strand of your hair. “I don't. It's just… you. The thought of being your first.” And your last, if he had his way. But he didn't want to overwhelm you. With another long exhale, he kissed your temple softly. “You’re a fucking angel, you know that? I want to do this the right way, make it perfect…”

His lips found yours once more, but it was in a gentle caress. A kiss that felt like an answer to an unspoken question. His nose nuzzled against yours as his large hands glided down your body, mapping and lingering at your waist before one got a hold of your thigh. As his thumb brushed over the skin under your uniform skirt, he parted your legs gingerly and his hips slotted perfectly into the open space.

You felt so impossibly close to him he might just have consumed you whole. It was impossible not to feel safe in his capable hands that seemed to expertly draw all the right reactions out of you. Your bodies melded together as he let his hips rock experimentally and you mewled. Theo’s lips curled into a smirk you could feel against your own as he reveled in the effect he had on you. Smug bastard. In retaliation, you moved your hips against his and his breath hitched. “Cazzo, bella, mi farai dimenticare me stesso.”

His hands travelled further down to lock your hips in place. But instead of continuing to rub his hardened, clothed dick against your crotch, Theo departed from your mouth to trail kisses down your neck. With a swift motion, he moved you further back on the mattress, his hands held your thighs as he was on eye-level with your clothed core. Realizing his intentions, you propped yourself up on your ellbows to look at him. The way he looked at you through his dark lashes had the heat explode in your chest- and your cheeks. When you spoke, your voice came out in a broken stammer. “Y- you don't have to do that.”

“Sorry?” Theo said courteously as he trailed kisses down your thigh. You had to suppress a whimper and attempted to close your thighs out of instinct, but Theo kept them parted with ease. “No need to be embarrassed,” he smiled and you felt like the amount of fireplaces had just doubled.

“I-” you said tentatively as he was still worshiping your thigh, “I've heard many boys see it as a chore.” What you hadn't expected was for Theo to roll his eyes. “Then many boys are sciocchi,” he said as his fingers latched onto your skirt, gently prying at it. “But-” “I want to, cazzo, I want to. Do you know how long I've been yearning to taste your cute little cunt?” Theo interrupted you and brought a hand to your chin to make you unable to avert your hazy gaze. “So fucking long. Please, let me have a taste of you, Tesoro.”

It was almost impossible to meet his fiery gaze, but once you did, you found yourself nodding helplessly. “Good girl,” Theo praised and peeled down your skirt, placing it orderly on the nightstand. His calm manner made you feel as if he was teasing you, and you were about to scold him when you felt his index finger hook around your panties as he placed the softest of kisses on your pubic bone.

For some reason, this was what made your breath hitch and he hummed amusedly against your skin. One of his fingers came down to draw the lightest of circles on your clothed cunt and you squirmed uncontrollably under him. Theo's eyes glinted with amusement as he tutted. “So responsive…”

“S- stop teasing,” you stuttered and felt him shift between your legs. “Your wish is my command,” Theo murmured against your skin and, in one fluid motion, he had rid you of your panties. They joined your skirt as Theo dove down and you chocked on your own spit.

Expertly, Theo's lips closed around your clit and you stifled a sudden moan by slapping your hand over your mouth. You were startled when Theo's hand released your thigh and got a hold of your wrist. His eyes glinted dangerously up at you. “None of that, principessa. I want to hear you.” His index finger flicked against your clit and you mewled. Theo growled against your cunt as he dipped out his tongue into your wetness and started devouring you like his last meal.

You had never felt anything like this. Theo's mouth on your cunt felt so wild and uncontrolled, yet his lips or mouth nudged against your clit in constant, overwhelming stimulation. Your attempts to control your noises were rendered in vain as Theo touched you in all the right places and a loud, high-pitched moan of his name escaped your throat. His ministrations on your pussy came to a sudden halt as Theo stared up at you with an expression that had your insides squeeze in actual fear. “Do that again.”

As he returned to your cunt, you threw your head back into the covers. His tongue dipped into your warmth, messily making out with your pussy and practically worshipping your clit. Your thighs trembled, just as your voice when you let out another pathetic mewl of his name and you felt Theo moan into your cunt, the vibrations having you writhing and squirming.

With a loud groan, one of Theo’s arms shot up to hold down your waist to allow himself the perfect angle to devour you. Your juices covered the better half of his face but Theo couldn't bring himself to care. When he felt his hips rut against the mattress subconsciously, he forced himself to stop. This was about you, this would be all about you, his pleasure would come second to yours. But your cute little moans went straight to his clock as he reveled in the taste of you.

You were like ambrosia, Theo was convinced to be in heaven, and when you buried your trembling fingers in his locks in an adorable attempt to take control, he could not hold back the shudder that rippled through his body.

Theo found his iron discipline wavering when your back arched off the mattress and your desperate whimpers filled his ears. Merlin, you were heavenly, as you began to tremble and squirm in his tight hold. “Theo, I- I’m-” He knew what lay on your tongue and he knew you were too embarrassed to say it out loud, but he wanted to hear you say it so bad. “You’re what?” he murmured teasingly and you groaned, hiding your face in your hands. “I’m close, oh god, I'm close!”

You found yourself squealing when you felt one of Theo’s fingers that had been rubbing circles on your clit travel down and prod at your entrance. A gasp left your lips when he slipped it inside, lubricated by your juices, and curled it upward. Your grip on his locks tightened, whether to stop him or spur him on, you did not know, and he chuckled against your warmth. “Be gentle with me, cara mia.” God, the way he spoke Italian into your cunt had you wetter than you would like to admit. But of course, he noticed, and you knew from the slight smirk he gave you that he had made a mental note.

Theo added another finger and you felt your high approaching with accelerating speed, and somehow, the pleasure got even more intense. You had touched yourself before, but the weak orgasms you could draw out here and there were in no comparison to anything you felt right now. You knew Theo was watching you closely, you could feel his heavy gaze on you, but you couldn't stop your pathetic little “ah”s of pleasure. And when he curled up his fingers to meet a spot you didn't even know you had and his lips closed around your clit once more, you broke.

Releasing a strangled moan, your body spasmed as you were hit by the strongest orgasm you had ever felt, bucking off the bed as you squeezed your eyes shut and fell apart on his tongue. For a moment, you thought you could see the pearly gates of heaven as you grew impossibly light-headed. Wave and wave of pleasure washed over you, with the only thing grounding you being Theo. His mouth and fingers worked you through your high as you slowly returned to him.

Watching your heaving chest and teary eyes, Theo felt tempted to work you into overstimulation, giving in to the mean temptation to have you crying and and trashing in his arms, but he resisted the urge. Today was exclusively about your pleasure. Instead, he released your thighs and departed from your pussy with a last peck to your clit that had you jolt in his hold. Then, he returned to hover over you and revel in your fucked-out expression.

Theo dipped his head down to kiss you and you shuddered, tasting yourself on his lips. In fact, half his face was covered in your juices, and when he pulled away from the short but sweet kiss, you attempted to wipe some of it away with an apologetic expression. “Sorry,” you said sheepishly, feeling hesitant to meet his intense gaze. “I made a bit of a mess, didn't I?”

But one of Theo’s hands came up to seize your wrist and stop your feeble attempts. “Tesoro, why would you deny me my dessert?”

“D- dessert?” you stuttered, blushing furiously, and he laughed. Your weak slap against his abdomen seemed to go unnoticed, but your blushing did not. “cosi carina,” Theo murmured as he pecked both your burning cheeks. His eyes met yours and you shivered at the unmasked adoration in them. “How do you feel? Do you want to continue? We don't have to,” he assured you, but you shook your head with a little more fervor as necessary.

“I want to continue, that was … wow. It never…,” you avoided his eyes but he lifted your chin to make you look at him. “It never what?” “... never felt that good when I… you know…” Your embarrassment, even when he was literally covered in your juices, was so cute that Theo couldn't help the grin growing on his face. “Go on.” With a frustrated groan, you punched his chest. “When I … you know… touched myself,” you forced past your lips and he cooed at your shyness.

His head nestled into the crook of your neck and you heard him mutter close to your ear: “What did you think about when you touched yourself, tesoro?” Your heart pounded so hard in your chest you could barely get your words past it. “You. And me. A- and-” your voice broke off and faded into a soft mewl when you felt his fingers at your entrance once more, drawing tantalizing patterns around your clit.

“Go on,” he murmured again and your breath hitched. “Go on or I'll stop,” Theo threatened and you scrambled to keep talking. “Your hands, ah! I thought about your hands.” His dark chuckle made you shiver and he cooed. “You thought about my hands?” You nodded in shame, fisting his shirt and pulling him closer. “What else?”

You realized he was looking for a specific answer that you were very reluctant to give. The effect he had on you when he spoke in his mother tongue. But you just couldn't say it, so you copped out with “your voice.”

There was a mean flick against your clit and you gasped as Theo growled against your ear. Two of his fingers entered your cunt and stretched it out so deliciously you could feel it in your dry throat. “What else?” Stubbornly, you shook your head and he tutted. “Cos'altro c'è?”

“You’re mean,” you complained, but you could practically feel yourself growing wetter- and he could, too. “Dillo e basta,” he purred against the shell of your ear as his fingers curled and expertly hit the spot that had you seeing stars. “Just say it, tesoro.”

It was too much: his Italian, his fingers, the burning in your cheeks. The confession broke out of you. “It's hot when you speak Italian, okay?” you whined defiantly and Theo rewarded you with another curl upwards that had you shudder in his arms. “Good girl, I knew you could do it.” You didn't know what you hated more: how smug his voice was or how it had you dripping into the sheets. In an attempt to regain your dignity, you mustered all your strength and locked your thighs around his waist, flipping the two of you around.

With a raised brow, Theo watched your panting figure ontop of him. You straddled his waist and, in an attempt to take back some level of control, experimentally rocked your hips over his clothes erection. Theo’s breath hitched slightly and you gave him a triumphant grin, rolling your hips once again, and again, holding back moans. You gasped when he shifted under you and sat up, his hands latching onto your waist. Now it was him who rocked you back and forth on his lap, and you who buried your hands in his shirt and mewled at the pleasure.

“Nice try,” he chuckled into your ear. The satisfaction in his tone brought out your last remnants of defiance as you bit down on his neck so hard it made him hiss. “Cazzo, bella!” While he was distracted, your hand travelled down and you found the outline of his cock through his trousers. When your fingers closed around it, eliciting a deep grunt from Theo, you gasped. Though you had never seen another man in comparison, you were pretty sure Theo was massive, and you began to doubt wether he could even fit.

But before you could do anything else, Theo’s lips clashed onto yours and you were momentarily distracted by the mind-shattering kiss he gave you. His tongue slipped into your mouth easily as if he wanted to devour you whole, body and soul, and you were beginning to think he already had. Between kisses, he whispered unknown phrases in Italian. His lips in combination with his words made you increasingly desperate.

When he pulled away and you gasped for air, Theo gently removed your hands from his clothed erection and placed pecks on your frowning eyebrows. “Not tonight, cara mia, this is about you, and you only.”

“But-,” you protested weakly as he brought your hands to his neck and looped them around it. “I wanted to make you feel good, too.”

“Well, aren't you an angel,” he chuckled softly and kissed the corner of your lips. “The best way to make me feel good right now, tesoro, is to take off that blouse of yours.”

You scrambled to unbutton your school shirt, but it was a bit of a challenge with how hard your hands were trembling. All the while, Theo leaned back against the headboard and watched your attempts with the slightest hint of smugness shimmering within those cerulean eyes. He might as well have lit a cigarette, with how utterly appeased he appeared. A smug smile tugged at his lips as he watched your confused attempts to open your blouse. His nonchalance was maddeningly magnetic, with the casual grace of someone who held all the cards.

When you had finally managed to open your blouse, you were suddenly hit with a new wave of shyness. Your hands trembled slightly when you pried it open and discarded it onto the floor, watching Theo’s reaction closely. His eyes widened slightly and the smile fell from his lips. It was replaced by slightly parted lips that he wet with his tongue as his eyes took you in fully, traveling over your collarbone, clothed breasts and down to your soft belly.

Feeling self-conscious, you crossed your arms over your chest, but Theo sat up in one swift motion and pried them off, eyes locked to your lace bra. “No, no, no, niente di tutto questo,” he told you and you wondered whether he was even aware you had no idea what he had said. Oh, well, you’d gotten the general gist.

When Theo managed to lift his gaze from your boobs,they met yours with a softness you hadn't expected. “You’re so beautiful, Merlin, let me die to this sight.”

“You-,” you whispered, as if you were telling him a secret, “you’re not lying?” God, that lifted eyebrow, those damn eyes. His index finger brushed over your lip gently and you found yourself shuddering at the simple touch. Leaning closer, your cunt brushed over his thigh and you gasped. With a light smirk on his lips, Theo bucked it upwards and watched you suppress a moan and bury your hands in his shirt to stabilize yourself. Your vicinity enabled him to reach around your waist and flip the two around in one fluid motion.

“I'm not,” he said softly, looking down on your bare body splayed out for him in the sheets. Your pretty glistening eyes looking up at him so sweetly, he found himself enraptured by merely looking at you.

A pout tugged at your kiss-bitten lips. “How come I'm naked and you’re not?”

He smiled. “Fair enough.” With one hand, he tugged his shirt over his head, the other loosened his belt. With a shudder, he got lost in the feeling of your soft hands traveling up his torso and locking around his neck to pull him into a kiss. He gave in to your pull and dove down, shedding his trousers and slotting his hips between your soft thighs.

You almost forgot how to breathe in between kisses. Everything was so warm. His hands on your body, your skin against the fire from outside and within. His mouth, caressing yours. One of his hands travelled down your tummy and over the curve of your bare ass, grabbing a hand full of your thigh and lifting it to rock his clothed erection against your bare warmth. A strangled moan left your lips as you threw your head back and his lips latched onto your neck.

Your bodies rocked against and with each other, synchronizing into one fluid motion. Theo's somewhat strained baritone whispered sweet nothings in Italian into your ear. But it wasn't enough. Your hand ran down his back until it reached his boxers and you tugged at their hem, making Theo pant into your mouth. Spurred on by his reaction, you slipped your hand inside them and closed around his cock. For some reason, you shuddered against him and when he moaned against your skin, you took it as a sign to move your hand.

As if on instinct, his hips rocked into your hand and he groaned into your neck. “ragazza sfacciata. Little minx.” But before you could revel in having the upper hand for at least a short while, a much bigger hand closed around both your wrists and pressed them into the mattress over your hand. With a cheeky smile, Theo tutted at you. “Quite eager, aren't we?”

“Well, if you take so damn long,” you retorted and his eyes glinted dangerously before they softened once more. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked seriously, searching for any traces of hesitation or uncertainty.

You nodded. “Positi-” You were cut off by a squeak when Theo discarded his boxers and rutted his cock against your folds. He was massive, and excitement, as well as anxiety curled in your stomach. “Still sure?” he asked cockily and you nodded. Even though you knew it wasn't a smart move, you gave him challenging look. “What, are you scared to f-” Three fingers plunged into your wet cunt and you gasped at the new stretch, eyes burning. “That's what you got to look forward to,” Theo murmured hotly against your neck. “That and more.”

Even though nervousness bloomed in your stomach, you managed to catch his eye and give him a nod of reassurance. “Please, Theo, please, I want it, I-” “Merlin, you’re tempting,” Theo gritted out and gave your cunt a gentle slap that squelched embarrassingly loud. “Bene, spread your legs for me, principessa.”

You did and felt a blush bloom on your cheeks when the tip of his cock kissed your sensitive clit. Theo's hands drew reassuring circles on your belly as he hoisted himself up and pressed his tip into your entrance. He was big, and seemed even bigger now that he was actually in you. The stretch was so unlike his fingers that you forgot to breathe for a second. You felt Theo's worried eyes on you and smiled at him through the sting you felt. “Tell me if anything hurts,” he muttered before he moved in the next inch.

Theo could barely hold himself together as his tip slipped further into your tight warmth. Biting down hard on his lip, so hard he might have actually started bleeding, he summoned all his restraint. The urge to plunge into you and split you open was strong, but even stronger was his concern for you as he saw you well up and breathe steadily through your mouth. “Tesoro?” You nodded at him to keep going and squeezed your eyes shut as he sank in another inch. Theo couldn't hold back the moan that left his throat and your whimpers didn't make the situation any better.

“Are you all the way in yet?” you asked, unable to imagine that you could take much more, but Theo shook his head. “That's just half of it, Bella. Want me to stop?” You shook your head vigorously. “No, keep going.”

Finally, with a lot of patience and self restraint, Theo managed to sink into your tight cunt all the way. With a pant, he sank down onto his free elbow, hovering inches above you. Your eyes were squeezed shut, but you breathed steadily and let out the occasional whimper.

“Are you okay?” you heard Theo mutter and you opened your eyes to see cerulean blue. You took a deep breath and nodded. “‘M fine. Just-” you squirmed and Theo gasped, holding your hips down. “So full…”

Theo chuckled at your ramblings and pulled out before slowly moving back in. His steady movements slowly turned from stinging to pleasurable and small “ah”s escaped you as he established a steady rhythm. His breath was hot against your ear. “Fucking hell, bella.”

An embarrassingly loud moan escaped you when Theo hit that spot and you squirmed against his hand that still held your wrists in place. “T-theo!” Suddenly, you felt his hand slip under your back and unhook your bra, discarding it to somewhere unseen. His lips came down to wrap around your nipple and you arched your back off the mattress as his teeth nibbled at the sensitive skin, travelling up your tit before biting down gently and sucking, surely forming a bruise. Meanwhile, his cock still hit the spot that had you falling apart, chanting his name breathlessly.

The sensations were so overwhelming that tears slipped out of the corners of your eyes. You hiccuped, and Theo chuckled against the tender skin of your boobs. A coil tightened in your lower belly, if possible even more intense than the previous ones, and you squirmed pathetically against Theo’s hold. Finally, he released your wrists and they flew to his hair to bury themselves in it. As you felt your climax approaching, you whimpered something incoherent, but he understood.

His now free hand dove down to draw hurried circles around your clit and you jolted as the added pleasure brought you to the edges of consciousness. A scream of his name left your throat as you crashed into your high with full force, your back arched off the bed. His skillful fingers and gentle rhythm worked you through your high when his movements suddenly stuttered and the rhythm grew uneven. As you came down from your high, Theo rutted his cock into you heavily, three times before he pulled out and came onto the sheets.

Panting hard, Theo collapsed on the bed next to you and pulled your trembling figure into his arms. You buried your face in his chest as he caressed your body with soft touches, drawing patterns on the small of your back. When you looked up from his chest, your eyes met his and in your shared look, you tried to convey all your love, all your adoration and affection. You reached for his hand and locked his fingers, and Theo pressed a gentle kiss onto your temple.

"My friends were surprisingly supportive," Theo spoke into the silence and your eyes widened. Foreseeing your skepticism, Theo chuckled. "It might have been because I told them with a drawn wand. But I think Enzo's got a crush on you."

"You're crazy," you said, rolling your eyes. "I can't have two gorgeous men liking me." Even though you couldn't see it, you heard the frown in his voice. "You think Enzo is gorgeous?" You snorted. "I mean... objectively? But don't worry. I like them broody and Italian and stinking of cigarettes." A satisfied hum left Theo's lips as he pecked your temple.

“Ti amo, tesoro,” he whispered softly as he returned your smile. You leaned your head against his bicep and drowned in his cerulean eyes. “Anch'io ti amo, Theo.”

a/n: thank you so much for 300 followers and have a happy new year's eve! see you all in 2025!

[mofongomuncher]

𝘽𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙨

(Ekko X Reader)

❥ cast : ! Ekko and reader ¡

It was one of those quiet afternoons in the base, where the usual noise was replaced with the soft hums of fireflies buzzing around in the background, and the occasional footstep echoing around.

Ekko was in his usual element, working on his little devices and making adjustments to his latest inventions. You, on the other hand, had been sitting on his couch, trying (and failing) to focus on something else.

Your eyes kept wandering back to him. There was something about how he worked, the way his muscles flexed when he twisted a wrench or adjusted something in place, that made your heart race just a little faster.

You always secretly admired Ekko's quiet confidence and the strength he carried—both in his actions and his presence. But today, it was something else. You couldn't seem to get your mind off of one particular thing.

His biceps.

You tried to play it cool, focusing on anything other than the temptation to see if they felt as solid as they looked. The temptation gnawed at you. You knew you couldn't do it, though. You didn't want to make it weird. And yet, the more you tried to ignore it, the more you found your gaze drifting to his arms.

It didn't help that Ekko had just taken off his jacket, exposing his toned biceps as he reached up to grab a tool. He rolled his shoulders, stretching slightly, and for a moment, you couldn't help but admire how effortlessly he carried himself.

That was when you decided to take action. "Just a quick touch, just to see if they're as strong as they look, and then I'll stop." you told yourself. You rose from the couch quietly, making your way toward him as discreetly as possible.

Your hand was almost there, just a few inches from his arm, when Ekko turned around suddenly, catching you in the act. His eyes locked onto yours, a small smirk slowly forming on his face.

"Trying to touch my biceps again, huh?" he said, his voice a mixture of amusement and curiosity.

Your face immediately flushed, and you froze, hand still hovering in the air. "I—I wasn't... I didn't mean to—" You stammered, caught completely off guard. "I just... I thought they looked—uh, I mean, never mind."

Ekko's smirk only grew, clearly enjoying your awkwardness. He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, making his biceps even more prominent.

"Huh.. you sure you weren't just trying to sneak a feel?" he teased, his voice playful but with an underlying confidence that made your stomach flutter.

"No! I swear, I wasn't... I mean—" You sighed, clearly flustered. "Okay, maybe a little. But it's not what you think! I didn't mean to make it weird, I was just—"

Ekko chuckled, clearly amused by your struggle to explain. His expression softened. "It's fine, really.. Do you wanna know what it feels like?" he asked, his tone casual but with that familiar edge of mischief in his eyes.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt your cheeks burn even hotter. "Uh, no! I mean, yes? I mean, I—" You groaned, wishing you could just disappear.

Ekko shook his head with a chuckle, his hands returning to his pockets as he gave you a teasing look. "Relax, I'm just messing with you." He nudged you lightly with his elbow.

"If you really want to know, you can touch them. No need to be shy about it."

You blinked, not quite believing what he was saying. "Wait, really?"

"Yeah, really." Ekko said with a grin. "You think I'm just going to let you embarrass yourself without giving you the chance to redeem yourself?"

You hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached out. Your hand hovered near his arm, and this time, you made sure to touch it lightly, not sure if you should go any further.

Ekko's eyes watched you carefully as you touched his bicep, the muscles firm beneath your fingers.

"See? Not so bad, right?" he said, a playful glint in his eyes. "Just a little strong." Your thoughts went absolutely wild at that moment.

You nodded, trying to fight the mix of embarrassment and excitement bubbling inside you. "I didn't think it'd feel... like that."

Ekko raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

"What, you thought it'd be all soft and squishy?" He chuckled again, stepping back a little and flexing his arm for effect. "Come on, I work for a living. Gotta keep in shape."

You couldn't help but laugh along, the tension in your shoulders easing as you realized he wasn't judging you. "Well, I didn't expect it to be so... firm.." you admitted, your voice still a little awkward, but more relaxed now.

"I wasn't sure if they were just for show."

Ekko shrugged with a grin. "You never know until you try."

You exchanged a look, both of you sharing the same playful vibe that made the moment less embarrassing than you'd imagined. "Okay well, thanks for the opportunity to... try." you said, still blushing a little but not nearly as mortified as before.

Ekko just gave you that signature smirk. "Anytime. But next time, maybe don't sneak up on me, yeah?" He chuckled before turning back to his workbench.

You couldn't help but look down in embarrassment, your heart still racing a little, but you felt lighter than before.

You got to touch his bicep, that's all that mattered.

This was so silly 😭

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[slafastri28]

You’re dating Jack, and you’re Luke’s favorite person. (Deffo not inspired by my exes’ baby sister saying she wished I was her sister instead of her having her brother)

Aww wait I love this!

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You were waiting in the apartment for the boys to get home from the airport, and you made both of their favorites, it was something nice you liked to do for your boyfriend Jack especially, but since Luke moved in with you guys he tended to get overlooked. The mixed aroma filled the apartment as it was left sitting on the stove impending the arrival of the two boys. The door opened both pouring in, tossing luggage quickly on the floor.

“Smells good,” your boyfriend said greeting you with a peck on the cheek.

“Welcome back gentlemen,” you smiled at the both of them as they made their way to the counter. Jack tried to pick at the food with his fingers before you quickly slapped it away,

“Ah no one eats until your suitcases are out of here, I’m not unpacking for you again Jack,” you crossed your arms meaning business. 

“Oh, Luke can do it,” he said, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Let me eat my favorite dish you make, please,” he begged.

“Um I made Luke’s favorite too, therefore both of you can equally wait and get food at the same time, understood?” You crossed your arms joyfully.

“Yes ma’am,” Luke saluted quickly rushing the suitcase to his room. Jack rolled his eyes and brought his suitcase to your room where you assumed it would stay packed until the next time he needed it. 

“This looks amazing,” Luke said, standing next to you at the counter after briskly returning from his room. He was already out of his suit and in sweatpants. Jack returned the same. Luke began to take a plate, but you shooed him away. The two sat at the table. 

“For you sir,” you said putting a plate full in front of Jack, then repeated the same with Luke. Jack reached over with his fork to get a taste of Luke’s.

“Dude.” Jack smiled taking the bite off Luke’s plate. 

“There’s plenty, you can get your own,” you grinned joining the boys with your own plate.

“See, Y/N would never pick off my plate,” Luke said immaturely sticking his tongue out at his brother who responded the same way. 

“Children be nice to each other, or no dessert,” you crossed your arms. 

“Yes Mom,” Jack sighed going back to his plate. The three of you finished dinner discussing the road trip,

“Until this idiot threw a fit,” Jack laughed talking about one of the games.

“Oh like you haven’t gotten pissed during a game,” Luke said.

“Oh please,” you chimed in, “you both have your fair share of tantrums.”

“See, not just me, Y/N knows, she can embarrass you so you better watch it,” Luke smiled. Luke always admired you, you had known the Hughes boys forever, and Luke always looked up to you like a sister, however when you and Jack started dating that relationship still hadn’t gone away, you always looked out for him when his brothers would pick on him and now that you were all adults it lessened, but living with the two, that sense of protectiveness would kick in once more even if Jack was your boyfriend. 

The boys finished eating and you began cleaning up,

“Allow me,” Jack appeared behind you, his arms on either side of you grabbing the same plate you were holding.

“Babe, you don’t have to,” you said as he took the plate from you. 

“I want to,” you held back a smile, he always got like this after you defended Luke, he knew that as much as he meant to you, Luke was like the younger brother you always wanted. The two of you continued cleaning before you pulled out some chocolate ice cream for dessert.

“Aw yeah,” Luke said stretching his arms toward the pint in your hand, you held it away from him.

“You both act like you haven’t eaten for days, relax, or I will put it right back in the freezer,” you teased. You scooped out the ice cream once again handing it to the two boys. 

“Babe, we have whipped cream?” Jack called out to you as you looked through the fridge. You pulled out the can and handed your boyfriend his desired topping. 

“Open,” he said to Luke. He did so and opened his mouth waiting for the whipped cream to fall in. Luke shut his mouth full of cream laughing trying not to spit it out as Jack turned to you requesting the same order. You opened as he said, he missed your mouth and got a ton on your nose causing you to snort. You shot whipped cream onto Jack’s face causing both you and Luke to lose it. 

“Oh no you didn’t,” Jack smirked, you began to walk away slowly, which increased too quickly as Jack was following you. 

“Ahh put me down,” you shouted as Jack scooped you up rubbing the cream off his nose back onto your face.

“Luke get her,” he shouted. 

“Already on it,” the younger brother shot up out of his seat charging towards you with the can.

“Open” both boys shouted in unison. You shook your head mouth closed in refusal. Luke put cream on your closed mouth, and Jack then kissed it off your face. It was times like this you were really lucky to have an amazing relationship with both boys. 

You were waiting in the apartment for the boys to get home from the airport, and you made both of their favorites, it was something nice you liked to do for your boyfriend Jack especially, but since Luke moved in with you guys he tended to get overlooked. The mixed aroma filled the apartment as it was left sitting on the stove impending the arrival of the two boys. The door opened both pouring in, tossing luggage quickly on the floor.

“Smells good,” your boyfriend said greeting you with a peck on the cheek.

“Welcome back gentlemen,” you smiled at the both of them as they made their way to the counter. Jack tried to pick at the food with his fingers before you quickly slapped it away,

“Ah no one eats until your suitcases are out of here, I’m not unpacking for you again Jack,” you crossed your arms meaning business. 

“Oh, Luke can do it,” he said, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Let me eat my favorite dish you make, please,” he begged.

“Um I made Luke’s favorite too, therefore both of you can equally wait and get food at the same time, understood?” You crossed your arms joyfully.

“Yes ma’am,” Luke saluted quickly rushing the suitcase to his room. Jack rolled his eyes and brought his suitcase to your room where you assumed it would stay packed until the next time he needed it. 

“This looks amazing,” Luke said, standing next to you at the counter after briskly returning from his room. He was already out of his suit and in sweatpants. Jack returned the same. Luke began to take a plate, but you shooed him away. The two sat at the table. 

“For you sir,” you said putting a plate full in front of Jack, then repeated the same with Luke. Jack reached over with his fork to get a taste of Luke’s.

“Dude.” Jack smiled taking the bite off Luke’s plate. 

“There’s plenty, you can get your own,” you grinned joining the boys with your own plate.

“See, Y/N would never pick off my plate,” Luke said immaturely sticking his tongue out at his brother who responded the same way. 

“Children be nice to each other, or no dessert,” you crossed your arms. 

“Yes Mom,” Jack sighed going back to his plate. The three of you finished dinner discussing the road trip,

“Until this idiot threw a fit,” Jack laughed talking about one of the games.

“Oh like you haven’t gotten pissed during a game,” Luke said.

“Oh please,” you chimed in, “you both have your fair share of tantrums.”

“See, not just me, Y/N knows, she can embarrass you so you better watch it,” Luke smiled. Luke always admired you, you had known the Hughes boys forever, and Luke always looked up to you like a sister, however when you and Jack started dating that relationship still hadn’t gone away, you always looked out for him when his brothers would pick on him and now that you were all adults it lessened, but living with the two, that sense of protectiveness would kick in once more even if Jack was your boyfriend. 

The boys finished eating and you began cleaning up,

“Allow me,” Jack appeared behind you, his arms on either side of you grabbing the same plate you were holding.

“Babe, you don’t have to,” you said as he took the plate from you. 

“I want to,” you held back a smile, he always got like this after you defended Luke, he knew that as much as he meant to you, Luke was like the younger brother you always wanted. The two of you continued cleaning before you pulled out some chocolate ice cream for dessert.

“Aw yeah,” Luke said stretching his arms toward the pint in your hand, you held it away from him.

“You both act like you haven’t eaten for days, relax, or I will put it right back in the freezer,” you teased. You scooped out the ice cream once again handing it to the two boys. 

“Babe, we have whipped cream?” Jack called out to you as you looked through the fridge. You pulled out the can and handed your boyfriend his desired topping. 

“Open,” he said to Luke. He did so and opened his mouth waiting for the whipped cream to fall in. Luke shut his mouth full of cream laughing trying not to spit it out as Jack turned to you requesting the same order. You opened as he said, he missed your mouth and got a ton on your nose causing you to snort. You shot whipped cream onto Jack’s face causing both you and Luke to lose it. 

“Oh no you didn’t,” Jack smirked, you began to walk away slowly, which increased too quickly as Jack was following you. 

“Ahh put me down,” you shouted as Jack scooped you up rubbing the cream off his nose back onto your face.

“Luke get her,” he shouted. 

“Already on it,” the younger brother shot up out of his seat charging towards you with the can.

“Open” both boys shouted in unison. You shook your head mouth closed in refusal. Luke put cream on your closed mouth, and Jack then kissed it off your face. It was times like this you were really lucky to have an amazing relationship with both boys. 

[bandgie]

Snow Angels

2.8kwords

warnings: MDNI18+, fem!reader, not smut but making out and *some* boobs, Grinch!au, Seungmin makes a fat joke BUT it's to Major May, mentions of bullying, reader is called Martha May

notes! I watched the grinch the other day and I was like "omg this is so seungmin' and yeah here we are. I don't picture seungmin as like the grinch-grinch, but maybe a greenish-skin tone and with straggly hair. Think of beastboy from teen titans more so? or whatever you want idk. merry late Christmas! divider from @/saradika-graphics

You could recall it easily, though a part of you wishes you didn’t.

Cindy Lou, a young Who child, came knocking at your door, asking about the origins of The Grinch. You wanted to turn her away, but her nose was red from the cold, her hands were filled with pens and notebooks, and her eyes, such curious, child-eyes full of wonder and determination, convinced you to let her in.

“Eh, he had no sense of color coordination. A-Although I hardly remember him, I didn't have time to socialize. I was far too busy with my... studies.”

Which was somewhat true. You were far too young to have real homework, and your high status had you passing all your classes without having to read a single book. But you were captivated by a peculiar boy with greenish skin and straggly hair.

“Children can be…so cruel,” you recall how Major May behaved as a child. “Seungm- I mean…The Grinch didn’t do anything to warrant such terrible treatment. He was…kind.”

You blink back to the present, startled to see Cindy Lou writing down so intensely. 

You panicked. “D-Did I have a crush on the Grinch? Well, of course not.”

Cindy Lou stopped her writing, raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t ask you that.”

“Oh,” you can feel your heart squeezing. “Right.”

He had come to class with a bag over his head on Christmas day. Children mocked him, and the teacher laughed, but you could only stare in adoration when he took his gift out of his backpack, holding the most beautiful angel you’ve ever seen.

Merry Christmas, Martha May.

Your eyes watered at the time. You’ve never seen such an item in any store or window. Seungmin must have made it himself. 

But things didn’t go as planned. The moment the bag on his head came off, there was havoc. Spots of blood decorated his face as if he had tried shaving. It was nothing funny, but everyone in the class hollered with laughter. 

The Grinch had shouted. He raised the Christmas tree above his head and threw it across the room in embarrassment.

STUPID PRESENT! STUPID TREE! I... HATE... CHRISTMAS!!!

You shuddered at the memory. The screams from the other children in the room always gave you chills. But Seungmin's angry tears, his quivering lip, are something you think you can never forget. 

“The muscles! It was a horrible day... when they were so cruel to him. And... I could hardly bear it.”

His gift was in pieces on the floor. You remember students running, stomping over it without a care in the world. Once the classroom was empty with nothing left but the echoes of chaos, you picked up a piece and tucked it away safely.

Now, that piece sits on your hair, carefully woven with other crystals and gems in plain sight. 

You reach to touch it, sliding your fingers along the edges. “Any more questions, Cindy Lou?” The child writes her final notes, snapping her notebook closed and hopping off the couch. “Nope. Thank you, Miss May.”

You nod. “Not a problem. Can I ask why you’re so interested in The Grinch? Is this for your homework?”

She smiles, her two front teeth shining. “Nope. I’m trying to figure out why the Grinch hates Christmas so much. I think I know how to fix it now.”

“Oh? And how’s that?”

“By inviting him to Whobilation!”

-

He’s here. Oh sweet apple pie, he’s here. You don’t know how such a young girl convinced the Major and The Grinch, but Seungmin stands out like a beautiful ornament.

So many Who stared in shock, fear, and some interest. They step away when he steps forward. They look away when he looks. Seungmin appears as if he couldn’t care less. He seemed almost bothered by the joyous songs and colorful trees, but he didn’t look…like he hated it.

You haven’t seen him in years, almost a decade you’d say, but time did little to rid you of your feelings.

He’s tall, and lean with the same green tint on his skin. It never bothered you. You never understood why it was such an issue. You loved his originality. You loved the hair that seemed as if it could never be tamed.

His limbs were long but proportionate. His slender fingers reached to touch the tree, feeling the rough pine between them. 

You shivered. 

“I can’t believe he showed,” Major May scrunched his nose in disgust. “I can’t imagine any Who that is happy with such an appearance.”

You look at the Major, his curled hair and short stature. “Cindy Lou is quite ecstatic.”

He grimaces. “Children…they don’t know anything.”

The relationship between you and Major May is purely business. The two of you stand at the podium together, but you might as well be alone. Both of you are high-status Whos. It only makes sense you two marry in time, but you’re trying to stall for as long as you can.

If only you could have a choice. If only people saw you as more than just a pretty face with money, but a Who with purpose. If only you were like-

“The Grinch! Major May, he’s coming this way!”

His footsteps seem to be in tandem with your thudding heart. You look out to the Whos once more to see Seungmin already closing the distance. 

Is your make-up good? Is your hair still in place? Should you maintain eye contact or look away as he approaches? A million thoughts race through your mind, and you end up staring him down until he’s in front of you and your husband-to-be.

“Major May.” Seungmin doesn’t so much as look at him. His abnormal green eyes are on you. 

“Martha.”

Martha. When was the last time he said your name? You remember his voice being so squeaky, but now he’s a man. Full grown with what you can only think is animosity in his heart from all those years of mistreatment. 

“Seu-” Does he even go by that name anymore? “Grinch. How are you liking the Whobilition?”

“Oh, you know. Bright colors that make me want to vomit, families looking so jolly that it makes me happy I never had one, and children squealing in delight until my ears bleed. Other than that, I’d say I’ll live, unfortunately.”

You smile. Quickly, you cover your lips with a gloved hand and pretend to cough, but he already saw. 

He grins with you.

“Ah, you’re such a funny guy.” Major May smiles, but his eyes are hostile. “I remember that in school too. You were always the butt of the joke.”

Seungmin drops his smile, sliding his eyes to the Mayor and tensing his jaw. Then, he shrugs. “I remember that all too well. I also recall how you couldn’t lay off the snacks back then. Seems like you still can’t, even now.”

Verbal jabs continue for what feels like hours. Their voices are light and fun, but their words are the complete opposite. You hate having to listen, forced to play the role of the good, pretty woman who does what she’s told. 

But of course, so long as the Whos are happy, so are you.

“It’s time for the pudding cook-off!” “Sack Race!” “Christmas conga!”

And despite his earlier arguments, Seungmin is having a…great time. He’s smiling with the Whos, dancing with them, and playing with children. You’ve never seen him this happy, not since you told him your favorite colors in elementary school. Though the cold air nips and bites at your skin, your heart is warm with affection.

“And now it's time for Present Pass-it-on!” The Major says. The attention of the Whos is captivated by him in mere seconds. He calls Seungmin onto the podium, placing him right next to you. “As always, we start with our Cheer-meister. The gift of a Christmas shave.”

Confusion etches on your face. You watch as Major May hands Seungmin an electric shaver, a red bow tied tightly around the neck.

“Good times! Huh? Good times…”

You’re in shock. No, you’re…appalled. The warmth that was building in your chest turns sour. The bitterness in your mouth is so strong that you softly weep, covering your tears as Seungmin stares at the ‘gift.’

His hand clenches around the razor. You swear he’s trembling beside you, stuck on how he should react in the eyes of so many Whos.

Everyone’s laughing. Again.

“I…I fucking knew it.” 

The crowd gasps. No Who swears. 

“I fucking knew it! You bring me here to laugh at me. To mock me! Christmas is a lousy excuse to do what you want! To be selfish and want more more more when you already have enough! All these fun times you have are garbage. GARBAGE! You bake and wrap and sing and praise the meaning of Christmas when you laugh at anything slightly different than you. You are all a fucking joke.”

His hand raises high above his head before coming down fast. The razor slams on the ground, pieces flying off.

You scream from the shatter. More Whos being to panic, yell, and point. It only takes seconds for chaos to erupt. You can see people screaming and grabbing their children, running for safety. 

As if Seungmin would do any real harm.

“Martha May…Martha May!”

You jump. You were so busy watching Seungmin walk away that you didn’t notice the Major calling your name.

“W-what?”

“I asked you to marry me.” He smiles as if this mayhem isn’t his fault. “What do you say?”

What do you say? Is this some kind of joke? His citizens are running for their lives and he’s standing here like it’s not a big issue. He has the guts to embarrass the only person who made you feel seen, and he has the guts to ask you to marry him?

“What do I say?” You sneer. For the first in your life, you’re not going to listen. “Fuck. No.”

Major May flinches back, stunned. His wide eyes try to find yours, but you’re already running down the podium and following the large footsteps that can only belong to one Who. You push past the scurrying people, apologies leaving your cold lips.

You make it past the center of town, rushing down the alley where the lamp posts don't shine bright.

You hear him before you see him. The angry words and soft sniffing. Your heart aches. 

“Seungmin?” 

His head turns. Even in the dim light, you can see the whites of his eyes turnings red and the flush of his cheeks matching. 

“Don’t you Whos have anything better to do than antagonize me? You already got what you wanted.”

You take a few steps closer, slowly. “No. No, it’s not like that at all. I promise you, Seungmin, I had no clue what the Major was going to do.”

He scoffs. “The major. You mean your husband.”

You don’t respond and Seungmin takes that as an invitation to continue. “I heard him ask you to marry him. I imagine you clapping your hands and jumping for joy when he did.”

You’re still getting closer. “You imagined wrong. I could never be with a man like that.”

He’s so tall. You know this already, but when it’s just the two of you, it adds a different taste to the air.

“He has money and status. What more could you want?”

Something like anxiety settles in your chest. You stop walking, caught between keeping your mouth shut or throwing up.

You do something much worse. “You. I want you.”

Seungmin jolts, reeling back as if you’ve struck him. His green eyes widen and he looks at you up and down, like you’re not really you.

You find your steps again. “I know we were children back then, but all these years, I’ve thought about you. How you’ve been. How cold it must be living on that mountain, alone. I’ve thought about if…if you’ve thought about me too. If you’ve missed me.”

Now, you’re directly in front of him. The tremors that rake through you aren’t from the cold, but fear. You don’t know if he feels the same. It’s been years and you’re not the same girl you once were. Then again, Seungmin isn’t the same boy, but you love him nonetheless.

Oh wow. You love him.

“Do you mean that?” He turns so his chest is to you. “Do you really mean that, Martha May?”

“Do you remember the gift you gave me for Christmas? The angel?” Seungmin nods at your words. “Look in my hair. Tell me what you see.”

You stay silent as he inspects. It doesn’t take long for his fingers to make their way into your curls, carefully moving the hair. The tips of his fingers massage your scalp and you close your eyes and relax into his hold.

Then he finds it. “Oh my. After all these years, Martha May?”

You smile, but the way he says it makes your stomach flip. “After all these years.”

His hands trail down. His knuckles graze your cheek and he goes lower, just above the swell of your chest. “You were always so pretty. But now…” His fingers suddenly grab your chin so you look directly into his eyes. “You’re mesmerizing.”

Heat makes its way to your cheeks. Even if you try to glance away, Seungmin gently shakes your chin so you look back into his green eyes.

“I let you go once, but I was a child, and I didn’t know any better. But now, as a man, I’m not doing it again.” Seungmin leans down and tilts his head. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

You’re worried that breathing will ruin the tension, but you whisper into his lips, “Yes.”

“Good.”

He breaks the distance easily, molding his lips with yours. He presses so close against you that your breasts squish, but you like the warmth of his body on yours. His lips are confident, but not overwhelming. You let your mouths slide and angle until they fit like a puzzle piece, smacking and licking until you’re lolling your tongue out.

Everything about Seungmin is soft. His lips, his tongue, and his mouth. So many people have made horror stories about how rough and scaly The Grinch’s skin is, but as you run your hands through his messy hair, even that is smooth in your grip.

Seungmin places one hand behind your head so he can kiss you deeper. Spit mingles on your tongue and you can’t help yourself to taste more. You suck gently on him, hearing his surprised gasp and feeling his hand tighten in your carefully styled hair. 

You giggle. “Bet you don’t get that on the mountain often.”

Seungmin has a type of look in his eyes that seems delighted and devoted. “They don’t have anything like you anywhere.”

You laugh again, attacked with his lips and teeth. His lips trail down until they find your breasts. Both of his hands grope you, stealing a whimper from your lips.

“Your dress is splendid. You don’t have any idea how hard it was for me to keep my eyes up.”

You don’t laugh with the moan caught in your throat, so you smile. Your hands thread in his hair again and he kisses your chest, nipping at the fat and sucking it into his skin.

Seungmin is eager to do more. He wants to pull your dress down until your tits pop free, hard, and begging to be bit. He’d swirl his tongue on your bud until it’s red with sensitivity, switching to the other one while twisting it between his fingers.

But it’s cold. He can feel your beautiful body trembling from the snow and hear your chattering teeth.

If he straightens up to press against you, he’s sure you’d feel his hard-on. Seungmin has a feeling you’d let him take you right now, but he’d rather take you somewhere warm. Where you don’t have to worry about getting hyperthermia.

You whine when he pulls away. The saliva on your skin begins to freeze almost immediately and you shiver.

You know your panties are wet, but it feels uncomfortable in this weather. 

“Why did you…?”

Seungmin looks at you as if you’re crazy. “Martha, I can see your breath. As much as I want to, you’re gonna have to screw this green freak later.”

You roll your eyes and smile, correcting your coat and wrapping your arms around yourself. “I suppose.”

Seungmin smiles at you, wrapping his long arms around you and pulling you in. Contently, you lean on his chest, hearing the steady rhythm in his chest. And for the first time ever, you hear him humming a Christmas carol.

And what happened then? Well, in Whoville they say… that the Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day.

[shiggyscumrag]

Studying can't wait, and neither can he

Synopsis: Boyfriend Bokuto comes over to your dorm when you’re in the middle of studying for finals. He sees that you’re visibly stressed and decides to help you under your desk while you study.

Authors Notes: I recently reblogged a bokuto smut where bokuto finds out you're wearing strawberry shortcake panties and eats you out to filth, but you're just buddy ol pals and I love that- so I was inspired~

There are two words that every college student dreads. Finals Week. You are in fact one of those college students that is absolutely dreading the hellish week. You know you need to study, but you really don't want too. You've been pushing it off for the last week and the deadlines are drawing near. In an effort to be responsible, you stop procrastinating and decide to study.

You shout to your roommates that you're studying and to not bother you. They agree and wish you luck. You smile say thanks and get to work. Popping in your headphones you tune out any distractions. That is until your boyfriend decides to make an unsolicited visit. No texts. No calls. Just shows up out of nowhere.

Startled would be the nicest way to put it when your boyfriend busted open your door shouting your name and giving you a hug. You did scream. You can tell your roommates tried to stop him by them standing in shock in the doorway. They looked at eachother and back at you. Seeing your sully expression they spoke first.

"Uh...we'll let you guys talk this one out!" One of your roommates spoke up while pushing the other towards their room out of sight.

Bokuto looks and closes the door before turning to you.. He had jumped at your yelp and immediately apologizes. "Y/n! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!" He goes in for a hug that keeps you seated in your chair as you let out a long sigh. Swiveling around you give him a stern look.

"It's okay, I know you didn’t mean to scare me. You didn't give me a warning though! You just busted in here out of nowhere while I was trying to study!" He stood before you with a sickly cute frown and puppy dog eyes. You felt bad about scolding him for just trying to be a loving boyfriend. You stood from your chair and put your hands on either side of his face holding him close. "Look, I'm not mad. Just remember to send a text next time okay?"

He nodded profusely while holding your hips bringing you in for another hug. You squeeze him tightly for a few seconds before pulling away.

"I have an exam tomorrow and I really need to study. You have two options." He looks down at you as you hold up two fingers. "One. You can sit on my bed and wait patiently for me to get done then we can cuddle and watch a movie when I'm finished." He immediately nodded. "Option number two is that you can go back to your dorm and I'll text you when I'm done."

"No, no I'd rather sit here with you and wait. I like your company even if you aren't saying anything." Dear god he is so precious.

"Okay. Here's some headphones you can use and feel free to also use my blanket. It's a little chilly." You said pointing to the blanket rolled up on top of your mattress.

"Okay!!" He said planting a kiss on your cheek and practically hurling himself onto your bed. The screams of the springs make you cringe but you can't help but smile at his pretty face.

Turning around you get back to work and start to shuffle through your notes trying to find that specific paragraph that has the answers to your last topic for the exam. You've been looking for this stupid section for at least 10 minutes, flipping and flipping pages without any luck. It should be here. You remember writing it down, so where is it? You can feel yourself tensing up but you can't stop growing more furious by the minute. Letting out many sighs and groans of distress you shouldn't be surprised when your boyfriend comes down and gives you a hug from behind and plants kisses on your cheek.

"Not the time Bo." You cut him short of his affection. You're in the zone and plan to stay there until you find that god damn paragraph.

"You seem upset. It's not good to study when you're upset. You won't remember anything other than being mad." Your heart swells at the way he says it. You can feel the hurt laced in his voice, the concern.

"Bo, I have to. If I don't find this part there's a good chance I'll fail this exam tomorrow." You shake your head turning to him. "I know you're worried about me being stressed but I'd be more stressed if I wasn't studying. I just need to find this section and I promise I'll give you attention and take a break." You try to turn around but he holds you in place, his and your face nose to nose.

"What if you took a little break? It'll help you calm down enough to help you study after. Maybe even help find that paragraph cause your head will be clear." He looks like a kicked puppy with the pout on his face.

"Fine, but only five minutes. You wanna cuddle?" You ask looking up at him.

"No. I wanna eat you out." How crass. He states that as if it was obvious! His hands make their way towards your pajama pants.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what?" You say startled grabbing his hands. "What's all this about? I thought you just wanted to cuddle and watch a movie?" Looking down at his face you can see a little sparkle in his big bright eyes.

"No, you said we could cuddle and watch a movie. Which I'd love to do, but I'd also love to eat you out." He said hands massaging your hips. The feel of his tight grip has a shiver running up your spine, or was it the cold air from the fan? Either way, his handsome face was pretty convincing.

"Okay, but like you said only five minutes. And you better make me cum." You say teasingly, a small smirk on your face as you lift your legs over his shoulders.

"When have I not sweetheart?" A smirk spread across his cheeks as he starts peeling off your shorts. He flings them over his shoulders when he finally gets them off making you chuckle as he takes in the fact that you weren’t wearing any panties. “Naughty naughty girl.”

Before you could retort back he dove down and all you could do is let out a squeal. Tongue flicking up and down on your clit as his middle finger circles your hole. You gasp as his middle and pointer finger sink into your pussy. Pumping slow and steady at the same pace of his tongue sucking on your clit. You check your timer and it’s down to 3 minutes 26 seconds.

“Three minutes bo.” Your voice gives out on you in this moment, your statement coming out in between pants. Your hand finds his hair digging into his scalp a little harder than anticipated. Bokuto can’t help the groan he let out, you sounded so pathetic. You looked so strung out from his tongue and two fingers alone. He always loved watching you take his cock. He groaned against your pussy again as his cock throbbed hard against his other palm.

Your head rolls back as his fingers begin to curl delicately, desperately against your walls. You clench around his fingers hard. It feels so damn delicious.

“Don’t fucking stop!” You beg beginning to grind against his face. He closes his eyes trying his best not to cream his pants. Sucking a little faster and pumping the same steady rhythm, going opposite of your hips. You see white as you feel your walls spasm against his fingers. Fuck.

“Bo I’m cumming!” You whimper out. He doesn’t stop. He keeps going until you shudder under his touch a little sensitive but mainly horny. You pull his face out of your pussy and he finally looks you in the eyes. He’s love drunk.

“What are you doing? The five minutes isn’t up!” He stammers coming up from between your legs and kisses you hard.

“You could masterbate over my pussy?” You stop leaning over to check the timer.

“A minute fifty five left.” You say almost like a question. He can’t resist when you flutter your pretty lashes up at him.

He finds himself standing up and pulling his dick out in less than a millisecond. He’s stroking himself over your pretty swollen pussy running against your red clit. You let out a tiny moan, not wanting your roommates to hear these antics. You both find each other’s eyes, list filled tension filled the gap between you. Even with the cold fan pointed right on you both, you were both hot to the touch. Right as the timer goes off he moans slightly to loud and busts all over your clit. You moan quieter than him and grab his throat pulling him into a deep kiss. You fumble for your phone to turn off the alarm and separate from the kiss.

[elssero]

it’s cold by the time he meets you on the roof, you should’ve worn something warmer, you should’ve known you were going to be waiting longer than the ten minutes sero said you would.

it’s stupid, it’s stupid how long you wait for him, it’s stupid how you let yourself get cold, it’s stupid when he finally sneaks through the roof door, it’s so fucking stupid. but you let yourself wait.

you think back to the beginning, how he’d caught you up here on your own after a particularly bad day, how you’d let yourself be comforted by him, consoled by him, held.

how it became your little ritual, he’d told you to meet him back up there tomorrow, same time as that night. how he’d done it again and again, to the point that the words never needed to be said, just a quick goodbye and a ‘see you tomorrow.’

you think about how you’d turned down plans, said you were busy, just so you could spent a few hours with him in the dark. it’s stupid.

you should’ve known really, the touches in silence, the whispering when no one was around, how he’d only give you a small wave when he was around his friends, how he brushed off their questions as him ‘just being nice.’ you should’ve known.

how could you? when he spoke to you like that, he liked the way you wore your hair today, he loves your eyes, he’s just a little shy to say more than hi when your around others.

so you let it go on, you let him make you smile, you let him get closer to you, maybe too close. you hate how it becomes the highlight of your day, how it seems to add nothing to his.

maybe that’s harsh, maybe he did seem genuinely upset when you had to cancel for finals, maybe he did miss you, maybe he just missed feeling you. he can’t, not when he’s seen with others, touching them the same way he would you, at the same parties he dismissed you for. he can’t miss you all that much.

the visits become less often, going from daily to maybe once a week, it doesn’t happen overnight, rather over the course of a few months, until you find yourself no longer expecting his messages, no longer expecting to see him, despite wishing nothing more.

you’ve tried to stand your ground, fight the smile on your face when he asks to see you, fight the way your legs seem to move on their own-

but not tonight, not anymore.

you hear him before you see him, how he climbs the side of the building, it reminds you of a night a couple weeks ago, how quickly he’d jumped from the roof at the smallest noise from the door, he’d ran. he’d ran because he didn’t want to be seen, didn’t want to be seen with you.

you feel him before you see him, when he wraps his arms around your shoulders, your legs hanging from the side of the building- “you shouldn’t sit so close to the edge angel- your quirk isn’t made for falling”

it’s stupid, the nickname is stupid, the way he somehow makes you feel incompetent but also so safe is stupid. you can’t- he can’t.

“i don’t think we should do this anymore.”

it’s a beat before he answers, you still haven’t seen him, but you feel his hands drop from your shoulders, the step back he takes as you stand up, ready to leave.

“wait- what?”

you’d been clear, he doesn’t need anymore than what you’ve given him, he can work the rest out himself. you don’t even get past him before he’s grabbing at you- a hand grasping yours, the other pulling you by the waist.

“what are you talking about? angel- cmon what’s got you upset-” upset, your not just upset, you’ve spent time being upset, infact your done being upset, you’ve accepted this, it’s over.

“it’s nothing- i just don’t think this is working anymore-”

maybe it’s the way he looks at you, or the way he’s holding you, grasping, pleading. it almost makes you stay, makes you move closer to him, be held in his embrace.

“it’s- whatever it is- we can work it out- angel-”

he doesn’t get the last word out before your pawing his hands off you, releasing yourself from his grip, his face falls even further.

“cmon- your not actually being serious-”

but you are, and he knows it too, it’s the look in your eyes, your not waiting for him anymore.

[bleedingichorhearts]

“𝐈’𝐦 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬…” {2/2}

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: I believe the Big Blue has the worst abandonment issues. He was a single, loyal Primarch there for a second wasn’t he? Also, some of these Primarchs were kind of hard to appease.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: The “Primarchs” reacting to you saying “I’m too old for this.” Simple as that.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

+@c-u-c-koo-4-40k.

TW // Slight Angst.

|°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| |°ɪᴄʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴀᴏ3°| |°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°| • {Part 1}

Angron; “The Red Angel:”

Angry boi, angry boi… is not angry at you for saying such. How can he be? Life can be like a slave to one’s soul. He understands you in a way, not of your words, but the possible meaning behind it. He might… ponder with you on it, on your simple words. His nails ticking at him, but it’s nothing compared to the thought of your impending fall. Perhaps he shall hold you closer? No… no.

Roboute Guilliman; “The Avenging Son:”

Pauses in his work to look up at you. Those tried, pretty blue eyes of his roaming of your figure in sudden deep thought. A thought he had never really considered much since— He hums, finally standing up from his work and coming over to sweep you off your feet and nuzzle into you; inhaling your scent. He doesn’t wish to be alone once more…

Mortarion; “Death Lord:”

Surprisingly scared of your words. Something akin to his 9th brother. He doesn’t wish to hear you say those words again. He gets goosebumps just thinking about it, and might have a secret depressive episode only you can cure. Tell him how much you are doing; how well you are doing, not the opposite, please? He doesn’t wish to loose so much…

Magnus The Red; “Crimson King:”

Would also hear your words through warp, your soul, and it’s only then does he truly realize your mortality. He knows you’re mortal, yes, but he just… he didn’t think it would be so soon to realize the extent. Don’t be too surprised if you see him trying to commune with the warp more than necessary to rid you of your mortal shell…

Horus Lupercal; “The Lupercal:”

This man. This man knows what to do, and do you know what he does? Pampers the shit out of you: would make you stay in bed, massage you, anything to make sure you won’t say those words again. Though, the thought haunts him, and may drive him a bit… “passionate.”

Lorgar Aurelian; “The Urizen:”

Would stare at you like you had two heads. You? Old? Nonsense! You speak of nonsense! He worships you nearly everyday: 24/7 how could you claim yourself “old?” Would he have to show you what beauty you hold? What creation and power you wield? Well… he wouldn’t mind showing you again and again until you’re the brightest, glowing star in the his galaxy.

Vulkan; “Lord of Drakes:”

Another that says “You? Old? Nonsense!” This giant of a drake stuffy will swiftly pick you up in his arms (maybe do a twirl) before giving you a gentle kiss. Letting you sit on his arms as he will carry you around within his arms the rest of the day. No, you are not leaving him, no matter how hard you whine. He doesn’t like the thought of something he cherishes very, very dearly leaving him so soon…

Corvus Corax; “The Raven Lord:”

Yet another that unfortunately stares, and is… unsure of your words. There is an ache in his chest, a certain well known pain… He isn’t oblivious of your mortality, but he’s not sure if he should acknowledge it either. You might find some of his little crows surrounding you more often, and that’s when he’ll acknowledge it, and perhaps his sons will too. Crows take care of each other after all.

Alpharius & Omegon; “The Last Primarch:”

Hits them harder than you think. They have… shared you within the legion. You cuddled them, no matter who it was. You entertained them, no matter what they did. They didn’t think too much on your mortality, but now they definitely are. Perhaps they can find something in their blackmail archives to ensure your life? They don’t like to loose many… like Omegon.

[satsugacafe]

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞…

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Can you do a dating head cannon for Aizen Sosuke just like Uryu Ishida??? I love your work!!! Keep going

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I tried not to make this sound yandere because dating Aizen either way borders yandere behaviour—he’s a possessive meow meow. And thank you 🥺💜

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: possessiveness, mentions of people dying, missing and injured, manipulation, overprotectiveness, toxic jealousy, yandere behaviour

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: Dating Aizen as a human without powers.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

➽ Aizen wasn’t interested in humans until he met you. You were a mystery—ordinary to the untrained eye. He found it amusing how you didn’t flinch when he spoke or moved with that unnerving precision of his, even though you couldn’t feel his spiritual pressure.

➽ He orchestrated your meeting as he did with every situation in life. You thought it was a coincidence that a charming man with impeccable manners helped you with your bags outside your workplace. Aizen never mentioned he’d spent weeks timing when you left your workplace to perfectly encounter you.

➽ It was funny when the Arrancar learned about you through Aizen, and one of their newest line of duty is to look after you in his absence. Everyone simply gawked at him as though he’d officially gone mad.

➽ While you’re fast asleep, a few of them would patrol the area or sit on your rooftop, guarding you from any enemy or Hollows. Grimmjow hated being assigned to keep an eye on you. Always muttering about why the hell they had to protect some random human. Of course, Aizen was never one to appreciate any comments being many about you, would correct Grimmjow.

➽ His amusement at your human clumsiness was thinly veiled. He’d help you up anytime you fell with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. It is a reason why he keeps a constant watch over you—your injuries are quicker obtained through clumsiness than a Hollow attack.

➽ He wasn’t entirely secretive about his shinigami identity. He’d let small hints slip, like when he handed you a necklace he claimed was a “ward against ill intent.” You didn’t realise it was a subtle kido-infused charm until one day, you avoided a speeding car by inches without understanding how you’d managed it.

➽ The first time he invited you to Las Noches for dinner, you assumed it was a high-end restaurant until you found yourself in a massive white fortress in what appeared to be the middle of a desert. “It’s a private venue,” he explained smoothly, ushering you inside before you could question how you got there.

➽ The Espadas didn’t know what to do with you. Ulquiorra stared at you like you were an insect under a microscope, quietly asking Aizen later, “What purpose do they serve?” Aizen’s reply was typically cryptic: “Some things require no purpose. They exist, and that is enough.”

➽ After your trip to Hueco Mundo, and liking the Espada uniform, you asked if you could have one to match his and to your surprise, Aizen gifted you a well-tailored uniform similar to his under the guise of ‘your loyalty and devotion.’

➽ At some point, you did become aware of his Shinigami nature because you were dating Aizen. He finds it endearing when you wish him good luck on any trips or fights he head off to, gift him a ‘good luck’ kiss or item and tell him to return safely.

➽ He would never admit that your genuine concern makes his heart flutter. In honesty, Aizen didn’t need any good luck, but he does find it sweet how your human compassion extends so easily to a being that wasn’t human in the slightest. Made you all the more…gullible. Sweet.

➽ His forms of affection are rather simple. Expect him to cup your face and brush his fingers over your jaw or cheek while holding eye contact. Occasionally, his arm would slip around your waist as he pulled you closer and brushed a few hair strands out your face.

➽ He likes to watch you sleep (like the whole Edward and Bella thing) because he finds you fascinating when you sleep. Maybe you sleep talk and he’s able to conduct an entire conversation. There are times when he would lightly trace patterns with his fingers over your skin.

➽ If you do, on the rarest of occasions, wake up to meet him beside you, it’s due to him joining your sleeping form during a late-night visit and he saw you curled up, alone. Should you blush, he’s going tease you. “Does my closeness leave you erratic? That’s good—only I can have such an effect on you.”

➽ You have the fortune of experiencing the unpredictability of his affections which leaves you on the edge, wanting more. One moment you two are talking in your kitchen while the tea is brewing, and the next, you’re pinned between him and the counter as he holds you both tenderly and possessively while his lips devour yours, whispering how crazy you drive him.

➽ You occasionally, or rather, often caught glimpses of his darker nature. Any time you’ve mentioned a worker or a random person who caused you discomfort or problems, the next day you would learn of them in the hospital or vanish off the earth (buried six feet under or cremated).

➽ If ever you brought up it, he would smirk and whisper something about how the world may forgive but does not forget, for those who wrong others, must accept their punishment.

➽ It’s quite obvious that he has a possessive streak about him. Doesn’t appreciate when others approach or conduct conversations, believing they have a chance with someone he considers ‘his.’ Loves to repeat that you are his on a daily, either subtly or boldly.

➽ So, for the sake of people’s livelihood, don’t let anyone flirt with you. Aizen would kill them—not in front of you, of course. His jealousy is like the calm before a storm.

➽ Now we know he doesn’t appreciate weakness or dependency, however, you’re the exception. You’re human and powerless. You need someone to save and keep you safe—you’re nothing without him. So, who better than him? That’s what he reiterates in your head constantly. There isn’t a soul capable of deserving you.

➽ Aizen indulges your curiosity within limits. When you asked about his past, he diverted with eloquent vagueness. If you inquired about his line of duty as a Shinigami, he would skim the surface along the lines of, “creating a newer world order.”

➽ Constantly reminds you that you don’t require anyone else but him—he was all that you need and want from the moment he walked into your life. If you ever show signs of needing another…that person is a poof of dust.

➽ Now, at the same time, he admires your strength and independence as you navigate your daily life as simple as it may be. Aizen knows for a fact that if anyone spoke or interacted with him the way others did with you, they’d be dead. So kudos to your patience and strength. He respects it.

➽ You can expect some words of wisdom from him on a daily notice. Waking up to find a letter neatly folded on your vanity or pillow. Sometimes a poem about the beauty of life and turmoil. This leads to lots of philosophical debates in your spare time—quite a headache because he always has a response for every counter.

➽ Despite his calculated nature, he had his moments of genuine humour. When you accidentally spilt tea on one of his pristine white haori, he looked at the stain for a long moment before quipping, “Perhaps I should consider black. It’s far more practical, don’t you think?”

➽ He let you tease him, though there was always a subtle line you never dared to cross. Once, you jokingly called him a “control freak” while rearranging your bookshelf. He only smiled faintly, replying, “It’s not control if it’s destiny.” You thought he was being dramatic; he thought he was stating the obvious.

➽ You never fully understood why he chose to stay with you, a perfectly average human, but Aizen seemed genuinely intrigued by your existence. Though, you weren’t blind to the fact that he was hiding things from you—big things—but you also knew he’d share them when he felt you were ready.

➽ Despite being human, he does test your loyalty and devotion towards him, putting you in situations where you have to prove your commitment, or having you express how helpless you’d be without him in your life.

➽ In the meantime, you let yourself enjoy the absurdity of dating someone who could probably rewrite reality but still found time to argue with you over whether tea should be poured before or after the milk. Or, in Aizen’s words, “Tradition is tradition. Tea before all else.”

©satsugacafé 2024: no permission to repost, plagiarise, copy or translate my work onto any other platform or this one.

[goldsbitch]

Twelve grapes

Ladies, gentlemen and everyone in between, above and beyond. Entering a new era - lestappen. I guess it hits everyone at some point.

I wish you all a happy 2025, may it be filled with exciting races and storylines. I invite you to read a short prologue for my upcoming series.

There was something different in the air that one night. More magic than you'd usually find during New Years Eve. Must have been faith herself, pulling few extra strings and having this specific group of girls, who hadn't known each other prior to that evening, crumpled up under the table.

The wine, that had flown freely the whole evening, got replaced by the original form of the fruit- a massive bowl of grapes sitting in between the circle. The new year was about to enter and somewhere around Europe, under a random old wooden structure, that looked like it was about to fall down under the weight of all that laid on in, wishes were about to be made. The girls hardly remembered each other's name - one got dragged to the party by her friend (insisting that she ought to stop wallowing about that one guy who had his hair a little too long for this decade anyway), the blonde one got ditched by her older sister and followed this group after meeting them in the bar. Another one was visiting the town with her parent and the next one was on a student exchange programme. All of them were pretty sure they'd never see each other again. But this is what brings the true charm of girl power. Leaving all the older people and annoying guys behind, they followed the Spanish one, who introduced the tradition of eating twelve grapes during the last seconds of the old year. Fueled by one shared wish - to find the one. May the new year be the one they fall in love, madly and happily this time. Stop dwelling on the past and allow new stories to start. There were giggles, hopes, dreams, and knees bumping into each other. Unburdened eyes full of anticipation. Maybe this year would finally the one for the one.

"Ok, ok - is everyone ready? Grab a few grapes so that we don't all kill each other. And get the wishes ready!"

"Who's watching the time? I didn't bring a watch!"

"I have it and we're nearly 30 seconds in!"

They had to almost shout at each other, other people in the room, the ones not curled up under a table, making enough noise to surely be heard in the apartment above.

The Spanish girl finally spoke up, taking the initiative of the chaos in her own hand.

"Girls, girls. Calm down everyone. We gotta get ready. So we all agree - we'll go and make a wish for all of us to meet the perfect guy next year!"

"Who's gonna start?"

"Guy, I am not ready!"

"Ok, fine, I'll go first - tell me when!"

"15, 14, 13. -go!"

"My dream guy will be passionate!" yelled the Spanish girl entusiastically and shoved one piece in.

First grape in, 11 to go.

The girl on her left followed quickly. "He will be brave, not afraid to tell me he loves me!"

2 in, 10 to go.

"Succesfull, a winner!"

The shy one was finally on to speak, fighting the breath that got stuck in her throat.

"Go on, go on, we're behind on time!" one of the girls cheered, laughing, because it really didn't matter if they got it right.

"FIne, he'll have beautiful eyes!" A wave off muffled "Awww" hit, as they tried not to gag on the ongoing stream of juice and peels.

"Yes, and he will dress well!" shouted one.

"Um - I don't know - eh, he'll hate the cold!" followed another.

"What? Why?"

"I really don't wanna live in the cold..."

"Guys, we gotta move! No sidetracks!"

"I want someone curious!"

"Sense of justice-"

"-A bit of a bad boy!"

"How many was that?"

Cheers of the crowd outside of the table broke in. New year was finally here.

The blonde one was nearly choking on her grapes and laughter. "Eight, we need four more!"

"Fine, uh, make him cute and sometimes shy!"

At that point, they were just chugging grapes in, barely keeping score of how many they'd actually taken from the big bowl, which was emptying quickly.

"Obsessed with me!"

"Ten, two more!"

"Nice eyes-"

"We said that already!"

"Fine, uh, he'll be sensitive!"

"One more, one more, grab a last grape and we'll do it together! Uh, I don't know, what will his favorite color be?"

"Red!-"

"Blue!-"

Two of the girls shouted over each other, making the rest laugh, if they hadn't been already.

The Spanish one concluded. "Nice, that's all! Everyone take one for red and blue!" With that, the last grapes were chewed.

Faith does work in funny way. Wishes often come true, but rarely in the form you imagine they would. All of the things they wished for got granted. But perhaps not immediately. Who knew wished skip the generation. The last girls to crawl back from under the table would meet again one day, many times in fact. However, they'd never realize it. Charles Leclerc's mother would never know she had just clinked the glass of none other than the future Max Verstappen's mom.

[tgmsunmontue]

PROMPT TWENTYNINE - "Christmas at TOPGUN"

29 December 2024 - 1/3 parts (30th and 31st December are posting schedule)

(Set prior to events of TG:M, post break-up and making up).

…          …          …

              Jake gets in on the 23rd, not having anything better to occupy his time before he starts his stint as an instructor at Top Gun in the New Year. When he reports in Admiral Anderson stops him just before he manages to escape and he grits his teeth, wants to shower and collapse into the likely hellishly uncomfortable bed in his as yet unseen base accommodation.

              “I’m hosting a dinner at my place; for all the instructors who can’t get leave or simply have too far to travel to be with family. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

              Jake thinks that’s a very diplomatic and roundabout way of saying alone, but he accepts regardless, fairly certain that sitting in the quiet of his new base accommodation and nursing a bottle of bourbon is not the way to go; along with the fact it sounds closer to an order than an actual invitation. He can’t even use the excuse he’s recently single, the break-up eighteen months ago now. He’s tried to keep himself busy, distracted, letting his leave carry over and accumulate, will wait to spend it with Javy or when he’s told he has to take it.

…          …          …

              Two days later, a lot more rested, he knocks on the door to the house of the address Admiral Anderson had given him. His wife is clearly very much into Christmas, the front door decorated with a large wreath and when the door opens it reveals a veritable winter wonderland; except it’s warm with the scent of spices and fresh baked goods and he can see a table set for fourteen people, the tablecloth and runner all very thematic and he lets himself feel a little hope that maybe he’ll start feeling a little Christmas spirit.

              He passes over the bottle of wine he brought with him and Admiral Anderson introduces him to his wife, Mary, pours him a glass of wine and waves him off to introduce himself to everyone. He turns with a smile plastered on his face, ready to make nice and be charming, but all hope drains away as his eyes fall on a person tucked into the corner, clearly trying to become one with the wall and his heart stalls and his stomach drops.

              “Hangman…”

              “Rooster. Been a while…”

              There’s a displeased twist to his lips and Jake feels his jaw tense in annoyance.

              “Yeah, five hun-” Bradley-Rooster-Bradshaw starts before he snaps his mouth shut sharply and looks away. Jake can see the ruddy flush on his neck, the one that appears when he’s embarrassed, or angry or… aroused. Fucked if he knows what it means right now though, and he wonders what he was going to say, thinks about it quickly.

              “Five hundred days?” Jake surmises, and he’s shifting from annoyed into angry pretty damned quickly. Maybe the bourbon and being alone was the better option. Bradley shifts slightly, eyes glancing to look at him before immediately flicking away again. Jake can see how tense and stiff he is but he doesn’t understand what his issue is. He won’t pick a fight, not here, not now. He has forced himself not to keep tabs on Bradley’s movements, wishes he’d maybe been a little more prepared for this.

              “And fifty,” Bradley adds under his breath and Jake glances around, wonders if there is somewhere else they can go. If that’s even a good idea or not.

              “What the fuck Bradley?”

              “What do you mean what the fuck? You broke up with me.”

              “What? No I didn’t. You broke up with me,” Jake hisses quietly under his breath, because he doesn’t think either of them want their past relationship broadcast to everyone here. However Bradley is staring at him like he’s grown another head and Jake imagines his expression is similar. “You said you didn’t want to be my boyfriend anymore…” he bites out, getting a flash of the same hurt fresh as it had happened apparently five hundred and fifty days ago. Because Bradshaw fucking counted the days since he broke Jake’s heart.

              “Yeah, but that’s not what I wanted…”

              “Enlighten me Bradshaw, what did you mean?”

              “Wanted to propose. Said I wanted to be more than your boyfriend, not that I didn’t want to be your boyfriend anymore…”

              He thinks he might throw up, swears under his breath and shoves his wine glass toward the nearest flat surface before heading toward the front door. He doesn’t remember Bradley’s exact words, just remembers going from happy and relieved to seeing Bradley back from being deployed to suddenly being on the defensive. His anger and embarrassment at apparently being far deeper in their relationship emotions wise than Bradley making him lash and snap out, knowing exactly what to say to hurt Bradley the most.

              And now to find out that he’s been wrong all this time?

              He is sick then, makes it far enough from the house that he hopes Mary and Admiral Anderson can forgive him for unintentionally fertilising one of their shrubs. He wipes at his mouth, feels a little shaky and shivery, his coat inside. Except it’s not, Bradley is standing there holding it out, his expression serious.

              “I think we need to talk.”

(Today I learnt that scheduled posts post regardless of whether you queue is paused or not, so some of you may have seen the picture before I finished the fic, but I deleted the post after about 15 minutes... You aren't imagining things!)

[razzmatash]

Unwrap Me

Rating: Explicit 16,918 words Sylus x f!OC Read on Ao3 Summary: Christmas might be over but Calli has one more present for Sylus. A smutty epilogue of the 12 Days of Christmas series. CW: plus sized oc, lingerie, dom/sub undertones, vaginal fingering, nipple play, masturbation, finger sucking, improper use of Evol, bondage, spanking, cock warming, oral sex (both receiving), face fucking, throat fucking, deep throat, cum swallowing, penis in vagina sex, mating press, prone, creampie, aftercare, a bit of a praise kink, biting, marking Minors DNI

Shaking out her curls, Calli took a deep breath before looking at her reflection. She almost didn’t recognize the woman looking back. When Sylus had told her he wanted to enjoy unwrapping his present, she had taken him seriously and put actual time and effort into finding an outfit she thought he’d like. But something she would still feel comfortable wearing. She’d wound up commissioning something in a rush, thankful and embarrassed that the tailor he employed had hired on staff to...accommodate any requests that came from her.

Thankfully, the woman hadn’t asked any questions but she’d been more than a little mischievous when she’d gone to pick up the lingerie. Now that she had it on, she could see why.

The baby doll was sheer with just enough coverage to veil her nipples without outright concealing them. The material was a crimson red across the top but the dye faded into a deeper red that was almost black the further down you went. The ribbon that held the two sides closed between her breasts had been given the same dye treatment. The panties were nearly as sheer as the top, that same deep red which was likely the only reason they weren’t completely see through. To finish the number, black stockings climbed up her legs to end in lace around midthigh.

She’d taken time while getting ready to take things a little further than she usually did. Liner and mascara to help her eyes stand out, a lipstick to match the crimson of her clothes. A dusting of edible glitter across the swells of her breasts. Her curls were loose and free, spilling across her shoulders and down her back. A pair of dark heels that gave her a couple inches but were nothing compared to his height.

Her gaze dropped to the jewellery box sitting on the counter beside her. He’d given it to her the morning of the holiday but had told her to wait to open it until she was ready for him to unwrap her. He wanted her to wear it for him and he wasn’t taking no as an answer. She’d agreed but she wished she hadn’t now that she’d seen it. But she knew that this was the only kind of situation she could wear it in. There was nowhere else she could even remotely consider wearing it.

Brushing her fingers over the gemstones, Calli pushed out a shaking breath before carefully scooping it up. She fastened the clasp around her neck, pleased and a little alarmed at the fact that while it fit snugly around her throat it wasn’t tight enough to hurt. Rubies and black diamonds glittered around her neck and spread across her chest in a lacework pattern that ended in a single dark ruby nestled just at the tops of her breasts.

It was a bold statement that loudly declared she was very much claimed and very well loved.

Twisting in front of the mirror, she tried to find something else to take care of, to stall for a little bit longer, but there was nothing. Appearance wise, she was ready and he was waiting.

She took a deep breath and turned toward the door. He’d like it no matter what she wore but she had wanted this to be special for him. She was trying to make this special for him. He’d wanted her as a gift and she had agreed.

Stepping into the room, Calli looked for him immediately and found him standing in front of the balcony doors. “Sylus?”

“Why here, kitten?” he asked, not turning. “I thought you’d had enough of snow.”

She had. “I doubt we’re going to be going outside much,” she murmured, earning a chuckle. “We aren’t across the Arctic Circle but we’re close.”

“And that matters because?”

“Polar night,” Calli said softly. “I know most people go to beaches or resorts during the winter but they’re going for the sun. You wouldn’t enjoy that much. Since we wouldn’t be going outside when the sun was out, why did we need the sun at all? I chose here because there’s barely a couple hours of sunlight every day so it doesn’t matter as much when we’re awake or not. And....”

“And?” he prompted.

She flushed a little and took a moment to gather herself. “This is supposed to be just the two of us so I thought I’d replicate the last time it was really just us.”

“The snowstorm.”

Yes. Two days alone with him with no responsibilities, no outside anything, had been as close to bliss as she had ever come. “You didn’t want to leave either,” she reminded him.

“That might not be a smart idea, kitten. I might not want to leave here either.”

A risk she was willing to take. “Do you want your present?”

She saw his smile in his reflection in the glass. “Do you want to give me my present?”

He was feeling playful. Wonderful. “Yes,” she said honestly.

Sylus watched the snow fall in the outside lights for a moment longer before he slowly turned to face her. He stopped halfway, staring openly at her.

Calli tried not to shift nervously and kept her chin up, her gaze on him. It was a little embarrassing to put herself on display like this but she had done it before. Not to this degree but it had happened. If she could convince herself this wasn’t any different, maybe she could get through it easier. Maybe. If he said something.

But she heard his slow exhale before he faced her fully. His gaze slowly slid down her body, taking his time. She fully expected him to ask her to do a little spin for him but he stayed silent.

Her eyes widened as his Evol wrapped around an armchair and moved it in front of him. He walked around it to easily settle, his gaze never leaving her. He was making it hard to breathe and he hadn’t even done anything beyond look at her. She wanted to move, to ask him what he thought, to do something, but she waited for him. She knew she had to wait for him.

The longer he stared, the more exposed she felt even though she was fully covered. Her heart was starting to pound and it was all she could do not to take little gasps of air. Her nerves were fraying and she just wanted him to say something, anything, at this point.

Sylus lifted one hand and crooked a finger at her. As if he could tell how close to breaking she was.

Swallowing her nerves, Calli took a step toward him.

“Slowly.”

Of course. If there was one thing she knew, it was that he liked appreciating her when she put herself on display like this. Didn’t matter if it was something he bought or something he just hadn’t seen before. He took his time looking at her, appreciating her, and he wanted her to give him every single second she could.

But it was hard to slow her pace, to keep herself calm, as he lounged in the chair and waited for her. She did her best, silently counting her steps and praying she didn’t break before she got to him.

His expression was pleased as she did what he wanted and stopped in front of him. She was standing between his spread legs, close enough for him to touch. But he kept his hands on the arms of the chair, slowly tapping his fingers against them.

Goosebumps rose on her skin as his eyes slowly slid down her again and she wished she knew what he was thinking. He looked pleased but he wasn’t making any effort to take her, to unwrap her. While savouring her might have been his second favourite thing in the bedroom, she shouldn’t ever forget that teasing was first. He would gladly keep her on edge for as long as she could possibly take it before giving her what she wanted. He would always give it but nights like this took her a bit to recover from.

So it was a good thing they’d be here for a week.

Her breath caught, clogging her throat, when one finger slid against her skin, tracing the top of one stocking. She did her best not to move but her leg tensed all the same as he leisurely made his way. His gaze was back on her face as she struggled to not give in to just this simple of a touch. A maddening smirk appeared on his face that had a flush spreading across hers.

“Needy kitten desperate already?” he murmured, his finger dipping between her thighs before continuing on to the next one.

“Yes,” she whispered. Nerves and anticipation. A giddy feeling in her stomach since she’d picked up the lingerie. The steadily growing want the closer they had gotten to their destination and this moment.

Sylus hummed lowly. “You’re mine tonight, Calliope,” he said, his voice wrapping around her. “That’s my present.”

She didn’t need him to elaborate to know what he meant. Swallowing, she nodded and pushed out, “Yes.”

He inhaled slowly, his hand slipping back to the first leg and curling around her thigh. “You know how to stop this,” he said quietly. “Say it.”

God, if she could barely breathe now, how was she going to last the night? He’d make sure she would but she was going to be an absolute mess by the time he was done with her. “Crow.”

A single nod from him before he tugged her forward a little bit more. “You are mine,” he repeated, his voice deeper as a possessive edge laced it.

“I’m yours.”

His fingers spread against the back of her thigh and one brushed against her ass, making her shiver. “Oh, I know, kitten, and I’m going to enjoy you tonight.”

Exhaling shakily, Calli watched him as he lazily looked her over again. One hand lifted to stroke over the gemstones of her necklace, the rough pad of his finger grazing her skin, and he hooked one finger under the choker. He gave it a tug to have her bending toward him.

He smiled again. “This looks good on you,” he purred. “Better than I expected.”

“Thank you.”

“I should have you wear it whenever we’re together,” he mused, rubbing his finger against her throat. “So everyone remembers who you belong to.”

There wasn’t a single person that saw them in the N109 that didn’t know they were together. A piece like this was more to flaunt that she was his. The thought of wearing this where people other than him could see it both terrified and excited her.

His finger came to rest at the base of her throat and pushed gently. “But I know my kitten and you wouldn’t actually like that much. Maybe I should get another one,” Sylus continued, sounding more like he was talking to himself. “Less than this so that you’ll wear it every day. Something you won’t ever take off.”

Could he feel her heart pounding? At this point, she wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it.

“Would you prefer that?” His gaze flicked up to her face. “Would you like me to get you something that shows you’re mine no matter where you are?”

God, he wanted her to speak? When the hand on her thigh dug in at her silence, she swallowed hard and whispered, “Yes.”

“Liar.”

“I would,” she protested weakly. “Wearing this....”

“Is what, kitten? Finish your sentence.”

“It’s too much,” Calli said, fighting to keep herself from whining. She didn’t think she succeeded. “Where am I ever supposed to wear this?”

“Wherever I tell you to.”

She pressed her lips together and stared at him.

Sylus smiled at her. “You already know I don’t skimp on anything,” he said mildly. “Why would you think I’d do that here? You should be used to it by now.”

She wasn’t. She didn’t even want to think about how much this necklace cost and he wanted to buy her another as if it wasn’t anything. “I’m not,” she said softly, honestly.

“What good is money if you’re not spending it?” he asked her, pulling her a little closer so her legs were pressing to the seat of his chair. “What good is my money if I’m not spending it on you?”

Staring helplessly at him, Calli didn’t say anything.

A hint of displeasure, there and gone across his face. “You’re not allowed to refuse when I give it to you.”

She had to bite her cheek to keep from refusing right now. The look on his face told her he knew she exactly what she was doing.

“You said you wanted it not even five minutes ago, kitten. Were you really lying?”

Her lower lip trembled for a moment before she took a deep breath. “Please make it something I can wear every day,” she said softly. “I’ll never take it off.”

Sylus leaned back from her, his hands sliding away as he considered her. “Never is a long time.”

But it was what he wanted so it was the right answer. She didn’t let him mark her anywhere that she couldn’t hide at work and he didn’t like that. But this? If he gave her something like this, she would always have his mark on her.

He exhaled again and tapped his fingers against the chair. “I’ll figure it out and we’ll see how long you keep it on.”

A thread of annoyance filled her at the thought that he doubted her and she lifted her chin slightly, staring back at him.

He merely smiled in response. “Are you wet yet, kitten?” he purred, making her head spin as he changed the subject. “Or have you been distracted?”

They’d certainly gone in a direction she hadn’t expected but.... A small shift on her feet, rubbing her thighs together. Her panties were definitely damp between them. “A little.”

“Wet or distracted? Use your words.”

“Both,” she admitted.

He reached out again, pushing his hands between her thighs. His palm cupped the whole of her sex before she could even think of parting them for him and he slowly pulled it back, fingers pressing against the damp material. “Only a little,” he agreed. “We should fix that. Show me where you want me to touch you.”

She knew better than to reach between her legs immediately. That wasn’t how this game went. Reaching up, she let her fingers trail along her jaw before slipping down her neck back to where he had already touched her. She traced over the necklace, feeling the smooth surfaces of the rubies and diamonds and shivering slightly. Her touch moved to follow the outline of the necklace where it rested on her chest, slowly moving toward her breasts.

His eyes followed every touch but he made absolutely no move to put his hands back on her. He wouldn’t until he was satisfied that she had shown him everything she wanted. Everything he wanted. But she could see the arousal growing in his eyes as he watched, the hunger burning in him. It was what always gave her the courage to do this for him.

Calli sighed softly as she stroked over her breasts. Even through the fabric of her baby doll, it felt good. She didn’t cup herself immediately, trailing her fingers around her nipples in slowly shrinking circles and feeling them tighten under the touch. It would have felt so much better if she didn’t have the fabric covering them but she wasn’t the one that was allowed to take it off of her. He was the one that was going to do the unwrapping and she had to keep it all on until he wanted it off.

Her back arched as she pinched her nipples lightly, a moan leaving her. She increased the pressure as she heard an approving purr leave him, rolling them between her fingers and tugging gently. It was a poor imitation of what he did with his fingers but it was the best she could do now. Her hands shifted to cup as much of her breast as she could, trapping her nipple between thumb and forefinger to continue teasing them even as she kneaded at plump flesh.

She let her head fall back and her eyes slip shut. Her hands weren’t big enough to hold all of her and she ached for the large press of his hands. His were big enough, made to curl around her and claim what was his. She wanted him to hold her, to play with her, to tease her. His palms were rough and rasped deliciously against her skin, giving her a friction she craved whenever he put his hands on her.

Rubbing her thighs together as she continued to play with her breasts, she could feel arousal dripping from her again. It was slowly building, a combination of her teasing and his watching. It would go faster if he was the one doing this but she didn’t want to ask for that yet.

He had said slowly and it wasn’t aimed solely at her.

Sighing again, she gave her breasts one last squeeze before her hands slipped down her belly. The baby doll was parted enough that she could touch skin here as she followed the hemline, stroking back and forth to make herself shiver. Even with the plush softness of her belly, his hands would still cover so much of her when he grabbed her here. He didn’t shy away from any part of her body, lavishing love and attention on all of her. If anything, he took his time with her soft bits, biting into them, sucking marks on them, digging his fingers in to bruise. More to mark, he had purred the first time she’d tried to shy away from that attention, more to love, more for him.

He made her feel so damn beautiful and desirable every time she was with him. It wasn’t only when they had sex. The way he looked at her....

Calli bit her lip as she slid the tips of her fingers under her panties. She didn’t push them lower and just followed the waistband of them, gently stroking her skin. When she reached her hips, she didn’t even pause before she started back in.

“Slowly.”

She jerked at his deep voice, not expecting him to speak suddenly. Lowering her head enough to look at him, she saw he was focused on where her hands were. She hadn’t even moved them lower but he must have known she wanted more. Her eyes stayed on his face as she licked her lips and let one hand push a little further under the fabric. The other stayed where it was, her thumb slowly swiping back and forth against the curve of her belly.

Shifting her legs apart just enough to get her hand lower, a trembling sigh left her as she dipped a finger between her folds to rub at her clit. Slow circles around it, just brushing over it, the slow tease she liked to do when they were apart and she was thinking about him. When she tried to mimic how he would slowly play with her when they had the time for him to tease her up and hold her on the edge of climax.

“Fuck,” she whispered, biting her lip as she pressed her finger fully to her clit.

“Show me,” Sylus growled.

She slipped her other hand out of her panties and reached further down to pull them aside. A small step to spread her legs wider and let him see what she was doing. Small, insistent circles on her clit that had her thighs quivering with pleasure as she thought about him doing it instead. Of how he could sink his fingers into her and keep that pressure on her clit with his thumb. How he would hold her neck to make her look at him while he made her come on his fingers. How he wouldn’t let her look away or close her eyes as pleasure swamped her.

She whimpered and let her fingers slide down to tease her entrance but it wasn’t the same. Her fingers weren’t big enough to give her the stretch that made her burn. All she could do was swipe them through slick folds and bring them back to her clit to rub it a little harder.

Calli cried out wordlessly when he gripped her wrist suddenly and pulled her away. “Please!” she begged, staring at him.

“Not yet,” he said firmly, slipping her hand out of her panties before pushing away the other one.

Before she could pout at him and try to change his mind, he hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and slid them down. She flushed at the low rumble of approval that left him as he watched the fabric pull away from her pussy and wondered how much of her arousal was clinging to them. She bit her lip when he moved one hand to slide through her folds, dipping the tips of two fingers just inside her before pulling away.

Her breath caught as he brought his hand to his mouth and sucked on one finger. The other hand reached up to hook into her necklace again and gave her a small tug. She didn’t resist, leaning into him and parting her lips as he pressed his damp finger to them. “Suck,” he told her lowly.

Closing around him, she did as she was told, lapping at him to lick away her juices. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, feeling him press on her tongue as he pushed his finger deeper. She didn’t stop as he slowly drew it back and out of her mouth with a wet pop.

He hummed and murmured, “Take them off.”

Her fingers were shaking as she finished pushing them down her legs to pool at her feet. She saw his eyes drop again, hungrily looking at what she had just bared to him. His tongue swiped across his lips and a deep growl spilled out of him.

“Come here,” he said shortly, holding out his hands to her.

Taking them, she stepped out of her panties, too turned on to think about anything as his gaze stayed focused on the dark curls at the apex of her thighs. She forced her fingers to open and let go of him when she was done but she gasped when he caught her hands again to hold on.

“Are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes,” she whispered and wondered if either one of them believed that. She did her best but sometimes she wasn’t good at all.

Sylus smiled at her and pulled her forward sharply.

Gasping again as she fell into his lap, she nearly crashed into him as he didn’t let go before his Evol curled around her. He eased her into position, straddling his lap but keeping her from settling in it. Her head fell back on a moan as his Evol slid between her legs, rubbing against her slick sex.

“Look at me.”

She wanted to whine, to beg him to let her enjoy this, but it was his present. Tucking her chin down to her chest, she met his gaze as trembles ran through her. He was prodding gently at her now, a portion of the mist solidified to ease just inside her before pulling out. Slowly repeating, barely penetrating, just stretching her. She panted softly, fighting the urge to push her hips down to try to take more of it.

A lazy smile curled his mouth as he relaxed back in the chair and let his gaze fall down to her heaving chest. She was testing the limits of that poor ribbon as she tried to breathe and god only knew what kind of show she was putting on for him. His lips twitched up further and she bit into her lip as two more wisps slid inside the baby doll to tease her nipples.

They curled and twisted, not quite enough to hurt, but she wanted to sob from the pleasure he was giving her. He still wasn’t sinking any deeper inside her, seemed content to merely stretch her entrance in a tease of what she was going to get. If she behaved.

She mewled brokenly as a new wisp slid against her clit, her hips bucking forward. Her eyes squeezed shut as a thicker coil wrapped around her middle to jerk her back and hold her in place. “I’m sorry,” she pushed out. “I’m sorry.”

“I know,” he purred, “but you still did it.”

She expected it as soon as he let go of her hand but Calli still made a strangled sound as his hand cracked against her ass. The only thing that kept her still was his Evol wrapped around her. Her thighs quivered as the rest of his Evol stilled against her, teasing her with what she had had by resting against her skin but not moving. A whimper as he smacked her again, the harsh sound filling the room and her ears. She bit her lip, meeting his gaze as the third landed on sensitive skin.

Quivering on his lap, she didn’t move even as she felt the pressure around her waist dissipate and waited for him. His hand was still on her ass, pressing against the spot he had smacked. She swallowed as he squeezed, his fingers digging into her. Inhaling sharply as his Evol rubbed against her again, she kept as still as she could when it pressed between her legs. She wasn’t a fool, she could tell that he’d enlarged it, stretching her further. Still not as much as his cock would once he gave it to her, but enough she could tell.

Her fingers tightened on his hand as he kept it just inside her, no longer easing it in and out. He kept it there while the wisps began rubbing over her again, including the one between her legs. She clenched her teeth, willing herself not to move as pleasure started to fill her again. He was back to watching her, leaned back in the chair and fingers slowly kneading at her ass.

Calli swallowed hard and let him play with her. This was his present after all and she wasn’t going to spoil it for him. But it took all of her willpower to keep herself from moving. She knew how good it would feel to rock against his Evol, to move it against her, inside her, but she really wasn’t looking to be spanked again. It was likely to happen again before the night was over but not so soon. God, she wanted to move though! She was already close and it would feel so good to come around his Evol.

Biting her lip, she tried to breathe as she trembled on top of him. He was still just watching her, his thumb moving slowly back and forth against her but that was the extent of it. He wouldn’t give her anymore than he already was.

Scarlet eyes held her captive as she fought not to orgasm. But it was getting harder and harder. The wisps were a constant pressure against her now, twisting and tugging on her nipples while the one on her clit was firmly rubbing circles. The thickness between her legs had her clenching around it, wanting his cock to stretch and fill her out instead. All of it was pushing her to a climax she wasn’t supposed to give in to yet.

The anticipation was going to kill her. She wanted him to touch her so damn bad. She knew how to tease herself, knew what she liked, and could make herself come easily enough. She knew how to tease her body to keep herself on edge while he watched her writhe. But knowing that this teasing was going to end with him touching her, him taking her? She wanted that more than anything else.

Long fingers curled under her chin and lifted her up. She hadn’t even realized she’d dropped it. “Look at me, kitten,” Sylus said. “You’re doing so good. Don’t ruin it now.”

She whimpered as he pushed deeper into her. “Sylus,” she whined.

He smiled at her, a sharpness to it but she could see how pleased he was. “Use your words.”

“Please let me come,” she whispered. “Please. Please I want to come.”

He considered her as she quivered on his lap. She did her best not to look pathetic but she wanted to come. A small noise spilled out of her as the hand on her ass moved, trailing around her thigh until he could slide it between her legs. It became a shrill shriek as he pushed the Evol deeper inside her and she had to fight against every instinct she had to push back. Her fingers dug into his shoulder as she clung to him, panting desperately.

She felt a tear track down her cheek as he watched her, biting down on her lip in an effort to keep some semblance of control.

Sylus gripped her chin harder and reached his thumb up to pull her lip out from between her teeth. He pulled it down gently before purring, “Give it to me.”

Her moan filled her ears, echoing in the room, as she clenched down on his Evol. He was moving it now, barely, but it was enough. Her breath hitched as a shudder ran through her and she clung to his shoulders with both hands. He hadn’t let her go so she couldn’t throw her head back but her back arched as she cried out in pleasure. It ripped through her with force and left her shaking in his lap.

Whimpers tumbled out of her as he didn’t let up. His Evol was still caressing her, drawing out every bit of pleasure he could and then some.

A gasp left her when the Evol buried in her suddenly disappeared, her clenching muscles left holding nothing and she whined at the sudden loss. “Sylus,” she murmured, “please. Give it back. Let me have it. Please. I-” She snapped her mouth shut when his Evol wrapped around her waist again but hauled her down this time. His cock easily slid inside her, even as she squeezed around him.

Sylus smiled at her as she stared, little mewls leaving her. “Give it back?” he repeated teasingly. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

Calli shook her head quickly. “No,” she pushed out, her voice shaking.

“I didn’t think so.” His voice had dropped into a purr this time.

It was hard to breathe. Her body was still humming from the orgasm, his Evol gently stroking her breasts, but all she could think about was how full she felt. Even with him fucking his Evol into her, it wasn’t his cock. He’d bottomed out in her on that single pull downward, filling her completely. She let her head loll back on a quiet exhale, enjoying him. Enjoying the way he stretched her out.

When the Evol eased up around her, she shifted on her knees to find a better position over her but she stopped as he gripped her thighs.

“Stay,” he said firmly, “and do not come until I tell you.”

Breathing heavily, Calli nodded, unable to find her voice. This was no different from any other time she had cock warmed him. She couldn’t let it be different. It didn’t matter that she was squeezing him in the aftermath of her orgasm. She couldn’t let it matter.

“Kiss me.”

She leaned into him, shivering as he shifted inside her, and pressed her lips to his. It was slow and deep as he let her lead for now. She twined her tongue around his, slipping her fingers into his hair and lightly scratching his scalp. His low rumble of pleasure made her sigh happily and she slowly leaned back from him. “Love you,” she mumbled.

His gaze softened slightly and he rubbed over her lower lip again. “Sit still,” he warned her.

Calli nodded again, purring softly as he gave her a kiss.

“Lean back,” he told her.

Slowly unwinding her fingers from his hair, she carefully moved, acutely aware of how he shifted inside her. She reached back to plant her hands on his thighs and let out a long breath. God, she felt so fucking full.

The hand on her chin shifted down to trail along her neck. He stroked her necklace again but barely lingered on it. It wasn’t until he cupped her through her baby doll that she realized he’d removed the Evol wisps teasing her. But the warmth of his hands through the fabric was far more welcome. Would be even better if he ripped the clothes off of her.

A shiver wound down her spine before she froze as he squeezed her gently.

“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” he said lowly, tweaking her nipples.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Watch me.”

She tucked her chin down so she could see his hands. A breath tumbled out of her at how large they were. It was hardly a new revelation, but seeing his fingers stretched out to cover her, to cup and knead at soft flesh, to see the way she still spilled over him. Not coming was going to be so much harder now that he was touching her.

“So eager,” he chided gently, giving her another squeeze. “So fucking needy.”

A whine caught in her throat. She was this way because of him. He was her only lover and every response she ever gave was because of him.

His smile was sharp again as he watched her quiver on top of him. He cupped her breasts fully, running his thumbs slowly over her nipples. The friction from the fabric made her want to crawl out of her skin after the easy glide of his Evol against her. She swallowed hard as he pinched them between thumb and forefinger, tugging on them.

“You look good like this,” he continued, one hand trailing down her belly and smoothing over her. “All wrapped up and needy for my cock.”

She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, trying not to react to those words, before opening her eyes again.

“So fucking beautiful,” he purred, pressing on her belly a little. “So fucking good at taking my cock.”

“Sylus,” Calli mewled, flushing at the praise.

“I can feel you trying not to come. Felt you squeezing while you came and gripping my cock like a good girl.” He paused for a moment, exhaling slowly as she squeezed him in response. “You like being full and dripping onto me? Making a mess of me?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“I’m going to make a mess of you,” he promised.

God, she fucking hoped so. His hand had come back up to cup her breast and he was switching between firm kneads and playful tugs at her nipples. The muscles in her stomach were jumping with every touch as she struggled to stay still. Her arms were trembling slightly and her fingers were digging into his thighs. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything.

She gasped sharply when he leaned forward, clenching around him as he moved inside her. Her eyes widened as she saw him catch the silk ribbon between his teeth, her breath hitching. She watched as he smirked up at her before he leaned back, pulling the bow loose as he went. Her body shook as the baby doll parted fully and his hands pressed to her belly again.

Sylus let the ribbon slide from his mouth even as he slowly stroked up her body. He wrapped his hands around her waist, purring at the soft give of her body and making her flush more. “So soft,” he praised, rubbing his thumbs against her ribs. “You were made to take me, baby, weren’t you?”

Weakly nodding, she licked dry lips and made a soft, positive noise. Her voice was gone as she watched the desire on his face deepen as he openly stared at her. The adoration was still so overwhelming that she would have tried to hide from it if she could. But he never let her.

“Sitting so pretty,” he continued, sliding his hands up further so his thumbs were under the heavy curve of her breasts. “Giving me my present.”

She was panting softly, waiting for him to touch her again.

Crimson eyes flicked up to her face and his smile deepened. “Look at you,” he breathed. “One orgasm and a little cock warming and you’re already falling apart? How are you going to last the night?”

She really didn’t know. She knew that she had agreed to this, come up with the idea, but she was already on edge and he had only gotten started with her.

He tutted gently at her before covering her breasts with his hands.

She moaned but it still sounded like a whine. “Please,” she begged when he didn’t do more than hold her. “Please, Sylus.”

“What, sweetie? What do you need?”

Him. God, she needed him. “Please touch me.”

“I am. Can’t you feel me?”

Whimpering, she kept herself from pushing into his touch. “More,” she begged. “Please. Can I have more?”

His smile deepened and she cried out as he leaned back into her, resting his chin on her chest for a moment. “More?” he echoed, turning his head to press a kiss to the side of her breast.

“Your mouth,” she pleaded, trembling as his breath washed over her. “Bite me, mark me, use me. Please, I’m yours.”

A low noise rumbled out of him and she screamed as his teeth dug into the soft flesh of her breast. He squeezed her in his hands, holding her still for him. She was panting again as he lifted his mouth from her but his lips moved against her as he said, “Don’t regret saying that, sweetie.”

She wouldn’t. It was his present. She was his present. And she trusted him.

He pressed sharp kisses across the top of her breast, his teeth scraping against her as he continued to nip at her but nothing as hard as the first one. He paused once to suck a red mark that she absolutely wouldn’t be able to hide. He continued his path around her and cupped her to lift her nipple to his mouth.

Calli couldn’t help how she clenched around him when his gaze met hers, his lips a breath away from her pebbled nipple. The pink bud looked almost sinful against his mouth, waiting for him to take it. She saw his brows draw together slightly as she didn’t stop squeezing him but she couldn’t stop. It wasn’t technically moving and he hadn’t told her she couldn’t.

His eyes narrowed at her before his tongue slipped out to swirl around her, ending with a flick. She shivered and bit down on her lip, watching him and fighting the urge to arch her back and push herself into his mouth. He licked her again, the flat of his tongue dragging over her in a slow pass that had her holding her breath.

If he kept up this pace, she was going to pass out.

A faint crinkle at the corner of his eyes to show his amusement before he was closing around her, pulling her into his mouth to suck She mewled softly, wanting nothing more than to bury her hands in his hair and keep him to her. But she clutched at his pants and held on as he kept her in his mouth, rolling her on his tongue. Her breaths came harder as he closed his teeth around her nipple and held her in place while he flicked his tongue against her.

All while he kept his eyes on her face, watching every single reaction she gave him.

Her skin felt like it was on fire, pleasure coiling in her belly. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the thick fullness of him inside her. Every flick of his tongue made her want to push her hips down. Every suck made her want to grind against him, rub her clit against him until she came. She wanted to squeeze him until he came inside her, painting her with his cum before he fucked it back into her.

“Fuck,” she whined, her thighs trembling as she got ahead of herself again.

A wet pop filled her ears as he pulled away from her breast and turned to rub his face against the other. “Don’t,” he warned her, his voice low.

She was trying! She was trying so damn hard!

His teeth grazed over her other nipple and she screamed as he closed his mouth around her areola and bit down.

But that small flash of pain was enough to push her over.

Calli whined as her orgasm ripped through her. Or maybe it was Sylus sharply leaning back from her, dropping his hands as he watched her come on him. She could feel the weight of his gaze but she couldn’t stop it now. Shuddering, she pressed her lips together to try to keep her noises to a minimum. She could feel how she was squeezing him and she wished he would move, give her a little of the friction she wanted.

Taking a shivering breath as the pleasure subsided, she didn’t look at him immediately, staring at his chest. The silence was weighing on her but she wasn’t going to break it first. Couldn’t. Her cheeks were still flushed but it wasn’t just the pleasure that was colouring them now.

“I told you not to come.”

She bit her lip at how low his voice was.

“And you did.”

It was impossible not to make a small noise and she still didn’t look at him. “I did,” she agreed, her voice soft.

“Get down.”

Her legs were shaking as she moved to push herself off him and she was quick to sink to her knees in front of him. Although, she might have collapsed. She wasn’t sure.

“Look at me.”

Another breath for courage and she lifted her eyes to meet his. She didn’t let herself linger on his cock, slick from her cunt, and she didn’t let herself lick her lips. Her hands stayed in her lap but she pressed them against her thighs to keep them from trembling as she looked into his eyes.

His expression was bored but his eyes were hot. Arousal, certainly, but something else. She’d crossed a line he had put down and now she would need to make it up to him. However he wanted. “Open your mouth.”

Oh. She didn’t squirm even though a rush of arousal ripped through her as she knew what was coming. Letting her jaw drop, she didn’t look away from him and waited.

Sylus stared down at her, propping one arm against the chair and resting his chin against his fist. Beyond being a little rumpled from her hands, he didn’t look like she’d just been sitting on his cock. Well, except for his erection being completely free of his pants.

She kept as still as she could but she could feel her arousal dripping out of her. He might not have come yet, but there was a sticky mess between her thighs already. She tried to quiet her breathing, very aware of how she was nearly completely naked in front of him. The sides of the baby doll were hanging off her shoulders, leaving her essentially bare.

“Clean it,” he said lowly.

She shivered before lifting up on her knees. Shuffling closer to him, she didn’t touch him. Bracing her hands against the floor, she leaned over his lap and ran her tongue along the length of him. She could taste herself on him and she hummed softly. Trailing her tongue up to the tip, she swirled it around him and pulled back to swallow the precum she had lapped up.

Exhaling slowly, she opened her mouth again before closing her lips around his head and sucking gently. She curled her tongue around him, licking away every trace of her orgasm she had left on him. Then she slid further down him and did it again and again until he bumped into the back of her throat. She held him there for a moment before sliding back up him.

She pulled off with a hum and leaned in to run her tongue along him again. She froze when his hand slid into her hair and tipped her up to look at him again. She kept her mouth open, her tongue still extended, and waited. A noise left her as his hand slipped down to cup her cheek.

“You’re not done yet,” Sylus told her, turning her back to his cock.

There was no resistance in her as she took him back into her mouth but she moaned faintly as he guided her down him. He rubbed her cheek for a moment before his hand moved back into her hair. She wasn’t surprised at all when he pushed on her, making her take more of him into her mouth. She barely managed to get a quick breath in before he hit the back of her throat.

He held her there for a moment and let her pull back just a little. But it was a small reprieve before he was pushing on her again.

Calli squeezed her eyes shut as he slid into her throat, feeling tears prick at her eyes. She swallowed around him and heard him hiss above her. He pressed a little deeper before he was pulling back. She swallowed again as he slipped out of her mouth, coughing slightly and licking her lips. She barely got her mouth open again before he was tapping against her lips.

Flattening her tongue under him, she took him into her throat this time without prompting and held him there for as long as she could. She didn’t let him fully leave her mouth this time, hollowing her cheeks to suck on his head. He groaned as she swirled her tongue around him before bobbing along him quickly. She could feel saliva dripping down her chin as she pulled away to lick at the thick tip but she didn’t move to wipe it away.

Sylus made a low noise as she pressed open mouthed kisses down the length of him. She shifted on her knees when it became a broken moan when she sucked his balls into her mouth. His fingers dug into her hair and his nails scraped against her. She thought he moaned her name as she sucked on him, running her tongue over them slowly but she couldn’t hear him over her own humming.

Flicking a look up at him, pleasure washed through Calli. His head was thrown back against the chair, a flush across the tops of his cheeks and his mouth open as he breathed heavily. She did this to him. She brought him this pleasure. Letting him go with a wet pop, she huskily whispered, “Use me.”

His fingers twitched against her head and he tipped his chin down to look at her through narrowed eyes.

Running her tongue back up his cock, she sucked on the tip before taking more of him. She moved to take as much as she could without pushing him into her throat and held him there, just at the edge. But she protested faintly when he pulled her away from him and pushed her back onto her heels. “Sylus?” she mumbled.

He pushed out of the chair and lifted her up onto her knees. “Use you?” he repeated, holding her so her mouth was on level with his erection. “That’s what you want?”

She blinked up at him, not sure how to answer that. She wanted whatever he wanted today. She wanted him to feel good. She wanted him to feel good because of her.

“Open,” he said, taking himself in hand and tapping the head against her lips.

Parting her lips, she stuck out her tongue again and hummed as he smacked his cock against her. He eased it inside her month, sliding along her tongue, before he pulled back.

“Keep it open,” he warned her.

Calli nodded.

“You know what to do if it’s too much.”

Her hands came up to his thighs, resting against them before she tapped one of them twice.

“Good girl.”

She kept her eyes on his face as he pushed back into her mouth, his hips rolling slowly but steadily. She made a soft sound and didn’t miss the shudder he failed to hide. Her lips curved upward slightly but she didn’t let herself do anything else yet.

His eyes narrowed at her. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked lowly.

She hummed again, closing her lips around him to suck on him as he slid out of her mouth. She gripped his pants when he pushed in a little faster, bumping into the back of her throat again. Swallowing reflexively, she kept her tongue flat against him and tried to pull in a breath before he could do it again. If this was what he wanted, he was going to make a mess of her fast.

He hummed in response, his thrusts not slowing as he fucked into her mouth. But he didn’t push further into her throat, he kept his thrusts relatively short and didn’t give her everything. He would but he was making her wait for it.

She squeezed him when his free hand pulled one of hers away from his leg, threading their fingers together. It was an oddly sweet gesture to go along with such a lewd act but she held on as he slowly rubbed circles on the back of her hand. He was still staring down at her, the hard edge to his gaze shifting further into arousal the longer he did this.

She wasn’t surprised when his hips moved faster, fucking himself further into her mouth and pushing into her throat. She swallowed around him when he lingered, enjoying the sharp sounds he made each time she did.

“Is that what you want? Is that why you wanted me to use you?” he asked, panting softly. “You wanted me to shove my cock down your throat?”

Calli whined as he did that, pushing nearly the whole of his length into her mouth. She tried not to gag as he didn’t move, the hand at the back of her head keeping her there as long as he wanted, before he pulled out of her completely. She sucked in a breath as quick as she could, coughing a little, and dropping her gaze for only a moment to see the threads of saliva between her mouth and his cock. Her eyes snapped back up when he squeezed her hand and it was the only warning she got before he was fucking himself back in.

She dug her fingers into his thigh and knew her short nails were marking the back of his hand. It was all she could do to hold on as whatever restraint he had was gone. Quick, messy thrusts without fully pulling out of her mouth before pressing into her throat to hold himself there and force her to swallow around him. Again and again. A pattern she quickly got used to and had heat pooling between her legs.

This wasn’t as hard as he could fuck her and, while she appreciated him sparing her throat that, her pussy ached at the thought of how hard he was going to use her later.

No more lewd teasing from him as he swore sharply under his breath, his own grip on her enough to bruise. He didn’t move her head, instead holding her still and steady as he took her. He knew what he wanted and he was going to get it.

She knew her make up was running as tears tracked down her cheeks but she didn’t care. She’d known what she was walking into, known he was going to ruin her well before the night was over. But she didn’t want him to stop. She’d come twice already and she’d told him to use her. She wanted him to come.

The flush darkening his cheeks told her he was close. Would he be stubborn and try to hold out to prove that he could when she couldn’t? Or would he give in after being squeezed by both her cunt and her throat?

Her eyes closed for a moment at the flash of pleasure that filled her at that thought.

“Open,” Sylus growled.

More tears spilled over as she blinked her eyes open and looked up at him as best she could with how he was fucking into her mouth. He was almost never this rough with her and it was lighting her up inside. He was only like this when she agreed to it but this was beyond the usual. Was it because she had given herself as a present? Or because she’d told him to use her?

She heard the telltale hitch in his breathing, the tension rolling off of him, but she still made a noise when he pushed as deep as he could and stopped.

“Swallow it,” he ordered.

She didn’t really have a choice as he held himself in her throat but she felt his thighs tensing under her hand as she swallowed around him before he even started coming. His hand tightened in her hair and around hers, a low moan spilling out of him. His cock jerked against her and she swallowed as he came in her throat. She could feel more tears tracking down her cheeks as he didn’t pull out of her immediately, clearly enjoying himself as he kept coming and forcing her to keep swallowing.

She coughed roughly as he pulled out, slowly dragging his cock over her tongue. She flicked it against him as he slipped out of her mouth, trying to catch the last of his cum clinging to him and swallowing again. Sucking in a sharp breath, she winced at how raw her throat felt and tried to keep herself from collapsing against him. She curled her fingers into his pants and clung to him like a lifeline while her body shook. His hands were still tight on her and she stared up at him, watching as his chest heaved as well.

He recovered first, looking down at her as she sank back on her heels. He let go of her to cup her face with both hands, leaning down to her while he stroked her cheekbones. “Are you alright?” he asked, his eyes moving over her face.

She nodded, still panting. Turning into his palm, she nuzzled against him, just wanting to catch her breath for a moment. “Yes,” she whispered after a moment, wincing as even the one word hurt her throat.

Whining as his hands left her face, it stopped abruptly as his arms wound around her and he lifted her off the floor. Her shoes clattered to the floor and she barely had time to grab onto him before he was laying her on the bed. She stared up at him as he moved back from her, trying not to whine again. But he didn’t go far and started pulling off his clothes.

Calli gripped the blanket as he hauled his sweater over his head, pressing her thighs together as his body came into view. Maybe she could convince him later to let her touch him, to let her play a little. Maybe not tonight but they were here for a while so maybe another night. She licked her lips as he roughly shoved his pants down his legs, not missing the way he was still hard. His stamina was likely to be the death of her.

But her gaze lingered on his cock, not missing how slick it was with both her saliva and his cum. She wanted him again.

“Greedy,” Sylus breathed, stretching out beside her and putting a hand on her shoulder to keep her flat on her back. His touch moved to gently stroke her throat, running back and forth over where he’d just been. “Give yourself a rest.”

They weren’t here to rest though. His cock was pressing against her thigh, twitching slightly, and she knew he was far from done. “But you....”

His eyes narrowed at how raspy her voice was but she couldn’t tell if he was pleased or upset. “I’ll get what I want,” he assured her, leaning over to kiss her slowly. “So you just lay there and rest.”

That seemed like the complete opposite of what he wanted. But she didn’t say anything as he pressed kisses to the corner of her mouth and along her jaw. Soft encouraging noises left her as he kissed under her ear, his tongue laving at sensitive skin. She melted back into the blankets as he continued to gently kiss her, his hand moving along her chest to cup her breast again.

Sighing, she closed her eyes to just feel him as he made his way along her body. His lips followed the same path as his hands, working their way down to her breasts again. Squirming a little as he only gave her featherlight kisses, she did arch her back this time, offering herself. He pushed her back down, a quiet chuckle washing over her skin.

“I told you to rest,” he chided gently. “You’re not being very good at following directions today.”

Her mouth flattened and she exhaled shortly through her nose. Yes, she wanted to catch her breath but that didn’t mean he had to shift gears this hard. He knew she wasn’t going to break if he-A trembling moan left her as he took a nipple into his mouth, slowly sucking on it before letting it go with a wet noise.

“Let me enjoy my present how I want to,” Sylus told her.

She peeked her eyes open and found him looking up at her, mouth hovering over her breast. His hand was full of the other, slowly kneading at her. Closing her eyes again, she made herself relax into the bed. He was right. Just because she’d had expectations for what he would do didn’t mean he was going to do them. It was his present and she- “Sylus,” she moaned as he took her in his mouth again.

Her fingers twitched against the blankets at the long, slow sucks he gave her, swirling his tongue around her nipple with low hums of pleasure. She shivered as he nipped at her, not nearly as hard as before, but enough to make her heart race. His teeth scraped against the soft skin on the underside of her breast and he lingered long enough to work a mark into her.

Could he feel how hard her heart was pounding as he kissed his way over to the other breast to give it the same attention? He must have because her pulse was roaring in her ears while his hand smoothed over her belly again. She moaned as he latched onto her nipple, sucking and licking a little harder than before. But her attention was torn as his hand swept over her belly, stroking out to her hip to squeeze it before coming back in to press on her.

She bit her lip as his hand slid down further and shifted her thighs just apart. Her face heated when he chuckled against her breast, sucking a mark onto the top of it.

“You want another?” he teased, kissing the mark and over her breast. “You want me to make you come again?”

Maybe. Yes. But that was being greedy when she was the present. God, she really was bad at this. “If you want to,” she whispered.

His lips curved into a smile she could feel against her breast. “If I want to?” he echoed, his fingers stroking just below her navel. He hummed against her before taking her nipple back into his mouth and returned to slowly sucking on it. Long, lazy pulls again that reminded her he had all night to enjoy her how he wanted. His hand stayed right were it was, stroking back and forth.

Calli clutched at the blanket again, wishing that it was him under her hands. She wanted to feel the muscles in his back bunch as he teased her, to feel the tension in him and know that he was as on edge as she was. He was so much better at hiding it than she was, but his body always told her exactly what she wanted to know. But she kept them on the blankets because he hadn’t told her she could touch him yet. She wasn’t sure he was going to.

She shivered when he pulled away from her nipple and blew gently on it. He hummed softly before he shifted so he could kiss along her belly but it quickly shifted into bites hard enough to leave marks and more sucking. She was going to be absolutely covered by the time he was done with her which was likely what he wanted.

A startled moan left her when his hand slid down between her thighs to cup her again, his fingers rubbing slowly against her. It was all she could do to keep from closing her legs on him again.

“When do I not want to?” he purred against her skin.

He was still kissing and marking her belly, taking his time as he let his fingers slide back and forth against her slick folds. She knew he wanted her to relax but she was the furthest thing from it as he played with her. Her thighs fell open a little more, a silent plea for more.

Sylus kissed her hip and scraped his teeth against her. “You’re still so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice low as he pushed one finger between her folds to slowly rub against her entrance. “You liked me using you like that?”

It wasn’t something she thought she could handle all the time, especially not with him being rougher than usual, but.... “Yes,” she whispered.

A soft, thoughtful sound from him as his finger teased around her entrance. He kissed along her thigh, feather soft this time. He made his way down to her knee and rubbed his cheek against her before he let it rest on her. She didn’t need to look to know he was watching his fingers moving through her sex. The weight of his gaze was pressing into her but she didn’t open her eyes.

“So fucking beautiful,” he said quietly, making her flush further.

Her eyes screwed tightly shut as his fingers parted her, letting him see just how desperate she was to be filled again. God, she wanted him inside her again. Evol, fingers, cock, she didn’t care. She just wanted him in her.

Sylus kissed along the inside of her thigh, leaving marks this time. He spread her legs further as he settled between them and gripped both of her thighs to keep her open. “And all fucking mine,” he growled, his breath washing over her and making her cry out.

Wet kisses to her labia, sucking and pulling on her enough to make her squirm. His fingers dug into the plush of her thighs as he felt her push to try to close them, keeping her wide open for him as he continued to take his time with her. She whimpered as he kept her exactly where he wanted her, her strength no match for his any day of the week. If he wanted her legs open, they were going to stay open.

She squirmed as his hair tickled her thighs but froze when he turned his head to bite into her leg. “I can’t help it,” she whined.

His tongue flicked against her skin, slowly tracing a line back to her sex. He didn’t say anything and his hands slid down her legs until he could use his thumbs to part her again. “Keep them open,” he said against her, making her shudder, “or I will.”

She didn’t need him to finish that threat. If he did it, he’d use his Evol and she wouldn’t get out of it for the rest of the night. Forcing her fingers open, she felt them shake as she reached down to hook them under her knees. Stars burst behind her lids as he purred into her as she pulled them back a little and kept them spread. God, if she came again before he even really touched her, she’d be so embarrassed. It didn’t matter that she felt sensitive enough to do it, that was a little too easy.

Her inner muscles clenched as he pressed a kiss to her clit, flicking his tongue across it. “Fuck,” she whispered, shaking.

“Soon,” he promised her. “But I need you relaxed.”

She was anything but that! She felt like a live wire waiting to explode. Relaxing was the last thing on her mind. Her teeth sunk into her lip as he kissed down her folds, nudging his nose against her clit as his tongue circled her entrance. But it did nothing to stop the noises spilling out of her as he lapped at her arousal slowly, taking his time cleaning her. Even though he was going to make a bigger mess of her shortly.

Swallowing hard, she quivered as his tongue slipped inside of her, rubbing and licking at what he could reach. He didn’t linger before licking a stripe back up to her clit and circling it with the tip of his tongue. He gently lapped at the little bud before he closed his mouth around her. But when he didn’t suck immediately on her, she rocked her hips slightly.

It earned her a swat and had her stilling.

“Relax, sweetie,” Sylus murmured, brushing his lips against her. “Let me have you.”

Her eyes rolled slightly before she blew out a breath. A consummate tease. That was what he was. He could, and would, have his wicked way with her but he wanted to tease her into oblivion first, have her a limp mess that only wanted him to take her. Have her so desperate and ready for his cock and cum that she’d let him fuck her however he wanted.

She just had to survive getting there.

Her nails bit into her skin as he slid his finger inside her, sucking absently at her clit as he did. There was nothing absent about the way he pushed it in as far as he could and slowly drug it along her walls as he pulled it out. She let out a short breath as he did it again, arching her back and wishing she could push against him. But that would mean letting go of her legs and she didn’t want him to stop.

She moaned as he slipped a second finger inside her, turning his hand so he could push down on her, opening her up as he fucked them into her. Wet sounds filled her ears as her heart pounded with every push. He was still sucking so slowly at her and it made her want to scream. Her legs strained against her hold, wanting to push against him and fuck herself onto his fingers. She wanted to let go of her legs and grab his hair to hold him tight to her. She wanted him to fuck her into the mattress until she was screaming his name.

God, she really was so bad at this.

His chuckle made a breathless shriek spill out of her, almost like he knew what she was thinking. He always knew what she wanted and, even with his face buried between her legs, this was no different. She whined at him as he pulled away from her clit with a parting lick. “Sweetie,” he murmured, pressing a wet kiss to her thigh and chuckling again as it trembled. “You’re usually better than this.”

Was she? She felt like he got his hands on her and she turned into a needy wreck. Was everyone like this with their partner? Did everyone feel this kind of greed when it came to their lover? She had nothing to compare it to and didn’t want to. “Sorry,” she mumbled thickly, trying not to pant as he kept thrusting his fingers into her.

“You aren’t.” Another kiss, this one with a little teeth, before he lowered his head back to her clit and fastened his mouth over her.

She did scream as he hummed against her, his fingers curling to stroke her g-spot. She writhed against him, unable to stay completely still and her hold on her legs wavered. Before they could land on his shoulders, she felt his Evol curl around them and pull them back. Her hands scrambled to stay on them, gripping her knees, before she shuddered as more of his Evol curled around her breasts. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned, tossing her head.

He somehow shifted closer, fitting himself tight to her. His next suck was anything but slow or lazy and had her toes curling in the air. She yelled his name as he didn’t pull away and continued the deeper sucking, pushing his fingers into her in time with his sucks. He was doing it hard enough she felt her body moving but his Evol was keeping her in place, whispering over her skin in gentle caresses.

Whimpering, Calli tried to breathe. This was almost too much. She’d wanted more and he was giving it but she was still only human.

His purr against her as her walls fluttered around him made her twist in a desperate attempt to get away from him. His Evol tightened on her immediately, his hand curling around her body to press flat against her belly and pinning her in place. She cried out as his Evol curled around her nipples, plucking at them in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

Her head spun as he pushed her closer and closer to her orgasm, broken noises tumbling out of her she couldn’t control anymore. She gasped for air and swore she saw spots across her vision.

Screaming his name, Calli barely heard the pleased groan that left him as she came around his fingers. She completely lost the grip on her legs, her hands moving into his hair to hold on and his Evol keeping them up for her. He wouldn’t be budged as he continued to suck at her, his fingers still rubbing against her walls while they clutched at him. Her back arched off the bed, his Evol loosening enough to allow her that, but it kept her in place as she shuddered.

“Please,” she whimpered, tugging weakly at his hair as his fingers slipped from her and his mouth slid down to push his tongue inside her. His nose rubbed against her swollen clit and she jerked harshly. “Sylus, please!”

He didn’t move, greedily lapping at her arousal. He growled deep in his throat when she pulled at his hair again before his Evol slid between her fingers to pull her away from him. She moaned as he caged them together before pinning them above her head but it broke into a sob quickly.

He had her well and truly trapped. Exactly as he had warned he would. All she could do was quiver on the bed as he pushed her past pleasure and into over stimulation. Tears pricked at her eyes, spilling over as everything in her screamed for him to stop.

Panting heavily, Calli stared at the ceiling without seeing it as he finally moved away from her. She mumbled something incoherent as he kissed up her body and she could feel how wet his face was. How wet she’d made his face. She melted further into the bed when his mouth covered hers. She could taste herself on him again and her fingers curled into tight fists. Or maybe it was because of how deeply he was kissing her. Or that she could feel the thick length of him pressing to her sex.

Sylus pulled back just enough to rub his nose against hers and murmured, “I’m not done with you.”

Her head pressed back into the bed as he moved between her legs, rubbing himself along her. “Sylus,” she moaned.

He trailed his nose along her cheek, slowly making his way toward her neck. He kissed the corner of her jaw and buried his face in her neck for a moment, inhaling deeply. “I’ll never be done with you.”

The words made her clench around nothing. The possessive edge to his voice made pleasure coil in her belly again. “I’m yours,” she mewled. “Always.”

He pressed closer to her, his body covering her completely and pushing her into the mattress. Like he wanted absolutely nothing between them. She wanted to touch him back, to sweep her hands down his back, to close her legs around his hips, but his Evol still had a hold of her and it hadn’t budged an inch.

Her breath caught when he closed his teeth around her neck even as his tip prodded at her entrance. She held it entirely as the harder he bit down the further he pushed into her. Even though she’d already had him inside her once, she still moaned brokenly as her body stretched to take him again. She panted desperately as he slowly filled her and couldn’t stop her heavy sigh when she felt his hips flush to her thighs. “Sylus,” she breathed, turning her head slightly to rub her cheek against his hair. It was about all she could do with his Evol still coiled around her limbs

His teeth dug in further, hard enough to hurt and she flinched slightly. He growled against her, pressing his chest firmly to hers. As he let her go, he passed his tongue over her and sighed deeply. “Calliope,” he murmured before hissing softly as she clenched around him.

It was entirely unfair how he used her name against her. He always waited until he was buried as deep as he could get to say it, letting it roll off his tongue with so much emotion that it threatened to pull her under. It always made her think of this moment every time he said it and she knew that was why he did it. She rubbed her cheek against him again, mewling softly as he gave a short thrust.

His mouth moved to her ear and he purred, “Calliope.”

She strained against his Evol to no avail as he kept his thrusts short and shallow, rocking his hips against hers. He was still at her ear, pressing kisses to her and breathing heavily. She kept her cheek pressed to his hair, savouring the only contact she could get. She moaned as he ground down against her on the next thrust, putting pressure on her clit.

She mewled in protest when he pulled out of her, holding himself just against her. His breath was hot against her skin as he slipped the head in, stretching her, and pulling back. She pressed her head back into the bed as he teased her again and clenched around him as soon as he was inside her.

Sylus inhaled deeply before he breathed, “That’s enough.”

Her eyes widened as she watched him push away from her, sitting back on his heels. She wanted to cover herself as he let his gaze wander over her, the look on his face getting more possessive the longer he did. She didn’t know how many marks he had left on her but she could only imagine if he was making that expression.

He licked his lips slowly and moved his hands to stroke her suspended legs. She stared at him as his fingers trailed along her calves before he hooked her knees over his arms and leaned back into her. Her lips pressed together as he planted his hands on either side of her, her ass lifted off the bed as he nearly folded her in half.

The smile that curved his mouth was her warning before he was thrusting into her, driving himself fully into her. There was no time to make any sound as his hips snapped back and did it again, driving the breath out of her as he set a fast and hard pace.

Her nails bit into her palms as she squeezed her hands shut. His hips were smacking into her ass now, sharp slaps that rang in her ears, followed by the wet sounds each thrust caused. She could feel her arousal dripping out of her, forced out every time he drove back in.

Scarlet eyes were watching her possessively as she writhed under him, completely caught with nowhere to go. “This is what you wanted,” he purred, his voice thick. “When you said you would be my present. This was what you wanted.”

She shook her head a little bit. She hadn’t fully known what to expect. Sex, of course. A full claiming from head to toe?

“This is what being mine is,” he continued, not slowing at all. “This is what you want.”

Her toes were curling again, her body already ready to shove itself off the edge for him. It didn’t matter how many orgasms she had had. If he wanted her to have another, it would give it to him. She pushed against his arms, wanting to meet him somehow, but all he did was lean into her more, spreading her further.

“You’re mine to fuck, Calliope,” Sylus said lowly, panting softly around the words. “You’re mine to take.”

She nodded weakly, trying not to sob at the pleasure building in her. She wanted to keep him inside, wanted him to linger so she could squeeze around him, but he kept thrusting, pushing as deep as he could. Claiming all of her and taking what he wanted.

The sob left her when he lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth, greedily sucking on her. She jerked on her hands, wanting them to be free so she could touch him. “Please!” she cried. “Let me-! Please!”

He growled against her but didn’t stop and didn’t let her go.

Calli screamed, her voice giving out as she felt his Evol brush against her clit suddenly. “Fuck, Sylus!”

Low purrs against her breast as she squeezed him, clutching at his cock. “You’re dripping, Calliope,” he breathed, lips moving against her breast. “You’re fucking soaked for me.”

No, no, no. If he started talking to her, she wasn’t going to last.

“You’re taking me so well,” he continued, pushing himself further up her body even as his hips slammed into hers. He kissed his way to her ear, tugging on the lobe.

“Please!” she wailed, gasping as he brought her legs to her chest.

More kisses as his thrusts didn’t slow. The sound of him fucking into her filled her ears and she squeezed her eyes shut. It didn’t help as it was all she could hear but his panting against her neck was nearly drowning it out. “You’re going to be good for me,” he murmured, “and come.”

Her eyes flew open on a gasp, squeezing him immediately at the sudden command. Her breath stuttered in her chest as his Evol rubbed over her clit, circling and flicking it while he drove into her. Did he just...?

“Give it to me,” Sylus breathed. “Let me feel you come around me.”

A broken wail as her body obeyed him, doing exactly what he wanted. Her nails dug further into her hands and she pulled at her restraints to no avail. This climax was anything but gentle as he fucked it out of her, pleasure ripping through her with each thrust.

He hummed in her ear, purring, “Yes, Calliope. Just like that.”

She moaned, trapped under him as her orgasm overtook her. She strained against his hold, her muscles screaming as she pushed as much as she could. Tension coiled through her as he ground into her, rubbing against her clit and making her legs jerk against his arms. Tears tracked down her face again as the pleasure continued to swell, seemingly without end.

But it wasn’t enough to make her miss the fact that he hadn’t come.

He seemed to soak up every bit of it, his thrusts slowing as he pushed himself up to watch her. She was trembling harshly, soft, pathetic noises spilling out of her. Even without his own climax, the satisfaction rolling off of him pressed into her.

Calli mumbled something nonsensical as he fully leaned back from her, letting her legs lower to rest against his hips as he sat back on his heels. He was looking at her again, but she closed her eyes and turned her face away. It was all she could do.

The muscles in her belly jumped when his hands stroked over her, trailing down to where he was still buried inside her. A deep inhale before he was easing out of her.

Her eyes snapped open as she felt the wet rush between her thighs of her own arousal and she lifted her head to stare at him. He was slowly stroking his slick cock, gaze firmly locked on where he’d just been. “Sylus?” she whispered.

He didn’t look at her before he lifted one of her legs and pressed a kiss to her ankle. “Oh, I’m not done with you,” he purred, shifting her leg to the other side of him. “Don’t worry.”

Heart leaping into her throat, she continued to stare as he pressed her legs together before the Evol around her wrists disappeared. Before she could even think to do anything, he was rolling her onto her belly and caging her in again. She dug her fingers into the pillow and resisted the urge to push herself up. Turning her head to the side, she didn’t even try to keep her breathing even as he knelt on either side of her thighs.

“Open them for me,” Sylus said lowly, his cock sliding against her ass.

Biting the blanket, she wriggled on the bed to get her thighs as far apart as she could with him there. Shivers broke out across her as one hand trailed down her back, gently tracing the small bumps of her spine before both hands gripped her ass. She bit down harder on the blanket as his cock slipped back inside her, moaning at the change in angle but her heart trembled in her chest.

This wasn’t a favoured position of his, he much preferred being able to watch her face. But it was one of hers. She’d made the mistake of telling him how much she’d enjoyed it after they’d tried it the first time, how deep he’d gotten inside of her. She hadn’t missed how often he had fucked her like this, purring about how well she took him, how good she felt, how loud he wanted her to be. “Sylus,” she breathed.

He didn’t respond. Not with words at least. A scream spilled out of her on the first thrust and she bit down on the blanket again. She tensed when his hand came down heavily on her ass. “Do not quiet yourself,” he told her, squeezing. “I want to hear you.”

She whimpered against the blanket before letting it go. Panting softly, she waited for him to move again, anticipation humming through her. Another whimper but pleased this time as his hips rolled, giving her a short thrust. Her hands tugged at the blankets as he set a steady rhythm of short, deep thrusts.

His hands moved to her hips, keeping her pressed to the mattress and arching her back enough to shift him inside her. He made a low noise at the keen that left her when he withdrew further and slid back in, stroking over her g-spot. She thought she heard a chuckle as she clawed at the blankets, one leg lifting to connect with him. “Behave,” he teased, squeezing her.

She was going to be lucky to be alive if he kept up like this! “Sylus!”

A tendril of Evol wrapped around her ankle and tugged her leg back down but he didn’t hold her this time. “I know how much you love this,” he said, nearly pulling out before driving back in. “I know how hard you come when I take you like this.”

Pressing her cheek against the blanket, she panted as he fucked into her. The sharp smack of his hips meeting her ass had her flushing but not nearly as much as the wet sounds of him moving inside her. She was too far gone to be embarrassed by it, instead revelling in how aroused he had made her so he could fuck her like this.

“Dripping on my cock and the bed,” Sylus purred. “You’re going to soak right through it.”

If she hadn’t already.

She cracked an eye open when he moved her hair away from her face, tilting her head to try to see him. Calli stared at him as he worked himself inside her, watching beads of sweat roll down his body. His hair was hanging over his face but that didn’t hide the burning gaze that was locked on her. His expression tightened as she clenched around him, nearly coming at how aroused he looked.

Maybe he could hide it better than she could, but not when he was inside her. Those walls came down and she got to see all of the arousal, the tension, the love that was pouring out of him.

His eyes narrowed at her before he leaned over her, letting go of her hips to shove his hands into the blankets on either side of her. “You like what you see, Calliope?”

A quick bob of her head because she didn’t want to try to speak.

His thrusts were quicker now and she was bouncing against the bed from the force of them. But all it did was push her back onto him.

She kneaded at the blankets, panting heavily now as pleasure coiled through her. It wasn’t a slow build. They were well past that. Every stroke of his cock inside her only tightened that coil further, building the fire in her belly that threatened to overwhelm her.

Her eye closed when his body covered hers, his chest pressing tightly to her back. His nose rubbed against her cheek before he nuzzled into her hair. “You are so good for me,” he whispered.

She made a low noise in the back of her throat. It changed into a pleased hum when his hands slid over hers and she quickly opened them as he slotted his fingers through hers. But the gentle touches were completely at odds with the harsh thrusts and the constant smack of his hips into hers.

“Hold on.”

Desperately clutching at his hands, she clung to him. He was pressing against her, pushing her deeper into the bed even as he kept thrusting into her. Even though he had finally given her something to hold onto, he was keeping her from touching him in anyway except the one he allowed.

“Do you have any idea,” Sylus panted against her ear, “how fucking good you feel?”

Only because he told her.

“Do you know how badly I want to fill you up? To have my cum dripping out of you as often as I can?”

Calli shuddered and lifted her head to press back against his shoulder. “Please,” she moaned. God, she wanted that. It was filthy and perfect. She wanted to start and end every day with it.

“You take it so well. You take me so well.”

She squeezed around him. His voice was getting huskier, breaking on words as he drove into her.

“Made just for me,” he breathed, pressing harder against her. “Only me.”

“Yes!” she cried, shuddering. How was he still fucking her so hard?! His thrusts were long and deep and getting faster, but they weren’t as controlled anymore. He had to be getting close to his limit.

His mouth moved over her neck, kissing and nipping, but he was still panting into her skin. “So fucking good,” he breathed.

Arching as much as she could against him, she begged, “Please!”

He shuddered against her. “You want it?”

“Yes!”

“Come for me first,” he growled.

Fuck! She squeezed her eyes shut hard enough to see stars. Or was that because of him? She didn’t care. Her toes dug into the blankets and she clenched around him, her body responding to him immediately.

“Give it to me,” he breathed against her ear.

Calli’s breath hitched before she screamed again as she came. She pushed against him, clinging to his hands, and shuddered as pleasure washed through her. His short curse barely registered as his thrusts faltered as she came around him again, her body doing everything it could to force him to join her. She wanted to feel it, to feel the press of his hips against her as he kept himself as deep as he could, pushing his cum as deep as it could get.

“Good girl,” Sylus said, his voice breaking. “Good fucking girl.”

She mewled softly as his thrusts grew shorter, the smack of his hips on her skin getting louder. He squeezed her hands back as he snapped forward and a deep groan spilled out of him. Calli purred as he jerked inside her, hot cum filling her. She rolled against him as much as she could, gently moving him in her and milking him for everything that he had. She wanted all of it. Everything that he had was all for her.

He swore again and nipped at her ear. “Minx,” he murmured.

“’s mine,” she whispered.

No denial from him about that. More kisses on her neck and a slow, deep breath.

A wordless protest left her when he let her hands go and pushed himself away. She tried to push herself up but her arms gave out and she flopped back onto her belly. Pouting into the blanket when he pulled out of her, she quickly hid her face in it when she felt him part her with his thumbs. She didn’t need to see to know he was watching his seed drip out of her.

And she wasn’t surprised when he used two fingers to push it back in.

“If it’s yours, you’d better keep it.”

She tried to squeeze around his fingers but she didn’t have the strength to do that either. A small shudder was all she could manage when his thumb brushed over her clit. “No,” she said softly, entirely spent.

“I know, Calliope.”

She mumbled something as a warm hand curled around her hip to roll her gently onto her back. Her entire body was limp as she settled on the bed and blinked up at him as Sylus leaned over her. He brushed her hair out of her face, carefully stroking her cheek.

“Alright?” he asked huskily, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

Calli inhaled slowly and nodded. Sore? Absolutely. But absolutely alright. She didn’t think she’d be able to walk for a week with how hard he had just fucked her. Which was also fine. He could carry her everywhere anyways. Snorting softly at the thought, she turned her face into his touch and sighed deeply.

“You did so good for me, Calliope,” he murmured, stroking down her face and being careful of the marks he had left on her neck and shoulders.

She didn’t even have the energy to preen at the praise but he was lying. She hadn’t been as good as she could have been. “Be better next time,” she mumbled.

He’d been admiring the necklace, or maybe her marked breasts, but his gaze came back to her face, a little frown on his.

“But...later?”

The frown melted into a soft laugh and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Later,” he agreed. “Maybe when we’re home.”

Oh. Well. She didn’t think she needed that long to recover. She pouted when he pressed a finger across her lips.

“We’ll see how you feel tomorrow. You took more than you usually do.” His hand moved down to rub against her throat. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

“Yes,” she sighed, willing her body to move. It was a struggle and she think he helped more than anything but she managed to roll onto her side to snuggle into him. “I can take you.”

His exhale stirred her hair and his arms wound around her. “I know you can,” he murmured.

God, she was exhausted though. She wanted to pass out in his arms, warm and safe and loved. But her nose wrinkled as she shifted and felt how sticky the insides of her thighs were.

Before she could say anything, the bed was moving and she was moving with it. Her head spun as Sylus scooped her up easily to carry her toward the bathroom.

She frowned up at him. “Could you at least pretend like you just rocked my world?” she grumbled.

He laughed, the lights switching on as he walked into the room. “Sweetie, you make my knees weak just by existing,” he said, lifting her to plant another kiss on her forehead. “I’ve learned to get used to it.”

That was cheesy but she still found herself flushing. She flinched as he set her on the counter and immediately tried to get back into his arms.

His hands came back to her hips, already starting to lift her. “Does it hurt?”

“It’s fucking cold!”

Sylus paused before chuckling. He easily lifted her back up before tugging a towel off a nearby rack. He spread it out on the marble before setting her on it. “There,” he murmured, laughter in his voice. “A heated seat.”

The towel was warm under her but she gave him a look. “You’re my heated seat.”

He snorted before shaking his head. “Sit still,” he told her before reaching for one leg.

She watched as he peeled one of her stockings down her leg, his fingers ghosting over her skin light enough to make her shiver. She was in no way ready to have more sex but his touch was addicting. Wriggling her toes to try to distract herself as he gave the other leg the same treatment, she twisted slightly to look in the mirror before gaping at what she saw. “Holy fuck,” she muttered.

“I told you I’d make a mess out of you.”

Her eyes slid back to him. He sounded far too proud of himself for that. She didn’t have the energy to fight with him about it but she mumbled, “I look like something out of a horror movie.”

“You look like a woman who just got fucked. Good and hard.”

If he kept talking like that, she was going to do something dumb. Like ask him to fuck her good and hard again. She protested softly when he stood up to grip her chin and make her look at him. He held her there as his eyes moved over her. The mascara and liner tracks down her cheeks. The smudged lipstick. The wild mess of curls framing her face. She made a soft, purring noise when he leaned in to kiss her slowly.

“I’d keep you like this if I could,” Sylus said against her mouth, making her flush harder.

Fucking hell. She swayed as he pulled away from him, gripping the edge of the counter to keep herself up. She watched him as he moved to wet a wash cloth before protesting as he didn’t hand it to her, but instead started gently washing her face. “Sylus, I can-”

“Let me,” he cut in. “It’s easier to see you like this.”

Did he not believe her when she said she was alright? Yes, he was rougher than he usually was but it wasn’t like he’d gone beyond what she could handle. She hissed softly as he rubbed the cloth over her mouth and his thumb gently rubbed her lower lip.

“You nearly bit clean through it,” he chided.

“I was being fucked good and hard,” she said dryly, “and wasn’t allowed to touch the man who was doing the fucking.”

“I told you what you needed to do to keep your hands.”

Hands he was now uncurling to see the crescent shaped marks she had dug into her palms.

He shook his head slightly before tossing the stained cloth towards a hamper in the corner of the room. “We’ll deal with everything later,” he told her. “You need to soak.”

Later meant he was going to mentally catalogue everything he had done to her and everything she had done to herself. Anything that had broken skin would be treated with care and love before he tucked her into bed.

Calli lazily watched as he went to the tub to turn it on and steam start to billow out of it. She was already well acquainted with how hot he liked his showers and baths, something he adjusted when she joined him, but right now the thought of all that hot water on sore muscles sounded absolutely amazing.

Wobbling on the counter, she let herself slump back against the mirror and yelped at how cold it was. He turned quickly from the tub, his Evol wrapping around her when she teetered on the edge. “It’s still cold,” she complained when he stared.

His shoulders slumped on a sighing chuckle. “I’ll warm you up in a moment,” he promised. “Be patient, kitten.”

She huffed a little and reached up to search for the clasp on the necklace. Her fingers fumbled with it but eventually she got it. It slid down her chest to pool in her lap as she didn’t catch it fast enough. Staring down at the glittering jewellery, she didn’t miss the bruises and bites he’d worked into the skin of her thighs. “I’m gonna look like this damn thing,” she muttered.

“A priceless beauty.”

Calli rolled her eyes at the flattery and carefully set it aside. “Wouldn’t go that far.” Fucking hell, those were actually red teeth marks around her nipple. How hard had he actually bitten her?

“I would.”

Yes...he would. She looked over at him as he walked back to her and tried not to squirm. The answer was fairly obvious but she still wanted to ask him, the question catching in her throat. Fear of it being something different kept her quiet.

Sylus didn’t say anything immediately. Instead, he reached up to twist her hair up on top of her head and clip it into place. Eyes and fingers wandered lower, tracing over her neck and lingering on the marks he’d left. He smiled faintly when she shivered as he stroked down to her breasts before hissing softly as he touched the bite around her nipple. “You could have stopped me.”

Squirming on the counter top, she shook her head. “It wasn’t that bad,” she admitted. “I would have said it if it was.”

He hummed, his fingers still wandering lower and tracing over the bumps of her ribs. “I don’t think five is your limit.”

She quickly caught his hands before they got too low on her belly. “It’s my limit for right now,” Calli said as firmly as she could manage.

He turned that smile on her and she read the message under it. Some day soon, he was going to push her past that limit and see just how many she could give him. But he would respect her decision for right now.

Keeping her hold on him, she looked over his face. He looked pleased, satisfied...loved. Reaching up, she stroked his face and prayed he didn’t feel how her fingers were still trembling. “Did you...like your gift?” she whispered.

His expression softened and he turned his head to kiss her fingertips. “Yes,” he murmured, “I did but I’m not done with you yet.”

Her gut clenched at the reminder of his insane stamina and she jerked back from him.

Deep laughter bounced around the room and he scooped her off the counter before she could truly get anywhere. He lifted her in his arms to press a kiss to her forehead, her nose, her mouth. “We’re getting to the best part,” he breathed.

“Best part?” Calli squeaked, her thoughts spinning back to everything they’d already done. What more could he want?!

Love and adoration filled his expression. “I get to take care of you,” Sylus purred.

Her heart thumped in her chest even as she felt tears prick her eyes again. This man was absolutely going to be the death of her. “I love you,” she whispered.

A warm smile and a gentle murmur. “I love you too, Calliope.”

[sweetbillwriting]

Way Out of Line

TWO

Beneath my perfume and make-up I'm just a baby in disguise. And though I know that it's wrong to be alone with him that "come on look" is in my eyes.

Character: Keith Toshko from Barbarian (2022) played by Bill Skarsgård.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, heavy themes.

Notes: Happy New Year!

I wobbled in from the entrance door into the hallway while crying like a kid.

“Mom!” I shouted with a broken voice, probably sounding even more like a child. “Mom!” My ankle hurt so bad I didn't want to go further into the house; the pain was too much.

“Mom!” I screamed angrily, but instead of her coming out to the hallway, Keith peeked out from the living room seeing my tear-stained face. His nose and cheeks were red, and I could see his chest move up and down heavily under his gray hoodie. It was obvious he had been out running. I wished I could say I also had done that and that was how I hurt my ankle, but I had just walked to the garage to turn off the Christmas light in the yard. Keith looked at me with furrowed brows. He looked a bit uncomfortable, and I wiped away my tears, embarrassed. Of course he would see me like that.

“Eh, your mom is in the shower. Your dad is on an important phone call… Can I help you?” He asked a bit nervously. “Have you slipped?”

I nodded and looked down at my foot. I still wore my low Converse, and I tried to hold my foot up the best I could.

Keith came up to me, cleared his throat, and gave me a doubtful look. “Um... Hold on to me so we can walk in. I can look at it.” I looked at his face, then down at his arms. I didn't know where he meant I should hold him, and a tingle flew around in my belly. Keith gave me his arm, but after just the first step, I cried out in pain. I couldn't put pressure on my foot at all. Keith scratched the stubble on his neck and looked down at me while I tried to control my tears. I was embarrassed of my tears, but pictures from the day before were also haunting me. I had shown my breasts to him, just like that, and I didn't know what he thought about it.

“Can I carry you? Is that okay?” He said, waking me up from my shame. I didn't know what I felt about it, but I nodded. I couldn't walk, and I wanted to leave the hallway.

Keith crouched down so he could have his arms under my bum, then he lifted me straight up. It wasn't the most comfortable lift, but it was better than nothing, and he carried me to the kitchen and sat me down on the counter. Without giving me a look or saying anything, he started to take off my Converse and then the sock on my hurt foot. I looked at his long fingers doing it smoothly and softly so he wouldn't hurt me, then he laid my white ankle socks next to me, like it was a prized item. It was silly, but in that moment it all felt so erotic, how smoothly he touched me, how slow he had pulled off the sock, and then how he had let it glide between his fingers before laying it on the counter.

“I will just get a chair,” he said in an authoritative way, like he was a doctor examining me. It didn't take many seconds for him to get one of the white kitchen chairs before sitting down in front of me where my feet hung freely.

“Let me know if it hurts. Okay?” He said and gave me a serious look. I nodded, preparing myself for his touch, but instead he leaned forward gripping in the back of his hoodie, so that he could pull it off. A few seconds later, I could see his smooth, broad back before he pulled down his white t-shirt that had followed the motion. I swallowed hard, seeing the naked skin in my head even if he had covered up. He startled me from my thoughts when he took my foot in his big hand and moved it from side to side. I winced and made a sobbing sound, and he looked up at me in worry.

“Is it okay?” He dragged his hand over my shin, over my fuchsia-colored pajama pants. I nodded a little but then remembered what he had said earlier.

“It hurt when you did that.”

Keith nodded, and carefully he pulled up the leg of my pajama pants.

“Can you hold it up, please?”

I pulled it up to my thigh, where it was easier to hold, and then I looked down at Keith, who still held my foot in his wide palm while the other hand moved up my ankle, up to my shin. I could feel his long, soft fingers over my newly shaved legs, and for a short second, I was thankful that I had shaved them the day before. I winced again when he pushed the sole of my foot against his hand.

“It's just a sprain, nothing to worry about.” He smiled and let me go, then pushed himself back in the chair.

“A-are you sure?” I asked with heated cheeks. He nodded and dragged his hands over his joggers. When he did that, they got tighter over his crotch.

“Yeah. You know, your dad and I studied at college together. Medicine, I just dropped out after three years.

“Why?” I was interested, but my eyes just wanted to look at how his pants hugged a big bulge.

“I think I was a bit young to know what I wanted, and then I started playing with a better band and... Yeah,” he shrugged his shoulders with a smile. “Do you have a bandage I can bind your foot with?”

I nodded and pointed to the bathroom out in the hallway.

“In the cabinet in the bathroom.”

Keith walked away to get the bandage, and I took some deep breaths while I was alone. Once again I thought about how I had let him watch my naked body, but he didn't seem to think about it at all. When Keith came back, I lowered my gaze in embarrassment, but he didn't seem to notice and instead sat down on the chair again and started to bind my foot. I looked at his big hands intensely.

“What instruments do you play?” I asked, after realizing how elegant his hands were.

“Trumpet and the piano.” He looked up at me with a smile and stood up. “Can I carry you somewhere? I guess your dad can find you some crutches later on, but I can help you in the meantime.”

I smiled sweetly and giggled. I couldn't hold it back when I looked at his big, dimpled smile and thought about getting carried around the house by him. I could see Keith's smile change, and he looked at me with hooded eyes under his prominent brow bone. I didn't know how to read it; I just knew he looked sexy.

This time he lifted me up bridal style. It was much more comfortable, and doubtfully I laid my arms around his neck. His neck was warm and slightly sticky from sweat, but it wasn't unpleasant at that moment; it was even a bit hot.

“Couch?” He asked and looked at me with raised brows.

“Yeah, the TV room, thank you.”

He carried me easily through the house and then sat me down on the light beige couch smoothly. I couldn't contain my giggle because I hadn't been carried like that ever in my life. Keith smirked a little, and to my surprise, he sat down on the other side of the couch. He stretched his legs out under the coffee table, his hands behind his head, and he made a pleased sound. I looked at his bulging biceps but also the sweat stains in his armpits. I didn't know why he lingered, but I saw it as a good sign.

“I should shower…” he said, as he dragged his hands through his hair, so sweaty it stayed slicked back.

I nodded, but still he remained next to me. I didn't know if the silence was uncomfortable or not, but he didn't seem to think so because he sat quietly looking between the ceiling and my feet.

“I'm sorry for—” he stated, but it was then my mom came into the room, dressed in leggings and an oversized button-up. I could see how she looked at Keith in his sweat-stained t-shirt and greasy hair. I knew what she was thinking, and so must have Keith, because he stood up quickly.

“Sorry…”

He towered over my mom even more than he did over me, and she looked up at his staggering height but then also down over his chest. I looked at her intensely when I realized she looked at him the same way I did. I hadn't even had the thought about my mom looking at another man other than my dad, but her blushing cheeks said something different.

“Of course you should sit down if you need to…” She said with a warm smile at him, but then she looked towards me.

“Honey! What have you done with your foot? She came up to me and played with one of my French braids.

“I slipped in front of the garage. It's like a skating rink there!”

My mom looked at me with worry as she patted my cheek lovingly. Behind her I could see Keith move uncomfortably, scratching his neck. It felt like I suddenly became younger in his eyes and how he may have realized I was quite a bit younger than him even.

“Did Keith help you with that?” She asked me but looked towards him like I couldn't answer for myself. He gave her a tight-lipped smile, and then she looked towards me again. She still played with one of my braids.

“Have you said thank you?” She looked at me sternly, and I scoffed but then realized I hadn't thanked him. I looked down at my lap, too embarrassed to say anything.

“It's okay… Um, I must take a shower.” He faked a laugh and then left the room. I still stared down at my thighs, so I didn't see him leave the room.

“Didn't you thank him?” Said my mom, upset and so loudly I knew Keith had heard her. I really was a child.

×××

Have yourself a merry little Christmas. Let your heart be light. Next year all our troubles will be out of sight…

My mom's and dad's friends always came over on Boxing Day. There were two couples of the same age with the same sort of life. One of the women had tried to play matchmaker with her son and I, who was one year older than me. I had dismissed it as best as I could because he looked like a guy who probably got wedgies in high school. I also participated in those dinners out of old habits. I had sat on the end of the table for as long as I could remember. I helped my mom in the kitchen but became distracted because my dad and Keith stood by the cabinet where my parents had their spirits. It was obvious they talked about the liquor, but I couldn't understand much because of how little knowledge I had. Keith was almost a head taller than my father and dressed in a black tee. Why he was friends with my dad, with thinning hair and a goatee, was a mystery. Discreetly I looked at Keith's ass in his loose brown chinos. He had worn loose-fitting clothes every time I had seen him, but something told me he didn't have anything to hide. When he turned around after my dad had asked him to get some glasses from the glass cabinet in the dining room, our eyes met for a few short seconds. It was he who turned his eyes from me, and it made my cheeks heat in shame. Was it because I hadn't said thank you earlier that day? Did he see me as a young girl because of it? A girl without manners? I looked down at the onion lying in front of me, stared at it like I could make it cut itself, just by my shame.

“Honey? Are you okay? Is it your ankle? Maybe you should sit down a bit?” Said my father who helped me to a chair. “Baby girl, you must take care of yourself.” I looked up at him and nodded in self-pity. It was just then that Keith stood just behind him, playing with a gin bottle between his hands. I looked at him in horror, so much that my dad turned to look at Keith.

“It's okay to cry, girlie,” my dad said, believing I didn't dare to show my pain for Keith. It was partially true; I didn't want to be that girl, that woman, crying all the time, but I also was ashamed of how my dad babied me. He was Keith's friend, and now I would just be his “baby girl.”

Keith left the room again, and I looked down at my foot tiredly.

“Mom, can you help me to my room?” I asked with a sigh. “I'm tired,” I said it to have a reason to not help. My dad would fix crutches for me the next day, but for the day, I needed their help to move around the house. My mom helped me up the stairs, but then I jumped on one leg to Jason's room, which for the week was mine. The door being closed confused me, and I furrowed my brows. My mom must have closed it so Keith wouldn't see my mess. I could be sloppy with putting things away, but it was rare that guests were on the upper floor. For a second I brushed it away and stuck to the explanation that my mom had closed it, but when I saw that the bed was neatly made, I felt irritated. Mom never went into my room without permission, but now that I slept in Jason's room, it seemed like she had forgotten I wanted the same privacy. I wanted to have a childish tantrum and mess the bed up just to feel like I had the power over the room again, but while wobbling in, I saw a small gift box lying on the fluffed pillow. It was wrapped in red glossy paper with a neat white bow on top of it. I looked at it with surprise and excitement. I loved a gift from whoever it was, but the excitement and happiness grew when I saw the simple white card next to the gift.

Merry Christmas, and thank you, Jacqueline, for letting me crash in your room.

Keith

I lifted the card before I touched the gift and looked at his cursive handwriting closely. I even dragged a finger over it and then pushed it against my chest. It was silly, but I was too excited to not act like a fifteen-year-old. Before I opened the gift, I sat down on the edge of the bed, and then I slowly opened it to taunt myself. Under the red paper was a jewelry box from a brand I recognized. I knew they sold it in town, and I imagined Keith walking into one of the boutiques, picking out something for me. He had picked a pair of silver earrings, hoops with small pink saltwater pearls. They were pretty, even if I rarely wore silver. The brand wasn't overly expensive but not cheap either. I could guess he had paid something between 80-100 dollars for them, and that was a lot from a person you've just met. I tried them on, and with the lack of a mirror in Jason's room, I used my phone to look at myself. They were really pretty; he had good taste, and I giggled to myself. It must have meant he was interested in me.

He's all I want, just for me. Underneath my Christmas tree. I'll be waiting here…

××× 

There was always an uneven number of guests at the Boxing Day dinner. Even if my parents' friends also had children, they had never been part of the dinner like I was. It was a bit weird probably, but my parents always said it was because I had much better manners than the other children. There had always been three couples and me, sitting on the end close to my parents, but this day we were suddenly an even number, and instead of sitting on the end, I sat opposite our new guest, Keith. He blended in with the couples much better than I did, even though I've known them most of my life. The difference was that they treated him like a grown-up, and he could participate as one too. He talked about politics, history, and nostalgic things from the 90s and the millennium comfortably. He could joke in an intellectual way and taste the wine elegantly. I looked at him with big eyes while playing with the earrings he had gotten me. It was when we had eaten up the main course that he really looked at me, the first time that night, and smiled. 

“You don't drink?” 

“No…” I played with my hands nervously and looked at his dimple instead of his eyes. “I'm in a sorority, and we don't really drink.” 

Keith nodded a little and leaned back in his chair. 

“What do you study?” 

“Um, English and drama.” 

“Oh, really? So you're an actress?” He smiled playfully and took a sip of his red wine. 

“A little.” I shrugged my shoulders with an embarrassed smile, even if I had been in theater since I was six. He continued to smile; he had lowered his chin, and it really changed his smile, it looked seductive. I wondered if someone saw how he looked at me, but it didn't seem like it because they continued to talk and laugh. 

“I'm going to take some fresh air,” he said and held up two fingers in front of his full lips. “Do you want to keep me company?” 

I looked at my parents when Keith smoothly lifted me up from the chair. My mom gave us a quick glance but just smiled friendly when Keith said we would go out for some air. They didn't react at all to the fact that a grown man carried me in his arms. Keith succeeded with some struggle to open the door to the patio and put me down on a bench. I regretted that I hadn't taken my chance to really enjoy being in his arms, maybe touched him a little. Instead, I had worried about my parents and didn't have the courage to move my hands around his neck, not even an inch. 

Keith dragged a hand through his already messy hair and pulled up his shoulders while digging in his pants pocket after his cigarette pack. 

“It’s cold; should I get a blanket for you or something?” He asked and gave me a worried look. I smiled and shook my head; I didn't want to bother him even if it was cold. I wore a tight knitted dress in black I had picked out to look more sexy that night than I did the day before, but there wasn't much warmth in it. I tried to sit femininely and elegantly on the bench, but it was hard with my ankle and the dress that just wanted to ride up. Keith leaned comfortably against the railing and lit a cigarette. It was obvious he was a habitual smoker, and I looked at him in fascination. I couldn't understand how he could make a thing I hated look so good. I hated smoking, of course because of the health issues with it but also because I thought it was unhygienic, but now I looked at his long fingers holding the cigarette delicately and his pouty lips taking deep drags. It was sexy. He looked dangerous and seductive.

“I guess you don't smoke either?” He said with a little smirk, and I smiled with a blush back and shook my head. 

“You have much more discipline than me…” He laughed softly, and so did I, even if I didn't get what was so funny. 

“Um…” Keith looked more serious after having taken a deep breath and scratched his forehead with the thumb on the same hand he held the cigarette in. “I want to say I'm sorry for yesterday… It was… It was awful behavior of me to intrude on your privacy. I know… I know you're a nice girl, and that was all my fault.” 

He looked at me sincerely but lowered his gaze when he was forced to flick the ash off his cigarette. I looked at him shocked, then disappointed, but tried to mask it with a small smile. It didn't sit right with me how he said I was a nice girl and that everything was his fault. It felt like he didn't believe I had a sexuality, that I was only Dr. George Bailey’s little girl. I thought I had invited Keith into seeing me as something else other than an innocent girl, but clearly he had chosen to see it in another way.

“It's okay.” I said it lightly like it was nothing, but in reality, I could feel the tears push behind my eyes. It was a weird way of being rejected, and I didn't know if I could do anything about it. 

Keith smiled a little, took one more toke, and let the smoke seep out into the dark winter night. 

“I'm happy to see you're wearing the earrings…” I hadn't let the fake smile go, so I just continued to grimace and nodded a little. He put out his cigarette in an ashtray on the side of the stairs, probably put there by my mom just for him, then he walked up to me. 

“Should I carry the princess again?” 

I laughed, even if I mostly felt sad and disappointed. He lifted me up in his strong arms again and walked into the house. He smelled like his cigarette, but it didn't bother me at all; I wished I could taste it from his tongue too. 

××× 

Keith stayed with us over the whole Christmas but he was more of a nightly guest because he had work the days leading up to New Year's Eve. I didn't see him much, and I guess that wasn't anything strange when he worked as a musician. He probably had concerts and gigs stacked on top of each other. I just met him in the hallway a few times, and we said hello to each other politely. One day he even did a little bow to me, and it made me laugh because he looked so silly. He smiled big at that, so happy and proud he could make me laugh so easily, but then our interaction was over, and I could hear him leave the house again. 

I couldn't deny that Keith was there as my father's guest anymore. He was a grown man and had probably just got caught in the moment when he watched me from the door opening. I had been a silly girl, showing him my naked chest, and he hadn't been able to look away. It was embarrassing how I had started to believe it meant something, and seeing his polite smile just made me want to run away from home, so I did. Or I didn't really run away, but I left the house early on New Year's Day to be with some girlfriends; lucky for me, my foot had also healed. I needed to get away from Keith and stop being so self-conscious and nervous all the time. 

My four girlfriends and I had my friend Farah’s parents’ house to ourselves and ate a creamy pasta and made chocolate cake for dessert. Our tradition had been the same since we were fourteen, and since we were seventeen, we had been stealing some whiskey from the bar and mixing it with coke to drink by midnight. This was the first year I drank more than one glass, and I could feel my head spin while my friends talked about guys and sex. I didn't have much to say on the subject, so instead I drank, and when I stood up, I felt my knees get weak and my eyelids heavy. 

“Are you okay, Lapin?” asked my friend Martina with a giggle when she saw me lean against the wall. Lapin was a French nickname they had heard my mom call me in my teens, and it had stuck with them. 

“Yeah…” I said with a giggle and glided down against the wall, down to the floor, so my short skater dress ruffled around my waist. 

“Is it your phone that’s ringing?” I opened my eyes to see where she was pointing, and she did point at my phone  buzzing on the coffee table. 

“Yeah…” I said tiredly and giggled. I closed my eyes again. I just wanted to sleep.

“It's your mom.” I nodded tiredly, but when she started to read all my missed phone calls, I looked up at her. Three calls from Mom, one from Dad, and one from an unknown number that had also sent a message. 

“‘Are you okay, Jaqueline? I can pick you up if you want to.’ It's from Keith. Who is Keith? Your uncle?” 

His name made me sober up, and I stood up with wobbly legs. 

“No, it's my dad's friend…” I said but moved excitedly, like he was much more than a friend to my father. 

“Okay…” she said, confused, and looked at Farah, who shrugged her shoulders. I took my phone from her hand, where she sat on the black couch, and I squinted to see the screen and Keith's message. In drunken courage I called him at once. 

“Hey. Jaqueline, where are you?” He answered after four signals. 

“Hey…” I giggled and took a deep breath to try to sound more sober. “I'm at Farah’s… Just celebrating…” 

Keith chuckled lowly, and it made me giggle. My friends sat and looked at me amused because that wasn't how they behaved when they talked with their dad's friends. I didn't notice it, though, and just continued to drag my fingers over my black nylons like I was a bit turned on. 

“Are you drunk?” He asked, amused. 

“No… Tipsy.” 

“Mhm. Should I pick you up? I haven't been drinking.” 

“Okay, but…” My tone changed when I thought about going home. “Mom and Dad will not like that I’m… tipsy. They don't like that…” 

“We can try to fix that, okay? But it's better you're with me now. Okay?” 

“Okay.” I giggled again, then gave him the address before hanging up. 

I was too obvious with my big smile, pink cheeks, and seductive ways, so my girlfriends understood Keith wasn't just my dad's friend. When they asked, I couldn't stop myself from gushing about his looks, height, and smooth voice. I spoke like he was a handsome movie star, even if he was just a separated jazz musician. In just a few days I had started to see him as the perfect man and could see him becoming my husband and how I would give him three healthy children. My friends giggled as naively as myself and helped me fix my appearance and gave me glass after glass of water to help me to sober up. I didn't mention to them that Keith was married, but silently I wondered if they would have acted differently hearing that small detail. He was separated, and they didn't react because he was 17 years older than me. 

All of them looked at him with big eyes when Farah had opened the door for him; he walked in to stand by the door to shield himself from the cold outside. He had a dark blue bomber jacket on, and he looked a bit tired. He often looked tired, but now it was more obvious than usual. 

“Are you girls okay? I hope you've had a good night… And not have been drinking too much,” he said with a smirk and looked mostly at me while I struggled to put on my converse gracefully. I wondered if he might have seen my panties while I was bent with my head down, but at that moment I was too unsober to care; it even felt a bit exciting if he did. 

“Have you been bare-legged the whole evening?” He sounded worried, and when I finally stood up, I saw his brows furrow. 

“Yeah,” I lied. In reality, I had accidentally ripped my tights when I pulled them up after having been at the toilet. 

“It looks awfully cold.” 

I nodded a little as an answer, then turned to my girlfriends to say goodbye. They gave me amused looks, and I knew what they were thinking. Keith actually was so hot as I had said, even if he was much older than any guy we had dated. He played with his car keys while waiting, and he looked manly in that calm way that only a real man did. He acted self-confident but relaxed, even a bit like how I expected a dad would act, patient and friendly. I brushed that thought away fast and then followed him to his metallic gray Volvo. Of course he had a Volvo. He opened the passenger door for me, and I jumped in, holding my short black dress down so it wouldn't lift by the cold air. 

I looked closely at Keith when he started the car and easily moved out from the small parking place. He drove expertly, and I was surprised by how hot I thought it was that he could drive so smoothly with just one hand on the steering wheel and one laying on his thigh.

“Have you had a good night?” He asked and smirked a little while looking at the road in front of him. 

“Yeah… How was your night?” I was honestly curious and looked at his side profile. His nose was upturned in an innocent way, and his lips so full he had a real pout in profile. 

“Good, like it usually is.” 

I nodded until I thought about what he was saying. 

“Have you celebrated at our place before?” 

“Yeah, for... five years, I think. But you have never been home?” 

I continued to look at his profile in shock. I had never known he actually had been present in my father's life. I looked down at the hand he steered with and saw the gold band sit a bit loose on his ring finger. 

“So you and Dad... Have you always hung out?” 

“Back and forth.” He moved his head side to side. “But we try to get a lunch in or a beer when we can. Why?” 

“Just wondering!” I said quickly and looked out from the window. Keith didn't say anything to me, and we were silent for a while.

“It looks awfully cold…” Suddenly I could feel soft fingertips over my naked thigh and looked down to see his long fingers dragging carefully over my naked skin, but just when I started to enjoy the feeling, Keith pulled away his hand with a groan. 

“Oh fuuuck..! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. Shit, I wasn't thinking!” I saw in the corner of my eye how he was panicking and dragged his hand over his face and neck. He stopped when he realized he had lost some of the control of the car, and he straightened up in the seat again. 

“I'm sorry, Jaqueline, I shouldn't touch you like that. That wasn't okay,” he said as he looked at the road. I didn't know if he looked at the road so intensely to not lose control again or if he didn't want to look at me. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to say it was okay and brush it away; I wanted him to continue. 

“Should we take a turn so you can sober up before we meet your parents?” He said it thoughtfully, but I could still hear regret in his voice. I couldn't understand why one second touched me and the next second stuttered apologies. I couldn't understand, but I was becoming irritated by his mixed signals. 

Happy New Year, Happy New Year. May we all have our hopes, our will to try. If we don't, we might as well lay down and die. You and I…

××× 

I wanted to give my parents just a quick goodnight, but my mom stopped me before I had even reached the stairs. 

“I have told you so many times to pick up when we are calling!” 

I scoffed because I always picked up when they called; she just made it sound different now when she was angry at me. “Why do you have that phone if you will not use it??” 

“What? It happened once! I always answer!” 

“Why didn't you answer tonight then?!” 

“I don't need to tell you that! I'm a grown-up!” 

“Not as long as you live under this roof!” 

I groaned, irritated, and stomped up the stairs to Jason's room and threw the door closed. I had been the easiest child, the politest teen, and was now a classy young woman, but my parents saw every mistake I made as a catastrophe and gave me a hard time for every mediocre grade and every bad word. It was irritating, but I had learned to swallow it, just like I knew I would do then too. 

I sat on my bed writing a thank you message to Farah when there was a knock on my door. I didn't want to open it, but I knew that would just make things worse, so I stomped to the door and opened it sourly, but my expression changed fast when I saw Keith look at me with big worried eyes. He scratched his neck and pulled on the plaid shirt he had over his tee. 

“Can I come in?” He looked over his shoulder to see that we were alone, and I moved away from the door quickly so he could sneak into my room before someone saw him. Behind the closed door it looked like Keith relaxed a bit, and so did I, even if he made my face go numb and my heart fluttered in my chest. 

“I just want to see if you're okay. She really took a go on you.” 

“Oh,” I smiled, surprised, and laughed, embarrassed. 

“It was stupid of me to not answer.” I shrugged my shoulders, trying to play it all down because I was embarrassed Keith had heard us. 

“It can happen to us all. Um... I'm actually here because of one more reason… “ He moved his feet nervously and pushed down his hands in the pocket of his black jeans so low I could see the elastic of his dark blue boxers. I looked up at him, doing my best doe eyed look because it felt like he maybe wanted to say something I actually wanted to hear. He laughed a little nervously while he looked at me playing with my long hair. 

“I just… Fuck…” He laughed again, and I could see how he gave my naked legs a fast look. “I don't know why, but… I don't know, I feel like I do stupid shit around you and—” he stopped talking when I moved closer to him, and with a beating heart, I pushed my body against his. He breathed heavily and pushed himself even closer to me with his big hands on my waist. 

“Baby girl…” he said with an almost pained voice. It was my father's nickname for me, but it sounded different when it came from Keith's mouth. He dragged his hands back to the small of my back and down over my ass. I didn't do it on purpose, but I moaned by feeling his hands on me, and he bit his lip with heavy eyes. 

“Fuck, girlie… Fuck…” He dragged his hands up to my waist again and gave me a serious look.

“I'm married. I’m almost twenty years older than you, and you are one of my best friends’ daughters. I think you hear that it is an equation that doesn't add up? I can't do this...” 

Normally a rejection from anyone would make me retreat and drown in shame at myself, but for some reason his rejection made me want to hold him tightly to me, so I did. My arms around his neck locked, and I pushed my chest even closer to him. He made a sound I couldn't read, as he looked up at the ceiling. For me it was strange behavior, and I looked at him with big eyes. 

“Jaqueline…” he said with a pained voice, but I just stood up on my toes. 

“Please, just kiss me. Please?” I begged with a whiny voice that got him to look at me. His hands moved sensually over my back and then down to my bum again. He took a hard grip around my cheeks, and then he finally leaned down to kiss me. I had just kissed one boy in my life, my high school boyfriend. Keith was the second boy, I mean man, that had kissed me, and it was something totally different. I thought I knew everything about kisses; I thought I knew people were exaggerating when they said they got weak in the knees, how they wanted to crawl in under the other person's skin or at least their clothes. I had never felt that, but when Keith's lips brushed lightly against mine, everything I thought I knew disappeared. When he separated my lips with his and let the tip of his tongue tease mine, I felt it tingle in places in my body that had never tingled before. He deepened the kiss and made my sex pulsate, and I wanted to come even closer and explore everything about him. It felt like I was in a hurry, and carefully he pulled away from me and chuckled lowly.

“Hey, sweetie, you can take it slow, okay? Slow down.” He played with my hair while I could feel the blood that had travelled to my groin move up quickly to my cheeks while he smiled teasingly. 

“You can follow me, okay? I can teach you.” He smirked, and it made me embarrassed and also a little irritated that he spoke to me like that, but I forgot that quickly when he kissed me again. 

We two who've paddled in the stream. From morning sun 'til night. The seas between us roared and swelled. Since the days of auld lang syne…

×

[tetzoro]

˖˙ ꔫ — SNOWED IN ˚

꒰ synopsis ꒱ : When you and Hinata had planned to take a trip to a cabin up in the mountains, getting trapped wasn't on the itinerary. Now both of you are freezing and there's only one sure way that will warm you both back up...

꒰ contents꒱ : MDNI. Hinata Shoyo x f!reader ; unprotected sex, minor dry humping, creampie, praise — WC : 2.2k

꒰ notes꒱ : This is for my lovely @luffysprincess as a part of the All Star Networks secret santa! I hope you enjoy 🤍

The cozy little cabin you two found yourselves nestled away in bore the blizzard for you both, keeping you safe and sound from the storm. But it didn’t do much to shelter you from the cold as it seeped into the room, whisking away all your warmth.

“Shoyo, it's freezing.” You whine, frost tipped fingers wrapping around yourself in hopes it would bring some comfort. It felt like ice had replaced the warm blood that used to course through your body, bones leaded down from the weight of the cold.

Hinata couldn’t hide his distaste either, teeth chattering as he continued bouncing around — no doubt to conserve some sort of heat as he tried to light the fire. Besides the mountain of blankets around you, it would be your only hope to warm up.

It takes a few tries for the match to catch but once it does, he easily brings it to the logs. The flames flicker to life, tamed into the brick fireplace that is destined to keep you and your friend out of the cold.

“There.” Hinata smiled proudly, chest puffing out a little as he basked in its light. Hues of the orange flames dance along his hair, making it seem even more vibrant than usual. He looked like the sun — you only wish you could feel his warmth.

Hinata was one of your closest friends. The two of you traveled up in the mountains to have a weekend away from all the horrors of day to day life for a nice little vacation to disconnect and enjoy each other's company.

But the weatherman couldn’t have prepared you well enough for this storm.

“It's still so cold.” You shiver slightly, trying to wrap the blanket all the way around you.

“Should we add more firewood then?” Hinata walked over, haphazardly throwing another log onto the fire. But all it did was brighten the dim space.

“Just sit next to me.” You demand, knowing that if you two were closer, the body heat would help warm you both up. “We can use each other's body heat to warm us up. Skin to skin contact.”

Hinata wasted no time, scooching next to you and trying to huddle for warmth. His strong body wrapped around yours, muscles flexing under the shirt he had on. He faltered for a moment before taking it off. 

“Skin to skin, right?” Hinata tilted his head at you expectantly. The look he gave you stole all the breath out of your lungs before you helplessly nodded.

“Skin to skin.” Carefully, you remove the blanket around you so you can lift your shirt up. You swore you heard his breath hitch, but you chalked it up to the wind that was whirring past the window..

Next were your pants. From the corner of your eye, you saw Hinata rip his off and you follow suit, using the blanket once again as coverage while you slip them off.

“Come closer.” Hinata grabbed you, practically cocooning you in his arms. “Better?”

You blink once, twice as your brain tries to wrap around your current predicament. You’re with your friend, the one you swore you didn’t have feelings for, in an isolated cabin, and the only sure way to get warm was to —

“A little.” You whisper, snuggling into him more in hopes of heating up. The truth weighed you down, pressing you further against his body. The skin to skin contact seemed to be working but it wasn’t enough. And a shrill ran down your spine as you thought of what would really help you.

“Whenever I get too cold, I usually play volleyball to help warm me back up. Maybe we could —“

“I'm not playing volleyball right now Shoyo.” You let out an amused scoff, interrupting his sentence.

“I wasn't going to say that.” Hinata's voice was low and sharp, a tone you weren’t used to from him at all. Curiously, you look up at him and meet his wide eyes. The soft brown hues meld into something darker, drawing you in like a trance.

“Well, then what were you going to say?” You ask, still gazing at him, searching for a deeper meaning.

“Do you trust me?” His words were softer now, a bite of vulnerability to it.

“Of course I do.” It was as easy as breathing to place all of your trust into the man beside you.

“Then, let’s warm each other up.” The fire in his eyes ignited, the look of determination taking up his beautiful features and sending a thrill throughout your body.

“What?”

“I bet if we just kissed a little, it would warm us up.” He said it like it was the most simple thing in the world. And maybe it was, maybe it could be. 

You mull the idea around in your mind for a while, your eyes darting to his lips as he licked them in anticipation. 

Fuck it. You were cold and Hinata was hot.

You lean in, brushing your lips against his with a little hesitation. But it was met with an eagerness that only Hinata Shoyo could possess. Quickly, he hastily deepened the kiss, the pressure from his lips perfectly falling onto yours as they moved in a synchronized rhythm. 

The urge to breathe was growing too strong but Hinata's tongue was begging for entrance. Against all of your wishes, you pull away, mind hazy with confusion and lust. 

The room fell silent, save for the distant crackling fire and the heavy panting. The kiss was more than you anticipated, your body beginning to warm up as the flame of desire licks through you and down into the depths of your core. 

“Sho-“ You start but he’s on you again, kissing you like it was the last thing he’d ever do. He keeps you close, one hand tucked behind your head to pull you in as his fingers weave through your hair and the other falls against your back so you’re flush against his heaving chest.

Hinata let out a low moan as your tongue slipped into his mouth, keeping you in place on his lap where you directly feel the impact you’re having on him. His hardening length presses up against your clothed cunt, pulsing with desire in tune with your own. 

“Sorry-“ He barely moves his lips to speak, not ready to part away from you just yet. He gives you a peck and another for good measure. “It just feels so good.”

“It does.” You give a tiny nod, nudging against his lips and melting back into the kiss. It only emboldened Hinata as he started to push his hips up, pressing his cock against you to chase the friction that every part of his body craved. “It's just to keep warm, though.”

“Yeah.” Hinata pulls away for a moment to study your face, gauging your reaction. The fire kissed his face, highlighting his love bitten lips and half lidded eyes that were entirely set on you. “Let me fuck you.”

“What?” Your eyes widen.

“It’s the best way to keep warm!” He pushes, “Friends fuck all the time.”

“do you make a habit of fucking your friends, Sho?” You can’t help the bitter tone that laces your tongue. It was meant to be a tease, some kind of joke but it sounded like anything but.

“No, you’d be the first.” Hinata’s voice is soft as he responds with a dopey little smile on his face. He tries not to squirm too much, wanting more than anything to remove the thin barriers between you and plunge into your heat. “Please? It’ll help.”

You knew he was right but your heart was wildly beating to the point you thought it might fly out of your chest and run for the snow topped hills. 

“Okay, yeah.” You nod and he smiles so brightly it tugs on your heartstrings. “Just so we can warm up.”

Hinata lets out a hum in acknowledgment before kissing the side of your neck. He wastes no time as his hands slide down your bare sides until he reaches the top of your underwear. He hooks his fingers under the fabric and pulls them off.

You’ve known Hinata for a long time and know how focused he can get about certain things — mostly volleyball. All the drive and eagerness that courses through his veins and helps him strive to be the best, not quitting until he reaches his goal. But now, all that heated attention was on you now. His eyes were blown wide, studying your body in complete awe.

“You’re beautiful.” Was all he said before he laid you down. The fire was starting to do its job and heated up the space around you. That, or maybe it was just the effect the orange haired man before you always had on you. He looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world, his pupils filling with little hearts as he fully takes you in.

Quickly, he slips his boxers off and you’re thrown back into the moment as his sticky tip nudges your slick entrance. 

“You’re so wet already.” His voice was breathy, looking down where you two were about to join in fascination. “Such a pretty pussy.”

“Hurry up.” You try to bark out but it comes out as a whine. Slowly, he begins to press into you and the stretch was something you couldn’t have prepared for. You didn’t get a proper look at him earlier but with the way he was grinding into you only moments ago, you knew he had substantial girth. “F-fuck—“

“You okay?” He asks, slowing down a little.

“Yes! Just keep going.” Your words are rushed, desire threatening to consume you. You needed this, you needed him. Enough was enough. “Please.”

As soon as the plea fell from your lips, Hinata's thread of control snapped and he couldn’t wait any longer as he bottomed out with a groan. 

“You feel so amazing.” He almost moans out, trying to stave his release. After giving you a moment to adjust, he begins to rock his hips with a few shallow thrusts. “So tight.”

It started off slow, Hinata barely snapping his hips against you as he watched your reactions like a hawk. You could feel him pulse and twitch within you, your walls fluttering back in response. 

“Kiss me.” You breathe out, wanting — needing to be closer to him.

He wastes no time, surging forward so your bodies are flushed together and captures your lips with his own. The kiss grew hungrier, his thrusts began to speed up as he chased his own desperation.

“I'll take care of you.” Hinata spoke against your lips, burying his head in the crook of your neck to leave little love bites in its wake. “We’ll warm each other up.”

It was almost alarming how quickly and expertly he began to unravel you. The speed of his thrusts knocked all the air out of your lungs and left them screaming for him. Hinata always had a lot of stamina but you could feel it now as his cock nudged against the spot that had your toes curling.

“Sho-“ Your breath hitches, nails digging into his back as he takes you. “Oh my god!”

“Yeah? Does that feel good?” He asks, his tone desperately searching for your praise, needing it to go faster and harder until stars burst behind your eyes. 

“So good!” You hold onto him, the cold long forgotten as the hot coil of desire curls in your gut. Your thighs begin to tremble under his intensity, crying out for more.

“Getting close?” He pants in your ear, grunting when he feels you clench around him. It only spurred him on more, driving deeper into you until you were repeating his name like a mantra. “Need you to come for me.”

“I'm so close!” Your head tosses back, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm you. 

“Come for me, please.” Hinata practically whined, a man who was desperate for you to finish because of how much he had been holding himself back, on the cusp of letting everything go. “Please.”

The second plea was your undoing, clenching around him so tightly as you finish that he has no choice but to come with a moan of your name. An intense heat coats your body as you tremble under him, pleasure sparking behind your eyes. Your cunt milks him dry as his hips stutter, filling you up with everything he had.

“Shit.” Hinata tries not to fall onto you, leaning his weight to the side as he gives your cheek a kiss. Both of you were panting, trying to catch your breath as your bodies felt like they were on fire. “Feel warmer now?”

“Yes.” You let out a soft laugh. “Definitely.”

“Told ya.” He gives you a toothy grin, pulling you back to him so he can wrap you up in his arms. “I've wanted to do that for so long.”

“What?” Your heart jolts at the confession, inflaming your body even more as heat rushes to your face.

“I thought I was obvious about it.” His irises danced with amusement. “Didn’t you know I like you?”

“No!” You sit up, the blanket falling off of your back. Hinata’s eyes trail along your exposed body, eyes darkening once again. 

“Well, let me show you then.” He gives a boyish grin that makes your heart flutter, restarting with new purpose. “Besides, I think I’m feeling cold again.”