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[ass-andreceive]

Studio Time

Yoongi had been in the studio for hours, missing the dinner that you had carefully planned for him. Instead of getting upset, you pay him a surprise visit.

This was an idea I had rolling around for a few days. I’m open to writing for any member. Let me know if you want more!

You glanced at the clock for the millionth time before your gaze moved to the plate, full of cold food, sat in front of you. It's been two hours since you had been sat here. Four hours total since Yoongi told you he'd be home. You've been reminding yourself to be patient all day. BTS was finally on a well deserved hiatus and this was one of the few opportunities Yoongi had to make music for himself. He was always so busy with BTS albums that he never had time to truly lose himself in his therapy, his music, anymore. However, your brain argued against you, that this was also one of the few times that he had to spend time with you.

You weren't naive; you knew what signing up to be the secret girlfriend of an idol meant. You knew that you would never be first to him, that you would never be his top priority... but, to you, he was yours. You've bit your lip so many times the past two years. You let ARMY come first, you let the six members of BTS come first, hell, you let BIGHIT come first on many many occasions. Was it so awful to want one evening of Yoongi's undivided attention? You had been planning this dinner for over a month.

After Yoongi had called you from America to let you know about the hiatus your mind had gone into overdrive. A vacation? A staycation? A trip to visit his family? Should you fly to America and make it an extended stay? So many ideas floated around until you landed on what felt most like him: being in his safe zone. That meant studio time, nights in, and plenty of food. Tonight was your first night attempting to give Yoongi a well deserved break and here he was, absent like usual. He was home and still felt an ocean away.

 You let out a deep breath. Your eyes slowly started to fill with water before you forced yourself to make a decision. This wasn't intentional. Yoogni wasn't one to purposefully ignore you or let you down. You knew this, you knew him. He was just lost in his zone, maybe it was time you took a little piece of that zone for yourself. If he wasn't going to come to you there was nothing stopping you from going to him. 

 Before you knew it, your purse was in your hand, your coat was on, and you were headed out the door. Yoongi's studio was only four blocks away, nothing a brisk walk couldn't change. You couldn't stop picturing his face. You already knew he'd be slumped over his keyboard with his eyes zeroed in on his production. You knew he'd be stuck on a small piece of the song. You were sure he hadn't even realized how long he'd been sat there. His eyes probably hadn't left the screen this entire time to glance at a clock, let alone his phone. 

 Your hand reached out and grabbed the door handle to BIGHIT. You smiled at Soon-yi, the night receptionist, before flashing your badge at the elevator and hitting floor 8. Feeling the elevator lift your spirits lightened. At the doors opening your mind saw haze. You hadn't spent any alone time with Yoongi since his first night home and even then all he could do was give you a quick kiss before he was asleep from his long flight. You miss him. You missed his scent, his touch, the way he made you feel like the only thing that mattered.

You saw the 'Recording' light on over his studio. Taking a breath to settle yourself, you flashed your badge at the door before hearing it softly unlock. You let yourself, the door giving a quiet lock behind you. You shed your coat, shoes, and purse on the couch immediately to your left. You were left in your short skirt and long sleeve top. Your eyes immediately zeroed in on Yoongi, sat exactly how you had imagined him. A snare symbol was on repeat and Yoongi worked the mouse to adjust the pace every few seconds. With how fast his mouse was clicking you could tell just how long he had been at this specific task. This was the tiny piece that had trapped your boyfriend.

 Your eyes admired him from behind. His red hair a waterfall to the side, his white shirt hanging off his shoulders, collarbones and slight shoulder on display. You were practically drooling at the sight and you couldn't even see all of him yet. You took careful steps towards him, not wanting to disrupt him. Your hands ran down his arms as you gently touched your mouth to his neck, leaving him a light kiss. You felt Yoongi tense, saw the muscles in his arms constrict under your touch before he relaxed at the sound of your voice.

 "Hi baby." You whispered, still not wanting to disrupt his bubble.

 Yoongi paused what he was doing, giving you a glance out the corner of his eye.

 You gave his neck another light kiss before gently kissing below his ear. "I've missed you."

 His arm moved from under your touch to your waist, gently guiding you to the front of him. Your back hit the edge of the desk and your eyes finally took him in. God he looked so good. How was it possible that this man has been concentrated on one thing for hours and still looked like this? His skin looked so soft, his lips were full. His tongue poked out, lightly running over his bottom lip under your gaze. Your eyes snapped to his at the motion. There was he was, his brown eyes an endless sea, usually guarded to the world but fully open to you. You could see how hard he had been working, the frustration at the snare right under the surface and yet, longing, there too. Longing for you... you crossed your legs at the notion, seeking some sort of relief. 

 His eyes snapped to legs at the movement before locking back on yours. "How long have I been gone?" He asked quietly.

 "Four hours... " You mumbled, not wanting to make him feel bad for missing your quality time.

 "Baby... " He trails off, grabbing your hand to place a kiss on the back, "I'm so sorry, I should have been home by now. Shit-I just, I just so caught up. I'm sorry."

 His eyes reinforced his words, you knew he wouldn't purposefully miss your time together. You smiled a little, your heart lifting.

 "I know, I just missed you. I hope you don't mind me interrupting."  

 Yoongi gave your hand another kiss before he pulled you towards him, angling his head up. Your lips gently met, giving you a few quick pecks.

 "You're not, you're never, interrupting me." He said against your mouth, "Let me finish up and we can leave yeah?"

 You knew what he meant. 'Let me finish this piece that's bothering me otherwise I'll never be able to give you my full attention and that's what I want to be able to give you.'

 "Sure." You answered, stepping back against the desk. This position lasted you all of a few minutes. You couldn't take your eyes off him, so concentrated and in his element. It was rare for you to get to gaze at Yoongi in his element, every other time someone was around. At a music video shoot it was staff, in the studio it was the other members, at a concert it was ARMY. You never got to just admire him doing what he loved, what he excelled at, alone. You ran your eyes over his face, amazed at how incredible he is.

 This insanely talented man was yours... how you managed to land him will always be a mystery to you. No matter what Yoongi tells you, you can't wrap your mind around the fact that this fine ass man chose you over millions of girls who desire him. Your stomach erupted in butterflies. You had to touch him, right now. You had to finally feel his skin against yours. 

 You climbed onto his chair, each leg on the side of him, straddling him. Your skirt rode up, leaving your most sensitive area right against his, only a bare layer of lace and jean between your lap and his. Yoongi wrapped his arm around your waist, resting on your butt. He gave you a little squeeze, keeping you from getting up. Not that you had ever planned on it. Your eyes gave one last glance over his face before skimming his neck and collarbones. God, you were practically moaning and he wasn't even indecent... yet. Your mouth connected back to his neck, his skin soft and silky. You hooked your arm around his neck and kissed upwards, right until you found the spot that had him seeing circles. You began lightly sucking, wanting to work him up to match your mood. 

 Under your attention his grip tightened around you as his breathing deepened. You could still hear him clicking around with the snare, but knew that he wasn't going to be able to focus for much longer. You sucked harder, giving a gentle bite to the area. You could just imagine his eyes shutting as he felt his head lean further back into the chair. Your hips began gently rocking, needing to feel some friction between you. Right as your center rocked over his, Yoongi left out a deep moan. You could feel that he was wanting you as much as you were wanting him. 

 You leaned your head up to connect your lips as you heard the snare drum finally in beat with the song, one more quick click (most likely to the save button) and felt his other arm tightening around you. Yoongi pulled you flush against him, his hands moved to your ass, squeezing your centers together.

 "Keep moving baby, let me feel how badly you want me." His said, grazing his lips against yours over and over again.

 This man was driving you into a frenzy. Your lace against your clit against his center... his lips touching yours just lightly enough as he whispered dirty encouragements made you want to combust right there. This is what you had missed. How insane with need he made you feel, made you crave.

 You rolled your hips harder, fully connecting your mouths. Your licked at his bottom lip, wanting to feel his tongue against yours. Yoongi acquiesced and you tangled yourself even further into him. If it was one thing your boyfriend excelled at, it was his attention to detail. This man was lethal with his tongue. You moaned into him, your hips never losing their rhythm.

 "That feel good baby?" He said, moving his tongue to your neck, biting his way down. "Let me hear you.... tell me how good you're feeling."

 Your eyes rolled back, fuck. With the friction at your center and his lips carving a path along your throat, you couldn't take it. Your hands reached down to pull your shirt off, making Yoongi separate from you for a quick minute. The second your shirt was off his mouth was back to your neck and his hands were moving to undo your bra. You felt the cold air hit your nipples, instantly making them pebble, before Yoongi's shirt was off and your breasts were flush against his bare chest.

 God, he felt so good. He felt like he was everywhere all at once. Your nipples were brushing at his smooth chest, your center rolling against his member, his mouth hot against the perfect spot on your neck. Every sensation was becoming more and more heightened. 

 Yoongi pulled away, giving you a quick kiss. "Be a good girl and go lay on the couch for me."

 You climbed off him, feeling how wet you were as your thighs rubbed against each other. You made your way over to couch, walking backwards so that your eyes never left his. You took him in while you unzipped your skirt and pushed it down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your red lace panties. Yoongi's eyes zeroed in on your body. You, naked in his studio, was a dream he often thought about. Especially when he was on tour and was missing you. You, here, in his space doing what he told you was his ultimate fantasy.

 You ran your eyes across his bare chest, seeing him breathe deeply as he readjusted himself in his jeans. He got up and stalked towards you, pushing your knees back against the couch. As you were forced to sit Yoongi pushed your legs apart. His eyes trailed from your eyes all the way to your laced center. He moved his face to the side, kissing your leg at the ankle. His lips never left your leg as he made his way all the way to your panties. You could feel his breath against your core. You went to close your legs unintentionally before his hand shot out, keeping you spread apart for him.

 "Do you need some relief baby? Need me to touch you?" He asked, running his tongue over your covered slit.

 "Fuck... fuck." You cried, placing your hand in his red hair.

 He gave you another lick before he pulled away, "Say it, use your words." He ordered.

 You cried, feeling him go back to giving you another lick. "Fuck, yes please. Yes, yes." 

 Yoongi quickly pulled away, before you could protest he was sliding your panties off and dived right into you. His tongue licked along your slit before a complaint could leave your lips. Instead, expletives flew out. Fuck this felt so good. He continued to give your whole center attention before he pulled your clit between your lips and began sucking. Your eyes flew closed as your hand dug itself deeper into his hair.

 "Yes baby, oh god." You moaned loudly.

 Yoongi smirked against you, pushing a finger into you as he sucked. This, right here, was why he sound proofed his studio. He got his own studio a week after you had started dating with this exact fantasy in mind. You felt Yoongi add a second finger, and then a third, as you began to feel the rise of your climax.

 "Yoongi-" You moaned, unable to get words out, "Don't stop... please, please, please." You cried out.

 He worked his fingers harder, pushing you higher and higher into your orgasm. You felt him gently bite on your clit and you were done for. You body tightened before releasing, pleasure completely taking over your mind. Your fingers were merciless against his hair as you were coming down from your high.

 Yoongi gently pushed away from you. You could hear him unzipping his pants and stepping out of them. What you couldn't hear was that he pulled his boxers down with it. Your eyes opened as he placed a deep kiss against your lips. You moaned at the taste of you on him. Fuck, this man was going to be the death of you. You propped yourself on your elbows as you kissed. You went to reach to pull down his boxers and was met with the silky touch of his hips. 

 You opened your eyes at this, just as he pulled back from you smirking. "On your knees baby."

 He didn't have to tell you twice, you had been fantasizing about taking him in your mouth all day. You had been salivating at the idea of bringing him pure unadulterated pleasure. You took the tip of him in your mouth, giving him light little sucks before you pulled away and ran your hand up and down his shaft. You needed to coat him enough to be able to take all of him. Yoongi's eyes rolled back as he guided your head back to his length.

 You took him back in your mouth, this time using your hand to reach the areas of him that you hadn't taken in your mouth yet. You wrapped your lips around him as you bobbed your head further and further, wanting to take all of him. You kept sucking until you felt your throat relax enough to begin to take him all. His grip tightened in your hair as your hand moved from his shaft to his balls. You gave him a light rub as you felt him hit the back of your throat. Your eyes watered as he left out a guttural moan. 

 You felt his hips begin to push into you. You steeled your head and opened your throat to take him. Yoongi began working his member into you as you fought to keep yourself relaxed. Your thighs sought friction against each other as you felt Yoongi get close to his release. You went to give him another gentle rub before he completely pulled himself out of your lips with a soft pop. Your cheeks hallowed without him and he grabbed your arms and pulled you against him.

 Your mouth met his as he pushed you full against the couch. Your bare back connected with the black leather as your eyes sought his. He gave you a gentle kiss before moving to align his hips to yours. Your eyes couldn't choose a spot to focus on. His hair was a mess from your hands, his neck was marked by your mouth, and his chest was moving quickly as he sought his breath. You watched as he pushed your legs apart and felt him rub his length up and down your slit a few times.

 Yoongi's eyes met yours, silently asking you for your permission. You gave him a little nod as you felt him begin to push into you. God he felt so big. It had been a few months since you were able to fully connect your bodies like this. You hadn't been able to feel him since before he left for tour. You felt your walls fight against him, but the more he pushed in the more your body became adjusted once again to his. He moaned at this, feeling yourself tighten around him again and again.

 "Yeah baby?" You breathlessly asked, watching his unable to keep his eyes opened.

 "Fuck," He mummed, pushing himself fully into you. As your hips slotted against each other you gripped his arm, letting out a whine. He was so big inside you. God, only he could make you feel so fucking good.

 He began gently rocking his hips, allowing your walls to relax around him enough to be able to move. As he gently rocked against you your bodies found a rhythm. Your hips lifted a little to meet his at each thrust. Yoongi began pushing into you harder, forcing your body to take the impact. His eyes settled on your breasts as they rocked back and forth to his pace. He pushed in harder and harder, your skin connecting and deep moans filling the studio.

 Yoongi leaned a little on one side, making his length hit the perfect spot inside you. You swear stars flashed across your vision.

"Oh my god, oh my god" You cried, digging your nails into his arm.

 "Mmm... right there?" He asked, angling for that spot again and again.

 As he set a grueling pace you couldn't stop the moans from leaving your lips. Your body began the climb again. With each thrust filling you so deep and hitting so right you knew you weren't going to be able to last long. With how fast Yoongi was moving, you could tell he wasn't going to last long either.

 Wanting to see him finish you opened your eyes, feeling your body lift higher and higher. He had his eyes rolled back in bliss as he reached to pinch your nipple. At that pinch your body flew off the edge. Waves and waves of pleasure rocked into you, making you hit the edge again and again. 

  "Fuck yes, fuck." You heard Yoongi moan before you felt him tighten and release into you. You could feel him paint inside you as you both fought to catch your breath. As you were coming down Yoongi leaned across you to kiss you softly. "I'm sorry I missed dinner baby." He said.

 You kissed him back, "This beats dinner." You laughed.

 It wasn't until your walk home, your hand in his, that you realized the rhythm Yoongi had set was to the snare beat he had been working on for the past four hours. Maybe it wasn't just the beat that had been frustrating him after all.

[ass-andreceive]

The Attic

"Freddie we are not looking at our old school photos."

"Come on Melia, it'll be fun!" Fred replied, his smirk growing larger.

"Yeah, super fun Melia." George butted in.

A light blush crept onto Fred's cheeks at George's emphasis on his nickname for me. They turned to each other with knowing smirks. Nothing good was going to come out of whatever they said next.

"Too scared I'll see what you casted on the back of Fred's photo eh?" George laughed.

I narrowed my eyes at him, "I'll have you know-"

"Was it a love spell? Oh wait! I bet it was 'Amelia and Fred' written in a heart!" He laughed.

"George stop." Fred replied, rolling his eyes as his cheeks remained their red hue.

"No George, keep it going. We'll see just how well you sleep tonight." I responded.

"Sleep? I doubt I'll get any with you sharing Fred's bed next to me."

"That's it I'll--"

"And we're going!" Fred jumped up, grabbing my arm and pulling me out the door.

"Remember kids, always use a con-"

Fred slammed the door behind him. He casted a quick glance at me, "Ignore him Melia. He's just trying to take the piss."

He led up the stairs, his grip still loosely on the wrist. I looked at all the family portraits on the wall as we climbed higher and higher in the burrow. All the Weasleys smiling and laughing in each one. My eyes lingered on one of Charlie Weasleys last day at Hogwarts. His eyes crinkled as he had his arms around two other Gryffindor boys. It took extra effort for me to turn away from his captivating features.

"It's okay Freddie. I know he's just trying to get under our skin." I responded, the incident already forgotten.

George loved to make constant jokes about how close Fred and I are. Despite being best friends with both of the twins, Fred and I quickly bonded as first years. I met the boys on the platform. My mom, a muggle, was struggling to figure out how to get me onto nine and three quarters. Molly noticed her while the twins noticed me. The Weasleys came to both of our aid that day. We chatted the entire way to Hogwarts and have been friends ever since. Despite looking identical, down to the freckle, Fred had a softer approach that allowed me to open up. Without him I'd probably never had made friends or start to come out of my shell. We're in our final year and closer than ever.

I jolted back into the moment when Fred unlocked and pulled me through the attic door. I glanced around the room. There was furniture draped under blankets, an older clock in the corner, and trunks of all shapes and colors spread out. Fred was assessing each trunk. He ventured further into the room.

"Over here! I found it!"

The trunk was a burgundy red faded with patches on the top. Fred went to open it but the top wouldn't move. He tried a few more times but the lock only jingled in response.

"You wouldn't happen to have our wand on you would you?" He asked sheepishly.

"Sorry," I cringed slightly. Knowing that I should keep my wand on me, a wizards greatest form of protection, but I have an awful habit of forgetting.

"No worries. I'll run downstairs and look for the key. I'll be right back," Fred said as he went towards the door, "Promise!"

As he turned out the door he closed it, on habit, where it clicked shut.

"Oh god."

I ran towards the door, trying to open it. The knob turned towards the right, not turning all the way.

"Fred?" I asked loudly, trying the knob again and again.

"Freddie?" I called again, still not getting a response.

A sigh escaped me as I paced around the room. Fred said he'd be right back. I looked around again at all the stuff, trying to stay busy until Fred returned. My gaze kept returning to the family clock, each time the hands ticking further and further. I eventually got up and started walking around the maze of stuff. My fingers skimmed an old coat when the door creaked open.

I started to walk back towards the door, my view blocked by a stack of luggage. "Freddie! Finally you're-"

"Not Freddie," a smirking Charlie responded, right as I turned straight into his chest.

I felt his strong hands grip my upper arms, slightly slightly down as he leaned in, his mouth near my ear.

"Now what are you doing up in the attic Amelia? The boys torturing you again?"

I felt my hair stand on end, his voice sending chills down my spine.

I struggled to get my words out, his scent overpowering me, "Charlie... you're home."

"For the weekend," he pulled away slightly, gazing down at me, "Have my annual meetings with the ministry."

"Oh," I blandly responded. Hyper aware of his hands still on my arms.

"You've grown up Mil," his gaze spreading from my head to my toes, "Definitely not the girl I last saw a few years ago."

My toes curled under the weight of his stare. I didn't know what to stay back to him. Was his tone... approving?

"Beautiful," he murmured, finally letting go of my arms to take a few steps back. Finger tips grazing his lips, his gaze never me. His eyes would dip down to my body and back again.

"It's good to see you." I said, attempting to cut the tension.

My body was growing warm under his stare, my cheeks slightly heating.

"Miss me Mils?" He smirked dropping his fingers from his lips. He twirled his ring around his finger.

My cheeks flared. I took a step back, bumping into a stack of trunks behind me.

"Of course, I miss all you Weasleys."

Charlie took a step towards me, hand still moving his ring.

"All of us hm? What about just me? How much did you miss only me?"

My throat went dry. I struggled to swallow. I fiddled with the bottom of my jumper.

"Well it's been years Charlie... " I trailed off, hoping my silence would answer his question.

Charlie hummed in response. He gaze remained on my face as he moved a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"It's amazing what changes in the course of a few years."

His finger trailed to the side of my neck.

"Oh yeah?" I questioned, my breathing quickening.

"How old are you now Millie?" His past nicknames for me slipping out.

"Eighteen."

His fingers remained on the side of my neck, slowly curving towards the back. I felt frozen under his touch.

"I always thought you were cute Millie, but now... " His grip loosely circled around my throat, tilting my head up, "You've matured. Look at how stunning you are, look at your body."

I couldn't tare my eyes from his as he grabbed my hips and sat me on the trunks.

I've always had a crush on Charlie. He was always handsome and time had been good to him. He had a slight stubble and a deep dimple in his right cheek. His eyes were a blazing blue, pinning me to my spot. His grip tightened a bit.

"What do you think? Still find me 'handsome'?" He grinned, referencing to my childhood when the boys slipped me veritaserum and it kicked in right as Charlie walked through the door.

My cheeks fully flamed, "I- "

"And don't lie Millie, I know you used to have a crush on me."

I swallowed, attempting to buy time, "I've always liked you Charlie."

He leaned in, brushing his lips against my ear, "I know."

I could tell he was smirking without having to see him. He slid my legs apart to come stand in between them. Our bodies were centimeters apart, I could feel the heat radiating off of him.

"Charlie, what are you doing?" I whispered.

"Fulfilling your fantasies I'd imagine."

His lips brushed over my neck a few times before he firmly pressed a kiss into my throat. It all felt so much. His hand around my throat, his lips, the fabric of his jeans against my thighs. My shorts slide further up my legs as I grabbed his arms.

"This isn't- we shouldn't- "

Charlies response was to press our bodies firmly together, high grip tight against my throat.

"If you don't want me to Amelia I will stop right now. Do you want me to stop?" He said firmly.

No. I've wanted this for so long. Despite my budding crush on Fred, I've pined after Charlie for years. Caught up here, in secret, our bodies pressed against each other... I couldn't fathom the thought of him walking away. I was on fire for him.

I shook my head no, begging him with my eyes to continue. Charlie got the message. He pressed his lips gently against the corner of mine. He pulled back, searching my gaze for any sense of hesitancy. Seeing none, he finally, finally, kissed me. His pressed his lips against mine again and again until his tongue swiped across my lips. My lips opened in surprise as he he began to explore my mouth. My grip tightened in the front of his shirt, bringing him as close to me as possible.

As Charlie kissed me I couldn't get over how long I've dreamed about this, fantasied about this. Charlie had no idea how right he was when he guessed that.

"Charlie, please" I gasped between kisses, "more."

With full permission Charlie didn't hold back. Mouth moved between my lips to my throat, leaving deep purple marks in his wake. His hands began at my waist to where he moved to my breasts. He gave me a slight squeeze, causing my back to arch into him. Our pelvis' finally met. Charlie was hard in his jeans, grabbing my hips to press us harder together. I felt so overwhelmed. No man had ever touched me this way, no man had ever kissed me this way.

Charlie's hands slid under my shirt and worked their way towards my breasts.

"No bra Mills? Now I know you knew'd I'd be home."

My cheeks flared. His fingers pulled my nipples taunt, cupping me again to create friction.

"Oh," I gasped.

"How does that feel Millie? Me touching you... I could touch you more if you want."

My body flamed, "Please."

Charlie gripped the edge of my leggings, dragging them down as he went back to my neck.

"Has anyone ever touched you like this?" He asked.

I shook my head no, not able to make the words come out of my mouth.

"How?" His gaze connected to mine as he slide my leggings and underwear off of my feet, "You are absolutely breathtaking Amelia."

I felt my entire body flush. Any trace of shyness, worry, or fear dissipated at his words. Charlie made me feel wanted and beautiful. He made me feel seen.

I pulled him up to me for another kiss. Charlie rubbed my cheek, connecting our gazes.

"Let me make you feel good Millie."

I answered him by pulling off my sweater. Completely naked to him he gaze explore my entirety. Right when I was starting to feel shy Charlie pulled his shirt off, kicking off his shoes and jeans in the process. Left in just his underwear he dropped to his eyes, level with my sex. His hands spread me apart, gripping my inner thighs. I felt my breathing go uneven as he gave me one last look before his tongue swiped over my clit.

One hand grabbed the trunk while the other gripped into his hair, "Merlin, Charlie... don't stop."

This only encouraged Charlie. He tongue swiped over me again and again while he used one finger to push into me.

My vision began to blur at just how good this felt. I didn't know sex was, or could be, like this. I never wanted this feeling to end.

"You're so wet Millie... I'm going to add another finger."

Charlie added another feeling, stretching me further. Merlin, touching myself had never felt this good. The combination of Charlies tongue mixed with his fingers was pushing me over the edge.

"Charlie, I'm going to- " I felt myself tighten around his fingers. He kept licking my clit, pushing me through my orgasm. As he withdrew his fingers I took a deep breath.

Charlie sucked his fingers, standing up. He gave me a wink as he met my gaze, "You taste so good Millie."

My gaze widened a bit as he pushed his underwear down his legs.

"I can't wait to feel you around me, so wet and tight... begging for my cock."

My body started to burn all over again. I needed all of him and then some more. I leaned up to kiss him as he aligned himself up to me.

"This might hurt a little," He whispered.

"It's okay Charlie. I want you."

I gripped his arm as he began to push into me. I felt him enter me as he began to stretch me.

"Fuck. You're so tight Millie. You feel amazing."

Charlie pressed his lips to my neck, sucking on my sensitive skin as he filled me to the brim. I felt a slight pinch, a small burn, and then... euphoria.

"Oh! Oh! Yes, please, please."

"Is that good?" Charlie asked, his breath hot on my skin. He continued to pump in and out, going harder and harder each time.

"Don't stop Charlie, please."

Charlie pushed harder, connecting our lips as he raced his release.

"Fuck," I heard him whisper under his breath as he leaned away to watch where we were connected. His breathing deepened and I could tell he was getting closer.

I ran my hands up his chest as I pressed a few kisses against his throat.

"Millie I'm going to cum." He pumped faster, "Are you? Can I?"

"Yes, yes, I have the protective charm."

He grunted. The sound of our skin meeting and heavy breaths filling the attic. Charlie reached down, lightly rubbing my clit. I felt myself clench around him. Our breathing grew faster as we we both reached our release. Charlie collapsed slightly into me, pressing a final kiss to my neck. He pulled over of me, grabbing my cheek to meet his lips to mine.

We began to collect ourselves, pulling on our pieces of clothing while stealing kisses.

"What are you doing up in the attic anyways" He asked, slipping on his final shoe.

I couldn't stop the laugh that escaped me. Charlie smirked in response.

"I was about to ask you the same thing."

He helped me off the trunk, giving me another peck, "You really are so beautiful Millie."

Even after our intimate moment, I couldn't help the light blush that settled on my cheeks.

I pulled on my shoes and right as I stood up I heard the steps to the attic creak.

"Melia! I found the- Charlie! You're home!" Fred said, hopefully not noticing a thing. "What are you doing up here with Melia?"

Charlie and I shared a look, a giggle on my lips and a smirk on his.