#Goosebumps on my arms and hair on the back of my scalp raising

[nanaslutt]

first time trying anal with boyfriend Choso 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

ʚ cont: fem reader, anal, fingering, anal fingering, hand jobs, dirty talk, fucked out reader & Choso, praise, Choso is whipped, overstimulation

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"Mmmm." Choso's soft moans vibrated against your mouth as he kissed you softly, slowly rutting his hard cock against your clothed cunt. "Feels good." You whispered against his lips, doing your best to rub yourself against him. "Good..." Choso mumbled between kisses, "Wanna make you feel good." His words were accompanied by a groan when you wrapped your legs around his waist tighter, keeping him as close as possible.

Choso's hands slid up your body from their place on your waist, his large, warm hands raising your shirt up in the process as he dragged his hands against your skin, his touch sending goosebumps down your spine. "Let me get this off you," Choso whispered, breaking the kiss and leaning up a bit. You held your arms back above your head, making it easier for him to get the piece of clothing off of you.

He carefully tossed the shirt on the other side of the bed before he directed his attention back to your chest, which was now completely bare. Choso shook his head back and forth before his large hands engulfed your tits. The firm massage he was giving them made you gasp, your eyes looking down at his hands to watch him work before you looked back up at him, eyebrows furrowed.

"So pretty baby, you're so pretty," Choso whispered before leaning down to your tits. His mouth opened with a soft "hahh." sound before he took one of your nipples into his mouth and started sucking. "Oh fuck." You whispered, tangling your hands in his soft hair, pressing him against you. Choso released breathy moans against your skin, making your body heat up as he sucked your nipple into his hot mouth. 

He pinched your other nipple between his fingers, making sure you didn't feel neglected there while he gave the first one some more attention. You weren't surprised in the slightest when Choso's hips picked up against you, his humping now harder and more frequent as he found a pace. His cock ached in the confines of his too-tight boxers, but the friction felt good nonetheless.

He groaned when your nails raked across his scalp as you pulled on his hair when he sucked your nipple particularly hard. He felt pre-cum drip out of his cock and spread on the inside of his boxers, wetting them and his sensitive tip as he continued rutting his cock against you. "I can't wait to be inside you baby," Choso whispered against your skin. 

You dropped your head to watch him lose himself while sucking your chest, and it wasn't hard to see the deep red blush spreading across his face. "You excited to fuck my ass?" You teased, smiling as you raked your hands through his hair, scratching his nape before dragging your fingers through the strands again. Choso hummed at the action, he always loved getting his hair played with. "Mhm... heard it feels really tight," Choso mumbled, lifting his head off of your nipple for only a moment.

His lips were swollen as his mouth hung open, greedily sucking in the air. He only locked eyes with you for a moment before he dipped back down and took your other nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it. You released a shaky whimper as your head tipped back, "Cho... fuck, who told you that? hm?" You asked, your eyes fluttering in their sockets when his fat tip bumped against your clit perfectly, making your hips chase his for more attention down there.

"Gojo." He immediately replied. You yanked on his hair, not too hard, but just hard enough that it made Choso's cock throb, an almost whine leaving his lips as he was forcefully removed from your tits. Although you had ripped him away from his favorite things in the world, his hands didn't stop massaging the fat as he held eye contact with you. "Baby, stop going to Gojo for sex advice, please." You begged, dragging your hands from his hair to the sides of his face, brushing the stray strands out of the way before you held his cheeks, your thumb brushing over the skin.

"But everything he's said has been right." Choso countered, making you shake your head. "You fuck me well enough on your own, you don't need to go to him anymore okay? If you have a question about anything you come to me." You said, raising your eyebrows at him. Choso's eyes were a bit lidded, but he nodded in understanding nonetheless before he sat back on his knees, your thighs over his, as he caressed your skin.

"Do I really fuck you good?" Choso asked the obvious. You knew he wasn't really insecure about whether or not he fucks you well, he just got off on hearing you praise him, so you decided to humor him. "You fuck me so good Choso, every time. Make me cum so hard." You respond, smiling as you rub your hands over his, teasing your fingers along his. Choso felt his entire body get engulfed in flames, his cock throbbing at your words.

His eyes fell even more with arousal as he raked his eyes over your body, which was completely his to look at. "Do you think I'm gonna fuck your ass good too?" Choso asked, his words making your cunt throb. Choso didn't seem to have a lot of shame when it came to dirty talking in the bedroom, which was so fucking good for your cunt, but so bad for your heart. "Yeah baby, I do." You responded, feeling a sudden rush of arousal wash over you. This was really happening, he was going to fuck your ass.

Choso nodded in response, his hips slowly starting to rock back against yours. "Gonna let me work you open now so I can do that?" He asked, his eyes now glued to the place where the two of you would soon be connected, where he was currently rubbing himself against. "Mhm." You responded, your face hot as you watched him grow more and more aroused.

Choso didn't make any effort to move for a moment. The only tell he was thinking about something was the slight crease between his eyebrows and the slowing of his hips the longer he looked down at you. You were just about to ask what was wrong before he spoke. "I'm not sure the best way to do this. Should I finger you open in this position or from the back?" He asked, his shameless words once again catching you off guard and making you throb.

"Actually... I think I wanna do it like this. Wanna see your face to know if it hurts or if I'm doing okay." Choso spoke, answering his own question. You reached up your hand and caressed the side of his face, smiling sweetly up at him. "Whatever you want Cho, I trust you." You said, making his blush turn an even deeper shade of red, the tips of his ears blushing as well.

Choso met your eyes for a moment before he looked back down and watched his own hand slide up your thigh, getting closer and closer to your cunt. Your mouth fell open in a small o as you panted, waiting for him to touch you. You spread your legs a little wider for him, welcoming the touch that was about to come. Choso's thumb soon met with your hard clit through your panties, making a soft gasp leave your lips as the contact, one that made his cock throb.

He ever so slowly rubbed circles against your clit, his other hand pushing the underside of your thigh up as he backed up his crotch from against you so he had a better view of your ass. "Gonna take your panties off now," Choso whispered, ceasing the rubbing against your clit. You squirmed a bit at the loss, feeling your insides throb for him even though he had barely touched you.

You allowed Chosos to manipulate your legs how he needed while he pulled your panties off your body, exposing your dripping cunt and tight little hole. Choso rolled his shoulders as he felt his cock throb at the sight of your unobstructed body, clearly twitching and throbbing for his attention. Choso was a patient man, but he was still a man. He was going to take his time working you open, but he hoped it wouldn't take that long, he could feel his balls throb already just from looking at you.

His mouth ran dry at just the thought of being inside you. "You okay Cho?" You asked, shocking him out of his trance. His eyes found yours, a look of lust and sheer need all over his face. "Just wanna be inside you." He said, one of his large hands reaching down to palm his cock over his pants as he reached down and spread you open, your folds coated in your wetness.

"Does it hurt? Wan' me to suck you off first?" You asked, ever so generously. Choso shook his head in response to your words despite how hard they made his cock throb. "Wanna save my cum for your ass," Choso said honestly. You had to take a moment to look at the ceiling and take a deep breath. Choso had a seriously filthy mouth, sometimes you wanted to tape it shut. Gathering yourself, you smiled as you looked back at his focused face, which was now teasing the entrance of your cunt, making you wiggle a bit.

"Who said you could cum inside my ass?" You responded, teasing him. Choso immediately looked up at you, a hurtful look graced his features for only a moment before it was gone. You could tell he wanted to protest but he would never go against your wishes. "You- you're right." He responded, now a bit dejected. You giggled before rubbing his thigh soothingly, making him look back up at you. 

"I'm teasing you, Cho, of course, I want you to cum inside me." You added. The speed at which he visibly perked up made you want to laugh. He almost looked like he was glowing, if you looked hard enough you were sure you could see sparkles in his eyes. "Don't tease me like that. It's hard to know whether you're being serious." He said before dropping his attention back to your cunt.

You were about to apologize before Choso pushed a single finger into your cunt, your wet walls welcoming his finger with ease. "C-choso w-why are you touching me there?" You asked, your breath hitching when he curled his finger up and started petting against your g-spot. Choso shrugged before he repeated the action, starting to pump his finger in and out of you slowly at the same time. "It looked like it wanted me in here." He replied, speaking as if your cunt was it's separate entity from you. 

You bounced your hips down against his finger, making sure he fucked it all the way to the base each time. "Guess I wasn't wrong," Choso added, seeing how needy you became the moment he started touching you there, combined with your breathy whimpers and pleasured expression. While you were distracted, Choso took the opportunity to reach down to your other hold and use your juices that were leaking down to rub small circles against it.

"Bend your knees and put your feet on the bed for me please," Choso instructed. It took you a moment to do so, but once your pleasure-riddled brain registered his words, you placed your feet against the mattress and spread your legs, giving him a perfect view of your cunt and ass. "Good girl, thank you." Choso praised, nodding his head. "K-keep going baby." You begged, wiggling your hips at him, trying to get him to keep touching your cunt.

Choso nodded before inserting the same finger back inside you but also joined it with another, stretching you open even more. Your mouth fell open in surprise as he screwed you open on his fingers, your juices being fucked out of you and adding to the mess on your ass and the bedsheets. Choso returned his ring finger against your ass and flipped his hand so his palm was facing the ceiling as he rubbed it against you.

The small circles against the tight ring of your ass felt nice combined with his fingers roughly fucking you open, the pads of his fingers rubbing perfectly against your g-spot. "You can put a finger in Cho, I can take it." You begged, trying to press your ass against him from your place on the bed. Choso shook his head, continuing to rub circles against your puckered hole while he fucked your cunt with his fingers.

"It's not wet enough yet." He replied, his voice steady. but you could tell from the rapid twitching and growing wet spot on his boxers that he was actively losing his mind and restraining himself. "Then make it wet enough. Grab the lube if you have to please Cho, I can't wait anymore." You begged your voice too sweet to decline. "Top drawer?" Came Choso's voice soon after your begging words. With a nod from you, he was pulling his fingers out of your warm cunt with a dejected sound from you as he leaned over your body, reaching for the handle of the drawer.

Choso's cock was tenting his damp boxers, his huge boner poking your leg as he fumbled around in the drawer. You took the opportunity of him being distracted to catch him off guard a little. Reaching out, you started palming his hot cock in your hand. Choso's entire body went ridged at the touch, a strangled groan leaving his lips as his abs flexed. You felt his cock kick in your hand, a bead of precum leaking through the fabric at the same time, making you rub your thumb over it, simultaneously teasing his cockhead.

"Ugh... d-done," Choso whined, his hand pausing in his pursuit of the lube as he relished in the pleasure your hand brought him. You looked up at him from above you while you smiled mischievously before pulling his boxers slowly down, freeing his thick cock. Choso hissed when the air around him touched his skin, slightly cold from how wet it was thanks to how much he was leaking. 

"What's wrong baby?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows at him in faux concern as you wrapped your hand around his cock and stroked him slowly, your other hand massaging his balls in your palm. Choso fell forward a bit, his hand slipping from the dresser as he placed his hand on the bed next to your head, his eyes shut as he tried to ground himself and keep himself from falling on top of you. "Does that feel good?" You teased, rubbing your palm over his cock head, engulfing the tip and rotating it in circles.

Choso groaned, his arms shaking a bit next to your head as he let you jerk his neglected cock, his jaw open in a small o. "Grab the lube baby, don't go dumb on me now." You whispered, feeling hot as you watched him fall apart from just a few touches. 

“S-stop moving your hand.. please.” Choso cried, his hips jerking against you, thrusting his cock into your tight fist. “You can do it baby.” you smiled, trying to keep the amusement off your face as you stroked him off, watching him fight to gain the strength back in his arms to search for the lube. 

Choso fumbled around in the drawer for a moment, his eyes fluttering in their sockets before he eventually found the lube, gripping the small bottle tightly. He placed his arms on either side of your body, lube bottle tightly in his fist as he relished in you jerking him off, his hips now steadily thrusting into your hand. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” Choso groaned, pulling his lip between his teeth.

“Enjoying yourself?” you teased, fighting the urge to press your legs together as you listened to the desperate sounds leaving his lips. “uh huh,” Choso replied, nodding his head. You never grew tired of watching Choso's pleasured expression whenever you touched him like this, he was so handsome it was hard to look away.

Choso's hand wrapping around your own took you out of your trance, your eyes falling to look down between his legs. Choso's hand engulfed your own as he sped up your thrusts using his own hand over yours to jerk himself off. His precum was hot as it dripped against your stomach, some of it sticking to both of your hands and making the slick sounds grow.

You almost forgot about your own neediness completely as Choso's head fell into the crook of your neck, his breathing fast and stuttered as his hand squeezed harder around your own. "Choso..." You whispered, your eyebrows pinching together as your body was encased in the heat radiating from his skin. His hair and hot breath tickled your neck as he panted and shook, his eyes squeezed firmly shut.

M-mmm fuck... oh fuck-" Choso's cry started soft and breathy but raised in pitch just before you felt his sharp teeth sink into your skin. You gasped at the unexpected feeling before you felt Choso's body go ridged. Hot ropes of cum spilled from his cock and landed on your tummy, decorating your skin. Choso continued to help you jerk him off, his jerking erratic and needy as he milked his cock fully, releasing all of his seed on you.

You made sure to squeeze your hand tighter each time you rubbed it upwards, wanting him to give you all of his cum. Choso released his now sticky hand from your own and placed it by your head as he caught his breath, his abs still clenching and body jerking from his orgasm. "Hahhhh..." He breathed, his body slowly relaxing. "You feel better now?" You smiled, releasing his cock and wiping his cum on the bed, your other hand raking through his hair.

Choso groaned softly before he raised his head from the crook of your neck, his face red and expression pouty. You caressed his cheeks, watching how his eyebrows furrowed. "I wanted to cum inside you." He pouted, looking down briefly at the mess on your stomach. There was so much of it, and it was so thick. You leaned your head up and connected your lips with his, kissing him softly. When you pulled away he was still pouting.

"You still can Cho, but you needed to let that out." You said, caressing his soft skin. Choso let you pamper him before he sat back on his heels, his large hand caressing your thigh as he held the small bottle of lube in the other. "I do feel better..." He said quietly, twirling the bottle in his hands, looking slightly out of it from his orgasm. "Don't forget about me now, I still need you Choso." You said teasingly, pouting at him as you laid prettily against the sheets, wiggling your hips at him, reminding him of what he was supposed to be doing.

Choso nodded before popping open the cap to the lube. He pulled his hand back from your thigh, before pouring some of the sticky liquid onto his fingers, spreading it around. You swallowed hard, watching him caress his long, thick fingers with a cum like substance. You always did love his hands. 

"Legs up again please." He asked nicely, his eyes now glued to your tight hole as you placed your feet on the bed and spread your legs. Choso scooted closer to you, making sure he had the best view possible before he started rubbing one of his lubed-up fingers against your hole, the cold sensation only biting your skin for a moment before the heat from his fingers replaced it. Choso placed his other hand on your pelvis as his thumb reached down to slowly rub big, slow circles against your clit.

You sighed at the touch, your eyes falling shut as you relaxed at the feeling. "I'm gonna put a finger in now. Let me know if it's too much." You nodded at Choso's words, he was always so careful not to hurt you during sex. You weren't sure he could even if you asked. You braced yourself to feel the unfamiliar feeling of something in that hole, even though you had made acquaintances with it earlier when you prepped yourself. 

You sucked in a sharp breath when Choso's thick finger penetrated the tight hole, pressing in slowly. Choso watched your face screw in discomfort before he looked back down to your holes. He rubbed your clit a little faster, adding more pressure on it to take the focus off of something being in your ass and more on the pleasure side of things.

"You okay?" Choso asked, keeping his finger still inside of you once he fully inserted it. His cock was now standing at full attention again as he relished in the tight warmth that surrounded his finger. Gojo really was right, it was so fucking tight. Less wet than your cunt, but so fucking tight. His cock was throbbing just thinking about how it was going to feel once he finally got inside you. 

"Feels a little weird... p-please move." You begged, the feeling of something still inside you feeling more uncomfortable than when he was sliding it in. "Alright." Choso acknowledged before he started thrusting his finger in and out of your ass, rubbing your clit at the same pace. "How's it feel?" He asked, his mouth running dry as he watched your ass suck his finger in.

"Feels like I have a finger in my ass." You teased, wiggling your hips against him. The pleasure was there, but it was more so from your clit being played with than what Choso was doing in the back. You heard from your friends that it always felt better with something thicker, harder, and you hoped they were right.

"I'm gonna add another finger, please try to bear with it," Choso said, nodding at you before he pulled his finger out and pressed against your tight hole with two fingers now. You gripped his knees that rested under yours to ground yourself as he reinserted his fingers, the stretch being a little difficult but the lube proved to be helping tremendously. While it felt a little better now, it still mostly just felt uncomfortable.

Choso's eyebrows were furrowed as he felt your hole squeeze around his fingers, pulsing the same way your cunt was, only more intensely. He wanted to make you feel as good as possible, but he wasn't sure how. So he decided to do what he usually did when he opened you up. Choso watched your mouth fall open a little more as he scissored his fingers inside you before finding a rhythm, slowly fucking them in and out of you.

"It's so tight..." Choso whispered, pleasure written all over his features, his lips pressed firmly together, his tongue dipping out every so often to wet them. You forced yourself to keep your eyes open through the discomfort and pleasure, his expression helping you through this. You watched Choso's cock bob heavily while he worked you open, pre-cum beading out on the top of his cock and sliding down his length, weaker than before. 

"Choso, put it in." You whimpered, grabbing his wrist. This wasn't doing much for you, and you were wet enough down there that taking him should be fine. Choso's fingers in your ass and on your clit paused as he looked up at you, confusion on his features. "Huh? You're not ready yet, I barely just started-" "I don't care." You cut him off, your eyebrows pinched together in desperation. "Please Choso, wanna feel you inside me, not your fingers, please." You begged, pouting at him for extra measure.

Choso held eye contact with you for a moment as he internally battled with himself, trying to decide if he should listen to himself or to his pretty girlfriend, crying for his cock while his fingers were stuffed deep inside her. Choso sighed heavily as he slowly slid his fingers out, the action making you wince while he reached for the bottle of lube. "If it hurts please tell me, please." He said, waiting till you nodded at his words to open the cap.

You watched Choso pour an obscene amount of lube over his cock, the liquid dripping down his balls from how much he put on himself. "Cho that seems a little excessive." You giggled, teasing him. Choso didn't laugh, his expression staying serious as he wiped the excess on your cunt, his arms caging you in as he leaned over you, your arms finding their home around his waist. "You have no idea how tight you are down there, this might not be enough." He countered, his dark eyes staying locked on yours, making all humor leave your body in an instant.

Choso looked down between the two of you as he reached for his cock. He hissed when he wrapped his hand around himself, further spreading the lube on his cock. He had to take deep breaths to not blow his load just jerking himself off. Maybe he did go a little overboard with the lube, it was making him extremely sensitive. 

You watched with bated breath as Choso rubbed his wet tip against the entrance of your soft asshole, his lips pressing together at the action. "It's so small." Choso marveled, shaking his head. You hooked your arms around his shoulders, making him look up at you for a moment as he found your eyes, looking into your soul. 

Choso kept his eyes on yours as he pressed against you, your eyes squinting a bit as your hole readied to stretch around him. "Relax, I got you." He consoled, pressing kisses to your soft cheeks as he slowly pressed his dick inside. You gasped against his face when his fat tip penetrated your ass, making you both moan in tandem. "Oh fuck- o-oh fuck." Choso groaned, his head tipping, eyes squeezing shut.

"H-hahhh, it- oh my god it's so tight- nghhh-" Choso was quickly losing himself. His head fell back down so his eyes could watch your ass swallow up his dick greedily. The stretch wasn't painful, but it felt a little foreign, a little uncomfortable. "R-rub your clit, help me," Choso whined, his hand a bit occupied as he fed your greedy hole his dick, keeping his hand gripped firmly around the base to prevent himself from cumming too soon.

You nodded at his words, reaching between yourselves to rub your clit, fast and hard, instantly erasing all the discomfort. Choso's breath hitched when your hole tightened around him as you rubbed yourself, the feeling making his eyes flutter in his head. "A-almost in," Choso said, his eyes finding your face, which was now screwed in pleasure, your eyes shut and head tipped back against the sheets.

Choso removed his hand from the base of his cock as he got closer to being fully inside. He knocked your hand out of the way and started rubbing circles against your clit just as you were before, allowing you to wrap your arms around his shoulders and hold onto him while he took care of everything. "Baby- baby it's so much-" You cried, your head jerking back and forth against the pillow underneath you.

"I know, it is f-for me too." He whined back, his head falling in the crook of your neck again. Both of you were equally whiny and fucked out, your sounds mixing into one. If someone were listening, they would be unable to discern who was making which sound. "God Choso- ohmygod-" You cried. The feeling of him fully inside you was overwhelming, you felt so full.

It was still unfamiliar, but it was starting to feel better and better the longer your hole got used to his presence. "Move Choso, please, please move." You begged, your eyes cracking open as tears of overstimulation rolled down your hot cheeks. Choso was practically hyperventilating into your neck, fighting the urge not to cum already. "Not yet, I- I'm not gonna last." His thumb on your clit was rubbing rapidly and in every direction, the sloppy pace making you feel more sensitive than usual.

"Me neither baby, please, just please move." You cried, your arms tightening around his shoulders as you begged him for something. Choso groaned against your skin, the sound vibrating into your neck before he nodded, feeling his cock throb hard inside you. "Okay, okay baby." He replied, his eyes rolling back in his head repeatedly just from you squeezing around him alone. 

Taking a deep breath, Choso pulled back his cock, experiencing lots of tension around him as your walls squeezed him tightly, begging him to stay inside. When he thrust back inside you, both of you let out wonton moans, your gasps, and groans coming more frequent now. "F-feels good Cho-" You cried, relishing in the warmth his body provided as he practically lay on top of you.

The combo of him playing with your clit and him fucking your ass worked surprisingly well together. The pleasure was different, deeper, lower, but it was still very much present. "Yeah? Does it? M' s-so glad." Choso cried, raising his head from the crook of your neck only to smash against your lips. 

You moaned into his mouth, caught off guard at the action as he kissed you sloppily, his hips finding a steady rhythm as he opened you up on his cock. "You're so tight baby," Choso whispered against your lips, his words breathy and needy. "It feels so good- s' almost hard to m-move." He was more talkative than usual. Choso did talk in bed, but he really started talking when he was overwhelmed, like now. 

You nodded against him, fresh tears still spilling down your cheeks, "M-mhm mhm." You nodded, your moans vibrating against his lips. "I love this, I love you, fuck!" Choso babbled, taking a moment to breathe and gasp against your lips before they were back on you, his hips getting rougher. His cock felt like it was in your stomach, each time he humped into you it felt like your guts were getting rearranged to fit him.

You wanted to respond, but you knew he wouldn't hear you anyway. His mean hips were making it hard to kiss him back, each time he drilled into you, your jaw fell open more and more. Choso was basically one-sidedly kissing you as he licked into your mouth, whining needily. Choso groaned when your nails scratched down the skin of his back, undoubtedly leaving angry red marks to be revealed in the morning.

His balls slapping against your ass was making the lewdest sound, only adding to the sloppiness and intense arousal in the room that was making your head spin. "Kiss me back, n-need you to kiss me." Choso cried, his hips pace getting sloppy, same with his finger against your clit. He was getting close. You were surprised he was lasting as long as he was, he must really be trying to hold back. 

You gathered all of the brainpower you could muster to kiss him back, fighting the urge to let your jaw fall open and let your body go slack as he had his way with you. Choso released a long, whiny moan into your lips, his eyebrows furrowing as he felt a wave of arousal wash over him, his balls throbbing with the need to cum. "I-I'm really close." Choso moaned into your mouth, your lips greedily drinking up his words.

His lips disconnected from yours only moments later, his head finding solace in the crook of your neck once more as he humped into you desperately, trying to keep a coherent pace on your clit to get you there with him. "Me too- m-me too, don't stop touching me Cho-" You cried, holding him tighter against you. Choso wanted to be even closer to you, he was feeling so overwhelmed and needy, and he wanted to feel every inch of you against him.

He bit down on your neck when you gripped his hair tightly between your fingers, your other hand digging into the skin of his shoulders. Your jaw fell open in a silent scream as his fingers and cock worked you over, making your orgasm crash over you. Your abdomen clenched and jerked, making your ass squeeze around his cock tighter as you came. 

Choso was caught off gaurd as you came with little to no warning, his eyes almost popping out of his sockets as he bit down hard enough to leave teeth marks on your shoulder. His cock kicked inside you as he came, releasing hot, thick ropes of cum inside you. "Cumming- c-cum- fuck-" Choso moaned against your skin, his words echoing in your head as he humped you through your high.

You felt even fuller than normal as he came inside your ass, his cock throbbing harshly even after he was done cumming, and his balls too. Choso removed his hand from your clit and out from between your legs, letting it wrap under your back instead as he relaxed against you, keeping his head in your neck. Your heartbeats synced up as the two of you caught your breaths, holding onto each other as your lives depended on it.

"Stay like this, wan' stay like this for a while," Choso mumbled, feeling a rush of sleepiness come over him as his muscles started to relax. His cock softened inside your ass as you twitched every so often around him. He felt so relaxed now that he had empty balls and a nice soft, warm human to hold him that he trusted with his life. He felt so safe and at peace.

You could only nod in response, your body wrapping limply around him as you relished in the warmth you felt deep inside you. It was so nice being close to him like this, you were so relaxed in this moment you wished time would stop altogether. "Love you, Cho." You managed to whisper, your words barely audible, but Choso would never miss a declaration of love from you. "Love you more." He replied, nuzzling his soft face against your neck harder, wishing there was a way he could sink into your skin.

[zephyrchama]

(Obey Me! Barbatos x reader with no gender mentioned.)

(Some very intimate Barbatos fluff for his birthday! Posting one evening early for the American crowd as it's already his birthday in Japan.)

You hadn't realized how late it was.

With the Devildom sky being in a constant state of darkness, hours could easily slip by unnoticed. Barbatos' birthday dinner had wrapped up long ago. You offered to stay and help tidy things up. Afterwards, the two of you retreated to his bedroom to converse over drinks.

The time displayed on your D.D.D. was shocking. You should have gone home ages ago. It wouldn't be safe for a human to walk the streets at this hour, so you asked, "Is it okay if I spend the night?"

Barbatos responded, with no hesitation, "Of course. I'll prepare a guest room for you immediately."

You shook your head and put out an arm to stop him from getting up. "I can't ask you to work more on your birthday. What if... I stayed with you tonight?"

Barbatos contemplated the idea with a sip of tea. "I would like that very much." A smile crept onto his face, gradually becoming the biggest one you had seen all day. "Are you sure you can handle it? I must say, with all the pampering I've received today, I'm in a rather selfish mood."

--

It turns out, there really is a bed in one of the many nooks of Barbatos' room. It was on the smaller side, with sufficient room for one butler, but a smidge too tight to fit a couple. It was expertly arranged with layers of fluffy comforters and two sets of pillows, as if Barbatos foresaw this turn of events.

"Make yourself at home."

Barbatos briefly excused himself and left the room, giving you time to change into borrowed pajamas. They were his signature turquoise. Long and loose and flowy robes that crossed in the front with a belt to tie the fabric around one's waist. They made it easy to slide into bed where you nested into the soft sheets. They were sparkling clean and smelled of fragrant detergent with a hint of Barbatos' natural odor.

"Now then, if you'll pardon me."

You hadn't heard him return. The mattress suddenly shifting made your heart skip a beat. It got warmer under the covers. You lifted your head to get a glimpse of the birthday boy but he quickly took that as an invitation entwine his fingers in your hair. Round nails grazed against the top layer of your scalp as your face got pressed into the curve of his neck. You felt a peck on your head.

"As you can see, my bed is narrow. Allow me to make some adjustments." Barbatos intended to make maximum use of the minimal space. All in the name of comfort, his leg went between yours, thigh rubbing against thighs. A hand coiled around your midsection, tucking itself under the robe's belt and pulling your waist against his. Your bodies were so close that a third person could probably fit.

The fingertips in your hair trailed down your ear, around to your collarbone, down your arm. Raising goosebumps along their path. Barbatos threaded his slim fingers into yours and placed a kiss upon your hand. "If this bothers you, do stop me."

You shook your head, nuzzling into his neck. It took some time to discover the grooves in his body where you fit the best. He worked his way back up your arm with his mouth, retracing the route he just took. Some spots he would only exhale over. Some spots he would part his lips and sample your taste with the tip of his tongue. He was making it hard to sleep.

Through all the doting, you nudged your face up and softly peeped, "Hey, Barb?"

He reluctantly came to a stop at once. The pressure on your back loosened, his grip let go. A resigned sigh escaped next to your ear, so full of yearning yet so faint you could have imagined it. You placed a hand on his cheek, brushing back the long strands of hair on the side of his face. Barbatos touched his forehead to yours. Deep emerald eyes seemed to shine in the dark. You wondered if they glowed.

"Yes?"

"Happy Birthday."

Barbatos froze. This was not what he expected. Aside from his chest subtly rising and falling with each breath, he was a complete statue. You let him process the simple sentence, content to gaze into his astonished expression and play with his hair. His skin heated up. A pink blush overtook his whole body. Months of conditioned restraint had to be fought back before he wholeheartedly embraced you.

His weight dug your legs into the soft blankets. Everything felt plush. Barbatos grabbed a fistful of fabric along your midriff and placed kisses on your nose, your eyelids, your lips, whilst you were busy laughing at the onset of affection. The mattress shifted again, the covers slid. When finally you could catch your breath, you were laying face up, eye-to-eye with the demon on top of you.

"I cannot imagine a better gift," he cooed.

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: this is my aggressively self-indulgent birthday present to myself ☺️ and in true 30 year old fashion, i pulled a muscle in my back during pilates class this morning so i’ll be enjoying the day quietly 😂 anyway, i had so much fun writing it and i hope you guys enjoy!

word count: 10.9k

tw: oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, innuendo, car sex, semi-public sex, drinking

summary: you turn thirty and mat makes sure it’s a birthday to remember

You hadn’t been aware that you’d fallen asleep, but you’re woken up with Mat’s lips hot on your skin. He kisses the inside of your knee and you sigh, eyes still shut. The rasp of his playoff beard against your soft skin makes your stomach jump. Mat’s hand works its way up over the outside of your opposite thigh, fingers coming to rest and curl around your hip.

“Taste like champagne,” Mat mumbles, his voice hoarse from screaming at the parade. A shiver overtakes your body when he licks at your skin, blowing over the spot and raising goosebumps on your arms and legs.

A throaty giggle slips past your lips and your hands find his hair, overgrown since he’d lost his barber’s number during the playoff run. The dark strands are soft under your touch, slightly sticky from all the beer and champagne that had been flowing during the parade and post-parade celebrations just a few short hours ago. He groans against your inner thigh when you tug and then scrape your nails against his scalp.

“We basically bathed in the stuff,” you reply, spreading your legs wider for Mat to have more room between them. It’s dark outside still, no light streaming in behind the curtains. Mat’s shoulders are wedged between your legs, forcing you to drape your leg over one, the bottom of your foot resting flat just below his shoulder blade. Your bent knee gives Mat a clear view of your cunt, soaked for him always.

He doesn’t get any closer than halfway up your inner thigh though, licking and sucking gently at your skin. You can feel your skin chafing from the coarse hair covering the lower half of his face.

“It’s late,” you breathe, head fuzzy with lust. You’re still drunk, you think, your body both too heavy and too light. The parade down Hempstead Turnpike had been in the afternoon, the afterparty at Borrelli’s, the after-after party at Revel in Garden City, the after-after-after party in the Horvats’ backyard. You’ve had more alcohol in the past twenty four hours than in the past two years, probably.

“It’s early,” Mat counters, his fingers creeping down to brush against the crease of your thigh. “Happy birthday, Squeaks.”

You blink your eyes open, adjusting to the darkness, and let out a little giggle. “I almost forgot today’s my birthday,” you admit, too caught up in the whirlwind of watching Mat and the boys win a Cup to really keep track of the days. You suck in a sharp gasp when Mat’s teeth nip at your skin, even closer to the elastic edge of your panties. The fabric between your legs is damp and sticking to your skin.

“Dirty thirty,” Mat’s breath is hot on your skin, his head turning and nose rubbing against the damp spot on your panties. Your hips jump, pressing against his face. “Fuckin soaked, baby.”

He kisses over the wet spot and you hiccup a gasp, feeling more arousal flood your panties. Your fingers tighten in Mat’s hair and he groans against you sending a vibration straight to your core. Pressure coils tightly in your stomach, a live wire buried under your skin.

A whine works its way up your throat, your hips wriggling under Mat’s grip on them. “Mat,” you murmur his name, dizzy even though you’re on your back. Your toes curl against his back and Mat shifts up, pressing his shoulder up against the curve of your ass, bending your knee closer to your chest and pushing your other leg open wider.

“Birthday kisses?” He asks, lifting his head up slightly and grinning at you. His eyes are blown dark, a pink flush dusting his cheeks. Your hands are still buried deep in his hair. With the beard and longer hair, he looks almost dangerous. Less like your husband and more like a pirate ready to take exactly what he wants.

You nod, knowing he doesn’t intend to work his way up your body to kiss you properly. His teeth flash white against his dark beard and that gorgeous head disappears between your legs again.

Anticipation builds in your stomach while Mat carefully presses kisses to the insides of your thighs, alternating between legs to make sure no inch of skin is untouched. You whine and writhe, desperately trying to get your cunt to his face to relieve some of the throbbing. He nips at the junction of your thigh, a warning, and you tighten your grip on his hair.

“How many birthday kisses for my girl?” Mat rasps, his words a little slurred from all the drinking. He keeps one hand flat on your hip and hooks the index finger of his other hand around the edge of your panties, tugging the fabric to the side. “Thirty, one for each year you’ve been perfect?”

His beard scratches the inside of your thigh when his mouth lands on your cunt and you groan his name, panting already from the barest touch of his lips. Your heart beats wildly in your chest and Mat huffs a laugh against your folds, darting his tongue out to lick at you quickly.

“Please, oh my god,” you whine, all vestiges of sleep gone. Your nerve endings are on fire, desperate for him. Mat’s fingers are so close to your clit, holding the fabric of your panties aside, but his grip on your hip is too tight to let you move. “Mat,” you drag his name out into a choked moan, his tongue delving back into your wet, messy cunt. He licks and sucks at you like it’s his job and he’s getting paid by the hour. Carefully and methodically, his tongue drags more of your arousal from your entrance, the sounds of him eating you out obscene in the darkness of your bedroom.

The rasp of his beard on your inner thighs and against your sensitive cunt has tears slipping down your temples and into your hair. Mat dips his tongue into your entrance, holding it stiff so he can thrust it shallowly, and you keen, toes curling and fingers nearly ripping his hair from his head.

“Good girl,” he mumbles against you, nose bumping up against your swollen, sensitive clit and making you see stars.

“Please, please, Mat, oh my god, more,” you babble incoherently. His face is held right where you need him, the iron grip of your fingers giving him no room to pull back. He sucks gently at your clit and you choke off a scream, back bowing off the mattress and pushing your hips up into his face.

He moans against you and you kick at his back reflexively, drawing a grunt from him and making him grip your hip even tighter. You can feel your body dripping for him, arousal pooling under your ass faster than Mat can lick it up. He takes his time, licking and sucking painfully slowly, stoking the fire in your belly until it’s an inferno.

You’re not even sure what you’re saying as words fall from your lips, eyes wide open to watch Mat’s hips grind into the mattress. His ass, encased in a tight pair of royal blue boxer briefs, bounces with the movement and all you can picture is his hard, thick cock pressing into the mattress, leaking pre-cum and wetting the front of his briefs. Your mouth waters a little, desperate to get him in your hands or on your tongue and Mat’s tongue picks up its pace inside of your cunt.

“Oh my god,” you squeal out, writhing against Mat’s face, hiccuping and panting until Mat’s lips move up to latch around your clit and suck, hard. A shriek rips from your throat and your orgasm hits like a bomb, exploding in your veins and gushing out of your cunt to coat Mat’s face. You see stars and your chest heaves, breath catching as Mat continues to lick you through your orgasm, stroking gently over your hip bone. You whine and buck your hips against Mat’s face, eventually collapsing back against the mattress, a sheen of sweat making your oversized shirt stick to your skin.

“God,” you gasp, fingers cramping when you let go of Mat’s hair and flex them. Your legs tremble.

Mat’s head pops up between you legs and he gives you an absolutely shit-eating grin. “Nope, just me,” he chirps, wiping his hand over his beard. His whole face is shiny with your orgasm, but you’re so wrung out you can’t even be embarrassed about it.

Your foot twitches against his back and Mat’s grin widens, his head dipping again to kiss the inside of your thigh. “Real glad your parents took T,” he murmurs, kissing his way up over the top of your thigh to your hip bone. “I like when you scream for me.”

A yawn cracks your jaw and you squirm, overstimulated by the damp cotton stuck to your cunt and Mat’s weight on your legs. “Better let me take care of you so we can sleep before the princess is back tomorrow,” you reach down and scratch at Mat’s face, another yawn cutting your sentence in half.

He hums against your skin, fingers tracing nonsense patterns over your side. “I’m okay, babe,” he sucks a little mark over your hipbone, tracing the tip of his tongue over the spot, making you shiver. “Birthday girl doesn’t have to do anything.”

“What if-“ you yawn again, feeling your eyelids grow heavy, “the birthday girl wants to suck her Stanley Cup Champion husband’s dick?”

“How about we save that for when you’re able to keep your eyes open?” Mat chuckles and rubs his hand over your lower stomach, warm broad palm soothing you to sleep.

———

You wake up a couple of hours later, if the faint sunlight streaming in around the edges of the curtains is to be believed. Your legs are tingling, numb, and Mat’s not next to you when you turn your head. Instead, he’s still slotted between your legs, his head on your upper thigh and arms wrapped around your leg like it’s a teddy bear. A laugh bubbles up in your chest, even as Mat shifts and his shoulder wedges up against your cunt, arousal fizzing in your veins.

Reaching one hand out to your night table, your fingers brush up on your phone and tilt it so you can see the time - just after 5 in the morning, so plenty of time before the family comes over with Talia for your birthday breakfast. You let your eyes close again, the fingers on your other hand threading through Mat’s hair. Your body feels heavy from the early morning orgasm and the residual hangover from the parade yesterday. Most of it is faded, but you know that a nice greasy breakfast is going to do the last of the heavy lifting to make you feel normal again.

Mat stirs between your legs, his fingers tightening briefly around your thigh before loosening again. He rubs his bearded cheek against your skin like a cat and the bristles tickle you, goosebumps lifting on your arms. He’ll probably shave in the next few days, but you hope he’ll keep some stubble, if not most of the full beard.

His face is slack in sleep, laugh lines faint around his mouth and eyes. It’s been a gauntlet for Mat and the boys the last few months, but they have the ultimate prize now and every time you look at your Stanley Cup winning husband, the pride you feel for him grows exponentially. You’ll leave for Greece in a few days, a family vacation that all four of your parents and Liana are joining you on before they all head back home and you, Mat, and Talia skip off to Italy for another few days. It’s much needed family time after missing out on so much time with Mat during the post-season.

There’s still a ton to do before you leave, but today’s all about you, according to Mat.

Dirty thirty, you laugh to yourself. Never in a million years would you have thought this is where you’d be on your thirtieth birthday, with the best man you know madly in love with you and the greatest kid in the world. It’s been nearly seven years with Mat and every day just keeps getting better.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Your husband’s sleep rough voice startles you from your thoughts and he chuckles when you jolt under him. Mat lifts his head and rests his chin on your lower stomach, grinning up at you. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you whisper back, matching his grin. “Just…how amazing everything is.”

Mat blows a raspberry against your stomach and you shriek a laugh, pushing at his cheeks. “Stop, I’m allowed to be sappy on my birthday,” you whine, poking your lip out in a pout.

“Better sappy than crying like you usually do,” Mat teases. His fingers flex on your thighs and curl in towards the apex. One index finger traces over the edge of your panties. “These look damp,” he comments idly, continuing to trace his finger over until the tip of it is resting just over your clit. “Can’t be comfortable.”

You hum, already lifting your hips. Mat chuckles at how eager you are, sliding his hand up so the heel of his palm can grind against your clit and his fingers can curl under the top band of elastic. He shifts up to kneel in between your legs and you glance down to see the bulge in his briefs, one of your favorite sights in the morning. His free hand reaches for his dick and he grasps himself idly through the fabric, bringing the outline of him into stark relief. The shit-eating grin he gives you when he sees the fresh damp spot between your legs makes your knees go weak.

“Oh, birthday girl is desperate this morning, huh?” He murmurs, tugging down your panties and leaning forward to press a heated kiss to your lips. You groan against his mouth, parting your lips to allow his tongue inside.

“Mat,” you huff his name, breathless when he pulls back from the kiss. “Please.”

The plaintive syllable spurs Mat into action. He pushes the fabric of your sleep shirt up, exposing your breasts, nipples pebbled from arousal and the air conditioning. He sucks one into his mouth, his tongue circling until you’re moaning and canting your hips up into his hand. The backs of his knuckles are just barely touching you where you want him - need him - and you spread your legs farther apart, only to be stopped by the fabric of your panties still around your thighs.

“Mat!” You grumble, wriggling under him, trying to help your orgasm along.

He’s alternating between your breasts, licking a stripe in the valley between them. “Just relax, baby,” his voice vibrates in your chest when he speaks against yous skin. “Gonna make you feel good.”

And he does, burying three thick fingers in your cunt and crooking them until you’re screaming his name, gushing all over his hand. He murmurs filth into your skin as he pays attention to your breasts, sucking until your nipples are red and puffy. “Such a good girl,” he praises you, your heartbeat racing wilding in your chest, blood rushing in your ears. “Look so pretty when you come on my fingers.”

You’re boneless on the mattress, one leg slung lazily over Mat’s hip, and you give him a slow, dazed smile. “Fantastic start to thirty. Ten out of ten, no complaints,” you giggle, gaze trailing down to his cock. “Now, I remember something about the birthday girl wanting to suck her husband’s dick.”

Mat grins down at you and pinches your hip with his clean hand, the wet fingers of his other hand trailing over your stomach. “Who am I to deny the birthday girl?” He shrugs, his entire face crinkling up in the mischievous expression you love so much. You grin and sit up, pushing at Mat’s chest so he’s laying back and your positions are reversed.

“I like that attitude,” you smirk, scratching your nails lightly over his chest until your fingers reach the elastic of his briefs. You snap it once, enjoying the way Mat’s stomach muscles jump, before slipping your hand under the fabric and wrapping your hand around the hot, thick base of his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” Mat draws the curse out into a couple of groaned syllables. “Baby, have mercy, please.”

You tighten your grip and Mat grunts low in his throat. “Oh, I’ll be nice to you, baby,” your voice is a purr, faux-sweetness laced in every syllable.

Hours later, after Mat gave you another orgasm in the shower, pounding into you so hard you’re fairly convinced you saw God and feeding into that tiny little, not-so-secret wish that he put another baby in you, he changed the sheets on the bed and you’d both gotten ready for the day. You negotiated Mat away from a clean shave down to a healthy amount of stubble.

It is your birthday, after all.

You’re scrolling through the birthday texts and Instagram posts when the front door bangs open and Talia’s little feet stampede through the halls.

“Mommy! Happy Birthday!” She shrieks, running into your arms and giving you a huge hug. You laugh and lift her up onto your hip, tightening your arms around her.

“Thanks, love bug!” You press a smacking kiss to her cheek. “How was the sleepover with Grandma and Grandpa?”

While she chatters away, your parents appear in the kitchen with bags of food and a few gift bags. Mat’s parents and Liana aren’t far behind. Nadia and Liana have huge bouquets of flowers in their arms for you, to be mixed in with the days-old bouquets that had arrived after the Stanley Cup win. The entire kitchen island is covered in flowers and you grin into your birthday bouquet, thanking your mother-in-law and sister-in-law.

The kitchen is chaos for a few minutes, while everyone greets you with hugs and kisses, wishing you a happy birthday. Talia’s still on your hip, but she has one arm wrapped around Liana’s neck, making you both laugh while standing in an awkward position.

Mat appears and Talia lunges for him, leaving you and your sister-in-law in the lurch.

“Daddy’s girl,” you shake your head, taking the iced coffee that your mom offers you.

“Tossed over for the Stanley Cup champ,” Liana teases. “We get it.”

Behind Talia’s back, Mat flips off his sister and laughs, even as Nadia is scolding him. Laughter and conversation echo around the kitchen and you lean a hip against the counter, sipping at your coffee, taking it all in with a small smile. Your mom appears at your side, nudging your arm with her elbow and smiling up at you.

“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart,” she murmurs, squeezing your hand. “Talia, she’s just such a delight, exactly like you were at her age.”

You laugh a little. “Oh, she’s totally Mat’s mini. I think she got the best of both of us,” you reply, watching Liana try to teach Mat and Talia one of those schoolyard clapping games. All three of them are laughing and Talia’s bossing them around.

“Well, either way, you’re a wonderful mom and I’m so glad we got to be in town for your birthday,” she pinches your cheeks together and presses a kiss to your nose, just like she used to do when you were a kid.

“I’m glad you guys are here too,” you reply, tucking up against her side and resting your cheek on the top of her head. “And we’re extra glad that you’re all teaming up to watch T while we celebrate.”

There was no chance either you or Mat was able to parent last night or this morning, not with the amount of alcohol you had mainlined during the celebrations. Your mom laughs and waves you off, saying it was nothing.

The rest of the morning passes in a comfortable blur of homemade breakfast and bakery pastries, presents, and plenty of cuddles from Talia. You, Liana, and Talia do a Starbucks run too for your free birthday gift, detouring to Sephora and Chip City for those birthday freebies too.

“So, did Mat tell you where he’s taking me for dinner tonight?” You ask Liana, wiping whipped cream off of Talia’s face. Mat had told you he was taking you out for a fancy dinner, but hadn’t said anything else, other than you should dress up.

“I think the city,” Liana comments off-handedly. “Nothing specific other than that though.”

You squint at her, a little suspicious because you know the siblings are close and Mat tells Liana like 85% of his plans, especially when they involve you and surprises.

“The city?” Talia pipes up, her face breaking out into a huge smile. “Do I get to go?”

You’d brought Talia into the city to see the tree this past Christmas and now she’s obsessed with it and being like Eloise in the Plaza. So every time you or Mat go into the city, she thinks she’s tagging along.

“Not this time, kiddo,” Liana tugs at her pigtail. “Your mom and dad are going solo to celebrate your mom’s birthday.”

“I wanna go!” Talia kicks the back of the passenger seat and you wrap your hand around her ankle.

“Hey! No kicking, I get that you want to come, but right now this visit isn’t for you. Daddy and I will bring you in a different time, okay?” You wait for her to nod her agreement and then unbuckle her from her car seat so she can scamper up the walkway to the house.

Liana falls into step next to you, snorting a little laugh. “She’s so fiesty and then so agreeable. That didn’t come from either of you,” she teases.

“I’m so much more agreeable than Mat,” you counter, laughing too. “Plus it’s my birthday, aren’t you supposed to be nice to me?”

She bumps her hip into yours, “annoying little sister privileges!”

As an only child, you love the relationship you’ve developed with Liana, so you’ll happily take her teasing and chirping as a sign of affection.

Mat has lunch ready for Talia and reminds you that dinner reservations are at 6, so you have to start getting ready soon so you can leave on time.

“I don’t even get a single hint?” You pout, picking at the leftover half of a cinnamon roll from breakfast.

“Here’s your hint, put on a cute little dress,” Mat kisses behind your ear and lets his hand fall to your ass, grabbing a palmful, “and let me handle everything else.”

“You’re a menace,” you grumble, leaning back against his chest. “How do I know if I’m dressed properly?”

Mat’s hands wander over your hips, flattening over your stomach and slipping below the hem of your shirt to tickle your bare skin. “Li knows where I’m taking you, she’ll let you know if the outfit is good.”

You gasp, “she told me she didn’t know! Bunch of liars!”

Mat’s laugh echoes behind you when you break away from his grip and shout for his sister, stomping out to the back deck where she’s watching Talia in the pool.

Liana’s like a vault though, refusing to tell you where you’re going, but she does agree to help you pick a dress. So, after you shower, she and Talia camp out on your bed, both on their stomachs with their legs kicking in the air. Talia keeps looking over at Liana to mimic any change in position and it’s adorable, the way she wants to be just like her aunt.

“Oh, Mommy,” Talia sighs, her chin cupped in her hands, “you look so pretty.”

“Thank you, T,” you beam at your daughter, fingers tugging gently at the hem of the short black dress. “Is it too short?”

Liana shakes her head, “nope. It would be perfect.”

You look at yourself in the mirror and smooth your hands over your hips, cocking your head at your reflection. It does look nice and you haven’t worn it in a while.

“Maybe you need sparkles, Mommy,” Talia kicks her feet in the air. “Cause then you’d be like a princess!”

Liana nods when you look over at her. “Sparkles are also appropriate,” her grin matches Mat’s and you shake your head, disappearing back into the walk-in to find a dress with sparkles. You can hear Talia chattering to Liana, telling her all about the play date she’d just had with the Martin girls and Tulsa Horvat. You flip through the random dresses hanging in the back of your closet, fingers skipping over the more casual ones and the longer ones, until you land on the tiny, sequined mini that you wore for a New Year’s Eve party. The black sequins glitter in the closet’s overhead lighting and you feel good when you pull it on, sexy and sparkly and fun.

Based on the delighted gasp Talia lets out, she thinks you look good too.

“Mommy!” She jumps up onto your bed, bouncing a little with her arms thrown wide. “You’re sooooo pretty!”

She bounces and falls on top of Liana, who lets out a little grunt and grabs Talia around the middle to tickle her mercilessly. Talia shrieks and giggles, wriggling away from Liana and rolling off the bed to beeline for you. Her arms wrap around your leg and she looks up at you with big hazel eyes, “Mommy, can I pleaseeeee come to the city? Because you look so pretty with sparkles on.”

“Nice try,” you scratch at the top of her head. “You’re staying here with your grandparents and Aunt Li.”

Talia pouts and drops her head back dramatically, before disappearing into your closet. You can hear her start to knock shoes off their shelves and clomp around in your heels. You giggle at the noise and sit down at your vanity to start doing your hair and makeup. Liana rolls towards the end of your bed to chat.

“Did you start packing for Greece?” She asks, laughing when a little crash sounds from the closet and Talia shouts out, “I’m okay, Mommy! But the shoes fell.”

You roll your eyes, knowing you’re going to have to do a major clean up tomorrow, and look at Liana in the vanity’s mirror. “Nope, been way too busy celebrating,” you smirk. “Packing is a future me problem.”

“Spoken like a true Barzal,” Liana chirps. “You’re officially one of us.”

Waving the Dyson at her so she’ll get the hint to come and curl the back of your hair, you reply, “your brother’s bad habits have definitely rubbed off on me.”

“What have I rubbed on you?” Mat pokes his head into the bedroom, grinning wickedly and ducking when you toss a makeup brush at him. He bends to pick it up off the floor and twirls it around his fingers.

“Your daughter is within earshot, Mathew,” you reply primly, smothering a giggle with your lips rolled together. Liana tugs at the Dyson, releasing another curl, and you can see her roll her eyes.

“You two are gross,” she comments.

Mat points the brush at her and replies, “you’re in our home, we’re allowed to be gross here.”

“You’re gross everywhere! Don’t think we missed the ass grab during the parade, or the way your hand mysteriously disappeared,” Liana shoots back, your cheeks flushing hot at the memory of Mat’s hand down your shorts.

Your husband just shrugs, unbothered. “I’m gonna hop in the shower quick and I should be done by the time you are,” he presses a kiss to the top of your head as he walks past, clearly used to the time it takes you to get ready.

Mat’s still ready before you are, waiting downstairs with the family while you finish off your makeup and spray yourself in a cloud of Black Opium. Jewelry adds the final touch, your wrists jingling with the two Love bracelets and Van Cleef Alhambra bracelets you’ve collected over the years and your ears studded with the stupidly large diamond solitaires that Mat (and Talia, according to the card!) had given you this morning for your birthday. You take a final look in the mirror and smile at yourself, feeling settled and excited to start your thirties.

When you come downstairs, heels in your hand, Mat wolf whistles, cheeks flushing a little pink. “You look fucking edible, baby,” he murmurs, settling his hand heavy on the curve of your hip and tugging you close to press a kiss against your lips, biting down gently on your lower lip.

“Ditto,” you giggle when he pulls away, raking your gaze over Mat’s form, from the top of his tousled hair to peek of his throat and collarbones through the unbuttoned collar of his shirt, down to the loafers he’s wearing without socks.

“Ready for your birthday dinner?” He asks, folding you into an embrace, for no real reason other than him wanting your body flush against his. You can feel his cock twitch in his slacks.

You hum an affirmative against his skin, scratching lightly at the nape of his neck, “still no hints on dinner?”

“Just that we’re going into the city,” he kisses your cheek, spinning you around and patting your ass to get you moving to the door. You pad through the kitchen, planning on putting your heels on in the car.

Talia has all four grandparents monopolized on the couch, her head in Nadia’s lap and her feet on your mom’s lap. Beauty and the Beast is playing on the TV and you giggle when you realize that your dad and Mike are engrossed in the cartoon too.

“Hey,” you call softly, getting everyone’s attention. You notice Liana’s missing, has been since she finished your hair, but there’s also no dinner being cooked so she must’ve run out to pick up the food. “We’re heading out, give me a kiss, love bug.”

Talia stands up on the couch and plants a smacking kiss to your cheek telling you again that you’re ‘sooo pretty, even prettier than Belle, Mommy! And she’s the prettiest princess,’ before giving Mat a kiss too and a hug that has her jumping over the back of the couch and clinging to him like a monkey. He peppers kisses over her cheeks and she pushes him away after a minute, nearly back flipping out of his arms to get back on the couch and curl up with her grandmas.

“Remember, bedtime is 8, please,” you tell your mom and Nadia, knowing they’re going to disregard that completely. They nod and wave you out the door, Mat’s hand low on your ass doing the most work to get you out to the car.

He opens the door for you, like a legitimate gentleman, and bobs his head along when you flip the radio to the Sirius 90s pop station. His hand falls quickly from the steering wheel to your bare upper thigh and you smirk down at it. His fingers are long and thick, tanned even though he hasn’t been spending that much time outside. He taps them against your thigh in time with the music and your stomach does a little flip, lurching like you missed a step.

“Skin’s so soft,” Mat murmurs, eyes on the road, trailing his fingers up and down your thigh, closer and closer to the hem of your dress. “Just as soft as burying my fingers in your tight, little cunt.”

You let out a little squeak at his words, heat rushing between your legs, letting them fall open slightly. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Mat’s grin widen, his fingers dipping up under your dress and stopping.

“Mat,” you huff. You clit throbs.

Pulling to a stop at a red light, he turns to face you with a raised eyebrow and a little smirk. “What’s the matter, Squeaks? Need something?”

You growl in the back of your throat. Fucking menace. “Don’t make me say it,” you grumble, his fingertips are dancing lightly against your inner thigh.

“You’re a big girl now,” Mat’s smile is wicked, “you know how to ask for what you want.”

“Mat,” you whine, pressing back into your seat as the light turns green and Mat hits the gas. Your hands grip his wrist, trying to push his hand closer to your cunt. His tendons flex under your fingers, his hand immovable. “Please, I need you to touch me.”

He slides his fingers up higher, bumping just against your covered clit and you gasp, relaxing down into the seat. “Anything for the birthday girl,” he grins, moving his fingers slightly while still keeping his eyes on the road. “Go ahead, use my hand, babe.”

It’s awful and dirty and not even close to the most depraved thing you and Mat have done in his car, but you sigh and spread your legs a little wider, the hem of your dress inching up your thighs so you can guide Mat’s hand exactly where you need it. He merges onto the Grand Central and you know you only have a limited amount of time to get yourself off.

Shouldn’t be hard since you’ve honestly been wet for Mat since you saw him in the kitchen. The combination of the open neck of his button down and the peek of his chain is enough to get you halfway to an orgasm.

His fingers slip against your clit and you let out a little sigh, wiggling your hips against his hand. Mat chuckles a little and his voice is rough when he says, “go ahead, be as loud as you want. No one’s gonna hear you.”

You don’t even really want to be that loud, all of your attention focused on getting off as fast as you can. Mat’s fingers rub gently at your folds through the fabric of your thong, the fabric soaked through to the point where you think you really should’ve thought this through and sitting in a restaurant is going to be wildly uncomfortable with a damp thong.

Little whimpers leave your mouth while you pull the fabric to the side, guiding Mat’s middle and ring fingers to your entrance. He lets them sink into you in a quick slide and you clench around his fingers, groaning at the slight stretch.

“Sound so pretty when my fingers fill you,” Mat says, crooking his fingers just right and hitting your g-spot with enough force that your leg kicks out and your knee smashes into the underside of the dash.

“Ow, fuck, oh my god,” your yelp of pain trails off into a moan when Mat pumps his fingers without warning.

His fingers rub against the walls of your cunt and you feel arousal trickle down the curve of your ass, wincing when you think about the state of the car’s seat.

“You okay, babe?” Mat asks, glancing over at you.

“Mhm,” you nod, your own fingers moving from Mat’s wrist so you can circle your clit. “Just need…I’m so close, oh my god.”

Your fingers make tight little circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, building tight pleasure in your stomach in tandem with Mat’s thick fingers.

The pads of Mat’s fingers press - hard - against your g-spot and you toss your head back against the headrest, coming around his fingers with a high pitched moan, your cunt clenching around his fingers like a vice. He continues to stroke your walls through the trembling aftereffects and the song on the radio changes over to ‘Genie in a Bottle’ and you start to giggle as the lyrics filter through the buzzy haze of your orgasm.

“Oh my god,” you laugh, Mat’s snort making you laugh even harder. His fingers wiggle in the grip of your cunt and your spasms of laughter only serve to grip him tighter.

“What a fucking soundtrack,” Mat cracks up, laughing so loud the music is nearly drowned out. He pulls his hand out from between your legs and you whine at the sudden emptiness. His hand glistens with your come and his smirk is devilish. “Proof I rubbed you the right way, huh, Squeaks?”

You groan, laughing, “god, you’re awful, Mathew!”

“You’re laughing though,” he chirps, sticking both fingers in his mouth to suck them clean. You clench your thighs together at the wet popping sound he makes when he withdraws his fingers from his mouth.

“Fuck,” you grumble, feeling lightheaded. “You’re going straight to the bathroom to wash your hands when we get to the restaurant.”

He pumps a little Purell onto his hand from the bottle sitting in his cup holder and grins at you, “yes, Mommy.”

You narrow your eyes at him and shake your head, “oh, don’t even start that, Mat! I’m already so messy, do you have napkins or something in here?” You’re flipping open the center console as you speak, finding nothing but a pair of sunglasses, one of Talia’s Polly Pocket dolls, and six protein bars in the space.

“I think T left her towel on the backseat after her swim lesson the other day,” Mat cranes his neck to look in the rear view mirror and nods. “Yep, it’s back there.”

Reaching back, your fingers grasp the striped towel and you pull it into the front seat, shaking your head. “Are we, like, sex maniacs? Because this isn’t even close to the weirdest thing I’ve cleaned myself up with,” you snort a laugh through your nose and wipe at your thighs with the chlorine-scented towel. You roll your window down too, trying to get the smell of sex out of the car.

“Honestly?” Mat laughs, changing lanes. “We probably are, but when my wife is as hot and smart and funny as you are? Who could blame me?”

“Flatterer,” you murmur, a faint smile on your face and butterflies fluttering around your stomach. Flirting with Mat will never get old.

You toss the dirty towel back into the backseat, making a mental note to bring it into the house later to wash.

Rummaging around in the glove compartment, you withdraw your little toiletry bag and spray a little bit of the travel sized Black Opium perfume on your thighs and hair.

“What?” You ask, catching Mat looking at you.

“How long has that been in there?” He laughs, studying you while you touch up your lipstick with a miniature tube.

You smack your lips, shifting the color, and giggle at your husband. “Since the first time we had sex in the car,” your laugh grows.

The rest of the drive into the city is quiet, Mat trying to hold your hand over the center console and laughing when you push his arm away because you “know where his fingers have been!”

“Yeah,” Mat shoots back, “inside of you!”

He drives over the 59th Street Bridge and you’re still trying to guess where you’re going, even as Mat drives into Midtown. He remains frustratingly tightlipped, driving past Bryant Park and pulling into an Icon Parking garage in the middle of West 36th.

You buckle your shoes around your ankles and climb out of the car, wondering just exactly where you’re having dinner nearly in the middle of Times Square. Nothing looks familiar to you, in terms of fancy restaurants that you and Mat have discussed trying out. Mat hands his keys off to the parking attendant and takes your hand with his clean one.

“How far are we going?” You cling to his hand, skipping along in your heels. “Because these aren’t walking heels, they’re look good at dinner and then draped over your husband’s back while he rails you in bed heels.”

Mat snorts a laugh and replies, “literally down the block, babe. If we were going any further, I’d carry you.”

“Down the block?” By the time the question is out of your mouth, Mat is stopping and guiding you towards the door of the Moxy Hotel. You squint up at the neon pink sign and tilt your head at Mat, pushing the door open.

“Magic Hour,” he says in response to your unasked question. “Rooftop bar since I know those are the birthday girl’s favorites.”

You give him an excited little bounce-shimmy because he’s right, you love a rooftop bar especially in the warm days of June in New York. You’ve never been to Magic Hour, have heard of it though with its rotating seating area and miniature mini golf course.

“Well this is a fun surprise,” you beam, resting your chin on his bicep. “Go wash your hands and we can get up there!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Mat laughs, presses a smacking kiss to your cheek and scampers off, returning a few minutes later with freshly washed hands. He takes your hand and guides you to the elevators, your heels clicking along the floor. You lean against the back wall of the elevator, watching Mat’s fingers punch at the rooftop button.

“You got lucky today’s a beautiful day,” you tease. “Otherwise all those rooftop dinner plans are out the window.”

Mat’s smile curves up at an amused angle, something twinkling in his eyes. A secret? He looks more delighted than he should. “There was a Plan B,” he promises. “I’m just glad we didn’t need it.”

“What was the Plan B?” You ask, curious. But Mat doesn’t have a chance to answer, the elevator doors sliding open to reveal another hallway decorated with silver elephant heads. “Oh this is fun!”

You traipse ahead of Mat towards the doors, pointed off in the right direction by the woman at the reservation stand. He’s trailing behind you and you angle your chin over your shoulder to say something to him, pushing open the door to the rooftop.

“SURPRISE!”

The shout registers a second later and you jump, eyes wide and mouth dropped open, hands flying up to cover the lower half of your face. Mat’s laughter is at your back and the crowd of people in front of you are a blurry mess of faces and delighted cheering.

“Oh my god!” You gasp, taking a little step back instinctively, right into Mat’s waiting hands. They’re warm and solid on your hips.

“Happy birthday, Squeaks,” he murmurs into your ear, kissing your cheek. “Surprise,” his whisper is low and makes you shiver.

“Mat…” a lump of emotion clogs your throat, overwhelmed by the surprise party and Mat’s thoughtfulness. His hands squeeze your hips gently and he nudges you forward.

“Go ahead, greet your adoring crowd,” he laughs. “I’ll be around.”

You’re immediately pulled into a hug and shout with excitement and shock when you realize it’s Liana wrapping her arms around you. “Oh my god!” You yelp, hugging her back. “Aren’t you supposed to be hanging out with my kid? I was wondering why you weren’t at the house when we left.”

She grins and bounces up and down in her heels. “I snuck out and caught a ride in with Bo and Holly,” she beams, looping her arm in yours and dragging you deeper into the party. “My big sister is turning thirty, of course I wasn’t missing this party.”

Tears well up in your eyes and you lean into Liana’s side, bumping your head against hers.

“I can’t believe Mat pulled this off,” you say, completely awed. “With the playoffs and … well, I had no clue!”

“He had plenty of help!” Syd comes up behind you and wraps you in a huge hug. “Happy thirtieth, girl! Welcome to the club!”

Holly laughs and hugs you tightly. “Mat’s only two stipulations were an open bar and a neon sign because and I quote, ‘my girl loves those fuckass neon signs.’”

“He loves those fuckass neon signs!” You protest loudly. “He’s just as much of a basic bitch as I am.”

All three women nod in agreement. “Oh we know,” Liana grins, any opportunity to make fun of her brother.

The neon sign in question is pointed out to you - bright orange and spelling out ‘Dirty Thirty’ in script, it’s attached to a fake plant backdrop and you’re informed that it’s yours to keep - and then you’re moving throughout the party, greeting guests and getting wrapped up in hugs from the guys. At some point, someone places a plastic princess tiara on your head and hands you a glass.

It’s a Bay Breeze, your favorite, and when you finally make it to the bar, there’s a sign on top that names it as your signature drink. The Squeaks Special. Mat had to have been behind that one, the only one to use the nickname, and it makes you smile.

There are a couple of other speciality drinks that are named for you - a bright orange Aperol Spritz, an espresso martini, and your stand-by of a vodka cranberry. You know you’ll be sampling each one as the night goes on. But for now you stick to your Squeaks Special, the alcohol warming your body from the inside out.

The rooftop is huge, crowded with your guests. The entire team is here, including the handful of players that have retired in the last few years. Your friends from college and grad school, your parent friends from Talia’s class. Your best friends from high school. You spend more time than you realize catching up with everyone, wondering just how Mat and the girls knew to create a guest list made up of your favorite people in the world.

Including - “Tito! Emma!” you shriek, spotting your husband’s best friend and his wife chatting with Mat at the mini golf green and making a beeline for them, wrapping an arm around each of their necks and pulling them into a three person hug. Their arms loop around your back and you wobble slightly, a pleasant buzz settling in.

“Happy birthday!” Emma squeals, keeping her arms looped over your shoulder. “Perfect weather, perfect party for our perfect girl!”

You beam, waving a hand in the air, a giggle slipping past your lips. “Because I have the sweetest, most thoughtful husband in the world,” you blow a kiss at Mat.

“How many of those have you had?” Mat laughs, reaching out to take a sip of your Aperol Spritz. He winces at the harsh taste and washes it down with a sip of his Jack and coke.

“Enough,” you shrug. Truthfully, you’re not entirely sure, but Mat doesn’t need to know that. Returning to the conversation, you say, “I can’t believe neither of you slipped up on anything. Especially when we were talking about the August visit.”

Emma and Tito’s little boy is a few years younger than Talia and you were planning a trip down to Nashville for a visit in early August, once you’re back from Europe.

“We were under strict orders not to spill the beans,” Tito laughs, clapping Mat on the shoulder. “Pain of death if we ruined your surprise.”

Mat shrugs, a lazy smile on his lips and amusement dancing in his eyes. “Half of you are lucky you got told at all, big fucking mouths,” he teases, opening his arm for you to snuggle against his side. His arm is warm over your shoulders and you loop your fingers loosely over his belt, enveloped by the scent of his cologne and the laundry detergent you just switched over to.

“Well, I had no clue,” you assure him. “I’m…I’m really overwhelmed, honestly.” You choke up a little. “I just love that everyone I love is here.”

“You deserve it, babe,” Mat kisses the top of your head, getting an “oooh” from Emma and Tito and making you laugh. You lean up on your toes and kiss the side of Mat’s neck, a faint transfer of your lipstick smudging his skin.

“Oh!” The music transitions into a club mix of ‘Believe’ and you bounce, grasping Mat’s hand and tugging him over to the space in the middle of the rooftop that’s functioning as a dance floor. “Dance with me!”

Mat laughs and follows along, resisting just slightly. “Only because it’s your birthday,” he teases.

You shake your ass at him, tossing a grin over your shoulder. “Liar! You love a good jump around dance, don’t pretend,” your voice strains, shouting over the music. Mat’s free arm locks around your waist and pulls you back to him, your ass pressed tightly against his crotch, the bulge of his cock hot against the curve of your ass. You wiggle happily against him, getting comfortable, and let go of his hand so you can loop your arm around his neck and rest the back of your head against his collarbone, grinding and dancing completely off-beat.

Somehow, while the songs change, you polish off your drink and some of Mat’s and a few little snacks that someone keeps putting into your hands. You’ve lost track of how many drinks you’ve had, know that you did a round of shots with Cal, Casey, and Matt.

At some point, you end up behind the bar, dancing absently to the music that’s playing and pouring drinks for everyone. God knows if they’re the right drinks, but no one seems to be complaining. Mat’s leaning against the bar, grinning at you.

“What?” You say, cocking your head at him and overfilling a glass with seltzer. You shake your hand off and the actual bartender pours the drink properly, handing it off to one of your college friends.

“Nothing,” Mat shrugs, “you’re just really cute.”

Heat rushes to your face and you giggle. “You’re really cute,” you shoot back, reaching over the bar to grasp Mat’s hand. His fingers curl around yours and he pushes himself forward, over the bar, so he can capture your lips with his. His tongue passes over yours and you moan into his mouth, your free hand grabbing at the open neck of his shirt to pull him in even closer. Your fingers brush against the warm metal of his chain and you tug gently at it, a growl vibrating at the back of Mat’s throat. Mat’s hand gropes at your chest, cool fingers dipping beneath the fabric of your dress and squeezing gently at the swell of your breast. You whine and deepen the kiss, pressing your chest into his hand, wolf whistles from your friends rattling around in your brain.

You pull back from the kiss, desperate for air, and Mat has your lower lip captured between his teeth, tugging gently on it. You push a little at his chest, getting him to release you, and suck in a shaky breath.

“Get a fuckin’ room!” Marty shouts, laughing.

“When has a lack of privacy ever stopped them?” Bo chimes in, sounding exasperated.

Mat grins at you and you can see that his face is flushed. “Say the word, baby, I’ll haul you off to the bathroom right now,” his voice is low, his fingers drawing aimless trails up and down your arm. Your clit throbs in response to his voice, dampness growing between your thighs.

It’s on the tip of your tongue to say yes, to nod and have his arms around you in a second, an orgasm flooding your senses before you can even be missed.

And then the opening notes to ‘Stop’ by the Spice Girls start and your eyes go wide, an excited squeal from your lips barely audible over the music. You dart around the bar, leaving Mat hanging over the counter, confused and surprised by your sudden disappearance.

Until you start shouting for Syd, Alexa, and Liana, shimmying your way into the middle of the dance floor. Mat realizes exactly what’s happening when his sister and the other two blondes join you in a line, drunkenly performing choreography to the song.

Mat cracks up and he’s in the thick of it seconds later, recording the impromptu performance, holding his phone up and sticking his head in the shot as you hold your hands out and cross them over your chest, your movements not as sharp as they could be. Next to you, Sydney and Liana burst out into giggles, Alexa shouting along to the lyrics. Mat sings loudly and off-key, barely audible over the music.

“I need somebody with a human touch,” you drag out the notes, slurring your words a little, and Mat dances next to you, thrusting his hips a little, recording everything. You turn and kiss him, giggling against his mouth. When the song ends, you fall into a pile of arms, laughing and hugging the girls.

“I didn’t think I would remember that,” Syd grins, thinking about how drunk you’d all been during the game watch party a year ago when you decided to learn the choreography to the song instead of focusing on the game.

Alexa snorts, “valuable brain cells are used up on remembering 90s choreography.”

“Big hit with your fans,” Mat waves his phone in the air, the screen playing his Insta story, your off-rhythm dancing the focus, with Mat’s face popping up in the bottom corner of the screen, his face scrunched up in a delighted expression.

You reach for the phone, stumbling a little and landing hard against Mat’s chest, his arm locked around your waist. “That’s what you post?” You whine. “Not my amazing bartending shkills…skillsh…talents?” Your eyebrows furrow, your mouth clumsy around the sharp consonant.

“My drink was all cranberry, no vodka,” Alexa chirps.

“You gave me a White Claw when I asked for a beer,” Noah grins, draping an arm over his girlfriend’s shoulders.

A handful of your other friends chime in with their wrong drinks and you stick your tongue out at the group, “you’re supposed to lie to me!”

They all refuse to lie to you and you’re too drunk to care, slipping your way off the dance floor with Mat at your back, attention span moving onto the next conversation.

You’re not sure what time it is when Mat pulls you to the middle of the rooftop again, your question cut off when everyone starts singing Happy Birthday and a huge sheet cake is wheeled out in front of you, three big sparkler candles making everything glow. A picture from your first birthday is printed on the frosting and you grin down at your own face - your mom had to have supplied the picture to Mat - blowing out the number candles lit next to the sparkler candles.

“What did you wish for?” Mat asks in your ear, kissing your cheek. One of his hands is resting on the curve of your ass and the other swipes up a bit of frosting for you to try.

You lick it off his finger delicately, knowing you’re going to hear shit from the girls during the party debriefs in the coming days, and hoping someone got a picture anyway.

“Can’t tell you,” you whisper back, “otherwise it won’t come true.”

There’s only one thing missing from your life right now and you refuse to dwell on that anxiety producing thought for the night, instead choosing to swipe frosting onto your own fingers and run them over Mat’s cheek, laughing and running off when his mouth drops open in shock. You’d lost your heels hours ago, so your escape is going well until Mat follows, considerably less drunk than you are, and captures you around the waist, your legs swinging up in the air with your changed momentum.

“Brat,” Mat grumbles affectionately into your ear, peppering kisses down the back of your neck.

“Do something about it,” you challenge him, pressing your ass back against his crotch.

Mat’s hands tighten around your waist and you let out a little sigh, relaxing into his grip. His face is buried in your hair, lips working over the nape of your neck. Every so often his teeth scrape against your skin and you shiver, barely aware that he’s carrying you back inside, into the little hallway with the silver elephant heads on the wall.

“So needy,” he mumbles, pressing you up against the wall, kissing your cheek and letting his hands slide over your stomach and down to the bare skin of your upper thighs. “Lucky for you I’ve never been able to resist you.”

“Mat…” you whine his name, choking off in a gasp when his fingers find your clit and expertly roll the sensitive bundle until tears well up in your eyes and arousal soaks your panties. It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to build, Mat’s middle finger teasing between your folds and his thumb and index finger working your clit.

“Come on, baby,” he grins into your shoulder, never stopping his movements. “Got a party full of people waiting for you, come on my hand and you can get back out there.”

You clap your hand over your mouth to muffle the high-pitched moan Mat drags out of you, your orgasm hitting like a tidal wave, your come drenching Mat’s hand.

“Good girl,” he praises you through the rolling waves of your orgasm, pulling his hand from between your legs and taking a little step back so you’re not crushed between his chest and the wall. “Back to the party,” he chuckles and pats your ass with his clean hand, guiding you back out to the rooftop.

Your legs are shaky and you’re grateful that you’re barefoot because the post-orgasm leg weakness wouldn’t have combined well with your heels and the alcohol you’ve had to drink. Mat isn’t at your side and you assume he’s gone to wash his hands, but you don’t have a chance to really wonder where he’s gone or worry about it because you’re drawn into a drunken mini golf competition with Noah, Alexa, Bo, and Holly. Bo and Noah are the only ones who manage to do a halfway decent job, you and the girls giggling and sending the colorful golf balls rolling off the fake green.

The party winds down in the early hours of the morning and you find yourself tucked up on Mat’s lap, his hands warm on your back and outer thigh while he cradles you. Your cheek is pillowed on his chest and you’re half having a conversation with Holly, half falling asleep.

“I think the party’s over,” Mat chuckles, looking down at you.

“No,” you whine, “I don’t want my birthday to be over.”

“Hate to break it to you, Squeaks,” Mat’s lips are against your temple, “but it’s almost 2am. Your birthday’s been over for a couple of hours now.”

“That sucks,” your voice is muffled by Mat’s shirt and you yawn. “It was the best birthday.”

The last stragglers for the party get up when you and Mat do, hugging you goodbye and heading out into the night. You and Liana lean heavily on either side of Mat and he grumbles about trying to find his wallet in his pocket while you’re leaning on him.

“I literally can’t move,” you yawn, jaw cracking. You’re not as drunk anymore, but the exhaustion is settling in.

“Hop on,” Mat laughs, bending his knees slightly so you can climb onto his back with a happy little squeak. Your arms lock around his neck and you rest your cheek against his head.

“You smell like a bar,” you mumble, strands of Mat’s hair moving with your breath.

Mat’s heading out of the Moxy, nudging Liana along with the hand that isn’t propped under your ass to hold you in place. “Better than my post-game smell, huh?” he laughs. “Li, come on. Walk.”

“I wanna be carried too,” she complains, limping along in her heels.

“Car park is literally next door,” Mat rolls his eyes, bouncing you up higher onto his back when he feels you start to slip. Your thighs clamp tighter around his waist and Mat grunts a little.

“Can still smell your cologne though,” you continue, the heels in your hands dangling against Mat’s chest. “I like this one. Smells so good.”

The cool night air hits your face as Mat walks out onto the sidewalk, free hand wrapped around Liana’s wrist to keep track of her for the thirty foot walk to the Icon Parking lot. You snuggle up tighter against Mat’s back, eyes closing while he walks. Mat’s chuckle vibrates your chest and he sounds amused when he says, “you staying awake back there, Squeaks?”

“Mhm,” you hum. “Awake, totally awake.”

“Yeah, okay,” Mat scoffs, paying for the parking and stepping off to the side where Liana’s sitting on a little bench with Holly to wait for the car.

It doesn’t take long, probably because it’s after two in the morning and there’s only a few people waiting for their cars - Bo and Holly included. You wave at them as they climb into their car and drive off.

Mat loads you and Liana into the car and you’re on the road back to the Island before you know it. Your head rests against the window, feet tucked up under your body.

“Can we stop for McDonalds?” Liana asks from the backseat, poking her head in between the seats and giving Mat a wide eyed flutter of her eyelashes.

“Fuck no,” Mat rolls his eyes and you laugh. “We’re going right home and to bed because some of us have a five-year-old that gets up with the damn sun.”

Liana punches Mat’s arm, “you’re no fun.”

“We have pizza rolls in the freezer,” you tell her, turning in your seat a little. “And I think a bag of those honey bourbon Perdue nuggets.”

“Oh, you’re my favorite sister for sure,” Liana sighs happily and leans back in her seat. “Pizza rolls and chicken nuggets, the food of drunk champions.”

The drive home takes about thirty five minutes, the shortest a drive home from the city has ever been, and you wander across the lawn barefoot when you get home, the damp grass soothing against your sore feet. Liana makes a beeline for the freezer once Mat opens the front door and asks if you want a snack.

You shake your head, “I’m beat. Thanks for helping Mat with the surprise.” You give her a huge hug and she returns it, the pair of you doing a faint drunken sway in the middle of the kitchen.

“Anytime,” she grins, accepting a goodnight hug from Mat too.

“Clean up your mess,” he demands, fake-sternly, as he follows you up the stairs.

After a very quick joint shower that was actually just a shower, you crawl into bed next to Mat, pressed up against his side tightly. “Best birthday ever,” you yawn into his chest, nose brushing against the fabric of his shirt.

“You deserve it,” Mat yawns back, kissing the top of your head. “Can’t wait to see what you’re gonna do for my thirty-fifth.”

You snort a laugh - Mat had gotten a slightly delayed thirtieth birthday last year due to the playoffs. “Mmm,” you hum, “let’s see how good you are the next four years.”

He murmurs a reply, but you barely hear him, asleep before his sentence is finished.

——

Your bedroom is bright with sunlight when you finally wake up, miraculously without the nausea and throbbing headache that usually accompany your hangovers. You sit up and push the tangle mess of your hair off of your face, smiling faintly when you hear noise outside of the bedroom door.

“I’m awake,” you call out and Mat wanders in, Talia perched happily on his hip. He looks tired, but there’s a smile on his face. Talia’s beaming and flings herself out of Mat’s arms to land on the plush mattress before crawling up to curl in your lap. She’s got a packet of the Nature’s Bakery fig bars you’re all obsessed with in her hands, tearing into the wrapper.

“Hi, mommy,” she chirps. “I had so much fun with Nana and Pop and Granma and Granpa. But Aunt Li wasn’t here, did you know that?”

You smooth a hand over her dark hair, “I think she was playing a little trick. But she’s down in the basement, she stayed over last night.”

“Really?” Talia’s eyes go wide. “I’m gonna go share my pig newtons with her.”

Mat steps to the side as she barrels past him, shrieking for Liana as she goes. He laughs and flops onto the edge of the bed, hooking a hand around your ankle. “Li’s gonna love the Hurricane Talia landfall,” he laughs. “I could hear her puking when I went down to make coffee.”

Sympathy for your sister-in-law has you wrinkling your nose. “Maybe we should’ve stopped her?” You ask, reaching out to run your fingers through Mat’s hair. You yawn widely, jaw cracking, and roll your neck to ease some of the ache.

“She’ll get distracted by the parents on her way,” Mat shrugs. “They’ve got breakfast going, whenever you’re ready to join.”

Surprisingly, you’re hungry, so you roll out of bed and press a quick kiss to the corner of Mat’s mouth and pad off to the bathroom. You can feel his gaze on your ass and add a little extra sway in your step, just for him.

“Thirty never looked so good,” he calls after you, making you laugh.

After such a perfect start, you’re looking forward to seeing what thirty has in store for you.

[puck-luck]

take my medicine | cole caufield

warnings: oral (fem!receiving), masturbation pairing: cole caufield x fem!reader requests: “subby cole caufield (not sure if people will agree with me on this but i always think of coley as a sub)” wc: 915

You knew something was up when you turned on Game 7 of the Stars and Golden Knights and Cole didn’t want to watch. He kept his face firmly buried in your neck and whined when you removed your hands from their position in his hair. He raised his arms and found your hand, returning it to his head. You scratched his scalp, running your fingers through his hair, and he sighed in content.

“You okay, Coley?” You asked, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. 

“Miss you,” Cole replied, voice muffled.

You let out a small laugh. “Baby, I’m right here.”

Cole tore his head from its place in the crook of your neck and pouted at you. 

You pushed his hair out of his face and tilted your head. “What’s wrong?” You asked, voice laced with concern.

Cole flopped back down on top of you, tucking his face back into your neck and mouthing over the skin until you giggled. 

You threaded your fingers through Cole’s hair, which he had really grown out since the end of his season, and pulled him away from you. “Co, baby, really. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” Cole groaned, leaning into your touch. “Just feeling funky.”

“Well, why don’t we get your mind off it?” You offered, pushing Cole up by his shoulders until he was sitting back on his knees. He didn’t make it easy for you, practically going boneless with his desire to cuddle you and return his face to the safety of your neck, but when you spread your legs, Cole’s attitude changed. 

His eyes lit up and he smiled, his dimples indenting his cheeks. Still, he sat back on his heels prettily and waited for you to give him permission to touch you. “A little medicine?” He teased.

“Make me feel good,” You corrected Cole with a nod.

He pulled your clothing down past your knees, leaving it bundled at your ankles. Cole leaned down and let a line of saliva drip into your folds, but he didn’t allow it to creep over your skin in its goosebump-raising way for long. His tongue met the line of spit and massaged it into your skin, licking up your slit in long passes, much like licking a popsicle. 

Cole hummed happily, his eyes drifting shut as he continued to eat your pussy. 

You turned your attention back to the hockey game on the screen, one hand finding its way back to Cole’s hair and resting there. The other rested on your stomach, holding the remote. You breathed in and out evenly, not giving Cole the slightest bit of attention. 

He had told you long ago that he wanted to earn your attention, especially when you were allowing him to eat you out. Your sweet Cole only ever wanted you to praise him when he had done something deserving of praise, something that had made you feel good. 

The memory made you smile– when Cole finally admitted this feeling to you, having snuck under the dining room table where you were doing homework before you had graduated and planted himself firmly between your legs. “Just– wanna eat you out, you don’t even have to look at me,” Cole had whined, his touch ghosting over your core. His mood that day had reflected his mood today– not knowing why something was wrong, but it was, and the only way to solve it was to get his mouth on you, to make his pretty girl come.

“Feels good, Co,” You murmured as Cole suckled on your clit, his eyes opening slowly and gazing at you with pure affection. They were almost cloudy with his love.

Your climax built steadily. Cole’s hands remained in place, one on your thigh and one in his own shorts, circling the base of his cock but not stroking it. His mouth did all the work, his tongue flicking your clit and prodding at your hole. He worked his spit into your hole, which caused you to clench down on his tongue and let out a moan. You pulled his hair and he purred, doubling down on his efforts. You ground down on Cole’s face, his nose bumping your clit, until the coil inside of you snapped and your orgasm washed over you.

Cole continued to watch you, eyes wide, as you recovered and found your breath. 

“Fuck your hand, baby,” You told him. “Wanna see you come.”

Cole moved as if he were a marionette, just waiting for you to pull his strings. He fucked into his fist, feeling the drag of the couch cushion underneath him. It only took a minute or two, Cole knowing how to bring himself to orgasm better than you after years of getting himself off under his covers with baited breath. He kissed your pussy as he came, groaning as the pleasure overtook him. 

“So pretty,” You praised. “Come up here. Come cuddle.” You reached over to the coffee table, barely grabbing a few tissues from the box that you had left there after overcoming a cold a few weeks prior. Now, they came in handy as you wiped the come from Cole’s hand.

Cole returned his face to the crook of your neck and sighed, reaching his arms around your waist to hug you tightly. He drifted off with your hands back in his hair, playing with it and soothing him, the sound of playoff hockey filling your living room and lulling him to sleep.

note: sweet baby Cole is a) my husband b) the cutest lil thang and c) definitely has a service kink… even if he’s not a subby guy… he gets off on making you feel good. that’s MY personal headcanon about him. hi Co! genuinely give me one chance, i could make your 5’8” ass feel so tall all the time and i would laugh at all your terrible jokes.

[courtingchaos]

Sleepy

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

It’s just a handjob blurb 🎉

NSFW 18+ No Minors

It started out innocently enough.

His head on your lap after a long day, the hum of the tv lulling him into a half sleep while your fingers dug through his damp hair. You spent your time separating the curls and gently detangling the knots while he dozed with his cheek pressed into your thigh, his hands tucked up under your leg. Every shift of his hair stirred up the aussie shampoo he’d stolen from you and it made you smile like the little sounds he made as he drifted in and out of consciousness made you smile. He’s heavy against you, fingers twitching every so often under your thigh, his shoulder pressed tight to you.

The last of the tangles come undone between your fingers and his hair lays fluffy and almost dry along his back. You think about sliding out from under him and letting him rest while you get ready for bed but instead you let your hand fall on the crown of his head. He hums at you when your fingers dip through his hair and graze his scalp. You scratch lightly and he rolls back into your hip, the corner of his mouth pulled up into a grin.

“That feels good.” He mumbles, face still pressed to your leg. His breath is hot through the thin material of your nightdress when he sighs deep as your fingers run down the back of his head. You watch goosebumps trickle down his arm and repeat the motion, getting another sigh out of him that slips through his teeth.

“I like it when you play with my hair.” He turns to look up at you with bleary eyes, sleep still trying to vie for his full attention.

“Yeah?” Another drag of your fingernails from the base of his skull to behind an ear. He almost whines, a muted sound he keeps muffled in the back of his throat. He just nods and pushes his head further back against you while he stretches his legs out over the other arm of the couch. His foot bounces to a beat only he hears while you lazily drag your fingers through his hair until his hand wraps around your wrist to pull it towards his mouth.

“Oh are we done?” You ask with a smile and he just pulls your wrist to his lips to press a dry kiss there. He trails a few up the inside of your arm and back down to the middle of your palm while you sneak your other hand back into his curls. “I wasn’t done.”

“Oh?” He raises an eyebrow lazily that quickly turns into a delighted frown when you tense your hand. A light grip on the crown of his head and you give him a little wiggle, enough that he laughs. His grip on your wrist slackens and you pull your hand out to land on his chest.

“Mhm.” Another little tug of his hair before you walk your fingers down his chest like a lazy tarantula.

He settles when you tug his shirt up to run your fingers over the sliver of skin and when you run a nail lightly along the waistband of his pants he rolls his head into your side to muffle his soft groan. He chances a glance up at you and immediately feels a blush dust his cheeks when he sees you staring down at him.

“What?” You smile, mischief in the squint of your eyes.

“You know what.”

Your fingers dip just under the waistband of his black sweats. “I have no idea.” His skin is soft and warm against your hand that keeps its slow course down.

“I’m already half asleep.” He says while canting his hips up into your touch when you graze the coarse hair.

“All you gotta do is lay there then.” Fingertips find hot, soft skin already firm but when your palm wraps around him his cock jumps and he laughs around a groan.

“Oh that’s it?” He asks breathily, voice hitching when your soft touch turns firmer. “Just gonna use me like that?”

“I’m not using you for anything, I’m trying to give you something.” You only take your hand off him for a second to nudge his waistband down but he’s whining, grabbing your forearm with both hands. He holds on when you lift your hand to lick your palm, his eyes cracked open to watch you. His thumbs rub along the soft skin inside your elbow and when you wrap your hand around him again he gasps at the cool, wet touch.

“W-what’d I do the earn this?” Stuttered words quiet when he shoves his face into your side again to pull the fabric of your dress between his teeth.

“Nothing.” A slow pump of your hand, finger tips straying down to gently pull at his balls. “I just wanted to touch you.” An open palm against his leaking tip and you come away with more slick, the sound audible now. “I missed you today.” The fingers still wound in his hair flex and pull a little, just enough to make him hiss into you. Muffled and damp through the cotton while your other hand slowly picks up pace. Eddie whines, hot in your hand, flushed and red and even if he is half asleep his full attention is on your movement.

“Doesn’t take much, does it?” Another tug of his curls and he throbs in your hand. He sinks down further, into the cushions and into your lap, neck rolling along your thigh. You stop with your slow teasing, hand moving steady up and down and he shudders. Between your two hands you have him trapped in a haze, somewhere between sleep and arousal. He rolls his hips up into your palm, sure thing at first that quickly turns frantic.

If anything, he’s using you tonight but that’s the point.

You coo at him and his noises and he grips onto your elbow like a lifeline, breath coming hard through his nose.

“You close?”

He can’t answer with full words, just a nod against your leg and a tightening of his fingers.

“How close?” You slow your hand for a moment and he makes a noise deep in his chest.

“Don’t tease.”

“But it’s fun.” You grin at him blushing and gasping and you couldn’t hold out on him if you tried. You speed your hand up and he sounds like he’s choking on a sob just before he comes. His fingers dig into you and your hand in his hair holds him down, a little string of mumbled curses spilling out of his lips.

“See?” Nails against his scalp, light lines that make him shiver deeper. “Just had to lay there.”

“Yeah and make a mess.” He looks down at his shirt and your hand, sticky and wet. Wordlessly you slide out from under him to grab a towel and in the minute you’re gone he’s back in that twilight sleep, leaving you to clean up. It’s fine though, you know he’ll wake you up in a few hours to return the favor.

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Got a case of reaaallly sensitive breasts so !!!

Werewolf chris and nipple play 🐺

funny thing... i already had a drabble with this scenario, so i started tweaking it as soon as i received this ask... now i don't think i can call this a drabble anymore lmao. hope y'all enjoy it.

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series. you don’t really need to read any other instalment to understand/enjoy this piece). | Word Count: ~4k | Themes & Warnings: fantasy/supernatural AU · smut | established relationship | reader is chubby based on former instalments, but there’s no focus on it in this piece · pet names · lots and lots of praising · nipple play · cock warming · interruptions (but it’s fine, i promise) · unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method used, but the reader is presumed to be on birth control] · creampie.

minors do not interact.

When Chris came home earlier this afternoon, all sad and pouty because nothing seemed to have gone how he wanted it to today, you offered the one thing you knew would help him start improving his mood. 

‘Do you want me to help you find solutions, or do you just want to vent?’ You’d asked him while you prepared some relaxing tea.

‘God, I really just want to vent…’ Chris replied simply, which was perfectly valid.

So he did just that, all while you delicately massaged his broad–and admittedly tense–shoulders, taking the occasional sip of your cups of tea. Chris sat on one of the kitchen stools, and you stood behind him, listening intently to him for as long as he needed you to.

“…But it’s all boring, stupid shit. I know, I know. I need to let it go”, Chris finished his rant with a sigh, tilting his head back to lean it against you.

“It’s not stupid, baby. You’ve got very valid reasons to be frustrated about it”, you moved your hands from where they’d been kneading his shoulders to his hair, so you could caress the soft strands.

Chris immediately closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He was quiet for a while, just enjoying the movements of your fingers against his scalp.

“Thank you, love”, he mumbled eventually, finally opening his eyes and turning around to place his hands on your waist.

“Nothing to thank me for, darling”, you mumbled back, just as you looped your arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss.

Chris pulled you closer to him so you could stand between his parted legs, chest against chest. The stools of your kitchen were tall, so it was easy to just melt into the kiss, he might as well have been standing with how minimal the height difference was.

After a while of just kissing, one of his hands found its way under the oversized t-shirt you were wearing to grab a handful of your ass. The sudden action made you squeal in surprise, but the sound quickly evolved into a chuckle.

“Handsy, huh?” You asked between pecks of your lips, carding your fingers through his hair.

“Mhm…” Chris’ lips were on your neck in an instant, slowly, oh, so very slowly leaving open mouthed kisses on your skin. You’d lie if you said it wasn’t heating you up. It was almost like he just knew you’d been dying to be with him all day. “Don’t see you complaining. If anything, your heart’s beating faster, and you know I can just smell how horny you are”.

Caught red-handed, as always.

As your boyfriend nibbled on your pulsepoint, his free hand joined the other on your backside, for him to knead and squeeze your buttocks to his heart’s content. You could stop him whenever. You knew that the second the words came out of your mouth he’d stop completely… But you honestly didn’t want him to.

“You know…” Chris mumbled against the skin of your neck, coaxing goosebumps to raise on your flesh. “I think I’m still a bit stressed”.

He wasn’t stressed anymore. He knew it, you knew it, and he knew that you knew, but you decided to humour him anyway.

“Are you?” You chuckled, grabbing a handful of his hair to pull him away from your neck. Chris just let you move him like that, and the moment his eyes landed on yours, you started to feel tingly all over.

You weren’t sure if it was due to how blown his pupils suddenly were, or if it was that damned animal stare of his that always seemed to affect you in ways it certainly shouldn’t have, but you immediately felt your breath catch in your throat. Especially when his grip on your bum tightened.

“Mm. Very”, Chris grinned at you–a wolfish grin, very fitting for someone like him. “Think my pretty girlfriend would like to help out with that?”

“Mmm…” You acted as if you were thinking about his question, as if it needed an in depth analysis before you could answer it, but, ultimately, you grinned back at him. “You’re saying that your pretty girlfriend listening to your problems for almost twenty minutes isn’t enough?”

Chris’ smug façade immediately crumbled, replaced with the most adorable pout and puppy eyes you’d ever seen. “Baaabe, that’s not what I meeeaan…”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “I know, I know. I’m just teasing you, I’m sorry. Tell me, baby, what do you want from me? Whatever it is, just say it, and it’s yours”.

“…Whatever I want?” Chris asked, as if he didn’t know that he could ask absolutely anything of you, and that you’d give him exactly what he wanted. Just like he would do for you.

“Whatever you want, baby”.

Chris hummed. His eyes jumped all over your face, taking in your features, until they finally started travelling further down to look at your neck, your chest, your legs… Even if your body was covered by his t-shirt, it was like the garment simply didn’t exist.

Finally, when he had seemingly decided just what he wanted, he took a deep breath. One of his hands let go of your bum to start making its way towards your tummy. Chris squeezed the flesh briefly, then he dragged that same hand all the way up your torso, until it reached one of your breasts.

It was such a simple thing, but the way his palm wouldn’t detach from your skin had heat spreading all throughout your body, even more so when he gave your breast a hefty squeeze, only to finally pinch your nipple.

You bit your lip at the sensation, tugging a bit on his hair. For no particular reason other than because you could.

Chris’ eyes were focused on your chest, on the movement of his hand under the fabric. After a deep breath, he finally spoke again.

“I know what I want…”

Soft, wet sounds filled the space of your living room. They mingled with the content sighs leaving your boyfriend’s mouth, and with your occasional quiet moans.

When Chris told you this was what he wanted, it hadn’t been exactly what you had expected, but you certainly weren’t going to complain. Not when his monster cock was buried deep within your walls, not when his lips were attached to your chest…

You were certain you had surpassed the thirty minute mark already. Over thirty minutes spent sitting on this armchair, straddling him, becoming putty in his hands. Thirty minutes of sweet, sweet torture. 

Chris detached his mouth from your chest. Squeezing your breasts gently with both hands, he blew on your nipples, the feeling was enhanced by the remnants of his saliva spread all over. You felt your walls clamp around his length, and a whine escaped your mouth. 

“You’re dripping, pretty baby. I can feel it trickling down”, Chris chuckled, kneading your breasts. He sounded immensely amused, and you attempted to bury your face in the crook of his neck as soon as you felt your cheeks heating up.

“That’s because my boyfriend has been playing with my tits for almost an hour”, you mumbled, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. 

“Should we stop?” His hands immediately stopped their motions on your chest, although he didn’t remove them. The question was genuine, it spread a pleasant warmth within you, and you couldn’t help but appreciate that he checked in on you. He always did, and you always appreciated it.

“No”, you replied almost immediately, trying not to pout at the dwindling of your pleasure when his fingers stopped stimulating your nipples. “I love when you play with them…”

“You do?” Chris smiled at you, dipping his hands from your tits briefly to caress your sides, making goosebumps raise on your skin.

You nodded in response, swallowing the saliva that had pooled in your mouth. His hands continued their path lower, finding your thighs, gripping the flesh tightly while biting his bottom lip. Your mind was already drifting elsewhere, transported by the dark haze in Chris’ eyes, by his hands on your body.

“You like it when I fondle them?” Chris brought his hands back to your breasts, and started kneading them gently. You nodded, absentmindedly licking your lower lip while you stared into his eyes. 

“Yeah? Mmm… You like it when I… ghost my fingers over your nipples like this?” He dragged his thumbs over the stiffened buds, slowly, with barely any pressure, but the movement had you inhaling deeply, and your thighs twitching with need. You nodded again.

“What about… when I roll them between my fingers like this?” As soon as both his thumbs and index fingers pinched each nipple, rolling them softly, you couldn’t contain the moan that came out of your mouth. The contact had sparks of pleasure shooting from your chest to your core, making you clench around his length, making Chris inhale deeply at the tight grip of your walls. 

“I–I do”, you replied simply, closing your eyes and throwing your head back as your boyfriend kept rolling your nipples between his fingers, slowly increasing the pressure. 

“You always make the prettiest noises when I play with your tits, love”, Chris kissed your cheek, making you flush impossibly further. 

He left a trail of kisses from your cheek to your ear, whispering as he went. “My girl’s perfect tits, hm? So full and soft… I love playing with them, too, you know?” 

A shiver ran up and down your spine when he whispered in your ear. You did know, but you loved hearing it anyway. Once again, you nodded, taking in deep breaths, whining a bit the more he played with your chest. 

“What about my mouth, baby?” Chris mumbled, still close to your ear, pressing his cheek against yours. “Do you like my mouth on your tits, too?”

You nodded, eagerly, desperately… Your body started to tremble because of the way he talked to you, because of his hands working your chest, and his cock stretching you open. “Love your mouth on my tits…”

“Mmm… Love having your tits in my mouth, too”, Chris pressed a kiss to your cheek, an oddly tender gesture considering the circumstances. You whimpered as soon as his lips were pressed to your heated skin, digging your nails further into his shoulders. 

Chris finally stopped stimulating your chest, and you exhaled, finding both agony and relief in the lack of contact. Cupping your breasts, squeezing them, he took them in his hands, and he leaned in, slowly, almost tentatively landing a lick on one of your nipples. Before you could even react, his lips closed around the sensitive bud, and it made you moan again, a bit more desperate this time.

His languid licks had you trembling once again, they had you whining like a hungry puppy, and you supposed you were. Right then, you certainly felt like one.

You wanted to roll your hips, to try to find some delicious friction by rubbing your clit against his pubic bone, but you knew he wanted you to be still. So you tried your best to not move, you simply held onto his shoulders as tightly as you could, getting increasingly more worked up the longer he sucked, and licked, and touched your sensitive breasts.

The rumble on the side table next to the armchair pulled you out of the daze Chris’ attention had you in. He detached his mouth from your chest to look at the rumbling device, and you immediately whined at the loss of contact. He read the caller ID out loud. You couldn’t help but sigh, annoyed. It was your boss, of all people… 

“You should take that”, Chris removed his hands from your chest, leaning back on the armchair and placing his hands on your thighs, squeezing them. “Could be important”.

A pout immediately formed on your lips. He just giggled when he saw it, cupping your cheek and tugging your bottom lip with his thumb.

Finally, with another sigh of annoyance, you reached for your phone and answered the call. “Hello?”

The audacity of your boss to call you out of your business hours… And for something so stupid. It was like all those delicious endorphins that had flooded your brain throughout the past hour were forcibly flushed out of your system as soon as you heard her voice.

A frown made its way to your face while you listened to her oh, so urgent query. Momentarily, you forgot about your boyfriend’s thickness deep inside you. At least, until he leaned into you again, wrapping his arms around your waist and attaching his lips to your collarbone.

Saliva pooled in your mouth, so you swallowed, closing your eyes to attempt to focus on what your boss was telling you. Admittedly, it was much harder than you could ever imagine, especially when Chris kissed your skin so lovingly and tenderly, when he whispered words of appreciation between each kiss. ‘Gorgeous… Pretty… Soft… Beautiful… So smart in your work call, huh?’

You just couldn’t take it anymore, you needed this call to end now, or you’d die due to lack of intimacy with your gorgeous boyfriend. So you cleared your throat–both to get the attention of your boss who was still rambling on the other side of the line, and to conceal a whimper that almost came out of your mouth once Chris’ lips attached to your pulse point.

“Listen, the files I sent out today have the answer to all of those questions. My shift ended, like, two hours ago. Just because we’re friends doesn’t mean you can call me out of hours, much less for something like this?” You might’ve spoken a bit harsher than you intended, but you needed to get your point across.

Chris squeezed your ass, tightly, almost making you moan right on the speaker. Thankfully, your boss stuttered a ‘Oh, shit I thought you were still working, I forgot your shift changed this month. I’m so sorry! Let’s talk tomorrow!’

You said your goodbyes and pressed the red button on your screen. After a double take to make sure the call had been hung up, you dropped it back on the side table, sighing. But this time, you didn’t sigh out of annoyance, but due to the fact that Chris had tugged your earlobe with his teeth.

“You’re so fucking hot when you get all bossy, fuck”, he attached his lips to your pulse point once again, sucking on the skin. “Talking about your spreadsheets, and pivots, and numbers, and shit”.

You chuckled, bringing your arms to Chris’ shoulders and pulling him further into you. “That’s the true boring stuff, babe”.

“Mmm… Still…” Chris peppered kisses all over your face–your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, your chin… “Wanna keep going? Or is the mood ruined for you?”

“Does it feel like it’s ruined for me?” You clenched around his length, voluntarily, making him twitch inside you. “You’re still rock hard, baby. So I’ll take a guess and say the mood hasn’t been ruined for you, either”.

“How could I not be rock hard when I have a Goddess on my lap? When you’re so deliciously warm around my cock?” Chris pulled away from your hug, cradling your face in his hands to plant a loud, wet kiss on your lips. “Should I continue where we left off?”

You nodded, and immediately your boyfriend’s mouth was back on your chest, sucking your nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, all while his other hand squeezed your other breast, stimulating the hardened bud with his fingers. 

In no time, Chris had you a whimpering, moaning mess again. You were seriously dripping, you could feel your own juices leaking out, and if you hadn’t been too engrossed in the tingles of pleasure coursing throughout your body, you would’ve stopped to put a towel under your bodies.

“Baby…” You mumbled, threading your fingers in the hair on the back of Chris’ head, tugging the slightest bit. “Bite?”

He opened his eyes, looking at you with that dark, predatory look that always made you want to submit, to let him make you feel good however he pleased, to let him ruin you. He didn’t say anything, though. Instead, he just did as you asked, nibbling on your sensitive skin as his other hand pinched the other nipple.

He kept the slow rhythm of his tongue, of his teeth, and his lips, every second bringing you closer to a ledge you weren’t even sure you’d be able to fall over like this. Eventually, he switched sides, attaching his mouth to the other nipple to get it just as wet and puffy as the other.

You could feel yourself clench around him, just like you could feel him twitch every time you moaned his name. Something was brewing in the pit of your stomach, something warm and familiar…

“Oh, fuck! Chris!”

All of a sudden, your release hit you like a truck, your entire body shook, your boyfriend groaned against your chest, and tears quickly welled in your eyes. It was so much, an explosion of pleasure that dragged warmth everywhere within your body. Familiar, yet new at the same time.

Your thighs flexed with exertion, you were trembling, and as you started to come down from your high, you just couldn’t stand any more stimulation to your chest.

“Fuck, fuck, babe–stop, please…”

Chris detached his mouth from your abused nipple as soon as the words came out of your mouth. Your body slumped, your world started to spin, you were panting still, and all you could do to keep yourself grounded was pressing your forehead on your boyfriend’s shoulder. He simply hugged you close, caressing your hair, whispering soothing words. You could vaguely register them among the ringing in your ears.

“Baby, talk to me. Are you okay?” Threading his fingers in your hair, Chris massaged your scalp. His tone was gentle, but slightly urgent. It wouldn’t have been the first time you passed out after an orgasm, so you could totally understand why he was trying to get a reply from you.

You nodded, still panting a bit. With a deep breath you removed your head from his shoulder, placing your hands on his chest for stability. “I’m okay. But, holy shit. What was that?” 

“One of the hottest things you’ve ever done, holy fuck”, immediately, Chris attached his lips to your cheeks, kissing away the tears that had inadvertently fallen from your eyes. “I really… I mean, it wasn’t my intention to make you come from that. I didn’t even know you could do that”. 

“I didn’t know I could do that, fuck…" You’d always had sensitive nipples, they’d always been a good trigger for your pleasure, but only when it was coupled with clit stimulation, so this certainly caught you off guard.

Chris looked at you for a moment, all starry eyed, as if he had just been given a Christmas present. In an instant his lips were on yours, kissing you deeply, adoringly, all as he groaned against your mouth and groped your ass. “So fucking perfect, shit…”

When he pulled back from the kiss, he held you close, pressing kisses on your cheek while you tried your best to catch your breath.

He was still hard inside you, you could feel him twitch sporadically as he caressed your body, and even if you had just come a handful of minutes prior, you had been waiting way too long already. 

“Babe…” Bringing your hands to his face, you cradled it, and leaned in to kiss him. You barely detached your lips from his, simply letting them brush against his lips with every word that came out of your mouth. “Please, Chris. Fuck me. Fuck me good, please I need–”

Your sentence got cut short, what should’ve been the rest of it was replaced with a yelp as your boyfriend held you tightly and moved. He moved so fast you registered it only when you were already with your back against the armchair, with your boyfriend hovering over you and with your hips in just the right angle by the edge of the seat. 

“Want me to fuck you good?” Chris mumbled against your mouth, throwing your legs over his shoulders and holding your hips tightly. “I’ll fuck you so fucking good, my prettiest. Just like you deserve”. 

Whatever response you had died on your tongue, replaced by broken moans of his name as your boyfriend started to ram into you, so hard you could practically feel him in your throat.

“So fucking perfect coming because I was playing with your tits, shit…” The sound of sweaty skin hitting sweaty skin filled the room, mingling with the obscene squelching sounds produced by his cock going in and out of your cunt at such an aggressive pace. “How lucky am I, huh? Every day… you just remind me… how lucky I am… because I’m able to call you mine. Fuck!” 

You couldn’t speak. The only noises you could produce were whines, and whimpers, and moans, and your boyfriend’s name as he kept stimulating that sweet spot within your walls, bringing you alarmingly fast towards your second high.

“My perfect girl, and her perfect tits, and her perfect body just for me. Just for me, hm?” 

You just nodded in response to his question. Because you were. you were his girl, and your body was his to enjoy.

“Mine. My pretty baby all for me, fuck…” Removing one of your legs from where it had been resting on his shoulder, Chris’ hand got easy access to your centre, and you immediately held your leg against your chest, letting him work you up just how he wanted, just how you wanted. “C’mon, baby. Give me another”.

In no time, you were trembling with your release, tearing up at the onslaught of sensations coursing through your body. Chris rammed into you once, twice, thrice, and with the fourth thrust he dived in, finding your mouth and kissing you sloppily right before he finally exploded within your warmth. Keeping his hips pressed against you, he shot his load deep into you, all as he groaned, and grunted, and borderline growled within the kiss.

Panting a bit, Chris moved away from your lips, pressing a trail of kisses from your face to your shoulder, eventually resting his head there while he composed himself. You were too fucked out of your mind to do anything other than bring your hand to the back of his head to play with his now sweaty hair. 

After a minute, he detached himself from you, kissing you one more time before he was pulling out. “Stay still”. 

When he came back with a soaked washcloth, he cleaned you up, getting as much of his cum on the rag before he dropped it to the floor and scooped you into his arms. You weakly held onto him, letting him carry you to your bedroom.

“Love you. You know that, right?” Chris pressed a kiss on your forehead, placing you down on your shared bed.

You hummed. “I love you, too”.

Chris smiled brightly at you, kissing you on the cheek one more time before he was pulling himself away from your space.

You grabbed his hand, pouting, and he immediately giggled. “Where are you going? You gonna leave me all alone here? No cuddles?”

“Baby, of course not. If I ever skip our post-sex cuddles, assume I’m gravely ill and take me to the hospital”, Chris leaned down so he could place a kiss on the back of your hand. “I’m going to get you some water. You need to hydrate, pretty. I’m nowhere near done with you yet”.

“O–oh”, you started to feel tingly all over again, just as you felt heat creep on your face.

“Yeah, oh”, Chris chuckled, pressing another kiss on the back of your hand before he mumbled a ‘Be right back’.

You unashamedly stared at his ass until he left the room. You were definitely getting a handful of that later, since it seemed to be like it was going to be one of those long, strenuous, yet immensely satisfying nights. 

As you laid there on your side, hugging a pillow to your chest, you honestly couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face while you waited for your boyfriend to come back.

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[talesof-old]

sleeping in | j.p.

pairing(s): james potter x reader

warning(s): none really, brown!james (no specified ethnicity, just that he has darker skin), fluff, not my best work but i’m trying to get back into writing more frequently

word count: 623

masterlist

holiday corner series

sleepy, snowy mornings with james potter

You came to slowly, fighting your body’s natural urge to wake. Sunlight shone in through the windows, bright and blinding as it reflected off the fresh fallen snow. Christmas was just days away, and the celebrations were to be held at your’s and James’ place. Piles of unhung garland filled your living room, last minute decorations you’d forgotten to put up nearly a month ago.

You shifted in bed. Pressed against your back, James was a human furnace unwilling to be parted from you. One of his arms was wrapped tightly around your waist and used to keep your body flush to his. You smiled. In sleep, he looked so peaceful. Nightmares rarely plagued him, instead leaving his face still and calm all throughout the night. Despite yourself, you raised a hand and brushed a haphazard curl off of his forehead. His eyelids twitched, lips pursing in a small pout that sent your heart singing.

Dark eyelashes fluttered over unblemished brown cheeks. You turned in his embrace, nuzzling into the crook of his neck while pressing kisses to the exposed, warm skin. James sighed, arm tightening around your form, squeezing you to him.

“Morning.” It was a soft murmur spoken against your temple, the syllables slurred and heavy with sleep. You pressed a kiss to his collarbone. James responded with a kiss to your temple, then resting his cheek against your head. The edge of his jaw dug into your scalp but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

His warmth cocooned you, lulling you into a half asleep state of being, malleable and limp in his arms.

“It’s snowing.” You blinked, pulling your head out of the safety of his neck to face him. A lazy grin was plastered on his face, doe eyes half lidded as he regarded you. Moments passed, eyes clearing as you continued to stare at him, body tingly with adoration.

“Mmm. I know. Checked the weather last night.” He huffed dramatically, rolling over and pulling you with him.

You yelped as the blankets shifted, exposing slivers of your right side to the freezing air. Goosebumps lined your flesh, biting as James chuckled beneath you.

“You’re evil, James Potter.” He reached around you and righted the blankets, patting them down to make sure you were completely covered.

“Me? Evil? Never.” You huffed and laid your head on his chest, staring out the window to gaze at snow covered evergreens. The two of you stayed there, suspended in the quiet, limbs tangled together as the seconds turned to minutes.

Your eyelids fluttered shut.

By the time you woke up again, it was to the sound of a kettle whistling. You whined a little as you emerged from your warm cocoon, reaching to slip on a pair of thick wool socks and padding through the house. A fresh start, James had said, after everything. Neither of you wanted to stay in his late parents’ house, but you didn’t want anything big to look after either. A small cottage in the countryside was perfect.

He caught sight of you as you entered the kitchen, all messy hair and haphazard clothing. You smiled as he offered you a mug of coffee with a fond expression, pouring tea for himself. He set the kettle down on an unused eye. Wrapping your hands around the warm mug, you leaned against the kitchen counter and cast an apprehensive look towards the garlands.

“Think we’ll be able to handle that today?”

James saddled up to your side, one arm slung around your hips. Even out of bed, he radiated heat. You leaned into him.

“Shouldn’t be too hard, yeah? We’ll make quick work of it.” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“If not, I’ll just get Padfoot and Moony to do it.”

-

i’m trying to keep these short because otherwise i put off doing them

[iexisttospitegod69]

THE VOICES ARE TELLING MY SMUTTY THINGS ABOUT GOJO SATORU

Tw: SMUT

Summary: Satoru really likes your fake nails

pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

it was such a pretty sight.

the worlds strongest sorcerer laying so helplessly, laid across your bed like a thanksgiving meal. each of the limbs were tied to the posts of you bed frame with rope covered in sigils. not even Satoru himself could break them, no matter how hard he tried.

it had started so innocently. you had just come back from getting your nails done at high end spa around 1 o’clock after a well deserved splurge day for yourself. a massage, then food, then hair, then nails. you felt like a million bucks. it wasn’t your fault that Satoru had taken such interest in your now much longer nails.

he immediately grabbed your hand and admired how the color shimmered in the light, how it made your long fingers look even more elegant. you laughed at his fascination in them. he stood there for at least 10 minutes just admiring you hand while you talked about your day to him.

it had started with you just running your new nails across his scalp. he practically melted at how your gentle hands felt running through his soft white hair. it wasn’t your fault when his back muscles looked like they need attention too, as you scratched his neck and across his back.

It wasn’t your fault you took his shirt off to watch the goosebumps raise on his porcelain skin when your nails glided across it. you were just mesmerized with how much your boyfriend loved your nails. so it most definitely wasn’t your fault when Satoru thought a little too hard about how your hands looked and felt a twitch in his pants.

And that’s how he got here. It was entirely his fault. he was the one who begged to see your pretty new nails wrapped around his cock, not you. and it was his fault he didn’t see this happening.

the worlds strongest sorcerer was reduced to whining, whimpering mess underneath you. you glanced a look at the clock. 3:47. it had been almost two hours of your pretty nails teasing his pretty cock. of course Satoru had begged for you to touch him, but after being treated like queen all day, you didn’t feel like fully bending to his will.

in his normal personality, he had joked about what you were going to do to him as you tied his hands to the bed post. he thought it was just going to be a few rounds and done. oh how wrong he was.

you were on a mission right now. to see how far you could push him. and god was he so pretty like this. you sat on top of his thighs in your bra and underwear. Satoru was in nothing at all, his skin shone with sweat, and his cock and lower abdomen were covered in his own cum.

“what’s the matter ‘toru? i thought you liked my nails?” you teased him as you lightly brushed the tips of the fake nails across his dick. you watched as his abs flex in attempt to run away from your hand. his toned arms pulled as hard as he could at the ropes around his wrists to no avail. he tried to buck his hips upward but you weight stopped him.

“i-i-i do- ah… but ‘s s-so sensi-itve” he barely managed to get out between whimpers and whines as you nails continued their assaults on his very red and very sensitive dick.

you smiled with a mischievous look. you grabbed the base of his dick and pumped up and down as fast as you could. you watched as his fought with whatever remaining energy he had to get away from the unwanted stimulation. his jaw hung open and high pitched whines and pure pornographic moans fell from his lips. his breathing was in short bursts as his eyes rolled back into his skull and a few white beads of cum pulled in your hand. you let go of his cock and leaned forward to toy with his nipples.

“looks like there’s still more cum in you pretty boy. but it looks like we only have a few more times before there nothing left” you said in a happy tone. silent tears rolled down Satoru’s face from sheer overwhelmingness of it. you pulled and tugged and flicked his nipples and watched as his face turned more and more red. his cock was stuck in a state of constant hardness, but you learned that the redness of Satoru’s face meant he was ready to cum again.

you toyed with his nipples for a little longer, occasionally leaning down to run your tongue over the bud and grazing your teeth over it. eventually you focused your attention back on his cock. in his hazy, lust filled mind, Satoru noticed the switch and knew what was coming next.

“p-please i-i can’t cum anymore” he whined.

“but baby, there’s still more in here” you pouted as your nails lightly grazed across his balls. his back arched off the bed, but you pushed him back down.

one or your hands wrapped around the tip of the head while your thumb circled the top. your other hand went to his head as you grabbed his hair and forced him to look at what your hand was doing.

“you said they looked pretty, so you’re going to watch them” you said with a glint of sadism in your eyes.

his half lidded eyes struggled to stay open and kept looking at your hand. your thumb continued its assault as more moans and whimpers feel from him. occasionally your index and thumb moved around the tip and squeezed gently before continuing to brush your thumb over his head, leaving the rest of his very hard and very sensitive cock with nothing.

you could tell by the increasing highness of his moans that he was getting close again. you let his hair go and his head flopped against the pillow. your now free hand came down to trace the bulging vein on his dick. again, he tried to pull out of his restraints, but nothing budged and he was forced over the edge again. but this time, nothing came out. your only indication of his orgasm was his needy moans and his pretty blue eyes as they rolled into the back of his head.

you laughed a little as he panted heavily. he looked down with those puppy dog eyes, no longer able to form words.

you kissed up his stomach and left some very noticeable hickeys on his neck before untying his hands and legs. once free, he curled into your side and drifted into sleep.

authors note: AHH IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS BAD THE VOICES ARE TELLING MY THINGS THO.

anyways i hope all you little gojo hoes are feed tonight 😌

[anemonelovesfiction]

Fated Mates 4

Ao’nung x Fem! Human reader

Warnings ⚠️ : Most of this chapter is smut. Ao’nung x Y/n and Neteyam x Y/n, they’re opposite lovers tho 😌

Tag List 🏷️: @universal-s1ut @lili-flower03 @deadpool15

As always English is stricken through!

Translation station

Ma’tìyawn: My love

Yawne: beloved

Tewng: Loincloth

Tahnì: Bioluminescent freckles

Yawntu: Loved one

Dedicating this chapter to m’deat, thank you for putting up with me @shit-i-say-shit-i-think

Word count: 7.2 K

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I’d been tasked with staying above water and decided to sit on the magnetic rock walkway, dipping my feet into the sea water and feeling my nerves calm down. I had been nervous to mate before Eywa because for them, this was a forever thing, becoming one in front of the great mother was something I was talked to by Neteyam- something I believed we’d do- but the nerves were there with him as well.

I kicked my feet in the water lightly while looking up at the night sky, enjoying the brilliant dazzle of the star lights. The beautiful glow of the Spirit tree’s petals were brightly illuminating the space we were in and I could see quite a bit inside the cove of ancestors. I always wished I could connect to the spirit tree and visit some people, maybe visit my mom if she was here, but I doubted it.

“Hello, pretty girl.”

I gasp and bring my legs closer to my chest and look at the direction the voice had come from, only to see Ao’nung floating above water and holding in a smile.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, ma’tìyawn,” He lets a couple chuckles slip past his lips.

“I’m just nervous-“ I’d placed me feet back into the water and pat my knee’s awkwardly with my hands, my lips thinning as I look down toward my feet. He raises his body on the walkway to sit next to me, his hand coming to gently lift my chin, our eyes meeting again.

“I’m nervous too. It somehow feels different to be doing this now. But we don’t have to do anything we don’t want to.”

“But I want to,” I stated and try turning my head again but he turns it right back.

“I do too, Yawne,” He smiles, tucking my hair behind my ear gently.

“Can you kiss me?” I ask and he rubs my cheek with the knuckles of his fingers affectionately. Cupping it and leaning down, placing a sweet kiss on my lips, I wrap my arms around his neck and lift myself over his lap, turning the sweet kiss into a fervent one.

His grip slid down toward my waist, leaving a trail of heat and goosebumps in their wake as his thumbs settled to rubbing my sides affectionately, allowing his hands to linger there before grasping my hips roughly and moving them across his lap, slowly feeling him at half mast.

I move my arms from his neck and instead place one hand on his cheek, the other trailing over to rub the tips of his ear between my forefinger and thumb and he bucks his hips upward while holding my hips down. The hand I once held on his cheek reaching over to rub his other ear and he groans in the kiss. I reach my hand over toward his kuru, giving it the slightest of tugs.

“Little one, you’ll be the death of me,” He then starts nipping on my bottom lip, kissing alongside my cheeks, making sure to plant a kiss on my nose and forehead, before moving down toward my jawline. I gasp as he begins kissing down my neck and had failed to notice his hand under my crop top shirt, not removing it before his finger greedily found my nipples, holding them in his hands as his thumbs played with the pebbled tips.

“Please don’t stop-“ I whined while his lips gently kissed my pulse point, his fangs occasionally scratching the sensitive skin there, and I was reduced to a shivering mess.

“Don’t wanna,” He answers quickly, taking my top off completely and tossing it somewhere on the walkway. Attaching his mouth to my breast, enjoying himself very much, my hands going straight for his hair and allowing my nails to scrape his scalp, feeling like this was the best place to hold on to. He didn’t take long to switch toward the other, giving that nipple the same attention.

I could feel the tips of his fingers sliding down my sides once more, reaching to expertly untie my tewng. I stand to discard myself of the fabric and his mouth disconnects from my breast, looking up at me with glossy eyes, not that he was crying, just staring at me in awe.

“I love you,” His thick accent hadn’t made it hard for me to understand what he had said to me in my language. But it did make me pause slightly feeling all of the warmth radiate from his words and right through my chest, I grasped his cheeks and brought his head forward to meet my lips with his.

“I love you too.” I responded after our lips parted. Realizing I had been standing naked.

“I want to try something,” He speaks while his hands run along my thighs. “I want you to sit on my face.”

I smile leaning down to kiss him again, telling him to lay down so I could properly sit on his face. I place my knee’s on the floor before allowing myself to hover over him becoming nervous once more.

“Sit, ma’tìyawn,” He’s already wrapped his arms around my thighs, I try to mentally prepare myself for sitting but felt him yank on my thighs, effectively sitting me against his tongue. I gasp at the feeling, my hands instinctively grasping his arms as a means to ground myself. I look down and could tell by his eyes alone that he was smirking, and before I could comment on it he starts licking.

“Oh,” I could feel his tongue delving between the lips and circling around my nerve filled bud, unintentionally bucking my hips.

“S-sorry-“ I apologized and accidentally bucked my hips again. “Feels s’good, sorry-“ I bucked again and looked down to see his amused stare, of course he’d be enjoying this. I could feel his fangs yanking at the skin of my lips just right and bucked my hips again, closing my eyes tightly, allowing myself to enjoy the feeling.

“Don’t stop,” I chant, allowing my hips to have a mind of their own. His fangs were good at adding extra stimulation, and it felt amazing. “Fuck I’m close,” I whine feeling my own body change up how I wanted him to continue.

“Holy fuck,” I grind my hips against his mouth feeling the orgasm building, trying to bring myself closer to the edge, panting heavily as I attempt to finish. I can feel one of his hands moving against my thigh, too caught up in pleasure I couldn’t open my eyes, but the same motion was being done.

It takes me a couple seconds to figure out that he’d been using this type of way to sign, I try focusing on his movements once more and realize he’s telling me to come.

“Okay-“ I choke out and allow myself to tip over the edge as he continues feasting on me, it helped ride out my orgasm and prolonged it a bit, but I’d finally stopped my own movements and hang my head as I try to catch my breath.

“I want to mate the way your people do,” I can see the confusion in his eyes and I smile lightly to clarify.

“I mean the position,”

His face softens tremendously at my request as he nods. He offers his hand to me but I lightly push it away, kneeling down to untie his tewng from his hips, being careful to take it off his tail, which he thumps happily at the gesture, I toss is over to where mine was.

I turn to see him with open and I smile, walking over to him, allowing myself to be engulfed into the biggest hug ever, enjoying the way his body warmed mine, the way we fit together made me feel like I was at home. I could feel the tip of his penis against my thighs, since he’d been sitting on his knee’s.

“I’ll be gentle, little one, tell me if you want to stop and I will.” I nod at his words. He’d always been considerate and I’m sure he was scared of hurting me due to our size difference.

“I trust you, yawne,” I responded as he lifts me slightly, the tip of his penis lining up with my opening, I was still facing him as he slides me down, the gasp leaving my lips making him stop for a moment, it had been a bit since we had done anything, and I welcomed the stretch.

“Does it hurt?” He asks but I just kiss him. “Ma’Y/n-“ He backs off from the kiss right as the slightest whimper escaped my throat, my arms had snakes their way around his neck during our embrace, but I needed to feel more.

“Please, ‘nung, more-“ I managed to speak in Na’Vi.

“I don’t want to hurt you,”

“I don’t care-“ I moan and try pushing myself down but his hands on my hips stop me from doing what I wanted.

“And I do, use your words.” He asks sternly and it causes me to open my eyes, looking at him, he looks upset. I only smile stupidly and take my hands, placing them on his ears, the unexpected touch had caused him to rut his hips upward, I continue rubbing the lobes teasingly between my thumbs and forefingers.

“Yawne!” He hisses as a warning but moaning halfway through, biting his bottom lip into his mouth.

“Wanna hear you,” I stated as I felt the small resolve of his hands loosening their tight grip, allowing myself to slide down the rest of the way, still being held close to his chest, enjoying the embrace, my fingers having moved off his ears and onto his shoulders for stability.

“Need you, bad,” I grunt as soon as I feel his hands mold over my hips, his iron grip had me addicted to him, how sweet he could be to me, my heart and pussy were throbbing.

“I need to go fast, baby, can’t hold on-“ He whimpers as his eyes travel down to see where we are joined. My mind is feels dizzy-in a good way- when I hear him speak English.

“Go fast,” I stated as I held onto his shoulder knowing he’d go pretty quick, and I was right, he pistons his hips as of he were pounding into a fleshlight. The speed of his thrusts were causing himself to push the tip of his penis into my cervix, a bulge to grow in my belly, all of this was normal. But the rarest thing was being able to feel his hips meeting mine, skin slapping on skin as he fucks himself deep inside me.

I could feel his cock twitch and knew he was close. I couldn’t stop my loud self from moaning and enjoying the feeling of his cock kissing every inch of my pussy just right. He was freely moaning in my ears as he chases his own orgasm and I could feel myself already coming for the second time. His cock spurting, the bioluminescent come dripping out of me at the same time, it was brighter than most times as some of it had splattered on my thighs.

I stared in awe at the color, unaware that Ao’nung had continued thrusting at the same speed inside of me. I kept shifting my hands on his shoulders as I felt like I couldn’t ground myself, the overwhelming feeling starting in the pit if my stomach, the overstimulation- that dull ache in my cunt- was hitting, but the head of his thick cock was hitting my g-spot too well. Massaging it constantly as he continued hitting it, my moans never stopping, his hips didn’t either.

“Can’t fucking think, please, lemme come- needa come again, ah ah ahhh,” I whined knowing he had to understand everything I was saying.

“Wanna fill you up with children, see you round, make you an um’ma. Fill that pretty pussy, fuck you dumb.”

“I wanna be a mama,” I whine, my nails digging into his back, my back arching, only pushing our chests further together.

“Need to mark you, little one,” He grunts while pushing his face between the crook of my neck, his bite wasn’t even registered as my climax took over, my walls contracting as I came, his bioluminescent come painting me again.

Deep down I’d always wanted to become a mother, but knew it was only wishful thinking. There was no way humans and Na’Vi could have children together- even if Ao’nung mentioned we could, I felt saddened by this fact but we could always adopt children, maybe thats how we’ll get four.

He had slid himself out of me but kept me close to his chest, making sure I was content. I could only lay my head on his shoulders as I caught my breath, not even bothering to tune into my surroundings. I could feel him lay us down sideways, placing his arm as a temporary pillow to support my head, gently petting my hair.

“Welcome back to Pandora, ma’Y/n.” He smiles at me as I had opened my tired eyes.

“Hello,” I stated tiredly as he smiles, he has his mothers smile.

__________

“Are you awake enough to talk about something important?” I asked as she sat in my lap, she sat sideways, her back was against one of my arms and I could see her face from this angle.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you and your family, I was certain that no matter how badly I’d want to see you that she would skin me alive.” I knew she had meant my mother, and it pained me to know that she was potentially correct, it had taken a lot of talking to my mother for her to understand that I did love Y/n.

“No, ma’tìyawn, that is not it,” I lean over to kiss her forehead as she sighs in contentment. “I needed to talk to you about something I told Neteyam.” It seemed appropriate at the time since I had wanted him to know I had no reason to be jealous, I technically owe it all to him.

“You don’t have to share if you want it to,” She had stated in the smallest voice, it warmed my heart, I’m sure she thought I hadn’t wanted to share my visit today, so I ran my hand across her back gently.

“I believe I do, yawne.” I can see her accept with a slight nod and couldn’t help but smile down at her. If Neteyam visited her, it would most likely be tonight, and its only fair to let her know about my carelessness, I should have consulted with her before openly offering her body to him.

“I met with him and told him what you said to me. He seemed like he was willing to meet with you in your dreams but he did not give a definite answer.” I explained to her and she nods.

“Thank you, that means more to me than you’ll ever know.” She admits and it makes me wince.

“I also may have told him to destress with you, if he understood what I meant by that,”

This had caught her attention. Her head had turned rather quickly at my comment and her brows were furrowed in confusion. I couldn’t stop the embarrassing blush covering my cheeks and feeling it reach the tips of my ears as they flickered around a bit.

“You mean like, like us having sex?” She asks and I nod once.

“I-“ She cuts herself off as her face shifts back to the open water as she seems to be trying to take all of this in.

“Let me make sure I understand this,” She had brought her hands together with both palms facing each other, the tips of her forefingers pressed against her lips as she took in a deep breath.

“You told Neteyam to visit me in my dreams, then told him to destress with me, as in he should feel free to have sex with an already mated woman?” She asks and her eyes shift over to look at mine, which is how I knew she was done speaking, I nod sheepishly. Hearing it come out of her mouth made it sound like a dumb idea.

“Why?” She asks in a calm manner, I was expecting her to have exploded angrily.

“Now that you say that it sounds stupid, no?” I ask and try to avoid eye contact, looking down at the water through the spirit tree.

“No, but I feel horribly for wanting to-“ She cuts herself off and hides her face in her hands.

“I feel like I owe him. Had the two of you not courted, you would have no reason to have been brought here by Jake, or stolen by your alien father. You would not have been chosen as my mate and we would not be here right now.”

“Does this ruin our mating before Eywa? Or does our mating not count since I can’t form tsaheylu with you?” She asks and seems rather nervous.

“I consent to this because I feel like I owe him, ma’Y/n. If the two of you consent to it nothing will change between us and we are still in union with each other. If you do not consent to it you are not obligated to do it. But I have a feeling you’d like the opportunity to.” I allow myself to be bold to make that statement, especially after her previous statement when she’d covered her face with her small hands.

“I don’t know, Ao,” She stated quietly and seemed at conflict with herself. “I feel horrible for saying I do.” She adds and I feel relief flooding through me that she knew this was something she did want. She looks at me with big eyes

as if she were scared.

“I have you in every way he cannot have you. As a wife, a mate, and physically. This will not change the way I look at or treat you. I want you to enjoy yourself with him in any way you can.”

She nods and seems to accept that answer, I could feel the need to hug her and I did, it seemed like thats exactly what she needed as she lets out a relieved exhale.

“Would you like to head back now or a little later?” I offer her the choice and she smiles.

“Now is fine, but could we stay above water? I want to see the stars, and your tahnì,” She pokes at them carefully and I nod at he request, calling the Ilu over and watching it happily come over.

I slipped off the walkway, connecting my kuru with the Ilu, gently patting her sides before reaching my hand back over to Y/n, who took it and I yanked her over the Ilu, facing me.

“Thank you,” She states while hugging me, her cheek pressed against my chest and I can feel her relax against it, I place my hand over her head to lightly press her face closer to my chest and take a deep breath myself.

It hadn’t taken long to get there, our little trip back was spent in comfortable silence. Her little hands came up to trace meaningless patterns over my tahnì, but I knew it had made her happy and I didn’t mind it.

“I feel nervous again.” She stated as we walked back toward the marui’s. There had still been a few people out celebrating and dancing, but I knew she’d probably be too tired to rejoin the group.

“Don’t be,” I picked her up into my arms and she squeals a bit.

“I’m capable of walking,” She protests and I laugh.

“I do not care.” I stated simply.

After walking into our Marui she’d taken to walking around to find the most comfortable space, not that I minded. She was in awe of us now getting our own privacy and said she had to pick the comfiest spot to sleep. I’d stood by the entrance with a hand on my hip as she jumped similar to little Tuk the first day the Sully’s arrived.

“Right here.” She sits immediately then looks up at me with a smile on her face.

“You do realize you have to get up so I can place our mat down.” I stated matter-of-factly and she rolls her eyes, standing up and crossing her own arms.

“Come here,” I was the one who walked over to her and peppered her face with kisses. “Don’t pout, little one,” I kiss her nose and she fails at hiding her smile.

“I want to cuddle.” She demands and I laugh at her reaction as I place her into my arms as I lay down, her head on my chest and she drapes a leg over me.

“Good night ma’tìyawn.” I kiss the top of her head.

“Good night, Ao,” She murmurs as she slowly drifts off to sleep, I continue staying up a bit looking at the top of the marui.

“Great mother, please don’t let her feel guilty and let her enjoy her time with him.” I prayed aloud while stroking her hair gently.

__________

I opened my eyes as I sat with my feet in the water near a lake. There was a small waterfall that roared in the distance, and the dirt I could smell reminded me of home, but looking up I could see myself surrounded by the tree’s of the pandoran forest. There had been a bit of wind blowing through and I could hear the lemurs chirping in the distance as they swung through the tree’s.

“My my,”

I’d frozen at the sound of the familiar voice I’d grown to love over the years, whipping my head around rather quickly, knowing I just had to see him.

“Nete-“ I choked on my words and the tears come flooding down my face, his beautiful face immediately becoming blurred and all I could do was try blinking them away, but they return at a steady pace, continuously blocking his face from my view.

“Hey there, small thing.” He must have kneeled since his hands are on my face cupping my cheeks, as his thumbs work to wipe my tears away. I take my feet out of the water and turn myself to hug him tightly, my ugly sobs wracking my body.

“It’s okay, I’m here now.” He reassures me as he rubs the small of my back.

I wanted to calm down and hold a conversation with him, but this was the first time I’d seen him since his burial. I wasn’t able to connect to the spirit tree the way the Na’Vi can and being able to feel him once again after being taken from my father- this felt unreal.

At some point my sobs had stopped, but my sniffles had taken over. My tears stopped streaming down and only came occasionally, my head had been placed in the crook of his neck as he continued rubbing the small of my back, gentle caresses with his calloused hands.

“Sorry, I know I’m a crybaby.” I tried to be funny to lighten the mood but the way my tone was made it sound like I was complaining.

“Not as much as Tuk, my love.” He responds but allows me to rest my face on him, not moving, keeping me comfortable.

“I missed you,” I finally tore my face away from the crook of his neck, finally being able to get a good look at him, just staring at his face in awe.

“I missed you too.” He smiles.

“I’m sorry for what happened to you ‘Teyam.” I could only look at him in sadness and he caresses my cheek.

“It wasn’t your fault, my love. Lo’ak and I decided to go save you and Spider, please do not blame yourself.” He states and kisses my forehead.

“I wish I could have saved you as well.”

“You are too tiny to fight anyone, Y/n, just look at you. What would you do? Tickle them to death or stun them with your cuteness?” He asks as he pokes around my sides tickling me in the process and causing me to burst out into laugher as he continues tickling me. I try pushing his hands away but he’s swatting mine in the process.

“Sto-op it!” I squealed loudly as he keeps up. He grasps both of my hands into one of his and pins them over my head, his other hand still ticking me, I try to twist myself away but he climbs on top of me to keep me from doing that.

“Stop moving, my love.” He teases as I giggle from his small pokes. But time seemed to stop at that very moment and he leans down cautiously, stopping before he gets to my lips and almost looks like he’s going to pull back.

“Are you going to chicken out or are you gonna kiss me?” I asked realistically and his smile returns just before dipping his head down and kissing me gently and it stuns me.

“Thats not how you-“ He cuts me off by kissing me roughly, his fangs poking at my lips and I’m sure they were bruised by his brute force, but this was how it always was with him. The hand that had been tickling me had gone up my side and underneath my off-the-shoulder crop top to pinch my nipple.

“Mmmph!” I whine in his mouth as he continues to kiss me and he pulls back with a smirk.

“Let’s see how long you can stay quiet, my love.” He doesn’t seem to want to let go of the hands he’s holding above my head within his strong grasp, he steadily kisses on my neck, allowing his fangs to tug on my skin.

“‘Teyam, fuckin tease-“ I grunt and try to move from his grasp and fail to.

“That didn’t take long, hm?” He isn’t really asking as he kisses down my neck, suckling harshly on the skin.

“Shit-“ I suck in a breath as he manages to capture my pulse point between his lips, his fangs teasing the skin around it, and my hips had a mind of their own as they try to find any sort of friction to relieve myself.

“Still so sensitive,” He mumbles as his free hand comes down to pinch my other nipple.

“Teyam, please,” I beg knowing my movements would be useless at this time.

“What is it?” He asks, moving his head down to suckle on my other nipple through the shirt, his free hand moving down toward me thigh, positioning it over his lower back, eyes still looking right at me.

“Please!” I whine and he just chuckles, biting on my nipple lightly.

“What? Use my fingers?” He asks in a teasing manner, using the fingers from his free hand to tickle my side as he said it, causing a mixed giggle and moan to bubble from my lips.

“Use your mouth to shut you up,” I grunt as I try moving, feeling his boner directly on my clothed pussy, failing to do so as his free hand had seemed to grasp my hips before I could even think about moving them.

“I could do that,” He agrees and his hands loosen on my wrists before looking back up at me again. “These stay on my head or by your side.” He demands and lets go of my wrists, I’d nodded to show I understood and was biting my lip in excitement.

“Wanna see these too,” He lifts me up by my back and unties my shirt quickly, sliding it off my body.

“So fucking beautiful,” He grunts and his hands greedily rush down to my tewng, taking it off easily.

“Teyam,” I whine and keep my legs open like a slut.

“Yeah baby, I know,” He states as he just sits on his knee’s to take a look at me. Biting his lip as he comes close with one finger, planting it heavily between my folds as he slides up, sliding against my clit.

“Mm!” I hold in a moan hips bucking, his eyes flicker between mine and back to my pussy as he repeats the action, my hips repeating theirs.

“You’re so wet,” He comments but I don’t bother responding since he continues his actions.

“Need more-“

“Stop being greedy, baby, you take what I give you.” He commented with a husky voice and I felt myself clench around nothing at his command.

“Y-yes sir-“ I moan out, shutting my eyes and allowing myself to feel the pleasure he was giving me. Feeling his finger stop, my eyes snap open to see him looking at me angrily.

“Eyes on me, small thing.”

“Yes sir-“ I stated breathless keeping my eyes on his as he continues his ministrations.

“I think you’re ready for my fingers, hmm?” He’d looked down at my cunt and back up to my face.

“I take what you give.” I respond and he nods once.

“Thats my good girl,” He smiles as he inserts a finger and I’m instantly clenching around it, the feeling was foreign but welcomed. I let out a moan mixed with a sigh as he didn’t hesitate to insert his second finger in there.

“I’m going to enjoy myself now, my love, remember where your hands need to be.” He reminds me as he dips his head down toward my needy cunt, licking a fat stripe over my clit, my hands immediately clenching around his braids.

“Fuck-“ I whine as I let my hips move while I could, until I felt his free hand hold me down, I grunted, I hated when he stopped me from moving, but it always added to the pleasure.

“Teyam, please!” I whine and hear him chuckle with a mouth full of pussy, the vibrations of his laugh making me tingle inside. He detaches his mouth from my sensitive nub, kissing the mound of my pussy, catching my attention while he continued thrusting his fingers in.

“You can’t come, my love, hold it until I tell you.” He stated knowing damn well I was getting there.

“Can’t,”

“You will. Only good girls get to come.” He commands and I roll my eyes while managing to meet my thrusts with his fingers. He’s really making my mind work when he talks in both languages.

“You sure you wanna do that?” He asks not bothering to stop me as I defiantly bounce on his fingers.

“I do what I want. I take what I want. And I want to come,” I stated bossily while continuing to enjoy the pleasure his fingers were bringing me as he thrusted back.

“Is that so?” He asks with a raised brow.

“M’ coming,” I tip myself past the edge just to have him yank his fingers out of my cunt, watching it clench around nothing, my orgasm unsatisfactory. I grunt at the loss of his fingers and sit on my elbows to look at him.

“What the fuck was that!” I yelled at him.

“You fail to realize that I’m in charge here, my love.” He takes his own tewng off, tossing it to the side, his cock standing at attention. My mouth waters at the sight and he smirks.

“Wanna taste, yawne?” He asks and I nod absentmindedly, completely forgetting about my ruined orgasm, watching him pump himself a couple times with the fingers covered in my slick.

“Fuck baby, come put your mouth on me,” He moans and I’m quick to sit on my knees, hands twitching to touch his length again, and once I do I can feel the warmth and heft of it again, my mouth immediately going for the head, not bothering to listen to his instructions.

“Shit, missed this dick huh?” He asks and I could only respond by taking him deeper into my throat, letting him slide down easily, my hands working on the rest of him that would not fit.

“That throat was made f’me.” He asks as his hand rests on the back of my head, not bothering to push my head in at all, just resting it there.

“Fuck!” He growls and thrusts lightly into my throat, my mouth backing off of him, as my tears were blurring everything again.

“M’sorry baby, got carried away,” He apologizes and leans down to kiss my head.

“Can you fuck me now?” I asked him and blinked the tears away, letting them slide down my face.

“Are you okay with that?” He asks and I nod without hesitation.

“Desperately,” I answered.

He leans down to kiss me passionately before picking me up completely, I squeal at the sudden shift in environment and could feel my back being pressed against something as one hand slides down toward my waist. He breaks the kiss and I could tell my back was against a tree as I look up and see the giant leaves sprouting from the top.

“Are you certain?” He asks again, but the feeling of his thick hot cock resting between my wet pussy lips had me desperate.

“I’ve never been more certain before, my love,” I respond and he thins his lips quick, nodding, before placing the tip of his penis at my entrance, pushing it in slowly.

Having never felt his cock inside me before pretty much had this moment filled with euphoria, I yelp at the stretch and he stops, hand leaving my waist and touching my face gently.

“Does it hurt?” He asks with the sweetest concern.

“So big-“ I whine and feel tears pricking my eyes once more, this was completely different than Ao’nung, not that either one was better, they were each delicious in their own way. The curvature of Neteyam’s cock helped him fill out places Ao’nung hadn’t reached.

“Does it hurt.” He states again, gritting his teeth.

“Feels different,” I admit with a moan feeling the tears sliding down my face. “Feels good, want more-“

“Answer me the first time, small thing.” He flicks my nipple and it makes me arch my back at the sensation, grunting as my back pushes up the tree bark. He doesn’t waste time going in a bit faster knowing that I wasn’t hurt, I gasp at the sensation of his cock kissing my cervix earlier than Ao’nung’s does, but I felt full.

“Teyam, wait,” I place my palms on his chest and he stops regardless of not wanting to, I could see him looking down, eyes screwed shut at the feeling or at least I think they were shut as new tears replace the ones that had fallen.

“Shit, my love, you feel phenominal.” He moans loudly and gasp at the sound as he slowly ruts his hips in further.

“Wa-wanna see some-thing cra-zy?” I ask as I too can feel myself slipping.

“O-open y-your eyes,” I point down at the bump growing from my stomach, showcasing how big his penis was inside my smaller-by comparison- body.

“Oh shit,” He growls. “Imma fuckin torture you,” He spoke so deeply my pussy contracted at his words. “Yeah I knew you’d like that.” He grasps my hips as a means to hold on to me and starts gliding outward.

“Ahh~” I moan at the friction of his length rubbing my walls and he joins me, more tears forming at the glorious feeling.

“This feels amazing, ma’Y/n,” He moans by my ear as he slips it back in without warning, my body rocking with the force, feeling him bruise my cervix with the head of his penis.

“Please, Teyam!” I whine loudly and he nips at my ear lobe, making me yelp in surprise, he slips his cock out again and slams it back in.

“Take it, baby, take what I give you like a good girl, yeah?” He thrusts pretty quickly but the feeling of the repetitive motion as he abuses my cervix is incredible.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m close-“ I warn him and he just smirks, taking one of his hands from my hips and placing it up by my neck, my pussy clenching at the thought of him choking me, God I missed this so much.

“Come for me yawntu,” He mumbles as he squeezes the sides of my neck and I lose myself over his cock, screwing my eyes shut as I come over his cock.

“Fuck this feels better than what I imagined,” He groans while continuing to thrust into me and squeezing the sides of my neck.

“Wait, s’too much,” I whine after my orgasm had subsided and an ache replaced what had started to feel good.

“Come on baby, you’ve got another in you, I know you do.” He pants as he thrusts at the same speed, I catch him looking at my belly as he does so and I moan feeling dirty.

“O-o-one mo-more,” I agree and he smiles.

“Yeah baby, one more. This is too good, why didn’t we do this sooner?” He grunts and I reach my arm up to pull on his ear, he growls.

“Because y-you’re a p-prude,” I try joking and his face snaps up toward mine, seeing my tear stained cheeks no doubt, and bringing the hand that had been around my neck to hold my cheek, my head lolling to the side so my face rests in his palm.

“You always looked so pretty when you cried from my fingers tìyawn,” He whines as I caress one of his ears, my other hand taking his kuru in my hand and tugging it lightly, he hisses but I know he enjoys it.

“Where can I come?” He asks while grunting as he thrusts in, still managing to hold my waist with the hand that wasn’t on my cheek.

“In me, b-but,” I moan in between my words as he thrusts into me happily. “Kiss me, please.” I beg and he nods.

“Are you close?” He asks and I shake my head, so he dips the hand holding my waist down to rub circles on my clit while leaning in to kiss me. The friction of his cock grinding inside perfectly, the bark of the tree scratching my back, the heavy pressure of his fingers on my clit, and his deep kiss on my lips had made me come together with him.

I could feel the euphoria wash over me for a third time as we rode out our orgasms together. The warm spurts of come dripping down toward my butt and thighs, making a huge mess on my thighs as it slipped out, a small puddle formed from the drippings.

“Now what do we say?” Neteyam mutters while holding onto my hips, still connected inside me, I look over at him tiredly.

“Thank you for letting me come,” I smile and he kisses my forehead gently. Sliding me off of him and holding me against his chest.

“Was I too rough with you, my love?” He asks and I shake my head.

“Just right,” I admit tiredly as I lay my head on his chest, he steps closer to the lake again, sitting down and slowly sliding in, allowing us to glide into the water softly.

“Lets get you cleaned up, okay?” He kisses my temple as I nod my head.

“Will you be gentle, please?” I ask and the look in his face is somewhat shocked.

“Of course I will.” He reassures me.

“I love you, Neteyam.” I stated while placing my arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss his lips again. “And I miss you terribly.”

“I missed you as well, my love, and I will always treasure you. And all the times we spent together.” He settles me out of the water before getting himself out.

“Do I have to leave?” I pout showing my unhappiness at leaving.

“As much as it pains me, small thing, you have to. It’s about time you wake up to your husband.” He places his hand on my head and crinkles his nose like he always does, showing me a smile.

“I didn’t even thank you,” I stated.

“Thank me for what?” He asks me.

“For loving me even when the odds were against us.”

“I should be thanking you and him.”

“For what?” It was my turn to ask him and he ties my tewng back on as I stood in front of him.

“For allowing me this, for letting me see you, for letting me have you.” He responded while picking my shirt up and I automatically stuck my arms out as he slides it back on.

“Looks like you have to go back now.” He stated rather disappointed.

“Will I ever see you again?” I asked, rushing my words, not knowing how much time I had left with him and he just smiles.

“That depends on the two of you. You’re mated now, Eywa allows what the two of you agree upon.” He answers and I nod.

“I will try to see you again, I love you,”

“I love you too, my love.” He says while reaching out to cup my cheek. “Now wake up,” He says in a gentle voice and I hold on to his hand, smiling warmly as I slowly felt it disappear.

~~~~~

I could feel myself suddenly as if I was pushed back into my body without warning. The numbness on my limbs had me thinking I had fallen asleep at an awkward position but I was splayed out like a starfish. My eyelids felt too heavy to open but the bright light was a reminder to take my time before opening them or I’d shut them quickly and potentially fall asleep again.

It doesn’t take too long to move my head away from the sun that had been shining near my eyes. I could finally take the time to open them and find myself staring at the entrance with my husbands wet body stepping in, water droplets cascading down his body.

“Why are you wet?” I find myself asking him in a tired voice and he smiles as he sets his spear in a designated area, before coming over to me.

“Fishing,” He responded simply but goes over toward me and helps me sit up.

“What time is it?” I asked him.

“The sun has passed its zenith, getting close to dinner time.” He replies with a smile.

“Why do I feel so tired?” I asked him with a big sigh, how could I have slept so long and still feel like garbage?

“Thats how we feel sometimes after our visit to the cove of ancestors.” He reassures me.

“I was supposed to help Neytiri and Kiri today,” I suddenly remembered and felt guilty for having slept through it all.

“I’m sure they weren’t bothered by your absence, the couple aren’t typically seen that often a week into their union.” He smiles, blushing slightly at that information.

“People think I’ve been home all day getting fucked?”

“Well, you have been.” He states with a matter-of-fact manner. I make a face at what he says and suddenly feel the guilt start to consume me.

“No no, don’t let your mind go there, ma’tìyawn.” He is quick to embrace me, pulling me close to his chest, and his smell had started to help calm me.

“I just-“

“Shh,” He states gently and I nod.

“I’m sorry-“

“That defeats the purpose of me shushing you, ma’Y/n,” He chuckles a bit and it puts a smile on my face.

[losfacedevil]

I Got You Babe // JMK

a/n~ This is one singular thought process I’ve attacked both @wideminded-dreamer and @stardustvanfleet at length this week, one I keep coming back to. Also I blame @rhythm-of-space for this too - some of your thought processes conjure ideas! I love you all 😘

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI - FINGERING (F RECEIVING), HAND JOB, MUTUAL MASTURBATION

Josh was thrilled to find you curled up on the couch, tucked securely under one of his favorite blankets. There was something in the way you bit at the skin on the side of your thumb, clearly lost in thought as a comfort movie you had no intentions of watching played across the television screen. There was something endearing about the way you sat so, lost in thought and vulnerable, that caused his heart to swell as he made his way over to you.

He placed his hand on your head, scratching lightly at your scalp as he rounded the side of the couch and plopped down next to you. Your eyes took a minute to refocus as he shook you out of your thoughts, bringing you back down to Earth with the gentle touch against your head. A soft smile caressed your lips as you turned to him and and leaned over, running the tip of your nose along the length of his cheek.

“You smell so good.” You mumbled, slowly getting lost in the scent of his body wash and shampoo that was enveloping your senses. Josh let his arm fall down around your waist, digging his fingers gently in to the flesh of your stomach as he pulled you even closer to him. His eyes fluttered shut as you pressed a series of soft kisses against his jawline, pulling a soft and contented sigh from his chest.

“How was your day, Pumpkin?” You cooed, leaning back from him a bit to raise your arm and began to wind his damp curls around your finger. He let his thumb dance over the warm skin of your side as he began to relax into your touch and a soft smile spread across his lips.

“Well, Jake almost caught a right hook to his head but, it was okay I guess.” You rolled your eyes, leaning forward to press a soft kiss against the shaved side of his head, the prickle of the regrowth against your lips sending a shockwave through your body.

“A right hook, you can’t even kill the centipedes that live in the bathroom and you’re gonna whack your brother in the head?” You giggled, pressing the palm of your hand against the slowly growing puffball of hair you were playing with. A soft gasp escaped his chest as he reached up and began trying to fluff his hair back up.

“My hair!” He whined, pushing his bottom lip out in a pout as he trained his big brown eyes on yours. You couldn’t help the continued giggles as he scrunched up his nose at the sensation of your hand tapping against the back of his, scolding him for interrupting your hair play.

“It looks great.” You teased, running your finger down the length of his nose. He pushed his lips out, gently placing a kiss to the palm of your hand. You turned your focus to his face, resting the palm of your hand against his cheek and rubbed the side of your thumb along his cheek bone. He leaned into the gentle caresses, reveling in the soft shivers that danced up his spine and raised goosebumps on his extremities.

His eyes fluttered shut as you began to trace your fingertips over his face. He hummed gently as you swiped your thumb across his lips, the corners quirking up into a soft smile as you placed a kiss to them. He tugged against your side with the hand that was gently caressing your skin, a silent command to move.

You knew this song and dance all too well and broke away from his grasp to stand. His smile grew wider as he slithered down the arm of the couch, laying his body fully across it. You kicked off your slippers and gently slotted your leg between his, resting your hands against his shoulders as you slotted your other leg safely between his and lowered yourself down on top of him.

A huff of breath escaped him quickly at the added weight to his body, one he covered with a hard swallow and a shuddering chuckle.

“Sorry.” You muttered, pushing your bottom lip out as you laid your arm across his chest and rested your chin against it. His eyes fluttered shut once more, your added weight something he truly appreciated as the anxious knots in his muscles began to dissipate. Nervous giggles bubbled up in his chest and he shook his head gently, letting his fingers start to dance down the expanse of your back.

Josh sighed contentedly as he reached down for the arm you had hanging off of the side of the couch and wrapped his fingers around your wrist; pulling your hand up to his face. Running the ice cold tip of his nose along each of your fingers before pressing the softest kiss to your palm and moving your hand to rest against his cheek. He nuzzled his face against your hand, the soft indent of his scar causing your lips to turn up into a soft smile.

“None of this sorry business.” He cooed, his voice light as the coil of anxiety that had been sitting high in his chest unraveled. You removed your hand from his cheek in favor of tracing the tip of your finger over the outer edge of his lips, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you did.

Josh trained his eyes on your face, watching the way your eyes would widen slightly every time you traced over his cupids bow, taking a couple of extra seconds to swipe over it more than once. He gripped your ass gently, using the leverage from it to push your face closer to his. A smile spread across your face as you cupped your hand around his chin and captured his lips with yours.

You slid your body over his, tucking your body between his and the back of the couch and opened your mouth to his eager tongue, swiping gently across your bottom lip begging for entrance. He groaned into the kiss, the intimacy of it something you didn’t often share and instead saved for the nights you could get lost in each other.

He pulled his hand forward and pressed it gently against your stomach, trailing it up and under the shirt you wore. He continued his exploration of your mouth with his tongue, soft noises slipping from him in an almost melodic tone as he gently cupped your breast in his hand.

Josh knew your body like the back of his hand and took the soft sigh that escaped you as a good sign as he took your taut nipple between his fingers and squeezed. Your back arched into his touch, breaking the searing kiss you shared as you threw your head back at the sudden sensation.

He chuckled lightly and rested his hand against your chest, rubbing his thumb gently over the taut bud. Your breath caught in your throat as he played with your breast - something he knew would turn you to putty in his hands. He pressed soft kisses to the underside of your chin, slowly working his way down your neck.

“Josh, please.” Your words came out on a sighed breath, swallowing thickly against the lump of arousal stuck in your throat. Boyish giggles slipped past his lips, giggles you knew meant you were in for it. His hand slid agonizingly slow down your stomach and came to rest on the waistband of your sweats. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes finding yours and with a gentle nod of your head he plunged his hand down under your waistband.

His eyes fluttered shut and he let his head fall to the side, pressing his cheek up against your forehead. The way he moved his fingers could be described as expert level as he slid his middle finger through your folds. He groaned slightly at just how wet you were, collecting the slick on the tip of his finger and slowly brought it back up to tease circles around your clit.

You focused on your breathing, trying to keep yourself from getting lost in the feeling of his fingers on you. He began to alternate where his fingers worked, sliding slowly down to your entrance, no longer in a teasing mood as he pressed his middle finger into you. The soft noises that escaped you mixed with the feeling of your warm breath against his neck enough to egg him on.

“You like that don’t you, Sunny girl? Like how my fingers feel buried in you?” The whimper that escaped you at the slip of the pet name was all the answer he needed as he pulled his hand back and added another finger, pressing both into you at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Please.” Was all you could muster as he began to quicken his pace and used the heel of his hand to apply just enough pressure to your clit. Your breath catching in your throat as your walls clenched around his fingers, signaling him to just how tight the coil that sat in your stomach was.

Your hand had gravitated towards his erection, slowly petting him through the thin material of the boxer shorts he had slipped on after his shower. Your mind clouded with the feeling of his hand against you as you fumbled with the material and slowly slid his erect dick out.

“Shit.” His grip on your hip tightened, and his hand began to move even quicker as he realized what you were intending. You stroked him at the same pace his hand was moving, not giving him any time to adjust to the sensations and surge of arousal that flooded his senses.

You couldn’t help the giggles that slipped past your lips as his dick twitched in your grasp, an indicator that he was neither prepared nor would he last long if you kept up the pace you had set. He turned his head slightly, pressing a series of kisses against your forehead as your breathing sped up and a soft whine of his name slipped past your lips as your orgasm crashed around you.

Removing his hand from your pants he slowly placed it around your own, quickening the pace of your hand to one you wouldn’t be able to hold on your own. Burying your face in the crook of his neck you attached your lips to the sweat sheened skin, nipping and sucking what you knew would be a deep purple bruise by the morning into his skin.

It wasn’t long before your name was toppling from his lips, the undeniable warmth of his seed spreading down your hand as he his chest rose and fell in quick succession. His chest heaved as you pulled your head up from its resting place and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

You pushed yourself into a seated position on his thighs and leaned over, snatching the box of Kleenex off of the side table that sat by the couch. Josh’s cheeks were flushed the softest shade of pink as he watched you carefully pluck a few tissues from the box to clean up with. He held his clean hand out for the box, eyebrows raised as you ignored him and kept your focus on wiping down the side of your hand.

“I need tissues too, Sunshine.” He chuckled, making a grabby hand motion in your direction. You turned your head in his direction, and with the softest smile on your face you plucked a few more tissues from the box and gently wiped his hand clean.

“I’ll be back.” You singsonged, leaning forward you pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose before sliding off of his thighs and walked away. A sigh slipped past Josh’s lips as he reached up and ran a hand down the length of his face, trying to get his bearings.

You made your way back into the living room quickly and placed two water bottles down on the coffee table before laying back where you had originally been. His eyes had seemed to of glossed over, lost in thought as you rested your arm back across his chest and your chin down against it once more.

“It’s okay, you know, right? Not every time we’re intimate has to be some big thing, right?” You cooed, reaching up to cup his cheek in your hand. He nodded gently, still lost in thought but focusing back on your eyes well.

“But..” His fingers began to trace over your lower back again. You shook your head gently, pressing a finger to his lips to quiet him.

“Shh. It’s just as fun when it’s short, sweet and to the point.”

You had began to slowly trace your fingertips over his facial features, dragging your finger down his nose and across his mustache. His eyes began to flutter every time you’d pull your finger against his cheeks, slowly dragging him down into the realm of sleep. His eyes bore into you intently, watching your sleepy eyes as you began to softly trace over his lips once more. Moving slightly you leaned up against your arm, delivering the softest of butterfly kisses to his cheek as you softly traced the line of his jaw.

His breathing began to shallow and even out, his eyes fluttering shut as he let sleep win. Reaching up you gently danced your fingers across his lashes, causing him to scrunch up his nose a bit in his sleep. A sleepy giggle escaped you as you pressed one last kiss to his jaw before tucking your face into the crook of his neck and fell into a peaceful sleep.

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[eternalmx]

Happy Birthday | Im Changkyun

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🥀 warnings : smut / dirty talk.

[1:26pm] “So….what do you want for your birthday?” She asked Changkyun, and she ran her hands through the wet strands of his hair, as the water from the shower was hitting his back, shielding her from most of it.

“You’re asking me this now? My birthday’s tomorrow baby” he asked with an eyebrow raised towards her. She playfully hit his shoulder in response as a small laugh escaped her lips.

“You’re asking me this now? My birthday’s tomorrow baby” he asked with an eyebrow raised towards her. She playfully hit his shoulder in response as a small laugh escaped her lips.

“Yes I know that! You’re insane to believe I’ve forgotten the day my best friend was born. I’m asking you now because I want you to have a good day tomorrow.” she spoke softly, as he turned her by her shoulders so her back was to him. He squeezed some shampoo into his large hand and began lathering it up.

“Yes I know that! You’re insane to believe I’ve forgotten the day my best friend was born. I’m asking you now because I want you to have a good day tomorrow.” she spoke softly, as he turned her by her shoulders so her back was to him. He squeezed some shampoo into his large hand and began lathering it up.

“Yes I know that! You’re insane to believe I’ve forgotten the day my best friend was born. I’m asking you now because I want you to have a good day tomorrow.” she spoke softly, as he turned her by her shoulders so her back was to him. He squeezed some shampoo into his large hand and began lathering it up.

“I’ve got everything I want and she’s about to have soap in her eyes if she doesn’t close them” Changkyun said. His large hands began rubbing shampoo into her scalp, his hands moving in a circular motion, a small moan escaped her.

“Can you be serious for a moment? Please?” she said to him, as he began helping rinse off the shampoo.

“Okay. For my birthday I want….” He trailed off, pretends to think about what he was planning to say. “You. I want you for my birthday..” he said, her breath caught as his hands slowly wrapped around her, his fingers lightly grazing back and forth against the soft skin of her stomach.

“You already have me” she said, breathlessly as his hand dipped lower.

“I do, don’t I?” Changkyun whispered, his hot breath, setting off goosebumps all over her. “But I’m thinking, I want you…” his hand trails lover, slipping between her wet folds, “here. I want to feel how wet you get for me, when I keep you on edge all day and then when I get home and finally have my way with you, I want to feel how tightly you wrap around me.” Changkyun began rubbing slow circles on her clit. Her head falling back onto his shoulder and his arms wrapped around her, keeping her balanced.

“Kyun” she moaned softly, hips bucking into his hand.

“And I want to here all the precious sounds you make when I make you come. Want to here you moan my name, maybe yell it a little yeah? So everyone who hears knows you belong to me and how good I’m making you feel, while my cock is buried deep between these thighs” he whispered harshly. Nipping at her neck, as his free hand slowly descended and gripped the front of her thigh roughly.

“Please” she said in a whisper, as she felt her stomach tighten, her small hand wrapping around is wrist so she can rock her hips against his hand for more friction.

“Please what? Use your words baby” he said, nipping at her ear as her breathing got heavier.

“Please let me come” she moaned out, as her legs began to shake, she felt Changkyun’s cock, poking her backside, a groan escaped him as she grinned up against him.

“And after a few rounds, when your exhausted, my cum leaking down your leg, and sore from taking me, you’re going to give me one more, and I’m going to take you from behind, and bury my cock so deep inside you, you’re going to feel me inside you for a week.” His dirty words lite a fire inside her stomach, her high washing over, as he rubbed her clit through it. His hand slowed, rubbing light circles on her clit, milking out her climax as she moaned his name repeatedly, almost like a chant.

Changkyun finished washing both of them up. Taking his sweet time on her sensitive places, making sure to be gentle with her. Her eyes still closed as the warm water cascaded down her body, as Changkyun made his way back up, her kissed her along her torso. Teasingly nipping at her breast, taking his time to leave a mark on one, as she moaned out his name, grabbing him by his hair. His lips crashed onto hers, his hand wrapping gently a rougher, to cup the back of her head, his other hand holding hip tightly so she was flushed again standing his naked body.

“So what do you say babe? Tomorrow? “ he asked, giving her his signature cocky grin.

[athenadione]

deals and desire (we’re playing with fire)

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Rated: T (Harry Potter AU)

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The halls at Hogwarts are rambunctious during class changes, and Raven does her best to avoid most students while walking to her next lecture. For the most part, she succeeds, with the occasional Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff calling out to greet her. 

There’s chatter all around her with the excitement of the upcoming Yule Ball. Hufflepuffs bound around her with laughter, ignoring the groans of Griffyndors who are no doubt imagining the horrors of dressing up. One group of students in the hall is taking bets while another teases a younger Slytherin about asking a fellow girl to go with him. 

Raven keeps walking, her robes flowing behind her as ebony locks blow in the wind when she reaches the covered bridge. It’s snowing.

It’s the first snowfall of the year. 

There’s a ghost of a smile on her lips before they part, and she watches her breath materialize before her. Ivory fingers slip from beneath her robes, and she cups her hand, catching a few flakes. She doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to the snow. 

It had always been such a sharp contrast to home—fire and brimstone and blood-stained cloaks.

The air around her is silent and she watches them continue to fall, already beginning to cover the ground below. 

It captures the attention of others who walk outside with her. Tensing as the crowd grows, she withdraws her hand back inside her cloak, intent on walking across to the other side. Her next class starts soon, Advanced Potions with Snape. It wouldn’t be good to be late. 

Another sharp gust of wind catches in her hair and she suppresses a shiver, feeling goosebumps rise on her flesh beneath her robes. 

“Bloody hell, Raven, did you not hear the announcements yesterday about the weather?” 

The yell from across the bridge becomes rapidly closer, and Raven releases a sigh, able to recognize his voice from anywhere. Insufferable prat. Never mind the fact that no—she did not hear about the announcements yesterday about the weather. She’d been nose-deep in a book instead, but he doesn’t need to know that.  

“Honestly, Damian, I don’t have time for this. I’m going to be late—”

Raven turns on her heel, only to run straight into his chest. Barely managing to keep hold of the books in her arms, she finds herself unable to move when Damian traps her there. He takes his scarf in his hands and begins to wrap it snugly around her neck. The rough fabric brushes her nose and she gets a whiff of his expensive cologne. Some kind of earthy scent with a hint of spice. Ugh, why does he have to smell so good? 

“Don’t argue with me Raven, you could catch a cold walking out here without proper wear. You need to take care of yourself.” 

Feeling her cheeks growing red from more than just the cold, her eyes also widen when he takes off his beanie to place it on her head. Words of refusal catch in her throat as Wayne shakes his hair to rid the indentions, and unruly curls pile over his brows into his lashes. 

“Really, as a prefect you should be more responsible. Who would take your place if you get sick? Luna? You and I both know that would be a disaster.” 

The warmth of his beanie seeps into her scalp and the tips of her ears when he places it on her head. She blushes even further as he takes time to brush a stray hair out of her face. 

When emerald eyes peer into hers with expectation, she clears her throat, feigning irritation, “I’m not going to get sick, Damian, and besides I don’t see how this is any of your business.” 

Damian raises a brow, undeterred as snowflakes begin to fall into his hair. 

“As your colleague, I have an interest in your health. I’m not going to keep up with your prefect duties, and don’t you need all the time you can get to finish your application for the internship at the Ministry?” 

“Well yes but—wait how do you know about—”

“No excuses Ravenclaw, and you have…” Damian glances down at his watch, “less than five minutes to get across campus to make it to class.” 

“You’re an insufferable arse—”

“Four minutes, better hurry,” he flashes her a grin. 

Raven curses, not bothering to look back at him as she rushes in the opposite direction. 

Snape doesn’t tolerate tardiness. 

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Raven still has the beanie after class and she hates how warm it is. 

She sheds the scarf shortly after class starts, with it being a hazard to potion making and all, but can’t bring herself to take off his beanie. 

That smell, his smell, has forever enraptured her senses. 

It distracts her the entire class, to the point that she accidentally picks up dried mallowsweet instead of dittany leaves for her Wiggenweld potion. Thank the gods Jinx catches her before she drops the ingredient into their cauldron. The mouthy Slytherin has more than a few choice words for her almost costly mistake. 

Raven, of course, is grateful despite the word-lashing. 

She can’t afford to fail any classes now that she’s getting ready to submit her application to the Ministry. Which reminds her that she needs to fill out the reference page next. Surely Professor McGonagall will agree to write one.  

She makes a mental note to ask during her office hours later in the week. 

Raven climbs the remaining stairs leading to the common room. As prefect she gets her own room, and it’s the greatest. She had made a small reading nook in the corner, right next to the window that overlooks the entire courtyard. And it’ll be the perfect spot to watch the snow. 

When she reaches the top, the bronze eagle knocker is already waiting. 

“Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust. What am I?” 

She shoulders her books onto her hip while she thinks. Then she gives the eagle a victorious smirk, “An icicle.” 

The eagle answers with a grinding noise while the lock turns. Then the door swivels open, and Raven steps inside. 

The waft of an amber and cinnamon candle hits her first, lightly covering the scent of incense and old books. She takes a deep breath, relishing in the way that it immediately soothes her. 

“Green and blue, they make a beautiful hue. Like the sea.”

Raven sighs and snags the beanie from her head. No reason to keep it on now that she’s inside. 

“Hey Luna,” Raven says, ignoring her previous statement. 

“I see more green in your future. Birds of a feather, stick together, through the weather.” 

Raven blinks, then snorts, “Cute. Speaking of the weather, have you seen the snow? It started falling right after lunch.” 

“Oh yes, very magical,” Luna lets out a dainty sigh, “there’s nothing like a snowfall at Hogwarts. Look—” she points out towards one of the glass windows in the common room, “the spirits have come to play. Such mischievous beings,” she says as her shoulders shake with mirth.

Raven turns in the direction Luna points, finding nothing but a blast of wind. It doesn’t phase her though. Luna’s unique ability allows her to see things that the average witch can’t, herself included. 

“And I’m sure they’re having the best time,” Raven throws a small smile at Luna, then nods politely as she walks towards her room. The rest of the way is silent, which she’s grateful for. 

She opens the door to her dormitory, places her books on her desk, and plops into the oversized papasan chair with a final sigh of relief. Beside her, the snow continues to fall in earnest outside the window. Its display across the courtyard is nothing short of grandeur. 

She kicks off her boots and waves a silent spell to light the nearest candle. Soon after the smell of peppermint fills the room and she breathes in deep, relishing in her safe space. In here there’s no one to pry, no one to question her attendance here because of her heritage. It’s just her, and whoever she wants to be at this moment. 

And right now she just wants to fall asleep reading and watching the snow, and it’s exactly what she plans to do. Until she spots Damian’s beanie on top of her books, bringing with it a conglomeration of emotions that Raven tries, and fails, to shut out. 

She can admit that there’s something between them. Just out of arm’s reach, and if she’d just be brave enough to stretch for it…

But she can’t, even if she wants to. There are a number of reasons why it’s a bad idea. The first is her reputation. Even if she’d never been a Death Eater, she's still the daughter of one. Associating with Damian Wayne, his name of which is very well-known in the wizarding world for helping defeat you know who  would be disastrous. A scandal even. Raven had previously thought she’d come to terms with it all—the knowledge that because of her father, there are so many doors that will never open. That being allowed to attend Hogwarts is a dream she’d never thought possible, and that it might be the only good thing to come from everything that had happened. 

Before her first day here she was ready, had sharpened her proverbial sword, and was prepared for the backlash.  

She’d never been prepared for the young Slytherin with dark, unruly curls and emerald eyes to introduce himself to her first. Or the smile greeting her that had taken her completely by surprise—confident and steady. 

She hadn’t been ready for Damian Wayne at all. 

Even now, years later, she’s not ready for the door that he doesn’t realize he’s trying to open. His hand is on the handle, already turning, and Raven really, really, wants him to. 

For once in her life, she wants to see that door open. 

But Trigon had already branded and sealed her fate years ago. 

Raven sighs, tearing her eyes away from the beanie while simultaneously banishing the boy who owns it from her thoughts. She’d have to see him again on prefect patrol tonight, but for now, she’s going to watch the snowfall and focus on the doors that she can open. Like the application to the Ministry that Professor McGonagall personally orchestrated for her as headmistress. 

Demons like her don’t deserve to dream of something more. 

Her eyelids begin to droop as she looks out her window, curled up in her chair under a blanket, and she slowly falls into a dreamless sleep. 

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Damian’s already waiting for her in the great hall when they meet for patrol. When Raven reaches him she practically shoves his beanie at his chest, “Here, you can have this back now that we’re not outside anymore,” she tells him. 

He looks down at her, brows furrowed, before he pushes it back into her hands, “Keep it. I have a million more back in my dorm. Besides, who else is going to make sure you stay warm on the way to class?” 

“No one, and especially not you. I’m no one’s responsibility,” she huffs. 

Damian flashes her a look of irritation, “You’re not a responsibility, Raven, you’re a friend. Suck it up and take the beanie, or I’ll just keep bringing you more if I see you walking around without one.” 

Raven stares at him, then acquiesces, “Fine, I’ll keep this one—but don’t expect me to say thank you for harassing me into this.” 

“You’re welcome,” Damian gives her a light smirk, then gestures towards the staircase, “Now shall we get started? I’m pretty sure I heard some giggling earlier, probably those fifth years again.” 

“Again?” Raven sighs, pulling out her wand, “Better start with Lumos.” 

“Good idea.” 

They walk up the stairs in silence for a few minutes, both listening for the sound of footsteps. Sneaking out after hours has always been an appeal for students since the dawn of time. With the ball coming up, however, the mischievous antics have seemed to increase tenfold. The fifth years they caught making out in a dark corner last night is unfortunately just the tip of the iceberg. 

When they both enchant their spell, Raven can’t help but notice the way that the light of Damian’s wand bounces off the wall next to them and reflects onto his face. It highlights the angular shape of his cheekbones and gives his starking green eyes an ethereal glow. When he turns to look back at her she feigns nonchalance and waves her wand forward as it casts the hallway in a warm glow. 

“Looks like if they were here they’re long gone now,” Raven says as they turn a corner. 

Damian hums in agreement. “You know tomorrow is the last Quidditch game before the semester is over. We’re playing Griffyndor, are you going to watch?” he asks. 

Raven shrugs non-committedly, “Maybe, although reading in my room under a blanket sounds like more fun.” 

“Oh come on,” Damian turns to her fully, stopping her in the middle of the hallway, “You have to come. Whoever wins tomorrow takes the Quidditch Cup. Don’t you want to support your fellow prefect?” 

She rolls her eyes, “Since when do you care that I come to your game? I haven’t been to one all year.” 

“Well I haven’t asked before because I know you don’t like the cold, but this is the last game, the championship game, and I’ll feel better if you come,” he admits. 

Raven turns her head to cover the light dusting of pink heating up her cheeks because OhMyGodsHeKnowsIDon’tLikeTheColdAndHeGaveMeHisBeanieWithoutASecondThought.

“I don’t see how me being there will make you feel better, or even help you win,” she says, shoving down her initial embarrassment.  

“Does there have to be a reason why? I want you to be there, you can be my good luck charm. I promise I’ll make it worth your while,” he says smoothly with a smirk growing on his face. 

“Oh yeah? How so?” she asks sarcastically and starts to patrol once more.  

“How about a wager if you come watch me play?”

That stops in her tracks. Then she turns to him fully, until they’re face to face. The warm glow from their wands cast a more intimate light around them as they look at each other. Raven has to tilt her chin up to look him in his eyes, just to see that they’re filled with something dangerous. It sends a shiver down her spine. 

“Okay, I’m listening,” she pretends to pick at a piece of lint on her uniform. 

Damian’s smile turns wicked, “If Slytherin loses then I’ll owe you a favor. Any favor you choose. Anytime. And I have to do it, no matter what.” 

It sounds like a trap, and if she knows Damian, then she knows that he definitely has something up his sleeve. She might be a demon, but he’s the devil. Cunning and devious and sinfully attractive . 

And she’s about to make a deal with him. 

“And if you win, then what do you want?” 

His eyes darken in satisfaction, and it lights a fire in her lower abdomen. She tightens her hold on her wand as his tongue darts out to lick his lips before speaking. 

“If I win, I want a date to the Yule Ball.” 

The words no way are immediately on her lips, ready to be spoken, but at the last second, she stops herself. A date to the ball is a small price to pay for the chance for a favor from Damian Wayne, who’s family most definitely has the influence to help her get the internship at the Ministry. So what if there’s a part of her that wants to go with him? Even more importantly, he wants to go to the ball with her, and there’s another part of her that’s thrilled by that. 

“Deal,” she says, “I’ll come to the game tomorrow, and if you win then I’ll go to the ball with you. But if I win , then you’re going to help me write my essay for my application.”

“Deal. See you tomorrow then, Raven. Don’t forget to wear my scarf too,” he says playfully. 

Raven rolls her eyes. “Oh bugger off you prat. Let’s hurry up and finish, I’m knackered. I had to do room inspections early this morning before class.” 

“Right, one more hallway,” Damian replies, leading the way back to where they started. 

The new swagger in his step as he walks away doesn't escape her notice one bit. 

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It’s the first time she’s attended a Quidditch game since…well since her first day at Hogwarts. Back when she was still under the magnifying glass of the public eye and had not so subtly been run out of the stands. 

This time it’s different. Most are polite, with the occasional glare or two from families who had been affected the most by Voldemort’s short reign. After a decade though, the retaliations have seemed to settle down. Now she can enjoy the Quidditch game in the stands without any fear for her life. 

Last night the snow turned into sleet, so each step under her boots is accompanied by the loud crunch of ice. She shoves her hands into the pockets of her thickest cloak, thankful that she listened to Damian and had decided to wear both the scarf and beanie again. At the very least she’ll fit in with the rest of Slytherin, who’ve already started their gimmicks in the stands against the Gryffindors. 

She can see each puff of breath as she continues the arduous walk through the ice, grumbling to herself about how magic exists for a reason and at the very least someone could have shoveled the sidewalk. Then she casts a silent heating charm around her hands, relieved at the immediate warmth filling her pockets. 

Finding a spot in the stands is more difficult than she thought, and after a couple of minutes of searching, she has half a mind to turn back around completely. She’ll just tell Damian later that their bet is off when she hears a familiar voice call out over the rest. 

“Hey, Ravenclaw, where ya goin’?” 

Raven turns to find Jinx a couple of rows high, smiling big and cat-like. She shoves her way through the crowd to reach her, then tugs on her arm, “You can’t just stand there and wait for people to move, you have to make room yourself,” she says, pushing back through to her row. Jinx barks at the few people who don’t move to get out of the way, making quick work of the path back up. 

“You’re a lifesaver,” Raven tells her when they get settled. 

“Yeah, yeah, you can make it up to me by not fucking up our next potion’s class. Why’re you here anyway? I’ve never seen you at a Quidditch game before.” 

Raven bites her lip before deciding to tell her the truth, “Damian asked me to come watch him play.” 

“Are you serious?” Jinx raises her brows and snorts, “That’s hilarious. Pansy is going to be pissed. She’s been bragging for months about how her family is trying to negotiate a marriage contract with Wayne.” 

“They still do those?” Raven asks, befuddled while declining whatever mysterious liquid Jinx offers from her flask. 

“Yeah, the purebloods do. Last I heard the Wayne’s weren’t very receptive though. I’m sure Damian’s determined to make his own choices,” Jinx flashes her a look from the side. 

“You can’t tell anyone, I don’t want to cause Damian or anyone else any trouble. Just being here is enough to get people talking,” Raven says. 

“So what? Fuck ‘em,” Jinx takes a small swig from her bottle, “Most people here don’t have anything better to do than talk anyway. They don’t know shite about the real world and probably never will.”

Raven admires Jinx’s blas é outlook on life. Her indifference gives her a confidence that shows in her stance, not caring about what anyone thinks about her or anything else for that matter. While it’s an attitude that Raven has yearned for herself, she knows that there’s also repercussions to not caring about the world or anyone in it. For her the consequences are astronomical. 

“Maybe not, but their families have real influence over my life, and I’d rather not get caught in the middle of another political war.” 

“Fair enough,” Jinx shrugs, “I won’t say anything if that makes you feel better.” 

“Thank you.” 

There’s a short pause, then Jinx asks, “Soo, you haven’t seen Wayne in a uniform yet have you?” 

“No?” Raven asks, uncertain by the motive behind her question. 

Jinx’s mischievous grin is back on her face as she takes yet another sip from her flask. “Oh, you’re in for a real treat. Just wait, they’re supposed to start in a few minutes.” 

Raven gives her a look, one that she hopes shows her irritation, as they wait. Everyone else seems to quiet down too, anticipating their entrance. 

When they come out, Raven has to physically stop herself from dropping her jaw. Dear gods. Damian’s tight uniform long-sleeve shirt clings to the muscles of his arms and his chest. His trousers hug his body like it’s a second skin. The roar of all the cheering around her can’t distract her from the way he glides through the air on his broom—like flying is second nature. The way his gloved fingers grip the handle ignites something inside of her, and she flushes. 

Damian flies around in a circle around the stadium, and their eyes meet when he passes their stand. He flashes her a smile and then winks, and Raven’s surprised that she doesn’t just melt into a puddle right there on the spot. She offers a small wave and smile of her own in return, just before he moves on. 

“Hot right?” Jinx elbows her in the middle and Raven scowls, saying nothing. She crosses her arms and watches the rest of the players fly in. 

Beside her Jinx screams when the commentator introduces the Slytherins. Damian’s name is called last as the seeker. Raven knows the basics of Quidditch, and that it means that he’ll be spending the entirety of the game trying to find the snitch. 

The game is surprisingly engaging, and towards the end Raven finds herself standing on her feet, leaning towards the field. The two teams are neck and neck, and Gryffindor scores with under a minute left. 

Just when it looks like Gryffindor is going to win, Damian comes hurling down in the middle of the field. He crashes in the ice-covered dirt, and everyone is dead silent as he rolls to a stop. Then he throws his arm in the air, revealing the snitch captured in his hand. 

The commentator blares through the speaker a moment later, announcing Slytherin as the champion. 

Raven laughs in disbelief as the crowd around her storms the field. She can’t believe he managed to pull off a win like that. Then her heart drops into her stomach as reality sets in. She has to go to the Yule Ball with Damian Wayne, and she doesn’t even own a dress. 

Looks like she has some shopping to do. 

She thinks about waiting around to congratulate Damian, but the swarm around him and the rest of the team is growing rapidly. It’s fun to watch for a minute as everyone jumps up and down around him, patting him on the back as he raises the Quidditch Cup in the air. The toothy grin on his face warms her in a way that her charms never will.  

Eventually, she turns away to make the trek back to her dorm. 

It’s much colder now as the sun is beginning to set, and more slippery too. Unfortunately, her combat boots only help so much. She’s about a half mile out when one step slides against a particularly slick piece of ice. She loses her balance, and prepares to fall when a hand grips her elbow to help steady her. 

“I’m going to have to follow you around everywhere to make sure you’re taken care of aren’t I?” 

Raven turns in shock to see Damian behind her, easing her back onto both feet, “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be celebrating your big win?” she asks instead of answering his question. 

“I wanted to thank my good luck charm for coming to my game, and to make sure she doesn’t back out of our bet,” he says with a tease, appraising her clothes. She can see the approval in his gaze to see her wearing his attire. It makes her feel a bit weak in the knees, but she decides to blame that on the ice. 

“Don’t worry, I don’t have any intentions of backing out. I’m a witch of my word,” she says. It’s one of the only things she has. “I’ll have to take a trip to Hogsmeade for a dress though.”

“Get a green one,” he says quickly, “You look good in green.” 

“Noted,” she replies, sending him a smirk, “You know if we show up at the ball together people will talk? I don’t exactly have the best reputation around here.” 

Damian shrugs, “You’re not your father, and people will eventually see that.” He starts walking with her, and Raven is highly aware that he has not let go of her elbow. 

“Well, you may be the only one,” she quips back. 

“All the better, then I can keep you all to myself,” his grin is bordering on cocky, like he has a special secret that no one else knows. Raven chokes back on a retort, unable to hold back the flush at the back of her neck. It’s a good thing she covered up with his scarf. 

Then she sighs, “Damian, you know it’s going to be more than just talking. People are going to come for me when they see us together. Some will probably try to ruin whatever chances I have of a future.” 

He’s silent for a few minutes, the only sound around on their walk is the crunch of their boots on the ice. A light wind breezes between them, and Raven suppresses a shudder from the cold. Damian must notice, because he presses his side in closer to hers, sharing his warmth. 

“Raven, don’t you think it’s time to show everyone that they’re wrong about you? You shouldn’t have to hide anymore. I won’t let anyone bother you at the ball, I promise.” 

Raven chews the inside of her cheek, mulling over his words. For so long she’s been hypervigilant about everything she says or does, fearful of how some people will interpret her intentions. Maybe Damian’s right, and it’s time to stop running. How long will she let her father and his actions hang over her head? 

“I’ll hold you to that promise—but you’re buying my dress. If everyone’s going to be staring at us I might as well be the best looking one there.” 

Damian’s laugh echoes in the cold air, and Raven can feel his shoulders shake against her, “Deal,” he says. 

Raven promptly nods, and the rest of the walk back they talk about plans to go shopping next week. By the time they reach the entrance to Hogwarts Raven realizes that she’s no longer cold. 

She feels like Damian has just lit every part of her on fire. 

.

Raven is nervous when she reaches the top of the stairs. Below, the ball is in full swing, and Damian’s waiting for her. She wrings her gloved hands together, before swiping a ringlet from her pinned hair out of her line of vision. Then she places her hand at her chest, just above the sweetheart neckline of her sparkling emerald gown. The sheer, matching cape clasped around her neck feels a little tight. She takes a moment to rearrange it around her before letting it fall delicately around her shoulders and down her open back. 

She has half a mind to walk away, and she probably would if it hadn’t taken her all of two hours to get ready. That and the thought of disappointing Damian sends a pang through her chest. 

I can do this. Just a short walk down the stairs where the entirety of the student body can see her, and then she can pull Damian into a corner and hide the rest of the evening. She takes a deep breath and takes the bottom of her dress into her hands, lifting just an inch so that she doesn’t trip over her heeled feet. 

When she steps into the limelight she nearly grimaces as the chatter seems to die down all at once, all to stare at her. She can feel her heartbeat hard and fast in her chest, and her breaths are coming in short pants when she spots Damian at the bottom of the stairs. 

He looks…awestruck. It takes her by surprise, and it distracts her from the rest of the stares. She focuses on him, and his reassuring smile, and by the time she reaches him she’s not so nervous anymore. 

“You are stunning,” he says, reaching out for her to take his hand. She does, and he starts to lead them to a less-crowded area. 

“You’re looking handsome yourself,” she tells him. His black suit and robe must be tailored to his exact measurements, because it fits him perfectly. There’s not a hair out of place, and the Wayne insignia ring on his forefinger shines bright. He looks every part the eligible bachelor that Jinx says he is. 

“Thank you,” he says, pulling them into a corner that’s out of the foot traffic to give her a moment to collect herself. Raven takes the time to admire him fully, all the way down to his leather Santoni shoes. He’s so gorgeous he’s hard to look at. 

“And thank you for coming,” he murmurs somewhere close to her ear, his breath sending goosebumps rising on her arms. 

“Don’t thank me yet, I’m sure I’ll get you back for this somehow,” she teases, grinning at his snort. 

“And I look forward to that, but for now I’d love to show you off on the dance floor. Is that okay?” he asks, aware of her earlier unease. 

“As long as you’re leading because I have two left feet,” she says. 

“Deal,” he replies, taking her hand in his again, “I won’t let you fall Raven, you have my word.” 

“Good,” she says, allowing him to lead her to the dance floor. There’s still a lot of staring as they walk by, but for some reason it doesn’t bother her as much with her hand in Damian’s. 

The song starting is slower, and the dance is a simple waltz so she’s confident enough to not trip. Still, she relies heavily on Damian’s queue as he twirls them around. After a few minutes, she gets lost in the sparkle of his eyes and the way they hold her own. They dance for what feels like close to an hour, as one song blurs into another, but time doesn’t exist at this moment. They’re just wrapped up in each other, and everything else just fades away. 

Then he dips her, and the outline of his frame is encased in the glow from the chandelier above them. The sight of him is beautiful and breathtaking, and it’s everything she never knew she wanted. 

When he brings them back upright and the song ends, they’re nearly nose to nose. Something between them shifts, and Damian’s eyes dip lower from her eyes to her lips. His nose brushes against hers, almost lovingly. She’s certain that he’s about to kiss her, and she’s about to kiss him back, and that tonight is something she’ll never forget. 

Their lips are just about to meet when someone from behind her bumps into her side, and Raven tumbles over. Then Astoria Greengrass is in her face, babbling an apology just as the flute in her hand pours an unknown liquid over the front of Raven’s gown. 

Damian, true to his word, keeps her from falling, but Raven can’t find the words to thank him—too focused on what could have been. Now the moment is lost forever, and they both know it. 

“Oh my gods, I cannot believe how clumsy I’ve been,” Astoria fusses over Raven’s gown, “I am so sorry, truly, I’m completely mortified. Please, let me help you to the ladies room.” 

“No thank you,” she says, wrenching out of her grasp, “I’m perfectly fine going by myself, although I appreciate your offer.” 

“If you insist, but really it’s no trouble to tag along—”

“Again, thank you, but I’m really okay.” Raven takes a step backward, picking up on the malice blaring in Astoria’s aura. She’s about to escape from the scene entirely when Astoria seizes her wrist in a tight grip. 

Then Damian breaks her hold and pulls Astoria away from her. He growls something in her face that Raven can’t quite understand, but she doesn’t need to. The rage clear in his eyes tells her everything she needs to know. That what happened isn’t an accident, it’s sabotage. 

Damian sends Astoria scurrying off with a squeak of terror, but Raven is already turning away. The front of her dress is covered in something sticky and although it’ll only take a second to fix it with a spell she desperately needs a moment alone. 

Damian tries to talk to her, “Raven, I’m so sorry—” 

She cuts him off, not able to take another apology, especially from him, “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I’ll be right back okay?” 

“I’ll go with you.” 

“No,” she waves him off, “I promise it’ll just be a minute. Please, excuse me,” she rushes off, not waiting to hear his reply. Not able to stand there a second longer, because she had been so close to a dream she thought was too far out of reach. And then it had been taken from her. 

Raven pushes the door open to the bathroom, heels clacking on the linoleum. When she reaches the sink she takes hold of it with both hands and looks into the mirror. Her chest is heaving with panicked breaths and bites her lip to keep from sobbing. Her hair is askew from her dash from the dance floor, and her cape is hanging haphazardly over one shoulder. At least her makeup is still nice, and as long as she doesn’t cry her mascara should stay put. She focuses on the spill next, murmuring a few charms to clean it up after getting her breathing under control. 

She’s a few minutes away from deeming herself capable of going back out when one of the bathroom stalls opens. Pansy Parkinson walks out in a slinky black gown with a villainous smirk growing on her face as their eyes meet in the mirror. 

“It looks like you missed a spot, need some help?” she asks haughtily. 

“No thank you,” Raven ignores her in favor of soaping up her hands to wash, “I’m managing just fine.” 

“Actually I don’t think you are. Do you know how many people are vying for Damian’s attention? Compared to them you’re just a drop in the bucket.”

Raven stills, anger heating up her face, before continuing to wash her hands, “I think I’ll let Damian decide who he wants to give his attention to.” 

Pansy draws closer, “You might think this is just a game, but it’s not. You think what Astoria just did to you is bad? That’s just the beginning if you continue down this road. I’m only going to warn you once, demon. Stay away from Damian Wayne.” 

Her hands shake with thinly controlled rage as she washes the water off, which she knows Pansy assumes is fear from her smug smile. Raven takes the time to dry her hands before she turns back around and faces the Slytherin directly, “Trust me when I say I know all too well that this isn’t a game, but you don’t really know who I am. I’ve walked a very thin line to get where I am here at Hogwarts. I still walk that line. Every. Day.” She pauses to ensure she has Pansy’s full attention, “If you do anything to mess that up for me, I will have nothing left. And when I have nothing left, I’ll show you just how much of a demon I can be.” 

The color slowly drains from Pansy’s face, and Raven cocks her head innocently, “You’re looking a little pale, Pansy. Why don’t you take a minute to freshen up? I think I’m going to go out and enjoy the rest of my evening . ”

That seems to bring the girl’s color back redder than before as she grits her teeth, gripping her clutch so hard Raven can see the white of her knuckles. “You’re going to regret the way you just spoke to me.” 

Raven rolls her eyes, “The only thing I’m regretting right now is entertaining this conversation with you.” 

“You have no idea who you’re messing with. My family can make your life a living hell, and if you stand in my way then I’ll make sure of that myself.”

Raven's laugh is hard and cruel, “You’ll never be able to make my life worse than the hell I’ve already lived through. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go back out to my date . Unless you want to take this up with the headmistress instead?” 

A myriad of emotions cross Pansy’s face, before landing on something lethal. Her eyes narrow as she steps close enough that Raven can smell her rosy perfume, “Watch your back, demon filth,” Pansy hisses, pushing past her and storming out of the bathroom. 

Although Raven should feel victorious for standing up to Pansy, she mostly just feels on edge. This is her reality if she wants to be with Damian. Always looking over her shoulder for someone that’s desperate to take her place. Forced to play the role of a viper and strike back twice as fast to protect herself. 

She takes another minute to collect herself in the mirror before following Pansy out of the bathroom shortly after. Then Damian is immediately at her side, handing her a cup of water, “Are you okay?” he asks.

Raven musters a smile, and accepts the glass gratefully, “Yeah I’m okay, just some girl talk.” 

“Pansy?” 

“Yep.” 

Damian runs a hand through his hair, disheveling a few of the strands, “I should tell you that her family’s been trying to make a marriage contract happen between us for years, but my father’s turned them down three times already. I don’t think they know how to take ‘no’ for an answer.”

“So it seems,” she says, slightly amused. 

“Do you want to go for a walk outside? I think we could both use the fresh air.” 

“Yeah,” she breathes, “That would be great.”

As Damian guides her towards the exit leading to the school gardens, a commotion catches her attention. Just out of her peripheral vision, before the party fades from view, she spots Jinx across the room, tossing her own drink at Astoria. 

Raven suppresses a chuckle as a funny feeling in her chest grows. So maybe she isn’t completely alone in this. Maybe she has a few friends who won’t hesitate to defend her. That’s a comforting thought, and she takes it with her on the walk, allowing it to shroud around her like a shield. 

Maybe demons can dream after all. 

The first thing she notices when stepping outside is the sky. It’s clear, nearly a full moon, and the stars are just as bright. It bathes the gardens in a celestial glow, and the snow covered grounds makes it all look surreal. 

She takes a deep breath, relishing in the fresh air. It helps to clear her mind, especially as Damian’s hand settles on the small of her back to steer her towards a gazebo outlooking the central yard. It’s covered in fairy lights, and she’s delighted to find that there’s a warming charm when she steps inside. 

“Feeling better?” Damian asks, his hand traveling up to brush her arm. Raven nods while enjoying the view. 

“Much, this was a good idea,” she bumps him lightly, “Thanks.”

“No need to thank me, what happened earlier was my fault. I should have known that Pansy and Astoria were planning something.”

Raven props her elbows up against the wooden rail, and looks up at the sky, “No, it wasn’t your fault,” she glances back at him, “I’ve been dealing with discrimination since my first day here. This really isn’t anything new.” 

“Still, I wish that I could have protected you from it, somehow.”

Raven smiles at his blatant concern, “I used to think that if I stayed quiet and kept my head down that everyone would just leave me alone. Try and graduate without a fuss,” she chuckles drily, “I was stupid to think maybe that could be enough.” 

Damian covers one of his hands with hers, capturing her attention.“You’re definitely not stupid Raven, but you are a fighter. You’re one of the bravest people I know. To have hope like that, even knowing that people might treat you differently because of what happened? That’s admirable.” 

Something stirs in Raven’s chest at his words. A spark that lights a fire within her, “You’re right, I am a fighter. I deserve to have the same opportunities as everyone else, regardless of my family name. I can dream about anything I want—and I’m starting with that internship.” 

Damian’s smile is wide, “That’s my girl.”

Her stomach makes a little flip at his words, but she doesn’t let that stop her from throwing her arms around his neck, “Thank you Damian.” 

His arms tighten around her after getting over his initial shock from her touch, and his chin rests gently on the top of her head, “You’re welcome Raven,” he leans back to look down at her, “Now how about you tell me what really happened in the bathroom, and maybe I’ll consider giving the next book in that series you’ve been reading all semester.” 

Raven ignores the fact that Damian obviously keeps up with her reading habits, and looks at him with a raised brow, “The next book doesn’t come out until next summer.”

“I may or may not have the author’s copy.” 

“You do not,” her eyes light up at his smirk, “How did you manage to get one?”

“I pulled a few strings,” he trails, choosing not to indulge any further. 

“I cannot believe you!” 

“I’ll show it to you later. It was going to be your Christmas present, but now it’s my bargaining chip.” 

Raven sends him a mock glare, “That’s not fair, it’s my present.”

“Nope, it’s not fair at all,” Damian grins, “So spill first—then you’ll get your present.” 

She bites her lip, “You have to swear that you won’t do or say anything about it to anyone else.” Even though she had threatened Pansy earlier, she never intended to say anything to Damian about their conversation. 

“So something did happen?” his eyes bunch together with concern, “Did she or Astoria hurt you?” 

“No, no one hurt me,” Raven sighs, “I’ll tell you what happened but I’m serious. I don’t want anyone getting in trouble, that’ll just make everything worse.” 

“I promise,” Damian holds out his hand, “Pinky promise.” 

With a smile she interloops her pinky with his, “And you better be serious about that book. I expect it to be in my hands before the night’s over.” 

“Don’t worry, we’ll go right up to my dorm to get it after you tell me everything. ”

Raven rolls her eyes and feigns annoyance, but the grin obvious on her face betrays her true feelings. So they sit down on the closest bench under the gazebo, and Damian leans in close as Raven starts to recall her confrontation with Pansy. She lays a hand softly on his arm when his hands clench, nearly shaking with unbridled and righteous rage. They continue to talk until they’re both calmer, and ready to put the events from the evening behind them. Then their conversation evolves to other things—her internship, his family—everything and anything they can think about. 

The longer they spend together the harder it gets for Raven to keep her hands to herself. She reaches out to rub a comforting hand down his arm as he talks about the strained relationship with his parents. Then she smacks his shoulder when he jokes about that one Niffler incident last year. (They had chased it down for nearly an hour before trapping it in a corner…right before it jumped right on top of her head). 

He listens intently as she talks about her wishes of becoming a part of something bigger than herself. Together they dream about the world they want to create. 

As it starts to get later and the warming charms begin to fade, Raven follows Damian back inside and through the halls to his dorm. She waits outside while he grabs her book, and then together he takes her hand and they walk to Ravenclaw common room. 

Students are filtering in and out of the halls, all still filled with an excited energy from the night. Raven’s thankful they’re not on patrol duty tonight, and she holds her book close to her chest with the hand that’s not holding Damian's. 

Witches and wizards whisper to each other as they walk by, but Raven doesn’t care. She’s too focused on the warm, fuzzy feeling growing in her chest as Damian’s thumb strokes lightly over the back of her hand. 

The door to the common room is wide open when they get there. Damian insists on walking her to her room, and from the amount of inter-house couples visiting she figures it won’t hurt to add another Slytherin to the mix. There’s a part of her that’s a little anxious about Damian seeing her room, but the larger part that just wants him closer keeps her walking. 

She lets go of Damian’s hand to open the door, missing his warmth, and she holds it open wider for him to follow her inside. 

“Yeah, this is almost exactly what I imagined your room would look like,” Damian says, voice full of amusement. His eyes quickly scan her room, taking note of the high black shelves—each stacked to the top with books. Another in the corner is full of potion ingredients. Her walls are painted a dark navy blue (her house colors of course), and her gray blackout curtains are pulled back, putting the courtyard below on full display. 

“Oh bugger off,” Raven places her newest novel on the desk, fingers lingering on the cover, “You know how much I love books and dark colors.” 

“That’s true, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without a book in your hands,” he teases back. 

“Well they’re book free for now,” Raven wiggles her fingers at him, “but I don’t know if I’ll be able to say the same in the next few minutes.” 

He smiles, shoving his hands in his pockets, “Well I’m glad you like your present. Happy Christmas Raven.” 

“Happy Christmas Damian. I feel bad though, I didn’t get you anything.” 

“Of course you did. Tonight with you was my Christmas present, the best one yet.” 

There’s something in his eyes that looks like before when they were out on the dance floor and enraptured in each other. Now they’re in the safety of her room with no one to interrupt them, and it sends Raven’s heart racing. She wraps a hand around the back of her neck, suddenly feeling a bit shy. 

Damian steps closer, and Raven sucks in a soft breath. She so desperately wants to grab him by his lapels and pull him forward to meet her lips. How many times had she daydreamed about snogging him? Too many to count. Now that he’s right here, inches away and leaning in, she feels herself pulling away. Despite how perfect she imagines it will be because Pansy’s words are stuck in the back of her mind, telling her that all she’ll do is hold him back. 

And her heart breaks just a little when he pulls back too, concern clearly written on his face, but all she can do is turn away. 

“I think we both should get some rest,” she whispers, her voice shaky but clear enough for Damian to realize that this is goodbye. 

He looks at her and Raven thinks for a moment that he might argue. Nothing has ever stopped him from doing just that before, but he doesn’t. Instead he sighs, “You’re probably right,” he says, taking her hand in his once more. Then he brings it up to his lips and gives it just the barest of kisses before letting it go, “sweet dreams Raven.” 

“Goodnight Damian.” 

She has to bite her lip as she watches him turn away to keep herself from calling him back. When he shuts the door she slumps on the bed, the fabric of her dress crinkles as she sits, and she drops her face into her hands. 

She spends the rest of the night wondering what would have happened if she didn’t care about what anyone thought and just kissed him anyway. 

.

The fall out of last night with Pansy isn’t as bad as Raven thought it would be. 

Rumors fly of course (both literally and figuratively), but she’s surprised to find that just as many people seem to take her side as they do Pansy’s. 

Regardless, being at the center of attention is always something that Raven tries her best to avoid. So when witches and wizards flock to her from all houses in between class changes she’s nearly at her wits end by the time she gets to her last one with Snape. She sits down with a huff as some students turn back to look at her. After a well-placed glare they turn back just as quickly. 

Jinx applauds her, “Nice glare Ravenclaw, you have a lot of Slytherin potential.”

“Thanks,” Raven grumbles, “But I’m trying to distance myself from Slytherin right now.” 

“This doesn’t have to do with a certain Slytherin prefect and Quidditch cup champion does it?” 

“How did you know? It’s not like the entire school is talking about us right now,” she mocks, then sends Jinx a smirk, “Although I will say there’s a lot of people also talking about how you humiliated Astoria last night.” 

The smile Jinx gives her is downright evil, “You don’t know how happy that makes me. If we’re being real though she had it coming since first year.”

In a rare moment of vulnerability Raven gives her a warm smile, “Thanks for sticking up for me Jinx, that honestly means a lot.” 

“And I’ll do it again,” Jinx flips her vibrant pink hair over her shoulder, “Hey listen. This thing you kind of have with Damian—it’s good you know that right? I saw him at lunch, he doesn't care about the rumors. He just asked about you, and if you were okay. ” 

Raven sighs, “I like him, Jinx. A lot. I just…I’m not good for him. I have so much baggage, I’m afraid I’m going to drag him down.” 

“You’re an idiot, and I mean that in the best way,” Jinx rolls her eyes, “Anyone would be lucky to have you.” 

“Awh, how sweet of you to say,” Raven says drily. 

“I know, I’m really channeling my inner Hufflepuff. Don’t expect that to last though.” 

Raven shakes her head, but smiles nonetheless as Professor Snape starts class with hiss to quiet down. 

They’re well into creating their next potion when Jinx bumps her shoulder after handing over the fluxweed. 

“Just think about giving it a chance.” 

Raven doesn’t have to ask her what she means. Damian’s been the only thing she’s been able to think about all day. She nods, and they finish their potion together in silence. The rest of class goes by fast and she makes the trip back to the common room after telling Jinx goodbye. Then she shuts her door to her room and the rest of the world, deigning to read her book in isolation as everyone else starts to pack. 

She doesn’t know when she’ll see Damian next, but she can’t quite make herself go out to search for him yet. 

Mostly because she’s afraid of what he’ll say if she tells him the truth.

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There’s only one part of the year the corridors at Hogwarts are empty, and Raven looks forward to it every time it comes around. Everyone else leaves to go home for Christmas break, all except her of course, but that’s okay. Hogwarts is more of a home than her father’s manor ever was. Now especially. It’s quiet and calm, and safe . 

Soon everyone will be back for the spring semester—but at least for now she can breathe again.

For the first time in a while she finds herself relaxing in front of the fireplace in the living area. Tucking her fuzzy-socked feet underneath her, she leans back into the couch with her wool blanket. While pulling out the book Damian gave her she hums to herself with gratification at the snow falling steadily outside the nearby window. The only thing that can make this perfect is—

“Tea?” A voice calls out behind her. Raven turns, cooling her features to hide her surprise when she finds Damian there, with a mug in each hand. 

“Damian? I didn’t know you were still here?” She takes the cup with thanks, bringing it to her nose and breathing in. There’s a hint of something herbal and sweet—almost fruity like apples, and it’s wonderful. Chamomile. 

“I’ll be leaving this evening,” he says, taking a seat on the couch next to her, “I wanted to stay back for a bit before I go.” 

She thinks about asking why, but she knows that Damian is about to tell her himself. She feels the undercurrent of his emotions in his aura, each one just as complex as the other. There’s something brewing underneath, bubbling as he draws closer. 

“Thank you,” she murmurs, taking an experimental sip. It fills her with warmth and sends tingles down to the tips of her toes. She knows they should talk about why she’s been avoiding him. She opens her mouth to give him an apology when he cuts her off, 

“I have another present for you,” Damian says, and Raven notices the letter in his hand for the first time. She raises her brows, tentatively reaching out for it when Damian hands it to her. 

“What is it?” she asks, turning it over. The Wayne’s wax seal is stamped onto the back and her fingers brush over it. It’s gold with a large W in the middle, surrounded by a crest and a sword at the top, intertwined with vines. 

“It’s my father’s recommendation letter. I told him about how you’ve been wanting to apply for the internship at the Ministry a while ago and he wanted to help.”

Raven feels her heart skip a beat. After Headmistress McGonagall and Professor Snape both agreed to write her a recommendation, she only needs one more. A letter from Bruce Wayne is pretty much a guaranteed acceptance. This is her opportunity to show the Ministry that she’s not her father. This is life changing. It’s everything. It’s…too much. 

“Damian I can’t accept this, it’s too generous,” she holds the letter back out to him, “I don’t deserve this.” 

“Raven,” Damian says, capturing her wrist in his hand to stop her, “You’re going to be fighting to prove people they’re wrong about you for the rest of your life, all because of your father. I get a chance to help because of mine. Take it, because this will be an uphill battle. You’re going to need all the help you can get, and it’s okay to let us—let me help.” 

Tears well in the corners of her eyes. Never has she been presented with such generosity without someone trying to serve their own self-interests. The sincerity in Damian’s voice is overwhelming. He wants to help her because he can, and that’s it. 

“I don’t know how I could ever thank either of you for this,” she says, taking a shaky breath. 

Damian smiles and tenderly reaches out to brush her hair out of her face and behind her ears. “You can come visit home with me and thank him yourself if you want. Everyone would love to have you, especially Alfred. He’s been wanting to meet you ever since I came home talking all about you during first year.”

Raven laughs through her tears, shaking her head, because this can’t possibly be real. Except it is, and Damian’s smile is hopeful, mirroring the hope now blooming in her chest, and his thumb is brushing away the tear that rolls down her face. 

She doesn’t know how this will go—doesn’t even know how to navigate a courtship, but she does know she wants to try. Damian’s worth it. 

“Deal.” 

His grin lights up the entire room, “Can I kiss you now?”

Raven nods enthusiastically, “Yes, please, I want that very much.” 

“Good,” he murmurs against her mouth, “Because you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to snog you.” 

“I think I have an idea,” she says, closing the rest of the distance. 

Their lips meet for the first time, and her eyes slide shut as she breathes in his scent. The same one from his beanie that had driven her crazy. Just like the way he holds her tight as if she’ll disappear forever in an instant, and the maddening path of his hands sliding up and under her sweater to feel the bare skin of her lower back. 

When he deepens their kiss, and she moans softly into his mouth, she thinks about how she never wants to be sane again.

[fanfiction-blep]

Dom Neytiri pls mommy

Absalutly, Yes. 100% god this got a little heated 🥵 also I think it’s adorable you guys are giving me pet names at this point 🥰

Kintober Day 1: Dom Neytiri Drabbles

Hair pulling, I have a feeling that she would use it as a way to assert dominance a lot.

imagine you ignore a rule or an order, even a small one. "behave yourself, pet" she would warn her teeth slightly bared. you would respond with a slight smirk and a raised eyebrow "Or what?" before you could even comprehend the speed of her movements her hands would weave into the roots of your hair at the base of your scalp, tugging sharply.

"Behave or I shall make you, understood?" you would nod gulping.

She's very touchy, enjoys feeling the warmth of your skin against her own.

it brings her great joy to watch the shivers that run down your spine, the goosebumps that form on your arms.

she is a sucker for markings, though i don't think that the Na'vi really do hiskey's i think they do more bite marks and clothing.

like i imagine her weaving or embordering clothing for you, specifically designing cloths that enhance and endow your breasts.

going back to hair. I imagine her styling you hair, whether it is braids, or loos with flowers or feathers woven in, she will always take the chance to take care of you in this way.

on the physical touch side of things imagine chaste kisses in passing. Her hand wound around your waist her lips pressing against your head or forehead in a quick movement before walking away or in an a different direction to you.

she is a nurturing Dom, she isn't so much a degrader more a praise dom. Don't get me wrong she will put you in your place however, she is much more inclined to look after you.

"My sweet girl, Ma (Y/N)"

PET NAMES.

it takes her a while to ajust to ajust to your pet names "baby? I am no child?"

she is big on restraints, she enjoys watching you squirm beneath her, either holding your wrists above your head, tying them down with twine or fabric, even your ankles if she's in a particular type of mood.

Always a top, no debates you have tried. a few times. leaning yourself over her legs running your tongue across the skin of her neck. waiting for her to open her mouth in question of your actions. just before the words leave her lips you place your hand across her throat, with only slight pressure you smirk at her.

a silent rage fills her eyes, she pushes forward shifting her weight to pin you beneath her. "naughty girl"

She has and will go down on you until you pass out. of course she stops cuddles you for a little while, makes sure your okay, but before that? oh it is a sight.

her hands on the back of your thighs pushing them with force to hold you in place. her face moving as she devours you like you are last meal she will ever have. she switches between fucking you with her tongue and sucking on your clit, whichever she is doing her fingers may come into play whether that be fingering you or lightly tapping or gently stroking your clit. the change in stimulation can be very over whelming and even lead to failed orgasms at times.

in which case she will sooth you until you calm down from the high and if you are wanting to try again you best believe she will push you over the edge multiple times.

at times the sight of her face buried between your thighs was enough to make you cum on the spot.

aftercare with you will include a lot of praise, and affection. running her fingers across your arms or back kissing you softly and slowly while lightly singing to you.

[moochi-daisies]

2012. 07.

- 18+, Minors DNI

- Content Contains: smoking, some more kisses, a few tears (but it'll be ok the story isn't over yet)

- Length: 7.2k words

- In Summation: Two people fall in love, which would make a much shorter story if they had better communication skills.

- Side Notes: *the edits finally saved!!! i'm happy with it now i hope you like it haha* this chapter concludes the "how we met" part of the story, thank you for reading! and i hope you enjoy <3 :)

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I woke up with my head resting on Yoongi's chest, our hands that we fell asleep holding still intertwined. It must have been early, not a hint of light shining in through the window. I didn't want to wake him, ok more than that, I didn't want to move away from him.

His body was warm, the beats of his heart pumping against my ear, keeping me drowsy.

It felt so right.

Being close to him like this.

The arms holding hands were pressed underneath us. It should've been uncomfortable but my other arm was draped across his torso, his free arm wrapping back against mine and holding my elbow. Small twinges of pain were numbed by fingers unconsciously rubbing against my forearm.

Ever so slightly, I tucked my chin and snuggled deeper against his chest. Inhaling deeply.

The scent of cedar-wood and honeyed tobacco swirled up through my head, almost making me dizzy.

Trying my best to will myself back to sleep, I shut my eyes. Cementing the feeling of him holding me into memory, taking note of how his ribs pressed softly against my chest. How the bones of his hips nestled into the softness of my stomach.

The hand holding mine gripped tighter, the fingers wrapping along my elbows pressing firmly as his muscles contracted.

"Oh goddammit my arm is all tingly" his sleepy morning voice was deeper than usual. Yoongi's head tilted, speaking into the top of my head. Breath blowing heat onto my skull and raising goosebumps down the back of my neck.

I didn't move but squeaked out a small, "I'm sorry". My lips rubbing against his pectoral muscle as I did.

There was a pause.

Neither of us moving.

When he spoke next the words came out gently, "It's okay. Lemme just-" wiggling his fingers out from mine he pulled his arm from underneath us and let it wrap around my upper body, hand falling to my waist.

My shirt had drifted up, the skin on skin contact pulling my heart into my stomach.

I felt short of breath as goosebumps raised along where he was touching me. He must've assumed it was from the cold, lifting his hand to pull the blanket over me before settling his hand back down on top of it.

I swallowed down disappointment.

My fingers took a stronger hold around his waist and the ones he had around my elbow slid along my forearm, tracing lazy circles.

Soft snores came from him as he fell back to sleep, and I joined him shortly after.

The feeling of his hand holding the back of my head woke me back up. I don't know how much later it had been but the grey light from outside was now filtering in through the window. His fingers were bunching lightly, massaging my scalp absentmindedly.

A sudden awareness of drool pooling along the corner of my mouth snapped me out of my drowsiness.

My hand that had been across his body was now clutching his shirt, fingers curling into the collar.

I lifted my chin and he pressed his own down into my hair, "You wanna have some coffee and a smoke?" he murmured.

I nodded my response.

He pulled me tightly against him with a low groan before stretching his arms out.

I knew we had to move to get out of the bed but part of me wished we could've stayed glued in that position. Part of me wished we could've found a way to materialize onto the front porch couch without ever disconnecting from each other.

Sitting up, we both looked at each other. The shy smile on his face twisting my insides. I wanted to grab hold of him, to press soft kisses over his cheeks until he pushed me away. I wanted to believe he wouldn't push me away, but pull me into a deeply passionate kiss instead.

What happened in reality, was that we both looked down.

"I've never invited someone to see me play a show like this before" he said, looking down at the lumps in the blanket where our legs were. "I wanted to make it worth coming all the way here for" he finished, lips pulling back on one side.

"This whole trip has been worth it" the words flew out of me without thinking, "Meeting you, I mean. Um, meeting everyone too. You were worth the 13 hour ride, I'd do it again if you let me.". I tried swallowing after closing my mouth, finding it dry.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, the side-smile pulling into a full one across his face.

"Next time, I'll come to you. How about that, ok?" Chuckling softly, he didn't wait for a response and turned to grab a hoodie.

He wants to see me again?

There's gonna be a next time?

He would make the trip out, all the way, just to see me?

The happiness burned through my ribcage, heat rising up to my cheeks.

I sat there smiling to myself until I looked up and realized he had been standing there looking at me.

There was a fondness in his gaze, "Cute. C'mon" he waved his hand, waiting for me to join him.

Scrambling out of the bed, I pulled on my bunny jacket and grabbed his denim one.

"I like that you've been wearing that so much" he said casually, turning to walk down the hallway. "It smells like you now.".

My foot tripped on nothing at his words and I fell against his back.

Looking back towards me confused, I took a full step behind me and shoved my hands into the jacket pockets.

"Haha, clumsy. Thank you for lending it to me, it's been a lifesaver" I spoke the words without hearing them. Wandering thoughts of when he had smelled the jacket, what he thought I smelled like, if my scent had an affect on him too, all churning through my mind.

Smirking he turned to continue towards the kitchen and I blew out some air towards the hair that had fallen in front of my face. It floated briefly before I tucked it behind my ears. Folding my arms around the middle of my body, I followed behind him.

The house was eerily quiet, the most silent it had been since my arrival.

Jungkook lay sprawled on the living room couch, his body sinking into the cushions. Yesterday's events began playing like a mental movie reel and I choked on nothing.

I wanted to cover him with a blanket, to tuck him in and kiss his forehead. How often did he fall asleep like this?

His closed eyes screwed up tightly and his nose wrinkled. Pouting his lips and furrowing his eyebrows.

Yoongi didn't turn around but paused under the doorway to the kitchen. Deciding against my urge to cover Jungkook, I walked up behind Yoongi and hooked my chin over his shoulder.

It shook underneath me as we both tried stifling laughs.

Jimin and Tae were both still on the kitchen floor. Tae now flat on his back and Jimin curled up against his chest. Jimin hadn't let go of the pan handle and Tae now had a grip on the other side of it.

"These two are fuckin' ridiculous but I love them" Yoongi mused as he tiptoed into the kitchen. Making his way around the scattered pans on the floor to the coffee pot. I stayed where I was.

"How long have you known them?" I asked quietly.

"Hmm, Jimin I've known since middle school. And I guess I met Tae at the same time. They've known each other since elementary school. Kind of a two for one deal" Yoongi responded. Grabbing a bag of coffee beans and a grinder, he grimaced.

"They're gonna be pissed at me for making loud noises." and I snorted out a laugh.

"Doesn't matter that they're the ones sleeping in the kitchen, huh?" I said teasingly and Yoongi chuckled to himself before shaking his head.

"Nope. Sorry though- hang on a sec.".

He filled up the grinder with beans and pressed the button, turning to stare directly at Jimin and Tae on the floor.

Groans from both of them rivaled the volume of sound coming from the grinder.

"I am so weak." Tae moaned pathetically, releasing his grip from the pan to flop his arm over his eyes.

"Yoongi, you are so cruel" Jimin added, just as pitifully.

Yoongi and I caught eyes, both of us grinning.

"Yeah well, you're the dumbasses sleeping on the kitchen floor. You know I do this every morning" he shot back.

Tae and Jimin both started up with their retorts and I turned back to glance at Jungkook, who seemed blissfully unaware. Slumbering soundly through the commotion.

Jin, Hobi and Namjoon came into the living room. With mussed up hair and crusty eyes, they yawned as they shuffled through.

Hobi and Namjoon grumbled out sleepy "good mornings" as they entered the kitchen. Jin paused, leaning down onto my shoulder.

"I'm. So. Hungover." he said weakly. I let out a sympathetic "aw" before reaching back to pat his head. Unintentionally hitting his face with my hand instead.

"Ow!" letting out a whine, he stood up and held his face. Yoongi letting out a belly laugh as I tried apologizing.

"Thought you'd comfort me in my time of need, no need to get violent" Jin said dramatically and walked over to the small table that was against a wall of the kitchen. Slumping into one of the chairs he moaned, stretching his body over the table surface.

"We're just a cheery bunch this morning aren't we?" Namjoon joked, spacing out after as he leaned against a counter.

Hobi started poking Tae and Jimin with his feet. Eliciting loud complaints from them while they rolled around on the floor.

Yoongi had turned his back towards me, pulling coffee cups out of cabinets and chatting quietly with Namjoon.

I turned back to the living room towards Jungkook. Grabbing a blanket I quickly threw it over him, tucking it in around his shoulders. One of his hands shot out to grab mine, startling me.

One eye squinted shut, the other peeked open to find my face.

"I like waking up to this" the words came out softly. Surprise melted away into something that clutched my heart and squeezed it fiercely.

Shaking his hand from mine, I brushed his hair back from his forehead. His fingers drifted down to my leg to wrap around my knee. Hugging it closer, he turned onto his side and sighed before falling back asleep.

"C'mon guys move" Yoongi's voice grumbled from the kitchen. Panic reared it's head, my palms growing clammy as I tried gently prying Jungkook's hand away from my leg. Yoongi stepped into the living room moments after I had succeeded.

I could feel the redness on my face while Yoongi's eyes traveled down to Jungkook and back up to meet mine.

Making a look of faux suspicion, he let out a small "hm" before jerking his chin towards one of the coffee mugs in his hands.

I stepped forward to grab it from him, the fear of him seeing me care for Jungkook swiftly replaced with the nervousness of seeing him up close.

The expression on his face was serious but not angry. Onyx pools penetrating, like he was reading my mind to learn what I was doing instead of asking.

I took in some air, opening my mouth to explain before my breath was caught in my chest.

Yoongi tilted his head slightly, brushing the tip of his nose against mine.

"Lessgo" he said softly.

And with that, we both walked out the front door.

I still hadn't adjusted to being greeted by the icy morning air. The tip of my nose burning from the cold within seconds of exposure. My muscles felt stiff as I sat on the front porch couch, shoulders tensed and risen in an attempt to warm my neck.

Yoongi sat next to me, throwing a leg over my own and an arm around my shoulders to pull me towards him.

Time ceased to exist whenever he touched me. Each moment feeling drawn out and amplified.

I was getting too used to this.

Addicted might even be a better word for it.

It was like the world only spun the right direction while he was close to me. Whenever he pulled away, atoms began bouncing around in chaotic patterns, drowning out any sense of order.

Fingers dipping softly under my chin to lift it, a cigarette was placed between my lips before getting lit for me.

He lightly stroked the backs of his fingers along the side of my face afterwards, a sense of relaxation about him that hadn't been there the days prior.

Sighing, he turned to light his own. Holding it between two fingers, he grabbed the coffee cup he had placed on the side table. Perching it on his knee.

We both took drags and small sips in silence. This moment of peace falling around us like a protective bubble.

"I don't want to go back home" the words came out of me unplanned.

"I don't want you to either" his response was quiet, almost a whisper.

"It feels right with you here" he added. And I could feel my heart soaring, growing bigger and pushing against the cavity it was nestled in. Trying it's best to float free.

"Yeah, this feels right" the words were barely audible. I could feel a flush growing on my cheeks that had nothing to do with the cold.

After a few more sips and puffs he let me know he had tried to get off work for the day, but to no avail. I listened as he told me that he had dropped out of college to pursue music, working some shifts at the music store Hobi's dad owned, some part time shifts at the convenience store where Tae worked, bartending some nights at the venue we were at last night.

I was in awe of his dedication to his passion. Of all he was doing to make his dreams come true.

I felt inspired to pursue my own dreams the same way, believing for the first time that they weren't just silly dreams. That they weren't unrealistic, if I made the effort to make them a reality.

I felt a sickening lurch in my stomach, at the thought of him working with Lacey. Of them bonding over crappy customers and laughing over inside jokes.

I tried to focus on how incredible he was, asking questions about what led him to music.

He had always dreamed of it, he told me. There was a feeling deep within him, a satisfaction that only came from making songs. A pride he felt in creating them from scratch.

"A song in your heart you just had to get out?" I said jokingly.

He flashed a gummy smile before looking off into the distance. "Yeah, something like that" he said, lost in thought.

I wanted to make him smile like that every day, I wanted to inspire happiness. Staring at him as he looked at nothing, the curve of his nose was beautiful.

The outline of his lips.

The soft roundedness of his cheeks.

I felt in love with him.

Shaking the thought out of my head, he turned back towards me. A serious look on his face as he leaned back, holding me firmly against him.

"Lacey wanted to know what was going on with us last night. I told her I'm not interested in dating her. That I'm interested in someone else." his words were calm but strong.

My eyes widened in shock and got a small laugh out of him.

"You can't be that surprised. Is this how you are with all of your friends?" his question had me taken aback.

"No...I'm not like this with anyone" chewing on my lip, I thought of my words carefully. "I guess, I didn't want to get my hopes up until you said it.".

A look of exaggerated confusion spread across Yoongi's face, "Said it? Hm, said what? I don't know what I said..." and I shoved against his shoulder with a giggle.

Smiling, he looked down at his now empty coffee mug.

"Look, I know Jungkook likes you too. I believe that you like me and I'm not gonna tell you what to do. Maybe just-" he paused, his lips pressing together in concentration, "Maybe just talk with him while I'm at work or something ok? I'll be back in a couple hours and will be here to take you to the bus. I promise.".

"I'll talk with him. And I wish- I really wish I could spend more time with you before I leave. But I'll be excited to see you when you get back" the honesty of the conversation lifted a weight off both of us.

Turning his head, he leaned in and pressed the sweetest kiss against my cheek.

Without looking at me afterwards, he stood up and walked back inside.

I stayed on the couch for a minute more. Everything we had just talked about weaving and bobbing through my head.

There was no time to reflect on how it all made me feel or what all of it meant however.

Jin, Jimin, Tae and Jungkook all came yawning out of the front door, spreading out onto the porch.

Everyone reached for cigarettes, placing coffee mugs down and finding places to sit.

Jimin and Tae both sat in a rocking chair that was on the other side of the side table. Tae held Jimin in his lap, leaning against his back with bloodshot eyes, blinking blearily. Jimin sat with a tight hold on Tae's arm, a spaced out look on his face that lifted his eyebrows.

Jin sat on the side of the couch closest to the side table, elbow propped against the arm rest and leaning his forehead against his hand. His legs spread wide as his spine curled against the back of the couch.

Jungkook sat between Jin and I, looking more alert than the rest and clearing his throat. He followed Jin in leaning back, legs spreading wide as he scratched at his stomach.

His puppy eyes were round as he stared blankly ahead. The oversized flannel slipping off one shoulder, defined muscles of his chest exposed.

I let out a huff of annoyance, "How are you not freezing?" I grumbled and turned to pull his shirt up.

A cocky side grin on his face, he reached into a pocket to pull out his cigarettes.

"Distracting you, am I?" he winked.

I frowned and opened my mouth to retort. He placed a cigarette in the opening and I closed my lips around it before he lit it for me.

"You can't just shut me up like that" I glared at him and he laughed.

"Works when Yoongi does it though. Also, I've got a perfectly good jacket for you right here you know. Borrow mine sometime" I could feel a bite from his words as he grabbed a cigarette of his own.

Someone woke up feeling confident.

Jimin was getting out smokes for him and Tae, eyes locked on Jungkook's face.

"Slow down there lover boy" he muttered. Cigarette dangling between his pursed lips, he looked like an adorable grumpy duckling.

He turned to give one to Tae, who kept his eyes closed while opening his mouth. A small "hmph" of agreement came out of Tae and Jimin nodded to himself.

Jin spoke up next, yelling his complaint, "Why am I the only one getting my own cigarette?". The rest of us laughed in response. His expression souring before he covered his face with a hand.

Standing up, I walked around in front of him and took the one he was limply holding in his lap.

Sticking it between his puffy lips, I struggled to light it. Hands freezing from the cold.

"Got it!" I congratulated myself, earning a weak round of "yay's" from the guys.

Conversation was slow, mostly discussing plans for the day. We all took turns moping over my departure later in the evening. Jimin and Tae tried to lift the mood by assuring me that they'd already started to plan when they could all come visit me next.

"Yoongi asked us about it last night, don't worry, you're not getting rid of us that easily" Jin said before blowing smoke up towards the sky.

"I never wanna get rid of you guys, I want you all to get on the bus with me" I griped.

The words did bring comfort though, that they all wanted me around as much as I wanted them.

Hobi poked his head out of the door, "Namjoon and I made breakfast. Who's hungry?" he quipped before dipping his head down to take a drag of my cigarette.

"Ugh, nasty." he grimaced after exhaling, "one day we're all gonna quit. Right guys?" and the others rolled their eyes, a chorus of "yeah yeah yeah's" ringing out.

Everyone leaned over to the ashtray before moving to go inside, stretching and making sleepy noises as they did.

Jungkook and I stayed where we were, explaining we'd be inside soon before the door closed shut.

The second the others were away, Jungkook's hand slid over my thigh. I told myself I needed the warmth and wrapped my arm under his, clinging to his jacket. Pushing my nose into his shoulder.

"Yoongi said we should talk" I mumbled into his sleeve, my voice slightly nasally from my mushed up nose. "About how he likes me and um, that he won't tell me what to do with you." I couldn't hide the sadness in my tone.

I didn't think I was sad, hearing those words from Yoongi had made me so happy I felt close to bursting.

Repeating them to Jungkook though, feeling his body against mine again, I couldn't help the regret burrowing a pit within me.

"It's okay. Ha, I wanted to call you baby just now" he snorted, leaning his head back against the wall behind the couch. I clenched his arm and looked up at him.

A protruding vein along his neck showed his pulse. The feeling of the muscle under my tongue seared through me and I lowered my head back to press against his bicep.

"Look, I'm really glad you came. And uh, I can't say I'm rooting for you two. But Yoongi is like a big brother to me, I want him to be happy. Don't forget about me though" he chuckled as he said it, "If things don't work out, I'm not gonna forget about you just like that.".

I pushed myself off his shoulder and slammed a hand flat against his chest, turning my body to look into his eyes.

A weakness fluttered in the base of my throat, he really was handsome.

Pushing one finger out to poke at him, I huffed indignantly, "I'm not gonna forget about you either Jungkook. If I had come here to see you, or talked to you first- this would be an entirely different situation. Also, you're not just a back up plan for if things don't work out with Yoongi. My feelings for you are separate and have nothing to do with him.".

He lifted an eyebrow at the end, a boyish grin growing.

"So you do have feelings for me!" he wiggled his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes, laughing and untangling our arms. Quietly groaning an "oh my god" I pushed my shoulder against his before standing up.

He followed after me, threading both arms through mine and clasping hands together around my stomach to hug me from behind.

I froze for a moment before turning, throwing my arms around his waist and squishing my cheek against his chest. Strong arms wrapped around my shoulders, a kiss pressing against the top of my head.

"I have feelings for you too" he said, cocky tone evaporating. The sincerity in his voice cracked through the resolve I had to leave it at a hug.

I lifted my head to look at him, our eyes mirroring the care and sadness we both felt.

His eyelids lowered with mine following. Bringing our lips together, the first kiss was slow and full of longing. Mouths opening against each other as we both sighed.

"Oh" Jungkook breathed out, voice small and sounding on the verge of tears.

There was nothing I could say to help him feel better, so I kissed him again. Stronger this time, with a promise I didn't have the words for.

By the third kiss, I could feel the hunger Jungkook had been trying to keep at bay.

Unlike the morning softness that came from being held by Yoongi, Jungkook pressed my body against his with a fervor. The front of my chest meeting his solid frame, the softness of my stomach molding against tights abs. His hips started to buck against me, and I could feel a hardness working to find it's way between my inner thighs.

Panting, and with every ounce of willpower I had, I pulled away.

Jungkook look terrified, holding me by the tops of my arms with a grip so tight I worried bruises might form.

"Fuck, sorry. I'm sorry- I just- it always feels so much better than- I'm sorry" he had pulled his lower body away from me. Leaning his torso forward and looking at me fearfully.

I shook myself out from his grip and tried redirecting the mood. Reaching out to pat the top of his head and making my best effort to appear unshaken, I replied "No, don't say sorry. It's not just you. You feel good to me too". Trying to sell the act, I smiled at him hard enough that my cheeks pushed my eyes closed.

He groaned and turned away from me, a hand covering his face as he did.

"Don't tell me thaaaat. My self control is bad enough as it is. Go inside, I need to uh, calm down." the last part made me giggle. He pouted, trying to shoot daggers at me, succeeding only at looking like a puppy being told "no" for the first time.

"We're ok?" I asked, trying to control the concern in my tone.

His smile was sweet as he nodded back at me, "we're ok.".

Nodding to myself, I turned to head inside.

The others had gathered in the living room and kitchen. On the couch, Tae was laying on Jimin's lap while Jimin dropped pieces of scrambled eggs and bacon into his mouth like a mother bird. Yoongi sat next to them, scrolling through his phone with one hand and a piece of bacon in the other. Jin had assumed the same position on the living room couch that he had been in outside, the food on his plate was untouched, balancing on his lap.

My stomach was full of feelings that were playing dodgeball with an active grenade.

Sitting between Jin and Yoongi, I kept my arms straight by my sides and exhaled as evenly as I could manage.

Yoongi dropped his phone to put a hand on my knee, turning to wiggle his piece of bacon in my face.

I took a small bite, forgetting how I normally took bites of anything, self consciously wondering if my teeth looked normal as I did.

Yoongi finished the rest before standing up and announcing his departure for work.

Jin's eyes lifted open and he waved a hand in his direction.

Tae and Jimin gave waggled limps wrists as their goodbye's, Hobi and Namjoon both yelling out "see you later's" and "work hard bro's".

Feeling antsy, I took Yoongi's plate from him, offering to clean it and he gave back an appreciative smile.

I felt like a ghost as I walked towards the kitchen. The reality that there were only hours left with them all was doing it's best to suck away at the joy I'd experienced.

Well, I'd experienced a lot more than just joy here, hadn't I?

An entire spectrum of emotion that I normally had to search so hard to find. Tucked away in this cozy corner of the universe.

The plate slipped out of my fingers as I got lost in existentialist ramblings.

It clattered loudly into the sink and I yelped in surprise. Hobi screeching with me and Namjoon letting out a bellowing "why". I quickly said sorry before the thought of not saying bye to Yoongi activated my fight or flight response.

He's about to leave!

When he comes back, it'll be to take me to the bus stop.

He can't leave without me saying goodbye, what if something happens and he can't come home before I have to go?

What if this is, goodbye?

I hurdled myself out of the kitchen, to see Yoongi putting on his shoes.

He stood up as I was walked over, looking at me with concern. "What did- oh!" he started before I threw my arms around his neck in a hug.

He hugged me back while softly laughing to himself. Our bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces.

Time slowed and the chaos of my thoughts straightened out into a coherent line.

Not wanting to end the hug I whispered into his ear, "Have a good day at work.".

I could hear the smile in his voice as he responded, "Thank you, I'll see you soon right?" and I nodded. Squeezing me a little tighter before letting me go, he turned and walked out the door.

I stayed in place for a moment.

The emptiness that came from him leaving whooshed through me, my body feeling hollow.

Instead of returning to the couch, I lay directly down on the floor. Finding difficulty with breathing on my back, I rolled over, resting my forehead against my arms.

Sucking in air through my nose for 4 counts, I held my breath for 5 before exhaling out a loud groaning sound for 6.

Breathing technique complete.

I still felt terrible.

"I take it you're gonna write about this aren't you?" Jin's teasing comment smacked me on the back.

"Shut up." I groaned into the carpet.

"Maybe you are Yoongi's soulmate and not mine after all, dearest" Tae said amused.

My hands clenched into fists before relaxing.

Jungkook came in through the front door, pausing when he saw me on the ground.

"Yeah she's good" I heard Jimin say, "her writing has just been inspired.".

I sat up at that and whipped around to face him, narrowing my eyebrows and sticking out my tongue. He blew me a kiss back.

The rest of the day went by slowly, the guys had the day off from work and were all too hungover to do much.

Jungkook resumed playing his game, Jin half-asleep half-watching him. Jimin joined me on the floor and we stretched together before he curled up to take a nap. Tae also joined in on the floor after dragging various painting supplies over.

He gave us each a canvas, showing me different techniques as we painted.

He was at the same college as Jimin and the others, getting a Fine Arts degree. He really hated school he shared with me, but he wanted to appease his parents. A sentiment we both shared.

Hobi and Namjoon came out to the couch to join us, Hobi scrolling on his phone and Namjoon working on some paper that was due next class.

I didn't want to leave.

The thought played on a loop throughout the day. It wasn't until Jin got up to make dinner that the loop was put on hold, as I trudged into the kitchen to help him. Hoping for a distraction from my obsessively repetitive thought cycle.

"Told ya he liked you." Jin's sudden remark pulled me out of my wallowing.

I paused, mid-onion chop and he giggled at the look on my face.

"Yeah, yeah" I grumbled, "I'm so happy I live so far away.". The sarcasm in my voice dripped into the air.

"Oh hey now, we meant it when we said we were planning to come see you. The distance sucks but it's not- you know" Jin waved his hands around, "It's not the end.".

Putting down the knife I walked over and smushed my face against the side of his arm, hugging him and mumbling out my thanks.

He reached an arm across to pat my face.

"See how I did that without smacking you?" he teased and I broke away from him laughing. Tsking slightly as I went back to chopping.

Yoongi came home a few minutes before dinner was ready. Unwrapping his scarf from his neck and toeing off his shoes.

He was grumbly, the annoyance showing clearly across his face as he walked over to one of the seats surrounding the kitchen table.

The day had not gone well, customers ignoring his advice and spending absurd amounts of money on instruments for kids that clearly had no interest in pursuing music.

"The amount these parents drop on these shitty ass kids is asinine" he griped, stewing, "And the kids are so ungrateful. They have no idea what they're getting and it'll probably all just go to waste, unused. So fuckin' annoying.".

I nodded sympathetically, Jin throwing in some comments about how at least Yoongi wouldn't have to worry about them being future competitors in the industry.

"Yeah" I chimed in, "you know the work it takes and the commitment required to make it. Nothing you have is going to waste, if they don't wanna listen to you that'll just be their regret later. Not your burden to carry.". He smiled at me, Jin smirking as he walked to the living room to let the others know the food was ready.

We all slipped into different conversations as we ate, more somber than we had been. My leaving was looming over us, unavoidable as soon as dinner was over.

Silverware scraped against empty bowls as we finished, silence enveloping the group.

"Can't you just stay another day?" Tae broke the silence with a whine, "It's not fair, you just got here!" and the others murmured in agreement.

I'd been sitting on the floor in front of the couch between Tae and Yoongi. Flopping my head onto Tae's knee, "I really, really don't want to go" I tried not to cry as I said the words.

"We're coming to you next" Namjoon's voice was like a hug, "Don't you forget it." he finished.

"Don't you forget it either" I tried joking, unable to look at any of them. "I better get my stuff", I pushed myself up to head towards Yoongi's room, only partially registering the hushed whispers that broke out behind me as I left.

After I returned, everyone had stood up and made their way to the front door. Tugging on jackets, scarves and hats. Tae had a handknit bucket hat with a giant flower flopping along the brim. Tears welled behind my eyes, the love for them all pushing against my vocal chords.

"Love you guys" I exclaimed, tears bursting out of me as I did. My chest heaved but felt too tight to take a full breath. Trying to calm myself down, I inhaled deeply through my nose. Blinking hot tears and feeling them trickle down my cheeks.

The guys all turned towards me, responding with "aw's" and "love you too's". Yoongi crossed over to me, wiping the tears away with his thumb and pulling me into a hug with a small laugh. Jungkook behind him clenched his fists by his side, turning to look at the front door, away from us. After Yoongi pulled away, Jimin and Hobi yanked me between them. Keeping arms around my shoulders, they walked me out the door.

"Sweetie don't worry" Hobi pressed his cheek onto the top of my head. "A lot happened here huh?" and I clung to the back of his jacket with a vice grip.

"How about...you write a story about us and I'll make a dance about you. Yeah?" Jimin's cheeks pressed his eyes closed as he smiled at me.

"You guysss" I warbled out. Dangerously close to completely breaking down into sobs.

When we got into the car this time, Jimin and Tae mushed themselves into the passenger seat. Yoongi sat where I had been behind the driver's seat. Hobi, Namjoon and Jungkook folded into the back seat with us. I sat on the floor by Yoongi's feet, my hands wrapped under his leg and resting my cheek against his knee.

He kept a hand on my head the entire drive, gently stroking the back of it and smoothing out tangles with his fingers.

Jin drove slowly, taking extra time at stop signs and buying moments wherever he could.

We still arrived at the bus stop too quickly.

Standing around the car, I looked at the faces in front of me.

"Thank you so much for everything, this whole trip. It means a lot more to me than I know how to express" my voice was shaky as I spoke.

"Oh c'mere" Jin rolled his eyes teasingly at me, reaching an arm out and yanking me into a fierce hug. Namjoon was next, it was like hugging a soap scented teddy bear. Hobi danced his way over, making a little "woop" sound effect as he hugged me. "Muah, muah, muah!" he kissed the side of my head and rubbed my back before I was passed off to Jimin.

Jimin tilted his head, a knowing and loving look in his eyes as he wrapped me up into his gentle embrace. "Don't think you aren't special to us too." he whispered quietly in my ear. His eyebrows lifted as I looked towards him, trying to comprehend what he meant.

"TAKE ME WITH YOU!" Tae cried as he tackled me into his arms. Rocking back and forth, he squeezed me so tightly I couldn't lift my own to hug him back. Giving up, I giggled and joined him in the theatrics. "COME WITH ME MY LOVE!" I yelled, pulling back to see tears glinting in his eyes, we smiled at each other.

Jungkook stood waiting, silently. Tongue flicking around his lip rings. Looking up at me, he winked and curled his lips back into his cocky grin. "Don't miss us too much." he said, a fist gently tapping me on the shoulder. I rolled my eyes with exaggeration, stepping closer to hug him. He held me softly, before clearing his throat and shaking his head.

As he dropped his arms, he slid his hand underneath my arm. Catching my hand in his grip for a moment. Squeezing tightly once, sadness flashed behind his eyes and he turned away. Hunting in his pockets for a cigarette. The clenching in my chest ached and I chewed on the inside of my cheek. Unable to go after him, unable to say anything more.

Giving them all a small wave, I turned to Yoongi who had his hand outstretched for me to take. Grabbing it, he walked me over to the bus station building, tucking behind a brick wall so that we were out of sight from the rest of the group.

The wall blocked out the light from the streetlamp, our shadows disappearing as we stepped across the pavement.

Stopping, he faced me. Our faces only inches apart.

"I just, wanted to do this before you left" his deep voice rattled through my nerves. His dark eyes were traveling slowly, up and down my face with such intensity it felt like being touched.

My breath caught in my chest, overtly aware of every sensation my body was experiencing.

I could see his chest lifting as he took a breath. I felt the warmth of his hand on the side of my face before he reached it, cupping it softly. Long fingers covering most of the length, pressing down slightly to pull me towards him.

It happened in slow motion and at the speed of light.

The dip of his cupid's bow and pinkness of his lips fully defined, even in the darkness.

His lips were so soft against mine, I couldn't get the satisfaction of feeling that they were ever close enough. My hands jumped to his collar, dragging his body into mine. His free hand took gentle hold of my waist as his feet stepped closer.

Pulling his face back, a devilish smirk gleamed as he rubbed a thumb along my bottom lip.

Almost as a reflex, I stuck my tongue out and bit the tip of it lightly. The widening eyes and expression on his face threatened to unleash something feral within me.

I struggled to breathe, dizzy with the feeling of the kiss and desperate to feel his lips again.

"More please." the words came rasping out of me. My throat feeling raw from the passion it was swallowing back.

He leaned in with more intensity this time, hand sliding down the outside of my hip to cup under my ass. Grabbing at it and opening his mouth against mine.

I sighed into him, small "ah's" and "mm's" escaping me as my hands slid behind his neck. Sliding through silky locks of hair and losing all sense of how tight my grip around him was.

I could feel his heart beat against my chest, my own pounding with a strength that I'd never known it was capable of.

My lower body felt molded against his, the hardening under his jeans becoming a chase my hips hunted to find.

I bit his lower lip, the softness of it drawing out a moan as he sucked in a breath. His tongue pushed into my mouth, dancing with my own.

I had stopped caring about breathing.

I would have gladly taken my last breath there.

The honking of the bus, pulled him away from me. Shaking, I tried to collect myself. His breathing uneven, he laughed to himself softly.

"I've been wanting to do that this whole time." he admitted quietly.

And my body felt strange, drawn back towards him like a magnet.

Holding his face I pulled him in to kiss him again and pushed him back against the brick wall.

Not wanting to stop.

Not being able to stop.

"You're gonna mish your bus." he got out between kisses and I groaned, exasperated.

"I don't want that right now." I huffed impatiently. Not understanding how he could stop so easily.

He cocked his head, seemingly reading my mind.

"I don't want to stop this" his words were gentle, "I want to do this again when I come see you.".

I blinked, remembering where we were.

What was happening outside of the kiss.

That I was heading home.

"Whyy did you wait so long?" I was aware I sounded like a brat but I was sick of holding myself back.

Yoongi laughed, lifting his arms to unwrap his scarf. He pulled me in for another kiss, draping the scarf around my neck as he did.

Stopping before I could deepen it, he side-smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"I was too nervous." he said simply.

Out of all the "what if" games I had played these past few days, "what if he is nervous around me" had never once crossed my mind.

Grabbing my hand after I fell silent, he moved ahead to walk me towards the bus.

Trying to prolong the inevitable, I turned towards him before getting on.

"Well, I'm glad you did. It was worth the wait" I mumbled, "All of this was.".

Yoongi tilted his head at that, pressing one final kiss against my lips. The boys watching from the car broke out into hollering whoops, Tae's voice yelling "Finally!". We laughed, foreheads still close together.

"I'll see you soon." he said, the darkness of his eyes melting as I felt tears stinging my own.

Clearing my throat, and blinking tears back, I sassed out a "You better." before moving away from him. Shooting him a grin, I turned away to walk up the steps onto the bus.

Everything in me was screaming to turn around, to move in with the guys and find a way to make it work after the fact. It took all of my energy to find my seat, my toes scrunched in my shoes, fighting against my urge to turn back and run into Yoongi's arms again.

Sitting down, I looked out to the boys surrounding the car in the parking lot. Just like they had been when I first arrived. 7 hands lifted to wave at me as the bus doors closed with a swooshing sound.

I waved back, my jacket sleeve covering my hand before shaking it down. Deciding not to care how long I waved, I kept waving, watching them until the bus station had completely left my view.

Turning in my seat, I slumped down. A raw ache in my chest yanking on every vulnerable emotion that had risen to the surface. The tears that started falling were hot and fat, the liquid thick enough that it burned as they pushed out from my eyes.

Raising my arm up to wipe them away, I curled my fingers around my sleeve, only to be hit with the realization that I was still wearing Yoongi's jacket.

[losfacedevil]

You Can’t Hurry Love // SFK

a/n~ The most self indulgent softest Hungry Eyes realm stand alone you’ll probably ever get.

Warnings: Fluff! Allusions to sexual activity, lots of kisses?

Soft chuckles emanated from Sam’s chest as he lifted his arm and watched you snuggle against his side. You rested your arm gently across the expanse of his bare chest and brought your chin down to rest against your forearm, your eyes never leaving his. He wrapped his arm gently around the small of your back and danced the tips of his fingers over the length of your side.

“Can I help you?” He cooed, his already heavy eyelids resting even lower against his eyes, heavier with sleep than usual. A sleepy smile caressed your lips as you reached up and scratched gently at the coarse hair that kissed his chin.

“Hmmm, maybe?” Your sleepy smile shifted into a toothy grin and your eyes fluttered shut. He raised his brow gently, pulling a deep breath in through his nose and pulled your body closer to his. He inched his let closer to where yours rested, wiggling his foot between yours as he intertwined his leg with yours.

A tired sigh slipped past his lips as he reached up and ran his fingers back through your hair, swiping away the baby hairs that tickled your cheeks and began to scratch lightly at your scalp. His tired eyes fluttered shut and his head rolled slightly to the side as his hand continued its lazy dance down the length of your neck, coming to rest right between your shoulder blades.

You reached up, beginning to run your finger tip gently down the length of his nose, causing him to scrunch it and a soft smile spread across his lips. Soft chuckles slipped past his lips as you pushed yourself up slightly and connected your lips with his. A soft groan slipped past his nose as you pulled back and gently rubbed your nose against his.

“What was that for?” He mumbled, his words beginning to slur as the beginning stages of sleep started to tug on the corners of his conscious. You quirked a brow, giggling at him as he reached up and scrubbed a hand down his face, trying to fight off the grips of sleep.

“Because I love you, duh?” You held your hand up, waiting for him to place his into it as you peppered soft kisses to his cheek. He pulled his eyes open, rolling them around as he tried to focus his vision.

“You love me, huh? You really love me?” He rested his palm against yours and wrapped his large fingers around your hand before pulling it to his face to press a kiss against the back of it. You threw your head back, a genuine laugh slipping past your lips before you righted yourself and began to trail soft kisses down his jawline and neck.

“Of course I do. You’re my sweetest Sammy, aren’t you?” The fingers on his left hand began to dance down the length of your bare back, raising goosebumps in its wake. You knew the routine well, something he had started to do when you had first gotten together that had just stuck.

“So you really love me… huh?” His voice trailed off as you began pressing soft kisses to his collarbone, something sensual you hadn’t explored. Sam tilted his head slightly as you used your free hand to push his hair off of his chest, exposing more skin. You took in his sleepy face, the way his eyes were shut gently, his lashes kissing the apples of his cheeks and how his mouth fell slightly agape - his nose never feeling clear enough to breathe well while he slept.

“I love all of you, remember? Every last bit of you.” You mumbled, reaching up to trace your fingertip along his long lashes, down the length of his nose and traced the outline of his lips. He huffed softly, a sure sign he was fighting the sleep that threatened to pull him under. Leaning up slightly you pressed a soft kiss to his warm, full lips, giggling slightly as he took a second to reciprocate and shook his head to wake himself a little more. It was rare for you to be the one loving on him, Sam usually being the one to take charge of the affirmation.

“Your eyes and nose, your lips and ears. The birthmark you tried to hide from me cause you think it’s weird.” He chuckled at your words, the memory of the first time you saw the darkened mark under his arm at the forefront of his mind.

“And you said what’s wrong with you? She’s cute, let her breathe.” He pulled his eyes open and his gaze found yours as you nodded, pulling your hand away from his face and began to trace it down the side of his neck.

“Your crazy hair, your body, your smelly feet.” He couldn’t help the boisterous laugh that escaped him at the mention of his feet and he lifted his hand just enough to bring it down hard against your ass.

“You leave my feet out of this.” Your eyes shown with adoration for the man laid out underneath you as he chuckled away; your statement about his feet seemingly tickling his funny bone.

Leaning in your began to press soft, open mouthed kisses down the length of his neck, something you knew was one of his biggest weaknesses. Rolling his head to the side he squeezed the handful of your ass he held, his frisky side always coming out to play no matter how tired he was.

You made your way slowly across his chest, running the cool tip of your nose over one of his collarbones. His breath hitched slightly and caused your brow to quirk as you ran your nose back in the opposite direction. His hand flexed once more, a sign that he was enjoying the attention.

Slowly you began to press soft kisses against the taut skin pulled over the bone, gauging how his breathing began to change and he shifted underneath you. A soft whine slipped past his lips as you pressed a warm, open mouth kiss to the skin and gently scraped your teeth over the bone. A smile spread across your lips as you did it a second time, placing the softest kiss to his skin.

Sam began to dance his hand up your back and rested his palm against the back of your neck, keeping your head in place. A mischievous energy bubbled in your stomach as you wrapped your lips around his collarbone, gently sucking on the taut flesh. Soft mewls escaped Sam’s lips as you dragged your lips across his collar bone, gently nipping and sucking at the skin as his grip on your neck became tighter.

His breathing intensified, his mind whirling with everything and nothing at the same time as you unlocked a pleasure he didn’t even know existed. Soft giggles slipped past your lips as you laid your head gently against his chest.

“Hey.” He whined out, pushing his bottom lip out in a pout but had no energy to turn his head to face you. Reaching up you traced your finger lightly over his collarbone, spelling out his name and sent a shiver down his spine.

“You’re so tired, sweet love, we’ll revisit this situation in the morning.” A tired and slightly annoyed huff slipped past his nose and reluctantly nodded his head in agreement, making a soft kiss noise in your direction as sleep fully enveloped his senses.

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[emmadoodle]

My brain is screaming at me to share this, Sapnap is a big fan of back, head, back of the neck, and ear scratches when he's down or mentally or physically exhausted

The fact that you sent this while I am OBSESSING over neck tickles is like a miracle askldfhjlk

Literally like people can just tell he wants these little soft tickles, he just gives off this aura when it happens and anyone around him just can't help themselves to just skitter their nails all over his neck and then down to his back from there.

It probably happens a lot when the dteam are snuggling while watching a movie., Dream's hand just always gravitates to start gently scratching at his scalp while messing with his hair. Goosebumps raise on Sap's arm as he sighs contently and snuggles closer to his older friend.

Or sometimes when he's lying on the couch just kinda scrolling through his phone all melancholy he feels a dip in the couch and then hands expertly tickling up and down his back until he's a little giggling mess and can't even remember why he was down asdklfjh.

that's just such a cute thought thank you :(