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toxophilitis · 4 months

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Horny Peeping Sister cont

Chapter 4

In the next few afternoons, Becky and Tom spent plenty of time in bed together. They experimented, learning different ways to please themselves and each other. Sometimes they fucked hard, and sometimes they fucked tenderly. But always they fucked with one ear open, ever alert for their mother.

As they grew more comfortable with their new-found sexuality, Becky relaxed enough to confide in her brother her excitement when it came to watching other people fuck. Tom was thrilled—and relieved—that Becky did not hold his voyeuristic tendencies against him. So, each pleased that the other was also erotic-minded, they decided to go out together one night and see what sexy scenes they could discover in their neighborhood.

They devised a plan where Tom would tell their mother that he had to go over to a friend’s house one evening to work on a school project. That same evening, Becky agreed to leave her piano lessons a bit early, telling her teacher she had to get home to help her mother. The plan went off without a hitch and the two met just as it was getting dark in an alley not far from their house.

“We’ll try the house on Guava first,” Tom suggested, leading his sister down the back passageway. “They like to have a quick evening fuck once in a while.”

“You mean you’ve watched them before?” Becky asked, trying to walk quietly.

“Sure! Did you think that I just started, like you?”

“Well, no,” Becky replied. “But I didn’t know you knew so much about what other people do.”

“I don’t really know much at all,” Tom laughed. “I just know who likes to fuck and when—and who doesn’t close their curtains. Now come on!”

They hurried down one block, and up the next. Ahead of her, Becky could see one brightly lit window and she felt her stomach tighten when she realized it was their goal. Tom’s hunch had been right. There were people in that room!

“What’d I tell ya?” Tom giggled. “Those horny sons of bitches can’t keep their hands off each other!”

Brother and sister moved around the trashcans across the alley from the back bedroom window, covering themselves as best they could. Then they crouched down and Becky’s eyes went wide when she got her first good look at two people actually fucking.

“I can’t believe it,” she sighed. “Look at them go! How can she take it?”

“I don’t know,” Tom mumbled. “But I know I can’t. Feel this!”

He took her hand and guided it to the front of his pants. Without taking her eyes off the hot sight in front of her, Becky felt his hard-on pounding against the fly of his jeans. She gave it an absent little squeeze and then let it go. Watching other people fucking was such a tremendous new experience, it took all of her concentration.

Inside the sparsely furnished bedroom, an older man and a very young girl were both naked on the bed. The girl, her face turned slightly away from Becky and Tom, was on her hands and knees and the man was taking her from behind with long, powerful strokes. The short dark curls on the girl’s head bounced when he rammed his cock into her, but she seemed to enjoy it. She held her body taut and absorbed his fucking power by slamming her ass back at him each time he filled her with his cock-meat.

As if from a distance, Becky heard her brother slide his zipper down.

Then she sensed as much as heard him start to stroke his rigid prick.

Becky was getting plenty hot herself. The idea of spying on other people while they fucked had excited her but not nearly as much as actually doing it did. She could feel her cunt getting all soft and squishy and she shifted around, rubbing herself against the crotch seam of her jeans.

“Turns you on, huh?” Tom whispered, his hands moving on his cock while he grinned at his obviously excited sister.

“Yeah,” Becky croaked. “Even more than I thought it would.”

Tom laughed, a low and dirty sound. “You gettin’ wet?” he asked.

Becky didn’t have to answer because her brother reached over and cupped the crotch of her jeans. Becky knew her cunt was very juicy and from the way her brother sighed she knew too that her cunt-cream had soaked the crotch of her pants.

“Runnin’ like a river,” Tom sighed, massaging her wet crotch and feeling it become even wetter.

In her crouched position, Becky opened up her thighs and balanced herself on just her tiptoes. With one hand she held onto a nearby trashcan to keep from falling. She pushed her cunt back against her brother’s groping hand and began to pant, his fingers thrilling her even through the covering of denim.

“Wait a minute,” she finally sighed, pulling away from Tom.

His hand again free, Tom went back to jacking on his cock while Becky quickly popped the snap of her jeans and stood up just long enough to pull them and her panties down around her ankles. Then she crouched back down beside him, her naked cunt giving off an odor in the night air.

“Yeahhh,” Tom sighed, guiding her one hand to his prick and then going back to work on her pussy, “this is gonna work out just fine.”

Becky whimpered her agreement as her fingers closed around the swollen shaft of his prick and his hand pressed against her steaming cunt. She felt a gob of her pussy-juice ooze out and smear his palm.

Tom’s cock was cool against her fingers, but after just a few quick strokes, it grew hotter and straighter than ever. She glanced down at it briefly and noticed the sexy way that it stuck out from the open crotch of his pants. Then her eyes flicked back to the horny couple in the bedroom.

The young girl, Becky was sure that she was even younger than she was herself, was down on her elbows with the man still giving it to her from behind. Her back was arched sharply and her naked ass quivered each time she took all of his prick-meat. Sometimes her face was pressed down against her arms and sometimes she tossed it back, rolling it around on her shoulders when she particularly liked the way the older man fucked her.

The man wore an expression of dominance and ecstasy. He gripped the girl around the waist, his fingers nearly reaching all the way around her. As he fucked into her with all his strength, he also pulled her toward him, making sure she got all the cock-meat there was to be had. From time to time he held her ass pressed against the base of his prick and rolled his hips from side to side, wiggling his prick around in the depths of the girl’s speared cunt-channel.

“Incredible,” Becky sighed, her fingers automatically running up and down the length of her brother’s cock. “In-fuckin’-credible.”

Tom gave another dirty laugh and then jabbed his sister’s cunt with two fingers. Her pussy gripped his fingers very tightly. When he pulled them out, they were slick with her juices, and he smeared those juices across the exposed point of her thrusting clit.

Becky gasped and gave his prick a squeeze of appreciation. She was still very turned on by watching other people fucking, but as she got more used to the idea, found it easier to do two things at once, namely watching them and jerking her brother off.

She rubbed the pearl of pre-cum that she knew without even looking was at the tip of his cock around his straining prick-tip and listened with satisfaction as he sighed in pleasure. Then she gripped his cock tightly and worked the loose outer skin back and up over the solid inner core, feeling her crouching brother wriggling with mounting fuck-lust.

“That feels great,” he panted. “Do you like what I’m doing to your pussy?”

“Y-yess,” Becky sighed, thrusting her pelvis out and opening her cunt up. “Fuck me!”

Becky spoke through gritted teeth, and Tom did as she asked. He pushed his fucking fingers deep inside of her and then opened them up like a pair of scissors, forcing them against the walls of her pussy.

“Oooh,” she gasped, feeling as if he was stretching the shape of her cunt-hole.

In retaliation she took her hand away from his cock long enough to coat it with a pearly layer of spit. Then, her eyes still on the fucking couple, she smeared the tip of his prick with her wetness and proceeded to smooth the lubricant all down the sides of his prick.

“Ahhh,” Tom moaned, “yeahhh.”

Becky’s hand moved faster and smoother than ever now with the layer of spit between it and the loose skin of Tom’s hard-on. She relaxed her wrist and beat his meat just as he had taught her during their few but furious days of fucking.

As she massaged his cock, she made sure that her fingertips stayed against the sensitive vein that ran the length of his prick-shaft. Becky didn’t understand why but her brother was extra-sensitive on that spot and so she massaged it, wanting to please him as much as possible.

Above her own panting she could hear her brother’s loud breathing. They were turning each other on with their hands and fingers, making their young fuck-parts hum with arousal. Becky had never dreamed that anything could feel so good as fingering her brother while he fingered her and they both spied on another couple fucking.

Inside the house the young girl that now making push-up motions with her arms. Sometimes her upper body was flat against the rumpled bed, her small tits squished beneath her. Other times she held herself up, her back straight, her tits pointing downward, two pink cones of flesh. But whatever she did seemed to excite the man more, and he fucked her with quicker strokes than ever, jarring her with his fucking prick.

Becky found herself moving with the same rhythm as the girl who was getting fucked. As the girl took the man’s cock, Becky rocked forward and back, helping her brother fuck her with his pointed fingers. The night air was cool against the soft skin of Becky’s bare legs, but up toward her crotch she was as hot as a pistol.

With one hand tight around her brother’s prick and the other bracing her up against the trashcan, Becky could move only a little. But even that small bit of motion was enough in this sexy setting. She watched the man move his hands from the girl’s waist to the soft cheeks of her ass. His fingers dug into her pliant flesh and the girl opened her mouth, obviously crying out in pleasure and pain. She wiggled her ass in the man’s grip and Becky felt her own pussy lurch. It was the most erotic thing she had ever witnessed, even better than the sexy photos that she and Vicky had shared.

Although he was an experienced voyeur and had watched this particular couple fucking before, tonight seemed special to Tom, too. His dark head bobbed as he jammed his fingers into his sister’s pussy and moved with her hand, helping it jack him off. Her cunt-juice felt oily as it filled his hand and ran down to his wrist. How he wished he could fuck Becky right now just like the man in the house was fucking the young girl. Who was she? Tom wondered. Was she his daughter, or maybe his daughter’s friend, or maybe a babysitter? Tom’s horny mind went wild with the possibilities, and he fucked Becky’s cunt with his hand all that much better.

Becky rocked from side to side, making Tom’s fingers move more inside of her. Sometimes he gouged at the soft inner tissues of her pussy with his fingernails and it hurt her a little bit. But her soothing juices and his usually satisfying finger-fucking were quick to ease her pain and she thrust out to meet him, her cunt sucking around his jamming digits.

“Think she’s his kid?” Tom panted, his mouth very near to his sister’s ear. The question caught Becky off guard, and she only moaned in response.

“She can’t be his wife, do you think? She doesn’t look that old, and I can’t see any ring,” Tom continued, his hips thrusting up through the circle of Becky’s fingers as he spoke.

Becky moaned.

“Do you know her?” he asked, quickly looking over at Becky’s flushed face.

Becky absently shook her head.

Tom grinned when he saw how hot she was. Her whole face was distorted with passion and her tongue hung out the corner of her mouth. It was no wonder she couldn’t answer him, the boy realized.

“You’re almost there, huh?” he asked, his laughing eyes now trained on Becky.

“Uh-huh,” she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head as he rubbed his greasy fingers across her clit.

“Then let’s go!”

Becky almost lost her delicate balance as her brother tore into her cunt with a new kind of frenzy. His fingers, now three of them, filled the mouth of her cunt completely and he let them fly in and out of the fluttering opening. Then, to further her pleasant torture, he began to revolve his thumb over her clit while he fucked her with his other fingers.

“Oh Tom!” she gasped as her fingers, too, increased their speed up and down the shaft of his prick.

For many minutes the two teenagers pounded each other like never before. Becky bit her bottom lip with the power of her efforts and Tom panted like a stallion, his balls rolling around until they slipped from the confines of his jeans and dangled in the night air. As Becky pumped his prick, his balls began to dance, jerked and jarred by her violent fucking motions.

Their eyes grew wider and wider as it became apparent that the man in the house was about to come. His fucking strokes became frantic and then he jammed his cock into the girl completely and bent forward, over her back, gripping her hanging tits and hugging her to him. Becky and Tom could see the way his ass twitched and they each imagined the thick stream of jism that he was depositing far up inside the young girl.

Tom’s prick vibrated in his sister’s hand as he watched the little brunette grind her parted ass-cheeks against the base of the man’s creaming cock. Her cheek was against the bed and her back sloped upward to meet the man’s hairy belly. Her ass twitched back and forth just a little bit, wringing the last of his come from his beefy balls.

Becky slammed her hand from the base of his prick-head to the root of his cock, holding his shaft tightly in her sweaty hand. Tom jerked his hips too, and together they brought him off just as the man in the house began to stir, picking himself up off the back of the kneeling girl.

“Yeah, Beckkky!” he gasped, keeping his voice low. “Uhhh!”

Becky’s hand jacked furiously on his spewing prick and his cream flew off in every direction. Becky took a few drops of it against her jacking hand and a few more on her bare legs and the side of one cheek. She stuck her tongue out and tried to lick away the bits of his cream that dotted her face.

As he came, Tom let his fingers slack off in their fucking of her. But his come was a quick one and before the man had even pulled his cream-soaked cock from the cunt of the young girl, Tom’s moment had passed and he again focused his efforts on bringing off his sister.

Becky had been so close for so long that it didn’t take much for Tom to fuck her climax right out of her. Of course, he had some help as Becky watched the large older man coax the girl down onto her back and then fall between her splayed thighs to lick up his own cream.

“Oh fuck!” Becky gasped, the combination too much for her. “Here I come!”

“Do it baby, yeah!”

As much as he wanted to see the old man eating the young girl, Tom wanted to watch his sister come even more. Now, in the subdued light, he saw her face contort and her eyes roll as he felt her pussy dance around his embedded fingers. He kept his hand moving and it slid around in her juicy, climaxing cunt, instantly making the boy’s cock hard as a rock again.

Becky sighed and moaned, her knees waving apart and together around her brother’s pumping hand. The knuckles of the hand that gripped the trashcan went white with the effort as Becky swooned with pleasure and satisfaction. Her cunt pulsed with her climax, one moment feeling very taut and the next very loose and open. Tom kept fucking her until the last shudder passed through her body. Then he gavce her a moment to recouperate before he patted her moist, naked ass and shocked her back to reality.

“Come on,” he said, struggling to get his new hard-on into his pants.

“We better get home before Mom has a cow.”

He took Becky’s hand and helped her unsteadily to her feet. Like a zombie she pulled up her pants and ran her fingers through her hair. Then, with Tom waiting to follow in a few minutes, she took one last look at the hot pussy-eating that was going on in the house and hurried off toward her home.

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pandorasfavorite · 1 month

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-sharing a hotel room and overhearing him masturbate (and moaning readers name)

-a stripper au

-dom and reader are in a feud and yk

-more needy dom bc im a slut for needy dom

1 Hour of Privacy

AN: You already know the drill... this is filthy and I didn't read over it

...ya'll already know how bad I love the idea of him doing this...

You fell in love with him by mistake. For months you have been blessed with the company of Dominik Mysterio, and the proximity with him made it hard not to fall in love. Not that you didn't try and avoid the feeling. You were positive that you were hiding your feelings well, and that no one would be able to tell what was going through your mind every time you looked at him.

Without your knowledge, the Judgment Day knew, apart from Dominik of course. Lovers always tend to be oblivious in that way. So after a long 4-hour drive; with Dominik pressed beside you in the backseat of the van, The Judgment Day arrived at the hotel. Everyone gets their own room on travel days without any problems, but of course, there had to be a problem. There were 5 people and only 4 rooms... Rhea's face brightened in an instant.

"DIBS NOT!", she said quickly and touched the tip of her nose, Damian and Finn followed the action without even thinking about it. You looked at Dominik and the idea of sharing a bed and room with him, made your face flush a deep red. Dominik's brain has finally caught up after seeing all the eyes on him, he turns his head to look at you slowly. You felt like maybe you were imagining his lips turning up in a smile.

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You turned the handle and pushed open the door, letting out a sigh at the single bed that you already knew was there. Not that it made seeing it any easier. Sure you weren't opposed to laying beside the man you love, but trying to act normal while doing it was the real challenge. He sniffs awkwardly and motions towards the bed with one hand, "You can pick which side you want". So he also wasn't opposed to the idea. You nod shly; doing your best to avoid eye contact with him while you could still help it.

You sat on the bed and closed your eyes, willing yourself to relax and not give yourself away. Dominik on the other hand felt the opposite, he was excited to have the night with you, to talk to you, and to be in your presence. Being around you made his heart rate quicken and his throat constricts every time he wanted to talk to you. Dominik noticed how tense you were and the way you were hanging off the edge of the bed; so far away from him. "You okay?", he asks to move just an inch closer to you on the bed.

Dominik's voice relaxed you in ways that could only be explained by the notion of love. You smiled at his caring question and the way the bed dipped at the weight of him moving in closer. You nod (though he probably couldn't see it) and you quietly say, "Yeah I'm okay". You turn around after speaking to smile at him. To show him and confirm that you truly are okay, that you didn't mind getting to stay with him. Dominik didn't have to know you were worried about him discovering your feelings, only that you were happy to be there with him.

Dominik nods and looks away bashfully. After the long drive, you were starving and wanted to go down to the lobby and find a place to get food. Therefore you told Dominik what was on your mind, “I think I’m going to go find some food, I’ll be back in uhhh, an hour maybe”, you say while standing up and slipping your shoes on. Dominik eyes follow your every movement, his silence made you look up for a response. He replied at your expecting look, “Yeah- yeah okay see you in an hour”. He sounded a bit conflicted like something just randomly started to distract his mind.

From that point on you left the room to go find something to eat as planned. While you were scavenging the hotel for assistance and food Dominik was stuck up in the room.

The moment the door clicked into place behind you Dominik threw off his shirt and laid back against the headboard. He was above the covers and his hand was moving down towards the hem of his pants. He hesitated, re-considering what he was about to do, and who he was going to do it to. But then his mind flashes back to memories of you just moments ago, and you never looked better to him. "Fuck it", he says to himself and pushes his hand down his pants and he pulls out his semi-hard cock. His pants are pushed down halfway down his legs just in case he has to stop in a hurry, but part of him knows you always make him cum quick.

Dominik sinks further into the bed, relaxing his body as he strokes his cock slow and tedious. Every tug of his hand has his mind reeling back to you and how'd you react to coming in and seeing him laid out on the bed jerking off. Would you be disgusted and yell at him? His cock twitches at the thought. Or maybe you'd walk in and do the work for him. Your bright eyes and perfect face looking up at him as the tip of his cock just barely slips inside of your mouth.

Dominik groaned at the feeling the idea brought to him, the image alone was making it hard for him to stop the face pace he managed. His lips are parted and his eyes are closed as he spends his time thinking of the different ways he would fuck you, and the ways you'd take him. What Dominik fantasized the most was about you on top of him in any way. He wanted you to sit on his face until it got hard to breathe, even then he wanted to devour you and never let you up.

The more he thinks about it the faster his strokes get and the precum is leaking from his tip down, making it only feel closer to what imagined you felt like. Subconsciously your name falls from his lips in sync with the jolts of his hips....

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No places were open except for the fucking gas station, but it wasn't something you would let ruin your night. You walked inside and got a couple drinks and snacks you knew Dom would like also. You had only been gone for nearly 20 minutes, so you hoped Dominik was not looking forward to much alone time as intended. You rode the elevator up and again you felt that giddy feeling inside when Dominik was close. Each step closer to the door made your stomach flutter.

You stand in front of the door and a noise throws you off. Like you actually jolted back in shock at how it sounded. You check the door number and stare at it for a second, clearly trying to convince yourself this isn't your room. But the grunting noise happens again from behind the door and then the groan of your name. At the sound you let out a tiny gasp, setting the bags on the floor so you could properly press you ear to the door. And then you heard it again by that familiar voice you hear in your head all the time.

So Dominik was jerking off. NO BIG DEAL! 'but it was to me', you reminded yourself. Your blush and newfound wetness between your legs at the sounds were justified. Dominik liked you in that type of way at least, and you felt pulled by the magnet of his voice to push open the door. Therefore the door slings open and the bags you just picked up fall out of your hands. You knew what you were walking into, but you weren't expecting this....

Dominik's head was lolled back and his hand was vigorously pumping his cock that is steadily leaking precum. At the sound of the door and the bags falling Dominik sits up in panic and instantly starts pulling his pants up from his legs. He covers himself and can only bring himself to look at you with the widest eyes and a shameful expression. You don't say anything because you have been blown away at the sight. Dominik Mysterio (your long-term crush), had a thick cock and was moaning your name, in the bed that you both were to share. He is the first to talk, or more so stutter out an apology, "I'm sorry. I- I thought you were going to be gone longer" he rubbed the back of his neck anxiously.

Possibly it was a strike of confidence or the undeniable feeling you felt in the pit of your stomach but you started moving towards Dominik. You sit down beside his legs, your eyes moving over his bare chest and his unbuttoned pants. Dominik's chest is moving up and down quickly and he's nervous about what you planned on saying. You smile at him and you put a hand on his leg while making eye contact with him, "I heard you moaning my name". Your outright acknowledgment of what you had heard made Dominik's eyes go back to that innocent look he wore so well.

You crawled over him, forcing his body to lay back a bit more so you could be face-to-face with him while being on his lap. "Now you have me here, what are you gonna do about it?", you're so close Dominik feels like he will collapse if his lips don't touch yours instantly. So he does, he pulls himself up just enough to press his lips to yours in the way he wanted to for months. The reality felt so much better than any fantasy that lived in his mind. He was so deprived of your touch, that when you pulled back a short sound of protest fell from his lips. He realized he was utterly under your control in every context. And you knew that too.

"What were you thinking about?", you ask him in a whisper that fans across his lips, the air only bringing him into another illusion of your lips. You sit and wait for his answer that never comes. Dominik is in a trance looking at you, he already looks fucked out and nothing has happened yet. Your fingers slide through his hair and you tug on it, bringing his glazed-over eyes to fully focus on you. "What?", he asks and you feel his nervous hands slide down your hips and then right back up. You grind down on him eliciting a moan, only to whisper in his ear, "What were you jacking off to Dominik?" you said with little patience now.

You analyze his every expression and every movement his body makes. He swallows, was he nervous or preparing himself to speak? He breathes out a shaky breath and his eyes are fighting to stay looking at you, "Thinking about you- on my face, on top of me" he exhales like a weight has been taken off his shoulders. Dominik is watching you take off your clothes at his admission and he swears his head is getting foggy. Every aspect of your body was beyond beautiful and even more perfect than he dared to imagine. You had pushed Dominik down completely on his back and your bare body was close to hovering over his chest. "Do you want this?", you pant in the excitement that is captivating your body.

"Yeah, more than anything. Fuck I'll do anything to taste you", he says and he almost squeezes your waist to the point of bruising. His cock was aching in desperation for relief and only you could give him what he needed. Finally, you hover over his face, waiting for Dominik's tongue to swipe across your pussy. Dominik's tattooed hands slide down your back and push you completely on his face. Your puffy pussy slides against his tongue and the taste of you and the feeling of you on his tongue makes his cock twitch. You can hear Dominiks muffled groans and praises that you had only imagined in your head.

"So wet angel. Soaked for me", he laughs as his tongue sinks inside of you only to be pulled back when you moan loud enough to wake up the whole hotel. With every swipe and suck on your clit and pussy, you feel yourself getting pulled closer to that desired feeling that you can't run from. The feeling is so intense and the way Dominik was squeezing your ass from behind only made the situation hotter. Your hand comes down into his hair and your thighs are tightening around his head. You're worried he can't breathe but when you try to get up Dominik yanks you back down, "Don't fucking try it" he grits and the vibrations of his voice make your back arch in bliss.

Your pussy clenches around his tongue and your juices hit his tongue, Dominik's hips jolt and he is spewing out moans, cum coating his chin. His cock then spurts with cum and his tongue has slowed down significantly. After a few minutes of you combing through Dominik's hair while still sitting on his face, you make a better attempt at getting up. You grasp the headboard and you try to lift your body up from him. Dominik's hands are firm in keeping you rooted into the spot, and when you move he lets out a whine. "Please, I've been thinking of this for months. Please wait angel, let me taste you a little longer". You stopped hovering and gave him a smile, sitting back on his face so his tongue could work you out until his jaw hurt.

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writerpetals · 6 months

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view from 4-B: pulse | 🔞

; optional male lead smut | ☁️

w; exhibitionism, ass play, toys, pillow humping ... y'all i wrote this 5ish years ago after i discovered vibrating butt plugs you could control with your phone were a thing. gotta love technology!

view from 4-B au; view from 4-B ride going down? pulse impressions tantalize getting caught

Your relationship with him has been anything but ordinary. From the beginning when you would fantasize while watching him dance in his living room, to the point where you grabbed his attention by leaving your blinds open and got yourself off for his viewing pleasure, has been nothing short of a wild ride for the both of you. Even now as the two of you have grown so much closer, you don’t mind keeping the ride rolling and experimenting with your desires for one another.

He is far from shy in daring you to go further, realizing as much once he entered your apartment with a shiny, new box in hand wrapped in a black and silver bow. As your face twists in confusion upon noticing the excitement sparking in his eyes, he uncovers the black, silicone plug within to earn a slacked jaw and mutters of his name.

“It will be fun,” he promises with a smirk, and even if your heart races as he guides you to the bed to undress every article of clothing from your body, you have to admit you’re just as excited to try something new.

Like always, the curtains are wide and the blinds remain open, sunlight pouring into your bedroom to glow against your naked body waiting for his touch, stomach flat against the bed and chin resting atop your folded arms. He doesn’t hesitate to straddle your legs, gaining the perfect view of your ass rising just for him and begging to be touched. Through the fabric of thin, gray sweatpants you can feel him hardening against your body at just the sight.

A breathy chuckle tells you he’s noticed your impatience, quickly rummaging through the box at his side for something before you hear the pop of a cap. Your body tenses, heart beating just a bit faster before one of his palms presses to the flesh of your ass. You can’t help but to moan, feeling him squeeze gently, working out the tension in your body from the nerves and soon your eyes are fluttering to a close.

“Is it going to hurt?” you ask casually, sighing as you melt into the palm of his hand.

“No, baby,” he reassures with another chuckle, playfully smacking your ass with gentle fingers. “I’m going to make you feel good.”

You believe him, even if your insides begin to shake and your stomach performs back flips. Goosebumps make a sudden appearance over your skin the moment he grips your ass again with one hand to part your folds, getting a better view of your slit beginning to glisten. Your hips push toward him, asking for more even if the nerves bubble inside of you, so desperate for his touch when he’s barely even started.

He releases a groan at the gesture seconds before tipping the bottle to squeeze a few drops of lubricant against your ass. Immediately you twitch, the unexpected sensation taking you by surprise, but he soothes your worries with his palm against your body.

“Relax, baby,” he says in a soft tone, easing your body flat against the bed once more. In seconds your hips jerk once again as you feel an index finger brush over your tightened rim. A gasp follows the motion, eyes popping open before screwing shut once he circles your ass with his finger ever so slowly. “How does that feel?” Always vocal and concerned, he asks with words strained against his tongue.

“Nice,” you coo after a few seconds, allowing him to take his time while relaxing beneath his touch.

“Feels good?” he double checks, beginning to push the tip of his finger past your rim. The reply doesn’t come immediately, getting lost in the moment and the pressure he’s applied. He feels you stiffen beneath him once again, causing him to freeze until you release a soft whimper.

“Mhm,” you hum after a few moments, giving him the reassurance he needs to continue. His long, slender finger pushes farther inside of you, earning a gasp when he reaches the second knuckle. You whine and squeeze yourself around him, but all he can do is chuckle as he soothes your body with his other hand against your ass.

“Relax,” he repeats, drawing his finger away to ease the digit back in once again. The second time isn’t as shocking, deciding you like the feel of his fingers entering you however he wants, and moaning his name in response. “Do you like that, baby?”

“Yes,” you simply say, gulping. Even though your reply is honest, you can only feel how much you’re aching to be touched in other places thanks to the pleasure he’s giving your ass. Your clit begins to throb and ache with need as the desires grow, hips rising to ask him without words for more once your juices begin to drip from your core. His name is all you can manage to whimper, exhaling deeply while feeling him continue to pump his finger and out of you at a careful pace.

“What is it, baby?” he asks just as he pulls his finger from within, only to begin to insert a second digit a moment later.

Your hips jerk from the bed, fingers gripping the sheets beneath you so tight your knuckles fade. The sting from the stretch only lasts a moment before bliss takes over once again, with him being oh so careful not to rush, gentle with his every motion until the moment he hears you whimper in pleasure once again.

You whine his name for the second time, gaping a moment later as he drags his two fingers out of your ass and slowly drives them back in. The ache between your thighs grows, and you can only imagine the sight he has viewing his fingers deep in your ass while your slit drips as you contract your muscles around him. You want to be full of him, feeling so empty in your soaked center, with your swollen, pulsing bud aching, dying to earn some attention as well.

The sound of a cap popping open after his opposite hand leaves your body pulls you from your desperation for a moment. A few more drops of lubricant are squeezed onto his fingers seconds before he picks up pace. You tighten yourself around him once again, squeezing harder as he fucks your ass with his fingers to earn breathy whimpers and gasps.

“Please,” you call out for him, hips jutting toward him to the best of your ability with his weight still holding you in place. A chuckle, more devilish, darker, raspier, than the last is all you receive in return in your attempt in garnering his attention in other places, causing you to gulp before whining like a needy puppy for his touch.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he taunts you, setting the bottle aside for now to press a thumb to your hot and swollen lips, parting your folds for him to get a better view. The action earns a desperate cry of his name. Even the smallest of touches have an exaggerated reaction thanks to how worked up he’s gotten you. “You’re dripping all down your pussy just for me. Does it turn you on this much for me to tease your ass like this?”

As his words grow more sinful, your body flushes with a wave of heat, growing far too hot as he speaks and you do not dare reply. All you can do is release soft, desperate moan after moan once he begins to brush his thumb over your folds, rubbing along the length of your slit, from your mound to your entrance and back again. A shiver courses through you, loving his touch more than anything, but needing so much more of him.

“I think you’re ready for the plug, baby.”

It’s like music to your ears, knowing once he has had his fun and is satisfied enough with the plug inside of you he will finally touch you. As he pulls his fingers from within the relief fills you only for a moment, body relaxing against the bed even though you’re hot, desperate, and achy. The cap to the bottle pops again, not even needing to look behind you to know he is lathering up the plug before setting the lubricant aside.

Once the silicone tip presses to your entrance, you tense all over again. However, as he presses the hand not holding the plug to your ass before he slips his fingers down to your slit once again, your stiff body does nothing but yearn for him. Your hips rise, feeling him begin to press the plug tighter against your ass just as his index finger circles your entrance.

He aligns another finger to your slit seconds before pushing both digits inside of your drenched walls. A sudden gasp erupts from your lips, so satisfied and full of his fingers finally. Unsteady hands grip the sheets tighter and your body trembles beneath him the moment he begins to ease the digits in and out while pressing the plug to your ass. Pleasure consumes you, even if you’re far beyond overwhelmed as the silicone tip eases past your rim to stretch you open.

Two of his fingers continue to massage your walls while he pushes farther, only a bit more before he’s pushing and pulling the tip of the plug past your tight rim just like he’s doing his fingers in your pussy. He’s working you up, driving your body wild, but soothing the tension in every muscle with pure bliss. No longer can you hold back your moans, feeling his fingers curl within you while slipping the plug farther inside of your ass.

Then he freezes for a moment, allowing you to adjust as his fingers come to a pause and he pulls the plug away where only the very end is even touching you. Instantly you’re empty, needing more, dying to be full with a just brush of release at your fingertips, but he continues to take his time. Then he eases the plug into your tight heat once again, a well-deserved gasp slipping from your lips the moment he pushes farther inside of you. Once again he’s fucking you with his fingers, enjoying the way your juices coat his flesh, arousal dripping all the more as he plays with your ass with the new toy.

He’s enjoying the view. The way he groans, and huffs, and even the sound of him licking his lips being heard lets you know just how much. The way you tighten around him has him wanting to growl, growing stiffer in his sweatpants the longer he watches the sinful sight unfold. His patience remains intact, however, not wanting to rush the moment and only wanting to bring you the most pleasure possible from his little experiment.

As he pushes the plug to its widest width, another gasp spills from within. Your eyes close tight, entire body quivering beneath his weight and he doesn't stop. The amount of pressure filling you up has your blood rushing to your head in a burst of sudden dizziness, yet his fingers slipping in and out of your dripping pussy ease the tension enough for him to keep going. He presses harder, but slowly, drawing out shaky breaths and whimpers and once the plug is completely inside of you, he releases a deep groan at the view before him.

“Fuck, baby,” he says while heaving a sigh. “You're so fucking wet, dripping all over my fingers.”

You were safe to assume as much, but hearing him speak the words ignites a fire within you.

“You look so fucking perfect like this, baby.”

You clench around him at his words, around the neck of the plug, whining his name, so desperate for release. Every inch of you from the waist down aches with desire, which only worsens the moment he pulls his fingers from within you.

Even a pouty, eager whine can't stop him as he slips off of the bed and makes his way to the bathroom to clean his hands of the sticky lubricant. Once you hear the water rushing from the faucet, you're quick to push your hips from the bed to slip a hand between your thighs. Relief floods you the moment your fingers press to your aching, swollen clit, feeling just how wet he has made you as the slick arousal coats your skin.

Lost in your own bliss swelling from the pit of your stomach, you don’t even notice when he returns to watch the events take place. He pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of your hand between your thighs, trying to relieve the pressure he’s caused. A simple groan from deep within his chest doesn’t even pull you back to reality, too wrapped up in the way your fingers ease the tension in every inch of your worked up body.

It’s only until his weight shifts over the bed do you realize he’s returned. He’s quick to grab your hips, allowing your hand to fall to the bed as you press your aching, dripping slit against his stiff cock beneath his sweats. When you reach between your thighs again, he is quick to form a tight grip on your arm, pinning your wrist to the small of your back as your face presses against the sheets.

“Nah uh, baby,” he teases, so cocky and full of himself, knowing how much he’s worked you up and he’ll be damned if he lets you touch yourself so willingly. “I have other plans for you.” His voice is nothing but a strained whisper, loving to watch you struggle beneath his grasp.

A mutter of his name earns a dark chuckle, the desire to find release fueling his ego. “Please.”

He ignores your cries, pressing his hips to your ass, cock straining against your slit and the base of the plug deep within you. The gesture earns another whimper, a simple plea to give you what you wish, but you can already picture the devious smirk on his lips as he studies the way you tremble in his hold.

“You know,” he begins with a huff, trying to collect his thoughts when the feel of you pressing your ass against him has him so lost for words, “I think about when you used to tease me with your pillow. The way you would leave your blinds open, using it to get yourself off just so I would notice.”

Another unsteady call of his name has him gripping your hips tighter.

“I want you to do that for me, baby,” he groans, running the palm of his hand along your spine, feeling your back bend beneath him, pressing yourself harder against his painfully erect cock. “Use your pillow again for me. Show me how good it feels.”

You can barely register his request. Your mind buzzes with the need for release and the fact that you’re already so full with the plug buried in your ass, yet you crave his touch more than ever. Your thighs continue to tremble, a certain ache setting in between your thighs and it can only be cured by coming undone. Yet, he draws out the moment, one hand on your hip, the other hand pressed to your back, loving the way you press against him and beg for more with your body.

“What do you say, baby?” he asks, lowering his palm to your ass before giving your flesh a light smack, sending you forward before you’re falling against him once again. “Can you do that for me? Will you get yourself off in front of me again?”

It’s hard to say no when you’re so worked up. When you want nothing more than to please him, so in return, he will please you. That fact alone, mixed with him trying the new toy on you, makes you willing to comply with his request. A simple nod of your head tells him you’ll try, feeling him release his hold on you for you to grab the pillow near the head of the bed.

“Go ahead, baby,” he encourages, eyes narrowing as he watches you fumble with the pillow covered in a white, silk pillowcase. Your fingers wrap around the soft edges, body still quivering as you adjust to movements with the plug in your ass, before you fold the pillow in half to stuff between your unsteady legs.

You don’t dare look his way, knowing you’ll be too overwhelmed with embarrassment. There is something about having him so close, so in control as he guides you to get yourself off, that has you weak in the knees as you lower yourself onto the silky fabric. In an instant your juices are seeping through the thin material to stain its surface as you press your folds against the pillow, so worked up and dying to come, but he enjoys watching you struggle with the need to release and please him all at once.

Your hips begin to move as his eyes darken with lust, clouded in desire watching you do as he says. He’s settled on the end of the bed, eyes studying the curve of your thighs and the width of your hips moving ever so slowly against the pillow, lip tucked between his teeth and hand reached to palm his cock through his sweatpants. A whimper of his name is ignored, with your eyes shutting so tight you become dizzy, the base of the plug rubbing against the pillow to cause your sensitive nerves to bubble in electricity throughout your body.

When he reaches to pull his phone from his pocket with his hand not currently resting on his cock, your eyes flutter open to see him press the screen with his thumb a few times. You think he’s only going to snap a picture or two for his safe keeping, and you wouldn’t be upset in the slightest with the idea of him having the memories.

But when a devilish smirk forms over his lips, seconds before he presses the screen once more, you receive the shock of your life as the plug buried deep in your ass comes alive with mind-numbing vibrations. The sensations cause you to collapse with your hands pressed flat against the bed, body trembling, jaw slacking to release a gasp as the pleasure consumes you.

You cry out, panting, so breathless and struggling to form proper sentences. “What… the fuck?” You can’t help but to release a drawn out, desperate moan as the feeling erupts inside of you. Your motions stall, but you’re continuing to drip against the pillow, and quiver, and whimper senselessly over and over.

Only to receive a satisfied groan in response. “Keep going, baby,” he encourages, tightening his grip around his cock bulging through the thin material of his sweats. His knuckles fade in color and his breaths deepen, watching you struggle to follow his directions.

But you try your best to behave, following the instructions even if you can’t seem to balance yourself on anything other than trembling, weak arms. You press your center tight against the pillow again, brow wrinkling, lips remaining parted. After a few seconds, you gather the strength to rock your hips over the slick material, silk caressing your aching, throbbing clit, but it offers no release with the toy humming away inside of you.

“Please,” you beg for what feels like the millionth time. Weakness settles in your bones, unable to even steady yourself with the plug vibrating deep inside of you. “Please, I need you.” Finally, you lower yourself to the bed, ass rising in the air as you quiver and call out for him to offer his release.

“Baby,” he exhales, the sight affecting him much more than he wishes it did.

“Please, fuck me,” you whine again, aching to be touched, dying to have him inside of you. An overwhelming bliss takes hold of you, your entire body trembling with every word you speak, each time you beg him, with every cry of his name and plea to give you what you need.

His patience seems to be thinning. A simple groan from deep within his chest warns you as much. He’s so close to snapping, to giving in, and you don’t take long to pick up on the need filling him to the brim.

“I need to feel you inside of me,” you confess, voice wavering the longer the plug vibrates inside of you. You’re drenched, dripping down your thighs and a simple twist of your ass gives him the view to send him over the edge. “Fuck me. Please.” Like a cat in heat, with your ass in the air to tempt him, beg him, bring him closer to your body, you pull him from his stone-cold stance at last.

He’s quick to peel his clothes off his body after jumping off the bed, each piece falling to the floor faster than the last. His shirt goes flying over his head seconds before his jeans and boxer-briefs meet the thin fabric in a messy pile of the floor. Once his knees press against the mattress, you waste no time positioning yourself in front of him, ass searching for his body so he can have his way with you.

In seconds he’s gripping your hips to pull you close. His strong, eager fingers press to your skin to keep you in place, allowing your dripping, wet slit to caress his cock, feeling his warmth, his hardness, the way it twitches once it brushes against your folds and all of it causes him to release a shaky exhale in response.

The vibrations of the plug cause you to lose your mind waiting for him to enter you. Still, he takes his time, removing a hand from your hips to grip his cock with a tight fist. A groan filling your ears tells you he’s prepping himself, but it’s not like he needs it. He strokes himself a few times, and maybe he’s only enjoying the view with your ass up, face down, dying to be so full of him after he’s had his fun with the new toy.

“Please hurry,” you rush him, not being able to stop yourself as you wiggle your ass in front of him. He takes the hint well, the both of you too worked up to drag the moment on any longer. The desire to have you wrapped around him overtakes his need for fun and control, realizing as much when the tip of his cock presses to your entrance. “Please.”

The choked out, desperate pleas finally push him over the edge. It takes all of two seconds for him to tighten his fingers against your waist, moments before he’s thrusting his cock into your walls without warning. Your body immediately attempts to lunge forward from the pressure along with the sudden intrusion, but he’s good at keeping you in place. Not even a strained cry of his name along with a gasp can slow his pace as he begins thrusting in and out of you, having made himself far beyond frustrated from making you need him.

“Goddamn, baby,” he struggles to speak, voice so strained, so weak. A moment later he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you from the bed, steadying your body as your back arches and your fingers reach to grasp onto something, anything. Yet, they only land against his hands on you, nails digging into skin to leave remnants of the pure bliss filling you from head to toe. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

With his words barely above a whisper, you’re not sure if he’s telling you, or surprised at just how good it feels to be inside of you the same time the vibrating plug is buzzing away in your ass. Either way, you can’t complain, only whimpering his name repeatedly while your body trembles in his hold as the need to release grows near.

He suddenly loosens his grip on your body, back straightening as your palms press to the mattress, but he moves his hand higher to entangle strands of your hair around his fingers. A tight grip on the locks hold you in place as he fucks you from behind, cock hitting so deep within you white spots begin to fizzle behind your eyelids.

Just when you think you’ve taken all you can bear, he bends forward, chest pressing to your back with his mouth next to your ear. “Come for me, baby,” he growls, hips twitching against you, cock thrusting deeper inside of you. “Come all over my cock. I want to feel it.”

A shiver traces the edges of your spine at the devious words, too weak to reply, barely being able to hold yourself steady as he thrusts into you over and over. He feels you tightening around him, squeezing his cock with every pump of his hips and he can barely hold on himself.

“Let me hear you. Moan for me,” he orders, seconds before his teeth latch onto your ear and he tugs gently to show you he means the words. A shaky, less than confident moan of his name seems to suffice before he releases to press kisses against the back of your neck. “C’mon, baby, come for me,” he groans between kisses pressed to sweaty, flushed skin.

So overwhelmed and on the brink of sanity, you lose all control upon hearing the words. With his cock pumping deep inside of you, the vibrations of the plug sending waves of electricity to every last ounce, and his sinful tongue urging you to get lost in the pleasure, it only takes a few more seconds before you’re plummeting over the edge. A final cry gets caught in your throat before the heat bubbles from between your thighs to course through every inch of your body. You break down, arms collapsing, head falling to the bed, but he keeps his grip on your body while fucking you through a mind-numbing ecstasy.

Fingers grip the white linens you’ve made a mess of, lazily latching onto anything as the waves of pleasure course through you. He groans deeper, louder, becoming breathless upon feeling your walls contract as you soak his cock with your juices. You squeeze him oh so tight, urging his thrusts to quicken inside of you as he loses his control.

Once your body slumps against the bed, having no more energy left to even mutter his name once again, he mercilessly thrusts into you. His hips snap against your ass as the vibrations overwhelm you right along with his cock pumping deeper and deeper inside of you. Gaping, your eyes screw shut, having no voice left to even make so much as a whimper.

He holds your quivering, weak body tighter, driving his cock into you again and again until the edge of bliss draws near. His fingers clutch you tight enough to ache and his skin slapping against your own offers a blissful sting to mix with the overwhelmingness. One final, deep groan erupts from his sweaty, flushed chest before he’s spilling inside of you, releasing the tension seconds before his thrusts begin to slow.

His cock twitches deep within you, causing you to whimper while gaining your strength, loving how you’re so full of him even if the toy in your ass is nothing but an overwhelming distraction. His breaths are heavy once his motions still entirely, cock remaining buried within you until the moment he’s coming down from the bliss.

Once he releases his grip on your waist, he collapses next to you, forgetting all about the toy buzzing inside of you until you quietly whisper his name as a reminder. Even in a post-bliss haze, his eyes widened for a split second, searching for the device he tossed to the side so he can turn off the toy and ease the tension within you.

Once the vibrations finally come to a stop, you seem to release the most pent up breath, earning a chuckle from him as he hovers over top of you to press his lips to your forehead, never mind the sweat beading against your skin. You can’t help but to grin, even if you’re exhausted from the pleasure and being far too overwhelmed.

“I’m starting to think,” you sigh, feeling him grip your hips to turn you on your stomach, “you are bad for my health.” His naked body straddles your legs, palms running over your shoulders, down your back, and landing on your ass only a moment before he preps to ease the toy out of you.

“Oh?” he questions. “Why is that?”

“You cause me stress,” you tell him, though you giggle tiredly because you can’t seem to be serious with him.

“How so?” One of his palms kneads your ass while the other grips the base of the plug.

Then you sigh, heart fluttering as he takes good care of you and your body after working you up, just like he always does. He’s gentle, and caring, taking his time to make sure you’re comfortable even after doing the most sinful things with you.

“It’s a secret,” you hum, only because you don’t want to admit the real reason he begins to stress you out. “But it does have something to do with that new toy of yours.” A groan emits from your chest, earning a chuckle as he taps your ass playfully with his fingertips.

“Hm, it seemed to me like you were enjoying it.”

“I did. Truly I loved it,,” you tell him honestly, before glaring at him over your shoulder to lock eyes with his own, “but next time… fucking warn me that something vibrates before you put it inside of me.”

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sleepyhead0720 · 10 months

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May I request a one-shot with Luffy or Ace where Reader is painting a big portrait of them looking really cool?

Sure! I hope you enjoy<3 (you didn’t specify a lot so I added a couple things! Hope you don’t mind<3)

Masterlist

Woah…that looks like ME!

The crew just returned from a rather peaceful island, it was very calm to take a break and relax and not have to worry about the navy being after your boyfriend

During the small break though, you discovered that you enjoyed drawing! And we’re quite good at it too!

More specifically you liked drawing living things, you had been practicing all month, even after you guys departed from that island

You were planning on painting a portrait of luffy! You didn’t know why you wanted to, there wasn’t any special occasion aside from you wanting to see a big smile on your boyfriends face once you show him the portrait

It was meant to be a surprise for him till the it was ready. But of course, things didn’t go as plannned

You huffed and placed the painting brush down

You were almost done with the portrait, you just needed a a little more shad and it would look better

Maybe the next island will have more painting supplies

You didn’t really have to worry on leaving the portrait unintended since luffy was busy bothering Sanji for food and once you arrive to the next island, he would immediately get off the ship in search for food or something

You started packing your stuff up and put a black blanket over the painting

Once you put all the stuff away, you headed to the front deck to see if any island was in view

“Usopp! Is there anything yet?”

“Yes! It’s still far away but I can still see it, it’ll take a couple hours before we reach it”

He gave you a thumbs up

You smiled and headed to the kitchen expecting luffy to be there trying to eat everything in sight

“Y/n-san! What brings you here? Are you hungry?”

You turned to Sanji was already getting ready to cook something for you

“Yea kind of, where’s Luffy? I thought he was here?”

You started to panic a little considering you haven’t seen him at all

Sanji tilted his head

“I thought he was with you? He did say he was going to look for you,”

You panicked

What if he snuck into the room?

“Uh I gotta go really quick!”

You speed walked outside and started heading towards your room

As you got closer, you heard sounds inside as if something was moving there

You really hoped is was some sorts of animal and not luffy

As you peeked you head you saw luffy fidgeting with one of your paint brushes

“Luffy!”

He jumped and turned towards you

“Why are you snooping through my stuff??”

You crossed your arms while glaring at him slightly

“This is your stuff?”

He said bringing up one of your big paint brushes up to his face eyeing it curiously, he then starting brushing his face with it

“Y/n how come it’s so dirty? Is your face THAT dirty?”

You sighed

“No Luffy, it’s not makeup! And even if it was you don’t use it like that,”

“Oh”

You grabbed it and started organizing your stuff

“Is this yours too?”

You were too busy organizing your stuff to notice Luffy approaching your portrait,

But when you did, it was too late

“WAIT NO LUFFY!”

“Woah…That looks like ME!”

He said yelling excitedly pointing at himself and back at the painting

You sighed

“That IS you lu,”

As you started to pick the blanket up, he smiled eyed the painting in awe

It was him standing on top of a rock admiring the sunset, behind him was his straw hat flowing gently behind his back.

“Woah! I look so cool!! Where’d you buy this y/n? It looks straight out of the museum thingy’s!”

He turned towards you, you smiled at his excitement

“I didn’t, I drew it myself, it’s still not done and I was planning on giving to you once it was done,”

“Wait… YOU DID THIS??”

You nodded to which he grinned wildly

“It looks so cool!! Could you do one where me and you are fighting? Or maybe e two of us eating!! Could you, could you???”

He basically lunged at you with excitement raiding off him

You chuckled at his childish behavior

“Sure lu, but it takes a lot of time and I’m not even done with that one,”

He looked confused at your words

“What do you mean? It looks perfect to me!”

The both of you turned towards the portrait for different reasons

Luff because he was trying to find any imperfections

You because you tried to see all the flaws in it

“Well first of all-“

You cut yourself off, even if you did explain you doubted he would understand at all so you just said,

“I want to add more details,”

He still liked confused but accepted your answer

“Well ok! But you ARE doing more right??”

You smiled at him

“Of course Lu,”

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#one piece #one piece x you #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece oneshots #op luffy #monkey d luffy #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #luffy x you

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ahsokaismyqueen · 2 years

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Hold Me Tight

Pairing - Steve Harrington x HendersonSister!Reader

Summary - Ever since Prom, Steve and you had been growing closer to crossing that line from friendship to something more. During a hot summer day, a little more of that line gets crossed.

Word Count - 3.3k

Warnings - Basically two idiots being in love, but neither one of them ready to admit it and some language.

It was out of sheer desperation that you found yourself pulling into Steve Harrington’s driveway and almost cheering when you discovered that he had the day off as well. Of course, even if he had been working, ice cream would have been a great treat on this sweltering, humid day, but there was something about taking a dip in a cool pool that was calling your name.

And there was one person you knew that could provide you with that.

You were giddy as you walked to knock at his door, a large tote bag in one hand and a six pack in the other, a bribe if needed. You rang the doorbell, once, then twice when he didn’t answer, and your finger was about to press the button for a third time when the door creaked open and a very disheveled, shirtless, Steve Harrington answered the door.

Your mouth went dry as your eyes took in the gorgeous sight in front of you. It was obvious that you had woken the guy up. His hair was all over the place, stuck up in multiple different directions, and his eyes were blinking at you like his brain had not quite caught up with the fact that you were at his door yet. Your eyes on the other hand, continued their path down his face and neck, widening somewhat at the hair covered chest in front of you.

Guess they didn’t call him Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington just for the hair on his head.

Then he said your name in a raspy, sleep filled voice that made your heart clench so hard in your chest you were worried for a moment you were having a heart attack. “What are you doing here?” He asked, rubbing his eyes, and you couldn’t help but be grateful he hadn’t seemed to notice your ogling.

Focusing your gaze back on his face, you bit your lip as you concentrated back on the reason you were here. “We’re friends right? I mean I would even go as far as to say great friends.”

Steve was becoming more awake every second, it was clear in the way that he raised his eyebrows at you in confusion while a small smirk started to form on his lips. “Yeah . . . Any particular reason you’re declaring this at 9:00 a.m. on a Tuesday?”

You gave him the most charming smile you could, and pulled out your towel out of the bag you were carrying. “Do great friends get pool privileges? If they don’t -” You lifted up the six pack. “I brought a bribe.”

Steve took the six pack from you with a shake of his head, taking a step back to let you inside. “You didn’t have to wake me up for that. You can come use the pool whenever you want.” He said, putting his hand on the small of your back to lead you outside.

You tried to ignore how that made you feel. Instead, you beamed up at him, excited at the prospect of having a pool you could go to any time. “Are you serious?” Most of the time you had been stuck swimming at the public pool which was always too crowded. Steve’s nice, private pool would be a welcome change.

“Yeah, you can go in the back like you guys did for Dustin’s party.” He said, running a free hand through his messy hair as he stopped in front of the door. The warmth of his hand left your back as he held the door to his backyard open for you. “Have at it.” He said, gesturing out to the empty pool.

Even though a small part of you couldn’t help but be a little disappointed that he didn’t seem to be joining you, you were excited to be in the water again after working a ridiculous amount of shifts at the hospital. You weren’t doing anything medical yet, having just graduated high school, but the caregiver job still took a lot out of you. Swimming had always been a way for you to relax, and that water was calling your name.

You didn’t hesitate, slipping the dress you had been wearing over your head, leaving you in your black one piece, and after dropping your bag off on a chair, dove in.

As soon as the cool water engulfed you, you felt better. You took a couple of laps, stretching out the muscles that had been neglected for far too long before you grabbed a book from your bag and a float that was already in the pool, laying on top of it.

You tried to focus on the pages in front of you, knowing you hardly ever got the chance to read and that you should be enjoying this time, but your eyes wouldn’t stay fixed to the words. You kept glancing up at the window that you knew was Steve’s wondering what he was doing. Had he gone back to sleep? Was he taking a shower? Watching something on the television? It was frustrating and all your mind seemed to be able to think about was how you craved to be around him right now. Which was ridiculous because if you wanted to, all you had to do was get out of the pool and find him.

But you couldn’t shake the way you thought it might make you look desperate, so, for the twentieth time, you tried to focus on your book once more.

“Did you really come over here to read?”

The amount of happiness that was bursting through your chest at the sight of Steve grinning at you, the picture of ease in his sunglasses and swim trunks was a little embarrassing. “Already did twenty laps in the time it took you to fix your hair.” You teased, a smirk on your lips.

“Oh, I call bullshit on that one.” He replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Are you forgetting who made the Swim Team Captain, and who didn’t?” You asked pointedly.

Steve tilted his sunglasses down so that you could see him roll his eyes. “You beat me by .3 seconds. Not exactly a landslide.”

“Sounds like something someone who was a sore loser would say . . .” You said in a sing-song voice.

For a moment Steve stared at you, and having all of his attention made you fidget. “Get rid of the book.” He said finally.

Your brow furrowed in confusion. “What?”

“Well I’m going to jump right in there beside you in about .3 seconds, and I don’t want to get your book wet. So I’m giving you a warning.” He said, pulling his sunglasses back up to cover his eyes.

“.3 -” It was a good thing you had excellent reflexes, because the second you saw Steve start to jump, you threw your book to the side, landing on the concrete several feet away as the water from his jump splashed all over you. “God, you’re such a dingus.” You said, giving him a shove as he popped up beside you.

He ignored your movements, grinning at you and settling his arms on top of the float beside you. “You’ve been hanging out with Robin too much.”

“I love Robin. I can trust her to give you shit when I’m not around.” You said, trying not to think about Steve’s arms kept brushing against your side.

“I think she actually gives me more shit than you do.” Steve admitted, shaking some of his wet hair out of his eyes and once again getting it on you.

A mischievous smirk started to form on your lips as you looked at him. “Oh, well I’ll have to remedy that immediately.” You said, sitting up on the float, getting in a better position.

Steve seemed to sense you were up to no good, taking a step back and an uneasy tone coming into his voice. “What do you mean?” He said.

You gave him a now full blown smirk, and without any warning leapt off the float to the best of your abilities, latching your arms around his neck and dragging him under.

After a couple of seconds of grappling under the water, you let go of him, coming back to the surface a few feet away with a loud laugh on your lips. “I wish you could have seen the look on your face.” You told him, choosing to giggle about the surprised expression instead of the feeling of his hands on your waist and hips.

He was trying to look annoyed at you, but you knew Steve pretty well now, and could see the playfulness in his eyes as he looked at you. “Oh, it’s on now, Henderson.” He said, taking a step towards you.

“Only if you can be .3 seconds faster.” You teased, and dived back under away from him.

Turns out he still wasn’t faster than you, but you let him think he was. Selfishly you wanted to feel his arms around you again. When he pulled the two of you up above water once more, he didn’t let go, and you didn’t make any move to pull away. “I think you’re getting slower with age.” He said, smiling down at you.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you punched his bare chest. “You’re older than me, Harrington.”

He rolled his eyes. “By like two months and a few days.”

Though he said the words so casually, they made you feel like your heart had skipped a beat. “You know when my birthday is?”

Steve looked at you like you were crazy. “Of course I do.”

It seemed ridiculous when you thought about it, to get so emotional over someone remembering your birthday, but it was such a small thing, something even your best friend had to be reminded of, that he needed no prompting for. It left you feeling a little speechless.

The two of you didn’t separate, the quiet becoming something more as you looked at each other. Your hands spread across his chest, almost as if they had a mind of their own, wanting to feel the heat radiating from his skin. You felt the breath leave your lungs as Steve pulled you closer, seeming to be trapped under the same spell you were until the two of you were chest to chest. You watched, unable to take your eyes off of him as his gaze drifted down to your lips. “Steve . . . ” You whispered. You had meant to make it sound like a question, but instead it came out more like a request, and his eyes darted back up to yours.

He was going to do it. There was no doubt in your mind that at that moment, Steve Harrington was about to lean forward and kiss you.

Then the first rain drop fell.

The spell broke, and the two of you swam over to the edge, Steve grabbing his towel while you grabbed your things, and hurried back inside, Steve covering your head with his towel as you ran. As Steve shut the door behind the two of you, you shook your head. “I thought that storm wasn’t supposed to hit until tonight?” You said, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“Yeah, me too.” Steve said, looking out at the darkening sky before turning back to you. “Hey, you wanna stick around for a bit? Dustin found out I hadn’t watched this movie and freaked out on me.” He said, holding up a VHS copy of Ghosbusters.

Your mouth dropped. “You haven’t seen Ghostbusters yet?!” You asked in disbelief.

“That’s what your brother said.” He replied, shaking his head. “So you wanna watch with me?”

Putting a finger to your chin, you pretended to think about it, but it wasn’t even a question. You would take any more time with Steve that you could get. “I’m assuming food will be provided?” You bargained.

It wasn’t fair that something as simple as a smile could make your heart give such a reaction. The thumping in your chest when he looked at you like that was so hard and heavy that you were sure he could hear it. He gave no sign of that though, leaning against the wall and watching you. Surprising you once again, Steve said your favorite pizza toppings. “I can have it here in twenty.” He said.

Taking a few steps towards him, you took the VHS out of his hand with a bright smile. “Say less, Harrington. Say less.”

_______________

Your stomach was full, the living room was dark, you and Steve had finished watching your third movie, and the rain outside showed no signs of stopping. In fact, the longer you stayed, the worse it became.

Another flash of lightning and a small crackle of thunder lit up the room, and you sighed, sinking back further into Steve’s comfortable couch as the credits to Gremlins played. “I don’t want to get out and drive in that.” You admitted, looking out the dark windows into the heavy rain illuminated by the lights around the pool.

“Uh, you’re not driving in that.” Steve said, matter of factly. “I’ll drive you home when you’re ready.”

You looked at him incredulously. “I don’t want you driving in that either!”

“Well you’re not driving in that, so unless you want to stay here -”

From the expression on Steve’s face, you don’t think he realized what he was going to say before it came out of his mouth. The two of you stared at each other in awkward silence for a moment, neither of you sure of what to say.

Steve broke it first. “I didn’t mean for that to sound creepy.”

You were quick to reassure him. “It didn’t sound creepy.”

“I just think it’s dangerous for you to be driving right now -”

“I get it -”

“And I like hanging out with you.”

“I like hanging out with you too.” You did. A lot. Between both of your work schedules and your brother’s demanding attention, it wasn’t often that the two of you got to do things by yourselves, and you were finding that you enjoyed every second of being around him, whether you two were swimming, arguing over characters’ intentions in a movie, or sitting in silence. It was nice, it was quiet, and it was peaceful. You didn’t want to leave.

A shy smile formed on his face as he looked at you, “Then stay.”

Ever since Prom, the two of you had been toeing the line of friendship and something more than that. You could feel the two of you teetering right now on the edge, because this invitation and his soft smile was a toe over the line.

And you were scared. Scared of losing the friendship the two of you had grown into the past few months, because ever since Eddie had left that gaping hole in your life, Steve had been the one to help fill it in. You feared that if the two of you started anything romantic, no matter how desperately you wanted to . . . you’d end up with another crater.

So part of you wanted to say no, while the other part, the part that was mainly controlled by the fast beating heart in your chest, said no harm would come of staying over. Steve would never try anything without your permission. You might end up falling for him a little more, but hey, what was a little more heartbreak?

Your heart, as it always does, won.

_______________

“You know, that thing’s kinda cute.” Steve admitted with a mouth full of popcorn, leaning over to hand the bowl back to you.

“Falkor? Oh yeah, he’s adorable. I’d pay good money to cuddle him.” You said, grinning as you watched Steve. His eyes were glued to the screen in front of him. You never would have imagined Steve getting into a fantasy movie, but here you were, watching it before your eyes, and it was one of the most adorable things that you had ever seen.

“Bet he wouldn’t smell good though.” Steve teased.

“He’s the luck dragon! He smells like chocolate and magic and everything good in this world!” You argued, poking him in the side with your foot.

“Look at all that fur! There’s no way he doesn’t smell.” He said, grabbing your foot and starting to massage it almost absentmindedly.

The movement of his fingers made your whole body start to melt further into the couch. You were so relaxed it almost took a moment to remember what he had said, but then you shook your head at him. “Nothing smells in fantasy, Steve.”

“Bullshit! There’s no way -”

At that moment the lights, television, and everything else in the house plunged into darkness. You jumped up, scrambling forward to grab a hold of Steve’s arm, the popcorn bowl falling on the ground as visions of demogorgons danced through your memories. “Steve -” You whispered, clutching at him.

You couldn’t see him in the darkness, but you felt his hand, that wasn’t attached to the arm you were holding, rest reassuringly on top of yours. “Hey, it’s okay. Storm, remember? It knocked the power out.” His hand gave yours a squeeze. “I’ve got you.”

Logically, you knew that Steve was right. In the time that you had been here, the storm had seemed to get worse, thunder and lightning crashing in a never ceasing rhythm while the wind howled against the windows. There were no monsters from the Upside Down responsible for this storm, but still, your mind attempted to play tricks on you, every scratch of a branch sounding like a monster creeping towards you.

Steve sensed your unease. “Come here,” he murmured in a soft voice, and you allowed yourself to be tugged into his lap. “You’re safe.” He whispered in your ear, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace, grounding you to this moment and not the monsters inside of your head.

He was right, and your brain started to let you out of that flight or fight mode as Steve’s hand began rubbing up and down your back in a comforting motion. You took a deep breath, and your hands slid around him, burying your face in his neck and inhaling his scent, reminding yourself where you were.

It was impossible to say how long you laid in his arms. No matter how long it was, neither one of you showed any signs of wanting to let go, even when the lights did flicker back on and the thunder and lightning stopped being so consistent. Instead, you stayed there, breathing deeply and nuzzling your nose further into his neck while Steve moved the both of you into a more comfortable lying down position.

You never thought that you would be someone who loved to be cuddled, wrapped in someone’s arms for long periods of time. You thought it would get hot and uncomfortable, and you had never been too big of a fan of touch in the first place, but this was proving you might have been wrong. Or maybe it was because it was Steve. Either way, you had never felt more safe, comfortable and at ease than you were right now, curled into Steve’s body.

“You okay?” He whispered sometime later, after the lights had returned and you had to fight harder and harder not to close your eyes.

“Yeah,” you whispered back, and after a moment asked a question you were anxious to hear the answer to. “Do you want me to get up?”

Steve’s arms slid from your back to your hips, and maneuvered you onto your side, with little to no effort. A small smile formed on your lips as he turned as well, spooning your back against his chest. “Not a chance,” he murmured in your ear, the fingers of his hands splaying across your stomach.

Forget the toe over the line of friendship, this was pretty much the whole foot, but cozy and content in his arms . . . you willingly let it hang there.

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For a second he just stood there dumbly, eyes wide open. He heard a gasp from the side then a whispered, “I thought they weren’t actually supposed to kiss here?” Till hadn’t prepared himself for this, but he knew he couldn’t risk ruining the scene even more. Eyelashes fluttering, he closed his eyes and cupped Ivan’s face, kissing him back with fervor.

Till couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. Surely he had misheard, or maybe he hadn’t actually woken up this morning and he was still dreaming.

His manager looked as real as ever, though, staring at him with a hint of knowing amusement. He couldn’t stand her sometimes. (He loved her.)

“I thought you’d be excited,” she sighed dramatically, crossing her arms. “I guess maybe we should consider pulling out of the movie and – ”

His hand jerked out without his permission, fast as lightning, grabbing her arm. “Don’t even joke about that, Mizi.”

Her answering grin was all teeth. “They’ll want to do a chemistry read, first,” she put her hand over his. “Don’t get too excited. Nothing is guaranteed yet.”

For all they knew, he wouldn’t even get cast. Or if he did, maybe they’d kick Till off the project and replace him if their chemistry wasn’t promising enough. He really hoped it would be. But either way, he would be meeting him.

Till felt himself grinning before he could stop it, “I’m meeting Ivan.”

Till couldn’t recall the exact moment he discovered Ivan. To be fair, most people probably couldn’t. He was everywhere, it seemed – commercials, movies, television, even music videos.

What he could recall – as clear as if it’d happened yesterday – was the feeling he had felt. It was like a dam had opened and there was no stopping it. He realized he wanted more out of life.

He didn’t just want to continue being an extra on every set, the side-character who was killed off after one or two episodes.

Since then, he’d been able to build a decent name for himself. He wasn’t Ivan, by any means, but he was well-known enough to get the lead in an upcoming highly anticipated movie. And if the universe smiled upon him, just one last time, he would hopefully get to have Ivan as his love interest.

“I am running on exactly two hours of sleep, by the way.”

Mizi snorted, side-eyeing him. “I can tell,” she teased, and he knew it was just that: a joke but he still couldn’t help the sudden rush of insecurity.

As if sensing it by some form of magic, she slowed to a stop in the hallway and took his arm.

“You look great, Till. You haven’t even gotten makeup done yet and you still look amazing.” She squeezed his arm. “You’ve got this, you know that, right?”

He forced a smile. “Don’t you know confidence is my middle name?”

And usually it was true. If there was one thing he had over most of his competition in the industry, it was overflowing confidence.

Mizi smiled back, far more sincere. “Come on,” she said, tugging him along gently. “We don’t want to be late.”

Before the chemistry read, he went to get his makeup done as scheduled. Hyuna was no better than Mizi, grinning wildly as she gently applied a bit of concealer under his eyes.

“Let me guess,” she said, “didn’t sleep much?”

Till rolled his eyes, but made sure not to move. “I wonder if every actor has such a nosy makeup artist or is it just me?”

“Hmm, I would say you’re just lucky.” She winked and stepped back. “You look good enough to eat.”

He snorted. If he wasn’t so nervous underneath it all, he might’ve cracked a joke. Like how the only person he wanted to eat him was —

The door swung open, startling him. “Come on – ” he relaxed when he saw it was just Mizi. “We only have a few minutes.”

Quickly stumbling out of the chair, he rushed to her side and followed her into the hallway. As they walked toward the room set aside for their scheduled chemistry read, Mizi looked him up and down, not even trying to be discreet. Till made sure no one was around before quietly flipping her off.

Couldn’t tarnish his reputation and all that.

She giggled, light and airy. “I was just going to say,” she bumped their shoulders together, gentle, “you look good. Don’t let anything bring you down, okay?”

And he knew it wasn’t just empty words; Mizi had been there for him since the start of his career, long before he’d managed to actually make a name for himself. She’d been there with open arms (and an extra large pizza) every time he’d been turned down from a role, every time a casting director had scoffed like he was hilarious for even thinking he had a chance.

It had been hard, then, but motivating. He never wanted to be underestimated ever again. He thought he’d never feel so scared again, walking toward an audition room. It was a pointless fear. He had joked but surely they wouldn’t actually try to kick him out, even if the chemistry read wasn’t a success.

“Break a leg,” Mizi whispered just as they stopped in front of the door.

Till could hear voices through the wood. He concentrated and tried to see if he could pick out Ivan’s voice, in the sea of them, but he wasn’t sure if he could trust himself. He thought he heard him, a familiar drawl he had heard on television a million times, but he could’ve just been imagining it.

Mizi glanced at him, a silent question. He just nodded.

Without another word between them, she turned and opened the door.

Till didn’t even realize he’d been holding his breath as his eyes scanned the room: it was all the usual people – the casting director sat at the table with two other staff members on each side, a few other stray staff members were scattered around the room.

In the middle of all of them was Ivan.

He was smiling politely as others talked to him, a small quirk of his mouth. Till must’ve stared for a second too long because suddenly Ivan was lifting his head and their eyes met.

Till had seen him a hundred times, at least, through a screen but he wasn’t sure anything could’ve prepared him for this moment.

For seeing him, here, like this, in real life. Ivan was even more stunning in person.

Ivan’s smile stretched just a little wider, barely noticeable. Till should’ve smiled back but he felt like he was frozen.

“Okay,” the casting director – Luka – stood up from the table. “From what I’ve been told, this is your first time meeting, correct?”

Till didn’t even realize he was addressing them until Mizi gave a gentle nudge at his side. He flushed, standing a little taller. He might’ve been meeting his idol, for lack of a better word, but he was still a professional.

“Yes,” he answered, cursing the slight shake to his voice.

Ivan nodded. “I’ve seen him plenty, of course, but never met, no.”

Till felt a shiver down his spine. Ivan. Ivan had seen him before, too, which shouldn’t have been surprising. He had been on a number of notable series by now, but for some reason he still hadn’t been prepared to hear it.

“Wonderful,” Luka said, “Everyone – ” He did a little twirl with his finger, making a point to address everyone in the room. “Out.”

Till knew the process by now. Luka’s process, at least. He could be a little unorthodox. Usually he didn’t mind it, but right now he was already starting to feel sweat pool at the small of his back.

Mizi let out a tiny huff of amusement as she helped to herd everyone out of the room. Last to go was Luka, who didn’t even say a word before closing the door.

If Ivan was confused, he didn’t voice it. For a moment, the room was silent with just the two of them.

“Sorry,” Till said eventually, clearing his throat. He dared a glance in Ivan’s direction; he was standing just a few feet away, a thoughtful quirk to his head. “Luka can be a bit, uh. Unorthodox in his methods. He always likes to give actors a few minutes by themselves before starting the read.”

He was proud of himself; his voice was steady and clear.

Ivan hummed, but still didn’t say anything. Till took advantage of the moment to really look Ivan over. He was beautiful; dark hair swept back with a few loose strands, eyes lined with black – not too much, just enough to somehow make his dark eyes look even darker, his lips shined with a thin layer of gloss, skin clear and perfect.

The way his mouth was twisted, Till could even see his fang. Not literal, of course, it was just his canine – especially sharp and pronounced – but it had always been one of his selling points that fans seemed to like.

He looked like he was conjured up in a lab somehow.

And Till, well. He wasn’t naive. He knew he was attractive – wouldn’t have gotten this far in the industry if he wasn’t – but he felt lacking compared to Ivan, more than he had in a long time.

Without thinking, he reached up and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to tame it. But the wild look was part of his appeal, Hyuna had always said. Made him stand out.

“Are you going to keep staring at me or actually introduce yourself?”

Till startled, yanking his hand out of his hair hard enough he winced a little. He opened his mouth, ready to apologize, but then he saw Ivan was smiling. Barely, really, more like a smirk.

Clearing his throat, he wiped his hands off on his jeans in what he hoped was a discreet move (he was still sweating like crazy) and stepped forward. “Why should I introduce myself when you apparently already know my name?”

He froze as soon as the words were out of his mouth. He was so stupid.

This was Ivan – the Ivan – and here he was already messing everything up because he never quite knew when to shut his mouth. He waited, expecting the worst. He wouldn’t have even been surprised if he’d pushed him out of the way and stormed out of the room.

But instead Ivan did the complete opposite. He gave a little laugh, eyes crinkling just a little around the edges. Till felt something warm blossom in the pit of his stomach.

“I haven’t had someone talk to me like that in, well, ages.” His eyes were still sparkling when he finally stopped laughing. He extended a hand. Till moved quickly before he could think too hard and just make himself more nervous. Ivan’s hand was warm, smooth.

Till knew his own hands weren’t nearly as smooth, from playing guitar. It was just a hobby he had picked up on the side, nothing more, but his hands still suffered for it.

“You must play an instrument,” Ivan said, startling him. For a moment, he wondered if he’d accidentally spoken his thoughts but then Ivan tilted his head. “Guitar?”

Till swallowed around the lump in his throat; Ivan’s thumb gently moved over his knuckles, once, fleeting, before he was pulling away. Maybe he’d imagined it. “Yeah. Um. Just a hobby.”

“I would love to hear you play, if ever given the chance,” Ivan said. Normally, Till would’ve brushed it off as empty words but there was something oddly sincere about the way he said it.

He dropped his gaze, focusing on the collar of Ivan’s shirt. Anything to make sure he didn’t keep staring at his face. “Yeah. Sure.”

Before he – or Ivan – could say anything else, the door was opened without even a knock. Till spun around as Luka entered the room followed by the rest of the staff and finally Mizi alongside a woman he didn’t quite recognize. He wondered if she was part of staff and somehow he had just never noticed her until now.

That question was answered quickly when she went to Ivan’s side. “You’ve totally got this,” she said, hushed but just loud enough Till could hear.

He wondered if that was true. Didn’t want to get his hopes up.

“Okay, since I’ve given you both more than enough time to get acquainted.” Luka nodded at the scripts on the table. “Go ahead.”

Till forced his hand to not shake as he reached out and grabbed his version of the script; the part they’d be rehearsing, today, had been highlighted. It wasn’t too long. He just had to get through the scene without any mistakes.

He skimmed through it quickly, saw Ivan doing the same, even though they had both already read the script. Ivan, possibly only one or twice, but Till had read it nearing a dozen times.

So how did he manage to forget what happened at the end?

They didn’t kiss, not in this scene, but they almost did and that was enough to have Till suddenly rethinking everything. You’re a professional, he reminded himself, and tried to believe it.

He had certainly kissed plenty of people on set by now but admittedly he had never found any of them quite as alluring as Ivan.

Still, this was a chance to prove himself. He wouldn’t let that get in the way of doing his job properly.

“We don’t have all day,” Luka said, as impatient as ever.

Till resisted the urge to glare at him and simply set the script aside; it wasn’t frowned upon to read from the script during chemistry reads, of course, but he had the entire thing memorized already.

Ivan probably hadn’t been able to memorize it in such a short time but Till was surprised to find he set his script aside as well. He was always called an acting prodigy by media, the best the industry had seen in ages, and it seemed like it went beyond just a good performance on screen.

They both stepped closer to each other, waited until Luka gave the final nod.

All jokes aside, Till really was a professional. He felt like he was a different person when he got into character. Immediately he felt his eyes start to sting, his bottom lip tremble a little.

“You lied to me,” he said, voice thick with emotion.

It was surprisingly easy to look Ivan in the eyes all of a sudden. Ivan stared back just as intensely, reached for his hands. He held them, loose and gentle. “You know I didn’t have a choice.”

Till jerked his hands away. “But you promised me.”

“I know, I know,” Ivan’s eyes were glossy too, brimming with so much emotion Till had to remind himself they were acting. He couldn’t remember ever having to do that before. “But I need you to trust me, okay?”

Till swallowed. “I – I don’t know if I can,” he whispered, just loud enough for Luka and the others to hear.

Ivan frowned, looking thoughtful for a moment. “How can I convince you to trust me?”

He opened his mouth, closed it, cursed himself because – he’d fucking forgotten the line. How could he have forgotten the line? He dared a quick glance at Luka, who was watching him with slightly narrowed eyes.

He was so screwed. Ivan was definitely getting the role, no doubt, but not before Till was probably kicked off the project.

And now he was so nervous he was shaking a little, hopefully not enough to be noticed by Luka and the others but there was no hiding it from Ivan, as close as he was.

So much for being a professional.

Maybe it would be better just to get it over with and admit his mistake, take whatever consequences would follow, even if that meant being kicked off the project. Even if it meant not getting to work with Ivan.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, Ivan surged forward and kissed him.

For a second he just stood there dumbly, eyes wide open. He heard a gasp from the side then a whispered, “I thought they weren’t actually supposed to kiss here?”

The only thing that followed was silence, but Till knew the answer; he might’ve forgotten his line but he still remembered how the scene ended – Ivan’s hand on his neck, thumb stroking his jaw as he begged him for one more chance.

Not a kiss, but something close. The actual kiss came far later in the script.

Till hadn’t prepared himself for this, but he knew he couldn’t risk ruining the scene even more. Eyelashes fluttering, he closed his eyes and cupped Ivan’s face, kissing him back with fervor.

It was like something out of his wildest dreams but also not at all.

After a few seconds, he dared to open his eyes, surprised to find Ivan already staring back at him.

Suddenly Ivan was pulling away, turning toward Luka. “Sorry, I got a bit carried away.”

Till licked his lips, flushed when he realized what he’d done and quickly pursed his lips into a thin line to ignore the urge to do it again.

“Well,” Luka looked torn between amusement and annoyance, “I supposed you were going to kiss him eventually one way or another.”

Till blinked as the words settled. “Wait, you mean – ”

“Don’t get too excited,” he interrupted, already standing, “but you should be optimistic.” Weirdly, he said it while staring at Till like he was the one auditioning for the spot, not Ivan. There was no way he knew, right? Or maybe he was letting him know he was going to be kind enough to ignore his obvious mistake. “We’ll call you once we’ve discussed it and made a final decision.”

Till watched as Luka left with the staff, not even giving them a glance back. For once, he was thankful to be ignored.

Once they were gone, Mizi rushed to his side. “Are you okay?” she asked, side-eyeing Ivan skeptically.

He appreciated her concern, as always, but he was fine. If kissing strangers was an issue for him, he probably would’ve picked a different career path, but even those kisses were usually planned for and this wasn’t, which was jarring, yes, but he wasn’t upset.

Ivan’s manager was at his side, too, looking at him with disapproval. Till wondered how often he did unexpected stuff like that.

Finally he brushed her off and stepped forward, closer to Till. Mizi pursed her lips but didn’t intervene; she really was the perfect manager for him.

“I apologize,” he said, giving a slight bow. “I shouldn’t have done that without warning, but…”

He trailed off, and Mizi finally spoke, “But?”

But Till already knew the answer. Ivan smiled, but it wasn’t mean. “You forgot your line,” he said. It wasn’t a question. Mizi startled, glancing at the script still laid out on the table. “An honest mistake. I didn’t want you getting chided for it, and I thought it’d work as a good enough distraction.”

It certainly had. Till could still feel the press of his lips – plush, but just a little dry.

“You did that for Till?” Mizi asked, sounding skeptical. Till couldn’t blame her; people in the industry rarely looked out for each other like that, nevertheless strangers.

Ivan nodded, his smile growing just a little wider. “I guess you could say I’m intrigued.” He extended a hand and Till took a second too long to move, realizing his intent. Ivan squeezed his hand. “I look forward to working together.”

Till envied his confidence. Technically, nothing was confirmed yet. But even he knew it wasn’t up in the air. Luka just liked making people sweat.

“Me too,” he said.

“Did you see Ivan’s manager?” Mizi asked the next day. Shooting wouldn’t start for a few weeks but she came over often just to hang out.

Till blinked. “The girl with the, uh, blue hair and piercing stare?”

He didn’t miss the way her mouth twitched, forming a smile for only a second. “Yeah.”

Till had recognized that smile, however brief. He looked back to the television. “You should go for it.”

“Wh – what?” she stammered, nearly spilling their bowl of popcorn. “I don’t – I mean – ”

He grinned, side-eyeing her. “I always knew you were into the stoic types.”

“She wasn’t – ” Mizi pursed her lips, looking down. “When you two were doing the read, you know how we all left? Well, we talked some.” Her cheeks were flushed, nearly the same shade of her regularly-dyed hair. “She was nicer than you’d think, looking at her.”

Till wasn’t sure how much he believed her. Everyone was nice to Mizi. She was just that kind of person. You would have to be pure evil to be mean to her. “I trust your judgment,” he said instead, reaching out and squeezing her arm.

She peered at him from under her eyelashes. “But what if it complicates things? Especially when you’ll be working with Ivan for the next few months. And I mean, I don’t even know if she’s, you know.”

“And you’ll never know if you don’t ask,” he replied, making sure to soften his voice. “And don’t worry about me, okay? I can take care of my own shit.”

Till was confident. It was something Mizi always said she admired about him; he knew what he wanted, and he wasn’t afraid to work for it.

But he was also well-aware of his own shortcomings. He could be testy and impatient, and didn’t always take being corrected or criticized well.

“What if I say something wrong?” he whined, standing in front of the oversized mirror in his living room.

Mizi glanced up from her phone. “Then you – and I know this is an abstract concept to you – but you apologize.”

Till glared at her through the mirror. “And what if he says something wrong?”

“You wait it out,” she replied just as easily. “I mean, he seemed nice enough at the chemistry read.” She set her phone aside, seemingly done with it for now. “He didn’t have to help you like that.”

Till felt his cheeks grow warm just remembering the kiss. In the moment, he had been able to control himself, too caught up in making sure he didn’t ruin the scene more or – worse – lose his role. But now, looking back, he couldn’t quite believe he had kissed Ivan.

It was always going to happen, Luka was right, if Ivan got the role but somehow that didn’t make it any easier to believe.

And he had gotten the role; Luka had called him this morning with the good news. After that, Till had thought about texting Ivan, congratulating him. They had exchanged numbers for a reason.

But he couldn’t quite work up the guts to do it.

He must’ve waited too long because eventually a text had popped up on his own phone from ‘Ivan’. (He had debated adding a heart before realizing that was asking for trouble.)

“Since we’ll officially be working together,” it had read, “I would like to get to know each other better.”

Till had mulled over how to respond for so long he had eventually texted Mizi instead for help. With her help, he had responded back with a simple, “How about brunch?”

He still wasn’t sure people actually used the word brunch in real life but he had trusted Mizi more than himself in the moment, and either way it worked out because Ivan said yes.

He said yes with a little :) to be precise and Till felt like his heart was going to burst. He was playing a dangerous game, he knew, letting himself feed into this when they were coworkers, nothing else, but he couldn’t help it.

And Mizi was enabling it.

After their conversation, Mizi had invited herself over to help him get ready. Fair enough, because without Hyuna he wasn’t really too sure how to do much more than throw on a shirt and jeans.

She had helped him with some basic makeup – a bit of eyeliner and gloss – then picked out his outfit for him, which he still wasn’t sure about.

It was brunch, after all, but she had picked out a long-sleeved silky blue shirt and black jeans. He felt a little overdressed but she had assured him it was perfect.

“I should get going,” she announced, tearing him out of his downward spiral. She jumped off the couch and walked over, peering in the mirror alongside him. “You look hot.”

Till snorted, shaking his head. “I used to dream of you hearing you say that.”

And it was true; when they had first met, when his career was still new and fresh, he had immediately developed a crush on her. Now, he was glad they were just friends. Now, they were so close it didn’t even feel weird joking about it.

Mizi winked playfully and patted him on the back. “Just be yourself.”

That was what he was afraid of.

Mizi left after that, which was expected – it was only an hour until Ivan was set to arrive – but being alone didn’t help his nerves at all.

Nearly exactly on the dot, Till’s doorbell rang. Old-fashioned, really, because most people just texted when they arrived.

Smoothing his shirt down in the mirror, and reminding himself this wasn’t a date, he walked over and opened the door.

Thankfully, he hadn’t been the only one to get dressed up. Ivan wore a long-sleeved black shirt, tucked neatly into dark blue slacks. His hair was swept back out of his face; if he wore makeup, it wasn’t obvious enough for Till to be able to tell but either way he was as stunning as ever.

Till realized – belatedly – that he had just been staring at him without saying anything for at least a minute. Flushing, he stepped out of the way, a silent invitation inside.

Just as he opened his mouth to say something, anything, Ivan was saying, “I almost feel bad for what I’m about to suggest,” he smiled, small, “considering how good you look.”

Till blinked once, twice. “Oh. Um. What?”

Stupid. He was so stupid.

“You obviously got dressed up intending to go out,” Ivan continued, still smiling with a hint of amusement dancing in his dark eyes, “which I know we discussed, but…”

Till swallowed; why was his mouth so dry? “But?”

“But,” Ivan tilted his head a little. “I can’t speak for you, of course, but getting recognized in public is daunting.”

Till was suddenly reminded of their differences. He’d been recognized a few times, sure, but undoubtedly nothing compared to what Ivan went through. His face was plastered everywhere – billboards, magazines, commercials – so no wonder he was tired of getting recognized everywhere he went.

Even if you didn’t know Ivan, you’d at least seen his face. And most people can’t control themselves around a celebrity, regardless of personal interest.

“I understand,” he said finally, not sure what else to say.

Ivan smiled a bit wider. “So do you mind?” Till wasn’t quite sure what he was asking, but thankfully he continued before he could make a fool of himself. “I know it must also be daunting to have a stranger in your apartment.”

The dots connected quickly, suddenly. Till didn’t even have to think about the answer. “I don’t mind at all,” he said, but then, “I just – well.” Warm in the face, he gestured weakly at his kitchen. “I don’t have much.”

“No problem,” Ivan was already pulling out his phone. “We can just order something.”

That was how they ended up on his couch, shoes thrown off, eating a pizza. It was oddly comfortable, even though Till kept catching himself staring at Ivan’s mouth.

It was hard not to remember the kiss. It had just been part of the script, albeit a little early. Not to mention, Ivan had only done it to save him from making a complete fool of himself.

But it was still hard to forget, or brush off. After all, Till had admired him (and possibly had a crush on him) for so long. He never imagined just meeting him, nevertheless anything more.

“Do I have something on my face?”

Ivan’s seemingly innocent question was what finally drew him back to reality.

Till startled, nearly dropping his slice of pizza. It was starting to get cold anyway. “Um. No. I mean. Your face is fine.”

He winced at his own words, cursing himself internally.

Ivan smiled – no, that was a smirk. “I’m glad to hear you think my face is ‘fine’.”

“Well, I mean, I didn’t – your face is more than fine,” Till stammered, even as he cursed himself more with each word.

For a moment, there was silence and Till was sure he had finally properly screwed things up. But then Ivan threw his head back and started laughing hard enough he shook the couch a little.

Once he quieted down, he gazed at Till with a crooked smile. “You’re funny.”

Till flushed. “I’m sure you hear that kind of stuff all the time.”

“Mmm,” Ivan tilted his head back and forth. “Yeah, but people are usually a lot more suave about it.” When Till frowned, he nudged him with his foot. “That’s a good thing. I prefer when people don’t try so hard.”

Till couldn’t fight back a smile even if he tried. “Oh.”

“I was gonna suggest we do a readthrough of the script tonight but,” Ivan checked his phone. “It’s getting late.”

Till tried to hide his disappointment. He was surprised how much he’d enjoyed Ivan’s company. He had hoped he would, of course, but he was never sure how these things would go. Like mentioned, he didn’t always get along with people easily. And Ivan was, well, Ivan.

Famous, beautiful, rich. Till expected him to be a lot more conceited or snobby. Most of the famous people Till met were like that, after all, but not Ivan. He was sweet. A little odd, but wasn’t everyone?

“Are you free next Friday?” Ivan asked.

Till didn’t even have to think. If he had plans, he would just have to reschedule.

“Um, probably,” he said, aiming for casual and probably failing.

Ivan smiled again; he had one fang that Till was starting to think was unfairly adorable. “We can meet, then, go over the script.”

“Sounds good.” Amazing, actually, but he didn’t dare seem too eager, even though he was starting to think Ivan wouldn’t mind.

“Soooo,” Mizi slung herself over the couch ungracefully. “How did it go, hmm?”

Till snorted, pushing her out of the way to sit down. “I – ” His smile fell. Mizi was quick to adapt, sitting up properly. She had always been good at adapting to his moods. “I think I might be screwed.”

“What?” she leaned in closer. “Did he do something?”

Till appreciated her concern, as unfounded as it was. “No, he was… he was great, actually. We ate pizza and talked about a lot of nothing. He mentioned coming over next Friday so we can actually go over the script.”

“So… what’s wrong?” She was frowning, eyebrows drawn together in confusion. He couldn’t blame her.

He sighed, peering down at his hands folded together in his lap. “I think I could really like him, Mizi. Like… a lot.”

The thing was, he had never really liked someone before. He had certainly never dated. Beyond his short-lived crush on Mizi, passionate as it was, he had never even gotten the urge to date, or even do what a lot of other actors did and sleep around casually.

And now he was worried if he spent too much time with Ivan, that might change. Turn into something more than a crush from afar.

For a long moment, they were both silent. Finally, Mizi reached for his hands, cradling them gently.

“You are a really good person, Till.”

He rolled his eyes, an automatic response. She squeezed his hands harder.

“You always undervalue yourself, Till,” she continued, and he couldn’t look away from her determined gaze. “You act overconfident to make up for it, but I know you too well for that. You don’t know think someone like Ivan could ever like you but you fail to realize he’d be lucky to have you.”

He swallowed around the sudden lump in his throat. “I – ”

But she apparently wasn’t finished, “I met with Sua.” She paused for a moment, like she was realizing something. “Ivan’s manager,” she clarified. “We really hit it off. She cares for Ivan like I care for you, I think.”

He just nodded, unsure where this was going but happy for her either way.

“I probably shouldn’t say this, it isn’t my place but,” she smiled, small, “I will, because I think you need to hear it. Apparently Ivan can’t stop talking about you. Sua said he’s never been so interested in another person. She even asked me about you.” Her smile widened a bit. “I only said good things, of course. I knew she was just worried.”

Till couldn’t believe it. He had also never known Mizi to lie, especially about serious stuff.

“But I – I can’t,” he stammered, looking down at their hands. “Even if he was interested,” which was so hard to believe he almost felt like he was dreaming, “I can’t risk it.”

Mizi ducked her head, forcing her eyes to meet again. “Why not?”

“You know why,” he said, and he wasn’t even embarrassed that he sounded like a petulant child. “I would be risking the movie. If we had a fight or – or broke up, I don��t know if I could pretend like nothing happened.”

He was making a lot of assumptions anyway; assuming Ivan was interested in something more, when maybe he just wanted something casual or temporary. But still the details didn’t matter. Either way, Till knew he couldn’t go back to acting like only coworkers.

“Till, I know you care about this movie,” she smiled again but there was something sad about the curve of her mouth, pitying. “But sometimes life is about taking chances. You can’t just depend on your career for happiness forever.”

He wanted to argue because he couldn’t find the words. Mizi squeezed his hands even tighter. It was almost painful but also oddly comforting.

“What if you got a role a few years from now – your dream role – but then suddenly you were kicked off the cast.” Till waited, knowing she wasn’t finished. “You would be devastated, obviously, but you would be even more devastated if you had to go home to an empty apartment.”

Till licked his lips; when did they get so dry?

“Plenty of people are satisfied never having a partner. Dating.”

Mizi rolled her eyes. “I know that but I also know you’re not one of them, Till.”

She really did know him too well. “But we’re both famous, Mizi, and he’s – he’s a household name. If we dated, we couldn’t keep it from the public for too long. Someone would find out.”

“And that is something worth discussing,” she finally released his hands, choosing instead to squeeze his wrist. “With him.”

Till suddenly felt like crying. He didn’t, but his eyes burned. “What if we’re wrong? Even Sua?”

“Then you can come to me and cry it out.” She smiled, warm and sincere.

It was a decent enough backup plan. Without warning, he lunged forward and hugged her. “Have I said recently how you are the best manager in the world?”

“You don’t have to tell me, I already know.”

Till decided not to rush it, even if Mizi suggested texting Ivan and setting a closer date to see each other again.

When Friday finally rolled around, he felt like he was going to be sick.

He made a point to not dress up, just a pair of his usual jeans and a black t-shirt. If this was going to happen, he wanted to be sure it was because Ivan really liked him. Not because he thought he looked good enough to settle for.

A few minutes after 12, his doorbell rang.

Brushing by the mirror without looking, he opened the door. Ivan had apparently had the same thought; he looked as gorgeous as last time, obviously, but he was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans too with a thin jacket. His hair also wasn’t slicked back, hanging loosely around his face.

He also had a bag, probably to carry around the script and whatever else he might need.

Like last time, they ordered food and ended up on the couch. This time, however, they had the scripts. Till noticed a ton of highlighted parts in Ivan’s copy; maybe he shouldn’t have assumed he just had a natural gift for memorizing things. He had obviously worked just as hard.

For a while, they just rehearsed through the easy parts. Didn’t bother acting any of the parts out just yet.

Most of that stuff – gestures, movements – would be changed before they actually started filming anyway so Till didn’t usually worry about it, just focused on the actual dialogue.

But then they flipped the page and Till saw it: the scene where they kissed. The actual scene.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. When Till finally chanced a look up, he noticed Ivan was already looking at him.

“Do you usually practice these parts?” Ivan asked.

Till tried to decipher his voice, his expression, but it was all perfectly neutral.

“Sometimes,” he answered, because it was true. “Makes it less awkward later.” But other actors preferred keeping any kissing strictly in front of the camera. Till didn’t really have a preference.

Ivan hummed thoughtfully. “Well then, I’m up for it, if you are.”

He could almost hear Mizi in his head, telling him he shouldn’t do this. He should confess, first, otherwise it wasn’t fair. To him or Ivan. And he would confess tonight. He had already made that decision but…

Couldn’t he be just a little selfish first?

“Sure.” Understatement of the century.

Collecting their scripts, Till set them aside on the coffee table and was relieved when Ivan made the first move to scoot closer. He still couldn’t quite read his face, perfectly blank.

“Let me know if you want to stop,” Ivan said, a hand already reaching out and settling on Till’s neck, warm and heavy.

Till was pretty sure Ivan could’ve done anything to him in that moment and he still wouldn’t have asked him to stop, but he appreciated the sentiment.

Not trusting his voice, Till just gave a tiny nod and that seemed to be enough for Ivan. He leaned forward, slowly, like he was giving Till the chance to stop him if he wanted to.

He didn’t.

Finally their lips touched, just a gentle press. Ivan’s lips were even softer than he remembered, warmer too. The script didn’t detail the kiss; that would be decided later with help from the director but – Till supposed Ivan was preparing for everything as he tilted his head, pressing their lips together with a bit more fervor.

Hardly complaining, Till kissed back, scooting a little closer. That should’ve been it. Given the scene, it was doubtful the kiss was going to be anything more than this.

But Ivan didn’t pull away, and Till wasn’t going to be the first to end it.

Opening his eyes, he finally wasn’t surprised for once to find Ivan already staring back at him. What was difference, however, was the look in his eyes. Intense, but somehow warm.

Till felt a shiver down his spine and decided this was it. Words had never been his specialty. Moving quickly, he shifted up onto his knees and swung a leg over Ivan to settle on the other side, kissing him the entire time.

Only once he was settled, straddling him, did he finally pull back. “Is this okay?”

Ivan’s eyes were always dark, nearly black, but this was something else. “Depends,” he replied, low but steady. He lifted his hands, placing them on Till’s hips. “Is this okay?”

Instead of replying with words, Till just leaned in and kissed him again. This kiss was immediately different from the first, filthy and almost aggressive. Ivan bit at his bottom lip, just the edge of too hard, and Till let out a sound in the back of his throat that was outright embarrassing.

He only pulled back for air when he absolutely had to, panting a little to catch his breath. Ivan’s eyes were half-lidded; he somehow looked the best he ever had. Till swallowed. This was his chance.

“I have something to confess,” he forced the words out before he could reconsider.

Ivan blinked, once, almost immediately looking more alert. “What?” His hands shifted on his hips but didn’t pull away. “Do you want to stop?”

“Quite literally the opposite,” he replied, feeling nearly delirious. This was it. “I know this is – probably not what you want at all, and I’m probably reading too much into everything, and – and I know this could get in the way of the movie, I’m not an idiot, but I think I would really regret not saying it.”

Ivan squeezed his hips, then, and it was enough to make him feel a little more grounded. “You’re kind of scaring me here, Till.”

He stared at Ivan for a moment, appreciating every detail of his face, before he took a deep breath, “I think I could end up liking you.” He paused, letting the words settle properly in the silence between them. “A lot.”

Till wasn’t sure what he was expecting. The silence lingered so long he was starting to feel an ache in his chest.

Without a word, he went to move off Ivan’s lap but his hands tightened around his waist. “Stay,” he said, the softest Till had ever heard his voice.

“You don’t have to try and – and placate me,” Till stammered, but he didn’t try to move again. “I’m not gonna be mad at you for not feeling the same way.”

Ivan opened his mouth, closed it. Till watched his face flicker through about ten different emotions before suddenly he was kissing him again, hard and messy. Till gasped into his mouth, surprised – confused – but hardly disappointed.

He curled his fingers in Ivan’s hair, eyelashes fluttering. He could do this forever. He also knew he needed a real answer.

He deserved that.

Mustering all his courage, he pulled back. Ivan stared up at him with a newfound intensity. He forced himself to speak around the lump in his throat, “I’ve admired you for a long time. I know that might not be – appealing, in this context. But I don’t think that has anything to do with what I’ve felt since we met.”

Ivan continued to stare at him. Till gulped.

“You’re just not what I expected,” he paused. “In a really good way, and I’ve never done this before. Not just with another actor. Or, uh, coworker. I mean, like at all.”

The corner of Ivan’s mouth started to quirk up. “You’re cute.”

“Oh.” Till flushed. “Thank you?”

Ivan let out a soft laugh; gently, he moved Till off him. Under different circumstances, he might’ve overthought what that meant but Ivan was still smiling, warm and small.

“Are you asking me out, Till?” he asked, not even trying to hide the mirth in his eyes.

He supposed he was, in a way. “I mean, that’s – that’s assuming a lot. I just, I wanted to let you know. I didn’t – ” He hadn’t expected anything, he meant to say, but he suddenly stopped, finally connecting the dots. “Wait. Does that mean – ?”

Ivan leaned against the back of the couch, watching him with that same sparkle in his eyes. “I liked you the second I set my eyes on you,” the confession felt like igniting fire in Till’s very core. “I wasn’t sure why, at first. I’d never felt that way before, and we barely knew each other.”

Till didn’t dare speak; he didn’t trust his voice anyway.

“But you’re… different,” Ivan hummed. “I can’t quite put my finger on it.” He smiled, that fang poking out again. Till wanted to feel it against his lip again. “And frankly, I don’t really care to.”

He paused, reaching out. Till didn’t even think twice, moving as if commanded by something out of his control. Ivan held his hand gently, thumb pressing into his knuckles, not hard but comforting. Grounding, like he somehow knew Till felt a little untethered.

“But I’m assuming you know by now I can’t promise you this won’t get out. Even when you’re surrounded by people you think you can trust, it’s not quite true in our line of work, is it?”

Till had already went over this in his head. “I don’t mind. I think it’s worth the risk.”

“We should at least keep it between us,” Ivan said softly, and Till wasn’t sure yet what he was going to say next. If he wanted to keep this hidden because he was ashamed or embarrassed to be seen with him. But then – “Just until the movie is done shooting. I don’t want them to project or assume anything just because we’re together.”

Till nodded. “I agree,” he said, meaning it. It was the smart move. “And if anything happens, if this doesn’t work, I need us to be on the same page.”

“I hope we won’t have to worry about that,” Ivan replied, “but the fact you even want to discuss it...” He smiled again, almost approvingly. Till didn’t want to admit how much that did for his confidence. “I promise you won’t have anything to worry about from my end. I could even give you something to use against me, if it would give you peace of mind.”

Till let out a sudden laugh, surprised by the odd offer. But just as Ivan kept saying he was different, he was starting to think Ivan’s oddness was what had really captivated him. “I’ll just have to take your word for it,” he said, still smiling.

They never ended up having to worry about. Months later, when the movie was wrapping up, they all celebrated by having dinner at Ivan’s house. The place had always been beautiful, from the very first time Till had seen it, but now it felt more like a proper home.

Pictures lined the walls that used to be empty, mostly of the two of them, but some were just of Till. He complained about them, sometimes, embarrassed but secretly he liked it.

Some were of all of them – Ivan, arms wrapped around Till. Mizi and Sua, heads tilted together.

Till was pretty sure he had died and gone to heaven. Or maybe he just should’ve been more hopeful when he was younger because sometimes he still struggled to believe this was real.

Sitting at the table, Ivan on his left and Mizi on his right, he wondered what he had done to end up lucky enough to have met both of them.

Or maybe Ivan was right, as he always liked to say: “You deserve good things, Till.”

Till still remembered the first time he’d said it when they were laid out in his bed. He had kissed Till’s forehead and he had suddenly felt the urge to cry, eyes burning.

Maybe, just maybe, he was finally starting to believe it.

“Can you believe they still haven’t figured it out?” Mizi was saying, giggling around the rim of her wine glass. “’How is their chemistry so good?’” she said, repeating what the director had said earlier.

Till hadn’t really heard him. He’d been too busy kissing Ivan with as much fervor as he kissed him every night. He supposed there were benefits, actually, to dating your costar.

Sua smiled at her side. “You can’t blame him. I’m surprised they were actually able to keep it hidden until the end of filming.”

Till chanced a glance at Ivan, who was already staring back at him. He smiled. Ivan smiled back, giving a nod.

“About that, actually,” Till cleared his throat. “We are planning to disclose that we’re dating. Not how long, obviously, but… we thought it might make things easier, especially since Ivan can’t stop complaining about wanting to take me places and not being able to.”

Mizi smiled, shifting to take Sua’s hand where it was resting atop the table.

“We’re happy for you.” She glanced at Ivan. “Both of you.”

At the end of the night, Till was surprised to have Mizi pull him away from Ivan’s side. She walked them to the edge of the porch, grasping his hands tightly in her own.

“I know this is going to be cheesy and you’ll hate every second of it,” she said, “but I just really need to say it.”

Till tilted his head with a confused smile.

“I used to worry about you.” She squeezed his hands tighter. “You always acted like you were fine on your own but I just – I could tell you had so much love to give and for a while I almost felt guilty, turning you down.”

Till tensed, already opening his mouth, but she continued, “I know you never wanted me to, and you never did anything to make me feel that. I promise. It was just – normal concern for a friend, okay?”

She gently shook their hands, smiling now. “But now I see you with Ivan and… Till, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so happy.”

He couldn’t fight the smile off his own face, small and sincere. He stared down at their hands. “I – ” He paused, swallowed around the lump in his throat. He hadn’t even said this to Ivan, yet, but somehow it felt right. Saying it, now, to Mizi first. “I think I love him.”

For a long moment, there was silence. When he finally glanced up, Mizi wasn’t looking at him. She was staring over his shoulder, eyes a little wide, and –

He dropped her hands and spun around. Ivan stood there, frozen with his hand in the air like he had just been about to tap his shoulder. Mizi squeaked and scooted past them, rushing to join Sua at the other end of the porch.

“I was going to ask if you were cold,” Ivan said, dropping his hand. It was chilly out, middle of autumn now, and Ivan knew he ran cold. The simple but sweet gesture made his heart feel like it was going to burst out of his chest.

Till just nodded, not trusting his voice. Ivan shucked off his jacket and moved to wrap it around his frame.

“I didn’t want you hear that,” Till said finally, clutching the jacket to keep it from falling. “I was going to tell you soon. Just needed the right moment. I know it’s probably too soon or I don’t know, I don’t really know how to gauge these things – ”

Ivan moved, smooth but fast, wrapping an arm around his waist and drawing him in close enough to tip their foreheads together. If he remembered they still had company present, he didn’t seem phased by it. “I don’t believe in there being a right time for anything,” he breathed softly. “I love you, Till.”

He smiled so big he knew his cheeks were going to hurt later. He didn’t care. Happiness was worth it. “Good,” he said before cupping both sides of Ivan’s face and kissing him.

It reminded him a lot of their first kiss but this time the roles were reversed. Ivan seemed surprised for just a second before he smiled against his lips, tugging him even closer.

When they separated, Till was breathless. He wasn’t complaining.

“I hate to say this,” he let out a shaky laugh, still catching his breath, “but I think we need to send a thank you card or something.”

Ivan raised an eyebrow, searching his face. “To who?”

“I’ll tell you later,” he replied before moving in to kiss him again. He heard Sua’s groan from across the porch. Ivan laughed against his mouth.

A week before they left for their first vacation, just a couple days after the news of them dating had hit the media, Till went to the store and picked out a card. It was the vaguest card he could find in the store, just a simple “thank you” with a smiley face on the front. He signed it just as simply – Ivan and Till – and left it like that. He trusted Luka to figure it out.

#alnst #ivantill #alien stage #alnst ivan #alnst till #ivantill fic #mywriting

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ghouljams · 8 months

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as a fetch superfan, is she want konig needs?

like is there fetch angst or is she just a sex doll for konig

Fetch is what König needs! There's not exactly angst with them, but König sort of realizes she's not just a weapon/sex toy after a while. What König needs is a rock in the storm, and a light at the end of the tunnel. Despite her nature, Fetch is incredibly stable, she's a very good fit for him.

Unlike in the Cowboy AU in this one König sort of knows he's never getting out, Fetch is proof that he's too far gone, but that doesn't stop him from wanting some normalcy. I think König is looking for escape when he's not in the field, and instead of his old methods of drugs, alcohol, women, now he has Fetch. Who is waaaaay healthier and also more than happy to play house with him, which some buried part of him desperately wants.

Anyway, here's the "Oh my god I think I'm in love with her" moment.

You pet your fingers through König's hair, scratch at his scalp idly, he's gotten cuddly recently. You think it's because you've been on leave so long. It's weird to think there's a season for hiring mercenaries, but you guess there's highs and lows in every business. König's arms tighten around your waist, his face pressed against your stomach, half in your lap, half stretched out over the bed. He's gotten more comfortable with you seeing his face. Which is fantastic for you, because it means you don't have to feel bad about sneaking peaks of it.

It's been sort of nice to be on leave. You rented a little furnished apartment, month to month of course, and spent most of your time watching shitty television and going grocery shopping. You'd never been grocery shopping before. It was fun, it's fun just existing with König. It's weird, you sort of thought you'd be spending more time having sex, but things have been surprisingly tame. You're starting to get a little worried he can only get going if he's killed someone recently.

König has never been so comfortable, never been so relaxed. He'd been worried, leave is always interminable, always leaves him restless and wandering; looking for something, anything to take some of the edge off. He isn't made to exist outside the battlefield anymore. Too many soft edges filed to sharp points. He can take the edge off, but it always comes back, never stays quiet for long. It's never as good as the first time.

How was it that you only got better? Your excitement was almost infectious, thrilled to do something as simple as going to the shop. His hand clasped tightly in yours as you dragged him down the aisles. He wasn't used to seeing you out in broad daylight, but it was nice, it felt natural. It felt soft.

That was weeks ago, you should've worn off by now. So why does he find himself clinging to you, hoping you don't? Why do you spend more time talking, more time just holding each other, than fucking? Little bags of white powder abandoned on the coffee table, liquor bottles barely touched, he doesn't know where the edge stopped. When he stopped being scared of what would happen if he crashed. He already did, and you were there to catch him.

"Say my name," König asks you, voice muffled against the shirt you're wearing. That's another thing he's discovered recently. You know him. Know him in a way so thoroughly redacted by even the most highly classified documents that it could only come from being bound to his very being.

You rattle it off like it's nothing, first middle last. It might be nothing to you, but it's not nothing to König. He hasn't heard his name in years, his operator's name is the only one anyone living should know. His mother is long gone, family all but forgotten, but you hum his name and stroke his hair and he is overwhelmed with feeling. It chokes in his chest, big and nameless. Although that's not entirely true, he knows its name the same way you know his.

"You have so many thoughts running through you," You whisper. You've started speaking German when you're alone together, you must know he likes it. The familiar tones and grammar lull him in a way König thought must be lost to him. "What are you thinking about?" He knows you only ask for his comfort, that if you really wanted you could peal back the layers of him and hear them yourself. When did he come to trust you so wholly?

"You," He says plainly. You hum, a wordless ask to keep talking if he wants. Your fingers scratch at the base of his scalp, every comfort in the world laid out to him. "I love you," The words feel like peanut butter in his mouth, thick, sticky. They don't want to move past his teeth. He feels your fingers still.

If it were anyone else maybe he would've been scared to say it. Worried you wouldn't feel the same. But you've loved him since day one, devoted, obsessed, König has never worried about your feelings for him. Not when they're so clear.

"I love you too," You resume your petting. König smiles against you, buries himself further into your comfort. He's never heard you say it aloud before.

"Say it again."

"I love you."

#cod x reader #x reader #demon!darlings au #könig x reader #könig cod #könig call of duty #König x oc #oc: fetch #tw drugs #they're just mentioned but still wanna put that on there #cod x oc

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thebelugawhalefriend · 4 months

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Yandere Vampire Lesbian x Reader

CW: NSFW, Yandere themes, Female reader, Blood

Note: I love girls (vampire's name is Fiona ^^)

You were a humble gardener for the nobles, she was a distant watcher in the shadows. Her skin was so pale and sensitive to the light you indulged in, and yet she couldn't help but risk it all to see you. Sun kissed skin that was spotted with freckles. How soft would it be to her touch? To her teeth? Don't think you could get away with that scent of blood that came from your open cuts.

Fiona kept pacing the floor time and time again. If she simply indulged herself by taking you, surely you'd despise her for taking you away from the sun. She can't just keep watch of you outside in daylight! There's way too much shadow here, and going elsewhere would just open up an opportunity for your escape.

One night, she snuck right to your window and watched as you slept peacefully. Fiona's hunger yearns to pierce your veins, but her love wanted nothing more than to stroke your hair. Just the thought of seeing you so vulnerable... It was embarrassing to admit, but she was working herself up just thinking about it.

She couldn't take it anymore!

Sliding the window open, Fiona slips herself in and prepares what she can for her crime of passion. Ties you right up with what she can and keeps you sleeping the entire time. The hardest part came when she was carrying you out and had to evade the dogs that chase her down the street. After all, turning into a bat or feline would mean she couldn't carry you...

"Miss Mildred...?" You groan and sit up from the plush bed. Mildred, your main boss, usually kept you holed up in her spare bedroom until your job began. But this isn't the harsh straw bed... This felt like... "Wool? That can't be..." Wool is far too valuable for Mildred to gift you! She would never wrap you in this... Room.

"Darling! You're awake!" A pale skinned, white haired woman stands in the doorway. Purple eyes glinting with excitement and enlarged fangs poking from her mouth. Wait- fangs?!

"Darling?! Just where-" Fiona holds a finger to her mouth, glaring at you playfully to quiet down. "Hush now, you don't want to disturb the sheets. We'll make them messy together!"

"Ma'am..." You shift yourself backwards on the bed, looking down to discover one of your arms are chained to the bed. "I think you've got the wrong girl! Please, I haven't done anything!"

"Shhh, calm down... I'm not going to hurt you, my love. I wouldn't dare feed on someone so soft hearted without their permission." Fiona leans down to crawl onto the bed. It's only when she's leaning over you that you realize how TALL she is. Not just above average, but a staggering six feet of vampire. Not to mention some of the toned muscles that poked through the exposing parts of her black dress.

Her pale hand came to grip your face, "I've got just the gardener I want. Those stunning eyes are so beautiful up close, darling. Mind if I get a taste of you?" Her grip makes it hard to even speak, but some part of you was curious what would happen if you went along. Your somewhat relaxed posture invites her to place a soft kiss to your lips. "Divine..."

Purple eyes flicker below towards your tight button up shirt. She can see every lovely detail and outline of your body. Would the rest of you stay as smooth as your lips? Or would it be a fun adventure for her fingers to glide along? Fiona's body shivered at the thought.

"I can just smell your excitement, my dear. You've got to give me the whole experience!"

Her voice is so exciting and alluring. You can't even find the words to say yes or no. Nimble fingers slip off your shirt one by one until you're fully exposed to her. All that's left now is your cute little bra, to which she first teases you by rubbing your breast gently through it. "So cute..." Fiona whispers to herself, her other hand reaching to get your bra undone.

"I-I don't even know your name..." This is all you can muster, but it does stop Fiona from undressing you for a moment to look up into your eyes. "Does it truly matter, my love? I know all about you... Your own name, your job, and even your pets! Forget what you need to know, you'll find out once I've had my fill."

With that, she throws your bra right to the side and keeps one hand on one of your breasts. Of course she wanted to keep pleasing you, but it's hard not to indulge in your flavor! To not just leave you a complete mess! Your body squirms and twists as her other hand reaches below to feel you through your panties. Miss Mildred always made sure to keep you in skirts whether you liked it or not. Now, it just serves as an easy access for this horny vampire.

"Do you want this, my dear? Say the word and I'll make it happen." Her movements pause for a moment to let you answer. On one hand, this strange lady kidnapped you and is now insisting you let her please you. On the other... "Please..." Your voice is weak and unsure, to which she takes the hand from your breast and holds your face close to hers. "Please what?" "I... I want you to..."

"Want me to?"

"Want you to k-keep going...!"

"Perfect."

It's not even a second later and she's got your panties thrown to the side. Her hands now push your thighs aside to push her head in-between them. A skilled tongue now pressing on your clit first to get you soaked. Your words start to mumble off from making some sense to no sense. Your body weakly shivers for her every touch and move.

Fangs lightly graze the outside as her tongue presses inside. God, you're amazing to taste! Enhanced by the fact that your period must be coming soon. A subtle iron taste indicates such. Now her little session is less about pleasing you and moreso feeding her undying hunger for you. Fangs digging in a little to keep you from moving away while her tongue lapped at anything she could get. Arousal, mostly, but maybe hints of the blood that she could taste. Your sweet noises of guilty pleasure only drove her harder and harder to eat you out until your pussy was a clean plate.

"M-miss, please!" You practically scream, shaking and shuddering towards that familiar feeling. She knows damn well you're getting close, but she doesn't care. Fiona's pure hunger ravages you for any more taste. It's only until a little after your last cry of pleasure and rush of liquids that she slows down to lap up what comes out. The proud vampire lifts up from between your legs with a large smile, licking her fangs.

"My darling, your taste is stunning! You're so adorable~" She sits up to pinch your cheek, proud to see you a blushing mess. "Promise me you'll give me a taste tomorrow..."

#vampire fanfiction #vampire x reader #yandere x reader #yandere imagine #yandere crush #yandere #yandere vampire #yan vampire x reader #yandere vampire x reader #vampire imagine

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crimsonji · 1 year

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Can I request a Tighnari x f! Reader that after the archon quest, when they're going to sleep his s/o asks him to take off his shirt to see his scar and then just kisses on it

The rest I'll leave u in your hands :D

୨୧ Late Night Kisses

“ tighnari leaves himself bare, scars exposed and vulnerable to you in the warm glow of a lantern and silent nightfall “

ft. tighnari x fem!reader

cw: suggestive maybe? lots of kissing, archon quest spoilers, not proofread, mention of husband and wife but besides from that mostly gn!, maybe ooc idk its all very romantic and intimate

>> 🍁 kazuha's musings : tighnari’s been getting a lot of love on this blog recently…. not that I mind he’s one of my favourites, tighnari please come home. also I’m assuming by scar you mean by when he got struck by lightning so I’m going with that! ty for sending in a request this was so fun to write !!!!!

It had been a few days since that day, where Tighnari and Dehya had been warding off the Fatui until the sky crackled with lightning and cloudy skies that threatened to burst with pure electro energy, causing Tighnari to get struck from the encounter. And now, it seems that the entirety of Sumeru has been going through a whirlwind of discoveries and immense change.

That seemed to be the last thing on your mind, though, almost all of your attention had been directed towards Tighnari and his steadily improving health. Once you learned what had happened to Tighnari, you heavily insisted (basically forced) on aiding him in his daily activities until he was alright.

Not like Tighnari could do anything in this state anyways, his line of work heavily relied on his mobility, and the simple act of sitting down was far less than pleasant. For now, the most work he could do was write down his latest discoveries of various fungi and monitor Haypasia’s seemingly catatonic state of slumber.

Your nerves were finally settled once Tighnari felt he was suitable to take on his forest ranger duties again, but you did still express some concern for his health as high-ranked scholars and subordinates of the Akademiya had been granted mercy by Lesser Lord Kusanali and had been resided to Gandharva Ville to study forestry and discover knowledge in the new era that Sumeru was entering without an Akasha terminal.

In turn, the workload had increased tenfold for the forest rangers and Tighnari was all the more busier than he usually is. He appreciated your concern, really, and you two made it a habit to check in with each other whenever the chance arrived and to relax in one another’s presence in your shared home once the sun fell and the world fell in an illuminated silence for the night… >>

… Your shared bedroom was illuminated by the gentle flame of an oil lamp set on a nightstand that cast faded shadows across the room. Without it, the only source of light would be the speckled dots of burning stars that painted Teyvat’s night sky and its moon that reflected and fractured light across everything it touched.

You could confidently speak for both you and Tighnari just how exhausting and hectic it had been recently, the only refuge in your days being the early mornings where you woke up to see your fast asleep lover showered in blushed sunlight and what currently is nighttime, where you could finally relax both your muscles and mind. You were absentmindedly reading a light novel shipped from an Inazuman publishing house, moreover waiting for Tighnari to finish and join you in bed.

A soft smile crept onto your face, waiting for your lover like this felt rather domestic, almost like a wed couple, the thought of you and your boyfriend being referred to as husband and wife made your chest tingle from your dreams of the future. That fluttering feeling in your heart growing deeper once Tighnari had entered the room wearing a plain shirt and shorts that contrasted the fairly intricate garments he adorned day-to-day.

“You look happy, something exciting happen?” Tighnari chirped, noticing the dreamy smile on your face. You brushed off your somewhat embarrassing fantasies and closed your forgotten light novel to set it on the counter, lifting the sheets to give Tighnari better access as he slid under the thinly veiled covers with you.

“Nothing, I’m more happy that you’re here now.” you sheepishly spoke, moving closer to Tighnari and offering him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

He could only give a cheeky smile in response, ears twitching in approval as a hand traveled to cup your face; tilting your face towards his and leaning in for a kiss you two had been patiently waiting for since that morning. Soft lips molded against yours, Tighnari’s scent flowing your sense of smell and warmth blooming across both your cheeks and tinted lips. Arms wrapped around your waist, gently pushing you closer to him and encapsulating the tender moment.

You pulled away after a few seconds of what was utter bliss, light chuckles coming from both of you. “I missed you.” Tighnari mumbled “Me too.”

Your eyes traveled down to the nape of his neck that was usually covered by a dark turtleneck, frowning slightly at the residual scars from what had happened. Gently, you slowly lifted your hand and placed the tips of your fingers along his neck, dragging down like you were caressing something that could break at any moment. The ticklish sensation made Tighnari shiver until you stopped where his clothes shielded the rest of his skin.

“Does it still hurt?” you mused while pulling downwards at the neck of his baggy shirt, exposing more of the thin veined shockwaves of electricity that shot through his blood in mere milliseconds. The thought of that made you tense, especially since it had happened to someone so near and dear to you.

“Just a bit, but I can move around just fine.” he kindly reassured you, lazily resting his forehead on your shoulder as his shallow breath ticked the nape of your neck. It stayed like that for a short time, taking in each other’s scents and illuminating warmth as the outside was draped in a cold and unforgiving black.

“Tighnari,” you whispered softly into his ear, hearing him hum in response “can you take off your shirt for me?” a pause, then the shuffled noise of Tighnari pulling away from your form and pulling the fabric over his head casually until his entire upper body was fully visible.

Tighnari was always a bit on the skinnier side, but his skill in the bow and agile reflexes reflected in the tone of his stomach and forearms. These aspects of him were always covered with flexible and airy clothing, masking his quite endearing build. But now, Tighnari leaves himself bare, scars exposed and vulnerable to you in the warm glow of a lantern and silent nightfall. The scarred veins branched out in sharp lines like the thin roots of a tree, scattered along his shoulder blade down to his arm. You could notice some bandages wrapped along his waist from his encounter with the Fatui, which you had helped him wrap earlier that day.

You two sat in silence, Tighnari’s body relaxed in your soft gaze wandering across his body and analyzing each and every cut and scar adorning his skin. One hand found comfort on the side of Tighnari’s thin waist, the other trailing along the river of shockwaves that permanently painted Tighnari’s skin. You paused for a moment, eyes meeting his searching for some form of confirmation that it didn’t hurt.

“Please.” He urged you on. Smiling, your lips found comfort on Tighnari’s skin, featherlight pecks dancing across his skin that bloomed in pretty pinks like flower petals.

The ticklish sensation made it difficult for Tighnari to conceal the dumb smile growing on his face by the second, spurts of quiet giggles from the fox intermingled the intimate moment you were sharing. His tail, brushed and oiled methodically, occasionally thumped against the mattress in time with your numerous kisses that travelled along the seams of his neck. Experimentally, your kisses slowly became more intimate, kitten licks and open mouthed kisses felt warm on Tighnari’s numbing senses.

Another kiss was placed on Tighnari’s collarbone, your eyes traveling up to be met with a fool blushing wildly, stripped of all his inhibitions to his very core. You were in Tighnari’s hold, leaning closer towards him until your chests were flushed against one another’s so lips found yours once more. A surprised sound left you when Tighnari flopped back onto the mattress and bringing you down on top of him, the light of the lamp slowly trickling until it barely shone like it used to. Tighnari smiled against your lips, pulling away but still reeling from the overloaded sensations that were stirring in his body.

You silently moved next to him, arms and legs wrapped nonsensically around your bodies like they were knotted together. The fading light softly etched and outlined both of your features, watching Tighnari’s long eyelashes flutter close; faces close enough to feel the rhythmic breath blow into your face like a morning breeze.

You loved him, scars and all, and you made sure Tighnari knew that for as long as the world keeps spinning.

#[🍁] kazuha's haiku collection #tighnari x you #tighnari x reader #tighnari fluff #tighnari fanfic #tighnari smut #genshin impact #genshin #genshin fanfic

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festivalsofmargot · 1 year

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Sebastian Sallow Discovers ASMR {Sebastian Sallow x GN!Reader}

Introduction: Sebastian finds that he really enjoys watching you do your makeup, he’d go as far as saying it relaxes him. But when you two make a deal for you to practice the school play’s makeup on him, he couldn’t be more on edge. But then you treat him so delicately, and he’s never felt more safe. (Bending the rules so students can go in each other’s common rooms and dorms)

Word Count: ~ 2,100

Warnings: Kissing, Fluff

Author’s Note: Did I headcannon at 2am watching Starling ASMR - Makeup and Beauty trying to fall asleep? Yes, I did. And I’m tired of pretending I didn’t. Lmfao, this is definitely one of the more different things I’ve written but I had a lot of fun. God, I love ASMR. I wonder what people thought of it in a time like the 1890s when it didn’t have a name to it.

Songs (if interested):

The Chairman’s Waltz - John Williams, Itzhak Perlman, Yo-Yo Ma

Chef’s Special - Nicholas Britell

You are My Baby Miss - 조영욱과 THE SOUNDTRACKINGS

Sebastian lounged on your bed with his arms folded behind his head. He eyed you as you did your makeup, pressing the fluffy brushes over your eyelids. It had always been relaxing watching you, he couldn’t quite put his finger on why. Maybe it was how delicate your hand movements were, the powder flicking off your brush and turning into little speckles that slowly fell through the air, or even the soft noises you made while you focused.

You asked him once why he’d got so quiet. He wasn’t ashamed to admit you doing yourself up was fascinating to witness. You only hummed in amusement then, thinking he was being cheeky and not genuine.

Every time the two of you would go somewhere that wasn’t going to be a physically demanding outing, you liked to get dolled up. It was therapeutic to you, and ever since Sebastian got a glimpse of the process, it had been therapeutic to him too. He used to keep his glances at you subtle and sneaky, but seeing how fixated you were and realizing you wouldn’t notice, he began to blatantly stare.

Tonight was a student dinner with Professor Hecat’s top duelists, and Sebastian was keen on getting to your dorm in time. “When will you be ready?” He had asked.

“I’d say half an hour before the dinner, I think.” You replied.

“I’ll be ready and at your dorm before then.”

“You’re always welcome.” You told him absentmindedly, not thinking anything of it.

“I’m sorry, I’m taking so long with this.” You mused as you leaned back from the mirror to look over your work so far. “I can meet up with you at the dinner so you don’t have to sit through this.”

He gave a little shrug, keeping his gaze on you. “I’m fine here.”

“Maybe after, I can do yours.” You jested.

“Absolutely not.” He said without missing a beat, yet still transfixed. Although, he was curious if those brushes felt as nice on the skin as they looked.

You leaned into the mirror again, a smirk gracing your lips. “But I could make you look oh so pretty, Sebastian.”

He only shook his head, he would roll his eyes but he didn’t want to stop observing you.

“That reminds me. I volunteered to do makeup for the school play coming up. I know how to do my own, but I’ve never done someone else’s face. Could I practice on you?”

“No.”

You laughed at his quick rejection. “Please, Seb? You can ask me for whatever you want in return.”

“Tempting.” Of anyone he could have in his debt, you were always his top choice.

“I’ll only do the boys’ style, I swear. It’ll be natural, just a bit touched up for the stage. I’ll have a rag so you can wipe it off as soon as I’m done.”

He continued eyeing you as he thought on it. “I can ask for whatever I want?”

You glanced back at him then, nodding your head.

“Before or after you're done?”

You pursed your lips. It was risky, but you knew he’d only agree to it if you agreed blindly. “After.”

The corner of his mouth quirked up. “Now how can I say ‘no’ to an offer that enticing?”

You turned to him fully, eyes wide. “Really?!”

“Don’t get too excited, you don’t know what I’m going to ask of you. I’d rather we both be on edge about this, not just me.”

You bit back your giddiness and nodded in agreement. “Alright.” You turned back to the mirror.

This was always Sebastian’s favorite part. You took out a little container, dipped your finger in it, then dabbed the glistening substance on your lips, making them shine. Every time you got to this step, it took everything in him not to stride up and kiss you senseless.

Sebastian met you in the undercroft the following night. You had conjured up a couch and enlarged it a bit so that it could fit the both of you while he laid back and you sat next to him.

“Now just relax, I promise this won’t be as dreadful as you imagine.” You pushed gently on his chest to coax him down.

He eyed you and your makeup kit cautiously as he was pushed back. “Why did I agree to this again?” Despite his overall uneasiness, he loosened up a bit when your eyes started looking over his features, giving him this sense that you would treat him with care.

“Anything you want once I’m done, that’s the deal.” You reminded him for what felt like the hundredth time. You looked away from him and down to your kit to start picking out some brushes before he could back out.

“What if Ominis comes down here?”

“Ominis is blind. Haven’t you heard?”

“You’re hysterical.” Sebastian exhaled. He tried to relax as he layed back on the couch, folding his arms behind his head like he did in your dorm room. Maybe he could fall asleep and this would all be over before he knew it.

Placing the brushes on your lap, you turned your attention back to him. You brought your hands up and combed his hair back with your fingers, moving any stray strands out of the way. He went still, not wanting you to stop this first step. He’d admit, it was a nice start to all of this.

You pulled away all too soon and reached down to grab a bottle of clear liquid, he hadn’t the slightest clue of what. You emptied some of it onto your palm, then set it aside. Turning back to him, he watched as you warmed the substance between your hands. You then patted it onto his face, a pleasurable, cooling sensation hitting his skin. Not so bad yet, I suppose.

Once you were done, you waved a hand over his face to get the liquid to dry faster and the cooling sensation intensified. Not so bad. Keeping your hand going, you looked for something in your kit to even out his color.

“I’d hate to cover your freckles. I’ll do something light.” You were so deep in thought, your voice came out soft and nearly in a whisper. It had done something tingly to the back of his neck.

“Hmm.” Was all he could manage as he kept his gaze on you.

You took out a container with what looked like a tinted paste in it. You dabbed some of it onto the back of your hand, then brought a brush up and coated the bristles with it. Looking back at him, you expected to see more panic now that you were dealing with color. But he couldn’t seem more at ease as he looked back at you.

You cupped his jaw lightly, tilting his chin up a bit as you started to glide the brush along his face. Have your hands always been this soft? The wetness of the foundation coating his skin mixed with the fluffiness of the bristles felt better than he imagined.

He had initially wanted to fall asleep to get this over with, but now he was fighting to stay awake. He’d never admit it, but he hoped this would last hours. He had always felt safe being with you, but this was on a whole other level. Even if this did all end with him looking like a clown, he couldn’t work himself up enough to care at the moment. He’d daresay he was feeling a little seduced as well.

Keeping a tender hold on him, you finished with the brush and looked over your work so far. “Looks like a light layer works fine.” You said, your voice still unintentionally quiet just as it had been a few moments ago.

That shivering sensation returned and coursed down his spine, it was intoxicating. He didn’t care what you put on him next. Just keep touching him and talking as you were and he’d be compliant.

Releasing him, you went to take out a blush powder and picked up a clean brush. Sebastian watched, mesmerized as you dipped then tapped the brush on the compact to get rid of any excess. The light tapping sound and the slow fall of the powdery cloud had his insides turning into putty.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be too harsh with this.”

“I trust you.” He found himself saying.

You smiled, meeting his eyes then. You scooted closer to him and he welcomed it, shifting so you could have more room. “I just want to… make you look… sunkissed.” You drawled your hushed words as you concentrated on his face, brushing lightly at his cheeks, then his nose, then his forehead.

His eyes glazed over. If he wasn’t spellbound before, he was now. “How much longer am I at your disposal?” He tried to keep up his annoyed act, but it was long gone. The overwhelming calm he felt came out clear as day in his voice. Please say forever.

“Don’t worry, I’m almost done.”

No.

You returned to your kit and dug around. “Now this is where you might hate me.”

“Doubt it.” Paint me up as a king’s jester, I don’t care anymore. Whatever it was you were putting on him next, he noticed it was sparkly. He sighed and closed his eyes briefly. “In for a penny.”

“That’s the spirit.” You dipped your middle finger in, then smeared a touch of the substance onto his cheek bones. It was the finishing touch and you studied his features. He knew you were only looking over your work rather than him, but he still felt a great sense of warmth being under your gaze like this.

Putting everything away, you rubbed your hands together, wiping off any lingering makeup. You took out your wand then. “I want to check one thing. Lumos.” You recited with a flick of your wand. You held the light on one side, seeing how the highlight you added on his cheek bones would reflect, then you checked the other side.

What in Merlin’s name was this sensation you were invoking in him? It was bewitching really, giving him all these goosebumps as you were. You had managed to get his skin to prickle with only your gaze.

You nodded your head in approval. “I think I can go a bit heavier for the play, but this is a good start.” Swishing your wand, you put out your light. You conjured a hand mirror and handed it to him. “Look at you, handsome.”

He grunted taking the mirror from you, then he looked himself over. Oh, I really did have nothing to worry about. He looked as he normally did, just a bit more awake and as if he had been in the sun all afternoon. He tilted his face in the light so he could see what effect that sparkly stuff had on him. He wasn’t crazy about glittering in such a way, but he wasn’t as horrified as he expected he would be.

“Aguamenti.” He heard you recite, wetting a rag for him. You took the mirror from him and set it aside, then moved towards him even closer. “Here.” With the slightest amount of pressure, you began scrubbing his face. You thought for sure he’d scowl and swat you away like a child, wanting to do it himself. But he remained yielding.

His eyes were closed as you wiped everything off of his face. He looked so peaceful. Temptation taking over, your scrubbing slowed to a halt, and you brushed your lips over his. You were only there long enough for a peck, but you could feel him lean into it. His eyes fluttered open to look at you.

“Sorry.” You said lightly. Sebastian didn’t think you sounded sorry.

“Anything I ask, right?” His hand reached up and cupped your neck.

This time, it was you who was compliant. “Anything.”

He pushed you back on to the couch and positioned himself on top of you. Though he was in control now, he was still heavily under your spell. He kissed you deep and slow. Then brought his mouth down to your neck and started sucking sweetly.

“Seb, you’re gonna leave a mark.” You protested weakly, reveling too much in the feel of it to push him away.

“Anything I want.” He reminded you, and continued his work.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow imagine #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x gn reader #sebastian sallow fluff

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rorysvampire · 6 months

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𝕰𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖞𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖘 — 𝕮𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 [+18]

fem!reader x euronymous

content: bullying, creampie, blowjob, degrading, explicit and unprotected sex.

⚠️ WARNING: this story is NOT about the real-life Euronymous ⚠️

it was Halloween night. the weather was cold, but not cold enough to be uncomfortable. it was possible to see children and teenagers going out in costumes and asking for sweets, houses and stores decorated in the most fun ways possible through your window. It made you even more excited, making you even more willing to invest in your customization, but first, you needed a nice, relaxing hot bath, which definitely made you feel much more relaxed and warm compared to the current climate.

suddenly, your phone rings, breaking you out of the trance you were in, while getting ready for one of your college friends' Halloween party. when you look at the screen, you notice that the number was restricted and realize how strange that was.

this type of call was unusual, and it made you suspicious about who could be calling you. after thinking and rethinking a few times, you decide to answer.

"hello?" your voice dripped with suspicion, as expected.

"hello dear. I can see that you're excited for your Halloween night…” the voice was harsh and serious, and the way this - until then - stranger spoke to you, gave you goosebumps.

"who are you?" you stand firm despite being apprehensive and suspicious. and every second of waiting for an answer felt like an eternity.

“well, that’s not important… but do you know what really matters?” the voice says, giving you a pause to think.

“you look beautiful in that Jigsaw costume.” your body immediately freezes. there was no one in your house but you, at least that's what you thought.

you take a deep breath, trying not to despair and not show that you were scared. millions of possibilities run through your mind, while you hope it was just a prank. but this moment of terror ended in that second, when you heard a familiar laugh in the background of the call.

“wait… Sky?” you say, confused and thoughtful.

“damn, you got me.” without using the voice distorter, your friend laughs when discovered her evil plan.

“I should have known this was your thing.” the relief was noticeable. now that it was all just a silly joke, you could breathe again.

“haha yeah! but tell the truth! I scared you, right?” the excitement in the girl's voice was infectious.

“it definitely scared the hell out of me. but how do you know what I’m wearing?” it was a great point. you knew there was no way she could have entered your house without you noticing.

“look out the window.” in the same second, you turn around and see the girl in the bushes in front of your room, wearing the famous Ghostface costume.

she takes off her mask and smiles, waving in a funny way. so, you took the opportunity to go to that party together. it wasn't that far from his house, so it was a peaceful walk there.

…

the party was noisy. people talking, laughing, shouting, scaring each other, loud music and everything that could exist at an event like this. the two of you enter the party, getting used to the chaotic atmosphere of the place.

a waiter dressed as a zombie greeted both of you with shots of vodka, who makes you chuckle and find it very amusing. when you down your first shot of the night, your throat burns and your body heats up immediately, putting you in the mood.

even with all the excitement at seeing the costumes everyone was wearing, the sound, and the drink, none of that stopped you from being bothered when seeing a disturbing sight. there was the stupid Oystein, drinking and laughing with his friends. you roll your eyes and head to another area of the party with your friend so as not to be seen by him. but that didn't last long.

as you down your second shot of vodka, you see Oystein walk up to you with the same mocking smile on his face. you take a deep breath and think to yourself the same thing: "I can't let this asshole ruin my night.". this became your mantra to stay patient.

euronymous stops next to you, and Sky whispers in your ear "good luck!" giving a few discreet giggles before leaving. your look was desperate when you notice that you would be alone with this idiot.

“what the hell is that?" said the boy, looking at you from the bottom to the top.

"I thought girls only dressed like that in porn." he laughs, making the same arrogant expression as always.

"what about you? Jeff the Killer, really?? what, you're stuck in 2014?" you say laughing, looking him up and down. he really looked like crazy in that costume.

"at least I don't look like I came out of a strip club." he said with a victorious smile.

"tell the truth, am I not extremely attractive with that fake cut on my mouth?" he approaches you to show you the makeup.

"I can give you a real cut if you want." your sarcastic laugh irritated him. and you knew it.

"Wow, how mean!" he says, pretending to be hurt by your words. impatiently, you don't wait for a response and turn to go to another room in the house, but he continues to follow you.

“you're really in character, huh?” he speaks right behind you, too close.

“just don't put me in the reverse bear trap, Mrs. Jigsaw..." it was inevitable to chuckle at the nonsense he said from time to time. it made you forget what an asshole he was.

“If you keep following me I’ll do worse than that.” you say, getting another shot.

"do you know why I'm following you?" it made you curious. you turn your face slightly to look at him from the corner of your eye, but continue walking.

"because I can get the perfect view of your ass from this angle." he says, almost whispering next to your ear, and chuckled.

"fuck you, Oystein." pissed, you groan and walk faster trying to find a place where he couldn't bother you. and he continues to follow you.

"you can't blame me for that. despite that ugly face of yours, you have nice body." he continues to laugh and mock you. it makes your blood boil, but your mantra was helping you remain unshakable.

"what? are you trying to act like a badass by ignoring me? that's pathetic!" you continued to try to ignore him, but it was getting harder and harder.

“the best answer is the one that is not given.” you used that phrase to stay calm. it was obvious that he was trying to get you off as usual, but this time you were determined it would be different.

"you're not fun at all. you're just another one of those basic bitches who pretend to be a good girl, but that outfit gives away that you're a whore." he was really focused to annoy you, and it was noticeable by the stupid smile he kept.

"you're not going to ruin my night you little piece of shit." with your arms crossed you finally manage to separate yourself from him and party with your friends.

for a few moments there really was a minute of peace. you managed to dance, drink and kiss a random boy who was on the dance floor, who was clearly flirting with you. it was being a lot of fun, until he showed up again.

"are you having fun, slut?" you feel a shiver run down your spine when you hear his voice next to your ear. there was something about his voice that was very sensual, even though he was saying terrible things to you.

"what the fuck!?" you were irritated again, and look at him to show your disapproval.

"who do you think you are to talk to me like that? you're crossing the line." he says in a more serious tone.

"honestly? I don't give a fuck about what you think." you continue to dance, and turn your face away so you don't have to look at that narcissistic smile again.

"don't ignore me!" Oystein says. his presence was heavy. you could feel him behind you, even though he wasn't touching your skin. suddenly, and apparently very angry, Sky reappears.

“I'm tired of these silly fights you guys have!!!" she said almost screaming so we could hear even with the sound turned up. the girl holds both of their wrists and takes them to an isolated room.

"sort yourself out, damn it!" Sky slams the door shut, locking you both inside.

"see what you did? you pissed her off!" you say trying to open the door but failing.

"I can't believe I'm going to be forced to stay in this place with you!" Oystein rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.

“shut up!" you move away from him.

"who do you think you are to tell me to shut up?" he approaches you again, and this time, he was invading your personal space.

"we're in this situation because of you for being a spoiled little bitch." he said, now trying to open the door.

"now it's my fault? you've got to be kidding!" you lean your back against the wall, trying to think of a solution that wouldn't kill Euronymous.

he moves even closer to you, leaving a few centimeters of distance between your body and his. he abruptly puts his hand in your hair and pulls it towards him. "you're being very rude to me. I must be going too easy on you..." he gives an evil smile, but at the same time seductive.

“do you know how many things I could do to you without anyone knowing in here?" his whisper was lustful, and his hot breath next to your skin made your stomach freezes.

“I want to see you try." you tease. the sexual tension between the two of you was undeniable even within the college itself, and you weren't the type of person who took moments to herself. you felt attracted to him. you wanted to kiss him. but he would NEVER admit it, due to the boy's troubled personality.

he continues to hold you by your hair, but with more force "you really don't know what you're dealing with..." you feel the boy's wet, warm tongue touch your ear, one of your weak spots. he was winning that fight, but you were stubborn, so even though your panties were starting to get wet, you didn't give in.

“you are nobody, Oystein. just a spoiled, angry little boy.” your teasing makes him even angrier. you were getting what you wanted, pushing his buttons until he proved what he was capable of doing to you.

in the end, you were dominating the situation. even though he had the physical advantage, all of this was actually happening because you made it happen, without seeming like you were really interested in making out with him.

he then drags you by your hair to the edge of the bed and sits you down. his grip was strong, but you felt pleasure from it. he looks into your eyes, full of lust, angry and dirty thoughts about you, as slowly lets go of your hair, making his hands slide down your face tenderly. he removes his belt and unbuttons his jeans, leaving the throbbing bulge exposed inside his underwear, which soon pops out.

"open." he orders, indicating for you to open your mouth, and so you do.

you feel his cock slide hard across your tongue, reaching your throat. you could hear him gasp as he felt your warm, soft mouth inside. euronymous holds your head with both hands and starts to move your head slowly, making you feel every inch of him.

the movements gradually become faster and faster, pushing deeper and harder each time. he didn't mind seeing you choke a few times, in fact, it turned him on even more. his eyes filled with tears involuntarily at the act, making him smile.

"you look much better down there." he said, in a low, seductive voice.

Oystein removes his dick, completely covered with your saliva, from your mouth, controlling his breathing so he can hold on and enjoy you more. he pushes you roughly, making you lay down on the bed.

his touch was aggressive and firm, exactly what you expected. at this point, your bottom was already ruined, soaked by your dirty desire to be fucked by the boy you hated. his hands slide down your soft skin until he reaches your underwear under your skirt.

Oystein strokes the fabric as he slowly slides the article of clothing off of you. he notes how wet it was, and smiles in approval. "I knew you weren't a saint like everyone at college thinks."

“but this will be our little secret.” he said, as he opens your legs with some force, revealing your extremely wet cunt. you saw Euronymous' rigid member pulsing violently, demonstrating how hungry he was for you. and God, that sight was wonderful.

his fingers slowly slide into your entrance, and without wasting much more time, he inserts his two fingers into your tight and soft entrance, making you moan, even if unintentionally.

"if you hated me and are reacting this way, I don't even want to imagine if you liked me..." he says, increasing the speed of his thrusts, while using his thumb to stimulate your clit.

“j-just shut up…” your voice came out slightly cracking, as you tried incessantly to hold back your moans. but it was inevitable, after all, he knew what he was doing.

you couldn’t stand pretending anymore. your body shake and twitch with so much pleasure, completely surrendering to Oystein. he liked to see how much you were enjoying it, how much you moaned, all of this made him feel the urgency of having you for himself, and only him.

he removes his fingers from you when you were close to your limit, exactly as he planned. Euronymous smiles evilly and pulls your hips tightly towards him. his cock was hard and throbbing, begging to be inside you. the boy positions himself on top of you, and slowly pushes into your slippery pussy. he lets out a loud moan along with you, as he experiences that mix of hot and exciting sensations.

you were panting, your hearts beat at the same frequency, tension and desire grew with each minute. and finally, when he regains his strength, Oystein starts to give you violent thrusts, making your pussy wetter and wetter. he looks into your eyes and places one of his large, masculine hands on your jaw, squeezing tightly.

the feeling was indescribable. you were completely served for him, and the way he held your face in an almost animalistic way was just so hot. your shame was soon put aside and you moaned without even thinking, making him even more excited about fucking you without mercy.

he continued to pound into you, until you felt your body writhe in pleasure, feeling the orgasm hit you with great intensity. Oystein smiles, but doesn't stop the movements, making your sensitive intimacy even more stimulated, until he finally felt satisfied with you, spurting his hot and sticky liquid inside you.

you both were clearly exhausted and your body was shaking with horny. he pulls out of you, causing his liquid to drip out of your cunt.

"that’s the most beautiful sight I've ever seen." Oystein says breathlessly but smiling. sweat drips from his forehead and he lays his body on top of yours, making you feel his hot breath.

"you're officially my favorite little sex doll."

• thank you for reading this! forgive me for my English, I'm still not 100% fluent in the language. I'm accepting requests or suggestions! criticisms are also welcome!

#rory culkin #fanfic #metal #halloween #euronymous #mayhem band #lords of chaos

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Distractions

Relationship: Hatake Kakashi x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Warnings: smut, oral sex, cunnilingus, blow jobs, 69, vaginal fingering, praise kink, cum swallowing, no plot at all, POV Kakashi

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: When Kakashi is free for the day, will it be a lazy day off, or will he find something more active to do with you?

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It was the type of rare day that Kakashi had learned to treasure above all.

He had no mission, no assignment, and no commitments. He could spend the day however he wanted.

Kakashi turned his head to find your sleeping figure beside him. You were completely out, your plush lips separated just enough for your soft breaths to fan over the pillow. Your hair was rumpled in an undeniably cute way, and he had to resist the urge to move in and kiss you awake.

Normally, it would be something you would welcome. But it was still quite early in the morning—still nighttime by some people’s standards—and Kakashi’s inflexible schedule dictated it was time for his morning workout. So he allowed himself just a few more minutes to admire you before sliding out of bed to get dressed and head down to the training grounds.

As the sun rose, Kakashi worked himself through his usual routine: a series of stretches followed by a variety of calisthenics, then finally a few laps around the grounds. When he was good and tired, the sun fully brightening the blue sky, he knew it was time to head home.

The apartment was still quiet as he showered and started breakfast. It wasn’t until the meal was almost done that you padded your way into the kitchen, greeting him with a hug from behind and a kiss on his cheek. You then helped him finish cooking, stealing little lingering touches as he plated the tamagoyaki and you brewed some tea.

After breakfast, Kakashi began cleaning and sharpening his ninja tools while you relaxed on the couch, propped up on a pillow that was wedged between your back and the arm of the sofa. Your legs were crossed, and you held a certain novel in your hands that Kakashi had read enough times for the pages themselves to become distinctive.

He felt you glancing over at him from time to time, your eyes roaming the lean muscles of his arms and shoulders as he worked. He raised an eyebrow when he caught you, and you giggled behind the pages of the book.

“Sorry,” you giggled. “You’re just a little distracting…in a good way!”

Unconsciously—okay, maybe intentionally—Kakashi flexed just a little more than necessary as he passed each blade over the whetstone. About five minutes went by before he looked up again at the sound of your playful snickering, expecting you to still be peeking at him from the pages of the book. Instead, your eyes were glued to the novel, and you were biting down on your lower lip.

If asked, Kakashi would never admit it. But in that moment, his ego took a serious hit.

He crouched behind you, reading over your shoulder. If he’d had the foresight to judge how far you were in the novel, he would have been able to tell exactly where you were, or at least a close approximation. But instead, the lewd words jumped off the page the same way they had when he’d first discovered the book. The vivid description of the characters’ depraved actions made him bite the flesh inside his cheek to keep from giggling. But the knowledge that your eyes were devouring the words; your body temperature rising, your skin flush, your heartbeat quickening—his skin tingled with want and his brain went dizzy.

“Y/N,” he whispered gently beside your ear, causing you to jump in surprise like a child caught sneaking sweets before dinner.

“Kakashi. You scared me.”

I can tell. He caught the way your pupils—previously blown wide from your excitement at the perverse language on the page—quickly constricted and your heartrate increased even higher. The aroused pink of your cheeks made him wonder if your pussy was flushed the same shade.

“You're at one of my favorite parts,” he continued.

Your brain couldn’t follow, too saturated with lustful imagery to shift focus. “O-oh?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed as he turned his neck to allow his lips to skate over your warm skin. He placed a kiss to the pulse point in your neck. “I think it might be one of yours as well, considering I don’t seem to be much of a distraction anymore.” Kakashi gently brushed his lips up to your earlobe, sucking softly on the flesh before whispering: “Perhaps I should try a bit harder.”

“Y-yeah?” you giggled. He smirked against your skin and toyed with your ear a little longer before he started kissing his way toward the hollow of your neck, his hands gripping the arm of the sofa for stability. His tongue instinctively licked against the sharp dip, teeth reverently grazing the skin pulled taut over the bone. You mewled beneath him, the book completely forgotten on your lap as you laid back to enjoy his ministrations.

That’s more like it.

“Kakashi,” you sighed, reaching up to play with his hair as your thighs started rubbing together for relief. He sucked kisses down your chest, his nose nuzzling under the neckline of your top. But he could only get so far before the solid edge of the sofa pushed back against this chest. No way was the Copy-nin of the Hidden Leaf going to be thwarted by a piece of furniture. Kakashi growled in frustration before abruptly standing and scooping you from the couch.

You squealed in feverish excitement as he carried you into the bedroom. “This is turning into quite the distraction.”

“Well, I can’t do what I plan to do to you over there,” he explained, causing you to snort.

“Just what are you planning to do to me?”

He reached the side of the bed and gently laid you down with your feet up by the pillows.

“Just trust me,” he purred, taking his place at the foot of the bed. You looked at him with a mixture of desire and confusion, but he could tell that desire was winning out by a landslide.

Kakashi knelt down and kissed your cheek before continuing his journey down your neck, nipping his way from your collarbone to your cleavage. When you chuckled, he felt your laughter against his own chest.

“Where do you think you’re going?” you teased.

Kakashi turned his neck to peek back at you. “A very naughty place,” he replied with a smirk before pressing his face into the soft swells of your breasts.

You laughed a sound of love and joy as you grabbed the back of his head, your fingers tangling into his hair. He started sucking hickeys into your skin and caused you to yelp. “Perv!”

You arched your back and grasped at the fabric of his shirt. He leaned away from you and reached back to grab the back of his neck and pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it to the corner of the room. Even from your upside-down vantage point, your eyes were glued to him. Your hands immediately explored his bare torso, sending shivers through his muscles. He sat back on his heels, admiring the telltale redness over your chest where his mouth had been hard at work.

“What’s wrong?” you asked. “Why did you stop?”

Kakashi stood at his full height and peered down at you. “Take off your clothes for me.”

You bit your lip at his direction, but immediately began following. He watched as your fingers pulled your shirt over your head, exposing all that soft, creamy skin. You tilted your head to watch him slide his pants and briefs down, a happy giggle leaving your throat as his dick bobbed free of its restriction. You licked your lips and he had to hold back the urge to fuck your pretty mouth right there. Just a little self-restraint, he reminded himself, and he would feel your tongue tracing his veins soon enough. First, you had a task to finish. “I want all your clothes off, sweetheart.”

You smiled impishly and took your time, your eyes focused only on his stiff cock as you maneuvered your way out of your bra. He was about to tease you for staring, but the Copy Ninja was certainly no better. His mouth was watering as he saw your pretty nipples stiff and begging to be tasted. It seemed you noticed his actions, quirking an eyebrow at him before hooking your thumbs under the waistband of your skirt. Kakashi stepped out of his clothes while you wiggled your way out of yours, your breasts bouncing and making him feel more and more impatient.

“That’s right,” he groaned, his hand delicately wrapping around his dick. “So beautiful.”

He looked over you before you fully settled down, still kicking your skirt and panties away when he lost his battle for self-control and he finally let his mouth descend over your chest. He sucked the pebbled nipple between his lips, licking and nibbling at it and causing you to squirm and pant. “Kashi…” you whined impatiently. He could feel your breath fanning over his chest and your hands scrambling over his shoulders as you tried to orient yourself.

Kakashi tugged your nipple between his teeth before releasing it with a wet pop. “I asked you to trust me, Y/N,” he reminded you, his eyes drinking in the way your hard nipple was shiny with his saliva. “You do trust me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.”

Pride swelled in his chest at your quick answer. He would never get tired of hearing you tell him that. He didn’t even need to respond; he just went right back to work, kissing up toward your ribs. You let out the cutest little whimper, the sound vibrating into his skin. Then he felt your nails gently drawing patterns over his back as you tilted your head to flick your tongue out over his nipple.

“Ngh—baby…” He groaned as you teased his nipple. He let his forehead fall onto your abdomen as you toyed with him, nearly causing him to lose his patience. “Mmm…scoot a little closer to the headboard.”

You did as he asked, bending your knees to bring your butt up a little higher. He followed eagerly, prowling onto the mattress and settling his knees on either side of your head. You grasped his thighs and giggled as his cock bobbed directly over your face. He licked at your hipbones, smelling the arousal between your legs.

Suddenly, he felt you lick the precum leaking from his tip. His cock twitched to chase you, but he held his hips back and hovered his torso over you.

“Is that what you want me to do?” you asked coyly.

He swung his head down to look between your bodies and saw the gorgeous sight of you on your back, his cock almost threatening as it loomed over your face. “You’re gonna do a lot more than that,” he growled.

You giggled and teased kisses over his hips, thighs, dick; anywhere you could reach. Kakashi watched for a moment, his head swimming from the awe and gratitude he felt as the subject of your affections.

…Or maybe the feeling was partially a byproduct of his blood rushing simultaneously to his head and his dick.

Either way, he knew exactly what he wanted next.

Kakashi lifted his head to watch as he hooked his hands under your thighs, gripping them and peeling them apart to reveal your sex, sticky and shiny with arousal.

Your tongue lapped at him again to tease him, but this time, he wasn’t going to let you get away with it. His hips pressed down to pursue the warm wetness your mouth, his cock sliding along your tongue until it filled your mouth.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he moaned. “Go on and suck my cock.”

Your movements were a little clumsy and unpracticed at first while you got used to the new angle, but he was generous enough to pulse his hips and help you find your rhythm. And as soon as you did, he smirked, knowing he was about to throw you off again.

He stiffened his tongue to a point and flicked it over your clit, causing you to choke around his dick. “You okay, baby?” he smirked.

“Mmmmhmm,” you hummed, mouth still occupied with his solid cock.

“Good girl,” he groaned before licking you again, the alternate angle allowing him direct access to your clit before laving forward to collect the delicious slick on his tongue. You splayed your knees out and he gripped your thighs, holding you open so he could devour you. Each pass of his tongue had you moaning and whining around his dick, the vibrations urging him on to lick more furiously as his hips bucked to fuck your face.

“Feels so good baby,” he growled. “Fuck, want you on top.”

He caged you in with his legs and rolled to bring your body on top of his. You instinctively leaned off of him, but he kept his grip on your thighs so you couldn’t move from straddling his mouth.

“That’s it, Y/N. Catch your breath.” he caressed your thigh. “We’re not done here.”

He tugged you down to sit on his face, his grateful mouth working over your folds and making you whine with pleasure. Arousal dripped down your thighs and onto his face. You rolled your hips against him, but he dug his fingers into your hips to hold you still.

“Not so fast,” he teased. “If you want more from me, I think you know what to do.”

You eagerly rubbed your body on his, arching your back into a feline curve. He softly kissed your thigh as you started touching him, your delicate fingers tracing the ridges and veins of his shaft.

He moaned out at your touch, feeling just as desperate for it as he’d been the first time you’d ever touched him. Then you engulfed the tip in the warmth of your mouth, sending a shiver through his body. He let out a satisfied moan at the feeling of you sucking and licking the fat head of his cock while you continued to touch and tease his shaft. The pressure surrounding his cockhead was overwhelming in a way that was both too much and not enough all at once.

Kakashi reached down to tangle his fingers in your hair, gently guiding you to take a little more of his dick in your mouth as his hips lifted off the bed. For extra encouragement, he licked a wide stripe along the full length of your sex. You whined, saliva drooling down toward his balls.

It was even better than he imagined; your cunt rolling against his lips as your tongue guided his cock deeper and deeper into your throat. He wanted it to last forever, but he got carried away and he took your sensitive clit between his teeth, rolling it and sucking it to the point where you were already reaching your high.

Your cunt clenched as your juices flowed onto his face, a slutty moan fighting for occupancy in your full mouth. Your orgasm must have switched your brain off, your mouth stalling halfway down his cock, your lips and throat vibrating as you trembled around him. He smiled against you, loving the way he had you so worked up already. But his lust-addled brain still wanted more; wanted to feel your throat constrict and gag around him, wanted to fill your mouth with cum.

A slave to his instincts, Kakashi reached down to grip your hair by the root, slowly pushing your head back down to give himself more of that much-needed relief. It wasn’t a gesture meant to coerce you; he only wanted to help. Help guide you further down his shaft, to keep that incredible feeling going for as long as possible. So when his efforts paid off and the head of his cock rubbed against the soft insides of your throat, Kakashi moaned like some desperate virgin.

The back of your head pushed against his palm as you choked, frantic puffs of air from your nose tickling his balls. You put one palm flat on the mattress and pulled yourself off of him, gasping as a tear rolled down your cheek.

“Sorry,” he sheepishly hissed. Your chest heaved as you took deep breaths. “Are you alright?”

You tilted your head upside-down and looked at him through the space between your bodies, blinking through the moisture in your eye. Kakashi’s dick twitched as you smiled back at him, looking adorably silly as your inverted head nodded. Then you straightened out and kissed his hipbone.

“I’m fine,” you responded, working your way back to his stiff cock. “Just needed a second.”

Kakashi grabbed hold of your flank, his fingers gripping the plush flesh of your ass as he pulled your hips down to feather hisses over your pussy in the same way you were kissing around the base of his dick.

You shakily lifted your body away from his face, taking your still-sensitive pussy out of reach of his scheming mouth. Undeterred, Kakashi opted to simply kiss along the soft skin of your thighs as they quivered on either side of his head. He stole a glance up at you, seeing your swollen lips trail kisses up his length while your pretty fingers wrapped around him.

“Fuuuck that feels so good.” His eyes rolled back in his skull as he relaxed onto the pillow. “Mmmm you love my cock, don’t you sweetheart?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, running the pads of your fingertips along his most prominent vein.

“That’s it,” he continued. “Show me how much you love my cock. I want to feel you kiss it all over.”

Always eager to please, you did just as he asked. Your lips pressed loving kisses along every inch, your tongue flicked out to taste him, and your fingers spread your saliva along his skin, combining it with any precum that your tongue hadn’t already lapped up.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” he panted. “My cock loves you too, Y/N. Mmmm it loves you so much.”

Your mouth opened wide as you licked him from base to tip, then your hand wrapped around his lower half and you took the rest in your mouth.

“Ohhhhh, that’s it baby. Just like that.”

Kakashi laid there in utter bliss as you worked his cock with your mouth, skillfully bobbing up and down along his shaft and jerking off the base. He shut his eyes, just focusing on the incredible pleasure between his legs and the delicious scent of your cunt as you hovered inches from his face.

Right now, Kakashi was sure he was the luckiest man on Earth.

He was just so in love with you, and he wanted to enjoy every bit of you for as long as he could. He hummed as he kissed your thighs again. His grateful hands explored the expanse of your back, rubbing over your hips, butt, and upper thighs. He felt heat beneath your skin.

Lazily, his eyes opened and he unabashedly stared right between your legs. The lips of your cunt were puffy and slick, clear and shiny arousal nearly drooling from between them.

“Your little cunt is so pretty, baby,” he smirked. “So pink and shiny. And so goddamn wet.” Kakashi reached his hand up to run one finger between your folds, collecting the gooey substance on his fingertip. “Already came once and you’re this wet just from sucking my cock?” he chuckled. “That’s my girl.”

You moaned around him as he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked your fluid clean off it. A low groan rumbled in his chest. “Mmmm, so fucking good.”

Gently, he pushed his finger in to the first knuckle. Your lips vibrated against his dick as you arched your back in surprise. “Just take it, sweetheart,” he cooed as he added his middle finger and sunk both in another inch. “Let me touch you while you taste my cock.”

He rotated his wrist and started fucking you with his long fingers, hearing the wet squelching sounds as he pumped them in and out, in and out, quickly taking advantage of the arousal present to welcome a third finger.

“Fuck, you're so gorgeous Y/N,” he panted as his hips started thrusting up to meet your mouth. “I wish you could see the way your greedy little pussy is sucking me in. Mmmm, this is quite the show.” He felt you whine as you shifted your hips, your thighs slightly closing even as you continued to do filthy things to him with your mouth.

“Are you blushing?” he teased, increasing the pace of his hand to remind your pussy who it belonged to. “Even your cunt is blushing.”

Kakashi pressed a wet kiss to your inner thigh, using his mouth to show as much as tell you how much he loved you. “You don’t need to be shy with me, Y/N. You already know you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”

Your skin flushed again at the compliment. You slid your hand down to cup his balls, toying with them while you gradually worked your lips closer and closer to his pelvis. The head of his cock barely breached the entrance to your throat before you paused.

“That’s it, Y/N. You're doing so good.” For encouragement, Kakashi pressed his thumb into your clit and began rubbing little circles over it. “Take it again, baby.”

You took a deep breath through your nose and swallowed around him, getting him a little further down your throat. “Haaaa Y/N you’re gonna make me cum…” he whined, desperately lifting his hips for just a little more. Your throat constricted as you choked, sputtering and pulling away.

He didn’t have time to hiss out another apology before you descended on him again, working his cock with your hand and mouth to make up for the loss of contact. He exhaled heavily as his eyes rolled back in his head. He was ready to finish, but he couldn’t resist working you up just a little more.

“Fuck, fuck I’m close—” Kakashi panted, driving his hips up to meet you. “You wanna swallow my cum? Hmm?”

“Mhmm,” you whimpered as you ground your clit down against his thumb.

He circled it harder and faster, fucking your mouth in the same frenzied fashion. “Yeah? You gonna swallow everything I give you like a good girl?”

“Mm—Mhmnmm!”

“Get ready…I…h-hah!”

All his muscles turned to gelatin as he let his release loose down your throat. You gagged a little and pulled back just enough to collect the bitter fluid on your tongue, swallowing at a more controlled pace. His hand dropped onto his sides and you licked the last of his cum from his dick before rolling onto your back beside him.

For a minute, you and Kakashi just laid there panting. Surprisingly, you were the first to move, reorienting yourself to bring your head up next to his. He smiled and welcomed you with his arm extended, pulling you in to snuggle against his chest. You kissed his chest right over his pounding heart.

Kakashi smirked. “So, was the distraction worth it?”

The loving look you gave him in return was more than answer enough.

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