Requested: YES! I took a few requests and put them into one
i was wondering if you could write about dom!luke fwb kind of situation where luke tells you about his thought process when writing no shame and admitting itâs like about the reader ?Â
literally the sluttiest kinkiest shit you can write for luke
leaving hickeys all over luke, JUST IMAGINE SKSK
Word Count: ~3.1k
Luke: wyd?
You rolled your eyes at the text that just came through, and your eyes flickered up to the clock. 9:45 PM. This was the usual time he texted, but you couldnât help the smile forming as you typed your response.
You: On my way to you?
Luke: Wow so eager for me. See you soon angel.
You loved the message and got off the couch to head to your car. Your engine started up and you turned the radio on as you started to drive to Luke's apartment. You couldnât help but laugh as one of the band's songs started playing over the radio, a song from their second album. You had met Luke through a mutual friend at a party after they released their first album, but slowly became closer whenever they would be back in L.A. or if they flew you out.Â
You made the first move, kissing him when you were slightly tipsy and the two of you realized you had a lot of chemistry. It was mainly physical, but there were a few moments where the two of you would go on dates but neither of you would call them dates. Just friends with benefits. It was too busy for either of you to date but you loved fucking him too much to let him move on, to let yourself move on.
The drive to his house was quick, thatâs also part of the reason that the two of you continued hooking up with one another. You entered the code into the gate and pulled into the driveway next to his car, shifted into park and sighed as you looked at yourself in the mirror one last time. You applied just a little bit more of the lipstick that he loves, and ensured your make up was fine. He loved the disheveled makeup look after he fucks you thoroughly, so you knew what you were doing.Â
You climbed out of the car and walked up to the door, about to knock but he already opened the door by the time you got to the threshold. Heâs just so attractive.
His curls were freshly washed, the smell of his body wash hitting you immediately - you were the one who bought it for him, one of your favorite scents. He had a basic white tee on but it fit him so well, as well as the gray sweats he had on.Â
He pulled you in immediately, his lips meeting yours as you wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him closer to you. There was no need for introductions, no need for any conversation. You both knew what you were there for.
âNow listen angel, thereâs going to be a few things happening. I want you to go upstairs, strip down and get on your back. Next, I am going to put your ankles in the spreader bar and show you what I bought for you earlier today,â He murmured in your ear, his hands coming down to grip your ass.
âThe first part of the toy goes right on your clit, and then the other part of the toy goes right inside that pretty little pussy of yours. Then, Iâm going to fuck that sweet ass.â He muttered, his words echoing in your head as he slapped your ass. âUnderstood angel?âÂ
His nose nudged yours and you nodded your response, his lips moving to meet yours again.
âGo.â He whispered, and you eagerly went up to his bedroom and did exactly as he said. Your eyes landed on the toy, a bright pink vibrator that was sort of U shaped, on his bedside table beside a bottle of lube. You quickly stripped down and laid on the bed, your anticipation building as you heard Luke slowly come up the stairs.Â
You shifted slightly as he opened the door, his normally bright blue eyes darker, lust evidenced on his face as you slowly opened your knees and his gaze fell directly onto your center.
âAnkles up,â He murmured, and you lifted your ankles up into the air as he slowly clasped the cuffs around each of your ankles, the bar separating your legs further and he pushed the bar up into the air.
âThat cunt is so fucking beautiful. And itâs all mine to devour,â He muttered, his gaze snapping up to yours as he pulled his tee over his shoulders. He pushed down his sweats as well, his cock already hard and you smiled up at him, knowing that it was you who caused him to be like this.
âDevour?â You whispered, and he nodded as he knelt in front of you on the bed and pressed a light kiss on the inside of your thigh before pulling you down on the bed. He ducked his head underneath the bar and you rested your ankles on the top of his shoulders. He spit directly onto your center, and you knew the gentleness was gone.
You loved giving up control to Luke, loved giving him everything you could offer and loved that he took it all.
He immediately bent his head down, his tongue laying flat against your center as he licked up, your juices coating his chin. You watched him, every swipe of his tongue jolting your body a little bit, and moaned as he finally gave in and sucked your clit into his mouth. He pulled back and spit onto his fingers, pushing two of them inside you as his mouth enveloped itself around your clit again. You pushed your head back into the mattress, your eyes closed as he continued fucking you with his fingers.
He pulled back, âI want you to cum at least once with my mouth, cum once more with that toy inside of you, then cum again as I fuck your ass. Got it?â
You whimpered out a yes, your ability to form any other words gone as he grazed his teeth against the bundle of nerves, your back arching into the bed as your orgasm quickly approached. Luke had such a way of making you cum, and so quickly too. His mouth was talented, in more ways than one.
âCum for me angel,â He pulled his mouth back, his fingers working quickly inside of you as you rode out your orgasm on his fingers, your body shaking as your high crashed over you.
âGood girl,â He muttered, moving back under the bar and leaned over to his bedside table. He grabbed the toy, your core still sensitive as he brought it up to your mouth, âNow lick.â
You did as you were told, taking the toy into your mouth and Luke chuckled as he brought it down your body. He rubbed the bigger end over your clit, then brought it down to your core and pushed it inside of you, then lined up the top part of the toy and pressed it against your clit. He pushed the button in the center, the vibrations jolting your body as the toy filled you and sent waves of pleasure throughout it.
âOh.â You gasped out, your hands grasping his sheets as he watched you wraith beneath him, his hands not even on you. Your breathing caught, your gaze focused on him as he had his own hand wrapped around his cock. He slowly started stroking himself, stopping occasionally to grab some of your juices that were flowy freely, and used it to fuck himself.
âSuch a good girl for me. Look at you, taking that toy so well. Your cunt looks so pretty being this full,â He murmured. Your breathing became ragged as your second orgasm was approaching, his cock and the idea of it being in your ass soon overtook your thoughts.Â
âDonât you cum without my permission,â He snapped, and brought his free hand down to your cunt, giving it a gentle slap. Your body jolted and you nodded, your eyes moving to his.
âCan I cum please Luke?â You nearly begged, and he chuckled at the desperation in your voice. He didnât give you an answer, instead he just tugged the bottom lip between his teeth as he continued stroking himself. You were writhing beneath his gaze, your eyes following his hand as he pushed another button on the toy and the vibrations increased.
You cried out, wanting to close your legs but that damn spreader bar held your ankles apart still.Â
âLuke, please,â You begged, nearly screaming out his name as he nodded.
âGood, cum again for me. God, what a fucking beauty you are,â He whispered, and you released your mental block and quickly came. Your thighs were shaking, your hands dropping down to your core as you held the toy against you, the overstimulation starting to become too much.
âLuke,â You whimpered, and he turned the toy off.Â
âIâm going to give you a minute to relax and then Iâm going to turn that toy back on.â He muttered, and you attempted to catch your breath as he grabbed the lube. He poured some onto his fingers and brought them to your ass, and slowly pressed in. The two of you had done anal plenty of times, but that wasnât when you were full from a toy as well. He had one finger in and slowly added his middle finger. He chuckled as he started to stretch you out, having your body relax beneath his touch.
âSuch a good girl for me, arenât you?â
âAnything for you Luke,â You breathed out, loving the way that he looked down at you.
âSince youâre being a good girl, Iâm going to go ahead and set those ankles free, but I want them on my shoulders instead.â He instructed, and you nodded as you brought your hands up over your body and stretched them over you.Â
With his free hand, he undid the clasp on one and your ankle moved from the bar and onto his left shoulder. He did the same on the other side, and you felt a slight relief from the stretch but then Luke lined his cock up with your hole and started pushing in. You melted into his touch, the stretch turning into pleasure quickly. He switched the toy back on and you gasped again, your body quickly returning to the overstimulated mess you were before.
âLuke,â You called out, his name becoming all you could muster as he started fucking your ass.
âWhat a fucking vision this is,â He grunted, holding onto your thighs to keep you secure as he pushed in fully, his cock filling you so well.Â
You couldnât form words any more, his name falling from your lips as you felt your third orgasm approaching again. Between the vibrations on your clit and inside your cunt, and Luke fucking your ass, you werenât going to last long at all.
âPlease,â You gasped out, your body clenching, âplease,â, your thighs starting to shake as Lukes own orgasm started approaching, âlet me cum, please.â
âYou want to cum?â Luke asked, and you shook your head as your interlocked your hand with his, and he nodded, âCum for me, angel, go ahead and let go,âÂ
Your legs shook as your third orgasm crashed over you, moaning his name loudly and clenched your eyes shut so tightly that stars danced across your vision. Your body continued to shake as Luke fucked you, and it looked as if he was about to cum too. His chest was moving deeply, his breathing labored as he was focused on you.Â
âIâm going to cum in your tight little ass, is that okay with you angel?â He asked, and you nodded lazily as the toy still vibrates inside of you, the overstimulation draining your body as he finally came. He moaned and nearly collapsed on top of you, his hand coming between your legs to turn the toy off and you nearly cried out in relief. Your body hadnât been used to this quickly, your orgasms draining your energy.
âGod, what a good fucking girl you are for me. Look how fucking hot you are,â He murmured, and you nodded in agreement, watching as he slowly pulled out and pulled the toy out from inside you as well.
âStay here, donât move,â He whispered, leaning over your body to give you a gentle kiss before he went into the bathroom adjacent to his room. He took only a moment, before he returned and pressed a warm washcloth to your core and helped soothe your body. He helped clean you up, and tossed the rag into a hamper nearby before climbing into bed beside you.
You curled up in his arms, his shoulders so broad against you and he hummed quietly in your ear.
âYou did so good,â He murmured, his warm breath tickling against your neck and you giggled slightly. He pulled the covers up over the two of you, and you sank deeper into him.
âI have a song that Iâve been working on. Would you want to go to the studio with me tomorrow?â
Your eyes flickered over to Luke at his question, and you bit your lip as you thought. Nothing really could come of it, so you agreed.
âYeah I guess. What time?â You whispered, pressing your lips to his chest and deciding to tease him further. You sucked the skin there and he sharply drew in a breath, and looked down at you.
â11:00 am is when we start recording. Thereâs a few things I want to work on first and then you can come in. Maybe 1:00? And you can bring lunch?â He asked, a hopeful smile on his face and you pulled away to laugh at his eagerness.
âSure, I can do that. But youâre paying. Go ahead and send me some money now, Mr. Internationally Famous Lead Singer.â
âGood. I have some ideas, Iâm going to write real quick.â He murmured, pulling away from you and you sighed at the loss of warmth, but he returned after a minute with an old notebook and a pen. He climbed back beside you and began to scribble on the paper. You attempted to peek, but he quickly shifted so you couldnât see.
You leaned over h8im, pressing your lips to the base of his neck and decided to give him another hickey and he chuckled quietly.
âAngel, youâre not marking me to embarrass me tomorrow, are you?â
âEmbarrass? Please, you should be so lucky to broadcast that you were laid.â You whispered against his skin, before moving slightly up his neck and he leaned into your touch, your lips grazing the soft part of his neck that was so tender for him.
âYouâre right, Iâm insanely lucky to have such a good girl like you for me,â
* * *
It was 1:15p now, a little after when he said to come and you were listening to his bandmates mess around with you while he finished up the song.
âYou know heâs never brought a girl here,â Calum mused, and you felt a slight blush creep through your cheeks but shook your head.
âWeâre just friends,â You insisted, but Calum chuckled.
âWhat sort of friends? My friends never leave hickeys on my neck.â Ashton shot back, and the blush darkened throughout your skin,Â
âOr scream my name out in the hotel room when you thought the others were gone,â Calum quipped.
âOr used as a writing inspiration before. Thatâs why youâre here, heâs got a new song heâs been working on and he wonât let us listen to it yet.â
âMind your business,â Luke rolled his eyes as he walked in, leaning down to kiss your cheek and you nearly pulled away but he grinned. âJust saying thanks for lunch,âÂ
He plopped himself down right beside you, a little too close for someone that was just a friend, and started to eat. You felt Ashton and Calumâs gaze on you, but avoided eye contact.
The two of you had established many times that you were just friends, but friends who fucked and went on dates because neither of you had wanted to deal with the pressures of a relationship. At least, so you thought.
âAlright angel, ready to go listen?â He asked, slurping down his drink and you nodded as the other two started giving him the same treatment they had just given you. Luke waved them off, his middle finger in the air as he led you into the studio space. You always loved seeing what they did, whether it was seeing their process or seeing them perform.Â
Luke pressed play as you settled into a chair, your leg crossing over the other as the first few chords of the new song came on.
âRemember, itâs not finished yet but I wanted to hear your thoughts before I kept going.âÂ
âAngel, with the gun in your hand - pointing my direction, giving me affection. Love is fatal, won't you give it a chance? Center of attention, don't you ask me any questions.â He paused the song, and your mind began to spin but you smiled at him.
âKeep going,â You reached over him and pressed play and he leaned into you as it continued on.
âGo on and light me like a cigarette, even if it might be something you regret. You got me now, now, nowâŠswallow me down, down, down, down.â
You nearly snorted as the song progressed, and Luke paused it to see what caught your attention, âYou liked that line, didnât you?â
âSwallow me down?â You glanced up at him and he chuckled.
âDown, down, down. Just wait angel, thereâs more.â He winked at you, and proceeded to press play. The song continued, your mind absorbing every lyric, feeling the beat and you clenched your legs together as the next line poured through the speaker, âI only light up when cameras are flashing, never enough and no satisfaction. Got no shame, I love the way you're screaming my name.â
The song ended shortly, a few other lyrics sticking through your head but Luke just kept grinning at you.Â
âThoughts?â
âI think we ought to fuck like that more often if this good of a song comes from it,â You teased and he chuckled as his right hand planted itself on your thigh, but you nodded, âI like it, especially if the lyrics are as accurate as you say.â
âOf course. Youâre a one of a kind girl for me angel,â
I peg Hangman for a guy with a good sense of humor.
Imagine request - him stopping for a moment with his eyes closed and hands together before going down on female reader, and she wonders what's going on, and he says something along the lines of "saying grace before my meals" and reader breaks out into laughter and Hangman suddenly turns the laughter into screams.
OK bye.
PS. You're one of my absolute favorites on Tumblr â€ïž
have you heard the good word?
jake âhangmanâ seresin x reader.
ïż« c/w: kissing, oral sex, fem receiving, jake and his sense of humor, fluff, fluff, fluff.
ïż« a/n: this idea made me cry with laughter, thank you so much for this and for your kind words my dear anon! iâm so sorry this has been in my inbox for ages, but i hope you enjoy it none the less! this is part of sebâs soft sunday. find the other fics here! đ
From day one Jake made you laugh. From your first date all the way to when you were hunched over your kitchen table, shaking with worry that you couldnât pay this months rent, Jake was there to make you laugh. Even his corny dad jokes started to grow on you and you realized he had a pretty good sense of humor for someone who was all tits and teeth.
He made you laugh when all you wanted to do was cry, he got giggles out of you that sounded like nothing either of you had ever heard before, he made your stomach hurt from laughter, begging him to stop otherwise youâd wet yourself.
In tow, this meant the sex would be giggly and soft. For the most part of Jakeâs life heâs always had to hold up some sort of wall, but when he was with you he could shed his cocky and egotistical demeanour and be himself with you.
Your head was resting in between the soft pillows and a sigh of relief left your lungs. Youâd had a day that you could only deem as âhellishâ and your sweet Jake was about to make it up to you.
This was another thing Jake could do well since day one. Eat you out within an inch of your life.
Jake could devour you like a three course meal and he wouldnât let up when you were done with your second course. He would tell you when he was done, in between nips and sucks on the soft flesh of your thighs before nudging his nose along your clit and diving straight back in.
Your thighs were bent at the knee and spread. You could feel the usual and teasing trace of Jakeâs lips press featherlight kisses along your thighs. His large hands were curled around your thighs as to hold you in place. You wouldnât dream of going anywhere else right now, but Jake needed to have you right here with your already wet cunt in his face.
You let your heavy eyes, exhausted from the day, close and let your mind focus on his fleeting touches. Your whole body was melting into his mouth and hands so you were to become one with each other. You could feel his warm breath edge closer and closer to your core and you instinctively wiggled your hips out of pure excitement. You were ready to let your mind go completely blank and feel only Jakeâs teeth sucking on your clit, until you felt his hands pull off from your thighs and his warmth distance further away from your cunt.
Your eyes flew open. Oh God, was something wrong?
You perched yourself up on your elbows and furrowed your eyebrows at the sight before you. Jake had his eyes closed and his hands were clasped together, fingers interlinking with each other. You couldnât hear what he was saying but you saw his lips mumble incoherently.
âJake- what are you doing?â
You cocked your head to the side and Jake opened one eye to squint at you.
âIâm saying grace before meals.â
You let out a snort of laughter and covered your mouth with your hand to stifle the loud laughter. Jake let out a snicker in response and he broke out into his all familiar Hollywood smile that dazzled you from day one.
You lay your head back down to the pillows and your laughter turned to giggles as you waited patiently for Jake to finish his grace, still wearing his signature smirk.
âYou had me so worried. Never took you for a religious ma- fuck!â
Your words stuttered as you could feel Jakeâs lips attach to your clit out of no where. His hands were back around your thighs holding your cunt as close as he could to his face, tongue buried in between your folds as to eagerly taste you.
Your hands shot to his hair and tugged on the blonde. Jake let out a low groan against you and the vibrations caused a squeal to escape your lips.
âMm, with a cunt tasting this good, it would be a sin not to say grace.â
Summary: He wants you to stay. So whatâs stopping you?
Authorâs Note: written for @cillmequick six month celebration! I was inspired by the lyric âWhyâd you want to leave, when itâs so easy just to stay? Lying wrapped up in my arms, until the break of dayâ- Melody Gardot, Lover Undercover
Hope you enjoy the fic!
Warnings: mentioned NSFW but not actually NSFW
Peaky Blinders tag list: @stylesofloki, @ohshititsfenharel, @lenaskyler02, @elenavampire21, @swordsofawriter
Thomas Shelby tag list: @alreadybroken-ts, @darlingdevil, @lyrxbz, @watercolorskyy, @notyour-valentine
Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee
âItâs late. You should stay.â
You paused midway through pulling up your stockings. You looked over your shoulder at Tommy who was lying in bed, sheets pooled around his waist. He lit a cigarette, had a drag, and offered it to you. You wordlessly took it, blouse still undone but you pulled it closed as Tommyâs gaze drifted lower.
âI need to leave.â
âIt would be easier if you stayed.â
You looked away and took a drag from the cigarette. You could see the faint glow from the street lights outside creep through the gap in the curtains. Tommy had told you he got the London flat so he could be closer to you but you knew that was bullshit. Tommyâs first love would always be his business.
âEasier for who?â
âYou. It isnât safe for a lone woman to be walking back so late.â
âWe both know I wouldnât be alone.â
You clasped the cigarette between your teeth as you started doing up the buttons on your blouse. You heard Tommy shift behind you and you cursed when you realised you hadnât matched the buttons and holes up correctly. Tommy knelt behind you and put his hands on your shoulders.
One hand slipped down your arm and you closed your eyes at his touch. Tommy pressed his lips against your cheek and plucked the cigarette from your lips. He disappeared from behind you and you found yourself missing his warmth even though he wasnât gone for that long.
You knew when he came back to you his attention would solely be on you.
And you were right.
Rough hands gripped your chin and tilted your head back. Your eyes were still closed and Tommy knelt behind you. He brushed his thumb against your lips and you instinctively parted them. You didnât need to see Tommy to know that heâd be smiling at your action. You felt him brush his nose against yours and you leant up, desperate to feel his lips against yours. However, before you could press your lips together he moved away.
Bastard.
âTell me what you want,â his voice was just a whisper yet it cut through the silence like a knife, âTell me you want to stay.â
âI canât.â
âYou want to.â
âDo I?â
âYes.â
Your breath hitched as Tommy undid a button on your blouse. His lips brushed against yours but pulled away again when you tried to move closer. The tips of his fingers ghosted against your chest, the barest contact and yet it felt like your skin was on fire. You knew what he wanted and he knew what you craved. He would be willing to satisfy your cravings as long as you just gave into your desires. To spend the night, and all nights after, curled up in his arms. To wake in the morning with your head on his chest and your legs tangled together.
Tommy reached the bottom of your shirt and his hand let go of your chin. Your head remained tilted back, hoping to tempt Tommy to give in before you broke. Tommyâs hands skimmed the waistband of your skirt and he said,
âIs this really what you want?â
When you didnât answer Tommy sighed and pressed his forehead against yours. For a second neither of your moved, too lost in the sensation of each otherâs body. Then, ever so slowly, Tommy started doing up the buttons on your blouse. Fingers deliberately skimming teasingly against your stomach and you just couldnât take it anymore. Your eyes flew open and you found yourself looking up into Tommyâs bright blue ones.
It was hard to know who broke first. You tried to turn to face him at the same time Tommy spun you around. He pulled your body against his, you straddling his lap, as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You roughly pressed your lips together as Tommy fell back against the mattress. Noses bumped awkwardly together and you found yourself getting lost in the sensation.
» warnings: unprotected sex ; a crumb of angst ; overall pretty fluffy (1.2k)
You have been at the Sano's household since 6 pm, just hanging around mikey and his grandpa since Emma had a sleepover at another house you and mikey finally had some time alone
getting up from the table at the living room his grandpa started walking towards his room, bidding him goodnight you and Mikey got up too to go towards his room to call it a night
the old man laughed and said "goodnight you two, don't do things you'll regret"
laughing along side Mikey you walked over to his room
"do you need anything before going to sleep?" Mikey tried to act calm, but his heart was far from it, it was the first time a girl was alone in his room, let alone the girl he was in love with. fortunately and unfortunately for him, Mikey knew how to read between lines and he was sure any person would notice the sexual tension forming in the air
with a sweet smile you replied "don't worry over me, I just need to get changed"
the sound of wet, breathy and messy kisses filled the air, you just wanted to get changed when Mikey just couldn't wait anymore and started kissing you
currently making out, lying under him on his bed you couldn't think about anything more than him, his smell, the soft feeling of his hair in your hands as you tugged another lock to press him closer to you
he responded with a groan against your mouth, making himself more comfortable between your legs, now pressing his and yours more intimate parts together
if your brain didn't malfunction before, it sure did know, you didn't register the moan that left your lips at his first clothed trust, but he did and needed a second to calm his aching heart because if he didn't do it know, he was sure he would come untouched in his pants
looking directly into your eyes he could see all the emotions swimming in pools of adoration and love, mirroring his own
bringing his forehead down to meet yours he asked in a quiet breathy whisper "are you sure you want to continue? we can just go to sleep if you want to"
other times at his room would be interrupted by emma wanting to hang out with you, the boys coming over to watch movies, etc. everyone could see the lingering gazes you threw to each other, how your gazes filled with longing and something more. maybe that's why everyone decided to leave the two of you alone tonight to gather in another house for their sleepover
you were glad and knew now was the perfect time for yourselves to devote yourselves to each other
quick to peck him in the lips you relaxed against his sheets, widening the space in your legs for him to rut his hips against yours as he liked and told him that you wanted to continue
smiling at you Mikey dived in for more kisses, rocking his hips softly against your clothed pussy you swore you started to see stars, closing your eyes your wandering hands got under his shirt to touch his abs just as one of his hands started groping your left thigh wrapping it around his hips
Mikey left your lips to start kissing your neck and down until he reached the hem of your pajama pants
understanding what he wanted the both of you sat up, in a mess of giggles first flew your shirt, then Mikey's, next were his pants and then yours, leaving you both only in underwear, hugging you he continued kissing you, hands at your back going for the clasp of your bra and when he finally unlocked it layed you two back down
you felt more vulnerable then ever under his dark intense gaze, but couldn't bring your arms to cover your breasts, looking at him, you hoped the look in your eyes could tell him how in love you were with him, under a shaky breath you whispered to his face
"I love you Mikey, more than I ever imagined myself loving someone" eyes watering and heart pounding against your ribcage you felt as dying "You're all I long for, all I want is to be yours"
"and you are mine, just as I am yours y/n" the sweetest and gentlest smile grazed upon his lips as he said "I plan on showing you just how much I love you tonight, i want you to feel all of me, the all of me no one has ever seen.. so please, let me be your first and give me the honor of being my first too"
Mikey's chest felt ablaze under your doe eyes, he was melting but at the same time there was a peace he never ever felt before, knowing he was showing he most vulnerable side of him to the most important person in his world felt amazing, so many raw emotions fluttering around his chest, emotions he never felt before all discovered at this moment and he felt like crying at any second
"Show me then Mikey.." interlacing your hands with his you repeated "show me the heart that you've been hiding and make love to me" with a hand you pulled his boxers off him, just for him to pull down your panties
for some reason this moment felt so innocent, this wasn't a random hook-up, a feeling more wholesome than just meaningless sex between strangers, sure, you were horny teenagers but u were completely devoted to each other
taking one of your hands into his he started to guide his dick against your pussy to lubricate it, moans left both your lips at the soft feeling
looking into your eyes he smiled
"I love you"
"I love you too, Mikey"
You felt him enter inch by inch, splitting you open of the first time in your life, your eyes involuntarily closed as your grip on his hand tightened even more, you heard Mikey sigh and forcing your eyes open you watched as he bited his lip so hard
Finally he was all the way in, both your legs around his hips, getting closer to you he pressed your chest against his at the same time his hips started rocking
your eyes rolled to the back of your head without you wanting to, it just felt too good, your body was on fire and your mind putty in Mikey's hands, the sound of your juices echoed all around the room mixing with the panting of Mikey at your ear telling you that you felt so good and that he wanted this to never end
he felt like cumming at any time, feeling to good to be true one hand lost its grip on yours to claw the sheet underneath him as he started pounding just a little bit harder, all he could see now is your face, your open panting mouth with the little drool trail making him even more close to reaching his high
"god.. ah i'm cumming fuck fuck fuck"
he could feel you, all of you, chanting his name and as you tightened around him, orgasm washing over you he felt his toes curling and soon he was spilling inside you over and over again
still inside you, not even trying to calm his breath Mikey brings you in for a kiss, this one being a sweet one filled with the satisfaction of basking in your post sex glow
parting your mouth from his he looks into your eyes, his long hair hiding you both like courtains
smiling softly at you, breaths now steady with pounding hearts you giggle together
words didn't need to be exchanged, just being next to each other like this was enough
Summary: [Soulmate!AU]Â Itâs one thing to meet your soulmate in a lottery, and another to have more than just one. But when you end up winning Dreamâs Minecraft Manhunt raffle, you find your world turning upside down in ways you least expect.
Word Count:Â 9.9k
A/N:Â behold, my first commissioned story! this story has been altered from itâs original form so everyone can read it, but the majority of the plot and writing remain the same. i had a lot of fun writing it, and i hope you all like it! <3
You stumbled into your bedroom with a yelp, your thumb flying across your phone screen to the home button and pressing gently. With a gleam, the time flashed back at you, and your eyes shot wide open.
You were going to be late.
Leaning forward on one leg, you pushed the door behind you shut with your foot, bouncing forward as soon as you heard it click shut. Your eyes swept across the room, your gaze catching on a swath of black cloth sitting at the foot of your bed. With a quirk of your lips, you tugged the shirt off the mattress before turning on your heel. Darting to the other side of the room, you easily settled back into your desk chair and let the shirt drop onto your thighs.
Grabbing your mouse, you moved your cursor to the YouTube bookmark at the top of your screen, your computer screen instantaneously flooding with light. You scrolled over to the left side of your screen, your mouse hovering over a familiar green icon before clicking, a new box popping into view.
Stream starting in 60... 59... 58... 57...
You felt your lungs tighten within your rib cage, your toes curling ever so slightly into the floor. It had been a nerve-wracking month of waiting and pacing, crossing each day off the calendar with an anxious grin. You almost couldnât believe that the day had finally arrived. Letting out one last breath, you leaned forward, the t-shirt feeling heavy in your lap.
3... 2... 1...
All of a sudden, the screen went dark. Your reflection stared back at you from the dim screen, your excited eyes peering back at yourself with a curious glint. Reaching up, you brush an unkempt lock of hair away from your forehead, just in time for two familiar faces and a lime green icon to appear.
The Dream Team.
âHey, guys!â Dream said, his voice sounding like a breath of fresh air. âHow are you all doing?â
A flurry of hearts flew across the live chat screen, the lines moving by so quickly that you couldnât tell when one message ended and another started. Practically bouncing in your seat, you couldnât help the smile that skittered across your cheeks.
âGood,â you whispered aloud to yourself in the quiet of your room. You knew that they couldnât hear you when you talked like that, that they wouldnât know you had even replied at all, but it made their streams feel a little more lively nonetheless.
After a brief pause, Dreamâs voice filtered through the air once more, just as bright and eager as it was earlier. âGood? I hope the answer is good.â
Your breath hitched in your throat, your heart flipping in your chest as your fingers curled into the shirt in your lap. That sort of thing happened sometimes: a streamer would say something and your verbal response almost made it feel like they were actually holding a conversation, like they were actually with you right now. These sorts of things were always a coincidence, but when everything in your world was connected by fate, sometimes you let yourself be a little hopeful, let yourself imagine that maybe it wasnât dumb luckâthat maybe it actually meant something.
Hell, maybe it meant you could be soulmates.
Soulmates were a tricky thing to think about, really, even if everyone knew they existed and that one day, they would meet theirs. No one could pinpoint when exactly soulmates came to be, but no one rejected their presence either way. It wasnât like they wanted to, anyways. To have a person who was perfect for you linked to you by the universeâit was no wonder people were more than pleased to discover they werenât just some old loverâs tale.
But even then, some were skeptics. How would you really know when you had found your soulmate? What if you missed them by accident? For you at least, you already knew what it would feel like. You couldnât count just how many times you had asked your mother that very question, but you could practically rattle off her words by heart.
âYouâll know exactly when it happens, I promise, sweetie,â she would murmur, stroking your head with a gentle hum and soft eyes. âWhen you first touch, it feels like... like youâve been struck by lightning, and youâll be tingly all over. Something inside you just sort of clicks when you look at them, and youâll justâyouâll feel it right here.â She tapped her finger over your heart, a wistful expression settling across her face. âItâs... itâs magical, and youâll never forget that feelingânot for the rest of your life.â
The smile that would tug on your motherâs lips made you all the more hopeful, a heavy yearning settling deep into the crevices of your heart as the years went by. Even now, as you sat watching Sapnap and George bicker with each other while Dream chimed in with a snarky remark, you felt that same fleeting hope rising up in your chest, warm and soft.
Maybeâjust maybeâthey might be your soulmates.
Not that they actually were, of course. You knew better than to get your hopes too high.
But as you watched Sapnapâs lean a little closer to his camera and listened to Georgeâs breathy laugh, you felt your heart swell the tiniest bit.
Connected by fate or not, these boys were special to you, even if you had never met.
Sapnap blinked as his eyes darted across his monitor, raising his eyebrows with surprise as he let out a short whistle. âOh, wow, weâre pulling... holy crapâover seven hundred thousand viewers, right now.â You could vaguely hear the scrolling of his mouse, his lips twitching. âEveryone sounds so excited in chat, too.â
Georgeâs eyebrow quirked. âI mean, of course they are. Manhunts are loads of funâwho wouldnât want to be a part of them?â
Sapnapâs face split into a teasing grin, and he leaned back in his chair. âOoh, you sure sound cocky, George.â
George blinked once, then scowled. âWhaâshut up, itâs true! Why else would there be so many people here?â
A devilish gleam flickered across Sapnapâs gaze. âTo see your pretty face, maybe.â
Georgeâs frown deepened, his eyebrows knitting together into a glower. âSapnap, youââ
âLook, look,â he cried, wagging his finger at his monitor, âeven chat agrees!â His lips curled up into a smirk, mischievous and amused all at once. âYouâre not gonna say chat is wrong, are you, Gogy?â
You could have sworn a hint of rose flushed across Georgeâs cheeks as he averted his gaze from his camera, his voice coming out softer than before. âW-Well, Iââ
âBoys, boys,â Dream suddenly cut in, Georgeâs words trailing off in an instant. Despite the firmness of his words, there was an amused lilt to his tone, the smile evident in his voice. âYouâre both pretty, alright, but can we please move on? I bet everyoneâs dying to know who won.â
George opened his mouth, then let out a sigh, shaking his head with a hint of a smile gracing his lips. âYou know what, Dreamâs right. Letâs move on.â
Sapnap snickered on his side of the screen, still grinning widely. âYou just canât handle the truth.â
George groaned, deadpanning into the camera. âWe are not starting this, again.â
Sapnap smiled, but didnât get to speak before Dream cut him off. âYouâre right,â he said, sounding a tad more hurried than before, âweâre not, because Iâve got the results, right here.â
You suddenly sat up, your heart stuttering. That same spark of hope fluttered up between your lungs, and you found yourself shuffling your chair forward, squinting in anticipation. Curiosity quivered around the edges of your mind, a certain eagerness pawing at your side as you watched a white pop-up fill the stream.
Everybody had an equal chance of winningâyou knew that. That everyone may include you, but it also included every other person who bought one of those shirts. It didnât take a genius to know that you weren't going to win. After all, not everything was guaranteed like having a soulmate was.
âAnd,â Dream began, dramatic and slow, âour winner is...â
You squeezed your hands, clasping your palms together with a feeling you couldnât quite name.
â...shirt number 267815!â
You blinked, your brows furrowing together. That number sounded... oddly familiar. Your eyes flickered down to the shirt in your lap, the white tag peeking back up at you.
It couldnât be.
All of a sudden, Dreamâs voice rang through the air once more, sounding even clearer than ever before.
âOh, and the name connected to the shirt is... [Y/N]!â
Your heart came to a screeching halt in your chest, your eyes shooting wide open as your jaw dropped.
I... won?
You gaped at your screen, only half-registering the sight of Sapnap and George clapping. The chat had become a blur of words you couldnât bring yourself to read, your vision growing hazy and unfocused with shock. I must look crazy right now, you thought to yourself distantly, rubbing at your face. This canât be real.
Georgeâs gaze locked directly onto the camera, and for a second, it almost felt like he was speaking directly to you. âCongratulations, [Y/N]!â He wrinkled his nose with an apologetic smile. âI hope Iâm saying that, right. If Iâm wrong, please tell me.â
Sapnap chuckled, shooting him a devious grin. âKnowing George, heâs probably wrong.â
Your lips twitched at the frown that flitted across Georgeâs face before Dream took over again. âIgnore themâtheyâre being dumb.â Before either of them could protest, he quickly added, âAnyways, welcome to Minecraft Manhunt! Weâre looking forward to meeting you. Weâll send you an email soon, and you can give us some more info there.â
You nodded at your monitor, your lips still parted in surprise. âWeâll be ending the stream now,â Dream continued, âbut thanks so much for everyone else who participated. Your love and support mean the world to us!â
You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, and it sent a rush of warmth shooting down your spine. â[Y/N],â he murmured, suddenly sounding soft, âweâll see you soon.â
As George and Sapnap waved one last time at their cameras with excited grins, you swallowed. Your heart rattled in your chest as the screen faded back to black, and you found yourself sitting face-to-face with your reflection once more.
You were rightâyou looked just as dumbfounded as you felt.
Slowly, you closed your mouth, lowering your gaze to the shirt in your lap. The axe that was laid out across your thighs somehow seemed brighter than it did before, almost as if someone had painted over it with a newer, shinier layer of white.
Lifting the shirt to your chest, you felt a wide grin tug at your lipsâwider than any grin you had ever smiled before.
Maybe you were luckier than you thought.
Your finger hovered over the left button of your mouse, your breaths coming out shaky and short as they pumped through your lungs. The Discord call already had three icons waiting for you, and all you had to do was click to join them.
Breathe, [Y/N]. Youâre only about to talk to three of your favourite content creators on the planet. Itâll be easy.
You paused, listening to the sound of your heartbeat thumping in your ears.
Oh, who am I kidding? Iâm not fooling anyone.
A groan rose in the back of your throat, and you hung your head in your hands for a long moment. âCâmon,â you whispered to yourself. âYou canât keep them waiting forever.â
You sucked on the inside of your cheek, then lifted your head, nodding once, then twice. Yes, okayâcalm. I can be calm. Your finger twitched. Letâs do this.
Your hand reached back for your mouse, the cool plastic melding against your skin as your cursor hovered back over the call. Squeezing your eyes shut for just a second, you let your finger press down, a familiar ping echoing through your headphones. There was a beat of silence. Then, someone spoke.
âHi! Hello!â
You jumped at that sound of Dreamâs voice, your heart skipping a beat as you quickly reoriented yourself again. âH-Hi, there,â you said as calmly as you could muster.
âItâs nice to meet you, [Y/N]! Iâm Dream.â There was a slight pause, then he added hesitantly, âDid I say that right, by the way? Your name, I mean.â
Your lips curled up into a smile, and you felt the tension seep out of your shoulders. âYes, you got it right.â
You could almost imagine him grinning to himself triumphantly. âPerfect.â
A new voice suddenly jumped in, just as eager as Dreamâs. âDonât steal the spotlight already, Dream,â Sapnap whined, his icon flashing green. âThereâs three of us, not just you.â Ignoring Dreamâs quiet apology, he quickly moved on. âIâm Sapnapâitâs great to have you here.â
âAnd Iâm George,â another voice added, his prominent accent sounding like honey in your ears.
Every ounce of anxiety you had been feeling earlier felt so far away now, their voices carrying your worries off over the horizon. âItâs nice to meet you all, too. My nameâs [Y/N], but you already know who I am, donât you?â
âWell,â George said, drawing out the vowel, âwe may know a few things about you, but we donât really know who you areâthatâs something we want to hear from you.â
Sapnap made a noise of confirmation, his mouth moving at lightning speed as he suddenly began to fire off question after question. âYeah, like, whatâs your favourite flower? Or season? Which one of us do you think is the most handsome? Ooh, what aboutââ
âWoah, woah,â Dream cut in, wheezing ever so slightly, âone thing at a time, to start. Let them breathe, at least!â
You couldnât help but laugh at the hints of laughter tinting his voice. âItâs okay!â you said, your lips splitting into a crooked grin. âAlthough I donât know if I can answer those questions.â
George let out a confused noise. âNo? Why not?â
You hummed, swinging your legs around your chair. âLike for my favourite flower, I think theyâre all really pretty and look nice, in their own little ways. Same thing for seasons.â You chuckled. âIâm too indecisive to pick just one.â
âBut who do you think is the most handsome out of the three of us?â Sapnap prodded, excitement seeping into his tone. âItâs definitely me, right? Come on.â
âHey,â George suddenly quipped, rushing through his words, âno flirting yet! We only just met!â
There was a brief second of silence. âI mean, isnât that technically the best time to start flirting?â
âSapnap.â
âFine,â Sapnap sighed. You could practically hear him roll his eyes. âFriends first, flirting later.â You were about to breathe a sigh of relief when he added, âCarry on, though. I still want to hear your answer.â
Chewing on your lip, you stiffened, drumming your fingers against the side of your keyboard. âIâm telling you,â you sighed after a long moment, âI really donât think I can pick. As a matter of fact,â you pointed out, raising a finger. âI donât even know what one of you looks like.â
Now, it was Dreamâs turn to speak up. âThen, talk about attractiveness, in general. It doesnât just have to be about looks.â
You froze, your posture going rigid. Attractiveness in general�
How could you possibly encapsulate their attractiveness just like that? Dream was so incredibly clever, and you loved to hear him talk about his passions. George was smarter than he let on, and you could see it in the way he coded their videos, working relentlessly to make them work. Sapnap was beyond affectionate, and just hearing him share his affection with those around him made your stomach melt. They were just handing you a recipe for disaster with a question like this, you knew it.
âThis question is impossible,â you blurted, a gentle panic seeping into your tone. Narrowing your eyes, you leaned closer to your mic, adding with a teasing lilt, âAre you trying to torture me?â
âMaybe we are, maybe we arenât,â Dream hummed, chuckling at the small whine that escaped your lips. âEither way, itâs cute to hear you struggle.â
Your breath suddenly hitched in your throat, but Sapnap was quick to leap forward. âHey, what did we say about no flirting?â
Another beat of silence. âKilljoy.â
âOkay, moving on from that,â George said, quickly diverting topics, âhow are you feeling, [Y/N]? Are you looking forward to the manhunt?â
You looked back at the call, your eyes locking onto the three Discord icons sitting next to your own. âYes,â you admitted, âbut Iâm also very, very nervous.â
âNervous?â Dream repeated slowly.
âNervous,â you said again, âbut a good kind of nervous.â You opened your mouth, then closed it. âActually, I think excited is a better word to use. You guys always just seem like you have so much fun when youâre around each other, and Iâm just...â You waved your hands in front of yourself, feeling your heart beat faster and faster while your face grew hot once more. âIâm just really excited to film with you all and play Minecraft together.â
Silence washed over the call, and your cheeks felt like they were about to burn right off your face. âSorry,â you mumbled embarrassedly. âThatâthat probably sounds really dumb.â
âIt doesnât,â Sapnap said suddenly, making your gaze grow wide, ânot at all.â
âYeah,â George added with a joyful hum. âI dunno about those two, but Iâm also excited to play with you, [Y/N].â
Dream guffawed, a scoff escaping his lips. âWhat do you mean you donât know about us? Of course weâre excited! [Y/N] is great!â
You nearly fell out of your chair. âH-Huh?â
Dreamâs voice was suddenly soft again, both parts soothing and cheerful all at once. âWe might have only known each other for a little while, but Iâm telling you, weâre beyond happy to have you here, and we want you to have a good time, too.â
âOh, a thousand percent,â George said straight-facedly into his mic. âIâd trade you for both of these nerds in a heartbeat.â
Just like that, Sapnap was yelling as you heard Dream smack his desk. âGeorge, what?! How could you say that?â
Giggling, you sank into your desk chair with a relieved smile, pressing a hand over your eager heart. âThank you,â you murmured, only hoping they could hear the sincerity in your words. âI hope I donât let you guys down.â
Their raucous bickering suddenly died down at the softness in your tone, and three voices spoke at the same timeâeach one sounding more honest than the last.
âYou could never.â
You leaned forward in your desk chair, your eyes glued to your screen as you watched Dreamâs avatar stand as still as a rock, frozen and entirely unmoving. Your finger hovered over your W key, waiting for the perfect moment to strike as your tongue darted out to flick over your bottom lip.
Manhunts may be stressful, but you were more than ready to tackle this one headfirst.
It happened so quickly that you nearly missed it. In one moment, Dream was standing in front of you, stock still as you stared him down. In the next, he was darting off in the opposite direction, already a whopping ten blocks away.
Sapnapâs voice shot through your headset like a bullet as he shouted, âAfter him!â
He didnât need to say it again before the group was already dashing across the grassy field, boosting each other forward every other block. You clicked frantically at Georgeâs backside, your lips twitching in glee as he shot the slightest bit closer to Dream. With each passing second, they ran further and further, Dream lying just a few steps out of reach. All of a sudden, he leapt off the side of a cliff, vanishing from sight in an instant. Coming to a screeching halt atop the hill, you watched as Bad peered over the forest, Sapnap and George hot on his heels.
âWhereâd he go?â George muttered, confusion clouding his voice.
You shifted your mouse left and right as your gaze darted across your screen, scanning every pixel for even the tiniest hint of neon green. Just then, a gasp flew from your lips, and you caught Sapnap jolting in your direction at the sound.
âLook!â you cried, clicking to point over at the greenery. âHeâs on the rightâon top of the trees!â
Without missing a beat, everyone was leaping off the hill and barreling across the trees, ignoring their fall damage as they jumped over small gaps. âWhat is he,â George grumbled under his breath, âa monkey?â
You let out a tiny giggle at the genuine annoyance in his tone, but didnât stop chasing after Dreamâs running figure. Suddenly, he just barely missed his jump, bouncing twice on the same leaf block. He had only stalled for a brief second, but that was more than enough time for you to spam click your mouse. In a flash, Dream was tumbling off the tree, with you trailing right after him.
âI hit him off!â you shouted in glee, elation making every one of your syllables soar in your throat. âHeâs on the ground.â
âNice one, [Y/N]!â Sapnap chuckled with delight. âNow, donât let him get away!â
The praise made the triumphant feeling that had unfurled beneath your ribs spread even farther under your skin, warming you from head to toe. Pushing forward, you nodded and slammed your thumb down on your space bar.
You had no plans of letting him escape.
You pulled your water bottle from your lips with a gasp, quickly screwing the cap back on before setting it down on your desk. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you turned back to your monitor, your gaze focused on the anvil a few blocks away. To your left sat the portal, and to your right was a wall of obsidian.
You were four hours into filming now, but you still weren't tired. How could you be, when you were so close to the end?
Clicking on the anvil, you dragged the diamond axe in your inventory into the first slot before reaching for the enchanted book sitting just beside it. Forty-two levelsâyou would need forty-two levels to enchant your axe with Sharpness IV.
You glanced down at the space above your hotbar and grinned.
Luckily for you, you had forty-three.
Clicking once more, clanging echoed through your ears, and you placed your newly enchanted axe in your hotbar with a proud smile. It was an absolute pain having to kill as many mobs and loot as many desert temples as you did, but for this, it was absolutely worth it. Now, it was time for the rest of the plan.
âI have no idea how you came up with this,â George said earnestly, his character facing yours, âbut I love it.â
You grinned, opening up your inventory and removing your amour. âI just got really, really lucky.â
Grabbing an invisibility potion, you suddenly paused, a hint of uneasiness sinking in your gut. If Dream noticed any particles, you would be dead in an instant, and your plan would be blown to smithereens. You would have to move quickly to make it workâalmost ridiculously quickly.
Swallowing, you opened your mouth. âDo you guys think we can really pull this thing off?â
Sapnap let out an easygoing chuckle, your shoulders relaxing in an instant. âOh, I know we can.â
Letting Sapnapâs confidence run through you, you held down your mouseâs right key, downing the invisibility potion in one go before turning to rush out of the portal room. Through your headphones, you heard Dream let out an inquisitive hum, curiosity flickering through his tone. âJust what are you guys up to?â
âWouldnât you like to know, weather boy?â Sapnap fired back without missing a beat, his voice swimming with mischief.
While George let out a wheeze and you giggled at Sapnapâs sharp quip, Dream sighed, muttering, âSo much for asking.â
Huffing out one last quiet laugh, the smile fell from your face, your eyes narrowing as your expression grew serious. You moved ever so carefully through the stronghold, weaving in and out of the labyrinthine halls like a snake on the hunt. Your gaze darted back and forth between the compass in your hotbar and your screen. With each sharp swing of the compass hand, you held your breath, turning until it was pointed forward again. You had been searching for a few minutes when suddenly, you spotted it.
A glimpse of green.
Dressed head to toe in enchanted iron armour, Dreamâs avatar stood in front of a wall of furnaces, smelting away as he turned from one to the next. On the same wall was a crafting table and a chest. He was planning something, you just knew it, but you didnât have the time to question what. After all, he was facing the wall opposite from you, completely unaware of your presence.
This was the perfect chance, and you werenât going to waste it worrying.
Creeping forward, you stopped only when you stood just a single block away from him, switching from your empty hand to the enchanted diamond axe in your hotbar. With Sharpness IV, it would only take three critical hits for you to take him down.
For a second, all was still.
Then, you were pressing down on your space bar and clicking your mouse a half second later, watching with bated breath as Dreamâs avatar twitched from your attack. One.
He had barely managed to turn around before you had already landed another hit on him. Two.
By the time he had pulled out his own axe and began scanning the seemingly empty air in front of him, you were slamming your finger down one last time. Three.
With a shout, Dream dropped dead before you, his inventory exploding into a mess on the floor at your feet. You blinked once. Twice.
Then, the call burst into a mess of screams and shouts.
Dreamâs yell rang through your ears as George and Sapnap hooted in delight, Bad and Antfrost following with their own victory cheers. âWhat the heck?!â he cried, shock filling his every word. â[Y/N], was that you? Oh my god, where did you even come from?â
Practically gasping for breath, you nearly collapsed on top of your keyboard, the adrenaline slowly wearing off as you smiled triumphantly to yourself. â[Y/N], you did it!â Sapnap shouted, just as loud as before. âYouâyou justâholy crap!â
âI was so stressed,â you breathed, sagging against the back of your chair with a breathless laugh. âYou have no idea.â
âYou were awesome, so awesome,â George managed between giggles, his own voice sounding giddy and positively overjoyed. âI knew you could do it.â
Your cheeks half-felt like they were about to start hurting from how hard you were smiling, but you couldnât bring yourself to care as Dreamâs tired laugh filled your ears.
âCongratulations, [Y/N],â he murmured fondly. âYou won.â
Just a week and a half later, you couldnât believe your eyes as you scrolled through the comments section of the new video.
[y/n] was so funny omg
They made this manhunt feel so much more special
Their chemistry as a group was so good wtf!!!??!
please bring [y/n] back I am in LOVE
[Y/N] SUPREMACY
With each new comment you scrolled past, you felt your heart swell more and more in your chest with a mixture of joy and pride. You didnât expect people to respond so positively to the videoâto you.
You had barely made even a dent in the hordes of comments about you when a Discord notification popped up on your laptop screen. In a flash, you were pulling up Discord, quickly clicking on the appropriately named group chat, [Y/N] KILLED DREAM!!
Sapnap: hey
Sapnap: hey
Sapnap: hey did you read the comments
[Y/N]: i did! people were so positive!!
[Y/N]: i wasnât expecting it
George: You werenât?
You furrowed your brows, reading Georgeâs question twice before typing once again.
[Y/N]: of course not??? iâm just some person
[Y/N]: you guys are the dream team
George: Donât put yourself down like that
Sapnap: yeah everyone liked the video because they liked you
Dream: well then
Dream: how do you feel about coming back to film again?
You stared at your screen in awe, something hopeful and weightless rising in the expanse of your chest. Filming another video? With them?
You didnât even have to think before your fingers were typing out a response.
[Y/N]: i would love to
Peals of laughter tumbled from your lips as you rolled over on your bed, your phone perched beside your head on your pillow. A split second later, a loud whine echoed from your phone speaker, and you found yourself laughing even harder, your lungs gasping harder and harder for breath with each giggle that was pulled from your throat.
Never in your wildest dreams would you have guessed that you would be here.
It had been nearly a year since the fateful day that brought you and the Dream Team together and a little over ten months since you had first filmed together. Now, three videos and countless streams later, you were closer than ever before, cracking jokes and pushing each otherâs buttons like you had known each other their whole livesâmaybe even longer than that. It took some prodding, but you even called Dream by his real name, now. As much as you liked the name Dream, Clay sounded much nicer, in your opinion. Texting daily was practically a sacred ritual now, and you couldnât remember the last time you didnât get spammed by their texts at least four times a week. Even now, as you lay on your bed with your phone connected to Discord at your side, you were chatting with them, grinning as wide as ever. It was a comfortably pleasant lull you had fallen into, the four of youâone that you wouldnât mind spending the rest of your life sinking into.
It was comfortable indeed, but even as complete as you felt now, you felt like there was something missingâlike there was a hollow cavern in your chest just waiting to be filled.
Yet another shout suddenly pulled you out of your thoughts, the noise sounding even more astounded than it had before. âHow was I supposed to know that that was Russia?â
The sheer amount of shock in Georgeâs voice immediately made you burst into another fit of giggles, throwing your head back. âThere was Russian on the sign!â you managed between breaths. âIt was so obvious!â
He sputtered at the sound of your laughter, sounding absolutely appalled by your reaction. âYou canât just expect me to be able to read Russian!â
You grinned, your voice dropping the tiniest fraction. âYou act as if you donât know how to say a few things in Russian.â
While George groaned, surely smacking his palm into his forehead, Clay spoke up with a teasing hum. âYou should play some GeoGuessr with us more often. Youâre way better at this than George.â
âThis is bullying,â came a distant complaint from George, his voice coming out muffled through his mic.
âItâs the truth,â you corrected with a cheeky grin. âYou cannot deny that.â
There came a snort, followed by Sapnapâs gentle laugh. âLook at you, [Y/N], being so mean all of a sudden.â
You smiled lopsidedly, trying to push back the shiver that ran down your spine at the way his low voice made your insides melt. âYou know you guys love it.â
âWe do.â Clayâs voice almost sounded far away, muffled and hazy. âWe really, really do.â
Your heart leapt into your throat as a soft silence washed over the four of you, your chuckles dying down and fading into the quietness of your bedroom. Sighing deeply, you picked at your nail, silently begging your heart to calm down again. It was right then when George softly piped up.
âHey, [Y/N],â he said quietly. When you let out a small noise, he continued. âWe⊠you would call us close to you, right?â
You laughed at the hesitancy in his tone. For a second, he almost sounded shy, and it sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach. âDo you even have to ask? Weâve been friends for monthsâof course we are!â
You could make out the faint sound of shuffling from Clayâs end, his icon flashing green. âAreââ He coughed. âDoes that mean weâre close enough to ask you a⊠somewhat private question?â
You raised an eyebrow at his tone, your curiosity piquing. âGo for it,â you said gently, letting your eyelids flutter comfortably shut.
âHave you met your soulmate yet?â
In an instant, your eyes shot wide open again, and you lay frozen in your bed. In all the time you had known each other, not once had you brought up the topic of soulmates. It was almost as though you had simply skirted around it, too shy to press on about. But right now, with the topic lying right in front of your face, you couldnât just avoid the topic.
Your fingers twitched as your mouth fell open. âN-No,â you stammered, the butterflies in your stomach going oddly still. âI, um, I havenât. Have any of you?â
There was a pause. âNo, none of us.â
You thought for a moment, your heart mulling over those four little words. Then, you exhaled and let your shoulders relax against the mattress, your nails curling into your palm. âIâm sure you guys have nothing to worry about,â you murmured almost hazily. âThere are probably thousands and thousands of people who would love to be any one of your soulmates.â You chuckled, but it tasted bittersweet on your tongue. âHeck, thereâs probably at least half a million fans who would be dying to take my place, right now.â
On the other end of the line, you were met with silence, but it was fleeting. âWhat about you?â Clay suddenly asked.
You blinked, your palm going slack. âMe?â
âYou,â Clay affirmed, sounding more serious than before. âIf you were one of our soulmates, how would you feel?â
The words left your lips before you could stop them. âHappy,â you blurted, suddenly feeling breathless. âSo, so happy. Iââ
You suddenly slapped your hand over your mouth, cutting yourself off with wide eyes. Realization struck you like a lightning bolt, and you could feel your blood run cold in your neck. I did not just say that.
âWhatââ George stopped. Then, a second later, he continued. âWhich one of us would you want it to be? To be your soulmate?â
With trembling fingers, you moved your hand away from your mouth, your voice coming out small. âAre you asking me who I like most?â
He didnât hesitate. âYes.â
You almost felt your heart drop, bolting upright until you were sitting atop your sheets. Wrapping your hand around your phone, you balanced it on your lap, uncertainty springing up in your gut.
Who... I like most?
Dream, George, and Sapnap. Sapnap, Dream, and George.
To think that just a year ago, you had never spoken to themâhad only ever known them as three strangers through a screen. Yet here you were now, their voices soft against your ear and your heart aching at the sound of their laughter. They made you smile beyond belief, and you wouldnât miss a call with them for the world, even if it was three in the morning and you were dead asleep. Although you had spent time with each of them individually, just as friends did, you loved spending time with all three of them together far more, and you didnât want to imagine having them any other way.
George, Sapnap, and Dream.
Who did you like most?
You swallowed, then opened your mouth. âI,â you choked out, âI donâtâI wouldnâtââ
You stopped, your heart pounding like a drum between your lungs. You could feel them waiting for you, as patient and caring as ever. The thought made you want to curl up into a ball and cry. Screwing your eyes shut, you sucked in a deep breath and whispered.
âI donât think I could ever pick just one of you.â
The silence that filled the air as you closed your mouth was tense. A million unspoken words ricocheted off the insides of your mind, your heart racing within the confines of your chest. The air suddenly felt too hot, and you kicked the covers off your legs, curling your knees closer to your chest and resting your burning cheeks on top of them.
âMaybe this is a sudden thing to say,â Sapnap whispered abruptly, his words coming out slurred as he broke the silence, âbut I really, really want to know what you look like right now, [Y/N].â
You felt your arms go limp around your legs. âMe, too,â George added, thoughtful and faint. âI bet youâre beautiful.â
Resisting the urge to bury your face in your hands, you ran your finger along the edge of your phone screen, the glass pressing against your hot skin. âIâum,â you began shakily, âyouâll see when we meet, okay? This way, two of us can stay a mystery.â
Clayâs soft chuckle rippled through your bedroom once more, bouncing off the walls and making your chest ache even more. âAlright.â
You felt your chest constrict with heat, feeling like you were almost about to burst at the seams from the way they were speaking. âW-Well,â you laughed, trying not to sound as panicked as you felt, âon that note, I think Iâm gonna go to sleep now.â You opened your mouth to continue when a yawn cut you off, eliciting a string of laughs from your phone speaker. âIâm feeling pretty tired.â
âSweet dreams, [Y/N],â George murmured tenderly. âTalk to you tomorrow?â
âTomorrow,â you confirmed with your heart battering against your ribs. âGoodnight!â
Reaching over, you pressed your thumb over your phone screen, exiting the call just as swiftly as you had joined. That had been hours ago now, and while you were tired, you couldnât shake the churning sensation in the pit of your stomachâtwisting and turning as you laid back on your bed. You slipped your phone onto your nightstand, plugging it in in a forlorn haze before lying back once more. Staring up at the lonesome ceiling, you frowned, your heart suddenly feeling like an anchor in your chest.
Without even an inch of doubt, you knew: you liked themâall three of them.
And it was going to be the end of you.
Having a crush was a dangerous thing in a world full of soulmates, especially if they were onlineâeven more so if you had multiple. You could only ever find out if someone was your soulmate if you met them in person, and you had heard far too many stories of couples meeting in person, only to learn that they werenât fated to be. Combining that with multiple soulmate bonds slimmed the chances even further. Multiple soulmate bonds werenât exactly unheard of, but they were rare. You had never met anyone who had one, and you doubted that you would be the first youâd know to have one.
You suddenly felt itâthat familiar spark of hope you felt all those months ago when you sat at your desk chair with a shirt on your lap. The hope that drew you to them now was the very same hope that connected you in the first place. Your heart leapt, lapping up every last droplet like a man dying of thirst, yet with each new spark that rained down in your chest, the thought clawing at the back of your mind loomed larger and larger.
Just what exactly were the chances all four of you would be soulmates? It had to be next to nothing if it wasnât zero already.
This wasnât like the manhunt raffleâlady luck could only be so generous.
Rolling onto your side, you felt something deep inside you reach its hands up and wrap around your lungs, squeezing as tightly as it could. The ache that shot through your insides stung like a hot coal, but you knew there was nothing you could do to soothe its hungry flames. Unshed tears pricked the back of your eyelids like silver needles, and you squeezed your eyes shut, choking back a muffled whine. Your bedroom suddenly felt too big, your bed too empty.
Hope could be beautiful, but it could also destroy you from the inside out.
âDo not leave the call.â
Clayâs chuckle sent a frown skittering across your face, and you let out a small whine as you leaned forward in your desk chair. âAww,â he crooned, teasing and light, âare you jealous, Georgie?â
âN-No, what?â George sputtered, and you could almost envision the way his cheeks would flush a pretty shade of baby pink. âJustâjust donât hang up.â
âIâm telling you,â Sapnap laughed with a sly lilt, his voice sounding a little more distant than Clayâs, âheâs jealous.â You vaguely could make out the sound of his signal light from inside his car, a muffled car horn echoing from outside. âOr at least if he isnât, [Y/N] is.â
At that, you whipped your head up, blinking wide as you shot a glare at Sapnapâs Discord icon on the side of your monitor screen. âWell, [Y/N]?â Clay drawled, a flicker of mischief dancing in his tone. âWhat do you have to say about that?â
You curled your fingers into your hands, a small pout settling onto your features as heat shot across your face. âIâI am!â you said, your voice coming out a fraction louder than you intended. When the other line went quiet, you shuffled back in your seat, your cheeks burning even hotter. âI am jealous, okay? Itâs... itâs just not fair that you two get to meet before we do.â
There was a brief moment of silence. You were being childish, you knew, but at least you were being honest. Suddenly, Clay spoke. âWe know, sweetheart,â he said gently, not at all realizing how your heart skipped a beat at the pet name. âBut youâll be able to meet us soon. Just wait a bit longer, okay? Iâll buy you both plane tickets if I have to.â
You pouted with a dejected whimper, your finger drawing small circles onto the side of your desk. âOkay.â
âDonât sound so sad,â Sapnap chuckled with a soothing coo. âAs soon as we can get you two over here, we will.â
You let out a sigh, swinging your chair from side to side with a frown. Was it so wrong of you to want to meet them so badly, to want to see them and hug them? Part of you didnât even care if you were all soulmates at this pointâyou just wanted to hear them laugh in person. You wanted to make them smile. Was that really so much to ask for?
âI see him!â Clay suddenly shouted. Your head shot up faster than a bullet, and you heard the sound of a front door opening and slamming shut. âOh, Sapnap.â
âOh, Dream,â Sapnap called mockingly, his smile shining through in his voice. There was the sound of the car engine stopping, then a car door swinging open. âHoly crap, youâre way taller than I expected.â
You chuckled at the surprise in Sapnapâs voice, hearing George laugh along with you. âJeez,â Clay muttered, his voice overlapping ever so slightly with the mic on Sapnapâs phone. âItâs so weird actually seeing you in person, oh my goââ
All of a sudden, Clay went silent, cutting himself off with a strangled noise of surprise. On Sapnapâs end, there was a muffled choking sound, then nothing. In a flash, you were upright, your eyes wide and your hand flying to your mouse.
âSapnap?â George called, his tone soaked with worry. âClay? Are you two alright?â
There came a gasp, and you could make out the sound of Sapnap struggling to search for words. âYouâreâClayâs myââ
Just like that, it clicked, like a switch had been flipped inside you. You felt something in your chest deflate, and you opened your mouth.
âSoulmates,â you whispered so quietly that you would have missed it yourself, had you not been the one to say it. âYou two are soulmates, arenât you?â
George fell silent. âI think so,â Clay mumbled, his tone coming out as if he were in a daze. âIâve never felt anything like that before in my lifeâit definitely feels like what everyone says, you know? Just, really warm, and.... and...â He trailed off, ending with an enamoured sigh. âYeah.â
Your mouth felt as though it had been sewn shut, like you wouldnât have been able to force the words from your lips even if you tried. âHow did we not know after all these years?â Sapnap giggled, his voice swimming in a mixture of disbelief and affection.
âWeâve never met in person up until now,â Clay mused, his sentence rising at the end. âThis is the first time weâve ever seen each other, let alone touched.â
âIt is, isnât it?â Sapnap murmured back wistfully. The call suddenly went quiet, and a deep, disappointed quiet fell over the four of you. Not a word was said as the harsh reality slowly settled into your hearts.
Clay and Sapnap were soulmates.
Only Clay and Sapnap.
âIâm happy for you two!â George suddenly shouted, startling you in your chair. He sounded oddly chipperâtoo chipper. âI wishââ He suddenly choked, pausing for a moment to catch his breath again. âI wish I was already friends with my soulmate. Meeting new people is hard.â
âWho knows?â Clay chuckled. His words were teasing, but even they couldnât mask how crestfallen he sounded. âMaybe [Y/N] is yours.â
âYeah,â Sapnap hummed in agreement, the hopefulness in his voice sounding just as forced as his soulmateâs. âYou hear that, [Y/N]? Maybe you and Gogy were meant to be.â
Your vision was hazy and unfocused, your gaze focused on the window in your room. In the corner of the glass was a small spider web, just barely the size of your palm. You watched with blurry eyes as a fly caught in the sticky web beat its wings in desperation, struggling helplessly as a spider crawled out from behind the windowsill. You distantly wondered how trapped that fly feltâif it knew that there was no point in hoping for anything better, now.
Turning away from the window, you focused your gaze down at yourself, down at the black shirt you were wearing. A clean white axe stared back up at you, and you felt a bittersweet smile stretch across your face as you uttered a single word.
âMaybe.â
A loud beep echoed from the ceiling speakers, and you jumped at the sound. All around you, people were bustling in and out of gates, towing luggage behind them as they rushed down the crowded pathways and between loitering groups of people. You whipped your head this way and that at the sight, your head spinning with all the new sights and sounds.
It was still hard to believe that just a few months prior, you wouldnât have been able to step foot in an airport like this.
To see people move from one place to the next, seeing loved ones and meeting new people for the first time was almost exhilarating, especially after all that had happened with the world. You liked it, and you certainly hoped that it was here to stay.
You had just started walking down the main path when you felt your phone ring in your pocket. Fishing it out, your face lit up at the caller ID, and you picked up without waiting another second, pressing the cool glass to your ear with a smile. âHi, George.â
âHey!â he greeted with a cheerful tone. âDid you get here safely?â
Rocking back and forth on your heels, you curled your fingers a little tighter around the handle of your suitcase with a hum. âYep.â
âGood.â You could hear the smile in his voice, and it sent a familiar tingle of warmth bouncing down your spine. âHow are you feeling?â
You paused, your steps faltering for a brief second as you pondered. âNervous,â you said after a moment or two, âbut a good kind of nervous.â
âA good kind of nervous?â he repeated with a fond tone. âI think I know the word youâre looking for.â
Your lips curled up at his words, your mind flashing back to a distant day from long, long ago. âYes, George, Iâm excited.â
The laugh that fell from his lips sounded like pure music to your ears, and you caught yourself thinking that you wouldnât mind drowning in the sound. âMe, too.â As you wove between a few sectioned off groups, George added gently, âYou know where to meet us, right?â
You nodded with a small noise of confirmation, making a sharp turn down yet another long hallway. âYeahâIâm pretty sure Clay and Sap are already waiting for us.â
George snorted, both affectionate and teasing at once. âOh, I know they are. Iâll see you there?â
You grinned, bobbing your head along to the beat of your suitcase wheels rolling across the polished tiled floors. âFor sure. See you there!â
Lowering your phone from your ear, you pressed your thumb against the screen before letting it drop into your pocket once more. A sigh escaped your lips as you let the ache you had been suppressing tumble loose, throbbing and gnawing away at the shaky shards of your heart.
How long had they known that Clay and Sapnap were soulmates, now? Five months? Six? You werenât sure if you could even bring yourself to keep count, anymore. It hurt too much to think about. You were happy for them, you really were. But the selfish part inside you still longed for their touch, even if they wouldnât ever truly be yours. It wasnât that you didnât like George, but you meant what you saidâyou couldnât pick just one, and you wanted all of them, as greedy as it was.
Shaking your head, you pushed forward, your gaze darting up to the navigational sign hanging from the ceiling. No matter how painful it may be, you werenât going to let your own heart get in the way of how amazing today was going to be. You were meeting your favourite people in the world today, and nothing was going to take that away from you.
Not even heartbreak.
Glancing briefly over at a map on the wall, you huffed as you dragged your suitcase up a set of stairs and through the corridor, chewing on the inside of your lip. Georgeâs gate was on the opposite side of the airport from yours, and Clay and Sapnap were waiting in the middle for the two of you. His flight had arrived a bit before yours, so you knew you were just going to have to find all three of them together.
After another few minutes of walking, you found yourself walking into the central dome of the airport, the glass ceiling filtering natural light into the room as you wheeled your luggage in. Your lips parting in awe at the sight, you swept your gaze across the busy room, scanning over every head you could find. You had only been looking for a few moments when a head of dark sepia hair caught your attention. Narrowing your eyes, you shuffled forward carefully. Then, your lips split into a triumphant grin.
There they were.
In a heartbeat, you felt your insides melt at the sight. Sapnap and George looked as handsome as ever, their lips curled up into dazzling smiles as they spoke, and Clayâoh, Clay. This was the first time you would ever be seeing each otherâs faces, but you didnât have to see him to know that he was pretty. With tousled golden locks and emerald green eyes that flashed like gemstones, he was everything you could have asked for and more.
Chatting casually with one another, all three of them were dressed in comfortable clothes, and you wanted to fling yourself at them and bury yourself into their warm touch. Sucking in a deep breath, you marched toward them, slinking around so that you were facing their backs. Hugs could come laterâright now, it was time for a surprise.
Treading slowly and carefully, you only stopped when you stood a foot behind them, the giddiness rising in your chest as you finally opened your mouth.
âSapnap was right. You are tall.â
The three of them immediately whirled at the sound of your voice, their eyes as wide as saucers as their gazes locked on yours. The grin on your face only grew wider as you watched their faces light up in unison, like a set of stars coming together in the night sky.
â[Y/N],â they said at the same time, blinking wildly as you sent them a small wave.
You laughed. âHere I aââ
âWe were right, too,â Clay suddenly blurted, bending over slightly. âYou are beautiful.â
Your cheeks flushed with bubbling heat, and you felt your heart leap in your chest. âIâah, um,â you stammered, taking a step back. âYou look good too, Clay.â
Sapnap took a step forward, reaching his hand out toward you with a soft smile. âSo, we finally meet,â he hummed, a brilliant gleam flashing across his eye. âDoes this mean I get to hug you, now?â
You grinned, and with a giggle, you were leaping forward, your suitcase wobbling behind you as you let go. The moment you felt warm arms wrap around your backside, you felt yourself relax.
Then, your skin suddenly felt like it was on fire.
Warmth surged up your spine like a rippling flame, your eyes shooting wide open as you gasped, your fingers curling into the soft fabric of Sapnapâs shirt. In an instant, you were stumbling back, clutching at the space over your heart. You could feel it going absolutely haywire in your chest, pounding like never before. Your entire body felt as light as a feather, and your mind felt strangely hazy.
Impossibleâit had to be.
âSap,â you choked out, your eyes locking onto his own wide ones, âyouââ
âGeorge, Clay,â he suddenly said, reaching a hand out toward the two boys, âget over here. Right now.â
The two of them had been standing stock still just a few steps away, their jaws dropped and faces contorted with surprise as they watched you and Sapnap tremble across from one another. Swallowing, George took the first shaky step forward, reaching his hand toward yours. The moment your fingers brushed, the same tingling warmth crashed over you like a wave, and you let out a soft noise, happiness blooming in your throat like a blossom in spring. You watched with earnest eyes as Georgeâs expression mirrored yours, his rosy lips parted in surprise as his fingers latched onto yours. The hope you had locked away months ago came pouring out of your glowing heart like a waterfall, overwhelming every inch of your senses.
âItâs not just us,â you whispered, your voice brimming with nebulous hope. âItâs George, too.â
George lifted his head, his breath hitched as he turned. âThat just means...â
All three of your gazes landed on Clay, who was still frozen in place, stock still with shock. Your eyes darted to Sapnapâs, then Georgeâs. You nodded in unison, and without saying a word, you stepped forward. You slipped your hand into Sapnapâs, your heart trembling with adoration at how big and warm his palm was against your own. Sharing one last glance with one another, you nodded. Just like that, you were slipping your hand into Clayâs, George following suit while Sapnap grabbed his.
In a heartbeat, everything felt perfect.
The empty cracks in your heart no longer felt as wide as they once did, instead flooding with burning warmth and something that felt like love. Your head spun with dizzying affection, and you felt your vision grow watery, but for an entirely different reason, now.
God, you loved them, you loved them, you loved them.
At your side, Sapnapâs hand shook in yours, surprise lacing his every word. âI canât believe it.â
âA four-way soulmate bond,â George breathed, his own mouth twitching up into a lovestruck grin. âIâI never thought weâd have one. I mean, I always hoped butââ
Suddenly, Clay spoke up, his voice hoarse but full of sincerity. âW-Woah, are you crying? Whatâs wrong?â
In a flash, their eyes were on you, who had let go of Clayâs hand to press your palm against your eye. âN-Nothingâs wrong,â you said, your voice shaking with overwhelming emotion. âIâm justâIâm so happy.â A quiet sniffle bubbled up in your throat, but it didnât stop the smile from tugging at your lips. âI liked you all so much and I was so scared that only George was going to be my soulmate, because youâre all so important to me, and I couldnât just give you guys up like that.â
â[Y/N],â Clay choked out, his own voice starting to wobble, âstop, please. Youâre going to make me cry.â
Laughing, you leaned against him, soaking into the warmth of his body as his arm instinctively wrapped around you. âJustâjust cry with me, okay? We can all cry together.â
You didnât need to say it twice. Not even a split second later, and you felt two more pairs of arms snake up around you, a nose burying itself into your hair as a cheek pressed against yours. âIt looks like you won more than just one lottery then, huh?â Sapnap mumbled from above you, his chest rumbling against your back.
âYeah,â George chuckled, his fingers lovingly rubbing small circles against your arm. âFirst the manhunt, now this. Just how lucky can one person be?â
You smiled, rubbing your head against Clayâs shoulder with a loving hum. âI donât know what the universe was thinking,â you murmured, your eyelids fluttering shut as you gently rocked back and forth together, âbut Iâm glad I won. You three are the best prize I could have ever asked for.â
You felt a pair of lips press a soft kiss to the top of your head, your heart sighing in your chest. âI love you,â someone whispered, too softly for you to tell who it was.
All around you, the bustling airport kept moving, full of life and bursting with energy as the crowds flowed around you like a river. The world was still moving, the planet still turning beneath your feet as you embraced one another, warm and safe in each otherâs arms. But in that moment, none of that mattered. A dazzling spark danced along the crevice of your heart, bright and warm and oh-so full of hope as you opened your mouth to whisper back.
Heyyy, hey, how ya'll doing?? My exams are over!! Thank you so much for the support and the lovely messages đ here's a kith. I know you guys are waiting on Empty part 2, so here's a really short unedited thing?? I wrote a few months ago for you guys to read while you wait. You can really see how much I improved with my recent writing, but I hope you all enjoy this nonetheless while I finish up Empty 2. Enjoy, or don't. Idk.
Summary â> A study sesh turns into something much more when two knuckleheads interrupt you.
Pairing: jamespotter x fem!reader (im sorry to frederick for neglecting my gingeritis religion.)
Word count: a mere 1.4k
Warnings: smut / just filthy sex honestly / cheeky lil breast action /
Rating: 18+
DONâT REPOST MY WORK
You made sure to neatly pile your hoard of essay papers and not mind the ink blotches your palm had left from the hours of work put within. It didn't matter, Slughorn cared about the content rather than esthetic, hopefully. It was no big matter to worry about you told yourself, your handwriting was messy and not the most appealing, but your handiwork in potions was quite the opposite, it was fine.
"Hey ____, still workin' on those?" James Potter's husky voice cracked like a whip in-front of your face, perhaps painful to your ears as well.
You glowered at him, what else were you supposed to do? His antics continued to worsen every day. "What do you want?" your nasally voice caused you to clear your throat, evidence perhaps that you hadn't left the library seat and spoke in hours.
"Just checking in." Sirius Black's pool of hair - black as well - was turned the opposite way, he was gazing at the library books, a most unusual sight for him. "Didn't want you melting outta boredom."
"I'm perfectly fine thanks." you snapped, your head rung in awful thumps of pain but you paid no attention to it.
The corners of James's perfect lips lowered playfully. "You're all snappy, we're doin' nothing." his tone was smooth as silk now, his lips tugging into a playful grin once again. Never was a grin not on James's handsome face.
You took a deep inhale while watching him, you had to anyways. Your fingers were fidgeting together under the table, a view James couldn't hopefully see but the way your rings clicked together made him painfully aware. "Just don't bother me till' I'm done, I'm almost finished."
James nodded, his bottom lip jutting out in a frown once again. You had to roll you eyes, had to do something to make it seem like you weren't enjoying their so called company.
You stretched your head back and enjoyed the feeling of your neck craning and extending for a few moments. It had been a some time since movement was made in your fatigued body. you figured your tied up hair wasn't going to keep intact much longer, so you released the band in a swift move. Your hair cascaded down all the same, then you quickly shot straight and continued to write.
You didn't have time for comforts and stretching, you were close to finishing your essay and that was all that mattered. You didn't even bother asking James if he had done it, because his answer was surely at the ready. He was Head Boy and his marks were all excellent, but when it came to homework it was long forgotten to him.
A slight diversion caused you to look up, James and Sirius were on the ground and a few books had fallen, scattered around the wooden library floor. You scoffed then flicked your wand; the books magicked up and flew back to their original places. "One second and you guys make a mess." you stared, your eyes flashed dangerously. You weren't an intimidating person, at least you liked to think so much unlike what your friends said.
But surely, you easily managed to intimidate the two most popular boys in Hogwarts. They both quickly shot up and took the seats in-front of you. Sirius was apologetically looking down, unlike James who immediately relaxed and sprawled himself out on the plush cushions. Ass, you thought, but didn't say anything.
"Alright what do you want, really." you deadpanned, you knew them for seven years, they weren't fooling you.
James, who was busy wiping his glasses on the fabric of his sweater put them back on and smirked. "You." he simply said.
You rolled her eyes and scoffed all the same, though your stomach was erupting in butterflies. "James why don't you go bother Lily like you always do." you whispered, Madame Pince was glaring at them and you weren't going to risk getting kicked out of the library again.
"No," James started, Sirius merely watched the interaction play out with a smile. "why would I go t'her when I have you right here."
You shot up and squeezed your fists, you weren't going to fall for it, a phrase you had been telling yourself for the past two years when James's interest suddenly piqued on you. "I'm gonna go put these books back."
After pressing the three large books to your chest, you wasted no time getting far away from the two boys as possible. Your heartbeat was rapid, dangerously fast that you thought you might drop dead.
It wasn't much time until you reached the furthest corridor of bookcases, luckily this was the row where you had acquired the books. You walked to the middle and stood on your toes, reaching your hand up and letting the books fly back to their original places. Then, the next book, same process. You were going awfully slow, doing your best to avoid talking to James as much as you could so your burning cheeks could go cool down and your heart would stop trying to thump out of your chest.
The third book, so close to being done until a presence suddenly overpowered you. It was right behind you and awfully familiar, towering over your stretched figure. James' cologne was what gave it away so suddenly, "Let me." his tone was going in spirals, once husky, then silky and now this. Breathless, strained and somehow desperate.
What you didn't realize was your skirt lifting up when you stood tip toe on your legs, your years of Quidditch clearly visible on your body. At least for James anyways. You heard him swallow thickly, then a muscular arm towering over her figure and pushing the last book up.
James sucked in a breath.
It was dizzying, you were never this close to him. A new territory, unfamiliar and intimate, not to mention exciting. Sure he flirted but he never took it too far, you didn't know what to think of it either. He was confident while "flirting" with Lily, he held his chest high and cracked jokes which only made the Lily blush deeper and continue to insult him. His ego boosted whenever Lily would try to hide away her blush, and the usual row of girls on the background sighing with her. It was somehow annoying, seeing James so buttered up.
James exhaled harshly.
But with you it was different, James was the one blushing. An unusual sight, James Potter being flustered but it was true. He would even stutter at times if you playfully flirted back, which happened very rarely. He would start off confident, and it would die down in a matter of seconds.
James was breathing almost heavily now.
You felt proud at sometimes, you even believed that James maybe would be harboring feelings for you. But then that big ole clump in your head would yell 'why would he, he's James Potter. Also, he's been in love with the same girl for years.' and all that hope would dissolve away.
James groaned desperately.
So frankly, you didn't know how you ended up with your skirt hiked up your waist, panties messily tucked aside and thick cock buried to hilt between your walls and continuously slamming into that one, dizzying spot. James' hands slithered around your waist and his arms tightly encircled on your stomach to press. You could feel every single muscle. Every single muscle to from stomach, down his thighs and the flesh between them.
He pressed his chest on your back, whispered the filthiest phrases he could think of to make you writhe, told you how pathetic you were for letting him do this in a ruddy library. Maybe this was what caused him to run a hand up your chest and clasp his hand around your throat. "Keep quiet, don't want anyone seeing you like this." he had told you, and it was the slight roll of his hips that made you unable to answer and barely take it.
You babbled, drooled, worshipped his cock with your sopping cunt until he was telling you that he loved you. He pulled on your chin to kiss you, sloppy and wet and he didn't let you answer. His glasses were pushed behind, rocking back and forth with his body, dangerously close to falling off. He was gorgeous and with your hands propped on the library shelves, you whimpered an "I love you." back. The two of you came, claiming each other and lazy smiles knowing that the feelings the both of you harbored was reciprocated, and the possibility of having something more was true.
Natsuoâs voice was but a whisper as his gentle and expectant eyes bore into yours. The thought alone had your heart race skip a beat immediately.
Nothing was off limits for Natsuo so long as it would magnify the pleasure he could provide as far as you were concerned.
You promptly nodded at the man on top of you, moaning softly as his hardening bulge pressed against your covered pussy.
The coldness that spread across his palms as he quickly undid your shirt was met with a jerk of your hips.
âCalm downâŠâ he hissed and you felt his cock twitch as he fumbled with the tiny buttons keeping you hidden from him.
Natsuo would rarely make use of his quirk in his daily life, and had resorted to using it under very specific circumstances.
You werenât a stranger to it, and had had the opportunity of being on the receiving end of the coldness that would emanate from him in such occasions.
Your clit throbbed in anticipation once he pulled your bra down, exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze.
He shifted until his face was but a mere inches away from your flushed skin, and you vaguely wondered what he had in mind.
The answer to that thought came soon enough.
His lips puckered as he let out a stream of stinging cold breeze graze over one nipple, causing it to swiftly harden.
âAlways so sensitiveâŠâ he smiled proudly, repeating the motion on the other one.
Damn Natsuoâs extensive knowledge of the human body.
The familiar coiling feeling in the pit of your stomach had your eyes flutter shut, and he seized the opportunity to wrap his cool lips around your nipple. He wasted no time, alternating between slow and long suckles, and quick and hard ones.
If quirkplay was an art form then Natsuo mastered it with jaw-dropping proficiency.
Heâd switch nipples every now and then while his freezing hands remained plastered on your ass cheeks, angling your body with his and allowing him to dry hump you.
âN-Natsuo⊠slow⊠d-downâŠâ you stammered, hands fisting his pale hair in the hopes of breaking the grip he had on you.
It was all to no avail.
One of his hands found your soaked panties and pushed them to the side.
You gasped and your eyes flew open at the sudden coolness that contrasted nearly painfully with the heat radiating from your swollen clit.
Natsuo released your nipple with a wet pop and fixed his eyes on you.
âHow cold can I go today?â he asked teasingly, fingertips barely brushing along your sopping slit.
Heâd always ask you, but not because he feared going too far â your body language would tell him that â, but merely as a way to have you beg for it.
âAs cold as you can getâŠâ
The pad of his thumb immediately pressed down on your clit and you jolted in surprise.
âIcy cold?â he asked, an excited smile tugging at his lips.
You squirmed under his touch. âWhatever you want⊠justâŠ.â fuck meâŠ
Natsuo kept one hand between your thighs as a reminder of the pleasure he could so easily deliver; the other snaked under you skillfully and he undid the clasp of your bra, before sliding the fabric off you.
He took a deep breath, taking his sweet time to admire your body. If there was one thing Natsuo excelled at was making you feel pretty and wanted.
Even though school crammed most of his schedule and robbed you of his focus, he would always find a way to make it up for you.
So when he pressed his cold palm just below your ribcage, eye never tearing away from yours, you felt a rush of hotness splatter your cheeks.
And then something elseâŠ
Something hard and cold and wet was starting to dig into your skin. You eyes traveled down to stare at his still hand, and you saw a faint glaze of icy blue coat it up to his wrist.
âNatsuoâŠâ
The young man lifted his hand, revealing one ice cube that he had to keep in place with his fingers to keep it from sliding to the side as your body temperature caused its underside to melt and have droplets rolling down your skin.
Two cold fingers dragged along your pussy lips to smear your own wetness and earning a hiss from him.
âI love that youâre so wet⊠so ready for my fingersâŠâ he cooed, sliding one digit inside your heated pussy.
The melting ice cube started glinding down your torso, leaving a wet trail in its wake which prickled your skin with goosebumps. He lowered his head and planted a few open-mouthed kisses, following the path laid out by the byproduct of his quirk.
You arched your back reflexively when he added a second finger inside you, drawing out a groan of pleasure mixed with momentary discomfort as your body adjusted to the never-ending temperature fluctuations.
âAh⊠fuckâŠâ you suddenly heard him cuss in annoyance, halting his ministrations.
The subject of frustration was his own cock, apparently. A big wet spot stained his pants, and you almost smiled at how adorable he looked as as his cheeks gained a faint reddish tint.
All that sweet precum going to waste as Natsuo struggled with holding himself back.
You had to bite the inside of your cheek as you watched him undo his zipper and yank down his pants, exposing his long cock.
A sigh of relief left him, and he swallowed hard once he realized your eyes were dead set on the thick strings of precum that dripped from the tip.
The two fingers buried inside your pussy cooled down, causing you to clench around him vigorously.
âNatsuo! Whyââ
He merely smiled while his other hand conjured yet a new ice cube â as the previous one had completely melted away.
The slow and teasing pace his fingers set was almost agonizing, and you kept on rolling your hips as a way to instigate him to get bolder.
But he had other plans.
The cube in his hand came into contact with your clit and you yelped at the chilling sensation. He made sure your folds enveloped it on either side as your grip around his digits only increased.
âLook at the way your pussy is eating me upâŠâ he groaned, sliding it down to collect some of your juices. âBabe⊠look at your pussy lips.â
The moment you did as you were, a raspy moan fell from your lips and you felt several knots tightening in your lower abdomen as a clear warning that if he kept this pace youâd reach your high soon.
A needy moan echoed through his room, and you clasped one hand over your mouth.
His sister was at home, and so was his younger brother.
âKeep it down⊠can you do that?â he inquirer sweetly, sliding his fingers out completely and earning a disappointed mewl from you. âMouth open.â
His two wet fingers slipped past your lips and you promptly wrapped them around him, sucking and tasting yourself.
It was definitely an effective way of shutting you up.
âYou love sucking, donât you?â
You batted your eyelashes innocently while nodding, twirling your tongue around his digits as if they were his cock instead.
He bit his lower lip to muffle a moan, nudging the ice cube against your pussy.
You looked up at him, eyes widened.
âGrip it for me.â
His eyes were heavy with lust, and you felt a gush of wetness drip from you at his request.
The frozen cube poked at your entrance once more, and you felt him push it inside just enough for you to hold it in place with your walls.
Natsuoâs cock twitched several times at the sight of your pussy gripping the ice cube.
His voice was now low and filled with perplexity. âYou need to see this.â
In no time, he had his phone in his hands to snap a quick photo. You clenched briefly as you glared at the screen. Honestly, you had to commend his self-control, because you looked really, really inviting in that position.
âPretty girlâŠâ he praised, flicking your clit with his thumb, bringing you closer to the edge.
You were grateful that he had no intention of removing his fingers from your mouth, otherwise your moans would be heard throughout the entire place.
The ice cube wasnât able to endure the heat of your pussy, and you felt cold droplets sliding down your ass crack.
Natsuo kept his eyes on you the entire time. âSuck harder⊠pleaseâŠâ
You did as you were told, in an attempt at keeping some control as waves of unfathomable bliss rippled across your entire body. At that point, you could no longer prevent your pussy from completely sucking in the ice cube and with a seering pinch on your clit, he managed to have you trip over the edge of your sanity.
Flashes of technicolor swarmed your vision as you parted your lips in a silent scream. Bless Natsuo and his quick reflexes, because he had your mouth covered in no time, preventing any obscene sound from being heard by anyone but him.
He kept his cold thumb on your clit, alternating the pressure on it, but his pace never faltering.
Your hips bucked desperately and your arms wrapped around his neck as if you were holding on for dear life, riding out your orgasm.
âOuch!â he said playfully after losing balance and nearly crushing you under his weight. âDo you like my quirk that much?â
No coherent thoughts came to your mind as you panted heavily. âI⊠fuckâŠâ
He placed a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. âI love you, too.â
The two rivals did sit in silence, but that only applied for them. As for the rest of the world? No, no it didnât. The bonfire crackled before them, and nature around them made noise too, the crickets mainly. The small sounds of shifting, and other things, before suddenly it was broken by a loud snore instantly getting the duoâs attention as they snapped their heads to look over to the ex-security guard DJ with an arm around Kate, snoring loudly. Daffy let out a small breath of relief before he heard the fire crackle more and a roasted carrot was brought up in front of his bill a second time that night.
âYou sure you donât want one?â
âNo, like I said the first time, Bugsth.â
He said, before falling back into silence.
There was almost a tension in the air, both able to sense it, mainly Daffy who clasped his hands together resting his arms on his knees, hunched towards the fire. His hands shaking a bit, the raven feathered duck staring intently at the fire now. As he swallowed a bit, before his eyes flicked to the rabbit, teal locked with gold.
Bugs really was the perfect guyâŠfunny, charismatic, just a bit cocky, and overall charitable. His golden eyes, like drops of honey, swirling with color and entrapping. He could get lost in them and at this rate? He already was, at least until Bugs cleared his throat awkwardly, Daffy in turn snapping out of it and backing up slightly from when his body had apparently shifted to lean towards Bugs. He looked away feeling his face heat up a bit, before shaking it off. As he turned back to the rabbit who gave him a confused look. The duck finally deciding to break the silence between the two of them
â..Bugsth?â
â..yes?â
âHow..?â
He asked quietly, which wasnât usual for the loud mouth Daffy was known as. Even surprising Bugs, who earlier that night recalled their conversation, noting specifically that..well to put it simply, Daffy had reached out to him and was extremely vulnerable, no hidden intentions, no sarcasm. Just as quiet as he was now. Though they didnât get anywhere with it because Bugs Bunny, despite everything that he was written as, wasnât emotional. At least not in the serious way like their rival company. Usually most conflict was solved by dropping an anvil on the other, or a pie to the face, something the audience would laugh at, that Bugs would laugh at, but he knew deep down, that wasnât what Daffy needed from him.
After all..they were best friends.
So, hesitantly, he replied.
âEh, what do you mean âHowâ?â
He asked, cringing at how almost dismissive and genuinely confused he sounded. He didnât bother looking at Daffy when he did reply, after all this was brand new territory for Bugs, he wasnât meant to be..like this.
He wasnât meant to be vulnerable.
After a couple minutes he heard a small scoff, presumably from Daffy. The duck seemingly not happy about his response, as if Bugs was just that uncaring and unbothered.
âI mean, the conversation we just had, bucktooth.â He spat, his anger clear in his voice before he calmed down and ran hand through his hair.
Frustrated, Daffy stood up and walked off to a nearby canyon wall, pacing next to it, before leaning against it and crossing his arms, huffing. Bugs got up and followed him, after taking his roasted carrot off the stick he put it on, walking over, carrot in hand as he took a bite from it, leaning next to Daffy, facing him.
âThe conversation about..?â
âYou should know.â
The duck snapped at him, looking towards him again.
âWarner brothers?â
There was another silence, if only for a few minutes before Daffy grabbed that stupid carrot away from the rabbit and threw it as far as he could into the desert and before Bugs could even make a comment, the toon grabbed him by his arms and shoved him against the canyon wall angrily, as he glared at Bugs. His body was shaking as he let out a breath he didnât know he was holding.
âN-NO! GOD- g-god no! Itâs not about them!â
He yelled out, desperately.
His eyes wide now as they looked panicked, hurt, and genuinely taken aback. Causing the bunny to go dead quiet watching him, his whiskers tangled and eyes wide too.
âI-itâs about me! About you!âUS.â
He cried out shaking him a bit
âDaff-â
âYou donât get it, do you?! I have been working my whole life to get to the top! I have done everything you did and better!â
The Duck said, voice breaking slightly, unbeknownst to him, the two humans sleeping nearby, waking up to see them, as they watched holding their breath.
âEverything those damn executives have ever asked of me, Iâve done! I played the role of the villain, I played the role of the dumb rival to the great Bugsth Bunny! I did E-EVERYTHING!â
He yelled louder, letting go of Bugs arms and pressing a finger to his chest.
âI know my role! But does the audience care? No! Because youâre the hero, youâre the good guy that everyone cheers for! Iâm all bam! Wham! Ka-POW!â
He said smacking himself on the head, as stars flew around it.
âIâd rather work for that rat over at Disney than deal with this!â
He growled, right up in Bugs face.
Bugs backing up further against the wall, watching Daffy and although he was taller he felt a thousand times smaller.
âD-Daff..itâs..â
âDonât say it isnât true. Donât lie to my face rabbit!â
Bugs felt his heart pounding crazily, his breath hitching, watching Daffy yell, it wasnât like all those times before when they argued and then they did something funny, this was raw anger. This was..reality, it wasnât an act and of course he knew this, he knew it the moment Daffy snapped. It just,, was a lot to take in.
Daffy upon seeing Bugs expression backed up, quietly as he looked down at his hands which were by his sides in clenched fists.
He frowned, feeling something prick at his eyes, when suddenly, a soft silky hand was put to his shoulder and his eyes flicked up towards the grey bunny.
âDaffy.. I didnât know you..â
He took a deep breath
âIâm really, truly, sorry.â
The two looked at one another, before Daffy shrugged him off taking a few steps back.
âIâm not coming back to that studio, and I am not dealing with this, Iâm gonna get that blue monkey diamond for myselfâŠâ
He looked away from Bugs
âSee ya around Bugsth.â
He murmured, starting to walk off, before in one swift motion Bugs grabbed his wrist, stopping Daffy.
âDaffy.â
The duck turned to look at him and the moment he did, regret filled him because the rabbit was tearing up slightly, and of course it couldâve been an act, they were actors, but it just felt different. He watched Bugs, holding his breath, the Rabbit sniffling slightly.
âTell me you didnât have at least one good memory.â
He said looking to him, which in turn made the Duck look away, before Bugs got closer.
âDaffy.â
He repeated, his voice wavering as the Duck turned back again, Bugs only a few inches away. Daffy swallowed, his face heating up a bit.
The two just a few inches apart, staring. Kate and Dj looking at them, as they watched Bugs get closer
âTell me.â
He repeated once again, his voice breaking slightly.
Daffy looking to him and sighing
âYeah..I did have one.â
He answered softly, glancing down. Eventually moving to take Bugsâ hand in his as he rubs a thumb over his knuckles blushing more, thankful his feathers were so dark that Bugs couldnât see. Another hand being placed over his from the grey bunny as the toon glanced up at him, as he looked to their hands again as Bugsâ hand just covered Daffyâs hand.
ââŠthe first time we met. I swear..â
He chuckled softly smiling a tiny bit
âYou were brand new and shy. Like incredibly shy and when we shook hands you were shaking from nerves, I had never seen someone so nervous and you even admitted to me..that I was..your heroâŠme, Daffy Duck..your hero. I was amazed, and flattered.. and it was nice for the time it lasted.â
Bugs listened, and watched Daffyâs body language, the duck having never been this genuine about something. He supposed he forgot after seeing Daffy play his role for so long, that he..wasnât that type of guy, but because everyone thought he was, he continued playing that role. Daffy had put on a mask..and Bugs finally got to see it come off, he got to see him smile..
Daffy rarely smiled happily.
That smile..was beautiful, it lit up the world in that one moment. It even made Bugs smile a tiny bit too, even despite their situation, however, as soon as it appeared, it was gone. The duck frowning now, the two friends quiet.
Bugs felt terrible, a wave of guilt washing over him, as he considered Daffyâs words, he recalled his movements and his tone, and when he finally realized Daffy was probably going to leave, he didnât know if he should even bother stopping him, because it was obvious that Bugs Bunny had failed Daffy Duck as a friend. He failed terribly hard and honestly? No amount of apologies could fix this.
But he wanted to so badly.
Because despite everything there was a reason Bugs kept chasing after Daffy when he did anything, there was a reason he always was willing to help him. There was a reason now why Bugs had grabbed him, and was trying to stop him.
There was a reason, He had such a soft spot for Daffy.
Bugs swallowed, as he snapped out of it and locked eyes with the toon. He stepped closer, as close as he could and pulled Daffy into a hug.
The raven feathered bird freezing up in his arms, his arms in turn raising up in surprise as his breath hitched. The duck, not moving.
âB-Bugsth?â
â..I-Iâm sorry.â
He said, holding back his tears as he hugged Daffyâs thin frame tighter.
The Duck tensed up, before eventually hugging back as he closed his eyes, tearing up too. The two hugged each other tightly and stayed like that for the rest of the night, unmoving.
Tags: Friends with Benefits, Smut, Teasing and a little bit of Fluff.Â
Summary:Â Gojo returns from his trip, and while the two of you are hanging out you ask him to show you some of his powers. Unable to resist himself, he breaks a rule along the way.
A/N: Thank you so much for the likes and reblogs! I pretty much only have this updated on AO3 but am slowly trying to add all the chapters onto my Tumblr.
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When Gojo texted you to let you know that he was at his apartment, he did it with a devious prank in his mind. He informed you that you could let yourself in as the door was unlocked but chose to turn off all the lights and hid in one of the closets.
Then he waited.
He heard the patter of your footsteps and a soft âhelloâ, before creeping out from his hiding place and lightly approaching you. He was quiet enough for you not to hear him, the shadow of your frame slowing down and he could tell you were getting nervous.
Sheâs going to kill me, he thought to himself but refused to back out now that he had already set things in motion.
He towered behind you, noticing you freeze in place by the unknown and proceeded to wrap his long arms around your waist before pulling you into his body.
â Boo !â he exclaimed in your ear, earning a well deserved shriek on your part.
âGOJO, YOU IDIOT!â
You elbowed him in the stomach, forcing him to let go of you as a fit of giggles escaped his lips.
You marched over to the light switches, flicking them to illuminate his large penthouse apartment and you furrowed your brows at the six-foot-three goofball who was covering his mouth to hold in his laughter.
âThis is how you greet your friends after coming back from a trip?! By scaring the shit out of them?! Who the hell does that?!!â
Gojo tried to contain himself but the image of your jump scare was perfectly etched in his brain, replaying over and over again. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry âŠâ he said in between laughs, breathing in to regain control of himself. âI couldnât help myself but you should see your face!â
âUgh, you immature , asshole!â you grumbled, throwing the bag that you were holding in your hands in his direction.
Gojo had superior reflexes and caught it before it flew over his shoulder. He took a minute to calm himself down, extremely pleased that his plan went accordingly.
Meanwhile, you tossed your purse onto his coffee table, huffing to yourself as you plopped down on his black sofa. You folded your arms across your chest, unable to even look at him because of how irritated you were.
Gojo glanced down at the bag in his hand, the clear plastic enclosing a number of rainbow colored candies on the inside.
He bit his bottom lip out of guilt. âOkay, Iâm sorry âŠI mean it this timeâŠâ
You scoffed, âare you? Because you still seem pretty content with what you just did.â
âIâm not going to lie, seeing you react like that was worth itâŠâ
You scooted away from him as he took his seat next to you.
âWhat if you were some kind of murderer?!â
âNow why would you think a murderer would be in this apartment when I  invited you over in the first place? Youâre smart, use a little logicâŠâ he teased as he tapped your temple lightly before proceeding to open the bag of sweets.
âThatâs it, you donât deserve Rinaâs candies...â
Gojo clasped his chest in disbelief, â you donât mean that⊠â
You snatched the bag away from him, a satisfied smile spreading across your lips as Gojo frowned.
Deep down inside he was really happy to see you. Playful banter and all, your presence was the recharge he needed after his trip.
The two of you met eight years ago at Rinaâs candy shop. At the time, your best friend was just starting her own confectionary business which you were helping her with by working part time while you were still studying at university. Gojo couldnât get enough of her sweets, earning himself a reputation as a repeat customer. You and Rina constantly joke that he practically kept the business afloat during the early days.What you didnât know is that he also had his eyes on Rinaâs pretty friend. Unfortunately for Gojo, you were taken and oblivious to his advances.
He didnât care; just because you werenât interested in him in a physical sense, didnât mean that you both couldnât be friends. Gojo is the type of guy who would confidently socialise with anyone around him. He knew not everybody took to his personality, especially when the words ânarcissistâ, âegotisticalâ and âarrogantâ were constantly used to describe him. You knew all this about him but still chose to maintain your friendship. How you put up with his petty behavior and childish ways often had him wondering why you stuck around but he was grateful that you did. Â
After all, you were his closest friend - the only person he relied on after Suguru died.
Gojo pouted his lips, singing your name as he leaned forward to you and softening his tone. âIf I get down on my knees and apologise will you forgive me?â
âHmmmâŠâ you pondered, âI think thatâs a fair punishment and youâre buying dinner tonight, which Iâll be choosing so you canât make a fuss about it.â
Gojo nodded his head and shifted his position to plant his knees onto the floor. He placed one hand on his chest, his other lifting up his blindfold so he was peeping at you with just one eye.
âI sincerely apologize for the hurt I caused you. Will you please, with a cherry on top , forgive this idiot who is on his knees?â
He noticed your lovely smile, amused that he was the reason behind this reaction.
âOkay, you're forgiven,â you replied, as you extended the bag of sweets back to him, offering him to take his pick.
Gojo returned to his sit next to you, his fingers dipping into the candy mix before pulling out a ruby colored square and popping it into his mouth.
âMmmmâŠâ he moaned, as the flavor burst along his tongue, â this is good.. .â
âItâs a fresh batch. She made it this morning,â you replied, picking up a piece of candy for yourself. âNow that we can be civilized. Tell me how your trip wentâŠâ
The two of you spoke briefly about his trip but Gojo wasnât eager to disclose the headache he is currently going through trying to uncover the fingers of a one-thousand year old curse. Instead he shifted the conversation back to you, asking how your morning with Rina went instead. He was only back for twelve hours before he had to leave again. The two of you wanted to see each other but agreed that you would hold off on âgrabbing drinksâ until he returned three days from now.
However, Gojo noted how good you looked seated right in front of him. Before all this started, you would usually show up at his place in casual clothes, paying no attention about how you looked but tonight he realized that you made an effort. Â
You made an effort to look nice for him. Â
He appreciated it, because the pair of denim jeans you had on fit in all the right places that he loved paying attention to. Your white t-shirt revealed a hint of the lace bralette you were wearing underneath and the man wondered if that was a deliberate fashion choice on your part just to tease him. Your lips were painted in crimson, practically forcing him to focus on your mouth. He had to remember that the rules were there for a reason. The rules ensured that the two of you maintained the boundaries of your friendship. The rules were there because you two needed to make sure that this didnât influence your existing relationship in any way.
âCan I ask you a question?â
âYeah, but I canât promise an answerâŠâ Gojo cheekily replied, popping another sweet in his mouth as he grinned at you.
âCan I see your⊠domain ?â
âIs that supposed to be a code for my dick or something?â
You rolled your eyes at him, âyou keep telling me about all these powers you have but Iâve never seen any of it.â
Gojo squinted his eyes at you, âwhy are you so curious about me all of a sudden?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âWell, you were asking me a lot of questions about work just now, which you usually donât do, and now you want me to show you my skill setâŠâ
You fidgeted in place, your fingers tapping nervously against the fabric of your jeans. âI donât know, I think itâs weird that we have been friends for so long but I still donât know the real youâŠâ
Gojo paused, taken aback by your statement, âof course you know the real me.â
âNot the parts of you that you keep hiding from me.â
Itâs for your own good, he thought to himself.
Gojo pressed his lips together to stop himself from saying those words.
âYou already know about my Six EyesâŠâ he light heartedly replied. Â
âThereâs more to you than that! I guess Iâm just curious to see what else you can do. Besides, Iâm starting to come up with theories about your powers. Starting with the fact that you have to wear this blindfold at all times otherwise youâre going to start shooting blue laser beams at people.â
âNo laser beams, I can promise that,â Gojo replied with a nervous chuckle.
âThen show me the you that âclaimsâ to be the strongest jujutsu sorcererâŠâ you said, poking him gently on the shoulder. âI justâŠwant to see something âŠâ
Gojo pondered for a moment, sighing to himself as he was not quite sure what he could possibly do that wouldnât risk putting you in danger. A few seconds passed before he stood up, taking the bag of sweets from your hand and placing it near your purse.
âI want you to stand in front of me,â he requested as he walked around the sofa and found a spot in the middle of the room.
You did as he asked and motioned your way to the position that he had requested. Gojo extended his arm out, ensuring that you were a good distance away.
âAlright, now give me a hug.â
You arched your brow, âseriously?â
âJust do itâŠâ he insisted.
âIf this is another stupid prankâŠâ
âI swear it isnât. Now give me a hug, Iâm trying to make a point.â
You walked over towards him, taking your time until you were a few inches away from him. Your arms looped around his waist as you embraced him, but you stared up at him in confusion waiting to see what Gojo was planning next.
âNow what?â
âOkayâŠâ Gojo placed both his hands on your shoulders, before motioning you back until you were an arms length away from him again. âNow I want you to try and push me,â he commanded.
âPush you?â
âYes. Try to knock me down.â
You scoffed and he could tell that you probably thought he was messing around with you again. Just to play along you nonchalantly placed both your hands up and moved over to shove him, only this time Gojo did something that heâs never done in your presence.
Your eyes widened, your hands pressing into the air that was separating your touch from his body. The force like iron poured over concrete, incredibly powerful and completely protecting Gojo from you. Â
âWait⊠whyâŠâ you voice shook, as your frustration got the better of you. Your hands started to tremble and Gojo noticed you increasing your force as you tried to fight the barrier of his infinity technique.
â Why canât I touch you?âŠâ
You were using your legs to push now, every ounce of energy going into fighting the invisible cloak that shielded him.
Gojo smirked before dropping his infinity.
You felt the barrier lift, the pressure giving way as you hurled into him. Your body collided into his, all that pent up energy crashing into the sorcerer as you fell onto the ground. Gojo braced your fall but your face was planted into his chest and your arms lay flat on the ground besides him.
âAre you okay?â he asked, a hint of worry in his voice.
You gathered your senses, pushing yourself until you were sitting upright to face him. A puzzled look masked your face as you patted Gojoâs chest lightly before clutching shoulders and massaging your hands down his arms. âI can touch you now!  HowâŠhow did you do that?âŠâ Â
Your gaze lifted to meet his own both shocked and amazed by what just happened.
With his blindfold on you couldnât tell that he was looking at you with wonderment.
Gojo straightened his back so that the two of you were facing each other. You shifted your legs, adjusting your position so you were straddling him. Your hands were still pressing his arms, gripping onto them as if you were trying to prove to yourself that you were indeed touching him.
âYou asked me to show you something. So I did...â he said with a shrug. Â
âWas that your domain? AreâŠare you the domain?!â
Your innocent question made his heart swell, and a laugh escaped him. Â
âThatâs not how it works! It's more complicated than that but this is just one of my techniques that I use to defend myself.â
âThatâs⊠pretty cool âŠâ
âDoes it satisfy your curiosity?â
âA little.â
Gojo felt you finally let go of him. He glanced down to stare at your hands which were slightly red. He winced at the sight, bringing his fingers to wrap around your wrist as his thumb circled the center of your palm.
âDid I hurt you?â
âNo, this is from smacking the floor when I tripped.â
âTechnically still my fault, I should have warned you that I was going to drop my infinityâŠâ
âWhen I tried to push you it was the weirdest sensation. Like, I was touching something but feeling absolutely nothing at the same time. Has anyone ever broken it? Your infinity?â
âYou forget Iâm the strongest,â Gojo smugly replied, ânobody can touch me unless I want them to.â
You hummed to yourself but Gojo could see that you were lost in your own thoughts. You took his statement into consideration but he could tell you still had more questions you wanted to ask.
âThank you for showing me,â you replied softly, choosing to let it go for now.
Your eyes locked onto his, your cheeks a little flushed when you realized how close your faces were to each other. Gojo could sense your pulse increasing, your chest rising and falling as seconds passed between you both.
Right now, all he could think about is kissing you.
His lips brushed yours, a breathless sigh escaping you as you broke the silence that hung in the air.
â Maybe, we should order some dinnerâŠâ you suggested, your eyes shimmering with anticipation.
âThatâs an idea,â Gojo murmured, his eyes from beneath his blindfold dropping to your lips.
âI was thinking maybe we can take away from that place-â
His lips locked onto yours, interrupting your thoughts as he gave in to his desire. His hands moved to your hips, tugging you forward against him so he was holding you closer. He bit your bottom lip, before licking it and sliding his tongue into your mouth. Completely entranced by what he was doing, he didnât notice your hands trailing up his chest until it circled around his neck. This kiss was different, slow and passionate as Gojo took the time to explore your mouth. The taste of sugar dance across your tongues as he deepened the kiss, and he could feel himself getting hard as your chest rubbed against his. One of his hands snaked itâs way up behind your back, tangling his fingers in your hair. His other hand began lifting your tee from the front, sliding underneath it as he slowly began rubbing the flesh of your midriff. You broke away from him, taking a second to catch your breath as you pressed your forehead into his and hoping to calm things down before they escalate.
âWe shouldnâtâŠwe said we werenât going tooâŠâ
âYouâre right, we probably should stopâŠâ Gojo agreed, but his lips spoke otherwise as he returned a kiss instead.
â Satoru⊠â you whined, but he could sense the heat between your legs as your hips naturally bucked into him. âWe said we wouldnâtâŠnot tonight..â
âThen tell me to stop.â
âWhat about the rulesâŠâ
âTell me that you want me to stop, and we can go back to what we were doing.â
His lips trailed to your neck, where he nipped and sucked at your skin with every intention of leaving a mark.
You whimpered, tilting your head instead and giving Gojo better access to continue what he was doing. Your silence spoke volumes and gave him the consent he needed to continue.
âRules were meant to be broken,â he whispered in your ear. âAnd tonight, sweet girl, youâre all mine âŠâ
I recently discovered your blog, and I have an idea for a request! So, say that both Mondstadt and Liyue both hold a festival together or an event. Both Xinyan and Barbara are going to perform and the reader is going to help them. By like providing vocals or just helping them perform in general. A couple of days before the big day happens there's a note from the treasure hoarders (you can change it to something else like the Abyss Mages or something if that's easier for you) claiming they're going to take Barbara. Everyone just shoves it off to the side and then behind the scenes crew doesn't tell anyone so they don't cause panic for people. Especially since it's going to be a large crowd since both people from Liyue and Mondstadt. During the performance, while on stage the reader sees an arrow heading towards Barbara, and to prevent it from hitting her they casually push Barbara but it looks like a hug so people don't notice it. The reader is soon leaves the performance so they can catch the person who tried shooting Barbara. Their S/O (your character of choice) chases after them since they don't know where they're going and since they left the performance very early. Could you perhaps write their reactions to what the reader did? Like leaving the performance early and trying to catch up with them as they see them running somewhere? Feel free to change any of the details if you need to! This might not make that much sense so sorry about that. You could also choose any character since I'm not picky. Thanks in advance, and can I become đ Anon? ^^
so sorry this is so late đ anon!! things have been super busy - hope you still like it tho <3Â
THIS SCENARIO IS SO SPECIFIC I LOVE IT
reqs: open!
gn! reader
characters included: diluc, kaeya, xiao, and ningguang
you loaded up the last batch of qingxin flowers in your basket. god, you hoped this was enough for barbara to finish her performance with. the idea to conduct a festival with xinyan and barbara as the main performers was one coined by jean. she believed that it might help boost peoples spirits - especially after the havoc dvalin left behind. the suggestion to include liyue in the celebrations however, was all ventiâs doing. after hearing the state liyue was in with the supposed death of their archon, the bard decided that liyue could partake in the fun as well, a win for both nations. the first combined liyustadt festival and hopefully, not the last. to others, perhaps the stiffness in your posture, the sheen of sweat on your hands, or the crease between your brow could be attributed to the stress of planning such an event. after all, this had never been done before. however, your stress was on something else entirely. the note the treasure hoarders had threatened barbara with weighed heavily on your mind. the threat detailed that they would attack if the show went on, yet nothing had happened and while precautions were made, you still couldnât shake the pit in your stomach. you were taken out of your reverie as xinyan beckoned you on stage with the opening of the curtains in the back. putting on a sweet smile you waved to the crowd as they roared, the hero of mondtadt and liyue was in front of them after all. handing the delicate basket to barbara, you turned to make your way off the stage, before you felt chills up your spine.Â
there.
the whizzing sound of bark slipped crisply through the air as you quickly made to gently push barbara away from the arrowâs path. the quizzical look on the young idolâs face was immediately conformed into fear as she heard the dull thud of the arrow hitting the back wall. flashing the crowd a smile, you gave her a reassuring look before rushing off the stage in your best, nothing-is-wrong walk. gathering your travel sack and weaponry, you quickly darted off into the woods, determined to catch the culprit. unbeknownst to you however, a pair of eyes had already followed your movements and was making their way towards you.Â
long legs quickened their pace as diluc found his words met with silence. your figure was rapidly disappearing among the trees as he raced after you with questions blowing through his mind. you had your weapons and travel sack, all things you didnât have on you during the performance, he noted. he was aware something must have been detrimentally wrong if you were to take off in the middle of a performance where you were an honored guest. you would have informed someone beforehand if something was terribly urgent so why were you running like your life depended on it?Â
it was only a matter of time before diluc caught up to you, however he didnât stop you. he kept up with your strides as he inquired as to what was wrong.Â
with your response, it would only strengthen his resolve to help you, not that he was ever planning on doing anything other than that. he slipped the weight of your travel sack on his shoulders before moving ahead.Â
âtreasure hoarders you say? follow me darling, thereâs only one place with enough tree coverage to launch an arrow straight into the performanceâ
kaeya
âwoah, in a hurry now aren't we?âÂ
a lazy smirk dripped over his lips as mischief burned in his eyes. now where were you going so fast?
kaeya didnât have to run, he knew how to track. it also helped that he knew these woods like the back of his hand from the amount of dealings heâs made here. at first, he had assumed you were just running an errand, considering he had only briefly caught sight of your figure rushing through the trees. as he gets closer however, the mischief burns away into confusion, and then seriousness. why...were you wearing your gloves? wasnât this just a trip to get more flowers? heâll start to speed up after realizing the weight of the situation. as his feet catch up to yours heâll place an arm on your bicep, slowing you down slightly.Â
âsomethingâs wrong, i assume? give me the ten second versionâ
as soon as he hears your recap, heâll shoot off in a side path. you stared at him with widened eyes as he took you further into the thick of leaves. his fingers tangled in yours before he offered a quiet, âdo you trust me?â
you did.Â
xiao
âiâve told you, if you ever require my service, speak my nameâ
xiao had immediately rushed to where you were in a blink of an eye. he had known something was wrong from the moment he could sense a change in your energy, the connection between you was too strong after all. without sparing another second, he flew to where you were, mindful as to not startle you. tangling his pinky with yours, he stopped you completely.Â
âi know who did it. there is no need for you to go.â
the confusion on your face must have betrayed you as he quickly explained that he had seen the arrow make itâs way towards barbara before you pushed her out of the way. he had already tracked where the culprit was and planned to take them out himself. so as a result, there was no need for you to put yourself in harmâs way.Â
the way your eyes softened when you lightly put your hands on his cheeks confused him. why werenât you going back?
âxiao we talked about this. i can take care of myself, you donât need to protect meâ
your affectionate voice made his hands come up to his cheeks to clasp your own.Â
âi know, but humans are just so fragile...â
his voice trailed off and you brought your hands down to link your pinkies with his again.Â
âiâll always be here, donât worryâ
he knew that one day you wouldnât be, it was the tragedy of mortal life after all. but as he let you take him through the forest, weapons in hand, he thought maybe it wasnât so bad to let you take the lead for once.Â
ningguang
âyou can stop, iâve already sent the millelith to deal with themâ
your pace slowed to a halt as her words hit your ears. keqing had already let her know of the threat when the millelith had reported suspicious individuals. the tianquan had made a mental note before telling a handful of her guards to stay alert in case she needed to send them in. when she saw the arrow hit the backboard, a silent flick of her wrist sent the guards dispersing through the crowd, ready to apprehend the foes.Â
you sighed, sometimes you wished she would tell you these things beforehand.Â
your urge to talk back died as soon as you met her eyes. the affection in them as she raised her hand out to you was a rare sight for others, but a common one behind closed doors for you. a small smile appeared on your lips as she pulled you close to her, slipping a qingxin flower in your hair.Â
âwhy donât we watch the rest of the performance hmm?â
genre and warnings:
modern au, cutesy fluffy relationship stuff in the beginning but nsfw under the cut, too many pet names, unedited
note:
iâve never been too good at writing smut :D i rushed it at the end because i was super tired and didnât feel like writing anymore. probably gonna post this again later in the day if it doesnât get any traction.
lying on top of your boyfriend, you were drifting in and out of dreamland, the sound of his heartbeat and the feeling of his rough fingers sliding up and down your back underneath your shirt â his shirt â lulling you to sleep. your hand lightly gripped his hoodie, almost as if you were afraid heâd disappear if you let go. his other hand took yours in his and brought it up to his lips, peppering kisses along your knuckles. âgo to sleep, love. iâll still be here when you wake up.â
a whine left your throat when you shook your head into his chest; you were like a petulant child when their mother told them it was bedtime. âdonât wanna.â you mumbled. kaeyaâs chest rumbled as she chuckled at your somewhat childish behavior. you always did get a little stubborn when you were sleepy. how cute. you weakly slapped his shoulder, âsânot funny, yaya.â
âsnot funny? i think itâs a little gross myself but to each their own.â your boyfriend lightly tickled the back of your neck, making you cringe. you audibly whined, clearly already frustrated with his teasing. it usually took a little while longer but you were tired yet refusing sleep at the same time, thus making you cranky. kaeya kissed the top of your head, âokay, baby, iâll stop...for now.â
as much as you tried to stay awake, the soothing motions of his hand running up and down your back made it harder and harder to keep your eyes open. just as you were about to welcome the sweet embrace of sleep, you heard a snap and felt the pressure of your bra on your chest release, instantly waking you up. you shot up in kaeyaâs lap and reached to your back, feeling the clasp of your bra undone. âdid you just unclasp my bra?â
kaeya sat up with you and rest his hands on your bare thighs, massaging the muscles, a knowing smirk on his face. âwith one hand, sweetheart.â his hot breath fanned against your ear as nibbled on the sensitive spot behind it. heat began to pool in your belly as he trailed wet kisses down your neck and along your throat.Â
he put his hands back under your â his â shirt and moved your bra straps down your shoulders and with a little bit of maneuvering on your part, he managed to pull your bra off of you and throw it in some random direction. âyaya...â you hid your face in the safety of his neck, whimpering when he rolled one of your nipples in between his forefinger and thumb. your skin felt like it was on fire where ever kaeya touched you and it added to the growing heat between your legs.
kaeya flipped the two of you over and sat up on his knees, looking at your already debauched state. he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours, cupping your face in his hand. youâd think it was an innocent kiss if not for his erection consistently grinding into your core. when you tried to catch your breath, kaeya used this as an opportunity into your eagerly awaiting mouth. he tongue intertwined with yours and he swallowed your moans. when he pulled away, both of your lips were swollen and wet with spit. kaeya began trailing kisses down your neck once more, but nipped and sucked a lot more this time around, leaving marks in his wake. little whines and whimpers left your mouth as he attacked some of the more sensitive spots along your throat.Â
you moved to take your shirt off but your boyfriend stopped you, âkeep it on for me; i like seeing you in my clothes.â you felt your cheeks heat up at the comment but slowly nodded your head, heeding his request. his warm hands ran down your torso, stopping to knead your breast for a moment, before stopping at your panties. he met your eyes for a second, non-verbally asking you permission.Â
âplease.â you whimpered.Â
he flashed you another one of his smirks, âyour wish is my command.â the blue haired man slipped your panties off and threw them into the same unknown corner as your bra -- you made a mental note to tell him to pick them up later. he ran his fingers through your wet folds and dipped them inside of your for a second, groaning when he saw the drool of your cunt coating his fingers. âmy pretty baby is always so wet for her yaya, such a good girl for me.â he praised.Â
faster than you could process, kaeya dove between your legs and licked a long stripe up from your perineum to your clit. he sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it as his arms kept you in place. your hands flew to his hair and pulled, using the long strands to ground yourself. you arch your back as shots of pleasure go up your spine. not a spot is missed as his tongue swirls around the bundle of nerves.
you arch your back with a cry as he easily slides to fingers inside of you, crooking them against that spot inside of you that he knows so well. âkaeya!â you squeal, already feeling like youâre about to lose yourself to the pleasure he gives you. âright there, please, right there, pleasepleaseplease-â he immediately pulls way just as yours about to cum all over his fingers. tears of frustration prick at your eyes, threatening to spill over, âwhyâd you stop? i was so close!â
ânot so shy now are you, angel?â kaeya purrs, a teasing lilt to his voice. he moves his face back up to yours and captures you once more in a kiss. you could taste yourself on his lips. he pulled back to throw off his shirt and shimmy out of his pants. at the sight of his engorged member you reached forward, wanting to make him feel good too. but before you could his caught you wrists in his hands, âjust let me take care of you, okay baby? can you do that for me?â you let out a soft âkay and moved your hands to rest on his shoulders.
kaeya ruts his hips forward, slicking his cock with the wetness gathered in your folds, both of you moaning at the contact. after deciding himself lubed up enough, he sheathed himself inside you with one swift roll of his hips. when his hips meet yours, he swoops down and swallows the sweet cry that left your lips. you whimper as he fucks you in earnest.
the way he was fucking you had you mind going blank, unable to form proper sentences, left a babbling mess. your insides turns to mush as your boyfriend pounded his thick cock into you. fat tears dribbled down your cheeks, ââm close, yaya! âm gonna cum!â
âgo ahead. let go for me, sweetheart.â his words were all you needed to see white, trembling and crying as your orgasm wracks through you. you hardly register the feeling of warmth spreading through your nether regions before kaeya collapsed on top of you, holding himself up just enough so he doesnât crush you.
when you come back down from your high, heâs peppering kisses along your face and whispering sweet nothings. you give him a peck on his lips and give him a dazed smile. âah, there she is.â he grins, rubbing his thumb over you cheekbone. âyou feeling okay, baby? anything hurt?â
you shake your head, ââm fine. just sleepy.â you yawned, further proving how tired you were.
âokay, take your nap. iâll clean us up.â kaeya chuckled and kissed your forehead.
as he got to work cleaning you up, you finally fell asleep.
Warnings: vaginal fisting, needles, inappropriate use of medical equipment
ST Rambles: Here to drop this absolute MONSTROSITY of a 14.1k word chapter. But boy howdy was this thing a long time coming. Thigh riding, fisting, vein kink -- OH MY. To be honest, this thing was not supposed to be what it is, but I went with it and like how it turned out and how it will help the story along.
I take my NCLEX on July 7th and start my orientation on the 19th. Life is crazy y'all. Enjoy this.
[MASTERLIST] || BANNER // @elmidol
Bloodied faces, jagged flesh, the smell of iron scorching your nose, screams scraping against your ears and never ending, never faltering no matter how much you did.
All these things, these horrid thoughts, crowded your mind, and all you could do was keep running, keep tumbling through the unfamiliar halls of this place and hope you could get to him in time. Get to Kylo in time.
Because how many chances could the galaxy or the stars or the gods offer you? It felt like youâd used those chances up, maxed them out between Robbie and Snoke and Starkiller.
But you could not think like that, or at least you didnât want to. It was useless, none of those gut-wrenching thoughts could help you or Kylo, and all of them just made you want to crumple to the floor and give up.
If he wasnât okay, if he was dyingâŠ
The thought made you stumble forward, your fingers clamping onto a doorframe as you made another tight turn into the next hallway that looked like all the previous. You shot past couplets of workers, their shocked gasps dwindling behind as you raced away from them to wherever your watch was leading you.
CB-7070 raced just behind you, and maybe it appeared as if you were being chased by security, but you couldnât care less, not as you felt the phantom flood of crimson slither along your leg, its ghost a cold, wicked reminder of how bad things could be again. The stormtrooper didnât stop you, though, and you wondered briefly if she had been alerted to Kyloâs emergency as well. But it was a fleeting thought, and all you could think of was getting to him and being with him and not letting him go ever again.
Your heart burned in your chest and your legs flew faster than you ever knew they could, fast like your sprint toward the Command Shuttle when the planet was exploding alongside your life. This was all too familiar, too chaotic. You couldnât do this again.
You wouldnât.
The next turn you hurdled past, you promised yourself that you would do everything you could to ensure Kylo would never be helpless like he had been ever again. Trial be damned, license be damned, Snoke be damned! None of it mattered. Nothing mattered. Nothing but him, nothing mattered except him. It was always him.
It would always be him.
The tiny red blip of your radar display became centered, and you looked up just before you met a badge-protected door face first. Before you could process the thought completely, your hand flung to the badge hanging from your collar and slammed it into the scanner on the wall. The door hissed open and you catapulted into whatever room youâd been led to.
And then you connected with a hard wall of heat and muscle. Kylo.
Breath heaved from your lungs as your hands skimmed along his front, assessing for damage and wounds, searching for the sinister slip of blood beneath the tips of your fingers. You were only vaguely aware of the questions fumbling from your trembling lips, your ears ringing and head pounding as your hands took one of his clothed arms and smoothed along its strong length, wandering until they found nothing of concern and shifting to the opposite.
After finding his front and upper half free from injury, you went to spin to his back, but a hand caught your hip â a warm, firm hand that broke through the cloud of panic thatâd swallowed you â and kept you from moving. You urged away from it, but it remained and kept you steady, and when you tried a third time, it grasped a little tighter, and you found your way back to the present.
Breath wheezed out of you and you looked up. Kylo was peering down at you, unmasked. It was there again, that odd, unreadable expression from the Command Shuttle that day, the one that looked like awe, but now it was laced with something more. The way he looked at you⊠Kylo seemed stunned, but there was this strength to it, like he hadnât been expecting your worry, but that he liked it.
âKylo,â you whimpered, your fingers reaching up to skim his face, the pad of your left ring finger etching along the black-and-red scar that struck through his face.
His Jaw tightened and your eyes fled to his, the weight of his molten amber gaze making you shiver. Something wet and hot slipped over your top lip, and only then did you realize youâd begun to cry.
âKylo,â you mouthed, and then you rested your forehead against the broad width of his chest, your hands slipping from his face and reaching around his waist so you could pull him to you.
He seemed to relax slightly with you tight against him, but he was still rigid.
âLeave us,â Kylo stated simply, and your blood ran cold while your face heated.
In your panicked state, you forgot that CB-7070 had followed after you. Sheâd kept up with you through the halls and was now standing in the same room where youâd just caressed the Commander of the First Orderâs face and hugged him. The room where you were still hugging him.
âCommander Ren, I am to remain with your provider during her time away from the Consulate,â CB-7070 said, an uneasiness clear even in her altered voice. âTo leave her would go against my assignment.â
âYour assignment is with the General, is it not?â Kylo demanded, the hand on your hip flexing but never releasing.
There was a tense pause, and you heard the stormtrooper at your back shuffle uncomfortably, undoubtedly under the intense glare your master was shooting her right now.
âShe is my provider, after all. Report to the General that you left her with me.â His heart was steady and unwavering in his chest, and you knew you should pull away from him, but you were too caught up in the reassurance of his strong form to do so.
Another moment of silence passed, you felt the steady gawk of CB-7070âs face centered on you, and you went to finally let go of Kylo. But he had other plans. Instead of letting you go, Kylo took the hand that wasnât clasped to your hip and let it trail up your spine, dragging it along your back until it cupped the base of your skull and shifted your head so your cheek lay flat against his chest.
âTell your general he can come to me if he has an issue with my order. Iâll be interested to hear his⊠perspective on the matter, if he feels so compelled.â
The lethal confidence that Kylo spoke with seeped into your bones. And though you couldnât see his face, you heard the slight snarl heâd ended his words with.
A second passed, you took a breath, and the heat of Kyloâs gloved hand atop your nape sent a scalding shiver down your spine. Movement sounded at your back, and you could almost feel CB-7070âs surrender in the way the remaining rigidity left Kylo altogether.
The stormtrooper cleared her throat. âI will report as youâve advised, Commander Ren.â Out of the corner of your eye, CB-7070 shifted toward you. âOfficer,â she said in resignation, wariness tingeing her tone.
You couldnât look at her. The only thing meeting her mask-hidden eyes would do is solidify that you had an odd, extremely inappropriate relationship with Kylo Ren. Between the trial, the shitty shift, and whatever Kylo called you here for, the last thing you needed was Hux up your ass. Or, further up your ass than he already was.
So you only nodded against Kyloâs chest, attempting to speak but knowing your words would be rasped by how thick your throat had become.
Boots sounded on the tile floor, then a rush of hydraulics, and finally the room settled around you. It was quiet, the only sound that of Kyloâs rhythmic, unfaltering heart and your own pulse finally slowing in your ears. He still held you to him â hand on hip and head â and for however long he did, whether it was minutes or hours, you felt the chaos of Starkillerâs downfall flood away. Kylo held you and you held onto him, and the planet at your feet kept still and steady, so you allowed a second a peace, clinging to every rise and fall of the chest that tided beneath your cheek.
Had you ever held Kylo Ren before? The thought struck through you, and you tightened your hold just a measure more, and you felt your body sigh against his.
Kylo had held you before, held tight your sob-wracked body on that all-too-recent day that seemed to have changed so much. Seemed to have changed everything, really.
âI thought something happened,â you murmured. âI thought you were hurt again like⊠like last time. And that Iâd find you and you wouldnâtâŠâ You swallowed, the grim thought choking you. âAnd you wouldnât wake up this time.â
The hand on your hip smoothed over to the small of your back, the breath of his heavy sigh cooling the crown of your head. âIâm not that easy to kill,â Kylo said, blunt yet gentle.
You ran your hands up his back, surreptitiously searching for damage. âThereâs nothing wrong with you,â you mumbled.
A gust of amusement left him, and he teasingly said, âI think a lot of people would disagree with that statement.â
He was⊠joking? âNothing physically wrong, then. So why are you here, Kylo?â
He hummed, and the feel of his vibrating chest against your ear was chilling. The hand that rested on the back of your neck toyed with the stray hair there, and just as soon as your eyes lulled shut did they fling back open.
The Force returned with unyielding, unforgiving strength. It laved and pushed and whirled through your cunt, and you shuddered against Kylo and he held you to him, trapped you against him while you yipped and squealed and bit back wanton moans.
âI canât just come see you?â Kylo rumbled, and you could hear the smirk he now wore. âIt has been such a long, boring day, what with you ordering me against training for the foreseeable future, so I thought Iâd pay a visit to my little nurse.â He sighed a low chuckle. âThought Iâd see how memorable your first day has been.â
Your hands bunched in the material of his outer tunic, your jaw slack and brow pinched, but through the thick pleasure you found yourself annoyed and⊠angry.
You were angry with him.
He came here with the intent to toy with you, just as heâd done during your entire shift. The same toying â albeit, much more vehement now â that caused you to be publicly reprimanded and shamed not even an hour ago. It made you feel so worthless, so unimportant that he hadnât considered that you wouldnât want to do this with him right now. Even worse was the fact you thought he was hurt or so much worse when your watch had alerted.
It felt like he didnât care how these shifts would affect your trial. It felt like he hadnât given a second thought to summoning you here, like he didnât consider that youâd lose your mind at the thought of something worse happening to him as the events of Starkiller occurred not even two weeks ago.
âKylo,â you warned, but it came out on a lusting breath. âKylo, stop.â
âIs that another one of your orders you seem to be so keen on today? In that caseâŠâ
The Force shifted, and while it kept a masterful pattern on your clit, you now felt it move inside you, pushing into you just as his thick, heavy cock would. But the Force grew, it stretched you and you felt it deep, deepinside. A pitiful wheeze jolted from your lungs, and when your knees quivered, Kylo only pressed you harder into his massive, broad body, the Force filling you with relentless strokes.
âKylo, stop it. Stop it, now,â you panted, your voice rising a pitch when you felt the frays of pleasure tickle along your nerves. You didnât want to cum, not for him, not right now when heâd made you so livid.
âYou should be begging me to let you cum, not for me to stopâ he hummed, a note of uncertainty present in his tone. âWhy are you fighting me on this?â
âBecause I donât want to do this with you!â
The exclamation ripped through your throat, your nails nearly shredding through his thick tunic, and as you prepared to be drowned in the ecstasy of orgasm, the Force left you. It all stopped, and all you knew in that moment was that you were relieved he listened to you. Relieved he stopped and recognized that this wasnât an empty plea born from a pleasure high. Recognized you were serious.
As you calmed, still holding tight to him, you felt the absence of his touch, and the room went completely still around you. It didnât even seem like Kylo was breathing, or he was and it was disconcertingly quiet and insidious.
You took your hands from him and stepped away, seeing you were in a nondescript assessment room, a simple exam table in its center and a set of windows peering out toward the bay. The sun was slowly sinking toward the water now, casting the cabinet-lined walls with rich orange and purple hues. Only now did you realize the lights werenât on, the panic youâd entered the room with quick to steal your attention from such details.
As you took another step back, wiping your face with the backs of your hands, you turned your focus back to Kylo. You were mad at him. He didnât get to throw a fit right now. You did.
But before you could start, Kylo spoke, his voice deathly and haunted as he did. âThen who do you want to do this with?â
âWhat are you talking about, Kylo?â
âYou said you didnât want to do this with me. That implies there is another who you would rather be doing this with.â His face was forged in impenetrable steel, and yours was warped with exasperated confusion.
âYeah, I donât want to do this with you. Fuck, no I donât want to fuck you right now. I donât want to be fucked by you right now.â
He was entirely off base, and it sent a wave of quiet outrage through you that he couldnât see why you were so angry with him.
He ground his teeth together, so hard it seemed likely he would crack a molar. The scarred side of his face hitched in a snarl when he whispered, âThe physician, right? That would make the most sense. You wanted to fuck him before.â
âHey!â you barked, stomping a pace toward him, utterly dumbfounded by how he was missing the point. âYou donât get to call me a slut. You know what? You donât get to be mad right now. You donât get to imply that I want to fuck anyone other than you just because your fragile ego canât take that I donât want to fuck you right now, that I donât want you to touch me right now becauseâŠâ
Thoughts were somehow coming too quickly and leaving too soon as you floundered in front of him. When you didnât speak, when your hands grasped for the words that you couldnât find, your eyes settled on the rigid flow of his breathing. And then lower to the fists at his sides, flexing and unflexing as the room settled into silence.
âYou donât get to be mad,â you said, and it was a quiet murmur from your lips but the room around you boomed as they left you. âYou donât get to be mad right now because IâŠâ And it took a final moment, one where his eyes lit at the threat of more silence, but you finally understood what you were feeling. âYou donât get to be mad right now because I am more than your fuck toy.â
âOf course you areâ,â
âNo!â you interrupted, flinging a hand just inches from his chest. âYou talk so much about how I need you and how I need to trust you first, but how can I when you wonât respect⊠me?â
Kyloâs nostrils flared, and you saw the heave of breath that left him, but he kept quiet. So you continued. âYou donât respect me. Or maybe you do and you just suck at showing it. Because you called me here, you alerted me that there was something wrong and I thought you were dead, alright? I thought you were hurt and that you were bleeding out and that if I didnât get to you in time that you were going to die and that it would be my fault.â
âIâm fine. Thereâs nothing wrong,â he said, voice laden with visceral restraint.
âAnd thatâs the whole problem, donât you see?â You bored one last stabbing glare into his eyes, and then rage clutched at your chest. A whiny, tired roar tore through your throat. âIâm such a joke. I⊠I canât do anything. Iâve lost so much time and opportunity being assigned to you that I never learned how to do anything right! And you donât care! You donât care that Iâm working under a preceptor who graduated the same month I did. You donât care that Iâm here, working unpaid shifts so I can prove to the Board that even if Iâm unfit for practice, I am still worthy of life.â
Breath burned your throat, but it never seemed to fill your lungs. Kylo glared at you, a cold, flat expression dulling his features. You didnât care. He needed to hear this. You needed to say it.
âI sprinted here from the Infirmary, and all I could think about was that I couldnât lose you. That I wouldnât live in a world where I wasnât with you.â His brow narrowed at that, but you couldnât stop. âAnd when I got here and you were okay, I felt like I could breathe again. But then you start with your Force-fucking bullshit and made me realize that you will never take me seriously. None of this will ever matter to you â not the fact that I wonât ever practice again, not the fact that you caused me to miss an IV, not the fact that that got me humiliated in front of a whole floor of staff who will forever know me as Kylo Renâs Provider, the girl with the red embroidery and the too-short uniform.â
You hadnât noticed, but your hand had gone to trace the embroidery youâd just mentioned, and when you flung your hand away, you saw a flicker of something unfamiliar in Kyloâs eyes.
A bitter, cold laugh croaked out of you. âDo you know who Iâm working under? Does the name Calliope Silvren sound familiar to you?â You eyed him, and when he didnât speak, you nearly barked at him, âDo you know who she is, Kylo?â
âNo,â he said, and it sounded like the truth, but it didnât matter to you if it was or not.
âCalliope Silvren is everything I was supposed to be. Sheâs everything Iâm not, and⊠and sheâs the one you are supposed to be fucking!â
âWhat are you talking about?â He ended the question with a tense cut of your name.
âBecause I was your little fascination, right?â You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the thought as your vision blurred with tears. âI was nothing more than a game to you, and she was the one who was supposed to be assigned to you.â Gulps of breath hiccupped in your throat. âShe wouldnât have gotten herself into this situation!â The heels of your hands dug into your eyes, and you realized you were trembling. âCalliope fucking Silvren wouldnât have taken the blood from that fridge, and she wouldnât have fucked her Commander! Calliope fucking Silvren wouldnât have named a stormtrooper and she wouldnât have gotten raped and she wouldnât have killed anyone!â
Something hard and cold cracked across your knees, and your hands fell out in front of you. The floor. Your legs had given out and you were sobbing uncontrollably on the sterile, frigid floor.
With a stuttering chest, you hugged your knees and cried into them. âI was never supposed to be here, none of this was supposed to happen. I was supposed to graduate and work in the Stormtrooper Hub and live a boring, mundane life.â Crushing pain flooded your chest, and your next words were nastier than you meant them to be. âA boring, mundane life where I fucked the physician until the day I died.â You looked up at him, then, and he was only a blurry outline of black and orange and purple. âBecause thatâs what I am to you, right? Just some slut who fucks all the men in her life.â
You scraped at your wet, burning eyes and a sob hitched in your throat. Kylo looked down at you, and you could feel the violent emotion that lived in his blackened eyes. But he said nothing, and when the silence pressed into you, the thought that came to mind was too loud to keep inside.
But that riotous thought came out on the meager dying breath of a whisper. âIf your biggest concern right now is that I want to fuck Mason, then I have⊠I have deluded myself into believing that you care for me. That you ever cared for me.â The truth of it burned your tongue, and your chest ached for the death of the future youâd come running for.
Kylo didnât look away from you for a long moment, and though he remained guarded, you saw something tense in his eyes. It wasnât anger but sorrow. Sorrow and fear hidden behind a cracked mask. But then the notch in his throat moved and he turned away.
Anticipating his departure, you shut your eyes and braced yourself for the hydraulic hiss. Memories of the past few months flooded your mindâs eye, and you questioned if all this time it had been one-sided and imagined. The idea tore through you, and your chest hollowed when you thought of all the times youâd considered so dear could have only been ploys so he could control you, so heâd have access to his little fascination whenever he wanted.
The storm of thoughts overwhelmed you, but when you heard a drawer-release in the distance, muffled by the blood pounding through your skull, you lifted your head and opened your eyes to find Kylo hadnât left. He was looking at you from across the room, his face haunted with a stabbing emotion you couldnât quite place. His hands, glove-free now, held something, and when you caught view of it Kylo started toward you.
He didnât stop until he stood just a stride in front of you, and when you stared up at him you saw his jaw was set, yet anger remained absent from him, still that sorrowful fear, but now it was softer, yielding. He took a silent breath, his shoulders rising evenly, and then you gasped and jolted upright as he folded himself to the floor before you and sat.
You gulped, gawking at him, noting he held an⊠IV starter kit?
âWhat are you doing?â you asked, taking in how awkward his massive form looked as he sat with his legs open and his knees slightly bent.
He said nothing, dropping the IV kit to the floor between his legs and proceeding to unclasp and shrug off the top layers of his uniform. He watched his hands while doing so, allowing you to observe him without the weight of his eyes pressing into you. He kept his eyes away until his chest was bare and you saw his biceps flex and flow as he placed the last of his clothing to the side.
Kylo picked up the sealed kit with one hand and your own in his other. He clasped the kit into your palm and pinned you with his gaze. âYou are not a fascination,â he stated, clarity ringing in his voice.
He dropped your hand, only after squeezing it between his own, and then gripped the sides of your thighs and pulled you between his spread legs. You swallowed, heart thumping hard when he positioned your face just a breath from his.
He never looked away from you, and you couldnât take your eyes from his, so when he next spoke you felt each powerful word kiss your cheeks and sink into your soul. âYou are the light that has shown me my way.â
All at once, your heart stopped. Words refused to form. The harsh knit of his brow softened, and he lifted his forearm to rest on his flexed knee. With an unsteady, almost nervous emotion, he said, âYou have not deluded yourself,â your name was a faint yearn off his tongue. âI care for you.â
He held his palm open and up, and the tips of his fingers played with the tab of the kit still resting in your hand, slight tremors coursing through your fingers. âMake this even. Use this,â he nudged the plastic container again, âand right the wrong I caused.â
It took a moment for your mouth to catch up with your brain, and when you finally spoke, your voice was small and weak. âI donât know what you think will be proven by me placing an IV in your arm.â
âJust do it,â he urged, âbecause this wonât work unless you trust me, and-,â
âI canât trust you if you donât tell me what âthisâ is, Kylo,â you said, and it was louder than youâd meant for it to be. But you peeled open the kit and scooted back from Kylo so you could begin prodding at his arm for a good vein.
As you looked, finding bountiful fat, bouncy, obvious veins poking just under his skin, you felt him watching you. He pumped his hand a few times, and the sight of his veins and muscles swirling and popping dizzied you for a moment, a steady pulse now throbbing between your thighs. When your fingers danced down one particular vein, the one youâd admired while he slept this morning, you pressed against its spongey prominence and trailed it all the way down to his wrist.
âYour veins are literal artwork,â you sighed, but you hadnât meant to say that out loud.
There was a fragment of amusement in Kyloâs brow, but he brushed over your compliment like you wished he would. âIf I tell you what âthisâ is, âthisâ wonât work.â
âThen I guess I wonât trust you,â you said, sassy and defiant.
âMm, that wonât work for either of us,â he rumbled, and you wanted to slap him for his sly tone.
You flicked his vein and reached for the kit, but there were no gloves, and you needed a saline flush. And an alcohol wipe. âYou know, itâs a bad look when you come ill-prepared for any procedure,â you said, looking at him before standing and searching for your supplies, âit makes you look like you have no idea what youâre doing.â Once you had what you needed, you gave him a pointed stare as you walked back to him, looking down at him as you said, âIt creates a lack of trust between patient and provider.â
There was that whispered amusement in his brow again, the same in the set of his mouth. âWhat happens if the provider doesnât trust the patient?â
âThen the patient gets a dose of Ativan and goes to sleep so the provider can do her job effectively.â You knelt within the cradle of his hips again and repositioned his arm so you had better access to it. Using the cleanser provided in the kit, you scrubbed his arm, a bit more forcefully than you needed to, but it wouldnât hurt him. And if it did⊠so be it.
You could feel the humor he found in your feisty comments. It irked you. You continued, staring him dead in the eye while you snapped the rubber tourniquet above his elbow. âOr if the chemical restraint isnât appropriate, thereâs always good old-fashioned mechanical ones.â
âIs that what you want to do to me, nurse?â Kylo purred, and even though it was infuriating that he was leaning into your anger, the tone of his voice made your legs quiver. âYou want to tie me up and have your way with me?â Kylo hummed and it went straight to your center. âSeems like Iâd have to trust my provider for that to occur.â
âYou have no reason not to trust your provider,â you said blandly, priming the extension tubing with saline.
âAnd what do blatant lies do to your all-important patient-provider relationship?â
That stopped you. And what squeezed something deep in your heart were the hard eyes you found when looking back to him. You swallowed a gasp, your throat bobbing harshly. âWhat are you saying?â
âYou know what Iâm saying.â There was a cautious chill to his tone, like he fully believed what he was alluding to.
It wilted your insides. âYou think I lie to you? You think Iâve lied to you?â
âYou have. Many times. Youâre lying to me even now.â Without taking his eyes from yours, Kylo nudged the open IV kit. âContinue. Youâre getting to my favorite part.â
âIâm not going to continue. I canât. Not after you tell me you⊠tell me you think Iâm lying to you.â
âContinue and Iâll explain.â He was all too casual for what he was saying, and the half-grin he gave you was more alarming than comforting. âA compromise.â
A deep breath did nothing to fill your lungs, but you gave him a small nod and turned back to his arm. The tourniquet had been on for a while, and youâd rather not bruise your pride further from a blown vein so you released the knot.
âIâm letting those veins rest for a few minutes.â You swallowed, tugging at your bottom lip with your teeth. âExplain, I guess.â
Again, he didnât look angry with you, and you didnât know what to think of the firm calmness he was exhibiting. But he tightened his jaw for a moment and began.
âTo start, the first night you were assigned to me. You werenât there. And Iâm sure you remember the outcome of that.â
Heat rose to your cheeks as you remembered him pulling your head back as water rocketed down your throat, burning your lungs. A shiver slid down your back. âI apologized for that. And it technically wasnât a lie, as I explained that same night. Your ship got back early.â
âAnd then the time you stumbled in drunk in the middle of the night.â He went on as if you hadnât said anything, and you swore there was a faint fond smile tugging at his lips.
âI apologized for both of those occurrences. And, in my defense, you hadnât shown up for curfew until the night I got home late. You were never there, not when I got home and not when I left for the medbay. I didnât see you for a week.â
âBut I saw you,â he said, and it struck you silent. âMy training with Snoke was unpredictable, but I always found myself⊠checking to see if you were there. It was always in the early hours of the morning when I got back, so you were sleeping.â He swallowed hard before he spoke again, like he didnât want to admit whatever it was. âI liked seeing you so peaceful. You were never peaceful around me.â
You stared at him in awe, the tourniquet limp in your hand, and no words dared come to mind as he continued.
âSo when you werenât there the night Iâd finally made it home before midnight, something in me⊠I realized that youâd started to mean something more to me. More than the fascination I thought you were.â His eyes were practically burning now, and your heart squeezed tight in your chest. âAnd then I carried you to your bed and saw youâd kept my cape from the previous week. And I knew if I allowed myself to let you keep it, that Iâd be permitting whatever I felt then to give into that more. So I took the cape, and I decided that would be the end of it.â His throat bobbed. âI wanted that to be the end of it.â
Truthfully, your head was swimming in all he was saying. You didnât know how to deal with it, and you found yourself staring at the floor, thinking back to that night a few months back, thinking about how youâd wanted him to stay. And now it was more haunting, knowing that heâd felt similar to you then, and youâd just accused him of never caring for you.
Kyloâs large hand came into view and tugged gently on the limp tourniquet threaded through your fingers. âMy veins have rested long enough. Continue.â
The weight of his eyes was back and it took a moment to take yours away and focus back on his arm. Sitting between his legs was⊠nice, but it would be awkward angling a needle from this position. So you fixed yourself to straddle his thigh, sitting back on your heels and resting his hand palm-up on your thigh.
âComfortable?â Kylo asked, and you heard his slight grin in the word.
âShut up,â you grumbled, extremely aware of the heat of his leg pressing against your sex, against the pair of briefs you took from him this morning.
âI thought you wanted me to explain?â
You sucked your teeth and snapped the tourniquet in place in the same second. A low chuckle rumbled from Kylo, and you felt heat rise to your cheeks, so confused by his casual demeanor.
Gliding a gloved finger along your chosen vein, you whispered, âContinue,â before activating the cleansing sponge and scrubbing along his arm vigorously.
His nails brushed along your inner thigh and you swallowed a gasp, but when you grabbed the needle, he spoke up. âWhen we got back to Starkiller, and you chose to stay in the medbay after seeing what that stormtrooper had done.â Kylo broke off, deep, seething anger simmering along the mention of Robbie. âThe next morning I found youâd slept there, completely open to harm from anyone who wanted to cause itââ
âThose doors are coded to badge access. I was fine.â
âSo was your residence, but he found a way, didnât he?â The harshness of his tone stole your focus, and you found his set jaw and knew that harshness wasnât for you, but for the one he spoke of. âYou werenât safe and when I found youâd slept there that night, I wasâŠâ
Kylo looked at you with hard eyes, and you thought you knew what he wanted to say â or what he couldnât say, really. âYou were⊠concerned?â
âNo,â he said, âI was enraged.â He swallowed. âNot with you, or that stormtrooper. With myself.â
The intensity of his gaze was too much, so you looked down and turned the bevel of the needle upward and began to angle it against his skin. âWhy,â you whispered, voice a mere rasp.
âBecause I should have killed him the moment we landed back on Starkiller.â
The words boomed through the small room, the rich violet of the sinking sun curling around the chilled tone of Kyloâs voice. A halo of fire lit his folded frame from behind, and you thought it matched that which now lived in the molten amber of his eyes. You realized in that moment that Kylo blamed himself for Robbie, and heâd just told you a truth heâd known for a long time.
You went to speak, but his other hand came to the one you grasped the needle with and pressed so the metal tip advanced beneath his skin. A curse fell from your agape mouth when his touch left and you saw blood return, advancing the IV catheter quickly and watching as crimson threatened to spill out. You released the tourniquet and fumbled with the extension tubing, securing it and flushing the vein with saline, something of pride and relief spreading through your chest as you met no resistance.
The next steps went by quickly â clamping the tubing, placing the transparent dressing over top, securing with extra tape, and slipping off your gloves â but you felt Kyloâs eyes on you the whole time. He was patient, and he shifted his leg and made you wince as it hit just the right spot, so when you finished gathering your trash and looked up again, you didnât expect to find him with an expression of such⊠fondness. Still tense, but strong and unyielding, reverent almost.
âWhat he did to⊠to me, it is not your fault, Kylo.â You clasped your hand over his that rested on your thigh.
âItâs not your fault,â Kylo corrected, and you knew he meant it. He squeezed your hand and pulled you nearer, his leg pressing into that bundle of nerves and making you shiver. âAnd maybe itâs not mine either, but that doesnât change the fact that I wanted to kill him.â
âWhy does that matter?â
He took a long pause and sighed, searching your eyes and looking at your lips when he said, âI shouldnât have cared that he hurt you, or that he took you out in the first place. I shouldnât have cared that you didnât consider that I would have kept you safe, or that I would have wanted you with me that night and not alone on a freezing exam table.â He swallowed. âAnd I should never have cared so much that you went to McCarty the next night, even when youâd agreed to come to me.â
You licked your lips, unsure when you said, âI was scared that the Board would see me on surveillance. You knew that.â
âYes,â he said and huffed out something that resembled a tired laugh. âI knew that and yet I still wanted you with me. Because I am selfish and consider you something of an invaluable piece of me.â
A piece of him, you thought, dizzied by the outpouring of truth he was allowing. You skated your thumb along the veins of his hand, heart racing as the sun continued to set behind him. In a whisper, you asked, âBut why should you have never cared about⊠those things? I⊠I like that you cared about them.â
He leaned into you after a slow second, and his forehead met yours. His breath warmed your face before he said, âI should never have cared about them because it meant that I cared about you. That I care about you.â He said, and when you gasped you felt him shudder. âI care about you, and that makes you a pawn in games you arenât even aware of. And that isnât your choice. It is wholly unfair to you for me to make you a target for my enemies.â
âI think I know at least one of the games Iâm a pawn in,â you said, voice so shaky you could barely recognize it. He stilled, and you took one hand from his and grasped the back of his neck, threading your fingers through his sun-emblazoned hair. âAnd Kylo, what if it is my choice?â
âThen I am every bit the monster people know me to be.â Kylo said it more to himself, and you wondered why he sounded so haunted in that moment.
âYouâre not a monster, Kylo. At least, you arenât my monster.â
âNo, you killed him.â
âYes,â you swallowed, and you couldnât help the hesitance that crept into your voice. âI did.â
Kylo lifted his head from yours then, and you knew he wanted you to keep your eyes on his as he said, âI say that because itâs true and you shouldnât feel shame for doing so. I told you I wanted to kill him, but I didnât know how satisfying it would be to hear you say youâd done it yourself.â
âYouâre proud that I killed him?â
âI am proud that you did not hesitate.â He swallowed, eyes haunted once more. âI am proud that you recognized your enemy, and you knew what it would take to beat him.â
You didnât say a word, but you nodded, sliding your hand from his nape to his chest. You searched his eyes as he looked down to where his hand was, and you felt his fingertips find the raised, off-color skin of the initials heâd branded you with. He knit his brow just slightly, and you moved your hand to cup his scarred cheek. He spent several more seconds gazing at the scar heâd given you, but his gaze found yours soon enough.
âIâll tell you something that I shouldnât like.â His eyes narrowed a small measure. With the pad of your thumb running along the curve of his healing scar, the black-and-white stitching still there but lesser, you admired him for a long, quiet moment. He continued to trace along your scar, and his leg shifted again, your breath catching before you could stop it.
âYou told me you like my scars already.â
A slight smile tilted your lips to the side, but you spoke with little amusement when you whispered, âI like my scar, too.â
Kylo went utterly still, and then he slid his hand up so his heated palm closed over the raised letters on your thigh. âWhen I did this, I didnât knowâŠâ
âYou werenât supposed to know,â you murmured, and your heart sank to your gut as memories of that horrid day flooded back, images of Snokeâs mangled existence, echoes of Masonâs pained screams ringing through your commlink.
âI could have known.â Again there was no anger in his tone, but something aching, regretful almost.
You brushed a few stray curls back from his face and smoothed a thumb along his temple. âSnoke would have killed Mason. He was monitoring your thoughts that entire day. I had no choice. I told you this yesterday.â
âAnd as I told you earlier, I am selfish.â He shrugged his shoulders slightly at the same moment you felt his thumb swipe the inside of your thigh. âYou could have told me, right after youâd met with him. Thatâs why you werenât home when I returned, wasnât it?â You nodded and he went on. âI should have known something was wrong the second you got back to the Finalizer residence.â
âNo you shouldnât have. Thatâs the pointââ
âNo, the point is that you donât trust me.â
âNo, the point is that I couldnât tell you or imply anything was wrong because Masonââ
âI do not care about McCarty,â Kylo nearly barked, but it was a reined in response by the way his voice lowered at the end. âI donât care about anyone apart from you, and no matter how duty-bound you felt to protect your friend, you should have come to me.â
âAnd what would you have done but gotten him killed and risked my life in the process?â
âI will never risk your life,â Kylo seethed, his hand clamping over the scar heâd made. âBut thatâs the one thing youâre willing to gamble away at any sign of trouble for others, isnât it?â
âWhat are you implying?â
âIâm not implying anything, Iâm only speaking the truth when I say that you are so focused on trying to save everyone around you, that you fail to see how often you jeopardize yourself.â His nostrils flared, but the grip on your thigh lightened, and you didnât feel threatened by him at all. âI have to be selfish because you will always be recklessly selfless.â
âAnd is that such a bad thing? Iâve saved two people, three if you count yourself, while being oh so recklessly selfless.â
Kyloâs face fell into incredulity. âAnd you now have the sweet promise of three more weeks with a pulse. And the added bonus of a chancefor more, but with the swift revocation of your license for however long you live afterward.â
The truth stung, but not quite so much as it did coming from him. âSo, what? I should stop helping people?â
âI will never ask that of you,â he stated. âBut I do ask that you not get yourself killed in the process.â
âLike you said, itâs probably too late for that.â
He looked at you hard and long, chewing his tongue. His eyes narrowed and he swallowed, staring at you with a thousand thoughts whirling in his gaze. He cleared his throat and fixed his features so he was no longer studying you so much as he was admiring you. Sultry eyes landed on your lips, and the hand over your thigh tightened, his other coming to mirror over your remaining thigh. He reared his leg upward and you yelped as the sudden friction settled into your clit, your torso slamming into the hard muscle of his chest so your arms were flung around his neck.
Kylo shifted you over his thigh, inching you up and back over the hard, thick muscles. His head turned so you felt his nose trace over the shell of your ear, his lips catching your ear lobe for a moment before you sighed from the pleasure of his movements.
He let you breathe for a moment, your fingers dipping into the curl of hair at his nape, his warm breath heating your neck. âAre you trying to distract me?â
âNot entirely,â he rumbled, his thigh inching up another measure, his hands pulling, grinding you against him. A small, contented moan fled your lips when another rush of heat coiled in your belly. âBut if I were, Iâd say Iâm doing a good job of it.â
Your hips shifted of their own volition, a seethe rushed past your teeth, and you felt the dayâs torture rush up all at once. Hours and hours of being led and teased with the Force, withstanding Kyloâs earlier intentions to catapult you into ecstasy. Being so close to him now, the heat of his bare chest sinking through the material of your uniform, your thighs straddled against the muscles heâd trained over years and years â you felt yourself giving into his touch.
And maybe it was because of everything heâd just told you, but you felt⊠better about allowing him to pleasure you now. There was less of an overarching sense that you were nothing but a toy for him. The idea of giving into him now, letting yourself go and enjoying the feel of his massive form under you, it felt good. It felt different from before, and even though you still had questions, mostly pertaining to why he was here in the first place, you knew you wouldnât deny yourself or him any longer.
As you held onto him, he rocked you back and forth along the length of his thigh, rubbing you just right, keeping a sweet pace and listening as you let out tiny gasps from each synchronized roll of your hips.
âI was angry that Iâd allowed myself to feel so much,â he breathed onto your neck as he kept his pace with your hips. âI couldnât stand the thought that I meant nothing to you, that I was nothing to you.â You felt the flicker of orgasm as your body began to tense, his words an urging caress. âSo I marked you as my own, and I watched you bear the pain of it in near silence. I wanted you to react, to scream at me with the shattering rage I knew in that moment. But you didnât. You were so quiet and stillâŠâ
Your arms were going limp around his neck, so you slumped into him. Kylo curled his head further so his lips were pressed against your ear, his voice no louder than the breath of a whisper. âI thought about how just hours before, Iâd felt your tears stream down my back, and I couldnât shake the thought that youâd betrayed me so thoroughly for so long. I was so angry, I couldnât see you. I couldnât think of what it meant that you were silent while I cut into you with every ill-intent I felt in that moment. I was blinded by your betrayal, but also my own, because I knew better than to allow myself to get so involved with someone, because I was bested by a weakness that never should have existed. The weakness I created.â
Tendrils of release crept up your chest and you rode the edge of pleasure as your breath panted against his skin and he ground you harder into him. His teeth pulled at your ear lobe and shivers quaked outward along your neck and spine, his touch and words a separate charge toward pleasure.
âYou donât have weaknesses, Kylo,â you panted, barely recognizing your voice. âYou are not weak.â
âNo, I am not,â he breathed, kissing the hinge of your jaw, âbut you are a weakness of mine, a piece of me, and a target because of it.â You whimpered against him as your body sprinted toward sweet release, losing grip on that last fraying string of sanity when Kylo said, his voice ragged and raw, âAnd I am selfish enough to ask that you trust me. Trust that I will never risk you even though I am a risk to you, because you are an extension of me, and I will defend you as I would my very own flesh and blood.â
In that moment, you felt more than the sexual bliss of orgasm, sinking deeply into the rasped words heâd given life from his tongue, but were born from his heart. His heart that beat so steadily when you lay against it, the heart youâd ran toward so often, even when you hadnât realized it. Euphoria pulsed through your body as every word and breath heâd just gifted raced around your mind, leaving you to settle into him as you returned to the present.
âBe selfish,â you murmured, breathing heavily. âI will trust you. I do trust you.â
The strength of his arms tight against your back, pulling you into him, was as shocking as it was calming. He was holding onto you, not just holding you, but keeping you to him as tightly and surely as he could.
Through closed eyes you knew the sun would soon be hidden from the sky and taken over by night, but you didnât care that time was passing. Because as your breath fell into step with Kyloâs own, time might as well have stopped existing.
âWhy are you seeing McCarty tomorrow?â
Although the words were quiet, even as he spoke directly against your ear, their sudden presence spread like ice water over your heated skin. Itâs not that he spoke with any harsh emotion, just that it shocked the silence youâd been nestled into. The room settled as you took a few more silent moments, but then it occurred to you that youâd never told him that.
âHow do you know that Iâm seeing him tomorrow?â
Neither of you moved, and you even toyed with a black curl as he said, âI told you I didnât need to be near you anymore to⊠sense you.â He sighed, and it melted along the length of your spine. âI heard you at breakfast this morning. Talking to Huxâs provider.â
Swallowing, you braced your hands on his shoulders so you could peel away from him. He didnât go easily, not tightening his hold but not letting you go either. The palms of your hands pressed gently into the warm skin of his chest, and soon your eyes found his in the faltering light of day. With a kiss of deep purple still hazing through the room, you searched his gaze with your own, and you wondered if the conversation youâd shared with Talia had anything to do with why he was here.
But there was more to that conversation than your plans to see Mason, and you needed to know how much heâd heard. âHow does this⊠sensingthing work? Itâs the Force, right?â
Kylo nodded, his hands resting on the curve of your hips. âItâs developed over time. The first time it was like I could hear you speaking right against my ear, but it was like the connection was weak. I could hear you, but it was unclear.â
Slight heat nipped at your cheeks. âIt was the morning after I stayed with you on Starkiller, right?â The morning youâd rode your fingers like they were Kyloâs as you wore the briefs heâd put out for you.
âThat was a great morning for both of us, I think.â
âI like how easy youâre being right now,â you whispered, and you werenât sure if you meant to say that aloud.
âI can be hard if you want me to. I am, actually. Very.â A smirk lit his face and he led one of your hands down to the hard press of his prominent erection along the fly of his pants.
âIâm sure weâll get to that later,â you said, glancing a thumb along his length before placing your hand back on his chest.
âIf youâre sure,â he mumbled, and he leaned in to brush his lips against the base of your neck. He pulled away and looked at you, a finger now tracing the length of the âKâ etched into your thigh. âNow, though, if I want, I can hear you however far away you are, and itâs like youâre standing next to me.â He cleared his throat and narrowed his eyes, their focus landing on your lips when he said, âI think due to the strengthening of the connectionâŠâ
His heart skipped under your palm. It startled you so much you had to stop yourself from flinching. His heart skipped⊠for me. âOur connection is⊠stronger now?â
He swallowed, his heart steadied, and he murmured into the dying light, âI want it to be stronger.â
âWhy? If you can hear me clearly, why would it need to be strengthened?â
Kylo lifted a hand so it smoothed over one side of your face and found its way to the nape of your neck. âI can hear your words, what you say out loud and to others. But not your thoughts. Never your thoughts.â His expression was far away for a moment, his thumb pressing idle circles along the length of your throat. âSometimes, though, I feel what you feel. Only recently.â
âWhat I feel?â
âStrong emotions, mostly.â Kylo continued to stare over your shoulder, and something dark and dangerous settled in his jaw when he paused. âThe first time I could recognize it for what it was â recognize it was youâ was just before Starkiller fell. It was right after Iâd been struck. I remember blinking up, blinking blood out of my eye as I was flat on my back willing myself to get up, and through the pain of my injuries came this surge ofâŠâ His nose scrunched, and his lip lifted into something of a snarl. âIt felt like I was on fire. Not my face or my side. But like the Force was burning through my whole body. And then I heard you, like you were screaming right next to me, and you were screaming at someone to get off of you.â
Kylo paused, his chest entirely still, like breathing was hard where his mind had taken him. His hand dropped from your nape and absently curled around your wrist, toying with the band of your watch. The pad of your thumb drew slowly along his sternum, and you watched the warm amber of his irises drown in a stark, frigid black.
âAnd then I wasnât burning. I felt my own injuries again, and I was no longer trying to move. I was laid out on my back, Starkiller crumbling all around me, and the only thought I had was thatâŠâ Kylo shuddered, the hand around your wrist stilled, and his jaw hardened to steel. âI thought you were dead. And I didnât know why, but that thought stalled me. I should never have cared for you, but especially not then, not when I thought youâd betrayed me.â
Kylo looked at you then, the very last remnants of the sun a muted halo behind him, and whatever breath remaining in your lungs fled under his searing gaze. âI sent a signal to your watch, but that burning didnât come back.â He swallowed. âYou were dead, and I couldnât⊠I wouldnât move. I knew I had to, but all I did was fall into the absence of that burning. The absence of you.â
Once more you thought of how Kylo had looked at you in the dark of the Command Shuttle, remembered how you thought it was wonder or shock. With an ember of breath you croaked, âYou thought I was dead.â Such a redundant statement, but you said it and you felt the haunt of that awed expression die away. âYou thought I was dead, but thenâŠâ
âThen you were there, and I thought I had died.â Kylo slid his hand up your palm and clasped his fingers around yours, squeezing tight and pressing it to the middle of his chest. Just above his heart. âBut then I heard your voice again, but it was different. You werenât in my head, but you were with me. I tried to reach out to you, but I couldnât. I warred in my mind until I realized you were there, but I wasnât.â
âThe coma.â Kylo had tried to reach out to your voice. Youâd thought he hated you then, that he wouldnât want to be violated by the one who had wounded him so deeply. He told you heâd heard you days ago, but knowing he wantedyou there, even if he never said otherwise â it struck through to your soul.
âI could just barely feel your hands. I heard everything you said and it was agony. To be there, listening to you blame yourself, hearing the guilt and pain in your voice â and not be able to do anything? It felt like I was burning from the inside out.â
Before you could process it, a hand was behind your nape and your mouth was against his. It wasnât a violent kiss, no thrashing tongues or frantic lips; rather, it was a kiss full of dead regrets and roiling anguish. Kylo claimed your mouth in a slow, steady pace set by a war between pain and need. It was a kiss of mourning and grief.
His lips left yours but only enough so when you breathed, yours would glance off of them. He panted and swallowed, and the hand keeping yours to his chest spread your fingers so you could feel the deep, steady thump of his heart beneath them.
âBut that moment, it was me burning, not you. Just before you left, when I felt your lips on mine and pleaded with my body to finally come back to me, your presence was like a salve. It found me through the darkness, and it calmed me, quieted the flames roaring in my mind, and it steadied me.â
As close as he was, he found your eyes, and you felt them sink deeply into your own. âYou couldnât have given me more,â he kissed your name to your lips, âbecause when I woke up, when I found my body and felt the braids, it was all real to me. You were real to me.â Kylo paused, breathed, and his heart skipped beneath your hand. âYou couldnât have given me more. You were alive. There will never be anything more than that.â He kissed you again, and this time it was hungry, ravenous as he stole your breath and claimed your mouth. âIt was everything. It is everything.â
Words were thick in your throat, heavy in your mind, but the whole of what came from your parted lips, between the soft pants of breath that fell from them as he continued to nod his own full mouth into yours, were sighs and gasps of contentedness. In his arms, right now, after all was said and all was done, you thought for a moment that should you have died, you would have gone happily.
It was a feat to pull away from him, but you did, and you watched as the purple and orange of the sun wasted away behind him. âI am seeing Mason tomorrow because heâs letting me grab some clothes for the trial. And heâs been weird since Starkiller. And weirder since getting to Canto Bight. I know you donât like him much, but heâs important to me, and I need to talk to him.â Kyloâs lashes lowered after his heavy gaze pulled away from you, the hand on your nape going back to trace the scar on your thigh. âIs that why you really came here? Because you overheard me this morning talking about visiting him?â
For a moment he remained quiet, the faintest touch of his fourth finger kissing your skin, but he looked up to you and found your eyes. âIâm here because you were still concerned with the Board, and even Hux, and knew if that was true, that it would also be true that you hadnât listened to me. That you still didnât trust me.â
âKyloââ
âI should never have expected you to trust me so blindly, not after Iâve given you countless reasons not to.â He swallowed then, something of an apology knitting his brows together. âBut for your own safety, you cannot know everythingââ
âAbout the elusive âthisâ you keep referencing?â
âYes,â he said, and his voice was clear and adamant. âBy whatever means, you will survive this trial. Trust in that.â
âOkay,â you said, and you meant it. Heâd said a lot today. It was enough. For now, at least. âBut may I propose something that maybe you havenât thought of?â
With a deep, cleansing breath, you took both his hands and dropped them in your lap, dismounting his leg and once more settling in the cradle of his thighs, propped on your knees as you met him with an unfaltering stare. âI will trust you, but you have to trust me back.â You trailed a finger over the secured IV youâd placed. âTrust me with more than your body. Trust me⊠wholly.â
Kylo seemed off-put by the thought of that, and he studied you for long, seemingly eternal minutes; he looked conflicted, like he was weighing every outcome of what that meant. When you thought he wouldnât answer, he cleared his throat and said, âIâve done that before.â
He had, you knew that, but you needed to say something before he decided he wouldnât do so again. âAnd the only reason you stopped was because Snoke weaponized me, used me to get to you so he can have you in his arsenal, at his expense whenever he wants. You are more than that, Kylo. More than his or anyoneâs to use. Do not let him win. Not again. Not anymore.â
His jaw steeled as each of your hard words met their mark with deadly precision. And when he spoke next, his tongue was a blade, his tone a sharp, unyielding promise. âHeâs already lost. He just doesnât know yet.â
âSo itâs settled. I trust you, you trust me.â
There was hesitance, but he gave a single, curt nod. His brows knit for a moment and then his features seemed to soften. âI can get you clothes. Although, I do prefer you without them.â
Heat rushed to your cheeks, but you knew what he was doing, and as endearing as it was, you wouldnât yield to him on this. âIâm seeing Mason tomorrow, and no amount of dirty words or pretty clothes will change my mind.â You notched a brow. âYouâll just have to trust me, I guess.â
âAlready abusing your power,â he purred, and he pulled you into him so your legs opened and splayed over his hips and behind him. âDonât make me regret this decision.â His tongue traced along your carotid, followed by the plush press of his lips. âAt least, not so soon.â
He pushed a hand into your hair and turned your neck to the side, sucking the tender skin until he surely left a mark. His teeth skated along the hinge of your jaw, his lips trailing up your chin until his skillful tongue pushed past the seam of your mouth. It found yours and led you into a breathtaking whirl of sensation. You moaned into him, loving his weighted breath, feeling his cock harden beneath, growing as you rolled your hips into him.
He hummed, slipping his tongue away and sucking your bottom lip, your hands leading into his thick, midnight locks as the room settled in the darkness of night. He nudged his nose into you and teased your lips again, chuckling as you leaned into his efforts and chased his toying mouth.
âTell me one more thing,â he hummed, and his tone was decadent and rich, a pulse of heat lighting between your legs.
âAnything, Kylo,â you sighed, finally catching his mouth and biting his bottom lip.
âWere you going to mention that your friend is pregnant with the Generalâs illegitimate kid, or were you hoping I didnât catch onto that part of your talk this morning?â
Well. If anything was going to kill the mood, that was it.
âYou know,â you sighed, bracing yourself on his shoulders and pulling out of his embrace, âas much as I dislike General Hux, mentioning him doesnât count as dirty talk.â
Kylo chuckled deep in his chest, and his mouth was twisted in a lopsided smirk. He insisted again, not a fowl note in his voice, âWere you going to tell me?â
âIt wasnât my news to tell.â You shoved his shoulder. âAnd itâs not yours either, understand?â
âReally? I was looking forward to congratulating him and sharing a few cigars with the father-to-be.â You shoved him again and he laughed, appearing so young as he put his hand atop yours and traced his thumb over the back of your hand. âI donât plan on telling him. And I donât care if your friendââ
âYou are allowed to call her Talia. Youâre also allowed to call him Mason, if you didnât know.â
âIâm not very fond of being on a first-name basis with someone I donât plan on ever knowing. As for the physician,â his brow ticked as you frowned at the title he used so often, âI just donât like him.â He cleared his throat. âAnyway, I donât care if Harperââyou smiled at the compromiseââtells him or not. Iâd actually find it quite funny if she kept it from him until the very last second. He could use a good kick in the pants.â
âSo, you really wonât tell him, then?â You pushed a lock of hair back from his temple with your free hand.
He sighed exaggeratedly, and the next thing you knew, you were in the air and being lifted to sit on the edge of the exam table, Kyloâs hands resting on the tops of your thighs. âNo, I wonât tell the General of his bastard lovechild. Or maybe I will,â he raised a teasing brow, âI guess youâll just have to trust me.â
âOh, really?â you challenged, leading the flat of your hand up the rigid muscles of his chest.
âReally,â he breathed in answer, dipping his head and laving his tongue past your lips, stroking it against your own as his hands caught the hem of your uniform and pulled it from the length of your body.
Your hands lifted for him, and soon you were bare â bare to the cool room, bare to the city that sprawled behind you. Bare to him. The only remaining article was his black briefs. His mouth was on your neck, kissing and biting and sucking along your pulse. Large, bold hands slid down the curved lines of your sides, thumbs petting over your belly. Kylo leaned down to your chest, kissing into the tender flesh, mouthing at the swell of your breast until he pulled a nipple into his mouth and tongued over it, around it, until your head fell back and a long, throaty groan left you.
âI need to taste you,â he breathed, taking his mouth from your breast only for a moment.
A needy hand found the back of his neck, and you pulled him closer as you arched into his mouth, into the heat of his tongue trailing to take your other nipple between his plump, scorching lips. He looked up at you, heated amber seeping into your eyes as you saw his mouth move and felt his tongue draw on the tip of your breast.
Kylo smirked when you shuddered against him, and then his hands left you. There was a metallic squeak, and he popped your breast from his mouth. When you looked down at him next, his eyes were full of mischief and a tantalizing glint that made your heart drop.
Kylo had pulled out a set of stirrups that had been locked beneath the table. And by that damn glint in his eye, you knew his every intention. You knew, too, by that very same glint, you wouldnât need convincing.
âTrust me?â he asked, and the devil lived in the smirk that spread across his face.
âI probably shouldnât.â
âMuch too late for that.â
Kylo leaned forward like a predator readying to strike. First his mouth found yours, kissing you deeply, his hands cupping the back of your neck. Then, he kissed down to your breasts, tonguing a nipple, looking up at you when he bit down. A rumble rolled in the depths of his chest. Large hands smoothed over the curves of your silhouette, gripped your thighs and led you toward the edge of the table.
He stopped for a moment, his chin skimming your soft belly, his gaze a vice grip on your own. And when he had you positioned as he wanted, his thumbs curled into the briefsâ waistline and he pulled them out from under you. Kylo stopped once he uncovered your sex; keeping his eyes on yours, a tether of pure lust between you, he dipped his head and dragged his nose over your mound. His inhale was self-indulgent, slow and torturous, his eyes slipping back before his lids shut, the smell of you seemingly a drug of the highest potency.
Kylo groaned, inhaling a second time, the fog of his exhale flourishing over your tender, slick flesh. He slipped the briefs free from your legs, holding your ankles in one massive, binding hand.
âAs much as I enjoy you wearing whatâs mine,â he hummed, a hand under each ankle now, and leaned down to join his nose to the supple skin of your inner thigh, dragging ever closer to the pulse now aching to be attended to, âI admit taking it off you is much more satisfying.â His lips pressed into the sensitive flesh, his hot exhale whispering along the top of you slit. âAsk me why that is.â
Heat was enveloping your body, and your breasts heaved as breath came in short, harsh pants, but when you went to speak, Kyloâs tongue distracted you. Just before the question left your lips, he sucked the skin of your inner thigh and bit down. And as you moaned at the heady sensation â that wondrous pleasure pain â his arm encircled the leg already attended to and blindly placed it into the hard cradle of the stirrup. When it was secure, his hand slinked up the length of your body, grasping your breast while he kissed and sucked and nipped at your left thigh.
âWhy,â you breathed out, unsure if you said anything, head spinning impossibly.
âBecause,â Kylo crooned, muffled against the tissue he mouthed at, âthe clothes are mine, but so are you. And I am undone at the sight of what is mine bared and sprawled for my taking.â
Soft, pretty moans slipped from you when he repeated the process of placing your leg in the second stirrup, his words a sweet poison in your thrumming veins. Once you were settled, and after heâd kissed his way up your calf, he stood between your raised legs â the sight of his purely masculine form laving your nerves with anticipation and lust â and watched, perhaps too intently, as he pushed your legs apart until you were sure youâd split in two.
In the light of fresh dusk, the notch in his throat bobbed, the weight of his gaze settled on the sight of your dripping, desperate cunt. Kyloâs tongue dipped into sight momentarily, glinting when it unthinkingly swept over his bottom lip. His eyes remained steady, the flat of his palms lighting sparks along your inner legs, and you watched as he brushed two long fingers down your folds, parting your sex and slipping through the wetness that was welled there.
Finally, his gaze lifted, the scalding, rich amber of his irises melting into you when the thick tips of his fingers prodded your entrance. Kylo watched you, enthralled, as those fingers sunk into you, deeply, wholly, filling you until you writhed around them.
Eager hips lifted from the table, leveraging the stirrups, guiding him that much deeper. He granted your silent wish, grasping one hip and pulling you forward, leading his fingers back and forth, curling them upward and pressing that oh-so-decadent spot in a paced, torturous pattern. You met him with each thrust, slowly rolling your hips, raising your hands to touch and mold your breasts.
A strong thumb found residence over the aching body of your clit, your answering moan unapologetic and entirely too loud. He rolled his hand over and inside you, stroking and filling you so masterfully that you quickly felt the first stirrings of orgasm.
Right when you were poised to cum, you felt it, felt a third finger push into your cunt, the sensation indulgent and overwhelming. Itâs like his hand was lodged so full and far in your body that you could feel him in your throat. Kylo continued stroking your nerve as your hands clutched the edges of the exam table, your back arched and head flung back. The room was filled with sounds of sex, the smell of it too, and it all built on what you knew would be a world-shattering release.
âI feel so full, Kylo,â you moaned.
Before he answered, heat crowded your torso, and the brand of his lips burned the line of your breastbone, the hand that filled you never stalling. âYou can take more, though.â His nose nudged the base of your breast, his teeth glancing off of the tender tissue. âYou can, and you will.â
He didnât know what he was saying, because there was no wayâ
âOh, fuck,â you mewled, throaty and deep, when you felt a fourth finger fill your brimming cunt. âKylo, thereâs⊠oh, I can feel you⊠everywhere. Youâre everywhere.â
It was no lie, the flow of his four thick, long fingers deep inside your soaked pussy engulfed every nerve you had, and the way his thumb continued to stroke your clit made it so you felt like your soul would float from your body.
But then that thumb left, Kylo moved down the length of your abdomen, kissing and claiming, until you felt his tongue draw against that bundle of nerves. The hand that grasped your hip anchored your writhing body to the table, but the press of his fingers suddenly deepened. Then, just as suddenly, occurring in the very same breath, you felt his thumb join those other four fingers.
A guttural, animal cry born from the deepest depths of your lungs filled the room and shattered against the night-peering transparisteel. His whole hand, fisted and tight, moved against you, filled you unthinkably, and snapped the last coil of sanity that bound your body and soul. His mouth sucked your clit, his tongue striking you with tight, paced licks.
It was all too much, he was too much â his hand, his mouth â your body bowing from the table, legs shaking and sweaty. Every sensation drenched your skin, every shared word blared through your mind, and ecstasy rushed you with a force that rivaled that which precipitated the fall of Starkiller.
Luminous, you were a nebula at the mercy of a black hole. Though you knew the deep pull of him left you broken and breathless, you found yourself surrendering to it, and it called to you just the same. He blazed with darkness while you drowned him with light; in this moment, neither of you could tell where one ended and the other began.
Slowly, the world around you reentered your thoughts. The sound of heavy, breathless pants spilled from your parted lips. A branding heat covered your front, and your hand had at some point come to tangle into Kyloâs hair, scratching the back of his head in idle patterns. There was a slight ache coming from the now vacant space of where heâd just had his hand, but it was pleasant in a way. You opened your eyes, and you couldnât help your gasp.
The stars were out tonight. They looked so different from when you were in space, far away yet crowding every inch of the evening sky. Clusters twinkled on one end, groups seemingly traveling together. Every so often, as you spent minutes on your back admiring the nightâs speckled beauty, a hazy cloud would drift in and out of view. Some were a dusky orange, others a lush violet that cast such complementary shadow over the backdrop of the star-brimming sky.
âThe stars are out,â you murmured, melting into the feel of his weight covering you.
Kylo didnât say anything, but you felt the soft press of his lips dip into your belly. Then lower, and lower. His actions carried no sexual intent, and you soon learned why.
A certain reverence lived in the hand that brushed over the scar etched into your left thigh. Kyloâs thumb swept over the raised, healed lines of his initials, circling the area over and over again. Soon, the warm breath of his exhales grazed the exposed skin, and you gasped when you felt the familiar touch of his lips.
He kissed the flesh there, a kiss of longing, a kiss full of silent⊠apology? No, not apology. Not sorrow or remorse. It was a kiss of gratitude, and you thought you could hear the soft murmurings of words too quiet to comprehend just as he pressed his lips again to those two precise etchings that would live on you forever.
You lifted your left leg from the stirrup and led it down his back, hooking it around his hips before leading the other in the same path. He looked at you then, and you leaned up and cupped his jaw in your hands before pulling him up and kissing him softly. He held your waist and lowered his head as you moved your mouth against his.
When your hands led down the pane of his abdomen, you broke away from him and held his eyes in your own. Even with so little light, there was something bright about them now, like the smoking embers of a long-burned fire. The scar that cut through his features was healing, you regarded, and you made a mental note to have a physician remove the black-and-white stitching that remained nestled across his cheek.
His eyes narrowed for a second, but he turned away before you could question it. Kylo took your discarded clothes from the floor and helped you redress. His touch was achingly gentle, such a contrast to what you knew he could do to people with the strength imbedded in his soul. Soon the hooks of your bra were met and the light caress of his briefs returned to your hips. You held your arms up as he slid your uniform over your head and onto your waiting body.
âThank you,â you whispered.
Kylo nodded and began gathering his clothes. You slid from the exam table and slipped your shoes on, wandering to the wall of windows and peering out over the city. It was truly magnificent, especially now that it surrounded you with all the life of night buzzing down below. It carried this silent threat that it could swallow you whole if you allowed it.
Then, from the corner of your eye, you spotted what Quynnland had been staring at so intently. It was closer now, and you could see that it was a large, hollow structure. It was a racing track, like youâd thought, but it was enormous. There was movement inside of it, but even squinting you couldnât quite catch any detail of what was going on.
Warm hands met your shoulders, and you knew he wore his gloves now. âWhy are you staring at the fathier track?â
âFathiers?â you wondered aloud, leaning into him and clasping a hand over one of his.
âRacing creatures that serve as entertainment to the corrupt wealth that live in this city. Impressive beings, really.â He leaned down and his lips caressed the shell of your ear. âWhatâs interested you with them?â
âI had a patient today. He told me his brother is there. His kid brother.â You swallowed, offput by the memory of how helpless Quynnland had sounded, had appeared as he told you this. âHe asked me to get him away from there.â
Kylo tensed behind you, and a long push of breath fogged the side of your neck. âAlways trying to save everyone.â
âI wonât get myself killed. I promise.â You sighed, running your hand down the length of his arm. âDid you take that IV out? You should have let me help.â
âIâm healing, not incapacitated.â Kylo took a step back from you and you turned, seeing him waiting for you at the door. âWe should get back to the Consulate. Iâm sure your shadow has given her report by now.â A half-smirk pulled his mouth up.
âWhy does it look like you think thatâs a good thing?â You walked over to him and he activated the door, the two of you stepping out and meandering through unfamiliar halls.
âIf he suspects that there is something going on between you and I, Hux would likely use that information when he testifies next week. But, to claim you had inappropriate relations with me would force him to publicly acknowledge that all similar relations between any provider and their assignment are inherently inappropriateâŠâ
Kylo pulled open a door and let you pass, the two of you walking toward a transport docking bay stationed at the top of the medical structure. When you stood in front of a familiar transport, he stopped next to you and you watched as the entrance descended to let you in.
Kylo stepped forward, his boots heavy on the ramp, and he turned and looked at you with features gilded in prideful victory. âAs much as Armitage Hux dislikes you and hates me, he is an intelligent man. He would never make himself appear so weak by publicly contradicting himself by shaming you for fucking your assignment when he is actively doing the same with his provider.â
He spoke so powerfully, it was like the night around you had quieted to hear him. You took a breath, all the air having seeped from your lungs under the weight of his adamant eyes. âAnd youâre sure of that?â
Kylo held out a gloved hand, offered it to you before he said, his voice the deepest caress, âDo you trust me?â
In that moment, with the night cloaking you from the city, with the words heâd earlier spoken echoing around your mind, and the touch heâd painted your body with that was altogether yearning and claiming at once, you knew you did. Wholly and completely, and perhaps too much, you trusted him.
So you took his hand, and you looked up at him with the same strength that lived in his eyes, and said, without a single doubt in your mind, or your heart, âYes, Kylo. I trust you.â
Summary: The reader recovers from her second dose of Compound V and explores her stronger abilities with Dean. But the events of a fun night out might give Miss Americana and Soldier Boy an unlikely ally...
Masterlist
Pairing: Soldier Boy!Dean x reader
Word Count: 1,900ish
Warnings: language, implied past torture/assault/killings
A/N: Enjoy this final part! This contains very minor spoilers for The Boys...
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âLet me hide this stuff and Iâll be back in five, okay?â he asked. You nodded, Dean cupping your cheek before he was gone. It was barely a minute before he was returning, wearing sweats and a henley, a box under his arm. âBrownies from the bakery down the block.â
âI thought you liked pie.â
âI do. But you like brownies,â he said. âSomething to look forward to after you spend the night shaking and sweating.â
âLovely,â you said. He sat down beside you, urging you to lean into him. He tucked a blanket over your legs, watching the fire crackle. âI donât think I mind if youâre a monster.â
âI can be pretty horrible.â
âYouâre not horrible to me. Youâve never been that way. Even if your first instinct was to try to manipulate me you decided not to.â
âI hate most people. Think theyâre worthless. Only care about myself.â
âSo? I told you when we met...Iâm the nice bad guy. I frankly donât give a fuck anymore about being the pushover, the one that gets hurt. I just want to never be afraid again.â
âWe never have to be afraid after tonight. Never,â he said. âYouâll be stronger than Homelander. Stronger than me. Youâll be safe.â
âFor a bad guy, you were awfully nice giving me that dose with no strings attached.â
âThereâs no strings,â he said. He stroked your arm when you shivered.Â
âPartners?â you asked. He leaned down, kissing you more gently than he ever had. No need behind it.
âI like partners,â he said. He was warm as you started to feel cool, Dean drawing shapes on your bare skin. âI had a little brother.â
âI didnât know that.â
âHe got sick right after I shipped out. Died the morning I got my first dose of Compound V. Only reason I volunteered for the shot. They said volunteers got special benefits. I wanted my brother to get to a good hospital and proper care and he was already dead by the time I got my shot. Then uh, then some of us started dying cause they didnât know dosages or shit. I thought at least Samâs gonna be okay. Then I spent three days wishing it would kill me so I could be with him instead of having been away for the last year of his life. But I didnât die. I was the only one. Then they gave me more and...I guess I enjoyed becoming the super soldier over grieving. Then it goes to your head and changes you and...Sammy wouldnât even recognize me now. At least I know Iâm not going to the same place he wound up so he wonât have to see.â
âWhat was that like, being honest just now,â you asked, goosebumps covering your skin. You bundled into him more, Dean pulling up the blanket.
âI miss Sammy. I havenât thought about him in years. I hope the kidâs happy wherever he is.â
âMaybe youâll see him again someday,â you said. You shook, sweat forming all over you, muscles aching. You turned, unable to get comfortable. âHow long does this last?â
âAbout six hours. Then I passed out and when I woke up it was over.â
âAwesome.â You gripped the blanket tight, Dean massaging your tense shoulders. âTell me more about Sammy. Please.â
âHe absolutely hated being called Samuel,â said Dean with a chuckle. âSo naturally I did it all the time when we were kids.â
âKeep going,â you said, stomach churning briefly. âDistract me.â
âLet me tell you about the time we jumped off the shed roof.â
You were in sweaty clothes when you woke, lifting your head off Deanâs chest to find him passed out and snoring lightly. You sat up, shaking out your head. Something was different. You stood, deciding to test out flying first. You yelped when you nearly hit the ceiling, freezing and plopping straight down onto the couch and Dean.
He groaned awake, peeling open his eyes to find you hovering above him.
âSweetheart Iâm all for a little rough in the bedroom but not a full body tackle awake,â he said. You moved to the side, the motion second nature quickly but it required much less effort than before. You looked around, nothing in the room heavy enough to test your strength. Dean sat up, smirking as he looked at you. âWanna arm wrestle?â
âYes!â you said, Dean chuckling, groggily taking a seat at the counter. You stood on the other side of the island, Dean clasping your hand.
âLetâs go,â he said. You squeezed, Dean keeping up with you for a good few seconds before he started to go down fast. You heard the counter creek and then it was breaking, Dean backing up.Â
âUh,â you said.Â
âDonât worry about it. What do you expect when you got supes in the place? But you, youâre stronger. Stronger than me,â he said. âHow do you feel?â
âGood. Very good. I um, Iâd like to go fly. I think I might be faster.â
âGo for it. Iâll call someone to get this fixed. Just be careful. Try not to fly into any planes.â
âIâll do my best, Soldier Boy.â
âAgain?â asked Dean that night. You flew up high and smiled, Dean letting go of you, free falling a few seconds before you dove down and caught him. He giggled and you flew higher, Dean jumping off. You could heard him laughing and went down, something hitting you on the way. You threw a punch and arms released you, Dean holding on tight when you finally caught up with him. You both looked up and glared, a cape and pair of red eyes looking down. âYou do realize the fall wonât kill me.â
âProbably not. But itâd be fun to try,â said Homelander. He floated down to your level, your arm tight around Deanâs waist. âOh relax. I wonât touch your boy toy again.â
âI thought I said to stay the fuck away from us,â you growled.
âI just thought youâd like to know that Soldier Boyâs internal file will be released to the major news outlets tomorrow. Did you know-â
You grabbed his neck with your free hand, squeezing hard, Homelander pawing at your wrist.
âAny good reasons why I shouldnât kill him?â you asked Dean.
âNone come to mind,â said Dean, Homelanderâs eyes red but fading as he choked for air.
âFeel free to speak up,â you said, gripping his neck even tighter.Â
âStop,â said a voice, the three of you turning towards a small drone hovering close by. âLet him go.â
âHe tried to kill Soldier Boy,â you said, holding on tight. You didnât even see the drone shoot out the darts, the three of you hit. You instantly dropped Homelander, flying down to the roof of Vought as soon as you could, Dean out cold already and you quickly joining him.
You woke up on the couch in Edgarâs office, no sign of Dean or Homelander. Everything felt off still as you sat up, Mr. Edgar suddenly sitting on the edge of the coffee table.
âAre you alright?â
âNo,â you groaned, stretching out. âWhat the hell was that?â
âIf youâre going to act like children, weâll treat you like them.â
âDean and I were having fun, minding our own business-â
âDean and you stole Compound V for your own benefit. I thought you were going to be more understanding of this arrangement.â
âI have to be stronger than Homelander and now I am. We didnât hurt anybody to get it. You people let him do whatever the fuck he wanted so get off your high horse.â
âWe understand. But you canât kill him.â
âWhy the fuck not.â
âHe brings value in, even not as part of the Seven. Miss Americana and Soldier Boy can take over the leadership roles and Homelander is to be left alone.â
âHe wants to kill-â
âI said to leave it be.â You stood, glaring down at him. âIf an incident like this occurs again, there will be consequences. Dismissed.â
âGonna throw us back in a hole? Thatâs kinda your thing isnât it.â
âWe know how to deal with problem children, even supe ones,â he said, standing up. âBack off before all three of you are worth more dead than alive. Donât make me dismiss you again.â
You stormed out, slamming the door after you, not bothering to look back when you heard the wood splinter. You went straight to Deanâs apartment, Dean unscathed inside. But Homelander standing there, neither of them actively trying to kill the other, that was more than enough to forget your anger for the moment.
âYou okay?â asked Dean, stepping over to grab your hand. You hummed, looking Homelander up and down. âYou got the same message we did Iâm guessing.â
âBehave or weâre all fucked. Yeah. Why the hell is he here?â
âWe were spoken to at the same time. While heâs still a psycho and has some major fucked up issues, he has a different idea,â said Dean.Â
âSaid the mass murderer.â Homelander rolled his eyes. âWe all want to be in charge of the Seven. Be the best.â
âYou shoved your hand down my pants,â you growled.
âTrue. But enemies can work together when they have a larger, common enemy, hm?â
âEdgar,â said Dean. âHe wants to wipe out Edgar. Ashley is the next logical choice and we can control her. She wouldnât do jack shit to us.â
âRemove Edgar from the equation and we can all get along. Maybe form a little, trio, best of the best. Still part of the Seven but top dogs. Vought would eat that shit up. Behind the scenes you two fuck or whatever it is you do. Publicly, weâre the strongest go America team there ever was. The soldier from a simpler time, the soldier who fought the terrorists and defend her country, and the everyday man who protects his fellow citizens. All walks of life, all the basis covered. Between the three of us our numbers are sky high in every single demographic.â
âWhatâs to stop us from killing each other after Edgar is out of the picture,â you said.
âYouâre strong enough to kill me. But your little boyfriend canât fly. You come after me, Iâll drop him in the ocean. Leave me alone, I leave you two alone and we all win,â said Homelander. âDeal?â
âWhat do you think?â you asked Dean.Â
âLesser of two evils. I think,â said Dean. âI say we give it a chance to see if we can get Edgar out.â
âFine. We can discuss this more tomorrow. Oh and Homelander. I ever catch you in my or Deanâs apartment again, Iâll snap your neck. Deal or no deal.â
âIf you were only a little more twisted we could have had something,â he said. He nodded and left, Dean letting out a deep breath when he was gone.Â
âY/N,â said Dean. You hummed, wrapping your arms around him. âThanks. For catching me earlier.â
âIâm sure you would have been fine.â
âProbably but I donât want to test that theory out. If he dropped me in the ocean...I still need to breathe. We have to play nice.â
âWe will. Until we donât have to,â you said. He smirked, kissing your lips. âHe tried to kill you. Now I hate him even more. As soon as we can, heâs gone.â
âThatâs my girl,â he grinned.
âYes I am and you, youâre my Soldier Boy. Weâre going to own this place, very, very soon.â
âDamn straight we are sweetheart. Just a little bit longer and then we can do whatever we want to. Promise.â
So just what was Hyrule like when the chain stumbled upon him in his natural habitat? Well read and find out. Did someone ask for bad ass Hyrule? No? Well too bad youâre getting it today.Â
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They stuck out like a sore thumb, Link thought to himself as he watched the three men walk through town. They were dressed strangely and they were all together too clean, making them completely at odds with the town they strolled through. One was tall with odd markings on his face and wore very nice and shiny armor. The other who was slightly shorter sported what looked like a rather nice animal pelt around his shoulders. The last, well that white cape would have drawn anyoneâs eye but the large gem that clasped the cape around his neck certainly wasnât helping.Â
They were already drawing the eyes of the hardened townsfolk and Link could see the avarice that burned like coals deep in their eyes. The three men didnât seem to notice however and simply continued to go about their day. They simply talked amongst themselves in hushed tones and went about buying potions and other supplies that hinted at adventure, completely oblivious or maybe indifferent to the various gazes that clung to their backs. Link kept his eye on the group too, though it was more out of curiosity and concern rather than greed. They were certainly odd characters to be sure. His guess was that they were some kind of nobility playing at being adventurers, though he had never seen them whenever he would visit Zelda. He supposed it wasnât out of the question that they came from a neighboring Kingdom but he had his doubts.   Â
Link tugged the hood of his cloak over his face and sipped at a bowl of thin broth and half wilted vegetables he cradled in his hands as they passed by. They were muttering something about finding the hero of this land and he smirked. He must be quite popular if nobles from other Kingdoms were looking for him. He took another long sip from his bowl, too bad they wouldnât find him. He was quite adept at avoiding unwanted attention especially from a group of odd men looking to find him. If he could hide from monsters that called for his blood, and the various thugs that wanted his head as a trophy these guys were shit out of luck. He felt a twinge of apprehension pinch at his gut at the idea of just avoiding the group all together however. The whole situation was odd and he didnât care for it one bit, but he had to admit he was curious.
He blinked away the steam from his eyes and slurped the rest of the thin soup down before he stowed the bowl away in his pack and dropped a few rupees on the merchantâs cart. Then he was away, following the three hopeless men at a distance. As much as he wanted to leave them to their own devices, he knew he would feel terrible if he heard that anything happened to them. He didnât know why, it wasnât like they were his responsibility but still the feeling clung to him.Â
âWhat if they need my help?â He thought to himself as he kept his eyes down as he walked. He slowed his pace just a smidge, making sure he blended in with the half starved and filthy townsfolk that bustled about their day, unwilling to call attention to himself just yet. Even though he had just got into town he was already ready to leave, in fact he was on his way out of town when he had spotted the strange men walking down the lane. He had to admit that when he saw them his curiosity had been peaked, and it appeared he hadnât been the only one. As he meandered along he noticed that it wasnât just him that was following the group. A quick glance to the side granted him the sight of one of Brutusâs boys following at a pace on the other side of the lane. He looked casual enough, but Link could tell what he was up to.Â
He tugged on the edge of his hood, making sure it was well and truly covering his face as he quickened his steps. The group was still dawdling around the different street vendors and he noted how they seemed to have bottomless rupee bags. He grimaced at them, were they just clueless or were they stupid? Could they not notice the eyes on them?
âStupid nobles,â Link grumbled to himself, they were going to get themselves mugged at this rate and he severely doubted they knew how to even use those swords they had strapped to their backs.Â
Link watched as they were in the process of putting away some fresh bread they had just bought when he spotted the rest of the local thugs. Just ahead of the group there were two other men, both with their heads down and hulking and all together not the people he wanted to see. They were a part of Brutusâs crew alright, if the dull red cloaks they wore were any indication of their alliance.
The way they were standing shoulder to shoulder, blocking the way of the odd group only meant one thing. Any doubt he might have had about what the men had planned was erased when out of the corner of his eye he watched as the other man quickly crossed the lane and grabbed the man in with the white cape. In a blink all three men were bundled into the alley way just past a clothing stall. Link let out a small curse and jogged forwards to the mouth of the alley way with renewed urgency.Â
âWhat is this all about?â Link heard the man with the fancy armor ask as he rounded the opening of the alleyway. The tone of voice commanded respect, though it didnât seem to faze the three brutes. Still Link was taken aback. The voice hadnât been haughty, but instead firm and rough like he was used to ordering around a band of rowdy soldiers. The command hung in his chest like a weight and it wasnât even leveled at him. He blinked in surprise, he had not expected that sort of militaristic tone to come from a noble, so maybe this ânobleâ was in fact a soldier? A warrior perhaps? Either way it was clear he was clueless of the situation he found himself in.Â
Link was about to call out when one of the more burly of the muggers laughed and drew a blade. Before any of them could react he slammed the man in the fur pelt against the wall of the alley and pressed the edge of the knife into the soft flesh of his throat. Blood trickled ever so slightly from the place where the knife sat and it felt like the world was holding its breath. This was not good.Â
âThatâs a nice fur you got there, I think it would suit me nicely,â The brute said blatantly ignoring the other manâs question as he eyed the pelt on the manâs back. The man in question bared his teeth like a beast but the hulking thug just smiled and dug the knife just a touch deeper into his throat.
âNone of you move or Iâll have Garret here slice his throat,â the cloaked figure that grasped the man in the white cape said and Link could tell he was grinning under the hood. The other two travelers nodded quickly and raised their hands so they were in plain view.Â
âSo what, you just want our stuff?â The man pressed against the wall asked with an incredulous laugh and Link noticed the way all three of the odd travelers looked at each other. They seemed confused, and maybe a bit relieved? But that didnât make any sense. Link felt his confusion building to a fevered pitch and before he could stop himself he found himself responding to the manâs question himself.Â
âI thought that was fairly obvious,â Link said quietly and was rewarded with six sets of eyes looking at him. He shifted uncomfortably under the weight of their stares and grasped the handle of his sword just a bit tighter. He let out a light cough and straightened before he addressed the group at large.
âHello there, Iâll give you a few seconds to get that knife away from his throat. If youâre quick about it I may even let you keep your dignity,â Link said cheerily from beneath his hood, shifting slightly so that his smile flashed from itâs depths. There was a pause, where no one seemed to know what to do and Link waited. He watched as it seemed his words finally broke through the surprise of the pseudo leader of the muggers as he finally turned to face him fully.
âOh, itâs you,â The man sneered and Link offered him a small wave.Â
âYou are correct, now, please let them be on their way,â He said and frowned when the three men began to laugh loudly. Link pursed his lips and nodded, letting his hand fall away from his sword and joining in with the laughter. He quickly scanned the faces of the three travelers, letting his eyes meet with the taller traveler before he gave a curt nod.Â
âAnd what makes you think we have to do a damn thing you say? Now get out of here now and maybe we wonât tell Brutus that you snuck back into town,â He said and Link felt his heart race in anticipation. He watched as the taller man shifted ever so slightly so he was closer to the knife wielding mugger.Â
âSo does this mean youâre not going to let them go?â He asked and was answered by more derisive laughter.Â
âSo be it,â Link muttered and in one smooth motion he dashed forwards quicker than blinking and reached up, grabbing the manâs wrist who was holding the knife and twisted. The knife fell to the ground with a clatter and the brute let out a yelp of pain, then all Hell broke loose.Â
As soon as the knife had been dropped, the man who had been pinned to the wall lunged forwards like a wild animal and tackled the person holding on to the man in the white cape. Link felt an arm snake around his neck and he was hauled backwards off his feet. His hands flew up to the arm that was now choking off his airway and he grunted. He tried to bring up his legs and kick off the wall but the thug must have stepped back because he felt nothing but air. Â
The man holding him only managed a couple steps backwards when he was stopped by the taller man with the shiny armor. Link watched out of the corner of his eye as the traveler grabbed the arm that was compressing his airway and pulled it away causing him to drop to the ground. Link sucked in a grateful breath before he got swiftly to his feet again and scanned the alley for the last man but he was nowhere to be seen. That would be a problem. He didnât dwell on it too long before he spun around hands raised and magic flaring to face the others and saw that the remaining men had already been taken care of. The scuffle had barely lasted a minute, which he had to admit was impressive. He had not expected them to hold their own so well. He blinked, letting his hands fall to his sides as he looked at each of the odd travelers in turn. They all looked okay for the most part besides some bruises and the one slice on the feral manâs throat.Â
âWho are you people? Thereâs no way youâre from around here and I doubt youâre nobility from a surrounding Kingdom,â He asked quickly as he moved forwards and began unclasping the cloaks from around the unconscious men on the ground.Â
âNobility?â The one with the fur pelt choked out and Link watched as he smacked the man with the armor on the arm. The man with the armor let out a deep laugh of his own and Link felt like he was being made fun of. He pointedly ignored them and turned back to the task at hand.Â
He had a hard time getting the cloak off one of the downed men and he shot a look up to the man with the white cape and gestured for him to help. He seemed to know what Link wanted and he hurried forward and helped pull the cloaks free from both of the unconscious thugs.
âUh we are, well itâs sort of a long story,â The man in the white cape said and offered him a small smile. Link eyed him up and down and threw the cloak at him.
âPut this on,â he said quickly before he turned to the other man with the fancy armor and repeated the action.Â
âYou too, you guys stick out like a sore thumb.â He said as he dusted the dirt off his pants and eyed the last man. Blood was collecting around his collar, and he seemed a bit pale around the eyes, though he was putting in a good effort at hiding his discomfort. Link moved forward and grabbed at his water skin and handed it over to him.Â
âAre you alright? You look a little pale,â Link asked as he moved a bit closer to get a better look at the cut on his throat.Â
âIâll be alright, thank you for the assist,â He said in between gulps of water. Link nodded towards him and turned to face the others.Â
âQuickly now, explain,â He snapped and waited impatiently for the answer.Â
âQuick answer is that we are the Heroes of Hyrule from the past and future on a mission from Hylia. We donât know exactly what the mission is yet but we assume, at this moment we are looking for the hero of this era, or at least that is what the sword on Skyâs back says.â The man with the odd markings said quickly as he pulled the hood over his head and crossed his arms. Link didnât know what to say to that information, and honestly he was not expecting that whopper of a tale.Â
They were looking for the hero, to join a quest that they didnât even know all the details for? Why? His mind was filled with a whirlwind of questions and he didnât even know where to start. One thing was for sure though, this whole thing reeked of a trap in the making and he wasnât liking the idea of joining. Not without more information first and even then that was still debatable. He opened and closed his mouth for a moment as he tried to figure out just what he wanted to ask first.Â
âWho is Sky?â Link shook his head, out of all the questions that was the one he asked first? The three otherâs blinked and looked at each other. Clearly they hadnât been thinking about that question either.Â
âOh, uh, well my name is Skyâ The one with the white cape answered. Then he pointed to the armored man, âhis name is Time and that,â He said with a quick gesture to the man with the pelt, â...Is Twilight.â He finished and each of them gave him a nod as confirmation.Â
âThose are strange names, but we really donât have time for that now. We have to get out of here. You guys have drawn way too much attention to yourselves,â Link said curtly as he jogged to the opening of the alley and peered around the corner. He didnât see anyone actively looking for them but he was sure that wouldnât last long.Â
He eyed the cart of cloaks next to the alley way and snagged a dark green cloak from the rack. He paused and dug through his meager rupee pouch and tossed what he hoped would be enough on the counter top. He was loathed to steal anything from the townsfolk. They were all struggling and he rather himself missed a few meals than have the shop keep suffering for his selfish choice.
He jogged back to the group and tossed the newly dubbed Twilight the cloak. He put it on without any prompting and drew the hood up around his head. Deeming them good enough to sneak out he gestured for them to follow and they made their way back to the lane.Â
âSlouch your shoulders and stop looking around so much,â Link hissed to them as they hurried their way to the townâs gate. Even with the cloaks it still appeared that they stuck out. They stood too tall, walked with a gate that spoke of authority and were all together too curious.Â
âHonestly youâre supposed to be heroes. Didnât you have to, I donât know, blend in? Sneak around? At least be the slightest bit aware of your surroundings?â Link grumbled as he physically grabbed Skyâs hood and forced him to look down.Â
âWho are you? Why are you so keen to help us?â Twilight grumbled from behind them and Link spared him a look.Â
âJust a hermit, a traveler if you will. I just⊠Donât like the idea that Brutusâs goons were going after more people is all,â It wasnât completely a lie, he reasoned as he bowed his head a bit lower. He could feel the stares on him and it made him nervous. He didnât like all the attention on him. Tugging his cloak tighter around him he stepped up his pace and didnât look back.Â
Finally the town gate was in sight and Link could have skipped with joy. They were nearly there, just a few more yards and they could put the town behind them and then he could slip away and be done with this mess.Â
âOh HERO, where do you think youâre going?â A heavy voice called after him and Link stiffened before slowing to a stop. He bent his head forward as he heard the rag tag group stop as well, and turned to look at him. He closed his eyes for a moment before he straightened and turned to face the much larger man.Â
âBrutus,â He said in a clipped tone, pointedly ignoring the stares of the others that were now boring into him. So much for keeping who he was a secret. Brutus sauntered towards him and Link took a slow step back, making sure to give himself enough room to work. Brutus, unlike the thin and hard eyed townsfolk, was a burly man. He was clearly well fed and used to getting what he wanted and it stuck in Linkâs craw. He had risen to infamy in the town about a year ago after he managed to usurp the other more prominent gang that had once called this little town their own. Ever since then he had made it a point to show off at any chance he got. He would strut around in blood red cloaks and demand the merchants give him whatever he wanted. The few that had fought back were found dead in their beds the next day.Â
Link had kept his eye on him since then, and had only allowed Brutus to remain when the townsfolk practically begged him to stay out of the situation. It had bothered him greatly but no matter how much he tried to change their minds he was always told to stay out of it. So he had respected their wishes, but had made it a point that whenever he was in town he would pay more rupees for goods as well as cause trouble to the thugs when he saw them bullying the merchants. Naturally this had garnered Brutusâs attention and they had their fair share of scuffles and earned a bounty on his head.Â
âDid you ever find that tooth of yours?â Link asked casually and was graced with a sneer. Even from this distance he could see the black hole where one of Brutusâs front teeth had once been. Link felt a smile creep unbidden across his face. He remembered the scuffle fondly, even though he got a knife to the ribs he had still gotten his fair share of hits in.Â
âI still owe you for that. I think your head would be a fair trade off,â Brutus said and Link let out a belly laugh.Â
âI would love to see you try,â He scoffed, pleased at the red flush that colored the larger manâs cheeks. He really shouldnât be snarking off at the brute, but he found he couldnât help it. The man annoyed him and he could do with a knocking down of a few pegs.        Â
âSadly today is not the day Brutus, I have things to attend to,â Link dismissed and turned to usher the others who were staring at him wide eyed. He offered them a nod and began to stride away when he heard footsteps running up behind him. Sensing danger, Link ducked and felt the wind of a sword swipe over top of his head. Before he could turn around he heard the screech of metal screeching against metal and he turned around to see a green cloak blocking his view of the larger man. He stood quickly and looked on in amazement as the feral man, Twilight snarled and pushed back against Brutusâs sword with his own.Â
âHow dare you, attacking when your opponent's back is turned,â Twilight snarled and forced the man back a few steps before breaking his sword away from where it was locked with Brutusâs.Â
âWhat is the runt to you? Some sort of bastard child of yours?â Brutus snarled and Link could see the way Twilight bristled at the insult.Â
âHe is the hero of Hyrule, show some respect,â Twilight growled and Brutus squinted his eyes.Â
âRespect for that pitiful waste? He should feel honored to be in my presence!â Brutus said as he brandished his sword once again. Twilight readied his own blade, ready to go on the attack once more but this time Link was the faster one. He stepped smoothly in front of Twilight and with power booming through his veins summoned one of his more powerful spells. There were bursts of white hot light and the smell of fresh ozone as the bolts of lightning thundered around the brute effectively breaking up the scuffle. Link grit his teeth and continued the barrage until Brutus made a hasty retreat as the bolts continued to strike the browned earth around him.Â
âEnough!â Link shouted as he let the magic go, satisfied with the distance he created between Brutus and the others. He straightened and let his hand fall. He could taste the copper tang of electricity that still hung in the air around him. He felt slightly breathless at the display he had just released and he worked on steadying his breaths. He could feel a tremor starting to build in his muscles and he clutched his hands in order to slow the trembling that was building in his arms before he addressed the other man. It wouldnât do to show weakness now, not with so many eyes on him.
âPlease, Brutus, I donât wish to harm you, but I will if I must. Go now and leave us be,â Link called out to the hulking brute and threw a gesture out to the group behind him, signaling them to continue on. Link placed a hand on Twilightâs shoulder and squeezed until the other hero sheathed his sword and stalked away to follow the others. He held Brutusâs wide eyed, terrified gaze and couldnât stop the pang of guilt that zinged through his heart. He didnât care for the man but that didnât mean he wanted the other dead, even if the feeling wasnât shared. He let his eyes fall away from him and turned to follow the others out of town. He could hear stuttered insults and threats coming from behind him but he paid them no mind.Â
Link worked at keeping his gait steady as he made to catch up with the three others. He had really used too much magic just then but he didnât want to show it. He could feel the tell tale ache in his muscles that spoke of the strain he just put on his magic stores and he hoped that it wasnât too obvious. As it was, Link barely noticed that the others had slowed to a stop to wait for him until he almost ran into them. He could feel their eyes on him and he struggled not to look away. Â
âWere you really going to strike that man with lightning?â The man named Time asked him incredulously as he pulled his hood down. Link grimaced and shook his head slowly, inwardly wincing at the poor impression he must have given them.Â
âAnd waste my magic on a thug like Brutus? Itâs not worth my time. Now put your hood back on and letâs get out of here. There are too many eyes watching us still and they will follow. We have to lose them.â Link said as he tried his best to play off the question and keep the others moving. He didnât look behind him to check if they were following, choosing to trust that they would.Â
They walked for a little while until Link found a cave that he deemed hidden enough to make sure no one from the small town would find them and made a small fire to rest by. Link watched as the other three men removed their cloaks and settled down for the night. He still hadnât removed his own, not wanted to get too comfortable in case this all turned out to be an elaborate trick.
âSo I suppose you have questions, where would you like to start?â Link asked after everyone had sat for a little while. He looked at them all in turn and waited for someone to ask the question he was sure to be coming.Â
âThe man from the town said you were the hero, is this true?â Time asked as he held Linkâs gaze.Â
âThat is correct, I am the hero,â Link answered in the affirmative and waited.Â
âWell that makes things easier,â Sky said happily as he pulled the bread he had bought from the merchant in town. Link felt his stomach twist painfully at the scent and he prayed that his stomach wouldnât growl. He watched as the other man ripped off a large piece and offered it to him. Link blinked in surprise, no one had ever tried to share food with him.Â
âBut thatâs, no I couldnât,â Link stammered out quickly even as his stomach growled angrily at his own refusal of the proffered meal. Sky offered him a warm smile and only continued to hold the bread out to him.Â
âDonât be silly! There is more than enough to go around, and after you helped us out in that alley it is the least we can do,â He said and to Linkâs surprise the other two nodded before offering him provisions from their own packs. Link could feel his mouth water at the promise of more food and he could feel the tremors from over exertion beginning to ramp up. He forced himself to breathe and shuffled back a little.Â
âHonestly, Iâm fine,â He said stubbornly, still refusing the food that he was offered. He couldnât trust it, he had learned long ago to never accept gifts from strangers and as much as he wanted to he had to be strong now.Â
âPlease, continue with your questions,â He said pointedly and watched as they slowly put their food away.Â
âAlright, please let me know if this is rude but I must know, what happened to the land? It looks ratherâŠâ Sky trailed off and Link nodded, there it was. He knew it would come up eventually. He could guess by their full cheeks and general healthy appearance that they probably didnât have to go many days without a meal.Â
âThis land, these people, have been through a lot as you might have guessed. We are still trying to get back on our feet so to speak. Gannon and his followers have not been kind.â Link said slowly and found that he had a hard time lifting his eyes away from his hands that were knitted tightly in his lap. He didnât want to see the looks on their faces. If what they said was true, and they were heroes from Hyrule at different points in time they must be ashamed of what had been done to this land. He swallowed down the lump in his throat and raised his eyes to meet theirs.Â
âWe are a strong people, we will be okay and the land will heal.â He said firmly, lifting his head in defiance. He was startled at the sudden wave of anger that was washing through him. He could only imagine what they were thinking. Disappointment, disgust maybe even shame for what he had allowed to happen to their home. Well they could think what they will, he loved this land he called home, no matter itâs flaws and scars. There was still beauty to be found here, tucked away in corners and hiding in plain sight, all you had to do was look. Even now Link could see the land healing, growing and thriving despite the harm done to it.Â
âI have no doubt in your abilities and the strength of these people to grow and thrive. The strength and resolve in your voice is conviction enough and I know you will succeed.â Time said from his place by the fire and was joined by proud smiles and nods from the other two. Link felt a smile creep onto his face, he felt honored in a way. Even if this proved to be some elaborate trap in the making he was willing to accept their compliments.Â
âI am curious, you say you are heroes from other eras. Tell me how did you get here?â Link asked, crossing his arms over his chest and waited.Â
âA portal brought us here,â Sky answered and continued quickly, apparently knowing what Link was about to ask next. âAnd no, we donât truly know why we are here besides knowing that we needed to find the hero of this time. Though we have noticed one common factor.â He said, glancing at the two men he sat beside.
âThat being?â Link prompted, and watched as the three of them shared a brief nod.Â
âThat being a rise in monster activity,â Sky said slowly and Link felt his eyebrow beginning to rise despite himself.Â
âThatâs it? Thatâs all you have?â He asked incredulously and was graced with shrugs and half hearted âyeahsâ.Â
âThere has to be more than that,â He said and was once again met with more shrugs.
âUnfortunately thatâs all we have,â Twilight said as he rubbed the back of his neck. Link couldnât help it, he let out a disbelieving snort before he could stop himself. Â
âAnd you want me to join? You guys can see how suspicious this sounds right? What makes you think Iâm going to join this, whatever this is just because thereâs slightly more monsters about?â Link asked and this time was met with a rueful smile spreading across Skyâs face.Â
âI donât think youâll have a choice in that matter. I saw that portal for a week straight and refused to go through it until finally, kind of just⊠Pulled me in,â Sky said and Link felt himself slump against the wall of the cave suddenly very tired. He pressed his fingers against his temples and squeezed his eyes shut. This whole situation made him want to sleep for the next century, though he couldnât deny he was the least bit curious to see what new places he would discover. After a moment he let out a sigh and opened his eyes.
âAlright, I guess Iâll need a name. I assume Link wonât cut it considering you all have nicknames,â Link said and judging on the looks he was getting he knew he was right. He watched as Sky leaned back and tilted his head to the side as if he were listening to something. After a second he gave a nod and smiled warmly at him.Â
âLooks like your name is Hyrule. Welcome to the fold.â Sky said with a chuckle and stretched his hand out for him to shake. He eyed the hand thoughtfully before taking it and felt a tingle of magic flood through the contact. He pulled his hand away quickly and stared at his palm expecting to see a mark left behind on his hand but saw nothing. He wiped the feeling away on his tunic and nodded slowly.Â
âNow that that is out of the way, I think we need to get something out of the way,â Twilight said and Link offered him a quizzical stare. Twilight dug through his pack and once again offered him some of his food.
âEat, I know youâre hungry. Donât try to deny it.â He said sternly and this time Hyrule accepted the offer, though he didnât take a bite until Twilight gave him a knowing look and took a bite of his own food. The others were quick to pull out their own meals then and they all tucked into their dinner in silence, all of them lost in thought. He chewed the bread and didnât miss how both Time and Sky were quick to share their own meals with him. This time he accepted the offers gratefully, he didnât want to admit it to the others but he was starving. They ate in peace for a while and even though he knew he probably wasnât going to sleep tonight he had to admit it was nice to share a meal with others for once.
Request:Â i was thinking it would be really cute if the plot is like itâs draco and y/n 1 year anniversary and theyâve never ya know and so they both decide theyâre ready before their anniversary rolls around so on their 1 year he makes the day special and all romantic and the room with rose petals and everything and is super loving and careful and sweet with her since itâs their first time
A/N: This sat in my drafts half-finished for so long and I fINALLY got around to finishing it, thank god. Hope you enjoy!
Summary: Itâs Y/N and Dracoâs one year anniversary and they have big plans.
Warning(s): SMUT!!! Loss of virginity (male & female), swearing, (pretty) soft sex.
Word Count: 2.9k
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Y/Nâs leg was jumping up and down as she sat in her last lesson. Sheâd been anxious the entire day. It was early March, the second to be exact. This happened to be her and Dracoâs one-year anniversary, and the pair had big plans for that night. A few days ago, Draco had asked Y/N if she was ready. It wasnât hard to figure out what he was implying. They had agreed early into their relationship that sex wasnât a must-have for them. But after a year of being absolutely infatuated with one another, they decided their anniversary would be the perfect day.Â
Now that the day had come, though, Y/N realized she was terrified. She feared it wouldnât be good that she wouldnât be good. However, she also knew she loved Draco and that if he truly loved her too, she had nothing to worry about. Her anxious thoughts were interrupted by the bell. Without hesitating, Y/N dashed from Flitwickâs classroom and started making her way towards the library. Draco had explicitly instructed her not to come to the common room until after dinner, so she had quite some time to kill. What better to do to distract her than burying herself in her schoolwork?
Y/N took a seat at a desk in front of the far-end bookshelves. Snape had assigned yet another essay. With a sigh, she pulled out parchment from her school bag as well as her quill and got to work.
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Y/N woke with a start. She found herself lying on top of her essay, a bit of drool had dribbled onto it. Hastily, she wiped her mouth and took in her surroundings. She was still in the library. âFuck,â she muttered. The sun wasnât in the sky anymore; the only light in the library was from the sparsely placed candlesticks. Y/N sighed and began packing up her things, ready to take a nice shower before bed. However, as she was stuffing her quill back into her bag, she remembered Draco. A steady stream of cuss words flew from her mouth as she jumped up from her seat and ran out of the library. Fuck, Iâm gonna be late. Will Draco be upset with me? Fucking hell, how did I even fall asleep? She asked herself as she dashed down the dungeon steps.
Soon enough, however, she arrived at the door to the Slytherin common room. She uttered the password and practically threw herself through the entryway, causing some Slytherins to look at her. Y/N paid them no mind; she made a beeline for the boys' dormitory, not stopping until she reached Dracoâs room. It was only then that she was able to take a deep breath and prepare herself for what was to come. She was feeling so many different emotions all at once; excitement, anxiety, eagerness, fear. Yet, despite all that, she placed her hand on the door handle and turned it open.
She was expecting to see Draco sat at his desk, but what she saw instead brought tears to her eyes. The room was dark, only lit by candles. Soft music was playing from a record player, and upon looking at the floor, Y/N saw scattered rose petals that led all the way to Draco. He was standing across from her dressed in a casual yet charming green sweater, his hands behind his back. âHi,â he said. Y/N, whose hand was over her mouth, shook her head.Â
âDraco, this is...you didnât have to do this,â she replied as she began walking towards him. He, too, started walking until both of them met halfway. Y/N looked up at him and saw him smiling at her fondly. Then, he drew his hands from behind his back and presented her with a red rose. She gasped and gently took it from his hand. âDraco, I donât know what to say. I didnât have time to grab your present, I fell asleep in the library, and I thought I was gonna be late, so Iââ
Draco placed a finger over her rambling mouth, silencing her. âYou are all I need. And I donât care that youâre late, youâre here, and thatâs what matters,â he whispered, pulling her close to his chest. Y/N released the tension in her shoulders as Draco began stroking her head, his arms wrapped around her, making her warm. She felt so unbelievably lucky to have a boyfriend like the one cuddled against her. Of course, sheâd heard about romantic gestures such as this, and sheâd definitely seen them in movies, but never ever did she think someone would do it for her.Â
Slowly, Y/N felt Draco pull away. She looked at him expectantly and watched as he gulped. He looked nervous. âAre you ready, love?â he asked, his voice barely audible. Y/N could see that he was afraid. She nodded and took his hand into hers.Â
âOkay,â he breathed. âI must admit I am a bit...afraid, I guess.â Y/N was shocked that he had just confessed this to her. Typically, it would take hours of poking and prodding to get Draco to admit he was fearful of anything. Yet, heâd just willingly declared it to her. She planted a soft kiss onto his knuckle.
âI am too. But I trust you,â Y/N assured him. He couldnât fight the toothy smile that appeared on his face.
âI trust you too,â he replied. Y/N held her breath as Draco leaned in close. She closed her eyes and felt herself melt as he pressed his lips against hers. Her arousal had been growing all day, and despite her nerves, she couldnât help but moan when he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She felt him smile as his hands found her waist. A shiver ran down her spine as his cold hands slid upwards beneath her school shirt. Y/N kissed him eagerly, but Draco retained his slow pace. His hands caressed her body as they searched for her bra. She gasped into his mouth as his nimble fingers found it and shakily unhooked the clasp. He dragged her bra off her shoulders and down her front, pulling away to toss it elsewhere.Â
Y/N found herself growing confident; she reached for Dracoâs sweater and yanked it upwards, successfully untucking it from his pants. He laughed as she pulled it up and off his body, leaving his chest bare. Giving in to her temptations, she put her hands on his chest, feeling his heated skin.Â
Draco pulled her against his body and dove his head forward, connecting his lips with Y/Nâs neck where he began sucking. She closed her eyes and started rubbing her thighs together, desperate to hurry things up, but Draco wasnât having it.
âSlow down, darling. We have all the time in the world,â he told her, his voice sweet and comforting. Y/N groaned as he reached behind her and grabbed her ass, squeezing it playfully. He ignored her pleas for him to touch her and instead began undressing her further. Her shirt went first, and Draco immediately felt her breasts, kneading gently.Â
"For a virgin, you are quite eager, aren't you?" he teased, making Y/N blush.Â
Y/N loved the feeling of his hands on her, and she found it pretty funny how his eyes gleamed at the sight of her tits. But then his hands traveled downwards, fondling the hem of her skirt. Y/N looked down, waiting for him to pull the fabric off her, except he didnât. Instead, his finger guided her face upwards. He laughed at her confused expression.
âAre you sure about this?â he asked as he tapped her clothed hip, a smirk on his lips. Y/N nodded, she knew what was coming, and even though she was afraid, she knew Draco was gonna make her feel good. With her permission, her boyfriend slipped his fingers into the waistband of her skirt and her panties. He kissed her gently as he slowly pulled the fabric down her hips, her thighs, and all the way to the floor. Y/N blushed; she was now acutely aware of her nakedness and couldn't help but feel self-conscious.
It seemed as though Draco noticed this since he hastily reached for his belt, undoing the buckle and shoving his pants down, letting his cock spring free. Y/N bit her lip when she saw how hard he was, how hard she made him. Now that he was naked, Draco reached for her hand. He gripped it firmly as he led her towards the bed. Y/N crawled onto it and laid on her back, immediately crossing her legs. Draco tutted as he, too, got on the bed.Â
âDonât hide from me, love. Youâre beautiful, and I want to see all of you, please." Y/N could tell his words were genuine, so she slowly spread her legs, exposing her bare pussy to him. âBloody hell, Y/N. Iâm so glad I get to be your first.â Y/N felt the urge to close her legs again, his words sending butterflies to her stomach. But instead, she reached up and pulled his face close to hers. They kissed sweetly, softly. Draco was nearly dizzy from the anxiety running through his veins, but her kiss helped calm his nerves. When she pulled away, he inhaled deeply.
âWhat?â Y/N asked worriedly. Draco shook his head, dismissing her concern.
âCan I...can I touch you?â he asked, his voice cracking. He had been confident when Y/N first came to his room, but now that they were actually about to do the deed, he felt ten times more afraid.Â
Y/N felt her heart speed up, but she gave him a nod and watched as he positioned himself between her legs. What she wasnât prepared for was the shock of pleasure when his fingers stroked her labia. âHoly shit,â she breathed shakily. Draco glanced up at her in panic, ceasing his movements. However, when Y/N bucked her hips against him, he continued stroking. He kept his steady motion until he felt his finger brush up against something. Hesitantly, he placed his fingertip on top of it and gently circled it.Â
âOh!â Y/N gasped. She closed her eyes and grabbed Dracoâs forearm, holding him still. He stopped his finger and, with his other hand, began stroking Y/Nâs thigh.
âWhatâs wrong? Did it hurt?â he asked, feeling panic return. But then Y/N shook her head.
âNo, thatâs my clit. Do it again, please,â she begged, her muscles tense. Draco did as she asked and began rubbing his finger against and around her clit. He watched in amazement as she bucked her hips and began squirming, soft breaths falling from her lips. Draco switched his finger out for his thumb. While still stimulating Y/N, he slowly slipped his pinkie finger inside her.Â
âOh my god,â she whimpered.Â
âYouâre so tight,â Draco told her as he began sliding his pinkie in and out, slowly but steadily prepping her. After a few minutes, he gradually added another. A sharp hiss from Y/N, however, stopped him in his tracks. âAre you alright? Whatâs wrong?â he asked frantically.
âIt hurts-â
âWe can stop; itâs okay,â Draco quickly cut in. But Y/N shook her head adamantly.Â
âNo, I want to do this. The pain has already started to fade just...just go slow, okay?â Draco leaned forward and pressed quick kisses all over her face, not stopping until a smile appeared on her lips.Â
âIâll go as slow as you want me to darling, Iâve got you,â he assured her as he started rubbing her again. Y/N nodded and bit her lip as the tingly feeling returned. She couldnât help but roll her hips, wanting more friction. Draco took this as a hint to add another finger, so he slipped his middle digit inside. He had to take a moment to close his eyes when he saw Y/Nâs pussy clench around his fingers. âThat feels good, love?â he asked.Â
âItâs starting to. Keep going,â Y/N replied. He heeded her words and slowly began expanding his fingers within her, stretching her out. Y/N continued rolling her hips and breathing heavily. In and out, in and out. When Draco deemed her properly prepared, he withdrew his fingers, causing Y/N to whine. He laughed lightly as he reached towards his nightstand and reached into the drawer. Y/Nâs eyes watched as he pulled out a condom and ripped the paper, but just as he was about to roll it on, she grabbed his wrist.
âLet me,â she whispered. Draco had to hold back a moan as she slipped the condom from his hands and placed it on the head of his dick. He gripped the bed sheets and watched his girlfriend gently slide her hand down his cock, bringing the condom with it. Draco thought he might lose himself just from that, but he quickly closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. When he opened them again, he found Y/N laying on the bed again, legs spread. He raised an eyebrow, silently asking if she was ready. She replied by making grabby hands towards him.Â
Excitedly, Draco grabbed her thighs and pulled her body towards him until her pussy touched his dick. Y/N gasped and, before she could control herself, bucked her hips. âShit, if you keep doing that, I wonât be able to hold back,â Draco warned. Y/N completely ignored him and proceeded to grind on him, letting her body give in to her urges. Her boyfriend groaned and savored the feeling before pulling away. He then rubbed his fingers against her. âYouâre so wet,â he remarked as he used her arousal to lube up his cock. Once he finished, he looked up at Y/N.
âYou ready?â he asked, checking in once more just to make sure.Â
âYes, please. I want to feel you,â Y/N whined. That was all Draco needed to hear. He aligned the tip of his cock with her entrance and, while taking a deep breath, pushed himself inside, not stopping until all of it was swallowed by her cunt.Â
âMotherfucker, youâre so big, oh my god,â Y/N cursed, her eyebrows scrunched together as she waited for her body to adjust to his size. Draco gripped her thighs, trying to hold himself back from pulling out and slamming back into her. She felt so good around him. He could feel her walls pulsing against his cock; it was beginning to drive him wild. But then Y/N started wriggling and moaning.Â
âMove,â she demanded. Draco wasted no time; he pulled his hips back until only his tip was left inside her, then he slowly pushed forwards, groaning as his dick was once again enveloped in her hot pussy. âYou feel fucking amazing, Y/N, shit,â he cussed, continuing to fuck into her steadily. Y/N didnât reply; she felt breathless as he slid in and out of her. And when his hand returned to her clit, she nearly screamed. The room filled with sweet sounds of moans and pants as the couple made love.
âFaster Draco, please,â she begged, reaching for his hand. Draco quickly intertwined his fingers with hers and gripped her tight. He began to pick up his pace, watching as Y/N arched her back and moaned. âI think Iâm getting close,â she whimpered. This made Draco go even faster, her words egging him on.
âSo tight around me, baby. So fucking good,â Draco babbled, his teeth gritted as he slammed inside her. Y/N lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, allowing him to get a deeper angle into her pussy. She let out little yelps each time his cock hit that spot inside her. She knew her orgasm was approaching. With the way Draco was rubbing her clit and pounding her cunt, there was no way sheâd last long.
Draco took notice of Y/Nâs desperate moans and clenched fists. âLet go, darling. Cum for me, cum on my cock, baby,â he husked, encouraging her. Y/N shut her eyes and squeezed Dracoâs hand as her body jolted, and her orgasm washed over her. The pure blissed-out look on her face sent Draco into a frenzy. He clenched her hand tight and sent a few more sloppy hard thrusts into her before he too reached his high, moaning loudly as he did.Â
Each of them halted their movements, desperately trying to catch their breaths. Eventually, Draco pulled out and disposed of the condom. Then he flopped down onto the bed beside Y/N, gently pulling her into his arms where he hugged her tight and pressed soft kisses to her nape.Â
âI love you so much, that was...fucking insane,â he whispered, smiling when he heard her giggle.
âIt was way better than I ever couldâve expected. I love you too, Dray. Thank you.â
Y/N turned around in Dracoâs embrace and faced him. She reached up and stroked his face, completely enamored by him. Never had she felt so safe, so blissful. There was nobody else she wouldâve wanted to lose her virginity to, and she was so glad he had lost his tonight as well. Sure, it was sweaty, awkward, teenage sex. But it was loving and gentle, and most importantly, it was with the love of her life. Sleep soon started to overtake her, and her thumb stopped rubbing Dracoâs cheek. But Draco was drifting away too. The couple entered dreamland peacefully, their still sweaty limbs entangled with one another's.