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eraenaa · 2 days

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So High School

Inspired by the song "So High School" by Taylor Swift

Athlete Rafe Cameron x Scholarly Reader

Summary: He knows how to ball, you know Aristotle

Warnings: Jealousy, Dry-Humping, Fluff, Not Proofread

Word Count: 4,638

A/N: Re-upload because I wanted to add a bit of spice and a few more elements inspired by the song. And I wanted to clarify that the Rafe here is heavily inspired by Zach Maclaren

You’ve never considered yourself as a cliche. You did love to read, watch, and think about cliches, you would sigh longingly when you see the differing variations be reproduced in media. The kisses in the rain, the jocks getting with the nerds, the popular girls kissing the geeky boys. All of them were great in theory, but you could never see yourself taking part in one of them. Not until you met him. Rafe Cameron.

You’ve never had a high school romance, nothing that even resembled it. If you recall your high school days, nothing remote to a teenage romance was achieved. You went to balls without a date, only the company of your friends; no flings were made nor ambiguous relationships achieved and could be added to your trophy case. You were not even certain you had a crush— sure, you would find someone attractive, but not so much that you would look forward each day to seeing them in the halls or classroom. It sounds horrid and sad now that you say it out loud or when you share it with any of your uni friends, but you truly did not mind. You were just not destined to have a high school romance.

In truth, you preferred it that way. You’d rather avoid immature attachments. The shallow jealousy and petty fights you had witnessed over and over again. However, you were always curious about how they felt. How did it feel to look forward to going to school to see the one you liked or even loved? How did it feel to be a blushing mess just because they glanced back at you? What did it feel like to hold the person you wanted’s hand as you walked down the hall? What was it like to have your friends tease you for being so love-struck that it went straight to your heads? How does it feel to be down bad for someone while still being filled with the naivety of youth? But you suppose you don’t have to wonder at all anymore. The cliche things they say in the movies; your stomach filled with butterflies, your heart pounding hard on your chest, your skin tingling with electricity— you thought were just exaggerated reactions, romanticizing further the romances they produce, but they were right. Those are the exact things you felt with Rafe.

You never saw him coming. He was an exchange student from the States, admitted into your university’s football team. He was a few years older, but with his commitment to the sport, he was taken back a few years and started off in the second year. He was your seatmate on the third day of class of the term. He took a seat by your right and sheepishly asked you for a pen at the start of the lecture. You were set to mind your own business, lend him the pen, and focus on the lecture, but you could not help but notice him leaning closer to you, trying to copy down the notes you typed furiously on your laptop. You thought twice before you decided to be a good samaritan, shifting your laptop screen more clearly toward his view.

You tried not to get in between him and the professor as he was grilled to answer a question about Aristotle’s Poetics, the whole class’ eyes upon him as he stuttered and flailed to answer the lecturer’s question. You sighed and bit your lip, quickly typing up the answer as he was being shamed by your professor for not doing the readings. You tugged at the hem of his shirt, motioning for him to look at the screen and recite out loud the answer you had written. “Thank you,” Rafe whispered, leaning closer to you, who saved him from further embarrassment. You just nodded, but Rafe did not return to his place; he kept the rather close proximity of the both of you for the rest of the class. You just took his actions as his way of copying more of your notes.

When the class ended, you quickly gathered your things and tried to exit the lecture hall, but Rafe blocked your way. “I’m Rafe, by the way,” he introduced himself, letting out his hand for you to shake. You did, and he swore he felt electricity at your touch; you, too had felt it but mistook it for static. You quickly introduced yourself and tried to sidestep to get to your next class, but he was quick to block you again. “I just wanted to say thank you again,” Rafe said, trying to catch your eye, but it kept flying towards the door. You flash him a small and almost forced smile, “It’s just recitation. It’s no problem.” You said and finally looked him in the eyes. You felt your heart stutter at the smile that crossed his lips, and you once again mistook it for something else, anxiety, perhaps that you might be late to your next class that was all the way on the other side of the campus in a building without an elevator and your classroom conveniently placed on the top floor.

That was when you noticed that Rafe had still not let go of your hand, nor did he have the intention of letting you go too quickly. “I’m sorry, not to be rude or anything, but I really have to go to my next class,” you say, the tone of your voice a bit frantic so he’d buy into the guilt and finally let go of your hand. Rafe bit his tongue to prevent a grin from slipping his lips; you had the most melodious voice and the most adorable accent he heard while he stayed in your country. “Yeah, no problem… see you next week,” Rafe finally unblocked your path and let go of your hand, watching as you hastily walked out of the classroom, leaving him grinning at himself like a fool.

You were walking down the halls of your university the next day. Your headphones covered your ears and made you a tad oblivious to the surroundings around you. Rafe caught you by the side of his eye, and quickly ended the conversation he was having with his friends to get to you. He was calling your name, avoiding the sea of students who were venturing to their next class. Everyone’s head turned to him, their attention on him as he called for you, but you were oblivious to him. Rafe finally caught up behind you, grabbing the headband of your headphones to finally get your attention. You yelped in surprise at the sudden actions, turning behind you, ready to take the blow of your attacker, but you were only met with Rafe, who had an amused grin by our wide-eyed and startled state.

You breathe out a quiet sigh of relief when you realize it was not a complete stranger who had done that abrupt and rather rude action. You watch with a slight furrow in your brow as Rafe wears your headphones, momentarily listening to the song you were listening to. “What is this?” He asked with a confused look, “Patti Smith,” You answered as he returned to you your headphones. “Never heard of him,” Rafe shrugged, and you bit your tongue, “He’s a she,” You said and looked around the corridor only to realize that the two of you stood by the middle of it. Earning curious and even annoyed glances from other students because you and Rafe obstructed the pathway. You stepped to the side, and Rafe followed; you looked up at him in curiosity, “Did you need something?” You asked, wanting an explanation from him for startling you in the middle of the hallway.

“I…” Rafe trailed, not truly having a concrete reason for calling for you. “Uh… where are you going?” He asked instead, and you felt your brows twitch into a quick frown before you recomposed your expression. “The library,” you say, and he nods. “Come on, then,” He said, taking hold of the handle of your shoulder bag and carrying it for you. Your lips agape, not at all certain what is happening; you watch him walk a few steps forward, but he stops in his tracks and turns to you. “You might wanna lead the way; I’m kinda new here,” You bit your lip as you wanted to laugh. You nodded, and the two of you walked side by side on the way to the library.

“What’s your degree?” You asked him as you walked through the hallowed halls of your university. Rafe still carried your bag, and you could not help but notice the curious glances pointed at the two of you. “Finance,” you nodded but grew rather curious as to what he was doing in your literature class, so you then proceeded to ask him the question swirling in your mind. “Oh… I ran out of units; either I take that class or be underloaded,” he shrugged and opened the door of the library for you. “So you have no idea nor interest about what we were talking about the other day?” You asked and felt your stomach weirdly twist when he pulled out the chair for you and assisted you to sit. “Not really, no,” He said and took a seat across from you. “Thanks again, by the way, for giving me the answer,” Rafe said in gratitude once more. You flashed a quick smile and took your bag from him, taking out the readings for your other class. It took a few minutes of you reading your course material before you realized that Rafe was just sitting there, watching you. “Don’t you have any requirements to do?” You asked him, eyes locking with clear ocean blue ones. “Nope,” he shook his head, his lips popping the ‘p.’

“Then what are you doing here…?” You asked. Rafe refrained from letting his grin turn wider. He just shrugged and watched you furrow your brows; a cute little pout of confusion appeared on your lips. He was uncertain if you were truly oblivious or just pretending to be. What was supposed to be a productive day of reading and staying above your requirements turned into a day of laughing fits and jokes. You both tried to stifle your laughs caused by your random conversations and anecdotes, but it was proven impossible, resulting in both of you being ushered out of the library. “Oh god—“ You laughed as you recalled the stern look of the librarian as they pushed you and Rafe out. In other circumstances, you might have died in embarrassment for having to be escorted out of the library, but somehow, right now, you felt thrilled.

Rafe watched you as your laughs died down. His gaze studied the crinkle on your nose and the sides of your eyes, the way you would bite down on your lip to stifle them, but it would be to no avail because your melodious laughs still blessed his ears. “Do you want to go to grab lunch?” Rafe suddenly asked, and your laughs finally halted. You looked up at him, his expecting gaze on you, hopefulness in his ocean-blue eyes that you could not shatter. You smiled and nodded, your heart stuttering when he took the bag on your shoulder once more. His warm hand brushes with your skin, causing a jolt of electricity in you that you never thought could happen. You followed him out of campus, your mind in a hazy battlefield as to where this was leading.

You bit your lip as Rafe waved at you during their practice; you could barely make out his face through the obstruction of his helmet, but you would guess there was a boyish grin on his lips. It had been a week since the incident in the library, and quickly after that, you two found a deeper understanding between each other. You realize the cliche they insisted upon that said ‘you'll find love when you least expect it’ was quite true. You never expect to meet anyone like Rafe.

“There you are,” you hear your friend arrive, having him see you on the football field because he needed to brow your notes for a class. “What are you even doing here? I practically had to drag you here the last time I wanted to watch a game,” He asked in deep confusion, entirely uncharacteristic of you to be by the field. “Uhm…” you trailed, not having told him about Rafe yet. “I met someone,” You started, watching as his eyes grew wide in surprise. “A player?” He asked, and you nodded, “Which one?” He asked in great interest. You squinted your eyes and looked for Rafe’s number, not wanting to have to point. “The one from the States!? You’re dating a Yank?” He asked as if it was a scandal. “A Yank? Seriously? They’ve stopped calling Americans that for almost a century,” You said, trying not to laugh.

Rafe turned to you, surprised you were no longer alone on the benches. Instead, you were laughing along with some dude who sat a bit closer to you. It made him rather… curious. A good alternative feeling as he did not want to overstep with his emotions and admit to himself that he was quick to grow jealous. “Hey, good game, mate,” Rafe’s teammate complimented and clapped his back, and he returned the compliment, but he could not help but notice that his teammate’s gaze was flying over to you. “What is it?” Rafe asked as he removed his gloves, "Are you… with her?” He asked hesitantly, and Rafe turned to you, who was still enveloped in conversation with the man who was a stranger to him.

“Yes.” He said even though it was too soon and neither of you had a discussion about where the week of dates you two went on would lead. Rafe watched as his teammate’s brows shot up in surprise. “Do you know her?” Rafe asked, and his teammate nodded. “Yeah, I went to secondary school with her,” He said, and Rafe was in the midst of thinking another question to ask when his teammate spoke once more. “Good luck to you; the word is she has very high standards. A bit stuck up if you ask the other lads in our school.” His teammate and Rafe frowned in confusion. “What?” He asked, “Yeah. She was notorious in our school for being the girl no one could get. A lot of blokes fancied her rotten, but not once did she pay them mind. She was never in any relationships or flings, for that matter— and if I remember correctly, she did not even take a date to the balls.” Rafe’s teammate explained, his gaze flying to you, remembering how the boys at your school would always follow you around or try to get your attention, but you’ve always ignored them. “Anyway, congrats to you, I guess. Never knew her type were Yanks,” Rafe heard his teammate mutter and once again clapped his back before leaving.

You turn away from your friend as you hear Rafe approaching, flashing him your beaming smile that you only bestowed upon the most deserving of people. You’ve only known him a week, but you felt that your genuine smile was made to be pointed at him and as well be caused by him. “You ready to go?” Rafe asked, ignoring the presence of the guy who sat next to you because he knew himself, and if he acknowledged the guy next to you, his jealousy might shine through. “Uh… yeah, this is my friend, by the way,” You say as you see Rafe was a bit reserved at the moment. “Hey,” your friend greeted and stretched out his hand for Rafe to shake, “Hey,” he muttered and barely turned to your friend. There was a pause of steely, awkward silence that you were not certain the cause of. “I’m gonna go… thanks for the notes,” Your friend quickly excused himself, and you turned to Rafe. “Are you okay?” You asked, and you heard him let out a grieved exhale. “Uh, yeah, just tired,” he fibbed, not wanting to bring out the subject of his jealousy that was quick to stew.

“Oh, that’s a pity. My friend you’ve just met— he and his boyfriend are throwing a party tonight and I was gonna ask you if you wanted to come. But if you need to rest, that’s completely fine,” You said and watched as his lips agape slightly, “He… he has a boyfriend?” He asked slowly, realizing his jealousy was completely out of place. “Erm, yeah, why?” You asked and found it odd how the almost grumpy expression on his face quickly turned into a smile. “Nothing. Of course I’ll come with you to the party,” Rafe smiled and draped his arm around your shoulder as you two walked off the stands.

You came to the party with the thought that perhaps you could help Rafe mingle with the others in your year. He could find other friends in this foreign land, but as cliche as it was, you two were lost in each other. Everything faded, and all the two of you could focus on was each other. It was later in the night when you and Rafe’s close proximity was interrupted by your friend. “Come on, we’re going to play spin the bottle,” Your friend pulled at you, who reluctantly stood and stepped away from Rafe. “Spin the bottle? Isn’t that a bit juvenile?” You asked as you were forced to sit on the floor; Rafe was being led by your friend’s significant other to sit across from you. He flashed you his charming smile. You bit your tongue to not let the giddiness in you shine through.

“Rules first,” Your friend replied. “As always, whoever the bottle lands to, you must kiss that person, but if you do not want to, you can play for truth or dare. Your friend says, and all in the circle nod. “Okay then. Who goes first?” Rafe asked, and you turned to your friend, “Well, seeing you are the guest here in our lovely land, you get the honor to go first,” Rafe shrugged and smirked, leaning forward to spin the bottle and prayed that it would land on you, it didn’t. You turned to where the bottle pointed to a girl from your secondary school who licked her lips and looked positively excited at the prospect of kissing Rafe. You bit your lip and sat quietly in your seat, making sure that your face was rid of any reaction.

Rafe warily shifted his gaze between you and the girl, “I’ll do a truth,” he announced and saw from the corner of his eyes as the strange girl pouted and her shoulders deflated in rejection. “A truth it is,” Your friend said; there was a quick silence whilst he thought of a question. “Why did you choose truth?” They asked Rafe, and you fiddled with your fingers, raising your gaze towards the boy you had been seeing for the past week but had no label to call him. “Just… just didn’t want a kiss,” He shrugged, his gaze flying to you, who quickly avoided his. “Okay then, next,” Your friend said, and you waited for your turn, already knowing in yourself you’d skip the kiss part if it did not land on Rafe.

“Truth or dare?” You were asked and paused for a moment. Usually, you would quickly pick ‘truth’, not having the nerves to choose the other option, but somehow, right now, you were leaning towards picking ‘dare’, so that is what you had done. You hear ‘oohs’ from your friends, surprised by your boldness. “Dare, then. Okay… I dare you to kiss the person you fancy in this circle the most,” Someone cruelly said, and your eyes widened, cheeks blooming with color as you quickly regretted your choice. “No! I chose ‘dare’ to skip the kissing part! That’s unfair,” You countered, but they only shrugged and replied with “Rules are rules,”

You pursed your lips and looked around the circle. You already knew who you wanted to kiss, but you lacked the courage to do so. “Okay, everyone, close your eyes, and you pick who you want to kiss,” Your friend decided, showing you kindness, for he knew that the situation was quite too much for you. Rafe chewed on his cheeks, heart beating loudly in his chest, praying to anyone who would hear that you would choose him.

You took a deep breath and glanced as everyone had their eyes closed. You gathered whatever courage and nerve you had to stand from your seat and lean closer to Rafe. Admiring his handsome face for a moment before placing a quick, chaste kiss at the corner of his lips. You feel him twitch in surprise, and you quickly return to your seat as he opens his ocean-blue eyes. His lips were agape in shock, and he was being tugged into a wide smile that showcased his dimples. His eyes crinkled as he beamed at you, filled with romantic giddiness. The game went through a few more rounds until everyone eventually got bored, and you and Rafe were left in each other’s company once more.

The music was blaring; the chatter was loud, but not a single noise was heard by the two of you as you had been enveloped in conversation. You quickly grew entranced by how random your topics were. It could be a deep, philosophical engagement, one where you were both perplexed and engrossed by the subject, then the next, you were clutching your stomach because you were laughing so hard at one of his jokes.

“Where’d everybody go?” Rafe suddenly asked as he reluctantly rested his gaze on anything else other than you. Your lips agape as you saw the flat was cleared out, the remnants of the party and the mess it caused still present but not those who had caused it. You let out a bubbling laugh as you two were now the only ones present; not even the hosts of the party could be accounted for. “We should probably go home, huh,” You say, your eyes shifting between Rafe’s gaze and the floor that was riddled with confetti and spilled drinks. “Yeah, come on, I’ll walk you home,” He said as he stood, reaching out his hand for you to take as he assisted you to stand.

“Rafe,” You called as you two stood by the entrance of your flat. “Yes, pretty girl?” He asked with a grin, and you bit your lip to hinder yourself from grinning like a lovestruck fool. You took a deep breath before you spoke, “Not to sound so high school, but I… I really like you,” You confessed. You did not know how to relay how you felt seeing he was the first one to spur this type of giddiness in you. You gazed up at him, watching as his eyes twinkled with mirth and the smile on his lips widened. You held your breath as he leaned in and kissed your lips. It was a chaste kiss, just like the one earlier, but it was still capable of leaving you both grinning.

Your eyes alight with newfound affection as you and he stood below the pale moonlight. You sighed happily as Rafe placed his warm hand on your cheek, caressing your skin before ultimately leaning in to kiss you once more. A different, more fervent, and deeper kind of kiss than the first one shared. You feel your heart flutter and your body turn warm as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush towards him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him downwards to your height, feeling him smirk against your lips.

When you parted for air, you bit your lip as a wide, cheek-aching smile spread upon it. “I think like you more,” He said against your lips. You knew it was a line, a cheesy one at that, but your stomach flipped in violent delight, and you stood on your toes to feel his lips against yours again. “Do… do you wanna go in?” You asked him as your lips parted again, your mind spinning from the way he kissed you and pulled on your waist. “Yes,” he said a bit too eagerly, the tips of his ears growing red a he realized the slight desperation in his voice, but you simply found it endearing.

When in the privacy of your flat, you grinned against Rafe’s lips as he gently pushed you against the wall, his large frame flushed against yours. Your fingers reached to run themselves through his hair as his hands on your waist strayed hesitantly higher. “You sighed as his lips moved to place kisses on your neck, “I hope you know I didn’t offer to walk you home for this,” Rafe sighed against your neck, breathing deeply your scent as his need for you bulged painfully in his jeans. “I know,” You smiled and whimpered as you felt him nip your skin.

You were not certain if you should warn him of the truth that you’ve never done anything such as this and that you have never reached this level of intimacy with anyone. But you swallowed the words as you feared you would run him away. You gasped as Rafe effortlessly hoisted you on his waist. Your mind spun as he deeply kissed you and led you to your sofa, him sitting on the cushion and you straddling his waist. You panted as you felt his need against your core.

Rafe swallowed thickly as he gazed at you, your lips swollen and eyes filled with need for him. “I… I don’t have protection,” He sheepishly, regrettably said, and you could blink. “Oh,” Was all you could say, uncertain if you should move from the position you both were in even though your body screamed for you to stay put. “I’m sorry, I—“ He started to speak, and you shook your head, “No, don’t be,” You rested your palm on his chest and felt the erratic beating of his heart, a rhythm that matched yours. Rafe took in a deep breath and lowered his gaze as if in shame; you chewed on your lip and spoke. “Maybe uhm… maybe we could do something else?”

“Like what?” He asked hesitantly; you couldn’t really verbalize your intent, so instead, you showed it to him. Rafe’s jaw slacked as you started to grind your hips, your core rubbing against his length. You hid your face in the crook of his neck and placed small kisses on his skin as you tried to stifle your sighs of pleasure.

Rafe’s hands found home at your rear, guiding and aiding your movements. Rafe let out a hiss as he felt himself quickly be led to climax. You finally vocalized your moans as you, too, were on the precipice of your peak; your hand moved to grip Rafe’s dark blonde locks as you came, calling his name. Rafe moved to take your face into his hands and intertwine your lips as he came undone, his seed spilling out in his trousers. He never thought he could come undone so harshly with ought actually being touched by someone.

When your lips parted, and the hazy want in you subsided, you grinned widely at Rafe, who let out an amused breath. The both of you stayed silent, but Rafe’s thoughts screamed loudly in his head. Would it be cliché of him to say that he had fallen so quickly? That seeing you in the lecture hall was love at first sight, and now, even only knowing you for only a short time, he knew you were the one.

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the-californicationist · 2 days

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The Window (5 of 7)

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You couldn’t see anything. You knew you were in the backseat, but you didn’t even know what kind of car you were in. They’d stolen you from your bed. As the road rushed by you, jostling you around, you had no idea where you were headed. The two men on either side of you hadn’t said a word, but when you tried to peek, they reinforced your blindfold, keeping you in the dark.

“Alright, bonnie,” Soap’s voice was in your left ear, “Ready for your surprise?”

You turned to him, hoping he could see the glare through the cloth,

“Are we there yet? ‘Cause blindfolding a pregnant woman in a car while she has morning sickness is like a new level of cruelty.”

“Sorry, love,” Gaz took your hand and you felt his lips on your fingers, “Almost there.”

Price was in the driver’s seat, and you felt him pull the car to a long, braking stop.

Gaz took your hand, helping you out of the car, walking you up past the hood, one foot in front of the other.

“Can I look?”

“Alright, pretty girl. You can look,” John’s voice washed over you, and you took off your mask.

You were facing a modern-style home. It was the only house around, surrounded by trees, illuminated by bright sunshafts glittering through the leaves of the canopy.

“Bought it for you, love. Wha’d’ya think?” Simon’s comment barely registered.

When John had told you things would be different, he hadn’t really been clear. He’d promised to do everything he could to take care of you and the baby, and that he would somehow prove it to you. You had no idea that promise would include a whole damn house.

“Your name’s on the deed, and it’s paid in full. But,” John shifted his weight, treading lightly, “We were hopin’ you’d let us move in with you. We just… we don’t wanna miss a moment, love.”

“What?” Your voice sounded so small, “You… you bought me a house?”

“Aye, with a wee pool and everything! Come see it, bonnie,” Soap grabbed your hand and rushed you in.

The house was unfurnished except for the appliances, but there were boxes in every room. You opened one to find a bedframe, and one in the kitchen had pots and pans. Had they bought everything new? How did they get the money?

“John,” you found him as Soap was taking you around for the tour, “How did you afford this?”

He smiled,

“Four single men, all with over ten years of service… let’s just say we had some savings.”

“I can’t afford to pay you back,” you admitted.

“Don’t need you to. It’s yours. I told you, love,” he pet your cheek, kissing you chastely once, twice, until you relaxed into his touch, “We’re here to stay, but it’ll be on your terms.”

“I don’t know what to say,” you were in shock as you stood in the big, empty living room, gaping up at the high ceilings and black, wooden beams. It was a gorgeous home, and you were speechless.

“Do you like it, love?” Simon put his arms around your waist and held you, looking down into your face for your appraisal.

You nodded,

“I do. It’s perfect. Thank you for everything. I wasn’t —”

He bent down to kiss you, interrupting you, and he was anything but gentle. Something about seeing you in his home had Simon all worked up, and you were being subjected to its effects.

His hands lifted you onto the kitchen island with incredible ease, and you spread your legs to accommodate his huge frame as he settled himself against your hips. He wouldn’t stop kissing you, forcing his tongue into your mouth, sucking on your lips, and fondling your tender breasts through your thin tee shirt.

“You two are gonna start a fire you can’t put out,” Gaz chastised Ghost, sidling up to you and kissing your neck.

“Join in or fuck off, mate,” Simon’s voice was like a growl, snarling at his sergeant before returning his mouth to your body, sucking on your soft nipple through the fabric of your tee, making the cloth cling to you as he licked and nipped at your peak.

“Easy, Si. We’re gonna unload the bags, and we’ll be back. Get her all warmed up for us,” Gaz’s sinister chuckle hung in the air as he left you at his lieutenant’s mercy, of which there seemed to be very little.

Ghost was usually so careful with you, but today, in the echoing expanse of the kitchen he’d bought for you, he was messy and needy. You could feel his cock straining against his pants as he rubbed it against you. Wearing nothing more than a pair of bike shorts and a tee shirt, you were able to feel every touch, every warm inch of his dick through your thin clothing, and his repeated thrusting told you exactly how hard he was.

He whined as he kissed you, teasing his head against your covered hole, but sensing where the warm entrance was, prodding it as if he might break through. You comforted him, placing your hand on his cheek as he kissed you. It seemed to bring him back to earth, if just for a moment.

“You alright, Si?” You asked in a low whisper, watching over Ghost’s enormous shoulder as the other three men brought in bag after bag of supplies and belongings, preparing to move in. They kept stealing hungry glances over at you and your tall blond lover, not jealous per se but feeling ready to be included.

Simon nodded,

“Yeah, love. ‘M fine.”

He pulled back a bit to look down at your body. He lifted your tee shirt to stare at your belly. You weren’t showing yet, but he didn’t care. He placed an enormous, tattooed hand over your womb protectively, whispering,

“Can’t believe you’re havin’ my baby. Doesn’t seem real yet.”

“How do you know they’re yours?” You asked him gently, putting your hand over his and tracing comforting circles across his skin.

“Don’t know,” he kissed you again, “Don’t care.”

Simon pulled off your bike shorts, forcing you to lift your hips off the counter, and ripped them off of your feet in one quick swoop. Your shirt disappeared just as fast, and the cool air in the empty kitchen rushed across your body, making your flesh pebble from the shock. But, you melted as soon as you felt Simon’s thick fingers spread your pussy lips apart, reaching for your tight, wet hole. When he found your warmth, you both sighed into each other, relieved and yet ablaze.

His other hand was still pressed to your belly as if he was keeping you and your baby hidden from the world, holding you both in his palm possessively. The contrast was mesmerizing. His fingers pounded into you, sheathing themselves down to the knuckle, wet and sticky, while his other was gentle and soft, caressing you as sweetly as he could. You felt a strong, rushing orgasm build within you, and as soon as you began to clench around him, he took his fingers away, leaving you teetering on the edge with nothing to grab onto.

“Ungh! What… Si? Please,” you whined, looking up to him with wide glassy eyes.

His expression was serious, and he leaned in close to taunt you,

“Whose baby are you havin’?”

“I don’t know. We said we would —”

His fingers were back, pressing down cruelly into your walls, making it feel like his fat dick was prodding through your entrance,

“Whose…” His fingers sank into you, making a popping wet noise. “Fuckin’...” He pulled them out of you, painting your wetness on your lips, “Baby…” Back in. “Is…” Back out. “It?” Back in, and this time, a third finger joined them.

“Simon!” You cried out, but you were alone in the room. The others must have been outside dealing with the moving boxes.

“That’s right,” he brought your face up to his, tangling a fist into your hair, “Tell me it’s mine.”

“It’s too much, Si…” You were shocked by how stretched you felt, and your pussy was soaked, trying to accommodate its intruder, your muscles shaking from being spread apart.

“Whose —”

“Yours… fuck! Si, you’re gonna make me come!” You felt it break inside of you, bursting through like a firework, crackling through your belly and making you squirt on his hands… and your brand new kitchen tile.

“Oh, bloody hell. That’s a good girl.”

Just when you thought he would give you his cock, he began to slowly press his hand into you again, fucking you with his three wide fingers still inside of you, stretching you all the way down to his knuckles.

“Si?” You whimpered, confused, starving for the comforting feeling of his heavy rod.

“Wha’ is it, love?” He didn’t even look up at you. He was transfixed, focused on your swollen hole.

“Fuck me… please?” You reached out for him, grasping at his wide forearm, trying to coax him to take the next step.

In an almost dismissive way, he caught Price before he walked back outside and nodded at him,

“Oy, mate. Hold her for me, yeah?”

To your shock, John walked over, studied you for a second as you writhed in your predicament, and stood on the other side of the island countertop, behind your head. He chuckled,

“What have you gotten yourself into, pretty girl?”

The captain took both of your arms and locked them in his, sticking them up behind your head, watching your tits hang freely, bouncing up and down as Ghost pounded his hand into your sopping pussy.

You gritted your teeth, feeling your body respond to your capture, ready and eager to come again so soon after its last onslaught.

“I can’t… I’m…”

“Gonna come again,” Simon grinned, “Yeah, I can feel it. Needy thing, innit she?”

“She is,” John agreed, pinning your arms just a little tighter, ready for you to try and wriggle away.

You were breathing heavy, and your muscles kept tightening up on you, freezing you in place as you tried to squirm free. If only you could pull your arms around you, maybe you could hold off the brutal fire building in your chest, burning down your ribs and spinning like a spiral in that impossibly tight coil that he was working with his fingers.

It was when he bent to suck on your clit that you lost it. You felt the knot that was tangled up inside of you slip, the long rope sliding against its own bite, loose and unwieldy, letting you freefall through the sparkling, black abyss of your impossibly deep pleasure.

“That’s what I wanna see, love,” your blond beast growled up at you, showing you his white fangs, “Give me that come. Give it to me! Yes! Fuck!”

You heard the wet noises that were coming from you, not understanding where they were coming from or how, but also not caring one bit. All you cared about was riding the relentless wave of pleasure. The more he fucked you on his hand, the more you rolled through the tumbling ebb and flow of your bliss.

Hot tears cut across your temples, and it was John’s soft mouth that kissed them away, shushing you,

“It’s okay, love. Be good for Simon, yeah? Be our good girl. You can do that, right?”

You nodded weakly, leaning your cheek into his scruffy kisses, letting him nuzzle you, comforting you as Ghost pulled you apart.

John used his warm hands to pet your breasts, plucking gently at your nipples, lingering on their silky skin,

“Such a pretty little thing, lettin’ Si use that pussy. You look bloody beautiful like this, love.”

His praise made you feel drunk. Now, all you wanted was to be good for them. You wanted more of that lovesick approval. What more could you give them? How could you appease the gods of your pleasure?

You canted your hips, humping Simon’s hand, letting him reach deeper and deeper on each thrust, rocking your body against the hard countertop.

Ghost made a painful groan inside his throat, obviously pleased with your performance, and he leaned forward to suck on your breasts, biting and licking more than he was kissing, but it was enough to make you keen in high-pitched whines, catching Soap and Gaz’s attention in the other room.

You didn’t halt your shameless undulation for their benefit. You were far beyond the point of shame. You were only focused on coming again and again and again — as many times as your commander needed you to — built to serve him. Them…

Gaz’s bright smile widened as he came up beside Ghost,

“My, my, my. Makin’ quite a mess, hm, babes?”

“A right gorgeous mess,” Soap added, licking his lips, obviously eager to taste the honey Simon had harvested from you.

Now that he had his team with him, Simon pulled you off the counter top and put your feet on the ground. He positioned you so that he could fuck you from behind, but he was too tall. So, he simply held you up, easily supporting your weight, his heavy arm underneath your hips. Price, Gaz, and Soap all stood in front of you, their belt buckles in your line of sight, and watched as Ghost fed his solid cock into your wet hole. The captain grabbed you by the hair, forcing your chin up, and with each thrust from Simon, your mouth crashed right into Price’s zipper.

“Mm,” he sighed, “Perfect height, innit?”

With his free hand, he unbuckled the belt, pulled down his zipper, and let the button free from his pants. Then, you were face to face with his fat dick, as hard as steel and ready to be buried in your throat.

You opened your mouth, trying to look up at your captain, but it was no use, you couldn’t see him, all you could see was the head of his cock being pressed into your lips, inch after inch of him disappearing into your mouth, making you gag.

As Simon thrust forward, Price pulled out, and then the reverse. As you felt your pussy empty from its delightful stretch, your throat was invaded by Price’s uncut, drooling monster. You were always full, no matter what, and your brain had no idea how to prioritize your efforts. So, for the most part, you were helpless, hanging limp between the two huge men, being used by them in a cyclic, tantric rhythm, ceaselessly and towards a blinding, white-hot joy.

Suddenly, you felt two mouths on your hanging breasts, suckling from each nipple as if you would feed them, laving at your skin relentlessly. You knew it was Gaz and Soap from the feeling of their kisses, but you couldn’t see them, so every movement was a surprise. Someone’s hand began to play in your folds, discovering the hard round body of your clit and teasing it as SImon slammed himself into you.

You came, but it was silent. Price’s cock wouldn’t let any noise escape, but he could feel you screaming. He took a step forward, fully sheathed inside of you now, cutting off your air, making you choke roughly. Your whole body clenched down before you told it to relax, and the sound that came from Simon was a singular delight. It seemed like he was in some kind of heaven.

“Oh, fuckin’ hell. Tha’s damn good,” Ghost hissed, “Do it again, Cap.”

Price obliged, choking you down on his cock, making your jaw stretch to its limit, burying your nose in his soft curls. You lapped at his base with your tongue, participating in the small way that you could, balancing yourself on his hips.

“Ungh!” Price groaned, emptying his load into you.

Simon was coming too, and you could feel the heat from both of them pooling inside of you.

You weren’t sure whose arms you were in, but someone held you tightly, helping you stand on shaking legs, petting your face, telling you not to swallow.

“Hm?” You tried to catch your bearings, and Soap held your face in his hands, his thumbs trying to pull your mouth open.

“C’mon, bonnie. Open up. Show me his come, yeah? Lemme taste it.”

You were out of your mind, but you were pliant and fully drowning in your subspace, eager to obey. You opened your mouth to him, feeling him lick Price’s come out of you, sucking it off of your tongue. Then, he dropped to his knees, licking it back into your cunt, mixing it with Simon’s, eating you out and filling you up at the same time.

Gaz was still on his knees as well, and you could feel his huge hands pull your ass cheeks apart, the tip of his strong tongue prodding at your asshole, trying to squeeze itself through the tight muscle.

He found a way in, and you were being eaten from both sides, held upright by Soap’s strong arms. You held onto his mohawk for help, trying to steady yourself. Their mouths were so warm, and yet you shivered, the pleasure overwhelming you.

A big thumb came and wiped more tears from your cheek,

“Shh, pretty girl. You can take it, yeah?”

It was John. He was comforting you, his softening cock still hanging heavy and low outside of his pants, shining from your mouth. He coached you,

“Breathe for me. Gonna come for them, aren’t you? Yeah, tha’s a good girl. Just let it happen. Shh, shh. Pretty little thing…”

“Ahhhngh!” You screamed from deep within your chest, and you knew you had squirted again, all over Soap’s face. You felt it happen. Now that Simon had primed you for it, you nearly had control, but not quite. It was like a button that was too high to press.

“Fuck, yes, lass. You taste so fuckin’ sweet. Holy shite,” Johnny came up off the ground and held you up so that your legs were straddling him. It didn’t take much for him to stuff himself into your pussy after Simon’s work, and yet he filled you in an entirely different way. At the same time, you felt Gaz behind you, his fingers playing in your asshole, and then, his soft cockhead.

It took Gaz much longer to get fully settled, but as Johnny fucked his dick up into you, he found a way. You felt Gaz’s wide palm wrap itself around your throat from behind, not to choke you but to hold you upright, keeping you straight even though everything in you wanted to collapse.

“That’s it, babes. This tight little arse belongs to me, yeah? Tell us who you fuckin’ belong to.”

“You… ungh, I’m… ahhh!” You tried to speak, but it was so much easier to whimper.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” John was back, fondling your breasts as his men fucked you in both of your holes, “You can do far better than that.”

You met his eyes, and behind the icy blue, there roared a blazing fire. Simon had come to join you on the other side of Johnny, and the same flames lay within him as well.

“I’m yours,” you promised all four of them at once, “This baby is yours,” you heard them collectively groan at varying levels of excitement and possession, “All yours. Always.”

“Good girl,” Simon praised you before Price could, parting your lips with his fingers, the same ones he had tortured you with, and stuck them in your mouth, “Now, suck.”

You did, keeping your eyes on him as you licked your own come off of his skin, feeling Price’s beard brush against your chest, latching onto the nipple he loved to abuse, biting at it to make it stiffen.

“Mmff-fuck,” the captain mumbled as he sucked on your skin, “I can’t wait for your milk to come in.”

“Dinnae even start. Gonnae make me come just thinkin’ about it, Cap’n,” Johnny agreed, bending his neck to suck from your other breast, imagining drinking from you.

Simon pressed his fingers deeper down your throat, and because of Price’s earlier invasion, you took him easily, proud of yourself for not gagging, using your mouth and tongue to take Ghost’s hand as far as he wanted it to go. You could see what your performance was doing to him. His chest was rising and falling, breathing hard from the excitement.

Gaz’s cock was now pounding into your ass with as much power as you could take, and as he increased his speed, you started to feel yourself come in a new way. The sparks were still there, but they were coming from somewhere dark and mysterious, flowing over you softly, like frothy waves of foam, ethereal and light.

You reached back and grabbed his neck at the nape, digging your nails into his flesh, spurring him on.

“Ungh, goddamnit,” he cried out, kissing your throat that he still held in his hand, biting you none too gently.

“Kyle… please, I need… I need you,” you pulled your mouth away from Ghost and whispered to him, and with whatever strength he had left, he fucked his long shaft into your ass, feeling your beating pulse deep within your body.

His mouth was right on your ear, and he whispered,

“I’m coming, baby. I’m coming… I’m — ahngh!”

“Oh, fuck!” Soap lay his forehead on your other shoulder, and began to rut into you without any mercy, the idea of Gaz’s throbbing cock filling you up too much for him to bear.

They held you between them, frozen in time, letting their cocks erupt inside of your warm belly, filling you with their load. As they pulled away, you heard the wet noise of their spend hitting the tile, pouring out of you in a lurid stream. You hissed from the empty feeling you were left with, and the only thing you could hold onto was the memory of the feeling.

“You alright, love?” John asked you, petting your cheek.

“It’s alright, I’ve got her. You lot can finish settin’ up. C’mon, love,” Ghost told them, swinging your limp body up into his arms and carrying you to the bathroom.

Inside the large bathroom, you saw that they had packed all of your toiletry effects, and they were strewn about, tossed in bags, waiting to be organized. Simon sat you down on the edge of the tub and began to fill it, checking the temperature with his hand before helping you sit inside.

The water was warm as it began to pool around you, and you had the pleasure of watching Ghost undress, preparing to join you. He was a tall man, but the tub was large, and you were eager to feel his body against yours again.

In the bright light of the bathroom, his scars were on full display. They didn’t bother you, but they made you feel very protective. As if you had a time machine and could go back and slaughter the bastards who had made them. He caught you staring and teased you for it,

“You lookin’ for round two already, missus?”

You blushed, looking away shyly.

“Nuh uh,” he chided, sinking into the tub behind you, “Where’s my nasty little slag who squirted for me in my kitchen, hm?”

“Si…” You played coy, snuggling back against him in the water, feeling his flesh slip against yours, just as warm. His furry belly jerked from his silent laughter against your back, and he used his huge hands to rub soap down your arms as he began to clean you.

“Pretend all you want, love. I know the truth. You love being our filthy girl, innit that right?”

“You got me,” you sighed, letting him clean your body, feeling his hands rub you up and down, lingering on your breasts a little too long. He pulled at your nipples, soft at first and then cruelly, until you made a noise of protest.

He teased you again, rubbing them in slow, agonizing circles,

“You gonna let me have a taste, hm?”

“Huh?” You looked up at him over your shoulder, not understanding what he wanted at first.

“When your milk comes in,” he used both hands to squeeze your tits, making them rise out of the water, pressing them up until they looked huge on your chest, “Bet they’re gonna be so full, so big. I read that book Johnny bought. Says your nipples might get darker. I’m ready to see that.”

“Are you sure? You might not like the way I look,” you said, testing his desire.

“Bollocks. Dark nipples, huge tits, drippin’ milk, big swollen belly with my fuckin’ baby in it? You’re proper mad if you think that’s not what I want. Fuck, it’s all any of us can think about.”

“What else do you think about?” You asked dreamily, closing your eyes and letting him massage the soap into your breasts, squeezing them in a steady, slow pattern, comforting himself with their heavy softness.

“Think about hearin’ their laugh. About what color eyes they’ll have. Think about comin’ home to you and the lads. Christmas morning. All the wrapping paper torn up all over the floor. Think about crawlin’ into bed with you every damn night. Thinkin’ about holding them for the first time. About how much I love you.”

You opened your eyes then, looking up at him to see the truth, and when you saw how earnest he was, no longer hiding behind his snarky jokes, something in you opened. A door. Some new beginning.

“I love you, too, Si.”

Idk how many more of these chapters I've got in me. Just submitting to the process, I guess. Do y'all still even want to read these? Who knows.

While you wait for the next installment, please consider checking out my other work. Thank you!

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sebastianswallows · 1 day

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The Little Death — 9. Hidden judgment

— PAIRING: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Bene Gesserit!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: A Bene Gesserit gets left behind in the Arrakeen palace. When Feyd becomes the Planetary Governor, he finds her there in hiding. The Harkonnens don't traditionally keep them as truthsayers or concubines like other Houses do, but Feyd might have a use for her. After all, he's never had a Bene Gesserit of his own before.

— WARNINGS: none, just a fluffy scene of reader painting Feyd's teeth black 🖤

— WORDCOUNT: 2k

— TAGLIST: @elf-punk @lowlyloved @pomtherine @slytherins-heir @babyofneptune @localravenclaw @missbingu @wo-ming-bai @torossosebs

Do not be quick to reveal judgment. Hidden judgment often is more potent.

— Bene Gesserit Advice to Postulants

She was woken up during the night once or twice. The first time it was because she felt a sudden shift, a rather unusual feeling until she remembered Feyd was fast asleep beside her. He’d turned and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. She couldn’t be awake for more than a minute before she fell asleep again. It all felt like a dream.

The second time, he woke her quite deliberately. He’d slid even closer and was kissing her shoulder, dragging his plush lips across her skin.

“Mmm… not now,” she muttered, turning her head away without even opening her eyes.

“Hmmm?” he asked in his rough voice.

“I’m sore,” she sighed.

He stopped and lifted his lips from her neck, and what he said next amazed her.

“Oh,” he muttered. “Sorry.”

And just like that, like an embarrassed child, he fell back to his side of the bed and curled around her.

When she awoke in the morning she felt quite alone. She sensed nobody by her side before she opened her eyes, but a delicate sound came from somewhere to the left where the window was. Slowly, she peeked an eye open and saw the pale expanse of Feyd’s naked back. He was hunched over something and judging by the soft lines on his skin he’d gotten up not long before. The bed beside her was still warm. She stretched her limbs quietly and listened to him cursing in Harkonnen, his tone guttural and low and oddly childish.

When she moved to sit up on the bed he heard her and turned around halfway, smiling when he saw her. She didn’t know how to react, mainly because she was still nervous around him — but also because there was something different about his smile today. His teeth… They weren’t black anymore but instead were painted a milky grey. She could just about see the hint of white beneath.

“Morning,” he said, and then as if remembering himself immediately closed his lips to hide his half-painted teeth. “Are you, ahem, do you feel alright?”

“Well enough,” she shrugged, pulling the sheet around her body.

He got up and put down what he’d been holding on the windowsill — a round mirror and a paintbrush — and walked over to her. When she recoiled at his approach his steps stuttered, but not for long. With a measure of control over his feelings that she could only respect, Feyd put aside his quiet rejection and approached her anyway, sitting down beside her.

“I enjoyed you, you know,” he said quietly as he leaned forward to nuzzle at her neck. “And I think you did too.”

She stiffened but didn’t deny it.

“Still think I was a brute, don’t you?” he asked.

“Well, yes. You were.”

He pulled away and his full lips curled into a boyish smile. “Then you’ll have to teach me gentler ways of punishment. Because I intend to enjoy you a whole lot more.”

“I will be sure to heed your advice, then, na-Baron.”

Feyd didn’t seem to mind the coldness of her tone. He looked at her more fondly than anyone had done before, which frightened her. Did he view torments like that as an expression of love?! she wondered. It would explain a lot…

“But you felt good in the end,” he said, reaching up to cup her cheek before she could withdraw. His hand was warmer than she expected. “And in the middle of it too, if I recall.”

As she looked up at him she found herself starting to smile, then grin, then giggle. At first, it delighted Feyd, but then he frowned when it went on for longer than it should.

“What is it?”

She leaned forward to catch his chin between her fingers and asked, “What have you done with your teeth?”

His uneasy smile turned into a grimace and as if burned he pulled away, covering his mouth as demurely as a maiden.

“I haven’t finished.”

“Finished what?”

“Painting them, of course. It wears off after a while… In fact, it’s your fault.”

“Mine?” she asked with a cocked brow.

He cupped the back of her head to pull her closer and breathed against her blushing cheek. “Yes, yours. If you look below the waist this morning, you’ll see why.”

“That’s not my —”

He shut her up with a kiss that ended all too briefly. She shoved him off of her.

“No, I think I’ve had enough of your ink,” she muttered angrily.

“Fine,” he said with a jilted pout, then turned away from her and walked back to the window.

She took the time to gather her senses and do a brief bodily check in her mind. She was bruised in the most unlikely and inconvenient of places and scratched a little too, but the worst of it would heal in two days if left undisturbed. Gingerly, she slid out of bed and pulled a robe toward her from where it had been thrown on the far side of the bed. Her dress, she realised with a hot flush, was still in the dining room, and it was in tatters anyway. She looked at Feyd with his back turned to her and glared as memories of yesterday came back — together with the aches, the hunger, the pleasure, the shame. And then he started laughing.

“I can see you, you know,” he said, staring into his mirror.

She quickly turned away. “Why do you do that?”

“Because I like you,” he said without pause.

“No! I mean —”

“Oh, my teeth?” he asked, lips stretched in a grin as he looked at his reflection, paintbrush poised in hand. “Because they look better that way.”

“What, as a black void?” she scoffed.

He turned to arch a brow at her as if she was just being silly. “It’s elegant.”

She remained unconvinced and rolled her eyes, but got up off the bed anyway and approached him.

Coming to him from behind while he was distracted would have given her the perfect chance… There were vulnerable places at the nape of the neck that could immobilise and kill, and she knew all of them. One didn’t need much strength to activate one fatal pressure point. But somehow the thought didn’t take root in her, and the very idea of doing away with her new master was unconvincing. Is it because, in making him believe that I’m his Bene Gesserit, I’ve managed to fool myself? she thought. No, that can’t be it.

“Let me help you,” she said as she stepped in front of him.

Feyd’s eyes traversed her shape, trying to pierce through the diaphanous black to the tender skin beneath. He seemed intrigued.

“You know how?” he asked.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she sat down on the stone of the windowsill and took the brush from his hand. It was as thin as a quill and tipped with soft dense hairs of an organic nature, likely animal. In front of Feyd, beside her, were two small bottles: one tall and thin with a transparent liquid that smelled of alcohol, the other a container with a dense black paste. She could immediately guess the way this worked. She took the mirror out of his hand and gently gripped his jaw. He flashed his teeth at her. He’d gotten a good start but they were all grey and uneven, blacker around the gums than at the tips.

“I do know how,” she finally replied.

She took the thinner bottle and poured a few drops onto the paste. The reaction was instant, it liquefied into a shiny puddle at the centre in which she could dip the brush and coat it. She would have to be quick in applying it to his teeth before it dried.

“Open,” she said. “Wider.”

Feyd grinned obediently, his cold eyes looking up at her with something of an amused crinkle to them. She braced her hand against his chin and, as if writing the softest of calligraphies, began to coat his first incisor black. It took applying the ink several times before she could no longer see the white beneath, and she found herself surprised in the process by how straight and clean his teeth were. Perhaps the coating also served as a protection of sorts… She wondered what he would’ve looked like without it. What his smile would’ve looked like.

“You’re getting distracted,” he muttered. “And you’re leaning forward too much. Not that I mind.”

Before she could answer he’d grabbed her hips and pulled her to his lap. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor and easily found a way to arrange her with her knees bent around his hips.

“You’re blocking the light from the window too,” he said, speaking now more quietly. “Here. Sit on this side.”

He lifted her gently by the hips and settled her onto his left thigh, then his hands remained there. It rattled her a bit to feel only the leather of his trousers underneath her naked skin but Feyd looked at her calmly, patiently even.

“Well, go on,” he said. “You were making progress, weren’t you?”

She nodded and reached back for the ink again while Feyd picked up the mirror and held it at a distance in front of himself, watching her work. It was a small thing that fit into his palm, perfectly round with smooth edges. There was something metallic about it as if it were just a polished blade rather than a mirror. She dipped the fine brush into the paint again, and his smile relaxed.

His arm stayed curled around her waist, supporting her as much as holding her there, but she had no intention of leaving. She had willingly come to him, after all. And soon, she let herself lay closer to him, her other arm braced on his shoulder. She was close enough to kiss, and although she avoided his gaze, Feyd’s eyes soon stopped following her work in the mirror and were fixed upon her face.

“You s—”

“Don’t speak,” she said, bending back to dip the brush into fresh ink. “It isn’t dry yet.”

“You smell lovely.”

“Thank you. Now hold still.”

They fell into a rhythm together in the quiet of the morning with her leaning forward and back, bending left and right to reach the most difficult places. He was like a tamed animal beneath her, frightful and dangerous but docile under the right hands. She hadn’t had the chance to feel his body very much last night, but now she became keenly aware of the muscles in his thighs, the firmness of his chest and stomach, how round his shoulders were, and the sharp chemical flavour of his unwashed sweat. His warmth sank into her from underneath and his quiet breath tickled her palm. By the time they were finished she was shaking, and his mouth was a black void again.

“There,” she whispered, pressing his jaw closed.

He smiled for her, then looked once more into the mirror. There was admiration in his eyes.

“Not bad… For a beginner.”

“You should learn to express gratitude more earnestly,” she smirked.

“Oh?” he chuckled. “Teach me, then.”

And before she knew it his arms tightened around her waist and he pulled her even closer and his face was nuzzled in her neck.

“No, no,” she muttered, pushing him away. “I’m hungry…”

He sighed as he leaned back and looked at her with longing, holding her so tightly she thought he would never let her go.

“I didn’t have dinner yesterday,” she said. “Remember?”

“Only too well,” he purred, leaning into to steal a little kiss. “But fine… We can eat. Together.”

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 days

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WIBTA if I turned my coworker in for using his phone?

☎️ for obvious reasons.

So I’m gonna put this up front: this isn’t actually about the phone, it’s about the coworker. The phone is just convenient.

Our players are me (35 AFAB), Coworker A (~30 M), Supervisor C (N/A M), D (N/A F), and L (N/A F).

So first, the reason I have beef with A: he has never had a conversation with me that didn’t involve hitting on me and/or inappropriate questions. These have included demanding to know who I voted for, how my paycheck is delivered, whether I’m in a throuple with my roommates, and whether I have a boyfriend, which wouldn’t be weird except it was literally the first question he ever asked me—he didn’t even know my name yet. After I yelled at him over the voting thing because he refused to take “I don’t discuss politics at work” for an answer FOUR TIMES, he tried to break my glasses when I put them down so I could put on my safety goggles.

You may be wondering why I haven’t turned A in for harassment, ESPECIALLY after the glasses incident. I have. The problem is, he’s very good at looking pathetic and saying “I was just _________.” In this case, he was just looking at my glasses (never mind that you shouldn’t be playing with someone else’s expensive medical device!), and just making conversation. In spite of the fact that he was ignoring his trainee and distracting me from my work, he somehow got away with this. After a few of my screwdrivers went missing the same day he went pawing through them and he broke my brand-new pen, C told him to stop having anything to do with me, that his attention WAS NOT WELCOME.

Now we get to L and D. They’re two of our coworkers who can solve just about any problem you have. Ever since A was warned off, I’ve noticed that if I’m working with L or D, suddenly A needs all kinds of help that keeps bringing him over to our machine, and he always seeks out help from whoever it is I’m working with—if I’m with L he’ll go to L, if I’m with D he’ll go to D. If you’re a dude and think I’m overreacting, go ask a couple of the women in your life—you probably know someone who’s had similar experiences. (And for the record, another coworker I only know to say hello to has commented that his behavior toward me makes her feel like “he wants to wear your skin or something.”) I don’t think A is actively dangerous, but he’s very clearly a creep—especially because he also has a girlfriend and baby and still keeps doing this.

Now we get to the phone. I work in a factory where we’re not allowed to have phones on the floor because we work with food product and a phone dropping in a box is a huge contamination issue, on top of which distraction at my job can lead to life-changing, possibly even life-threatening injuries. (I was on a machine that threw its chain drive once and the only reason I didn’t lose an eye is because there happened to be another machine piece between me and the snap.) So: phones are a big no. Management will look the other way for people in extenuating circumstances, like having a sick kid at home, but in those cases your phone is to remain in your pocket and if it rings and you need to answer, you have to leave the floor.

I have caught A texting FOUR TIMES in the last month. Once I caught the words on his phone screen, and he was making plans for a party. That’s definitely not extenuating circumstances, and twice I’ve found his phone in the product catch tray.

So: very against rules that are there for the safety of us and our end users, and if I turn him in he’s going to get a writeup and possibly even a termination, which would mean I didn’t have to deal with him anymore. On the other hand, if he gets fired for violating safety standards he’ll have a hard time getting new work, and his baby doesn’t deserve hardship just because Dad is a creeper. Also, while I don’t carry my phone on the floor, I worry that turning him in could lead to a blanket ban that affects those in extenuating circumstances, because I’m almost positive he’d try “I was just checking on the baby” as his excuse.

WIBTA?

#aita #am i the asshole

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[SMUT] TWICE x Male Reader - "One Of The Girls"

The final one-shot of my TWICE smut anthology book is here. I think this might disappoint for some readers here because yall might be expecting it to be long, but I made it as simpler and unique as I can be because I don’t think I’ll be able to write a Part 2 of this anymore due to my lack of interest of writing smuts. Thank you once again for atleast giving a try on reading my smut one-shots even though I’m not really expert at writing mature stuffs. Still, I hope this might come into your liking. WARNING: contains smut, R+18, mature and sexual content TAGS: fuckfest, friends with benefits, eighteensome (with a bit of threesome and foursome), harem, pairing, messy sex, anal, rough sex, blowjob, lots of sex positions, futuristic, clones, advanced technology etc. WORD COUNT: 5,500

You are currently hosting your own celebratory party with your only circle of friends in college. There’s a total of 10 people present around your house, which is the preferred location that was voted for by the majority since yours is the most spacious among them. Around your living room are Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Momo, Sana, Jihyo, Mina, Dahyun, Chaeyoung, and Tzuyu, and you as the only guy in your squad.

Table occupied with bunches of snacks and empty cans of beer, some of the girls are nearing passing out from their drunken state, except the others, like Nayeon, Jeongyeon, and Jihyo, who have a high alcohol tolerance, went on to continue chatting with you since they wanted to cherish this moment being complete together.

It’s been months since you’ve last seen them after getting graduated from college. Each went on to grab the degree of the profession they have chosen, and that brought them to achieve their dream job that effectively supports them even more in their personal life.

You were the one who initiated to invite all of them when few days ago, you unexpectedly encountered Jihyo in the grocery store and sulked about when will be there a time where all 10 of you will go hangout together again just like good old times. Since Jihyo is the one that all of you have been calling the “mother” of the group, you took note of her suggestion.

As you went home, chat app open, revisit your group chat with them, and send the invitation, which led you all in this predicament.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.” Jihyo said as she looked at your window, waterdrops scattering as it disperses down through its surface.

“We should’ve went home already after they passed out.” Jeongyeon said as she emptied her can of beer and peek at Momo and Chaeyoung sleeping both on her sides.

“Yeah, we got caught now by the rain outside. Nice.” Nayeon slumped her back on the couch. “Ahhh I hate it when I go home wet.”

“Should we wake everyone up?” Jeongyeon asked.

Jihyo shook her head. “Maybe not yet, I don’t want to disturb their sleep just to get haggard going outside.” She said while stroking the wavy hair of sleeping Mina on her right.

“I think it’s much better if you guys should stay here.” You suggested. “You guys still have work, I don’t want to risk you all getting sick and take an absence.”

“Are you sure about it, YN?” Jeongyeon asked, lifting her brows in surprise. “Are we not gonna be a hindrance here around your house, I mean… we did put a mess already here but-”

“Nah, I’m positive. And I knew where you’re going at your words, Jeong. I’ll help you clean the place up tomorrow.” You smiled at her.

“Nice. Thanks for this, YN!” Jeongyeon high fives with you.

“Well that’s even better. I’m starting to like your place too anyway.” Jihyo joked as she looked around the interior of the house. “I mean, what do expect from our architect, am I right.” She smirked as you chuckled at her teasing.

“Aww, as expected, such a caring and thoughtful deed from our daddy~” Nayeon quickly cuddled your arm, much to your shock. You froze at your place, and Jeongyeon and Jihyo stopped laughing as their smile fades away with their eyes slowly stared towards the already drunk bunny that they thought was still with them.

“Uhm…”

“Did we heard it right?”

“N-Nayeon, what did you just call YN here?”

“My daddy YN~” Nayeon said as she rubs her face in your biceps. “He’s the only man in our group and he takes care of us, does that make her our daddy?” She raised her head and smiled at you with her and shiny teeth.

“How did you… just end up randomly calling him like that?” Jeongyeon stiffles her laugh while perturbedly questioning Nayeon’s weird behavior.

“I mean, she has a point though, you are the patriarch, the one who formed our group anyway. You found us, YN.” Jihyo shrugged her shoulders. “But cmon, unnie. There’s no need to call him like that.”

“I don’t care. I love to call him that always, besides…” Nayeon’s stare went strangely different, eyeing you with an unspeakable aura clouding through her pupils. Her hand planted on your chest and rubbed it gently, smelling your scent from your shirt. “Daddy’s has been looking such a very hottie these days compared back then, that’s why he’s just simply deserves to be called with it. Besides, you love to hear that too from one of your girls, right~?”

“N-Nayeon…”

Her movements are like a choke hold on you, making it difficult for you to talk normally. You are stammering when you speak. Gazing at Jeongyeon and Jihyo, you saw that they were merely observing Nayeon as she moved her hands around you. Their gaze shifted to you, and all of a sudden, even theirs felt a little awkward.

To your astonishment, Nayeon gently caressed your face and turned it toward her, planting a soft kiss on your lips. When you felt Nayeon's lips start to move more around your mouth and extend an invitation for a passionate duel, your eyes opened and your body gradually melted.

Hearing some gulps from nearby, it was coming from Jeongyeon and Jihyo drinking more beer that was left from the table. Their breaths became heavy as they continued to observe Nayeon doing these things to you.

You never crossed your mind that Nayeon would do this to you someday, just like right now, but it is undoubtedly true that she is deadly gorgeous, and to share this kind of intimacy with someone like her, consider yourself to be the luckiest guy in the world.

Speaking of being lucky, it looks like you’re about to experience another once-in-a lifetime moment and something that will forever change your relationship with the girls when you hear Jeongyeon moan as Jihyo starts to grope her breast.

Your hand rest on Nayeon’s hand and continued to mash your lips against her, syncing her movements along to make your kiss even more sultry. As you remove first from her face, you stared at her and looked at Jeongyeon who is now also massaging her other breast to join Jihyo playing on her body.

“Are you girls sure wanna do this?”

“I’d like to give it a try. We haven’t done this before, and it pretty much looks very interesting, especially looking at our r Jeongie here enjoying my touch here like never before.” Jihyo smirks.

“How about you, Jeong?”

“Quit asking, let’s stay here for the night and have more fun.” Jeongyeon said, huffing one more time before she tilts her head and captures Jihyo’s face for a kiss of her own too.

“I knew they will follow us.” Nayeon said as she satisfyingly watched her friends going out at each other. “I pretty much knew how their hormones can get intense, and now that you are our only man around here, will you like to accompany us to it?”

“Oh whenever you want, Nayeon.”

You pulled the hem of Nayeon’s shirt upward, revealing her baby blue silk bra that perfectly hugs her average-sized boobs. You gnawed at the crook of her neck; she gasped at how ticklish and warm your breath hit her sensitive spot. While doing so, your hand squeezed along the soft skin of her arms, feeling its smoothness.

Locating the lock on her bra from her back, you unhooked it and removed the garment from her. Setting yourself apart from Nayeon, you have found the first glimpse of Nayeon’s bare top, her breasts proudly presented to you and ready to be devoured.

You placed your palms on top of her tits, squishing them as Nayeon invited you again for another kiss. Jeongyeon and Jihyo are still colliding in each other's bodies. As you checked on them, you have found that Jeongyeon is now stripping off Jihyo’s skirt as she also gets rid of her shirt, exposing her black bra that traces the width of her wide, flawless back.

Lifting Nayeon off the couch and leaving Dahyun and Tzuyu on your spot, you gently placed Nayeon on your carpet. Now being on top of her, you undid her jeans and saw her matching pants tucked securely on her rosy petals. Running your hands through her legs, you found her waistband, taking them off and giving her pants a lustful inhale before looking at the now fully naked Nayeon laying for you.

You kissed her again, with one hand caressing her cheek and another returning to nuzzle with her left breast. You heard a loud whimper coming from Jihyo, who is now being eaten by Jeongyeon as her head is between her legs, sitting on the carpet in front of her.

With your clothes and jogging pants now gone too, all 3 women went on to watch you loosen your boxers, and there they had to see your erected cock for the first time, increasing their sexual desires that had them craving the taste of your meat.

Jihyo’s moans went constantly seductive the more she stares at your cock while her pussy is getting pleasured by Jeongyeon who is now fingering her own pussy also. Nayeon who is even more aroused, gripped your cock to give it a pump, eliciting a gasp on your mouth.

“My god, YN. After all these years, I couldn’t believe we were almost impossible to release this beast begging to be let out and gain some attention. We could’ve helped you with it after all these years.” Nayeon said as she watched her huge hands exquisitely covering the length of your cock.

“You girls never asked though. Well now, you girls can have it anytime you want. Atleast unlike before, every single one of you has a chance to take this all for yourselves.” You said confidently.

“And I will enjoy every single bit of it.” Nayeon bit her lip before she gave you a trusting nod, signaling you to enter her virgin cavern. She flinched and rolled her eyes back as she felt every inch of you entering her pussycat.

Now buried deep inside of her, you subtly fucked Nayeon into a missionary position. Your arms rested on each side of Nayeon’s head to give you stability. She was holding onto it at first until she decided to support you in continuing to fuck her harder by roving her hands around your toned torso and back and licking your nipples.

Meanwhile, Jihyo has just finished squirting on Jeongyeon’s face, licking off the juices that she caught before scooping some and letting Jihyo have a taste of it, sucking Jeongyeon’s fingers lewdly. After that, they changed positions, wherein Jihyo is now paying attention to Jeongyeon’s fat pussy while groping her heaving tits.

Back to your state, your pace went faster, creating loud claps of your crotch and her ass contacting with each pound. Nayeon’s moan and frantic noises go fast as she watches you pour your efforts into dominating her.

"Ughhh, yesss, keep it like that, Daddy. Fuck me, fuck your one and only bunnyhop with your gigantic carrot.”

Your groans intensified until you felt a sudden surge of tightness in your stomach. Unleashing the last remaining forces you need to snatch that climax, you finally pushed into her very deep, and Nayeon felt some gooey substance flowing inside her walls.

As you remove yourself from her, you observe Nayeon breathing erratically with her pussy overflowing with your cum. You wiped the cream off your cock through her thigh before moving on to Jihyo and Jeongyeon who are still having their own fun together.

But just as you were about to reach them, you were prevented by a grip from someone on your back, holding your wrist, stopping you in your tracks that made you to only watch Jeongyeon squirt into Jihyo. You rotated your body and found Tzuyu looking up at you mischievously.

Additionally, you discovered Dahyun slowly opening her eyes as Chaeyoung, Momo, Sana, and Mina all find themselves staring at your cock with fascination as they watch the embarrassed pair perform an amorous act.

“Do you guys really think we would let ourselves be left alone?” Sana said as her action encouraged the rest of the girls to strip off their clothes, presenting their bodies only in their ravishing set of bra and panties with different colors, tempting you to get hornier at the sight of their sexy bodies all prepared to be claimed by yours.

They formed a devious smirk and lick from their lips as they saw your hardened cock twitch. “Aww looks like our YN here is liking what he’s seeing right now.” Momo said as she knelt beside you and stared at your thick shaft all fired up to invade their pussies one by one…

… but you have thought of an idea to make things faster, easier…and unique.

“Wait, girls. Alright, I know all of you want to join but… I can’t do this for now with just only me taking you all each turn.” You said to them.

“So… lemme grab something from my room real quick and come back here to show it.” You ran away from them and dug through your items until you have found what you are looking for.

Returning to the living room, you even adore the view more as you noticed that all of them are now naked, presenting you the contrast of their sizes and shape of their wonders but that doesn’t matter to you. You knew that all of them has one similarity and that is they all look breathtaking and fuckable tonight.

“What’s that, YN?” Chaeyoung asked as she looks at your hand holding a circular device.

“It’s a cloning device made by my brother who is an expert in robotics. He gave me this as a gift because I once shared to him that I feel bad sometimes that Alpha, my pet dog… I always left him here in the house alone.” You said as you looked around at its design, juggling it in your hands.

“So he gave me this as a solution. Well basically as like what I’ve said… it’s a cloning device, which means I can create an artificial clone version of myself. He instructed me to use it as my replacement whenever I left the house for work, so that Alpha can still have me… but the other and fake “me” to still be his guardian. I can even use it to do some other errands while I’m away.”

They all are impressed at its purpose and quality. “Can I ask, YN? Is the clone you produce can touch something? I’m thinking that it may just be a hologram, so what if you have to feed your dog or bathe him while you’re out?”

“Oh, don’t worry. My clones can have a contact with anything around here. I’m not that much of an expert that’s why I can’t explain why but my brother probably inputted some system in this advance technology that doesn’t only shape my clones into a complete holographic-illusion type of figure.”

“A question also, uhm… does it only have a limited time to use?” asked Mina.

“Yup, it can only be set for a day if I’m only using it for one clone… but for multiple…”

“Wait, so you can also switch it to any number of clones of your choosing?”

“Yeah, but it’s only up to ten. So probably I can use it for like an hour and half or something since like I said, the more I activate a clone, the shorter the time I can only use it.” You said, until your lips form a sly smirk as you gave them a glance. “Which is why I want to use this for tonight…”

They all looked at each other until Jeongyeon understood what you are talking about, her cheeks blushed and eyes largened at the idea you have in your mind. “Oh this night just got even more chaotic.”

“... and make eight clones of myself so that instead of having you girls by turn, I can have all of you AT THE SAME TIME. Sounds good?”

“Actually, that is brilliant. Atleast, we don’t have to wait for YN and… we can have him as our partner by pair.” Tzuyu applauded your idea.

“Wait, is it gonna work like… this is the first time you’re gonna use it on having sex, do you think it’s gonna function the same thing as what a real human like you can do?” Dahyun asked. “Like… can it even cum as you?”

“There’s only one way to find out.” You shrugged. Pressing the button of the device, you laid it on the floor and stood straight in front of it. The device scanned you from head to toe and set the number of clones to 8. It beeped repeatedly until to all of your amazement, you witnessed the device spawn a naked clone of you one by one until it reaches the necessary number.

The clones all look at you as if they are asking for your command. You felt something strange in your head, as if there’s a bunch of signals awaiting for your memory core to generate a thought that will be transported into the other end.

“Let’s continue where we left off.” You tried to use the ability you have just unveiled. You looked at your clones and then at the girls except Jeongyeon, and developed a thought in your head that commands them to have sex with the girls of their choosing.

All of your clones went on to approach the girls they have chosen. Since you don’t have any names to call them, you labeled them rather as your clone number based from the age order of the girls in which they partnered theirselves together.

“Hi Jeong, looks like its you and I now.” You said to Jeongyeon who was left standing alone as the girls are now intimately engaging with your clones.

“Oh, so that’s why I was wondering why I didn’t get picked.” She scratched the back of her head, feeling embarassed at her dumbness. “Well, I like it much better that I get to have the real package right here.”

She reached for your limp cock and gave it a few introductory pumps with her reversed hand. You kissed her while squeezing her ass from behind. Teasing her asshole, you inserted your index finger in it and fucked her slowly.

Her gasp enabled you to invade her mouth and swirl your tongue around inside. After licking her taste buds, you let Jeongyeon kneel before you and worship your cock in her own initiation.

As you looked around you, you were astounded that the girls also copied Jeongyeon; they knelt under your clones and checked if they could have contact with their artificial cock. Momo woah-ed aloud as she, along with the girls, confirmed that they can even touch their dicks too.

Jeongyeon chuckled and shook her head as she saw her friends enjoying your clones’ cocks for themselves. She slapped your abs to lure your attention back to her, and there she eyed you lustfully as she wiggled your now reawakened cock on her fist, slapping it on her cheeks before licking the underside of your shaft.

She ran her tongue through your length and traced the veins of your cock before slurping your mushroom head. She lifted your cock away to gain access at your hanging balls, not wanting them to be left out. She coated them with her saliva as she massaged the other one with care.

Back at your cock, she then proceeded to suck and gave you another blowjob of greatness that you will ever be thankful for your life. You patted Jeongyeon’s head as she dugs her face deep until she reaches your abdomen, giving you a deepthroat that is even par from her limit, but she still did her best to make you feel good as possible. “So big and thick… hope you don’t mind that I will always beg for this from now on, YN”, she said as she jerked it while grinning devilishly at you. “Good, because I don’t even know if I’ll get enough of your body too, Jeong.” You said as you grab a bundle of her hair and use it as your handle while she blows you hard once more. “Yes, continue to move that little mouth of yours. Show me how much you love my cock.”

The girls were now giving your clones their own style and direction of blowjob in which also lets out the satisfied feeling from them. Getting more aroused at the work Jeongyeon has been doing at your meat, you humped your hips and facefucked Jeongyeon until you blew your load, filling her mouth with your warm cum before you slip away.

Jeongyeon swallowed it all like a good girl and wiped off the remnants around her lips. After she presented her empty and clean tongue without any signs of your seed, you also found out that the girls each had the surprise on their face when they also felt some cum poured through their mouth and staining their face.

“Wait, so they can also feel what you feel?” Jeongyeon commented the same thing as you have discovered.

“Same as what I’m thinking.”

“Heh, you’re the best, YN.” Jeongyeon shook her head and kissed you on the cheek before she pulled your arm to set yourselves up for a sex position. You also mentally commanded your clones to fuck the girls in any position they want.

She went close to Jihyo who is now being fucked by your clone in a sitting faceoff at the side of the couch. Jeongyeon spreaded her leg for you and invited you to come closer, standing between her and stick your cock at her pussy, which was very tight that sent chills in your skin. You savored banging Jeongyeon very deep that had her moaning uncontrollably at your massive length poking her womb.

Being too noisy, Jihyo teased her bestfriend by voluntarily stretching her body aside so that she can pull Jeongyeon’s head and forcefully have her suck her right tits with your clone who is playing on her left one. Jeongyeon continued to hum around Jihyo’s nipple as you went back and forth faster through her pussy.

You peppered kisses through Jeongyeon’s thick thighs and some sneaky squeezes on her butt until you felt your climax about to greet you again. Rapidly drilling her walls, you sent Jeongyeon into her world of ecstasy by filling her insides with your cum which led also to your clone to fire stream of its own load to Jihyo including the rest of the girls.

While you were busy with indulging Jeongyeon, Momo was being fucked by your second clone in a cowgirl, taking one of your couches all by themselves.

Sana and your third cousin are doing 69 beside the table. Her face has been painted white after she pointed the tip into her to empty the remaining area for some facials. Your clone also received the same treatment; his face got flooded with Sana’s love juices.

Mina is being ravaged by your fifth clone in a doggy-style way at the kitchen counter, her ass being roughly pounded with a thick cock while her pussycat is being sucked by Nayeon, who is being taken by her own clone of yours on the floor.

Dahyun is on the edge of the couch, getting piledrivered by your sixth clone as her body is positioned upside down, her feet being used as a handle while the back of your clone leans at the end of the couch for additional support.

Chaeyoung is on the front of the TV with her clone of yours, watching her reflection on the screen as she gets manhandled from behind, her body submitting from the full nelson demolition that is being applied on her own session of sensation.

Tzuyu is doing the same thing as Chaeyoung, but it's not her reflection she’s watching. She’s viewing the rainy atmosphere outside the streets of Seoul just to distract herself from getting penetrated by your clone in a one-legged standing. Her body is paralled with his body, and she kisses him to let your clone know that he’s doing a good job, filling her up to the brim.

As they all received your warm present oozing underneath between their legs, they decided with you to go on for one last round before wrapping up this party that became a sex-filled, erotic occasion.

You went on to find Jihyo, who has now abandoned by your clone on the couch, after you mentally commanded him to go after Jeongyeon next. Jihyo looked up at you and gave you a soft smile, to which you also returned the gesture.

To ride off her exhaustion, you sat beside her and took her tits all by yourself. You were definitely pretending to yourself if you were denying that Jihyo’s enormous mommy milkers aren’t distracting you whenever they look very evident and alluring at her clothes that felt too tight or revealing.

It’s not because you are simply a pervert; being quite an introvert, you just don’t know exactly what to do to completely avoid it.

Now that you have her nice pair of bosoms resting neatly below her chest, it would be disrespectful of you to just continue ignoring such a pretty and sexy lady like her, especially if you are now free to have her for your own satisfaction as much as she has for you.

Without any further ado, you feasted a lot with her tits, kneading each of their softness and weighing them on your palm before you dipped your salivating mouth into her caramelized nipples and areolas.

Jihyo is just there, whimpering and sighing heavily at your mouth, marking her precious assets. She combs your hair like a good baby boy sucking off her mommy’s milk.

As you removed your face from her breasts, you stood in front of her and went on with another idea you had in store for her.

Presenting your engorged cock once again, you used her breasts to place it between them and sandwich it around your shaft before allowing you to titfuck Jihyo.

Jihyo lowered her head and spit on your cock as she attempted to catch your head with her tongue, giving it a few licks while you went forward. You didn’t go on for too long on going after her breasts because it's not only that who has to be recognized on. Her entire body should be praised for a goddess like her.

Now contented with the feeling of your cock passing through the deep valley of her cleavage, you pulled Jihyo with you and replaced her on the couch. You instructed her to climb on your lap, in which she sat down, gripping your cock and tucking it to her pussy.

“Ahh! Fuck me, augh yes just like what I imagined when I first had a look at your cock.” Jihyo said as she slightly twerked her plump ass.

You catched her waist and suddenly slammed her down as you made her furiously bouncing on your lap. “Shit, fuck you like that huh? You like getting hammered by my big cock don’t you, Jihyo?”

“Yes yes! YN go faster please!”

“Scream for me! Let everyone in this room know that no one can match my cock for your tight pussy!” You slapped Jihyo in the face and spanked her ass as you roared at her.

“G-GIRLS! O-OH GOD… OH MY GOD UGH YESSSSS!! FUCK, H-HE’S THE BEST AT THIS… I WON’T FIND ANYONE THAN YOU, YN! I JUST WANT YOUR COCK, NOT EVERYONE ELSES” You pushed her closer to you and mashed your face at her tits as you rammed her like a madman.

You are fucking Jihyo so intensely that your groans of pleasure isn’t enough yet to let Jihyo know that she and the rest of the girls will get to experience whatever limits of sex they can reach just so they can feel like they’re locked up in heaven.

Sliding her ass out more, Jihyo became confused on why did you paused after the horrific speed you just gave on her. Her answer came shortly as she felt another cock getting inserted in her another hole.

Jihyo screamed in both pain and pleasure as she is now getting double penetrated by you and your clone. While you continued to suck her bouncing tits, Jihyo looks around to check what the other girls are also receiving at the moment.

On her front view, there’s Nayeon and her clone having tabletop sex at the kitchen counter. Sana is giggling and and moaning at the same time with her shaky voice as she is bouncing up and down beneath your clone’s cock at the stairs in a reverse cowgirl. Mina is having her pussy being eaten by Dahyun whose front frame and breasts are pressed on the floor while her ass is being fucked in a flatiron position.

On her back there goes the scene where Jeongyeon is bent in half like a seashell by your clone while having her tits sucked, Momo getting some spooning treatment, her tits swaying at every thrusts she receives, Chaeyoung moaning for mercy as she gets hogged by your clone in an upstanding citizen, carrying her small frame while having her limbs floating in the air due to getting hooked around in her legs.

Lastly, Tzuyu continues to admire the night view of Seoul through the windows while his clone is pistoning her pussy in a stand and deliver.

“I- I can’t take it anymore, I- I’m going to let it out, YN!”

“I’m getting close too, Jihyo…”

“Perfect fucking timing. Let’s end together.” Jihyo said as is staring dangerously at you before she reached your face for one more kiss.

You and your clone plowed Jihyo to the brink of fulfillment as a few more strokes and rough collisions of your skin slapping together took yourselves into orgasm. Jihyo shouts lewdly as she feels streams of her slimy nectar squirt around your cock while it pulsates the last set of your pearly cum straight through her cunt.

The room resonated with synchronized screams, moans, and curses as everybody embraced their climax. You quickly grabbed your device and switched it off, making your clones disappear in an instant.

You sat beside Jihyo, who is now knocked off after having her energy spent just like the rest of the girls with you. The room smells like sex, with cum overflowing from their gaping holes and puddles of crystal liquid all over the floor. Bodies slumped and scattered everywhere around the house.

But then in some of their surprise, they noticed that the cum that came out from your clones disappeared next, making their snatch feel a bit lighter now than earlier, except for the trio Nayeon, Jeongyeon, and Jihyo.

“I guess those are also artificial and temporary just like them.” Jeongyeon said as she looked at the evidences that gone missing.

“But not for us.” Nayeon smiled proudly and scooped some of your cum flowing on her thigh with her fingers, tasting it again.

“Ehhh that’s unfair!” Sana pouted as she looked at Nayeon, Jeongyeon and Jihyo with jealousy.

“You better give us next time, YN.” Momo challenged you.

“Yeah… I will, because for now I can’t do it anymore.” You laid down on the couch, and Jihyo helped you get some pillow. “I’m so goddamn exhausted.”

“Maybe that’s why the clones can feel what you feel and think what you think, because they are connected on your brain.” Jihyo said. “And since you mutiplied them, that goes the same with its effects to you.”

“How ironic. I still felt like I had sex with you guys all by myself.” You panted. “You girls can sleep on my bed. Jeongyeon, remember to clean with me okay?”

“Yup. I know. Goodnight, girls.” Jeongyeon stood up on the floor. She also helped the girls to get up before they went towards you and sent a kiss to your cheek.

“Thanks for a hell of a time, YN. Goodnight.” Jihyo gave the last kiss and patted your chest before she left you sleeping on the couch. Few days later, you lived up to your words, You invited again the second batch consisting of MISAMO: Mina, Sana, and Momo and the School Meal Club trio Dahyun, Chaeyoung, and Tzuyu to finish what you started, a hot, wild, and exhausting hours of sex with all six of them. Thankfully, with the help of some expensive and strong viagra that Nayeon recommended for you to use, you were able to survive servicing these beauties, thrusting and spurting each one with a large amount of irreplaceable cum within the depths of their pussy from dusk ‘til dawn.

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k1ngpin42 · 2 days

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Abby being insecure about how needy she is ;)

Warnings: Not proof read at all 😭 I wrote this while sick at like 3am so sorry for this monstrosity. Pretty intense sexual references, some fluff if you can call it that.

“We shouldn’t be doing this…” Abby breathes out apologetically, bringing one of her large hands to the soft flesh on your face. You cock your head, smiling at her softly. Your wide eyes bring a smile of her own to Abby’s face as she makes the comparison to a deer in headlights in her mind.

“I just…” Abby explains, letting out a deep breath. “Don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage of you. I mean I- feel like I’m taking advantage of you.” You were stunned by her words. In fact, you were stunned by the whole situation. Abby; without her cocky fucking facade about her, the fact Abby would think she’s taking advantage of you.

You had wanted this from the start, so if in any plane of reality she was somehow taking advantage of you, you’d let her, 100 times over.

“What are you talking about? You know I love our sex…”

“I’m objectifying you.” Abby tries, and you let out a laugh in disbelief.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ve tried not to think about it, but I can’t. It makes me feel so selfish I can barely say it.”

“Say what, Abby? I’m so confused-“

“I want to have sex with you. Every minute of every day. I think about you when you’re on assignments, I dream about you when you’re sleeping elsewhere, I want to fuck you senseless in front of everyone I- Jesus what am I saying? What am I doing, even? But it’s true I just…whether you’re wearing tight jeans, short skirts, long dresses, even a fucking hoodie I want to tear it off and do so many things to you. Maybe…maybe we should break up, this shouldn’t be normal, it isn’t-“ You stop her by planting a soft kiss on her lips.

Abbys gaze softened and her shoulders slouch back into place.

“Just calm down Abby….I love our sex. Fucking love it.”

“But-“ You shake your head, quickly preventing her doubts from festering.

“Love…we’re in a relationship….if you didn’t feel passionate for me there wouldn’t be much of one, would there? Now just look at the place around us. This place was once used for actual football…by people who lived in a world with an abundance of simple pleasures. We live in a world where pleasure is so much rarer, it’s no surprise that you revel in what we have…what you can give me….especially since you’re a soldier. Always so…tense.” She listens to your explanation intently and nods, hesitantly.

“I still feel…you know….” You look at her with a comforting smile, but it was still clear to her you weren’t a mind reader.

“I know that I love being around you…hugging you…kissing you…I could probably survive without the sex but I still feel like I’m using you somehow…I mean we’ve…” she clears her throat, now wondering why the word ‘sex' suddenly felt like poison in her throat.

“Had sex at least twice a day every day that we’ve been together. I mean that one Saturday I-“ She pauses and you both blush remembering it.

“You were still limping by Monday….” She concludes. You can’t help but laugh at her babbling.

“Abigail Anderson…this is emotional stuff, you know you should write this down…ooh maybe you can try poetry?” She shuts the idea down with a playful hit to your shoulder.

“Ow.” You laugh. Your smile fades a little and you close the gap between you guys, leaning into her ear.

“You think you’re the only one who craves it every day? I know you don’t want to hurt me but when you’re rough holy fuck….the marks you leave on my body…it’s stupid and embarrassing but I get off to them….” Her eyes widen.

“What? You never said-“

“Well because I thought it was toxic at the time-“

“Hey you said this stuff was normal!”

“It is!” You exclaim back, playfully. You both laugh and you kiss her deeply. She leans back onto her bed and you fall onto her lap, kissing her fully again.

“Hm, so what other shit do you want to tell me, then?” She asked, playing with your hair. You just smirk at her.

“To be honest…I think I’ve had enough talking for one afternoon wouldn’t you agree my little sex addict?” She rolls her eyes.

“You’re so annoying.” Abby replies, unbuckling her belt.

#abby anderson #tlou2 #ellie williams #abby tlou #abby x fem reader #sub abby

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whyse7vn · 2 days

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MIN YOONGI & KIM SEOKJIN

NICER:

“You know….” Jin looks over to Yoongi he’s sprawled out on a black couch thats sits in middle of the room they’re both in mindlessly scrolling through his phone. “It’s almost time to renew our contracts”

“So?” Yoongi replies his full attention still being held by his phone.

“Well, don’t tell her” Yoongi pauses “I told you this but y/ns been kinda on the fence about it all”

“About renewing her contract?”

“About being in the group all together”

Yoongi’s phone falls flat to his chest. Jin bites back a smirk.

“What?”

“Again don’t tell her i told you this but she said being in the groups gotten a little suffocating that we all argue too much and tha—”

“Bullshit”

“I’m not joking you know she comes to me about stuff why would i lie?”

Yoongi pauses for a moment. Why would Seokjin his good friend of over 10 years lie to him?

There are many reasons actually like that one time he took that sandwich out the fridge that was clearly labelled “JINS DO NOT EAT” and ate it right in his face or that other time when he tripped Jin up during rehearsals for no reason at all or that time—

“Trust me she was like really serious about it and—”

Yeah Yoongi doesn’t believe him, not one bit.

“So why are you telling me this shouldn’t you go talk to Joon about this stuff?”

“You know how Namjoon is can’t say no to her like… ever she would be gone before we know it and i thought about bringing it up with Jungkook but you also know how he is..”

“What about Jimin? Hobi? The fucking company, why me?”

“It’s just ‘cuz she said- never mind it’s not important forget i mentioned this”

“What did she say?”

“Nothing… i just i- i don’t want you to think it’s your fault or anything”

“So it’s my fault”

Yoongi now sits fully up right on the couch he was once slouched on with his eyebrows furrowed and gaze locked on Jin.

Jin bites back another smirk.

“No! not at all she just said some… stuff don’t worry about it!”

“What did she say” It’s not a question anymore.

“Well just that maybe you could uh.. be nicer or something?”

“Nicer?” Yoongi is now fully stood up one fist clenched and a head full of questions.

“Me? …Nicer?”

“That’s what she said” Jin shrugs.

Yoongi knows he isn’t the best to his fellow members often rejecting their various displays of affection and saying somewhat mean things to them on occasion. Sure he might of ‘lovingly’ punched a few of them a couple times called them some unkind names but not you! well he did call you a bitch once … or twice but you knew he was joking right? And he says sorry… sometimes, so Yoongi’s not even that mean, not at all, like it’s tough love or whatever. Yoongi can be nice. Yoongi is nice.

Yoongi stares back at Jin.

“Do you… think i could be nicer?”

There’s a pause.

“Well…”

Oh. Ok maybe Yoongi isn’t as nice as he thought he was. But it wasn’t that bad.

“…just considering she wants to leave the group because of it…”

Right. It’s is that bad.

Yoongi’s gaze drops the floor momentarily. He notices his phone that once held his attention now resides ontop of the fluffy carpet beneath his feet, but that’s the least of his concern right now. He feels a little sick and a whole lot embarrassed.

“Did she uh say anything else… about me i mean” He looks everywhere but Jin another wave of embarrassment taking over him as the question leaves his mouth.

Jin cocks his head at Yoongi in clear amusement, Not that Yoongi could catch onto it anyways too caught up in his own mind at the moment.

“How about we discuss this over coffee my treat! I think there’s a way we can sort this all out”

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part 2 coming soon

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starieq · 1 day

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Are you going to finish loving her seems tiring???

“Lovin her seems tiring..” Part 5! a/n; sorry I haven’t been making part five! Haven’t been feeling motivated, but I know that’s no excuse. Also tysm for 165 followers??? Please forgive me and enjoy 😊! -Arianna

Taggies/ warnings; Pro!HeroKats, cheating, fingering, creampie, blowjob, ridding, cumming, squirting, swearing, mention of sex toys, dirty talk, titty fuck, drinking, drunk messaging, dry humping.

Oh here we go again, It’s the next morning where you have to wake up to the morning sun. Though, you wish he was next to you in bed. Morning sun on his shirt less pecs and abs. His perfect dirty blonde hair over his eyes while he sleeps. God, he was really a fucking goddess. You still wonder if he feels the same.

Now waking up sucks when you know Katsuki Bakugo isn’t by your side, holding you close to his chest. You really can imagine, huh. You roll out of bed, and do a little stretch. You grab your phone off the charger seeing the time is 7:21AM. You walk to the bathroom with your messy hair. You bend down the splash some water on your face to get yourself going.

You pull out your phone to see a bunch of messages from your brother. You slide to see the messages to see your cute cat Loki. He had an apple under his chin while holding it with his little tiny paws.

“Awww. My little kitty is so adorable!” You quickly send an heart emoji as well with an apple. You didn’t think twice but send it to Bakugo. Why? You honestly don’t know maybe he’ll find it cute? He never liked your cat, and Loki sure didn’t like him either. Every time it’s bring your pet to work day, Bakugo will try to give Loki some treats, but Loki just hides in your chest. You find Bakugos face really cute when he gets offended by Loki.

As soon as you put your phone down, a “ding!” comes out your phone. You turn it over to the screen to see Bakugo has messaged.

:Dynamight🧡💥: fuckin cat is cute n’ all, but he’s also a fuckin menace.

You giggle at his message, and type back a silly message too.

:y/n: Nuh uh! You’re just jealous he doesn’t like you are your treats for him. 🙂‍↕️

He almost replies instantly with,

:Dynamight🧡💥: no, he’s just fuckin bratty cat, just like you sweetheart.

Sweetheart.

You swear he’s going to be the death of you. You feel yourself blush at the message. sweetheart. His text keeps repeating in your head.

:Dynamight🧡💥: what happen love? Did ya die or something? Need your strong pro hero to come and save your tiny self?

Katsuki Bakugo you fucking-

:y/n: no thanks love, I can handle myself <3

He can’t be serious right now. You cant be serious right now! He has a fucking girlfriend! What are you thinking? Love? Well, it’s fair since he called you sweetheart and love too.. but it feels wrong, but right at the same time? Kira was a fucking brat. You could do way better than her. Treat him better, love him better. Do everything better.

Fuck you want him to be yours.

I bet loving her seems tiring..

Katsuki’s POV!;

I just masturbated for her, and now I have to wake up with her not in my fucking arms? Fuck this.

I wake up at 5:30 to go to the gym. Heard there was one here, so I figured there wasn’t going to be anyone there this early in the morning. I get into my gym clothes and walk by her door.

“She’s probably sleepin Katsuki. Leave her the fuck alone and don’t knock.”he mutters to himself walking away. He really did love you. But his girlfriend is in the fucking way of his only love at this moment to forever.

He gets to the gym and starts his workout. He loves thinking about you, and what you’d look like under him. But he also loves thinking about making you his cute little housewife. Thinking about you waking around the house pregnant with his baby. You making dinner for him after a long day at work. Running a warm bath and you joining him. Seeing your cute body and his big bulky body hovering in front of you. His big hands around your cute waist. Fuck he loved you a lot.

After his workout was done, (7:20AM) we wipes the sweat off his forehead when he gets a message. He looking at the screen noticing your name.

:y/n: Lookie at Loki! Isn’t he just the cutest Katsuki?

“Not as cute as you.” He almost types, but says out loud.

:Katsuki: fuckin cat is cute n’ all, but he’s also a fuckin menace.

“Hidin in my girls chest when I’m right in front of him.” He mutters to himself.

:y/n: Nuh uh! You’re just jealous he doesn’t like you are your treats for him. 🙂‍↕️

“He’s fucking lucky I even offer him my homemade cat treats. Bratty ass cat.” He types so fast he can hear the phone tap with him.

:Katsuki: no, he’s just fuckin bratty cat, just like you sweetheart.

“Sweetheart. Fuck now she’s not responding. “ little does he know you’re a fucking blushing mess at the other end.

:katsuki: what happen love? Did ya die or something? Need your strong pro hero to come and save your tiny self?

“Fuck, now I’m fuckin flirting with her.” He waits for your response tapping his phone screen.

:y/n: no thanks love, I can handle myself <3

Love. Fuck that was cute. Now he’s a blushing ass mess.

:Katsuki: if ya say so sweets.

You don’t respond after that, but you do heart the message. Maybe you do feel the same for him. He’s hoping and wishing oh a fucking star you love him like he loves you.

Fuck, loving Kira is so tiring when he has you..

Taggies!; @slayfics @queenpiranhadon @zanarkandskylines @gold24fish @gina239 @bakugonextswife @lalachanya

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lambtotheslaughterr · 3 days

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Rise : Chapter Seventeen

A Rafe Cameron Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 3.5k

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

CHAPTER SIXTEEN | MASTERLIST | CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Your back ached as you trudged behind everyone. Rafe walked alongside you, every step of the way. He wasn’t going to take it easy on you & you knew it.

There was debate about how to track down Bear. The others wanted to take Sayyed’s wrangler, making it easier to get from point A to point B, but Rafe didn’t allow it. He didn’t want Bear, or anyone for that matter, to destroy or steal the vehicle. So, the hunt for Bear would be done on foot. You thought that to be a good thing though, meant everyone would be slower.

You didn’t understand why Rafe felt it necessary to track down Bear. It had been days since he escaped & since you were leading them in the wrong direction, Bear would never be found. Rafe didn’t know you were lying, but he had to at least know that Bear was long gone. So, why? But you didn’t bother asking. After what he did to you, you would never give him your voice again.

“It’ll be half a days walk to get there.” Rafe said beside you, his voice low. “Where is he going exactly?”

You rolled your eyes, groveling internally. Even if Greensboro was the true destination, you wouldn’t have told him.

“_____.” Rafe said your name in warning, “If you don’t tell me…”

You stopped in your steps abruptly, turning to glare at him. Challenging him. What the fuck else are you going to do to me? You knew Rafe understood what you were asking by your glare. It was bad enough that he had Micah lash you like they did hundreds of years ago, made worse by Micah breaking your fingers, which were expertly cast but the pain was still there. But more so, he had raped you. Twice. Lied to you, took advantage of you, manipulated you. There was nothing more he could take from you.

A deep grumble produced from within his chest as he sneered down at you, but he ultimately snatched you by the upper arm & forced you to keep moving. You shook him off, glad to walk ahead of him with him out of your line of sight.

Maddie, Kai, & Barry stayed behind at the mill. The rest of you—Micah, Rafe, Adrianna, Victor, & Enzo. Micah led the pack, keeping an eye out for any sign of recent life. Adrianna was hot on his heels, her gun securely attached at her hip. Everyone carried, except for you. Of course, Rafe knew better than to give you any sort of weapon, or means of defense should any of you come across hostile forces.

Your role was the mule. You carried one of the heavier backpacks on your back which only added to the pain & discomfort of Micah’s punishment at Rafe’s command. The backpack carried most of what anyone would need to survive in the woods should any of you get held up for longer than imagined. You were surprised Rafe trusted you to carry it, knowing that if you had the opportunity to escape you would & then you’d have everything you needed to survive. And while you knew the chances to get just that opportunity were slim, you were fully prepared to take off.

What you wore wouldn’t get you much survival went. After all, the group would only be out of for a couple days, but in the off chance you did escape, you’d make it your second priority to find more clothes. Your first would be putting a great distance between you & the enemies you walked with.

About an hour into walking in the wrong direction, a whistle sounded from the front of the group, & you peered over the heads of the others as you saw Micah halt the others with his right fist raised.

“Rafe, think we got something.” Micah announced, his voice carrying to the two of you in the back.

Rafe tossed you a look before making you move forward with him. Once at the front, Rafe approached Micah who was bent at the knees inspecting the forest floor.

“Tracks. Recent. Maybe a day or two old.” You heard Micah tell him.

You weren’t sure when & where Micah learned how to track, but you didn’t care. They weren’t Bear’s. But you’d lead them to believe they were.

“Huh.” Rafe stared at the shoe prints in the dirt before following the direction they went in, “Hasn’t gotten very far.”

“If they’re even his…” Micah rose to his full height, giving Rafe a knowing look before throwing a spiteful glance your way.

You returned it ten-fold.

“They’re his.” Rafe told him firmly, “She has no reason to lie. Besides, look at her.”

Both of the boys glanced where you stood, “She’s shaking. She knows were getting closer & she knows she can do nothing about it.”

Pfft. But you played the role of scared & surprised thoroughly, widening your eyes in fear. Rafe clapped Micah on the shoulder, “Lead the way.”

Micah inhaled sharply, displeased, but nodded. The group continued & Rafe kept you close, almost as if there was an invisible leash tied securely around your neck. You dreamed about cutting the imagined tether, more so, cutting Rafe’s throat. But surrounded by his lackey’s, you knew the chance would never happen. Micah would put you down before you ever could.

The group walked for another 40 minutes or so, following the tracks closely unknowing of where they led. Since you knew them not to be Bear’s, you couldn’t imagine it would lead you all to anywhere good, but you wouldn’t warn them of such. If they got fucked, you hoped it was royally.

Your feet were beginning to ache though. Your hand, too. You took painkillers this morning to numb the discomfort but it appeared they were already wearing off. Grunting silently to yourself, you shifted the back uncomfortably. Rafe paused in his steps when he noticed you were slowing down.

“What is it?” He asked, staring at you in mild concern. Concern? Ha, yeah, right.

Ignoring him, you dropped yourself onto a nearby fallen trunk, swinging the backpack around to your front.

Rafe whistled at the others, “Wait. We’re taking ten!”

You heard half of them grumble, likely having noticed the reason for a break was because of you, but the other half sounded slightly relieved, more than happy to take a breather. Reaching into the backpack, you searched blindly for the painkillers Adrianna placed in there. But after a moment or of two of struggling to find them, the backpack was ripped away from you. Rafe kneeled on one knee before you, unzipping another compartment of the backpack. You heard the rattling sound of pills against plastic.

He produced the painkillers & you reached your hand out for them, but just as you did, Rafe pulled his hand away, a haughty smirk on his face, “Need these?”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Huh?” Rafe raised his brows, “Then ask nicely.”

He wanted you to talk, that much was obvious. But you wouldn’t give in. You attempted reaching for them again but Rafe was quick to use his other hand to block you from moving closer to the object of your desire.

“C’mon. Mind your p’s & q’s.”

Asshole. You pressed your lips together, glaring at him as he eyed you challengingly.

The pain would only get worse unless you got your hands on those painkillers. And you weren’t sure if going a full day without them, potentially more than that, was worth it just in an effort to remain silent.

But just as you parted your lips to snarkily ask for the medicine, shots rang out. Before you could register was exactly was happening, Rafe yanked you from the trunk you sat on & shielded you as he fell on top of you from the bullets whizzing through the air.

“Get down!” Rafe shouted as the others quickly fell to the forest floor & covered their heads.

Your back stung & burned as Rafe’s body weight crushed against you, pressing you into the ground. Hot tears escaped your eyes at the sudden onslaught of pain but you had bigger worries to concern yourself with. Like being shot at.

“There’s more than one!” Micah shouted amidst the chaos.

You felt as Rafe covered your head with his arms as he cocooned himself around you. You whimpered beneath him but not because you were scared. Your back & hand were fucking pulsing with ungodly pain.

Then just as quickly as the madhouse began, it ended. The forest was eerily quiet for about a second before Rafe shot to his feet.

“Adrianna, stay with _____. Rest of you with me, let’s go!” Rafe shouted as he & the rest of the boys took off after him through the trees, all their guns out & ready for war.

You stayed on the ground for a moment longer, watching as Adrianna set herself up behind a tree, hidden well enough from view but had her gun aimed & ready in the direction the others disappeared to. In the distance, you could hear shouting & more gunfire. But it sounded further & further away.

Your heart hammered in your chest. This was your chance. Likely your one & only chance. You had to take it. Now.

Looking around you, you spotted a rock half the size of your head. It was only partly buried by the earth. Quickly, & quietly, you crawled over to it, unearthing it from the forest floor. Then you peered at the back Adrianna’s head.

You may not remember anything from the last couple weeks, but you remembered her as someone you once called friend. How you, her, & Millie would have girls’ night at your apartment where the three of you would drink wine & beer & troll the university dating app, making fun of the pool of single fish in the area. You remembered how she would poke fun at you in the morning after when you were dealing with a wicked hangover but could make one hell of a hangover cocktail to help.

But that girl was gone. Dead & gone. The girl who had her back to you wasn’t a friend. She watched as Rafe & Micah abused you, showed no emotion or care during it. She allowed Rafe to lie & manipulate you, all to keep him happy. And you’d bet your life on it that she knew about him raping you. The girl before you wasn’t a friend, she was an extension of the enemy. And in this new world, you learned harshly that survival meant doing whatever it took to survive.

Adrianna was none the wiser as you walked up behind her, her focus entirely on the woods before her. After all, you were sure she didn’t expect you to grow a pair. Underestimating you would be her downfall.

With the rock gripped tightly in your hand, you raised it above your head, then brought it down on the back of Adrianna’s skull. Adrianna howled in pain, the gun dropping from her hands as she fell to her knees clutching her head. You quickly kicked the gun away into some foliage nearby. But as you did, Adrianna was quick too react & rebuttal.

She swung her leg out, knocking your feet out from under you, effectively making you drop the rock. A wheezed grunt escaped you as you fell to your back. Adrianna growled, glaring hotly at you.

“You fucking hit me?!” She yelled.

All you could do was smirk. You’d do it again.

“Fuck, Rafe.” She spit, reaching into a band around her thigh & removing the pocketknife there. Shit. You had forgotten about that. “You’re dead.”

Adrianna screamed then, racing towards you with the knife, aiming it right at your chest. You forced yourself to roll to the side just as she fell where you once were, her knife dug into the earth. Much to your luck, you rolled right next to the rock you had used on her before. Quickly gripping it yet again, you swung your arm & bashed the rock into Adrianna’s face. Another yelp sounded from her. Her hand loosened around the knife.

Your survival instincts only burned brighter as you kicked her in the stomach, knocking her onto her back & away from her knife. You rolled after until you straddled her hips. She threw a punch into your side, making you wince in pain, but not enough to deter you. The rock fell from your hand for a second time. With both hands, you hurriedly snatched the back of her head & raised it before bringing your forehead down on her. The sound of bone crunching was practically music to your ears.

“You broke my fucking nose!” Adrianna cried out as she instinctively raised her hands to cover her face, blood seeping between her fingers.

I’ll break more than that, bitch.

Yanking one of her hands from her face, you gripped four of her fingers in your left hand, & with all the strength you could muster in your non-dominant hand, you bent the fingers back until you heard them snap all at the same time.

“Fuck! Get the fuck off me!” Adrianna screamed, thrashing under you but your rage kept you grounded atop her.

Eyeing her pocket knife a foot away, you quickly reached out & snatched it, before bringing the briny edge of the blade to her throat. Adrianna immediately stopped crying, though she was still breathing heavily, as she stared wide-eyed up at you.

You pressed the blade further into her skin, just enough that if she made any sudden movement, it would surely puncture her.

The two of you glared at one another. You shook your head, angry tears returning as you stared down at someone you once called friend.

“Why?” You questioned, your voice harsh & hoarse.

She sneered up at you, “Why, what?”

“Why did you let him do all that shit to me?”

Adrianna’s scowl softened, but only slightly. Then her eyes hardened.

“Why, Adrianna?!” You yelled, pressing the blade until you saw a droplet of blood appear.

“Because.” She started, her voice equally as harsh as your own, “He’s a survivor.”

A teardrop of yours landed on Adrianna’s cheek at her admittance. Your blood felt hot, your skin burned, your back stung, your hand throbbed, your mind darkened.

You leaned forward, looking her dead in the eyes as you gritted out the last words she’d hear, “So am I.”

Then you brought the knife down & plunged it into the center of her chest. Adrianna screamed then yelped as blood pooled around your hand & soaked her shirt. Then she coughed & red stained her lips as her lungs drowned in her own blood.

Tears continued to fall from your eyes as you watched Adrianna weakly reach for you. You shoved yourself off her, your heart racing as you paced around her.

“Rafe…will be…proud.” Adrianna choked out as her eyes began to glaze over.

You stood there silently as she struggled to breathe. And then a rattle sounded from her throat, & she stopped moving. Adrianna was dead. Her blood on your hands proved it.

But you didn’t have time to mourn your old friend. You needed to move.

The forest was silent. No gunfire. No shouting. Whoever Rafe & the others chased after wouldn’t survive long. You had to get as far away as possible before they returned.

Rushing back to the fallen trunk, you quickly found the bottle of painkillers Rafe had dropped & stuffed them back into the backpack. Once the backpack was secured, you glanced around once more. The knife. The gun.

Moving as fast as possible, you snatched the gun from the brush you kicked it into & stuck it into your waistband. Then, as coldly & emotionlessly as possible, you returned to Adrianna’s body. Kneeling down, you firmly gripped the knife buried into her chest & yanked it out. Blood sprayed across your shirt. You ignored the action of what you were doing & wiped the blade against your thigh before folding it back into its place.

Now, it was time to run.

Rafe circled the clearing, glaring at the one man left alive as Micah held a gun under his chin.

“So, you haven’t seen a big guy come through here?” Rafe asked for the last time.

After the unknown shoots shot at him & his group, Rafe led the men into the woods, determined to track down & maim those who shot at them in the first place. He mildly hoped Bear would be among them, but much to his chagrin, Bear was nowhere to be found. Instead, after a lengthy gunfight & hand-to-hand brawl, Rafe finally gained the upper hand.

There was only three of them. Micah killed one. Victor the other. Now, there was just one alive. He was around Rafe’s age, give or take a few years. The other two had been older. Maybe his brothers. Rafe didn’t care though. He just wanted answers.

“Like I said,” The young man spit, “No one comes through these woods without us knowing about it. How do you think we found you all? We have a whole fifty acres rigged to alert us to any potential threats.”

Rafe smirked at that. He was indeed a threat. And they fucked up when they started shooting at him. It was too bad, honestly. Rafe would’ve liked to have had the extra manpower. But he wasn’t going to let them get away with it. Not one bit.

“Those tracks we found, whose were they then?” Micah asked next as he forced the muzzle of his deeper into the man’s chin.

“Ours.” The stranger responded. “Look, you won, alright?!”

He shuddered, his eyes peering around at the others with pitiful plea, “Just let me go. It won’t happen again.”

Rafe sighed, staring up at the tops of the trees. Then he glanced at the young man, “You’re right. It won’t.”

Then he nodded at Micah.

Micah’s grinned & pulled the trigger. The back of the man’s head exploded & chunks of blood, brain, & flesh painted the tree behind him.

“She lied.” Rafe thought out loud.

“I told you so.” Micah commented as he cleaned off the muzzle of his gun. “Still, you act so surprised that your precious slut would dare defy you.”

Rafe ignored the comment, shaking his head, “Well. She won’t lie again.”

“How’re you going to make sure of that?” Micah questioned.

“Because hurting her doesn’t get us the truth. But…hurting someone she cares about? That’ll be the winner.”

Micah guffawed at that, smirking knowingly, “There’s no one else she cares about. You made sure of that.”

“No, no.” Rafe disagreed, gesturing for the others to collect the guns & ammo off the dead men, “There’s still one person left.”

“Who?” Micah cocked his head, “You? C’mon, you’re crazy but you’re not delusional.”

“Nah, not me.” Rafe smiled, “Kai. That little pussy has nothing to offer us anyway. _____ knows he only follows me because he’s scared. We hurt him, we get answers. Real answers.”

Micah sighed but nodded, “Worth the try, I guess.”

“Alright, let’s head back. I’m sure the girls are just worried sick.” Rafe shared sarcastically. The others laughed as they trailed their way back to where they ran off from.

But what they returned to was a sight none of them ever expected to see.

“Holy shit, dude.” Victor breathed out as everyone circled around Anna’s body.

Rafe felt his heartbeat wildly within his chest. Micah kneeled down, his fingers against Anna’s neck as he felt for a pulse. But it was futile. She was clearly dead.

Micah looked up at Rafe, nodding in confirmation.

“Guess your girl has more fight in her.” Enzo commented playfully.

Rafe was stewing. _____ killed Anna? Had anyone said she would be capable of such a thing months ago he’d say bullshit, but now. Now, she had nothing left to lose. And it was all Rafe’s doing. He created her, molded her to be as cold-blooded of a killer as he was. Part of him was impressed, & regrettably horny about it, but most of him was angry. She just couldn’t stop turning his back on him. Even after he gave her everything, protected her, kept her the fuck alive. And this is how she repaid him?

“What do you wanna do?” Micah questioned, pulling his gun out yet again, “She couldn’t have gotten far. We can still catch up to her.”

But Rafe raised his hand, shaking his head, “Nah. Let her go. Let her think she’ll get away. It’ll just make it that much more satisfying when we catch her again.”

“She could be going anywhere, though.” Micah replied, clearly geared up & ready to track her down & hurt her beyond recognition, “The longer we let her go the harder it’ll be to find her.”

Rafe only smiled knowingly, looking at Anna’s corpse, “She won’t find Bear. Bear’s in the wind. So, she’ll go where she feels safest next.”

“And where’s that?”

Rafe grinned.

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good days. SERIES. UPCOMING. ANGSTY. EX-MILITARY!NANNY!READER.

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“ well aren’t you just as pretty as a magnolia in may. ” or: you almost freeze to death. not to worry, the resident cowboy nurses you back to health. not your fault he’s handsome though.

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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 31

chapter 50: (15 chapters left)

1. oh SHIT the girls are fighting (sirius and regulus are at each other with nails and hair pulling)

2. “It's mean. It's nails and hair-pulling and brutal in the way only siblings can be. In mere seconds, they've both made each other bleed, and they don't seem inclined to stop there.”

i think the arena allowed them to do this, but they’ve been ready to go at each other like this for AGES. cause like, i want to go at my siblings like this sometimes. and then go watch tv together after

3. 😬😶 sirius just found out reg is a death eater

4. 😬😬 it was just revealed that reg did NOT in fact kill Coen. yikes dude

5. “"You're a fucking death eater?!" Sirius snarls as he dodges Yaxley's elbow.

"Yeah, it doesn't feel good, does it?!" Regulus snarls back ……

"How is this even comparable, you little shit?!"”

😭😭😭 plsss he’s so funny

6. damn, when sirius was fighting the others, he wasn’t going full force, cause he was having an emotional conversation. but he was still winning. and then he gets tired of fighting so he just in like two swift moves kills two people. jfc he’s scary.

7. “"I was going to lose James anyway, don't you get it?! I never even really got to have him! But you—I got you back. I had you back, and you took that from me. You weren't—you promised you wouldn't do that. How could you do that, after I—I begged you not to? And for what? Me? You think you did it for me? No, you did it for you. You tossed me aside, and it's not even the first time!"”

😧😧😧 holy shit, he just went right at it

8. “Grow up, Regulus."

"You won't let me!"”

😧 jaw on the freaking GROUND

9. jfc this fight is brutal. i think it would hurt less for them to just kill the other. cause like, these words hurt even ME

10. “"What I regret most isn't that you broke your promise, Sirius," Regulus continues. "It's that I wasted time caring enough to ask for a promise from you at all."”

yoooo wtf wtf wtf this HURTS

11. “”Let me guess, you told them only you could kill me? Something like that, yeah?"”

😭😭 sirius guessed it right and reg is like ‘😳 no…. i never said that. why would i say that?’

12. reg is like “😡😡😡 I HATE YOU” and sirius is like “liar ☺️”

13. i bet the entire hallow is on the edge of their seat watching this like the highest quality entertainment. no way has anything been this juicy in the arena for AGES

14. YOO WTF REG THATS OUT OF POCKET. HE JUST THREATENED TO HURT REMUS. MY DEAR, THATS YOUR FRIEND TOO! YOU CANT DO THAT!! LITTLE BITCH!

15. god, regulus is actually about to say it and just goes after regulus. like, hardly holding back. holy shit

16. “Sirius, for the first time, doesn't believe in his brother. Because Regulus wants to say Remus' name, and that would hurt Sirius more than dying by Regulus' hand.”

god, just stab me in the heart why don’t ya?

17. 😧 dagger raised above his head, ready to strike down in reg’s chest and just can’t. and then as he’s about to kill him, regulus says he loves sirius. good god, i’m actually crying so hard rn

18. “He can see it, suddenly. It does become clear, then, all at once. Regulus did trick him. He did fool him. Just not in the way Sirius was prepared for. He never imagined this at all.

Regulus never intended to go home.”

BAWLING LIKE A BIG BABY RN

19. “"Don't, please don't do this to me. Sirius, please just—please do it, or let me do it. Don't make me live without you, please don't, Sirius—””

YOU WOULD THINK THAT THE SADDEST THING HAS ALREADY BEEN SAID, BUT NO!!! IM SOBBING HARDER!! AND I HAVE A FINAL EXAM IN HALF AN HOUR

20. “It's horrible, because the arena has brought Regulus back to him twice, once when Regulus became a Victor and right this very second, but for Regulus, all the arena does is take Sirius away.”

BAWLING LIKE A BABY

21. oh SHIT james did not leave them a note this time

22. god, it hurts knowing that sirius doesn’t trust reg with a dagger. not because sirius is scared reg will turn on him, but that reg will kill himself

23. “"It has to be you, okay? It has to, because I don't want to go home if I'm not going home with you. I—I just don't see the point."”

that freaking HURTS

24. this entire chapter hurt like a fucking BITCH

#marauders #regulus black #jegulus #sirius black #crimson rivers

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now making it my life mission to spam your inbox with event requests 😇 (i'm aiming to request every single item you have on your post DJHDVWHJVWD) (so far so good 😏) (my love language is being an eternal pest 😚)

could i please request a “you and me, got a whole lot of history” for a little pjo/hoo found family moment? (like annabeth, percy, jason, leo, piper, frank, hazel, with nico + reyna mayhaps?) (and whoever else you think fits the bill!) i'm thinking they all have a movie night and leo brings his s/o and chaos ensues since none of them can be quiet during the movie. HOPEFULLY THAT MAKES SENSE 😭

BUT ANYWAYS! take your time my dear devoted delicate <3 I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT YA COOK UP 🍳 I LOVE U SO SO SO SO SO MUCH

sorry took me so long baby. please do this where are you you haven’t updated in two days- uhm... not wanna be pushy n all but have you seen the letter i wrote you? cuz u didn't say anything and that's so not eden-like............

⛧YOU AND ME, GOT WHOLE LOT OF HISTORY

“Leo’s bringing someone.” was the first sentence that Jason said when he entered Cabin 13, where all of their friends (except for said hephaestus boy) were waiting to start movie night. every single head turned to jason in a clear what the fuck look.

“what?” hazel and piper were the first to leave the stupor of the words that jason said, and both were equally shocked.

“i don’t know who. he just said he’d be bringing someone.” the blond boy said, leaving his contributions to movie night on top of nico’s headboard.

“but- how?” the ghost king asked, his jaw on the floor and his face paler than it usually was.

“again, i don’t-“

“i’m here, i’m here!” a little latino gremlin entered the cabin with a thud of the door on the wall, and everyone turned their heads to him, waiting to see if there was someone - anyone - there.

and, for everyone's surprise, there indeed was someone there. and you looked embarrassed, to say the very least.

leo had the biggest grin on his face, it was almost comical. "so, guys, this is y/n, my girlfriend." he dragged the word as if he wanted to make sure that everyone heard it. which was exactly what happened.

"hi." the girl said, waving at the nine other people in the room, which you recognized based on the directions that leo gave her. annabeth, the blonde with grey eyes. she's right beside percy, who'll probably be with something blue on his mouth. then there's hazel, the black girl with the pretty hair, frank, the asian baby. jason, blond with blue eyes and glasses. will, also blond with blue eyes but he's tanned. nico, short and white. reyna and piper look a lot like each other, but reyna is way taller.

"let's start the movie, shall we?" the latino boy said, pulling your hand as anyone could speake a single word.

as the movie went on, everyone couldn't seem to keep their mouths shut.

"how did you meet?"

"how can you stand him?"

"blink twice if you're being forced into this?"

but it was kinda funny. in the end, you got along really well with leo's friends, and the said boy almost passed out of embarrassment.

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pressure

pairing: rob x photographer!reader

warnings: overstimulation, rob pulls out, one spank, mentions of bruising, unprotected sex (wrap it up.)

note: so…. lot longer than expected… :c i Think next chapter may be the final one.. might do a little epilogue of them going to the movie premiere (like that idea ive mentioned twice) we’ll see…

word count: 10.6k

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | this is part 5!

———————♡

Stirring awake in the morning is.. nice. The clock ticking on the wall reads 8:34AM, morning traffic heard from the open window, a breeze coming in. You’re warm though, tucked in against Rob’s side with his arm around you.

Snuggled against Rob, in his bed.

You’re snuggling Rob right now.

Blinking, you shift, slowly trying to move back, eyes groggy. But his arm around your back tightens around you, tugging you in close again as he murmurs, “Stay.”

Pausing, you tense a little, lifting your head against his shoulder to peek up at him. Your cheeks flush with heat, so close you can see the small blemishes on his skin, his pores, the scar on the forehead. Laying your head back down, you’re more aware of how it feels to be pressed against him, how warm he is, but he seems so.. relaxed.

His hand on your back slides up, petting over your hair, his eyes remaining closed. He doesn’t seem to have a care in the world now that you’re here with him, so close, his head tilting to nuzzle against the top of your head. The touch instantly relaxes you, not as tense anymore. Eyes fluttering shut, you listen to the sound of cars honking their horns several levels below. The sun’s beginning to shine through the windows, just reaching the edge of his bed, casting a warm heat in the room.

You feel his blunt nails scratch over your scalp and oh, you’re a goner, slowly starting to drift back to sleep. Purring out a pleased noise, sleep finds both of you again for another two hours.

—

Eventually he wakes up again, the sound of his phone vibrating on the bedside table enough to make even me rouse a little. It’s one of his friends from their headquarters, one of the few people he willingly socializes with, calling to check on him after hearing what happened. He also gives an update on the search party, that they’ve contacted via radio and haven’t found anything yet but did find where you were camping, and that he has faith they’ll find the others.

You’re still half asleep as you faintly hear his friend talking over the phone, Rob’s hummed responses vibrating against you, your arm hugged over his chest.

“Hey, have you heard from Y/N? She doin’ okay?” His friend, Jacob, asks, “Miya wanted me to check on her too but- I don’t have her number.” Shifting against Rob, your legs stretch a little with a soft noise.

“She’s… here.” Rob answers softly, “She’s here with me.” He peeks down at you as you stretch, his heart melting, hand landing on the nape of your neck and brushing your hair away.

The touch tickles, blankets having moved off your legs, bare and tangled with him. Your skirts ridden up a little, good leg tossed over his lap. Nuzzling closer, you’re somewhere between dreamland and reality.

“She-..” Jacob pauses, before his tone turns teasing, “She’s at your place?”

A small smile tugs at Rob’s lips, but his eyes stay on you, “She’s in my bed actually.”

“You-” Jacob gawks a bit behind the phone, “In your bed? You? Rob, have a girl, Y/N, in your bed? With you?” He rambles, “Seriously?”

His smile grows as he fights the urge to laugh at his reaction. You’re still nuzzled into his chest, and his head moves to pet over your head again, “Yes, she’s here, and she’s in my bed with me.” He says plainly.

“Wh-.. when did this happen? Did you guys- y’know-?” He lowers his voice a little, teasing.

“No,” Rob answers, rolling his eyes, chuckling lightly. He wants to act casual about it, even though he feels similar to how Jacob is reacting. He honestly can’t believe you’re here too. “We just.. slept together. Not like that.”

“Oh my God,” Jacob responds, “I thought I’d see you eaten by a big cat before you cuddled with someone. Have I been missing something? Do you have a crush on her?” He blabs about, rattling off questions for his friend.

You shift, face burying into his neck, lips pressing against his skin as you inhale.

He chuckles again at Jacob’s reactions and they way he’s teasing. He could easily deny having feelings but.. That’d be a lie. “I.. might.” Is all he gives, “Can you blame me?”

“Shut up, really?” It’s almost like two girls gossiping with the way Jacob reacts, “Since fucking when? Is she- does she know?”

Rob sighs a little as his friend continues to get all giddy over this topic. He’s usually one to keep his emotions to himself, details of his life more private, “She… might have some sort of idea.”

“My lips are sealed dude, I promise. I seriously couldn’t picture you with anyone- sorry, that sounds kinda mean. But, y’know what I mean. Anyway, you just rest and I’ll keep you updated if we hear anything.” He laughs a little, clearly enjoying teasing Rob.

“You’re fine,” Rob muses softly, “And thank you, please let me know if anything happens.”

With a quick goodbye, Jacob hangs up. You shift against him again, pushing your face into his neck some more with a quiet noise. Rob’s smiling as he looks down at you, setting his phone aside,. He’s never felt so peaceful as he lays here now, hand caressing over your shoulder and neck. His hand lowers to pet over your waist, your hip, toying with the fabric of the skirt you wear, and as if the universe has perfect timing, your phone rings in your purse across the room, sat atop his dresser.

You don’t seem to wanna wake though, snuggling further into him with a complaining noise, making him chuckle softly, “Your phone is going off..” He mumbles, his thumb rubbing over the outside of your thigh.

Inhaling deeply and then sighing out, you reluctantly roll away and get up out of his bed, hair and clothes mused up, Tank top riding up on your waist, skirt wrinkled, you reach his dresser and dig in your bag for your phone, seeing your mom calling as the ringing ends. Silence lingers for just a moment before it rings again, what you expected, and answering with a slight clearing of your throat, “Hello?”

Rob can’t help but smile as he watches you get out of bed, seeing your body in such a natural state, so damned gorgeous… He rolls onto his side, sitting up on an elbow, listening to you talk.

“Yeah.. no I’m alright. Yeah.” Sitting down on the edge of his bed, back to him, you talk quietly. Rob can faintly hear a womans voice over the phone, “No I’m- I can tell you about it later.”

Sounds like your mom must be worried, as you reassure her. He watches as you sit up a bit straighter, trying to stretch out your back, muscles sore. “Yeah.. no I don’t know when I’m coming home yet. I always tell you the same thing, it just depends.”

Seeing your actions, he scoots closer until he’s behind you, sat up, his hand landing between your shoulder blades as he mumbles, “Y’okay..? Where’s it hurt?”

You use your good hand to gesture back to your shoulder blades, continuing to speak to your mom, “I know mama but I tell you everytime and you always forget.” His hand starts to rub gently, knuckles going in circles against your back, working slow to hopefully ease some of your pain. He listens intently, hearing the exasperation in your tone when you’re talking to her, making him smile a little.

“I know, I know. Yeah I will. No I didn’t get anything for his birthday yet it’s not for another month- I do *not* put things off until last minute.” You groan, as she begins going on a tangent you won’t get out of. The light massage helps, making your eyes flutter.

Rob makes an amused sound at your words, smiling “Mama-.. yes I know, it’s the 18th. Yes.” Rubbing your hand over your eyes, you sigh, “Did you call just to aggravate me?” He can hear the slight humor in your tone, not really angry.

Rob leans in, nosing at your bare shoulder. Your hand comes back to swat at him playfully, “Stop, I”ll be back by then and I’ll have everything I need, okay? I promise.”

He leans back in again, amused, listening some more as his lips graze your skin, “Yes, yes I’ll call you when I know when I’ll be coming home. Yeah.. okay.. mhmm..”

“She still goin’ on?” He mumbles, lightly kissing a bruise on your shoulder blade, grinning. Another swat at him.

“Yeah mama, I know. I’ll check on it. I know.. okay… I love you.. yeah, bye.” Finally hanging up, you exhale, glancing down to your phone to see any other notifications you have. You’re torn between turning to him or leaning away.

He keeps his eyes on you, breath fanning out over your skin, bringing his chin just above your shoulder, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you mutter back softly, eyes closed now. You can feel how much closer he gets, the feeling much more intimate.

“You sure?”

“Mm.. yeah.” Swallowing, your cheeks flush with heat, almost too bashful to turn and really face him. His hand has moved down your back, rubbing lightly, leaning in a little more so you feel him exhale against your ear.

“Are you really sure?”

You sense that, this time, he’s asking for consent. For.. this, as his lips graze your neck. You shudder despite the warmth coming from the open window, “..yeah.”

He shifts a little closer, so close his chest is almost against your back, hand planted flat on your tank top, fingertips brushing your skin between your shoulder blades. He noses at your neck, the edge of your jaw, “Can I..?”

The hand that was holding himself up on the bed moves, his body sitting up more for balance as it comes up to turn your jaw towards him, now looking at him, “Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes fluttering open with the move, you stare back at him. You feel your heart beat just a bit faster, “I-.. yeah.”

You barely finish the word before his lips claim your own, and he pulls you closer with his hands wrapping around you. The gentleness and delicacy of this kiss is what sends shivers down your spine, moaning against his mouth. His tongue sweeps out, licking against your lower lip, testing the waters for permission. Leaning back into the bed, he pulls you with him to rest on him, letting you adjust to get comfortable.

One of your hands finds his forearm, the one not bandaged, just holding gently for support. You easily kiss back, letting him take control as your lips part. He lets his tongue slip past your lips, hand moving to the back of your head. He wants to kiss you longer, wants to pull you closer and closer, heat curling in his gut. His mouth never pulls away, claiming yours and all you can do is whine against him. The noises are muffled against his kiss, your hands finding the front of his tank top, grasping at the fabric as you bring your legs back up on the bed slowly, leaning into him.

Arousal swirls in your veins, you don’t remember the last time someone kissed you like this, if ever, so gently like you’re made of glass and they want nothing more than to break you. His other hand is on your back again, fingers running up and down slowly, He pulls back ever so slightly, panting, lips brushing against yours. The feeling of your breath fanning over his lips, eyes lidded, skin heating up, he can’t get enough.

Leaning in again, you sigh contentedly into another kiss. You aren’t extremely experienced in this department, and it’s almost like he can tell, the thought sparking arousal in him. Panting softly to get air in between kisses, he groans out, fingers bunching against your tank top. Your good hand is flat on the bed for support, the other grabbing at his shirt. A whine is pulled from you at the feeling, the sound of his happy groan making a throb start in your clit, desperate.

You’ve never been kissed so.. greedily, yet filled with need.. care. He pulls away a little, just enough to let you breathe properly, eyes lidded as he stares up at you. He can see the flush on your face, feel your heart pounding. He just stares at you, gaze so heated before leaning in again, kissing you deeper this time. His tongue licks over yours, gasping softly, hand coming up to cradle your face. Pulled halfway onto his chest, you have no choice but to kiss back, whining again.

He pulls back just enough to swallow, panting softly, “Fuck..” The noises you make have his cock swelling, a different kind of heat compared to the open window being felt. His swear has a whimper forming in your throat, because God you didn’t think kissing could feel that good. Your senses are overwhelmed, an incessant throbbing between your legs as you drop your forehead to his collarbones.

He hums a soft noise, a little ‘hmm’, as you shift your body to have your leg over his, the brace on your knee pressing into the bed lightly. His thigh between your legs pushes against your clit, skirt riding up over your ass whilst his greedy hands feel at your skin, one hand tangling in your hair to pull you into another kiss. Moaning, his hips buck up, slowly, other hand on the small of your back hiking your skirt up some more.

Another full on whimper escapes you, heart pounding and hips naturally rolling down in search of that same friction again, “Mm-”

You’re already embarrassingly wet, slick pooling in your panties as he uses the hand on your back to slide down and urge your hips to rut against his thigh. He’s starting to ache, all blood rushing south as your hip bone pushes against his lap. The only thing on his mind right now is how much he wants you.. and making sure it’s what you want too.

Rob feels your nails press into his shoulder, the good one, grabbing onto his flesh as a lewd slick noise sounds from your kissing. Teeth catch your lower lip, tugging and letting go and his tongue licks over yours once more, taking away your breath.

Your muscles ache with every movement, but you don’t care, too occupied with getting more of this feeling, more of him. Grinding down harder, you mumble his name into the kiss, panting, skin warm. The little whines and breaths you give have him rock hard, his hand sliding to cup over your ass in a tight grip, pulling you down against him.

He pulls away from the kiss, and your head drops into his neck, whining and rolling down onto him at a slow pace, thighs spreading further, panting to catch your breath, overwhelming arousal flooding your senses. “You okay? We can stop..” He pants softly, voice gentle. He doesn’t want to stop, but he’s gotta know your boundaries.

Your lips part against his neck, breathing heavy, answering with a slight shake of your head “No I’m-.. ‘m okay.. just.. not used to this..” you admit.

He smiles a little at the admission, rubbing his hand over the curve of your asscheek, caressing gently, “Can I kiss you again?” The feeling of your body pressed on his is making him dizzy with desire. The flush of your skin, the sound of your breathing, all so intoxicating..

Shifting a little, your movements cause you to push on his thigh some more, causing a moan to fall from your lips, the sound tapering into a laugh at his question, nosing up his jaw as you lift your head, “Mm.. yeah.”

His own hips jolt up, giving a little pleased noise himself. He leans his head down, lips connecting with yours again. One hand on your head, the other on your ass. He doesn’t ever want this to end, licking over your tongue, forcing your lips to part with his, urging you to grind on him like a couple of needy teenagers. He didn’t want to rush this but he isn’t sure how much he can hold back.

It feels like all your limbs are turning to jelly, pussy throbbing just from the muffled noises he makes against your lips. You whine louder and he actually growls, causing a shudder of arousal to shoot up your spine and your knees spread wider. Your nose nudges against his as you tilt your head, desperate, almost drooling against his lips.

His hands find your waist, tugging you up his body a little as he disconnects from your lips with a slick noise and finds your neck, mouthing at it hotly. Tongue darting out, he licks over the sensitive skin, oh God, your nails dig into his shoulder again, grabbing on and he knows he’s found a good spot, a strained noise escaping you. Your thighs try to press together on instinct but they just squeeze Rob’s leg, making him grunt. You smell so good to him, something sweet, like a sugary perfume.

His own breath stutters at the realization, listening to your whines and whimpers, hands sliding down over your ass, “Can I mark you?” He murmurs against your skin.

If you weren’t wet before, you are now. A fresh wave of arousal pools down to your clit, soaking the fabric of your panties. Swallowing, your head tries to drop into his neck but a hand raises to keep it up, “Yeah,” it’s breathy, “please.”

A low, guttural groan comes from his chest as he hears the little plea, cock twitching. He noses against your jaw, licking before kissing beneath it, lips moving down to the base of your neck. They find the junction of shoulder and neck, sucking there. That spot causes a chain reaction, your back arching, nails scratching skin, hips bucking down onto his thigh, “Rob-”

He growls again hearing his own name, the desperation in your tone, his hand on the back of your neck. He bites a little and you nearly go limp against him, his own hips rutting up with a sigh through his nose.

Rob finally rolls you both over, gentle, being sure to support you as he lays you back and hovers overtop. The movement pulls a short squeal from you, face flushing in embarrassment, His one hand keeps him held up as the other cradles your face, diving back in for another searing kiss as his hips meet yours. This time you can feel how hard he is, thin layers of clothing separating you two.

Hands grasp onto his biceps, thighs parting around his hips, his knees spread, pushing into the bed and underneath your thighs, helping support your aching knee. It pulls another louder moan from you, breaking the kiss to toss your head back and gasp, “Rob-”

He immediately moves down to your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin whilst his hand moves from your face to your waist. You skirts ridden up, bunched at your hips, tank top exposing your navel. His facial hair tickles your skin, lips no doubt sucking little marks that will form within minutes. He bites down again on another spot and it pulls a plea from you, “Rob.. Rob-nnh-”

The sound of your voice has him throbbing, hips grinding down, clothed cock pressing against your clit so deliciously. If he peeks down he can see how soaked you are, panties darkened with slick. “D’you want me to do more?” He pants, his own cheeks a bit flush.

You whimper breathily and nod, eyes lidded, “God- please.” Your hands roam his arms, one over his good shoulder to feel at his back. His hips roll down again, lips kissing at your neck gently, feverishly. They ghost over your collarbones, sucking lightly, kissing at the top of your chest. His hand slides down, sitting up on his knees to find the hem of your tank top and push it up.

Arching to help him, the garment is tossed to the side on his floor, revealing your plain bra. He groans though, hands roaming over your torso, feeling up over your skin and then grasping at your tits over the fabric. Leaning back down, his lips find the top of your tits, mouthing hotly at the skin, humming in content whilst you whine and toss your head back.

His lips move down, and when they reach your belly button he kisses around it, lips exploring every inch of your skin. The muscles tense as he does so, squirming around against his bed, hips trying to roll up for friction. As he moves lower, your hands tangle into his hair, “Please…”

His hand reaches and rubs over your stomach, before both hands slip behind your back and undo the clasp of your bra, slipping the article from you and tossing it aside with your tank top. His fingertips leave goosebumps in their wake as his hands slip around again, grasping at your now bare breasts, thumbs swiping over your nipples and pulling a whimper from you.

“You’re so pretty,” his nose nudges against your navel, muscles in his arms bulging, “never seen anyone so beautiful.”

Heat coats your face at his words, averting your eyes to the side with another whine, pressing your lips together. One hand tightens in his hair a little, tangled in the soft brown locks with need.

Feeling your soft flesh is like heaven to him, massaging your tits in slow circles and pinching at the peaks of your nipples, grinning to himself. He sits back up, pulling away, grunting as he tugs his shirt off to leave his upper half bare. It joins the other clothes on the floor before he lays back over you, lips finding your neck as he rolls his hips down.

Whimpering at the sight of him, a desperate noise leaving you, your arms loop around his shoulders, hips bucking up to meet his. He groans at the feeling, nipping at your skin, whilst you feel embarrassingly close to an orgasm already. The coil pulls tighter and tighter, making you pant, “Rob-!”

His breath catches as you whine his name, arms caging you in, one hand ghosting down over one of your boobs like life support. Little love bites litter your neck now, left behind by his suckling. Gasping softly and huffing a strained noise, you try to warn him, “Rob- mm, ‘m gonna..oh God-” Your legs tense, feeling weak.

Rob’s cock absolutely throbs at your words, humming a content noise against your skin with panting breaths, “Go on, cum for me.” He’s practically begging, voice rough.

That’s all it takes, overwhelmed. His pleading tone, his hand massaging over your chest, kissing your skin, aching cock grinding into you. The coil snaps and you cum, tensing before your legs shake, trembling. A gasping moan leaves you before panting out hard, stuttered noises sounding with each exhale, “Oh- mm-! Rob, Rob-” Your arms tighten around his neck, one hand tangled in his hair tightly.

The feeling of you losing yourself under him, because of him, has him groaning, sucking a mark above your collarbone. His cock aches as he cums in response, rutting down against you and making a sticky mess in his boxers. His hand holding him up curls into the blankets, trembling.

The moment calms down as you both pant, your hands smoothing over his biceps and his lips gently pressing against your neck, hair falling in his eyes. He flops to the side, arms pulling you in close against his chest, groaning softly. You’re both warm with a light layer of sweat, your head nuzzling into his neck. Your skirt and underwear feel sticky, like too much fabric, but you can’t do anything about it now, letting out a weak moan.

His hand grazes the skin of your back, up and down, slowly breathing normal again as you both calm down from your orgasms. If he focuses enough, your hair smells like.. strawberries? Must be your shampoo. The traffic below slowly filters back in to your senses, heat breezing in from the window.

“That was..” You swallow, eyes closed, “nice..”

Rob huffs a small chuckle at ‘nice’, thinking it was much more than that. He tilts down to kiss your head, “You okay?”

“Mmm..” You hum in affirmation, nodding a little against his neck. “You ruined my skirt..”

He chuckles again, “Sorry.. it was worth it.”

The response pulls a giggle out of you, “I don’t think you’re sorry.”

He noses at your hair, “I’m sorry about ruining your skirt. I’ll get you a new one.” He’s grinning, obviously not feeling bad about it at all.

Giggling again, you’ve finally caught your breath, sliding off of him a little to just lay on your side beside him. He rolls to face you, tugging you back in, not wanting to be too far away. His lips find your forehead.

Your eyes flicker up, looking at his face, flushed still. He grins down at you, before leaning down to connect your lips. It’s much softer than the one.. what? Twenty minutes ago? Gentle, slow, sighing contentedly through your nose as your eyes close. It’s tender, and he lets his tongue swipe in to explore your mouth again, slowly.

Slow and purposeful, he kisses you. One hand cradling your head, the other one your back. There’s no rush, no urgency, just a deep sense of connection between you two. Your own thumb brushes along his jaw, feeling the soft facial hair there. Squirming, that slick sensation comes back between your thighs, making you flush with embarrassment.

He pulls away, eyes fluttering open, his own cheeks a bit warm as he cradles your face in both hands, “Okay?”

“Uh-..” Flushed, your eyes dart to his lips and over his other facial features, “like I said you uh… ruined my skirt- it’s just a bit… y’know.. sticky.” You clear your throat a little.

He grins, a slight smirk on his face, “I’m sorry about that sweetheart.” His hands slide down to your ass as his nose nudges yours, “I can help take care of that.” Once more, his lips find yours, taking control.

“Mm-!” Your own hands hold the sides of his face, fingertips pressing into his hairline. He grips hard at your flesh, massaging over your ass and making you muffle a whine against his lips. They slip away to trail down your neck again, licking, suckling. “You just-.. have really good stamina or what?”

It comes out breathy, making him laugh against you, hands urging you down again because he’s still hard. The sound of your voice is enough to spark that desire in his once again. The warmth of your skin, he wants to explore every inch of your body. A little whiny noise is pulled from you with the way his fingers press into your skin, grabbing and kneading the plump flesh. “You just make me feel so good, I can’t help it..” he says, voice low and husky.

His hands just barely brush against a bruise on your thigh, making you jolt, causing your hips to roll down with a whine, “Rob..”

When he hears you whine his name like that, a guttural growl escapes his chest. He leans in to kiss you again, hands grasping the backs of your thighs to tug you closer. A whimper is pulled from you as he growls, muffled by his lips as you kiss back. Panting ever so softly, mumbling against his lips, “I like when mmm, when y’do that..”

Those words make him want to just finally fuck you, right here and now. He groans, pressing you back into the bed as his lips trail down to the valley between your tits. Your hands find the pillow beneath your head as he explores you, his lips hungrily searching for more, leaving little marks where he pleases. He goes lower, kissing over your stomach, ghosting over your sides, facial hair tickling against you. At one point you do giggle, the sound tapering off into a whine as his tongue licks over your navel.

Rob moves past your skirt, over your thighs and kisses at the slightly bruised skin, almost apologetic. They part naturally for his body to fit right between them, fingers trailing over your hips, holding onto you. He can practically feel the heat radiating off of you, lips slowly moving towards your clothed pussy. The fabric is soaked in your cum, and the mere sight makes his cock throb.

His hands hike your skirt up, fully exposing your panties, cute cotton ones with a lacey waistband. Your head lolls to the side, eyes falling closed, squirming desperately for friction, “Rob..” Seems your favorite word is his name.

Rob curls his fingers into your waistband, tugging your underwear off of you. As he leans back down, his hands glide along your skin, eyes focused on your center. He groans, seeing just how soaked you are, skin slick. His own desire wells up, lips finding the junction of your navel and thigh, mouthing at the heated skin. Whining, you reach down and tangle your hands into his hair.

Feeling motivated by your actions, eyes dark with lust as he looks up at you, he brings a hand up to feel how wet you are. The action makes you jolt, proper contact sending your senses reeling, gasping at the pad of his middle finger circles over your clit before sliding down over your hole, feeling the slick pooling there.

“Oh- Rob,” your legs squirm, back arching a little, everytime his finger rubs up over your swollen clit you jolt as if you’ve touched a live wire. He brings another down, rubbing two in slow circles as his tongue licks over your hip, moving closer and closer. He wants you to be satisfied, to give you exactly what you want.

He’s speeding up a little, adding pressure over your slippery clit, and it makes you gasp again, “Nnnh- Rob.. ple- mm, please..” You’re pleading now, starting to pant a little. It’s difficult to stay still, hips rolling into his touch.

He knows just how sensitive you are, clit swollen and slick with your own cum, making his mouth water. His other hand shifts to your hip, holding you down lightly, “I got you.. just relax and lemme take care of you..” he mumbles, pressing a chaste kiss to your hipbone.

Eyes fluttering at his voice, how sweet he sounds, you whine, “Mmm-hah.. ‘m sensitive..”

“I know.. I know.. but it feels so good, doesn’t it?” He grins, slipping his fingers down and ghosting over your entrance, barely pushing it before sliding back up to your clit.

They move in faster circles causing you to jolt, whimpering as your eyes squeeze shut, hands leaving his hair to grasp at the sheets. “Yeah,” you gasp quietly, moaning out loud, “I wanna-.. wanna feel you.”

He doesn’t think he can get any harder, throbbing in his sweats. Fueled by desire, he leans down and presses an open mouthed kiss to your clit.

Squealing a moan, your hands fly to his hair again. They tangle into the locks, grasping tightly that it hurts his scalp a little as your heels press into the bed, arching up. “Oh my- fucking- Rob!”

He feels your thighs almost clamp on his head, tongue gliding down and flattening on your pussy as he explores all of it, groaning against you and sending vibrations up your spine. His hands twist under your thighs, latching onto the outsides of them to keep you still, practically making out with your pussy, eyes lidded. His tongue flicks up over your clit, lips latching around it to kiss at it.

Writhing around, your head tosses back, whining, “Rob- mm-! Stop I’m.. I can’t, I wanna feel you,” you plead. Your muscles already feel weak, previous orgasm has them like jelly and you’re eager to have him fuck you properly.

Rob’s greedy though, suckling at your clit, flattening his tongue to lick down over your entrance and pulling away to take in air before repeating the process, his own cheeks flush red. He doesn’t want to stop, obsessed with the way you taste and feel, fingertips pressing into your skin. Reluctantly, he forces himself to pull away, chin and facial hair wet with your cum. He crawls back up over you, kissing up way up, before meeting your lips, mumbling, “Want me to fuck you?”

You can taste yourself on his lips, making you moan because oh my God you’d be embarrassed if it weren’t so damn hot. Your hands find his waist, grasping at his bare skin, trying to push at the waistband of his sweatpants, “Please..”

He sits up a bit, helping you, his own breath heavy as pushes both sweats and boxers off his body. He’s so fucking hot, naked, cock heavy and fucking achingly hard as he lays his body over yours, nosing at your jaw, his cock nudging against your clit, “I’ve wanted you for so God damn long..”

Your knees bend, thighs pressing against his hips. Whining, you curl your arms around his neck, feeling his bare back and being mindful of the bandage as your face flushes, “I’ve-.. me too..” you whisper and then blurt quickly, “want you.. not-.. me.” You clarify as if it’s actually needed. Lord you’re embarrassing yourself now.

He laughs softly, chuckling at your words. Even just being able to laugh in this moment makes his desire spike through the roof, kissing along your jaw to your chin, eyes lidded as he focuses on your face. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he says between his little kisses.

He rolls his hips down, cock dragging over you. between your lower lips and coating himself in your slick, “Since..” your eyes flutter, making it difficult to speak, “since when?”

Rob’s breath hitches a little, because honestly, he isn’t sure. He wishes he could pinpoint the exact moment he became infatuated with you, but he just can’t remember.. not feeling this way. “I don’t know.. I think I’ve felt like this for a long time.” He admits, nose bumping into yours as he smiles a little.

His lips meet yours again, passionately, grinding down against you for much needed friction, one hand sliding down your stomach. “Easy.. just a little, okay?” His kisses down your neck, his fingers toying at your entrance before pushing one in, nice and slow. It makes you whine, almost delirious with arousal as he preps you, thick fingers stretching you out.

Another one for a minute, before he nudges a third but you interrupt with begging, “Please.. please.”

He knows what you’re asking for, and doesn’t want to hold out any longer. He swoops down to steal another kiss, fingers pulling out of you and spreading your slick all over his cock with a breathy groan, grinding down as he guides himself into you.

Despite what he really wants to do, he goes slow, gentle to let you ease into the stretch. And God is it a stretch. Thick, pushing in so slow it makes your toes curl and a whiny noise escape you, gasping around moans as your hands grab onto his biceps, “Oh my- God.”

You’re so fucking warm, dripping along his cock and down his balls, making his own spine tingle as his hips push flush to yours. Knees push into the bed, thighs sprawled over his lap as he grunts again, “You okay?”

All your limbs feel like jelly, heart pounding in your chest, but you nod, “Mhmm… oh my God-” You’re whimpering, nails digging into his skin. He reaches so deep, just all the right places your fingers normally don’t find, back arching.

His head tilts up to kiss you on the forehead, an intimate touch, adjusting himself before starting to move. It’s slow at first, almost torture as he drags his cock along your walls, just out to the tip and pushing flush to you again, a lewd slick noise between your bodies. He has to rest his forehead on your collarbones, growling again as he speeds up, hips smacking into yours with sharp slaps.

You’re delirious with pleasure, nuzzling against his hair, grabbing at him anywhere you can. You’re squeezing him so nicely it makes his head spin, lips peppering kisses on your skin where he can reach, a hand moving down to grab at your ass, hauling you up further into his lap, “God you feel fuckin’ good.”

The praise has your already hot cheeks reddening further, a pitiful whimper sounding from you. Your tits bounce with his hard thrusts, and he suddenly finds interest in them as he licks, tongue flattening over one of your nipples as his free hand grabs the other.

“Right there- right..nnnhah-” You can barely even speak, squealing little noises and whimpers, sweat coating your skin.

“There?” He pants, keeping that same angle and pounding into you a bit harder, before moaning your name against your skin with a curse.

Another orgasm is already right there for you, creeping up at an alarming rate, “Rob- nnngh! Rob, Rob,” your hands grab at his hair, his bicep, squeezing and gripping hard, pussy clenching around him.

“Give it, fuck, give it to me, c’mon,” he groans, suckling your nipple back into his mouth, tongue laving over the peak. His pubic bone keeps smacking on your clit with each thrust, sending you over the edge with a second orgasm.

Thighs trembling against your will, you cum, squealing a cry against the top of his head, holding on for dear life. Rob’s growling, pulling out just to spill his cum all over your pussy and stomach.

You’re beyond sensitive, even the feeling of his cum dripping down your cunt is enough to make arousal shock through you. Your nails have left red marks on his arm, panting hard as your heart pounds in your ears. You’re mindlessly kissing his shoulder, where his neck begins, because oh God you bit him as you came.

He still grinds against you, smearing cum into your skin as he shakes, your own body barely cooperating. “God..” he murmurs, nosing at your neck, “you are so..” He can’t even seem to find proper words, trailing off into another groan.

You lick over the bite mark, kissing it, eyes lidded as your body tries to calm down. Hands splaying over his back, faint red welts in spots from your nails, you turn your head to try and meet his lips in a kiss. He obliged happily, kissing back with a sigh through his nose.

It’s sloppy, slow and uncoordinated as you’re both coming down from second highs. You whimper as his hips move, pushing his cock against your entrance and he grins a little, “Sensitive, huh?”

“Oh shut u-ah!” He grinds down again, your nails pressing into his arms before one of your hands smacks at him, albeit lightly.

He chuckles, hands moving to grab your arms and lightly hold them to the bed beside your head, grinning down at you as he grinds his cock down again, head catching on your clit. Gasping out a pitiful noise, you complain again, “Rob- I ca-nngh, can’t..” your thighs involuntarily shake, parted around his hips.

He pushes right back in, slow, slick with his cum and yours in a mess that drips down your skin. The sight of you trembling under his body is too much, his heart pounding steadily. He tightens the grasp on your wrists a little, cheeky, knowing exactly what he’s doing. Your body is on fire, head tossing back uselessly, gasping and stuttering little noises as he moves in and out of your already oversensitive pussy at a slow pace. “Rob- if you.. keep, ‘m gonna..” you can’t even string words together, hands wiggling in his hold.

“Gonna what?” he grins, panting softly, thrusting just a bit faster and rolling his hips down at just the right angle. Head dipping down by your ear, he teases as he repeats, “Gonna what?”

Your lower lip wobbles as you whimper, clenching tightly around him as you try to hold back your orgasm. Your heels dig into the bed, knees bent, trembling and trying to decide whether you want to push down or pull back, “‘m too sensitive.. sto-mmm-!”

“No I don’t think I will,” he whispers, groaning a little as he moves a bit faster again. He can feel you squeezing around him, cunt rhythmically clenching with your pleasure. You can barely move, forced to take the overstimulating pleasure with whines, chest heaving.

“Rob-”

His lips find your neck, biting lightly, “*What?*”

You don’t get to answer his taunting question as you squeal out a cry, hands wiggling in his grasp as you orgasm again. It’s drawn out of you so slow, bordering on painful as your hips kick up against him. Practically crying with the intensity of it, you push your face into his neck, hands curling into fists.

“God that’s good, that’s it..” Rob growls, hips rolling down nice and slow, cock slick with your cum, “Easy..”

Your body writhes, shaking under his ministrations, “Stop, stop please I can’t..” you whine, “can’t take anymore.”

His hips slow to a halt, buried to the hilt as his lips pepper kisses along your neck, shushing softly, “Shh shh, you're fine.. let it come down naturally..”

Lidded eyes fall closed, rolling back as you pant hard. Thank God he slows down, because you feel like your nerves are made up of live wires. Every mere touch has your body jolting, giving a pathetic moan in response.

He stays still though, grinning, lips traveling up to your cheek, “Shh.. just breathe, I've got you..”

Meeting his lips for a slow kiss, only interrupted by a few whines as he finally pulls out of you. All your limbs feel like jelly, too weak to move. He keeps you close though, letting go of your wrists, petting over your cheek as he coos reassurance, “Easy..”

You pant for a few more moments before giggling breathlessly, “You’re talking to me like.. ‘m some feral animal..”

“Oh, and you’re not a feral animal?” he says teasingly, playful, “Here I thought you were the one who bit me.”

“I did no-..” You pause, looking up at him, “Shut up.”

He chuckles a laugh, laying down on his side and pulling you close to him, hand rubbing over your back, “Well I think it was very rude of you, so now you’ll have to make it up to me.”

“I think the orgasm you forced out of me made up for it.” You mutter, closing your eyes, basking in the sunlight that shines in over the bed, “Besides, you liked it.”

He laughs again, hand trailing over your skin, “Me liking it is hardly the point,” he muses. Even though you’ve had your fill, he can’t help but want more, you’re so pretty laid in front of him.

“I can not go again… I think I’ll faint,” You groan, swatting a lazy hand at his chest.

He slides his hand up to your arm, giving a light squeeze, “Just a little bit? Just for a little while?” He plays, obviously teasing.

“I’ll kick you in the nuts.”

He laughs louder and catches the hand you swat at him again, leaning down to nose at your neck, “Yeah, as if you can even move right now.”

Tilting your head away to he has room, sighing out at your eyes close again, “I can’t even feel my legs.”

“Exactly, your legs don’t work right now.” He mumbles, kissing lightly at your heated flesh, “So why don’t you let me have my fun for a while?”

“You’re a dick.” You give your own breathless laugh, shoving a hand at his bare chest.

Grinning wide, he grabs your wrist again, leaning over you more to kiss at your neck, “And you’re cute when you’re grumpy.”

Giggling again, you stretch your legs out with a groan. The sun is warm, illuminating the bed and warming your already sweaty bodies. Rolling onto your side to face him, eyes closed as you get comfy, honestly ready to go back to sleep.

Rob’s smiling down at you, bringing a hand up to pet your hair from your face, looping his other arm underneath your head as a little pillow to have you close. “Comfy?” A kiss lands on your forehead.

“Mm..” Your heart pounds in your chest for a different reason now, because you just.. had sex. You remember his sweet words, and he was so gentle.. “I really like you.” It comes blurted out before you can even think, eyes still closed and you almost grimace at how.. foreign the words feel on your tongue.

Something changes in his expression, softens, smiling down at you. “Oh do you?” He muses softly, hand tracing over your cheek, but there’s something else in his tone now.. happiness, excitement maybe? He leans in and presses another sweet kiss to your forehead, “I really like you too.”

For half a moment you were horrified of rejection, getting kicked out, but.. he returns the sentiment. Nuzzling closer, wrapping an arm over his torso, feeling at his back, you snuggle into his chest.

“This is nice..” he murmurs softly, content, one hand idly playing with your hair.

Humming in agreement, you’re nearly ready to fall asleep again. He seriously wore you out, and if you think on it too much your face will start to flush again. You aren’t worried about it much though, as you’re so drowsy you’re starting to fall back asleep.

He doesn’t move a muscle, simply enjoying the moment and affection, nuzzling against your head as he yawns himself. Within minutes, both of you are back to cat napping in the sun, ambient noise of traffic and the breeze drifting away.

—

A little while after noon if when you wake again, rolling onto your back with a slight moan, blinking. Rob’s still asleep, arm tossed over you, not wanting to lose the sensation of you or let you go even in his sleep. He mumbles a noise at the movement, but stays asleep. You can’t help but stare, admiring him. The scars on his forehead, hair loose and tucked behind his ear. You’ll have to remember to ask about his scars, how he got those two.

After everything that happened earlier, you feel a bit more confident in yourself, enough to lean up and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

That seems to wake him up slightly, eyes fluttering a little. His arm tightens around you, the other shifting under your head and looping around your back, tugging you closer as he rolls onto his back. Hauled halfway onto his chest, you giggle quietly at his mid sleep antics. Resting a palm on his chest, thin sheets tangled with your legs, you tilt up to press another kiss to his lips.

He grumbles a noise, arms tightening again as his eyes begin to flutter open, “Morning..” he mumbles groggily, tilting his head down towards you.

Smiling up at him, “It’s actually 12:30.” You inform, finger tracing circles on his skin.

He grins at your correction, eyes blinking as they come to focus. Your legs are tangled with his, finger still moving on his chest. You just admire him as he does the same to you, and you flush a bit. Afterall, you’re laid in bed with the man you’ve had a crush on for who knows how long, after we spent the night together, albeit innocently besides this morning..

“Y’know..” you mumble, eyes looking at a little mole beneath his collarbone, “I don’t.. remember having any nightmares last night.. no.. dinosaur growling around the corner..” There’s that friendly reminder that the entire point of you staying was so you’d both feel safer.

“What a coincidence..” he chuckles, shifting to pull you a bit closer, “I didn’t either. I had quite a few good dreams though,“ he grins.

That makes a small laugh sound from you, lowering your forehead onto his collarbones for a moment before lifting your head again, “Shut up you pervert.. I didn’t imagine you to be so.. pervy.”

He shakes his head slightly at your playful words, rubbing a hand over your shoulder, “Oh yeah? You didn’t realize? Maybe this big tough zoologist is a lot more perverted than you thought.” He teases in return, shifting so one of his legs is in between yours.

“Big tough zoologist,” you laugh, burying your face into his neck, giggling. “You are kinda scary sometimes, you used to really intimidate me.”

“Did I? Good.. maybe I should go back to being intimidating then.” He grins, tone playful, “Oh no, scary zoologist, I’m gonna eat you up.”

Bursting into giggles, laughing against his neck, “Shut up! It’s true! I remember when I was too nervous to even talk to you.”

“Really?” He hums, “I had no idea. So, you used to be scared of me?” His voice is playful as he asks this, squeezing you closer, “How’d you get over it?”

Keeping your head laid on his chest, cheek pressed to his skin, you shrug. “I dunno.. just. Ended up being put on more expeditions with you and each time I liked you more..” You admit, tone sheepish.

He smiles bright at the confession though, “So you were just secretly falling for me more and more?” He’s trying not to sound too happy about this, but he is.

Whining into his neck, “You’re embarrassing me.”

“Am I?” He’s clearly enjoying this. “Did you keep thinking about me back at camp?”

“Shut up I’m not talking about this.” You retort, whining some more.

Although it is kinda romantic. It reminds you of a grumpy and sunshine trope, slowly falling for each other over the course of expeditions and working together. This last trip really just.. added fuel to the fire.

“Mm..” he hums teasingly, grinning. “Oh I think you have a lot to tell me. Let me guess.. ou used to fall asleep thinking about me. Dreaming about me,” he muses, a mischievous look on his face.

“I did not! I don’t have time to listen to this.” You move to roll off of him.

He doesn’t let you though, hooking his arm around you to keep you against his front, “Uh uh, we’re not done.” He’s having way too much fun bantering with you.

“Leave me alone.” You whine, wiggling atop him.

He wraps both arms around you, grinning, “Nope. Not gonna happen,” hugging you tight, there’s a glint in his eyes, like a predator with a catch, “Besides, you have to tell me about your naughty dreams about me.”

“I did not have naughty dreams about you, you pervert. You wish.” You mutter back.

“Oh really?” He hums, rubbing his hands over your back. “So what, you just fall asleep perfectly, innocently thinking about me?”

“Mhm.” You know he’s just teasing, but you are quite embarrassed, so to distract hopefully, you tilt your head down and press an open mouthed kiss at the base of his neck.

He groans softly, head tilting back, hands tightening on you as you tongue grazes his skin. “Mm.. oh, that’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?” You mumble innocently, slowly pressing kisses up his neck in a trail. You hand is still flat on his chest for support, eyes lidded. This is the first time you initiate something between you two, not him kissing you, but the other way around. That thought alone has him groaning again, breath hitching.

“That..” he actually sounds as if he’s whining, “stop that,” though he’s clearly enjoying himself.

Giggling against his neck, peppering some light kisses there, “‘m not doin’ nothin’.. I dunno what y’mean..”

He feels his cock stir, heat clouding his head as his hands roam over your sides. “Oh, you know exactly what you’re doing,” he murmurs.

“Do not.” You argue back, continuing the slow, sweet kisses. Suckling lightly at his skin each time, you move up to his jaw.

His eyes flutter and he hums, hands squeezing your sides more, “Mmm.. knock it off.”

So you listen, grinning, “Okay.”

He chuckles, the sound reverberating beneath you, “You know exactly how to push my buttons. Don’t do that.” He grins, still keeping you close.

“Don’t do what? This?” You ask innocently before lowering your head to his neck again, kissing. Sweet, slow, opening mouthed with your tongue licking at the base of his neck.

His jaw clenches, groaning, “Y/N.”

Giggling again, you like the warning in his tone, the playfulness to it. “Rob.”

His hands rub over the small of your back, body slightly tense with growing arousal. He mutters your name again as you keep kissing him, finding that sensitive spot over his pulse point, licking at it. “Somebody’s neck super sensitive?” You mock with a faux pout, trying not to laugh.

“My entire body is sensitive, brat.” He grunts, trying to hold back. Your actions are causing his cock to harden, aching with arousal as his hands wander down over your ass.

“Well that certainly didn’t stop you from forcing me to cum again earlier when I said I was sensitive.” You mumble playfully, nuzzling into his neck but no longer kissing.

Rob swallows, “Yeah, well, you could’ve really told me to stop.”

“I did! You pervert, you knew what you were doing.” You laugh again, wiggling ontop of him, legs falling over his hips, his cock nudging against the inside of your thigh.

He groans, hips moving almost involuntarily, holding you even closer, “Mm.. shut up.”

“You sound like me now. Don’t like being called a pervert cause it’s true?”

“Maybe.” He grins down at you, trying to hold back. The tension is rising again, playful and light though. “You know, y’keep rubbing that pussy down on me and it isn’t g’na be my fault if I just..” his hands grasp at your ass, pulling you down onto his lap more.

Whining, “I didn’t mean to! You’re holding me on you.. not my fault we’re both naked.”

“So you’re blaming me? Y’just gonna claim innocence when you’re the one grinding on me?” His hands pull you down, head of his cock nudging over your entrance as heat pools in your core.

You face flushes, demeanor changing as he grabs your flesh, eyes fluttering, “Mm- I didn’t- it was an accident..”

He groans, hips kicking up, “An accident?” he says, voice low and teasing, “If I knew accidents could be this fun I would’ve accidentally let this happen sooner.”

His cock meets your slick entrance, hands spreading over your ass and pulling you forward. Dropping your head into his neck, you whine again, “Rob.. ‘m still sensitive.”

“Oh you are, huh?” he smiles, moaning, one hand reaching down to push the pad of his finger over your hole, rubbing and feeling the warm flesh there, “Well, if you’re still sensitive, then maybe we ought to see just how sensitive you are.”

“Insatiable..” you gasp, “pervert.” A whine escapes you, back arching, thighs weak as your toes curl.

He hums, chuckling, enjoying the whimpering noises you keep making. “Mmm, we’ll just have to see how much y’can take.”

“Just.. shut up and do something.”

“Demanding little thing, hm?” His finger dips inside, pulling right back out and pushing down over your clit, coming back up, spreading your slick.

You gasp into his neck, hand grabbing on his shoulder, grinding your hips against his touch desperately, “Rob.. please.. ‘m so- sensitive.”

“Easy.. just take it.” He murmurs, fingers moving away from you to grab at his cock, head catching on your clit for a moment before he finds your entrance and starts to push in. He moves slow, and once he’s in a few inches his hand moves back to your ass with the other one, forcing you down.

A gasp escapes you, thighs shaking as you’re sat down on him fully, “Rob!”

He groans out, fingertips digging into the plush flesh of your ass, moving you back and forth, “God.. you feel..” he breathes out, “so good.”

You’re so unbearably sensitive after this morning, clit swollen, pussy sore as he slides in embarrassingly easy. Your thighs tense and then release like jello, limp atop him as he fucks you down onto him with his own strength, mumbling something incoherent against his neck. He gives another growly moan, tilting his head back. You’re useless ontop of him, whining and whimpering, the slick noise of your bodies meeting making you flush down to your neck.

He’s using you like a damn fleshlight, hands leaving red marks on your ass, his knees bending so he can fuck up into you at the same time his hands make your body move back, drawing needy noises from both of you. Your clits grinding into his pubic bone, making you tremble, slick pooling down his length and over his balls. Your hand on his shoulder tightens, grabbing onto him for support, “Rob.. Rob.. Rob..” it’s like the only word in your vocabulary is his name, whining with how rhythm.

He grits his teeth, moaning your name, bending his knees more to have leverage to bounce you back onto his cock, nose nudging against the side of your head.

“So-..” You whimper, gasping, “so rough-“ You’re practically drooling on his neck, lips parted, letting him fuck you as he pleases. His hands hold onto you so tightly you think they’ll bruise, but that only excites you more.

“Rough?” he breathlessly laughs, “You like rough? You must, you’re already fucking soaked.”

You can’t do anything but take it, no witty retort now as you flush. He goes a bit harder at that, any response you did have dying behind more moans, “Ah! Nnngh- fuck.”

“Like that?” he groans, grinning cockily, having way too much fun with you squeezing down on his cock.

Your back arches, nodding against his neck. Your hand on his shoulder digs in, nails pressing against his skin, “Like it- like it cause it’s you.” Pleasure shoots up your spine as he presses in deeper.

So fucking cute. He groans again, “You like it just because it’s me? Wouldn’t let anyone else treat you like this?”

Nodding in agreement once more, you squeal a little moan, “Yes! Yes,” you hand slides off his shoulder to his bicep, eyes rolling back as you feel how the muscle bulges under your grasp.

He notices obviously, very attentive, his own face flushed red as he pants, “You like feeling my strength, do you?”

He hits the nail on the head with that, whimpering with another nod, moaning out loud before you answer. “Yes,“ you whine again. His cock drives in deep, rough, smacking against the backs of your thighs as his one hand moves down, feeling where his cock connects to you, the skin soaked with slick.

“You like knowing I can toss you around however I want?” He plays into it, though he’ll obviously be gentle as you’re both injured. But, realistically, if it weren’t for that, he’d love to show off his strength.

“Yes-!” Instinctive tears well up in your eyes, he’s going so fast and deep, hitting just the right spots, and all you can do is babble out moans and pleas. “Rob- *mmm!” He could probably lift you up like nothing, like he did that one day. Could pin you to the wall, just hold you, flip you around, oh God..

“Is that would you’d think about?” He muses, gasping himself as his eyes flutter, “You’ve been fantasizing about everything I could do if I wanted to.”

Tears slip from your eyes, clit so overstimulated it actually hurts, so good, orgasm right there within reach. Sweat starts to coat your back, skin heating up, “Rob.. Rob!”

He groans again, slowing his hips down and that orgasm starts to fade away, making you whimper. “Sensitive little thing.. don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”

He’s being the opposite of gentle, fucking liar, but you don’t care. Crying out, you push your ass into his hands, drooling against his neck. You don’t want him to stop, cock reaching so deep, fucking into you so good, you haven’t felt this good in.. probably ever. Tilting your head, you occupy yourself with suckling at the base of his neck.

He growls, hips speeding up again, a lewd slick smack sounding from just how wet you are, “Mm, ah fuck, stop it.”

You’re whimpering on him, suckling enough to leave a mark, eyes lidded and bleary with tears. His grasp on you will definitely bruise now, hurting in the most delicious way possible. His rhythm falters, fucking up into you hard, forcing your body back down, “Stop, stop, I’m gonna-” he grumbles, grunting, trying to hold back.

It’s too late, you remember how much he liked it earlier. Suckling, your teeth clamp down on his skin, biting as you squeal a moan. His fingers squeeze tightly into your skin, breath hitching, “Fuck, fuck-”

You can feel his body tense under your limp limbs as he uses you like a toy, and it’s all you can do to not break down into sobs from the pleasure, the pain. Drool drips onto his skin, teeth scraping flesh as you suckle at the bite to soothe it, whimpering, “Please, Rob!”

With a sudden lack of control, he fucks into you hard, grunting with each movement. He’s holding onto you so tight his own fingers hurt, breathing getting shorter. It all happens so fast. Your teeth biting into his neck sends him over the edge, hips pressing down so he can pull out, cum oozing over your abused pussy as he grinds against you, groaning your name and a curse.

His hand smacks down over your ass, cockhead nudging into your clit in such a delicious way that it sends you over the edge right after, grinding down on his soaked cock with shaking thighs.

Your heart pounds in your ears, deadweight on his body. You feel so out of breath, weak, God does your ass hurt.

His hands smooth over your back, chest heaving and moving your body up and down. He doesn’t move for a moment, just laying there with you, listening to your little whines. His brain comes back to reality, hands sliding down to soothe the sore skin of your ass.

The hand on his bicep lets go, moving down to bat at his wrist, “Hurts..”

He sighs softly, moving his hands away, “Hmmm.. sorry.”

Tucked into his neck, you babble something incoherent, trembling. His mouth opens as if he wants to say something, but instead he exhales again and just holds you, both of you coming down from the intense highs.

“I can’t feel my legs.” You moan, complaining.

Rob chuckles at that, still sounding breathless as he rubs circles over your sides, “Can’t feel your legs..” he muses. “Does your butt hurt?”

“Yes.” You grumble, “Fuckin’.. iron grip.”

“Yeah.. sorry about that.. got a little carried away..” He honestly sounds a bit embarrassed by his admission, hands moving down to smooth over your ass.

“I’m not gonna be able to sit properly for like.. three days.” You complain some more, but tilt your head to pepper a kiss on the bite mark you left.

A grin grows on his face, nuzzling into your hair, “Maybe I’ll need to punish you for biting me. Then your butt can hurt even more.”

“Such a pervert!” You push up on one arm, muscles weak, back stretching, “I need breakfast. And clothes.”

For a moment he just stares up at you, a playful smirk on his face, and he laughs again, smoothing his hands up around your front and over your tits, “Mm, I can help with that. You can borrow some of mine.”

Rolling off of him, he twists to give you a kiss on the lips before getting up and getting you a glass of water. Sat next to you, he traces circles on your arm, “Y’wanna take these bandages off and take a bath?”

Pervert.

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