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Female Tiefling/Female Reader SFW Wordcount: 3,302 Commissions | Ko-fi | Masterlist Tags & Warnings: unhealthy relationships

Your relationship is dying, you're in love with your best friend. What are you to do?

You stood in the middle of your living room, shoulders set as you glared at your girlfriend. She stood with her arms crossed, glare matching yours as she stared you down.

"Why are you always like this?" Louise's voice cut through the air, sharp and accusatory. "We had plans, you know that!"

You could feel your patience wearing thin. "You’re the one who said you were too busy. It’s always about work with you, Louise; there’s never time for us."

"So now it's my fault for being committed to my career?" Louise retorted, her tone laced with disbelief. "You knew who I was when we started this relationship."

The words stung. You could feel the frustration boiling inside you, making your skin itch. "It's not about your career. It's about us, about finding a balance. You're always too busy, too preoccupied..."

Louise crossed her arms, her expression hardening. "Maybe you should just leave if you're so unhappy."

That was the last straw. Suddenly blinking back tears you grabbed your keys from the table. "Fine, I will."

You stormed out of the flat, the slam of the door echoing through the dingy hall. Descending the stairs to the car park, your mind raced. The cool night air did little to soothe the heat of your anger and the chill of uncertainty that had settled in your heart.

Reaching your car, you paused for a moment, leaning against it. The argument replayed in your mind, each word a painful reminder of the growing chasm between you and Louise. You couldn't shake off the feeling that something fundamental had shifted, that perhaps this was more than just another argument.

With a heavy heart, you opened the car door and got in, the familiar space offering a small comfort. As you started the engine, the reality of the situation began to sink in. This wasn't just a lover's quarrel; it was a breaking point, a crossroads in your relationship.

Driving away from the flat, the city lights blurred past you, mirroring the confusion and turmoil in your mind. You knew you couldn't go on like this, but the thought of what lay ahead, the decisions that needed to be made, filled you with apprehension.

As the distance grew between you and the flat, a sense of uncertainty nagged in your mind. Where would you go? What would you do?

As you drove aimlessly through the city streets, the neon signs and streetlights blurred.. Without realising it, you found yourself pulling up outside a familiar café, its warm glow inviting in the cool night air.

Sitting in your car, you watched as a group – two tieflings and an orc – laughed and chatted, pushing open the cafe door and disappearing inside. Their easy conversation made your heart ache.

Your mind raced through a list of people you could call. Your parents, always loving but often too busy to understand your life. Your sister, who would offer support but was wrapped up in her own world. Friends who cared, but perhaps not enough to handle the depth of what you were feeling.

Then there was Cleo.

The thought of Cleo brought a mix of emotions. She had always been there for you, a steadfast presence in your life. Her kindness, her empathy, her unwavering support – they were a balm to your troubled heart. As much as Cleo represented a safe haven, she also represented something far more complicated – the unacknowledged feelings that you had been harbouring for her.

Sitting in your car, you watched another group enter the cafe, the light spilling out onto the sidewalk before the door swung shut. The idea of leaning on Cleo, yet again, weighed heavily on you. She had always been so kind, never asking for anything in return, and you feared taking advantage of her generosity.

More than that, though, was the fear of being so close to her while your own relationship was crumbling. How could your heart handle being near Cleo, basking in her warmth and light, while dealing with the heartbreak of your failing relationship with Louise? The very thought sent a pang through your chest.

Cleo was more than just a friend; she was the person who occupied your thoughts in quiet moments, the one who made your heart flutter with just a smile. Being near her felt like standing too close to a flame – wonderfully warm but with the potential to consume you.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. You knew you needed someone, and deep down, you knew Cleo would be there for you, without judgement or expectation. Could you bear it? Could you sit across from her, pour out your heart about Louise, all the while suppressing the feelings you had for her?

You hesitated, your heart pounding, but when you dialled her number and Cleo's voice came through the phone, warm and concerned, it was like a lifeline in the chaos of your emotions.

"Cleo, it's me," you began, your voice unsteady.

"Hey, what's wrong? You sound upset," Cleo's voice was tinged with worry.

You took a deep breath, the words tumbling out. "Louise and I had another argument. I just... I don't know what to do anymore."

There was a brief pause before Cleo spoke, her tone decisive. "Come over, right now. You shouldn't be alone."

You found yourself nodding, even though she couldn't see. "Okay, I'll be there soon."

Ending the call, you started the car again, driving through the quiet streets, each turn bringing you closer to Cleo's place. Her townhouse was nestled in a quaint neighbourhood, lined with tall trees whose leaves were turning shades of amber and rust.

Pulling up outside her house, you took a moment to compose yourself before stepping out. The moment you knocked on her door, it swung open, and there stood Cleo.

Cleo was striking, her golden hair cascading around her shoulders in soft waves, her golden eyes shimmering with concern. Her horns, elegantly curved, framed her round face. She wore a simple sweater and jeans, but on her, they looked effortlessly chic.

Without a word, Cleo pulled you into a hug, her arms warm and reassuring. You melted into her embrace, a sense of safety enveloping you.

As she led you inside, the warmth of her home wrapped around you. The living room was cozy, with soft lighting and plush furniture, a stark contrast to the coldness of your own apartment.

Cleo guided you to the sofa, sitting beside you. "Tell me everything," she said, her voice gentle.

You recounted the argument with Louise, the words spilling out in a jumbled rush. Cleo listened, her expression a mix of empathy and indignation.

"She shouldn't treat you like that," Cleo said firmly once you had finished. "You deserve so much better, someone who sees and appreciates you."

Her words, meant to soothe, made you smile. You looked at Cleo, really looked at her, and saw not just a friend but someone you simply couldn’t be without. The realisation hit you with the force of a tidal wave, overwhelming and undeniable.

Cleo's concern deepened as she watched the play of emotions across your face. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked, her hand reaching out to gently touch your arm. Her nails were long and sharp, but oh so delicate.

You nodded, unable to speak. How could you explain that it wasn't just Louise's rejection that hurt, but Cleo’s closeness, knowing you could never have her?

The room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of leaves outside. In that moment, with Cleo so close, her golden eyes filled with worry and affection, you felt the walls you had built around your heart beginning to crumble. The truth of your feelings, long buried, was clawing its way to the surface, demanding to be acknowledged.

Cleo's presence, so warm and inviting, was both a comfort and a torment. You wanted to lean in, to close the gap between you, but fear held you back. Fear of ruining the friendship, fear of rejection, fear of facing the truth that had been staring you in the face for so long.

The silence between you and Cleo stretched, a tangible thing, filled with unspoken words and emotions. Cleo broke the quiet, her voice soft but earnest. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

You nodded, your throat tight with the words you couldn't yet voice. Cleo's hand on your arm was warm, ridged with little bumps almost like thorns. You wanted to say so much, to spill everything, consequences be damned.

Except, you couldn’t.

Cleo seemed to sense your discomfort. "I wish I could do something to make it better," she said, her golden eyes searching yours. “I wish I knew how to fix things between you and Louise.”

"It's not just about Louise," you found yourself saying, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

Cleo tilted her head, a questioning look in her eyes. "What is it then?"

The air felt heavy in a way you couldn't ignore. You leaned in closer to Cleo, drawn by a force you couldn't resist. Cleo mirrored your movement, meeting you half way.

For a moment, it felt like the world had fallen away, leaving just the two of you in her little living room. Your faces were inches apart, Cleo's breath mingling with yours. She smelled of lavender tea.

You could feel the pull, the urge to close the gap and kiss her, to finally reveal the truth of your feelings. Just as your lips were about to meet, Cleo pulled back, a pained expression crossing her face.

"I can't," she whispered, her voice laced with regret. "Louise… it wouldn't be right."

You felt a pang of disappointment. "I know," you said, the words barely audible.

Cleo took a deep breath, as if steeling herself for what she was about to say. "Look, I know your dating history. Humans. Only humans. I don't want to assume that you'd be interested in... well, someone like me."

Her confession hung in the air. It wasn't just about your relationship status; it was also about crossing a boundary you had never crossed before.

You looked at Cleo, really looked at her, seeing not just her twisting horns and textured, teal skin; but her hesitant smile, downcast eyes. She was beautiful, wonderful, and you wouldn’t have changed her for the world.

"Cleo, I..." you started, but the words caught in your throat. How could you explain that your feelings for her were more than she understood? That she had captured your heart in a way no one else ever had?

Maybe you didn't need to say anything. Cleo reached out, her hand gently touching your cheek. "It's okay," she said softly. "We don't have to figure this out right now."

The dam that held back your emotions was breaking, and the words began to tumble out in an unstoppable flow.

"Cleo, I can't wait anymore," you said, the urgency in your voice surprising even yourself. "I need to figure this out now, because... because I'm in love with you."

Cleo's eyes widened, a mixture of shock and something else – hope, maybe – flickering in her golden gaze.

"I've tried to hide it, to deny it, but I can't," you continued, your voice gaining strength as you spoke. "Every time I'm with you, it feels right, like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. When I'm not with you, there's this ache, this feeling of missing a vital part of myself."

Cleo reached out, her fingers intertwining with yours, a silent encouragement for you to continue.

"It's not just because things are bad with Louise. It's about you, Cleo. It's always been about you. When you're near, I feel alive, like everything is more vibrant, more real."

Tears brimmed in Cleo's eyes, her emotions raw and visible. "What about..." she began, her voice a whisper.

"I know, and I need to end it. It's not fair to her, and it's not fair to us," you said, your decision clear in your mind. "I can't pretend to be happy with her when all I want is to be with you."

Cleo's hand tightened around yours, a silent acknowledgement.

With new resolve, you leaned in, closing the distance between you. This time, there was no hesitation, no second thoughts. When your lips met Cleo's, it was like a missing piece slotting into place.

The kiss was soft at first, a gentle exploration of each other. As Cleo responded, the kiss deepened, growing in intensity. Her lips were warm and inviting as she nibbled at your bottom lip. The world around you faded into nothingness.

She tasted of lavender and honey, sweet and so deliciously fragrant. You wanted to drown in it, in her.

As you pulled away, the need for air pressing against the desire to remain in the kiss, you pressed your forehead against hers, settling between her horns.

"I'm going to break up with Louise," you said, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of feelings inside you. "I can't hide from the truth anymore. I want to be with you, Cleo, if you'll have me."

Cleo's response was a smile, tender and full of warmth. "I've been waiting for you," she said, her voice soft. "I'll be here, for as long as you want me."

As the significance of your words settled in the air, a sense of liberation washed over you. Cleo's drew you in once more. Without a word, you leaned in, closing the gap between you for another kiss.

This time, the kiss was different, more desperate. As your lips met, a shudder ran through you. Cleo's lips were soft against yours, moving with a passion that matched your own. The sensation was overwhelming, heady, bringing a smile to your lips as you moved down to kiss her soft jaw. You felt every brush of her hair against your skin, every gentle caress, as though it were etching itself into your memory.

You could feel your heart beating wildly in your chest, each thump echoing your love for Cleo. The kiss deepened, and you found yourself lost in the sensation, in the taste of her, in the feeling of her arms around you.

Eventually, the need for air forced you apart again, but only just. Cleo's eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed with the intensity of the moment. She smiled, a smile that held the promise of a thousand more kisses, a thousand more moments just like this.

Without a word, Cleo pulled you into her arms, guiding you down onto the sofa. You curled up together, fitting perfectly in each other's embrace. The warmth of her body soothed you, her heartbeat a soothing rhythm against the chaos of your thoughts. You lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, exhaustion slowly lulling you to sleep.

You fell asleep like that, entwined on the sofa, the world outside forgotten. It was a sleep filled with dreams of possibilities, of a future that was suddenly bright with promise.

***

Early the next morning, you awoke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. A cute sunflower blanket was draped around you, and you smiled, snuggling further into it. You sat up, stretching, the events of the night before flooding back.

In the kitchen, you heard the sounds of someone preparing breakfast. Cleo was there, moving about with an ease that reminded you just how much she loved to cook. The clink of dishes and the aroma of coffee filled the air.

You stood, wrapping the blanket around yourself, and walked to the kitchen. There was your Cleo, her golden hair catching the morning light, a soft smile on her face as she turned to greet you.

"Good morning," she said, her voice a gentle melody.

"Good morning," you replied.. The reality of your confession, of the kiss, of the night spent in each other's arms, settled around you like an embrace.

Cleo handed you the steaming cup of coffee, her eyes meeting yours with a warmth that sent a flutter through your heart. You took the cup, your fingers brushing against hers, a small but significant touch.

"Did you sleep okay?" Cleo asked, her voice laced with concern.

You nodded, the comfort of her embrace still lingering in your memory. "I did, thanks to you. I can't remember the last time I felt so... at peace."

Cleo smiled, a genuine expression that reached her eyes. "I'm glad. You deserve peace, you deserve happiness."

You stepped closer, drawn by an invisible force that seemed to connect you both. Gently setting the coffee cup on the counter, you reached up and caressed her cheek. "Thank you, Cleo, for everything."

She leaned into your touch, closing her eyes for a brief moment. When she opened them again, the golden hue seemed to shimmer in the morning sunlight. Without a word, she leaned in and kissed you. It was a soft, sweet kiss, filled with the promise of new beginnings and shared futures.

The kiss ended, but her warmth lingered. You both smiled, a silent conversation passing between you.

Cleo then turned back to the stove, where a stack of pancakes awaited. "I hope you're hungry. I made pancakes with syrup. I know it’s your favourite."

You were surprised. "How did you know pancakes are my favourite? I don't remember ever mentioning it."

Cleo chuckled, flipping a pancake with practised ease. "You mentioned it once, years ago. I guess it just stuck with me."

Your heart swelled at the realisation that Cleo remembered such a small detail about you, a detail you had forgotten sharing. It was a testament to how much she cared, to the depth of her feelings for you.

"I can't believe you remembered that," you said, your voice filled with wonder.

Cleo shrugged, a playful glint in her eyes. "I remember a lot of things about you. You're not easy to forget."

You laughed, the sound light and free. The tension and uncertainty of the past weeks seemed to melt away in the warmth of Cleo's kitchen.

You both sat down to eat, the pancakes as delicious as you had imagined. They were sweet and fluffy, paired with bright red strawberries and thick, golden syrup.

As you ate, the early morning light filled the room, casting everything in a soft, golden glow. It felt like a new chapter was beginning, one filled with hope and the promise of a love that was both unexpected and profoundly right.

When breakfast was over, you helped Cleo clean up, the domesticity of the task feeling both ordinary and extraordinary. You were doing something so mundane, yet with Cleo, it felt like an adventure, a glimpse into a future you both could share.

You stood drying the last dish and Cleo came up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist. You leaned back into her embrace, feeling complete in a way you had never known before.

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momolady · 2 years

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Avi the Tiefling

Do you like modern monsters? Do you enjoy reading the childhood friends to lovers trope? Do you like good banter? Maybe do you often enjoy a red skinned tiefling? Well lucky you, this is the perfect story to enjoy during these hard times.

Female Reader x Male Monster ====================================

During high school you had to transfer due to your mother’s job. It was hard; you went from having a really close friend circle to having no one at all. You were a wallflower, a silent onlooker to everything happening in that new and strange land. You tried to make friends but it was awkward. You were pretty smart and a rumor got started that you’d do people’s homework for them. You got absorbed into a rather strange clique, made of some of the popular kids at school who were on the mean side. You were lonely and afraid so you sort of just fell into it.

Midway through this new school year you were at a breaking point. This supposed friend group of yours was taking advantage of your kindness, but you had been too afraid to step in and do anything about it. One day, you had broken down in one of the bathrooms, unaware that someone was hiding in one of the stalls behind you. You sobbed and cried, vented your frustrations to the terrified girl in the mirror, and left.

Later that same afternoon, as you were having lunch with your group, this tiefling appeared. You knew about him and heard rumors spread about him. His name was Avi and he had a reputation of being a wild animal.

He had messy, short black hair with two different shaped horns. One was corkscrew and straight up, the other curved outwards. He had deep burgundy skin with dark freckles along his cheeks and shoulders, but it was his eyes that were strange. They were wide almond shapes that always seemed on high alert. They gazed at you, making you shake to your core. They reminded you of a wild animal. He approached the table and sat down right next to you, shoving someone else out of the way.

“So, I heard you are a real smarty pants.” he grinned at you, leaning over across the table to block the others from you. “What sort of material are those kinds of pants made out of eh?”

“I uh-” You answered shakily. “I don’t know?”

Avi laughed, almost sounding maniacal. “It’s a joke, smarty pants. Get with it!” He slapped your back and inched in a bit closer. “So tell me, whatcha eating there?” He went on like this until lunch was over.

After that, he started appearing wherever you were, hanging around you, talking to you. He found the strangest reasons to talk to you. Whether it was about video games or cartoons, he always seemed excited to bring something up.

One of the guys of your ‘Friend group’ told him to “Fuck off, weirdo,”

The look in Avi’s eyes changed. They had always seemed wide and strange, but now they looked vicious. He snapped his neck around to look at the guy. “What’d you say?”

“I said, fuck off. You fucking weirdo.”

“How come?” Avi stepped away from you. “What’s it matter to you?”

The guy smirked back at his friends, you knew he was eager to push Avi around. “That’s our nerd. Get your own.”

Avi popped his neck and scoffed. “Oh I see. My mistake. I thought she was just some cute girl up for grabs. I didn't realize she was a nerd.”

Your guts churned but you remained silent. You ducked your head down, your eyes already brimming with tears.

Avi got up into the guy's face and grinned. “How about we fight over her.”

“What?” the guy huffed and others from the group began to join.

Avi’s grin grew and his eyes got wider. “You heard me. I’ll fight you for her. Unless, that is, you wanna just hand her off to me. It might be safer that way.” He tilted his head and popped his neck again.

“Just fuck off, you freak!” Avi was shoved back, but that didn’t bother him at all. Avi struck, clocking the guy in the jaw and starting a fight. Both were suspended for a week, but your friend group began avoiding you to get away from him.

“It’ll be okay,” Avi said one day. His face was bruised from the fight. There was even a cut along his forehead that would leave a scar. “I’ll take care of you, smarty pants.”

Something about this feral cat didn’t seem so feral anymore. “What do you mean?” You asked.

Avi looked at you with those strange eyes of his and he grinned. “What do you think it means?”

You sniffled and looked down at the floor. “Why’d you do that?”

“The fight? Isn’t it obvious?” Avi tilted his head to the side. “You were miserable, so it was worth it.”

You rubbed your eyes. “What?”

Avi shrugged as he folded a piece of paper this way and that. “That day you were crying in the bathroom, I was hiding in one of the stalls.”

“That was the girl’s bathroom!”

Avi shrugged. “Yeah, and?” He smirked at you. He inched in close and put his arm around you. “You ain’t got a thing to worry about, smarty pants. From now on, I’ll keep you safe. No one will use you like that again while I’m around.”

You ducked your head down and nodded. It felt nice to hear someone say they’d protect you. After how long, you felt so lonely and afraid in a crowd.

Ever since that day, he’s kept that promise. He became your best friend and was always by your side. Despite his reputation, he was really sweet and fun. He brought you out of your shell.

The two of you now share an apartment together, which you have done since college. Back then, Avi worked as a mechanic in order to pay for an apartment while you went to school. You’ve been working hard to pay back his kindness since then.

“Hey, smarty pants.” You looked up from your book to see Avi looking over the top of the chair at you. “What are you doing?”

“Reading, why?” You placed a bookmark into the seam and closed the book. “Are you bored or something?”

Avi smirked, “or something.”

You smirked and set your book aside, standing up as Avi stepped aside. “Well, what did you have in mind?”

Avi rubbed his hands together as his grin grew. “I was thinking we could go out for a bit. Just drive a little, maybe do some shopping. I just wanna get out for a little bit. We haven’t gone on one of our drives in a long time.”

“That could be fun. I was thinking we’d have a nice quiet day at home, but I suppose we can do that anytime.” You looked him up and down. “Is there something you’re wanting to do?”

Avi’s cheeks darkened. “No. I just wanted to hang out with you is all.”

You smiled at him. “Aww, well aren’t you cute?”

Avi glanced away, his smirk softening at the edges. “I have my moments, pants.”

You took hold of his hand and kissed his cheek. “Okay, let me get ready and we can head out.”

Avi grinned, tightening his hold on your hand. “Will you wear that cute red top I like?” His free hand tugged at the hem of your tee shirt.

You arched a brow. “You want me to look good for you?”

“Not that you don’t all the time, I just thought...I’d wear those pants you like on me!” Avi was blushing and floundering. It was so cute you could barely stand it. You kissed his cheek, standing on tiptoes to reach.

“I love you,” you murmured to him.

Avi sighed and relaxed. “I love you too.”

You got dressed and wore the red top he liked. It had a low cut neckline with criss crossed strands across the chest. Avi wore the pants you liked on him. He had such nice, long legs, and these pants really showed that off, including his small, cute butt.

“So, which way are we going?” You asked him.

“I dunno, let's find out.” You got into the car, which was an old model that Avi had completely rebuilt himself. Back during school he had started working on it, and the first time he drove it was when he picked you up for prom. He’d worked on it since then, making it something really nice and special.

That prom you had agreed to go together as friends, but before the night was over you and Avi were much more than that. You danced together, you left before prom was over, and drove all night until you passed out in the backseat.

“It’s such a nice day, it seems like a shame to just sit inside.” Avi looked so proud behind the wheel.

“You’re right, what was I thinking?” You chuckled. You placed your hand on his thigh, slowly rubbing up and down. Avi flinched and glanced at you from the corner of his eye.

“Whatcha doing, pants? Looking for quarters?”

You shrugged, slowly moving your hand further in. “What? You think I’m doing something?”

Avi looked down at his lap then back out at the road. “You’re up to no good. No good I tell ya.”

You scooted closer to him. “What, me?”

Avi bit his lip, trying to keep his focus on the road. His hips wiggled as your hand squeezed onto his thigh. He moaned softly in the back of his throat as your fingers kneaded into him. You kissed his neck slowly, feeling him tremble under your touch. Avi chuckled, turning to steal a quick kiss.

“When you said a cozy day at home, I thought you meant something else.” Avi rolled his hips, adjusting them to accommodate your advances.

You ran your fingers along the growing bulge in his pants. “I like you, what can I say?” You unzipped his pants. “Sometimes I just can’t keep my hands off you.”

Avi chewed on his bottom lip as you grabbed him through the fabric of his underwear. “Dammit, pants.”

You kissed his jaw and giggled. “What? No good?”

Avi’s wild eyes looked soft and sweet. People often said he had crazy eyes, but you knew what a kitten he really was. “Too good. You make me happy and horny. That’s dangerous.”

“You know exactly what to say.” You tugged down his underwear, pulling his cock out. You licked your palm and wrapped your fingers around him, jerking him gently as he continued to drive. His cock had this wonderful curve to it, and the glans were nice and wide at the top. You smiled sweetly at him as you stroked him, his pulse throbbing against your fingers.

“Whatcha thinking?” Avi moaned.

“Oh, I dunno.” You glanced down to his cock. “Lots of things.”

Avi swallowed. “I’d like to know, pants. Tell me.”

You bit your lip. “Well, for one, I think you’re very sexy right now. Also thinking about how much I want to make you come.”

Avi whistled. “You’re so sweet to think of me.”

You kissed his cheek then ducked your head down. You kissed his cock from head to base, dragging your tongue back up and he moaned. He put a hand on the back of your neck, kneading as you teased him.

“Ah! Fuck-” Avi snarled. “That’s my pants.”

You tease the tip with your tongue then pushed the tip between your lips. You sucked and slurped, tasting that first dribble of precum. You moaned against him, taking more of him into your mouth. Avi hissed, gripping his fingers around your neck tighter.

You bobbed your head slowly, taking your time with him. He throbbed against your tongue and you took the tip all the way to your throat. You choked, pulling up and slurping spit back into your mouth.

“You feel so good,” Avi pants.

You chuckled, stroking him as you leaned in to kiss him. “So do you, big boy.” You went back down, gobbling him up again. Avi’s moans and grunts filled your ears and you felt him make a sharp turn. Moments later, he pulled off the road and parked the car behind some trees.

You giggled as you lifted your head. “Couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

“I ain’t a young man anymore, I can’t focus when you do that to me.” He kissed you hungrily, rolling his tongue around in your mouth. He bit your neck and shoulder as his hand reached up under your shirt and unhooked your bra with ease.

“You could have fooled me, you’re acting like you did in high school.” You took off your bra and tossed it into the backseat.

“I didn’t know what I was doing in high school,” Avi’s long tail flicked behind him. He pushed his hair back from his face and looked down at your shirt. “That’s what makes this so much better.” He tugged the neckline of your shirt down so your breasts were exposed.

“Is this why you like this shirt?”

“Same reason you like my pants so much, pants.” He kicked off his pants entirely. “Now, take yours off.”

You lifted your hips and wiggled from your pants, tossing them to the floorboard. Avi pressed your back against the door and thrust his hand down inside your panties. He kissed you hard as his fingers found you wet and warm.

“Oh fuck, pants. Did sucking that cock turn you on this much?” He teased you.

You scoffed and tangled your fingers into his messy hair. “It always does.” You had grown a favor for it during college. Avi worked to afford the apartment while you went to school. You had started giving him blowjobs regularly as a way to thank him. To your surprise and his pleasure, you found a talent for it. Not to mention a deep appreciation for it. Who knew the shy wallflower would turn into this?

Avi kissed you so sweetly it almost took your breath away. “What was that?” You murmured.

“Thank you for loving a weirdo like me,” he murmured. “I know I’m not much to look at, and you’ve put up with me all these years. It still amazes me that you and I are like this.”

You kissed him again and wrapped your arms around him. “You’re what I want to look at. You’re my weirdo, always have been, always will be.” Your heart was beating so fast. “I love you, get over it.” You pushed him down onto the bench seat and climbed on top of him. His eyes grew wide in awe as he looked up at you.

“Oh my, pants, what are you going to do to me?” He tittered.

You smirked, easing down on top of him. You took his cock inside, both of you moaning as he went inside deep. That wonderful curve hit exactly where you needed it to and you threw your head back as you rode him. His hands wrapped around your hips, holding you tight as you moved. His tail curled up around your leg and was pulsing squeezes. His expression was pure bliss, lips parted, eyes focused upon you. His breath synched in rhythm with your movements, gasping and panting with each heavy thrust.

You pressed your hands to the roof of the car for more leverage, thrusting down upon him as that curve ground into you. You cried out, panting hard as cars drove by on the road. Maybe they could see you, maybe not.

“I’m gonna come!” Avi whimpered. “Oh fuck, oh fuck-”

You bent down, kissing him and biting his lip. He thrust upwards, slapping hard into your thighs. He snarled and moaned into your ear, making desperate sounds as his climax grew closer.

“I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come!” He repeated over and over into your ear.

You kissed him, moaning against his lips. “Right there! Right there! Oh fuck!” You cried out.

Avi flipped you over, hiking up your hips and entering you from behind, he went harder and faster this way, pressing himself deep inside you. You moaned into the seat, shaking as you felt yourself draw to the end.

“I’m coming I’m-” Avi’s voice choked off, his body twitched, his tail coiled tighter on your leg. He spasmed inside and your legs twitched. You stretched and kicked, crying out as the heat from him flowed into you. Your body arched and you struggled to keep your voice in check. Avi panted, slowly slouching down until he was laid right on top of you.

“That was so damned good,” he breathed.

You chuckled and rolled over. His face planted between your breasts. “That was. I still can’t feel my toes.”

Avi kissed you then glanced out the windows. “We should probably get out of here before this seems suspicious.” He tugged down his shirt. “Where’d my undies go.”

“Good question, what’d you do with mine.” You then flinched as you felt his come dripping down your thigh. “Do you mind cleaning up your mess?”

Avi chuckled, taking a napkin from the dashboard and wiping you up as you grabbed clothes from the back seat. “I really did leave a mess behind.” He kissed your ass then slipped his fingers up inside you. “A big mess.”

“Easy there,” you huffed. “I’m still-” You bit your lip, struggling as Avi continued to finger you. “Oh fuck!”

“I knew you had another one in there.” Avi moved his fingers inside you, his thumb caressing your clit.

“Fuck, fuck-” You cried out, trembling as another small climax pulsed through your body.

Avi chuckled in triumph, leaning down to lick you clean. His moans against your folds sent tremors through your spine. You could barely sit up straight after that.

Avi put his pants back on while you still held yours in your hand. “Let’s go on down a little ways and find a nice place to eat.”

“I wouldn’t mind a drink,” you said with a gulp.

Avi smiled dreamily at you. “I love you, pants.”

You leaned into his side, snuggling up to him on the seat. “I love you too.”

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