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sauvhffp · 4 months

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★ | glass box

drabble w/@sooniebby 's original character!

sypnosis: you come home drunk from a team celebration with your co-workers. your boyfriend doesn't like it, he doesn't like that others has seen you like this; a mess. to ease his worries, he makes an even bigger mess of you.

𝅄 ༊࿐⠀ִ⠀this is my first time writing for a character that doesn't belong to me, haha. this drabble is all over the place, goes from point a to point b really quickly. still, i hope you enjoy this self-indulgence as much as i did 𖦹 ´ ᵕ ` 𖦹

ily soonie for lending me moon jae! i'm looking to even more fics of him and for more of your works! i love every bit of your works <33 !!

cw: mdni. reader is mentioned to have a dick. spanking (mentioned once), overstimulation, dick squirting, dumbification, inserting plot in porn is not my best suit.

"...ngh." you choke on your moans. saliva coated the necktie that's stuffed in your mouth. you think you're going to throw up. you sure drank a lot tonight together with your co-workers and your team manager. you were drunk enough to forget you had a boyfriend at home, waiting for your return. "jae—hnghh... m' gohnna—"

slap!

you whimpered at the harsh slap of his thick, veiny palm on your round ass cheek. you cried, sobbing in humiliation as your dick squirts cum.

your boyfriend’s resounding chuckle made your hips twitch, and your thighs quiver. he rested his palm on your redden ass cheek, caressing it softly with a pinch. his other hand's three digits deep inside your tight hole, pressing against the bundle of nerves as you twitch in overstimulation. "that quick?"

you pant, the pillow under your dick was soaked in your cum. your dress shirt's drenched in sweat, and your underwear's hanging on your ankle. you were a perfect mess; a mess only meant for moon jae. his alone.

seeing you walk inside the house, face flushed, hair messy, and your collar button undone made him feel irritated. you let others see this side of you—the side that was only meant for him, not anyone else.

"i came..." you let your tie fall down as you swallow your saliva, gulping oxygen. "for... five times—"

"let's make it six?" the condescending tone in his voice paired with the sudden thrust of his fingers inside you made your stomach tingle, your insides tighten around his fingers. your soften dick twitched to life as you cried on his lap. god, you loved his fingers. so thick, so big, and soft. he took great care of his hands despite his nonchalance for important things.

"... can't anym'..." you sobbed, bound hands tied together by the cuffs jae bought a while back for you, a congratulatory present for your promotion. you thought back then, if he had the money to buy such an expensive, mundane item, then why is he relying on you for expenses?

he shushed you, hissing through his teeth as he pats your head, slowly picking up the pace of his fingers. "you can, doll. you will." he promises you with his fingers entangled in your hair. "lift your hips for me."

his whispered promise did wonders to your almost stupefied brain. it's times like these that you forget all rationale thought and give in to his whims, bending your joins and going along to his rhythm like a doll. you forget that this man has not only been freeloading off of you, but he has constantly wronged you in the past. still, instead of kicking him our of your house and your life for good, you suddenly are on your hands and knees, taking his length like a good whore. he'll whisper apologies, whisper unfulfilled promises into your ear as he cums in you, filling up every crevice he can and will reach.

he imprints himself in you, making sure that the claws of his talons will put you in your place. make you stay in the nest you built, never letting you go.

"ffuuuckkk—" your tounge lols out of your mouth, the tip of it peeking out as your eyes gradually lose focus. you grip the cushion of the couch beneath your fingertips, trying to find purchase in the unbearable waves of pleasure that came crashing down on you, pulling you in with utter ecstasy. "shoo ghoood... ah—sho fucking good—"

"yeah? you like it?" he leans down, towering over your quivering upper half on his lap. there was a satisfied smile on his face, a grin stretched wide enough for it to look unsettling. he pistons his fingers inside you, lube and the cum he shoved in you from your previous orgasms sloshed and squirts out from your hole. you can't think of anything else but the fingers inside you, messing you up no other people could ever do. he makes sure of that.

"'ove it s'much..." you whimpered, fucked out dumb. your mutters were almost incoherent, the slapping of his fingers in you and your juices squelching were louder than your hoarse voice. "don'wan you ... hng—'t stop..."

"you don't want to?" you shake your head as he tuts, gripping your jaw and shoving two of his fingers inside, playing with your lax tounge. "use your words, doll. you know i like it when you're vocal."

"dohn'wann ... shtap–" you suck on his fingers, toes curling as both of his fingers fuck you in unison. your eyes roll back, your insides spasms in pure bliss. your body goes lax, too tired to fight off the pleasure that's being instilled in your bones.

you barely register the laugh moon jae released. for him, this was the best version of you. you were uptight, organized, prim, and proper. he remembered the day he met you. it was at a highschool reunion get-together party. you were like any other corporate slave, you were dull in every way possible. you were bland and boring, you didn't catch his eye.

he went out of the party to smoke, and he saw you squatting down on the smoking area, puffing a cigarette. he didn't pay you any mind. you were no one to him. but that night, if he hadn't forgotten his lighter; if he hadn't teased you back then; if you hadn't reacted that way to a light-hearted question back then...

"you kept staring at me." he remembers the slightest widening of your eyes, your mouth parting a little big bigger than it was supposed to. "do you like me?"

oh. jae thought as the tips of your ears flush, your lips in a weird wobbly shape as you stare at him wide-eyed, like a deer caught in the headlights. like a doll you caught suddenly moving to life. oh.

"—ae! hnngg!" your little squeal snapped him out of his reverie. he had four fingers up in you now, fingers pressing against your sweet spot as you tremble on his lap. your hips moving on their own as you beg him to keep moving, to give you another deliciously painful release.

he blinked, drinking the sight of you in. he was right. you looked best when you're like this. you looked absolutely ethereal, being ruined by him.

"nghh—jaeeee..." you whined his name, lifting your head up, using your arms to support you as your flushed face greets him. the tear streaks on your chin with the shine of your unshed tears made his heart skip a beat, his dick already angry and hardened on his pants. god, he wants to ruin you over, and over, and over again. "hurry up... 'm sorry for getting drunk ... please let me cum ..."

how can he deny you when you're this gorgeous?

moon jae stares at you a little longer, grinning at your confused, fucked out, expression before resuming his assault on your body. you squeal in shock, your moans could rival church choirs with how angelic they sound. he sighs in content, feeling you squirt again. but instead of halting, he kept going. he kept caressing your walls, kept drilling into you even as you wet the couch with your lust.

"that's right. that's a good boy." he says it in such a gentle tone, your body quivers. he smiles, satisfied. "i'm the only one who gets to see you like this. okay?"

and just like that, you find yourself stuck inside a glass box of obsession made by your dollkeeper. only showing what he wants others to show and keeping you for himself when people leave. you will always be stuck in this glass box, lest he gets tired of you.

you let the pleasure take off your thoughts, tears falling down your cheeks like water droplets from leaf dews. you will never be free from your glass box.

#🐰ྀི@sauv.hffp #oc x reader #orignal character smut #bottom male reader #god i hope i did him enough justice #i love loser manipulative men so much

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willshookaspear · 28 days

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NOT BY BLOOD | RAFE CAMERON x OC

snippet from 02: mother-fucking obx.

She averted her gaze and followed JJ to the keg. He was talking to some guys he knew while he was pouring her cup. Suddenly, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and her whole body tensed at the gush of hot air that brushed upon her skin.

"Slumming it already, Wallace?" His voice was a whisper. Shivers traveled down Josie's spine like a tidal wave. "I thought higher of you than to leave with the first man who gives you attention."

"Says the slut of Kildare," Josie said in a low voice. Rafe let out a hot breath through his nostrils in amusement. Josie stood perfectly still. It took everything she had not to let her back fall back to his chest. He was standing so close but yet, it was like he wasn't even there. Like he was in her head. "Besides, he's just getting me a drink. Like a gentleman."

Rafe scoffed at her obvious pointer at his own lack of honorability.

"You put on a good show pretending you hate me," he said, confidence radiating off his voice. Josie clenched her thighs.

"It's not a show, Rafe. Believe it or not, not every girl falls at your feet just because you look at them. Some girls, women," she corrected herself, "have some self-respect and see you for the conceited, spoiled, daddy's money, fuck-boy you are."

"Earlier I found you naked in my bathroom," Rafe said, his mouth so close that his words vibrated through Josie's body as she recalled her shower that morning. He breathed in deeply through his nose. He leaned closer so she could almost feel his lips against the skin behind her ear. Through a whisper he said, "And now you smell like me."

AO3: NOT BY BLOOD | RAFE CAMERON by willshookaspear

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bandgie · 9 months

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Lost & Found

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

a/n: hey guys! so this is the second part of Predator & Prey. you don't have to read that first, but it defo will help with references and what not lmao. to be clear, this is not a chapter of the predator and prey series, this what happens after the series.

synopsis: You hated the little town you lived in, you hated your job, hated how everyone knew everyone, you hated how your mother didn't care about how much you hated it. You needed to do something, to get out of this repetitive life. You've decided to apply to be a maid in the castle for the Viscount and his family. With this new life, you hope to change your pace. Yet, one of the sons can't help but give you an eerie sense of familiarity.

cw: reader is mischievous/a little mean, mentions of insecurity, toxic family/people, running away, I dunno that's it

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She grabbed you roughly by the arm, literally throwing you out of the little shop. You landed on your knees, the cold snow burning your skin. You heard her take steps towards you and before you could turn, she kicked you right on the ass. You yelped.

"You're fired! I don't want to see your pathetic face again. Ya hear me?!" Your boss screamed as you struggled to your feet. She was a big lady, tall and thick with curves. A well-sign that she was fed well, paid well enough to afford food. Despite that, she still paid you so little. Measly coins of copper when you knew you deserved more.

When you confronted her about it, she shot you down. She got so defensive that you knew she was lying to you. So you did the only reasonable thing you could think of, steal her food and throw it to the cattle. She did not take it well, of course, and when she asked you about it you confessed rather easily. 'It was me. I did you a favor really, you were starting to get bigger than the cows.'

You had managed to stand on your feet, ignoring the pain in your legs. "I don't need this shit job anyway," you try not to shout. "I could have been making 3 times as much scooping up the dung from the animals." You could tell she wanted to slap you, but there were too many eyes on you both. It wasn't easy living in a small village, everyone was too nosy for their own good.

"Take your things, and go." She had her arms folded onto other chest. You roll your eyes, not bothering to go inside the shop and see if you did have any belongings. Even if you did, you kept it on you at all times. You had a feather necklace, one you kept in your pocket when it wasn't around your neck. For good measure, you flipped off your ex-boss and made your way to your house.

The walk home should have been shameful. All eyes were on you, whispers as you walked by, looks of pity and disgust from the people. You wanted to scream, you wanted to beat all of them to the ground for not minding their business. It's going to be very hard to find another job now, you couldn't help but think.

Once you got to you little cottage, you were bombarded with children running around. Your mother ran a small daycare inside the home, an easy way to make money. You stopped yourself from swearing at the kids as they stepped on your feet. With a groan, you pushed through them, ignoring how some cried and yelled at you. Your mom was not far, coming out of the cooking area to greet you.

"How was it today?" She asks. You debate on lying or telling her the truth, but you're too frustrated to have it in you to lie. "I was terminated. Good riddance." Your mom gasps at the news, hands covering her mouth. "You lie! Please tell me that you lie," her voice was desperate. "No," you speak firmly. "She was hogging all of the money, I was getting mere scraps."

Your mom huffs, hands on her hips. "That is no matter. You still needed a job that paid. How else do you think we put food on the table." She gestured to the 10 children that loudly scream and play. "You cannot expect me to be able to afford food when I can't even afford bones of an animal," irritated laced with your words. With an eye roll, your mom makes her way to the children, calling them for lunch.

You watch as the children slowly quiet down, walking to the dinner table. They're so young, so free, so careless. You envy them. Oh, how you would give up your adulthood for your youth, unknowing of the ruthless world. Your mother calls for you to help, but you're so lost in thought. Is it the world that's cruel? Or is is this village? This place with so many people up your ass that you can't breathe?

"Mom," you start. "Let's move." Your demand has your mom giving you a questioning look. "Don't be silly. Come help me serve the children." She disregards you quickly. Still, you keep remained in your place. "I can't stay here. We can't stay here. Let's go elsewhere. To a city so big no one knows our names, we start start fresh. We can be happy," you can hear your voice breaking.

You think that because some of your emotion is breaking thorough, she'll give in. Or at least consider it. Instead, she eyes you weirdly again. "We are happy, my child. You just had a bad day. Come and help me with-"

"No!" You shout before you can think. Your voice has the children quiet their conversations, eyes on you. On you, on you, on you. No one will just stop looking at you, no one will just see you as a person, no one will respect you here. "I hate it here!" Your eyes sting with tears. "I can't stand another second in this place. Everyone knows my name, they know my face, they act like they know me when they don't! I hate how they stare at me. How they look at me with such venom." You gasp for air, tears now fully dripping down your face.\

Pity. It's pity that your mom looks at you with. Not understanding, not love. Pity.

"I understand, my rose. But whose fault is that?" Your breath gets caught in your throat from her words. She really has the audacity to blame you? "You make a ruckus everywhere you go," she presses on. "You think I don't know what they say about you? About me? This village thinks I raised you wrong, when in fact, it's you that's just wrong. Can't you be grateful? You're lucky your mother puts up with these rumors. I should've kicked you out the moment you began causing chaos."

Her face is slightly pink from anger, hands clasping the wooden spoon a little harder than she should. Then, like she didn't just berate you, she serves the children. You stand there stunned. You're not sure how you're feeling; Angry? Sad? Neglected? Ignored? Shocked? Unimportant? You then wipe your tears, infuriated at yourself for wasting them to begin with.

"You don't have to worry about kicking me out. I'll leave," and with that, you take long strides to your bedroom. You grab your wool sack that will barely fit the things you need. It's not as though you had many things to begin with, but it really dawned on you then how little you had. For good measure, you grab your candle and matches, sure they would come in handy for the night. Once done, you reach under your yarn bed for a small pouch full of coins you've managed to save up.

You make your way out of your room, sack over your shoulder with the feathers necklace around your neck. You don't know even know how long you've had it for, but you still could never seem to part with it. It was huge, bigger than your hand. It seemed to blend perfectly with the night. Your mother always begged you to get rid of it, that it was riddled with disease. You wouldn't, maybe you couldn't.

Your mom sighs, seemingly irritated with you, "You're being dramatic." It takes restraint to ignore her words, continuing towards the door. She follows you though, fast feet behind you. "Foolish girl. You think you can survive out there in the winter?" You open the door, biting back the freezing air as you step out.

To your surprise, she's still following you. "My god! Get your bottom back in the house and-" You finally spin around, facing your mother. "No. I will not go back into that god forsaken house, to this god forsaken village. I will leave, and you will not see me again." You don't bother to wait for her reply, instead quickly walking to the path that leads out of the village.

Her footsteps stop, a clear indication that she is no longer behind you. Still, her voice carries in the wind, "Don't expect me to accept you when you come crawling back again!" You shake your head in an attempt to get her voice out of your mind.

Despite having a tear-stained face, you still have your determination. The will to save yourself from this life, the will feel alive.

The cold air around you is enough to have you feeling alive, adrenaline still running high. It's probably how you manage to push forward for hours without so much as a break. The sun in well down, and you were glad you could fit a lantern inside your bag. It may provided little light, but you could feel the heat radiating from it.

It's not as though you didn't know where you going, you already had a place in mind. There a big city not too far from where you lived, a place called Capua. It's where many of the noble men lived, even people who worked directly under the king. You may not be able to live there like them, but you could start fresh there. Maybe you'll find yourself a nice old lady to work with, clean her house for easy money.

Gosh, you could practically taste the metallic coins on your tastebuds. Your dream would was only another 2 days away, and you were more than eager to have it. For tonight, however, you find yourself resting in an old shack. You found this place many years ago when you ran away as a young maiden. It was dusty, abandoned, and smelly. Not that it mattered now, for tonight, it was your new home.

Your dreams consisted of your daily lives, though much exaggerated. You could hear them laughing, whispering about you even if there was no one nearby. You tossed in your sleep. It was all too much, you couldn't even escape your pathetic life in sleep. Then, your dream shifted to your future new life. What if they laughed at you there as well? What if your behavior was so bad back at home, that the people of Capua heard of the rumors. No one would hire you. You would still be alone.

The nightmare shifts, and you're suddenly standing in the woods. A man, if you can call it that, stand in front of you. He has horns on his head, eyes black, wings surrounding his frame. He is no human, but he gives you a strange sense of safety. He's saying something, but you can't understand him. Then you notice his bloody hands, his bloody teeth.

You open your mouth the scream, but instead you say, "So, see you later alligator?" Your voice sounds different, almost like you had an unfamiliar accent. The 'man' gives you a puzzled look, "Yes, but I am not an alligator." Pain, your chest heaved with heartbreak as you walk away from him, into a glowing tree.

Wait! You want to scream. Where am I? Who are you? Instead, your dream self watches as the 'man' disappears until he's nothing but a memory. A locked echo you have forgotten in all these lives but this one. You can feel yourself waking up, how his face so easily turns hazy.

The sun peeks through one of the broken windows of the shack, effectively waking you up. Tiredly, you sit up. You look around for a moment, as if forgotten where you were. That dream, you couldn't help but think about it. It was like a distant memory, a place with a person you once knew. It's all garbled know, and you can't really recall the exact details in your wake.

Not that it matters, you have a journey ahead of yourself and you shouldn't waste daylight. A yawn leaves your lips as you stand, bones lightly cracking at the movement. You slip on your shoes, which are slightly damp from the snow. Without your mother noticing before you left, you had managed to sneak away some food. You take a moment to stretch before your walk while you eat.

You groan as you reach for they sky. Your body slightly aches from sleeping oh the floor, but you hope that your long stroll with that the pain away. Once you've finished warming up, you make your way outside. The morning cold nips at you immediately, but it's much more compared to the night.

The sun is over the horizon, still faints of pink from sunrise. There's no time to admire Earth's natural beauty. You have a voyage ahead of yourself.

It's the next day when you make it to the city of Capua. It's already almost sundown, and you need to find an inn quickly. The air is totally different. You can't help but feel like it's actually warmer here. There's so many people on the streets that they bump into each other, not bothering to apologize.

You actually feel a little honored when you yourself get knocked into. "Watch where you're going!" They practically scream at you. Still, there's not an ounce of anger in you when they do. Instead, you beam at them. You ignore how puzzled they look when you do.

You really want to explore the city, but your feet are unbelievably sore from the walking. Your lower back aches from the places you've been sleeping which consisted of the floors of abandoned homes. It was a sacrifice you were willing to make for this moment now.

The inn you find is small, low lit with candles, and cheap. It pretty much costs the entirety of your money pouch, but you need a good nights rest. Your room is small, merely a bed of hay with an even smaller desk.

Smiling, you set your belongings down and rest on the make shift bed. A new start, a life you've been dreaming of awaits you. When morning comes, you will look for a good job with good income. Screw your mom and the people that mocked you, they're the ones still stuck in that shit village.

Your dreams are still weird even here. You though you were having strange dreams because of the cold. In this instance, you're placed in a house so big you think it's a castle. People busy around you at the their tasks. You look down at yourself to see yourself wearing clothes of that of a maid.

The people, who you assume are other servants, talk in hush whispers. 'I hear he is cruel, unwilling to submit to anyone and anything.' 'That's not what I heard,' says another, 'I hear he has an illness, so he can't do normal tasks.' The room grows quiet when the person they were speaking of comes in.

His eyes don't bother looking at them, instead making his way past them. For a second, he meets yours. You stiffen under his gaze, his piercing eyes. A look of recognition passes him. Just as quick as he looked your way, he averts his eyes. 'You both are wrong.' One speaks once he's out of the room. 'He just prefers to be alone. Just likes it when someone keep his bed warm.' The voices snicker around you.

Morning comes quickly, ridding you of the details of your dreams. You have a mission today, and that's to find a job. The clothes you brought are not appealing to the eye, but they will have to do for now. You wear a nude color long sleeve over your white linen. Your skirt is long, almost brushing the ground. You wear stockings underneath and two pairs of sock.

The necklace feather matches your outfit well, and you wear it proudly. You clutch it in your hands, softly praying. Truthfully, you're nervous, scared even. You're in a new place with people and places you don't know. No one is here to help you, but then again, no one was there to help you back home.

Your quickly shown how difficult it is to find a job in a big city. Some people reject you rather harshly, and others don't even give you the time of day. That's fine, you try to convince yourself. It's only the first day, can't expect to have it all.

Now you sit in a tavern next to the fire to keep warm. The sun is still high, so not many people find themselves here. Only a few older men drink away, casually flirting with hostess who's just doing their job. The woman quickly spots you and makes her way to you. Once she's at your table, you wave your hand to dismiss her.

"I don't plan on getting a drink, sorry," you apologize. Instead she shakes her head, "No worries, I was truly trying to get away from those men. Just pretend to order something please." You immediately nod, "Of course. I'm sure working here can be stressful." She laughs, her cheeks turning a light pink. "Wouldn't you like to know? Pry, why come to this place if you don't plan on drinking?"

Her question leaves you a little embarrassed, but you find no harm in telling her the truth. "I came to this city looking for a job. I'm having no luck so far." She makes an open mouth expression in understanding. "Ah many young ladies like yourself do that same. Tell me, can you read?" Once again, you're embarrassed to tell the truth, but you do anyway.

"No. I come from a small village where schooling is scarce." You watch as her lips pinch into a thin line. "Reading is an important skill to have here in Capua, but I think your illiteracy might work in your favor." You eyes spark with hope as she continues speaking. "The Viscount is looking for a maid, only requiring that she doesn't have the ability to read. Does that interest you?"

You jump up from your seat, nodding frantically. "Yes! Oh Lord yes that's perfect!" You look around to notice the nearby older men staring at you. Quietly, you continue, "So where do I apply for the Viscount?" The hostess seems pleased at your reaction with the smile on her face.

"He lives up on the hill in the mansion, you cannot miss it. Though I should warn you, I hear he and his family can be quite unforgiving." She finishes. You shrug, "That is no matter to me. I thank you for your help." With that, you reach for your pocket and hand her there remaining money. It's honestly not even enough to order a round of pints, but she looks at it almost affectionately.

You can hear her telling you that she doesn't want the money, but you're already waving goodbye from the entrance. Your prayers have been answered.

a/n: hey yyaaalll I hoped you enjoyed. I hope it wasn't too boring, im just setting up the story yk. no clue how long this will be, no idea. I was actually planning on making nyryx a prince but I think that would've been too of a position for him. so yeah in case you haven't caught on, reader and nyryx are reborn in older times. I just love historical settings idk. also, if you saw another post of mine called 'lost & found'...no you didn't

taglist: @whatamidoing89, @panda-wolf, @fatgumsbby, @nekohollowsychogoth

#smut #chapter update #chapter 1 #original character #orignal character #orignal writing #original work #historic fiction #I have no idea what to tag #reader insert #reader imagine #reader story #story #story writing #short story #short fiction

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nanamismoonchild · 2 years

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→chapter 2: taking ass and kicking names

→ pairing: demon! ot7 bts x rebel!poc OC named Afternoon

→ genre/au: science fiction, dystopian au, thriller, smut, fluff, angst, enemieis to lovers, enemies to friends.

→ chapter summary: A little looksy loo at the Facility, a brief mention of afternoon’s past, and maybe some ass-kicking

→ rating: 18+

→wc: 5.7k

→warnings: mention of torture, mention of death, misuse of authority, sword-fighting, mention of bruising, please let me know if i missed something

→ author’s note: thank you to @hesperantha for betaing for me. please. im going to hire you, you made this chapter so much better. I’ve seen a bunch of people do this but this fic relies heavily on comments and asks!

if you would like to be tagged for this fic, please send an ask or comment below! Or you know, dig a tunnel into my home.

The file weighed heavy in her hands, shaking more as each second passed while she thought about her answer. Saying no would cause problems.

Insubordination was an automatic expulsion from the Facility. Chief could easily report Afternoon as a rogue agent and the higher ups within the Facility couldn’t care less about what happened to Afternoon or any individual agent. They wouldn’t send her to Disturbia but they would send her back into the unruly streets of Plais. It would only be a matter of time before she was caught by them.

Saying yes was the easiest choice and the safest. It would ensure she continued to be the hunter, not the hunted.. If she said yes, she could have time to plan everything and have the resources of the Facility on her side. Her team would give her the motivation that was needed to infiltrate Disturbia and save their two friends. She’d need it.

She knew Chief would force her to carry out this mission one way or another. Whether it was by force or by choice, Afternoon would have to go. The will to save people that weren’t just part of her team but her friends was overwhelming.

Afternoon took a deep breath and held it for a moment before exhaling heavily. it. Her team waited in anticipation for her answer. Chief sat behind her desk, a shit-eating grin plastered on her face. She knew what Afternoon’s answer was going to be.

“Yes,” Afternoon finally said flatly. She heard her teammates’ collective gasp.

“Good, you’ll leave-”

“When I say so,” interrupted Afternoon. She met Chief’s gaze, shoulders back, and hoped her voice wouldn’t tremble. “Sending me into Disturbia is one thing, but sending me in there with no preparation will only get me killed. And then neither of us will be able to save Lilith and Marigold.”

Chief’s eyes flashed, and Afternoon thought she saw a hint of a crimson around her irises. Must’ve been her imagination.

“Afternoon, this mission requires you to take immediate action. How long are you saying you need to prepare?”

“Long enough to make sure I do the job right. Lilith and Marigold are capable of keeping themselves alive for a couple of weeks.”

“You get three days, Afternoon.”

“A week.”

“Five days.”

“Two weeks.”

Aliah pinched her team leader as she saw Chief’s hands twitch. “Afternoon will take five days! And only inquire about more if she needs it.”

Afternoon nodded in thanks to her co-captain.

Chief folded her arms across her chest and was silent. The only sound in the room was the steady hum of the fan in the corner of the room near the window.

Afternoon glanced out the window at the purples and oranges painted across the sky. The sunset usually made her happy--a signifier that she had survived the day and gave her hope that she would survive the next as well. This time, though, she couldn't ignore the growing dread in the pit of her belly.

“Five days it is,” Chief finally stated. “No more and no less. You have full use of the resources that the Facility has. Money, weapons, food. It is all at your beck and call.”

“That was the plan anyway. You didn’t think I was going to hell on Earth with the clothes on my back did you?”

“That’s how Lilith and Marigold went. So why not you?”

“They were captured with their equipment. I know for certain that their gear wasn’t taken away. Disturbia wouldn’t be what it is if no one had protection.”

Chief swore under her breath, but backed down. “Your main goal is to bring my girls back. I don’t care if you escape or not. If they come back alive and tell me,you sacrificed yourself for them, I’d dance on your grave.”

Afternoon's hand seemed to raise of its own accord. Unbidden, the folder flew through the air toward Chief's head. The important papers that had laid out the details of the ill-willed mission flew around the room, whichTaylor would later say reminded them of paper airplanes.

Team Ace gasped as their normally cool-headed leader crawled across the short desk and snatched their Chief by her collar. For a brief second, Aliah thought she saw both of their eyes flash a deep purple.

Afternoon growled, “Let’s get three things clear. First, I am not your puppet. Second, I am doing this of my own accord, not yours. I am choosing to save Lilith and Marigold and bring them back to Team Ace. And third, I plan to come back and whoop your sorry ass in front of your daughters for disregarding the policies of the Facility. You used your mind-control on my team members and injured two of them. I have lost respect for you, Chief.”

And with that, she swept out of the room, an aura of anger trailing after her, leaving her team members in utter shock.

The Facility was stationed in an old university that had been abandoned by its students, faculty, and staff during The First Year.

The administration building, which was located to the north of the campus, housed the Chief’s quarters along with the meeting halls. The Facility’s founders were said to be in there as well. However, according to Taylor, they were never around.

Behind the administration building was the mess hall, which was just one of the many dining halls that students had once used. It was rare for anyone to eat there now, since the Facility had decided to use some of its considerable resources to incorporate mini-cafeterias into each of the dorms. Instead, the mess hall was mainly used for announcements for all of the teams.

A walk and a half down the hill was the library and the various buildings that previously housed the colleges. They were used to teach the kids who hadn’t finished high school and those who were selected to receive special training or were tapped for leadership trained here.

There were three dorms in the south of the campus, each housing multiple teams. There was the biggest dorm, The One Hundred, the closest to everything dorm: The Middle, and the smallest was The Three Hundred which is where Afternoon and her team live.. The old faculty of the university had thought it was amusing. Floors were occupied by different teams. The One Hundred could easily hold forty teams, The Middle held thirty, and The One Hundred was only able to hold ten. Eighty teams of eight people made up six hundred and forty agents of the Facility, all of whom were “rescued”off of the streets or enticed by a so-called reward the Facility would give them.

To the east, across from the railroad track, was the recreation center. The Facility’s recruits preferred to call it the combat gym. This is where the teams sparred with each other. Simply stepping into the gym meant you had to be on guard. People were usually hiding by the doors, ready to swipe an unsuspecting person.

It was where Afternoon was headed after the unfortunate meeting with Chief.

She needed to blow off the anger by beating up a poor rookie who knew no better than to challenge her. Was it the best way to deal with her confusing emotions? Probably not. But, if she was going to Disturbia, she might as well get as much practice in as she could.

Rock music by some band that had disbanded long ago blared through the speakers on the walls.

The first floor was mostly for people who wanted to chill and do a couple of squats or yoga. However, Afternoon had been a victim of becoming a pretzel when she let her guard down once. She avoided the area, so she kept going.

The second floor was a typical gym. Rollers, dumbbells, kettlebells and balls, treadmills, bikes and other equipment littered the floors in an organized chaos. Afternoon had seen someone almost get crushed by an exercise ball.

Her preferred floor was the third floor. It was primarily used for practice with swords–one of Afternoon’s favorite weapons to yield. The room was the size of a basketball court and was layered with blue foam floor mats. The windows were covered by blackout curtains, which made the room darker than what it should have been when handling dangerous weapons.

However, it was part of their training as agents of the Facility. Their main goal was to infiltrate Disturbia. And Disturbia was midnight in a forest form.

There were already a couple of teams inside the building waiting to unleash the day’s stress on some poor unfortunate soul. Afternoon nodded to a few of them even though in just a few minutes, they would become nothing but objects at the end of her sword.

Walking towards the back of the room, she opened the closet door that stored the weaponry. Falchions, sabers, claymores, katanas, and some Afternoon didn’t know the name of were for her choosing. Her favorite, though, was the double bladed sword. They were barely bigger than daggers, perfect for two-handed combat in close quarters. With them, Afternoon could could dance around two opponents and slice her way through an enemy line.

Grabbing one for each hand, she closed the closet door with her foot. She gripped the fine cloth that kept the swords together and gave them a twirl one at a time.

Perfect.

Sam, the lookout and paramedic for the third floor, blew his whistle. He was a tall, lanky blond man. He wore a crisp white shirt and khakis with too many pockets. His smile refused to wane even as the bulkiest of the agents stood in front of him. He made eye contact with each person as they all filed into the space, green eyes lingering on each face for at least a second or two.

“Alright, peeps. You already know the rules, but for the Facility’s sake I’ll repeat them,” he took out a piece of paper from one of the many pockets decorating his khaki’s. “Number one: your blades are all rubber. So there shouldn’t be any killing,” he says jokingly with a smile on his face. “Number two: if your opponent is downed, move on. Continuing to hit them will result in a foul and you will be put on dish duty for the week. Number three: remember that Disturbia waits for us all, so have fun while you can, but remember this is how you will fend for yourself.” He put it away after that happy note and smiled brightly at the agents in front of him. “Good luck out there. And newbies–”

“What. Sam?” An unfamiliar voice rose over the crowd as one of the rookies called out. “We just want to get out there and kick ass!” “I know you do,” he laughed. “I was just going to say watch out for Afternoon. She has her babies with her.” His green eyes found Afternoon’s brown ones and shone with glee. “ You may begin. ”

“Who the hell is Afternoon and who the hell names their child Afternoon ?” The rookie kept going.

Afternoon kicked their knee, sending them to the ground. Then she spun her left hand’s sword and flicked it across his back. Had the sword been metal, his back would’ve been sliced to smithereens. The rubber would just leave him with a nasty bruise on his back and an even worse one on his ego.

“I am Afternoon! And my momma named me after her favorite time of the day.”

She heard a wild scream from behind her and used the sword in her right hand to stab backwards. A yelp and a thud made her smile.

She spun around, keeping her arms elongated, thwarting any more sneak attacks. A brave rookie tried to jerk their claymore lazily in her direction. It was a weapon designed for close quarters combat, and the heftiness was obviously disagreeing with them. They were barely able to pick it up after that so-called jab.

She glided over to them and swept her right hand upright, sending her opponent reeling back.

“You broke my nose!”

“A lot more would have been broken had it not been for this rubber, rookie.”

She turned to face an older agent, Sarah, Sam’s twin sister. The same blonde hair and green eyes. Like Sam, she wore a smile that would stay there until she died. Unlike Sam, though, she was sculpted muscle. And the muscles were real and useful.

“Afternoon! How was your afternoon?” She laughed at her joke.

“Very funny,” Afternoon began to circle around Sarah. Her weak spots were usually hard to spot. But she had them. “But it was shitty thanks to Chief.”

“What’d Chief do?”

Sarah pulled something out of her pocket, a wicked blade that Afternoon silently thanked was rubber.

“Gave me an impossible mission but I couldn’t say no.”

Lunging herself at Sarah wouldn’t be a smart move. The blade that Sarah used was meant for close combat and was easy to maneuver unlike her twin blades. However, Afternoon had the advantage of having two weapons, which would (hopefully) get her another hit in.

She swiped at the blonde who easily jumped back, and used the weight of the swords to launch herself for another attack.

Sarah round-about kicked Afternoon into one of the walls. Pain ricocheted up the left side of her body.

“You can always say no to the missions. The Facility works through consent, you know this.”

Afternoon shook her head as she planned her next move. “Not this time.”

“Hm,” Sarah fingered the blade in her hands. “Mind telling the class what it is then?”

“Classified.”

Deciding that she had no choice but to get into close range, she threw her left sword to the ground and rushed at Sarah and tackled the older girl to the ground. Sarah must have been anticipating it though, since she managed to send Afternoon flying back into the wall.

She thought she heard something crack this time.

“Damn!”

Sarah laughed and came over to help Afternoon. “You’ll never beat me, Noon.”

Afternoon grunted, holding her arm close. “One of these days, Sarah.”

The fight between the two girls had lasted no more than a simple conversation. It was the longest Afternoon had ever held her ground against Sarah.

By the time Sam had called the fight officially over, Afternoon had been healed and given a “you’ll get it next time” pat on the back. Sarah had completely wiped the floor with everyone, but Afternoon held to the pride that she lasted the longest. One of the guys that was seated next to her in the infirmary had his head almost knocked off.

Sam sashayed into the room with his sister by his side. She looked like his personal bodyguard. Not an inch of sweat was on her forehead.

“Alright, champs. You all got beat to oblivion. But you did your best.”

Afternoon counted down the seconds before he launched into his regular speech.

“But, rookies, the field is going to be worse. The enemies won’t have rubber or plastic swords. They might not even have swords. Our goal at the Facility is… what?”

“Take control of what we lost,” everyone said.

“Exactly. And the only way to do this is with everyone prepared. What I saw out there was terrible and I will be letting your chiefs know that every single one of you will need extra training. So be prepared to see your schedules get a lot more hectic. Got it?”

“Got it,” everyone said.

“Good. Now go eat dinner!”

The infirmary filled with a mild chaos as everyone filed out of the room. Afternoon wished she had waited for her team, so they could have all walked back to the dorm together. They had more than likely gone to another sparring class.

Instead, she had to walk alone with her thoughts. It was fine though. The night was warm and the walk wasn’t a long one.

Besides, she needed to think. What would she do in five days? What did she need? Who did she need? If she knew her teammates well enough, they had snatched up the folder she had thrown, gathered all the papers, and read through it. They would know that she could bring one person with her. But who exactly would it be?

Her stomach growled and she forced herself to move quicker. She hadn’t eaten all day, and the energy for the fight had only been a result of her anger at Chief. Her thoughts went back to when she thought her leader’s eyes had changed colors.

Crimson.

Her only knowledge of eyes changing colors was with one of them. And he wasn’t allowed to set foot on this campus. Not without alerting everyone. But Afternoon knew better. He could do whatever the hell he wanted. And if he wanted to use her respectable leader, then he very much would if it meant getting under her skin.

“Shit.”

If it was him, then she just fell into his trap. Hook, line, and sinker. She should have known, but now it was too late. Besides, she needed to save her teammates and friends.

“Afternoon! Where did you go?” Aliah was barreling towards her. Behind her was Taylor, Aria, and Holly. Jack was probably already stuffing his face.

“Went to the rec. Got my ass beat by Sarah again.”

Taylor giggled, “You’re never gonna win that fight are you?” “Of course she’s not. Sarah always converses with her and Afternoon falls for it every single time.”

“Aria, shut up. And I’ll have you know that I lasted an entire conversation this time, boo.”

Holly joined in with Taylor’s laughing, making Afternoon’s cheeks warm.

“Y’all leave the poor girl alone,” Aliah chastised. “Besides, she needed it after the bullshit Chief put her through.”

“I needed an ass-whooping?” She asked playfully.

Aliah simply smiled and patted her captain on the back. “Let’s go eat. We gots a lot to chat about don’t we?”

The cafeteria was large enough for twenty round tables that could sit eight. Yellow walls and white lights greeted them as they made their way into the building. Their cafeteria was filled with the chatter of their dorm mates. The smell of french fries and burgers wafted through Afternoon’s nose and she couldn’t wait to get a bite of a veggie burger loaded with everything on it. Her stomach began to growl harder and louder as she made her way closer.

The group gets in line and feels their plates to the brim before finding a place to sit. Their usual table was near the exit to the elevators (courtesy of Aria who loved having a quick escape to her room). Jack was already sitting down with two burgers on his tray.

“Lucky bastard,” Holly remarked disapprovingly.

Jack must’ve heard her since he said, “I got my ass kicked early so I could get the first pick.”

Afternoon nearly swallowed her whole plate and chugged down her soda. Stress and skipping two meals had made her hungrier than a horse.

“Girl, if you don’t slow down-”

“Gonna get another plate. I’ll be back.”

“I knew this was going to happen,” Holly said. Her accent and the food in her mouth making it sound like she was saying “Aif knewf dist twas goanna to hawwen.”

“Same,” Taylor handed their burger over to Jack, who accepted it gleefully. They hated burgers, but adored fries so their plate was loaded with extra portions from everyone

Afternoon rolled her eyes and went to make herself another plate. However, Aliah wasn’t budging.

“You’re going to be sick if you eat another plate so soon. So sit down and let it settle.”

Afternoon grumbled but sat down. She may have been Captain, but Aliah was co-captain. And she had been picked for a reason.

“We read through your file. We think you should reconsider your answer.”

Oh. She wasn’t prepared for that.

“Why?”

“It’s dangerous. You might not come back. And then Marigold and Lilith will be damned right along with you,” Aria huffed. She wasn’t one to curse.

“Yes, it is dangerous, but I made a decision-”

“Without us,” interrupted Jack. He wiped his mouth clean before continuing, “You made a decision without your team.”

“We know you can take one of us with you,” Holly pointed out.

Afternoon felt a terrible churning deep in her belly as the food she'd eaten so quickly threatened to revolt. This wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have in the middle of dinner, in a cafeteria full of other teams.

“I’m not taking any of you with me. Like you said, it’s dangerous and-”

Cries of “What the hell and “What the fuck” rose from her team. It attracted the attention of a nearby team named Team Bee, one of the members actually getting up and coming over to their table to assist. Just her luck. It was Leah. The one person who she was going to have to consult for this mission.

Leah was a short Latina with wide dove-gray eyes and a delicate build, but everyone quickly learned she wasn’t to be trifled with. She was quick-witted and used her small frame to get into the smallest of places. She kept her hair short and her clothes plain. She was her team’s best covert operations agent. If they needed her to disappear in and out quickly, then she could be.

“What’s with all the yelling, folks? Afternoon, you need help?” Leah asked, assuming position.

“No, Leah,” she kept her head down, feeling a headache coming along. “They’re just upset about a mission.”

“What’s the mission? Perhaps I can help.”

A flashback to a time where she and Leah were on an impromptu team flooded through Afternoon’s thoughts. It almost made her smile.

“Actually, Leah, sit down. We need to fill you in.”

After telling Leah the experience with Chief and the contents of the files, Leah sat back and stared at Afternoon, who was doing the same to her. Her brown eyes met Leah’s gray ones.

“Wow.”

“Wow is correct.”

“You really have to go back there?” Aliah’s eyes roamed back and forth between them. “What do you mean by ‘go back’”

“I was the one who recruited Afternoon to become an agent of the Facility. I saw her one day out on the street, hiding behind a trash can. I knew who she was instantly. Now she’s just a few years older…and a few years wiser…”

It was the First Year. The year they had come up from below the Earth and decided they wanted to take over. They became the law of the land. Judge, jury, executioner. They loaded those who didn’t agree with them into vans and sent them to their own version of Hell.

Disturbia. A forest so deep and so dark that you could lose sight of yourself there. But it’s not just a forest. It’s a jail in the form of abandoned woods filled with horror. They don’t kill you. That would be too easy.

They make you work for your survival. They make it hard. They make it rough.

Afternoon was only ten when she and her parents were loaded into a van one day. Away from the home she had grown up in. Her parents had committed an act of treason. They had protested against this new government.

As soon as she arrived, they were separated by people who couldn’t care less about the tears falling down her face as she reached for her mom and dad desperately.

She was placed in a run-down cottage with other kids around her age and some much older. The cottage was supposed to only housed about six people at the most. Afternoon had a feeling there was more than that. The living room was filled with bunk beds and mats. Afternoon had to squeeze her way through the hallway to get to the bathroom. The bathroom was, thankfully, clean and well taken care of. It had cold running water that she used to clean her face and wash her hands. The toilet seemed to be working too.

Across from the bathroom was a small kitchen-a stove, a fridge, and one countertop. Noodle packs were sitting on the floor in crates. A girl barely older than Afternoon was watching over a large pot of boiling water.

She introduced herself as Leah, wand turned out to be thirteen but so short Afternoon had mistaken her to be around her age. . She had been there months before Afternoon arrived and told the girl a few things she knew as she cooked noodles to feed everyone.

She pointed out where the guards like to watch over them. Taught them their names and their abilities.

“Don’t ever say their names aloud. They are demons. And demons go where demons are called.”

Afternoon made sure to remember that.

Leah introduced her to some of the other kids in the living room as they handed out bowls. There were fifteen children in all. All without parents. Taken away by monsters that wanted pure dominance.

It made her angry.

“We’re going to bust out of here soon. And we’re going to need you.”

“What about our parents?” Leah patted Afternoon’s afro. “We don’t think of them anymore.”

“Why not, Leah? We’re going to need as much people power if we want to escape. You said it yourself!”

The other kids smiled sadly at Afternoon. She hated it. The smiles felt like pity.

“Afternoon, there are things here that I hope you never find out,” Leah started. “And what happens to parents is one of those things.”

Afternoon was afraid to ask what happened. Her emotions were already all over the place from being separated. From the joy she had lost. From the love she she missed already.

Leah walked her over to a bed and laid her on it.

“Sleep. And then we’re getting you right back out of here. OK? You don’t need to worry.”

“Shouldn’t I know the plan now?” “You’re pretty damn smart, pequeño.”

“Yeah, I am. Now tell me the plan,” Afternoon demanded as she fluffed her pillow–it was as hard as rock.

Leah had been there longer and clearly knew the ropes already, but it was obvious that she and Afternoon were on the same page in terms of wanting to take action, neither one of them content to be left to their fate.

The group of parentless kids each told their parts of the plan. Afternoon soon found out that they were planning on a riot.

“Where are you going to get a bunch of people to even riot? There’s only ten of you, plus me, which makes eleven. That’s not exactly a distraction.”

Lee Jimin answered her question. He was one of the kids who had been here for a year.

“Some of us aren’t leaving. I won’t. Spent too much time here, and I know newbies are still going to be coming whether we escape or not. Someone has to be here to teach them the ropes.”

“That’s bullshit!” Leah pinched Afternoon’s cheeks. “Language!”

Jimin smiled sadly at the little girl. “She’s right though. It is bullshit. But if it gets kids like you out of here and back into the world, then I don’t mind.”

After some gentle (and not so gentle) coaxing, Afternoon settled under the scratchy blanket they had given her and fell asleep. She dreamed of her mother’s warm arms and her dad’s chocolate chip cookies. She didn’t know if she would ever see them again.

When she woke up, it was the same as it was before she fell asleep. Dark and cold. Uninviting. Her mom had named her after her favorite time of the day. When the sun had settled in the sky and was preparing for the evening. The middle of the day where your day could turn around for the best or the worst.

The other kids were already gone, probably preparing for their parts of the plan. They had let her sleep in.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Leah sang as she handed Afternoon a granola bar.

She took it and unwrapped it, eating as she spoke. “Is it really waking up if the sun didn’t come up?”

“The sun never rises or sets here. We only have the moon, and even that can be an enemy,” Leah sighed. “That’s why we gotta get you small ones-” “I’m not small!” “You are to them.” Afternoon finished off her granola, a little sad that her breakfast was so meek. “Are they really demons?” Leah nodded, taking Afternoon’s wrapper and throwing it into a small pile of trash near the door. Afternoon took the time to really look at Leah. Even though only a few years separated them in age, Leah seemed infinitely older. Since Afternoon had gotten here, she was always frowning. Always in thought.

“Well. I’ll give you a moment to get yourself together. The sink has running water, so you can clean your face. And there’s some clean clothes in the drawer. I’ll be back in a few. I hope you’re prepared for the shitshow.”

She wasn’t prepared. There were screams. Everywhere. They had been running for what seemed like hours. Most of the kids had given up earlier. It was only due to Leah and Jimin that she was able to carry on.

They were close to their escape–Afternoon could feel it on her tongue.

But they were close, too.

She could hear them muttering amongst themselves. Trees rustled as they breezed by. They were going to catch up with the group. And who knew what would happen to them if they were caught.

It was at this moment that Afternoon knew what to do. She had only been here for a day whereas most of the children had been here for the year. Afternoon didn’t have anywhere to go without her parents. And her parents were still here. She could feel it in her soul.

She broke out of the group and ran in a different direction. She sped through the trees, getting a few scratches from branches and a couple of leaves in her mouth. Nothing was going to deter her.

She could hear Leah and Jimin yell for her. She prayed they wouldn’t come after her.

Please escape. I’ll see you guys soon.

She ran until she came across a clearing. The moonlight cast an eerie glow in the center of the field. The grass was still as if it were anticipating Afternoon’s move. Or as if it sensed what she was going to do.

Afternoon remembered what Leah had told her in the kitchen.

“You call one of their names. They all come.”

She took a deep breath and steeled herself before calling their names. She couldn’t change her mind now. The fate of the others rested on her shoulders. And she’d be damned if the other kids couldn’t make it out.

She screamed as loud as her lungs would allow her. “Kim Namjoon!”

Nothing happened for several moments. But then, the hairs on the back of her neck started to rise. Her skin started to itch. And her body froze.

She could no longer flex her fingers or even blink.

Fear rose within her, but she tamped it down with the comfort that the others would escape.

It was only a pregnant second before she saw them.

They were young, handsome men. Men her mom would have swooned at, and men her dad would have cracked a beer open with.

Right now…right now their eyes were set on her big, innocent brown ones.

Taking the stairs had never made Afternoon so grateful. She was able to be rid of the awkwardness that would have come with the elevator ride to their floor.

Her body was tired and her emotions were frayed. Thinking back to that fateful day had left her feeling hollow.

The hallway to her room seemed to stretch into a thousand miles.

“Afternoon!” Aliah yelled out.

“Not now, Aliah,” she huffed out.

The rest of her team were quiet. They had known their leader was strong, but to hear she had braved Disturbia…Respect for her had risen.

Holly raced in front of Afternoon and blocked her from continuing, despite being the smallest member of the team.

“Stop.” Her Scottish accent made it cute.

Taylor and Jack stood next to her. Taylor picked at their nails while saying, “You know we love you, right?”

“Yes. But apparently, you don’t love me enough to get the hell out of my way.”

Jack rolled his eyes. Aliah and Aria made their way around her too, so that her incomplete team without Marigold and Lilith stood in front of her. Their eyes trained on hers.

Afternoon expected to see some sort of pity but detected none.

Aliah spoke, “Afternoon, we’ve known each other for years. We trained together as rookies. We sleep in the same room, for fuck’s sake.”

“I know I didn’t tell you. It’s not exactly something you tell people.”

“Yes it is,” Aria exclaimed. “You’re the Facility’s greatest asset. And-”

“First of all, I’m no one’s asset. I’m not a tool.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“What she meant, Afternoon,” Jack started, cutting his eyes towards Aria. “We don’t deserve you as our team leader.”

An audience was gathering on the stairs behind them.

“Can we take this to me and Aliah’s room?”

“Nah, I’m tired. Jack and I are going to get some shut-eye,” Taylor yawned.

“We are?” “Yes.”

Taylor dragged poor Jack by the ear and started off to their room. Aria and Holly followed suit, leaving Aliah and Afternoon alone in front of their door.

“Why’d they change their minds so quickly?”

Aliah shrugged and opened the door to their room. The smell of Aliah’s essential oils permeated the air. It was set on an hourly mist so they’d always come into a room smelling of lavender or morning dew.

Afternoon fell onto her bed, not bothering to take off her suit and boots. That would be tomorrow's problem.

“Good thing tomorrow afternoon is laundry day for our floor. Those sheets are gonna be stanky as hell,” commented Aliah dryly.

“You’re right, but I don’t care.”

Afternoon felt Aliah’s eyes on her back, so she turned over to face her friend.

“What?”

“You’re going to take me.”

If Afternoon hadn’t been as tired as she felt, she would have sat up. Instead, she dragged a pillow under head and nodded. Her eyes were slowly closing.

“I’ll sleep on it and let you know tomorrow.”

Her body relaxed and she fell asleep under Aliah’s watchful but caring gaze.

HERE IS ZE POLL!

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Closer

Awsten’s boyfriend, Ash, (original male character) age regresses when he just needs to relax. Luckily, Awsten’s the best caregiver ever.

In the world of “I need you closer or I need it over,” this is what happens when Awsten’s lover comes closer.

Notes: Love you guys! If you’re interested in similar content, check out my story I’m Sorry, I Can’t Help It about little!awsten.

TW: Caregiver called “dada,” discussion of Awsten being scared of spiders

AND ON TO THE STORYYYYYY

“Awsie! Awsie!” Ash squeals, running onto the tour bus searching for his boyfriend. “Awsie, look what I found at the gift shop!” Ash keeps yelling, whipping his head around wildly looking for Awsten with an infectious smile growing across his face.

“Hey bug!” Awsten calls from the couch. “Come show me!” Finally locating the red-haired boy, Ash throws himself over the back of the couch, flopping over into Awsten’s lap with a screech.

“Is a puppy!” Ash says, holding up a small dog stuffed animal made of soft, minky fabric with adorable floppy ears.

“They’re almost as cute as you, sweetpea! What’s their name?” Awsten asks, matching the little’s excitement.

“His name’s Bailey,” Ash replies matter-of-factly.

Awsten laughs, “Okay then, Bailey. It’s nice to meet you! How old are you feeling?”

“No no no!” Ash erupts into a fit of giggles. You’re supposed to ask me how old I feel!”

“Oh my mistake. How silly of me,” Awsten says seriously before switching back to the goofy tone of voice he adopts when he can tell Ash is regressed. “Well then Ashy, how old are you feeling?”

“M three!” Ash responds excitedly with a slightly childish lisp that makes the number come out more like ‘free.’ It makes Awsten smile as he notices it. When his real baby voice comes out like that it usually means he’s actually let himself slip all the way. Awsten tries not to make a big deal out of it, but he loves when his boyfriend regresses around him. He not only finds it adorable, but it feels like a show of trust. He’s playing the role of a parent and Ash is letting him. Sometimes, Ash even calls him dada, but not often, as the little has a hard time not feeling guilty or embarrassed about finding comfort in the name.

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, Awsten nods thoughtfully. “Oh! You’re a big boy today!” He jokes, scooping Ash up and pulling him onto his lap. He’s so grateful Ash was finally comfortable with Awsten explaining his regression to the others on the tour. It makes everything easier, and they sometimes even have fun together. Awsten doesn't have to worry about Jawn, Otto, Geoff, or Lucas walking in and thinking something is going on, because as soon as they hear the lilt in their bandmates voice, they know Ash is just little. It’s been so fun to bring him along on the tour this time, and Awsten’s pretty sure he’s having a good time too, as evidenced by the great, big smile and bright eyes looking up at him right now. “Do you want cuddles or do you want to play with Bailey, love?”

“Wan play!” Ash yells. Awsten rolls his eyes lovingly at the younger’s terrible volume control.

“Okay, bubba,” Awsten says, picking the boy up and setting him on the floor. They both lay down on their stomachs and Ash starts to play with Bailey. Awsten reaches to the left to pull out Ash’s box of little toys and picks a small green turtle for himself.

“Jenny!” Ash squeals, seeing the turtle Awsten picked.

“Why don't we have a tea party?” Awsten suggests.

Just as Awsten brings up the idea, Lucas walks onto the bus with Geoff in tow. “A tea party?” Lucas says excitedly, “I sure hope I’m invited!” Ash’s eyes light up seeing some of his boyfriends – and therefore his – closest friend.

“You’re invited, Lulu! And you can comes too Effy,” Ash exclaims, looking at Awsten absolutely thrilled to have more company.

Awsten smiles warmly at Geoff and Lucas, more grateful than anything for how they’d not only welcomed his boyfriend into their circle, but welcomed his regression and little side with open arms. They’d been absolutely perfect, and it just made Awsten even more sure that he had found his people. Listening to Ash call them ‘Lulu’ and ‘Effy’ made his heart feel like it was going to explode.

“Should I get us some refreshments, Ashy?” Geoff asks, leaning down to the little on the floor. He gets a nod and a grin in response.

“Lulu you gotta pick a stuffy,” Ash states and Awsten shrugs at his manager.

“You heard him!”

Digging through the basket, Lucas picks out a pink bunny named Strawberry. She’s usually his go to when he plays with little Ash. “Can I bring Strawberry again?”

“Mhm!” Ash responds, sitting up and crawling into Awsten’s lap. Awsten and Lucas make eye contact, knowing Ash is getting smaller and this may not last all that long with how sleepy they look. Awsten helps Ash get situated in his lab and wraps his arms around Ash, who has both Bailey and Jenny in his lap.

“The tea is prepared!” Geoff calls out and walks over to them. They all laugh at Geoff’s silly accent as he passes out the ‘tea.’ The ‘tea’ is actually apple juice, because Lord knows neither Ash or Awsten would actually drink tea unless all the sugar in the bus was poured into it.

“Well this is delicious!” Awsten responds, matching Geoff’s silly voice. “Thank you for putting his in a sippy,” he adds quietly.

“Dada you’re so silly!” Ashy yells without even considering that he usually refuses to call Awsten anything other than Awsie in front of company. Lucas and Geoff smile. Awsten has talked to them both about how guilty Ash feels about calling him that. They’re both happy to see Ash more relaxed around them. He clearly makes Awsten happy and they both deserve that. Being a caregiver seems to give Awsten a purpose he didn't have before. He takes care of himself better, because now he has Ash to take care of too, on occasion.

“Your dada is so silly!” Geoff laughs out. “Yesterday, he saw a spider and he got so scared he squealed just like you!”

“Dada are you scared of spiders?” Ash asks, shocked. “How are you scared of da spiders? I loves spidies!”

“I don’t know, bubs! I just don't like them very much, but I am so glad you like them!”

Lucas giggles at how far Awsten had downplayed his fear of spiders to his boyfriend. “Ashy, your dada is so scared of spiders. Sometime, you can come with me and we can go see some spidies because Awsie is a little too nervous around them,” Lucas says.

“Yes! Let's go see some spidies, Lulu!”

Lucas laughs. “Another time, but soon, Ashy!”

Awsten shudders just thinking about the creatures and tries to change the subject. “Sweetie, do you need some help with your tea?”

“Yes peas dada,” Ash says with a hint of embarrassment.

“No problem, sweetpea! It’s a good thing Geoffy put it in your sippy,” Awsten reminds as he helps Ash lean the cup up to take a sip. “Good job, bubs,” he adds, lowering the cup and setting it down on the carpet.

“No wait! Bailey needs some too!” Ash screeches.

Awsten flinches away from the loud noise briefly, but recovers momentarily. “Silly me! Here, hold Bailey and I will give him a sip,” Awsten suggests. As Ash holds Bailey up, Awsten pretends to let the stuffie drink out of Ash’s sippy cup.

Lucas watches and then says, “I’m going to give Strawberry some too! She must be so thirsty!” Gently, Lucas props up the bunny against his knee and pretends to give her a drink from his glass.

Geoff, realizing he is the only on without a stuffed animal, reaches over to the bin and picks up a blue sea horse. “Ashy, can I play with this one?”

“Uh huh! Dats Reggie,” Ashy states. “Make sure he gets tea too. Kay?”

“I will,” Geoff promises and pretends to give Reggie the seahorse a bit of his apple juice. “Does dada’s turtle need some too?”

“Jenny! Dada you forgot Jenny!”

Awsten, not entirely sure how to recover from this grave error, looks to Geoff.

“Oh, dada didn’t forget, he was just busy holding you, Ashy,” Geoff suggests hopefully. Awsten’s face has a hilarious ‘you’re my savior’ look across it and Geoff struggles not to laugh at his friend.

“Mmm, kay,” Ash accepts. Then, he picks up the little turtle, Jenny, and hands her to Geoff. “Give her a drink?”

“Absolutely,” Geoff says, miming letting the turtle pick the glass up and drink from it. Geoff watches as Ash’s eyes start to close and he gives Awsten a look.

“Ashy, honey, are you sleepy?” Awsten says after noticing the obvious exhaustion painted on the little’s face.

“Nuh uh,” Ash responds quietly, beginning to suck on his thumb.

“Honey no. That’s dirty. Can you use your paci instead?” Awsten reminds.

Ash just curls closer into Awsten and neglects to reply.

Lucas stifles a laugh, “I’ll get it, Awsten. In their bunk?”

Awsten nods gratefully and pulls his little one in closer. “Lulu is getting your paci, bubba. You know we don’t put fingers in our mouths.”

Lucas walks back with the decorated blue pacifier. It has little sea creatures on it and small gems along the shield. Slowly and so very gently, Awsten pulls Ash’s thumb from their mouth and grabs the paci from Lucas, quickly pressing it into the little’s mouth. He makes the switch with practiced ease and Ash hardly stirs. “Thanks, guys. He loves you so much.”

“Of course,” “Anytime,” Geoff and Lucas respond at the same time.

“You guys can totally stay, but I am going to get into bed with him for a little while. He’s out cold, but if I let him out of my arms, he’ll definitely wake up and he really could use the sleep,” Awsten says. “If you stay, could you try to keep the volume down when you can?

“Oh yeah, of course.”

“Absolutely, man! We’ll be quiet.”

“Thanks, you two. You’re literally the best friends I could ask for.”

“We know,” Geoff jokes. “Jawn and Otto will be mad they missed the tea party.”

Lucas laughs quietly, “I think you mean Awny and Oddo.”

“Oh shut it Lulu,” Jawn quips, him and Otto walking in at the best – or worst – time.

“Hey guys–” Awsten starts, trying not to laugh and wake the little in his lap.

“Don’t worry, Awsten. I know. Ash is little, be quiet, they need the sleep, you're going to get in the bunk with them. Am I right?” Jawn lists with certainty.

“...Yes,” Awsten admits.

“We all know the drill now, man,” Geoff comments, snickering as he watches Awsten try to stand up while carrying Ash. “You did it! Congrats!” Geoff says sarcastically as Awsten finally gets to his feet.

“Dude!” Awsten shushes, putting Ash into his bunk and crawling in along with him before pulling the curtain closed. A second later, he sticks an arm out reaching down to the floor to grab Bailey who’d fallen out. “Naptime, guys.”

Otto responds in a whisper, “Yeah, yeah. It’s a good thing you two are cute.”

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veryorignalthoughts · 4 months

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Princess

“Dad really does need to stop calling me for this stuff” Beatrice grabbed her sister’s arm and placed it over hers.

“I mean I get why you’re here. You’re freaking husband is the host.” She continued on.

“Yes, and you’re still la princesa. Which is why you must be here. Everyone wants you here. To be graced with your presence and poise.” Anna, her older sister, chuckled.

“Oh hush” Beatrice ruffled her gown a bit more. “You’ll be fine. I know you don’t like these things, but it’ll go by fast I promise.” Anna added.

“Anna, te necesito aqui” her husband called out to her. She nodded and gave her sister a thumbs-up. “Smile.” She pointed to her mouth. Beatrice gave a snarl.

“Like you mean it” Anna blew her a kiss and turned away.

Beatrice didn’t get why she was still seen as the little princess of the drug world. She was 21year old woman. Not the smily shiny little girl she once was.

And yet she was still the holder of the title.

Every cartel had one. One daughter of a founding member of the little gang seemed to become some sort of twisted Disney Princess.

And in her world she was chosen. Was chosen and raised accordingly. She always thought her bright red hair had marked her. While everyone else in her family sported a sheer black look.

Her father, Rodger Millow, was the biggest partner north of the border. They resided in New York a few miles from the big city. She was still called to accompany him to these cartel parties and events. Like it was a country club or something.

The only saving grace to Beatrice was her sister, whose husband worked in the business.

Now faced with being partially alone she turned to meander with the little people of the group. Mid tier people trying to make it in the bigger fish’s pond.

Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she paused. Beatrice had specifically chosen a more adult look. This was to be the last time she played Princess.

Her hair framed her face with loose curls at the end.

She picked out her long shimmering gold Valentino cocktail dress that had a slit in the side that went straight up to her hip, save for an inch you could have seen something you shouldn’t.

She looked up and suddenly realized that guests were pouring in. That was her cue to whisk them away.

Practically leaping into the arms of Don Eladio she twirled them around into a hug. She could tell they all got the message. She was a grown woman who can now take your breath away.

“I’m so glad to see you” she smiled. “It’s been too long” he kissed her cheek and went on to start the party. He was good at that. The Salamanca’s stood close behind him. She warmly greeted Hector and simply said hello to the others.

But Lalo, didn’t simply take the simple gesture.

“You look breathtaking, my dear” he cupped both her hands and kissed them.

“You’re still a scoundrel I see” she giggled nervously. He was much much older than her. He could have been her dad at his age. But she still ate it up.

“Thank you, though. It’s nice of you to say” Beatrice stumbled out. “Why don’t we have a drink, eh? You look nervous” his smile could just melt her. She only nodded in response and let him take her away.

The night went on and for the bulk of it Beatrice had been talking to Eduardo. No matter how many times she tried to leave he’d guide her back to him. He asked her to dance and she very willingly agreed.

Lalo knew exactly what he was doing to her. He wondered how he hadn’t done this sooner. Daddy’s girls always fell for him. He loved it.

He pulled her closer and danced just about chest to chest. “Mr. Salamanca, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me. Lalo leaned in to make his official move.

“Quiero hacer algo más que coquetear” he deepened his voice and whispered to her. Her face turned purple she blushed so hard. Beatrice felt lightheaded from his attentions. “I-I um. I don’t know what to say to that” she stumbled.

“You don’t have to say anything” he grabbed her hand and dragged her along behind him. Finding an empty room far away from the party, he whipped her around and kissed her.

She slunk back becoming intimidated by him and his stature. Beatrice knew that this was a line she probably shouldn’t cross. That Eduardo Salamanca was known for doing this.

But God, his cologne, his touch, his voice all of it was so intense and inviting. She could feel him smoothing her over. And she liked it.

“You want this don’t you” he half asked. It was really more of a statement, but she had whimpered a yes as she deepened the kiss. He had her against the wall. “I’m not very…” she looked around.

“Experienced? I know. That’s why you need me. I’ll show you how it’s supposed to go. Make you feel things that boys can’t do.” He brushed her hair out of the way. Tugging so she had to look him dead in the eyes.

“You think you’re that good” she breathily laughed.

“I know I am” he turned her around to face the mirror that made up one wall of the room. “Your brother-in-law an exhibitionist?” He smiled biting her neck leaving little marks as he went. “Wouldn’t know” Beatrice breathed.

“We should stop” she couldn’t look away from the mirror. Neither of them moved to do anything of the sort. “I don’t think you want to do that” he chuckled at how much he was effecting her.

He moved to undo her dress, it dropped with a thud on the floor. Her chest and bare body now exposed. Lalo tossed her on the bed like nothing. He scraped her underwear off with ease.

Before she knew it, he was on her. Rolled up his sleeves and dove in. Her hips bucked on their own as she twitched at the feeling. “Ahh!” she bit back what she wanted to say.

He looked up from the mess he was making. “Don’t you dare hold back” he said with a dark glint in his eyes. She was inclined to obey.

“Fuck” she squealed. “It’s too much! It’s too much” she writhed on the bed trying to move away from the source of overwhelming sensations. He gripped her thighs hard enough to leave marks.

She felt something she had only felt with herself. “Oh fuck, Daddy” she cried out as one of the strongest orgasms in her life shocked and pulsed through her.

He looked up grinning, “Daddy huh?”

“I’m sorry it just came out. I” he cut her off.

“Did I say I didn’t like it?” He questioned. Quick to undress himself, he motioned for her to get closer. “Show Daddy what skills you have” he guided her head down.

Beatrice smiled and began greedily sucking him down. Easily taking all of him. “Ohhh fuck” he laughed and threw back his head. “You do this too easy, little girl” he breathed.

She looked up stopping for a moment, “I’m a singer, I know my throat very well.” She went back to making him groan and grind against her mouth and tongue. He felt a bit too close, and had no intention on stopping. He pulled her away and looked down at her. “Up” he simply commanded.

Bouncing up and wiping her mouth off she did as she was told. She had a hungry look to her. To Lalo she was perfect with her hair all messed up and lips so pink; just waiting to be told what to do next.

Wordlessly he topped her and without hesitation slid into her. She whimpered at the fullness she felt. He began bucking and leaning over her.

“Yes” she whined, “You are great! Holy fuck!”

Eduardo laughed effortlessly and decided to make her go crazy. Knowing exactly how girls like her wanted it.

He situated them into doggy facing the mirror.

He felt her pulse around him. “Oh, you’re the exhibitionist” he pulled back her hair and used it as a handle. “ You like seeing what dirty things Daddy is doing to his little girl.” He grabbed at her picking up the pace as he did.

Beatrice moaned and shook her head fervently. “Use your words baby girl” he smiled.

“Yes” she said between poundings. “Yes what?” He smirked as he moved his hand down to her clit and began to pull at her seams.

“FUCK! I fucking LOVE what Daddy does to his little girl” she closed her eyes and practically screamed. “I know you do” he growled.

Lalo dug deep and went even harder. “Dah-daddy I’m going to” she squealed. “Cum for me Beatrice” he gritted through his teeth. She came so hard she felt it running down her legs. He felt it too and was head over heels for her. She was just so eager to please and easy to play with.

As much as he wanted to stay like this, having her call out his name and anything else she might think of.

“Where do they usually” he grunted. “Out, but I’m on”Beatrice belted out as he hit her especially hard. “Good girl” he said.

Grabbing her hips, he locked eyes with her in the mirror. Looking at how beautifully undone the young woman beneath him. Finally he found his release with a smile and a groan.

Lalo and Beatrice fell together in a mess of sheets.

“We should get back” he threw his arm around her.

“I’d rather stay here with you” She looked up at him. “Don’t worry this isn’t over, Princess” he winked.

#eduardo salamanca #lalo salamanca #lalo x reader #orignal character #oc #fanfic #better call saul #Eduardo x reader #explict #smut #fun smut #I'm all grown up #i just think they're neat #love this man #for now and ever #entertainment

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salacious-seventh-heaven · 2 years

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For you, my beloved, anything.

Good morning/afternoon/evening,

Before I begin, I'd like to start with a thank you to everyone who has followed my content so far, and holy crap, we're getting close to 20 followers! How cool is that! The content for today's brain-rotted post will consist of Minors Not Fucking Interacting. The actual content warning will be after this, so check it out, so you're not set up with undesired surprises. I think this is how I will start formatting my works now. Let me know if you prefer this over my other style.

Content Warning: This is an NSFW work, and while it will not contain any gore or notable violence, it will have light descriptions of self-destructive habits as well as graphically describes sexual content that includes kinks and fetishes such as but not limited to; body worship, praise, scenting, marking (biting, hickeys, etc.), breeding, orgasm manipulation, double penetration, and bondage. If these are not things that interest you, that's fine, but do not come into the comments section to complain about them. Scrolling or blocking my account from your view does well enough.

This is a polycule or ot3 for complete original character pairing containing two of my own and one from a good friend of mine @noiselessthunder. I'm sure you'll appreciate this as much as I did writing this. For everyone else, context Elliot is a werewolf, he also has a pussy, Dakarius is a slime, and Arius @noiselessthunder 's character is a bull-man.

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Elliot wouldn't often become lost in his thought this way. Slowly spiraling into the dark recesses of himself quietly, oh so silently, letting the bubbling anxiety eat away at him the same way the demons in his head had whenever he slept, but during those times, it could be noticed a development of habits. The sun-kissed tan upon darkly freckled skin would wither into a dull pallor; nails that always seemed well-groomed would be weathered down by ceaseless biting till the skin became red or bleeding. Those beautiful whiskey brown eyes often shown with such vigor for life would be dimmed, clouded by the tumultuous thoughts beneath their surface.

It wasn't often, but when it did, he was reminded of his current, every day that he suffered through those sleepless nights wondering about all the what-ifs of his past. His present. His lovers, wrapping him in their arms, unbidden warmth and affection, a grounding point for him when all he wanted was to up and disappear. He loved them, gods, how he loved those two. The way Dakarius would, without the slightest bit of subtlety, ask him if he was alright, taking him to and around a town for a week's worth of spoiling or when he'd call their friends to come together for a day to just be together. He enjoyed the intimacy without expectation, knowing he did not always have an answer for his feelings. He loved how Arius had such a warmness to him in all his sternness. A quiet comfort for him during moments when all he could do was cry. They would hold him close, and he could feel alright.

It was cathartic, beautiful; they and all their love for him that they'd be there despite his flaws and, of course, he for them in return.

Still, as it is now, there was not a thought to be had as they'd engulfed him entirely. Hands placed every which way upon him in heated gentle touches as a string of whispered praises made the acrid scent of nervousness melt into the familiar sweetness, like burnt sugar and cinnamon. "Delicious, Divine, Beautiful." He could hear it but could not return their words as his mind quickly became muddled, silenced by lips melding into his. He couldn't tell where one part of them started and the other had ended.

"Hold still, Honeybee, always trying to buzz about; you need to let us spoil you some." So much, too much, for too long, they'd been doing just that. Kissing, praising, and marking every inch of him. They'd started late in the afternoon, Dakarius having taken him out on another date. Only to be surprised when he got home. Everything was clean and smelled like them, like his lovers'. It smelled like home, and he was content. The soft rumbling of happy purrs escaped as they kissed his head, leading him further inside.

'How long had they been planning this? What more could they have to show him?' He thought to himself till they made their way to their bedroom, his nest precisely the way he'd left it, if not for some new editions. He was quick to locate them climbing into the bed and wrapping himself in their things, they were newly scented. His eyes were blown with arousal as he looked at the two, hungrily.

"Y'all had quite a time scenting these, didn't ya? When did ya even find the time to do this." His voice laced heavily with lust, and his scent, less sweet, now had notes of chile spice. He beckoned them closer into his nesting space a deeper southern sweetness in his tone that seemed to melt the two like sugar in water. They made it so easy to be and feel loved and loved in return.

"Com'eer, I wanna love you, baby; let us treat you right." Arius had such a way with words that made him feel so small as though he could fit into the palm of their hand. He nodded, mind distancing himself as they'd taken their time slowly removing him from his clothes. One kissing up his arms, face, and shoulders. The other focuses on his bottom half, sucking blooming marks into his thighs and up to his waist as they avoided what he'd slowly begun to crave.

He could feel his arousal pooling between his thighs, sex hot and sticky with slick glistening about it, coating the chubby thing. To the point that attempting to hide how much they turned him on would prove futile. Even more so, Kari had already taken up his thighs, sitting them upon his shoulders before letting their tongue slowly lap up his leaking juices, savoring every oncoming drip.

"So pretty, dripping and whining for us, Honeybee. Keep goin' want you to keep leakin' keep cumin' till ya can't." Holy fuck, he could think he could hardly breathe as they'd pressed their tongue deeper inside him the other keeping his mouth occupied with their own. He could hardly move, he, shifting his arms realized he couldn't move. They'd bound his arms behind his back as they'd continued to worship his body. It was magnificent, it was torture, but he loved it.

Dakarius looked up from between his lover's thighs, enthralled by how they squirmed beneath him. How their eyes would look down only to roll back as his tongue lolled over his clit. He was obsessed, with the sounds they made, their taste, their scent. He could drown in it and it wouldn't be enough, and as their legs began to tremble he knew they were close, their body jolting as his chest heaved. Writhing in attempts to grasp at him as he crested to his peak. So beautiful it was to witness the way their body arched straining to hold themselves as their thighs pressed against his head tightly. He could feel the curl of their toes on his back and he smiled. Knowing that nothing could beat watching his loves fall apart in ecstasy.

It was only the first that he knew and already he could already feel another one building as they rubbed their clit ruthlessly, extending his orgasm, all while praising him. It was nearly too much before they'd switched sides. It was Arius' turn now, having had more than enough time ridden on that tongue he knew what to expect but it still hadn't prepared him as that thick muscle pressed inside of him making his body twist in agonizing pleasure. He'd only just- "Please, wait, I--fuck. Arius, Arius please." He begged quiet pleas gradually growing louder as they continued on relentlessly.

Their tongue was thicker than Dakarius, though what he'd had in girth they made up for in size, the length reaching much deeper, still didn't matter as they still ended with the same result, Elliot a crying, drooling mess. It wasn't too long before they'd cum again, eyes clamped shut as his insides spasmed around that muscle his face buried in Dakarius' stomach as he rode the wave.

"Please, wait...stop." He murmured and both men stopped, freezing as they looked down at the nearly crying figure beneath them. From the way, they whined they knew he didn't want them to stop but they needed to know what he wanted. Today was about him after all. Shifting themselves around them to have him in between. It gave him room to breathe those spattered freckles even more vibrant as their skin turned red from blushing. "What's wrong, Baby?" Kari asked, his voice soft and sweet as it usually was during these times, pacifying him even during his brattiest outburst. "Why'd you guys stop?"

Oh, my gods how could this man so rugged and mean on a day-to-day basis be so cute, eyes wide like a puppy, looking so pitifully up at them as his pussy throbbed between his legs. Their hearts had near melted at the sight, had they not also felt the need to tease the pretty thing. "I thought you wanted us to stop, you practically begged for it, Love?"

"No, please, I need you, feel so empty. Don't stop." He mewled a distressed trill escaping him. They didn't hesitate another moment as they'd sat him up. Arius posed in front of him while Kari was behind. It had been a while since Elliot had attempted to take them both and they weren't sure if they should from how sensitive he was but when the other had begun to sink themselves down each one in a hole they could hardly deny him. The spoiled brat.

Wrapping his arms around Arius' neck, he attempted to muffle himself to no avail as he sank lower and lower on them, feeling more stretched than he'd even been. Impossibly so, that the feeling alone had him cumming. The slick from his cunt allowed for more eased access which the others used to their advantage. Pummeling his hole with abandon wring orgasm and mind-numbing orgasm from his over-stimmed body.

"I-please, no more I can't, can't cum any-" He was silenced with another bruising kiss as the other growled in his ear. "Baby, I know you've got one more in you, I can feel it. The way you clam down on us so well, that pretty pussy can take it. Just give us one more, Baby, please won't you be our good boy." Elliot sobbed unable to explain how fucked and full he was mind feeling as though it was on another plane while they did as they pleased. He was close, so close as they seemed to ram a bit harder a bit deeper. He could feel it, he always knew when they would, they were trying to breed him again, and the very thought had him cumming hard enough that he'd seen stars, vision going white. The other two filled him just after him the squeeze of his body being too much for them.

He was tired, dizzy, content, and loved. He felt so happy and warm surrounded by his husbands' and silently wondered how large his litter would be this time. He purred contentedly as they pulled apart taking their time to clean themselves and each other, wrapping themselves in blankets before falling asleep.

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thegreatwicked · 24 days

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Call Me Love

Friends, I have a lot of stories. Most of them are fanfiction BUT I have for the last little bit been working on some original content that I have been hesitant to share. BUT I am taking the plunge and sharing it with you and I hope you all like it or that it's at least as good as my fandom content. You guys are the best and your support means so much to me.

This is just a bit of fun following the classic musician boyfriend troupe, is it a troupe? Oh well. Here's the summary:

"Been on a bit of a dry spell lately, you know? So, when my mates dragged me to this party, I wasn't expecting much. Boring as hell, until I saw Kit. I mean, talk about a game-changer. I was just gearing up to make my move when bam! Jeff throws me onstage, and suddenly, the spotlight's on me. And wouldn't you know it, Kit's eyes are glued to me like I'm the main event.

So, after the show, we have this moment, you know? Like, I can feel the electricity crackling between us. And then, as we're chatting and flirting, it's like the night's got a mind of its own. Next thing I know, we're back at my place, ready to turn up the volume on more than just the music."

Look, fellas, it's not like we can help it, some things are just a matter of instinct. There’s a fundamental difference between us. Women, they're the ones to weigh up the odds before taking the plunge, they're doing the sums to ensure the risk is worth the reward and they've got solid ground to land on. I've seen my mates make snap decisions over far less than a pint. It doesn't mean we're stupid, it's just that we don't always think two steps ahead.

It's like we're just hardwired to focus on the physical stuff, whether it's getting into a row or getting into bed, especially if there’s a stunning girl in the mix.

Fighting or fucking, it's all the same when impulse is involved.

Our heads just start wandering. Hell, we’ll follow a nice pair of legs off a cliff, no regrets.

Don't matter if you're some high-flying politician, a holy padre, or just a regular bloke like me – the moment you spot a short skirt, your mind starts sprinting off to places it shouldn't. It crosses all sorts of boundaries, from social status, to race, to your job. We're all cut from the same cloth, really. It’s a bit comforting.

A look around the room shows the usual setup; my mates' having plenty of laughs and drinks as the Sunday night blues settle in like a heavy fog. The party's in full swing, bodies swaying to some indie track that probably peaked last week. Three days off work, gone in a flash, and come morning it's back to the daily grind. Should be having a blast, but for some reason, it's just not hitting the mark.

It's not a total drag, but honestly, I reckon I'd have been better off just lounging back home.

I'm only here 'cause Jeff, my mate, wouldn't stop pestering me until I agreed to come along. 'Anything can happen,' he says. Yeah, right. Except now, I'm bored out of my skull. As the music fades and the chance of any excitement dwindles, I'm almost ready to call it a night.

But then, I spot her. Yeah, it’s a girl, ‘course it’s a girl.

It's not even her that first catches my attention, it’s the way the light hits the rings on her fingers, sort of glinting and glimmering; the same way light hits a disco ball. She looks a bit of a girly girl with long jet black painted nails that would do a number on any blokes back, just flying as she talks. Long, black, and glossy hair, that's bouncing with every laugh and toss of her head, a perfect frame for her face and a great smile.

Lighting up her whole face like she's about to spill some scandalous gossip. And those eyes? Well, I'd love to tell you the color, but she's just far enough away to keep me guessing.

A long-sleeve black and red plaid slipping off her shoulder catches my eye, it 'fits' sure, but you can't tell me it's not a bit snug on her, though I'm not complaining one bit. She either didn't notice or she knows exactly what she's doing. Either way, it's not leaving much to the imagination, it's alright, I'm sure my imagination can fill in the blanks.

And it's not fully buttoned up either, teasing the whole room with a peak of her belly button and suddenly I'm thirsty as anything.

But what really gets me are those legs -- seeming to stretch on for ages all wrapped up in a tiny black skirt. Soft and curvy hips, the kind you just want to grab hold of, you know? And I'll be the first to say it -- she's got a great ass. Oh, are we surprised? Forgive me for being a guy, but it's impossible not to notice.

Goddamn, I'd be hard-pressed to keep my hands off it, if I had her alone.

She looks a bit shorter than me, but then again, who isn't? Didn't get much from my old man; I take after me mum, except for the height—that's all him, towering over everyone like a human lamppost.

I don’t have much of an eye for makeup, but I can definitely see some black around her eyes and something glittery that screams ‘The 80s glam rock never dies’ and I’d be willing to bet my last quid the last album she bought was Bowie. It’s a good look.

And her lips? Full and lush, like they're tempting you to have a taste. Looks like a shade of purple to me, but I reckon some bird would pipe up saying it's actually plum or magenta or some fancy name. Women, they see colors us blokes just don't. And there she is, grinning like she's hiding something, looking at me. I mean, straight at me. Giving me a wink—or at least, I hope it's meant for me."

Lucky me, there’s not a cliff in sight.

I've been around the block, hit up more parties than I care to count. When music's coursing through your veins like it does for me, you crash as many parties as humanly possible, and belt out your tunes for anyone who'll listen. But in all those ragers, I never came across someone like her.

Not sure how long I’ve been staring but it’s long enough for my mates to notice, and they're wasting no time taking the mickey out of me for going all wide-eyed over this stunner. But you know what? I couldn't care less, hell, I don’t even hear them.

I’m all for a bit of fast fun with a gorgeous face, but tell you something, these days I'm looking for something different. Someone I don't mind losing a bit of sleep with or shooting the breeze about music, sure, that’s one of the best bits. The sort of girl where every word I say means something to her, 'cause it means something to me, know what I mean? And those are a rare find.

You gotta set your sights on the ones who are in it for the sheer thrill of the party, not just to bag a member of the band; trust me, I’ve been a notch in plenty of bedposts to know. It takes a bit of legwork, 'cause they don’t just fall into your lap.

The ones with genuine smiles, living for the music like we do, laughing like they couldn't give a toss who's watching—they're the ones who'll stick in your daydreams and drive you absolutely mental every second you’re not with her.

A girl who's all smiles, laughs, and just embraces herself—now that's it, ain't it? One thing's for sure: I gotta figure out her name, and I need do it quick before some other bloke swoops in, 'cause I ain’t the only one eyeing her up.

I’m not sure how I end up on the other side of the flat, but here I am, closing in on her. The music's pulsing through me, like it's trying to kick start a heart that's been asleep for too long. I start hearing Kickstart My Heart playing in my head with each step I take, that’s appropriate, innit? I can start to pick out the sound of her voice from the crowd she’s with now. And it's not like most girls', all sugary and high-pitched. Nah, it's got this sultry, smoky quality to it. It's like a cat's purr, the hum of an engine, the deep rumble of a bass guitar—all wrapped up in one. It's the kind of voice that could lead a bloke down some dodgy paths with just the right words.

Haven't got a clue what to say to her, but I'm praying I'll come off smoother than I feel, you know? Like Danny Dyer, Richard Ashcroft, or Alex Turner vibes or something. My mind's racing like a runaway train with no brakes, hurtling toward the great unknown. But just when I'm about to make my grand entrance, some git decides to slam the brakes on my progress with a heavy hand on my shoulder. And who is it? You guessed it – Jeff. Now, don't get me wrong, he's a decent bloke, but he's got a knack for rotten timing, don’t he?

“Oi, Ben, what's caught your eye? You seen a ghost or something?"

Suddenly, his arm barrels around me with the force of a sledgehammer, sending me teetering like a drunk on a tightrope. I stumble, trying to regain my footing as Jeff pivots me away, and it takes me a sec to set us right before we go tumbling to the floor in a heap.

Jeff's definitely had a few, lumbering about with all the grace of a drunken stag in a pub garden. He takes a swig of his brew, his eyes darting around the room like he's trying to see through walls. Not keen on being the spectacle of the night, I set us right and shoot a nod back to where we came from.

“More like an angel,”

Then, he spots her. Jeff's gaze locks onto her like he's trying to crack a code. With a blasé shrug, he gives his two cents:

"Yeah, she's kinda cute."

I do a double take. Jeff's comment throws me off more than a step—'cute'? Are we even looking at the same girl?

She's gorgeous.

Sure, she might be cute when all snuggled up in blankets in a cozy bed, but that's not exactly what I have in mind.

"You got a chat-up line?"

I ain’t got an opening line, and Jeff knows it. Good man he is, he don’t rub my nose in it, he shrugs and smirks, gesturing to our gear in the corner.

"Come on, mate, let's give it a whirl."

I don't get it. 'Give it a whirl?’ What's he on about?

Right here, right now? Just grab my sticks and start banging out a beat like it’s all part of the plan? I wasn’t planning on playing, but the gear’s there, and the spark in Jeff's eyes tells me he knows something I don't. It could go two ways: he's either setting me up for a cringe-worthy crash and burn for everyone to have a laugh at my expense, or he's lining me up to be the main attraction.

With Jeff, you never know for sure.

I’ve got no clue where this is heading, but I think, ‘Sod it,’ and just go with the flow. Jeff's got a knack for taking the mickey out of folks, but it's all in good fun. He's never let me down when I needed him to back me up on the dating front. If he chucks me to the wolves, I'll give him a right bollocking he'll remember for ages. And he knows it.

I settle in behind my drum kit, sticks in my hands calming those fluttering butterflies in my stomach. Maybe it’s for the best, 'cause I haven't drummed up a decent chat-up line. Jeff throws me a nod as he grabs his bass and starts plucking out a classic Clash tune, the rhythm flowing effortlessly from his fingertips as if he's been playing it since birth. 'Cause, well, he probably has.

My drums kick in, setting the rhythm for the song, letting it chase away my doubts, and soon enough, Pete joins the party with his guitar slung over his shoulder. As our music fills the room, drowning out any background noise, all eyes are locked onto us – including a set I still can’t quite make out the color of. But they're proper cracking, and I can feel them on me.

Looks like Jeff's a damn good friend after all.

She's giving me the once-over, and then some.

It's a small gathering, just a bash for no reason at someone's place, and there's no one here who's gonna give us a record deal. But her watching makes it feel like I’m headlining Glastonbury. I see her foot tapping to my rhythm, hips in sync with my bass drum – so I decide to throw a bit of swagger her way. I shoot her a cheeky grin, give a nod, you know, do what I can in the moment. She fires back with this minxy smile and a nod. Like I said, she's here for fun, and she's smashing it.

As usual, Pet’s killing it with his riffs and vocals that would make good ol' Joe proud, transforming our dinky living room into a jam-packed show. I love Pete, mate. He's a top-notch bloke who’s had my back more times than I can count. The guy can belt it out, shred those strings, and the crowd eats it up. Most girls naturally swoon over the frontman – it's only right. He's front and center, hogging the spotlight for the world to see, they're singing along with him. If he says jump, they jump; if he says scream, they scream. Leaves the rest of us feeling a bit sidelined, and by ‘the rest of us,’ I mean, well, yours truly.

Happens to the best of us.

But that ain’t me tonight. There's just one girl I've got my sights set on, and she ain't paying Pete any mind at all.

One tune would've been good for me – but nah, Jeff's as crafty as they come, and reckons he's gonna spice things up. It's never straightforward, is it? It's like planning to have just a single pint at the local, impossible to stick to just one.

"Oi, you darlin's fancy any tunes?”

Is it just luck that he's eyeballing my raven-haired girl? Nah, never. He's the smooth talker, the geezer who stirs up the mob and gets 'em all buzzing. Pete's got the talent, yeah, but he's a bit of a hermit, comes off as the strong silent type.

Her lips curve into a smirk, and she gives that lip a playful nibble before diving right into Jeff's banter.

"How 'bout some Queen?"

No British drawl in her voice, pure American charm. This shindig just keeps getting better.

"You got it, darlin', which one?"

She leans to whisper to a friend, then shouts back something that drops my jaw: Another One Bites the Dust.

I don't know how she clocked it, but this tune’s my jam. It’s the first beat I ever banged out on the drums back when I was just a kid. I can play it blindfolded, in my sleep, or even when I’m completely sloshed. And tonight, I smash it like I'm jamming with the legends I’ve always looked up to; Roger Taylor, John Bonham, or Keith Moon. I’m no rockstar, and odds are no arena will ever chant my name. I’m just plain old Ben.

Tonight, though, I don't feel plain at all. Our eyes lock again, and again, and this time it feels like an electric current jolting through the crowd, straight from her to me.

I love seeing a girl having a blast, you get me? Not one of those trying-too-hard types – you can spot 'em easy enough. The ones trying to be sexy, trying to make everyone want them, the ones who try to be the center of it all by drawing all eyes on them, doing what they think people like. Some blokes dig that, but not me.

This girl though… Blimey, gotta get her name in the bag. She’s belting out the lyrics, swaying her hips to the rhythm of my kit, and hell, that's my kind of vibe. Nothing tops a girl who lets loose with her favorite tune, rocks an air guitar, and gets in sync with the crew over some banging music. And this girl is ticking all those boxes for me.

Never thought I'd be eager to wrap up a set, that ain’t usually how it goes, I’m the last one to leave, but Jeff's got the crowd whipped up into a bit of a frenzy. We're blazing through tune after tune 'til my arms are screaming for a break - a real feat, mind you. I've got the stamina to drum for ages, but tonight's thrown me for a loop. And even though I'm soaked through and my arms are like jelly, she's still got her eyes glued to yours truly.

Gonna give Jeff a ribbing later. I mean, couldn't he have thrown me a hint while I was tuning the drums earlier? ‘Hey mate, save some for later, yeah?’ But nah, cheeky Jeff always keeps me on my toes. Pete couldn't care less, though - he's just doing his thing, paying homage to our idols.

Ten songs. Ten bangers cooked up on the spot, and we smash every last one. When we hit that final note, Jeff shoots me a look that says, ‘Give 'em something to remember.’ So, I go all out. Pouring every last drop of energy into one insane drum solo. Might've put the flat's landlord on edge with the neighbors, but hell, it’s worth it. People usually focus on Pete and listen to Jeff, but now, everyone's looking my way.

With one last crash of the cymbals, Pete and Jeff are ringing out, and I’m absolutely knackered. All I need to set me right is a Carling, a cool breeze, and to give Jeff a sock in the shoulder. Oh, and I need to figure out what that siren's name is. But the way she lifts her bottle at me, I got a feeling my luck’s taking a turn for the better on that front after our little impromptu gig.

Good ‘ol Jeff. Looks like I owe him one, even if he did throw me into the lion's den without warning.

I don’t give a toss about what my mum says; my sticks go where I go – school, dining table, church, and yeah, even in my back pocket after a set. Not that I'll ever say it to her face. I don't have a death wish, and mum would set me straight. Then she'd go and tell my nan, and then I'd really be in for it. I give 'em a twirl between my fingers and slip 'em right into my back pocket.

Birds love that little trick.

My limbs are killing me as I rise from the kit, and with a bit of a wobble, I sling a dig at Jeff's arm – doesn't faze him, but Jeff, the proper drama queen, shoots me a look of feigned agony and belts out, goading me on. All in good banter, though, mates will be muppets. Besides, if I was really up for hurting him, I could, and he's clued up on that.

The old man didn't leave me with much, just some old-school parenting; meaning he'd give me a right bollocking whenever I cocked up. But he did school me a bit in boxing before he took off, and I ain't half bad, if I do say so myself. Way I fgure it, if the music gig goes pear-shaped, I reckon I could fall back on a career throwing haymakers.

Pete's completely lost, not catching a whiff of what's going on between me and Jeff. He just gives me a head shake and buggers off to grab a drink – he’s got the right idea. But before I can follow suit, Jeff clamps down on my shoulder again.

"Saw her clockin' you the whole set." He grins, nodding across the room. She's deep in a chat with another girl, stealing a quick glance our way, and shoots me another grin. "Don't say I never did anything for you, mate,"

What’s that supposed to mean? Oh, hell, what’s he about to do?

"Bloody hell, mate, you look fuckin’ wrecked! Go grab a bit of fresh air, yeah?"

He’s all but yelling at me before giving me a kick in the arse to the blacony. Well, now the whole room’s looking at me. Right, reckon it's time to have that breather outside. Maybe I'll come up with something slick to say.

The cold air’s a slap in the face as soon as I step outside and it’s brilliant. Can feel the sweat on my arms, neck, and back turning icy, the kind of cold chill that tells you you're alive. This, right here, is what it's all about – not some dead-end job where your boss don’t even know your name, nothing to show for it by the time you hit forty.

No, it's this – feeling the chilly air on your skin after you've nailed the best set while showing off for a girl you fancy. Playing till your arms ache, making mates among strangers, getting pissed and having a laugh with your found family, and then doing it all again the next day.

This is the good life.

I’m drenched in sweat, probably don’t smell too good, but I can't be arsed to care. Just need a few minutes out here to sort myself out, maybe puff on a cig, grab a drink, and back into the thick of it to see where the rest of this party takes me, it’s starting to shape up a bit.

Need to find out her name.

Behind me, a rush of air sweeps out as the door opens and closes, bringing with it the sounds of the party and the smell of weed; someone’s having a good time. It’s not my thing, just a smoke and a brew, I’m a simple bloke. I spin around, half expecting Pete to be standing there with a drink, ready to sort out the situation between me and Jeff and have a laugh at my expense. But it looks like Lady Luck’s taken a shine to me, there stands my mystery girl, looking even better up close, and not just because she's holding out a brew.

"Killer set," That smoke I heard is just as inviting as it was before our impromptu concert, but that voice of hers, even if she wouldn't give me the time of day, I'd still listen to her read the bloody dictionary.

"That for me?" I ask, nodding to the bottle she’s holding. It's a daft question, of course, but I like a girl with a sharp tongue, and silly questions are a good way to suss out quick wit.

She rolls her eyes and give a little shake of her head. "Nah, I just like carrying around two drinks 'cause I’m thirsty."

Bet you are.

Those captivating eyes and that sassy mouth – got me hooked, I tell ya. As she hands me the bottle, her fingers brush against mine, and I swear there's a little spark there.

"Looked like you needed a pick-me-up,"

She clinks her bottle against mine. I knock it back, don't matter if it tastes like dishwater, the cold hits the spot after a solid set. And with this stunner serving it, it's as good as anything on the top shelf.

"Cheers for that, love,"

Local girls ain't too fussed about that endearment; it's as common as calling someone 'mate.' But with yanks, especially them girls, they lap it up and the grin she's throwing my way tells me she's eating it up too.

"Never seen you here before," She shakes her head. "Who's your crew tonight?"

Don't exactly fancy chatting up some bloke's little sister. Though she doesn't strike me as a kid, not with that fit bod, sweet curves, and those lush lips. What kinda brother would let his sister out of the house like that anyway? Still, I ain't up for any underage drama. If she's too young, I'm out. Don't need that hassle in my life.

"My flatmate and her girl; Stevie and Nicki."

I ain't got a clue who Stevie and Nicki are, but that's not surprising. People just show up to these things. I'll have to ask Pete later; he usually knows everybody. She doesn't mention a fella or being anyone's little sister, so far so good.

"Didn't know I was getting a free show,"

"Don't get too excited, love, only the first one's on the house." I smirk back, patting my pockets feeling around for a cig, but I come up short. Must've smoked my last one and forgot to get more, I ain’t nervous at all but still, it helps to have something to do with your hands. Damn, a smoke would really take the edge off.

Turns out, she’s already got me sorted without needing to ask. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a little metal case with a purple heart and this heart-shaped star looking symbol. It takes a second of staring at it before I can place it; it's the logo for H.I.M., that goth metal group from Finland, I think. Knew plenty of girls back in school who had crushes on the singer. Guess she's a fan of love metal too. Puts two smokes between her lips, and she sparks ‘em up before passing one to me. That electric jolt zaps me again as I take it. Inhaling deeply, that’s better. She’s left me a set of lip prints staining the cig – not some regular red or pink, more like a berry shade. I'm just staring at her for a moment, wondering just who this girl is.

"So, what’s your name? Can't keep calling you 'love.'"

She bites her lip again; she’s gonna bite clean through it if she keeps that up. Always wondered why girls do that. Well, not entirely – girls are cleverer than us blokes, and they know it drives us absolutely mental.

Where do you look when a girl's chatting you up? If you're smart, her eyes; if you're smitten, her lips; and if you're not quite there, maybe a bit lower, hoping for a glance back up before you get caught.

"Sounds nice when you say it," She says before extending her hand. "You can call me... Kit."

She sounds unsure, like she just plucked it out of the air but I roll with it. Kit? Blimey, Kit? Better keep jokes about banging on my kit to meself, not sure how great her sense of humor is.

I shake her hand, being the gentleman my mum raised me to be, although I might look like one, the thoughts in my head are anything but gentlemanly.

"Like a drum kit?"

"Yeah, like a drum kit," She smirks and gives a nod with a look on her face that says, 'You're adorable.'

"What’sa matter, love? Don't trust me with a real name?"

I'm only teasing; I know it's a thing most girls do, can't be telling some bloke you just met everything; some guys are creeps. She's got her wits about her, I like that. My eyes linger a bit too much on how her lips handle the cig and that tiny ‘O’ they form when she blows out a cloud of smoke, while taking a puff on mine.

"Of course not. I mean, you're smokin' hot, but who knows, you could be a total psycho." I can't help but chuckle. A girl with a sense of humor gets bonus points in my book.

"Ben."

"Ben…" I like the way she says my name. "Cute."

"Ta, darlin’."

"I meant your name." Now she's taking the mickey, and I'm grinning like a proper muppet. This girl's got jokes, eh?

"Oi, reckon you're a smart one, yeah?"

She puts on this act, playing all innocent, then drops, "I think I’m adorable."

That she is, that she is. No doubt there, either.

Ever get that feeling like someone's checking you out, giving you the 'come hither' eyes? But then, you realize they ain't actually looking at you but checking out someone behind or beside you? Well, that's not the case here. Kit’s locked on me, and it ain't my face she's after, though she seemed to like that too.

Nah, I've seen that look before – the full-body scan, like she's deciding whether to dive into something wild. You know the one. And that's exactly how she's eyeing me, right down to my belt. Gotta admit, I’d be a tad self-conscious if I didn’t have a bit of a buzz going on.

Now, I ain't Mr. Vanity, and I know I ain't the top looker in the joint, but I scrub up alright. Between years of banging those drums and spare time in a boxing ring, I've kept myself in decent shape. I ain't no gym rat, but I got some lean muscle going on.

"Snap a pic, love, it'll last longer,"

It’s just a joke, I’m not bothered by her gawking at all, she can stare all she likes. Honestly, I've been watching her from the get-go, so it's only fair play.

This cheeky bird, she actually whips out her phone and snaps a picture of me. I was just having a laugh, but the fact that she bothered to grab her phone must mean I'm working some charm on her. She just shrugs, completely unapologetic.

"What? It's only fair, right?" Alright, she's got a point there, probably caught me checking her out earlier, not that I’ll admit.

"Dunno what you're on about, darlin'," I play it cool, but the look she's giving me says she knows I'm talking nonsense.

"Oh, come on, you’re no saint." Hitting the nail on the head. I let out a laugh, finishing up my cig. "I saw you checking me out. My eyer are up here, by the way.”

I exhale my last puff of smoke before crushing it on the pavement; her banter's razor-sharp, and this girl's mouth might just do me in. Wasn't planning on being so upfront, but she swung the door wide open. Can't whinge when I walk right through.

"Alright, darlin', let's get one thing straight. Gorgeous girls strutting their stuff in those short skirts are gonna turn heads. It's just the way it goes,"

"You think I'm gorgeous?"

Walked right into that one, didn’t I? Course, I do, I’ve got eyes, don’t I?

"Well, you're a sort, no denying that, but who knows, you could be a total nutter," I shoot back, playing her game. "Short skirts, are eye candy to us blokes, love." She flicks her cig end and squashes it under her boot. "Gives a bloke have all kinds of naughty thoughts."

"Oh yeah? What kind of naughty thoughts?"

"The kinda stuff that'd get a bloke a slapped if he blurts it out," I feel like we're vibing on the same frequency, the excitement simmering. I can't help but wonder where this might lead; maybe things will get a bit more cozy?

"Do I get a pic of you?" She shrugs, but flashes me this mischievous grin, like she's daring me to go for it.

Don't play games of chicken with me; you'll lose everytime. I'm as stubborn as they come. I dig into my pocket for my phone and snap a quick one. She's just leaning against the wall, looking way too good for such a casual pose. Now that I don't think she'll slap me, I steal a long glance at her, appreciating them curves she's got.

"Got a girl?"

No beating around the bush, but she sure beat me to it. I shake my head, running my fingers through my hair.

"Nah, girls like the idea of dating a musician until they actually have to put up with it. They don't stick around much after that. It's not all rock shows and roses."

She shoots me a pouty look, and her lips look like they're a treat to kiss. "Aw, poor you," She coos, and it gets me chuckling again, can’t seem to keep a straight face around this one.

"How about you, love? Got a bloke?" If she's got a fella, I just might cry myself to sleep.

"Nope."

I can't believe it, but I'm plenty grateful.

"How does that happen? You own a mirror?" I tease, hoping to see her laugh again. She does, and that lip-biting thing she does is really driving me wild but I reckon she knows that.

"Guys are all talk, they say they want a wild girl until they have to deal with one,"

Blimey, that's a statement that will live rent-free in my head for the rest of my life.

"Is that right? You a wild girl?" Suddenly, I wish I had another cig to occupy my fidgety fingers, but then I remember my drumsticks. Those trusty sticks are like an old friend in my hands, keeping me grounded in the rhythm of things.

"According to my mom and the fancy private school that kicked me out," She spills with a sly grin, like she's proper chuffed about it. Oh, there's a story there and I'm all ears.

Kicked out of a fancy private school? Aw, who cares? I'm no stranger to a reprimand from my school days, seen a few detentions and suspensions, never got the boot though, my mum would’ve had my hide.

"You're having a laugh, ain’t ya, love?" I decide to cut to the chase. "You got any clue what's racing through my mind right now?"

"Why don't you share?" She says, leaning in closer. "Or maybe you should show me."

I blow out a breath and take a step back, fingers laced behind my head. This night, mate, it's gonna be one to remember. Kit’s something else. Absolutely gorgeous, killer smile, sharp as they come, and a cheeky side that's got me reeling.

"Where’s your turf?" I ask, trying to ease the tension. She shoots me a look that’s all confusion with a cute little head tilt, looks like I might've lost her, with a laugh I try again. "Whereabouts you from, love?"

"Seattle,"

I look around, it's not raining cats and dogs yet, but it's off to a fine start, you don't come to London to get away from the rain that's for sure.

"So, you swapped the Seattle drizzle for the London pour, did you?"

"I happen to like the rain and Seattle has the distinction of being the birthplace of the kings and queens of Grunge.”

Oh, she's a grunge girl, huh? Oh, now I can work with that. In fact, I see a spot for a bit of teasing.

"Well, it ain't the stomping ground of the Clash or the Who, or even Queen, but grunge is alright. Who are the rulers of grunge, huh? Just Kurt Cobain for you lot?"

The gobsmacked expression on her mug tells me I've hit a nerve, but she's taking it in good spirits. I'm plenty clued up on Kurt Cobain and a few other names in the grunge scene – love the stuff. But you can suss out a lot about a bird by the headbangers she's into.

"Whoa, whoa now! Being a hottie doesn't excuse ignorance, baby. You're talking about the legacy bequeathed to us, the misunderstood youth, by musical legends like Lane Staley, Chris Cornell, Eddie Vedder, Courtney Love, Kim Gordon, Tad Doyle, and Kat Bjelland."

So, I’m a hottie, huh? Alright. I can roll with that. Those are some good names, she’s got some good taste and seems I've met an equal, full of fire and I get the feeling stepping on the toes of her heroes might see me tossed into traffic. I like a girl who knows her tunes.

“Yeah, alright, fair enough, not bad for American music.”

"Well, you know, when it comes to Queen, it's all about Freddie Mercury, right? That 'stache is legendary and it may as well be the best part of her majesty's greatest hits. And The Who, they're cool, but let's face it – Pete Townshend's windmill moves look like something he practices in front of a mirror. Now, The Clash, they're rebellious and all, but Joe Strummer's voice is almost as rebellious as my mom when she catches me sneaking into the cookie jar."

Me jaws on the floor, drumsticks gripped tight, and the laughter bellowing from inside lets me know I'm the punchline of a gag. They might not grasp our chat, but the look of pure shock on my face says it all. Never been left completely gobsmacked until this moment. She's cheeky, firing back with that lip-licking sass, and the smug grin on her face tells me she thinks she's won this round.

“Now, now, careful there love, those are fighting words.” I take a step towards her and she takes one back, “Freddie's 'stache might be legendary, but let's not sleep on Roger Taylor's drumming magic with Queen – bloke's the unsung hero, keeping that beat alive. And about The Who, fair play on the windmill dig, but Keith Moon's drumming antics could give Pete a run for his money any day – he's the real show-stealer. Now, with The Clash, I get your point on Joe's voice, but let's not forget Topper Headon's rhythm skills – the backbone of rebellion right there. Drummers deserve some love too, you know. Maybe they don't get the spotlight, but trust me, they're the secret sauce. So, how 'bout we give a nod to the beat keepers next time we're bantering about the classics, eh?"

“Oh! Touched a nerve did I?” She’s grinning from ear to ear and it’s hard to pretend to be anything other than amused.

“Mind how you go with that mouth love, might land you into a bit of a mess.”

“Don’t worry, in my experience my mouth is very good at getting me out of trouble too.”

I was right, she’s got that sass on tap, giving me a run for my money. Gotta cool this down again between us. Time for a change in subject.

"What brings you to good ol' London, reckon you didn’t come for the weather?"

“Aw, no snappy comebacks? Shame, was hoping I might see more of what that mouth can do.” She gives a shrug and I’m in need of another cold brew, maybe a shower too. “My dad’s British, hangs his hat here,"

Say what now?

"Wait, your pops a Brit?" Can’t hide my surprise at that one, figured she’d be a student or just passin’ through.

"Yeah, swept my mom off her feet with that accent too," Too? Guess, I made an impression. "Mom and I aren’t exactly on the same wavelength, so I decided to give us both some breathing room and take my dad up on his offer to put down some new roots, dual citizenship and all.”

Hang on, what?

"You're a Londoner?" I point to the ground, trying to wrap my head around this girl's story. She winks, and I'm glad the conversation is still rolling. "So, you pop back for a visit, what else? What's your gig? Uni? Work?" I throw in, arms crossed, drumsticks still in hand.

"Got a job at my dads bike shop and that's good enough for me, right now.”

She's like, 'Oh, I'm on the tools at my old man's garage.' Found me a girl who's a gearhead? This one ain't just a ten, she's up there in the high thirties. Should've been tuning in, but I was well gone, picturing her in them mucky overalls, splattered with grease and oil, outshining the other geezers. Blimey, she's still yapping away... What the heck is she on about again?

"Who has it all figured out in their twenties anyway? And what's the point? To slave away at some soul-sucking dead-end gig where your boss couldn't care less about who you are?" She shakes her head, like it’s common knowledge. "Hard pass on that, thanks. That's not what your twenties are for." I couldn't agree more, I tell ya, the more she talks the more relaxed she gets. Like she’s more herself, like she’s comfortable.

"What are your twenties for?"

"Staying up late, listening to music, hanging out with friends, traveling, talking about life, making mistakes, breaking hearts, riding fast bikes, having good sex that makes your toes curl, figuring out what you like.” She pauses and it’s like she’s getting lost in her own thoughts, gotta say I wouldn’t imind getting lost there with her. "Showing up to parties and hitting it off with smokin’ hot drummers. This blond hottie told me they’re the secret sauce."

No mistaking it now; the attraction's buzzing between us, loud and clear. Seems like the only move left is to take the plunge. Must've been on her mind too 'cause she don’t waste a sec.

"You know, you never did explain those naughty thoughts guys have about girls in short skirts."

I motion for her to come closer with a playful finger, but she stays put, shaking her head with a hint of mischief. Leaning back against the balcony rail, she's all confidence, like she knows I'll give in eventually. And of course, I do. Closing the distance between us, I cage her against the rail with my arms, and she settles in like she's gone and got exactly what she wants.

"You’re not going all shy school-boy on me, are you?" She teases, eyes full of mischief. I shake my head, getting in closer.

"Nah, ain't one to spill me fantasies for just anyone," I say, lips grazing her ear.

I've got her hooked now.

I gently tuck a strand of her dark hair behind her ear, tracing a finger down her cheek, stopping just short of her neck. Her skin feels like silk under my touch, and she smells incredible, like a lure drawing me in. But I've got my own tricks up my sleeve, and I start laying out the thoughts that have been brewing since I first laid eyes on her in that skirt of hers. Her eyes widen, and her face loses its playful demeanor, replaced by a raw desire and an electric tension between us. I'm sure everyone inside is watching, maybe even placing bets. But frankly, I couldn't care less. I haven't met a girl this cracking in ages.

And let me tell you, when she bites her lip, it's one thing. But when her tongue darts out to wet her lips, well, it's game over, mate.

"Yours or mine?"

Fucking hell. I’m well and truly done for.

"Let's make some music together."

A kiss can tell you a lot about a person, and with Kit, it's like she's setting my whole world on fire with just a simple kiss. She's got me in a spin, clouding my head, and making me forget my own name. I've locked lips with my fair share of girls, but maybe I've just not been kissing the right ones. Kit, she's different. She's all lips and tongue right from the start, and it's got my brain short-circuiting. It’s fucking brilliant.

We've barely set foot inside my flat, and before I can even shut the door, she's already giving my clothes a good tug, like they've gone and ticked her off. I've just enough sense to give the door a good kick to slam it shut. Tonight's been a stroke of luck, hasn't it? If I hadn't let Jeff talk me into going to that party, I'd never have crossed paths with Kit. Who do I thank? Jeff or Lady Luck? I'm not the type of bloke who buys into soulmates or true love, but I might be having a bit of an epiphany with this girl. And I've got her all night.

What a smashing party. I owe Jeff a fucking drink.

I can’t tell if she’s aiming to kiss me or take a bite out of me, but frankly, I couldn’t care less. I’ve totally underestimated Kit. She’s not the type to sit back and let me do all the legwork. It’s a relief because she's kissing me like she’s on the clock. I can barely catch a breath between her lips, she’s somewhere between 'I want you' and 'You’re mine'.

The night ain't going anywhere, but she sure seems to be in a hurry to get us to wherever she’s got in mind.

"Easy there, love. If you keep kissing me like that, I'll start to think you've got somewhere else to be. Might hurt my feelings,"

She gives me a grin, taking my hint, she eases off the gas, slowing our pace, kissing me like she’s trying to taste me in every way possible.

That's more like it.

That plaid slips right off her shoulders once I've popped those buttons, won't be needing it where we're headed. This cheeky one ain't sporting much more than a teensy crop top, it’s so faded it’s almost see through, and she's got some ink peeking out. You know, the usual girl stuff – roses and thorns. But it suits her, curling around her ribs and down her hip. I wonder what else she's got tucked away.

"Bedroom?" She asks in between kisses, tugging my jacket off and letting it fall to the floor. I nod behind her, and we start making our way.

Never been happier that I bothered tidying up the place than I am right now. I can even brag that my bed's sorted—nothing posh like them hotel bed-making wizards, but it at least gives off the impression that I'm not a total mess. I fumble for the light switch and dial it down a tad. What can I say? I've got a touch of the romantic in me, and I know girls ain't exactly fans of having a spotlight on 'em.

We stumble toward the bed, not far at all, a right mess of limbs. She yanks my shirt over my head, and I catch that look she gives me, somebody’s hungry. It never gets old how a girl looks at you like you’re a snack they can’t wait to get their hands on.

“Find something you fancy?”

I reckon she likes what she sees, judging by the way she grabs me by the belt with a solid tug bringing our hips together, and that's me done, right there. I love a girl who ain't shy about what she wants. Her lips are back on mine, and I can hear things hitting the floor – keys, a phone maybe; hope it's still in one piece, but I can't be arsed to care. It's just noise.

We finally land on the bed, snagging a spot on the edge and I pull her onto my lap. Her mouth’s hungry against mine and she moans, and that's how you know you've kissed a girl just right – they start making noises like that.

Her hands are all tangled up in my hair, and it's bloody brilliant. I'm a sucker for a girl who messes with my hair or gives it a little tug when things heat up, gets me going for sure. Sends shivers racing and tingling across your skin, sets your nerves off. Every time she lays one on me, I'm losing the plot. She's pure fire, mate, and it's been ages since I felt this top-notch. I'm all in for a girl who knows her stuff, but I dropped some truths on the balcony back there, and I reckon I better up my game if I'm gonna walk the talk.

"Easy there, darlin', catch your breath," I say, panting a bit myself, but the look she’s giving me?

Is she giving me a pout? Oh, she's playing the spoiled princess. Gonna have to sort that out, ain't I?

"I’m not known for being patient,"

She makes a move to kiss me again. But I'm quick on more than just my drum kit, and I pull away, leaving her looking like she might chew me out instead of locking lips. I give her hips a little pull, letting her know who’s holding the cards here.

"Oi, sweetheart, gotta pick up the knack. Patience is a virtue, innit?"

"What’re you my priest now?" We both have a laugh at that one.

A priest? That'd be a right laugh, wouldn't it?

"You spot a collar 'round me?"

I lift my chin, playing along. But that was a blunder. She doesn't miss a beat, yanking on my hair, throwing my head back and I groan before swooping in to plant kisses and bites on my neck, leaving marks my mates will rib me about no doubt. She's causing an absolute ruckus, and I love every second of it.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned," She breathes out, the words tingling on my skin. "It's been three weeks since my last confession. I confess to the following sins: I followed a man I don’t know home, I took my mclothes off and let him put his hands on me, kiss me and touch me and I liked it. I deeply regret these and all the sins of my past."

Oh, bloody hell. That kinda talk is steering me into territories I might not make it back from—places involving schoolgirl skirts, confessions, and a bit of a spanking, and I'm already knee-deep in it.

"Wait a tick, love. Not just yet, yeah? You trust me?" She stops and is giving me a serious look, as if she's pondering that question for real, as if it never occured to her. Honestly, it's a bit of a daft question this late in the game.

"Do I trust some random drummer I went home with?" She’s rubbing my shoulders and my neck like she’s trying to put me under a spell, and it just might be working. "Yeah, why not?" She finally says. "Think I can trust you with giving me a good time, at least."

"Yeah, you can, darlin'," I assure her, "I'll look after you, can bet on that." I plant another kiss on her, taking it easy this time, savoring the lick of her tongue, and she goes along with it wrapping her arms around my neck. "Now, turn around."

She's looking a bit confused now both by my words and the sharp tone I gave her, like she's trying to figure out what she’s gotten herself into. But told her I'd take good care of her, didn’t I? After a beat she slides off my lap and turns around, perching on the edge of the bed with her back against my chest. She looks over her shoulder at me, but that's not where I want those eyes of hers.

"Close, love, but not quite spot on." I turn her head to face forward, and she sees what I wanted her to see—the full-length mirror on the wall. She's a bit more intrigued now, leaning back against me more easy-like. "And one more thing,"

She doesn't resist or play shy when I nudge those long legs open, slipping them over mine so she can’t close them in a hurry and it’s a sight. All splayed out on my lap like a centerfold, that skirts working overtime now. A few kisses along her neck, and she's getting all cozied up to me. Being this close, I catch a whiff of her scent, sweet as oranges. I bet she tastes as good as she smells.

"Now, ‘bout them naughty thoughts, yeah?" She's got this look in her eyes like she's realizing what kinda situation she's landed herself in. She said her mouth was good at wriggling out of tight spots, but that ain't happening just yet. "You’re not goin’ all shy on me now, are you, darlin'?"

She grins and gives me a little head shake, “You sure?” She nods, taking a shaky breath as I slide my hands under her skirt.

I can feel the heat coming off her skin, all hot and soft between her legs. Not sure what I'm digging more, the silky insides of her thighs or how she shivers just a bit with every touch. She closes her eyes, but that won’t do for what I’ve got planned, nah, I want 'em open. I want her to soak in every bit of what's about to go down, I want it burned in her brain.

"Eyes open, love. You've got a show at the party. Think you owe me one, yeah?"

That got her attention, didn’t it?

I can see the jitters behind her gaze, but she's determined not to let it show. With each touch, her body's lapping it up. My fingers glide up the inside of her thigh, getting closer to her center with each pass. Chest rising and falling like mad with every rough breath. She's already wet for me, and I can't wait to taste it. But before I do, I want to tease her a bit more.

My fingers teasing the edge of her knickers with these little featherlight touches, she lets out this tiny gasp and twitches when I give her a little tap, I can't help but grin at the effect I’m having on her. I’ll give her credit though, she doesn't shy away or close her legs, instead, she's watching me dead-on through the mirror. Every little touch has her squirming.

"Feelin' a bit antsy, Kit? How long's it been?"

"Like eight months."

Can't help but suck in a breath at that, almost hurts to hear. No wonder she’s craving a touch like a cat on heat.

“Oh, poor you, eight months since anyone touched you, like this?” I run my fingers under the top of her knickers and she gives this little desperate groan. Promised I'd take care of her, so let's get to it. "Don't worry, love, I'll go easy on you, the first time, anyway."

My finger slips under her knickers and I tease her slit, Jesus, she’s wet.

The noise she makes when I finally lay a finger on her sends all the blood in my head straight to my cock and suddenly these jeans are a bit tighter than I’d like, but that sound—a mix of a moan and a gasp. It's a sound full of need and desperation, the kind you make when you want something so bad you don't care how it sounds. Definitely one for the spank bank. I'm gentle, but still a tease, when I press against her clit, rubbing it gently with my thumb.

She's hot and wet, and every touch makes her tremble and I’m a liar if I said I didn’t want to just rip that skirt off and sink my cock into her. All things in time, right?

"Fuck," Poor darling, she’s all breathy and I’ve barely touched her, “Ben…”

Oh, yeah, I could listen to her saying my name like that all day. "Yeah, Kit?" That curve of her neck was made for kissing and her skins too perfect to not mark it up.

"Come on, don’t tease, please?” Oh, I love the way she says please like that.

"You reckon this is a bit of teasin'?" I see her eyes go wide and she looks at the grin I’m wearing without taking her eyes off the mirror. "This ain't teasin', not by a long shot."

I find that special spot on her neck that has her squirming against me, and I give it a nip.

"Could give you a taste of some teasin', though." I take my thumb off her clit and she actually pouts and whines, don’t seem too keen on someone threatening to play keep-away with her orgasm.

"Ben..!"

Oh, that indignationin her voice is cute. I’m not a complete bastard, but I’m also no saint, so I start up again teasing her clit, her eyes shut, and her head's rolling back and forth on my chest like she's caught in some sweet dream with each touch. She's taking those deep breaths, you know, the ones when you're so relaxed you might as well be drifting off for a kip, that is, till I stop again and take my hand away completely.

Before she starts whining about it again, I snag her jaw and drop a rough kiss on her, like saying, 'I’m the boss here,' my tongue leading the way, showing her how we're gonna play this game.

"Here's the deal – you keep them eyes open, watch what's happening, and I won't tease you.” I let her go and reach back between her legs to give her more soft little touches close to where she wants them that leaves her rocking against my hand, “But if those eyes close or you look away from that mirror, I'll edge you until you cry."

Her jaw drops, and her eyes get all big at my proposition and I can practically see her mind processing what I just said. I can tell no one's ever laid it out like that for her. But not only that, she seems to like it.

"Deal?"

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and instead of answering, she just looks back at the mirror. Her arm snakes around my neck, fingers twining in my hair and my neck. If she finds a bit of control comforting, then she's welcome to it.

"Good girl."

I'm a man of my word, and as long as she's watching, I plan on delivering. "Been thinkin' about this too." I let my hand fall down her chest, thumb brushing her belly button and she squirms and jumps, seems somones a tad ticklish, but that stops as soon I pull that skirt of hers up just a bit.

I give her knickers a little tug, sliding them to the side to get at her, and she jumps a bit when I finally touch her again. I smirk, pleased with myself for getting her all riled up.

"How good you'll look with my hand between your legs, touchin' you, maybe just a bit of teasin',"

"Ben, you promised…" Poor darling’s in a state, wet with need, it don’t take much before my fingers are nice and slick. "Ben…"

"I’m not teasin’, just warming you up." Can’t believe it’s been eight months, gonna fix that, I start making little lazy circles around her clit.

I’ve got no control over the smug grin on my face, I’ve got her all spread open on my lap, watching me have a bit of fun. She’s mewling like a kitten, twitching every so often. Her eyes flutter for just a second before she forces them open. Instead, she’s biting her lip, not to wind me up, but to keep from closing her eyes. I’m getting goosebumps from her tugging on strands of my hair. I can tell with her, it ain’t gonna be long before I’ve got her moaning my name.

She’s breathing heavily through her nose. I know it ain’t gonna take much until she’s done for – I’m good at this type of thing.

"How’s that feel, love? You like this?" My voice is low and husky in her ear and I go back to rubbing her clit with my thumb, slowly but steadily increasing the pressure.

She nods slightly, struggling not to shut those eyes and slip into a trance. "Yeah."

"Yeah, what?"

She huffs out this sort of frustrated gasp, and I know full well she wasn’t expecting this from me. To be honest, I wasn’t either. It’s not my usual style, but I’m enjoying it, that’s for sure. If this is a one-night stand type of situation, it’ll be one for the books. If it’s more serious than that, well, what a way to kick off a relationship.

She wiggles against my hand, looking at my reflection. "I love it," Good enough, my grin is as cocky as they come, but she's behaving, so I'll give her what she wants.

"Girls in short skirts, babe, this is what it does to us poor blokes.” A little shift on the bed and she can feel me against her arse, I’ve been rock hard since I kissed her. “Feel that?” She nods fingers tangling in my hair, I can feel the way she’s tensing up, the way she’s starting to strain against my touch.

“Was thinkin’ ‘bout this, wonderin’ about all them noises you might make when I got my hands on you,"

I speed up those little circles, and she's writhing against me, cheeks flushed, eyes still open and watching, but it's tough on her, bet she’d love nothing more than closing’ her eyes and relax.

I give her ear a nip and a lick. She tries to dodge my mouth by rolling her neck, but it only makes me chuckle. Cute how she thinks that’ll stop me.

"You’re a sensitive thing, ain’t you?,"

With one hand busy between her legs my other is feeling a bit bored, so I inch my way up her ribs, to the edge of that little crop top she’s wearing, I push it higher, so I can see the curve of her breasts from under her top. She can’t roll away from me now, maybe she should’ve just let me have at hear ear, eh?

She lets out this little gasp when I toy with her nipple, my fingers teasing and twisting, bucking against my hand between her legs. If she was having a time keeping her eyes open before, no doubt I’ve just made it loads worse. I’m grinning like a cheshire cat into her neck as I keep playing with her, mixing up light pinches and feather-light strokes that have her moaning and squirming against me.

Can’t imagine what its doing to her, watching us in the mirror, but I know for sure what its doing to me. Every little twitch, buck and squirm against me makes my cock throb. One hand teasing her pussy, the other having a bit of fun with her tits. It’s a hell of a sight – watching this girl gradually slip into madness all because of me.

I'm playing with her like a puppet, slowing down and she whimpers, then speeding up and she moans. She's ready so fast, it's like a hairpin trigger. I bet I could make her come with just a few words.

But that's no fun, is it?

"You know what?" Kit's struggling, chest heaving, thighs thembling against my hand but she gives me a desperate-sounding 'hmm?' "I like the noises you make, ‘specially when I do this," I stop the circles and lightly tap her clit several times in quick succession, and she jolts, her eyes wide open now, letting out a shocked gasp.

"Got you all worked up, do I?"

She's starts to nod her head but sort of gets lost and her mouth falls open in a moan that goes straight to my cock when I change it up and slipping a finger inside her and my palm is flat against her clit now. Fuck she’s tight as hell, pulsing with every little movement, can’t imagine how good she’s gonna feel when I sink my cock inside her.

As I thrust in and out nice and slow, curling my finger just right to hit that spot inside her that's got her writhing and moaning like nothing else, her eyes flutter a bit and for a second it looks like her eyes are gonna win out and close.

“Uh-uh, love, keep 'em open, or you won’t like what happens.” Her eyes pop open but it’s an uphill battle for her, and I’m not exactly taking it easy on her. “Think you can take another?”

Kit lets out a low whimper and her hips buck against my hand. Blimey, she’s so sensitive, it’s like playing an instrument and I just can’t get enough of it.

But then something changes - maybe it’s because of how close she is to coming undone or maybe it’s because she needs more than just one finger inside her - but Kit starts pushing against my hand between her legs, trying to crawl up and away. Is it too much for her? Or is she after more than just my fingers?

"Oh no you don't," I growl playfully into her ear as I quickly move my other hand from where it's been teasing one nipple to wrap around Kit's waist and hold her still.

“That’s not an answer, Kit. You want another finger in your pussy?”

“--Please!” She seizes up when I add another finger as promised and I slow down, grinding my palm against her, and her knees draw in a bit but she can’t close her legs, not how I’ve got them wide open.

"God Ben!"

"How 'bout it, love? You gonna come for me?"

I’m really laying it on thick, breathing heavy on her neck having a nip at her ear, she’s ready to go.

"Yeah!" I've been a bit hard on her; best give her a break. "Ben!"

"Not sure, darling. I like this view. All laid out for me, are you sure you're ready to finish so soon? It might be a long night ahead…" The slight whimper she makes sounds so desperate, she can’t quite get any words out, but that’s alright. Think it’s time gave her what I promised, I speed up again making sure to keep my palm firmly agaisnt her clit and I keep moving my fingers inside her not slowing down as she gets tighter on me, crushing my fingers.

"Kiss me, and I'll make you see stars."

She don’t need telling twice, and damn near rips my head off with that kiss, it’s messy and hot, just like the way we’re both feeling right now. A hungry tangle of tongue and lips; moan spilling out. She starts kissing me harder and deeper than before, mad with need. She bites down on my bottom lip kind of hard and let's out this low moan that makes the hairs on the back of neck stand out straight. So she likes it a bit rough, eh? Fine by me.

I give her pussy a soft spank, sending her over the edge and she comes; crying into my mouth while I switch back to those circular motions on her like she's a wind-up toy.

You gotta love the way a bird kisses you when she's in the throes of it. They just don’t care.

It's wild, they’re unhinged, like being mauled by a blooming tiger. They way they claw at you, they just want every bit of you and Kit’s no different. Shoving her tongue down my throat, hands tangled in my hair, pulling, tugging and scratching.

My fingers are slipping and sliding over her, fucking hell, she’s a wet mess, legs straining against me like she can’t decide if she wants to come or go, shaking against me as I keep moving my hand to prolong it for as long as possible. It's like watching a firework go off right in front of you; bright and explosive. And hell, all that wiggling she’s doing? I can feel my cock twitch and throb and fuck it almost thurts.

After a minute though, the sensitivity starting kicking in and she's starts squirming against my hand, moaning and whimpering. And I’ll admit, I get a bit lost in me thoughts. So much so that I don’t quite notice how she starts saying my name a few seconds in, and she almost sounds like she’s gonna cry, hips bucking to get away from me.

Best start calming things down and giving her poor clit a break, I take my hand away, switching to soft caresses on her thighs that still see her twitching anytime I touch her.

Our lips slows down to a smoldering pace until she's breathless and she goes a bit limp against my chest, her lips are quivering, and she's chewed on that poor thing so much it's now all red and swollen—poor darling.

"Good girl,"

She unhooks her legs from ‘round mind and just sort of sits there against my chest catching her breath, rubbing her thighs together. I can see the shudders racing over her body, can’t help the grin I’ve got plastered onto my face, no better feeling than having a girl come undone for you like that, except having her swallow your load down.

Hell, they’re both pretty bloody good.

"Ben?" She gives a cheeky grin as she turns to face me, plopping onto my lap like a contented cat.

Quick on the uptake, she takes my hand, fingers still wet from her pussy, slipping one of them into her mouth one at a time, giving them a nice suck. Blimey, that gets the blood pumping, doesn't it? And those little sounds she’s making? Those tasty little moans? Fuck me.

"Hmm?" Can’t keep the satisfaction out of my voice, even if that mouth of hers is reminding me just how much I’m needing some attetnion too.

"That was hot." She’s all out of breath and I’m grinning ear to ear, “Mean.” She nips at my fingertip with her teeth and it almost smarts a bit, yeah, I reckon I might have gotten carried away a bit. “But hot.”

Suddenly, it's like flipping a switch from a contented kitten to a wild tiger; she’s practically climbing me like a damn tree me. Shoving me onto my back, her tongue plunging into my mouth, clawing at my chest, making her way down to my belt.

Sure, I could've put up a bit of a struggle and not made it so easy, but hell, she's earned some top time. Fellas, what is it about a girl in a short skirt taking charge, pinning you down, that gets your pulse racing?

My belt hits the floor with a clink as she tosses it aside, then she’s working the button and fly of my jeans, ripping them down my legs, got me down to my boxers in record time. No time for my protests, 'cause she’s grinding against me and I can feel her knickers all soaked against my cock, and let me tell you, I'm more lost than a tourist in the East End.

Her hands are strolling down my stomach scratching, tickling in spots, just about teasing the waistband of my boxers. Seems I might be in for a dose of poetic justice. Kit ain't the type to settle for a bit of pettiness – she's the sort who'll hold a grudge and make ya pay for it. But as long as the payback doesn't involve too much dilly-dallying, it can't be all that bad, can it?

The bruises she's leaving on my neck'll likely be the talk of the town tomorrow when I'm catching flak from the lads, but right now, it don't bother me none. Let her leave me marked up. I've been in worse states for less enjoyable reasons. Rather be covered in love bites from a gorgeous girl who’s got me pinned to a bed, than some sweaty bloke in a boxing ring trying to beat me to a pulp.

Trying to cobble together a coherent sentence is like trying to crack rocket science with a head full of fog. Especially when she’s planting all these wet kisses on my stomach and the occasional nip is her way of driving her point home, followed by that flick of her tongue.

"K-Kit. Come on now, love." It's a real struggle to push those words out, and when I finally manage it, she eases up and locks eyes with me, that mischievous 'hmm?' dancing in her gaze. “Thought we said no teasin’…”

"You think this is teasing?" She purrs, her fingers teasingly sliding into my waistband, pulling ever so slowly. “That’s cute.”

Yup, I've punched in for a hefty payment on my little teasing debt.

"Close your eyes, Ben."

Sounds easy, don't it? But it's like diving into the deep end without knowing how to swim. Sure, I take a deep breath, trying to keep calm, but then she starts working her magic. Those lips of hers leave marks on my hips, and suddenly, calm's the last thing on my mind. And with my eyes closed everything feels more intense, got me squirming and questioning every choice that brought me here. But, damn, ain't it something? Feels like I'm walking the tightrope, completely at her mercy. Suppose it’s only fair, since I had her at mine just a bit ago

"Ben?"

I gulp, and manage a mindless, ‘Yeah?’

And then comes the killing blow, dropped with the finesse of a sledgehammer:

"Tell me what you like."

Oh, fucking hell, it’s not so easy when I’m this turned on and my brains operating on limited blood supply since it’s all gone straight to my cock.

"W-what I like?" Kit's got her own ways of winding me up, and I groan inwardly. I don’t bloody care I'm so damn hard it hurts; it's agony having her this close but not touching me the way I want.

But there's an easy fix for that, right? Just tell her what I want, right?

There's just no proper way to tell a girl I met an hour ago that I want her to suck my cock without coming off like a right prat. If she was my girlfriend? Yeah, I'd be more forward, hell, I’d say worse but considering I've only just met Kit tonight, if that ain’t her cuppa tea, then this evening might not go as smooth as I’d hoped.

Can't say I didn't bring it on meself, though. Might've given her a bit of lip, but this right here feels like a full-blown masterclass in payback.

"It’s not that hard, Ben. Well," She takes a pause rubbing my cock through my boxers, and it feels so bloody good, I try to hold back a pained groan but it slips out and I sound downright pitiful.

"I guess it’s a bit hard. But, if you’re having trouble articulating those thoughts, I think I can figure out what you want."

She gets to it, licking my skin, but not where I fancy, and she's got this little moan she does when her hand finally slips inside my boxers, her fingers wrapping around my cock. My whole body tenses at the sudden contact and I let out another deep moan.

"W-what do you reckon I'm after? —Ah, fuck!” She sucks hard on my hip, and I can finally feel my boxers are gone, and bloody hell, I’m standing at attention, desperate for those lips of hers to wrap around me.

It shouldn’t be this hard to get simple words out. The fuck’s wrong with me?

“I think you want me to suck your dick, but you don’t wanna sound like an ass.” Kit’s got this way of saying things with a deadpan expression that just cuts to the chase. She's figured me out, and I can't help but smile and chuckle a bit. This one's a winner.

"Let's start with this," She’s purring like a cat, her voice dripping with desire. "Tell me how I can make this feel better."

I throw my head back onto the bed, seems she's less tiger now and more sex kitten. Her movements are slow and deliberate, won’t be long before she’s got my toes curling. And when her thumb brushes against the tip of my throbbing cock, it finally shakes loose something in my voice.

"—More," I manage to gasp out, barely a harsh whisper. "A-Anything you want, just don't stop."

"How about this?" She lets go of me and I feel like a balloon losing air, tension in my muscles melting away, and fuck, I want it back.

"Lick."

My eyes pop open and her hand hovers in front of my lips, how does she make such a simple word sound so dirty? My senses go into overdrive as I look at her fingers, the ones she just had wrapped around my cock, fingertips glistening with my precum. Her lips are slightly parted, curved up into a tiny smirk, just waiting, and I’d bet my last quid she’s just as turned on by this as I am. So I grab her wrist and yank her on top of me and she lets out a surprised squeak, hair cascading over her shoulders like a curtain around us. God, she looks good like this.

And I give her what she wants, flattening my tongue for a slow, wet lick of her palm, ending with a flick on her fingertips for good measure, putting on a little show for her. Sending clear signals about what I'm capable of, and by the look in her eyes, she gets the message loud and clear. The slick sound of my tongue on her skin is downright indecent. It's wet and wicked, every lick brimming with dirty thoughts, leaving no doubt about what I'm planning for my next move.

She’s sweet and salty, a mix of how she tastes and whatever lotion or perfume she's wearing. The sound of my tongue working over her palm and I reckon I get a bit carried away slipping between her fingers but it only adds to the heat between us.

She’s got a grin on her that could charm the devil himself, and I'm a bit reluctant to let go of her hand, I was having a bit of fun, but with a tug, she slips out of my grip. Shame, I had a whole act planned for her, but she don’t leave me hanging either. Dropping down to plant one on me, licking at my lips. A heartbeat later, I'm groaning into her mouth when I feel her wet grip around my cock. Fucking hell, it's good, I needed that bad. With every stroke and twist, my hips are moving on their own accord, thrusting up, fucking her hand.

"Like that?" That voice of hers, it’s pure fucking sex.

"God, yes," I gasp, my mind all over the place as she keeps working my cock, that thumb of hers is back to swirling around my crown.

"Tell me what you want,"

Blokes ain't just after handjobs for foreplay, mate. Sure, it's alright, but let's be real, we're just not after that. We can sort ourselves out in that department just fine. No offense, ladies, but we've got the self-pleasure game down pat, better than you lot, by miles. What we really love is you taking us as deep as you can go, gagging and choking on us 'til we're spilling down your throats. And we’ll love you even more if you swallow it.

Every bloke loves it, and I'm no exception.

I’m pretty sure Kit’s clued in on that, I bet she’s just the type to get off on dirty talk and as soon as my brain starts back up I’ll give her all she can stand.

"Fuck… Kit—!"

"Call me love," She coos. "Say it, Ben. Tell me what you want, baby."

My brain is short-circuiting. But she ain't letting up, moaning and whining like she's the one being denied pleasure. And when she calls me 'baby' with that need in her voice, well, that does it for me.

Something surges through me and I sit up and grab her by the back of her neck. Yanking her in for a savage kiss, my tongue takes over, exploring every nook and cranny of her mouth like I’m starving for her. Because, well, I am.

"Love," I growl, my voice heavy and deeper and it’s got her attention, "Get down there and suck my cock like a good girl."

I’m a bit surprised at meself for how quick and easy she’s got me wound up like this, but the look in her eyes tells me; I’ve cracked the code and she loves it.

I've been half the night thinking about the color of her eyes, but I've only just clocked their hue. Yeah, I know, it's a bit rotten that I only catch it when she's about to give me a treat, but damn they're stunning. One's green, the other's blue, no, I can’t be more specific, they’re probably some magical shade of cerulean is a blue, innit? She flashes me a cheeky grin and gives me a long lick before taking me in her mouth, and let me tell you, the relief washes over me like a cold pint on a hot summer's day. Fuck, I’ll check a color wheel later.

And I never want it to stop.

My head falls back against the bed when she finally sucks me in deep, swirling her tongue around the head of my cock, bobbing up and down. I’m moaning and groaning as she takes me all the way to the back of her throat, choking a bit but never stopping or pulling away like some girls would do.

She uses one hand to stroke my shaft while the other cups my balls, rolling them gently between her fingers. That’s the fucking ticket! Holy shit. It’s driving me absolutely mental and I can feel my orgasm building with every lick and suck.

My hips start moving involuntarily, thrusting up into her mouth, I can’t bloody help it.

At this rate, it won't be long before my neighbors decide to come knocking, it’s late and they’re probably sleeping or trying to. Now, I like my neighbors just fine, they're decent folk, but right now, they can sod off to hell. All my focus is on the pleasure coursing through me, and I'll throw fists with the first tosser who dares interrupt this.

Her mouth is like hot, wet, velvet on my skin, scorching and slick, as she swallows me down again and again. It's so fucking good, especially when I hit the back of her throat each time. My eyes squeeze shut; that's what blokes like. Sucking and licking, I can't stop the thrust of my hips, I know it ain’t nice, trying to gag a girl on purpose but fuck it just feels so damn good. I'm probably a sweaty mess, hands tangled in her hair, shifting it aside so I can watch her, best view in the house, innit?

When I look down, her lips are wrapped around my cock, glistening with spit, eyes shut in pure ecstasy. The way she moves her head up and down, taking me in deeper and deeper, it's like she's the one getting off and not me.

“Fuck!” It comes out a growl, hell, I don’t even sound like meself right now. "You fuckin’ love this, don't you?"

The sight alone could make me cum. But the sounds. Fucking hell, the wet sounds of her lips sucking, slurping, and licking, she’s doing it on purpose, I know that.

Her tongue's doing this mad dance underneath, swirling and flicking with moves so spot-on I forget to breathe for a tick. When she gets to the tip, her lips close around me, sucking out every drop of pre-cum, like I’m a goddamned lolly.

I'd never say it to her face but, some women are just born to suck cock, and Kit falls into that category in the best possible way. I feel myself getting closer to the edge, about to blow my load down her throat. This girl knows what she's doing, and it hits me before I can stop it—

"Fuckin’ hell, I love you!"

The words slip out without me even thinking, fuck, why the fuck did I say that? I hold my breath, waiting for her response. Hope I didn't just cock this up.

She pulls back slightly, giving me a moment to catch my breath. But before I can protest, tell her I didn’t mean it or beg her not to stop, her fingers wrap around the base of my cock as her mouth bobs up and down faster.

"Oh fuck," I groan again, unable to control myself as I thrust into her hand and mouth. "Fuck!...I'm gonna…"

But just when I think it can't get any better, Kit does something that seals my fate. She starts humming against me while still sucking and stroking. The vibration sends shockwaves through my body and pushes me over the edge, my balls tightening as she takes me deeper into her mouth. With one last deep thrust into her mouth, I come hard while moaning her name loudly.

My orgasm slams into me, and I'm wracked by pleasure that just won't quit. Cumming harder than I have in ages. I’ve got a fistful of her hair, and I’m not exactly being gentle with all the tugging, I can’t help it, it's too bloody much. She swallows every last drop, drawing it out and milking me until there's nothing left. And I feel like a goddamn champion.

"Fucking hell, Kit," I gasp between breaths, my chest heaving as I can barely string together a thought now.

I start getting a tad jumpy, as the sensitivity starts kicking in, but turns out Kit just fancied a few more licks before she's had her fill.

The room goes dead quiet, and all I can hear is the sound of my own heavy breaths as my vision slowly sharpens again, a bit fuzzy at first, little fairy lights twinkling in my peripheral. When I can finally lift my head again, I catch Kit all laid out on her stomach with her head resting on my thigh, fingers dancing on my belly. She plants these teasing kisses along my hips, then looks up at me with a gaze like she's well chuffed with herself.

My limbs feel like they're made of lead, but it doesn't stop me from grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her up to me. Rolling us over so she's under me, caging her on the bed, I dive into a slow and deep kiss, savoring every flavor and scheming my next moves. Her lips taste like me and it only makes my cock twitch with renewed interest.

"That was bleeding amazing,"

She just grins up at me, yeah, I reckon she knows just how damn good she is. My thumb brushes against her swollen lips.

"Might just have to tie you to this bed,"

I don’t mean for it to come out like a growl but it does, hope she don’t think we're finished here, nah, not by a long shot.

She reaches her hands above her head to grab the bars on my headboard and gives her hips a little wiggle, tempting me something rotten.

"Don't push your luck, love. Because I'll gladly tie you down and make you scream."

"Sure you will," She says with a smirk, bet she thinks I'm too knackered to do anything about that smart mouth of hers.

"Oh, you think you're clever," I growl on purpose this time and she seems to like it. I grab her hands and hold 'em above her head, giving her ear a nibble that makes her squirm.

Thing is, she ain't the only one skilled with her mouth, I give a little thrust of my hips against hers and she shudders, trying to wriggle away from me. She might be good with that mouth, but she's the one pinned to the bed, innit?

"Keep those hands right there," I shoot her a warning glance as she grips the metal bars, and she knows better than to try me. Doesn't stop that mouth of hers though, does it?

"Or what?"

"Or I'll bend you over my knee and spank that cheeky mouth right outta you, but maybe you’d like that."

Her eyes go wide and full of excitement, fingers gripping tighter on the bars. She bites her lip, a tad nervy, and you can see it all over her face. I go in for another kiss, but just as she goes to meet me halfway, I duck my head and plant one on her neck trailing down to her collarbone.

She lets out this little sigh, a mix of bliss and surrender, but it's not doing it for me. I'm not after sugary sweet; I want that sexy girl who had me going mental all night in that tight skirt, tiny top and that sass of hers. She grips the bar a little tighter, as I move down her neck, leaving my mark like a warning for any other muppet thinking they can stake a claim.

She’s still sporting that skirt and tiny crop top, and I shake my head – no chance, love. Those’re coming off.

It's like peeling back a present, innit? So, I start pushing that little top up, inch by inch. She makes a simple black bra look dead sexy, practcally spilling out the top and that grin she’s wearing tells me she likes how I’m looking at her. Lucky me, I'm the bloke who gets to unwrap this surprise.

"All dolled up just for me, eh?" I let my eyes wander over her breasts, soaking in every detail. "You're gorgeous, babe, no doubt about it. But..." She's like a feast for the eyes, and I've got an urge to sample her. "I reckon you might be a tad overdressed, don't you think?"

A little push and that top and her bra are up her arms and all bunched up around her wrists, not handcuffs but it’ll do for the moment. Her tits are spilling out, so damn soft, sweet pink nipples all stiff and aching to be touched. They fit perfectly in my hands; just the right size for some good old fashioned fun. My thumb brushes over one of her nipples, stiff and hard under my touch.

Knowing she's been starved of attention for eight long months, I make sure to give her an experience she won't forget.

And let me tell ya, that's when the serenade kicks in, I lean down to taste one of those perky nipples, giving it a little tug between my teeth. I can hear the grip of her hands on the bars of my bed, that sounds of your skin against metal when you’re gripping it tightly and sure enough, she's holding on for dear life. Love seeing girls like this, love seeing her squirm each time I give her tits a suck or a squeeze.

Needy; that's how she sounds—needy. But this, what I'm doing right now? It's only the starter. Gotta repay her for that blow job.

"These are nice and sweet, love," I say, giving her a few parting kisses and a flick of my tongue. "But I'd wager, you taste even sweeter here."

My hand slips between her legs again, and start rubbing up and down her soaked knickers. She groans, and her hips arch into my hand, she’s in the same state I left her in. Quivering under my touch, that confident facade crumbling as I lick my way down her stomach and across her hips.

Pushing her skirt up, she dressed to match, eh? I catch the edge of her knickers, and with a quick tug down her legs, I’m tossing them away. She's too lost for words, just gasping for air as I spread her legs wider.

I let out a low whistle, admiring the sight in front of me. She’s all stretched out on my bed, shaved pussy, sweat glistening on her skin, her craving for me obvious in the way she arches her back and offers herself up. Tits out, nipples hard, begging to be played with, but I'll save that for later.

A wicked thought crosses my mind and I smirk, "I was gonna tear this scrap off you but you know what? I reckon it looks good right here." I give her shirt a shove up and now its bunched around her waist. Every time she rocks that skirt in the future, it'll be a little reminder of this moment, leaving her wanting for more.

But for now, it's just another memory to add to my spank bank when I'm flying solo at night.

She’s still hanging on tight, but I'm about to give her a real reason to cling on tight. I lean down and take a long lick from the bottom of her slit all the way up to where I know she's been dying for me ever since she walked through that door. Her mouth falls open and writhes under me, spreading her legs wider; like she forgot just how good it feels to have her pussy eaten. Eight long months since anyones tasted her eh? Well, that dry spell ends right now.

"Oh, my God!"

"I’m flattered love, but you can just call me Ben."

I grip her hips tightly and I start on in my treat with long, slow licks of my tongue nice and flat making sure I taste every inch of her and open-mouthed kisses driving her wild. She so sensitive to my touch, she tries to wiggle away when it gets a bit intense, but I keep her firmly in place, dead set on having my way until I'm satisfied; locking my arms around her thighs.

Giving her nowhere to go, she’s gonna just lay there and take every flick of my tongue and kiss against her clit. Gotta make sure she's enjoying every second of this, 'cause once I make her come again, all bets are off. Her moans turn into a non-stop soundtrack of cursing and my name with a nice little chorus of begging.

"God! Fuck! Yes, Ben!" It's like music to my ears, spurring me on even more. Going down on a girl never ranked high on my list of favorite activities, but with Kit? Maybe I just needed the right girl.

"Taste like bloody candy, you do." I growl, my voice thick with desire before diving back in for another round.

Every little jump and twist of her hips sends a surge of lust down south, my cock’s getting stiff again, not five minutes after she took the lot, that’s how much I want her. But I’m a patient bloke and I've got her curves mapped out. Figuring out realy quick what makes her moan and what sends her to cloud nine. Glancing up, her chest is rising and falling with pleasure, hands clutching onto the headboard like it's a lifeline.

I was a bit of a mess at school, always getting an earful about my lack of focus. Load of bollocks, that. Truth is, I just didn't have the right drive. Now, with Kit right in front of me, every ounce of my attention is locked onto her. What's pushing me? The sound of her crying my name in pure bliss. Let me tell you, my focus is on point as my tongue and lips go all in on every inch of her, working that one sweet spot between her legs that sends her into a frenzy of writhing and moaning. I keep working on her clit, teasing and tantalizing with little flicks of my tongue until she's on the brink.

"Ben! Oh God! Please!" Her cries bounce around the room as she writhes on the bed, tears threatening to spill.

"You gonna come, love? Is that what you want?"

She nods like mad, "Yes! Please, Ben!"

Now how can I turn down a lovely request like that?

Her body tenses, her legs shake, and she calls out my name, her voice getting softer, like a breathless murmur with each word. She’s teetering right there on the edge and I lock lip lips around that sweet little pearl of hers and give it a soft suckle while my tongue works overtime. The rooms full of her moans, breathy, light, and desperate, her legs go all tense and her chest heaves. And then it happens - the full-body shudder and her desperate cries, loud and raw as she moans my name again and again and swearing like a sailor. It’s a sight to drink in that’s for sure. Her orgasm hits harder than the last; she may have loved my fingers but she loves my mouth even more.

"Ben!! Yes, yes! Ben! Oh—fuck!" Her moans just might replace my favorite song.

It’s never been this hard to tear meself away from a girl, but I’m itching to keep her thrashing against my mouth, pushing the limits till she's practically begging me to stop. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. Ain't painful, far from it, I love it.

Then she jerks her hips up and away, reckon I might've pushed it a bit far again, but not keen on being pulled away when I'm enjoying meself. And this is the best bit, she's so sensitive, reckon a few more licks could send her flying again. But the whimpering and the wriggling tell me it's time to give her a breather, maybe another time; the night is still young.

Tonight's been one wild ride for us, two strangers meeting at bash, and now we're smack in the middle of the best sex of my life so far. Not many girls I've been with are keen on kissing after they’ve just had their cunts eaten, but Kit's shoving her tongue down my throat and dragging me on top, and I'm loving it. Like she can taste how good I made her feel. Seems like she's still up for more.

"Not knackered yet, love? Fancy another go?" I throw a tease her way, and she grins, swooping in for another kiss and I just chuckle. "Greedy thing, aren't you?"

"Not greedy."

"Oh yeah?" I reply, keeping it matter-of-fact, knowing she won't push back. She grabs hold of my cock again, tightening her grip to drive her point home, and now it's my turn to shiver and let out a groan, I'm up for more if she is.

"Well, maybe I'm a little greedy, but I’m not the only one."

"Is that so? I dunno, I'm a bit knackered, love, might have to sweet-talk me a bit,"

Truth be told, you couldn't drag me out of this bed. I just shake my head as she plants kisses on my neck and treats me to a few smooth strokes before dropping the bomb, laying it on thick like she's trying to bring my fantasies to life.

"Ben… I want you, I need your cock inside me, please?" Oh, hell. No bloke could resist that, but she's not done yet. She keeps at it, punctuating each word with a kiss and a gentle touch, pulling all sorts of noises out of me. "Please, baby, please? Fuck me?"

Baby.

Don’t know what it is about her calling me that but well, it just does something. I'm dead certain this is what heaven feels like, but a quick pinch of my arm and a little jolt of pain tells me I'm still well and alive.

"Anything you fancy, Kit," I wrap one of her legs around my hips. "You want me, yeah?" She nods, sweet as a nut, her tone might have been a tad pandering, but there’s no faking the want in her eyes. My fingers tease her a bit, she's dripping, and the little noises she makes are only making me harder. "You can 'ave me."

With that, I slam hard, home, and her body tenses up against mine as I bottom out inside of her. It takes all my self-control not to just lose myself in this moment and pound into her like an animal.

All that build-up, all the teasing, it's bloody well worth it. She feels unbelievable, so damn tight after coming twice, and now I'm the one letting out noises as she clenches around me. I'm just trying to remember how to breathe, fighting the urge to finish right then and there. It's like walking a tightrope, one wrong move, and I'll topple over the edge.

I'm just frozen solid for a good minute, it's only been a few weeks since I had a shag, but Kit's been waiting for months. I'd be a proper tosser if I just dove in without giving her a moment to get used to me, but bloody hell, it's tough. She's like pure heaven, hot, tight, wet, fits me like a glove. Just gotta hang on for another minute, get ahold of meself 'cause once I get going, I won't be able to stop.

My heart's pounding like a damn drum solo, and I'm battling the shakes, trying not to twitch too much. Looking down at her, and she's a sight for sore eyes. Arching her back a bit, lips parted taking in deep breaths. She's doing a better job at breathing than I am; the deep rise and fall of her chest says it's not pain clutching her, but maybe she just needs a minute to process. Makes two of us.

"K–Kit. You alright there, love?" My voice breaks a bit, and my gut's doing somersaults, keen to kick off the show. "Look at me, Kit. Lemme see them eyes of yours."

It takes a sec but her eyes flutter open. Something about the way she's looking at me freezes me up, and it's got nothing to do with the fact we're naked in bed together and I've got my cock buried in her. Could drown in those eyes, I swear. I’m starting to wonder if she's got me under some sorta spell 'cause her hips nudge me forward, and I groan in frustration, trying to keep myself from thrusting too wildly into her.

"Alright?" I need her to be alright 'cause the way she's squeezing my cock is sheer torture.

She gives a nod, her hand tousling through my hair, sweeping it outta my face, and there's a grin tugging at her lips. Then, she leans up for a kiss wrapping her arms around my neck, slow and sweet, a total departure from the rough, fast, filthy ones we've been trading. It’s amazing.

Kit wraps her legs around my waist the rest of the way, pulling me in even deeper. My breath hitches as the new angle hits all the right spots inside of her.

"Oh fuck," I moan, burying my head in the crook of her neck. "You’re so fucking tight."

"I know," she purrs, nipping at my ear. "Now, move already, go slow."

Fun fact, mate, telling a bloke to take it slow can be a real test for us in the best way. Some blokes dig it hard and fast for a quick buzz, but a slow, deep rhythm? That just lets us savor every bit of ya. It's like quality over quantity; both get the job done, but one takes its sweet time. I'm a fan of both, nothing like a fast and furious rendezvous with your girl against a wall 'cause you swiped a few minutes when you shouldn't have. It’s a thrill. But this? Being starkers in bed after some heavy foreplay and a couple of orgasms? That's the kinda shag where you glimpse someone's soul, and I can see hers.

She nudges me again with those lanky legs of hers, and I start moving, easing out nice and slow letting her feel all of me. No point in stifling my moans; she can have 'em. Got a feeling this peaceful spell between us won't last long. I give a shaky breath, groaning as I slide back in, a tad quicker than planned, but Kit's tugging at me, showing she's game as she pulls me in for another kiss.

"Fuck, you feel good!" She breathes against my lips, and I can't help but grin like an idiot. No way I'm hiding that.

"Is that right? How about this, then?" I snap my hips sharply, and she lets out a moan, burying her head into the bed. Strokes the old ego, seeing her like this, lost in pleasure, caught up in the moment.

"Oh, God… That’s perfect! Fuck! D-Do it again," She pants, wriggling on my bed. I give her a smirk and repeat the move, teasing out slow until she whines, then thrusting sharp and earning another breathy moan.

Slamming home again gets her bucking against me, and I pull her in flicking my tongue against her lips. I feel her tremble each time I pull out and push back in. She's loving every second of this slower pace, and don't get me wrong, I'm loving it too, but I'm itching to crank things up.

"Go faster," she pants, sweetest words I've heard yet, and like the lady wants, I step it up. "Harder," Easy now, darling.

Now, we’re getting somewhere, we're making a racket in this room, and all you can hear is our heavy breathing and that sound of skin slapping on skin. Kit's got this delicate, breathy way of gasping for air. Now, don't get me wrong, missionary's a classic, love being able to see her face, give her a peck, watch her tits bounce when I thrust into her. But you know, variety's the spice of life, innit? This girl, she's like a mind-reading Jedi or something, kissing and sucking on my neck and unwrapping her legs from me.

"Ben?"

I just groan into her neck, had a good rhythm going and she chucked it out the window, least she’s keeping them kisses on my neck coming, still touching me all over.

"Do something for me?"

"Anything, darin’" The words tumbling out of my mouth without a second thought. I'm up for whatever it takes to get this party started again; every second I'm not inside her hurts.

"In front of the mirror."

What? I snap to attention, her eyes are just dark, like she's checking if I'm game. But I reckon my reaction gives her the green light. She's just dropped a bombshell without even realizing it. I sit up quick, dragging her into a kiss.

"Fuck you wherever you want, just say the word."

"Edge of the bed," Don’t need to tell me twice.

I give her soft lips a quick, eager peck before sliding over to the bed's corner, where this madcap adventure all kicked off. Taking a sec to catch my breath, I check myself out in the mirror. My chest's still pounding with excitement, hair all over the place, and my cocks standing tall, eager and slick. I ain't one for vanity, but I know I'm looking pretty decent like this. But something's missing, ain't it? I don't have to wait long; she slinks up behind me, snug against my back as she plants kisses on my neck.

Her arms wrap around me, one hand tangling in my hair—I ain’t never gonna trim if this is the treatment it gets. The other hand finds its way to my cock and the throbbing gets more intense, stroking it like a pro while her lips, and teeth set my skin ablaze. The mirror captures every moment, cranking up the heat.

“God, you look so good like this, Ben.” She purrs giving my ear a little nip. The feeling's lush, but it's even better watching her hands roam over my chest, lips on my neck, her hair cascading over me? Feels like I'm the star of some flick, and Kit's my leading lady.

It's ace, no doubt, and I'm digging it, but I'm gagging for more.

"Kit, you gonna keep playin', or you gonna jump on my cock?"

She flashes me a naughty grin before giving me a few strokes, her tongue poking out to lick her lips. She lets out the kinda giggle that girls only use when they’re trying to get up all riled up before letting go of my hair and dropping to her knees. I swear, my heart might give out right here and now. I grip onto the edge of the bed for support but all I get are linens, got a feeling I might need it. Her hand reaches up to cup my balls, gently massaging them and I swallow hard.

“Oh, fuck,”

My eyes are wide as saucers for two reasons. One: it always gives a bloke a pause to see a girl kneeling in front of him, and two: I catch a peek of her in the mirror. She's still wearing that skirt, it’s barely covering her arse, and that little top is gone too, she must have chucked it, fine by me, she’s got great tits. Her hair is a tangled mess, falling over her bare back. Fuck, I’m wishing I had my phone, I’d love a picture of this.

She doesn't even give me a sec to say anything; straight down she goes, taking my cock in her mouth. Fucking mint. She's ramped up the intensity this time, and I might sound like a right pig, but the thought of her giving my cock a good suck after I've used it on her? Mate, it's fucking mint, especially with those moans she ain't bothering to stifle. I'm just staring at our reflection, her skirt barely hiding that lush arse, head bouncing in my lap.

"Holy shit, Kit,"

And looking down, the view's just as nice, her eyes open and she's gazing up at me with those blue and green eyes, and it's somethin' else. Dazed as an idiot, while she works me over like I'm a blooming lollipop. Thank God I let Jeff talk me into that party, I owe him drinks for a month, maybe two.

"Kit, not that this ain't bangin', but," I tilt her head up, and she releases my cock with an exaggerated pop that cracks me up a bit. "You wanted me to fuck you in front of the mirror, yeah?"

She grins at me like she's just hit the jackpot. "You looked so good, I wanted another taste." I stifle a laugh; her banter's gonna have me in stitches if I don't keep us focused. "Thought you'd like the view."

"Damn right, I do," I hoist her onto my lap, "But, here's the deal. I've got this absolute stunner of a girl dripping wet on my lap, and she's already given me a proper seeing-to. If I'm gonna cum again, it's gonna be inside her. Now, what's the sitch, do I need a wrap?"

She shakes her head, "IUD."

"Good fuckin’ girl,"

"Tell me how much you want me, Ben.”

Her slender hands grab a hold of my cock again, and she eases herself over it. I'm aching to feel her wrapped around me after all this toying and teasing we’ve been doing.

“Fuck, love, I want you so fucking bad, wanna fuck you till you can’t bleedin’ stand.”

I snatch her legs, pulling her down onto me, and deliver a hard thrust upward – it's like a burst of fireworks. She goes a bit stiff for a moment, her arms wrapping around my neck again, pressing those perfect tits into my face. I can't resist having another taste, I get a bit lost in it actually but that’s fine, Kit’s already on top of things.

She’s a natural on top, and she knows it. She's controlling the pace, the angle, everything, and I'm just along for the ride. Because that’s the magic of this position, it ain’t about speed; it's about depth. As soon s I get my wits about me again, I'm going at it hard, hitting every spot, feeling her cunt tighten around my cock with each thrust. She's holding onto me like her life depends on it, her pleasure maybe. I've got a gorgeous girl on my lap, riding me, mouth full of tit, and the cherry on top? I can watch the whole show in the mirror, it's like watching a live porn, and it's hot as hell.

That skirt of hers – bet she won't put it on again without remembering how I made her come tonight. I bet she can't even glance at it without getting all hot and bothered.

I'm thrusting up, slamming her down, and she's holding on tight, like a proper doll in my arms.

"You love this, don’t you?" I ask after a solid thrust and a playful nip, making her squeak and tighten her grip, so I give it another thrust. "Tell me, Kit, you love me fucking you deep, my cock buried in you, don’t you?"

"I fucking love it, Ben! God, you feel so fucking good!"

"That's right, ride me, babe," I love it when she's all into it, all for me. "You're my good girl, yeah?"

"I'm your good girl," Would've settled for a simple 'yes' or a bit of filth, but hearing her echo it back, sends a jolt through my cock, and with the racket we're causing, it won't be long before she's worn me out.

"Promise, I'll be your good girl!"

God. She promises, eh? Her voice, all breathy and full of need, shaking a bit like I'm propelling her straight into another orgasm, and that thought? Well, it just does something to a bloke, knowing you've got that power over a woman; your woman. I'll take this over flying, super strength or laser vision any day. I can feel her walls tightening around me, her nails digging into my back as she rides me harder, faster.

"You gonna come for me again? That's what? Three?" Can't keep the cheek and wit out of my voice if I tried, feels too damn good to know I'll have made this girl come three times in one night, and I might manage one more, could be close though. "How about you turn around and enjoy the show with me, yeah? Turn around so you can watch me fuck you."

I ease up on the pace, nudging her to get her legs steady. It takes a bit of back-and-forth, but like déjà vu, we're right back in the same spot, and damn, is it hot? Watching myself sink in and out of her while seeing every expression of pleasure on Kit's face is almost too much to handle.

But I don't want it to end just yet, I reach forward and grab onto Kit's hips, guiding her movements as she starts riding me again. It’s slightly different position and so it hits different and it’s incredible. With each thrust, I pull back a little before pushing in deep again – making sure to hit that spot each time.

It’s so fucking good, that's why I wrap a hand around her neck, making her look straight into the mirror while I start thrusting up again, I want her to see what I see. Fuck it’s a show, her eyes are closed one moment and then snap back open as I thrust into her again. Her tits bounce with each movement and goddamn they look so fucking nice.

"Look at how goddamn stunning you are, bouncin’ on my cock. You're ready for another one, aren't you?"

Kit just gives a little nod, like the whole situation's a bit much for her – and fair play, it probably is. But she's loving it, no doubt about that. "Still my good girl?"

Another nod, and I'm close enough to lean in, nipping at her ear. She shudders, and I start marking up her neck. Anyone dares to give her grief on it, they'll be dealing with me and my fists. She feels like she’s mine. My grip tightens around her, and I'm putting in the effort. I'm wound up so tight I could snap, legs burning from the workout.

Hell, watching us both in the mirror, I can see why folks dig it. Don't know why I never gave this a go, but I'm proper pleased Kit suggested it. She's practically done, and I'm not far behind, but I'm a stubborn git, and if I can get her off one more time, you bet I will.

I can feel myself getting close, but I want to make sure Kit gets there first. I reach between our bodies and start rubbing her clit, matching the pace of her movements on top of me. The way she moans into our kiss sends shocks to my cock, fucking hell. She jumps when I hit that little sweet spot of hers and just start playing with her, I’m not stopping till she’s ragged and coming for me again. And I know just what gets her off now, a mix of little circles and gentle taps, but either way, she's losing this battle for sure.

"That's it, baby. Come for me again. Show me how good you can be." She just whimpers with each little touch.

"Feelin' that, Kit? Got you right here, don't I?"

I keep whispering as I release her lips and tilt her head so she can catch the whole scene again, an’ soak it up like I am. She just nods and moans, not much else she can do from where she's at, so it's a proper sight when she reaches up and starts touching her own tits, squeezing and tugging at them like she knows exactly what turns me on. And I can't tear my eyes away from her. I can feel my balls tightening and my cock getting even harder inside of Kit. She's so tight, so hot around me and it's driving me insane.

"Damn, you're a goddamned dream right now, love," I say a bit rougher than intended, but I'm so damn turned on I can't control how it comes out. "Gonna play with those tits while I fuck you and play with your clit, are you?"

“Ben!” Ah, so she can speak, it’s a bit high pitched but that just means I’m doing it right. “God, Ben! I’m gonna cum again!”

“Damn right you are, you’re gonna come right here, all over my cock”

She's a right mess, begging for me to send her over the edge. I reckon I'll sleep like the dead after tonight. Been a while since I've had more than one go with a bird like this, and I gotta say, it's bloody amazing. I’m so fucking close. But I reckon it'd be a proper send-off if I can get her to join me for the ride, so I double down. Getting a bit more forceful with my hand between her legs, giving that sweet spot nowhere to hide.

I give her neck a little squeeze, just a tease, and when I do, she squeezes me tighter than ever.

"Look in that mirror and tell me, you're my good girl."

“I’m your bad girl,”

There she is with that attitude again, couldn't resist a bit of cheek even when I'm fucking her senseless.

Alright, sweetheart, I’ll play along.

“Bad girl, huh? If you're gonna be bad, I'll treat you like it.”

I can feel her tremble and tense up as I lean in for a kiss, slipping my tongue into her mouth while giving her pussy a few quick and fast spanks. And mate, that's the ticket. She practically screams into my mouth, and it's like a damn explosion as she comes again. It's fucking brilliant, and it doesn't take much to send me over the edge with her. I slam her down onto my cock with everything I've got, while thrusting up into her, and then bam, I'm coming hard.

She’s strangling my cock, walls clamping down as I come and come, fucking hell. It's the best fuck I've had in ages. Every time I touch her, she jumps, squirms, and squeezes me, milking every last drop out of my cum. Bloody-fucking-hell, it's fantastic.

“–Fuck! –Fuck! –Fuck!”

Aw, Hell, that's me, making a scene, and I can’t be arsed to care. But that’s definitely Kit all but screaming: ‘Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!’

I mean, who wouldn't? You'd have to be daft not to enjoy fucking Kit. She's amazing in bed.

Hell don't think I've ever busted that much before. Takes a solid minute for the aftershocks to ease off, and by then, I'm completely shattered. Looks like she's done too, my hand slows to a stop between her legs and I pull her back onto the bed with me in a sweaty heap. Her body’s trembling against mine, and I can't help but smile at the thought of how many times I made her cum.

The room's full of our breathing, and it smells like sweat and sex. I'm in desperate need of a shower, and I reckon she might want one too, if she can even walk, that is. Wouldn’t mind a brew either.

"Alright, love?"

She gives me a little giggle and plants a quick one on me, slipping her hand through my hair again. God, I love that.

First time all night she's kissing me like I'm more than just a quick fuck, like I'm her bloke, and it's sweet. Haven't had a steady girl in my life for a while, forgot how nice it is to have someone to just kiss after the orgasms fade.

"Fuck, I needed that."

Can't help but chuckle. That makes two of us, though I reckon she needed it more than I did.

"Don’t let it go to your head babe, but couldn't tell you the last time I went twice in one go." The smirk on her face says it's all going straight to her head, and hey, she's earned it.

"Too late." Cheeky minx.

"You gonna tell me your name, now?"

I almost forgot she never gave me a proper name. She’s got me so wrapped up that I’ve gotta know. She looks at me like she's lost in thought. Then, she just shrugs.

"Come on, babe, I've earned a real name at least. Did right by you, didn't I?"

"I mean, I guess so..." Now she's just teasing, so I sling an arm around her waist and tumble us around so she’s on her back again, my cock slipping out of her making us both shudder.

"You reckon, yeah?" I kiss her again. "Got you off with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock, didn’t I?" She moans as I pepper her neck with kisses. "How many lads made you come three times in one go, huh?" She shrugs, but I know she's just teasing. But what did I say? Don't mess about with me.

"You've got my damn cum dripping out of you, and you're gonna tell me I haven't earned your real name? What've I gotta do for that? Need another one?"

Love seeing her eyes widen when I give her nipple a little suck. "Think I won't do it?" I'm knackered, sure, but I'm stubborn as hell, and I want her name. "Come on, darling, tell me."

She's putting up a fight, but when I start trailing kisses down her stomach, she goes all still and squirmy again.

"I fucked you good, didn’t I?" I say, dipping my tongue into her belly button. Seems she's a bit ticklish. Good to know. I keep at it, giving her hips some attention now. She looks like she's calling my bluff, nah, not me. So I give her another lick, and she practically jumps.

"Ben, are you serious?"

I chuckle a bit and tease her with a slower lick, and she jumps again, but not as much.

"Could've had you wriggling after that first one, you were so damn sensitive" That look in her eyes she’s giving me tells me she knows good and well I’m right. I'll just let that little ‘what if’ simmer and do the graft for me.

“Wouldn’t have taken much to see you come again, could give it another go… Maybe this time I don’t give you a break…”

"Most guys are in a rush to get a girl out of their bed, not beg for her name.” She’s right there but most girls don’t make me feel like I’m gonna blackout from coming, “I don’t usually tell my one night stands anything specific."

"So let me take you out," She’s got a deer in the headlights look now, like she’s not sure if I’m serious, but I am.

"Really? Just like that? You want a date?"

"What's wrong with that? Never met a bloke who fucked you senseless and then wanted to wine and dine you? I mean, sure, the order's a bit arse-about-face, but how about it?"

She seems a bit taken aback, like she thinks I'm crazy or she's never been asked out after a romp. She's smart, sexy, and a right laugh, not to mention the new placeholder for the best sex I’ve ever had. So why not?

"A date?"

"A proper one. Dinner, movie, whatever tickles your fancy. I'll even brave meeting your old man," I add, with a grin. Most dads like me, hell, I made it to my twenties without meeting the wrath of anyone’s pop.

"You'd meet my dad?"

I crawl up until I've got her backed against the headboard, and she's got nowhere to escape.

"If it'll land me that date, I'm game."

"You are stubborn. Was it really that good?" Pull her into a kiss, kinda kiss that leaves you breathless, though we’re both already a bit short on that.

"Darlin', can't remember the last time a girl left me speechless or got me off more than once. You're lucky I don't tie you to the bed,"

She seems to be realizing the type of stubborn bloke she's dealing with as she eyes the headboard and shoots me a look.

She gives me the ‘come here’ finger, and I lean in for a slow kiss. "I hate the movies."

I flash her a grin. "What've you got against the cinema?"

"It's crap for having a conversation and you’re supposed to ask what I like–"

“-I know what you like,” She rolls her eyes at me but I can see a bit of blush. “Alright, no cinema. Good for other things, though," I say with a wink, and she smirks and bites that lip of hers again.

As the seconds tick by I'm starting to think she's not keen on going out with me, and honestly, I'm not sure how I feel about that. I like this girl.

"Kit,"

She lets out a sigh and pulls me into a kiss, tangling her hands in my hair. The sleepy haze starts to settle over me, and then I almost miss it. She says it so quietly.

"Cassandra."

"Cassandra," I repeat, gorgeous name for a gorgeous girl. "Was that so hard?"

"I'm stubborn too."

"I can see that.” I take her lips in a showstopping kiss, tongue dipping in to tase hers, maybe start some more mischief. “Come on, fancy a shower alone or want some company?"

Her smile is worth a million quid, and she gets up, pulling me along. "Maybe I should have some company just in case I stumble. I mean, I'm a bit wobbly on my feet."

"Looks like someone took good care of you," I say, noticing her slight unsteadiness. Without hesitation, I scoop her up in my arms, and she lets out a squeak but wraps her arms around my neck. I take us both to the shower. “Cassandra,” I like saying her name, makes her look different somehow.

“Call me Love.”

Yikes! Guys, if you made it this far please let me know what you thought. When I tell you I was genuinely scared to post this here, I am 100% not kidding. And if you are an erotica wanderer and this story sounds familiar I will put your mind at ease now; this story is published on another website so if you see it on literotica, please don't panic it's me. Thanks again guys.

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2hot2sexy · 1 year

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In Your Dreams

The written story of my dream I had.

Not proofread

The elevator came to a quick halt, all the witches stepped out of the elevator in uniform. Finally, Hallow was at the age to go to one of the most prestige magic schools. She was the fresh age of 18 and would be starting her first serious and extreme magical experience.

She looked around and saw different types of people. Vampires, wolves, demons, and other magical creatures. One person had caught her attention a tall lean redhead slouching in a chair. She looked around and she saw everyone sitting down, taking her chance she went to sit next to the redhead. She clutched her umbrella close to her body and tucked her pointy hat as to not disturb anyone.

Orientation had started and the lights dimmed down, the principal of the school had explained all the rules and regulations. He continued to speak of all the different jobs and opportunities that we can continue into. He spoke about the co-ed dorms and all the dangerous experiences that coukd happen.

The redhead next to me kept squirming around and it was starting to make me anxious. I turned and look him in the eyes, "Hey, you alright?". He stiffened up and turned to face me. "Oh, sorry the chairs are just uncomfortable." I nodded my head and tuned back into the speaker.

After an hour the orientation ended, I stood up and stretched my body, as I went to pick up my umbrella from the floor my hat popped back up. "Ah! Shit!" I looked up to see the red head holding his eye. My hat must have hit his eye, I quickly transformed my umbrella to my wand. "Oh my! I am sorry let me help you."

I waves my wand and the redhead sighed in relief. I had cast a quick pain reliever spell so that his eye would not be irritated anymore. "I am so sorry that happened, this is so embarrassing. Please let me pay for your lunch today." He turned to look at me his brown eyes seemed as if they flashed red. "Ah.. thanks I'll take you up on that offer little witch, my names Eugene, I'm a.... witch."

"I'm Hallow, but where is your hat? Do you not carry a wand?" I transformed my wand back into an umbrella. He scratched the back of his neck, I watched as his arms flexed. His voice bringing me back "I completely forgot we had to come I'm uniform honestly. I'm so used to not carrying any of my stuff, cause usually I walk home and use hand magic."

I nodded, "Is there a curtain way I could contact you for later?" He looked at me and said, "Mirror would be fine little witch." He walked away without any goodbyes and disappeared into the crowd. I was weirded out, walked into the elevator, walked outside, sat on my umbrella, and flew to my home.

"Well, that was interesting can't wait for the lunch. Oh! I should call my mom for her to send me all my stuff to move into the dorm later."

My dream was too good so I felt like it would be a good story.

Just a part of it, not sure if to make more parts.

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vintagexherry · 9 months

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Too Handsome

Miguel O'Hara x Reader

//Pools, jealousy, smut, rough sex, swearing, marking, minor orignal characters.

A/N: Ain't gonna lie. The guy on the pic almost looks like comic Miguel

Everyone can agree that Miguel O'Hara is one attractive man.

With his muscles, he can carry you in one arm and the groceries on the other effortlessly.

With his scowl, it strangely adds to the allure, but when he smiles, it doubles.

With his deep voice, he can make anything sound melodious yet seductive anytime.

With his height, he can grab anything out of your reach, especially when it comes to you cooking, and you can't get that one seasoning from the cabinet.

With his looks, he can make anyone fold.

Anyone especially in this pool party.

One of the moms you've met when picking up Gabi and Mateo from school has arranged a pool party for both the kids and parents.

The dads, including Miguel, help each other out when preparing the barbeque, and you can't help but ogle at Miguel when his muscles bulge when carrying a bag or charcoal to the barbeque grill.

But you know as hell that you're not the only one ogling.

While you watch Gabi and Mateo play with the other kids, you also see the mom who invited you with other moms who whisper and giggle at each other while watching Miguel converse with the other dads, occasionally turning a kebab around in the grill.

You can't blame them, Miguel is handsome.

But also married.

To you, to be exact.

Aren't these women also married?

Your attention was driven away when you noticed Miguel approaching you with a meat kebab on one hand.

"Mi vida, try it," he said as he lent you a kebab freshly off the barbeque, and you could smell the aroma of mixed spices.

You accepted the kebab and blew on it to cool it off. Within the first bite, you immediately melted from the taste.

"Judging by your looks, I say you enjoyed it." Miguel chuckled.

"Enjoyed and love it, It's really good!"

With that, he notified you that food is almost gonna be ready and you nodded, ready to call the kids.

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After eating, the kids wanted to play a little more before going home. You wanted to softly reject their request, but Miguel said maybe it would be good to drain their energy.

With that, he let the kids play with each other while he sunk his lower half into the pool with sunglasses on. And if he wasn't hot earlier, he definitely is hotter now.

Water was dripping from his muscled back, which was facing you.

You shook your head and focused on fixing and packing up things.

While you gather and pack the water toys. You don't notice that somebody seemed to take this chance to slip by and sit by the pool next to Miguel.

"So, Mr.O'Hara, I presume?"

Miguel turned his head to face a woman, the same age as you, wearing a halter type swimwear.

He recognizes the woman, knowing from school pick-ups time to time.

He also knows this woman recently got divorced last week as much as he remembers from your gossip talk to him.

And her approaching him doesn't mean good news, and he knows shit that she isn't only gonna ask his name.

But he decided to still be polite.

"Yes, that's me. May I help you?" he replied

The woman ignored his question and put out a hand for a handshake. "Nice to meet you, I'm Emma".

In return, he ignored her handshake.

"Nice to meet you too, May I help you?" He tried asking again.

Emma seemed to take the hint and put down her hand.

"Well, I was just hoping you would come by my place next week with other parents, I recently got this champagne overseas, and I wanted to share."

Champagne? That sounds nice. He hasn't had one in a long time, especially during and after your pregnancy.

"That's sounds nice, I'll see if Y/N-" Before he could even finish your name, she interrupted him by placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh no, no, I uh- I don't really wanna bother her, I'm sure she's tire-" He didn't let her finish since he shrugged her hand off her shoulder.

"Then I have to decline." he stated firmly, already lost interest in the champagne and also slowly losing patience over the woman.

"Oh but-"

"He said no"

Miguel and Emma swiftly turned around to see you approaching him.

And he tried holding himself back from nosebleeding, since normally with his height he would look down on you, but now, with his point of view from the pool you look nothing but sexy.

The sun made your skin shin, and the swim suit.

god damn the motherfucking swimsuit.

Before leaving the house he tried to convince you that maybe both you can just decline the pool party invitation and just have fun on your own, but he can't say no since his kids are too cute to deny.

Emma was holding herself back from slapping you. She enjoyed being able to talk to your husband alone.

She forced a smile. "Y/N! I was just about to inv- "

"Sorry, I have to decline too, Miguel and I are kinda busy in the next few weeks," you lied, but if it meant for this woman to leave your man alone, then so be it.

With that, Emma finally got the hint and left, and Miguel can't help but admit your hot when you're jealous.

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Hours later, you and Miguel arrived home, Miguel carrying the sleeping twins to their bedroom while you unpacked the bags.

After some time, you also felt sleepy, especially the entire fiasco with Emma, but Miguel has different plans.

"So, busy you say?" Miguel asked you as he watched prepare for an afternoon nap.

"H-huh? Oh! Well....In my defence, she was getting annoying."

Miguel chuckled at you.

"Have I told you how amazing you look when you're jealous and wearing the swimsuit? You drive me crazy bonita."

Miguel started gliding his hand up to your legs.

"Miguel" You whispered softly, knowing where this is leading. "Kids are sleepin"

Miguel looked at you and smirked.

"Well then, I'm sure we'll figure something out."

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Miguel pushed your head into the pillow as you moaned his name.

"Th-that's it mi vida ughhh" Miguel thrusted into you harder, making the bed squeak.

"Mig- Mi-" You could'nt form a sentence with how much your spot is getting abused again and again.

Miguel couldn't be careless as he let go of your head and guided both his hands to hold at your hips, letting him have complete control.

"fffuckk, that's it- shit your amazing," Miguel praised, but no words process to you since you can't focus on anything but the pleasure your feeling.

You felt something growing tighten inside you.

"Mi-Miggy- Im...Im gonna-"

Before you reach your peak, Miguel took his cock out and flip you, making you face him, before you could protest his large hand covered your mouth as he thrusted again into you harshly.

He continued his rough pace while you screamed and moaned into his hand.

He thrusted again and again until Miguel felt you tighten, making his hip stutter.

"ughhOh shit- FUCK Y/N"

You both moaned, although yours muffled.

Your body shook from the force of your orgasm and you felt warm liquid fill you.

Miguel let his hand fall from your drool slicked lips and kissed you.

You moaned from the kiss, feeling sensitive even from the slightest touch.

Miguel layed down next to you.

"Well... That was way better than any champagne anyone could offer."

You chuckled as his words, and with that, you both slept in each other's arms.

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As you waited for Gabi and Mateo to come out, Miguel watched you from the car.

"Mama!"

"Mami!!"

You heard voices and saw two beautiful children run up to you with smiles on their face.

They didn't waste time tackling your legs for a hug.

You chuckle from their energy.

They turned around and waved to a friend, you look up and see that it's a boy with wavy black hair.

And next to him none other than Emma, who didn't look at you directly at the face, more like the marks that are almost visible littered around your neck.

You notice her gaze and you couldn't help but smiled.

"Are those?..."

"Sorry, me and Miguel got a little busy, y'know how it is."

With that, you let the kids wave goodbye one last time and head for the car.

As you got you and the kids, Miguel started to drive while he put a hand on your thigh.

"Busy, huh?" He smirked while he glanced at you, and you chuckled.

"Yea, busy."

The End

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sauvhffp · 2 years

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★ | continuing the bloodline.

sypnosis ; in which skylar cromwell tells his friend, aileen mosheyev, to not fuck with his big brother. quite literally.

CONTENT WARNING ! — dead dove: do not eat, mentioned breeding, incest, pedophilia, abortion is mentioned; only for a brief moment, trans character ( ftm ), mentioned necrophilia; only for a moment, implied cheating, gossip girl side character, hoe side character, she fucked with her married math prof. cus' she got serious daddy issues, skylar's age is never mentioned, but he's 18 here.

☆ | SAUV SPEAKS : everything is a work of fiction and is not condoned in real life ( except abortion. women have the right to do whatever the fuck they want with their body, men without uteruses are not allowed to have an opinion for it. ) hate comments will be ignored, criticism is welcomed but don't be surprised if i can't follow your advice cause i'm stupid as hell. as always, you know the drill; FEMALE ALIGNED ( SHE/HER , SHE/THEY , SHE/HIM ) DNI | MINORS DNI | FUJO/FUDANSHIS DNI OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

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"huh." skylar stared at his friend, the popsicle in hand he was about to taste froze as his mouth hanged open in disbelief. "what? no. you can't date my brother."

"why not?" aileen says, the tube of ice cream on her lap was left unopened as the black haired female with dyed pink tips snatched the remote beside him, the brown haired male shot her a look at the action as aileen made herself comfortable on her bed as she opens the tab for netflix. "your brother isn't dating anyone, is he?"

"no." skylar scoffed, shoving the blue berry flavored popsicle in his mouth, giving it a couple soft sucks as he pops it out to speak. "he's literally 24, len."

"so? i'll be 18 in a couple of months!" complained aileen as she raised her hands in mock surrender as she scrolls through different shows on the screen. "what do you think should we watch today?"

"right from the get-go, please." skylar politely asked. "and by months you mean next year?" skylar not so politely asked as he deadpanned.

"c'mon dude..." aileen rolls her eyes as she scrolls through her "just watched" watchlist. "i hooked up with our math prof and you didn't say anything about it."

"that's because you were failing math, aileen!"

"that is that, and this is this, okay?" aileen innocently bats her annoyingly long and thick natural eyelids at skylar's direction. "besides, professor calesttor has a third leg for a dick. i could've been on a wheelchair if it weren't for his wife suddenly coming home. ugh."

skylar rolls his eyes as he continues to eat his popsicle as aileen finally clicks on the movie. "poor mrs. thatcher..."

"you act as if mrs. kimberly hadn't purposely gone off their kitchen alarm for that one firefighter dude to come impregnate her on their backyard."

"that was a rumor, len."

"a rumor i made." giggled aileen as she shoves a spoon full of mocha ice cream in her mouth, groaning at the taste. "fuck—this tastes so goooooood."

"uhuh. my point still stands." skylar adjusted the glasses on his nose as he points his popsicle accusingly at his friend. "stay away from my brother."

"fine, fine." aileen sighed, waving him off with her silver spoon. "only 'cause it's you asking, and he really isn't my type anyway. he's only hot because he's got a ring lip piercing." aileen also added, "and 'cause he's like—your brother. i wouldn't have bat an eye at his direction if he wasn't anyway."

"is that supposed to be a complement?" skylar mumbled as aileen winks. they both returned their focus on the movie, skylar's mind wandering for a bit before he shoves the thought behind his head. that problem could be handled later, anyway. right now, he was with his safe place, aileen, and that's all that matters.

skylar's silent moans was muffled by his pillow, the pink vibrating dildo his friend 'accidentally' left at his house was shoved in his cunt, the echoing slaps of skin and his brother's balls slapping against his clit was making skylar dizzy.

"mm, didn't i tell you to come back home after school? hm?" his brother's breath hitched when skylar gave his dick a quick squeeze as his hips thrusted upwards, hand on the back of skylar's neck and his other pressing on his brother's slim stomach. "i told you already, didn't i? still, you never listen to your big brother."

cael hissed as his younger brother's ass continue to pull him deeper, and deeper, desperately trying to keep him there as cael speeds up his thrusts. skylar could only let out silent screams as his eyes lose focus and his saliva coating his brother's pillows wet. "aileen's her name—oh, fuck—right?"

skylar didn't answer, fists balling the sheets as the overwhelming pleasure consumes him. cael tilted his head as he grips his hair and pulls skylar's head away from the pillow, his glasses tilting on his nose as his tounge lolls out. "hey, bitch, answer me."

"noo..." skylar sobs, the hand that was previously on her stomach was now pushing the base of the vibrator deeper into his cunt as he archs his back, letting out a quiet keen as cael frowns. "don't—ngh, don't touch her—"

"i didn't say anything about touching her, though?" cael groans, leaning his head back as his throat bobs up and down from the moans he's been letting out. the feeling of his brother's ass devouring him and his pussy getting beat by his friend's own vibrator was making him want to fuck skylar silly until all he could do was lay there and get pregnant.

"oh fuck—shit." cael whimpers, his back hunching down as he pressed his chest against skylar's smooth back, his white tee still on. skylar's ass feels so good.

while his brother was enjoying himself at the thought of getting his brother pregnant and fucking him while he's on labor, skylar was worried about aileen. why did he mention her? he didn't want aileen to get tied up with his brother's psychotic behavior—he will deal with the problem himself. last time his brother brought a 16 year old home, she had to get an abortion. which ended up killing both the unborn fetus and her because the people who performed the abortion weren't professionals and because the girl had to do it secretly in fear of her parents knowing.

cael and her relationship wasn't public, mainly because of the big age gap, so cael wasn't scorned for, blamed at, and imprisoned. he got to live his life normally, without any sort of guilt. it simply repulsed skylar. to share the same blood as someone like him...

skylar wasn't exactly innocent either. he'd been forced to stay silent because his brother threatened to tell eveyone that skylar wasn't fully a a boy. a man with no balls, no dick, no proper body hair, and that skylar wasn't a boy.

see, skylar hadn't told anyone that he is trans. not even his new found friend, aileen. he constantly lived in fear after witnessing other people die simply because of it, he didn't want to be like them. he didn't want to end up like them. dead, killed with no remorse, simply because they were finally comfortable in their own skin.

skylar and cael's parents were never around. they were working overseas as accountants. cael was given the task to take care of young skylar, but he hadn't exactly done what he was told to. he was always out of the house, and if he was home there would be a girl on his dick, or he'd brought home his friends to get high, or he'd get drunk and jerk off in the living room, not caring if skylar were to walk in on him.

cael cromwell wasn't a good big brother, nor was he a better older brother figure. he was a very, very, very bad man. constantly preying on girls who barely have gone through their puberty, a voilent person who does not like being told what to do, and yet... it was all hidden behind his nice guy facade... the... "i love my brother." facade...

he loved his little brother too much.

"skylar?—shit, don't you dare fucking pass out." scowled cael. the messy haired raven noticed that his brother was a little too quiet and unresponsive to his touches. he hadn't got to cum yet, you don't get to pass out now, skylar.

cael rose his body as he places his hands on skylar's hips, a shadow loomed on his face as his piercing green eyes dig holes onto the back of skylar's head, daring him to stop breathing. his thrusting stopped as he raises his dominant hand, swinging it down on skylar's ass as a loud 'slap!' bounced on cael's thick bedroom walls, soundblockers placed on the corners of his room to prevent any sounds from reaching outside their precious home that could alert their pesky neighborhood.

still, no response.

cael was beginning to be annoyed, irritated as brings another hand to slap his brother's ass. and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again.

he'd slap him until his palm hurt as cael begins to soften inside him. now fully irritated, the male scowls as he clucthes a handful of soft brown hair and tilts his brother's head to face him.

skylar's eyes were closed, his breathing was normal. this fucker fell asleep.

cael grips his hair tightly as he scans his face for any signs of discomfort, save for the scrunched up look, he seemed okay. must've dozed off, but he was pale. definitely fainted.

cael considers bashing his head on the bedframe and continue raping his corpse but he disregards the idea immediately. his brother will not die without him. he will not leave him. cael will decide whether or not to, because he simply is his big brother, and because it is his duty to stay by his side, and skylar cannot leave his side. he can't leave him.

so being the wonderful big brother he is, he pulls out and turns off the vibrating dildo in his cunt and pulls it out gently and throwing it at his laundry pile, carries skylar towards the bathroom and gives him and himself a nice warm bath to help him sleep or stay asleep, clothed skylar in his clothes ( boxer and t shirt only ) as cael throws on a new clean shirt.

he checks the AC to see if it was just the right temperature his brother would always set it at and place his brother on the messy bed, pulling the covers over their bodies as cael snuggles his precious brother close to him, inhaling his scent deeply before getting hard again.

cael looks at the hardened organ and sighed, brushing some of the stray locks gently falling on skylar's now peaceful face, soft snores coming from him means he must be having a nice dream. a nice dream with his big brother, he hopes.

oh well, why hope when you can do it yourself? cael thought as he reaches down to remove the underwear getting in the way of his brother's pretty cunt. silly cael, why dress your brother when you're just going to take it off him!

well that's because cael is a good big brother who takes care of his younger brother. a good big brother who shoves his dick inside his brother's used and sore cunt. a good big brother who uses his brother's cunt as a cockwarmer to help him sleep. a good big brother who dreams to impregnate his younger brother's womb and make them, their children, fuck their mother as they grow old, too.

oh well, cael's got to continue the bloodline somehow, right?

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rubyreduji · 9 months

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ahegao and arousal — ljh

summary: jihoon just wanted to have a nice night watching anime with you, how was he supposed to know the show he picked was a hentai?

tags: smut (minors dni!) warnings: explicit unprotected sex, hentai, ji is kind of a perv, creampies, spanking, scratching, finger sucking, pinning, multiple orgasms wc: 3.6k an: ANON I SCREAMED WHEN I READ THIS LIKE AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU i made up my own anime plot for this hehe but watched wotakoi while writing bc office romance

orignal request: woozi and reader are at a sleepover and are both anime geeks but what’s playing is not anime and more hentai

Akira, long time secretary at Hayashi Corp, spends her days doing errands for her boss, Hiroshi, and keeping the office running. The mundane pace of her life is suddenly thrown for a loop when the new data analyst, Kaito, is hired.

That’s what the description of the show Jihoon picked said. It sounded like a cute little work place, slice of life romance anime at the time of Jihoon scrolling through what show to watch with you tonight. Oh how wrong he was.

Last week you hunted Jihoon down and insisted that it has been far too long since you two had a day to spend hanging out just you two, so Jihoon invited you over for an all night anime marathon. It’s no secret that you two are giant anime buffs, and so it was difficult for Jihoon to find something that both of you have yet to see. So when he came across this new anime he thought it was the perfect pick. It had an 8.7 review and tropes that Jihoon knows you enjoy, making it the perfect show to watch with you.

The show started out fine, a bit cliche but overall carrying the same cute aesthetic of all romance animes. Sure there were a few throw away fanservice bits, but Jihoon didn’t think anything of it. Until he did.

Jihoon’s ears burn as he tries to figure out where to look. He can’t look at you, that would just make him even more flustered, but staring at the TV is out of the option. Even as Jihoon stares at the wall, he can’t escape the lewd sounds playing out of the speakers. He can’t exactly tell what the characters are saying due to it being in Japanese, but from the excessive moaning and slick sounds, he can interpret it.

The show was going so well, to the point where the two of you were starting to root for a male lead, and then all of a sudden Akira is being cornered in an empty meeting room by Hiroshi (who is the wrong male lead, by the way) and their clothes are flying off and then Jihoon had to stop watching.

His curiosity gets the best of him though and Jihoon glances at the TV, just to take a quick peak, only to get a full view of an animated cock being slid into an exaggeratingly wet pussy (why is it uncensored!?). She cries out as the subtitles read, “He’s so big!~”. The image changes to the bouncing of Akira’s unnaturally large tits as Hiroshi starts to thrust into her. Above her tits is the image of her face, screwed up into a classic hentai ahegao.

Now, Jihoon is well…a man, and men have certain urges that need to be taken care of every once in a while, and Jihoon often finds himself looking to certain content to help out those urges. He of course carries shame for it and would never actually admit that he watches hentai (a lot), but it's a fact that’s hard to hide when his body is reacting to the scene the way it normally would if he was watching it alone.

You haven’t spoken a single word since the scene started, and Jihoon just prays to god that you’re not looking at him or his lap.

Now in theory, Jihoon could just turn the TV off but then that would force both of you to face the reality that you have now consumed porn together and Jihoon doesn’t think he can handle that. Just thinking about it makes Jihoon’s dick twitch even harder.

Jihoon takes a shallow breath and finally risks a glance over at you. He’s shocked at the sight. Your bottom lip is placed between your teeth, being chewed up as you stare intently at the screen. Your knees are pulled to your chest and there’s a slight gleam in your eye as you watch the scene. Is it possible that you’re…enjoying this?

Jihoon allows himself to get a better look at you, as it’s clear you’re solely focused on the show. He watches as you take a shaky breath, your thighs squeezing together as well. The sight drives Jihoon just slightly insane, and it doesn’t help you’re in the skimpiest pair of sleep shorts and a tank top, sans a bra.

You and Jihoon have been friends for a while. You two met coincidentally at an anime convention, You were cosplaying as one of his favorite characters and Jihoon made sure to get your socials. You were interested in his own socials though, noticing the OST covers he uploaded occasionally. When it was revealed you two are from the same area, you two quickly became close. Now, nearly six years later, you’re one of Jihoon’s closest friends.

The only thing is, Jihoon has a fat, massive crush on you. He has for years now. It doesn’t help that the characters you cosplay the most are either some of Jihoon’s favorites or characters who are the biggest victims of fanservice behaviors. One time you cosplayed a character who fell under both categories and that night Jihoon shamefully jerked off to the pictures you sent to him.

And now you’re here, dressed in revealing clothes, sitting on Jihoon’s couch, invested in the porn scene playing on the TV.

Jihoon eyes travel down from your face to your chest, where your tank top does a poor job of hiding your cleavage. He can see the way your chest swells with each shuddered breath. It’s clear now that you’re very into this, and Jihoon wonders for a brief second how wet your panties are.

Jihoon then quickly chides himself, looking back at the wall and away from you. That’s where his gaze stays until the scene ends. Once the show goes back to being a seemingly innocent romance anime, Jihoon finally allows himself to glance over at you. To his surprise you’re staring back at him.

“I, uh, can’t believe she’d hook up with Hiroshi,” you say, breaking the silence between you two. “Clearly Kaito is the better choice.”

Jihoon coughs, clearing his throat. “Y-yeah. It’s also kinda weird since he’s her boss…”

The conversation fizzles out quickly after that and you and Jihoon go back to watching the TV in awkward silence. Jihoon can still feel the ache in his cock as he watches the characters fumble around each other.

Jihoon can barely even focus on the show, too busy trying to think about anything that will get his boner to go down. He’s not sure what’s happening on screen when all of a sudden you start squealing.

“Oh my god Jihoon, it's happening!” You launch yourself across the couch to grab at Jihoon’s arm. He’s startled for a moment, his skin burning where your fingers dig into his flesh. He glances at the TV to see Kaito walking Akira back to her home.

You don’t let go of Jihoon as you settle down next to him, your body now pressed up against him rather than across the couch. God Jihoon swears his cock has never been so hard in his life. He’s sure the pillow placed over his lap is anything but subtle.

You’re not looking at Jihoon though, too invested in the conversation the two characters are having. Jihoon glances down at you, only to realize that was a bad choice as he’s now staring straight down your shirt at your cleavage. For a moment Jihoon thinks about how he wouldn’t mind seeing how your boobs bounce while he fucks you.

Jihoon’s still focused on you solely, when you gasp. He glances at you and then the screen to see the two characters posed in a kabedon. It doesn’t take long for the two to start making out and Jihoon can already anticipate what’s going to happen next. Your fingers dig into Jihoon’s arm before you realize what you’re actually doing. You go to pull your hand back, but you stop halfway through, your fingers just barely ghosting Jihoon’s arm.

“We can just skip this scene,” Jihoon finally says, seeing the internal conflict going on in your mind. He moves to reach for the remote but you stop him.

“N-no, it’s okay,” you tell him, in a voice that’s smaller than normal. “U-unless you don’t want to!”

“No, it’s uh, it’s fine,” Jihoon says. You give a slight nod, not moving your hand away.

You and Jihoon quiet down once more, staring at the TV, both of your cheeks warm. On screen Kaito is bending Akira over the counter, his cock pulled out and rubbing against her slit. Jihoon hears the labored breath you take, as your fingers slightly tighten on his arm.

Jihoon flits his eyes to glance at you, noticing the intrigued look back on your face. His fingers twitch on his lap as he stares down at your thighs, pushed together. The lewd sounds of moans and squelches fill the living room and Jihoon is five seconds away from getting up to go relieve himself in his bathroom.

Jihoon knows you. If something goes wrong you’ll both just brush it off and forgive and forget it. Fuck it.

Jihoon reaches out and slides his hand over your thigh. You jump a bit and Jihoon goes to pull back, but you stop him.

“No! You’re uh-, you’re fine.”

Jihoon just nods, trying to pretend like his mind isn’t reeling right now. His thumb brushes over your bare thigh, caressing the skin.

Your thighs are soft and he does his best not to full on grope the fat there. Just touching you like this has Jihoon’s cock leaking desperately in his boxers and he thinks about how good it would feel to touch in other ways as well. The swell of your breasts under his palms, his plump lips against your tender neck, his hard cock nestled inside of you.

Jihoon lets his mind wander too much, and the last image makes him squeeze your thigh hard, causing you to let out a moan.

“Fuck, Jihoon,” you mutter.

“I’m so sorry!” Jihoon shouts, quickly pulling his hand away. You’re quicker though, grabbing his hand and placing it on your upper thigh, his fingers just barely brushing against your crotch. Jihoon’s mouth goes dry.

“F-finish what you started, Ji,” you tell him, your voice thick with lust.

Jihoon gulps and nods. He moves his fingers to press against you harder and you automatically spread your thighs to give him more room. Jihoon can already feel how wet you are and he stifles a groan. You let out broken gasps as Jihoon continues to rub at your clit through your shorts.

Jihoon can’t take his eyes off you, staring at you the way the swell of your breasts heaves with each breath. Jihoon shifts his position to face you so he can reach out his free hand. It hovers over your chest for a moment before he finally pushes forward, grasping your boob in his palm. Your breath stutters before you release a low moan. Jihoon can feel the clench of your thighs around his hand.

Your pussy is dripping now, soaking straight through your panties and shorts. Jihoon’s cock is also leaking, begging to be slid into your warm walls. His cock strains against his shorts, like it’s trying to break free from the confines itself.

Jihoon groans and pulls his hands off of you and you whine. You’re not left untouched for too long though as Jihoon hooks his fingers into your waistband and starts to pull your shorts down. You lift your hips to help him out, pulling your top off your body as well. Even though your clothes did little to cover you up, seeing you fully naked drives Jihoon insane.

He stares at your slick pussy and he nearly drops to his knees then, thinking about how heavenly it would be to be in between your thighs, but his dick twitches a little too hard and he knows he has to get inside of you now. Jihoon pushes his shorts down his legs and his cock finally springs free.

“Jihoon please,” you whine and Jihoon groans. He sits back down on the couch and grabs you, pulling you onto his lap. You look pretty, perched on Jihoon’s thick, pale thighs. Your pussy rubs up against his cock and Jihoon can feel your arousal spread across his length, lubing it up.

“S-shit,” Jihoon curses. Your fingers grasp his shoulders tightly, your fingernails just starting to dig in, and the slight sting goes straight to Jihoon’s cock.

“C’mon Hoonie,” you mumble. “Just fuck me.”

That’s all Jihoon needs to properly line himself up and slam right into you. You whine loudly at the feeling as Jihoon slides right into you, your cunt already so need that there’s no resistance. Just as Jihoon expected, your walls are soft and warm as you clench down around him.

Jihoon grasps your waists, slowly guiding you up his length before pulling you back down. Jihoon can see you biting down on your lip as you roll your hips against him. He reaches up and gently pulls your lip out from between your teeth with his thumb. Before Jihoon can tell you he wants to hear your moans, your tongue darts out and licks at the pad of his thumb before you lean down and take his whole thumb into your mouth.

Jihoon’s hips buck up into you as you suck on his thumb, your tongue swirling around it. You look down at him with your sultry eyes and for a moment Jihoon wonders if you’ve wanted him just a long as he’s wanted you.

You gradually speed up your pace until you’re fully fucking yourself on Jihoon’s cock, fast and hard. You pop your mouth off of Jihoon’s thumb, finally letting your moans flow free. To Jihoon, you sound like an angel singing. As you bounce in his lap Jihoon can’t help but stare at your tits as they bounce in front of his face. He realizes that if he stares for too much longer, he’s going to cum too soon.

He leans forward and starts to pepper kissings along your neck and chest. His fingers trail up your torso until they come to your tits. He palms at your chest, hard and mean, desperate to feel you up as much as he can.

Your fingernails dig into Jihoon’s shoulders even harder, slightly dragging up and scratching him. Jihoon would never consider himself a masochist but the pain burns delightfully and suddenly he wants you to tear up his whole back.

“F-fuck, Ji~” you whine. “Your cock feels suh’good.”

Your cunt squeezes Jihoon’s cock, so close to milking him for all that he’s worth. Jihoon doesn’t bother taking his mouth off of you, just humming against your collarbone. Jihoon’s body feels like it’s burning up, the feel of your soft skin pressed against him, your warm cunt wrapped around his aching cock. If he doesn’t cum soon he’s sure that he’ll implode.

Jihoon reaches between your body and snags his finger on your clit, rubbing at the bud rapidly to get you closer to your orgasm. You gasp and whine as your hips get more frantic, breaking your steady pace.

“G-gonna cum,” you say between broken breaths. You lean down and capture Jihoon in a kiss. The feeling of your lips against his is new and Jihoon already can’t get enough of it. Jihoon pushes his tongue between your lips, licking into your mouth to taste you better.

You move your hands up to cup his face, tugging him into you even harder as your body trembles in his grip. Jihoon can feel your walls fluttering around him as you reach your high. That’s all the signal Jihoon needs to let go as well, finally letting himself spill right into your cunt. Your hips soon come to a stop and lift up off of him as your body slumps down onto his.

“You know,” you mumble into his neck, your fingers now playing with the hair on his nape, “I’ve always kind of fantasized about this happening.”

“W-what?” Jihoon asks, his mind already dizzy from his orgasm and now your words aren’t helping.

“You’re hot Ji. Like, I’ve never met an anime nerd as buff as you. You’re also just like…really nice and caring? I don’t know, ever since we met a small part of me has always wanted to fuck you.”

“Shit,” Jihoon groans. “You’re saying that we could have been fucking for years now? Baby I don’t think you know how badly your cosplays turn me on.”

“You’re gonna turn me on again,” you murmur.

“Good,” Jihoon responds. “Because I still have one more round in me.” Even after cumming, Jihoon’s cock is still hard and he easily flips you around and presses you down against the couch. Your face is now buried in the cushions as Jihoon pulls your hips up to meet his.

“S-shit,” you gasp.

Jihoon pushes his thumb against your folds, rubbing at them for a moment before pulling one to the side. Your cunt is shiny from your arousal and as Jihoon forced your entrance open, some of his cum from earlier starts to spill out. Jihoon is tempted to finger fuck it back into you, but it’s not too much of a loss when he can just give you fresh load.

Jihoon’s tip rubs up against your slit, teasing you. You wiggle your hips slightly, begging for him to put it in. Luckily, Jihoon is just as desperate as you are and pushes his hips forward, his tip easily sliding into you.

You just had Jihoon inside of you and yet the feeling of his cock rubbing up against your walls as you moaning and drooling on the couch cushions.

“So good for me,” Jihoon mutters to himself. “Fuck how do you feel ever better the second time.”

Jihoon’s hips slam into yours, rough and slow, making each stroke intentional. His grip on your hips is tight, making sure you stay in place as he fucks into you.

As much as Jihoon loves staring at your tits bouncing in his face, the view from the back is just as good. He can’t help himself as he lifts his hand up, letting his palm smack against your ass as he brings his hand back down. He watches satisfied as your ass recoils, the fat jiggling deliciously. He repeats this action a few more times until he’s sure your ass is warm and stinging from the hits.

“H-hoonie, faster, please,” you beg. You push your hips back, trying to force Jihoon to pick up his speed.

“You need more, baby?” Jihoon coos teasingly. “Want my cock to pound your little pussy?”

“Yes,” you sob out. “Need you to fuck me hard.”

“Okay baby, your wish is my command.” Like a switch flipped, Jihoon starts to plow into you, the head of his cock ramming into your g-spot with each thrust.

Jihoon slides his hand up your spine, his fingers coming up to cup around the back of your neck, and he pushes down, holding you against the couch. It’s dirty, your ass sticking up in the air as your face is squished against the cushion, but that just gets Jihoon going even more.

“You look so pretty like this,” Jihoon tells you. “Back arched just for me.”

You can’t even respond, just letting out a spew of babbles and moans. Your fingers grip onto the edge of the cushion and Jihoon wonders if it’s second nature for you to dig your nails into something when being fucked. He’ll have to test that another time, your nails raking over his back as he fucks the life out you.

For now he’ll stick to railing you into tomorrow.

“S’close,” you slur. “P-please. Need to cum.”

“Aww, you need to come? Okay baby, cream all over my cock.”

Jihoon continues to abuse your sweet spot with his cock as your body tense under him. Your cunt clenches down tight into a vice grip as you whine high pitched and loud. Jihoon rubs at your hip as you orgasm. It isn’t until you fall spineless to the couch that Jihoon allows himself to fill you up once more. He milks himself dry inside of you, making sure you’re stuffed full. Jihoon knows you’re on birth control (you’ve complained about the change in hormones to him before) but the knowledge that Jihoon pumped you full with two loads still drives him slightly insane.

Jihoon slides out of you and slumps down on the couch as well. You shuffle around so you can cuddle up into his side and press a soft kiss to his jaw.

“This was fun,” you mumble and Jihoon laughs.

“Yeah…we should do it again.”

You grin. “We should.”

Before Jihoon can say anything else, you’re both caught off guard by a loud shout coming from the TV. You both whip your heads back to the screen, it seems in the midst of your own fun you both forgot what started it all.

A smirk crosses your face as you look at Jihoon. “You know, for my next convention maybe I should dress as Akira. I think I have a blazer sitting around in my closet somewhere…”

The thought alone sends Jihoon’s mind reeling. The thought of you dressed up in a tight blazer and short skirt, knowing that the character is from a hentai. He’s not sure he would be able to keep his hands off of you.

“And who knows, maybe you could dress up as Kaito with me.” You send a wink Jihoon’s way and it’s enough to have Jihoon’s dick twitching to life a third time.

Oh yeah. He definitely won’t be able to keep his hands off of you, but something in Jihoon tells him you won’t mind too much.

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Companion

Chapter 4

Summary: Mary-Katherine or Merricat was an omega. By blood, she would always be an omega. Her alpha Steve was the best alpha she could ever ask for. Kind, generous and made her feel all sorts of things. Life was perfect for her. But when Steve one day says he’s bringing his friend James Bucky Barnes, another alpha, into their household, things turn upside down for her and she has to be a companion for not only one alpha but two who both have very different expectations.

Pairings: Steve Rogers/James Bucky Barnes/Orignal Female Character

Warnings: Smut, Dom/Sub, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Light Bondage, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Knotting, Blow Jobs, Dominance, Submission, Discipline, Punishment, Praise Kink, Breeding Kink

Merricat felt the sun warm her bare stomach that peaked from the duvet that had flung from her body, only her bottom half being covered. It was warm and cosy and with the addition of arms and legs wrapped around her, she was in bliss. She tucked in the middle of the king-sized bed, hair all over the place, lips plump but dry and cracked under the hot air. Her skin was warm to the touch and soft. She woke gently to the early morning, sun shining bright through the gap in the curtain and brightening the room. She looked beside her, seeing her two alphas soundly asleep. Steve's back was turned towards her surprisingly, but Bucky's was facing her, an arm covering just below her stomach and an ankle connecting to hers. Their breaths were deep and soothing, and they both looked like gods under the sun.

Merricat smiled to herself, remembering last night, feeling Bucky's lips on hers for the first time. They were heavenly. So moist and plump that they covered her entire mouth, so possessive of hers and his tongue darting in there like it owned the place. It was a welcome touch to her regular taste of Steve. She was grateful it was only a kiss and cuddle. Having been surprised that Bucky was already going to be joining them in bed and only having a few minutes to process it all, she wasn’t ready for him to take her yet, to bond with her.

But the time would come sooner than later and hopefully she’d be ready for him. But today was a new day and it was going to be a strange one. Merricat gently lifted herself from the bed, careful not to wake her alphas. She was going to have to get used to saying alpha’s instead of alpha. Bucky already seemed to be comfortable in their home and Merricat was glad as it would feel less awkward and new to her and Bucky.

Merricat slipped down the bed, padding out and into the bathroom to prepare herself for the day. She brushed her tangled mess of blonde locks to smooth and silky ones, cascading down her shoulders and her bangs bouncing over her forehead. Her skin glowed in the light and the sweet smell of peaches lingered over her silky body. She dressed in a pair of mom jeans, fitting around her waist perfectly and a light green top with white socks, casual but comfortable. There were some alpha’s who incorporated a dress code for their omega’s, only allowing them to where what they wanted them to where. Luckily for Merricat, Steve didn’t impose one and she prayed Bucky wouldn’t either.

Merricat sneaked out the bedroom, leaving the beautiful sleeping men and made her way into the kitchen to prepare breakfast and coffee. Steve couldn’t go without his morning coffee, and she imagined neither could Bucky. She was going to have to learn what Bucky liked to eat and didn’t like to eat. How he liked his coffee, how he liked things cooked. It was going to take a while for her to adjust and remember it all but deep down she wanted to be the best omega for him and please him the way she pleases Steve. Although she couldn’t help feel that he was going to have some rules he was strict on, and it made her nervous. Nevertheless, Steve would never allow for anything to crazy. Otherwise, their relationship and bonding as a partnership of three would never work. If Steve didn’t think this would work, he wouldn’t have suggested in the first place.

Merricat stirred the cups of coffee, stirring her cup of tea for herself and she heard padding of feet. She turned and saw Bucky walking into the kitchen, robe tied loosely around his chiselled body and hair all messy, just like hers. She greeted him with a smile, her perfectly aligned teeth flashing at him.

“Good morning, Sir” Bucky smiled as he stood beside her, towering over her easily. He smelled fresh and of aftershave or like he had showered but Merricat didn’t think so as his hair wasn’t wet.

“Good morning” he greeted softly, and he leaned his head down, pursing his lips. Merricat fell into his touch and lifted her head slightly to capture his lips, earning the kiss and it was heavenly. It was soft and subtle but still tasteful. Bucky smiled in pleasure as he released, looking down at her. She was so responsive to him, and he loved it.

“I made you coffee, I don’t know how you like it, so I hope this is okay” she handed him the mug and he took it, sipping it and licking his lips at the delicious cup. He only needed to grin for Merricat to know she had brewed a good cup and that was exactly how he liked it.

“Thank you, it’s perfect… how did you sleep?” he leaned against the counter, folding his arms across his chest.

“Good thank you, how did you sleep?” she aske

“Amazing… it wasn’t too much for you, was it?” he said with concern and Merricat shook her head. He too was slightly worried he’d be going too fast for her, and he knew he couldn’t bond with her on the first night, not until they were closer and comfortable in each other’s space without Steve there. the importance of an alpha and omega bond is being comfortable with one another and in a three-way relationship the omega needs to be comfortable without both alphas’ being there. In this case Merricat needs to be comfortable with Bucky and Bucky alone and that could take some time. If they rushed this, Merricat could end up getting hurt and things could end badly.

“Oh no, it was perfect thank you, I really appreciate it” Bucky sighed in relief and smiled at her. It was his job to ensure she was well looked after so he was glad, she slept well with him being there. it can be daunting for some omega’s receiving a new alpha.

“Good” he sipped his coffee and smacked his lips together. The coffee gave him that instant book to wake him.

“Would you like some breakfast Bucky?” Merricat reached into one of the cupboards to pull out a box of oats for Steve.

“Excuse me” his response came harder than both expected and Merricat turned to him, eyes slightly wide. Was it something she said that made his tone off or did he not hear her properly. it made her heart race a little and her stomach tighten. Before either could speak, Steve came storming into the kitchen, all dressed as if he was leaving.

“Hey, there’s an emergency at S.H.I.E.L.D. Fury just called me and wants me to head down there” he said in a rush, grabbing his wallet and keys and shoving them in his pocket.

“What is it?” Bucky asked, standing up straight from the counter.

“I don’t know, he said just to get down there immediately” he sighed, running a hand through his hair stressfully.

Merricat froze where she was stood and stared forward for a minute. That means it would only be Bucky and her for a while. It was unclear how long Steve would be gone, he could be gone all day, even for two days. If the threat was serious then he could be longer. She knew that sooner or later she’d have to stay with only Bucky in the house, but she didn’t think it was going to be this fast. It was only day two, in fact not even day, more like morning and she was hoping to have Steve here for backup encase she needed a safety net or someone to help her with this inviting of another alpha. But he was going and then it would only be them two. It was going a little fast for her.

It made her nervous and her stomach feel tight and sickly. In the background Bucky and Steve talked but she didn’t hear their conversation, only white noise and it wasn’t until she dropped back into reality that she heard them. She needed to speak with Steve… alone.

“I’ll get your coat” she blurted and slipped past them, running into the hallway and to the coat rack. Hopefully Steve would make his way alone to the door so she could discuss this. Luckily for her he did emerge alone and held his coat out with shaky hands. Steve slipped it on in a rush and seemed to be wanting to go quickly so Merricat thought to make this quick.

“Shouldn’t Bucky go with you?” she asked, and Steve turned to her, shrugging his coat further cover his body.

“Fury only asked for me”.

“But Sir, it’s just going to be me and Bucky… what… how do I…” the words couldn’t seem to form, and Steve lovingly placed his hands on her shoulders, calming and soothing her.

“You’ll be fine, this is the perfect chance for you two to get some bonding time in, you know get to know each other, what he likes, what you like”.

“What if… what if he…” Merricat was nervous to say it and Steve tilted his head, smiling softly at her.

“Then say you’re not ready, he’ll understand. Just treat him how you would treat me, and I think he has some things he wants to ask you” Steve reassured her, but Merricat was still nervous. she sighed and nodded her head, her face being cupped in his hands and pulled up to meet his bright gaze.

“I’ll hopefully be back tonight, okay” he whispered, and she nodded, earning a sweet kiss from him, his nose bunching against hers and he smiled against her lips. With a final run of his thumb against her cheek, Steve brushed past her and out the door, leaving Merricat to what she was most nervous about.

Chapter 5

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Lost & Found

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

a/n: sorry for that wait :(

warnings: MDNI 18+, brief smut, fem!reader, reader walks in on it, cum mentions, jealousy, yeah

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The walk was more intense than you had anticipation. Gravity began to weigh you down rather quickly. Your legs ached, feet cramped, chest squeezing with the inhale of each breath. It was near dark, and you knew damn well that arriving at a mansion so late would raise uncertainty, but you were too desperate to really care.

Trees surrounded the area almost eerily. There a dirt road that lead to the entrance not too far from where you were. Some bushes and flowers were growing on the side of the path. Perhaps they planted those there to lighten the mood, you think. With the shadows of the trees and the beginning of sunset, the house looked somewhat ethereal.

It was then that you saw a woman in working clothes, logs bundled up in her hands most likely for the fireplace. She noticed immediately. It was hard not to when you scurried to her with labored breathing. "Excuse me!" You called out. She took a few tentative steps forward, keeping a distance between you and her. She didn't answer, but made eye contact. You took this as an opportunity to speak.

"I'm so sorry to trouble you, but I heard you were looking for a house maiden that could not read. I'm illiterate and-"

"Oh!" She cuts you off. Her demeanor changes completely. She drops the logs on the ground and reaches for your hand. "Yes yes! We are! Come inside. I'll have to let the head lady know and she'll handle the rest. You must be hungry." Without waiting for your response, she leads you to the front door and allows you to enter.

The mansion was massive on the outside, and it was extravagant on the inside. Ceilings were high, little chandeliers hung everywhere with a big one in the center of the room. The main floor was polished and it shined under the candle lights that were placed everywhere in the house. There was a spiral staircase that lead to the second floor towards the back of the room.

Your eyes trailed around the entire area. There was an east and west part of the first floor; One you assumed for the kitchen and the other for the parlour room. Never had you thought to see such a sight up close, let alone be inside it.

"Go ahead and rest in the drawing room," the woman breaks your thoughts. "I'll draw some tea and get the head lady." She points you the the west side and begins to make her to the East side before she turns around. "I nearly forgot," she starts, "My name is Abigail, it's a pleasure to meet you." You quickly introduce yourself, "The pleasure is mine."

She gives you a friendly smile and bustles away.

You're given your black tea quickly, watching as Abagail disappears from the room to get the head lady. Excitement and worry run through your veins. From what you gathered, you seemed like the perfect candidate for this job. The ability to read was important, but it was something you just never really had the opportunity to come across.

Who would've thought it worked in my favor? You wonder. Your tea was barely sipped on before you heard footsteps. You turn your head towards the entrance to see Abagail and a much older lady standing there, eyes already on you. You stood up and briefly curtsied, "Good evening, I'm-"

"Yes Abigail here has already told me," she interrupts. "You're here for the house maiden position I see?" Unlike the first maid you met, this one was rather stern. You could tell for the way her eyes sliced into you, the aged wrinkles on her face. "That is right," you confirm. She hums in understanding. "Though I can see you're eager, you came near sundown. The Viscount is in his room, as is his family. I suppose since we are rather in dire need on an illiterate maid, I can make an exception for your unpunctuality."

You bite your tongue, instead plastering a smile on your face and nodding, "Of course, thank you." This was something you had anticipated, though not so soon. There's always people you have to work with that you might have issues with, it's a guaranteed fact no matter where you go. Still, you hope her attitude is just a strategy to weed out the possible weak links in this mansion.

The head maid, whose name you learned is Meredith, has you go through a series of tests. She hands you writings on paper, some with big and small words. You can recognize some letters, when sentences start and when they end, but actually reading them coherently is near impossible. Meredith is rather surprised by the lack of ability to read. She most likely though you were lying, but she can tell by your expression how hard you were trying to understand what was in front of you.

Then you moved on to numbers, something you could actually recognize. Working at shops, you had no choice but to handle money and perfect your ability to count. Even when you were young, counting was a priority your mom made to teach you. You weren't sure if knowing numbers was a deal-breaker, but Meredith's pleased look told you the opposite. Once you finished your series of trials, she gave you a wide smile.

"I believe you are fit for this position. Cleaning is the main aspect, however you will need to clean the personal library and the Viscount's sons office specifically. Cooking is also necessary, however I don't think we needs more cooks..." Meredith goes on the describe the duties of being a maid here. Though you're trying to listen, you can't help but celebrate on the inside.

You did it. You're here in a new city with people you don't know. You have a job and a place to stay, there's absolutely no reason for you to go back to that shit hole of a village ever again. You find yourself nodding to her requests as she speaks, unable to stop the smile on your face.

"You do understand that you will have to live here as well," she carefully eyes you. "If you have a family or husband back at home, there's some vacation though it's not much." You shake your immediately, "No. None. I came here from a village days away, I can stay here indefinitely." Your answer has her slightly shocked. Though you're still somewhat young, many women your age would have been courted or in the middle of seeking a potential husband.

"Ah, I see," she nods. "Well, I see no issue in you starting immediately. Abagail," she turns to the other maid who has been quiet since the interaction. "Yes Miss?" Meredith stands and nods her head to you, "Prepare a room for our new recruit. There should be some clean sleepwear in the laundry room, have her bathed and dressed for the night."

Abigail nods and ushers to you, a small smile on her lips. She whisks you away to lead you a little further into the parlour room. Besides the piano is a door that she opens with her many keys to reveal the staircase leading downwards. The steps creak as you and her walk, giving you some sense of fear as you walk further into the dark.

Abagail quickly turns talkative once out of ear shot of Meredith, "How exciting! Miss usually has the tests go on for a few days, but your inability must've been so obvious that it wasn't necessary!" Though she meant it as a good thing, you still feel slightly offended by her words. You raise an eyebrow at her, "I'll try to take that as a compliment."

You can see her mortified expression when she recognizers her words. Her apologies come out rapidly, and it looks like she might cry. You quickly raise your hands in defense and shake your head, "No no! I wasn't upset, I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

The sudden sound of creaking and low whining interrupts you. Bits of fear starts to rise in your chest, unsure of what awaits you and Abagail. Rather than looking scared, Abagail shines her lantern in front of her to illuminate two people.

They're completely covered in darkness, but you could see the blurred movements of thrusting.

She's perched up on a table used for sewing. Her hands are collapsed around the man's neck with her legs open, letting him wildly hump into her. You can tell she's trying to be quiet, but with how relentlessly he's fucking her there's little no way she could silence herself.

The man takes notice of his now onlookers, his hazy eyes look up to lock with yours. His pupils are full blown wide, a near inhume look with how dark they are. Pitch black hair falls over his face that would've been unrecognizable if without the lantern.

You can feel your stomach flip, the gasp that gets caught in your throat. The eye contact never breaks even as his hands travel down her naked torso. He grips her waist and brings her closer. The sudden proximity makes her mewl, her head thrown back as moans leave her lips.

You shiver.

"Sir Nyryx!" Abagail shouts in a hushed tone. As if this instance is a common occurrence, she tosses you the lantern and makes her way down the remaining stairs and approaches the woman.

"Absolutely unacceptable!" She harshly rips the two apart, uncaring for the woman's complaints and the man's, whose name you learned is Nyryx, eye roll. Abigail bends down to pick up the maid's clothes, throwing it at her.

"Should I tell the head lady about this and she wouldn't hesitate to kick you out!" The mention of Meredith has the maid pleading, begging for mercy. "No! Abagail you wouldn't! I have children and no other house would hire me-"

Abagail waves her hand, quickly dismissing the woman's pleads. "And it's no wonder why. I don't have time to report you, we just acquired a new maid. You are dismissed."

The half-dressed maid curtseys to both of you and quickly departs. You have to avert your eyes to ignore how cum drips down her bare legs.

"And you!" Abigail speaks up again. Her finger is pointed to Sir Nyryx's chest. A smirk plays on his lips and he adjusts his lower sleepwear.

"And what about me?" He teases.

"I hate when you play smart with me!" She huffs and angrily stabs her finger in his chest. "I understand you have manly urges and whatnot, but that is no excuse for this behavior! You have a chamber for purposes like these. In God's name use it!"

Once Nyryx finishes adjusting his clothes he shrugs. "I did not think someone would be here this late. Let alone a new someone." He gaze looks to you then back to the person scolding him. "But I do wonder, did my behavior entice you? I was being a good lover, no?"

Abigail lets out a frustrated yell and smacks his chest. You gasp at the outburst, worried of what would happen. You fully expect Sir Nyryx to raise his hand, to slap her across the face as any other man might. Instead he laughs, eyes closed genuine satisfaction as he clutches his abdomen.

"You are so fun to tease Abagail," he smiles to her.

There's absolutely no reason for you to feel as jealous as you do. You have barely met this man tonight in a rather absurd way. Abagail doesn't play into his flirting, stomping angrily and on the verge of cursing at him. Still, there's a strange ache in your chest. You wish he would stop talking to her, stop talking all the women here in general.

You can't let go of the image of him fucking her. How impossibly deep how must've been inside for her not to notice you and Abigail walking in on them. His hips thrusting against her erratically, like he was close to finishing. She had already finished multiple times on his cock. You can see the stains on his trousers and the essence on the floor.

How lucky she was to have him all to herself.

Your thoughts are cut off abruptly when Abigail's shoves him out of the basement. He stumbles onto the stairs next to you, his eyes not shying away from your flustered expression.

Sir Nyryx takes in time passing you, his shoulders brushing against yours. A part of you wishes that he grazed his fingers against you instead. There's such an unbearable need to feel his skin on yours that it makes you want to reach out for him.

As if noticing you desire, he smirks at you. "Welcome home, new maid."

Abigail continues to berate him even as he ascends the stairs. You can't find it in you to turn your head away from him. Even his backside is beautiful to look.

"Pay him no mind. He thinks with the head in his trousers rather than the one on his shoulders," Abagail rolls her eyes as she speaks to you.

You should tell her it's not fine, that Sir Nyryx didn't bother you in the slightest bit. However, your mouth is utterly dry and you find it difficult to lie.

You nod.

Pleased with your answer, Abagail returns the nod and wipes her hands on her long skirt. She quickly puts on her friendly smile and ushers you to her side.

"Come, let's get you settled in."

a/n: I would like to formally apologize for the huge delay. I lost motivation and I hit a HUGE writers block. like I wrote this chapter halfway thru a while ago and I thought "how the fuck am I supposed to finish this?" so I stopped and waited for my creative juices to show...took longer than I thought. on a good note we met Nyryx again! no memories of the past ofc, and imma make him a flirt (as always) with some fuckboy tendencies, sorry. Meredith and Abagail are gonna have a lot of character change, but they'll play similar roles to the previous story if you're still reading this, im sorry :(

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Planned Stories for REALIGNED

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So, I had a pretty interesting question pertaining to REARRANGED's sister series REALIGNED. I was asked if I could separate out the book into individual short stories instead of having them all collected under one name. If they were separate, I could tag each individually to make them easier to search for; they could be individually bookmarked for reader convenience; I could gift people stories that they've requested. With all of this in mind, I've split up the short stories into their own little booklets.

REALIGNED is now its own series, though both it and REARRANGED are in the same Collection.

Here are the current published and planned short stories for REALIGNED:

Cat-Tastrophe (Here)

Summary: Satoru comes home from Jujutsu Tech a little.. different. It's a good thing Reader-chan likes cat's, isn't it? Rating: T Warnings: None Pairing: Established Gojo Satoru/Reader (AFAB original Character) Additional Notes: Fluff. That's all. Final Chapter Count: 1

Godhead (Here)

Summary: What can one do when faced with the love of a god? Reader-chan is an inhabitant of a tiny, remote mountain village. When she's three, she attracts the attention of the local god, O-Satoru-sama. The rest, as they say, is history. Rating: High M, Low E Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Pairing: Slow burn Gojo Satoru/Reader (AFAB Original Character) Additional Notes: A hint of sexual content. Violent. Yandere Gojo in spades. Horror elements. Final Chapter Count: 2, plus maybe an epilogue someday?

Contrite (Here)

Summary: Every now and then, Satoru has to apologize for his behavior. So he does what he does best, and gets on his knees. Too bad he's a brat. Rating: E Warnings: None Pairing: Established Gojo Satoru/Reader (AFAB Original Character) Additional Notes: Smut, smut, smut. Final Chapter Count: 1

Crimson (Here)

Summary: Sometimes, blood is the strongest of ties. When Reader-chan trades away her life for something precious, she fully expects the prince of vampires, Gojo Satoru, to kill her or drain her blood. Instead, he has her cook for him and his temperamental boyfriend. And wash their sheets. And schedule their meetings. Weird, but it sure beats dying. A Vampire Knight Fusion AU. Rating: Hight T, Low M Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Pairing: Established Gojo Satoru/Geto Suguru, Slow Burn Gojo Satoru/Geto Suguru/Reader (AFAB Orignal Character), Pre-Polyamory Additional Notes: Implied sexual content. Violent. SatoSugu fluff. Final Chapter Count: Not finished. 3, plus maybe an epilogue someday?

Knotted

Summary: Alphas are known for only one thing... Good thing Reader-chan is a Beta with no hope of ever bedding one - let alone her Sorcerer boss, who's the most intimidating Alpha of all. Alpha/Beta/Omega AU. Rating: E Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Pairing: Gojo Satoru/Reader (AFAB Original Character) Additional Notes: 25K hit celebration. Two different endings, depending on reader taste. Good ending or bad ending; you decide. Smut, smut, smut. Dirty, nasty smut. Final Chapter Count: Not finished. 4?

Hanahaki

Summary: A flower blooms, then withers. It's the first of Spring when Reader-chan starts coughing. Her Cursed Technique starts backfiring on her, and the results could be deadly. Rating: T Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Pairing: Geto Suguru/Reader (AFAB Original Character) Additional Notes: Angst. Then fluff :P Final Chapter Count: Not finished. 2?

Absolution

Summary: The rain washes all sins clean. A nice, quiet moment in a storm. Rating: T Warnings: None Pairing: Established Gojo Satoru/Reader (AFAB Original Character) Additional Notes: Fluff. A gift for Amurla on AO3 Final Chapter Count: Not finished. 1?

Nyctophilia

Summary: I was always afraid of the dark. Reader-chan is a Curse User, and Gojo Satoru is the man who's going to kill her. Or so it seems. Rating: M Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Pairing: Gojo Satoru/Reader (AFAB Original Character) Additional Notes: Violent. Horror elements. Yandere Gojo. Dark Reader-chan. A gift for Citrullus on AO3. Final Chapter Count: Not finished. 3?

Sandcastles

Summary: There's something beneath the waves... When reader-chan inherits her grandmother's old seaside cottage, she'd never have guessed what awaited her in the water below. A merman AU. For Mermay, or whenever it gets posted. Rating: E Warnings: None Pairing: Established Gojo Satoru/Geto Suguru, Slow Burn Gojo Satoru/Geto Suguru/Reader (AFAB Original Character), Pre-Polyamory Additional Notes: Fluffy. Smut, smut, smut. Final Chapter Count: Not finished. 4, plus an epilogue?

Vainglory

Summary: There's a difference between pride and vanity. Reader-chan is an undefeated arena fighter. When the emporer's son challenges her for her freedom, she scoffs at the idea of some pampered boy beating her. She's wrong. Gladiator AU. Rating: M Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Pairing: Gojo Satoru/Reader (AFAB Original Character) Additional Notes: Violent. Discussions of slavery. Angst. Final Chapter Count: 2?

Monkshood

Summary: The howling is growing louder. Reader-chan's village rests at the edge of a large, dense wood. Though wolves haven't been seen in the area in nearly a century, livestock starts to drop dead. and the howling starts. Werewolf AU. Rating: M Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Pairing: Geto Suguru/Reader (AFAB Original Character) Additional Notes: Horror elements. Final Chapter Count: Not finished. 3, plus an epilogue?

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Everything at Once part 2

Dieter Hellstrom x Orignal Fem Character

Hiiiii. Thank you so much for the support for the first part! Here is part 2. Part 3 should be up in a few days! 😘😘😘😘

Warnings: cursing, N*zis, angst, discrimination, Dieter is kind of a dick, soon to be smut (still in the works you horndogs) violence maybe in the future. Still working out the kinks 😉😘 I do not support N*zis in any shape or form WWII should not be glamorized into thinking what N*zis did was okay. This is just for fun, for the Inglourious Basterds fandom, especially Hans Landa, Dieter Hellstrom and Landstrom ship.

"Why are you so incompetent, Hellstrom!? No wonder you'll never be promoted!" Hans scolded his inferior while cutting his strudel into a small bite. "I dont give a single fuck if your stressed out. You know your place."

Dieter rolled his eyes again when Hans wasn't looking. Why does he care? She is just a stupid waitress. He played with the strudel with his fork and glanced at the girl.

Her long curly blonde hair whipped around softly as she was scurrying around the kitchen making more pastries. Her hair was half kept up in the center back of her head with a golden jewel clip. She was short for her age, and very thin perhaps due to little rations of food she could find or made. The Germans took nearly everything.

There was small freckles around her face dusting above a pink blush.

Just a stupid waitress...

Her skin looked soft and well kept, perhaps the French did bathe. He looked down her body and her waist. There was a distinct cinch in her blue dress that made his mind wonder.

Stupid...

He found himself thinking of undoing her apron. The ties where so loose, her hair became looser as she moved.

Dieter hasn't been with many women due to his busy schedule and little interaction makes me nervous when one is near. He found his face getting warm.

Camille brushed away a stray hair accidentally getting flour on her head. Dieter snorted softly. Stupid.

"My my Dieter..." Hans began. "You smitten little fox you..." Dieter choked on a breath and looked at his superior in shock.

"WHAT?" He shouted accidentally. Camille looked over startled.

He glared at the girl. "What are you looking at?" He coldly asked her. Her face got extremely hot, she shook her head and went back to what she was doing.

"Dont act like you dont know Hellstrom. You clearly like her." Hans whispered smugly. "Do you know why little boys pull little girls' pigtails on playgrounds?" Dieter sighed. What a stupid metaphor...

"I dont like her, Landa."

"Oh please." Hans chuckled, knowing the truth.

"I dont. And that's final, Hans." Dieter warned. I'm not in the mood for your little mind games, Landa he thought.

After a few more minutes the men got up to leave. Normally the Nazis would just leave and not pay. Hans set down a few bank notes for the girl and smiled when her face lit up.

"Oh merci beaucoup, Monsieur! Merci!" Camille beamed and took the money holding her heart in disbelief. She makes almost no money after years owning the cafe and years of being the single employee.

(Thank you so much, sir. Thank you!)

Hans walked out first. Camille's gaze fell upon Dieter. Her smile slowly faded, scared if he'd snap at her again. His heart sunk.

"Je suis désolé, mademoiselle. Tu peux prendre le strudel, tu as l'air affamé." He said quietly and handed the dish back to her. She softly smiled and looked up at him. He had more emotions in his eyes now...

(I am sorry, miss. You have the strudel, you look hungry)

"Merci, monsieur..." she replied quietly.

When she took the dish from the man's hand, their fingers slightly brushed over eachother.

Camille gasped quietly and Dieter's heart rate skyrocketed.

They looked up at eachother.

Dieter coughed slightly and handed her a few banknotes of his own. Camille looked at him in disbelief... he nodded to assure her.

"Au revoir." He said plainly, tapped his boots together and tipped his hat at her.

She genuinely smiled at him as he left the cafe to join his superior.

"What a strange man..." Camille thought a loud. She watched the men talk and smoke cigarettes outside, respecting the No Smoking sign inside the cafe. Sure, she'll let Nazis come in but they shall not smoke as the smell and literally everything else about cigarettes destroy her pastries. Maybe very un-French of her.

All of a sudden, another German man in uniform went up to the gentleman and saluted. Ugh...another Nazi? Camille thought.

This man was average height, a little mousey. Perhaps in his twenties, not much a rank shown. He wore a proud, patriotic smile as he chatted with the men. The other two talked with him, looking a little irritated.

Maybe the mousey man was a just a Private? Camille thought and she rolled out some more dough. Papa always said the younger soldiers were the most irritating. They think they know everything

After a few seconds, the bells to the cafe door rung again and Camille looked up and saw the mousey soldier. His face lit up in more joy, if that was possible.

"Bonjour Mademoiselle..." the mousey soldier said looking Camille up and down. She didnt smile back. (Hello miss...)

"Bonjour, soldat." She replied simply, barely making any eye contact. (Hello soldier).

"Je suis plus qu'un simple soldat" he said. (I'm more than a soldier) he kept eyeing her like a prize. Camille did found him quite handsome but there was something off about him. He seemed familiar and strange. Her friend would tell these stories of a Nazi baby solider following her around like a lost puppy, never giving her a moment's peace.

As the two started simply talking about unfortunately the mousey man's involvement in the German Army, her mind went to a paler...suspicious...taller...black leather clad man...

As this was happening, Dieter, smoking still waiting for the driver to come back around the block, looked in the window nonchalantly.

Frederick...

His knuckles went white as he clenched his fists. He cleared his throat, trying not to just rage. Fuck that shrimp of a boy. He thinks because he is a war hero, he gets whatever he wants. Dieter thought angrily.

Hans noticed his angry subordinate. "I told you, idiot."

Dieter rolled his eyes the millionth time. "Shut up."he said behind his breathe.

"Never doubt me, Major." Hans said as their car pulled up.

To be continued...

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