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skullfragments · 17 days

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That day, she was amazed to discover that when he was saying "As you wish," what he meant was, "I love you." And even more amazing was the day she realized she truly loved him back.

i'm back with the sillies!! they're smitten, i believe :)

i still have a bunch of scenes i want to draw so stay tuned for more princess omens!! (this one forced its way in front of 2 other WIPs oops)

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infictionalwonderland · 9 months

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Hey, I hope you’re having a good day! I had an idea, Marvel cast flirting with y/n for x minutes?

. . MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N Y/L/N FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT!

Coming home from an extremely long and stressful day/week was unfortunately something very familiar to you—so familiar that you and your best friend (your not famous best friend who was your pilar through all the chaos fame brought) had created a little routine; she’d send you various videos and links to movies and online books she knew would relax and amuse you.

So, cuddled up in your bed with your pyjamas and your star lights on (a true child at heart, always) you opened up your chats with them and eagerly swiped to see that they’d sent.

‘Marvel Cast Flirting with Y/N Y/L/N For 10 Minutes Straight!’ was the video for tonight.

Immediately you cackled to yourself, hurriedly sending your best friend thanks in the form of ironic emojis and frantic proclamations of undying love, before loading up the (true to prior word) ten minute long video.

Surely this was an exaggeration.

The video began, large letters in a cute font appearing on the dark screen ‘the marvel cast all being in love flirting with y/n for ten minutes’. The quick ‘AS THEY SHOULD’ before the clips started playing made you giggle to yourself.

The first clip was from some years back, you were pretty sure this was a premiere for The Avengers, given how you looked and the quality—you were standing opposite on interview, smile on your face and dressed in a pretty outfit the same colour of your character’s aesthetic.

“How do you feel about your costume?”

Before you could even answer the interviews question, Scarlett intercepted your interview—hair in a short red bob and a smirking grin at her lips as she wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Well I know how we all feel about this ladies costume, it’s a beautiful piece that just makes the women wearing all the more beautiful. If that’s even possible.”

The edit quickly gave Scarlett beating heart eyes for you as she didn’t tear her eyes away from you for a second—making present time you laugh.

With that she kissed your cheek, leaving a red mark of her lipstick and walked away, dramatically winking in your direction.

The second clip was a blooper, from .. Captain America: Civil War, you thought. You were on Sebastian’s shoulders, thighs locked over his head—in character, as your character and his were mid fight.

He stumbled back over a table accidentally and you let out a startled yelp, hands flying to steady yourself in his long hair and one of his landing on your arse cheek to steady you as he steadied himself with the other.

“Is it bad that I’m loving this?”

“SEBA—“

“Cut!”

The third clip was you and Lizzie (Elizabeth Olsen) reacting fan tweets; Lizzie unrolled the piece of paper, her eyes lighting up as she giggled with a little smirk.

“Elizabeth. .” You wearily trailed off, looking at your friend.

“Sorry, sorry. Okay! This tweet says if i could just pretty BEEP please with the juiciest most mouthwatering cherry on top get a not kid friendly scene of Wanda and (Your Character) I could die peacefully, my wish fulfilled. I implore you marvel, listen to your dying fan.”

“That tweet had over fifty thousand likes as well.” A feminine voice added in from behind the camera, laughter in her tone.

You and Lizzie turned to each other at the same time, grinning.

“I mean the fan is dying babe. .”

“Right? We should totally make this happen, like, totally.” She gave you a cheeky once over, eyes appreciating all of you. “Because it was the fans wish, not mine, duh.” Lizzie added.

“Mhm.” You hummed with a smirk.

The fourth clip was a evidently some sort of ‘guess the body part’ game: a photo of what you were pretty sure was your bottom half was the picture currently used for guessing, in the picture you were leaned over in a pair of yoga pants and in your personal opinion, you looked good. Well, your arse looked good (amazing, otherworldly—you humbly added)

Lizzie was the first person to answer, the video showing each persons turn one by one and immediately she said, “that’s my girl. Y/N.” Then giggling she added, “now get my girls booty off the screen, I don’t need you all ogling her. We get enough of that, sometimes causes a strain on us. But we’ve remained strong together.”

Paul Rudd was next and he stared at the picture of you for a few solid seconds, “it’s Y/N.” He sheepishly admitted. He pointed an accusing finger dramatically towards the camera—“I only know this because of all the edits you guys make!”

“You don’t have to watch them.” The interviewer pointed out innocently; Paul pouted, grumbling.

Next was Anthony who instantly answered, “That’s Y/N right here!” He hyped you up, grinning. “Don’t even try and make it creepy, we do glutes together man, it’s why we’re the best asses in the cast. Up top!” Anthony exclaimed, holding his hand up towards the picture as if pretending to high five you or something—the interviewer timidly gave him a high five.

Sebastian was next as you (and everyone) watch his eyes flicker and grin that was more of a smirk spread across his cheeks, “that’s definitely y/n.” He assumed instantly. “Would’ve been able to tell you that blindfolded.”

“But—“

“I’d have just sensed her.” Sebastian giggled.

Chris Evans was next—a grin picked up on his face immediately, eyes trained on the photo of you and he ran a hand over his beard, lightly biting his lip (HEELLLOOO????)

“That’s Y/n.” Chris stated confidently, smirking lightly and the camera caught some of the team in line of sight exchange raised eyebrows.

The fifth clip was of Brie Larson who was being interviewed on some sort of premiere event again—presumably or her (marvellous) movie, Captain Marvel, smiling at the interviewer.

“Out of all of the people on the Marvel Cast, those who you’ve met, do you have a favourite out of them?” The interview questioned.

“I’m not really one for favourites but I would definitely say I’m closest to Y/n! She’s—she’s just so lovely and funny and she’s like a ray of sunshine, honestly. She’s been a great help in the filming process as well, she coached me through everything with so patience—I would’ve strangled me if I was her, but no, she just had that adorable smile on her face. She’s truly an amazing person and a better friend than I thought possible.” Brie answered enthusiastically with a soft smile.

“Awwww! We love to hear that—are any of the rumours about her true?”

Brie blinked, seeming taken aback for a brief moment— “Yes she does smell amazing, she’s always effortlessly beautiful, she’s unfailingly hilarious and yes no one in this world deserves her. But like. . if she’s open to it,” Brie paused, winking at the camera and making a call me sign with her hands and mouthing the words with a flirty grin.

The sixth clip was of you, Tom Holland, RDJ, Paul Bettany, Zoe Saldana and Pom Klementieff on Jimmy Kimmel, tasked with drawing your characters. The clip started just as you turned around the drawing of your character and well, it was actually surprisingly good in your own opinion—the audience immediately erupted into loud and obnoxious cheers.

“As great as that is, love, it still doenst capture the extent of your beauty.” Tom Holland, who was sat to your left, grinned cheekily at you and the audience practically shouted and hooted.

“Would anything ever?” Zoe shot back from your right side, twirling a lock of your hair affectionately and smiling as she leaned against you.

“I sincerely doubt that anything could.” RDJ piped up, giving you an unapologetic grin when you looked over at him with fond exasperation as the crowd was practically inconsolable in their glee and enthusiasm, shouting out your praises. “Give it up for sunshine, people. Our gorgeous ray of sunshine!”

“I—“

“They are quite right, Y/n.” Paul Bettany spoke over Jimmy who was obviously going to try and calm down his crowd.

The seventh clip started playing: it was a clip taken from Jacob Batalon’s story, clearly in a party setting—the video showed you and Zendaya in the centre of the dance floor, everyone around you clearly watching you both as you danced up against each other to the sounds of Yeah! by Usher.

“Mate I think your girls about to be stole.” The voice of Tom’s friend, Harrison, sounded from beside Jacob and presumably Tom himself and to empathise Harrison’s words, Jacob zoomed in on your faces, wide grins of ecstasy, and the way Zendaya was admiring you.

“Right in public as well, the scandal.” Jacob cackled.

The eighth clip was an interview of Chris Evans and McKenna Grace (you adored that little girl to pieces). The two of them were answering the ‘Webs Most Searched Question’s’ together.

“Who was.. Chris Evans, date at the Oscars?”

McKenna immediately ooed, smiling teasingly and Chris laughed from beside her.

“This is getting juicy!”

“Well, it was my mom one year and then my sister last year—“

“He wishes it was Y/n though.” The little girl laughed with a beaming smile on her lips and you, present time, arched a brow.

Chris bashfully chuckled with a smile and you swore you could see a genuine red hue on his cheeks, “I mean—it’s Y/n. Anyone would be happy to go with her.”

“I would be!” McKenna excitedly exclaimed as she grinned so sweetly you were now going to make sure you took this sweet child with you to the Oscar’s, Chris seemed to melt as well, recovering from his brief flustered moment.

The ninth clip was Sebastian and Anthony reading out their thirst tweets in a Buzzfeed interview, the clip started as Sebastian was pulling out a tweet from the large bucket.

He read it to himself and blushed faintly, Anthony’s eyebrows practically reaching his forehead as he tried to lean over and read it but Sebastian jokingly shoved him back.

“Oh for—That scene where (Your Character) chokes baby Bucky out with her thighs, his—his head all up in there; the shit I would give to be her, I would give my soul, my fridge, my moms purse, my dads golf clubs. Please, sir. Put your face between my legs like you did Y/n.”

By the end of the tweet, Sebastian had a deeply awkward and slightly perturbed look on his face and Anthony cackled at his side.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure he was more than happy with it being Y/n, wouldn’t change it even for your dads golf clubs.” Anthony laughed.

“That’s. . I’m gonna have to decline that, um, respectfully.” Sebastian spoke in regards to the tweet, ignoring Anthony.

In turn, Anthony ignored Sebastian as well and just dramatically kept winking at the camera.

The tenth clip was Cobie Smulders, who was being interviewed on some sort of carpet event, smile on her face as she spoke to the interviewer before her.

“How does it feel knowing that the lesbian community, myself included, are firmly rooting for your character, Maria and Y/N’s character (Your Character) to end up together?”

Cobie’s smile turned genuinely delighted, “I love it—we love it. Y/n and I actually have made so many PowerPoints and presented them to the Russo brothers, but alas. I do really want to end up with her—oops, sorry, wait. I really want my character to end with hers. . would be the appropriate wording. But I’m all for inappropriate if Y/n wants.”

Cobie jokingly bit her lip at the camera and you, watching the video, could not contain your laughter as the interviewer practically burst out with excitement.

The eleventh clip was a blooper from your filming of the avengers—you were standing next to Chris Hemsworth who had an arm around your waist, holding you to him as in the scene his character, Thor, flies the both of you away. But Chris quickly tugged you in front of him and began tickling you mercilessly, hysterical giggles falling from your lips as the people around you laughed as well.

“Chris, HAVE MERCY!”

“Aw, but I enjoy hearing your laughter. It’s a very pretty sound.” Chris laughed to himself, finally stopping his attack and letting you slump against his, back to his front. “I particularly like this as well.” He smirked down at you.

“CHRI—“

In the twelfth clip, you and Tessa Thompson were reading out thirst tweets together: “The feminine urge to fall asleep cuddled into Y/n’s boobs is too real, pls come here mommy.” You read out, giggling all the while.

“The urge is so strong.” Tess commented, nodding her add as she sneakily glanced at your chest with a innocent smile.

“Come here, baby.” You joked, laughing as you opened your arms for her and she practically leaped into them, resting her head on your chest.

“I’m living the dreams of millions right now and it feels amazing.” Tessa gloated jokingly, pulling away from you with only final squeeze and a little wink the camera caught.

“I concur.” You grinned back.

The thirteenth clip was you and Tom Hiddleston, talking with an interviewer on a carpet event. His arm was around your waist and both of you were wearing smiles greeting the interviewer.

“So, obviously, you both act in marvel movies, but not really close together! If you could, would you want to work more closely and have you characters be more involved?”

“I absolutely would.” Tom immediately replied with an honest, heartwarming smile. “And personally, it’s not even a fact of our characters being intertwined it’s more that working this fantastic woman beside me is a gift I have come to deeply cherish, truly it’s an honour. And I suppose, if our characters were to get involved, so to speak, that I would enjoy that because this is the y/n y/l/n, I’d be a mad man not to want that.” He finished charmingly.

You grinned, taking a bow, and both Tom and the interviewer laughed before that clip cut as well.

The fourteenth clip was at Comic-Con, mostly everyone on the cast had already been called out and taken their seats and then your name was called, the audience erupting into loud cheers.

Sebastian, who was sat next to your assigned seat, hopped and and jogged over to offer you his arm as you grinned and waved at everyone—the crowd screaming louder at his actions.

The screams only increased as Chris Evans and Don Cheadle got up to pull out your chair for you to sit down in—you pretended to swoon into Sebastian before kissing all of their cheeks and taking your seat.

“Where was the treatment for me?” RDJ joked.

“Man, they’re just whipped. But, like, who isn’t for Y/n?” Anthony stage whispered back to him and the crowd literally roared in excitement.

The fifteenth clip was Aaron Taylor-Johnson being interviewed with Lizzie for the Age of Ultron press, most probably.

“So, Aaron, obviously your character—spoilers, sorry—isn’t with us anymore but if you had the chance to explore Pietro more, who would you have wanted to explore a romance with?”

“(Your Character) definitely, Y/N.” Aaron answered with a little sheepish grin at the speed and Lizzie giggled into her palm.

“I’m not making fun, I agree, for myself.” Lizzie commented unprompted.

“Why is that?” The interviewer questioned.

“Why—mate, I think it’s pretty obvious. Y/n is such a stunning person, inside and out, I would have loved to—and obviously her character is extremely sick and I’m certain the relationship between her and Pietro would’ve been the stuff of legends but. . come on, Y/n Y/l/n is my real reason.” Aaron joked.

“Get your own girl, she’s mine.” Lizzie glared.

There were still many minutes left of the video left and that alone astounded you; overcome with cackles, you forwarded the video the your Marvel groupchat—so yall bitches like obsessed with me or sum 🥰🥰🥰

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astermath · 1 year

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title taken ✧*

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: ethan makes an offhand comment about potentially “dying a virgin”. you ask him if he’d like you to help with that. and how could he possibly refuse?

word count: 3.8K

notes: first time fully writing smut on this blog! I hope I did okay lol I probs got a bit carried away,, I remember hearing his comment in the movie and being like I VOLUNTEER I CAN HELP lmao, anyways,,, comments / reblogs are highly appreciated, and requests are open! lmk if you’d like to be added to the tag list for further ethan landry related content!

warnings: cursing, protected sex, oral (f and m receiving), ethan realizing how much he loves going down on you lol, MINORS DNI!!!! normal sized font below!

notes: guys hot take but I think ethan is a boobs guy, but what do you think? sound off in the comments ethan nation

P.S.: this is a REPOST with some slight edits, sorry for the inconvenience!!

You distinctly remember the moment when Ethan made that comment.

You were all sitting outside, discussing your theories as to who the Ghostface killer could be and who you guys should be watching out for. When Ethan realized he was part of the core friend group, and as a result, also a target, he looked panicked.

“Am I gonna die a virgin?”

It was an offhand comment that no one paid much attention to, it seemed like everyone pretty much expected that from him. But you didn’t. Sure, he was a total dork, and really bad at talking to girls, but he was a pretty boy. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t considered hooking up with him before, but… That comment truly solidified the thought for you.

The two of you were sat on the couch of Chad and Ethan’s shared dorm. Despite Mindy telling you she didn’t trust him and that you shouldn’t be hanging out alone with him, you did very much need his tutoring. You’d rather get killed by Ghostface than have to retake econ.

But you couldn’t focus on the material. Not when Ethan’s virgin comment was making all kinds of images appear in your mind. You weren’t even listening to what he was saying, your brain having a field day with the thought of you taking that title away from him.

“Hey, Ethan.” You finally spoke up, looking away from your notes.

“Yeah?” He looked at you, the end of his pen held to his lips. He always had a habit of biting his pen when he got distracted.

“Are you really a virgin?”

The bluntness of your out of the blue question completely took him out of it. His eyes widened and he just sort of froze up, like his brain short circuited. You could tell he started blushing, and god did it look adorable.

“U-Uhm…” He put down his pen and tried to look anywhere but where your eyes were. Frankly, he was a bit embarrassed about it. He’d never even had a girlfriend, let alone have sex before, and as much as Chad tried to get him involved with girls he always struggled with it. Not just because of how awkward he generally was.

But because he had a crush on you already.

No one knew, not even his roommate, but lately he’d been struggling with keeping it to himself, especially as the two of you had been hanging out more on your own. There were so many moments where he just wanted to be closer to you, move all these papers aside and just kiss you right then and there.

His eyes were fixated on his laptop as he swallowed hard, clearly nervous about the whole ordeal. “Uhm… Yeah. I am…” He brought up a hand to scratch at the back of his neck, trying to keep his hands busy so his nerves wouldn’t show as much. “Just… Never got around to it.” He chuckled nervously.

You closed your laptop, realizing you’d made the poor boy uncomfortable with your sudden interest in his sex life. Or, well, lack there of. “Hey, it’s okay! It’s nothing to be ashamed about, there’s no, like, expiration date on when you have to fuck someone…” You tried to make him feel a bit better.

Ethan nodded awkwardly, genuinely wishing this couch would just swallow him whole so he could disappear. The girl he liked knew he was a virgin loser with no game, there was no way you were ever going to want him now.

The two of you sat in silence for a bit, Ethan wondering if it was too late to jump out a window and forget this ever happened. You, however, had a different turn of events in mind.

“Do you want me to help with that?”

Those words made Ethan look up from his laptop and his eyes widen. If your previous question was a pitch, this one was a home run. He wasn’t even completely sure if you actually asked that or if he imagined it, until he met your gaze. But he wanted to be sure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. “W-What?”

You shuffled a little closer, legs touching his, putting a hand on his thigh and leaning in slightly. “Do you want me to take your virginity?”

Ethan can feel blood rush to his cock from the question alone, his gaze darting from your lips back up to your eyes. If this was a dream, it was definitely the best one he’s had so far.

“Yes.”

Your lips meet his only a second after his reply, the book on his lap falling to the floor as you both lean in at the same time. You could tell he was nervous, but that didn’t stop him from trying. You tilted your head to the side and opened your mouth slightly to run your tongue across his bottom lip, an action that elicited a slight whimper from him.

His arms snaked around your waist and you raised yourself up onto his lap. A hand soon found its place in his curls, tugging gently to tilt his head back as your lips traveled down to his jaw, then to his neck, peppering gentle kisses and love bites on the way.

“S-Shit…” He spoke between hot breaths, one of his hands now resting on the soft flesh of your thigh, squeezing slightly whenever your teeth would bite down on his sensitive skin.

You giggle softly at how sensitive he was, lips sucking a darker mark on the spot below his ear. His hips were shifting beneath you, and even through multiple layers of clothing, you could tell he was getting harder by the second. You pulled back, hands coming up to cup his pretty face. He was already panting a bit, cheeks tinged pink from all this newfound excitement. “You look so pretty...” You press another soft kiss to his lips. “This okay?”

Ethan looks up at you with an almost desperate look in those doe eyes of his, nodding at your question. As much as you wanted to fuck him right then and there, Ethan deserved to be taken care of a little, especially since this was his first time experiencing most of this.

“Good, good...” Your thumb rubs gently across the soft skin of his cheek. “Wanna... Take this to the bedroom?”

“Please.” He breathes out against your lips.

The walk, or almost run to his bedroom, was a blur in your mind. You wasted no time, quickly getting inside and locking the door behind you both. Ethan was eager now that this was finally feeling real, hands swiftly finding your hips again and pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

“Hmm... Someone’s excited...” You mumbled in between kisses, stumbling backwards onto the bed until your back hit the mattress. Ethan held himself above you, brown curls perfectly framing his face as he admired how beautiful you looked on his bed.

He kissed you again, tongues playing with one another as his confidence was spurred on by his pure exhilaration. “Been... Wanting to do this forever...” He spoke against your lips as your hands searched for the hem of his shirt. “With you...” He pulled his shirt off in a hurry, diving back to meet your neck, pressing feverish kisses to your skin.

“Yeah?” You bit your lip, hand coming up to further push him into the crook where your shoulder and neck met. You let out a soft mewl when he bit down, wondering if he’d imagined this before. One of your hands moved over his chest, nails raking over the skin and undoubtedly leaving red lines in their wake. They travelled over his abs, down to his crotch, palming slightly, which earned a delicious groan from him.

You tilt your head to kiss the side of his head and get his attention to meet your gaze. His eyes find yours, half lidded, pupils blown out like he was high off the moment. “Me too.” You say, and you could swear it activated something in him when you did.

His hands start roaming under your shirt, and you take that as your cue to take yours off too. He stops for a moment, purely to admire the newly exposed parts of your body. Sure, he’d snuck glances at your chest when you wore tighter shirts, or when the collar would dip down just enough to give him a peek. But he only imagined touching your tits, how soft they were, how well you’d react to his hands.

His hand reached out and he gently cupped your breast, still a little careful. “So soft...” He mumbled to himself, his thumb slowly rolling over your nipple, almost teasingly so. You whined softly, arching your back a little into his touch. His other hand joined in and he squeezed them a bit, seemingly entranced by just how soft and pleasant they felt. Like they were made to be held by him.

He leaned down to your chest and looked up at you with puppy eyes. He could ask you to rob a bank with those eyes, and you’d do it. You just hoped he didn’t realize how you weak you were to that look.

“Can I?” He licked his lips.

“Y-Yeah, Ethan, anything...” You rubbed your thighs together. You knew he was just taking things slow, for both of your sakes, but god it felt like he was teasing you so badly.

He licked your nipple, a little hesitant, but he took the hand in his hair as a sign that he could continue. He wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud and suckled softly, closing his eyes as his fingers played around with your other nipple. You swore he was getting off on just sucking and touching your tits, noticing slight movements of his hips grinding into the bed.

He let go with an audible ‘pop’, earning a delicious whimper from you.

“E-Ethan...” You whined, catching your bottom lip under your teeth.

“Yeah...?” He hoped he wasn’t doing anything wrong.

“Touch me...” You spread your thighs a little more. “Please?”

“O-Oh, right... Sorry, I just... Got a little caught up in the moment.” He chuckled nervously and you did the same. You were glad there was still an air of lightness surrounding the whole ordeal. The last thing you’d want was for him to feel judged or uncomfortable.

He moved back a little between your thighs, hands exploring the soft skin of your legs with a pleased hum. He’d dreamt about moments like these so many times, ever since you became part of the friend group, he just couldn’t stop imagining what it was like. What you’d feel like, what you’d sound like... He was still processing a little that it was all actually happening.

His hand hesitatingly moved over your inner thigh, bringing a finger to gently trace over the fabric of your panties. His eyes widened a little at what he felt; you were soaked. He felt a little more confident in knowing he did that to you, but also a little shocked. “You’re... So wet...”

You brought up your hands to cover your face. You were, yes, but the way he was saying it made you all the more conscious about the effects he was having on your body. “Ethan... That’s-- You can’t...”

He grinned slightly at your reaction. He never knew you could get shy like this, you were usually such an open person. “Alright, let me just...” His fingers dipped under the waistband of your panties. He bit his lip when he discovered the hot wetness there, gently running over your slicked folds. “Is this okay?” he looked up at you.

“Mhm...” You nodded, your thighs twitching slightly when his finger grazed over your clit. “F-Fuck, yes... There, keep... Keep doing that.” You felt a little guilty for a second, remembering this was supposed to be about him. But you were doing him a favor, really, he was bound to have to find out how to touch a girl sooner or later.

His middle finger ran gentle and slow circles over your clit as his other hand kept busy running up and down your thigh. He stopped for a moment, hooking his finger around the elastic of your panties, looking at you for approval to take them off. You said something along the lines of “go ahead” between your whimpers, so he gently removed them from your body.

Again, he was taken aback by how beautiful you were, pussy glistening with juices. “God...” His thumb ran over your clit and you shivered slightly, having missed his touch, even if it was just for a few moments.

An idea sprung alive in his head, something he’d thought about many times before. “Hey, uhm... Can I...” He seemed nervous about proposing it.

“Hm? What is it Ethan?” You propped yourself up slightly onto your elbows, looking at him.

“Can I go down on you?” He paused for a moment, swallowing. “I, uh... I’ve always wanted to try that.”

You smiled at his request. Usually, the first thing guys would want is for a girl to go down on them, but you supposed Ethan wanted to explore all the options a little first. And maybe he wanted this to last longer than he would with your mouth on him. “Y-Yeah, sure...”

He smiled back, arms now on both sides of your thighs as he leaned his head down closer to your aching core. His hot breath hit your pussy, and you resisted the urge to just pull him closer. Instead, you ran your fingers over his scalp with an encouraging nudge. He stuck out his tongue, running it flat over the entirety of your wetness, humming at the taste.

You squirmed when he reached your clit, and his hands came up to settle on your thighs. He flicked his tongue and you moaned, almost obscenely, at the action. “F-Fuck!” He did it again, and your thighs started clamping down on him. “Jesus, Ethan...” He brought his lips down onto the needy bundle of nerves and suckled gently. Your head threw back as his tongue sent waves of warm tingles through your entire body.

“A-Are you sure this is your first time?” You spoke breathily through your moans and it only spurred him on further. He looked up at you with those all too familiar puppy eyes, tongue eagerly lapping at your juices. He moaned into your cunt, rutting into the bed slightly, fuck it felt good to please you.

You felt a familiar knot start to form in your stomach, hips moving against Ethan’s face as you mumbled his name over your whimpers. He sucked down on your clit again and that sent you over the edge, hand gripping his curls as you became undone beneath him. You rode it out on his face a bit before you relaxed back onto the mattress, thighs trembling in the aftermath of your orgasm. “Holy shit... Ethan...”

He slowly got up, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth clean. “I hope I did alright.” He smiled, gently stroking your leg.

“Are you kidding me?” you spoke up after finally catching your breath. “You did so well baby.” You propped yourself up and he leaned down to kiss you, letting you taste your own juices on his tongue. Your hands went to his pants in the meantime, working on undoing his belt. “If you’d just… Help me out with those…” You smiled against his lips. “I could return the favor.”

He wasted no time in taking off his pants, kicking them off the bed until he was left in just his boxers. He kneeled on the mattress, his hard-on straining against the fabric of his underwear. You leaned forward onto your elbows, and he swore just the sight of you like that would have finished him off.

You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his bulge through the fabric, and you noticed a twitch from his cock in return. “Been wanting to know what you taste like for months…” You mumbled, hooking your fingers over the waistband of his underwear to free his throbbing cock. The tip was already dripping with pre-cum, proof of just how worked up he got from eating you out earlier.

“Just relax, ‘kay?” You looked up at him and offered a sultry smile, to which he nodded. You reached out and with a gentle grip, pumped his length a few times. He bit his lip, suppressing a groan. God your hand felt so much better than his…

You leaned in and licked across the tip, collecting the bead of pre-cum on your tongue and savoring it. “Such a pretty cock too…” You licked up the length of him and he hissed through his teeth, hand landing gently on the back of your head. Not pushing, not pulling, just wanting to touch you.

He whined out your name when you suckled on the tip, looking down at you with desperate and needy eyes. “Fuck… T-That feels… So fucking good oh my god…” His hand moves over to your jaw, so you’re looking up at him now, and the eye contact doesn’t break, not even once.

His breathing picks up when you start to bob your head, but he stops you before you go deeper, pulling out of your mouth. “Shit, sorry, was that too far?” You look at him with a worried expression.

“No, no, not at all, it’s just… I wanna last longer.” He looked a bit embarrassed, and you felt a sense of pride of almost making him cum just from giving him head for a bit.

“That’s okay,” You got up to your knees and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’m starting to get impatient anyways,” His breath hitched when you traced your fingers over his length again. “Need you inside me…”

You gave him a slight push so he sat down on the bed as you leaned over to grab a condom from the pocket of your discarded shorts. You rolled it over his cock, a snug fit, as expected, and your eyes went back to his face. He watched your pussy hover over his length, mentally preparing himself. If you going down on him felt that incredible, then this was about to be an out of body experience.

You put one hand on his chest to stabilize yourself, and reached one hand under to run his tip between your folds, lubing him up with your juices. “You ready?”

He nodded, hands coming up to gently rest on your hips. With that, you sank down onto his cock, slowly but steadily taking him inch by inch. Both of you moaned in unison at the joining of your bodies, neither of you imagining it would feel quite like this. You, surprised by the stretch he gave your cunt, him, surprised by your warmth and tightness.

“Fuck…” You sighed out, before you fully took his length, skin meeting skin with an audible clap. “So... Deep...” You put both of your hands on his chest, leaning forward a little. “Feels good, huh? You fit inside me so perfectly...”

“Shit...” He squeezes your hips harder, not enough to bruise, at least not yet. “So tight...” Ethan moves his hips up a little and you moan at the movement, the head of his cock grazing a very special spot inside you.

“F-Fuck, Ethan, hold on... J-Just...” You raised your hips, almost pulling him out completely.

“Let me...” You lowered again, ass meeting his hips. “Take care of you...” You started to establish a steady rhythm, Ethan watching your body move in complete fascination. You were gorgeous, tits bouncing, making the prettiest noises. Any guy would kill to have you on him like that, and he was no exception.

Your thighs started burning a little after a while, and he could tell as your movements got less intense. But you felt so good, every single change in motion sent jolts of pleasure through his body, his cock twitching whenever you would moan out his name.

He decided to keep chasing this high and take the reigns, putting a hand on your lower back and getting up, laying you down on the mattress as he pulled out.

“E-Ethan! What are you-- o-oh my god--” Your sentence got cut off by him sliding back inside you, his arms resting besides your body. You didn’t expect this more... Initiative-taking side of him, but it was welcome either way. You hooked your legs around his hips to pull him in closer, arms resting over his shoulders.

He quickly began thrusting, hips snapping forward, the room filled with the almost pornographic sounds coming from the two of you. He looked at you, curls sticking to his sweaty forehead, mouth slightly agape. You pulled him in by his shoulders to capture his lips, moaning into his mouth as he picked up the pace.

“Fuck... ‘M close... So close...” He spoke through heavy pants, head now buried into your neck.

“Me too baby, me too, holy shit don’t stop... D-Don’t stop!” You felt the hot coil in your stomach get to a breaking point, the bed rocking slightly with Ethan’s movements as you started repeating his name between your moans.

Ethan’s hips pushed into you one last time, cock twitching as he came, filling the condom nearly to its brim. He groaned your name into your neck, breath hot against your love bite covered skin.

You followed right after, legs clamping down on him, your pussy clenching onto his cock and milking every last drop out of him. Your thighs trembled as you panted, holding him close as he rode out his orgasm with a few last sloppy thrusts.

His body collapsed on top of you, the weight almost comforting, and you wrapped your arms around him, pressing a kiss to his head. He moved his head to kiss you lazily, and you chuckled at how adorable he was being. He pressed a few kisses to your lips, eyes fluttering open soon after.

“Thank you...” He smiled sleepily, still coming down from the amazing high he’d experienced just then. “That was... Amazing...”

“Could say the same to you...” You smiled back, basking in the sweet after sex euphoria while you could. You whined slightly when he finally pulled out, suddenly feeling a bit empty.

Ethan disposed of the condom while you went to his bathroom to pee really quick. He sat back down on the bed and looked at his phone, seeing multiple messages from his roommate.

[chadmeister]: jesus christ

[chadmeister]: are u guys almost done

[chadmeister]: i’ve been here for like 20 minutes now you know

[chadmeister]: pretty sure the entire floor heard u two

[chadmeister]: at least u def won’t die a virgin now MY MANNN

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strangerhottotties · 10 months

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Mad Sounds - Part 2 - E.M.

Part 1

Summaries: You get Eddie's assignments back for the week and you have a meeting in his van to discuss...

Warnings: Horny shit. Minors fuck off. Mentions of masturbation, slight voyeurism, slight heavy petting and VERY brief grinding.

A/N: Just on my whore shit. I'm finally evening out after coming off birth control so the engine's warming for the first time all year. I share this with you at your own risk. My husband, ever my cheerleader picked out Eddie's test scores for the first couple weeks. Please enjoy.

Special thank you to my bestie who edited this and gave music recommendations: Taylor Swift's 'I Can See You' and 'Dress'.

All week Eddie hovered over you, never was he more than five minutes late to a study session. His newfound eagerness to study had turned more than a few heads. But ever the attention whore, he had turned his audience to you exclusively as much as he possibly could.

Every visit to your locker to retrieve books, he was right there to smile at you brazenly, eyes sliding over your form. It thrilled you. You had an incentive that no one else had ever offered, it fed your confidence. Eddie, ever the flirt, always held doors open for you, now insisted on being as gentlemanly as he possibly could.

All week he's been flashing a crisp red folder at you. Every time you see it, a tingle begins beneath your skin. The flat cardstock you always expect to warp, but the only distortion was the exaggerated hand drawn font across the front. Inside contained every assignment he'd received a grade for this week.

When the final bell rings on Friday afternoon, you make your way to your locker. Your eyes draw up towards your locker and catch a glimpse of Eddie leaning against the set of your lockers. He's a constant in the flow of bodies eager to leave the premises. His eyes as you approach are downright insidious, utterly wicked as he notices you. He fans himself that red folder.

"Hey, Honey," he hums, smile twisting with false sweetness like he was made of Aspartame. "I do hope you're prepared to pay up. I worked hard for these grades."

There were only three classes you were tutoring him in. The remaining classes he needed to graduate. Mr. Allen's Chemistry, Mrs. O'Donnel's Advanced Algebra, and Mr. Jones's Government class.

Thankfully your blush is minimal as you stop in front of the blocked lockers. "Hand 'em over," you hum, holding out your hand. He passes the folder into your hands and you're a little surprised by just how thick it feels in your hand.

He pushes off the wall and leans in close enough to your ear to taunt you that you can feel the heat of his breath fan across your cheek. "I even did the extra credit in Chem." You quirk an eyebrow at him as he holds you in an intense stare just inches from your face. You try to suppress your smile as you adjust the books in your arms to give it your full attention.

It'd be a lie to say that you weren't utterly feverish to discover exactly how good. How many times you thought of him tucked under you comforter at night, aching for his promises that he made last Friday. Aching to know how he tasted, what those talented fingers could do, and how much eagerly he wanted to touch you. Late nights filled with desperate, muffled whines for him. Keeping quiet as you squirm in the dark, wishing for the relief that his skin would give you, craving giving him anything he needed, being by Eddie Munson.

He seemed pretty excited. "Extra credit, who are you and what have you done with Eddie?" You tease softly, your smile turning demure. Eddie's shoulders roll back as he tilts his head to the side, modeling his pretty neck for you. It reminds you of a brightly colored bird.

"What can I say, I really like my tutor." The hallways are beginning to clear as you flip open the folder and smile at the top page. His government test with a big, fat 'B-' on the top right corner. You flit your eyes over to his, where they burn with a darkness. He blows you a playful kiss.

"This is excellent Eddie!" You flip through his next couple assignments. "Two 'C's, a 'C+', 'B-', and a 'B', Extra credit..."

"I got full credit for it, does that count as an 'A+'." You flush as you consider. It certainly shouldn't go unrewarded if you wanted to encourage it. You draw out your consideration and his eyes light up with eagerness.

"I don't think this warrants that kind of reward," you answer honestly and he deflates, until you follow up with a... "but..." his head snaps up at that, "I kind of had a surprise for you."

"A surprise?" He asks. "Don't leave me in suspense, sweetheart." You glance around at the lingering student body.

"Can we go out to your van first?" You ask him quietly. His face goes blank and he snatches your hand to pull you towards the front doors. "Wait, wait, wait, Eddie!" you call and he halts as you dig the heels of your shoes into the tiled floor to yank him to a halt.

"What?"

"Let me get my bag first. It's in there." Eddie grins and turns around to sweep his hands at your locker. You smile and turn to open your locker, Eddie hanging over your shoulder.

"Do I get a hint?" he hums, but before you can answer, someone shouts his name from down the hall.

"Eddie, c'mon, what are you standing around for? We've got to set up!" You glance down the hall at Gareth and Jeff. Gareth is throwing his hands up in the air.

"Hold on!" He shouts and then turns his attention back to you.

"Do you need to go?"

"No, not even hellfire is getting between me and this surprise," he grins.

"Oh, you guys moved it to Friday?"

"Yeah, I figured we can tweak our schedule tomorrow. I can pick you up-"

"Hey, Eddie!" You giggle at the second interruption of the conversation. Dustin Henderson and Mike Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler's little brother, are jogging up to the irate metalhead. Eddie's mouth presses into a thin line as he regards the kids.

"What is it?" He sighs,

"What's up your ass?" Mike scoffs. You bite your lip to hold your laugh as you start filing through what books you'll need for weekend homework.

"Conversation, A," he points to himself, "B," he points to you, "see your way out of it!" You drag your bag out of your locker and close it. You hit him with an unimpressed look.

"Well, we wanted to ask," Dustin starts, "but I don't think we've been introduced. I'm Dustin, this is Mike." He holds his hand out with a toothy grin. You take his hand, shaking it with an introduction as Eddie slips up next to you.

"We're in Hellfire with Eddie and it's supposed to start in like, five minutes, would you like to join?" You blink with surprise.

"Oh, I don't know how to play D'n'D." You reply evenly. Eddie clears his throat softly.

"I could teach you," he offers, regarding you with playful eyes.

"Totally, it's actually super fun! It's based on strategy and there's a ton of different ways to play!" Mike encourages and receives a harsh look from the senior standing beside you. Eddie was being possessive of you, wanting your singular attention.

"Look, whatever this is..." He gestures between the two of them. "Lose it. I'll be in there. Give me... fifteen minutes?" He confirms with you.

"Be nice," you instruct him flatly before turning towards the two kids. "But fifteen minutes should do it." He rolls his eyes at the kids and grabs your hand to start dragging you away.

"Who'd have thought Eddie's girlfriend would be so nice?"

"Girlfriend?" You repeat in surprise to Eddie exclusively when he comes to a full stop at the word. The kids are walking away and thankfully don't hear your question.

"I never told them you were my girlfriend," he immediately discloses to you. You roll your eyes at him and continue you on, tugging at his hand but admiring the pretty blush that fans his cheeks.

"Come on, sweetiepea," you tease and he laughs awkwardly as you are both trotting into the parking lot.

"But, um," he rumbles in a far more sober tone, he pulls you to a stop, facing you directly. "I want to take you out." You tense as he says this.

"Oh." You sigh and glance around as you think. You shift on your feet as he tilts his face to the side. "You do?" You ask.

Eddie gives an awkward chuckle. "You don't?" He prompts. You teeter on your toes for a moment.

"I think it's more complicated than that, Eddie," you tell him softly, "but I'm... open to talking about it." He wets his lips and steps closer, eyes sliding across your eyes.

"Honey," he hums, "You don't have to go out with me, but... answer me this," he uses the knuckle of his free hand to nudge your chin up a bit, "Do you want... me?"

The air smells earthy. A contradiction in itself as dead leaves skirt across the asphalt of the draining parking lot. Eddie was washing his vulnerability across your skin with the trial of his voice. It was braver than you had any right to enjoy, but after a moment of thought you feel the need to meet him on that level, to share in that vulnerability so it wouldn't be quite so scary.

Your free hand drifts across his jean vest, taking in the coarse fabric as you reach for the collar. You grasp it firmly before pulling him closer to you. You breathe deeply before sighing out, "Yes."

It's simple as he nods. "That's so stupid of you," he responds with a nervous smile.

"Only if you make it so," you reply with a warning and he breathes shakily. You release him by the collar and continue pulling him to his van. He rushes to get to the passenger side for you, swinging the door open. "Thank you," you chirp and climb in. He trots around to the other side and slides into the driver's seat.

There is a heavy moment of silence as you glance at each other. "So, when I had you teach me something," you start as he twists to face you in the seat, "I wanted to model the studying after how you teach. I figure that's the easiest way for you to learn."

Eddie's eyebrows tilt up. "What was your conclusion?"

"Kinesthetic mostly," he gives you a crumpled look. "Hands on. You need to be apart of it, to tinker."

"How do you learn?"

"Writing and visually. The four main groups are kinesthetic, writing, visual, and audio. You are more audio and kinesthetic, if you're learning to play songs by ear." He tilts his head at you with interest. "So, that being said, you've responded the best so far to... motivation and you get distracted when your bored so I was worried that the motivation might get boring for you."

Eddie barks a laugh at you, eyes glittering. "Jeez, your brain is like a supercomputer, I swear." Your face twists at that and you bite your lip as Eddie's smile fades. "Hey, it's a compliment. I swear," he urges.

"I..." you start and fade off.

Eddie takes a deep frustrated breath and looks out at the parking lot. "I know I try to get under your skin," he starts, "but I hate it when you make that face. It kind of makes me sick to my stomach. It's not as fun as I expect it to be. So what did I say, that's the second time now."

You fiddle with the strap on your bag for a moment, fighting the tears away. "'I’m not a robot, Eddie. I have emotions and thoughts and... I don't always get... what's said in between the words. Logic is easier... that doesn't make me less human." A hand skirts across to brace on your knee and your stomach jumps.

"If anything," he coaxes, "it makes you superhuman. Better than the rest of us." You spare a glance over at him and find soulful, brown eyes glittering at you. "I've never met anyone who just... understands. I watch and I see, but you, you watch and you understand. I see the gears turning in your head all of the time. I wish I had that setting."

"It's not a setting, it's all the time. I can't just switch it off. My brain never stops." Eddie smiles at you, eyes crinkling with empathy.

"I think I understand that better than most. It's like fighting nature itself. Never a quiet moment." You nod at him, sighing out with some relief that he understood. He could conceptualize how you operated.

"Exactly."

Eddie's smile widens. "So, do I still get my surprise?"

It's your turn to smile at the way he defuses your tension. "Of course," you reply as he gives you a gentle squeeze of your thigh. You draw the cardboard out of your bag to reveal a spinning dial, expertly color coded. You present it to him as he laughs. "We could fill in with little things that if you're sick of my cookies or something you can spin for a possible change."

"I get to pick things out?" He chirps.

"Sure, as long as we both agree." Eddie grins maliciously and his fingers pinch the tender skin on the inside of your thigh, making you squeak and swat at his hand. His eyes widen.

"Are you ticklish?" He rumbles playfully.

"Eddie, you've got like five more minutes..." you warn sternly, pushing his hand away with an embarrassed glare. He pouts and leans in towards your face, eyes lit up like a cat that's noticed a mouse.

"Okay, okay... is that long enough for me to get the reward for my 'B-'?" Your cheeks flush further and you glance into the back of his van. That could be secluded enough you think.

"Okay," you hum softly and his eyebrows raise with delight.

"Really?"

"Mhmm." You nod your head towards the back of his van and he darts, snatching your hand to pull you after him.

"Please tell me I can unwrap you like a present," he begs and the way he asks makes your knees tremble enough that you wobble and stumble down on them after you've barely made it past the front seats. Eddie's eyes go wide as he tries to soften your fall.

"Ah, sorry!" You chirp, a little frazzled as you attempt to give him an embarrassed smile.

His grin etched across his face, full of salacious cues. "What, that get you excited, pretty girl?"

Your cheeks flare with heat as your brain sparks out and he must see it written on your face because his laugh is out right evil. He's corrosive to your steely exterior and there was nothing you could do to stop that. The only thing rotating through your head was Eddie's voice saying pretty girl on repeat.

Was that really all it took to fry your circuits?

"Uh-huh," fell from your mouth before you could stop it.

Eddie's face freezes, too as you cave into him. It was an excellent example of just how easy you were to bend under the right circumstances. Eddie swallows before giving you a possibly nervous laugh and kneeling down with you.

"I-I mean... shit," you say, hands covering your face in horror. Your nervous break has Eddie grinning and pulling your hands away from your mouth. "I didn't... mean to-to say that-that." You squeeze your eyes shut and your lip wobbles because the repeating words begin.

Eddie sets your palms down in your lap as he gives you a chuckle, wetting his lips. "I think I could use a little more of your honesty," he rasps and your breath hitches as he reaches for your waist, untucking your shirt and sweater with a wiggling motion from where they are secured in the waistband of your jeans.

You don't trust yourself to speak, not when he's staring right at you with those endless eyes. He's barely (technically not even) touching you and your chest is expanding deeper and deeper with each breath.

If you could only see inside his head, every ounce of delicate nervousness would be washed away. Every conscious moment had you. He felt like he was fourteen all over again, springing erections at the very smell of you or the curl of your shy smiles, the ones that had lingering of heat at the edges. The idea of you giving yourself over to him so easily.

If it had been any other girl, he'd have been excited, sure. He was twenty and a pretty girl offering her services as a reward would have simply been a brag. But it was you. You who had seemed so immune to his ridiculous boyish crush for years. You who had been impervious to every flirt he'd attempted throughout the years. You who was smarter than anyone he'd ever met. You who didn't give a shit if you were a cheerleader or if you were dating a jock. You who'd actually had a sense of justice. You... who offered yourself to him ooohhh so sweetly in his bedroom after a tearfilled confession.

It was torture.

He'd had to fuck his fist three times after you left that night just to be able to get rid of the ever-returning erection. Hell, you'd given him more than enough to work with.

"Fuck," he groans as he peels the sweater up over your head and you happily help but lifting your arms. "You don't even know how hot you look right now."

It makes you whimper.

Eddie freezes as he stares at you, his own chest rising and falling heavily. His fingers tremble as they work your buttons loose. The sounds of shaky breathing and the soft press of fabric sliding on fabric is filling the inside of the enclosed space. It's a little too stuffy in here but that makes your heart pound harder as his fingers glide gently over the skin of your shoulders.

It hitches your breath, the heat of his palms as he pushes the open blouse off your shoulders. Your brain, as if to prove your earlier conversation wrong, melts in the heat of the moment until you can't think. Those eyes scorch your skin as he takes in the silky hold of your breasts. He hooks his index fingers through the straps and drags them slowly down, savoring unwrapping you.

"Jesus Christ," he mutters, face crumbling in distress as you feel the fabric flip under your breasts. His face is twisted as his eyes take a moment to dart up to yours. He opens his mouth to say something, but all that falls out is another soft, "Jesus Christ."

He looks closer to tears than you've ever seen. It's what drives you to lift up onto your knees and push closer, cupping his head in your hands. He's so close you can feel his damp breath breeze across your breasts. His hands rise to cradle your waist, sliding up you until with a jerk you're in his lap and gasping.

Your sternum collides a bit with his forehead as his hands start to creep upward. You smack his hands and he jerks away to stare at you like a kicked puppy. It almost works.

"What?"

"'B+'," you reply. "You... you've earned the right to... see them, and to... a picture, but you-you haven't earned feeling them," you whisper, voice already fighting to come out. Eddie's gaze softens and he nods obediently.

"Look so good," he sighs. "So good." There is a mutual understanding, the dangling that if he really wanted to, he could. He was inches away from his fingers gliding up to caress you in the way you ached for. Barely a breath away from scooping up your nipple with his tongue to taste. “Did you touch yourself to the thought of my rewards?” He asks, fingers dancing sweetly over your waist again.

A shuddering sigh leaves you and you swallow the saliva building in your mouth. Your thumbs trace his cheek bones. “Every night since you offered to touch me,” you manage on the edge of a sigh, cheeks deepening with color. Your eyes float up to gauge his reaction, flutter with the desire to turn away. His fingers tighten and knead the skin of your waist.

His mouth goes slack with want, eyes boring into yours. “I love your honesty. You’re being so good,” he praises softly.

It felt kind of torturous but as he adjusts you feel something nudge your center and your eyes snap down to the shape at the front of his pants. "He doesn't lie, you know," he promises you.

"No?" You find yourself smiling with mild amusement. "It's not like Pinocchio?" Eddie grins nearly drunkenly at your poor joke.

"The polar opposite... save for being woody," he rumbles back and juts his chin in your direction. He's staring at your mouth, his hands finding purchase on your hips, thumbs rubbing little circles over your skin, sending tingles down your legs.

You sink curiously down into his lap and his eyes seal shut with a rather deep intake of his breath. Your heart is hammering at the sight as you feel yourself pulse against him. As he breathes out his eyes hood at you, mouth tilting towards yours.

You lean back with your shoulders, just barely out of reach of his kiss. A taunted groan rumbles in his chest. "No?" He hums.

You wet your lips, a demure smile spreading across your mouth as you shake your head at him. You find yourself biting your lower lips to keep you grounded.

"What do I have to do to earn that then?" He asks.

"Add it to the-the wheel?" You offer and his smile is stretching affectionately across his face. He sighs softly.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Eddie! You better get your ass out here!" Gareth roars as you're both scrambling in the back of the van.

Eddie launches you onto your back beside him as he scrambles up to the driver's seat and rolls the manual window down. It nearly knocks the adrenaline out of you as he grumbles about 'these friends cockblocking him'.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Eddie snarls as you're sliding your straps back in place and searching for your blouse.

"My problem? Dude, get out here! We're ready to start our campaign and you said 'fifteen minutes' twenty... two minutes ago."

"Gareth," Eddie seethes as you button the front of your shirt, not bothering with all of them before scrambling to put your sweater on.

"No- Eddie, get the fuck out here? What's more important than-" but then you're making contact with Gareth as you're tucking in your shirt, hair still tucked into both aspects of clothing. Eddie glances in the rear view mirror as you flush with embarrassment.

"Shit," Eddie sighs.

"You're really boning the valedictorian?" Gareth demands.

"No!" Eddie snaps. "We're not boning, okay?"

"Really?" His friend scoffs. "Just get in here!"

With that, Eddie gives a frustrated groan and rolls the window up, Gareth already left your slot of the window. When he twists around you give him a little wicked giggle that makes his eyebrows creep up his face.

"You think that's funny?" He accuses, eyes glinting as you giggle uncontrollably harder, hand covering your mouth as you shake your head at him. "Are you sure?" He teases creeping closer to you. Your giggles are getting more wicked until he's moving fast and you're all but tackled to the floor of his van.

Eddie pins your hands to the carpet, hovering directly in your face. "You better get your ass inside," you hum, "your subjects are waiting."

"But you see, there's one more nefarious thing that I must do."

"What's tha-ahmpf!" Eddie's mouth is on yours before you can finish your question, eyes widening as he intertwines your fingers. That heat you were feeling starts flooding your body back.

He's straddling you, and yet somehow his weight isn't enough. He's not resting against the one place you need it. But your mouth parts to mimic his hesitantly, regardless of your lower protests. You copy him, gasping quietly into his mouth, before he pulls back.

He sits back then, grinning down at you on the floor below him, flushed and pouting. "Had to steal a kiss from the princess in secret," he jokes, "don't pout, I'll earn my next one."

"I... want another one," you murmur and his eyes light up like a kid on Christmas. His warm laughter bounces off the walls of the van.

"Next time, we've got to go," he chirps and pulls you up.

"Do I... look decent?" You ask untucking your hair and fluttering your hands over it, hoping it's not too obvious what you were doing in the back of the van.

"You look stunning," he urges with a wink and climbs up front.

More pounding startles you from the wall of the van.

"Not what I meant and you know it!" You hiss but he opens the passenger door and you both file out. You snag your bag from the front seat, leaving the unfinished wheel on the passenger seat instead.

"Oh, and Eddie," you call, turning towards the two boys, you fish your hand into the front pocket of your bag. "For that 'B'... and the extra credit." His eyes widen as you draw two polaroids out of your bag. You'd prepared six... just in case. Six you thought looked good. There were more among the ash in your fireplace at home that were awkward angles (close to twenty more).

You can't look as you draw them out, too indecisive on which ones he'd like. He's in front of you like an obedient dog in an instant, taking them like it's gospel.

"You were walking around all day with these in your locker?" He demands as Gareth tries to peek only to be met with a literal pushy Eddie. You grin, flushed deep pink, surely. His gaze goes gummy with heat again, melting under your soft seduction that you’re beginning to lean into. He was nothing but putty to your soft and genuine admiration of him. You’re finding how responsive he is to the warm and sticky center that he’s managed to find in the maze of your steel barricade.

"Bye, Eddie." You hum, thrilled with surprising and delighting him.

"Bye, Honey," Eddie teases back, dazed as you turn on heel.

"Have fun with your board game club," you toss back and manage to get Gareth to snort. Eddie's eyes narrow on your own form retreating towards your car.

"What's that?" You hear his friend demand.

"I'll take your hand off. You’re not looking." You smile to yourself, stealing glances over your shoulder as the boys roughhouse.

Your first kiss stolen with the most delicious thievery you’ve ever tasted; the ghosting memory enchants your lips. You can still feel the heat of his calloused hands drifting over your thrumming skin. The scent of him, wearing on the day, still clinging to you as you settle into your car.

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p4ndawrites · 26 days

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Love never felt easier

Tags: Female Reader, love interest insert, no mention of Y/N

Hey Guys! So this is just me getting back into writing so sorry if it's a bit rusty. Eitherway I hope you enjoy!

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She loved him. Didn't she?

The constant thrum of her heartbeat that spiked when he was around had proven that. Though she played it off easily considering how playful she was around others, but surely…

Surely, this was different.

Perhaps it started with the small things, like noticing the way he would tap his pencil on the desk to fill the silence, the constant 'ticking' serving as a way for others to know that he was bored. Or how he wasn't afraid to be himself even if others thought negatively about him. The happy, over-the-top personality that somehow made it so much easier to hide the growing feelings she felt under a veil of irritation yet also made it difficult to hide the smile that almost always appeared when he was around.

When had it even started? Was it after she threatened to hit him with her bag? Or was it when she asked him over for their weekly movie night?

Maybe it had started when he had stayed over the night last month and woke to her silent sobs that she thought she could get out without waking him. When he wrapped his arms around her, teasing her in hopes her anger would overtake her sadness (no one said he was good at comforting others, but the thought counts) because he'd rather see her yelling than crying. How she had woken up that morning to his blanket being thrown over her own, him lying asleep on the other couch that somehow had been pulled closer to her own.

Or maybe, just maybe it had been because he never spoke of it again. He would tease and nag, but he'd never ask her why she was crying because he knew that she would have told him if she were comfortable with it.

Either way, the point is that she fell for him, hadn't she? Every action, every smile, every word, she had softened quite a bit recently towards him. No longer would she snap at him as much as she did before, seeming to go for more of a teasing approach just to see his smile widen as he took on the challenge.

Now that she thinks about it, she probably had been in love with him for a while and only realized it now when it was too much to ignore. People seem to think that it's easy for one to notice when their feelings change for someone, but how do you know when everything feels the same?

Same words, different font.

The point is, she's pretty sure that she fell for him. Now what should she do? No one gave detailed instructions on how to deal with the emotion, and now she was completely in the dark.

But all in all, no matter how irritating he may be and how many times she wished he had an off switch, she's glad she fell for him.

Because even though she's in the dark about what to do now, he'll be the light to pull her out of it.

He always is.

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Toge Inumaki’s life has always revolved around his voice. Or, the lack thereof honestly. Having such a limited speech always left him wondering about what his life could be like if he could actually say the things he wanted. Would he still be on the same path as he was today? Would he still be a third year at Jujutsu High?

Would he still be pining after you, too?

He’s had a thing for you since you joined in the middle of his second year, and everyone has managed to find out about his little crush. Everyone but you, it seems. Yuuta and Panda tease him for it, always whispering between themselves when Toge finds himself alone with you for any reason - and he enjoys being alone with you, so it happens pretty often. But the two of you whisper between yourselves, usually with Toge writing what he has to say with a neat font in his notebook or typing away on a phone. He finds you endearing when your face is illuminated by the phone screen, eyes sparkling as you skim over whatever silly message he’s curated for you and only you to see.

And just once, just for a second, his deepest desire is to spill his guts out to you. He wants to be able to say how he feels. To whisper it like you are now about Maki’s ever growing crush on Yuuta, to scream it from rooftops and let everyone who could ever wonder how he feels know that this is it. That you are for him, and he hopes and wishes and prays that maybe he is for you.

But, he can’t.

He is always brought back to that fact. When you’re pressed against his side for movie nights on the tiny couch in the common room with Itadori and Megumi, the reminder hammers itself into his chest, and he feels like he has to hold his breath as he watches you laugh at something Itadori says. These people, your friends, his friends. You can have real relationships with them. You can joke around with them and have them banter in return and he doesn’t get to have that. When he makes his way back to his room that night, he feels that same bitter swell in his chest.

You have a small feeling something is wrong with Toge. After the movie, his entire demeanor seemed to shift and he left without so much as a goodbye. It hurt, honestly. If something was wrong, he’d come to talk to you about it . . . right? Maybe he felt like it was something he couldn’t bring up to you? But that was silly, he can bring up anything to you. Your internal argument was cut short by a soft knock on your door. You almost jump at the sound, crawling out of bed to see who could be there. Toge stands in front of you, eyes widening as if he didn’t expect you to actually be in your room. His fingers flex against his notebook, staring at you for a second longer than necessary before he looks down at the page already open.

“Is something wrong, Toge?” You ask so softly, he relishes in the way your voice is laced with concern.

He flips to a new page and scribbles onto the fresh sheet. He turns the page to you.

I’m ok. Just wanted to say goodnight.

“All the way here for a goodnight?” Your small laugh makes him melt, and he’s happy he decided to not rot in his room alone from the earlier emotions, “You could’ve just texted me,” you continue, ”but I’m glad you came by.”

Your sentence runs off like you want to say more, but there’s a pregnant pause that turns to comfortable silence. You lean against the doorframe when he continues to write on the page.

Glad why?

“You left so suddenly after the movie.” You hum, eyeing him for any little motions that could show you what he’s thinking. “I was just worried.” He’s glad his shirt covers his cheeks, or you’d see him flush pink.

No reason to worry, he writes, I’m fine now

“So something was wrong earlier?” You accuse him and he hates how easily you can read him, hates even more how your smile turns to a frown. But, neither of you move to clarify further, your arms crossing over your chest and staring at him in what feels like a battle of wills. Toge isn’t faltering, though, fingering at the previous page he’d written on but not breaking the eye contact as if it’d make you back down instead.

This goes on for what feels like forever, but very well could’ve been less than a minute, before Toge sighs. He knows you well enough that you won’t step down, he doesn’t know why he imagined you would in this moment.

I’m fine now. He points at the previous scratch of pen on the paper, hoping maybe you’ll drop it if he assures you he’s okay, but you only glance down at the paper then you’re back to staring at him with the same intensity as before. “Why didn’t you come talk to me if something was wrong?”

He can tell you’re really hurt by the way your jaw clenches. Maybe he was selfish for just leaving while his emotions festered. Maybe he was selfish for not thinking about how you’d feel. He hesitates, flipping back a page in the notebook and skimming over what’s written and then looking back at you.

In some force of will, he passes you the notebook.

At first glance, it looks like a whole lot of scribbles. Bundles of words written in various colors of ink with scratches marked through most. Nothing like the neat and tidy font you’re used to, but still more than legible.

Inumaki holds his breath as he watches your eyes dance around the page, wishing the floor would swallow him rather than have to wait for you to pass your judgment down on him.

You read the page once. Then twice. Then a third time, just to be sure you're understanding it properly.

I wish I could I want to be able to You are everything to me I wish I was able to tell you this myself. I hate my inability to actually speak to you. I hate how everyone else can interact with you on a different level. I want to be able to have what you have with everyone but I can't. I adore care about you so much and it feels like there’s nothing I can do about it. I hate my ability. I hate what my ability limits me to. I just want you to know I love you I care about you a lot.

There’s a short inhale from you, before you finally look at him with your lip pulled between your teeth.

“You serious, Inumaki?” You lean forward to peek out into the hall, looking down both sides as if someone might be lingering around the corner, “Is Yuuta or Panda putting you up to this? Because it’s not funny-” You look back at him and he gestures back to the notebook. It takes you a full second to understand what he wants, still trying to process what is happening right now, but he gently takes the notebook from your hands himself and writes on the same page.

I’m serious. This is all me.

You feel like you could throw up.

“Toge-” You whisper his name and he can feel his heartbeat hammering in his ears, feels his face burning and his chest is aching, “you swear this isn’t a joke?”

I’m serious. He points to again, then writes I have never been more serious about anything in my life.

You read that sentence a couple of times over, still chewing at your lower lip, still not looking at him and for just a second, he wonders if maybe this was a mistake. If maybe he shouldn’t of come here and if maybe he shouldn’t of shown you that page -

And then you’re throwing yourself at him, it’s so sudden he thinks for a second the two of you might stumble over and fall, but you don’t. His arms hover at your sides, unsure where to place them or what to do or if this means what he thinks it means.

“You swear?” You say again, he feels your breath hit against his ear at the whisper, finally moving to nod and wrap his own arms around you and hold you like he’s dreamed of. And you almost laugh at the sensation, leaning back the tiniest amount to look at him, to take in his features and his expression as if you’re truly worried he’d be cruel enough to pull some kind of sick joke like this.

Then you’re pressing the softest kiss to his lips, and in his panic he’s unable to truly react to it. To you. When you pull away, you leave him chasing you with his own lips, never wanting the moment to end, and you only give a small giggle in return to such a pure action.

“Swear?” You offer one more time, as if his own reactions aren’t more than enough to solidify your answer. He draws back just far enough to put his hand between the two of you, pinky extended and you laugh such a genuine laugh as you wrap your own pinky around his. A promise made between the two of you.

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On the balcony (I) Pt.1

pairing: Gojo Satoru x female reader

genre: historical, romance, angst, slow burn smut, is that even a thing?

wordcount: 30k~

summary: Y/n gets her heart broken and Satoru figures that as her loyal knight, it is his duty to fix it, and bring karma upon those who dared to scorn her.

warnings: infidelity, biting, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, exhibitionism (?), slight dacryphilia.

date: 15-04-2024

info: I don't think I've ever written this much for just one story, damn... Anyway. So. This is LONG. If you're just her for the smut, and don't care about the backstory (no judgment), skip to the line of stars (*). If you don't like smut at all, maybe just... Don't read this.

Y/n leans further towards the mirror, squinting at her reflection. "Gods, that fucking dress, just why..." She hears a cough behind her and when she looks back sees that it's just her guard, leaning against the doorframe.

"Satoru." She can see him try to hold back his laughter. He coughs again, to hide another chuckle. "You look marvelous, your highness, for a moment I thought a mountain of ribbon- I mean an angel, had descended to us from the skies." She glares at him. "Shush. Apparently this is the newest fashion here. Supposedly the crown prince is very fond of... Accessories." She glances back at the mirror, only to flinch at the amount of shiny stuff draped all over her. "... I look like a Yuletide tree." "Indeed you do your Highness." She glares at him. He shrugs. "Your words, not mine." He tilts his head at her. "Are you quite sure that your fiancé is not a bird? Supposedly they too are very font of shiny things." She scoffs. "Are you accusing me of falling in love with a bird?" Satoru is silent for a moment and she looks over at him questioningly. He looks away. "You never know your highness, he might be very good at hiding it." She rolls her eyes at him, "Right, well if I ever catch him laying an egg I'll let you know." Satoru chuckles and pushes away from the doorframe. "Well, enough with the gossip, I came to escort you to the entry hall, our dear prince Goose must already be waiting." She shoots up from her chair. "What? He's already waiting?! Why didn't you say that immediately??" She hurries to grab her fan and her shoes. Satoru shrugs again. "A little waiting won't kill him." She glares at him over her shoulder as she struggles to get into her heels. "Gods why is this dress so big? What a truly horrid abomination. And I can't even breathe, or bend for that matter!! That servant girl must have been an assassin! I was certain she was going to break my ribs with how tight she laced this horrid corset." As she grumbles and curses, struggling to even find her shoes under the mountain of fabric, Satoru just chuckles at her antics.

"A bit unsightly for a noble empress to-be, don't you think?" The looks she throws back at him could have killed many a person, but Satoru just shakes his head and sighs. "Haaa, fine, I guess I'll have to help you, before your dear prince Duck comes to look for you and sees you like... This." He waves his hand at her general area. She huffs at him, "Stop calling him names! And yes. Please. Help." She grumbles at how labored her breathing is just from this. "How do they plan to have me dance in this construction? I could faint at any moment!" Satoru walks over to her and picks up the heels, frowning at them. "That is if you don't break your ankles first. But don't worry! If you fall, I'll just catch you!" She side-eyes him. "Will you now?" He grins. "No. But I'll pick you up once I'm done laughing."

Y/n heaves a deep sigh as she lets herself fall down in a chair, raising one foot in his direction. "Pretty sure this would count as treason. I could have you beheaded, you know." He tilts his head at her innocently. "But then who will put on these shoes for you?" She tsks at him. "Fine. You get to live. Just hurry up, I'm already late because of you." He smiles and shrugs. "As you wish your highness."

He gently takes her feet and puts on her heels. After readjusting her dress and getting up he pats the dust off his knees. "You know. In this kingdom modesty is pretty important no?" Y/n raises an eyebrow at him. "Yes, I'd argue that they are even more conservative than our own home country, why do you ask?" He grins at her. "I was just thinking that even if my disrespect doesn't get me beheaded, the fact that I have touched your ankles just might." Y/n blushes bright red. "Why must you make it sound like that?!" His grin widens. "Your face is why." She glares at him as she gets up. "Enough with your nonsense, we must go." She stomps past him through the door. He chuckles before picking up the fan she forgot and following her.

Once in the hallway they both automatically fall into their own roles, a noble princess and her loyal guard. Y/n might enjoy their casual friendship behind closed doors, but they can't show that in public. She sighs under her breath, thinking about the constant acting performance that is her life. Even with her own family she could rarely be herself, as they were almost never truly alone, and even when they were, they were still always aware of their positions. That's also exactly why she hired Satoru.

The first time she met him, he hadn't been aware of her identity. She had snuck outside, disguised as a commoner, something she would often do.

She feels a pang in her heart at the knowledge that from now on that would never be possible again. The fiancé of the crown prince, the future empress... There was no way that she could ever play pretend here in this kingdom, it would be far too dangerous.

That time she had run into a group of boys from the academy, real lovely ones too... They had been in the middle of pressuring her to come with them when suddenly, one of them almost flew in her face, before hitting the floor. Where he had been standing was another student, albeit a far more disheveled one compared to the sleak ones surrounding her. The boy's shirt wasn't buttoned to the top, his tie hung loose and his sleeves were pushed up. He stood there, foot still raised from when he kicked her harasser, hands in his pockets, a sneer on his face. "Oi. What are you ugly bastards pulling now? I was already looking for you idiots to punish you for the last incident, but you're at it again?!" The group around Y/n flinches back at the sight of him, only their leader hesitantly standing his ground. "What do you think you're doing?! Just because you are in the disciplinary committee does not give you the right to harm other nobles! Do you not remember who our parents are??" The attacker scowls at him. "Actually, it does give me that right, and no of course I don't know who your parents are, because I don't care. I might look into it if I accidentally kill one of you pests tho, to inform your mommies. Feels like the polite thing to do." The leader unconsciously takes a step back, so that now all of them are basically hiding behind Y/n. She stares at them in disbelief, this is embarrassing to even look at.

The guy in front of her now focuses his attention on her. "Who are you? Are you also a student at the academy? I've never seen you before." She blanches. "No, I am merely a commoner, not a noble." He squints at her for a moment and then shrugs. "Right. Well, off you go. I have some business with these gentlemen." She quickly nods and hurries back towards the castle, having had enough excitement for one day.

Y/n has almost reached the fence surrounding the palace gardens when she suddenly hears footsteps, right behind her. She whips around but before she knows it, she is pinned against the alley wall. Looming over her is the disheveled student from before. One of his hands is pressed against the wall next to her head and the other still buried in his pocket. He stares at her. "Now milady. Who are you really?" She glares at him enraged. "I told you, I am a mere commoner! Let me go at once!" He chuckles and raises his eyebrows at her. "Really, you're still going with that? Please. You're no commoner." She reels at the confidence in his words. "And may I ask what has made you so certain that my words are false?" He laughs out loud this time, angering her even further. How dare that arrogant bastard laugh at her?! Who does he think he is? "Okay lady. First of all, not once have you used honorifics when talking to me." Her angry expression is replaced with a baffled one. "Honorifics? For a brat like you? Why on earth would I do that." The boy in front of her is clearly trying his best not to burst out laughing again, but when he continues talking she can still hear the small tremble in his voice. "Second of all. Look at yourself. You're as thin and weak as a twig, and these hands-" his empty hand grabs hers and holds I open, letting his thumb run over the soft skin "-have not worked a day in their lives." She rips her hand from his grasp and presses it against her chest, slowly starting to understand what he is getting at. A sly grin spreads over his face as he brings his face closer to hers. "And third of all, and most importantly, no commoner woman would ever dare glare at me like that."

Her eyes go wide, realizing just how stupid she had been. The boy in front of her finally takes a step back and folds his arms. "So milady, I have come to the conclusion that there are only several options regarding your identity." She pales. "What?" He taps his chin with his finger in thought. "The first option would be a hidden daughter from some count or perhaps a marquis. However that still wouldn't explain your arrogance towards me. Another option would be some rich, spoiled, merchant daughter. But for that the way you speak is far too much like that of a noble." He glances at her sour expression and grins. "That's why I believe the third option to be the most likely one." She tries to back away when he walks towards her, but her back is already against the wall and the only thing she can do is brace herself. A moment later she finds herself perplexed. She doesn't know what it was that she expected him to do, but it definitely wasn't this. He is in front of her, on one knee, pressing a soft kiss to her hand. "This loyal subject greets her imperial highness Y/n Nerea, third princess of Sarova, and future queen of the kingdom of Miran." Her shock only lasts a moment and she sighs. "So you actually figured it out. How troublesome." He grins up at her. "You made it quite easy, your highness." She stares at him. "You are still being surprisingly casual, seeing as you know my identity now."

The boy shrugs and gets up. "Well, it's not like there's much you can do about it, seeing as you're out here without permission." She bristles. "How are you so certain that that is the case?" He just gives her a flat stare in response. She huffs. "Fine. So what if I am, are you planning to inform my family?" He taps his chin as if deep in thought. "Hmmm, not such a bad idea I must say. It would certainly prove amusing I'm sure." She glares at him. "Enough with this charade already. What do you want from me." He grins at her. "I want you to help me become a knight." Y/n just blinks at him for a moment. "A knight? That is all? But why? As a noble, would you not be able to just become one by yourself? Why waste your wish on that."

The boy dramatically puts his hand over his eyes. "Oh if only it were that simple, but NO! You see, I am the first son of my family, and because of that I'll be forced to take over from my father in the future. They would never allow me to run off and become a knight." He grins as he glances at her around his hand. "That is of course, unless their very own princess demands it herself!" Y/n sighs and presses her hand against her forehead. "Is there anyone else who can inherit the title if you were to leave?" The boy nods at her eagerly. "Absolutely! In fact, I'd even say they are far more suited for the position than I am." "That couldn't be too hard", Y/n grumbles under her breath. "What was that your noble, kind Highness?" "Nothing. Anyway, all that you are asking of me is to request for you to be allowed to enter the knighthood?" The smile he gives her seems a tad too happy in her opinion and she frowns at him. "Indeed, your Highness. That is all. By the way, I'm not sure if this is of any importance, but it will soon be evening and the guards surrounding the castle will be doubled." Y/n's eyes shoot up to the sky and she realizes he is right, she curses under her breath. "Curse it, I have to hurry. Sir... What was your name again?" "Satoru." "Right, sure, sir Satoru, come to the ball next week, I too will make sure to attend just this once. Now I must take my leave." As Y/n hurries away Satoru can't help but grin at the sight of her. "How did she ever think to pass as a commoner, even just the way she walks..." He decides to follow her in secret, just to make sure that she reaches the castle safely. What he didn't expect to see was the princess, who had seemed utterly helpless to him before, climb the high castle fence with ease. Somehow avoiding the sharp spikes at the top and without even ripping her dress, she lets herself fall down on the other side, where she disappears into the shadows.

"THAT SLIMY LYING BASTARD!!" The dull thud of a book being thrown on the floor echoes against the walls. Y/n glares at the poor, innocent thing, just doing it's job. With a huff she picks it back up and finds the page she had been looking at. "Satoru Valorian. That bastard is the first son of house Valorian." She rubs her temples. Of course it was too good to be true. No wonder he had been so arrogant, he was the first son of one of the five Dukedoms Sarova, only the royal family was above him in rank. She curses her own stupidity, how could she not have asked him his family name, what was wrong with her?? She remembered how she forgot of course. He had tricked her, keeping her talking just long enough to make her panic as soon as he mentioned the time. She grits her teeth. Not only was he the future Duke, that other person capable of inheriting the position was none other than Livia Valorian, his sister. A woman. Women never inherited titles in Sarova. "Aaaarrgggghhhh!" She rubs her hands through her hair in frustration. "How dare that sneaky little brat trick me?!" She glares at his name on the page. "Just you wait. I'll make you regret this."

Finally the day of the ball is here, and Y/n is, of course, the center of attention. She has not shown herself at a single social function for over 5 years, so her presence today has almost doubled the amount of attendees.

It has been two hours of fake smiles and empty pleasantries before she finally runs into him. There is no trace of the disheveled, rude brat she met that day. Today Satoru truly looks like the future Duke. His suit is immaculate. Rich black fabric tailored perfectly to his frame, adorned by silver accessories and his hair styled out of his face. She almost scoffs at the difference, barely recognizing him at first, but keeping her composure beside a quick glance in his direction. Next to him are the current Duke and Duchess, along with their daughter, and possible future heir, Livia.

The Duke greets her with a slight bow. "It is an honor to finally meet you again, your highness, it's been far too long." She nods in acknowledgement. "Indeed it has been, dear Duke Valorian, in fact I believe the last time was almost 3 years ago now, was it not?" "It was, yes. That was the last time you attended a council meeting I believe. Your presence was dearly missed. The king used to be much less loud with you there." Y/n chuckles behind her fan. "Father does tend to get a bit... Excited at times." The Duchess laughs too. "Indeed he does, does he not? But in that passion lies the strength of our ruler." The Duke and Y/n nod their agreement, before Y/n focuses her attention on Satoru, her smile falling almost unnoticeably. "Ah, Satoru Valorian. We meet again." The Duke and Duchess look at him questioningly, but Satoru just smiles and bows. "Your Highness. It has been far too long." Y/n squints slightly. "Truly? To me it feels as if we only just met a week ago. The difference in how we perceive time truly is fascinating is it not?" Satoru keeps his head bowed. "Fascinating indeed, your highness." She glares at his hair before turning away. "Anyway, you must be Livia, I have heard many good things about you, but I don't believe that we have ever had the pleasure of being introduced." The girl jumps a bit at the sudden attention, but then hastily drops into a bow. "I am honored that you have heard of me, your Highness. I am very glad to finally be able to meet you." Y/n smiles at her before looking at her parents. "You truly do have a lovely daughter. I had heard many rumors about both her beauty and her manners. I see now that they were true." The Duchess smiles softly as she looks at her daughter. "Yes. We are very proud of her. There is nothing that she has not excelled at thus far." The Duke nods solemnly.

Y/n smiles behind her fan, this should make things slightly easier, though probably not much. "Lord and lady Valorian, I have something that I would like to discuss with you..." She looks down at the floor and frowns for a moment, as if struggling with what to say next. The Duke chimes up quickly. "Whatever it is that is bothering your highness, we will do our utmost to assist you, please do tell us what is on your mind." Y/n smiles at him gratefully. "You are too kind dear Duke, but this is not such an easy matter. Assisting me would prove very difficult for your house, and yet I must at least dare ask it." The Duke and Duchess frown at each other at the worrisome words. "Let us speak in private then." Y/n nods and leads them to the room she had prepared in advance. As they leave she can see Satoru furrow his brow at her. She hides her grin behind her fan. He must be very confused at how she is going about this.

Once seated in the private room Y/n folds her fan and puts it on the table. "The request I have concerns your son, Satoru Valorian." The two parents exchange a glance before the Duke seeks up. "Are we right to believe that this matter you speak of is not an engagement?" Y/n smiles and shakes her head. "Indeed it is not, for while a union with house Valorian would certainly be fortunate, as you know my hand has already been promised to another." They nod in agreement. "The matter I speak of is the selection of my personal guard and right hand when I move to the country of my fiancé." The Duchess looks startled at her words, while the Duke just frowns. "Are you asking us to allow our heir to become your second in command, and leave for Miran with you? Y/n nods. "Of course, I am aware of how ridiculous my request must seem to you. What I am asking of you is to basically give up your heir to me, but please do allow me to explain why I am even suggesting this." The two people in front of her look hesitant, but still slowly nod at her. "First I would like to explain why Satoru is the one I chose, and not any other capable noble. The first thing you should know is that the two of us have met before, although he was at first not aware of my identity. I had heard many tales of his prowess in battle, but that day he proved it when he saved me from a group of criminals."

The Duchess gasps and Y/n almost feels guilty for slightly exaggerating. "I need someone who I can trust to protect me, not only in the physical sense, although your son is clearly capable of that as well. What I need is someone who can stand alongside me both in the social and political world, and for that, they must be well-versed in the ways of the high nobility and from a powerful family." The Duke frowns but nods understandingly. "I understand what you are saying, but why our son specifically? As you must well know most of the other Dukedoms also have sons of a fitting age and with suitable skill sets." Y/n shakes her head. "I have done a lot of research the past few years, and none of them compare. Then of course, there is the fact that Satoru has already saved my life, but most of all, it is the fact that your family has the best second option for an heir." The Duke looks at her very confused." Could you explain what you mean by that, your highness? Are you perhaps referring to my nephew? He might be quite bright but-" Y/n shakes her head again. ”My most important thought during my research was that my decision could in no way weaken any of the houses, and house Valorian was my first choice, because you-", she looks over at the Duchess, before looking back at the Duke, "-have Livia."

For a moment they are both silent, but then they both speak up. "What are you saying your highness?", the Duke exclaims, while at the same time his time mumbles in thought, "She is right." The Duke whips his head around to stare at his wife in disbelief. "Dear, what-" She glares at him. "Why are you reacting like this, you too know of Livia's talents, why would she not be a suitable heir?" The Duke is stupefied for a moment. "But dear, our daughter, she is very bright, but she..." "Is a woman?" Y/n asks. The both of them look at her, and the Duke nods hesitantly, realizing that he is not only risking to offend his wife, but also the princess. She smiles to reassure him. "I understand your hesitation, as it is very rare for women in this kingdom to inherit titles, however you should know that it is in no way against the law." The Duchess throws the Duke a look. "So you say, your Highness." The Duke almost seems to wince a bit but still speaks up. "While that may be true, it is extremely unconventional, not to mention dangerous. Who is to say how many struggles our daughter will face that she otherwise would not." Y/n thinks for a moment before she speaks again. "I will let you in on some highly restricted information, but I trust that you will never utter a word about this outside of this room." They exchange a glance before nodding. "As you well know my oldest brother is currently considered the heir for the throne by the public. However, this is officially not the case. In fact, if my father is to be believed, the most likely future monarch is my oldest sister. The Duchess gasps and presses her hand against her mouth. "Truly? A ruling empress?" Y/n nods silently. The Duke just stares at her for a moment. "So our Livia would not be the first, and when her time comes there would be an empress?" Y/n nods again, smiling at them both as they look at each other. "Well.. Then... I suppose we have no reason to refuse." The Duke still seems in a bit of a daze as he says that. "That is, unless either of our children disagrees of course.", the Duchess chimes in. All three of them nod and agree, and soon they head back to the main hall.

"I can't believe you did this to me." Satoru sits in front of her, his expression one of pure disbelief. Y/n calmly lifts her teacup to her lips. "You asked me to make you a knight. You should have been more specific if you had a certain position in mind. "I didn't expect you to turn me into your own glorified assistant?!" She shrugs and still doesn't bother looking at him. "I suppose we both got tricked in the end. Oh well, at least I got a little helpe- I mean partner, out of it." He groans and dramatically flops down on the sofa. "The whole point was to avoid all that damned paperwork, but now I'll still be doing the same thing, only I'm not even doing it for myself!" Y/n rolls her eyes at his antics. "Oh shush, I know you only did it for your sister so stop pretending already." He opens one eye to stare at her, then sits up with a shrug. "Fine. But I'm still pissed that you're dragging me all the way to that horribly boring kingdom." She sighs and looks up at the ceiling. "Believe me I am not too thrilled about it either. I will basically become a throne decoration. An accessory for the king, without any real authority. It's quite depressing really." Satoru leans back with his arms draped over the back of the couch and frowns at her. "Then why are you even going..." Y/n chuckles humorlessly. "In the first place it's to make it easier for my sister once she becomes empress. Even an old-fashioned kingdom such as theirs will have a hard time being openly hostile towards the homeland of their queen. Not to mention that the king will be my husband, so my sister would become his family." She smiles softly." And then of course, there is my fiancé. We've known each other since we were kids, we've been engaged just as long. My whole life I've known that I would become his wife, so I can't even imagine anything else at this point. I have no idea what I would do if our engagement were ever to be broken." Satoru just stares at her for a moment. "Well I guess that means I should get ready to move sometime in the near future." Y/n shakes her head. "I will be residing here until the year of my marriage, so it will still be a few years. Worry not, however, there is plenty of work for you to do here too."

Y/n softly chuckles to herself as they walk towards the entry hall. "What is on your mind, your highness?", Satoru asks from behind her. "Oh nothing important, I was just reminded of the face you made when your parents first told you about my proposal. It was truly delightful." She can almost feel him scowling at her back. "I am glad that my misery amuses your highness." Y/n chuckles again. "It always does."

They fall silent as they near the hall where the crown prince is supposed to be waiting. And indeed, as they round the corner her fiancé's eyes find Y/n immediately. "My love! There you are! I was starting to worry." Y/n smiles up at him. "My apologies your highness, it took me some time to get dressed." The crown prince walks up to her, while scanning her figure. He takes her hand and brings it to his lips. "You look absolutely mesmerizing my love, you will be the brightest star at the ball." A soft coughing sounds from behind her and Y/n freezes before subtly glaring back at Satoru. Her fiancé also looks over her shoulder. "Ah, lord Valerion. My apologies, I hadn't noticed you, did you only just arrive?" Satoru bows. "Indeed your highness, I was escorting my lady." The crown prince's polite smile wavers for a moment but then it's back to normal. "Ah. I see. My thanks for escorting my fiancee to me. I'll take it from here, so please, do go and enjoy the festivities." Satoru nods at the prince, before handing Y/n her fan and bowing to them both. He glances at her one more time, and then leaves to go to the entrance downstairs.

The crown prince watches him go before refocusing his attention on Y/n. "Your servant is very loyal." She looks at him questioningly. "Indeed, he is my most trusted assistant." Her fiancé just looks at her for a moment before turning away. "We should go." He holds out his arm for her to take and together they enter the ball. Everyone watches as the two of them descent the stairs together, have their first dance together, and then greet the guests together. Truly the perfect pair, a handsome, charming, future king, and his beautiful future bride. After they have completed their rounds the crown prince is called away by one of his subordinates for a moment. Y/n takes that chance to flee from the limelight and towards Satoru, who is waiting for her at the edge of the room, already extending a glass of champagne. What neither of them notice is how the crown prince's eyes are glued to the both of them, a scowl pulling on his lips.

"Gods I am so sick and tired of these balls. Why must they have so many here?" Satoru chuckles at her grumbling. "Well your dear mother in law must waste the people's tax money on SOMETHING, right." Y/n groans. "It would seem that she must, yes." They sip their drinks and silently look around the hall. It is once again completely different from how it looked the last time, a few weeks ago. All the chandeliers have been replaced, as well as the curtains and basically all other furniture. The place is massive, yet it is filled to the brim with guests and tables with high quality foods and beverages. Satoru snorts at the sight of a group of ladies that walk by them and Y/n gives him a quick hit with her fan. "At least be subtle about it will you?" Satoru rubs the sore spot on his shoulder. "You know your highness, I was worried that you would stand out tonight, but it seems my fear was needless. Compared to some of these ladies your dress is downright sober. And did you see that cackling flock that walked by just now?" Y/n nods slowly. "Some of these esteemed guests do have a striking similarity with bejeweled chicke- Oop. I forget myself." She glares at him from behind her fan. "It would seem that your bad manners are starting to rub off on me." Satoru just shrugs and grins. "Honesty is a virtue your highness." "Pft. Right. That's very convincing coming from you." Y/n sighs as she puts down her empty glass. "I've ignored my duty for long enough, I should go and rejoin his highness." Satoru raises his glass at her in salute. "I'll watch your back. From-", he takes a big sip, "right here." She rolls her eyes at him and leaves to go find her fiancé. After making another full circle and talking to countless nobles, Y/n's feet are killing her, but she still hasn't found the crown prince. "Where could he have gone.." she mumbles under her breath as she makes her way to an adjacent corridor, which leads to the powder rooms. Oh well, he must have been pulled into some kind of meeting she supposes. She softly curses as she feels her feet throbbing in her heels. She can't wait to sit down in one of the resting rooms for a moment. As she searches for an empty room she hears a high pitched giggle, followed by a moan, from behind one of the doors. She scoffs. Okay, so not that room at least.

She is about to walk past when another sound catches her attention, or more specifically, a voice. She freezes. No, that can't be, she must have misheard. She hesitantly walks up to the door, trying to hear who's inside. Another squeaky giggle. "Oh myyy, your majesty, stop it! You're teasing me!" Y/n frowns, 'Your majesty'?, the king?! It couldn't be! She looks around before leaning closer to the door, putting her ear against it. "So? What are you going to do about it sweetheart?" Y/n reels back, almost stumbling over herself. She claps her hands over her mouth. No. There's now way. This can't be happening. That voice... It's his, it is definitely his, but that would mean... Her initial shock is immediately replaced by bright red rage. This absolute scum! She left behind everything for him, dedicated her whole life to becoming the perfect queen, and he DARES?! She doesn't hesitate for even a moment longer. Without a second thought she steps forward and throws open the doors. The scene she finds is even more infuriating than she could have imagined. There he is, her lovely little bastard of a fiancé, lounging on a couch, arms draped over the back and his legs spread just far enough to fit the young lady at his feet. The girl is kneeling on the floor, her head between his legs and her long red nails digging into his thighs. The upper half of her dress is undone, probably to give him the perfect view of her bosom. The moment Y/n storms in, her eyes meet those of her fiancé and he freezes. The only accurate way to describe the look in his eyes in that moment, is pure horror. Terror maybe even. He immediately jumps up, knocking the girl over on the way. "Y/n! My love! No! Please! It is not as it seems!" As he struggles to re-do his pants and stumble over to her Y/n scowls at him. "Ah, truly now? Then please. Do enlighten me. If it is not as it seems, then pray tell what exactly her mouth WAS doing on you." Her fiancé pales, his mouth opening and closing like some stupid, dying fish. "That's what I thought." She turns around with a scoff. "I will not intrude on you two lovebirds any longer, so please-" she looks back and sneers at him, "do finish what you started." "No! My love! Please wait!" The prince attempts to stumble after her, but he is halted by the girl, who has grabbed him by his coat. "Your highness! You don't need her! You have me now!" The look he gives her is one of pure disgust, as he roughly pushed her off. "Don't touch me, you dirty wench." She falls to the floor with a thud, and her eyes well with tears as she clutches the scraps of her dress to her body. "Your highness?" Her voice is trembling but he completely ignores her. "My love! Please! She means nothing to me! I love only you!"

Y/n has already reached the door by now and she doesn't even look back as she answers him. "Goodbye. Your highness." He crumples to the floor behind her and sobs. "No Y/n! Please forgive me! I will never stray again! Let us both just be loyal from now on! We can both start over!" Y/n freezes, and slowly turns around. "What exactly do you mean by 'both', your highness?" The crown prince flinches at the poison in her voice, but forces out his words nonetheless. "I will do away with this girl, and you send back that guard! Then we will both forget that anything ever happened! We can start over! We will only love each other from now o-!" He halts mid-speech as he sees the rage in her eyes. "My love..?" She scowls at him. "Of course a straying bastard like you would assume that I too would commit such a sin. You should know that my guard has never laid a finger on me. Ever." He blanches. "What...? But I was certain.." She chuckles dryly, it's a cold sound. "Of course you were. I had thought you would know that I am not the kind of person that would do such a thing. I could never hurt the one I loved like that." She looks down at his pathetic, crouching form. "Nor could I ever be with the kind of person that could." Her fiancé just sits there, staring up at her, the devastation clear on his face. "My love.. Please.." She turns back around and walks away. "Goodbye."

Y/n can hear his cries echoing through the corridor as she hastily makes her way to the main hall. She doesn't know what she is going to do now... Where is she supposed to go? What is going to happen to her? How will she explain all this to her family? The thoughts are racing through her head, but at the center of it all there's one thing she knows for certain. She needs to find Satoru, she needs... She needs Satoru, she has to find him.

Y/n is only barely holding back her tears and she is once again thankful for her fan, behind which she can hide the rest of her face. As she arrives at the ballroom, she quickly scans the crowd, but she can't see him. She bites her lip. "Where are you...", she mumbles to herself as she walks along the side of the room. Suddenly there is a hand on her shoulder. It's strong, warm... She turns around with a relieved, trembling sigh. "Satoru." The concern is clearly painted on his face when she looks up at him. "Your highness?" She smiles wobbly. "Aw, are you worried about me? How unusual." He frowns at her. "Please tell me what happened." She averts her eyes and shakes her head. "Not here..." He just nods and grabs her hand, which surprises her. He has never done that in public. Y/n lets herself be pulled along by him as he leads her towards one of the more secluded balcony doors.

Y/n takes a few deep breaths as soon as they have stepped onto the balcony. The cold night air helps calm down her raging thoughts and she lets out a long sigh. A cold shiver runs up her spine as soon as the adrenaline leaves her body and without a word Satoru takes of his jacket and drapes it over her shoulders. She smiles up at him in quiet thanks. They are both quiet for a moment as they lean against the balustrade, looking out over the dark gardens.

Satoru patiently waits for her to organize her thoughts and just looks at the emotions flashing over her face. Finally she heaves another deep sigh and closes her eyes. "I walked in on him with a woman. I have decided to break off the engagement." Its silent for a moment and as she opens her eyes to look at him, Satoru looks furious. "What..." His voice is ice cold. She is suddenly nervous and quickly tries to justify herself. "I know it might be childish or immature, but I just don't think I could live like that.. Of course I have always known that I would never be able to choose my own husband, but I did always hope that I could at least be happy with him and... I can't be happy like this... " As she finishes her rambling she carefully looks up at him through her lashes. "Do you think I should stay..?" He just blinks at her in shock before grabbing her by her shoulders. "What? What are you even saying?! Of course I don't think you should stay!" He lightly shakes her while leaning down to look her in the eyes. "And I wasn't angry at you. I was angry at him." He looks away and scowls, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "That piece of shit. How fucking dare he." Y/n gasps. "Satoru! Language!" His eyes flick back to hers and he looks baffled. "Only you would think to correct my manners at a time like this... Honestly.." Y/n is silent for a moment, then giggles despite herself. "Right. Sorry." He shakes his head with a soft chuckle. "Well I'm glad you don't seem too heartbroken at least..."

Y/n's smile fades. "I suppose... It's strange, but I am not as sad as I probably should be... Maybe it still has to sink in." Satoru lets go of her arms to look out over the garden again. "Who knows. Maybe you didn't truly love him after all." He glances at her as she leans out next to him. "Maybe... Although I did always tell myself that I loved him. He was my future husband after all." Satoru scoffs. "The head can't convince the heart, no matter how hard you try, believe me..." Y/n humms. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I was only trying to fool myself into believing it all this time. The alternative would have been to knowingly marry a man I don't love. I suppose that that was something I couldn't accept after all..." Satoru nods silently.

After a long silence Y/n suddenly sobs and puts her head in her hands. "Gods... What do I do now... '' Satoru doesn't say anything, he just puts his arm around her shoulders and pulls her against his side. She leans into him as sobs keep shaking her body. "I have been preparing for this my whole life... I have nothing else." Satoru rubs her arm with his hand. "That's not true. It may not be in the way you imagined, but all the skills you learned for this, will be useful, no matter where you end up." She shakes her head. "What will my parents think? And my sister? I will completely ruin their plans for an alliance, just because I can't get over myself." Satoru turns her around to face him, lifting her chin with his finger. "If there is one thing that I'm certain of, it's that every single person in your family would gladly rip that man to shreds for you, the moment they hear about this. They won't care that there won't be an alliance. Our kingdom is strong, it doesn't need that pathetic brat as an ally. In fact, they only ever agreed because you insisted you were fine with it." Y/n blinks up at him through her tears, the sobs slowly subsiding. "You're not just saying this to make me feel better?" He chuckles as he wipes away her tears with his fingers. "Well that is the end goal of course, you look horrible when you cry." She glares at him, still sniffling. "Jerk." He grins at her as he takes her face in his hands. "I said it to make you feel better, yes, but it was also completely truthful. No one will blame you for going home." Her lip trembles as she stares at him, trying to see if he is really not lying to her. "I can go home?" Her voice almost breaks as she says it and Satoru feels a pang in his heart. How dare that useless piece of scum. He might just kill the bastard before they leave... He doesn't show his thoughts on his face and smiles softly at her, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yes. We'll go home as soon as possible." She nods tiredly and leans against his chest, letting him wrap her in his arms. She is too distracted to notice the fast beating of his heart beneath her hands. Satoru looks down at the crown of her head, taking deep breaths to calm himself. He has never held her like this. She has never been this close before..

Of course he had tried to ignore his feelings. She was absolutely off limits after all. Even now he still feels like what he is doing is wrong, not because of her fiancé, but because he feels like he is lying to her. Is he fooling her into thinking he is just an innocent friend? Has he fooled her into embracing him? He feels a guilty pang in his chest, but he can't make himself push her away. After all, even if his own feelings for her are more than just friendship, that doesn't mean that he isn't still her friend. He still wants to be there for her, and she still needs him to be her friend. He sighs deeply and pulls her closer against him, letting his cheek rest on her hair. "Don't worry. Everything will be fine... We'll be fine."

Y/n blushes as she feels his arms flex around her. He has never embraced her before. It feels so safe. She can't help but nestle closer into the feeling, until all she can hear is his heartbeat (or is it hers?). He smells warm and familiar and she wishes they could stay like this forever. Her blush deepens. What is she thinking? She can't have those thoughts about him! He is her guard! And more importantly, her friend. She dragged him all the way here with her, away from his friends, his home, his family, and now she's using him for her own comfort. What a lovely friend she is... She sighs and feels him shiver against her. "Are you cold?" Satoru shakes his head against her hair, still not letting go. "No, don't worry, just a shiver."

Above Y/n Satoru has his eyes pressed shut. The way her breath had brushed over his skin... He almost shivers again. He knows he should let her go, but she had nestled into him herself... Would she want him to let go? Did she maybe want him to keep holding her? He laughs at himself in his head. Right. Of course she doesn't. That's just his own misplaced hope, get a grip already. He sighs and finally relaxes his hold on her. She hesitates for a moment before taking a step back and smiling up at him. "Thank you. I feel better." He smirks at her. "Who wouldn't after being held by me."

For a moment he thinks she's blushing, but he must have imagined it in the dark because she scoffs and folds her arms over her chest. "Maybe you should go give my dear fiancé a hug too then. He seemed pretty miserable when I left him earlier." Satoru's grin widens. "Miserable you say?" She chuckles. "Absolutely sobbing, crying on the floor, begging me not to leave him." Satoru laughs and pats her on the shoulder. "Wouldn't have expected anything less. No-one knows better how to crush a man's heart and soul than our own little princess." She glares at him. "Excuse you. I'm perfectly lovely and kind." He snorts. "In public maybe. To me? Never." The only response he gets is an eye roll. "Did he say anything else?"

Y/n doesn't answer immediately and when he looks over at her, he has to do a double take. She's blushing.. Right? She is. There's no denying it this time. He blinks stupidly for a few second. What could that man probably have said to make her blush like this.. He better not have touched her, or he would go beat the living hell out of him, right now. She clears her throat. "He suggested that we 'start over'. He would throw out his mistress, and I would throw out..." Satoru frowns at her. "Who could he possibly have wanted you to throw out, you don't even have a- Oh." He understands the moment she looks up at him, her cheeks bright red from embarrassment. "It's me. He thought I was sleeping with you." Y/n's eyes go wide and her face flushes even more. She turns away from him, her hands pressed against her cheeks. Satoru is silently glad that she does, because he can feel a slight blush in his own face. He knows that it's wrong, but the thought that that prick believed Y/n was with him makes him feel strangely satisfied.

Y/n is still standing with her back to him, now furiously fanning her face, trying to get rid of the blush. Satoru grinns. "I'm so sorry that I caused him to think that." Y/n glances back over her shoulder. "You don't SOUND sorry, and you don't look it either." She turns toward him. "But it's not your fault that he believed his own lies."

Suddenly the music from inside becomes louder and they both turn their head towards the windows. "The final dance must have started..", Y/n mumbles and Satoru humms in agreement. "That's the only thing I'm going to miss when we leave here, the dancing. I never thought I could enjoy it so much." Satoru chuckles. "I am aware that you didn't attend many balls back home your highness, but we dance there too you know." She glances at him and smiles awkwardly. "I know that but... He is a very good dancer. I loved dancing with him." Satoru stills as Y/n looks down at the floor, almost embarrassed by her own words. "Is he now." Y/n can barely hear Satoru's grumbling over the loud orchestra. "What..?" But before she can ask, Satoru is standing right in front of her, bowing at the waist and extending his hand towards her. "May I have this dance, your highness?" The blush she had tried so hard to get rid off is right back. "What are you..." He grinns up at her. "Proving that you don't need that prick to enjoy dancing." She blushes even harder but chuckles. "In that case, I'd be honored, but I don't think can take another step in these horrendous shoes." She lifts the hem of her dress and glares at the perpetrators in question. "They're far too ugly to be this uncomfortable too." Satoru laughs and kneels down. "Here. I'll take them off for you." She frowns. "That's not really proper..." Satoru lift an eyebrow at her. "We won't be here much longer anyway, why would we care." Her frown disappears instantly and she smiles brightly at him. "You're right! Alright, then please help me get these things off." Satoru's eyes widen slightly when she smiles at him like that and he quickly leans down to reach for the heels. He swallows slightly as he lifts one of her feet. It turns out that taking something off for her feels very different from putting something on... When he pulls the second shoe off of her foot she sighs happily. "Thank the Gods. My feet were about to commit suicide."

Satoru stands up, after throwing the shoes to the side. "Well then, your highness. May I finally have my dance now?" She sighs, "I was surprised you managed to ask it so politely the first time, I suppose I shouldn't expect you to do it a second time." He playfully scowls at her. "I was on my knees for you just seconds ago your highness, have some mercy." It is meant as a joke but the moment it comes out both of their eyes go wide and Y/n's cheeks flush once again. "Why would you say it like that you boorish idiot!" Satoru laughs at her indignant expression. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it like that. Now,-" he holds out his hand for her to take "shall we?" Y/n takes a deep breath and nods.

The moment she steps into his arms she realizes, they have never danced together before. They have known each other for more than a year now, but not once did they share a dance, why? She looks up at Satoru as she puts her hand on his shoulder. "Why have I never seen you dance before? I know for a fact that you had many willing admirers, both here and back home It can't have been hard to find a partner." Satoru stills for a moment before putting his hand on her waist. "I just don't often meet ladies I would like to dance with." She hums in thought as he slowly guides her into a waltz. "Why have you never asked me to dance before? Do you not really want to dance with me now either?" His face contorts just barely noticeably. "I don't dance with taken women." Her mouth forms into a silent o. Then she looks down and smiles. So it wasn't that he didn't want to dance with her.

"Y/n." Satoru's voice pulls her out of her thoughts and she looks up at him. His gaze is still on her. She feels a blush creep up her neck. The way he's looking at her feels very intimate somehow at this proximity... Suddenly she is also very aware of the press of his hand on her lower back. Not to mention the feeling of his muscles where she is holding onto him. She casts her gaze downwards again. Satoru suddenly switches to a slower dance and puts her other hand on his left shoulder, before putting his right hand on her waist. She quickly looks up at him. "Why.." He stares at her. "Why are you avoiding my eyes?" She blushes and presses her lips closed. She can't exactly tell him that being held by him like this is making her very confused.

Satoru notices her distraction and smirks. Moving her into a twirl he makes her let out a small gasp, before catching her again and leading the both of them into a few quick, dizzying circles. Y/n squeals as he pulls her along with him. He is fast, but his movements are graceful and every step is precise and deliberate. She hates to admit it but he is good. Very good. She quickly gets used to his way of leading and within moments she sways along with him effortlessly. He knows exactly how to lead in such a way that she never knows what's coming next, but she can still follow him with ease. Her breath escapes her in an exhilarated laugh when he twirls and dips her so low she almost thinks he'll drop her. Thrilled at the speed with which they spin over the smooth, cold stones she smiles up at him brightly. His eyes are already trained on her face and she quickly looks away as soon as her eyes meet. Did she get too excited? She must have looked foolish. Satoru guides them into another turn and her skirt twirls around her ankles, making the decorations sparkle in the light of the lanterns. She looks at it intrigued. So it can actually be beautiful, in the right setting.

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Satoru frowns when she doesn't respond. "Do you dislike dancing with me your highness?" Y/n's head snaps up and she quickly shakes her head. "No, that's not- You're a great dancer. Even with him I have never had this much fun while dancing." Satoru's frown disappears and is replaced with a cocky smirk. "Oh really?" He leans in close, "So you like dancing with me better than with him?" His face is now only mere centimeters away from hers and her breath hitches in her throat. She looks away again and scrapes her throat. "You're already arrogant enough as is. I'm not planning to feed your ego any further." He frowns as she evades his eyes again. Lifting his fingers to tilt up her chin, he finally makes her face him. "Why do you keep looking away?" That's when he notices how flushed her face is. Her lips are slightly parted, and her eyes... Her pupils are blown wide, and she can't seem to meet his eyes. Instead her eyes are focused on... his mouth? For a moment he doesn't believe it, but then his face pulls into a smirk. "Ah. Your highness. If that's what you want I'm not complaining, you only have to say the word." Her eyes snap up to him. "What are you-?! I didn't.. I wasn't!" His smirk only widens at her rambling. He softly grabs her chin and leans in even closer, sending a shiver down Y/n's spine. He angles his head until their lips are only a breath apart. "Are you sure that this wasn't what you were thinking about? Your highness?" He can hear her breath hitch and he has to hold himself back from not just kissing her right then. He takes a deep breath to calm himself, but instead her sweet scent washes over him, only making things worse.

Y/n presses her eyes shut as she feels his warm breath fan over her lips. He is so close... Is he really going to kiss her? Does she want him to? Does he even really want to? She keeps completely still, not knowing what to do. After a moment she feels him pull back and she hesitantly opens her eyes, scared to meet his gaze. His face is still so close... She tries not to stare at his lips, but her eyes keep being drawn to them. A thought suddenly comes over her. Is she drunk? She must be! Or at the very least tipsy. Otherwise she would never show such a lack of constraint, right? She shyly looks up at Satoru. Could he perhaps be drunk himself? Is that why he is behaving like this? One look at his face proves her wrong however. He is far too focused to be drunk. And his eyes... Is he? Looking at her lips? She feels her blush deepen. How did this happen??

Satoru stares at her face. He can't believe this is happening, but he is almost completely certain now. She wants to kiss him too, right? He softly titls her chin up again. "Your highness? Do you want me to kiss you?" He is struggling to keep his breathing calm at the sight of her soft lips, right in front of him. Those big, beautiful eyes of hers are blinking up at him and he prays that he didn't misunderstand the situation. Y/n hesitates for a moment and her eyes are looking everywhere but at him. "I.. I don't know.. I don't trust anything I'm feeling right now. And.. I don't want you to kiss me if you're just doing it because you feel bad for me.." Satoru chokes out a laugh and her eyes snap to him. "Your highness. Believe me, I have felt bad for many people, and never have I offered to kiss any of them. And, while I won't kiss you just to make you feel better," he grins wickedly, "I definitely AM planning to make you feel better." Y/n flushes and a shiver runs through her body.

Satoru smirks and brushes his thumb over her cheek. "I never knew you could blush this easily. I like it." She flicks his fingers away and presses her hands to her face. "I didn't know either. And I don't like it." He chuckles. "If this is how you react when I haven't even kissed you yet, I wonder what other reactions I can get out of you." Y/n's eyes go wide and she smacks him on the chest. "What are you thinking you pervert!" He grabs her wrist and smirks, pulling her close. "You'll find out soon enough." She gasps as he pulls her fully against him. He takes her hands and puts them on his shoulders, before grabbing her waist. She looks up at him shyly and he smiles. "I quite liked this position before." She blushes. "Me too." Satoru shuts his eyes with a painful sigh. "You know. I'm trying very hard to be all patient, and gentlemanly and stuff but goddamn you're making it difficult." Y/n laughs. "If that is all it takes then you must not have a whole lot of self control." Satoru opens his eyes and stares at her. "Oh believe me. I have shown plenty of self control thus far. But now it's basically gone, so I'd not push me if I were you."

Y/n instinctively feels that he is serious and that this is not the ideal time to tease him, so she just nods as he pulls her closer. Satoru smirks and softly grabs her chin. "Good girl." Her breath hitches as she looks up at him. He's so close... His gaze shifts from her eyes to her lips and he lets out a slow, deep breath, before looking her in the eyes again. "Can I kiss you?" His voice is deep and slightly hoarse. She can see the impatience in his eyes, and yet he is still being so gentle with her. She swallows away her nerves and nods hesitantly.

Satoru almost looks like he's in a daze when he slowly leans towards her, tilting her face up to meet him. But just before their lips touch he hesitates. "Are you sure? Y/n?" She stills under him. It's strange to hear her name from his lips, but.. She doesn't hate it. She nods, making her lips lightly graze his."Yes." Satoru feels a muscle in his jaw tick as her lips brush against his. He almost groans with the effort to take this slow, but he collects himself. He carefully tilts her head slightly to the side, putting his face next to hers.

Y/n can feel Satoru's breath on her ear as he whispers. “Don't take it back later.” Then, his lips on her skin, a soft kiss right under her ear that makes her shiver. She feels him smile, before he pulls away and tilts her face towards him, staring at her mouth. "That idiot." Then he's kissing her. The first thing she notices is how soft his lips are. She had expected them to be more rough, but the feeling of them against her own is smooth and sweet. Satoru is going slow for her at first, exploring her lips, and giving her time to get used to it. Y/n can feel her breath quicken as his lips carefully move with her own. Slowly, as he feels her adjust, the kiss becomes a bit more rough. His hand goes from her chin to the back of her neck and he weaves his fingers through her hair, pulling her mouth closer against his. He gently bites and sucks at her bottom lip, making her gasp slightly. He uses that chance to press open her mouth a bit further and push deeper. Y/n's breath hitches as Satoru's other hand moves to the small of her back, and he pulls her flush against his chest. Her head is completely empty. All she can think about is him. Hisbody pressing into her, his mouth, his hands, he is all around her. Every breath she takes is him, everything she touches is him, everything she feels is him. Her heart is pounding in her ears and her chest heaves with her breathing.

As he licks into her mouth she notices how sweet he tastes, still from the drinks they both had earlier. The taste of the wine on her tongue, combined with the adrenaline coursing through her body is making her dizzy.

Y/n tightens her grip on Satoru's shoulders to steady herself, unwittingly pulling herself up and even closer to him, making him groan into the kiss. The deep sound sends a shiver through her whole body and she feels a strange tingle in her lower stomach. She unconsciously nestles her lower body closer into his and the hand in her hair tightens. She feels something start to press against her, but she is too far gone to even really take notice. With the hand in her hair Satoru pulls Y/n's head backwards, giving him better access to her mouth. His movements are much rougher now, Y/n almost feels like she is being devoured, but even as all these new feelings are making her nervous, she can't stop.

Satoru slowly walks her backwards, without even breaking the kiss, until her lower back hits the balustrade. Without missing a beat he puts his hands around her waist and lifts her onto the edge. They're on the 3rd floor, so she's up at least 15 meters. He finally breaks the kiss, his hands still wrapped around her waist, and for a moment they're both breathless. Their panting is loud in the silent night air, and the warmth of their breath forms little white clouds between them.

Satoru rests his forehead against hers. "You have no idea how glad I am that that idiot screwed up." Y/n laughs quietly, still out of breath. "Yes. In a way it is fortunate I suppose." Satoru leans back to look at her. "Are you truly alright with this your highness?" Y/n just blinks at him. "It is a tad too late for that now is it not, after how far we have already gone." He smirks at her. "Oh but I'm planning to go so much further." She jolts and her eyes go wide. A blush creeps up her neck and she smacks him on the chest, where he catches her hand, keeping it pressed against him. Satoru grins wickedly and leans in. "So violent, your highness." Y/n unwittingly leans back a bit, to which his other hand moves from her waist to her lower back. "Tsk tsk, your highness, you should be more careful. Your father would have me hanged if you were to fall off a balcony on my watch." She glares at him, very aware of the warmth of his hand on her back. "My father would have you hanged for many of the things happening on your watch right now." Satoru chuckles. "Indeed he would." He leans even closer, not letting her lean away. "He would probably cut me down on the spot if he knew what I was thinking about right now."

Y/n stares at him with wide eyes, unsure if she should be worried or aroused. Not that her body is giving her much of a choice in the matter, as an excited shiver runs up her back. "What are you thinking about?" Her throat is dry from the tension and her voice comes out a bit hoarse. Satoru tilts his head at her with a surprised, but pleased smirk. "Don't worry your highness, you'll find out soon enough."

Then, still holding her hand pressed against his chest, he closes the little distance left between them and roughly presses his lips on hers. For a moment she worries that the press of him against her will send her backwards over the edge, but his strong hand on her back keeps her steady. His tongue licks against her lips and she sighs as she lets him in. Unconsciously she grips onto his shirt with her hand, making him chuckle softly. He moves his hand off of hers and gently cradles her face, kissing her softly and sweetly. She melts into the kiss and brings up her other hand to place it against the side of his neck. It almost feels like he shivers at her touch, but she has no time to consider it as Satoru grabs the base of her hair and crashes his mouth into hers. All thoughts disappear and the only thing she can think of is his lips on hers and his hands on her body. The lack of oxygen leaves her dazed, but she doesn't want to pull away, the feeling of him against her is intoxicating and the excitement makes her head spin.

Y/n feels how Satoru wedges his thigh between her knees, forcing open her legs and giving him the space to step even closer against her. She gasps at the sudden feeling of intimacy. Satoru is standing between her legs.. The indecent thoughts that force their way into her head leave her cheeks flushed from embarrassment. Satoru grins into the kiss. "What are you thinking about your highness?" He doesn't pull away, so with every word she can feel his lips brush against her own panting mouth. She presses her lips together. "Nothing." The blush doesn't seem to want to go away and she curses her traitorous body. "No need to be embarrassed your highness, I'm probably having far more shameful thoughts than you right now."

Y/n's eyes snap up to meet his own and for a change he doesn't seem to be teasing her. Satoru is looking down at her with his pupils blown wide, his mouth open from the panting and his lips swollen, just like hers. Her throat goes dry and she swallows. She has never seen anything as erotic as him at that moment. And, he is standing right between her legs. She can feel her heartbeat in her throat and anxiously bites her lip, unable to look away from him. His eyes are pulled to her mouth and she stills. His hand moves to her face and he gently lets his thumb run over her bottom lip, still swollen from his rough kisses. He mumbles something under his breath, but she can't hear him over the sound of her own thunderous heart.

He leans in slowly, and ever so sweetly presses a long, soft kiss to her lips. He keeps pressing his lips to hers again and again, never deepening the kiss, just enjoying the feeling of her soft mouth against his own. Y/n's eyes have long since fluttered closed as she lets herself melt into him. She slides her hands up his chest. First to his shoulders and then to the back of his head, running them through his silky soft hair. She weaves her fingers through it and tugs gently, pulling him closer. He groans against her lips and his hands move down to her hips, making her breathing stutter for a moment. His strong fingers dig into her skin as he suddenly pulls her even closer, so very close.. Until his hips are pressed flush against hers. She gasps and he uses the opportunity to delve into her mouth, stealing her breath once again.

All the sensations are overwhelming her, but the only thing Y/n knows is that it's still not enough, she wants even more, she needs him even closer. She puts one arm around his neck to pull his chest down against hers, her other hand still woven through his hair. He must like it when she pulls on it, because he again groans into her mouth, digging his fingers into her hips. Y/n can feel a warm feeling start to pool in her stomach and she unwittingly pushes herself against him, until she suddenly feels something press between her legs. Satoru's breathing falters for a moment as he gasps. She thinks he might break the kiss, but instead he immediately dives back into her, even rougher than before. And now he is pulling her against him. All the way against him.. She can feel him press into her and to her own shock a soft moan escapes from her lips. Satoru's hands tense on her hips and she's sure that she will have his fingers painted on her skin tomorrow, but she can't bring herself to care. The feeling of him pressing into her center is sending a shiver of excitement through her whole body, leaving goosebumps all over her arms and back.

Satoru is struggling to hold back. Her body in his hands, her chest pressed up against him, her mouth on his and especially, the feeling of her hips pressing into him, is driving him absolutely mad. The blood rushes in his ears and his vision is becoming hazy as he feels his excitement building. Y/n isn't much better off. When he leans back slightly she looks dazed, with hooded eyes and her lips slightly parted. The feeling he gets when he looks down at her can really only be described as hunger. He is so unbelievably hungry for her that it feels as if he is truly starving. He needs to have her, but he knows he has to take it slow. Even the fact that he gets to have her at all still feels unreal, so he at least needs to do this right. Y/n slightly shifts her hips and immediately he feels her rub into him again. A groan rumbles deep in his throat. This is going to be the end of him. He tightens his grip on her hips and pulls her flush against him, earning a loud moan from her mouth. He shudders and can almost imagine the heat of her center through her dress. Gods what he wouldn't give to rip that stupid fucking dress.

He leans in to gently kiss her lips, to which she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Damn, he seriously can't believe his own luck. He pushes into her mouth and at the same time he presses his hips into her. She moans against him and rolls her hips, instinctively looking for friction. Another groan escapes him and he ruts into her, his constraint wearing very thin. She's now just non-stop whimpering as he continuously rolls his hips between her own. He feels her legs wrap around him and his head almost goes blank. He has to grit his teeth to not give into his instincts to just fuck her right here and now.

Y/n gasps as suddenly she is lifted into the air, away from the balustrade. Satoru steps back from the edge and walks them over to one of the stone benches on the balcony. Not once does he break the kiss, even when he carefully sits down, letting Y/n down on his lap, he. Her dress is pushed up in the process so that it now pools over her thighs, but no longer folds between her legs. This means that the only things left separating them are his suit pants and her undergarments. Y/n is too far gone to even be abashed about it, but she is acutely aware of the warmth of his warmth radiating against her skin. Satoru's hands are still resting on her hips when he presses her down against him, pulling a surprised moan from her and making her break the kiss. Satoru starts to roll his hips up against her, resulting in his hardness pressing almost directly into her. A string of whimpering moans spills from Y/n's throat, as her hands look for support on his shoulders.

Satoru's eyes are glued to Y/n's face as he keeps rolling his hips up into her, greedily taking in all of her sounds and expressions. She is so soft against him and the feeling of her heat rubbing against him is enough to nearly send him over the edge. She moves her hips along with his guiding hands and the sight of her on his lap like this makes him groan. Satoru brings up one hand to thread his fingers through Y/n's hair and pull her lips to his. His kiss swallows her breath along with all of her whimpers and Y/n wraps her arms back around his neck, tugging him closer.

Suddenly, Satoru hears a soft click as the balcony doors open. He opens his eyes and glances over Y/n's shoulder. For a moment what he sees surprises him, but then he grins against her lips. The crown prince's mouth has fallen open with shock at the sight of his fiancée in Satorus's arms. Still in shock the man takes a step towards the pair, as if planning to break them up. Satoru chuckles at his forlorn expression and pulls his lips away from the dazed princess, who has absolutely no idea of what's happening behind her. She is completely engrossed in the way Satoru is sucking and kissing at her mouth, with his hips rolling against her center. A wicked idea starts forming in Satoru's mind and he is barely able to keep the evil grin off of his face. He's going to make that cheating, worthless bastard wish he were dead.

Satoru leans back on the bench, pulling Y/n along with him. He throws a look over her shoulder and meets the crown prince's eyes, who seems to have at least slightly recovered from the shock and is now glaring at him absolutely furious. Satoru tilts his head and grins mockingly. Then, while keeping eye contact with her fiance, he grinds his hips upwards against Y/n. Hard. Pulling a loud moan from her lips. A satisfied smirk pulls on his mouth, both because of Y/n's reaction and the prince's absolutely devastated expression. He feels like he can basically see the guy's heart shatter into a million pieces. It's beautiful.

But Satoru isn't done yet. This is the jerk that Y/n had given her whole life to, and he is also the one who threw all that right back in her face, just because he wasn't able to keep it in his pants. He scowls at the piece of trash in question, before mouthing four words at him. "She is mine now." Then he grins cruelly, before wrapping his hand in Y/n's hair and gently tilting her head to the side, exposing her throat. The prince's eyes go wide as he understands Satorus's intention, but Satoru just smirks at him before leaning down and harshly sucking on the soft skin in the crook of Y/n's neck. Y/n gasps but it soon turns into a whimper when he starts to gently kiss and suck around the sensitive spot, which quickly turns darker. The prince just stands there, trembling with rage, not knowing what to do, but unable to look away. Satoru smiles smugly at the sight of his fists, balled at his sides, before leaning down one more time. He places one last, lingering kiss on Y/n's exposed throat, while staring right into her fiancé's eyes. Then he breaks eye contact and moves his gaze back to Y/n.

The crown prince is frozen in place, his mind unwilling to accept that what he's seeing is truly reality. On the one hand he wants to run away, but at the same time he can't seem to leave, knowing that she'll be alone with.. Him.

Meanwhile Satoru pulls his pocket square from his shirt and refolds the piece of fabric. When he brings up the newly folded blindfold and puts it over Y/n's eyes she lets out a small surprised gasp. "Satoru, what..." He shushes her and puts a hand against her cheek. "Do you trust me your highness?" Y/n hesitates only for a moment, before nodding slowly. Satoru smirks and places a quick kiss on her forehead. "Good girl." Y/n blushes despite herself and squeaks when he suddenly picks her up again, before carefully putting her down on the bench.

Satoru gently guides her to lean against the backrest, before kneeling at her feet. "Is this the position you found the crown prince in earlier?" He says it loud enough for the man in question to hear him, and he smiles at his shocked inhale. Y/n's frown is hidden behind the blindfold. "What? What do you mean is this the posi- Oh. Oh Gods Satoru what are you doing?!" Her hands are reaching for him blindly and he grabs them with his own, before pressing a kiss to them both. "Just making sure that you're even." He kisses her hands one more time before setting them down at her sides. Y/n's voice sounds timid when she speak up. "Satoru.. Are you sure? If you're doing this because you feel bad for me..." Satoru scoffs at her words. "Your highness. You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this." He makes sure to position himself in such a way that nothing can be seen from behind him, and slowly lets his hands slide up her legs. She shudders at the feeling of his warm hands on her skin, jumping a little when he reaches the edges of her underwear. Satoru looks up at her questioningly, even though he knows she can't see him. He runs his thumb over the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh. "You don't have to worry about whether I want this. The only question is whether you will let me." Y/n shivers under his fingers and bites her lip in hesitation. "Satoru.. I don't know.. I have never.." Satoru smiles at her stammering, before raising one of her legs with his hand and pushing her dress up, just enough to bare her knee. He gently presses a kiss to the inside, making her breath stutter. "Please? Y/n? I'll make you feel so good." The hesitation is clearly visible on her face, but still she nods nervously, answering with a meek whisper. "Alright."

The crown prince can't believe what he's seeing. Was she really going to let him..? Was she really letting another man.. Let THAT bastard, touch her? He can feel his teeth grind against each other with how hard he is clenching his jaws. Does this mean that he had been right all along? Had she really been sleeping with that man after all?! He scowls at himself. No. He knows she wouldn't do that. It was just as she had said, she COULDN'T do that, unlike him... Deep inside he had known that all along. But it wasn't his fault that he strayed! It was their close bond had driven him to do it! Who was that guy to have his fiancee, HIS future wife, look at him with such fondness?! What made him so special?? He glares at the knight's back, at the back of the man kneeling in front of HIS fiancee, HIS woman, the love of his life.. The prince's fists are balled at his sides. He wants to hit the guy, absolutely beat him to a pulp and pull her away from him. But he can't do that. He presses his eyes shut in frustration. If he were to try, not only would he probably be the one to end up on the floor, even if he didn't... His gaze lands on Y/n's face. How would she look at him? With disgust? Hatred? Or worse, would she ignore him entirely and only look at her knight..? His face contorts. He wouldn't be able to handle that... As he keeps gazing at her face wistfully, Y/n nods her head. He frowns. What did he ask her? Then, as if to answer his question, the kneeling man looks back at him and.. Grins. The knight takes Y/n's leg and carefully hooks it over his shoulder. The crown prince pales. No... Please.. No.. He feels his stomach turn when he sees Satoru bend his head and, ever so gently, press a kiss to Y/n's skin. Y/n's beautiful, soft, perfect skin. The skin of his beloved. He can't look at this! He can't handle this! He whips his head around, averting his eyes from the image that he knows will haunt his dreams. The irony isn't lost on him. He is being forced to witness the exact same thing his love had had to witness. Y/n, with another man kneeling between her legs. Will she moan his name? The thought makes his stomach lurch again and the sudden pain in his chest has him bending over. He has to get out of here! He almost stumbles over his own feet in his haste to turn around. For a moment he freezes, scared that Y/n might have heard him, but the only thing he can hear behind him is a low chuckle. He grits his teeth in humiliation and basically runs for the door, slamming it closed behind him.

Y/n startles. "What was that?!" Satoru shakes his head, his hair tickling on her leg. "Nothing important. Probably just the wind." He chuckles to himself. He'll tell her later. It's easy to picture how she will react. At first she'll probably hit him, yell at him that he's an idiot, and then, when she's calmed down, she will smile wickedly. She will laugh and say that it's karma. Perfect revenge maybe even. She's not nearly as sweet and innocent as she has everyone believe she is after all. He presses another kiss to her leg, making her shiver. And that's exactly why he likes her so much.

Satoru slides his hands up Y/n's thighs and feels goosebumps form at his touch. He rubs circles on the soft, sensitive skin, slowly making his way up, getting closer and closer. Y/n balls her hands against the cold stone of the bench, nervously biting her bottom lip. Satoru's ministrations have finally brought him to the inner line of her underwear and Y/n holds her breath at how close his fingers are. So close to her center. Satoru puts his left hand around her knee, keeping it in place on his shoulder, while the other one keeps moving further up, sliding over the smooth fabric covering her. He takes a deep, shuddering breath as finally, finally, he can feel his fingers softly gliding over her most intimate parts. At the same time Y/n gasps above him and grabs the hand holding her leg, trying to make him let go. But Satoru doesn't even budge, he isn't planning on stopping here. He grins and playfully licks at the side of her thumb, before softly sucking at the spot. Y/n yelps and pulls back her hand, pressing it against her chest. The feeling of his warm mouth.. A shiver runs up her spine. Satoru greedily takes in the expressions flashing over her face, before turning his attention back to the warmth between her legs. He is touching her... He grits his teeth. He needs to calm down.

After taking a deep breath, he slowly starts brushing his thumb over the soft ridges of her center. He is gentle at first, just barely grazing her. She shudders under his touch, her warmth seeping through the fabric of her undergarments. The heat against his skin makes Satoru acutely aware of how little is left now between her and his fingers. It's just a thin, flimsy piece of cloth. It would be so easy to rip it.. He grits his teeth and shakes off the thought. Slow. He's going to take this slow.

Satoru keeps brushing languid circles over the fabric, increasing the pressure little by little, until Y/n is squirming under his touch. He can feel the shape of her folds through the fabric, and with every press of his thumb, it becomes a bit more damp. She's so warm.. So soft.. This is going to drive him completely insane. He breathes out shakely as he makes a smaller circle, right on her most sensitive spot. Y/n's body shocks at the feeling, her leg on his shoulder keeping her from pulling away. Instead she tries to press her legs together, but Satoru is prepared and his arm against her thigh doesn't move even a centimeter.

He tuts at her. "Tsk Tsk Tsk your highness. You told me I could remember? Not going back on your word now are you?" Y/n flushes. "It is too sensitive, and I do not recall making a single promise." Satoru chuckles deeply, completely ignoring half of her sentence. "Sensitive you say? Oh I'm going to have so much fun.. I wonder what kind of sounds I can have you make." Y/n's cheeks flush even brighter. "Satoru!" The indignation in her voice makes him chuckle again as he shushes her. "Don't worry your highness, because while you may not have made a promise, I did, remember? I promised to make you feel good. You won't force me to break a promise now will you." Satoru can't see her eyes, but he just knows that Y/n is glaring at him right now. He grins. "As expected of your highness. This humble servant thanks you for your mercy." Y/n scoffs but then immediately squeaks as Satoru rubs his thumb over her sweet spot. "Prick." Her voice comes out hoarse and Satoru smiles smugly. He presses down and draws a line right through the middle of her center, making her moan in surprise. The sound causes Satoru to just blink stupidly for a moment. This was going to be hell. He can feel himself throbbing. The combination of her warmth against his hand, and her voice... Dear Gods.

Satoru slowly starts repeating the movement. His thumb slides through the middle of her center and he can feel the fabric getting damper and damper as he presses it into her. With every touch he can hear soft sighs and moans falling from her lips, although it seems like she is still trying to hide them. He grins. That won't work for long. Increasing the pressure, he starts drawing lazy circles against the fabric, pushing it to rub into her sensitive skin. He starts with big circles, over her whole center. The increased press of his touch makes her gasp and Satoru smiles. A bit louder already. Good. Next, he makes the circles smaller and smaller, until he is only rubbing down between her folds. Now Y/n can't keep her moans to herself anymore. The feeling of his fingers pressing and rubbing the smooth fabric against her sensitive parts is too much.

The sound of her voice only makes Satoru more eager to discover how loud he can get her to be. He slowly starts rubbing further and further up, until his thumb is pressing and circling over her most sensitive spot. A string of loud, whimpering moans falls from her lips and both of her hands shoot out to grab at his arm. But even with two hands, she isn't getting anywhere and Satoru keeps stubbornly rubbing circles over the sensitive button. The damp smooth fabric is being pressed and rubbed against her under the pressure of his thumb and Y/n whimpers and cries at the intensity of the feeling. She can feel the tension building in her lower stomach and her whole body feels hot. She is going to come soon. Satoru is going to make her come. Heat rushes to her cheeks. She can't let him see her like that! If she lets him do that to her she can never go back. But his arm in her hands is solid and immovable. None of her shaky, half dazed efforts are having any effect. She whimpers, "Satoru, please, stop! I can't.. We can't!" Satoru's eyes turn dark as he looks at her face. Then he smiles humorlessly. "Too late." His thumb presses down against her, hard. Y/n bends over with a cry as the tension and heat explode and she comes undone against his fingers. She's seeing stars from what is probably the most intense orgasm she has ever had and her nails dig into Satoru's arm, looking for support.

Satoru keeps drawing slow, gentle circles over her, working her through her orgasm, until the shaking has finally subsided. Y/n again weakly pushes at his arm. This time he lets himself be pushed away and he pulls back. Carefully he lifts her leg off of his shoulder and sets it back on the ground. Rubbing comforting circles on her knees, he pushes her legs together to make her feel less vulnerable.

Y/n's hands are trembling. This can't be real. What has she done? What has she done?! Why did she let him do that? He was her best friend. And now? What now? She can feel her breathing speeding up, becoming irregular. She's starting to hyperventilate. The realization makes her panic even more, only making things worse. Her hands are really shaking now, her whole body is, is she having a panic attack? She sobs. She can't control it. Her breathing, her tears, her mind, none of it. She presses her hands against her face, against the blindfold, which isn't stopping her tears. She folds over, trying to curl into herself. Her breath comes in gasps and she is starting to feel lightheaded. Her thoughts are raging and she can't seem to stop them. ‘WHY DID I DO THIS?! HOW COULD I BE SO STUPID?! MY WHOLE LIFE JUST FELL APART AND WHAT DO I DO?! I GO AND HOOK UP WITH THE ONE PERSON! THE ONE PERSON! I CAN'T BEAR TO LOSE RIGHT NOW!?’

She is still bent over. Her face gripped in her hands, with tears streaming down her cheeks and her lungs are wheezing to get enough air. Then, suddenly, she is pulled from her thoughts by two big, warm hands, covering her own ice cold ones. At first when he tries to pull hers away she resists, but she doesn't have the strength, so she gives up and lets him take her hands in his. She is still sobbing however, her breathing labored as her whole body shakes with panic. "Hey. Y/n." Satoru's voice is soft and gentle, but it only makes her cry harder. Why did she have to go and ruin everything?! Now she's going to lose him too! She'll be all alone. Satoru lets go of her hands and slowly reaches for her blindfold. When she realizes what he's doing, Y/n's hands shoot up to keep the cloth pressed over her eyes. No. She can't! She can't look at him right now. She can't can't let him see her.. What if he's looking at her differently now? A sob racks her body. Satoru carefully undoes the knot in the fabric, making sure not to accidentally pull on her hair. Once it's loose he brings his hands to hers. "Y/n? Will you please look at me?" She jerkily shakes her head, her breathing sounding raspy from crying. He sighs. "Y/n. Please?" But she again, weakly shakes no, trying to back away from him.

Satoru frowns and sits back, before suddenly reaching forward and picking her up. Y/n yelps, as he takes her in his arms, and sits back on the bench, putting her sideways on his lap. She struggles a bit at first, trying to get back up, but Satoru isn't having it, his grip on her not giving one bit. She feels too weak to fight back much, and slowly, as he holds her pressed close against his chest, her breathing and sobbing start to calm down. Even still, she can't bring herself to look at him and doesn't let go of the blindfold. Satoru waits patiently for her to relax a bit. Looking down at her face, he can still see her chin quivering as she tries to stop crying. What could she possibly be so upset about? What is she so scared of? He reaches for her face to brush away her tears. "Y/n? Please tell me what's wrong?" She hiccups and softly shakes her head, still not wanting to look at him. Satoru frowns and is finally done waiting. With one hand he grabs both of her wrists and pulls them back, making the blindfold fall down on her lap. The sight of her eyes sends a jolt through his heart, because Y/n looks completely devastated. He presses his hand to her cheek as he frowns in concern. "Y/n, what is it? Please tell me what's wrong?" Y/n's lip wobbles and her eyes gleam with more tears as she looks up at him. He has never seen her this scared, this vulnerable before. He hates it.

When Y/n first opens her mouth, no sound comes out, and as soon as it does, it's hoarse and raw from the crying. Her voice is so soft that Satoru almost can't hear her. "Are you going to leave?" He looks down at her silently for a moment, blinking stupefied. "What?" She flushes, embarrassed, but still repeats her question. "Are you going to leave me?" Satoru slowly shakes his head in disbelief. "What? Why would I leave you?" Y/n shakes her head. "I don't mean here, not now. I mean, after what we did.. Will you still.. Can we still.." She hesitates for a moment. "Can we still be the same? Or... did I ruin everything?"

Satoru finally understands what's going on and another pang goes through his heart. She thinks she's going to lose him and it's all his fault. Dear heavens he's such an idiot, how could he possibly not have thought about this. He looks at her with a pained expression, before bending down to lean his forehead against hers. "God's.. Y/n. I'm so, so sorry." He presses a kiss to her hair. "You didn't ruin anything, I promise. You did absolutely nothing wrong. I was the one who came onto you. It's my fault. You didn't do anything." He rubs his thumb over her cheek, leaning back to look at her. Y/n looks up at him with a forlorn expression. "You promise? So.. Nothing will change? Can we still be friends?" Satoru flinches, but nods. "Of course. If you don't want it to, nothing has to change at all. We will go back to how it was before and forget this ever even happened."

Y/n frowns. "Forget..?" Satoru nods at her reassuringly, forcing a smile. "If that's what you want." Y/n averts her eyes and stares down at her hands. "Can you...Forget?". She looks back up at him, her expression unsure, and... Hurt? "Do you want to forget?" Satoru blinks at her, unsure what will hurt her more, the truth, or lies. Then he frowns at himself. No. Even if it would hurt her, he'd still tell her the truth, she doesn't deserve to be lied to. He sighs, rubbing his hand over his face, while trying to think of what to say. When he looks at her again, Y/n looks almost scared. Satoru wonders if what he's about to tell her is exactly what she's so afraid of.. He takes a deep breath, preparing himself for the worst. "No. No, I can't forget, and no, I don't want to either. But, If it's what you want, then I will. I will forget, and I will act like it never even happened. Everything will be back to how it was before, and I will just be your friend again." He smiles miserably and puts his hand to her face."So. Whatever you chose. You won't lose me. I won't leave you, no matter what." He gently rubs his thumb over her soft skin, knowing that this is probably the last time he'll get to hold her like this.

Y/n is looking up at him, her expression conflicted. When she finally speaks up, he can't really hear her. "What if I don't want you to..." He just absentmindedly keeps stroking her cheek. "Hm?" "What if I do not want you to forget?" His eyes snap up. "What?" Y/n blushes. "I said, what if I did not wish for you to forget... Would that be bad?" Satoru just stares at her for a moment, before laughing dryly. "I mean. It's not bad, per se. But don't you think it's a bit weird to want your friend to remember making out with you?" She blushes even brighter before looking down. "Yes. I suppose it is..." Satoru raises his eyebrows in confusion. "Why don't you want me to forget? Do you want to torture me or something?" The last part is said as a joke, even though it really isn't all that funny to him. Y/n quickly shakes her head. "It's not that, I just... I don't like the thought of forgetting it.. Or you forgetting it." She looks up at him. "That's foolish is it not?"

Satoru frowns, before leaning down and pushing her chin up with his fingers. He brings his face closer to hers, while searching her eyes and mumbling, "That depends..." He slightly tilts his head, getting even closer, before looking down at her mouth and then back at her eyes. His lips almost brush hers and Y/n's breath hitches in her throat. He's so, so close. Is he going to kiss her again? She lightly parts her lips, as she looks from his mouth to his eyes. The way he's looking at her is giving her shivers. She shouldn't kiss him, she knows that, but he's so close...

Satoru keeps his eyes trained on Y/n's face and notices how not only isn't she backing away, she's looking at him... He can feel his heart speed up as he sees how big her pupils are. She doesn't want him to forget... Is this why? He doesn't allow himself to have hope just yet however. First, he should.. Test it.. He looks down at her mouth one more time, before looking her in the eyes, and slowly leaning in, until his lips just barely brush against hers. Her eyes flutter closed. A shuddering breath escapes him, before his hand grips the back of her neck and he crashes his lips into hers. Y/n moans, sounding surprised. Satoru groans at the sound and presses her body closer to him, as he licks into her mouth. Gods he can't believe this. When he first kissed her earlier tonight, he hadn't properly thought about it at all, and he almost ruined everything. He almost lost her. But here she is again, in his arms, kissing him and moaning his name. So she wants him too, or at least, she wants his body. He winces, but.. That's enough for now.

Y/n shifts in his lap and a low groan escapes him as she rubs against him. Fuck. He had been so calm before, completely in control. Now be is throbbing, and his mind is still reeling from the complete 360 of the situation. Gods, and he can feel her body through her dress, so soft, so warm, pressing against him everywhere. His mind goes to how she'd felt against his fingers earlier, and he curses inwardly. Would she be just as hot, just as wet now? The sound that rumbles in his throat is almost a growl, when he picks Y/n up by the waist and turns her on his lap, so that she's now facing him, her knees on either side of his legs. She makes a surprised sound, but doesn't struggle when he guides her to sit down. His hands are still on her waist and Y/n moans when he suddenly presses her down against something hard. She blushes as she understands what it is, but Satoru is keeping her down on him. When she looks up, the intensity in Satoru's face makes her shudder. He's staring at her. And not in the same way as earlier. He looks about ready to just take her. The thought makes heat pool in her stomach. Is this what she wants? Does she want him? She knows that she does now... But then what will happen later? Her thought process is interrupted when Satoru harshly rutts his hips up against her. She moans as his hardness rubs into her. Oh Gods what's happening to her? She puts her hands against his chest as he keeps slowly thrusting up. Her forehead is pressed down against his shoulder as she softly whimpers with every move he makes.

She feels his breath on her ear, and then his voice, low and rumbling. "What were you thinking about so hard? Do I have to work harder to keep you from getting distracted?" A sharp thrust right against her center makes her cry out into her hand. Satoru chuckles darkly. "That won't do..." She feels a soft nip at her ear, and then his warm mouth, sucking at her earlobe. Despite herself, a broken moan spills from her lips. She whines as he keeps softly licking at her ear, sometimes lightly biting at it. He is going to drive her crazy. With everything he does she can feel herself become more wet and sparks are shooting through her core.

All the while he keeps his strong grip on her waist, keeps pushing her down. The pressure of him between her legs is almost too much, but he's not letting go, steadily rutting into her. With every thrust she can feel her dress slip a little more. Bit by bit it's being pushed away, out from between her legs. So, soon, the only thing left to protect her, will be the thin fabric of her undergarments. Her center starts tingling at the thought and she blushes. What is she thinking? It's not like he will actually.. He won't.. ? Right? They couldn't...

Before she can finish the thought however, the last piece of her dress is pushed out from under her, and his next thrust is right against her center. Her head shoots up as a surprised gasp sounds from her mouth. When she meets Satoru's eyes, his hard stare is already fixed on her. His face is almost expressionless, only his dilated pupils, and slight panting give away how he's feeling. He grins at her wolfishly. "What is wrong, your highness? You look a bit flushed." He ruts his hips up against her and Y/n whines. She doesn't even have the energy, or the state of mind to glare at him right now. "Satoru.. Ahh.." She had meant to say it in a reprimanding tone, but the press of him between her legs makes her whimper despite herself. Her eyes are half-closed at this point, so she doesn't see Satoru's eyes go wide. She does however, feel his grip tighten around her waist, and then him pulling her closer, until she's sitting flush against him. Her chest pressing into his, and his hardness sitting right against her, so that with even the tiniest movement she can feel him rubbing into her. Her eyes flutter open to meet his and the way he is staring at her makes her shudder.

"Why did you have to go and do that.." His voice is low and raspy and the look in his eyes makes her blush. Unconsciously, she slightly parts her lips as she looks at him, her gaze taking in his slightly messy hair and his partly unbuttoned shirt, showing his collarbones. Satoru groans at the sight of her. Why the hell does she have to look so seductive like this? She doesn't even know what she's doing but that face she's making is basically just begging for him to fuck her. Satoru's hands release their grip on Y/n's waist, and with one he tilts up her chin, while the other slides down to rest on her hip. Her eyes are glossed over when she meets his own. Her mind is far too occupied with the feeling of him between her legs, to focus on anything else. Satoru stares at her in fascination, slowly brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. If she looks like this now, then what would she look like if he were to- He grits his teeth, trying to suppress his treacherous thoughts, but the feeling of her pressing down on him, and the sight of her flushed face.. Gods he wants to fuck her. Rip those clothes off and sink into her. Make her scream as he pushes himself to the hilt. He just knows that the face she'll make will be beautiful. He clenches his jaw. He wants to have her, but.. Will she let him?

Y/n's eyes are still dazed when Satoru softly presses his lips to hers, and she automatically parts hers for him. A smug grin tugs on his lips as he pulls her face closer. So good for him. He kisses her gently at first, but within moments they are both panting. Satoru unconsciously starts to rut up into her again, almost instinctively. Y/n loudly moans into the kiss, and he swallows the sound as he crashes his lips into hers even harder. Y/n's hips rock from the force of his thrusts and he moves his hands to her hips to keep her pressed flush against him. A stream of whimpers sounds against Satoru's mouth as he keeps rubbing into her. She resists a bit at first, trying to move her hips away from him, but soon she leans into his thrusts as her orgasm keeps getting closer. Satoru grits his teeth against the waves of pleasure washing over him, with every stroke against her center. He has never had this much trouble controlling himself before, but just the feeling of Y/n rocking her hips against him, is pushing him dangerously close to the edge. He groans and grips her hips, guiding her to glide her up and down his length. He's pressing her flush against him, so that her sensitive button is rubbed into him over and over. Y/n's moans sound against his lips as she completely gives herself over to him. The feeling of his hard length pressing right between her folds, and his strong hands moving her against him, are making her core throb with need. She can feel the pressure building as heat and pleasure flood her body. His mouth on hers makes it hard to breath and the lack of oxygen is making her dizzy, which only makes the feeling of her approaching orgasm even more intense. She wraps her arms around his neck to pull him closer, pressing her chest to his as he keeps moving her hips, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. His hands pull her over him faster and faster, until finally, he thrusts his own hips up, and Y/n's eyes roll back as she comes. A string of broken whimpers spilling from her lips as she falls against his chest, with waves of pleasure shuddering through her body. Satoru wraps his arms around her and holds her close until her orgasm subsides.

Y/n is pretty sure she almost blacked out just now. Her orgasms have never been this intense before.. Her head is laying on Satoru's shoulder as he presses soft kisses to her temple, while weaving his fingers through her hair. She shuts her eyes from how nice it feels. He can be so gentle.. But that thought is shattered instantly when he speaks up. "Y/n." His voice is rough and low and the sound of it sends a spark straight to her core. She opens her eyes to look at him. The intensity of his gaze makes her shudder. He slowly pushes a lock of her hair behind her ear, before taking her face in his hand. "Y/n. Take them off." She freezes in his arms. "What?" His eyes don't leave hers for even a second. "Your undergarments. Take them off." Y/n can feel her face turn bright red and her voice is squeaky when it finally comes out. "You want me, to take them off?" A smirk pulls on Satoru's lips. "Or I can do it for you." She flushes even deeper. "Why.... Do you want them off?" Satoru slightly tilts his head at her, still half smiling. "You know exactly why." He slides one of his hands under her dress and up her bare leg, until his fingers are pressed against the drenched fabric covering her center. Satoru grins as Y/n whines at his touch,but then his smile disappears and he stares at her expressionlessly. "So. If you don't want this. I suggest you get up, and return to your chambers."

Y/n flinches and pales under his gaze, realizing that he is giving her a chance to back out. One last chance. If she doesn't walk away now, she knows how it will end. Her throat goes dry but she isn't sure if it's because of fear or arousal. Maybe it's both. She tries to think rationally, but her brain is so foggy.. She wants him so badly, but what will happen after? What will happen to them? "Y/n." Satoru's voice is a low warning. She has to decide right now. Y/n clenches her teeth and slowly, unwraps her arms from around his neck, putting her hands against his chest. She pushes herself away from him and carefully climbs off of his lap. All the while, Satoru keeps his eyes trained on her, trying to hold himself back from grabbing her and pulling her back. He almost scowls at himself. Why did he ever think she would stay? Y/n stands in front of him, meeting his gaze, although she seems to struggle with it. She takes a step back and Satoru grits his teeth. Fuck he's such an idiot for thinking she'd give herself to him. A sharp pain shoots through his chest at the thought of her leaving him behind like this. He balls his hands, which are now empty, in fists at his sides. He's about to avert his eyes, unable to keep looking at her, but then, Y/n reaches down for the hem of her dress, and Satoru freezes. There's no way.. He notices her downcast eyes, the blush on her cheeks, and her lips, which are pressed tightly together. He chuckles softly in disbelief. She's not leaving.

Slowly, Y/n move her hands under her dress, hooking her fingers behind the string which is keeping her undergarments tied around her waist. She can feel her chest flush with embarrassment as she pulls it loose and lets it fall to her feet, which are still hidden under the layers of her dress. Carefully, she steps forward, out of the piece of clothing, and towards Satoru. She's acutely aware of how close he is, and of the fact that now, there is nothing left covering her. With great effort, she manages to force her eyes up to meet his. The wolfish look on his face is enough to make her knees feel weak and she is tempted to take a step back again. But before she can move, his hands are around her waist and he's pulling her towards him, until she's standing between his knees. Her heart is beating like crazy and the heat of his hands feels like it's burning right through her dress. Is she really going to do this? Satoru's gaze has her frozen in place, and even though she wants to, she can't seem to look away from him. His breathing is shallow, just like hers, and she imagines her own pupils must be just as wide as his. His thumbs rub her sides over the fabric of her dress. "Are you certain?" It sounds like he's almost forcing out the words.

Y/n hesitates for a moment but nods. She knows she shouldn't do this, shouldn't want this, but... She does. She does want this, she wants him. Looking down at him like this, with his soft hair, perfect face and amazing body, of which she had only ever seen glimpses so far. She swallows nervously. If those few glimpses were anything to go by... "Y/n." His voice pulls her from her thoughts and her gaze moves from his chest to his eyes. Satoru has an insufferably smug grin plastered on his face. "You'll see it soon enough, don't worry." She feels her cheeks flush with embarrassment and indignation. That arrogant little... But her annoyance disappears in a flash when his hands pull on her waist again. "Sit down." His voice is low and quiet, but it's somehow still so commanding that without a second thought, she climbs back onto his lap.

Only a moment later she is met with the realisation of what exactly that means for her. She blushes furiously as she tries to fold her dress under her, in an attempt to have something, anything, keep her from sitting on his lap completely bare. But with one hand Satoru grabs both of her wrists and pulls them away. With the other, he tugs the dress from under her, making her squeak, while trying to struggle free of his grip. He tuts. "No no, your highness. No more hiding away from me." She glares at him. "That is easy for you to say. You are still fully dressed." Satoru raises an eyebrow at her with an amused smile. "Oh. Is that the issue? Well I was planning on taking care of that soon enough, but if you would prefer for me to get naked right now instead, I won't complain." He grins at her shocked expression before bringing her hands to his chest. "Go ahead." Y/n blinks at him completely taken aback. "What?" He tilts his head at her in fake confusion. "You wanted me to get naked, did you not? So help me undress. Or do you not know how?" Y/n flushes, both from annoyance, as well as the prospect of undressing him. "Do not mock me." She nervously chews on her bottom lip, before reaching for the highest button of his shirt. Her fingers tremble slightly, making it far more difficult than it should have been. Every now and then, her nails accidentally graze his skin, and she thinks she can hear his breath hitch a bit. Then, finally, she undoes the last button and lets his shirt fall open.

Y/n's breath catches in her throat as she looks at him. Has he always looked like this? Her lips slightly part looking at the muscles in his chest and stomach. How in the world did he become so strong? Of course she knew that he was a knight, but was this normal? Her eyes shoot up to meet him. "Do all knights look like this?" Satoru's smug expression is immediately replaced by a suspicious glare. "Why do you want to know that?" Y/n blinks up at him innocently. "Just for reference." Satoru is silent for a moment, before averting his eyes with a pout. "Not all of them. But some." He sneers at the twinkle in her eyes. "Don't go getting any weird ideas now your highness." Y/n grins wickedly. "Of course not. I wouldn't dare. Say, where do the knights usually train again? " Satoru lets out an annoyed growl and catches her wrists in his. "Don't you dare Y/n." She smiles sweetly. "Why not, no harm in looking now is there?" Satoru scowls at her. "Why would you go and look at them, when you can look at me anytime you want? I'm by far the prettiest you know." Y/n blushes as he puts her hands against his bare chest and leans in close, grinning seductively. "And. I'll also let you touch me, anytime you want. So don't bother with them."

Y/n can barely think over the sound of her heartbeat in her ears. His skin is so soft under her hands, but at the same time, his chest is so hard. Would his whole body feel like this... The thought sends even more blood rushing to her face as her eyes move further and further south. Satoru grins above her, and slowly, slides her hands over his skin, from his chest, down to his stomach, where he lets go of her wrists. Fascinated, Y/n traces the muscles with her fingers, feeling him shiver under her touch. She looks up curiously. "Is this sensitive?" Satoru is looking down at her with a tight smile. "Yes." She tilts her head. "Good sensitive or bad sensitive? " He grits his teeth. "Good." She grins happily. "Perfect." She bends back down and continues tracing the lines of his abdomen, her nails softly scraping against his skin. He groans and his hands shoot up to catch hers. "How about you touch me later? Hm?" Y/n pouts. "I thought you said I could touch you anytime? Should I go ask one of the other knights after all?" Satoru scowls at her as he lets go of her hands. With a deep sigh he leans back, draping his arms over the back of the bench, making the muscles in his sides pull taut. "Fine. Do as you wish. But don't blame me for the consequences."

Y/n's fingers stop in their path over his skin and she frowns at him. "Why did that sound like a threat?" Satoru shrugs, his eyes closed. "Not a threat. Just a warning." Y/n scoffs before turning her attention back to his body. It's truly mesmerizing.. She drags her fingers up from his stomach to his chest, following the shadows cast by the lanterns. Her fingertips lightly slide over his collarbone, then follow the muscles to his shoulder, his arm and finally his hand. She mumbles, half to herself. "I never noticed, but you have very pretty hands. Long fingers too." Satoru smiles lazily, his eyes still closed. "Want to see what I can do with them?" He suggestively wiggles his fingers at her. A slight blush appears on her cheeks but she just swats at his digits. Satoru chuckles softly as she moves her hands back to his stomach.

"You know, if you go a bit lower, there's something even harder." Y/n gasps in disbelief at his crudeness. "Satoru!" The man in question just shrugs and smirks. "I'm just saying." Y/n glares at him, before reaching out to brush her fingers over his lower stomach. Frowning, she murmurs to herself. "There's no way it's harder..." A low chuckle sounds above her. "Only one way to find out princess." She glares at his face, before her eyes wander to his lap. It had felt very hard against her before.. The tips of her ears feel warm when she thinks back at the feeling. She frowns. But could it really be even harder than his stomach? Her hand hovers over his belt. Should she just find out? He did tell her she could undress him.. Encouraged it even. Her frown deepens, but her fingers trail closer and closer to the glasp. Why is she so curious about this? Is it just the general subject that's fascinating to her, or is it that she wants to see him specifically? The flush on her cheeks makes her thankful that Satoru still has his eyes closed. She looks up at his face one more time, working up the courage to ask.

"... Is it okay if I take this off?" Satoru's body tenses up beneath her, and for a moment he is silent. "Of course. I already told you you could." His voice sounds a bit strained, but when her hands start undoing his belt, he makes no move to stop her. Her fingers make quick work of the thing, as well as the buttons of his trousers, until she's able to fold it away from his hips. For a moment she just stares. She can only see the bulge for now of course, but isn't it a bit big? She had always assumed mens' members would be around the length of her hand, but.. She glances up. Satoru is still leaning back, still not looking at her, although she can see the tension in his stomach. She moves her eyes back to her hands. Would it be okay if she touched him? She flushes at the thought, but right now her intrigue is stronger than her embarrassment. She wants to see exactly how big he is. Feel if it's actually that hard. Her blush deepens as she reaches out with her hand. Is she really going to touch him? Of course, it's not like it should be much worse than all the other things they've done tonight.. But so far, Satoru has been the one doing the touching, not the other way around. She shakes off her worries. Either way, she had literally already had an orgasm on his lap as well as on his fingers, this was practically innocent in comparison. Slowly, carefully, sge lays her hand over him.

Satoru's whole body freezes beneath her, but Y/n doesn't even notice. All she can focus on is the heat of him against her palm. How can it possibly be this hot? It's practically glowing! She slides her hand down over the fabric, lining the bottom of her hand up with the start of him. She stares at the length still sticking out above the tips of her fingers. It really is big... Intrigued, she runs her hand over him, feeling slight ridges through the fabric of his drawers. Those must be the veins. She's seen pictures before in her anatomy books, but she never imagined that even the veins would feel this hard. She experimentally folds her hand around him, as far as the fabric allows. Satoru was right, it truly is basically solid. She squeezes softly, marveling at the feeling. It's pulsing. She can literally feel it pulse against her skin. She's sliding her hand down, wanting to feel the base, when suddenly, Satorus's hand is wrapped around her wrist. Gripping it, really. "Y/n." His voice is low, tense, and the way he says her name sounds a lot like a warning. Her gaze shoots up to his face. His eyes are open now, a muscle is ticking in his jaw, and his chest is rising and falling rapidly. "You should stop." The words are being forced out through his teeth as he stares at her pointedly, squeezing her wrist. She blinks up at him silently for a moment. "Do you want me to stop?" A strangled groan. "Of course not." She frowns. "Then why..?" Satoru presses his eyes shut in frustration, her hand still folded over him. "Because if you don't, I might just get a little bit too excited. And you aren't ready yet."

Y/n pales. Oh. That's what he meant. She looks down at their hands, at his length, and has to swallow hard. How will it feel.. Having him inside of her? She blushes furiously at the image. Wait.. Would it even fit? She frowns. But.. It would probably feel good. Everything he had done so far had felt good. Her gaze glides up over his body, over all of the perfectly sculpted muscles. Gods, she still can't believe that this is really Satoru. And the fact that this was who she had been kissing all night.. Heat pools in her stomach at the thought. Was she really going to have sex with him? With her best friend? She frowns. Would she really have gone as far as she had, if she only saw him as a friend? She shakes her head. Of course not. A nervous feeling starts in her chest. Does that mean that she has feelings for him? And if so, should she really do this? What if he doesn't feel the same.. What if he has no issues having sex with people he just sees as friends... She glances at his hand on hers. Even so... She can't stop anymore right now. She looks up at Satoru, meeting his eyes. If spending the night with him is a mistake, then she is willing to make that mistake. She'll just learn from it later.

"What if I am ready?" Satoru frowns at her. "What?" Y/n blushes, but doesn't avert her eyes. "You said that I should stop, because otherwise you might do something that I am not yet ready for. But I am. I'm ready." Satoru's grip on her tightens slightly for a moment. He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath through his nose, before looking at her again." Y/n, half my blood is occupied right now, so I have very little brain capacity left. If you want to tease me, now is not the best time." Y/n bristles and glares at him indignantly. "I was not teasing you. I meant it. But since you clearly are incapable of taking me seriously, I take it back." She lets go of him and pulls her wrist from his grasp. "I hope you have fun by yourself. I shall return to my chambers." She starts to push away from him, but suddenly both of his hands are wrapped around her underarms. She looks up, planning to snap at him, but the hungry look in his eyes shuts her up. "You meant it?" She wants to curse at him, but the only thing she manages is a shy, irritated nod.

Satoru groans low in his throat and the sound sends sparks through her whole body. His coarse hands slide up her arms, to her shoulders, and then to her face. He gently rubs his thumbs over her skin, as he leans in close to whisper against her lips. "I hope you know what you're doing, your highness, because I'm not letting you run away anymore now." Y/n barely has time to look shocked before he presses his mouth to hers in a deep, slow kiss. It's not rough like the ones before. He's taking his time exploring her mouth, gently biting at her lower lip and brushing his tongue against hers. At the same time, his hands move down. First, to undo his drawers, and then, to grip her hips. Her surprised yelp when he basically picks her up, is swallowed up by his mouth. He lifts her to rest flush against his chest, her hips still raised off of his lap by his hands, with her knees on the bench. He slightly pulls back to look at her before setting her down to rest on top of him. He sees her eyes go wide as she realizes. Even the tips of her ears turn pink.

"Satoru..", her voice is squeaky as she looks down in shock. "Is that..", her gaze moves back up and she meets his hungry, half-hooded eyes. His fingers tip up her chin and he kisses her softly, gently, to put her at ease. "Don't worry your highness. I'll be nice." His voice is low and husky against her lips, and she can basically hear him smiling smugly. A shiver creeps up her spine. She can feel him resting against her. He's so hot, so big, and so impossibly hard. Her heart beats in her throat and her short breaths are making her chest feel tight. The idea that he can feel her against him as well is making her more and more self-conscious. She can feel the warmth pooling at her center, which means that right now, with her sitting on top of him, it'll get on him too. Blood rushes to her cheeks and she's thankful that their eyes are closed right now. Subtly, she tries to raise her hips, if even just by a little bit, just so there will be a tiny bit of distance between the two of them. But before she can even move at all a soft nip at her lips makes her startle. "What do you think you're doing, your highness?" Satoru's voice makes her breath stutter and when she looks up at her he's grinning slightly. "I told you I wouldn't let you run away anymore now didn't I?" Suddenly both of his hands are on her hips and.. he's pushing her down. Y/n gasps as she feels him being pressed right between her folds. "Satoru!" Her voice is little more than a shocked moan, even though she had meant it to be a reprimand. Satoru's hands strengthen their grip on her hips and she whimpers as he pushes her to rub over his length. "What is it your highness?" His tone is teasing, almost mocking. Y/n knows he isn't actually expecting a response, but she still glares at him, though half-heartedly. All of her attention is being pulled to the feeling of him against her. It's hot, and hard and he's rubbing that sensitive spot over and over again. It's making her whole lower body throb with pleasure and she can't stop the moans spilling from her throat. His strong hands keep moving her hips against him and with every glide of him between her folds, more electricity sparks through her nerves. Her fingers clench onto the fabric of his shirt as she holds onto him. The tension keeps building higher and higher in her core, until she's sure it's going to explode. Unconsciously, her hips start to go along with Satoru's lead, pushing back and forth over his length, until his hands are doing nothing more than grip onto her. Y/n's eyes are pressed shut as she leans her forehead down on Satoru's shoulder, panting and moaning, tears about to fall from her eyes.

Above her, Satoru isn't much better of. The feeling of Y/n's warmth, her soft center sliding over him, is driving him completely insane. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her skin. Y/n is rubbing into him by herself now, no longer needing his hands to push her. So the only thing he can do is dig his fingers into her hips, while gritting his teeth to restrain himself. Gods what he wouldn't give to drive himself up into her right now, feeling that heat wrap tightly around him, making her scream his name. He groans against her neck. "Fuck. Y/n." His low voice vibrates against her skin and Y/n feels goosebumps form on her arms and back. She can't stop herself from moaning and rocking her hips into him, while they both keep getting more hot, more wet, more sensitive. Small droplets are starting to appear on their skin as the temperature and the tension of their bodies keeps rising. They are both panting heavily, and Satoru can't stop himself from thrusting back against her. Y/n whines as this causes him to mash hard into her sweet spot. She knows that she's close, she can feel it in the shaking of her legs, in the tension in her core, and in the sparks she feels every time she rubs over him. So close. So very very close. Satoru's mouth against her skin is dizzying, with every breath she can feel a tickling sensation travel from her neck to her center, making her pulse on the inside. She shudders, which accidentally pushes her neck closer against him.

Satoru is too far gone to even think about anything beside how warm she is, how wet she is, and that he can't come yet. So when he feels her skin pressing against his mouth he reacts purely on instinct. She smells so good, how would she taste.. He licks a long stripe up her neck, and Y/n slaps a hand over her mouth to stop herself from crying out. The feeling of his warm tongue against her skin is sending waves of pleasure straight to her core. Satoru keeps licking and sucking at her neck, loving the way her body responds. She's whimpering and trembling against him, her hips having completely abandoned their movement. Instead it's now only him slowly thrusting up against her, pushing through her folds and making them rub into each other. Y/n's tension keeps building further and further as the combination of his mouth and his hips against her becomes overwhelming. Tears are freely streaming down her face now and an uninterrupted string of moans spills from her throat. Satoru is half in a daze as he keeps sucking pretty purple spots on her skin. He's dizzy, but everything just feels so good. Her hips in his hands feel good, her moans in his ears feel good, her skin on his tongue feels good. Gods he can't fucking stop. He licks another stripe on her throat and accidentally grazes her skin with his teeth, pulling a loud whimper from her lips. He groans. More. He wants to make her cry more. Experimentally, he softly bites into her shoulder and is rewarded with another high-pitched moan. Fuck, yes. More. He wants more.

Y/n is about to tip over the edge. She feels like she's overheating and the pleasure just keeps building further and further. His mouth is driving her crazy, his tongue, his teeth, his breath against her skin, it's too much. And he keeps thrusting himself into her, every time she thinks it can't become even more intense, he rubs against her and she's wrong again. She can barely get enough oxygen as moans keep spilling from her lips with every single thing he does to her. Her vision is blurred with tears and she's so incredibly sensitive. His tongue against her neck, then his teeth, his teeth are... Y/n's mouth falls open in shock when she feels his teeth sink into her skin, right in the crook of her neck. Light flashes behind her eyes and all the tension suddenly releases, explodes, as she feels herself tip over the edge. A strangled cry is ripped from her throat and she realizes she might actually pass out this time. Waves of pleasure course through her body as she feels herself tremble with the intensity of it. Her fingers dig into Satoru's shirt, his chest, anything to hold onto. His mouth is still on her, his teeth still pressing into her skin, not deep enough to draw blood, but definitely leaving a mark.

Finally, Satoru carefully pulls back, softly licking over the spot to soothe the sting. His hands go to Y/n's waist, and he pulls her to him, holding her close through the orgasm that's rippling through her body. Her center is still pulsing against him, and a dull pleasure keeps coming with every beat of her heart. She just leans into him, depending on him to keep her upright. She's so awfully tired, she can't even feel her legs. "Y/n." Satoru's voice is low and raspy, and there's urgency in his tone. Y/n forces her eyes up to his, even though her head feels so very heavy right now. Satoru gently tilts up her chin, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips. "I'm so sorry Y/n, but I can't wait anymore." Y/n's eyes have already fluttered close and she only hears half of what he's saying. "Hm? Sorry?" She can feel his hands move back to her hips, and she's pulled up, until he's holding her pressed against his chest with one arm, her hips raised away from his. "Hm?" Her lazy brain can't seem to understand what's happening, so the only thing she can do is mutter to herself a bit. Until suddenly, she feels something press against her center and her eyes blink open in confusion. "What..?" Satoru puts his free hand on her cheek and forces her to look at him. "I'm sorry, I can't.. I can't wait anymore." His eyes are hooded with desire and she can see how far gone he is. "Wait? With what..?" Her mind is still so foggy, she just can't understand. But Satoru doesn't answer her. Instead he let's go of her face to move his hand down, and he leans in to press a kiss to her lips. Hmm, Gods, she's just.. So tired. Her eyes flutter closed as his soft lips move against hers and she kisses him back sleepily. This is nice.. Satoru's holding her in his arms, and his mouth is so soft..

Satoru groans into Y/n's mouth when he feels her entrance against his tip. Gods, it's so hot, so wet.. He could just bury himself all the way into her immediately.. He won't, of course. It's her first time and he isn't exactly on the smaller side.. Will she be able to take all of him? The image that flashes through his mind makes him throb almost painfully. Fuck he really can't handle this. He lowers her slowly, so excruciatingly slowly, until his tip is pressing against her, trying to push its way in. She's so wet, so slippery, so soft... He can feel her starting to stretch around him, and Y/n makes a confused sound against his lips, still kissing him lazily. At least it's not hurting her so far, Satoru breathes a sigh of relief before he suddenly groans. So tight.. With every bit he pushes in, he can feel her stretch tighter around his tip, until he's sure he can't get in any further. Y/n moans into his mouth when he starts to slowly circle his thumb around her sensitive spot. He lightly nips at her bottom lip. "Relax for me sweetheart." His low, sultry voice makes heat pool in her stomach and Y/n feels a pleasant shudder travel up her spine. She wraps her arms around his neck as he keeps rubbing his fingers over her. Slowly but surely Satoru can feel himself push in. A muscle tenses in his jaw as he holds back from instinctually thrusting up into her. Fuck. He needs to go slow. Bit by bit he has her sink down on him until she is squirming against his chest, finally starting to feel the burn of the stretch. "Satoru..?" Her voice is muffled against his lips, still sounding absent through the haze of her exhaustion. "Shhh, don't worry your highness, just a little more and then it will get easier." Y/n only moans in response, as the pressure of him against increases. Satoru grits his teeth at her tightness. "Just.. A little further.." He keeps pushing slowly until finally, he sinks into her, and they both groan in unison. "Satoru? What is..? It's so big.." Y/n's arms tense around him and she presses her face in the bend of his shoulder. Satoru can't respond, he's too busy getting his breathing back under control. Fuck she feels amazing. Wrapped around him so tight, so hot, he's actually going to melt. He hisses as she squirms. "Fuck. Y/n. You're going to snap my dick off." She just whimpers against his shoulder. Her entrance is being stretched so far.. And it feels so full.

Y/n still hasn't fully registered what exactly is happening, all she knows is that it's making her feel strange. Not bad, but strange. And even though she isn't familiar with the feeling, her body eagerly leans into it. She wants to sink down more, feel even fuller.. But Satoru's arm is keeping her in place. Without thinking, she angles her hips, forcing his tip to push in just a little deeper. It's just a tiny bit but Satoru groans at the unexpected feeling. Fuckkk. He breathes in deeply, forcing himself to relax. "That wasn't very princess-like your highness", he grumbles at her through clenched jaws. Y/n just mumbles and squirms against his grip. "So full.."

Satoru wrenches his eyes shut. This woman... He holds her pressed tight against his chest for a few moments longer, until he's sure that he's back in control. Then, he opens his eyes and smiles at her tightly. "Fine. You want to be full, your highness? I can help with that." His arm around her relaxes its grip, allowing her to sink down on him a little further. Y/n's eyes go wide and her nails dig into the back of his shirt. Soft, half-conscious whimpers fall from her lips as her walls are being stretched around him. Satoru pushes in deeper, his eyes heavy from the pleasure washing over him. His arm tenses around her as it becomes more difficult to restrain himself. Gods he wants to just push her down, fuck up into her until he's buried to the hilt. But he can't hurt her. He clenches his teeth as he continues to go torturously slow. More and more of his length disappears into her and Satoru can't believe how much of him she is taking. Y/n is whining loudly, with her face buried in his neck, her walls clenching around him. A deep groan rumbles in his chest. This has to be either heaven or hell.

Y/n's lower body feels like it's on fire. Heat rushes through her veins and she can feel her center pulsing. She's being stretched so far and she feels so unbelievably full that she's sure that there must be a bulge in her stomach, hidden under her dress. The electricity sparking through her core is finally starting to fully wake her up. Where it had felt like a fever dream before, everything now starts to feel more and more real. Satoru's warm, strong body that's pressed against hers, his back under her hands and.. Oh god. He's so deep inside of her. Her eyelids feel heavy from the overwhelming pressure in her stomach and tears are starting to drip down her face. She can barely breath as broken sounds keep spilling from her throat. Satoru groans, as he makes her sink down even further and Y/n digs her nails into his skin. No! It's too much. He's too big! So incredibly big, so deep oh Gods. Her eyes lose focus and all she can concentrate on is him pushing against the deepest part of her, and deeper still, stretching her further. She can't take any more, she can't, she really really can't. Pushing her knees against the bench, she keeps her hips from moving any further. It's too big, too full, he's too deep. Her thoughts stumble over each other as her whole body trembles.

She can feel Satoru' s chest rise heavy against her own as he presses a kiss to her hair. "You're doing so good for me Y/n, you're taking me so well." His words are soothing but she can hear the strain in his voice. His arm is tense around her and his other hand is gripping her hip. She stifles a sob against his shoulder, too overwhelmed, too full. He shushes her, still pressing gentle kisses on her hair. "Shh, does it hurt?" Y/n shakes her head against him. She doesn't know what she's feeling, just that it's too much. Satoru leans his head on hers. "I'll wait until you feel better. I won't move, I promise." She nods at his reassurance and finally relaxes a bit, the muscles in her core no longer as tense. Above her, she can hear Satoru take deep, controlled breaths, and she realizes that he's also struggling. She shifts her weight, causing her to accidentally tighten around him, and they both gasp in surprise. "Fuck. Y/n...", Satoru groans against the crown of her head. "I'm sorry..", she whimpers breathlessly.

Satoru grits his teeth. "How do you feel? Better?" Y/n just hums her agreement. "Can I move?" She hesitates, then nods. But even though she tells him yes, her fingers dig into his shirt and she tenses up. He leans his mouth against her hair. "Relax love, I'll go slow. It won't hurt." He kisses her crown and tilts her chin up. "I promise." Satoru's breath fans over her lips, and Y/n lets her eyes fall closed as he kisses her. He moves slowly, lazily, as he explores her mouth, distracting her from her anxiety.

Satoru can feel some of the tension leave Y/n's body as she leans into the kiss. He rubs over her cheek soothingly as his other hand moves to her center. She jolts against him when she feels his touch on her. But before she can move away Satoru weaves his hand through her hair and pulls her face closer, eliciting a surprised moan. His thumb starts to slowly circle around her and Y/n squirms in his grip, her walls pulsing against him. Satoru groans into her mouth. He's so deep inside of her, and the feeling of her around him is making his brain go numb. Frowning, he struggles against the urge to thrust up. She's so warm, so soft, if only she could take all of him.. But she's obviously at her limit already, so he has to be careful.

As Satoru keeps rubbing against her, Y/n can feel tingles and heat spread through her center, the pleasure building with every brush of his thumb. Whining against his mouth, she is incredibly aware of the pressure of him inside of her. Gods how is he so big? She had never even thought about it before, but who would have thought that Satoru could be this big? Her eyes fly open as suddenly, the realisation washes over her in full force. Satoru is inside of her. She's having sex with him and he's all the way inside of her. He is kissing her, touching her, fucking her.. Heat rushes to her cheeks and she pulls away from the kiss. She blinks at Satoru in a daze. How had she never considered him in such a way before? Looking at him now the thought seems unfathomable. With his bare skin under her hands, his flushed face so close to her's, his eyes heavy with lust and his length buried so deep inside of her. How had she been able to act normal around him? Her eyes slowly travel over his handsome face, his strong body, completely in disbelief.

Satoru frowns in annoyance as Y/n pulls away. His hand moves to her hip and he gives a quick thrust up, pulling a sharp gasp from Y/n's throat. His fingers grip her chin as he grins down at her. "Distracted, princess? Am I not keeping you entertained enough?" Y/n blinks up at him with wide, shocked eyes. "What..? No.. That's no-" She yelps again as another thrust follows. Satoru leans in closer, his lips almost touching hers. "Guess I'll have to try harder then huh?" Y/n has no time to respond before both of his hands are on her hips and he's lifting her up. "Wha-?" A confused sound leaves her mouth, but then his hands immediately push her back down and she gasps. Before she can react, Satoru immediately lifts her up again, and then down, and back up, until he's dragging her up and down his length with an unrelenting pace. Y/n doesn't get even a moment of respite as all of her senses are being flooded with the sensation of him thrusting into her, filling her up. Wild sparks are flying through her body, all the way from her center, to her legs and back. The feeling of him rubbing and bruising her insides sending hot pulses to her core.

"Satoru! Wait!", the words leave her mouth in a broken stutter, her nails digging into his back, as he keeps lifting her up and down rapidly. Tears well up in her eyes and her walls ache with the effort to accommodate him. When she looks up, Satoru's face is tense, his gaze glued to her. The intensity of it almost makes her dizzy. Gone are his gentle eyes from before, all that's left is hunger and lust, and he's out of patience. Y/n almost feels a bit afraid when she realises that he won't stop anymore now. All she can do is take it.

Another hard thrust makes her whole body shake in his hands and she yelps. He's pushing in so deep, and he's so hard, she is almost certain that he is bruising her insides, if that's even possible. But strangely the dull pain doesn't bother her, it almost feels good. The way he's slamming into her is also causing him to brush over, and hit another sensitive spot deep inside of her, over and over again. It's different from when he used his fingers. That feeling was sharper, quicker. This feels more like heavy waves of pleasure, that ripple every time he thrusts into her. The combination of that and the vague pain is somehow making her want more. She wants him to drive himself up into harder, deeper, fill her up completely.

Y/n's eyes lose focus as Satoru keeps pressing her down on him, his fingers gripping her hips as the muscles in his arms bulge with the force of his actions. The feeling of her hot, tight walls around him is pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He clenches his jaw as he keeps dragging her over his length, basically using her like a doll. He knows it's wrong, but he can't help it. Her warmth, her soft hips, her tear-stained face, it just makes him want to see her cry more, scream more. He wants to bury himself into her. Fuck her until she is moaning, sobbing his name. He will make her come, again, and again, and again, and then he'll fill her up and start all over again. His eyes feel heavy with pleasure as her walls rub and pulse against his length, sucking him in and tightening with every thrust.

Y/n’s voice is broken and every time Satoru slams her hips down on him, the breath is rushed out of her. Sparks fly behind her eyes when he bottoms out. It feels like every thrust is harder, faster, more intense than the last. He keeps stretching her further, pushing even deeper. Her vision becomes hazy as the pressure building in her core becomes too much. He keeps slamming right into that one spot and every time pleasure shocks through her body. The feeling keeps building higher and higher until finally, Satoru snaps his hips up to meet hers, and it explodes deep inside of her. Her whole body trembles with the force of her orgasm and she grabs onto Satoru's back. She can feel herself pulse around him and a groan rumbles in his chest.

For a second she thinks he'll let her rest for a moment, but then she hears him curse and she's lifted back up. She yelps, still too sensitive. "Wait no!" But her protests fall on deaf ears and his strong hands press her back down over him. A pained moan leaves her mouth as she digs her nails into his back, desperate for anything to hold onto. "Satoru please! It's too much!" Tears fall from her eyes as he keeps slamming her down on him. Another wave of pleasure is already starting to build again, but the feeling is too sharp, too soon. A combination of moans and sobs falls from her lips as his length keeps pressing deep inside of her.

"Y/n." His voice is deep and raspy and her eyes snap up to meet his. But she sees no pity in gaze, only need. He's not going to stop. Another sob wrecks her body as tears keep streaming down her face. She's too full, it's too much, she's going to break! One of his hands holds her face and gently wipes away some of her tears. Breathing heavy, her eyes meet his as he stares at her expression hungrily. Slowly, he leans further back against the bench, grabbing the back of her head to pull her along and into a kiss. Y/n moans into his mouth as his tongue licks against hers, his other hand still pushing her down on him. With one of his hands occupied, she figures he can't lift her anymore, so she'll have some time to calm down. Oh how very wrong she is.

A sharp thrust of his hips pushes him deep inside of her and Y/n gasps into the kiss. She tries to pull away, but Satoru doesn't let her and instead, presses his lips to hers harder, needier, until she can hardly breathe. His hips keep slamming up against her and with every thrust she can feel him bury himself all the way into her body. Waves of painful pleasure wash over her every time he bottoms out. She can taste the salt of her tears on his lips as he presses them to hers. Gods he's going to break her! His thrusts keep coming faster and faster now, and with every snap of his hips it seems like he's trying to go deeper. Both the way he's kissing her, and fucking up into her, seems to get more and more desperate. Y/n realises that he must be close. The thought sends a wave of red hot pleasure to her core and a tingling sensation starts to form in her center. She's going to come again.

Satoru groans against her lips. "Y/n. Should I pull out?" His voice is tense and she can hear the effort and restraint in his words. She should say yes, but her mind is so hazy, she can't think straight. All she knows is that she doesn't want him to stop, not when she's so close, and he feels so good inside. Almost instinctively she shakes her head, wrapping her arms tighter around Satoru's neck to keep him close, keep him inside. He curses against her mouth and both of his hands move to grab her hips. He slams himself up into her, while also pushing her hips down on him. Every thrust is so hard, so deep that he's definitely bruising her, his pace merciless. She whines against his lips, she's so sore, but so incredibly sensitive. Her center pulses every time he buries himself into her and hot sparks keep shooting through her veins. She's so full, so warm and so, so close. He keeps thrusting into her, his hips snapping up as he slams her down on him. Y/n moans and sobs against his lips, the pain and the pleasure both becoming too much. Satoru's thrusts become more erratic as he feverishly chases his high. A few last times he slams his hips to hers, before completely pressing her down on him. He tries to force his length in as far as possible, until finally, he's buried to the hilt. Y/n cries out, while a deep groan rumbles in Satoru's throat as he comes inside of her, his fingers digging into her hips. Almost immediately, his hand moves to her center. With quick, purposeful strokes, his fingers rub against her and Y/n lets out a strangled cry. Combined with the feeling of him in her stomach, the pleasure shooting through her center now is too much. Her body trembles as she comes around him. Satoru moans, softly kissing her lips, while he works her through it. The orgasm leaves her shaking in his lap and all she can do is lean against him.

When they have both finally come down from their high, they stay like that for a moment, completely exhausted. Satoru sitting back, with Y/n laying against his chest, small tremors still rippling through her body. He keeps pressing soft kisses to her hair, while gently stroking her face. Y/n can barely keep her eyes open, the only thing keeping her awake is the slowly dawning reality of what just happened. She tries to lift herself off of Satoru, but his arm tightens around her waist and keeps her in place. "Shh, let's stay like this for a bit. I don't want to move yet." His soft, tired voice sends a shiver up her spine. Gods... She just had sex. She let Satoru fuck her, and he even.. Came inside of her. Her face turns bride red and she's thankful for being able to hide against his chest. Slowly, panic starts to rise up in her mind. So now what? What the hell was she going to do now? Would they even still be able to be friends after this? Did he want to stay friends, or did he want more? Did she want more? Oh Gods what is she going to do?!

She can feel Satoru's chest rumble against her cheek as he chuckles softly. "You're overthinking again aren't you?" Y/n turns her head to glare up at him. "It isn't overthinking if it's justifiable! And it's better than not thinking at all!" Satoru grins and shrugs. "You're worrying too much. I told you, nothing has to change if you don't want it to." Y/n frowns skeptically and he chuckles. "Sure. I'm going to have a very hard time looking at you without imagining you moaning my name now but hey! That doesn't mean we can't be friends!" Y/n's eyes go wide and she flushes. "That's exactly what I mean!"

Satoru sighs and smiles at her gently. "You want me to be serious? Fine. If you want, we can go back to how it was before, it will hurt a bit, but I promise I will do whatever feels best for you. I won't be weird about it and we can even pretend all of this never happened." Y/n frowns at him. "Hurt?" Satoru continues, ignoring her. "Of course, another, much more fun option, would be to to stay friends, but let me fuck you on a balcony every now and then!" He grins as Y/n turns bright red and tries to pull away. "Easy now, your highness. A very precious part of me is still stuck inside of you and I'd prefer it if you didn't snap it off." She bristles, and flushes even further, but let's Satoru press her back against his chest. "How can you even suggest that... I'm royalty, and you're part of the high nobility. Technically what we just did is already considered taboo, and you're suggesting we do it consistently?" Satoru shrugs. "Not many nobles adhere to such customs anyway, but if you're worried about that we can always get married." Y/n's eyes go wide and she freezes, too shocked to look up at him. "You would get married just for such a reason? You should not take marriage so lightly."

For a moment it's silent, and when Satoru does speak, he sounds.. Hesitant, nervous almost. "Believe me.. I'm not taking it lightly. And don't worry, I am not trying to convince you to marry me. It's just... If we must get married anyway, why not to each other? I am one of the few men your age with sufficiently high status, and I would much rather get married to a close friend, than to an arranged stranger." Y/n meets his eyes. He does look nervous.. Is he serious? She opens her mouth to respond, but Satoru suddenly shrugs with a grin. "Of course, it doesn't hurt either that the sex is great. I probably won't find many women able to take me as well as you can." Y/n's frown turns into a glare and she slaps him on the chest. "I knew you couldn't be serious for even a second. Maybe I should snap your dick off after all." Satoru grabs her wrist. "Sorry, sorry, please don't? And I was being serious, but I get that it's not something we should think about right now." He smiles apologetically and Y/n's expression softens. "Fine. And yes, I think we're both much too tired for such a topic.." Satoru nods. "So, what do you want to do, for now?"

Y/n stiffens. Right, she still has to decide. What will she do... She looks up at him. To most people, he would look completely calm, but she can see the slight tension in his smile. So he is scared too... She averts her gaze and presses her cheek to his chest, listening to his fast, steady heartbeat. What does she want... Could she even go back to how it was before? Could she ever look at him the same? Act like nothing ever happened? She frowns. Even the thought is ridiculous. Of course she couldn't. Even if Satoru promises that everything will be the same, it can never be true, not for him, and not for her... The realisation hurts. So she basically has two choices. Either they stay friends, but in a... New way. Or, they don't stay friends at all. They go back home, and stop having any relationship, they'll go back to being strangers. The very thought fills her with dread and she realises that tears have formed in her eyes. She quickly wipes them away and sniffles. Could she handle being strangers? No. She definitely couldn't. And it's not like she would mind having.. 'that kind' of relationship with Satoru.. A blush kreeps up her neck. The only problem is that it would be looked down upon. But, it's not like they would have to tell anyone? Right? Then maybe it would be fine? She looks up at Satoru. "Can we do it.. Secretly?" His eyes go wide for a moment, completely in disbelief that she's actually considering it. Then a smile pulls on his lips. "Of course. No one would know. We will just act as normal in public and they won't assume a thing. At least, no more than they always have." Y/n frowns for a moment, but chooses not to ask. "Alright then... We should probably get up and go to bed? The party is also long over by now I assume."

Satoru is still grinning happily. "Alright your highness, then, if you would?" Y/n rolls her eyes before attempting to lift herself off of him, and falling right back. She blinks in disbelief. "I can't get up." Satoru tilts his head in question and she glares at him in embarrassment. "My legs... I can't get up." For a moment he is silent, and then he roars with laughter. "Ah! Well then. Please excuse me." Still laughing, he slowly lifts her off of his lap, and onto the bench, before rearranging his clothes. Brushing over the many folds and wrinkles, he sighs. "You made quite the mess of me tonight, your highness. I do hope you will take responsibility." Y/n stares at him in disbelief, her dress crumpled under her, her shoes and underwear discarded. "You had better be kidding." Satoru lifts his hands in surrender. "Alright. Fair enough. My apologies. I suppose I have made quite the mess of you too." He grins wickedly at her disheveled appearance. "Now. Please excuse me." Before she can react, Y/n has been swept up in his arms and he carries her towards the door, pocketing her underwear on the way. "Satoru! What are you doing?! I can't be seen like this!" He lifts an eyebrow. "Then what were you planning to do? Walk?" He grins smugly and she smacks him on the shoulder. "You should repent, not pride yourself in your misdeeds." Satoru smirks. "If you so desire, I can repent all you want later tonight?" A blush kreeps up her chest against her will, and Y/n glares at him, but doesn't argue anymore. Satoru pushes through the doors, into the remote, deserted hallway. He moves in the opposite direction of the ballroom, towards the separate stairs at the end of the foyer. This way, the only people they could run into would be staff.

They get to their floor without meeting anyone, and Y/n is almost ready to finally relax. But then, right in front of her room, there he is. His wide, swollen eyes meet hers and he pushes away from the wall shakily. "Y/n?" Above her Satoru makes an annoyed sound. "Tsk. Slimy bastard still hasn't learned his lesson I see." The prince staggers over to them, clearly drunk, and from his eyes it's obvious that he has been crying. "Y/n, my love, please! I'm so sorry! I promise, from now on I will never even so much as look at another woman! So please! Please don't leave me!" He falls to his knees in front of them. "Please! Won't you at least talk to me?" His pleading eyes turn into a hateful glare when he looks at Satoru's. “You! Put down my fiancée this instant! And leave. I have to talk to her alone.”

Y/n notices the evil grin that creeps over Satoru's face. "My apologies, your highness. But I'm afraid that I can't." The prince stares at him in disbelief. "What the hell do you mean you can't?! Put her down!" Satoru's grin only widens when he stares down at the man. "She can't stand." The prince blinks up at him stupidly. "What?" Satoru looks down at him smugly. "I said. She can't stand." The kneeling man freezes, finally understanding the meaning behind the knight's words. "What.. No... Please no." His eyes shoot to Y/n. "PLEASE! MY LOVE! TELL ME YOU DIDN'T! YOU WOULD NEVER LET HIM! RIGHT?! YOU WOULDN'T!" He is shaking and his eyes look feverish, gleaming with unshed tears. Y/n just stares down at him. Not a single emotion on her face. "That is no longer any of your concern, your highness. Now please. I am exhausted, so I would like to retire to my chambers." The prince almost seems to shrink under her gaze, any hope that he had left, leaving him. He just sits there, defeated, unmoving, even as Satoru scoffs and walks around him, and into Y/n's chambers, locking the door behind him.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #satoru x reader #jjk x female reader #jujutsu kaisen x female reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x y/n #satoru x female reader #gojo x female reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #satoru x you #satoru x y/n

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crayonkant · 7 months

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Saezuru Chapter Titles

Well, my archival obsession with the chapter covers continues. Here are all titles to date as of October 2023.

Legend, based on the illustration:

Yashiro - italics Doumeki - bold font Yashiro and Doumeki - blue font

[1] Defiant, or twisted, there's nothing else to do... but continue living.

[2] Unconsciously, love is born.

[3] Sentimental, irritating, suffocating.

[4] Quietly, secretly... passionately.

[5] Just staying by your side...

[6] So close, yet our hearts are afar.

[7] There are things I want to tell you, but I have no words to convey them...

[8] You don't know how important someone is to you until you're about to loose them...

[9] It's so cold, it gives people a lancinating kind of pain, yet, there is an unspeakable sense of comfort. (note: unusual color cover with Misumi and Yashiro's naked legs)

[10] Back then, when he was still a nobody...

[11] Those unseen wounds, hurting little by little.

[12] Something is about to change...

[13] Downtrodden, life continues -

[14] The past... begins to stir - (note: unusual color cover with a bird's pov and tiny unrecognizable figures)

[15] (no text)

[16] I want to protect... I want to be protected... this contradiction is - (note: unusual cover with story panel of Hirata on the ground and speech bubbles. One bubble could be read as continuation of the title : "[this contradiction is - ] ... pretty dangerous".)

[17] I don't want to vanish from your gaze. (note: unusual cover with story panel and speech bubbles. D: "You could say I'm no match for the force of this person." Y: "I don't want to vanish from your gaze".)

[18] Everyone goes on living with the weight of the past on their shoulders. (note: unusual Nanahara? cover)

[19] Even the smallest things can alter fate.

[20] Someone's hatred towards someone Someone's feelings towards someone - (note: unusual car chase cover)

[21] no cover

[22] The time for everything to change has come -

[23] Even though all I want is to love him it will only hurt him...

[24] I can't allow myself to be touched by those hands

[25] What is this The way this is Is not the way that I know (note: crazy double page cover that will get its own post)

[26] nothing

[27] When it's too late I always think... "Why..?"

[28] A past that can never be erased Memories that won't be forgotten

[29] The feelings that ensnare and the feelings that are real... In the end, will they be revealed as love, or...

[30] Little by little... Things start to go crazy.

[31] So many thoughts, So much anticipation, All blending together...

[32] There's something I've always wanted to know.

[33] I've never needed Anyone Or any thing

[34] nothing

[35] Endings and beginnings Beginnings and endings (note: could also be read "Beginnings and endings Endings and beginnings")

[36] nothing

[37] 4 years have passed... and time flew by in parallel lines

[38] Living under the same sky

[39] Finally, things are moving

[40] There is something in the memory that can't be erased.

[41] I never planned on meeting him again

[42] Feelings are aching

[43] Things that changed Things that haven't And some things that cannot be changed.

[44] Yashiro and Doumeki's On equal footing New relationship Begins! (note: strangest title, so different in style than all others)

[45] After being separated for 4 years, The thing Doumeki saw was...

[46] I thought I fully understood that guy...

[47] What is it you desire?

[48] Pretending as if nothing happened

[49] Even if our positions changed, The feelings are...

[50] Wanting to destroy everything (note: unusual cover, portrait of Yashiro with only Doumeki's gloved hand in the picture...)

[51] I didn't know. Was this what I wished for? (note: unusual cover showing only legs, assuming it's the both of them)

[52] nothing

[53] What I really wished for was...

[54] For us both, There are things we don't know

#saezuru tori wa habatakanai #twittering birds never fly #saezuru analysis #yashiro #doumeki #yoneda kou #saezuru chapter covers #trying too hard to find patterns

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rubyreduji · 8 months

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Congratulations on 1 year and 3k 🎉🎉❤️

For the sleepover 🧸, I've been thinking about how wonwoo might react if you pranked him by tattooing his friends (maybe another svt member?) initials on you and him accidentally seeing it.

— sleepover event now over!! 🧸️

you wish is my demand~ (i hope you like this haha i wasn't sure what direction to take it)

[minors dni!]

it's not even a real tattoo, like it's one of those realistic temporary ones that last two weeks and takes a couple days to develop one your skin, so wonwoo doesn't notice it at first but then one day you're walking around in minimal clothing and he notices it.

sitting right above your hipbone in bold font with a cute little star next to it is KSY and wonwoo frowns, all too familiar with the sequence of the three letters.

wonwoo doesn't say anything, just grabbing your arm to stop you from continuing walking past. his thumb brushes over the tattoo as he stares down at it, like in a trance.

"soonyoung really?" he asks. "that's the best you could do?"

you honestly forgot about the tattoo after having to let it develop for a few days. at the time when you ordered the tattoo and applied it was a good idea, teasing your boyfriend with the idea of being marked with his best friend's initals, but now that you're here it feels more like you're the one being pranked.

"what? you don't like it?" you ask, twisting your hips a bit.

"oh no, i definitely find it amusing."

"amusing...?"

"amusing how you think this will get me jealous." there's a gleam in wonwoo's eyes, behind his glasses. a small smirk plays at his lips. "soonyoung's not a threat to me. so you can parade your cute little tattoo around, but at the end of the day it's my name you're screaming."

"w-wonwoo," you gasp as his thumb digs into the tattoo, pressing down so hard you can feel it against your hipbone.

"isn't that what you want pretty girl? for me to fuck your brains out and show you that you belong to me?" you can hear the drop in wonwoo's voice, his voice now thick and deep.

you take a shaky breath as you nod. "y-yes," you admit.

wonwoo chuckles slightly. "that's what i thought. needy little thing, huh? trying to use a silly tattoo to get my attention. just don't expect me to be nice about this."

you whimper slightly, your mind already flooded with the thoughts of what wonwoo's going to do to you. yeah...this prank definitely is going to go well for you.

#rubyreduji sleepover!!#jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #wonwoo smut #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo reaction #wonwoo x reader #seventeen #seventeen smut #seventeen reactions #rru.answers #anonymous #rru.minis #rru.writes #★ mdni

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leclsrc · 1 year

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keep a place for me – cl16

Charles has been single all his life, and you know the reason why.

auds here... title from this, the song that inspired me to write. u can Never go wrong w frank ocean (facts) one of my top artists of allll time!

Will Charles Leclerc Ever Stop Being a Bachelor?

“This is fucking bullshit.” He shuts the phone off, but the headline’s font has branded itself even behind his eyelids. Irritation simmers just beneath them, his hands gesturing wildly to convey his annoyance to you and Pierre, as you watch with mild concern. He eyes you both. “Bullshit!”

“Not—mate, I love you—but it’s not really.” Pierre eases into it slowly, sheepishly almost. “You’ve been single forever. And the headline is just pointing that… out.”

Charles huffs a little, crosses his arms, gives a half-hearted shrug. “Fine. So what, what do—do they wish for me to get married and have kids within the year?!”

“I don’t think your bachelor status is really a cause of complaint for these fans,” you point out. “I’d think they’re happy. Charles, tabloids spin this bullshit all the time for their benefit and clout.”

“Yeah.” Pierre nods along. “Fans know not to feed into it, so relax. Believe us—your two closest friends. And hey, the fans, they’re actually making a pretty good point, if you think about it.”

Pierre! You yell in unison, heads whipping in his direction.

He throws two arms up, eyes widening at the sudden display of aggression from his two friends, fans the both of you off. “Oi, I’m being honest. Charles has been single since forever. Seriously, forever.” Your eyes refuse to meet Charles’ now that the topic has fully focused on his being single; you gulp instead, crossing your arms. Pierre is a little shit though, and pushes further: “What, did thirteen-year-old Charles get his heart broken, or something?”

“Try seventeen,” sighs Charles, defeated almost. Your eyes flicker to him, his sitting figure, then back to Pierre, whose eyes are bright with curiosity.

Pierre almost can’t believe it. “Mate?! Why’ve you never mentioned this?”

“Because it wasn’t relevant,” he clarifies firmly. “At the time. But it’s been so long, I guess. With somebody from Monaco. We’d been proper close then, but I’d always liked her. Maybe love, it was, at that point.”

“Aha, now we’re talking, chat!” Pierre pulls a seat out from the counter you’re all sitting at—your kitchen counter—and leans forward, interested. You remain standing, leaning against the counter, eyes on the tile, breathing slow and heavy. “Then what?”

“Nothing, I just—I told her I liked her on a trip to Paris.”

He lies. Even now, in the clouds of age and patched-up relationships and work and new lives, you can recount the night from memory, a cold chilly one in Monaco on the eve of his eighteenth, on the roof of your family home. He let it all out in one breath, a rushed I love you, and then garbled additions to his confession followed.

I’ve always loved you, he said, pressed when you shook your head no. You kept shaking your head and he kept going. You know I’ve always loved you, je ne cesserai jamais de t’aimer. But even with your hands clasped in his you said no, no, this is wrong, it’ll end badly, don’t want this, please. For us, don’t. For me.

Because even then Charles had the light of a world champion, the drive of one, and you saw it in him so early. You saw with it the doom of a potential relationship, and resolved to end things before they even started. It wouldn’t happen without it being ruined, you figured, so why let it happen at all?

“Proper romantic, Charles!” Pierre hollers. “What’d she say?”

You loved Charles so much it was almost painful.

Rejecting him, feigning indifference, pretending you only thought of him platonically felt alien. You played the part well, thought—this is Charles with the funny voice impressions. Charles with a habit of biting his nails. But the truth was, you cared. You cared so deeply, and you were so in love, in the way all seventeen-year-olds are, a childish thing.

You might dismiss the love to be childish, just to ignore how real it was, but it really was real. The love really was something. You’d have done anything for him, and you can place for a fact he would’ve said the same for you. The problem is you’re still in love, living out the stretch of the last few years in silent torture, silent suffering.

And you wish sometimes to be childish again, to be seventeen and say yes, I do love you, ignore the consequences that might come with it. You long so desperately for his love, and the fact that he’s willing to give it makes it more painful, the way you know you will never allow yourself to receive it. The fans, the fame, the danger. Was it worth it? To be wanted, needed by him?

“She said she…” Finally, finally your eyes meet, in a way so different from the usual. With this comes the rush of nostalgia, of hurt, of pain. Of love, unrequited and unconfessed, left abandoned in childhood rooftops. “…just wanted to stay friends.”

#f1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc smut #f1 x reader

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bearsbeetsbeskar · 9 months

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Somebody to Heal, Somebody to Hold

(Joel Miller x dispensary! reader)

Chapter 2: Silver Haze

Chapter 1 here || Chapter 3 here || Main Masterlist

Pairing: Joel Miller x dispensary! reader, AU (no outbreak) Word count: 5.6K Rating: 18+ minors DNI, will be changed to explicit in future chapters (slow burn, eventual smut), swearing, explicit discussions of drug use, age gap (reader is early 20s and Joel is late 40s) Summary: Joel can't rely on pills anymore for his back pain, so his doctor prescribes him medicinal marijuana. But he's not happy about it. A/N: PEEPAW IS FINALLY GETTING HIGH Y'ALL. 🍃 🔥 💨

This chapter was fun to write and I'm really pleased with how it turned out. Thank to you anyone who has expressed interest in this silly little story and wants to see more. I doubt my writing capabilities pretty much every single day on this site, and often wonder if it's worth it to keep writing, but I still wanted to indulge in this story. Mostly, cause I'm selfish and would throw myself in front of a moving vehicle if it meant getting to smoke weed with Pedro, and more specifically our grumpy texan gentleman, Mr. Joel Miller. An enormous thank you to @iamasaddie for beta'ing, and your constant words of encouragement when I start to doubt myself in the slightest, you are my heartbeat ❤️

Hope y'all enjoy, please comment, reblog and let me know what you think! 😇

It’s been less than a day. 18 hours to be exact, since he came home from the dispensary with his illicit, but also legal drugs. The bag filled with the package of joints sits in the middle of his kitchen table. He eyed it as he leaned up against the counter drinking his coffee, and while he ate his breakfast at the table in contemplative silence that morning.

This shouldn’t be such a big deal. He’s a grown man for crying out loud. He can buy drugs if he wants to. Not that he necessarily wanted to. Purchasing medicinal marijuana was the furthest thing from Joel’s mind when he ran through possible options of dealing with his pain problems. Really, he is just surprised with himself that he actually went through with the doctor’s suggestion.

He doesn’t know if he should feel relieved, or guilty, or a little curious. Maybe all of the above.

He wished he could have someone to talk to who has personally tried it before. Aside from Doctor Barclay, he didn’t really have anyone at all. His buddies would probably either: A) tell him he just needed to sleep off the pain, drink something heavy to knock himself out or work through the pain- which, if he’s being honest with himself, is precisely what he would have done if not for that sharp twinge in his back that makes him want to curl up in the fetal position. Or B) they would try to get him to take something stronger and undoubtedly more illicit. He doesn’t know how, hell he doesn’t wanna know how, but some of his buddies manage to get their hands on cocaine or acid. Sometimes they don’t even bother till they get off the jobsite after a long day, often snorting up or popping pills in their truck and then driving to a shitty dive bar they plan on occupying for the rest of the night.

Nope. He didn’t need that. He felt like enough of a delinquent already. He stops drumming his fingers on the table and sighs, tilting his head to the side contemplatively.

“Ah fuck it”

He grabs the bag and reaches into it, pulling out the carton with the pre-rolls, leaving the receipt in the bag. The label reads ‘Back Forty’s Moonberry’ in an almost psychedelic font, with deep purple letters. Turning the little box over in his hand, he squints at the description on the back.

“Back Forty’s Moonberry Rolls are powerful hybrid cross pre-rolls that offer big hits of flavour and an even burn. A nice, mellow and sweet way to start and/or finish your day, relaxation is guaranteed with these. Packed with a re-sealable film to ensure freshness after multiple sessions or on-the-go. Take a trip and relax with the Back Forty.”

“Take a trip and relax?” Joel huffed. That kind of trip sounded anything but relaxing. Anxiety starts to claw its way up his throat.

What if something happened? What if he reacted badly to the weed or ended up taking more than he should? There were no specific instructions. What if it just didn’t fucking work in general?

The doctor's words rang loudly in his head. He knew this was an option, an ‘alternate method’ as Dr. Barclay so delicately put it. But if this didn’t make the pain go away and he couldn’t take more prescription medication, what then?

He leaned back in seat and groaned, staring up at the ceiling. He could try one. Just one. But if it tasted like shit or he didn’t like it, then what? He didn’t want to be stuck with the whole pack and he doubted there was much of a return policy on opened products at the dispensary, seeing as the merchandise was already consumed.

Before his thoughts could snowball any further he snatched the carton of joints and shoved it back in the bag. “Fuck this,” he grumbled, grabbing his coat off the back of his chair as he made his way to the front door, the tiny plastic bag clutched in his other hand.

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It didn’t take long for Joel to reach the dispensary. When he pulled into the parking lot, he turned off the ignition and sat in his truck for a minute. One minute turned to five minutes as he bit his lip, his left hand still firmly holding onto the plastic bag. He felt like he was forgetting something. Reaching into his coat pocket absentmindedly he felt his wallet and his phone. Digging into the other pocket he paused as he felt his fingers run over a small tactile shape. He pulled it out and held it upright in his palm. The free lighter you gave him.

He rolled it over in his hand, looking at the store name printed on shiny cheap plastic, his thumb running over the rounded edges. He flicked the lighter once, and with a crisp snap, a small flame erupted, burning brightly.

His mind drifts to you. You were kind and patient with him, despite probably thinking he was a creep or some kind of fucking narc with how awkward he was. He feels heat rise to his cheeks as he recalls your soft eyes and warm, inviting demeanour. Maybe it's possible you were working again today. If that was the case he could just go in, explain to you that there was a mixup and return the pre-rolls, then buy a bottle of Tylenol on the way home, and wash it down a handful with a double whiskey, sealing his fate.

Fuck the weed. Fuck the back pain. Fuck the cholesterol. End of story.

His palm curls around the lighter as he steels himself and gets out of the car, still holding onto the plastic bag. He strides through the front door and is surprised to see the check in desk is empty, with only the '18+ ONLY PERMITTED ENTRY' sign on the desk.

At this point, he would be content to just drop the bag off at the register and head back out with his pride still in tow. Forget getting a refund.

“Hey! Back so soon?”

He looks up as he walks through the second set of doors into the shop and slows in his tracks as he sees you.

“Joel, right?”

You’re fixing a display case off to the side. He can’t help but let his gaze wander down your body. When he came in yesterday you were standing behind the register so all he could really see was the nondescript black t-shirt you wore with the dispensary logo over the chest.

Today you’re wearing the same shirt with plain black leggings that hug the curve of your hips and your ass. Nothing special, but still Joel feels his mouth go dry and the blood starts to rush south in his body.

He pauses and squints slightly. Wait, you remembered his name?

“Uh yeah. How’d you-”

“Photographic memory, thanks to being the doorman.” You reply simply.

You head back behind the register and lean your forearms on the counter, flashing him a dazzling smile. “So, what can I help you with today? Looking for more pre-rolls? Some edibles?”

At this point you could sell him anything and he would buy it, with the smile you’re giving him. Hell, you could give him 15 more of those cheap tiny lighters and he would happily take them. Maybe he doesn’t really need to return the pre-rolls, he could always just leave them.

You spot the small bag clutched in his hand before he can hide it and raise your eyebrows at him.

“Actually, I uh,” he pauses, “I wanted to return these, if that’s okay.” He places the bag on the counter and pulls his hand back quickly, as if it burned him, his eyes flitting to yours before looking away again.

“Oh sure, no problem.” You pull out the unopened pack of joints and the receipt. “Were you not a fan of these, or did you maybe want to try something else?”

“Uhm, just wasn’t a fan of them, didn’t think I’d like them..” He mumbles and shoves his hands in his coat pocket.

You’re in the middle of reversing the transaction at the register when your finger hovers over the keyboard, mid-type. “Didn’t like them? It looks like you didn’t try them though,” you quirk a brow at him and tilt your head to the side. “How do you know you don’t like them if you didn’t try them?”

“Well I, uh-” he frowns as he tries to think of a response.

Christ. He’s not getting out of this without swallowing his pride and admitting the truth. His anxiety hits him full force, and you must see him start to backpedal cause you speak up again.

“Hey it’s okay, you can always try something else. How do you feel about edibles? Or drinks?”

No. He just wants to forget that this entire situation happened.

“No, no it’s okay,” he vehemently shakes his head and starts to back away from the counter, “I’ll just look into some other options.” Even as he straightens his back and starts to retreat, he feels that nagging pinch shoot up his spine and he clenches his jaw.

“Joel, have you never smoked before? It’s okay if you haven’t” You’re looking up at him intently with those bright eyes, concern etched into your features.

Well, there’s no way out now.

He sighs in defeat and looks down at the ground. “No, I haven’t. Guess that much is obvious,” he remarks as he puts his hands on his hips, chewing the inside of his cheek.

“That’s completely normal, trust me” you reassure him as you lean closer over the counter, planting your palms on either side of you.

He snorts. “Yeah right.”

“It’s true! Before you came in the other day I cashed out a kid who looked like he was barely legal. He came in looking like a deer in headlights. We get customers every day who have never consumed marijuana a day in their life, not just potheads.”

He eyes you warily, still biting the inside of his cheek.

“It’s not a big deal Joel really. Is… Is there anything you’re worried about happening?”

He’ll have to tell you now. Tell you that he’s really just a big middle-aged wimp who’s too afraid to get stoned and deal with his pain problems.

“I.. I’ve just never tried it before, that’s all,” he shrugs plainly, “I don’t know what to expect. I mean, I know you said it’ll help with the pain and all, help me be more relaxed but I’m just worried I’ll get addicted or overdose, or somethin’ will happen…”

“Jesus,” he runs his hand over his face, “it’s fucking stupid.”

“No, no it’s not.” You cut him off before he continues. “Those are perfectly reasonable things to think about, if you’ve never smoked before. Many people worry the same thing.”

“First of all, it is possible to get addicted,” you explain cautiously, “But you would have to be consuming it nearly every day, all day before it reaches a point where you can’t function without it. And that usually happens with strains that are high in THC, the psychoactive stuff that gets you high.”

“But,” you emphasize upon seeing him tense up, “these pre-rolls you purchased are pretty low in THC, so it’s very unlikely you would get addicted, even if you smoked 'em everyday. You don’t have to worry about that.” At that he relaxes and shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

“Secondly, it is not possible to overdose on weed. Not even the strongest weed. I mean, I’m no fucking scientist and they haven’t conducted any studies on it or anything, but there have been no reported overdose deaths due to marijuana consumption,” You wink at him.

He huffs out an exhale, giving you a hint of a smile. “That makes it a bit better.”

“If you’re still really worried about it, I could show you if you want. To smoke that is,” you add on quickly. “I know it’s nerve wracking to try it on your own for the first time, and it can be better if you’re with someone, y’know, just in case something happens or you don’t like it.”

“Really?" He looks at you expectantly with rounded eyes. "You’d do that?”

“Yeah, I get off my shift here at 5 so I could do it after?” You bite your lip and look up at him bashfully. He tracks the movement, watching your tongue peek out to soothe your bottom lip.

“Sure, that’d be great. Where should we meet?”

“We could always go to a park or something nearby. But even though weed is legalized, I feel weird smoking it in public places around families and young kids and stuff. And you’d have to drive home afterwards, which is not a good idea.” You scrunch your brows and bite your lip again as you try to think of other spots.

Joel tries to ignore how cute you look with your brows pulled together like that. He also tries to ignore the way his pulse kicks up as he watches you bite your lip, imagining other scenarios that could cause you to bite your lips like that again.

“Uhm, you could come to my place?” Immediately he sees the hesitation wash across your face and realizes how that sounds as soon as the request leaves his mouth. You aren’t stupid. He’s a complete stranger to you.

“Sorry. I mean,” he backtracks. “It’s just me and my daughter at home, although she’s away at college right now. My neighbors aren’t particularly nosy but they’re usually not home either. We can go on the back patio, it’s covered and I got tables and chairs and stuff. ”

And stuff. Jesus.

It’s like he’s 18 years old again, with marbles in his mouth, unable to form a coherent sentence.

Something about mentioning Sarah seems to put your mind at ease as he sees your shoulders lower as you shift your weight from one hip to the other. You chuckle and give him a smirk.

“That sounds good. I can meet you there, does 5:30 work?”

“Yeah, yeah that works. Thanks.” He ducks his head and gives you a small smile.

“Alright well I’ll see you then.”

He turns to leave before you call him again, holding the small plastic bag up. “You’ll still need these, otherwise we won’t get very far,” you wink at him.

“Right. Yeah that would help,” he chuckles and runs a hand through his hair. “I’ll see you then.” He grabs the bag from you and gives you one last smile before he heads out the store.

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Surprisingly, Joel didn’t live that far, probably a 12 minute drive from the dispensary. That didn’t mean that you took your time though, going the speed limit and dragging out the drive as it dawned on you how weird this scenario was.

He was a customer. And he was way older than you. Something that should have bothered you more than it actually did, which is to say not that much at all. It just made you hopelessly more attracted to him.

As much as he seemed sweet from the two interactions you had, plus the unmistakable way you caught his gaze raking over your body, the rational part of your brain still questioned what you were doing. He didn’t live alone, not technically. You were surprised to learn he had a daughter, but he also didn’t mention having a wife or a girlfriend. Not that it was any of your business. Nevertheless, you tucked that piece of information into the back of your mind as you pulled up to his place.

He had a nice, modest house, at least from what you could tell when he answered the front door with a soft smile. He led you around to the back to the surprisingly large backyard, but what impressed you the most was the wooden deck which featured a nice patio set, complete with overflowing planters, a cute coffee table, and outdoor string lights that were hung up overhead.

You noticed some plastic butterfly fairy lights hanging off of a few deck posts and railings, their colors faded after years of weathering. Running your fingers along the molded ornaments you looked at him and smiled, “nice touch.”

He smirked, shaking his head. “My daughter, Sarah, insisted on putting them up as soon as we finished the deck a couple years ago.”

“You built this?” You look around incredulously. “It’s really nice. Like straight out of a Home Depot catalog.”

At that he puffs out his chest slightly and shoves his hands in his pocket. “Eh, I don't know about that. When I’m not working a job and got spare time, I try to do stuff around the house. This was a quick project one summer,” he shrugs noncommittally.

“A quick project? You built a whole new part of your house Joel,” you raise your eyebrows at him as you sit down on the couch. Still, he brushes off the compliments and asks you if you want anything to drink. Moments later, you’re both sitting on the couch, two glasses of water and the pre rolls on the coffee table, along with the lighter and a small ashtray you brought. Another small cheap item from the dispensary with the logo on it, that no one would likely notice had gone missing.

He shuffles beside you momentarily. You can feel his nerves creeping back as he fidgets and leans forward, resting his arms on his knees.

God he’s so .. big. You can feel the couch cushion dip underneath his weight beside you. His shoulders dwarf the space between you. It doesn’t help that with him being this close you can faintly smell him. The lingering scent of sandalwood, and a sharpness to whatever body wash he uses swirls together in a heady concoction that has your brain short circuiting.

You already knew he was attractive from the moment he walked into the dispensary. But now, getting a chance to drink him in, you’re incredibly flustered. His deep brown eyes are easy enough to get lost in, as are his high cheekbones, aquiline nose, and strong jaw. A jaw peppered with gray stubble and a few sparse patches, that he’s currently tensing as he looks down in front of him. Your gaze follows his to the opened package of joints that are sitting on the coffee table in front of you.

“So what do we, uhm, where do we start?” He looks from the stuff on the table to you.

“Well, there’s really only one step with these pre rolls, you just light 'em up and inhale, and let the relaxation kick in.”

“Seems easy enough,” he gives you a small smirk.

Reaching forward, you pluck one of the slim joints off the table and you grab the lighter as well. The free lighter you gave him.

“Have you ever smoked a cigarette before?” You hold the joint between your index and middle finger, turning to look at him.

He scrunches his face slightly and his brows furrow. “Yeah, long time ago though, not since college. Back when this stuff was still illegal anyway.”

You can’t really imagine young Joel in college. He must have been handsome. That much you were willing to bet money on.

“So basically the Woodstock, hippie, peace and love era?” you ask him with a smirk.

“Now, I may be old but I ain’t that fuckin senile” he squints his eyes at you, but there’s a small smile pulling at the side of his mouth. You bite your lip and smile at him.

“Well, not much has changed since then. You light it, and start to inhale as the flame catches and the weed starts burning. Don’t inhale too much but try to hold that smoke in your chest for a couple seconds, don’t exhale right away. The longer you hold in your breath, the quicker your body absorbs the cannabinoids in the weed.”

He looks at you intently as you explain it to him, but you can still see a bit of confusion on his face, so you elaborate.

“Cannabinoids meaning the THC and CBD, the stuff that cause you to feel relaxed and high”

He nods and you place the joint between your lips, raising your hand to light it, as you inhale deeply, the faint crackling sound of the paper and herb burning. The smoke slowly fills your lungs as they expand, and you let your eyes go heavy as you savor the earthy, fruity taste of the herb as it burns.

You pull the joint away and let your mouth fall slightly open, holding some smoke in your chest as the rest of it falls out of your mouth in an opaque cloud, curling out into random tendrils before it disperses in the air. Exhaling, you turn to Joel and reach your hand out, offer the joint.

He blinks at you a few times. There’s something in his gaze, something heated that you catch, before they refocus and he looks down at the joint in between your fingers. You can see him hesitate again as he stares at the joint.

You duck your head slightly to meet his eyesight.

“Hey, you can take as much or as little as you’d like Joel. Start off with a small pull and see how it feels.” You say, not pressing him any further than that, as thin wisps of smoke curl upwards between you two from the joint.

He looks at you again, his eyes are big and round, like the cutest fucking puppy dog ever. The crease between his eyebrows disappears, as does the frown that seemed permanently etched on his face. It’s almost like he’s asking you for permission. You tilt your chin upwards slightly in encouragement and smile.

“Alright.” He takes the joint from you, mimicking how you held it, bringing it to his lips and looking at you as he inhales. His eyes squint and he frowns slightly as he pulls from it, his broad chest puffing out a bit, the embers at the lit end of the joint glowing. He heeds your instructions, holding the smoke in his chest for a few seconds before exhaling, and you nod in approval.

Fuck.

You expected that maybe that he would wrinkle his face in disgust right away, or start coughing obscenely the moment the smoke entered his lungs. The usual things that beginner smokers do.

But what you’re definitely not expecting is how fucking attractive Joel looks while smoking. Or rather, how attractive he makes smoking look. Either way you’re mesmerized by the way he casually holds the joint between his thick index and middle fingers, the way the smoke pours out from between his lips. Even the way he turns his head away from you so that he doesn’t exhale in your direction. He smokes like he’s done it multiple times before.

You snap yourself out of your daze when he raises his eyebrows at you, his hand stretched out to you offering the joint. Narrowing your gaze at him, you take it from his hand, your fingers, brushing against his.

“You smoke like a veteran Joel. Are you sure this is your first time?” Eyeing him suspiciously, you bring the joint to your lips and pull from it again, this time holding the smoke in for a bit longer, allowing it to fill your lungs.

You can feel the moment that the high starts to creep up on you. The moment that the THC starts to permeate your bloodstream. Everything slows down, flooding your system with a hazy warmth and lightness. Your head is a bit light and you feel your body begin to buzz, as if every part of you is vibrating with mellow energy while you exhale.

Joel makes the sign of the cross over his chest and leans back, settling into the couch.

“I promise darlin, first time.” He replies in that warm fucking Southern drawl.

Darlin.

God. The word slips out of his mouth like molasses, caressing your skin, as you feel your body heat up ever so slightly. You wet your lips, the dryness of cotton mouth hitting you with full force as you watch Joel spread his legs, the further he reclines back and relaxes into his seat.

The downright thirst you’re experiencing for this man however is something else entirely. It must be the Indica. Just the weed, nothing else.

You sit back into the couch as well and pass the joint back to him. “Well, in that case I’m honored to have taken your weed virginity Joel Miller.” Pressing your hand to your heart, you give him a cheeky grin and bow your head.

At that remark his eyes widen and he actually does start coughing harshly mid-inhale, sputtering and hunching over as he shoves the joint back into your hands. You anticipated he would have coughed up a lung anyways with it being his first time but you can’t help the laugh that you let out at his misery.

“Oh shit! Sorry man, are you okay?” The concern in your voice is genuine but you’re still giggling as he gathers himself, slamming his fist against his chest a few times while his coughs die down. He grabs his glass of water off the table and takes a few sips, still breathing a bit heavy as his lungs try to suck in more air.

When he opens his mouth to speak, you’re caught off guard by how husky and deep his voice sounds. Deeper and more raspy than it usually is.

“Jesus, I’ve been called many things before but being a weed virgin, that’s a first.” He chuckles softly and looks at you. “Besides, I bet you say that to everyone who smokes with you for their first time.”

You shake your head with a small smile as you take another toke from the joint. “Actuallyyyy,” you drag out the ‘y’ as you glance up at him from under your lashes, “you’re the first one.” As if admitting that to him is some kind of secret that you’re embarrassed to share.

His eyebrows scrunch together again in disbelief. “No fucking way, c’mon”

“I’m serious." You giggle through your words and draw a cross over your heart, mimicking him. "None of my other friends smoke, the only other stoners I know are my co-workers.”

“Plus, I know it can be a big deal, trying it for the first time, and ideally people want to smoke with someone they trust, whom they know they’re gonna have a good experience with. So I’m grateful you let me share that with you.”

You try to ignore the way your pulse quickens as Joel’s gaze softens while looking at you. You clear your throat and look down at the lighter in your hand, picking at the plastic label.

“I should be the one thanking you. For your patience, and showing me the ropes with this stuff.” He gestures to all the paraphernalia on the table in front of you both and sighs. “I wasn’t keen on trying marijuana. Regardless of whether it was ‘medicinal’ or not.” He huffs as he makes the little air quotes with his hands.

“When my doctor suggested it for my back pain, I was about ready to get up and walk out of the office, but he also made it pretty clear there weren’t many other options. Had to swallow my pride and give it a go. So thank you,” he leans into you a bit with his shoulder, giving you a playful shove, “For making this a good first experience for me.”

He gives you a sheepish smile. Your body begins to heat up at his close proximity.

“Anytime, Joel. Really.” You angle your upper body towards him and look up at him. Your gaze flicks from his deep amber eyes, down to his lips, and back up to his eyes again. You almost miss how his eyes track yours, dipping down to your lips for a millisecond before he blinks.

Jesus. You need to get a grip.

“Uhm, how do you feel right now?” You switch the subject in an attempt to shut your cavewoman brain off.

He pauses for a minute and he looks off to the side like he’s running an internal diagnostic scan. That crease in his brow deepens slightly before his expression softens and he looks back at you with wide eyes. “I actually feel pretty good. A little out of it but pretty relaxed.”

“And the back pain?” You tilt your head at him.

He shifts a bit in his seat and leans forward, straightening and stretching his spine, twisting from side to side, gauging the movement. A baffled expression crosses his face. Actually, flabbergasted might be a better word to describe it.

“Holy shit,” he mutters, “barely any pain at all,” he laughs in disbelief as he looks at you with bright eyes.

“That’s amazing Joel! I’m glad it could help” You beam up at him, still mindlessly puffing away at the joint. You slowly let the cloud of smoke fall out of your mouth, as it spills out you start to inhale the opaque cloud through your nose again.

Joel’s smile falls faintly, and his expression morphs into fascination as he watches the smoke disappearing up into your nose. His eyes are rounded. Like a child who just watched a magician pull a coin out of their ear.

“That’s fancy,” he murmurs.

“Huh?” You exhale the rest of the smoke in a large plume towards the ceiling, and look back at him. “Oh. What? This?” You mimic the action again, pulling from the joint and allowing the smoke from your mouth to disperse into the air, as you inhale it again through your nose.

“It’s a French inhale, nothing fancy. More of a force of habit,” you chuckle dryly. “I don’t even realize I’m doing it half the time, but it was the first trick I learned.”

You look at him sideways but he’s still watching you. The fascination is gone, replaced by a darker expression. Hunger.

Was that weird? Does he think you’re pretentious for trying to look cool in front of him?

“Tricks eh?” He repeats after you and tilts his head slightly. All of a sudden you feel like prey, under his predatory gaze. As if he’s assessing you, sizing you up, about to devour you. You feel your throat start to go dry, and this time you doubt you can blame it on having cotton mouth.

“That’s pretty cool. Can you do any others?” He asks.

Aside from the French inhale, there’s really only two others that you can do. The ghost and doing the classic O’s or rings.

“Uhm, a few others yeah but I’m not that great at them.” You blink a few times and look down at your hands.

“Now that I’ll call bullshit on,” he quips. He relaxes into the couch, draping one arm over the back while spreading his legs wide, his other hand in his lap.

His gaze pierces yours as he murmurs. “C’mon. Show me.”

You’d hardly call it peer pressure but the way his voice gets even deeper and he takes up more space with his position, convinces you.

Resistance is futile at this point. He could ask you to do anything in that fucking tone of voice and you would do it.

You exhale shakily as if you’re about to put on the biggest fucking performance of your lifetime.

For whatever reason, you want him to be impressed by you. Fascinated by you. So you steel yourself and hold his gaze as you take another pull from the joint as it starts to burn out.

Holding the smoke in your mouth, you slowly tilt your head back and pout your lips slightly, making an O shape with your mouth, pushing the smoke out in brief pauses. The first few that come out are a bit small and wonky, but as you keep going, the rings of smoke become thicker, forming perfect O’s that float upwards, dissipating into the air.

You exhale the rest of the smoke out in a rush, stubbing the joint in the ashtray. “I’m a bit rusty. It took a while to teach myself how to do them.”

You add that part onto the end, to stroke your own ego mostly, but also because you selfishly want to elicit more praise from him. Which he willingly gives you.

“Don’t seem that rusty to me at all darlin’. That’s pretty damn cool.” He rubs his jaw with his thumb and index finger, brushing his thumb over his bottom lip.

“You’ll have to teach me some tricks, some other time.” His hungry expression falters as he gives you a genuine smile, not before it’s interrupted by the quietest rumbling sound. His eyes widen slightly before he clears his throat and starts fidgeting a bit more, flexing and flexing the hand in his lap.

You hum and grin at him deviously.

“Hmmm, it sounds like the munchies have kicked in at this point.” You return the playful shove but he barely moves an inch, his broad shoulder feeling like a solid wall. “You hungry?”

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astermath · 11 months

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songbird ♪♩♬

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: your singing had easily become steve’s new favorite sound. he can’t help but break out in an impromptu duet with you one night, and the two of you share a heartfelt moment together.

tags: domestic steve, established relationship, not rlly proofread, normal size font below!!

word count: 0.9K

notes: just smth short while i’m on my steve high lol, i’m a sucker for domestic steve oh my GOD RAHHH

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Even before you two started dating, Steve knew how you loved to sing.

You were a music fanatic, usually out by yourself with a little headset and a walkman, humming along with Cyndi Lauper songs as you went about your day. It was adorable, really, it made his heart swell. He’d started believing your singing was the only thing that could put his mind to rest after a long day, even if that wasn’t why you did it.

He’d told you how much he enjoyed it one time when you were cuddling, his head on your chest, your fingers tangling through his brown locks. You were softly singing something along the lines of a lullaby, and by god was it working. He swore he’d never been more at ease, just enjoying the gentle lull of your voices, taking in your warmth, your scent.

He’d turned his head so his chin was resting gently over your sternum, facing you with a sleepy yet adorable smile.

“You know, your voice is probably the prettiest thing I’ve ever heard...” His eyes remain half lidded, his words had a certain rasp to them due to his sleepiness.

“Yeah?” You smiled, in awe at just how god damn adorable your boyfriend was.

“Yeah,” he laid his head back down, ready to get back to his nap, “my pretty songbird...” he mumbled, before evidently falling into a peaceful slumber.

Now, when the two of you shared an apartment, your melodic voice became a welcomed part of his routine. Whenever he’d come home, he’d usually find you in the kitchen, swaying your hips and singing along to whatever was on the radio as you worked on dinner. He wished he could just keep watching you like that, in your own little world, but there was no way he could possibly restrain himself from getting his “welcome home” hug.

Today was just like that, Steve watching you from the doorway as you stirred some pasta, singing along to “Uptown Girl” by Billy Joel. He licked his lips subconsciously, watching the almost hypnotizing movements of your curves as he slowly approached you.

His large hands settled onto your hips, giving a slight squeeze as he hummed along with you. You grinned, turning your head to press a soft kiss to his lips, before continuing to sing. His body moved along with the rhythm of yours, and you could feel his smile against your skin as he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck.

His hands moved down your arms to grab your own, pulling you away from the stove and closer to him. You giggled as he twirled you around, holding onto you with one hand before pulling you in back in close. He moved on from humming to fully singing along with you, and you were surprised by how good he was at it.

He held your face as your hands settled on his muscly arms, simply singing to each other as you basked in the sheer happiness of your sweet domestic life. Your voice softened as the song gradually faded back into regular radio chatter, eyes looking up to find Steve looking down at you with a look of pure and utmost adoration. It was like he’d found the human embodiment of a star, and he was dating her, living with her even.

A gentle, satisfied hum left his lips when you stood on your tippy toes to kiss him, thumbs stroking over your soft cheeks. He kept the same dopey, boyish smile on his face when you pulled away.

“Welcome home, Stevie.” You mumbled, lips brushing over his from the proximity you kept to each other. He realized you hadn’t said a word to each other yet since he returned, just burst out in song and kisses. It was cheesy, so cheesy, but it made him so happy.

“Couldn’t help myself,” He pecked your lips again, “you sounded so pretty,” another peck, “my little songbird.”

The nickname earns a shy giggle from you, and he now fully envelops you in his arms, holding your head to his chest. You can hear his heart pounding, just the same way it pounded when you’d shared your first kiss. The excitement remained all the same with him.

You just stood there like that for a moment, silent besides the sound of the stove and the radio, embracing one another. As much as you both liked to chat, the quiet, loving moments like this were just as valuable as any words you had to say to each other.

“Honey?” he asks, breaking the quietness between you both.

“Yeah?” you perk up, pulling back just an inch, enough to still feel his body heat.

“I think, uh--” He looked over his shoulder, “whatever you were cooking just burned.”

Your eyes widened for a moment, letting go of him and going to the stove to turn it off and prevent a housefire. He was worried you’d be upset, but instead, you started giggling, bringing a hand up to your forehead. “Shit, well...” You turned your head to look at him. “Takeout?”

He chuckled, kissing the top of your head. “Sure. Takeout.”

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snek-panini · 29 days

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The last of my Binderary books, #10 and #11, are here! This is The Mathematical Improbability of Reaching the Stars by cassieoh and D20Owlbear and it is another very long fic that I had to split into two volumes. It's a wonderful Good Omens human!AU with believable relationship development and very likeable OCs. I like to go into summaries at this point in my binding posts but I have trouble pinpointing the reason I like this one so much. It's just compelling and I like spending time with these characters. It reads like an original story and yet it's undeniably a GO fic. I don't know how else to phrase it.

I had a major disappointment with the bind, though. As you can no doubt see in the photos above, there was major glue leakage when I did the htv and it ruined my book cloth. That's a homemade paper-backed cloth and it's this wonderful textured green fabric (I think it's polyester but it's shiny and lightweight) but it did not like that silver foil htv At All. Really sad that it turned out like that. The silver leaves were also an absolute nightmare to weed. So many teeny tiny pieces, and I had to do four of them. I stand by the design, it's very pretty and I still think it fits the book, but I have got to find another option for putting titles on homemade cloth. I've done five of them now and I have this issue every time.

More photos under the cut! It is still a very pretty set, even with the cover issues.

You can see the fabric texture really well on the backs, and there's no glue issue there either. Part of me wishes I'd left the front covers blank like the backs. I love how the spines turned out; that's black faux leather and it always takes htv like a champ. I like how I did the titles here too. I really wanted them on the spines but it's such a long title that I'd have had to scrunch it down really small to make it fit. Weeding tiny text is always a pain and it limits the fonts you can use and still be legible, but splitting it up like this? Love it. Looks so good on my shelf.

Silver foiled edges! I had trouble getting the foil to stick, like always, but I ended up sort of layering it over the unstuck parts and got this kind of patchy look that I love. Handmade double core endbands, and this is one of the most complex patterns I've done in endbands so far. I love them and think they came out really beautiful.

The endpapers are this beautiful chiyogami leaf pattern. I bought these for this fic before I'd even started typesetting it because I knew they'd be perfect. Chiyogami is my favorite thing to use for endpapers lately, I love it so much.

I went really simple on the typeset here. It's a contemporary story, as opposed to a lot of the historical and fantastical ones I tend to bind, and I thought the sleek typeset suited it. I'm not as in love with the title page as I could be but I do like it. It's about the text, not the flourishes, once you get into the meat of the story.

One fun typesetting thing I was able to do with this one happened in the headers and footers. Usually I do page numbers at the bottom, author's name on the top left and title on the top right, but the combination of two authors and a really long title meant the headers got really unwieldy. They were too long and bled into the body text. So I split them up like this, and I love it! Looks so sleek. I've been looking for an excuse to do it like this again on other typesets but it hasn't fit anything yet.

And that's that! I asked for author permission for these but never heard back, so I hope they're both ok with what I did. I'm overall pleased with the results (and in love with parts of it) and I know what I still need to work on.

This is the last of my Binderary books! 11 is too many! I'm never doing that many books in a month again! Now I've got everything posted I feel like I can move on to new projects, though it may be a bit before I have any new books to post. I've got a format experiment in mind.

#bookbinding #fanbinding #snek makes books #good omens #fic rec #at last all the binderary books are posted #it took longer to post them than it did to make them #i will not have any more new books for at least a couple of months #honestly these have flaws but I don't love them any less for it #they're beautiful and i think i did a good job #and the fabric has such a nice texture #good for holding

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