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Everything pointed to a great movie night.

The first Scream movie fired up on the TV, the comfiest blankets and cushions set up on the couch, the warmest, butteriest popcorn fresh out the microwave, steaming hot and salty.

You took the bowl to the couch in the living room, turning off the lights to the adjacent kitchen to enjoy the horror movie in the dark like god intended, and settled into the warm fuzziness of the blankets. The title card blared on the TV screen as you slipped the first piece of popcorn into your mouth, the flavour spreading across your tongue as the opening sequence played.

Eerily similar to you, Drew Barrymore was firing up some popcorn to watch a movie. Not so similar to you, her popcorn making experience was cut short by a random man calling her landline, taunting her with threatening conversation, before chasing her around her house and killing her. 

You smiled as the opening credits rolled. The original Scream was a favourite of yours to watch when you needed a rush in your veins. Although now, with the amount of times you’d seen it, the scares had lost their sharp edge. Each kill made you smile in fond nostalgia for the time you watched for the first time and fell in love with the genre of horror. The thrill the suspenseful music evoked as it peaked and waned, only to peak again in a jumpscare that made your heart skip a beat. 

The movie was a quieter part when you felt your phone ring from underneath the blankets. Assuming it was a call from a friend or your boyfriend, you paused the movie and fished it from its fabric prison. You missed the critically low battery notification, too focused on the fact it was an unknown number.

No funny nickname or inside joke, just a string of numbers that could’ve been anyone. Certainly not someone you knew. But for whatever reason, you accepted the call. You could probably have some fun with this. Kill some time, maybe even prank someone.

You held the phone to your ear.

Silence. Or, almost silence.

The person on the other end of the call was just breathing heavily. 

The first few seconds, there was nothing.

“Hello?” 

Still nothing, just heaving breath.

“Hello?” you repeated.

The seconds dragged on. Still nothing. You were about to hang up and go back to your movie when-

“Hello.” The voice was deep. Dark. 

“Who is this?” You asked.

“Who is this?” The caller asked back, a teasing lilt in their voice.

“How am I supposed to know who you are?”

“I don’t know.”

The call fell to silence.

“Hm. I may have dialed the wrong number.”

“You probably did. It happens. See ya.” You cut the call off and threw your phone a little way away from you on the blankets.

It wasn’t ten seconds before your phone buzzed again. You groaned, stretching to reach it, to find the same string of numbers on the screen. Again, for some unknown reason, you answered.

“Hello?”

“Oh. Sorry, I must’ve dialed the wrong number again.” The voice didn’t sound the least bit sorry.

“Why’d you do it again then?”

“Probably an accident. My fingers are a little big.”

That was weird information. Still, he spoke again.

“Am I forgiven?”

“I guess? Have a nice night now.”

“Wait!”

He sounded like they really wanted to talk with you.

“Yes what? I’m trying to watch a movie.”

“Oh, cool? Which one?”

“Scream. The original one.”

“Oh yeah, that’s the one with the weird dudes in those ghost masks right?”

“Yeah, ghostface.”

“That your favourite one?”

“Yeah, but what did you want to talk about? We don’t know each other.”

“I’d like to. You sound pretty.”

“Pretty.” However much you should be feeling creeped out by now was overshadowed by your confusion.

“Yeah, pretty. Cute, even.”

You forced out a laugh.

“So, you got a boyfriend?”

“Yes, I do. And he could beat your ass.”

“Oh, he couldn’t. And I’d be better.”

“Better at what?”

“Being your boyfriend.”

That made you splutter. “I don’t know your face or name, what makes you think-”

“I don’t know your name either, but I’m still looking at you.”

Your blood turned to ice. You frantically kicked off the blankets and ran to the window behind your sink, cursing the fact the blinds were broken and wouldn’t roll down.

“Your ass looks good in those shorts, cutie.”

“What the fuck?!”

“Now that’s no way to talk. Should I give you a lesson?”

“You need a lesson on how not to be a creepy perv!”

“I’ll enroll later, after I teach you something.”

You were getting annoyed. “You’re all talk.”

A deep chuckle. “I make good on my promises, cutie. The lesson will be a long and hard one, but it’ll be worth your while.” He placed emphasis on the words ‘long’ and ‘hard’, making it obvious what the ‘lesson’ would be.

“I’m hanging up now.” 

“Before you go”

You paused. 

“Look at the forest outside your kitchen. Properly.”

Your breath hitched. Slowly, you turned around and crept towards the window. Lo and behold, if you really focused your attention on the tree in the middle of the window, you could see a figure standing beside it in a black robe.

And a ghostface mask.

Your gasp was evident. The man on the other end chuckled again.

“See you soon cutie.”

The call ended, your phone choosing the perfect time to go flat.

“No! No, no, no, no…” you frantically tried to press the power button, to squeeze some juice out of your phone, but the phone screen remained as dark as the night outside. You looked up and raced to the window, trying to spot the man in the distance, but to no avail.

He was gone.

On the move.

Hunting you down to do god knows what to you.

Your house was new, modern enough that when you bought it the home phone hadn’t been working for years and no one had bothered to fix it due to being in the age of smartphone use. You kicked yourself for it now, the ancient thing somewhere in the garage collecting dust and leaving you with no way to call the police except to wait for your phone to charge.

You leaned over the sink in a panic, making sure the latch on the window was shut tight. It was, but that didn’t mean there weren’t other ways in. Thankfully the front door was just past the living room where your movie was still paused, so you ran over and twisted the doorknob. It was locked, thankfully. 

You ran upstairs, almost tripping over your own feet on the carpet to reach your bedroom. There were three windows upstairs that could be used to potentially break in. One in your bedroom, another in the upstairs bathroom, and one in the guest bedroom. You quickly fished out your phone changer from the crack behind your bed and plugged it in, but there was no time to sit and wait. The window in your bedroom was taken care of already, but you tested it again just to make sure.

You tried sliding it. Lo and behold, it didn’t budge. Your bedroom was safe at least. But there were still two upstairs windows to go. The closest one was the bathroom. You ran out of your bedroom, making it to the bathroom in a record time and stepping into the bath situated at the far wall. The window was slightly above the eye level of the bath, perfect for perching your hair products on in the rare event you actually took one. Again, you tried sliding it, and again, it didn’t budge. It probably hadn’t been unlatched in years.

You stepped out of the bath, now barreling down the hallway to the guest bedroom. It was a plain thing, lacking any of the personality your personal bedroom had, but it worked for people only spending a night or two in your home. The white curtains were drawn and unmoving, implying the window behind them was still shut so the wind didn’t blow. Still, you had to check. 

The curtains peeled back with ease, showing a closed window and no creepy man in a ghostface costume with a knife looming at you through the glass. You checked the latch. Safe. You allowed yourself a breath of relief.

Except, all too perfectly, the light in the guest bedroom switched off. 

Plunged in darkness, your heart started to pound again, pure panic flooding your brain as you moved in a mix between a stagger and a run, manoeuvring around the foot of the bed in the centre of the room to frantically switch the light back on. You flicked it, over and over again.

The room remained dark. 

The power must’ve gone out. 

How? It wasn’t a stormy night and there wasn’t any maintenance scheduled for your area. 

But then you realised something. 

You sprinted down the upstairs hallway, not giving your eyes time to get used to the darkness that blanketed your house. It was by sheer miracle you felt the banister of the stairs under your hand before you fell face first down them and crippled yourself with a murderer on the loose. You padded down the stairs as quickly as you could, downstairs similarly covered in darkness now with the TV turned off. 

Rather than going right where the TV was, you went left. Out to the back room, with the couch, another TV, shelves with wine and the pool table. But dead centre, the gateway to your backyard,

The back door. Wide open. 

You stopped, your heart jumping to your throat as your eyes stung with tears. Shit. The back door was always locked. You never had any need to use the backyard except when company was over, and that happened occasionally at most. There should’ve been no way the back door was open.

But it was. And it meant one thing.

The creepy guy with the knife was in your house. 

Your breath stuttered. The only noise in the entire house was that of the soft wind blowing in through the open door. Too terrified to make a noise, your body froze, listening out for any sounds coming from your blind spots as you stared at your backyard in the distance. Even turning your head felt like it would be as loud as a rocket taking off. 

You didn’t know how long you were there for, stifling cries as tears rolled down your cheeks and every nerve of your body was on edge, waiting for something to strike out of the darkness. You covered your mouth with your hands, your breath hitching when so much as the wind blew a different way. 

But it remained quiet. Silent as the night itself. 

Whoever was here, was lurking. Waiting. 

And you couldn’t take the waiting game anymore.

You slowly padded over to the door, the wind icy cold on your skin as you shut it in miniscule increments. But finally, after an eternity, it shuffled shut. You clicked the lock into place, forgetting it made a noise as it did.

The click was deafening in the quiet. Another surge of ice bolted through you as you immediately turned away from the door to watch the rest of the house. Now that your eyes were used to the darkness, a cursory glance was all you needed.

The figure in the mask stood in the corner of the room you were in. 

His head was cocked to one side, as if surveying when you’d finally notice his presence. You couldn’t see his face under the mask, but you could bet he was smiling. Wickedly. A deep laugh echoed through the otherwise silent room.

“Go on, cutie. Give me a chase.”

Your legs, which had been as useful as tree trunks, snapped out of the ‘freeze’ response they’d been locked in, and you bolted. He laughed again as he watched you leave, giving you a head start you didn’t have time to notice. All you could do was run through the back room, through the kitchen, to the front living room where you almost knocked your body into the couch.

You felt the back cushions of the couch just before you ran into it, pivoting left and launching yourself at the steps, luckily finding the banister to aid you in your mission to get to your bedroom and find your phone to call the police. Your legs rocketed you up the stairs, your rapid breathing and frantic steps preventing you from hearing your pursuers footsteps echoing against the tiled floor of the kitchen.

It was obvious where you were going, and he treated it almost like a game. A game he knew he was going to win. But you clung to that small shred of hope that you could make it to your phone, then to a room with a door that locked.

You burst into your bedroom, slamming the door shut and raced to your bed in the centre of the far wall. You felt around the blankets in the dark for your phone, an excruciating few seconds of searching passing before your hands found the solid weight. You pressed the power button, your phone thankfully starting up, but it would take at least a few minutes to fully charge up. You unplugged your phone and ran to your door to open it, but before you could,

It opened by itself.

And the figure walked in.

His looming shadow was obvious against the wall of the hallway even in the dark. He stepped through the threshold slowly, taking in the darkness.

Your breath hitched, letting him know exactly where you were. Your phone lit up, the colours of the logo shining into your skin and lighting your terrified expression for him to see in the small beam of white light. 

“Too slow, cutie.”

With movements too fast for your brain to comprehend, he turned you around so that your back was against his front, your phone dropping to the floor in the process, and wrapped his arms around you.

One around your waist and the other loosely around your face, his hand over your mouth to silence you.

That woke you up.

You screamed into his hand, the noise dulled to nothing outside of the tight cocoon the man at your back created for you. You tried to move, thrash your arms and legs around, but the arms around you were deceptively bulky. Strong. You weren’t getting out of his hold unless he permitted it, but that didn’t stop you from trying. 

Attempts at punches and kicks flew at him from all the directions you could reach as your screams continued, vibrating into his hand. Not one blow landed, not with him in your blind spot. They weren’t able to do any damage anyway. Tears rolled down your cheeks as the initial panic response and adrenaline started to fade from your body. You could feel it. The fight slowly leaving you, giving way to exhaustion as your lungs heaved for air. 

You slumped in his hold, still conscious but wishing you weren’t. Wishing you were far away from whatever this bastard was going to do to you. A sound came from underneath his mask. A chuckle.

“Haha, that was a cute fight, cutie. But unfortunately…”

The hand at your mouth moved to tilt your head up to his. 

“I’m stronger than you.”

His hold on you proved it. Ironclad and impenetrable. Impossible to break from. You could feel them on your stomach and waist. Hard muscles poked through the thin robe, pressing tightly against your skin and keeping you glued to his front. He was strong, and you had no way out.

With your mouth now free, you wanted to scream. But your still out of breath condition forced you away from it. Any attempt was fruitless. You lived alone. You were alone. 

With this unknown man.

“Please don’t kill me.” your voice was small.

He laughed, that deep bass reverberating through the mask. “Kill you? Cutie I don’t want to kill you.”

You felt a cool sensation at your neck, his mask pressing into it to whisper into your ear. 

“I want to teach you that lesson.”

You gasped. The hand at your chin left it, trailing down your jaw to rest at your pulse point, chuckling at the race of your heartbeat through the skin. Down the slope of your neck, your collarbone, feeling the softness of you under his fingers. 

He was right on the phone call. They were big. And thorough, if the snail’s pace his fingers were tracking down your body signalled anything. They trailed down your collarbone, traced the slope of your cleavage, dipped into your nightshirt. He cupped your breast in his hand and gave it a light squeeze, letting out a harsh breath at the feeling. His fingers edged your nipple, close enough to tease but not enough to touch. His other arm, the one firmly locked around your waist, let up the most miniscule bit, his hand squishing the side of your waist. Feeling the plush of your body in his hold.

Soon enough, the hand that had been trailing down your body joined it. Resting both hands on your waist. He pressed your ass into his body, your thin sleep shorts that barely covered your ass rubbing up against his jeans. They were as rough as you expected denim to be, but there was a large bulge in the middle of it.

Damn it, you were starting to slip.

“There’s something… poking me.” You whispered.

He laughed, pressing his mask further into your neck. “What do you think that is, cutie?”

You knew what it was. You weren’t an idiot. This man had somehow gotten hard at some point in the night, and was coming to collect some relief. He ground your hips into his, making small circles that slotted the bulge of his dick right between your ass cheeks. He hummed at the pressure, pulling you deeper into him. This wasn’t enough for him, not by a long shot, but he relished in the thrill of the tease and chase. He’d let it go on as long as he could.

“Answer me, cutie. What’s that I’m pressing into your ass?”

You babbled at first, but you swallowed your fears. “Your dick. That’s your dick.”

“Yeah it is.” One of his hands shifted upwards. “On second thoughts…” he stopped grinding into your hips to fake ponder his next words. A bolt of something between fear and hope shot through your heart, your logic and hope at war with each other at what he could be second guessing.

“I might kill you after all.”

You gasped again, your heart speeding up. You prepared to beg, but he spoke again.

“Unless you satisfy me well enough.” Huh?

“What?” your voice was tinged, on the verge of tears.

“Be a good enough girl for me and I’ll keep you alive. Would be a waste gutting some good pussy.” His hand shot up to your chin again, grasping your face tightly.

“I-I have a boyfriend.” you tried to plead.

“Remember what I said on the call, cutie? I would be better for you.” His fingers dipped into the waistband of your shorts for a split second, making you shiver, then took them back out. “And this is your life on the line, cutie? Are you gonna die to remain loyal to some mediocre dick?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to. He knew.

“So are you gonna be a good girl for me?”

You nodded slowly, settling into your fate.

“Good.” Still in the dark, his hands left your body. Then you heard shuffling. 

“What are you doing?”

“Taking off this robe, cutie. Figured you might like me if I like you so much.”

“But the lights are still off.”

He laughed. “Nah, they turned back on once you got to your room. I saw your TV turn on.”

The shuffling stopped. Then his arms found you again. He hugged you, softly, like he was a boyfriend backhugging his girlfriend at the supermarket while begging for snacks. Rather than feeling fabric against your back, you felt warm skin. One hand fondled your waist, the other rubbed your ribcage, barely grazing the bottom of your breast underneath your nightshirt. But that was only some of the things to focus on.

You could feel his abs pressed against your back. Hard muscle separated by harsh divots in the skin. Your breath hitched. No wonder you weren’t able to get him off you. Between the shifting muscles in his arms, his tough hands squeezing you, and the washboard at your back, he was jacked. The kind of man who could use his girlfriend as a weight at the gym. The kind who could toss her around any which way he wanted, and be strong enough to pin her down and silence any discussion about it. 

He swayed you gently in his arms like a bastardised slow dance. Your hands had hung limply at your sides all this time, but the feeling of him, his warmth, all around you had woken them up. You had to please him. Your life was on the line. You knew he’d be patient only for so long. So you finally moved your arms.

You placed your hands on his arms, finally feeling his biceps in their entirety. Up until now, you’d only felt the muscle at your torso while he caged you into him, but now you could truly explore. Hopefully he’d get a kick out of it. You wrapped your hands around his biceps, gasping in awe at the sheer thickness of them. Hard as granite under your palms and fingers. 

“Aww, you like my arms, cutie?” you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Mhm.”

“That’s cute. But I’m gonna speed things up now. You just take it for me.”

He left no time for your response as he suddenly completely changed where he was on your body. He pressed his fingers against your lips, silently demanding entrance to your mouth. You obliged, opening up and letting his fingers sink into your mouth. He immediately choked you with his fingers, slipping them all the way back to your throat and laughed at how your throat constricted around the pads of his fingertips.

“Get them wet for me, cutie. Gonna need it.”

He pulled them out of your throat, settling them over your tongue. You swirled your tongue around them, laving them in the saliva that coated your tongue more and more the longer they remained in your mouth. You slowly bobbed your head the small distance you could, getting used to the pressure of his fingers on your tongue. You swirled your tongue around the tips of his fingers, at their most sensitive and attuned to the tightness of your mouth. 

You hollowed your mouth, sucking his fingers in deeper and bobbing your head harder, saliva starting to drip down his fingers and onto his hand. He groaned, the feeling a precursor to how his dick would feel in your mouth. You purposefully spit more onto his fingers as they left your mouth so the saliva ran in faster rivulets down his palm. You closed your eyes, choosing to only focus on the weight of his thick fingers on your tongue while you held onto the muscular arms wrapped around you. 

His other hand, which had been still at your waist, moved. It trailed up your ribcage, slowly memorising how the bumps felt under your skin and his, before slipping underneath your nightshirt. He traced the curve of the underside of your breast before his palm cupped it, squeezing it lightly. The flesh moulded itself to his hand, yielding to his hold. You squeaked, the small vibration from your throat felt on his fingers, and he grinned wickedly under the mask.

He took your nipple between two fingers, rubbing and pinching the bud as it grew hard at the stimulation. You moaned and bucked your hips, his grin widening at the your hips brushing his dick. From then on, it was dual stimulation. 

He started to thrust his fingers inside your mouth. Hard and rough. You choked on every pass he made, making you whine out. He tweaked your nipple between his fingers, stretching it and pinching it in equal, and rubbing it to soothe you when he felt nice. Waves of pleasure ran down your spine and pooled in your panties at the harsh treatment, your brain focusing on the rush of pain that came with having your breasts fondled so harshly. Your boyfriend was always so gentle with you, kissing you tenderly and treating you with care. But this man wasn’t. He was treating you like a stress toy. 

With every choke on his fingertips, you made a gulping noise as you swallowed around him. He was grinding up against you now, his hips swiftly moving in time with the thrusts of his fingers. His dick was hard enough that you could feel it even through your clothes, and it didn’t feel small. It seemed to take up almost the entire length of your ass, and the idea of all that dick being inside you shamefully made you even wetter. His breathing grew heavier as your saliva ran down his wrist, soaking his fingers.

You moaned a particularly needy whine, squirming in his hold as the assault on your tits and mouth reached a breaking point. Finally, he retracted his fingers from your mouth, leaving you panting. 

“Fuck, so wet for me.” His voice was strained, holding up his fingers that would glisten if the lights were on. “I’ll turn the lights on.”

You whined as his other hand left your breast, your right nipple puffy and sore. He somehow made his way perfectly over to your bedside lamp, then switched it on, bathing the room in a golden glow. Now able to see, your mouth dropped when you saw him.

He was exactly what his physique had felt like. Strong, sculpted with muscles more befitting of a greek god than anything resembling man. His biceps flexed almost automatically, like they had a mind of their own, shifting in the light of your lamp. His abs too, simply feeling them in the dark didn’t do them justice. Hard planes of muscle separated by deep divots that were exactly the washboard you’d envisioned. You failed not to look down at them, unable to control your drooling at the dusting of dark hair underneath his belly button, teasing into the waistband of his jeans. 

This man could fold you six ways to Sunday, and you’d thank him. His fingers still glistened with your saliva, the trails shining gold down his hand and wrist. 

He chuckled at your reaction. The pupils in your eyes should be smaller now due to you facing the light, but they remained as blown wide as ever. You were nothing less than awed at his physique, distracted by the ripple of his muscles and bounce of his pecs as he laughed. The mask had a fabric lining that extended down, some of it falling into his cleavage.

“Told you you’d like me, cutie.” He paused, looking you up and down in the light now too.

Your sleep shirt was rumpled from his fiddling with your breast, saliva shined on your bottom lip and dripped down your chin, your eyes were lidded and dark. Your shorts had ridden up your thighs and ass, a feat almost deserving of praise considering how small they already were before, revealing all the exposed skin he could sink his teeth into. You were short too, he could easily pick you up and throw you over his shoulder.

But he refrained. 

He instead walked around behind you, taking you into his arms again. He pressed his fingers up to your mouth again, coating them in a fresh layer of your saliva before sticking them down your shorts. Past your underwear. His slick fingers met your pussy, a deep laugh rumbling from his throat when you gasped at the sudden action. 

Even with the saliva on his fingers, he could tell the wetness he found was also your body’s reaction to his earlier ministrations. He peeled back your folds to reach your centre, rubbing his fingers up and down slowly, smearing your combined slick and saliva around your pussy. He rubbed in teasing motions, just barely nudging your clit before stroking down to your hole, dipping a fraction of his thick fingertip inside you before pulling it out. 

You whined at his teasing. He was an expert in dealing almosts. He brushed up against the parts of your body that were growing to ache the most, only to pull away at the last second. You grew wetter at his touch, but just as desperate. With every pass of his fingers rubbing you at the edge of where you needed, your breathing became heavier, studded with moans. After his touches on your breast, and now the teasing on your pussy, you became impatient. 

“Please touch me…” 

“I am touching you, baby. Where do you want me the most?” 

Baby. The nickname your boyfriend called you. It brought him to mind, but you couldn’t focus on him now. This man had wormed his way into your panties, you couldn’t be thinking of another right now. 

“My clit. Please.” You stuttered out your response. 

“Aww. Your cute little clit needs me? Adorable. Alright then. Just make sure to moan for me.” 

Somewhere after the end of his sentence, you realised he’d partially lifted up his mask. Not enough to see any of his face, especially when he was behind you, but just enough to expose his mouth to your skin. You felt his mouth on your neck, pressing small kisses into the skin that you could almost mistake for loving if it weren’t for the plastic of the ghost face mask nudging your chin. The kisses were soft caresses, slowly growing into deeper, open mouthed kisses that made small squelches when he pulled back. 

His fingers on your pussy moved upwards. For a moment you feared he’d pull back on his word and continue to tease you, just with the olive branch of neck kisses to soothe you, but he didn’t. On the up swipe, his middle finger went high enough to catch onto your clit.

You moaned aloud. Your clit felt every single microscopic ridge in his fingertip as he circled the bud, every nerve catching alight. You welcomed the touch, squirming from the pleasure rather than the desperation of being edged. His finger traced circles around your clit, even rubbing the extra sensitive spot between your clit and your clitoral hood, a spot that made you tremble in his hold. Your legs shook, now relying on him to hold you upright. The neck kisses had evolved from loving, ghostly touches to harsh attacks. He sucked red and purple marks all across your neck, ravaging every centimetre of untouched skin he could feasibly reach. He bit along the crook of your shoulder, licked a particularly purple hickey on the base of your neck, sucked on the sensitive spot near your pulse point.

Your hips bucked up as you moaned loudly, the stable touches on your clit pulling you towards orgasm. He rutted into your ass, groaning into the crook of your neck as he panted between kisses. The sign of his pleasure, simply from giving you yours, made your orgasm come closer. Then his fingers went downwards.

You whined at the loss of pleasure on your clit, the bundle of nerves throbbing from the assault it had just taken. His fingers travelled down and stopped at your hole, his middle fingers stopping and swirling slick around it. Your panties were drenched now, rubbing their hot dampness all over his fingers, but he wanted to feel the inside. They’d already felt your mouth, and how wet and hot it could be, but he knew your pussy was the real gold of your body.

He pushed a finger in, your breath hitching at the sheer thickness. It was thicker than your own fingers, stretching you out with one the same way you needed two of your own to do. The amount of slick you’d produced aided him, but the stretch was palpable. He groaned at how tight you were, sucking him in and holding him tight. There was almost no place for him to move, and it was still only one finger. He swore with a breathy tone to his voice, as if he were in awe at the sensation.

“Fuck, so tight for me baby. Could almost mistake you for a virgin.”

You weren’t one, but you couldn’t dignify his observation with a response as he started to move his finger in and out of your pussy. He took a steady pace, letting you feel just how big and long his finger was in detail as your walls gripped him like a warm fist. His finger reached deeper than you could dream of, making you whine at how big he was.

He pumped his finger in and out of you, slowly teasing a second finger up against your hole. A burning feeling arose from the impending stretch, but you welcomed the slight pain. Two fingers were always the best. He kissed over the hickeys on your neck, blunt pain arising from the pressure on the bruises as he slipped the second finger in. You gasped, the burning feeling spreading through your body and down your legs. But you were right. Once you were used to the two fingers and the burn eased, he ground the heel of his hand into your clit, amplifying the pleasure already starting to build. Your noises grew louder as your orgasm neared, your mind quickly becoming lost in the sensation. 

He groaned hotly into your ear, feeling you tighten impossibly harder over his fingers and imagining how you’d strangle his cock. His dick felt on the verge of combustion from the images racing through his head as your walls massaged his fingers and your moans sang into the heated air. 

“I’m… c-clos-...” you could barely speak from the sounds choking your throat.

“Let it out baby. Come for me.” His fingers remained the same steady pace they always were, the bone underneath the skin of his thumb pressing into your clit. 

A final circular motion of his hand was what did you in. 

Your back arched into him as you came with a loud moan. Your hips stilled and stuttered as your orgasm came over you in waves, the tempo in time with the continued thrusts of his fingers as you drenched them in your juices. He didn’t let your orgasm end, taking the pace and controlling it with an iron fist. Your mind grew hazy, your vision blurry and the nerves around your body dulled their sensation to focus your brain only on your clit and the feeling of his fingers inside you. He didn’t stop his fingers, your pussy pulsing around the soaked digits until the haze of the pleasure faded to welcome the pain of overstimulation.

You whined at it, your hips bucking in an attempt to escape the pain. 

“N-no, too much-” you weakly tried to push his arm away, but he thankfully stopped.

“Fuck, you look adorable when you cum, cutie.” He pulled out of you and then out of your panties, soaked beyond saving. You flinched at the sudden coolness of the damp fabric against your raw clit. He’d slipped the mask back down, but let his hand underneath the hood to lick your essence off. His other hand gripped his dick through his jeans like it owed him money. Staving off an orgasm of his own.

“Too adorable, actually. Almost came in my pants.” The obscene sound of lips smacking off his fingers rang through the room.

“God, you taste good.” The sentence was tinged with a growl. “Get on the bed, I need to do too many things to you.”

You obeyed, sitting on the bed as he unzipped his black jeans. Even in the limited light, his boxers had a stain on the front where his cock was. To say he was well endowed looked like an understatement, but it was confirmed when he pulled the final piece of clothing not covering his whole identity down.

His dick was massive. So thick you could probably just barely wrap your hand around it and so heavy it weighed itself down. Long enough to slap his thigh as he moved, droplets of pre beading on the tip. It was enough to make you drop your jaw, wondering how the hell it was gonna fit inside you. But also enough for a small wave of slick to leave your entrance in excitement. He gripped the base in a strong fist, making him groan as he looked eyes with you. He laughed.

“Scared, baby?” 

You had no response.

“Aww, cute. Not even inside you yet and you’re already dumb.” He walked up to you, his standing form towering over your seated one. The light dyed his right side gold, accentuating the flex of his muscles, while the left was shrouded in the shadows. His dick was right in front of your face, the size even more daunting but exciting up close. You looked up at him, still in the mask.

He chuckled at your expression. Your eyes were wide, as if unused to his size. Your hands in your lap fidgeting with each other. Your bottom lip caught between your teeth and released it just as quickly. 

“You know what will happen if you don’t measure up, baby.” 

You stilled.

“So are you gonna be good for me?”

You nodded.

“Good girl. Now lie down, wanna undress you myself.”

You immediately laid back on the bed and waited for him to join you. He crawled onto the bed and shuffled up to you on his knees until he caged your body into the blankets with his arms. You looked up at him, the dull throb in your panties and the knowledge of what he was going to do to you overriding the mild fear. He hovered over you, gauging your half-lidded expression before his hands left the bedding and he sat on his knees, his dick grazing your stomach.

He trailed his big hands up and down your sides, laughing quietly at the way you squirmed. His hands soon found their way underneath your sleep shirt, this time with intent to take it off. He grazed the side of your breasts with his fingertips before seamlessly slipping off the fabric, exposing your breasts to the cool air. You shivered at the sudden lack of heat over your chest. His hands still travelled along your body, feeling the soft skin underneath his fingers, the swell of your breast under his palm. He leaned his head down to get a closer look at your expressions, warped in pleasure but begging for more.

His fingers soon drifted, for the third time already, down into your shorts. Satisfied at the still warm and slick wetness he found stuck to your panties, he lifted his hand back out to lick at your juices, gifting you a glimpse of a sharp jawline. With an obliging lift of your hips, he slipped both your shorts and panties off, leaving you completely naked under his hulking physique. 

He took a moment to look at you in all your glory. Flustered face, hands dangling in the air unknowing of what to do with them, your thighs squished together and rubbing as if to provide some friction to your pussy under the intense gaze radiating through his mask. Slick painted the inside of your thighs in a light sheen. His cock pulsed, dripping precum all over your stomach as it shifted whenever he moved. 

He got up and straddled your head, pinning your hair up in a harsh fist that had you wincing. The tip nudged against your mouth. He thrusted once, in silent demand you open up and let him take your throat. You let him. 

The tip alone was nearly too much for you to handle, stretching out your lips almost as far as they went so as to not accidentally graze him with your teeth. He stayed there, letting you get used to the sheer weight and girth of him in your mouth. Your tongue swiped in circles around him, paying close attention to the underside of his tip that you knew was sensitive in men. It earned you a groan, and he slipped more of his dick into your mouth as a reward. 

You ran your tongue around what you could reach. He’d positioned himself at the exact angle that would have you accessing every centimetre of him while he held you against the pillow by your hair. His grip caused flares of pain to your head, but you focused on his dick regardless, swallowing the pain down. Your tongue tracked along the veins that throbbed on the underside, tracing them upwards towards the tip. His dick steadily leaked pre into your mouth, you faithfully catching it with your tongue. He moaned loudly when you dug your tongue into the crevice of his slit, making him thrust the rest of his dick inside.

You gagged, unprepared for the onslaught of his cock suddenly in your mouth. He groaned in relief, holding your head tightly against his pelvis as your throat struggled to take the full length of him in. He breathed heavily.

“Fuck baby, feel so good. ‘m trying not to cum right now.” 

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t respond. You could only swallow slowly and hope for the best. He groaned at the feeling of your throat constricting on the sensitive tip, your tongue swiping along the shaft as best you could. 

He soon started to thrust in and out of your mouth. He ran your mouth all along his dick, covering it with saliva before pulling out and thrusting back in with just as much fervour. Every pass made new groans leave him at the warm feeling of your mouth and the gulping noises as he reached your throat. Your eyes filled with tears at the rough treatment and the solid hits at your throat, but he was too busy throwing his head back and looking down at you, admiring your face as he fucked your mouth. He liked your tears, moaning at the sight of your desperate face. 

“Fuck, don’t look at me like that, baby.”

You closed your eyes and surrendered yourself to his will. He moved you like a ragdoll, in and out, rhythmic thrusts filled your mouth to the skull and back while you could only lie there and take it. You didn’t even move your tongue anymore, it couldn’t keep up with him. Saliva spilled down your chin and pooled at the corners of your mouth, more running and frothing with every movement he made. 

You reached up, resting your hands on the clefts where his thighs met his hips. His thighs were similarly swole as the rest of him, flexing in time with his thrusts. His breath became heavier, panting audible even through the mask. His thrusts stuttered, no longer the seasoned rhythm, now unstable and desperate, bucking his hips further into your mouth as he pulled out. There were bouts of a few second intervals where he just stopped thrusting, letting his tip push flush against your throat and stay there to catch his breath. You swallowed during those moments, eliciting a whine from the man above you, before he resumed his thrusts again.

He was getting close as his thrusts somehow picked up a pace that rattled your teeth. No doubt bruising your throat in the process. The more he rutted mindlessly into you, the higher his moans reached a fever pitch. The sounds leaving him had already made you leak slick down your thighs and onto the blankets, but the moans grew almost whiny.

“Fuck… I’m close baby. You gonna swallow for me? Take what I give you?”

You nodded as best you could through the dick in your mouth, staring up at him with doe eyes and tears streaming down your face. An obscene squelch sound rang out with every thrust into your throat, and one final swallow around his tip had his pulsing cock cumming straight down your throat. He groaned loudly as he fisted your hair even tighter, ensuring no amount of his cum left your mouth. The sheer amount of time his orgasm took to finally subside had your head going dizzy from the lack of air, but you found you didn’t care. He started to pull out as the last ropes of cum left him, the white liquid settled on your tongue.

He pulled out fully, panting like a dog as he rested back on his knees, his dick still rock hard in front of your mouth. Dazed, you slowly hoisted yourself up further on the pillow on your elbows, your gaze heated as you dropped your tongue, showing off the remnants of cum he’d left on it.

The effect on him was obvious. He chuckled breathily and his cock solidified further. “Fuck, baby, you could kill a man with that.” Ironic, given he would kill you if you didn’t measure up to his satisfaction. He lifted his mask enough to see his mouth, then leaned in to kiss you. 

The cum in your mouth immediately transferred to his, his thick lips sucking on your tongue to taste his own cum out of you. He hungered for it, all but vacuuming your tongue into his mouth and sucking an indent of his teeth into the muscle. The salty remnants of his cum faded quickly, but he still continued to kiss you, lips moving against each other with an odd familiarity. His tongue worked its way into your mouth, curling around yours and pushing you down further into the blankets as he dominated the kiss. He explored every crevice of your mouth like he was trying to stick his tongue down your throat, to understand with his tongue why his dick pulsed so harshly when you swallowed around his tip. 

Drool ran down your chin. Yours, his, definitely a mix of both. He pressed his head closer like he couldn't bear to be away, not even coming up for air despite the heavy breathing. You were sure he was drooling into your mouth, wet noises came with every smack of your lips.

Yet the time eventually came where he had to come up for air. He pulled away abruptly, on his last thread before the tingly haze in his head became the darkness. He panted, his mouth still visible to you and covered in saliva. His plump lips were red and puffy, his jaw cut like a diamond.

He loomed over you, his arms still bracing you on either side of your body. His hips shifted forward, nudging the thick tip of his dick into your inner thighs. You gasped and jumped slightly at the blunt heat, rivulets of slick dripping down your pussy and thighs that his dick was edging right into and smearing around. He groaned, so close to your pussy he swore he could almost taste it just with his tip. 

Your thighs twitched, reflexively closing inwards, but his hips prevented you from closing them fully. 

“Keep those legs open, baby.” 

You nodded sheepishly. He leaned over you again, this time situating himself right at your pussy. He took his dick in hand, giving it one slow pump from base to tip, twisting his wrist as he got to the tip. He groaned, then ran his tip down your centre, not penetrating you yet. Your wetness coated his dick with every swipe he made, turning his rock-solid dick a shiny shade of dark red. He gyrated his hips, catching your clit in the slit of his tip at the apex and making you both moan loudly. Every pass he made downwards edged closer and closer to your pussy. 

He watched your reactions, the way your face contorted into pleasure when your tender clit was ensconced in his thick tip before swiping away, the way your hands had shot up to his back at some point and dug your nails into his back. His movements were the same as they’d always been, rhythmic and so utterly calm. Collected. He groaned atop you, the heat slicking up his dick and preparing him for finally fucking you in the way you needed. The time that you’d feel him inside, stretching you out to a degree that you knew would take time to get used to. 

He rolled his hips in such a way that it felt delicious, the feeling momentarily quelling the fire burning at your pussy before going right back to stoking it. You moaned every time, followed by a gruff groan from him that steadily became more ragged. He was leading to the end of his tether too.Finally, after a steady build up of the telltale knotting feeling in your gut, he stopped and leaned back.

“Need to fuck you right now, baby.”

The magic words, music to your ears. This time, he let his tip catch into your pussy, a silent temptation. You spread your legs. He stilled for a second, his breath hitching so quietly you almost missed it, then pressed in.

The stretch was unlike anything you’d felt before. He’d prepared you for half his size on his fingers, let you cum and leak your slick all over yourself to the point it was dripping onto the sheets, but the stretch still burned your muscles. He felt almost inhuman, only the tip had popped inside you but it knocked the wind out of you. You tilted your head back, almost unable to process the feeling of the thick dick finally inside you. It was cathartic, the fire burning your insides could finally begin to be put out. 

He groaned above you, stilling as to not orgasm right there, tip deep in you. 

“Ooh fuck baby, so tight for me. Too big for you?”

You responded with a whine, unable to use words even if you tried. Words had evaporated from your head. 

He moved slowly, centimeter by centimeter, inch by slow thick inch until it seemed like you were filled up to your capacity, only to find out with a glance downwards he was only around halfway inside you. Your eyes bugged, uncertain if you could take all of him in. He chuckled.

“Aww cutie. Afraid I’m too much? Don’t worry.” His speech had an edge of grit, like he was struggling not to just plunge so deep inside you you struggled to find where you ended and he began. “I’ll make it fit.”

You whined, your brain hyperfocused on the feeling of his dick moving again, further and further inside you until it felt like he was properly in your guts. Never had you really understood the phrase ‘rearranging your guts’, but there was no other way to describe the feeling of just how deep he was inside your body. Your muscles burned from the stretch, but he stayed still, plump lips parted and teeth gritted to not rush into the deep end and mindlessly fuck you on his dick.

He had made it fit. His pelvis was against your pussy, brushing your centre. You were so stuffed of dick you couldn’t say anything, could barely make any sounds at all. You could only breathe through the stretch as you got used to it. Your pussy fluttered, making the man above you hiss and push his hips further into you. 

“Fucking shit cutie. Don’t do that.”

Your brain fog eased, giving you an idea that was the opposite of what he’d just instructed you. You smirked, and clamped your pussy down onto him.

A strangled moan left his throat, animalistic in its sound. The wetness was all around him now, the sensitivity of his cock suddenly being shown no mercy. He braced himself on all fours again, his head going to the crook of your neck right below your ear. His body was pressed against yours, the softness of yours meeting the hard muscle of his. You realised you’d probably made a mistake with the reminder of just how much bigger and more muscular he was. His breath ghosted over your skin, making it prickle despite the heat.

“Big mistake, cutie.”

He immediately set a pace only classed as punishing. His hips moved with a quickness your brain could barely catch up with. Pulling out to the tip then slamming back inside you, punching that back inner wall and massaging the others hastily. The burning sensation struck back in your muscles, not having fully eased during the time he’d been still, but now it bloomed all around his cock. His tip punched your cervix in painful ruts, his thrusts so fast his hips blurred but oddly disciplined for a man on the edge.

You screamed, walls clamping down on him impossibly further, choking the veins running down his shaft and making it an active effort to keep his hips bucking into you. The force behind his thrusts sent you shifting microscopically up the pillows and the headboard banging against the wall. Not that either of you were paying attention to it when he was fucking your brains out of your head. 

Every thrust of his hips into you had you moaning, the sensation too much for your little mind to handle. You started crying, tears streaming down your face as you dug your nails into his back and scratched, leaving red marks befitting of a jungle cat across the expanse of his muscles. He hissed at the pain but continued moving like nothing was happening, hips snapping into you while squeezing your hips so tightly it was going to leave finger-sized bruises across your skin by the morrow. 

You were choking on your sobs, the man nestling his face in your neck smirking against the skin as he heard them faintly over the wet squelches coming from where your bodies were joined. So wet, you were dripping out all over him, all around him, so slick it was sometimes difficult to stay inside, almost slipping out a couple of times. Your cockdrunk whines and whimpers, brain unable to form words, and then he hit that spot inside you that made your vision white out and your body spasm.

You hadn’t even noticed you were that close to orgasm, so it hit you like a truck ran through. Your brain couldn’t handle it, shutting down enough to have you only looking dazed at the ceiling as the tidal wave crested over your pussy then spread to the rest of your body in time with your pounding heartbeat. 

Your pussy clenched around him as you gushed, tearing a ragged groan deep from his throat. He ignored your still body, pumping his dick inside you and milking your orgasm for every drop it had like nothing had happened, nearing his own edge at your walls all but choking his dick like a vice. 

“S-shit! So good for me, dripping all over me like a good little slut.”

He gritted his teeth, feeling the rise of his orgasm cresting, but managed to stave it off. He wanted to feel you. You were pliant as a ragdoll, your body moving in response to his without any input from your tapped-out mind. Even your hands limply rested on his back, not scratching or digging in your nails. The sensitivity on his dick had him stutter on his thrust, bucking into you halfway to pulling out and almost slipping out of you on the tip. He stayed out of you a split second longer than he had all the other times before, his hand coming down to squeeze the base with such grip he whined under his breath.

But it worked. He resumed his pace, this time sliding his hand onto the curve of your neck. You didn’t react. He grunted, pounding into you with the fervour of a man starved, like he’d die tomorrow if he didn’t fuck you into silence and also fuck you out of it, too. He squeezed your neck, right on the pulse points that had your head remaining in its hazed state. Your pussy pulsed around him but was slacker than before, your body overstimulated and your thigh muscles twitching, but he kept going.

“Fuck baby… fucked you so good you’re not whining anymore.” He breathed out a laugh. “It’s okay, I’ll fuck you back to life.”

He paid attention to your face from your neck, squeezing your neck for split second intervals until the light returned to your eyes. His hips never slowed their pace, his stamina prepared for the fuck of a lifetime every night if his lovers so wished. You heard his words, mind slowly processing them to the forefront and finding the irony in them given his threat from earlier. Fuck you back to life? Well, you were breathing again now. Your brain was waking up again from its rest, thoughts no longer slurred in your head and it was just in time to feel him still pounding into you like nothing had happened.

He held his grasp on your neck, feeling the vibration of your whine on your skin. “Like this baby?” he asked teasingly, and you could barely nod.

He grinned wolfishly, licking a fat stripe up your cheek and tasting the dried salt on your skin. Pressing down on your neck tighter, he huffed out a surprised groan when you tightened around his dick again. He felt a spark in his abdomen, beaming brighter and heavier by the second as he pumped in and out of you.

“Oh fuck, I’m close baby. Gonna take all of me? Take all my cum like a good girl?”

You nodded, eyes clamped shut and keening at the praise. You held him tightly, pressing him into you like a weighted blanket as with every thrust he brought you closer to the edge as well. 

“You’re close too. You’re squeezing around me. Hold off babygirl, cum with me. Like the romantics do.”

You would’ve laughed if you were able. Instead you moaned. Whined right into his ear. He made a keened sound in response, lifting himself up onto his knees and guiding your leg onto his shoulder. The veins in his arms stuck out against the muscle and pulsed, his pecs rippled with every movement. His dick went deeper with the new angle, knocking your breath from your lungs with each time his tip barrelled into you. You cried out, locking your other leg around his waist and trapping him as close to you as you could, all while he continued to thrust, the pace unchanged and sending you both towards your climax. 

His groans grew louder as you tightened around him with every squeeze on your neck, every time he pounded into you and your pussy clamped down as if to keep him there forever. 

It was a few minutes of steady pumps of his dick, creeping closer to your orgasm but without the final push to send you over the edge and into the waves. Your voice was growing hoarse from the tireless whines and moans you’d let out at the pleasure of his cock, and you could feel your limbs growing tired, fatigue settling bone deep. But still you persevered. He did too. Your bodies were covered in sweat, the salty liquid settling into the divots of your muscles and rolling down his abs, drenching your hairline. 

It was a specific move he did. He took his hand off your neck for a moment to settle it down on your waist with his other one. He pushed your waist onto his cock rather than meeting his cock into you, and the different angle that move offered made you gasp louder than you had the entire night. He’d hit your g-spot. He stilled for a moment, then thrusted with renewed vigour, going just as hard as he had in the beginning. Your moans were so loud you could feel your throat drying up from constantly being open, but you didn’t care in the moment. 

Moving like that, right into the spot inside where you were most sensitive had you coming. Your orgasm crashed into you, gushing around his cock like a tidal wave. Your brain turned to mush, whiting out your vision and causing a buzzing in your ears. Your entire body squirmed in his hold as he thrusted into you through your orgasm, pushing more slick out of you. The sheer amount of it completely wetted his pelvis, dripping down past his dick and balls to settle into the blankets. 

He all but whined at the sensation of you having the orgasm of your life on his dick. If you had any neighbours nearby they most definitely would’ve heard you coming on him, and that puffed up his ego to the stars. He still kept moving, your slick frothing around his cock in squelching noises to rival the most depraved of porn. It was better than porn, because here he was moaning uncharacteristically high pitched as the spark in his gut finally exploded like a busted fuse. 

"F-fuck. I'm coming, babygirl. I'm coming."

His orgasm lasted what felt like forever. Ropes of thick cum pumped into you as he moved until the overstimulation forced him out of you. His dick was soft, finally sated. A steady dribble of cum leaked out of you, and although his dick was done for the night, the sight of his release oozing out of you in an unbroken stream made him drool. 

Your brain and vision had returned to the land of the living, so you spied him adjusting his mask to show his mouth fully. The inside of his mouth glistened with saliva, and he kneeled down to put his face near your thighs. You whined at the sight, too overstimulated to be eaten out, but he ignored your wordless pleas.

He licked up your centre, dragging his cum through your pussy up to your clit, which had you wincing and screeching through gritted teeth at the pain. He rolled his tongue back into his mouth and grinned at the taste. Even though it was mostly his cum, the tangy sweet undertone of your arousal complemented the salt of his perfectly. 

He kept his tonguing ventures strictly to around your hole after that, digging out his own release with his tongue and licking it down his throat. The stimulation made you whine hoarsely, but you were too tired to react, letting him crudely clean you up. 

The grand finale of the night came after he’d licked up every drop of your combined arousal. He’d dug into you one final time with his tongue, then moved up to meet his face to yours. You stared at him blearily, noting his mouth and lips were in an odd position, like he was keeping something in his mouth. He gently pressed his lips to yours, his tongue poking through the seam of your lips and through your open teeth, depositing the salty and tangy mix of your cum onto your tongue.

You didn’t flinch at the way his tongue massaged the inside of your mouth, spreading your cum around your tastebuds. He pulled back, shutting your jaw with his thumb and watched as you swallowed the liquid, a glimmer in your tired eyes. You smiled up at him. 

"Satisfied?"

He took the mask off fully, showing his face, and kissed you again, just as sweetly.

"You live another day, baby."

Everything pointed to a perfect movie night. 

Freshly popped popcorn prepared by your boyfriend on the stove, butter and salt sticking to the white kernels. An array of fluffy colourful blankets neatly folded on the cushion beside the place where you’d both sit, you setting up the original Scream on the joint netflix account. 

Maki rushed over with the popcorn he’d tossed with the flavourings like a professional chef, you sneaking a couple of pieces before he’d even sat down. He snickered and kissed your temple before slumping beside you with the popcorn still in hand, the topmost layer almost spilling out onto the floor. He passed you the bowl while he stretched to get the blankets, fluffing them out and draping them across your laps. 

“Did you enjoy last night?” he asked.

You looked at him, the tingling ache in your nether regions having not ceased. You’d spent the whole day unable to walk after he’d ravaged you like an animal the night before, relying on him to hoist you up in the shower while he washed you off, to pick you up in a heart fluttering princess carry downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast and lunch, and mercifully taking it upon himself to fold last night’s laundry after he’d changed the blankets. Those muscles… the memories came back, and you blushed.

“It was the best.”

He grinned wickedly, that cheeky, cocky smile you loved so much and had felt against your skin once he’d pulled that mask up. 

“It was funny hearing you say you could fuck me better than yourself.”

He burst out a single humourless laugh, then snickered. “Hey, the only person I’ll let fuck you better than me, is me.”

You smiled and stole a piece of popcorn. “Did you enjoy it?”

“The mask got hot real fast baby. That’s why I had it up the whole time.”

“Really? So it wasn’t to worship me with kisses?” You feigned hurt, placing the back of your hand on your forehead.

“Nah, kissing you isn’t all that, to be honest.” His grin took up half his face. 

You slapped him on the arm, your other hand cradling the popcorn and moving it away from where he could reach. He laughed and kissed your temple again, the affection softening the scene.

You looked deep into the pools of his eyes that swam with ardour. And kissed him. Chastely. Softly. A far cry from the animalistic rampage he’d gifted you last night. He tasted like butter and salt, his skin warm and inviting.

It ended as soon as it began, leaving the both of you smiling. 

“Should we watch the movie now?”

As you looked at yourself in the mirror you realised you felt quite pretty, the dress perfectly sculpted you and was elegant, leaving your collarbone to breathe without layers. Next to the dress was a pair of black lace gloves that you put on before coming out to your manager.

The face he made was not a good one. He had a slip of paper in hand and looked somehow distressed. You interrogated him, and he only gave you the slip of paper that you took between your gloved hands before reading aloud.

“Dearest guest tonight will be unique. To give a better chance for our guest to know each other, once the red carpet passed your staff will not be allowed to come with you and you will be given a mask”

Without understanding you questioned your manager "A masked ball? With no staff? Isn’t it odd…?” Your manager was visibly annoyed by the change and simply told you that the person in responsibility of events had recently changed and had assured him a couple of weeks earlier that his way of doing would be significantly different from his predecessor.

As your hairstylist came and fixed your hair, you tried keeping your calm. Your career had started five years ago, and you had never been alone to an event before.

As the three of you went together to the event you discovered the unusual scenery. The reception was taking place in a mansion in Paris. The building was fancy, dating back from the 18th century. Used to be a private residence for the Parisian aristocracy and was now belonging to the company organising the party.

An important firm and designer house clearly established. Being invited was an honor in itself. As you were admiring the magnificent place where you would enjoy the evening your manager spoke up.

"As we can't be with you, remember be nice polite and do not refuse anyone. This event could skyrocket your career and get you many brands deal." You slowly nodded, and as the car parked, he reminded you one more time "Do whatever it takes but be pleasing and outgoing."

Two hours later you had survived the frenzy of the red carpet, and entering which in itself was both a miracle. On the carpet because of how rude all the photographers were and entering the party, all the staff were quite pushy wanting to make sure you had no staff with you but also taking your phone and purse away from you.

You thought the whole ordeal was quite odd, being alone without any staff, giving your phone and finally receiving a mask paired with your dress to hide your identity.

As you had passed an immense mirror, you realised the mask covered more than half your face going down on your cheeks. You thought it was a good thing your make up artist could not see it as she would have been disappointed to have her gorgeous work hidden.

Now you had been inside since quite a while, and the situation was quite difficult. The ball room was gorgeous, all the outfits rivalling in elegance and beauty... The problem however were the people there.

Most of them, even if the mask did hide their faces seemed to have recognised each other, forming many little groups which you could not enter.

You had tried a first one, three men and four women. All spoke mandarin. You did not speak mandarin.

You took a first glass of champagne.

The second group this time was only composed of women, that seemed to be around your age. This time they eyed you oddly, laughing together and speaking in French. You did not speak French.

You took a second glass of champagne.

The third group was probably the worst, this time they spoke English but did not want you around them. Asking you about your career and achievements, deeming they were not impressive enough they simply told you to go somewhere else.

That was your third glass of champagne.

The fourth, fifth and sixth one were globally the same. Rude, uninterested or speaking another language.

You were now in the offside of the room, watching all the guests having a great time while you were sipping on your now seventh glass of champagne. You were not a polyglot, you could already speak English and Italian which objectively was not bad. And your career was fine, you had a breakout role and now were scoring more important parts and brand deals.

You were alone in your corner, enjoying the alcohol, your only comfort when a masked man came to stand next to you, champagne in hand.

He was the first one to break the silence "I saw you trying to make conversation with… well everyone, don't take offense of them not liking you, unless you are worth more than 20 million in their eyes everyone is useless" a scoff left your lips as you took in the information.

Your asked yourself what you excepted from a party organised by a French designer, in a Parisian mansion where staff was forbidden and mask mandatory...

Almost mad at yourself you accepted another glass from a waiter before replying "I should've excepted it I recognise. But that means you knew and yet you still came?" As the sentence left your lips you turned you face to glance at the man standing next to you.

He was taller than you, even as you wore heels and were quite tall. He had almond shaped eyes behind his mask and plumb lips. His blond hair was reaching his shoulders, leaving you to suppose he had a mullet. He was an elegant man, wearing only a tuxedo vest on top of his shirt.

He gave you an answer "You know how it is, those parties, those brands… you want sponsorship, money, anything that could allow your name to make it big" as you looked at him you commanded his honesty before sipping again on your champagne. Your true ally of the night.

In the room, the music changed and the people left their groups to start dancing, a waltz. You also thought that it was very on brand with the way the night was going.

"How about we show them what the outsiders are made of ?" You questioned him with your eyes as he gave you a look, making you look at the center of the room, where people had started dancing.

"Dancing ?" you asked, and he nodded happily before taking your glass from your hand and leaving it to a waiter.

Quickly he took the two of you to the floor, installing his hand on your hip, your hand on his shoulder and making both of you takes each other hands. Slowly he started following the rhythm.

The first dance happened slowly, getting used to each others pace and rhythm. For the second dance, the man with the silver mask started bringing the two of you closer, feeling more comfortable and making bigger steps. On the third dance your bodies were now glued one against another.

Your chest was standing firmly against his, and you could feel the warmth coming out of his body. As you kept dancing, you felt that your heart was getting louder and that somehow you wanted to be even closer to him. You stole a glance at him, his face, and from where you were standing you had a perfect view of his lips.

You felt your breath getting hatched and a tingly feeling in your inner tight. You started biting your lips to try and surpass the feeling.

You had done multiple kissing scenes in the past and yet you have never felt such an urge in your body. Why were you feeling turned on just by dancing with him?

The fourth dance was unbearable. You wanted to get closer and feel more of his warmth. Your head was getting dizzy and as the man made you spin, you realised you could not continue any longer.

Abruptly you stepped away from him, giving him an apology before rushing and trying to find a quiet spot. You found open glass doors, giving way to a balcony. You quickly stepped outside closing the door behind you and finding solace on the railing you gripped to try and find a calmer cardiac rhythm.

You felt that your cheeks were flushed and your dress oppressing your body. The sensation between your legs did not stop and you tried pushing your legs against one another to sooth the feeling.

You were now fulling grasping for air, as the situation kept getting worse.

Interrupting the calm of the balcony, the masked man pushed the doors, closing them behind him. He had brought glasses to share between the two of you. And even if you could not see his face fully, you could still tell that worry painted his face.

"Feeling flushed? I brought back some drinks it is getting hot inside." He said calmly joining you and giving you one of the glasses. Muttering a thank you, you drank the entire glass in a matter of seconds, hoping it would help you feel better.

The conversation you exchanged happened in a blurry way. All you remembered was that he was an idol in a group even though he came alone, he also had his difficulties with his freedom stripped from him. He was a kind man, funny to be around.

But as you stood there, watching him speak, the way his lips moved slowly, articulating every word, you felt an urge in your body you could not even stop.

In a few seconds you plunged yourself onto him and placed a quick kiss on his lips.

You quickly returned to yourself and stepped back, only feeling a faint traces of your lips on his. You muttered an apology, bowing your head down to him, feeling shameful for the primitive urge that took over your body.

Without giving you an answer you felt hands cupping your cheeks, making your head stand straight and as you stood eyes wide open, you saw the masked man plunge his lips onto yours.

Slowly he started to kiss your lips, waiting for you to kiss him back. You quickly responded to his kiss, draping your hands in his hair. Slowly he took off his hands from your face and installed them in your neck, bringing you even closer to him. For a fraction of seconds, you separated before he pulled you closer a hand on your waist.

This time he was not slow, but feverish, he kissed more ardently, on your lips you felt his tongue licking yours, asking to get in. And as you parted your lips, his tongue engulfed itself into your mouth. A groan leaving his body.

You felt more feverish, wanting more, more of him, of his warmth and you brought yourself even closer to him completely bringing your chest to his. That feeling on his body left him relentless, wanting more. And as he pushed you against the railing the hand that was in your hips made his way to your breast, he started holding.

Kissing him wasn't enough, you separated for a few seconds before going back on each other. Both of you moaning and rubbing each others’ bodies.

The stillness of the night was interrupted by your grinding bodies, your lips fighting for dominance and your tongues messing with each other. The fight was so violent that both of you had each other saliva on your lower face.

The feeling of kissing wasn't enough, and your lips engulfed his, biting him, leaving an iron taste on your lips.

The feeling in your inner tight did not stop, your breast was also hurting and the situation get kept getting more difficult as you felt his growing boner against your body.

For a couple of seconds his lips left yours, to trail down and go to your neck he started kissing feverishly. You rejected your head in the back and brought his face closer to the ape of your neck, wanting more as moans left your lips.

Before you could even realise you begged him "Please I want you inside of me" The man had a grin and you could feel his boner twitch in his pants against your stomach and your inner thigh that was now positively drenched.

"Just wait" he moaned in your ear as he had made his way up. The only thing you could feel was his lips on yours, and his knowing hands going back down your hips. His lips left yours again to leave kisses mark all over your collarbones and the beginning of your chest, you only wanted to feel him. All over.

"Please, can we go.." a moan left your lips "..somewhere"

A small “fuck” left his lips and as he kept your body close to him, he brought back the two of you close to the doors. Before engulfing you to a passionate kiss and opening the door.

The warmth of the dancing room went against your already flushed cheeks. No one seemed to notice the two of you. The only thing you knew, was that the man was holding your hand, asking a staff member how to go upstairs and as he got the answer, he quickly took the two of you out before taking a bottle of champagne someone gave to him.

The next thing you knew was that you were following this stranger and escaping the party, quickly making your way upstairs, anywhere that you could find a room unlocked where the two of you could go.

Upstairs the two of you kept getting more pressed, relentless, trying to open every room before one finally gave in.

As the masked man opened the door you swore you could not stand it anymore and as the door closed behind the two you plunged yourself in his arm, taking off his tuxedo jacket. The man felt the same urge as he went straight back to kiss you, not even giving you a chance to resist him before putting his tongue deep inside your throat.

You felt his hands on your hips, on your breast, you swore you could feel him everywhere and nowhere.

"Fuck I need you" a rasp left your lips.

You kept feeling dizzier and your inner thigh get getting more wet. All you had done was kissing and you couldn’t even understand how he could have gotten you so wet so quickly.

As the man made his way through your dress, he found the zipper on your side and could not even open it. "Fuck" he groaned in your ear "I need you off this now".

Without even trying one more second, he put his hand in the inside of the corseted part or your dress and ripped the fabric, just enough to let your boobs falls straight out of the dress and enough to take the dress off your body.

As the silver masked man looked at you, dress on your ankles, boobs free in the air, a black lace pantie, precum was dripping out his cock. As you stood there feverish, partially naked you wanted to see your partner the same way and quickly took off his tuxedo.

Not letting you open his buttons for him, the man pushed you onto the bed, slamming his body against yours on the mattress. Throwing the bottle of champagne next to you.

His lips on your breast, he ripped off his own shirt before putting it aside and taking off his pants. You were now in the same state of undressing and all you wanted was him.

Seeing you left on your panties for him the man could not believe the sight and without wasting one more minute took his bower off. As you were laying there, ready for him, you could not help but foam at the mouth.

The man was big, precum leaving his member, veins adorning it. You wondered if you could take all of him. Before you could think too deeply about it, the man took your gloved hand to rest it on his dick. You started stroking it, to keep him in the mood, even though you knew he did not need it.

One more time proving his strength, ripping the panties of your body. Leaving you completely naked for him.

For a minute he took off your hand from him, palming himself at the sight of you, your open legs and your dripping cunt.

"Fuck you are gonna be so good for me" he moaned. Feverishly he slammed his body on yours, going back to kissing your lips. You could feel his precum on your stomach.

The man was searching frantically for condoms in the bedside tables, to no avail. You felt more relentless and told him "Do it raw. I can't stand it anymore. I need you now"

Those words immediately made the man stop in his pursuit and looked at you for a few seconds before going back to kissing you.

Quickly you felt his hands going down your body, to finally go to his dick. Without wasting one more second, he aligned himself with your wet entrance and inserted himself.

"Angh" a moan left your lips, making your mouth go wide open. He was so big in you, and you felt so wet for him.

Without wasting one more second, the masked man started driving into you, quickly, not even giving you a minute to adjust on him. You could feel his veins on your walls and his tip reaching the cervix.

Everything felt so good, so warm, moans couldn't stop leaving your lips, making a mess out of you. To pace himself better the man installed his hands on your hips. And as he thumped inside of you, your moans kept getting louder.

You had never felt so good.

In a matter of minutes, the two of you reached your climax as he came in you and got off your body. As he rested next to you, you realised you wanted more. You could take more.

He had fucked you, driving your walls crazy but the wetness between your thighs was still there.

This time you climbed up on him as he questioned you with his eyes. Your hands were still gloved, and you took them off seductively in front of him.

"I want you to feel good" you simply stated.

Understanding where you wanted this to go the man sat up on the bed, and as you climbed down and went on the floor you adjusted yourself in front of his dick.

As you presumed he was still hard, even though he came only a few minutes ago.

Slowly, you took his balls in one of your hands and started stroking his dick with the other, assuring a maintained eye contact. The man left a moan out of his lips. You then picked up the pace, as his dick got stronger and more elevated.

Feeling satisfied with the way it looked. His member left your hand as you started leaving a long stroke with your tongue on his dick, always maintaining eye contact. And before he could realise more. You started kissing his shaft, slowly, teasingly.

You then started going up and down on his dick, engulfing the entirety of his length. The man was now a moaning mess, and as he got more relentless, he took your hands and installed them on his abs you started to stroke.

The man was overwhelmed, hot and as he could not take it anymore, he ripped the mask off his face. You stole a glance at him, and he was the more gorgeous man you had ever seen.

You could feel that he was getting closer to his orgasm as you picked the pace. Understanding that he was going to cum, he took your hair in his hand forcing you to stay in place before cuming in your mouth.

As you pulled out and looked at him, his cum all over your mouth and on your breast, the man could not believe the sight. "Fuck I want more of you" and as he said it, he grabbed you by your hips and installed you back to the bed.

Making your back rest against the high of the bed. Not being able to take it anymore he went back to your lips engulfing you in a kiss a hand behind your neck. Even though he could taste himself he could also taste you and the taste of champagne on your tongue.

Looking at the sides of the bed and then your gloves he got an idea. And as he took them, he draped them against your wrists locking them away and attaching them to the bed. You were now free for him to dispose, he could whatever he wanted to you.

Before he continued, he took a look at you; his cum on your lips and breast, his cum still going down your folds. You were too good for him and he needed to know, to see the face of this woman.

As he took off your mask, he discovered your face, the freckles, and your flushed cheeks. He murmured a fuck before going to kiss you again.

The man wanted to see you moan for him, make you feel everything the way you did for him.

Seeing the bottle of champagne, he took it he opened it and made you drink of if, before splashing the entirety of your body with it.

Feverishly he started licking your body, kissing every inch he could see. Every bit of skin, every fold. He wanted all of you on his lips, he wanted to taste you all of you.

And as he got progressively down, he went back to your warm folds that had taken him so well. With his hands he maintained your legs open for him as he started to go down on you.

First, he started to kiss those lips up and down, kissing your inner thigh, and then he put more attention to it.

He was determined to feel you good only with his tongue.

He started licking you as you felt his tongue on your folds, moans left your lips. He was making you feel way too good.

Slowly he started licking with more gusto, putting your folds between his lips.

As you got more wet for him, his nose against your skin, he started to push his tongue inside of you.

That made your body reach for the sky and with his hands he kept your body in place against the mattress. As he kept going in and out, leaving kisses on your body. Your tights tried to close on him, and he stopped you with his hand on your thigh, leaving a mark on them.

You were a whimpering mess, begging for more, begging to come…

And finally as your release came, the man stayed between your legs, taking all of your sweet juices.

As he got up, he licked his lips enjoying everything your body gave him.

As the two of you looked at each other after this third round a realisation hit the two of you : the night was still young, and you still had plenty of time.

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You’re trying your best to not laugh.

The situation? Yuma is sulking at you, so he’s sitting down in a corner, facing the wall – he acts just like a cat that you’ve just watched on TikTok earlier.

The reason? You dodged his kiss.

Well, you’re down with a fever, hence why. Even though you look physically healthy, given the fever is light, but you’re sneezing like a Victorian child who just caught a plague, and your throat is extremely sore – it feels like there are thorns growing in it. You can’t even gulp your saliva without going through excruciating pain. Your voice? It’s long gone – not even a squeak can come out of your lips right now.

Yuma has been nothing but a good boyfriend to you ever since he came over this morning – making porridge for you to eat since you only can swallow soft things, and remedies for you to drink so you can get better quickly. He even takes your temperature reading, brings you medicines for you to take every 4 hours – like a nurse on the clock.

And since you lost your voice, you’ve been communicating with him through messages, and using papers and pen – and every single time, Yuma never fails to reply or notice you. You’re grateful, of course, that your boyfriend is taking good care of you. And if you’re not sneezing away right now, you would’ve kissed him too.

You sneezed again, before you put on your mask and began writing down on a paper. You then approach Yuma, who’s now facing the glass sliding door that gives him the night view instead of the wall, before back hugging him.

“What?”

He said, with faux anger evident in his voice. You chuckled, and nudged the folded paper into his hand.

“What is this?”

He opens up the paper, and you lean over while turning your head to see his facial expression – he's putting on the sulking façade, still.

“Dear my cute, lovely, handsome, pretty boyfriend. Okay, that would be me,”

He reads your letter out loud while commenting on it, causing you to giggle.

“Thank you for taking care of me. You’re welcome. I didn’t mean to dodge your kiss. No, you mean it. You don’t love me anymore,”

You pouted while shaking your head, and tapped on the next sentence, asking him to continue.

“Fine. I love you. Oh, now you do?”

You frowned, and tapped on the paper again, a little bit aggressive this time.

“I would kiss you if I’m not sick. I would give you a thousand kisses because you deserve it so much after being such a good boyfriend to me. But I can’t kiss you yet. You might catch a cold from me, and I don’t want you to fall sick too. Let me be the only one who’s down with sickness. I’ll get sick on behalf of both of us. I’ll catch the cold for you so you won’t get it. Let me be the only person who suffers. You, however, should not. It hurts me to see you in pain, so let me be the only person who’s in one. Oh. What a lovely paragraph. Shakespeare is shaking in his grave, darling,”

You smiled widely at Yuma, causing him to chuckle and lightly pinch your cheek.

“I love you, and I will definitely give you many many kisses if I’m not sick. Please don’t sulk anymore, love, your girlfriend, Y/N,”

Yuma folded the paper back after he finished reading, and you slightly nudged him as he didn’t comment on the sulking part – Yuma then slowly turned to you, before he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap and his embrace.

“I’m not sulking anymore, darling,”

You giggled happily, before melting as Yuma dropped plenty of kisses on the crown of your hair. Warmth blooms in your chest when Yuma kisses your forehead – a long one too – it makes your heart go tender, and causes you to feel slightly overwhelmed with the amount of love he’s showering you.

“But, with one condition. A thousand kisses after you get better. Promise?”

He put up his pinky finger, wanting to seal the deal with you. You eagerly nod, before intertwining your pinky finger with his.

“No back out, okay? Or else I will sulk with you for… let’s see, until our next life, I think,”

You laughed at his words while nodding your head, and Yuma too, laughed as he pats your head.

“Come, let’s have dinner and take your meds. Then, shower. Then, sleep. You have to rest well in order to get better and well, in order for me to get a thousand kisses,”

You nod, and Yuma loosen up his grip on your waist – you were about to get up when he suddenly tightened it, causing you to fall into his arms.

“Oh, and I’ll be counting. With interest and everything…”

He stares right at where your lips are – despite it being covered with the face mask, he knows the place well. Your heartbeat rises as his smirk grows wider, and Yuma shifts his eyes to look into yours, making you feel more flustered.

“...you might want to stock up your lip balms, sweetheart,”

additional notes: thank you for reading till the end <3 oh and honorary mention @faevyy as they wanted to read yuma's fic :D

fuma: he doesn’t pull back; instead, he drives himself deeper, each thrust deliberate and heavy, cockhead brushing that sensitive spot inside you like he’s memorizing every shudder and twitch. one hand locks firmly on your waist, keeping you steady, while the other trails up your side, fingers trailing along your jaw and down your neck. his lips part, voice low and rough, a growl barely contained as he murmurs, “damn… you feel too good. can’t get enough of this.” his hips snap harder and faster, pounding into you with an urgency that matches the heat pooling in his eyes. the wet slickness coating both of you doesn’t slow him down. it only drives him wilder. fuma’s too lost in the moment, chasing the way your muscles squeeze and release around him, the way your breath hitches and your nails dig into his back. every desperate cry, every needy moan, it’s fuel for the fire burning in his chest. he’s relentless, refusing to let you come down from the edge, fucking you through every tremor and spasm until you’re a shaking, gasping mess in his arms. then he leans in close, lips brushing your ear as he rasps, “you’re mine. don’t forget that.” and with that, he buries himself even deeper, claiming you fully while your slickness coats him, marking you like the greedy, possessive man he is.

nicho: slick and wild, coating his cock deep inside you. he doesn’t even hesitate or pull out. instead, he grips your hips tight, the pads of his fingers pressing into your skin possessively as he starts moving slower at first, savoring every shudder and twitch your body gives him. his eyes darken, pupils blown wide with hunger and satisfaction, watching every inch of you tremble beneath him. his hips start snapping harder, powerful and relentless, pounding into you with a mix of patience and fierce urgency like he’s marking you as his own. every wet, desperate moan you let out feels like an invitation to go deeper, to push harder and nicholas never says no to that. his hands roam your curves possessively, sliding up your sides, cupping your breasts, and tracing the line of your jaw before locking back on your hips to hold you steady. he leans forward, lips brushing your neck and whispering low and rough, “you’re mine, soaked all over me like this. don’t forget who’s got you.” he grins darkly, thrusting deep and hard, chasing every pulse and twitch your muscles give him, driving you further and further past the edge. the slick heat between you makes every thrust slick and effortless, but nicholas’s grip is firm, his control absolute. he won’t stop until your legs shake and your breath’s ragged, leaving you trembling and completely wrecked beneath him, dripping with need and satisfaction.

euijoo: ej’s breath hitches hard when he feels your walls clamp around him, hot liquid flooding his cock deep inside. but instead of pulling out, he grips your waist like he’s never letting go, cock sinking deeper with every merciless thrust. his hands roam possessively down your body, fingers pressing into your hips and thighs as he holds you flush against him. his voice drops low, thick with raw need as he rasps, “fuck, you’re too good. can’t get enough of this.” his hips snap fast and hard, relentless, slamming into you like he’s marking you, claiming every inch. the slick heat between you makes every movement slick and wild, but ej’s grip is ironclad, his control fierce. he drags you closer with every thrust, biting into your shoulder as you shudder and cry out. he’s ruthless, chasing every pulse and twitch your body throws at him, driving you higher and higher without pause. you can feel the tension building in his chest, hear the low growls rumbling in his throat as he pushes you to the edge again and again. then he pulls back just enough to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, voice rough as he murmurs, “come on, baby. scream for me.” and with that, he buries himself deeper, fucking you through your orgasms until you’re trembling beneath him,.

yuma: yuma’s playful smirk fades the moment he feels your muscles clamp tightly around him, followed by the warm, wet gush that coats his cock deep inside you. he doesn’t pull out. instead, he yanks you flush against him, pressing chest to chest as his hips slam into yours with brutal force. his hands grip your hips possessively, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he starts grinding hard, slow at first, then faster, matching every shudder you throw his way. his thumb slides down, brushing your clit in rhythm with his pounding, teasing you mercilessly. “so messy already… and i’m nowhere near done, baby.” his voice is low, husky, dripping with need as he buries himself deeper inside you, chasing every pulse, every desperate gasp. you can feel the tension building between you, the heat in his eyes blazing as he tightens his grip, pulling you impossibly closer. he loves how you tremble beneath him, how your moans turn frantic and pleading with every thrust, and he makes sure to push you to the edge. again and again, without mercy. “don’t even think about stopping now.” he growls, fucking you through every quiver until you’re a shivering, soaked mess tangled up in his arms, completely his and dripping with need.

jojo: jo’s breath hitches the moment he feels you clamp down and flood him with warmth, slick and hot around his cock. but he doesn’t pull out. no, he holds you tight, hips snapping deep and hard inside you like he’s marking you as his own. his hands grip your waist possessively, fingers digging into your skin as he leans close, lips brushing your ear with a low, rough whisper, “fuck, you’re drowning me but i don’t give a damn.” he grits his teeth, thrusting relentlessly, each slam sending you closer to the edge. your moans and cries are like a fire to him, and he rides every pulse and tremor your body throws at him, refusing to let up. his hips move faster, more urgent, pounding into you with a fierce hunger, as if the world could end and he’d still be inside you, claiming you fully. his lips trail down your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he murmurs, “you’re mine.” he bites down gently before pushing you back against him, voice thick with need as he drives you through wave after wave of pleasure. your slickness coats him fully, but it only makes him grip you tighter, deeper, fucking you until you’re gasping and trembling beneath him. wrecked.

harua: harua’s breath catches deep the moment he feels your body clench around him and then flood him with warmth, slick and sticky coating his cock. he doesn’t pull out. no, instead he buries himself deeper, slow and steady, savoring every tremble and pulse your body gives him. his hands grip your waist firmly, holding you steady as he starts pumping in and out with measured, punishing thrusts. the low hum vibrating in his throat mixes with your moans, sending shivers down your spine. his eyes close briefly, savoring the way you shudder and cry out beneath him, completely lost to the pleasure he’s giving. “you’re so fucking perfect like this.” his voice is rough and thick with need as he leans down to kiss the nape of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. every movement is deliberate, possessive. his hips pressing harder into yours as he chases your spasms, riding you through every orgasm without pause. he loves the way your slick heat coats him, the way your muscles clamp around him desperately, and he doesn’t want it to end. with every thrust, he pulls you impossibly closer, claiming you like the only thing that matters. your breath comes fast, ragged, and harua keeps going. unyielding, dominant, worshipping every inch of you until you’re a trembling, soaked mess tangled up in his arms, utterly wrecked.

taki: taki’s breath catches when he feels your walls clamp around him, hot liquid flooding his cock deep inside.he grips your hips tight, holding you close like he never wants to let go. every thrust is deep and powerful, slamming into you with a fierce hunger that makes your head spin. his voice drops low and rough, dripping with need as he growls, “you’re too good to stop now.” his hands grip your hips like iron, lifting you slightly, pressing you down with every slam of his hips. the slick mess between you only fuels his fire, making every movement wetter and more urgent. his cock throbs inside you, pulsing with every desperate cry and quiver you give him. he’s relentless, chasing your orgasms like a predator hunting its prey, pushing you higher and higher without mercy. the way you tremble and gasp beneath him only makes him want to own you more fully, claim every inch of you with his relentless thrusts. then he leans in, lips brushing your ear as he rasps, “come on, baby. don’t stop now.” and with that, he buries himself deeper, fucking you through wave after wave of pleasure until you’re a soaked, shaking mess completely his.

maki: maki doesn’t slow down when he feels you squirt. in fact, he fucking loses it. your walls clench around him and soak his cock mid-thrust, and instead of pulling out, he grabs you by the throat and growls, “you think that means i’m done?” he shoves you flat on your stomach, pinning you down with one hand while the other fists in your hair. his pace goes brutal. no rhythm, no mercy, just raw, punishing thrusts that have you screaming into the sheets. the wet squelch of your release fills the room, but maki doesn’t care. he’s not stopping until you’re ruined. his voice drips with mockery, “made a fuckin’ mess, and now you’re gonna lie there and take it.” he presses in deeper, balls slapping against your soaked cunt as he fucks you through every twitch and tremble. you’re crying, legs shaking, body overstimulated. but maki doesn’t let up. if anything, he fucks you harder. you squirt again, and this time he laughs. not soft, but dark and cocky. “yeah, that’s it. cry on my dick. you’re not going anywhere till i say so.” and he means it. he’ll keep your legs open, body trembling, until he’s sure you can’t even remember how it felt to not have him inside you.

yudai: you’re already wet before he even touches you. thighs trembling, nipples tight, soaked through your panties with nothing but the scent of him making your body ache. you don’t even try to hide it anymore. it’s ovulation week and your hormones are screaming; you need him. not just one orgasm. not just one round. you need him emptied. drained. wrecked beneath you. k: “get on, baby. you wanna ride? then show me how bad you need it.” you don’t hesitate. you're on his lap in seconds, grabbing his thick cock and guiding it into you with a needy moan that melts into a gasp when you feel the stretch. he groans the second you sink down. k: “fuck- tight. so warm. is this what you’ve been craving all week?” he holds your hips down, making you grind slow and deep until you feel his cock kiss your cervix. you whimper, already clenching around him like your body knows. like it’s begging to be filled. his hands trail up to your tits, thumbs circling your nipples, head tilting as he watches your eyes flutter. k: “you wanna make me shoot blanks, huh?” you nod, babbling some incoherent yes that makes him smirk. he lets go of your waist and leans back, arms behind his head, abs tightening as he stares up at you. k: “then do it. ride me like you want every last drop.” you ride him with a desperation you’ve never felt before. bouncing so fast your thighs burn, the slap of skin echoing in the room. he’s groaning now, deep and sharp, sweat dripping down his chest, jaw clenched as he watches your tits bounce in rhythm with your moans. k: “fuck, you feel so good- gonna cum. you want it?” you: “inside, kei- inside, please, i need it-” he cums with a growl, hips jerking up as his cock pulses inside you. you can feel it flood you. thick, hot, everything your body was begging for. but you don’t stop. his breath catches when you keep moving. slower now, but insistent, needy. k: “you’re not done?” you: “not even close.” round two hits harder. his moans get louder. he starts begging under his breath, gripping your ass as you milk him dry, again and again. by the third time, his voice is wrecked. k: “i’m- fuck- i can’t-” you: “yes you can. give me more. give me everything.” his cock twitches inside you, overstimulated and raw, but he doesn’t push you off. not even when his cum starts leaking down your thighs. not even when his eyes roll back. not even when he cums the fourth time with a sob in your neck. you ride him until he’s limp, flushed, panting. his hands trembling as they clutch your hips, begging for mercy. k: “…you’re insane.” you: “and you love it.” he kisses your collarbone with a breathless chuckle and whispers, “i’d let you ruin me like this every fucking night.”

fuma: you’re already straddling his lap by the time he closes the bedroom door. his shirt’s half off, your panties already soaked through, and your pupils are blown wide with the kind of heat only ovulation week brings. you’re restless. needy. desperate in a way you can’t hide. and fuma? he knows. f: “baby… you’re shaking.” his voice is warm and low, hands trailing from your thighs to your hips, slow like he’s savoring you. his thumbs press into your flesh possessively. he likes you like this. worked up, flushed, grinding on him without rhythm. you tug your panties aside and reach for him, whining when you feel how thick and heavy he already is. you: “need it. wanna ride you, wanna feel you cum in me. please-” he growls at that. it’s not even his usual pace. normally he teases, takes his time. but not when you’re like this. not when your voice cracks from wanting him so bad. he guides you down onto his cock, slowly, letting you feel every thick inch as your body stretches to take him. your walls clench, desperate and greedy. f: “you feel that? that’s how full i’m gonna keep you tonight.” you moan and grind down, your pace messy at first. fast, too fast, like you’re trying to chase an orgasm before it even starts. but fuma stops you. he tightens his grip and makes you slow down, forces your hips to move in tight circles over his cock instead of bouncing. f: “no baby, not like that. you wanna drain me? then work for it. grind. feel every fucking inch.” it’s torture. the slow pace makes your clit throb with need. you clench around him harder every time you circle down and his cock presses into your cervix. he doesn’t moan at first. he watches. watches your tits bounce lazily. watches your eyes roll back. watches how you get needier the longer he holds you there. f: “you’re dripping down my balls, you know that?” you gasp. your thighs tremble. your orgasm builds slow and brutal from the friction alone and when you cum, it’s a silent scream. your whole body twitching as you cling to him. he kisses your neck as you come down, cock still twitching inside you. f: “that’s one. how many you want?” you: “all of them. until you can’t cum anymore.” he twitches at that. moans, finally, when you start moving again. the second time, he grabs your waist and thrusts up to meet you, fucking into you from below. when he cums, he bites your shoulder, hard. thick spurts fill you, and still, you don’t stop. f: “you- fuck- you’re not done?” you: “you said i could take it all.” he chuckles, breathless, already hardening again. f: “…god, i love ovulation week.”

nicho: you’re already on top of him, tongue in his mouth and fingers curling into his hair before he can finish asking “you okay?” your body’s flushed, trembling with heat, and your hips are already rolling against his clothed cock like you’ll die if he makes you wait. nicho grins against your lips, confident, teasing. completely unaware of how unhinged ovulation week makes you. n: “needy already? damn, baby, you really want this dick that bad?” you nod fast, messy, too far gone to pretend otherwise. you’re soaking through your panties and tugging at his sweats, whining when you feel how hard he is already. you get him out with shaking fingers, mount him in one slick, desperate motion. and his cocky little smirk drops the second you start riding him like you’ve got one goal and one goal only: drain him dry. n: “whoa- wait, fuck- slow down-” but you don’t. your hips are slamming down, thighs trembling with each bounce. your fingers dig into his chest for leverage. it’s not just sex anymore, it’s biological. primal. like your body knows he’s fertile and big and full of cum and your cunt refuses to stop until it gets every drop. n: “baby- shit- why are you so- tight, fuck- i can’t-” his head tips back. his hands grip your hips but he doesn’t stop you. not when you’re clenching like that. not when you whimper his name like it’s the only word you know. the first time he cums, it’s with a rough, “fuck, take it, take it, take all my fuckin’ cum-” and his cock twitches wildly inside you, thick jets painting your insides. you cum with him. of course you do. but your hips don’t stop moving. n: “…you’re still going?” you nod. whimpering. rocking back and forth, drunk on him. you: “wanna make you shoot blanks.” n: “…fuck.” his arms go slack. his eyes glaze. he starts moaning louder, needier. the second time he cums, he’s twitching, lips parted, whimpering your name like a prayer. by the third time, he’s begging. n: “i can’t- please, i’m so fuckin’ sensitive- fuck-” you hush him. kiss his jaw. keep going. you don’t stop until he’s gasping into your neck, hips twitching weakly, cock softening inside you, a mess of cum leaking down your thighs and pooling on his abs. n: “…you’re evil.” you: “you’re full of cum.” he laughs, breathless and wrecked. n: “and apparently, not full enough.”

euijoo: he’d just come out of the shower when you straddle him. damp hair sticking to his neck, towel hanging low on his hips, water still dripping down his collarbones. and he doesn’t even get a second to process before you’re kissing him, breathless and already grinding on the bulge under that towel like you’ve been waiting all day. like your body’s begging for him. ej stills you with strong hands, eyes narrowing just a little. e: “what’s got you like this, baby?” you can’t even answer. not when your cunt’s aching and he smells so clean and his abs are still slick with water. you just whimper, press your forehead to his shoulder, and grind down harder, dragging your soaked panties over his cock. you: “ovulation…” he tenses. his jaw clenches. e: “…fuck.” he doesn’t even let you take his towel off yourself. he yanks it away, flips you onto your back for a second just to slide his cock inside, then pulls you right back up to sit on him. it’s slow. so deep. you cry out the second your hips sink down and he’s already bottoming out, thick and warm and so full you swear you could feel him in your belly. e: “you needed this bad, huh?” you: “need your cum, ej. please.” his cock twitches. his big hands find your waist and he starts guiding you. slow and tight circles, grinding you down until your clit catches on his pelvis, until you’re gasping for air and your thighs are shaking from the effort. e: “you’re gonna take it all then. every drop. not stopping ‘til i’m empty.” he doesn't talk much. but when he does, it’s deep, filthy, right in your ear. he praises you low under his breath, calls you “pretty thing” and “good girl” and groans every time you clench around him like your pussy’s trying to milk him dry. he cums the first time when you beg. you: “want you to fill me up. want you to breed me.” e: “…fuck- yes. take it. take all of it-” his hips stutter and he spills into you hard, both arms locked around your waist like he’s anchoring himself inside you. but you don’t stop. you whine, kiss his cheek, start moving again and his eyes flutter open, dazed and red. e: “…you’re gonna keep riding me?” you: “‘til you shoot blanks.” he grins. leans back, lets you use him. e: “then i’m not goin’ anywhere, baby. you better ride me ‘til i pass out.” and you do.

yuma: he hadn’t expected it. not like this. you’d climbed into his lap during movie night, whimpering against his neck, your thin sleep shorts damp and sticking to his thigh. he’d barely blinked before you were kissing him, grinding, breathing hard. his cheeks flushed pink the second your fingers pulled at his waistband. y: “w-wait- wait, what’s going on?” you just moaned and rolled your hips down harder, needing friction so bad it hurt. your cunt ached, empty and slick, your whole body hot from the inside out. your brain was hazy. all you could feel was need. raw, primal, heat-born need. he tried to gently push your hips back, eyes wide. y: “baby, you okay? what’s gotten into you?” you: “ovulation. need your cum. need it now.” his jaw dropped. his dick twitched so hard beneath you it made you both gasp. you didn’t even take his clothes off. you tugged, hiked your shorts to the side, pulled his sweats down just enough to free his cock, and sank down on him in one wet, greedy motion. y: “…fuck-” he clutched at you instinctively, hands gripping your thighs like he was afraid he’d fall through the bed. his eyes fluttered. his breath caught. and once you started riding him. sloppy, fast, desperate. he couldn’t even speak. y: “you’re s-so wet- so tight- oh my god-” he tried so hard to keep up. his hips lifted to meet you but he couldn’t match your pace. not when you were using him, chasing orgasm after orgasm with trembling thighs and dizzy moans, grinding down hard like he was nothing more than a cock to stuff you full. y: “you’re gonna m-make me cum- i can’t- i’m gonna-” you: “do it. cum in me. give me all of it.” he did. hard. with a cry muffled against your chest and his body convulsing beneath you. he whimpered when you kept going. his cock twitched, spurting weakly. and still, you didn’t stop. y: “wait- n-no more- i just came- i-” you: “again. you can do it again.” his arms gave out. his voice broke into tiny, helpless gasps. he watched you ride him with glassy eyes and kiss-bitten lips, practically vibrating with overstimulation and thick with cum. y: “…you’re gonna kill me.” you: “not until you’re dry, baby.” he nodded, dazed. obedient. yours.

jojo: he hadn’t expected this at all. not tonight. movie night was supposed to be chill, maybe some popcorn, your favorite romcom playing quietly in the background, but you weren’t having any of that. you climbed into jojo’s lap without a word, hips already pressing hard against his thigh through your thin shorts, soaked and sticky from your own heat. the way your breath hitched against his neck made his cock twitch sharply beneath his sweats. j: "baby, what the hell’s gotten into you? you’re on fire." you just moaned, fingers digging at his waistband like you were desperate for release. your shorts slipped up your thighs, barely covering your slick pussy that ached so badly from ovulation it felt like it was burning from the inside out. your voice was a breathy whisper, thick with desperate need. you: "ovulation.." jojo’s jaw dropped, his cock instantly springing free, thick and hard, pressing urgent against your soaked cunt. you wasted no time, tugging his sweats down just enough and sliding your wet heat down on his length in one greedy motion. you: "fuck- " his hands gripped your hips with a fierce desperation, as if holding you there was the only thing keeping him sane. his breath caught as you started bouncing fast and sloppy, trembling thighs trying to chase the maddening friction burning between you. every nerve ending was alive, every muscle pulsing with that sharp ache only ovulation brought. he groaned, trying to keep pace, but you were riding him like a wild animal starved for more. your nails dug into his shoulders as you rolled your hips harder, desperate to drag every inch of pleasure from him. j: "gonna make me cum-please, can’t hold it-" you: "do it. fill me up. all of it." he lost it, a guttural cry ripping from his throat as his cock pulsed deep inside you, flooding your slick walls with hot release. but you didn’t stop. didn’t slow down. your walls fluttered around him, pulling every last drop from his twitching cock. the bed creaked under the mess of your sweat and his cum, your bodies tangled and soaked. you: "again." jojo’s arms shook beneath you, voice breaking into helpless gasps as his body convulsed with overstimulation. his eyes glazed over, utterly yours, as you kept bouncing, riding, claiming every inch of him until he was utterly drained, skin flushed and trembling.

harua: harua’s usual cocky smirk fell away when you grabbed his shirt, pulling him up as you straddled him, body trembling, slick with sweat and need. your hips moved in desperate, wild circles, nails scraping down his back as your slick pussy clenched around his cock like a vice. h: "fuck, babe, you’re gonna kill me. keep going." your voice was ragged, dripping with need. the ache in your core was nearly unbearable, raw and urgent from your ovulation-fueled hunger. you: "need you to fill me up..." he groaned low in his throat, hips slamming up to meet your frantic pace. no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t keep up with your erratic rhythm. your thighs shaking as you chased the orgasm clawing at your insides. the sound of skin slapping against skin, your moans, and his heavy breathing filled the room. h: "don’t stop-can’t stop-" his body tensed, muscles tight, cock pulsing violently inside you as thick ropes of cum spilled hot and heavy. but you weren’t done. you kept riding, moaning around him, wet and greedy, hungry for more. you: "again. i’m not done." his hands dug into your hips like he was holding onto the last threads of control, shuddering beneath you as his release came in weaker, desperate spurts. his voice cracked with breathless gasps as he finally gave in, wrecked and broken by your relentless hunger.

taki: he’d been calm all evening, lounging beside you, but that simmering tension between you two flipped like a switch the second you straddled him. your hips were slick and shiny with sweat, thighs trembling from the ache ovulation brought, and the way you rolled your hips over his hard cock like a queen who owned him made his breath hitch. the fire in your eyes matched the heat pooling low in your belly, a desperate hunger he hadn’t seen before. t: "damn, babe, slow down- shit." you laughed breathlessly, grinding down harder, nails digging into his chest like you were marking him. your voice was shaky but soaked with lust, dripping need. you: "don’t wanna stop. need you, taki. all of you." he groaned, hips jerking up to meet yours, slow at first, deep and steady, but when you quickened the pace, desperate and wild, his grip on your waist tightened, breath hitching with every slap of skin. your slick walls clenched him tighter than he’d ever felt, dragging sharp, delicious spasms through his core. your body was a furnace, every nerve ending alive with raw ache and want, and you chased release like it was oxygen. taki: "gonna come- please, take me-" his voice cracked, raw and low as he spilled inside you, thick and hot, hands clutching your waist like he was afraid to let go. the sounds of your bodies colliding filled the room, wet, messy, desperate. but even as his cock twitched and pulsed inside you, your trembling thighs kept grinding, riding him like you were starving for every last drop of pleasure. you: "one more time. i’m not done." his eyes glazed over with need, voice broken as he nodded dumbly, sliding back inside you for one last frantic, sloppy fuck. deep, fast, utterly reckless. you wrapped your arms around his neck, gasping as he fucked you through waves of orgasm, slick heat pooling beneath you as your bodies tangled and collapsed together, breathless and wrecked.

maki: maki wasn’t usually the loudest when it came to getting fucked, but tonight? tonight, you had him howling. you climbed on top with slick thighs, your cunt burning and swollen from ovulation, desperate for every inch of him. your nails dug into his chest, your breath ragged as you started moving, slow at first, grinding down on his thick cock like you were trying to mark him as yours. m: "fuck, baby, you’re already wrecking me just by looking like that." you smirked, tightening your walls around him, the heat pulsing between your bodies like electricity. the wet sounds of your slick skin meeting his flesh filled the room as you started picking up the pace, hips rolling harder, faster, desperate for friction that almost hurt. you: "need your cum deep inside me." his hands slid up your sides, squeezing tight as his hips jerked up to meet yours, pounding into you with raw, feral intensity. every thrust hit deep, hitting all the right spots inside you, making you gasp and moan uncontrollably. m: "shit, baby, you’re driving me insane." you bit your lip, grinding faster, your breath hitching as you chased your orgasm, walls fluttering around his thick cock like they belonged to a queen demanding her throne. you: "gonna come- make me yours.." maki’s voice dropped low and rough, dripping with desperation and need. m: "fuck, you’re so fucking tight, so perfect- i’m gonna lose it." he came hard, groaning your name as his cock pulsed deep inside you, flooding your dripping heat with his hot, sticky release. but you didn’t stop. didn’t even slow down. you: "give me everything." his eyes fluttered, body trembling as he slid back inside you, pounding harder and faster, chasing that second, third release until he was shaking, utterly spent and panting beneath your weight. your slick walls clenched him, sucking every last drop like you were born to claim him. the bed creaked under the mess of your sweat and his cum, your bodies tangled and dripping with the proof of your wild night. when it was finally over, you both collapsed, breathless, skin flushed and sticky, the delicious ache of overstimulation making your limbs tremble. maki’s voice was a low groan as he pulled you close, his hands still roaming your slick skin. m: "you’re insane, babe. wrecked me good." you smiled, already craving more.

yudai: his hips falter instantly. one second he’s deep, fucking you rough with your legs over his shoulders, and the next he’s frozen, chest heaving as your voice echoes. you: “i love you…” his voice is raw, almost broken. k: “…say it again.” he doesn’t stop, just starts thrusting slower, deeper, his hand threading into your hair to hold your gaze. k: “say it again while i’m inside you.” it hits him like a freight train. the realization, the ache, the way he already knew. he presses his forehead to yours, whispering it back as you both fall apart.

fuma: he swallows it. keeps thrusting, keeps groaning, keeps his rhythm perfect. but inside, he’s unraveling. you: “i love you, fuma-” his breath hitches, hands trembling as he grips your waist. he doesn’t say it back, not yet. but he doesn’t stop touching you like you’re precious, either. after you both finish, he pulls you into his chest, kisses your forehead softly, and whispers, f: “you don’t have to take it back. not ever.” and maybe that’s his way of saying it too.

nicho: goes still. eyes wide, pupils blown, his cock buried deep and unmoving inside you as he processes. you: “i love you.” he leans down. n: “…fuck.” kissing you breathless, needy, wet, like he’s been holding it back. starts moving again with new urgency, like he needs to prove something. n: “you love me? yeah? say it while i fuck you.” he wants to hear it again and again. until it’s carved into your body, until your moans echo with it, until he’s not scared of how much he feels too.

euijoo: exhales like you just ripped open his chest. slows down immediately, cradling your face in both hands as your eyes flutter. you: “i love you.” he’s not angry. ej: “…don’t say that unless you mean it.” he’s scared. scared because he means it too. you nod, breathless, and he smiles. soft and pained. kisses you like a promise. ej: “then i’m not letting you go.” he starts moving again. but this time, he makes love to you, like there’s no line between you anymore.

yuma: blushes hard. stills his hips, his lips on your collarbone. you: “i love you…” his whole body shuddering as the words sink in. y: “…w-wait- really?” his voice is tiny. hopeful. and when you nod, he just fucking melts. buries his face in your neck and groans, starts rocking into you again with so much more care. y: “i love you too… i didn’t think you felt it too.” and that night turns into the softest, messiest sex you’ve ever had.

jojo: laughs. not cruel, just shocked. grins down at you, breathless and wild. you: “i love you, jojo-” lips wet and cock buried to the hilt. j: “you’re saying that now?” but then he leans down and kisses you like it’s the only thing that matters. his thrusts slow, deep, intentional. he fucks you like he wants to say it back without words. j: “been waiting for you to say that, baby.” and later, he says it out loud. right in your ear. right before you cum again.

harua: gasps. his hips stutter, his hands tighten on your thighs. you: “i love you…” he goes still for a beat too long. hr: “you… do?” he’s shocked. touched. maybe even scared. but he doesn’t pull away. he holds you tighter, kisses your jaw, starts fucking you again like he’s trembling inside. hr: “i think i love you too.” and the way he says it? like a secret. like it was always buried under every breathless moan he gave you.

taki: freezes. full-on deer-in-headlights moment. his cock still throbbing inside you. you: “i love you, taki.” his hands gripping your hips. t: “…wait, are you serious?” he needs confirmation. because he’s been in love with you for weeks. once he sees it in your eyes, he exhales a laugh and kisses you hard. t: “fuck. i love you too. i was so scared to say it first.” he fucks you slow after that, like your body is the answer to every question.

maki: loses his mind. not outwardly. just the look in his eyes, how he stares down at you like you just handed him the whole world. you: “i love you.” he stops, kisses your lips, your cheeks, your forehead. mk: “i love you more. i’ve been trying not to say it.” and then he starts moving again. slow, deep, holding your hand the entire time. he makes you cum while whispering it over and over like a vow.

“What are you doing?”

Kei’s sudden question startled you, causing you to drop the coat that you were about to wear. He’s looking at you with a very disbelieved look – eyebrows furrowed, wrinkles on his forehead, both hands resting on his hips and lips slightly parting, as if he’s about to start to nag at you any second now.

“Um…”

“Go to bed, woman.”

“But,”

“Go to bed before I forcefully drag you there.”

You press your lips into a thin line before you slowly nod, unable to fight his authoritative voice and demands. Well, you’re sick – were, sick. You’ve been feeling a bit unwell since Monday, but given that this week is a performance review and also internal audit week, you decided to just push it through. 

Kei noticed that you’re a bit sluggish on Tuesday morning, and asked if you were fine. You told him you were just tired, not wanting to worry him. Plus, you still feel like you are going to be okay.

Wednesday, your colleagues begin noticing that something is wrong with you. You’re still in denial, and blame it on lack of coffee so you’re unable to function properly.

When Thursday comes, your voice cracks a suspicious amount of time, and your colleagues tell you that you look like a walking dead. Your Head of Department, after noticing your well-being, instantly shooed you home – you refused, but he insisted, so you head home and sleep. When Kei came home and found you asleep, he felt something weird, so he checked your temperature and found that you’re having a fever.

He woke you up, fed you a few spoonfuls of porridge, handed you a few pills to take before letting you drift into a deep sleep, taking a proper rest.

When you woke up this morning, you felt a lot better. Seeing the empty space next to you, you thought Kei had left, so you showered and got ready to go to work.

Only to find he didn’t leave.

“You were just having a fever yesterday, and you’re already off to work today?”

Kei questions as he follows you closely behind, not wanting to let you off his sight. He can’t believe he’s only been away for an hour – cooking up porridge and making remedies in the kitchen, and yet you’re already done dressing up, ready to go to work.

“I felt a lot better,”

You replied with a pout prominent on your lips, and sat down on the edge of the bed. The bed dips as Kei sits down next to you, his eyes glued on you.

“You felt a lot better but you’re not fully recovered yet. Go to sleep,”

“But,”

“No but. I’ll wake you up once the porridge is done,”

“Okay…”

You weakly reply, pout not fading away from your lips. Kei sighed, and fluffed up your pillow.

“You’re sick, my love. As much as you want to be a career driven independent woman, I can’t let you go to the office when I know that you’re not fully recovered yet. Please, rest. Don’t work yourself to the bone, take a rest when you need to. Please,”

Kei softly said to you, before lightly pushing you to lie down, and pulled up the blanket. He tucked you in, and turned up the AC so you’ll be cozy under the blanket. 

“Okay…”

You reply, and Kei gives you a small smile before kissing your forehead.

“Sleep, okay?”

You nod before closing your eyes. You can hear the sound of footsteps as they move away, before falling into a deep sleep. You’re not sure for how long you’ve been asleep – you woke up when Kei gently nudged you awake.

“Let’s eat,”

Kei smiled softly at you and helped you to sit down on the bed, before he brought over a small table – there’s a bowl of porridge, a glass of yuzu tea, a glass of plain water and a few pills of medicine on it.

“Thank you, love,”

“You’re welcome. Anything for you, sweetheart,”

Kei said, then began stirring the porridge, and took a spoonful of it. He blows on it to cool it down first, before feeding you. 

“Did you take a day off today?”

You ask after swallowing the porridge, and Kei nods.

“Only God knows what you will do if I don’t take a day off,”’

He adds while side-eyeing you, causing you to giggle. He continues feeding you, and would also give you yuzu tea to drink in between. After you finish both the porridge and yuzu tea, Kei hands you a few pills of medicine before giving you a glass of plain water.

“Thank you,”

“You’re welcome. Sleep, okay?”

“Don’t wanna,”

You know that sleeping is crucial to recover, but you want to be awake – maybe just lie down on the bed, and watch movies together with Kei. Kei looked surprised with your response, but instead of nagging at you, he smiled.

“Okay. What do you want to do, princess?”

“Watch movies!”

“Okay, we’re going to watch movies then. I’ll be back,”

You eagerly nod, excited to watch movies with Kei – it’s been a while since both of you watched something together. When Kei returns, he pulls down the blackout curtain and turns on the bedside lamp before turning on the TV.

“Should we watch the latest movies or…”

Kei asks as he makes himself comfortable on the bed, while pressing the buttons on the remote.

“Ummm, I think I want to watch One Piece,”

You said as you remembered seeing Tiktoks about the newly released One Piece live action, and Kei stared at you with a dissatisfied look all over his face.

“Yeah no. I’m not letting you drool over Zoro when you have a boyfriend next to you. Pick another one,”

He said while pulling you closer, as if Zoro will come out of the screen and steal you away from him.

“Why not… he looks so cool…”

“Pick another.”

You giggled at Kei’s words, before settling down with your favourite Studio Ghibli movie, Spirited Away. The familiar dialogues and the soothing soundtracks make you yawn – Kei smiles as he notices and  pats your back, lulling you further to sleep.

“Thank you for taking a good care of me,”

You said while snuggling closer to Kei, resting your head on his chest. 

“It’s nothing, my love.”

“It’s everything. You made porridge, you took a day off, you fed me…Thank you. I love you,”

Kei presses his lips on your forehead, before moving to kiss your nose and finally, your lips.

“I love you more. I nag at you because I love you,”

Kei softly said while caressing your cheek, and gently tucks your hair away from your face.

“I know,”

“Have a good sleep, sweetheart. Dreams of me,”

“I want to dream of Zoro,”

“Even when you’re dozing off, your priority is ragebaiting me, huh?”

You giggled before lifting your head up, and pressed your lips against Kei’s.

“I love you,”

You sweetly said, and Kei looks at you with a lovestruck expression all over his face. 

“I love you more,”

He whispers and drops a few more kisses on your forehead, causing you to giggle before finally drifting to sleep, in the arms of your loving (jealous of Zoro) boyfriend.

additional notes: I've been into Zoro lately (Mackenyu Arata... what a man you are) so I have to sneak him into the fic somehow... anyway thank you for reading till the end <3

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