🤍hyuka🤍

He'd always been told that caring about things, about people was supposed to be beneath him. That it's not what Malfoys do. That sort of thing belongs to the muggle born and the weak.

But what's taught is not instinct. Instinct cannot be controlled. It comes from within.

It's strange how caring for someone made him feel akin to a predator staying true to it's instincts.

He didn't even know you properly. You kept to yourself mostly and when you didn't you'd be with Potter, Granger and Weasel.

All the more reason for him to hate you. To not care.

And yet when he'd stumbled upon his own people picking on you, he'd halted. He'd felt something. It wasn't uncommon for pure bloods to pick on people like you. And yet it lit a gnarly fury in him and he'd struck one of his own.

Something his father had practically bit his ears off with rambles of “disgraceful behavior,” “betrayal to house unity,” “violence is common and beneath them” and how “Malfoy's don't get their hands dirty without a true purpose.”

But still not a single part of him regretted it.

Because you'd looked at him. Not with disgust, not with fury, not with annoyance.

With gratefulness. With admiration. And that alone was worth any scolding from his father.

You went to find him later, outside the Slytherin common room at night while he was walking around. Risky business. You hated being around his house. So the fact that you were here meant something.

You waited for him to come back from his walk and sure enough he appeared as though the shadows spat him right out to you.

He'd stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you. Confused, his guard goes straight up. He couldn't help it, it was a defense mechanism.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, interrogating. You'd have missed the soft undertone if you weren't staring in his eyes.

Eyes don't lie.

Your heart beat is unmistakably fast and, your stomach flutters. You genuinely don't know how to talk to him but you try anyway.

“I wanted to... thank you. For earlier. You didn't have to do that. I–” you paused, choosing your next words careful, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. “I know it must've gotten you in trouble with– with your–” you pause again when you see his breath hitch slightly.

Again, you would've missed it if you weren't standing so close.

“Father.” he finished it for you. “You need not concern yourself with that. It's an usual thing for me.” he says, tone sharp and defensive but not unkind.

He cleared his throat, “Besides, they were being idiots.” he offered, now more gently.

You were not an idiot. Nor were you oblivious. You knew Draco Malfoy didn't really care about bullying or morality. Not much anyway. He knew he did that because he wanted to. Because he cared. For you.

Only thing that seemed to baffle you and throw you off was the why.

Why did this pure-blood boy who cared for no one, care for you? You did not know. And it seemed, neither did he.

But that marked the beginning of something tender. Something special.

From many unprompted meetings in the library where y'all talked, or rather you talked while he listened or offered remarks and sarcasm; to secret, planned meetings and rendezvous in your respective common rooms or the room of requirement when y'all really craved that quiet, soft intimate time.

It would transform into something you both considered a safe space. To talk, to share.

The first kiss happened three weeks later, in the very room of requirement when it appeared as a small, firelit room with one bed. You’d both been hiding after curfew; the door sealed behind you and suddenly it was just the two of you, breathing the same air.

Both of you just knew what was coming. Instinct. And he'd looked... troubled. Nervous, even.

He'd spoken your name with such tenderness, warmth flooded you like summer.

“I'm not good at being gentle.” he'd admitted, letting you in on his thoughts.

You offered him a small smile, “It's okay. I can help you learn.” you soothed.

His hand found it's way to your face, thumb grazing your jaw before he pulled you in.

Your mouths met in unison and he kissed you like he was scared you'd vanish. Like you were made of glass. You discovered you didn't want him to be too gentle so you took the initiative to deepen the kiss. As best as you could.

He licked the inside of your mouth and let out a soft moan, surprising himself.

It did something to you.

Again, you were not oblivious. You knew where this was leading. And as much as it made you feel nervous, you craved it.

You craved it when his hand gently wandered over your back, fingers grazing the clasp of your bra.

You pulled away from the kiss to lean your forehead against his. Catching your breath, you whispered, “Draco.. I- I’ve never...” you confessed.

He halted his hand, and brought it back to your face to caress you, “Never?” he repeated softly.

You shook your head.

He swallowed and nodded, “Do you want to?” he asked

“Yes.” you answered instantly and he let out a low chuckle at your eagerness. Your cheeks warmed at the realisation.

His mouth found yours again before either of you spoke. The kiss was deeper now, hungrier, but still careful. And you grew bolder by the second as you tugged on his tie. He let you pull it free and then unbutton his shirt.

You pulled away from the kiss once again; this time to stare at his pale, smooth beautiful skin. Your fingertips followed a trail down from his chest, to his abs, to his stomach. You halted right above his belt buckle. Eyes immediately finding his in hesitance, and what you saw sent a shiver down your spine.

Draco was already looking at you like he was starving. Leaning back on both of his hands, fingers digging into the soft mattress as if he had to physically restrain himself from grabbing you and touching you.

“Do it.” he whispered.

But, instead of unbuckling him you retreat your hand to your own shirt. His breath hitches in anticipation. Biting your lip, not breaking eye contact once as you move down the buttons of your blouse until you bare your breasts to him. Soft, clad in a black cotton bra.

“Fuck– beautiful.” he whispers.

You leave the shirt still on for him to take off and he reaches forward to slip it off your shoulders with trembling fingers.

“Lie back.”

You did. Your warm spine hit the cool sheets with a soft thud. He kissed down your throat to your chest in slow open mouthed presses that made you dizzy.

When he finally reached your bra, he looked up at you and asked. “May I?”

You took a deep, fortifying breath before nodding and arching your back enough so he could reach behind and unclasp. The bra loosened and he slipped it off with a gasp.

“You– you don't need to ask. Do whatever you want to me.” you say and you can't see it, nor can you feel it but you just know Instinctually that he twitches in his pants when, “Fuck.” he groans.

“Don't say it like that.” he warns, although it's not much of a warning. More like pleading. “You don't know what it does to me.” he says.

“What does it do to you, Draco?” you quip, breathless.

And he grabs your hips gently and finally presses himself into you to show you. Clothed core to clothed core.

But you can feel him. Hard, wanting and pleading against you. You gasp, harsh, surprised. “Ohmygod.” you whisper, fingers digging into his half- bare, half-clothed shoulder.

His mouth curves into a smirk which is vanished as quickly as it comes on when you experimentally grind your hips into his to feel more of him and he groans. Faltering, and dropping down to his elbows, placed at each side of your head, forehead falling to yours.

You moan into his neck with how good the brush of his cock felt against you.

“Draco, please.” you finally beg, no longer able to hold back.

He knows exactly what you're asking for, however, It's your first time and he wants it to be perfect for you. He always was a sucker for perfectionism.

He nods at you before moving down, between your legs. One arm going under your thigh to hold it while his free hand reached under your skirt to take off your panties.

The cool air hit your wet core and did the engulfing warmth of Draco's mouth all at once.

It was a surprise to you. One that left you breathless and arching and writhing against his mouth. He mouthed at your slick folds before settling on your clit to suck. Blinding your senses until you were a solid mess of whines and whimpers and cries.

He wanted to make sure you were prepped and ready to take him.

It didn't take long for him to make you orgasm for the first time with how turned on you already were. He'd reached up to touch and tease your nipples with a free hand all while he sucked and lapped at your slick folds, humming in content.

Him touching your nipples, sucking on your clit and the vibrations against you all felt like sensory deprivation and it threw you off the edge instantly.

You clenched your thighs around his head and with a loud cry of his name, you came. Arching off the bed, helplessly, uncontrollably. You could sob with how good it felt. And you couldn't help the grind of your hips, riding out that sweet, delicious, Malfoy induced bliss.

And with the way Draco's fingers dug into your thighs– hard enough to leave bruises later on, it was so obvious that Draco Malfoy enjoyed eating you out. And that was an understatement.

He kept going even after you came and that was a whole different kind of pleasure. You had to literally sob out and beg him to stop or else you were sure you'd squirt all over.

With trembling hands you reached for him to come up and he did with a self satisfied grin on his face, he held onto you. Your arms wrapped around his neck like you needed him. And you did.

Once again, you begged. “Draco, please. I need you. I'm– I'm ready.” that was your sweet, sweet way of asking him to fuck you.

And in all honesty he was sure he couldn't wait any longer either. His cock was hard and fighting against his trousers to be freed.

“Free me, my love. I want you to do it.” he asks, still breathless from earlier.

You wasted no time and fumble to unbuckle him and he could almost chuckle at how endearing he found your need if he wasn't in the same desperate, pathetic state of mind.

The cool air hit his cock as it was finally free and you gazed at it in wonder. You bit your lip in want and anticipation before staring back at him in a, ‘how the hell is that gonna fit in me’ way and in a ‘i need you right now’ way.

He pressed himself, bare, against you. Hard, hot, dragging the length of him against your slick folds.

He let out the filthiest, sweetest groan at the contact along with you.

“Tell me again. Tell me you want this.” he pleaded.

“I want this.” you whispered, “I want you– I want you– I want y–” he shushed your babble by slowly easing into you. Just the tip to start.

Your fingernails dug into his shoulders, etching crescents into his skin. “Please, more.” you begged for more than you knew you could handle.

He complied to your pleads and slowly pushed in. “Breathe with me, my love.” he said as he saw your breath hitch.

He waited. He kissed you across the face, on the base of your neck, atop your breasts and cooed at you gently when you whined at the painful, beautiful stretch.

He waited, until your breathing matched his. Until you gave him the green light to finally push another inch in, slowly, watchfully.

When he was fully seated in, he stayed buried, waiting once more to let you adjust fully. It was not easy on him either. Your warm, wet tightness was making it especially hard on him to hold back. He was literally trembling against you.

Once the sharpness faded, you, ever the curious little dove, rocked experimentally to see how both of you would feel and react to that.

You, for one buried your head into his neck, needy, squirming against his skin.

He, let out a broken sound before finally giving into shallow, careful little thrusts. Like instinct, your legs wrapped around his slender waist, urging him to go deeper, faster.

He was more than happy to oblige, he did not go faster but he did go deeper with a particular sinful roll of his hips. His pelvis grazed against your clit during the motion and had you crying out. You were especially sensitive there.

You were also trying to be quiet but he was having none of that as he reached between your thighs to circle your most sensitive area.

“Don't you dare silence yourself. Let me hear you. Let me look at you.” he breathed the words into the air, low, commanding.

And you obeyed. Your back arched off the bed and your hips rolled deeper into his as you no longer could contain your cries.

His thrusts now fastened, as did the movement of his hand. Wanting to pull you over the edge one last time before he himself did.

“Let go for me, love. Want to feel you, one more time.” he breathed in desperation, his voice not seemingly like his own at this point.

He was unmistakably, yours, in this very moment.

You shattered finally when he rubbed your clit just right and hit that sweet spot within you. Clenching hard around him, offering little rolls of your hips, kissing down his pale chest, fingers running through the mop of his white hair.

And he finally followed with a wrecked, riveting groan. His hips did not stutter– they snapped harder, faster. Like they're aimed to destroy you and fill you with love all at once.

He buried himself to a halt inside of you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix as he finally spilled inside you. “Gods. You'll be the death of me.” he cried, face buried in your neck. Arms snug around your waist, holding you onto him.

You squirmed and whined like you wanted to be in his skin and he cooed at you in between his aftershocks.

“I'm still here, love.” he whispers. “I'm still here.”

“I'm not good at being gentle.” he'd told you and perhaps it was true. But he knew how to follow his instincts. And his primary instinct was to be gentle towards you.

it was enzo. the guy you knew since you were in diapers. the guy with whom you shared countless of baths when you two were kids. the guy who was there through every embarrassing stage of your puberty.

staying in your underwear around one another was nothing.

“it’s the highest setting, right?” you mumbled after locking your phone and dropping it to the side, displeased by the little breeze of the electric fan.

“yeah…” he muttered back, slight disappointment latched onto the brief confirmation. he didn’t even bother to raise from his horizontal position, already recalling the desperation he had while smashing the plus button on the fan.

“ugh, i wanna peel my skin off my face.”

it was evening already, yet the heat was as persistent as ever. maybe you should get some ice from the freezer and just… dump it on you? yeah, maybe even sneak some pieces in your bra to cool off bett–

bing.

…

“oh, fuck off.”

checking your phone after the notification pierced the peaceful ambiance of the room, you immediately lock it back, infuriated by what you saw.

“again?”

enzo had a hunch about the source of your sudden rage, and by his short question and your audible huffs of annoyance, he knew he was right.

“is that michael guy still pestering you? didn’t you block him?”

“it looks like he made another account. ugh, why doesn’t he take the hint?”

you raised your upper half off the couch, leaning on the pads of your palms just for a few seconds, before diving head first between the scattered pillows next to you.

you groaned into them, and enzo could hear your agony even through the plush material.

“you told him you have a boyfr–?”

“multiple times. i even sent a picture of you to convince him.”

you did not have a boyfriend. you have been single for months now, but michael doesn’t need to know that. your sweet best friend enzo offered to play boyfriend to scare off the creep, but it seems like even that wasn’t enough.

“aaaand?”

“he knew we’re not together.”

you should’ve expected the number one stalker to recognize lorenzo from the pictures you have on your account.

“damn. i am sorry, babe.”

“ahh, it’s fine. i will just block him aga–”

bing.

“is that him again?”

enzo reacted more energic this time, jumping from his seat, abandoning his own phone, all to crawl towards your part of the couch. to see for himself what that weirdo does in your dms.

“wait, let me chec– oh my god, ewwwwwwwwwwww.”

if last time you dropped your phone on the couch, now you straight up threw it away from you. you shriek into a ball, clutching one of the pillows close to your chest and hiding in it. the heat no longer mattered as you were now dominated by disgust, captured by the need to be hidden.

“what? what?”

lorenzo panicked, eyes almost flaring out of his sockets at your unusual reaction. you were so affected by whatever you saw on your phone, you were almost shaking.

“that bastard sent me a dick pic. it looked like a bald rat, i feel like puking.”

enzo stilled for a second.

then he blinked.

“a bald rat?”

“yes.” you wailed, face still buried in the pillow. “a naked mole rat. pink and sickly and shiny. i’m traumatized.”

he snorted at your description. then choked on it trying to suppress his laugh, realizing it is not an appropriate reaction. “i’m sorry, i’m not laughing at you, babe, it’s just– god, that’s disgusting.” he reached for your shoulder carefully, hand warm and grounding as he gave you a gentle stroke.

“you okay?”

“no.” you mumbled pathetically, burying your face deeper into the softness. “i was just trying to exist. and now i’ve seen that. i need to bleach my brain. i need to send something back to scar him for life.”

enzo hummed, rubbing lazy circles into your shoulder. “like a revenge dick pic?”

“yeah. but…” you peeked at him from your pillow, lips pouting. “i don’t have a dick.”

he blinked again. and then his lips curled. slowly.

“so use mine.”

you raised your head so fast you nearly knocked foreheads with lorenzo. in that moment you realized just how close he was to you.

how close and naked he was.

“enzo–”

“what?” he grinned, boyish and infuriatingly calm, as if he hadn’t just offered to donate his cock for the cause. “he values dicks so much, i’ll give him one. free of charge. beautifully lit. no filters. let him compare.”

you gaped at him, blood boiling beneath your skin with every word of his, flushing your face with embarrassment.

he was just messing with you, right?

“you’re not serious.”

enzo moved his body closer, until your bare knees touched, and his palms spread over your naked thighs, keeping you still on the couch. with such proposals on his lips, enzo had a feeling you’d run away from him.

so he didn’t give you the opportunity at all.

“i’m dead serious. let me help you. he sends you a shitty unsolicited dick? you send back mine. i guarantee he’ll never message you again.”

you choked on a nervous laugh, trying to calm down your nerves and not read too much into it. lorenzo had no ulterior motives with such a suggestion, so why was your mind fostering unholy thoughts all of a sudden?

the nakedness of your two bodies didn’t help, especially now with his skin touching yours. his hands were firmly planted on your thighs, resting mainly on the top — only his fingers, fidgety and restless, tapped against your inner section.

making your head spin and forcing your legs to close up.

“you’re insane.” you whispered back at him, averting your gaze from his piercing ones and opting to stare at your abandoned phone.

he squeezed your thighs, fingers digging in the fat of your legs — bringing your eyes back on his.

“and you’re suffering. babe, come on. you know i’d do anything for you.”

your mouth went dry, spit refusing to further pool in. yet something else pooled... in your underwear.

his voice dropped just a little lower, his face dragging just a tad closer to your ear.

“i don’t want anyone making you feel unsafe. or disgusted. especially not some pathetic little creep who thinks his dick deserves attention.”

you swallowed, keeping focus on his gorgeous face; that mischievous glint in his eyes, the devious curl on his wet lips. he was still smiling, but there was something else in his expression now — sharp. protective. hungry.

and when you didn’t answer, enzo gently tugged you closer by your thighs, tilting his head.

“unless you’re too shy to see it?”

your lips parted, words rushing to get out in a short protest. “i’m not.”

“you sure?” he whispered, thumbs rubbing up your inner thigh now, almost brushing the edge of your panties. “because you can. if you want. i’ll even let you take the picture. show him what a real one looks like.”

your thighs squeezed together, trapping his digits briefly in between. your skin was warm, warmer than before, and where his hands stood — the patches burnt with unspoken desire. the heat licked up your spine too, spreading arousal all over your body like a raging fire.

you stared at him.

you’d known lorenzo your whole life.

and yet… right now, you couldn’t stop picturing what he would look like bare.

hard.

just for you.

your voice came out small, just a flimsy string of sanity keeping you away from his plan. “he won’t believe it’s real.”

enzo shrugged, eyes dark, whispering yet another possibility. “then we’ll take another. with your hand on it this time.”

“enzo!” you gasped, outraged by his proposition, going as far as pushing the pillow into his face.

but he only grinned wider, accepting your attacks with open arms and letting the pillow crash into his face. he immediately removed it, throwing it out of the way, and took back his position next to your blushing face.

“say the word, babe. i’ll even get it hard for you.”

you swallowed again.

you could feel your heartbeat in your throat, in your stomach, in the places where his thumbs were still drawing lazy little circles against your inner thighs.

the summer heat had nothing on the burn spreading beneath your skin now. and the look on his face — steady, teasing, inviting — wasn't helping.

“okay.” you murmured, almost like you were afraid to break the moment, finally giving in. “okay… let's do it.”

“yeah?” enzo’s brows lifted just a bit — surprised… or thrilled.

you nodded, lips parted, your tongue already poking out and wetting your lips.

“but… only if you get hard first. i’m not sending him a softie.”

enzo barked out a laugh, loud and wicked. “god, you’re fucking perfect.”

his hands slid from your thighs to his lap, lazily adjusting himself in his boxers. he was already half-hard, just from the idea of you seeing him. he didn’t even try to hide the way his cock twitched when you looked down, just once, then looked away quickly like you hadn’t meant to.

“c’mere.” he said, voice a little rougher now. “closer. talk to me.”

“talk to you?”

he hummed, stroking himself through the thin cotton, tentatively gripping his cock with his long fingers. he didn’t take it out yet — afraid to scare you — but you could still see the shape of him swelling beneath the fabric, thick and eager.

“yeah. want you to talk me through it.”

“enzo…” his name bloomed on your tongue with a whiny tinge, barely escaping from between your lips.

but he heard it clearly. he let out a low, throaty groan as a result, his head slightly lolling back on the couch.

“fuck. say it again.”

“what?”

“my name. with that voice…” he breathed, slowly dragging his palm up and down the length of his cock, the fabric now visibly wet at the tip, clinging to his mushroomy tip.

“goddamn, babe. didn’t know you could sound like that when you say it.”

you swallowed hard, thighs pressing together, your own panties now marked by dripping need. he looked beautiful like this — messy hair damp from sweat, chest rising and falling with each breath, mouth parted as he stared at you like he could eat you alive.

“enzo.” you whispered, unsure if you were trying to calm him down or make it worse. “you’re… getting really hard.”

“because of you.” he groaned again, accentuating it with a harsher tug on his cock. “your voice. your fucking voice, babe — talk to me.”

your cheeks flamed, but something in you cracked open; some hungry, curious part of you that liked the way his hips bucked into his hand at the mere sounds of your voice. liked the way his lashes fluttered, how his eyes rolled back.

liked how needy he looked.

“you’re doing so good.” you whispered seductively, barely able to believe the words were coming from your own mouth. “look at you…”

enzo whined, pressing harder against his boxers. fuck, this was really happening!

“look at how hard you are.” you said, braver now, watching his cock twitch under his touch. “shit… all for me?”

“yes, yes, fuck, yes–” he was panting now, jerking himself faster, his head tipped back completely, throat taut. “keep going, please– your voice, i– fuck, i’ve never gotten this hard this fast–”

“you’re gonna make a mess in your boxers…” you tutted, more to yourself, pressing your thighs together — now shamelessly.

“you want me to help? want me to pull them down and stroke you for real?”

enzo whimpered, and this time he shuddered — hips lifting, breath stuttering, a thick wet patch forming all over his cock.

“babe–” he gasped, looking at you like you’d just offered him the most amazing offer in the world. “please. please touch me.”

your palm was hot against his abs before he even finished the sentence.

and when your fingers slid under the waistband of his boxers — slow, sweet, teasing — lorenzo’s breath caught in his throat like you’d just sucked the life out of him.

his cock sprang free, flushed and twitching, curved thick and dripping precum towards his belly.

and fuck, he really was big. more than you imagined. heavy and sticky in your hand when you finally curled your fingers around him.

“fuck, enzo.” you whispered.

he groaned, head tilting to the side to see your hand work around him.

“say that again.” he rasped, eyes glued to your fingers wrapping around his shaft, getting all wet and nasty with his arousal. “say my name. say anything. just… don’t stop.”

you leaned in closer, breath feathering over his cock as you began to stroke him close to your face — slow, gentle pulls from base to tip, gathering the leaking precum with your thumb and swirling it over the flushed tip. he jerked at the touch, hips bucking, one hand gripping the couch for dear life.

“you’re so sensitive…” you murmured, tilting your head, studying him. “does it feel good, enzo?”

“yes– fuck, yes. your hands– god, your hands are so soft!”

you smiled, slow and sly. your other hand joined in, cupping his balls, stroking in rhythm with the other, until he was panting again, hips faltering, lashes fluttering with every twist of your wrist.

“you’re so pretty like this.” you breathed, voice all syrup and sugar, so close to his cock, yet so far away. “flushed and messy. moaning just from my hands.”

enzo bit his lip, the sound that escaped him something halfway between a sob and a growl.

“fuck, keep going– don’t stop– say more–”

you leaned in, lips brushing the muscles of his abdomen, voice like velvet.

“you gonna cum for me, babe? just from my voice and my hands? poor thing, you’re so pent up…”

“holy shit–”

his stomach jumped, his thighs trembled, and his hand suddenly darted for your phone, unlocking it with shaking fingers.

“what are you doing?” you asked, still stroking him, but slower now, more curious than anything.

“picture.” he panted. “fuck– we need to send that creep a real dick pic. one he’ll never forget.”

oh, that’s right. you were supposed to get him hard for a picture…

“you’re gonna send him this?” you laughed, light and breathless, watching as he snapped a photo of your delicate hand wrapped around his flushed cock. “you’re actually so cruel.”

that michael guy will fucking die.

“you’re the one stroking me like this.” he said with a grin, snapping another picture from a lower angle, your other hand on his balls now visible. “and your voice– fuck, your voice is even hotter than your hand.”

you squeezed him, just to make him shut up and focus on you.

he gasped at your ministration, nearly dropping the phone on you.

“enzo.” you whispered against his ear, your thumb brushing under the head. “focus on me, babe. cum for me.”

he did.

with a strangled moan and a whimper of your name, he spilled all over your hand and his stomach, cock twitching in your grip. he finally released the phone somewhere beside him, both hands flying to your hand as he rode it out, chanting your name like a prayer.

“fuck. fuck, babe–” he panted, pulling you in closer, resting his head on your shoulder, still shaking a little. “you’re unreal.”

before either of you could say a word, the notification pinged.

michael had already replied.

lol that’s a stock image :)

enzo stared at the message. blinked. stared again.

and then, very softly, almost in disbelief. “stock image?”

you snorted, and then started to laugh — loud and breathless, your forehead falling against his shoulder as your dirty fingers absently toyed with his still-softening cock, now wet and twitching in your palm.

“enzo.” you gasped between laughs. “he thinks… he thinks that is a stock image?”

“my dick is not a stock image.” he mumbled, borderline offended, his voice cracking with the way you were still feather-dancing across him. “what stock photo site has your hand in it?”

you grinned, turning your head just enough to catch the pink flush blooming on his cheeks.

“you want to prove it to him?” you asked, wickedly sweet, now concocting a plan of your own.

“…how?” enzo glanced at you, heart in his throat, his whole body buzzing with expectation.

you leaned in, lips brushing his jaw. “fuck me. right now. raw. and take a video.”

he froze.

and then–

“w–what?”

“you heard me.” you whispered. “he doesn’t think you’re real? let’s give him something real.”

enzo’s cock twitched again in your hand — just barely — but enough to signal he was hardening again.

“please.” you breathed, nosing at his neck, voice breaking into something soft and whiny. exactly how he likes it. “fuck me, enzo. i need it. want you so bad–”

your voice cracked with desperation, half faux, half real.

“need you inside me. need you to fill me up. make me yours.”

enzo whimpered, eyes rolling back once more, the mere image of you impaled on his cock making his pulse spike. he was still sensitive, still dazed, but you begging like that?

he grabbed your waist, almost clumsily, and guided you into his lap — your soaked panties rubbing against his cock, already stiff beneath you.

“you don’t know what you’re asking for.” he whispered, trembling. “i won’t be able to stop.”

you cupped his face, squishing his cheeks together and making his lips into a pout.  barely touching them, you whispered one final request.

“good. i don’t want you to.”

he didn’t waste another second.

his hands gripped your hips like he owned them — like he always had — and with one swift motion, he pulled your soaked panties aside, guiding his thick cock to your dripping slit. the blunt head bumped your folds, sticky and aching, and your body clenched before he even pushed in.

“hold the phone.” you whispered, breathless, reaching for it where he’d dropped it on the cushion. you tilted it up just as you sank onto him, but he couldn’t comply.

lorenzo groaned, deep and broken. his head slammed back against the couch and his hands tightened, digging into your waist as you slid down his cock — inch by thick inch — stretching, aching.

taking him raw.

“fuck. babe.” his voice cracked. “you feel insane. so fucking wet. you’re dripping down my balls– fuck–”

you whimpered, clutching his shoulders for balance, camera still rolling in your other hand. the way he filled you up was nothing short of divine — so thick and deep. he curved just right, making your pussy clench around him like it was made for him.

you bounced once.

enzo yelled.

hand flew to your ass, spreading you wider, keeping you flush against him as you began to ride — sloppy, wet, desperate. his cock dragged along your walls perfectly, the obscene sound of your arousal filling the space between you, your breaths quick and needy.

the slight flash of the phone still capturing everything.

“y–you’re gonna–” he whined, eyes fluttering as he stared between your bodies. “god, i’m gonna lose my fucking mind.”

you laughed softly against his neck, still bouncing, nails digging into his shoulders as you went deeper and deeper with every move. “yeah? you’ve been imagining this?”

“every night.” he admitted, voice breaking. “every fucking night, since we were teenagers.”

you moaned his name, pleased with his answer, rocking your hips faster. and enzo shuddered, grabbing the base of his cock as you rode him, watching it disappear again and again into your soaked cunt.

“you want proof?” you panted, angling the camera down even more, catching the perfect image of your pussy fluttering around enzo’s cock. for the creep in your dms. “tell him, babe. tell him this is real.”

lorenzo looked at the phone — flushed, panting, eyes nearly wild, watching himself disappear in your greedy tight hole on film.

it was so hot, shit–

“this is my girl. my fucking pussy. you wish you had her voice in your ear while you came. but guess what?”

he wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you down until your forehead flushed against his, hips snapping up hard–

“she’s riding me.”

you moaned when he thrust up again — rough, relentless, so deep you could barely catch your breath. the head of his cock dragged right over that spot that made your thighs shake, your body clenching around him in helpless pulses.

enzo grunted, hips stuttering, the wet slap of your bodies echoing through the apartment.

“you hear that?” he breathed, voice hoarse with awe, sweat beading along his temple as he watched you bounce. “fuck, it’s so loud — that’s your pussy, babe. sucking me in.”

“enzo…” you whimpered, nails clawing at his shoulder. “you’re so deep– too good–”

he angled his hips just right, the tip of his cock nudging your cervix, and your body jerked. your walls clamping down so tight that his eyes fluttered shut and his head dropped back again.

“you’re close, huh?” he rasped. “feels like you’re about to fucking milk me.”

you nodded, frantic, desperate.

“tell me what you want.” he panted, breath shallow, also close to climax. “tell me how you want it.”

your voice broke. you were already trembling.

“inside.” you gasped, not even ashamed now. “please, enzo– want you to cum in me. fill me up. make it messy.”

he growled like an animal, finally catching his prey.

“fuck– fuck, babe” he slammed up into you so hard you saw stars, one hand clutching at your ass, the other gripping your hip so tight it would bruise. “say that again. say it.”

you pulled the phone back up, aiming the camera down at where you were connected once more — where his cock was glistening, coated in you, buried all the way to the hilt.

“i want your cum.” you whispered close to your phone, with eyes locked on his own blown-out orbs. “deep inside me. i want you to ruin me, enzo.”

his hips jerked. a broken moan punched out of him.

“you’re so– fuck, you’re gonna make me–”

“do it.” you moaned, hand scratching down his chest and leaving marks all over his skin. “fill me up, babe. i want it all.”

he came with a cry — full-body shudder, cock twitching inside you as he emptied himself in thick, hot spurts. you felt the heat of it coat your insides, your cunt fluttering around him in aftershock. he clung to you like he’d fall apart if he didn’t, hips still rutting weakly, desperate to stay inside you, to push it all in deeper.

you collapsed against his chest, both of you panting, his cock still sheathed inside you — warm and twitching and still dripping cum.

the camera caught it all.

his fingers found the curve of your thighs, spreading you slightly, just enough to let the phone capture your folds stretched wide around him, cum already beginning to leak.

“damn right.” he muttered, flushed and breathless, voice hoarse with pride. “real enough for you now, michael?”

michael wasn’t gonna sleep tonight.

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Whilst Draco was battling his own moral dilemma, he began distancing himself from his friends— well not all mostly it was just Y/N. Theo and Blaise noticed the shift in his attitude ever since the holiday break was over, this was very unmalfoy like.

They found it very strange, Why on earth would Malfoy ignore Y/N? She’s his best friend for Salazar’s sake! From then on, Theo and Blaise began watching his every move, hoping to catch even the slightest clue as to why he’d been avoiding her.

But alas, Draco being the insufferable very private git he was never gave them the satisfaction of knowing what was truly going on.

Theo and Blaise decided he should take matters into his own hands.

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It was a normal saturday evening, Draco was busy doing his own “errands” (probably jerking off somewhere) So that left the slytherin trio chilling in the common room. Nothing but comfortable silence filled the room.

It finally clicked for Theo, it was the perfect opportunity to speak to Y/N, now that Draco was nowhere in sight.

“Has anyone noticed that.. Draco’s been… different.”

Blaise gave a quiet laugh. “Different’s one word for it. He barely talks to Y/N anymore.”

Y/N looked between them, confused at first. But as their words lingered, realization dawned on her. The distance, the silence, the way Draco’s eyes always seemed to find anywhere but hers… they were right. He’d been avoiding her, and she knew but never wanting to bring it up first.

“Avoiding me?” Y/N repeated, scoffing. “What did i even do? Steal his hair gel?” Blaise chuckled at her side comment

Her words were sharp, but her chest felt heavy. She hated that it hurt this much.

“Whatever,” she said, grabbing her bag. “If he wants to avoid me, he can at least do it to my face.”

Blaise raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to find him, aren’t you?”

“Damn right I am,” she snapped, and stormed off. This left the two slytherins even more curious on what was about to happen.

Y/N knew he was avoiding her on purpose, she just didn’t wanna bring it up. But she couldn’t ignore it anymore— The Draco Malfoy was avoiding her, how dare he? The same Draco that mistaked Hagrid for a bloody grizzly bear in the forbidden forest. He was supposed to be her best friend, why the sudden change?

He still laughed with Theo and Blaise in the common room, but the moment she entered, his expression would shift, and he’d find an excuse to leave. It stung, especially because he hadn’t been like this before the holidays. This wasn’t the Draco she knew.

Fuming, she stormed up to his dorm, her mind buzzing with a thousand thoughts at once. \he was already muttering under her breath about Draco being an insufferable git for ignoring her without so much as a reason. By the time she reached the door she heard muffled panting and groans.

Oh so he blew her off for a hook up? Thats a low blow Malfoy.

She scrunched up her nose, mentally preparing herself for what she was about to see. But before she could turn her hand on the door knob draco whimpered;

“Fuck Y/N..”

What the hell.

She hesitated for a moment, debating whether she should really barge in. But apparently her hand had other plans. The doorknob turned— and Y/N froze. There he was, a very flustered, very half naked blonde on the bed.

The two Slytherins froze, staring at each other in utter shock, mouths slightly agape as they tried to process what they were seeing.

A tense silence hung in the air until Draco finally spoke, his cheeks just faintly pink.

“Fuck Y/N! You weren’t supposed to hear— No! You weren’t supposed to see that!” he spoke frantically, clutching the sheets like they might save his dignity.

“Draco—“

The silence was deafening. Draco blinked once, twice, then exhaled through his nose.

“Next time,” he said tightly while still clutching the sheets that was covering his parts, trying to sound composed, “try knocking first.”

Y/N Blinked, before finally snapping out of a trance. “Draco what the hell did i do? why were you ignoring me? Did i do something wrong?” she said, crossing her arms trying to forget that he just moaned her name seconds ago.

She didn’t want to bring that up, so she grasped at the first excuse that came to mind. Something, anything, to steer the conversation away from what just happened.

“Is this because I didn’t visit you during the holidays?” she blurted out, instantly regretting how lame it sounded. Draco just looked at her blankly

“Wait— is this why you’ve been avoiding me? Merlin, Draco, it is, isn’t it?!”

“What? No! Salazar, no!” Draco practically yelped, clutching the sheets like his life depended on it.

“I wasn’t— it’s not— bloody hell, Y/N, could you not assume things when I’m half-naked?”

“Then Why are you ignoring me?!” she shot back, equally red.

They both froze, realizing how loud they’d gotten, and the silence that followed was painfully awkward.

“Could you— Fuck, just give me a second?” Draco muttered, his voice strained as he pointed to himself, still clutching the sheets like his life depended on them.

“Fine,” Y/N scoffed, turning her back to him. “I’ll just stare at this lovely wall while you put on some clothes.” spinning on her heel to face the wall, giving Draco at least a bit of privacy to pull himself together and find something decent to wear.

“Okay. You can look now.”

Y/N finally faced him for the first time (after seeing him basically wanking off), she felt goosebumps of how close they were right now. She managed to compose herself within seconds, to confront the blonde about his actions.

“So are you gonna explain why you’ve been ignoring me?” she asked, “You know, it stings alot when your best friend randomly ignores and dismisses you for no reason.” her voice breaking down a little making Draco’s heart ache.

Not only he was thinking sinful things about his best friend he was also hurting her in the process.

“Y/N/N, im sorry—“ he tried holding her hand for comfort. “I just— fuck-“ Draco had always struggled with expressing his emotions. Y/N Took a deep breath contemplating if she should say what she was about to say.

“Just tell me if you don’t wanna be friends with me anymore.” She muttered.

Draco’s eyes widened at her words. “Y/N! No— no, you’ve got it all wrong!” he blurted, voice shaking slightly. In a rush, he closed the distance between them, cupping her cheeks in his hands as if grounding himself in her presence.

“I wasn’t avoiding you because of that,” he said firmly, though his voice softened at the end. “I just— I didn’t know how to act around you anymore.”

She looked up at him with glossy eyes, the same glossy eyes he imagined while he was masturbating. Fuck.

“If I’m gonna be honest, i’ve been thinking about you in a..” he paused, wincing at his words trying to form a proper sentence without offending or weirding her out (as if this situation isn’t weird already)

“I’vebeenjerkingandhavingwetdreamsaboutyou.” Draco blurted out, a tint of pink spread across his pale cheeks. This left Y/N’s Mouth wide open.

She shook her head “Wait I’m sorry— come again?”

He looked more embarrassed than before, he scratched the back of his neck before explaining “You’ve been on my mind during the holidays, and i don’t know why— but fuck everytime i try to.. you know.. you always pop up in my mind” he admitted shyly before looking away.

“And thoughts became into wet dreams, and then these dreams felt. so. real. And it feels like I’m stuck in this endless loop. I cant stop. and i feel incredibly guilty for thinking about you in this sinful manner— im really sorry.”

Y/N Still looked stunned, she didn’t know what to say.

Draco studied her face for a long moment, like he was trying to commit it to memory. Then, almost shyly, he lifted her hand and kissed it.

“You’re probably completely weirded out right now,” he said with a nervous chuckle. “It’s fine if you don’t want to hang out with me after this.”

Y/N stared at him, wide-eyed. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

Draco frowned slightly, confused. “What?”

“You kiss my hand,” she said, waving it for emphasis, “and then tell me not to hang out with you? Make it make sense, Malfoy.”

He gave a breathy laugh, looking down. “So… you’re not weirded out?”

“Oh, I definitely am,” she admitted, grinning despite herself. “But I’m not going anywhere.”

Draco grinned, relief flooding through him. Thank Merlin, he thought, and every other blasted wizarding god up there.

He didn’t lose her. Not his best friend. Not the one person he couldn’t stand to be without.

They both stood there in silence, not exactly knowing what to do after all that . Draco broke the silence.

“But you know.. It wasn’t just lust— i think i like you.” he declared, “Now, i don’t want you saying that i might like you for your body- heavens no. But i guess it’s been a lingering feeling for me already and i only just realized it when i.. you know” draco admitted, not wanting to state what he did but they both understood very well what he meant.

“I’ve always thought you were pretty, and clever too might i add.” he chuckled.

She raised an eyebrow at him, “Is that so?”

Draco nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. His hands found their way to her waist, tentative at first, as though asking for permission.

He pulled her closer, close enough to feel her warmth, but not enough to close the space between them.

“You know,” Draco said with a smirk, “your nose does this little scrunch when you’re concentrating.”

Y/N groaned, rolling her eyes as heat crept to her face. “You seriously notice that?”

“Hard not to,” he said, still grinning. “Your very adorable when you do it, careful not to explode your one tiny braincell though.” he teased.

“Dracoooo.” Y/N whined while she smacked his chest playfully

Draco let out a quiet laugh and looked at her once again, his gaze locking with hers. Those same eyes he’d pictured on countless nights, driving him absolutely mad.

“Draco?” she said, tilting her head with a teasing smile, determined to make him look at her.

He leaned in just slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Say my name again,” he whispered, his voice low, almost pleading.

“Draco.” She giggled at his tone.

Draco murmured “fuck it” under his breath, before she could say a word— He collided his lips against hers. The kiss was hot, and messy. All this built up tension finally releasing after years. For a moment, the world fell away. All she could feel was the heat of his touch, the quiet hitch of his breath, and the way he seemed to melt against her as if he’d finally found what he’d been searching for.

Their tongue’s danced as if they’ve done this multiple times already. They were both desperate for one another. They needed this. They needed eachother.

Draco’s hand slid up to cradle her jaw, his thumb brushing her skin with aching gentleness as if he was afraid she might disappear. Her fingers clutched at his shirt, pulling him closer.

When they finally pulled apart, the world seemed to rush back in. Her chest rose and fell unevenly as she tried to catch her breath, her lips were swollen and still tingling from the kiss. Draco’s eyes were wide, his usual confidence replaced by something raw and uncertain.

“Oh my god—” she started, but the words tangled in her throat.

Draco gave a short, shaky laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Merlin,” he muttered under his breath, still staring at her like he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened.

“You, my dove,” he whispered, brushing his finger under her chin, guiding her face toward his

“You’re driving me insane, you know that?”

She giggled at his comment, eyes sparkling with mischief, and looped her arms around his neck. Their lips met again, teasing and warm, and she pressed closer, laughing when he tried to catch his breath.

Before they knew it they were both on his mattress— the same mattress where Draco did his business not only 15 minutes ago.

His back laid on the bed, as she positioned herself on his lap still not breaking contact. Y/N could already feel his erection beneath her core. She slightly re-adjusted herself on his lap, this made the couple moan at the sudden contact.

Draco suddenly switched positions with her, pining her down on the bed and latching his mouth onto her neck in search of her sweet spot. It only took him a matter of seconds to finally hit a jackpot and this made her whimper under his touch

“Dray..”

Draco groaned at the way she just moaned his name, He couldn’t believe it. Last month he was just fantasizing about this moment, now it was actually happening.

As Draco was busy painting love bites on his very very pretty canvas, he didn’t notice that she wrapped her legs around his waist. her skirt slightly riding up her thigh, giving him a tiny view of what he was exactly craving.

“My pretty girl” he purred out against her skin, Y/N whimpered at his words— a surge of wetness pooled on her sex making her panties feel very very uncomfortable.

He continued placing love bites on her neck, rightfully claiming what was his. “Draco- please.” she mewled out.

“Please what love?”

“I need you.”

Fuck, the look on her eyes can make him cum by just the sight of it. His buldge was getting painfully obvious. Was this actually real?

“You need me to do what love?” he teased

She looked at him dead in the eyes. “Malfoy if you don’t fuck me brain dead right now, i swear ill find—“

Draco slammed his lips against hers before she could finish her sentence, there was no way he was letting her go. Not when he finally got her where he wanted.

“Impatient now are we?” he growled, she shuddered at his words. “Dont worry love, ill give you exactly what you want.” He chuckled darkly.

Before she knew it, her skirt was on the floor. skirt turned into her top— then shortly followed her bra. All she had left was her soaked lacy panties.

Draco pulled away from the girl, and admired his art. Her perfect mounds was just like how he imagined. He pecked her lips, then her neck until he reached her tits.

“Mm.. so perfect.” He said, latching his mouth on one of her nipples. He used his free hand to twist and play with the other. Y/N was a flustered mess she could barely form a sentence properly, all she can manage to blurt out was his name.

“You have no idea how much i’ve dreamt about this moment Y/N.”

Draco pulled off her panties, looking up at her for some sort of sign for consent she nodded st the blonde— biting her lip and suddenly feeling shy.

Draco swore he felt like he came already.

But before Draco could indulge in his sinful desires, he suddenly pulled away making Y/N sit up in confusion.

“Are you sure your okay with this?” He asked.

Y/N wasn’t sure why her heart skipped like that, but it did. A faint blush bloomed on her cheeks, glowing softly under the silver touch of the moonlight.

“I’ve never more been sure.”

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The fire in the Slytherin common room had burned low, shadows flickering lazily across the stone walls. Blaise leaned back on the couch, staring at the empty staircase for what felt like the hundredth time.

“It’s been two hours,” he muttered, crossing his arms. “You think she’s hexed him by now?”

Theo didn’t look up from the deck of cards he was shuffling. “Either that or they’ve made up.”

Blaise shot him a look. “Made up? After that argument? Please. She probably turned him into a ferret again.”

Theo smirked. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Blaise groaned, tossing a cushion at him. “Fine. I’m checking. I’m not explaining to Snape why Malfoy’s corpse is missing an eyebrow.”

Theo caught the cushion midair. “You’re seriously going up there? You’ll interrupt whatever dramatic monologue he’s giving himself in the mirror.”

“If he’s alive, he can complain later.” Blaise stood, straightening his robes. “You coming or not?”

Theo caught the cushion midair. “You’re seriously going up there? You’ll interrupt whatever dramatic monologue he’s giving himself in the mirror.”

“If he’s alive, he can complain later.” Blaise stood, straightening his robes. “You coming or not?”

Theo sighed and got up, tucking his cards into his pocket. “If he’s dead, I’m looting his closet. That boy’s got better rings than sense.”

They slipped out of the common room, the dungeon corridors dim and echoing with their footsteps.

“You ever notice how creepy it gets down here at night?” Blaise muttered.

“Yeah,” Theo replied. “Perfect setting for a murder. Or whatever this is.”

“Comforting,” Blaise said dryly.

They climbed the narrow staircase to the boys’ dormitory, passing the empty rooms until they reached the top floor— Draco’s room. A faint light glowed under the door.

“He’s up,” Theo whispered. “See? Brooding.”

“Or bleeding,” Blaise countered.

“Only one way to find out.” Theo grinned, raising a brow.

Blaise hesitated, then knocked. Once. Twice.

Nothing.

Only a faint sound of skin slapping, but it was so faint to the point you could mistake it for peeves clapping in the distance.

He frowned. “Maybe he’s ignoring us.”

Theo smirked. “Or maybe—”

Blaise rolled his eyes and turned the handle. “I’m not waiting for maybe.”

Blaise whipped out his wand mumbling “Alohamora”, unlocking the door.

The scene in front of them was something they hadn’t expected in a million years, or ever wanted to, for that matter.

It was Draco’s exposed back, covered with claws and scratches and was accompanied by half crescent moon marks that was made by none other than Y/N.

Y/N on the other hand was bare naked, Draco was a seeker for a reason. He made sure they didn’t get a glimpse of what was hiding underneath the covers.

The silence between the four of them was deafening. For three very long seconds, no one spoke.

The two Slytherin’s were still stunned.

Blaise blinked. “Oh.”

Theo tilted his head. “Oh.”

“That’s… not murder,” Blaise said quickly, already stepping back.

“Definitely not,” Theo agreed, Draco was about to yell at them but before he could Theo slammed the door shut.

“Atleast..” Blaise paused still trying to process his words “He’s not dead?.”

Theo nodded, backing up fast. “Nope. Very alive. Very—busy.”

They stood in silence for a beat before Blaise muttered, “I’m going to need therapy.”

Theo snorted. “You? I’m the one who saw it first.”

Blaise shot him a glare. “We tell no one.”

“Agreed,” Theo said, smirking. “But next time he lectures us about ‘self-control,’ I’m reminding him of this.”

“Don’t you dare,” Blaise groaned, already heading back down the stairs. “I’d like to survive the week.”

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He knows exactly what he’s doing. The little hitch in your breath, the way your hips twitch toward his mouth, the soft, broken whimpers that spill from your lips. He drinks them down like fine wine. Every sound you make is deliberate fuel for his ego, and the low, pleased hum that vibrates in his throat tells you he’s savoring every single one.

Your wide, glassy doe eyes lock onto his silver ones, pleading, shimmering with unshed tears of frustration. Something softens in his expression—just for a heartbeat—before that familiar wicked glint returns. He leans in without breaking eye contact and seals his mouth over your swollen clit in one hot, open-mouthed kiss.

The sudden wet heat makes your spine bow off the sheets. His lips are plush and firm at once, sucking gently, then harder, tongue flicking once against the oversensitive bud until your thighs quake around his ears. You chase the pressure instinctively, hips rolling up in a desperate grind, but he’s already pulling back with a slow, obscene pop, leaving your clit throbbing and glistening with his spit.

A pitiful whine tears out of you before you can stop it. You huff in frustration, chest heaving, and the sound of his deep, velvet chuckle rolls over your overheated skin like a physical caress.

“Patience, darling,” he drawls, voice low and syrupy with amusement. “Y'know I always give you what you want.”

He makes a deliberate performance of it then—long fingers moving to the cuffs of his crisp white shirt. He rolls each sleeve up with agonizing slowness, revealing inch after inch of corded forearm. The pale skin is dusted with fine golden hair; thick blue veins snake beneath the surface, flexing subtly as he works the fabric higher until it bunches at his elbows. The sight alone sends a fresh gush of wetness dripping down your slit—your greedy little cunt clenching so hard it almost hurts.

“Beg a little prettier, baby.”

Draco settles back between your spread thighs like he owns the space and you. His broad shoulders nudging your knees even wider. He’s a vision in the low light, pale skin kissed with a faint flush high on his cheekbones, silver-blond hair slightly mussed from your earlier fingers, those storm-grey eyes locked on yours with lazy, predatory patience. The tip of his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, slow and deliberate, and the sight makes your cunt clench so hard a fresh bead of slick wells up and trickles down.

“‘S’pretty, Draco,” you breathe, eyes wide and shining with pure, helpless adoration as you stare down at him. You know it’s not enough, he loves making you work for it, but the words tumble out anyway, soft and reverent.

He huffs a quiet, amused sound against your skin, the warm puff of breath making your swollen clit twitch. “Sweet girl,” he murmurs, voice velvet-wrapped steel. “You think batting those pretty lashes is going to get you what you want?”

His fingers never stop their cruel circuit. Long, elegant digits gliding through your drenched folds, circling your fluttering entrance with feather-light pressure. You’re soaked, obscenely so; every slow pass of his fingertips drags more of your slick downward until it’s coating the sensitive skin between your cheeks, pooling cool and slippery against your puckered hole. The wet sounds are filthy in the quiet room. Soft, rhythmic schlick-schlick as he toys with you, never pushing inside, never giving you the stretch or friction you’re dying for.

He dips his head and starts trailing open-mouthed kisses up the tender inside of your thigh slow, deliberate, teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver. First one thigh, then the other, lips plush and hot, tongue flicking out to taste the salt of your skin. He’s close, so close, his sharp nose brushing the crease where thigh meets cunt, but he skirts around your aching center every time, leaving your clit throbbing untouched, pulsing with every heartbeat.

“Please, Draco,” you whimper, voice cracking on his name. “Need your mouth—or—or your fingers—plea—oh!”

The plea breaks into a sharp, needy gasp as he finally—finally—presses the flat of his tongue against your entrance in one long, languid lick. He groans low in his throat at the taste of you, the sound vibrating straight through your core. Then he pulls back just enough to speak, lips shiny with your arousal, voice rougher now.

“Louder, darling. Tell me exactly what this greedy little cunt needs.” His middle finger dips just inside you—barely past the first knuckle—curling once, teasing your fluttering walls before slipping free again. “Use your words, or I’ll keep you like this all night. Dripping, clenching, begging, and getting nothing but my tongue on your thighs.”

Your hips jerk helplessly toward his face; another pathetic whine spills from your throat as more slick leaks out, warm and sticky, sliding down to dampen the sheets beneath you.

His smirk is devastating, like he’s savoring the exact moment your composure cracks. He watches you with hooded silver eyes: your lashes fluttering, squeezed shut in pure, trembling frustration; your lips swollen dark and glossy, bitten raw from trying to stifle the pathetic little sounds spilling out of you.

“Want t'come, Draco, please.”

The words come out high and broken, a full-on whine that curls straight through him. Warm, liquid satisfaction slithers down his spine, pooling low in his gut. His cock is achingly hard beneath the strained fabric of his trousers and has been for the last half hour, throbbing in time with every squirm of your hips, every fresh gush of slick that coats his hand. He hasn’t even touched himself, hasn’t needed to; your wrecked little pleas and the obscene wet sounds of your cunt are more than enough to keep him on the razor’s edge.

“Yeah?” His voice is low, rougher now, velvet fraying at the seams.

Without warning he pushes one long finger inside you—all the way, slow and deliberate—until the cold bite of his signet ring presses flush against your soaked entrance. You gasp, hips jerking up instinctively, trying to chase more, but he twists the digit once, curling it hard against that spongy spot that makes your thighs shake… then stills it completely.

Just… lets it sit there.

Thick and unmoving, stretching you open just enough to remind you what you’re missing. Your walls flutter desperately around the single intrusion, clenching and releasing in frantic little pulses, trying to pull him deeper, but he doesn’t budge. The contrast is torture: the cool metal of his ring biting into your overheated flesh, the heavy, unyielding pressure of his knuckle against your entrance, the slick heat of your own arousal dripping down his wrist in slow, sticky rivulets.

“Why should I let you come?” he murmurs, tilting his head like he’s genuinely curious. His free hand slides up your thigh, thumb brushing feather-light over the trembling muscle there, smearing your wetness across your skin in a lazy, possessive arc. “You’ve been such a good, whiny little thing tonight… but good girls earn it, don’t they?”

He leans in closer, breath hot against your clit close enough that every exhale sends a fresh jolt through the swollen bud, but still not touching. Your hips roll uselessly, chasing the ghost of friction, and another pitiful whimper escapes you.

“Look at this mess you’re making,” he continues, voice dripping with mock sympathy as he watches another bead of slick slide down to join the growing wet spot beneath you. “Dripping all over my hand, clenching around one finger like it’s the only thing keeping you alive. Such a pretty little thing.”

He finally gives the smallest, cruelest curl of his finger, just enough to graze that spot again, before going still once more.

“Tell me exactly why this greedy cunt deserves to come on my fingers, darling. Make it convincing.” His eyes flick up to yours, dark with want. “I could just leave you like this, empty until you’re crying for real.”

Your breath hitches on a sob; your whole body is trembling now, thighs quaking around his shoulders, cunt spasming uselessly around that single, unmoving finger.

He waits.

Patient. Smug. Utterly in control.

And loving every second of your unraveling.

Then, finally—mercifully—he moves after watching an angry tear slip onto your cheek. Oh, he could be so mean. Maybe you had earned it after all.

Two more fingers join the first in one brutal, slick thrust, stretching you wide around the thick intrusion. The cold bite of his rings drag along your fluttering walls; the stretch burns so good it makes your eyes roll back. He doesn’t give you time to adjust—just curls all three deep, pads grinding ruthlessly against that swollen, spongy spot inside you while his thumb finds your clit and starts circling with firm, relentless pressure.

“ah!—fuck—Draco—!” The words come out slurred, high and wrecked.

He growls low against your thigh, the sound vibrating straight to your core. “That’s it. Let me hear how stupid this pretty cunt gets when I finally fuck it right.”

His pace turns punishing, long, rough strokes that piston in and out, curling on every drag out to bully that spot until your hips are bucking wildly, chasing the brutal rhythm. Wet, obscene squelches fill the room with every thrust; your slick coats his hand to the wrist, dripping in thick strings down his forearm, soaking the rolled-up sleeve of his shirt. The mess is everywhere, cool and sticky between your cheeks, pooling beneath you, making the sheets cling to your ass.

You come hard and fast on the third brutal grind against your g-spot—back arching off the bed, a strangled scream tearing from your throat as your walls clamp down like a vice around his fingers. He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even slow. Just keeps fucking you through it, thumb grinding merciless circles on your clit until the pleasure twists sharp and painful, tipping into overstimulation.

“Draco—s'too much—can’t—!”

“You can,” he snarls, voice rough with his own fraying restraint. “And you will.”

He scissors his fingers on the next thrust, stretching you wider, making room for the obscene gush of slick that follows. Your second orgasm builds terrifyingly fast—coiling low and tight, different this time, almost too intense. Your thighs clamp around his head; your hands fist the sheets so hard your knuckles bleach white.

“C'mon, baby,” he coos mockingly, lips brushing your pulsing clit. “Give me another one. Make a fucking mess all over my hand.”

One more cruel curl, one more punishing grind of his thumb and you shatter. This one rips through you like lightning. Your whole body locks up, then convulses; a hot, gushing rush floods out around his fingers as you come so hard your vision whites out. You’re shaking, sobbing his name in broken little gasps, cunt pulsing and fluttering so violently it almost pushes his fingers out. He works you through every aftershock, slowing only when your cries turn truly wrecked and your hips start jerking away from the overstimulation.

When he finally pulls his fingers free with a wet pop, you’re boneless—limbs heavy, chest heaving, cunt still twitching with aftershocks. A thick string of your release connects his glistening fingers to your swollen entrance before it snaps. He brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean with slow, deliberate drag of his tongue, eyes never leaving yours.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice thick with dark satisfaction and something all too fond. “Fucked dumb already and I haven’t even put my cock in you yet.”

He rises onto his knees between your spread thighs, finally undoing his trousers with shaking hands. Proof he’s been just as wrecked by this as you have. His cock springs free: thick, flushed dark at the tip, veins standing out stark against pale skin, already leaking steadily. It looks obscene next to your smaller, trembling body—too big, almost, for how swollen and sensitive you already are.

He grips the base and drags the fat head through your soaked folds, coating himself in your release. The blunt pressure against your entrance makes you whimper, hips twitching toward him even though you’re oversensitive and shaking.

“Beg one more time,” he rasps, voice strained now, control hanging by a thread. “Tell me how badly this tight little cunt needs to be split open on my cock.”

“Please Draco, need it—need you—fuck me p–”

That does it.

He snaps his hips forward in one deep, ruthless thrust, burying every thick inch inside you until his hips meet yours with a wet slap. The stretch is overwhelming; you feel split open, stuffed full, the head of him nudging so deep it presses against your cervix. Your walls flutter wildly around him, still spasming from the overstimulation, trying to adjust to the impossible girth.

“Fuck,” he groans, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he fights not to come right then. “So fucking tight—even after all that.”

He starts moving slow at first, savoring the drag of your slick walls clinging to every ridge and vein Then meaner, harder, hips snapping with bruising force. The bed creaks under the onslaught; your tits bounce with every thrust; the wet slap of skin on skin mixes with your broken moans and his ragged breathing.

You’re gone. Mind blank, body nothing but sensation. Overstimulated, oversensitive, coming again almost immediately on the first few brutal strokes, walls milking him so hard he curses under his breath.

“Again,” he growls, angling his hips to grind against your clit with every thrust. “Come on my cock again, pretty girl. Milk me dry.”

Somehow you do, shaking, sobbing, coming so hard tears leak from the corners of your eyes. He fucks you through it, pace turning sloppy and desperate, chasing his own release now.

“Gonna fill this greedy cunt up,” he pants against your neck, teeth grazing your pulse. “Mark you inside and out—make sure you feel me for days.”

One final, punishing thrust and he buries himself to the hilt, cock pulsing as he comes with a low, guttural groan. Hot, thick spurts flood you, so much it leaks out around his base, mixing with your own mess. He grinds slow circles through the aftershocks, drawing out every last tremor from your overworked body until you’re both trembling, spent, and dripping.

He stays inside you for long moments after. Softening slowly, still twitching while he presses lazy, hot kisses along your jaw.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, voice wrecked and tender now. “Took everything I gave you so perfectly.”

“Yeah?” His voice is gruff and hoarse, almost like he’s keeping a whimper tight in his throat. His leg bounces as fast as his heart pounds his chest. You’re so pretty, with your pretty parted lips, and how your saliva keeps it just wet enough to shine in the warm lamp light. So plump for him to kiss and bite—

“As I was saying,” You pull your hand away, not hearing the small whine that leaves him from the lack of contact. “We need to make sure you’re comfortable for the next few hours. You said you can get agitated when there’s full moons, right?”

“Mmh.” Better a grunt than a moan. You brush it off assuming the effects of the celestial event are starting to mess with him internally.

Of course, you’re well aware that he’s got an extra pair of fluffy scratchable ears on the top of his head, an even fluffier tail protruding from the base of his spine, and sharper canines. You’re not ignorant. 

What you don’t know is that he’s much more prone to getting heated in these hours. Especially in the presence of someone who his body, mind, and soul are attuned to completely. It’s you. You're that someone.

But he has to behave for your sake. He can’t be bad, he can’t be too rash and aggressive or he might scare you off. You might not like it. But he wants you so damn bad, he can’t even hide it anymore. 

You’re rattling about restraints, something to tie him to incase he goes berserk.

Restraints. Belts. Muzzle. Chair. Tie him to a chair. He wants you to tie him to a chair.

He wants you to restrain him. He wants you to sit on his lap and feel how hard his cock is for you, feel it throb just below your cunt, grind his hips up to you still so retrained and held back that he has to beg you to ride him. He might as well ask for it. 

“…unless that’s too extreme.” You mutter, expecting a response. Nothing. Did he zone out again? What’s going on with Valko to be so distracted? He wasn’t like this last month. “Look, I know the full moon can be a messy time for you, and now that it’s a supermoon it could be worse, but I’d prefer you to actually respond— oh.”

Valko is drooling. Valko’s eyes are glazed over. Valko is blushing beyond relief. And Valko is sporting a rock hard boner.

The silence that stretches between you would have been uncomfortable, it should have been. But you seem to enjoy the rough pants that escape his lips, how his hands are balled into fists to keep himself at bay. How the veins on his neck are far more prominent now. 

You sink your teeth into your lower lip, hoping you won’t say anything foolish. 

“Don’t laugh.” Valko grits, his fluffy ears drooping a little. 

“I wasn’t going to.” You say, trying to ignore the fact that your lips are twitching into a smile.

You glance down from his agitated golden eyes to his neck, to his large muscular chest covered by the black tank you always find so attractive on him, to the taper of his waist, to the pulsing print of his cock bulging against his pants.

Now that you think of it, you two haven’t shared the bed recently. You’ve both been so busy with work that neither of you have had time for each other. And you’ve been very wound up these last few days.

“I think we should figure out what restraints will be good for you.” A purr follows your words as you rest your hands on his chest. Muscular, warm, huge chest that you love to sleep on. You’re making this much, much worse and you know it. You can hear it in the groan that rumbles in his chest. 

“Oh, is it getting worse?” You play an aloof demeanour, reaching to caress the soft ears on his head, making sure to rub on that sensitive spot where his hair is its softest. A soft moan escapes Valko’s lips as his golden eyes flutter closed.

“Please…”

“What do you need me to do, my love?” Your lips ghost the shell of his fleshy ear, tongue peeking out to trace the shell. He shudders, head lowering to give you more access, hips rocking towards you so you can feel just what you need to do. 

You don’t want that, though. He has to say it.

“I can’t help if you don’t tell me.”

A pained moan rushes right into your ear as he drops a part of his weight on you. Valko doesn’t want to say it but he also wants to say it. It doesn’t make sense. This heated state is driving him insane, and you’re giving him such a clear path to relief. But what he wants is different from what you usually do… will you agree?

With a shaky breath, Valko nuzzles the side of your neck, mustering the will to confess his desire. “You have to tell me no if you can’t do it.”

“I will.” You reassure him, stroking his soft hair. His arms wrap tight around you, grounding himself in your presence as the words unknot themselves to flow out.

“If you’re grossed out—“

“I won’t be grossed out, Val.” You softly say, rubbing circles into his lower back. “Nothing about you grosses me out. I trust you, so you need to trust that I’ll handle whatever you need and that I’ll tell you if I can’t. Outside of cannibalism, I'm not doing that.”

That makes him chuckle. “You’ll tell me the second you’re uncomfortable?”

“The millisecond.”

His next request comes out more sheepishly. “You’ll tell me I’m doing good?”

“I’ll put a poet to shame.”

“Pull my hair?”

“Put a collar on you too if you’re feeling feisty.”

A sigh of relief escapes Valko’s lips. Oh, he loves you. Finally, he pulls his face away from your neck to level your gaze with fresh determination on his face. “I want you to tie me to the chair, and ride the shit outta me.”

Ask and ye shall receive, as you hear them say.

It was easy to put Valko on a chair especially when he's drunk on your kisses, hungrily biting marks into your bare chest and stomach, gripping your hips so tight you’d think he’s terrified that you’ll run. It was easier to get soaked just from watching him strip for you— that, and having his fingers curl so good inside your cunt as he slurped and lapped at your clit.

The only ‘difficult’ part was restraining him to the chair, legs, arms, and torso roped tight, and that’s just because he’s antsy whenever the full moon happens. 

But something about this supermoon has got him more riled up than usual. Why, you ask?

You’ve been bouncing on the man’s cock for two hours. 

You’re not complaining, you love every second of this. Your walls are fluttering around him as he slides in and out of you so easily, caught by you keeping his fat tip inside leaking all that sticky, hot precum before you drop into his lap again and again and again. 

“Val— ooh, fuck!” Your praise has otherwise become mush, slurred moans of his name and whatever adulation could come to mind. Valko doesn’t mind since he isn't doing any better. If anything, he’s lost the need to think.

“S-So good,” His throat is torn from how loud he’s been, his hips jutting into you even with his thick, corded thighs roped down to the chair. His tail is slapping the floor, his fluffy ears are twitching. He can barely move, limbs strapped down and a collar wrapped around his neck at his own request. And he loves it.

He wants to cum so bad. But then he’d end up swelling so much that he’d be stuck for hours, just grinding and grinding and plugging his seed inside instead of feeling you slap down on him with each rise and fall of your full hips. He wouldn’t have your soft breasts bouncing in his face, or feel your hands scratch his undercut and pull his hair, or hear the hiccups in your voice or the ragged moans in his own.

Why make this pleasure so short-lived when he can prolong it? 

His cock is leaking like a faucet, keeping him smooth and wet for you to use him as you please, pulsing with the desire to just release. His sacks are drawn up tight, literally clenching with enough cum to repopulate a country, and yet he still won’t give in.

Valko drags his tongue up your jaw all the way to your cheekbone. “ ‘m I fuckin’ you good?”

“Hah— mhm. Such a good boy.” You ramble into his lips as you kiss him, slipping your tongue inside to taste him as if he isn’t all that you can sense. “So big and thick and hot… so— Valko— so full ‘f you, want you deeper, you’re so good!”

You’re on orgasm number five by now, gripping onto Valko’s strong shoulders for dear life, back arched, tugging his hair like you want to rip his red locks off. It’s the supermoon, you tell yourself, it must be shooting his stamina through the roof.

It fucking has to be if he’s been rutting into you like a bullet train without cumming even once. His girth twitches with every rock of your plush hips, it leaks and weeps inside you every time you squeeze him hard enough to cut off his blood flow. It has to hurt, prolonging his climax for this long.

Valko likes it that way. He likes the hurt. He likes the way his body just responds to you so well, like you’re made for each other. You have to be.

Your knees are starting to ache. Your thighs are burning from the constant bouncing up and down his thick length but the feeling of him dragging through your walls with each vein pressing against your walls is too good. The overwhelming bump of his cockhead kissing your cervix may just tip you over the edge again. The fucking curve of his cock and the angle just lets him reach the sensitive nerves of your g-spot so good every damn time!

You love these fucking supermoons.

“Valko,” You hum, licking his lips then his chin and jaw, your breath heavy as you maintain your pace. Just a few more and you’ll be in pure bliss. But you need him there with you. “I’m close. I’m so close. Hnn, need you— cum with me.”

“You— oh, you sure?” He whimpers, nuzzling you as you lick the tears off his cheeks. “I’ll—“

“Knot me, mhm.” You nod, rubbing your nose into his cheek, inhaling his scent. This man’s frenzied behaviour has been rubbing off on you too much, not that there’s reason to complain. “You’re gonna swell up so fuckin’ thick, yeah?”

He nods. “Gonna plug all that cum in me, keep it warm inside while you grind ’n rut into me?”

“Yeah,” He affirms, his arms pulling against the restraints. Is this what you want? You want him to bond with you to that much of an intimate extent? You must truly love him. “ ’m gonna stay in you the whole night, snug inside. But I like when you ride me.” You can feel him pouting as he pecks your skin. So cute.

“Then you’ll be a good boy, right?” You coo, your hands cupping his face as you press your thumbs on his lower lip. “Cum with me, and stay inside all night.” You fight every urge to give in to the pleasure when he bites your fingers.

You suck his upper lip, letting your moans vibrate into his. “Can you do that for me?”

Valko’s a simple man. You ask for something and he’ll give it to you with a smile. Like he is now, canines bared, tongue lapping at your fingers before he attacks your lips with a bruising, hot kiss. He pulls away just for a second to mutter against your mouth, “I love you.”

“I know, baby.” You huff, smiling into the kiss as you scratch his fluffy ears. Valko’s hips rut up faster and you can feel his cock swell at the base, almost ready to be plugged into you. Oh, he is so going to eat his cum out of you once he’s soft. “Now be good and cum with me.” 

You look up, expecting to be met with your 6’2 hunk of a boyfriend. Maybe in loungewear, with his glasses resting low on his nose, a book in hand. 

Instead, an older woman looked at you with fear, disgust, and confusion all at once.

“Can I help you?” she asks condescendingly.

You stutter, still shocked. 

“If you’re just going to stand there, then get off my property. I won’t hesitate to call the police.” she huffs.

Her property? What the hell was she talking about? 

“Go on then.” she shoos you away, closing the heavy wooden door right in your face.

You remain standing there, baffled, before slowly turning around and looking at the cars in the driveway. Three sleek Mercedes’. And Valko’s jeep was nowhere in sight.

Your hands start trembling as you slowly make your way back to your own car. Shutting the door behind you once you sit in the driver’s seat, you pull out your phone again.

You decide to call his aunt. Surely she’d know where he was. 

You sigh in relief once she picks up, and immediately ask her about Valko’s whereabouts, without even bothering to greet her properly.

She’s quiet on the other side of the line before speaking. “... Who?”

Your mouth falls agape ever so slightly, and your eyebrows knit together in a frown. “Valko. Do you know where he is? I’ve been trying to reach him all morning.”

She’s quiet again, but this time breaks her silence with a chuckle. “Sweetheart, did you hit your head? Who’s Valko?”

The hand holding your phone up to your ear falls in your lap, as tears start to well in your bottom eyelids.

Although you’re not on speaker, you can still faintly hear the sound of her voice. 

“Y/N? Are you still there?” she questions, before laughing again. “I swear if this is another one of your pranks―”

You hang up before she can finish her sentence. 

You stare down at your phone, and click on your camera roll.

There are no photos of him. There are no videos of him. Your album of him is gone. 

Valko is gone.

Lost on what to do, you break down. The tears instantly stream down your face, hot and heavy. Your heartbroken sobs echo through your car. You fold in on yourself, leaning forward until your forehead rests against the steering wheel. The cries that rip out of your throat only get louder as you close your eyes, blinking the tears away.

The next thing you know, you’re in bed again. The sheets cling to your body due to the sweat rolling down your back. It’s humid, and sticky, and you feel as though you’re suffocating. 

You immediately sit up and tear the covers off of you to catch your breath. 

That’s when you realize… Valko. Where is he?

Your gaze drops down to your right. 

There he is. Lying down with an arm propped behind his head, the other resting on his chest.

You nearly pounce on him, grabbing him firmly by the shoulders and shaking him awake. 

“Valko! Come on, wake up, please―” you mutter, your voice raspy and broken as you start tearing up again.

But he doesn’t budge. You pray it’s just him being his usual heavy sleeper self, and continue trying to wake him up. 

Eventually, he starts to stir, eyelashes fluttering open.

You stop your motion and stare down at him with wide eyes, and tear streaks adorning your cheeks.

Once his vision focuses and he takes in your appearance, he immediately sits up.

“What’s goin’ on?” he asks, large hands already moving to cup your face.

But the second you feel his warm touch again, the dam breaks and you sob even more. Your hands move to rest against his own, as you lean into his palms. “I―” you start but choke on your words. 

His golden eyes dart back and forth between yours. “Hey, it’s okay, take your time. Use your words.”

You sniffle repeatedly, catching your breath. He continues wiping your tears away with the pads of his thumbs, remaining silent.

Once you feel more calm, you speak up. “You were gone… you left–you left me.”

Now it’s his turn to frown, but he still says nothing.

“You left. Like you never even existed.” your breath hitches. “I tried calling you but I couldn’t find your contact on my phone—and there was an old rude lady living at your house, and I called auntie to ask about you and she was acting like she didn’t even know you.” you ramble, your words occasionally getting cut off with your sobs and voice cracks.

He lets out the breath he was holding before pulling you in. You immediately bury your face into his chest.

“I’m here, baby.” He whispered against your ear. “You hear my heartbeat? Smell me?” he presses kisses to your head. “I’m right here. Not goin’ anywhere.”

Pressing your ear to the spot right over his heart, you listen to it beat against his ribcage, focusing on the familiar and comforting rhythm. Your crying eventually ceases, and you’re left hiccuping and letting out deep breaths. 

His hands continue caressing up and down your back until he feels you’ve really calmed down.

You’re the first to pull away, and you wipe your tears while staring down at your lap. 

He notices how distant you look and cups your jaw with one hand to make you look up at him. 

“Feelin’ better?” he asks, eyes unusually soft. 

You slowly look up to meet his eyes and shrug.

“It was just a bad dream, ‘kay? I’m not leaving you.” He leans down, nuzzling his nose against yours. “Ever.”

Your eyes flutter shut as you lean up so your foreheads touch, and you breathe him in. You immediately bask in his warm, inviting scent that you swore could wake you up from a coma. “... Promise?”

“I promise.” he whispers against your skin, letting his words sink in.

You look up at him through your wet lashes. He stares down at you in silence, his eyes half-lidded, before slowly and carefully leaning down. You try to meet him halfway and lean into him as well, closing your eyes. 

But instead of pressing his lips against your own, he swipes his tongue against the corner of your left eye, licking your tears away. 

Your eyes snap back open and you stare at him in shock. “Valko.” you reprimand, yet your voice is soft and still exhausted.

He pulls back, and looks as though he’s deep in thought. “Salty.” he finally comments, the corners of his lips tilting into a smirk.

You continue to stare at him with parted lips. “... You’re gross.” you scoff.

But he’s quick to lean in and lick the tears from your other eye. You yelp, moving away and trying to push him off, giggling in the process.

His hands move to grab your waist, pushing you back against the mattress as he climbs on top of you.

You shield your face from him, arms coming up to hide it.

His fingers slip under your shirt to tickle your skin, making your defenses drop. He takes the opportunity to lean in again and lick an annoyingly long stripe up the side of your face, tracing the tear tracks on it. 

Your laughter echoes through the bedroom as your legs start kicking up in all directions. “Valko, enough!”

He continues for a good two minutes before finally stopping. You’re caged between his biceps, staring up at him, while you try to catch your breath. He’s slightly winded too, and some of his hair has fallen on his forehead. 

“... I love you.” he mutters.

Your heart squeezes painfully, and you cup his face with both hands, caressing his jawline. “I love you too.” you respond.

He leans down, lips finally pressing against your own. 

Reminding you that he was real, present, and that nothing would ever change that.

notes :: did i write this whole thing in one sitting? yes! did i have to lock myself in my room to write this whole thing in one sitting? yes! my translator died for some reason and i crashed out numerous times, plus my search history makes me seem like im insane. but it worth it. i still think the smut part turned out kindaa badly and i read it a loooot of times, but fml i give up. (and the smut part is 4k words long...)

You never thought you’d end up with someone like Maki. It was more likely because your parents were so obsessed with your life and who you like, you thought you'd marry someone they liked more rather than you. You have already accepted your fate when you were thirteen, going to church with your head ducked down, eyes fixed on your steps and your dark brown boots. You thought your parents would have control over your life until you die. They would decide your future career, who you date, marry, how many children you will have.

Your mother is a believer of Christ, and your father just loves your mom so much he had turned to Christianity for their love to last. In contact, you’ve never really understood the hype around religions. Obviously you were afraid to admit this to your parents as a kid, and you are still afraid to do it at the age of twenty something. 

You steal a glance at your parents sitting in the corner, and you feel the pit of your stomach burning as you see their judgemental gaze as they watch your husband dance like an idiot on the dance floor. He's drunk, might be the drunkest you’ve ever seen him, his shirt already having the top two buttons undone.

That burning sensation crawls up to your throat the moment you see your mom lean closer to your dad, whispering something into his ear. 

“Why don't you dance with him?” Someone of the guests pats your forearm, making you look away from your parents. You don't exactly know who she is, but she sounds sweet, her voice like honey. Might be one of Maki’s relatives. 

You shoot her a smile, shaking your head. Just imagining your parents' reaction at you dancing with someone they hate makes your eyes tear up with shame. “He’s funny to watch”

“Come on, darling! It's your wedding” She says, something like sadness lingering in her eyes. Your eyes flicker between your parents and Maki who still dances with nothing bothering him in the world, a big smile on his face. 

You can't stop the smile that tugs in the corner of your lips as you watch him, feeling the burning sensation getting washed away by butterflies. After a few moments of hesitation, you stand up and walk up to him. When he sees you, his whole face lights up as he walks towards you and embraces you into a tight hug, the champagne in his hand darting dangerously close to the glass’s rim as he moves. “Finally!” you feel his breath on your neck “I thought you'd never dance with me” 

You smile as you pull back from the hug and hold his hands, and Maki spins you around with a laugh. For the rest of the night, you decide to not look at your parents. They can rot in the corner of the room. 

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Maki kicks the door of the hotel room with his leg lazily, a soft click signaling that the door is locked. His tongue has been exploring your mouth since you two have gotten out of the elevator. You tried to stop him, giggling as you took your heels off, but he said he just ‘couldn't stop himself’ so you let him. 

His hands softly grazed your waist, touching the exposed skin there. Your wedding dress was designed a little bit differently than the ones you used to see in tv shows and movies. It wasn't that big, and didn't have that dramatic skirt part. It was basically a pencil skirt made out of silk fabric. The shoulder part hung off your shoulders, exposing your collarbone, the back was cut out down to your waist. 

Maki pushes you back gently, leading you to the king sized bed in the middle of the room. The swan origami pieces of towels are still perfectly settled in the middle of it. When he softly bites your bottom lip, you let out a hiss and pull back.

You have been fantasizing about this moment your whole life. What is it like to be in someone's arms? What is it like to be intimate with someone? It's kinda embarrassing to admit that ever since you knew what ‘sex’ meant, you imagined yourself having it. It's even more embarrassing to admit how much it scared you. 

You pull your shaky hands away from his shoulders, fiddling with your silver necklace instead. Maki’s eyes scan your face confusedly, his thick brows knitting together in a frown. “Is everything alright?” he whispers as he lets his own hands drop from your waist.

You step away, putting a distance between you two. The truth is that you are even more scared now in the moment that you were when you just thought about it. Having sex is a big thing. You always thought you were just overthinking everything, about having it with ‘the right person’ or ‘regretting it right after’. As your friends also said — you will forget all your worries when you are in the moment. 

That's supposed to happen now, right? So why does your stomach do backflips like your life depends on this? It's your wedding night. You must have sex on your wedding night. Everybody knows that it's a tradition, Maki too, and looking at his confused face makes you spiral shamefully. It's his night too. 

“I'm sorry I just—” you say, sighing deeply. “I’ve never really been with anyone before” 

The silver necklace between your fingers lets out a small sound as it rips, falling to the ground. You and Maki both follow it with your eyes, and you take another step back. God, you can't cry now. It can't happen. You can cry after you’ve done it and you lay in your bed in darkness, but not now! 

Seeing the concern on your face, Maki’s expression softens and a small smile tugs in the corner of his lips. “Hey, it's okay” 

Your body tenses “Okay? No it's not… I’m just, I shouldn't feel like this” 

He steps closer and rubs your shoulders softly, fidgeting with the hem of your dress. “Can I take you somewhere? And you can talk about it if you want” he tilts his head as he looks at you, and when was the time when you could say no to that handsome face of his? 

You nod your head, and he grabs your hand excitedly as he leads you out of the room and gestures to you to stay silent by putting a finger in front of his lips. You swallow a giggle when you get in the elevator, him still holding your hand when he presses the 0 button. 

“Maki, I don't have shoes on” you laugh, balancing your weight from one foot to the other on the cold tiles. 

He looks down to your naked feet and laughs too. The elevator stops with a soft ding sound, and Maki suddenly squats down to grab onto the back of your knees and your waist, unexpectedly picking you up from the ground. A small scream leaves your mouth, the action catching you off guard and you try to grab onto the back of his neck as quickly as possible so you don't fall from his arms.

“What are you doing silly?” you ask, giggling. 

“I don't want my princess to catch a cold” he simply answers as he presses a kiss to your forehead and steps out of the elevator, walking through the hallway that leads to the parking lot. 

He doesn't even put you down when he opens the heavy door, he just kicks it open. It's already late at night, the whole hotel is covered in warm lights that leave everyone's jaw open. 

When choosing the hotel to stay in after your wedding, you let Maki choose. He chose a hotel in a rich city you’ve never been in, that's another reason why your parents hate him. They always wanted you to have your wedding in your hometown, not some luxurious place. 

You wanted him to surprise you with something, and this will also happen with your honeymoon. Yes, you have no idea where you are going to stay during your honeymoon with your husband. Most people were shocked when you told them this, but you trust Maki’s choice of places when it comes to things like this. He always knows the best places, when you two met and he took you on dates, he was always the one who chose the restaurants. It was always the same line he told you ‘let me surprise you’ with that slight tilt of his head and puppy eyes that you could never say no to.

The soft summer breeze tickles your skin as Maki carries you to your car, and you can't stop admiring his face in the dim lights of the hotel as he walks, not an ounce of struggle sitting out on his expression as he grips your legs and waist strongly.

He only puts you down when he has to open up the passenger seat’s door for you. Then, he slides onto the driver's seat and starts the engine. He smiles at you before he drives out of the packed parking lot. 

“Where are we going?” you ask while looking out of the window, the city’s lights making your eyes sparkle. 

“Don't be nosy” he answers, tone low. “Let me surprise you” 

And you do, like always. You don't say anything else until you get there, letting him take the turns that you have no idea of where they lead. You never thought you'd trust a man like you trust Maki. With him, everything feels safe. Sometimes it feels like he's not even a man, because he's so loyal and kind, and also caring.

And as your mom taught you, only religious men can be like that, who follow the Bible.

Maki leans back in his seat when he stops the engine, turning his head towards you. You scan the place when you look out of the front window, then you narrow your eyes at him with a smile on your face.

“A convenience store?” 

He nods proudly “It's 2 am, nothing else is open” he slowly slides his hand to your lap, interlinking your fingers together. “Let's get snacks”

The store is big. Obviously you have been in a big store, that's not the case, but for a convenience store this is the biggest you’ve ever been in. The cashier is barely awake, he’s holding onto the countertop with all his strength so he can stay standing, but his head is ducked down and you can't see if his eyes are open or closed because his red cap covers his face, but you have a guess.

“I’ve never been in a convenience store so big” you comment as you let Maki grab onto your hand, interlinking your fingers again. You imagined you and Maki from the perspective of an outsider, because how dumb is it to see a freshly married couple in a wedding dress and suit (well, not really a suit anymore because he took off the blazer and his shirt is half undone) in a convenience store in the middle of the night.

“I heard you can make multiple variants of ramen here” he says as he leads you to the snack section, stopping in front of the sweets.

He hums as he looks up and looks for your favorite snack, and he lets out an excited ‘ah!’ when he finally finds it and picks it up. 

“But you don't even like sweets?” you ask confusedly, Maki just shrugs. 

“I know, but I want to make you feel good. If you like sweets then we are getting sweets.” he states and puts the pack of brownies in your cart. Then he looks back on the shelves and picks up a few more snacks randomly. 

“What are you doing?”

“We should try them” he smiles and leans in to kiss your cheeks, not even caring to look at the price of the sweets. Around five different types of chocolate bars in different sizes and flavors, three packs of gummy bears and eight packs of brownies were in your cart when he finally decided it's time to pay and leave. It took you a few minutes to convince him to get something he likes too, and grumbling to himself he picked up a singular pack of cheetos. 

You stayed up all night, but you did not have sex on your wedding night. Instead, you and Maki ate every sweet (and the cheetos) you bought, and you had to admit that for some reason they tasted way better than the ones you used to eat in your hometown. It's like the quality was better, maybe because their prices were three times more expensive than the ones you buy on bad days in your town’s corner shop, when you have your period or just have a bad day at work. They gained a whole new meaning in your eyes.

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Maki watches the glint in your eyes when he moves behind you and grabs your wrists to slowly move away your palms from in front of your eyes. Your jaw nearly drops and he can't help but laugh at your reaction. 

A freaking yacht? 

“You rented a yacht for our honeymoon?” you ask, fixing your eyes on the huge ship. 

It was enormous. Multiple floors, balconies and the whole thing was so long you questioned if he didn't invite more people, because there's no way you two will have this whole thing for a week all to yourselves. 

“Well” he laughs and moves to your side, his hand squeezing your waist “I didn't rent it”

Your eyes widen as you look at him, and he looks down at you with a smirk on his face. 

Your breath hitches in your throat. “You—? There's no way, Maki” you shake your head, looking back at the huge yacht. This couldn't be true. 

“Accept this as my wedding gift for you, wifey” 

“Guests buy wedding gifts for the married couple and not the husband for the wife. Especially not a whole yacht” 

He laughs and reaches down to your hand, sliding his big palm onto yours. “Aren't you happy? We can do whatever with this. I know you love the ocean, so why not explore it a little bit?” he hints a kiss in your hair. 

You shrug, just imagining how expensive the ship was freaks you out. But at the same time, you know his family is way more different than yours. His father owns a whole damn company, and you know they are way less strict than your parents. You already knew this, but now you are sure (mainly because you can see it in front of your own eyes) that their wallet is thick. 

Your lips curl into a smile, and you turn to step on the tip of your toes and kiss him. “I’m not against it”

The rest of the day goes away pretty quickly, but you know what they say — time doesn't exist when you have a good time. And oh boy, you did have an amazing time. Turns out Maki knows how to drive the yacht, and you had to hide how much it turns you on. 

You swam in the ocean numerous times, because your husband not only bought you the whole yacht but apparently clothes too, and shoes, and bags, and there is a whole damn kitchen downstairs which is full of food and bowls and everything you might ever need for cooking. 

He led you around in your new ship — obviously holding your hand the whole time — and as you entered every room, with each one it seemed more like a place to live in rather than a place to just explore the ocean with. There are numerous guest rooms in it, but your favorite one is the so-called main bedroom, because it's underwater.

It's on the very bottom floor, which has a beautiful view of the underwater and you can see the fishes swimming around in the clear water. It's huge, with a wardrobe that is big enough to be a whole other room, and a bathroom that leads from the room! The bed is placed in the middle of the room, and it has red silk sheets on it, which almost made you throw away your brain when you saw it.

Maki knows you love to sleep with silk sheets. They are so comfortable, and even though sometimes you have terrible insomnia the feeling of it wrapping around you helps you calm down. 

The bottom floor also has a spa in it, and you and Maki spent a good hour there, just relaxing. It was the best thing ever. He understands you without words, and it kinda makes you freak out after all the shit your parents put in your head at your young age. The thing about religious men, and royalty to God. Maki didn't have all of this. 

But he had way more. And he was always ready to give you everything you needed. It felt like you finally got free, cause look at you: on a yacht alone with your husband who can apparently drive the yacht and is rich, what is this if not the greatest rebellion against your shitty parents?

The best part of your day was when you opened up to Maki about your controlling mom and your dad who follows whatever she does. Obviously, he already knew how your parents are. The day he met them wasn't the best memory for him for sure. They weren't welcoming at all, and they constantly asked about his family and their beliefs. It happened, but after that it never really got brought up between you two. It was kinda your fault, because you were trying to avoid the religion topic as much as you could in the past years, and talking about your parents felt way too close to it. 

But sitting in the sauna after a relieving massage made it feel easier to talk about it for some reason. You felt like this was the right time. And Maki listened quietly, sitting in front of you only in a towel that covered his bottom half while he breathed heavily because of the heat, sweat drools trailing down from his toned chest to his abs until they disappeared into the towel. 

He said he understands why you avoided the topic for this long, and he knows it must’ve caused you trauma as a child. He straight up comforted you with a hug when you got out and took a shower and you finally weren't all sweaty.

Now it's around seven in the evening and you are splayed on the huge bed, tangled in the silk sheets while he is sitting by the bedframe, a glass of wine in his hand and yours is on the bedside table. You don't know what he sprayed the bed with, but you just can't get enough of the sweet vanilla scent. You look out of the huge window, admiring the way some fishes swim in front of the window. It makes you wonder: aren't they scared of you? Can they even see through the glass? 

Maki, however, has his eyes on you. The way you lay on the bed with both of your arms stretched out next to you, your legs slightly hanging off of the edge of the bed. Your hair is all over around your head, your eyes shining as you look at the fishes. 

He can't get enough of the sight of you, but why would he, when you just look so fucking pretty all the time? He’s sure he'll forever be obsessed with you. He loves you when you wear makeup, and when you don't. He loves you when you dress elegantly, and when you dress comfortably. He loves you when you make your hair, but he also loves you with all his heart when you just woke up and your hair is a mess. 

Maki moves his eyes from your face to your legs, trailing down on your body, the way your hips curve, the way he can slightly see into your shirt because of the angle you are in.

He takes a big sip of his wine, swallowing it hard. He can't believe that all of this is real, everything he ever imagined with you will become real in the upcoming years. You will get a house together, maybe a dog or a cat, children… 

God, he just can't believe you are his. He can't believe that there's this person out there who looks just like that, and is kind and innocent just like that, and is also his wife. Forever. 

He can't help the way his cock twitches in his pants, already hard at the mere thought of having you. 

Maki coughs awkwardly and puts his wine down on the bedside table next to yours before he breaks his glass with his strong grip. 

“So” he says, voice coming out firmer than expected. “Before me, you’ve actually never—” he doesn't finish the sentence, because he's too embarrassed to. What kind of question is this? 

The truth is that you and Maki have been together for only a few years, and the marriage was sudden but definitely not rushed. It felt just right in this tempo, even though it was fast. You’ve talked about numerous things, but one thing that never got into your conversation was past relationships. It might've been because you avoided the religious topic and that came with avoiding the relationship topic too — again, because your parents were too close to both of these. 

You sigh and prompt yourself on your elbows, turning your head back to look at him. “No” you shake your head, confused at the sudden question. 

Maki bites down his lip, dropping his hands onto his lap. “Right” he coughs again, and it makes you smile when you realize why he acts like this all of a sudden. 

“Is my husband hard at the thought of me being a virgin?” you tease.

Maki laughs awkwardly, his cheeks getting red at your teasing immediately. He reaches over to the bedside table for his wine to drink the rest of it that's left in the glass. His tongue darts out to lick his lips. “Perhaps” 

You sit up fully and turn around to face him, your eyes trailing down to the visible bulge in his pants. And in this room, with these beautiful windows around you on the bed covered in red silk sheets, suddenly it doesn't seem so scary. You feel more confident than ever. “Don't be shy, tell me what you want” 

You get on all fours to crawl closer to him, and as you reach him you press a kiss on his neck. He sits with his legs straightened and you are above his legs as Maki looks over at your shoulder, watching the way your back arches as you press kisses on his skin. He lets out a small sound that makes you pull back and look into his eyes. 

“I was thinking about how I should thank you for the yacht.” You sit down on his thighs, putting one hand on his shoulder while your other hand wanders to his sweatpants. You keep eye contact with him as your hand goes past the hem of his pants and you grab him through his boxers, massaging his twitching cock slowly. 

“Shit” He breathes, looking down at your hand and the way you work him up even more. 

The truth is that you have no idea what you are doing. But it seems like it's right, because his expression softens and he frowns his brows together like he could come just from this. You pull your hand away from his pants, leaving him aching for more. 

You cup his cheeks in your hands and move closer, needing to close the distance between you. As you straddle his lap you kiss him deeply and slowly, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip and taste the sweetness of it. You put your whole weight down on his lap, kind of unsure of what to do. 

Maki slightly moves his hips upwards to press his bulge to your clothed crotch, dragging his hips back and forward as he grabs onto your sides and moves you on his lap. You let out a soft moan as you press your nails into his shoulders. 

He pulls back from the kiss and watches as you chase after him with your eyes closed. The sight makes his lips curl up in a small smile, just so his dimples are showing. “Are you sure?” he asks, tone low.

He does it again. That look that you can't say no to, with the slightly tilted head and the puppy eyes. So you say yes. Honestly, you are so horny by the feeling of his bulge pressing to your core that if he didn't look at you like that you would probably say yes too. 

You nod your head, ready to kiss him again but he stops you by cupping your cheeks. “I want you to say it” 

“Yes. Gosh— Yes I’m sure”

He drops his hands from your cheeks and moves them to your sides to let them explore your body under your shirt, massaging your skin up and down repeatedly with his big palms. “Can I take this off?” Maki asks out of breath when he breaks the kiss, already tilting his head to mark up your neck while waiting for your answer — the answer that comes immediately: yes. 

And he does, sliding your top off of you with a slick move, throwing it away in the corner of the room. He looks at your exposed upper body up and down, those breasts he has never seen before but always ached to. It was finally time to look at them properly without feeling guilty, and he drank up every moment of it. Maki moved his hands up without a question to cup your boobs that sit so well in your red lacy bra, sliding his digits across the hem of it.

He has a look in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. His gaze darkens as he looks up at you, something that looks way too close to hunger. Seeing the way you look at him, with a concerned and hesitant expression, he leans in to press a kiss on your neck, this time only a soft one. “Do you let me take care of you, angel?” 

Your body tenses, but as he senses it he moves his hands away from your chest and moves them back to your waist to squeeze it slightly. “Only if you want to,” he hums.

“I just— I don't know what to do” You say, voice shakier than you intended it to be. 

“It's okay, I can show you everything” He smiles up at you, caressing your back, his fingers tracing your spine up and down. “I can show you how to do it right”

You run your fingers through his dark locks “Then show me. I let you” you whisper, and he slightly picks you up to move you closer to him on his lap. 

“Your bra can stay on if you want” he comments and smiles at you, and you are more than thankful to have your first time with Maki. He's the most understanding and sweetest man you've ever met. You can't even imagine your life next to someone else. 

You lean in to kiss him, because that's something you’ve mastered in the past years. Kissing him was your favorite thing to do, it was your sweet escape from everything and everyone surrounding you. Your tongue finds its way to his mouth immediately, and this time it's wilder than the ones before. It makes you get turned on, and it’s not that you’ve never got worked up by a kiss but you’ve never got this horny by a kiss. He takes the lead when he bites your bottom lip, making you let out a moan. 

Maki’s voice comes out in heavy breaths when he pulls away, making you realize you are not the only one who's this affected by the kiss. “Do you want to ride me, pretty girl?” 

You grind down your weight on his lap again, just to try to calm the heat between your thighs. “Yes” you whimper. 

With a steady move, he turns you around on his lap and pushes you down on his clothed cock, just to feel your wet pussy through fabric one more time. In this angle, you can't see what he's doing. It's kind of exciting, because you can only feel how his fingers move to your clit as he circles it through your panties with a firm movement, but you can't see his face while he's doing it. 

You let out a moan when he drags his finger from your clit to your hole and slowly pushes it up just to tease you, still through your panties. He gestures to you to get up from his lap but only for a moment so he can pull his pants and boxer down, freeing his aching hard cock from the clothes that kept it suffocatingly. 

You can't even gasp for air when you feel his fingers getting hooked up in your panties as he pulls them aside. Then, he slides his middle and index finger to your wet clit, playing with your bud. 

You grab onto his shin, slightly arching your back as you push yourself upwards, back toward his hand. 

“Chill, you are too greedy” Maki smirks — at least he sounds like he does, because you can't see his face. However, he pushes a finger inside your pulsating hole, and you moan at the sudden sensation. He only has one finger in you, but it already feels too much. 

“Are you okay?” he whispers, and you let out a shaky ‘yes’. He takes his time and lets you adjust to his finger before he slowly starts moving it in and out of you, stretching you out. As he does so, you get on all fours and arch your back more so he can reach and see you better while he works to open you up. Seeing you getting wetter as he fingers you makes his cock even harder, and with his other hand he starts to stroke himself slightly. 

When you are near crying, he pulls his finger out and grabs your hips to push you down in a sitting position again. “I won't let you cum. Not yet. You have to feel my cock” he teases as he kisses your spine. 

Maki reaches to the bedside table and pulls the top drawer out, rummaging through the stuff until he grabs a condom and a bottle of lube. Oh, so he really got ready for this honeymoon. You wait until he puts the condom on for himself, and you feel like maybe you should've helped him with it, because that's what wives do, right? You shake the negative thoughts off of your head before they could grow on you and look back across your shoulder, just to see him biting down his lip as he carefully smears the lube on his cock. 

“You alright?” he asks when he sees you looking at him.

You swallow hard and nod, moving back on your knees to settle yourself above his aching cock. You reach down to touch it and you stroke it a few times, hearing a groan from Maki as a reaction. As you touch it, you can feel a vein popping out on the side of his dick, from the base to the tip. You trace your finger across it. He's big. Not that thick, but long. Well, you don't really know what is considered big or long, but for you, he’s definitely big. 

When Maki sees you hesitate, he grabs onto your waist. “Need some help?” 

You let him line himself up in front of your entrance and move you down, slowly pushing you down on his cock. “Deep breaths, darling” he warns you as he slowly pushes into you inch by inch, stopping time to time and waiting for you to adjust yourself to his size. 

When you finally think you got used to his size, you slowly start to move, at first forwards and back. The stretch feels so good, it feels like it's going to rip you in half anytime but in the best way possible. Then, when you gain strength you get off of his cock and let yourself drop down, earning a moan from him. 

“Do that again, pretty” he says, hands resting on your hips. 

You do it over and over again until you are straight up bouncing on his cock. Maki’s grip on your hips grows rougher and so does he as he can’t control himself anymore and he fucks up into you as he rolls his hips. Each movement knocks the air from your lungs and each one becomes harsher than the last.

A deep groan escapes him at the sight of you - your pretty peach butt, the way your pussy takes him so well – it drives him insane. “Fuck, your virgin pussy stretches out so well for me”

The rough pace brings tears to your eyes, soft whimpers leaving your lips with each movement. Suddenly, he bottoms out fully and removes you from his cock before you could reach your orgasm — leaving you confused. 

You turn back, frowning. 

“I need to fuck you raw, I just can't — I have to feel you around me” he says out of breath at your reaction, pulling the condom off of his fully hard cock. He just throws it away and smears his pre-cum down on his member to make it easier to slide back into you. 

“You are so damn pretty” Maki grabs your hips again and guides you back onto his shaft, this time taking him isn't that hard as before. Without the condom, you feel him more deeply, you can feel the vein you traced with your finger now, and it turns you on even more. 

A moan leaves your mouth at the feeling of it as you begin to move yourself back and forward again, feeling his length deep in your stomach. After a few moments of teasing you lose control again and you are riding his cock relentlessly, his hand comes up to grab your hair which makes you arch your back.

The intensity builds quickly, your thoughts slipping away as everything narrows down to the way he holds onto your hair and pulls it, the way he won’t let you slow down. His grip turns almost possessive. “I can't believe I’m the one who has you, all for myself” his hand lets go of your hair and drops down to trace your spine, making you arch even deeper “Don’t stop,” he breathes, though it sounds more like a warning than a request – even if you’re not the one in control. Your name falls from his lips, sending a jolt through you. Every movement feels messy, completely out of control now, and so is Maki.

He whimpers as he leans closer to you when your movements become sloppier by each second. “I'm going to finish” he warns, then adds “In you”

Maki presses himself against your back while his hand finds your stomach, softly pushing it down. You whine as you look down at his hand and stop moving, letting him finish. Maki thrusts into you a few more times but his movements are falling apart, until he eventually fills you up with a last, strong thrust. He pushes down your stomach even harder, making you feel every drop of his cum filling you up. It feels more than amazing. 

You drop your weight on him as you try to catch your breath, him still being in you. Your orgasm is so close too, so, so close you have to have it. So you decide to lift yourself up and drop down again. The sudden continuation makes Maki gasp underneath you. You end up riding his soft cock until you cum too, your thighs shuddering by the time you finish. 

You practically have to gain strength to pull off of him and lay down next to him on the silk sheets. For a few moments you both stay silent, and the only sound in the room is your heavy breathing. 

Then, Maki speaks up “I can't believe you are my wife” 

You move your eyes away from the fishes to look at his expression, a few strands of hair sticking to his forehead with sweat “And I can't believe you are my husband” 

“Come on” he laughs, making his dimples appear “So, how was your first time?” 

“I honestly couldn't imagine a better first time” 

Maki reaches out to touch your hand and interlink his hand with yours. “Then we should do this more often. I’ve been waiting to make you mine since the first time I saw you.” he comments “Besides, there are many places on this yacht and we have a whole week alone” You look up at him, and you both of you smiling at each other.

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harua was standing in front of the sink, lost in the piling up dishes he still had yet to wash. his hands were working meticulously, lips pursed in concentration on getting that stubborn yellow stain out of the plate.

his figure was covered in an oversized t-shirt and boxers that peeked from underneath every time he raised his hands to put up a plate he'd rinsed.

leaning forward in your seat at the kitchen bar, your hand underneath your chin while the other palmed the growing heat between your legs. you squeezed your thighs shut, trying to control your own needs until he's done with his chores.

harua began humming a song, hips slightly swaying as he piled the yet-to-rinsed dishes on one side of the sink. he began scrubbing the chopsticks, carefully cleaning them, but they were too slippery for his small hands. the chopsticks fell with a clatter to the floor, harua tsked in annoyance.

you watched him move, quickly rinsing his hands then bending over to grab the fallen utensils. the moment he bent, it was like heaven had opened her gates in front of you. boxers riding high as his shirt lifted them, showing full view of the back of his thighs and teasing his ass.

you almost let out a moan at the sight.

when harua straightened up to continue his chore, he felt a hand snake around his waist. his back pressed firmly against your chest, deliberately pressing your breasts into his back. your other hand wrapped around him, rubbing his torso up and down.

harua's head turned to his side, glancing at the small smile on your face. "you'll get splashed by the water if you're too close, my love."

"i know, baby," you hum in response, hands gently rubbing his sides and the underside of his chest. "say, wanna play a game?"

"i'm kinda too busy for that, right now." harua let out a giggle when he felt your lips leave small kisses on the back of his neck. he's always been sensitive there.

"that's okay, rua," the nickname made his heart skip a beat, his abdomen already coiling in anticipation. "it won't take too long."

harua let out a sigh, going to leave the cup that was in his hands to the side, but you stopped him. you wrapped his hand around the cup again as you shook your head.

"don't do that. just focus on washing the dishes, baby."

your hands were now rougher with touching him. moving up his chest, you flicked your finger at his nipple, drawing out a startled moan out of him.

"ah-ah," your voice was lower and quieter, whispering close to his crimson red ears. "you'll lose the game if you do that, my love."

harua's chest tightened, unsure of what game you'd been going on about.

"if you get distracted from finishing up these dishes," your hand went to his face, squeezing his cheeks to make him look you in the eyes, "i leave, and you can't cum."

saying that with such a tender smile on your face had harua thinking you were confessing your love to him for a second time, not telling him the rules of a torturous game he was about to be a part of.

so that's what she means, harua thought to himself.

his heart was now pounding against his sternum as blood rushed to his neck. squirming in place, his stance unbalanced as his arms tried to hold his weight up.

harua's eyes still stared into yours, trying to formulate a reply. his mouth opened and shut, mind still hyper-focused on keeping his balance and not cumming on the spot.

he settled for a nod, voice coming out in a small sound when you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, hands now back to their place on his chest.

harua turned around, breath shivering and unsteady, hands shaky as he picked up the sponge and glass cup. he tried to focus on the dishes, the sink, the foaming soap covering his hands, the glass cup that could shatter into a thousand pieces if it slipped from his hands.

he tried to block out your warm breath on his neck, the roaming hands groping and grabbing every inch of his skin, the knee that was now situated between his thighs as it occasionally rubbed against his balls.

he breathed out a moan, back arching slightly when you flicked his nipple a second time, eyes still focused on the cup in his hands. your lips left small kisses across the curve of his neck, licking after each kiss.

when you got to his exposed shoulder, you lightly bit into the soft, supple skin, earning a gasp from him.

your hands turned rougher. harua let out a choked sob when you lifted the t-shirt and slid your hands towards his chest again. fingers found his nipples as they mercilessly twisted and tormented him; your tongue toying with the cartilage of his flushed ears.

"please…" he groaned as his back curving once again into you.

"please, what?" your voice purred, dripping with black honey. harua whimpered when your hand made its way down his boxers, teasing his half-erect cock with the tip of your fingers while your mouth continued to nibble on his ear.

he leaned back into your embrace, forgetting about everything around him — only focusing on your hand, barely even touching him, yet the brief touch was so sweet and intoxicating.

harua tried to chase your hand that kept lifting off him, bucking his hips to reach you. a small whine escaped his throat when you pulled your hand out. he dropped the sponge and cup in the sink, thighs shaking as he tried to control himself. he couldn't cum here, not right now.

"you're not doing what you're told, rua." your hands caressed his cheeks. "are you going to be good for me?"

harua nodded frantically, tears pooling in his eyes, "i-i'll be good for you."

his gaze locked onto you as his breathing grew ragged. he pawed at your clothes, leaving soap residue on your t-shirt as he tried to shove your hand back into his boxers, pathetically whining.

"i'll be good, i'll be a good boy for you, please, please, touch me… fuck, please," his hold on your wrist grew softer as his voice shrank.

"if you can be a good boy for me, i'll let you cum, rua." hand moving down to his chin, holding it between your pointer and thumb.

your slow, thick voice put him in a trance that had him a pleading mess in front of you. he would have dropped to his knees in front of you if it weren't for the hold you had on his figure.

harua fought the urge to beg, toshove your hand down his boxers once more, but he promised he'd be a good boy, and good boys get rewarded.

determined to do his best, he stood on shaky legs, cock now fully erect as it strained against his clothes. he hissed every time his tip rubbed against the cloth. rinsing that wretched cup, he went to grab another from the unwashed pile.

"you're doing so good for me, baby." you cooed against his ear.

you felt his body react as his hips faltered. he exhaled shakily, intent on finishing the dishes. for you. so he can be a good boy.

your hands shoved his boxers down, feeling yourself grow impatient. harua gasped as his cock sprung free, back hunching when your open palm rubbed against his sensitive tip.

his moan was obscene, high-pitched as he threw his head back onto your shoulder. he had to be focused on the plate, it had to be cleaned, but your hands were too skilled, too much, too distracting for him to concentrate on anything else.

another stutter of his hips on your knee that was pressed between his legs, your hands now pumping his length at an intense pace that had harua's knees buckling underneath him.

"please," his plea broken by a choked moan. he was too sensitive to hold it back anymore. "please, i'm gonna cum— please, let me cum, please,"

his hips continued to stutter, bucking up into your hands that kept that same merciless speed, his cries filling the room. his arms braced against the sink as he bent over it.

his hips rolled into your hands an unsteady, stuttering pace, telling you he was close.

you let out another soft laugh, hands stopping at the base of his cock. harua whimpered, head now leaning forward into the sink as he couldn't stop his hips from grinding into your hand.

"are you gonna fuck my hand?" you grip his hair enough to lift his head to you.

"is that what my needy baby is gonna do? you gonna use my hand as my pussy and cum all over it?"

harua felt the room spin, mumbling incoherently as he lazily nodded, too focused on not cumming, not until you tell him to. you hugged him from behind, lifting him up straight as he leaned onto you. his head fit right into the curve of your neck as you made him watch you stroke his length.

harua felt himself getting even more aroused. he needed this, he needed you, he needed to be all over you.

he felt himself drip onto your hand. this was the limit for him. he wouldn't be able to hold it in any longer.

he gripped onto your shirt. "i've been so good today, right? please let me cum. i'll always be good for you, so, p-please…"

"you've been so good for me, my love," you press a kiss to his temple, hand now relentless as you stroked him. "does my rua want to come for me?"

harua nodded eagerly, hips already bucking up into you again. "yes, yes, please, im gonna cum, i'll—"

"cum for me, baby."

that command was all he needed to let go. a broken groan ripped through his chest as he came undone all over your hand and the kitchen cabinet in long, thick spurts followed by a weak whimper as his hips stuttered through each spasm.

his body trembled against as your hand continued stroking him throughout it. whispering sweet nothings into his ear, you felt him growing softer in your hand.

"you did so, so well for me, my love. always so good for me." you pressed a kiss to his damp temple, traveling down his face to the corner of his mouth.

harua let out a hum, breaths coming out in huffs, barely mustering enough strength to press a soft kiss to your lips, "am i… am i your good boy?"

you lifted your hand that was covered in his release to his mouth that automatically opened, licking and sucking on every finger.

"always my good boy, rua." 𖹭