secret smut blog

You consider the persuasive effects of the alcohol as your reasoning behind why you’re here now, sitting on your best friend’s couch about to get flashed by him AND his friend and your personal plug. 

Gojo Satoru, your best friend since freshmen year of uni, is the full package with his white hair soft to the touch, piercing blue eyes, dashing good looks, dimples, and a body worth melting over.

The glint of the lip ring dangling from his plump, pink bottom lip and a flash of metal on his tongue never fail to make you throb. Not to mention his confident gate around campus, goofy sense of humor, and cockiness that is more attractive than it is annoying. 

You’ve had a crush on him since freshmen year, but often locked it up and threw away the key due to how special your relationship with him. All the times he’s defended you from his stupid frat brothers who talked about wanting to fuck you, his shy, awkward little friend with the big ass glasses and her nose stuck in a book…how could you throw all of that away for these stupid, horny feelings?

And then Eren Yeager showed up, practically serving himself up to you on a silver platter to distract you from Gojo. Eren is not the typical frat boy—he comes with long, flowing black hair, gages, all kinds of piercings (one on his eyebrow, a lip ring, a sinful tongue ring, and supposedly nipple piercings), and tattoos adorning his toned body.

You sit in the basement of Gojo’s frat house with them, the sound of a party going on above your head. You hear the creaking of footsteps and the throb of music drifting through the ceiling, reminding you that anyone could come down here and see these two about to commit to your stupid, drunken dare to them. 

The corners of Gojo’s pink lips curl into a panty-dropping, crooked smile, making his dimples pop. “You lookin’ kinda scared now, mama,” he says, his blue eyes glittering with mirth and tequila. “You good? Need somethin’ more in that cup?”

You look down at the spiked punch in your cup, halfway done, and quickly place it on the coffee table nearby. The lava lamp sitting next to you illuminates your skin, turning it red, purple, and blue, fortunately hiding your flush. “N-No,” you stammer. The last thing you need is something else to make you feel woozier, bolder, and hornier. “M’not scared. Just—”

“Nervous,” Gojo interrupts with a nod. “I can tell. You never done nothin’ like this before, have you?” He crosses his beefy arms over his chest, making you envision yourself stuffing your face between his pecs or being wrapped up in his arms while you’re bouncing on his stiff, fat cock. You try to push the lewd thoughts away. Drunk or not, it’s not appropriate to be thinking about your friend like this!

‘That’s never stopped you before, slut,’ a sly voice in your head hisses at you, referring to all the nights you’ve rubbed your pussy in your dorm at the thought of Gojo…and the tatted, black-haired frat boy standing next to him. 

Eren raises one of his pierced brows. “Really? From the sounds of that dare, coulda sworn you’ve done freaky shit like this before.” His teal eyes slide over to Gojo, curious. “So how do you know?” he wonders. 

Gojo gives you the cocky smirk he’s known for, his dimples popping as he does so. “We been friends since freshmen year! I know this girl more than she knows herself…clearly.” You avert your eyes from him and Eren, staring down at your hands pressed firmly in your lap, your creamy, soft thighs exposed underneath your mini skirt. You paired it with a nice cardigan, but you still feel oh-so exposed.

“Don’t be an ass, Toru,” you grumble. “I was only kidding. You two didn’t have to go along with this if you didn’t want to.” The two frat boys laugh, the sound seductive and dripping with sex. “Nah, I’m straight,” Eren chuckles. “Just depends on whether you want this or not.” He pauses, his teal eyes grazing over you. “I can’t say your boldness wasn’t cute as hell though.” 

His compliment makes your skin burn. Gojo nods, giving you a hooded look that isn’t just from the alcohol or puffing on a blunt with Eren earlier. “Mmm-hmm. That’s why we’re here: to give you what you’re wantin’, baby.” 

“I-I don’t…” You pause, gobsmacked by these two actually being posted up in front of you, no loud noises or miscellaneous convos drifting in the smoky, weed-scented air to distract you.

Both of them hot. Both of them sexy. Both of them being the most popular frat boys on campus for their muscles, good looks, dashing smiles…and supposedly, their big, pretty dicks, stroke game, and wicked skills in the bedroom. 

To be very clear, these are all from rumors and stories you’ve heard on campus—in the back of classrooms; on the quad while you’re reading your book during free periods; in the corner of frat parties that Gojo forces you to come out to. Gossip about Eren’s supposed dick piercing and Gojo’s wicked tongue game. 

None of this is coming from you; you would never try to push the friendship between you, Gojo, and Eren….even though you have fantasized about doing so. How can you not when you’re always subjected to such obscene, lewd gossip and stories of these two putting girls in the mattress? 

Perhaps the stories plus the alcohol and wanting to prove that you aren’t just the “shy girl on campus” led you here now. Pushed you to fix your mouth to say that stupid ass dare moments before when the intoxicating false confidence from your cups of fruity punch spiked with vodka and tequila shots got to you. 

You were sitting on the couch with the two frat boys at one of Gojo’s annual frat parties raged on around you. The music was loud, the sound of Tyler The Creator’s “Sugar On My Tongue” blasting from an Alexa Pro, making your head pound. You were more inclined to go back to your dorm to read and scroll through YouTube instead of watching drunk college kids dry hump and act a fool. 

But secretly, you didn’t want to leave Gojo and Eren hanging. You wanted to spend more time with them, even if you were too shy to ask them to do so outside of studying. The frat boys were just in the middle of a game of “Truth Or Dare” while you watched and observed, giggling through your cup over how idiotic and silly they were. 

“I dare you…to smoke the rest of this blunt down to the nub,” Gojo slurred with a sloppy grin, the tequila shots catching up with him. He sat next to you, manspreading, thighs spread open in his cut-off jeans. You tried not to ogle at his crotch or his big arms bulging out of his muscle tanks that read “Sit Here!” with two arrows pointing up and down. How sleazy. 

Eren lazily looked over at his friend, his teal eyes slightly reddened by the blunt he and Gojo have been passing between each other for the past fifteen minutes…with you squeezed right in between them and trying hard not to explode over it. “Forreal?” He scoffed, taking the tiny, itty bitty piece of blunt from Gojo’s long fingers. “C’mon gimme somethin’ better. Shit, I’ve been smokin’ down to the nub since you were in pampers.” 

You watched him take a drag of the longer blunt he and Gojo were passing, holding it between his long, painted fingers, each ring on his digits glistening and winking seductively at you in the DIY strobe lights. “Prove it then, you cocky bitch,” Gojo snickered, jutting his chin at the bit of blunt between his friend’s black-painted fingers, tattoos inking his knuckles. 

Eren eyed the blue-eyed college boy with a bit of bite in them. Eren Yeager is NOT to be played with. “How you gonna disrespect and it’s my weed you’re smokin’?” he scoffed, referring to the fact that he has been Gojo and your personal plug for a year now since he transferred from Titan University your junior year. 

Everybody goes to Eren for the best weed (and pills, if you’re into that). You always go to him for a little dime piece of weed and he teases you about it, always deciding to answer the door shirtless with a smirk on his face. “Enjoy, smart girl,” he purrs once you get your green and pay him. 

“C’mon, Ren, you don’t wanna refuse my dare in front of the lady, do ya?” Gojo whispered, giving Eren a wink. The two of them gazed over at you sitting between them, practically squeezed between their toned bodies. Never mind that you three were at a party and surrounded by other people on all sides of the couch. You’d been here for over two hours, having been dragged out by Gojo since he was the one throwing it tonight. 

The music was blaring, pounding against your skull, overstimulating you along with the same spiked punch you’d been nursing. AND the fact that you were sitting so close to such attractive men that seem to have such a strong pull on you the way other college boys don’t. Gojo’s citrusy body wash in your nostrils and Eren’s tatted arm roped around the back of the couch near your neck didn’t make your situation any better. 

You made a show of rolling your eyes and nudging Gojo in his side, a little sigh leaving your lips. “Don’t, Satoru,” you sigh, sipping on your punch, becoming dizzier and heavier with each sip. Gojo poked his bottom lip out at you, cocking his head to the side. “You don’t wanna play, Y/N? C’mooon, it’s a party!” 

You squirmed in your seat, hated that he was pressuring you…but then again, one round couldn’t hurt, right? “I don’t wanna do a dare.” Gojo clucked his tongue in disappointment, rolling his blue eyes. “Party pooper.” 

“Then give me a dare,” Eren replied, smoke billowing from his pierced lips as he passed it to Gojo. “Even if it’s a lame one. Can’t be worse than the one your buddy just gave me.” 

The snow-haired frat glared at him, wrapping his thick, pink lips around the blunt, hollowing his cheeks. “Suck my dick.” Eren grinned at him, his smile cocky and secretive. “You wish. Think you’d fall in love with this mouth too much.” 

Gojo scoffed, wiggling his pierced tongue at him. “Like you wouldn’t be obsessed with a tongue like mine.” You pressed your thighs tight together, regretting wearing such a short denim skirt. This was fucking torture!

So what do you fucking do? You make it worse by sipping more of your red cup, letting the vodka settle on your tastebuds and drown out your shy, awkward personality. “All these silly dares you two are doing,” you drunkenly giggled. “I may as well dare you to kiss each other.” 

Suddenly, you paused and clapped an immediate hand on your mouth. The two frat boys stared at you, completely silent, and it made you go hot with embarrassment. “I-I was just joking,” you stammered, your skin crawling with prickles of humiliation.  

“No, you weren’t,” Eren deadpanned, not smiling but his eyes twinkled playfully at you. Gojo laughed, tossing his head back to expose his thick neck and Adam’s Apple. “Daaaamn, that’s kinda freaky, friend!” he cackled. "Whatddya say, Ren? You want a kiss?” He wiggled his brows at Eren and the black-haired frat rolled his eyes. “Fine, but don’t use no tongue.” 

Suddenly, he was leaning in over your lap and so was Gojo, leaving you gobsmacked and shook to the core. “No promises~” Gojo sang before wrapping a hand around the back of Eren’s neck and planting one on him. He did it as if he had kissed Eren plenty of times before, their lips melding into one, one pulling while the other pushed.

You watched them in shock, awe, and arousal, zooming in through your glasses on how their lips danced with one another, the glistening metal of their tongue piercings flashing at you as their tongues slipped into each other’s mouths. You caught the sound of their low moans over the blaring, throbbing music, making something else attached to your body throb. Their hot kiss caught the eyes of some horny college girls who whistled, hollered, and recorded for all of the internet to see, but either cared. 

Finally, the two pulled away, slightly dazed with hooded eyes that they trained on you.

Gojo smirked and passed you the blunt, figuring that you needed it. “How’s that for a dare, huh, mamas?” He purred. Though you didn’t smoke in public, you decided to take a slow hit anyway, letting the weed cloud your senses and make you even dizzier. You sat there, trying to recover, but you felt hot all over. “You good?” Eren asked, looking worried. “You look a little off. You wanna stop?” 

You let him take the blunt from you, knowing that you didn’t need another hit. You felt light and heavy at the same time, everything sounding louder and looking shinier. Your chest felt hot, your nipples were hard, and you could feel that your panties were damp. “I…I don’t…” You paused, your throat dry. You didn’t know what to say or how to answer.

Luckily, you were interrupted by one of the boys’ fans; a blonde chick in a mini dress and high heels who ogled their kiss too. “Hi, Satoru,” she giggled, twirling her hair in her manicured fingers. “You still comin’ over to my dorm tonight? We’re gonna watch Sinners, right?” 

You were so swept up in your own head and new, unwanted physical feelings that you barley missed what the girl said. Gojo leaned in and said something to her under his breath, right near her neck. She grinned and giggled, giving his shoulder a squeeze before she tottered off in her heels. You watched her walk off, your stomach flipping. 

“What a joke,” Eren scoffed. He sat back and watched, thighs spread in his jeans. “You really finna fuck that girl?” Gojo pulled a face like he ate something sour, gulping down the rest of his red solo cup. “Nah…not again anyway. Girl lied there like a dead fish and then had the nerve to mouth about my dick game to her friends.” 

Your ears pricked at this newfound information. “Mm…but stories get around, right? Nothin’ bad about me from what I’ve heard,” Eren chuckled, flashing you both a suggestive smirk. 

This conversation did NOT need to happen. You shouldn’t have said anything more. But dammit, the weed, the drank, and the cologne wafting off of these two idiots’ bodies were turning you into someone else. “M-Me either,” you softly replied. Eren raised a brow at this, swishing his drink around in his cup. “Oh, yeah? So you’ve heard about me?” 

He wasn’t smiling anymore, but his eyes were, so intense and playful. Teasing you so relentlessly. Gojo squeezed in a little tighter into your side, his sweat practically sinking into your skin. “What about me, babes? You never told me none of that!” Eren scoffed, waving him off with a flick of his fingers. “Like your dick is big enough to get people talkin’.” 

Your eyes widened behind your glasses, the dirty words shaking you. You felt like a nun hearing dirty talk for the first time. “And is,” Gojo remarked, tossing his friend a smirk. “Like you haven’t been eyein’ my sweats before. You know what I’m packin’, Yeager.” 

Finally, your eyes traveled lower—lower than they should’ve been—and landed right on their dicks. You didn’t miss their dick prints and you desperately wish you had, but it was impossible to not see the two obvious outlines of their bulges pressing against their pants. “I got another dare,” you blurted before you can stop yourself. They both looked at you, surprised. Eren asked, cocking his head. “Yeah? And what’s that?”

“Yeah, I’m curious,” Gojo agreed, grinning devilishly at you. "Let the vodka talk, shy girl.” 

You felt the forbidden words bubbling up at your throat, pushed by the lust, curiosity, and influence of the weed and the alcohol, and soon, they were out: “I wanna see it.” Gojo blinked at you, confused. “See what?” 

Heat engulfed you, making you feel like you were on fire. What the hell were you doing?! Why were you proposing to see your friend and your plug’s dicks?! ‘Live a little,’ the tiny voice in your head purred. ‘You know you want this.’ You didn’t look at either of them as you uttered your next request. “I mean…I dare you to let me see it. Them. Um…” You paused, blushing hot, wanting to bolt and hide under the couch. 

The silence was thick, filled with the tension of your daring dare. “Wait,” Eren paused. “Are you darin’ us to show you our dicks, shy girl?” His smile was goddamn sinful, filled with all the wickedness of the devil himself. Gojo said nothing, simply watching you.

It didn’t take long for you to break under the pressure. “No!” you giggled, sounding fake and phony even to your own ears. “No way, I-I was just joking! I just wanted to see your faces, like I was serious! U-Uh, just forget what I said and—”

“Alright, I’m down,” Gojo replied. “Can’t refuse a challenge like that, especially one from my best girl.” You gaped at him, seeing his almost lackadaisical expression, like it was nothing that his friend dared him to show her his cock. “W-What?” you gasped. “No, no, you don’t under—“ 

“Fine then,” Eren added, gulping down the rest of his beer and slamming the cup down. “I’m down too. But don’t cry when she thinks my dick is better.” Gojo just laughed, thinking this was the funniest shit ever. “Bitch, please. C’mon, mamas, let’s take this to the basement.” He then took your hand, even as you gulped and gasped like a fish, unable to protest or stop them. 

He then paused, grinning at you. “Unless you’re too scared to see if the stories are true,” he joked. “What’s the harm? I’ve seen your tits before!” And he has…not willingly. He had walked into your dorm one day while you were changing and accidentally saw you putting on your bra. “Red is your color, babes,” he joked before you squeaked and threw a pillow at him. 

You shouldn’t have been doing this. You should’ve found a way to get out of this. But you had bound yourself to this stupid idea…and you weren’t too sure if you wanted to cut the ropes. “Fine,” you determinedly said, standing on wobbly legs. “Just don’t make it weird.” 

Then they swept you away to Gojo’s empty basement where there was nothing but a lava lamp, a foos ball table, a Nintendo Switch, and a door that locked. Here you are now, faced with your own reckless. “So you still want us to fulfill this dare of yours, ma?” Eren asks, looking worried. “Don’t try to lie. Just say how you feel and we’ll be cool with it.” 

Gojo nods, his hand slightly brushing your shoulder, making you burn. “Of course! But we’ve had our little sneaky linkups here an’ there, right, babes?” His blue eyes twinkle with the secret only you two are privy to. You flush at the mention of all those secret meetups where you’d practice kissing. 

You don’t have much experience with guys. Most of them always regard you as the nerdy girl and barely pay attention to you. At the time when you were meeting up with Gojo for “lessons” and study dates, you hadn’t even kissed a guy since high school at prom. 

Wanting to be a “good friend” to you, in the past, Gojo had offered to give you tips on how to kiss a guy…which led to other things. Only dry humping, sloppy make out sessions, and dick stroking through his pants that made you feel hot and wet once you left his frat house. He had touched you a few times, only through your panties, but it was the first time any guy had touched you in such a way.

You liked that feeling—the feeling of being irresistible and wanted. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to feel that again.  “O-Okay,” you softly say. “You can take them out, I guess.” The two smirked down at you, appearing that they already knew that you’d say yes. Cocky bastards. 

And then, with bated breath, you watch as they both go for their pants. Gojo shrugs off his shorts and Eren goes for his belt, the sound of the metal buckle making you bite your lip in anticipation. Their hands went to the waistbands of their boxers and slowly, teasingly, agonizingly, they both reached in and pulled themselves out at the same time.

“Oh, my God,” you silently gasp. 

They are both just as big and thick as the rumors said they are. Each one has a vein trialing from base to tip, pulsation and in need of a long lick. Gojo’s cock is a lot longer and curves upward while Eren has a fat, heavy dick, all girth and thickness that makes you gulp, envisioning it stretching out your holes. And they both have dick piercings. You’ve never been wetter in your life than from seeing the two metal earrings glint against their cock heads.

Gojo smirks, finding your reaction priceless and adorable. “Well? Ya like whatcha see, shy girl?” he jokes. “Be honest or we won’t let you leave this couch.” 

Despite your utter adoration, admiration, and lust over their beautiful cocks, you still rolled your eyes. “Fine; yes,” you scoff, unable to take your eyes off of them. “I like them. You won. Now can you put ‘em away?” 

Gojo cackles, his cock bobbling as he did so. “Awfully feisty for a girl who dared to see her friends’ dicks,” Eren joke, smirking at you, but it isn’t the lighthearted teasing he always does. It is hotter. Molten hot. “Speakin’ of dare, I think it’s your turn again, Satoru.” 

Gojo turns those sinful, blue eyes on you and smiles. Nothing could’ve prepared you for the next words out of his mouth: “I dare you to kiss me.” You gape at him, shaken. “W-What?” 

The snow-haired hottie gives you a look like he wants to fuck you right here, right now on his couch. “You heard me; I didn’t stutter. And I’m not stupid either, girl: I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at me…how shy you get around your good friend…” He flashes you those pearly whites, making your heart stutter and your pussy tighten. You gulp, caught like a deer in headlights. How did he know? Has he always known? “You don’t have to explain. Just know that the feeling is mutual. It has been for years.” 

There is a twinkle of adoration, genuine and sweet, in his eyes that makes you breathless. You gape at him, unsure of if you’re hallucinating or not. You watch as he slowly sits next to you on the couch, his cock still out and hardening before your very eyes. His hand cups your cheek, the pad of this thumb sending sparks trailing down your jaw. “Just kiss me and find out.” 

So you do. His kiss has to be one of the best ones you’ve ever had in your life. It’s a kiss you can only find in Disney movies: magical—it sweeps you right off your feet. And yet it is so sensual and seductive, his lips seducing you with every single slow movement against yours. 

Gojo takes his other hand to cup the other side of your face, holding you in place as his kiss deepens. At some point, you feel his tongue lick tantalizingly at your bottom lip, silently asking for access. You allow it and his tongue swirls with yours, creating sloppy, suckling sounds that make your pussy clench. He tastes of tequila and a hint of beer. Finally, he pulls away, but doesn’t stray too far from your lips. “Mmm, that’s it, pretty,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice low and breathless. “You taste so good. Your lips are so fuckin’ soft.” 

You’re breathing heavy, your mind blank and dizzy from the kiss and the cold bite of his piercing against your hot, wet tongue. Gojo’s eyes suddenly slide over your shoulder and he smirks. 

“Jealous, Ren?” You turn, finding the black-haired frat sitting next to you now, his jaw set tight. “No. You’re just bein’ a greedy motherfucker as usual.” Gojo snickers, still stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Yeah, totally jealous. Truth or dare?” 

You’re so dizzy and disoriented from the kiss that you almost think he’s talking to you. Eren smirks, ever the one for shaking things up. “Truth.” The snow-haired frat grins, pressing another long, deep kiss against your lips as if you can't get enough of your cute little ass. “Do you want my cute ass friend to touch that dick?” 

Eren’s answer is nothing more than a lustful growl: “Fuck yes.” You nearly get whiplash with how fast you turn to look at him. He is already moving in close, a hungered look in his eyes, his cock throbbing in his hand.Reality sinks in and you realize just what the fuck you’re doing. “W-Wait, I don’t…I-I’ve never—”

“Never done this before?” Eren finishes, raising a curious brow. So you never even seen a dick before?” You bite your lip, embarrassed by this fact. “N-No…at least not in real life.” You’re hinting that you’ve watched A TON of porn before, praying for the chance to taste, touch, see, and feel a nice, big, hard dick for yourself. 

Now is your chance. Gojo and Eren are into this little confession, both groaning at the idea of their shy little college nerd being such a secret little slut. “Fuck, that’s cute,” Eren exhales. “Just take it slow, mama. You can’t mess this up.” Slowly, you reach a tentative hand out and wrap it around his cock, earning a low groan of praise in reply. 

Slowly, you begin to stroke him, pumping him up and down, from base to tip. You watch as the handsome, black-haired frat leans his head back, exposing the tattoo on the side of his neck, his teal eyes fluttering shut. “That’s it,” he hisses. 

He feels hot and satiny in your palm, your fingers brushing his public hairs slightly. They match the same fine, black hair at his happy trail, making you want to lick it. You swallow hard, biting your lip as you feel yourself ooze into your panties. “Oooh, he likes that,” Gojo purrs. “And so do I. Fuck, you’re so hot doin’ this for us, baby.” 

One of his big hands move to gently fondle one of your tits over your dress, his tough light but firm. His warm palm and fingers touch every sensitive part of your breasts, even pinching your hardened nipples. A moan escapes your lips, unable to be kept in. You feel his lips at your neck, soft and supple, peppering your skin in hot, wet kisses. “You wanna touch me too? Then say it.” 

Though you’re bursting with need, you still feel shy. Embarrassed to be so slutty…even though you’ve got your hand wrapped around your plug’s dick right now. “Satoru,” you whimper. “I can’t.” Gojo tuts, his fingers pinching your nipples a bit harder, making you whine from the bite of pain mixed with pleasure. “Yes, you can. You had all that mouth before, didn't you?” 

His lips gently suckle on your ear, sending shivers all over you. Eren tuts adoringly at you. 

“Poor baby is so shy. She just needs somethin’ to ease her nerves.” 

He doesn’t make you pause from stroking him; only leaning over to pull at a drawer next to the table. He retrieves a baggie of pre-rolled blunts (done by him judging by the neatness) and a lighter. He gives you a wink before lighting the end of the blunt, making it burn red like a firefly in the night sky. “C’mere,” he murmurs. “Pucker those lips up. I’m gonna shotgun you.” 

You do as he says and pucker your lips up into an O, watching as Eren wraps those lips around the blunt and takes a hit, deeply inhaling. Then he leans in and slowly blows the smoke out into your mouth. Though the smoke stings your eyes, the combination of that and Eren’s indirect kiss makes you dizzy with arousal and relaxation. 

“Nice, right?” Gojo chuckles as you lean back into his chest, feeling heavy and light at the same time. “Now you gonna leave him hangin’ or what?” That’s when you spit into your palm and continue to stroke Eren, making your hold a little firmer as you twist your hand up and down, watching your spit shine on his dick. His handsome face screws up in pleasure at the feeling of your soft, tiny hand on him. “Ooooh, shit,” he hisses. “That feels s-so good!”

He stammers out the praise, overcome from the pleasure you’re giving him. You can hardly focus when Gojo slides his hand along your cheek, turning your head to the side. “Keep kissin’ me. Don’t forget about me, mama.” He swoops in you give a hot, sloppy kiss, your tongues swirling and moans traveling between each other, making your poor kitty throb even more. 

Eren has had enough of your hand though—he wants more of you and forcefully yanks you away from Gojo with a hand on the back of your neck after placing the blunt on an ashtray. “You wouldn’t forget about your favorite plug, would you?” he asks in his airy, seductive voice. You’re surprised you can even speak with how horny you are, feeling like you’re about to burst. “N-No,” you softly moan, his touch making you shudder. 

He is already moving in close, a hungered look in his eyes. “‘Course not,” he exhales before his lips cover yours. While his kiss is still just as intoxicating and swoon-worthy as Gojo’s was, his is also more rougher; wetter. He teases and plays with you, nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth and swirling his tongue around with yours, even sucking on it slightly. It feels oh-so good. You find yourself pumping him more eagerly, making him moan into your mouth. 

“Greedy ass bitch,” Gojo growls. “Stop stealin’ my girl away from me. I want her lips too.” Then it’s right back to Gojo’s lips, soft and succulent, making you wrap a hand around him too. Soon, you’re stroking both of their big cocks, earning low groans and swears out of their soft lips as they indulge in your touch.

You fall deeper and deeper into your lust, succumbing to your sluttiness in one single swoop. Soon, before you realize it, you’re sucking on Gojo’s tongue, hollowing your cheeks as if you’re sucking his dick. “Mmmph!” Gojo moans in surprise. He pulls away, smirking. “You got an oral fixation too?” 

You burn with shame at your brazen, slutty ways. This is so unlike you. This isn’t the you that you are with Gojo or Eren. “Sorry,” you whisper. But he shushes you, his eyes ablaze with lust. “Don’t apologize. Just take responsibility.” You blink at him, confused, slowing down your dual handjob. “What?” you softly ask. 

You suddenly feel him pulse and you see that he is about 100% rock now. Stiff and throbbing.

“O-Oh, fuck. Y-You’re—” 

“Hard as a fuckin’ rock for you,” he purrs, biting his lip. “And I dare you to put your mouth on it.” Eren hums in agreement, throbbing in your palm, lifting his hips to slowly fucking your hand. “Mine too. Can’t leave me out of this. That would be rude.” 

The smirks the two friends wear are sinful. Damn near villainous. “Think you can handle two dicks at the same time, baby?” Gojo asks, moaning slightly at your touch. “I know it’s your first time and all, but those lips are speakin’ to me.” 

Suddenly, in a blink, they are standing up in front of you, forcing you to stare at each of their cocks in your face. Standing at attention. Pulsing. Throbbing. All for you. To your surprise, you find yourself inching closer to the edge of the couch and wrapping your hands around their dicks at the base again with your hands slick with saliva. “Sssssshit,” Eren hisses, the word leaving his mouth in a sharp exhale. “Your hand is so fuckin’ soft, ma, fuck.” 

You begin to pump them both at a rhythmic pace, the sweet, wet, lewd sounds of your wet hands stroking their dicks filling the air. “Fuck,” Gojo groans, lifting his shirt up to expose his abs to you. “I taught you well, babes.” 

“Taught?” Eren parrots, raising his pierced brow at him. Gojo grins mischievously at you, slowly rocking his hips to fuck your fist. “Poor honey didn’t know much about shit like this till I let her feel me up. This is the first time she’s seen it though.” 

“Stop, Toru,” you whimper, biting your lush bottom lip. “It’s embarrassing.” Even as you gush at the memory of you palming his dick in his sweats and boxers during your “study sessions”. Gojo coos at you, using his thumb to wipe at your bottom lip—you’ve begun to drool, you realize. “Aww, baby, don’t be!” he coos. “Eren doesn’t care. He thinks it’s hot.” 

Sure enough, Eren is giving you a look like he wants to split you open and drill your shit till you squirt all over him. “So you never sucked one before?” You don’t answer at first, too embarrassed. 

“We didn’t get that far,” Gojo replies for you. “But I-I’ve practiced,” you admit, fueled with the need to please them. The frat brothers look between each other curiously. “On what?” Gojo snickers. “Like bananas?” Yes…and cucumbers. But you won’t say all of that. 

“I-I have a…toy,” you defeatedly confess, heat traveling to your face. You feel the two big cocks in your palms pulsate, throbbing in your fingers. Gojo groans in arousal at the idea of you sucking on a toy, wrapping your lush lips around it and sliding it down your throat. “God, that’s hot! Hope it’s just as big as me.” 

“And me,” Eren chimes in. “But you can go slow as you want. There’s no rush.” His hand finds your hair, his black, glistening fingernails entangled as he strokes your scalp. Gojo nods, taking his cock and gently tapping it against your bottom lip. Plap-plap-plap. “Yeah, mamas, you’re so good already. It’s just that mouth of yours is drivin’ me crazy…” 

You feel like the sexiest bitch alive with the way they stare at you, desperate and lustful. “B-But what if someone comes down here?” you whisper, fear still nibbling at your arousal. 

But Gojo just laughs, completely aloof to your paranoia. “Eren will handle that. This motherfucker is scary as hell when he wants to be.” Oh, you know. The first time Gojo introduced you to him trying to get you weed to “ease your nerves” before exam week, you were terrified of Eren. Of his gages, tattoos, and resting bitch face as he met you at the door completely shirtless and looking irritated that he was interrupted. 

But after some time of getting to know him, your crush for him bloomed the same way it did for Gojo. And now here you are, staring at his throbbing, pierced dick and then into his teal eyes, so deep and serene like an ocean, when he requests it. “Eyes up here, mama,” he murmurs. “I dare you to suck my cock.” His dirty request sends a delicious shiver through your spine. 

“Yours?” Gojo scoffs. But your mouth is already wrapping around Eren’s dick, the eager, needy girl in you finally released. “Whoops,” he breathlessly chuckles. “Guess the—oh, shit—dick piercin’ did it for her. Fuck, that’s it….” 

You clamp your lips around him, causing a long sigh to leave his lips and his head to roll back, exposing his neck that you ache to kiss and lick on. You continue to bob your head along his long dick, soon becoming used to his girth. Eren groans, his face screwed in ecstasy, his hand gripping your hair a little tight now. “That’s a good girl,” he moans, his fingers tangled in your hair. “Take me a lil’ deeper now. Just like…oh, fuck, like that!”

His moans are loud and brazen as his cock slides deeper down your throat, filling it up. The sounds that leave your throat are sloppy and lewd, making your pussy throb and cream in your panties. After throating him a bit, you slide your mouth off of Eren for a chance to breathe. Your hot, wet tongue swirls along the head, lapping up the pre-cum that dribbles out for you, even playing with his dick piercing with the tip of your tongue. 

Gojo stares down at you as you blow his friend, his blue eyes dark and face flushed with pleasure. “Fuck,” he whimpers, his cock nearly exploding in your hand, filled with unshed spunk. “Can you suck me off like that too, pretty?” 

Eren glares at him, cheeks flushed and eyes slits. “Uh-uh. You didn’t dare her.” The white-haired frat rolls his eyes, fed up with this game. “Then I dare her to suck me off,” he growls. “C’mere, gorgeous. Bring that mouth over here.” He crooks a finger at you and you are helpless to resist. 

Gojo grabs his dick and holds it in front of you, his eyes dark with lust and need. "Stick your tongue out,” he breathlessly orders. You do so and he begins to tap his head against your tongue before sliding himself in your mouth. Your mouth and jaw stretch to accommodate his size, but he’s so damn BIG. You wonder briefly how he’ll even fit inside of you. 

Perhaps he’ll make himself fit the way he does your throat as he slides deeper and deeper, each inch opening up your throat more. “Deeper, mama,” he grunts. “Take me deeper!" He gives you no choice but to do so, even though your nostrils burn from inhaling and exhaling too hard to avoid choking on his dick. You can’t help but gag on it as he begins to fuck your throat, using it to stroke himself. 

He isn’t a quiet guy either—he whimpers and moans at how you feel, his bottom lip trembling and blue eyes turning into hooded slits as he watches your mouth stretch around him. Soon, he lets you breathe and you begin to lick him up like a lollipop, his own slutty moans like a drug. “S’good, Toru?” you slur, drunk off of his taste. His scent. His sounds. 

You stare up at him through your glasses, albeit through foggy lens. “God, yes!” he groans. “You’re so good for me, baby! You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth!” He pauses, wrapping a big hand around his dick and pumping it in your face. “Stick your tongue out f’me, babe.” 

You do it, letting him slap his big cock on your wet tongue. Plap-plap-plap. “That feel good?” he asks, a teasing smile on his face. Your close your eyes, nodding, enjoying being used in such a way.

“I’m standin’ here too,” Eren says, his voice buttery smooth and thick with lust. “You can take us both, can’t you, mama?” His cock pulses in your hand, desperate to be back in your mouth. Gojo chuckles sexily, the sound traveling straight to your cunt. “I’m sure she can. A girl this smart can figure it out.” 

And you do. You find a rhythm between them; a pattern. After ten seconds of gagging, slobbering, and sucking on one dick, you switch to the other, doing the same. You eagerly blow both of the college frats, spit dripping down their shafts and over their balls, relishing their taste and moans drifting through the thick, sex-and-marijuana scented air. 

Then you feel Gojo’s long digits caressing you through your panties under your skirt, your thighs split open to invite him in. “You like that?” Gojo teases, noticing how your thighs clamp around his hand to keep him there. “Dare me to go underneath?” His eyes shine with mirth, toying with you. Eren manages to spare your mouth long enough from fucking it to let you speak. 

“S-Sure,” you softly stammer. “You can go under…if you want to.” 

Really, you want to scream at him to pretty please touch your pussy. But that’s too forward, you think. “We both want to, baby,” he purrs. “But I was here first. You just worry ‘bout suckin’ off our friend while I take care of you here…” 

They coax you into all fours so Gojo can get behind you, his fingers stroking your pussy and clit. The little pulses and semi-circles have you seeing stars and your eyes flutter closed to see more.

“Shit, you’re wet!” Gojo gasps, ogling at the way your pussy glistens. You whimper around 

Eren’s dick in your mouth, sucking as Gojo strokes you under your skin, your panties abandoned. 

“Goddamn,” Eren hisses, staring at Gojo’s fingers shining with your wetness. “That ain’t take long.” He says it so teasingly that you flush with embarrassment. “S’embarrassing,” you croak through a mouthful of spit and dick. Eren shushes you, stroking your scalp. “Don’t be embarrassed. That shit is so fuckin’ hot. We love needy girls.” 

He then proceeds to fuck your mouth while Gojo continues to stroke your pussy, pausing to lick his forefinger and slide it up inside of you. “Ah!” you gasp, pleasure exploding through your body. Gojo grins, jerking his cock while he slowly fingers you. “Feels good?” he asks. Good isn’t even a word you’d use to describe how it feels to be finger-fucked by him. “Y-Yeah!” you gasp out. “T-Toru, your fingers…oh, fuck yes!” 

“She’s even cuter when she cusses,” Eren growls, pumping his cock at the sight of you. You find yourself latching your mouth onto him again, taking him in your mouth. You drool and slobber all over him, turning into nothing more than a cockslut as you gag on him. “S-Shit, mama!” he groans, tilting his head back. “This is your first time, right? How are you this fuckin’ good, hm?” 

Gojo grins from behind you, cocky fucker he is. “Guess she just needed a little persuasion.” He peers down at you and your perfect, supple ass peeking out of your skirt as his finger plunges in and out of your soft, velvety, puffy pussy. “Ain’t that right, beauty?” 

SPANK! 

His hand comes down hard on your asscheek, making it deliciously sting. “Oh!” you gasp around Eren’s cock. Gojo cackles, enjoying that recoil and your cute little reaction. “You want another?” he teases. “Say it to me. Tell me what you want.” When he tosses in the finger fuck plus clit rubbing combo, how can you say no? “Please, Toru,” you whimper. “Spank me again.”

SPANK!

Gojo sends another harsh smack against your asscheeks, alternating between each one. “God, this fuckin’ ass!” he groans, pausing to jiggle and fondle one of your asscheeks to his heart’s content. “Been wantin’ to get my hands back on it for months, but you keep playin’ with me.” 

SPANK!

“You ain’t hittin’ hard enough,” Eren mutters. “Lemme show you how you do it.” Though you are whimpering and trembling at the intense stinging, Eren doesn’t think it’s enough and brings his hand up with every intention of smacking that ass till there is a handprint. "Brace yourself, mama.” 

SPANK!

This one hurts a lot more, making you yelp in pain. “Ah!” you gasp, tears springing into your eyes. Though it hurts, Gojo knows it also turns you on, making your pussy tighter and wetter. “Oooh, she liked that,” he chuckles. “That pussy just gushed all over my fingers!” He begins to toy with your soddened pussy lips, fat and glistening, gently stroking each one. 

Eren grows tired of your mouth all of the sudden and leaves his post to get next to his friend perched behind your ass. “Put your mouth on her then, and scoot over. I wanna taste her too.” 

Your heart pounds at the mention of getting your pussy eaten by your crushes, but Gojo doesn’t make a move at first. Instead, he pauses, thoughtfully stroking your ass. “Can we taste your pussy, baby?” he asks in his hushed, seductive voice. “Dare us to do that?” 

You’ve never wanted anything more (other than them). So you turn to look at them with those needy, sexy puppy dog eyes behind your spectacles. “Yes,” you whimper. “Taste me. Please.” 

Unbeknownst to you, you’re making the two frat boys fall deeper for you.

Soon, you have two tongues caressing your pussy at the same time, your thighs spread wide on the couch. You moan, whimper, and whine on the couch as the two share your pussy, the cool metal of their tongue piercings sliding across your molten, wet cunt and clit, their moans hot and breathy. 

Gojo’s tongue sliding inside of your pussy nearly makes you cum right there as he begins to work your little, wet hole. “F-Fuck!” you whine, only growing louder as Eren licks and kisses your ass, nibbling on it a bit. 

He pulls away a bit to speak, his lips glistening from your wetness. “You’re so tight, y’know. All we’re doin’ is just tonguefuckin’ you and you’re clenchin’ around us. Wonder how’d you feel with my dick in you.” You wonder it too, your stomach flipping at the prospect of finding out.

“I bet you’ve been feenin’ for this, haven’t you?” Gojo chuckles deviously into your pussy. “I bet the thought of havin’ the both of us has made you wet, right?” You practically scream as Gojo begins to fuck you with his finger while Eren sucks on your clit, slowly but effectively bringing you closer to the brink of madness as he strokes your G-spot. Eren is a certified munch, sloppily sucking on your clit as he strokes your ass, his fingers dangerously close to your asshole. 

SWAT!

“Ah, fuck!” you gasp, jumping when you feel a sharp palm on your pussy. “Eren, don’t!” The black-haired frat smirks against your ass, his mouth being replaced by Gojo’s eager mouth. “Don’t what? Spank that pussy? You gettin’ close?” 

SWAT!

He does it again, the sharp smack sending you into a frenzy. Your eyes roll back and your body shakes, your arch nearly failing you. “Y-Yeah!” you stammer. “I-I’m so close! Wait, I m-might squirt!” You can feel it building up inside of you, threatening to pop like a soda can. 

“Then do it, da fuck?” Eren growls, aggressive yet eager, pausing to frantically rub at your clit with his thumb. Gojo is a lot more needy, begging you to cum for him as his finger strokes you from the inside. “Squirt for the both of us, baby,” he pleads. “Please. Get it all in my mouth!”  

You have no choice but to do so, moaning out loud as you spray all in Gojo and Eren’s mouths. The two young men moan in satisfaction as they taste you, moaning at your sweet cum tantalizing their tastebuds like it’s sugar. Your body bucks and writhes, hips grinding and winding in the air until you’re all drained out from the source. 

Eren sits back with a sigh, palming your ass. “What a little closet perv. Loves gettin’ spanked and suckin’ dick.” You don’t even have the energy to shy away from his lustful stare or his degrading words. You are a little closet perv. A cum slut. A needy girl who wants to be fucked and used by her crushes. 

“I wanna see these so bad,” Gojo groans, reaching underneath you to toy with your drooping tits out of your top. “You’ve seen our cocks, babe. You wanna see the rest of us?” You nod, unable to speak while he is busy pinching your nipples. “Then dare us,” he orders, his tone dripping with lust. 

Slowly, you sit back on your knees and face the two big-dicked college studs, feening like an addict for more. Your shyness is gone, replaced with nothing but a bold, sexy confidence. “I dare you to take off your clothes,” you hear yourself exhale. The two smirk at you, on the same time of time you are. “Sure thing, cutie,” Gojo chortles. 

Then you’re staring at the both of them in all their glory. All big muscles and tan skin adorned in tattoos; big pectorals; washboard abs; biceps and thighs that could break necks and crush watermelons. Your eyes roam over each vein trailing up their calves and arms, catching the glint of Gojo’s nipple piercings and Eren’s lipstick tattoo inked on the narrow line of his left hipbone. “Oh, my God,” you whisper. 

Gojo chuckles, even flexing for you, making his biceps bulge even more. “Thanks, baby. Right back atcha…but I think you’d look better without clothes.” He tugs your top down more, letting the straps hang off of your shoulders. “Get naked,” Eren bluntly demands. “I need that shit offa you now.” 

His tone is assertive and rough, making your pussy gush; you have to clench your thighs together to avoid staining the couch. “So bossy, ain’t he?” Gojo cackles as Eren reaches for you. 

Your tiny top comes off, tossed away on the floor, and then your skirt comes next as Eren yanks it down your soft, coconut-scented legs. They leave your kitten heels on, especially since Gojo likes the way they look with your painted, bubblegum-pink toenails. “Goddamn,” Eren hisses while Gojo whistles at the sight of your naked body. Both reactions make you flush, a newfound confidence flowing through your core. 

Gojo sits down next to you and takes your hand, sliding it down his chest like he’s working for a tip at the strip club. “C’mon, gorgeous, touch me,” he beckons. “Put those pretty fuckin’ hands on me. I know ya want to~”

You can’t help it—you are attracted to their bodies like a moth to two burning hot flames. You stroke their bodies, indulging in all they have to offer. Their laughter is teasing and sultry as they watch you squeeze their arms and glide your fingertips over their abs, even kissing their muscles for them. “Someone’s eager,” Gojo teasingly whispers, softly groaning as you kiss his neck while your fingers drag over his abs and happy trail. 

“I can’t help it,” you softly whine. “You two are so fuckin’ hot.” You feel yourself growing wetter than a puddle from just their big, muscular bodies alone…but also because Eren has decided to rub your pussy while you indulge in your muscle fantasy. 

Gojo coos, eyes rolling back at how fucking cute you are. “So polite. So fuckin’ sweet. She needs a reward, doesn’t she, Ren?” The long-haired frat nods from behind you, sharing in Eren’s smirk. “Mmm-hmm,” he agrees. 

Gojo then turns those ocean blue eyes on you, his hands gliding over your chest to squeeze and fondle your tits. “So what do you dare us to do next, baby? You can pick either me or him.”

You know what that means…or you’re hoping that it means what you think it does. You are trembling with need, hot with arousal. You can’t leave her until you’re fucked out of your mind by these two! And you don’t care how they’ll make themselves fit. You believe you’re wet enough to take either one of them on this couch, the party and guests be damned. 

So you stare up into Gojo’s alluring eyes through your lashes, slutty as can be. “Toru?” you softly coo. He smiles at you, his hand cupping your cheek. “Yes, baby?” he replies as his thumb runs over your bottom lip. You pause, kissing it, fire exploding in your belly. “I dare you to fuck me,” you utter. 

Gojo doesn’t need any more confirmation, already reaching for a condom in the drawer next to him. “You ever do this before?” Eren curiously asks. “Fuck somebody?” You turn to him, flushing hot. “Yeah, b-but…you both are my biggest ones.” 

The two struggle not to grin at your admission as Gojo coaxes you to get in doggy. His favorite position. Gently, he strokes your back and kisses your neck, although you can feel his dick pulsing and throbbing with need against your entrance. Plap-plap-plap goes his wet cock as he slaps it lightly against your clit, making you moan. “I’ll do it real slow, okay, baby?” he whispers. You nod, biting your lip as you feel his head press in while Eren kneels in front of you, needing your mouth again.

You feel Gojo slide himself inside just as Eren begins to kiss you, sucking on your tongue as he does so. His teal eyes glimmer down at you as he strokes his cock in your face. “Open wide, mama,” he coos, and you do so, looking up at him as you obediently widen your jaw to accommodate his size. 

Speaking of accommodating size, your pussy is busy doing the same thing to Gojo’s cock that has just begun to slide the rest of his inches inside of you, slow and careful. You tense slightly as his thick, long cock stretches out your pussy. You can’t remember when you had a dick this well-endowed. Gojo’s hands stroke your sides, easing your nerves. “Oh!” you gasp, your glasses foggy from the sex thick air. “Toru, y-you’re so…you’re stretching me!” 

Gojo shushes you, his hands gripping your hips to pull you back against him. “S’okay, baby. You’re doin’ so well for me.” He continues to slowly pump himself in and out of you, groaning at the way his cock looks sinking between your fat, dripping wet pussy lips. Soon, he bottoms out and as soon as he does, you’re both moaning at the feeling of his cock stroking your insides. “Just as I thought,” he grunts. “You feel like fuckin’ heaven.”

He can no longer do the slow and gentle shit, so he grabs your hips and proceeds to pound into you, giving you the big cock you crave. You can’t even describe how he feels. His dick stretches out your cunt and strokes every single pleasurable part of your insides that have your legs shaking and body trembling. The more he thrusts, the more he rubs up against your G-spot, almost painfully so. It’s just too much! “That’s a good girl,” Gojo moans. “So f-fuckin’ good, fuck me!” 

But Gojo holds you firmly by your hips, completely bottomed out inside of you and rearranging your guts with every single thrust. He yanks you flush against him, giving your ass a smack. “Uh-uh, baby; don’t run for me. You begged me for this shit and now you’re gonna take it.” He chuckles at your whines of protest and trembling body, making you feel even more like a pathetic slut. 

You can only moan and whimper as you drool around Eren’s big dick down your throat sobbing with your spit and his pre-cum. He relishes the way you swallow him whole, no doubt your tight throat matching the tight pussy that Gojo is groaning and whining about as he fucks it. “Such a good little slut for us,” Eren mutters. “Takin’ all that big dick so well.” 

Gojo decides to challenge that, his thrusts growing sharper and more rhythmic, causing a clap-clap-clap sound of skin against skin to fill the air, mingling with your joined moans and the throbbing bass of the music upstairs. You want to escape from the constant stimulation, but the way he continues to beat your pussy into submission and drag you closer to your second orgasm are too delicious. 

And he’s so, so deep! The more he thrusts, the deeper he gets until he is very nearly kissing your cervix. You can feel all of him; he’s damn near in your stomach. Eren slips his cock out of your mouth to hear your pretty voice aloud, furiously fisting his cock as you moan, whine, and sob in pleasure from Gojo’s heavy balls slapping rhythmically against your clit.

“O-Oh, f-fu-u-uck!” you moan aloud as your friend pounds your pussy like his life depends on it. “Yes, Toru, yes!” you slur. “S’sooo good! Your dick f-feels so…oh, shit, right there!” 

“Right here?” Gojo grunts, sweat dripping down his handsome, flushed face. He puts his foot up on the couch and angles his hips juuuust right to nail your G-spot dead on, making your eyes roll back and your glasses fall down your nose, crooked. “Right there, slutty girl? Is that good for my baby?” 

You can’t give him a verbal answer. All you can do is moan, sob, cry, and whimper on his dick as he uses it to stretch, massage, and pound your wet pussy into the couch while Eren slowly pumps his dick in your face. You stare up at him, drool dribbling from your plump bottom lip.

“What, mama?” he coos. “Ya want this?” He taps his dick head against your bottom lip, coating it in your spit.

“Ren,” you whimper. “Please lemme…” You trail off as you wrap your mouth around his dick with no hands, swallowing him whole. 

Gojo begins to piston his hips inside of you at the same time as Eren. They each match the same pace and pattern, rutting in and out of your holes until your eyes are wet with tears and your body is aching for release. They fill you to the brim with their cocks, using your body for their own pleasure while also giving you yours. “Ooooh, shit, she’s suckin’ harder!” Eren groans, his teal eyes lust blown. “Jesus, Gojo, what are you doin’ back there?” 

“It’s these arms,” Gojo cackles, using nothing but his hips to fuck you as he lifts his arms to flex for his friend. “She loves bein’ wrapped up in ‘em…bet she’ll like this too!” 

And suddenly, you feel his arm lock around your neck and squeeze your head slightly, putting you in a light headlock as he continues to fuck you in doggy style. Your mouth falls open on slutty moans as you bounce back onto his cock, your ass and tits bouncing in time with his rough pounding. “Is that good, baby?” he loudly moans. “Huh? Ya like gettin’ fucked in a headlock, don’t you? You love bein’ my fuckin’ party slut!” 

You do. You love it so much. You love Gojo fucking your pussy in a headlock. You love Eren using your throat to fuck himself like a fleshlight. You love it all. And soon, you can’t take much more anymore. “I-I’m gonna cum!” you slur around Eren’s cock, spit bubbles forming at the corners of your mouth as you speak. 

“Do it, baby,” Gojo groans, panting and whimpering in your ear as your pussy squeezes him tighter. “F-F-Fuck, I’mma cum too! You’re gonna make me explode, baby, fuck yes!” 

He goes harder, faster, drilling your shit like it’s his. “So you dare me to cum, mama?” he grunts, one hand replacing his arm to squeeze your throat. “Is that it? You want your favorite frat boy to spray all over this perfect ass and make that pussy cum for him?” 

“Y-e-e-es!” you hiccup between thrusts, falling deeper and deeper into euphoria as your pussy quivers with need. “Please, Toru, I need to…I’m gonna…I’m cumming!” Your body shakes and quakes as you cream all around Gojo’s fat dick, coating in your juices. Gojo chases his nut inside of you, gripping you tight and pounding your cut with abandon, his moans growing louder and porn-ier. 

Finally, he pulls out and begins fucking his fist, panting at the sight of your pussy wet from your cum and looking so open from his dick fucking it.Then you feel warm droplets of his spunk fly onto your ass, coating your cheeks in them. Gojo whines out your name as he cums, spraying you in his spunk, making you smell like him as soon as the creamy, white substance hits your skin. 

But even during your “recovery session” where you pant and sweat, trying to catch your breath, Eren doesn’t allow it. “Not just yet, mama,” he chuckles. “You got me to deal with too.” 

Your eyes widen, your fucked-out mind almost forgetting about the second big dick you need to take tonight. He lays you back and forces your legs straight up in the air. “Don’t need these no more!” Gojo laughs, taking your glasses and placing them aside. “Can’t let ‘em break.”

He then tosses Eren a condom and you watch the teal-eyed plug tear it open with his teeth before rolling it down his hard length. He gives you a wicked smirk before rubbing his dick over your sensitive pussy and sliding in slow, your legs wrapped in his tatted arms. “Shit!” you moan at the same time as Eren who wordlessly sighs as he sinks into your pussy.

Your body bounces from the force of Eren’s thrusts, your tits jiggling and ass slapping against his thighs in time with his thrusts. He is just as good of a fuck as Gojo is, his stroke game making your eyes roll back and your entire body tremble. “S-Shit, Ren,” you keen. “You’re so good!” 

“Yeah?” Eren teases, black strands of his hair hanging in your face as he fucks you stupid. “Just what you needed, right?” He begins to press kisses to your ankle and toes, even sucking on the painted digits as he fills you up with his big dick over and over again, making you dizzy and delirious from it. 

You know that this kind of fucking won’t make you last long. Either of you. You can tell he is close to his orgasm with how forceful his thrusts become—Eren grips your thighs with a possessive roughness that may cause bruises, his grunts growing louder and more intense the more his heavy dick fills you, his dick piercing kissing your G-spot. 

You’re not too far behind—you can feel your own orgasm quickly rising to the surface, your core beginning to distractedly tighten. Gojo notices your shift in body chemistry and loops a hand between your thighs to rub your wet, aching clit as Eren continues to fuck your brain out of your skull. You scream as you clench around Eren’s cock, sobbing at the pleasure. 

“You’re close too, aren’t you, mama?” Eren asks, his handsome features flushed and slick with sweat. “I can feel that body shaking. I should speed up, shouldn’t I?” He does so, slamming his hips against you so hard that his balls begin to slap agains your ass, his cock hammering into you. 

“C’mon now, baby,” Gojo coos, frantically rubbing your clit to take you to the end. “Just let go for us. Be our little slut tonight.” 

You are a greedy girl because that second orgasm begins to rise within you with every thrust of Eren’s cock and pulse of Gojo’s fingers against your clit. That chord begins to tighten again, threatening to snap very soon. “Eren, please!” you whine into the air, your back damn near about to snap as it arches off of the couch. Your eyes screw tight and your brows knit together, no doubt giving a crazy look. 

He dips down to press his lips to your ear, gripping your hair as he does. “You wanna take this next load like a good lil’ cum slut? You wanna make us happy, right?” You whine desperately, wanting nothing more than to just cum and have him cum too.

“Please,” you whimper. “Please cum for me! Let me cum for you, Ren!” Your soft, sweet voice is all it takes for Eren to lose the last bit of his self restraint. 

"So fuckin' cute," both he and Gojo groan before they both lean down and give you a three way kiss. Sloppy, hot, and possessive, their moans traveling into your mouth, their pierced tongues tickling yours.

After a few more rough thrusts that have your body shaking and your soul nearly being stripped from your body, your plug finally reaches his breaking point. Eren pulls out and rips off the condom before cumming all over your titties, so much that you can feel it dripping down your stomach. “Take it!” he demands in a dangerous growl that makes your stomach flip. “Take all of me, baby!” 

And you do. You don’t have a choice. At the same time, with Gojo’s rubbing, your orgasm hits ripples through you and hits you like a truck, slamming into you with enough force to have you sobbing. You open-mouth moan, drool dripping from your sides of your mouth, but you don’t care. You’re far too deep to even be aware of what’s going on besides pleasure. 

“Oh, my God!” you moan to the heavens, head tilted back and eyes squeezed tight as your orgasm washes over you. “I’m cumming!” you babble. “I’m cumming!” 

“Yes, baby, we know,” Gojo chuckles, gently stroking your face. He then cackles at your expression. “Look at those pretty eyes rollin’ back. Such a slutty face you’ve got there, babe.” He squeezes your face in his hand, squishing your cheeks together as your orgasm continues to rock you to your core. 

Soon, you are exhausted and slump against the couch, panting, sweating, and sticky with cum. You feel Gojo and Eren’s loads dry to your skin, no doubt meaning that you’ll have to take a hot shower later…but maybe you won’t. You find that you like the smell of them on you. 

You practically rub yourself against them as both frat boys sit next to you on the couch, naked and spent, satisfied smiles on their sexy faces. “Bet you’re glad that you played Truth Or Dare with us now, aren’t ya?” Gojo jokes, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. 

“Mmm-hmm,” Eren hums as he continues to smoke the blunt sitting on the ashtray. He kisses you too, putting your glasses back on your hooded eyes and wrapping an arm around you. “I definitely am. Hit me up if you wanna do this again next time, mama…maybe without Gojo next time.” 

“So hostile,” Gojo scoffs, rolling his crystal blue eyes at his friend. “We’ll let our cute little shy girl be the judge of that one.” 

You’d say hell yes if exhaustion wasn’t kicking your ass right now now, but judging from the way they snuggle you close, you suppose that they already know that you’re gone for them.

And when they both lean in to give you a sweeter, less sloppy three way kiss, how can you possibly refuse them?

One would think that after sating his three year craving for you, Sebastian would have calmed down a bit. After all, he now had enough material tucked away in his brain to make every masturbation session as vivid and succulent as the last. The sound of your moans, the way your body had trembled against his mouth, the taste of your slick gushing over his tongue. All of it lived at the forefront of his mind and helped to remind him that not only had it actually happened, but you had wanted more. 

Maybe that was why he was still pent-up. He knew you were waiting– quite eagerly, he might add– for him to make his next play. That fact made him annoyingly hard at the most inopportune of moments. 

Life had an annoying habit of getting in the way of most good things, though. Sebastian was really fucking regretting having so many extracurriculars to prioritize. 

Quidditch season was in full swing, which meant that Imelda dragged everyone on the team out to the pitch by their earlobes for practice. He wouldn’t dare miss a single scrimmage– he was certain his captain would somehow manifest at the foot of his bed and kill him in his sleep if he did. Lucan was in the process of orchestrating the first duel for Crossed Wands as well, which meant that Sebastian had been roped into conscripting more unsuspecting first-year students into joining the club. His first Transfiguration exam was in a week, Ominis needed help studying for Potions, and there was a book he still needed to snatch from the bowels of the Restricted Section. 

All of it was piling up, and by the end of most days, Sebastian was exhausted. There simply wasn’t enough time in the day to get around to spoiling you the way he had dreamed of doing for years. 

But all of that was about to change. 

For the sake of ‘exposing them to possible post-graduation careers’, the seventh-year students were going on an overseen field trip to visit the Ministry in London. Most of the Professors were chaperoning the excursion, leaving the resident ghosts of Hogwarts to substitute classes for the unlucky blokes who were unable to attend. He fell into that category, seeing as he had no guardians to sign the permission slip. You weren’t going either, and he didn’t know whether that was by choice or for reasons similar to his own, but Sebastian was having a hard time feeling unlucky about the whole thing. 

He was looking forward to it, in all honesty. 

Everyone would be gone. Everyone. And the phantoms taking over in the Professors’ stead were as air-headed as they came, so they wouldn’t notice two students missing from class when damn near everyone was already gone. It was the perfect opportunity for Sebastian to put his long awaited plan into action. 

His cock was fucking twitching with anticipation. He was grateful that his best friend was blind, otherwise he was certain Ominis would comment on how wound up he looked at present. 

“You don’t seem too upset that you’re going to be stuck with Professor Binns droning on at you for the whole day,” Ominis remarked dryly, his fork scraping against his plate of nearly finished breakfast. “Don’t tell me you’ve come to like his monotonous delivery.” 

Sebastian scoffed. “Hardly. I just don’t care to tour the Ministry with Professor Weasley breathing down my neck all day. I have better things to do.” 

“Somehow I find that hard to believe.” 

If only he knew, Sebastian thought. He hadn’t exactly been forthright with his friend in regards to his new, budding relationship with you. It could hardly be called a relationship, anyway. Aside from a few lingering touches and suggestive glances, the two of you had continued on the same as always in the wake of him feasting upon you like a man starved. If he didn’t know any better, he would think that you were pretending like it hadn’t happened. 

But the rosy hue to your cheeks every time he caught you staring at him told him otherwise. This was new to you– to him, too– so it was only natural for things to progress slowly. 

He couldn’t wait to put an end to that, though. Sebastian wanted nothing more than to brazenly kiss you in the hallways. He wanted to pull you into empty classrooms for stolen trysts against the walls, and pridefully strut about the corridors with his fingers linked through yours. He wanted everyone to know that you were taken. 

That you were his. 

All in due time, he reminded himself. Today would be a step in the right direction. He would make sure of it. 

The Great Hall continued to buzz with excitement, the seventh-year students riled up at the prospect of missing class for an entire day to venture out into the city. He and Ominis finished their breakfast in comfortable silence before the two parted ways, the blond man heading off to join the swarm of bodies making their way out to the Courtyard. Sebastian waited until the majority of the group was gone before he jumped out of his seat and hurried through the corridors in search of you. 

Maybe it was alarming how good he was at tracking you down. It was like his brain had formed a sixth sense dedicated solely to you, granting him the ability to find you no matter where you were. He moved with confidence through the halls as he allowed that innate skill to guide him. 

Once he found you, then the real fun could begin. 

—

In a bizarre turn of events, Sebastian finally stumbled upon you in the last place he had thought to look. 

Your bedroom. 

First he had gone to the Astronomy Deck, half expecting to find you up there watching the sunrise with a pastry and a textbook. When that assumption had been dashed, he’d descended the tower’s staircase and poked his head in the Room of Requirement. Deek had nearly jumped out of his skin when Sebastian had sighed loudly, the noise laced with frustration. The house-elf had helpfully informed him that the woman he was actively ripping his hair out over hadn’t been in since yesterday. So, Sebastian’s search continued. 

He’d gone to the Library, the beast pens, even the kitchens. You were nowhere to be found, and he was silently cursing himself for jinxing his you-sense. 

Just as he was on the brink of admitting defeat and ready to accept that you must have changed your mind about going to London, he decided to make one last stop. Your room. 

The way his heart leapt into his throat when he spotted you wasn’t worth mentioning. There you were, sleeping soundly in your bed– your hair disheveled and your cheek pressed into your pillow with a serene, angelic expression decorating your face. The tension that normally creased the middle of your brows was notably absent while you slept, and Sebastian shamelessly crept forward to lean against your bedpost, drinking in the sight of you with unwavering focus. 

Merlin– his cock was already rousing to life in his trousers. Just watching you was sending him into a tizzy. It needed to be illegal for you to look so delectable while unconscious. It wasn’t fair to him. 

But it also wasn’t fair to wake you up for the sake of his baser male urges. You were no doubt still dozing because you hadn’t planned on going to class today either, and the rare opportunity to sleep in was too good to pass up. He should just leave and track you down later. Then he could make good on his promise to take things further with you. 

He boastfully imagined you would need your rest for when he finally got his hands on you. As an athlete, his stamina was spectacular. 

A stray piece of parchment was wedged under the candelabra on your nightstand, so Sebastian helped himself to it. He wrote down a short message for you to read when you woke up, encouraging you to find him once you awake and moving to spare him the hassle of traversing the entire school in search of you again. The note was promptly folded up, adorned with a messy ‘S’, and perched delicately on the table. If he was lucky, he wouldn’t be waiting for you too long.

Just as he was turning to head for the door, the sight of something incredibly ordinary caught his eye. 

It was a wicker basket lined with a cotton sac. A makeshift hamper for you to discard your dirty clothes in. Totally normal– nothing worth stopping for. 

But Sebastian was a fucking weirdo. He was a hopelessly enthralled freak with no limits when it came to you. 

He needed to turn around. He had no business lingering in your room any longer– he had already left a message for you to see later. Even though he told himself as much, he still knelt down beside the basket, his body moving on its own as he reached in and rifled through its contents. Sweat was fucking pouring from his forehead– the fear of being caught triggering something in him that made his cock twitch and his gut tighten. 

Right at the bottom of the hamper was a pair of undergarments much like the ones he had peeled down your hips before; incredibly worn, sheer, tiny, and evidently used. Seriously– how frugal was too frugal when it came to saving money? There was no way you actually wore something like this under your trousers. 

The evidence to the contrary made his blood race and his own pants suddenly seem tight. Way too fucking tight. 

Glancing back at your sleeping face, Sebastian’s lips pursed as he considered his next move carefully. Surely you wouldn’t miss one pair of undergarments, right? If you held onto all the ones from the years past, there had to be an abundance of them lying around for you to use. 

Alright, not the right thing to think. The fabric over his groin was beginning to grow snug. 

He was a menace. A disgusting, perverted aberration. But he couldn’t help himself. He was pathetic.  

Swallowing thickly, Sebastian tucked the thin fabric into his pocket and averted his gaze to the door, unable to bring himself to look at you again as he stood up, turned, and made off with your unmentionables.  

—

Sebastian was pretty sure he had blacked out. 

Literally. There was a loss of time between when he’d left your room and where he found himself now, and he could not for the life of him remember how he had ended up here. Alone in his dorm, sat up in his bed with his pants around his ankles. Everything was shrouded in darkness, but he knew his own body well enough to maneuver around without light. His cock was pulsing in his fist as he furiously worked his hand over himself with your underwear pressed firmly against his face. 

Fuck. 

The mattress dipped beneath the weight of his body and the weight of his conscience as he dug his heels into the comforter, his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head as he inhaled deeply once again. A shudder racked his entire form in a frigid rush at the scent that greeted him. Your scent– as intoxicating and addicting as ever. 

The groan that tore from his throat was muffled against your knickers, his fist twisting maddeningly over the head of his cock at the same time his hips bucked off the bed. Sebastian silently cursed himself for behaving so abhorrently, yet he was completely and utterly helpless to stop himself. He couldn’t. You were a walking, breathing aphrodisiac, and the smell of you alone was enough to drive him crazy. 

His lips parted of their own accord so his tongue could dart out and lick at the frail cotton. Thank Merlin no one was on his dorm’s floor, because the moan he let loose practically shook the walls. His taste buds were bursting as a thick, hot bead of precum seeped from the swollen tip of his cock, cascading over his curled fingers and lubricating his shaft further. The sound of the slide was made noisier– infinitely wetter– prompting him to increase his speed with renewed gusto.

Any shame Sebastian might have felt for indulging himself this way melted away with each frantic twist of his wrist. The guilt warred with his ever-present desire for all of two seconds before he stuffed your undergarments between his teeth, freeing his hand so he could loosen his tie and kick his trousers to the floor. The furnace that normally kept the dorms warm was off, but the heat radiating from his body was more than enough to chase the chill of the room away. 

As soon as his legs were free and his collar wasn’t quite as tight as before, Sebastian reclaimed the underwear in his hand and pressed the material to his face, trapping his nose and his mouth behind the saturated cotton. He sucked down another shuddering breath, a sob nearly breaking from his chest that he adamantly bit back. His hand moved vigorously over his cock, his thumb rubbing incessantly over the head as he milked more fluid from himself. 

Balls tightening, he felt a telltale heat roaring to life in the pit of his stomach. The tension was mounting quickly– his body begging for the release he had been after since he’d woken up with plans to bed you this morning. Your clothing and his own fist wasn’t at all what he was after– especially not after having gotten to taste you– but he didn’t care. He was desperate. It was utterly insane to lose control of himself like this over a pair of underwear, but it had already been established that Sebastian was the farthest thing from normal. 

He was a lost cause when it came to you. 

Pervert, he heard you say in his mind. Yeah, he was hopeless. No better than a dog in heat. 

“Pervert.” 

Wait, what? 

Sebastian’s eyes snapped open so suddenly, he was momentarily blinded by the light flooding into the room from the open doorway. The voice he had been hearing in his head wasn’t in his head at all. 

Fuck. 

Clad in your casual clothing, you stood in the entrance to the dorm with a bemused expression on your face. The skirt you had on swished around your knees as you clasped your hands behind your back, but aside from that minute movement, you stayed where you were. There was a tinge of amusement in your wide eyes, but it was overshadowed by the heady flush that spread from your cheeks all the way down your neck. 

Dear gods. How long had you been standing there? How long had you been watching him? Before Sebastian had jumped your bones in his room two weeks ago, you’d had no experience dealing with this sort of… thing. His sexual urges had been his to deal with by himself, and as far as he had been concerned, you were a virtuous saint. A virgin. Unaware of the brutish thoughts that plagued all men his age day after day. 

So why weren’t you screaming? How come you were mostly unfazed, save for the blood heating your cheeks? Why– why were you closing the door? 

Why the hell were you walking closer?!

The curtains on the windows were still drawn, so the room was plunged into near darkness without the light from the hallway illuminating it. Your face was shrouded by shadows as a result, and Sebastian’s heart was hammering against his sternum so violently that he was positive you could hear it. 

“You could have at least asked, you know,” he heard you say softly, your shoes clicking gently against the stone floor as you closed the distance. “That pair isn’t even that nice.”

Sebastian’s brain had officially stopped working. Or he was dead. It had to be something like that, because there was no way in hell you were actually so calm in the wake of discovering him masturbating with your undergarments held against his face. 

They were still fucking there, too. He hastily jerked the material away from his nose and covered his leaking cock with his hands, wishing pointlessly that he hadn’t discarded his trousers to the floor. He needed something to cover himself with– or for a hole to conveniently open up beneath him and swallow him whole. Preferably the latter. 

You waved your hand dismissively as you approached the bed, and Sebastian wanted nothing more than to make out whatever expression it was you had on your face. What kind of look did you find suitable to wear upon catching someone fusing your underwear to their face? He had sniffed and licked and drooled all over them. That had to warrant a scowl or a grimace. Maybe even pure, undiluted disgust. But the room was too dark, and Sebastian’s mind was too hazy– both from lust and mortification. 

And fear. He was feeling a lot of fear at present, too. 

You stopped directly beside his bed, and even though Sebastian knew he was taller than you, he had never felt so dwarfed in his entire life. He watched you cautiously as you bent down to gather the hem of your skirt in your hands, and he damn near passed out when you gingerly slid something down your legs. Calmly and confidently, you straightened and held out the pair of underwear you’d been wearing beneath your skirt, and the choked gasp that ripped from his throat was too sudden to silence. 

They were a nice pair. Still sheer, but not from years of use. No, the risqué attire dangling from your index finger was designed to look that way. See-through, snug, and lined with tiny, lacey bows all around the waistband. They looked new. 

Merlin– when had you bought those? Why had you bought those? 

“What? Nothing to say?” Sebastian saw your head tilt to the side, the antagonizing tone you spoke with imbuing him with panic so potent that he started to sweat. 

“I–” he started to say, sitting up so he could close his legs shamefully. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking– I didn’t think–”

His nonsensical rambling was cut short when the underwear hanging from your finger was pressed against his lips. Even with his jagged, self-deprecating thoughts bearing down on him and making it hard to think, Sebastian’s cock still twitched under his palm when the scent from your knickers hit him. It was the same smell that had driven him mad with lust between your legs two weeks ago, and the effect it had on him was instantaneous. 

Your laugh was strained and a little awkward, but you stubbornly kept your hand where it was as Sebastian went rigid atop the bed. “You know, I’ve spent the last few weeks thinking that I was a fool. We had our little moment in here, and I told you I wanted more. Then I agreed to wait since you suddenly wanted to be chivalrous. But now I find you here like this? Using my underwear to get off? Do you prefer fantasy to the real thing?” 

Gods, no. You had no fucking clue how badly he had wanted to claim you that day. The fact that you had indulged him and allowed him to do what he did had seemed like a bonafide miracle. Doing anything more that night had seemed like playing with fire. He wouldn’t have been able to control himself, and if wanting your first time to be pleasant made him chivalrous, then the bar was on the fucking floor. 

He wanted you bad. The craving was so strong that it blinded him to almost everything. Maybe waiting this long had been a mistake, but… he’d believed it to be the right thing to do. 

To have you standing over him smothering his face with the undergarments you had just taken off, though? He was beginning to think otherwise. Maybe waiting had only made things worse for both of you. 

You didn’t bother to wait for him to respond to your line of questioning. As soon as his mouth opened, the thin cotton was pushed past his lips, your combined scent and taste invading all of his senses. Sebastian had to stop himself from moaning with relief– but that left him completely susceptible to the strongest wave of arousal he had ever felt in his life crashing over him. 

Fuck. 

Sebastian’s fingers flexed, the forgotten pair of underwear in his hand tightening around his digits as he fought the urge to grip his twitching cock. None of this made any sense. He was torn between wanting to touch himself and wanting to touch you, but he didn’t dare to move. This situation was precarious enough, and he wasn’t sure what the correct action to take was. 

Evidently doing nothing wasn’t it, because you huffed indignantly before reaching out to slap his hands away from his groin. Your smaller hand enveloped his throbbing length swiftly, and there was no stopping the guttural moan that Sebastian let loose– the sound muffled by the material stuffed in his mouth. His hips jerked up instinctively, and immediately after, his motor function returned to him. The other pair of underwear was dropped against the bed as Sebastian’s hand flew out to grip your wrist, his arm trembling as he warred between letting you stroke him and stopping you altogether. 

“Fuck, w-wait a second,” he stammered around his mouthful. 

“I’ve been waiting for weeks. If you don’t make good on what you promised, I swear I’ll walk out of this room and never come back.” 

His heart sank– but then your thumb swiped over the tip of his cock. Then his heart soared. He pried your hand and undergarments away from his face, keeping both close enough so the spit-soaked material brushed against his lips. “J-Just hold on– one second, give me one second.” 

“You’re the most indecisive man I’ve ever met,” you muttered in annoyance. His eyes were finally adjusting to the darkness, enough so that he was able to see the eager expression on your face. That, coupled with the way your lips were parted and your brows were furrowed, was quickly eradicating the remnants of his self-control. “Why leave me a note asking me to come find you if you were just going to send me away?” 

Ah, to hell with it. 

Sebastian’s eyes flashed for the briefest of moments before he pulled you down against the bed, effortlessly moving so you were sprawled beneath him. His lack of trousers didn’t seem to bother you in the slightest– not with how your lips quirked up in obvious excitement. Your enthusiasm was further validated when you reached up to tug on the end of his tie, drawing him closer into your space with a shy smile. 

His body was practically vibrating as he leaned down to whisper against the corner of your mouth, “Who said anything about sending you away?” 

Pulling back slightly, Sebastian was graced by the sight of you staring up at him with wet, wide eyes, and from that moment on, he was unable to perceive anything else. Not the unsatisfied ache in the pit of his stomach. Not the humiliation he still felt at having been caught with your underwear clenched in his white knuckled grip. Not the way you had brazenly attempted to match his energy even though you had no experience with such things. 

Alright, that last one was a lie. He still remembered that with a good amount of clarity. Fucking minx. 

Sebastian could hear your stuttered breathing as his right hand wandered down your prone form. The tips of his fingers skimmed over the plane of your stomach, then along your hip, and once he reached the center of your legs, he gathered your skirt into a messy heap. It almost pained him to look away from your face, but he couldn’t not watch as inch after inch of your soft skin was exposed. 

It was worth it. Gods, the sight of your bare legs had haunted his dreams for the last two weeks. Sebastian vowed that sometime soon, he would take his time leaving a collection of love-bites over every part of you. 

He had to be a masochist to some degree, because beyond attempting to take things slow with you, there was no good reason for him to let your clothing fall from his grip, and yet that was exactly what he did. Your skirt barely covered your exposed cunt, and when Sebastian testingly grazed his fingers along the inside of your thighs, the wetness he felt there nearly had him keeling over. 

Fucking hell, how long had you been like this? Was it everything happening presently that was turning you on, or had seeing him laid out with your underwear triggered your arousal? 

He wanted to ask you, but there was another more important question that came to mind at that moment. Sebastian fixed his eyes on yours again, all too pleased to find blatant desperation etched across your stunning face. Legilimency wasn’t needed for him to know that you wanted him to touch you where it mattered most. Not yet, he thought. First, he wanted answers. 

“I’m curious, darling,” he started, thankful that he had managed to keep his voice low and sultry instead of tight and strained. “In all that time spent waiting, did you touch yourself to the thought of me?” 

With how close Sebastian already was to your face, he watched plainly as the flush heating your cheeks darkened impossibly further. Your eyes widened, your lips pursed together harshly– and if there was ever a picture to be found in the dictionary beside the word ‘guilty’, Sebastian would pay good money for it to be the image of you right now. 

You didn’t even need to say anything. From the way you swallowed thickly and shifted your hips lower to chase after his hand, Sebastian knew without a shadow of a doubt that you had. 

The choked groan that snuck its way out of his throat conveyed his approval well enough. Sebastian’s lashes fluttered at the same time a self-satisfied smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, and any remaining blood in his body that hadn’t already made its way to his cock shot there in a heartbeat. Merlin, he wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. 

“Did you enjoy it?” he asked, his hand slowly creeping closer to the apex of your thighs, the suspense effortlessly pulling a gentle gasp from you that was like music to his ears. He brushed his knuckles over the slick skin waiting for him beneath your skirt, watching delightfully as your chest sharply rose with your strangled intake of breath. “Did it feel good? Come on, tell me.” 

Your pupils were blown wide with lust as you blinked up at him. When you reached down to grab for his wrist– probably to move his hand where you wanted it– Sebastian withdrew the appendage entirely and tutted disapprovingly. Wordless as it was, the message was clear; you needed to confess the truth before he gave you anything more. 

“I– I don’t know,” came your half-hearted reply. You were obviously embarrassed– Sebastian could tell that much– but that wouldn’t do. Not in the slightest. 

He lowered his head so his lips were a hairs-width away from yours, then whispered, “I think you do. It’s not that hard, darling. Did you touch yourself while thinking of me? Yes, or no?” 

A timid sound reverberated through your chest, your expression shifting into something resembling forlorn. Just as Sebastian was about to reassure you that it was fine and that it was just him here with you, your small voice reached his ears. “Yes.” 

Fuck. 

Chuckling breathlessly, he pressed you further. “And?” 

You waited a few seconds, drawing in a deep, intentional breath before responding. “It… wasn’t the same.” 

Merlin help him. He couldn’t wait anymore. 

Sebastian closed the minuscule gap between your lips, kissing you ravenously as mental images of you touching yourself in the dead of night flooded his mind and left him feeling intoxicated. The arm he’d left braced by your head up until now moved so he could slide his hand under your neck, lifting you just enough to deepen the kiss, and he bullied his tongue into your mouth in some desperate attempt to taste you. A small whimper sounded from you, but you were quick to part your lips for him to grant him better access, and it was at that point Sebastian elected to dip a lone finger into your wet, waiting hole. 

He swallowed up the startled moan you let loose greedily, relishing in how warm you felt inside and loving how your walls fluttered around his finger. You were so sensitive– so responsive– and Sebastian couldn’t fucking wait to hear you crying out his name. He wanted to catalog every sound you were capable of making away in his brain forever. He wanted to burn a lasting mark on your very soul in the hopes that the memory of him would never leave you. 

Sebastian wanted all of you; your body, your soul, your mind. The mere thought of owning every fiber of your being left him feeling high as if he’d smoked a pouch of Mallowsweet, and drunk as though he’d downed a bottle of Firewhiskey. His blood burned hot with arousal, and a fat bead of precum oozed from the tip of his cock and dripped onto your thigh. 

 Not that you noticed, though. Sebastian was effectively consuming you– his kiss so thorough and so passionate that he didn’t doubt you were dizzy from it. That, along with the added addition of his finger probing deep inside you, meant that you were like putty in his hands. 

Trembling. 

Malleable. 

You were entirely at his mercy as he stoked the flames of desire growing stronger in his gut and– by extension– yours. 

Movement near his hip registered somewhere in the back of his mind, but it wasn’t until Sebastian felt your dainty fingers wrap around his cock that he gasped and broke away from your lips. You were the embodiment of sin looking up at him, with rosy cheeks, half-lidded eyes, and kiss-swollen lips that curled into a shy, seductive smile. He didn’t get a chance to say anything before you were swiping your thumb over the head of his cock, spreading around the precum there blindingly, and your efforts were met with the sound of Sebastian’s hoarse, guttural groan. 

Euphoria and fear alike overtook him. It felt good– too good. He saw stars, and the moment they cleared, he was fighting tooth and nail against his baser urges. 

“Fuck, don’t–” he almost fucking fell over sideways when you repeated the motion, and the curious glimmer in your eyes bordered dangerously close to wicked. He hissed through his teeth, “Shit, s-stop– stop. I’m serious.” 

“Why do you get to touch me but I can’t touch you?” 

The fact that you had the audacity to pout confirmed one thing very clearly for Sebastian: he truly had created a monster that night in his dorm. “This is going to end a lot faster than I’d like if you keep touching me.” 

“Oh…” You trailed off in a low voice as a frown tugged at your lips before almost mournfully releasing his achingly hard shaft. “Does… does it not feel good?” 

Bloody hell. Even without your hand on his cock, Sebastian was on the brink of cumming all over the place. Your wet, innocent eyes glistening with inexperienced uncertainty could prove to be a greater threat than your fingers, he wagered. His quick bark of laughter was airy and strained, and he had to squeeze his eyes shut as he shook his head. “The complete opposite, actually. It feels fucking amazing. But you’d be doing me a disservice if you forced me to finish now.”

Your body seemed to relax into the mattress, your relief at his clarification obvious and incredibly endearing. “Would that be bad? I don’t– I mean… I don’t have anything to compare to, so I doubt you could disappoint me.” 

Heavens above– if only you knew what his internal monologue had sounded like in recent days. “Maybe, but I would definitely be disappointing myself. Especially considering the only part of me that’s been inside you is my finger.” 

He curled the digit for emphasis, smirking to himself when you jolted slightly. “O-Okay, yeah. Point taken.”

Sebastian was satisfied with your acceptance, but he knew he wasn’t out of the woods yet. He was positive he’d never been so hard in his fucking life– which was saying something when he stopped to remember how many times he had woken up in the middle of the night with the lingering, phantom feeling of your lips still around his cock. In those moments, he had sworn things couldn’t get any worse than that. But dreams evidently couldn’t hold a damn candle to the real thing. 

Reminding himself that he had the entire day to spend with you helped soothe his frazzled nerves. There was no list of guidelines that stated sex was a one-round thing, and he mentally thanked the gods for that. He had no intention of letting you go so soon.

Without taking his eyes off of yours, Sebastian dexterously slid his finger out to add a second alongside it. His movements were cautious and slow as he pressed the tips of both digits in, watching you for any signs of pain or discomfort. Apart from a nervous sort of anticipation flitting across your face, he saw nothing that indicated he was hurting you, so he gingerly began pumping his fingers deeper. 

It didn’t take long for his knuckles to end up flush to your cunt. The copious amounts of slick seeping from you made the slide infinitely easier, and as Sebastian took to curling and pressing the pads of his fingers against your innermost walls, your reactions were nothing short of mesmerizing. 

“How does it feel?” Sebastian asked roughly. His mind and his body were at war with one another– both parts of himself struggling to decide whether or not to give in to the mounting pleasure pooling in the pit of his stomach. He bit the inside of his cheek with so much force that he tasted blood. He’d already let himself come once just from feasting upon you two weeks ago– he could not pull such an amateur move a second time. 

Your shaky, panted breaths were all he heard. Then you were murmuring, “It feels– hng– it’s good, it’s good.” 

Humming his approval, Sebastian looked away from your face to seek out that one part of womanly anatomy he had read about once before. Not that he had intentionally sought out such information– not by a long shot. But by some stroke of luck, he had come across the bead of knowledge randomly once before, and seeing how focusing on it had pushed you over the edge the last time he’d been between your legs, he was eager to do so again.

It didn’t take him long to become reacquainted with the tiny bud. Every inch of your body Sebastian had already explored was dutifully committed to memory, and he doubted he could forget any of it if he tried. Twitching his fingers up, he planted his thumb against the crest of your folds and was instantly rewarded with the sound of your strangled gasp. Your spine arched towards him at the same time your heels dug into the mattress, and the long, drawn out moan that seemed to spill from your lips involuntarily was smothered when you slapped a hand over your mouth. 

Sebastian’s nails dug into the back of your neck, and he leaned down to nudge your wrist with his nose. “No one can hear you out there– it’s just us. Only you and me.” 

You squinted up at him blearily, crinkling your nose as you cast a fleeting glance towards the door. “You’re not just saying that, are you?” 

His face went stony, if only for a flicker of a moment. “I’d never let anyone else hear you like this.” 

Your arm twitched minutely before you let the limb fall beside your head. Then he was kissing you again– the action laced with promise and adoration. The attention he bestowed on your bundle of nerves never ceased, and the symphony of moans that fell rapidly from you were swallowed up by Sebastian as he licked, sucked, and bit at your lips hungrily. Your taste, your noises, the feeling of your body quivering and tensing against his– all of it left him dizzy with want. 

Lost in the throes of pleasure, Sebastian boldly plunged his fingers deeper, his thumb sliding harder over your clit, and you abruptly broke away from the kiss to toss your head back and groan, “Gods, Sebastian…” 

He shuddered like the wind had been knocked out of him, hot and harsh against your lips. Fuck. “Say it again. Say my name again.” 

If there was anything Sebastian could safely claim to know about himself, the first was that he was a quick study. The second? There was nothing he wouldn’t do for you. Your smile, your praise, your satisfaction. All of it twined together in his mind the second he heard his name fall from your lips, and he continued his movements with newfound vigor so that every touch, every toe-curling pump of his fingers, had you shivering and writhing underneath him. 

A bright, heady flush crept its way down your cheeks and beneath the neckline of your blouse, but despite your obvious embarrassment, you obliged him. You let Sebastian hear you as you whimpered his name– the word tangled up with stuttered sighs and half-stifled moans. You let him hear you when you warned him that you were close, that you were going to come, that you wanted to come. 

The stars that had clouded his vision before came back with a vengeance when you cried out his name again and grabbed his wrist, holding his hand in place as the wind was effectively knocked out of you. Sebastian watched you come apart with greedy eyes, drinking in the sight of your entire body tensing and squirming until the painful throbbing between his legs became too much to bear. 

Fuck, he couldn’t wait any longer. 

“You’re so perfect,” Sebastian said in a quick rush as he withdrew his fingers, his cock twitching against his thigh when he shamelessly licked the evidence of your pleasure from his digits. “Gods, you taste so fucking good, too.” 

There was a quiet tension hanging between both of you as he sat back on his haunches to begin unbuttoning your top. His movements were gentle– reverent– as he slipped the clothing over your shoulders, and his breath caught in his throat when he realized that you weren’t wearing anything beneath the shirt. Your laugh when you took note of his expression sounded like wind chimes, but Sebastian couldn’t bring himself to feel negatively about it. Strangely enough, a warm sentimentality overtook him as he helped you shed all of your clothing. 

When you sat up to allow him to slide your blouse down your arms, he felt relieved that it was you he was doing this with for the first time. When he switched gears to begin removing his own clothing, he felt giddy knowing that only the walls were bearing witness to how blissed out he looked as he gazed upon your naked body. And when he settled back over you in a daze– his hands skimming lightly up your sides to savor the softness of your skin– he felt a dark possessiveness take root. 

A primal sort of male-pride filled him as he delighted in the fact that you trusted him. You wanted this with him. No one else. 

Done with his impromptu introspection, Sebastian slid his hands down your waist, over your pelvis, and finally wrapped them under your thighs. He hitched your legs up so they were bent on either side of his hips and cast a questioning look your way. His enthusiasm couldn’t outweigh his caution– not where you were concerned. “Are you ready?” 

You gave him a shallow dip of your chin, your throat bobbing nervously. “Can I ask a stupid question?” 

“Yes, I take the contraceptive potion.” 

“Not that!” You slapped your hands over your face, trying and failing to hide your reddening cheeks. If anymore blood rushed to your head, Sebastian wagered you might pass out. Peeking at him through your fingers, he heard you mutter, “That is good to know though…” 

He laughed softly as he began tenderly caressing your thighs. “What’s your question?” 

“What if, um…” your voice dropped to a whisper. “What if it doesn’t… fit?” 

Your eyes fell to Sebastian’s cock resting heavily above your folds, and it was his turn to flush, but not from embarrassment. His brows climbed up his forehead as he pulled you closer by your legs, and he couldn’t fight the smug grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Oh, it’ll fit. Don’t you worry your pretty head about that, darling.” 

Whether or not you believed him remained to be seen, but you did let your hands fall away from your face. You raised them above your head in an act of complete submission, and fuck– there was no way you could ever possibly know what that simple gesture did to him. 

Wordlessly, Sebastian shifted his hips back and lined the head of his cock up with your entrance. The first push had you hiccuping and holding your breath, and as much as he wanted to urge you not to do that, he wasn’t faring any better. It was hot. Tight and wet and way more overwhelming than he could have imagined. His heart was beating against his sternum so aggressively that he was certain you could hear it, and he had to blink rapidly to keep his wits about him. He still had a ways to go before he was fully sheathed, but for your sake and for his, he paused his movements. 

When he spotted your eyes clamped shut, he willed himself to groan, “You alright?” 

“Mhm,” you squeaked in quite possibly the most unconvincing way possible. “Just– just give me a second. It’s… a lot.” 

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” 

A few terse seconds ticked by, and with a few murmured reassurances from him, you eventually opened your eyes and nodded up at him. “Okay. Maybe just… go slow for a bit.” 

Hell, if he had waited this long, he could wait a little longer. He smiled and grunted in confirmation, then looked down to watch as another sliver of his cock disappeared inside of your wet, fluttering walls. You must have instinctively realized that holding your breath wasn’t the right thing to do, because the sound of your measured, shaky inhales graced Sebastian’s ears, and he made a point to mirror your breathing. Muted whispers of “Relax” and “There you go, just breathe” were the only words he spoke, and when his hips were finally flush to your rear, he sighed his praise into the empty air above him. “Good girl… fuck.” 

The way you suddenly clenched around his shaft almost sent him careening over the side of the bed, but your muffled moan acted as his anchor. Sebastian looked down at you in shock– trying and failing to process what the hell had just happened– but it wasn’t easy to utilize his brain with your cunt threatening to snap his cock clean off. 

“What– really?” The teasing lilt to his voice was almost completely hidden beneath its strain, but you still picked up on it. 

“I– I don’t know,” you groaned bitterly. “If you’re just going to keep teasing me, we can call it quits here–” 

“I’m done, I’m done,” he promised in a rush. Even still, he couldn’t stop himself from grinning. “I just wasn’t expecting you to like hearing that so much.” 

You huffed out a dry laugh, then lifted one of your legs to hook around his hip. Digging your heel into the small of his back forced him to abandon his hold on your other thigh so he could brace himself over you using his forearm, but the twinkle in your eyes told Sebastian that you liked the closer proximity better. It also told him that you were ready for more. 

He was a quick study, after all. 

His first few thrusts were shallow and slow. Partly because he needed to figure out what you could handle, but also partly because he couldn’t get enough of how your lashes fluttered every time he bottomed out. Barely there moans slipped past your parted lips, and when Sebastian testingly ground into you after a particularly grating pump of his hips, you groaned unabashedly. 

Gods, he was losing his fucking mind. Burying his head against your throat was the only thing he could do to keep himself from losing control, but the fact that the deep breath he sucked down was laced with your tantalizing scent didn’t help him at all. Every facet of your being was smothering his senses. It was the ultimate test of his restraint. 

Eventually, he felt your arms wrap loosely around his neck. You sounded winded when you asked, “Are you okay? We can slow down if you need to.”

Slow down? Hah… 

Sebastian picked up his head to fix his eyes on yours, and even if you hadn’t blanched, he would have known there was a fire burning in them. “You have no idea how much I’m holding back right now.” 

Your gulp was audible. Then, much like before when you’d caught him red-handed with your undergarments, you seemingly steeled your nerves and tried to meet him half-way. “Then don’t. I can handle it, I promise.” 

Bloody hell. 

Sebastian searched your eyes for permission. As soon as he found it– and thank Merlin he did– he was kissing you again, distracting you with his teeth and his tongue as he withdrew his cock languidly. When he sank back in, his pace was only slightly faster than before, but the difference was insane. His head felt lighter, his nerves blazed to life, and the tight coil that had been looming in the pit of his stomach since before you’d walked in on him earlier made its presence known. 

You scrambled to hook your other leg around his waist– barely given the room to do so before his thrusts became more powerful, more forceful. He felt fucking feral, but you’d always done that to him. You always brought out the parts of himself that he tried to keep hidden. Without any effort on your part, you had him acting a fool time and time again, unaware of the full extent of your influence over him. 

In the past, Sebastian would say it drove him mad. Now, though? He embraced it. He reveled in it. Only you could make his brain switch off so flawlessly. Only you could reduce him to a desperate, lust-drunk idiot, and he was well past the point of caring. 

Each slam of his hips into yours brought wet, sloppy squelching with it. His bed creaked furiously as his tempo increased, but if breaking the frame was the price to pay for getting to experience this moment, he would gladly sleep on the floor for the rest of his fucking life. The force of his thrusts punched airy moans from your lungs, and the sting of your nails biting into his neck intermingled with the pleasure coursing through him beautifully. Entrusting you to keep your ankles hooked around him, Sebastian released your thigh to bring his hand to your face, thumbing over your cheekbone and grinning when his touch prompted you to abandon your attempts at keeping your voice down. The tightness in his gut amplified tenfold when his name tumbled from your lips, and Sebastian let loose a groan of his own. 

“Say it again,” he whispered, pausing with his cock fully buried in your unbelievably wet cunt. He was giving it his all– trying to stop himself from ending everything so soon. “Again– say my name again.” 

You blinked up at him with a hazy, fucked-out expression that would singlehandedly fuel his masturbation sessions until the day he died. “S-Sebastian,” you groaned. “More, give me more. Please, Sebastian.” 

He damn near folded you in half the moment the plea left your lips. He buried his face in your shoulder, wrenched one of your arms away from his neck to lace his fingers tight with yours, then started hammering home like a trueborn deviant. He’d be feeling this later– you would, too– but he hoped that would be the case. He wanted to come back to this moment later on. If he could relive the feeling of your legs around his waist, of your nails biting into his flesh, of your wet cunt swallowing his cock up hungrily… fuck, what else did he need? 

More to the point, Sebastian silently prayed that you would remember everything, too. If the aches and bruises that would no doubt litter your body after the fact made you think of him, he could die a happy man. 

The mounting pressure in the pit of his stomach threatened to burst. Sebastian groaned, mouthing brainlessly against the skin of your throat as he rammed his cock into you harder and faster. While he still had some tiny, barely there semblance of control over not finishing, he had long since lost the ability to keep his voice down. Between labored grunts and guttural moans, he said, “Good– so good– you’re so good for me. Fuck, you’re such a good girl.” 

The gasp that escaped you brought a wicked smile to Sebastian’s lips, and even though you tried to stifle the whimper that followed, it was pointless. He heard it all the same, and he felt the way your walls tightened in response to his praise. Gods, he never could have imagined something so simple having such a complex effect on you. His mere words could bring you higher to the edge? 

His ego had officially quadrupled in size. 

He felt your fingers curl until your nails dug into the back of his hand, every inch of your body tensing as your own pleasure grew. “I’m– gods, please Sebastian. I think– hng.” 

Keeping his head low, Sebastian turned so his lips were directly against the shell of your ear. Almost condescendingly, he cooed, “I know. Go on, give me another one. Please? Be a good girl and give me one more– just one more.” 

Your walls tightened around his cock impossibly further, senseless babble sounding from you as he weaponized your affinity for praise. When Sebastian slipped his hand free from yours to wedge it between your bodies and thumb at your clit again, it was a bonafide miracle you didn’t break his shaft off entirely. The way he could feel your climax reaching its peak was utterly maddening. It was too much, but he held out that little bit longer until he was sure you were coming apart beneath him. 

Your arms shot out to wrap around his shoulders, and your knees dug into his sides as you clenched your legs around his waist with suffocating strength. Sebastian kept slamming into you all the while– kept rubbing those tormenting little circles against your clit– but he had the good grace to move his face over yours so he could kiss you. The hoarse, hiccuping moans he milked from you were swallowed up by him animalistically. 

He had meant it earlier when he’d said no one was allowed to hear you like this. No one but him. 

The feeling of you convulsing around him was more than enough for that coil in his stomach to finally snap. Unable and unwilling to hold himself back any longer, Sebastian groaned loud against your lips, his thrusts turning stuttered and frantic as you slowly came back to yourself. His brows pinched together as he desperately reached the point of no return, and then he felt you pull his head down so you could press your lips against his ear like he had done. 

“Inside. Inside– please?” 

He fucking screamed. 

Sebastian drove his hips into yours with so much force that it knocked you a few inches up the bed. Not that it made much of a difference, though. You were still clinging to him with every remaining ounce of strength you possessed. The hand he’d previously slipped between your bodies flew out to grip your thigh with bruising strength, and he let the majority of his weight settle over you as he rocked his hips into you before finally stilling. 

Fuck. 

It took a while for his body to quit trembling. There was no way to gauge the validity of his assumption, but he was positive he’d never cum so hard or so much. He genuinely wondered if the mess was seeping out at this point, but when that fleeting thought caused his cock to twitch inside of you again, he banished it to the far reaches of his mind. 

He needed a minute to collect his bearings before his own body tried killing him. 

Still out of breath, Sebastian decided to stop smothering you. He pushed himself up on shaky arms and carefully pulled out, then fell beside you against the bed. He didn’t hesitate before gathering you up in his arms, deriving a gross amount of satisfaction in the way you snuggled against his chest as though it was your gods-granted right to do so, and you sighed contentedly when he took to grazing his nails lightly over your back. 

The moment was interrupted, however, when you leaned into him more with a frown tugging at your lips. You reached behind yourself to fish out something that had been pressing into you uncomfortably, and when you brought your arm back around, the undergarments Sebastian had swiped from your bedroom were dangling from your fingers. 

“Oh…” he muttered, averting his gaze to the ceiling to better hide the guilt glimmering in his eyes. “Sorry again for that… don’t know what the fuck I was thinking.” 

“Do you want them?” 

Nevermind the ceiling– he went right back to staring at you, his mouth hanging open in blatant shock. “Uh, what?” 

The underwear was pushed closer towards his face, and if he didn’t have a pillow blocking his way, he would have leaned back more. Undeterred, you repeated, “Do you want them? I don’t mind. I probably would have thrown them away soon, anyway. They’re kind of…” 

His wide eyes jumped from you to the underwear, then back to you. “Old?” he helpfully supplied. 

“Yeah… well if you want them, they’re yours. Or the other pair.” You tossed the clothing to the foot of the bed, then turned back to face him with a coy smile playing on your pretty face. “Or you can forget about the underwear and just have me instead.”

The sight of you leaning towards him with your bare breasts seductively crushed between your arms had his blood supply splitting between the upper and lower halves of his body. While some of it rushed to heat his cheeks, most of it took a nosedive straight for his cock. Merlin… 

“Oh, no,” he drawled as he reached for you, his voice dripping with sarcasm. You laughed playfully when he hauled you back against his chest, and the weight of your body pressing down on his evicted the blood in his face and sent it lower with the rest. “I get to have you all to myself in exchange for giving up your underwear? What a dilemma…” 

“You’d better choose carefully,” you managed to say between giggles. “There’s a right answer, and I’ll be pretty disappointed if you pick the wrong one.” 

Sebastian wasn’t arrogant to think of himself as smart. He got good grades, studied when he needed to, and never turned in assignments late. That didn’t mean he didn’t make poor choices every now and then, though. His track record for stupid decisions was impressive, and there was a long list of people who would wholeheartedly agree with him if he had the guts to ask. 

But this choice? It was a no-brainer for him. 

Sebastian had never been one for subtlety. In Ominis’ own words, he wore his heart on his sleeve and let his emotions fuel his tone, but there was little he could do to remedy that fact. Tiptoeing around a subject or beating around the bush never failed to frustrate him. He preferred it when people said what they meant and meant what they said. Being straight up and getting to the point spared him a headache and prevented him from losing his temper, which was the best case scenario for everyone. 

Sebastian said what he wanted, did what he wanted, and never wasted his breath apologizing for his actions when he knew deep down that he wouldn’t mean it anyways. Placations were pointless. 

Unless, however, you were involved. 

Everything about you had driven Sebastian mad for the last three years. From the moment you had arrived at Hogwarts, he had been completely and utterly entranced by you. Then you’d gone and broken his dueling win streak in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the infatuation had turned into obsession. You were the one person he wouldn’t– no, couldn’t be authentic with. How could he be? You made him stupid. He could barely think straight around you, his mind imbuing him with the sorts of thoughts that would land him in an asylum if he voiced them. If he didn’t filter himself around you, it wouldn’t end well. Not for him, and certainly not for you. 

He didn’t know if your obliviousness to his behavior was all for show or if it was completely genuine, but he didn’t want to risk finding out. 

“Sebastian?” Your voice made him go rigid, the tired rasp to your voice sending his body’s entire blood supply straight between his legs.  

“What?” 

“Do you want to work on that History of Magic report with me later? I fell asleep and missed half of the lecture.” 

He watched you over the rim of his cup, the steam from the hot chocolate wafting into the air and obscuring his view of you slightly. Of course he knew you’d fallen asleep– he had been watching your head bob up and down for twenty minutes in class before the fatigue had won out and you’d slumped over your desk. Professor Binns was always too preoccupied with floating listlessly around the chalkboard to take notice, which was why Sebastian hadn’t bothered to wake you up. If you were tired, you needed to rest. 

More to the point, Sebastian enjoyed watching you when you weren’t looking. What better opportunity was there to do so than while you slept? 

Your chin was daintily perched in your palm as you pushed around the food on your plate, waiting patiently for his answer. With your tired smile and half-lidded eyes, he was convinced you were on the verge of passing out again. How late had you stayed up last night? What had you been doing instead of sleeping? Had you gone out with your friends– or Merlin forbid– someone else?

He banished the train of thought from his mind, lest he piss himself off with the possible answers. “Sure. Library?” 

“Hm… can we go to your room? If I fall asleep again, at least it’ll be in an actual bed.” 

The mental image of you sprawled out on his bed did nothing to alleviate the growing bulge straining against his trousers. His jaw hardened as he breathed in deeply through his nose, then exhaled through his pursed lips. “Yeah, fine. I won’t do the work for you if you fall asleep, though.” 

Your tired expression lit up as you beamed at him, and his stomach churned violently. It was pathetic how smitten he was. He knew he would agree to come to class in a ballgown if it meant getting to glimpse that dazzling grin of yours. 

The smile he gave you was mildly strained, but you didn’t notice. Thankfully. 

Sebastian spent the rest of lunch holding his breath and thinking of anything that fit the criteria of gross and off-putting. He had to. It wasn’t like he could rub one out in the middle of the Great Hall to get rid of the half-mast hidden behind his zipper. He couldn’t even excuse himself to go back to his dorm to take care of it in private– he’d be showcasing the full extent of the problem between his legs to the entire student body if he did. You were none the wiser to his internal turmoil as you rambled on innocently about one thing or another, but he could barely hear you over the rush of blood in his ears. 

He checked the giant grandfather clock against the wall. Twenty more minutes for lunch. With any luck, it would prove to be enough time for his cock to calm the fuck down. 

—

You were always late. 

Sebastian had grown accustomed to your unyielding habit of showing up places behind schedule. In the beginning it had bothered him, if only because he was the exact opposite. He had to be early to everything on his agenda, otherwise he was panicky and on edge. But your reliable tendency to arrive after an agreed upon time was exactly what he needed right now, because if he didn’t kill the boner he’d been sporting since lunch, he was going to lose his fucking mind. 

The dorm was empty since all of his roommates were either in the Library or in Hogsmeade, but Sebastian still tried to stifle his noises. Choked moans of your name were bitten back and swallowed as his fist furiously worked the aching length of his cock. There was nothing sensual or graceful about how he moved his hand– it was all frantic. Berserk, even. His fingers were pressed roughly against his shaft, his wrist twisting rapidly over the head as he tried to practically yank his orgasm out. Any other day he would be ashamed of how pitiful he had to look, but not now. 

Right now, he was desperate. He had to stave off his cravings for you as a precaution before you showed up, otherwise he knew he’d be done for. 

A quick succession of three knocks sounded from the door, halting his movements. Then Sebastian’s blood ran cold when he heard your voice from the other side. “Sebastian? Are you here?” 

The stinging slap from his hand clamping over his mouth worked to snap his mind out of its lust-induced haze. Squeezing the base of his cock with bruising strength, Sebastian let his head fall back against the headboard of his bed as tears of frustration and pent-up pleasure filled his eyes. He blinked them back stubbornly, digging his teeth into his thumb as his entire body seized with agitation. 

Figures that this was the one time you were actually early. 

You started knocking again, your knuckles rapping against the wood of the door faster, your impatience permeating the air on your side of the wall until it was too much to bear. 

Sebastian snarled as he hastily stuffed himself back in his pants, at a complete loss for how to proceed. He was hardly in a state to be around you right now. All of this had been so he wouldn’t be a fraught mess around you, but now things were ten times worse. His legs were tense as he swung them over the side of the bed and made his way to the door, taking an extra moment to readjust his painfully hard cock in his pants before undoing the lock and wrenching the door open. 

“Finally,” you huffed angrily, your narrowed eyes widening when they took note of his flushed, sweaty face. “Merlin, what’s wrong with you? Are you sick?” 

“You’re early,” Sebastian replied flatly, ignoring your question completely. 

“Yeah, Garreth offered to help Poppy out at the stalls for me so I came over sooner. What’s the matter with you?” 

“I–” Shit, what did he say? His brain scrambled for an excuse, his red cheeks and disheveled clothing leaving little room for interpretation. Unless… “I was working out. Getting ready for Quidditch next week. I thought I’d have more time to finish up and shower, but now you’re here.” 

“Oh! I’m sorry, I forgot about Quidditch. Figures Imelda is making you prepare early,” you waved your hand over your shoulder in the general direction of the bathroom. “Go ahead, don’t stop on my account. I can start reviewing what notes I did manage to take today.” 

Sebastian wasn’t sure whether or not he was grateful for your lack of attention. The clueless facade you maintained where he was concerned made him equal parts angry and confused. Didn’t you know he was a man? An eighteen year old man who catered to your every whim? A legal adult whose room you spent an unorthodox amount of time in? Anyone with eyes could see that Sebastian was into you, and yet you never gave him any sign that you were aware of his feelings for you. 

It was mind-boggling. It was frustrating. He was at the end of his rope.

And he still needed to shower. 

“Give me ten minutes,” he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to you. You nodded and stepped inside his room, watching as he stiffly grabbed a change of clothes and a towel before striding past you without a second glance. 

If the universe held any affection for him at all, a cold shower would be enough to loosen the tight knot in the pit of his stomach. 

—

Unsurprisingly, Sebastian’s excursion to the bathroom was unsatisfying. The shower head ought to count itself lucky that it was still mounted to the wall and not lying in a broken, dented heap on the floor. The icy spray of water had eased the problem between his thighs, but it had also snapped him out of his stupor, sharpened his senses, and left him with the grating realization that nothing would help him quench his thirst for you. 

After donning a pair of pajama pants and an old Quidditch jersey that had definitely seen better days, Sebastian slowly– painfully– made his way back to you. He dimly towel dried his hair as he shuffled towards the door, giving himself as much time as possible to steel his nerves and barricade his lustful thoughts behind a mental, brick shield. A chill snaked its way up his spine as the cold air of the Slytherin dorms kissed his damp skin, but he barely paid it any mind. 

He would rather be cold than embarrassingly hard. 

When Sebastian pushed the door open, he found you laid out on his bed on your stomach, a textbook and a pile of notes situated before you. You’d shed your robes and were clad in your school uniform, the trousers you’d stubbornly kept since last year acting like a second skin. The passage of time was ultimately Sebastian’s greatest enemy, because with every month that went by, you changed. Physically changed. You were taller, curvier, and more womanly than ever. Instead of replacing your uniform with one that fit, you held on to ones from years past that had no business living in your drawers. 

That perky ass of yours was going to be his undoing. Why did that outdated pair of trousers have to hug your hips so nicely? 

He averted his gaze to the wall, curling his hands into tight fists that left violent red crescents on his palms. Get a grip, he thought to himself. 

“You certainly made yourself comfortable,” he finally managed to bite out, his voice strained and pitched higher than normal. Idiot. 

You glanced over at him with what he could only describe as a doe-eyed look. Those plush lips of yours were parted in mild surprise before they curled up into an easy smile, and your feet proceeded to kick up in the air playfully. “Your bed is much more comfortable than the one in my dorm.”

Deep breaths. Deep fucking breaths, Sebastian. 

“Is that why you’ve practically moved in here? Not sleeping well in your own room?” 

“Among other things,” you admitted around a sigh. “Don’t pretend like you don’t live for my company though. What else would you do if I wasn’t around to pester you?” 

“Relax, most likely.” He allowed himself a shit-eating smirk, and he was rewarded by the sound of your indignant gasp. Closing the distance between you both, Sebastian sat down on the edge of the bed, confidently moving so that he was situated against the headboard for the second time today. You shifted around to give him more space, then brazenly draped your legs over his before shoving your notes into his lap. 

His smirk vanished, and it took everything in him not to let out the choked groan that bubbled in his throat in response to the close proximity. “Whatever. You love me, and we both know it,” you huffed tauntingly, your downcast eyes keeping you from seeing the way his adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed thickly. “Now read over this and tell me if I got most of the important material. Then I can start drafting the paper.” 

History of Magic was the one class that never failed to make everyone sleepy, but presently? Working on an assignment like this with you in the wake of his shitty day? Sebastian had never been more awake, and it had everything to do with how pent-up he was. With excruciating restraint, he blocked out the feeling of your legs weighing down on his thighs and picked up the notes. 

It was going to be a long, long evening. 

—

It hadn’t been easy for Sebastian to maintain his composure for an hour straight, and there was even more truth to that fact now. You were still propped up against the bedpost with your notes scattered around you, your legs still tossed lazily over his, only you wouldn’t stop fidgeting. 

Seriously. Sitting still was a foreign concept to you and had been for the last twenty minutes, because your feet wouldn’t quit fucking rubbing together. That wasn’t the direct cause of Sebastian’s frayed composure. It was the fact that your incessant twitching was pulling on the fabric of his pants, drawing the material taught over his groin over and over and over. It wasn’t an unusual thing for you to get so restless after studying for so long without a break, but considering that his impromptu masturbation session had been cut short earlier, he was loads more anxious than usual.  

He didn’t mean to be so aggressive when he slapped his hands over your knees, stilling your absentminded writhing with a scowl. Later on he would apologize– and mean it– for being so harsh. But if he didn’t put a stop to your shifting, he was going to have bigger problems that superseded you being upset with him. 

“Hey!” Your head snapped up from your notes, your grip on your quill turning white knuckled as you openly glared at him. “That hurts. Let go–”

“Stop moving so much, you’re driving me insane!” He fired back defensively, hating how gruff his voice sounded. “Is it too much for you to sit still?” 

Your brows rose up your forehead in complete bewilderment, your expression warring between offended and shocked. “You could just ask next time instead of trying to dislocate my kneecaps. Merlin…” Sebastian didn’t know whether to be relieved or disgruntled when you attempted to withdraw your legs from his lap. Either way, he refused to let you move the limbs, and your loud sigh was laced with blatant vexation. “Let go, I’ll just move–” 

“No. I don’t want you to move, I just want you to relax.”

Your wary gaze pierced right through him, and if he wasn’t already coiled tighter than a fucking spring, he would stiffen at the way your lower lip jutted out into a pout. You obeyed, though, your legs staying mercifully still as you went back to reading over the notes he had added to, and Sebastian took the opportunity to watch you through his lashes while he pretended to look down at the papers in his own lap. 

Mussed strands of hair fell into your face, a byproduct of how frequently you’d run your fingers through them. Following summer break, you had returned to school with a light smattering of freckles dusting your nose. They couldn’t hold a candle to the ones that covered damn near every inch of him, but they were still pretty. Cute, even. The dark rings under your eyes would have looked sickly on anyone else, but in your case, they made the whites of your eyes all the more vibrant. You looked like a doll. 

A scrumptious, effortlessly beautiful doll. 

He watched as you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, scratching out something you had written before hastily replacing the sentence with another. When the bit of skin was released, it was left red, swollen, and far more tempting than it had any right to be. 

He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to bite at your lips, your neck, your breasts, and leave imprints of his teeth all over you. He wanted to mark every inch of your body and lay his claim in some primal, unseemly way that went against every lick of gentlemanliness he had been taught. He wanted to toss his inhibitions to the wind and indulge in the taste of you– something he had wondered about for a long, long time. Were you as sweet as he imagined? Would your thighs work to crush his head if he found himself situated between them, lapping up your essence like a man starved? 

When your head popped up to glance at him again, Sebastian was unprepared for it. He was still staring– no, ogling you– with his eyes narrowed and his chest rising and falling rapidly. His fantasies had gotten the better of him and had left him a panting, lust-drunk mess. Another cold shower couldn’t even begin to lessen the painful throbbing of his cock. All of his hard work at keeping calm and in control had just flown out the fucking window, and he could only thank the stars in the sky that he had a pile of notes in his lap, concealing the evidence of his innermost thoughts. 

“Are you sure you’re not coming down with something?” You asked him, abandoning your quill against the mattress so you could sit forward and scan his very flushed, very tense face. 

“I’m fine,” he looked away, trying and failing to wave you off. 

Stubborn as ever, you didn’t back down. “You’re all red. Do you have a fever?” 

“Seriously– I’m fine. Don’t worry about it, just finish your report already.” 

The force of his heart hammering against his sternum left him worried that it was about to jump out of his ribcage. Your hand was suddenly closing in on him, concern etched across your features as you shifted your legs to move closer into his space. The tantalizing smell of your perfume oil invaded his senses, filling his nose and setting his blood alight in his veins. There was something to be said about how primal humans could be when it came to scents. Yours had always been incredibly intoxicating, and Sebastian was all too willing to breathe it in deeply as the back of your hand made contact with his forehead. 

He was so fucked. 

“You’re burning up. Maybe we should call it a night… you probably need to sleep it off.” 

“I don’t need sleep,” he insisted with a frown, reaching up to pry your hand away from his face. “I already told you; I feel fine. Just drop it.” 

That spark of rebellion you reserved for your most loathed enemies came to life behind your irises, burning brighter than the sun as you narrowed your eyes at him and tried to plant your hand against his forehead again. Sebastian held you back with little effort, your arm shaking with the force you exerted in your attempts. “You’ve been weird all day– if you’re sick, you need to be checked out. So either you tell me what’s wrong with you, or I’ll drag you to the Hospital Wing myself.” 

That dark, animalistic part of him that conjured up the most obscene of daydreams silently laughed at your threat. Drag him? You couldn’t move him if you tried. He was infinitely stronger than you– broader, faster, tougher. You were the prey his inner predator yearned to claim. It was your fault that he was so out of it today, and yet you had the gall to order him around? 

With the utmost difficulty, Sebastian checked himself in record time, reining in the bestial side of him as his grip on your wrist tightened. “For the last time, nothing is wrong. If you can’t accept that, then leave. There’s the door. You have your notes– go finish your report in your own room.” 

You scoffed and strained in his hold, realizing that your attempts at moving your hand forward were fruitless. Then, faster than Sebastian could process, you threw your other arm out– deciding that if he was going to hold back your left hand, your right could pick up where the other had left off. He instinctively jerked you sideways to throw you off balance, which sent you careening forward against his chest. A guttural, almost pained groan ripped from his throat when your palm pressed directly against the throbbing bulge in his pants, your efforts to catch yourself effectively giving him away. 

The jig was up. Your hand was right on his cock, the notes in his lap crinkling loudly as your fingers flexed in alarm. His eyes, which had squeezed shut in response to the abrupt contact, cracked open to find you blinking up at him blearily. “S-Sebastian?” 

“Stop. Just don’t,” he grit through his teeth, his molars clenching together so roughly that he was certain his jaw would lock. 

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t– I shouldn’t have–” you tried to backpedal away from him to remove yourself from his personal space, but you only succeeded in applying more pressure to his groin. A choked whimper escaped his lips, the sound forming too quickly for him to stifle it and too loudly for you to have missed it. 

Fuck. 

Sebastian blindly yanked you forward so the brunt of your weight was pressed against his chest. His arm wrapped around your waist to prevent you from escalating the situation further, and the sigh of relief that slipped through his teeth when you moved your hand away from his cock was pathetic. He was pathetic. 

He was glad that you couldn’t see his face when he desperately whispered, “Don’t– don’t fucking move. Please, just… give me a minute.” 

That was all he needed. A moment of reprieve. He needed sixty, uninterrupted seconds to focus on his breathing– to imagine a Dugbog in a swimsuit, or Madame Scribbner in lingerie. He needed to cycle through the things that never failed to kill his libido, and he could only do that if you let him. 

You didn’t. Fuck– you didn’t even give him five seconds to open his eyes. Before he knew what was happening, your hand was back on his cock, your fingers digging into the parchment that covered his lap as you fucking squeezed his pulsing length with intention. 

The effect was instantaneous, and the sounds that fell from Sebastian’s lips were ones that would be seared into your brain until the end of time. His brain, too. He had never made such a wretched noise in all his eighteen years of living. 

“Don’t make me throw you off this bed,” he growled slowly, but the high-pitched edge to his voice made it seem like despite his words, he was secretly pleading for it.

The image of himself climbing over you on the hardwood floor, pinning those damnable hands of yours above your head with one hand while the other was knuckle deep in your tight, fluttering cunt flooded his mind, and the brick wall of restraint he had constructed earlier crumbled into dust. He sucked down a shaky breath, his entire body vibrating with need as you gave him yet another testing squeeze, and that was what finally prompted him to seek out your eyes. 

They were glimmering with unrestrained curiosity, something strangely like wonder dancing behind your pupils. “What the hell are you doing?” 

“I don’t know,” you admitted breathlessly, the prettiest flush Sebastian had ever seen spreading across your cheeks as you glanced down to where you gripped him. “I just… is this why you’ve been so out of it today?” 

“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into,” he rumbled, his mind urging him to shove you away while his body begged him to arch into your touch. “You better stop while you still have the chance.” 

“But…” you trailed off, squeezing him for the third time and jumping when he hissed loudly through his teeth. “This seems pretty bad. Painful, even.” 

If he wasn’t so wound up, he would have laughed. “You don’t even know the half of it.” 

Sebastian was convinced that he was the hardest he had ever been. The dual sensations of your hand on his cock and your shallow breaths fanning across his cheek had him dripping precum, the fluid swiftly soaking through the fabric of his pants and creating a stark wet patch that you noticed immediately. Almost testingly, you swiped your thumb over the spot, sending a bolt of arousal straight through him that left him gasping with need. 

His willpower was shot. It was going to take a fucking miracle to come back from this. You had effectively taken every last bit of Sebastian’s resolve and crushed it all beneath your heel, leaving him trembling and keening as every part of your being invaded his senses and held him hostage. 

“Fuck– please,” he moaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He couldn’t look at you right now– it would be the end of everything if he did. The end of this insanely euphoric moment, the end of his restraint, and maybe even the end of his friendship with you. This was… uncharted territory. He was scared to explore it, but gods, did he want to. “Please, I can’t– I can’t take it…” 

He heard you swallow, your hesitation evident in the way you paused before lifting your hand away from his groin. The wrist he had held apart from you slipped free, his fingers closing over nothing but air, and a wave of disappointment crashed over him. Every inch of skin you pried away left him emptier and emptier, his heart and his dignity deflating with each passing second. His chest felt tight, and he was fully prepared to sit there in agonizing silence while you gathered your things to leave as fast as your legs could take you. 

But then your hands were back– on either side of his face to tilt his head up to yours– and his sharp intake of breath was smothered by your soft, delectable lips pressing against his. 

Bloody hell. 

You weren’t leaving. 

A switch flipped. 

A carnal growl ripped from the back of his throat, and then he had you splayed out on your back with his knee wedged insistently between your thighs. He faintly heard the sound of your notes being scattered across the floor, but your startled gasp transforming into a hapless moan was more important. His lips crashed back into yours with zeal, the mask he had maintained this entire time dissipating like smoke in the wind, and his tongue bullied its way into your mouth, probing and tasting as though he didn’t have enough time to memorize every facet of information he unearthed. 

You tried to match his pace the best you could, nipping at his lips and breathing heavily into his mouth, but your attempts only annoyed Sebastian. He asserted dominance by grabbing your chin between his index finger and thumb, then pried your lips apart with his tongue and conquered your mouth wholly and without subtlety. 

“I need you,” he panted against your face, his fingers digging sharply into your hips. “I need you so bad, darling.”

You could only moan shakily when Sebastian dove back in to latch his lips over your pulse, peppering your neck with wet, sloppy kisses and decorating it with an assortment of love-bites. His teeth left a trail of imprints that his tongue worked to soothe, comforting you like he always had while hopelessly committing the taste of your salty skin to memory. 

Sebastian felt you shudder as he worked his way up the column of your neck to the sensitive area below your ear. He nipped at the warm flesh waiting for him there, and when you whined and shamelessly bared more of yourself to him, he couldn’t stop himself from grinding his clothed cock against your hip. “Please, fuck– let me taste you. I’ll do anything you ask, just spread your legs and let me make you feel good.”

Your breathing hitched, and you tried to turn your head towards him, but he was too busy panting against your neck to meet your flustered stare. “S-Sebastian–” 

“Please, darling. I’m fucking begging here. Let me in. Let me do this.” 

Sebastian sounded drunk, his mind positively swimming with lust. The prospect of getting to see you like this, of getting to touch you, was driving him absolutely insane. His voice was airy and reedy– almost choked as though he couldn’t get the words out fast enough. 

“I– I’ve never done this before,” you stammered softly, your cheeks flushing with humiliation at the revelation. 

Sebastian’s head snapped up, a fire burning behind his eyes as he stared down at you with newfound hunger, and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he had to look deranged. “You– no one has ever touched you like this? Never?” 

“I mean, I’ve been kissed before, but not…” you trailed off, suddenly bashful in the face of your inexperience. “I don’t know what I’m doing.” 

Something buried deep inside of him broke free at that moment– a wild, untamable piece of himself that salivated at the fact that you were a virgin. No one had ever laid with you before. No one had ever glimpsed the intimate, private parts of yourself that were always hidden beneath that damn uniform. He would be the first– he would be your first. It should have been impossible, but the thought alone made him harder, his cock straining and leaking so much precum that he wouldn’t be surprised if it was dripping through the fabric of his pants. 

Rational thinking returned to him then, and he was able to blink back the fog that shrouded his morals. “We can stop,” he croaked, not meaning a fucking word of it. “Fuck– tell me to stop and I’ll leave you alone. We can’t come back from this. Tell me to back off and I will.” 

“I…” uncertainty washed over your pretty features, and much like before, Sebastian’s heart sank into the pit of his stomach. He was so selfish. He was such a self-serving bastard– he didn’t want you to call him off. He wasn’t the religious type in the slightest, but for the first time in his entire life, Sebastian started honest to God praying that you wanted this. That you wanted him. 

He was going to have to make a point to pray more, because after a few tense beats of silence, he heard you shyly murmur, “I don’t want you to stop.” 

Fuck. Thank Merlin. 

There would be time later to be embarrassed about how his body sagged with relief. He was too busy kissing you again to bother with such a trivial emotion right now. Savoring your taste with a deep groan, Sebastian allowed himself a minute to grind against your hip, then moved back so he could begin the laborious process of stripping your too-tight trousers from your legs. It took longer than he would have liked, but once the attire reached the base of your ankles, he was able to rip them off and discard them haphazardly over his shoulder. 

“Need to burn those,” he growled. “They drive me crazy.” 

A brief huff of amusement came from you, and you squeezed your knees together in some feeble attempt to hide yourself from him. “They’re just pants.”

He didn’t have the mental capacity to get into why he had such a potent love-hate relationship with the clothing. Instead of explaining himself, he reached out to pry your legs apart, taking immense satisfaction in the way you squeaked and your entire face turned red. “Let me taste you. I’ve been wanting to for so fucking long– I swear I’ll make you feel good, love.” 

Sebastian was sure that if he opened a dictionary to look up the word ‘disoriented’, there would be a photo of your face printed right next to it. You had never looked at him like that before; flushed, wide-eyed, and with traces of both confusion and arousal shadowing your tight features. Your expression had no right to rile him up the way it did, but he wasn’t interested in hiding his thirst for you. Not anymore. 

“Are you sure?” You asked him, voice quivering. “That– I mean, if it’s gross or anything, don’t feel like you have to.” 

Sebastian scoffed. You had no clue how extensive his fantasies were. As if he could ever be grossed out by you. 

The level of innocence you displayed only spurred him on faster, and he eagerly sat forward to cover your mouth with his again, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons of your blouse so he could wrench it over your shoulders. Even though he was vibrating with barely contained need, he had to allow himself a moment to take in the sight of you completely bare, the staps of your brassiere hanging seductively over the sides of your arms and tightening the knot in the pit of his stomach. Your undergarments had to be as outdated as your trousers, because they were snug, short, and way too sheer to qualify as new. 

He needed to burn those, too. 

Sebastian watched you with predatory intent as he slipped his fingers under the waistband of your unmentionables, letting his nails scratch against your thighs when he began to drag the clothing down your legs. Without your blouse in the way, he was able to see the full extent of your reddening skin, the color more vibrant than the Gryffindor banners that hung in the Great Hall. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, then stilled when the underwear was fully removed. Save for your brassiere, you were completely bare before him, and Sebastian audibly moaned when he looked down to find your folds glistening with moisture already. 

“I’m going to drink up everything you have to give me until there’s nothing left,” he braced his hands on either side of your hips to lower himself onto his stomach, taking care to plant soft, revering kisses against your hip bones. “I know you taste so fucking good. I just know it…” 

Your entire body tensed when you felt Sebastian exhale against your damp center, his eyes fluttering shut as he inhaled your intoxicating scent. Then before you could collect your bearings, he was licking a broad, flat stripe up your slit, collecting as much of your wetness as he possibly could, and the sensation made you jolt. “S-Sebastian–” you gasped, digging your fingers into the rumpled sheets of the bed in a bid to ground yourself. 

“Yeah, say my name,” he urged roughly, his chest swelling with male pride. The sound of his name on your lips had the same effect as a bolt of lightning; it sliced through him to his very core, electric and unbelievably erotic, and he brazenly covered the entirety of your cunt with his mouth, licking and sucking at whatever parts of you he could reach. 

The wetness that covered you was so extensive, it was hard to tell whether it was your own arousal or Sebastian’s saliva to blame. A cacophony of moans and whines tumbled from your throat without restraint, prompting him to dig his nails into your sides as he hauled you closer. He fucked his tongue into you with inhuman vigor, his jaw aching in protest, but he ignored the discomfort and continued to devour every drop of your essence like he would die if he didn’t. 

It was so messy, too. Sebastian could feel the moisture dripping down his chin, but that only inspired him to work harder– his grip on your waist turning so severe that he knew he would find finger shaped bruises there later. Another mark left by him. Another brand proving that you were his. 

“I knew it,” he panted hoarsely, his voice strained and deep as though he’d been screaming before now. “You taste so good, darling– so fucking sweet.”

“I– Sebastian, I–” you covered your face with your hands, the appendages shaking in earnest as your muscles began to tense. “Fuck, I think I–”

He sucked your clit between his lips then, laving his tongue over the swollen bud with so much pressure that your hips bucked against his face. The chuckle he let loose was guttural and dark, and he broke his unwavering concentration to glance up at you. “Are you close? You want to come for me, huh?” 

Sebastian knew you had to be embarrassed, because you were still hiding behind your hands, the heels of your palms digging into your sockets. He could faintly see the row of teeth-shaped marks that lined your neck, but the majority of his hard work from earlier was concealed by your forearms. That wouldn’t do. He reached up and wrenched one of your arms away to reveal your watery stare, the glassy sheen covering your eyes telling him everything he needed to know about how close to the edge you were. 

“Don’t hide from me. I want to see your face when you fall apart on my tongue.” 

“It’s embarrassing,” your voice shook, as did the hand Sebastian held in his own. “I can’t– it feels hot. Like I’m on fire. I can’t even think–” 

“Then don’t,” he interjected immediately, tenderly kissing the insides of your thighs in a way that made your stomach churn. “Don’t think. Just feel. Let me do all the work, and you just sit there and enjoy every second of it.” 

It was a simple enough concept, but you still yelped when he dove back in, the singular hand he kept on your waist pulling you down so he was smothered by your wet, pulsing cunt. Sebastian didn’t waste any time picking up where he’d left off, his eyes burning as your potent scent drove him into a frenzy. He inhaled sharply as his tongue poked and prodded incessantly, its only goal to collect as much of your slick as possible, the ferocity of his movements making you tremble. Your nerves were totally scorched as the heat within your body reached new levels, the pleasure building in your gut nearing a peak that you were almost afraid to fall over. 

“S-Sebastian, I can’t– ah!” Your words transformed into a keening moan when Sebastian sucked your puffy nub into his mouth again. The bedframe shook in time with your own vibrating, your eyes crossing as the symphony of ecstasy he gave to you climbed to its crescendo. Sebastian’s lungs burned from the lack of oxygen he sucked down, but he didn’t care. If he suffocated to death while fused to your sopping wet cunt, he would die a happy man. 

Breaking away from your clit for a brief moment, he hastily murmured, “Come on, love, let go. Use me and let go.” 

He released your arm and tucked his hand somewhere under his chest, your confusion lasting for all of two seconds before you felt his fingers snaking their way inside of you. There was no resistance thanks to the slick gushing from your hole, the wetness saturating his hand and making him groan with desire. Sebastian’s tongue continued to flick and press against your bundle of nerves with reckless abandon, his fingers pumping and curling in and out of you as you deliriously cried out his name. Your walls tightened around his digits, sucking them deeper at the same time your brows furrowed in alarm, and Sebastian knew he had you right where he wanted you. 

“Sebastian– wait, I can’t– I’m going to–” 

His eyes strained as he fixed them on your face, his lips barely parting from your clit as he encouraged you. “Come on, darling, come on my face. Be a good girl and let go– just let go.” 

The praise drove you clean over the edge, the coil in the pit of your stomach finally snapping as his voice and his fingers and his tongue reduced you to a quaking, moaning mess. Sebastian’s desperation for you consumed you, pure rapture washing over your limbs before they fell boneless against the mattress. Stars danced in the corners of your vision, and you heard and felt Sebastian groan against you before his unrelenting grip on your waist went slack. 

You hardly registered him slipping his fingers free from your cunt and climbing over you until his face was right in front of yours. Sebastian took a flurry of mental snapshots of you, tucking each one into the far reaches of his mind and vowing to himself that he would never forget the fucked-out expression you bore. He made a point to suck the remnants of your pleasure from his digits while maintaining eye contact, and you whimpered breathlessly at the sight. 

“You were so good for me,” Sebastian cooed as he gathered you up in his arms. He moved so his back was nestled against the pillows before repositioning you so your head was tucked against his shoulder. Soothingly, he carded his fingers through your hair as he asked, “Are you okay?” 

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine,” you managed between deep, shuddering breaths. “What about you?” 

“More than okay. Don’t you worry about me.” 

“But…” your eyes flicked down at the same time he tried to cover the blossoming wet patch on his pajama pants. “I thought you didn’t–”

Almost sheepishly, he admitted, “I did. Trust me, that did more for me than you could possibly imagine. I’m sorry for being so aggressive. And for being such a prick today. I just… it’s been hard to rein it in around you recently.” 

He felt your chin dig into the side of his pec as you glanced up at him, the virtuous, doe-eyed look you fixed him with threatening to undo him all over again. “Rein what in?” 

“You can’t honestly tell me you don’t realize the effect you have on me, right?” He pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers, squeezing his eyes shut as he dredged up the very thoughts that had been hounding him for years. “I’m hopeless where you’re concerned. I get stupid. I act like a daft, brainless idiot, and you just strut about without a clue. I thought I’d finally gotten the hang of keeping that under control, but…” 

“Apparently not,” you helpfully supplied, and Sebastian grunted confirmingly. Those blasted trousers of yours had nullified the remnants of his restraint. So had your eyes. And your hands and your voice. All of you was to blame, really. Like he’d said from the very beginning; he was hopeless where you were concerned. 

“Anyway, thank you for… well, that.” 

“Please don’t thank me,” your face pinched, your body going rigid. “Then it will feel transactional, and I don’t want that.” 

Fair point. “What do you want, then?” 

That rosy flush reappeared against your cheeks, and Sebastian had to beat back the smile that threatened to split his face in the wake of your obvious shyness. “I– well… is there anything I can do for you?” 

Yes. No. Maybe? Sebastian’s laugh was humorless, mostly because there wasn’t anything funny about how his cock twitched in interest at the offer. “I don’t think we need to venture down that path right now. Especially since you’ve already given up so much tonight. I honestly feel kind of bad that your first experience was me jumping your bones…” 

“But what if that’s what I want?” His heart leapt up into his throat so fast that he nearly choked. The kind of uncertainty that went hand in hand with inexperience was written all over your face, but the stubborn set to your jaw told Sebastian that you were serious. Was he dreaming? Maybe he had passed out in the bathroom and this was all a very lovely, very cruel figment of his imagination. You pressed on, “Maybe I want to walk down that path with you. There’s no one else I trust as much as you, so… what would be the harm?” 

This time, Sebastian’s chuckle was genuine. He blinked rapidly, sucking in a deep breath in the hopes that it would settle his nerves and calm his racing blood. It didn’t work. “In that case, there’s plenty you could do for me, darling. I still think we should save it for next time, though.” 

You appeared to chew the inside of your cheek, your brows furrowing as you contemplated something that interested Sebastian to no end. Then, before he could process what you were doing, the hand that had been splayed against his chest inched down tauntingly, your nails dragging lightly across his skin. His breathing hitched, and then it stopped entirely when you gripped him through his pants. Much like he’d expected, the conversation had roused his cock back to life, and he was achingly hard in your hand. 

“I want ‘next time’ to be right now,” you declared stubbornly, pulling a hiss from him when your fingers rubbed over the sensitive head of his length. “I’m a little curious about this. You recovered pretty fast, but if you’re too tired…”

The wicked gleam in your eyes conveyed quite clearly that you knew exactly what you were doing. Where had the bashful innocence gone? Sebastian had blinked and suddenly it was like he was staring at a different woman, the challenge in your voice leaving him with one daunting realization. 

Either he had created a monster, or there had always been one lurking beneath the surface. 

Hello,

I wanted to let you know my uncle Solomon will be away for the weekend, so I’d like to invite you to Feldcroft for a sleepover. I’ve really missed you this summer and I would love to see you!

Sincerely,

Anne

You were so excited you almost didn’t even send your owl back to inform Anne of your visit before heading to the Floo Flame. Of course Anne wouldn’t mind if you’d shown up without notice beforehand, but a response is always polite.

Anne was your best friend since your very first year at Hogwarts. Now you’re in your seventh year, and this happens to be the very first time you’ve been invited to her cottage. Her uncle has never been fond of her having visitors, and you were alright with that. You preferred to avoid him entirely, as he’d always been incredibly cold towards you, as he is with everyone. You never understood why he seemed to be so mad at the world.

As much as you were eager to spend the night with Anne, especially with no adult supervision (Because who wants that at 18?), you couldn’t deny you were highly anticipating spending a night with her brother Sebastian as well. You’ve known Sebastian as long as you’ve known Anne, and you know each other pretty well, but you’ve never been as close with him. However, your relationship is friendly and you are comfortable around one another.

But what he or Anne doesn’t know is you’ve been harbouring a massive crush on him for years. It started around fourth year when he’d hit puberty. His voice changed, he grew taller, and his face looked more mature. Although now, the three of you are 18, and he’s grown into a very, very, very handsome young man.

Sometimes you wondered if he could’ve ever reciprocated those feelings, and at times it seemed like maybe he did. You’d catch him giving a few too many glances in your direction, or getting quieter in your presence, like he was almost bashful. Although you chalked it up to delusion.

You sent back your owl informing Anne that you will be at the cottage in an hour’s time knowing Anne likes to keep it extra tidy so she’d have to do little to nothing to prepare for your arrival.

One hour later on the dot, you found yourself in Feldcroft walking up to the Sallow cottage. You almost hesitated with knocking as you thought you’d appear a little too eager being perfectly punctual, but you knocked on the door anyway.

You nearly felt like your lungs had collapsed when the door opened and you found Sebastian standing before you. You’d only seen him at the end of June and it was late August now, but he looked much more tan and his arms had noticeably grown muscle from his work on the farm.

“H-hello,” you stammered a bit pathetically.

“Welcome,” he replied, giving you a devilishly handsome smile. “Anne’s just in here baking some biscuits. Make yourself at home.”

Sebastian stepped aside and held out his arm to invite you inside. What a gentleman. Anne stood in the kitchen and she turned to see you, her face lighting up.

“Yay, you’re here!” She stepped away from the oven to approach you and engulf you in a big hug. “I’m so happy to see you. I know seventh year only starts in a couple of weeks but I couldn’t wait any longer!”

“Neither could I, I couldn’t say no! The biscuits smell delicious, by the way.”

“Thank you!” Anne squealed. “I wanted to be productive this summer, so I thought I’d take up baking. I’m quite good at it, actually.”

“She is,” Sebastian mumbled with a mouthful of apple pie.

Anne scoffed. “Sebastian, I told you that last slice was for her!”

His face dropped as he swallowed another bite. “Oh…”

“That’s alright,” you reassured with a laugh. “He deserves it, he looks like he’s done a lot of hard work recently.” You didn’t realize you had been staring and chewing your lip until you saw his cheeks turn a bright red.

“I suppose so,” Anne grumbled obliviously. “But I’ll have to bring you a pie when we go back to Hogwarts, and Sebastian will keep his claws away from it.”

Laughter filled the room from you and Anne as Sebastian rolled his eyes, but a smirk grew across his face. It was rare that you got to spend time with the two of them alone as you were often in a crowded castle, or in the Undercroft along with Ominis. Admittedly, you were really excited that Ominis wasn’t there. Nothing against him, but your heart raced at the fact that you’d ultimately get more attention from Sebastian than usual since he only had one other person to divide his attention towards rather than two.

Anne returned to the kitchen to continue on the biscuits, silence beginning to grow throughout the cottage. You found your gaze falling back onto Sebastian just as he traced his index finger along the plate, wiping up sauce from the pie. You felt vibrations course through your body as he put his finger into his mouth and licked it clean. Your neck cracked at how fast you whipped your head away once he made eye contact with you after that innocent but incredibly lewd action.

“So,” he piped up. “How was your summer? Get up to anything exciting?”

“N- not really,” you croaked, quickly clearing your throat in embarrassment after your voice cracked pathetically. “I’ve just been doing a lot of research for the career I want to get into once we graduate.”

His eyebrows raised. “Oh really? Have you decided on anything yet?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know. Maybe. I suppose? I don’t really want to work for the Ministry. I want to do something more… more impactful. Something inspiring. Maybe teaching.”

“Teaching,” Sebastian smirked. “I always thought you’d get into something like that. It’s fitting for you.”

“Is that a good or a bad thing?” You asked, scratching your head.

He smiled again. “Good thing. I just mean you’re great with people.”

“Oh,” you replied softly. “Thank you.”

Your friendly conversation with Sebastian was interrupted by Anne sighing and mumbling in frustration from the kitchen.

“What’s wrong, Anne?” Asked Sebastian.

“I’ll be making beef stew for dinner tonight. I was just making sure that we had all the ingredients, but it turns out we don’t have the beef stock. I can’t make the stew without it,” she grumbled.

Sebastian stood up with a shrug. “Not to worry, I can take the floo over to Hogsmeade and pick some up. Gives you both time to catch up.”

“No, it’s fine. I can go get it for you as a thank you for cooking for us,” you offered.

Sebastian put a hand out to stop you. “No, you sit and relax. It won’t take me long at all. Besides, I’d like to stop at The Magic Neep anyway.”

“Lovely. Thank you, Sebastian,” Anne replied.

He grabbed his floo pouch and headed towards the front door. He turned back to you both with a smirk.

“Don’t have too much fun without me.” He winked, and you felt butterflies in your stomach.

***

15 minutes had passed full of you and Anne gossiping about your summers. Granted Anne had much more to say. Feldcroft always felt so quiet when you were there, but as it turned out it had a lot of drama.

Just as you were getting ready to begin reminiscing about previous years at Hogwarts, you went silent when you saw Anne pull out a fresh can of beef stock.

“Isn’t that—“

“Yes, it is,” Anne interrupted. “I knew we had it the whole time. I just wanted an excuse to get Sebastian out of the house.”

You blinked. “Oh.”

“I just wanted some girl time,” she smiled. “I’ll just hide it so he doesn’t find it and think he wasted his time.”

Anne brought the can over to the China cabinet and hid it in a tall teapot, and you laughed.

“What? He isn’t going to think to look in there,” she chuckled.

She came and sat beside you in the lounge. You froze as you noticed her looking at you quite intensely, like she was hesitating to say something rather direct.

“Is- is everything alright?” You asked a bit nervously.

Anne scratched her chin and sighed. “Alright, I’ll admit it. I didn’t want Sebastian gone just for us to have girl time. I wanted to talk to you about something.”

You nodded slowly.

“Do you like Sebastian?” She asked bluntly.

You nearly felt the air escape your lungs, and you felt the only appropriate response was to play dumb.

“Of course I do.”

“No, I mean… do you like Sebastian?”

She saw right through it. You should have known. She knows you too well.

“How did you-“

“Aha! I knew it! You know you’re really not that discreet,” she gloated.

“If you did then why did you ask me?”

“I just wanted you to admit it,” she grinned. “I’ve seen the way you look at him. You’ve looked at him that way for a long time now, but today you’ve been very obvious about it.”

You felt your cheeks burning up. “I have, haven’t I?”

The two of you sat in silence for a bit. You were unsure what to say, and Anne felt guilty for putting you on the spot after noticing how shy you looked, and didn’t feel obliged to further pressure you.

“Are- are you… alright with it?” You asked quietly.

She gave you a reassuring smile. “Of course I am, don’t worry.” She put her hand on your shoulder, and you felt relieved. “You can’t help the way you feel, that’s alright. Just don’t fawn over him to me. That would be gross.”

The two of you laugh. You thought if anyone knew the way you felt about Sebastian, you were happy it was Anne.

“How long have you liked him?”

“Since fourth year.”

“Really? That long? Why haven’t you told him?”

“Are you joking?” You chuckled in disbelief. “It would be strange. We aren’t that close, and I’m sure he barely knows anything about me.”

“Are you joking?” Anne repeated. “You met Sebastian the same time you met me. Ominis might be his best friend, but we’ve all spent an incredible amount of time together. I guarantee you know a lot more about each other than you think you do. You are by no means strangers.”

You nodded. She was right. You’ve just always been too insecure to speak up.

“He asks about you, you know. Quite often, actually,” she admitted.

“Really?”

“Mhm. I have lots of friends at Hogwarts but he doesn’t ask about them nearly as much as you.”

The butterflies in your stomach were so intense you thought you’d cough one up.

“I just-“ You twiddled your thumbs as you found the words to say. “I really admire the way he protects you, or protects anyone he loves. He’s not afraid to put himself in danger for anyone. He’s really ambitious, to a fault, really. But he’s so smart he’ll have no trouble achieving anything he wants to achieve. He’s so kind, and he genuinely has interest in what anyone has to say. But he’s also stubborn which can be really annoying. No one’s perfect, though.”

Anne smiled. “That sure does sound like him. I’m glad you see him that way, although I think he’s an utter knob.”

The both of you laughed. She was right, Sebastian can be an utter knob.

Just then, the door opened. Sebastian had returned with the beef stock in hand. You stopped laughing rather quickly, your shyness coming back round in an instant. Anne, however, remained completely natural, like your conversation hadn’t happened.

“Thank you very much, Seb,” Anne said, standing up to retrieve the can from Sebastian, which unbeknownst to him was not needed.

“What are you two giggling about?” He asked.

“Oh, nothing,” Anne lied. “Nothing a silly boy would understand.”

***

Dinner went by smoothly. The three of you laughed and reminisced together about times spent in the Undercroft as children. Anne was right, Sebastian did know a lot about you. He asked you about hobbies you used to be interested in, things you didn’t even remember being interested in.

“Do you still take up knitting these days?”

“Knitting? When was the last time you talked about knitting?” Anne asked with a laugh.

Not since third year, and you had only mentioned trying it out once. You were pretty astounded he managed to remember that, or even care. How much attention has he actually paid you? How were you not aware of that?

You also noticed that since he returned from Hogsmeade, he seemed to… look at you a lot more. In fact, he seemed to hardly be able to take his eyes off you. Did he know something?

That night, you found yourself tossing and turning when you tried to sleep. You considered that maybe it was because you were sleeping on the floor (and Anne had graciously offered that you sleep on her bed, which you refused since she went through the effort to make your meal) but you knew you were lying to yourself. You felt anxious, and you had regretted being so open to Anne about your feelings to Sebastian. What if she spilled the beans to Sebastian? What if he started avoiding you if he knew how you felt? You trusted Anne, you knew she would never tell other people your secrets, but you always tended to dwell on the worst possible scenario.

An hour later, you finally began to feel groggy, and the pit in your stomach started to fade away. You turned on your side and closed your eyes, grateful that Anne could somehow manage to make even sleeping on the floor so comfortable.

You felt yourself drifting off to sleep, your breathing getting slower and your thoughts becoming a jumbled mess as you were losing consciousness. However, you were suddenly pulled out of that sleepy state when you felt the blankets next to you shift. You ignored it at once, brushing it off as a hypnagogic hallucination.

No. The blankets were definitely being lifted, and you could feel someone else’s body warmth next to you. You slowly turned your head back, and your eyes were struggling to adjust in the darkness, but you could still make out the silhouette.

It was Sebastian.

Your mind began to race, and your thoughts started to scream at you. Is he sleepwalking? He has to be sleepwalking. Anne never mentioned Sebastian having a sleepwalking problem… maybe she didn’t know?

Sebastian didn’t seem to notice you had turned your head, so you slowly turned your head back and rested it back on your pillow, telling yourself that if he is sleepwalking you won’t bother to wake him up since it could be dangerous.

You almost passed away when you felt his fingers gently brush over your hair and pull it behind your ear. He must have felt your breath hitch, because you heard him gently whisper-

“Turn around.”

Obviously, you complied. Something in you told you that you’d regret it for the rest of your life if you didn’t. You turned to face him, and your eyes had adjusted to the darkness better. Seeing his face this close had your mind whirling — he was so beautiful.

He brought his hand up to your lips and brushed his thumb across your bottom one, and you exhaled out of your mouth as he did so. His actions were so soft, but so seductive at the same time.

“What are you-“ You began to ask, but you were interrupted with Sebastian planting his lips on yours.

You wanted to moan, but you remembered Anne was just sleeping feet away from you both in her bed. The cottage had no doors, only curtains separating the space, so you had to stay as quiet as possible.

You’d only ever kissed one other boy before — Isaac Cooper. It was during a weekend in the library, and you were doing some extra research for an essay. You always preferred weekend studying because it was a lot more likely the library would be empty with most students enjoying their time outside the grounds. It wasn’t empty that time, however.

Isaac is a Quidditch player, a very popular one at that. He’s developed a massive ego from the constant praise and ogles from desperate girls, causing him to believe he can have anyone he wants.

You found yourself alone in the library with him, as he had been ordered to use his time on the weekends studying since all his focus on quidditch was causing his marks to drop.

He approached you with his typical cocky and obnoxious demeanor, and you made it very clear to him you were not interested, no matter how many shallow and demeaning compliments about your appearance he threw your way. Isaac thought he could change your mind, so he grabbed you and pulled you in for the sloppiest, most disgusting kiss known to man. His tongue flapped and licked all over your face like he didn’t know where your mouth was.

You shoved him off and he retreated rather quickly after you gave him a big, humbling slap to the face — not before calling you some unfriendly words first.

With that said, despite you not having much experience prior to this, you knew Sebastian was doing it right. It was like he had practiced kissing his entire life, or maybe he was simply born with the skill. You didn’t want to think about how many girls he’d possibly kissed before you.

His kiss was soft and tender, then it would evolve to be more passionate and desperate, then back to soft and tender. He was strategic with the use of his tongue, he didn’t use it too much or too little. It was just right.

“Seb…” you breathed as he pulled away from your mouth and pressed hungry kisses to your cheek, jaw, and neck.

He lifted himself off you, bringing a finger to his lips to silence you. You complied. After a few more kisses and sucks of your soft flesh that were sure to leave marks, he removed his mouth and you almost whimpered at the sudden loss of contact. Sebastian placed his hand on your shoulder and began to push. Not aggressively, but gently, as if he was guiding you. You turned your back to him once again.

Assuming that he wanted to spoon you, you scooted back, pressing your body up against his. Your eyes widened as you made contact with the unmistakable hardness in his pajama trousers. That’s when you felt his hand disappear under the blanket covering the two of you, and his fingers pinched on the bottom of your nightgown and began pulling it up.

You subconsciously reached down as well to attempt to grab the gown to prevent him from pulling it up any higher, but you stopped yourself. You wanted this, you’ve wanted this for years. No, you craved it.

Sebastian groaned quietly when he noticed you weren’t wearing any undergarments. You never wore them to sleep as you’ve always slept better that way. You gasped when his big hand grasped and squeezed your arse cheek. His hand slid lower and lower down to your kneecap. His fingers dipped in between your knees, lifting your top leg up and over him, resting it over top of his legs.

He began kissing the nape of your neck again and you shivered. His fingers rubbed up and down on your thigh before he slowly reached over you, his hand inching down closer and closer to your slick core.

He bent his other arm which was resting across the pillows, and brought a finger to your chin to turn your head to face him, where he began to kiss your lips again. Your eyes slammed shut and your mouth opened wide in the middle of the kiss when his finger pressed against your clit.

You bit down on your lip hard as Sebastian began to rub your clit gently. His slow circles along with his soft, wet lips pressing sweet kisses on your jaw felt heavenly. The pleasure was nearly making you forget Anne was sleeping just to the right of you both, so you had almost slipped up and made noise more than once.

“How’s that feel, baby?” He whispered, his breath hitting your ear sending goosebumps through your body.

Baby. That nickname alone nearly brought you to an orgasm and he’d only just started touching you.

“S-so good, fuck,” you choked.

You began rocking your hips as he rubbed faster, pressing your lower half back into his groin, a relieved sigh emitting from his lips.

“I want you to come, darling,” Sebastian purred. “Come for me.”

After those words left his mouth, his middle finger dipped into your slit, dragging across to collect all your juices before continuing to rub circles on your swollen nub.

“So fucking pretty, my baby.”

That was all it took, only the praise to send you over the edge. Sebastian softly chuckled in satisfaction in the nape of your neck as your legs began to shake. Your mouth opened and Sebastian’s hand quickly clasped over it to keep you quiet as you ran out your orgasm, his finger still rubbing your clit delicately as your pussy throbbed.

“Well done,” cooed Sebastian as he licked your mess clean off his finger, just like he did with the pie. It was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen.

Once you had recuperated, you thought it was over, but Sebastian’s boner was so evident you thought it unfair for these activities to end without him getting his share of pleasure as well. You were quite relieved when you felt Sebastian starting to shimmy his trousers down behind you.

You tried to lift your leg off him so it would be easier for him to do so, but he grabbed it to stop you.

“No, keep it there. It’ll be easier to fill you like this.”

Your heat began to burn once again at his dirty words, and they sounded even better in that sultry whisper.

“Don’t you want me to touch you?” You asked, a bit embarrassed at the slight desperation in your tone.

“Baby, I’m so hard I don’t need you to, I just want to be inside you,” he replied, gently moving some hair out of your face. “Remember to be quiet, alright?”

You nodded, and he gave you a sweet peck on the lips.

Sebastian rubbed his tip along your slit, lubricating it in your juices, and you clenched your fist against your pillow. He gave you chills as he placed a hand on your waist while he gently pushed into you.

You winced in pain as he filled you, your pussy still being too tight for him. He stopped quickly once he noticed your reaction.

“Are you alright, baby?” He asked calmly, running a hand through your hair. “Would you like to stop?”

“N-no, just keep going,” you said. “Let me get used to you.”

Sebastian continued to push his cock inside you, inching in as slow as possible to let you spread for him with little to no pain. You shivered once he was all the way inside you and his balls pressed against your ass.

He asked you if you were alright one more time to check on you, you nodded, and he began to gently rock his hips into you. With the position you were in he was able to hit you at an angle, perfectly rubbing against your G-spot. You felt tingles in your stomach with every thrust and you were seeing stars.

“Fuck….” he purred into your ear. Sebastian leaned in even closer to you, dragging his lip sensually along your along as he fucked you.

His arm snaked underneath yours, reaching around you to cup and massage your tit as he began to thrust into you even faster. He tried to avoid going all the way in as the sound of your skin slapping together could be enough to wake Anne, who was still sound asleep in her bed, none the wiser.

You admired his hand as it squeezed your breast– the way it flexed, how manly and veiny and how big it was. He could fit your entire breast in his hand.

“Merlin, I've fantasized about your pussy, feels even better than I imagined,” he whispered.

Your heart fluttered at his words. He has fantasized about you… you wondered if he'd done it as often as you have about him. He has no idea how many times you've gone to your dorm after spending time with him in the Undercroft, making sure the bedroom was empty before crawling into bed and petting your clit, filling yourself up with your fingers wishing it was his cock instead.

Now here you are, with his cock inside of you, and you realized just how useless your fingers had always been. They've never given you the satisfaction you needed, but Sebastian’s dick stimulated you in all the right ways that it didn't take long for you to approach your peak again.

“Sebastian, I'm gonna-”

“Me too, you feel so good I'm not going to last much longer,” he breathlessly replied.

He lowered himself down and pressed his soft lips against your nipple, swirling his tongue around the peak and sucking softly. That was it for you.

Your second orgasm approached rapidly, and it was so strong your brain went fuzzy. You clenched your legs around his waist and dug your nails into his back as your vision began to blur at the overwhelming pleasure.

“I-I love you,” you blurted unintentionally as you were fully lost in your release.

You bit down on your lip forcefully and held your breath, internally screaming at yourself not to make noise as the pleasure spread throughout your entire body.

As for Sebastian, your sudden admission was enough to bring him over the edge as well, along with your walls pulsing around his shaft. He could hardly hold his weight and practically collapsed on top of you as his cock spilled.

You let out a quivering sigh as you felt his warm load spray inside you while his length twitched between your legs.

The two of you lay there panting softly, chest to chest with Sebastian's head resting in the crook of your neck. 

Creak.

You both shot up at the speed of light, whipping your heads toward Anne, who was turning into her opposite side, still completely oblivious to the act you two had just committed practically right beside her. 

You both quietly chuckled and Sebastian returned to his position nuzzling your shoulder.

“I can't believe she slept through that, thank Merlin,” you whispered. “She'd probably kill us both, or die of horror. You should probably get back into your bed, Seb…. Seb?”

Somehow, in that brief moment, Sebastian managed to fall asleep. You considered waking him up, but he looked so peaceful, and you loved having him touch you like this. You let him sleep, and you used your free arm to stroke the back of his head. You couldn't fight the smile that spread across your face as you listened to his soft breathing as he slept.

You decided you'd just wake him up early so he could move back before Anne woke up. But that didn't happen.

“Ahem….”

The two of you were woken up the next morning to Anne standing above you both, her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised.

“Good morning,” she stated.

“Shit,” Sebastian grumbled.

“I don't know what happened in the middle of the night that led to this, and I don't think I want to know. Anyhow, I'm getting ready to make breakfast. How do you like your eggs?” She asked you.

“Erm, s-scrambled,” you answered shyly.

“Scrambled,” Anne chuckled, before muttering so softly you could barely hear her. “Something certainly was.”

She walked off towards the kitchen, and Sebastian ran a hand across his sleepy face and let out a small laugh. “She'll get over it. At least she didn't hear anything.”

“Right. But, um-” you hesitated, and Sebastian looked at you expectantly. “Why did you- I mean how did you know- what if I didn't want that?”

“Well, you did, we fucked.” You rolled your eyes as you elbowed him, and he laughed again. “I'm just teasing you, I didn't know. Well, I knew you had feelings for me. I heard you talking to Anne. I was listening at the door before I came in, when you were saying all those nice things about how I'm smart and protective and such.”

“Oh.” Your face began to burn with embarrassment, but it faded once he placed a finger over your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. 

“It was really nice, thank you. I've felt the same way about you for ages, if that wasn't obvious by now. And I didn't know you'd want that by the way… I just knew if I didn't make a move last night I'd be too shy to later. But after we kissed, I just- I couldn't resist you.”

You smiled, and he gave you a soft peck on the lips.

“I'll help Anne set the table for breakfast,” you said as you began to get up.

“-by the way.”

You couldn't hear what he had said between Anne making noise in the kitchen and the ruffling of blankets as you rose. “What?”

"Sirona, can we get one more round please?" Your boyfriend, Sebastian, asked the owner.

The Three Broomsticks was busy tonight as it was Friday evening, so students were off for the weekend. You and Sebastian decided to spend your night sharing butterbeers, though a couple of shots of firewhiskey had also snuck in.

You were feeling warm and floaty by the time the two of you decided it was nearly time to head back to the castle — after one more glass of course. Sirona waved her wand and two filled mugs floated towards the counter you were sitting at. White foam peaked like snowy mountains over the rim.

"After this, we truly must go," you told him followed by taking a rather large sip. Unbeknownst to you, foam had smeared itself across your upper lip.

"Here, baby," Sebastian started, but stopped himself. Instead, he leaned in, running his tongue gently over your lip, taking every bit of foam with it. When he pulled away, his cheeks were red like the tie Sirona always wore.

"Seb..." you whispered as you felt the heat crawl up your neck and spread all the way to the tip of your ears. "Not here." Though you truly didn't mind. No one had seemed to notice and the alcohol was finding itself warming more than just your chest. Ever since the last shot of firewhiskey, you had felt the familiar ache blooming between your thighs.

It's why you were in such a hurry to leave — and why you assumed Sebastian was going along with it. Drinking always made him horny too, well...hornier. Ever since the two of you first had sex, he doesn't seem to be able to keep his hands off of you for very long.

The bottom of your glass came quicker than you anticipated and Sebastian wasn't too far behind you. He had one, maybe two sips left.

"I'll take our tab now, Sirona," he spoke.

Sirona turned around to count the amount of drinks the two of you had shared. Sebastian never let you pay either, so you stopped trying a while ago. Your efforts always seemed to be in vain. "That'll be five sickles."

He reached into his pocket, but leaned in to whisper something to the woman. By the grin on her face, you knew whatever he had asked had been cheeky. He handed her far more than five sickles, she snuck something back, and he hurried it inside of his jacket. "Are you ready, sweetheart?" He asked.

You nodded your head and took his hand in yours. It was soft all around, minus the callouses on his palm. It enveloped your hand nearly whole as he used his free hand to push open the wide oak doors of the pub.

The evening air greeted you kindly as the wind gently caressed your cheeks, sweeping your hair back. But after sitting for so long, the alcohol was now catching up to you. The first step you took on the cobblestone path was clumsy, almost as if you had stepped on a loose stone. Though, you wished that had been the case.

"I forgot you can't hold your liquor," Sebastian teased, dramatically holding you up.

"I so can, just a misstep that's all," you replied smugly.

By the time you were out of Hogsmeade, your walk was better, but your thoughts were not. "Have I told you how handsome you are?" You asked.

"Only about ten times since we left The Three Broomsticks."

"Make it eleven."

That earned you an honest laugh from him — it was beautiful. It warmed your chest more than alcohol ever could.

"What did Sirona sneak you," You asked now that you were all alone on the road back to Hogwarts.

"Just a little something to keep our evening going. I figured I could sneak you in my dorm tonight." He opened his jacket to show off a bottle of firewhiskey.

"What about Ominis?"

"It's Friday night, he should be out doing something."

"You must not know Ominis as well as you act."

The rest of the walk back was giggle-filled as your bodies became looser from the drinks.

"After you, my love," Sebastian spoke as he held open the large doors for you.

"Why thank you, kind sir."

It wasn't a far walk to the Slytherin common room, the problem was sneaking you in to his dorm. It was easier than sneaking him into yours though. You both learned the hard way when the stairs slanted and turned into a slope, causing Sebastian to slide down on his ass. But alas, prefects still existed and even though stairs didn't change when you went to his dorm, it was still heavily frowned upon — especially with firewhiskey in the mix.

Sebastian whispered the password and the serpent slid up the wall with a hiss, transforming the once bare brick into a large door for the two of you to walk into. Right away you were met with the sweet smell of mint, the smokey wood from the fireplace, and damp stone. The common room was one of your favorite places to be, especially with him. You loved cozying up with him on a plush chair in front of the fire with a good book, or staring out into the Black Lake out the enormous windows — though that one did take you a minute to enjoy because someone thought it would be funny to trick you into thinking you could see mermaids.

When the coast was clear, Sebastian ushered you along down the long, winding stone hall into his shared dorm with Ominis. Ominis had grown to be one of your best friends at Hogwarts. The two of you had grown quite close during your fifth year and the relationship stayed strong throughout the years, even through all of the gray hairs you and Sebastian gave him.

You both tumbled in the door while giggling over your victory only to find Ominis sitting up in his bed, scanning through a History of Magic textbook. "You two are back earlier than anticipated," he said without looking up.

Shit.

"We just um — wanted to come back early to study," Sebastian lied.

Ominis laughed. "You must take me for a bigger idiot than I thought."

The three of you laughed together now. "Fine, we just wanted to come back for some proper drinking." Sebastian pulled the bottle of firewhiskey from the inside of his coat. Ominis couldn't see it, but he knew the two of you better than anybody, he knew what was there.

"I'll just retreat to the Undercroft then. I would hate to intrude on your… studying." Ominis stood from his bed and started gathering up his things and putting them into his leather satchel.

"You could stay, you know," you said before he got too far into packing.

Sebastian turned to you and nudged you softly, but enough to get your attention, enough to know he wanted you alone tonight. But you felt bad kicking Ominis out of his own room.

"What?" You mouthed to him.

"Trust me, I would rather be in the Undercroft," he laughed.

"See?" Sebastian mouthed to you, but still, you felt guilty.

"Maybe we could play truth or dare?" You suggest. "I dare you to stay. See? Now you have to."

"If only it worked like that, darling, but I wasn't playing," Ominis quipped, now walking past you and heading towards the door.

"That's not a bad idea, Ominis. It could be fun," Sebastian chimed in.

"I told you, Omi! You should stay."

For a moment, he pondered. You really thought he was about leave you and Sebastian hanging despite your efforts, but he turned around and set his satchel back on his bed. "Maybe a few rounds, but no stupid questions. I'm looking at you Sebastian."

"I haven't even done anything yet," Sebastian replied.

"That's the keyword: yet."

The three of you sat on the floor on the ornate green rug between the two, four-poster beds. Sebastian set the bottle of firewhiskey down and reached into the trunk at the foot of his bed to pull out an empty bottle from your last drunken evening.

"Who wants to start?" He asked.

"I guess I'll spin," you said. The bottle spun between the three of you, landing on Ominis. "Truth or dare Omi."

He thought a moment, as if he didn't know better than to choose truth. "Truth," he finally spoke.

"Hmm. Is it true Sebastian irks you to no end?" You snickered.

"Hey!" Your boyfriend snapped jokingly. "What kind of truth is that?"

"The honest one. Yes," Ominis laughed before spinning the bottle, landing on you. "Truth or dare."

"Dare," you replied.

"I dare you to roast Sebastian."

"What is this, pick on Seb day?"

"Yes," you both replied in unison.

He grumbled and rolled his eyes lovingly, waiting for your roast.

"Ooh, I've got it! You're lucky you're charming because Merlin knows you're not making it on common sense."

Ominis bursted out laughing, the hardest you'd seen in a while, but Sebastian still sat with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Rude," was all he could muster up.

"Remember when you called me ignorant?" You reminded him.

"Touché."

"Sebastian, truth or dare?" You asked, disregarding the empty bottle now.

"Dare," he said, wiggling his brows at you.

"I dare you to... kiss me for ten seconds."

"Make it fifteen," he quipped.

"Deal."

"Oh for Merlin's sake," Ominis grumbled. Sebastian's lips captured yours in a hungry kiss. It started off sweet, but he was greedy when it came to you. After a few seconds, his tongue found its way into your mouth, swiping over yours. Your lips moved in sync as his hand found the back of your head. "Time." But you didn't stop. "Bloody hell, I said time!"

The two of you pulled apart finally as Ominis cleared his throat. Sebastian rubbed his thumb over the wet spot he had left behind on your bottom lip, pulling it down and staring at you.

"The two of you make me glad I can't see."

"You love us, Omi," you sang.

After a few more rounds of lighthearted truths and dares including Ominis having to stand on one leg for one minute and you admitting to your desire for the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position, lines started to slightly blur.

"I dare you to sit on Ominis' lap until your next turn," Sebastian had said, which had taken you by surprise, but you weren't one to back down from a dare.

Ominis was very handsome you had to admit. Sebastian had your heart truly, there was no doubting that, but you still loved Ominis deeply.

You sat down on his thigh and it was awkward at first. Ominis had no clue what to do with his hands and you were still wearing your uniform which included a skirt, so your bare legs were pressed against his trousers.

"I don't bite, you know," you whispered to him, easing his hand to rest across your waist. "You don't have to be shy with me. Ominis, you're next. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

But before you could ask what his deepest fear was, Sebastian cut in. "Is it true you fancy my girlfriend?"

"Sebastian!" You whisper-yelled.

You felt Ominis' leg tense under your bottom and his grip on your waist get tighter, like he was holding on to whatever restraint he had left. "I —"

"Just tell the truth, mate."

"Yes," he said flatly.

"I knew it!" Sebastian exclaimed. He wasn't angry like you had expected. Perhaps the whiskey was getting to him more than you thought.

And sweet Ominis, his cheeks were redder than your phoenix's feathers. You couldn't help but lean over and press a gentle kiss to his warm face.

"Can you just go now Sebastian? Truth or dare?" Ominis muttered.

"Truth."

Now it was your turn to cut in. "What made you think Ominis fancies me? Why would you ask him that?"

"That's two sweetheart, but for you I'll answer. He always knows it's you when you walk into a room, I know he does. His shoulders always relax and he breathes a sigh of relief. He thinks I don't notice, but I do. And he's so gentle with you. He's never been like that with anyone, not even Anne. And I asked because I just needed to know the truth."

"Is it true Omi? Can you tell it's me when I walk in?"

He looked as though he didn't want to answer, like he had already exposed to much of himself to the two of you. "Yes," he sighed. "Your footsteps are more graceful than any I've ever heard. And your perfume enters the room before you do, vanilla and cinnamon. It reminds me of a bakery." He smiled to himself and breathed a tiny laugh. But his confession warmed your heart more than you would care to admit.

"You're so sweet Omi, I knew you were secretly a softie."

"Only for you, darling."

"Bleh, now I'm gonna vomit," Sebastian said. "Truth or dare, baby?"

"Dare." You said while getting off of Ominis' lap since it was your turn again already.

"Now I dare you to sit on my lap for... two turns."

"Oh you cheeky devil," you teased before crawling across the rug to sit on your boyfriend's lap. You realized now though that you were just as comfortable sitting there as you had been sitting on your friend's. You also realized your boyfriend was already growing a erection under his pants, bulging at the seams, and pressing lightly against your underside. The realization made your core ache.

A few more truths and dares went around the room. Sebastian had to admit when he first fancied you (when you knocked him on his ass your first day of classes by the way) and Ominis had to walk across the room without his wand.

More drinks were passed, blurring the lines even further, but you never would've guessed Sebastian's next dare for you. "I dare you to kiss Ominis," he had said with darkened eyes.

"What?" You asked in confusion.

"I dare you to kiss Ominis. He fancies you... why not?" He acted like you kissing his best friend was the most natural thing in the world. He wasn't the normally protective/jealous boyfriend he usually was tonight, something had gotten into him.

But when you looked across the room at Ominis' shy demeanor, you took notice again at just how handsome he was. He couldn't see you as you crawled back towards him slowly, but you knew he felt your presence with his other heightened senses as he turned his lips towards yours as you neared closer.

"Have you ever kissed anyone before Ominis?" You asked.

"No," he whispered, his minty breath colliding with the cinnamon of the whiskey filled your lungs.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes," he whispered again.

You stayed on all fours before him as your lips brushed gently against his. They were soft and warm. You licked once across his bottom lip causing him to gasp, allowing you full entrance into his hot mouth. Your lips collided with his delicately, but he was a quick learner. Soon, his long, bony fingers found their way into your hair as your lips started to move together in harmony.

After about ten seconds, you pulled away, but not before pressing one more quick peck to his now swollen lips.

You scooted backwards until your bottom found its place back on Sebastian's lap. At this point, you weren't even sure if the dare was still going, but his lap was your favorite place to be.

"Truth or dare, Ominis?" Sebastian asked, but Ominis was still lost in your kiss. "Hello? Earth to Ominis."

"Oh, um, truth I guess."

"How was our kiss?" You asked, secretly eager to know. You had plenty of practice with Sebastian, but you wanted an unbiased opinion.

"It was... lovely," he gulped.

"Scale of one to te —"

"Ten." He interrupted.

Next Sebastian had to close his eyes and try to walk across the room with Ominis' wand, which he failed miserably at. Though one could blame the alcohol — he did anyways.

The three of you had made it a ritual at this point to end each round with a swig of whiskey. You thought your hearing had gone out when you heard Sebastian's next dare. You giggled, shifting yourself on his lip, ready to get to the real dare. "Oh come on, be serious," you said.

But he had been. Very serious.

"I dare you to touch yourself," he whispered directly into your ear, his breath curling around your throat, sending shivers down your spine.

"Sebastian..." Ominis warned.

"I dare you to touch yourself and let Ominis listen," he said louder. He slowly reached for your dominant hand and trailed it closer to your soaking panties. You wanted this — you just hadn't realized it until this moment. You let Sebastian guide your fingers under your underwear where he left you to your own devices.

"Come on, baby, don't be shy," he cooed.

Your fingers moved before your mind could tell them to, drawing slow circles across your clit. You moaned out in pleasure, lulling your head back against Sebastian's shoulders, but his eyes were focused on his friend from across the room.

Ominis looked like he was about to combust on the spot, his nails were digging roughly into the rug below him. His knuckles were turning white from the pressure and though he couldn't see, he still kept his head down, shyly.

"Put them inside of you," Sebastian breathed and you listened.

"F-fuck," you moaned as you plunged two digits inside, pumping them in and out of you.

"Say his name," he said even quieter.

"O-Ominis..." you whimpered and now he looked up, pinked cheeked, and ears perked. "Omi..." you cried out again.

No more dares, no more truths.

Ominis surprised you next as he crawled towards you, wand in hand brushing against the rug. When he was close enough to kiss, you used your free hand to pull him closer, crashing his lips onto yours. They had still been a little swollen from your previous kiss, but he came at you with his mouth slightly agape, ready for your tongue to overtake his again.

Lost in the kiss, you pulled your other hand from your core and used it to pull Ominis even closer to you, but Sebastian didn't let you go for long. You felt his hand reach where your hand had just been, circling your clit in only the way he knew how. You moaned deeply into the kiss, egging Ominis on. His hands found your face as your kiss became more passionate.

But then you felt two fingers insert you and Sebastian's thumb rubbed simultaneously against your nub. "S-shit..." you cried, pulling away for a moment to catch your breath. Ominis used to opportunity to grab your dominant hand, his face straight on yours with his ocean blue eyes darkening with lust. You watched him take your two fingers and press gentle kisses up and down your fingers, starting with the tips and ending with your palm. He licked so softly and sweetly against the plane of your hand before taking your two fingers into his mouth.

Your head lulled back again against Sebastian's shoulder as Ominis started sucking your juices off of your middle and ring finger. You felt every ridge of his tongue as it swirled against your skin.

You felt yourself getting close to your release, the coiling winding up in your belly. Between your boyfriend fingering you and your best friend with your fingers in his mouth, you were spiraling right towards an orgasm.

"I-I'm close," you whimpered out, feeling your release headed straight for you.

"Come for us, baby," Sebastian said, continuing to pump in and out of you.

You cried out in pleasure as the spring in your belly unwound, crashing down and releasing all over Sebastian's fingers. Ominis let go of yours with a quiet pop.

Your chest heaved up and down as you came down from your orgasm, trying to relax, but all you could notice was the two bulges surrounding you, Ominis in front of you and Sebastian below you.

"You could join us, Omi," you offered.

"I —"

"Come on, it'll be fun," Sebastian added.

He led you over to his bed on the right side of the room, messy comforter lying undone. He laid down first and pulled you on top of him, straddling his lap. Ominis walked over, still acting shy despite the bold move he had done a mere five minutes ago. You grabbed him by the tie sitting sloppily on his white button up, dragging him down for another quick kiss, tasting your sweetness on his lips. "Don't go all shy on me now..." you said.

At the same time, Sebastian was undoing your top and skirt, discarding them to the floor and leaving your bare in front of them. Button by button, you undid Ominis' top. His pale chest was peppered with moles, like the ones on his face. You placed a kiss on a particular one on the left side of his chest, right over his heart where you felt the pounding.

After, you leaned down to undo Sebastian's shirt. His chest was all too familiar and still so beautiful. His chest was a galaxy of freckles you could get lost in if you let yourself. You laid your bare self on top of him, nipples brushing lightly over his broad chest, making them turn into stiffened peaks. Your hands traveled into his chocolate brown strands, pulling at the roots. He groaned, throwing his head back into his plush green pillows.

You used the opportunity to slide down his body and undo his belt, letting his cock spring free. Every time, his size still took your breath away. His freckles not only painted his face and chest, but here too. He was long and girthy, with a flesh toned tip.

You hadn't forgotten about Ominis either, standing there at the edge of the bed with his trousers still on. Leaning over, you undid his belt too, allowing is erection to be free. His was long and veiny, pale with a soft pink tip and a mole right at the base. "Ominis," you gasped.

"Do you want us both?" Sebastian asked now.

"Yes," you replied.

"Ask nicely, baby."

"I want you both inside of me. Please," you begged.

Sebastian directed Ominis on where to stand at the edge of the bed, explaining he would insert himself first. You lined up Sebastian's cock with your entrance, rolling his tip around a few times to slick the tip with your arousal before slowly sinking down onto his lap.

Every time felt like the first time as you adjusted to his size. His hands found your waist and guided you up and down a few times to let yourself become acclimated.

Next thing you knew, Sebastian was holding your body to his. He was holding you closely, hand already tangling in your hair to hold you lovingly, petting your head softly as Ominis lined himself up with your rear entrance. He spit into his hand, running it over his cock, slicking it before easing into you.

"Fuck!" You yelped.

"Shh, baby, it's okay," Sebastian cooed, still playing with your hair.

The stretch in that area was not something you were used to, but quickly the pain had turned into pleasure. You felt Ominis' hips reach your backside, letting yourself know he was all the way in.

"You're such a good girl," Sebastian breathed as he continued to hold you.

They found a steady rhythm with both of them taking turns pumping in and out of you, leaving you in constant pleasure. You were a moaning mess between the two men as they filled you with euphoria.

The whimpers coming from behind you were nearly enough to make you come on the spot again. Ominis surely hadn't had sex if he had never kissed anyone before, you knew he wouldn't last long. You used your core muscles to pull yourself away from the comfort of Sebastian's arms to lean back up against Ominis' chest.

You felt his heavy breathing rising and falling in fast motions against your back as you leaned a hand back to steady him. "You're doing so good too, Omi, you feel so good," you reassured him. You held his blonde hair in between your fingers, not tugging, just soothing. You darted your eyes down to the brown ones beneath you and he watched you lovingly as you took care of his best friend. His hands held tightly to your waist, where his thumb found its way to your clit again.

Your head leaned further back into his shoulder. "Hold her still Ominis," Sebastian said.

Ominis' hands wound themselves around your chest and frontside, holding you still as they both continued fucking you, but you felt both of them falter once, thrusts becoming sloppy.

"Shit, baby, I'm close," Sebastian muttered out of breath.

You felt it coming too as he toyed with your core.

The three of you all shattered at the same time. You felt both of your holes become filled with warm release, filling you to the brim, leaking out in drips across the clean sheets.

Your body was buzzing as you came down from your high, feeling like you were floating.

You leaned back once to press a soft kiss to Ominis' lips before he pulled out, stumbling backwards. And then you leaned forward to kiss Sebastian in an all-consuming kiss. "I love you," you whispered.

"I love you, too," he cooed, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear where it had fallen out of place.

The two of you collapsed onto the bed in a mess of heaving chests. You saw Ominis start to walk towards his own bed across the room. "You could stay over here too, you know," you said.

The Ominis you thought you knew would've died if he knew he was about to share a bed with Sebastian Sallow, but he had done a lot of things that night he had not been prepared for in the slightest.

You had agreed initially, but you stubbornly insisted that Shoko would tag along too, because even if you knew you weren’t intruding, sometimes your involvement with the pair made you feel out of place. Suguru did not deny the third wheeling accusation, and besides, he had no issue with inviting others. Shoko begrudgingly accepted, understanding your predicament, but only if there was a sensible party involved, which was how Kento ended up being dragged into the trip, too.

Come the fateful weekend, and by the time you had all reached the campground, it was technically not as bad as you had expected. It looked scenic, almost.

Satoru was the first to break the strained silence amidst everyone else, dropping his backpack to the forest floor and dramatically inhaling the air, describing it as “refreshing”. Kento, on the other hand, followed much more carefully behind. His brows remained creased the whole afternoon, scanning along the treeline and alternating between checking his watch and worrying about the sun setting. Suguru stayed close to you, his hand coming to settle on your lower back, more to retain your comfort than anything else. Shoko otherwise lagged behind by a few steps, being sure that the smoke she exhaled did not reach those in front.

When it came to watching everyone else set up the tents, however, she scoffed under her breath at the sight of you stepping forward to try to help.

“Don’t bother,” she snorted dryly, her eyes half-lidded as she leaned up against a tree. “They insisted on this, didn’t they? So, let them suffer.”

“What about poor Kento, though?” you asked.

She met you with a shrug. “He’s exactly where he’s meant to be. He’ll keep ‘em in line so we don’t have to.”

You nodded along without much thought, watching as the three men before you attempted to set up anything at all. Satoru and Suguru wrestled with the supplies, and you found it to be almost a miracle, while watching the whole spectacle, that they could ever get anything done at all. Kento, predictably, hovered nearby nervously, his agitation increasing by the minute. The number of times that he must have glanced at his watch and then at the darkening sky could have been at a record high.

“It’s getting late,” he repeated after what must have been the third time.

“Yeah? We’ll be fine,” Satoru dismissed him casually.

He huffed, but he bit his tongue as he assigned himself to set up his own tent. He didn’t have a problem assembling Shoko’s either when she asked, happy to keep himself busy away from the two recurring sources of his unending stress.

Eventually, though, through sheer will and persistence alone, both Satoru’s and your shared tent with Suguru formed upright. Relief washed over Kento’s face in particular, although he looked more exhausted than anything else. Satoru looked proud. Suguru looked like he wanted to brag, demonstrating the notion quickly by grabbing you by the wrist and tugging you towards him.

“Come see,” he urged, pulling you towards the slightly larger tent among the lot that you were to be sharing over the next couple of days.

Inside, it smelled faintly of tarp and pine, with a double sleeping bag lined up right in the middle. Your backpacks sat right by the entrance, revealing a cramped but ultimately suitable space fitted for two.

“Ain’t this cosy?” he asked, seeking your approval.

You hesitated, just a little, as you glanced around, nodding to keep your true opinion from airing out loud. Nature—or, namely, camping—had never been your forte; you grew up in the city and preferred things like parks instead, rather than overnight instances that made you feel less than safe. Still, you kept your head up. You wanted to be more adventurous at his side and go to new places and do all sorts of new things, just as other couples did. Considering how he was around his best friend, you wanted to be able to keep up.

Even though, truth be told, he did not mind you the exact way that you were.

As such, he knew you quite well and could get a read on how you felt right away.

“It’ll be okay,” he was quick to assure you, his voice oh so soft. He pulled you closer as you both settled into the tent, the entrance quite not zipped up all the way just yet. He opened his lips once more, as if hesitant to reveal something big, but he longed for you to feel safe, so he spoke of a little secret. “I’m serious,” he added, pulling you closer up against him, nodding to the gap of the tent that revealed the outside. “There’s a little cabin not too far away from here that’s got a generator running, so if it feels too scary, we can go there instead. Alright?”

Then, before you could answer, Shoko popped her head into the tent, startling you both.

“Are you for real?” she questioned, her eyes wide with annoyance. “You’re saying that we don’t have to sleep in these things?”

Suguru hesitated, but Satoru was the one who ended up pulling her right back, causing her to stumble over her own two feet. He gave her a pat on her shoulders to keep her steady.

“Sure, we do,” he reasoned. “It’ll build character for us all.”

She snorted at him, not seeming too pleased. Kento, all the while, just pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Whatever,” he muttered. “Let’s just go to sleep, maybe by some miracle, we can get through this trip in one piece.”

Sure enough, the bickering died down eventually, forcing everyone to crawl into their respective tents for the night. It was easier to do so for you when the promise of the indoors lurked not too far away from where you were set up, allowing for night to come and settle. Without the sun, the woods transitioned into something denser and heavier, making the darkness feel almost layered. Somehow, it felt more isolating and claustrophobic, even if it was out in the open. To add to that, it was deafeningly quiet, and not even insects chirped, and not even owls hooted, which you found the slightest bit odd.

You lay down with Suguru in the shared bag, feeling his arm looped right around your body. The warmth that radiated from his form was steady and reassuring, especially with how close he pressed up right behind you. His lips settled at your neck, his breath exhaling hotly at your skin. His chest kissed against your back, while his bottom half pushed into your buttocks, fitting behind you like he belonged.

“Cold?” he quietly asked.

A hum left your lips.

“I got you,” he murmured, adjusting the bag a little and pulling you closer in the process. You relaxed against him, listening to the thrumming beat of his heart, letting it fill out the otherwise deafening silence that played just outside.

Slowly, your thoughts loosened, and you allowed yourself to relax; your mind drifted off gradually, and then even more gently, sleep took over completely, until something shifted, and introduced a secondary weight—

It was not just Suguru’s arm around you that you felt, nor was it his body lined up against your back, but something else that had settled in front of you. It felt like pressure from the other side, subtle and barely there, not significant enough to wake you, but just enough to make the hair on your neck stand up. It felt almost as though a knee brushed against yours, like something—or someone else—settled in right beside you.

A frown formed in your sleep, and then, you muttered out Suguru’s name under your breath, needing him to react—to make you feel safe—to tell you that he was there and that it was all fine.

A pause followed, but then, from the side that you were facing, that should have been empty, someone else answered.

“Yeah?” his voice replied, soft and familiar. “I’m here.”

At the same time, you could still feel Suguru pressed up behind you, breathing down your neck. As you heard the other answer, his lips that were right against your skin, did not move.

Your eyes snapped open.

Given that it was pitch black, nothing immediately came into view. You were right in the middle of the woods without any light from the lanterns, which were nearby, but cast low enough that they did not show through the barrier of the tent. The skies were also overcast despite the earlier pleasant weather, so there were no stars, let alone a moon, that were able to provide a revealing light.

Your mind struggled to comprehend what you were experiencing: you were lying between two sources of solid, organic mass. One body behind you, and then one in the front.

“Suguru?” you asked again, sounding much more lucid than before.

“Hmm?” came the response, but this time, from both sides.

At that, some instinct of yours urged you to dispel the disbelief coursing through your veins, urging you to reach out and confirm to yourself that you were just imagining things. You pushed your hand out, expecting it to collide with nothing—to meet with the cold, empty air ahead—only to strike something solid instead.

You sucked in a sharp breath at that, which was enough to wake up Suguru, too. He felt some resistance as you pushed out, his brows furrowing in his sleep. He, too, had the same idea that you did in that moment; reaching past you, running his fingertips along your skin, and then branching out to feel what was up ahead.

It was probably nothing, but then—

He felt it.

Suguru froze, his breath suddenly lost, but at the feeling of cold, sudden dread, he reacted quicker than you knew he could ever move. He grabbed you within an instinct, hauling you back with such a force that it stole your breath away. You barely had any time to gasp before he hauled you out into the open, desperately flickering the knob on the lantern, to force more light to come.

Only for it to reveal nothing in the tent.

He stared at the space as he struggled to put a lid on his boiling panic; his eyes searching around every illuminated corner and crease as if something surely must have been there. The tent was small, so there should have been nowhere to hide, especially since it only worked one way. You could not open it from the outside, as that much was its basic security feature, leaving him momentarily stumped.

“You felt that too, right?” you asked, desperately seeking comfort.

Suguru hesitated.

“I’m not sure,” he admitted. “Maybe it was just a dream?”

“That we both shared?” you asked, hoping that he would continue to lie.

He gulped, taking an unsteady step back, only to bump into someone. Immediately, he spun around, ready to defend you if necessary, only for him to face Satoru instead, who stood there with a head full of messy hair, yawning lazily as he took in the sight of you both.

“What’s up?” he yawned out.

Suguru forced a breathless laugh, trying to play whatever that was off.

“Think an animal was curious and dug at our tent,” he lied.

Satoru leaned off to the side, glancing at your tent. “Ah, an animal?” he questioned, looking around the dark as if he could see anything at all beyond the lantern light. “Think you’re safe,” he added with a teasing laugh. “All the dangerous things are up in Hokkaido. Maybe it was a rat or a bird?”

Suguru forced another laugh. “Yeah, maybe.”

Shoko’s tent rustled next, and she walked out into the clearing, languidly stretching as she did so. Given how restless she seemed, she was likely never asleep in the first place. “Why are we all up? Thought it was bedtime.”

Then, a moment later, Kento emerged as well.

“What now?” he almost pleaded.

A round of small talk was exchanged between you all, and Suguru avoided bringing up anything that he thought had happened. Ultimately, everyone had varying schedules due to their line of work, so sleep was officially out of the question. For the time being, the plan was to go to the cabin that Suguru had revealed and stay up until actual exhaustion took over.

Inside, the air was stale and dusty, but it had solid walls and a lockable door, which you liked. The interior was pretty sparse, though. Just a couple of benches and a wooden table that was pushed into the corner. Beds did not seem to be an option, hinting that this building was more likely a common ground for campers to hang out, weather storms, store things, or whatever else.

Shoko threw a pack of cards on the table, taking a seat, as everyone else followed.

“Might as well,” she murmured, grabbing the pack and beginning to shuffle.

Of course, you settled in right beside Suguru, who, as the game progressed, did not mind at all whenever you peeked at his hand. He was barely aware of it, even, since his attention was fixed on the cards only as a necessity, and everything else occurred on autopilot. It was easier for him to relax when he was in a lit area with people he knew, allowing him to move on from an uneasy situation.

But then, at some point, when the five of you had fallen into an automated routine, Shoko froze, but tried not to make it obvious. She simply had noticed something just… off.

She dealt out the cards, counting the hands:

One, two…

…Three, four..

…Five…

…Six?

So, that was her, you, Satoru, Suguru, Kento—

At the realisation, she did not dare look up. Her eyes stayed on the deck, following everyone’s hands that sat at the table. By the sixth pair, she did not recognise who they could have belonged to. They were much paler, the skin almost grey. The fingers were too long, and the nails were far too sharp.

Someone else took a card from the pile, then added to their hands, and then, someone else entirely, whose voice sounded so wrong, far from anything recognisable, let alone anything that sounded human at all, said “uno”.

One by one, the rest of you noticed that something was off.

There were far too many players.

Kento, that time, was the second to react, but the first to move.

Everyone, as if on queue, followed abruptly after him, practically spilling out of the cabin and back out into the woods. You could feel your heart pounding wildly as a strange, deafening whooshing sound played on a loop in your ears, making it difficult to focus, especially given that you were already tired and on edge.

Kento counted obsessively over how many people there were.

“One, two, three, four, five—”

He repeated himself, again and again, needing to confirm something.

Then, as he turned slowly to the still-lit cabin to confront the possibility of a sixth person, the lights blew out before he could catch a peek. The low-hanging lamp burst, and the glass shattered, falling to the floor. Just outside, the bulbs in the lanterns broke, leaving you all stranded in complete and utter darkness, and something cold, like an unseen presence, brushed past you all.

You cried out softly in fear before Suguru’s hand closed over your mouth.

“With me,” he whispered, “and don’t make a sound.”

Before you could think, he pulled you away into the deep woods, separating you from everyone else. Branches snagged and scraped against your arms, leaving behind tiny, itchy welts on your flesh. The leaves crunched underfoot as you stumbled after him, and your heart continued to beat so loudly that it almost hurt.

Then, he stopped and crouched down ever so slightly, pressing you to his chest. One hand still covered your mouth, while the other held securely around your waist. It was only then that you noticed just how icy his fingers felt; colder than they should have been.

Slowly, he pressed you to face the surface of a nearby tree, his whole body digging in to keep yours in place. Bark dug into your chest and stomach, and the soft give of your thighs. His face dipped, kissing the back of your neck, inhaling deeply.

Somehow, you knew that it was not him.

“Suguru?” you asked him anyway. “Is that really you?”

A pause followed, but then something else that almost sounded like a smile. A soft exhale that gave way to a wet sound, like lips parting.

Whatever it was that was behind you had tightened its hold, pressing you up so tight against the tree that you could hardly breathe.

“Ah,” the thing behind you said, adjusting ever so slightly as soon as it noticed, but it did not apologise.

You tried to pull away as soon as it gave you space.

But then its grip immediately tightened.

“Not so fast,” it caught you, returning its lips to your neck once more. It did not kiss you that time, nor did it bite you; it simply rested its mouth there.

All the while, you could hardly think.

“I like you,” it added softly after a moment.

Then, after a pause.

“A lot.”

Your body went still despite every instinct otherwise screaming at you to run or fight or scream, even if nothing in your body allowed you to budge. You were locked into place, caught in between terror and something else, waiting for whatever was behind you to make its move. Its hands brushed against your arms, almost gently, as though exploring your body, but it was only when you flinched at its touch that it shifted its voice into something familiar once again.

Maybe to comfort you.

Or, to trick you.

It sounded like Suguru again.

“Don’t worry, I’m here,” it soothed.

The sound of him sounding so soft and gentle and just like the man you loved almost broke you.

“Are you going to hurt me?” you dared ask.

“Hurt?” it replied quickly. “No, not hurt.”

Then, as an afterthought.

“Keep?”

A pause.

“Yes.”

Your stomach dropped.

“Then, are you going to hurt my friends?”

You gulped.

“Or… Suguru…?”

For the first time, it seemed to hesitate. You could feel the reluctance from the way its chest stilled against your body, but then, it breathed out slowly, sounding almost amused.

“Only if they’re in the way,” it promised.

You tried to nod, but couldn’t. You could not scream either, but something else desperately pushed you to force the thing behind you.

“Can I look at you?” you asked, needing to confirm to yourself more so that it wasn’t Suguru.

A pause followed, and initially, you expected a rejection, but then it stepped back. Right about then, the clouds seemed to part, allowing the moon and the stars to come into view, briefly highlighting the creature that towered over you in the small clearing.

At the sight of it, you could technically say that it certainly resembled Suguru, but only to a point. The height of it was wrong, even if the shape was right. It had his hair, his sharp jaw, but the look in his eyes was completely wrong. His smile also looked like it did not belong.

“W-what are you?” you stammered out.

No reply.

“How do you look so much like him… but, somehow, not at all?” you managed, surprised that you could ask that much, considering you were too afraid to run or scream.

“This is all just a temporary look,” it said, not quite answering either of your questions. “I can keep it if you want, if that helps. Would you like that?”

Something about the offer made your skin crawl, and, before you could answer, you could hear a distant voice call out through the trees.

“Where are you?”

You recognised from the cadence and fear, that the voice that called out for you, had belonged to the real Suguru. You listened on, focusing on what you heard, recognising Shoko, Satoru and Kento all calling out your name too.

Your heart jumped, and you tried to look past the creature and towards the sound of promised safety, but then you remembered its promise. It said nothing as you writhed around near it, seemingly letting you decide on your own. If you were to stay quiet for now, then it would not harm the people you cared about.

For that reason, you held back, even if it was a trap to surrender. Maybe it did so because it was weak, but you could not take that risk. Sure, you could guesstimate that it might not be able to handle many people at once, which was why it aimed to isolate people and get them all alone, but on a deeper scale, you knew there was more to it than that.

You sighed, deciding to stay.

“Good,” it said. “You did the right thing.”

Your throat tightened.

“But you’ll let me go eventually, right?” you asked.

No such answer came out, and it reached out to hold onto you again. You understood its answer without needing to hear it, especially from what it had revealed before about its intentions, that escape was likely not such an easy prospect. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you realised just how doomed you were, and you noticed that right away.

“Ah,” it said, stepping closer, bringing its lips down to the spot where your tears fell, lapping it up with its tongue. “No need to cry.”

You trembled, feeling it lean in further, its lips finding yours.

“It’s okay,” it said again.

You tried to pull away from its advances, but the more you resisted, the more you felt as though you were melting into a dream, or perhaps, rather, a nightmare. Its words had a gentle ring to them, even if you felt in more danger than ever before. Your body felt heavy, sluggish, even as if your thoughts were sinking into thick, unyielding water.

It repeated itself then, its voice now stripped completely of Suguru’s warmth.

“I like you a lot,” it declared again.

You did not like how its voice seemed to surround you as it spoke, for it was as though it came from everywhere all at once. Nor did you like how it kept on trying to kiss you, as if it were entitled to your reciprocation.

“Such soft skin,” it murmured, guiding its hands to slip under your clothing, eager to feel what was beneath. Its touch felt possessive in a way you did not like.

“Don’t you want to be mine?”

You tried to shake your head, but in your drowsy, almost hypnotised state, words that you did not mean started to leave your lips.

“Yes,” you found yourself saying, but not out of a will that belonged to you. Your eyes snapped open again, horrified over what you had revealed. This was not you consenting. You thought the opposite, and yet—

Did it trick you?

The creature smiled, sounding entitled as it digested your words.

“Good,” it praised. “What a good, good girl.”

In a flash of movement that you could barely register, it flipped you over so that you faced the bark again, forcing you to face the cold wood. Its hands pressed hard over your head, its fingers splayed around your scalp.

Despite this, its touch came in soft; its fingers trailing down the curve of your spine and settling at the small of your back. Its touch lingered, but then it began to tease along the waistband of your clothes, hinting that it wanted entry. The sensation was maddeningly light, and yet, you could not displace the feeling of complete and utter dread.

Next, something hot in contrast to the rest of it pressed right against your buttocks, digging into the soft flesh. It felt hard and poked insistently at the fabric in the way of your bare skin, throbbing against you.

“Do you feel me?” it asked.

You tried to speak, finding this time that you could not.

“Don’t you feel how much I want you?”

It took your continued silence as the consent it needed, moving forward regardless of what you felt or wanted. The pressure in between your legs intensified as you could feel the fabric ripping, feeling cold air greet your flesh.

Then, its voice returned to something familiar, as though to coax you.

“Fuck, babe, you feel so wet for me,” it muttered, using the exact tone that Suguru reserved for you. The only difference was, that never in his life, had he called you babe.

You were left stunned, unable to believe that this was happening, and yet—

“Tell me that you want this,” it continued, its voice perfectly imitating the man that you loved as something wet and slick began to trace along the edge of your heat, threatening to push past and ease inside. “Tell me,” it demanded again.

Your mind reeled—you knew that this creature was adopting Suguru’s voice to confuse you—to lull you into a false sense of security, and yet, you lacked the strength or the will to fight back. Something sickly sweet hung in the air that took your breath away, but you weren’t sure what. All the while, it shuddered along the back of your neck; its breath hot and humid, exploring you with hands that weren’t his like you were something familiar.

The thing behind you was shaking now, trembling with such excitement that it made your stomach churn. Its whole body vibrated against yours, and when you did not reply to it, it continued anyway.

Silence was all that you had, and still, that alone could not save you.

“If you can’t use your words, then I’ll have to guess,” it teased, its voice dropping to a low gravelly sound, “it’s just, I might not be as gentle as he is.”

Something wet slid into the reach of your wetness, and your body reacted involuntarily. A sharp gasp left your lips as it pushed inside, forcing the bark from the tree to dig painfully into your skin. You tried to palm out and steady yourself, but your face was pressed against the rough wood, making it difficult to find any stable footing at all.

“I’ll be so good to you,” it promised, its voice dripping with false sweetness. “I’ll be so much better… than him.”

Then, as if bothered by your extended silence, it didn’t bother to wait for an answer at all. It continued to push into you regardless, its length sliding into your slick walls that did very little to accommodate its size. Its cock was unlike anything you had ever felt before; searing hot and somehow too large for you to take.

“Fuck,” it breathed, its voice still like Suguru’s but warped with something darker. “You feel so perfect—”

It started to move, albeit not gently like Suguru would, not as softly as he would talk you through it, but something else entirely. It did not seem to care for your comfort, let alone your pleasure, acting on a base need to fill and claim. The pressure from inside felt overwhelming as it forced itself in even further, stretching you out in all sorts of ways that should have been impossible. You could feel your body resisting the intrusion, but it did not stop once. It kept on pushing, pushing, and pushing, until—

It finally managed to slip in all the way, hilting as far as it could physically go.

The violation felt raw and brutal in its intensity, and a breathless scream tore from your lungs.

“It’s okay,” it whispered out as it felt you struggle. “It’s okay, babe. It’s just me.”

You could no longer contain your tears as it moved from within you, its length pulsing and tearing you up from the inside and out. It held onto the memory of every little lean and angle and keening cry or gasp that you made, being sure to repeat what was otherwise music to its ears.

“Don’t you like this?” it goaded, the question itself laced with the threat of punishment if you answered wrong. “Has he never fucked you like this before?”

Its finger then dipped lower, slipping to pad over your clit, allowing itself to wander and, confusingly, to an extent, stroke around the bud. It traced slow and deliberate circles as it pounded into you with wild abandon, the dual sensation and the fear you felt, almost being too much.

Then, it pulled you back by the strands of your hair, fisting itself around your scalp, making your head burn.

“Call out his name,” it demanded, rutting into you faster, its hips snapping into erratic force. “Scream it.”

To press your reaction, it pushed its finger against you harder, invoking a horrendous sensation of pain that mixed with pleasure. In the heat of the moment, your body betrayed you then, and you could feel yourself tensing. A new feeling of profound horror gripped you in the realisation of that, for you did not want to give the beast behind you such a reward.

And yet, even so, as you met your reluctant climax, you called out for Suguru almost desperately, and so did, too; the creature began to follow up after, as though you had fulfilled the conditions for some sort of ritual. It exploded within you right after, filling you up with a warmth that felt far too scalding for your insides to handle, before collapsing above you entirely.

It was still hard even when it pulled out from within you, and you could feel it throb against your back—feel whatever it released inside of you, as it seeped out and trickled down your thighs—as exhaustion claimed you what felt like immediately after.

Then, later, when you woke up, it was bright again.

You could hear the people you were better familiar with close in, and see them, this time too, at last reuniting with you. Whatever dreadful feeling you had before was gone with its absence, and an arm hooked right around you, pulling you upright so that you were sitting, and not sprawled out on the forest floor.

“There you are,” Suguru—the real one—murmured, his voice tired, but coated with relief.

You blinked as you came around, the trees above you blurring and then sharpening again. Daylight filtered through the branches, making you squint. Nearby, Shoko was crouched by a rock, holding up a piece of fabric that had torn from your clothes, inspecting it carefully. Satoru stood not too far away from both you and Suguru, giving as much space as you needed. Kento was a couple of steps away, glancing around the trees, trying to piece something together.

Throughout it all, your body ached. You hissed as you tried to steady yourself.

“Easy,” Suguru caught you, his hand gripping your arm.

You blinked down at your skin, noticing the littered thin red lines adorning your flesh. Your palms were scraped raw, too, and your knees felt bruised.

Suguru exhaled as he took in the sight of you.

“Where did you run off to?” he asked, not sounding angry, no, but perhaps worried.

You blinked once more and then forced yourself to speak.

“What… What happened?” you tried to ask. “How did I… end up all the way out here?”

The group glanced around uncertainly at one another, rippling back as a shrug that met Suguru’s shoulders. He hesitated, not seeming too sure himself.

“I…” he started. “We found you out here. All I remember was you running off last night, but not much else.”

You frowned as he explained it all to you.

“You really don’t remember anything else?” he probed.

You shook your head, allowing the remnants of what otherwise felt like a realistic dream, if not nightmare, away. Or at least, what felt unreal. You remembered darkness and running and stopping somewhere abruptly, your name spoken out all wrong and as sickly fingers caressed your flesh and felt something—someone—inside you.

You swallowed hard.

“Think I had a nightmare, and maybe… sleepwalked off?” you managed to suggest.

Suguru studied your expression, but ultimately, he settled on the explanation. He sighed deeply before pulling you in close to meet with his chest so that his chin could rest over the top of your head.

“Well, it’s okay now,” he murmured, soothing you with the warm and familiar touch that certainly belonged to him and him alone. “Let’s get back home, alright? We think a storm last night blew out our supplies anyway.”

As he helped you up and walked you back to the parking lot, with all of the supplies in tow, carried by others, the forest seemed almost normal again. That time around, you could hear the birds chirp and insects buzz and hum in the spring air. Shoko tossed her bag into the trunk as soon as she reached the car, and so did Kento, who was carrying the rest. Satoru slid into the driver’s seat, and you sat in the back, only for Suguru to hover outside for a moment before pausing.

“Shit,” he muttered. “Need to take a leak. Won’t be long.”

You sat back in the backseat with the door still open, not noticing how subtly the sounds of the nearby forest died right down. Minutes passed as you curiously watched the line of trees, waiting on Suguru to return, thinking it was odd that he seemed to be taking his sweet, sweet time.

But then he showed up right at the door, startling you out of your daze.

“Back,” he said, sliding right in, shuffling right in next to you. Kento had insisted on taking the passenger seat, just in case Satoru fell asleep at the wheel, so there was enough room for exactly three behind.

You shuffled along the backseat, noticing that something about him was slightly off, but you could not place what: he looked the same as he always did, from the same hair, to the same clothes, to the same familiar silhouette, and yet, something else was out of place.

“You okay, babe?” he asked, noticing your suddenly stiff demeanour.

For a moment, you were left once again frozen, feeling your hands go numb, gulping as the car began to pull away. Unrequited thoughts kept on slipping into your head, urging you remember something important, but your memory blurred. Maybe you were just being paranoid after a realistic nightmare, because being in new places and being still exhausted made people imagine strange things.

Suguru has always been quiet in the mornings, hasn’t he?

He’s always been tough to read.

“I’m fine,” you finally managed, and so did he, too, settle.

That’s right: Suguru has always been like this.

Always has been a slight bit taller, his eyes a little sharper, his complexion not quite right—

You’d spent the whole weekend with Spencer after that. You cooked dinner together on Saturday night and bickered over when the pasta was done cooking. You watched his favourite movie and then made him watch yours. And on Sunday, you went to watch the sunrise over the water and then spent the rest of the day cuddled in bed. Spencer kissed you at every opportunity, like he was reminding you more and more that this was real. You still got nervous at the contact, still weren’t exactly sure if you were doing it right or if it felt as good for him as it did for you. But he seemed to know exactly what he was doing.

“I should really go back to mine,” You mumble, laying between his legs with your back pressed against his chest as he played video games.

He was propped up against the headboard, pausing the game when you speak.

“A few more hours won’t hurt,” He leans down to kiss your cheek.

“Yes, it will,” You laugh, “I’ve still not done my homework for tomorrow, and I need to be home at least some point this weekend.”

He grumbles and tightens his grip around you, “Homework can wait.”

You hum, tilting your head to peck his lips quickly, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

He groans, kissing you once more before releasing his grip on you.

Spencer gets up and walks you down the stairs, even standing at the door to watch you walk the few steps over to your house. He only closes the door when he sees you go inside.

If you thought about it briefly, this entire weekend felt like a fever dream. How had you gone from Friday to now? On Friday, you’d been preparing for your first date, with a guy you’d known for a week, your first experience of anything like this. And in the past two days, Spencer had shown you so much of what you felt like you’d been missing. Kissing you, holding you, making you feel like you were worthy of every piece of affection. Your heart seemed to backflip at the thought, the idea that this was reality.

“There she is!” It’s your Mum who speaks up as soon as you enter the house, “I’d have started to get worried if you were any further away than next door.”

You laugh, “Yeah, sorry, I thought I should come home at least once before the weekend’s over.”

“Oh don’t be silly, you’re young, you’re supposed to be out all the time,” She chuckles, “This is what we’re meant to be putting up with as parents.”

You’d always been close with your parents, mainly because they never had much to worry about. You got good grades, you were always home on time, you helped out around the house, you were never one to be out late partying or off somewhere they didn’t know. You were too much of a golden girl to be a worry for them. If anything, your Mum was a little relieved to see you doing something at least slightly out of character.

“So, Spencer?” She raises her brows at you, “Little Spec that you used to have sleepovers with, Spec that drives you to school every day. When did this happen?”

“Um,” You clear your throat, scratching at the back of your neck, “I don’t know, it’s new. I actually don’t know wh- I don’t know.”

“Oh I don’t understand you young kids these days,” She shakes her head, “Are you dating are you not dating? I’ll never understand it.”

“I should go and do my work before tomorrow,” You excuse yourself, making your way upstairs to your own room.

The curtains are open and so are Spencer’s across the way. He’s sat back on his bed still playing the same game he’d been playing before you left, fully engrossed in the screen.

Do your work!!

You send the text and set your phone down onto your desk, glancing through the window once more to see him smile down at the words on his screen. He looks up to you through the window then and his lips curl into an even brighter smile. You feel your heart flip once more.

———

The following morning, Spencer is waiting in the car like he always is for you. You hurry down and get into the passenger seat, dropping your bag onto the back seats,

“Good morning, doll,” He smiles when he sees you, leaning over to kiss you quickly, “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, ready,” You nod, plugging your phone into the aux.

You’d done this same journey a million times with Spencer. And yet something felt so different about being sat next to him now. He wasn’t just the boy you’d grown up with now, he was your first kiss, your first date, the first time you’d stayed over at a guys house, the first boy you were talking to your Mum about. He was filling in so many firsts.

In that moment, however, you have the realisation that none of those were yet to be firsts for him. He’d had plenty of kisses in his time, had more than enough dates, had a number of girls stay over at his house, his Mum had even met Missy. He’d done all of those things before he’d done them with you. And that was okay. You couldn’t exactly be annoyed at him for experiencing those things before you. What mattered that it was you now. Right? But what if those other girls had been better than you? What if they’d kissed better or been prettier or been more confident or…

“Where’s that head gone?” Spencer speaks over your overthinking, “Because if you’re about to start talking to me about your math homework I’m pulling the car over.”

“No, no, I’m just-“ You half-laugh, looking over to him, “Nothing.”

He smiles, keeping his eyes focused on the road as he moves his hand from the gearstick to instead rest on your thigh, his thumb smoothing over the bare skin below the cut-off of your shorts.

Your skin tingles beneath his touch, seemingly another first for you. But how many girls had sat in this seat? How many girls had he made that same move with? You swallow the lump in your throat and try to ignore it.

———

Spencer parks up in his usual spot and you both get out of the car, him handing you your bag as you do.

“Okay, I’ll see you at the end of the day,” You nod, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

“What are you talking about?” He laughs, reaching for your hand and interlocking your fingers, “Come on, come say hi to the guys, at least stay with us until first period.”

“I-“ You frown, “I never see you much in school.”

He laughs again, turning around to face you, “Got somewhere better to be, (Y/l/n)?”

“I- no,” You smile, following alongside him as he walks you over to the wall where a group of the boys were sat.

You didn’t recognise any of them, apart from Ant. The only other two you’d known were Dusty and Malakai but both of them had left now. Ant is sat with another girl, Harper, and she smiles when she sees you.

“Morning boys,” Spider says, “You all know (Y/n), right?”

“Yeah how’s it going (Y/n)? You’re never with us in the morning,” Ant points out, smiling so you knew he didn’t mean it rudely.

“Yeah Ant’s brain will probably combust if he’s with more than one girl at once, right buddy?” Spencer hits his leg and takes a seat on the wall opposite them.

This spot used to be an old bike park but too many kids got their wheels slashed so Woodsy gave up on the idea of having one. Now, it was just three walls all perpendicular to each other, with the remains of metal railings in the centre. You hop up onto the spot beside Spencer and he leans one of his arms around the back of you - not necessarily around you, just resting there as if he wanted to reassure you.

“How come you weren’t out on Friday Spider?” One of the guys asks him.

“I…” Spider glances at you and then back to the group, “Something came up.”

Harper looks at you across the way and smiles. She must be able to tell you’re nervous. You’re not sure if you should speak or let the others do the talking. Should you be making it more obvious that something was going on with Spencer? Were they all going to question him on it as soon as you left?

“Well, you should’ve been there.”

“Yeah, man, you missed a good party.”

They all go into explaining something that had happened at the party and you try to pick up on names you might recognise. Someone mentions Missy and you feel your chest tighten, a strange reaction, you think.

“Hey (Y/n), I think we have first period together,” Harper mentions, “Maths right? Do you want to walk over?”

“Yeah, yeah sure,” You nod, reaching for your bag.

You hop down from the wall and watch as Harper turns to kiss Ant before she leaves. Oh god. Should you do the same to Spencer. You turn around and look at him and he smiles.

“I’ll see you at lunch?”

“Um, yeah, okay,” You nod, “See you.”

He didn’t make a move to kiss you. But, then again, neither did you. Maybe you should have done. Will his friends think you were weird if you didn’t?

“Sorry, thought you might just want to get away from that boy talk for a while,” Harper leans in to say to you quietly as you’re both walking away, “You and Spencer are a thing then?”

“Oh, um,” You shrug, “Yeah, I guess so, it’s new so I don’t know.”

“You guys have been friends for like ever though right?” She points out, “He mentions you all the time.”

“He does?”

“Oh yeah,” Harper laughs, “Ant was telling me the other week the boys ask for lifts off Spider all the time and he always refuses. They call you his ‘golden girl’. I’m honestly surprised it took him this long to make a move.”

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks, suppressing a smile that you’d save for when you mentioned this to Spider later, “Yeah, I didn’t think anything would ever happen with us. But I’m glad it has.”

You walk through to class with her and go to sit with your friends on the table near the front. They ask you about your weekend and oddly enough you can’t bring yourself to mention anything about Spencer. What would you say? You knew a few of them silently judged him and that entire group for everything. They were so different to you guys. They were loud and outgoing and disruptive. And you guys got your work in on time and spoke about plans for after school or what the latest book you were reading was. They were… just different. And so you liked the idea of keeping the two things separate for a while. At least whilst you were still figuring out what exactly was going on with you and Spencer. You didn’t want to ask for fear of the answer not being what you desired.

———

By the middle of the day, you’re leaving your class for lunch. Your few friends walk out with you and go to turn down the corridor towards your lockers but, as you step out of the room, you’re stopped by someone else.

“Last out of class, I shouldn’t be surprised,” Spencer comments as his hand stops your wrist in motion, “Ready to go to lunch?”

The girls turn around and look at you with a frown, looking between you and him and then down to where his hand still held you.

“Um, I’ll catch up with you guys later,” You smile to them, turning around to Spencer before you can catch sight of their disapproving faces.

“I don’t think you’ve ever introduced me to your friends,” Spencer points out, “Do they know about me?”

“Everyone knows about you,” You laugh, “You’re not exactly known for being incognito around school. In fact, I’m pretty sure you hit one of them with a cake once when you started that food fight after the elections.”

He grimaces, “Yeah, might have to apologise for that one if I want to get in their good books.”

You like the idea of him wanting to impress your friends, the idea that he’d want them to like him. It makes you feel like there is some sort of permanence to this. Some sort of longevity that stretched beyond one perfect weekend.

“Here, you can put your stuff in my locker,” He mentions, taking your books from your arms, “I won’t let you forget it.”

Spencer closes the locker and then continues his walk beside you, his hand brushing yours every so often until his fingers lace with your own. Every little contact from him seemed like a gentle reminder that you really weren’t dreaming this. This was really happening.

You both wait in line to get your food and he places a hand on your back to let you go ahead of him. You still tingle under the touch. He asks you how your days been and tells you he’s thought of another film you need to watch. You ask him if he listened to the song you’d sent him last night and he said he’d already added it to his playlist.

He points out a table over in the corner and the two of you go over, sitting opposite each other.

“So this is technically our first meal out together,” You point out, pushing the rice around your plate, “You’re practically taking me out for dinner.”

“I always thought it would be more romantic than this,” Spider laughs, his leg brushing yours under the table.

“So you’ve thought about it.”

“Well I mean I-“

“There you are!”

Within moments, you’re interrupted by Spider’s friends clambering around the table. Ant sits down next to you and smiles, throwing down a wrapped sandwich and a bag of chips and a can of soda.

“Don’t mind if we join you, do you?” One of the boys sits beside Spider and nudges his arm.

“Um,” Spencer clears his throat, “Course not.”

He looks over to you but you’re already distracted by the chorus of conversation that starts up beside you.

Was this normal? The new normal? If you wanted to see Spencer did you have to spend all this time with his friends too? They seemed okay. But they were talking about a game you didn’t know, and another one of them brought up a school trip that was happening tomorrow. They all seem to speak over each other and yet all manage to understand. You eat your food, not really adding much to the conversation but smiling and nodding so that you at least looked like you were engaged. You wanted to be back with your friends in that moment - they’d be talking to you about a new film that they wanted to see, or a new album that was coming out and you’d agree and have something to actually input into the conversation. You could actually be part of the chorus. But right now you felt like a bystander.

———

Spencer drives you home, of course, and this time he comes round to your house instead of you parting ways at the car.

“I’m back Mum!” You call out as you step inside, tossing your keys into the bowl near the front door.

“Oh hello darling!” She beams when she sees you, “And Spencer! To what do we owe the pleasure?”

“I heard you were making burgers, I’m just here for the burgers,” He grins, “It’s good to see you.”

“Im sure you get taller every time I see you, and you’re only over the way,” She smiles up at him, “Well you’re more than welcome to stay for dinner, as long as you help me open the pickles. I was going to wait for Dad to get home but now you’re here you can try.”

“Of course,” Spencer smiles, disappearing into the kitchen.

“I knew it would happen eventually,” Your Mum turns to you with a smile on her face, one that reminded you of your own, “I knew it!”

You roll your eyes, “Oh stop it Mum. It’s still new, we’re just… seeing how it goes.”

“Got them!” Spencer steps back out into the hallway, “I left the jar on the counter.”

“Oh thank you darling,” Your Mum smiles, “Dinner will be ready in about an hour.”

“Should we…?” Spencer looks at you.

“Yeah let’s go,” You go up the stairs and he follows behind you up into your bedroom.

It was a bedroom of magnolia walls, one of which was covered in displayed vinyl covers, a vinyl player on a table in the corner beside your desk. Your bed was against the same wall as the window and Spencer sits down onto the edge of it as you set your bag down and check your appearance in the mirror above your vanity.

“It feels weird to do the whole ‘meeting the parents thing’ when I already know her,” Spencer mentions, flicking through the pages of the book you’d left on your bed, “Less nerve wracking.”

“Is it normally worse than that?” You ask, “Because that still seemed pretty uncomfortable."

"What do you mean? She loves me!"

"I dont know I just-" You shake your head, "I don't know what to say when people ask me about us. Harper asked about it earlier and I just don't know what I'm supposed to say."

"Well, there’s nothing you’re supposed to say,” He shrugs, “It’s up to you.”

“I think it’s up to you too,” You point out, stepping towards him.

When you’re close enough, he reaches his hands out to draw you in between his legs, looking up at you as you stand there, “Just tell them we’re seeing each other. That’s enough to shut them up.”

“Are we? I mean… are we seeing each other?” Your cheeks are heating up again.

Spencer squints at you, “Yeah I think I can see you.”

You hit at his chest, “You know what I mean.”

He hums and moves his hands around to the back of your thighs, guiding you onto his lap, your thighs straddling either side of his, “Yeah, I think we are,” He mumbles close to your lips, planting a kiss there.

You smile against his touch, your arms wrapping around his neck. He holds his hands on your waist, deepening the kiss. You still weren’t sure what you were supposed to do, but you let him take the lead. You just let instinct take over. Spencer moves one hand to your back as if he wants to draw you impossibly closer to him. He smiles against your lips and shifts just enough to lift you up, guiding you down onto the mattress. Your head drops down to the pillow, hair splaying behind you. He’s hovering over you, hand gripping your hip as yours grip his shoulders, him dipping down to kiss you again. There’s contact and friction and the unfamiliar feeling of his weight on top of you. And something in your brain seems to ignite in that moment.

“Spencer,” You whisper, feeling your heartbeat pound against your chest, averting your eyes away from his gaze, “I don’t want to- I don’t-“

He stops in his movements, his hand still on your waist, looking down at you until your eyes meet his, “(Y/n), I didn’t- you know that’s okay, right?”

He shifts his weight until he drops down to the mattress beside you, leaning up onto his elbow so that he doesn’t lose your eyes.

“We don’t have to do anything,” He assures you, “I’m not in any rush.”

You look at him for a second and take a deep breath, “But I know you’ve… you know, you’ve done all of that before. Isn’t it weird for you if I don’t want to do any of that yet?”

He shakes his head instantly, “Absolutely not.”

There’s a tightness in your chest and for some reason, the longer he looks at you the more you feel like you’re going to cry under his focus. You can feel your bottom lip threatening to tremble.

“(Y/n) you’ve not done this before. You’re not supposed to know what to do or how to act or what to say - it’s okay to figure all of that out. I just want you to feel like you can tell me when things aren’t what you want, okay?” He holds your hand in his, “And if you ever feel like you can’t tell me, that’s when we’ve got a problem we need to fix.”

You smile and nod at him, not sure of any words that fit the moment, not sure of any words that you could get out without your voice breaking.

“Okay, can I kiss you now?” He smiles at you, leaning in and pausing just inches from your lips.

When you nod, he kisses you softly with a smile on his face. You feel your heart skip the same way it had done after your first kiss.

———

Your Mum was surprisingly relaxed about you and Spencer being together. She didn’t even think twice about saying he should stay the night. Maybe she was just happy to see you happy. Or maybe her old dreams for you were finally becoming a reality and she just wanted to hold onto it. You eat dinner with your parents and then watch a film with them downstairs before Spencer’s eyes start to slowly lose their energy and you tell your parents you should probably go to bed. He used a spare toothbrush and waited for you in the bathroom whilst you got unready, he sat on the toilet and read the ingredients of your skincare - stumbling over the complex spellings. He followed you out and back into your bedroom, closing the door behind him gently.

“Okay, full transparency, I normally sleep naked,” He raises his hands as if he’s surrendering the information.

You laugh, “Well, thanks for telling me.”

“But I can sacrifice that freedom for tonight and at least wear boxers,” He nods, pulling off his t-shirt and hanging it over your desk chair.

He’s toned and his muscles seem even more so defined in the dim light. His shoulders are broad and seem to contort so intensely that it makes the soft features of his face look almost misplaced on him.

“Are you staring at me, (Y/n)?” He grins, stepping towards you.

“Just-“ You swallow the lump in your throat, “Looking.”

“Looking?” He cocks a brow, wrapping his arms around your waist as soon as you’re within reach.

He buries his face into your neck, planting a soft kiss into the crook before tightening his arms and lifting you from the ground. You let out an involuntary squeal and wrap your arms around him as he carries you over to the bed, planting you down on the side closest to the wall before dropping down onto the mattress beside you. His arm is already outstretched, waiting for you to tuck in against his chest. You lay there and feel his heart under your head, swirling patterns with the tip of your finger around the bare skin of his torso.

“So I wanted to ask you something,” You take a breath, “How does this all work now? Like… if we’re… whatever we are… how does it work at school?”

“Do you mean with lunch? I’m sorry they all came over and sat with us, it’s just a force of habit and they probably didn’t think anything of it but-“

“No, it’s okay,” You say softly, looking down at a crease in the sheets on your bed, “I just mean in general - lunch, classes, before school - if we’re… i mean, should i be with you the whole time?”

“Do you not want to be?” He chuckles, “Because if I’m keeping you from-“

You lean up onto your elbow and roll your eyes, “That’s not what I meant!”

He laughs again, brushing your hair back over your shoulder, “There’s no rule book, (Y/n). I want to see you as much as I can but that doesn’t mean you should be worried about having to spend all this time with my friends too.”

“I know but like… Harper’s with you guys,” You shrug, your index finger drawing circles on his chest, “Would they think it’s weird if I’m not with you?”

He leans up just enough to press a kiss to your forehead, dropping back down onto the pillow before he says, “They can think whatever they want.”

He tightens his arm around you and pulls you back into him, wrapping both of his arms around your body in a tight embrace.

“We should get some sleep,” You mumble into him, arm draped over his torso.

It was strange to you how quickly you settled into contact with Spencer. You’d never done anything like this. And yet when he held you, when he touched you, it felt like it was just natural. It wasn’t as scary as you thought it would all be. Sure, some parts of it still were. But you weren’t as scared as before.

———

The following morning, Spencer leaves early to go and pack a bag. There was a school trip this week - in these cabins in the woods, surrounding a vast lake. All of your year group were going and more often than not it was an opportunity to hide drink and add to the complex web of gossip that already existed. You were almost packed anyway, putting the last couple of bits in, a book for when you got bored, a notebook and a few pens, an extra outfit just in case.

He texts you to make sure he’s not forgetting anything and then you go downstairs to meet him. He drives with his hand on your leg, singing along to the throwback playlist you’d queued. He pulls into his parking space and the bus is already waiting as students file on. His friends are still hanging around outside, yelling at him to come over when they see him get out of the car.

“I think I’m going to meet my friends on the bus,” You mention as you’re walking over, feeling a little nervousness in your voice, “Is that okay?”

Spencer looks at you and smiles, “Of course it is.”

He glances at his friends momentarily and then leans in to kiss you softly - it was quick but he didn’t rush, squeezing your hand before he heads over towards the boys. One of them swings his arm over Spencer’s shoulders, saying something incoherent before glancing over at you and grinning. You make your way onto the bus and go to sit in the few seats your friends were already occupying. They ask you if the Spencer White had seriously just kissed you outside and then complain at you for not telling them sooner. They weren’t as judgy as you’d expected. More surprised. They want to know how it happened, when it happened, was he a good kisser?

Spencer and his friends all pile into the bus and stumble over each other to get to their seats. They’re loud and take up space and your friends seem to exchange a glance between each other that they’re almost hiding from you. Like they want to complain but figure you’re not the one to complain to.

Spencer sits in the seat behind you and your friend, Ant sitting in one of the seats opposite as the other boys fill in the space. Missy and Sasha walk on, taking the row behind Spencer. You realise this is the first time you’d properly seen her since you and Spencer had got together. You hadn’t thought about it enough, clearly. But when you see her sit down you feel your stomach turn a little. She’d done all of this before. With Spider. Had he done all of the same things with her? Had he taken her to the same spot to swim? Had he fallen asleep watching a film with her? Had he kissed her the same way? She might’ve been better than you were, too. She was more experienced. She knew more of what to do, probably more confident in doing it too.

“So, our boy Spider’s in for a fun trip,” Ant wiggles his brows at his friend, “Should we be expecting a pregnancy by the end of the week?”

“Fuck off Ant,” Spencer returns quickly, and it’s as if you can feel his eyes burning into the back of your head.

“Come on, I’d be a good uncle!” Ant defends.

You glance over your shoulder and see Spencer laughing at him, a bright smile on his face. He turns over to you and rolls his eyes, his smile not faltering. You feel the heat in your cheeks again.

“Spider with a kid?” Missy laughs outwardly, “He’d give up after a few months, might not even make it to the birth.”

“Yeah I think Spider could be used as an example of why contraception is a good thing,” Sasha adds.

You turn around a little, like you want to tune into the conversation. They thought so little of him.

“I wouldn’t speak so soon, our boy’s married off now,” Ant raises his hands and he looks at you with a smile like he is reminding you he means well.

Harper hits at his arm as she sits down as if hoping it would take back what he just said. She looks at you and shakes her head.

“Married off? To who?” Missy persists.

“(Y/n).”

One of the boys says it but you don’t know which one. You feel your stomach churn again and that strange sort of numbness in your body where you wish you could just disappear into the seat beneath you. You didn’t like being the centre of attention like this. And it seemed to be a new common occurrence now that you were with Spencer.

“(Y/n)?” Missy doesn’t laugh but she might as well do, like it’s the most surprising news she’s heard, “You must be joking.”

Nobody says anything at first. And you feel the urge to get up and pretend this had nothing to do with you. You could just go back to being invisible, to existing away from the conversations of these people. To no longer be a topic of their discussion.

“Why would that be a joke?”

Even when you say the words you’re convinced they haven’t come from you. Surely not. You wouldn’t say anything. You would just sit there and not say anything. But you had done. And now even more eyes seemed to be on you.

You turn around and Missy is looking at you directly. Her arms are folded, her head cocked to the side, her eyebrows raised just slightly as if she’s analysing you.

“You’re smart, right?” She shrugs, “Shouldn’t take you long to figure it out.”

You don’t say anything more, turning back to the front of the bus. Your friends look at you but dont say anything and you feel Spencer move behind you as if he’s going to say something. But he doesn’t. He sinks back into this seat and the boys carry on a conversation like nothing has happened.

———

You’re in assigned rooms for the trip. And it’s just your luck, isn’t it? You, Harper, Amerie and Missy.

“Well, this looks cosy,” Amerie says as the four of you step into the room.

It’s a typical cabin bedroom, walls of wooden slats and a roof just the same. A wooden floor decorated with an aged carpet rug that was fraying at either end. There’s a window on the far side, a single pane that looks like it could be made of plastic. It looks out over to the water, seemingly a redeemable feature of the setting. There are two bunk beds, one either side of the room, either side of the window. The mattresses are thin, the pillows even thinner, blankets folded in a square on the ends of the bed beside a rolled up towel.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding,” Missy grumbles, dropping her bag down onto one of the bed, “This can’t get any worse.”

“Yeah, it can’t,” You mumble, sitting down on the opposite mattress.

Missy looks over at you as she sits down, taking a deep breath.

“Missy, don’t start something,” Harper says quickly, glancing at you with a sympathetic furrow between her brows.

“I just-“ Missy raises her hands as if gesturing that she came in peace, “I want to know what Spider’s told you. I mean, I dated that guy. I know what he’s like. What’s changed that he’s suddenly got to you?”

“Got to me?” You frown, “What do you mean?”

“He spoke about you a lot and when i asked him about it he said you two were just friends or whatever,” She shrugs, “Like, he told you he could never imagine seeing you like that.”

“Missy,” Harper’s voice is more of a warning tone now, like she can see exactly where this is going and what’s to end up ahead of it.

“Im just saying, he used to tell me he felt sorry for you - so is that what this is? This is just him feeling really, really sorry for you?”

You feel a lump form in your throat and you can’t figure out the right way to respond. What could you say? What did she want you to say?

Before you can say anything else, there’s a knock at the door. Amerie goes over to open it, mumbling something about it being a relief that something would break the tension.

“Fucking terrible timing Spider,” She winces, stepping aside at the doorway as if opening up the room.

You look over and he’s stood there. His hair is flopping on either side of his forehead, the smile on his face faltering at the sight. You and Missy sat opposite each other, your mouth empty of any words and your eyes brimming just enough with tears that hadn’t fallen. That lump still in your throat making it feel like it was impossible to breathe.

Spider had a reputation. It was practically notorious. He was one of the Hartley boys that you were certain would never settle down. He made crude comments and bitter insults and there was no way he’d ever want a relationship. In fact, you were certain he’d never been with the same girl more than twice. That was just a rumour though. He’d spoken to girls for months, did all of that relationship stuff with them without it being a full relationship. Then he’d dated Missy. And that lasted a good few months, he even held her hand around school. He introduced her as his girlfriend, he cancelled plans to be with her. It was a proper relationship. But it ended after those few months. You were told that she ended it, but then Ant told you Spider had ended it, and Spider told you it was mutual. You didn’t ask again.

You and Spencer had been friends since the two of you were kids. Maybe friends was a stretch. You know that kid you’re just friends with because your Mums were inseparable? That kid you only saw because you could see his bedroom window from your own? He’d lived next to you since you’d been born and so you’d spent your baby years sharing baths and crawling around on the same baby mats, and then your toddler years stumbling around in the yard, learning to swim in the lake, learning to ride your bikes on the same street. Once you were both old enough to make your own decisions, that friendship had shifted. You two went into school together, but you didn’t interact much at school, and then you’d come back together too. He was in the popular group and you were far from it. You just didn’t have much in common anymore. Once he started driving, he’d drive you in every morning and make sure he got you home too. He never invited you to the popular people parties, and you never really saw him at weekends or anything, but he was always nice to you when you did see him. He’d smile at you if he passed you in the corridor but never say hi. In fact, you weren’t even sure if his friends knew your name, let alone that you’d seen Spider wet the bed when he’d had a sleepover at your house when the two of you were toddlers.

The older you grew up, the more you realised how different you and Spencer were. In fact, the more you realised how different you were to almost everyone else in your year at school. When that incest map got revealed, you were one of the names that wasn’t so much as mentioned. You’d looked at it too, searched for your name, even though you knew you wouldn’t find anything. Spider had a few lines drawn from his name then, but you knew it would be more if it was re-done now. And if they accounted for all the other people outside of school, there’d be even more.

“Spec? Are you good to go?”

Spencer cuts through your thoughts, snapping back to the reality of you being sat in the passenger seat of his car. He has one hand on the steering wheel and the other arm behind your seat ready to reverse from the parking space.

He never stopped calling you Spec. When you were younger you couldn’t say his name properly so ‘Spencer’ had morphed into ‘Spec’. And for some reason, a young Spencer had thought everyone had the same name. So you’d been Spec too. And it was still what both of you went by to each other now.

“I-“ You clear your throat, “Yeah.”

“Put your seatbelt on, your Mum would kill me,” He nods his head towards you, starting up the engine to reverse onto the street.

You oblige, clicking your seatbelt in and resting your head back against the chair, closing your eyes.

“Am I that unbearable?” He scoffs, indicating onto the road to the right.

“No, I’ve just got a headache,” You mumble, poking your eye open and glancing over at him, “You’re normally grumpy to be starting a school week again. What’s different?”

Spider shrugs, “I’m not at school yet, am I?”

“Fair point,” You hum, “How was your weekend?”

“I…” He stops to glance in the side mirror on your side of the car, indicating into the next lane, “I went to a party, got very pissed, and ended up arguing with Missy again.”

“About what this time?” You roll your eyes, drawing your knees up to your chest and resting your feet on the seat.

“She’s my ex, we’re always going to argue,” He shrugs, “I don’t even remember what started it this time, you know what it’s like.”

You scoff. Not exactly. But you wouldn’t say that. You assumed that Spider knew you never had a boyfriend or anything, mainly because it would be impossible for him to not know. But part of you thought he just assumed you’d at least been with guys - had people over, met people out, went on a few dates even. You didn’t exactly have the heart to admit that none of that had ever happened.

“Oi,” He cuts through your overthinking once again, “Get your feet off my seats.”

———

Your school day is relatively uneventful. Ant tried to start a food fight in the lunch hall and ended up just covered in food himself before getting sent to Woodsy’s office. Spider had started a rambling in your English class about how love is a stupid concept and Missy made a bitter comment about how it was because he was incapable of admitting how he felt. You never really asked him much about that whole relationship. She seemed like a nice girl and he seemed happy when he was with her. But maybe she was right, you couldn’t really imagine Spencer ever being able to talk properly about how he felt - and even if he did feel something, it seemed likely that he’d just try to suppress it.

He’s waiting by his car when you get out of your final class, swinging his keys around his index finger. His legs are crossed one over the other, his blonde locks falling in a shadow over either side of his forehead. He’s wearing a baggy green t-shirt over a long sleeved white top and cargo trousers that seem to swallow his form. Spider’s a handsome boy, and it irritates you that he knows it.

“Are you staring at me Spec?” He’s looking directly at you when you make eye contact with him, a smirk on his lips.

“Oh grow up,” You roll your eyes, dropping your bag down from your shoulder.

“God, you’re insatiable,” He wiggles his brows, taking your bag from you and tossing it into the back seats of the car.

“What ar-“

“Do you have plans?”

“No,” You respond, walking around to the other side of the car, a little apprehensive for what was coming next.

“Fancy a swim?”

You don’t say no, and not a single part of you wants to say no either. You liked this side of Spencer. You saw it more when the two of you were younger. He’d knock on your door with his bike and tell you that you were going on an adventure. The two of you would end up in the woods together for hours until you knew it was getting dark enough to mean that curfew was coming. Sometimes, he’d stop to go into the shop and buy you both snacks with the small allowance he had. It was always a can of soda and a bag of salt and vinegar chips. Always both to share.

Spider winds down the windows on both sides and hands you over the aux cable to put your playlist on. That was one thing he was always sure about. You were quieter than him, less popular, had less exciting stories to tell, didn’t really get into trouble like he did, but when it came to your music taste you would always one up him. His playlist was made up of at least 70% of songs that you’d recommended him - normally these little unknown local rock bands that you’d seen at a show, or a song you’d heard a snippet of and sent him as soon as it was released. Every so often it would be old songs that your Dad had brought you up on. And every single time, Spencer had to reluctantly admit that it was a good song, and days later you’d hear it blaring from the speakers in his room, travelling all the way across to your house. You’d text him to turn it down and he’d flip you off at the window and tell you this was your fault anyway. So, yes, the music was always your call.

Spider’s driving for a half hour before you get to the lake, and he parks up just by the trees. Both of you get out and he leads the way through, moving branches out of the way so they don’t hit you. Once you reach the clearing, the pair of you are overlooking the still water, stretching out for what seemed like miles in every direction. There’s a wooden pier on the close side that Spencer walks out onto.

“It’s probably freezing,” You point out, grimacing at the thought.

“I know,” Spencer laughs, tugging off his shoes and pulling down his trousers.

“You can’t be serious,” You feel your cheeks heat up, turning away from him.

“What? You’ve come all this way and you’re not going to get in?”

“I’ll sit on the edge,” You shrug, looking towards the tree line to avoid him as he stripped in front of you so nonchalantly, “I don’t even have a swimsuit.”

“I’m wearing my boxers, I don’t bring swim shorts everywhere with me,” He scoffs, evidently recognising your distaste towards the idea of wearing your underwear in front of him, “You can put my t-shirt on over you. I don’t mind.”

“I-“ You pause, “Well I…”

“I won’t look Spec, I’m not a perv.”

He steps forward and hangs the t-shirt over one of the wooden posts of the pier closer to you, stepping back. You glance over your shoulder to see him running towards the water, diving into the lake as if he had no fear at all. The splash sprays up far enough to reach you, specks of cold water dotting over your shoulders. Spencer lets out a noise somewhere between a yell and a yelp - shaking his head at the temperature of the water as he kicks back to get further in. He turns around to face away from you and raises his hands in some sort of gesture of peace as if reassuring you he wouldn’t look.

You shake your head, mainly at yourself. What was the big deal? You were going swimming. It wasn’t exactly a big thing. You take off your shoes, fold your trousers on top of them, fold your tank top over those, and hang your jacket up on one of the other wooden posts. Spencer’s clothes were sprawled over the pier without a care in the world. You tug his t-shirt over your body and let it hang over your thighs, the short sleeves dropping down to your elbows.

Spencer turns around in the water, his arms waving through the surface to keep him afloat, “Perfect fit,” He laughs, “Come on, no excuse now.”

“After how you screamed when you got in?” You roll your eyes, “Sounds so tempting.”

“Oh fuck off,” He shakes his head, swimming over to the edge of the pier as you sit down on the end, letting your legs dangle into the water.

He reaches his arms up towards you and you hold onto his forearms as his hands grip your waist. His eyes search for yours for approval before he helps lower you down, watching your face contort and grimace as the cold starts to hit you.

“Wait, wait, wait,” You shake your head as you fully hit the water, kicking your legs wildly beneath you as the water splashes over your shoulders.

Spencer laughs, his hands still on your waist, yours still gripping his arms tightly.

Your breath is shaky and you’re working a million miles a minute to catch up with it, looking into his laughing eyes as you get used to the temperature.

“Fucking hell, this was a stupid idea,” You grumble, finally seeming to relax.

“You’ll live,” Spencer rolls his eyes, swimming away from you and dunking his head under, curtains stuck flat against his temples when he comes back up.

You ease yourself into it, swimming a little further out to follow him.

Everything that Spider did, he just seemed to do so fearlessly. When he started his rants at school, when he said things nobody else did, he didn’t think about what the response would be, he just did it. When he started playing basketball, he was the worst one on the team and he still showed up every week. Now he was easily one of their best. Whenever you’d heard stories about him asking girls out, it was always him approaching them, asking the question and not being scared of the rejection. Though you weren’t sure anyone had ever outright rejected him yet. Maybe Amerie did, once, but you’d never asked him about that.

“So I heard something interesting at school today,” Spencer begins, turning around to face you.

“Go on.”

“You know that guy Malcolm?” He continues, a smirk tugging at his lips, “He did butt stuff with Suzie Cho.”

“Oh god, Spec, is there anything else you could’ve said to describe him?” You grimace, “Like literally anything else.”

“He did butt stuff with one of the Sarahs?” Spider shrugs, “Is that better?”

“Okay, okay, just carry on.”

“Well, apparently, Malcolm has a bit of a crush on you,” Spencer grins widely, “He was asking Ant who the chick is that I drive to school every morning.”

“Wh-“ You shake your head, “That’s probably not… I mean, he probably doesn’t like me, he might just want to know why you’re with me all the time.”

“Please, he wouldn’t be asking if he wasn’t interested,” Spider shakes his head, dots of water spraying from his hair, “So, do you want me to give him your number?”

“No!” You’re quick to respond, probably a bit too quick, “I mean, I don’t know, I barely know Malcolm.”

“What else is there to know? He likes butt stuff, he… okay yeah that’s pretty much all I know about him too, but he seems like an alright guy,” Spencer continues, “Why not give it a go? What’s stopping you?”

“I-“

Despite the cold, you can feel your cheeks heating up. Like you’re under pressure. And you’re not sure if your heart is racing in the cold or just because it’s trying to help your brain think of any response.

“Is there another guy?”

“No.”

“Are you batting for the other side?”

“Spec.”

“Valid question, no judgement here,” He raises his hands, “What then? You’ve not done butt stuff? Because seriously, there’s a first time for everything and I’m sure Malcolm’s into other stuff too or-“

“Spencer.”

He stops then.

“I haven’t…” You shake your head, “I don’t have any experience like that.”

He frowns, “What are you talking about?”

“Exactly what I said. I don’t have any experience. No relationships, no dates, I’ve never slept with a guy, I’ve not even fucking kissed a guy.”

“Wha-“ Spencer half-laughs, “Are you serious?”

“And this is why I didn’t tell you,” You roll your eyes, kicking your feet to swim away from him.

“No, wait, (Y/n)!”

You push yourself out of the water and back onto the pier, hurrying over to grab your things together. Your whole body is shivering now, the material of Spencer’s top clinging to you all over and itching at your cold skin.

“(Y/n) stop come on!” Spencer clambers out of the water behind you.

“Can we just go home, please? I shouldn’t have said anything and we should be getting back anyway and-“

“(Y/n), please,” His hand reaches out and grabs your forearm, “Just stop for a second.”

Spencer turns you around to face him, sighing as you finally seem to accept a bit of defeat.

“I didn’t mean to laugh,” He says softly, sincerely, so much so that you believe him, “I just… Im surprised, that’s all.”

“Yeah, well,” You shrug, looking down at the wet patches on the floor to avoid his eyes, “That’s why I don’t talk about it. It’s weird. I’m seventeen and I’ve never done anything romantic with a guy, haven’t had any guy be interested, not even slightly. I’ve never,” You laugh nervously over your words, “I’ve never even had to reject a guy because they’ve not even been interested in me in the first place. So yeah, I guess you have every right to be surprised.”

“No, not like that,” Spencer shakes his head, ducking just slightly to try and meet your eyes, “I just mean… I don’t know what I mean.”

You look up to him, drawing your arms around yourself as if aiming to avoid the embarrassment as much as possible. Maybe if you did it for long enough you’d just disappear in front of him, he’d forget it ever happened.

“You’re not…” He stops himself, “There’s nothing wrong with you, (Y/n)… before you start thinking that, I mean. There’s nothing wrong with you not doing anything like that, you know.”

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t always feel that way.”

“Look at you, (Y/n). Any guy would be lucky.”

You roll your eyes, “Being nice doesn’t suit you, Spec.”

He outwardly laughs, “And she’s back.”

You smile at him faintly and a small fraction of the worry in him seems to ease. He just needed to see that at least a bit of you was back. He hated the idea of you hurting, and hated even more the idea of him being the one to hurt you. He’d meant what he said. Any guy would be lucky. And the thought of you not knowing that seemed to just repeat in his head. He’d known you since the two of you knew anything, and he’d grown up with you since then. Even when he was a cunt, when he was the most hated person in school, you were always there - waiting to go home with him, eventually waiting at his car for him to drive you home. He woke up in the mornings and looked for your bedroom curtains to be open just so he could see you. He’d wave or flip you off or try to mouth something you couldn’t understand. He even found himself checking late at night sometimes that your light had gone off so that he knew you weren’t staying up late worrying yourself over something. How would any guy not want a girl like you? Spencer hadn’t given it much thought until now. He’d just assumed other people saw what he saw - he’d never considered that they hadn’t been seeing you at all.

“Can we go home?”

Spencer nods, “Yeah, let’s go.”

You both change, damply, back into your clothes, and walk back to his car. Spencer takes back his t-shirt and rings it out, throwing it into the trunk with his gym bag. You sit into the passenger seat and put your jacket beneath you to not make his seats wet. He climbs into the driver’s seat and starts going without a word. You don’t play any music this time, your mind already felt loud enough.

Within the hour, he’s parked back in front of his house and you unclip your seatbelt.

“Um,” You clear your throat, “You can give Malcolm my number… if he wants it I mean.”

Spencer looks at you and raises his brows, “Yeah, yeah, okay, if you want me to.”

“I just… I’ve never… I wouldn’t really know what…”

“Then I’ll help you,” He shrugs, “What are friends for, right? I can help you get ready for a date with him, at least.”

“Thanks Spec,” You nod, “Good night.”

“Night, (Y/n),” He says softly, watching as you get out of the car and walk the few steps towards your own house.

He sits there for a moment longer, letting you disappear before he makes any other movements. And, when he walks into his house, he smiles at the sight of the light on behind the curtains in your room, smiles even wider when he turns up his speakers to play a song you’d sent him last week. His phone pings with a text from you only moments later.

———

Malcolm asks you on a date for that Friday. You’d been speaking to him all week, like you’d actually been able to keep the conversation going for that entire week. He was funny, he was charming, he asked you questions about yourself, he was sweet. Spider had been asking you about how it was going every day, he tried to get more information out of you - what had Malcolm said? what had you responded? were you any good at flirting? had he been weird yet?

“Okay, so, it’s Friday, what’s the date plan?”

“I don’t know, Malcolm said he’d plan it,” You shrug, scrolling down your playlist to find a song.

“What?” Spencer exclaims, “You don’t know?”

“Yeah, is that weird? He just said he’d plan it.”

“No, no, it’s not weird,” He assures you, “I’m just surprised you’re so chill about not knowing what’s going on, normally you’d be stressed about things.”

“Well I’ve never been on a date before so there is no normally.”

Spencer rolls his eyes, “You know what I mean Spec, you just get worried about things quickly and I thought this would be the same. But I’m glad you’re not. So, what are you going to wear for your hot date?”

“Ew I’m not talking about that with you.”

“Oh come on,” He laughs, the corners of his eyes creasing the way they always seems to do around you, “We’ve shared a bath together (Y/n), there’s no boundaries anymore.”

“For the last time we were like two when that happened! Stop bringing it up!”

———

Spencer drives you home that night and wishes you luck at least five times before you get out of the car. He tells you to text him as soon as you’re home.

You shower, get changed at least four times, do your makeup and then wipe some of it off when you think it looks like too much. And you’re sat on your bed ready a full ten minutes before he said he’d pick you up. You hadn’t heard from Malcolm for an hour or so, but you didn’t think much of it. Maybe he was getting ready too. You notice he’d read your last message, though, and think that texting him wouldn’t cause much harm, right? What’s the policy on these things? Should you let him know that you’re ready or would that be too eager? Should you maybe double check the time, or just make sure that he definitely knows your address?

Ugh.

Maybe dating was stressful.

You spend a full ten minutes debating over whether it’s a good idea to text. Nothing wrong with a text. And then you spend another ten minutes wondering what exactly you should write, only then realising this now meant that Malcolm was late and you still hadn’t heard from him. Now should you be worried.

Okay, fuck it, just send the text.

Hey, are you on your way?

He reads it almost instantly. Can’t be on his way then.

Sorry, (Y/n), I can’t do tonight. It’s complicated, sorry again.

You feel a lump form in your throat, a twisting in your stomach, a sickness that only came from this sort of gut wrenching moment. He’d cancelled on you. Did it even count as cancelling if you had to ask him first? He didn’t even give an explanation. Was he just hoping you wouldn’t ask? Was he hoping he could just pretend like he’d never asked you out in the first place?

You feel tears bubble in your eyes and instantly hate the idea of you being sensitive about this. Was it dramatic to be upset? No, you were upset. Not just because he’d cancelled, not just because he’d been shitty about it, not just because you were actually looking forward to your first date. But because it confirmed every worry you’d implanted in yourself about this whole thing. It confirmed every time you’d been nervous and panicked and stressed that these good things would never happened to you. It reminded you of every time one of your friends got asked out and you got swiftly ignored. It reminded you of every party you’d been told about where it sounded like everyone had got with someone there. And yet you were sat at home while it had happened, telling yourself that you didn’t like parties anyway.

And so you let yourself cry, the kind of cry that shakes your shoulders and lets mascara run down your cheeks. The cry that releases the tension in your chest and untwists the knot in your stomach.

—

Spencer didn’t want to text you whilst you were in your date. He’d told you to have a good time, he’d told you to text him if you needed anything. He should leave you to it. But your bedroom light was still on. You always turned it off before you left, it was ritual. In fact, you’d even hurry back inside to make sure it was off.

He hadn’t heard a car outside, either. Had Malcolm not picked you up?

He felt the worry spiral inside of him. Maybe he should just text. It would be easy, right? Just a quick text to make sure the date was going okay.

How’s the hot date going?

He stands at his window as if hoping to see no signs of movement on the other side. Please, God, tell me he hasn’t cancelled, he thought.

Does it count as a hot date if he doesn’t show up?

He feels his stomach drop, a pit forming at the thought of anyone thinking it would be a good idea to cancel on you. What was wrong with this boy?

Without a second thought, he’s running out of his room and practically tripping over his own feet to get down to the front door as soon as he can. He opens it at the same moment that you open yours, both of you stood across the driveway from each other. You’re still dressed in your outfit for the date, a blue sundress with tiny yellow flowers. Your makeup has been stripped off and it seems a million tears have ran down your cheeks and yet you still try to force yourself to smile at him when you see him.

“(Y/n),” Spencer practically sighs over the word, like he can’t think of anything right to say in the moment.

He crosses over the few metres between you and wraps his arms around you, holding you against his chest.

“He’s a fucking cunt, okay?” He mumbles into you, one hand holding your head and smoothing over your hair, “He’s a fucking asshole, this isn’t you, okay?”

You step away from him and wipe under your eyes, “I’m being stupid, I know. It was only a first date, I don’t know why I thought-“

“No, no, you’re not doing that,” Spider shakes his head, “This isn’t your fault. And you’re allowed to be upset. He’s a cunt. Do you understand me?”

You laugh a little, “Thanks, Spec.”

“I-“ He scans you as if he wants to check you’re okay, looking for signs that he’d made anything better, “Come on, come round and watch a film at mine. We can order food. I don’t want you to be on your own.”

“No, come on Spider, you don’t have to do that-“

“I don’t have to do it,” He interrupts, resting a hand on your back, “Come on.”

His hand remains there as the two of you walk over, barefoot on the concrete between the two houses. His Mum is downstairs when you walk in, watching something on the TV in the lounge.

“Spencer?” She looks over the back of the couch when he walks in, “What are you- Oh! (Y/n)! What are you doing here?”

“We’re just going to watch a film, Mum,” Spencer speaks through a clenched jaw.

“Oh I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages!” She hops up from the sofa and hurries over, “You look pretty! I love this dress!”

“Oh, yeah, thank you,” You smile politely, glancing over to Spencer as if you’re not sure what to say.

“I’ll order us some pizza,” Spencer nods, his thumb brushing over the skin of your back before he lets his hand drop.

“Yeah, okay, yeah, I’ll have a-“

“I know.”

He smiles as he walks away, leaving you in the company of his mother. You’d known her all your life but that wasn’t to say you were her biggest fan. She’d always treated you like the daughter she never had. In fact, sometimes it seemed like she cared more about you than she did her own son. She repeatedly told your own Mum that she wished she’d had a daughter. You knew her and Spencer didn’t have the best relationship but he never spoke about it much. Whenever you’d seen him with her, he was always polite but you knew he’d argue with her at home. Sometimes you could hear them yelling from across the way and then you’d hear him return to his room and slam the door.

“I didn’t know you two were… hanging out,” She says suggestively, “Is there something me and your Mum should know?”

“Oh, no,” You half-laugh, shaking your head, “I just… No, I mean we’ve always been friends.”

“Oh of course you have, but I think you were half this height when you last came round to the house like this,” She chuckles, “Just be careful with him, you know what boys can be like.”

You’re thankful when Spencer rounds the corner back into the hallway.

“Pizza’s on the way,” He says, “Want to go upstairs?”

“Yeah,” You let out a sigh of relief through the word, “It was nice to see you Cait, I’m sure Mum will have you over soon.”

You follow Spencer’s steps up the stairs and into his room, where you’d once played games of Prince and Princess, or ones where you pretended to be soldiers or spies or superheroes. Where you’d once brought round your toys and swapped them with his. You can see your own window from the view through his just before he closes the curtains and it somehow eases a bit of the anxiety in your chest. He’d always been here.

———

The pizza arrives twenty minutes after and Spencer goes down to get it, leaving you sat on the edge of his bed in your dress. You felt overdressed and uncomfortable and it felt too tight on your skin when you thought about it too much.

“And dinner is served!” He smiles as he comes back into the room, “What’s wrong?”

“Um,” You look up and return his smile, “Any chance I could… I mean, do you have a… Can I borrow a top to wear?”

He laughs, “Yeah get pizza sauce down one of my tops instead of your dress,” He jokes, “Take whichever one, I won’t look.”

You flick through a few in his closet and then reach for one of the white ones, a graphic flower print on the back. A man of his word, Spencer faces the wall as you change, the dress pooling on the floor by your feet as you fit his t-shirt over your matching underwear set.

“Okay, done.”

He turns back around.

There was something about it. You in his clothes. Spencer felt like the blood had just rushed out of his head. Like his heart had forgotten to take a beat.

“Alright, I’ll find us a film to watch.”

He puts on Superbad and you both chat the whole way through it. He quotes it every so often because you were certain he’d seen this film more times than he could count. You both eat your pizza and he steals a slice of yours. He gets tomato sauce on his cheek and you laugh at him until he tells you to wipe it off. He tells you that he used to be scared of seeing a monster in his closet when he was a kid and he’d once tried to pull the doors off to stop them from being able to hide. You tell him you already knew that. You tell him that you wanted to be a vet when you were a kid and he reminds you that you once tried to do surgery on one of his teddy bears and ended up ripping the ear off. He still had that bear.

Eventually, the two of you are laying back on his bed watching the second film of the night. Your choice this time. 10 things I hate about you.

Somewhere in the progress of the night, Spencer found it impossible to take his eyes off of you. You were laying on the pillow next to him with your hand resting on your stomach with the other one down at the side beside him, your head angled towards him to see the screen. You laugh at something that one of them had said and he realises he hasn’t been paying attention to the entire thing. His hand falls down by his side and he feels it involuntarily inching just slightly closer to you. He felt like a kid again. His childhood crush in bed beside him and he felt like he had no idea of what move to make next.

And then it’s there. His fingertips brush against one of your hands. You flinch just slightly but you don’t pull away. And he laces his fingers with yours quickly before he overthinks it enough to regret it. You don’t pull away. You don’t want to. The contact seems to shoot a bolt of electricity through you, glancing to him to see him looking right back at you. He lets out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding. His lips curl up into a small smile and he watches as you shuffle closer to him, his hand slipping out of yours to instead wrap around your back as your head rests on his chest, hair splaying. His heart is pounding underneath your head but neither of you say a word, both turning your focus back to the screen. He could feel the blood coursing through him, trying to relax into your touch despite how nervous he felt.

Had he always felt like this? Had he always been waiting on you? He couldn’t think. You’d just always been there. He looked forward to the mornings when he’d see you again. He looked forward to the end of the day when he’d go back to you. He looked to make you laugh, to make you smile, to make you feel better, to keep you safe. And you’d always felt like you were something that nobody else could ruin. You were in his life from the moment he could remember and he couldn’t imagine being at a point in his life where you weren’t there.

When he looks back down to you, your breathing has steadied and your eyes have fluttered closed against him, fast asleep against the rise and fall of his chest.

He brings a hand up and brushes your hair away from your face, fingers delicate to not disturb you.

Oh god, was he in love?

———

You wake up early the following morning, Spencer asleep beneath you, your head still on his chest. The sunlight is spilling through from the slight gap between his curtains.

“Wh-“ You mumble to nobody but yourself, propping yourself up onto your elbow as if you’re trying to assess the situation.

Spencer groans and his arm tightens around you as if he instinctively wants to check that you’re still there.

“What time is it?” Spencer mumbles through tired lips, his eyes still shut.

“I-“ You clear your throat, “I don’t know. I should probably get back.”

You scramble to get off of the bed, looking around the room for your shoes and your dress as if this was a one night stand you wanted to escape.

“Woah, woah, woah,” He groans as he’s forcing himself to wake up, “What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry about last night, I shouldn’t have… and we shouldn’t… I don’t expect…”

“What are you talking about?” He half laughs, propping himself up on his elbows, blinking away from the sleep from his eyes to let you come into focus.

“I just… I don’t want you to think that I thought anything of last night,” You breathe out, “I totally get it, I was upset and you were being a good friend and-“

“(Y/n),” Spencer gets up from the bed and steps forward so that he’s standing directly in front of you, “I don’t think that.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, looking up at him like he wasn’t the boy you’d always known.

“What I do think…” He takes a breath this time as if he’s trying to suppress his own nerves, “Is that we had our first date last night.”

“First date?” You half laugh, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks and that same bolt of electricity as his hand reaches out to lock with yours.

“Well, there was food, and a movie… two movies actually,” He points out, lifting up his other hand to brush your hair away from your face, “You even stayed the night. That sounds like almost a full date to me.”

“Almost?” You half-whisper, like you’re worried something’s going to ruin the moment, “What’s missing?”

“This.”

He shifts his hand to cup your cheek, his thumb shaping around your jaw to bring your lips to his, soft and yet somehow so certain of themselves. This was the first time anyone’s lips had been on yours, the first time you knew what it felt like to be kissed. And your heart seemed to soar at the idea of Spencer being the one to show you.

When he pulls away, his forehead rests against yours like he is desperate to hold onto some contact, like he can’t imagine being apart from you.

“I-“ You swallow the lump in your throat, “You…”

Spencer’s lips curl into a soft smile, “I’d say that’s a pretty good first date.”

———————

But when one of the older boys pushed you into the dirt one day, with your new dress, which he knew was new because he's never seen you wear it before and you told him so and were so happy about it, it was over. He didn't care that the boy was older than him, and slightly taller, he threw himself at the boy and a fight broke loose. The teacher pulled them apart. Stu was dirty but he didn't care. All he cared for was you. So once the teacher's were done with their chiding he ran to look for you. He didn't have to go very far as you were waiting for him. He thought you would snap at him but you gave him the biggest hug you could. Stu didn't know it yet but his heart skipped a beat and would do so ever since when you hugged him. Ever since then the two of you have been inseparable. He still annoyed you during classes but now you knew that he didn't mean bad by it and always had a smart comeback to his weird questions. No one could come between the two of you. 

Or so you thought. Once you two entered middle school Stu met a new friend. His name was Billy. Suddenly Stu spent every minute with him. You hated it. You tried confronting Stu but he said that you made stuff up. Of course it hurt but maybe he was right? You gave him some space, which seemed to work in your favour as you made some other friends along the way. Girl friends, which you really didn't have before. Stu hated to see that. He was supposed to be your best friend. Suddenly he kept inviting you over again, so much so that you didn't spend so much time with your girl friends anymore. You tried to make time for them but it wasn't nearly enough. Most of them didn't want to hang out with you anymore. The only real girl friend you had was Tatum. She had a lot of friends so she never minded when you didn't have time, but she was also happy when you did. 

The other down side with Stu inviting you over again was that Billy was there as well. You still didn't like him the first few times you came around. It wasn't like he was unfriendly or anything, just the fact that he stole your best friend. Stu must have talked to Billy cause the boy always made sure to be at his best behaviour around you. Making sure you started to like him. You don't really remember how it happened but suddenly it wasn't just you and Stu anymore but you, Stu and Billy. You really grew fond of Billy, you even developed a little crush on the boy at one point. Of course you never told him or Stu, for many reasons. One because you knew he didn't feel the same and two Stu would make fun of you. You also didn't want to ruin your little friend group. So you ignored it, which worked very well.

Until the summer before you guys started High School. You guys were 15 and at the Lake in the woods. You had bought a new bikini for the occasion. Stu's eyes widened as you took off your summer dress to reveal the new swimwear you bought. He was checking you out, and when he noticed his swim trunks getting tighter, he jumped into the lake immediately. He didn't care that it was cold as hell, on the contrary it helped him. When he came back up to the surface he heard your laugh and gave you his usual wide grin in return. He also noticed Billy checking you out, more subtle than him. He felt a little jealous but shook his head. That was silly. 

You guys had an amazing day at the lake, several water fights and dunking each other, the previous thoughts all gone. It was late but the sun was still up. You were dry again and laughing with your boys. You don't know how it came up but they were telling you about their first kisses. To be honest you felt a little jealous but you thought that was because you didn't have your first kiss yet. It was a little embarrassing really, though you knew there was nothing wrong with it but you kind of felt left out of a secret club, that your best friends already joined without you. You had gotten really quiet as Stu tells the story of how he had "a real makeout session" with Stacy from your Math class. Billy noticed your lack of attention and nudged you softly, asking you what's wrong with you. That also got Stu's attention. Your face grew hot as now both Stu and Billy were looking at you. You averted your gaze and told them that you didn't have your first kiss yet. Billy shrugged his shoulders.

"That's not that bad. It's not like it's a big deal." 

But that didn't really convince you. 

"If it bothers you so much one of us could kiss ya." That got your attention and you looked at Stu. 

"You are making fun of me!" 

"Babes you know I would never!"

You just raise an eyebrow at that. 

"Fine I do. But not right now. I am dead serious! Cross my heart!" He was doing the cross over his heart trying to look serious, but his eyes were full of mischief. You looked over to Billy. 

"I mean… he is not wrong. If you really wanna."

That took you even more by surprise. You thought Billy would try to talk Stu out of it but you were wrong. He was also thinking this idea was great. You contemplated it. What would be the harm right? It's just a kiss. It's not like that would change anything. Right? Right. 

"Alright."

"Really?" Stu asked, his face lit up like a childs on christmas. 

"Yeah. I mean it's just a kiss right?"

"Yeah nothing special about it." Billy said.

"So who do you want to be your first?" Stu wiggled his eyebrows. 

Your face grew hot again. Of course they were both attractive. And you had a crush on Billy once. But Stu was your best friend, you knew him longer. This gave you anxiety already. You didn't want it to be awkward with either one of them. But you also wanted this to be over. And who knows how much longer you'd have to go without kissing. You didn't want to be a bloody amateur when you got your first boyfriend.

So you decided. You stood up only to sit down right in front of Stu, who gave you a big smile. Little did you know that jealousy bubbled up in Billy at that. Though he didn't know who he was more jealous of, you or Stu. He shook his head.

"What do I do with my hands?"

"Whatever you want. You can put them around my neck or one on my face. Or you can just leave them at your side. Though that would be kinda awkward."

You nodded and so you shyly put your hands on Stu's shoulders, softly gripping them.

Your nerves were acting up as Stu slowly scooted a little closer and his face was inches from your own. You closed your eyes as you felt your lips connect. His lips were a little chapped but it didn't feel unpleasant. Then he started to move his lips, you tried to copy his movements. It wasn't perfect by any means, even a little sloppy, but you actually enjoyed yourself. You were clinging to Stu as he somehow managed to slip his tongue into your mouth and you let out a little squeak, feeling Stu grin against your lips. All too soon he broke the kiss. With your eyes still closed you tried to follow his lips. Stu let out a chuckle at that and you could hear Billy clear his throat. That snapped you out of your little trance, your face incredibly hot. You looked over to Billy.

"Wanna show me what you learned?" 

Your eyes widened a little at that but you nodded nonetheless. He switched places with Stu real quick, Stu taking off his hands from your hips which you didn't even know were there. You already missed them. But they were replaced with Billy's. A little smaller than Stu's, but just as pleasantly warm. You wrapped your arms around his neck and Billy grinned, squeezing your hips a little.

"Ready?"

You nodded, smiling. Closing your eyes again as he closed the space between you two and his lips met yours. His lips were softer than Stu's, the kiss already feeling different than Stu's too. Less sloppy, as if Billy really knew what he was doing. He was easily dominating that kiss. You could really get used to kissing them. Scraping together every ounce of confidence you had you let your tongue slip inside his mouth, teasing his tongue with yours, just like you felt Stu do to you just moments ago. You could feel Billy letting out a soft sigh. Unbeknownst to you Stu was watching you two like a hawk. He wished he could join the two of you. You were getting a little lost in the feeling, your heart beating out of your chest. But Billy decided that this was long enough and broke the kiss. Your eyes fluttered open and you looked at Billy, his eyes never sucked you in more.

"I think you will be good now."

"Yeah, your future boyfriend will be really lucky." There was a slight edge to Stu's voice. But you couldn't figure out why. 

After that, conversation resumed as normal and you were convinced that was the end of that. And it was. Nothing seemed to have changed and after the summer you guys went to highschool. Still the best of friends. Both Billy and Stu started dating a few girls here and there during that time. And even you went on a few dates but you were never really in love with them. They always seemed to have a problem with how close you were with Billy and Stu. More often than not they cheered you up after another guy dumped you. You were very grateful for that. You of course were there for them too. Stu being dumped by Casey Becker was really hard on him. You had a sleepover with him the whole weekend, with Billy showing up as well in the middle of the night. As much as Stu was upset it was one of the best weekends in a long time. You guys were watching movies all night, stuffing your face with Junk Food and sweets, and talking a lot. It felt like you grew closer to them again. While you guys were sleeping you were squished between them, Stu in front of you and Billy pressed against your back. It made you feel all warm inside and you realised that you might be feeling more for your best friends than you were supposed to. You knew nothing would happen so you were just happy with what you've got.

Now it was your 18th Birthday. Initially you just wanted a chill day, maybe going to eat some pizza with your boys but Stu had a different idea. And so you were at his house, which was full of people. You were convinced Stu invited the whole school. Both Billy's and Stu's 18th birthdays were a few months ago but they didn't have this big of a party, you think. You were making your way to the couch, people wishing you a happy birthday left and right. Finally you could join Tatum and Sydney on the sofa letting out a big sigh.

"Stu really went all out for you huh?"

"Yeah. I think it's a bit much but I couldn't say no to him when he looked at me with his big puppy eyes and his stupid grin."

"So when are you going to tell him you are in love with him?"

You choked on your own saliva at that. 

"I am not in love with him."

"Sure, keep telling yourself that."

"You know I am pretty sure you are not supposed to tease the birthday girl on her birthday."

Tatum rolled her eyes playfully. 

"Whatever."

You continued talking with the two girls when suddenly Stu plopped down next to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

"You having fun, pretty girl?"

You gave him a soft smile.

"Yeah. Thanks again for the party. But you know I would have been fine with it just being a chill night with you guys and some drinks maybe and a cake. By the way, why is there no cake?" You were pouting a little. The cake was always the best thing about birthdays.

Stu laughed at that.

"Don't worry. Billy is bringing the cake. And no he didn't bake it. That would go horribly." You giggled and softly hit his chest.

"I think you are confusing his baking abilities with your own."

He looked at you in fake shock.

"I am a fantastic baker, just so you know."

"Mhmh yeah and that time you let the cookies burn that were supposed to be sold at the baking sale two years ago was totally intentional."

"Totally!" You two laughed again.

A few moments later Billy came in with the cake. They lit the candles and everyone began to sing Happy Birthday to you. You hated every second of it, not knowing what to do with yourself besides standing there. Both Billy and Stu grinning, they knew you hated this kind of attention on yourself. You were relieved when you finally could blow out the candle and everyone got a piece of cake, including you. 

Billy came over to you, hugging you close. 

"Happy Birthday sweetheart."

"Thanks Billy." You always enjoyed his hugs. Other than Stu, Billy wasn't much of a hugger, so his hugs were a tad more special. Not that you disliked Stu's hugs though. Speaking of Stu, he couldn't stand being left out and so he wrapped you and Billy in a big bear hug.

"I love you guys so much!"

"How much did you have to drink already?" You were giggling. Billy, not so amused, nudged Stu rather harshly with his elbow, so Stu let go of you. 

After finishing your cake, and drinking another beer, you went dancing with your girl friends. You weren't much of a dancer usually but it's your birthday and maybe you should let a little loose here and there. So that's what you did. Soon after you felt a pair of hands on your hips, pulling you close to a hard chest. You were about to tell the person off but you recognised Stu's cologne instantly. Relaxing, you continued dancing. Getting bolder you started to dance more suggestively, swaying your hips more, going down almost to your knees and back up. When you were back up, Stu turned you around. Your arms flew around his neck, smiling up at him. You couldn't quite pin the look in his eyes but you didn't care. You craved his lips on yours. Your eyes flicked down to them and you could see them forming a lazy grin, his tongue poking out to wet them. You were mesmerised by the movement, your own lips parting slightly, making Stu's eyes flick down to then. His eyes became more hooded and his face inched closer. Your eyes were fluttering close, his breath fanning over your face, the smell of beer, which you would normally find disgusting was invading your senses paired with Stu's own intoxicating smell. The anticipation was slowly killing you. You could already feel his lips brush yours when suddenly Stu was janked back making you stumble.

You blinked your eyes open and saw him with a group of guys hollering and throwing shots back. You let out a huff, disappointment settling in. Without looking at him again you pushed past the group and went into the kitchen to get another drink. In the kitchen you found some people making out, blocking you from the counter with the drinks. Groaning, you took a bottle of water and went back to the living room. You could see Stu, he was still with the same group of guys, laughing and dancing. You just shook your head, plopping down on the couch. Your sour mood didn't last long as some Tatum pulled you up by the arms again and started dancing with you. The little incident between you and Stu soon forgotten

Some time around 1 o'clock in the morning when the last person left, you were helping Stu clean up. Billy was also there though really you were the only one cleaning up. The two boys were on the couch talking quietly amongst each other. After you finished the kitchen, you decided that the rest could be done tomorrow. Well technically today. 

You plopped down between them, not noticing the look they shared. 

"You had a great time today?" It was Billy asking you.

You nodded, smiling.

"I normally don't like big parties like that."

"But?" It was Stu's turn to ask.

"But … this was amazing. Thank you again." You put your palm against Stu's cheek, smiling softly at him. Realising how close you were to him, it reminded you of the situation earlier, making your face heat up. You had to look away, opting to look over at Billy. Which was a mistake. He gave you the same intense look you had seen on Stu earlier. You cleared your throat a little, looking away. You felt two fingers softly gripping your chin, turning your face towards Billy again, who was so much closer to you now. Your breath got caught in your throat. You were about to ask him what's wrong but before you could even form one word, Billy's lips were on you, soft yet firm. You were shocked but not in a bad way. Your eyes fluttered close and you were melting against Billy. Completely forgetting that Stu was right behind you. Billy's lips moved against yours with determination, his tongue slipping inside your mouth soon after. You were so lost in the kiss that you at first didn't notice that Stu began to pepper your neck with kisses. Only when he started to suck a mark onto your soft skin did you realise, letting out a breathy moan, leaning against Stu now.

Billy parted from you, making you almost whine. He grinned at that,  taking a quick look at you. Your eyes were closed, now biting your lip as Stu still worked on the one side of your neck. Your eyebrows were pulled together in pleasure. You felt like your heart was beating out of your chest, even more so when Billy began to kiss the other side of your neck. One of Stu's hands creeping you to one of your boobs, groping and squeezing the soft flesh. A breathy moan left you. The both of them were driving you wild. You were gripping at Billy's shirt, making him bite into your neck. One of his hands was working on your pants, slipping a hand inside of them once it was opened. His hand dipped into your panties and he let out a pleased hum.

"My my, already drenched and we barely did anything to you yet sweetheart. 'S that all for us?" Billy spoke against your neck, leaving goosebumps. 

You quickly nodded your head, a breathy "Yes" left your lips. You could feel Stu grinning against your neck. 

Billy slowly dragged a finger through your wet folds, making you squirm in Stu's grip. After a little more of this teasing, having coated his fingers in your juice, Billy slipped one of his fingers inside of your dripping hole. Your mouth opened in a silent moan,  Stu's hand grabbing your boob harder. Billy began to slowly fuck you open with his finger. Your head fell against Stu, one arm behind you, around Stu's neck, gripping him at the nape of his neck, the other hand still fisting Billy's shirt. You tried to muffle your moans, which soon flew out of the window as Billy added a second finger soon after. You had sex before but those guys never fingered you. Heck even the sex with them was nothing compared to what Billy could do to you with his two fingers. You wondered, if this is how good his fingers could make you feel, how amazing must it feel to be really fucked by him. 

Billy's intense gaze never left your face as he fucked you with his fingers, his pants were growing tighter by the minute, he knew Stu was in much the same position. Billy started scissoring his fingers, his thumb soon joining in to play with your clit. You started withering, but lucky for you and Billy, Stu had a tight grip on you. He had resumed sucking hickey's onto your neck. 

"I always knew you were tight. But fuck this is even better than I imagined. Can't wait to stuff you full with my dick." 

Billy's words only made you more wet, if that was even possible. Even with your pants still on you could hear the squelching sound your pussy made, feeling Stu's hard dick press into your lower back told you he liked what he was hearing too. Your skin felt so hot, one could think you had a fever, a soft sheen of sweat on your forehead and your cleavage formed. Stu wanted nothing more than to lick it off of the swell of your boobs. 

Suddenly Billy removed his fingers, making you whine in protest. Both boys chuckled at that. 

"What's the problem, pretty girl?" Stu's tone was mocking, but it only made you hornier. You didn't dare speak.

"Cat's got your tongue?" Billy's voice didn't sound any less taunting. You looked at them both pleadingly. Billy pulled his hand out of your pants, ready to lick his fingers clean, but Stu stopped him, gripping Billy's wrist. Stu leaned forward and closed his mouth around Billy's fingers, holding eye contact with the other one. Billy let out an audible breath through his nose. Your mouth dropped open as you watched the two. It made you realise that this was definitely not the first time these two have fooled around. You felt a bit honoured that they felt comfortable enough to show you this. Once Stu seemed satisfied he popped Billy's fingers out of his mouth, making a show of licking his lips. 

"Delicious." He kept grinning. Billy gave you a quick glance, before his eyes locked back onto Stu. He gripped the boy's shirt and pulled him closer, making you fall a little to the side, as their lips connected. You could see that it was all tongues and teeth, both of them groaning. Billy could taste you on Stu's tongue and it was driving him crazy. They parted and you could see a string of saliva connecting them. They grinned at each other, then their gaze turned back to you, making you feel even hotter than before. Their look was almost predatory, making you gulp. In a matter of seconds they removed your clothes and you were back against Stu's chest, sitting almost at the edge of the couch. Billy was sitting in front of you, having a perfect view at your glistening folds. 

"Damn, Stu wish you could see this. Most perfect little pussy I have ever seen." Billy couldn't take his eyes off of it. You were squirming under Billy's gaze.

"Please Billy."

"Did ya hear that Billy? I think our precious girl wants something." You looked up at Stu, pleading with your eyes.

"I did hear. Though I am not sure what exactly it is that you want. Tell us Princess. Don't be shy."

"Yeah, don't be shy now."

You swallowed, grabbing onto every ounce of confidence and self control you still owned. 

"Could you please put your mouth on my pussy Billy?" Your voice came out weaker than anticipated. You were afraid he didn't hear you, making you repeat yourself. But he did.

"Aw, of course, pretty girl. Can't leave the birthday girl hanging now, can I?"

You shook your head fast. Billy gave you one last grin, before diving in. Your hands gripped onto his hair in seconds. You always knew his mouth was good but this exceeded your expectations. You didn't care if your moans sounded pathetic, you only knew how good it felt having Billy suck on your clit, having two of his fingers in your pussy again. You were basically grinding against him, one of his hands squeezing your thigh. That would definitely leave a bruise you were sure, but you didn't mind in the slightest. Stu turned your face to the side so he could kiss you. Moaning against his lips as you could feel Billy switching it up, his thumb now rubbing your clit as his tongue was deep inside of you. 

Stu on the other hand was kissing you like his life depended on it. There was nothing of the uncertainty he had when you guys first shared your first kiss. But still sloppy, in a different kind of way. His tongue was massaging yours, one of his hands on your boobs again, toying with your nipples. He was biting your lip, almost drawing blood, making you squeal. 

Billy was looking up, groaning at seeing the two of you kiss. Your grip on his hair getting tighter by the second and he could feel your gummy walls clamping around his tongue. He began to lick and suck at your harsher. He desperately wanted to see you fall apart for him and Stu. You had to part from Stu with a gasp, breathing in deep. Stu pulled at your bottom lip. Your eyebrows were creased together. You were so close. Looking down at Billy you swore his eyes were glinting. He knew you were going to come, you could tell. Your lips were swollen, from the kiss with Stu, who was still playing with your nipples. Pulling and squeezing and twisting, the pain of it so pleasurable. This, paired with Billy's relentless mouth on your dripping pussy, seriously you were sure you would be dripping on the floor, wouldn't it be for Billy sucking it all up, were enough to send you flying over the edge. A high pitched moan left your lips, your thighs clamping around Billy's head, your hips lifting off of the edge of the sofa as your orgasm crashed through you. It has never felt so intense before. Stu was holding you close as Billy helped you ride out every last drop of your pleasure. 

Stu softly pecked the side of your head when you finally calmed down. Billy didn't waste a drop of your juice and you had to push his head away from you, releasing him from between your thighs. His chin and lips were wet from your arousal. His eyes almost black. He made a show of licking his lips and you could feel Stu shuffling behind you. 

Billy was the first to speak. "You ok sweetheart?"

You nodded. "I'm fucking fantastic." He gave you a cheeky grin. 

"Do you wanna continue orrrrr…" Stu spoke up behind you.

You chuckled breathless. "Definitely continue." 

Billy stood up helping you stand up on shaky legs. He gave you a cheeky grin at that, making you swat his chest, giggling. 

When Stu stood up he didn't waste a second to throw you over his shoulder, giving your ass a slap, groping it right after. He made his way up the stars, Billy right behind the two of you. 

Inside the room, Stu threw you onto the bed, making you bounce. Both of the boys looking at your boobs. You almost wanted to cover up from their intense staring. Stu was the first to snap out of it, removing his clothes, almost tripping as he took off his pants. His erection slapping against his lower stomach. You moaned quietly at the sight, biting your lip. The tip was a deep pink, already leaking precum, there was a slight curve upwards. He was definitely longer than your previous boyfriends and just a tad bit girthier. 

"Like what ya seeing babe?" He gave you a grin, but you couldn't see any of his usual silliness shine through. All you could see in his eyes was hunger. And you were pretty sure you were his next meal. He came stalking over to you, taking both your ankles into his hand he pulled you closer to him, making you lie down on your back in the process. As he crawled over you, you wrapped your legs around him, making him feel your wet heat on his throbbing dick. 

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." He was almost growling.

"Then let's not waste any more time, yeah?" Your voice was dripping with excitement. Stu gave you a quick but forceful peck before lining up with your heat. He was rubbing his tip between your folds. Both of you were mesmerising as he slowly pushed inside of you. The both of you are moaning in unison. 

"Fuck Billy's right. 'S the most perfect little pussy. Shit you're grippn me so tight."

"Stu please move."

You were trying to rock against him but he was gripping your hips so hard there would definitely be handprint bruises. No chance of moving. 

"Shit wait a sec babe, don't wanna bust too soon. You feel so good around me."

You could hear a scoff behind you. Craning your neck you could see Billy standing on the other side of the bed. Naked. Your eyes immediately go to his dick. He was definitely girthier than Stu, not as long tho. His tip also a bit darker than Stu's. 

"What are you a fucking virgin Stu?" Billy was teasing.

"Shut up man, you wouldn't be able to control yourself either." 

With that Stu began to almost pull out entirely making you whine, which soon turned into a loud moan as he snapped his hips back into yours, sending you moving along the bed. Your head getting closer to Billy's dick as he was still standing on the edge on the other side. Stu's pace was relentless, reaching so deep inside you, you swear you could almost feel him inside your throat. He didn't hold back with his moans either. Ever the vocal type no matter what. You didn't mind though, it let you know that he was enjoying himself. Billy shuffled a little closer, gripping his dick. You were already salivating at the thought of having him inside your mouth. He twirled his tip on your lips, coating them in his precum. 

"Open up sweetheart."

You didn't need to be told twice, open your mouth eagerly. Billy gave an appreciative hum as he slowly slid into your mouth. You were gagging a little but still wanted more. 

Stu was still snapping into you, watching as you swallowed Billy's cock. 

"Damn you really are an eager little slut huh?"

Stu's speech was slightly slurred, completely drunk on your pussy. Billy was slowly fucking your mouth, tears were welling up in your eyes. You were loving every second of this. His hands gripped your boobs, squeezing them, using them as leverage too. They were making you see stars, especially when Billy pushed himself all the way in, holding you there for a few seconds. Stu groaned seeing your throat swell around Billy's dick. He couldn help but touch it. Then Billy pulled out, letting you take a breath. You were gagging, tears streaming out of your eyes. Once you inhaled enough air again you pulled Billy back in, eagerly taking him back into your mouth. Bobbing your head best you could in this position, sucking on the tip every time you came up. Stu started to rub circles on your clit, making you clamp down on him.

He let out a breathy "Fuck." You were growing closer by the second. You could tell by Stu's sloppy thrusts that he was nearing his end too. Billy started to throb inside your mouth. He was ready to pull out and came all over your tits but you had a different plan. Pulling him back in. Billy groaned at your eagerness, coming down your throat almost instantly. You swallowed everything eagerly. Then he pulled out, with a satisfied hum. He softly strokes your cheek, bending down to give you a peck. Then he left to go get everyone some water to drink.

Stu gripped your cheeks, squeezing them and kissing you hungrily, still drilling into you. You were whimpering, so close now. He was still rubbing your clit and your legs began to shake and you came, with a high pitched scream. With a loud groan Stu followed right behind you and came deep inside of you. Riding out both of your orgasms, your legs still shaking. He came to a halt, dropping on top of you, making all air leave your lungs. You had half a mind telling him to get off, but it was actually nice to have his weight on top of you. You wrapped your arms around him, softly scratching his back. He was letting out satisfied hums.

"Am I interrupting?"

You hadn't noticed Billy entering the room again. His voice had an edge to it. 

"Don't be silly. Come here."

Your voice, a little scratchy, was still soft when saying this. 

He let out a huff but still came over to the bed. Stu finally moved, pulling out of you and laying down beside you. Billy took his place on your other side, giving you an open water bottle that you could drink. You gave him a thankful kiss and you could swear he was actually blushing a little at this, like he hasn't just eaten you out like a starved man and fucked your throat moments ago. You were gulping down the water while Billy cleaned you up between your legs with a rag. Once he was done he threw it to the side not caring where it landed really.

You were snuggling up to him, Stu close behind you, enjoying the comfort of the post orgasmic bliss. You closed your eyes, very tired now. You guys should talk about what just happened and what it meant for your friendship but you were too tired. 

You were almost asleep when suddenly Stu jolted upward. "Oh!"

"Shit! What?!"

You almost had a heart attack. 

"We forgot to give you your birthday present!I'll be right back!"

With that he was out of the bed walking downstairs to get your present. 

"Is he serious now? That could have waited till morning"

You dropped your head onto Billy's chest.

Billy just shrugged. 

Stu came back in with a big smile on his face, jumping onto the bed.

You were sitting up, the blanket dropping into your lap. Revealing your chest, distracting Stu again. You giggled and gently lifted his head again.

"Concentrate Stu."

"Right, sorry. They are just -" He made a motion with his hands towards your boobs.

You rolled your eyes playfully. 

"He is not wrong, you know?"

You giggled.

Stu gave you a little box adorned with a bow.

"You didn't have to get me anything you know that right?"

"Oh we know."

"Yeah but we wanted to. So just enjoy it and say thank you." Billy nudged you. 

You gave them both a kiss. "Thank you."

Smiling softly you opened the box, revealing a delicate bracelet with two charms on it. 

"Get it? The charms represent Billy and me!" Stu was so excited. 

"That is so sweet!" You were  touched. 

"I knew you'd like it!" Stu threw an arm around your shoulder. 

"See? This is me and this is Billy."

He pointed to the little headphones first. It was rare to see him without them and his cd player these days. Then he pointed at the little knife, with a drop of gemstone blood in it. Definitely Billy. He was obsessed with horror stuff.

"It is perfect. Thank you so much."

And you meant it. Billy put it on for you and you looked at it adoringly. You put your arm down and looked at them both happily. 

"Soooooooo…"

"So?"

"I mean I guess I just wanna know what this means for our friendship?"

"Well we should upgrade it."

"To what?"

"A relationship. Duh." Stu said it like it was the most obvious thing.

"You sure?"

"Sweetheart, we've wanted you for ages."

You looked at Billy like he grew a second head.

"You did?!"

"Yeah. You never noticed?"

Shaking your head you looked at the both of them. 

"Guess you are stuck with us now."

Stu grinned from ear to ear.

You rolled your eyes smiling. 

"Like I wasn't before."

"Yeah but now it will be even harder for you to get rid of us."

"Good thing I wanna keep you both."

"Mh. You better." Billy was smiling but there was something else to his tone. You almost wouldn't notice. And you didn't but Stu did, keeps grinning. 

"Of course. I would be lost without you!" You held the back of your hand against your forehead for dramatic effect, giggling. 

Billy groaned playfully. "Damn what have I gotten myself into?"

You and Stu shoved him, laughing until a yawn interrupted you. 

"Alright you two. It's time to get some sleep."

"Yes dad." Stu was rolling his eyes. 

"Damn Stu I didn't know you were into that." You began laughing again.

"Oh you will be surprised about all the things I'm into."

He gave you a mischievous grin. Biting your lip you grinned as well.

"Can't wait to find out."

"Ok stop it you two horny fuckers."

" Pf.  Just you wait until you find out what Billy's into. He actually loves it when he can ca-" Stu couldn't finish the sentence, as Billy hit him across the head.

"Ow!"

"Sleep. Now. We can get into kinks another time." With that Billy was laying down.

"I can't wait. You will be surprised what I'm into." You hummed and got comfy next to Billy, who put an arm around you.

Stu was bouncing next to you.

"Ohhh is it something freaky?"

"Stu…"

"No, now you got me curious!"

"Stu."

"I won't be able to sleep! Give me a hint! Please!" He was basically begging now.

You rolled your eyes. 

"It might involve getting nicked with a knife. Now come here and sleep, I won't say more."

You could feel Billy tensing up a bit, not knowing that this little bit of information riled him up again. Stu's mouth had dropped open. Not believing what he heard. Now he was really intrigued. You could feel he was about to say something else so you stopped him before he could.

"Sleep. Now." 

Stu cuddled close behind you. You were out like a light in seconds.

Stu and Billy looked at you.

"We really hit the jackpot with her."

"Totally!"

Billy was almost asleep when Stu spoke up again.

"You think she would let us carve an S and a B into her? Small ones of course. Maybe on her hip."