𓏲࣪ ִֶָ ︎ִֶָ lottie 𖤐 .

With the offering of a soft smile from you, Legolas continued his endeavours to untie your pants. Before long, he had slipped your legs from them and had removed your tunic from over your shoulders. He ran his fingertips down from the tops of your thighs to your ankles as he stripped you, drinking in the sight of you beneath him.

You felt a warmth build up within you with his touch, feeling some kind of elven magic blossom in your chest and work its way outwards, leaving light waves of pleasure blanketing you without him even doing anything.

With a small arch of your back as Legolas brought a hand across your chest, ever so slightly grazing past one of your hardened buds, he smiled at your reaction to him using his magic on you.

“Does that bring you pleasure?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. You nodded, already feeling breathless. "What are you doing to me?" you questioned.

"I don't really know. I thought I'd try it."

"Please... Legolas. Don't stop doing it, whatever it is."

He let out a light chuckle. "Okay, Y/N. I won't."

With the waves of pleasure increasing at his words, you sucked in a sharp breath and felt his hands go behind your back, where you had arched it, and his head dipped down with his lips slowly grazing along the soft flesh of your navel.

It tickled, and you flinched as he kissed and sucked there, mimicking what you had done earlier with him. It felt heavenly. There was something different about this kind of intimacy with elves. It was like nothing you had ever experienced with humans. Your body felt more tender, more shivery, more desperate for his touch, and his hands were soft leaves and vines across you, trapping you in a forest dream that you never wished to awake from.

"Y/N?"

Legolas softly calling your name snapped you from your thoughts. You glanced at him. He had sat up on his knees, and you drank in the sight of him with your eyes.

Long blonde hair is messy and sticking in different directions. His blue eyes flicked between your core, chest and face. His collarbones were littered with little purple marks from your earlier abuse. And his large dick sat against his smooth stomach, already semi-hard again from the sight of you alone, lying across his bed, waiting for him to devour you.

He was pawing slightly at your thighs in a shy manner.

"Um... I'm not really sure how to do this."

It felt refreshing to have someone so eager to please you, even when they didn't know how. It allowed you to show him exactly what you wanted, and that was exciting for both of you.

"That's okay, Legolas." You sat up, and he leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours. "I can help you."

With a peck on your hairline, he pushed you back down.

Legolas forced your thighs apart slowly with his large, gentle hands, allowing the warm air to hit your core and cause you to cover your face instinctively out of bashfulness.

You could hardly even look at him, knowing he was admiring your pussy as he exposed it to himself. After a short while of nothingness, with you almost trembling in anticipation, you felt him push back on the skin of your inner thighs, and your folds spread further apart under his touch.

"Legolas~" you whined as even such a light graze sent electricity up your spine. "You're being cruel."

"Cruel? How, my love? I'm only admiring you."

"No~" you let out as you uncovered your face. He is looking at you curiously, hand still settled on your inner thighs. "Touch me, with your fingers."

Legolas's cheeks grew a slight blush at your words. "I am worried, Loss nín. You are so responsive, and beautiful... but it makes me nervous."

Legolas had never had sex with a human before. All he had ever known was the methodical sex of elves, where nothing like this was ever done or even discussed. Perhaps rarely, by elves that are more in tune with human culture and customs, but it was not common knowledge amongst the immortal folk. Especially in the deep trees of Mirkwood.

"Legolas, my sweet prince," you comforted him. "What are you so worried about? You do not have to be perfect for me, just touch me like you mean it."

The elf blinked, then gave a grin. "That I can do."

Like he was handling the most delicate glass sculpture in all of Middle Earth, Legolas pressed the pads of his index and middle finger against your folds, moving them around to gather the much slickness that had pooled out of you in anticipation of his touch.

You felt your thigh slightly twitch at the feeling of his elven magic travelling through his fingertips into your core, catching you with a ripple of pleasure.

"Do I push inside, meleth nin?" Legolas whispered. He had now lain down to be closer to your cunt, settled comfortably on his stomach between your spread legs.

You nodded in approval, and he slowly watched as your core welcomed his fingers inside, almost clutching onto them to bring him in further.

"You are so warm... and wet. Is that good?"

"Yes~" you huffed out as you looked down at him, feeling yourself clench slightly at the sight of him between your thighs, looking up at you innocently. "It means I'm enjoying myself."

Legolas smiled. "Good."

"Move your fingers, love, in and out of me, like you would if you were using your cock."

Legolas obliged to your wishes, beginning to slowly push his two fingers in and out of you, listening carefully to any change in your breath and moans with his elf senses. He wanted so badly to please you, and any sign that you were enjoying something, he ran with it.

When he had curved his fingers up slightly inside you while trying to massage your walls, his eyes snapped to you when you let out a loud whimper and your hips left the bed, grinding into his hand.

He leant down and left a playful bite against your hip. "Was that out of pleasure? My love?"

As soon as you nodded with half-lidded eyes, Legolas sat up slightly and pushed his fingers into you quickly. He curled his fingers and pushed against the spot again, massaging it as he watched for your reaction.

You swear you saw stars. With the combination of his pleasurable magic, whilst also hitting your g-spot over and over, your body was slightly shaking.

He abused your g-spot for a minute, obsessed with your moans filling the room and not wanting to stop, enjoying himself a lot.

"Are you trembling, baby? Aw, you're so cute."

It took you bringing a shaky hand down to grab his wrist to have him stop his assault on your pussy. Legolas pulled his fingers out of you and kissed your hand that was against his wrist as a small apology.

"Did I do too much?"

You shook your head as you tried to regain your breath. "No, Legolas. That was amazing. But it just gets a bit too much if you rub against one spot for too long."

The prince groaned at your answer and kissed your thigh, feeling slightly bad.

"Sorry, my love. I did not mean to hurt you. I find it hard to control myself when you are so responsive to me. It's like, something awakens."

You smiled at his words and cupped his cheek with your hand. He leant against it and closed his eyes blissfully. "Do not apologise, Mîr nín. You're making me feel so good."

Legolas gave a wet kiss to the palm of your hand. He opened his eyes and stared into your face with his sky blue ones. "May I taste you? Like you did with me?"

You felt your heart skip a beat at his request. "I would like nothing more, my prince."

Excitedly, Legolas turned back to your core and used his hands to spread you open in front of him once again.

"I do not know where to start my love," he admitted with a whisper, feeling a bit shy. You brought your hand down and brushed against your clit with your hand, pointing it out to the unsure elf.

"This is very sensitive, this bit. You can focus on here, or you can lick inside me as well."

Legolas swallowed nervously. "Okay. You tell me if it is not good."

His consideration for your pleasure had you feeling pleasant inside. His affectionate words were enough to send you halfway over the edge, especially with the Sindarin petnames that he nearly whispered each time he said them.

Legolas pressed his tongue against your clit, where your fingers still remained. But with the addition of his wet muscle, your hand instinctively flew to his hair, gripping the blonde locks softly in your fist so as not to pull.

"Oh fuck," you let out. Legolas moved his lips against your clit, flicking his tongue in and out and bringing out a level of stimulus that you hadn't felt in god knows how long. The wet, sloppy noises he made against you were itching your brain just right.

Your head rolled back, your hips lifted off the sheets and against his mouth, and your thighs found themselves on his shoulders to get a better angle of his tongue, much to his delight.

"I'm gonna need you to hold more still, meleth nin," Legolas said as he pulled away from your cunt. A string of saliva connecting his glistening lips to your core made you almost moan at the sight.

"Make me, elf."

The sudden confidence made Legolas's face shift, and he felt a fire start within him. You swore you even saw his pupils dilate. Make you? Oh, how he dreamed of you saying that to him.

His hands flew to your thighs, wrapping around them in a strong grip and forcing your hips down against the sheets. You gasped at the sudden roughness.

You let out a loud groan as he delved back into your cunt with his tongue. Long, thick stripes were licked across your folds, dipping into your wet hole before he sucked harshly at your clit as he reached it. He had to continue forcing you down to take the abuse of his tongue, not letting you wriggle or kick away when the pleasure got too great.

'Fuck! Legolas-... ah! You're going to ruin me!"

You swore you heard a small 'good' murmured against your folds from him as he continued to eat you out like a starved elf.

You had whiplash from this sudden change from him. He was not joking when he said he thinks something awakens within him. You were ripped from your thoughts when he gave you a sharp nip on the inner thigh.

"Tell me you're okay, Loss nin," he demanded as he stared up at you with a tense hunger in his eyes. You nodded, feeling powerless under his gaze, but that didn't stop you.

"Quit biting me," you snapped at him in a moment of bravery. "I didn't teach you that."

Legolas only smirked, his teeth grazing the sting of his bite.

"No, you didn't, but this is instinctual. I only want to mark what's mine."

With that, he continued his meal on you, making your hands in his hair tighten and pull him even closer, if that was even possible.

It wasn't long before he was using teeth on your thigh again, and one of his nips turned into a proper bite. You gasp and flinch at the slight ache.

You sit up, wanting to put this now cocky elf in his place. "I said, quit biting-"

Legolas shoots up from your core and catches your wrists, forcing you back down on your back beneath him as he looms over you. His cock was now fully hardened from him grinding against the bed beneath him while he ate you out. "Then stop tasting so good, Y/N," he growled.

You were surprised by his change in power. His pupils were large, almost feral-like, as he brought both your wrists together so he could pin them above your head in one of his large hands.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asked, concerned for you with this change of pace. You must have had a shocked expression on your face still.

"I'm okay, Legolas." You felt yourself grow giddy at the fact that he was still concerned about you, wanting you to stay comfortable with him. "I love this. You're doing so well."

The praise had him cock a smile, eyes crinkling at the sides.

With his free hand, he traced it down your naked body, leaving a trace of tingling, shiny magic in its wake, leaving you shaking already. His fingers found your core once again, and he pushed two fingers inside, exploring your inner warmth with his fingers.

You pulled against his hands that pinned you, wanting to grab onto something for support, but he just laughed at you teasingly.

"Oh, little petal, look at you. All at my mercy on my bed," he groaned in a low tone as he leaned down next to your ear. His long hair tickled against your neck, and you felt him mouth your earlobe before taking it into his mouth to suck on lightly.

You felt your eyes roll as he curled his fingers upwards inside you. It did not help that elves were, on average, much larger than humans, meaning his fingers were longer and could reach places inside you that not even you were aware of.

"Ah~ Fuck, Legolas. What are you doing to me?"

He chuckled into your neck. "I'm making you feel good, aren't I? Just as you did for me. I'm only returning a favour."

You whimpered at his words as you remember. You glanced down at his pink length, seeing smeared precum glistening on the head and slowly dripping onto your thigh. The sight made you clench around his fingers, filled with the need of his cock inside you.

It was like he read your mind. Legolas pulled his fingers from you, but not before he let go of your wrists to dip down once again and suck your clit into his mouth, making you cry out and jolt at the intense stimulation.

"I cannot get enough of your taste, Loss nin," he moaned against your clit. You vibrations from his words almost had you shaking. "It is heavenly."

Before long, Legolas had returned on top of you. He had sat back on his knees, admiring your naked, sweaty body beneath him as he traced his hands along your skin, toying with you.

"This is fun," he chuckled as you reacted to each and every one of his touches now. "Is it so easy to get you worked up beneath me. You're now chasing my hands with your arches and movements."

You breathed out a defeated huff beneath him as he fiddled gently with one of your nipples. "You act like you weren't begging beneath my mouth earlier, elf prince."

"Oh, you shouldn't remind me. That's dangerous. But even so, you've taught me how to beg, but now I'm going to teach you how to cry my name."

You smiled beneath him at his 'threat'. "Is that a promise?"

Something about your compliance with his dominating persona now set him off, and his dick twitched against your hip where it rested, gathering precum at the tip. He felt his confidence slip slightly, and his demeanour softened at the sight of you beneath him.

So beautiful, so fucked out already. So willing to let him take what he wants. He suddenly felt a strong protectiveness overcome him.

"Fuck, I need to be inside you."

He pressed his forehead against yours and let out a heavy breath. His arms snaked around your torso in a tight cuddle, and he tangled his legs with yours. You groaned at the press of his thigh between your legs, allowing you to grind down on it to please you. It simultaneously pushed your hips against his aching cock that was wedged between your bodies.

"Please, meleth nin. If you'll have me, I want to be inside you." His voice shook as he begged into your neck. The tenderness of his words could've almost made you cry.

"Legolas. I'll have you now, and forever, if you'd let me."

He pulled back from your neck and watched your face for any doubt, any hesitation, but saw none. He saw nothing but love, admiration and a strong desire that he had never seen in anyone before. And he felt all the same back, and more.

"I'll gladly have you be mine, my ethereal mortal."

He pushes his pink lips into your breathless ones. His lips are still wet from your arousal, and he pushes his tongue into your mouth to deepen the kiss.

While you make out, the prince runs his hands down your body and steadies himself above you once again. When he reached your hips, he gave them a teasing squeeze on either side, reminding you of what's to come.

With his hands, he spread your legs once again and placed himself completely between.

You force your face to the side to escape his lips. "Legolas, wait."

He froze above you, examining your face with curiosity.

"Can you... Just go a bit slow at first. I'm not used to being bedded by an elf," you laughed to yourself.

Legolas smiled softly above. "Oh my love, you're so precious. Of course, I'll go slow," he answered as he nuzzled your cheek with his nose.

With that, Legolas reached down between you and lined himself up at your entrance. With a glance at you, which was earned with a little nervous nod, he slowly began to push his cock into your cunt.

The stretch was heavenly. You had known he was bigger than most humans you had been with, but you didn't think of it as being so much more pleasurable. Maybe it was something to do with the elven magic.

Legolas paused and checked your face for discomfort. His breath had quickened.

He continued when you seemed fine, and kept going until he had bottomed out in you. He let out a loud huff at the tight warmth of you, feeling you pulse around him, pressing his forehead against yours. It almost sent him feral, and he had to hold himself back from letting his instincts take over. He peppered your face with kisses.

Once you had adjusted, you wrapped your arms around Legolas's neck to make sure he'd stay close to you. "You can move, Mîr nín."

You using the Sindarin pet name for him had him breathing in a sharp breath of control.

He crept his hands down and gripped your hips to stabilise himself as he began to pull out and push back in slowly.

"Oh fuck~," he groaned out with a slight whimper. "You feel so good around me. How will I ever hold back?"

You grinned at his expression of pleasure. "Legolas, you don't have to," you began. The elf looked at you through half-lidded eyes, a growing darkness pooling in his blue irises. "I'm okay."

He searched your eyes. "What if I hurt you?" he lets out with a concerned breath. He continued to thrust slowly and deeply into you, his hands almost twitching at your hips from the agonising pace.

"I will tell you, meleth nin. Please- ah~ take me as yours."

That's all he needed from you. Legolas tucked his face into your neck and pressed his body even further against yours. You flinched slightly at the sudden tightening on your waist with his grip, but nothing could prepare you for the pleasure you were going to feel.

Legolas's pace suddenly quickened immensely, and his thrusts became rough. Your mouth fell open, and a loud moan escaped before you could control it. You prayed that no passing guard heard it.

Not liking the position, Legolas leant back away from you and lifted one of your legs, folding it up onto your chest as he deepened his thrusts. His brows were furrowed, lips parted as growls and moans escaped with every push into you. You couldn't help but admire the tense muscles in his arms, leaving strong veins and sweat gathering along them.

This new position allowed him to drill deep inside you, and you felt your eyes roll back slowly as the head of his cock kissed your cervix. There was so much pleasure in every part of your body that you didn't think you'd be able to take it.

You raised your arm and reached for him, finding his hip and pushing on it to get his attention.

"Lego-... las" you croaked out. The elf stopped his thrusts, concerned.

"Are you okay Y/N?" He checked on you, dropping down to your face and kissing your forehead.

"Can you... Please... calm down with the magic? I want to be able to feel my body tomorrow," you asked, still catching your breath.

Legolas smirked at your request. "Sorry, my love. I was getting carried away."

You nodded as he kissed your cheek. "That's okay."

It wasn't long before he had continued his thrusts, only this time he had both your thighs being held up to deepen his thrusts still. He was buried to the hilt on his cock inside you as he thrusted in each time, and you swore you could feel him inside your womb.

Legolas tucked himself once again back against your shoulder. You heard his noises increase as his thrusts became more erratic, and your hands left the sheets to scratch along his back for support. Legolas shivered at the affection.

A sharp bite to your neck had you let out a yelp, only this time, he didn't let go. His teeth sank deeper and deeper as he fucked into you, and you had thought maybe he had entered some kind of state.

"Legola- ah! Legolas- my lo- ve?" you tried to choke out.

"Don't move." He let out a low growl next to your ear as his teeth let go. You could already feel that it had left a heavy mark there that would last for days.

His grip tightened on your hips, not allowing for any movement from you to get away from his powerful thrusts.

"Nín," he moaned out against you. "Nín, nín, nín." The repetitive elvish had you clawing at his back as you felt your high approaching deep in your abdomen.

Legolas once again moves away from your neck and catches your wrists in his hands again. He pins them down.

"I want to look at you while I take you." His eyes were dark pits, and his face was flushed with redness. He looked hot, fucked, and oh so desperate for you.

His words almost sent you over the edge by themselves. His thrusts continued into you, and you let your mouth fall open and your head lull back onto the mattress.

"Ah fuck~ Legolas~" you whimpered out. You made eye contact with him, tears of pleasure appearing in your eyes. "Please, I am all yours."

"Come for me, meleth nin. I am right here." Legolas pressed a kiss to your lips as you did just that, muffling your moans with his mouth and licking across your lips as he helped you ride out your high. He parted from you, breathless.

Your words from before had an effect on him, and he was sent over the edge with the sight of you finishing on him. A loud grunt escaped his throat, and he bottomed out inside you and pushed his seed deep into your cunt, thrusting a few final times afterwards to milk himself empty.

You both lay in the moonlit room, sharing breaths as you kept your foreheads together. Legolas kept himself inside you for a while, enjoying the closeness, and not wanting to forget the moment so quickly.

"Was that okay? Y/N?"

You smiled weakly at him. "You were so perfect to me, Legolas. Everything I could ever want."

He grinned at your response and gave a short peck to your nose before he slipped out of you, ignoring the mess that it made. That's a concern for later anyway.

He snuggled in next to you and tucked your head underneath his chin, kissing the crown of your hair.

"You will not be leaving me, meleth nin. Not after this. I'll hide you from my father in the walls of his own castle if I have to."

You chuckled against his warm chest. "Legolas, that's a conversation for tomorrow. For now, I need some sleep," you let out a big yawn and wrapped your arms around his torso.

"Oh, right," he smiled as you nuzzled against his chest. "I forgot you mortals need to do that."

“You’re gonna burn holes in the back of Jonathan’s head,” you murmur.

Steve startles, blinking down at you. “I… what? No, I’m not!”

“You’re glaring.”

“I’m not glaring,” he mutters defensively, straightening. “I’m… observing.”

“You look constipated.”

He snorts despite himself, shoulders loosening a little. “Wow. Thanks.”

You shrug. “Just being honest.”

You look up at him, really look, and the vulnerable tightness in his expression is impossible to ignore.

“You okay?” you ask quietly.

He hesitates, then gestures vaguely toward Nancy nonchalantly. “She just… used to look at me like that.”

“And now she looks at Jonathan.”

He doesn’t respond and your stomach twists in sympathy—and something else you don’t want to examine too closely.

You nudge him gently with your elbow. “You know… there are ways to make someone remember you.”

He gives a humorless laugh. “What, walk over there and give a dramatic speech?”

“No,” you say, amuse, “something that actually works.”

His brows lift slightly. “…Like what?”

You look away for a moment, gathering the courage, because saying this out loud feels surprisingly intimate.

Then you turn back to him.

“You could make her jealous.”

Steve goes very still.

You keep your voice light, “It works. People don’t usually realize what they’re missing until they think someone else has it.”

He studies your face for a long moment, something soft and uncertain flickering behind his eyes.

“And… how would I do that?” he asks, slow, cautious. “Hypothetically.”

The question sends a pulse of warmth through your chest.

“Hypothetically?” you echo. “You’d need someone to… pretend with you.”

His throat bobs. “Pretend.”

“Fake date,” you clarify, shrugging lightly like your heart isn’t pounding. “Hold your hand. Lean into you a little. Maybe let you put your arm around them so Nancy sees it.”

He keeps staring at you and it makes your skin heat.

“You’d do that?” he asks softly.

You try for a casual tone, even though your pulse is everywhere. “I mean… unless kissing me is some terrible burden.”

A breath of a laugh escapes him, his mouth curving. “No. I wouldn’t call it a burden.”

Something shifts between you.

“So?” you murmur. “If you want the help… I’m offering.”

He looks at you like he’s weighing the whole world.

Like he’s finally seeing something he should’ve seen sooner.

Then, quietly, almost gratefully…

“Yeah. Okay,” he shoots you a faint smile, “let’s try it.”

And just like that, the pretending begins.

Pretending turns into its own sort of torture, because Steve commits.

Hand on your lower back when you walk into a room.

Thumb hooked into your belt loop when he stands behind you.

His palm resting casually on your knee when you sit together.

Little touches that are supposed to be for show.

Supposed to mean nothing.

Except they aren’t nothing.

Not when your body reacts every single time.

He looks at you differently, too.

Like he’s studying your face when he thinks you’re not looking.

Like he’s memorizing your laugh.

Like he’s trying not to cross invisible lines he desperately wants to cross.

And sometimes, when the fake dating act requires a quick kiss to your cheek or your temple, you feel his breath stall. Feel him linger just half a second too long.

You don’t bring it up and he doesn’t either.

But the tension builds, slow and relentless, like water pressing against glass.

And then the crawl happens.

The group is buzzing with nervous energy as plans are finalized. Supplies are checked, flashlights tested, weapons distributed.

Joyce is talking too fast, Robin keeps pacing, Nancy and Jonathan are coordinating routes.

But Steve keeps you close. A gentle touch at your back, a quiet glance to make sure you’re near. The kind of protectiveness that never feels like an act.

Nancy doesn’t say a word when she spots you and Steve standing a little too close near the van, but the shift in her expression is unmistakable. Her eyes flick down to where Steve’s hand rests on the small of your back, casual, but not that casual—then back up to your face, lingering just long enough to read a truth you hadn’t meant to show. It’s not the first time this has occurred, and you hope Steve notices your plan has worked

When the crawl site is declared ready, your stomach tightens.

You’ve been through it before. You know the dark, the vines, the suffocating air. The way the Upside Down swallows sound.

You try to steady your breathing, but Steve sees it immediately. He always sees you.

“Hey,” he murmurs, brushing your arm. “We’re riding in the van. Dustin’s a no-show, come with me.”

You nod, not trusting your voice.

Inside, it’s dim and quiet. A temporary bubble away from the chaos. Steve closes the door behind you, and suddenly it’s just the two of you in the muted half-dark.

He sits across from you at first, elbows resting on his knees.

“You’re nervous,” he says softly. Not accusing. Not teasing. Just noticing.

You swallow. “A little.”

He shakes his head gently. “No. More than a little.”

Your eyes sting, not because of fear, but because he sounds like he cares too much for it to be pretend. He scoots closer, still giving you space to pull away. “Come here.”

You go without hesitation.

He pulls you in, slow and carefully, one arm around your back, the other hand warm at the nape of your neck. Your forehead rests against his collarbone, his chin brushing your hair.

“You’re okay,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you. Everything’s gonna be fine.”

You clench your fist in his shirt. “Steve…”

His hand slides up your spine, soothing… except soothing is the wrong word. Because every stroke of his fingers sends a shiver down your skin.

He breathes against your ear, voice low and soft:

“I’d get between you and anything. You know that, right?”

You pull back to look at him, and everything changes.

His hands stay on you. Your knees touch.

You’re close enough to feel his breath on your lips.

His gaze drops to your mouth. You see it, no.. you feel it.

The exact second the dam cracks.

“Steve,” you whisper, trying to steady yourself. “This is… pretend.”

His thumb brushes your cheek, featherlight.

“Not right now,” he says, “not for me.”

Your heart stutters.

“And not for you either,” he adds quietly.

Your pulse answers him before you do… and you kiss him.

It’s soft for half a second, just the barest brush of lips, before he exhales sharply and pulls you in like he’s been denied this for weeks.

His hand cups your jaw, the other sliding around your waist, pulling you into his lap. The kiss deepens. Hungry, desperate, starved.

Every tiny piece of restraint he’s shown shatters the moment you open your mouth to him.

He groans into the kiss, low and rough, like he’s been holding it back.

“Fuck,” he breathes against your lips. “I knew it. I knew the second I said yes to this fake dating thing I was screwed.”

Steve kisses you like he’s already fucked you a hundred times in his head.

Your back hits the bench seat and he follows, mouth devouring yours, hands everywhere at once—your waist, your ribs, the underside of your thighs. His fingers tremble with adrenaline and want, but his touch is deliberate, hungry, carving you into memory.

When he pulls back, both of you are breathing hard.

“Take this off,” he pants, tugging at your shirt.

You lift your arms, and he strips it off like he’s starving for what’s underneath. His eyes drag over your chest, slow and reverent, then wrecked.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he murmurs, palms sliding up to cup your breasts. “How the hell am I supposed to pretend after this?”

You grab his wrist and guide his hand lower. “You don’t.”

That breaks him and he kisses down your throat, your sternum, then lower.

Nipping lightly, sucking harder, leaving a trail of open mouthed heat over your skin until you’re arching into him. He mouths your nipple, tongue dragging lazily before he sucks, deep and firm. You gasp, threading your fingers into his hair.

“That good?” he asks against your skin, voice smug and breathless.

“More.”

He groans, an animal sound erupts from his chest and his hand slides between your legs over your pants, pressing right where you need him. You cry out and he bites your shoulder gently in response.

“Fuck yeah,” he pants. “Let me hear you. No one else is close enough to hear us.”

That thought alone makes your stomach flip.

He unbuttons your pants with frantic fingers, and you help shove them down. He drags your underwear aside and his jaw drops when he sees how wet you already are.

“Holy shit.” His thumb sweeps across you, slow and claiming, “you’re soaked.”

“Been waiting,” you breathe.

His pupils dilate, “for me?”

You nod, and he curses viciously.

“Get over here,” he growls, tugging you up and onto his lap.

You straddle him, and his hands slide under your thighs, squeezing, positioning you exactly how he wants. His mouth returns to yours. Hot, urgent, wet—and he grinds up into you through his jeans, making your breath catch.

You tug at his belt.

“Get these off.”

“Bossy,” he teases, undoing it with shaking hands. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

You help shove his jeans down, his boxers following. His cock springs free, thick, flushed, already leaking.

Your eyes widen and he smirks., “yeah? You like what you see?”

You wrap your hand around him and stroke once, slow.

Steve’s head drops back. “Oh—fuck—”

You lean in and kiss his throat while your hand works him, dragging your thumb through the slick at the tip.

“I’ve wanted to do this since the first time you pulled me against you for show,” you whisper. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”

His grip on your hips tightens. “I did… but I didn’t know you wanted me back.”

You line him up, hovering over him.

“Find out.”

He sucks in a breath so sharp it sounds like pain.

Then you sink down onto him.

Slow. Stretching. Inch by inch.

Steve’s entire body locks. His hands seize your hips. He swears—low and broken—eyes squeezing shut like he’s trying not to explode right there.

“Oh my fucking god,” he groans. “You’re—fuck—you’re so tight I can’t—”

You take him until your hips meet, both of you shaking.

You lean forward, lips brushing his ear. “You can move.”

He exhales shakily. “Baby… if I move right now, I’m gonna ruin you.”

“Do it anyway.”

He snaps.

His hands grip your ass and he guides you up his length, then slams you back down. The van rocks hard. You gasp, nails digging into his shoulders.

“That—Steve—oh my god—”

“That’s it,” he pants. “Ride me just like that.”

You start moving to the best of your ability in the small space. Lifting, dropping, grinding—using him, taking everything he gives you. Steve’s eyes are glued to where your bodies meet, watching himself disappear into you again and again.

“Fuck, look at you,” he groans, thrusting up to meet you, “taking all of me like you were made for it.”

Your pace stutters. “Don’t stop—don’t stop—”

He grabs your face and kisses you, filthy and wet. “I’m not stopping until you’re shaking.”

He flips you onto your back so fast you gasp. He mounts you, driving into you deeper than before. Hard, relentless, your thighs shaking around his hips.

Your moans echo in the van. His breath is hot and ragged against your neck. Skin slapping, bodies slick with sweat, the air thick with sex and desperation.

He presses a hand lightly around your throat, not squeezing, just holding, pinning you in place while he fucks into you.

“You feel so good,” you choke out.

“You’re gonna cum for me,” he pants. “Cum on my cock. Want to feel you clench around me.”

His fingers drop to your clit, rubbing fast, perfect, ruthless. Your hips lift off the seat, back arching.

“Steve—Steve—I’m close—”

“I know,” he growls, “C’mon babydoll, it to me.”

You break apart, screaming his name, body trembling violently as pleasure crashes through you. Your walls clamp around him so hard he swears, thrusting fast and sloppy, chasing his own release.

“Shit—shit—baby—” He pulls out just in time, stroking himself once before he comes all over your stomach, your hips, your thighs—hot, messy, thick.

He collapses down onto his hands above you, panting like he just ran a mile.

You’re both shaking.

He looks down, taking in the sight of you: legs spread, panting, covered in him, and groans again like he might get hard all over.

He leans down and kisses you slow, messy, devoted.

“I wasn’t pretending,” he murmurs against your lips. “Not once.”

You pull him into another kiss.

your breath hitches as ron continues his trail of wet kisses along your stomach, his eyes focused on your body while his rough hands gripped at your waist. you whined, your hands slightly shaking as they held on to his broad shoulders after your third orgasm of the evening. "'m exhausted, dear," you sighed, pushing him with your little strength left.

ron let out a breath as he rose, licking the valley of your chest before kissing on your neck as he intertwined his fingers with yours and cupped your face with his other hand. "baby, please," he sucked on your neck, "i need you." he whispered, leaving a kiss on your jaw before making his way to kiss your swollen lips. "please," he said once more, calling out your name in a whine, his bare hips pressing tightly against yours.

you closed your eyes and held his cheek, giving in to the french kiss. "can you cum for me just once more, beautiful?" you held his face as you looked into his eyes. "please?"

"dear," you whined, leaning your head back deeper against the pillow.

"fuck," he let out a breath, immediately moving to kiss on the apple of your neck. "oh, please. please, please let me fuck you." he sucked on your collarbone, his hand leaving your face to fondle with your breast. "please, i'll do anything— everything. please, baby." he whined. "i'll be gentle."

—

"you look proper knackered." you stopped in your tracks upon hearing a voice from behind you.

recognizing it, you turned around and greeted the two. "hello, george. hi, fred." the twins smiled at your distinction between them. "good morning."

"top of the morning to you, too!" fred exclaimed, a huge grin plastered on both their faces. "rough night? your scarf looks nice, by the way."

you gave him a smile before sighing, pressing your herbology book against your chest. "you could say that, but it's no big deal, really." you turned to george. "did you need anything?"

their heads shook in sync. "nope. ronnie bunny's just asked us to look for you. been acting like he's won the bloody quidditch cup since this morning, with the awful smile on his stupid face." george laughed. "oi, ron!"

"your beloved's here!" fred finished his brother's sentence. "wonder what's got into the bloke." you laughed at his words.

spotting the redhead approaching from the very end of the hallway surrounded by swarms of students taking their break for lunch, you turned to look at fred. "has he mentioned exactly why he's looking for me?" you asked.

he shook his head once more. "though if i had to guess, it's probably to do with that nasty limp of yours," he grinned.

"yeah, that's probably it." george chimed in, resting his elbow on his brother's shoulder, leaning on him. "you ought to be more careful. who knows just what could've caused that awful limp?"

you scrunched your nose at the teasing undertone of their words. "little gits." you said under your breath before huffing and raising your book in an attempt to hit them, but they took a step back before you could do so. their expressions looked more amused than ever.

ron smiled and waved at you from only a few feet away. "you reckon ron here knows where'd that limp come from?" george said, turning to walk from you.

"i reckon he does, george." fred answered before sharing a laugh with his brother, purposefully loud for you to hear.

"you better move!" you said, earning a louder laugh from the two.

"we're only teasing!"

"hi, beautiful." ron said, now standing in front of you. "you left this morning without waking me up." he said, leaning in to peck your forehead. "i missed you."

"hi, ronnie. sorry, i was nearly late for potions and i know you had a vacant period." you expained, a soft smile on your lips.

ron mirrored your smile in reassurance and reached for your book before tucking it under his arm. "it's alright, i was just worried about you, especially since, you know." he mumbled the last part. "can you walk?"

you nodded, walking beside him. "i'm fine, just.." you trailed your words, showing him the slight limp in your steps.

ron paused in his trackes, his eyebrows knit in guilt, hand reaching for yours as he sighed softly. "i'm terribly sorry, sweetheart." he lifted your hand towards his lips and left multiple pecks, rubbing over it as he squeezed. "what about.. the marks?" he asked.

you undid your house scarf and leaned your head from left to right, showing him the hues of purple marks that he's left behind. ron bit his cheek and took your scarf, trying it neatly around your neck like how it was before. "i'm sorry, forgive me, please," he said.

you laughed softly and squeezed his hand in return. "nothing to be sorry for, dear. it was enjoyable." you said before turning to walk towards the great hall to have your lunch. ron stared at your figure from behind, observing the visible limp in your walk, making him bite his bottom lip to fight the smug grin from his face.

upon entering the hall, you led him towards the gryffindor table, where his siblings sat and ate. upon reaching where the twins sat, ron spoke before the two could say anything to tease you. "move, you gits," he said, slightly shoving the two to make space for the both of you to sit.

"there's no need to be harsh, ron—"

your words were cut by the twins as they held their plates and utensils in hand as they scooched to the right, nudging a train of people beside them. "move it, you gits!" fred echoed, pure amusement plastered on his face.

"yeah, you heard him!" george followed, moving the same way as the others.

upon having free seats enough for the both of you, ron turned to you and showed a smile that reached his eyes, holding your hand. "have a seat, sweetheart."

you gave him a small smile and sat down, muttering a small thanks. "sorry for the disturbance," you said to the student sitting beside you. they waved you off with a reassuring smile, which you appreciated.

"why have you on a scarf in this heat?" the gryffindor asked. you stumbled over your words, talking about how the evening was awfully chilly, and how the wind was blowing this morning, and any excuse you could say, really, as the gryffindor shrugged at your answer. sighing at the somewhat successful excuses you've said, ron felt warmth bloom from his chest at the secret that he shared with you.

the redhead beside you started filling your plate to the brim as you turned to him, leaving your mouth parted. "ron—"

"here, eat up," he said, placing the plate filled with food, followed by a drink in front of you. he then started to fix his own plate in a hurry.

"thank you, darling," you said, and he replied with a quick, 'you're welcome', accompanied by a smile.

"what a sweetheart, our little ronnie bunny," fred said.

"you wouldn't mind feeding us too, right, ronnie?" george followed as he snickered.

ron rolled his eyes and placed his plate in front of him. "if you'd like a fork sticking from your necks, by all means." he said, making the two laugh in unison.

making small talk with the gryffindors surrounding you as you ate, you noticed ron watching your every move. he quickly refilled your drink after only taking a sip, gave you a full serving of food before you've finished everything on your plate, and wiped your lips at the littlest of spills. sighing, you turned to look at him, and noticed his elbows resting on the table, his plate barely touched as he had a towel on his hand at the ready. "ron?" you called.

"yes, sweetheart? you need anything?" ron tilted his head and smiled, awaiting your response.

you sighed softly and smiled at him, your hand reaching for his face, cupping it. "nothing. i just wanted to tell you that there's no need to monitor my every move, dear. i've only a limp. i'm not disabled," you said.

ron shook his head and reached for the pitcher to refill your drink once more. "nonsense. with how absolutely beautiful you look this fine afternoon, sweetheart, you deserve to be taken care of, so let me do just that, yeah?"

you smiled at his words. "i suppose it wouldn't hurt."

ron smiled widely. "perfect." he patted the back of your head and motioned for you to continue eating. listening in on the conversation of the students surrounding the table, you chimed in occasionally while ron sat quietly beside you, eyes glued to your every move, a content sigh leaving his lips.

feeling an ache on your shoulder blades, you reached to rub them. alerting ron with your actions, he eyed your movements before speaking. "are you sore?"

"a little. but i'm alright, ron." you sighed. shaking his head, ron stood from his seat and walked to stand directly behind you. "there's no need for a massage, dear," you giggled.

"don't mind me, beautiful." he said, his voice low, and you just nodded. he held on to your shoulders and pressed his thumb against the blades, earning a soft groan from you. "feels good?" you nodded, your eyebrows furrowing at the pain mixed with relief. "good." ron smiled, continuing the action for a moment before leaning down to kiss your cheek and sitting back down beside you.

"thank you." you smiled, kissing his cheek. ron only smiled as he refilled your glass once more and held your thigh from underneath the table. noticing a platter of food you liked on your far right, your eyebrows raised as you spoke, "fred, be a dear and pass me the platter of fish and chips, please?"

"sure thing, ron's belove—"

"i've got it," ron cut his older brother off, reaching for the platter and serving you himself.

you thanked him with a smile. ron placed the platter back and sat down beside you, a content smile on his face.

"i wonder just what is with you this morning, ronald?" fred asked from beside ron before eating a spoonful of mashed potatoes in one bite.

"what are you two dimwits on about? i'm perfectly fine." ron answered.

"yeah, perhaps a little too fine for a normal day." fred said, squinting his eyes at his younger brother.

george nodded. "you've been nonstop blabbering 'bout her for hours like a bumbling band of a baboon." he said, making them both break out in laughter at the reference to professor mcgonagall's words.

"with a such a sweet smile, too! makes me think you actually knew where the bloody limp came from." george said, making the other laugh. ron stared at his food in silence, a warm blush creeping up from the back of his neck, creeping up to his ears. noticing their brother's silence, the twins had their mouths agape as they shared a look. "no way."

the surprise reached his eyes, fred looked down and saw the firm hold his brother had on your thigh while you conversed with the person across the table. he looked at ron's smirk as he averted his eyes, making the twins exclaim in disbelief. "bloody hell!"

“I don’t mind,” he said. “Fear can be beautiful. Powerful. It means I affect you. That I matter to you.”

His hand rose, slow and deliberate, fingers brushing your jaw, then sliding up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. He let his touch linger just a little too long, and your breath caught in your throat.

“You trust me, don’t you?” he asked softly, stepping even closer, so your back pressed against the doorframe.

You nodded. Maybe too fast. Maybe not enough.

His lips brushed your temple, featherlight. “Then come here.”

It wasn’t a command, not exactly. But it felt like one. And your legs moved before you could even think.

Your feet moved before your mind caught up. Into the room, into his space, like a moth caught in a flame you knew would burn you. But his voice, that steady murmur that curled under your skin, made it impossible to resist.

Kai didn’t move back. He liked making you come to him.

You stopped just in front of him, uncertain, your fingers brushing the hem of your sleeve. He noticed, of course. He always did. His hand slid around your wrist, slow and careful, not squeezing. Just there.

“So tense,” he said, like it amused him. “Are you afraid of me right now?”

You shook your head again. Another lie. He smiled.

“I like it when you’re honest with me,” he whispered, standing up and stepping behind you now. His hand didn’t leave your wrist. The other ghosted up your side, barely there, just enough to make your breath hitch.

“But I like this too,” he went on. “The way you want to be good for me, even when you're nervous. You’re trying so hard, aren’t you?”

You nodded this time, because your voice felt trapped somewhere behind your ribs.

Kai leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. “That’s why I keep you close.”

His hand slid down your arm, slow and possessive, until his fingers laced with yours. He guided you to sit down on the edge of the bed, then knelt in front of you like it was nothing. Like he was the one being vulnerable.

“You don’t have to be scared,” he said, eyes locked on yours—voice gentle but firm. “I know what you need. I know what you want, even if you don’t say it.”

His fingers traced along your thighs, dragging slow lines over your jeans like he was painting them into memory. You let out a shaky breath.

“Let me take care of you,” Kai murmured, kissing just above your knee. “Let go.”

You felt your body responding even as your mind hesitated. He was pulling you under, like always—but god, it felt good to drown like this.

His fingers paused at the waistband of your jeans. He was watching you again, his eyes sharp and heavy with something unreadable.

But then, just as you braced for him to take over, he leaned back slightly on his heels, one hand trailing up your thigh in a final slow pass before he let go completely.

“No,” he said softly, almost to himself. “Not tonight.”

Your brows pulled together, confused, breath still caught somewhere shallow in your chest.

Kai stood, fluid and unhurried, and sat down on the bed beside you. He leaned back against the headboard, legs slightly spread, arms resting relaxed at his sides. The picture of ease. The kind that felt anything but casual.

“You get on top tonight,” he said, voice low but deliberate.

Your breath stilled.

“What?”

He tilted his head, lips curving into something between a smirk and a challenge. “You heard me.”

Your skin prickled with heat. The nervousness flared in your chest again. You didn’t do that. You weren’t the one in control, especially not with him. But he was watching you with that unwavering gaze, eyes dark and expectant, like he already knew you’d obey.

“You want to please me, don’t you?” he asked quietly. “Then show me.”

The words hit low, sharp, and intoxicating.

He didn’t move to help. Didn’t reach for you again. Just waited — giving you the illusion of power, while still holding all of it in his lap like a loaded weapon.

You swallowed hard and slowly moved to straddle him, your hands bracing on his shoulders. His skin was warm beneath your palms, and his breath hitched, just barely, when your hips settled over his.

Kai’s hands didn’t move. He didn’t even touch you. He just leaned in and brushed his lips along your jaw, speaking against your skin.

“There you go,” he murmured. “That’s my good girl.”

You shivered.

“Now take what you want,” he said, his voice almost reverent—but you could still hear the command laced inside it. “And don’t stop until I tell you.”

You stayed still for a beat, straddling him, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. Your breath caught in your throat when his hands smoothed slowly up your thighs again—not rushing, just feeling. His fingers stopped just at the curve of your waist, and then slid back down, like he wasn’t ready to go any further. Not until you did.

“Take it off,” he murmured, voice just above a whisper. “Let me see you.”

You hesitated. Your fingers trembled as they reached for the hem of your shirt. He watched, eyes dark and unreadable, not touching you now, just waiting.

You started slow. Pulled the fabric up over your stomach, over your chest—exposing more inch by inch. His gaze never faltered. You could feel the heat of it, the way he drank you in like it physically did something to him. When the shirt cleared your head and hit the floor, he exhaled softly, like it was some kind of reverent moment.

“Beautiful,” he said under his breath. “You don’t even know what you do to me, do you?”

You looked away, flustered, but his hand caught your chin and gently guided your face back to his.

“Don’t hide from me,” he whispered. “Not here.”

His fingers slid along the strap of your bra, pushing it down your shoulder, slow and deliberate. “Take this off.”

You nodded—small, shaky.

You sat up, just enough to reach behind yourself and unclasp your bra. The straps slid down you shoulders and the bra joined your shirt on the floor. He didn’t say anything—just looked.

You felt stripped bare in every way.

“Kai…” your voice was a little breathless now, almost unsure.

He leaned in, his lips brushing just below your collarbone. “You’re not scared anymore.”

It wasn’t a question.

You weren’t sure if he was right. Maybe you were scared—but not in the way you used to be. Not in the way that made you want to run. This was something else. A different kind of fire.

Then his hands moved to your hips, and he guided you to shift back slightly. His eyes flicked down to the waistband of your jeans.

“Now,” he said, voice low and almost coaxing, “these.”

You reached for the button, fumbling a little. He didn’t help, didn’t rush you. Just watched you slide them down your legs, then your underwear, with that same sharp, heavy stare.

By the time you climbed back into his lap, fully bare, every nerve in your body was buzzing—exposed, vulnerable, seen. But the way he looked at you…

It didn’t feel like judgment. It felt like possession.

You stayed sitting up, your hands hesitantly running down his chest, to the hem of his shirt, pausing with a silent question.

Kai didn't answer, only looked up at you—anticipating.

You didn't want to disappoint him.

Your fingers tugged up on the fabric, Kai propped himself up on his hands, just enough for you to pull the shirt up before he laid back again.

His abdomen was sculpted, a light dusting of hair trailing downwards, towards the waistband of his sweats. You followed the path with your fingertips, tracing the lines and dips of his body until they reached the waistband.

You hesitated, but only for a moment, before you shifted, settling in between his legs. You grabbed the waistband of his pants and boxers, pulling them down, his cock springing out as they pooled around his ankles.

You wrapped your fingers around him, and Kai let out a quiet breath. Not desperate, amused, like this was entertainment to him. His head tipped back slightly when your mouth brushed against the tip, warm and soft. You started slow, teasing, your tongue circling the head, tasting the salt of him as your hand worked him in rhythm.

“Fuck…” he murmured, more breath than word.

Your lips closed around him fully, easing down inch by inch. His hips shifted subtly, his hand moving to rest on the back of your head—not pushing, not guiding, just claiming.

“You’re doing so well,” he said, voice thick now. “Look at you.”

You glanced up at him, and that did something to him—the sight of you there, eyes wide, lips wrapped around him, made his jaw tighten. His grip in your hair twitched.

You bobbed your head in a steady rhythm, letting your tongue work every sensitive inch, listening to the little shifts in his breath, the quiet groans he barely let slip. You could feel his thighs tense beneath your hands, the way his body started to strain toward you.

But just as his breath hitched and his fingers tightened—just when you thought he might come—he pulled you back.

Hard enough that you gasped a little, spit-slick lips parting, chest heaving.

He looked down at you, flushed and breathless, his cock still twitching in your hand.

“Not like that,” he said, voice rough with restraint. “I want to finish inside you.”

Kai didn’t give you time to recover.

His hands slid beneath your arms, gripping your waist as he pulled you up—not rough, but firm, like he’d decided exactly how this was going to go the second he stopped you.

He sat up just enough to kiss you. Messy and hot, tasting himself on your tongue. “I’m not finished with you.” he mumbled against your lips.

You let him guide you, straddling his hips again. He laid back fully, arms behind his head like he had all the time in the world.

When you reached between your legs to align him with you, his cock still slick with your spit, you both groaned at the contact. His hands slid back to your thighs, gripping tight as you sank down slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried deep inside you.

Your hands braced on his chest, your breath shaky and shallow. He didn’t say anything at first—just looked at you, like he was taking in every twitch of your muscles, every flicker of hesitation, every quiet gasp.

“God damn,” he finally said, voice a little breathless now. “You were made for this.”

"Think I was just made for you." You mumbled with a airy chuckle.

You started to move, rolling your hips gently. He didn’t guide you—not yet. Just let you find your rhythm, his fingers digging into your skin each time you took him deeper. His eyes stayed locked on your face like he didn’t want to miss a second of you falling apart.

The more you moved, the less nervous you felt. His hands stayed on you, one gripping your hip, beginning to guide you up and down, the other digging into your thigh. His chest rose and fell fast beneath your palms, and his jaw clenched every time you clenched around him.

“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, finally letting go of his calm just a little. “You’re so fucking good.”

You moaned when he thrust his hips up, meeting you mid-movement, driving himself deeper. Your pace stuttered, your body already starting to unravel, and that only made him more desperate. More possessive.

He sat up suddenly, arms wrapping around your waist, mouth hot and open against your neck. “Come on,” he murmured. “Give it to me. I want to feel you fall apart on me.”

You rode him faster now, one hand holding his shoulder, your fingers digging into his flesh. The other hand tangled in his hair, and he let you, whispering into your skin, coaxing every sound out of you like a prayer.

When you came, it was with a shudder that wracked through your whole body, a cry pulled from deep in your chest. He held you through it, arms tight around you, fucking up into you until he couldn’t hold back any longer.

With a curse and a groan, he spilled inside you, hips jerking as he buried himself to the hilt.

The two of you stayed tangled like that—panting, trembling, your forehead resting against his.

He laughed softly, breathless, hand smoothing down your back.

“You keep this up,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear, “and I’ll never let you leave this bed again.”

“How did this happen Kai?”

You sigh and run a hand through your hair, utterly baffled by the sight in front of you. Kai thought it was a good idea to ruffle a group of men minding their own business, resulting in them circling him to beat him mercilessly. Kai just smiled at you, blood staining his usually perfectly white teeth.

“It’s all part of my plan baby,”

You turn away, rolling your eyes where he wouldn’t notice, before gathering some gauze and some alcohol swabs. He was your boyfriend, and you adored him, but you questioned his sanity when he did irresponsible, dangerous things like this for what he thought was the “greater good”. You wondered what the point might be if one day, he takes it too far, and won’t even be able to see the difference he’s made.

“Sit still,” you warn, as Kai sat on a chair in front of you at the dining table. He crossed his hands politely in his lap, his smile unwavering as your eyes raked over his face.

“This might sting but- you’ll probably like that,” you snickered, moving to straddle his lap so you could be as close as possible to him.

“Shut up,” he murmured, leaning over to plant a quick kiss on your cheek as his hands sneakily cupped your ass under your oversized shirt. You could never be mad at him for long, even with his face all bruised and his eyebrow cut open, he was still irresistible. But you didn’t want to encourage his destructive behaviour, so he couldn’t know that.

You worked on his face, disinfecting the cut on his brow, and bringing the swab down to his cheekbone. His eyes screwed shut at the aching pain omitting from his beaten face, but he forced himself to open them again just to watch you.

“My pretty girl,” he murmured, his fingers mindlessly toying with the hem of your shirt. You let out a light laugh, leaning over to grab the gauze from the table behind you.

“Kai- I’m serious, you can’t keep doing this,” your smile settles into a thin line, as your eyebrows furrow in concern.

“I’m sorry baby,” he says softly, “I don’t wanna upset you.”

Your face doesn’t falter hearing his apology, but your heart flutters instead. You continue to patch his wounds, and when you’re happy with your work you sit back and crack a small smile.

One of Kai’s hands come up to rest on your cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing over it gently. His other hand is kneading your bare ass cheek, and you can feel the twitch of his cock from under you.

“What are you thinking about Anderson?” You narrow your eyes at him, as his hand continues to massage your ass.

“I can make it up to you…” his lips curve into a small smirk, “make you feel good?”

“I think you need to just rest, you’ve pissed me off, I honestly don’t know what you could do right now to make me feel better,” you say quietly, his fingers on your ass only inching closer to your centre with every second that passed.

“How about I fuck you, I know that’ll make you feel better,” he pulls your panties to the side, your back arching as his fingertips slide across your slick. Kai lifts your shirt to tug it off and takes one of your nipples in his mouth. He suckles on it softly, your eyes closing as you feel the fire begin to burn in the pit of your stomach.

Your eyes open at the realisation of what he’s trying to do, and you move your chest away from his lips. He pouts at you, as you sit practically bare on top of him.

“Enough Kai. Let’s go to bed, you’re hurt and-” your sentence is cut short when Kai’s finger pushes inside you, a gasp leaving your lips instead. Holy fuck, did it feel good as he began to pump it in and out at a steady pace. Kai smiles as you melt under his touch, knowing that he had you in the palm of his hand. His lips return to your other nipple, pleasuring your bare breasts as you begin building friction against his clothed erection.

“Nooo Kai, I’m angry at you,” your tone is firm and certain, but your body is saying otherwise.

“Oh yeah? Is that why you’re so fucking wet right now?” Kai’s finger abandons your pussy, bringing it up to your face and popping it into his mouth. Your eyes widen as he sucks your arousal off his finger. Oh fuck.

“Kai.” You warn, as his hands attach to your sides, his hands caressing the curve to your hips, gripping onto the skin there.

“Yeah baby? Have something to say?” Kai’s lips attach to your neck, sucking the skin harshly into his mouth, leaving open-mouthed kisses to where it meets your shoulder. You try and abstain from letting him know you like it, until a soft moan pushes passed your lips.

“That’s what I wanna hear, those pretty fucking moans,” he muttered against your neck, his fingers returning to your sopping heat, revelling in the way you clench around his fingers.

“Kai, I-”

“Shhh baby,” he sucks a bruise just above your collarbone, “let me take care of you, you always take such good care of me.”

It was impossible to resist him anymore. You found yourself continuing to grind against his crotch, soaking the fabric of his jeans. Every time your clit made blissful contact with Kai it would send another surge of electricity through your core.

Your hands secured tightly to his shoulders, as his finger continued to work in and out of you, small moans escaping your lips as your eyes shut tightly.

“That’s it my girl, you like how my fingers feel? You like when I finger fuck your pretty pussy?”

Kai’s colourful words and questions had you begging for more, allowing him to insert a second finger to assault your pulsing walls. His fingers left you occasionally between thrusts to collect your arousal before pushing back inside you.

“That’s it baby- fuck you’re so tight- rub against my cock, I want you to cum, want you to make a fucking mess,”

“Kai- I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum baby, right on my fingers.”

“Oh fuck.”

The constant friction between you, and the expert curling of Kai’s fingers had the knot in your stomach finally untie, waves of intense pleasure coursing through your body as you reached your peak. Kai groaned as your chest heaved with every breath, and your thighs shook around his, his fingers insistently working you through your orgasm.

You fell in a heap on his lap, your head in his shoulder, your breathing uneven. Kai’s fingers left you, his other hand reaching to move your hair over your shoulder, before tracing small circles on your lower back.

“Hi baby” you hear his deep beautiful voice come out of your phone as you put it up to your ear. Even while out with your friends you missed him, how could you not?

“Hi kai! can you hear me good?” slowly slipping away from the crowd in the bar you trip on your heels, you tried to act as a sober as possible so he wouldn’t know you drank a little too much.

“Yeah, yeah i can. did you see the time yet?” he says with a demanding voice, shit. it was past 10 and you hadn’t even noticed. You look back at your friends waving their hands at you to come back.

“oh, the time? i mean it’s still kinda early and i don’t go out often. Do you think i can stay a bit longer?” you put your finger up to your lips and bite your nail nervously, but it was true. You were a good girl, always obeying his rules and staying true to him and only him.

“hm. Okay fine but not to long, i’ll be waiting for you so no funny business” finally hearing him agree you smile, after all he was your ruler, him saying yes to you felt like a reward. Quickly you reply

“thank you thank you! i’ll be good i promise” As much of a tough guy as he was, you knew how to get into his heart. Your cuteness and even fake innocence always found your way into that man’s love.

“You better be. i’ll see you in a little okay princess?”

“mhm!” you reply instantly and hang up, practically running up to your friends who had a drink waiting for you

“I don’t get why you have to explain yourself to him y/n” one of your friends say as you sit down. Soon they all tag along in teasing you about your relationship “Like yea he’s hot but don’t you even just want to be the dominant one? not have to say where you are and do whatever you want?”

Their words take a while to sink in, you had honestly never thought about your relationship being opposite or different in any way. You loved being his little lamb and good girl, being owned and loved even if it was in his twisted way.

“I don’t know.. i like it the way we are. Plus i could never dominate a man like him.” you say as you sip your drink and start thinking about it, what it would be like to ruin him if you could. Ruin him the way he does you… maybe make him beg. Snapping out of it you finish your drink in one gulp

“I’d give it a try if i were you, i didn’t know i had half the kinks i do now till i tried it. but, Kai is definitely more possessive and all that crazy shit than all out boyfriends combined so it’s up to you girl.” she laughs as you shrug your shoulders and feel your phone vibrate. You read a message from who other than Kai ‘it’s been 30 mins y/n don’t push your limits’

“you know what? i’m gonna do it. it shouldn’t be so hard to dominate a man” you stand up and take a shot glass filled with tequila and down it all. “Wish me luck” you hug them goodbye and walk out the bar feeling like you were invincible. Obviously at the time you didn’t know it was the drinks talking.

‘calm down, i’ll be there in a few.’ you reply as you start your walk, luckily you only loved about 5 minutes away from the apartment. Playing music loud out of your phone, you loved this feeling and you had almost forgotten what it was like to have fun. But like clockwork there’s another message from Kai within seconds

‘just get home you brat’ you read, he wasn’t as mad at you thought he’d be. Brat was like a cute nickname he gave you sometimes, And finally you’re downstairs without even noticing. You take a deep breath as you open the door to your apartment, you see your boyfriend sitting on the couch watching TV. You always knew he was hot but seeing him after the talk with your friends at the bar made you see how bad you wanted to own him. Putting down you bag and walking towards him you straddle him on the couch and push him back.

“I take you by how you look, you drank a lot?” you put your hand on his chin and roll your eyes

“yeah? what about it?” you say as you kiss him roughly, moving your fingers through his hair. If there was one thing you knew about yourself getting drunk is that you get confident and horny. You start grinding against his cock, you smile into the kiss as you felt him get hard in his jeans. You didn’t even feel his hand make his way to your neck slightly choking you.

“And what makes you think it’s okay to talk to me like that-“

“shut up and let me fuck you for once” you cut him off as you slip your dress off through your arms, revealing your lacy red bra to him. You could see the anger displayed on his face but honestly you didn’t care, it only turned you on more. He starts to sit up but you push him back again, you knew he could break you in half if he wanted to so the fact that he was holding back from taking control meant you could do more. You reach down and undo his pants fast before he could even react. or do you thought

“Maybe you let the alcohol get to your head a little you much you fucking brat. You don’t fuck me, I fuck you” he grabs you by your waist lifting you up slightly as he slid your panties to the side. “Dont worry little lamb, i’ll show you who fucks who” he whispered into your ear and ran his fingers down your lips. In that moment you melted instantly, you took his cock out his boxers as you saw his eyes tell you to.

“Aw you’re backing down so fast? even more pathetic than i thought” he said before you could even gather words to say he jerked his hips up finally putting his cock inside your wet pussy causing a moan to leave your lips. One of his hands make his way to your back and take your bra off in a quick motion. After a few jerks up into you he stops

“didnt you want to fuck me? go on, try” your pussy was left throbbing, you knew you could never make yourself feel as good as he did but there you went being his obedient little slut and started riding him. Your thighs shook as you slid up and down his hard cock, you could barley keep the same rhythm.

“I can’t do it kai..” you let out a desperate moan, feeling pathetic.

“Oh you poor girl, it doesn’t feel as good does it?” he placed both his hands on your face caressing you softly before he slapped you across your left cheek, and holding onto your chin after. “look at me and beg me to fuck you, admit you were wrong. You could NEVER dominate me, deep down you know you love being my personal little toy.”

“you’re right, i cant and will never be able to do it like you. You own me and i fucking love it” you bite your lip slowly and place your hands on his shoulders

“Yeah that’s right you fucking slut” His hips jerked up to yours once again fucking you restlessly, your moans filling the room as you leaned your head down on his neck, moaning into his ear. “you love getting fucked till you can’t take it.. you.. love getting ruined by your God” he whispered between thrusts, driving you crazy.

“Oh my god yes kai, i fucking love it, i love you” you whimpered out as your legs began shaking again and your core tightening, your pussy throbbing around his cock. “fuck please let me cum please kai” his hands reached down to your ass, gripping you tight, holding you up so he could fuck you even deeper than you thought was possible.

“yeah you love it, i love you more my little slut but you can’t cum just yet” his free hand runs down to your clit as he rubs small circles around it just perfectly to overstimulate you. Your breathing gets heavy as you feel his cock throb inside you. “this perfect little cunt is all mine, you cum once i tell you do okay?” he whispers and kisses down your neck, his thrust getting harder and moans leaving his lips and into your ears.

“Fucking cum for me now” you felt your body give out as those words left his mouth, leaning completely on him as his arms go around you holding you close as he filled you up with his cum. “This cunt was made to take my fucking loads, oh fuck you feel so perfect when you cum around my cock” you feel his cum dripping out with your juices as he stayed inside you

“kai.. oh fuck you have no idea how much i love being yours. i love it when you mark my pussy with your cum” you whisper as he holds you in his arms, still not pulling out.

“I had to remind you who’s in charge, if i have to slut you out to show you that then i’ll do it a million times till it gets burned into your pretty little head.” he lifted your head up from the crook of his neck and kissed you roughly “And as cute as it was to see you try to even dominate me, don’t ever try that shit again. don’t test me.” his hand wrapped around your neck as he awaited your response “you got it?”

“yes divine ruler i promise” you said as his placed around kiss on your lips and lifted you off his cock with a groan going into your ear. you tried to stand up but with the alcohol in your system and your legs not working properly as your boyfriend had just fucked you like no other.

“come on baby i got you” he carry’s you in his strong arms, you let out a smile as he takes you to the bathroom. “let’s get you washed up, and get us ready for bed” you felt your heart melt, everyone knew kai as a mean stone cold person but with you he was different, you loved these loving moments you got with him. As he got you in the bath you tried to think of what you’d tell your friends tomorrow but quickly get distracted as he gets into the tub with you. his beauty always hit you as if it was your first time seeing him. “you’re so fucking beautiful you know that baby?” he says catching you off guard as you didn’t notice him looking at you the way you were at him.

“youre a different kind of beauty kai. one i could never be” this relationship was all you both could ever want it to be, you could see it in his eyes and he could see it in yours.

Nearly any guy who drank was someone you stayed away from. You avoided bars, you avoided the guys when you knew they would be drinking, you avoided alcohol in every way possible.

When you had started dating Jimmy you knew he wasn’t a heavy drinker, he only drank on special occasions, and even then it was never a ton to the point he was drunk and you had to take care of him.

Though, overtime, when he was drinking it seemed to get a bit worse. Leading up to now.

You nervously looked up from where you sat on the edge of the stage, seeing Jimmy and Paul laughing to each other, both drinking quite heavily.

It was Paul’s birthday and he chose to celebrate with drinks, of course being mindful to not drink too much around you, but Jimmy seemed to forget about that.

You let out a sigh as you saw Jimmy look over at you, his drunken smile only making you more nervous as he walked over.

“Hey, toots..” He spoke softly, putting his half empty beer next to you before settling his hands on your thighs. He absolutely reeked of beer, making you wanna clog your nose or walk away.

“Hey, Jimmy..” You mumbled out, hesitantly reaching a hand up to gently rest it on the side of his face.

He could practically sense your unease, a frown forming on his lips as he rested his chin on your lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You alright, doll?”

You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach at his actions, still worried about how much he was drinking, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you shrugged.

“You’re drinking a lot.. more than you have before.” You mumbled out, glancing away from him for a moment. “I just don’t like it.”

He frowned more as you spoke, pushing his beer away as he moved his body between your legs, his head against your stomach.

“M’sorry..” He spoke softly, looking up at you with a loving and gentle gaze. “I’m just havin’ fun with Paul.”

You smiled slightly at his movements, bringing a hand up to the back of his head, looking down to meet his gaze.

“I know you’re having fun, I feel like I’m ruining that. But you know how I get.”

He nodded quickly, his hands holding your waist for a moment before patting your side and let go of you, moving to hop up and sit on the stage with you.

He let out a huff as he did so, wrapping an arm around you before resting his forehead on top of your head. “I’ll stop.. but you’ve gotta take care of me tonight.” He chuckled softly, planting a kiss to the side of your head.

“You smell like beer.” You grumbled and looked up at him, seeing his smile as he rolled his eyes and leant down to kiss you.

You leaned into the for a second before pulling back, wearing a look of disgust. “You taste like it too..”

He sighed dramatically at your words, burying his face in your neck as he held onto you, shaking his head. “I don’t care.. I just wanna kiss you.”

He rested his chin on your shoulder, giving you a goofy smile while kissing your cheek. “I can’t wait ‘til the beer goes away.”

You tucked your tongue behind your bottom lip while raising your brows, groaning while closing your eyes and ran a hand over your face.

“One kiss. One.”

The second the words left your mouth he instantly pressed his lips to yours, smiling widely while he held your head in his hands.

You couldn’t help but giggle at this, your hand coming up to hold his wrists before he pulled away, your forehead together. “Still tastes like beer.”

"Kyle, honey, come here," you gently call out, placing the laptop on the edge of the bed so you could lay down. You could hear the creak of the floorboards as he slowly ambled to you. He laid down next to you, throwing his arm over you to pull you closer. Stuck in his hold, your hand slapped around until you found the edge of the covers, slinging it over the two of you. You settled in, squirming around until you were comfortable, and then you pressed play.

The plan had been to watch the movie, and then head to bed, but that was ruined when not even ten minutes in he kept shifting. “Ky, what's wrong?” You whisper, tearing your eyes away from the screen to look at him. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth and his eyebrows knit together in discomfort. “H-hurts,” he murmured. You sat up, gently removing the cover from the two of you. “Where does it hurt, kyle?”

He propped himself up until he was sitting on his knees. Confused, you watched silently wondering what he was trying to show you. Maybe he had scraped his leg, or he had a bruise. His lack of motor skills was a major downside of being frankensteined back together. "Here," he grunted, looking down at his pants. You followed his gaze until you were meant with the obvious bulge in his pants. Oh.

Unsure of what to do, you just sat there. Shit. Should you help him? Would helping him be the right thing to do? Seemingly annoyed at your lack of response, he took your hand placing it over his groin. He whined at the desperately needed contact, rolling his hips. "Touch, p-please."

This quickly snaps you out of your thoughts, it’s hard to worry about the consequences when he’s so needy. "Are you sure?" You ask, just to check, accidentally pushing his boundaries was never something you wanted to do. He nods, and you start to unzip his pants. Despite the initial struggle, you're finally able to get his pants down, revealing the blue boxers he had on underneath. His precum stains the fabric, making a sizable dark patch.

"Poor boy, you must be so worked up" you coo, running a finger over the length of it. Kyle's pupils swallow the already deep brown of his eyes as he watches you. Meeting his intense gaze is enough to make you look down again, goosebumps pricking at your skin.

With more zeal than before, your fingers hook the band of his boxers, slowly pulling them down. His cock bounces free, hitting his stomach, and you have to stare for a moment. The tip is flushed pink and precum drips from the slit like a broken faucet. Your eyes slowly trail up his body, from his stomach, to the scar wrapped around his neck, till you're finally looking him in the face. His cheeks are ruddy, his lips parted ever so slightly, and he has this look in his eyes like nothing matters but you at the moment. Maintaining eye contact, you gingerly wrap your fingers around it.

He lets out an airy sigh, that you assume is of relief. You carefully start to move your hand up and down. You watch his eyes slowly flutter shut, and revel in the way pathetic whines begin to fall out of his mouth. To ease the friction, you let a glob of spit dribble onto the tip, using your hand to coat his entire length in your drool. His cock twitches in your hand. He must be close, you think. You work your hand faster, trying to push him to the edge as quickly as you can, but suddenly he's pulling your hand away, shaking his head.

"n-need you," he mewls, finger latching onto the band your shorts trying to tug them down. Throwing all caution to the wind, you oblige. You yank down your shorts and panties, throwing them on the floor. You crawl to him, tossing your legs over his thighs to straddle his lap. His hands fly to your hips, rucking up your oversized shirt to reveal your chest. He stares at you with wide, pleading eyes, silently begging for permission. Once you give a quiet go ahead, he’s instantly taking your nipple into his mouth. It's an odd sensation. His tongue is cool against your warm skin.

You let out a soft whine, and lift a hand to cradle the back of his head. You card your fingers through his hair, while you mutter soft praises, gently rocking yourself against his aching cock, but not letting it slip inside. His arms were wrapped around your middle, pulling you closer to him, like he wanted to be in your skin. You both stay like this for a while, soaking each other in. While it wasn't enough to get you off, you decided that was fine, and instead focused on getting him off. You were trying to make him feel good after all. You could help yourself later.

You were sure he could have came like this, and he seemed to realize that too because he reluctantly wrenched himself away from mouthing at your boob to line his aching cock with your slit. But he was clueless and couldn't quite get it so with a loving smile, you gently took his hand in yours and directed it to where it needed to go.

You slowly sink onto his cock, taking him inch by inch. You got about halfway before you decided to take a second and let yourself adjust to the size. Placing his hands on your hips, he forced you down. You let a startled gasp because of the abrupt fullness. The stretch burns, and he doesn't let you adjust before he begins to buck up into you.

You rest your hands on his shoulders for support, slightly digging your nails in to deal with the ache. You can barely gain your bearings with the way he forces you to bounce on his cock. The pain slowly melts into syrupy sweet pleasure, and everything quickly becomes overwhelming. The sound of his skin on yours, the feeling of his cold tongue on your skin, and the pangs of pleasure shooting through you.

You crash your mouths together because even if you don't want to admit it. You're just as attached to him as he is to you, and the urge to get closer than you already were was becoming unbearable. This kiss is awkward, but you can't bring yourself to mind. Your teeth clack together and your noses keep bumping. His tongue curiously prods into your mouth. Still, you melt into him, letting him explore every inch of you for as long as he'd like. His spit tastes earthy, and surprisingly it isn't that bad. You pull away to breathe, and he follows, pitifully chasing after you like a lost puppy.

His powerful thrusts have devolved into quick, shallow bunny humps, so you take it upon yourself to finish what he started. You place your hands on his chest lightly pushing him back. He doesn't resist, letting himself fall onto his elbows. He looks confused, kiss-swollen lips pulled into the cutest pout. It makes you want to smooch it off of his face. You lift yourself up, and it seems like you're about to pull off, but before his hands could rush back to your hips, you slam back down down.

The sound he lets out is guttural and loud. Your hand slaps over his mouth. He blinks, puzzled. You pull your hand away to press a finger against your lips. “Be quiet, they'll hear us,” you whisper, glancing behind you to make sure nobody is at the door. In the blink of an eye, you're not on top of him anymore. You are on your back now. Stunned, you stare vacantly at the ceiling. His hands grip your hips, sheathing himself back into the warmth of your cunt (when did he learn how to do that without you?)

He starts up that unforgiving pace again, ramming into you so hard the bed is wobbling beneath you. All you can do is take it. Silently praying that your bed will make it through the night. He effortlessly brushes that spongy spot inside of that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. you're quivering beneath him, unraveling like a ball of yarn in his hands. Pleasure sweeping any coherent thoughts away like a hurricane. That familiar ache builds in your stomach. Your cunt clenches around him, begging for release. Everything feels so good, it verges on painful. Your hands latch onto the sheets, holding on for dear life.

Kyle leans down to press wet, slimey kisses on your clavicle, lightly dragging his teeth against your skin. A few more brutal thrusts, and you're digging your nails into his back, softly whining. Your orgasm crashes over you like a current. You bite your lip to muffle the moans that threaten to come out, blinking away unshed tears. After your orgasm subsides, you're instantly being ushered into another one. “s too much, ky, I can't take another,” you hiccup, pressing a hand against Kyle's chest in a feeble attempt at pushing him off. You don't know if he just brushes you off on purpose, or if he did it without realizing because in spite of your pitiful request. His pace sped up.

He's grunting in your ear now, you can feel the hot puffs of air tickling your cheek. Plump tears roll down your face, your body trembling uncontrollably. He cums deep inside you, a blossom of warmth filling you up, but he doesn't stop rutting into you. Fucking it in further. You let out woeful, little squeaks. You're sniveling, and your poor, aching cunt weeps. You feel your second release rushing towards you, and all you can do is brace yourself. He's fucking you like he despises you, and if you didn't know anymore you would have been convinced you were his sworn enemy with the way he was bullying your cunt.

Your orgasm hits you like a strike to gut, somehow more intense than the last. Your back arches off the bed so far that someone might think you're possessed. The bitter taste of iron pervades your mouth. You didn't realize how hard you'd bitten your lip trying to be quiet. (Which is turning out to be an impossible feat, but at least you're trying.) you're gushing around him. Your arousal spills down onto the bed beneath you. You can feel the sheets sticking to your skin, and you remind yourself to lay down a towel or something next time. A few more agonizing seconds pass, and he's finally pulling out of you.

He collapses on top of you, and you take a moment to collect yourself. The icky feeling of laying in a pool of bodily fluids is the only reason you haven't passed out yet.

“Kyle, we gotta get up and take a shower,” you mumble, your body aches and your bones feel like jelly, but you can't go to sleep in these conditions.

He grumbles for a second. “sleep.”

you sigh, “i know, but we're all dirty now. We gotta clean up.” begrudgingly, he peels himself off of you. You get up rather slowly because of how unsteady you were on your feet. You snatch some clothes up for you and Kyle. You haul yourself to the bathroom, dragging Kyle behind you. You turned on the shower, letting the water run until it was warm enough to get in. “C’mon in,” you utter, stepping into the tub. You watch Kyle sluggishly walk to you. He looked so tired. Poor baby.

“Do you want me to help you bathe?” you inquire, quietly. He doesn't respond, just follows you in. He can barely keep his eyes open. You decide it's easier to just wash him instead of trying to wake him up. You grab a washcloth, apply some body wash, and massage it in till it lathers up. You start with his arms, and you can't help but follow all the veins as you travel your way up. Then you moved on to his chest. You could feel the bumps from where his head was sewn back on, your heart ached for him. He didn't deserve such an untimely death. You frown, shaking away those thoughts. He doesn't need your pity.

The rest goes relatively fast. He listens to your request to lift his legs and turn around, so you could reach his back. You speed through washing yourself, so you can get back to bed as soon as you possibly can. Once you’re done, you hop out and dry yourself off. As usual, you help Kyle dry off too. The two of you shuffle off to bed clean and content. You toss a blanket over your sullied sheets, you'll wash them later.