'have you any dreams you'd like to sell?'

sage ౨ৎ - hey readers! this blog is mainly for writing, but every now and then, i'll shitpost my fanart.

current fandoms i'm into: dc, stranger things, teen wolf, rivals, challengers, emily henry universe, obx (just rafe tho), bollywood generally

celebs i love: josh o'connor! ranveer singh! hudson williams! arjun rampal! logan lerman! sabrina carpenter! avantika! lucy liu!

requests ✧˖° requests are open! i don't write non-con, incest, or real person fics.

sage's songs ♫⋆ a collection of music i'm loving right now + lots of tracks that inspire my writing and art <3

ᝰ masterlist ᝰ

steve rogers

'Wanna Bet?' - you believe that you can resist having sex longer than your boyfriend steve can. he thinks the same. so naturally, the two of enter a bet to declare a winner.

rafe cameron

Sugar Talking - when you catch rafe running his mouth about your relationship to his friends, you make him apologize, on his knees, with his filthy mouth.

charlie baker

Ophelia - charlie baker is your best friend's older brother. despite the intense attraction that lives between you two, charlie keeps denying himself what he really wants.

justin russo

Love Spell - justin casts a spell to heat up the lair, but he ends up putting his girlfriend in heat.

synopsis: charlie baker is your best friend's older brother. despite the intense attraction that lives between you two, charlie keeps denying himself what he really wants.

warnings: 18+, angst, smut, fluff, porn with plot

word count: 4.5k

author’s note: lol i wrote this months after i said i would, but it has finally come to fruition. there is a kinda dubious interpretation of hamlet and ophelia in this, but it's been a while since i read that play, so just pick up what i'm putting down. also lowk if you've never watched cheaper by the dozen, you can def still read this, all you need to know is that charlie is a small town fb player who hates the new city his parents moved to.

Charlie Baker hates Evanston. He hates the douchey guys and their neverending jabs about his small town hickness. He hates his new football team, not that he ever cared much for football in the first place. He hates how his parents are never home, how things keep changing despite the promises that they wouldn’t. Perhaps most of all, he hates that when he’s by himself, trying to relax in the most intimate way he knows how, the only image that pops into his head is his younger sister’s best friend. 

It wasn’t always like this. At first, Charlie was happy that his sister was adjusting so much better than he was to the move. He was glad that Lorraine had such a good friend like you. But what he didn’t understand was why you had to be over at their house all the time in your short skirts and tight tops, licking on your bubblegum lollipops in such a manner that makes him feel guilty for looking. 

You provoked him in the most unfamiliar of ways. Charlie had never seen anyone like you, so preppy and accessorized. He never thought that a city girl like you could be his type, but the more he tried to deny it, the stronger his attraction grew. You were a Y2K barbie incarnate, entirely untamable and undeniable all at once. He knew his way around the timid girls of Midland, but you were bold and brash, marching to the beat of your own drums in four inch pumps. Charlie felt his small town naivety exposed under your bedazzled light, and it scared him. It scared him how he couldn’t go a day without running through thoughts of your laugh, your perfect hair, that perfume you wear, your legs… 

On the other side of the equation was the image of coolness and control. You knew exactly what you were doing. The first day the Bakers’ started at your school, you met Charlie. He sat next to you Western Lit, and you swore you fell in love at first sight. His shaggy dark brown hair paired with the most perfect face you had ever seen. The way his bicep swelled when he curled his arm. He never even glanced your way, his brooding persona taking center stage, but that sure didn’t stop you from stealing your fair share of looks. 

Later in the week, you met the sweetest girl in your art class, Lorraine, which soon led to the discovery that your new friend and destined lover were in fact siblings. 

On one the first occurrences of your now regularly scheduled hangouts at the Baker house, you inquired to Lorraine about Charlie.

“What’s your brother's deal?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, he’s so closed off. He never talks to anyone in class. It doesn’t seem like he has any friends. Is he just really introverted?”

“No, Charlie used to be outgoing, before the move. He just hates it here. Honestly, I think as soon as he graduates he's gonna go back to Midland and marry Beth.”

“Beth?” You inquired further.

“She's his ex. All I know is that they are on a break because Beth didn’t want to do long distance, but he still visits her all the time. Anyways, do you still think you can bedazzle my phone like yours?”

You pensively thought about Charlie. You wanted him so badly, but can any girl really get a guy that doesn’t want to be got? 

“Of course! Hand it over.” If anyone could, it was you. Whether Charlie knew it or not, you were a girl who tended to get what you wanted, and it was poor judgement to put your resolve to the test. Try as he might to detach all claws from the city, this city girl desperately wanted to sink her claws into him. 

You had always possessed a preference for a more provocative palette of garment, but the outfits you concocted at the Baker’s house were a different breed of man-eating excellence. You put all of your moves of seduction on the table from bending over in your low rise jeans lace thong combo and batting your eyelashes intently as you said hi to him. 

You liked to stay for dinner if the Bakers could manage one more. You loved Lorraine and Charlie’s younger siblings, and they seemed to like you too. You were talkative, attentive, and shiny, like a flower in full bloom. Every now and then, you made everyone laugh, and you got to collect a mental image of Charlie’s perfect smile and rosy cheeks.

Your progress in your mission felt stagnant, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t find it irritating. You have never had this much trouble with any guy, but Charlie’s walls were put up with the strongest cement. 

You noticed Charlie’s eyes on you from afar, but no matter how thick the air, he never approached the bench. For Charlie, the distance helped wane the growing tension, but hell broke loose when you closed the gap. You and Charlie had Western Lit together first period, a class often skipped by Charlie so he could (according to Lorraine’s investigations) go visit his friends back home in Midland. Despite his delinquency, you - kindly and without ulterior motive - packed his missing assignments when you headed to the Baker house and offered to help him with them. 

“Hi!” You say, bubbly as ever, peering into his room.

Charlie jumps up at the sound of your voice filling up his space.“Oh, hi. Sorry, Lorraine isn’t home. I think she has a club meeting.” He sits up in his bed, staring at you with his big eyes.

“I know! I was actually here to see you,” You sound nervous, an emotion that Charlie didn’t know you could feel. You unfortunately were nervous, at this point, the man usually asks you out. You never had to play a card as vulnerable as this one to spend time with someone. If Charlie wasn’t a real life Superman, you would be ridiculing your own desperation. “I have your English assignments from when you were absent. It’s crazy how you always seem to get sick during first period.” You sarcastically tease. Charlie laughs and flashes his sharp canine. Your heart gets tight.

“Thanks for bringing them.” He grabs the papers from your grasp. “I haven’t read Hamlet, but I guess I have to figure out who Ophelia is,” He replies, scanning the worksheet over.

“I can help you if you want,” You offer with rehearsed nonchalance.

Charlie knows he should say no. He knows having you any closer, past the doorway and into his room, will cross a line, and yet, “Yeah, that would be really great, thanks.”

Your voice is sweet and soft as you explain Shakespeare to him, and Charlie is beating himself up for staring down your shirt. You feel his eyes flicker on and off your body, like his head and heart are battling for control.

You are lying down on his bed, stomach down, reviewing your notes. Charlie sits up leaning against the headboard huge fucking sprawled out. You bite the inside of the cheek to calm down.

You were sucking on a light pink lollipop, bubblegum, the only flavor you really like. 

“Every time I see you, you always have a sucker in your mouth,” Charlie observes.

“Oh yeah, it’s kind of embarrassing. I have an oral fixation, and I used to bite my nails but then I would ruin the polish, so I switched to lollipops. Better and sweeter than torturing my hands.”

“Oral fixation?” He questions further.

“Basically, it’s like- uh, I like having something to do with my mouth.” You pop the sucker back into your mouth, lips puckered around the tip. 

Charlie almost chokes, desperately trying to ignore the elephant-sized innuendo in the room. He pivots back to English.

“I’m confused. Why is Hamlet saying he doesn’t love Ophelia all of a sudden.”

“Mm, there are lots of different analyses on the scene. Negatively, we can argue that his misogyny and her betrayal leads him to fall out of love, but on the contrary, one could say that Hamlet pushes Ophelia away to protect her from his descent into madness, the murder he will commit.”

“To spare her heart from being broken?” Charlie prompts tenderly.

“Right, exactly.” You stare at one another, his wandering gaze settles on your lips. Suddenly a ruckus from downstairs emerges followed by a screech or two from the younger Bakers. 

It pulls the both of you out of the lavender haze. “Should we check on them?” You let out a concerned chuckle.

“I think Nora's taking care of them, at least attempting to. Sorry my house is so loud. It has only gotten louder since we moved to Evanston.” He heaves a tired sigh. 

“No, I like it! My house is really quiet. Lots of stuff, not so many people,” You tone softens.

“Parents not home often?” You shake your head no.

“I feel that. My mom is gone on a book tour, and my dad, God, he’s so busy he doesn’t even know where I am half the time. Everything has just gone to shit since we moved here,” Charlie scoffs in annoyance.

“Not to blame you, but don’t you think adjusting would be slightly easier if you tried? Tried to let people in just a little?” You sit up, eye level with him. “You’re so solitary, and you have all of this anger inside. I just think you need to release all this pent up frustration.” You stretched your arms up and out as you said, your chest out beaming out in a sunshiney motion. The stretch caused your shirt to lift up and reveal your shining belly button piercing. 

“And what would be a good way to release my pent up frustration?” He looked at you with half lidded eyes, flickering between your lips and piercing.

You take his hand and place it on your stomach. His thumb brushes the jewelry with feather light touches. Your body shivers at his cold hand on your warm body. You keep pushing his hand to employ further, pushing it under your shirt. Charlie takes initiative, cupping the underside of your breast. 

“Fuck,, you’re not wearing a bra?” He raises an eyebrow. 

You shake your head no again. Charlie gropes your tit completely, rolling the bead of your nipple with his finger. “Ah- Charlie,” You moan. He pinches your nipple, his face peppered in cruel fascination as you whine for him. You tilt your head back, biting your lip. 

“Hey girl! I saw your car parked outside! Where are you?” A muffled voice shouts from the end of the hall.

Fuck, Lorraine. You scramble off of the bed. Lorraine eventually finds you in Charlie’s room with immediate suspicion entering her mind. Recognition quickly followed when she saw the sprawled out English papers. 

“God, you're such a good person. She’s even trying to help you graduate, dumbass,” Lorraine joked at Charlie as she threw her car keys back at him. They landed on the precarious pillow covering his crotch. You followed her out of the room with a startled smile on your face.

Charlie is rock hard, and all it took was barely touching your chest to get him there. He feels like the biggest pervert as he slips his dick out, knowing you are right in the other room. He tries to convince himself that it’s been a long time, that he misses Beth - all futile lies of self preservation when all he can imagine is your cute little body writhing on top of him. It doesn’t take too much time until he’s right there, whispering your name to himself, one hand stroking his cock, caressing his chest and body, coming in thick white streaks. He was utterly fucked.

On a particularly sunshine filled day, after Charlie dropped everyone off at school, he got back on the road to ditch first period and head anywhere other than Evanston. You were corrupting his mind, and Charlie needed to clear it. As he tries to make his escape out of town, Charlie sees you hobbling toward school in your cute kitten heels and ruffled skirt that makes your ass look incredible. 

He pulls over to the side of the road to inquire. “What happened to you?”

“My car broke down this morning, and no one could give me a ride,” you shrug your shoulders, ever the optimist. “Let me guess, you’re skipping?”

“How did you know?” He jests, flashing his million dollar smile.

“You’re not gonna graduate? You know that, right?” You jest back, the banter that always edges on flirting between the two of you.

“Well maybe that future isn’t what I have in mind,” he suggests.

You don't know how to respond to that loaded statement.

“I’m gonna get going. I think I can still make the last half of first period.”

“Why don’t you play hooky with me?” The words leave his mouth before he has a chance to stop them. Unsupervised time with you is a dangerous testament to Charlie’s self control.

“Really? Where are you headed?”

“Well, I was gonna go to Midland,” 

You scoff, “You are never going to like it here if you keep going home. I know where we could go, do you trust me?” You hop into the car.

“Do I have another option?” You shake your head.

As you direct him to the outer border of Evanston, Charlie quickly realizes you are taking to a private corner of a local lake. 

“I don't have my swim trunks,” Charlie warns as he pulls into a sketchy alcove.

“Who needs swimsuits to swim in a lake?” You look him dead in the eyes, a freshly opened lollipop in between your blushed lips. Charlie swallows heavily at your insinuation.

You guide Charlie to a secluded beach area, your own secret slice of Evanston.

“Isn’t it pretty?” You smile at Charlie.

“Yeah, it's beautiful," He said, staring right into your eyes.

You run in front of him onto the small dock protruding into the water. You kick off your heels, and then your blouse, followed by your skirt. Charlie, shocked, stutters and attempts to turn around for privacy, but he’s already biting down on his fist from the view of your body in nothing but a lace set. 

“You getting in?” You shout out from the water.

“You are fucking crazy,” Charlie laughs. He pulls his shirt off, and the sun shines softly on his abs. You attempt subtly in your efforts to check him out, but your eyes widen at his perfect body. Then, his pants came off, and you caught the exceedingly large dick print he threw your way. 

Charlie cannonballs in with an obnoxiously large splash, one only the eldest boy of 10 siblings could truly master. You shriek and he beams his toothy grin at you before he swims closer. You’re treading the water, but his feet reach the bottom. Suddenly, the mood shifts from light and fun to thick with tension as you both realize how palpably close your bodies are. You feel the heat radiate from his body. You reach out to put your hand on his chest. Before you get the chance, Charlie dives back into the water.

“Race me to the far-side dock!” Charlie shouts as he comes back up for air. 

“Not fair! You have a head start!” You chase after him.

Both of you know it was a shallow attempt to pretend that you were not about to kiss, but you’ve fallen for him too hard that you’ll play by his rules if it means you still get to play the game.

You guys tire out in the lake, avoiding any other terse, charged moments. But the issue with sexual tension is that the wait only makes its eventual release so much stronger. 

Charlie gets a tarp out of his car to lay on the small lakeside beach. You lie down, still in your underwear, letting the sun dry your skin and clothes. Charlie lays down next to you. You lay on your side, and Charlie turns to meet you. Your hair is all in your face, and Charlie reaches his hand out, brushing the strands gently to the side. Instead of retreating back, he lets his hand linger on your cheek. You look at the soft expression brushed upon his face, and you can’t help but close the gap.

You slide closer and kiss him, releasing every emotion you had held in your bones. You felt him tense up at the shock of first contact. You’re overly eager, gripping his face, straining him of oxygen, clashing your teeth against his by mistake. Charlie can feel you shaking, and he can't tell if it’s the cold lake water or the nerves of your confession.

He breaks apart from your lips. You prepare yourself for rejection, the final nail in the coffin of your unrequited love. You let a deep sigh out, desperately trying to search for an explanation to save face. Right as you are about to speak,

“God damn it,” Charlie crashes his lips into yours. He cradles your face between his hands. You moan into his mouth. You opened the floodgates when you kissed him, and now, there was no way he was going back.

He grabbed your waist and pulled for you to move on top of him. You yipped at the feeling of being manhandled by his big hands. He sucks on your tongue sweetly before moving down to your neck. Charlie had deprived himself for so long he was overwhelmed with the choices of your body. 

Ever the gentleman, Charlie’s hands didn’t wander far from your waist and neck. But you soon felt him get hard through his thin stretch briefs. You rise up, cradling his hips. He’s on his back, and you're positioned as if you're riding him. You start grinding against him back and forth.

“Fuck! Please baby,” He begs for reprieve.

You take his hands, put them on your hips, guiding him to rock you back and forth, to let him use you how he wants. You run your hands on his body. You touch his abs, run your fingers up his chest, stretching your arms out to his biceps. 

“Gosh, Charlie, you’re so big,” you were working yourself up as you tell him all the things you’ve fantasized about him. “Just kept wishing you would just take me and fuck me, ah,” 

You keep grinding down on him at a frenzied pace, much faster than the slow pace he set for himself to keep from cumming in his briefs.

He flips you onto your back, gently, aware of the hard sand. Once you're settled, Charlie pins your hands above your head.

“You’re being a brat, taking more than I'm giving you,” he whispers into your ear, tightening his grip on your wrists.

“I want all of you,” You moan out as you try to raise your hips to meet Charlie's body.

“God, you are so spoiled,” he laughs mockingly.

He kisses you, and the restricted movement is agonizing. He moves down to your chest, enclosed in pink lace, moving one hand down from your wrists to cup your breast. Charlie slides his hand back to the hook. He raises an eyebrow, asking with his eyes before he unclips it. You nod rapidly. Even if someone were to come to this side of the lake on a weekday, you found the idea of being caught with Charlie to be exciting. Something about not being able to have him for this long made you possessive. You wanted everyone to know that he was yours.

“Keep your hands up. Don't move them,” Charlie warned as he indulged both hands to knead your tits. “I have some unfinished business here,” It makes you laugh, your laugh which was quickly interrupted with Charlie’s mouth on your nipple, licking the nub before biting down on it. The sucking and popping sounds were driving you just as crazy as the touches to your sensitive nipples.

Charlie’s kisses continue south, and they settle on your tummy. “You’re piercing drives me crazy, never met a girl with one before,” his eyes haze over in lust. 

“Yeah, you like it?”

“I love it,” He licks a spot next to your belly button before sucking and leaving a mark. He makes his way down further.

“Can I?” He asks tugging on your lace thong.

“Please, Charlie,” He slipped it off completely.

Charlie kisses your clit, wanting so badly to make you feel good. He licks up and down gingerly. Your body quivers in anticipation. Suddenly, he spits harshly before taking his big hand and smearing the combined wetness all over your pussy.

“Ah! Fuck, I-”  You yell our for him, and he answers with a long finger pushing against your g-spot. 

“More, Charlie please,”

“You got it baby,” He puts one more in while rubbing your clit. His face comes back up to meet yours. Your feet are wrapped around Charlie’s back at this point, digging your heels into the smalls of his back.

“Why are you waiting, just fuck me already. I need it,” You whine out.

“You're not ready yet.” He opposes. Charlie shoved a third finger inside as he licked your ear. He felt the initial tightness, but when he felt his finger comfortably go in and out, he knew you were ready.

Charlie got off of you completely, standing up to take his briefs off. You could feel your jaw drop unconsciously at the sight of it, his cock looked so deliciously heavy. You wanted it in your mouth, feel the weight of it on your tongue. You wanted him to slap your face with it, the possibilities were endless, but right now you need him to fuck your fluttering pussy. 

He lowers himself back down. “I don't have a condom…”

“I’m on birth control,” You reassure him, “But don’t cum inside,” you ask. He nods and smiles before he kisses you. 

He slips it in and you bite down on his shoulder to steady yourself. 

“Don't move!” You screech at him when he pushes into the hilt. You let the sting subside before you push out and up against him, giving him the signal to start fucking you. 

His words matched his pace. At first, his thrusts were slow and soft. He gushed about how pretty you were. He nuzzled his face into your neck and whined your name into your skin.

“You always smell so sweet,” He licks a stripe down your neck. “So pretty, so perfect,” You were getting worked up fast as you got used to his size. 

You start thrashing yourself against his body, impaling yourself on his staff at a brutal rhythm.

“Oh- Fuck, you can’t just-” Charlie lifted his chest off your body, grabbing your hips down with one hand. You were too far gone. Charlie readjusted your bodies, he got on his knees, and lifted your hips to meet him himself.

“You want it like this? Huh? You want it rough?” He taunted as he set a punishing pace. Charlie moved closer, your ankles resting on his shoulders.

“This is what you wanted all along isn’t it? All those short skirts, fuck.”

“Yes, Charlie, just you, wanted you!” Your head threw back in pleasure. 

“Tortured me for weeks,” He thrusted harder, letting go of all the tension between the two of you.

“Dreamt about this, better than anything I could’ve imagined,” His pace falters, and you could feel him get close. He puts his hand back on your clit, pushing you over the edge.

“Kiss me, please,” You beg.

You come breathing shared air, a painfully intimate experience.

“I'm gonna cum!” He pulls out frantically, and with a few strokes, releases on your chest. Charlie collapses on your legs, dead tired from the physical exertion.

You prop yourself up on your elbow and giggle at his spent form. He stares at you as you swipe his load off your chest with your finger and suck it off of your finger. You savor as though it's sweeter than any bubblegum lollipop.

“You’re deranged,” Charlie looks like he’s about to pass out from pleasure. 

Charlie wipes you off with his t-shirt, letting you know he has a spare in the car. He gestures for you to come close so he can wipe you down, kissing your forehead afterwards. You clean up and put your clothes back on while he remains shirtless in blue jeans, straight out of a Calvin Klein ad.

You led the way back to the car, and Charlie followed close behind. Despite your physical confession, your mind was racing a million revolutions per second. Does he even want to be with you? Maybe your attraction to him was purely physical in the beginning, but your heart couldn’t handle the rejection now. You were quiet and pensive, a rarity of your personality.

As you both go in the car, Charlie sensed your unease.

“I’m pretty awful at telling people what I want.” He breaks the unbearable silence.

You lift your sunken head up from the passenger seat to meet his eye. He hadn’t started the car yet.

“My dad, he loves football and always wanted me to play, so I did. But, I don’t love it, I barely even like it if I’m being honest. Um, anyways even though I’m old enough to tell him what I want, I think sometimes I figure that it’s safe to do what he wants, that I should stick with the path I know.”

You nod in understanding, but you stay shriveled into yourself, bracing for impact.

He continues, “And I think it was like that with my life back in Midland. There was a clear path I could take there, and it suited me so I stuck to it. I tried to deny that I could like Evanston at all so it would be black and white when I chose to go back,” He turned to face you, squeezed your hand. “I didn’t want to let you in when I thought I was just gonna leave and hurt you.”

“Spare my heart from being broken?” Charlie lets out his grin at your Hamlet callback.

“Yes, exactly, I want to be honest with myself, with you. I want you, it scares me, but I do.”

You are embarrassingly emotional at his confession. You leap out of the passenger seat into Charlie’s lap, peppering kisses all over his face, an overeagerness Charlie is excited to receive.

“So, what do you say we have dinner at the Baker household?” Charlie suggests.

“Do you guys have room for one more?”

“Always,” Charlie says with resolve he hasn’t had in ages.

Your phone buzzes. You have 5 new texts from Lorraine.

I know ur w/ charlie 

Covered for his ass

You both owe me

Have fun ;)

Not too much fun…

“Who is it?” Charlie asks.

“Let’s just say, your sister might kill us when we get back.” 

"put your lovin' where you mouth is, your sugar talking isn't working tonight..."

synopsis: when you catch rafe running his mouth about your relationship to his friends, you make him apologize, on his knees, with his tongue.

warnings: 18+, female receiving oral, angst, smut

word count: 2.3k

author’s note: holy shit i feel like a sadist bc of how attracted i am to teary rafe

Despite only dating for a little more than a month, Rafe and you fell hard and fast for each other. He makes you feel safe like no man ever has, never failing to reciprocate your affection. The two of you had your differences; Rafe was beloved by his peers and a golden boy to his elders, and you were relatively unknown, shy, and nervous. But, being next to him was like you were finally living life for all it could be. Holding his hand, sitting in his lap, hugging him - it cleared your head better than anything in the world. 

Simply put, Rafe took care of you: emotionally, physically, sexually. Oh my god, did he take care of that. The sex was unreal. You always thought that you never had a particularly high libido, but with Rafe, you felt like a starved wolf in desperate need of some thick meat. In just a month, Rafe must have taken you in hundreds of combinations of sex positions and locations through Tannyhill. His cock, his fingers, his abs, his body belonged to you, and you weren’t shy to show him. Rafe knew he could have you wet and panting for him in less than five minutes and boy, did he abuse it.

Friday night, Rafe and you head out to a party. You were a little nervous. Rafe had a much, much bigger social circle than yours, and your whole life, it was always intimidating being the outsider looking in. But now, you had Rafe by your side, and everything felt so easy when he was next to you. 

You and Rafe take a shot together, you play as his partner in beer pong, and you sit in his lap while the two of you chat with his friends. When your favorite song comes on, you pull Rafe in to dance. Your back is flush with his chest when Rafe grabs your hips and grinds on your ass.

‘Rafe!’

‘What baby? I thought you wanted to dance?’

You blush brightly, ‘We’re in public,’ you whisper meekly in his ear.

‘And? Everyone knows you’re mine.’ He flashes a smile that makes your knees buckle. You turn to face him and give him a loving kiss when Topper taps Rafe’s shoulder. Topper slides a little white baggie into Rafe’s hands and gestures upstairs.

“I'm gonna go with the guys for a little, baby. Okay?” You nod yes, and Rafe leaves with a chaste peck on your lips. 

Suddenly, it’s cold, and you’re all alone in a sea of strangers, floating off without your anchor. You pour yourself a strong drink and linger awkwardly in conversation with kook girls who don’t want to know you because you aren’t one of them, wondering how much longer until you can be back home with your boyfriend. 

You glance longingly upstairs. You know better than to interrupt Rafe when he’s with the guys. You know they’re skiing in there, and you know Rafe doesn’t want you around all of that, but what can you do? You miss him.

The alcohol has given you unearned confidence as you stumble upstairs to the door, slightly cracked open.

“Rafe, what’s going on with you and that chick?” Topper asks. You stop dead in your tracks, peering inside from the shadows. ‘That chick’, who the fuck does Topper think he is talking about you that way? 

“What do you mean?” Rafe asks. Topper scoffs and the guys’ agreements resonate throughout the room. 

“I don’t know how you put up with that shit,” 

“Didya see her bend over in that dress? That’s how Rafe is putting up with her clingy ass.”

“Yeah her pussy better be worth it because, damn she doesn’t let you breathe for a second man. Why is she always up on you?” 

Rafe stayed silent. Why is he letting them berate you like this? Say something, asshole.

“Naw, rafe’s pussywhipped. Where’s your fucking collar cause I think you’re her bitch now?” Kelce claims to howling laughter from the boys.

Rafe finally speaks up. ‘Finally, he’ll set them straight, thank god’, you believe.

 “Oh fuck you guys, it’s not even like that, we’re just having some fun. And while you guys jerk yourselves off every night, I'm getting the best neck in OBX,” Rafe snorts another line while he daps up the other guys, relishing in their cheers.  

You can’t stop the tears from running down your face. You sprint to the bathroom, sobbing hysterically. Rafe meant the world to you, and you thought what the two of you shared was the real thing, but apparently you were just some chick that gave good head who was stupid enough to believe sweet nothings Rafe Cameron whispered into your ears. 

You have to get out of this house. You clean yourself up and head back downstairs, trying to get an uber back to your apartment.

“Baby! Are you ready to go?” You jump back at the sound of Rafe’s voice as he comes down the stairs. You swallow the lump in your throat and smile. You can’t break down in public. Rafe doesn’t even know you overheard his conversation. You nod yes, you were planning on staying at Tannyhill this weekend before you found out your entire relationship was a joke.

“Let’s go home baby” You follow him meekly, arms crossed, not taking his outstretched hand into your own. You get in the uber Rafe bought, looking out the window, not having spoken a word.

“Are you ok baby? Is something wrong?”

“No it’s fine, I'm just tired.” How could you even bring it up without the entire relationship falling apart?

By the time you get home, you’re in an almost catatonic state. Rafe sneaks up from behind you and starts kissing your neck, sliding his large hand under the bottom of your dress. You shake him off of you with the lump in your throat growing.

“Come on baby, let me be close to you,” he says in a hush, soft tone that you can barely even recognize anymore. When you step out of his touch again, he finally asks you what’s wrong.

You snap. “‘Let me be close to you?’ I thought I was suffocating you? And that, we’re barely even together, right? Just some easy pussy for you,” You head over to the kitchen to get a glass of water to cool your increasingly hot head.

Your back is turned to him as he desperately follows your fast pace across the mansion. Tears well in your eyes as you yell at him, unable to face him in your fit of rage and desperate sadness.

“I can’t live without you, Rafe? You couldn’t last a day without me! You're the one who can’t fall asleep without a goodnight voice memo from me. You’re the one who checks my location and calls me every 5 minutes when I’m out. And you are the one who practically begged for me to move all my shit into your house so I’d never have to go back home!”

You finally turn around to face him as you chug your glass of water and wipe the tears off your face.

The silence is heavy between you two, but you can see the visible tears in Rafe’s eyes. He steps a little closer, and you put your hand on his chest, setting your boundary. He chokes out an apology, timidly speaking with his head down, ashamed. 

Rafe is biting his nails with a furrow in his brows, thoroughly wrecked with anxiety. He thought you were downstairs. He thought he was just saving face in front of his friends, spitting meaningless guy talk. But, you did hear him, and you thought that he meant what he said, and now, Rafe realizes that he couldn’t care less about his ego or persona if it costs him the woman he loves.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I-I don’t know why I get like that when I’m with them. I said such fucking awful things,” He chokes on his words, barely holding down a sob brewing in his throat. “I guess I just know how completely in love I am with you, and if I let those guys know that, then it’s gonna be so much more embarrassing when I fuck this up and you eventually leave me.”

“And should I?”, you cup his chin in your hand and make him look you dead in the eyes, teardrops staining his cheeks.

“Should you what?”

“Leave you.” You really should end things. This two-faced thing is a clear warning sign of a rocky future, but he was looking at you with those blue eyes, those pouty lips, curling into you so that your faces were exactly eye level. He read the consternation splayed out on your face, and clutched your hands into his.

“I'll do anything to make it up to you, sweetheart.” His eyes shifted to a crazy desperation. He begins nuzzling his face into your neck like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to be this close to you. And he’s whimpering so close to your ear, it's driving you insane. You’re so upset with him. You’ve never been this angry before in your life, but your traitorous body is so fucking turned on that if Rafe doesn’t touch you in the next five minutes, you might implode.

“You wanna make it up to me, right?” You yank him by his hair, pulling his head back.

“Yes, yes, yes, anything you want, baby, anything,” He’s getting ahead of himself, gripping your hips and rutting himself against your body. 

“Then you are going to get on your knees on this cold, kitchen floor, and you are going to make me cum harder than you ever have before.”

Rafe sinks to his knees, his eyes never leaving your fiery gaze. You strip off your dress, leaving Rafe with the sacred image of you in your lacy panties. Rafe plants his hot breath and warm tongue on your sensitive pussy through your underwear, already moaning like a madman. You place your right foot on Rafe’s shoulder, gripping his hair and pushing his face further into your folds. Rafe clutches your ass tightly and you onto his mouth, lightly nipping at your clit through the thin fabric. 

“Fuck me,” you moan out as your head throws back in pleasure.

Eager to please, Rafe strips your panties off and winds you up all over again, kissing from your ankles to licking your inner thighs. He runs his fingers through your leaking pussy. “You’re so fucking wet, it’s unreal,” His eyes fully entranced with your glistening folds that he keeps playing with, never fully touching where you desperately need him to. Just when you were practically on the verge of tears, Rafe sucked on your clit and stuffed two fingers into your tight cunt.

You gasp loudly, with one hand shooting to cover the debaucherous moan exiting your mouth and the other bracing the counter. His fingers keep rocking your back and forth, in and out, and as he licks your clit, Rafe whimpers out the softest apologies.

“I’m so sorry, baby. P-please, don’t leave me, I need this,” He licks you whole, “can’t live without this pussy.”

“God, Rafe, you’re mine,” You preach as you swivel your hips on his thrusting fingers. “Say it, say who you belong to.”

“You, babygirl. I belong to you sweetheart.”

“Yeah, you need me?”

“I couldn’t live without you. I can barely breathe without you,” Rafe quickens his pace, and you feel like you’re floating. “I’d do anything for you, god, I’d kill for you.” He pistons his fingers in just right, and you’re practically screaming.

“I need that fucking mouth right now,” you gasp out.

Rafe doesn’t need to be told twice. You moaned with ferocity and immediately dug your hands in back in Rafe’s hair, shoving your pussy into his face with no regard to his breathing. Rafe felt assured that oxygen was optional as long you kept making those pretty sounds.

“Holy fucking shit! Rafe!” He flattened his tongue, completely covering your pussy, letting you take whatever you needed from him. He brought his hand back up to your clit, rubbing hard and fast. Rafe kept making so much noise while eating you out, devolving into a whimpering, moaning mess as if somehow he was experiencing more pleasure than you were in that moment.

Rafe knew you were close, “Please, sweetheart, give it to me.” 

You let go, coming so hard that your knees almost give out from the sensation. Rafe catches your legs and supports you up, still kneeling on the ground. His face was stained with tears and your wetness, and you were getting worked up all over again just looking at him. He rises with a desperate need to kiss you. Rafe captures your mouth, assuaging all the worry and anger away. 

“I promise I will never hurt you in any way again.”

“You better not Rafe. You’re on thin ice.”

“Did I do a good job? Made you cum hard?” He leaned in for a smug kiss.

“Yeah, the best neck in OBX in fact,” Rafe’s face turns a bright red.

You glance down at Rafe’s ridiculously hard cock strained in his jeans and look back up to see his face lit up with desire. 

“I’m really tired. I’m gonna get ready for bed.”

“Wait, are you not gonna, ” Rafe adjusts himself in his pants, “like, help me out here?” A clear disappointment strewn across his face.

synopsis: you believe that you can resist having sex longer than your boyfriend steve can. he thinks the same. so naturally, the two of enter a bet to declare a winner.

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“I have a good question guys,” Sam said eagerly, “What is the longest period of time y’all have gone for without having sex?” Murmurs and giggles spread through the group as everyone thought about it, and it wasn’t long until the circle made its way back to you and Steve.

Tony had thrown a huge party in Stark Tower, and by 3 am, the party had dwindled to only close friends and significant others. You sat on top of Steve as you two shared an arm chair, sweetly cuddling underneath a warm blanket. Everyone was swapping stories, and the conversations took a different turn when Natasha asked where was the craziest place everyone had sex in. It was your turn after Cap.

“I had to get used to my body after being brought out of the cryogenic sleep, so I waited a year before I went all the way again,” he said shyly. You smiled at him lovingly, and with all this talk about sex, you were getting increasingly hot and bothered. You placed a hand behind your back, and underneath the blanket, you rubbed Steve’s length over his jeans. He stared at you in shock and desperately tried not to show his pleasure on his face.

You continued the chain of stories, talking without any recognition of what you were doing to your boyfriend. “When I was 19 and traveling, I joined a Buddhist monastery in Tibet, and I stayed there for the whole year. So, I guess that means we’re tied Steve.” As you said his name, you placed more pressure on his cock, and he bit down on the inside of his mouth to hold back a moan.

Suddenly, he took your hand, pulled the blanket off, and announced to the room that it was getting late, and it was time for your departure. Surprised but excited for what was coming next, the two of you quickly exchanged goodbyes with everyone before racing out of the room.Steve couldn’t wait till you got home, so he pulled you into a storage closet nearby. His hulking mass in the storage closet was quite a sight to see. He pulled you into an all consuming kiss, desperately trying to savor each moment you were in his arms. He grabs your ass and pulls you up against his bulge, making you moan as you place your hand in his hair to kiss him again. 

“Are you gonna take responsibility for what you started?” He teased as he took your hand and placed it against his clothed crotch.

“I always finish the things I start,” You said in response, slowly dropping to your knees and pulling down his jeans. 

You placed soft kisses on his cock through his boxers, and he groaned loudly. “I can’t believe you went a year without this. I don’t think you could even last a week now with the way you’re always pouncing on me,” he chuckled to himself.

“Says the one who always has raging hard-ons. Don’t act like you could go without sex either.” You said while pulling his dick out of his boxer and licking a long stripe from the base to the tip, making Cap send his head back, hitting a shelf of cleaning supplies.  

“You wanna bet? Let’s see who can go without it longer.” You stared at him in awe. He was about to get the best blowjob of his life, and he was throwing it all away.

“Seriously? You want to do this right now, seconds before I put your dick in my mouth?”

“Well, if you think you can’t win…” Steve’s competitive nature was winning in a battle with his personal pleasure.

“Oh don’t worry I know I’ll win, but we need some ground rules” You said with a smirk. You got up on your feet and put Steve’s cock back into his pants.

“Okay, well, no sex with each other or anybody else of course.” You rolled your eyes at that last part as if you or Cap could ever be unfaithful.

“No touching yourself either,” You tack on, making the bet far harder, “And what are the stakes for our little bet?”

“Let’s say that whoever wins can ask for whatever they want in bed, ‘fulfill my fantasy’ sort of thing,” 

“Ok, but you should start thinking about all the things I’m gonna do to you when I win,” you said with a gleaming, cocky smile. 

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself. I’m a very hard package to resist.” Cap’s body betrayed him though seeing as he was getting harder thinking about all the depraved acts you would commit.

“Well I’m not the one who has to deal with an unresolved erection for the rest of the night.” You walked out of the storage closet, letting Steve get a glimpse of your ass in a miniskirt and stockings. This was going to be fun…

Day One

Steve and you slept as far as you could from each other the night before to prevent any inappropriate behavior. Steve had issues with grinding, and you were the owner of two wandering hands. When you woke up, Steve had already gone for his 5 am morning workout (the behavior of someone completely unstable), which gave you plenty of time to get ready for a day of sexually-charged, mental torture for your man. You put on your skimpiest pair of panties and one of Steve’s dress shirts. You made breakfast for the two of you to enjoy, knowing that he would be back any minute now. You in his clothes and homemade pancakes, how could anyone resist?

You were not going to win this bet. Steve entered the apartment, sweaty and in the sluttiest workout clothes known to man. The skin tight shirt that encompassed his torso, shining light on every muscle (especially his pecs), and his short workout shorts that made you think of the one place on his body you couldn’t have but desperately wanted, all worked together to drive you absolutely insane. On any regular occasion, you would have been dragged into the shower, moaning like a bitch in heat with Steve’s cock shoved deep into your pussy, and your tits pressed against the glass doors. You quickly snapped out of your day dream to be met with Steve banging his head against the kitchen counter. 

“OMG, Steve! Stop! What is wrong with you!?” You rushed to pull his head off the countertop.

“You made my favorite breakfast, and you’re wearing my clothes. This bet is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Does that mean you concede?”

“No way. I saw the way you were staring at me. You’ll cave.” Your pussy was aching, and all you wanted was for him to touch you. Did you really have such little resolve? “I’m gonna take a shower, then we’ll eat.” 

Steve took a very cold shower, yet he was still unsuccessful from distracting himself from your body. Sitting across from you was pure torture.  

You kept moaning while you ate, taking whipped cream to your mouth, dragging it across your mouth, letting sweet noises slip when you finally swallowed. You teased him about his very visible erection, but things were no better on your side. Your thighs clenched when you saw Steve come out of the bathroom with only a towel loosely draped around his hips. Today was going to be the longest day of your life.

Day 4

“Steve?” You quietly whisper in his ear next to him in bed. 

“What baby? It’s the middle of the night.” He stares at you in your light blue babydoll night gown as you sit up and crawl on top of him. 

“I give up. You win. Please, just touch me.” You beg as you run your hands down Steve’s hard chest and rub your pussy against his even harder cock.

“You don’t have to tell me twice, baby,” Steve swiftly springs up and flips you onto your back. He rips your nightgown off of you, tosses your legs over his shoulders, and slips his fat cock in your dripping pussy with ease.

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart, this pussy is goddamn vice, sucking me in.” Maybe it was the wait, but he felt like a virgin all over again. He pounded away, harder and faster, to the sound of your moans.

“Steve! I love you, Steve!” Your pussy spasmed as your orgasm ran through you, shockwaves through your body.

“Honey, I’m right there with you. I'm gonna —“ 

“*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*”

“Steve wake the fuck up! Your alarm has been going off for like 5 minutes,” you groan, fully awake now.

“Oh god, I’m sorry baby” Steve is completely out of it. It was just a dream. The bet was still on. You didn’t concede. He was still experiencing the agonizing, pride-powered punishment that was this bet. And even worse, his boxers were soaked in his cum from the first wet dream he has had since 1940. 

“Well, I’m up too now, so I might as well join you on your run,” You get up and turn on the lights, stretching your limbs in that fucking nightgown.

Steve is still in bed, fully covered by the sheets. “Are you not getting up, Cap?” You look at him, confused and concerned.

“Yeah, I’m just not feeling well.” Steve never got sick, why was he acting so weird?

“You? Sick?” You stalk towards him, eyeing him suspiciously up and down. His grip on the sheets tightened and his face turned cherry red. 

“Steve? Why are you being weird?” He folds instantly under your lukewarm detective gaze. He lifts the sheets and shows his cum-stained boxers. You burst out laughing.

“Can you not? It’s a natural bodily function, and I haven’t been able to release it any other way, have I?!” You are doubled over in hysteric laughter, and Steve is absolutely mortified.

“Oh god, you came in your pants like a fucking teenager. This bet must really be taking a toll on you, Steve.”

“I’m in it to win it baby. Don’t think I don’t notice you squeezing your harlot thighs together. You want me just as bad as I want you.” Steve pipes, though a poor attempt at leveling the playing field when he literally came just at the thought of you.

You lean into his ear and whisper softly, “You know Steve, I was gonna give up today. I was gonna let you fuck me anywhere and everywhere in this apartment. I was gonna let you make me cum on your cock, on your tongue, on your abs until the only thing I could remember was your name and God.” His smug arrogance turned into a pathetic whimper at your words. 

You look into his eyes with your impossibly seductive glare. “But now, I think winning would be so much more fun…” 

You get up and strut off, stripping off your nightgown as you head to the bathroom, leaving Steve with a perfect view of your ass and another hard on to wish away. 

Day 10

Revenge was a cruel, cruel beast. Steve has stopped shaving, and his stubble had wild effects on you. You could only imagine him kissing the side of your neck, the stubble scratching your inner thigh, the roughness of his kiss when he’s thrusting into you.  

In other news, he began wearing down right villainous attire to bed. That night you walk into your shared bedroom, and he’s spreading his large body out, reading his book before bed. Hair messy, beard, and his thick cock just staring back at you through a pair of grey sweatpants.

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart” Fuck, you were staring. But it was impossible not to when he looked like a beast, and you desperately wanted to be fucked like a wild animal. 

“Sit next to me. We can start my new book together,” he gestured to the spot next to him on the bed, stretching his arm out for a potential cuddle. You cautiously put a line of pillow between his body and yours, not taking any chances of contact. You can’t be trusted in your current state.

Things felt safe, and then he started reading. Steve’s deep, husky voice sent vibrations through your body, even more so in your heightened state. And the fact that he had his glasses on reading before bed, there could not be a more attractive man on this earth. 

You bury yourself into your pillow and groan loudly, desperately trying to mitigate the agonizing toll this bet was taking on you. You’re kicking and whining, a battle between the loving you desperately want and the dignity that you’ll do anything to maintain.

“Sweetie? Why are you acting like a brat? You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” Steve cruelly taunts at your display, yet you can’t help your traitorous pussy from fluttering. He pinches your cheeks together, “Need an answer, baby”

You are helpless to Steve’s dominance, “I’m your good girl…” He rewards you with a chaste kiss to your lips. 

“So be quiet, and listen to me read.” Steve smirked at your helpless, jittering form. The power went to his head a little; Even if there wasn’t sex, he still knew that he could get you all dumb. You are gonna break any day now…

Day 25

Part of what attracted Steve to you was his stubbornness. His determination to an end goal was so admirable. Steve loved that about you too, how headstrong you were, a mini bulldozer towards anything in your path. And now that mix of shared pride and power has gotten you two almost a month into this stupid fucking bet.

On Day 25, you both were stretched thin. This bet was going to come to an end tonight, the only question was what would deliver the final blow. 

You got home first, tired from the work week. You do your favorite thing to do when Steve is out on missions: you go through the old photo albums. 

You had some new photos to add. Due to the bet, date nights were at a record high. Nights usually spent having sex were spent talking or going out as a couple. But god did you miss Steve. You loved looking at the old pictures. Photobooth strips from your first date, Halloween, a couple's trip to Montana, it all brought you back to his familiar presence. You skip to the oldest section of your shared album, the Steve you never knew, Steve before he came to you. You softly graze the pouch where he keeps his old dog tags and his sweet recruitment photo.

“I’m home sweetie!” Steve returned home with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a little love note tied onto the ribbon. After putting them away, he snuggles up next to you, catching you looking at the photo album.

“God, why are you looking at my old photos, ” He goes to shut the book out of embarrassment. 

“What! No, you were so cute,” you counter.

‘Don’t lie, it's ok,’ he laughs.

‘I’m not lying, Steve. Don’t get me wrong, the body is nice and all, but I would love you at any time, in any universe,’ you solemnly swear. You put his dog tags on, “I’m yours completely, you know that right?”

The silence lingers for a second, and you can’t help what happens next. You crash into him. If your pride is the cost of showing Steve how much you love him, so be it, you’ll surrender.

The kiss was rough and messy, and you immediately moved to straddle Steve. As soon the two of you made contact, Steve grabbed your hips and grinded them down into his hard dick.

“Steve! Oh my god! Ah,” Fuck, you missed this bad. Steve was gripping onto you so hard you could already see the bruise that would dress your skin tomorrow morning. He couldn’t wait any longer, tossing you over his shoulder as he brought the two of you into the bedroom.

Steve stripped you bare as you tugged his t-shirt and belt off. Once naked, he pushed you down into the pillow, hovering over you in a plank, kissing your lips eagerly. 

“No more waiting, Steve. I need you inside, now.” You sternly say with the body language of a restless slut. Back arched, head tilted back, one hand playing with your tits as the other cups your pussy, all while you beg Steve to fuck you raw. If he wasn’t fucking you in the next five seconds, he would come just at the sight of his perfect girlfriend transforming into a grade A whore.

“I need you too, baby. I don’t know how I ever went so long without this pussy.” He pushes your thighs apart and slowly eases into you, trying to give you time to adjust, but you immediately push up, taking his full length in one fell swoop, clit rubbing against his hair.

“B-baby, fuck! That’s how you want it? Hard and fast?” You simply whimper at his words, you loved it when you made him curse. “Ok, but don’t try and run away when I remind you who this pussy belongs to.”  You should be scared. A month of unrealized sexual energy from the super soldier was about to be unleashed onto your tight cunt, but it just made you wetter and bolder. You clenched your pussy around Cap’s cock.

He quickly raised your legs over his shoulders and began fucking you into a mating press. You were moaning like bitch in heat, his hard cock pulsing in and out of you at a godly rate.

“You like that? Oh my sweet girl, you’re so perfect,” Cap leaned in for a kiss that devolved into intense levels of sin fast. You opened your mouth wide, sucking on his tongue and moaning into his mouth, and he rewarded you by spanking your ass. You buried your face into his neck as tears began to form in your eyes.

“No, no hiding. Keep your eyes on me, sweetie.” He gripped your cheeks and hungrily gazed at you, pupils so blown out that his blue eyes were nearly consumed by the black center.

“Cap -ah! I can feel it in my fucking womb!” You press down on the bulge Steve made in your stomach, and his pace falters. He whimpers. He's gonna come and he needs to get you there too. 

Steve ruthlessly assaults your pussy. His thick, heavy balls smack against your pussy, filled with a month’s worth of cum. He shoves two fingers into your mouth, and you drool all over them, nice and sloppy. He puts those two fingers up to your clit and jackhammers against it until you’re screaming his name.

“STEVE! Holy shit! Ah– fuck me, I’m gonna cum-” 

“I’m right there too, honey”

“Please, cum inside Steve, need you to fill me up!”

“It’s a big fucking load, honey. Gonna cum so deep into your perfect little pussy. Fuck, you’re gonna feel me for days,”

Your toe-curling orgasm came as you milked his cock dry. Steve moaning and shaking on top of you as breathlessly gasped through the shocks of pleasure. He stayed in you while you peppered his entire face with kisses of affection and gratitude for the most incredible ending to the stupidest bet you have ever agreed to. 

Steve eased out of you and cleaned you up with a soft towel.

“Damn, I guess you won, Steve. I caved first.” You graciously accepted defeat.

“Not exactly,” Steve confessed. He got up to retrieve the note from the bouquet he bought you.

You are the only person I could ever surrender to. You win. - Love, Steve

“I was ready to give myself to you hours before you threw yourself onto me,” Steve bashfully admitted. You kiss your beautifully earnest boyfriend.

synopsis: justin casts a spell to heat up the lair, but he ends up putting his girlfriend in heat.

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“That was such a good movie! The actor was so cute,” you harp.

“But not as cute as me…” Justin suggests.

“Never as cute as you.” You shine that warm smile that made Justin fall for you in the first place.

Late at night, Justin and you choose to spend your time in the lair where you don’t have to worry about noise or family antics.

“I’m freezing. Why was it like -20 degrees out there?” Justin hugs you and rubs his arms against your sides, attempting to conjure some friction heat. 

“Still not warm enough?” He glances down at your shivering body. “ Do you want me to start a fire?” You nod, face buried in his chest, cradled in his warm embrace.

Justin lets you go, rummaging through the bookshelves for some magical item or spell to warm the place up. He finds a thin hardcover with a drawing of a flame on the outside. He opens to a random page, and it seems like it’ll do the trick.

Fire, fire, a spark, a flame

Light her, light her, set her ablaze

“Damn, it didn’t work. That’s so weird. I think there’s some lighter fluid and matches in the sub shop. I’ll be right back.” Justin walks out, but you aren’t so sure you need a fire because your body starts to heat up.  

Your cheeks flush red, your clothes feel so uncomfortable, your breasts feel tender, and your pussy is pulsing like crazy. All of the sensations are too much, like a hunger eating you alive. Your thighs twitch together as you strip down to just your tank top. Justin reenters to find you panting with your arm between thighs, grinding back and forth. He raked your body up and down: how your nipples peaked through your tight shirt, how luscious your lips looked, and how your eyes burned with a desire he had never seen before. Justin stared for a second too long before the sound of your tearful whines snapped him out of it. 

Justin immediately goes into panic mode, punching himself for lusting over you while you’re in pain. He goes to caress you. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Are you okay? What happened?”

Tears in your eyes, you plead. “Justin… ahhh,, I don’t know what’s happening to me. One second, I was completely normal, and now, I’m in heat like an animal or something. It’s taking over me,” You pant and nuzzle your face into the crevice of his neck, smelling his scent to ground yourself.

“Heat?” Justin looks at you with a concerned frown as he frames your face with his hands. “Baby, you’re burning up. Let me get you some medicine.” But, the second Justin tried to get up, you pulled him back down next to you with strength he had never witnessed before.

You look him straight in the eyes, your words breathy yet stern. “No. Justin please, please. I know I sound crazy, but..  Fuck,, right now, I need you.” You jut your tits out, squeezing them between your arms. “My body needs you.” 

Justin sees the spark in your eyes and can’t resist. He crashes his lips into you. You moan into his mouth in the most desperate way, and his cock throbs, hardening with each movement of your tongues intertwined. You move to straddle him, grinding against him and finally feeling his bulge against your aching cunt, granting the first wave of any real relief. Even through his thick denim, you know it’s so fucking big. 

You're on top of him, writhing, just trying to fuck him through his jeans, grinding your pussy so damn hard he think he might come right then and there. He’s trying to hold you down but you’re like a woman possessed. Your clothes feel unbearably tight, and you rip off your sticky tank top and yoga pants until all you’re left in is a soaked pair of cotton panties. Justin thinks he might faint, but then you beg in his ear for him to take you.

Justin just about loses it.

Justin flips you, your back flush against the couch. He strips down to just his boxers, and your head spins just looking at his dick print. He planks on top of you, face to face but too far for you to feel his hard body against yours. His eyes are darker than they were before and you feel him scan your body up and down. You try to thrust and meet his cock, but he pins your hips down with one arm against your pelvis. You whine and sob as you wriggle underneath Justin’s perfect body.

‘Fuck me,’ he heaves, ‘You’ll let me make it better?’ 

His hand caresses your face, wiping away tears of frustration. His fingers moved down tracing your breasts and hardened nipples. They keep going until he slips them under your panties and cups your pussy. You gasp at the sudden sensation.

Justin moans, ‘goddamn, you’re soaked.’ He runs his fingers up and down through folds, grazing your clit. You lean into him, and his body falls down as he begins to mouth at your breasts. He shoves two fingers in with ease.

‘Does that feel good?’

‘Yes! Harder, please!’ You moan with the anticipation of release.

He jackhammers you. Fingers thrusting in and out, clit rubbed in harsh circles with his beautifully calloused hands. 

‘Im gonna cum!’

‘Please, baby, do it,’ he kisses your collarbone and brushes his face along yours, breathing into your ear.

He hears your heightened breath. You scream his name as you cum on his fingers. Justin begins to recite spells in his head so he doesn’t burst on the spot. 

You're still squirming, the spell isn’t broken just yet. He still needs to fuck you. You go on all fours, ass out, head down.

‘I still need you to make it better,’ you plead in a small, shy voice, the total opposite of the obscenity before him as you curved your back and rub your ass against his covered cock. 

You watch him as he takes his boxers off, getting a glimpse of his perfect cock. He rubs himself through your folds before he sticks the tip in. “This is ok?”

God, he’s such a gentleman, but right now you needed to be fucked. Hard. He seems to get the memo because as soon as you nod yes, he slams his dick in so hard his heavy balls slap against your ass making a delicious sound. 

“Thank you Justin, thank you, thank you!” The appreciation spurs him on. Justin fucks you deeper with each praise you give him. He’s in control, your body at his complete will as he grips your hips and kneads your ass, but the second you push back on his dick, taking it as deep as it can go, Justin stutters and whines.

“Baby, you’re gonna -fuck... Kill me,” his voice a needy gasp begging for reprieve. 

You keep getting wetter with every delicious sound he makes.

“Please tell me you’re close, please. Oh god, I’d do anything for you. Fuck,, I’d give up magic in a heartbeat to have this pussy every night.” Justin pulls you up, your back to his chest, and turns your face to kiss you like it’s the last time he ever will. “You’re the best thing I've ever had. I love you.” 

Tears brim your eyes as your climax approaches. Justin's big arms are wrapped around you, the only thing keeping you steady. You’re throwing yourself back onto him over and over again, possessed by desire. Justin reaches around and hammers your clit.

“I’m gonna…” your orgasm has you seeing stars. You almost black out from the pleasure of it all. Your nails have dug so far deep into Justin’s skin, but you’re both too gone to notice.

“Fuck me, you’re shaking. It was good? Tell me I did good baby,” 

“So good, Justin,” you say with a peck to his lips, and with that, he lets himself cum, shooting his thick, hot cum inside.

He sits you on his lap and kisses all over your face, wiping your body down with a throw blanket on the lair’s couch.

“You feel better now, angel?”

“Yes, so much better. I don’t even know what that was, all I knew was that you were the only thing that could help me.” 

He lets you off of his lap, puts his boxers on, and goes to check out the bookshelf. Why didn’t the spell start the fire? He wrangles out a folded book jacket shoved behind the other books.

‘Spells to Heat up the Bedroom’

“Well, at least now we know how it happened,” you playfully disarm.