Dairy Of A Sweetheart

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Smut - 𓆩♡𓆪 Fluff- 𐙚 angst-✰

Malachi Barton

Smut - 𓆩♡𓆪 Fluff- 𐙚 angst-✰

Let me rest 𓆩♡𓆪

What do we have here 𓆩♡𓆪

Can’t look away 𓆩♡𓆪

Uncomfortable 𐙚

Blurbs

Giraffe plush

Walker scobell

Smut - 𓆩♡𓆪 Fluff- 𐙚 angst-✰

To be continued…..

Percy Jackson + Luke castellan

Smut - 𓆩♡𓆪 Fluff- 𐙚 angst-✰

To be continued….

Credits to whoever fanfic I read that was similar to this!

“Why’d you suddenly go all quiet on me, huh?”

Malachi was drenched in sweat, breathing hard from the intense heat wrapping around us. He paused mid-thrust, giving himself a second to catch his breath while checking on me.

My wide eyes locked onto his almost made him lose control and start grinding into my fluttering heat again, but he forced himself to think clearly for a moment instead of letting his body take over.

“I can’t… not when he’s watching us,” I whispered, so softly he nearly missed it.

“Uh—what?” His eyes widened in confusion, wondering who the hell I was talking about. For a split second he actually thought someone might be spying on us.

He tried glancing toward the window, but the curtains were tightly drawn—like they always were when he pulled me into bed like this.

“Baby, I don’t know what you’re talking about… please,” he murmured, clearly struggling to hold back.

I was driving him crazy, saying something so random while he was barely hanging onto his last shred of control. He didn’t want to pull out, but he needed to understand.

Blushing hard under his intense stare, I shyly pointed toward the side of the bed. There sat the giant giraffe plushie I’d gotten him at a Carnaval, staring right at us like it was taking in every single detail.

Malachi let out a soft laugh as he followed my finger, then dropped his forehead gently against mine. Of course… it was the damn giraffe.

“But baby,” he teased, slowly rolling his hips again and drawing a shaky breath from me, “I kinda like it when he watches me take care of his mommy, hm?”

“Malachi!” I gasped.

He chuckled. “Alright, alright… fine.”

With obvious reluctance—because pulling out of my warmth was the last thing he wanted—he reached over and lazily turned the big giraffe around so it faced the wall.

“Better now?” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, letting me melt into the sweet moment for just a second before his touch turned hungry again, leaving me gasping and clutching at him.

“Yeah… that’s it. Let me hear you, pretty girl…”

I was trying so hard to stay quiet, but Malachi wasn’t making it easy.

His fingers were buried deep inside me, curling just right with every slow thrust while his tongue flicked over my clit in lazy, teasing circles. The wet sounds felt way too loud in the dim light of his bedroom. My thighs trembled around his shoulders as I bit down hard on my lip, fighting back the moan that kept threatening to spill out.

“Malachi… your mom’s downstairs,” I babbled breathlessly, my voice barely audible. The thought of her hearing us made my stomach twist with nerves, even as heat pooled between my legs.

He pulled back just enough to look up at me, lips shiny and eyes dark with want. A cocky little smirk tugged at his mouth as he curled his fingers again, pressing against that spot that made my back arch.

“Then you better stay quiet for me, baby,” he murmured, voice low and husky. “Unless you want her to know how good I’m making you feel…”

Before I could even respond, his mouth was back on me - hot, eager, and relentless. He sucked gently on my clit while his fingers pumped faster, coaxing me closer and closer. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, hips twitching helplessly as I tried to muffle my whimpers into the pillow.

Every lick and curl pushed me further, the risk making everything feel even more intense. Malachi groaned softly against me like he couldn’t get enough, clearly loving how soaked and desperate I was for him.

I was barely holding it together, teetering right on the edge, when he looked up again with that mischievous glint in his eyes.

“C’mon, pretty girl… let go for me. I’ve got

Uncomfortable

Loosely inspired by thinking of you cover by Lizzie McAlpine

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I’d landed my dream role.

Playing Annabeth Chase on Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

I loved everything about it — the action scenes, the late nights on set, the cast constantly making each other laugh between takes. It all felt unreal in the best possible way. Ever since I was younger, this was the role I had dreamed about getting, and now I was actually living it.

The cast made it even better. Everyone got along so easily, especially me and Walker Scobell. He was funny, joyful, and somehow always managed to make everyone on set laugh even during stressful filming days.

But there was one problem. I had to act in love with him. And if you’d ever read the books, you already knew what that meant. Percy and Annabeth kissed. Which meant me and Walker had to kiss too.

Now normally, kissing scenes weren’t a huge deal in acting. My boyfriend, Malachi Barton, understood that better than anyone because he was an actor too. He’d done scenes like this before — fake relationships, hand holding, even kissing scenes. He knew how filming worked.

But knowing something logically and actually seeing it were two completely different things.

Which was how we ended up here. Me and Walker stood in front of the cameras while crew members moved around us adjusting lights and fixing microphones.

The entire set was quiet with anticipation because everyone knew how important this scene was. Off to the side, Malachi stood near the monitors watching silently.

“Action.”

Walker stepped closer to me, his hand resting carefully on my waist exactly like the script said. Then he pulled me in. And as he pulled me in, I was disgusted with myself.

Disgusted with the fact that I had to kiss another boy while my boyfriend stood off set watching. A boy who Malachi was friends with, no less.

Walker kissed me softly, acting perfectly for the cameras while my stomach twisted painfully with guilt. To anyone watching the show later, it would probably look romantic — emotional even. But all I could think about was Malachi.

“Cut!”

The second the director yelled it, I pulled away quickly. Around us, the crew seemed excited about how the scene turned out, but I barely paid attention. My eyes immediately searched for Malachi.

He stood there with his arms crossed tightly over his chest, jaw clenched as he stared toward the floor for a second before looking back at me. I could tell he hated seeing it. Even if he understood it. Even if he’d been through the exact same thing himself before. And somehow that made me feel even worse.

Later that afternoon, we sat alone inside my trailer. The muffled sounds of people working outside filled the silence between us while I nervously played with the sleeve of my hoodie. Malachi sat beside me on the couch, leaning back with his head tilted toward the ceiling.

“I didn’t want to kiss him, you know,” I whispered.

Malachi looked over at me immediately, his expression softening. “I know, baby,” he said quietly. “I promise, I know.”

“But you hated it.”

He let out a small breathy laugh. “Yeah. I kinda did.”

I looked down guiltily.

“Hey,” he said quickly, moving closer. “Don’t do that.”

“But you were upset.”

“Because I’m your boyfriend,” he said softly. “Not because I’m mad at you.” His fingers intertwined with mine. “I’ve done scenes like that before too, remember? I know what it’s like.” He gave me a small smile. “You think I liked filming kissing scenes when you had to watch?”

I groaned quietly, covering my face. “Don’t remind me.”

Malachi laughed softly for the first time all night. “It’s part of the job,” he continued. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

I leaned against him, resting my head on his shoulder. “Still felt horrible.”

His arm wrapped around my waist instantly, pulling me closer against him. “Well,” he murmured, “if it makes you feel any better…”

I looked up at him.

“I think I deserve a real kiss after having to watch that.”

A laugh escaped me despite everything. “Oh, you do?”

“Mhm. Compensation.”

I rolled my eyes affectionately. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah,” he grinned, “but you love me anyway.”

Before I could answer, his hand gently tilted my chin upward and his lips met mine. And unlike the kiss on set, this one felt real. No cameras. No scripts. No directors yelling instructions. Just him.

I melted into the kiss almost instantly, my hands tangling in the front of his hoodie while his arms tightened around my waist protectively. Every bit of guilt and tension disappeared the longer he kissed me.

When we finally pulled apart, both of us breathless, Malachi rested his forehead against mine with a soft smile. “See?” he whispered. “Way better than Walker.”

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The movie was loud.

Some random action movie with nonstop explosions played on the TV in Malachi’s living room. But I wasn’t paying attention to it anymore. I was curled up against Malachi on the couch, my head resting near his shoulder, pretending to watch the screen.

My eyes kept slipping down to his hands. They rested on his thigh. His long fingers were relaxed, and the veins on the back of his hand stood out every time he flexed them a little. I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

I watched his thumb slowly rub along the edge of his phone case. Something warm pooled low in my stomach. It really felt like I couldn’t look away.

Of course, he noticed. He always notices.

A quiet laugh vibrated through his chest. “You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?” I mumbled, forcing my gaze back to the TV.

“Staring at my hands like you wanna eat them.” His voice was cocky and amused. He lifted his right hand and slowly curled his fingers, showing them off on purpose. “What’s going on in that pretty little head, baby? You got a hand kink or something?”

My face burned. “Shut up, Malachi. That’s not funny.”

He grinned, that smug little smile that made my heart stutter. Before I could say anything else, he shifted forward, grabbed my waist with both hands, and pulled me toward him. “C’mere.”

I let out a surprised breath as he guided me over his lap. My knees settled on either side of his thighs, straddling him on the couch. The position felt intimate immediately — my chest close to his, his face right there.

His hands stayed on my hips, holding me steady as I adjusted. “Better,” he said, his voice lower now. One of his hands slid up my back, then back down, slipping under the hem of my loose shorts.

“Now I can see how bad you’re blushing.” His fingers traced along the curve of my ass, then moved between my legs from the front, rubbing me over my panties. “And how wet you are.”

I sucked in a sharp breath. Being spread over his lap like this made everything feel more exposed. His fingers pressed firmer, stroking me through the thin fabric until I was rocking against his hand without thinking.

“Malachi…” I whispered, gripping his shoulders.

“Yeah?” He smirked, eyes half-lidded as he watched my face. “You like being up here? Where I can feel you grinding on me?”

I nodded, too embarrassed to speak. He hooked his fingers into my panties and pulled them to the side. Cool air hit my slick skin for a second before his fingers were on me again — two this time, sliding up and down my folds, spreading the wetness.

The rough pads of his fingertips felt so much more intense in this position. He circled my clit, making my thighs tense around his hips. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he murmured, sounding way too pleased with himself. “All that just from staring at my hands? Damn, baby, didn’t know my hands looked that good.”

“Shut up,” I breathed, but it came out shaky. He chuckled and pushed one long finger inside me slowly. The stretch made me exhale hard against his neck. He curled it immediately, pressing right into that spot that made my toes curl.

The angle was perfect like this — deeper, more direct. Every little movement of his finger sent warm sparks through my belly. He added a second finger, pumping them steadily while his thumb found my clit again.

The wet sounds were obvious now, quiet little noises every time his fingers slid in and out. I could feel his knuckles brushing against me, the way his hand flexed between my thighs. My hips started moving on their own, rocking down to meet his thrusts.

“That’s it,” he said against my ear, his voice rough. “Doing so good, baby. You look so pretty.”

The pressure built fast. Every curl of his fingers, every slow grind of his thumb on my clit, every tiny shift of his wrist — it all stacked on top of each other. My walls fluttered around his fingers, squeezing tight as the heat coiled tighter in my core.

“Malachi — fuck — I’m close,” I gasped, burying my face in his shoulder.

“Good. Come on my hand, baby.” He picked up the pace, fingers thrusting deeper, thumb pressing firmer circles. “There she is,” he murmured softly.

It hit me hard. My thighs shook around his lap as the orgasm crashed through me. I moaned into his neck, pulsing and clenching around his fingers while he kept moving them, dragging it out. Little aftershocks kept twitching through me.

“Atta girl,” he praised. My whole body felt warm and shaky, like I couldn’t hold myself up anymore.

He finally slowed, then gently pulled his fingers out. “You did so good for me, baby,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.

“Mhm,” I breathed.

I could feel how wet his fingers were as he rested his hand on my thigh. He brought them up between us, showing me the shine on his skin with that cocky smirk again.

“So next time you wanna stare at my hands,” he said, voice low and teasing, “just say so. I’ll put them to better use, yeah?”

I laughed breathlessly and lightly smacked his chest, still straddling his lap, heart racing. “You’re the worst.”

He just grinned wider and pulled me closer. “You love it.”

Yeah, he’s right. I do love it.

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Will you quit fuckin’ tossing around?” Malachi mutters groggily from his side of the bed. He is clearly irritated because I keep shifting restlessly beside him.

No matter how hard I try, I can’t quiet my racing mind enough to fall asleep.

I whisper a soft “sorry.” My face burns with embarrassment. He buries his head further into the pillow. His bare back rises and falls calmly.

I can’t help looking at him again. His messy curls fall across his forehead.

His lips have a soft pout. Just seeing him makes my heart race and creates a deep throbbing ache between my legs.

The urge to kiss him is strong. Heat spreads through my belly. I press my thighs together but it only makes things worse.

My nipples harden against my shirt. My body feels hotter and more desperate.

My hand drifts down toward my aching pussy before I can stop myself.

“Are you serious right now?” Malachi’s voice cuts through the dark. He sounds shocked. He props himself up on one elbow and stares at me with furrowed brows. “All this because you’re needy?”

My heart pounds. My cheeks burn hotter. “I… I didn’t mean—” I stammer, looking away. “I’m sorry, I just—”

“Yeah, sure,” he says. He shifts closer. His warm palm lands on my stomach then slides lower. His fingers slip under my panties. I whimper as he finds my clit and rubs slow circles.

My hips jerk up. I chase his touch. I’m already soaked.

“You’re a real pain, you know that?” Malachi murmurs. His thumb presses on my clit while two fingers tease my entrance. “It’s the middle of the night and you’re lying here all worked up. That’s all it takes, huh?”

I gasp as his fingers push inside me. He pumps them lazily and curls them against the right spot.

“Look at you,” he says. “Kinda pathetic, baby.”

I moan loudly. The wet sounds fill the room. I grab his wrist trying to make him go faster.

“Hands off,” he orders with a smirk. “You woke me up so you get whatever I decide to give you… nice and slow.”

He keeps moving his fingers slowly and deliberately. I whimper and beg, “Please, Malachi…”

He chuckles. “Nah, you don’t get to rush it.” His thumb rubs my clit harder. His fingers thrust deeper.

The pressure builds. My breathing turns into desperate pants. He finally speeds up.

“Fuck— Malachi, I’m—” I moan as pleasure crashes over me. My body shakes. I arch off the bed.

He keeps going gently until I finish, then pulls his hand out. He wipes his fingers on my thigh and pulls me against his chest.

“There you go,” he murmurs and kisses my head. “You done being needy?”

I nod weakly, feeling satisfied and warm against him.

“Good. Now go to sleep before I really get annoyed,” he teases. His arm tightens around me.

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The house was quiet.

Not in a creepy way, but in that soft, stretching silence that fills every corner as the sun dips low and paints the walls in warm amber and rose.

I thought I was safe. Malachi had been gone all day - back to back meetings, promo shoots, the usual chaos that came with his rising fame. So I gave in to my guilty little secret.

I curled up on the lounge with a soft blanket draped over my legs, a thin thrill already buzzing under my skin. My phone screen glowed as I opened Wattpad and dove straight into the story I'd been devouring for days.

It was shamelessly filthy - basically written porn - and every explicit scene featured a version of Malachi. If he ever found out I was getting off to fanfiction about him... I didn't even want to imagine his reaction.

I was lost in it, thighs pressed together, breath shallow. The chapter had built to that perfect peak - the girl in the story right on the edge, about to shatter - when a low, amused voice came from behind me.

"What do we have here?"

Panic exploded in my chest. I hadn't heard the door. I fumbled to turn my phone off , but Malachi's hand was faster, plucking it from my fingers.

"Malachi, give that back!" I squeaked, scrambling off the lounge and reaching for it. He held it high above his head, one strong arm wrapping around my hip to keep me in place as I stretched uselessly.

"You're not supposed to be home until later," I protested, cheeks burning.

"Got let off early, baby," he said, voice dripping with cocky satisfaction. His eyes flicked from me to the screen, devouring the filthy paragraph I'd been reading. "And clearly just in time."

I groaned, stepping back in pure embarrassment, refusing to meet his gaze while he finished reading. When he finally lowered the phone, his smirk was lethal.

"Didn't know you read stuff like this, baby."

"I don't- it just popped up," I lied weakly.

"Really?" He stepped closer, eyes dark with heat. "Because the way you're rubbing those pretty thighs together and that blush on your cheeks tells me a very different story."

"Shut up."

He closed the distance, handing my phone back but immediately sliding both hands to my waist, pulling me flush against him.

A wave of heat crashed through me at the contact.

"What's my sweet girl doing reading stuff like this about me... when I'm right here, ready to do every single thing she wants in person?"

"I don't know," I mumbled, embarrassment crawling up my neck.

"How long have you been reading stuff like this, Hmm?" His fingers slid under my chin, gently but firmly tilting my face up until I had no choice but to look into his intense eyes.

i shrugged my shoulders

"Words, baby. Use them."

"A few months... maybe longer," I whispered.

Malachi let out a low groan, his grip on my waist tightening. "Oh, my poor girl," he murmured, voice thick with mock sympathy.

He leaned in closer, lips brushing the shell of my ear as one hand slowly trailed up my side.

"All this time sneaking around, getting yourself all worked up over some dirty little fanfic about me? That's a little pathetic, don't you think?"

I squirmed in his hold, but he only chuckled softly, his breath warm against my neck.

"Look at you... already breathing faster. You're soaked, aren't you? Just from getting caught."

His fingers traced lazy circles on my hip, slipping just under the hem of my shirt to tease the bare skin there. "Bet you were clenching your thighs while you read about me fucking you senseless. Were you touching yourself yet, baby? Or were you saving that for later when you thought I wouldn't know?"

"Malachi..." I whined, trying to hide my face, as heat shoots to pool between my thighs.

"Shh, shh. No hiding." He tilted my chin again, forcing eye contact while his other hand slid down to cup my ass, squeezing lightly.

"My poor, needy girl has been fantasizing about me for months and never once asked for the real thing. That's just cruel to yourself."

He pressed a soft, teasing kiss to the corner of my mouth, then pulled back before I could chase it. "You know I'd give it to you so much better than words on a screen. I'd have you shaking and begging... just like you're about to."

He kept teasing me like that for several long minutes - hands roaming, squeezing, brushing over my breasts through my shirt without ever giving me enough pressure, lips ghosting over my neck and jaw while he whispered in that low, sympathetic tone.

"Oh look at you... poor baby."

He finally slipped one hand between my thighs, pressing the heel of his palm against me over my shorts but not moving it. "So warm already. You really are desperate."

By the time he scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom, I was trembling with frustration and need. He laid me down gently, stripping me slowly, reverently, until I was completely bare beneath him. He stayed fully dressed for a while longer, just looking at me.

"Legs open, baby. Let me see what all that reading did to you."

I obeyed, face burning. His fingers finally dipped between my folds, sliding through the slickness with a low groan.

"Fuck, you're dripping for me already. My poor girl... you needed this so badly, didn't you?"

He slid two thick fingers inside me without warning, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot. He set a steady rhythm, pumping deep while his thumb circled my clit in firm strokes.

Pleasure built fast and sharp. My thighs shook, breath coming in short gasps as I climbed higher and higher.

Just as I was about to tip over, he slowed, pulling his fingers almost all the way out and leaving me empty and throbbing.

"Please- Malachi" I whimper my breathing heavy and uneven.

"Shh, I know," he whispered, voice soft and mockingly sympathetic as I whined. "It's so hard when you're right there, isn't it? But you can hold it for me a little longer. Breathe, baby. Good girl."

He worked me up again, fingers thrusting faster, thumb pressing harder on my swollen clit. The pressure coiled tighter, my moans growing louder and more desperate.

Right at the peak, he eased off once more, kissing my neck softly while I squirmed and begged under him.

"My poor baby," he cooed against my skin. "Look at you trembling and clenching around nothing. You're so close every time... but not yet. Just a little more for me. You can be patient."

By the third time, I was a sobbing, desperate mess. He had me right on the edge again, fingers curling deep and fast, his voice low and soothing in my ear.

"Shh, baby. You've been so good for me. You can let go now... cum for me, baby. Let it all out."

The orgasm crashed over me violently. I cried out, back arching as my walls pulsed hard around his fingers. He kept stroking me through every wave, drawing it out until I was shaking and oversensitive.

But he wasn't done.

"what are you-."

Malachi moved down the bed, spreading my legs wider, cutting off my sentence as i look at him in slight confusion. "Easy, baby," he soothed as I twitched. "I'm not finished taking care of you."

"Sensitive." I whine my words weak.

"Oh, I know it's sensitive," he murmured between licks, voice muffled and tender. "But you can take one more for me. Just relax and let me make you feel good." His tongue flicked faster, sucking with devastating precision until I shattered again, grinding against his face and moaning his name brokenly.

He finally pulled back, lips shiny, eyes burning. He stripped quickly, cock hard and leaking as he climbed over me.

"Oh poor baby." He pushed inside me in one smooth thrust, bottoming out with a groan. "There we go... take all of me. That's my good girl."

He fucked me deep and steady at first, then built me up again, grinding against my clit with every thrust. Right as I started clenching, he slowed to a torturous pace.

"Shhh, not yet," he cooed, kissing my tear-streaked cheek. "I know its hard baby, but you're going to wait for me. Hold it just a little longer, baby."

"Please... Malachi, please let me cum. I can't-" I begged

His voice stayed soft and gentle. "I know, sweetheart. You've been so perfect for me. So tight and wet. Go on then. Cum on my cock. Let me feel you fall apart."

He slammed into me hard and fast, thumb on my clit, and I shattered around him with a broken scream.

My walls clenched so intensely that he followed right after, groaning my name as he spilled deep inside me.

We stayed locked together, panting and trembling. Malachi kissed my forehead, brushing my damp hair back

"Next time you want something like that," he murmured warmly, "you come to me, baby. I'll always take care of you better than any story ever could."

fuck I love it when he speaks to me like that.

And yeah I did come to him the next time I wanted something.