#{-muxis writes

It started as a normal Saturday for (Y/n). She had slept in, made some breakfast, cleaned her flat, and had been getting ready to relax for the rest of the day. That was until a familiar owl had found its way to her window, dropping off a letter with her name scrawled across the front. The handwriting was all too familiar, making her roll her eyes as she retrieved it from the owl before sending him on his way.

Having met the twins in her first year at Hogwarts was a pivotal moment, developing a fast friendship with the both of them after a prank gone wrong. That fateful afternoon sparked a 12 year long friendship between the twins and her.

Yet, there was always something between her and Fred, others may say they were destined together, they chose to believe they were just really good friends. It’s part of the reason he could send a letter like this, asking for her to rush down to his shop and help him. As annoyed as she would act, she would always rush to his side.

It didn’t take long for her to get dressed and make her way to Diagon Alley, easily finding her way through the busy street to her favorite store. As (Y/n) entered the shop she turned waving to George as she passed through toward the back. The store was as crowded as it usually was for a weekend, causing her to weave through several other customers before she was able to each the employees only section. The letter she had received from Fred to come to the store said it was an urgent matter, but having known him long enough, she was positive he was lying. But yet, here she was.

Not wasting anytime, she pushed into his office, seeing him sat at his desk, feet resting as he smirked upon seeing her enter.

“Well, if it isn’t my most loyal test subject.”

“What is it now, Fred?” She asked, crossing her arms, clearly not assumed by his mood.

Standing up, Fred walked around his desk, handing her a glittery pink vial, causing her to raise an eyebrow as she grabbed it from him. Looking at it, it was clear what it was supposed to be, having seen many of the Twin’s famous love potions before.

“A love potion? Don’t you already have several different kinds?” She asked, curious as to where this was leading.

“Not just any love potion, this is specifically for our older couples. You know, to help them spicy up their lives.”

“Like Viagra?”

Fred raised an eyebrow, not understanding what that was. He quickly shrugged it off, turning back to his sales pitch. “No, no. This is better than any muggle product.” Moving behind her, he put his hands on her shoulders. “What’s the number one reason most people get divorced?” He gave a second for her to think before answering for her. “That’s right, lack of passion. Imagine how many people we could help if we sold passion in a vial. How ‘bout that?”

“Work on your sales pitch, but I do like the idea.” placing a hand in her chin, she observed the vial closely. “I figure you want me to test it?“ Looking over her shoulder she sees Fred nod. “Have you tested it on anything else?”

“Tested a few drops on some plants, didn’t kill them so it should be fine for human consumption.”

“That sounds promising.” She teased, sliding away from his grasp. “What’s in it for me?”

“Besides being so horny there’s no way you won’t have an amazing orgasm once you go home?” He teased, before continuing his pitch. “Usual price, 50 galleons and unlimited supplies if you so need it.”

Fred stuck his hand out, waiting to see if she’d take his offer. After pondering for a few seconds, she reached out with her free hand shaking it. A deal with the devil, some would say.

Uncorking the vial, she pressed it to her lips, swallowing the liquid. Luckily, he had been able to get it to taste more pleasant than his other attempts, reminding her of fresh strawberries with cream. Her eyes moved to look at the ceiling, waiting for the desired effects to happen. Awkwardly she began to look around the room to pass the time, feeling a little weird to test this kind of potion in front of her friend, but money is money. And she trusted that Fred would not kill her.

As she took a look behind him, her attention was drawn to his work station. Her eyes were drawn to the ingredients he had used, haphazardly tossed about. There were the components to making a love potion, a rather simple potion. No, what caught her eye was the other ingredients he had mixed, a good amount well known aphrodisiacs along with an odd collection of ingredients that have her an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Walking over, she got a better look at them, understanding why she felt so uneasy. Mixing these ingredients together are well known for causing the person who took the potion to die if certain conditions weren’t met.

Wide eyed, she snapped to look at Fred, her body feeling warm as she felt it begins to take effect. He seems none the wiser to his fatal error, his arrogant smirk pissing her off. Throwing the empty vial at him, she turned on her heel to face him.

“You fucking moron.” She spat, panic raising in her voice, her legs subconsciously clenching together as that heat began to grow between her legs. “You didn’t make a better love potion, you made an aphrodisiac with poison.”

Fred’s face contorted, not understanding why she seemed so ticked off. His brows pushed together, as he walked over to her, trying to better understand the situation, while also a little ticked off she had thrown the small vial at him. He began to watch her more closely than before, thinking that something about his potion had caused her reaction.

Trying her best not to act on the deep ache, she moved farther from Fred. The feeling was almost too much, her hand subconsciously moving toward her crotch, wanting to swirl circles to dull the ache. Instead, her other hand moved to hold the other one, interlocking her fingers together behind her back.

“What are you on about?” Fred asked as he moved closer.

“Fred, this potion is going to kill me. How fucking dense are you?” (Y/n) ran a hand through her hair, tugging at it to try and regain her focus as her thoughts grew more perverse.

“You’ve gone mental. Don’t tell me you never been horny before, love?” Fred teased, watching the way her face flushed like a virgin.

“I’m being serious.” She said, fanning herself as she felt her body warm up. “You’ve basically just signed my death warrant if I don’t get shagged as soon as possible.”

“So you’re saying, you need dick not to die?” He laughed, almost not taking her seriously.

“Shut up.” She spat, moving away from him as he moved closer.

“Have you gone sick in the brain?” He asks, reaching to take her temperature, which she skillfully dodged. “Honestly, woman, if you wanted me that badly you didn’t need to make up such an insane lie.”

“Fred, fucking listen to me.” She said, stepping forward and grabbing his face to look at his ingredients. “Think real hard about what these ingredients do. I know potions wasn’t your strong suit, but fucking think.”

As Fred surveyed the ingredients, he tried his best to recall his potions class. As his mind ran through all the things Snape had said, he came to the same horrifying conclusion she had come to moments ago. His head whipped around, noticing how want she looked, her eyes struggling to stay locked on his face, and the way her legs shook as they clenched together.

“Oh, I fucked up.” He mumbled, his brain racing as he tried to think of an antidote. Fred bolted from his spot, looking at what ingredients he had left. His mind was racing trying to figure out how to make an antidote before his potion killed her.

Her eyes watched him, panic rising through her body as she felt how the heat began to rise within. The potion Fred had brewed was a lot more fast acting than she was expecting. Even though her brain was being quickly consumed with impure thoughts, she began calculating how much time she had before it would inevitably kill her, but her thoughts kept getting interrupted.

Her eyes trailed down his body, wanting nothing more than to pull his trousers down and go wild with him. It felt insane, she had known him since they were teens and they had never once come close to hooking up, despite all the rumors that had swirled saying otherwise. Speaking of rumors, her mind couldn’t help but focus on the rumors of how good Fred was in bed, remembering how they spoke so highly of his ability. How the girls he did hook up with swore he was the best fuck they had ever had.

Letting out a drawn out whine, she stomped her foot, closing her eyes tight as she tried to fight back from thinking of him like that. It felt so shameful, like she was no better than a common pervert to think that way about Fred. Shaking her head, she used all her brain power to push the impure thoughts out, which she was successfully able to do.

Given the large amounts of aphrodisiacs he had mixed in, she figured they had less than 30 minutes before the effects became irreversible. No matter how fast her and Fred worked, she would still be dead before he figured the correct concoction. The only solution was that they had to have sex now. Eyes widening, she felt a new emotion besides instensely building lust, dread.

“We don’t have fucking time,” she cursed, her breathing becoming more labored as she tried to speak, “we have to do it.”

“It?!”

“It!!!” She shot back, already moving to throw her shirt off her body, exposing him to the way her chest heaved.

Fred nearly had a heart attack seeing her chest. It wasn’t like he was a virgin or anything, he had seen his fair share of tits, but this was his best friend. His insanely hot best friend he has had a massive thing for for years now, but still his best friend. His best friends who was surprisingly good at removing her clothes as fast as she can, most of her clothes now thrown about his office. His best friend who looked as if she was going to jump him any second now.

“We don’t have time for you to guess who to brew the antidote, unless you’d rather I die than fuck me.” Her voice was strained, trying hard to focus on her words than succumbing to the lust.

Fred didn’t respond immediately, causing her to look at him, worried he might just let her die rather than fuck her. Most of her clothes were already thrown around the room, she felt way too exposed for a serious moment like this. Raising her eyebrows, she shot him a concerned look, silently pleading that he wouldn’t just let her suffer for his mistake. It seemed to have knocked some sense into Fred, who quickly responded.

“Right,” he stuttered out, “you’re right.” He quickly said, beginning to unbutton his shirt, his mind racing with a million thoughts. “I am so bloody sorry, (Y/n).”

“Shut up, if you get all sad and shit it’ll be difficult for you to get hard.” She replied, trying her best to seem cold and calculated. Her thoughts were only occupied on getting this done as soon as possible, no need for feelings. “You can think of ways to make this up to me after I’m no longer dying.”

“Wait,” Fred said, making (Y/n) stop in her tracks, “let me just…” he reached over, pushing her close to him before apperating them both into the apartment above the store, right in his room. “This will be better.”

The environment from his office to his room was definitely better, no longer could they hear the muffled sounds of customers from within the store. Fred’s room was messy, clearly he hadn’t assumed this would be how his day would be going. As he threw his clothes onto the floor where the rest of his laundry seemed to end up, he tried to think of sexy thoughts to get himself aroused. But looking back at his friend, who was giving him the most fuckable bedroom eyes he had ever seen did the trick.

(Y/n) ripped off her underwear, tossing them into the room before laying on the bed, crawling backwards as she let out a shaky moan, her mind unable to fight off the lustful thoughts anymore. Her hand reached between her legs, trying to relieve some of the pressure, but only making her more needy. Some part of her felt humiliated, to be reduced this easily from a potion, no longer able to spit out any kind of insult at him as she stared up at him. All she was able to do was speak directly from her lust, not able to cover it up with any kind of quick witted reply as she normally would.

“Fuck,” she shakily moaned, her eyes then locking onto Fred’s, “need you. Badly.”

Now, here’s how Fred’s usual hook ups turn out. He charms them into his bed and then shows them how it’s done. Never in his life had he ever been lost for words, yet a situation like this rarely occurs. So you must forgive him for not knowing what to do watching his best friend of over ten years touch herself and talk to him like that.

Fred made his way to the bed, sliding in between her parted thighs. He felt like a total prat for even struggling to take control of the situation and fuck her. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Fred steadied himself, reaching down to stroke himself a few times. His cock stood tall and proud, making her clench in need as she looked down.

As he lined himself up with her entrance, he found the situation awkward given their history. She deserved better than a standard fuck, a little romance and, though he hates to say it, a little passion. Looking down at her, his hair falling perfectly over his face, he spoke.

“Can I kiss you?”

(Y/n) looked at him incredulously, already completely naked in front of him. The rational part of her brain wanted to tell him no, to keep their feelings out of this and just do what they have to to keep her from an early grave. But god, did she want to kiss him. To not feel like this decision is inevitably going to ruin your friendship.

She quickly nodded her head, her lust answering for her as she shot forward, wrapping her arms around his neck.

It should’ve been awkward, like kissing a sibling. They both should’ve hated the kiss, but instead it was electrifying. Their mouths melded perfectly together, as if they were meant to be.

As they made out, Fred got to work, rubbing the tip of his cock against her cunt, trying to coat it in her slick before he slid in. His eyes almost rolled back when he felt just got wet she already was, groaning into her mouth as his hips subconsciously pushed forward. (Y/n) whined against his mouth, her eyes screwing up as the tip of his cock bumped into her inflamed clit, mumbling out his name.

It was all too much, her body felt on fire as she began to beg him to fuck her, tears welling as the potion came to a head. Her head was swimming with lust as she felt his length press against her.

Fred began to push in, trying to go as slow as possible. God, it felt way too good to be true, as if she was meant for him the way she perfectly sucked him in. As he pulled back from the kiss, he couldn’t help but watch the way he stretched her open.

“You feel s’good,” Fred groaned as he was fully sheathed in her.

“Fred-,” her voice called out, the air from her lungs having been knocked out from the feeling. Her nails were digging into his back as she felt him bottom out, his words almost too much to hear at the same time. “Move. Move now, need it,” it would’ve sound like her usually bossy tone if it wasn’t as whiney as it had been.

His hips moved back, almost agonizingly slow before snapping forward with enough force to move her up the bed. She couldn’t tell if it was the potion or if Fred was actually this good in bed, but it was driving her crazy how good she felt. A part of her feared she may be ruined for life, that nobody else would ever make her feel this good ever again. Not that she’d ever admit that to him, his ego already too inflated for his own good.

“Need me that bad that you’ll beg for it?” He smugly spoke, his hips snapping forward to accentuate his point. “Need me to fuck you nice and hard?” He teased, clearly not feeling as awkward as he once did.

Reaching out, his finger masterfully found its way to her clit, swirling around it. (Y/n) threw her head back, loudly whining as she ground against him. Her hands went to cover her face, embarrassed that she knew the potion wasn’t entirely to blame for how horny she felt in this moment. That fucking her best friend was better than any rumor she had ever heard.

“Come on, tell me how good you feel, (Y/n).”

God, did she want to smack him upside his smug head, to wipe that grin off the cocky bastards face. But she couldn’t hide the way his words made her feel, how he cunt clenched tightly around him each time he spoke. Bringing her arm over her face, she attempted to hide from him, too flustered by his dirty talk. Nobody had ever talked to her like this and she definitely didn’t expect Fred would be the one to do so.

His hips started to slow, causing her eyes to snap open. Panic began to rise in her chest, both sides of her brain not wanting this to stop. It was a bluff, he felt way too good to stop. And he didn’t want her to die either.

“Need you to tell me how bad you want this cock.”

Exasperated by his sudden need to hear her, she let her lust driven brain speak freely. Throwing her head back, she didn’t even filter her thoughts out.

“Please fuck me, need to feel you fill me up. Feels so fucking good, Fred.” Her hips attempted to grind up against his, but felt his hand hold her down. “Wanted this, wanted to feel you stretch me out for so long.”

“You’re so bloody perfect.” Fred’s his snapped back into hers, a new sense of vigor taking over as he pounded into her. “Gonna make this pussy mine.”

His eyes met hers and for the first time they saw each other since this whole mess started. She stared up at him with her pupils blown out in lust, but with so much trust in him.

His hips stuttered as he felt unbelievably close, his mouth opening as his eyes shut, letting out a groan. “Oh, fuck. Feels so good. Not gonna last much longer.”

As he spoke, her hips began to rise, grinding against his groin as she met his thrusts. The deep need to release filling her mind to the brim. Her head moved to look at the clock on the wall, but Fred’s hand moved to stop her from looking.

“Focus on me,” he spoke, his voice deep as his hips began to hammer into her harder, “just focus on me.”

Looking into his eyes, seeing how he looked at her for the first time was eye opening. All the love and adoration he felt for her as his hips continued to pound into her made her legs lock around him, keeping him in place. Throwing her head back, her vision turned white, her voice cracking from the intensity she felt as her body tensed up around him, finally releasing.

And Fred was right, this was one of the best orgasms of her life. Mind shattering, earth breaking, pure bliss from such a tiny vial of poison.

His hips began to slow as she clenched around him, sucking him deep. Feeling him twitch inside her as he shot his load into her, his hips pressing firmly against hers as he released his seed. Her eyes clenched shut and her nails dug into his shoulder blades, hard enough to leave marks.

Unexpectedly, he leaned down, pressing a passionate kiss to her lips, his hips still pressed firmly against her. (Y/n)’s hands flew to his hair, tangling into his ginger locks as she kissed back, riding out their climaxes together.

Once the emotions came down, he rested his forehead against hers, savoring the remaining moments before he had to pull away. Looking back down, he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, then pulling out, apologizing as he saw her wince at the feeling.

As Fred pulled out, (Y/n) felt her body begin to feel normal again, no longer under the control of the potion. Between the mix of sweat and the feeling of his cum leaking out of her, she felt that her thoughts were finally hers, no longer clouded by lust. Looking over, she saw Fred running a hand through his hair, seeing him in entirely new light than before. And suddenly everything made sense to her.

All those failed dates, countless nights spent wondering why nobody ever made her feel like this. It all clicked into place in her mind.

They were both laid in Fred’s bed, staring at the ceiling, coming to terms with everything they just did. No longer with the looming threat of death, it gave them a moment to reflect on what this meant for them. It was clear that they could not ignore this and move on from it, not when they both felt the same.

Fred makes the first move, moving closer to her, doing that thing where he pokes at her head when she’s over thinking. He gets one of those smiles that just lights up the room before he speaks to her.

“Soooo… round two?” Fred half heartedly joked.

Her hands reach to grab her pillow and push it into his face, softly smothering him. She playful pulled away from his embrace, needing to run to the bathroom to clean the mess.

“Shut up, I need to get cleaned up.” She spoke, trying to sound irritated but the smile on her face betrayed her.

He playfully reached out, missing her warmth next to him as she searched the room for something to cover herself with.

“Hopefully that afternoon crowd will keep George busy, because I’m not done with you.” Fred yells after her, laughing at her embarrassment as she wrapped a blanket around her and ran down the hall to his bathroom. “I have years to make up for not doing this.”

“Yeah, you can think of ways to make up for nearly killing me while your waiting.”

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utah bans gender affirming care for people under 18. / south carolina is following suit and worse. / i'd cry but i can't anymore, not like i used to. / my girlfriend tells me they're so tired but she doesn't know why – / "i wasn't even doing anything today" / our anniversary is this month. / i feel like a puppy when i see her. / i get high and rearrange my friend's fridge magnets / queer sentences cover the freezer door. / "eat the skin and hearts of men it attracts dykes" / "i kiss fags" / "feel it up partner" / "you may do it but use condom" - / we laugh about that one. we watch star trek. / their roommate calls me cool; we grew up on the same books. / another friend of mine is taking a gap year to go to brazil, relearn portugese. / the boy i dated who is now my best friend is coming up with my family in a few weeks. / we're going thrifting together on the weekend, and i / am going to try to get an extension on my paper. / dance rehearsal on sundays. / my roommates want to go to ikea. /

my uber driver mentioned his husband when i asked about his day. / i thanked him for it at the end of the ride, and he laughed and pointed out the trans flag sticker on the dash. / on my way into the clinic i think i saw him crying. / i introduced myself to the lab tech and she asked me to say my real name. / she took six vials of my blood. /

sanemi’s head tilted slightly, his eyes still fixed on the horizon. the muscles in his jaw twitched, his silence stretching thin as the air between you thickened. a long, controlled exhale escaped his lips before he finally turned to look at you.

his gaze, sharp and unreadable, landed on your form. at his full height, sanemi’s presence was always imposing, but seated as he was, he looked almost vulnerable. almost. until his eyes swept over you in that slow, calculated way that made your skin prickle with awareness.

his lips twitched, a flicker of something that was neither a smirk nor a smile. “you’re going to help me, right?”

the words hit you harder than they should have. “help. . ?” your voice faltered, your breath catching in your throat as the weight of his question settled over you.

sanemi’s sharp gaze narrowed slightly, his tone low and steady as though daring you to challenge him. “yes. help. like you always do. get in with me to wash my back, my hair.” the bluntness of his words was cutting, but the way he leaned forward, just slightly, softened the edge. sanemi’s brow raised, his expression expectant.

“r-right, of course.” you stammered, composure slipping as heat crept up your neck and into your cheeks. you turned your eyes back to the fading sunset, hoping to steady the erratic beat of your heart.

but sanemi wasn’t just watching you — he was studying you.

the way his gaze lingered too long, the way his silence held more weight than his words. the air grew heavier as his presence seemed to fill the space between you. It wasn’t new, this routine of tending to him after a mission, but tonight there was an intensity to him that hadn’t been there before.

the tension in his shoulders was palpable, his tightly coiled energy barely concealed beneath his outward composure. like a predator biding its time, he was unnervingly still, his gaze searing into you as though waiting for you to make a move.

then, with deliberate slowness, sanemi reached up.

his calloused fingers brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face, lingering for a moment longer than necessary as his fingertips grazed your cheek. the roughness of his hand against your warm skin sent a shiver down your spine. his eyes softened just barely, a flicker of something intimate that made your pulse race, even as his voice stayed rough and commanding. “come on,” sanemi said, his tone almost a growl. “let’s go.”

the walk to the bathing quarters felt unbearably long, each step echoing in the silence between you. you could feel his presence behind you, his gaze heavy on your back, unrelenting. every brush of his hand, every moment his breath seemed just a little too close and left your heart pounding harder. the space between might as well have been nonexistent, and yet you both walked as if tethered by an invisible string, pulled tighter with every step.

by the time you reached the shoji door, the silence was deafening, the tension a living thing between you. sanemi wordlessly starts to undo the fastenings of his uniform without wasting much time.

“strip.” he orders as he starts to undress himself.

“huh. . ?” you thought you misheard, slightly wide eyes turning to him.

sanemi rolls his eyes again when he sees your reaction to his command. he’s just as stoic as usual as he continues to undress, not fazed in the slightest. if anything, he seems slightly impatient as he continues to remove his clothes.

he shoots you an unamused look. “i said strip. i’ve had a long week.”

your jaw dropped softly, face and ears warm. you averted your gaze just when he tossed off his haori and uniform shirt. as sanemi made a work of his hakama, you slowly and hesitantly started undoing your obi slowly, the warm and steamy air of the bathroom making a shiver run down your spine.

gaze lowered, you discarded your clothing one-by-one on the tatami mat until you were left in just your thin white undercloth. pulling that over your head, you let the fabric drop. now left in nothing but a short loincloth.

sanemi watches you as your clothes were casted off at his command, his gaze intense and unwavering. his jaw clenches slightly as his eyes scan over you up and down, lingering on the curve of your breasts and nipples gradually hardening from the air. the view of you like this, almost completely naked, was doing. . . things to him ― despite not being a stranger to the scene. sanemi can’t tell whether it’s a good thing or a bad thing though.

“you’re taking your sweet time. . .” he mutters as he finally steps out of his hakama, eyes never leaving your form.

your face was still hot as you tugged off the cloth, letting it drop. you stood completely naked and vulnerable in the small space, a shiver running down your spine while sanemi briskly discarded his own clothes. you could feel the prickle of his piercing eyes on you despite not looking directly at him, and the scrutiny made you fidget.

the sight of you, standing there fidgeting with your fingers, your gaze averted and cheeks red from embarrassment all made hot blood rush down to his cock. sanemi almost felt his breath catch in his throat, his gaze never once leaving you and roving over every exposed piece of skin, taking you in as if he couldn’t get enough of the view.

sanemi kicks his clothes aside before stepping closer to you, the air around you suddenly feeling hotter, his eyes slowly making their way up your body, from your breasts to your face. “get in the bath,” he mumbled, voice low and impatient.

you nodded softly and turned to walk into the bath, steps silent on the tatami mat. just before stepping into the warm water, you bent over softly to take off the socks on your feet.

yet as you turn around to the bath, walking silently, it gives sanemi a perfect view of your behind. a guttural growl suddenly leaves him, his hands reaching out almost of their own accord to grip your hips, yanking you backwards against him.

sanemi presses himself against you, his entire body practically burning with desire now that you’re so close to him. “you keep teasing me like that and neither of us will be getting in that bath anytime soon.”

“onii-chan. . !” the honorific left your lips in a gasp from surprise at the motion, stumbling back and clutching the rim of the tub for stability. “i-i wasn’t teasing. . .”

the sound of that gasp-moan leaving you, the way your body trembles when you feel his hips press against you makes his hands tighten their grip on your skin, his eyes narrowing and darkening in desire. “you knew exactly what you were doing,” sanemi growled, voice low and rough in your ear, his chest flushed against your back. “walking across the room like that, bending over to take your socks off like that. you know what that does to me.”

“i-i’m sorry!” your voice was soft and slightly breathless, fingers gripping the edge while you were pinned in place. you felt every inch of him ― from the hard muscles of his hips, to the curved length of his cock, and the moist tip brushing right against your clit. knees feeling like jelly, you stayed arched and still. “i-i didn’t mean to. . . i was just getting into the water.”

“then why did you bend over instead of kneeling down to take off your socks?” sanemi growls, his rough hands shifting from your hips to run up your waist slowly, his warm touch tracing your skin, the sound of his voice low and ragged in your ear. “are you trying to provoke me?”

his voice grows huskier, almost dangerously rough as his hips press you harder against the rim of the tub, feeling the tip of his cock prod your slit. “are you trying to drive me crazy?”

“i-i was just. . .” you stuttered, unable to think straight with the way your knees almost buckled, walls clenching around nothing. “i-i’m sorry. . . c-can we get in the water now. . .? i. . .”

you can practically hear the smirk in sanemi’s voice as he hears your attempt to respond, how your voice stutters and quivers, can almost see the expressions you’re making from having his body pressed flush against yours ― from his hips grinding against yours.

“getting impatient now, are we?” sanemi mocks, his hands roaming up the sides of your body with more confidence, his palms coming to grope your full breasts to emphasize his words, tweaking your nipples almost teasingly. “can’t wait to get in the water with me?”

“s-sanemi,” your eyes squeezed shut, his touch making you borderline delirious. your knuckles turned white from how hard you clutched the edge of the tub for your sanity. and to prevent yourself from bucking back into his cock. “yes, i. . . i want to get in with you.”

the sound of your whimper, the arch of your back all cause his already racing heart to beat even faster, the need to touch you, the want to keep you making his whole body feel like it’s burning.

“then get in the water,” he breathes in your ear, his tone rougher now, his rough hands on your breasts squeezing softly.

“a-as long as you,” your voice was soft and shaky, eyes fluttering shut at the motion that sent tingles down your spine and between your legs. “get in me ― i mean, get in with me. . !”

a guttural, low growl suddenly leaves sanemi at your slip of tongue, a rush of desire and need coursing through him, the sound of your trembling voice sending a shock of fire through him. “of course I’m getting in with you.” he practically snarled, his voice thick and rough as he squeezed your breasts harder.

sanemi suddenly lets go of you to turn and get in the bathtub, the water making ripples as he does so, before he looks up at you. “get in. now.”

you stepped into the tub after him, fingers softly grasping his shoulders for stability since you didn’t trust yourself. his arms immediately wound around your waist while you both sunk into the water, straddling him softly.

you were almost panting and sanemi hadn’t even started yet.

the feel of your fingers on his shoulders, the way you press against his body as you both sink into the water, the fact you’re straddling him now ― sanemi moans at the feeling, hands coming to settle on your hips instinctually, a muscle twitching in his cheek as he looks up at you. he could feel the soft petals of your pussy wrap deliciously around the length of his cock, from the way your hips were pressed together.

“you’re so needy,” he grumbled, the words an attempt at mocking, but it’s obvious he’s struggling to remain calm now, his breath ragged.

it was hard for you to keep any semblance of control, especially from the way the heat on your cheeks wouldn’t dissipate. yet his words made your lips twitched upwards slightly, nose bumping against his softly. “hardly. . .”

“oh, really?” sanemi murmured, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looks up at you, the affectionate motion both adorable and sexy at the same time.

his hands gripped your hips harder, pulling you down so that the head of his cock would trace your clit to the rosy bud of your asshole, grinding up against you to make his point. a hiss is heard as he does that, his breath labored. “you’re pressing your body up against me like this, and you’re saying you’re not needy?”

“you’re the one guiding my hips.” your voice a breathless giggle, the sound making him let out a low, guttural growl. his hands pulled you down even more firmly on his lap, his hips instinctively bucking up against you.

“yeah, cause you’re too slow,” sanemi scoffed, hands roaming further down your body to grab the firm globes of your ass now, hands strong. “come closer.” his voice is low, sounding like an order.

you didn’t think twice before your arms tightened around his neck, nose brushing against his with every roll of his hips, and your bodies were pressed together. every breathless gasp of yours, including the whimpers under your breath, drove sanemi crazy.

there was something about the tease and the repetitive rub of his cock on your pussy that made him feral, how he was barely a buck away from taking you. “don’t stop. just like that.” his breaths were hot and ragged.

“onii-chan. . .” your voice was a soft and shaky whine, honorific dropping from your lips in a daze. you kept rolling your hips slowly, eyes fluttering shut. a shiver ran down your spine every time his fat cock rubbed against your sensitive and swollen clit.

the water in the tub sloshed with every jolt. sanemi’s nails dug into the smooth flesh of your ass as he guided your movements, almost leaving marks there. “you’re so perfect, baby,” he panted in between breaths, tongue suddenly coming out to flick the skin at the base of your neck, the need to taste you taking over him. “you’re killing me.”

“just. . .” every grunt and low rasp of his voice only seemed to make you more desperate, walls twitching around nothing as the emptiness in your womb became more apparent. your hips squirmed with intent, trying to press the fat tip of his cock against your slit enough for you to sink down. “stop teasing. . . please.”

sanemi’s breath is ragged, the feel of your hips pressing down nearly destroying his self-control, his eyes narrowed hotly as he stares up at you. “push my cock in if you want it so bad,” he finally growls, his voice nearly guttural now. “do it.”

you didn’t have to be told twice before your fingers dipped into the water to shakily grasp the length of his hard cock, pumping it a few times. your thumb swiped across the slit on his tip before guiding it to your quivering slit, and sinking down slowly. “god, yes.”

both of you groaned in sync, the water making it easier for his fat cock to slide in. the thick length was usually hard to take in one go, but his absence combined with your need to help him destress made your cunt more eager.

sanemi’s breath became labored as a near-animalistic noise rips itself from his throat. “fuuuck,” he growls, the curse sounding choked as he tries and fails to suppress the wave of pleasure from his cock finally being wrapped around your moist walls. “all the way in? in one go? fuck, little girl.”

“i-i just. . . ah, missed you.” you couldn’t even think straight from being stuffed so full. sanemi guided you against the edge of the tub while your back curved over, his rough palms hurriedly pushing your thighs over his shoulders. you were practically folded in half over the rim, while his rough fingers held your ankles in place. “o-oh, my. . .”

sanemi panted, his breaths hurried, body burning with need. it was hard for him to be any gentler now, as he positioned you, his cock still buried deep in. a ragged breath left him at the sight of you bent over. “let me. . .” he whispered, voice hoarse with desire. “let me. . . try something first. . .”

“a-anything you want. . .” fingers softly gripped the edge of the tub, your head dipped back and eyes fluttered shut. sanemi groaned huskily at your response, your body shuddering and quivering pleasingly. he loved the effect he had on you.

the water sloshes around you both from his movements ― all of it causing sanemi to ache for you. “i’m gonna go a little deeper now,” he panted, his cock slowly dragging out of your cunt as you felt every single vein and curve rub your walls, his voice hoarse. “hang on to me for a bit.”

“o-okay. . .” you cried out quietly, delirious from the sensations. every touch, every breath, his cock; it was all too much. he was so big and the way he pressed down on you left you breathless. your mind was dazed but your body was hyperfocused on the way his fat cock rocked back into you inch-by-inch.

sanemi swallowed thickly, his body burning with need, before speaking. “i’m a little worried. . . that i might break you if i go any rougher,” he mumbled, his body shuddering as he thrusted in your tight cunt slowly. “you’re so small…”

“‘m not s-small. . . you’re just too, ngh, big.” your shaky fingers gripped his scarred but firm biceps and you bit your lip softly to stop any loud noises. sanemi’s large frame took up most of the space in the tub, each muscle in his body coiled and flexed with his movements, keeping you pinned against the tub and rocking slowly. “i’ll be fine. . . i want you to ― ah! ― use me.”

your tiny fingers gripping his beefy biceps, the way your voice trembled as you begged for him, all of it nearly made him snap. a guttural, desperate noise leaves his throat as he practically snarls “are you sure, little girl?”

he suddenly gripped the backs of your thighs even tighter, his nails digging into your skin in this possessive way. “once i go rougher, i won’t be able to stop. i don’t know if i’ll be able to hold back.”

“good.” you exhaled shakily, water sloshing softly around you both. “please do it. . .”

the sound of that word from your lips was dangerous, nearly pushing him over the edge from the need he felt. your thighs quivering, your back arched over the edge of the tub ― all of it was too much for sanemi to handle. “you asked for it, baby,” he almost growled, his body shuddering as he shifted against you, still gripping you tight. “just don’t pass out like last time, alright?”

“i’ll try not to. . . ah. . !” you couldn’t complete your sentence before his hips started, a soft scream leaving your lips. you instinctively clenched around his cock, walls wringing him tight like a vice. your words died on your lips, only able to muster incoherent whines and moans between cries.

“i don’t think i care, actually.” sanemi mutters, his tone dark but breathless. he let out a low growl, the sound ragged as he started thrusting his cock in and out of your tight cunt, the sound of the water sloshing softly around you both filling the air. his hips moved with ease from the lubrication of the water, the tip of his cock kissing the entrance of your womb.

“just keep your sweet voice like that. let me hear you,” he breathed, the words a low grunt in your ear. sanemi was utterly pussy-whipped. “moan my name. call for me.”

“y-you don’t care that i pass out or not. . ?” your voice shook breathlessly and your body jolted with every thrust, trembling hands gripping his biceps. sanemi grips you tighter, the water sloshing and rocking against the sides of the tub.

“not if i get to do this,” he panted, one hand gripping the back of your thigh roughly, the other gripping your waist to hold you in place against the tub. “that’s all i care about right now,” he grumbles, eyes focused and burning intently on you. “keep making pretty noises,” he mumbled. “tell me how much you feel.”

your legs felt like jelly, mind dazed and shaky fingers latching on to his shoulders, almost leaving scratch marks. your voice was a soft mewl from the raw pleasure. “onii-chan. . ! yes, it feels so good, i can’t take it. . . ah!”

the feel of your nails scratching him, the sound of your voice hiccupping shakily in his ear, all of it just added fuel to the fire in his core. “you’re so cute,” sanemi grunted, his voice huskier now, cock thrusting faster and rougher in your cunt. “say my name.”

“sanemi. . .” you moaned in his ear, unable to keep your eyes open. your fingers gripped his shoulders and nape, desperate to hold something for stability, nails leaving angry red marks on his scarred skin. “i-i love it. . . love your cock so much. . .”

“fuck, good girl.” he growled, his voice sounding increasingly rushed and breathless now, his nails digging into your skin from how tightly he was holding you, thrusting at an animalistic pace. sanemi was ruthless. “can’t live without your big brother’s cock, huh? say you love me. tell your onii-chan how much you love him.”

“onii-chan. . .” you babbled mindlessly, unable to think or do anything besides feel each rough drag of his hard cock, the curve of his length hitting all the right spots inside you. “i love you. . . i love you so much!”

your lips pressed against his neck softly, trying to trail kisses down his neck, but every thrust of his hips made you dizzy and lightheaded. “a-ah. . ! there ― !”

sanemi let out a guttural sound of satisfaction at your words, your soft, shaky voice telling him what he always wanted to hear, your lips against his skin making his heart pound faster.

“keep talking,” he panted out. “just like that. please,” he breathed, his body shuddering against yours as his hips rocked against you, cock angled to thrust right into that sweet sport repeatedly, your toes curling over his shoulders. “your little pussy’s gripping me so tight, shit.”

“oh, god. . . oh my god.” your back arched, clinging to him for dear life as you spasmed softly from the direct hits of his springing hips. you couldn’t even think anymore. “i-i can’t feel my legs anymore. . . ah ― it feels so good, i’m gonna cum ― !”

sanemi growled in response to your words, a shudder running through his body as you started shaking and trembling against him, the feel of your body clinging to him driving him insane.

“fuck, i’m close too.” he breathed, though his voice was rough and ragged. “just a little more. . . god, that cunt ― i need to hear you moan just one more time,” sanemi shivered while still rolling his hips bruisingly and unrelentingly. “just a little more for me, baby. can you do that for your onii-chan?”

“yes,” your eyes were teary and dazed. body tensing and arching, his cock managed to dumb you down and babble his name like a chant. “i-i can ―”

mid-whimper, you ended up cumming on his cock, his blunt nails digging into your skin as the spasm of your walls caused him to cum too. sanemi grunted filthy praises under his breath while he buried his full length in your cunt to the hilt, emptying his balls of a hot and creamy batch of cum deep in your womb.

you could feel the twitch of his cock being milked of its slimy knot, belly almost bulging while you both succumbed to the high. your gummy walls convulsed around his softening length, his once piercing cock that you felt in your stomach now weak and spent as sanemi slumped against you.

his larger figure nearly covered you as he leaned down, his heavy breaths hot and languid on your skin as he slowly came back to his senses. “damn,” he panted, still a bit shaky from it, before a small chuckle escaped him as he looked down at you. “god, i’m gonna need that again.”

“a-again. . ? God, you’re an animal. . .” your voice was slightly croaky from all the screaming as you shivered, hot bath water now cold. your body felt weak and jelly-like from the aftermath, burying your face in his chest between pants. “although i can never say no to you. . .”

sanemi shifted against you, his hands still holding you against him. “we’re not done yet, anyway. i only went once.” his hands slowly started to wander over your body again, one hand slipping upwards to grasp your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple.

you huffed softly but his next words made your face flush, softly smacking his chest. you couldn’t protest much when he carefully put your legs down, before slowly lifting you out of the tub bridal-style. “it hasn’t even been five minutes.”

sanemi smirked, his voice dripping with playful arrogance as he carried you effortlessly. “five minutes is plenty of time for you to recover. . . but not nearly enough to satisfy me.”

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It started out as a teasing little dare. You’d never actually meant to provoke him into anything you couldn’t handle but the moment you picked up Drover’s battered, sun-bleached hat and settled it over your hair, you knew you’d made a mistake. Or maybe the best decision of your life. You’re standing outside the shed with the dying sun behind you, shirt sticking to your back, watching Drover haul the saddle down it weighs nothing to that strong Australian man. His shirt’s open halfway and rolled at the sleeves, chest soaked in sweat, forearms straining with each movement. He’s too pretty to look at directly sometimes.

He was working on tightening the saddle cinch by the tent, jaw dark with stubble, shirt already sticking to his back in the heat. He paused mid-motion. The slow lift of his head felt like a silent ripple through the whole camp. Those sharp eyes tracked up from your bare thighs to your mouth and then to the crown of his hat perched so innocently on your head.

You tried for a smile. “Just borrowing it—”

Drover didn’t answer right away. He simply unhooked the saddle strap, set it aside with much care, and straightened to his full, rangy height. You felt the bottom of your stomach drop out as he started toward you, the tilt of his mouth promising nothing gentle.

“Oi. You reckon that’s wise, darlin’?” He glances over his shoulder, a flicker of something sharp in his eyes when he sees it sitting crooked on your head. “That’s not a toy, y’know Takin’ a man’s hat? You got any idea what you’re askin’ for?”

Your throat bobbed. “What?”

“I know,” you say, swaying on your feet a little, grinning slow. “But Drover you weren’t wearin’ it.”

You swallowed, heart beating like a kicked-up mob of cattle. You didn’t take it off. You just stood there, letting him come to you, a little thrill pooling low in your belly at the way his gaze dropped to your chest, your parted lips.

When he finally stopped in front of you, the heat off him was as oppressive as the Outback sun. He reached up, hooked a thumb under the brim. Didn’t remove it only tilted it back enough that your eyes locked fully.

“That’s my hat,” he murmured, accent thick, voice scraping your skin raw. “You wear it, you ride the cowboy.”

Your pulse hammered. “Drover—”

You felt your pulse explode behind your ribs. Before you could say a word, Drover’s hands caught you around the hips, tight enough to leave bruises. and he hauled you flush against him, mouth crashing over yours in a rough, searing kiss. His tongue swept past your lips, tasting you, claiming you he’d been waiting for this moment.

You gasped, fingers curling helplessly in his shirt. He smelled like sweat and leather and iron-rich dust, a scent that made your knees buckle. Drover caught you easily, sliding one broad palm down to cup the curve of your backside, grinding you against the hard ridge behind his fly. His voice was rough against your mouth.

“You want it bad enough to steal my hat,” he rasped against your mouth, “Sweetheart better be ready to take all of me.”

You could only nod, breath hitching when he let his other hand drift between the inside of your jeans, testing how soft and wet you were already. His lashes dipped low. “Goddamn, you’re plump as a ripe peach.”

You backed up a little, nerves kicking in. “I- I’ve never…”

His face softened. Just a little. “I know, sweet thing.”

You’d felt his eyes on you all day, the way they kept snagging on the little pink gingham top knotted just under your bust, shoulders bare and sun-kissed. The matching tie-front shorts left your legs long and loose, dust clinging to your skin from the walk back to camp. It wasn’t exactly decent maybe that’s why his gaze had gone hot and heavy, mouth set like he was holding himself back all damn day.

“Been wantin’ you since the first time you set foot on my land, Girl” he muttered, thumb pressing more firmly against you through the thin cotton. “Knew I shouldn’t. Knew I’d ruin ya. But you go ‘n’ put on my bloody hat…” His head dipped, lips brushing your ear. “Darlin’, you just signed your fate.”

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The next thing you knew, he’d turned you bodily and walked you backward into the tent. His hands didn’t leave your body Drover guided you to the little cot, pressing you down onto it without ceremony. When he knelt over you, his hat still perched defiantly on your head, he looked like a man about to break a wild thing to his saddle. And you realized you wanted that. The tent was small but packed with the rugged essentials—faded canvas walls stretched taut over wooden poles, a battered lantern hanging low, its warm amber glow flickering over worn leather saddles, tangled ropes, and a scuffed wooden crate piled with oilskins. The dusty floor creaked underfoot as Drover pulled you inside, closing the flap behind with a snap that sounded final.

His hands never left your body as he guided you toward the cot—a rough, narrow frame with a coarse blanket thrown over it. The scent of leather, sweat, and campfire smoke wrapped around you, thick and intoxicating. The evening heat clung inside the tent, but the closeness between you and Drover burned hotter.

A groan rumbled in his chest, and suddenly his hand was between you, as he helped you push your jeans down, fumbling with his belt, the clink of metal sharp in the night air. Your top falling loose in his rough hands. You pulled at the hem of his shirt, shoving it upward until he peeled it off entirely. His zipper rasped down. You caught your breath as he freed himself, thick and flushed and so blatantly ready. Drover’s gaze fixed on the hat.

“Keep it on,” he ordered, voice hoarse. “I want you rememberin’ who’s makin’ you feel this way.” Then his hands locked on your hips and he sank into you in one long, unstoppable thrust. The startled cry tore from your throat before you could stop it half sob, half moan his name breaking on your lips.

“Jesus—Jack,” you yelp without meaning to, half a moan, half a sob, hands flying to his shoulders. Your voice sounds foreign to your own ears high, needy, desperate and the name slips out before you can stop it. His big hand slid up your bare side, fingers splaying across your ribcage, and then cupped your breast from underneath. He gave a slow, squeeze, thumb brushing over the peaked nipple until you gasped.

He groaned raggedly, burying himself to the hilt. “That’s it,” he murmured, the brim of the hat tipping forward to hide your wide, overwhelmed eyes. “That’s my good girl.”

Every inch of you stretched and filled, your walls clenching greedily around him as he started to move deep, rolling drives that made the cot creak under your bodies. You clung to his shoulders, the hat slipping sideways but refusing to fall, his mouth finding yours again in a hot, consuming kiss. Everything you’d wanted for too long.

“Y’know what sittin’ like that does to a man, don’t ya? Makes a man dangerous.” he muttered, You bit your lip, fingers splayed over his chest, feeling the tense pull of muscle. Drover’s hands gripped your hips, guiding you up to meet every stroke, he wanted you to feel the exact heaviness and thickness of his cock every single time.

Drover didn’t give you a moment to collect yourself. He rocked into you with a measured patience that somehow felt more intense than any frantic thrusting could have been. Each slow withdrawal let you feel the hot slide of his cock stroking deep along your walls, only to drive back in so solidly you couldn’t stop the breathy little moans tumbling out. Nothing existed except the cowboy above you, the rough rasp of his voice as he dropped his mouth to your ear.

“That’s it, love. Just like that.” His hands roam, rough palms catching every soft, trembling part of you.

“Feelin’ full, sweetheart?” His breath tickled the shell of your ear. “That what you wanted, stealin’ my hat gettin’ split wide on my cock?”

You whimpered, nodding helplessly.

“Yes—yes—” You couldn’t stop the words spilling out, voice going breathless and wrecked. “Feels so good—need it, Jack—oh God, I need you—”

“Yeah.” He drew back slow, savoring every inch, then slammed forward, making you cry out. “You love this. All wet and greedy for it.”

He shifted suddenly, sitting back on his heels without withdrawing. Your hands fluttered over his chest, clinging to the sweat-slick muscle as he reached for your hips. Strong fingers clamped around your waist. And then he lifted you bodily, pulling you upright to straddle him. He growled and shifted under you, bracing his boots on the floor so he could thrust up to meet every bounce. The sensation made you cry.

The new angle made you gasp he felt impossibly deep this way, the thick head of him pressing right up against a spot that made your vision go white at the edges.

“That’s it,” he growled, guiding you to rock forward. “Ride the cowboy.”

Your thighs trembled as you started to move, lifting yourself up just enough that his tip nearly slipped free, then sinking back down with a wet, obscene slap of flesh. You couldn’t bite back the desperate moan.

“Oh—God—Jack—feels…feels so good, I—” You broke off in a moan, your head tipping back as you sank all the way down again. “S’too much”

He watched you with heavy-lidded eyes, his hands flexing on your hips to steady you. “You’re doing well, love. takin’ me so deep.”

You rode him slowly at first, trying to find a rhythm, but he was too thick, the stretch too perfect you could feel yourself fluttering around him every time you dropped back down. You leaned forward, bracing your palms on his shoulders. The hat slipped forward over your eyes, but he didn’t let you fix it. He caught your chin in one big hand and tipped your face up instead. his thumb brushing over your swollen lips before he crushed his mouth onto yours.

The kiss was fierce, almost harsh—his beard scraping roughly against your skin, the scrape leaving a sting that bloomed into heat. His teeth nipped your lower lip just enough to make it swell, his tongue invading your mouth with a claim so fierce it left you breathless.

“Sweetest thing, Keep goin’,” he ordered, “Show me how bad you need it.”

You started moving faster, bouncing in his lap, the cot creaking madly beneath you. Your breath came in ragged little sobs as your pleasure coiled tighter and tighter, every wet slide of him hitting a spot inside you that made your thighs spasm. He rutted up into you hard.

“That’s my girl,” Drover rasped, watching the way you swallowed him over and over. “Such a pretty girl when you’re ridin’ me.” He reached between you without warning, pressing the rough pad of his thumb against your clit. Your whole body jolted. You cried out, voice breaking, and he did it again, circling, the combination making you clamp around him so tight he swore savagely under his breath.

“Tell me what you need.”

Your voice came out high. “Need you—need you to—oh God—need you to inside me always—”

He thrust up to meet you, so deep you felt your belly tighten almost painfully. “You’re gonna come all over my cock, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes—yes, I’m—oh—fuck—” You buried your face against his neck, voice muffled and desperate.

Your eyes fluttered shut, head falling back as you moved faster, chasing the heat coiling low in your belly. “I’m—I’m so close—”

“That’s right?” His thumb circled your clit, making your whole body spasm. “Come on—come for me, darlin’. Let me feel you.”

“Jack—!” You clapped a hand over your mouth, suddenly shy. It was too much his thumb, the thick heat of him inside you, the raw want in his voice. “Don’t you dare hide those sounds. I wanna hear every little noise you make when you come on me.”

“Can’t—can’t—” you stammered, overwhelmed.

“Yeah, you can,” he murmured, kissing the underside of your jaw as you trembled. “Gonna take every inch of me, yeah?”

His breathing turned ragged, swearing low and sharp into your neck before yanking you up just enough to slide free. His hand wrapped around himself, pumping hard as he groaned your name, hot ropes spilling across your stomach and dripping down the insides of your shaking thighs. The mess was hot and heavy on your skin, his hand still gripping your hip as if he couldn’t stand to let you go.

You were gasping, chest heaving, legs trembling in his lap while he looked down at you—hair mussed, lips swollen, his release painting your skin.

“Reckon you understand the cowboy hat rule now?”

Your legs were still trembling where you straddled him, knees pressed into the rough cot, and Drover leaned back a little just to take you in. Hair mussed, lips swollen, skin flushed all the way down your chest and his seed dripping lazy trails down your thigh. His eyes darkened, jaw flexing.

“First time, and you took me so damn natural.” His other hand drifted down, rough palm grazing your stomach until it stopped right over your navel. His thumb traced a lazy circle there before dipping lower, dragging through the heat of your sex just to smear his seed across your skin.

You whimpered, thighs twitching under his touch, but he didn’t stop just rubbed the mess in, he wanted it to stay. “That’s mine,” he murmured, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “Every drop. You feel it?”

When you nodded shyly, his mouth twitched like he was fighting a smirk. “Good girl.” His hands slid down to grip your hips again, big thumbs pressing into the dimples of your lower back. “Bet I could get it in you again.”

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