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“Help me understand” Caine begged.

You had been answering every question he had about the human world- what you could remember. He seemed so fascinated by the drudge of daily life in the real world. Mostly, he was confused as to why you and the rest of the circus would ever prefer that to his adventures. He spent all day working on ideas and none of them gave him the reaction he wanted- that he was expecting to be honest.

“It’s nice to have a routine I guess,” you explained, “Something to rely on.”

“You can rely on me!” Caine exclaimed.

You giggled. He tried his best to contain his blush. He looked so cute when he was curious, especially when he can’thide his frustration when he doesn’t understand.

“It’s a bit different, Caine, but yes, I know I can rely on you.” You said sweetly.

The blush on his face deepened. He loved when you said his name. It made him feel closer to you. He had never felt this way about anyone. He craved your attention and talking to you was his favorite pastime.

“Can I ask you something inappropriate? Please stop me if it’s too forward. It’s just something I’m intrigued by…” Caine's voice trailed off.

“Yeah, you can ask whatever you want. I don’t mind.” You comforted him. Now you were the curious one.

“I’ve been thinking about it since Zooble mentioned it. Do humans really want to do what so often? Do you guys miss it here?” He asked you, his eyes full of wonder.

“Do you mean sex?” You giggled again. If it were even possible, you could’ve sworn he blushed even more. Out of embarrassment or arousal, you didn’t know.

“Yes, exactly. I want to know. Is it that pleasurable? I turned off the safety filters. I don’t know if you noticed,” Caine explained, “I wanted to see if I could feel that way. I believe I can. Feel aroused, I mean.”

So it was arousal. You couldn’t ignore your own wetness now. Hearing him speak so openly about something considered so taboo, especially in the circus. You knew he had a crush on you, but you could never imagine it went this deep.

“How do you know…that you can feel arousal?” You spoke slowly, choosing your words carefully.

“I’m pretty in touch with my body since the filters have been removed. I can touch myself now. I knew I could but I guess I never had someone who stimulated me in that way. Like you-“ He stopped mid- sentence. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Please forgive-“

You close the distance between you and kiss him.

After a second you pull away, his head in your hands, “It’s okay. I feel the same way about you, Caine.”

You continue to make out with him. His skill with his tongue makes you think he may have been doing his own research on the side. It also makes you wonder how it would feel elsewhere.

His hands find their way to your ass. He grips and holds you like you’ll disappear from his grasp.

“I want to try. I want to have sex with you,” he says, looking up at you through lidded eyes.

“Please. I want you,” You begged. He was so cute and your isolation in the circus didn’t help. You needed this as much as him.

You hop off his lap and hit your knees right in front of him. He’s seated on his office couch and his large hands grip the back of the pillows.

“What are you ~Oh,” Caine whimpered. The sound went straight to your core. Your hands worked at his belt and pants zipper, tapping his thighs prompting him to lift his hips. You remove his pants freeing his cock.

Your eyes widened. It was big. Big enough to make you wonder if he chose his size or if that was standard in AI design. The tip was already leaking, the head red and swollen.

You take him into your hand, “Can I?” you ask, opening your mouth.

“Please. I need it so much,” he whines.

You take his length in your mouth and begin to bob. Your hand still holds on to the base and moves in tandem with your mouth.

Caine moans and whines at your work on his dick. His hands gently find their way into your hair. He rests them there as his hips start to buck up into you. You can’t believe he’s going to cum so quickly. Poor thing is feeling everything all at once, but you can’t help but feel proud of yourself.

“I think I’m about to finish,” He hums, “Where do I…”

You come off him quickly, “I’ll swallow,” you tell him.

He moans at your words as you go back to pleasuring him. A few more pumps and he begins to buck his hips once again.

With a loud whimper, he cums down your throat. You stay down and swallow it all.

When you come up his eyes are closed and he’s huffing like he can’t catch his breath.

“Caine? Are you okay?” you ask.

“Okay? I feel amazing,” He replies, “Was it good?”

You smile at his question, “It was great, Caine, but I think that’s enough for today, right? Do you understand? Why humans love sex I mean.”

He nods, “I get it 100%. Can we do more?”

He’s such an angel, you think, “Of course Caine, after you recover okay?”

Caine pulls up his pants and lies back on the couch. He lifts his hands towards you, signaling for you to join him. You jump into his lap and curl up right on his chest.

“Thank you, for explaining everything I ask. You’re so nice to me. All the time,” He pets your hair as he speaks.

“You’re welcome, love. It’s easy to talk to you. When my mouth isn’t occupied of course.” You giggle.

You lie on his chest and listen to his heartbeat as it lulls you to sleep.

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I love innocent!art I DONT CARE IF ITS CANON

Art had never touched a girl like this before. He’d kissed them, and sometimes they’d touch him through his shorts, but he was always too nervous to go further. From the way Patrick talked about it, he didn’t know if he was prepared. He doesn’t know how to be assertive or dominant. He likes to be sweet, he likes to be.. taken care of.

Of course, he’s watched porn. He’s seen the girls who step on guys and spank them and make fun of them, but that’s just porn. And he’s honestly not sure he wants that either. He just wants to make whoever he’s with feel good, and he.. hasn’t exactly learned how to do that.

But you.. you showed him a whole new world. You were like some sort of sex goddess.. you just knew how to take care of him. You knew exactly what he was thinking— you let him just.. explore you. You were perfect.

He’d liked you for a while now, and you weren’t exactly shy about how you wanted him. So one night, you finally got him into your apartment. It took some puppy dog eyes, but at the end of the day, he couldn’t resist.

Just as he feared, you’re immediately on top of him, kissing him with such.. need. He’s never felt that before. Most girls are always hesitant.. more slow, cautious movements. You just immediately took over, and that made the blood rush straight from one head to the other. He felt lightheaded, and your lipgloss was so sticky and you smelled so good.. he was overwhelmed and fidgety, you could sense his nervousness from a mile away.

“…are you a virgin?” He hears you mutter against his lips. He pulls away slightly as he watches an almost wicked grin grow on your previously sweet looking lips. He blinks a few times at the question. What does he say to that? It’s embarrassing. You know the answer by how he flushes from the tips of his ears down his neck, and somehow, your smile only grows.

He sees how you slightly bite your lip. He can’t help but think you’re a little too excited by the idea of him being a virgin— the look on your face reminds him of how Patrick looked when he found out Art had never jerked off. The face of someone who was about to change his life.

“have you ever touched a girl before?” You ask sweetly, softly. There’s an almost motherly tone to your voice, and it makes his head all fuzzy. He shakes his head after a moment, stuttering out a small “no” as he bats his long eyelashes up at you. He’s so hard it hurts, and all he can focus on his how you’re pressing against him while straddling his lap. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, so they just rest at his sides. He wants to touch you, feel you, worship you.. but that’d be too much, right?

He feels your hand touch his own. God, they’re probably all gross and clammy. Now that’s all he can think about. He’s about to start a small apology for his nervous state when he feels his fingers press against something warm and wet. His eyes flit to where his arm leads and he sees his hand underneath your skirt. “You want me to—“ he asks, seeming almost concerned. But when he looks up, you just.. nod. So simply, without a care in the world. And suddenly, he can’t remember why he was so nervous. You’re here..you’ll teach him. You’ll take over where Patrick left off.

He feels around and stops when he hears you make a small noise “was that bad?” He asks ashamedly, but regains his little dignity when you frantically shake your head. He furrows his brow slightly when you tell him to keep doing it, but does as you ask. You’re the expert.

He runs his slender fingers over the raised area over and over and over, eyes trained on your face as he watches you lose your composure. “Inside— put them inside.” You say as you hold back a small moan and he nods, searching eagerly for your entrance. He runs his fingers over the slick skin and finds it rather quickly, slowly inserting his middle finger. He moans at the feeling just as you do— it’s so pleasant inside of you. It’s soft and warm, and so.. close, you’re constricting around his finger like you never want it to leave.

He begins to feel around there, too. Pressing against a particularly squishy spot that piques his interest as you grind on his palm and his lap. He feels himself getting more and more warm, and he feels an all too familiar knot building in his stomach.

Guilt creeps in as he gets closer and closer to orgasm. You haven’t even touched him and he’s about to soil his boxers. How pathetic. Not to mention all he can look at is how hot you look like this. Flushed cheeks, kiss-bitten lips, your boobs in his face. There’s a soft light coming from your desk lamp that shines through your messy hair, and he swears that you’re a god, or an angel.. or something. You can’t feel this good, and look that way, and be.. a person. People have flaws, but you’re just.. perfect.

Your moans get more frequent and loud, so much that he can now hear you over his own whimpers and whines. He wants to tell you to stop, to avoid the humiliation of cumming in his pants. But you feel too good, and he can’t resist the thought of cumming with you. It’s like an obsession now, it keeps replaying in his brain and he has to have it be his reality.

He hears you chant his name and give him a quick warning of your impending orgasm before planting your lips back on his. He whines into your mouth as he tips over the edge and you groan as you do the same. You’re humping against eachother like dogs in heat, and there’s something so beautiful about how you made eachother feel so much with so little.

As you come down, he’s still humping against you, despite the encroaching overstimulation. He wants to feel you as much as possible. You smile “does that feel good?” You ask in that motherly tone, regaining your composure with impressive ease, and he stops like a child with his hand in the cookie jar. He flushes and mutters soft apologies into your shoulder, letting out a pathetic whimper when you tell him to keep going.

Eddie turned onto his side to face his bedside table and stared at his phone, contemplating giving you a call, but it was three in the morning so he was sure that you were asleep. He was desperate, but not enough to bother you while you were sleeping.

Maybe he could text you. That wouldn’t be too disruptive, right? He was just going to text you and if you didn’t reply, he was just going to have to rely on his stupid hand to get the job done. But the thing about his hand was that it wasn’t pretty and didn’t compliment him when he made a sound that was particularly hot. And his hand didn’t snuggle him after the show was over, telling him what a good job he has done.

Eddie reached over and grabbed his phone and opened up the text thread he had with you before going through your conversation before debating if he was actually going to say something. Before he could stop himself, he quickly typed out something before throwing his phone across the room.

Are you awake?

He got up onto his knees as if he could see the screen from there and felt his heart race in his chest as he waited for a reply. God, why did he do that? He should have just left it alone.

His phone pinged and he launched himself across the bed into the floor, flipping the phone over to see that you had replied.

never thought I’d get a you up text from you

What’s up?

My dick, he thought, but he thought that was too to the point.

Can I come over?

There was no way that he was going to fuck you with Wayne being in the other room, so your apartment was going to have to work.

You replied instantly.

You don’t have to ask, handsome! That’s why I gave you the key, remember? 😉

He honestly couldn’t believe that you had trusted him enough with a key to your apartment. Sure, you had been at this for months, but he didn’t think that your relationship (if you could even call it that) was at that stage. But still, he took the key found himself staring at it from time to time, knowing that you’d let him come over any time he wanted.

You had given Eddie the key months ago and this was going to be the first time he actually used it. His excuse was that he didn’t want to potentially walk in you while changing but you both knew that you couldn’t have cared less. His real reason was that a key was a big step in any relationship, and he wasn’t sure what ever was going on between the two of you, but he liked it. And he was trying to convince himself that he didn’t want your relationship to progress just because he was sure that you didn’t want it to. He knew for a fact that if you asked him to be your boyfriend, he would have jumped at the chance.

Eddie threw on his shoes out the way out the door and raced across town to get to your apartment. He had memorized the way, no longer needing his phone to get him there since he had come over so often.He had never come over so early in the morning, though, and he was grateful for the lack of people on the road so he could get to you sooner.

Eddie pulled up to your building and the elevator ride to your floor was agonizingly long as it slowly took him up to your floor. Once there, he got to your door and unlocked it, letting himself in.

The place was in a bit more disarray than usual with a few dishes in the sink and appliances that took over the counter that were usually neatly tucked away. But that didn’t surprise him since you didn’t really have much time to clean up. And Eddie didn’t think he could talk because he could barely see the floor in his own room.

He moved through your apartment and knocked on your door which you opened in a flash. You let him inside and he couldn’t take his eyes off of the baby pink silk lingerie nightgown that showed off your body very nicely.

“Hi,” you greeted him with that pretty smile and he thought he could just melt right there where he was standing. Seeing you in that outfit, he really was going to need all the help he could get.

“Hi,” he nodded and stepped towards you, his hands, gripping your waist, pulling you to him. “This is a nice little number.”

“Really? You like it?” Were you kidding? Eddie swore he was going to cum right there just by looking at you. The dress stopped right at the middle of your thighs and the cups of the top were always sheer and he could see how hard your nipples were. It was driving him mad that you both weren’t already naked.

“Fucking love it. You’re so hot it’s unfair.” Eddie was really good at compliments. He somehow always knew exactly what you wanted to hear and never failed to tell you how much he liked the way you looked. He was just so sweet and you really wished you could have him b

“You’re hotter,” you told him, your hand moving up so you could twirl some of his hair around your pointer finger.

“Impossible. There’s no competition,” he leaned forward so that his lips were right by your ear. “But if there was, you’d win hands down,” he whispered before bringing your earlobe between his teeth and giving it a soft bite before pressing his lips to your jaw. He pressed open mouthed kisses to your skin until he got to your lips, pulling you in for a bruising one.

It was messy, teeth and tongues getting in the way, but you eventually figured it out, your lips slotting together like two perfect puzzle pieces. Your hands gripped his jaw roughly as you moved his head, trying to get more of him, beginning him to open his mouth as your tongue swiped along his bottom lip.

He opened up and you slide your tongue into his mouth, letting the muscle swirl around his as you both moaned in pleasure at the feeling. You felt Eddie’s boner against your stomach and pushed down his pajamas pants and underwear, giving you a full view of his cock.

“God, I need you so bad,” he whined and you shushed him, trying to get him to calm down.

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you.” You reached for some lube and covered your hand in the stuff before giving his length a few slow pumps, causing him to let out a loud moan, as if it was a sigh of relief.

“God, feels so good.” His fingers dug into your hips as he threw his head back, shutting his eyes tight as euphoria coursed through him.

Eddie’s hands slide down and pushed up your dress to remove your underwear only to find that you weren’t wearing anything.

“You’re not wearing any underwear,” he told you and you bit your bottom lips as you looked up at him through your lashes.

“Thought it’d skip a step.”

Well, that was very nice of you.”

You continued to move your hand back and forth, picking up the pace as you did so, wanting him to feel as good as you had a few nights ago. Once he had reached his climax, you removed your hand and you pushed him down onto the bed before reaching into the pockets of his jeans before pulling out a condom. You ripped open the packet before rolling the thing onto his dick.

You then climbed onto top of him and settled yourself onto his cock, both of you moaning at the sensation as you did so. Out of all the times you and Eddie had hooked up, he had always been on top, but this time, you felt like you owed it to him to let him be on the bottom. You took no time and bucked your hips into his, grabbing onto his shoulders so you’d have more control.

“Fuck, so good, baby,” he whined and you couldn’t stop thinking about hot he looked underneath you, his hair splayed out onto the mattress. His lips so pretty and pink and kiss bitten. His eyes shut as he made the prettiest sounds, it was all so euphoric.

“You like that?” You asked, moving the hardest and fastest that you could and he came completely undone underneath you, his hands scratching up and down your back, leaving bright red marks.

“God, love it, baby. Could let you ride me all night.” You could definitely make that happen, especially since he was being so sweet and complimentary.

“Oh, I intend to.” You continued to move at the same speed and you both moaned and whined and whimpered at every little move, being nothing but vocal about how much you were enjoying your time together.

If you were being honest, Eddie could have been the only man you ever fucked for the rest of your life and would have been content. You’d never tell him, but you’d hadn’t even slept with anyone else since that night at there club and you were going to continue to hook up with him until he got bored of you. They always got bored of you.

After riding him for what felt like forever, you both climaxed and did the proper things to clean up before climbing into your bed, snuggling up in each other’s arms, your naked bodies pressed together.

Mattheo had kissed you like drowning once. But this was worse. This was him letting go.

You could feel the way his hands trembled where they clutched your hips, like you were both lifeline and weapon. His breath came sharp, desperate, as you sank onto him — inch by inch, until he was filled with something he couldn’t name.

“Merlin—” he gasped, voice cracking, eyes glassy. “It’s—fuck—it’s too much.”

He wasn’t arrogant here, not anymore. He wasn’t the cocky Slytherin heir who smirked through everything, who pretended to be untouchable. He was a boy unraveling in your arms, staring up at you like he didn’t know if he wanted to live or die from the feeling of you wrapped around him.

You smoothed your hands over his chest, leaned down to press your lips to his temple, shushing his broken groans. “Breathe, Matty. Just breathe.”

But you didn’t breathe. You couldn’t. Because you knew this wasn’t forever.

He whispered things he didn’t mean. Mine. Stay. Please. His voice splintered with need, with hunger, with something that sounded far too close to love. You let him say it. You let him believe it, for now.

You moved slow, unbearably slow, watching his lashes flutter and his mouth fall open, watching the boy beneath the name, the boy who had never been held like this. He clung to you like a prayer, like you were the only proof that softness existed in the world.

“I—fuck—I can’t hold it, I can’t—” His words dissolved into whimpers, his hips stuttering helplessly beneath you.

You kissed his jaw, whispering the lie he needed: “It’s okay. I’m yours.”

And when he broke, when he spilled inside you with a sob that tore from somewhere deeper than his body, it was beautiful and it was shattering all at once.

Because you knew what he didn’t.

This wasn’t love. This was a boy begging the universe not to abandon him, using your body as proof he was wanted, if only for one night.

And you—fool that you were—you gave it to him. You gave him the illusion, the warmth, the comfort of a love that could never survive the ruin that lived inside him.

Afterward, when his arms locked tight around you, whispering promises of forever, you closed your eyes. You let him. You pretended.

Because if this was his first time, you already knew it was the last time too.

And before he’s able to answer, you sink down on his cock. You lift yourself up planting two hands on his chest. Monitoring his face closely checking for any signs of discomfort. He lays there with his mouth agape. Taking a slow deep breath before he begins to breathe erratically. His eyes roll back a little before they refocus on your face.

You try to lift yourself just a bit but two hands planting your hips down prevents you from doing so.

“W-wait , fuck please just w-wait. I-i think i’m gonna c-cum already fuck” He says in a panicked manner as he stares at the ceiling slightly zoned out.

"It's okay baby , whenever you're ready." With that you continue your motions. Bouncing up and down in a slow pace. Mark's moans turn from mewls and whimpers into choked gurgles. You could see tears start to form along his water line. A small line of drool dribbles down his cheek as he continues to have his mouth open.

You could feel him throbbing inside of you. His abdomen contracting in harsh patterns. His thighs were constantly flexing themselves. He was really close. He wasn't able to form a coherent word in his mind. All he could feel was an earth shattering pleasure he has never felt before.

Leaning down while continuing your up and down movements , Your mouth latches to one of his hardened nipples. Carefully sucking the bud in your mouth and running your tongue around it in circular patterns.

While you use your mouth on him you bring your other hand up to pinch the opposite nipple.

The combination of you bouncing on his cock and his nipples being stimulated sends him over the edge.

It begins with a completely stiffened body. On the outside it looks like his entire body had caught a bad cramp from how stiff he was. All you could hear was gurgled noises. As if he was choking on his own saliva. His eyes went completely cross eyed. In his world everything stopped.

His ears were ringing. His heart threatening to beat out of his chest. The feeling in his stomach was so intense that he stopped breathing for a second. Everything was all too much at once , and before he knew it his world went black.

When he regains his conscious he opens his eyes. Staring at the ceiling for a bit before turning his head. There you were sitting beside him softly caressing your hands through his messy hair. Before he had a chance to ask any questions, you spoke up.

"Hi" You say in a light hearted tone. Cheeky smile planted across your face going from ear to ear. Voice as smooth as honey.