#fredtober

“Simon,” you whined softly, jumping at the sound of thunder in the distance as the rain pounded on the roof harder with each passing second. You sunk deeper under the comforter as he hummed softly, rolling over in bed to pull you closer to his side.

“What’s up, sugar tits?” He mumbled, kissing your collarbone gently before he nuzzled into your neck more. 

“It’s storming outside,” you complained, wrapping your arms around his body tightly as you hid under the covers more.

“Yeah, so?” Simon asked, opening one eye before he looked at you. “That’s outside. We’re inside.”

“But, I can't sleep.” 

Simon’s hand moved down your chest and stomach, stopping at the hem of your tank top. Slowly, he pushed it up, his fingers dancing along your skin until they were resting on your left breast. He squeezed the skin gently, massaging your breast lazily as he sighed, “it’s just a storm, baby girl,” he said softly. “You’re safe with me, I’d never let anything hurt you.” 

“I know. But it’s so dark,” you complained, looking up at him. You squinted against the dark of the room, waiting for your eyes to catch up but they didn’t. You could barely make Simon out as he laid beside you in bed. “I don’t like the dark,” you added, your hand moving to his face gently. 

“I can turn the light on?” He suggested, groaning slightly when you accidentally poked him in the eye carefully. “Ow, fucking hell, watch it.” He mumbled, slowly pulling away from you. 

“Sorry.” You mumbled, curling into the covers more as the bed dipped and Simon crawled out. He shuffled towards the door, expertly avoiding anything on the floor until he reached the light switch. He flicked it up, waiting to be blinded by the light. “Why didn’t it turn on?” You asked, sitting up quickly. You wrapped the blanket around yourself, looking towards where you thought the light switch was. You knew he made it there, you heard him flip the switch, so, where’s the light?

“I think the power might be out,” Simon replied, looking back towards the bed where you sat. “Wait here,” he mumbled, tripping out of the room. He swore under his breath and shook his head, maneuvering through the hallway towards the kitchen. Blindly, he searched for what he was looking for.

After finding some candle sticks and matches, he quickly lit one, relishing in the small amount of light that illuminated the room. He grabbed some extra candles and made his way back to the bedroom, where you sat on the bed, a blanket wrapped around your body tightly. 

“I brought some candles,” he smiled softly, walking towards the bedside table. He placed the candles there carefully, lighting a couple more before he crawled back into bed beside you. “Better?” Simon asked, his arms wrapping around you once again. 

“Better,” you nodded slightly, moving closer to his touch. “I’m sorry.” You admitted softly, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“Nah, don’t be,” he smiled, kissing your head softly. “However, now I am just wide awake,” he mumbled, fingers playing with the fabric of your tank top. 

“Me too,” you sighed. “I can’t sleep during thunderstorms.”

Simon hummed, his fingers moving under your tank top before dancing up your skin again. His hand found its way back to your left breast, squeezing it gently before massaging the skin gently. “You know,” he smirked, placing a kiss on your neck. “We could just have some fun.” He suggested, leaving more kisses up and down your neck. 

You giggled at the feeling, head tilting to the side to give him more access to your neck. “Simon,” you whined again, looking at him in the soft candle light. 

He hummed against your skin, squeezing your breast harder before his fingers were tugging your tank top off. He sat up, shifting towards you. Simon hovered over you, leaning down to kiss your lips softly. Your lips moved against his gently and lovingly, your fingers wrapping around his biceps as he kissed down your jaw and neck. 

Simon’s lips moved down your chest, leaving soft and sloppy kisses over your breasts as he did so. His lips wrapped around your right nipple, sucking slowly as his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud. 

“Fuck,” you moaned softly, your fingers moving to his messy hair. Running through the hair gently, your fingers curled around the locks slowly and tugged with each movement he made. He groaned, roughly sucking on your nipple before he lips moved farther down your stomach. He stopped above the waistband of your sweatpants, looking up at you.

“Can I take these off?” He asked with a smirk as his fingers toyed with the fabric. You nodded, lifting your hips as he pulled the sweatpants down your body slowly and carefully. He tossed them to the side, pushing your legs apart slightly. Simon leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your clothed core. You moaned softly, back arching off the bed as your fingers tugged on his hair again.

“Simon,” you groaned out. He smirked, placing soft kisses on your inner thighs.

“Yeah, baby girl?” He asked, pulling your panties off carefully. Outside a loud crack of thunder echoed, causing you to shriek and jump slightly. Simon looked up at you, placing his hands on your thighs gently. “Relax, baby,” he smiled softly, rubbing small circles on your thighs. “I’m right here, focus on me, okay?” He said, looking at you.

Your gaze met his and you nodded slightly, falling back onto the bed with a huff. “Okay,” you nodded, tugging on his hair to help ground yourself. 

He smiled, placing a soft kiss on your inner thigh before he licked a long stripe up your folds. You moaned out his name, relaxing into the bed as his tongue continued to move up and down your folds softly. Simon’s fingers wrapped around your thighs, moving them both over his shoulders as he placed a kiss on your clit. 

“Si,” you moaned, pushing his head down towards your core. He groaned against you, sucking on your clit before his dominant hand moved towards your entrance. Slowly swirling around your slick, he pushed his pointer and middle finger inside of you carefully, pumping his fingers. He started out slow before he picked up speed, pumping his fingers faster and deeper, curling them a couple of times. 

“Yeah, baby girl?” He asked, looking up at you with a grin before he nipped at the skin on your thigh. 

“Fuck,” your hips moved up slightly, causing friction against his fingers. “Why are you so good at this?” You asked in a huff. 

“So good at distracting you from the storm or so good at eating you out?” He teased, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. 

“Yes.”

His tongue flicked over your clit, his fingers moving faster as you clenched around them. “Fuck, baby girl, you gonna cum for me?” He asked, curling his fingers again.

You moaned his name, nodding as you clenched around his fingers again, releasing around them as another loud crack of thunder echoed from outside the windows. “Fuck, shit,” you whined, jumping slightly at the noise.

“Hey, I’m right here,” Simon smiled, kissing your inner thighs as he kept pumping his fingers, helping you ride out your high. After a few seconds you relaxed, sighing as you looked down at him. 

“I don’t like storms,” you complained, brushing his hair out of his eyes gently. He nodded, sitting up slowly. 

“I’ve gathered that,” he replied, slowly sucking your juices off of his fingers. “But, that’s okay, I’ll keep you distracted.” Simon smirked, kissing back up your body. “Come here, baby, let me help you. Your knight in shining armor is here and he’s ready to do you all night if that means you’re distracted from the storm.”

“Oh, my hero,” you teased, kissing his lips. 

“Yeah, and the best part is that it covers your face,” Kate teased, joining the four of you on the front lawn and Simon gasped, snatching the mask from the top of his head and pointing it at her.

“At least I’m wearing a costume.  You’re just in your cheerleading uniform, what a cop out!” Simon countered, wrinkling his nose at her and stuffing the mask in his back pocket.

Kate shrugged it off, unperturbed.  “I didn’t have time to find a costume, I was busy with other stuff,” she said pointedly, flashing a dime bag of pills in his face, and Simon reached for them with an excited gasp.

“These for us?”

“Yep, enjoy,” Kate chirped and peeled off to go find some customers.

“Hell yeah!”  Simon grinned.  “Shall we, my lady?” he intoned, gesturing to the door.

Inside, you threaded your way through a throng of costumed partiers in search of the booze.  Music filled the cramped house, the bass thrumming through the walls like a heartbeat, and you passed the makeshift dance floor in the living room, dodging couples making out in the hall or lounging against any piece of furniture they could find.

Here and there you greeted a familiar face until you broke through to the kitchen, spying the keg in the corner.

“Yes!  Sustenance!” Simon exclaimed, grabbing a red plastic cup from a nearby stack and filling it, letting the foam run over the side before handing it to you and pouring another for himself.

“I should’ve known, like, every girl here was gunna be dressed as a witch,” you pouted, taking a sip of your beer as you glanced around the room.

“Aw, but you’re the hottest witch here, by far,” Simon exclaimed, pulling you against his chest with his free arm.

“You’re obligated to say that,” you countered, poking him in the stomach.

“Aw c’mon, you know I’m not just saying that,” he insisted.  “You’re the sexiest girl in any room, no matter what you’re wearing,” he purred, smirking as he glanced down your top, his hand slipping down your back to squeeze your ass.

“Now c’mon, let’s go dance, beautiful,” he murmured in your ear and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you agreed, letting him lead you out to the living room, the skeleton bones on the front of his costume glowing brightly under the black lights.

Pulling the little baggie from his pocket, Simon fished one of the little bright coloured tablets and held it up.  “Open,” he instructed, placing the tablet on your tongue before doing the same for himself, and you swallowed it down with a gulp of beer.

“Now, let the real party begin,” he chuckled, swaying his hips to the beat.

Closing your eyes, you felt the music flow through you, letting it guide you, and soon the effects of the molly kicked in, enhancing your senses tenfold—making every colour brighter, every sound louder, and every touch sensual.  

Holding your half empty cup, you lifted your arms above your head as you swayed, snaking them around Simon’s neck and pressing against him.

“Feelin’ good, babygirl?” he chuckled in your ear, ducking his head to kiss your neck, sending a thrill through you, and you let out a soft mewl, tilting your head further to give him more skin to kiss.

“Mhmm,” you replied, having to raise your voice to be heard over the music.  “You?”

“You know it, sweet cheeks,” he drawled, a cheshire grin tugging at his lips before they were on yours, his tongue swiping against yours boldly and you groaned deep in your throat, nipping at his bottom lip before finally parting for air.

“Hold that thought, I need to pee,” you exclaimed, taking a step back and leaving your boyfriend gaping at you.

“God!  You’re such a tease, woman!” he laughed, a goofy grin quick to split his face.

“Gotta keep you on your toes,” you countered, smirking back.

“Hey now, don’t go getting started in there without me,” he said, arching a cheeky eyebrow and wriggling his painted fingers at you suggestively.

“No promises,” you joked, sticking your tongue out at him as you slipped away in search of the bathroom, finishing off the rest of your beer as you went.

You found the line to the bathroom with relative ease and let out a groan, but settled in to wait, leaning against the wall.  Deena and Sam passed on their way to the kitchen and you waved, having a short conversation with the girl behind you before stumbling into the tiny half-bath when it was your turn.  Checking your makeup before leaving, you ambled back to the living room to find Simon, the buzz of your high fully kicking in.

Peering through the press of bodies, you frowned, not seeing your boyfriend’s familiar swoop of blonde hair, only to give a start as a pair of arms slipped around you from behind.  With a startled gasp, you spun, ready to throw an elbow, only to let out a relieved breath when you realized it was only Simon, the skull mask pulled down over his face.

“You scared the shit outta me!” you cried, smacking his arm playfully, but he merely shrugged, tilting his head as if mocking you.  “You’re such an ass sometimes, Si,” you huffed, but you let him pull you closer, his hands sliding down to the curve of your ass.

“Oh now you’re gunna be nice?” you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck.  “Take that stupid mask off so I can kiss you,” you pouted, tugging at the black fabric attached to the rubber skull face, but Simon pulled your hand away and shook his head.  Instead, he pointed toward the stairs.

“You wanna go upstairs to the bedroom?” you asked, and he nodded.

Rolling your eyes at whatever game he was playing, you let him take your hand, following toward the staircase and away from the party.

The sound of your name being called uncertainly from behind you brought you up short however, and you turned, only to see Simon standing there, holding two fresh cups of beer, a confused look on his face.

“Simon?” you breathed.  Freezing in place, a shudder ran through you as you realized, with dawning horror, that the person leading you away wasn’t actually your boyfriend.

“What the fuck?  Let go of me!” you cried, pulling away, trying to wrench free of the stranger’s grasp, but their grip on your wrist only tightened painfully.

Simon’s expression twisted in indignation, and for a moment all rationale seemed to desert him.  

Without thinking, Simon tossed the beer aside and rushed forward, hellbent on protecting you.  With a wild cry, he collided with the masked stranger, his momentum sending the pair of them sprawling, nearly taking you with them.

“Get your hands off her, motherfucker!” he cried before his bravado vanished with a startled yelp as his opponent began to fight back and the two of them struggled on the floor for a moment before the masked stranger gained the upper hand and pinned Simon beneath him as he tried to scramble backwards.

“HEY!  FIGHT!” someone yelled from across the room and the music cut out as the crowd shifted, surging to converge around the action.

A helpless cry left your lips as your stalker’s fist connected with Simon’s nose, but before you could act, several guys from the football team rushed forward to pull him off Simon and haul him to his feet.

“Si, are you okay?” you gasped, dropping to your knees at your boyfriend’s side.  At the sight of the dark blood running from his nose down his lips you let out a hiss, turning to glare at the masked attacker.

“What this?  This is nothing,” Simon chuckled weakly, letting you help him up.

“Simon,” you huffed, but he merely grinned at you, wiping at his bloodied nose.  

“Ow!  Actually, that stings, like a lot,” he whined, wincing in pain and turning to spit the blood from his mouth.

“Hey, what the fuck’s going on?” Deena demanded, pushing through the crowd to get to you and Simon, Sam and Kate in tow behind her. 

“Some creep dressed in the same costume as Simon tried to trick me into going upstairs with him,” you huffed, rubbing at your arms as a chill pebbled your skin.

Noticing your discomfort, Simon wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer, his expression hardening as he glared at the guy in the skull mask.

“What?” Kate demanded, her dark eyes flashing.  “Who the fuck is this asshole anyway?” she growled, stepping forward to reach for his mask.

“I dunno, but we’re about to find out” Simon exclaimed as Kate yanked the mask off.

“Why does he look familiar?” Deena muttered as everyone leaned in to get a better look, but you recognized him instantly.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” you muttered under your breath.

“Wait, I know him,” Sam said with a frown.  “He’s from Sunnyvale.”

“Yeah, he’s a dick who doesn’t know how to take no for an answer,” you said, shooting him the sharpest look you could muster.  “He’s been hitting on me all year,” you explained.

“Oh c’mon, you and I both know you don’t belong here with this freak,” he spat, straining against the hands holding him back.

“You’re the one who doesn’t belong here, so get the fuck out,” you said, nodding for the others to get him out of your sight and Simon raised both hands, flipping him the double bird.

“Suck it, pal!” he called after him as your fellow Shadysiders dragged him outside.

“Take care of Simon, we’ll take care of this dick.  If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll leave you alone after this,” Kate exclaimed, hurrying after the others, looking ready to kick some ass.

“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.  There’s a bathroom upstairs,” you murmured, pulling Simon to his feet and leading him up the worn steps, each one creaking beneath your weight.

As you climbed in silence, you tried not to think about what might’ve happened had that guy gotten you upstairs and away from the party, and from the troubled look on Simon’s face, you figured he was thinking the same.  

On the second floor, it felt as though the party were miles away and you barely registered that the music had started up again as you stepped into the dark bathroom at the end of the hall and flipped on the light, squinting as the overhead light flickered on.

“Sit down,” you instructed and Simon obeyed without a word, flopping down atop the closed toilet lid while you opened several drawers in search of a wash cloth.  Snatching one from beneath the sink, you ran it under the faucet and wrung it out before turning back to Simon who was still unusually quiet.

“I’m sorry you got hurt,” you whispered, gently wiping the blood from his face.

“I’ve had worse,” he replied with a shrug, his lips twitching slightly as his eyes found yours—pale under the harsh fluorescent light—and his grin faded.  “Are you okay?” he asked, plucking at your skirt as if he wanted to pull you closer, but reluctant to.

“I–” you sighed and shrugged.  “I’m just glad you came back when you did,” you murmured, setting aside the bloodied towel to rest your hands on Simon’s shoulders.

He frowned, his hands balling into fists in the folds of your skirt.  “I shoulda been there sooner, I shouldn’t have gone off to get those fucking beers–” he muttered, shaking his head angrily.

“Simon, it’s not your fault,” you insisted, catching his face between your hands to get him to look at you.

“But I’m your boyfriend.  I’m supposed to-to protect you and take care of you and shit,” he protested, huffing a frustrated sigh.

“It’s not your fault,” you repeated, gently brushing his hair from his eyes.

“I just hate the thought of someone else’s hands on you, violating you,” he grumbled, his brows furrowing.

Biting your lip, you searched his face.  “Then why don’t you help me forget about that asshole’s hands on me?” you breathed, holding his gaze as you guided his hands to your hips.

“Now that I can do,” he replied, taking the hint and pulling you closer, his hands sliding down to your ass as your lips collided in a desperate kiss, drowning out the lingering disgust you felt.

Moaning into his mouth as your tongue delved deeper, you tangled your fingers in his hair and gave a tug, urging him to his feet.  

With a groan, Simon surged forward, backing you against the sink, his hips pressing into you possessively and you could already feel his arousal hardening against you, flooding you with heat.

“Need you–” you gasped between fevered kisses, clutching at the front of his costume as his lips moved to your neck, each wet open mouthed kiss only fueling your sense of urgency—the heat between your legs growing to an insistent throb.

Simon hummed in acknowledgment before sucking hard at your pulse point, leaving a dark hickey behind and drawing a whine from you.

His kiss-swollen lips pulled into a smirk as your eyes met briefly before you were stumbling from the bathroom to the empty bedroom across the hall, pulling at each other’s clothes between messy kisses.

Simon let out a grunt as his shoulder hit the door frame, but he was quick to kick the door shut behind you before helping you out of your dress and panties, leaving them in a pool at your feet.  Kicking off his boots, he nearly tore his costume in his haste to get out of it and you pushed him back atop the bed with an impish grin.

As he tumbled backward, bouncing slightly atop the mattress, a giddy yelp left Simon’s lips and he quickly wriggled out of his boxers, letting his cock spring free to land heavily against his stomach, a grin stretching his face as you crawled astride him.

Claiming his lips in a bruising kiss, you slipped his length between your folds to grind against him, shuddering as his head caught your swollen clit, and a breathy moan caught in your throat.

“Oh fuck–” Simon whined into your mouth, his hands squeezing at your hips, the thick metal of his rings cool against your fevered skin.  “Baby, please, I need to be inside you,” he groaned, rutting against you impatiently and you quieted him with a deep kiss, your tongue demanding against his as you reached between you to guide him to your slick entrance–your arousal sticky against your inner thighs.

Bullying his cock between your folds, you slowly sank down on him, savouring the feel of every vein and ridge against your velvety walls as he filled you.  Catching his bottom lip between your teeth, you gave a soft tug before releasing him as you sat up. Leaning back, you rested your hands on his thighs to stabilize yourself as you rolled your hips, pulling him deeper while putting yourself tantalizingly on display for him.

“Shit, baby–” Simon breathed, his voice huskier than usual as his lust blown gaze took you in, devouring the sight of you hungrily.  “Shit, you’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he moaned, sliding his hands up your body to grope your tits almost reverently, and his mouth fell open as you began to ride him.

“And I’m all yours,” you drawled.  “All fucking yours.”

“Oh Goddamn, woman–” he swore, wetting his lips as he watched you, coaxing your nipples to stiffen between his fingers.  “You look so good riding me,” he groaned, his hips giving another involuntary buck upwards and your breath hitched sharply as he bottomed out, taking you by surprise.

“Simon–!” you whined and he let out a rueful chuckle.

“Sorry,” he breathed, though his lips tugged into a small smirk and you couldn’t be mad.

Leaning forward, you pressed your hands to his chest, trailing your fingers through the soft hair that ran down his stomach before Simon grabbed your arms to pull you down atop him.

“Want you closer,” he murmured, wrapping you in his arms to steal a kiss as he met each roll of your hips with a thrust of his own, bucking up into you.  “I like feeling you against me,” he breathed, rolling you to your back with a soft grunt.

“Me too,” you whimpered, adjusting your hips, and Simon hiked your leg up as he sped up, forcing a gasp from your lungs as his cock dragged against your sweet spot—each stroke fanning the flames of your pleasure, coiling it tighter in your gut tighter till it was ready to snap.

“Si—“ you whined, your nails biting into his shoulder blades.  “M’close,” you gasped, desperately rolling your hips to meet his frantic thrusts.

“Good, wantcha to cum for me babygirl,” he breathed, kissing you sloppily.  “Make a mess on my cock,” he drawled in your ear, sending you over the edge.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh Simon—!” you cried as your muscles went rigid, squeezing impossibly tighter around him while his thrusts grew jerky and soon his mouth fell open, your name ripping from his lungs before he quickly pulled out to spill his load against your stomach, his cock twitching against you with each spasm, leaving your walls to flutter and clench around nothing with each aftershock of your climax.

For a moment all you could do was catch your breath, Simon’s chest heaving against yours and you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the sticky mess pressed between you, only concerned with holding him close.

“I fucking love you,” you murmured and Simon smiled against your skin where his face was buried in your neck.

“Love you too, babygirl,” he replied, his voice husky with affection and he finally raised his face to look at you.  “Love you so much,” he breathed, resting his forehead against yours, sharing your breath.

“Feel better?” he asked, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, and you nodded weakly, completely spent.

“So much,” you replied, sighing in contentment and Simon smiled, stealing one more kiss before rolling off you and reaching for some tissues from the box on the nightstand next to the bed.

“Good, me too,” he chuckled lightly, gently cleaning his cooling mess from your skin before pulling you into his arms, your legs tangling comfortably as you molded to him, your eyelids slipping shut for a moment.

“Y’know, for a second, when I saw you following that dick to the stairs, I thought you knew it wasn’t me,” Simon whispered and you frowned, lifting your face to look at him.

“What—?”

Simon shook his head at his own foolishness.  “You’re so out of my league, sometimes it’s like I’m just waiting for you to realize it,” he huffed with a grimace, all trace of his usual levity gone.  

“Simon—“ you breathed, your voice growing stern as you held his clear blue gaze.  “You are the only one I want.  Period.”

“But—“

“Period,” you repeated, cutting him off, and he seemed to soften, believing you.

Satisfied, you settled back down against him, ready to fall asleep, but a knock on the door had you both groaning in annoyance. “Occupado!  Go awayyyy!” Simon exclaimed, rolling over to press his face to your shoulder, hoping to ignore the intrusion. “Are you two done fucking in there?  Cause we’re ready to leave!” Deena’s voice called through the door.

“Yeah, afterparty at Deena’s,” Sam added.  

Letting out a heavy sigh, you shared a look with Simon, though the thought of heading back to your friend’s house to pig out on pizza and watch scary movies sounded better than going back down to the party. “We’re coming!” you called, rolling over to find your clothes.

“Ew!”

“Not like that!” you huffed, rolling your eyes, though you wore an amused grin as you pulled your dress over your head.

“Speak for yourself!” Simon laughed, catching you round the middle as you went to open the door.  Letting out a yelp and a soft shriek of laughter as he pulled you into his lap to steal a kiss, you could only imagine what your friends thought was happening in there.

You’re unloading a grocery order, unpacking ingredients for pie into the large double-door fridge in Dmitri’s penthouse. You have plans to make cherry pie for Dima’s birthday that weekend. Suddenly, you hear the faint click of the door opening and closing again.

“Hi, baby,” Dima murmurs as he walks, well, more like sulks, into the kitchen, already barefoot besides some socks (he knows how you are about shoes in the house). He loosens his tie. You notice his shoulders are hunched forward and his usual perfectly coiffed hair is messy.

“What’s wrong, Dima?” you ask, eyes scanning him.

“Nothing, my love,” he answers, avoiding your gaze. “Don’t worry yourself.”

“But I can’t help it,” you say, moving closer.

He still won’t look at you.

“Tell me,” you breathe, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek, coaxing the truth out of him.

He sighs and takes off his jacket and sets it on the back of a barstool and spills; a fight with his father, work troubles, Sergei stirring up drama again. The stress radiates off him and your chest aches to make it better. Maybe you can make his pie early? But it’s already so late at night…

Your eyes trail over the remaining ingredients on the countertop when it hits you.

“How about you let me clear your head?” you ask, picking up the red bottle of reddy whip from the counter. 

He just looks at you, tired and confused. 

“Come on,” you grab his hand and he relents as you lead him down the hall to the master room and guide him gently towards the bed. The tension in his body slowly melts as you help him undress. First you unbutton his dress shirt, starting at the top and going down. It’s wrinkled but still smells like his cologne. And him.

You toss the shirt to the side, and grab his neck to pull him into a steamy kiss. He starts to grab your waist but you hum, “Mm-mm” and shake your head. “This is just about you, Dima.”

“But-” he protests.

“No buts,” you say in a low voice. You unclasp and take off his belt, throwing that to the side. Then you begin to unbutton his pants, and you can see a slight tent start to form beneath the fabric of his boxer briefs. He seems to squirm a bit while you purposely avoid touching his half hard cock as you slide his underwear off. 

“Lay back,” you whisper. You gently guide him back onto the bed, insisting he lie back, naked and vulnerable, trusting you completely.

He obeys and scoots back until he is at the back of his bed, resting on his forearms, looking up at you like you are a goddess from another universe. You think he looks completely sexy, laying in the dim lighting of his room, naked, hairy, yours for the taking as he surrenders to you completely. You join him on the bed, kneeling to the right of him. He watches closely as you take off your dress, and discard it onto the floor along with the rest of his clothes. You unlatch your bra and throw that aside too. 

Leaning down next to him, the whipped cream in hand, you give it a few shakes. You take the cap off, tilt your head back, and spray a small dollop in your mouth, letting the creamy taste envelop your senses. Your eyes close as you enjoy the taste, moaning out loud. Then you take the bottle and aim it at Dima’s tummy, just below his belly button. You spray a small dollop and lean down to lick it off slowly, deliberately, making eye contact with him the entire time. His breath hitches, fingers flexing against the sheets.

You lick your lips and aim the bottle at his nipples next. Your tongue finds his nipples next, slurping up the whipped cream, flicking and teasing him, and you watch as his cock begins to stir, hardening. You smile as you watch him, desperate for your touch. 

“Please-” he whines your name.

“What?” You ask. 

“Touch me,” he begs.

“Patience, Dima.”

Now you instruct him to tilt his head to the side. You put some whipped cream right on his pulse point on his neck. You hold your hair back as you tilt your head, and begin to lap up the cream. When it is all gone, you smack your lips and then start to playfully bite, suck, and kiss where the cream once was. 

You look down at his cock, still angry, pink, and pulsing against his belly. You watch it harden even more when you aim the bottle at it. You spray it on the underside of his shaft first, following the vein that pulses there. Bending down, you slowly - deliberately slowly- lick the cream off. Dima moans and throws his head back onto the pillow in ecstasy.

Now you put some cream where he wants your attention the most.

You put the smallest dollop on his tip, grabbing his shaft with one hand, holding your hair back with the other, and begin to lick the cream off the tip. You lick until every morsel is gone, and flick your tongue back and forth on it teasingly.  

“Stick your your tongue,” you instruct him now. When he obeys you spray a small dollop on his tongue.

He starts to retract his tongue, but you shake your head with a grin.

“No, no! Keep your mouth open” you murmur, leaning forward to lick it off his tongue, tasting him and the sweet cream together, swirling your tongue around his open mouth, both of you moaning together now. You straddle him and press your chests together, continuing to make out. You are obsessed the feeling of his hairy chest against your sensitive nipples.

You reach down to his erection, which is raging now, and pump it a few times before guiding it to your core and sliding your panties to the side. You slide his cock back and forth against your clothed clit, mostly for your own benefit. When Dima reaches for your breast this time you let him squeeze it and then brush and tease your nipples each one at a time.

You start to rock your hips back and forth along his boner until neither of you can take it any more. 

You hover above him, line him up with your entrance, and make eye contact as you slide down onto his cock. Dima’s mouth drops open in pleasure as you start to ride him. You brace yourself on his chest, losing yourself to the moment.

He pulls you down so you are closer to him, and you brace yourself with your hands on the bed right above his shoulders as you hover above him. He reaches down to toy with your clit and you can barely handle it anymore. You continue to hump and fuck him while he does this, and you can’t help the tension that builds in your stomach. 

“Dima,” you whine.

“Let go baby,” he says pulling you closer towards him, so your chests are now pressed against each other. He takes control as he lifts his hips up now to buck up into you. You feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as he rhythmically pounds into you.

“Come for me baby,” he whispers.

“Im close,” you say, as he continues his pace and constant stimulation on your clit.

Your eyebrows knit together, and you moan as you both release at the same time. You treasure the feeling of him filling you up before you collapse onto him. You both stay like that for a while, revelling in the moment. 

“Is there any whipped cream left?” Dima asks, breaking the silence.

“I think so. Why?” “Because Round 2 it's your turn.”

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“What was that?” he asks warily, his voice a whisper from behind you. You feel the words hit the back of your neck, his breath hot and heavy as it brushes over your flesh.

“That-” you pause, taking a deep shuddering breath “that was our way out. The- uh, the doorknob kind of…came out?”

“C-came out? Congratulations?” He stutters a rough laugh, chest vibrating against you. You fight back your own strangled laughter as the cold tendrils of panic begin to sink in.

“Shut up,” you murmur, your voice edged with strained amusement. Your elbow nudges back, pressing softly into his ribs. You don’t have time for his ill-timed humour- not now. “We're stuck.”

“Can't we just- I don't know- shove it open?” Jason suggests, his voice now tight. He’s clearly grasping onto any semblance of logic as he attempts to come up with a solution. He doesn’t bother to wait for an answer, and the grounding pressure on your waist eases away like an unwelcome chill as he abruptly plants his palms onto the door in front of you, caging you in. Putting all his weight into the attempted escape, he inadvertently plasters himself against your back. His grunts echo in your ear as he pushes, hard and uselessly, against the old chipped wood.

The door doesn't move. Which is exactly what you would’ve told him, except this new position, with him pressed tight, practically molded to your body, steals your breath away. Your brain jolts as you become all too aware of every point of contact between you. The slight nudge of his feet against your boots, the brush of his hair on your neck raising goosebumps across the flesh, and, most glaringly of all, the way his hips are pressed flush with the curve of your ass.

“Jason,” his name is a stilted whisper, a soft warning, as he keeps pushing roughly against the door. With each futile shove, his hips grind and shift against you. His focus is entirely, frustratingly, fixed on the door; he doesn't seem to notice what is quickly becoming an insistent problem now firmly wedged between you.

Until he does.

His hips stutter to a stop, and the pressure vanishes. His breath seems to catch in his throat as he fumbles, desperate to put some distance between you. It's not much, maybe an inch or two, but the hard, urgent line of him is gone, along with the soft push of his stomach that had been keeping you firmly against the door. You find yourself overwhelmingly cold without his touch and immediately reprimand yourself for the unwelcome wave of disappointment that seeps through your veins.

This is Jason. Your best friend, who practically had to drag you to this haunted house event and, in a moment of sheer panic as a scare actor chased you, pulled you into this storage cupboard to hide. Your best friend, who you've been harbouring a ridiculous, stupid crush on for years.

“Uh- I don’t think I can force it open,” Jason mutters, his words mumbled and unsteady. He clears his throat as his hand brushes nervously through his hair. He's beyond thankful you're forced to keep your back to him, unable to see just how hard he's fighting not to close the distance. His desire to touch you again is overwhelming now he knows just how good it feels to be cushioned against you.

The silence is suffocating, broken only by your combined trembling breaths. A part of you- the impulsive part you’re desperately trying to ignore- wants to reach back, grasp onto his hips and grind them over you again, just to see what he’d do.

But before you can even begin to shake that thought from your mind, a sudden, shrieking wail pierces through the stuck door. The noise has you stumbling blindly back into Jason, a panicked gasp rising from your throat. His reaction is immediate, his fingers grip your hips instinctively, a firm, protective hold as the adrenaline spikes through you both. Gently, his thumbs begin to rub soothing circles into your top, grounding you in the midst of your panic.

At his tender touch, your breath hitches and heat rushes through you, despite the slowly dissipating fear that sent you back into his arms. His body is molded to yours once more, the feverish warmth of him dragging a shiver through your body. You can’t help but notice how well you fit together, pressed so closely it’s difficult to tell where he ends and you begin. His hot breath dances over the nape of your neck in such a way it’s both soothing and intoxicating. You find yourself leaning back into him without conscious thought, your eyes slipping shut as you silently crave every inch of his touch.

Jason murmurs your name, his lips almost brushing over the shell of your ear. A shuddered breath escapes you at his voice, a tremor dragged through your body that has his fingers tightening their grip on you. A low rumble leaves his throat as he drops his head to your shoulder, his nose nuzzling over your sensitive skin.

“Y-you’ve got to stop moving,” his voice is soft, ragged, the words stuttered out of him. There’s a quiet desperation in them that has your thighs clenching as you try to ward off your growing ache. “I can’t-” your subtle movement is enough to have his hips pitching forward, the rough drag of him against you pulling a strangled whimper from his throat.

The quiet whine has your knees going weak and you can't suppress the answering gasp as its torn from your lips. You can feel the restraint in his touch, the way his fingers clench around the hem of your top, as if he’s fighting the urge to keep rutting into the soft material of your skirt.

Your own breathing becomes laboured as you try to compose yourself. Every inch of contact is overwhelming; his breath dragging over your neck, the heat of him on your back, his plush stomach pushing against you with every hitching breath. Your body arches into his touch without your consent.

"C-can I?" His voice is pure sin, a broken dizzying sound that cracks on his words. His hips jut forwards in short, aborted thrusts, as though he just can’t control himself.

"Please,” the word escapes you in a single whispered keen, a soft plea that rips a ragged moan from Jason’s throat. He gasps your name and suddenly the last shreds of his restraint seem to dissolve. Warm hands are trailing over you, his fingers knead at your stomach, wandering down the curve of your waist- he’s exploring you as though this might be his only chance, his trembling touch committing every detail to memory.

“I need-” his sentence is cut off as your hands close over his, guiding them down, down, down to the hem of your skirt. His touch becomes a needy, insistent climb up your thighs. He grips your legs like a lifeline, his fingers digging in and biting at your flesh. It's more than simple lust now; it's need, hunger. You can feel the rough denim of his jeans pressing against you, the heat of him burning you through the fabric.

You hear the breath catch in his throat as his fingers trace, feather-light, over the dampness of your underwear. You feel the way he groans against your throat, as though he can't quite believe what he's feeling is real, that he's really being allowed to touch you like this.

“You- You’re so wet,” his voice is a hoarse rasp when he speaks, ragged with desire and disbelief.

“S’your fault,” you huff a soft, wet laugh. “God, I- I’ve wanted this for so long.” He sucks in a sharp breath at your confession, his hips bucking against you mindlessly as lets out a guttural moan right beside your ear.

“Y- you have no idea-” he gasps, the words thick in his throat, “how long I-” his breath shudders, each word punctuated with a stifled groan.

His fingers move desperately, stroking over your clothed core. A broken keen leaves his throat at the feeling of you, so soft, so wet- he swallows it down, his head falling against your shoulder. He's panting now, his face buried into your hair, lips brushing over the shell of your ear with every breath. You can feel the ragged way his chest hitches, his stomach heaving behind you.

"I can't-" Jason whispers, voice trembling. "I-" He swallows thickly, fingers clutching your thigh hard enough to bruise, like he never wants to let you go. The rhythm of his hips falters, stuttering as his lips catch on the hollow of your throat.

“Jason,” you whine desperately, his movements forcing you to rut over his fingers as they finally dip beneath the soiled material. With a strangled cry, you reach your hands back, fingers tangling with his belt. You’re dizzy with desire as you drag his hips to yours, grinding your ass over his twitching cock. He’s drawing maddening circles around your swollen bud, pulling incoherent mewls and moans from you.

Neither of you speak, the only sounds to escape your gaping mouths are breathless whimpers and low whines as you drive each other closer to the edge.

With your name punched out of his chest in a desperate cry, you feel him go rigid against you. The hard length of his cock pulses through the denim as his body slowly turns boneless. He never stops spreading your slick over your aching clit, even as he shudders from overstimulation with the way your body chases your own high. Jason’s lips capture your neck, brushing messy, frantic kisses that have you squirming in his hold.

“Want to hear you,” he croaks in a rough whisper, “let me feel you.” He sounds almost shy, hesitant even as he spreads his fingers through your folds, sinking a single digit inside you. It’s enough to have you rolling your hips, driving him deeper and shuddering out a broken cry as you tumble over the edge. Your body sags forwards and he follows you, holding you tight, as he works you through each spasm of pleasure that zips up your spine.

You’re brought back by the quiet sound of his voice, a near silent ‘thank you’ that has your cheeks aching with the size of your smile.

“You don’t have to thank me,” you murmur, nudging your head back onto his shoulder and nuzzling gently. You feel his answering grin curled into your throat, an intimate moment that is violently shattered as the door is wrenched open, leaving you both stumbling forwards, eyes blinking in the sudden harsh light.

It’s the actor from before, now just a guy in a pair of ripped jeans and a ratty band tee, his smudged make up the only sign of his earlier scare-factor as he eyes you both curiously.

“Uh- we’re closing now,” the actor says, sounding more than a little bored. “How long were you guys in there?” The casual question hangs heavy in the air, leaving you and Jason to stand red faced and red-handed in a silence that sounds like a confession.

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Prompt List:

✦ october 1st - candy ✦ october 2nd- spells ✦ october 3rd - witches ✦ october 4th - costume shopping ✦ october 5th - hayride ✦ october 6th - haunted house ✦ october 7th - harvest festival ✦ october 8th - donuts and cider ✦ october 9th - spice ✦ october 10th - apple picking ✦ october 11th - hocus pocus ✦ october 12th - costume party ✦ october 13th - trick or treat ✦ october 14th - masks ✦ october 15th - free prompt! choose any fall related prompt you'd like here—be creative and have fun! ✦ october 16th - tarot ✦ october 17th - pumpkin patch ✦ october 18th - rain ✦ october 19th - pie ✦ october 20th - sweaters ✦ october 21st - black cat ✦ october 22nd - leaves ✦ october 23rd - bonfire ✦ october 24th - ouija board ✦ october 25th - movie night ✦ october 26th - corn maze ✦ october 27th - farmer's market ✦ october 28th - graveyard / cemetery ✦ october 29th - candles ✦ october 30th - ghosts ✦ october 31st - halloween

Soon, the entire palace heard Caracalla's screams. Geta was seething, still wearing his sleeping silks.

"What is the meaning of this?" He screamed back at his brother, containing him in his arms. "What is it? Speak like an adult, stop whining like a child."

Meanwhile, the servants, guards, and counselors were standing around the garden, Macrinus especially observant among the others.

"Ahava! She-she is gone! I cannot find my wife! Where has she gone, brother?" Caracalla cried, clutching at his twin's robes as his eyes welled with fearful tears, his hair mussed more than usual from raking his hands through it in anguish.

"If something has happened to her-- I--I shall kill them with my bare hands!" He screamed, practically shaking with rage and fear.

"Shhhh, control yourself," Geta restrained his brother. "She cannot have gone far."

"Have you looked everywhere? Maybe she was having a bath or had an uncontrollable craving. That happens quite often to ladies who are expecting," Macrinus suggested.

"Of course! My guards have scoured the palace twice!" Caracalla exclaimed, looking between Geta and Macrinus. "Where else could she have gone?" He asked, his voice cracking.

"This is unbelievable... he marries a whore, makes the whore an empress, impregnates the whore, and still wonders why she is so full of herself as to wander about without giving her husband any warning," Geta mumbled angrily.

"Do not speak of her that way!" Caracalla cried, a sudden burst of outrage overtaking him as he struck at his brother. "That is my wife!" He bellowed. "Mine! She carries my child! You are just jealous!"

"Jealous..." Geta let out a bitter laugh. If he wished to marry a concubine, he had hundreds to choose from.

"Maybe the guards should search the surroundings?" Macrinus faked sympathy. "Poor Ahava might be sleepwalking somewhere, or worse..."

His scream turned to a sob as Macrinus' words finally caught up to him. "W-worse?" Caracalla asked. "What worse?" He demanded.

"She is such a sweet and trusting woman, someone might take advantage of her... someone might wish to harm the heir," he frowned, happy to instill more fear into the poor, fragile emperor's mind.

Caracalla's watery blue eyes widened in horror at Macrinus' suggestion. "N-no, no, that cannot happen!" He whimpered. "We must find her!" He sobbed.

"Emperor Caracalla!" A guard rushed into the palace. "There was word of the Empress heading to the underground tunnels of the Colosseum!"

"The what? This is madness!" Geta groaned. "Let us go find her... before my brother explodes."

"Why would she be going there?" Caracalla murmured, following after the guard in a daze, all the fears Macrinus had conjured sweeping through his head like a whirlwind. "Was she alone?" He asked, looking to the guard as they hurried toward the tunnels. "Was anyone with her?"

"They say she was alone and wearing a cloak," the guard said.

Macrinus and Geta followed close behind. Each wondering what she could be scheming...

"Could she be having an affair with a gladiator?" Geta laughed, unable to keep the humor from his voice.

Caracalla pulled his robes tighter around him, a tremor running through him. "Lies-- he lies, she would never," he muttered to himself, his hands clenching into fists.

Meanwhile, under the Colosseum, Ahava was sitting peacefully next to the enclosure where the black panther lived.

"That's very good, Titus!" She offered the panther a whole fish. "You are my good boy, yes you are..."

"I hear her voice!" Caracalla exclaimed, pushing past the guard and rushing ahead. "Ahava? Ahava!" He cried, his pulse thundering in his ears almost louder than his shouts.

"It's all right, Titus," Ahava embraced the panther when it got startled by the screaming. "Cali? What are you doing here?" She asked when they finally found her.

He hastily wiped at his eyes and carefully pulled his wife into his arms, pressing his face into her chest.

"I awoke and you were gone! I thought something had happened to you," he murmured.

"Aw, my dear..." she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "No, my love, I came to feed Titus and give him some pets. I knew you might worry, that is why I kept it secret."

"You've named the panther?" Geta arched an eyebrow. "And you caress the beast as if it is a companion."

"He is my companion, and he is no beast!" She protested. "Titus is a sensitive boy, and you know how much I hate these games where you toss poor animals to die in the arena. I care for them."

Caracalla lifted his face to look at her. "Of course I would worry, you are with child. What if something were to happen to you? You should have woken me to accompany you," he said earnestly.

"If you care for this creature, then of course he shall not be harmed," he insisted, turning to look at his brother.

"Are you completely mad?" Geta hissed. "It is a black panther! Not a little monkey like Dondus."

"Dondus has scratched me more often than Titus," Ahava said, offering the oversized lap cat another fish.

"Is it wise to protect such an animal?" Macrinus asked, trying to add fuel to the fire.

"I don't know, is it wise to keep a snake in the palace?" Ahava snapped. "Do not think for a second I don't see what you are trying to do... barbarian. You are just like the rest of them they brought from Numidia. A little bit of money cannot turn a pig into a man."

Caracalla frowned, looking between his wife and Macrinus. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Macrinus has been nothing but loyal to us."

"You must be mistaken, your majesty," the man chuckled nervously.

"He plans to turn you against your brother, Cali," Ahava narrowed her eyes as she pet the panther with one hand and her husband with the other. "I notice... the emperors kill each other, and he gains power, how convenient."

"I would never kill my brother," Geta seemed offended by the idea, but started thinking back on some of the advice he had received regarding his brother.  

"Why would you pit us against each other?" Caracalla asked, his voice timid at the thought of such a betrayal.

"This is preposterous!" Macrinus huffed. "I would never do such a thing! Not everyone has your vision to climb the power ladder, dear Empress."

"Yes, yes... of course, silly empress..." Ahava rolled her eyes. "I did not climb any ladder, I fell in love."

Caracalla's hands clutched tighter to his wife's cloak. "You love me," he whispered in awe, almost as if reminding himself it was true.

"Of course I love you," she smiled and kissed him softly. "I will never ever steer you wrong. Nor Geta," she gave her brother-in-law a look.

The other emperor sighed, still deep in thought about the accusations. "Well, get up you two, it is way too late to discuss such matters. Time to get back to bed."

Nodding, Caracalla rubbed at his eyes before getting to his feet and helping Ahava up. "Yes, I want to get back to our bed," he mumbled, avoiding looking at Macrinus.

"You need me to give you the nightly treatment again? Lots of caresses and kisses?" she smiled. "It is my way to apologize for worrying you."

"Yes, please," he replied, his lips twitching into a hesitant smile.

After a bit of scolding from Geta about not doing that sort of thing again and a promise to keep Titus safe, Ahava undressed and got into bed.

Her large baby bump moved slightly with each little kick from the baby.

"Come here, my love, so I can hold you."

Caracalla crawled under the covers next to her, moving as close to her as her stomach would allow.

"I can feel it kicking," he said in wonder as he caressed her.

"Yes, our little one is very active, maybe they will enjoy dancing," Ahava smiled, running her fingers through his strawberry hair. "Do you think it shall be a boy or a girl?"

He chewed his lip as he thought. "A boy!" he exclaimed, hoping to be able to produce an heir before his brother.

"Though... whatever it shall be, I shall love it, as I love you," he murmured, his blue eyes finding hers, a moment of lucidity unclouding his thoughts.

"I love you even more," she guided his hand to the spot where the baby was. "Why don't you talk to our child? They can hear you in there."

"Really?" Caracalla asked, his gaze falling to her stomach before he pressed his lips to her skin. "Can you hear me, little one?" He asked softly. "I cannot wait to meet you. You are a blessing from the Gods," he whispered.

The baby moved as if reacting to the father's voice.

"They love Papa already!" Ahava chuckled. "I think they are just as excited to meet us. And Dondus and Titus too."

"Yes!" He exclaimed, grinning against her skin. "Do you think it will be soon?" He asked.

"In a couple months' time, Dondus is getting a little sibling," she laughed. "You shall be prepared for late-night feedings..."

A frown tugged at Caracalla's lips. "Won't you have a wet nurse for that?" He asked.

"I could, but... why should I want another woman to feed my baby? It is such a special moment, and it will help me lose the weight I gained," she stroked his hair.

"Oh. I see," he murmured. "My mother had wet nurses for Geta and me. I just assumed..."

"I understand how tempting it is to delegate, but this baby is ours. I wish to feed, change them, bathe them. I don't want my child raised by another person."

Caracalla nodded. He knew his brother wouldn't like it--another reminder of her common ways, as Geta put it, but he was determined to give Ahava anything she desired.

"You told me yourself you never had a strong bond with your mother, that might be why... but not to worry. My mother and the nurses can help us if we need respite," she kissed his blemished cheek.

"That sounds acceptable," he said, pulling her into his arms.

"Now, my love... my sweet Cali," Ahava embraced him, playing with his hair. "Let us rest so I may introduce you to the other animals at the Colosseum," she smirked.

"If they are anything like your Titus, we shall surely have a magnificent menagerie," he giggled, snuggling closer, a soft grin curving his lips as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Are you sure about this, baby girl?” Danny asked softly, looking up at you with a nervous expression. 

“Positive,” you smiled, kissing his lips gently. “I never show my face on these livestreams and I have something special for both of us.” You walked to the bedside table, opening the drawer quickly, digging through the contents. Pulling out two Halloween masks, you turned back to him and walked towards him, smiling. “Wear this.”

“A Ghostface mask?” He asked, allowing you to carefully place both of the masks in his hands. “Why this?”

You shrugged, “it adds to the Halloween theme, they won’t be able to tell it’s you and it’ll match this,” you mumbled, reaching for the strings of your silk robe. You pulled at the strings carefully, letting the silk robe untie before it fell to the floor in a pooled pile around your feet.

Danny swallowed hard, looking you up and down before he nodded slightly. “Where, uh, when did you get that?” He asked, looking you up and down in your new match black lace lingerie set. The black lace hugged your skin perfectly, accentuating all the curves and dips of your skin. The lace bra gave the perfect amount of coverage while also lifting your breasts in such a way that made Danny just stare more. His eyes fell lower, taking in how the lace hugged your hips and danced designs over your upper thighs and hid your most sensitive area that he so desperately wanted to touch and explore. 

His cock twitched within his boxers as you smirked, running your fingers up his chest. “Just bought it,” you giggled, leaning closer. “Decided you got to see it first before anyone else.” You pulled away and turned around, bending over to pick up your robe. Danny groaned at the view of your ass, his hand unconsciously moving over his cock. He palmed himself slightly at the sight of you, wanting nothing more than to throw you on the bed and fuck you hard into the mattress. 

“That was sweet of you,” he mumbled, biting his lip as you shimmied back into the robe. You tied it into a loose bow in the front and smiled more. 

“I know, isn’t it?” You asked, grabbing one of the masks from him. “Are you ready?” You looked at him with a small smile.

He nodded through the nerves, not really liking the fact that so many people were about to see him naked and see him pleasure you… he just hoped it was going to be good for you and that no one would judge his techniques. “I think so,” he admitted softly, looking up at you. “I just, I don’t want to mess this up,” he mumbled softly. 

“You won’t,” you reassured, kissing his lips softly. “Just have fun, be yourself and enjoy yourself. If at any point you want me to stop just tell me, I’ll end the stream in an instant. Your comfort is the most important thing to me.”

Danny smiled, a small but genuine smile as he kissed your lips softly. “I trust you.” He mumbled, taking one last kiss before he grabbed the Ghostface mask. He slid the mask on carefully, looking at you through it as he nodded his head. 

You slid your own mask on, walking towards the computer with the camera set up. You typed on the keyboard quickly, getting your live stream all ready and set up. You took a step back, standing directly in front of the camera before you clicked play on the keyboard. In an instant the stream popped to life on the screen, your fans and followers quickly joining the chat room. 

Their excitement made you smile to yourself beneath the mask. Because no one knew what you were about to do. These live streams were usually you on your own, pleasuring yourself in front of the camera… but, here you were with Danny about to give everyone a show of their life.

Your fingers moved towards the strings of your robe, tugging them apart tauntingly slow. When they were finally apart, you let the silk robe fall off of your shoulders, exposing yourself in your new lingerie to everyone watching. The chat box went off with comments—most of which were complimenting your new outfit or just flat out saying how hot you were. You ran your hands over your chest, softly squeezing your breasts for the camera before you massaged them slowly. 

Danny watched from his seat on the bed, groaning to himself as he did. He had always watched your live streams, but usually it was over a screen. Never before had he been in the room with you when you were on your live stream, but boy, he was not complaining right now. 

You turned away from the camera quickly, walking towards Danny. He looked up at you, watching you walk towards him with a grin beneath his mask. Yeah, you were his. And, despite his earlier nerves, he just realized he was about to show everyone that. He was about to show everyone that you were his and that he could pleasure you.

You reached your hand out for him, tugging him into a standing position. Your fingers ran down his chest and stomach, stopping just above the waistband of his boxers. You pushed them down slowly, letting them fall to his feet. His hardened cock sprung free, hitting his lower stomach with a soft thud, the tip already leaking pre-cum from your teasing. 

The chat on your computer went crazy, comments flying in left and right.

Yo, she’s gonna get dicked down!

We get to WATCH HER GET FUCKED???

Fuck yeah, I’m hard already.

This is it, boys. The moment we have all been waiting for. 

But you didn’t care about them. The only thing you cared about in the moment was Danny, and the only thing he cared about was you. Your dominant hand moved to his cock, wrapping around the shaft quickly before you slowly pumped him up and down a few times. He groaned at your touch, head falling back slightly as his own hands moved up and squeezed your breasts through your bra. 

You moaned softly, looking up at him. He grabbed your shoulders gently, turning you around and switching positions with you so that you were facing the bed. Danny pushed you onto the bed gently, smirking as you fell to your knees. You fell in the perfect position for him, landing on your knees with your back arched perfectly. He moved closer to you, pushing your lace panties to the side gently before slowly rubbing his tip through your slick folds.

He pushed into you slowly, biting back a groan as he did so. You moaned softly, pushing your hips back against his to take him in faster. His right hand rubbed across the soft skin of your ass gently before he pulled his hand back and left a soft smack on the cheek there. You moaned again, repositioning yourself beneath him. Your arms rested on the mattress, your hips moving back against his more.

Danny pulled out of you before thrusting back into you, his pace becoming faster and rougher with each and every thrust. You met his movements, your hips falling back each time he thrusted into you. His right hand left another soft slap on your ass cheek, causing you to moan loudly under the mask. 

“Fuck,” you whined as his hands found your hips. He pulled you closer to his body, his hands working their way up your back. His fingers tugged at the back of your bra, expertly undoing the clasps as the bra fell to the bed. Your now exposed breasts moved with each and every thrust he took, a smirk on his face as he glanced over at your computer. He just knew the chat was going to have a field day over this. 

You groaned, your fingers wrapping around the sheets on the mattress. Your dominant hand moved down your body, rubbing small circles on your clit as Danny’s thrusts picked up speed. The sound of your skin slapping together echoed through the room, mixed slightly with your groans and gasps. 

“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned just loud enough for only you to hear. He squeezed your hips in warning, his thrusts turning sloppy. “Inside or pull out?” He asked, hoping you could answer in time.

You whined, clenching around him as he asked. “Inside.” You replied simply, walls fluttering around him as you got closer to your high. He groaned loudly, thrusting into you before his cock twitched inside of you, painting your walls as he released his load deep inside of you. You moaned at the feeling, pushing your hips back against his as you clenched around him again, releasing all over his cock. 

“Danny,” you moaned, quickly biting your lip and praying that the mask muffled it so no one watching the live stream heard it. He smirked slightly, fingers rubbing circles on your hips before he pulled out of you. He watched as your cum mixed with his, slowly trickling down your inner thighs.

Danny’s cock twitched at the sight, a loud groan leaving him before he turned towards your computer quickly. He clicked a button, ending the live stream before he closed your computer and threw the Ghostface mask onto the floor. 

“What’re you doing?” You asked, taking your mask off before you sat up on your knees. 

“Taking what’s mine without people watching,” he replied, kissing your lips roughly. “Come here,” he mumbled, pulling you into his lap. “Round two.” 

“What do ya think?” Danny asked, walking out of the bathroom attached to your shared bedroom. You hummed in acknowledgment, your eyes fixed on the book in your lap as he crawled into bed beside you. “Baby girl, you have to look at me,” he mumbled, nudging your knee with his. 

You sighed, closing your book slowly. “Danny, I never get time to…” you paused, looking up at him. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight in front of you. Danny was sitting beside you on the bed in just a pair of boxers and a mask. A Ghostface mask. “What, uh, what is this?” You asked, sitting up slowly as you pushed your book off of the side of the bed, the story you were immersed in quickly forgotten as the hardcovered book landed on the carpet with a soft thud.

“It’s a mask,” he replied, smirking underneath the mask. “Why, do ya like it?” He asked, a hint of curiosity in his tone.

“Kind of,” you replied, tilting your head to the side as you looked him up and down. “It’s kind of… exciting,” you muttered, your fingers trailing up his stomach gently. “Kind of… hot?” You added. 

“You really think so?” He asked, lifting the mask up slowly. He rested it on the top of his head as he looked at you, raising an eyebrow. 

“Yes. Put it back on,” you replied quickly, looking at him. “And… maybe grab a condom?” You added, reaching for the mask to pull it back down over his face. 

He playfully swatted your hand away, pulling the mask down himself. “A Ghostface mask makes you horny?” He asked, looking at you as he leaned over to the bedside table. “I never would have imagined that,” he admitted, looking at you as he bit back a laugh.

“Look, I am simply a girl and my TikTok page hasn’t been helping lately,” you admitted, moving the mask back down onto his face. “It’s kind of… thrilling? Like, yeah, I know it’s you but… I can’t see your face.”

“Gee, thanks,” he replied, tugging his boxers down slowly. “I see how it is, you just don’t want to look at me while we have sex.” He joked slightly.

“Never said that,” you replied, pushing your sleep shorts and panties down rapidly before tossing them to the side of the bed. Your tank top soon joined your other clothes on the ground as you looked at him. “It’s just like, I don’t know, it’s like a roleplay, you know?” You said timidly, glancing at him. “I think it’ll be hot.” 

You two had never really dabbled into this realm in your relationship or sex life but… neither of you were opposed to it at the moment. Both buzzing with anticipation, Danny’s cock twitched against his lower stomach as your core throbbed at the thought of what might happen later in the night.

“A roleplay, huh?” He asked, looking at you. “How about this, baby girl,” he mumbled, pulling the mask up carefully. “Tell me to stop and I will, okay?” He smiled, kissing your lips gently. You melted into the kiss, nodding slightly when he finally pulled away.

“Deal,” you replied as he pulled the mask back over his face. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Danny stood up carefully, opening the condom wrapper quickly. He discarded the wrapper on the bedside table before sliding it onto his hardened cock—he’d be lying if he said seeing you so excited wasn’t a turn on for him. He wrapped his hand around his cock slightly, pumping himself a few times before his fingers wrapped around your ankles.

He tugged your body towards him, your body effortlessly gliding across the bed as a small shriek left your lips. He smirked beneath the mask, pulling you closer to him. “Come here, darling,” he mumbled, positioning you into the exact angle he wanted. 

“Fuck,” you groaned as he threw your left leg over his shoulder. His fingers squeezed the skin on your thigh slightly as his other hand wrapped around the base of his cock, sliding his tip through your wet folds. 

“Jesus fucking Christ you’re soaked,” he groaned, collecting your slick on his tip. He swirled around your entrance a few more times before he slowly pushed inside of you, going incredibly slow as he did.

Inch by inch, he buried himself deeper and deeper into you until he was fully engulfed in your velvety walls. Your head fell back on the bed in pleasure as a gasp escaped your mouth, the feeling of him inside of you different since you couldn’t see his face. It was weird, really. You knew it was Danny but something about the mask just… made it feel different. Made him feel different. 

“Fuck,” you moaned out, moving your hips against his to try and encourage him to move but he didn’t take your hints. He just stayed where he was, pushing deeper and deeper into your core. “Fuck, please,” you whined, hips moving more.

“Please what?” He asked, voice sounding rougher than before. 

“Please fuck me,” you replied, gasping as he pulled out of you completely. He thrusted back into your core quickly, thrusting roughly. His fingers gripped your thigh so tightly you felt the bruises forming. Danny pushed your leg back as he pounded into you, the new found angle of his thrusts making your head spin. 

“You like that?” He asked, leaning over you as he thrusted into your core. You moaned in reply, looking up at him. Your fingers grabbed at the sheets beside you, trying to ground yourself in the moment as you watch Danny, or Ghostface, above you. “Yeah, of course you do, you’re such a little slut,” Danny mumbled out, groaning when he felt your walls flutter around him. “You like that, huh?” He asked, tilting his head slightly beneath the mask as he thrusted deeper. 

You whined, nodding slightly as you looked up at him. “Ye… Yeah,” you breathed out, eyes closing as tears brimmed at the corner. Danny’s left hand ran down your stomach stopped just above where your bodies were connected. His thumb rubbed tight circles over your clit roughly, perfectly in sync with his thrusts. You moaned loudly, back arching off the bed as he thrusted deeper, hitting your sweet spot each time. You clenched around him, looking up at him with tears actively falling down your face.

Danny tilted his head again, looking at you as he felt your clench around him. He thrusted once more, stopping deep inside of you. Danny groaned, feeling you release all over his cock. His cock twitched deep inside of you, releasing into the condom. His thumb stopped its movement on your clit, his palm massaging your lower stomach slightly. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled softly. Danny gently placed your leg back down onto the bed, his right hand quickly taking the mask off of his face. He leaned forward, kissing your lips lovingly before he kissed all over your face. His hands trailed up your sides gently, caressing your face as he wiped your tears with his thumbs. “You okay?” He asked softly.

“Perfect,” you mumbled, looking up at him with a small smile. You kissed his lips again as he fell onto the bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. 

“Good,” he smiled, kissing your temple softly. 

“Think we can bring the mask out more in the bedroom?”

“Sure, baby girl,” he chuckled, pulling your body closer to his. “Anything you want.”