#n3ptoonz

People around campus generally knew who you were. Why? Well, it's one thing to have rich parents that, for some reason, settled for only one child and putting all the pressure of legacy and success on them, but there's also having rich parents and a mother who was running for mayor. "Go For Gold!" As they say. You only ever see your mom's face and big bright smile plastered on posters around town and sometimes around campus. It made you sick.

You'd think that the daughter of a known and beloved rich politician would be all over being in as many clubs as possible, having a bunch of friends that might be using her for money, hell, even majoring in poli-sci...but no. You were "boring."

You didn't party. You didn't have many friends. And the ones you did didn't attend Briar U. They couldn't afford to. Well, you managed to befriend a girl in your ethics and classical music class, Hannah, and her party hardy roommate Allie who you've accidentally seen naked one too many times when you visited them.

You sure as hell could dress though.

You weren't noticed by the people that "mattered," according to your mother. You were supposed to befriend any and everybody who would give a damn about politics enough to be swayed to vote for her. You believed in her and her campaign, sure, but you didn't want to be the girl that was solely known for boosting her mother's popularity by simply existing.

At the very least, you had a 4.0 GPA. Which led to you somehow getting approached by the blonde blue eyed hunk that was Dean Di Laurentis after class. Of course you knew who he was. And he, unfortunately, knew who you were. In passing, of course.

"Yo! Goldie!"

Sigh.

You kept walking. He followed you outside. You could picture the grin on his face. Those stupid dimples with those stupid pretty teeth. You briefly help one jock on one stupid quiz and suddenly that unlocked the even stupider nickname due to who you were related to.

"I'm just gonna keep following until ya until you turn around, Goldie!"

You picked up your walking speed, which only led to him laughing and jogging just fast enough to get ahead and stop in front of you.

"C'mon, helping me on that oral presentation can't be that bad."

You huff in frustration. "The word 'oral' coming from you should be a sin."

"Oo, burn, ya got me there. Truly. Sooo, is it a yes or a yes?"

"No."

You rounded him to try and get away but he stopped you by gently grabbing your arm with both hands. Giving you false pleading eyes. Ooh you could just smack that pouty lip off his face-

"Pleaseeee?"

"No."

"I'll be good!"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Ask one of your 47 girlfriends to help you."

"I would but that would be a different kind of oral presentation."

You rolled your eyes and yanked your arm away, he stepped in front of you again.

"Okay, okay, that was in poor taste...a little funny, but in poor taste," he said. "Just- I need your help, alright? Help me with this one little thing and I'll leave you alone."

"No, you won't."

"...I won't, but..."

You blink. "...but?"

"Yeah, I got nothin'. C'mon, Goldie."

"Stop calling me that."

"I'm kinda obligated to..."

"Dean."

"I'll try not to if you help me."

"What's it in for me?"

He paused to think...and came up with nothing. Again.

"Pfft, uh...I'll make out with you," he joked. He couldn't stop himself from making such a stupid joke that he knew would make you walk away again.

"...okay."

He paused again. "...what?"

"Deal."

"Wait, pause," he chuckled in disbelief. "I was joking. I was thinking like carrying your bag or getting you coffee before class."

You gave a genuine dejected look. "Oh..."

This really confused him.

"Then I won't help you."

"Wha- you were actually going to...make out with me in exchange for tutoring me? I just don't follow how this would benefit you."

"I hear you brag all the time about how girls are itching to sleep with you."

"I mean, they are, but I highly doubt you, of all people, would do that. So...what gives?"

"Look, if you don't want to kiss me it's fine."

"I did not say that," he gave a short laugh and ran his fingers through his hair. "You know what? It's whatever. You help me study, we make out, seems simple enough. Deal?"

You held out your hand and shook his firmly.

"Deal."

"Cool, so... when do we start?"

-

5 p.m.

Three knocks. Nothing.

Three more. Nothing.

Five seconds later, the door opens.

"Hi," you say to a guy who is definitely not Dean. A long haired guy you've seen around but can't ever remember his name.

"Sup. You must be Dean's tutor."

"I am."

"Alright, well... welcome in."

You came in, trying to appear less stiff in the presence of the other guys chilling in the living room. No sign of Dean.

"Yoo, Di Laurentis! Might wanna pull out already!"

Wow.

You clutched your bag tighter and stood at the door awkwardly. After about 30 seconds, you heard movement upstairs and then proceeded to see a woman who looked absolutely nothing like you prance down the steps half-naked, ignoring you but looking back over her shoulder to wink at blondie before she left. He came halfway down the steps and leaned on the railing in a muscle shirt, biceps just catching the light perfectly.

Don't do that, brain!

"Ready when you are."

You glanced at the others who quickly looked away from your direction and moved to go up the steps to avoid any more attention. He let you go in front of him and followed you up to his room, which had air freshener permeating the space. At least he had the decency to do that.

"Sick jacket," he said as he grabbed a seltzer from his mini fridge. You offered a small smile and sat on the edge of the bed. Huh, it was made up. Like it hadn't even been used.

"Thank you," you said and grabbed your laptop out your bag. "It's my dad's old Navy jacket."

"Like the place or the military?"

You blinked. "What?"

"Old Navy..."

"Why would I...military, Dean."

"Hey, just trying to make conversation to loosen you up a bit."

You adjusted your glasses and cleared your throat. "I'm fine."

"You're sitting on the bed like the rest of it is lava."

"I don't know what you could've been doing on this bed before I got here."

"Oh, we weren't on the bed," he flashed a smile.

".......okay."

"So, does the making out come before or after the flash cards I see sticking out your bag?"

"After."

"Yeah, that's probably better."

You looked at him as he slid a beanbag chair up and sat in front of you.

"Alright," he rubbed his hands together and leaned on his knees after popping open his drink. "Teach me."

-

He actually...paid attention. No phone, no glancing at the door like he expected someone else to show up. Just focused on you explaining the concepts, nodding occasionally like he was really trying to retain the information.

"You'd be a hot teacher."

You looked up from your laptop. Ignore your heart almost leaping out of your chest!

"You know you don't need to do that, right?"

"Do what?"

"Flatter me. I already agreed to the deal."

"I wasn't flattering you, it's called being honest. You would be a hot teacher."

"Can we finish the session?"

"Nooo I'm so tired of studying, can we make out already?"

"We've gotten through like 3/4th of my notes."

"Exactly," he said as he got up and stretched. "Perfect time to kiss those pretty lips."

You scoffed and closed your laptop halfway then stood with him. "What did I say about flattery?"

No response. All he did was carefully remove your glasses, watching your eyes flutter and adjust to the blurriness. Then, next thing you know, one of his big, warm hands is cupping your cheek and he's kissing you. It wasn't aggressive but it wasn't soft either. It was confident. It was Dean Di Lau-fucking-rentis.

Your brain took a second to catch up but once you did your hands slid up his chest and anchored on his shoulders. He deepened the kiss by tilting your head just enough to take on a new angle and you swear you almost lost your breath.

His tongue tasted citrusy from the seltzer. Lips so warm and soft. He kissed so good it was unfair. Ugh.

This went on for at least another minute and a half before you pulled away. A tiny spit string connecting between your lips breaking shortly after.

"Uh..." you cleared your throat and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. "Yeah, that works."

The next few days have been just that. Tutoring him, taking a break to lock lips, then finishing your notes.

But then...you got a little curious. A little...greedy.

"What are you thinking about?"

He nudges you playfully and you snap out of your thoughts before closing your notebook. It didn't help that you were sitting in bed with him because it's what sparked you zoning out in the first place.

"I want you to give me a hickey."

The words just slipped out before you could think about how to word it better. Honestly, he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Yeah?"

Well, you couldn't take it back now!

"I haven't...experienced one before," you added. "But you don't have to make it some sentimental 'aw, this is her first time' thing. I don't need all that. Just... getting one is fine."

"Totally get that," he said, leaning a little to continue teasingly. "It'd be easier if we were standing."

You both stood, you lightly tossed your laptop on his blanket and got in front of him.

"Do you know how some hickeys start?"

"No."

"With making out," he grinned. "Something you're really good at. So let's start there, yeah?"

Dean held the side of your face and kissed you without second thought. You might be crazy but it felt like he put just a little more umph in this. His other hand slid onto your hip. That was new, but you didn't mind. If anything it helped you relax those nerves more.

Mission accomplished.

A quiet noise left your lips unintentionally. He smiled and kissed you deeper...Woah.

Then his lips left yours to start kissing along your jaw to your neck to your shoulder. Without asking he's very sure you'd want it some place where nobody could find it. You usually dressed more conservatively but today you had on a loose blouse that didn't dip too far below your cleavage. It was perfect.

Meanwhile you're dazed and holding onto his biceps to keep yourself grounded in reality. Also not helping. They were massive!

When he began sucking on the skin where shoulder meets neck, it didn’t hurt. Just felt weirdly warm and tingly at first as his mouth worked against you. His hand came up to tilt your head slightly, giving him better access while his other arm wrapped around your lower back to keep you steady in place.

The little sting made you jolt slightly since you weren't expecting it. He licked a slow circle around it to soothe whatever pain he might've caused and left a small kiss as a silent apology.

He lifted his head slowly so he could admire his work. That was one pretty mark. He gestured to his mirror over his dresser with a proud smile.

"Like that?"

You tried not to stumble over to his mirror--you can't give him that much satisfaction--and looked at the mark he left. Running your finger over it out of sheer curiosity.

"Yeah," you said. The more you looked at yourself, the more ideas you were getting. "Like that."

Over the next two days, you'd ask for them in different places to see how they'd look and how they'd feel. One was on your neck from behind. Under your jaw, the column of your throat. Your thigh... your other thigh...

Now was just about four days away from his exam. He was doing well. A lot better than you anticipated but you knew he wasn't dumb. Nowadays he'd be eager to get everything done quickly and efficiently so he could give you whatever you wanted that night.

But today, of all days, wasn't a session. You were supposed to be relaxing back at your dorm and wait for tomorrow to come. The sun was setting when you showed up to their door in a skirt. A skirt shorter than usual and an expensive cardigan you got for your birthday last year. Your bag that held only your laptop for show was clutched in your grip.

The door opened, it wasn't Dean. It was Garrett.

"...hi?" He greeted you with confusion. "You're Dean's tutor right?"

"Yes."

"I didn't know he had a session today."

He noticed the shorter skirt the second he opened to door but didn't want to make it obvious. Dean swears you two haven't been fucking, the boys are only half convinced given that you carry yourself a lot differently than most of the women that are in and out of this house.

"He said he'd be busy tomorrow and told me I should come today."

That was a lie.

"Oh...okay," he shrugged. "Come on in. Please, don't mind the mess. We're still cleaning up from last night's party."

Garrett spotted Dean passed out on the couch. Shirtless. Hair a little messy. Fuck. He lightly slapped Dean's arm to wake him up.

"Hey, up. Your tutor's here."

Dean stirred awake and stretched before sitting up to rub his eyes.

"Tutor...?" He said. When his eyes fully open and land on you, he can't stop himself from looking you up and down. "Right...my tutor...I will see you guys later."

He calmly followed you up the steps, using every fiber of his being to not look up your skirt. Once you two were out of view, the other three exchanged looks.

"They're fucking," Logan said.

"I concur," Tucker said. "He barely even looked at other girls last night."

"Boy's whipped," Garrett said while taking a piece of food off Tucker's plate.

His door shuts and he turns around to face you with a coy look.

"And what is this all about?" He asked while slowly walking up to you. You placed your bag on his bed and faced him with a little nervousness. "We don't have a session today."

"I know...I, uh..."

"..wanted to see me?"

His fingers hooked around your belt loops and pulled you closer, to your surprise. His other arm snaked around your back like it had some days ago. You had no words at the moment. Other than "yeah, I wanted to see you." But even with the amount of times he's had you this close you've never seen him shirtless before.

"Nod if yes," he added softly. You nodded.

"Did you have a particular request in mind this evening?"

This was harder than you thought.

"...headlock."

He didn't bother hiding the amusement on his face. "Headlock?" He asked. Letting you go and switching places with you so you'd be looking in the mirror. "Like this?"

You gasped as his arm carefully wrapped around your neck. Biceps seemingly larger than life. There goes that involuntary whimper again.

"Yeah," you said. Much quieter than usual.

"That all you wanted from me?" He asked. His tone was giving away that he was well aware this wasn't all.

You shook your head with the limited space you had. "No."

He hummed. Free hand sliding down your waist to your hip to the hem of this little skirt.

"Does it possibly involve me lifting this cute little skirt of yours that you wore for me?"

You subconsciously rubbed your ass against his bulge like a wet cat in heat. Only able to nod because it was really embarrassing how much you've thought about him-

"Fucking you from behind?"

...

"I need your words, pretty girl."

"Yes."

He smiled and leaned down a little to slip his hand under your skirt and play with the waistband of your panties. Pulling them down slowly.

"Y'know," he murmured. "I love when a woman knows what she wants."

He had you bent over with one purpose: you have to finish. He never treats the prospect of a good nut like it's nothing!

Dean didn't fix your crooked glasses because it just looked so cute. Even cuter that you were trying to be quiet while he was driving his hips forward with intention. He was just how you imagined. Long, thick, and knew how to stroke that shit.

"4.0 student with nothing to say?" he whispered. "That's new. All those big words you keep correcting me with is out the window. Hm? Have I finally received the honor of making you go dumb?"

"Dean..." you moaned pathetically quietly. Clenching around him the more dizzy you got from the lack of air. Your short pants and hushed whines was music to his ears. That and the wet sound of skin contact he's been trying to keep at a minimum.

"Little Miss Straight A's stuck with the dumb jock," he continued, tightening his hold just a fraction upon request earlier. "Only to be reduced to...this..."

Your body went cold and hot all over at the same time.

"Look at you," he cooed. "Even wore a camisole to show off those pretty tits. All for me. You shouldn't have."

Your vision got blurrier the more your climax built and it was only a matter of time. The sight of your brows upturning and eyes rolling was enough to know.

"C'mon, you can do it," he encouraged condescendingly. "You're a smart girl, right? You can cum for me?"

You nodded and bit your lower lip to stay as quiet as possible.

Then it hit you.

You moved your head to bite down on his arm, eyes crossing as your orgasm stuck through you. Talk about a mess.

Then he had the nerve to reach down and work you through it by rubbing fast circles around that sensitive bud that almost made you scream. Oh, that was so mean.

"Oo, there she is..."

He pulled out in time, his seed getting on your legs and the back of your thighs, but again, he was more concerned about your release. And it was clearly much needed because it wouldn't stop for the next ten seconds.

By the time you both calmed down, he offered up his shower for you to use and he'd hop in after. You were deciding if you were going to spend the night since it was a Friday...

"I hope that wasn't too much," he said as he came in with his towel around his waist, chest damp while he dried his hair. "The whole 'dumb' thing."

You sat on the edge of his bed in your clothes, hands on your neck as you could still feel his strong arm.

"Not at all," you said as you watched him.

"Spend the night," he suggested, tossing his towel aside--phew, he had on boxers. He sat next to you and looked at you with those same pleading eyes from when he first asked you to tutor him. "Please?" He added. "I've been told I'm great at cuddling."

How can anyone say no to that?

Next week comes. Exam day was a few days ago. You know you aced it. Piece of cake. You're walking down the same path in the quad when you hear your name. Like, your first name, called out from behind.

The second you turn around you're getting picked up and spun around.

"We did it!"

"Woah! Okay-"

Dean spun you twice then put you down. Putting you down, with a kiss. In front of the surrounding people in the area. And it was a lot but he wasn't paying attention to that.

"I got a B! Thanks to you- what?"

"You just kissed me..."

"I did."

"In public..."

"...yeah...?"

You gave him a look.

"I didn't know we were, like...a thing."

"Oh. Well, we can be. Go for Goldie, am I right?"

You rolled your eyes as he held your hand.

"Oops sorry," he said, kissing you on the cheek. "Force of habit."

-

He physically cannot relax unless you're riding his face

Part 2^

Part 3 but it's him between your thighs^

He pulls out just to watch it drip

Riding him slow

Part 2; reverse cowgirl

Riding him fast just to hear him

It doesn't matter how long he's away, he remembers that angle

He's sooo big...

How quickly making out turns into eating out

Bunkering down for more than 12 hours turns into... (grace x leon) | 1 | 2

He'll need more time to make sure this ID is legit (animation)

Bonus

Part 2^

You don't listen to orders, you ride (ashley x leon)

Idk what to caption this it's just Ada and Leon being hot

Those grueling consecutive weeks of practices are finally over--for the time being. It was time to relax a little.

"We can worry about midterm studying later," Dean says to Logan as they came down together. Tucker and Garrett were in the kitchen. Tucker's making a delicious lunch for the house meanwhile Garrett's been speeding through his Snapchat DMs for the past ten minutes.

"It's time to get drunk off good beer and good pussy," he continued while holding out his hand for Logan to high five, but he doesn't. Just gives him a playful 'you're a lost cause' look and Dean high fives himself before leaning on the counter and taking a piece of cheese from the big plate Tucker was in the middle of preparing.

"Hey!"

"We gotta hit the bar tonight, boys. We aren't getting any younger."

"You say that every few weeks," Logan chimed in.

"Can't," Garrett said as he finally looked up. "Gotta go see my sister compete."

The room instantly goes silent. Like, dead silent as all their heads turn. Garrett gives them a weird look.

"What?"

"Sister?" Tucker said.

"Uh, yeah. Have I not talked about her?"

"No!" They all said in sync.

"This is news to all of us!" Dean said.

"Oh. Shit, probably because I didn't want you weirdos around her," he chuckled and folded his arms.

"That's fucked up, man," Dean said. "How did we never notice?"

"I don't see how you wouldn't. I have a few posts with her in it."

"What?!" They all said in sync again.

Garrett rolled his eyes and pulled up a random post from Instagram to show them all. They look even more confused than before. Garrett knows why.

"She's adopted."

"Ohhhhhh," they all go and start nodding like it was all making sense.

"I didn't wanna ask," Logan said with his hands up.

"Yeah. She's way too pretty to be related to you," Tucker said, making the other boys laugh and Garrett flipped him off.

"I can't imagine she does hockey," Logan continued. "Although she does have the arms for it."

"Can we not discuss my sister's body in right front of me?" He playfully glared. "She's an ice skater, for your information."

"No shit," Dean said, impressed. "That's cool. She our year?"

"Junior. And she doesn't go to Briar."

"Makes sense. Putting two kids through a university like this cannot be easy," Tucker said.

"Knowing my dad, he wasn't going to invest more money and time into his adopted daughter being anything but an athlete, but whatever. That's where I'll be tonight."

"You mean where we will be tonight," Dean said as he took another piece of cheese when Tucker wasn't looking. Garrett sighed heavily.

"Oh, no."

"Oh, yes."

"No."

"C'mon, why not? It'll be fun!"

"Absolutely not."

Garrett sighed heavily as the boys cheered obnoxiously loud once you were announced to come out next. Your event was the ice dance.

After your gracious performance that totally didn't have Dean frozen where he was standing, you placed...silver! The others were locked in, yes, but Dean physically couldn't bring himself to look away. Barely even blinked.

The color of your costume complemented your skin so well. The way it fit your body had his throat going dry. Your moves paired with your flips and tricks was out of this world. Especially that double axel you stuck at the very end? Perfection. Competition's rigged..."silver." Whatever.

After the competition was over, the four waited in the hallway near the entrance. You finished up a conversation with your coach and when you turned the corner, you gasped and your eyes lit up when they landed on Garrett.

"Garrett!!"

You ran and jumped in his arms after dropping your duffel bag like a bad habit. He smiled all big and spun you once while holding you tight.

"It's good to see you too," he said as he let you down and did your sibling handshake.

"I didn't think you'd make it!"

"I had time tonight, so, I thought, why not come to support my sister and watch her sweep the other competition?"

"Well, almost," you rolled your eyes. "Good thing dad couldn't make it. 'Busy.'" You added, imitating him, which you've always been able to do scarily well. It still freaks Garrett out sometimes.

"That makes two of us," he mumbled. "Well, we should get going-"

"Woah, woah, woah," you peeked past his shoulder to see his three friends standing there in blissful anticipation. "Are these the guys?"

Garrett scratched the back of his head with a quiet sigh and turned around.

"Gasp, Garrett talks about us?" Logan joked.

"Like, all the time."

"Very interesting you say that," Tucker said.

"We found about you like five hours ago," Dean added.

"Oh?" You turned to Garrett and folded your arms.

"You've just never came up," he said with a shrug. "And I had my reasons."

He eyed Dean first with a raised brow, Dean looked mock offended. You followed his eye line and chuckled.

"Logan," he began, being the first to shake your hand. Tucker introduced himself next, then Dean, the ever so extra one, introduced himself last.

"Dean Di Laurentis," he said while flashing a deep-dimpled smile. Classic. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"You're ridiculous," Garrett said while shaking his head, smiling to himself.

"I'm a gentleman."

"I bet you are."

"Alright, alright...who's up for some overpriced food truck empanadas?" You cut in.

They agreed in unison and you nodded triumphantly before heading towards the entrance.

"Bag," Garrett called out from behind. You spun on your heels and jogged over to pick it back up, heading towards the entrance again after he slung his arm around your shoulder.

-

One week later.

You were in bed going over notes as you studied for one of your core gen ed midterms. Blasting the music of your choice for at least an hour since you were laser focused. Then your phone pings, lowering the music for a second before going back to normal. You stretched to reach your phone and rolled over in your back once you grabbed it. Huh, an Instagram message request from someone you don't recognize. Who could this be?

Unknown user:

Remember me?

You clicked on the profile out of curiosity and immediately laughed out loud in disbelief.

You:

How... did you find my page?

You stalking me?

ddlaurentis:

Comes with the territory

You:

That territory being...?

ddlaurentis:

Being my best friend's really cool sister

You:

So am I the first best friend's sister you've used these lines on or am I special?

ddlaurentis:

There's a first for everything, right?

You stared at the screen and paused the music to focus. Was this actually happening right now?

ddlaurentis:

You doing anything Friday?

Another pause. You don't respond, watching the chat bubble go. You know he knows you're watching.

ddlaurentis:

The boys won't be in. Got the place all to myself

You:

You want me to come over to you guys' place? And do what, exactly?

ddlaurentis:

Whatever you want

You stared again, contemplating your next words.

You:

I'll go

After my evening class

2 seconds later.

You:

No funny business

ddlaurentis:

Wouldn't dream of it

See you Friday

You texted him that you're outside and he came to open the door not even five seconds after the text went through.

"Welcome to our humble abode."

He moved out the way and let you in. "Humble." Right.

He gave you a tour of the house starting on the first floor and backyard, just having to show off a little by picking up two dumbbells he "forgot" to put away. Biceps flexing in his green graphic tank. He thinks he's so slick.

Then you made your way upstairs. He showed you Logan's room, then Tucker's room, then Garrett's room. You, of course, naturally became curious.

You walked further in and looked around at the decorations. Much different than his room growing up. This was much more..."Garrett." Your gaze landed on some photos he had hung up on the wall.

"Woah...I didn't know he kept these..."

One of the pictures was you being carried by Garrett on his back.

"I've never noticed these," Dean said as he walked up next to you. "How old were you guys here?"

"I was 12, he was 13," you said. "He's making that smug look because I sprained my ankle after he told me multiple times to stop running around the yard so fast. I was hiding my face in his shoulder from straight embarrassment."

Dean smiled to himself, imagining it as you told the story. He pointed to the one next to it where you look way younger. "And this one?"

"Ah," you laughed. "That's actually the day I was officially adopted. I was six and Garrett wouldn't let go of my hand for anything...We were inseparable. When we weren't busy with our 'respective extracurricular activities', as dad called it. I feel like it's why he was so attached to me. I was probably the last bit of a real childhood he had."

Your observation made his chest tighten a little. You had a point. From the start, Garrett was a kid who'd been raised with all this pressure, hockey expectations and discipline since he could walk. Then all of a sudden a bright, fun little sister was dropped into his rigid life. You were like sun rays slowly coming through cracks.

Your eyes move to another picture and your smile returned.

"Oh, shit, this is my first ice skating competition. I had to be like 9 here. Garrett and mom were cheering me on in the stands while dad was busy with some sponsorship set up for him that evening. Didn't know my brother was such a sap."

You said that last sentence with fondness before turning to Dean.

"Alright. Your turn."

How quickly you bounced back from going down memory lane caught him off guard for a moment but he snapped out of it and put on that charm again.

"Now, for the grand finale," he said while gesturing for you to leave first then following behind you. He cleared his throat and stood up straighter--so, so extra--and opened his door.

"We are now entering the Di Laurentis headquarters. Please proceed with caution and keep your hands and feet inside until we land. Thank you."

"You always this extra?" You asked as you stepped in and looked around.

"Only in the ways that matter," he said.

"There's a condom on your pillow."

His head snapped in that direction. "What?"

When he looked carefully and saw there was nothing there, he looked back to you very clearly trying not to laugh. Doing a tongue-in-cheek.

"Just wanted to see how you'd react," you added.

"Very funny."

"So, do you regularly..."

"No, no-"

"...leave condoms on your pillows...?"

"No."

"You didn't seem to question why a condom be there in the first place."

"I'm not that adventurous."

"I don't believe you."

"You don't have to believe me."

You narrowed your eyes at him before turning away and roaming the rest of his room.

"So, is this how you usually impress women?"

"No, this is not how I usually impress women."

"Yeah? What makes this so different?"

"There's usually a lot less talking."

"Well, excuse me, Dr. Bitches," you chuckled and put your hands up. "I hope you don't think I'll be on such a roster."

"You think I'd be bold enough to try to get into my best friend's sister's pants a week after I just met her?"

You shrugged with a coy smile.

"I told you," he said your name as he approached and stopped right in front of you. Only a few inches away. He thought he was subtle when his eyes dropped to your lips before meeting your eyes. Or maybe he wanted you to see. "I'm not that adventurous."

"Then what's all this for?"

"Maybe I..." he trailed off. It felt like the words "like you" would burn if he kept talking. He wasn't used to saying to that out loud to women.

"Maybe you...?"

"Nothing," he said and took a half step back. "You wanna go to a party? It's off campus."

You chose to not press him for revealing what he was going to say earlier. "I could party."

"Okay- wait, you're 21, right?"

You hesitated, he made a face.

"I...turn 21 in three weeks..."

"Jesus, girl."

"We could pregame..." you slowly took his hand and smiled at him. "Pleaseeee?"

He sighed. "You're lucky I like being a bad influence."

After you pregamed, he took you to a party, hosted by a friend of Beau's. He had you cling to him and never leave his sight. If you were to drink any more it'd be from him, physically handing you a cup.

He introduced you to some people and stayed in a little secure corner in the living room, and as you were standing and talking to people, you could feel people passing by you since it was so crowded. But then you realized it was the same guy passing by you multiple times. Sometimes even subtly putting his hands on your hips.

You chose to ignore it but I was starting to bother you. Dean was preoccupied with telling a story so you didn't want to bother him...you probably should've. Because eventually a good song came on and people started to dance in their spots. Meaning more movement. And with more movement came boldness.

You felt him pass behind you one more time before his hand slid from your hip to your ass and squeezed. Shit hurt too.

Your mind went blank.

In the blink of an eye you spun around and socked him in the jaw. He went down instantly and some of the people in the area backed up with their "oh shit!" And "damnnn!!"

Dean appeared at your side in seconds.

"What the hell happened?"

"This motherfucker has been feeling me up for an hour now."

The guy remained on the ground and held his jaw with a pained and angry look. "Fucking bitch!"

Your ears perked and head tilted like a dog that heard a squeaky toy get stepped on.

"Oh, I'll show you a bitch."

Was the last thing he heard. You stepped over and just wailed on him. Dean thought he might've had to jump in but honestly he was a little afraid he'd get caught in the crossfire.

Eventually...he did have to physically pull you off him and carry you out over his shoulder.

The ride back was silent. You stared at your freshly rinsed knuckles, still faintly stained with blood, embarrassed. Not at how everybody from that party is going to remember you as "Bloody Knuckles"--you heard some of them murmur that as Dean got you out of there--but the fact that Dean has now seen this side of you. Full force. A side you've worked so hard on hiding and keeping at bay just for it to crumble in a snap.

"I'm, uh... sorry you had to see that."

"See what? You defending yourself?"

"I took it too far."

"He shouldn't have touched you like that. I just wish you'd have told me sooner."

"I know, I know," you ran your hands over your face and laid back against the headrest. "I didn't want to bother you and I let it get out of hand."

"Bother me?"

"You were preoccupied and I didn't want to make it a big deal."

"It was a big deal the first time that asshole put his hands on you. Hell, if I had known any sooner, I probably would've done worse."

You smile a little before it falls. "...Worse would've been killing that man."

"Exactly."

"Still. I just- I feel terrible."

"Do you feel terrible because you broke that guy's nose in 3 places or because it happened in front of me?"

You didn't answer.

"Can I be honest with you?" He asked. You just nodded. "That was, like, so badass," he added. "And...kinda hot."

You really didn't know how to respond that. Yeah, it might've made you feel a little better but it wasn't enough to get you out of your funk.

"Can you just...take me back to my apartment? Please."

He went quiet for a few seconds then got an idea. One last attempt to cheer you up.

"Let me see your hand."

"...you're driving."

He didn't respond and just held his out, eyes still on the road but he wasn't going to move until you put your hand in his.

"Does it hurt?" He asked with a softer tone.

"Not anymore," you muttered. "Not the first time I've punched the shit out of someone."

He caressed your fingers and knuckles and glances down at the small splits in your skin from really going hard. It made your stomach to turn even though he's reassured you already. When he came to a red light, he looked you in the eyes and kissed them, holding them against his warm cheek then turned his eyes forward again when the light flicked green.

Dean kept driving then pulled into an empty parking lot not too far from campus. He let go and got out his truck to climb into the backseat. You turned and looked at him like he was crazy.

"What are you doing?"

"Cheering you up. C'mere."

It could've been the alcohol lingering in both your systems, but, fuck it. You watched him pat his lap then got out to join him, getting on his lap. His warm, soft hand taking yours again and placing it on his cheek.

"Where did he touch you?"

"My hips, at first."

His hands were on your hips now, a lot gentler and a lot more welcomed.

"Take your shirt off for me, please."

You removed it in one motion, now just in a bra and shorts. Tits right in his face. Either you were imagining things or you actually just felt something twitch under the zipper of his jeans.

"Jesus," he whispered. "That's a pretty color on you."

Your throat instantly going dry made your voice quieter than intended. "Thanks..."

"Where else did he touch you?"

"My, um," you were already starting to forget what happened within the past hour. "My...my ass."

Dean's hands now slid to your ass. It's like...every muscle in your body relaxed simultaneously. He leaned in and softly kissed the top of your breasts. You shivered slightly and subconsciously leaned toward him, allowing him to start a slow, rocking rhythm.

You started grinding in his lap without even noticing at first. Breaths shaky and border lining on a soon-to-be moan. He could wait. He will.

"Mind taking this off for me, too, please?"

He murmured against your hot skin. You reached around and unclipped your bra without second thought and tossed it somewhere to the side.

You were in your own world now. He strategically placed your injured hand back on his face as he looked up at you, not looking at him back. Your head was tilted back as you kept up that rhythm all by yourself.

When his lips wrapped around one of them, you gasped softly and finally looked down. Hand running through his hair as you watched his eyes flutter shut. He groaned against you like he just took a bite of freshly cooked food.

"Fuckin' perfect," he whispered as he went to the other. The feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple had bliss written all over your face.

"Dean..." you muttered softly.

"Yes, baby?"

Goosebumps prickled along your skin. He didn't even realize he called you that...Too focused on those gorgeous tits.

"Need you," you said. He unlatched with a 'pop' and shifted his weight so he could lay you down in the seat without another word. Lowering his head to kiss your neck and undoing the buttons on your shorts at the same time. He pulled them off along with your panties then undid his own jeans.

He fished a condom from his pocket and put it on swift because that silent pleading look in your eyes was killing him!

"I'm gonna go real slow, okay?"

He lined himself up and pushed slowly. His fingers now interlocking with yours so he could get a feel of how you were doing.

"Shit," your eyes went a little wide. He's...thicker than what you thought.

"You okay?"

"Mhm," you breathed out. He pushed halfway and felt you gripping his hand harder, so he paused. "I'm okay. Keep going."

"You're sure?"

"Yes. Please."

Your grip didn't let up but it didn't mean you were uncomfortable. Just still getting used to it. When he bottomed out, your shoulders stiffened for a second, but then you relaxed once you felt your body welcoming him in. You took a breath and continued.

"You can move now."

Your free, less injured hand rested in his hair while he held the other to stay grounded. You felt so good around him he almost immediately sobered up. He moved at a slow but steady pace, still watching you and those pretty faces you couldn't help but make.

"So big," you whispered, intended to be to yourself but you're sure he heard you. He tried not to get a big head from the fact that you were this wet from dry humping him. He barely had to do anything but it didn't mean he wasn't going to put 100% effort.

He kissed the back of your hand again, looking in your eyes. Trying to communicate that what you did tonight didn't change his view of you at all. If anything, it enhanced what he's been feeling since he first saw you. It wasn't normal for him to get attached to anyone, but you...you are something else.

The sight of him giving extra care to your cut up knuckles had your heart fighting for its life. This pace he chose and the way he keeps just brushing against the spot, yet not quite hitting it. How he looked at you with those pretty blue eyes before letting go of your hand and locking lips...

You held both sides of his face and kissed him back. The leg not pinned to the seat wrapping around his back. He picked up the pace only a little. Just enough to get you to whimper in his mouth and lower one of your hands to scratch his back. He adjusted and angled his hips so he could move better but that only really changed one thing. Now he was hitting that spot.

You accidentally bit his bottom lip and he backed up with a small wince, but was smiling.

"I'm sorry," you gasped out and moaned, panting. "I'm sorry."

"Shh, shh, it's okay," he murmured with a peck to your lips. "This is about you. You close?"

You nodded and struggled to keep your eyes open. Hands flying to his biceps.

"Okay. Keep those pretty eyes on me. Can you do that?"

"Maybe," you said. Holding onto him tighter.

"Stay with me. I'm here. Right here."

You cursed as it hit you before you could catch it. Climax spreading from your spine to the rest of your body. Squirt hitting his pelvis and abdomen. You'd be embarrassed if you could feel your legs at the moment.

It just kept going. You couldn't stop. All that pent up energy you had after wilding out on that prick was exiting your body all at once. And he just kept stroking deep. Taking in how beautiful you sounded, all fucked out like you needed it.

"Fuck," you breathed once your body chilled out. You didn't even want to look down at the mess you made and will be offering to pay for once you're in the right state of mind. He pulled out but didn't move to get off you yet. Likely because you were still holding his biceps for dear life.

"I, uh," he began, also panting, "I didn't expect the night to go like this and, um, really I had planned to do this much more properly but, here we are."

"Yeah," was all you could say.

"I would like to take you out on a proper date. Soon."

You smiled, eyes closed, with a small nod. "I'd love to," you said. After a few seconds, your eyes widened and you gasped as it just dawned on you. "Wait! You didn't cum."

"Don't worry about that," he said, kissing you on the lips again and whispering against them. "I know you got me next time."

-

Tucker has been staring at you like a lost puppy all night. He could barely really focus on the party when he somehow could hear your laughter over the lively music. Catch you smiling at something someone said in the corner of his eye. Dancing along to a song you've sworn is "your song" for the past five songs, despite being in that silly bread costume.

He remembers you talking about how you and your roommate were going to come to the duos party dressed as bread and butter. Oh, yeah, forgot to mention he's talked to you multiple times in Russian class and yet he still acts like he's just seen you for the first time ever.

He hasn't told any of the guys. He doesn't know why, he just hasn't. It could be because he feels ridiculous for maybe falling for you in the span of the first week of the semester. The man is smitten and doesn't know what to do with himself.

When the song ends your laughing again for whatever reason, his heart could leap out of his chest at any moment. You turn around and lock eyes, noticing him looking and he almost chokes on his beer. You're on the way over, maneuvering through the crowd towards him.

Oh, shit.

It's too late to run now!

"Tucker!" You practically jump into his arms as you hug him. "I've been looking for you all night!"

You smell...so good...

He chuckled nervously and wrapped his arms around you while trying to stay focused. Be normal, be normal, be normal!!

"Ah, y'know. Just been running around with the boys."

You pulled away with a smile that never left your face. He could stare at you for hours. Wait, he kinda has already-

"I dig the costume," you said. "Who's your duo?"

"Logan. He's dressed as a bird."

"A bird..." you repeated as you put two and two together. "Birds and the bees."

"Correct," he said before taking a swig. His nerves started to settle the more You two talked. "Where's your butter?"

"Off somewhere else. Probably with someone else, hence why I've been dolo the past two hours, but...now I have you. If you're not busy or anything."

"Nope. Not busy at all."

...he said that pretty fast.

"Okay, good, cause," you start bopping you head along to the rhythm of the new song, a classic by Rihanna, taking his beer from his hands and water falling a good amount of it before setting it down on the kitchen counter.

Perfection. Absolute perfection.

"This is my song," you grabbed his hand and took him out to the living room to dance with you. Twirling under his palm and moving your body with his while lip syncing your heart out. He's following your lead like it's second nature.

Closer to the end of the song he leans in to ask if you want a drink, you say yes and keep dancing. He was getting the drinks, yes, but his heart was also pounding against his ribs. He's not sure if you noticed but your ass brushed against his crotch one too many times (no such thing as too many, silly) and he felt like he was going to pass out.

Tucker got caught up in conversation with Garrett about Hannah for about 15 minutes before he went back to find you. He searched the crowd until his eyes landed where he could see your hair past someone's shoulder, but when he saw who you were talking and laughing with, he froze.

Dean.

Oof. Dean's giving you that look as he's talking. That "I'm gonna ease my way into your pants" look. He's leaning down to hear you talk, winking, smiling, he has you giggling and playfully slapping his biceps. Drink in hand as you listen to him talk about his family's vacation homes. Meanwhile, Tucker feels like he just lost the lottery by one number.

He puts the drink he brought for you back in the cooler and goes on about his night. If it was one thing he knew is that it was almost impossible for any woman to untangle themselves from Dean's web. And the crazy thing is, Dean didn't even look like he was just trying to fuck. He looked genuinely interested. Tucker, in his mind, didn't stand a chance.

Closer to the end of the night, Tucker went up to the room he was staying in after helping with some cleaning up. Calling it a night. He took off his costume and flopped backwards onto the bed. Staring at the ceiling and all he could think about was you. The brief most amount of joy he's had all night. Then how it all shattered when he saw you with his friend. Smiling just as big as you would with him.

Maybe he's being dramatic but he can't help it. It's not the first time he's been overlooked by women that know him and the other guys and it won't be the last. Looks like this is just another one of those times.

Three soft knocks come to his door. Was it one of the guys? They don't usually knock that soft.

"Yeah?"

"Hey, Tuck, it's me. Can I come in?"

He shoots up from where he was lying and stares at the door. Was he hearing things? He said your name aloud, you answered back and he stood up to open it. You look slightly tired and a little tipsy.

"Uh, hey," he said. "I thought you dipped already."

"Nah, I was talking to Dean for a good minute," you said. He tried not to frown. "But then I went looking for you."

Looking for him? Him?!

"Really?"

"Yeah?" You said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "So...ya gonna let me in or what?"

He blinked then stepped aside to let you in. You slipped past him and he just realized you took your costume off. Your outfit just screamed "you." As per usual but he's never seen you come out like this for a party.

When the door shut he became hyper aware of the sound of the match. You're really in his room...after a long night of partying and having a clearly very engaging conversation with one of his best friends. He almost wanted to pinch himself.

You turned to face him and gave him a look with your hands on your hips, a feigned pout mixed with that 'I'm about to lecture you' look. And you were standing a little close-

"You made me go searching again," you pointed at him accusingly but couldn't hide your growing smile. "I knocked on two doors before finally landing here and I was waiting for that drink but I thought you ditched me!"

It feels like someone dropped a bucket of water on a bunch of wires in his head. The dim lighting of the room made your skin glow and the faint scent of your perfume mixed with the lingering tang of whatever drink you'd been sipping hit him like a freight train.

"I...uh..."

"I missed you."

He gulped.

"...are you drunk?"

You looked a little offended. "What? No! I mean, I had a few drinks but I'm perfectly fine. Why?"

"Sorry, I just," he cleared his throat and took a small step back. "I didn't expect you to say that."

"Oh...too forward?"

"No! No," he waved it off. "I mean like I saw you talking to Dean earlier and...I didn't want to interrupt. Looked like you were having a good time, so I backed off."

You furrowed your brows and tilted your head at him. Wait, did he think...

"Did you think I was into him?"

Wow. He has never heard you be so direct.

"Um...kinda?"

"Tucker!"

"What? Who doesn't fall for Dean?"

"You're looking right at her!"

Silence.

"You think I'm easy?"

That question had him panicking as soon as he registered it. Everything swirling around in his head came to a screeching halt. "No, God, no! That's not-"

He fumbled over his words as he tried to save the conversation. That's the last thing he'd want you to think he feels about you!

"I swear I didn't mean-"

Smooch.

Tucker stopped talking and looked at you. The feeling of your hands on his shoulders as they circle around the back of his neck made his mind go blank.

You just kissed him to shut him up...

"I'm just fucking with you," you said in a softer tone. His hands hovered your hips for like three seconds then slowly let them rest. "I want you, Tucker. Is that clear enough?"

Alas, the confidence of John Tucker came back just like that.

"Clear as day."

"Good," you murmured. "Can I kiss you now?"

He didn't even bother answering verbally. Instead he lifted a hand to cup the side of your face and close the distance himself. The sweetheart that was just stuttering and terrified that he lost you to Dean was now kissing you like it was meant to be.

He meant to pull away by now. To say something, anything to confirm this was real, but the way you were tugging on his collar was all he needed.

Clothes were discarded within the minute. You both chuckle as he falls on top of you when the back of your knees hit the bed. Your hands roam his bare chest and biceps as he carefully peels your panties down your legs. You swiftly unclipped your bra and tossed it aside while he settled in between your thighs.

It looked like he did a short prayer of gratitude before kissing a trail along the soft flesh. You hold back a giggle because this is the most serious you've seen him.

Your head falls on the half undone bed when you feel his tongue flatten against your folds. A shaky whimper escaping your lips. The groan that followed from him made you twitch.

He held your thighs in place as he dove in further. His nose consistently bumping into that sensitive bud at the crest had you instinctively trying to close your legs. Hips bucking a little and your fingers finding their way into those gorgeous curls.

Tucker's whole focus lied into the taste of you. Getting you off. Making sure you're having the time of your life. The feeling of you gripping his hair, your nails dragging his scalp was all traveling south. His growing erection caused by the simple fact that he was responsible for your pleasure and he was clearly doing a great job. So far.

"'m so close," you whispered, subconsciously grinding against his face. "Don't stop. Please."

You didn't have to tell him twice!

He swirled his tongue over and over again in the same spot until you came. So much slick hitting his face and running down his chin, you could feel him smiling as he lapped it up.

When he pulled back and gazed at the mess you made--courtesy of him--he admired the sight like a painting during the renaissance period. He hovered over you while wiping his face and licking his fingers. You looked up at him with blurry eyes and sudden embarrassment.

"You good?" he asked softly as he laid next to you, propping himself up on his elbow to give you some space. You nodded and felt the heat creep up your neck.

"So good," you reassured with a huff and caught your breath. "I just didn't think I'd, ahem, squirt all over your face."

You laughed and covered your face for a split second before glancing at him.

"I wanna keep going," you added. "If you're up for it."

He smiled and pecked you in the cheek. You're just so freaking cute.

"Roll over for me," he murmured in your ear. "On your side."

You did just that with a giddy smile before biting your bottom lip. He stripped his boxers off and caressed your thigh, lifting it a little so he could line himself up. You shuddered when the tip glided along your wetness. When he finally, slowly, pushed inside, your eyes met.

He was much bigger than you thought.

"This okay?" He asked softly.

You nodded and kept your eyes on him with a gentle smile. Which quickly fell the more he inched in.

"Let me know if it's too much," he whispered. Meanwhile you could barely focus now. Mostly because you were still sensitive to the touch but you didn't want any downtime. Just him.

He moved agonizingly slow to give your body every chance to adjust to the stretch. When he bottomed out, the leg he was holding was starting to tremble just a little, but enough to notice.

"I got you," he continued. You relaxed and gave him the okay to move. He did a few experimental pumps to make sure you were comfortable and your response was perfect. You got the hang of his rhythm and adjusted to his size. This much was so clear.

"Faster?"

"Please."

The sweet, hesitant man from earlier vanished upon your request. Replaced entirely by the confident athlete who knew exactly how to handle what was right in front of him. The woman of his dreams.

Your moans weren't so quiet anymore. There was a spot he kept occasionally hitting and it had stars dancing in your eyes. He didn't mind when you looked away from him because it meant everything he was doing was right.

He slid his hand further down your thigh to push it back a little more. His ragged breathing echoed off the plain walls. It was like your body molded under his hands in real time.

"It's gonna... I'm gonna-"

It you weren't so sensitive from him eating you out like his life depended on it earlier you'd probably be lasting longer, but that simply just wasn't the case tonight. Your eyes shut tight as your orgasm hit you once more. Just as intense. Tucker didn't stop pumping until his hit and pulled out to let his cum hit your stomach.

He let your leg down slowly before holding you close to his chest. For about two minutes, the only sound in the room was your synchronized heaving and the distant, muffled bass of the party downstairs. He laid three soft kisses on your shoulder then rolled on his back, taking you with him so you'd be lying on his side, head on his chest.

"Think anybody heard us?" He asked after those quiet moments. You chuckled.

"I'd be surprised with that bass," you muttered. "What time do we have to be out of here in the morning?"

"9:30 at the latest."

"...bath time?"

"I'll run it."

-

Plug!dex that looks at you like you're crazy when you pull up 30 minutes early to his house but lets you in anyway (WHIPPED!) Only because he copped a new strand and wanted you to be the test subject! No other reason!

Plug!Dex grumbles and rolls his eyes while taking care of you after that new strand fucked you upppp. It's nothing extravagant but he does keep making sure you don't slump forward and destroy his rolling table. I mean coffee table

Plug!Dex took forever to warm up to cause he has to keep up an image when you know damn well eventually he got a soft spot for you. But if you're waiting for him to say it out loud, don't hold your breath

Plug!Dex pulls his gun on you after he finds out you were messing around with some of his much more dangerous asshole friends with intent to show you what could happen if shit goes left, which only resulted in you swirling your tongue around the tip of the barrel and gazing into his eyes to get his reaction

Plug!dex won't give you discounts but will green out with you any day. Just know it will always either start or end with fucking. Non negotiable!

Plug!dex won't claim you outright but makes it clear to his homeboys that if they even stand too close to you, they're fucked

Plug!dex slaps your ass in front of anybody whenever you walk past him. Same theme as the bullet above; he won't claim you officially but it's code for "that's mine"

Plug!Dex lets you tattoo him if you're a tattoo artist

Plug!dex will stand in front of the door in your way until you change clothes. At first it was just when he let you tag along to parties and hangouts but it became in general. And if you pull the "you're not my man" card he follows up with "I'll fuck you like I am. Go change."

Plug!Dex physically pulls you away from his homies if you're getting too chummy with them or vice versa. It's usually you doing it just to get him a little ticked off with the possibility of dealing with you later

Plug!dex lets you do all the work when you fuck him while high. If you're both sober best believe you're getting slung over his shoulder and put through the mattress

Plug!Dex calls you stupid for turning down good guys. Especially if he sees it but is not opposed to you showing him why you keep doing it

Plug!dex has a tape you both wanted to make in his main phone for safekeeping and jerks to it when he misses you

I NEED THIS MAN 😭😭😭😭😭😭

He's just too big

Nothin' is better than those thighs, dear

That is NOT what the burner is used for...send more.

Part 2^

The good ol' each around

Safe house activities

He loves watching it bounce back

He's only rough if you give him permission

He's on leave... make use of it!

Not ready for a baby just yet (PLEASE IGNORE THE CAPTION)

Simon's been a little tense lately

Zuko finally made it back to the fire nation safe and sound after making sure Republic City didn't go under. With half his outfit gone and hair disheveled (yet still beautiful), his council insisted he go get treated and rest up.

Normally he'd refuse and shake off his injuries, acting like they're not nearly as severe as they really are, but ever since a new doctor was hired to the palace he hasn't hesitated since.

Why, you might ask?

Because he found out the new doctor was someone he knew. A friend from wayyy back when. Long before he was banished or his family life went to shit.

However, nobody else knows this.

Zuko was escorted to the medical room--for some reason no matter how times he told them it wasn't necessary. He walked in with a cloth across his body, body and muscles overly defined by the candlelight illuminating the space.

You were kneeled before him with your eyes lowered when he came in. Once his guards left, he just stood there.

"...you know you can stop pretending, right?"

You looked up with a smile on your face as you jumped to your feet and into his arms. A solid, longing kiss on the lips to follow. He kissed back with intention as he held you close. Then came a wince. You stop abruptly and step back.

"Zuko! You're hurt."

"It's not that bad," he says with a whole bunch of bruises littering his entire upper body. The look you gave him made his heart skip a beat.

"C'mon," he continued as he grabbed your hand to pull you closer. "It's been a long couple of days and I'd like to spend the night with the love of my life before going back to Firelord duties."

"Zuko," you narrow your eyes at him, "the last time we got intimate while you were this injured, you were bedridden for three days. And I almost got punished. By death."

"That was one time," he pouted. The only time he ever pouts is when he's alone with you. It's actually quite bizarre. "And you know I'd never let anything happen to you."

His arms wrapped around your waist and his forehead rested upon yours with a soft sigh. He hasn't been able to show this side of him for a long while before another world saving trip with the Avatar.

"I missed you," he murmured. "And I only became bedridden cause I did all the work."

"You were drunk."

"Mmm, we both were-"

You shut him up real quick when your warm palm found the front of his crotch and gave a light squeeze. He grunted softly as he backed away an inch, and you just smiled at him.

"Apologies, Firelord, what was that?"

"You're unfair."

"Oh, should I stop?"

"No," he stopped you from pulling away with a shudder. "Please."

"Please what?"

"Touch me," he said, "please."

"I don't know, Zuko," you practically purr. "Will you let me treat you after if I grant your wish?"

"You could strike lightning directly into my heart if it meant having your hand down my pants right now."

A genuine chuckle couldn't stop from escaping as you backed him closer to the wall and ended up behind him. Hand trailing from his now bare chest to his abs right back to where he desperately needed you to be. You could feel him physically melt while your other hand lightly massaged his bicep.

"We haven't done this in a while," you whisper while toying with the band of his pants. "You might be more sensitive than last time."

"I don't care," he shuddered once more. You could feel the goosebumps rise on his skin for a moment. Zuko felt like he was willingly jumping into an abyss when he started to descend to the ground with you.

As he sat there between your legs, you just had to admire him from his side profile. The sight of him all flushed and panting softly before you even touched him the way he wanted only made you want to tease him even more, but you decided against it only because you really wanted to treat his minor injuries later.

His breath caught in his throat when you lips attached to his neck while simultaneously reaching in his pants and pulling him out. You hummed and shushed him softly.

"Don't be so loud," you whispered.

He leaned his head against yours after you spit in your hand and started stroking. Eyes real tight. Jaw clenched. Hips subtly bucking. Oh, he's so sensitive.

"Can you, uh," he began, his hands squeezing your thighs to focus. "Can you do that thing? Please."

"What thing?" You asked. Knowing exactly what he was talking about.

"With your hand," he said, "your palm. The warmth thing."

"Ohhh...you mean like this?"

When his head fell back into your shoulder, it was like instinct for your free hand to cover his mouth. You could hear him muffle "yes" repeatedly while nodding frantically. Breaths shaky and irregular.

"Someone had a long few days," you muse to yourself, but you know he heard you. He could only whimper and grunt in the same vain when he felt your thumb run over the tip. "And we haven't seen each other in weeks...you missed me, huh?"

"Mhm.." he nodded again. "Missed you so much..."

"How much?" You uncovered his mouth to trace his Adam's apple.

"So fucking much," he exhaled. "I thought about you everyday. Every waking hour. No wonder the Chamberlain keeps saying I zone out so much-"

You hear him gasp and strain his voice to keep himself quiet.

"Ooo," you muse, "you're getting close."

"Hotter," he muttered. You feel like you misheard him.

"What?"

"Hotter," he repeated, "make your hand hotter. I'm almost there."

"...that won't hurt?"

"Please don't make me say it- fuck."

"Say...what?"

"Just- I like the pain okay? Just, please, make your hand a little hotter. I'm right there, baby, please."

This genuinely caught you off guard. You knew he had his freaky tendencies every once in a while but you can't believe you haven't caught on to his rare masochistic desires as long as you two have been dating. And that makes him all the more hot. Pun intended.

His eyes open a little once you made your palm a little hotter. His chest rising and falling a lot quicker than before. The main sound in this little room being your incredibly warm hand jerking him off with your own spit had him about to see stars.

"Yes. Yes, just like that. Gods-"

He grabbed the hand occupying his throat and slapped it back onto his mouth as he came. His hot seed spilling all over your fingers as you worked him through it. His hand rested on top of yours for extra security to prevent his array of deep groans from echoing through the palace. His eyes shut tight again as a single tear slides down his cheek. He hasn't felt this good in so long. Which was almost a month but to him it's a millennia.

After about a minute was when he started to really calm down. His heart wasn't leaping from his chest anymore but boy was he sweating. He moved his hand along with yours and took a few good breaths to center himself.

"Thank you," he finally said. Head still resting on your shoulder. "Thank you so much."

"Just doing my job," you lightly tease. Pulling the top of his pants back up and wiping his sweat with the other. "Just don't fall asleep yet. I still have to treat you."

Zuko just smiled lazily at that, lightly shaking his head.

"I love you."

You smiled back at him. He couldn't see it but he could feel it against his face. The side with his scar. Which made his heart flutter a little bit more than usual.

"I'm gonna marry you someday."

Now it's your turn for your heart to flutter. Skip a beat, even. He notices.

"I don't care how long it takes for me to make real changes around here," he continued on. "We will be together. In the open. And you won't just be my nurse anymore."

"...wow," you manage to say. "It's not like you to be this sentimental after we get intimate."

"I kind of almost died," he admitted. His tone very serious now. "One of my last thoughts before Katara helped us was that I didn't even get to marry you, so...yeah."

He sat up slowly and rolled his shoulder before shifting to get a good look at you in this gorgeously lit room. Falling in love all over again. He looked down at the hand he, uh... came on and cleared his throat while blushing.

"Um- sorry about that."

You laugh softly through your nose and grab a nearby little towel that was within reach and wiped it off.

"It's okay," you said. Copying the way he was sitting so that you were right across from him, leaning forward to give him a peck on the lips. "I love you too."

-

Victory head after a tough but successful win

Awww he can't even fit all the way

Part 2^

(3rd video) he's so pent up after almost losing!

Convincing him to fuck on the couch when nobody's home

Getting him to squirm when you jerk him off (overstim)

Finally getting to fuck see him after he's been focused on practice for weeks

Missed me that much, babe?

Your audition to be his favorite puck bunny 🐰

Yeah he loves missionary, but prone... 😮‍💨

"Wanna take the party upstairs?"