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the simple act of being carried to bed is enough to make her breath hitch, and percy knows—though if she's being honest, she already knew—that she's done for. he's it for her. all she wants, and all she ever will want. it's not just physical, though she shamelessly stares at his bare chest when he takes off his shirt. it's everything. and maybe she's just young and dramatic, but... when fin calls her beautiful, it's not like how others have said it. when he says beautiful, it feels like he means something more, something beyond words. she doesn't know if she can agree, but she's not going to argue the point. not now. not when he's smiling at her like that. "you—" her cheeks burn, and she feels lightheaded with anticipation. all this gentleness. all this love. she thinks she'll explode from it. "i love you so much." she cranes her neck for a kiss, short and sweet, and breathlessly adds: "but i'm feeling a little overdressed here." she's still a little nervous about getting naked in front of him, but her old self-consciousness is tempered by his words and by his gaze; she wants him to see her. she wants to see him see her.

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her knees press into the hard concrete, ass pointed up toward the air. his cock rests heavily in her mouth, his fingers curling into her hair. the sounds she makes aren't exactly pretty-- ugly gagging sounds as drool drips from the corners of her mouth. still, she wants to pleasure him, do anything he wants. the idea of getting caught is enough to make her go wild. realistically, there are so many bad things that could happen if they did, but she doesn't wanna think about the consequences right now. all sadie wants to think about is being used as a pretty little fleshlight. she can't really smile, but the look she flashes him is more than enough to convey happiness.

𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 , to show genuine interest in them. hardly ever , equally , did they excite her in the slightest after over a hundred years of being around them. humans were nothing more than the same recycled personalities with minimal variations—however , wednesday had found finley to be almost an exception. while she hadn’t known him for terribly long , she did enjoy his conversations , his pretty face , & the blood that flowed underneath her skin. as much as he was entertainment , in a variety of ways , he was also food & she was getting thirsty ! it hadn’t taken long for her to crawl onto his lap, to keep her legs close to his sides & his back pressed against the couch. nor for her cold flesh to press against his , for her ears to listen intently to the thud of his heart. ; the blood under his skin swooshed in her ears , she could feel it & the smell was so much more powerful when in a heightened state. hand runs along the side of his neck before fingertips , nails nipping only a little , ghost against the flesh of his collarbone. lips break themselves from his, their feverish approach , to press to the underside of fins jaw & then against his throat. eyes close & wednesday takes another smell of his scent. a tightness of her own grows in her stomach along with a hunger—the two usually tend of to co-exist. ❛ you smell so good , ❜ she whispers against his ear before another kiss follows. ❛ i could eat you up. ❜ he might not be able to see her grin, but he could hear it.

the sound she lets out when he finally gives her what she's asking for would embarrass her if she wasn't too busy listening to the question he murmurs into her ear. percy's head nod furiously, her nails pressing into his back at his first thrust. "yes," she gasps after a moment, her mind finally remembering how to form words. "yes, it's—it's good, fin, baby, you feel so good, thank you—"