“You can’t be here!” You hiss, pushing at his chest and urging him toward the door but JJ doesn’t budge. He’s slick with sweat while panting to catch his breath. That’s when you notice the bat hanging at his side and the sound of sirens drawing closer.
“What did you do?” You demand, eyes hard as you stare back at him. The fire in his eyes seems to morph into something else as he takes in your sleep attire.
“Fair is fair.” JJ rasps, his voice gruff like he’s been yelling.
“What does that mean?”
“They took what’s ours.” JJ’s jaw clenches as he takes a step forward, the bat still in his hand.
“Who did?” You step back as he advances. Your back meets the wall in the hallway and his chest brushes against yours. Your nipples harden against his chest and his eyes are glued down your cami.
“You and your Kooks.” JJ growls, causing you to flinch when he suddenly drops the bat, making it clatter on the hardwood floor.
“I didn’t do anything.”
“Your daddy is the mayor. You had to know what they’ve been planning. Another fucking club? Don’t you people have enough? Why do you have to take from us too?” JJ’s hands slam against the wall on either side of you, caging you in as he presses harder against you. He was hard. So hard that you could feel every ridge through his jeans against your stomach.
“JJ—.”
“Turn around.” JJ snarls, not giving you a moment before he spins you around. Your cheek meets the wall, your body buzzing as he presses his erection against your ass. You knew what this was, what he needed. So you pressed back, grinding your ass against him in a silent plea.
“Don’t make this more than it is.” JJ rasps, yanking your sleep shorts and panties down in one go. The cold air hits between your legs, making you shudder against the wall. His warm, callused hands find your ass, caressing the flesh before landing a sharp smack. You gasp, attempting to pull away but he yanks you back, slapping your ass again.
“JJ—.”
“Shut up.” You attempt to turn around but he holds you in place, dipping a hand between your legs and stroking your slit. “I don’t want to see your face.” A thick finger enters you forcing you up on your toes with a loud groan.
“So fucking wet so me. I wonder what your daddy would think.” You open your mouth to argue but he adds another finger, making you lose the ability to think or speak. JJ fingers you hard, the sloppy sound of your wetness echoing in the dark hallway. Just when you’re close, he stops, quickly replacing his fingers with something much thicker.
“JJ..”
“This is for me, not you.” JJ growls in your ear, yanking back on your hair as he sinks in balls deep in one go. You whimper loudly, his cock so deep that it hurt. He shoves your legs farther apart before he starts to fuck you. It’s hard and it’s fast. Your moans echo down the hall as JJ pants in your ear. His cock was so deep and hard that you could feel him wherever while you tried to meet every thrust.
Suddenly, he was pulling out and shoving you onto your hands and knees on the rug. You look back over your shoulder, savoring the way his eyes start to roll back as he enters you again from behind. You notice he’s ditched his jacket and t-shirt at some point, leaving him in just his low hanging jeans. Then he’s quickly shoving your face down against the rug as he starts to move.
You bite your lip to keep from crying out, his movements so rough and hard, the new position even deeper than before. Your knees scrape against the rug and his hands leave a bruising grip on your body. It’s too much. Your hand flies back to push at his thigh for some sort of break but he simply uses the opportunity to pin your arms behind your back. Your nails scrape against his abs, making him hiss as he fucks you harder.
“JJ.. I’m gonna cum.” Your body tightens, legs shaking uncontrollably as you near your peak.
“Don’t you dare.” His punishing pace slows, causing you to cry out in frustration as you claw at his abdonmen and move your hips back against him, desperate for friction. His hands release yours to grip your hips to halt your movements as a mocking laugh leaves him.
“I bet your daddy would lose his mind over his pretty little daughter desperate and wet for Pogue dick.” You angrily move to sit up but he shoves you back down, thrusting in hard, just once. Your body trembles and your pussy pulses, seeking the pleasure he’s denying.
“Fuck me or get out, Pogue.” You bite out, reaching between your legs to stroke your clit. Your walls clench around his dick, making him groan, deep and sexy.
“You’re not in charge, slut. So shut up and take what I give you.” JJ’s strokes turn punishing, so hard and fast that you can’t catch your breath and tears fill your eyes from the intensity of it. You were on the verge of something explosive. The two of you didn’t go beyond sex but something about you craved his darkness and the way he took it out on your body. He never failed to leave you spent in a puddle of your mixed releases before letting the door slam shut behind him.
“JJ—I—I—.” Your words trail off, toes starting to curl as your eyes begin to roll back in your head. But the promise of pleasure is ripped away when he stops abruptly to shove you on your back. You’re too caught off guard to do anything but watch and blink up at him as he strokes his cock almost angrily, grunting with each rough tug until he erupts, painting your chest and part of your face in his cum. Your tongue darts out, tasting what landed on your lips as he releases one last, panty dropping groan and the last drop of cum falls from the swollen tip. JJ’s eyes lock on yours as he tucks himself away and stands, leaving you in a mess on the floor. You sit up, watching him tug his shirt on and wiping the sweat from his brow on the nearby curtains.
“I didn’t know about any of it.” You finally say, feeling his warm cum start to slide down your chest. JJ shakes his head as he throws the back door open without another backwards glance.
the four boys unpacked their suitcases, unbelievably more stuffed than they should have been, especially compared to keis.
he only brought essentials and enough clothes to get through a week, toiletries and swimming attire.
while, of course, shoyo being the worst one, brought his whole closet, wanting to give himself any option for the perfect outfit.
on top of that, tobio gave him shit while he unpacked, yelling at him for ‘not leaving enough room for the rest of us’.
kei hated to agree with tobio, but he did, as he shouted for them to shut up.
“you two are animals, it hasn’t even been five minutes that we’re here”
kei turned around from his bed to face them, who deadpanned over at him, tadashi snickering across the room as he unpacked their snacks.
the four of them always tried to make time for vacations together, no matter how busy they got, it still was nice to see each other once in a while when they could.
as loud as shoyo was, and grouchy tobio got, or closed off kei felt, or even tadashi still being somewhat of a timid mother to the whole group, the former teammates still cared for one another, and valued their quality time.
this time they decided to go somewhere much different, choosing a small city along the east coast of the states, desiring to feel like kids again as they’re now in their 20s.
there was a boardwalk along the beach housing stores of overpriced merchandise and hermit crabs, a handful of mini golf courses, and a decent carnival with enough attractions they could visit one of the nights, it was a simple enough vacation, it felt perfect. nothing too complex.
and kei liked that.
they decided to spend the rest of their day unpacking and cleaning their room, and wanted to stay inside or around the hotel later at night, relaxed enough for their first day.
“no! i put that down, you pick up four!”
kei rolled his eyes at the infamous duo and their arguing during a stupid game of uno.
they’ve had a couple of drinks, and decided to keep busy by playing games on the floor of their room.
“i know that, i was just asking a question!”
shoyo yelled back, slamming his hand against the pile of cards in the middle of them to grab his four.
“don’t ask stupid questions if you don’t want to get yelled at”
tobio sighed, placing down his winning card.
“uno out. i win anyway, losers”
kei placed down the rest of his hand, and went to stand up.
“i’m going to sit by the pool. you guys are too much sometimes”
he snickered, and the others waved him goodbye as he grabbed the keycard to his room, and headed out the door.
he took a good look around the hotel, it was pretty decent for the price they got it at.
the outside of the rooms led to a balcony that faced the pool, which was now empty as it was getting too late for kids to be out swimming, the sun almost fully set.
next to it, was a small bar, and he noticed a couple of people down there.
as he went down the stairs and got closer, he saw the bartender working at a drink,
and then, he saw you.
he saw you sitting there, almost empty drink in hand, a simple sheer white coverup over your shoulders, and a bathing suit that complimented your body beautifully.
you looked lonely, disappointed maybe, as you finished your drink.
he dared to wonder why.
your eyes shot up to him as he got closer, and he felt his stomach swirl slightly as his eyes fixed on your beautiful ones.
as down as you looked, your eyes glimmered with so much more.
it made his chest hurt a little.
he picked a stool about two away from yours, and sat down, his eyes darting to the side to look at you again.
he caught you staring too, but he didn’t look away.
“good evening, what can i get you, man?”
keis english was pretty decent, so he turned to the kind bartender and gave a small smile.
“i’ll take what she’s having, thanks”
the bartender nodded and turned around to make his drink.
“a strawberry shortcake, coming right up”
kei heard you give a small laugh, and he looked over again, watching as you placed down your empty glass.
“her next drink on me as well”
kei added as he never parted his eyes from yours, hoping the bartender heard him over the soft american mainstream music that played on the speakers.
“you’re lucky my favorite is strawberry shortcake”
kei spoke, leaning a bit towards you more.
“hey, you took that risk ordering what i had anyway. be grateful it wasn’t a shot of fireball”
you responded with a laugh, and he vaguely had an idea on what fireball was. he’s never tried it, though.
your voice, on the other hand, was angelic. he could listen to you speak all day, hear you laugh again too.
“fireball really that bad, huh?”
he asked, standing from his stool and deciding to sit closer to you.
“well, i like fireball, but it’s never usually a fan favorite”
you laughed again, and the bartender walked over with two of the same drink.
you kindly thanked him with a smile, and looked back over at kei.
he still never looked away from you.
“kei”
he said, finally giving you his name.
“y/n. so, where are you from?”
you asked him, shifting in your seat to face him and sip from your drink.
he watched your lips hug your straw, and your pretty manicured hand hold your glass.
“japan”
kei smirked, and your eyes widened.
“no way, and you chose here of all places to come on vacation? i live about three hours from here”
you laughed, and he shrugged.
“we wanted something different this time around. we purposely chose somewhere a bit smaller and more niche”
you sat up straight and fixed your coverup, a flash of your chest showing to kei as he gulped.
“well, niche or not, it’s a pretty nice spot”
you defend, leaning your arm on the bar.
“and who’s we?”
you add, tilting your head.
from the looks of it, he was much, much taller than you.
even sitting down, you had to look up.
“i’m here with three other people from home. we played volleyball together back in high school”
kei explained, leaning a bit more comfortably in his seat, noticing you had to look up at him.
while doing so, he took a sip from the drink, immediately taking a liking to it.
it was just the right amount of sweet with the alcohol taste, easily becoming a favorite he would be ordering again.
“i’d love to meet them”
you smiled, then continuing your sentence.
“volleyball is really cool too, one of my friends played in high school as well, she taught me a couple of things”
you laugh, and he does just a little too.
“i’m not sure you’d want to meet them, they’re a bit intense sometimes”
he shrugs and you lean closer too him.
“i think you’re underestimating how much i can take”
he couldn’t tell if you were being serious, or flirty and suggestive in some way, or maybe both. he’s always been bad at social innuendos.
a buzz from keis phone breaks him from his thoughts, seeing a message from tadashi.
they wanted to play a game of mario kart, but needed kei to set up the switch dock.
idiots can’t do it themselves.
“speaking of them, i’ve got to head back up to my room. airheads don’t know how to connect my console to the tv in the room”
he said, slipping his phone back in his pant pocket as he stood up.
you smiled up at him and placed your drink down.
“don’t forget your drink”
you say, going to grab it for him but he stops you.
“all yours”
you pout, feeling bad he didn’t get to finish it. also, that he couldn’t spend more time with you.
“but you already drank from it”
you say, and he leans a bit closer.
“i don’t mind, as long as you don’t”
now it was your turn for you to question whether he was being flirty or just friendly.
nonetheless, you smile with a small laugh, and lean on the arm of the stool.
“ok, well, i hope to see you around again soon, then”
you eye him as he walks around your stool, seeing him glide away with long strides.
he was very tall.
“likewise, shortcake”
you hear him say, leaving your cheeks pink and chest bubbling with hope that you’d see him again.
and you did.
again and again, and again.
the next day, him and his friends were at the pool the same time you were.
you weren’t alone this time though, having two of your other friends sun bathe next to you.
you finally realized what he meant about his friends being intense, watching them play a very competitive game of volleyball in the pool.
you laughed though, watching as they jumped and splashed and tackled, while kei sat back on his chair, in army green swim trunks and white t-shirt, being entertained by them as well.
they were lucky no kids were swimming yet, they had the pool all to themselves. for now.
he was sipping the same drink he got last night when you first met, and you knew he saw you sitting by the pool too, the obvious glances he would send your way, but he hadn’t come over yet.
he was incredibly handsome, you could see just how toned of a body he had behind his white shirt, sweat now helping you see through it, how his muscles poked out from the sleeves, and his broad shoulders stood proud as he sipped his drink, or adjusted his glasses.
they must have gone to the beach this morning, you could tell how his cheeks were sunkissed, the tip of his nose a little burnt, and his blonde hair curled, drying in such a way that you knew it was from the east coast salt water.
suddenly ripped from your thoughts, the volleyball slams into the floor next to your chair, and you see one of the boys throwing themselves out from the pool to come and get it.
as he walked over, you felt cold on your chest, and looking down, some of your drink had spilled on your breasts.
“oh, jeez, not again”
“i’m so sorry! are you ok? ill get you another drink!”
you look up to see one of his friends towering next to you, holding the volleyball in his arm.
he had big brown eyes, messy orange hair, his face and chest littering with freckles and arms very toned as you blushed.
“oh, no! don’t worry about it, i’m fine, i promise!”
you see kei walk up behind his friend, towering much higher than him.
“how clumsy are you?”
he snickered to you, and you sat up to give him a teasing scowl.
“hey! it wasn’t my fault, kei!”
oh, the way you said his name.
he wanted to take you back to his room, now.
it was awful how much he’s thought about you since he met you last night, he could barely sleep.
he saw how your chest glisned from the sun, skin now soaking up your fruity drink, strawberry puree dripping down your cleavage.
he wondered how much sweeter you’d taste if he licked you clean right now.
“here”
he offered you a napkin, which you gladly took with a small laugh.
you placed your drink down and moved your bathing suit over a bit just to make sure you were cleaned enough.
“you know her?”
keis friend asked him curiously, pointing to you as you tossed the napkin onto the table next to you.
“we met when i stepped away from our game last night, she was sitting at the bar”
his face lit up as he looked back at you, now leaning comfortably in your chair again.
“oh! well i’m shoyo! it’s nice to meet you!”
he threw his hand into your face to shake it, but you just laughed and grabbed his hand roughly, giving it a tug.
“it’s nice to meet you! i’m y/n”
“what’s the holdup, moron!?”
you heard another yell, and you lean over to see a blue-eyed black-haired male yelling for shoyo.
his arms were big, shoulders surprisingly broad enough to hold them.
his features were genuinely gorgeous, and his hair had the prettiest blue tone to the black as it stuck to his wet face, his eyes complimenting it well.
having an idea, when shoyo looked over at him, you sat up and stole the ball from his grip, giving it a heavy toss towards his friend.
“i’m the holdup, mega moron!”
the ball almost smacked him in the face, but he dodged it with his hand in time as you gave him a smirk.
he leaned over the pool, moving his black hair from being glued to his forehead as he smirked back.
“you’re lucky you’re hot, or else id throw the ball right back! harder!”
later that night, you met up with kei again at the bar, ordering the same couple of drinks, and chatting for a while.
you had exchanged numbers earlier when you were at the pool, and agreed to meet again at the bar, alone.
he apologized for how rowdy they had gotten, but told him there was no need, it was rather fun getting smacked around with a volleyball once you and your friends decided to join their game.
one of your friends thought tobio was smoking, and your other stayed to chat with tadashi for much longer than you expected her to.
“so, why did you want to see me again, don’t you want to spend your vacation with the friends you came with?”
you ask him, feeling your head get a little fuzzy as you’ve had enough to drink.
“i guess i could ask you the same thing, shortcake”
you smirked bashfully at the nickname, becoming greatly fond of it.
“my friends went out to a club tonight on the boardwalk…i wasn’t really in the loud music, watching a fight break out, getting humped on by random men and possibly roofied, kinda mood”
you say with a laugh, and he chuckles a bit too.
“mine are knocked out, actually. i just can’t sleep”
kei said, and you finish your drink.
“why’s that?”
you ask, batting your eyes at him, because you knew why.
you just wanted him to say it.
“thinking about you too much. been keeping me awake”
you roll your eyes and look away, feeling your face get even warmer than it was from drinking.
“is that so?”
you ask, leaning against your palm, staring back up into his hazy honey eyes.
“i say shit how it is”
he responds, and you feel his leg brush up against yours.
“i’ve always wanted to have a cheesy vacation hookup, funny little fantasy of mine”
you admit, your hand reaching down to tap his thigh.
“really?”
he says, starting to get up from his stool.
he grabs your hand and pulls you off yours, pulling you into him.
“well, if it’s that good, maybe ill just have to take you back to japan with me”
your heart thumps against your chest as you and kei hurry to your empty room, friends still out.
he shuts the door behind you both as you text your friends not to come back for a while, just in case, and you tell kei to turn the extra lock so they still couldn’t come in if they tried.
throwing your phone somewhere onto the bed, you turn around to see the towering male already by your side, helping your rid of your clothing.
“fuck, want you s’bad right now”
you whine, and he pushes you back against the bed, your chest now bare.
he leans down, kissing along the valley between your tits and placing a hand against your back.
he was hoping to get a taste of the puree from between your tits earlier, but all he got was a blissful whiff of your designer perfume, and a mouthful of something sweeter than puree, so he wasn’t fucking complaining.
his body pushed against you, feeling his hard cock already teasing you through his basketball shorts.
his big hand came up your chest to grab your tit, the other being smothered in his mouth.
your head lolls against his hair, smelling like sand and saltwater, a little hint of some woody shampoo, and a flash of him at the pool from earlier waves in your head, so your cunt hammered.
his scent, along with the way his teeth and tongue glazed your nipple, made your body throb for more.
“kei…”
you moan, your hand slipping through his messy blonde locks, and he groans against your chest.
“mm, say it again”
he pulled you closer, nipping and sucking the outside of your tit to leave a mark.
you cry out desperately,
“kei…!”
he pulls away, and suddenly lifts you up, making you gasp in surprise.
“s’good, wanna be my little slut tonight, hm?”
he purrs in your ear as he places you down properly onto the mattress, settling himself between your legs.
“please”
your legs gently close around his torso, begging him to stay close.
his slender hands felt up your sides, and hooked onto your bottoms before he pulled them off impatiently.
once he pulled them down, your hand darted to your cunt, now feeling just how much you were drooling for him.
his hand darted up to press against yours, your wetness making such a lewd noise that even surprised kei, but he pulled your hand away to get a good look.
“s’fuckin’ pretty, shortcake”
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i wrote this wip during last summer when i ordered a drink called strawberry shortcake, and the inspiration just flooded from there. also, i just really miss summer. i love this draft, so im going to post it. i wanna make more kei content for this blog. i’ve been on my second blog way more, and i miss kei.
You, a cart girl, meet CEO of Pleasing Harry Styles at the country club you work at. He's here for a game of golf but after a brief interaction with you, he's left wanting a hell of a lot more.
Mature Content: explicit language, spit kink, praise, dirty talk, fingering & protected sex. For an 18+ audience only.
Word Count: 9.8k
DRIVE ME WILD | Part 2
DRIVE ME WILD | Part 3
* edits - h’s age (from 28 y/o to 27 y/o) *
Your hands are freezing, but given that today is exceptionally warm, you'll take all the relief you can get. You've got eight hours of pure sunshine ahead of you, so you should really make the most of your hands in ice filling up the cooler for the cart while you can.
Life as a cart girl has its peaks and valleys. You get to be outside a lot, something you love, and the members of the golf club that have become your regulars tip you well, something you love a lot more.
You need the money badly, with student loans piled high, no dream job in marketing as of yet and an apartment that's forever needing fixed, so you work here in New York at Cherry Creek Country Club nine hours a day, six days a week.
It's an easy job that pays good money, which is made better with the generous tips that you try and put away in your savings for a rainy day. You arrive at 8am, spend thirty minutes setting everything up and then you drive onto and around the course where you hang about all day serving refreshments to the players when they need it, talking and charming your way into getting that extra cash.
It's eight hours of that, then thirty minutes to pack everything away, and after that off you drive home in your own car that's on its last legs. A plume of black smoke follows you wherever you go in that damn hunk of junk, but at least that doesn't happen on the course.
You've been a cart girl since your college days that started six years ago, and you've been a graduate for two of those. You studied Business and Marketing at Syracuse, the dream job and goal to land yourself a career in this field by working for a company that's booming. There's a list of them in your mind from doing copious research for not only your studies, but from applying for internships and jobs too.
None of your applications have been successful. You're twenty-four and still here at the course and not some fancy high-rise in New York, but you're a firm believer in everything happening for a reason. You'll get where you need to be eventually when the time is right. The stars will align and all that jazz.
With the cooler full of various drinks both alcoholic and non on ice, you carry the box to your white cart parked up outside. The sun is scorching already, today destined to be fiercely hot.
You're dressed for the weather, with a white polo collared mini sundress on your torso, and your black bum bag clipped around your waist carrying enough change for the hundred dollar bills you'll likely end up with. These players don't carry anything less, but you're used to it now.
Your cart sits parked by the doors outside of the clubhouse, all players passing through there to get onto the course. There's a bar and café inside too, as well as restrooms and lockers, but most members hover in the building after their game; too keen to get started on it.
There's a few people on the course right now, however not too many given it's a Thursday morning. Most of the members will either be at work or doing some other rich guy hobby they have for the day, but you catch the sound of a couple more arrivals walking out of the clubhouse that you now walk towards.
Carrying the heavy cooler, you're too focused on looking at the ground to pay attention to who they are. If they know you and you know them, they'll call you by your name for you to look up, and they'll give you a smile. If they know you well enough, though, they'll know not to bother you. You're a klutz and it's best that you concentrate on not dropping the box full of ice and glass. You've done it more times than you'd like to admit.
With your eyes to the grey and cream gravel crunching beneath your white sneakers, it's not until the last second that you hear another set of footsteps right in front of you do you look up.
You're a few too late, though. The cooler box and your hands holding it meet a torso that bounces back harshly from the bashing, just like you do.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, sir!" You rush out as you regain your balance and look around in panic, praying your boss isn't around to see that, "I wasn't watching where I was walking and I-"
Your mouth snaps shut the moment you finish your quick glance of checking to see if your manager is lurking in any nearby surroundings, because you've been met by the prettiest smile you've ever seen. One that belongs to none other than Harry Styles.
You haven't seen his face here before, but you know it. You know him. He's the CEO of Pleasing, a cosmetics company that started up and took off to incredible highs in your last year of college.
Mr. Styles became a multi-millionaire within the first few months of him launching the business. They sell an array of products and apparel that have a chokehold on so many, and the success of that has put him in good standing with some of the titans of the beauty industry that have been in the game for years.
You'd applied for an internship at Pleasing straight out of college, wanting nothing more than to get involved with such a successful business that sold products and had a message that you adored. You never did hear back, an understandable thing in this world, but you were still a little salty about it.
That hasn't stopped you from buying a new product any time they do their quarterly launches, though...
He straightens himself up from the bump and laughs a little. Whether that reaction is from your garbled apology or the fact you've closed your mouth with invisible duct tape, you're not sure.
"No apologies necessary, love. I wasn't watching where I was going either." His voice is calm, his accent raspy and British. Your kryptonite.
Harry steps to the side and creates a path for you, his hand gentlemanly gesturing out for you to walk by with his smile just as bright and pretty as it was before, "To prevent another calamity."
You feel your skin burning up under his intense gaze, eye contact clearly something he's great at as well as being so damn good looking. You're nodding and walking by before he can clock on to the fact your face is as pink as the beanie on his head, desperate to keep some semblance of dignity in tact.
Reaching the cart, you set the cooler in its slot ready to unpack but talk yourself into turning around first, convinced that there'll be a large enough distance between you both now that Harry won't see you looking. He won't see you either because he himself won't have turned around. He's here for a game of golf.
Your theories prove wrong on both counts. Harry can see you, and he is turned around; his grin bright and eyes somehow piercing even thirty or so yards away.
He's at the tee-off with his white glove-covered hand gripping the handle of his club — something that he uses like a cane to prop himself up while he waits for his caddy, who busies themselves sorting out his bag — and he simply stares. It's not lewd or gross. It doesn't give you the ick.
It does make you fly back around fast though, any more movements from you stopped. It's like you're in Jurassic Park, and you're listening to the wise words of sexy Sam Neill telling you to stay still so the T-Rex doesn't eat you.
Not that you'd mind in this case...
You decide the best thing to do is to pretend you haven't seen him at all, that there's been no incident whatsoever. You've got a job to do and while that job probably means you'll probably see him again shortly if he wants a drink or a snack, you can put your game face on and get through it. Right?
"Excuse me, ma'am?"
Wrong.
Your body runs both hot and cold at the sound of Harry calling on you. You didn't hear footsteps, obviously too caught up in talking to yourself to listen.
You do know that there's no one else around, though. You're the only cart girl on until Alyssa comes in at 1pm, and everyone else is either on the course or in the clubhouse.
You turn around slowly, your fingers and toes are internally crossed that there is someone else around that he's asking for and you're simply oblivious to them, but as your shitty luck today would have it, there isn't. It's just you and Harry and from the way he looks at you, he's happy that that's the case.
"I'm sorry to bother you, I know you're busy setting up." He oozes charm and charisma, your body stiff from panic relaxing like you're living in an oasis of lavender and vanilla.
It's what he smells like, too; two average scents that are anything but that emanating from him, "I left my water bottle in my car. Any chance you could open up for me, please?"
You choke on the breath you didn't realise you were holding, Harry's eyes widening a little as you cough a couple of times, "Excuse me?"
"The cart." He gestures his non-glove wearing hand to the vehicle behind you, the body part large and ring-clad with prettily painted nails, "Do you mind if I buy a drink?"
Realisation dawns, your mind leaving the gutter it had slipped down into, "Oh. Of course, yeah. Right away, sir."
You turn around again fast, feeling Harry's eyes watch you as you move around to reach for the cooler. You don't have everything set up properly yet, so he'll have to make do with what you've currently got.
"Sir isn't necessary, ma'am." He speaks up, your movements paused. You face him again and find his eyes flitting up from god knows where, but they land on your own and crinkle sweetly thanks to his smile, "My name's Harry."
Your stomach swarms from not only the politeness he gives by calling you ma'am, the word sounding so much hotter with his accent, but from hearing him say his own name, too. Harry. It suits him, but he's got the kind of face where any name would. He'd make it his.
You gesture to your name badge, Harry's eyes reading the black writing against the gold background, "Ma'am isn't necessary either."
He meets your gaze again, and your own smile now appears which he seems to like. You step to the side and gesture to the cooler sitting open, your attention on it now.
"I've not got the cart ready yet, but I can promise whatever you choose will taste just as good as if it was."
"I bet." He hums, a hint of something in his tone now as he steps forward until he's right by your side, looking into the box as well, "What would a woman of your expertise recommend on a day as gorgeously warm as this?"
You glance at the bottles, all of them a bit of a blur because he pays them no mind now. You can feel Harry staring at you, patiently waiting for an answer, but you're stumped. Harry has you stunned; six years of this job flying out the window to the point where you feel like a newbie. Actually no, you feel like a damn schoolgirl with a crush.
"I'd lose the beanie and jumper for a start." You give him the side-eye and blurt out, wishing your lips were still sealed like they were before.
Harry doesn't though, not from the way he laughs loudly. The sound is rich and earthy and enough to make you join in, too. He's just got one of those laughs. It's as contagious as his smile, a smile you now can't help but give your undivided attention to.
"Don't you like them?" He faux pouts, his tone teasing.
You look at the hot pink woolly beanie on his head, finding a few chocolate curls poking beneath the rolled-up brim that look soft and sweet, before flitting your eyes to the grandad-style jumper on his lean torso; a mix of different shades of brown with rolled up sleeves and a white polo shirt worn underneath.
They're simple pieces, pieces that shouldn't really go, but they do. Harry makes them work so much so you're contemplating running out to buy the same things to wear together yourself, although you know they wouldn't look quite so good on you, nor anyone else who would try to emulate his look.
"They're alright. Not quite golfing-in-the-peak-of-summer appropriate, though." You shrug, just as surprised as Harry is by your sudden burst of confident cheekiness.
Harry clicks his tongue as he gives you a half-smile, the sight as cheeky as your shrug was, "And what would be appropriate?"
Nothing you’re thinking about.
"You're asking a cart girl for fashion advice?"
He shrugs now, his arm rising to rest on top of the cart's roof as he looks down at you through lidded eyes; his smile lazy, "Why wouldn't I when you've done such a stunning job on yourself?"
Well, this has taken a turn.
You open your mouth, but close it again, repeating this a few more times until Harry laughs lightly and you're broken out of the daze. He's still looking at you, his eyes roaming the length of your body unabashedly, and it's making you squirm.
"Weren't you thirsty?" You accuse, feeling the need to get him his drink and get him away playing his game before you do or say something that will get you in trouble.
Harry nods, his bottom lip hiding behind his front teeth released with a pop and into a smirk.
“I was. I am more than ever now." He nudges his chin towards the cooler, not severing eye contact with you an ounce, "I'll take a Corona, please."
You nod and take out a cold bottle, popping the cap with a bottle opener that's attached to the keychain on your bumbag, "It's five o'clock somewhere, right?"
"I'm feeling risky today." He winks with his grin still intact, soon fishing in the back pocket of his navy slacks for his wallet.
He pulls out a hundred dollar bill and extends it your way. You take it with a smile, unzipping your bag to grab his change.
"Keep it." You look up to find the bottle top paused at his lips, a firm but friendly look in his eye that tells you not to argue, "For the fashion advice..."
His reasoning makes you smirk, but watching Harry now take a sip makes that expression fade fast. Your focus instead hones in on the way his plush, pink lips purse around the top of the bottle, how his sharp jaw tightens as he drinks from it, the way the veins in his neck pop as he swallows down the freezing liquid, and the refreshing gasp he makes as he pulls the glass from his mouth that's back to smirking; his eyes running the length of you once more.
"...And the show."
Harry pushes off the cart with a grin, not another word spoken as he saunters back to the tee-off; leaving you without any, too. You don't think you'll ever be able to speak again. You can barely think straight.
You do know one thing, though, and it's that this day just got a lot hotter.
... LATER
Your theory proved correct. Today has been hotter than ever.
It's got nothing to do with the sun in the sky. No, the heat is all thanks to Harry that, when given the chance and close proximity, has not stopped smirkingly looking you up and down.
You both haven't spoken again since this morning, and he thankfully hasn't approached you for another beer or any drink at all. There's been a healthy distance kept between you both, respite found when you'd drive the cart off to a few holes ahead or behind him to check on the players there.
But the tension would only grow whenever you'd come close to whichever number he was at, finding him the same as you left him. Staring and smirking.
You've ended up stumped whenever you've caught him looking your way, so lost for words and in such a daze that you accidentally crushed a water bottle that you'd just opened for one of the players. Liquid spilled out and covered both you and the disgruntled man who asked for it.
Harry, at the tee of the ninth hole where you were parked up, had his driver in hand ready to take a shot. He simply snickered watching you flap over cleaning up the mess you'd made before he looked forward and took his turn. You just knew he was still grinning as he did it, though.
Your face was on fire and your apology to the water-covered man never ending. You were so embarrassed and it was all Harry's fault. If he'd just kept his eyes ahead on the game at all times rather than you trying to work, it wouldn't have happened.
Yet now as you sit in your cart at the eighteenth and final hole, you're the one looking forward, finding none other than Harry and his caddy sauntering over to take his final shot.
They talk quietly between themselves, a genuine and friendly conversation seemingly had, which is surprising to you. Most players don't give their caddies the time of day, but Harry laughs and smiles with his; eyes closed cutely with crinkles as he does, pearly whites on full display and dimples popping.
Harry still wears his beanie and jumper, the fact that it's eighty degrees not affecting him in the least, it seems. There's not an ounce of sweat to be seen. In fact, his skin is flawless and unbothered by the hot rays pounding down.
You don't know how he hasn't worked up one from the game, either. He and his caddy have walked to every hole as opposed to using a buggy, and you've watched him swing a club, too. Harry doesn't half put his all into it, especially when it comes to using his driver.
The way his muscles could somehow be seen flexing under the thick layer of his jumper as he smacked the ball as far across the green as possible, the correct posture he had and held as he looked to see the distance he managed to get it to - which was always somehow just the right amount - and the well-pleased smile on his face when he realised he'd nailed it... fuck, you were sweating just from watching him.
Harry's eyes meet yours as he climbs up the small embankment, the head of the club in his hand and his arm swinging back and forth a little. He grins and nods your way when he spots you again.
You look away as fast as possible, once more squirming from the eye contact. You need to get it the fuck together. There's no way he won't come over and say something to you once he's done; the constant looking and smiles sent your way the past few hours telling you so. It's almost your lunch break. Maybe you can drive off before he gets the chance?
His caddy now hands him his putter. You drop your head, your fingers bent as though you're inspecting your nails, and watch Harry get into position out of the corner of your eye.
He does it expertly, his hands gripping all the right places, with his feet planted firmly into the ground and his attention directly above the ball; eyes flitting between it and the final hole.
Yet as he pulls the club back, he doesn't look where he should. Harry, instead, turns his head and watches you as he swings the iron forward. He taps the ball with just the right amount of pressure; a hole-in-one scored without even looking, and a cocky smirk worn from knowing that just happened.
It's now even hotter than it was before. He's even hotter than he was before, if that's possible.
Your plan to drive off before he could make his way over is null and void now. You're frozen, and he's fast. Harry is barely handing the putter back to the caddy, nodding his chin for him to head off without him along with some muttered words spoken before he's walking over to you.
What should you say? What should you do? You just want him to go away before you say or do something stupid.
"You were right." Harry speaks up, the distance between you both no more as he stops at the cart and rests his arm on top of the roof, just like this morning, and looks down at you.
Staying still isn't gonna help you this time.
You turn your head and look up, the sun blocked out thanks to his body. Beams of it frame his figure gloriously as his smile shines down at you, instead.
"Right about what?"
"The outfit. Definitely wasn't golfing-in-the-height-of-summer appropriate."
You shrug your shoulders, your whole being relaxing thanks to that smile, "Didn't look like you were struggling."
"You were looking?" Harry throws back fast, his eyes glinting with mischief.
You give him a deadpan expression, "Fishing for validation at, what age are you?"
"Twenty-seven." He answers without missing a beat, your stomach swirling and thighs tightening from confidence in his tone. You'd forgotten what snarky comment you were going to make.
"You've done well for yourself at a relatively young age." You smirk, your body pulsing at the way Harry bites his lip to stifle a laugh.
He releases it with a pop, his eyebrow perking up and grin gleaming, "You know who I am?"
"I do. Better yet, I interviewed for an internship at Pleasing fresh out of college two years ago."
"Really?" Harry's other brow joins the first one raised, a look of complete surprise on his face now. You nod, but his head shakes slowly as he blows out a low whistle, "Someone on my team fucked up not hiring you then, didn't they?"
Your cheeks grow warm again, your thighs clenching together more than before while Harry simply grins, "What was your pitch?"
Fuck. You didn't think he'd ask you that.
"I don't wanna say."
His smirk only grows, a hand now resting on his hip as he eyes you up, "Why not?"
You’re feeling flustered and panicked. You and your big fucking mouth. Why the hell did you open it?
"Because it obviously wasn't a good one if I didn't get hired."
"Try me."
You huff a frustrated sigh, "You're not gonna let this go, are you?"
Harry shakes his head, "You don't get to be CEO of a multi-million dollar company by doing that, darling."
You weigh up your options, finding no good outcome. If you drive, you run over his foot and lose your job. If you tell him to fuck off, which you absolutely wouldn't, you'll get screamed at by your boss and lose your job. If you tell him, you'll never be able to show your face here again if he plans on making this his regular club. You'd have to quit, but at least that way you could do it on your own terms and without a potential lawsuit from breaking Harry Styles' foot. You really don't have the money for lawyers.
Going with the lesser of the three evils seems to be the only way out. It's an embarrassing end to an already embarrassing day.
"I suggested a Valentine's Day collection," your voice is quiet, but Harry hears you clearly. His eyes have widened already, his smirk still intact as he stops tapping his hip with his index finger, "and that the company name of Pleasing could and should, um- capitalise on that."
Harry's smirk shifts into a grin that is enough to give the Cheshire cat a run for its money, and he lightly laughs to himself, "So you're the one that suggested sex toys?"
"I'm the only one?!" You ask, eyes wide with horror and body cringing as you die inside from complete humiliation.
"Afraid so, love." He chuckles, running his tongue across his bottom lip that your focus hones in on, "I liked the idea. Was all for it too."
And just like that, something has shifted between you both. You don't feel embarrassed, at least not enough to want to die anymore. Not when his tone sounds piqued and a little promiscuous; the flirty energy from this morning back in full force.
You swallow hard under his intense stare, a conversation had between you both with just a look. Is he thinking what you're thinking? Is he feeling what you're feeling, too?
"It's a shame Pleasing hasn't branched out into that field." You find yourself somehow saying, the air growing hotter and thicker with each word spoken, "You'd make a killing."
"Yeah?"
You nod, with Harry's smirk coming closer towards you now as he leans down a little more. His hand is still on the roof, arm stretched straight as he looks up at you through long lashes, "Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer it if it's too personal."
You shrug, swallowing your nerves down again as curiosity floods you, "Sure. Fire away. I'm an open book."
"You've got a degree in, let me guess... Business?"
"Mhm." You clear your throat. Your mouth is dry again, no moisture left whatsoever, "And marketing."
Harry's brows rise like he's impressed, his smile showing it too, "Clever girl."
A shudder runs through you from his words before he purses his lips. Your eyes naturally fall to look at them while your mind runs to think about how they'd feel, about what they can do...
"You obviously know what you're talking about, and you had an idea if you pitched it to my company." He murmurs, your heart going hard in your chest in wonder of where he's going with this while his eyes flash dangerously from knowing where he's going with this, "So please... indulge me. What kind of toys should Pleasing look into selling?"
His question makes you internally combust. What is happening? How did we get here? On the outside you're calm, but you're screaming on the inside.
You wet you lips a little, with Harry's eyes falling to watch your tongue do so before he's back to patiently looking at you. The pale green shade of his eyes is diminishing by the second; a forest hue replacing it that tells you he's feeling as feral as you are.
"Um, vibrators?"
"You said it like it's a question when I was looking for an answer." Harry grins, his expression and response, along with what you've just said, causing you to blush hard, "Is that something you like to use, darling?"
Before you can stop myself, you're nodding. You're too caught up in him and too turned on to not.
But all that does is make Harry grin harder, his chin cockily nudging my way, "Do you prefer external or internal?"
Christ almighty.
"External." You manage to utter, an out of body experience practically happening.
"So clit stimulation?" He asks you with total confidence, no waver in his voice or squeamish nature to it. It's authoritative and absolutely arousing.
You nod again, a whimper leaving your lips that he picks up on. It makes his whole face beam upon hearing the sound, "Is that something that you need, love?"
"Yes." The one word is spoken so fast that a person would miss it if they weren't listening intently.
Harry was, though. He was ready and waiting for it.
He purses his lips again, his eyes squinting like he's contemplating something. You simply watch him with a racing heart, your breath growing fast and choppy, and your cunt now throbbing.
"I'm feeling terrible that you weren't hired at Pleasing, especially with such an incredible pitch given." Harry speaks out after a few seconds, your cheeks feeling so warm that you just know they're the same colour as his beanie, "Can I make it up to you?"
His face has inched even closer to yours now, his hand dropped from his hip and resting on the space of white leather seat by your hip. You feel dizzy. Delirious. Drunk on him.
The fact that you're at work and you're both on the golf course right now only adds to how turned on you are but the main driving force for your arousal is Harry and his charming, gorgeous, lustful ways. You need him. You need him more than you've ever needed anything or anyone before.
"Please."
Harry groans a little, the space between your mouths closing some more. His breath smells like mint, and his lips look divine while giving you an open-mouthed grin as he looks down at you; your head tilting back as though acting on instinct.
"What do you need, hm? What can I do?"
"Kiss me. Touch me." You gulp, a fire blazing in your chest, stomach and cunt that only Harry can douse, "Fuck me. Please, sir."
The 'sir’ slipped out and you feel yourself growing shy, but it's a feeling that's snuffed out fast. Harry's eyes have darkened further and he groans softly again.
His hand on the seat comes up to cradle beneath your jaw while pushing your head further back, too. He grins deviously at you, eyes bouncing between your own before they fall to your lips that are parted and panting, ready for him.
"As you wish, ma'am."
You don't have time to register the words rolling off of Harry's tongue because he's pushing it into your mouth now and teasing your own in slow, languish movements. The connection forces delicate moans from both of you that are caught by one another.
Harry withdraws his, closing both of his lips around your top one slowly. They're as soft and sweet as they look.
His thumb traces your skin as he kisses you, every action screaming expertise. Harry knows what he's doing, you can tell already, and it's enough to make you hungry for more.
Your hands fly up to grip the back of his neck, the soft cotton collar of his polo shirt brushing against your fingers as you dig them in and part your lips for more. Harry gives you his tongue again, entwining it with yours with as much need as you entwine yours with his.
The embrace is messy, with mouths moving sloppily until you're nothing but clashing teeth and heavy breaths. It's so fucking hot.
He's dominant with every move he makes, and you let him be. The way he holds your face and explores your mouth at his own leisure, and with so much desire, too... that's what gets you off.
You can't help but whimper and whine, noises that cause Harry to smirk against your lips. The feeling of his curving up as they kiss you does nothing but make you even wetter.
Harry leaves your lips alone for a second, your mouth glossy and swollen chasing after his own while he presses chaste kisses to the corner of it instead, "Get out the cart, darling. The side away from me."
You don't hesitate, shuffling along to the right-hand side like instructed until your feet meet the grass and you're standing up dizzily. You smooth down your dress and unclip your bumbag, tossing it onto the seat while you track Harry's sleek movements as he walks around the front of the cart to join you.
The eighteenth hole is at the end of the course with nothing but trees behind and to the sides. It's private, especially with the cart blocking you both. No one would know either of you were here unless they needed to play the hole and as far as you remember, the player that arrived after Harry is four or five holes behind. You have time.
Harry looks at you like you're a dessert and he's been dieting, his eyes hungrily trailing up from your feet to your face. He keeps walking until he's right in front of you, but he doesn't stop there.
His steps force you to back up until your back hits the cool metal of the cart that's been in the shade. His hands splay against it either side of your head, caging you in while he smirks down at you.
"Someone really did fuck up not hiring you. You do so well following orders." Harry hums, his voice deeper and more delicious sounding than ever before.
You can't help but whine again, your thighs squeezed together to settle the ever growing throb in your cunt. You can feel how soaked you are; insane amounts of arousal pooled in your underwear all thanks to Mr. Styles.
"Is that something you like to do, darling?" He presses, lapping at his bottom lip while you bite yours to stop yourself from moaning loudly, "Follow orders?"
"Yes." You quip quickly, your voice strained and so full of want. You know he can hear it.
He confirms it as he grins, his chin tilting down until his lips are teasingly mere millimetres from your own, "Be a good girl and take your panties off for me, then."
You don't hesitate, your fingers making fast work of slipping under your skirt and hooking around the sides of your white lace thong. You pull it down your legs, kicking the fabric out from your feet with Harry's hungry eyes on you all the while. He jerks his chin forward again, lips ghosting yours once more.
"Spread your legs, baby."
You comply quickly, but parting your legs only worsens the pulse in your cunt from the loss of pressure there. The cool air hits your hot skin, your thighs tense and damp with arousal coating your skin an almost embarrassing amount.
What has this man done to you?
Harry teases you with his lips a couple of times, moving his head as though he's going to wrap his own around your top one for another kiss, but he pulls back every time they brush until you're left whining.
"Please."
With another open-mouthed grin, his bottom lip drags against your own, "Again."
"Fuck- Harry." You're a breathless mess, desperate and close to screaming from how badly you need him, "Please, please, please."
Your pleas win him over as he smashes his mouth against yours again, your hands once more locking around his neck while his come down to grip your hips as he kisses you deeply. He pins them to the cart as his own press to your stomach; a bulge in his slacks so thick, hard and large felt against it that has you gasping.
He pulls his hips away from you, his lips separating from yours, too. You moan for more, which only makes him grin.
Harry drops his hold on one of your hips and snakes it between your parted legs, the body part disappearing under the skirt of your dress. His fingers start to make a teasing trail up the inside of your thigh, your breaths growing choppier the closer he comes to your cunt.
Upon the pads of his fingers now lazily running through your drenched folds, there's a sharp intake of breath from you at the incredible feeling and relief his tender, teasing touch gives, and a guttural groan from him.
"Fuck, you're so wet, darling." He coos, your hands gripping the collar of his shirt tighter, "Such a messy girl. Who did this to you, hm?"
Harry watches your every expression, grinning hard as he waits for you to speak as he soaks his fingers. They move up to touch your clit, the place you need touched the most.
Just before either of those things can happen, he snatches his hand away fast. The loudest, most pathetic whine from you yet is heard, which only makes Harry smirk harder than ever.
He brings his fingers between you both, the pads glistening with your arousal that he eyes up before turning his attention back to you.
"So pretty. Looks so sweet, too. Wanna taste yourself for me, darling?" You nod fast, your needy reaction making Harry grin as he jerks his chin, "Good answer from a good girl. Tongue out."
You part your lips to do as he asked, Harry teasing the tip of your tongue with a tap of his index finger before he's sliding it into your mouth along with his middle one. You close your lips around them and suck, and the taste of your juices on his skin is incredible.
"Do you taste as sweet as you look?" He asks, eyes glazed over and jaw a little slack from watching you work his digits.
You smirk around his fingers before he slides them out, "Open your mouth and you'll find out."
Harry parts his own lips now, bending his knees a little until he's eye level with you. He tips his chin in the air ready for what you're about to do, and you give him it in the form of a string of saliva leaving your lips to drop onto his waiting tongue.
It pools on the tip, the sight as hot as the action and his compliance. You don't hesitate to slam your mouth against his now, turning the tables slightly. Harry's breath hitches as you messily twirl your tongue around his own, both of them covered in the faint taste of your arousal and a mix of your salivas.
A deep moan from you is caught by his mouth upon him once more slipping his fingers to run between your drenched folds, with Harry making fast work in giving your clit the attention it so desperately needed. There's no edging now, the pads of his digits pressing down on the sensitive bud and circling slowly; your hips bucking, legs shaking and hands around his neck vice-like as you pant hard.
Your head feels so light from him working you over with his fingers on your clit and tongue in your mouth; everything so perfect and carnal. His hand on your hip still grips the area fiercely, nails biting into your skin as he picks up speed and delivers more pressure to your slick pearl.
Harry's lips leave your own to trail sloppy kisses along your cheek, down to your jaw and onto your neck; your head tilting to the left to give him all the room he wants to mark you up however he wants.
His teeth nip at the area as he slides away from your clit to your hole, teasing there with slow circles, too. You're moaning loud as he sucks at your skin, nodding in a desperate bid for more.
"Fuck. Keep going, Harry. Please."
He shows mercy, no demand for more pleas. With complete ease thanks to your wetness, Harry slides two ring-clad fingers inside your cunt, your walls stretching to allow the welcome intrusion before hugging them fiercely once you're filled to the hilt and he's knuckle deep.
Pulling his mouth from your neck, Harry's hazy eyes meet your equally hazy ones. He's standing tall again, looking down at you with a smirk that has you as wet and weak as his fingers do, and just watches as you fall apart from his digits stuffing you full.
"Need to see what pretty faces you're gonna make. I just know they're gonna be gorgeous." He coos, pulling his fingers out slowly, "You ready to make more of a mess of my fingers?"
You're nodding deliriously, your stomach swarming with butterflies. Harry grins before he's pressing a sweet kiss to your nose, his thumb coming up to press against your almost-too-sensitive clit.
"Good girl."
Your walls are quick to clench around him as he sinks them back in at an angle; the tips hitting your g-spot. He strokes the sweet spongy zone as his thumb circles your clit, the perfect amount of pressure in both spots making you see stars.
But upon Harry pausing both things to instead fuck his fingers in and out of you fast, the heel of his hand hitting your clit with every quick thrust, you stop seeing stars. You float amongst them now, your knees buckling, eyelids lulling and jaw practically snapped off.
Harry doesn't relent his pace, nor does he stop watching you. You can feel his gaze burning hot as he watches your every ecstatic expression, his looking awe-inspired and amazed. You could come just from looking at him and how determined he is to make you feel good, which he absolutely is.
Your loud and broken moans hit the hot summer air. The sound echoes faintly in the trees around us, harmonising with the wetness of your arousal around his fingers that relentlessly fuck you.
"You look so fucking pretty." He grins lazily, blown-out eyes roaming every bit of your face in complete admiration as his thumb traces soothing circles on your hip, "Am I fucking you good, baby?"
You nod and whimper, "Yes. So fucking good, Harry. The best."
"Come for me then." He drawls, eyes darkening more as he arrogantly jerks his chin your way, "Be a good girl and come for me."
True to the form of following Harry's orders so far, you do it again. The knot in your lower stomach unravels fast, your climax hitting hard as you clamp around his fingers; fingers you know you've soaked.
He doesn't slow them down, continuing to fuck them into you fast to get you through your high, the heel of his hand hitting you hardened clit every single time. You can feel your release run down your legs; legs that tremble from the orgasm that barrels through every bit of you like a freight train.
Harry watches your facial expressions, reading them like a craft to be perfected. He slows his fingers as your high fades away, bringing them to an eventual stop before moving his lips to press against yours softly.
Kissing you gently, he slowly withdraws his digits until you're whimpering into his mouth over how empty you feel, wishing they were back inside you already.
His lips also leave yours, more whines from you followed up from missing them already, too. Harry laughs through his nose, a smirk stretching his face as he brings his fingers to your mouth. He hovers the pads over the plump area while eyeing you up, asking for permission before connecting the two parts.
You give him a needy nod and with that, Harry closes the gap. He gives his undivided attention to your mouth that he smears your juices over, coating the area with your arousal like its lipgloss.
"Are we even yet?" He asks you, his tone rugged as much as it is light and playful as he pulls your bottom lip down, revealing your teeth for a second before letting it spring back into place, "Have I made it up to you?"
You roll your lips into your mouth until they're clean of your come, releasing them into a grin as you shake your head, "Getting there."
Harry grins, too; the answer he was hoping for received. You look down between your bodies, finding both of his hands on your hips now still pinned against the cart, and his cock straining against his slacks begging for some attention as well.
He catches your eyes when you look up at him through your lashes, giving you a tut as you give him a giggle, "You're trouble, aren't you?"
Shrugging nonchalantly, you slip your hands from around his neck to the sides of it until they're beneath the collar of his shirt. Every part of his outfit is still intact, beanie included.
While you'd give anything to see him naked, the mystery of what that looks like is such a turn on for you. Pair the unknown with the fact that you're both outdoors, where you work, and too desperate for each other to properly undress, that only makes this whole thing hotter. You love it.
"I asked you to fuck me, and you agreed." You throw back, your thumbs grazing along the slightly stubbled part of his neck as you give him doe-eyes and a pout, "Just wanna make sure you're a man of your word."
Harry cocks his head back, his brow raised as he runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek, "Didn't I just give you a fucking with my fingers?"
"You did." You bring your lips to the corner of his, his facial hair tickling your skin, "but I need another from the cock of Mr. Harry Styles. C-" You kiss his cheek, his breath hitching, "E-" another kiss to the other cheek, to which Harry exhales shakily, "O."
He slams his lips against yours before you can do it to him, your breath snatched and the back of your head lightly hitting the metal of the cart as his hands greedily roam every inch of your torso. Your back arches into his palms when he roughly cups and squeezes your tits before he's trailing them up to your face, gripping your chin harshly and tilting it up to deepen the kiss even more.
You can feel how hard Harry is from where his thick, pulsing cock is pressed against your stomach. It makes you wetter than you already are, with more arousal pooling upon him pulling his hips back to make hasty work on undoing his metal belt buckle and the button of his slacks.
He moans into your mouth after taking out his cock. His unconfined length nudges against you as he fishes through his pocket where a foil wrapper is soon heard; finding the condom he was looking for.
Harry separates the kiss, giving you a wink and showing you a smirk before he's looking down at the rubber in his hand. You watch his ring-clad fingers work to open the packaging, but your attention deviates further south.
With his jumper and shirt bunched up at his hips, you catch a peak of two fern tattoos inked there above two deep v-lines. The sight of both things makes you clench around nothing, your mouth filling up with saliva from thoughts of running your tongue over the art and area.
You're zoned in on his cock in no time, though, his trousers and underwear pulled down just enough to free it. His pretty pink tip leaks pre-come and rests against his toned lower stomach and the happy trail there. Prominent veins run up and down the silky length that stands thick and rock solid; his balls full, heavy-looking and begging to be in your mouth.
Harry now rolls the clear condom down onto his cock, a hiss leaving his swollen lips from the touch before he's giving you his blown out gaze again the second he's wrapped up. You give him yours, too; a newfound hunger existing in both of us.
Harry nudges his chin towards you, a half-smile worn and his dimple popping, "Turn around for me, baby."
You do so with a held breath, the anticipation and arousal killing you. You can feel Harry's eyes trail the length of you again, his focus honing in on your ass.
"Arch your back for me and lift your skirt up."
You comply again, both hands gripping and pulling the hem to show him what he wants to see; your ass and cunt. You look over your shoulder, catching him squeezing his cock with a slack jaw.
"Use your hands to show me your tight little holes."
Once more, you do as you're told, with Harry taking in a sharp breath at the sight of you displaying yourself. His eyes meet yours after taking their time to greedily gaze, a grin stretching his face.
"Fucking perfect."
There was a small gap between you both, but it's fully closed now as Harry presses himself against you. Your hands and forearms rest against the cart, your ass pushed out and heart racing as every inch of his cock can be felt brushing over your ass.
Harry situates himself to hold your skirt up with one hand that he keeps on the base of your spine, and the other to grab his cock that he lines up with your cunt. He dips his tip inside before withdrawing and sliding his silky length between your sodden folds, your breath stuttering along with his own as he does it over and over again; the torment of the tease turning you both on even more.
He presses down on the bottom of your back a little more, making you arch and push your ass out even further. You open your mouth to beg for him to stop with the taunting, but a guttural groan comes out instead upon him sinking into you entirely in one slow but sharp roll of his hips.
Your breath is knocked from your lungs as his thickness stretches you out, the mess he's caused allowing him to slide in with complete ease. Harry's own breath is choked and broken, his forehead dropping to rest between your shoulder blades once he's all way in; every inch of him feeling fucking incredible.
"Jesus fuck- God, you're so fucking wet and tight." He speaks through gritted teeth, his now free right hand reaching out to press on top of your own against the cart, "Feels so good."
You nod and whimper, you mind fogged over, "So fucking good."
His lips pucker against your back, a sweet kiss delivered before he's pulling his head away and bringing his chin to tuck itself between your neck and shoulder. You can feel his grin against your skin as he pulls out slowly, your mouth dropping into an O-shape as your brow furrows.
Harry leaves nothing but the tip in, teasing you for a few more seconds before he's slamming his hips back forward. Your centres connect harshly; the cart rattling.
He does it over and over again until tears spring from your eyes. Every withdrawal makes you whine, and every thrust shuts up any sound that could happen. They catch in your throat while he grunts and groans freely, his grin never letting up either.
His cock hits deep, your g-spot massaged perfectly with his tip, but you need more. You need it faster. Harder. Rougher.
"More." You croak out, Harry's hips in the middle of pulling out again, "Please, Harry. Give me more."
"More?" He throws back fast, "I'm giving you every inch, darling. You're gonna have to be more specific than that."
He knows what you mean, what you want, but he's a tease. He wants you to say it. He wants you to beg for it.
You'll never be above doing it. Not with him.
"Fuck me hard, sir. Give it to me fast and rough." You plead, your pussy fluttering around his cock, "Give me more."
You melt at the feeling of his lips pressing a kiss to the space of skin beneath your lobe, the area taken between his teeth nipping it lightly next, "Good girl. Much better."
And with that, he's slamming his cock back into you hard, no slow withdrawal coming after it like it did before. It's all fast. All rough. He's fucking you as mercilessly as you wanted.
Harry pulls his head away from the crook of your neck and leans back a little, taking his hand off the top of yours to grab your hip. You can feel him looking down to where his cock fucks in and out of you, his hips bruising your ass that ripples from every hit they give.
The sounds of your bodies continue to echo, your legs trembling and your whole body tingling. You feel so dizzy in the best way, an open-mouthed grin on your own lips as you toss your head back while Harry pounds into you with all he has.
"Taking me so fucking well, baby. Every fucking inch. God, you drive me wild." He drawls, sounding drunk on lust for you like you are for him, "Looks so fucking good. You're soaking me, too. Messy girl."
You know that's the truth, because you can feel it as much as you can hear it. Your arousal is slick around his length, the sounds practically pornographic. The whole situation is.
Harry kicks it up a gear when his hand on your hip snakes around to your front, the fingers he used to fuck you before now making fast work of circling your clit. You aimlessly claw at the metal while your body jolts from the feeling, your ass pushing back to meet his sharp strokes; his body's only mission being to get you to come hard again.
You're seeing stars once more, your mind swimming with pure euphoria. The second knot in your stomach is close to coming undone.
"Shit, fuck-" He pants, your walls clamping around his cock, "Hugging me so tight. 'm not gonna last."
"So don't." You moan, rocking your hips with a little bit of skill and thought to make him feel as good as you do, "Come for me, Harry. Need you to come for me, please. Give it to me."
After a few more circles to your now oversensitive clit and his cock hitting all the right places, your orgasm barrels through you. It hits so hard, your pussy practically pushing him out from the force of it.
That doesn't deter him, but spurs him on. Harry powers through it, grunting and groaning as you gush around him. You can feel your climax coating your thighs, his own approaching. You can tell by his strokes that are starting to stutter.
He sees you through your high, though, his fingers leaving your clit to grip your chin. Harry turns your head to smash his lips against yours, catching every broken moan and whimper you give him.
It's not long before you're catching every sweet and sexy noise he makes as he unravels. His hips still harshly against your ass as he spills his loads into the condom, his whole body seizing and lips against yours shifting into a smile of pure ecstasy.
You bring a hand to stretch over your head, grabbing the back of his neck as he swims with the stars like you still do. Your fingers stroke the slightly sweaty skin at the nape where his damp curls tickle; your own grin growing, too.
Harry comes down from his climax as you finish your own, lazy kisses given to each other with soft hums of exhilarated exhaustion. You can't believe that just happened. What you just did, how good it was, where you did it and who you did it with is something you'll never forget.
You separate and pull your head back, taking in Harry's freshly fucked-out face. There's a sheen of sweat over his skin now, perspiration never looking so good as he practically glows.
His lips are pinker than ever, glossy and swollen from the kisses. They're lifted at the corners thanks to his giddy smile, the expression creasing the corner of his eyes that are still shut; his long lashes that you find myself envious of fanning across the high points of his peachy cheeks. He's so fucking pretty, and you're crushing hard than ever.
"I think now's as good a time as any for you to finally give up the beanie and jumper."
Your tease has Harry's eyes fluttering open, a throaty chuckle given. His gaze dances all over your face before he's tutting, "That's no way to talk to your boss."
"I'm sorry?" Your head cocks back in shock, convinced you've misheard him.
Harry grins hard, his eyes back to green now glittering like his smile does, "If you still want an internship- no, fuck that actually. If you still want a job working for me, then you've got one."
"I- I don't know what to say."
You're reeling, well and truly speechless, but then it hits you. There's something you need to make abundantly clear first.
"Hold on a sec." You start, eyeing him up suspiciously, "Are you just giving me a job for your company because we've fucked?"
"I'm not." He states sternly but sweetly, "I meant it when I said I liked your pitch. You should've been hired there and then. That was our mistake."
"I get it if you don't want the job now because of what we just did," he furthers, expression soft and smiley, "but I'm not gonna be some creepy boss who's gonna fuck you with my eyes every chance I can get."
Your lips form a playful pout, "Damn. That's a shame."
"You are trouble, I fucking knew it." Harry grins, shaking his head as he chuckles.
A laugh leaves your own now, with Harry's eyes brightening from the sight and sound, "Better get used to it, sir. You're gonna have your hands full with me."
You can't believe this is happening. You can't believe what you're about to say next is real.
"I'll take the job."
There's no doubt in your mind about accepting it. It's your dream job and you'd be mad not to. You've had fun working here as a cart girl, but you're more than ready for this new chapter.
What an amazing way to close this current one, too. Fucking on the golf course against your cart with the hottest man you've ever laid your eyes on, who just so happens to be your new boss, is insane. It's a story you reckon few can beat.
Now that one dream has been achieved, it doesn't hurt that you've suddenly found yourself with a new one. One in the form of the gorgeous CEO who, with his cock still inside of you, looks at you like you're his, too.
"Well, in that case..." Harry hums, giving you a professional nod and a not-so-professional wink, "Welcome to Pleasing, ma'am."
(DISCLAIMER: STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT. MINORS SHOULD NOT INTERACT! NOW GO- SHOO!)
One Knock.
That's all it would take to tell the woman of his dreams how he felt.
Now Link attended this recital every night. He would stride down the steely castle corridors, an expression of duty plastered onto his face, more impenetrable than the very brick that constructed the castle.
But there was one threat that seemed to make his facade of dedication crumble to the ground.
One single, detrimental threat who could unsheathe his smile faster than he could his own sword.
And that was the princess's maid.
Every night shift, he would patrol the castle's halls, always managing to stop in front of her door.
And every night, like clockwork, he would raise his shaking balled fist and let it hover a few centimeters away from the door.
It had become sort of a game. If he listened close enough, he could hear her breaths heavy from exhaustion as she slumbered. He would count each breath, and on the third, he would knock.
Except the third would come and pass.
Then the tenth.
Then the twentieth.
All he needed to do was retract his wrist and let his knuckles gently fall forward against the warped mahogany door.
And yet he never did.
He would lower his hand, and with the swiftest turn of his heel, continue his due diligence of protecting the castle and working his assigned shift. With no other sound besides the tinkling of his armored footsteps and the soft waves of blood lapping into his heart.
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Now there was one other issue that prevented Link from telling the fair maiden of his darkest desires and feelings.
And that was that he was considered mute.
Well, not actually. He could be very vocal. The princess, of course, knew this. The fact that Link spoke to no one but her created a false sense of intimacy between the two.
But the fact of the matter was, Link took an oath of silence as a knight.
But the princess's maid, never had he met someone who could communicate with his silence. He noticed this the first day he caught sight of her, in the castle's kitchen.
There was a splash of sunlight that came in through the window, causing her h/c tresses to soak up the sun's warmth. The sound of her melodious humming drowned out by her busy wrists and the whisk she held that were scraping against a bowl.
He shouldn't have stood there and watched her like that.
But he was mesmerized.
Entranced.
From the way she bit her bottom lip while she concentrated to the few wisps of hair that fell into her eyes as she sifted flour into a dense batter. And her apron, which flowed around her like a sundress, leaving her frame shrouded in mystery.
It was a sight he would never forget, not even if he were to be submerged in the Shrine of Resurrection once again.
But the funny thing was, she knew he was watching. And yet she never inquired as to why nor did she ask that he leave. She would glance upward at him, giving him a bashful curve of her lips. Then turn away and resume working, leaving him there.
Visiting her every day in the kitchen became as routine as standing outside of her door each night. And just like every night shift, he failed to communicate the way she made him feel.
On one particular day, Link walked into the kitchen to see her eating from a plate of nothing more than scraps of starch and meager vegetables.
All the protein piled high on plates for the frontline soldiers and the princess herself.
She quickly put her plate down, choking down the nibble she was working on. She brushed her hands against her apron, quickly retrieving a platter and passing it to Link. "This is what I've made for the princess today. Please, eat. Keep your stamina up so you may protect her."
And she said it with a gracious smile. While she stood in this kitchen alone, feasting on cold, leftover dregs.
It was then that Link saw his opening.
They both shared a sole purpose.
To serve the royal hierarchy.
But tonight, Link vowed to serve something greater.
And that was his carnal desires.
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Link left the Hateno bake shop, cradling his cake like a precious satchel of rupees. He carefully flipped open the box's lid, content with the cake's heart shape and soft rose petal pink piping. He shut the lid, satisfied with his purchase, and made his way back to the castle.
It was almost time for another night shift.
But tonight, would be different.
Once the little hand of the clock pointed to midnight, he made haste for the castle's east wing.
One knock.
And this time, he had to do it. Link glanced down at the box he held in his hands, taking a deep breath. He didn't allow himself to ruminate, letting his hand fall forward and his knuckles tap on the outside of her door.
Link knew it was rude to stare, but when she opened the door, her silk night robe tied tightly around her waist, parading sharp curves that her apron usually hid, he felt a giant ball of nerves tangle in his throat.
No wonder she hid, a castaway in the kitchen behind an oversized apron.
A woman like this.
A woman who looked like she had been kissed by a great fairy and emanated such a gilded glow.
A woman who looked more scrumptious than all of the royal confectionaries she baked day in and day out.
She tilted her head, her eyes conveying a mix of timidity and intrigue. "Link?"
She backed away from her door, allowing him to enter. Link glanced around her room; the faint scent of almond oil and musk lingered in the air, and it was clearly from whatever she put on her shimmering skin.
He couldn't recall if he had spoken that day. He cleared his throat, trying to summon his voice.
"For you." He said, reticent as if he were responding to an order from the princess.
She looked taken aback, perhaps more from discovering he could in fact speak. She opened the box, her eyes wide as she marveled at the sugary perfection housed within it.
"A cake? But why?" She sauntered toward her nightstand, setting it down. She turned toward Link, "May I?"
He nodded.
Her hand dipped beneath the lid of the box, her finger swiping across the frosting. Once it was layered with a generous dollop, she let her finger rest against her outstretched tongue. The white cream dissolving against its soft pink coat.
Link shifted uncomfortably where he stood, an erection threatening to make him evacuate.
She closed her eyes, and after a moment of silence, opened them. "Vanilla buttercream. Exquisite."
She sat down on her bed, her hand caressing the empty space beside her in a motion Link knew meant she wanted him to join her.
He also knew he wanted to taste the remnants of that buttercream that glazed her tongue.
"I understand now why you are the appointed knight. You are quite observant. But I wonder, what other things do you observe?
Link walked toward her, gently taking his place next to her on the bed. She spoke again, muffling out the primal energy beginning to communicate in their stead.
"I'll tell you what I observe. I observe... that you're always watching me. Even when you don't think I notice, like when you stand outside my door every night."
His eyes shot open, alarm rising within him. The last thing he wanted was to come off as a creep.
"Why?" He whispered in shock.
She stood, allowing her robe to slide off her body and fall to the floor in a crumpled pile. The chill of the air in the room made her nipples engorge, and goosebumps decorate her flesh.
"You and I are the same. We both are vying to be free. To exist for more than just servitude. But that freedom, I think we can find it in each other."
She hovered above him, letting her breasts tantalize him as they hung tauntingly in his face. And it worked; his hands flew up, grabbing them and capturing one of them in his mouth.
She let out a soft gasp; he released her breast, lifting his head toward hers, claiming her lips and tasting the traces of dissolved sugar on her tongue. His hands continuing to work, kneading her breasts in his palms that way he had studied her kneading dough.
She pulled away, gently falling on her knees, looking up at him with that look of knowing she always possessed when it came to him. Link clumsily stood, pulling his pants down and letting them fall to his ankles.
She took her finger and traced a giant gash on his thigh. Her lips kissing it in adoration. She found then another scar.
And another.
Each scar was dotted with wet kisses, his hard cock pressed against her cheek as she did this.
And this is what drove Link wild. There was no communication beyond shameless probing into each other's eyes and the accelerated pacing of their hearts beating.
She could see his face was tight with need. But Link understood; she had to rush in all areas of her life, with him, in that intimate moment, she wanted to savor.
So, she took her time, her tongue following the outline of every battle scar that laced his legs. Until finally, her hands dug into his thighs as she began to flick the tip of her tongue against his aching hard-on.
He let out a growl, his hand nabbing one of her breasts and squeezing her nipple gently while she continued to let her tongue dance up and down each vein on his member.
The familiar wisps of her hair fell into her eyes as she concentrated on pleasing him. Every single movement her tongue made was artful and calculated.
Until finally she inhaled, suctioning his cock into her mouth. Link jutted his hips forward, beginning to piston them in and out of her warm mouth.
He whimpered.
Then he groaned.
And then, he roared.
His body having been a hostage to the battlefield, a display case of wounds and scars, he had never felt such freedom. And his voice, carefully stowed away unless spoken to, was now free to be known.
A mess of saliva and pre-cum streamed down her chin, pooling between Link's legs and dampening the bed. He couldn't withstand much more; he grabbed her hair and pulled her up, only this time he tasted the sweetness of his own essence, not buttercream, drenched in her mouth.
"Sit down." He ordered. His nails digging into her buttocks as he positioned her to sit on his lap. His cock slid from her wet entrance to her clit, causing her to let out a cry.
When he noticed the way the friction of his cock grinding against her clit made her howl, he continued to guide her up and down against it. She anchored herself, her nails gripping his shoulders as she pleasured herself against him.
He sighed, sliding his fingers into her pussy and pulling out some of her nectar for him to taste.
Much like time behind the castle walls themselves, time seemed to come to a complete stop. Sweat blanketed them both. Hushed moans once again turned into guttural cries. She began to beg for him, and Link would never deprive her of her needs. He guided her, sliding her down onto his thick girth. Shivers danced down his body as he felt her muscles clench around him.
His brain couldn't seem to comprehend any thoughts but wanting to go deeper. A voice that he recognized as his own bellowed expletives of pleasure.
Her name, he said it over and over again, as if he were praying to her. The meaning of servitude was quite lovely when it was you on the receiving end.
But this wasn't about Link; it was about this maiden who awoke so many things within him and his obsession to oblige her the way she obliged others.
"Come. I need you to." His hand cradled her cheek as he searched her eyes.
He gripped her hips, aiding her in her hedonistic indulgence of pleasure. His bicep muscles bulging as he lifted her up and down, then back and forth.
Her orgasm, the feeling of her gushing, she was right. How could something that gripped him and imprisoned him make him feel so free?
As they both finished, a tornado of leg shaking and gut clenching orgasms whipping through them, they both collapsed on the bed. Link looked over; the breaths he once listened to from outside her door now came out in satisfied huffs beside him.
One knock. That's all it took.
And yet he still couldn't resist the urge to count them.
The three of you weren’t especially close—just connected by mutual friends and a last-minute invite.
“Last-minute” explained why you ended up stuck between Colby and Sam on the way to a weekend getaway. A couple nights at a city hotel, some rooftop drinks, nothing heavy. Just a blur of group laughter and shared rides and expensive cocktails.
But you noticed it early.
The way neither of them really looked at you.
Colby, all charm and casual detachment, treated you like you were just another friend-of-a-friend. Polite smiles. The occasional nod when you said something. Sam didn’t even offer that much—quiet, brooding. Eyes on his phone more than on the room.
And yet, you couldn’t stop thinking about them. The way Colby’s fingers wrapped around his glass. The deep sound of Sam’s laugh when someone finally got him to talk.
You dressed for dinner that night with care. Nothing too obvious. Just enough leg to make someone look twice. You caught your reflection before heading out and whispered, “Try to ignore this.”
Dinner was loud. The table was big, and you were far enough from Colby and Sam to only catch pieces of conversation. It didn’t matter. You felt their energy—close, but not yours.
Until after.
Everyone split up once the check was paid. Some went to the bar. A few to the pool. You lingered by the elevators, deciding. That’s when Colby appeared behind you, voice low.
“You heading back up?”
You turned. “Yeah.”
He looked over your shoulder, and when you followed his gaze, you saw Sam leaning against the far wall, watching.
“He’s not as quiet as he pretends to be,” Colby said.
You blinked. “Is he being like that to get my attention?”
Colby gave a short smile. “That’s his way of seeing who makes the first move.”
You stepped into the elevator. He followed. So did Sam.
Back in the room, things were quiet. You kicked your shoes off and grabbed a bottle of water. The guys barely glanced your way.
Colby stretched out on the couch, phone in hand. Sam disappeared into the bathroom. You stood there, lips slightly parted, hands at your sides.
Nothing.
Fine.
You wandered out to the small balcony, the air warm and buzzing with city noise. You leaned on the rail, staring out, letting the wind kiss your thighs where your dress hit mid-leg.
Behind you, the sliding door opened. Closed.
You didn’t turn.
But you knew it was Sam. Quiet. Heavy steps.
You waited.
Then, finally: “You looked good tonight.”
The words hit harder than they should have. You were ready for him to make that move now.
You smiled, still looking out. “Took you long enough to say something.”
He stood behind you, not quite touching. His voice was closer. “I noticed you the second you walked in.”
Your breath caught, just for a second. “Didn’t seem like it.”
“I was trying not to.”
You turned your head slightly. “Why?”
“Because Colby already did.”
You finally turned to face him. “He hasn’t said a word.”
Sam’s jaw flexed. “He’s watching now.”
You looked past Sam, through the glass.
Colby was inside, sitting up, eyes locked on the two of you. Not hiding it. Not pretending.
Watching.
It happened slowly.
A step closer.
Sam’s hand grazing your waist. His eyes flicking down to your mouth.
You could’ve pulled away. You could’ve walked back in and gone to sleep like nothing was happening.
Instead, you whispered, “What do you want from me?”
Sam didn’t answer. His eyes darkened, there was something there you couldn’t read, and before you could even register what was happening, his lips were on yours—hard, urgent. The kiss was as if he had been waiting for you to ask, for you to let him in. His hands found your back, pulling you closer.
You could feel his breath against your skin, his chest rising and falling with the intensity of the moment. And you knew, without a doubt, this was only the beginning.
The kiss was slow, but the heat was building. Testing. His hands didn’t grope—they just held, firm and certain.
You felt the sliding door open again, but this time, you didn’t break apart.
Colby’s voice was calm, amused. “I thought you were gonna keep pretending.”
Sam’s lips left yours, breath warm on your skin. “I was. But she makes that impossible.”
You turned, your back against Sam now. Colby stood in the doorway, shadows cutting across his face. He looked at you like he’d just started really seeing you.
“You gonna let him have you all to himself?” he asked, standing over you, looking you up and down with a lustful glint in his eye.
Your breath hitched. “Would you just watch?”. You wanted to tease Colby, make him wait his turn.
“Maybe,” he said. “Or maybe I’d get too jealous to sit still.”
You ended up back inside, with Colby seated across the room like he was judging a performance he couldn’t look away from. He didn’t touch. Didn’t speak. Just watched as Sam laid you down.
Every moan you gave, Colby’s jaw clenched a little harder. His gaze was intense, attention on you as yours was on the man between your thighs. Your heartbeat raced.
Sam’s touch was steady and precise, each slow, deliberate movement pushing you further into pleasure. His hands moved along your body, gripping you, positioning you how he wanted, and you couldn’t help but respond, your body arching towards him as you gave in to every inch he gave. With every stroke, every deep thrust, you felt your world narrowing to the two of you, the tension between your bodies building.
You met Colby’s gaze more than once. His stare didn’t falter, and you could feel the heat of it, but Sam didn’t stop, his lips now at your neck, pressing hot kisses against your skin, urging you to keep going, to keep moving. The room seemed to close in around you, the air thick with anticipation.
When you came, your body tensed, a gasp escaping your lips as the waves of pleasure hit. You held on to Sam, your fingers digging into his skin as you let go. Sam stayed close, his breath quick as he leaned back against the headboard, chest rising and falling. You curled beside him, still catching your breath, but your gaze wandered back to Colby. He hadn’t moved. He was still sitting there, watching, his eyes never leaving you.
“You good?” you asked, voice husky.
Colby’s eyes didn’t leave yours. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”
You smirked, lips brushing Sam’s shoulder as you looked at Colby again.
“Well,” you said softly, “there’s always tomorrow.”
Summary: Waking up in a world that was not your own was problematic enough. Being the villainess was another. However, the possessive alphas might take the cake.
Disclaimer: Angsty but I ain’t Gege
Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sukuna x Alpha!Gojo x Alpha!Toji x Alpha!Nanami x Alpha!Getou
Chapter 99: Tonight
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Toji angled your head with a gentle hold of your chin. “You look so cute like this, I would draw you too if I could.” He chuckled before kissing you with the kind of sweetness that had you going crazy.
The whole thing was making you crazy.
Being surrounded by your alphas always made you feel like you were drowning in the best way possible.
You wanted more. You pressed your legs together, trying to quell the desire that burned between them.
Toji let out a low growl as your lust touched his nose first. “Can I?” he questioned while licking his lips. He looked hungry for something else, eyes jumping back and forth from your eyes and your thighs.
“Yes- please, Toji.” You crave more…and you'd be lying if you said all this teasing wasn't getting to you. Your other alphas danced around your scent glands, teasing you before backing off. They were taking this slow thing seriously, edging you on without giving you what they knew you wanted. It was starting to make you insane.
Toji had pushed you back into Gojo, who wrapped his arms around your midsection. Your other two boys helped you reposition so that your legs were over Toji’s shoulders once he lay upon his stomach. A new wave of excitement had you squirming; you were just as eager to have Toji’s lips on you, and that devious fucking tongue that had you crying.
“Ah~ she's so excited.” Gojo chuckled against your ear.
“Mm, that's so cute.” Getou moved to take your lips for his own.
You moaned within your kiss, threading your fingers into his long hair. In the beginning, you asked for slow and sweet, and now you want wild and passionate.
You don’t make the rules, that's just showbiz baby.
“I want these.” Sukuna went to snatch off your panties, but Toji stopped him.
“No- these are too cute, she has to keep them on…” Your alpha pushed the fabric to the side before placing a soft kiss upon you.
The small touch made you groan, your hips tensing, wanting more. But Toji was in no hurry… His tongue and lips were soft and agonizingly slow. It was unbelievably sexy the way he kissed and licked you with a sensual kind of passion.
The wild lustful part of you wanted him to DEVOUR you! You needed more! Your hips lift with greed, but someone held them down.
“Oh, nah ah-” Sukuna growled at you, “- you said you wanted this shit slow.”
You groan pulling from Getou’s lips, “Sukuna~ please~!”
Your sadistic fiend chuckled darkly, “Now you want it brat? You want me to rip your clothes off and fuck you into a mess?”
“Y-yes, please give me your knot alpha, both of them~.”
Sukuna needed to do just that, but his wants outweighed his needs. “We will get there, don’t worry.” He promised, but he wasn’t going to give it to you now.
He was being petty, and you knew it. Damn sensitive ass bi- “Suguru~” You cried to your next alpha, hoping to sway him.
However, he only chuckled, kissing your lips sweetly. “Hush now greedy girl.”
“Mmm~” You let out a whiny moan as you reached for Toji’s hair, ready to yank him close and ride him until the sun came up.
But Getou grabbed your hand, “Now now, don’t be spoiled.” he placed a sweet kiss on your hand. “Be a good girl and take it just like that…”
“I-i can’t-”
“Yeah… I think I like this slow stuff princess.” Sukuna purred, loving seeing the way you whimpered and whined.
Toji slid two fingers inside you… curling them gently and thrusting them in you, when he felt your flutters, he pulled back, not allowing you to embrace your orgasm.
You groaned and whined, trying to meet his fingers, but he shushed you, “Shh…It'll feel so good if you don't rush it baby. Let daddy take his time.”
Hi! I was wondering if you could write a Predator x reader?
Leads to smut (0u0")
Where he breaks into he readers house/apartment for safety, he looks around and his heat sensors pick up the readers body heat.. He notices she's mostly defenseless but searchers her for weapons.. in the process he's touching her everywhere then leaves. he comes back a few nights later to see her and then BOOM SMUTTY SMUT!
This. . . This is just amazing! Ofc, and enjoy the treat. I'm gonna use Scar boy from AvP, he's my favorite Yautja out of them all heheheh. This is also my first monster/predator smut so. . . Please do be gentle with the comments if u don't approve 🥹
A/n: the Yautjas can roughly speak human languages, I'm using this from the end scene of Predator (1987) movie. I'll give them a reason to speak as well, don't worry. There's a plot for that lol.
Mission XXXIV-XXXV
Pairing: !Yautja!Scar x !F!Shy!Reader
Summary: After making an escape from the Alien Queen, Scar manages to hide away within an empty home—not knowing who was still there and wide awake. After finding and searching the shy human to make sure that she was no threat, she was rather aroused by the strange creature's lingering touches. When he leaves, he can't get the woman out of his mind, causing the Yautja to run back to where she was just a few nights later to finish what he had unintentionally started.
Warnings: Blood and gore, death, adult language, eventual smut, gentle sex (Scar a horny mf but he's a gentle giant imo), size kink, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it folks), fluff, anonymous ending.
Part 2
Minors DNI 🔞 18 below the cut
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Many things happen for a reason, times of events line up for destruction or something wonderful. Not right now apparently, not for Scar. This was destruction, he wiped out the rampant Xenomorph younglings, now the Queen was left. She was raging with fury as she searched for the few Yautjas who were hiding and planning their ways to kill the unforgiving creature.
Scar was wounded—bleeding out the neon green substance from his left shoulder. He shouldn't have let his guard down, he could've spotted that one Xenomorph that leapt at him. At least he made it out alive, he'll make it back to his planet soon. He entered a home, it was dark but he used his mask to read the room. Everything was clear, before he saw the acidic burn on a book that fell onto the floor from the fallen bookshelf.
His guard was already on high alert, his weapon at hand as he slowly approached a broken door where he saw a tail of a Xenomorph lying lifeless. It was already dead, he scanned the room once more, this time using the heat sensor built within his mask. He caught the glowing body within the dark kitchen, the lights flickered on by her trembling hand. She seemed to stunned to even react by the giant watching her, her clothes were disheveled, a few cuts on her arms but not too much damage.
She didn't move from her place, still taking in who this was. "You're one of them. . ." She muttered before her eyes moved to the side. Scar followed her gaze and saw one of his fallen brothers dead in the corner, impaled through the chest most likely from the Xenomorph itself. His neon green blood coated his stilled chest and the ground beneath him.
". . . I didn't know. . . what to do. . . he tried to. . ." She whispered. Scar looked at the dead alien next, seeing that it's head and neck was severely wounded by one of the Yautjas weapons: A Wrist Scythe.
He looked to her and saw the weapon around her arm that she must've taken from the corpse to defend herself from the Xenomorph. "I-I'm s-so sorry. . ." She mumbled. His mandibles clicked as he lifted his hand and held out his index fingers, slowly circling his wrist—telling her to turn around. She read his silent command and turned around, dropping the Wrist Scythe she held behind her back as she rested her hands against the wall.
Scar scanned her body, reading the wounds she sustained as his large claws grazed over her smaller arms. His entire hand could wrap around her neck if he dare harmed her, but he was simply checking for any hidden weapons she may have carried. Gently letting his hands lower down from the sides of her breasts to her waist and hips, his large hands then clasped over her left thigh. The bridge between his thumb and index finger softly brushed against her sensitive nether regions.
She silently scolded herself to stop thinking about such disgusting thoughts, she didn't even know what this thing was or what was happening. Y/n was a shy person, not really out there in the dating or hookup life. But her thoughts were rather intrusive about this strange being that was touching her.
She felt her face heat up from the unintentional touch, he moved on and checked her other thigh—again, touching her nether regions. Palming around her calf before he stood back up and towered over her frame, his shadow completely swallowed her own. His large mitt held her left shoulder and turned her to face him. She followed his movement and let him scan her body.
He read her vitals and smelled something. . . Something rare for any Yautja to smell from a human, her very own arousal, her vitals showed that her heart was beating erratically, a sign of nervousness while her body heat rose significantly, her pupils widened as she looked away from him. She was healthy and stable, but aroused and nervous around him. Scar stepped back and looked at the fallen Yautja, Y/n slowly slid down the wall and sighed.
". . . Um. . . I. . . I'm Y/n. . . Not that, you'd need to know. . . or anything. . ." She said, Scar looked down at her, his dreadlocks hanging over his shoulders as he tilted his head. His mask translating her words into his own language, his understanding of the human languages and different types were vaguely known to his species. Only a rare few of Yautja elders knew the humans entire lot of languages by memory, no mask needed for translation.
Scar was learning bit by bit each day he spends on earth hunting down worthy opponents, and Bad Bloods. "You're hurt. . ." Her shying voice said, bringing Scar's attention back to her, "Your shoulder is bleeding. . . are. . . are you okay?"
Clicking his mandibles again, he grabbed the items he needed and started to clean his wound and patch it up. Y/n grunted as she stood up and wandered towards the dead Xenomorph, she watched it, lightly kicking it's leg to see if it really was dead. . . which it was.
After he finished patching his injury when he saw Y/n standing by the body. It twitched just a little bit caused her to jump back and squeak with fear, making Scar's mandibles click in a chuckling way at her reaction. She growled and kicked the body before looking at Scar who was checking outside for any sign of the Queen nearby. The coast was clear and he turned to pick up his fallen brother's body.
"W-Wait!" She gasped when he walked out of the door, he paused in his step and glanced at her as she stumbled out of her house while watching him with a tiny glimmer of appreciation. ". . . D-Do you have a name?" She asked him.
Scar didn't say or do anything as a response, he looked away and continued to walk away, leaving the girl alone.
~Three Days Later~
He couldn't stop thinking about her voice, her eyes, the shy voice and her smell. He refused to go back to her for three days, for those three days he still couldn't stop thinking about her. Her bravery to take on a Xenomorph, one that even a Yautja couldn't defeat.
His species never mated for life, they simply procreated to reproduce for their species. To grow more warriors for more hunts, their mating wasn't loving either. The females were known to be rough and quite deadly with the males, just making it out alive and injured was considered lucky after their mating.
But after that, they'd go their separate ways. Mating with others and every four hundred days, they'd all mate again for reproduction. But here was a Yautja, searching for the same female he had ran into by accident, a female who wasn't even a part of his species, no, of course, she was human. A species that was noteworthy of being their opponents to hunt and kill, perhaps even ally with.
But something. . . Something shined from this human, and it wasn't because of the thermal scan. This human, this female human of the human race killed a Xenomorph when one of his kind failed to do so. She wasn't a regular human, she was a warrior.
Scar quietly remained perched up in a tree as his scanners searched her house. The damaged parts of the house were cleaned up and repaired over the days, the light in her bedroom was the only thing on. There he saw her exit the restroom, wearing nothing but a towel around her body as she brushed through her semi-dried hair. She seemed low and lonely as she sat on her bed, not even hearing the camouflaged Predator entering her home.
~Y/n pov~
I turned and looked at my folded clothes to wear; it's been three days, whoever that creature was isn't coming back. I already know that's the truth, but it's so hard to accept. For those three days, I couldn't stop thinking about him. Those large hands, the claws, those dreadlocks and his large abs lining his abdomen. Fishnets on his legs, his large build, his tall height.
He couldn't be just six feet, he had to be close to seven at least. I felt stupid when I remembered how I touched myself last night, thinking about him in such erotic ways. I don't even know what he was or who he was, and yet there I was—finger fucking myself over him.
He didn't even answer me or anything, I don't even know if he had a name. I was more pissed off at myself as I stood to grab my clothes, I opened my shirt and sighed as I turned around. Gasping as I dropped the piece of clothing when my eyes landed on the behemoth in front of me. Him. . . It was him! He was here. . .
He was back. . . But. . . why? Shit, what is he going to do? Kill me? Finish whatever job he had to be here? He stepped forward and I couldn't move, I was either scared or really brave to face this giant. . . I highly doubt that I was brave, I was just petrified. I saw him raise his hand at me, was he going to strangle me? Break my neck? I closed my eyes and accepted my fate, maybe he'll make it quick.
But that anticipation was for nothing, I slightly gasped when his claw dragged against my cheekbone. I opened my eyes to see his fingers gentle caressing my skin with care, it really showed me how truly big he was. His hand could cover my entire face, I looked up at his metal covered mask, those dreadlocks were out of this world. Hesitance drowned my confidence as I lifted my hand towards him, slowly and steadily.
He didn't move or growl, that was a good sign. . . right?
I let the tip of my index finger brush one of his dreadlocks, he seemed to have shuddered from the contact. I moved my hand—thinking I did something to cause him discomfort, but that was debunked when his hand held my much smaller wrist. He brought it up to encircle one of his dreadlocks, it felt smooth, rubbery almost, fake to the touch. But it was real nonetheless.
"Y-You're back. . . Why did you come back?" I asked him with a stutter lining my words. I heard the familiar clicking come from behind his mask, I didn't understand what he was saying but I saw his hand lift towards the tubes connected to the side of his mask before pulling them out. A hiss of air was heard when his hand lifted the disguise.
I didn't know what to think when I saw his face, those large mandibles, sharp pointed teeth, sharp and deadly eyes. Never in my life have I seen a creature like him, this was an extraterrestrial level. Forget E.T, this guy definitely takes the cake. I lifted my hand and grazed my finger over his lower jaw mandibles, they clicked and spread open to reveal his teeth within.
I couldn't stop looking at him, but when I did I glanced at the towel I was wearing. My heart rate picked up as I argued back in forth in my head. What if this is truly the last time I ever see him? He'll be gone, what if he forgets about me? This is my only chance, I've never done this before, but this'll be one hell of a first time story for anyone to hear.
I closed my eyes and gulped before bringing my hand towards my towel, I looked back at the creature before pulling the cloth loose—feeling it fall down to my ankles and the cool air breeze across my bare breasts. I shuddered as the coolness, but kept my eyes on his. His clicking grew to a low growl, almost like a warning sign.
Did I read the signs wrong-? oh fuck! I can't even get a regular guy and here I am, not even getting a damn alien or whatever he was to—"Bee-U-Tiff-all. . ." His semi-audible voice growled out. I gasped at the wonder of his voice, it sounded like he tried to put the words together correctly, but with struggle of course. I grew a light smile as I placed my hand on his chest.
"I don't know. . . if you can understand what I'm saying but: you. . . are the most amazing thing I've ever seen walk the earth. . ." I said to him. His large calloused hand slithered up my arm and towards my neck, his thumb gently pushed my chin to look up at him. His large head tilted to the side as he used his unintelligible clicking to communicate to me.
"I don't understand what you're saying. . . But if you mean. . ." I glanced at my bed then back at him, I took his hand and led him near it before I let him go, crawling backwards on the bed and watched him, "If I'm misinterpreting whatever you're trying to say. . . Then I'm sorry. . . But if I'm right. . . Then can you. . . be gentle? I-I've never. . . did this." I mumbled awkwardly.
He seemed to have understood that rather quickly when he held my ankle and lifted it, like he was examining my skin before he rested his knee on the bed. Pulling me closer and spreading my legs, I whimpered at my exposed place. He's ten times my size, yet he's being gentle as he could be. Maybe this will feel good like my friends say.
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Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Not good! Oh fuck! I was laying on my stomach, my ass was perched up and this thing was hovering over my back while his unnatural massive cock was prodding at my unexplored entrance. His hands were locked on my waist as he rubbed himself against me, I mewled from the sensation, it was some sort of friction for me.
He was so big, I was terrified on how he'll even make it fit inside of me. I'll barely get the tip in alone! Without warning me, he turned me over on my back again and knelt on the ground. He held my thighs open before letting his forked tongue run over my clit—there I gasped as I clenched the bedsheets.
"Ah!" I moaned, it was a strange feeling, but it felt good. I heard his growling rumbling within his chest as his hands squeezed my thighs. I wanted to touch him, but I wasn't sure of what he was comfortable with so I kept my hands to myself. I felt his mandibles slightly dif into my pelvic area as his lower ones cupped the backs of my rear, his tongue then slithered inside of my glistening petals and through my cunt.
My legs started to shake when his tongue flickered over my clit as he started to tease my labia. I felt my sweat beginning to form over my chest and forehead, I started to feel the tightening string building inside of me. He fully plunged his tongue deeper inside of me and struck the cord—my back lifting off the bed as I bit my hand to not moan out loud. With trembling legs and the flash of white blurring my vision, I didn't even see or feel him turn me back over on my stomach.
But I did feel that initial sting when his cock pushed into me, I used my pillow to squeal into as he added more pressure. Slowly but surely breaking through my hymen, my tears started to sting my eyes as his hands pushed down my shoulder—making my chest lay flat on the bed as I endured it.
His cock was large, too large, it filled me up as he started to slowly thrust, each thrust made his length dig deeper inside of me. I choked on my whimper as he slammed against my cervix, "FUCK!" I screamed out. He remained still and lowly purred beside my head, not moving and letting me adjust to the sheer size of him. My knuckles turned white as I clenched the sheets, I whined when he slightly moved. He was growling while letting his hands touch my body, I felt his dreadlocks drag across my skin.
After a minute or so, he slowly pulled back and pushed forward. Filling me again, he surely reached the deepest parts of me. Mewls and gasps came from me as he continued with his slow motions, rolling his hips into me and growling, letting out snarls and purrs as he clenched my hips—his claws digging into my skin to resist the urge to go faster. I appreciated the thought, but was terrified if he did let loose on me.
"Ah, Ngh! K-keep goi-NG!" I moaned while hugging my pillow with tears. I felt my sweat beginning to coat my forehead and my back, I felt him lower down and lick the shell of my ear with his forked tongue. A whimper flowed from my lips when he picked up the pace just a bit, I could feel his balls hitting my clit just right. They were so big slapping against me; I choked on my air when he pulled me up on his chest.
He hugged my waist and started to thrust into me again, I reached towards one of his locks and brought it to my lips to kiss. He roared and started to grope my breasts while thrusting quicker, each thrust was heavy and deep. His scale like arms held me tight, his claws tracing over my nipples as his mandibles clicked right next to my ear.
My body felt like it was going to split in half from his cock, I was shocked by my moaning and my begging for more of him. I held his arm while I shut my eyes to enjoy this overriding pleasure, my orgasm was approaching as he continued to grind against me. He laid me down again and snarled—digging his nails into my flesh as he restrained himself, I bit the pillow and squealed when the ball tightening within me snapped.
My back arched as I pushed against him, moaning as I felt my desire squirt out of me. That white bliss glossed over my vision, leaving small black dots to see as he continued to grind against me. He didn't stop, his thrusting grew more intense as he clawed at the sheets to avoid harming me—I covered my ears when he roared out. Then gasping when he finished inside of me.
It felt warm, and thick—I could feel his thick desire coating the walls of my uterus and filling my cunt to the brim. His dreadlocks were dragging over my shoulders as he slowly got up from me, I winced feeling him pull out from me. I felt his cum leaking out of me. I felt so tired, drained of all my energy.
His arms gently turned me over, my eyes felt droopy, they started to close when I felt him cover me with a blanket and pick me up before his deep voice growled out, "Sc—aar."
Unaware of where he was taking me. I don't know how long I was out but I was still sleeping. Until I heard more clicking and snarls from other creatures near me.
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A/N: haven't written anything in a while so please be nice. Unedited
You'd hurried to keep up with him as he ran away from the council meeting, the intent to cause some trouble clear in his eyes. You knew you shouldn't leave him alone which is why you found yourself standing idly by, watching in equal parts awe and horror as he took his rage out.
You'd never seen him like this, so reckless and angry. You hated to admit it but a very small part of you was extremely turned on at the sight of him losing control.
After what felt like hours you had finally convinced him to head to your secret hide out, the perfect spot to lay low until the heat died down.
He was pacing back and forth, clearly still extremely upset about what had gone down.
"I am just so sick of this shit y/n. I never get to keep anything, it all always manages to slip right through my fingers."
He still had that wild look in his eyes. Sweat coating his tan skin, hair perfectly messy. He'd honestly never looked sexier.
"That's not true J and you know it," you attempt to reason with him. "Just look. I'm still here and I'm not going anywhere."
He gives you a dark chuckle, shadows dancing in his blue eyes in a way that makes him look nothing like the care-free surfer boy you were used to dealing with.
"Right. I'm sure it's just a matter of time before you leave too. Everyone always does."
He turns his back to you, leaning into the window frame and watching for any signs of trouble below. The way his shirt is clinging to his muscular back has your thoughts racing, desperate to find a way to calm him down.
An idea starts to form in the back of your mind, the image of him with the flame from the lighter dancing in his eyes flickering through your head, reminding you of the heat that had flushed through your system while you watched him take his own twisted sense of justice.
"I'm not going anywhere JJ. Let me prove it to you."
You quickly walk over to him, fishing around in his pocket before finding the lighter. You can see the questions dancing through his mind, wondering what you could possibly be up to. You hold it up between the two of you, knowing what you need to do to prove your loyalty.
"Mark me. Brand me with your ring so that everyone knows that I belong to you. That you own me. Permanently."
His pupils dilate, the black almost overtaking the blue as he scans your face for any kind of uncertainty. When he doesn't find any you watch the hunger take over. His lips are on you in an instant, tongue tracing the seam of your lips before demanding entry as he walks you back to the couch.
He quickly comes down on top of you, one hand tangling in your hair to angle your head just how he wants. His mouth leaves a blazing path down the column of your throat, nipping and sucking deep bruises into your skin. You know your panties are ruined, a few kisses from JJ and you could already feel the band tightening in your core.
"Fuck J, feels so good. I need you."
You feel him smirk against your skin, making quick work of your flimsy crop top to continue his handiwork. Each breast gets equal attention, teasing licks and kisses over your nipples before he sucks harshly, bruises forming instantly from the intense pressure. The build up has you babbling nonsense, begging him to please do something.
"Such a good girl f'me y/n," he whispers into your ear, his ringed fingers slowly climbing up the sensitive skin over the inside of your thigh. The cool metal makes you shiver, goosebumps spreading as he starts to slide down your body. Your knees part for him on instinct, hips arching up in search of the friction you desperately need.
He peels your shorts and panties off in one smooth motion, settling onto his knees between your parted legs. His broad shoulders pin you in place, not a single chance of getting away which only makes you wetter. You're unable to look away as his mouth trails up higher and higher, his warm breath tickling your aching pussy.
Without breaking eye contact he slides his signature ring off his finger, holding it with the end of his shirt before holding it in the flame from the lighter. The sight itself is enough to have you clenching around nothing, the warm colors from the flames bathing his tan skin in an orange glow.
"Eyes on me sweetheart," he commands, leaning down to lick an agonizingly slow stripe from your hole to your clit. Your body trembles at the simple touch, bolts of pleasure shooting straight to your pussy.
He wastes no time getting to work, his skilled tongue knowing just how to drive you crazy. The flattened surface of his tongue flicking over your clit has your eyes threatening to roll, legs starting to shake with how close to your release you are already.
At the exact right moment he presses the hot metal into the skin of your inner thigh. His free hand joins the mix, two fingers roughly thrusting into you. The pleasure mixed with the pain sends you right over the edge, falling apart with a scream as you watch him brand you.
The way his eyes are glued to his mark on your skin is one of the hottest things you've ever seen. His breathing is almost as ragged as yours, the tent in his shorts a tell tale sign of just how much he enjoyed marking you as his. By the feral look in his eyes you knew the night was far from over, hoping you had enough energy to show him just how devoted you are to being his.
