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This Percy one is part 2 to love confession HC’s, 18+ and smut

You stood there, dumbfounded at such a simple yet emotional confession. Not knowing what to say, you let out a short gasp before treading carefully.

“You…you love me? How, wha—what?” Percy stepped tentatively towards you, never wanting to scare you away. “I love you, y/n. Most ardently. And I wish to change things between us.” You felt glued to the floor, unsure of what to say next. Oh fuck it, I’m tired of waiting

Throwing caution to the wind, you ran with your feelings. “I love you, too, Percival. But love is only scratching the surface of what I’ve felt.” Feeling bolder at your assertions, Percy stepped forward to take your hands into his. “I’ve thought about you, desired you, wanted you.” Breathing deeply, Percy pulled you into him as his arms wrapped tightly around you.

As you melted into his embrace, he felt so strong and steadfast under your touch. You savored this moment before Percy’s voice broke your train of thought. “Before that life was taken from me, I was raised to be a gentleman. But every moment spent with you in this moment further erodes the restraint that I have kept up for too long.” Your heart only raced faster at his words, praying that he couldn’t feel it through your embrace. 

Slowly lifting your head, your hopeful eyes met the longing gaze of the white-haired gunslinger. “Then don’t hold back anymore, Percival.” With your permission granted, Percy leaned down to capture your lips with his. It was sweet, surprisingly soft, and wrapped every passionate feeling that Percy held for you. 

He lifted you into his arms, but never broke the kiss, as you both made way over to where his bed stood. Placing you down softly, you let your arms roam across his clothed body. You heard soft moans and gasps come from him as he lifted his head to face you. “I know I have you here...but are you sure? Certainly sure you want to...? 

You gripped the side of his face with one of your free hands, while removing the lenses from his face with the other. “Percival De Rolo the Third, you have me literally in your bed and you’re still asking? Take off these clothes, and we’ll have a different conversation....”

“As you wish.” He laughed softly at your bluntness before starting to shuck off the vest that covered him. Stripping each other bare felt like a sacred act, worshipping each other with hands and lips to admire the material forms that had such prowess. The scar that your lover bore on his chest felt so foreign under your touch, but you could feel Percy shiver under your touch. The short gasps and moans continued for a good while as your lips covered it and you palmed the growing desire between his legs.

Suddenly, you felt a hand reach down to stop your ministrations. You looked up to see the green in Percy’s eyes go dark, the desire and longing simmering underneath. “On top now...ride me.” You switched positions, with you now sinking down onto him and nimble fingers pressing into your hips and sides. You straightened your hips to adjust yourself before slowly moving back and forth. 

Falling into the rhythm of your pace, you gasped out in pleasure as you slid along his cock. Leaning down, you laced kisses along the base of his neck, face and lips as you felt two strong arms circle around you. Keeping you in place, you felt Percival thrust harder into you. You could feel yourself reaching your peak so quickly, wanting to surrender to the passion. You could hear the hoarse voice, laced with lust, whisper in your ear. “Come for me love...come on my cock.”

Readjusting yourself, you clamp down as if on instinct and quickly snap your hips in an attempt. You were grateful that none of the others were present as both of your moans echoed within Percy’s bedroom and slightly into the hallways. Spent from your passionate affections, you let Percy take you into his arms as he tucked you into his side. 

It was a quiet evening, save for the panting breaths and an “I love you, dearest” in your ear as you started to surrender to the sleep that began to claim you. 

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—༉‧₊˚. “ STAY ON THE LINE ”

featuring. Denki Kaminari — BNHA | kink. phone sex

synopsis. It was your first year of college and your first year away from your boyfriend Kaminari. You had gone abroad to study while he stayed in Japan, which meant the two of you were long distance for the time being. This only worsened his neediness, resulting in him leaving multiple dirty text and voice messages a day.

authors note. This one’s a bit short! i tried to write i bit differently than i usually do but eh..all i rlly did was change [Y/N] anyways ENJOY <3

Bzzztt! Denki's phone vibrates. He grins, picking it up eagerly. "Ooo, another message from my favorite person!" He chuckled, tapping on the screen to read the latest text from you. His smile grew wider with each word.

"Man, I miss you so much babe..."

Denki sighs, leaning back against the wall of his dorm room. His fingers quickly type out a reply, thumbs moving rapidly across the screen. "I miss you too! It's so boring here without you. When are you coming back? I can't stand being apart from you any longer!" He hits send, bouncing his leg impatiently.

Just then, another notification pops up - a voice message this time. Denki's eyes light up as he taps on it, pressing the phone to his ear. Your voice fills his senses, making his pulse quicken. "Ohh, you sound so sexy..." He murmurs, biting his lip. Once the message ends, he quickly records his own reply. "You have no idea how much I want to hear that voice moaning my name..." Denki laughed while having a mischievous glint in his eye as he sends it off.

He sets his phone down, but it doesn't take long before it buzzes again. Denki snatches it up, eagerly checking for your response. "Hehe, can't get enough of me, can you?"

"Mmm, you know just what to say to get me all worked up..." He murmurs, feeling a familiar heat pooling in his core.

Denki quickly types out a reply, his thumbs moving rapidly. "Fuck, babe. If I was there right now, I'd pin you against the wall and kiss you senseless." He pauses, biting his lip as he contemplates his next words. "Then I'd slowly trail my hands down your body, touching every inch of you..." Another message is sent, Denki's breathing growing heavier.

Denki groaned, his free hand gripping the edge of his bed. "God,…I need you here with me, right now." He leans back, shifting slightly as a familiar tightness builds in his pants. "I want to feel your hands on me, your lips against mine..." Denki's voice drops to a husky whisper. "I wanna make you moan my name..." he continued on and on in the voice message until…

BRRRIIING! Denki's phone starts ringing, your name lighting up the screen. He eagerly swipes to answer, a wide grin on his face. "Hey there, sexy~" he purrs, voice low and smooth.

"I got your messages..." Your voice is soft and a bit shy, but Denki can hear the underlying desire behind it. "They, um, really got me worked up...

Denki chuckles, leaning back on his bed. "Good. That was the plan, babe." "So tell me, what are you wearing right now?"

You hesitate for a moment before responding. "Just a tank top and panties..."

"Mmm, perfect." Denki murmurs. "I wish I could see you right now. I bet you look so damn hot." His free hand trails down his chest, fingers dipping below the waistband of his sweats.

Your breath hitches slightly. "I miss you so much, Denki..."

"I miss you too, [Y/N]." He sighs. "This long distance shit sucks. I need you here with me, naked and squirming under my touch." Denki's voice drops to a husky whisper. "I want to feel your body against mine, be inside you.”

You let out a soft whimper. "Denki...”

"Shh, it's okay babe." He soothes. "I'll take care of you. Just close your eyes and imagine it's my hands on you, my lips kissing down your neck..." Denki's own breath grows ragged as he palms himself through his sweats.

"Mmm, that's right babygirl, let me hear it..." Denki's voice drips with desire as he listens to your needy whimpers over the phone. His grip tightens as he strokes himself, picturing your flushed face and parted lips.

"I want you so bad, Denki..." Your voice is breathy and desperate. "I ache for your touch, your kisses... I need you inside me."

Denki groans, hips bucking up into his hand. "Fuck, [Y/N]... You have no idea how badly I wanna be there right now." He bites his lip, trying to hold back his own moans. "I'd pin you down and ravish you until you're a trembling, begging mess."

Your breath hitches, a soft mewl escaping your lips. "Denki, please... I'm so close..."

"That's it, baby, let go for me." Denki growled. "Come undone while you think of me filling you up."

Your cries of ecstasy echo through the phone, sending a shiver down Denki's spine. He follows soon after, vision going white as he spills into his hand with a strangled groan of your name.

For a moment, the only sound is your heavy breathing and the rapid beating of both your hearts. Denki slowly comes down from his high, a lazy grin spreading across his face.

"Damn, [Y/N]... That was incredible." He chuckles, voice still rough with arousal. "I can't wait until I can have you like that for real."

"I miss you so much, it's torture being apart like this."

Denki's expression softens, all traces of teasing vanishing. "I know, babe. I miss you too." He sighs heavily, running a hand through his messy hair. "But just hang in there a little longer, okay? Soon enough, I'll be right there with you."

He pauses, a mischievous glint returning to his eye. "And then I can have my way with you all over again." Denki adds with a wink, even though you can't see it.

Your exasperated groan makes him laugh. "You're impossible, Kaminari."

"But you love it." He retorts playfully. Denki glances at the clock, brow furrowing slightly.

"Hey, I hate to cut this short, but I gotta get going. Got an early class in the morning."

"Oh, okay." You reply, a hint of disappointment in your voice. "I'll talk to you later then?"

"Definitely." Denki assures. "I'll be thinking of you~" He coos, blowing a dramatic kiss through the phone.

"Bye, Denki." You laugh, the sound like music to his ears.

"Bye, bye pretty." Denki says softly, a warm smile on his face as he ends the call. He stares down at his phone for a moment,

"Can't wait to see you again, [Y/N]."

© yammpi3 2024. All work belongs to @yammpi3. You can repost if you want to support my blog/writing! Please don't modify, translate, or plagiarize in any way on ANY platform.

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—༉‧₊˚. “ UNDER THE OLD OAK ”

featuring. Ticci Toby — creepy pasta | kink. outdoor sex

synopsis. You met Toby while you were on your nightly jog inside the woods, despite the creepy encounter you had with him you kept coming inside the woods again and again…without fail. Toby got curious on why you didn’t switch trails after you saw him burying a body so he decided to grab the courage to test you and find out.

content warning. Outdoor sex, first time together, kissing, female reader, fingering

authors note. This was a bit..rushed….so it’s not proofread at all and I probably repeated things a lot but anyway TOBY NGH. ..very badly coordinated too like what

Toby observed you from the shadows as you ventured into the woods once again, his heart racing with a mix of curiosity and a hint of nervousness. He had never felt drawn to someone like this before, and he couldn't quite understand why you kept returning to the place where he lurked.

As you turned to face him, Toby's masked face betrayed none of the emotions swirling inside him. "H-hey there. You, uh, a-a-are back.." he stammered, trying to mask his own awkwardness with a playful tone.

You chuckled softly at his attempt at humor, a small smile playing on your lips. "I guess I just have a knack for finding trouble," you replied, your eyes meeting his behind his goggles.

Toby's heart skipped a beat at your words, the mask hiding the blush that crept onto his cheeks. "Yeah, trouble seems to find me too," he admitted, twirling his axe nervously in his hands.

There was a moment of silence between you, the tension palpable in the air. And then, without warning, Toby closed the distance between you and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle. "I, uh... I don't usually do this, but... I can't help feeling drawn to you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

*Ticci Toby hesitated for a moment, his gloved hand reaching up to slowly remove his mask and goggles, revealing his face for the first time to you. His eyes, a mix of apprehension and longing, met yours as he bared himself in more ways than one.*

You felt a surge of emotion at the sight of his exposed face, seeing the vulnerability etched in his features. Without a word, you reached out and gently touched his cheek, your fingertips tracing the scars that adorned his skin.

Toby closed his eyes at your touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips, almost as if he were savoring the moment. He leaned into your hand, seeking comfort from the gentle caress, his breath hitching slightly as he allowed himself to be vulnerable in your presence.

"You aren't..." he jerked his neck mid-sentence, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with uncertainty. "Disgusted of me?" The question hung in the air, heavy with his insecurities and fears. His eyes remained shut, as if he were afraid to see the truth reflected in your gaze.

You felt your heart ache at his words, the vulnerability in his voice striking a chord deep within you. You gently brushed your fingers through his hair, a calming gesture that was meant to reassure him.

“Toby,” you murmured softly, leaning closer so he could feel your warmth. “I could never be disgusted by you. You’re so much more than what you think you are.”

His breath caught again, and you could sense the tension in his body, a mix of hope and fear. “But... I’m not n-normal,” he said, his voice trembling as he kept his eyes shut, as if shielding himself from the truth.

You took a deep breath, choosing your words carefully. “Normal is overrated. Everyone has their struggles, their past. You paused, giving him a moment to process your words.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, revealing the glimmer of uncertainty in his eyes. Your gaze met his, and in that moment, the world around you faded, leaving just the two of you there together.

“I just... I don’t want to be a burden,” he confessed. “I don’t want to drag you down with me in this mess. Theres s-so much you don’t know and-and fuck I don’t want you to end up like the people aro-around m-me.”

You shook your head, your expression firm yet gentle. “You could never be a burden to me. I want to be here for you, I mean that is the reason I keep coming to you.”

His eyes widened, surprise flooding his features. “You really mean that?”

“Yes,” you replied, as your heart raced.

A soft smile broke through the uncertainty on his lips, and for the first time, you saw a glimpse of the boy beneath the layers of pain. You felt a rush of warmth as he leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours.

“You’re so fu-fu..fucking corny.” he huffed out.

Toby pulled back slightly, searching your eyes as if trying to read the depths of your feelings. “I... I don’t want to mess this up,” he admitted.

You smiled softly, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “You won’t. Just be yourself. That’s all I want from you.”

His breath hitched again, and you could see the conflict in his expression. But then, something shifted. The uncertainty in his eyes began to fade, replaced by a flicker of determination. He leaned in closer, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, anticipation building as the distance between the two of you began to close. His gaze dropped to your lips, and you instinctively held your breath, waiting.

“Toby,” you murmured, your voice trembling with emotion. “It’s okay.”

With that, he closed the gap, capturing your lips with his in a careful but passionate kiss. It was soft at first, almost hesitant, as if he were afraid to break the moment. But as you responded, deepening the kiss, he seemed to relax, pouring all of his pent-up emotions into that single connection.

You melted against him, your hands tangling in his hair, feeling the warmth radiate from his body. The kiss was a blend of longing and relief. It was everything you both had been holding back, a release of the fears that had kept you apart before.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and wide-eyed, you searched his face for any sign of regret. But all you found was a joyful expression on his face .

“Wow,” he breathed, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks. “I didn’t expect it to be like that.”

“Neither did I,” you admitted, a shy smile breaking through. “But I’m glad it happened.”

Toby’s eyes sparkled with something new—an emotion that felt like hope. “Me too,” he said softly, leaning in to press another gentle kiss to your forehead.

His expression shifted slightly, a hint of hesitation creeping in as he shifted his weight. “Can I… um, ask y-you something?”

“Of course, Toby. You can ask me anything,” you replied, your voice steady.

He took a deep breath, his eyes flickering to the ground for a moment before meeting your face again. “Do you think… we could, like, do more?”

You visibly paused at his question, a wave of excitement washing over you. You could sense the vulnerability in his words, and you appreciated his honesty. “You mean, like, more than just kissing?” you asked softly, giving him the space to express his feelings.

“Yeah,” he replied, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks. “I just… I want to be closer to you. I don’t want to rush anything but- god..if im being honest- i- i-..” He looked down at the tent that started to make itself prominent inside his jeans.

You felt a flutter in your chest at his admission. “Oh. are you sure? I mean here? in the woods??”

He nodded, his eyes searching yours for reassurance. “I am… I really am. Are you?”

You reached out, taking his hand in yours, squeezing it gently.

His expression brightened, a mixture of relief and excitement washing over his features. “So… we can?”

“Absolutely,” you replied, your heart soaring at the thought. “Whenever you’re ready.”

With that, the tension shifted.

Toby took a step closer, his gaze intense and filled of excitement and longing.

“Can I…?” he began, and before you could respond, he gently but firmly took your hand, guiding you toward a nearby tree. The bark was rough against your back as he pressed you against it, his body close to yours.

You felt your breath hitch as he leaned in, his face just inches from yours. “I don’t think ill be very good.” he murmured, his voice low and filled with a raw intensity.

His hands found your waist, fingers brushing against your sides, igniting warmth wherever they touched. You could see the look of uncertainty in his eyes, but it was overshadowed by a deep-seated desire. “Is this okay?” he asked, a hint of vulnerability still lacing his tone.

You nodded, your breath coming out in soft gasps. “Yes, it’s more than okay.”

A smile broke through his uncertainty, and he leaned in, capturing your lips in a fervent kiss. This one was different—filled with urgency and passion, as if he was trying to convey everything he felt in that moment. You responded eagerly, your fingers tangling in his hair once again.

With each kiss, he pressed you further against the tree, deepening the connection between you. You could feel his hard on press up against your inner thigh and it sent a thrill through your body.

As he pulled away for a moment, his forehead resting against yours once more, you could see the fire in his eyes. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he confessed, his breath warm against your skin. “You make me feel alive.”

Your heart soared at his words, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing him closer again. “Who’s corny now?”

As his hands trailed down your back, he gently lifted the edge of your shirt, his touch sending shivers down your spine. With a gentle tug, he pulled the fabric over your head, revealing the delicate lace of your bra underneath. His eyes locked with yours.

Feeling a surge of confidence, you gently guide his hands to the clasp of your bra, encouraging him to unhook it. His fingers fumble slightly in his eagerness, but with a soft click, the bra falls away, leaving you exposed to his hungry gaze. A soft gasp escapes your lips as his eyes roam over your bared skin.

He leaned in for another kiss. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a fiery trail of kisses in their wake, you felt a wave of desire wash over you again. The woods around you were filled with the sound of heavy breathing

As his lips stopped their journey down your body, you reciprocated his actions by trailing kisses along his jawline and down his clothed chest. His breath hitched at your touch, a low groan escaping his lips as your lips were pressing against him.

“Are you going to take off your clothes too?” you questioned, a teasing smile on your lips, but he shook his head, in response.

“Would unbuckling your pants be okay?” you asked, your voice low and filled with hesitation, as if you were giving himthe control in this moment.

His heart raced at your question, excitement and nerves swirling within him. “I-Its more than than okay…” he replied softly

Your expression shifted to one of determination, he took a deep breath, as your hands gently found the waistband of his pants. With careful movements, you began to unbuckle them, your fingers brushing against his skin, sending a thrill through him.

As you worked, you could see the focus in his eyes. It felt intimate, vulnerable, and exhilarating all at once. “Do you want my jacket to keep you warm? You’re completely b-bare.”

You nodded, your pulse quickening as he slowly lowered your pants. “And whose fault is that?” you whispered, feeling more exposed than ever but also incredibly safe in his presence—ironically.

His eyes softened, and he smiled, “Mine. Now c’mon, take the jacket,” he replied, wrapping his jacket around you, the fabric comforting against your skin.

You slipped your arms into the sleeves, feeling the warmth envelop you. “It’s a little big,” you teased, adjusting the jacket, which hung loosely around your frame.

Toby chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on you. “You look go-good in it…” His voice trailed off, admiration shining in his eyes.

Without warning, his hands found your waist again. “Hold on,” he said, an impish smile playing on his lips. Before you could fully process what he meant, he lifted you effortlessly off the ground.

Your heart raced as you instinctively wrapped your legs around him, clinging to him as you leaned back against the sturdy bark of the tree.

“Wow, you’re stronger than you look,” you laughed, your cheeks flushing.

Toby grinned, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “I’ve got my moments,” he replied, his breath against your neck. As he adjusted his grip, you felt secure in his arms.

“Just don’t drop me,” you teased, your heart racing not just from the thrill of being lifted but from the closeness you shared with him.

“Never,” he promised, his voice low and sincere. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both playful and passionate.

As you melted against him, you felt the rough texture of the tree bark at your back and the softness of his jacket enveloping you. It was a perfect blend of comfort and excitement, and you knew this moment would be etched in your memory forever.

Toby pulled away just enough to look into your eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.

You nodded, your heart swelling with affection. “I’m more than okay. This is amazing.”

His smile returned, brighter than ever. “Good. Because I want to make it unforgettable.”

As Toby's lips met yours once more in a passionate kiss, his hands trailed down your body, stopping at the waistband of your underwear. With a deft movement, he gently slid the fabric to the side, revealing your most intimate desires to him.

“You’re so wet f-for me..”

Toby's words sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine, his voice husky with desire. The intimacy of his observation only fueled you.

In a breathless whisper, you responded to Toby, your voice filled with desire and need. "Only for you," you confessed, your words carrying the weight of your longing. The intensity in his eyes grew, reflecting the raw desire that mirrored your own.

His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he was afraid to break you.

"You're trembling," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Are you scared or excited?"

His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, tracing the curve of your mouth.face. In the dim moon light that shined between the leaves of the trees outside, Toby's features were cast in shadows, accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity of his gaze.

"I won't hurt you," he promised, his words tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "Unless you want me to that is.”

Toby's fingers lowered again and teased your entrance, circling and stroking, before slowly pushing inside. You gasped at the intrusion, your body instinctively clenching around his digits. He groaned at the sensation, his own arousal evident in the way his hips pressed against yours.

As Toby began to move his fingers in and out, you couldn't help but arch your back, pushing yourself further into his touch. He responded by curling his fingers, searching for that special spot that would make you see stars. When he finally found it, you cried out in ecstasy, your legs trembling with the force of your pleasure.

Toby continued to work you over, his fingers moving with expert precision, driving you higher and higher. Your moans and whimpers filled the area around the woods the two of you were in, mingling with the sound of your ragged breathing. The intensity of your climax built with each passing moment, until finally, it crashed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you gasping for air and shaking with the aftershocks.

As you came down from your high, Toby withdrew his fingers from inside you, bringing them to his lips, sucking them clean. The sight of him tasting your essence sent another wave of desire coursing through your veins, and you knew that this was just the beginning of a night filled with passion and pleasure.

© yammpi3 2024. All work belongs to @yammpi3. You can repost if you want to support my blog/writing! Please don't modify, translate, or plagiarize in any way on ANY platform.

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—༉‧₊˚. “ ALL IN ” m.list

featuring. Aventurine — Honkai Star Rail | kink. makeup sex

synopsis. Aventurine used to be your partner in crime until he left you abruptly when a gamble went wrong, which he took all the money for, leaving you with nothing except hatred for the man. He makes up for it later on, but not with the money he owed you.

content warning. Smut, kissing, p-to-v, semi-dominant reader, submissive male lead, make-up sex, sarcastic banter, and more!..

The noise of the casino was a dull roar in your ears as you nursed a whiskey at the bar. It had been over a year since you last set foot in this place—not since that night when a careless wager ended with you being hunted and on the run.

You could feel his presence before you saw him—that arrogant aura demanding everyone's attention. Sure enough, through the crowd swaggered the man you'd hoped to never cross paths with again. Aventurine.

His violet eyes lit up in faux surprise upon finding me. "My lucky charm returns!" he exclaimed, sliding onto the stool next to yours. You grimaced. "Don't."

But Aventurine was undeterred. "Still angry, I see. Can't we put the past behind us?"

You glared sideways at him. "Do you even recall the past you're referring to? The months I spent fearing for my life because of stupidity?"

For once, a sliver of uncertainty entered his charming smirk. "It was just business, nothing personal."

Heat rose in your cheeks. In a swift motion, you grabbed his collar, yanking him nose-to-nose with you. "Just business?" you growled. "You left me for dead, leaving me to pay off a debt that wasn't mine to begin with."

Aventurine's smile is long gone now. And you took some satisfaction in seeing the unease grow in his eyes.

“You’ve grown awfully feisty,” he said, and at that moment, the noise of the casino faded into background noise as the both of you stared at each other. Aventurine's eyes roamed your face, lingering in a way that set your nerve endings alight.

You knew you should walk away; this man had caused you nothing but trouble. And yet, part of you yearned to make him understand and truly feel the pain he had inflicted so carelessly onto you.

"You're right; I've changed," you said quietly. "I'm not the naive fool who trusted you before. Now I see you for what you are.”

 Aventurine winced, the barb finding its mark. "And what am I, pray tell?"

"A selfish, reckless coward who plays with people's lives for the thrill without care for the fallout."

 He sighed, raking a hand through his golden hair. For the briefest moment, regret flashed in his amethyst gaze.

"What do you want from me?”

The open vulnerability in his question caught you off guard. Was this supposed to be an olive branch or a trap? You leaned in slowly, scanning his face for deceit.

 “An apology. I want an apology.” you repeated.

Aventurine's throat bobbed as he seemed to grasp for words. You could see the pride warring within him—he who so rarely answered to anyone. Maybe this time he realized, how his reckless actions had pushed things over the line.

"I..." He began softly, then trailed off into tense silence once more. The urge to wipe that contrite look from his face and replace it was strong. Old habits die hard.

You raised a brow, waiting expectantly for what you were owed. Aventurine sighed again, steeling himself as his eyes met with yours steadily.

"You were right to call me out. I caused you harm without thought of consequence." His voice was low, but it carried an undercurrent of raw sincerity. "For that, I'm sorry."

You searched his face for any hint of dishonesty but found only openness laid bare. Maybe this was the closest thing to regret you would ever see from him.

A heavy silence fell as his apology hung in the air. Aventurine gazed at you, with uncertainty in his eyes.

"Your apology is a start," you said at last. "But words alone won't undo the past."

Aventurine furrowed his brows, pride flickering anew at the insinuation that he was not yet redeemed. "Then what would?"

Slowly, an idea took form—one that might offer the both of you a kind of closure. You inched closer, matching his earlier brazen invasion of your personal space. Lowering your voice, you replied.

"Prove to me your regret is sincere. Prove you've learned self control."

Your gaze traced his lips and his throat, lingering in a way that made the meaning abundantly clear to him.

"Here? Now?" He whined

You tilted your head, a half-smile on your face. Unless you fear you can't prove yourself, gambler. Are the stakes too high this time?"

 Aventurine's responding smirk held a razor's edge. "Never, jewel. Name your game."

The dice were cast and your next play had begun. The both of you being all in.

Without another word, Aventurine took your hand and led you through the casino crowd, his usual swagger returning. The both of you navigated the flashing lights and clattering machines until reaching the elevators.

Once the doors closed, all pretense of space between the two of you had vanished. Aventurine pinned you against the mirrored wall of the elevator, capturing your lips in a deep longing kiss that stole your breath away. You moaned, threading your fingers through his golden locks to drag him impossibly closer.

Too soon, a cheerful ding announced you had arrived to your destined floor. Aventurine took your hand again and hurried you down the plush corridor, only pausing to scan the keycard at the door of the luxurious suite.

The lock clicked open, and the two of you tumbled inside in a tangled mess of limbs, mouths still fused together. You kicked the door shut and let Aventurine lift you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to the hotel bed.

Gently, he laid you out amidst the silken sheets, hovering over you with hooded eyes that promised pleasure beyond reckoning.

"Now then," he purred. Aventurine's skilled fingers made quick work of the buttons on your shirt, brushing his fingers across your skin that raised goosebumps in their wake. You sat up to slide the fabric off and return the favor, letting your hands linger across his toned abdomen, feeling each hitch of breath under your caress.

Your lips met once again as the both of you rid each other of your clothes. Aventurine leaned back to admire his handiwork, violet eyes alight with hunger.

"Exquisite, as I remember," he murmured, tracing nonsensical patterns on your thighs and then drawing them further apart. His touch traveled upwards to the apex, that's now fully bare for him.

Two could play in torment. You rolled deftly so that you could straddle his hips, you glanced down at his need that pressed hot and rigidly against you.

Aventurine's eyes sparked with sudden intrigue, taken aback by your boldness in wrestling back control. You smiled coyly, relishing the chance to toy with him as he had done to you for so long.

Slowly, teasingly, you positioned yourself above his length, feeling him pulsing with urgency against you. But you remained still, drinking in his growing frustration with barely contained delight.

"Impatient as ever, I see," you said softly into his ear. "Maybe now you'll understand the torture of wanting and not having."

Aventurine groaned, his hands settling firmly on your hips in a silent plea. Ever the gambler, refusing to fold so easily. "Then proceed, my darling jewel. Let's see if you can best me”

His challenge spurred you on. Bracing your hands against his muscled abdomen, you gradually lowered onto his velvet length with a drawn-out moan. Aven's eyes rolled back ecstatically, though he continued biting back his release through sheer will alone.

You set a maddeningly slow pace, grinding your hips each time you were fully joined with him.

Aven' writhed, at each grind of your hips drawing sounds of pleasure and desperation from his throat. His hands clenched bruisingly against your waist as you continued the sweet torture, denying him release.

"Please..." he whimpered, the sound foreign on his usually cocky tongue. You smiled, leaning down to nibble along his jawline.

"Please what?” you breathed in his ear. "I want to hear you say it."

Aven growled in frustration and pride, battling his body's demands. You rolled your hips firmly, rubbing against that spongy spot within that sent jolts of desire piercing through him. His resolve shattered.

"Please, let me come," he gasped, clinging to you desperately. "I need you...I need to feel you fall with me."

Hearing the great Aventurine begging so prettily tore away your last shred of self-control. You quickened your pace, swirling your hips with abandon as he cried out beneath you.

"That's it; let go for me," you rasped, your own end crashing towards you in tempting waves. Two more rolls of your hips, and Aventurine threw his head back with a guttural groan, clenching impossibly tight around you as he found his peak.

The feeling of him pulsing inside dragged you relentlessly over the edge. You threw your arms around his neck to muffle your shouts of ecstasy against his skin. Wave after wave of bliss crashed through you, as Aventurine's hands splayed on your back as if trying to meld both your souls as one.

As the last waves of euphoria washed over the two of you Aventurine’s hands gently traced soothing patterns up and down your back. You lay breathless against his chest, savoring the peaceful afterglow.

Aventurine pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. “Let's do it one more time.” “I believe I haven't redeemed myself just yet..”

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