Chapter 62

THIS IS A SMUT CHAPTER – IF YOU DON’T LIKE READING THAT, I’LL SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE 🙂

It’s also a continuation from the last chapter!! So go read the chapter before this one first!! <3

You pushed her back onto the bed, your mouth finding hers in a kiss that was immediate, hungry, breathless. She gasped into you, her hands flying to your waist before she remembered the game was over.

Her fingers twisted in your shirt like she was anchoring herself to the only solid thing left in the room. You swung one knee over her hips, sinking down until the heat of her pressed right where you ached. A low sound – half sigh, half whimper- slipped from her throat when your weight settled.

“Y/N…” she exhaled, the name shaky, reverent, like a prayer and a warning.

You answered with your mouth. No gentle prelude – just open lips, wet tongue, the scrape of teeth she felt everywhere. She tasted like cherry lip balm and the last sip of the wine you’d stolen from the kitchen: sweet, dark, dangerous. Her hands flew to your waist, nails digging through cotton, pulling you down harder until you felt the roll of her hips answer yours.

Lipstick smeared across your mouth in reckless scarlet streaks; you could taste it, waxy and vivid, marking you as hers. You dragged the colour down her chin, her throat, painting her with proof.

She arched when you reached for the hollow above her collarbone, offering skin like it was scared. You licked once, slow and flat, then closed your teeth gently – just enough to feel her pulse jump against your tongue. The whimper that tore out of her went straight between your legs.

“Please,” she breathed, thighs tightening around yours.

You chuckled, hot against her damp skin. “You lit the match, Dani.”

“Then burn me down,” she whispered, voice cracking on the last word.

You sat back just far enough to yank your shirt over your head. Her gaze devoured the sudden exposure – sweat-slick sternum, the curve of your breasts rising with every ragged inhale. She reached, but you caught her wrists, pinned them beside her head. The stretch of her body under you – long, trembling, desperate, making your head spin.

You leaned in until your lips brushed her ear. “Keep them there.”

She nodded frantically. You let go; she stayed. You dragged your open mouth down the centre of her hoodie, teeth scraping the zipper, breath dampening the fabric until she writhed. One tug and the metal parted; the soft cotton underneath clinging to every curve. You pushed it up, exposing the tanned slope of her stomach, the delicate lace of her black bra that had been driving you crazy all night.

You traced the edge of that lace with your tongue, tasting salt and detergent and want. Her abs flexed under your mouth; you soothed the quiver with a slow, wet kiss just beneath her sternum. When you looked up, her eyes were blown wide, bottom lip caught between her teeth hard enough to leave marks.

You smiled, wicked, and dragged her bra down until her breast filled your palm – warm, heavy, nipple tightening under your thumb. You rolled it once, twice, then replaced fingers with lips, drawing her in until she cried out, back arching off the mattress. Her hands flew to your hair, fisting, tugging, anchoring you exactly where she needed.

You switched sides, slower this time, savouring the way her breath fractured. Every pull of your mouth sent a matching throb through you; you rolled your hips against her thigh without thinking, chasing friction.

She felt it – of course she did – and flipped you.

Suddenly, you were underneath, her hair a wild curtain, eyes feral. She yanked your bra straps down your arms, mouths colliding again, messier, deeper. Her knee slid between yours, pressing up until the seam of your jeans hit just right. You groaned into her mouth, hips jerking.

“Greedy,” she panted, repeating the motion – harder, slower, calculated.

You retaliated – palms sliding over the curve of her ass, dragging her down so she felt exactly how wet she’d made you. The sound she made was part growl, part sob.

Clothes turned into obstacles to be conquered. Hoodie – gone. Bra – unhooked with one flick. Your jeans – unbuttoned by desperate fingers while she kissed down the centre of your chest, tongue dipping into every ridge of muscle, teeth scraping the sensitive skin beneath your navel. When she tugged at the zipper, you lifted your hips in silent permission; denim and lace slid south together, leaving you bare and trembling.

She paused, hovering, drinking you in like she’d forgotten how to breathe. You watched her swallow, watched the moment awe flipped back to hunger. Then her mouth was on the inside of your thigh – open, deliberate, branding you with each kiss closer and closer to where you throbbed for her.

“Dani…” Your voice cracked, need raw.

She looked up, eyes dark, lips swollen. “I’ve got you, baby.”

One long, slow lick – bottom to top – like she was tasting the best thing she’d ever been allowed to touch. Your head slammed back into the pillow, fingers tangling in her hair, holding on for dear life. She learned you fast: the exact rhythm that made your thighs shake, the flick of tongue that had you gasping her name like a curse, the gentle suction that coiled heat tighter and tighter in your stomach.

When you broke, it was with her name echoing off the walls, back arched, every nerve alight. She crawled back up, kissing you so you could taste yourself on her tongue – slick, illicit, perfect.

You flipped her again before the aftershocks stopped, sliding down the bed until your shoulders wedged between her knees. Her panties – lace, soaked – joined the rest of your discarded clothes. You looked up the line of her body, met her eyes, and licked into her like she was the only thing you’d ever craved. Her heels dug into your shoulder blades; her hands clawed at sheets. You kept it slow, torturous, drawing every whimper into a crescendo until she came apart with a cry that sounded like your name stretched thin.

You crawled up, gathering her shivering body against yours, sharing breath, sharing heartbeat. Sweat cooled on both your skins; the room smelled like sex and cherry lipstick and absolute devotion.

She tucked her face into your neck, laughter breathless and wondering. “We are so doing that again.”

You kissed her temple, tasting salt and satisfaction. “Give me five minutes and a glass of water, and I’ll ruin you properly.”

She sighed, content and wrecked. “Promise?”

You traced the bruise you’d left just above her breast, already blooming purple-red. “Cross my heart and hope to die – right after I make you come so hard you forget your own name.”

She pulled you down, lips brushing yours in a slow, sloppy kiss that tasted of both of you, and when she sighed – soft, shattered, perfectly yours – the sound just lingered, melting into the hush between heartbeats until it dissolved into the dark, and everything after was just the slow drag of your breath, the tremor in her fingers, the promise neither of you needed to finish – because the room already knew what came next.

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First time writing smut, kinda nervous.

Anyways, this took me so freaking long to write. I find smut to be lowkey kinda boring to read – it’s always kinda repetitive and not really my thing. So I wanted to make a smut chapter, but write it in a way that creates an atmosphere that isn’t so boring. So I did 😉

Anyways – that’s all I’ve got for you guys in 2025. I can’t promise I’m gonna be too frequent with writing tbh – I’m currently writing my dissertation for my final year of Uni (which is a pain in my ass), but I’ll write when I can – I really do love creative writing and don’t plan to stop any time soon 😉

As per usual, if you guys have any requests, send them my WAY and I’ll write them at some point <3

HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!!!! HERE’S TO 2026 EYEKONS!!!!!! LETS MAKE IT ONE TO REMEMBER <333333