Mira woke up with Deimos in her bed. She squinted at his peaceful, sleeping face, admiring his soft features. Why wasn't he this cute awake? His pink parted lips, his long raven eyelashes, his un-furrowed eyebrows, his plump cheeks. He also smelled like cinnamon and laundry.

Rolling out of his embrace, she quietly fell onto the floor and got up dizzily. Last night came back in bits and pieces that lead Mira to this point. They came back from their first summer blockbuster movie of the year, played Mario Kart for at least three hours, Annie came home drunk with her boyfriend, they played some games a little tipsy, and Deimos crashed in her bed.

Oh god, her roommates are never going to forget about this.

“Deimos and you finally tied the knot?” Dani instantly said as Mira walked out of her bedroom. Mira jumped and clutched at her heart, rolling her eyes at her.

“Jesus Christ, Dani,” she hissed. “No, we didn’t.”

“Hard to believe with Deimos’ pants on the floor,” she replied, pointing at them.

“Dude, sleeping in jeans is a pain,” Mira rebutted, hastily closing her door and shoving her away.

Sitting on the couch was Annie and her boyfriend, Daniel.

“Good morning sunshine!” Annie sang.

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Mira shook her head.

“Morning, Mira!” Daniel sang along. Sophie and Raven were snickering in the kitchen and Renee popped out of her room to whoop at her. Mira snapped at her to be quiet since Deimos was still sleeping.

“I hate all of you,” she narrowed her eyes as she ventured into the kitchen.

“Did you bang?” Sophie giggled.

“No,” she barked. “Do you truly think I’d bang Deimos when all of you guys are home!?”

“You’ve done it before,” Raven pointed out.

“Fucking hell, that was one time.” Mira jabbed a finger at her. Raven smiled and smacked it away.

“Last night was a hot mess,” Sophie laughed. “Do you remember any of it?”

“I remember all of it, you ass,” Mira whined.

“Then you must have remembered when Deimos cradled you like a baby and kissed the shit out of you,” she reported back teasingly.

Mira paused and looked at her in shock.

“Did that actually happen?” She said quickly.

Raven and Sophie exchanged amused looks and burst out laughing.

“We’re fucking with you,” she sniggered.

“You fucking apes,” Mira growled and aimed for their legs. Sophie and Raven ran away and hopped onto the couch with Daniel and Annie. All four of them giggled and gossiped like teenagers as Mira angrily made herself a breakfast sandwich and coffee.

“You wanna make bets to see how long they’ll actually get together?”

“How do we know they’re not already together?”

“Mira did leave for three weeks, there’s gotta be development there.”

“I’m going to throw a pot and/or pan at you,” Mira called over at them. She heard a chorus of giggles and they quieted down.

While Mira cut up some cheese for her meal, sudden hands and arms came out of nowhere and wrapped around her waist. Deimos sighed, his hot breath tickling her as he rested and nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. He was warm. For a long moment, he just hugged her and said nothing, breathing periodically and reminding Mira herself to take a breath.

“Morning,” he grumbled, his voice raspy and low.

Mira patted his arm, realizing he was just wearing boxers. Usually, that wouldn’t frighten her, but the fact that there were four other pairs of judging eyes watching Deimos embrace her so gently from the living room made her blood run cold and face run hot.

“Good morning,” Mira replied evenly.

“What are you making?”

“Breakfast sandwich, want one?”

He grumbled a response. That was a yes.

“Hot chocolate or tea?”

“Hot chocolate.”

“Ok,” she laughed. “Deimos, you gotta let go of me or else I can’t make breakfast.”

Lazily, he lifted his head and unwrapped his arms around her. However, instead of just walking off, he bent down and kissed her cheek, then walked off back into the bedroom to presumably sleep again. After the door closed behind him, everyone on the couch screamed back to life.

“What the FUCK was that?!” Annie shrilled.

Mira immediately raced at them with her oily spatula and hushed them. “Deimos is still sleeping!”

“What the FUCK was that?!” Annie shrilled, softer and quieter.

“He just did the Ultimate Domestic Back Hug! Something only couples do!” Sophie hissed.

“Screw the hug, he kissed you!” Dani cried out.

“You guys are middle schoolers!” Mira snapped, embarrassed and red. “Shut up!”

“Mira, I endorse this relationship, let it blossom,” Daniel blessed her.

She whined into her hands.

“Guys, we gotta leave her, she needs to make breakfast for her honey,” Raven teased. Mira glared at her.

“I will, but only because the eggs are going to burn,” she hissed and hotly turned away.

“‘The eggs will burn,’ she says,” Dani snickered behind her.

Mira in Deimos’ dreams smiles at him. She laughs and holds his hand a lot.

Deimos in his dreams can smile and laugh with her. He can hug and kiss her. He isn’t afraid to show off his affection for her. Mira takes him, she accepts him.

She devours him whole.

Mira in Deimos’ dreams pins him against his wall. Her hands slide across his stomach, inching their way slowly to his chest where she teases and plays with his nipples. She still has that loving smile on her face as she kisses up his chest and licks playfully at his nipples. She giggles as Deimos moans out her name, fueled by his whiny pleas for more. Mira in Deimos’ dreams listens to him and worships his body in ways he’s never experienced. She bites him, she licks him, she tastes him. Her pink tongue was a serpent that poisoned and drugged him, leaving him intoxicated and sopping wet.

Deimos in his dreams wears his lingerie that Mira adores. Not only his top pieces but his panties, garters or girdles, with thigh high socks. His clothes always stay on, but that doesn’t stop Mira from pleasuring him as her lips and tongue gladly glide and suck across the silky lace fabric.

Mira in Deimos’ dreams also wears lingerie. Sometimes she’s in his favourite babydoll, other times she’s wearing boyshorts, a sports bra- something masculine. Dominant. He can see her nipples through the fabric, hard and perked like his, but every time he tries to take off her top, she snickers and pushes him back against the wall. She distracts him with her bruising touches and delectable lips.

On good nights, Mira’s hands will slide lower than expected. On good nights, she’ll slip her hands into his panties. Her fingers will feel and squeeze his ass, loving the heft of him, groaning out how sexy he was. Then, Deimos will kiss her and guide her fingers to his wet entrance, and Mira will fuck him messily against the wall with her fingers.

“S-Shit!” Deimos gasped. He tried to think of how Mira’s fingers felt teasing his puckering hole.

Mira in Deimos’ dreams dominated him.

Deimos in his dreams was Mira’s toy.

“Aah, f-fu-uck,” Deimos whined again. He was getting close. Hot red, blaring pleasure bubbled up from his stomach. It infected his whole being, from the tips of his toes to the back of his neck. He couldn’t hold in his desperate hungry moans that dripped from his mouth. He couldn’t keep the set pace he made for the past half an hour. He was reaching his limit and he body begged for more. Roughly, he fucked into his hand harder, listening to his bed creak as he did so. Hungrily, he fucked his fingers deeper and deeper into his dripping hole, his eyes rolling back as he found his favourite spot.

“H-Holy s-” He hiccupped a gasp and stopped abruptly. His body screamed in protest, body jolting and trembling as he rolled onto his back and hastily grabbed the pink toy on his bedside table. Licking it hurriedly, he resumed fucking into his hand and quickly doubled the pressure with the introduction of his small little vibrator. It slipped into him easily, and he desperately fucked himself with renewed vigor with a longer toy that did twice as well as his fingers.

He bounced on top of it, biting his lip hard to stop himself from screaming, sweat dripping down his chin and tears in his eyes. He couldn’t stop now, every animalistic instinct fuelled his needs.

“M-Mira!” He cried out.

He wanted her. He wanted her lips on his nipples and fingers inside of him. His chest felt cold, even with his black bralette on, and rolled over again onto his stomach to rub his perked nipples against his sheets. Pleasure hit him from every side, his cock, his ass and his nipples, and soon after, he lost himself. Roughly, he pushed the toy deep inside of him and cranked it to the highest setting right on his prostate. He vigorously fucked his hand and scrubbed the tip. He rubbed his swollen nipples against the rough fabric of his bralette.

Deimos broke and ejaculated all over his hand. His body convulsed and a foreign noise escaped his lips. For a moment, he couldn’t see. His body and mind had reached an ultimate high and Deimos saw stars and Mira. Then he crashed down, his body shaking and ejaculating again, thighs weak and trembling, arms weak and trembling.

Deimos gasped and gasped hard into his pillow, feeling like he had just run a marathon. There was a throbbing in his head, in his cock, in his ass, in his body, that didn’t subside. His body throbbed for more when he got up and stripped his bed. His body throbbed for more when he took a shower. His body throbbed for more when he wiped himself dry with the towel. His cock throbbed for more when he looked at himself in the mirror, looking at his erotic, swollen nipples. The same nipples that Mira licked and sucked. The same chest she left bruising hickeys on.

Deimos couldn’t stop himself. Shakily, he walked over to his closet and through the thick of his leather jackets, shirts and jeans found two chests. One was larger than the other. The smaller one had a lock. Slowly, he opened the large chest and pulled out his matching white bralette and lace white panties. Then, he unlocked his smaller chest and was presented with the toys he’s accumulated throughout the years. He grabbed his prostate vibrator and two wireless pill vibrators.

Calmly, Deimos bent over his desk and pushed in his first toy. He whimpered when he turned it on and slipped on his panties. Then, he slipped on his bralette and positioned the two pill vibrators accordingly, right on his nipples. Then, he shakily sat down on his dirtied bed and spread his legs. He bit his lip and pulled out his dripping cock and pumped himself over and over again, prostate and nipples pleasured as he did so.