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“God, finally got that done and over with!” Frye barked, practically kicking the door to the dressing room down and groaning into the open air, exhausted.
Shiver watched Frye, huffing through their nose a bit and smiling as they watched their lover toss off her shawl and practically tumble down against the couch. Shiver lightly bumped the door with her heel to close it, before turning their body to actually lock it before they took off their shawl, noticeably less messy compared to Frye’s boisterous entrance. Shiver set it aside before eventually their knees surrendered after those agonizingly long hours of dancing. Shiver eased down against the couch as well, their attention fixing back over to Frye who was sitting up to scoot closer and rest her head on their lap.
Frye’s arms folded over her stomach, gawking at Shiver for a few minutes. Honestly, Shiver was about to fall asleep then and there before Frye suddenly piped back up again.
“Honestly, I don’t know how you’re still so tidy and neat with everything even after all of that dancing! Do your vocal cords seriously not hurt after all of that? You held the longest notes, after all.” Frye maneuvered to roll over onto her stomach, arms tucked neatly against her chest as she looked up at Shiver, her feet kicking into the air for a moment.
“I’m surprised you can still talk this much, you were louder than I was on stage.” Shiver commented, their eyebrows raising in amusement as they messed with her cowlick for a moment, before itching underneath her jaw for a second, watching the inkling’s face melt into their palm, those two fangs jutting out from her upper lip.
Frye squirmed a bit, moving away from their hand and laughing, batting it away softly, before sitting up and shrugging. “I’m a tough squid, Shiv, I dunno what you expect from me.”
Shiver’s gaze softened and they couldn’t help but grin slightly. “Mm. How charming.” Shiver taunted, rolling their eyes and laughing.
Frye sat criss-crossed, her elbow nudging Shiver in the side as she gave them a big toothy grin. “I’m an eel- charmer for a reason!”
Frye joked, uncontrollably giggling and kicking her feet a bit as she did, while Shiver sighed, frowning a bit as their nose scrunched at the corny pun. However, seeing Frye giggle so much over such a dumb joke, Shiver couldn’t help but laugh a bit, covering their mouth with the back of their palm as they did. “You’re insufferable…”
Their girlfriend opened an eye to peek out at them, still having that dorky grin Shiver loved oh-so much. Frye leaned against Shiver, chest puffing out with confidence as she spoke. “Yeah, but you love it.”
Shiver hummed, leaning their head against Frye’s before speaking, “I love you, more specifically.”
“And yet you hate my puns so much,” Frye said dramatically, leaning up off of Shiver and putting the back of her palm against her head and her other hand held her chest as she flopped against the couch as if Shiver had stabbed her in the heart brutally. “But they’re such a big part of me, it’s almost like you hate me. And with that, I’m dead now, Shiver, you killed your favorite squid.”
Frye stuck out her tongue as her body went limp against the couch, but one of her eyes cracked open to look at Shiver to see their reaction to her performance. Shiver looked surprised, but they were all the more charmed and swooned by Frye’s act, laying down on top of her. Their hand traced her jawline, tilting her face to their direction so she’d face them again. Their arms wriggled their way to wrap around her back, their chin resting on her chest. Shiver scoffed a bit, reluctantly playing along with her skit. “Oh, woe is me, what will I ever do?..”
Frye propped herself up on her elbows with that same dorky grin she had earlier. “A kiss would revive her.”
Shiver’s ears perked up for a moment, sitting up a bit, their palms against the cushions of the couch inorder to support themself. They sighed, one of their hands easing her back down by pressing down against her chest to lay her back down against the couch, before they moved and wriggling around to get more comfortable.
Their other hand came up to cup Frye’s cheek, thumb lovingly stroking her cheek before they leaned up, lips making contact with her’s. Frye smiled ear to ear like a middle schooler who just fell in love for the first time, leaning into the kiss. Despite having done this so many times in the past, everytime the both of them got to feel each other’s lips, they made sure to memorize and savor each other’s taste, wanting to never forget it, not even for a split second. It was as special as their first kiss shared with one another, and they simply couldn’t get enough.
Finally, the two lovers pulled away, both of Shiver’s hands cupping Frye’s face now. “Happy?”
“Very. Spoilin’ me like I’m Sleeping Beauty.” Frye joked, moving past their hands and pecking their cheek.
Shiver scoffed, “Well, you are a wonderful sight to take in every morning,” Frye was about to speak, but Shiver continued. “And it’s not like you wake up the first five times I call out your name so you wake up. So, I’d agree that Sleeping Beauty is a pretty fitting name.”
Frye’s face flushed in embarrassment, her face splashing with a redder color as she laughed breathlessly, looking away out of shame. “It’s not like it’s my fault you like to drain the energy out of me before bed..”
Shiver’s eyes snapped open, tentacles curling and ears drooping as they clapped their palm over Frye’s mouth before she said anything else. Their eyes narrowed, expression shifting into a scowl that had Frye smirking confidently and proudly behind their hand. While Shiver couldn’t see it, they could feel her lips curving into that smile against their hand.
“It’s your neverending agenda to embarrass me, isn’t it?” Shiver grumbled begrudgingly as they tore their hand away from her face, sitting up with both of their legs against Frye’s hips, straddling her.
“Like I said earlier, you love it.” Frye said, a little sing-songy as she did.
“And I hate that I do.” Shiver hissed in an angry tone, but those rose bushes of red on their face said otherwise.
And even though they had a scowl, Frye could see how loving their gaze truly was any day, and knowing that, Frye smugly grinned seeing that cold-blooded bandit facade break.
Shiver’s eyes narrowed as they saw that confident smile, their gaze wandering up and down Frye’s body, just ogling at her for a bit before they got off of her. Shiver could hear the sound of the couch’s cushions shifting against one another as Frye got up off the couch and followed suit. Shiver leaned against the vanity, staring at themself in the mirror for a bit, humming a bit to themself. Shiver noticed Frye coming closer in the corner of their eye, turning their head to look at her as she wrapped her arms around their waist, her nose pressing into their nape, her hips pressing flush against theirs. Frye lifted her head a bit, chin resting on Shiver’s shoulder.
“You mad at me?”
Shiver laughed a bit, their hand cupping Frye’s chin softly. “Obviously not,” Shiver paused, shrugging. “I mean, even if I was, you know I can’t stay mad at you for a long time, at least.”
Frye hummed a bit, nuzzling against Shiver’s hand. “Mhm! Ya love me too much to be mad at me.”
“And you know you use that to your advantage.” Shiver said, standing back up, Frye followed along to keep her arms around their waist.
“Yup. And you just love spoiling me rotten.”
Shiver laughed, turning their head to give Frye a swift peck on the cheek. Frye smiled, her arms giving her partner’s waist a gentle squeeze. They laughed slightly, feeling Frye start to hide her face into the side of their neck. Their laugh was cut short, however, with the new sudden sensation of Frye starting to kiss their neck so suddenly. Their eyes widened a bit, tentacles curling uncontrollably as they let out a nervous chuckle, blush spreading across their face.
“Couldn’t wait till we got home, hun?” They grinned as an attempt to keep their composure.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Their girlfriend mumbled, arms giving them another squeeze before resuming her business.
They looked back into the mirror, watching the movement of Frye’s head, not noticing her slowly opening her mouth near their ink sac. Well, at least not noticing it in time, cause the second they did and tried to speak, Frye’s beak gently clamped down onto that spot that always made Shiver go wild every single time. Shiver’s breath hitched in their throat as they made a pathetic attempt to not make a noise, and it just came out a little choked, but they ended up making a noise anyway regardless.
Their hands scrambled to find purchase, claws digging into the vanity ever so slightly as they let out a quivering sigh, “Frye…” They rasped out.
Frye let go, kissing the bite before resting her chin on their shoulder. “Hmmmm?” She said, with a cheeky grin and fangs poking out from her lip.
Shiver’s eyes narrowed seeing her expression, their face hot with embarrassment.
Their ears pinned back, tentacles curling and the tips of their tentacles slowly, but noticeably shifting to Frye’s gorgeous yellow that they just absolutely adored. Honestly, usually they would put up a bit of a fight, make it a bit of a challenge for Frye just to tease her, but maybe they did want to be spoiled rotten to the core today… Considerably, they were very exhausted from the concert, and having to make Frye pin them down just seemed like a bigger handful of work that they just didn’t want to go through.
Shiver leaned up into Frye’s arms, humming softly and closing their eyes, letting out a shaky exhale and practically melting in her grasp. Frye, of course, noticed this and couldn’t help but let one of her arms loose and ran her blunt fingers across their pale skin, pulling away from their skin and resting her chin on their shoulder, hand running up their back; causing a shiver to run up their spine as they bite their lip, murmuring a curse under their breath.
“Someone’s going easy on me today.” Frye quipped, giving them a toothy grin that they unfortunately couldn’t see because they had their eyes closed.
“Oh, shut up…” They grumbled impatiently, ears flicking and the tips of their tentacles curling slightly. Frye nipped at their neck gently, making them take in a sharp breath through their teeth.
Shiver’s rear lightly grinded back up against Frye’s crotch, and Frye’s eyes widened a bit before she grinned, arms wrapping around their waist so firmly, yet oh so delicately, and Shiver felt their mind run wild with that. They really did love how Frye made sure they would be having fun too whenever the two of them did things like this.
“You are okay with this, right?” Frye leaned up close to their ear, breath hot against their skin.
Shiver’s eyes blinked back open, looking back over at her, and her affectionate gaze could have killed them. Their eyes softened, maneuvering to be able to lean forward and plant a gentle kiss on her forehead, and she let out a soft hum.
“I am.”
(consent is the sexiest guys dont forget ^_^)
With that, Frye’s hands slipped their shawl off, and she took hers off as well, throwing the fabric onto the floor somewhere. One of Frye’s arms stayed wrapped around their waist, and the other moved forward as her hand trailed down the expanse of their stomach, blunt fingers moving so agonizingly slow it made Shiver bite back a whine. Her fingers struggled a bit, before finally being able to get into their rather tight pants, and Frye made a little frustrated noise as she did.
“Why do you have to wear these… They only make things harder for me.” Frye whined, and Shiver chuckled a bit. They didn’t even have to look at her to know she was pouting.
Frye tugged their pants down, not wanting to have to struggle with them again later and their ears flicked, cooing and bit and purring. Frye’s hand also moved their underwear out of the way, discarding any article of clothing they had on the lower half of their body like it was the last thing she’d ever do. Shiver bent over fully now, arms crossed and they rested their chin on their arms as they waited. By bending over, they only grinded back against Frye’s crotch again, and her eyes widened as she felt her tentacle start to writhe against the fabric of her leggings, the friction burning at her.
Frye cursed under her breath, god they looked gorgeous.
They felt her hand move in between their thighs, gathering up the slick from their needy folds and they let out a pleased hum, tentacles curling into tiny little hearts. Frye’s fingers slowly moved up and down their folds, their own tentacle peeking out with the stimulation. Not enough. Shiver thought. The stimulation wasn’t enough for it to really get them going. And for Frye not to be rushing to have them wrecked and just hopelessly whipped for her, it made them a little confused. They turned their head, looking back up at Frye.
“Fryeee?” They called out behind them, tone sugar sweet and all sing-songy.
Frye’s ears perked up, eyes looking away but her head didn’t turn away, her eyes just attempted to not meet their gaze. She hummed, a little awkward grin on her face, her fangs poking out.
“Yeaaah?..”
“You’re not all quick and clumsy like usual.”
“Maybe I just wanna take things easy?..” Frye finally met their gaze, smiling at them.
They could tell she was lying right through her beak with how uncertain her gaze was. They stood back up- Well. Their arms propped them back up as they looked back at her. One of their arms wrapped around Frye’s head, and she eased up, her body relaxing against them.
“What’s wrong?” They mumbled, planting another kiss onto her temple, and her ears fluttered and her arms squeezed them a bit, wanting to be as close to them as possible.
“Nothing’s wrong- It’s just.. I don’t wanna get all sappy on you, especially since we’re about to fuck ‘n allat,” Frye murmured, and Shiver cringed a bit, but brushed past it. It’s not like they weren’t used to Frye’s unserious vocabulary. Frye sighed while trying to find her words.
“You’re just so good to me, y’know? And I don’t want to make you unhappy or leave you all, I dunno, unsatisfied? That hasn’t been the case as of recently, but still.” Shiver listened to her short little ramble, blinking before just smiling.
“That is the dumbest thing I’ve heard come out of your mouth,” Shiver commented, and Frye’s face burned with embarrassment and she let out a little croak into their shoulder with humiliation.
“But, it’s not a bad thing. I’m glad you’re thinking about me.”
“Cod, when am I not.. ” Shiver burst into a fit of giggles before realizing they were just standing here half naked, and they bit back their tongue before they clear their throat. “Putting that aside now… You gonna keep standing here all pouty or?...”
Frye jolted a bit, realizing they were supposed to be getting all down and dirty. “Shit- Right, right, sorry.”
She pressed a kiss to the back of their head, before standing back up, taking off her pants and tossing them aside as well, her tentacle finally making contact with the curve of Shiver’s ass, and their head felt like it was practically spinning with how drenched they were for her. Their arms crossed again, head resting on their arms once more as they arch their back up slightly, their tentacle slipping out a bit more now. Frye’s palm wrapped around her tentacle, gently guiding the appendage into Shiver and letting out a soft, shaky sigh, and Shiver did the exact same, only rasping out Frye’s name after.
Frye’s eyes blinked open slowly, hips retreating before slowly rolling forward, hilting up against Shiver’s hips and they let out a weak groan, tentacle out on full display now. Frye eyed Shiver up and down, before her hand hesitantly wrapped around Shiver’s tentacle. Their ears perked up as they let out a gasp, eyes blown open as their head lifted up and they practically whipped their head to Frye’s direction. Frye’s eyes widened a bit, about to take her hand away from Shiver’s tentacle, but their hand quickly and frantically moved to keep her hand in place, letting out a little mumble in the process.
They felt her hand slowly pump at their tentacle, along with the gentle roll of her hips. They huffed, chirping and biting their lip while their hands scrambled to find purchase on the wooden table with the scattered makeup on it.
Their claws dug into the wood, their own hips bucking forward a bit into her hand.
“Fuuuck… Frye..” They sigh out her name, head lolling to the side a bit as she continues at a leisurely pace, wearing an accomplished look on her face hearing them lose themself for her. She leaned over, her tentacle pushing impossibly deeper–
At least it felt like it for them, and they let out an exasperated huff, eyes widening a bit. They choked on their spit, shuddering and head tilting up and exposing their neck. She kissed their neck soothing, before biting down, kissing the mark and murmuring in their ear, praises and sweet nothings, and it made them feel absolutely adored .
Her hips sped up after a few moments after they had adjusted to her previous speed and gave her the go to go faster. Her hand lets go of their tentacle to wrap around their waist and support herself so she could keep herself stable while she thrusted, and they let out a whimper from the loss of stimulation on their tentacle. Their tentacle throbbed and wriggled in response and they felt themself lose any coherent sentences in their mind.
They closed their eyes, and god everything around them disappeared, just them and Frye. Them and their Frye.
Thinking about that, the thought alone made them so much more aroused and it drove them insane, their face burning and the sharp feeling of Frye’s hips meeting theirs over and over, a repeating rhythm they memorized in their head that they never wanted to forget. They tried to form some words, anything, to show Frye how much they loved her, how much they needed her, but their words were broken and sloppy, but Frye’s hands found theirs, and Shiver felt like time stopped, just for them.
And Frye’s voice, oh, her sweet voice. Her breath was hot against their ear, and hearing her voice was akin to a lantern guiding them to shelter and security, and it all just made them shudder and their legs trembled but Frye was there to catch them and support them as she spoke, “I know, sharky, I know…”
They mewled out into the open air, senses filled to the brim with affection for their girlfriend. “Fr–ye...” They choked up, groaning again, “Frye.. Baby, please … So– Fucking good….”
Just hearing them curse for her, it made her giggle so softly, and when they heard it, Shiver buried their face into their arm, letting out a raspy moan. She laughed a little louder while she was busy igniting sparks in their head and they scowled a bit, recollecting themself and grumbling out her name. “Fryeee… Quit…”
Her little giggling fit died down, pecking their cheek apologetically.
“Geeez, sorry, ya big crybaby.” She teased and they just scoffed pathetically, their tentacles coiled up and their other tentacle was curling and precum leaked from the tip, and Frye took note of it, making an amused expression before smirking at them so smugly and they could just feel her staring, and they opened one of their eyes to side-eye her, and she bit back another laugh, continuing to thrust against them while her chin rested on their shoulder.
The closeness between the two felt like stars colliding, and it all felt so gorgeous, so divine. Shiver couldn’t get enough, they craved more, needed more, starved for more. More time, chasing that feeling so desperately, wanting to keep it in their hands for a few minutes longer.
While they were drowning in these thoughts, they growled and Frye’s eyes widened, and the growl went right down to her appendage and she felt goosebumps on her skin, her hips bucking forward harshly a few times and they winced feeling her hit in the exact spots they needed her. Frye shivered and keened in their ear, and their tentacle thrashed eagerly, more precum trickling down and dripping down, pooling on the floor at this point.
They rasped out another whimper to let her know she hit the right spot, and Frye readjusted to stabilize herself, and thrusted her hips forward again, hitting the same spot for her partner, and Shiver cried out into the open air. Within a few moments tears had stung at the corner of their eyes, and Frye was about to stop to ask if they were okay but they maneuvered their hand to lock their fingers with Frye’s, giving her hand a gentle squeeze to let her know to keep going and keep doing what she was doing, and while they didn’t see it, they knew her face burnt up with the action.
Shiver panted, exhilarated from it all, their tentacle pulsing, just so fucking close to that edge and wanting to let go so bad, but they wanted this moment to last longer, but they didn’t know if they could hold themself back and part of them absolutely despised that. They frustratedly heaved out a sigh, and Frye hummed softly, raising a brow curiously while still trying to keep her hips at that beautiful rhythm they had established.
Their hand squeezed hers desperately then, back arching as they keened, legs trembling hard and their inhibitions thrown out the window, hips bucking forward. Ink spilling out from their tentacles as their tongue hung out of their mouth, panting like a dog who had just won a race, and feeling Shiver’s walls clench so hard around Frye’s tentacle, she let out a hearty groan and filled them up, warmth spilling into them.
They mumbled, rambling under their breath at a volume so hushed but yet at the same time loud enough for Frye to hear every broken up sentence.
Frye just hummed, voice gravelly as she did, hands moving away from Shiver’s and arms finding themself looping around their waist again, just wanting them as close to her as possible. The two exchanged words of how much they both loved each other, voices overlapping, before they just tried regaining their breaths, the room falling silent.
Finally, Frye pulled herself out of Shiver, with much, noticeable reluctance. Shiver sighed, almost falling on the ground but Frye kept them up.
Frye, even with her weak legs, managed to drag herself to the shower with her lover in her arms, Shiver too tired to try and protest, just finding the gesture so kind and generous. The two tossed on some clothes, cleaning up the mess they made and laying down on the couch, exhausted and spent.
A tangle of limbs the two were now, not wanting to spend a second apart from one another, Frye’s face buried deep into the crook of their neck, and Shiver’s chin resting on the top of her head.
“…This is not the best place for us to be sleeping… “ They grumbled.
“Do you want to drive back home?” Frye quipped.
“…No. I don’t even think I can get up.” They said, a little defeated.
A moment of silence again, before the two shared a look, then both of them burst into a little fit of giggles, then a goodnight kiss, and they both dozed off right then and there. Sure, it would be a pain in the ass later on in the morning, but for those two? As long as they were beside each other, they wouldn’t have another care in the world.