The house was quiet. For once.
Ash sat alone at the kitchen table, lazily stirring the noodles in his bowl. The clock ticked somewhere in the background, the only sound aside from his chewing. His sisters weren't home. His mom had just stepped out to buy groceries.
It was peaceful.
Until the doorbell rang.
Ash blinked.
He set his chopsticks down and slowly got up, padding toward the front door. When he opened it—
"Surprise!!" Celeste giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Ash stood there, stunned.
"C-Cel…?"
"I missed you," she said sweetly. "I couldn't wait for the holidays to be over, so I came here to be with you. Hihi—surprised?"
He was. Very
But then panic hit him. If his sisters saw her—loud, nosy, impossible Celeste—they'd never let him live it down.
Without another word, he grabbed her wrist, took her suitcase, and led her quickly upstairs.
They reached his room. He closed the door and locked it behind them.
He turned around.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice high with nervous energy.
"I told you," Celeste said with a teasing smile, walking up to him. "I missed you. I came to be with you. And now… here I am."
He couldn't help it—Ash's heart fluttered.
He leaned his head against her shoulder and sighed.
"You… are unbelievable."
Celeste lifted his face gently by the chin.
"You like it, though."
And she kissed him.
Ash froze.
Her lips were soft, warm, commanding. Then her tongue brushed his lips and slipped into his mouth. Ash panicked slightly but just mirrored what she did, letting her guide him. His hands hovered at her sides, unsure of what to do.
Their kiss deepened.
And then—Celeste's hand began to explore.
From his chest… to his stomach… lower… then—
Ash gasped against her lips when her hand reached his most sensitive area. She gave it a slow squeeze, and a soft, helpless moan escaped him.
She pushed him gently onto the bed, straddling him. Before he could even process what was happening, she stripped—unbothered, unashamed. Completely bare.
Ash's brain short-circuited.
She climbed onto the bed, hooked her fingers into the waistband of his shorts and underwear, and slid them off in one smooth motion.
He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He was red-faced, breathless, stunned.
Celeste crawled on top of him, grabbing his manhood, guiding it toward her.
"C-Cel…" he whispered, chest rising and falling fast. His body said yes, but his mind couldn't even form the words to stop her. Ash felt the heat of her body press against his own.
"C-Cel… w-wait…"
Then—
She lowered herself.
Their moans came at the same time.
It was warm. Tight. Overwhelming.
Ash's hands gripped the sheets as his chest rose and fell rapidly. His whole body was trembling.
Ash could barely breathe.
Celeste's warmth surrounded him, her movements slow at first, letting him feel every inch, every pull, every rise and fall of her hips.
"A-Ah… C-Cel…" he gasped, his voice shaky, like he was holding onto a thread that was about to snap.
She leaned over him, lips brushing his jawline, her hands tracing down his chest.
"Say my name again," she whispered, breath warm against his ear.
"A-Ash…" she gasped, her voice shaky but sultry, a soft moan hiding behind his name.
Ash's fingers curled into the sheets.
"Cel… ahh—Cel…"
She rolled her hips faster.
"C-Cel… please—just… j-just slow down… I-I can't—!"
"You can," she murmured, kissing his lips, then his neck, then lower. "Just feel me."
"A-Ahh… Cel… Cel—" his voice cracked as he moaned again, louder this time. Her name fell from his lips over and over, helpless and raw.
Her breath caught.
"A-Ash… y-you feel too good… ah—"
He was unraveling beneath her.
"C-Cel—!"
And again, as her movements deepened.
"Cel—Cel—ahh…"
Ash bit his lip hard to hold back another moan. His hands gripped the sheets as he struggled to stay composed.
She placed her hands on his chest and leaned in, kissing him again as her movements grew faster. Her breath was hot against his skin, her moans growing louder with each roll of her hips.
It was too much. Too good. Too real.
Then—
"Uncle!!"
Ash's eyes widened.
His whole body stiffened.
The voice echoed from the hallway downstairs.
"Uncle, we're home!"
He looked at Celeste in horror, but she just gave him a smirk, her pace never slowing.
"Not yet," she whispered, breathless. "Just focus on me."
"C-Cel, I—ahh—wait!"
"Ash—A-Ash—Ash!"
Her words blended into another moan.
Ash looked toward the door in panic. Footsteps. They were getting closer.
"Uncle, are you up there?"
His heart nearly exploded.
Celeste was still moving—faster, her fingers clutching at his arms, her breathing ragged.
"C-Cel—please—"
"A-Ash… Ash—I'm close… I—ahh—Ash!"
He was sweating, his body helpless under her, his mind spiraling.
"Ash…! A-Ash!"
"W-wait… ngh—Cel… s-stop…"
The doorknob clicked.
The door creaked open—
"S-STOP!"
THEN—
Ash woke up from the kind of dream that left his skin hot and breath short. He sat frozen in bed, his face still red and burning. The door creaked wider, and his niece peeked in with bright eyes.
"Oh! Uncle's awake!"
Then his nephew's voice followed, loud and echoing from the hallway.
"Yuuuhh, Mom! Uncle's already up!"
Ash barely managed a stiff wave, still under the blanket.
"Y-Yeah. Morning…"
The door clicked shut as the kids ran off.
Silence...
Ash exhaled slowly—then dared to lift the blanket just enough to glance down.
And there it was.
Very much awake.
His eyes widened.
"O-oh my gods…"
He yanked the blanket over his head again, groaning into his pillow.
"Stupid Ash..."
His heart was still racing, his body hot from the dream—and now, the guilt.
He flopped to the side, covering his face with both hands.
"That was… way too real," he muttered. "And why the hell did it feel that good?"
Then he remembered Celeste's voice in the dream—how she moved on top of him, how she said his name like it meant everything. His ears turned red again.
Ash grabbed the pillow and smothered himself in it, kicking his legs like a flustered teenager.
"…I need a cold shower."
But as he stood up from bed, he muttered under his breath—
"Cel, what the hell are you doing to me…"
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