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She giggles as you shut the door, and you're almost nervous to turn around. You intake a sharp breath and shut your eyes as Sparxie - Planarcadia's Number One Streamer, The Sparxicle herself, the most adorable woman on the planet - wraps one of her arms around you from behind and uses the other to lock the door you're frozen in front of.
"What's up, my number one fan? You a scaredy-cat all of a sudden?" she whispers behind you, her small frame placing her face somewhere along your mid-back.
"N-no, I just... this seems. Too good to be true. I guess?" you stammer out, gently turning around and embracing her. She giggles again (so cute!) and presses her face up and against your chest.
"Well, we could end our date now~ my number one fan, chivalrously guiding me home through the beautiful night, then leaving, never to be seen again. Star-crossed plots can be fun sometimes I suppose..."
"Is that what you want?"
Sparxie pouts up at you, eyebrows furrowed and frustrated, lower lip jut out. "Obviously not, dummy!"
That makes you smile, just a bit. Butterflies roil away in your stomach, and your nervousness makes it hard to accept this is really happening.
Today was an absolute dream; you had, completely by accident, entered and won a raffle for a lunch date with the most prolific streamer Sparxie on the first day of your week long vacation. You had always considered yourself a casual fan, work kept you from watching every stream, but the streams you did catch always made your days bright. When you confessed your less-than-super-fan status to Sparxie and told her she might want to re-draw the raffle winner, she stared at you for a moment before throwing her head back laughing.
"I'm the only streamer you ever watch after your hard working days? And I always make you happier?"
"Well, yeah. I don't have time to watch other streamers, and even if I did, they're not as fun as you, Ms. Sparxie."
She had made an odd expression then - incredibly smug and satisfied, yet still slightly... hungry? "You are definitely my number one fan~"
You took her out to your favorite lunch spot, talking and laughing together the whole time, and after lunch wrapped up, you figured the two of you would say your goodbyes. As you started to thank her and say how much fun you had, she stopped you.
"Wait, wait, wait. You're not seriously going home now are you?!"
You blinked and felt your jaw drop slightly. She looked slightly upset.
"The raffle prize was just lunch, right?"
"Who caaaaaares? I want to buy my number one fan ice cream! Oooh, and then maybe you can help me pick some new outfits~ What do ya say, sweetheart?"
"Ah, y...yes please!"
The whole day - and quite a bit of the night - had ended up passing in a bright, beautiful blur of laughter and her quick smile. It was so late it could be called early morning by the time you insisted Sparxie turn in for the night. She had clung to your arm and asked you to walk her building. Then walk her right to her door. When she had unlocked her apartment, stepped in, and gently tugged your hand with her, how could you deny her? And now, the two of you were hugging right by her door. Too good to be true, it had to be. With her body snuggled up against you, her bright eyes staring up into yours, it was almost too much. You swallowed thickly, and see Sparxie smirk slightly, her eyes flashing.
"Wanna strip for me, sweetheart~?" Sparxie asks, hands running gently up your spine. "We really had so much fun today. We can have some more if you want~"
You shudder, blood rushing to your face and... other places. She slowly takes a single step back, still commanding your gaze.
"Yes. Please. Can I?" The words come out slightly haltingly but otherwise confident. You hope you seem more confident than you feel, at any rate.
Sparxie grins. "Well, get started then. We don't have all night." Another giggle, "or, y'know, I guess we really have all week, right?"
You blush even harder at the blunt command and the idea you might spend the rest of your vacation with the streamer. Gathering your courage from her delighted expression, you slowly pull your shirt up and off, letting it drop to your side. Sparxie whistles low and her eyes glimmer as she reclaims that step between your bodies, reaching her hands out but not quite settling on your shirtless frame yet.
"Can I feel you up like this~?"
You nod, a jerking 'yes' as you try valiantly to ignore the bulge still trapped in your pants.
"Awww, thats no good baby~ say 'yes please' to the best part of your day, like you did before."
You sharply inhale as your dick twitches at her request.
"Yes, please, touch me however you want, please - " You knock your head back against the door as she reaches the rest of the way forward and kneads at your chest. Your breaths become ragged just from her confident exploration of your body with her hands - her fingertips running down your chest, up your arms, across your back, then lower as she loops them through the belt loops of your pants.
"These next, okay?"
You gasp out a 'yes' and hurry to comply as she takes another step back.
After you shed the rest of your clothing, she gives you another appreciative whistle and a small laugh.
"Somebody is excited, huh?"
Feeling slightly bolder than before, you're the one who closes the distance this time. Holding her loosely with a hand on the small of her back, leaned well down to nuzzle into the side of her neck.
"Aren't you excited too, Ms. Number One Streamer? Have you ever taken a fan home like this?"
Sparxie trembles ever so slightly and shifts forward to better press against you, her hands coming up and down your back slowly.
"Well - no. I never wanted to bring anyone but my number one fan home~ of course I'm excited."
"I think it might be your turn to strip, then."
"Hmph, this dress is much harder to get out of than a simple outfit like yours. Won't you help out poor little Sparxicle...?"
Who in the universe could say no to that?
"Hahh, yesss, just like that, you're a natural~"
Sparxie was laid back on the edge of her bed with the grace of a goddess as you knelt on the ground, leaned forward between her legs, lips and tongue working however she asks to pleasure her. Your hands run reverently up and down the tender inside of her thighs as her hands tangle and pull at your hair. You feel drunk on the taste of her, the sounds of her pleasure. You desperately suck and lick at her clit, then lap as deeply as you can into her entrance, as you now know she is the most delicious ambrosia ever to be found. You want to catalogue every reaction - all the twitches and cute noises, every petname she calls you when you do something she particularly likes. Flat, wide licks to her clit, then sucking. Rubbing in steady circles with one thumb as you gently bite and suck hickeys into her slim thighs. If you could spend the rest of your life with your mouth pressed against her, you would definitely die the happiest man in history.
The first time you make her cum, it catches you almost off guard.
You had been taking your time, exploring her pussy with your mouth, slowly figuring out the best way to please her. You didn't even realize where your hand had traveled before your middle finger was already halfway inside her, pressing slowly in and up as you gave her clit a loving suck. Sparxie's hands had yanked roughly in your hair as she arched her back to buck into your mouth, gasping and twitching.
The addition of one finger was enough to push her over the edge. Inadvertently, you had been the biggest fucking tease. That might make you feel bad if you weren't so incredibly turned on.
"Hnghhh- I want- hah, fuck- fuck me already, please!"
She pants and fucks herself down on your finger as much as she can, her hands releasing your hair to twist in the sheets by her head.
You lean back slightly, still on your knees near the edge of her bed, the hand not teasing her gripping the inside of her thigh. Her pouty lips, crystalline tears at the edge of her narrowed eyes, and her twitchy, insatiable movements - you soak it all in, suddenly feeling ravenous.
"Not yet. Do you want another one of my fingers, doll?"
"Please!"
You add your index alongside your middle to her soaking wet pussy without another word. She greedily fucks down on your hand even faster than before, cursing.
"Ahhh- pl- please fuck me, fuck- please, I need it, I want your dick so badly-"
You take in her beautiful, desperate face - eyes now screwed shut, sweat dripping down her temples as she moves on you the best she can. You take your other hand and rub quick, punishing circles against her clit, adding a third finger inside her at the same time.
The way she screams your name and gasps as she orgasms a second time must be the most beautiful thing you've ever heard.
You stay still as she rides the after-shudders of her pleasure out on your hands in jerking movements. As you pull your fingers out, clear glistening wet strings briefly keep you connected. Your entire hand is slightly prune-y, like you've been swimming. Without thinking, you stick your fingers in your mouth and suck, then lick your palm just to have another taste of her slick arousal.
"You- hah- really can't get enough of me, can you?"
"No."
"You gonna finally get your cock in me then, sweetheart?"
You once again are at the mercy of her amused eyes, arousal still burning brightly behind them. Her smile widens and she licks her lips as you place your hands on her hips, erection heavy and leaking.
"No."
"Huuhhhhhh?!?" Her shocked face seems like a battle between confused, curious, and a touch hurt.
"Up against the glass, please." She just blinks up at you, her eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. "It's a beautiful night, right? We'd better appreciate it properly. "
New daring curiosity had fueled your request - the views from her penthouse apartment must be breathtaking, and why not combine a gorgeous woman with gorgeous scenery? Sparxie watches your face with impatience as you carry her bridal style towards them, crossing the room to nudge a small cushioned ottoman from its spot near her desk-chair to the windowsill with one foot. The large window you maneuver her in front of overlooks the river, and the full smiling Phantasmoon and its reflection seem to be winking at only you, encouraging. You plop her down on her knees onto the cushion and cup her face in your hands, just staring. Her naked body is bathed in the pale light of the moon and adorned with small, shifting gemstones of bright neon lights from the city. She nervously smiles up at you, wide eyes meeting yours, then darting out the window.
"You're not worried about someone seeing...?"
"Since when has Sparxie not welcomed all potential audiences? Besides, its late, so nobody is out, and even if they were, your window is so high I doubt anyone can look up and in."
"Heh, good point. You sure are daring Mr. Fan~ I knew I liked you." Sparxie giggles, trepidation seemingly gone as she pulls you closer to her. You gently kiss her neck, then bite, eliciting a small whine.
"Turn around, face the window. Its a beautiful view."
"I live here, dummy, I know the view."
You huff and pick her up, turn her around easily, and use your arms to cage her in from behind.
"Is this okay?"
"At this point I'd do anything to get you to start fucking me."
You take one of her long twintails into your hand and tug experimentally upwards, earning a gasp. Keeping it in your grasp, you brace your forearm on the window. As you line yourself up with one hand, she arches her back into your hard cock and grinds slickly against it.
"Your wish is my command, doll."
Sparxie makes a beautiful punched out gasping sound as you slide into her, all the way to the base in one slow, smooth motion. The feeling of finally being inside her is overwhelming - the slick wet heat of her pulses around your dick as you stay still, adjusting to the newness of the sensation. You place your free hand over her lower stomach and press down lightly - Sparxie hisses through her teeth and wiggles back against you as you feel your own length under her skin.
"Are you alright?"
"Move... please, I feel like you're driving me crazy on purpose!"
You slide out just a bit and push back in deep, rolling your hips experimentally against her. After you earn another gasp from Sparxie, you thrust ever so slightly harder at the same angle - just once, then again, before she starts begging.
"F-fuck, just please, fuck me harder, pl- please I need it~"
You lean down to kiss the back of her neck and murmur a small 'okay' into her ear before wrapping the hand not pulling her hair around her upper arm, just to stabilize the two of you, before you begin thrusting in and out in earnest, trying your best to remember to hit the same angle every time. Sparxie cries out and throws her free arm up to brace against the glass. She tries to crane her neck to look back at you but ends up with her cheek squished up against the window as well.
You have never experienced this level of overwhelming bliss. Pumping in and out of her might be your new addiction. Keeping her pinned up against the window, one hand pulling at her impossibly long, silky hair, the other fully wrapping around her thin upper arm, you feel like she's granted you sole possession of her body to use however you wish. Despite what you said, the idea she was theoretically in view by others like this - all yours, taking your cock so well - it was driving you wild. She tightens up around you whenever you give her twintail a tug, gasping each time and almost incomprehensibly begging for more. Slick fluid drips from where you're connected to her, down from your length and dripping on your thighs as they snap against hers. It is almost too much to bear. Words and moans jumble together and pour out of her mouth as you fuck into her greedily, pulling out practically random amounts each time before quickly snapping back all the way inside. Its animalistic and hungry; later you might regret being a selfish lover, but right now all you can think about is how good it feels to be inside her, thrusting into her, making her moan and tremble against you.
"Ha- aah- harder, please fuck me harder, cum in me, I want it so bad, please, I'm- fuc- I'm gonna cum-"
Sparxie's fucked out, desperate voice is music to your ears as you pick up speed and add more weight behind each thrust. You lower your face to the back of her neck again and suck, kiss, and lick at her nape, an unstoppable hunger and need growing larger and larger in your gut. You feel like your burning up from the inside, the heat pooled in your belly eating away at all rationality. You sink your teeth into the crook of her neck and feel her inner walls tighten, then convulse around your cock as she orgasms again with a broken moan. Not thinking of her possible over-stimulation, you thrust into her even faster as you chase your own release, drinking in the quick, cut-off wordless moans she releases every time you bottom out. When you finally cum, its fully seated inside her - as if you could have ever managed anything else. Your mind is nothing but fireworks and sparks dance down your spine as you are baptized in pure bliss. You aren't fully aware of yourself as you languidly thrust your cum up into her more, unconsciously trying to keep her full as possible. It's impossible to pull out of her fluttering, wet heat, and your erection has barely flagged. Giving the spot you bit a tender kiss, you finally manage to find your voice again.
"Wanna go again?"
You sound completely wrecked, the words hoarse and pleading even to your own ears. She uses a trembling hand to grab her hand prop that was leaned up against the wall nearby, and giving it a expert twirl even this tired, shows you a big, cartoonish thumbs-up. As she laughs at her own antics, you're struck with the thought you should quit your job and fuck her full-time. As you begin thrusting again, the fantasy seems to take over your mind and become a genuine need. The Phantasmoon might truly make a Fool out of you.
