#( 006: the knight & his princess )

[sunshineandtheprincess]

Mike had been stressed and busy with his upcoming trip. There was a lot he had to do before returning to Rosewood, and it had all crept up on him. At least, that was the excuse he was going with. In reality, Mike had procrastinated until the last minute, mostly because he had been spending all his time with Nathan. Even though he was already in a relationship, this one was different, and Mike was completely and utterly in love with Nathan. Time seemed to stop when they were together.

So, when he got his mom��s call asking about his flight info, it sent him into a panic. After that, no one had really seen or heard from him except his family and his boyfriend, Colby. The latter only because he had a key to Mike's place and would come around, moping about how he was going to be alone and how Mike had abandoned him during Christmas. Mike had to bite his tongue to keep from saying that Colby did it to himself. Everyone else had been practically ghosted.

Mike was packing when he uncovered a box he had hidden. Opening it, he blushed as memories flooded back. He had ordered it in Vegas when he and Nathan had been drunk. Nathan had run off somewhere while Mike was wandering around the store. He had seen it, and a lady let him try it on. It didn’t fit properly, but she offered to have it tailored. Long story short, Mike ended up buying it and had it sent to his house once it was adjusted. He forgot about it until it arrived in the mail, along with memories of what had happened. He had hidden it to be forgotten, but there it was.

He took it out and inspected it. The whole thing was really pretty, and Mike was embarrassed to admit that he liked it. He couldn't resist trying it on. As promised, it fit perfectly. Mike took a good look at himself in the mirror when something caught his eye—his phone. There were a bunch of missed calls, texts, voicemails, and other notifications. Nathan was clearly worried about him. The last text said that Nathan had found out where Mike lived and was coming to check on him. Realizing this message was from a while ago, Mike started dialing back just as there was a knock on his door. Forgetting what he was wearing, Mike went to answer it and saw Nathan standing there. "I'm so sorry, I've been so busy getting ready to go home and—what?" he interrupted himself as he noticed the strange look on Nathan's face. // @rencissancealpha

[alphamalesprincess]

Mike had been stressed and busy with his upcoming trip. There was a lot he had to do before returning to Rosewood, and it had all crept up on him. At least, that was the excuse he was going with. In reality, Mike had procrastinated until the last minute, mostly because he had been spending all his time with Nathan. Even though he was already in a relationship, this one was different, and Mike was completely and utterly in love with Nathan. Time seemed to stop when they were together.

So, when he got his mom’s call asking about his flight info, it sent him into a panic. After that, no one had really seen or heard from him except his family and his boyfriend, Colby. The latter only because he had a key to Mike's place and would come around, moping about how he was going to be alone and how Mike had abandoned him during Christmas. Mike had to bite his tongue to keep from saying that Colby did it to himself. Everyone else had been practically ghosted.

Mike was packing when he uncovered a box he had hidden. Opening it, he blushed as memories flooded back. He had ordered it in Vegas when he and Nathan had been drunk. Nathan had run off somewhere while Mike was wandering around the store. He had seen it, and a lady let him try it on. It didn’t fit properly, but she offered to have it tailored. Long story short, Mike ended up buying it and had it sent to his house once it was adjusted. He forgot about it until it arrived in the mail, along with memories of what had happened. He had hidden it to be forgotten, but there it was.

He took it out and inspected it. The whole thing was really pretty, and Mike was embarrassed to admit that he liked it. He couldn't resist trying it on. As promised, it fit perfectly. Mike took a good look at himself in the mirror when something caught his eye—his phone. There were a bunch of missed calls, texts, voicemails, and other notifications. Nathan was clearly worried about him. The last text said that Nathan had found out where Mike lived and was coming to check on him. Realizing this message was from a while ago, Mike started dialing back just as there was a knock on his door. Forgetting what he was wearing, Mike went to answer it and saw Nathan standing there. "I'm so sorry, I've been so busy getting ready to go home and—what?" he interrupted himself as he noticed the strange look on Nathan's face. // @rencissancealpha

[elgaberino-mcoc]

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[cali-holland]

Golden Bullets, Ch 2: License to Kill

Harrison Osterfield X Reader, James Bond!AU

Harrison Osterfield, Agent 007, was once the best MI6 agent around with the astounding reputation as a womanizer. Between illegal gold smuggling and black market trading of weapons, he finds himself deeper in his latest mission than intended, weaving himself into a web of the criminal organization, S.P.E.C.T.R.E.. At the center of it all is the one woman who’s never fallen for his charms- you, Agent 006, the best MI6 agent, the new assistant director of the program, and his new partner.

Word Count: 3300

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Golden Bullets Masterlist

Masterlist   Harrison Osterfield Masterlist

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Warnings: sexual themes (literally a woman named Pussy), violence, death

Featured Song: Licence to Kill by Gladys Knight from Licence to Kill (1989)

 ~ “Got a licence to kill and you know I’m going straight for your heart”

~~~

“Touch the stereo one more time and I’ll shoot you in the dick.”

Your grumbling threat seemed to resonate with Harrison as he dropped his hand from reaching to change your music again. He let out a long sigh; this drive from the Monaco airport to the hotel felt like such a long one. He hated old music, and yet all you seemed to want to listen to in the car was Nancy Sinatra- it’s like you only knew songs from the 1960’s. If it wasn’t for the urgency of this mission and the fact that he was in such an incredible car, he probably would have jumped out by now.

“You are awfully fascinated with my dick.” Harrison stated, a small smirk playing on his lips. You adjusted your white retro sunglasses on your face, shaking your head at him.

“Hardly.” You scoffed, “It’s your biggest weakness, so it’s quite easy to threaten, especially when shooting your dick off means I can hurt that delicate ego of yours.”

“Ouch, darling, you might actually hurt me there.” He feigned offense at your words. “If my biggest weakness is my dick, then what’s yours, sweetheart?”

“How many times must I tell you not to call me darling or sweetheart or angel or doll or any other pet name that rolls off your tongue?” You replied, ignoring his question completely.

“Not enough, angel. It’s so easy to get you bothered by a simple pet name.”

“I’m an agent. I’m not your pet.”

“Ah, but according to the hotel room, you’re my wife, Y/N.” Harrison teased. He watched as your jaw clenched, hearing your real name fall from his mouth for the first time. “Did you think I wouldn’t know your real name? Don’t act like you didn’t do any digging on me.”

“I didn’t need to. All of MI6 knows how much of an arrogant ass you are.” You stated, pulling the car into the hotel’s parking lot. “Your list of women extends much farther than your list of kills.”

“I bet you’d love to be added to the first list.” He smirked, placing a hand on your knee. You glared at him as you removed his hand.

“In your dreams, Osterfield.” You said lowly before getting out of the car, smiling at the valet. Harrison exited the DB10 after you, straightening out his suit as he did so.

“Let me get the bags, love.” Harrison told you, opening the trunk of the car to get out all of the luggage, which most of it consisted of weapons and money from MI6. As the two of you stood in the lobby, waiting to check in to the new room, you cuddled into Harrison’s figure, wrapping a hand around his neck as you spoke quietly in his ear.

“You’ll be added to my list, too if you’re not more careful with that tongue.” You threatened, voice just above a whisper. Your perfectly manicured fingers traced over the breast pocket on his suit, and you felt his heart race under you. Your threat was a very real one, but Harrison couldn’t help the shiver that made its way down his spine at the sultriness of your voice. 

Still, he put on his charm as he looked at you in his arms. Just as smoothly as you had spoken, he answered, “I hope that’s your first list, Y/N.”

~~~

“Martini. Shaken, not stirred.” Harrison told the bartender at the Monte Carlo casino that night. He adjusted his suit jacket as he leaned against the bar, waiting on his drink.

Ever since you two arrived at the hotel, you managed to ignore his presence completely. The hotel room had two queen size beds, extravagantly decorated and fit for two of Britain’s best agents. You were an incredibly curious case to him, you were an enigma. Something about you made him want to know everything about you. He found your resistance to his flirtatious advances especially alluring. He was starting to understand how you were an infamous seductress- you put the womanizer himself to shame.

“If you’re going to drink while working, you might as well go for something better than a martini.” You stated, your voice echoing in the comms piece in his ear. Harrison smirked to himself a little.

“Finally joining the party, princess?” He joked as his drink arrived. Since your task tonight was to flirt your way into Sciarra’s world, you had decided it’d be best for you and Harrison to arrive alone, which meant he had to have a chauffeur in a BMW while you drove the Aston Martin.

“Why, yes, I am.” You replied. Harrison lifted his martini glass to his lips and he casually looked around the busy casino. His eyes instantly caught on your figure as you wore a floor-length silk dress. The red material clung to you in all the right places with a slit that ran up to your upper thigh; your cleavage on view just enough to keep him wondering where you hid your weapons. He already knew your sleek black stilettos were made of steel and, most likely, had knife compartments- one of Q’s specialities for non-technology based weapons. You smirked, seeing Harrison’s blue eyes scanning over your dress, and you turned to place a gamble on a game, giving him the optimal view of the backless feature of the dress, the cut out dipping dangerously low.

“I don’t think that dress is inconspicuous enough.” He said after a moment. He slowly sipped on his martini, his throat feeling dry as his eyes couldn’t leave your figure.

“As if I care about what you think of my dress.” You answered, “Besides, the plan is to get Sciarra alone. Just watch my back, and stay focused.”

“Trust me, with you looking like that, beautiful, I’ll have no problem watching your back.” It was his turn to smirk, as you gave him the side-eye across the casino.

“Keep it in your pants, Osterfield.”

Spotting Sciarra at a craps table, you casually made your way over. You stood opposite of him, peering at the table below you. You gently leaned against it, allowing for your dress to shift slightly- and just like that, Sciarra made his way over to you. M was right- he was nothing short of a sleazy adulterer.

“Give me a blow?” He asked, holding up the die to you. You smiled, blowing on them for good luck. His eyes stayed on you as he rolled the die, far more invested in you now than his gambling. “Do you play?”

“No, but I enjoy-” You paused, your eyes trailing him up and down, “the views much more than the game itself.”

Across the casino, Harrison got himself a second martini and stood from his seat. He made his way over to the craps table to watch the game in progress while still keeping an eye on you as you flirted with Sciarra. His fingers trailed along the glass, looking around the table. Almost every single man had eyes on you, but your eyes stayed firmly on Sciarra, giving him your undivided attention. Something twisted in Harrison as he watched Sciarra run a hand down your bare arm before resting the hand on your bare back and, by the looks of it, his hand was far too low for Harrison’s liking. And not only did he have to watch that, but also heard each word passed between you and Sciarra through the mic.

“Casinos really bring out the sleaziness of some men.” Harrison heard a velvety voice speak teasingly from behind him. His blue eyes left your figure, and he looked at the woman now standing beside him. You were definitely the most attractive woman here, but this woman was a close second in an incredibly fitting gold dress. Her blond hair framed her face perfectly and, with the casino lights in the room, it almost looked golden.

“Hope I’m not included in that.” He chuckled, watching as her eyes flickered between each of the men around the table before landing on him.

“I said some.” The woman said with a soft laugh, showing off her pearly white teeth. “I noticed you when you walked in. You came alone, and with no wedding ring print on your finger- you must be a good one.”

“You’re observant, miss-?” Harrison trailed off, waiting for her to introduce herself.

“My name is Pussy Galore.” She replied, and Harrison could’ve sworn he saw you hold back a snicker across the table.

“I must be dreaming.” He smirked.

“And you, handsome?” She asked, a hand trailing along the buttons of his white shirt. His eyes flickered over to you, seeing you and Sciarra move to a reserved table for drinks; you were close to getting him alone, and that meant you’d need Harrison’s help soon. You discreetly removed the mic from your ear, not wanting to hear Harrison talk to the other woman any longer.

“The name’s Osterfield. Harrison Osterfield.”

He continued to flirt with the gorgeous woman as the casino bustled on around them. Miss Galore, as he respectfully mentally referred to her, spoke up after a few minutes, “Excuse me while I go freshen up.”

Before he could say anything else to her, she left. His eyes wandered back over to you and he noticed how close Sciarra was to your side as the dealer talked to his henchman across the table, but you weren’t flirting; no, Harrison could see the familiar fear in your eyes, the fear of a gun being held against your skin.

Out of instinct, he reached for his gun in his suit jacket. His fingers came in contact with the cool metal, and he watched as you quickly slammed your heel into Sciarra’s foot, just as you had done to Harrison in the parking lot, and kicked up the table, smacking his henchman in the face with the hardwood. Harrison drew his gun as you snatched Sciarra’s. The two of you ducked for cover behind a couple of turned tables from his henchmen’s bullets. The crowd at the casino screamed, everyone running in their expensive suits and designer dresses out of the casino.

“We can’t let Sciarra get away.” You told Harrison.

“Yeah, working on it.” He replied, getting up from his spot to fight one of the other men since he was now out of bullets. But the other man was ridiculously built, definitely used for the muscle, and he easily flipped Harrison onto a table, shattering the wood as he groaned. Picking up a couple large pieces of wood, he did his best to fight the bigger man, even stabbing him the leg to gain a little leverage.

Meanwhile, you ripped off your shoes, activating the knife part of the stiletto. Expertly, you threw one at Sciarra as he tried to escape, pinning his arm to the wall with the knife caught on his suit sleeve. You threw your other stiletto at the bigger man fighting Harrison, the knife landing mere inches from your partner’s face and in the opponent’s heart.

“Thanks for the head’s up.” Harrison stated in disbelief that you had gotten that close to hitting him with a knife.

“I just saved you from ruining another table. Are you happy?” You questioned, shooting another guard down with the golden gun you stole from Sciarra.

Harrison dove into fighting with another henchman, and you watched as a couple of men led Sciarra from the scene. Before you could step out from behind your table, someone came up behind you, grabbing your hands in his, effectively making you drop your gun. You cursed your barefootedness, unable to get a good grip to fight the taller man. As you attempted to kick his legs, he swiftly grabbed your throat, and a bullet went whizzing by your head, hitting him dead in the eye. You looked over at Harrison while he went running for the casino door.

“You can give me shit for almost shooting you later. He’s getting away.” Harrison urged you. You abandoned your gun and chased after him, just mere steps behind him.

“No, no-“ You started to shout as Harrison jumped into the driver’s seat of the Aston Martin.

“C’mon, love, no time to argue.” He said, but he was grinning like a little kid. You groaned in frustration, getting into the passenger’s seat and the car took off, speeding after Sciarra’s car. Harrison kept his eyes trained on the black Jaguar while you dug through the glove compartment. You smiled, finding an extra mag in there.

“How are you going to shoot bullets without a gun? And why is that mag so small?” Harrison asked. You laughed, slipping a hand under the slit in your dress to your inner thigh and pulling out a small gun from your hidden thigh holster that fit the mag perfectly. It wasn’t the ideal place for you to hide it, but the dress was so revealing, you really had no other choice. His eyes went wide, and the car swerved a bit.

“What? Did you think I didn’t have a gun on me?” You quirked an eyebrow at him, loading the gun and cocking it proudly. You didn’t want to hide your gun there, but seeing Harrison momentarily flustered by it was definitely a plus.

“Have I ever told you I’ll do anything for a girl in a gun?” He smirked, recovering smoothly, and you rolled your eyes at him. 

“Well you’re pretty awful at following my orders, so I don’t believe you.” You replied, rolling down the window, “Keep her steady.”

“That’s the plan.” Harrison replied, keeping his focus on the car as you shot at Sciarra’s Jaguar. You would’ve hit the tire, but Harrison swerved the car and Sciarra’s men started to fire back at you two.

Cursing, you sat back in the car, rolling up the bulletproof window. You pressed a couple buttons on the center console, accessing the DB10’s machine gun controls. As Harrison attempted to dodge the oncoming cars and maneuver a way closer to the Jaguar, you aimed for the tires. 

“You’re an awful driver.” You stated, missing a couple shots from Harrison’s unsteady.

“I’d like to see you do better.” He chuckled, taking a sharp turn to follow the black car ahead. Finally on a straight, you took the shot, clipping the Jaguar’s tire and sending the car flipping. Harrison haphazardly pulled the DB10 to a stop beside the wrecked car. You kept your gun at the ready as he went to drag Sciarra out of the wreck. One of the surviving henchmen shot at you and, instinctively, you fired back while Harrison tugged the weak Sciarra from the car.

“Where’s Goldfinger?” Harrison questioned, holding up the dealer by his blood-spattered collar. You took the opportunity to look in the car quickly. Spotting a gold flash drive on the floor, you snatched it up and returned to your partner’s side.

“I don’t know!” Sciarra shouted, seething in anger.

“Osterfield, not here.” You said. He looked at you, his blue eyes instantly catching your warning look. The sirens in the distance told you cops were approaching and having Sciarra so vulnerable and out in the open like this would definitely entice the sniper, whoever she was.

“How do we get to Goldfinger? This?” Harrison lifted up Sciarra’s hand to draw attention to the flashy silver ring on his finger. You held your gun steady as your partner walked, more so dragged, Sciarra back to your car.

“I don’t know him. He just pays me in bullions whenever I ship him weapons. I’ve never met the guy!” Sciarra attempted to defend himself as you opened the car door. “He’s only trying to kill me because-“

A loud gunshot went off and Sciarra fell limp in Harrison’s hand, blood spattering as the sniper shot him in the head. You and Harrison quickly moved to get in the car.

“Fucking snipers.” Harrison grumbled, throwing open the driver door and hopping inside. You were just a moment too slow, the sniper clipping your left arm as you got into the car. You applied pressure to your arm, trying to remain calm until you got back to the hotel room, where you knew you had the supplies to dig out the bullet. It wasn’t the first time you’d been shot before, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less.

“Did you get shot?” Harrison almost sounded worried as he raced the DB10 down the street, trying to create an untraceable path back to the hotel.

“No, my left arm is just cold.” You sarcastically said. “Yes, I got shot.”

“You can’t walk through a hotel with a bullet hole.”

“I know, genius.” You rolled your eyes, and he pulled up to the hotel. It was nice that Q had made the car bulletproof or else there would be plenty of evidence of the car chase you both were just a part of. Before the valet could come out to retrieve the car, Harrison shook off his suit jacket and draped it around your shoulders.

“Thank you.” You said quietly, and the two of you got out of the car. You kept your hand underneath the jacket and over your wound, and Harrison wrapped an arm around your shoulder, acting like he was just being a good guy helping out the cold girl. 

Silently, you two made your way to the elevator, taking it up to your floor. Harrison held the hotel room door open for you, and you immediately went to the medical bag, fumbling through it to find the right supplies.

“Let me help.” He said, stepping beside you and helping you get out what Q so kindly named “the bullet hole kit” complete with the proper supplies for disinfecting and stitching. You sat on the bathroom counter as Harrison quietly worked on your arm.

“Ow!” You shouted, tensing while he tried to get the bullet out. “That hurts!”

“Stop moving, and it’ll hurt less.” He replied as if it was obvious. “Have you never been shot before?”

“Once. In the hip, but it was four years ago.” The room fell quiet as you waited for him to respond.

“I’ve never.” Harrison’s voice was just barely above a whisper. You inhaled a sharp breath as he finally removed the bullet. “What happened with yours?”

“I missed a

 shot.” You said, and Harrison stepped back to look at you fully. His eyes filled with an unreadable emotion for you, perhaps pity that the best agent had missed.

“Well, did you shoot the bastard back?” He asked, bringing out the wipes to clean the bullet-free wound.

“Yeah.” And there was the silence again. You knew he wanted to ask what happened, why you had missed the shot, but the question never came.

That comfortable silence, save for a few grunts of pain on your part, lasted until after Harrison had stitched up your arm. His fingers gently traced over the pained area, “There.”

It wasn’t until he raised his head, his eyes reaching yours, that you realized just how intimately close you two were. Your lips parted as you tried to steady your breathing, feeling his hand fall to yours. His fingers lightly tapping against your own. You cleared your throat, leaning back away from him, “I should get some rest.”

“Right.” Harrison stepped back away from you and turned to clean up the rest of the medical supplies. You got off the counter and left to grab a change of clothes from your suitcase.

“Bathroom’s free.” He announced, exiting the en suite bathroom with the medical bag. You quietly excused yourself to go get changed out of your fashionable red dress.

As you looked at your arm in the mirror, you let out a small sigh. That was definitely going to scar, but maybe it’d add to the seductress mystery.

~~~

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[sunshineandtheprincess]

Nathan never failed to sneak in an "I love you," no matter what was going on. It was something Colby had stopped doing a long time ago. Now, the only time Mike heard those words from Colby was when he messed up or wanted to attempt to have sex. Nathan was different—he’d say it even in the middle of fucking his brains out like a slut, never missing saying it. He even stuck with the nickname he’d given Mike, never calling him anything else.

People always talked about how great sex was and how it made you feel, but Mike had gone so long without it—especially given his circumstances—that he didn’t really see the appeal. That was part of the reason he and Colby never had sex. Mike had even started to think he might be asexual. Then Nathan came along and showed him how beautiful and incredible it could be. For the first time in his life, Mike was fully aroused—and only became more so as they explored this new side of things together. His pussy was always wet even soaked when Nathan really want to rile him up. Mike had even discovered how many orgasm he could have in a single night. The male taught him so much. That night that he bought the lingerie, they hadn't even had full on sex. A bit of foreplay but that been it but maybe a part of had know what was to come.

Whenever their bodies pressed together, the difference between them became impossible to ignore. The lingerie didn’t help—it only made Mike look even more slim, petite, and feminine compared to Nathan. And for some reason, Nathan seemed to love it, embracing and encouraging Mike's feminine side. The way Nathan moved reminded Mike of him on the field during a match, that same confident control over everything. Mike could feel the way Nathan commanded his body, bending him effortlessly. Thankfully, Mike was flexible enough to keep up; otherwise, he’d probably be in some pain. Though, if he was being honest with himself, Mike wasn’t sure he’d care if he was. His pussy craved Nathan's cock, and it showed by how it covered it in his juices. If the noises and look of pleasure weren't enough to go by, he hoped that Nathan could feel his arousal. That only him, and him alone could get him like this. "y-yes, daddy." he said, as the male seem to hit his prostate causing him to see stars. welcoming his kiss as Nathan continued his rhythm.

Nathan took full control, his hands roaming every inch of Mike’s body. If his plan was to completely overwhelm him, it was definitely working especially when he played with his clint. Mike’s mind becoming blank as Nathan touched him, each movement sending a feeling of ecstasy through him. If anyone asked, Mike would say Nathan excelled at everything—and it wasn’t just the boxer in him. Whoever ended up with him would be incredibly lucky. Mike wished it could be him, but deep down, he knew he had to be realistic. There was no way someone as amazing as Nathan would choose him in the end. But right now, none of that mattered. Not with the way Nathan was hitting all the right spots, turning Mike into a moaning, mumbling mess. Even more when he started to pick up his pace, going faster and harder. The male was taking the expression fuck you senseless to a whole other level. He had no doubt everyone could hear them and knew exactly what they were doing but he didn't care.

The bed wasn’t built to handle sex especially like this, and Mike knew it would probably break eventually. Not that it would stop them—Nathan was clearly a man on a mission. If there was one thing Mike knew about him, it was that once Nathan set his mind to something, there was no talking him out of it. And now, this feral, carnal side of him had taken over, making that even more true. Mike tried to speak, but the words came out as nothing more than incoherent sounds. He hummed softly, though, knowing that Nathan would probably understand him anyway. Somehow, Nathan always did.

"Love you, Princess," Nathan hummed into the kiss without missing a beat. Nathan had never felt more feral before. Mike had become a natural at turning him on- to the point where Nathan found himself hard and ready for the other in a matter of seconds sometimes, but this was something special. This was more erotic than any porn could capture, something more intimate than any romance novel could describe and more carnal than he could've ever dreamed of. His Princess was his fuckdoll- dedicated to and for his pleasure.

Nathan had never been an overtly sexual person before he met his Princess. Sure, he was no blushing virgin, but it wasn't something he did often or even really thought about as most of his focus, energy and physicality went to his career. But with Princess, he couldn't help himself. The other effortlessly ignited a passion and desire within him that he didn't know he had. He dreamed about being inside of Mike, of tasting the other's soaked pussy, of making him moan, of the look on his face when he came again and again. He found a new kind of fulfilment in life from pleasuring his Princess, a sense of debaucherous pride that he found himself becoming addicted to. They had made love a fair number of times at this point; but this was something new for them, something much deeper and darker than before, a burning and sinful level of lustfulness.

"All yours, Princess," Nathan confirmed. As he now towered over the other, holding his legs up against his body so the other had a full view of him and vice-versa, he continued his steady rhythm, though it dared to get faster the more he listened to the other and the more he got to drink in the image of Mike in pink lingerie- bought and worn just for him. It was like a physical representation of how much Mike wanted to please him, to be his. To Nathan, it told him that Mike craved him and their sex as much as he did, which was deeply affirming as it was a turn-on seeing the man he considered the most beautiful in the world dressed like this just for him to enjoy. "Pretty girl in the streets and daddy's fucktoy in the sheets, huh?" he asked with a grin, letting Mike's legs part now, falling to either side of him so he could lean down and kiss the love of his life as he continued his steady, fast and deep pleasuring rhythm inside of Mike.

He wanted to make Mike just as crazed and carnal as he was, his hands explored the other's tight, shorter body freely. One hand toyed with Mike's juicy pecs and hard nipples while his other reached down between them, stroking and massaging Mike's clit. Mike had one asked him where he'd learned his sexual prowess from considering he'd told Mike that he'd had little to no experience before the other and the truth was that Mike brought it out of him, he ran on an erotic kind of autopilot where his body moved half of it's own accord. The knight fucked his princess hard enough now that the bed beneath them moved in unison with his thrusts and if Mike's neighbors hadn't been able to tell from the screams and moans, the creaking and banging of the bed against the wall would be a certain give away.

"Never wanna stop fucking you, Princess," he breathed against the other's lips, still kissing him passionately, "You reward for being such a good girl for your Daddy is that I'm gonna make you cum 'till you pass out."

[sunshineandtheprincess]

Mike thought that he would never be the same since his diagnosis. He believed the old him was long gone, but being with Nathan was starting to bring out the old Mike. Of course, Nathan didn't know anything about his diagnosis; Mike wanted to avoid shattering the perfect image Nathan had of him—the one that was soft, gentle, and honest. He feared that if Nathan knew, he might leave him or say that he and Colby were meant for each other. Nathan also brought out a more feminine side of Mike that he never knew existed. It seemed as though he never knew what love was until now. Being with Nathan made him feel cherished and alive, and he didn't want to lose that feeling. It was why he continued to see him despite how wrong the whole thing was. He had never felt more alive than he did now. No one had ever looked at him the way Nathan did. Nathan made his heart race, filled him with lust, love, need, and desire. He even let his guard down and was incredibly vulnerable around Nathan. It was proven by the way he felt complete and no longer relied on medication or anything else like that. Often, he would forget to take his medication because he was so happy with Nathan, all his worries slipping away in the light of their love. Mike felt his cheeks flush as he recalled the way Nathan looked at him—really looked at him—with eyes that saw past the layers of forced masculinity and straight into his true self. Nathan's gaze made him feel seen, cherished, and—dare he admit it?—loved in a way he had never experienced before.

Nathan calling him "princess" was initially jarring, but the way he said it, with such reverence and admiration, transformed the word into something beautiful and sacred. It wasn't just a pet name; it was an affirmation, a declaration that Mike was more than just who he appeared to be. He was someone worth celebrating, protecting, and loving. Mike shivered as he recalled the intimacy they shared, the way Nathan touched him with both hunger and gentleness. He had never felt so desired and so safe simultaneously. Nathan's devotion was palpable in every kiss, every caress, every whispered word of adoration. When he wore Nathan's clothes, especially that pink hoodie, it was like wrapping himself in a protective, loving embrace even when Nathan wasn't physically there. Nathan's mouth on him, the intensity of his eyes, and the way his tongue sent waves of pleasure through Mike's body. The way the man ate him out was like a man starved, almost determined to ensure Mike felt every sensation. He didn’t hold back, not that he ever did, but it seemed like Mike had unlocked something else in him too. Nathan had this primal, almost feral way of making him feel like the only person in the world. And when Nathan called him "princess," it was like a magic word that unlocked a deep, hidden part of himself—a part that he was only now starting to understand and embrace.

Mike's thoughts drifted back to that moment on the plane, the first time Nathan saw his pussy. He had been nervous, unsure if Nathan would find it appealing or ridiculous. But Nathan's reaction was beyond anything he had hoped for. The way his eyes darkened with lust and appreciation made Mike feel powerful and exquisitely vulnerable all at once. And then there was the moment Nathan's title for him shifted, became something even more intimate. "Daddy." The word rolled off his tongue with a mix of hesitance and boldness, and the way Nathan responded sent a bolt of electricity through him. The pleasure, the power dynamics, the raw need—it was all-consuming. Looking at Nathan now, Mike's heart swelled with a mixture of gratitude and desire. He had found someone who saw him for who he truly was, who celebrated every facet of his identity, and who made him feel like royalty. Nathan's love was fierce and unwavering, and Mike knew he would do anything to protect and cherish that bond.

He was so overcome with lust and passion that he didn’t fully realize the extent of Nathan’s reaction—or the effect it was having on his own body. It wasn’t until Nathan stood up that Mike saw how hard and how much the man was leaking. His erection looked almost angry, aching for attention, making it appear even more intimidating than it already was. Nathan wasted no time shedding his shirt and the rest of his clothes. Mike dared to say it was probably a record for him. It seemed Mike was hitting all the right spots with the nickname and lingerie. He was still in awe of the fact that he could take it all. Mike wondered if anyone else had been able to do the same. It had taken a while to get fully accustomed to it, as it always left him sore and limping, sometimes even unable to walk. Yet, not once did he ever complain or tell Nathan otherwise. Nathan would always apologize and offer to take it easy, but Mike always dismissed him. He was addicted to the rough and intense experiences, and how hard Nathan got. Mike had played contact sports, especially lacrosse, so he could handle it. Though he didn't mind the softer, slower, and more passionate lovemaking they had. It was something that he craved deeply as well. Although it was what ever mood struck. He leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss to Nathan's lips, a promise of more to come. "I love you, my knight."

There was really no describing how wet Mike had become. Nathan had been dominant before, but never like this. This was completely something new—it was as if Mike had unleashed a beast within him. His juices were dripping down onto the bed and soaking through the panties he wore. That was his last concern, though, as it began to coat Nathan’s cock, making an even bigger mess. Their size difference became more apparent, with Nathan towering over Mike's smaller frame. He could see the way the boxer's muscles flexed as he teased Mike. "You're my daddy!" he responded without hesitation. "You do, daddy," he repeated, like a soldier responding to a sergeant. He wondered if Nathan was going through his own internal struggle, trying to hold himself back from getting too carried away. As Nathan shifted from caressing him to pulling his hair, all Mike could do was whimper and moan. Mike was at a loss for words at Nathan’s statement—it wasn’t a question but more a declaration of what was about to happen. A loud scream, followed by a moan, filled the room as he felt Nathan starting to push inside him.

Like always, Mike felt like he was going to be split in half. It was a blessing that he had Nathan, who was truly the full package. Nathan had been his first and only; Mike had never needed to look elsewhere, even Colby would never compare. His hole eagerly welcomed Nathan as he pushed more and more inside. Mike got louder and louder, fully aware that his neighbor could hear him. This was the first time Nathan had stepped foot in Mike’s apartment, making their first encounter together even more memorable. They hadn't even had an actual conversation before Nathan took him. Nathan didn’t wait for Mike to adjust, but Mike wasn’t complaining. It wasn’t the first or last time; Mike was just as impatient and couldn’t deny that he loved the feeling. Nathan proved once again that his strength and endurance weren’t just for boxing. "It was made for you, and now it's all yours. Just like this cock is all mine," he said to the other. The man seemed to appreciate his choice of clothing as he adjusted Mike into a new position. Mike was thankful he had chosen this outfit and decided to try it on—it truly felt like fate and really needed to get more. Mike's hand gripped tightly to the sheet as he stared up at the boxer with lust filed eyes feeling him deeper inside of him. "Yes, daddy, anything for you." he said as another loud moan left his lips when he felt the band snap against him. it hurt but brought some pleasure. "Yes, I'll be such a pretty girl for daddy, make him proud and show me off."

Nathan saw Mike in a way that he quickly learned nobody had seen the other before. He saw a beauty and a softness and a powerful feminine side in the other- all of this was part of what had inspired him to start calling and thinking of the other as a princess. When he referred to Mike as that, it wasn't derogatory or diminutive, it was a celebration, a placing of him on a pedestal and a promise to treat him like royalty and an oath of devotion. He could see traces of how the other was forced to act and dress - no doubt thanks to Colby, whom Nathan had never been able to stand and the more he learned about how the other treated Mike, albeit in small crumbs the other dropped, the more he found it in himself to hate the guy even more. In Vegas and afterwards, seeing Mike in his clothes, especially the pink hoodie the other had taken a natural liking to and had quietly "borrowed", not to mention one or two other pieces Nathan had discreetly gifted him, he'd seen it clear as day - the innate beauty that Mike radiated when he was allowed to be at peace and just be himself.

He loved hearing the other curse and moan his name. Honestly, he felt like he was in the middle of a porno- as if he was some knight ploughing the innocent princess or a horny deliveryman taking an alternative form of payment. That was another thing- Mike had a way of turning him on in a way so carnal and animalistic - it was like nothing he'd ever experienced with anyone before. He craved the other in unspeakable ways but the greatest thing was that Mike allowed him to have him in all those sinful ways. He would've never dreamed of the other wearing lingerie but the moment he'd seen it- his mind had gone a hot, white, blank canvas of erotic bliss. The way Mike looked was purely for him and he knew that to be true more than anything- no, wait, this wasn't Mike, this was his Princess. That was the difference. This was only further cemented as his Princess cooed his titles, calling him his knight and his prince - his protector and his provider. He looked up from where he ate the other out as he heard Princess call him something he'd never before. Daddy. Oh, that went straight to his cock. He hummed into the other's cunt as he went down on him, already knowing just the way to angle and roll his tongue the way he liked (having already spent a lot of time going down on Mike, sometimes doing it just because he could and just because he wanted to make the other come for the sake of it) and grinning at the string of obscenities that followed.

Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. It echoed in his head and his cock got so hard he felt it tear through his underwear and moved his hands down to undo the front of his pants and free it. The name sounded so right. So erotic. So dirty. Like the lingerie it was something he never expected from Mike but God, he loved it now that the other had done it. In the span of five minutes, Mike had made him hornier than anyone, himself included, ever had. Every fibre of Nathan's being needed him to not only fuck but breed his Princess right now and that was what he was going to do. He lifted himself up from the other, saddling between his legs as he lifted his shirt up and off his head, tossing it over his shoulder and his cock now in full view. He knew he was well above the average man's size and for every lover before Princess, that had been a problem- not to mention the others could never handle him getting too carried away with his strength. But his Princess was different- the other seemed to love and appreciate each and every inch of his monstrous member and begged for more, begged him to be as rough as he wanted.

"Who's your fucking Daddy, Princess?" he asked, licking his lips as he rolled his cock teasingly against Mike's sopping wet front, moaning softly and leaning forward, towering over Mike, his muscles on full display and his chain dangling in the air between them, "Who owns this pussy?" he growled, rutting his cock against the other's cunt, one hand finding it's way from caressing his Princess' cheek to grabbing a light but firm fistful of his hair, "I'm gonna breed you like an animal and I'm gonna fill every single one of your holes with my loads," and with that, he pulled his hips back, reaching down with his free hand to align his cock just right and he began to sink his length into his Princess' incredible entrance. The other was tight but slick, warm and wet and every inch he sank inside of him felt like a religious experience. He let out a mix of growls and moans, heated, erotic sounds that easily conveyed just how turned on he was and he didn't waste another moment, once he was fully inside the other, he pulled his hips back and slammed into him once more, starting a deep, powerful rhythm, "Fuck, baby, your pussy was made for me," he breathed his hands now running over the lingerie still clinging to the other's body, enjoying the feeling of the texture before lifting up a bit, sitting up so he could place each of his Princess' pink stocking-clad legs and feet on each shoulder and get a full view of him as he began to pick up the pace, "You gonna start wearing this more for me, baby?" he asked between panting breaths, snapping the band of one of the stockings against his Princess' juicy thigh, "Gonna start dressing real pretty for Daddy?"

[sunshineandtheprincess]

Spending time around Colby and his team was much different than being around Nathan and his team. Nathan's team didn't hold back in getting to know him, treating him really well, and overall making him feel welcome. They were also open about their thoughts on the relationship between him and Nathan, clearly supportive of how Nathan felt about him. Colby's team, on the other hand, was nothing like that. Some of them threw glares at him, making him feel out of place. Not all of them were terrible, as a few had befriended him and tried to make an effort, but Colby was very demanding. Mike also had a feeling that a few of them knew he was cheating on Colby. After all, he would disappear and be nowhere to be found, only to reemerge with a limp and hickeys, or with makeup attempting to hide said hickeys. He was also seen exiting Nathan's dressing room looking a mess. Whether they didn't have evidence, didn't care, or were attempting to play ignorant, he wasn't sure. Colby, however, didn't seem to know or suspect a thing.

Mike hadn't realized how much time he and Nathan spent together until that day. There would be moments when Mike said something, then turned around to realize Nathan wasn't there. He was even a bit grumpy without realizing it, because he missed hearing Nathan's voice, especially first thing in the morning. They always made sure to hear each other's voices to start the day. This time, though, Mike woke up earlier than expected, and Colby had come over with breakfast, wanting to spend some time with him. Or rather, to guilt him into not going and putting out. Colby seemed to realize Mike was on edge, which was why he didn't push or annoy him as much today. He managed to avoid crossing the line that would make Mike blow up at him. They talked about their plans for the holidays, but it felt more like a conversation between friends rather than boyfriends. Eventually, Colby got a text and ran off, saying he'd see Mike later or call him. As he wanted to give Mike, his gift. This left Mike to finish his packing alone, the weight of guilt pressing down on him.

Maybe that's why he didn't stay in contact with Nathan—his conscience was feeling guilty, and he didn't want to be distracted when his actual boyfriend was right in front of him. Even as he tried on the lingerie and thought about the reason behind it, it wasn't Colby on his mind but Nathan. Of course, he would never wear it for Nathan. It was too embarrassing, and Mike could only imagine how he might react. How would Nathan feel about the fact that Mike liked wearing lingerie? Even Mike was embarrassed about it. Although he couldn't deny how nice and good he looked in it, the thought of Nathan seeing him and taking him while he wore it came to mind. But alas, it would never happen. The lingerie would only sit in his closet collecting dust. At least, that’s what he thought. In his state of panic, he failed to cover himself up or at least change back into his clothes.

Mike began to worry when Nathan didn't say anything and just stared at him. Usually, Nathan greeted him with a kiss, hug, or some form of affection, but now there was nothing. The man had a look in his eyes, seeming to have some type of internal battle. Mike wasn't sure what to do. Was Nathan upset about the fact that Mike had practically ghosted him? Or was it something else he did? Mike then noticed how Nathan's eyes slowly trailed up and down his body, making Mike follow the gaze before realizing what he was wearing. "Shit! Nathan—I can explain—this is—" He trailed off again because there was no way he could justify it. Anything he said would be a blatant lie or cause major issues if it involved Colby.

It seemed that Mike wouldn't have time to come up with an explanation or provide any reasoning before Nathan spoke and forced his way into the apartment. He had never seen Nathan act like this or have such a look in his eyes. Mike didn't have time to process what was happening before Nathan's lips were on his, and he was being lifted and carried away. It was clear that Nathan was a man on a mission and nothing was going to stop him. He didn't even check to see if the coast was clear; Colby could have been in the apartment. Nathan had no idea what Mike was doing before he came in, but it didn't seem to matter to him at that moment. Mike could feel himself become wetter with every passing second. Nathan had that talent of making him become aroused almost instantly. This time it happened to be when he stated that he was going to fuck him broken. It wasn't the first time that he said something similar but it felt different. So he allowed the other to manhandle him. Wanting to see and explore this side of Nathan. he should have said something when his luggage was thrown to the ground. although mike was too horny and submissive as the other called him princess and continued to compliment him. "fuck, n-nathan." the only words that he was able to get out as the man's lips found his nipples. the male knew how sensitive he was when it came to that.

If this was Nathan's true and honest reaction then maybe he'll have to wear more things like this and put more pink in his wardrobe. he could feel himself start to drip as his moan became more frequent. Although what drove him insane was when Nathan rutted his cock against mike's. the mesh panties were probably soaked by now. "please, i want nothing more, my knight, my prince, please, i beg you, claim me, breed me, make me yours." he practically begged the other, needing some type of relief. "I-I bought it for you.. d-daddy." the last thing slipping from his lips when Nathan called him a slut. everything was starting to become too much and mike need to catch his breath. his mind was becoming overwhelmed with lust and need. mike wanted Nathan to ruin him completely. a scream left his mouth when the male teased his clit. his body ached up and hand holding onto the other's head. "oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, please, please, please." he said repeating himself unable to even think. the noises that mike made rival that of a pornstar.

Nathan had been as subtle as an earthquake when it came to what he was spending all of his free time doing. His relationship with Mike was transparent and open knowledge for those in his close circle, both professionally and not. Though, to be fair, it would be almost impossible for him to come up with any excuse for all the time he was spending not working or training that didn't involve a love interest. He was addicted to Mike- no, to his Princess. A unique and loving dynamic had blossomed between them, they brought out sides of one another that they'd not been aware they possessed. His Princess had him head-over-heels and Nathan couldn't go more than an hour without some form of contact from the other, it was like his fuel and his fire. But this morning the other hadn't responded to his 'good morning' texts like he always did and more disturbingly so, hadn't picked up for his morning call - something that worried Nathan because he knew how much the other liked hearing him when he woke up and also knew that Nathan liked having his voice be the first thing he heard every day.

Something didn't sit right with him about the other's distance as it continued throughout the day - his Princess hadn't mentioned any big plans except packing for his upcoming holiday trip and that wasn't enough to explain why he hadn't heard from him. Sure, from the outside, his next move might be seen as possessive and irrational- but he didn't care; more so than just not following their usual routine, the protective side of him said that something was wrong and the Princess needed his knight. It had taken his team all of a half hour to track down Mike's address and Nathan immediately cancelled the rest of his plans for the day and sped there. He didn't care if Colby was there or not; at this point, he just needed to know the man he was falling in love with was okay. He just needed to hear that soft, warm voice of his and see that million dollar smile and he'd be able to rest. But, until then, he was a fearsome force to be reckoned with and neither hell, nor any of the beasts that resided in it, could stop him from making sure his Princess was safe.

He knocked a little harder on the door than he probably needed to- again, moreso out of fear that something had happened. He heard the door unlock and he took a deep breath, bracing himself for the worst to appear - but then, there he was: the most beautiful man on earth. Every Bottocelli curl of his hair perfect and his eyes sparkling and the fearsome professional fighter already felt himself soften. But then- as his eyes took in the entire scene in front of him, part of him certainly hardened. His throat went dry as he took in his Princess standing there; nothing on but a delicate pink garter decorated with flowers and petals, cascading over white and pink mesh underwear that did nothing but lift and accentuate the other's crotch, leading down to the starps holding up two perfect, pastel thigh highed stockings which matched the entire set. Nathan had not had a soul-out-of-body experience in a long time, and never outside of his athletic triumphs and professional highlights - but right now, he felt himself almost black out at the most heavenly and devilish sight he'd ever laid eyes on.

Nathan hadn't heard any words that had been spoken, though he'd heard the tone of his voice- that sweet siren-song voice and the large jock looked at his Princess with an eroticism and a deep carnal need none had ever seen from him before. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life," he breathed, stepping forward and letting himself into the other's apartment, "And I'm gonna fuck you broken," he added, pulling the other into his arms and crashing their lips together as the door slammed somewhere behind him. In the next moment, he had his Princess lifted up and wrapped his pastel-pink stocking covered legs around his waist as he carried him towards his bedroom. He didn't ask what the other was doing, if he was busy, what his plans were- all of that was cast aside as Nathan decided for both of them what was about to happen next. "You look like a Princess- like my Princess," he mumbled between kisses as he found the other's bed and mindlessly swiped his bag out of the way, sending it crashing to the ground and laid the other down on his bed, "Told you pink was your colour," he whispered as he captured one of the other's nipples in his mouth. He was referring to what he'd said back in Vegas, when the other had worn a hoodie of his, a dusty pink one that he'd mindlessly packed and the colour brought out levels of breathtaking beauty and warmth in Mike; like it brought out the real him.

Nathan let his mouth move to the beautiful man's other nipple for a few moments then moving his lips back up to Mike's, pressing his front against the other's, parting his legs once more as he rutted his diamond-hard cock against the other's front, "When you look like this it makes me wanna do nothing but fill you up and cover you in my seed- make sure every part of you knows that you belong to me," he said dirtily, reaching down and grabbing a fistful of his lover's ass. "You wore this for me, didn't you ... you're definitely my Princess ... and you're definitely my slut," he said, softly nipping the other's bottom lip. He started to descend once more, this time moving past the other's chest and continuing over his soft, toned belly, leaving wet kissing trailing downwards until he shifted the other's pretty panties out of the way and swirled his tongue around Mike's clit, then moving further down, "I'm gonna put a fucking baby inside you tonight, Princess," he growled as his tongue then started to massage the other's heavenly entrance.