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fandomfics · 6 months ago

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The Trouble with Love

Part 2

Pairings: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x fem Reader, John Hancock x fem Reader

Description: After a mishap in the wasteland you are left to wonder if the ghouls you care for and have traveled with for years feel anything for you. The answers you find are not what you expected and leave you with more questions than answers.

Part 1

⚠️WARNINGS ⚠️

18+ only, MDNI

Fluff, Unprotected p in v, creampie, missionary, cowgirl, shower scene, overstimulation

You won't have to wait long to get to the good stuff 😉

You call Cooper to come into the room, pulling the thin sheet that you slept under close to you as you sit up. Your traveling companions had seen all of you before, you'd been walking the wastes for years together, modesty was a thing of the past, but you felt the need for some barrier for the conversation to come.

He steps through the threshold and allows the door to close behind him as he makes his way to your side. The matress creaks when he lowers his frame to the edge without looking at you and begins to speak.

"I...uh... Spoke with John this mornin'." His face is hard to read below the brim of his hat. "He said it was complicated, and to let you just talk but I don't know if I have the heart to hear that you chose him."

"That's just it Coop, I don't want to choose." His eyes meet yours and your heart jumps into your throat. "I love you... I also love John. I have been trying to figure out how to deal with this but I want to be selfish. I want you both. I understand if you can't do this, and I won't protest if you want to leave us behind. I just..." You cast your gaze down, trying to search for the right words, after a moment he crooks his pointer finger under your chin and lifts it up until you meet his gaze, the softness in his eyes and smile isn't something you're used to from the gruff cowboy. He leans close and uses the other hand to push your hair behind your ear before closing the distance between your lips. He snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you closer, kissing you with a passion you didn't know he possessed, turning you into putty in his arms until he pulls away.

"Darlin', if that's whacha want, I think we can oblige you." His tone conveys a hint of mischief and mystery, but at that moment, you don't care to ponder why and pull him into another kiss. He doesn't allow his hands to rove your body, like you know he wants to, he remains respectful, hands running through your hair as you melt into each other once more.

Before long a devious thought crosses your mind and you pull away and lift yourself off of the bed, leaving the sheet behind, your naked form in full view "Sorry to cut this short, but I need to shower." You say with a wink, turning to head to the bathroom.

"You have a secret fuckin shower?!" Cooper says hurriedly following behind.

You laugh, speeding to the door made to look like a bookshelf, opening it wide as he follows you in. His hungry eyes devour every inch of your wet body as you step under the faucet and he removes his clothing as quick as he possibly can to join you.

The moment he steps into the shower he grabs for the soap and quickly washes himself clean while you bask in the tepid water. Once he has rinsed the suds away he falls to his knees. It's clear he means to worship you. The rich lather of the handmade soap coats his hands, he grabs a foot and places it on his chest, slowly he runs his slick hands over your leg from the ankle up. Savoring every second, feeling every scar, when the water rinses the soap away he trails kisses up your leg, to your inner thigh before repeating the ritual on the opposite leg. This strangely sensual act of care shows you a softer side of the man beneath the ghoul and adds to the fire you feel for him at that moment. He brings himself to his feet once more and continues mapping your body, each arm, stomach, chest, and back. Every pass of his rough hand over your soft skin heightens your senses, every kiss adding more fuel to the fire, when he's finished you want to pounce on him, but you refrain. You want to show his body the same reverence, you want him to know your love is more than a quick fuck.

You turn off the shower and towel yourselves dry before returning you the bed. He allows you to take charge, every direction you give he follows to a T.

"Lay face down on the bed." He looks slightly perplexed but does as he's told. You find your special body oil in the drawer next to your bed, it's unlikely he's had this type of luxury in the last couple hundred years, but he deserves it. You straddle his ass and pour some of the golden liquid in your hands and emulsify it before spreading it on his grizzled skin. You knead the knots in his back and shoulders, slowly working out the decades of stress and pain. He groans beneath you, his body relaxing more as you work.

"No one's treated me this nice since...well...before the war." He says softly as you finish massaging him and kiss his neck. He hums blissfully and turns to meet your gaze, raising an arm for you to fall into the bed at his side, allowing him envelope you. His lips meet yours and the fire blazing in your belly grows again. He's been hard, aching for you this entire time, and his cock twitches between you. Your needy body grinds against his and the small moans that you each let loose collide in your kiss.

He rolls you onto your back and takes his place between your legs, slowly inserting the entirety of his length into your already wet pussy. He tucks his arms under you, one gripping your shoulder from behind while the other meanders through your hair and he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. He steadily rolls his hips, boring into you hard but slow and you wrap your legs around him to angle yourself just right.

He brings his head up to look into your eyes, not stopping the rhythm of his hips as he ruts into you. Every movement he makes is with great care as if your pleasure is the most important thing at this very moment, and nothing outside of this room exists. The glow of his eyes holds you captive, his gaze is intoxicating.

While keeping his eyes firmly fixed on yours he flips onto his back, bringing you up to straddle him. His cock buries itself deeper with your full weight on him and you tilt your head back with a breathy moan. Pleasure builds in your core as you begin to bounce up and down. His full length fills you and you brace yourself with your hands on his chest tilting forward, his member hits just the right spot. You pick up speed and before you can say anything the dam breaks and you scream out. You fully ride the wave of pleasure to it's completion and shudder at its end. You start lift your self off of him to finish him off with your mouth when he grabs your hips and pulls you back down.

He reaches between your legs and lightly grazes your overstimulated clit with his thumb, causing you to twitch under his touch, spurring you to keep moving on top of him.

"That's it darlin'." He purrs "I wancha ta cum again."

At his insistance you move your body again. Each brush of his finger against your clit sending bolts of overwhelming pleasure through you until you feel yourself teetering on the edge again.

"Coop, so... close..."

He watches your face intently as you Plunge into it, calling out his name. You slow once more as it ebbs away but he's almost there too. He bucks up hard until you feel the heat of his seed spread inside you and he lets out a gutteral moan.

You lay your head on his chest, both panting, exhaustion consuming you. When you've caught your breath you roll off of him and onto your back. He turns on his side and palms your cheek before planting a loving kiss. You smile into the kiss and feel nothing but happiness.

You cuddle into him and he holds you tight for a while, just enjoying the moment.

"Ya know John and I used ta fuck, right?"

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xerotiny · 9 months ago

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Under the Stars, Beyond the Sea. // Guns & Roses #1

(Guns & Roses - Mafia series #1)

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader

Warning: smut, dom!yunho, sub!reader, female!reader, unprotected sex, knife play, dirty talk, and bits of vampirism, etc.

Note: if any of the above-mentioned tags make you feel uncomfortable then please click off :) and this is a little bit of dark.

Side Note: Yeux d'ange means Angel eyes, Yunho's nickname for the reader.

Gist: Yunho is a mafia don and your boyfriend, who recently broke out of prison after 12 years. Dodging cops, he somehow manages to meet you and takes you out on a date, which by the end of it turns into a very sensual night.

Word Count: 7,073

"A dozen red roses," a familiar sound breaks through your ears, grabbing your attention to it. "For my precious lady..."

The deep sultry voice which made your head turn, and your heart flutter belonged to none other than your boyfriend; the one who was apparently counting his days at the city prison. A weird cataclysm one might call it, to be the darling dearest of a wanted mob boss who was filling his sentence for countless homicides, incitements and whatnot. You watch him stand in his all glory under the bruised pink canopy of your storefront, a misshapen smirk stretched on his face with grumbling ill intentions scribbled under it. The man still clad in his prison clothes, must've been too impatient to meet you—his desperation was cute in a way, even enough to forget about the fact that he was a literal escapee.

Jeong Yunho was just the delinquent who had stolen your heart from the very start; the agonising eyes harbouring a blurred shade of red, blending with the brown as perfectly as his innocence does with his devilry. The hazy sunlight makes a breakthrough, cascading over his features to give him a glow of gold. He looked the same, even after those years he spent behind bars.

He takes a step closer to you, diminishing the distance soon enough—without warning, he snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you close. Grinning delightfully, he kisses your lips, as passionate as he could. You could sense it, the long awaiting desire and desperation getting fulfilled by his lips as they drink yours. Resting your hands on his shoulders, you push yourself backwards to break the heated kiss.

"I know you've missed me, but I've got work," you roll your eyes, keeping your tone playful.

He whines, pouting like a child, "a bit harsh for someone who's been away from me for twelve years."

As he whines, he caresses your waist with his fingers and leans back in, tracing his soft lips along your neck and collarbones.

"It's the day after Valentine's—too many guilty boyfriends making up for yesterday with flowers," you chuckle, sliding your hands into his hair, "I make most of my money today."

"So, where would that put me if I were here to make up for all the years I missed valentines?" he teases you a question, pushing his body into yours.

"Something a dozen roses wouldn't suffice," you poke at him, giving him a haughty wink. "Missing twelve years of valentines must redeem itself into something grandeur, right?"

He flashes you a smirk, his fingers trickling down your back to trace the knot of the straps on your apron; with one subtle tug, he undoes the knot and his smirk widens to reveal his imperious intentions. You bring your hands down from his hair to his chest, giving him a light shove, you shake your head and heave out a giggle.

"Nothing but distraction, I've got work."

Even with your lighthearted shove, Yunho did not budge. Instead, he wraps his arms tighter around your waist and pulls you close; leaning in, his lips ghost over yours, a delicate touch flames your skin and soon it engulfs your entire heart. However, the blaring sirens in the background are an exemplary sign of a catastrophe in waiting. Breaking the kiss, as the warmth dissipates into a gust of cold, he pulls back from your embrace and curses under his breath.

"Seems like someone isn't too fond of your escape," you remark, lilting your words.

"We're a match made in hell, Yeux d'ange. Wherever I go, he follows," Yunho mumbles, rolling his eyes as he steps back and glances over his shoulder.

A deserted storefront, a street with only a few people bustling on about, and the loud blaring of sirens; all could harmonise with Yunho's wildly beating heart. As the stars would have it, every bad guy has a good guy chasing him around; Yunho has his own, a rival with a sense of justice and fulfilling his due diligence to the country. Officer Park.

You sigh, patting his chest, "hide in the back, you know it well. I'll handle things with him—it won't be difficult to."

Yunho nods to your instructions and disappears into the store, eventually into your house—the flower store you owned down the west street was a mismatch of your home and the store at the same time. The lower region was the dedicated flower store, and the upper floors were your humble abode. You also had a small backyard laced to the back of your store, where you tended a garden of petite flowers.

It wasn't your first time facing the lawful authorities, you've had had great practice with hiding and repressing your relationship with the crime boss. A black car pulls up in front of your store, red and blue siren wailing in its loudness as two officers get out of the vehicle. And their treading footsteps muffle on the tiled pavement leading to the front of your store, to you.

"I'm assuming you don't need me to give you the context for our slapdash arrival here," one of the two officers remarks, and you know him really well; Park Seonghwa, wearing the most unkindly smile on his face which might even veil his wayward intentions.

"Actually, you really don't." you smirk, continuing, "I can't read your mind, but I believe you're here to seek the escaped prisoner? Sadly, you're looking in the wrong place."

"Let me be the judge of it," he retorts, looking around the storefront, observing the tiny details. "Now, if you excuse me—"

"Come on, Hwa. Do you really think I'd be the first person he'd come to after twelve years?" you cross your arms on your chest and roll your eyes, huffing out your remaining thoughts, "what we had is long gone. Besides, I am pretty sure he's even forgotten about me..."

He doesn't say anything, only looks into your eyes with hesitation and doubt, maybe a tinge of suspicion or satisfaction, you couldn't place your finger on it.

"I'm really sorry about not calling you back after our date, but it wasn't like I forgot to," you pout, your eyes directed up at him in an innocent gaze. "It slipped my mind, with work and all. I'm sure you can forgive me."

"Darling, please," he scoffs, breaking his stare from you, "play those tricks on someone else."

You're about to retaliate against his words when a heavy sounding footsteps approach you two; static murmurs on this man's transceiver while he leans close to Seonghwa and whispers his concerns. This interaction was surely more suspicious than your crass acting and pretension, although, as Seonghwa listens to the said officer, he keeps his eye on you.

As your throat dries out with fright, you stand your ground, swallowing thickly you breathe in deep and try not lose your composure. You were familiar with the other officer as well, the chestnut haired man falling a few inches short to his superior, was none other than Choi Jongho. He had a pretty face, seraphic eyes but your mind could never compare him with Seonghwa's grace—regardless, there ever was only one man you admired, Yunho.

Playing tricks on the officer might cost you if Yunho hears you talk about him as if he was non existent. You couldn't blame yourself, it was the situation you were caught up in.

"Our heartfelt apologies," Jongho begins, "for disturbing you. And causing you inconveniences, ma'am. We'll be off in a minute."

Seonghwa's eyes linger on you, precisely, behind you, at the entrance of your store. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head, offering you a gentle but feigned smile, "sorry to have bothered you. It seems like the rat is hiding elsewhere."

"Then you better hurry, 'cause you don't want the rat to cause you any more trouble, do you?" you scoff.

Seonghwa takes a step closer to you, he leans down to whisper in your ear, his seraphic voice slithering past all your senses. "I've got my eye on you, darling."

With that, he saunters back to his car, the assistant cop in his pursuit. Both of the officers disappear from the front of your store; leaving behind the stench of burning asphalt and smoke. Standing still on your spot, you stare at the series of varied coloured roses lined on the display, having a thought stuck in your head. It wasn't a thought, really, it was more of the cautionary bells ringing in your head to the consequences of Yunho ever eavesdropping on you and Seonghwa's conversation.

And then warning bells go too loud in your head, you gasp, feeling an arm tighten around your waist and a gust of warm breath spread goosebumps on your neck. You did not need to know it twice that it was your very own boyfriend behind you, pushing his body into yours.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, trailing down kisses along your skin, whispering, "you've been quite busy since I was gone, huh?"

You shake your head, wanting to pry his arm off your waist; but nothing prepared you for what happens next. His other hand slides up your chest all the way to your neck, grabbing your throat in its tight grip to choke you.

"Date? Calls? What were you up to?" he grumbles, tightening his hand around your throat.

You suffocate, yearning to engulf a big lug of air. "Yunho, I can—I can explain."

His grip loosens, eventually his hand drops to his side and he steps back, forcing you to face him with a pull on your waist. "Explain."

The intimidating look on his face, along with the grim smirk stretched on his lips, it was a deadly combination, knocking the air out of your lungs. Coughing the suffocation out of your chest, you take a deep breath and ignore the welling tears in your eyes.

"I wanted to keep him distracted while you were away; you know, keep him less suspicious about us."

"And that worked?"

"Well he didn't barge in inside looking for you, otherwise you'd be in cuffs right now getting your ass dragged back to prison."

"Hey, watch your mouth," he rolls his eyes, keeping a stoic face instead of looking intimidating. "It's—you know my jealousy gets the worst of me."

He takes a step closer to mutter his words in your ear, "but, you cheat on me and you won't get to see the better half of me, ever again."

Pulling back, maintaining some distance, he pats both of your shoulders lightly, waking you up to the reality. His threat hadn't left your mind yet, and it could never. Not when he looked like that, dressed in an off white suit without a shirt under it; now it gives you the rough idea of why his right hand man visited you yesterday and dropped off a luggage.

With your mouth open wide, you're trying to reel back from his deep voice threatening you, and the perfect suit covering his toned body.

"I...okay." You manage to spew out, gasping when he grabs your wrist out of nowhere and drags you out of the storefront.

While he does that, you quickly get rid of your apron—not wanting it to ruin your summer dress.

"Like I said, I'm making up for all the lost years—you're getting the best valentines ever."

"Okay," you mumble, muddled in your head about the shift in his personality.

Soon, you find yourself being hurled behind him, your hands still intertwined; the excitement of his was quite evident through the pace of his steps, he was leading you down the street, somewhere. And you felt save. As if, he could take you anywhere and you would follow him without a doubt. His broad back facing you gave you reassurance too, he won't ever let anything happen to you.

The street was devoid of humans, just a hot pavement with the scorching sun amidst dipping down the horizon to let the moon take over. You could see dispersed crowd in stores, shopping, surfing, in cafes eating. Both of you turn a corner, and Yunho stops midstep, making you crash against his back.

"God, not now," he groans under his breath.

"What now?" you whine, rubbing your forehead after the collision.

"Rozzers. Twelve o clock."

You lean away from his back and peer over, finding the cop car being parked in front of a coffee place; but there was no sign of either of the officers. But soon, even that gets you riled when you catch a glimpse of them walking out, coffee cups in their hands, while being engaged in a conversation. It all passes like a blur for you; the subtle eye contact with Seonghwa, the gentle tug on your hand, and you being pulled into the adjacent alleyway by Yunho.

Yunho hugs you close, both hands around your waist and his face inches away.

"Do you think he saw us?" you question, whispering in a low voice.

"I can't tell you that," he whispers back, leaning closer and closer until your lips grazed against each other. "But I believe if we..." he trails, looking down at your lips, "we might be able to get rid of him. Just follow my lead."

With his words still echoing in your head, he puts his lips on yours; the kiss, at first being a mere touch of lips, soon escalates into a ferocious mouth-sucking session. Yunho pushes his body against the wall behind you, then pushing himself into you, feeling every curve of your body meld with his. You drag your hands across his back to his shoulders, wanting to hold onto his for the support.

His body rattles against you, slotting himself perfectly between your legs as he pulls you up—you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and moan into the kiss. Hugging his shoulders, you push yourself closer to him, while he supports your body against the wall and him by holding your waist.

The slickness of his tongue soon joins the tenderness of your lips, eventually, dragging it across to implore the wetness of your mouth. His tongue coils around yours, feeling the warmth. Even if you were breathless, you didn't want to pull back from him, didn't want this kiss to end which took you all the way to paradise and aroused you. For how his lips were continuing, you could certainly feel your cunt drip with wetness, ruining your panties.

Too dazed kissing and exploring each other's mouths, you fail to notice the ascending footsteps resounding around. The cops were in your vicinity, but neither of you were bothered enough; until you heard Seonghwa make a comment.

"Geez, adults these days," he turns to his assistant, Jongho. "Hey, I'm going to need the two of you to step back from the wall...and stop kissing."

The judgemental tone of his was crystal clear to both of your ears, but neither of you were fazed enough to actually oblige to him. You keep kissing Yunho, while Yunho does the same; devouring your mouth as if he's going to find a treat down your throat with his tongue.

"Not today, no, you can't be testing my patience today." Seonghwa pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, infuriated. "I'm not up for this at the moment, let's go. We were probably hallucinating from too much stress. It could be anyone else but him."

And with that the footsteps descend into complete silence, while the alleyway only reverberated of your smooching and moans. When Yunho thought it was safe to pull back, he breaks apart from the kiss, breathlessly resting his forehead on top of yours.

"Oooh, that was certainly thrilling," you muse, tracing a smile on your plump and wet lips.

Yunho sets you down on your wobbly feet, he then holds your hand and intertwines your fingers, "hmm, I know. Every second of my life is repleted with buzz. So, you're welcome."

You roll your eyes, "I'm assuming this late v-day surprise is also something filled with rush?"

"You'll see when we get there."

After taking a quick detour from the street, you found yourself in one of Yunho's hideout downtown; there he grabbed one of his cars and the two of you drove off to the designated place. The sudden change from city lights to overgrown trees of the forest, you started doubting Yunho's intentions altogether. But rather than voicing your concerns, you let this whole thing pan out, wondering what he really had in store for you.

Time rushes by, dawning the day with a pretty sunset over the cerulean waters; the road you were driving down, curves along the coast, seeming a fiery pit of lava, the sea makes the sun disappear. You were hit with the moisture laden air, the undertones of salt circulating in the breeze. You were aware of the place, the similar sensation knowing what laid behind the thick cloak of darkness, on the cliff of the sea, under the million stars of glimmer.

An old observatory.

The tattered observatory had been on your list for quite a while now, you wanted to spend a good time with Yunho there, talk about your future together. It was finally coming true, the moment you've been keeping in your reverie for a long time.

Yunho parks his car in front of the observatory, as moon shines through the cloudless sky and perpetuates around the broken bricks of the building. He helps you out of the car and holds your hand till you're inside the abandoned building—a part of the dome fallen in, cracked, leaving behind a big space to peruse the sky. It didn't have a telescope, the auditorium was clustered with cobwebs and creepers.

He guides you carefully around the rubble, right under the collapsed dome; for you, the setting had already been done. A thin mattress, yet comfortable, countless pillows, roses laid down on the mattress, a bottle of wine and two glasses to go with it, and an exquisite looking meal under clear cloches. Candles surrounded the mattress, burning with a warm haze as the teasing wind blew through them. Yunho helps you down on the mattress. And the two of you are lost in the beauty of sky, the glimmering stars, the striking moon percolating its moonshine.

"When we first met, not that it was a very pleasant meet, but during that stay of mine, I kind of read your diary." He trails, following his words with a soft chuckle, "and, as clear as it is, I did invade your privacy although, we're together now—so, I wanted you to cross one thing off that list of yours. And here we are?"

He smiles down at you, draping his around your shoulder to pull you closer to him; while you rest your head on his chest and wrap both your arms around his back and on his chest. Snuggling into his warm chest, you melt into his embrace.

Having a teasing sense of mind, you push back slightly to smirk at him devilishly. "You read my diary? That is unacceptable. You can't read my diary."

"Hey, it wasn't my fault you left it open on your desk—okay, I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have but I really liked you then..."

As he is defending himself, you roll your eyes, "and you thought maybe going through my personal diary might give you tips on how to impress me?"

"A little."

"You're impossible."

You shake your head at his silliness.

"I never required any help in impressing women before I met you, you were difficult to." He confesses, fondly grazing his eyes over your face. "For some reasons I couldn't outright profess I was a mafia don, could I? And do women even find that attractive?"

"Well," you pout and shrug, "if the boss man is as hunky and appealing as you, then I think they would. But in all, it depends."

"Depends on?"

"The women." You mumble, resting your head back on his chest.

"So..."

"So...?"

"So, do you find me, or better if I rephrase it, would you have found it attractive if I had divulged in the past and said I was a mafia don?"

An affectionate smile stretches your lips in sheer bewilderment, and for the fact that he still thinks about the first time you two met.

"Of course, I would. I think even without the knowledge of it, I would've still loved to spend my life with you."

"Life?" he cocks his eyebrow at you, inciting an reaction from you.

"I meant time. Time! I would've loved to spend my time with you..."

"Come on, you said life." he provokes you even more after catching the glimpse of your cherry red cheeks. "Do you...is this the long awaited confession I had been yearning to hear?"

"Oh, shut up, you," you snap playfully, smacking his chest, "I know what I said, do what you must with what you heard."

His smile dwells deep within his cheeks and he leans in to press his lips against yours in a delicate expression of his devotion.

"Life without you, is like a sky without the sun or the moon or the stars."

"That's cheesy."

"But it's true." he shrugs, continuing, "spending twelve years apart, it wasn't easy. It just went on to make me realise how much I needed you in my life. Getting used to you was probably the best decision of my entire existence—'cause..." dragging his words, he sighs, "you're the bane to my soul, but in a positive light. The apple of my eye."

"Okay, Mr. Chummy. It isn't really Valentine's Day. So, stop being so romantic and silly; it's making me want to smooch the heck out of your face." You comment, lightly shoving him back and staring at the scintillating dishes of food under the translucent cloches.

"For me it is," he whispers under his breath and shakes his head. "And no one's stopping you from 'smooching the heck out of my face'."

He easily flusters you with his fingers air quoting your words. Your stomach does a little flip inside listening to him, the heat crawling up from your gut to your ears, to your face as you get full of urge to hide it from you.

"Let's eat first." you prop open one of the cloches with its inside having condensed vapours from the hot food. "Who helped you in setting up all this?"

You quirk your brow at him, handing him the dish in your hand as you pick the other one.

"Hongjoong," he mumbles, looking around for cutlery and once spotting it, he takes the knife and fork in his hands. "Can always and only rely on him with these things—and other stuff which involves your safety. But yeah, I asked him to set this up for us when I was breaking out from the prison."

"You're crazy to have managed to pull both of these off," you quip, admiring the sizzling hot piece of steak in your plate. "The food is still hot, so I assume the timing had to be spot on."

"You know it."

The two of you enjoy the heavenly meal of steak and wine, ever so frequently engaging in a lighthearted conversation about each of your lives being away from each other. Yunho tried to keep the conversation, keeping it devoid of any emotional distress which would cause you upon realising how many years you missed out from each other's lives. Although, to your knowledge, he hadn't discerned your thoughts yet, 'cause he had already painted you blue. Your heart sank every time he brought up his prison years, how his days were following a seemingly vapid schedule unless any prisoners had a luck picking fight with him; listening to him talk about it with a hushed voice brought unwanted distraught to your mind.

Regardless of the melancholy conversation and reminisces of his prison life, he still braved to put a smile on his face and speak to you with utmost affection. In the meantime, you two had licked your plates clean. Noticing your now empty plates, you direct yourself to the open dome of the observatory, a patch of night sky shining through with clusters of stars and a lone moon.

You snuggle to his side, wrapping your arms around him to embrace his warmth; resting your head on his shoulder, you mumble against the cold breezes flowing through and through.

"It's so pretty up there."

"Hmm...?" he hums in a way as if he was lost in some deep thought. "Of course, it does." He mumbles, "and it seems even more beguiling with you by my side. A scene like this should be luxuriated in with your lover's presence, right?"

You hum along too, feeling his arms entangle your body with his. "Maybe the stars are shining their brightest because two lovers are back together again."

"There's no doubt about it," he kisses your temple, moving his arms about your body to pull you in his lap. "Like Vega and Altair, the star crossed lovers. We are star crossed lovers, aren't we?"

"And as their story goes, we'll be forever together, even in heaven."

He holds you by your waist as you straddle him, smiling giddily as your arms find their way around his neck. Sliding his hands up your thighs, and then under your fleeting dress, he leans in close to gently press his lips against yours at first. And then a sentiment snaps in his chest, making him move his lips in an instant, devouring your mouth with his. The caressing touches of his fingers graze your skin, fluttering further up your thighs as your dress gets lifted up till your waist.

The longer his lips stayed on yours, the sloppier the kiss got; he would breathe out ever so exasperatedly and you giggle softly at the way it tickled your cheeks. You hold his neck to deepen the kiss further away into the pleasure you dared to seek. Your fingers lay delicate on the nape, playing with his silky strands of hair as you pressed your body into his.

Under your dress, his hands roamed, inflaming your skin as if the fire of his desire was engulfing you whole with every caress, with every touch, with every push of his fingertip.

He breaks the kiss, but lets his lips hover over yours, "you're driving me crazy right now." Breathlessly he mutters, and dips his head back into the broken kiss.

Lapping his lips, his tongue pokes at yours while he grips your thighs tight enough for you to gasp, which gives him the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues rubbed against each other and his, threatened to dwell deep in your throat. Well confined in the depths of pleasure, you felt yourself get aroused and it drenched your panties all too soon. Unable to contain yourself, you start grinding yourself onto him, realising he was getting bothered too—his hardened cock was rubbing right against your cunt and that was enough to tip you off the edge.

You moan, the vile sound getting absorbed into the kiss; he trails his lips down your chin, pressing gentle but wet and open mouth kisses along your neck.

He heaves out a titter, "can't even wait for a little, can you?"

"Because...because—fuck," you groan under your breath, ratting your hips with his at a placidly steady pace. "You were gone—needed you...please."

There it goes, your ability to form sentences; you were just a whining mess as his mouth sucked and teased bruises on your skin. Those love bites were going to be pretty evident tomorrow. Tracing your hands down his back, you trickle your fingers up to the front and unbutton the coat he draped over his chest.

"Not so easily," he tuts you, flipping you over to the side to lay you down on the mattress.

With his knees trapping you under him, he straightens up and takes his coat off; leaving his top half bare for you to drool on. There laid scars, scathing wounds of pride and glory, and deep cuts which left nasty marks—Yunho's body had a lot of pain hidden it and he tried to conceal it with ink. Tattoos littered his porcelain skin, standing out more so—Yunho throws his coat to the side, not caring where it lands and leans over to capture your lips in a bloodthirsty kiss. His teeth sink into your lower lip, biting hard until it bled into his mouth.

He pulls back, not an inch of concern shining in his darkened eyes, "I don't feel comfortable with you being friendly around Seonghwa. Call it jealousy or whatever, but I can't come to terms with you two getting along."

"Are you jealous?" you scoff, teasingly tracing your hands up his arms to his shoulders. "Awww, is my baby jealous of me being with other men?"

He pulls your hands away from his shoulders and pins them above your head by grabbing both of your wrists in one hand. Lowering himself close to your face, he breathes out, "don't test me, Yeux d'ange. You won't like that."

"And what if I did?"

"Then lord have mercy on you."

He dips his head into your neck, letting teeth sink in deep—he bites sharply, piercing your skin in a gentle manner to make you bleed again. Licking past the several drops of blood which dribbled down your neck, he traces his blood-stained lips down to your collarbones. All while, his grip on your wrists tightens, not giving you any chance to escape his ways.

Straightening himself up again, he cups your face, gingerly grazing his thumb over your bleeding lip; his ebony hair is disheveled, and his eyes read a sadistic light. His lips stretch into a knowing smirk, as he reaches back to his waist to bring out a 5-inch blade. The tip of the Damascus steel glints under the moonlight telling you of its sharpness. You gulp thickly at the sight of it, staring edge of the untrained blade. You were what crazy idea he had in his mind, but that was solely him—he had his way of riling you up and you were okay with it. Consensual love was the most attractive thing on a man.

You let out a bewildered gasp as the tip of the blade traces along the under of your jaw and then down your neck.

"Don't move," he warns you, slithering the tip of dagger past your collarbones to the petite straps of your dress.

The knife slices it off perfectly, as the sound of it tearing harmonises with your breathy groan. He does the same with the other side, letting the cut straps of your dress slip off your shoulders. Your hands still in his grip, pinned above your head, struggle to get out; you wanted to touch him, feel his warm skin on your skin. After all the years of staying apart, you were sexually frustrated and having him right in front of you now yet you're unable to touch, was definitely the worst kind of torture he could inflict on you.

"Are you worried I'll cut you?"

You shake your head, negating his said words. Instead you whine. You whine in a needy and desperate manner, wanting him to let you touch him.

"Are you whiny because I'm not letting you touch me?"

You shake your head, agreeing this time.

"Babe, use your words. You haven't lost the ability to speak, right?" he states so matter of factly, catching you off guard when he slides the blade to the side of your dress.

"I want to touch you," you mumble, containing your anticipation as he cuts the side of your dress.

He was going to leave your dress in tattered pieces of fabric if he keeps going. On a side note, you didn't mind it.

"Aww," he coos, "that's not going to happen."

Ending his words with a playful laugh, he puts the knife aside and tears the front of your dress with his brute force. You were aware of his strength, this wasn't anything new to you; but what was, was that he used the torn piece of your dress to bind your wrists above your head. He still used one of his hand to hold them down, however now your movements were limited. A gust cold wind makes you shiver as your chest lays bare in front of him; he breaks into a knowing smile, teasing you.

"No bra?" he inquisitively asks, running the tip of the blade on your chest.

"I—I didn't want to wear it—ugh," you try to make your words coherent to him, but he was pushing the blade down on your skin, tracing lines along your tits with its cold tip.

"That's completely your choice, if I'm being honest, but I do prefer you without it."

He smiles down at you, pressing the blade just enough, under one of your tits, to make you bleed. Guiding it up to your sternum, he does the same, pressing gently to make a long cut in the centre. His eyes shine when he looks at you, at your cuts, as if he was admiring them—and he keeps going. You felt nothing but light stinging wherever he ran the blade to cut your skin, it was stirring up weird kind of excitement in you, wanting for him to do all other things unimaginable; a minute or two later, he straightens up. Throwing the blade far off from the two of you, he purses his lips together and seems proud of what he had done to you.

You were curious for various reasons: one, the valley of your chest was starting to sting like a bitch because of the cold air, two, the wild and hungry look on Yunho's face was driving you off the edge and three, the cold sensation of the blade cutting you, was arousing your cunt, you were sure you were dripping in your panties. So, having no choice, you tilt your head down to get at least a small glimpse of what he had done to you.

But, Yunho catches you off with the click of his tongue. "Nuh-uh, you'll get a chance to see my artwork. For now..."

Dragging his words to a whisper, he lets go of your hands and buries his head in your neck. While you straighten yourself to hug his shoulders and run your hands up and down his back.

"Yunho, stop teasing me..." you mumble near his ear, as his teeth sink and mouth sucks bruises all over your neck and chest.

"I may not show it, Yeux d'ange, but I'm insanely furious at you for trying to get along with Seonghwa," he pulls back from your neck, grunting as his chest rumbles. "I can't have him sharing you with me. I can't have you giving him the attention only I deserve...you got it?"

You nod, which Yunho doesn't find too appealing and presses his fingers down on your cuts to make them bleed out more.

"Words."

"I won't ever—I won't ever give him my attention—I won't—he doesn't—I only want you."

The mumbling mess that you were, was a clear indication to Yunho that you needed him bad.

He chortles and shakes his head at you, finding it equally endearing and satisfying that you were a complete mess for him. Wasting no time in ridding you of 'the remaining' of your dress, he lays you down comfortably on the mattress. Straddling your waist again, he tells you to keep his bound hands over your head; you oblige, bucking your hips into his to feel anything.

Heaving out another laugh at your desperate self, he hastily pulls at his pants, pulling his briefs down as well. He was naked in all his glory, and you missed it; twelve years of having countless appointments with your fingers, dildos, vibrators and what not, but none of that could replace the pleasure he gave you. You look at him, almost drooling at his cock and how hard he was under his trousers.

Taking up on your thirsty eyes, he rolls his eyes, "I know, I know, you've missed me a lot. So, I'll just get to the point."

In mere seconds, he pulls your drenched panties off too and without giving you any warning, he aligns himself and pushes the tip of his cock past your wet and slick folds. You gasp, and breathe through open mouth; you weren't used to having something so big and thick stuffed in you, and his size was no joke—and the fact he didn't give you any time to adjust to him, it was maddening you with pain and pleasure. He supports himself by planting both of his arms on either side of your face. Starting off with a few sloppy and halfhearted thrusts, he soon finds his rhythm and a steady pace to pound into you. You mewl the moment his cock plunges deep into you, hitting in all the right places; Yunho ruts his hips into yours, going in deeper than before.

"Yunho, oh god..." you moan, as he hits your sweet spot over and over.

Hiding your face behind your tied hands, you let out a sweet string of moans, feeling your chest convulse, and your stomach tie itself in a knot as his thrusts get ruthless and animalistic. He straightens his back and drags his hands to your thighs, supporting the underside, he raises your legs up and your back arches off the mattress—this was an even better angle to fuck you better.

"You've been keeping yourself tight for me?" he grunts, thrusting deep into you, "you've been wanting—" a groan trapped in his chest interrupts as he bucks his hips into yours at an alarming speed—"you've been wanting me to fuck you loose, right? This little cunt can't wait till it's stuffed with my cock...isn't it..."

"Yun...!" you whimper, "Yun—please—please—go slow—fuck."

He was driving you to your climax, the animalistic way of snapping his hips to a certain tempo, the way of him angling himself in such a position that he hits you, fucks you deep. Your walls clench around him, tightly and a knot forms itself in the pit of your stomach. You were so close but it was starting to get painful when he slows himself upon feeling you clench around him.

"Not—not so—so soon, Yeux d'ange," he mumbles, smirking. "I've got you to myself after twelve years, you can hold—you can hold it till I say so."

You couldn't contain in it anymore, dragging your tied up hands to your mouth and biting down on the piece of your dress which was used to bind them together. You bite hard on it, going insane the moment Yunho grabs your thighs and wraps your legs around his waist; he was directly pounding into you, his cock reaching places you weren't sure it would. The tension builds in your stomach, the knot becoming tight and loose with his every thrust—it would be unlikely for you to even think, but you could feel the tip of his cock in your lower abdomen.

For what continued for more than an hour, soon comes to its conclusion. Yunho's thrusts were staring to falter, he was slowing down but was still going in deep; however, his cock was throbbing in you, twitching even more so as clenched and unclenched around him. The blinding tension was back in your stomach, your guts knotting themselves upon feeling it tighten and intensify—he hadn't shown you any mercy before and he wasn't doing it now either. Yunho had untied your hands a few minutes before, giving you the freedom to hold onto his shoulders as he nailed you.

"So close..." you wince at the numbing sensation in your body.

"Me too, baby. Me too."

Sensing your walls tauten around his cock, he picks up his pace and goes all in; a few more deep and fast thrusts and you're giving into the urge of coming undone. You brace yourself once your body gives up to the sense of pleasure, your climax hitting you like a bucket of ice cold water. Breathing uncontrollably, your chest rises and falls, chasing the feeling of ease when your arousal flows down your thighs.

Yunho's body starts to relax, his hips snap with concise movements and with one harsh and vehement thrust, he reaches his high. The warmth of his cum drenches your cunt, and as he rides out the overwhelming climax with soft thrusts, he pulls out. A few drops of his cum dribble down your hole and stain your inner thighs; Yunho is quick to wipe his mess with his handkerchief before he lays down on the mattress next to you.

Your sweaty bodies were entangled together; Yunho's arms around you and your head resting on his chest. His fingers rubbed circles on your arm and back, comforting you from your session. You two were equally breathless to say anything, too fucked to come up with words to express your love and for all that had been done, no sound was required to describe how much you loved him. And vice verse.

Regardless, Yunho initiates in a low voice, "that was..."

"Great? The best sex you've ever had? Delightful?" you instigate, breathless.

"The best sex I've ever had." he chuckles, "maybe it's because I've been away from you, but today's sex definitely tops all other times."

"I'm glad..." as your ecstasy dwindles down, reality sinks into your head and body; the cuts he made on your body start stinging immensely and the way your body rubbed against his wasn't helping either. "Ouch—fuck, Yunho, what did you do...? My chest..."

"Oh," he deadpans, "I inscribed my name on your skin."

"Whoever dares to lay their eyes on you, must know who you belong to."

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Never Have I Ever

Chapter 19 - Date Night

Book- TRR

Series- Never Have I Ever

Pairings- Bertrand x MC

Chapter Synopsis- Bertrand and Savannah go on their date.

Chapter Warnings- language, drinking, mentions of drug use, mentions of sex, sensuality

Rating - Mature

Word Count- 3,600

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Chapter 19 - Date Night

Bertrand awoke early the following morning to a musical knock at his bedroom door. He checked the clock with bleary eyes before calling out, “Come in, Maxwell.” Bertrand sat up and rubbed his hands down his face. What in the world would make Maxwell wake up this early? Bertrand’s 6 a.m. alarm hadn’t even gone off yet.

“Hey, heeey!” Max chirped as he strutted inside, looking around the room curiously. “Uh.. anyone in here with you?”

Bertrand straightened his posture, trying to appear completely oblivious. “Why would anyone be in here with me?”

“Umm, no reason. Just asking.”

“Why are you up so early? Is everything alright?” Bertrand slid his feet into his camel brown, suede slippers and stretched his arms overhead while he watched his younger brother curiously.

Max fidgeted with his hands the way he always did when he had something on his mind that he didn’t want to say aloud. Growing up, this was usually a tell that he had done something wrong. “I was just gonna ask what you had planned for the day.”

Bertrand arched an eyebrow and shuffled past his brother toward his adjoining bathroom. “I have a meeting scheduled this afternoon with our financial advisor, another right after with the head of housekeeping, and a personal engagement this evening for dinner.”

Maxwell sighed, watching his brother brush his teeth. “A personal engagement? Does that mean you’re still going out with Savannah tonight?!”

Bertrand paused his brushing for a beat and glanced at Maxwell’s reflection behind him in the mirror. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Fucking hell..” Maxwell muttered under his breath, and stalked back into the bedroom, dropping down onto Bertrand’s bed face first. “I can’t even with this idiot.” Maxwell quietly mocked Bertrand’s comment, “‘Why wouldn’t I?’ Because I’m an oblivious dumb ass.”

Bertrand emerged a moment later, still baffled by his brother’s strange behavior. He poked him in the leg with his slipper. “What is the matter with you? Are you unwell?”

Max blew out a long breath and jumped up, taking his brother by the shoulders. “Bertrand, you know I love you, and I have nothing but the utmost respect for you. You’re a smart guy. All I’m going to say is please, please reconsider going on this date. Maybe.. go hang out with Riley instead.”

Bertrand swallowed hard, hoping he wasn’t blushing at the mere mention of Riley’s name. “I don’t understand. I thought you liked Savannah.”

“Honestly, as a person, she's meh at best.” Max shook his head, “But I could put that aside if you two were actually in love.”

“Maxwell, that’s a very impertinent thing to say.”

“She’s not the one, bro. She’s not right for you.”

“How do you know that? We always seem so compatible-”

"Compatible with you, or with who you think you're supposed to be? You know what? Go out with Savannah tonight,” Max suggested. “But while you’re out with her, I want you to really look at her. Really pay attention to who she is as a person. Her personality, her sense of humor, her likes and dislikes. And while you’re doing that, I want you to ask yourself if she's really right for you.”

Before Bertrand could respond, Maxwell gave him a clap on the back and headed out the door, but not before winking and saying, “Just think about it.”

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Bertrand hadn’t seen or heard from Riley the entire day, and each hour that passed, made him a little more sick to his stomach. She didn’t join the rest of the court for breakfast or lunch. Maybe it was his fault. Maybe she didn’t want to see him. Maybe she was upset with him for taking things too far last night. Maybe he misread the situation entirely.

That evening, before he could think better of it, Bertrand found himself outside of Riley’s bedroom door with his heart thrumming in his chest. He raised his hand and let it drop several times before finally rapping softly against her door.

She cracked it open slightly, her emerald eyes widening as she focused on his face. “Bert!”

“Riley!” He smiled brightly, thankful that she was ok. “May I come in?”

“Uh.. Sure.” She stepped aside and he slowly entered, taking in her appearance. She was wearing a white tank top and plaid pajama pants and her eyes were slightly puffy and rimmed red. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun and she smoothed out her rumpled clothes, looking uncomfortable under his gaze.

“Are you alright?” He asked as he looked her over, growing increasingly concerned.

She crossed her arms over her chest, glancing at her reflection in the mirror. “I’m fine.”

There was no way she was fine. Bertrand stepped closer, fighting the urge to touch her. To brush her hair behind her ear. To take her in his arms and hold her. His heart hurt seeing her this way. “You haven't been.. crying, have you?”

She turned away and cleared her throat. “No.”

He stepped closer. “Did something happen? Are you hurt? Are you sick?” His stomach turned as he dared to ask, “Is this because of what happened between us last night?”

Riley took a deep breath and responded quietly, “No.”

“Are you upset with.. with me?”

Riley shook her head and turned around to face him with a sad but honest smile. “I’m not upset with you, Bert.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. I’m not sick, I’m not hurt, I’m not upset with you, I’m not pregnant, I’m not-”

“Preg-? P-pregnant?!”

She shrugged, “I thought that might be your next question.”

“Dear God, I hadn’t even thought about that.” His legs were suddenly wobbly and he braced himself against the wall.

“Well, you don’t have to, because I’m not.”

The two stood awkwardly in front of one another, neither knowing what to say. Riley spoke first, “What are you doing here?”

“I was going to ask you the same question. No one has seen you all day, and I wanted to see if you were alright.”

She smiled slightly. “You were worried about me?”

Bertrand nodded, “Yes, of course. And Maxwell insisted that I speak with you before my date.”

Her face dropped and her entire demeanor turned icy. “Ah. So you’re here because Max sent you.”

“Well, no.. not exactly..”

Riley turned and waved him away, “I’ll see you tomorrow. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take a nap.”

“A nap? It’s 5:30 in the evening.”

“So?” She snapped as she dropped down onto her unmade bed.

Bertrand had never seen her so cold. “Um.. Well.. Can I have dinner brought up for you? You need to eat.”

“I’m not hungry. Enjoy your date.”

He started for the door, stomach twisting into knots. His date. “Can I ask you something?”

She sighed and turned to face him, her expression softening slightly. “You know you can ask me anything.”

He paused, trying to think of any excuse to stay with her for a few more moments. “Can I.. have one of your gummies for tonight?”

She couldn’t help but chuckle, and Bertrand’s heart warmed instantly at the sound. “Bert, don't tell me you wanna get high tonight, of all nights!”

He shrugged, “It might help me get through this date.”

“Get through it?”

Riley raised her eyebrows in amusement and Bertrand stammered, “Wait! Wait, that is not what I meant! I mean, it’s not like I don't want to go!”

Riley laughed and rummaged through her suitcase before handing him a gummy. “Here. Remember it takes a little while to kick in.”

“Thank you.” Bertrand held her hand with his own for a moment and their eyes met, before Riley turned away.

“Can you turn the light off on your way out?” She asked, then crawled back into bed and clicked on the TV.

Bertrand nodded and flipped off the light switch, making his way out of her bedroom to prepare for his date, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do.

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Bertrand smiled cordially as he watched Savannah make her way down house Beaumont’s grand staircase toward him. Her cream colored, satin blouse was unbuttoned slightly to reveal a diamond and sapphire necklace, and her navy, tweed, pencil skirt stopped just above her knees. A pair of high black pumps adorned her feet and her perfectly coiffed, chestnut brown hair rested on her shoulders. He held out his hand to help her down the last step. “Good evening, Lady Savannah.”

“Good evening, Your Grace.” She accepted his hand with her perfectly manicured french tip nails resting atop his skin.

Bertrand stepped back and smiled slightly. “Perhaps we could forgo our titles this evening? I don’t suppose we need to be so formal.”

Savannah looked taken aback. “Who are you and what have you done with Duke Bertrand Beaumont? Besides, I love hearing you call me ‘lady’.” She touched his arm, fingernails skimming across the sleeve of his white oxford and onto the exposed skin on his wrist. “The only thing I’d like better is hearing you call me ‘duchess’.”

Bertrand turned away and cleared his throat loudly, “Yes, well.. I suppose we should go. It appears the car is ready.”

He slid into the back seat after Savannah and she smiled demurely. “So where is this mysterious spot you’re taking me for our date?”

Bertrand shifted toward her, brimming with pride. “It was going to be a surprise, but I suppose it’s alright to tell you now since we’re already on our way. We’re going dancing.”

He waited for her elated reaction, but her entire face dropped. “Wait.. dancing? You told me this date was more informal. I’m not dressed for ballroom dancing!”

He grinned, “No, no! We’re going to a nightclub! I wanted to take you somewhere fun and.. and normal where we could relax and get to know each other better.”

Savannah stared at Bertrand for a moment before throwing her head back and laughing hysterically. “Oh Bertrand! You had me going for a while! Who knew you had a sense of humor?! Duke Bertrand Beaumont taking me to a dirty nightclub!”

He forced out a chuckle before quickly sending the driver a text to stop at Savannah’s favorite Italian restaurant instead, hoping and praying that they could get a table ready quickly so she wouldn’t know this wasn’t part of the plan. So much for dancing.

Savannah sat down at their usual table with a grin. She took Bertrand’s hand and smiled at the waiter before speaking loudly. “Thank you, sir. The Duke and I would love to start off with a bottle of your finest champagne. This is a very special occasion, isn't it dearest?”

Bertrand felt the curious gazes and whispers of every patron in the entire restaurant fall on him and he smiled politely. “Er, right.”

Savannah looked up at the waiter once more and raised her eyebrows impatiently. “That will be all for now.”

“Yes ma'am.” The man scurried away toward the kitchen.

She faced Bertrand and rolled her eyes, “Well, he’s clearly new. He didn’t even recognize us!”

Bertrand looked down at the menu, avoiding the stares from people around him, but most especially the woman in front of him. Maxwell's earlier advice echoed in his mind. Really pay attention to who she is as a person. Ask yourself if she's really right for you.

Had Savannah always been so.. Supercilious?

Bertrand tried to stop himself, but couldn’t help chuckling as he recalled the first time Riley heard him use that word.

He was seated across from Riley at the kitchen table, having one of their daily lessons over lunch. Bertrand used the term supercilious to describe a certain Earl at court.

“Super sillyous? That’s like when something goes beyond silly and hits that extra silly mark, right?” Riley joked as she took a bite of the strawberry pie she had made that morning.

Bertrand furrowed his brow, “absolutely not!”

Riley leaned across the table toward him, “Yes it is! See, I’ll use it in a sentence.” She took a dollop of whip cream and dabbed it on his cheek. “Bertrand looks 'super sillyous' with whip cream on his face.”

Bertrand’s mouth fell open, “You.. you did not just do that!”

“Oh I do believe I did! What are you going to do about it?”

Bertrand was still frozen in shock at the sheer audacity of this woman, when she made her way over to his side of the table. “Oh don’t worry, I’ll clean it up.” She leaned toward him, cupping his face, and he felt the warmth of her tongue against his cheek as she licked the cool whip cream from his skin.

“Riley!” He gasped and she smiled as she wiped the rest off with her thumb.

“There. All better.”

“What’s so funny?” Savannah asked as she smoothed and primped her hair while she watched herself on her phone.

“Oh,” Bertrand smiled softly. “I was just thinking of something amusing that Riley said. It’s nothing.”

Savannah’s brow furrowed and she picked up her menu. “Riley, huh?” Bertrand kept quiet while Savannah tapped her nails against the menu. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something about her..” Bertrand’s heart sped up and his palms began to sweat as Savannah continued. “What do you think of her becoming queen? Honestly.”

“Oh,” Bertrand breathed a sigh of relief. “Well, I believe she would make an excellent queen. She’s been training night and day, and even though it’s only been a few months, she’s very well versed in the matters of court. Riley is smart. She picks up on things quickly. She’s social and polite, and good at reading people. She’s truly a remarkable person.”

Savannah glared at Bertrand while the waiter poured them a glass of champagne. She took a long sip, before replying, “Well, I think she’s kind of a bitch.”

“W-what?” Bertrand reeled back. “Why would you say that?!”

Savannah glanced away nonchalantly, “I’m very good at reading people, and I just get a weird vibe from her. I mean, how well do you really know her? She could be trying to get with Liam because of his money and fame! She could be stealing from you as we speak! And who just abandons their current life and goes with someone they just met to a foreign country? Was she homeless or something? Maybe a drug dealer on the run?”

Bertrand was completely dumbfounded. “Savannah.. How could you even say those things?”

“I’m not the only one! Surely you’ve heard what people are saying about her! I’m just worried about House Beaumont’s reputation, for your sake. You know I care about you.”

Bertrand’s mind flashed back to when he and Riley were in the club together and that flirty woman called her a bitch. Riley told him it happened all the time but he didn’t believe it. How could anyone insult her? She was wonderful! His blood boiled, but he took a calming breath before addressing Savannah.

“Lady Savannah, I will ask you not to speak ill of Riley in front of me. She is a very kind person who has been through a lot. She has been nothing short of amazing in the time I’ve known her and I consider her my friend.”

“Amazing?” Savannah finished the rest of the champagne in her glass before fixing him with a stern look. “Bertrand, is there something you want to tell me?”

He felt his face flush, “N-no! I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

Savannah leaned forward and lowered her voice, “Why are you always so quick to defend her? And not only that, you’re gushing about how ‘amazing’ she is! I’ve never heard you talk that way about anyone before!”

Bertrand stammered, “I-I’m her sponsor! Of course I’m saying nice things about her.”

Savannah searched his face with a scowl, “If you say so. I just wonder if-”

The waiter returned, interrupting their conversation. “Are you ready to order now, my Lady? Your Grace?”

“Oh, thank God,” Bertrand muttered, and quickly corrected himself, “I mean, yes. Yes we are.”

The rest of their dinner passed at an agonizing pace. Bertrand managed to acquire two last minute tickets to a ballet being performed at a local theater, and Savannah was less than impressed with their seats in the upper balcony next to the emergency exit.

The ride back to the Beaumont estate was a quiet one. Bertrand checked his phone for any new texts from Riley, but unfortunately there were none. He sent her a quick, “How are you feeling?” message, praying that she would respond. While he waited, he scrolled back to read some of their most recent messages in the chat and smiled to himself.

“Who are you texting?” Savannah muttered, reading over his shoulder and Bertrand fumbled the phone onto the floorboard.

“Jesus!” He yelped, throwing a hand over his heart. “I apologize, Savannah. I mean, Lady Savannah. You just started me, that’s all.”

“Texting Riley?” She asked flatly.

“She isn’t feeling well. I just wanted to check on her, but I suppose she went to sleep.”

Savannah nodded and slipped her hand into his, and Bertrand reluctantly returned her grip.

Bertrand walked Savannah to her bedroom door and paused outside, thankful that the night was finally over. “Goodnight, Lady Savannah.”

She ran her hand down his arm and smiled. “Goodnight already? It’s still early. Come inside my room for a nightcap at least.”

His stomach twisted and he backed up, “Oh, I really shouldn’t. It wouldn’t be proper for us to be in your bedroom alone.”

She took his hand and pulled him forward with a smirk. “Come on.. It’s just a drink. Just one?”

Bertrand reluctantly followed her and stifled a gasp when he saw the state of her bedroom. Half melted, ivory candles lit the room and red rose petals were spread out across the bed. “Dear God, no,” he whispered to himself while Savannah made her way to the drink cart in the corner.

“You still like Glenlivet, right?” She asked while she opened the 18 year old bottle.

“Oh. Yes.”

“Have a seat.” She gestured at the bed, but he sat in a chair by the door.

Bertrand took several deep breaths while he assessed the situation. He was in Savannah's room alone.. with candles. So many candles. Thankfully the entire estate hadn’t burned down while they were left unattended. She had clearly planned for something romantic to happen between them tonight.

“Bertrand.” Savannah handed him his drink and ran her hand up his arm before moving behind him and massaging his shoulders. “You’re so tense. Let me help you relax.”

“I.. I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” He placed his scotch on the table beside him, ready to stand up and retreat asap.

“Come on.. Just close your eyes and relax. Let me take care of you.”

Everything about this situation felt wrong, and he couldn’t have relaxed if his life depended on it.

He wouldn’t do anything with Savannah tonight. He couldn’t. Although technically this exact situation was what Riley had been helping him prepare for from the beginning. After everything they had been through, would Riley still want him to do this? His heart told him no, but his brain was a jumbled mess. The sex they had the previous night felt so real and so intimate, but could it just have been part of her plan? Maybe an impromptu lesson? Everything was too confusing and he needed some time to think. He sighed and when he opened his eyes again, Savannah was standing in front of him with her blouse completely unbuttoned.

He jumped farther back in the chair as she leaned toward him. “Bertrand,” She purred, caressing his cheek before pulling him to his feet.

“Y-yes?”

“Kiss me.”

“Lady Savannah, I apologize, but I just.. can't. I've actually been thinking that maybe we should take a step back and-”

“You have got to be kidding me!” She fumed, stalking away from him. “It’s Riley, isn’t it? I fucking knew it! I knew there was something going on between you two! You’re a completely different person lately! So what happened? Did she seduce you? She did, didn’t she?! Oh just wait until everyone finds out what a whore-”

Bertrand swiftly pulled Savannah to him and pressed his lips against hers. She returned the kiss instantly, and wrapped her arms around him. Surely there was a better way to squash her suspicions of him and Riley, but for now it was all he could come up with.

Maybe she would just be satisfied with making out a little and he could leave. He reluctantly continued kissing her, and Savannah pressed Bertrand’s hand against her breast. Or maybe not! He tried to back away, but she kept moving closer.

What the hell am I going to do now?

Bertrand closed his eyes tightly and imagined Riley in front of him. Instead of the overwhelming scent of Chanel No. 5, he caught the faint note of Riley’s floral shampoo. Suddenly he could taste Riley’s strawberry lip gloss. He caressed her cheek, knowing there were adorable tiny freckles beneath his hand. He ran his fingers through her golden locks which were probably just let out of a messy bun or braid. He felt her arms wrap around him and she whispered against his ear, “Do you want me, Bertrand?” His mind flashed back to Riley laying beneath him, her plump lips curving into a sexy grin as she uttered, “fuck me, Bert.”

Savannah whispered against his ear, “Say my name. Tell me you want me.”

Bertrand smiled with his eyes still closed tightly and replied, “I want you, Riley.”

#never have i ever #trr fanfic #the royal romance #bertrand x mc #bertrand beaumont #bertrand x riley #bertley #maxwell beaumont #cfwc fics of the week

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wrestlezaynia · 2 years ago

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The rain is relentless, soaking them both in a matter of seconds. Once they're able to come to their senses and realize the severity of the storm, they seek shelter, huddling close to keep each other warm.

Their eyes meet in a steady gaze. Sami's ginger curls sopping wet and clinging to his face as Kevin reaches up to brush them away.

Sami's breath hitches at the contact, Kevin's touch providing a sense of warmth and comfort as he finds himself inching forward.

Kevin watches Sami intently, his heartbeat starting to quicken at the proximity. He's so painfully close he can feel Sami's hot breath emerging in wisps, ghosting against his mouth. Their lips mere inches apart, when a familiar voice makes his presence known.

"Gentleman." Cody greets them with a knowing smirk, having witnessed his handiwork. "So sorry to interrupt, but may I escort you to your room?" He asks, amused by their synchronized deer in the headlights expression.

They give each other a shared glance before accompanying Cody down a long corridor, neither men speaking a word, deep in thought.

Once they arrive to their destination, Cody hands them both a key card. "Enjoy!" He says with a wink, leaving them alone once more.

The pair enter the hotel room and are taken aback by how luxurious it is, Cody had reserved them the honeymoon suite.

A cold chill runs down Sami's spine, reminding him that he needs to remove these wet clothes before he catches pneumonia. He proceeds to undress, the heat rising to his cheeks when he feels Kevin's eyes on him. His boxers the only article of clothing left dry as he makes himself comfortable, patting the empty spot beside him on the bed. "There's room for one more. It is our honeymoon, after all."

Kevin shakes his head, an amused smirk tugging his lips as he follows Sami's lead and strips down to his boxers before joining him. "Can you imagine, us married?" He asks, his mind drifting to earlier.

Sami nods in response. "The thought crossed my mind." He answers truthfully, his eyes glued on Kevin as he watches him disrobe.

The room falls silent as Kevin struggles to comprehend what he just heard. "It has?" He asks in utter disbelief, his heart beating fast.

The redhead couldn't help but chuckle at Kevin's astonished reaction. "Why do you sound so shocked?" He inquires, turning to face him.

Kevin could feel Sami looking at him as a warm blush invades his cheeks. "I'm not what you'd call husband material." He replies bluntly.

A warm smile graces Sami's lips as he scoots closer, tilting Kevin's chin to meet his gaze. "For what it's worth, I think you'd make an amazing husband." He whispers softly, hand moving to cup his cheek.

Kevin's bottom lip quivers as he stares deeply into Sami's eyes. This isn't the first time Sami's heartfelt words brought him to tears and it certainly wouldn't be the last. He reminisces back to earlier in the evening before they were so rudely interrupted, only this time, Cody isn't here to interfere. Mimicking Sami's previous actions, he leans in close, eyes remaining open until their lips connect. They're so soft and sweet it makes Kevin whimper as he proceeds to slip his tongue past Sami's partially open lips, eager to taste more.

Sami gladly returns the kiss, massaging his tongue slowly and sensually against Kevin's. Taking delight in hearing him whimper, a noise he reserved exclusively for Sami's ears only.

Reluctantly, Kevin's forced to break the kiss. His bare chest brushing against Sami's as he struggles to regulate his breathing. "Sami, you wanna do it?" He softly asks, pressing their foreheads together.

A gleam emerges in Sami's hazel eyes as he gazes up at Kevin, giving him what could only be described as a come-hither expression. "Well, okay. But be gentle, this is my first time." He teases playfully.

Kevin could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he prepares for what he's about to say next. "No, I mean, do you want to marry me?" He asks in a whisper, waiting on bated breath for Sami's response.

Tears prick Sami's eyes as he reaches up to caress Kevin's cheek, taking in this moment and cherishing it in his heart forever. "I do." He whispers back, holding Kevin's gaze before kissing his lips tenderly.

I shall tag: @shanie-is-komania, @himbos-hotline, @coloursflyaway, @low-x-battery, @riveliciousx, @codyfunkopop, @racerchix21, @kevinsteen, @naturalxselection, @pikapuff-316, @stardust181, @elsteenerico, @kristalovesjian1-blog and @anothersabah.

#Zowens #Sami Zayn #Kevin Owens #Cody Rhodes #My edit

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idnek83 · 1 year ago

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Service With a Smile 6/?

Fandom: Trigun

Rating: Explicit (eventually)

Pairing: Vash/Wolfwood

Tags: Coffee shop au, Vash owns a cafe, Wolfwood is a mystery man, Trans Vash, Getting together, Fluff, Slow burn, Eventual smut, Recreational drug use, Drinking, Vash is self conscious about his scars, afab language

Summary: Vash works at a little coffee shop known as Seeds Cafe, and likes to make his days more interesting by trying to make each of his customers smile or laugh at least once before they leave. He has a 100% success rate... That is, until one day a moody man with a taste for cigarettes and black coffee shows up...

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

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Vash doesn’t think he’s ever just sat and watched a bartender work before, but it’s strangely intriguing.

There’s a rhythm to the way Nick moves, the way he greets customers, takes their orders, banters, and collects money is almost choreographed. Nick repeats the same hand gestures, phrases, and practised smiles like a chorus as he works his way down his little bar.

Vash is engrossed.

Eventually, Nick’s rhythm breaks. He glances up and down his bar and notes no one currently without a drink or trying to get his attention.

Then he walks back to Vash.

“So what brings you here?” Nick idly starts tidying his bar as he glances at Vash over his shades.

“Can’t a guy go to a club without a reason?”

“Sure, but getting up at the ass-crack of dawn to run a cafe doesn’t really sound like it mixes well with late night clubbing.”

“You were there this morning too though!”

“Yup, I but I was on my way home. I’ve slept since then. Something tells me you haven’t.”

“I..”

Nick glances over his shoulder and gestures for Vash to wait as a new person approaches the bar.

So Nick is on his way home when he comes by the shop in the mornings... it makes sense, if he’s working all night then of course he’d have to sleep during the day. That must mean when he comes by in the evenings he’s on his way back to work then, in which case his late night coffee habit makes perfect sense.

“So? Why’d you come out tonight?” Nick returns, casting a glance at Vash’s half empty drink before resuming their conversation.

Vash shrugs and tries to come up with something that sounds less pathetic than ‘I realized I hadn’t done anything but work and sit at home for weeks.’

“I guess it’s just been a while, thought it would be fun.”

“Is it?”

Vash looks up at Nick and smiles.

“Yeah, it is.”

There’s a few beats where the two of them just smile at each other. Vash feels something bubbling up in his chest, and opens his mouth to speak-

But then the song changes, and the first few notes have his eyes widening.

“This is... like on of my favourite songs...”

“Yeah?” Vash think Nick laughs, but it’s hard to hear over the music.

“Yeah...” He’s torn, both the dance floor and Nick’s small, amused smile feel equally enticing...

“Then go have fun, Blondie.”

Vash bites his lip, unsure.

“I’ll be here when you’re done.” Nick winks at him and nods towards the dance floor.

“Promise?” Vash laughs as Nick rolls his eyes, then departs from the bar.

He’s barely on the dance floor before he’s bouncing and swaying to the music. He works his way into the crowd, not looking for a partner this time, just looking for enough space to dance freely.

He somehow finds himself mixed in with the group of students he saw earlier, joining them in jumping and scream-singing along to the song. He’s grinning so wide it hurts, filled with the strange warmth of sharing a moment of joy with strangers.

The song ends and Vash looks back to the bar, catches Nick’s eye right away since he was already looking in his direction. It makes him feel giddy, and he sends Nick a quick wave before falling into the rhythm of the next song.

He can’t help but wonder if Nick is still watching him, wonder if he likes what he sees. Maybe Vash puts a little more thought into the sway of his hips this time, or maybe the song is just more sensual.

Vash wonders if Nick likes to dance. He seems like the kind of guy who would put on a big show about not being a dancer, but would go all out after a few drinks. Or maybe he was just the kind of guy who needed a partner, someone to move with him on the dance floor and help him forget about all the other eyes that might be on him. Someone to press against and hold tight as the world narrows down to just two bodies and a beat...

As the song ends Vash can feel himself getting wet again. He decides to head back to the bar, better to just sit with Nick and calm himself down than to embarrass himself again.

There's a tap on his shoulder as he steps off the dance floor, and turns to see one of the students he was dancing with. The boy leans in so Vash can hear him.

“You’re a really good dancer!”

“Thanks! You guys were really fun to dance with!”

The boy laughs. “Hey, let me buy you a drink.”

Vash feels his stomach drop a bit, he’s really not in the mood for flirting with some barely legal college kid.

“Oh thanks, that’s nice of you, but I’m good.”

“C’mon,” the boy moves in closer, places a hand on Vash’s hip even as he tries to pull away, “Just one drink, lets get to know each other better, baby.”

Vash has to stop himself from physically cringing at the pet-name, and looks away to try to hide his obvious disinterest.

He ends up making direct eye contact with Nick, whose rolling up his sleeves and looks about ready to come over and pull this kid off him. At the same time he feels the boy’s hand slip onto his ass.

Vash hates being rude, but figures it’s better than the scene Nick coming over would cause, so he pushes the boy off him as gently as he can while still being firm.

“Look, I’m sorry, your just not my type, I’m way too old for you anyways, alright?”

The kid narrows his eyes and inspects Vash’s face as if looking for wrinkles. Vash might not actually have any wrinkles to speak of, but he knows one of the best ways to get rid of kids like this is to make them think you’re old...

Unless they’re into that of course.

Luckily, the boy apparently isn’t into that as he ends up just silently walking away from Vash.

Vash glances back at the bar and finds Nick glaring after him, thankfully still on his side of the bar.

When Vash takes a seat on a recently vacated bar stool, Nick approaches him.

“You okay?”

“Oh that was nothing!” Vash forces out a laugh and waves off Nick’s concern. “Just a poor kid whose probably going to spend the rest of the night embarrassed about being rejected.”

Nick continues to scowl.

“You’re too nice Blondie.”

“Does being nice get me another drink?” Vash leans forward, and blinks up at Nick.

It earns him an eye-roll, but Nick grabs a glass anyways.

“More of the same?”

“Oh, yes please! It’s really good!”

Nick prepares the drink and Vash tries to keep his staring subtle. He thinks Nick probably notices anyways, judging by the knowing smirk on his face when he hands Vash his drink.

“So what is it anyways?” Vash asks before Nick can mock him for gawking.

“Blue Hawaiian, ‘s pretty much just sugar, so I figured it’d suit you.”

“Awww,” Vash flashes Nick his best puppy dog eyes, “does that mean you think I’m sweet?”

“You’re definitely something.” Nick laughs and goes to deal with some other customers.

Vash sips his drink and finds that he can’t stop smiling. It’s hard to tell if Nick is actually flirting with him, or if he’s just trying to get a bigger tip, but right now Vash doesn’t think he minds either option. When it comes down to it, Vash is having a great time, and wasn’t that the whole point of going out anyways?

Plus, fake or not, having a guy he finds super fucking attractive flirt with him is doing wonders for his mood.

The drinks may also be helping.

Vash laughs to himself, and feels himself grinning as Nick walks back towards him, eyebrow raised.

“Whats got you looking so dopey?”

Vash shrugs. “I guess I’m just having a really good time?” Vash feels tingly, and light, and wonderful.

“Yeah? I’m glad, Blondie, but I think I’m gonna have to cut you off after that one.”

Vash laughs but then pauses and pouts.

“It’s ‘Vash’ y’know, not Blondie.”

“Wouldn’t know, you never introduced yourself.” Nick smirks at him.

“I-I wear a name tag! Didn’t think I needed to give a formal introduction!”

Vash points an accusatory finger at Nick as he laughs, and notices he’s wearing a name tag of his own.

“Wolfwood?”

“Yeah, Blondie?”

Vash frowns at the continued use of the nickname, but continues with his thought.

“I though your name was Nick?”

“Nicholas D. Wolfwood.” His smirk grows wider. “What, never heard of a last name before?”

Vash pauses, then laughs. “Okay, maybe you're right, I think I’ve had enough to drink.”

Nick laughs and pours Vash a glass of water. As he does, Vash looks around and notices the bar is getting emptier. It must be getting late.

“So, Nicholas, huh?” Vash giggles. “Like St. Nicholas? You’re like... booze Santa!”

Nick is stone faced as Vash continues giggling.

“Yeah. Heard that one before. A lot. It’s why I go by Wolfwood.”

Vash’s face falls. “Aww, sorry.”

Nick sighs.

“It’s fine,” Nick smiles, “I guess it was kind of cute how funny you thought you were being.”

“Oooooh, so now I’m sweet and cute.” Vash flutters his eyelashes up at Nick, who just laughs back at him.

“Sweet, cute, and very drunk. You got a way home Blondie? It’s probably time for you to call it.”

“I mean...” Vash leans in and rests his chin on his hand, “I wouldn’t mind you taking me home.”

The words are out of his mouth before he can consider them.

Nick just laughs.

“I’m working Blondie, besides, I make a point of not sleeping with drunks anymore.”

Vash’s heart drops a little, but he’s glad Nick doesn’t actually seem upset by his proposition, so he decides to play it off.

He gasps exaggeratedly and clasps a hand to his chest in faux shock.

“Why Mr. Wolfwood! Who said anything about sleeping together! Maybe I just wanted to bring you home to play game!”

“Riiight. Still working though, so I’ll have to pass on ‘games’ tonight.”

“Boooo.”

Nick laughs, and Vash replays what he said in his mind over and over.

Tonight. He said he’d have to pass tonight. Does that mean if he wasn’t working...

“But really, you got a way home? Need me to call you a cab?”

Vash shakes his head.

“That’s okay, I live pretty close, I can just walk.”

Nick doesn’t look entirely pleased with that answer but shrugs as Vash gets up from his bar stool.

“Right, well get home safe, Blondie.”

“It’s Vash!”

Nick just laughs and waves him off.

Vash smiles the whole way home.

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#vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun #fic #my writing #Fic SWaS

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rainafoxfire · 2 years ago

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Beltane Cherry Bourbon Strudel (Kitchen Witch Recipe)

Spend this Beltane indulging your inner kitchen witch! This recipe for cherry bourbon strudel blends the luscious, warm flavor of Kentucky bourbon with tart cherry preserves. Serve them for cakes & ale on Beltane or pack them up for a picnic in the soft spring sun.

Meaning and Symbolism of Ingredients

Whiskey/Bourbon

During the season between Beltane and Litha, the Veil Between Worlds thins. The spirits of woodlands slip out from behind this curtain to play their instruments in the orchestral symphony of summer.

Fireflies, late spring breezes and the sounds of the forest come alive at this time. Think of the “fae” or “faeries” not so much as literal beings who wander these lands in secret, but as a metaphor for the collective magic of the living, breathing spirit of the woodlands.

Whiskey in general is a legendary favorite of the fae. Its inclusion in this recipe are a wink to them.

But the specific choice of Kentucky bourbon whiskey is a nod to my Appalachian heritage. I enjoy including motifs from my cultural roots, and I encourage you to do the same!

Choose whatever type of whiskey you prefer, but select a high quality whiskey. Never cook with spirits you wouldn’t drink!

Cherry Preserves

The cherries in this recipe symbolize fertility, passion and the blood of the goddess. Their richly sweet flavor embodies the sense of joy and sensual pleasure for its own sake that typifies the Beltane season.

Sugar Cream Frosting

In witchcraft, cream symbolizes new life, purity, beauty, fertility, abundance and nourishment—-all key aspects of Beltane.

Sugar sweetens any fading crankiness of Old Mother Winter and renews a sense of innocent hope.

Colors

Every aspect of this recipe vibrates with meaning.

Even the dominant colors of red and white reflect the symbolic colors of Beltane. (Side note: I love color theming food for Sabbats! It’s a fun way to challenge yourself and think outside the box).

You Will Need:

For the filling.

-1 cup tart cherry preserves

-3/4 tablespoon bourbon (or other whiskey)

-juice from 1/2 lemon

For the crust.

-3 cups all-purpose flour

-teaspoon salt

-2 sticks cold butter

-1/2 cup ICE COLD water

-1 egg (For egg wash only!! Do not add this to crust mixture please!)

For the frosting.

-1 cup powdered sugar

-2-3 tablespoons whole milk or heavy whipping cream

Step 1

Combine salt and flour in a mixing bowl.

Use a pastry cutter or fork to cut butter into the flour/salt mixture.

The key is to keep all the butter in the crust dough as cold as possible until the pastries make it into the oven.

This is the tricky part. Don’t over mix! Just mix to the point that the dough sticks easily to itself.

It’s very important not to let it get to warm. The butter should be visible in chunks in the dough. It helps to run your hands under cold water to avoid melting the butter. If it starts to melt or get too sticky, pop it in the freezer for a few minutes and start again.

Once it sticks easily to itself, form 4 balls and put them in the freezer to rest for 10 minutes.

Step 2

Pull the dough back out of the freezer. If it’s rock hard, don’t panic. Just give it a few minutes to soften back up.

Roll out each ball on a flat surface until they’re flat and about 1/4 inch in thickness. If it starts to melt or get too sticky, put it back in the freezer for a few minutes.

I know, I know. It’s tedious, but the perfect, flaky crust will be worth it.

Step 3

Cut out rectangles from the flat dough. You can use a pattern from cardboard, or just eyeball it.

Spoon cherry/bourbon/lemon juice filling onto one rectangle at a time.

Step 4

Here’s the trick for this step.

When “sandwiching” the top half of the strudel onto the bottom, curve it slightly lengthwise so that there’s plenty of room to accommodate the filling.

Press a fork pattern into the edges to seal it up.

Then, slash horizontal cuts into the pastry to ventilate it during the cooking process.

Finally, beat the egg and brush the tops of the pastries with an egg wash. This creates a lovely sheen on the top

Step 5

Bake at 350 degrees for 18-25 minutes (checking every 2 minutes after the 18-minute mark). Bake until golden brown on the edges.

Step 6

While the strudels are baking, make the icing. Add the cream or milk in intervals of one tablespoon until it flows off the spoon, but not completely. This is what you’re looking for:

Step 7

Allow the pastries to cool completely before icing.

Ice by dripping the frosting in a zigzag pattern over the pastry. Don’t worry it it’s messy. Messy is good!

Blessed be.

Source: https://www.moodymoons.com/2019/04/25/beltane-cherry-bourbon-strudel-kitchen-witch-recipe/

#beltane #spring activities #kitchen magic #cherries #alcohol #faeries

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syweston · 1 year ago

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"Sure ya don't," that smirk hung at the corner of his mouth wasn't taking a vacation anytime soon. "Looked better on ya anyway so you're good to keep it." Since, yes, Sy had noted that she hadn't brought it back. Not that he wanted it returned, it was just a sign, something unspoken in the language of lovers that gave away what their lack of words wouldn't.

Since the bonfire the cowboy hadn't been able to get Parker too far out of his thoughts. Anytime the day held an idle moment he drifted to her. The smell and taste of her smooth skin, the way her body felt wrapped all around him, and those sounds... soft and sensual. Unlike anything he'd ever heard from the park ranger before. None of it would release him from the hold she now held on him.

Things were the same yet forever changed all the same. It made no sense yet perfect sense.

"I'm sure a lot of them wanna try," he replied to her comment, tone rising to be heard with some strength to those fools listening in where it wasn't their business. The hands had no qualms about challenging him, mostly making something fun out of it than anything else, and it wasn't like Silas had never been bested before in his life. He was just tougher than most. Not all of that had come from the cowboy way, or his ranching life— the unbreakable had been further toughened by the marine corps and had gone off to war in one of the toughest regimes in the armed forces.

There were many reasons Silas Kendrick was revered, and he didn't like any of them.

"Why do ya wanna see me taken down so badly?" Curiosity glinted in his doe eyes, "you hate me that much?" There was still a tease hanging there, the bull rider wasn't about to get deep or tap into feelings. Parker was still the annoying neighbor that stole his beer and razzed his crew, only difference now was that he knew what she tasted like. He knew the feel of her finding nirvana. And as a gentleman that would be swallowed down.

Some boyish smile ghosted his lips at her simple answers. Somehow there was more said there than not and his chest felt a little funny for a moment.

As he reached around the front of the horse to grab the breast strap he paused once he righted himself and glanced over a shoulder at Del. When he turned back to focus on what he was doing for the moment Sy's head shook briefly. "Might be true to some degree as the guys get lonely and need the company of the fairer sex sometimes, but I think it's a little more than that."

It irritated Silas to no end.

The looks weren't always respectful and the heir cracked his neck before he moved on and let it pass, especially since Parker was giving him a hard time. There was something amusing in her wanting to see him bested, taken down.

If anyone was gonna do it then it would be her. Hadn't she figured out her power yet?

"Safe? Hard to win the Grand National if I get busted in a dumbass game of jousting for a faire that no one cares about," he shrugged, not actually meaning any disrespect to the hosts and organizers and anyone having a good time. This just weighed very low for someone going to the pinnacle of their sport.

"Find yourself a good seat where you can see the action best. Place your bets even," he said with easy confidence. A moment later he pointed off to the left, an out of towner and cowboy that hated Silas would love a crack at him. "That bruiser over there's been dying to take my head off for years. He ain't one of mine but he'll have to do," the country crooner offered with a wink and the brush of his hand against her hip as he began leading the horse away. / @parkerlcwis

Thoughts were littered with the acknowledgment that her father would have adored the man before her. Between his gentle and caring hand with the animals and his unbound wit, the pair would've gotten along just fine. Not that it mattered. Her father was gone and she doubted it would've meant much to the sandy haired cowboy anyway.

The wink hung in the air between them and had only caused her heart to pound a few beats quicker as heat rushed to her cheeks. Shit. Of course he'd noticed. "I don't know what you're talking about," she countered smoothly, a look of mock confusion painted on her features.

She'd impulsively swiped it, her own justification being a need for warmth. Her jacket would've done just fine, but the warmth of his flannel? It was unmatched. She blamed the thick material, but the smell of his cologne had worked wonders too. "I decided to come by because I had nothing better to do and jousting sounds entertaining. I was more so curious if any of your boys would be brave enough to knock you off."

If she weren't mistaken, she could have sworn she heard a quiet snicker come from somewhere behind her, but she didn't call attention to it. Sarcasm ran thick in every word she usually spewed, but that had been a dig against every cowboy who looked at Silas like he hung the moon. Not that she could blame them.

"Always." She couldn't stifle the small smile that pulled at the corner of her mouth. As much hell as they gave one another, she'd never pass up the opportunity to see him in the middle of any given dirt stage. "Sure," she nodded, unable to say much more than that as she drank up his earthy brown hues and the curve of his mouth.

A surprised (with a hint of disinterest) laugh rolled off her tongue. Del? Interested? In everything that breathed, she assumed. "Me and every other person with a pulse." It was spoken low enough that she hoped the other didn't hear. Even if he did, maybe it would be a clear sign of how the line of flirtation would never be crossed.

Not even out of spite, though it had crossed her mind a time or two.

It wasn't about humbling the man before her, but more so, she wanted to see him do the humbling of another. After all, if anyone could manage to get over their fear of beating the boss, surely someone would give it a good stitched effort. "I was hoping to see you give it a try, but... you're probably right. It's better if you play it safe."

@syweston

#interactions.#interactions: parker lewis.#parker lewis: 003.#parkerlcwis #event: renaissance faire.#fuck lol this is shamefully long

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mandu-17 · 2 years ago

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Christmas gift | Kim Yoohyeon x fem! reader

Warnings: G!P Yoohyeon, unprotected sex, scratching, biting

Genre: Smut, fluff, kinda mafia au

Wordcount: ~ 1,606

A/N: this is my christmas gift for you since i don't have lingerie (after you read it, it'll make sense). it's kind of an episode of mafia au actually, that i might have already written a whole story about in my note book, if you're interested i can post it one day. anyway i hope you'll enjoy this piece:) as awlays thank you for sticking around, it means the world to me

Snow was falling outside, covering everything with its’ pure color. It seemed as if the whole world stopped for a moment. Streets were empty, as if there was no one left. It was Christmas. After spending and celebrating the whole day with your family, Yoohyeon and you finally had a moment to yourselves. It was the first time the two of you were spending Christmas together.

You had hard time trying to find the perfect gift for your girlfriend. Every time you asked her about what she’d like, Yoohyeon would simply grin at you affirming that you’re everything she’s ever wanted.

So no, she didn’t make it easy on you.

Nevertheless you wanted to surprise her, she definitely deserved something for treating you like a princess these past few months. And it was Christmas after all, everyone should get at least one gift!

You gulped nervously while eyeing your reflection in the mirror. It didn’t remind you that much though. You put on black, lace lingerie. This was your gift for Yoohyeon. The satin fabric of the bra hugged your curves nicely, you had to admit that it was doing its’ work incredibly. You felt very attractive and was sure that your girlfriend would think the same.

With one last, deep breath you quietly opened the door to your bedroom. It was cozily lightened up with yellow Christmas lights. There were also few candles on the chest of drawers. The atmosphere was great for some romance.

Yoohyeon was laying down on the bed with her back resting against the headboard. In her hands she held this psychology book she got from your parents earlier that day. You thought it was adorable of them to get Yoohyeon a gift as well. You knew she also appreciated the gesture.

Leaning against the door frame, you eyed Yoohyeon’s black outfit which made her look so elegant and gorgeous. Gosh she was so hot.

"Are you sneaking up on me?” Amusement present in Yoohyeon’s voice quickly left the moment she looked up from the book. Her eyes traveled, taking everything in.

"Yes, Kim Yoohyeon. I was sneaking up on you in order to deliver a message from Santa.” With a chuckle you took slow steps in her direction, enjoying her intense gaze set on you the whole time.

"And what is the message from Santa?” Yoohyeon smirked, putting the book on the bed table.

She turned to you, setting her feet on the floor. You took it as a clear sign to straddle her, which you gladly did. Familiar heat of Yoohyeon’s body welcomed you bringing this beautiful feeling of belonging. Smoothly, Yoohyeon wrapped her arms around your waist while still admiring your figure in that divine lingerie.

"Merry Christmas.” You whispered against her lips before kissing them sensually. "That’s the message.” You shared a giggle not being able to take eyes off each other.

"I’ve got something for you.” In a quiet, soft tone Yoohyeon murmured after analyzing your features lovingly.

The way she was looking at you knocked all the air from your lungs. Slowly she reached to the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a small velvet box. Your eyes widened once she opened it revealing the most stunning necklace you’d ever seen. Its’ diamonds shone brightly almost as if smiling or winking at you.

"I- You can’t be serious, Yooh. It’s so beautiful.” Mouth hung open, you met her hopeful, sincere eyes.

"I’m glad you like it, babygirl.” She pecked your lips happily before putting the necklace on you. "It looks great but can’t even compare to how breathtaking you are.”

Her words caused your cheeks to flush, you bit your lip shyly. Excitement and happiness rose in your body, all thanks to the girl you were sitting on. Speaking of which.

"Thank you, Yoohyeon.” One kiss. "I love it.” Another kiss. ”I love you.” And another one.

"I love you too, my sweet girl.” Shivers ran down your spine at the husky voice of hers.

In the next second her lips were on your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses meanwhile her hands began exploring the skin on your back, as well as the satin material that still covered some parts.

"Yoohyeon-ah.” You moaned loudly when she sucked on your pulse point. She had your body melting already.

Your response to her actions got her going even more. She harshly grabbed your hips and grinded them against her hardening length.

"I love this lingerie on you, but you won’t mind me taking it off now, will you?” Yoohyeon growled into your ear before grazing it with her teeth.

"Take it all off.” With a whine you let your eyes close in bliss. Your bra was gone in a moment giving Yoohyeon another opportunity to please you - something she’d never ever deny.

While she was massaging and sucking on your breasts you did your best to unbutton her shirt. It did take you lot of time and effort since Yoohyeon’s touch felt so good. Once your girlfriend was also topless in front of you, you caressed her skin with love, admiring the lines of her collar bones, muscles and warmth.

Her dark eyes somehow shined at you.

She let you take control for a moment. She let you do whatever you wished. So you lowered your hand to the belt of her jeans. Yoohyeon sighed in relief once her member was standing tall freely. You began to stroke it gently at first before speeding up and pumping her member up and down. Your girlfriend moaned, her whole body relaxing. The way her eyes darkened with lust made you squeeze your thighs in anticipation.

You truly couldn’t wait to have her.

Passionately, you pressed your lips against hers, short before you trapped her bottom one between your teeth.

"I need you, baby.” You sounded desperate, but were far from caring. Besides, Yoohyeon didn’t need to be told twice.

She got rid of your underwear causing you to stand up. Using the situation right away, you also took off the remaining parts of her clothing. Once both of you were nude, Yoohyeon took your hand and pulled you back onto her lap. Humming you kissed her again, enjoying the feeling of her skin directly against yours.

As Yoohyeon’s tongue was exploring the inside of your mouth her hands grew impatient. She lowered your hips a bit signaling that she was indeed ready. You pulled away a bit in order to look into her eyes. It was one of your favorite things when it came to being intimate with Yoohyeon. Watching her and keeping eye contact.

First entrance was smooth, relieving. Almost like putting two fitting puzzles together. You let out a shaky moan feeling Yoohyeon’s shaft deep inside you. She was filling you incredibly while stretching out just right. The two of you didn’t even need words. Yoohyeon’s quiet groans were more than enough to let you know that you were moving your hips in a very good rhythm. It wasn’t fast though, you took your time while enjoying the sweet love making to the maximum.

"Just like that. Don’t stop, baby.” Your girlfriend leaned back to get a better view at you. The sight was deliciously sinful. No one ever made her feel this way. She watched you move your body and ride her, as if hypnotized. Yoohyeon husked, her nails digging into the skin of your hips. "You’ve been such a good girl. Taking all of me in so well.”

"Fuck, Yoohyeon.” You weren’t even able to form a logical sentence. Your eyes rolled in pleasure when you angled your hips differently, hitting that spot perfectly.

Despite the burning spreading through your thighs, there was no way you’d stop. Especially when Yoohyeon finally started thrusting into you, bringing even more pleasure to both of you. Then you felt her hot breaths fanning your neck and her teeth sinking in your skin. Like a hungry vampire she marked you with long-lasting love bites.

If there only was a way to make it possible, she’d stay between your thighs days and nights.

The pleasure was overwhelming, you let out small gasps as you scratched Yoohyeon’s back leaving long, red traces. In response she groaned against your neck sending warm vibrations through your body. Getting a hold of her nape, you raised her head to smash your lips against hers in another lustful kiss. Both of your arms remained wrapped around Yoohyeon, as your tongue was dancing freely with hers. She hugged you closer, her hands assisting your hips while they chased after blissfulness so desperately. A beautiful bubble was created around the two of you, nothing else mattered.

“Yoohyeon, right there.” You suddenly whimpered, your whole body shaking and feeling sore already, yet you were so close. You just needed a tiny little push.

And Yoohyeon knew what it was. She always knew how to satisfy you.

She squeezed your hips and smashed them down on her shaft one last time, aiming for that special spot. You cried out loudly at the sensation, back arching your juices started covering Yoohyeon’s cock and choking it for its’ dear life. With eyes tightly shut you rode out your high.

The unholy sight itself was enough for Yoohyeon to come as well. Your sweet moans built her ego, yet ruined her at the same time. The warmth and tightness of your walls around her member truly felt like heaven on Earth. She was weak for you. Gladly, she let herself get lost in your body as waves of pure pleasure washed over her.

She didn’t lie to you when she said you were the perfect gift yourself.

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Tales From the Modern Incubus Part 7*

Summary: You are feeling very close to Harry and he's just about got you convinced to do anything but have sex (to his dismay), and when Harry meets with Danny, a demon-teacher, he gets news about you that he doesn't want to hear.

Warning: This is dark!harry content and Harry's a demon so beware before reading on - check out all warnings in the TFMI masterlist. This post contains: SMUT (not sex), some bad news for Harry (things aren’t going his way)

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Part 6*

Part 7*

You felt like you were going mad a little. Certain things in life just no longer mattered much to you the way they used to. Ever since meeting Harry you felt different somehow and changed. Your life before Harry was simple and predictable. Which you didn’t mind. But now, things are different, not hard, but no longer easy, and certainly you can’t predict anything anymore. You don’t know what the day will bring and you don’t know why.

You also feel strangely free. Like you’ve broken out of some kind of spell, like your eyes are opened. Everything has been confusing, but at the same time it's all starting to make sense now. You can’t explain it and you aren’t inclined to try and do so. For the first time in your life you don’t feel like making sense of things and explaining things is a waste of breath. For example, Harry’s tattoos and his dick. You dreamt those things, right? How can he appear in real-life just as he did in your dream? You suddenly feel as if that answer doesn’t matter where before Harry, if that had happened to you, it would be a crisis.

When the morning light slowly drizzles into Harry’s bedroom you stretch and feel as if you hadn’t slept a wink, but you feel fine. You feel rested. Harry turns his head and smiles at you. His hair is a mess on his head and he draws you into his chest, pulling you across the mattress into him. You feel like you’ve been in a waking coma or some kind of trance where you were aware, yet not aware for hours and now that it’s morning your awareness is peeked again.

“How’d you sleep?” Harry speaks into your ear and you snuggle closer into his warm body and his pleasant scent.

“I don’t know. It kind of feels like I didn’t sleep. But I feel well rested. I mean, I’m sure I slept, but it just feels like I was awake all night and just lying here. How about you?”

Harry takes in your information, and it makes him furrow his brow. He didn’t know yet, what you were, but this was more fodder for his concerns. Especially because he’d seen you sleeping before. He knows you can sleep. Demons do not need it and can use rest, but sleep is unnecessary. Everything you say and do, Harry scrutinizes because he’s curious about your origin. But your answer sounds just like an answer he’d give if he were being honest.

“Slept like a baby. Probably because you were in my bed all night. S’nice having you here.” He didn’t sleep of course. He stayed in bed next to you and used the time to think and consider and plot. As usual. He had been tempted to get up and do a few things in the middle of the night but he didn’t want to leave your side, or your scent. He just likes being around you.

Harry starts to gently smooth his palm over your back and he nudges his nose into yours. He wants so badly to have sex with you. Slip his big cock into your warm, flavorful little hole and fuck an orgasm out of you. Harry can’t help it when his prick thickens up and you can feel him against your thigh.

“Harry!” You laugh and you nudge your nose to his, wanting a kiss. Harry was so sensual and so sexy, just a man like none you’ve ever encountered.

Soon your lips and Harry’s lips were slowly pressing together and parting as your kiss began to deepen. It took almost no time for you to feel aroused. Everything about Harry was arousing. You even liked his big dick pressed against you and you let your thigh push into him a bit, causing Harry to rut into you gently.

“I want to have sex with you so bad, Y/n. I’ve never wanted to have sex so bad in my life…” Harry moaned into your mouth.

You giggled and shook your head, “I’d like to wait until marriage before having sex.”

Harry paused the gentle rocking of his hips into your thigh, “Why is that?” He knew the answer.

“Because… it’s sinful to have sex outside of marriage and plus my parents would hate it.” You laugh and keep your eyes on Harry. He’s so beautiful.

“Well, first of all, we wouldn't be sharing with your parents that we're having sex. And secondly, isn't giving a blow job and letting someone eat you out just as intimate as having sex? To me, it’s almost more intimate.” Harry needs to move your little preconceived notions about sex and marriage and religion down the road to a place of understanding and change your mind quickly. He’s going to have to call for Tamie (or someone) again soon if you can’t give him what he wants.

“Sex is different. I could get pregnant. It’s meant to be a way for a man to get a woman pregnant. That’s what the Bible says. Right? Do you believe in God, Harry?” You put your palm over Harry’s chest.

“Mmm… yes. I do very much believe in God. But I don’t think that God made us so that we’d wait until marriage. I think that’s just a social construct that old men in Christian settings came up with to keep women from doing something they deemed impure. I don’t think God actually cares if people have sex outside of marriage.”

“But the Bible says that sex should be for marriage. Right? Do you read the Bible?” You were curious about Harry’s beliefs. You still didn’t know much about him.

Harry smiled and nearly rolled his eyes, “Know it like the back of my hand, but honestly? I don’t believe a single word of it. Was written by humans, many of whom never even met Jesus and it’s mostly a collection of passed down stories, some true, some not, told by mouth over thousands of years and somehow all gathered into a single book that went through endless translations and versions to what we see now. Even still, with multiple versions and translations with different meanings.”

You frowned. You hadn’t thought of it that way. You knew there were many versions and translations of the Bible but the idea that they would all differ in meaning hadn’t occurred to you. Though, you didn’t want to argue. Harry had a very clear opinion on the matter and you wanted to know other things about him.

“How old are you, Harry?” Harry cross necklace hung over his pecs and you lifted it in your fingers, feeling the warmth from begin pressed against his skin.

Harry had planned on what he’d tell you and he knew he couldn’t say he was too young because that might raise more questions, “30. How old are you?” He knew your age.

“23. You’re older than me. Wow. I didn’t realize. What’s your birthday?” You were surprised he was seven years older than you. You figured he was older than you but you didn’t realize it was that much (if only you knew his real age). Not that that would stop you from dating him. He was too interesting and attractive for you to mind it too much.

Harry breathed out a laugh through his nose, “February 1st. And you?” He really wanted to bring the conversation back to sex, see if he could convince you to take his cock, but he knew it wasn’t happening. Not today anyway.

“December 25th. Christmas Day.” You giggled. It was always fun to see people’s reaction to your birthday.

In Harry’s mind though, December 25th isn’t Christmas. It’s Sol Invictus. A holiday celebrated by the kingdom of hell to usher in the winter solstice. Not quite the same thing that Christians celebrate.

Harry chuckled, “Wow. That’s very interesting. You’re quite special aren’t you, Y/n?” Harry looked back down at your soft lips and he wanted so badly to consume you whole. You smelled so good and looked so yummy.

“No. Of course not. It’s just another day really.”

Harry knew this conversation was going nowhere important so he wanted to redirect you a bit. “You’re very important. Very special. Kiss me, please?”

You let out a small laugh and smoothed your hands up over Harry’s shoulders and he rolled onto his back, bringing you with him so you were lying on top of him. You adjusted yourself and then Harry drew you down to him so your lips could meet. Kissing Harry made you feel like another person. It made you feel like you were a sexual being and it made you want to have sex outside of marriage. But you wouldn’t, of course. You’d heard before of the feelings of people wanting to sin but holding back. With Harry you were experiencing that. Never with Miguel, though you barely let him kiss you.

You licked over Harry’s tongue and spread your legs a bit, effectively causing your centers to press together. Harry’s penis was thick and hard under you and it drew blood to your pussy and made you yearn for satisfaction. Your heart rate increased and Harry moved his hands from your hips to your bottom. You were wearing only your panties and a t-shirt that Harry let you borrow. And Harry was only in sweatpants and his bulge was stiff and felt good under you.

You rolled yourself into him very delicately and panted at the feel. Harry pressed you down over him harder and he rocked up toward you. You could feel him guiding you gently up and down on him.

Harry used you a bit to rub over himself. It helped with his ache a little. He fucking wanted to just take you and make you his. God if he wasn’t so stubborn he could have just fucked you already.

When you felt yourself wet in your panties and your clit was being rubbed over perfectly you began moving your hips with more purpose. Harry helped with his hands at your ass but he noted you were taking the initiative to get yourself off by rubbing your pussy on him.

“Let’s take off our bottoms. You can rub over me like that? It’ll feel really good. No sex, just like being closer to you.” Harry was panting his words.

You lifted your hips and quickly brought your panties off. Harry had his lips on you last night, surely it wouldn’t be too bad to have his penis near your pussy. As long as it didn’t go in.

Harry pulled his sweats down just enough and pulled you back over him. You were sitting up a little now, palms at his chest.

“Now, just glide over me. You’re all wet so it’ll feel good for both of us.” Harry held your hips and you began to slip up and down with your labia encasing Harry’s cock, sliding up and down his shaft. You looked down to see his pink tip and how your naked pussy wet him all over with each pass up his long dick. And it did feel good. Harry was warm and wide under you and his cock was easy to slip up and down over. Your clit was being pressed into as well and you picked up your speed a little.

Harry brought a hand from your hip and balled up the front of the t-shirt you were wearing, “Take this off.” He said.

You stopped the movement of your hips and swiftly pulled the shirt off over your head. With your breasts out Harry reached up and palmed over them and you continued slicking yourself over Harry’s long shaft.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” Harry speaks with his eyes on yours and you nod at his words, “Just imagine how it’ll feel when I’m inside of you. So much better than this. You’ll come so hard and I’ll fill you to the brim with my come til you’re dripping. I just know you’ll like it. I know you’ll be so warm and tight and you’ll make me come so fast.”

You closed your eyes. You were conflicted by what he said. Still, ever the good Christian girl, you wanted to wait for marriage, but you also wanted to know what it felt like to have a penis inside of you. Fingers felt good, a penis would probably feel good. It made you hot and you felt yourself clench as you continued smoothing yourself over Harry.

And Harry was sure he wouldn’t be able to come like this, but your intoxicating arousal coating his cock made him tingle and the scent was so delicious he felt delirious. He was surprised by the way he felt with you, so sensitive and so needy. It’s like you were the one seducing him. He could probably come like this. He knew he could. You felt so good on him.

Both of your small moans and pants were hyphenated by the sound of how wet you were over Harry. You pushed your guilt down in favor of your pleasure and when you felt Harry tenderly pinch your nipples between his fingers you gasped and opened your eyes to look at him in warning. His smirk was cocky but he was so hot and maybe there was a little bit of you that enjoyed the feel of having your nipples smushed together between each of Harrys thumbs and index fingers.

With your eyes set on his, Harry did it again, a little harder and you keened, rocking yourself down over Harry with more force. “Fuuhhh…” you breathed out. Nearly sputtering a word you didn’t like saying. It hurt, the pinch, but then you smiled and Harry squeezed each of your breasts under his palms and bucked up toward you slowly.

“Oh my god, Harry…” you panted the words and closed your eyes. It was so good. Harry felt so good and you’d let him do almost anything to you, except the one thing he really wanted the most.

“Mmm… love hearing you say my name,” right next to god’s name, he thought that part to himself, “you feel so good like this, Y/n. I’m just imagining I’m inside of you right now. And you’re fucking yourself on my cock…” Harry breathed out a shaky breath. He was imagining it too. What it would feel like to finally be inside of you.

The image Harry gave you with his words had your mouth dropping open. Fucking myself on his cock, you thought to yourself. It sounded so hot. You felt the twisting and the sparkling of your orgasm as you increased the sway of your hips.

“Yes, Harry. Oh my…” you felt embarrassed to say it, that it sounded really good, the idea of having him inside of you, but Harry understood your sentiment. Harry’s own orgasm was slowly starting to spike through his organ. He could feel how close he was already. It worried him a little that when he did finally have access to your pussy like he wanted, that he wasn’t going to last long. It was unusual for him to be brought to the edge so fast.

“Y/n,” Harry brought his hands down to your hips to still your movements. You looked down to him in question, “Climb up here, sit on my face so I can eat you out. Want you to come on my face.”

You didn’t make a move. You shook your head. How embarrassing to sit on his face. You couldn’t possibly.

“I don’t know. I’ve never…” you looked down at Harry and his brows were raised at you.

“I know you’ve never. But I want to show you how good it’ll feel. Come on. I want a taste.” Harry nudged your hips and tried pulling you up but you resisted.

“No! I don’t know! That’s embarrassing! I can’t, Harry!” You blushed and shook your head.

Harry chuckled and licked his lips in anticipation of licking you up, “You can. And it’s not embarrassing. It’s hot as fuck. I’ve already had my face in between your legs and my tongue all over your pussy. Come on, baby. I need to eat.”

You let out a small laugh and couldn’t shake how embarrassed you felt. You leaned forward and then suddenly Harry, with a tight grip at your hips, lifted you up and brought your cunt to his mouth. You let out a startled yelp and tried to steady yourself before gripping onto the headboard behind Harry. You were surprised by how strong he was and how he was just able to lift you like that.

“Harry!!” You squeaked out when you felt his mouth at your pussy. He began licking into you and sucking right away and it shut you up as soon as you felt how nice it was. You still felt embarrassed about being in this position but you gave yourself over to him once again when you realized he didn’t care and could see how much he really wanted it.

You started breathing heavy and you looked down at him with his face smushed between your thighs. His top lip was all that could be seen of his mouth when he slid you up and down on his face, his nose poking at your clit each time you were moved upward.

Harry just needed to taste you. He was so hungry to have you in his mouth. Even though he was about to come with your cunt over his cock, he missed having you come in his mouth and having you the night before was nearly too much for him and he was obsessed. He needed more.

He was feeling pleasure course through his veins at your whimpers and gasps. His own cock was twitching in need. He felt his balls tighten when you grasped onto his hair and began writhing over his face. Your orgasm was about to unleash and Harry could feel you shaking. He had a tight hold on your thighs as he lapped and sucked away and to his total shock, he felt he was about to come as well. The taste and smell of you and the sounds you made went through his body and just as you moaned his name and began coming on his tongue, he started spurting ropes of come over his tummy and on his chest.

He moaned deeply into your cunt and squeezed his eyes closed when his sperm discharged from his tip and coated his abs and pecs. Your soft moans and your gushing orgasm were all he needed to orgasm himself, and he was in awe. That had never happened to him before. He was a sex demon, an incubus, after all. He was not easy to get off. He was known for being able to last and it made him a good lover to most. But you, you had him coming without even touching his prick.

You scooted yourself down Harry’s body and laid over him, and that’s when you felt how wet his chest was. You lifted your head and looked down between your body and his.

Harry laughed, “You made me come all over myself you taste so good. Fuck, Y/n. Never happened to me before.”

You both laughed a little and you were still feeling high and drifty from your orgasm when Harry led you to his bathroom to clean up. You were both a mess. Harry insisted on a quick shower together, and even though you were literally sitting on Harry’s face just minutes before you still felt shy about showering with him.

“You are so fucking cute. What am I gonna do with you? Hmm? I just ate you out while you pulled the ever-loving shit out of my hair when you came on my face and you don’t want me to see you naked in the shower? Come on, honey. Don’t be shy with me. I mean, look at me?! I have come allover myself – like a teenager who couldn’t help himself. If anyone should be embarrassed, it should be me.” Harry tickled your ribs and you jumped and swatted his hands away.

You relented, as you tend to do with Harry and the shower was quick and even though you felt embarrassed by Harry’s ogling, you found yourself more pleased than anything. You were pleased at how much he seemed to like you and all the compliments he’d give you. You were also pleased that such a beautiful specimen of a man was yours and he was ogling you.

With reluctancy, you had to leave. Your parents needed some help with pre-Sunday set up, where you’d print the bulletins and fold them and get them ready for Sunday morning. Many of your Saturdays were wasted doing this for your parents. And normally you didn’t mind, but today, you would have much rather stayed with Harry.

He dropped you off at your car at the bar where it was left the night before and you saw a note attached under your windshield wiper. Harry walked you to your car and with his inquisitive nature and need for control he plucked up the note before you could so he could read it first.

He read over the contents and then handed it to you. It was from Marianna.

Please don’t tell me you went home with him. Text me when you get this. Curious to know if I hear from you tonight or tomorrow. I'll know. M

You rolled your eyes and sighed, looking up at Harry who couldn’t stop grinning down at you. He took the note from your hand and crumpled it up and tossed it on the ground.

“Takes care of that problem. You’ll just say you never saw it. She’ll never know. You don’t have to tell her.” He pulled you in and pinched your sides as you reached your arms over his shoulders. You were feeling so much more comfortable with Harry, every moment you spent together was nice and it made you feel special.

You nodded, “You’re right. I don’t have to tell her. I won’t. I’ll just play dumb.”

Harry leaned down and kissed your lips and then stood up straight, “Good girl. You’ll learn how to trick everyone soon enough.” He laughed and kept you close but you nudged at him.

“I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow at church?” You wished that Harry could come with you or that you could see him again but you didn’t want to overwhelm him or seem desperate. You wanted to act cool and unbothered, but the truth was that you really liked Harry’s presence and his scent and his voice and the way he looked at you. You’d never felt the way you do with Harry and it was probably your favorite feeling ever.

“Yes. I’ll be there.” Harry planned to see you later tonight of course, like the stalker he’s become since meeting you. He needed to meet with Danny, first. He’d been putting it off, but now that he could use the demon’s help (in perhaps figuring out a way to make you fall in love with Harry faster) he was more interested in keeping the appointment.

Danny suggested meeting at bar in Pandemonium. Harry wasn’t always keen on going into Hell for meetings and it’s part of why he’s held off from meeting with Danny for so long. But Danny didn’t like stepping into mortal territory if he didn’t have to (unless a human summoned him and offered him something he wanted) and he knew that his knowledge and abilities were priceless and so demons needing him would go to him.

And that was true. Harry needed him. Danny wasn’t just a teacher, he had the ability to adjust and completely change the thinking of just about any creature. And Harry wanted to know if he could somehow gain the knowledge to do this with you. Or at least push you in the right direction a little faster.

Harry entered and settled in at the bar. He knew that as soon as he arrived, Danny would know and only be moments from appearing himself. See, Danny knows the thoughts of everyone. That made Harry a little nervous to be honest. What would Danny say of Harry’s obsession with you? He surely already knew.

Just like Harry imagined, Danny appeared and sat next to Harry with a heavy clap on Harry’s back, “Harry! My brother, how are you?”

Harry smiled at Danny and nodded, “I’m well. How are you, Danny?”

Danny let out a dark laugh and sniffed his nose, “I’m fine. But you, are not. You’re in limbo and you’re suffering. Tell me about Y/n.”

Harry remembered why he didn’t like meeting with Danny. Nothing was a secret to the demon. They hadn’t even begun and Danny was already in his brain, picking it apart.

“She’s probably not a human, or at least not a full one. There are things that are concerning but I am determined to make her carry my heir.”

Danny raised his brows and cocked a broad smile over his face and waved at the bartender, “Two glasses of Johnnie Walker Blue, neat.”

Turning towards Harry he looked down at his lips and then back up to his eyes, “You’re practically in love with the girl. Can smell her on your lips. Fuck. Never thought I’d see it. But she’s trouble. I don’t know if you can overcome it.”

Harry scoffed and licked his lips, “Not in love. I do find myself drawn to her, though. I know I can overcome it. I’m so close to getting her to give in to me.”

Danny smiled and nodded in condescension, “Right. Well, I can tell you that she’s not a mere human. I don’t know what she is because she herself doesn’t even know. Isn’t aware of it. But I can tell you that having her give in to you is one thing, but it’s quite another to have another demon or angel carry your heir. Do you understand the consequences of that? The responsibility?”

Harry sighed. Sometimes Danny was a dick, he was too smart and usually assumed others didn’t know much of anything and it grated Harry, “Of course I understand. I’m not a dolt. It will be a lot of power and the responsibility is something I can handle. But I’m…” Harry is cut off by the bartender handing each gentleman their drink.

Danny takes the opportunity to speak, “I can tell that you think you can handle it. But I don’t believe you can. She’s changing fast and I have a feeling her power is going to outweigh yours by leaps and bounds. When she finds out what she is, and she will because now that you’re creeping around her your power is rubbing off on her and she’s picking it all up, her spirit is absorbing everything and she’s growing aware and soon, she’ll realize her options are unlimited. I don’t think you understand the levity.”

Harry takes a sip and feels his heartrate pick up. He’s quite angry at what Danny is telling him and it can’t be true. You’re so sweet and so easy. There’s no way what he’s saying is right. Danny doesn’t know you.

“I think you’re wrong about this, Danny. I think I can make her mine.” Harry sips his whiskey.

Danny laughs, “Oh now you want her to be yours? I thought your duty was to just impregnant? I told you; you are in too deep. Her own powers, even though suppressed, are already altering your ability to think clearly. She’s more powerful than you, Harry. Even without understanding what she is, you’ve already practically become her slave.”

Harry looks around the bar. He’s ready to leave. He’s not going to listen to this bullshit. You’re his and he’s going to see to it that you stay that way. Perhaps Danny cannot help him in his quest after all.

“I came here to find out if there was anything I could do to convince her to fall in love with me. Are you able to help me with that or not?” Harry spits out.

Danny remains calm and slowly sips his whisky. He places it down carefully on the coaster and looks back to Harry, “I can’t help you with that. Soon, she’s not going to be affected by your spells or powers at all. She’s not like you, Harry. You’re kind of a basic demon. Sure, you've got swagger, and you’re smart and handsome and…”

“Fuck off with that, Danny. If you can’t help me then I don’t need to be here.” Harry makes a move to stand but Danny overpowers him and stops Harry from getting off his stool.

With Danny’s palm wrapped around Harry’s forearm, the demon suddenly takes on your own form, he appears as you do to Harry and it softens Harry for a moment, causing him to stop in his tracks. Then Danny laughs and returns back to his male form, “You should hear me, Harry. She’s making you weak. You’ve already been put under her spell, and she doesn’t even fucking know she’s able to do such a thing. If you continue on the path you’re taking I can’t tell you how it will turn out. I can’t read the future, but the present is telling. And this isn’t going to turn out how you expect.”

"I'm going to continue as planned but thank you for the advice." Harry clenches his jaw and seethes to himself as he gets up from the stool.

"Oh, and Harry?" Danny grasps Harry's wrist gently as Harry turns to look at the demon, "Call on me when you don't get what you need from her. Happy to assist whenever. I can't give you an heir, but I can make you feel good. You'll just need to come down here to get it, though." Danny smirks and then lets his eyes cascade down over Harry's frame and then back up.

Harry's brows raise as he keeps his eyes on Danny in slight surprise. He hadn't expected Danny to make such an offer, but it's certainly not out of the realm of possibility now that it's on the table, Harry thinks to himself. Perhaps Danny would do if Tamie is unavailable, but he still has a couple more days before it becomes necessary.

It was not what Harry wanted to hear. Danny was a wealth of knowledge and his wisdom was sought after but Harry deemed his information to be wrong. He couldn’t be right. How could it be that you were a powerful demon or angel, or whatever you were? And all this time you never knew or had an inkling of anything? He just didn’t think it was possible. And if you were, then he would find a way. You would be his no matter what. He was only more determined.

He needed to be around you again so he found his way to where you were. You and your parents were still at the church but it looked as if you were just about finished with everything when he arrived.

He walked behind you to see you packing pamphlets in a box and you were suddenly startled and turned to see Harry.

“Harry?!” Your eyes were wide and you had a look of shock on your face.

Harry also had a look of shock on his own face. Because he was supposed to under a veil of invisibility, but you could see him and you were making direct eye contact with him.

“Uhh… hi? Sorry, I was coming here to, um… see if I could fill out that form for the, uh, conference, but I should have let you know. Or I could have just waited til tomorrow…” Harry was stunned as he released the invisibility veil. He didn’t want your parents to be alarmed when you were speaking to someone invisible that only you could see.

You were happy to see Harry, just surprised, “Oh… yeah. Well, let’s do it tomorrow. We’re about to leave and get dinner. Um… sorry.”

Harry shook his head, glad that he had come up with something at the last second to explain his presence, even if it was a terrible excuse, “No! Don’t be sorry. I was just in the area, really, and saw your car here still and thought I’d just see. But tomorrow! Of course. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You smiled warmly at him and looked around to make sure no one saw as you leaned up to your tip toes and kissed his cheek, “Yeah. Tomorrow, Harry.”

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It's Christmas Eve and Father Quart is running the Midnight Mass service. What happens when he finally gets home to you?

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The snow crunches under his weight as he walks the short distance to your little cottage. Father Quart left church in a haste after Midnight Mass and forgot to change into his heavier winter boots. The well-polished shoes he wears for church are not the best choice for slippery winter roads, but he manages to get to your front door without any misadventures. When he knocks on the door, the sound is muffled by his thick gloves but he knows you will hear it anyway. He’s expected. Longed for, even.

You open the door with a warm smile. Seeing the man who earned the key to your heart always brings joy and gratefulness to your chest. He’s your guardian light, your evening star and your heart’s compass. You, in return, are his safe haven when he doubts, his small piece of heaven, and the woman who made him realize that he has room for more than the Lord in his heart. Your secret relationship is not easy for either of you, but you have both agreed that what you share is worth the effort.

You allow Lorenzo to take off his winter coat before you throw your arms around his neck. He hugs you tightly back, and you lose yourself in his smell. The cologne he put on this morning still lingers on his skin, and you rest your nose against his neck while you give him a gentle kiss on his stubbled jaw. He cups your cheek and returns the affection, his kiss deep and sensual.

”Are you tired? I made tea if you want some.” You ask when he releases you from his embrace.

”Not really tired and I’d love to have tea with you.” Your thoughtfulness is one of the first things he noticed about you, and he appreciates your attempts to make your life together as normal as it can be. ”How are you feeling now?”

For the last couple of days your sore throat has been bothering you, but this morning you finally felt better. You chose to not attend Midnight Mass, even if you have looked forward to it for a long time, since you don’t want to risk ruining the holidays for other people by giving them a cold. Lorenzo, however, refused to stay away from you.

”I feel much better, I think it’s finally over.”

He gives you a kiss on your forehead. ”That’s the best Christmas present.” Then he looks down at your tights and oversized knitted sweater and smiles warmly. With a swift move, he pulls off his jacket. ”I’ll go and put on something else.”

You head for the kettle in the kitchen, and Lorenzo goes to your bedroom. He has his own drawer where he keeps some clothes and underwear. As you fill the mugs, you hear him pull out the drawer and go through his choices. While you’re seated on your sofa, he finally joins you, wearing grey sweatpants and a navy t-shirt. If you didn’t know, he would never be taken for a priest in this outfit. The t-shirt hugs his broad shoulders in a very flattering way and his sweatpants, well, you could probably write a poem about how well they fit him.

The tea with Christmas spices smells lovely but the steam rising from the mugs is a silent warning to be careful. You hand Lorenzo a gingerbread, and he takes it with a smirk. ”Are you feeding me cookies so I will be good to you tonight?”

You let out a short laugh. He looks playful, but you know what he means, and just the thought of him teasing every part of your sensitive body until you almost lose your senses, is enough to make your skin heat up.

”Maybe,” you wink at him as he takes a bite. You have already had a few—the baker needs to approve, right? But you take one more. It’s Christmas after all.

The open fire spreads its warm light over your living room, and you look around, pleased with how your decorations turned out. The tree with its baubles and the beautiful star at the top, the white mittens you use instead of socks and fill with green twigs. Your eyes fall on your newest addition, the small but very cute Yule goat you bought a week ago at the local market. He stands guard next to the little pile of carefully wrapped Christmas gifts. Lorenzo gently puts his arm around your shoulder and holds you close. He snuggles your hair and hums when you place your hand on his chest. Your living room breathes calmness; the only sounds are the ones coming from the open fire.

When you reach for your tea, Lorenzo lovingly strokes your back. The tea has cooled enough to be drinkable, and after you taste the first sip, you make a mental note to buy more of the wonderful blend. It’s flavored with oranges and cinnamon, and together with the gingerbread, it can’t taste more like Christmas. You wish time would stop so the two of you could stay like this forever. But all the preparations finally claim your energy, and you yawn.

”It’s getting late.” Lorenzo murmurs against your hair. ”I better eat one more cookie before I take you to bed, so I can be really good to you.” His voice holds the most delicious promise, and you know you will not fall asleep unsatisfied tonight.

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hdrobby · 2 years ago

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their bodies are sinfully close to one another’s now, & robby swears he can feel an electrical current sparking between them ;; one that has a magnetic pull, but is powerful enough to cause damage unless they’re careful. that’s the question though. are either of them equipped enough for the chaos that this could cause ? while he’s optimistic about it, the fact that the pair of them are exerting the same amount of carnal energy is both thrilling, & dangerous. maybe it’s the fact that they’re concealed within the walls of a public rehearsal space ;; maybe it’s the fact that sungho is inexperienced in this game & he’s asking robby to teach him the ropes ;; maybe it’s the fact that their mutual attraction is so immense that it’s hard to fully contain ;; maybe it’s a combination of all the above. whatever it is, robby feels ready for it, & as his hand is taken in sungho’s, he grins & licks over his lips — gazing upward at him as he speaks. the words that flow from such a kissable mouth entice him in many ways, & he hangs on each one of them with passionate investment ;; offering his senior his undivided attention. ❝ well, that only tells me that you don’t know me very well, but luckily for you, that can change... ❞ he replies in a cheeky tone, grinning enough for his dimples to be on full display ;; effortlessly charming.

with their hands becoming acquainted within one another’s, robby strengthens his grip on the older’s palm ;; adoring how strong it feels within his grasp. ❝ i guess you can say that i’m on the surprised side, sure, but only because i wasn’t expecting this sort of vibe from you, if you know what i mean. ❞ it’s a teasing remark, & he emphasizes his tone by winking playfully in sungho’s direction. ❝ it’s a good surprise, though... trust me. i’m not complainin’ at all. in fact, i’m really lookin’ forward to what other surprises may be in store for me tonight... ❞ the flirtation is strong in his tone, but he feels it’s appropriate now that their true feelings are out in the open. why be ashamed or hide his intentions anymore ? all he can hope is that sungho feels comfortable enough to follow his lead with that, but it’s made clear to robby that he is when his free hand wantonly grabs at his waist. it’s this contact that reminds him of the numerous times they’ve fallen into this position before, albeit rather innocently in the past. now, though ? the innocence is replaced with something else entirely.

wanting to kick things up a notch, he brings their pelvises together ;; simply wanting it to be known that he’s perfectly fine with the physicality that sungho still seems tentative about. it makes sense to him why he’s acting this way, but as the leader, of sorts, robby feels like it’s his job to take the reins when it comes to certain things ;; sensuality being one of them. ❝ i think all of that sounds fantastic, & i’d love to see your place. somethin’ tells me it’ll be way more comfy there, especially for all the things i’m thinkin’ we’ll get up to. ❞ then, he watches as sungho lifts his bag to his shoulder, & despite hating the new distance between them, he mirrors his moves ;; gathering his stuff before pressing himself back to his senior’s side once more. he doesn’t say anything, but instead begins to lead the way to their destination.

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after they arrived, robby insisted that they wash off away from one another. he figured doing so would build eagerness & anticipation in sungho, which is a good thing in his opinion. besides, he wants to take this time to properly clean himself. nightly showers are important to him ;; he truly believes that he needs to wash the day he had off of his physical being to truly start anew. the entire time he cleans up he wonders if sungho is thinking about him — if he’s curious about what’s on the other side of the wall. an impish grin tugs at the corners of his mouth, & when he feels properly rinsed off, he halts the water ;; steam beginning to rise from his body. he takes a deep breath, then reaches for his towel — patting himself completely dry before wrapping it around his waist. then, he ambles to the locker room to change.

though, before he drops the cloth concealing his body, he turns head to peer over his shoulder & gets an eyeful of sungho—wow. offering a sly smirk, he pivots around to face him. ❝ feelin’ good ? ❞ robby asks, licking over his lips. ❝ i know am... ❞

Sungho traced Robby’s smile with a sweeping glance, catching moments of his charms. He was a picture painted with strokes of fervor. He was deceivingly warm too, since at first glance all he could do was concentrate on his fiery hair, his crystal sharp eyes; then it’s the sound of his voice that has him trapped. It boiled through Robby, adding a seamless attitude to everything he did— it made him undeniably attractive. Robby was dangerous for Sungho, he knew that but he stays anyway, steps closer just the same. Until the younger was within grasp, and he plays with the idea of taking his hand, gently brushing his against Robby’s. Whatever was forming between them, he was deceptively ready. He wonders then if he was as easy to read as he felt. Granted he had a favorable touch, but you learn so much about others from the things that can’t be said, only experienced, a language all of it’s own… There, sizing up his hand with a stroke of his thumb, he hoped to learn this touch was alright. “I do, a lot. I’m sorry for not asking sooner. You make me nervous, I won’t lie, and I didn’t expect… This.” A chuckle escapes him, curiosity living in Robby’s tone, fervor worming through his crafted grins, even down to his speech— Sungho was a fool and didn’t hold back from blurting out his truth, certainly a chink in his armor.

His jaw clenches, favoring the sound of Robby’s voice then his own suggestions, and the shower comment couldn’t go unnoticed. Sungho immediately favored Robby’s idea, put the training to the back of his mind, and started to fantasize of a night with him. “Does that surprise you?” How coy of him, when he’s confessed already to this being a first for him. Still, he as curious about how the other must be feeling, he didn’t want to confuse Robby, or neglect his feelings. And even with the closeness, the distance still felt too great. So he embraces the idea had already been made up, about Robby and how they were definitely leaving together that night. “I’m starting to really like how that sounds. Yeah, let’s do it.” He didn’t just say it, his other hand reaches out for Robby’s waist as an answer, before lips open to speak. His touch was still somewhat apprehensive, as he towered over Robby.

“We should hit the city; if it gets too late, you’re welcome to crash in my space. We’ll be alone.” Sungho says, low, and just for him. Robby was tucked away presently, specifically for Sungho, and he liked the idea of having a special person. He was making his case, but this moment could be better felt under the steam of showers… Sungho doesn’t want to seem too commanding, but it’s his turn to make a move. He slung his bag over his shoulders, and by the hand, pulled Robby to him so they can get there together. “C’mon. You said something about, showers? Right?” His heart pounds fast, racing against itself — he wanted Robby, a little selfishly and compulsively as if hoarding the person the whole world wanted to give attention to.

#〈 ⚠ 〉 ——— 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. sungho.

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kurosukii · 4 years ago

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𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥

pairing: matsukawa issei x f!reader

summary: you’re so glad that you married a loving and doting man who cares for your child as if she’s his own flesh and blood; you just didn’t expect that his son would take a certain liking to you as well...

genre: smut, stepcest au

warnings: 18+. noncon/dubcon, pseudoincest (stepcest), somnophilia, dubcon cheating, milf reader, use of ‘mommy’ (not in the femdom way), creepy and possessive issei, slight voyeurism and exhibitionism, body image issues, corruption, manipulation, panty sniffing, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, unprotected sex, mutual masturbation, spitting, degradation, praise, size kink, breeding kink, biting, nipple play, oral (f receiving), humping, cockwarming, cumplay, creampie, overstimulation, mating press, doggy style

word count: 6.4k

author’s note: for @karasunosimp‘s it’s raining milk collab! thank you for letting me join! hehe so it’s another stepcest au,,, also i’ve already written for 3/4 of the seijoh four EEK (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

° thank you to @meiansmistress @ssrated1volleyballplayer @bokuroskitten @anime-nymph for beta-reading and editing! <33

[11:53 AM]

“have fun at the amusement park! stay safe and always listen to your dad, okay?” you say sweetly to your jumping daughter.

you giggle at her excitement, your heart and cheeks warming when you see her eyes twinkling with unbridled joy as she holds her stepdad’s finger with her entire hand.

“bye mommy! i’ll see you later when we get back! have fun with nii-chan!” she answers loudly, squealing when your husband picks her up and twirls her around as they walk down the path to the car.

you wave them off, returning inside and closing the door with a click. you wince at the sound, louder now that your daughter’s giggles and squeals are gone.

meanwhile, issei leans against the wall with his thick arms crossed as he shamelessly looks you over from head to toe. he slowly licks his bottom lip, clearly liking what he sees.

you’re now hyper aware of your bare nipples brushing against the fabric of your shirt, and paired with the flimsy linen shorts you’re wearing, the room definitely feels hotter with the sexual tension that’s permeating the air

sexual tension that you’ve been blatantly ignoring ever since you married into the matsukawa household.

“why are you always so nervous around me, mommy?” issei asks, feigning innocence. his eyes twinkle and lips stretch into a smirk when he sees your breath hitch.

you don’t bother to grace him with an answer, heavy lump forming in your throat as you speed walk past him and into the kitchen.

he chuckles at your reaction and pushes himself off the wall, following you as his eyes watch your swaying hips. issei is hungry and it has more to do with the woman in front of him rather than the steaming plate of food on the table.

after you’re done fixing up the table and finally take a seat, you pray to any higher being within earshot to ask for strength in dealing with your wayward stepson.

you really don’t like being alone with him and it’s not because you don’t want to be around him. it’s because you’re afraid of what he might do to you.

you weren’t born yesterday and you’ve lived a long enough life to know when a man is looking at you like he wants to spread your legs and pound you until you’re a writhing mess underneath him.

because that’s how issei looks at you and he’s not ashamed about it either. it genuinely shocks you because his father—your husband—can be in the room and issei will still undress you with his eyes.

you thought you were being delusional at first, ashamed at how you secretly accused your husband’s son of leering at and having inappropriate thoughts about you.

it turned out that you weren’t wrong, however, because you came home one afternoon to get something you left, expecting that no one would be there so imagine your shock when you passed by issei’s slightly opened door and heard him pleasuring himself.

you were about to run back downstairs until you heard him groan your name as he was stroking his cock. you choked out a gasp as you stood by his door. he was naked, tanned body glistening with sweat as he fucked his hand.

you couldn’t help but gape at his thick and long cock—bigger than your husband’s, as much as you were ashamed to admit—and you watched him for a few minutes, panties drenched with how much slick and pre-cum was leaking out of issei’s, for lack of a better word, horsecock.

your face burned when his hips jerked and he sprayed his cum all over himself, moaning your name long and hard as his body twitched from the stimulation.

needless to say, you went back to work with soiled panties and a hot face, not knowing that watching issei masturbate to the thought of you would be the turning point that led to the taboo relationship with your stepson.

the sound of utensils falling and clanging break you from your memories; your face burns at being caught red handed and you squirm uncomfortably in your seat.

issei apologizes for the disturbance and continues eating, never failing to wink every time you glance at him. he knows the effect he has on you and he relishes in it, teasing his stepmom endlessly.

he can’t wait to expose you for the little whore you actually are, and what better than to seize the opportunity of the both of you having the house all to yourselves?

“your little one and my dad are out bonding in the amusement park and i know for sure that they’ll be there all the way into the night,” he says, setting down his utensils and wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

the movement of his hands causes the many rings on his fingers to reflect against the light and he looks at you from under his thick lashes, brown eyes smoldering with shameless desire.

“so why don’t we do some bonding too?” he asks and chuckles when you choke on your food. he reaches for your cup of water and hands it to you, thick and ring-clad fingers brushing against yours as you take it from him.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you, mommy?” he whispers, his voice raspy and deep. you shiver at his sensual tone, fingers gripping the cup hard. you clear your throat loudly after swallowing, willing yourself to ignore his advances and innuendos.

“i’m tired, issei. i’m going to take a nap after eating,” you say sternly, glaring when he seems not to take you seriously. he laughs lowly, letting out an okay, whatever you say, before standing up and stretching.

your cheeks warm when he groans, similar to the one you heard before, and you jump out of your chair and begin to gather all the plates and leftover food.

“let me clean up, hmm? you did all the cooking and prepping. ” issei stops you with a large hand on your forearm. his skin is hot to the touch but his rings feel cool, the juxtaposition making you lightheaded.

he’s breathing down on you, large body covering yours while his intoxicating scent invades your senses. you shake your head and mumble out a garbled ‘thank you’ before you leave the kitchen and issei, practically sprinting up the stairs and towards the room you share with your husband.

you close the door once you’re inside, breathing heavily as you hear your heartbeat in your ears. damn him, you growl in your head. you ought to give him an earful about personal spaces and appropriate manners.

you sigh loudly as you walk to the dresser, intent on changing into your silky nightgown for your midday nap. you wear the garment to help you feel attractive, despite your age and changed body. you remove your shirt over your head and shiver when you see how hard and pebbled your nipples are.

even though your mind refuses to succumb to issei, your body is a whole different story. you wince when you remove your shorts and feel the dampness in your panties, making shame and guilt course through you as you put on your nightgown.

of all the people in the world, only your husband should make you feel this way. no one else, and certainly not his son. what would he think of you? what would your daughter think of you?

fuck, why are you even allowing yourself to think like this?

you know that if you ask issei to stop acting inappropriately towards you, he would listen—wouldn’t he?

you know the reason why you allowed this whole forbidden staring and teasing to go on for so long was because you felt lonely. which angers you, because you have a loving husband and you couldn’t ask for anything more.

but he didn’t exactly make you feel desired. sure, you’ve been intimate with him but he didn’t look at you the way you want to be looked at—like you’re the sexiest woman he’s ever seen. you feel ashamed, as if all the attention and love your husband gives means nothing to you.

as someone who has gone through major bodily changes, the ugly face of insecurity easily rears its head when you look at yourself in the mirror—but that doesn’t mean you regret having your daughter, not at all.

it’s just one of those things that has been ingrained in you and you find it hard to escape. which is why whenever issei looks at you with hungry eyes, you can’t help but feel wanted, desired.

it’s as if he doesn’t care about the extra weight you put on or the stretch marks on your body—no, he doesn’t care about any of that. you wouldn’t have believed it if it weren’t for his incessant teasing and the fact that he masturbates to the thought of you.

but you know it’s wrong, that it can never be. you sigh dejectedly as you lie down on the soft and cold bed, staring up at the ceiling. you have to talk to issei about this whole game and tell him to stop it before his father finds out.

and issei’s molten brown eyes are the last thing you think of before you finally close your eyes.

issei hums as he wipes his hands on the towel, looking in the direction you ran off. he smirks to himself as he puts back on his rings, body brimming with excitement and desire. time to pay you a visit.

he walks up the stairs, footsteps loud in the quiet house. he finds himself right in front of your door and leans his ear on the wood. he’s met with silence as he slowly turns the knob and enters the dimly lit room.

his eyes immediately find your sleeping form and he feels his cock stir in his pants, making the fabric tighten around his crotch.

fuck, you’re so god-damn beautiful.

long legs carry him over to you. he puts one knee on the bed, making it dip as his long fingers caress your cheek. his rings complement your complexion, his thumb and index finger lightly squeezing your parted lips.

he watches in fascination as your eyelashes flutter against your cheek and his cock twitches again when he hears your little whimper as he plays with your slightly damp lips.

his fingers continue their ministrations as his sharp eyes travel down your form, smirking when he sees your nipples poking through the silky fabric. to his delight, he notices your nightgown riding up your body, revealing the frilly white cloth of your panties.

he groans softly as his cock hardens and the bed dips even more as he puts his whole weight on it. he stops his movements on your face and maneuvers himself until his large body is over you.

his eyes burn holes through your panties and his breathing becomes heavier. god, he knows it’s wrong to touch and feel you up while you’re sleeping, but you’re so fucking breathtaking and he can’t help himself. after all, he’s been waiting for an opportunity like this to happen.

there’s a slight tremor in his hands as they hover over the exposed skin of your thighs. he lays them gently on your skin and he groans lowly in his throat. fuck, you’re so smooth and soft.

he squeezes them a few times before he gently pries your legs open, watching your reaction carefully in case you wake up. your breaths are still even and he takes that as a signal to spread your legs wider, raising them until your feet are planted on the bed.

he bites his lower lip to stifle his groan once he sees the wet patch on the center of your frilly panties. you’re such a fucking whore and he knows that it’s for him and only him.

he positions his body until he’s lying on his stomach, slightly rutting the bed to relieve the tension in his cock. his head moves between your legs, directly in front of your heated and covered pussy.

you stir slightly when you feel a breeze on your exposed skin, making issei stiffen. you settle down and he sighs in relief, thinking fuck it before he inhales the scent of your arousal.

he growls lowly in his throat at your smell, sticking out his tongue and licking a long and wet stripe up your covered slit. you moan softly, but that doesn’t deter issei from groaning into your cunt.

he raises his body and sits up on his haunches, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your panties. he slowly pulls them down and his eyes practically glow as he sees your bare pussy for the first time.

his throbbing cock twitches when he sees a string of slick connecting your cunt to your panties. he gently lifts your hips and stretches your legs so he can remove the soiled underwear, watching your sleeping face carefully before positioning your legs again.

he knows he’s a disgusting man, but what can he do when you’re offering yourself up so sweetly to him?

he bunches the fabric in his hand, ringed fingers making an indent on the cotton as he brings it up to his nose, closing his eyes as he inhales deeply.

he growls at your fresh scent, his body tensing at the new wave of arousal that drenched your panties. he watches as you squirm and move around, rubbing your thighs together as you whimper quietly in your sleep.

his eyes flash. is his naughty stepmom having a wet dream? that explains why your panties feel wetter in his hand...

well, issei is nothing but a man who makes women’s dreams come true, and it just so happens that you’ve captured his attention—and quite frankly, his dick.

he throws your panties to the floor after a few more sniffs and quickly dives back between your legs. he’s up close to your naked pussy, pupils blown wide as he stares at your hole that’s clenching around nothing.

you’re wet but not wet enough by his standards, so he gathers all the saliva he has in his mouth and parts your folds with two thick fingers. he spits on your cunt, the little sound coursing through the quiet room.

he watches intently as the globule of spit slides down your lower lips and you shiver, moaning at the cold feeling between your legs. you squirm more as your mind gets filled with a certain haziness, unable to distinguish what’s real and what’s a dream.

throwing caution out the window, issei wastes no time and finds your clit, suckling it into the damp heat of his mouth. he groans at the taste of your pussy, his hips rutting the bed once more.

the vibrations from his lips make you moan loudly and arch into issei’s mouth. your eyes are squeezed tightly as you thrash around the bed, making you instinctively close your legs, squeezing issei’s head between them.

his hands grab your thighs, the cold rings on his fingers digging into your skin as he pries them open. he shakes his head with your clit in his mouth, making you cry out and tremble.

god, your dream feels so fucking real. you’ve never felt pleasure like this before and you love it. your fingers grip the sheets as you involuntarily roll your hips, following the motions of issei’s tongue and lips.

his chin is drenched with his saliva and your juices as the bed creaks from the rutting of his hips. frankly, he doesn’t care how loud and sloppy he’s being if it means you’re this responsive.

issei lets go of one thigh and moves his arm under him while his mouth continues to suck and lick your clit. he watches through his lashes as your chest rises and falls quickly, cute moans falling from your mouth.

the silk of your nightgown is dark with how heated your body is, your sweat dampening the fabric. your nipples are so hard that they’re poking through the garment.

his tongue flicks against your puffy clit as he slowly inserts two fingers—the ones that aren’t adorned with rings—into your leaking cunt.

the feeling of his long fingers inside your pussy makes you cry out and your toes curl from the full feeling. the new stimulation and volume of your pleasured sounds awakens you, your foggy eyes wide and confused.

you’re still groggy when you sit up and lean on your hands, your mind processing what’s happening when you realize that it wasn’t a dream at all.

no, it’s real and issei’s really between your legs, lapping away and fingering your aching pussy. your mind clears and you choke out a gasp in between your moans as you watch him in shock.

issei watches the emotions cross your face the whole time and his chest puffs out, his ego rising knowing that he’s the one doing this to you.

your frantic eyes meet his and he winks slyly. you tug at his hair ready to pull his head and mouth off of you because this is so wrong, but he beats you to it. his tongue swirls and flicks faster at your pulsing bud, his fingers increasing their thrusting.

now that you’re awake, he doesn’t have to care about his volume anymore so he lets out loud groans and grunts, the vibrations reverberating through you and making your pussy tingle.

“issei, t-this is wrong! s-top! stop!” you beg, voice immediately turning into a loud moan when he ignores you and bobs his head faster.

he moans to himself, knowing that your body is betraying you because although you’re begging him to stop, your hand is tugging his hair as you desperately fuck his face and fingers.

you taste so good that he can’t stop even if he wanted to.

“i-i mean it! get off—oh my god!” you scream when he gives your clit a hard suck. coupled with the squelching sounds and speed of his thrusting fingers, you cum all over his mouth.

you breathe heavily, face flushed and blissed out as you watch issei kiss your inner thighs before rising between your legs.

his mouth and chin are glistening with your cum and his pink tongue darts out to lick his lips clean of your juices, groaning as he meets your eyes.

you notice the dark patch on his crotch and your cheeks flame when you realize that he came the same time as you, but that doesn’t ease your worries because his cock is still hard and twitching.

once you regain some of your bearings, you realize what exactly just occurred and you let out a little scream as you try to scramble away from issei, shame filling your body.

he doesn’t let you get away from him, however, because he immediately pushes you on your back and crashes his swollen lips to yours.

you yelp at the sudden movement and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, grinding his hard cock on your wet and leaking pussy, further drenching the fabric of his pants.

you taste your essence as he massages his tongue with yours. you moan, tugging at his messy curly hair, trying and failing to pull him off you.

his hands find purchase on your thighs and he squeezes them, making you shiver at his cold rings. you whimper when he wraps your legs around his waist, grinding into you with a force harder than before.

your saliva mixes with his as the lewd clicking sounds of your mouths fill your ears. issei grinds on you one last time before he lifts his head from yours, lips separating with a trail of spit connecting them.

satisfied with kissing you, he stares at your face, gaze smoldering. you try to push him off you, but to no avail. he only tightens your legs around his waist as you struggle against him.

you suck in a breath as you feel the heat of his cock directly on your naked pussy. issei smirks lazily at you, tutting at you as if you’re inconveniencing him. your hands tug at his hair more, desperately trying to anchor yourself.

“if i had known your pussy tastes that sweet, my face would stay buried between your legs for the rest of my days,” he says suavely, his tongue darting out and licking his lips as he looks at yours.

you moan softly at his words and you’re now keenly aware of your nightgown sticking to your skin, making you uncomfortable as your nipples brush against the sweaty fabric. issei notices your discomfort and clicks his tongue.

“i think you’ve been hiding your pretty tits from me for far too long,” he whispers, his hot breath caressing your face. his hands move from your thighs and his fingers hook under the straps of your nightgown.

you shiver underneath him as his hands remove the sweaty fabric from your body, ring-clad fingers ghosting the sensitive skin of your arms.

you whine in distress as issei discards your nightgown somewhere behind him. you’ve never felt so exposed, your bare and glistening body being scrutinised by his dark eyes.

your insecurities start to get the better of you and you move your arms to cover your breasts and mound. issei stops you, large hands putting your arms back to your side.

“don’t hide from me, baby,” he whispers, his head dipping as he kisses the crook of your neck. his hands go to your chest and he palms both of your aching tits, squeezing and kneadingthe soft skin.

you moan, arching into the warm and cool feeling of his fingers. issei continues sucking and leaving marks on the skin of your neck as he whispers his thoughts.

“i know my dad doesn’t fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked,” he claims, making you squirm under his body that’s still clothed.

shame momentarily disappearing, you claw at his shirt and pants. he chuckles at your impatience and his hands leave your breasts for a moment, removing his shirt in record time.

he gets off the bed and makes quick work of his pants, kicking them off and quickly returning to the bed—to you. he didn’t give you the chance to look at his hard cock—not that you needed to anyway, because you already know what it looks like.

you yelp when issei puts his arms around you and settles you down on his lap, giving you a clear view of his cock that’s bobbing against his defined abdomen.

you gulp, nervousness filling your body as you stare at his large cock. seeing it up close is absolutely different—it’s longer and thicker than any other dick you’ve ever seen.

issei’s ego rises as he watches you. he’s always been proud of his size but seeing you? the object of his and his dick’s affections sitting on his lap? well, that’s enough to boost any man’s ego.

“see what you do to me?” he asks, guiding your hand to his throbbing cock. you whimper when you hold his shaft, your hand barely wrapping around him. issei hisses at the feeling of your soft hand touching his sensitive skin.

“you’re so fucking sexy and i can’t stop thinking about how you’d look like bouncing on my cock,” he admits, urging you to stroke his dick faster.

you slowly pump his shaft and moan when you feel his fingers—the same ones from before—find your swollen clit, slowly circling the pulsing bud. your free hand squeezes his shoulder as his fingers move faster.

you squeal when he inserts two fingers inside your cunt, making your hand squeeze his cock. he groans in at the stimulation, making his abs clench.

“i-ssei!” you whine, head thrown back as he pumps his fingers into you faster. the squelching sounds of his fingers scissoring your insides causes a knot to slowly form at the pit of your stomach.

“gotta prep this pussy more, baby,” he says breathlessly, watching your slack-jawed face as you stroke and twist his cock.

“still so fucking tight, can’t wait to sink into you,” he grunts, moving your body so he can get a better angle at your g-spot.

“bet i can fuck you better than my dad ever will, mommy,” he growls, curling his fingers inside of you as he ends his sentence. you lurch forward and cry out, eyes fluttering at the pleasure.

“see? you want my cock—shit—so badly, huh? look at how your hand is squeezing and s-stroking me, fuck,” he stutters, feeling his orgasm approach. his free hand squeezes your hip, keeping your balance.

you shake your head frantically at his statement, still not admitting that you want this, want him.

“stop fighting it. i know you want me as much as i want you,” he grates, curling his fingers again and making you wail at the pleasure. your fingers twist and pump his cock, pre-cum leak from the tip. your hand feels warm and slick as you continue to jerk issei’s shaft.

“gonna cum baby, cum with me,” he whispers into your skin, breaths heavy as the slick sounds of your fluids fill the room.

your body is trembling and you know you’re nearing your orgasm once more. you bury your face in the crook of his neck, moans and whimpers falling from your lips.

“c-cumming, issei!” you scream when his thumb circles your clit just as he curls his fingers again inside your tight pussy, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

he follows after you, hot spurts of his cum staining your hand and arm. he groans and throws his head back as he feels the heat of his essence coat his abs and thighs.

he removes his fingers from your cunt and gently pushes you back on the bed. you yelp when issei grabs the back of your thighs and pushes them to your chest, folding your body in half.

“i’m going to fuck you until all you and i can hear in this house are your cute and sexy moans,” he growls, spreading your legs and baring your clenching hole to his dark eyes.

his cock bobs as he moves forward and he takes hold of his shaft, one long vein on the underside. he taps it a few times on your clit, making you whine and close your eyes.

you take a deep breath as he inserts the tip, body shaking as his large cock goes inside of you, inch by inch.

you open your eyes and claw at his arms when the stretch starts to become uncomfortable. you look down and gasp, eyes wide as you have a clear view of his fat cock splitting you.

“god, you’re so fucking tight,” he growls, squeezing your thighs as he slowly bottoms out.

“you’re so big, issei,” you moan, leaning your head back on the pillow as your eyes flutter at the feeling of his cock stretching your walls.

“mhmm, big enough to fuck you the way you want to be fucked, mommy,” he chuckles then groans when your cunt squeezes around him.

“fuck—do you like it when i call you mommy?” he growls when your tight walls clamp down on him again. you shake your head, a futile attempt in proving him wrong.

“who knew my mommy is so kinky,” he mocks you and before you can even reprimand him, his entire length bottoms out in one swift thrust.

“issei! fuck!” you scream, scratching his forearms as your back arches, toes curling at the sudden thrust.

you feel so fucking full. of all the cocks you’ve taken, issei’s definitely tops the list. you can feel every part of him, from the single vein to the throbbing of his length.

he groans loudly, squeezing your thighs so hard that his rings will definitely leave bruises later. he fights to controls himself, willing not to cum at the feeling of your pussy finally enveloping him.

he sucks in a breath and leans his forehead against yours, pulling out slowly, leaving only the tip of his cock inside your pussy. you whine at the loss, missing the way he stretches you.

he thrusts back in, bottoming out as his tip teases the entrance of your cervix. you cry out in both pain and pleasure, still trying to adjust to his size.

he stays still inside of you for a few seconds before he places his hands on the bed, your calves resting on his upper arms. he starts thrusting, moving in and out of your cunt.

you mumble incoherently, breasts bouncing with each thrust issei makes. you grab both of his wrists, squeezing them as the sounds of your skin meeting his fill your ears.

issei groans and hisses, panting heavily as he pounds your pussy, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. he leans down to your ear, licking the sensitive skin and making your shaking body tremble even more as you whine.

“bet you’re happy now, huh?” he whispers in between his groans, biting your earlobe.

“w-what do you—oh my god, issei!” you stutter, but then he fucks you harder and faster, making you keen and arch your back. he makes your body contort into positions you’ve never been in before—until now.

“do you think you’re quiet when you touch yourself during your late night showers?” he asks you in a condescending manner, smirking when you whine at his statement.

“i can fucking hear you when i go to the kitchen. you’re such a slut. moaning your stepson’s name, imagining that he’s the one who’s touching your pussy,” he growls as he buries his head in your neck, his hot breaths fanning your skin.

“but i guess i don’t have the right to talk, huh? i fuck my fist every night and imagine it’s your tight cunt wrapped around me,” he finishes, nipping away at your skin before his hands return the back of your sweaty thighs.

he slaps them, in sync with his thrusts, making you wince at the metal of his rings. your shaking arms reach for your ankles, setting everything on display for issei.

you’re loudly chanting his name like a prayer, pleasure running through every nerve in your body. for the first time in your life, you’re actually enjoying getting fucked silly—never mind that it’s your stepson who’s making you moan like a pornstar.

his thrusts are heavy and deep as he slowly toys with your clit and you jerk when his fingers draw circles on the aching bud. your body’s trembling harder than before, loud moans and whines falling from your open mouth as drool seeps from the corners.

“i-i’m gonna cum, issei!” you squeal as the sound of the headboard hitting the wall and the squelching noises coming from your pussy make the pit in your stomach slowly tip over.

“cum, baby. cum all over my fat cock,” he whines, throwing his head back as he jackhammers into you, his cock throbbing and his balls tightening as he prepares to empty himself inside of you.

“c-cumming i-issei! fuck!” you scream, your hands squeezing your ankles as your legs shake from your intense orgasm. your cunt is practically suffocating issei’s cock, making his hips jerk and stop.

his mouth falls open into a loud and heavy groan as he spills his hot and sticky cum inside of you. there’s so much cum that it leaks out of you and around his cock as it drips down to the drenched sheets below your bodies.

you finally set your shaking legs down as your trembling body aches from your folded position. issei falls on top of you, elbows on the bed as his sweaty face is smothered by your breasts.

his cock is still inside of you, twitching as more cum spills inside of your soiled pussy. your heavy breaths fill the cool air of the room as you recover, feeling disgusting at all sweat and cum on and in your body.

issei lifts himself off of you and pulls out of your cunt, making you both sigh and groan at the drag of his cock. your mixed fluids immediately trickle out of your pussy and you moan at the thick feeling.

issei furrows his brows as his fingers scoop his cum and quickly pushes it back. you whine as the tips of his fingers tease your hole, squirming away from him as your clit throbs from the overstimulation.

you’re kind of expecting him to roll over you and lie down but he shocks you—it’s evident with the way you yelp when flips your body over to your stomach, his large hands raising your hips until you’re kneeling on the sheets.

“i can’t fucking get enough of you, baby,” he says breathlessly, chest still heaving at the previous round. but it’s true, he really can’t get enough of you—not when he knows the taste and feel of your pussy.

“i-issei, i-i can’t,” you whine when he holds his cock and hovers before your dripping cunt. he doesn’t pay any heed to your whimpers, mostly because he knows you still want more of this, more of him.

“you say that but your pussy is telling me a different story,” he smirks and you can hear the condescension in his voice as his thumb rubs the sweaty skin of your hips.

he doesn’t give you any time to reply because he quickly sinks into you, your mouth falling open into a loud moan as his fat cock stretches you open once more.

fuck, even if you’ve already taken him, the stretch and ache still feels the same. he’s so fucking big that you know you won’t ever get used to his size, no matter how many times he fucks you.

he doesn’t waste any time and starts rolling his hips, his thighs loudly slapping against your ass. he hisses as one of his hands lie flat on your back, pushing it down to form a deeper arch.

“i know you saw me jerking off. did you like the show i put on for you, mommy?” he growls, his other hand gripping the back of your neck and smothering your face on the sweat-stained sheets.

you moan into the fabric when you hear the mocking endearment, your drool mixing with all the other fluids. your fingers bunch the sheets between them as the loud creaking and thumping of the bed fill your ears.

“i came so hard because i knew you were watching me work my cock,” he groans, thrusting hard and deep. your cunt squeezes his cock when you remember that afternoon. so all this time? he was shamelessly coaxing you towards him?

you huff, pride slightly damaged when you hear his admission. you’ll show him that he’s not the only one who can fuck like an animal.

you whimper when you spread your knees—which is a feat in itself because issei’s thrusts practically send your body flying forward. you moan when he hits your sweet spot, making tingles run down your spine.

you start meeting his thrusts, no longer letting him do all the pulling and jostling. his eyes flash when he realizes what you’re doing, which only encourages him to fuck you harder.

his hands palm your jiggling ass, leaving marks on your soft skin. you leave your head buried in the sheets, the sheets, stifling your moans and whines because if you don’t, —you’ll definitely make the walls shake with how loud you are.

“yeah that’s a good girl. fuck yourself on my cock, come on,” he coaxes you, deep voice raspy as his own body trembles at the pleasure of your walls clamping down on his cock.

“fuck—look at how your slutty cunt is taking me,” he growls when you roll your hips, the angle sending new waves of pleasure to the both of you.

“god, i wanna fuck you in front of my dad just so he knows that your pussy belongs to me,” he hisses, holding your hips as he takes control of the pace again.

his thrusts become sloppy and erratic, the loud slapping of skin a constant symphony as he maintains the fast pace. you turn your head to the side and breathe deeply, choking out a moan as he continuously hits your g-spot.

“want me to make you a mommy again? get your belly all swollen and round with my kid?” he says, voice shaking as his heavy balls slap against your skin. he’s close, he can feel it.

you’re close too, just a few more deep and hard thrusts and you’ll gush around his cock again. issei leans over your body, his chest covering the entire expanse of your sweaty back.

you squeal when your knees drop and you fall flat on the bed, your entire front rubbing against the sheets. you whimper shakily when your nipples brush against the soft fabric, the extra stimulation making your body jerk back against issei’s thrusting cock.

“issei! g-gonna c-cum a-again!” you squeal, voice shaking from how raw your throat feels. your moans increase in pitch and volume the nearer you get to your orgasm.

“fuck, your pussy feels like heaven!” issei groans, his own voice increasing in pitch and volume as well as he reaches his limit. you feel his cock swell and throb before thick and hot spurts of his cum coat your clenching walls.

“issei—oh my god!” you wail, cumming at the same time as him. your mouth stays open in a silent scream as you close your eyes tightly, cunt spasming as you drench his cock with your essence.

you wince when you feel the squelching of your mixed juices as issei rolls to his side, bringing you with him. both of you are quivering with pleasure and overstimulation, breathing heavy with your chests rising and falling rapidly.

his cock finally softens inside of you, clearly spent for the day. more cum falls out of your pussy, staining your sweaty bodies even more.

his parted lips find your neck, sucking and licking away at glistening skin. you whine, tilting your head, exposing more skin for him to mark.

you sigh tiredly, exhaustion finally catching up to you. you don’t really care that you’re dirty and soiled with sweat and cum—or the fact that issei’s dick is still inside of you. you just want to rest.

your eyes droop, ready to fall asleep enveloped in issei’s warm chest and arms, along with the wandering of his soft lips on your neck—until you hear a very familiar voice shout from downstairs, loud footsteps running up the stairs.

“honey! issei! we’re finally home!”

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