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"Jax makes a few questionable life choices and Ragatha, Pomni, and Gangle are along for the ride."
#the amazing digital circus#Dazed and Amused#Fanfiction#Ragatha#Jax#Pomni#Gangle#Zooble#Kinger#Caine#The Digital Carnival#Ragatha x Jax#Bunnydoll#Jax shoots himself in the foot
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guilty perfectionist au four, shaking three: ARE YOU FUCKING DUMB. THATS THE AVATAR THAT YOU ARE TRYING TO *MURDER* IF HE DIES WE ALL GO DOWN WITH HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHAKES GUARDIAN PARTNER WITH BOTH ANGER & HOLY-SHIT-WE-COULD'VE-DIED!!
#mario is watchin- although a bit dazed because he got thrown into the fuckin ceiling- with both amusement & confusion#i love them.#the engineer doodles (art tag)#smg4#smg3#it's gotta be perfect#smg4 au#au#guilty perfectionist au#4's wrath is not to be messed with
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Yandere! House Monster x Reader (II)
Itâs officially a smutty sitcom: you, the oblivious gamer boyfriend, and the tentacle monster lurking in dark corners.
[First part]
Content: gender neutral reader, monster smut
Do monsters have a sense of humor? This creature seems to be greatly amused by the little "game" you've devised behind your boyfriend's back. Although you don't have much input in the affair, and most of the time you're merely a witness to the events unfolding before you (or in you).
First, there's the mild, inoffensive annoyances. "Babe, did you see my controller? I swear I left it on the couch". Some pranks are harder to swallow than others, such as the occasional lack of Internet. You know exactly when it happens, because you can hear your boyfriend's enraged shouts and rattles. It's always during important matches. No one knows why it happens. The repairmen who cross your threshold can only scratch their heads in confusion, confessing that nothing is out of the ordinary.
Then, the unfortunate coincidences. "How about we have some fun after my game?", the boyfriend will suggest with an anticipative grin. Alas, moments after he stands up, he is overwhelmed by a nauseous feeling. His stomach twirls and throbs, and he curses under his breath. "Some other time, perhaps", he concludes begrudgingly. You see, the creature is very possessive. The only thing that has saved your beloved partner from being torn to shreds already is his crassly comical obliviousness.
The mischief aimed towards the boyfriend is, however, a secondary source of entertainment. Nothing could ever come close to spending time with you. Yet another irony to this ridiculous situation: you haven't been caught yet, despite the rabid clinginess of the tentacled monster.
It just loves surprising you. For example, when you exhale dramatically at the end of the day, relaxing in the bathtub and enjoying your peace. Just as you hear an impatient knock on the door, you notice a familiar dark tendril slithering its way out of the water. You won't be leaving the bathroom anytime soon. "Did you steam yourself over there? You look like a lobster", the boyfriend will remark with a raised eyebrow upon seeing your panting, feverish face. "Y-yeah, I guess so." You limp outside, struggling to hold the towel around your body. Or more specifically, around the many marks left on your skin by hundreds of suckers.
In fact, its shamelessness reminds you of a poorly written erotic scenario, the likes you'd see on some adult website with a clickbait title. How would you name this current setup? You grip the edge of the table, pursing your lips to prevent any moans escaping your mouth. Your boyfriend is, once again, scrolling on his phone, indifferent to your presence. The water boiling on the stove drowns the wet, slippery sounds of the appendages pumping in and out of you underneath the table. âYou might want to give it a stir in a moment, or itâll overflowâ, the boyfriend remarks without lifting his gaze. You mumble in agreement, slapping a hand over your mouth. Youâre at your limit.
One may be tempted to ask, is this entity bound to its house? You pondered the same question until your recent IKEA visit. You and your boyfriend had been looking for a new wardrobe. "What do you think of this one?", you asked, closing the door and turning around. Your eyes scanned the empty model-bedroom. The jackass had wandered ahead without you. You sighed and were about to go find him, when a cold grip suddenly tightened around your wrist. You winced and snapped your head back. Thick tendrils had made their way out of the closet, tugging you to join them inside. So it can follow you around, you thought, climbing into the cramped space. Between the silent whines and breathy begging, an idea emerges from your dazed mind. New hypothetical video title: mercilessly molested in the IKEA store by monster partner.
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yandere x you#yandere monster#yandere monster x reader#yandere headcanons#yandere scenarios#yandere imagines#monster x reader#monster x human#monster boyfriend#tentacle monster#monster smut#terato#teratophillia#monster fucker
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Great With Kids? (You Can Have Mine) - C.K.
Synopsis. When your younger brother gets a new babysitter, only two questions linger on your mind: 1. How come your parents didnât trust you in charge? 2. How dare the sexy babysitter be so perfect - it made you want some attention too.
Pairings. Choso Kamo x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, babysitter! Choso, male masturbation, voyeurism (from reader), Choso with nipple piercings and eyeliner hngh, unprotected, 69, choking, overstim, oral (male + female receiving), creampie, dirty talk, friends-to-lovers, Choso is down BAD and always has been, mentioned younger brother, swearing.Â
Word count. 9.0k
A/N. Gojo longfic next time because I miss my pretty blue-eyed princess.
Your younger brotherâs new babysitter was hot.
With a capital h.Â
Scarily hot, in fact, that it made you wonder why the hell people stopped having babysitters past the age of 14.
Ah, Choso Kamo, the ever-elusive eldest son of the Itadoriâs from next door. You still remember the first time you met him - well, mostly.Â
The world was rocking gently at exactly 12:34AM after a night out with your old high school friends. And so were you, stumbling tipsily into your driveway, soaking up the warm summer air.Â
Fumbling with the doorbell, you fully expected your parents to still be away on that extravagant couplesâ cruise theyâd won - one that probably cost more than your tuition.
Which also meant you expected the old lady from down the street to be babysitting tonight. Still wide awake and absolutely bursting at the seams to give you a detailed rundown about the neighborhood tea - whoâs divorcing who, and her top suspects for who stole her prized garden gnome.Â
What you certainly did not expect was for that door to swing open and to find yourself face-to-face with the most ridiculously attractive man youâve ever laid eyes on. Shirtless.
Dazed, your eyes involuntarily sweep his figure from head to toe - taking in every inch of those dark, sleep-mussed locks falling effortlessly around his slightly smudged eyeliner, all the way down to the chiseled- oh god, were those nipple piercings?
Alas, the universe isnât on your side, and you donât get to confirm, because suddenly the door slams right in your face, almost rattling off its hinges at the force. The sound echoes in your ears as you blink in disbelief at what the fuck that was. Was that real - was he real?Â
You double check the address youâve known for years - just in case - because, hell, if you were dreaming then this was a damn good one. Taking a deep breath, you try to focus on something that wonât make your head spin before reaching for the door again.
But before your finger could even graze the doorbell, it cracks open once more. The same mysterious man towered before you, this time - you note, with a tinge of disappointment - wearing a snug t-shirt that still doesnât do much to hide that godly physique.Â
âNot that mâcomplaining, but whoâre you and whyâre ya in my house?â you manage to slur out, voice betraying the shiver that runs down your spine at his intense gaze. He simply leans against the doorframe, arms crossed and expression unreadable.Â
âChoso,â he drawls lightly, eyes never leaving your face. Shit, even his voice was hot.Â
You nod slowly, mind racing as you blearily try to remember just where youâd heard that name before. Some family friend? Nah, youâd know him if that was the case. An actor? God, he sure had the looks.Â
Mercifully sensing your struggle, he clears his throat, snapping you out of your drunken reverie. âNot surprised you havenât seen me around, sweetheart, but my parents live next door.â he offers, tone laced with amusement and something else you canât place. âMâbabysitting your brother for tonight.â
You almost donât hear the second part of his explanation, because it hits you like a ton of bricks - oh shit, this was Choso? Choso either-a-hallucination-or-a-vampire Kamo?Â
In all your years of having the Itadoris as your neighbors, youâd only seen fleeting glimpses of their eldest son - a flash of black hair at the window, or a sculpted, tattooed arm waving off Yuji at the doorway. And, well, you didnât know what exactly youâd anticipated. You just didnât expect him to be soâŚhot. Or stand half-naked in front of you.
God, he made you more dizzy than the alcohol.Â
âDamn,â you mutter under your breath, more to yourself than anything. Yet Choso still hears, quirking an eyebrow, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. âEverything alright there?â he hums, the hint of a tease in his tone. Smug bastard.
You nod your head, clutching onto the doorframe for support as you lean in closer. âMhm, perfect.â Wait- was that a blush dusting his face? Damn, this dream just keeps getting better and better.
Liquid courage coursing through you, you bat your lashes, too tipsy to even attempt a wink, âWell, Choso, let me know if ya need any help babysitting, jusâ know Iâm always down to-âÂ
And then - perhaps to save you from the embarrassment of an awful pickup line - thatâs when the universe decides to remind you of exactly how many kamikaze shots youâve downed. The world lurches beneath you. Your hands scramble for something - anything - solid.
Ah, falling down really does feel good, especially when the ground is so warm, and soft. Smelling faintly of vanilla, with a hint of sunshine.Â
And then itâs all black.Â
To match his eyes.
---
The smell of vanilla still lingers in your mind as you slowly pry your eyes open, squinting against the harsh morning sunlight streaming in through your window. Groaning, you feel as though youâve been run over by a truck. Five of them, in fact.Â
Trying to will away the pounding headache, you bury yourself deeper into the snug covers ofâŚyour bedâŚthat youâve been tucked into?Â
Oh shit. Sitting up with a gasp, you hastily try to rub away the sleep from your pointedly makeup-less eyes, remnants of last night now flooding back to you with a surge of embarrassment.Â
Choso. Shirtless. Babysitting. Shirtless. But most importantly - your awful display of drunken flirting. The man appears once in a blue moon and you hit on him? Perfect. Great. Wonderful.Â
And just as youâre entertaining the idea of convincing your parents to move neighborhoods, you realize with a jolt that he mustâve been the one that carried you up here and took care of you. Even after all of that.Â
With a sigh, you rub your temples, wincing as it throbs at the laughter carrying from downstairs - one of them so decidedly Choso. Deep voice ringing in your ears, you can almost feel the lingering traces of his strong arms holding you flush against his chest, or the warm hands gently wiping off your eye shadow.
And it seems Choso had a penchant for interrupting your barely-lucid thoughts, because the door creaks open, ripping through the heavy silence in your room. Heart in your throat, you startle as Choso carefully steps into your room, a soft smile playing on his lips.
âGâmorning,â he says, voice so gentle that some small, strange part of you thinks you could listen to it forever. âFeeling any better?â
You offer him a sheepish grin, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks at the memory of your drunken antics. âYeah, I think so. Thanks for... well, everything.â
Chuckling softly, his gaze softens as he steps closer, taking in your slightly-disheveled appearance. âIt was the least I could do, sweetheart. Now, câmon, your brother and I are making pancakes.âÂ
You fidget nervously under his gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious even as he turns to leave the room at your silence. Say it, you idiot. Say it.Â
âIâm sorry,â you blurt out, words tumbling out in a rush. âI didnât mean to... yâknow, act like a Victorian man seeing a womanâs ankles for the first time-âÂ
âItâs al-â
 âI swear Iâve seen ankles-â
A large hand cradling your cheek, his thick rings searingly cold against your chin as he tilts your chin up to meet his warm gaze - and those suspiciously red cheeks. âSâalright, sweetheart. I didnât mind.âÂ
And, well, if this was his way of shutting you up then by God was it effective. Because you didnât trust yourself to speak even as Choso gives you an easy smile. Even as he withdraws his hand, the air thick with something you were too hungover to overthink about.Â
Not until he turns back to the door, flashing you a teasing smile, âBesides, it was kinda cute.â
And with that, Choso steps through the door with the audacity of someone that hadnât uttered words that sent your mind reeling.Â
As the creak of the door echoes behind him, Chosoâs warm touch still sears into your skin. Something hot and prickly pooling in your stomach. Only one thought rings clear in your hazy, still-hungover mind - one that makes your cheeks flare: this was going to be a very interesting summer.
You just didnât realize how interesting it would be. Not until two weeks, four days, and sixteen hours after you first met Choso.Â
It starts out innocently enough, taking the early shift at your internship, volunteering to help with the chores - you find yourself subconsciously making excuses to be around him whenever heâs scheduled to babysit.
Youâve probably learned everything there is to know about the man by now - from the way he likes his eggs (sunny side up) to that time he accidentally dyed his brotherâs hair neon pink while trying out a recipe for homemade hair dye.Â
Likewise, Choso happens to be the only one who knows that you were the one that accidentally caused that flood in your dorm that required five floors and two plumbers to resolve.Â
At this point, Chosoâs at your house more often than not - where Choso is, there is you, and where you are, there is Choso. And your brotherâŚand sometimes Yuji, but semantics.
âSemanticsâ are probably why you find yourself rushing home straight from your internship, ignoring every invitation for an after-work drink - to see your brother, of course. No other reason - definitely not because of the way Choso will inevitably be there too. Or because of the way his smile makes something strange coil in your stomach. Or-
Okay, maybe you speedwalked up your driveway faster than usual a little bit because of Choso. But as youâve said - semantics.
Yet, sometimes you even think thereâs a familiar flicker of something more in those dark eyes.
âŚ
Nahhh.Â
Stepping into the yard, the air thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and the deafening sounds of splashing, a smile tugs at your lips at the awfully wholesome view that greets you.
Your brother and Yuji are locked in a fierce battle, water guns being brandished like the most seasoned warriors.
And Choso - towering over everyone else - was at the epicenter of the chaos, his laughter booming over the commotion. Shirtless. Again.Â
His bare, tattooed torso gleams in the light, muscles flexing with each movement as if sculpted by the gods themselves. Droplets of water glistening on his dark hair like diamonds in the fading light.
Traitorously, your cheeks burn as you step closer, desperately trying to rip your gaze from the milky abs peeking out and the tantalizing glint of metal winking so sinfully at you under the sun.
So he does have nipple piercings.
God, you have to get your mind out of the gutter.
As you approach, Chosoâs grin widens, a playful sparkle dancing in his eyes. Without hesitation, he scoops up a large water balloon and takes aim, launching it with frightening accuracy in your direction.
The icy water hits you before the realization, and you squeal in surprise as the balloon connects right with your chest, seeping into your shirt. Glancing down with a startled laugh, you realize a moment too late that your once-pristine white shirt is now completely see-through.Â
Heat rushes to your cheeks, but the damage has been done. Smug bastard, you think, glancing up at Choso, slightly red-faced yet wearing a sly grin as he surveys the aftermath of his well-aimed shot.
âShoulda just told me if you wanted a peak, you lecher. This shirt was expensive, yâknow.â you call out, mock-glaring at the man that stood so infuriatingly beautifully in front of you.
Choso throws his head back in a laugh that makes something tingle all the way down from your toes to your burning cheeks. âMaybe you shoulda just kept your guard up, sweetheart,âÂ
You scoff, âMaybe you should stop being a distraction then.â
His grin widens, reaching for another nearby water balloon, âSânot my fault youâre so easily distracted. No need to be a sore loser.â
âOh, itâs on now.â
âWell, well, looks like we have a new contender in the water war,â Choso remarks mischievously to the kids, gesturing towards you. Yeah, really smug bastard.
Ah, what the hell. This shirt was on sale anyway.
---
Now, Choso knows youâre hot - always has.
Ever since that first day he moved in next door, when he stumbled upon you sunbathing in your backyard wearing that sinful bikini. And, well, after hours of moving boxes upon boxes of Yujiâs dumbbells, the mere sight of you was like the gates of heaven spread wide open for him.Â
But, especially now - all drenched and disheveled. Your shirt sticking to your curves like a second skin in all the ways that should be illegal - and also makes some strange part of him slightly jealous. Beaming smile directed right at him - shit, this might as well just be the final nail on his coffin. Death by you.
Amidst the chaos and confusion, you're a force to be reckoned with. Choso can barely tear his eyes off of you, breathless and victorious in pure adrenaline-fueled bravado, declaring âBeg for mercy and Iâll let you off easy, Choso.â
âKinky, but absolutely not, sweetheart.â
Clutching a particularly large water balloon, raising your hand high high high - hurtling it straight at him with an unapologetic smirk, âThen, better run for your life.â
Oh? Maybe Choso was a masochi- what was that-Â
A flash of his favorite lacy pink, your poor buttons faltering at the sheer force of your throw. Choso doesnât even feel the cold splash! square on his chest as heâs drenched icily from head to toe. Too transfixed.
Too focused on trying not to make it obvious heâs mentally calculating the chances of your shirt coming off altogetherâŚ
Eyes locked on the sliver of soft skin peeking out at him. Only registering you and the traitorous rush of heat flooding his cheeks - and his cock - as he averts his gaze, internally smacking himself for letting his thoughts wander into such dangerous territory.Â
Both thanking and cursing the gods above, Choso realizes with a pang that heâs not just screwed, heâs absolutely twisted, tangled, and tied up in knots.
So utterly screwed, in fact, that he probably needs to make a quick run to the bathroom now.
Like, right now.
Shit.Â
With a muttered excuse of a bathroom break, each step more urgent than the last, Choso canât help but wonder if the water balloon incident was some sort of cosmic punishment for his wandering thoughts. Some divine intervention from his ancestors for being such a pussy around you all these years.
And as he slams that bathroom door closed, bunches his pants bunched underneath his heavy balls, and takes his throbbing cock in his hands, Choso thinks he might just see the gates of heaven - well, at least heâll be able to give his ancestors a piece of his mind there.
With a groan, he leans against the closed door, eyes scrunching shut as he takes his swollen cock in his fist. Leaking hot precum and glistening in the dim bathroom light. He grips the base tightly, pulsing and achingly hard for you.Â
Cold rings searing against his skin, Choso wastes no time - wanting to get this over with and join you again more than anything - starting up a hasty, desperate pace up and down his length that makes his knees buckle. Tighter on the base, just teasing his furiously flushed tip. Pink. Pink to match your bra.
With you so sinfully soaked through, wearing that goddamn lacy bra out there, Choso wasnât as strong a man to possibly get you out of his mind. He canât help but imagine your sultry smile, how it would look wrapped around his cock.Â
Arm straining now, a shiver runs down his spine - all the way to his throbbing erection. âShit.â he breathes, âJ-jusâ like that, sweetheart.âÂ
Head only filled with you, and your lips and you-
He milks his base tighter - would you take him all in one go? Look up at him with those beautiful, teary eyes as you choke around his cock?Â
One hand pulls in urgent, jerky little moves that have his hips bucking into his fist. The other reaches up muffle the fucked out moans leaving his swollen lips. God, it would take everything it had in him to not fuck up into your pretty lilâ mouth. Watch you cock-drunk and taking him so well.Â
Or maybeâŚ
Eyes rolling to the back of his head, Choso fights back a groan as he reaches a hand up to teasingly thumb under his slit. Delicate beads of precum dripping onto the cold tile with a deafening drip! drip! drip! Smearing at the way he rubs maddening little circles under that one spot, grazing his sensitive veins.Â
Maybe youâd be a a fucking tease - run your tongue under his pulsing head so agonizingly slow. Knowing you, youâd probably pull away as soon as he bucks his hips into your mouth. Lips swollen and glossed prettily with his precum as you whisper, âNow now, baby. If you donât act like a good boy then you wonât get to cum~â
âSh-shit, hah-â Choso thinks heâs going insane, he can practically hear your hums as you kiss along his length, tongue darting out to trace his throbbing veins so obscenely. Flicking at his sensitive head. Eyes sparkling - ready to positively devour him.Â
All for him.Â
Itâs too much.Â
âAh- Ngh, fuck.â he moans hoarsely, letting out a low, fucked-out little call of your name. âMore. Need m-more, sweetheart.âÂ
Body shuddering violently, sweat dripping from his brow, Chosoâs thighs quiver as he fucks his fist at an almost-animalistic pace. Chasing his release with reckless abandon.Â
Chosoâs heart pounds wildly in his chest as he tries - and fails - to maintain control. Raspy whines of your name escape through the crevices of his fingers, cracking ever-so-slightly in a way he knows heâd be embarrassed about if he was in a better state of mind.Â
Giving up his futile attempt, long fingers snake down below to cradle his balls in a way he knows youâd do better. Tugging and pulling at a jerky rhythm that matches his hand.Â
Some tiny, practical part of his brain hopes - prays - that you wonât call off the water fight early and come up to check on him. He knows he should hurry up, he knows heâs fucked if you ever found out. Shit, he should bake you apology cookies tomorrow.
But fuck are so you perfect for him. Voice so pretty and eyes so warm as you turn your gaze to his undeserving self. Heâd kill to see if you still look at him that way when - if - he absolutely ruins you.
Would you be able to take all of him? Would you pout adorably until he shoves his dick down your throat? Gagging as he hits the back of your throat over and over - oh how Choso would love to mess up your mascara. Heâd fucking tattoo your lipstick stains on his dick if he could.Â
âCum fâme, baby.â youâd mewl, and shit would he burn down this entire world to hear you call him that. âMm, fill me up with your cum, wanâ taste you, baby-â
âFuck,â he curses again, voice thick with need, and tight balls twitching so sensitively. âFuck...fuck fuck fuck. Mâgonna cum- shit- gonna cum, sweetheart.â
You - all see-through white shirts and lacy bras that drive him wild. Giggling with the audacity of someone who isnât making him slowly lose his sanity. You with prettily lips painted white with his seed. Cum and saliva mixing into a lewd pool on the sterile tile as you suck the soul out of him.Â
You.Â
And then heâs cumming.Â
A raw, drawled-out keen of your name and heâs spilling into his fist. Thick, hot spurts of cum that paint his palms white in a way he wishes he could do to you. And behind his closed eyes all he sees is you - you you you-
You, dragging out his orgasm so torturously, lips decorated with his seed, dribbling down to your lacy pink bra, gushing so lewdly down your ready throat. You with your eyes dazed, lips swollen and quirking up into a fucked-out smile as he does so well for you - cumming, all for you.
You, with your wide eyes and disgust on your face as you realize just what heâd been doing on this suspiciously long âbathroom breakâ.
Shit.
Body still twitching with the shockwaves of probably one of the Top 5 orgasms of his life, Choso all but collapses against the bathroom door, panting heavily, utterly spent. For a moment, he lies there, wondering if this is what heaven truly felt like.
But as the euphoria of his high ebbs away into nothing but mere tingles, a slight wave of nausea crashes over him.Â
Sighing, Choso reaches for the paper towels, ready to clean up his mess. If only you were there to milk him dry then he wouldnât have to-
âŚ
God, he was definitely baking you apology cookies tomorrow.Â
Now, when it started drizzling shortly after Choso left, you took it upon yourself to usher the kids back home and hand over his t-shirt personally like the good samaritan you are - out of the goodness of your heart, of course.Â
Not for any reason whatsoever because you were hoping to get at least one more glimpse of those sinful nipple piercings up-close.
âŚ
Okay, perhaps there was a slight ulterior motive involved.Â
Either way, what youâd expected was for a flash of silver as you handed over his drenched t-shirt. Or maybe that familiar easy smile to warm you up from the icy water.
Literally anything but to find yourself frozen outside the bathroom door, cunt dripping, and ears ringing with the muffled echoes of his pornographic groans.
At first, completely mortified, your fight or flight instinct had kicked in as you realized just what those rhythmic, fucked-out little grunts meant. Only for you to choose neither option - staying rooted to your spot with the utterance of one, simple, word - your name.
Confusion whirls in your mind almost as much as the throbbing in your cunt, knees weakening. Heart thumping louder and louder in your ears at each whine of your name. Shivers running down your spine - all the way to your wet cunt as it really sets in that this was Choso. And he was fucking his fist in your bathroom. To you.
And you didnât mind?
In fact, you find yourself leaning against the door, thighs squeezing together - mere inches away from where you imagined him slumped against it. Soft strands sticking to his forehead, cock hot and heavy, aching for release. Ragged breathing as if caught off guard by the intensity of his own pleasure. Broken whispers of your name leaving him over and over-
Really, you know you should give him your privacy. But if the white-hot ropes of pleasure running up your spine are anything to go by then, well, is it really that bad?
You have half the mind to just reach down down down - just a little release. Almost jealous of Choso-
Click!
Youâre sure you could rival Usain Bolt with the way you ran down those stairs. Cheeks flaring, his damp t-shirt still clutched tightly in your hand. Mind racing with only one thought - this little fuck wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.
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You can barely remember what transpired after your little discovery. You couldnât decide who looked more dazed - you or Yuji, who was being practically dragged out that front door as Choso exited hastily with vague mentions of baking and cookies
And in the ringing silence that followed after that front door slammed, you couldnât help the smirk that found itself onto your face. This was going to be fun.
But if thereâs anything youâve learned about Choso - itâs that even after twenty-something years on planet Earth, that man can not take a hint.
You somewhat had an inkling after the fifth time you decided to sunbathe in just a skimpy bikini at exactly when you knew heâd be watching. Well, you might not have gotten any reaction other than an extremely flushed face at the window, but at least you knew heâd have more very fun bathroom breaks.
Hell, one time you even bought ice lollies for the whole house - but especially Choso. Making sure those dark eyes followed every lick and trail of it dripping down your fingers under the scorching summer sun. Ultimately resulting in nothing more but a heavy gulp and for his ice lolly to hit the grass faster than it could even begin to melt.Â
Ugh, should you get your brother to start another water fight? That went down well last time.Â
Itâs only after another failed attempt at trying to get him alone and a few hours of deliberating whether you should ship your interrupting brother off on a cruise too that you realize you have to get out the big guns.
âThe big gunsâ being stealthily organizing a sleepover for your brother at the Itadoris, then inviting Choso over for a movie night. Simple, right? And, well, if anyone asked, you could just say the movie just so happened to be rated R.Â
It wasnât too hard to convince your brother that a sleepover with Yuji would be the best thing since sliced bread. The excitement in his voice palpable as he agreed, not suspecting a thing.
You just didnât think it would be even easier to convince Choso to come over with a simple playful text of âNetflix no chill. Haha jkâŚunless?â But then again, when has Choso not surprised you?
And that night, as your brother eagerly headed off to Yujiâs place, you couldnât help but feel a slight pang of guilt - but, hey, it was for a good cause, right?Â
Itâs a win-win either way - your brother gets to spend the night with a friend and you get to be here, so achingly close to Choso on that couch. So close that you could feel the heat radiating off of him, stealing glances at his sharp profile as the conversation flows easily about the movie playing on screen.
Shifting ever-so-slightly closer, electricity crackling between you two was palpable. You smile in anticipation, after all - you werenât lying about the movie being rated R.
Now, Choso certainly didnât come over to your house tonight expecting a wholesome rerun of Cars 2. However, he also wasnât expecting the blockbuster action movie to suddenly unfold into something so steamy.
Goddamn lecherous directors and their goddamn pervy movies.
Eyes firmly trained on the ground, instead of the actress currently fake-moaning dramatically onscreen, Choso tries to ignore the subtle shift of your hips or the way the temperature in the room has currently increased by about 10 degrees. Or the way your moans would sound a million times prettier in his ears.
Alas, Choso was not a strong man, and he especially tries to will away the blood rushing straight to his cock right now - but how could he? You were such a vision of temptation, so close and warm and close to him on the couch.
This was absolute torture.Â
âGod, this is so painfully fake. Donât you think so?â your voice rips through the deafening silence between you two, tone careful and balanced, startling Choso out of his little reverie.
His eyes flicker hastily to meet yours, and for a moment, he seems caught off guard by your sudden interruption. âOh, yeah.â voice rough with a hint of nervousness. âIâve seen better performances in middle school plays.â
You nod, the tension between you thickening as you lock eyes. âI mean, who even writes this stuff?â you continue, leaning in even closer to Choso, words positively dripping in sarcasm. âItâs like theyâve never actually had sex before.â
Choso lets out a shaky laugh, the sound strained as he shifts subtly in his seat - but not subtly enough. Because you catch the way he desperately tries to adjust his now-uncomfortably tight pants. Success.Â
âYeah, exactly,â he clears his throat, ripping his gaze away from yours.
You study him for a moment under the dim lighting, noting the way his hands clench and unclench in his lap, the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he struggles to control his breathing. He was nervous. Nervous and horny - exactly where you wanted him.Â
A sudden rush of adrenaline courses through your veins, and you lean even closer to the man. Not even a hairâs breadth between you two - you relish in his strangled gasp as your tits press so enticingly against his arm.Â
âChoso, just a thought.â you hum casually, lips mere inches from his ear. âWanna recreate the scene better?â
His breath hitches at your words, muscles rippling so deliciously beneath your touch. âDo you know what youâre saying?â he rumbles, lowly. Eyes darkened and unreadable.
You smile, heart pounding against your chest as your lips brush against his earlobe. âAbsolutely.â
It was like something snapped.
Because then heâs kissing you. And youâre kissing him. Because goddammit you havenât spent the last month sneaking glances at those pretty lips for nothing.
Movie completely forgotten, Choso is warm under your touch - all sculpted chest and urgent pulses as his lips kiss you dizzyingly. Groaning lowly as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.
He breathes you in with an infectious desperation that bleeds into his hands, wandering every inch of your skin - as if he didnât have enough time. And he probably didnât. Distantly, Choso thinks that no time in the world would be enough to absolutely fucking wreck you the way he wanted to.
Large, hurried hands grope your chest, squeezing so teasingly in a way that almost made you think he was trying to feel out what bra you were wearing - lacy pink. His favorite, of course.
You minx.
Urgently tugging the hem of your tight shirt over your arms, Choso tosses it god-knows-where. Mouth watering as he pulls away to greedily take in the heavenly view of your heaving chest - the same one heâs shamelessly fucked his fist to for too long.
God, you were perfect. With a soft, little oh! Choso leans down to leave hot, open-mouthed kisses on every bit of exposed skin he could reach. Nipping, and tugging lightly. Relishing in the way you whine for his lips again.
Threading a hand through his soft hair, you lightly pull him back to you. Breath fanning his face, lips ghosting over his own.
âKiss me, you fool.â
And, well, Choso didnât have to be asked twice. Molding his mouth against yours once more. Letting your lips part, you intertwine your tongue so sinfully with his. He tastes just like he looks - so intoxicatingly delicious.
With a breathy sigh, he lightly taps the curve of your ass. Hands lingering for far longer than necessary, kneading the flesh in a way that has your skin searing.Â
You get the signal. Urgently, you loop your legs around his waist. âChoso- bed.â you whisper, muffled in-between kisses. âNow.â
Shivers run down your spine at the way he chuckles darkly, âHonestly, sweetheart. I donât even hah- know if weâll make it there.â Mumbling against your lips, âWould you kill me if I take you right here right now?â
âIâll kill you if you donât fucking do something.â you hiss, words dripping in desperation. Ah, but Choso, ever the merciful man, shuts up whatever other retort on the tip of your tongue with his own. Kissing you with almost-bruising intensity as he gets up from his seat. Strong arms securely wrapped underneath you, holding you flush against his warm skin.
Choso doesnât pull away even once as he hastily makes the route to your room. And honestly, with the speed at which your back hits the soft mattress, bouncing at the sheer force at which you two fell on top, you wouldnât even be surprised if he teleported there.
Now safely in the confines of your room, you all but rip off Chosoâs snug t-shirt. Those familiar obscene nipple piercings winking at you under the dim lighting in greeting.Â
âAlways wanted to do this.â you murmur, surging forward as if on autopilot. Lips latching delicately onto the pretty pink nipples, tasting the cold metal on your tongue.Â
âOh- oh, fuck. A-always knew you had a thing hah- fâmy piercings, sweetheart.â Choso breathes out, letting you have your fun. His favorite bra now at the foot of your bed. Fingers deftly sneaking under your skirt, blood rushes straight to his cock as he feels the positively soaked state of your panties - if you could even call them that.Â
Sanity snapping, he immediately flings off your skirt. Throwing it somewhere across the room with no care or concern for where it ends up. All so he could look down at oh-
Oh god, if you had to describe Chosoâs face as he takes in the sight before him - it would be absolutely losing his sanity. Your pussy dripping and clenching around nothing - all for him.
Strings of slick trail down your thighs as Choso hooks one, long finger under your slutty g-string, tugging impatiently.
You keen as the cold air hits your dripping cunt. Yet Chosoâs eyes stay locked hungrily on the sticky fabric intertwined around his fingers âGuess you were expecting this, huh?â he murmurs, voice thick with desire.Â
Scoffing, you buck your hips up for something - anything. âIâve been wanting to fuck you since that first night I hit on you, yâknow,â you admit, the heady air of your room melting away any reservations you had previously.Â
And that seems to snap Choso out of his trance - eyes flickering over to you, darkened with something so carnal that it makes your cunt throb. âOh yeah?â he mumbles, swiftly stuffing the g-string in his pocket before leaning down, hot breath hitting your ear. âNow, what was that pick-up line you were gonna say that night?âÂ
You gasp in embarrassment, heat flooding to your cheeks at the memory. âWha- that doesnât matter. I was drunk and-â
Smack!
The delicious sting on your ass hits you before the realization that Choso smacked you. He smacked you. Even later do you realize that you like it - slick beading so obscenely at your sloppy hole.
âWhat was it, sweetheart?â
You shudder at the tone that leaves no room for argument. The words tumbling out of you as Choso caresses soothingly over the handprint on your ass. âI- itâs stupid. I was gonna say that Iâm down to sit on your face, baby.â
âThought so,â he grins, pulling away from the dizzying proximity. Shifting - well, more like manhandling - you to flip positions.Â
God, you could almost sink into his muscles as he lays back on your bed. Voice low and dangerous as he utters words that go straight to your dripping pussy, âNow, sit on mâface.â
And before you know it, you find yourself hastily straddling Chosoâs pretty face. Hands snaking down his milky abs, lips kissing along his tattoos, catching purposefully on his sensitive nipples.Â
Warm breath fanning your quivering cunt, he reaches up to cup your ass, nudging your needy core to his mouth. Kneading. Groping.Â
Not stopping his ministrations even when your slick oozes slowly, torturously through your swollen folds and onto his awaiting tongue. A maddening drip! drip! drip! ringing in your ears above your thundering heartbeat.
Choso groans at the mouthwatering sight above him. You - spread so shamefully open for him and clenching around nothing.Â
âLuckily for you, sweetheart, wanted you to sit on mâface ever since I saw you.â sweet juices flowing down his throat, words muffled against your throbbing lips.Â
He barely even gets the words out before heâs surging forward. Licking a long, languid stripe up your heated folds. Again. And again. Faster at the pretty moans that spill from your lips.
Pushing his tongue in between your slit, past that first, tight ring of muscle. Bullying it deeper and deeper. Chin pressing against your throbbing clit, ravaged at each movement of his face.Â
He caresses your warm walls, relishing so filthily at the way you clamp down on him in surprise. âHngh- oh shit, baby. Ah-â
Your sweet moans are music in his ears and shit - you called him âbabyâ. Itâs as if every wet dream heâs ever had has come to life as Choso dips in and out at a ruthless pace. Pulling out to tease your dripping entrance, pushing past mercilessly into your plushy walls. In and out in and out in and out-
His cock strains so painfully against his pants at the way your sloppy hole sucks his tongue in so obscenely - almost as if it hurts to part. Tongue fucking you the way he wishes he could with his cock right now.
âOh- Hah- Choso! Fuck, baby. Sâgood.â your body arches into his absolutely depraved tongue.Â
Desperate whines spilling incessantly from your mouth at the way he quirks his tongue up just right to graze that spot he knew would have you grinding down on him for more. âAh! Right there - jusâ like that!â
As if he knew exactly how to drive you wild. Exactly how to break you. You almost donât notice the mindless, shallow little thrusts of his hips into your open palm. Almost.
Eyes snapping open at the tremors, you reach a hand across his quivering thighs. All the way down towards the very obvious dark patch on his pants - right where his furiously hard tip was leaking thick, relentless precum that made your mouth water.Â
Oh, how youâd kill to taste him - see if the rest of him is as intoxicating as his mouth is.
So you do.Â
Choso was so pussy-drunk in-between your thighs that you think he barely notices the way you fumble with his belt. Shakily pulling those pants down just enough to glimpse the rock-hard erection that those boxers do nothing to hide.Â
âShit,â you whisper, voice strained with need.Â
You always imagined Choso had a big cock - but this was ridiculous. Your pussy clenches in both nervousness and anticipation as you imagined the delicious stretch of him splitting you apart on it. Breaking you.Â
And thatâs probably when Choso notices - you clamping down so filthily on his tongue.Â
âOh?â he rasps, voice sending white-hot vibrations of pleasure right up your spine. âDidnât think you were so desperate for my cock, sweetheart. Gonâ make me cum, hm?â
Now, youâve always thought of yourself as a woman of action rather than empty words. Which is probably why you urgently pull down his boxers. Chosoâs painfully hard erection springs out, hitting his lower abs.Â
You take a moment to admire the long, heavy cock in your hands - a deliciously pretty pink on top, furiously leaking glistening precum. Saliva pooling in your mouth - you shove it as far down your throat as you possibly could.Â
Oh, how many times in his life has Choso imagined this moment right here. In the shower, right before bed, right after waking up too. Youâre really a dream come to life.Â
A startled, strangled moan of your name leaves Chosoâs kiss-bitten lips as you take him all in one go. Only to pull back and spit once- twice on his throbbing cock. The steady stream of spit cool - followed so maddeningly by the warm heat of your mouth once more. You start up a torturous, filthy pace bobbing your head up and down on his cock.
He strains his head to catch a glimpse - even just one - of your nose pressed against his pelvis. Breathing in the heady scent at the tufts of hair at the bottom, already wet with precum and spit. His dirty girl.Â
Popping off with a lewd squelch, âFeels good, baby?â
âFeels perfect.â
But he wasnât gonna fall far behind.
Immediately attaching his lips with yours once more, Choso dives nose-deep in your dripping cunt. Rolling your throbbing clit in between his lips. Flicking his tongue along the sensitive bud in a way that makes your head feel so light. He alternates between a slow, languid torture on your clit and fucking into you unforgivingly.
Your movements stutter as you teasingly lick at his sensitive slit. The salty flavor of his precum is probably your favorite taste now. That bastard.
Reaching down, you cup his heavy balls, massaging the tender flesh in harsh, hasty circles that match your mouth down his length - up and down up and down up and-
Muffled moans and lewd squelching filling the heated room. A rhythmic, sinful cadence that both of you were losing your sanity to. Movements more frantic now. Desperate to make the other cum. Desperate to be first.
Letting out soft, raw grunts, Choso fucks up his throbbing erection into your mouth. Your eyes water as his tip abuses the back of your throat. And it makes you wish you could see how messy he looked right now. All smudged eyeliner and slick-glossed lips.Â
Gagging around him, a mixture of drool and precum drips sinfully down the corner of your mouth as you increase your pace, pooling messily on his lower abs. Sloppy - so sloppy.
So it only made sense that your orgasms were the same.Â
Pleasure dizzyingly overwhelming, you gush around Chosoâs mouth with a stifled squeal. Stars behind your eyes, vision blurring, mind blanking - the only things you register being the languid tongue lapping up at your sweet juices and the guttural groan of what sounds like your name as Choso shoots thick, hot spurts of his cum down your throat.Â
Throat burning as the salty taste fills your senses, you milk his cock for more more more- his dick pulsing and stuttering in your mouth. Cum staining the fresh sheets below - a problem for later.Â
Right now all you were focused on was riding out your high, grinding almost animalistically on Chosoâs pretty face.Â
Youâve barely removed yourself from him with a lewd pop! before Chosoâs wrestling you back onto the mattress. Two fingers squishing your cheeks into an embarrassing pout, cold rings digging into your skin. The other hand snaking in between your thighs to play with your still-twitching cunt.Â
âDidnât say we were done yet, sweetheart.â he mutters. You werenât done - no, far from it. Because fuck a refractory period - both of you were going to take all you could get.
And before you can think of anything else, Choso is leaning down, hand prying your lips apart for him into a brutal kiss. Teeth clashing, lips bruising. He forces his tongue down your throat. Tasting himself before you barely get a chance to taste him as well.Â
âHah- fuck-â you flinch as he swears into your bruised lips. âSo fuckinâ sweet. You taste so good sweetheart.â The sheer debauchery and ache of his cock too much for him.Â
Tasting him. Tasting you. Both a heady flavor that leaves you yearning for more.Â
You bite down on his bottom lip in retaliation, relishing in the drawn-out groan that rumbles into your mouth at this. The kiss is feral. Itâs animalistic. It leaves you feeling so fucking dirty.Â
And you barely recognise the dazed, predatory glint in Chosoâs eyes as he pulls away, his mind clearly miles away as he spits once. Twice. Three times on your face.
The wads of saliva and cum hit your face with a warm, wet jolt. You whine at the way it seeps into your skin, dripping down your cheeks so fucking obscenely. Pooling at the sheets below in a way that makes you feel sorry for whoever had a shift at the laundromat tomorrow.
âNow, what do we say, sweetheart?â
A fucked-out, delirious smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you realize - yeah, you wouldnât have it any other way. âThank you.â
Not even when Choso lets out a dark chuckle, throwing your legs over his sculpted shoulders and manhandling you so that youâre splayed out so shamefully for him. Dripping cunt spread for his greedy gaze and clenching around nothing - aching for him. Begging for him.
Not even when he lines up his still-rock hard cock at your entrance, tip - angry and red - weeping so desperately as he nudges at your sloppy hole. Dragging his head along your folds collecting every bead of slick, just grazing your pulsing clit. Every muscle in your body trembling and anticipating what was to come.
You mewl at the stretch as he presses in - deliciously painful, boderling insane, and exactly what you wanted right now. Splitting you apart on his throbbing cock.Â
And especially not when he bottoms out inside you in one, harsh thrust. Burying himself inside your sloppy walls till his twitching balls smack against your ass.Â
âAh- hngh- oh fuckkk.â you keen in both pain and pleasure - broken, raw moans leaving you uncontrollably. But not for long, because suddenly Chosoâs shoving two ringed fingers in your mouth, bullying their way inside till youâre gagging and moaning around them.Â
Pressing right at that spot on the back of your tongue that makes your eyes tear up so prettily. Hey, if he couldnât see you choking on his cock properly, the least he could do is see you choking on his fingers, right?
âNow now, wouldnât want anyone else to hear, hm? Our brotherâs would get worried.â he chuckles. Pure, dark amusement in his eyes as he takes in your swollen lips, the teartracks down your cheeks, how utterly beautiful and debauched you look underneath him. So much better than any lust-hazed imagination of his.
And yet, even when youâre being gagged and split apart on his cock, you find it in yourself to be mouthy. Words muffled around his thick fingers as you raise a brow. âThereâs no one else home, though?.â
The corners of Chosoâs lips lift into a devilish grin, âThe neighbors, sweetheart.â
His tone is teasing, but thereâs an undercurrent of seriousness that sends a chill down your spine. Heâs just joking, right? Right?
âWha-â
And probably because he was losing his patience - and partly to shut you up - Choso begins to move.
Pushing past the resistance, beginning to fuck into you in shallow, uncontrollable movements of his hips. Just little motions to get him off, groaning at how sinfully tight you were - the way you were sucking him up so good.
Next time, Choso thinks, reaching down a hand to draw tight, little circles on your poor, abused clit - next time heâll fuck you right. Hours upon hours of teasing you so you donât know what it feels like when youâre empty without him.Â
But fuck does he think he could just about pass out right now.
Thereâs no going back now. Choso fucks you in a way that makes you feel so deliciously filthy. Plunging into your heated cunt with no restraint. Thrusts positively savage.
Pulling all the way back so that his leaking tip just barely kisses your sloppy entrance, slamming down down down, Choso fucks you at a merciless pace. Relishing the delicious stretch of your cunt as he thrusts into you with a desperation that surpasses the need for reason.Â
âSh-shit, sweetheart. God, sâtight. better than I ever couldâve imagined.â he moans breathlessly, brows furrowing, eyes rolling to the back of his head, the feeling of you milking the absolute soul out of him just too much.
âOh, yeah- wanted this for so long-â
You yelp every time he rams his cock into you, the smacking of his toned pelvis against your thighs stinging almost as deliciously as his tip kissing your cervix. The obscene slapping of skin on skin makes your cheeks burn - both pairs as his heavy balls smack against your ass each time he shoves his throbbing cock into you.
And because you canât leave him alone, of course, you find your nails digging harshly into his muscled shoulders.Â
Pulling him impossibly closer. You want more. You need more.Â
Maybe you say those words out loud - you donât even know anymore, too delirious and cock-drunk from Choso and your last orgasm and Choso - because his eyes widen ever-so-slightly, mouth falling open into a small oh. Your cunt twitches at the surprised, fucked-out little laugh that leaves him, âMore? My sweetheart wants more?â
And, as youâve come to learn with Choso - anything you want, you will get.Â
âThen fucking- take it.â he grunts lowly, each word punctuated by a harsh thrust of into your plush walls that sends both of you spiraling deeper and deeper into insanity.
And God does he make you take it. Every inch of him fills you, stretching you beyond your limits - both your cunt and your senses as he leans down to bury his head into your neck, hips moving so sloppily, hiking your leg further up his shoulder. The change in angle making you see stars.
Your hips buck up in tandem with his, uncontrollable little ah! ah! ah! leaving you at each thrust. You whimper in pleasure and overstimulation into the heady room, âYes. Yes yes yes- wanâ cum. Need more. Need you-â
âFuck- Hngh-â is all he manages to gasp out, pleasure overwhelming his sensitive cock. Chosoâs balls twitch almost painfully as they keep smacking your ass. Brain still not keeping up with his body because shit, this is all heâs wanted for years, the least he could do is make you cum before him.
âSh-shit, sweetheart.â he rasps into your heated skin, âSo close- mâ so close.â
You all but sob at his words, âMâtoo- hngh- ah, mâgonna cum, baby.â
You didnât expect the petname to be what breaks him, but then again you didnât think there was anything more left to break. Because Choso groans gutturally, cock twitching inside you âShit, youâre driving mâcrazy, yâknow that?â
âI know.â you mewl, voice breaking at the way he increases his frenzied pace on your clit. You could barely even call them circles, just filthy little movements to get you closer and closer to the edge. So close. You writhe beneath him, desperate for release.
And what you didnât expect was for Choso to connect his sweaty forehead with yours. You take a second to admire just how beautiful he is - all smudged eyeliner, tousled hair, your release still shining on the lower half of his face, and yours. All yours. You could probably stare at the sight forever.
Chosoâs hot breath fans your face as he moans breathlessly against your lips, words slurring together as he ruts into you mindlessly, âAlways did, yâknow?â
âI know.â
âNo- yâdonât hah- understand, I- for so long fuck- I-â
âChoso, just kiss me.â
And then youâre kissing him. And heâs kissing you like youâre the most precious thing on Earth. A slow, tender little dance that doesnât match the way he rams his cock inside you.Â
And then youâre cumming. Stars behind your eyes - or maybe those were tears - clamping down desperately on the harsh, jerky movements of his glistening cock that fuck you so sinfully like his little slut.Â
White-hot pleasure runs down your spine, or maybe that was Choso - painting your insides the prettiest white youâve ever seen. Shooting thick, hot ropes of his seed into your waiting pussy. A creamy ring forming around his base as he spills his cum into your snug cunt as he moans against your lips.
Itâs messy. Itâs sloppy. And as Choso fills you to the brim, hips still unforgiving, seed dribbling out of your dripping pussy at the way it was so overfilled - you think that itâs all you could ever want.Â
As his cock twitches finally, exhaustedly - and you distantly wonder how the fuck it isnât seizing up - Choso collapses onto you, thoroughly fucked-out. Finally pulling out with an obscene squelch, you hiss lowly at the pool of cum that forms beneath you. Gushing out of you sinfully.Â
A weighty silence in the air as you both try to catch your breaths.
In the haze of your orgasm you realize that even after all that transpired, he still isnât laying his full bodyweight on you.
Too afraid to break you.
To break whatever this tender little understanding in the air was.
And it makes some part of your heart clench so delightfully. Subconsciously, you thread a hand through his damp hair, breathing in that familiar smell of vanilla and sunshine - and the heady scent of something so Choso. It makes you intertwine your body so impossibly close with his, not knowing where one of you ends and the other starts.
âMy parents are coming home tomorrow.â you start, casually.Â
âMhm. But Iâll still be around here, sweetheart.â Choso rumbles into the crook of your neck. Kissing soothingly over the marks heâd made in the heat of the moment - some carnal little part of him proud of the way you looked like you were fucking thrown to a pack of wolves.Â
Words hiding a tense little fear beneath them as you probe further. Something prickly and scared rolling around in your stomach. âFor babysitting?â
âNope.â
Settling deeper into the covers, basking in the afterglow of him. You know you should get up and clean, but right now this was all you wanted. And maybe no other words were needed.Â
âGod, am I glad your parents arenât home.âÂ
Except maybe those.Â
You chuckle as you pull back to stare into those deep, dark eyes. Cheeks flaring at the tender little warmth in them much more than they had when he was fucking you so sinfully. A devious idea coming to mind - because now that you got a taste, you were absolutely hooked.
Choso Kamo was absolutely intoxicating.
âWell, we still have time so how about-â
A distant click!
âHoney, weâre home~!â
Shit.
A/N. Fun fact this was originally supposed to be called Timeout! but it was giving too much me during beep test.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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WARNINGS: NSFW - MDNI, Pet names, sexual behavior, name calling, some a bit rough and mean
SUMMARY: They took your virginity. Case solved.
CHARACTERS: HSR Men X F!Reader (no aged up Charas)
WORD COUNT: 13.150
Argenti
All you can do is whine as his fingers scissor and stretch you, juices dripping down. His tongue softly rubs circles around your clit like heâs painting you, a masterpiece. And you canât help but moan out at the new pleasure. His fingers hit that spot that sends an electric jolt to your toes and back, you desperately arch with another whine. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the pleasure. It's overwhelming you, he promised to be gentle, and he is. But never once did he tell you how good this will all feel.
âS-Shit Argenti-, I canâtâIâm gonnaââ You canât even finish your sentence, your voice begins to crack, your hips bucking widly as he speeds up. And then youâre coming, babbling nonsense and his name like a prayer as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. You donât even comprehend that you squirt all over his hand and mouth, or that heâs rutting his hips against the bed and moaning into your cunt as he tastes you. Not only is it a pleasure to please you, beautiful you. It's a pleasure to be your first. It sends a wave of possessiveness through his body.
Slowly, he withdraws his fingers, his glistening fingers running up to your waist. âSuch a dirty little rose,â he murmurs as he leans down, teeth grazing across your neck, hair tickling your skin. âYoure a sight to behold, breathless, dazed...divine.â
Aventurine
âYou like that, donât you?â He asks, grip on your throat. Its not enough to hurt you, but enough for you to know his hand is there. âYou like my cock stretchinâ you out, huh?â You're unable answer him, the only thing you manage are whines and moans slipping through his fingers through your throat. He'd be mean to not let you moan out like a bitch in heat after all. Aventurine smirks knowingly, continuing his assault on your insides.
âCan't believe no one ever went inside you, youre far too good. Shit-you love it too, don't you?â You whine out, hiccuping out a moan as his other hand travels down your tummy, the soft touch sending waves to your core. His fingers eventually find your clit, rubbinh the swollen skin over and over again. Your eyes glaze over and roll back, it's too much, too much!
Your vision goes white as your orgasm hits you unexpectedly, stealing the breath from your lungs as your legs shake and back arches. âMine, ok? Youre mine, my girl. You don't mind do you? Surely you don't...look at you, sweet girl.â
Blade
âfeels sâfucking goodââ you mindlessly babbles out. His large palms are stretched out on both sides of you hips, nails digging into your skin. âSuch a greedy little pussy,â he groans out with another roll of his hips. âkeeps suckinâ me back inâŚyou're a little greedy slut, hm?" he teases.
You can feel his hot breath fanning your ear while his dark hair tickles your neck. The sloppy sounds that fill the room seem to only grow louder with each thrust, as your arousal practically drips down his balls. Headboard constantly hitting the wall. You wouldn't be surprised if something would break this night, and it doesn't need to be the bed.
âif you keep moaning like a bitch in heat, i won't fucking stop,â he hissed out, as he presses down on your stomach which makes you whimper in response. "Naw, look at that," he points at the bulge in your stomach, "that's me all the way inside your greedy cunt."
Boothill
"you still good, darlin?" he asked, amused, his hands moving up to grab one of your tits, giving it a squeeze with his cold hands. He hummed at your subtle nod, his fingers pinching your nipple from below with just the right amount of pressure to bring you to the edge but not send you over. He knows he could do this for hours, his stamina is much longer than yours after all, but he doesn't want to push you just yet.
"shit.." he cursed, though not out of frustration, âyour pussy is driving me crazy." he whispered against your folds, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers through your entire body, it almost felt as if you were being electrocuted or something. âits so fucking pretty for no fucking reason...â
Caelus
âshiiit-just like that...â he mumbles out as he lazily guides your movements, helping you bounce yourself up and down on his cock. Hands softly gripping your hips as he guides you. He smirks when he heard your whine as a reaction to his groans, golden halflidded eyes stare up at you. He thinks youâre adorable when youâre like this, so desperate for him yet so adamant on not asking for his help. You had no idea what you were doing, well, neither does he. But you insisted on riding him.
âdoing so well,â he says with a slight whine as he thrusts his hips up in time with your movements. It doesnât take much effort for him to flip you over and have you at his mercy. Your legs are now lifted over his shoulders while his dick is fucking you even deeper, "sorry,-shit-sorry I couldn't-hold myself back much longer-!"
Dan Heng
âjust as i expected, it slipped right in...â your arm immediately slung over your face to hide your embarrassment. Something about the way he talks to you has you throbbing.
âfuck, so deep inside you already.â he breathes, as he eases his way into you. He's so painfully splitting you open. You whine and whimper, it feels too good to be true. âthatâs it, thereâs my girl.â his raspy laugh fills the silence. âyoure doing so good for me, just a bit longer, ok?â
He speeds up his thrusts, "eyes on me," he says, "you can do it, eyes on me." And when he hits just the right spot, your eyes roll back and flutter closed.
"Good girl."
Dr. Ratio
âit hurts, doesn't it?â he whispers, no mock, no tease, unusual for him. He knows it hurts, he's just deep enough inside you, balls deep.
âyes, it hurtsâŚâ you whine, eyes watering as you adjust. Heâs letting you distract yourself a bit, letting you soak up the pain with pleasure. â⌠so bad.â you keep whining.
"I know, it will get better." he presses his hips flat against you, just to slowly drag his cock out of you again, leaving just his tip inside. âDoing good for a first timer. Don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know.â
You nod desperately, biting your lip between your teeth.
âI'll be slow, we got time.â he mumbles, a sick grin painting across his face. He'd be lying if he would say he doesn't enjoy the power play that's going on at the moment. "I'M gonna teach you everything you need to know."
Gallagher
Your mouth falls open when he grinds his hard cock against your ass. Youre breathing hard, chest heaving. But you can't help but lean back against his chest. He slips a hand back into your underwear, rubbing slow circles against your clit. His breath is hot against your ear as he chuckles at your reaction. His middle finger slips between your folds and gathers some of your arousal to use it at your clit again. Once he had your hips jerking and whines leaving your lips, he slips two of his thick fingers inside. He moves slowly, fingers working inside of you like a caress.
âI- âm gonna-â you muster, weakly clawing at his arms.
He slips his hand out of your pussy again, letting his tongue run over his fingers, lapping at your juices. He hums, as the taste hits his tounge, âShit, girl. Got me addicted already.â
Gepard
âThatâs it.. Just like that..â He takes hold of the hand, kissing your knuckles, whispering soft praises into your skin to help you work up courage to keep riding him. He knows it's embarrassing for you, he knows you doubt yourself. But he also knows that you can do it.
âDoing so good for me, ok? So good, keep going..â
It takes his everything to hold back his hips and not fuck up into you, it's all too inviting. He holds you, wrapping both arms around your torso and pull you close to his chest. One hand slips down to your hips, guiding you on his cock. "Like that, yeah."
Hot breaths reach your ear as he hums in approvment. "Good...shit--good."
Jing Yuan
âass up. There you go, atta girl.â and you almost shiver from his touch on you'd hips as he turns you over. Jing Yuan stares at your ass, bringing a rough palm towards your left cheek. âMm, nice. You're doing good. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you...for now.â
As he speaks, your cheek presses further against the pillow, hiding in embarrassment. Jing Yuan watches as your ass writhes and he hums, springing out his thick cock. âI'm going in, ok? No need to be scaredâ
âok...â you breathe, big talk for someone who probably has way to much experience for his own good.
"I'll go easy on you, I promised you that birdie." He whispers in your ear as he leans over, slowly pushing in.
Jiaoqiu
He dives in, his tongue delving deep into your soaked folds. He laps at you hungrily, savoring your taste as he eats you out with wild abandon. His tongue swirls around your clit before sucking it between his lips, flicking the sensitive bud rapidly. âyou're so hot...,â he hums against your core, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. âthank you for the meal...â
Your finger desperately looking for support and found his hair, scratching his scalp with your long nails in the process. You can't help but let one hand wander to one of his ears, tugging on it. Immediately a whine leaves his lips as he laps on you more desperately than before.
He doubles his efforts, lapping at your clit with broad strokes of his tongue before sealing his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and suckling greedily.
"Do that again and watch me eat you up."
Luka
Luka leans down to capture your lips in a kiss, swallowing your cries of pleasure as he pounds into you relentlessly. His hands grip your hips hard you feel like you might see some bruises tomorrow as a souvenir.
"Damn, you take my cock better than expected, baby," he rasps against your mouth, his breath coming in ragged gasps. âWay to fucking well, you sure you're a virgin?" he breaks the kiss to gaze down at you. âlook at me,â he commands, "that pussy is mine now. Mine."
As you meet his eyes, he reaches between your bodies to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck-didnt know you could get any tighter."
Luocha
The next thing you felt was his cock entering you all at once, barely giving you time to get used to his huge size and thickness. Hes not a mean man by any means, but he figured that maybe him going in faster with the ammount of slick you already got, might be less painful. Wronh judgment in a hazy moment. And fuck if he didn't love feeling the way your cunt stretched to accommodate him, how your walls are so tight around his length.
When he did it, it was over for you, and you thanked him with the most beautiful sounds he ever heard. You squeezed him and croed out, making a mess of yourself as you grab onto his shoulders for support. It all was too much for you, too much happening all at once. But you'd be a lair to say you didn't enjoy it.
He would slowly start to run against you, holding your hips in place as he drags his cock in and out of your hole. His slow speed was annoying, painful, but so good.
But the best feeling was yet to come.
âJust you wait once I'm done with you. We'll have plenty of time left to get to know each other much better."
Sampo
Without warning, he pulled out â only halfway â and plunged back inside you with an almighty push. It .ade your eyes roll back into your skull, your mind went blank for a second. His teasing laugh pulling you back into reality, "Oops-went to hard there~" As a apology he went softer on you, slowly dragging his cock in and out of your hole.
âDoing so well for me,â he groaned, as he lightly speed up again, holding your hips in a tight grip.
"Damn-" he groans as you grap onto his shoulders and dig your nails in. "Careful there baby, you don't wanna hurt poor Sampo, hm?" He laughs again as he kisses down your neck and leaves yet another bite behind.
"We could do this more often, I know I wouldn't mind."
Sunday
The all so collected man practically loses it when you wrap your legs around his back. You unknowingly push him against you, silently asking for more. "Needy, needy." he teases as breaths in your ear, giving it a soft kiss afterwards.
âDont you worry, I'm not done with you yet.â
Although his words came out more scary than they should, his action of hiding into your shoulder makes it all seem more pathetic than dominant. His wings flutter as your parted lips let a whine escape.
He groans, burying his cock deep just as it starts to gush, painting your walls white. Your nails dig hard into his scalp.
âThat came...rather unexpected.â
Welt
âit wonât fit!â you sob out loud. No way this all will fit inside you, you never took anything, or anything that size. He's bigger than you, this wont fit without tears. But you're determined today, telling him you wanted to fit everything in you.
He trails his fingers up and down your side before one hand snakes down to thumb at your clit while the other large hand clasps your hip. "i'll make it fit, and I'll be careful." he promises, soft as he pleasures you. You expected nothing less of him, he always treated you with more care than any others. He softly rubs your clit as he enters, a way of distracting you from the pain that you will encounter.
"there you go, told you I'd make it fit."
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yoo rose I started following you a little while ago and I really liked you. I saw that your requests are open and I would like to ask for a scenario where Nanami arrives drunk and his wife takes care of him while he talks about how he loves her I liked all your stories with my businessman <3
unsteady love â nanami kento x f!reader
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kento stumbles slightly into your house, catching himself against the wall before you steady him, âkento⌠youâre drunk.â
he blinks down at you, the usually serious expression on his face replaced by something softer, more relaxed. thereâs a faint flush coloring his cheeks, and he lets out a low, rumbling chuckle.
âI am not drunk,â he declares, his voice slurred just enough to betray him. âIâm... justââ he waves his hand vaguely in the air, searching for the right word. â...enlightened.â
you suppress a smile and guide him to the couch, sitting him down gently. âsure, âenlightened.ââ you shake your head, amused. âstay put, Iâll get you some water.â
as you move to the kitchen, you hear him muttering to himself. âcanât believe Iâm drunk,â he grumbles, almost like heâs scolding himself, âwhat kind of a husband does that?â
when you return, cup in hand, heâs sitting with his head leaned back against the couch, his eyes half-closed. but when you approach, he perks up immediately, watching you with a soft, slightly dazed look.
âyouâre so beautiful,â he says. his voice is quieter, more sincere, and it catches you off guard for a second. nanami isnât exactly shy about how he feels, but this is a side of him you donât see often.
âdrink,â you instruct, handing him the water to avoid the sudden rush of emotions his words bring. he takes the glass without complaint, but even as he drinks, his eyes never leave you.
after a few sips, he sets the glass down on the table and leans back again, sighing contentedly. âyou take such good care of me,â he says softly, almost to himself, âI donât deserve you.â
you chuckle at the sudden sentimental turn. âkento, youâre acting like Iâve just saved your life. you had a few drinks. you will be okay.â
he shakes his head, looking at you with those hazy, half-lidded eyes. âit is serious. youâre always here for me. always... my constant. myâŚâ he trails off, struggling for the right words in his drunken haze, âyou make everything better. I love you.â
his words are raw, unfiltered by the usual restraint he keeps on his emotions. thereâs a vulnerability in the way he says it that makes your heart tighten.
âI love you too,â you reply, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. ânow, letâs get you cleaned up.â
but before you can pull away, he grabs your wrist gently, pulling you closer. âno, you donât get it.â heâs more insistent now, his eyes fixed on yours with an intensity thatâs surprising given his state. âI really love you. I think about it all the time, allâthe time.â
you laugh softly, though his words tug at something deep inside you. âyou can tell me all about it when youâre sober.â
he doesnât let go, though, his grip still gentle but firm. âI mean it. you make the worst days worth it. you... youâre everything.â
a soft laugh escapes you, touched by his sincerity but also aware of how much the alcohol is loosening his tongue. âI know, kento. youâve told me before.â
nanami poutsâa rare expression that looks so out of place on his usually stoic face. âbut I donât say it enough. you deserve to hear it.â
he blinks sloppily as he stares at you before murmuring, "I need to marry you."
you let out a soft laugh and kiss his cheek, "we are married, you silly man."
in a once in a lifetime incident, your husband stares at you, eyes wide, face reddening by the second. he looks down at his feet for a few moments, then you see him hum, "that's nice."
his seriousness is almost comical given the state heâs in, and you canât help but tease him a little. ây'know, youâre awfully chatty for someone who insisted they werenât drunk.â
he lets out a sigh, leaning his head back again and releasing your wrist, âfine, fine. maybe Iâm a little drunk. but it doesnât change the fact that Iââ
before he can finish, he shifts too quickly and almost topples off the couch. you rush to catch him, but you fall with him, and he blinks, disoriented, before breaking into a lopsided smile. âmaybe a lot drunk.â
âyeah, maybe,â you say with a laugh, helping him sit back up. âcome on, letâs get you to bed.â
as you help him to his feet, he leans heavily against you, his arm draped over your shoulder. you guide him down the hallway, his weight familiar but the situation still amusingly foreign.
normally, heâs the one doing the taking care ofâyou canât help but relish this rare moment where the roles are reversed.
once youâve managed to get him into bed, he pulls you down next to him, refusing to let go of your hand. his eyes, though heavy with sleep, remain fixed on you with that same soft, adoring look.
âyouâre the best thing that ever happened to me,â he mumbles, his voice thick with exhaustion and sincerity, âwe have to go to malaysia together.â
âsure,â you smile, brushing your fingers through his hair as his eyes finally flutter shut. âgoodnight, kento.â
just as youâre about to pull away, his hand tightens around yours once more, and he whispers, half-asleep, âI love you.â
his words are softer now, less dramatic than before but still brimming with emotion.
you watch him for a moment, his features relaxed in the dim light, and feel a warmth spread through your chest. this side of himâunguarded, affectionate, and a little sillyâis one you cherish just as much as his usual seriousness.
as he drifts off, you press a gentle kiss to his forehead, letting his words linger in the air, âI love you too.â
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â stardust
the world is a vast place. in the grand scheme of things, humans are but a speck of dust; much like how you are sure you are nothing but a meagre speck of dust in the world he lives in, forever to be remained unseen. (if only you knew how you are the brightest star he'd ever laid his eyes upon.)
CONTAINS : gn!reader, 1.5k wc, royalty!au, contract marriage/marriage of convenience, fluff, smitten reca bc what would he be other than smitten, a little hint of bittersweet at the end if read between the lines aha...
A/N : ....i have a paper due monday. i havent started it. why do i do this to myself. (reca i love u can u not hear my cries and wails as fic after fic appears in my brain for u...)
Duke Reca of the northern territory; to many he is a well-accomplished noble, a young genius set for greater things, and the owner-slash-founder of the top theatre company. He is an idol â a role model to those who aspire to be more involved in the artistic side of the world.
To you, however, he is an absolute lunatic, the bane of your existence, and your contractual husband.
It's not like you had much choice. It was either: a) remain as a hollow puppet whose strings danced at your family's fingertips, or b) find some way to escape with outside power.
You, of course, chose the second option. Unfortunately, that somehow led to you meeting the young duke when out in the shopping district, trying to escape the suffocating presence of your family's knights accompanying you by running into a secluded alleyway, even if it was for but a momentary breather.
It was a whirlwind of a meeting... quite literally. Bodies flew; clothing tousled; breaths stolen. Well, at least for you it was like this. He, on the other hand, looked right as rain. (Lucky bastard.) You hadn't realised it was him at first, too absorbed in hasty apologies and the numbing bloom spreading across your backside like a wildfire (really, they ought to incorporate more padding in these flimsy clothes!), but when he uttered an apology of his own for not paying attention to his surroundings with an arm outstretched to help you stand, your mind all but blanked. What was someone of his status doing in a dingy alley? Didn't the newspapers report word of his self-confinement, having not stepped foot outside his manor in fervent preparation of his upcoming performance?
No, never mind all that; wasn't this a blatant opportunity being presented to you? An outside power that could help you escape the clutches of your family...
With gritted teeth, all sense of self-dignity was cast aside as you grasped his outstretched hand with both of your own, gazing into his widened eyes with your own narrowed ones.
"Your Grace, I know this is hardly the appropriate time nor place, but please... marry me!" Your words echoed within the enclosed space. Duke Reca blinked slowly down at you, and it was then you realised you never elaborated. "In... in a contractual marriage of convenience, of course."
"Oh?" he grinned, amusement and intrigue twinkling in his eyes. "And what is it you can offer me?"
"I..." Truthfully, there was nothing you could offer which would be beneficial to someone like him who had everything at the tips of his fingers. You were but a speck of dust in his world, merely floating and remaining unseen within his view. But even so, here you kneeled before him, his gaze wholly fixated on a speck of dust such as yourself. If nothing else, you at least had your desperation â a desperation to be your own person. "My lineage may be from that of a baron's, but I am confident I can be of use to you if you would permit it. So long as you accept my offer, I will do anything to aid you, whether that be through practical means or a performance you wish to see."
A beat of silence.
"Ha... haha... ahahaha!!"
And, as if things couldn't get any worse than a sore rear and disgruntled self, you were pulled out of your daze by a pair of gleaming carmine eyes, a maniacal grin, and his body, now kneeled just like you were, so very close to your own.
"That determination... how brilliantly you burn with such an expression!" The sheer glee which bled through his tone sent shivers down your spine, having never realised someone so esteemed had such a side to him. The duke breathed a breathy laugh and slightly backed up, his hands still holding your arms. "Alright, I look forward to seeing how brightly you will shine in your performance, my dear leading actor."
...Was it too late to back out and find an alternative solution?
Admittedly so, for the next thing you knew vows were declared and you were moved into the duke's residence. You could still remember your family's aghast expressions the moment you declared you were marrying Duke Reca and thus cutting ties with them. It was oddly freeing to see their contorted faces reveal their true nature.
Life as the duke's spouse was... something, to say the least. His servants and attendants almost seemed to have shed tears of joy at the revelation of their ever so lonely duke (their words, not yours) finally settling down and getting married, asking you questions such as how you both met, what drew you to their duke, who popped the question first, why you chose him of all people, so on so forth. It was... cosy. Something you admittedly weren't very accustomed to, but found yourself welcoming nonetheless.
One thing you never expected was for the duke to have a little pet of his own; a little toad dressed in a miniature beret and matching suit, at that. Assistant Director is what Reca had called her, and you think for someone so obsessed with the arts he ought to up his naming sense. She was also quite susceptible to compliments, something you discovered when commenting on the little toad's cute attire, with the duke's baffling translation of her bashfulness and her own compliment on your own looks. Apparently. You're not really sure, but you're inclined to believe it ever since she claimed a spot on your shoulder.
As the days-turned-weeks-turned-months bled into each other, you found yourself oddly lost at how well-adapted you have become of your new life and the duke's personality. From impromptu displays of affection both in and outside the manor to sporadic radio silence on his end when wholly consumed by his fervent passion for a project, you sometimes wonder just how you're still alive with the amount of heart attacks the man has given you.
But despite his... eccentricities, to put it lightly, there are times where you can't quite put a finger on certain expressions he would make when he thinks you're not looking. They're unlike his (once again, to put it very lightly) passionate eyes when rambling to you during mealtimes about an upcoming performance the troupe has; unlike the sheer mania he can exude when something truly sparks his inspiration; unlike the playfully smug grin he would give you when swooping down in dramatic flair to press a long kiss to the back of your palm; unlike the rare darkening of his expression that you cannot help but stiffen at when something or someone in the troupe doesn't quite match his expectations.
No. These ones are... soft. A kind of tenderness and unprecedented longing able to be identified if scrutinised close enough. It was evident in the ghost-like touches he would trail along your skin, as though afraid just a little more force would do irreparable damage. It was evident in the attention to even the most minute details, having everything from clothing to food to the decor suited to preferences you yourself never realised you had. It was evident in the way unadulterated fondness leaked through his tone when his unique terms of affection for you slipped through his lips when all was silent and you were supposed to be asleep.
"My dearest star..."
...Much like now, it would seem.
The bed dips by where your knees slightly bend, hidden under the beige covers. A familiar musky scent surrounds you not long after, and you find yourself involuntarily relaxing at the comfort it brings as your head further burrows into the pillow.
You want to stay awake, even if it's just for a second longer, to hear what he has to say to your less than conscious state. But, oh, his fingers threading through your hair and softly massaging your scalp and the gentle touch of his forehead against yours and the subtle comforting warmth that rolls off his body in waves does little to help you fight the sleep which easily takes over.
Oh, whatever! You'll just try and catch what he has to say next time.
Eventually your breathing evens out, only soft snores now heard within the large shared bedroom. Upon noticing this, Reca cannot stop the fond smile which lifts the corners of his lips, nor can he prevent the softening of his eyes as he continues to gaze at your sleeping form.
"My dearest [Name]," he whispers into the dead of night. Even now, several months later, he still cannot believe his luck to have run into you in that alleyway. It must have been fate which made him heed its call, urging him he would discover something sure to escape that terrible slump plaguing him for weeks on end.
Sure enough, it brought him to something irreplaceable; something he has been searching desperately for.
You.
And, with the tenderest of kisses pressed to your forehead that would put even the most sickening romantics to shame, he murmurs words of promise against your skin, an oath he swears to uphold no matter the obstacles which stand before him.
"In this life, I will ensure you have only the best of endings."
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it was always you Sylus/Reader | 10.6K words | Masterlist | AO3 [part 2 of but if itâs forever, itâs even better] âA baby⌠A baby. Baby. âŚyouâre pregnant. Pregnant. With my baby.â A/N: I let Tumblr peer pressured me into writing a part two. â¤ď¸ there is also an epilogue-ish part threeâŚthat I am still polishing up, so uh, give me another three weeks????? MDNI.
You had always known Sylus was a man of his words. He had made it known time and time again that he would never flatter you, never betray you, and most certainly never lie to you, so when the man himself promised that he would get you pregnant, he was going to get you pregnant.
âSylusâah! IâŚI might already be pregâah!â
You bit down into his shoulder, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, clinging to him and clenching tightly as he continued to drive into you mercilessly, showing no sign of stopping or easing until you were both finished. You cried into his shoulder, gasping and moaning needily, as he spread you more, taking you in deeper and just hitting that sweet spot over and over again.
âOhhhâŚâ Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, unable to even remember what you were about to say.
âCanât be too sure,â Sylus said with a wolfish grin, pleased to see you such a quivering mess beneath him, cheeks all flushed red and eyes dazed with complete lust for him. Even though he could hear you protesting feebly, your body was betraying your true feelings, easily and eagerly taking him in.
âSylusâ!â
Sylus covered your mouth with his large hand, muffling the noises, but the feel of him still relentlessly thrusting in and out of you nevertheless had you helplessly moaning into his hand, your eyes looking up at him with tears brimming in the corners.
âCareful, sweetie,â he chided, smirking, âWouldnât want your neighbors to know what weâre doing, right?â
You moaned into his hand again, the feeling of him pounding into you had robbed you of all other coherent thoughts or even any feeling of modesty, your only focus in this moment was on him, the way he spoke, and the lewd noises of him fucking you. You whimpered and gasped when he removed his hand, but just as quickly your sounds were swallowed by his mouth as he greedily devoured your cries. When he pulled back, a string of saliva connected the two of you. He gazed at you haughtily, completely obsessed by the dazed look you gave him.
He chuckled darkly, his hand cupped your cheek, gently caressing you. âThen again,â he murmured, eyes twinkling mischievously, âI donât particularly care if anyone hears us.â
He kissed you again. âGoing to give me an heir?â he murmured, his tone holding shades of a light tease.
You tried to glare at him, but he laughed it off. âYou are insufferable,â you griped, but almost immediately after you said that, he purposefully thrusted in harder, watching with amusement when your eyes rolled to the back of your head again, your pleased moans countering your earlier annoyed tone.
âWhat was that, sweetie?â he teased.
âSylusâŚâ you whined and gripped his arm pleadingly, âI canât take this anymoreâhowâoh, godâhow much longer?â
His eyes darkened, taking in the sight of you shaking with pleasure beneath him. He had been pushing you to your limits, taking you whenever he could, as often as he could. His own breathing grew shakier, his thoughts wandering, his eyes glazing with desire.
Not until itâs confirmed.
Not untilâŚyouâre round and heavy with my childâŚ
I need to keep breeding youâŚuntil youâre pregnantâŚ
Gonna fill you up, knock you upâŚ
Need to see you swellâŚmake you mineâŚgonna fuck my child into youâ
âFuckââ The thought of you carrying his baby had him coming quicker than either of you expected, and you whined at the feeling of how full he was making you feel. It was too much, and yet, your own body wanted more, wanted to milk him until he was empty, until his seed flooded your womb completely.
âSylusâŚ!â
âFuck, sweetie,â he panted, his large body hovered closely over yours, only held up by his forearms as he stared into your eyes as he emptied himself into you. He kissed you roughly, his frenzied words coming out in between sharp gasps of breath, âYouâre going to look so fucking pretty with my baby in you. Wonât be able to keep my hands off of youâgonna feel you up, fuck you again and againâoh, sweetieâŚâ
You whimpered against his kisses, his dizzying words making the blood rushed straight to your head. Your arms wrapped around his neck, clinging to him tightly as you felt his body relaxing against yours. âSylusâŚI feel soâŚfullâŚâ
He groaned as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You felt him nibbling on your skin, felt all of his body heat against yours as you both slowly settled down from your shared euphoria.
For the next few minutes, neither of you spoke, the only sound heard in your bedroom was the two of you steadying your breathing. Then, you heard Sylus speaking up: âLetâs rest for a bit,â he said, pulling out of you and laying facedown next to you, his arms slung protectively over your stomach. He peered at you with a weary smirk, saying, âWeâll continue again laterâŚâ
âWhat? Again?â You startled at his words, eyes widening in shock as you exclaimed, âWeâve already done it three times tonight!â
âOh, sweetie, you know I have a big appetiteâin more ways than one.â
He hungrily kissed you, your small face held in his large hands, his touch gentle, but his kisses were ravenous. He parted, giving you a moment to catch your breath, but his words did nothing to calm your racing heart: âAnd when it comes to you,â he husked, âmy craving is never satisfied.â
âI can never face my neighbors againâŚâ
âGood. You should come live with me in the N109 Zone anyway.â
âYou can at least pretend to sympathize with me for one minute.â
âI wouldnât know how. Being empathetic is not in my nature, sweetie.â
For the next few weeks, you fell into a strange routine. If you werenât in Sylusâ bed, then he was in yours, and while you would often protest against his enthusiastic advances, eventually you would always succumb to your desires, letting him have his ways with you to his heartâs content.
With so much going on, you didnât notice the telling signs at first.
Fatigue? Work had been hectic lately.
Nausea? There had been a bug going around the city.
Tender breasts? Perhaps you were about to have your period.
ExceptâŚthat was when you realized your period never arriving. You went over the dates, checked the calendar three, four times, as you did the calculations in your head.
You were late.
Your heart sped up, hands already resting on your lower abdomen. Your nerves were in bundles, thoughts haywire.
YouâŚmight beâŚ
Pregnant.
Pregnant.
With Sylusâ baby.
Several pregnancy tests later, you stared at the row of pregnancy tests on your bathroom counter neatly lined up with identical results: Positive. You were pregnant.
You sat down on the edge of your bathtub, hand once again feeling your flat belly. So many thoughts ran through your mind, so many questions weighing you down. You had, more or less, planned this, but now that it was a realityânow that you were pregnant with Sylusâ babyâyou felt nervous.
You couldnât even pinpoint the reason for your anxiety. It was just a combination of so many different things, and while you could just continue to sit and mull and worry on your own, you knew you would rather go see Sylus as soon as possible. Taking a look at the late time, you decided first thing tomorrow morning, you would head over to the N109 Zone and see Sylus.
For now, you hoped a warm shower could help calm your nerves enough for you to sleep through the night.
The following morning, you woke up early to do a few chores around the apartment before heading outside for a quick walk to clear your head. You walked around the block, silently rehearsing in your head the different ways you could make your announcement. The previous night, you had ended up staying up later than intended, browsing videos and social media posts about how other people had made their pregnancy announcements. While many of them were cute, some even ingenious, you felt they didnât seem right for you and Sylus.
As you approached your apartment building again, still lost in thoughts, you heard a caw nearby and instantly frowned, mumbling to yourself, âOh, noâŚâ
After a quick scan of your surroundings, your eyes caught sight of the familiar metallic wings flapping overhead before a certain mechanical crow landed on a nearby tree to perch, his eyes staring straight in your direction. You gritted your teeth in annoyance before you calmed your breathing. You slowly exhaled, forced on a sweet smile, and then called out to the mechanical crow in a sing-song voice, âOh, Mephie~ whoâs a pretty birdie?â
Mephisto gave you an indignant caw, and you feigned hurt, pouting at him. âOh, donât be like that, Mephie,â you cooed, âWeâre besties, remember?â
Mephisto shuffled on his perch, cocking his head at you in confusion.
âAnd as besties,â you continued, taking off your rings to dangle in front of the crow, âWe should be nice to one another, right? Help each other out, even?â
You could have sworn you saw the gleam of interest in Mephistoâs eyes when he noticed the shiny rings you were waving at him. Gotcha, you thought, pleased that your plan was working out.
âThese rings,â you said, holding them out in the palm of your hand, âfor your silence on this matter.â
Mephisto looked up at you confused.
âOh, donât pretend like you donât know what Iâm talking about,â you scolded the crow, folding your hand and gripping the rings tightly. âYou are not telling Sylus about my pregnancy before me!â
You opened your hand again, holding up your bribe as offering. âNow, do we have a deal, Mephisto?â
You grinned when Mephisto eagerly and greedily seized the rings, giving you a nod before flying away with his new treasures.
You quickly headed inside to get changed. While Mephisto did seem to agree to your bribe, you still would rather head over to the N109 Zone as soon as possible to share the news with Sylus before any other mishaps could happen.
It was eight in the morning when you finally arrived at Onychinusâ base in the N109 Zone, an area constantly shrouded in darkness and where the entire concept of time felt utterly meaningless. It was also when Sylus would be asleep, seeing as his schedule and yours were polar opposite. Sylus tended to be in foul mood whenever he was woken up during his sleep, so you really should let him sleep for a bit longer. It almost didnât seem right to wake him up so suddenly and, in according to his schedule, so early.
But then you remembered your recent bouts of morning sickness was all his fault, so you grinned and barged into his home loudly, startling Luke and Kieran who were lounging around in the dining area.
âMiss Hunter! What are you doing here so early in the morning?â Kieran rose from his seat in a chair while Luke remained seated on the table.
âYeah, Boss is still asleep,â Luke added, âW-wait, where are you going?â
You grinned and ignored the twins who both gotten to their feet to trail after you nervously as you headed in the direction of Sylusâ bedroom.
âW-wait, Boss is going to be pissed if heâs woken up at this time!â Luke grabbed your arm to stop you, and you peered up at him with a startling sweet smile. Even with the mask covering his face, you could sense how nervous he was, whether it was because of the prospect of waking Sylus up or your frighteningly cheerful smile, you werenât sure.
âItâs alright, you two,â you cooed, voice so saccharine it made them wonder what you were up to. You continued in a chipper voice, âHeâs going to be thrilled by what I have to tell him.â
âWell,â Kieran started, scratching his head thoughtfully, âMiss Hunter does have him wrapped around her fingerâŚâ
âRight, Boss practically grovels at her feetâwait, donât tell him I said that!â
By this point, you were already outside Sylusâ bedroom with the twins a good several feet away staring at you with mild horror. You quietly shooed them away and watched with a smile as they slunk back to the dining room while muttering among themselves. You couldnât be bothered to care about what they could be whispering about.
You exhaled slowly, and then quietly opened the door, peering into the dark room with caution. Your eyes scanned the large bedroom, checking for any distractions, any oddities that could ruin this planned perfect moment.
âGood, Mephie is not in there,â you mumbled to yourself when you noticed the empty bird perch. You made a mental note to find something extra shiny for the mechanical bird for keeping his end of the deal. You continued your quiet surveillance, and when your eyes finally landed on the bed, you found Sylus asleep under the cover, seeing his chest rising and falling steadily.
You grinned.
As you tiptoed into the bedroom, you couldnât help but noticed a large stray feather of Mephisto was laying on the floor. Your grin widened as you picked it up and made your way over to Sylusâ bed.
He was sound asleep.
He looked so peaceful, almost ethereal, even.
You smiled and leaned closer, using the feather to tickle his face.
Sylus stirred with an annoyed groan.
You quickly suppressed a giggle. Just as you were about to tickle his nose, Sylus opened his eyes and you startled from seeing his red irises so suddenly. Immediately, you let out a shriek when Sylus unexpectedly grabbed your wrist and pulled you into bed with him.
âYou shouldnât have snuck in here like this, sweetie,â he chided, holding you firmly to him.
You struggled in his embrace, but Sylus simply smirked, showing no sign of letting you go any time soon. âWho provoked who first?â he questioned arrogantly, giving your thigh a light smack.
You glared up at him, exclaiming, âIs that any way to treat the woman carrying your baby?â
He paused.
He stared.
And then he spokeâvoice so rough, so dry.
âA baby⌠A baby. Baby. âŚyouâre pregnant. Pregnant. With my baby.â
He had unconsciously let you go, barely noticing when you knelt next to him on the bed, grinning from ear to ear. You watched with delight, seeing the normally calm and haughty crime leader having a complete brain malfunction as he attempted to process your news, his eyes darting back and forth from your face and your stomach. Several emotions flashed across Sylusâ eyes ranging from confusion to surprise to shock before finally settling on joyâabsolute, complete wholehearted joy.
You gasped when he pulled you into his firm embrace again, your face pressed to his chest as you felt his hands rubbing you up and down. You whined against him and he looked down at you completely delighted. His lips instantly pressed against yours, silencing your cries.
âWeâre having a baby,â he murmured again, still not quite registering the words, finding them to sound so foreign on his tongue. âMy god, weâre having a babyâŚâ
âHow many times are you going to say that?â You looked at him with a pout and he just grinned at you again.
âUntil you give birth.â
You instantly blushed. âWhat are you sayingââ
He sat back, leaning against the headboard and pulling you into his lap. You watched as his large hand lay over your still-flat belly curiously. He shook his head in disbelief, huffing quietly, âA baby. Thereâs a baby in thereâŚâ
âY-YeahâŚâ you mumbled back, still finding the whole situation surreal as well. It was your body, but even you couldnât quite wrap your head around the fact that you were now carrying a new life inside you. Your eyes rested on your stomach. It was still so flat. How could a baby be growing in there? How could you get bigger?
You tilted your head a little, your questioning thoughts starting to drift to a new direction. You wondered when you would start showing. When would you start to feel the little kicks and movements? How big were you going to get? Were you having a boy or a girl? Would Sylus truly love you like thisâ
You teared up. Sylus immediately noticed and looked startled.
You started crying.
âWh-whatâs wrong? Sweetie, why are you crying? Why are you upset?â
You were immediately pulled into his embrace, his hand automatically rubbing the back of your head gently to soothe you as you cried against his chest. You heaved and sobbed against him as he mumbled comforting words, hoping they would calm you down.
âDid I do something?â he questioned softly, feeling helpless when he felt you shaking in his arms, unable to calm down or speak clearly.
You shook your head.
âAre you hurt somewhere?â
âN-noâŚâ you mumbled feebly against his chest.
âThen why are you crying? Sweetie, talk to meâŚâ
âI-I donât knowâŚâ
Sylus peered down at your head and smiled gently. âI think a certain kitten is fibbing.â
âQuit itâŚâ
âI will if she tells me why sheâs crying.â
You grumbled against his chest, protesting quietly when he pulled you back to look at your reddened face and puffy eyes. He held your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away your fresh tears as he shushed you gently. You sniffed.
âIâm going to get fatâŚâ
Sylus looked confused.
And then he laughed.
âAh, so is that why you are crying?â He chuckled, âSweetheart, you are not going to get fat.â
âIâm going to gain weight!â
âFor our baby,â he emphasized. âThe baby is going to be growing inside you.â
âYouâll stop loving meâŚâ
Sylus immediately frowned; his earlier mirth disappeared in that instance. His eyes narrowed in anger as he spoke coldly, âWhat did you say?â
You clammed up, unprepared for his entire demeanor change. You let out a shaky breath when Sylus grabbed your chin, gentle but firm, and held your gaze to him. His thumb brushed over your trembling lips as he spoke, his tone leaving no room for arguments, âI wonât ever stop loving you.â
He didnât raise his voice, but the way he said those words so evenly, so softly and resolutely, they rang loud in the large room. Your heart pounded in your chest, his icy gaze on you rendered you speechless, making you forget about your earlier insecurities. He leaned his face closer to you, his lips just a breath away from yours. âIf anything,â he continued, voice dropping lower, âIâll love you even more.â
You whimpered when he captured your lips, his sweet kiss a binding seal for his ardent words. When he parted, he pressed his forehead to yours, his voice still breathless and unyielding, âDonât ever question my love for you again.â
Your eyes lowered, embarrassed by your earlier outburst. You nodded obediently.
The room was quiet as you and Sylus remained still, him waiting patiently for you to calm yourself. Meanwhile, you felt your cheeks reddening as you replayed the last few minutes in your mind, your embarrassment growing stronger as you realized how silly and ridiculous you were being.
âSylus?â
âHmm?â
âI think Iâm having mood swings alreadyâŚâ
âNo kiddingâŚâ
âWhat did you say?!â
âMy kitten,â he answered, kissing your forehead. He lay back down in bed, pulling you on top of him gently. Your head lifted, your protests dying instantly when you caught sight of his sweet expression, eyes closed and a pleased smile on his face. Your heart instantly melted, any residual doubts lingering in your mind disappeared the moment you heard him sighing blissfully: âWeâre having a babyâŚâ
âAre you sure you donât want to let people know Onychinusâ leader is your baby daddy?â
âIâm sure.â
âSure-sure, or pregnancy-brain-I-might-change-my-mind-again-sure?â
âSure-sure.â
âPositive?â
âPositive!â
âReallyââ
âSylus! Absolutely, positively, undoubtedly 100% sure!â
âMood swing?â
âI will melt your vinyl collection.â
For the longest time, it seemed your belly continued to remain flat as a board, making even you yourself doubtful about whether or not you were truly pregnant. If it werenât for that first ultrasound you got at your prenatal visit, you probably would have dismissed the whole thing as a false positive.
However, the moment you saw that small speck on the ultrasound photo, the moment you caught Sylusâ own surprised expression, you both knew that this was real. Your lives were changing in the most astoundingly beautiful way possible, and no matter how much you both may prep for the arrival of your bundle of joy, you knew nothing would ever be like before.
How wonderful, you thought.
One morning, early in your second trimester, you noticed a slight rounding in your middle after waking up. You cautiously touched it, startled by the feeling of the curve. You could have sworn that just eight hours earlier, you still had your flat stomach, but right now you could definitely see a distinct difference, see the way it was beginning to shape and fill out. You touched it more firmly, still unused to the surrealism of this moment.
âItâsâŚhappeningâŚâ you muttered to yourself, still trying to come to terms with this reality. You startled again when you heard your phone ringing.
It was Sylus, wanting to video chat. You answered immediately.
âGood morning!â you greeted him.
âMorning,â he yawned back, and you realized it was probably his ânightâ time now. âI just wanted to check in on you before you went to work. How are you feeling?â
âGood!â you responded brightly. Possibly a little too brightly, because Sylus immediately raised a questioning brow.
ââGood?ââ he repeated, crossing his arms in confusion. âHowâs your morning sickness?â
âHavenât had anyâyet,â you answered cautiously. Then you smiled brightly and adjusted the phone to show your midriff. You lifted your pajamas top excitedly, exclaiming, âBut look! Iâm starting to show!â
You had expected Sylus to be excited, but his expression and entire demeanor was a far cry from what you had anticipated the notorious Onychinus leader to have. He seemed upset, and you frowned, slowly pulling your top back down. âWhy arenât you excited?â
âHuh?â He didnât seem to realize his expression was upsetting you. He sighed, and apologized immediately. âI am excited,â he clarified, though his tone suggested otherwise, âItâs justâŚâ
âJust what?â you demanded, feeling hurt that his behavior was not like what you had expected.
âI want you here with me.â
Your face softened. âWhat?â
âYouâre starting to show,â he continued, âand it made me realize I donât want to miss another second of your pregnancy. Iâm justâŚupset that I am not by your side right now, seeing your belly grow, feeling it, taking care of youâŚâ
You could feel your cheeks warming because of his words.
âCome live with me?â
âButââ
Sylus sighed, already expecting the usual excuses: your job, your life, everything you loved was in bright, sunny Linkon City. Not the dark and dreary N109 Zone.
âBut my plushiesâŚâ
Sylus blinked, confused.
âSweetie, I have more than enough room here for your belongings.â
âMy jobââ
âDidnât you say your captain was putting you on desk duty?â he interrupted you, smirking, âSurely the Hunters Association allows their employeesâespecially ones in theirâŚdelicate conditionâthe option to work remotely?â
ââŚâ
âNo more excuses?â
âNot at the momentâŚGive me a sec.â
Sylus chuckled. âIâll have Luke and Kieran make arrangements for your move.â
You gawked at him. âI never said yes!â
âNot explicitly,â he agreed and then tilted his head a little, smirking, âSo explain to me why your eyes shined so brightly when I made my offer?â
You slumped in bed and stared at the phoneâat Sylusâ insufferable smirk.
âSweetheartâŚâ
âI want you next to me, too,â you confessed as you looked down at the small bump forming. You tentatively touched it. âI want you with us.â
You looked up at the phone screen just in time to see Sylus had a quick intake of breath, his eyes had widened a fraction, easily missed by those with untrained eyes. Then, he shook his head, almost as if in disbelief by what he had heard. He chuckled to himself. âSweetheart, Iâll see you in an hour.â
You looked confused. âI thought you were going to bed now?â
âHow can I sleep after hearing you say something so adorable?â
You blushed, and tried to keep your voice and expression neutral. âGo to bed,â you said as sternly as possible in spite of Sylusâ amused smirk at your transparent attempt. âIâm getting ready to go to work.â
âCall out,â he demanded.
âNoââ
âFine,â he said, interrupting you to your confusion, âIâll just show up to your workplace at the end of your work day.â
You stared at the phone, mouth agape. You narrowed your eyes at him. âDid you just make a threat?â
He shook his head, feigning hurt. âI am merely concerned for my pregnant girlfriend.â
âNo,â you repeated firmly. âDo. Not. Come. To. My. Work. Place.â
âHow mean,â he cooed mockingly, âYou wonât allow me to see you, you wonât let people know I fathered your babyââ
âAbout thatââ
He looked at you suspiciously. âWhat?â
âPeople kind of knowâŚâ
âI donât understand,â he said, frowning. He tilted his head to the side in confusion. âYou said you didnât want people to know the leader of Onychinus knocked you up.â
âWell, yesâand they still donât know that.â You bit your bottom lip nervously, flinching a little when Sylus questioned you again impatiently. âI couldnât just not give them a nameâTara was so excited about the news and wellââ
âWell, what?â
âI said Skye fathered my baby.â
âWhoâs Skyeâyou did what?â Sylus paused, remembering. And then he laughed. âI see, so âSkyeâ is your baby daddy then.â
The minute Sylus started smiling, you felt an uncomfortable feeling growing in the pit of your belly. You knew it wasnât your morning sickness making you feel queasy in that moment. The knot worsened when Sylus started chuckling. You flustered and asked, mildly annoyed, âWhy are you laughing?â
âNo particular reason,â he answered affably, eyes twinkling in amusement. âI can be okay with this. In factââ
Sylusâ smile widened. âI wonât come see you after work today after all.â
You breathed out in relief, but that brief moment of serenity disappeared just as quickly the moment Sylus finished his thought:
ââSkyeâ will pick you up today after work.â
âYou are absolutely insufferable.â
âSee you at five, sweetheart,â Sylus responded, smirking as he ended the call and you were left staring at your bewildered reflection in the darkened phone screen.
âWell, Baby,â You started, staring down at your small bump. You gently placed a hand over it, giving it a tentative rub. âYour daddy can be an ass sometimesâŚâ
âYou actually brought your plushies.â
âYou said you have room for them.â
âI do, butââ
âBut what?â
âI donât remember getting Bunbun, Artsy Birb, or Happy Snowman with youâŚâ
ââŚdonât worry about them.â
Before you knew it, you began calling Onychinusâ base your home. Not a second home, not a temporary home, but home. There were days you would wake up feeling disoriented, still not quite used to the N109 Zoneâs seemingly eternal darkness. There were also many mornings you would find yourself missing and yearning for the sunlight in Linkon City, but those feelings of longing disappeared the moment you felt Sylusâ arm wrapped around your waist, feeling your growing belly and hearing his soft breathing so close to you.
Your eyes fluttered opened one particular dayâor, perhaps, it was night, you werenât quite sure yetâand you felt a familiar warmth behind you. You looked down and saw a large hand covering your growing bump.
You smiled.
Your belly had grown steadily these past few weeks, becoming more and more prominent each day, and while it seemed big to you, it still looked quite small when Sylus touched it. You stared at his large hand nearly covering your entire middle, and you swallowed nervously, realizing you still had several more months of your pregnancy. Plenty of time for your baby to grow bigger.
Much bigger.
You felt nervous.
And scared.
You started to cry.
Sylus immediately woke up when he sensed the sudden shift in your emotions.
âSweetie?â He was immediately alert, sitting up and pulling you closer to him as he examined you all over looking for anything that could be causing you discomfort or distress. âWhatâs wrong? Why are you crying?â
âHow am I supposed to have your big babies?!â
Sylus looked floored.
ââŚexcuse me?â
You continued crying hysterically. âHow am I supposed to push out your big babies?!â
Sylus blinked, still not quite following your train of thought. He knew your hormones had been fluctuating all over the place, but even that did not prepare him for this conversation. He rubbed his forehead, half-wondering if he was still asleep and dreaming this whole ridiculous situation. He sighed when you continued to hysterically ramble:
âWhat was I thinking letting you knock me up with your big babies? Fuck, I wasnât thinkingâI was just a horny little slut! And now I have your big baby inside me! How am I expected to push out a baby that size? Oh, god, what if I canâtâSylus, stop laughing at me!â
Sylus was leaning against the headboard, his whole body shaking in amusement as he watched you spiral. He chuckled when you attempted to punch his shoulder, but his quick reflex easily allowed him to grab your wrist gently before pulling you into his embrace. He hummed happily when he felt your small bump pressed against his stomach.
âSweetheart, you are worrying over nothingâŚâ
âEasy for you to say, youâre not gonna be pushing something out of yourâ"
He kissed your lips, silencing you immediately. âIt will be fine,â he reassured you, âYour body was made for this.â
ââŚfor average sized babyâŚnot what youâve given meâŚâ
He quirked an eyebrow at you, half-amused, half-confused. âI might regret asking this,â he said, giving your cheek a teasing pinch to your annoyance, âbut what makes you so certain the baby is going to be abnormally big?â
âLook at you!â
He shrugged, still not quite following your train of thought.
âSylus!â
âLook,â he started while stroking your head soothingly, his voice gentle, âThe doctor said you are meeting all of the expected weight gain on time. Not under, and not over.â
You continued to sulk.
âThe baby is growing at a perfectly normal rate.â
âBut what ifâ"
He sighed. âI know all of this is scary right nowââ He pressed his lips to your forehead. âAnd IâI canât truly fathom your anxiety. Youâre scared and I wish I can make you feel betterââ
You looked up curiously.
He smiled and rubbed your cheek where he had previously pinched tenderly. âI am so bad at thisâŚâ
You stared at Sylusâ helpless smile and you felt a warmth spreading in your chest. This big intimidating man with such an imposing aura, such unfathomable confidence and charisma was rendered helpless and lost by you. You felt oddly touched by this. Your smaller hands grabbed his, holding it close to your cheek and you smiled at Sylus, surprising him.
âI might have overreacted,â you admitted sheepishly, adding, âIâm feeling better now, SylusâŚâ
He furrowed his brows. âAre you sure?â
You nodded and kissed his palm, your hand caressing his. âIâm still nervous,â you admitted, and Sylusâ expression softened, âButâŚI feel safe with youâŚâ
He smiled and gathered you into his lap, holding you securely to him. He nuzzled his cheek against your head. âI wish I could take away all of your worries,â he murmured, âbut I donât want to lie to you or make promises I canât keepâŚâ
He kissed you sweetly, his voice still soft and gentle, âI can only promise that I will stay by your side for as long as youâll have meâŚâ
His hand lowered, feeling your belly, feeling the life the two of you had made together. âAs long as youâll both have me.â
You smiled at him, eyes brimming with tears.
He wiped the corners of your eyes, tsking softly. âNow,â he continued, his tone lightening, âAny other worries I need to quell tonight?â
You stilled, looking deep in thought. Sylus was only teasing, but he grew concerned when you seemed to ponder his inquiry seriously. He tilted your chin up, your gaze meeting his. He asked, âWhat is it?â
âDoâŚdo you think Iâm stillâŚpretty?â
He blinked, and then he shook his head, amused. âIs that even a question?â
You looked at him sullenly. âDonât patronize meâŚIâm serious.â
âVery pretty,â he murmured, grabbing your face, his lips pressed roughly against yours. You gasped and panted, not expecting the fierce kisses from him. His hand rested behind your head, your hair roughly tangled in between his long, slender fingers as he spoke deeply, a faint growl heard in the back of his throat, âSo fucking pretty.â
You whined against his lips, and Sylus chuckled as he continued to mumble in between his relentless kisses, âMy pretty, knocked up hunter, all round and swollen with my baby, so cute and needyâfuck, I canât get enough of youâŚâ
âSylusâŚâ You panted, feeling your body warming up as you listened to his voice, hearing that sinful rasp full of desire for you. You unconsciously rubbed yourself against his thigh and Sylus hissed, grabbing your hips.
âSweetieâŚwhat are you doing?â
You blushed. âIâI didnât mean toââ
He looked at you knowingly. He gripped your hips tighter, smirking. âYouâre really testing my restraint right nowâŚâ
You looked at him expectantly, biting your bottom lip. He groaned at the sight.
âSweetie, my self-control can only go so farâŚâ
âWhat ifâŚâ you looked at him, eyes glazing with desire. âI sayâŚI want you right now?â
âWhat?â Sylus looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to repeat your words. You felt your cheeks warming up under his intense gaze, but more than that, you also felt a burning inside you as you realize how much you missed and ached for his touch.
âWhat is this lewd expression you are giving me,â he murmured, tipping your chin up. He leaned down and planted kisses along your neck, nipping and sucking as his hands roamed down your body. You shivered against him as he spoke, âAre youâŚgiving me permission, sweetie?â
ââŚYes.â
That was all Sylus needed to hear.
His lips crashed upon yours again, hands fumbling with clothes, making quick work to discard them. Your needy gasps and moans mingled with his own impatient grunts and groans as you both gave in to the pleasure you had both abstained from these past few weeks.
âSyâohhhâŚâ
Sylus had you on your side, your leg held up by him as he slid in slowly, his movements more careful than normal as he gauged your reaction, making sure to prioritize your comfort and wellbeing first. He placed a hand over your belly, cradling it possessively. âWho put this baby in you?â he demanded, the rasp in his voice noticeable, making you throbbed inside.
âY-you, Sylus!â
He kissed your neck. âThatâs right,â he murmured, nipping at your skin and leaving his marks, âItâs my child growing inside you, my child in your womb.â
You shivered against him.
âSylusâŚmoreâŚpleaseâŚâ
âAre you sureââ
âYes!â
He smirked at your eager, impatient response. His face buried into your neck, his voice husky with desire, âIt looks like itâs going to be a long nightâŚâ
âI canât be around Luke and Kieran anymore.â
âAre they bullying you, sweetie? Just bully them right back, you have my permission.â
âThatâs not what I meantânever mind. I justâŚfeel like they know what we didâŚâ
âDid they say something?â
âNo, itâs the way they looked at meâŚâ
ââŚthey wear masks all the time. How can you tell?â
âI just know.â
âSweetieâŚâ
âDonât you dare say I am being hormonal again!â
ââŚâ
Ping!
âSylus, what the hell?! Did you just text an emoji to me?!â
âI did as you said. I did not say you were hormonal.â
âYou texted me the âponderingâ Grumpy Crow emoji!â
âIt could mean anything.â
Ping!
ââŚReally, sweetie? The âannoyedâ Grumpy Crow emoji?â
âIt could mean anything.â
You should have known that Sylus would be prepared for your pregnancy cravings, although, you couldnât help but felt that he had taken things too far.
âUmâŚâ Luke opened the fridge and stared inside for a moment before closing the door. He turned and stared at you from behind his mask. âIs Miss Hunter craving yogurt?â
âWhat?â You paused in your work and looked up from your laptop confused. âWhat are you talking aboutââ
Luke opened the fridge door again, giving you a grand view of the assorted brands and flavors of yogurt that filled the fridge in every conceivable spot possible.
âIââ you stared, mouth agape, âI simply said yesterday, âyogurt sounds tasty right nowâ!â
Kieran strolled over and opened the freezer door and you all stared awkwardly at the containers after containers of frozen yogurt that also lined the shelves.
âAt least he is attentive,â Kieran responded pleasantly while you sat there unsure if you should feel happy or exasperated by Sylusâ gesture.
âLetâs see,â Luke started, pointing at each container as he listed the different types, âYou have the regular yogurt, Greek yogurt, French-style, organic, dairy-free, low-fat, probioticââ
âYou also have plain yogurt,â Kieran cheerfully chimed in, adding, âVanilla, strawberry, peach, raspberry, cherry, mango, coconut, pomegranateâŚâ
âKey lime pie, strawberry-banana, chocolate, cookies ânâ cream, mixed berry, orange crèmeâŚâ
âItâs the salad dressing incident all over againâŚâ you bemoaned, earning absolutely no empathy from the two men in the room, who seemed to be delighted by this odd situation.
âMaybe next time you should be more specific,â Luke said unhelpfully, earning instantly a glare from you. He held up his hands in defense and shrugged. âSay, Miss Hunter, can I have one of theââ
âBe my guest,â you said, sighing when Luke happened to grab the vanilla yogurt that came with crushed chocolate cookies to sprinkle on top.
âWait, does Miss Hunter even have any cravings right now?â Kieran pondered aloud.
Sex, your mind unhelpfully answered for you before you shooed that traitorous thought away. You forced a pleasant smile on your face and shook your head as you rubbed your growing belly. âNot really. This little one doesnât seem to mind what I eat.â
âHuh,â Luke said as he stirred the cookies into his yogurt. âNo wonder Boss is desperate to find anything to buy for youâŚâ
Kieran nodded in agreement with his brother, adding, âHe must really want the whole pregnancy experience with youâŚâ
âIs that so?â You couldnât help but feel touched by Sylusâ gesture now.
âMaybe you should make something up,â Luke suggested.
You rolled your eyes. âBe for real, you two. I am not going to make up some cravings when I donât have any just so Sylus canââ
âHow about pickles and hot chili-lime tortilla chips?â Kieran suggested, looking up from his phone.
âWhat are youâactually, that does sound goodâŚâ
âWhat sounds good?â Sylus walked into the kitchen, interrupting your conversation. You glared at Luke and Kieran into keeping their silence, and the two nodded reluctantly.
âNever mind that,â you said, standing up with Sylusâ help, âAre you ready to go to Linkon City?â
Sylus sighed. âThe doctors in the N109 Zone are just as good. Hell, I can even get you your own personal doctors to come to our homeââ
âSylus, I want to go to Linkon City. Please?â
One look at your pouting lips had Sylus yielding to you immediately. He sighed again and shook his head in defeat, âFine, fine, whatever you like, sweetie.â
As you and Sylus started to leave the kitchen, Luke piped up, âHey, Boss, do we have any yogurt around here?â
You shot Luke the dirtiest look you could muster, making a mental note to get back at him again for his comment.
It was a girl.
It was going to be a girl.
Any worries that Sylus would be disappointed in the gender immediately left your brain the moment you caught sight of his awestruck stare as he gazed at the monitor where you both watched the baby make little movements.
The doctor left the two of you alone to gather your thoughts, to bask in this private joyous moment. The moment the door closed and you two were truly left alone, you both let out the breath you were holding in.
Sylus was the first to speak, his voice more surprised than you had ever heard from the usual confidant man: âWeâre having a girlâŚâ
Your heart skipped a beat. It seemed each day, everything felt more real than the last. You knew you were having a baby, of course, but now that you knew it was going to be a girlâŚyou felt so many conflicting emotions coursing through yourself: joy, worry, fear, doubts.
But when you looked upon Sylus, any insecurities you felt disappeared instantly, because you knew he would never leave you to handle things alone. If anything, you knew he would shoulder all of the hardship if he could just so you would never have to suffer for a second in your life.
âSweetieâŚâ
You gazed into his crimson eyes the moment you felt his hand on your cheek.
âThank youâŚâ
You blinked in confusion, but he never elaborated further. Instead, you felt his lips on yours, his touch more tender, more protective. As you parted, you saw his eyes drifted from the monitor to your belly, his expression was so tender and heartfelt.
You smiled when you realized you were no longer the only girl in Sylusâ heart.
Bright red eyes. Long, straight nose. Full lips.
âAre you not hungry tonight, sweetie?â
âHuh?â
âYouâve been staring at me for the last ten minutes,â Sylus said, frowning, âDo I have something on my face?â
âUh, noâŚâ you responded, blushing in embarrassment.
âThen whatâs wrong? Is the food not to your liking? Do you want to order something else?â
âN-no,â you answered, stopping Sylus from calling the waiter over. Your blush seemed to deepen even more, embarrassed for so many different reasons now. âItâs fine. The food is yummy. Look, Iâm eating!â
You took a bite of the roasted chicken on your plate to prove a point. Sylus didnât look satisfied, so you sighed in defeat and placed your fork and knife down. You breathed in slowly, preparing yourself for your little confession. âAlrightâŚjustâŚdonât laugh at meâŚâ
He huffed in amusement at your preface.
âI just said donât laugh at me!â you looked up, glaring at him.
âAlright, alright,â he conceded good-naturedly, âSo whatâs wrong?â
âI wasâŚimaginingâŚâ
âImagining?â
You blushed.
âImagining what?â Sylus questioned, furrowing his brows as he leaned forward, reaching across the table to grab your chin, turning you to face him. âAnswer me.â
âJustâŚwhatâŚthe baby will look likeâŚwith your featuresâŚâ
He blinked in surprise, letting go of your chin. He leaned back in his seat, chuckling in amusement.
âYouâre laughing at me again!â
âIâm not laughing at you,â he objected. He leaned forward again, his left elbow propped on the table, his chin cradled in his hand as he smiled smugly at you. âYouâre just so cute.â
If it was possible, your blush probably deepened to another shade. You tried to focus on your dinner, but this time you could feel Sylusâ eyes watching you intensely. You could practically feel your heart pumping fast and hard in your chest. You startled when you heard him speaking again:
âBut shouldnât the baby also have your features as well, sweetie?â
âWellâŚprobably,â you answered.
âI think sheâll look much prettier if she looks like her mommy.â
âI thought you said you wouldnât flatter me.â
âItâs not flattery if itâs factual,â he countered with a grin. âAnd her mommy is very pretty.â
You quietly ate your dinner, pretending you didnât hear him, though inside you felt delighted by his praises. Sylus continued to watch you eat, amused by your transparent act. He could practically see you brimming with joy at his compliments.
âShall I order dessert?â he asked, already calling the waiter over. He didnât even look at the menu, saying, âOne of everything.â
You gaped. âWe couldnât possibly finish all of that!â
He shrugged. âWeâll take them to go then.â
âThatâthatâs not what Iââ Your eyes widened as Sylus ignored your protests and gave the revised order to the waiter. âSylus, thatâs too much!â
He chuckled again. âSweetie, you deserve to be pampered,â he said, âLet me lavish and spoil you during this special time.â
He reached across the table again, wiping your lips with his thumb. You heart skipped a beat as you watched him licked his thumb clean. âBesides,â he started, gazing at you fondly, âYouâre already giving me the greatest gift ever.â
âI still think you ordered too much.â
âComplain all you want you, sweetie, but when itâs 2 AM and you are craving a lemon-raspberry cheesecake, you will thank me.â
âBut I havenât had that many cravings during this pregnancy! Iâm actually a little disappointedâŚâ
âShall we play the guessing game then?â
âNo alcohol.â
âI obviously wasnât going to suggestâstop glaring at me.â
Another wet dream.
Some women were exhausted. (You were exhausted.)
Some have weird food cravings. (You had a different craving.)
Some may even be emotional. (You were very, very emotional.)
But you.
WellâŚyouâŚwere having wet dreams and an out-of-control sex drive. (Fuck.)
You woke up one morning groaning in annoyance. You remembered bits and pieces of the lewd dream, enough that you were squirming now that you were awake, feeling frustrated in parts because one: you couldnât finish the dream, and two: you really needed to finishâŚ
You suddenly noticed Sylus was asleep in bed next to you. You briefly wondered why you didnât notice him getting into bed earlier, but the thought quickly dashed away when your sex-crazed brain suddenly noted appreciatively that he had fallen asleep in his bathrobe again, the belt barely tied around his waist, exposing his toned torso to you.
A book was lying next to him, and his reading glasses were tilted on his face. You surmised he must have fallen asleep while reading earlier. A mischievous thought found its way into your head, and for a brief second, you contemplated, questioning your own motives.
Well, you were only going to help him take his glasses off. You didnât want them to break. You were just being thoughtful. Truly.
You hauled yourself up, groaning at the increasing difficulty with each day that your belly grew. You steadied your hand over your bump, giving it a gentle rub before you crawled over and climbed onto his lap, straddling him.
Sylus was still asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly.
You held back a moan when you realized he hadnât put on any undergarment after his shower. What a sneaky bastard.
You leaned forward, touching the frame of his glasses. You hissed when you felt your round stomach pressed forward, touching his toned abdomen. The crisp scent of his body wash wafted in the air so close to your nose, making you just want to lean forward and inhale deeply.
You shook your head, chiding yourself silently before you quickly took his glasses off and placed them on the nightstand.
As you were about to climb off of him, you felt yourself brushing against himâagainst his bulge. You swallowed slowly, feeling a warmth spread in your core. You could practically feel yourself throbbing and aching inside.
Maybe he wouldnât notice.
Maybe you could be quick andâŚ
You were just going toâŚ
Sylusâ eyes shot opened when he felt a new weight on top of him. His eyes widened in shock at the sight of you on top of him, shamelessly grinding against him. His brain quickly caught up with the situation and he laughed, as he reached out to grab your hips, pulling you into his embrace.
âWell, good morning to you, too, sweetie,â he laughed, kissing your lips, âIs this how youâre going to wake me up from now on? Because I like it.â
You blushed in embarrassment. âIâI can explain.â
He raised an eyebrow.
Grinning, Sylus reached under your nightgown, cupping your sex and rubbing his hand against the fabric of your soaked panties, making you gasped and moaned loudly, the feel of him touching you was a welcoming friction. âReally?â he questioned, his voice dropping an octave lower, âYou can explain why youâre so wet right now?â
âSy-SylusâŚâ you practically whimpered his name, looking at him pleadingly. You were already suffering from your out-of-control hormones, and right now, that delightfully sinful and sultry voice of his was only making things worse.
âWhatâs wrong, sweetie?â he cooed, âNeed to get yourself off on my cock?â
You really did whimper this time.
He looked amused as he undid the belt of his robe. You followed Sylusâ every movement, watching with rapt attention as he wrapped his hand around his magnificent cock and began stroking himself leisurely. His own eyes remained locked on you, relishing in the way you were reacting to him. You swallowed, feeling your insides pulsing, needing to be filled by him.
âRide me,â he ordered. You shuddered at his tone, but you were also more than ready and willing to listen to him. He smirked as he helped you removed your drenched panties, amused by the needy state you were already in this early in the morning. He helped steadied you on top of him, helped you aligned yourself to him, and then in one fluid motionâ
âFuckâŚâ Sylus threw his head back, groaning, as you eagerly sank down on his fat cock. He looked back at you, grinning at the sight of your aroused face taking him in so deeply. âIf Iâd known being pregnant would make you this insatiable, I would have knocked you up sooner, sweetie.â
You mewled happily when his large hand touched your round belly, rubbing it in slow circles.
âLook at you,â he crooned, leaning up and leading your lips to his. He nibbled on your bottom lip, his voice a soft murmur, âSo sweet for me.â
You gasped as he reached out and pulled down the strap of your nightgown, exposing your breast. They had grown considerably throughout your pregnancy, the areolas had darkened, and your breasts felt very heavy with milk for the baby still in your womb. As you rode him, your breasts bounced heavily, the sight turning him on more and more.
You moaned as his hands groped you, his voice heavy with arousal, âGonna keep you like thisâŚâ
You let out a shuddering gasp when he thrusted up, your hands instantly steadying yourself on his chest. You looked into his eyes as he rubbed your belly again.
âSylusââ
You closed your eyes, gasping and panting as his mouth took in your sensitive nipple. A lick, a tease, and you could already feel it firming up as he sucked eagerly while his hands roamed your body, every touch of his making your skin burned hot. As the morning wore on, you couldnât help but think how wonderful it would be when your milk would come in and he would have a taste as well.
You couldnât wait.
âFor the last time, Sylus, we are not buying everything in the catalog!â
âWhy not? I can afford it.â
âI know you can afford it, but I donât need all of these items. The baby doesnât need all of these items!â
âSweetie, I am only making sure you and my daughter will want for nothing.â
âThoughtful, if not ill-conceived.â
âHow heartless. You do not appreciate my generosity enough.â
âI will once you explain the crow-themed nursery you had Luke and Kieran planning.â
âA compromise since you will not allow me to make a mechanical crow for her.â
âIncorrigible.â
Sylus had always loved spoiling you, be it with material items, praises, or his affections. It was his sole belief that you deserved to be lavished, to be gifted and spoiled with the luxuries of the world, and within the bedroom, he made sure you were worshiped in other ways. Your every whim was his to answer, and he did so willingly, devotedly, and ardently.
The bedroom lights dimmed, and a record played soft, sensual music in the room.
You found yourself standing bent over his bed, large belly hanging low as he approached you from behind. Large calloused hands held your widened hips, fingers pressing into the soft flesh and already drawing out your fluttering gasps as you trembled with anticipation, already shamelessly imagining that deliciously large, thick cock of his penetrating you so deeply, in ways no other man could ever compare.
He lifted your right leg, holding it higher at hip level to give him an even better access to your soaked pussy.
âYouâre so beautifulâŚand all mineâŚâ
You moaned into the mattress as you felt him easing in.
âDoing alright?â he questioned, showing a moment of hesitancy as he tried to gauge your reaction.
âYesâŚyesâŚSylusâŚmoreâŚâ
He smirked and continued, filling you just the way you wanted.
âI just want to keep you like thisâŚâ he murmured, sounding more like he was speaking to himself than you.
Heavy with my childâŚ
Want to keep you bred.
Knock you up over and over and over againâŚ
âOh, Sylus, youâre being so rough!â
He startled, snapping out of his thoughts. He slowed his movements before bending over and kissing your shoulder apologetically. âIâm sorry, do you want me to stop?â
You shook your head slowly.
âAre you sure?â
âI want youâŚplease?â
He smiled and kissed your cheek. âHow can I resist my dear hunterâs sweet request?â
As he began moving again, your fingers curled around the bedsheets, little moans escaped. Unwittingly, you mumbled into the sheets, your words reaching his ears, âMoreâŚwantâŚto give you moreâŚâ
âWhat?â
You whined when he stilled. âSylusâŚpleaseâŚâ
âWhat were youâŚsaying?â
Your hand reached around your large belly, rubbing it provocatively. Sylus felt like he had stopped breathing. The very suggestion, the mere idea that you were already hinting that you would let him impregnate you again made him more aroused than he already was.
Sylus breathed in sharply, fingers pressing deeper into your hips.
He smirked.
He drove into you, fast and unforgiving, panting hard with a pleased grin on his face as you buried your face into the mattress, fingers gripping the bedsheets tighter as you cried out his name again and again.
âAre you going to let me fuck you like this again?â he asked.
âYes, yes, yes!â
âGonna let me put another baby in you after this one?â
âYes, Sylus, yes!â
He groaned and buried himself deep inside you, his body loomed over yours, his sinfully deep voice close to your ear now. You shivered as he whispered into your ear, âDo you like being pregnant with my baby, sweetie?â
You moaned when his hand felt your large belly, rubbing it all over possessively.
âAnswer me,â he demanded.
âYesâŚâ
âYes, what?â
âYesâŚI love being pregnant with your baby!â you cried out, voice growing more desperate to his delight as you found yourself unable to stop the words from leaving your lips. âI want to have more of your babies, Sylus! Want to give you as many babies as you wantââ
You screamed into the mattress as he picked up his pace again, taking you harder than before. Your tantalizing words seemed to only have spurred him on, his crimson eyes gleaming brightly while a smug smile graced his handsome face. You gasped and moaned, whimpering to him, âOhhhâŚSylusâŚ! Gonna cumâŚahâŚgonna cum, SylusâŚ!â
He groaned as he felt your walls tightened around him. He panted, his hands rubbing your hips soothingly as he husked, his own breathing uneven as he felt he was close to finishing as well, âC-cum for me, sweetie. Cum on my cockââ
He stilled, his head thrown back with a deep groan as he felt you coming undone, your euphoric cries music to his ears. With a few more hard, deep thrusts, his own climax came, and you felt him filling you with ropes after ropes of his cum. You felt so full.
He leaned over you, his body heavy on yours. You felt his warm kisses along your neck, his divinely rich voice so close to your ear. âYou love being pregnant with my babyâŚyou want more of my babiesâŚâ
âUh huhâŚâ you answered back breathlessly with a smile.
âFuckâs sake,â he groaned at the sight of your suggestive, mischievous smile. âIâm gonna lose my fucking mind.â
He smirked and grabbed your chin, guiding your sweet lips to his. âWhen did I become so lucky?â
He pulled out with a groan, chuckling at the lewd sight of his cum dripping obscenely out of you and down your legs. He gathered you into his arms, smiling as you snuggled closer to him, tired but also immensely satisfied. You felt him laying you down in bed, settling in next to you and holding you close to his own body. Sylus watched over you as you rested next to him, his eyes fixated fondly on your sleepy face while his hand rubbed your belly soothingly to calm your restless baby in your womb.
âSheâs moving so much tonight,â he murmured, bemused.
âCan you blame her?â you answered, eyes still closed, but your hand rested over Sylusâ, guiding him to where you felt the most movements.
He chuckled. âFair point,â he conceded. He leaned down and kissed your belly, whispering sweet words to your daughter, his voice holding so much love and devotion for the baby you two made together.
You opened your eyes, smiling at the sight of him caressing your belly adoringly. You had never thought there would be a moment like this in your life, never dared to dream of a love as sweet and pure as this. You wondered if you had traded all of the good luck in your lifetime for this man and the life you were both embarking on together.
âDoâŚdo you want more?â you asked suddenly, voice tentative, almost fearful.
Sylus seemed to stop breathing for a moment.
âMoreâŚchildren,â you clarified.
He exhaled, and laughed. He settled more comfortably in bed, pulling you into his embrace, his hand already stroking your hair gently, already easing your worries. You relaxed under his tender ministration, eyes closing as you listened to his voice:
âHearing the pitter-patters of little feet in this large houseâŚwhy, that might be my new dreamâŚâ
You hummed in agreement before a yawn escaped. Sylus smiled.
âShall I tell you a story, sweetie?â
âMmhmmâŚâ
âThere once was a lonely old crow,â he began, gentle eyes gazing down at your sleepy face, âHe lived only for himselfâŚuntil he found a kittenâŚâ
âA kitten?â you mumbled drowsily; eyes still closed. You yawned again and snuggled closer to Sylus. You sighed contentedly when you felt his hand stroking your head. His presence was so warm, so protective and loving, you felt like you could sleep and dream forever in his arms.
âA kitten,â Sylus repeated, continuing, âA kittenâŚhe wanted to protectâŚand loveâŚâ
Sylus paused, hearing soft snoring. He looked down and saw that you had already fallen asleep. He stroked your hair, wrapping strands around his finger.
âTheyâll live happily ever after together,â he promised.
Sylus had never cared for sunlight.
He had traversed in darkness and made himself ruler of a city shrouded in never-ending darkness. He lived within the shadows and only knew of this isolating worldâof this existence.
Until he met you.
He had crossed over to your world, stepped into the light, into the warmth of the sun. Even though he still found the light unpleasant, he was willing to bear it all just to be near you. To see the joy on your face as you walked under the sun again after so long was a sight to see.
You always did make the sun more bearable, he thought, feeling your hand slipping out of his. You walked on unaware while Sylus fell behind, admiring the beauty in front of him.
Bathed in daylight, Sylus saw a blinding vision, a bright future with you in his life, by his side steadfastly. He knew he had stolen a piece of Heaven, already prepared and willing to pay the heavy price to keep what he had coveted.
âWill you be my wife?â he asked suddenly and you paused in your steps, realizing he had fallen behind. You turned and looked at him, cheeks tinged a pretty shade of pink, unsure if you had misheard him or not. âWhat did you say?â
He chuckled and shook his head in amusement at your coy look. He walked toward you slowly, but his long legs easily closed the distance between the two of you in no time. âMake an honest man out of me,â he said. Gentle crimson eyes peered down at you full of resolve and love. His hand caressed your cheek lightly, his voice soft and sultry, âBe my bride?â
âButâŚIâm pregnant,â you reminded him feebly, not noticing his confused look. You lowered your eyes to the ground, but truly all you could see was your large, round belly. It had been a while since you last saw your feet. You were all too aware of Sylusâ eyes on you, feeling your heart pounding in your chest as you replayed his earnest words in your mind. You continued meekly, âIâll look fat in a wedding gownâŚâ
He laughed. Sylus leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek. âYouâre not fat,â he said sternly, âYouâd look gorgeous even with this bellyâwhy, I might enjoy it even more.â
You huffed doubtfully. You continued to avert gazes with him, but you could still feel the warmth of where his lips were on your cheek. Your heart continued to race and you could feel the baby in your belly growing more active, possibly sensing your tumultuous emotions. You unconsciously cradled your belly, rubbing soothing circles.
Sylus noticed and he smirked, tilting his head in amusement. He tipped your chin up, his lips mere centimeters from yours. âI want everyone to know that you and this baby are mine.â
âSylusâŚâ
âSweetheart, it was always you,â he said, âThere is no one else.â
He pecked your lips, so light and fleeting, you yearned for more. Your eyes rested on Sylus, his entire being engraved into your memories, into your heart, into your soul. When you looked into his beautiful eyes, you could see forever. There was only one answer you could give him.
âHow about it?â he murmured, his deep voice was like honey to your ears, so sweet and sensual in the way he uttered just those three simple words. âMarry me?â
You smiled. âGuess this is foreverâŚâ
In mere seconds, you were enveloped in his warmth, his eyes seeing only you, only the life that was about to unfold.
âWhen did my luck change?â Sylus wondered aloud, stealing kisses after kisses from you.
When indeedâŚ
The pieces of your lives fell into place, this picture of paradise becoming clearer with each passing moment. It was yours to keep, yours to hold.
How divine.
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Dazed and Amused- TADC fic- Teaser
It was a typical day in the Digital Circus.
Everyone had just gotten finished unclogging the pipe maze of an infestation of surprisingly aggressive gummy worms. A fantastic adventure that was clearly just Caine giving them busy work that he didnât want to do himself.
âExcellent job in snaking those drains! And in record time too! You should allll be proud of yourselves. Look at Bubble, heâs thrilled! Heâs so happy! Heâs⌠Bubble, goodness me, STOP. Whatever youâre doing, please!"
Bubble turned to face a cringing Caine with a mouth overflowing in half-chewed gummy worms. Them slowly sliding out of his mouth as he replied.
âSowwy boss.â
âAhem, in any caseâŚâ Caine turned back to the others with a little spin of his cane. âI think you all deserve a just reward and a day out, soooo⌠Weâre going to the DIGITAL CARNIVAL!â
There were some mixed reactions amongst the group, but one was very vocal.
âReally?! Hurray!â Gangle cheered, clapping her ribbons. Her comedy mask still stuck firmly to her face. It was a wonder with how lost she had gotten during their excursion.
As a matter of fact, it was the longest Gangle had gone in a while without breaking that mask. So, instead of her typically sulking self, she was overflowing with excitement, bouncing in place.
And it was all because Jax too had gotten lost in that stupid maze. He gave the masked tangle of ribbons a slightly irritated look.
âUgh,â he groaned in exaggeration.
He made a show of it but, much to his continued displeasure, Gangle took absolutely no notice of it. Someone else did though, the ragdoll standing directly to his right who quickly chimed in.
âWell, youâre the one whoâs always claiming that everyoneâs too gloomy. You should be happy sheâs happy,â Ragatha whispered to him.
âI said she was being a drag. I didnât say I wanted her to become annoying,â Jax clarified.
Ragatha rolled her eyes from him to Pomni. Giving her a âare you hearing this?â sort of look.
Pomni looked back with a visibly uneasy look replacing her tired one from a few moments ago. That was right, Ragatha realized. Pomni hadnât gotten a chance to go to the Digital Carnival, and she could only be wary at Caineâs enthusiasm.
âDonât worry, Pomni. This is going to be fun! The Digital Carnival is great, really,â Ragatha assured.
Before Pomni could even reply, Caine literally inserted himself into the conversation by popping up in between them. It made Pomni jump and even Ragatha took a partial step back in surprise.
âAnd now it is even better!â he proclaimed. âI have updated it with more rides, more attractions, more prizes, and plenty more bug fixes!â
âBugs?â Kinger snapped his head over with a confused blink.
âOh yes! The, erm, minor issues from last time are a thing of the past! For example, the roller coaster- the cars no longer fly off the track!â
âAww, but Caine, that was the best part! Coming down at breakneck speeds and then fl-ying off at the turn and breaking our necks,â Jax mockingly complained.
âIâm sorry, Jax. I know you like the thrills, but safety is this parkâs number one concern!â Caine insisted, Jaxâs shtick flying right over his head. Caine then leaned in and whispered behind his hand- loudly, mind you- âWe also have a tunnel of looove~.â He winked. Â
âOh thatâsâŚâ Ragatha said back with an awkward smile. She stole a look to Jax and saw the absolute look of offense and disbelief that was now on his face. She squeezed her hands together. âThatâs great.â
Jax looked at her with just straight-up disbelief now.
âIt is! Especially for any love birds tweeting about,â Caine hinted. If that wasnât obvious enough, he then nudged Pomni repeatedly until he was sure she got it too.
Ragatha only kept smiling to cover her embarrassment.
âI think youâre tweeting outta your- Wait, if weâre going⌠Shotgun!â Jax suddenly cried. He thrust an arm up in the air as his face broke into an eager smile.
Ragatha pursed her lips as she realized what she had inadvertently let happen again.
âWhy, you eager beaver you! Of course you can drive, Jax! I appreciate the initiative,â Caine complemented.
The others werenât nearly as thrilled. Gangle was making sure to hold her mask on, Kinger got a downright dazed look, and Zooble gave a loud groan.
âGod, Jax, didnât feel like giving anyone else a chance?â Zooble asked.
âNope! You snooze you lose, Picasso,â Jax said, strutting by.
âWhat just happened?â Pomni asked for clarification.
âJax is driving again,â Ragatha sighed. She rubbed her arm. âHeâs⌠a little bit of a leadfoot.â
ââŚWait, we have a car?!â
Ragatha laughed a little. âYou could call it that⌠but I wouldnât.â
ââŚThat doesnât bode well!â Pomni said with a tense smile.
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Toji in a fresh relationship with you, where he notices how uncomfortable and anxious you are when you're alone with him. You can't hold his gaze without giggling nervously and blushing like crazy, and you can't stand when you can feel him watching you. It doesn't bother him. He usually meets your little giggle fits with a "what're you giggling about now? Huh?" a smirk on his face as he watches you try to compose yourself.
You noticed through your peripheral vision that Toji is looking at you. Your heart starts beating faster and faster, but you try to focus on the movie, anyway. Toji knows you caught on to him watching you, though. He saw your quick little side eye towards him before going back to the movie.
"Loosen up," his deep voice interrupts your "focused" bearing. "Why're you so nervous?" His hand settles on your knee, his thumb slowly stroking the area. It was meant to soothe your nerves, but really it just made your stomach errupt with butterflies.
"I'm okay," you say, your mouth incredibly dry. You turn your head as he scoots closer to you on the couch. "'M I okay to sit here?" He asks, watching the way you pull your hand away from between you and him, into your lap. His hand returns on you, this time on your thigh.
"You're shaking," he points out with a knowing smile on his face.
You have to think for a second before responding. Your ears were buzzing, your heart would not settle, you were truly in a daze whenever Toji was around.
"Just a little cold," you lie. "I'm fine, though." You return the soft smile, turning your focus back to the movie.
"Then, come here. What are you sitting so far from me for?" He puts an arm over your shoulders, pulling you tight against him.
Your body goes rigid in his hold. He's like a furnace, and the heat emmanating from his body was enough to make you feel like you were overheating. His scent was wet dream fuelâintoxicating and addicting. It was strong enough for you to start manifesting his appearance in your dreams, with the most lewd and unholy intentions.
His fingers stroked your arm, eliciting goosebumps on your forearms and your thighs. He can tell your attention isn't on the movie anymore. Your leg is bouncing, your knee occasionally knocking against his.
"What are you so nervous about, sweetheart? C'mon, talk to me." You can hear the amusement in Toji's tone. He pauses the movie, demanding your attention, but you don't even know where to start. There are so many things and yet you can't get a single one of them out.
"You don't like hanging out alone with me?"
"I do," you answer, instantly, trying to avoid hurting his feelings. You clasp your hands together in an attempt to relax.
"Then what's the problem, pretty?" He watches as you sit quietly, looking down at your lap. "Look at me." Your eyes slowly meet his, the eye contact giving you the illusion of being swallowed whole. "What is it?"
Your hands unclasp and your fingers start fidgeting with one another. "You're very attractive..." you mumble, basically inaudible to Toji.
"One more time for me, doll," he says, asking you to repeat yourself. He leans in to listen closely.
"You're... very attractive," you hesitantly repeat, this time with enough volume for Toji to hear you.
He's trying so hard not to laugh at how embarrassed you look at your admission, but it's not possible when you look so ashamed for saying it out loud.
"You're attracted to me, so you shrink?" He asks, the wide smile left behind from his laughter not diminishing.
You nod, your hands coming up to your face to cool down your burning cheeks. Toji finds the glossiness in your eyes adorable.
"So, I'm the one scaring you?"
"No...? I don't know..." You look away from Toji.
"You don't know." Toji chuckles. He knows it's him, but he won't let up because he's having a damn good time making you coil in on yourself. "Let me tell you something, doll face." He turns his whole body towards you, his leg bent on the couch. The movement causes you to lean back, adding space between you and him. His eyes flit between your eyes and your lips. "You are stunning. There's way too much to appreciate on that little mug of yours." He grins at the blush on your cheeks. "There's no need to be so shy around me. I'm not gonna eat you." He leans in again, taking up the whole space you made between you and him. "At least not yet."
Your heart dropped to your guts. You weren't sure you'd make it through the night without having a heart attack.
"You wanna kiss me, don't you?" His eyes center on yours, and you giggle, a valid response to his question. He smirks knowing the meaning behind your reaction. "I have eyes, babe. There's really no use denying it."
The closer he moves towards you, the more you feel like screaming. You know a good scream would relieve a whole lot of tension for you, but what would that look like to Toji?
"I-I do..."
"Come closer, then. Why are you leaning away?" He lets out a deep chuckle. "I'll lead if you want."
"Fine," you surrender.
Toji sighs, contentedly. "Just don't move. I'm serious, pretty girl. You move, and i'll bring the cuffs out."
You crack a grin, one that evolves into a laugh after a few seconds.
"Kidding, ma. Just wanted to make you laugh." He grins.
You don't even notice how close he's sitting until you stop laughing. You stare at each other in silence, his eyes flitting between your eyes and your lips again.
"Just relax and-"
You lean in this time, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks. It's like a zap of electricity to your entire body when you feel his lips against yours. They're warm, and surprisingly soft. He doesn't shove his tongue into your mouth, which you're grateful for. That's for later on. You just couldn't wait any longer. Waiting was making you even more anxious, so you dived into the moment.
"Oh, sweetheart," he almost groans. "You'll drive me insane if you keep up the shy girl act," he mutters against your lips. "I know you want me like I want you, so quit making me beg." He moved closer towards you, knowing you'd back away, eventually meeting a dead end with your back against the couch armrest. Your eyes told him everything he needed to know. You were lusting over him and you wanted him to get you.
You looked up at him with starry eyes, your cunt throbbing at the way he watched you closely. You watched as he quickly invaded your personal space, his body wedged between your legs, making them spread wider to accomodate his size difference.
"What are you so scared of? Don't you want me?" His hands fiddled with the hem of your shirt. His knuckles grazed your lower abdomen a couple times, making your heart race.
"I-I do, Toji." Your focus went to his crotch rubbing up against you as he leaned in.
"Yeah, you do?" He purred beneath your ear, allowing his lips to meet the sensitive skin of your neck after.
"Fuck," you whimper. "I do."
"You wet for me?" He asks, moving his lower body enough to make you believe he's just balancing himself, but still giving you the friction that's making you lose your composure.
"Mhm," you hum, breathing erratically as he kisses up the column of your neck, towards your chin.
"Can I check?" He murmurs, nipping at your jawline. You shut your eyes, your teeth nibbling on your bottom lip as another blissed out "mhm" leaves you.
His hand slides down your waist, moving towards the center of your stomach where he continues sliding down until his fingers go under your pants' waistband. He feels the elastic band of your underwear, his fingers maneuvering beneath it as well. You gasp when you feel his fingers dip lower until he's tracing your slippery folds. His dick twitches at the amount of arousal drooling out of you.
"You're bad, mama." He sighs, listening to your little breaths as he teases you. How long had you been turned on to be this wet? "Were you gonna keep this from me had I not been so persistent?" His middle and index fingers glide up and down your slit.
You let out a moan when he started rubbing your clit, his rough pads giving you more friction than anything you've ever felt.
"Answer me." His dark, green eyes bore into your closed ones. "Were you gonna get yourself off once I left?"
"Y-Yes! Yes, Toji," you cried out, writhing beneath him. "Didn't wanna tell you. It's embarrassing," you whine.
He chuckles. "That why you were on edge earlier? 'Cause you were on the edge of cumming, untouched?"
You nod, rolling your eyes open to meet his gaze. Your lust-filled gaze made chills run up his spine, the sight borderline sinful. He cups your jaw with his free hand, his grip tight as he stares into your constellation eyes. "Look at me like that again and i'll fuck you 'til you can't see straight. You hear me?" He was fighting the urge to bust his load into his jeans. It was already hard enough having to watch you as you fell apart on his fingers, but now you were giving him "fuck me" eyes, and it got ten times harder.
His threat only brought your orgasm closer. He had never spoken to you that way before. It had your stomach filling to the brim with butterflies, but you responded with a moaned "uh-huh", anyway.
"T-Toji, I'm gonna cum. More, please," you whimpered.
"Aren't you a sensitive little thing? Didn't even have to finger you to make you cum."
"Oh, fuck-" you cry out, cut off by Toji's hand.
"Shh... I know, I know, sweet girl," he coos, his fingers teasing you down at your entrance. "Gonna cum? Make a pretty mess on my fingers, hm?" He mumbles, his lips returning to your neck.
You hum, sultrily. Your arms are stretched above your head, your nails digging into the armrest of the couch. You arch your back off the cushions, loud gasps released into the air when Toji releases his hold on your mouth. You slowly roll your hips into Toji's hand, chasing the friction against your cunt.
"Fuck, baby. You feeling yourself?" His cock is throbbing at the sight of you looking so careless. Your face is aimed up, your lips parted as you release all the sounds of pleasure that you're capable of. His fingers go back up to your clit, the pad of his middle finger rubbing rapidly at the nub. It was driving you insane, how close you were to cumming on his fingers. Your stomach caved with every breath you inhaled and your whole body trembled as you treaded over the edge of your devastingly powerful orgasm.
Toji watched as you writhed beneath him, his lidded eyes taking in your contorted features as you cried out in overwhelming pleasure. He leaned in to kiss up your neck again, really just wanting to be closer to the source of the sounds filling the room. "So fuckin' pretty," he trilled into your jaw. Your soft little grunts reached his ears, turning to whines as you tried to wriggle away from the stimulation. He didn't miss the way your thighs clamped around his torso, signaling that his touch was getting to be too much. "Alright, alright. Had enough?"
You nod, a huff leaving you as he slowly takes his hand out of your underwear.
You sigh after catching your breath, feeling enlightened and satisfied. You giggle when you see Toji's staring at you. "What?"
"It's gonna be my mouth next time." His hands are on your hips, massaging deep circles into the material of your pants. "M gonna taste you on my tongue, and I want all that wetness on my lips and your cum all over my face, instead of my fingers."
"You're so vulgar, Toji," you say, with a smile on your face. You're unaware of how big the hearts in your eyes are when you look at this man.
He sighs as he lays down on you, his body weighing you down. He looks up at you, his chin resting on your chest. "How can you expect any different when you look like hell's favorite sinner when you cum?" He exhales through his nose, thinking of the look on your face as unraveled beneath him. It's now engraved in his mind. His dick could become a huge problem if he thinks about it for too long. "For real, doll, I wanna see that again but with my face between your legs."
You giggle to yourself, wishing the comment didn't have you blushing like you were. Your whole body was heating up.
"You're not gonna run when I get close to you next time, right? Gonna be a good girl for me?" He smirks at the twitch of your thighs around him.
"No, i'll be good. I promise."
"That's right, baby. I'll be looking forward to it," he says before burying his face into your breasts.
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Fem!Reader Simon finds out about your obsession with his hands
"what are you doing, love?" he asks, his voice laced in an amused tone as you trace your fingers along the various bulging veins that run across his hand and travel all the way up his muscular arm.
you place a soft kiss on the back of his palm, then a second one on his wrist, moving higher, planting open-mouthed kisses on the scars adorning his skin, your lips lingering on each one, your warm breath fanning against his skin.
and he shivers at your touch, your tenderness towards him... even after all this time, feeling the love and adoration that immerses your tender heart bleed through your lips onto his skin, the love that burns so brightly, seething more and more every day.
and he cherishes every bit of it, absorbing all your love and warmth that you show him in your own unique way, collecting every single piece and keeping it safe deep within his heart which he now feels flutter and melt at your tender touch.
"they're beautiful, si... your hands, all of you... so beautiful..." you whisper over his skin, the vibration sending shivers down his spine. and he closes his eyes, a quiet sigh escaping his lips as he savors the moment.
you kiss his shoulder and tilt your head to capture his lips in a sweet, yet flaming kiss, your kiss setting his heart and soul on fire, the roaring flames engulfing him as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you impossibly closer.
your body goes limp and you nearly melt in his arms, his embrace strong and firm, yet so gentle and comforting, so warm, electrifying as if he's touching you for the very first time.
you softly moan into his mouth as your lips dance so smoothly against one another and you wrap your arms around his neck and swaddle his waist as you settle on his lap.
"touch me please, si." you whine breathily against his lips, craving his touch so fiercely. he smiles into the kiss and his hands begin to roam across your back, leaving a trail of flames in their wake.
his hands travel to your front, softly caressing your beautiful skin and moving higher to your breasts. he cups them in his large hands, rough and calloused skin massaging the soft flesh, making you mewl and whimper as he slightly squeezes your boobs.
his fingers flick your perky nipples, causing a surge of thrill and arousal to run through your core. "fuck! i love it when you touch me like this!" you murmur with a content dazed smile, lost in a blissful fog as his rough hands stroke your body so good it makes you almost drool with delight. he only smirks and goes on kissing and touching you just how you like it.
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MY LITTLE VIRGIN ďź â
GOJO SATORU , your used to be upperclassmen who happened to be your friends-with-benefits teaching you how to kiss, also the one who took your virginity.
warning. highschool! gojo satoru ( early twenty and you are nineteen ), virginity lost, fingering, raw/unprotected sex.
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âhehe... it's amusing how you're still clueless about kissing,â gojo remarked, seated on your bed. his fingers traced along your neck, gently moving up to your chin. in your friends-with-benefits dynamic, you'd sought gojo's guidance on kissing, a proposition he willingly accepted.
âprepare for the best kiss of your life,â gojo chuckled, leaning in closer to your face. lifting your chin, he gazed at your lips with a playful glint in his eyes. blushing profusely under gojo's intense gaze, you nervously lick your lips. âi'm ready, satoru. . .â your voice wavers slightly as you try to maintain eye contact with him.
gojo smirks at your nervousness, finding it endearing. he leans in, closing the distance between your faces until his breath caresses your skin. gojo's smirk widens as he notices your blush deepening. his thumb gently brushes against your lower lip, parting them slightly. ânervous? there's no need to be. just relax and let me guide you...â
with those words, gojo closes the remaining gap between you. his lips meet yours in a tender yet passionate kiss. his free hand moves to cup your cheek, tilting your head for better access as he deepens the kiss.
after a moment, he pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips, âlike this... follow my lead and let instinct take over.â feeling overwhelmed but also strangely exhilarated by gojo's expert touch, you nod, trying to follow his instructions. your hands tentatively reach up to rest on his shoulders, holding onto him for support as he continues to guide you through the kiss.
as he pulls away again, you can't help but whimper softly in protest. but then you see that teasing smile on his lips and realize there's more to come. his blue eyes twinkling with mischief, gojo chuckles softly at your reaction. âoh? did you want more already?â
without waiting for an answer, he captures your lips once again in another searing kiss. this time though, he adds a new elementâ his tongue slips past your parted lips seeking entrance into your mouth. the sensation is overwhelming and intoxicating all at once. you find yourself responding eagerly, mimicking gojoâs movements as if driven by some primal urge.
pulling back after what seems like eternity but was probably mere seconds, gojo gazes down at you with satisfaction. âsee? that wasnât so bad now was it?â but before giving you time to respond, he leans in once more for another tantalizing kiss.
moaning softly into the kiss, you wrap your arms around gojo's neck, pulling him closer. your body feels electrified from the intimate contact, and you can't get enough of his taste, his scent, the way he makes you feel.
when he finally breaks the kiss again, you're left panting and dazed, struggling to regain your composure. âth-that was... s-satoru,â you manage to stammer out, your cheeks flushed a deep crimson. looking up at gojo with hooded eyes, you bite your lip and murmur, âmore please... teach me everything...â
a low chuckle rumbles from within gojo's chest as he takes note of your flushed cheeks and heavy breathing. âmmm... you're quite the eager student aren't you?â he leans down to capture your lips once more in a long, slow kiss that leaves both of you breathless when it ends. pulling back slightly, gojo looks into your eyes with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.
âiâll teach you everything... but remember, practice makes perfect. so let's keep practicing until we've perfected this art form together.â and without waiting for another word from you, he dives back into another passionate kissâ this time taking things even further than before.
lost in the whirlwind of sensations, you forget all about being shy or inexperienced. all that matters right now is gojo and the way he makes your entire body tingle.
your hands roam freely across his back, feeling every muscle beneath his shirt. you press yourself closer to him, wanting nothing more than to lose yourself completely in this kiss. every flicker of gojo's tongue against yours sends sparks shooting throughout your body. each brush against your sensitive lips draws moans from deep within your throat.
breaking away from the kiss momentarily, you gasp for air while looking up at gojo with lust-filled eyes. âmore... please don't stop...â gojo grins wolfishly at your plea, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you, âas you wish...â
he trails hot kisses along your jawline and down the column of your throat, occasionally nipping lightly at the sensitive skin. one of his hands slides underneath your shirt, skimming over your stomach and ribcage before cupping your breast.
at the same time, his knee nudges your legs apart as he settles himself between them. the pressure of his hips against yours sends jolts of pleasure through your core. returning to your lips, gojo kisses you deeply, passionately, pouring all of his desire into the embrace. when he finally pulls away, you're both panting heavily.
âhow do you feel now? ready for round two?â
your mind is foggy with lust, unable to process coherent thoughts beyond the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. all you know is that you crave more of gojo's touch, more of his kisses, more of everything he's doing to you.
arching into his touch, you press your breast harder against his palm, silently begging for more stimulation. your hips buck involuntarily, seeking friction against the hard length of gojo's thigh. when he asks if you're ready for round two, you can only nod frantically, too lost in the haze of pleasure to form words. your lips seek his out once more, demanding another scorching kiss.
this time, as your tongues dance, you start to explore gojo's mouth with yours, learning the contours and depths of him. a satisfied growl escapes gojo as he feels your breasts pressing into his hand and your hips grinding against him. he loves seeing how responsive you are to his touches, how eager you are for more.
sliding one finger down from your breast, he teases along the waistband of your pants before dipping beneath the fabric. his digit traces lazy circles against your heated flesh, drawing soft whimpers from deep within your throat.
breaking off from the kiss, gojo looks down at you with a burning desire in his eyes. âlet's make sure this second round is even better than the first...â with those words, he plunges two fingers inside you, curling them upwards to stroke that sweet spot hidden within. at the same time, his thumb finds its way to your clit and begins circling slowly around it.
âfeel good?â
a loud moan tears itself from your throat as gojo's fingers delve deeper, hitting spots inside you that you didn't even know existed. your back arches off the bed, pushing your chest towards him. his thumb on your clit is pure tortureâ each circle sending waves of pleasure radiating outward. it feels incredible, too much and not nearly enough all at once.
your nails dig into gojo's back, leaving red marks where they claw at his skin. ââtoru. . .â you gasp out between moans, âfeels so good...â your hips move instinctively against his hand, chasing after that elusive climax that seems tantalizingly close but always just out of reach.
gojo's eyes darken with lust as he watches you writhe beneath him, your face contorted in pleasure. he loves seeing you like thisâ completely uninhibited and at his mercy. âthat's it baby, let go. give in to the pleasure...â
he increases the speed of his fingers, pumping them in and out of you at a rapid pace. his thumb presses down firmly on your clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. gojo leans down to capture one of your nipples between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to mix pain with pleasure. his other hand grips your hip tightly, holding you in place as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.
âcome for me. i want to feel you fall apart on my fingers.â
the combination of gojo's relentless fingering and relentless thumbing sends shockwaves of ecstasy crashing through your body. every thrust of his fingers, every circle of his thumb pushes you higher and higher until there's no turning back. a strangled cry rips from your throat as you finally tip over the edge. your walls clench around gojo's fingers in rhythmic spasms, pulsating with each wave of orgasmic bliss that washes over you.
your entire world narrows down to the feeling of gojo's fingers inside you and his thumb working magic on your clit. the pleasure is so intense, so overpowering that it threatens to consume you whole. as the last tremors subside, you collapse back onto the bedâ spent yet utterly satisfied.
gojo continues to pump his fingers slowly inside you as you come down from your high, milking every last drop of your release. once your spasms have ceased, he withdraws his fingers with a satisfied smirk.
âlook at you, coming undone so beautifully for me. you took your lesson well, i must say.â
he brings his fingers to his lips, sucking your essence off them with a low hum of appreciation. âdelicious. . .â leaning over you, gojo captures your lips in a deep, sensual kiss, letting you taste yourself on him. after a moment, he pulls back with a mischievous glint in his eye, âbut we're far from done, sweetheart. there are still plenty more lessons to be learned... and i'm just getting started.â
even though you're still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm, a fresh wave of arousal surges through you at gojo's words. the thought of what else he might teach you sends tingles racing down your spine.
you manage to push myself up onto your elbows, your heavy-lidded gaze locked onto gojo's handsome face. âshow me, teach me everything...â without waiting for him to respond, you reach down and unbutton your pants with shaky hands. the cool air hits my overheated skin as you peel off your clothes piece by piece, exposing more and more of yourself to gojoâs hungry eyes.
your heart pounds wildly in your chest as you lay bare before himâ vulnerable yet filled with anticipation for whatever comes next. watching you strip off your clothes, gojo's cock twitches eagerly against his own trousers. he lets out a low chuckle, admiring the sight of your flushed skin and swollen breasts.
âi love seeing you like thisâ open and willing. it's incredibly arousing...â he moves closer, his blue eyes darkening with lust as he takes in every inch of exposed flesh. reaching out, he runs a single finger down the center line of your body from collarbone to belly button, savoring the sensation of your smooth skin under his touch.
ânow, let's see how well you can please someone.â
with that said, gojo starts unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. his throbbing member springs freeâ long and thickâ standing proudly erect against his lower abdomen.
âare you ready to take me on?â
your breath hitches in your throat as you watch gojo undo his belt and unzip his trousers. the sight of his erect member makes your pussy clench in longing. in response to his question, you nod vigorously, unable to form words due to the intense desire clouding your senses.
you reach out tentatively towards him, wanting nothing more than to wrap your fingers around his shaft and guide it towards your needy entrance. but instead of taking control, you wait patiently for him to initiate contact again.
as you lie there before himâ naked and wantingâ anticipation builds within you like never before, finally realizing that gojo is going to be the one who took your virginity. gojo smirks at your eagerness, enjoying the way you stare hungrily at his manhood. he steps out of his trousers and kicks them aside, revealing himself fully to you.
âthere's no need to rush... we've got all night.â
he positions himself between your spread legs, leaning down to tease the head of his cock against your slick folds. the tip rubs gently against your clit, spreading your wetness across both areas. looking up into your eyes, gojo gives you a wicked grin, ârelax and enjoy the ride...â
slowly, he begins pushing into youâ stretching your tight walls deliciously wide around him. each inch that enters fills you up more completely than anything ever has before.
âfeels fucking amazing doesnât it?â
âfuck!â you cried in pain the moment he's bottomed out inside you. your nails digging into his biceps and eyes tightly shut from the pain of your virginity being taken with his massive cock.
at your sharp intake of breath and pained cry, gojo pauses for a moment, giving you time to adjust to the sudden fullness. he brushes a strand of hair away from your face, offering reassurance despite the fierce grip of your nails on his arms.
âshh, it's okay... just breathe. you're doing great.â
once you seem more comfortable, he carefully starts to rock his hips, withdrawing slightly before pressing back in at a slower, more controlled pace. the movement helps ease the initial discomfort, gradually building the pleasurable friction between your joined bodies.
âsee? this isn't so bad, is it? in fact, it feels pretty damn good already...â as gojo starts moving, the initial pain begins to fade, replaced by an unfamiliar but not unpleasant sensation. it's almost like your body is remembering how to accommodate something so large inside you.
you manage a weak nod, still struggling to catch your breath, ây-yeah... it's okay now. . .â emboldened by the gentle rhythm, you start to move your hips in sync with gojo's, meeting him thrust for thrust. a soft moan escapes your lips as the pressure builds anew, this time centered on the sweet spot deep within you that he seems to hit perfectly with every stroke.
mindlessly, you tangle your fingers in his white hair, pulling him down for a desperate, clinging kiss as if trying to merge your very souls together through the intimate act. gojo grins against your lips, pleased by your growing responsiveness. he deepens the kiss further, tasting your sweetness while continuing his steady thrusts.
âthat's right... let go and feel everything...â
he breaks away from the kiss only to trail hot kisses down along your jawline and neck. with each downward stroke of his tongue against sensitive skin, he matches it with another slow plunge into your welcoming depths.
feeling your inner muscles clenching around him drives gojo wild; he can tell that despite being a novice at sex, you were born for this kind of pleasure. the combination of gojo's relentless thrusts and teasing kisses sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. your mind becomes a blur of sensationsâ the feeling of him filling you completely, the sound of his low growls echoing in your ears, even the scent that surrounds you is intoxicating.
a loud gasp tears itself from your throat as he finds that perfect spot again and again, causing sparks to fly behind your closed eyelids, âoh god! âtoru. . .â
your entire focus narrows down to the point where they connectâ it's overwhelming but also addictive. you find yourself arching up into him instinctively, urging him deeper.
âplease don't stop. . .â
hearing you beg for more spurs gojo on, his movements becoming more urgent and powerful. he grips your hips firmly, using the leverage to piston into you at a frenzied pace.
âfuck, you feel incredible, so tight and wet for me.â his harsh breathing mingles with yours as he chases his impending climax, driven mad by the exquisite sensation of your velvety walls gripping his cock. âgonna fill you up so g-good, baby, mark you as mine...â
gojo's thrusts grow erratic as he nears the edge, his balls drawing up tight against his body. with a final, brutal shove, he buries himself to the hilt inside you and holds still, roaring out his release as hot jets of cum flood your insides.
your whole body trembles violently beneath gojo as his seed floods your womb. the intense heat and pressure trigger an explosive orgasm in you, sending shockwaves of pure bliss radiating outward from your core.
your inner walls clench and flutter around his pulsing length, milking him for all he's worth. a strangled scream rips from your throat as wave after wave crashes over you, leaving you drenched in sweat and utterly spent.
âoh fuck! s-ah!atoru!â
as reality slowly comes back into focus, you realize just how deeply connected you two are at this momentâ physically, emotionally and spiritually. there's no turning back now; you've been claimed by him in every possible way.
collapsing onto you, gojo lets out a satisfied sigh as he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm. he plants tender kisses along your collarbone and chest, marking you as his own in ways beyond mere physical possession.
âthat was... incredible.â
still buried deep within you, he slowly starts to withdraw from your clenching walls, allowing them to stretch and contract around his softening member. each pull sends another jolt of pleasure through your system, prolonging the high.
âfeel better now?â
despite having just given you the most intense experience of your life, gojo looks at you with genuine concern and affection. after he collapses onto you, his heavy weight provides a comforting warmth against your cooling skin. his chest rises and falls rapidly against your breasts, matching the frantic beating of your heart.
despite the exhaustion seeping into every fiber of your being, thereâs an undeniable satisfaction that settles deep within you. you run your fingers lazily through his disheveled hair, feeling proud yet vulnerable at having given yourself so completely to him.
âthat was... incredible,â you murmur softly, give him a tired smile, looking up into those captivating blue eyes filled with raw desire and affection.
with a contented sigh, gojo leans down to capture your lips in a tender, lingering kiss. his tongue sweeps against yours softly, savoring the taste of you mixed with the musk of their combined arousal.
âmmm, i knew you'd be amazing...â
he pulls back slightly to gaze into your eyes, his expression a mix of pride, adoration, and possessiveness, âyou're mine now, in every sense of the word. never forget that.â gojo rolls off of you and gathers you close, cradling your body against his as he strokes your hair soothingly, ârest now, my little virgin. we've got a lifetime of pleasure ahead of us.â
nestled securely in gojo's embrace, you let out a happy sigh, feeling safe and cherished in his strong arms. your eyelids grow heavy as the aftermath of your intense lovemaking washes over you, lulling you into a peaceful slumber.
in your dreams, you see flashes of the futureâ moments stolen from time, memories made with gojo, and a love that transcends the boundaries of life and death. when you awaken, you know without a doubt that you belong to him, and he to you, forevermore.
as you drift off to sleep nestled against him, gojo watches over you protectively. he runs his hand gently across your back, marveling at how different things could have turned out had he not intervened earlier today.
but fate brought you here, together. and though he may be many thingsâ powerful mage, leader of jujutsu high schoolâ nothing compares to how much he cares for this fragile human girl now lying trustingly beside him.
he smiles softly as he listens to your quiet breathing, knowing that whatever challenges await them both, they will face them side by side. for better or worse, you are his now.
âsleep well, my love.â
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izuku didnât know what to think when he saw you step towards him in that pretty sundress. it was your third date, and he just couldnât get enough of you.
you gave him that sweet smile he always dreamed about and asked, âare you ready to go?â
poor izuku. it took him a few seconds for his brain to process that you were a real person standing in front of him, not some goddess he could only admire from afar.
you tilted your head in amused confusion. âizuku?â
he cleared his throat, shaking his head to snap out of it. âhiâyes. uhm, what?â he managed, giving you an adorable, yet embarrassed smile. you bit your lower lip to keep from giggling at how cute he looked.
âi asked if youâre ready to go?â you repeated gently. he nodded, still a bit dazed, his gaze lingering on the way the dress hugged your figure. âyouâreâŚâ
you hummed, waiting patiently for him to finish. âyouâre soâŚâ he swallowed, his voice barely above a whisper. âare you real?â
you snorted and quickly covered your mouth to muffle your giggles. âizuku!â a few laughs escaped despite your efforts.
the green-haired boy straightened up, realizing what heâd just blurted out. âs-sorry! i didnât meanâI wasnâtâSORRY!â he rambled, flailing his arms wildly, his face turning a shade of red that could rival a ripe strawberry.
you smiled and leaned in to peck him on the cheek. âdid that answer your question?â you asked, gently pushing a couple of strands of his hair aside. âyou did feel me kiss you, right?â you teased.
in a rare moment of boldness, izuku stammered, âi didnât⌠c-could you do it again?â he glanced away, still blushing furiously.
your smile brightened, and you leaned in again, this time pressing your lips to his in a soft, lingering kiss. when you pulled away, you could see the shock on his face, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. âiâuhm. huhâwhat.â
you giggled hysterically and tugged him along. âcome on, izuku. letâs go, i donât want to miss our date now.â
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a winners celebration - LANDO NORRIS
pairing : lando norris x best friend!reader
summary : win celebrations look a little different for lando norris this time around
warnings/notes : swearing, drinking, smut, unprotected sex (please use a condom!), overstimulation, fingering, hair pulling, oral (both!receiving), praise kink, use of "baby" and "good girl", pussydrunk!lando lowkey, 69, dacryphilia
word count : 5.3k
a/n : i miss race weekends | there's a lot more plot to this compared to the previous days
main masterlist | kinktober masterlist
September 22, 2024 - 10:36 PM
Lando was riding a high of adrenaline and joy as the checkered flag waved at the finish line, signaling his victory at the Singapore Grand Prix. His team swarmed around him, celebrating and congratulating him for the hard-earned win, but it was the person waiting in the pit stands that caught his eye.
Y/n stood there, smiling and waving, watching Lando's success. He couldn't help but grin wider, seeing his best friend's proud expression. He knew that she had been there cheering him on, supporting him every step of the way.
Lando quickly shook off the other team members, making his way over to where Y/n stood. He walked with a slight swagger, still riding the high of the race win. Once he reached his friend, he flashed a cocky smirk, before enveloping her in a tight hug.
"Told you I'd win." He murmured jokingly, pulling back to look Y/n in the eye.
Y/n laughed, returning the hug and rolling their eyes. "Yeah, yeah. You're so full of yourself." She teased playfully, punching him lightly in the arm.
Lando just chuckled, shrugging. "Hey, can you blame me? I just won the damn race. I feel like I could take on the world right now."
She chuckled at his boastful statement, shaking her head in amusement. "More like your ego could take on the world. Careful, your head might not fit through the doors anymore if it gets any bigger."
He gasped in mock offense. "Hey, my head is the perfect size, thank you very much." Lando protested jokingly, running a hand through his hair. "Besides, you love my ego and you know it."
Y/n rolled her eyes again, but couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, yeah. Your ego is just so charming, how could I resist." She replied sarcastically, pretending to swoon.
Lando looked at Y/n apologetically. "I hate to cut this short, but I gotta go give some interviews and stuff. But I'll meet you in the hotel lobby in a bit, and we'll go out and celebrate. Sound good?"
She nodded, understanding. "Yeah, no worries. Go do your press stuff." Y/n said with a smile. "I'll see you in a bit in the lobby."
Lando nodded, already turning to walk away when he suddenly stopped and turned back, a mischievous grin on his face. He leaned in, placing a quick kiss on Y/n's cheek before realizing what he'd just done.
He froze, realizing how he may have crossed a line. He quickly blurted out a "thank you" and turned away, heading off to do his interviews while leaving Y/n shocked and confused by the unexpected display of affection.
Y/n was left standing there, feeling her cheek where Lando had kissed her before walking away. They were both shocked and confused by his actions, unsure of what to make of it.
Y/n took a moment to compose herself, shaking her head to snap out of the daze and heading back to the hotel. As she walked, she couldn't stop thinking about the kiss on the cheek. Did it mean something, or was it just a spontaneous act in the heat of the moment? Y/n wasn't sure, but the thought of it made her chest flutter.
September 22, 2024 - 11:43 PM
An hour or so later, Y/n was waiting in the hotel lobby, just as they had agreed upon. She was sitting on a plush couch in the lobby, scrolling through her phone, when suddenly, they heard a familiar voice say, "Hey, there you are."
Y/n looked up from her phone to see Lando strolling toward her, looking more casual now that he wasn't in his race suit. He was wearing a simple shirt and jeans, his hair tousled and messy from the helmet. He gave her a charming grin as he approached.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. The interviews took longer than I thought they would." He said, sitting down next to Y/n on the couch.
"It's all good," Y/n replied with a smile. "At least you're free now, and we can go out and celebrate."
Lando leaned back on the couch, stretching his arms above his head. "Yeah, I'm all yours now. So, what's the plan for the night?"
Y/n stood up, a mischievous gleam in her eye. "Alright, we're going out for drinks. I know a great bar nearby that has the best cocktails. Sound good?"
Lando groaned as she grabbed his wrist, pulling him up from the couch. "Hey, can a guy get a little break after winning a Grand Prix? I just sat down." He protested jokingly, feigning resistance.
Y/n just laughed, not releasing her grip on his wrist. "Nope, no breaks. We're going out to celebrate. Come on, get up." She tugged him lightly, urging him to follow her.
Lando rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. "Fine, fine. I'll come, but only because you're practically dragging me out the door." He grumbled dramatically.
She smiled as she led Lando out of the hotel, still holding onto his wrist. "And the bar is just a few minutes walk from here, so it's not far," she said, glancing at him. "Plus, some fresh air will do you good. You probably need to clear your head from all those interviews, anyway."
Lando huffed in agreement, secretly enjoying the feeling of her holding onto him. "Yeah, the interviews were exhausting. I swear, they ask the same damn questions every time. I could give all the answers in my sleep at this point."
Y/n chuckled, giving his wrist a playful tug. "Don't get yourself too worked up. We're here to have fun tonight, remember? No thinking about interviews or racing or any of that stuff."
Lando smiled, nodding in agreement. "You're right, you're right. Tonight is all about letting loose and celebrating. No work, no racing⌠just us and some good drinks."
She grinned at that, and they continued walking until they reached the bar. The place was buzzing with energy, music could be heard from inside, and the neon signs above the door flickered alluringly.
Lando gazed at the bar, seeing the lively atmosphere within. "Looks like this place is popular," he commented, looking down at Y/n. "How did you even find this place, anyway?"
Y/n looked up at Lando, a smile on her lips as she answered his question. "Oh, I came here with Alexandra for a girls' night out a few months ago. It's a pretty cool spot. Good drinks and good music."
Lando raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so you've already been here? And you didn't tell me about it until now?" He feigned indignation, giving her a playful nudge with his elbow.
Y/n shrugged her shoulders, a playful smirk on her face. "Hey, it's not my fault you were partying it up in Ibiza while I was here in Singapore. You weren't exactly available for bar hopping."
Lando chuckled at that, conceding her point. "Alright, alright, fair enough. I was having a blast in Ibiza, but I guess I missed out on some good bars here in Singapore."
Y/n gave Lando a teasing smile before guiding him into the bar. The music inside was even more vibrant, the sound of laughter and conversation filling the air. They found a spot at the bar, and Y/n gestured for Lando to sit down next to her.
Lando took a seat on the barstool next to Y/n, glancing around the place. The bar was dimly lit, with colorful lights casting a warm, inviting glow over everything. People were gathered around, chatting and enjoying their drinks, adding to the lively atmosphere.
Y/n called the bartender over and ordered a cocktail for herself. Then, she turned to Lando and asked, "What do you want to drink? Something strong, or something a bit fancier?"
He contemplated for a moment, leaning against the bar. "Hmm, I'm feeling like something classic tonight. I think I'll go with a gin and tonic."
She nodded, relaying Lando's order to the bartender. "One gin and tonic for the grand prix winner, please," Y/n said with a smile. The bartender nodded and began preparing their orders.
Lando chuckled at Y/n's remark, his ego slightly boosted. "You know, I could get used to you calling me a grand prix winner." He said, a hint of pride in his voice.
Y/n chuckled and rolled her eyes at Lando's comment. "Oh, come on. This isn't your first win, Norris. You've won two races before this one, remember?"
He glanced at Y/n, a sly smile on his lips. "Yeah, but this time it's different. You were actually here to witness my win. And I must say, it felt fucking good."
Y/n smiled mischievously, deciding to tease Lando a bit. She leaned closer to him, a playful glint in her eyes. "Oh, I see what's going on here. You have such a huge crush on me, don't you?"
Lando chuckled at her remark and responded with a hint of banter, "Hey, hey, that was high school, alright? We're adults now. We've moved on and grown past all that silly crush stuff."
Y/n chuckled as well, enjoying their playful banter. "Is that so? So you're saying you don't have a crush on me anymore?" She raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile on her face.
He rolled his eyes, trying to maintain a nonchalant expression. "Yeah, yeah, I've totally moved on. No more silly crushes here." He took a sip of his gin and tonic, clearly not fooling Y/n for a second.
She just smiled, not believing him for a moment. She knew Lando well enough to know that he was just playing tough. "Uh-huh, sure you have. And the moon is made of cheese, right? And pigs can fly."
Lando huffed in mock indignation, trying to keep up his act. "Hey, I'll have you know, I'm a sophisticated man now. I don't have crushes like some high school kid. That's all in the past."
Y/n couldn't help but laugh loudly at Lando's statement. "Oh, because those flings totally prove you're over crushes and completely sophisticated now, right?" She teased with a smirk.
He rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smile at her sarcasm. "Alright, alright, fine. Maybe I've had a few flings and whatnot, but that doesn't prove anything. That's just casual stuff, not the same as having a crush."
She grinned and rolled her eyes again, amused by Lando's attempts to deny his feelings. "Oh, c'mon, finish your drink. We're here here to celebrate and let loose. Let's go out there and dance a little, shall we?"
Lando downed the rest of his gin and tonic with a smirk. "Alright, alright, you've convinced me. Let's go dance." He stood up from his barstool, offering a hand to Y/n.
Y/n took his hand with a smile and hopped off her own barstool, following Lando toward the dance floor of the bar. The music was pumping, the lights were flashing, and a group of people were already dancing on the floor.
He led her into the midst of the dance floor, finding a spot for them to dance. As the music played, they both started swaying and moving to the beat. With each step and move, their bodies would occasionally brush against each other, sending sparks of electricity through them.
She could feel her pulse quickening as she danced with Lando. Their bodies moved in sync with the music, each step bringing them closer together. The atmosphere was electrifying with Lando so close, the heat between them undeniable
Lando's fingers gently traced small circles on her hip, the touch sending shivers down her spine. The music and the people around them seemed to fade into the background as they swayed together, their eyes locked onto each other.
He couldn't resist pulling her even closer, their bodies now pressed against each other. Lando's arm wrapped around her waist, holding her in place as they continued to move to the music. Her scent, the way she felt against him, it was driving him wild.
Lando's lips, hot and needy, began to trail kisses down her neck, his grip on her waist tightening slightly. Everywhere his lips touched sent a rush of heat through her body, a small gasp escaping her lips.
His tongue darted out, tracing a path along her sensitive skin, his lips alternating between soft kisses and lingering nibbles. The sensation was maddening, her mind clouding with desire as he continued his exploration of her neck.
A soft moan escaped Y/n's lips as Lando continued his assault on her neck. Her hands clutched at the fabric of his shirt, her body arching against his. "L-Lando," she gasped softly, her voice filled with a mixture of need and desire.
Y/n's words were barely above a whisper, her voice hoarse with need. "Not here," she repeated, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire. Lando had the exact same thought running through his mind.
Lando pulled back reluctantly, his lips leaving her neck with a final lingering kiss. He looked at her, his eyes darkened with lust, taking in her flushed cheeks and the way she was gripping his shirt. He knew exactly what she meant, and the same need was burning through him.
"Let's go," Lando murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. He took her hand in his, the skin-to-skin contact sending another jolt of electricity through them.
The two of them practically sprinted out of the bar, the cool night air doing little to cool their ardor. The hotel wasn't far, but the short walk felt like an eternity as their bodies practically ached with desire.
They reached the hotel lobby, their breaths coming out in slightly ragged pants. Lando led Y/n towards the elevator, practically hitting the button to call it impatiently. As they waited, Lando turned towards Y/n, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and need.
As the elevator doors open, Lando gently shoved Y/n into the elevator with the doors quickly closing behind them. As the elevator began to move upwards, Lando backed her against the wall of the elevator, trapping her between his body and the cold metal.
Lando wasted no time, his lips finding hers in a searing kiss. His hands came up to cup her face, holding her in place as his tongue darted out to trace the seam of her lips.
The kiss grew more intense, and Y/n found herself responding to him. Her body melted against his, her hands gripping his shoulders as a soft moan escaped her lips. "LandoâŚ" she whispered, her voice filled with need.
The elevator continued to ascend, and Y/n's mind was clouded with need. Lando's lips left hers briefly, only to blaze a trail of hot kisses down her neck. She found herself arching against him, whispering "MoreâŚplease" as her body ached for his touch.
Lando seemed encouraged by her pleading, his hands roaming her body as his lips continued their assault on her neck. He pressed his body against hers, his hips slowly rutting against her in a teasing rhythm.
"Gods, you're driving me crazy," Lando muttered, his voice hoarse with desire. His hands moved lower, cupping her hips and pulling her impossibly close so they were flush against each other.
Lando grudgingly pulled back, reluctantly detaching his mouth from Y/N's neck. The elevator doors opened with a soft 'ding,' signaling they had reached his floor. Lando stepped back, reluctantly removing his hands from her hips.
His eyes burned as he looked at her; her lips slightly swollen, skin flushed, and hair disheveled. The sight of her sent another jolt of need through him, but he managed to resist the urge to pull her back into his arms. Instead, he gestured for her to follow him down the hallway towards his hotel room.
Lando fumbled with the key card, opening the door to his room. He ushered Y/N inside, his eyes never leaving her. The moment the door shut behind them, Lando pushed Y/N against it, and the sound of the door slamming echoed in the quiet room.
His body pressed against hers, trapping her between the cool wood of the door and his warm, solid frame. His hands found her wrists, pinning them above her head as his lips crashed against hers in a passionate, bruising kiss.
Y/n and Lando were both feeling the effects of the alcohol they had consumed earlier that night. Their inhibitions lowered, they found themselves drawn to each other, their bodies pressed close together as they made out passionately against the door.
Y/n's heart raced as Lando's lips met hers, their tongues entwining in a sensual dance. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, his strong hands roaming over her curves. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
Lando's hands slid down to Y/n's hips, pulling her even closer to him. He could feel her soft breasts pressing against his chest, and it only fueled his desire for her. His lips trailed down to her neck, leaving a path of hot kisses along her skin.
Y/n tilted her head back, giving Lando better access to her sensitive neck. She could feel his teeth grazing her skin, and it sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. Her hands reached up to tangle in his hair, holding him close as he continued his assault on her senses.
Lando's strong arms easily lifted Y/n, carrying her over to the nearby bed. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he laid her down gently on the soft mattress. The movement caused her short dress to ride up, revealing the tantalizing sight of her light blue lace panties.
Lando's breath caught in his throat at the erotic view. He drank in the sight of Y/n's long, toned legs and the delicate fabric barely covering her most intimate area. Desire coursed through his veins, his arousal growing with each passing second.
Y/n looked up at Lando with lust-filled eyes, a coy smile playing on her lips. She could see the hunger in his gaze as it roamed over her body. Slowly, teasingly, she reached down and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties.
"Do you like what you see, Lando?" Y/n purred, her voice low and seductive. She slowly started to slide the lace down her legs, revealing more of her smooth, creamy skin, before putting them back on teasingly.
Lando knelt before Y/n, his hands gently caressing her thighs as he leaned in to leave a trail of hot kisses along her smooth skin. "God, I fucking love this view," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "You're so pretty, so perfect."
Y/n shivered with anticipation as Lando's lips moved higher and higher up her thighs. She could feel the heat of his breath on her sensitive skin, and it only heightened her arousal. Her fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him closer to her aching core.
Lando's fingers hooked into the waistband of Y/n's panties, slowly pulling them down and off her legs. He tossed them aside, his eyes feasting on the glistening wetness between her thighs. "You're so wet for me, baby," he growled, his voice thick with lust.
Unable to resist any longer, Lando leaned in and ran his tongue along Y/n's slit, savoring the taste of her arousal. She let out a gasp, her hips bucking against his face as he continued to explore her most intimate area with his tongue.
Y/n's moans grew louder and more frequent as Lando devoured her like a man starved. His tongue delved deep into her dripping folds, lapping up her arousal. He alternated between broad strokes and targeted flicks against her sensitive clit, driving her wild with pleasure.
"Oh god, Lando! Yes, just like that!" Y/n cried out, her voice trembling with ecstasy. Her fingers tightened in his hair, holding him firmly against her as she ground her hips against his face. The obscene sounds of his mouth on her pussy filled the room, mixing with her moans.
Lando groaned against her, the vibrations adding to her pleasure. He could feel her thighs beginning to quiver and tense around his head, signaling her impending release. Determined to bring her over the edge, he redoubled his efforts, sucking hard on her clit as he thrust two fingers deep inside her tight cunt.
Y/n's eyes flew open as she felt Lando's fingers suddenly plunge into her wet heat. She looked down at him, her eyes wide and filled with shock and arousal. Their gazes locked, and the intensity of the moment sent a jolt of electricity through her body.
Lando's fingers pumped in and out of her, curling to hit that special spot inside her that made her see stars. His thumb rubbed circles on her clit, the dual stimulation pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
"Eyes on me, baby," he commanded, his voice muffled against her sensitive flesh. "I want to see your face when you cum."
Y/n's breath came in short, sharp gasps as Lando's fingers worked their magic inside her. She couldn't tear her eyes away from his, the connection between them only heightening her pleasure. Her body tensed, the coil of tension in her lower belly winding tighter and tighter.
Lando could sense her impending orgasm, and he doubled down on his efforts. He sucked hard on her clit, his fingers pumping furiously in and out of her dripping cunt. He wanted to feel her come undone, to watch her face as she lost herself in the throes of passion.
With a final flick of his tongue and a deep thrust of his fingers, Y/n finally reached her breaking point. Her body convulsed, her back arching off the bed as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over her. "Lando!" she screamed, his name falling from her lips like a prayer.
Lando continued to work her through her orgasm, his fingers and tongue bringing her down from the high. As her body went limp, he pulled back and looked up at her with a satisfied grin. "That's it, baby."
Lando stood up, his face glistening with Y/n's juices. His eyes were dark with lust, his cock straining against the confines of his pants. With a growl, he quickly stripped off his clothes, tossing them haphazardly on the floor until he stood before her completely naked.
Y/n's gaze roamed over his muscular body, taking in every inch of his tanned skin and hard planes. Her eyes zeroed in on his impressive erection, standing proud and ready. She licked her lips, already craving more of him.
Lando climbed onto the bed, crawling over Y/n's prone form. He hovered above her, his hips nestled between her thighs. "I need to be inside you," he rasped, his voice rough with desire. "I need to feel your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock."
Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist, using her heels to urge him closer. "Then take me," she breathed, her nails raking down his back. "Fuck me hard, Lando. Make me yours."
Lando positioned himself at Y/n's entrance, the head of his cock teasing her slick folds. He could feel the heat emanating from her core, beckoning him to plunge into her depths. With a swift thrust of his hips, he buried himself inside her, groaning at the exquisite sensation of her tight walls enveloping him.
"Oh fuck, you feel amazing," Lando grunted, his hands gripping her hips as he began to move. He set a relentless pace, his thick cock stretching and filling her with each powerful thrust.
Y/n's head fell back, her eyes fluttering closed as she reveled in the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed by Lando. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her hips rising to meet his every stroke. "Yes, just like that!" she cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation.
Lando's thrusts grew harder and faster, his balls slapping against her ass as he drove into her again and again. He could feel her tightening around him, her body responding to his every move. "You're so fucking tight," he growled, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips.
Y/n's body tensed, her back arching off the bed as her second orgasm crashed over her. "Oh god, Lando! I'm cumming!" she screamed, her walls clamping down around his throbbing cock.
The sensation of her coming undone around him pushed Lando over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he released his load. But instead of staying inside her, he pulled out at the last moment, his hot seed spurting onto her stomach and breasts.
"Fuck, Y/n," Lando groaned, his hips jerking as he emptied himself onto her. Pulling out, he watched as his cum coated her skin, marking her as his.
Barely giving Y/n a moment to catch her breath, Lando lifted her up. His strong hands gripped her hips, lifting her up and positioning her so that she was straddling his face. "I'm not done with you yet," he growled, his voice muffled against her dripping folds.
Y/n gasped as she felt Lando's tongue delve into her sensitive cunt, his lips and teeth nipping at her swollen clit. Her hands braced against the headboard, her body already trembling with renewed arousal.
Lando's hands gripped her ass, spreading her open for him as he devoured her like a man possessed. He alternated between long, slow licks and quick flicks of his tongue, driving her wild with pleasure.
"Oh fuck, Lando!" Y/n cried out, her hips grinding against his face. She could feel another orgasm building, the coil of tension in her belly winding tighter and tighter.
Y/n's eyes drifted down to Lando's cock, still rock hard and glistening with their combined juices. A wicked grin spread across her face as she leaned down, her breasts pressing against his thighs as she brought her lips to the tip of his member.
She placed a soft kiss on the head, her tongue darting out to lap up the drops of precum. Lando groaned against her pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Encouraged by his reaction, Y/n took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth.
In the 69 position, they pleasured each other with reckless abandon. Y/n bobbed her head up and down his shaft, taking him deeper into her throat with each pass. Lando's tongue delved into her folds, lapping up her sweet nectar as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
As Lando's tongue worked its magic on Y/n's sensitive clit, she could feel her orgasm building rapidly. Her hips bucked against his face, her moans muffled by his thick cock filling her mouth. She took him deeper, her throat constricting around him as she gagged on his length.
Lando's own pleasure mounted, his cock twitching in Y/n's mouth as he approached his climax. He could feel her tightening around him, her body trembling with the force of her impending release. With a final, powerful thrust of his tongue, he sent her over the edge.
Y/n's scream of ecstasy was cut off by Lando's cock as he erupted in her mouth. Her eyes watered, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to swallow his hot seed. The sensation of his cum hitting the back of her throat only intensified her own orgasm, her body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Lando's insatiable desire for Y/n showed no signs of abating. As they both came down from their intense orgasms, he pulled her off his body, repositioning her so that she was straddling him. He leaned back against the headboard, his hands gripping her hips as he guided her onto his still-hard cock.
"Ride me, baby," Lando growled, his voice thick with lust. "I want to feel you bouncing on my dick."
Y/n's body was still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her eyes glazed over with a mix of pleasure and exhaustion. She placed her hands on his chest for balance, slowly lowering herself onto his throbbing member. A soft gasp escaped her lips as he stretched her once again, filling her completely.
She began to move, her hips rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Lando's hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples as she rode him. The combination of pain and pleasure only served to heighten her arousal, her walls clenching around him with each thrust.
Y/n's movements became more erratic, her body struggling to keep up with the relentless pace Lando had set. "I can't... I can't take anymore," she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lando's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Be a good girl f' me," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. "I know you can take another round."
Tears streamed down Y/n's face as she tried to comply with his demands. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for relief. But the thought of letting Lando down was too much to bear. She gritted her teeth, pushing through the pain and exhaustion as she continued to ride him.
Lando could sense her struggle, but he refused to relent. He wanted to push her to her limits, to see just how much she could take. His cock throbbed inside her, the sensation of her tight walls clenching around him driving him closer to the edge.
Despite her exhaustion, Y/n found the strength to continue riding Lando's cock. Her hips moved in a steady rhythm, rising and falling as she took him deep inside her. The pain and pleasure mixed together, creating a heady cocktail that left her dizzy with sensation.
Lando's hands roamed over her body, squeezing and kneading her soft flesh. He pinched her nipples, twisting them slightly as he watched her face contort with a mix of pain and pleasure. "That's it, baby," he growled, his voice low and rough. "Take it all for me."
Y/n's moans grew louder, her body trembling with the effort of keeping up with Lando's relentless pace. She could feel another orgasm building, the coil of tension in her belly winding tighter and tighter.
Lando could sense her impending release, and he doubled his efforts. His hips bucked up to meet her downward thrusts, his cock hitting that special spot inside her that made her see stars. "Cum for me, Y/n," he demanded, his voice thick with lust.
Y/n's body tensed, her back arching as she felt her orgasm approaching. She gritted her teeth, pushing herself to the limit as she rode Lando's cock with increasing fervor. Her walls began to flutter around him, signaling her imminent release.
"Oh god, Lando!" she cried out, her voice raw with emotion. "I'm going to cum!"
Lando's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust up into her with powerful strokes. "That's it, baby," he growled, his own release building. "Let go for me. Cum all over my cock."
With a final, desperate thrust, Y/n reached her breaking point. Her body convulsed, her walls clamping down around Lando's throbbing member as she came undone. The sensation of her tightening around him was too much for Lando to bear, and with a guttural groan, he erupted inside her, his hot seed filling her with each powerful pulse.
As they both came down from their intense orgasms, Lando leaned forward, capturing Y/n's lips in a passionate kiss. His hands caressed her face, his thumbs wiping away the tears that still clung to her lashes. "You did so good, baby," he murmured against her lips. "I'm so proud of you."
Y/n's body went limp, her head resting on Lando's shoulder as she tried to catch her breath. She could feel his cock still inside her, softening but not yet fully withdrawn. The sensation was comforting, a reminder of the incredible pleasure they had just shared.
Lando continued to pepper her face with gentle kisses, his lips trailing along her jawline and down her neck. "You're amazing," he whispered, his voice filled with admiration and affection.
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âSweet nothingâ
Pairing: Benjicot âdavosâ blackwood x fem!reader
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Between war, blood and chaos, your husband founds himself running home to your sweet nothing.
Nsfw, Benji being a tease but absolutely feral for you, bath chamber hinted sex, kissing and biting, nudtidy, groping, consent is sexy, domesticated!ben, fancast! Benji.
â Darling, did you miss me ? â You opened your eyes to find your lord husband strolling in your bath chambers.
All the servants were walking out with their head bowed down and knowing closed smiles, Benji grinned when he caught your eye, before he trailed his gaze down at your naked body, drinking you in with a smug tug of his lips, rubbing his jaw.
â I missed you.â you breathed, feeling your heart ache to touch him, to hold him, to breathe him in.
You were beginning to get out of water when Ben shaked his head, mouthing a 'love' before stripping off his clothes, one by one.
He was being torturous with the pace, he knew well how driven you were, your mouth agape as you saw him, so so long. He tossed his tunic, because teasing you was one of his greatest amusement, but then again, he was dying to be in your embrace and let everything mute in the background, and regardless to say how pretty you looked, like those sirens they talked about, luring him and he would, he would crawl and beg and plead and surrender, for you he was insane.
â My lord.â you whispered, giving him that, âI'll never sleep with you againâ look and it only took a moment before he was stepping down in the bath, beaming.
His naked body disappearing in the mist of water, you followed his movements, his smile climbing to a grin as he reached you, taking your hand and pressing it to his chest. Beneath your palm his heart was beating for you, loud and rhythmic.
â You have no idea how much I missed you.â you pressed a soft kiss on his chest, just near a bluish bruised wound. You hoped they were all dead, all of them who hurt him.
��� you can always give me a idea, don't you think my lady.â He pouted, sensing your worry as he lifted you chin with his finger tip, eyes sparkling with mischief, you pushed forward your hands to cup his face, needless to say about him. He was everywhere, cupping your ass cheeks to kneading your breast, pulling your waist as he placed sweet kisses all over, like a starved man and he was, a very starved man for your love, your affection, your body and all of your sweet nothings.
â I missed this.â he bited at the crook your neck, you arched back, allowing more access.
â And ? â you asked because Benji liked that, liked knowing everything that swirled in your mind, to know what you thought about everything and nothing.
You couldn't see him as he was sliding down your body, open mouthed kisses all over your skin while you tugged at his soft hair, but you knew how stupidly he would have smiled.
â And this.â he bumped his nose to your navel, looking up to meet your gaze.
â Tell me more.â you whined, dropping your head back, Benji wrapped your legs around his waist, taking you out of the water as he laid you on the floor, climbing over you.
â More ? â He smiled, leaning to kiss your nose tip, then claiming your in hard embrace and clatter of souls, his lips soft and warm and sweet.
You were flushed under him, you didn't dare look between him and you because the hard length that pressed against your thigh was enough proof of how madly you drived him crazy.
Benji watched as your breath hiccuped in your throat, watching your heart swell and eyes dazed with lust, like blown back.
âsay it my sweet love.â He was propped on his elbows on either side of your head, his own voice shaky, he wanted nothing less to dive inside you, take you all and leave nothing, to devour and to worship you. But he needed you to say it first. âc'mon sweetheartâ He nuzzled his nose at the side of your neck, breathing in your scent, humming along.
â yes...Ben.â you bited your lower lip as his shaft was leaking with pre cum, weakening your legs and the pressure in your pit grew, dazing your senses.
â huh.â Ben perked up, relaxing in a smirk, pecking down your jaw as he raised one eyebrow, like he didn't listen. Bastard.
â T-take me.â you demanded and pleaded and that was all he needed to hear, before his lips parted in a gasp, He's bloody going to moan every sweet nothing out of you. Oh, how sweet.
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more of big simon, little simon, and mama
He's drinking his morning tea when there's a knock on his door. Unlike last time, it's a simple rap of three knocks. A patient sound. He's not expecting anyone, but he has a feeling who it might be.
Simon finishes sipping his drink, the warmth of the tea spreading down his chest, sending a pleasant buzz throughout his body. He tilts his head back as he drinks the last of it, letting out a sated groan. It's been awhile since he's had tea this good.
Another three knocks sound off again, this time more enthusiastic. Simon quirks a brow. More than likely, those three thumps were from his little name twin, knowing the impatience of a child.
He places his mug in the sink and walks over to open the door, unsurprised when he sees you and your boy. Not an unwelcomed sight, but certainly a curious one. Last time he saw you was the morning after the night he watched over you, staying for a quick, slightly awkward breakfast when little Simon insisted, and when big Simon took one look at you, sickly and lightheaded, and thought it best he made something for your small family lest you faint and scare your boy again.
"Simon!" The lad greets with that toothy grin of his. Mostly toothy. Your boy is missing one of his top incisors. "Good morning!"
"Morning." Simon nods back and drawls, "What do I owe the pleasure?"
The rambunctious child practically bounces in place, tugging your hand cheerfully, addressing both you and Simon. "Me and Mama want you to come with us for breakfast."
"Brekkie?" Simon squints down at the lad, tilting his head. "Why?"
"Mama says it's a thank you for when she was sick, and I wanted to spend time with you!" Little Simon says with a gleeful smile.
"Is that so?" Simon murmurs under his breath. You got yourself a sweet lad. So free and honest, unafraid to share his emotions with the world. The childlike happiness being something he hasn't seen in a long time. A kind of innocence that needs to be protected and cultivated. Something Simon never really got for himself.
Maybe he could do that for you and your boy.
"Simon?"
He blinks and focuses on the lad. "Yeah, mate?"
His name twin gives a hopeful look. "Please say you're coming! Me and mama really want you to come!"
"You and your mum, huh?" Simon huffs a little, amused. "Is that what she said?"
He turns his gaze to you, and instantly, all thoughts of breakfast fade out of his mind, a smirk spreading across his lips. You look as if you haven't heard a word he and your boy exchanged. Probably his fault from the looks of things. He didn't bother changing out of his sleep clothes when he got up- a rare, indulgent, lazy day for him- and opened the door as is. Shirtless. Shameless. In nothing but a worn pair of fading plaid sweatpants.
You're staring. At his chest, at his abdomen. Over his arms and down his tattoo. Eyes brazen as they rove over all of his perfections and imperfections. His muscles... his scars... his happy trail.
You carefully avoid looking down any further.
Cute.
"Ahem." Simon casually leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms. Perhaps flexing a smidge. There's no one here that would call him out on it, though. He cocks his head when you continue to stare. He clears his throat more clearly. "Ahem."
No response except for your mouth dropping slightly open when he flexed his arms. Hah. He swears you'll start drooling soon. When was the last time you saw a shirtless man? Was it when you were still with your ex? The man must have been something unremarkable if this is your reaction to seeing Simon scruffy and shirtless.
What would your reaction be if you saw more of him? In a different setting, if it were just you and him? What would you do? What would you say? What then?
Dangerous territory to be thinking about. He should probably stop. He doesn't want to.
"Mama!"
Little Simon notices the staring.
That gets you out of your daze. And big Simon out of his.
"Huh? What?" You blink and finally tear your gaze away, squeezing the smaller hand in yours. Unfortunate. He quite liked your ogling. "What is it, Simon?"
It's a hilarious sight. You, the mother, looking like a child who's hand got caught in the cookie jar (the cookie jar being big Simon), and your son looking like the reprimanding parent placing his hands on his hips.
"You were staring!" Fucking, hell. It even sounds like your son is scolding you. "You told me it was rude to stare!"
You sputter, "I- I wasn't!"
"You were," Simon cuts in, ruthless and smirking when you look back at him, an embarrassed tension puckering your lips. If he wasn't so chuffed, maybe he would take mercy on you. But he is, so he won't. Simon rolls his shoulders, stretching his muscles- maybe flexing a little more- watching your eyes dart from his face to his body and back to his face again before he turns to your boy. "Wasn't she, mate?"
"Yeah," Little Simon agrees, oblivious to your turmoil. "Now you have to say sorry, Mama!"
Big Simon, on the other hand, is a cruel bastard for taking pleasure from your floundering.
"But I didn't mean-"
"Try again. You heard your lad." Simon pushes off the doorframe and purposefully stands to his full height, making himself bigger as he leans toward you. "You wanna make a good example, yeah?"
It's adorable the way you struggle to maintain eye contact, biting your lip. "Y... yeah..."
Simon raises an expectant brow, and you gulp. "Uh. I... I'm sorry."
"What for?" Simon asks just to make things difficult for you and you squint at him. He smirks. Fine. He'll allow you some breathing space and back up.
You give an audible sigh of relief when he leans against the doorframe again. "I'm sorry for... for staring at you."
It's fun watching you squirm, eyes gleaming widely and silently pleading for mercy. Should take a picture so it would last longer. He holds in a chuckle. What an interesting thought.
But he's made you suffer enough. Simon looks at your boy. "What do you say, lad? Think that was an adequate apology?"
The boy puts a finger on his chin. "What does 'adequate' mean?"
"Means it's good enough, or acceptable."
"Then yes! Mama made an adequate apology." The lad proudly shows off his newly acquired vocabulary.
Simon huffs with amusement before turning back to you. "Suppose I can forgive you then."
You stare, as if you can't quite believe the interaction he had with your son, and Simon's almost tempted to make a comment ("we just went over this, love"), but then you bow your head and laugh lightly under your breath, mumbling, "Wow."
He cracks a little smirk.
"So will you go with us, Simon?" The kid asks when it's clear the adults aren't going to say anything else. He adds on a sweet, "Please?"
How could he say no to that?
"Alright." Simon stands up straight, preparing to walk back into his flat. "I'll come grab some brekkie with you."
"You will?" Your boy flashes an eager grin. "You'll come with us?"
Simon pats the lad's head, nodding. "Yeah, kid, just lemme change first."
"Alright!"
"I'll meet you on the first floor." He moves to close his door, but then pauses, eyes finding yours with a teasing glint. "Or you could wait in here-"
"We'll meet you on the first floor!" You blurt out, avoiding his gaze, and grab your boy's hand, quickly tugging him along. "See you, Simon!"
"See you, Simon!" The lad echoes and waves a hand, unconcerned by your rushing. You disappear with your child soon after, and Simon chuckles, shutting the door.
He looks towards the kitchen, debating. He can do the dishes when he gets back. They can wait. You and your boy are probably hungry. He won't keep you guys waiting, and even though Simon already ate breakfast, he doesn't mind going out. But he doesn't need to tell you that. Simon still has room to eat, and he won't mind spending a bit more time with you and little Simon.
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Big Simon totally wears a compression shirt to make your brain short circuit. Meanwhile, little Simon is wondering why Mama is tripping every two seconds.
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