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DYUSKOPO this event hurts in all the ways that speak to my soul
#rafayel#rafayel love and deepspace#love and deepspace rafayel#rafayel lnd#lnd rafayel#rafayel lnds#lnds rafayel#rafayel lads#lads rafayel#rafayel l&ds#l&ds rafayel#love and deepspace#lnd#lnds#lads#l&ds#god of the tides rafayel#rafayel god of the tides#god of the tides#sea breeze echo#sea breeze echo event#love and deepspace spoilers#I LOVE THEM SO MUCH#sigh
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When Tides Echo
đTrailer of [Rafayel: When Tides Echo] event is now released!
Oceans witness us as devout followers of love.
đ5-Star Memory Pair in When Tides Echo
From 5:00 A.M. on Apr. 3 to 4:59 A.M. on Apr. 17 (server time), 5-Star Memories [Rafayel: Temple's Sunset] & [Rafayel: Temple's Promise] will be obtainable in the game! During the event, the wish you made will be recorded. You may claim Deepspace Wish: Limited*5 upon reaching 50 and 100 pulls of wishes respectively. Besides that, you can choose between [Rafayel: Temple's Sunset] & [Rafayel: Temple's Promise] upon reaching 150 pulls. This means a maximum of 150 pulls guarantees two 5-Star Memories and unlocks the New Companion [Rafayel: God of the Tides]. *You can check more details about the Wish Pool and the Pity System in upcoming event announcements.
đEvent: Sea Breeze Echo
Participate in the event and claim the 4-Star Solar-Slot Memory Pair: [Rafayel: Sapphire Dream], [Rafayel: Sapphire Scar], Deepspace Wish: Limited 10, Diamond 500, and other rewards for FREE!
đMyth: Forgotten Sea
Those were the stories before he became the Sea God⊠"His most devout follower must gift Him a heart, so He has the strength to protect Lemuria and becomes the god recognized by the entire ocean."
#love and deepspace#when tides echo#sea breeze echo#rafayel#qi yu#homura#ç„ç
#ăă ă©#êž°ì±#forgotten sea#Youtube
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So... I've already given up on getting those new limited myth cards.
#Love And Deepspace#Rafayel#God Of The Sea#Sea Breeze Echo#Event#I Just Know They Are Lore Related#At This Point#Story Is The Only Thing Holding Me Back In This Game#If This Keeps Up I'll Just Delete The Game#They Should Atleast Give Us Lore Related Content For Free#Or Atleast Put It Into The Normal Wish Pool#What's The Point If We Cannot Even Access The Entire Story#I Don't Care About The Steamy Ones But Do Give Me Lore
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In the tranquil dawn of ages past, A tapestry of time unfurls, Where low poly mountains softly cast Their geometric pearls. Silent triangles of forgotten lore, Gently whisper on pixelated breeze, As angular rivers once more explore, The edges of ancient seas. History stands in tranquil light, Its gentle echoes, sharp and clear, Carved lines of peace in serene delight, In a world both distant and near.
#Poetry#Dawn#Time#Tapestry#Low Poly#Mountains#Geometry#Triangles#Pixelated#Breeze#Rivers#Seas#History#Light#Echoes#Peace#Serene#Ancient#World
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â â đđđđđđđđ. a relaxing day at the beach w/ toji ân little megumi, accompanied by their usual bickering and precious moments
tags. dad!toji x wife!female reader. fluff. honestly just the beach episode toji deserves w his family t_t not proof read!
the beach is a beautiful place to rest after a tough week. toji lays on the towel besides yours, bulky arms resting behind his head as he enjoyed the gentle breeze, the smell of the sea mixed with his wifeâs perfume.
the peace is quickly disturbed when he feels a small fist claw at his mouth.
ââgumi, donât feed papa sand,â your muffled laughter echoes through the busy beach. you watch your husband attempt to fight off megumiâs tiny hands as they pry his lips apart.
toji grunts and moves his head multiple times, but the toddler is determined to get what he wants. âbratââ the dark-haired man scoffs while his hands wrap around megumiâs torso, lifting the little boy in the air as his final resort, âwhatâs this all âbout? wanna kill yâr daddy or sum?â
your son pouts and furrows his brows. âno, i made papa food. burger,â he defends himself and kicks his legs while being held up at arms length. megumiâs tiny fist full of sand manages to reach his fatherâs lips again, ânow papa eat!â
toji lifts megumi up higher, as far away from his face as possible. he takes a second before realising that he indeed had made a request for a burger just moments ago, when his son asked him what he should make out of the sand.
toji totally forgot to play along with megumiâs pretend restaurant game, thinking the boy would halfway forget about it anyway. childrenâs attention spans are short after all.
seems like his kid is an exception.
âi ainât eatinâ shit, boy,â toji grunts and turns megumi away, putting the boy back down in the sand between the two beach towels. youâre about to reprimand your husband for his behaviour before your child interrupts.
âthis not poo poo!â megumi jabs a finger at his fatherâs chest, his voice a bit louder. heâs taken great offence to the comment about his imaginary burger, which was now but a cluster of sand particles.
toji snorts and gently flicks megumiâs hand away, âyeah, it is. bet it tastes like âpoo pooâ too.â
âno! not poo poo!â megumiâs voice rings out before a frustrated whine leaves his lips. his little hands land on tojiâs abs, physically punishing him for saying such mean stuff about his hard handiwork.
your husband sticks his tongue out childishly at his sulking son. ââyes! yes âtis poo poo!â keheh,â toji mocks megumiâs high voice, snorting as he laughs about his own joke afterwards.
the father-son duo bicker for a few more seconds before you sigh and speak up. âcan you two just get along for once now? weâre in public, so behave,â you scold them as their voices seemed to get louder. you then glare at your immature husband. he could be such a man-child when it came to arguing with his son, âand youâ youâre an adult, so act like one.â
the two of them instantly shut up and their heads turn towards you, their hands that were wrestling with each other also stopping mid-air. megumi pouts and stops attacking his father with his tiny fists. the little boy knows better than to not listen to his mother.
in turn, toji huffs and grumbles something under his breath before grabbing his son to make it up to him.
neither does the grown man dare to defy his wifeâs demands.
âyeah, yeah. câmere, son,â toji responds and places the toddler on his chest, letting the kid rest against him. megumi surprisingly doesnât pull away and instead curls up in tojiâs warm embrace. as much as the two love to (playfully) fight, they also get along extremely well.
you smile and relax back on the palms of your hands. âmuch better,â you hum in content. your heart swells with affection for your two favorite people on earth. megumi is a carbon copy of his father and itâs the cutest little thing ever.
they both have that subtle pout on their lips as they accommodate to being close and cozy with each other again.
toji runs his callused fingers through megumiâs hair, sighing as he closes his eyes. he doesnât admit it out loud, but he cares for his kid. if he had to make a choice between either saving his own life or megumiâs, tojiâd instantly draw his last breath.
âheâs still a brat,â your husband grumbles to you, sharp eyes watching the way you coddle and coo over the toddler. megumiâs chubby cheek is smushed against tojiâs chest and it was an adorable sight. you giggle and capture it on your phone.
toji scoffs, but canât help the grin tugging at the corner of his scarred lips. he gently rubs the childâs cheek with his knuckles before continuing, âbut heâs my brat. ainât that right, boy?â
megumi lets out a small, soft grunt at his fatherâs words. the kid is completely silent, content with the way things had played out. perhaps this is what he secretly searched for as wellâ to receive tojiâs attention and a glimpse of his affection.
âaww, how cute!â your smile is beaming as you snap another picture of your family. tojiâs soft look is perfectly captured on your phone, with him gently touching megumiâs chubby cheek as the boy laid on his bare chest. pure domestic bliss.
you sigh and look away for one second to change the lockscreen on your phone. humming, you go to your settings and instantly put the picture of your husband and son as your wallpaper on nearly everything.
you tilt your head back only to find toji grinning from ear to ear now, going from gently rubbing megumiâs cheek to full out squishing them between both his hands, amused at the way the fat moves. âkehehe, look at âem,â he chuckles.
the little toddler eventually gets fed up with it after squirming and grunting. megumi brings his little fist upâthe same one that still had some sand stored from beforeâand lets the content fly all over tojiâs face.
megumi giggles and scrambles off tojiâs lap with a victorious grin. he points at his father whoâs struggling with getting the sand off his face, the man sputtering and grumbling. he sticks his tongue out, âthaâs papaâs burger.â
you watch as your son waddles over to you and hides into your arms, muffled laughter echoing in your ears. seems like megumi won the battle in the end; successfully holding onto the sand he was planning to feed his dad one way or another.
toji spits out a bit of sand that flew into his mouth from the kidâs surprise attack, âyou little shitââ
well, there goes the peace again. you shake your head, but let the two play and fight it out on their own.
. . . just another day in the fushiguro family.
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#toji x reader#jjk fluff#toji fluff#toji fushiguro x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#toji x you#toji x y/n#jjk x female reader#toji x female reader
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hello! hope youâre okay after the ending, honestly I donât think any of us are.
I wanted to request a rafe x pogue reader where itâs that boat storm scene and instead of Sarah falling itâs reader and sheâs just drowning and Rafe jumps in after her. He doesnât know why he did it but he just has a soft spot for her and itâs just really angsty but also cute.
thanks! I love your account btw!
In The Sea
Summery: the anon
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Warnings: grammar mistakes
A\N: thank you to everyone who has been requesting it makes me very happy xxx
You stand at the edge of the deck, clutching the railing as the boat rocks, waves rolling against the hull. The salty breeze whips your hair around your face, and the peaceful ocean sounds made you think about the current situation.
You didn't expect Rafe to save you and your friends from being arrested, much less expect him to find a boat big and resistant enough to drive you all to Morocco Africa to find the blue crown. It was truly a surprise considering you and Rafe's history.
âSo what? Are we just on our way to Africa now?â Kiara asked the group as if she couldn't believe that Rafe Cameron was willingly helping them.
âQuick little weekend trip?â She added to her previous sentence.
âWhat about Rafe? We know what he did to the cross and now we want to go after the crown with him?â You and the rest of the pogue's lips go into a thin line at the memory.
âSarah, you're his family, how do deal with himâ John B said, finding no other options.
âI don't- I don't know, I think maybe y/n might have a chance of convincing him to behave but..â she shrugged and you felt the stares of your friends burn holes through you. Your past relationship with him was a secret to nobody.
âWe- we just have to talk to him, or at least tryâ You proposed earning a frown from JJ.
âTalk to Rafe? When has he ever just communicated with us?âÂ
âTalking to him is the only option we have, but you're definitely not talking with him,â John B said and as expected everyone nodded and hummed, agreeing. JJ was in no place to talk with Rafe.
âWhy not? What did I do?â He asked, getting almost frustrated.
âWe all know you and him are far from being civil, the last thing we need is you triggering him and causing troubleâ His girlfriend, Kiara, tried to explain the easiest way but he still got defensive. After a couple of bickering from JJ and John b You finally decide to go speak with him, who was driving the boat not too far away from the deck.
âHey,â You knock on the metal and rusted door before entering and walking up to him. His eyes catch yours and there's a tension between the two of you. But Rafe only tilts his head to acknowledge you.
You swallow, feeling the weight of his stare. "We just want to talk," you say, steadying your voice as the rest of your friends beside JJ follow behind you.
âAll right let's talkâ Rafe chuckles, and itâs low, almost a whisper.Â
Your mind goes almost blank as you take him in, you haven't been this close since you were forced in the same room by Sighs men last year. You had almost forgotten how much you missed him.
âYou guys be cool I'll be coolâ His voice snapped you out of your daydream, realizing you had missed a bit of the conversation.
âSo now you want peace?â Pope leaned back and scoffed, not believing a word that came out of his mouth.
âI just saved all your asses, how about a thank you?â He glanced at all of you one by one, but he only earned silence,
âListen I don't want any part of your little fairytale treasure hunt bullshit, I'm just looking for Groffâ Heâs breathing heavily, holding himself back from adding more snark,
âHey, Rafe!â Before anyone can react, JJâs fist flies through the air, cracking against Rafeâs jaw with a force that echoes.
Rafeâs head snaps back, his expression stunned for a split second before he crumples, hitting the hard metal floor. For a moment, everyone is frantic, staring at the lifeless form sprawled across the floor, his eyes closed, completely knocked out.
âholy shitâ
âJesus JJ what's your problemâ
âWhoo that felt goodâ Tired of JJ's crazy actions the girls walk away shaking their heads in disbelief until you are the only one staying behind.
JJ stands over him, breathing heavily, the adrenaline still pulsing through him as he looks down at Rafe. His fist is red, already bruising, but he doesnât seem to care.
âWhat is wrong with you?â You look at him, feeling a rush of shock mixed with panic. You fall to your knees next to Rafe and quickly look over his injuries, softly rubbing your thumb on his jaw. Â âIf he didn't do it I was going to do itâ Pope added only worsening the situation. You shook your head and furrowed your eyebrows at his sentence.
After the pogues agreed it was probably not a good idea to let Rafe free in case he woke up and decided to shoot you all with his âpeacemakerâ you tied him up in a small cabin. His head hung low, his wrists were bound to a stainless steel pole and his legs were uncomfortably folded beneath him. Your heart clenched at the sight of him but still decided to leave him there until he woke up.
You open the door to the cabin slowly with a tray of warmed-up canned spaghetti in hand, it wasn't the best but it was all the boat had.
âI brought you food..â You whispered before bending down to place the tray in front of him.
âgreatâ he sighed.
âI found aspirin in the medicine cabinet, I figured you'd have a headache, maybe even a concussionâÂ
âRight⊠are you gonna throw it in my mouth like a seal or somethingâ He scoffed again clearly angered,
âThey don't trust you Rafe⊠but if you do the right thing maybe they will open up a little bitâ
âI am doing the right thing! I helped youâ He tried pulling against the restraints but failed.Â
âI know okay? I know but unfortunately, I don't have a choice but to let you in here until we get there, I'm sorryâ you whispered and pushed the tray closer to him. âPlease eat,â You said and left closing the large door behind you.
For a moment you stayed behind the door listening closely. âY/N come back!â he grunts and kicks his feet on the ground. âFucking untie me please!!â he screamed and you jumped when you heard the tray you had just put down on the floor fly into the wall.
Pope leaning over the side, is the first to spot the flicker of movement beneath the water. "Guys! I see one!" exclaims, his voice a mixture of excitement and focus. He scrambles for the fishing rod, almost knocking over the tackle box in his rush.
John B is right beside him, laughing. âWe've got our dinner!" he laughs.
âGuys, this oneâs huge!â Kie giggles with the boys knowing we were all set for dinner time tonight.
You all spent the rest of the day cooking the fish you caught and preparing side dishes with some good music in the background.
Until it was time for Rafa's second meal.
You open the door carefully and his eyes catch yours, this time you don't speak, simply set the tray of seasoned salmon down in front of him.
Has you were about to close the door you hear him.
âWait, y/n. Can you please- can you give me the forkâ his tone is much softer than before so you can't deny him.Â
You get down and pick up the utensil his bound hands couldnât reach.
âThank youâ He murmured, and you barely heard him as you closed the door behind you once again.
The sky darkens ominously as thunder rumbles in the distance, low and threatening. Waves crash harder against the hull of the boat, tossing it with a force that leaves you gripping onto anything within reach. The storm monitor flashes red to show the storm coming ahead of you.
âThat's not good,â John B says.
âWe're gonna have to try to blast through it,â Pope says, not finding any better options.
âWhy can't we go south?â Kie asks genuinely.
âThe current is gonna be against us we don't have a choiceâ John B agreed even after trying to find safer options, the boat's roar has Pope push the lever controlling the engine to the max.Â
The waves make the boat shift side to side making it difficult to stay up and steady.
Another massive wave crashes over the side, drenching them all, and you lose your footing, sliding across the deck until Kie grabs your arm, pulling you back.
âHold on to somethingâ Kie yells at you pope and Sarah and you all grip onto the nearest thing.
âHey!â a distant voice echoes through the walls.
âCut me loose! Y/N! Somebody!â Rafe screamed and banged his fists on the wall.
âGet me out of here!â Everyone listens but doesn't move a finger.
âWe have to let him outâ You scramble to your feet but jerk back when Cleo grabs your wrist.
âNo!â she says trying to stop you but you pulled back.
âHe's gonna drownâ You pull open rapidly the drawers trying to find something sharp, able to cut the thick ropes wrapped around Rafe's hands.
The storm is relentless, its fury tossing you around like a rag doll as you try to reach him. Â
You cling to the railing, struggling to stay upright as the boat lurches violently, nearly sending you sprawling across the floor. Your legs buckle under you. You come crashing through the door and walk onto the water-soaked floor knife in hand.
âCut me looseâ he begs.
Crouching in front of him you began frantically cutting the rope. Your muscles burn with how much pressure you're using.
âShit,â You say when a sudden jerk of the boat makes your face come inches apart from his, lips almost touching. You don't have time to think as you regain your balance and continue cutting the bounds.
âThere! Come onâ you yelled and quickly grasped his hands to pull him up from the floor.
You both run to shelter but the boat jerks side to side even more violently,
âSomething is wrong I have to go see!âÂ
âNo!â Rafe tried holding on to you but you were already rushing away onto the deck where waves came crashing, a massive wave rose out of the dark, towering over the boat like a shadow.
You barely had time to think before it crashed down, an icy, unforgiving wall of water that slammed into you with the force of a sledgehammer. The impact was too strong and you were thrown backward, landing hard on the deck. Pain explodes through your shoulder, the wind knocks from your lungs. Dazed and gasping, you try to get up, but the boat tips again, and before you can stand, another wave strikes.
This one is worse, merciless, catching you just as you struggle to rise. Your fingers graze the edge of the railing, but the slick metal slips through your grasp. In an instant, the world spins as you are thrown away from the boat, the cold, raging ocean swallowing you whole.
The water is a shock, freezing and chaotic, disorienting you as you plunge beneath the surface. You thrash, fighting to reach the surface, lungs burning, but the waves toss you back and forth, each effort to rise met with another rush of icy water.
Back on the boat, Rafe catches a glimpse of you disappearing over the side, and his heart stops. âY/N!â he screams, panic cutting through the storm. Without a second thought, he scrambles to the railing, nearly slipping himself as he peers out into the dark, searching for any sign of you.
âWhere is she!â Sarah came rushing to her brother
âShe fell overboardâ he yells already reaching for a rope with the floating boyee. Heâs soaked, exhausted, and barely steady, but thereâs no hesitation as he jumps in after you.
âRafe no!â She screams after her brother.
A wave slams into Rafe. âY/N!!â he yells in the water as he sees you trying to stay above the water far away.
With the last of your strength, You swim faster and harder towards Rafe and reach out when you're near, fingers brushing his arm, grasping it tight. Rafe holds you with everything he has.
âI got youâ But you don't hear him in the storm.
You both hold on to each other your arms around his neck and his around your waist as the boat floats away and the night turns into a void.
âHey, open your eyes, look at meâ You feel gentle hands grasping on your face as you finally sit up coughing out the water that filled your lungs.
âThat's itâ The hands rub your back in a comforting way.
The sand is hot beneath you, warming up your skin, and with exhaustion, you fall onto Rafe's chest.
âHey you okay?â panicked, he grabs onto your shoulder and pushes you a little bit to take a good look at your face.
âYou jumped after me,â you whispered.
âOf course I didâ You look up at him, heart pounding, feeling a rush of gratitude, fear, and something deeperâsomething thatâs been smouldering beneath the surface, unspoken, for far too long. Your eyes shine with tears, not sad and not happy either but grateful.Â
His hand reaches up, brushing a strand of wet hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your skin. His touch is warm, and grounding, and you feel your heart racing even faster under his gaze, intense and unreadable, like heâs seeing you for the first time.
Without another thought, you lean in, closing the space between the two of you as you press your lips to his, a spark igniting into a wildfire the moment you connect. Rafeâs surprise melts away instantly, and he kisses back, fierce and unrestrained, his hands finding your waist.
The kiss is charged, fueled by adrenaline, and a longing that neither of you can deny any longer. Your hands find his shoulders, clinging to him, grounding you in his warmth, his strength, the feel of his heartbeat thundering beneath your touch.Â
Rafeâs fingers trail up your back, sending shivers along your spine, and his lips move against yours with an urgency that speaks of everything left unspoken.
When you finally pull apart, breathless, Rafeâs forehead rests against yours, his eyes searching yours as he lets out a shaky laugh, almost in disbelief.
âYou saved my lifeâ you smile, brushing a thumb over his cheek, still feeling the warmth of his kiss lingering on your lips. âI love you, I've always loved youâ you whisper, and before you know it, you're kissing again, the ocean waves crashing nearby, the world forgotten as you lose yourselves in each other.
âI never stopped loving you,â he whispered.
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đâïžđ«§List of Random Things For Your Dark Coastal Settings | For Writersđâïžđ«§
Since you all loved the list of random things for Dark Academia, hereâs a list of items, things, sights etc.. you might find in a Dark Coastal setting.
The Cliffside đ
Jagged slate-gray rocks jutting out from the churning sea
Swaths of wild, windblown grasses and mosses clinging to the cliffs
Crumbling stone ruins half-hidden in the fog
The eerie cries of seabirds circling overhead
Gnarled, salt-weathered driftwood scattered across the shoreline
The Cove đ
A small pebbly beach tucked into a sheltered inlet
Seaweed-covered tide pools teeming with mysterious marine life
Centuries-old fishing nets and lobster traps hung to dry
Weathered wooden rowboats moored at a rickety dock
The salty, briny scent of the sea lingering in the air
The Lighthouse đŒ
A tall, round stone tower with a flickering lantern on top
Faded nautical charts and weather-beaten log books inside
An antique brass telescope trained on the horizon
The heavy thump of the lighthouse bell in the distance
Coils of fraying rope and a tarnished brass spyglass on the windowsill
The Shipwreck đ„ïž
The rusted, half-submerged hull of an ancient sailing vessel
Tangled knots of kelp and barnacles clinging to the metal
Fragments of shattered wood and twisted metal debris
The eerie, echoing creaks and groans of the wreckage in the waves
Fragments of weathered, sun-bleached bones glinting in the murky depths
The Coastal Cottage đ
A small, weathered wooden house with peeling paint
Tattered sheer curtains fluttering in the salty sea breeze
Shelves lined with antique glass bottles and driftwood sculptures
A wood-burning stove with a teapot whistling softly
The distant sound of foghorns cutting through the mist
The Shipwreck Cove đą
Jutting black cliffs, their bases strewn with the bones of broken ships
Seaweed-covered ribs of an old shipwreck, barnacles clinging to the wood
Rusted metal and shattered glass glittering in the crashing waves
Cawing of crows circling overhead, their shadows flickering on the rocks
The hollow, echoing sound of the wind whistling through the caves
The Seaside Cemetery đȘŠ
Rows of crumbling tombstones covered in moss and lichen
Twisted, windblown trees casting long, ominous shadows
The faint scent of night-blooming jasmine on the breeze
A rusted wrought-iron gate creaking open to the path
Fog rolling in, obscuring the distant sound of the surf
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àŒ on the most fertile moon of the year, rafayel finally claims you as his true bride and the mother of his future heirs
⯠warnings; sorta sequel to her and the sea but can be read as a standalone, rafayel x fem!reader, established relationship, MONSTERFUCKING, switch!rafayel, switch!reader, rafayel's lemurian form, sex in a bathtub, reader is coded to be feminine (wears a nightgown), mentions of mermaid genitalia, petnames (my little conch shell, my bride, baby, my love, miss bodyguard), size kink, handjobs, mentions of food, breathplay, breeding, mentions of previous oviposition, dirty talk, praise and degradation, language, let me know if i missed anything
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Like how mashed kelp with prawn hearts were the perfect antidote to third degree burns, or a particularly nasty cold could be healed with sea turtle soup made from the bales found at the heart of Point Nemoâs trenches.Â
Another secret?Â
Male Lemuriansâspecifically those of the Sea God kinds like Rafayelâhad a special mating ritual.Â
You had no idea what you were expecting when your boyfriend called you over to his studio on a random Tuesday morning. As you had a day off from Hunter duties, you decided to drop by and visit, seeing no harm in meeting Rafayel after the innocent text he sent you.
Miss your face, Miss Bodyguard. Care to indulge me with your presence? I wanna show you something coolio lolÂ
You highly doubted the âlolâ at the end of his sentence meant anything innocent, but you had learned a long time ago to figuratively and literally go with the flow when it came to your mermaid boyfriend.
You kicked your bike to a stop by his gravel driveway, staring at the pearly domes of his studio slash home. His front door was left open and you let yourself in, trailing your eyes across the soaring, pristine white walls illuminated by the natural light coming in from Whitesand Bay.Â
âRaffie?â Your voice echoes along the empty hallways.
His huge French doors were left open, the salty sea breeze tugging right at your clothes and hair, bringing a chill into the otherwise sun-warmed room.Â
âIn here.âÂ
His voice floated from the bedroom and your suspicions flared, wondering what he was up to.Â
Ever since that night in the middle of the ocean when he claimed you in his Lemurian form, Rafayel was growing bolder with initiating you into the practices of his endangered people; from the unique seafood feasts he prepared for you down to the different books in a foreign language he loaned you, it seemed as if your boyfriend was eager to show you the full extent of his world and culture.Â
With an open heart and an even more curious mind, you padded to his bedroom where you found the entire space open and bright, the brilliant sunlight nearly burning your retinas. You had to squint and shade yourself from the sudden glare, spotting Rafayel waving at you from his huge bathtub in the middle of the room.Â
âMy little conch shell. There you are.âÂ
You padded over to him, smiling mischievously at the sight of his slick, and bare chest. The cool, crisp bath water lapped at throat, droplets of water clinging onto the tips of his lilac bangs.
âDid you call me over just to watch you splash around?â you tease, sitting on the bench beside the tub, dipping your fingers into the cool water.
Rafayel snorted and grasped your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, the skin of his digits slightly pruned from his time spent inside the water.Â
âHardly. I wanted to ask you something⊠eh, more like, show you something.â
You heard a tremble of uncertainty in his tone which he tried to mask with his usual boyish bravado. Months of dating the elusive Lemurian artist gave you a deeper understanding of his personality, and you could tell behind the breezy invitation to his home, there was a deeper meaning and reason behind his need to have you here.
As if answering your silent, roaring questions, Rafayel turned his indigo gaze to the bright sky opening before the bedroomâs sunroof, the panels pushed to the sides to let in the afternoon heat.Â
âDo you know what day it is today?â Rafayel hummed, pressing his lips to the back of your hand. You had to scoot closer to avoid your arm from submerging in the tub, shaking your head with a teasing smile etched on your lips.
âTaco Tuesday?â you joked and he rolled his eyes. âIâm kidding!â you laughed and added breezily, âIâm pretty sure I didnât forget your birthday or any anniversaries. So, why is today so special?âÂ
Your boyfriend pointed at the bright sky, and you had to squint to follow the direction of his finger.Â
âDo you see the moon there? Looks like a thin piece of cheese?âÂ
Following his guidance, you noticed the pale circle in the sky; almost see-through like a wisp, close enough to touch the burning sun in the horizon.Â
âUh-huh.â
Rafayel snorted. âWell⊠today is a very special day for Lemurians because itâs the one time in the entire year when the moon and the sun will collide.â He gauged your reaction, the confusion on your face making him sigh deeply.
âUgh, humans. Okay, think of it this wayâdo you know what controls the tides of the sea?âÂ
A fairly easy question. âThe moon,â you retorted, furrowing your brow.
Rafayel nodded sagely, like a professor trying to prove a point. âOkay. And do you know what helps things like plants grow?âÂ
ïżœïżœThe⊠sun?â You werenât exactly sure where your lover was going with this, but you played along for his sake.
âGood,â he gets out of the tub and sits on the edge, and you were relieved to find him dressed in a pair of navy blue swimming shorts. Unable to tear your eyes off the water dripping down his muscular thighs, you coughed, feeling your face flush warmly as you mapped the shadows lengthening around the room; a sign of evening arriving.
âWhat does any of this have to do with the fact that you moved the tub from the living room to your bedroom?âÂ
Rafayel gently grasped your chin, lifting your face up to meet his sparkling, bright eyes.
âRemember that night when we made love on the cove in Whitesand Bay⊠when I asked if you were comfortable with me putting my babies in you?âÂ
You nodded, recalling the night like it was just yesterday. Though a week had passed since your last encounter together with him, you could still smell the sea breeze on your skin, feel the stretch of his mermaid cock almost tearing you apart inside out.
âWell, tonight is what we Lemurians dub the Fertile Moonâthe one time of the year where the sun and moon orbit the closest to one another, and their energies are in sync to increase the life force of the ocean and its inhabitants. Do you get what Iâm putting down, Miss Bodyguard?â
Your head was spinning, and youâre not sure if you can make out the innuendo behind his fragmented explanations.Â
âNo⊠I donât think so. Canât you just tell me point blank what it is you want from me?âÂ
You tried to scowl and sound demanding, but it came off as pouty and petulant instead.Â
He grinned, barely able to hide his chuckle when he turned those mirthful, indigo eyes towards you. âWhat I am saying, my little muse is that tonight is the one night where every Lemurian is encouraged to breed so that⊠conception and a pregnancy is a guaranteed success.â
The silence after his words rang like the aftermath of a blurted crass remark.Â
You blanched, eyes widening when he finally helped you put two and two together.
âWhoa, hold upâtonight is the night?â
Rafayelâs eyes twinkled, and he flickered them momentarily to your relatively flat belly.Â
âRemember those eggs I put inside of you? Well, tonightâs their night to shine. I mean, not literally. Youâre not going to glow inside out like a pregnant sea monkey. But, if we made love tonight, itâs a 95% success rate of my babies taking...â
He trailed off, letting you absorb this fact. You take in a deep breath, wondering if this day could get any weirder. Though it had been your idea for Rafayel to show you how mermaids bred in the first place, you couldn't help the feeling that you were biting off more than you could chew.Â
Absent-mindedly, you touched your stomach, almost as if you were trying to feel the smooth, oval deposits your boyfriend had gifted to you 7 nights ago. But, you could barely detect their outline or their presence, wondering how the biological aspect of everything would work.Â
âHey,â Rafayel touched your cheek, trying to get you to look at him. âAre you alright? Tell me whatâs on that pretty mind, lovely.â
âItâs just,â you struggled to speak, and had to take a few, deep breaths to keep calm. âIs this really happening? You really want me to get pregnant with your babies?âÂ
In response, his violet eyes softened, and Rafayel steps down from the tub, moving towards you and getting to one knee. He grasped your hands, bringing them in his damp ones and squeezed them reassuringly. âYou can always say ânoâ, my little muse. Iâm not forcing you to carry my eggs if you donât want to, though I do wish with every fiber of my being that you would. Nothing would make me happier than to know the only woman Iâve ever loved will be the one to carry my heirs and the future of Lemuria inside of her.â
When he said it that wayâŠ
The idea of saving an entire civilization appealed to your naturally altruistic nature, and you couldnât deny the allure of being the one person whom Rafayel trusted to go on this journey with. Besides, your lover would never let anything happen to youâhe would be there with you every step of the way to take care of you and the babies, just like he promised before. And you know he will keep his promises till the end of time.Â
You nodded. âAlright. The Fertile Moon. Half-Lemurian babies. Letâs do it.âÂ
Rafayel gently tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, his voice low and gentle.Â
âAre you sure? I mean, the choice to decline or accept is yours. I will be gentle, but tonight is one of the nights where Iâm afraid nature vs. politeness will not be in play, my little muse.â There was a flash of warning in his eyes. You swallowed hard.Â
âWhat do you mean by that?âÂ
Rafayelâs grip on your hands tighten, and he exhaled a sigh. âIt means I might get⊠rougher⊠and if you can bear it, I will make it the most pleasurable night of your life, sweetheart.â
You paused, considering his words. âWill you hurt me?âÂ
He shook his head instantly. âNever.â
âWill you bite me? Maim me?âÂ
Rafayel shot you a look of exasperation, shaking his head. âNo and no. Absolutely nothing will pierce you⊠well, not too much.â
The addendum stopped you short, and you gave him a cursory look. Rafayel ups the innocent act, gazing at you with his big, indigo eyes which tug on your heartstrings.Â
Eventually, youâre swayed by the look of pure hope in those wondrous orbs and you sigh.Â
âOkay. Fine. Iâll do it.â
Sealing the deal and taking him off guard, you lean forward, kissing him fully on his shapely lips. âLetâs make some half-mermaid babies tonight.âÂ
The chill of the night seeped into your bare skin, the skimpy nightgown you wore barely covering your shins and arms. You had to drive back home and change, returning to Rafayelâs home with your heart in your mouth.Â
A part of you considered the repercussions of such a dealâthe idea of carrying to term a human baby was already daunting, but now you had to factor in the baby being half-Lemurian into the mix.
The doors swung open, as if sensing you and admitting you within the heart of his space. Once drenched in sunshine and heat, Rafayelâs home was now saturated in shades of night, the windows kept open to let in the illumination of the moonâs rays seeping into the white walls and hardstone floors. You followed a trail of roses he left for you, right to the lip of his bedroom door. Heart thudding a mile a minute, you pressed your palms flat on the intricate wood and pushed it open.
Flickering candlelight danced across the walls, shadows growing with your approach towards the bathtub situated in the middle of the room like a crown jewel. Rafayel is nowhere to be seen, but you felt his presence in this space, watching over youâwaiting.Â
As per his instructions, you sat at the edge of the large tub, big enough to accommodate one human and one undecidedly non-human person. The warmth of the candles gave you enough courage to lift your head and take a steadying breath.
But, that breath stuttered out into a whispery gasp at the feeling of strong arms wrapping around you. Rafayelâs lips found refuge in the crook of your neck, kissing up and down the delicate column of your throat. His palms spanned around your waist, dragging up and down your sides, committing your outline to his memory.Â
âMy bride,â he muttered huskily. âYouâre here.âÂ
âMhm hmm,â your voice trembled, and he could feel the fear rocking you apart. âIâm here⊠Are you ready?â
Rafayel doesnât comment on the terror he hears in your tone, or how youâre shaking as if an earthquake is tearing you into two. Gently, he pressed a kiss to your temple, running his hands up and down your stomach in gentle, soothing swoops.
âRelax. Itâll be fine. Iâm here and I wonât ever let you go, my bride.â
He turned you around, and you were confronted by the sight of his bare chest peeking from past a pale, purple robe, gossamer thin and clinging onto his muscular torso and arms. A smirk plays on his lips when he realized you were gawking at him, your attention a boost to his ego.
âLike what you see, Miss Bodyguard?âÂ
Before you could reply, he slipped his fingers in between yours, tugging you closer to the bathtub. Rafayel unties his robe, letting it fall to the ground and you take it as your cue to remove your nightgown, as well.Â
Though getting naked in front of Rafayel was something you had done many, many times before, this is the first time you felt a spike of fear run up your spine. Your breathing came out in stuttering exhales, and you managed to slip the diaphanous material off your body, revealing your bare skin to his wandering eyes. The heat of his gaze was like a hot brand, and you could feel it tangibly caressing the expanse of your skin, imprinting your curves onto his artistic eye.Â
âYou look beautiful, my bride.âÂ
Rafayel gently guided you into the tub, and you shivered when your toes sank in the water, finding it pleasantly warmed. He got in after you, pulling you close to his chest, hooking his chin over your shoulder. The both of you stayed like this for a little while, holding each other close. The briny scent of the ocean floating in from the wide open sunroof above gave this moment a fairylandish feel, making you think you were in the middle of some fantastical dream.
You felt his lips right on your jugular, kissing over your pulse point and shivered.
âDonât be afraid,â his voice had taken on a deeper quality, rumbling against your chest. âI wonât hurt you. It will feel good, my bride.âÂ
Your eyes wandered to the sky, watching the moon burn at her brightest. Rafayel, too, took a moment to absorb the spectacular celestial sight shining from his window, his arms tightening around you.
Something about the romantic and sensual atmosphere finally got to you, and you turned around, straddling yourself on his lap. Your naked cunt bumped against his thigh, and you felt him shiver from the close proximity.Â
Tangling your fingers in his hair, you hummed, leaning forward, close enough for your lips to touch, but not fully. âRaffie⊠Iâm not afraid. As long as youâre here, Iâm not scared.â
That was his cue to give into his primal, oceanic urges. Hungrily, he claimed your lips, those large hands moving to your waist to drag you flush against his body.Â
His quicksilver tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring it slowly; his hands roaming across your body, caressing you with a touch full of desire and need.
âRafayelâŠâÂ
He broke the kiss, leaving a string of spit connecting your lower lip to his, hanging tenuously like a heart about to break.Â
Your lover darted his tongue out, lapping at your bottom lip, his teeth following suit to dig into the plush flesh. He repositioned you upon his lap, tangling his fingers in your hair to tilt your face to the side so he could slot his mouth closer to yours.
This kiss under the moonlight, sensual and sweet, stole a part of your soul and refused to give it back.Â
Perching you on his strong, muscular thigh, Rafayel dipped his head lower, dragging lazy kisses down your jaw, your collarbone, his warm mouth wrapping around your nipples. His tongue teased them, getting them hard. You squirmed in his lap, getting wetter at his every touch.Â
âFeels good, my bride?â He hummed, mouth still latched around your hard flesh and you whimpered, nodding.
Rafayel grinned at your responsiveness, hearing your whispery plea of his name passing your lips.Â
His mouth was better than goodâit was downright sinful and delicious. It felt like every sensation was amplified tonight, your body keyed up to receive his ministrations.Â
Please, you whispered into the dim night illuminated only by candles that bounced off the whiteness of his grin. Touch me more.
âAs you wish, my bride.âÂ
Rafayel paid special attention to your nipples, tweaking them, sucking on them, brushing his thumbs over the hard nubs. Your hips began to drag across the muscular plane of his thigh, rutting and twitching as you struggled to relieve the ache in between your legs.
âMore,â youâre desperate to get closer, to feel him deeper in your body; needing to satiate the lust his touches ignited deep inside of you.Â
Rafayel hummed, a grin tugging on the corners of his mouth as he tasted your desperation, your need to get off.Â
âMhm, I know,â he mumbled in between sloppy kisses raining down your neck, taking his time to taste your skin. âI know, baby. But, weâre going to take it slow tonight, yeah?âÂ
Rafayel would be the death of you. His duality would never cease to render you speechless; bratty, pouty boyfriend in one breath and then suddenly, a teasing force of nature determined to get under your skin and leave you begging.
Your whine graced his heated ears, and he chuckled.
Rafayel⊠no⊠stop teasing meâŠ
Already begging? Your lover raised his lips to the juncture of your neck, biting down softly to bring the blood up, leaving his mark there. That was quickâthought youâd hold up longer than that.Â
Your indignant sounds were masked by his mouth moving back to yours, kissing your protests away.
What was it you wanted to say, my little conch shell? He teased, trailing his fingers down your thighs, igniting goosebumps on your arms. Iâm a tease? Iâm not giving you what you want?Â
He adjusted himself in the tub, the water starting to run cool, sloshing over the edges to dampen the surrounding floor. He lifted you higher into his lap, running his warmed, slightly chapped lips down to your sternum, mapping his way down to the part of you which needed him the most.
You know, Iâve never done this with anyone⊠Rafayel whispered against your flushed skin, nudging you up further until your pelvis bumped his jaw. Youâre always the first one I try new things with⊠his fingertips glide across your thighs, gently nudging them apart.
You make me feel humanâmake me feel alive. His words are lost in your skin as he muffled them with his kisses, leaving a trail of heat in between your thighs, leading right to your pulsing core. Rafayel canât help but chuckle at the sight of your little, twitchy clit, waiting for his tongue or mouth to give her some attention.Â
His touches are languid, caressing your knees, your shins and thighs. He moved his fingers to where you needed him the most, focusing his touch on your throbbing clit, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the slick bundle of nerves which seemed to pulse his name with every touch.
âRafayel,â your moans saturated the air, a blessing to his ears.
âMhm⊠yes, my little conch shell? Feels good, doesnât it?â His indigo eyes looked at you with pure hunger like a deadly current threatening to pull you under.Â
Yes, your breathy whimpers boosted his ego, drawing a smirk on his handsome face. The heat that he sets off in your body when he placed his mouth right on your inner thigh was nothing compared to the smoldering flame about to engulf you when he sucked a hickey onto your soft flesh.Â
âI can smell youâyouâre practically drenched,â Rafayel slurred in between nipping kisses to your thighs, determined to leave his mark wherever he went. I just want to⊠fuck⊠he trailed off.
âWhat?âÂ
Your breathless question made him laugh.
In answer to your winded curiosity, he brought his mouth closer, right to the apex of your thighs and exhaled, warm breath fanning across your folds.
âI just want to eat you whole.âÂ
Warmth engulfed your cunt the second he murmured those seductive words, and your head was thrown back, your moan rebounding across the room.Â
You were so worked up, it was insane how you havenât exploded yet. The taste of you saturated his tongue, dripping right onto his chin and Rafayel lapped you up like you were the water of life, drinking you down in desperate gulps.Â
Those pretty indigo eyes hazed over, his long lashes obscuring his gaze into half-mast as he worked your pussy over with his mouth. Using a slender finger, Rafayel teased past the tight muscles of your entrance, sinking down to his knuckle, curling it forward in a come hither motion as your hips stuttered and bucked.
Rafayel⊠oh, fuckâŠ
He grinned at the sound of your trembling moans, and stretched your perfect cunt around a second finger, applying pressure to your golden spots, determined to make you see stars.Â
Without warning, you felt the girth of his thigh transforming underneath you, growing slicker, harder. Scale-like. The texture of his wrists you were grasping tightly became harder, the skin toughening and lengthening.Â
Water sloshed noisily down the rim of the tub, and from the corner of your eye, you caught the flick of an iridescent tail in mid-air.
Rafayel continued to eat you out, oblivious to your wide eyes and hitched breathing, needing to feel you shatter around his fingers. Latching his lips right to your nub, he traced his name right into your sensitive clit, enjoying how your thighs were tensing and trembling, struggling to hold yourself upright.Â
One large palm guided you to ride his tongue, grasping your hip and helping you glide yourself back and forth over the flat of his pink muscle.Â
Your fingers curled over the edge of the wide tub, one hand tangling in his hair to hold him closer.Â
Fuck, so good, your moans goad him on. So good, Rafayel. More, please⊠moreâŠ
He gave it to you, lapping at your swollen folds, feeling your juices stain his mouth, drip down his jaw.Â
The needy twitch of your hips and the tremble in your moans spurred him on to double his speed and precision, racing to get you right to the edge. From the depths of the deep tub, you felt something hard stirring against your thigh, the thick, scaly ridge a familiar rasp as it grazed against your soft skin.Â
âIâm close,â your quivering moan made his blood thump harder in his veins. âSo closeâŠâÂ
Your orgasm washed over you like a hot tide, nearly making you buckle and lose your footing. Luckily, Rafayel hurried to clasp his larger, merman hands around your waist, holding you upright and slowly easing you down onto his lap. Your quivering moans go straight to his cock, and he was already hard and ready when you sank into his embrace, the tip of his monster girth poking your lower belly.
Without a second thought, you reached for his length, stroking his Lemurian cock with a loose grip, feeling his entire body constrict under your touch.Â
Rafayel expelled a soft groan, the back of his head thumping against the smooth marble of the bathtubâs edge. Scaly and with bumps that felt heavenly between your gummy walls, his cock was a wonder of nature that always left you speechless. Hooded indigo eyes appraised you, and his tongue briefly darted out to touch the corner of his mouth.
âYouâre becoming more bold and audacious day by day.âÂ
Drunk from your orgasm, you managed to give him a grin. âWhat did you say againâthe most pleasurable evening Iâve ever had?âÂ
Arching a brow, Rafayel snorted. âSo, jacking me off is your idea of a pleasurable evening?âÂ
Your lips touched his ear, warm breath fanning across his skin. âWhat if I said yes?âÂ
Putty in your hands and susceptible to your every will, Rafayel had no choice but to let you have your way with him. His hips ticked, pushing his cock further up your weak grip, aching to earn more friction.
âI would say you got me there,â his voice lowered into a husky whisper. âYouâre a handful, you know that?âÂ
âBut, Iâm all yours to handle.âÂ
His smooth and low chuckle sparked a shiver up your spine, that hazy grin and heavy lidded eyes making your stomach flip.
âMhm, that you are, sweetheart.âÂ
The water rippled from the motions of his hips undulating to match your strokes, a pinch appearing on his brow. Despite having a fear of the water, you felt safe in Rafayelâs arms, letting him hold you close as you continue to pleasure him.Â
âDo you want toââ
âI think we shouldââ
He paused, and you giggled at both your eagerness; the simultaneous need. Rafayelâs eyes twinkled with mischief, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear.Â
Without another word, your lover guided you onto his lap, gently pushing your hand away from his cock and gingerly lifting your hips.Â
It started out slow first, with the head of his Lemurian cock slowly breaching you, pushing past the trembling muscle of your spasming cunt. Rafayel was conscious of not slamming into you, knowing you needed time to get used to the sensation of his longer length stretching you out.Â
The sensation of his bulbous head sinking through your walls, and the feel of every ridge and bump hitting your swollen spots was enough to draw full body shivers from you.Â
âFuck,â Rafayel shivered, his eyes darkening.Â
Your breath tumbled out in a shaky exhale.
Palms flat on his chest, you struggled to sink down on him, the water adding more lubrication to help ease you over his impossibly huge cock. The stretch made sweat bead across your brow and you gasped, rocking your hips forward, trying to take all of him in one go.Â
You okay? His mouth on your pulse point soothed you somewhat.Â
Nodding, you felt the bite of pain, your muscles protesting.
Rafayel took this chance to play with your nipples, tweaking and tugging on them; when that wasnât enough, he decided to use his tongue and teeth to get them wet and hard, leaving your body aching for more. His thumb trailed to your clit, rubbing on it as he continued to suckle on your tits, giving them both his undivided attention.Â
Your pussy twitched around him and he murmured, let go for me, sweetheart.
The effort it took for you to calm yourself down enough to take him is tremendous, and Rafayel felt a burst of love and adoration for how much you were trying to please him. The hunger you showed to be perfectly good for him incited his need to spoil you even more, and he quickens the circles on your clit, trying to loosen you up so he could bottom out.
Once you were slick enough, Rafayel didn't waste anymore time, guiding you down on the last few inches, kissing you full on the mouth to quell your trembling moans.
âFuck.â Your cries were intoxicating, driving him mad with desire when he finally sank down to the hilt, a bit of drool dripping from your parted lips.Â
Rafayel didnât hesitate to lap at it, dragging his tongue from your jaw to your chin, tasting the salt of your skin. The moon bathed your skin with pale, silky light, and the artist swore if he wasnât trying to put his babies in you, he wouldâve taken this moment to paint you from scratch.Â
A tick of your hips. Your walls trembled around him.Â
Guttural groans softened by his lips pressed to your neck reverberated against your skin.
Holy shit, his curses sink past your flesh. Shit, shitâyou feel like heaven.Â
Please, move. Your begging elicited a hoarse chuckle from the Lemurian.
As you wish, my bride.
Slow, tantric strokes. Rafayelâs grip on your hips was firm and solid. He kept a steady pace, fucking up into you, the tips of his tail flicking past the tub's rim, catching your eye with its iridescent brilliance.Â
Every stroke of his ridged cock rubbing against your gummy walls felt like a pulsing nirvana. Throbbing, hot, needy. You were completely Rafayelâsâyou belonged fully to the Sea God of your dreams.
Mhm, yeah, he continued to fuck into that same spot, coaxing you with You like that? fuck you like that. Mhm yeah. Uh-huhâgood girl.Â
The tips of his lilac bangs tickled your neck as he sucked more love bites into your neck, hellbent on marking you up as his own.Â
Effortlessly, he turned you in his embrace, encouraging you to press your hands on the bathtubâs edge. This newfound position placed more pressure on your G spot, the tip of his cock nudging that same spot over and over again.
Behind you, Rafayel made it a sport to leave as many hickeys as he could on your nape, your shoulders. The rough scales of his fingertips gripped the plush flesh of your ass, squeezing heartily.
You look so good taking me like this. His rough praise drew goosebumps across your entire body.Â
You tipped your head back, dizzy with lust, mouth parting wide open.Â
In the dimness of the candlelight, Rafayelâs lilac eyes glimmered like amethysts, his hair shining with an ethereal gleam.Â
âMy love, do you trust me?â His heated question pressed into the back of your neck pricked your awareness. The stretch and the bite of pain which mingled with pleasure fucked with your mind, drawing you right to the edge where nothing in the world existed beyond you being impaled on his cock.
âMhm,â your replying moan drew a trembling laugh from him.Â
I have something which will make it all feel better⊠but only if you trust me.Â
Rafayel tangled your hair in his fingers, and in this instance, you wouldâve done anything for him.Â
You nodded.
The pleasure he bestowed on your wrecked body, the gentle way he was asking if he could make you feel even more good, did not prepare you for what he did next.Â
One second, your head was tilted back against his chest, and the next, you were plunged face first into the tub water. Your eyes opened wide, your entire body tensing with fear. Eyes burning, you opened your mouth to scream when he yanked you back to the surface, sputtering and crying out his name.Â
âShit.â Rafayelâs movements doubled in speed, fucking up into you like he didnât respect you one bit. You were panting, gripping the edge of the tub with white knuckles.
âFuck,â was the only word you could manage to blurt out, the tension in your lower belly tightening.
If it was possible, the sensation of his cock splitting you apart felt even more delirious. Dizzyingly so.Â
Your eyes crossed, mouth hanging open, the slick pistoning of his cock in and out of your willing pussy making every nerve ending in your body burst into unending flames.
Raffie⊠fuck⊠do it again.
You were pleading for him to hurt you, the taboo nature of such devious desires making your blood pump harder.Â
There was no need to tell him twice.
Rafayel grasped the base of your head, and your world disappeared into the bottom of the tub, your body bucking wildly, fighting for oxygen as his cock continued to bulldoze into you.Â
He brought you up, and you gasped, coughing loudly.Â
Fuck, your voice was gravelly from swallowing some water. Fuck, that was so hot.Â
You werenât the only one who thought so.Â
Shit, your lover groaned. Iâm close, baby.Â
Lavishing you with praise for being so good, Rafayel held you close to his chest, your back bowing to take all of him in.Â
Youâre amazing, love. My bride, my Queen. Youâre going to be the best mother. The best mate. I love you. I love you so much.Â
The moonlight scattered across the rippling water, reminding you of that time when he had you right on the seabed and you watched the light breaking above the surface.Â
Come for me, my love. His grunts touched the sensitive shell of your ear. Come for me and make me feel goodâare you going to be good for me?
Yes, yes. You chant. Yes, I will, Raffie.Â
Yes, my bride. Fuckâdoing so good. Yeah, yeah. Come, come. Fucking make a mess on me.Â
You could never deny Rafayel what he wanted. At his command, you spilled all over him, your muscles tightening, threatening to spit him out of your trembling heat.Â
So good, so good for me. Coaxing you through your orgasm, he talked you through it, there for every tremble, every quiver and moan.Â
Your pleasure washed over him in waves, and he couldnât hold back the tide, not when going over and spilling inside of you, claiming you as his, is what he has always wanted since the dawn of time.Â
Strings of heat splattered inside of you, filling you to the brim till you thought you could taste him in the back of your throat.Â
Rafayel continued to pump his hips, desperately trying to make sure not a single drop goes to waste.
When the comedown hits, it slammed into you hard. The exhaustion mingled with the fatigue of the adrenaline ebbing out of your veins.Â
You slumped back into his arms, and Rafayel was careful to slowly ease you off his half-hard cock, holding you close in his embrace. The possessiveness that dripped from his fingertips as they stroked through your hair, the heat of his body, warmed you up in the already cool water.Â
The chill permeated through you, though you barely felt it, not when Rafayel was by your side.
A soft kiss was placed on your jaw.
âWas it good?âÂ
You nodded, hazy and dopey from the rush of hormones. âBeyond perfection.â
Rafayel chuckled at the dopey happiness alighting in your eyes, tightening his grip around your waist, nuzzling his face into your damp neck. Now that his primal instincts were cooling off, he could give your wrecked body the attention it deserved.Â
The warmth of his skin seeped into yours. Hard scales turned back to soft flesh, his huge tail transforming into a pair of legs tightening around your midsection, determined to hold you fast to his chest. Languishing in the cool water, you glanced up at the moon, noting a pair of wispy clouds drifting past her luminous facade, reminding you of a couple dancing past a huge celestial spotlight.
Rafayel rubbed your belly with one hand, and you didnât have to ask him what was on his mind to know his raging thoughts.
Placing your hand upon his, you smile at him over your shoulder. The fall of his lilac hair, the softness in his eyes. It made your heart melt.
âAre you nervous?âÂ
Your question, seemingly innocent, held a multitude of layers which he could unravel easily enough after having known you for close to a millenia.Â
âOf the babies? No,â he answered truthfully. âBut, of how will things change between us? Yeah, Iâm terrified.â
You readjusted yourself on his lap, facing him, bringing your arms to wrap around his neck. âAre you afraid Iâm gonna leave you once I find out your babies are bulging inside of me?â you tease.
Rafayelâs pout was endearing, and you laughed, pinching his cheek. âRaffie⊠youâre so silly.â
He huffed, his palms drifting to clasp around your hips, pulling you flush to his chest. âAm I so silly or just worried you might still think Iâm a freak?â
Rolling your eyes, you shake your head. âOuch. You really underestimate me, my love. Youâd think Iâd let you do this if I didnât want it?âÂ
Knowing full well how independent and firm you could be, his worries abated slightly, a smirk worming onto his shapely and perfect lips.Â
âOf course not, Miss Bodyguard. You would never do anything if you didnât love it.â
Your eyes softened. âWell, thereâs your answer.â Under the luminous moonlight, your embrace tightened around him, bridging the distance between 800 years and this moment where you and Rafayel would finally be a family.
âI only do it because I love you.â
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Morocco part 1
summary: Rafe says goodbye to Sofia and leaves her in outer banks while he goes to Morocco, where you are also and the danger that happens there rekindles the spark both of you thought had lost
warnings: mention of death, weapons, cheating, pregnancy, etc. only things of s4
word counter: 9000
author's note: spoilers of s4, many things have been changed but there are still spoilers, english is not my first language, this is long so get ready to read
There was a warm breeze blowing in from the ocean, bringing with it the smell of salt and adventure. You stood on the shore, watching the waves crash against the sharp, black rocks of the Outer Banks coastline. The sunset dyed the sky deep oranges and reds, painting long, brooding shadows across the sand. In the distance, the lighthouse flickered with its intermittent light, marking time. Your thoughts were filled with questions now that you were going to Morocco, and Rafeâs silhouette approaching along the wooden walkway only intensified that unease.Â
Rafe had that look in his eyes that you had always found difficult to read, a mix of defiance and nonchalance that gave him an almost untouchable air. He walked with a confident gait, hands in his pockets, white shirt fluttering lightly in the wind. When he was close enough, you stopped, feeling tension take hold of your muscles. He noticed your expression and, without a word, stood beside you, staring out at the ocean as if you shared a secret that only he understood.
âHow are you?â you asked, breaking the silence with a voice that sounded shakier than you had planned. It wasnât a casual question; you both knew he was carrying a heavier weight. His eyes narrowed just a little, and after a moment that seemed like an eternity, he let out a sigh.
âSofia is going to stay here,â he said suddenly, as if he had been waiting for you to ask. His words fell like stones to the bottom of your stomach, sinking you into a feeling of emptiness. âI didnât want to risk taking my future wife to Morocco.â
It took your mind a while to process what he had just said, as if your brain had hit an unexpected wall. Future wife? The icy surprise ran across your skin, leaving you feeling cold in the stifling summer heat. You forced yourself to keep your composure, to not let the confusion become visible, but it was too late: Rafe was already watching you with that look that knew too much.
âAre you engaged?â you finally asked, trying to make your voice sound natural, but feeling the lump in your throat tighten a little more with each word. He gave you a slight smile, which barely curved his lips, but was reflected more intensely in his eyes.
âYes,â he answered, and the weight of that simple statement crushed your chest. You looked back at the horizon, looking for a respite in the immensity of the sea. The waves continued to break, indifferent to human emotions, while you struggled to maintain the balance between surprise and the pain that you did not dare to let out.
Rafe nodded, his smile wider and more sincere than yours. âThank you,â he said in a tone that revealed a kind of relief, as if he had been waiting for your reaction with hidden caution. There was a moment of silence, awkward and dense, in which neither of you moved or looked away from the ocean. The waves continued their eternal back and forth, and for a moment you wondered what it would be like to be anywhere else in the world, a place where Rafeâs words couldnât reach you and where the echo of âfuture wifeâ didnât resonate in your mind like a persistent hammering.Â
The breeze blew harder, carrying with it the echo of distant laughter and the voices of seagulls, and as Rafe looked back out to sea, you felt everything moving around you, except you.Â
You fell silent, allowing the sound of the sea and the wind to carry away the unspoken words. You didn't want to talk about Rafe's engagement anymore, or about Sofia, or what it meant to you. You had learned to swallow your emotions, to let them burn inside you until they became something more bearable, like ashes after a fire. So you didn't say anything. You just nodded almost imperceptibly and took a step back, as if you were walking away from a conversation that had already ended.Â
Rafe watched you with fleeting curiosity, but he didn't insist. He, too, knew when it was best to leave things as they were. Without another word, he turned around and walked back along the same wooden path he had come by, his footsteps echoing in the increasingly dark afternoon. You stayed a few seconds longer, trying to let the cold in your chest dissipate and your breathing return to a normal rhythm.Â
When you finally turned around, your thoughts were already far away from there, beyond the ocean, in the dunes of Morocco, in the legends surrounding the Blue Crown. That relic had been the center of stories and rumors among treasure-hunting circles, a lost jewel whose importance went beyond wealth: it was said to have the power to change the fate of whoever possessed it. And now, it was sought not only by you and Rafe, but also by the Pogues, and others.Â
You had no time to be distracted, and you couldn't let your emotions prevent you from acting with the coolness that the situation required. You returned to your home where on the worn wooden table, the map of Morocco was spread out, with handwritten notes and markings indicating the places you had investigated before. You sat down, letting the weight of determination replace the pang of jealousy and disappointment you still felt.Â
You looked through your things: an old compass that had belonged to your grandfather, oil lanterns, a sharp knife, and a copy of a manuscript with cryptic clues about the location of the Blue Crown, clothes, and a lot of money.Â
As night fell over the Outer Banks and the stars began to twinkle in the sky, you promised yourself that you would find the Crown, no matter how many obstacles stood in your way. You werenât interested in having it, but in what it took to have it, the deals you could make, and how proud your father would be if you did. It would be your victory, your vindication with your father after he nearly âkilledâ you when he found out you werenât with Rafe anymore and you ruined his perfect life by not marrying a Cameron. You pushed those memories from your mind, focusing your eyes on the map and letting the adrenaline and obsession with the search take over.Â
Tomorrow, everything would change.
The Moroccan sun was merciless, a golden blaze that seemed hell-bent on burning your skin and sapping every ounce of energy you had. The air was dry, with a hint of sand that seeped into your mouth and stuck to your skin. You walked through a bustling market, where the aromas of spices, leather, and sweat mingled in a heady, chaotic mix. Vendors shouted in Arabic and French, selling everything from hand-woven rugs to intricately detailed gold jewelry. Despite the fascination you could feel for the place, the heat made every step a struggle.Â
âDamn heat,â you mutter as you wipe the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand. Your clothes, light but already soaked, clung to your skin uncomfortably. You were tired, overwhelmed, and everything seemed even more complicated in the middle of that maze of narrow streets.Â
Behind you, you hear a low, familiar laugh. âAre you really complaining about the heat?â Rafeâs voice comes with a hint of sarcasm you know well. Heâd joined the expedition at the last minute. He wore dark sunglasses and a smile that made him seem completely unfazed, even under the relentless desert sun.Â
âItâs not that different from home,â he adds, raising an eyebrow and giving you a look that mixes defiance and complicity. His words hit you with an unexpected truth, and although you hate to admit it, you agree with a slight nod.Â
âYouâre right,â you acknowledge, trying not to show the irritation you felt. Outer Banks might be stifling, humid, and wild, but this dry, scorching heat had its own way of imposing itself. Still, the comparison was still valid.Â
Rafe stops next to a stall where an old man sells copper and silver amulets. He takes one between his fingers, examining it with that calm attention he used to display before making a major move. His presence is as familiar as it is exasperating, a constant that forced you to stay alert.
âDonât forget what weâre here for,â he murmurs without looking at you, as he returns the amulet to the old man with a polite smile. His words bring you back to the present, to the mission.
You take a deep breath, letting the warm air fill your lungs and force you to focus. âI never forget,â you reply, and although your words sound firm, you both knew that heat, distractions, and personal tensions were silent enemies.
Rafe smirks, a gesture that could be either respect or mockery. Then, without further ado, he walks into the crowd, motioning for you to follow him.
Hours later, night fell over Morocco with the speed of a closing curtain, leaving the air still warm and charged with the promise of new intrigue. The market streets, which during the day were a hive of life, were transformed into a labyrinth of shadows and flashing lights, where low-voiced conversations and distant laughter mingled with the hum of oil lamps. You found yourself in one of these streets, walking briskly alongside Rafe, whose eyes seemed to scan every corner, alert for any sign of movement.
You knew the Pogues were in town. Theyâd been following the treasure trail for almost as long as you had, and though your paths had crossed in the past, youâd never considered joining them. Until now.
âAre you sure about this?â you asked Rafe, feeling the weight of doubt like a stone in your stomach. It was an idea that had seemed absurd to you when it first came up, but the more you thought about it, the more logical it made. Two opposing forces joining forces for a common goal. But with Rafe, you could never be completely sure of anything.
Rafe cast a glance over his shoulder, his lips twisting into a smile that was more of a warning than a friendly gesture. âRelax. It suits them as much as it suits us.â You stopped at the edge of a crossroads, the yellowish light of a streetlamp illuminating half of his face and leaving the other half plunged into darkness. âDonât worry so much, if thereâs one thing I know about them itâs that they canât resist an opportunity,â she added, lowering her voice and moving closer.Â
The meeting was scheduled in an old warehouse near the port, a place where stacked wooden boxes and hanging ropes created a scene that seemed straight out of a pirate tale. The place smelled of salt and damp wood, and the echoes of the waves crashing against the docks filled the space with a constant murmur. When you arrived, the Pogues were already there, standing in a tense semicircle, exchanging glances and whispers. John B, with his disheveled hair and alert expression, was the first to spot you. Beside him, Sarah tensed her jaw at the sight of Rafe, and you couldnât blame her. The wounds between them ran deep, scars that would take a while to heal, if they ever did.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â JJâs voice was the first to break the silence. His eyes, normally full of spark and humor, were now hard as steel. Kie stood beside him, arms crossed and an expression that clearly said he didnât trust what was happening.
Rafe raised his hands, as if to show he had no ill intentions. âRelax. Weâre not here to fight. Weâre here to help.â
âHelp?â John B repeated the word as if it were a joke, and a bitter laugh escaped his throat. âWhy the hell should we trust you?â
âYou shouldnât,â you intervened, taking a step forward. All eyes fell on you, and you felt the weight of uncertainty in each gaze. âBut if we want to find the Crown before others do, we have no choice. Rafe and I know things, we have clues that can lead us to it. And you also have information that we need.â
There was a moment of tense silence. Eyes met, searching for answers that neither was willing to give. Pope was the first to move, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes as if he were assessing the situation. âWhat kind of information?â he finally asked, his tone calculating and full of caution.
Rafe smiled, and you knew heâd been waiting for that question. âWe know the last clue leads to a site in the Atlas Mountains. But itâs not a place you can get to with maps and courage alone. You need someone who knows the terrain, and we just happen to have people who do.â
Kie let out a sigh, lowering her arms and casting a quick glance at her friends. âItâs crazy,â she muttered, though there was a glint in her eyes that suggested the idea, as dangerous as it was, intrigued her.
John B gritted his teeth, his gaze shifting from you to Rafe, then to his friends. There was a decision to be made, and you both knew it. Finally, he nodded, though not willingly. âOkay, but if this is a trapâŠâ
âItâs not,â you interrupted. And though your words were firm, you knew that everyone there had reasons to doubt. The alliance was not perfect, and past scars still hurt. But in the search, distrust would be a luxury they could not afford.
Rafe crossed his arms, pleased, and looked at John B with a flash of defiance. âThen we better get started. The mountains arenât going to wait for us.â
The group exchanged glances, a tacit agreement that felt like a leap into the dark.
Dawn in Morocco came with unexpected warmth, as if the sun had risen early with the sole purpose of testing everyoneâs patience. The souk, which had just awakened with the first light, was filled with life in a matter of minutes: merchants displayed their wares, children ran through the alleys, and the air was filled with the aroma of spices and freshly baked bread. The relative calm of the morning didnât last long.
It had been barely two days since you formed that precarious alliance with the Pogues and, as you feared, things quickly went awry. You werenât sure what exactly had caused the chaos â whether it was Rafe trying to âget informationâ the way he usually did, or whether it was an unfortunate run-in with another group of treasure hunters who had gotten wind of the treasure. The truth was that you now found yourself running at full speed between clay buildings and narrow alleys, the sound of your footsteps echoing off the walls as the screams and curses of your pursuers filled the air behind you.Â
âRafe! This is madness!â you shouted as you dodged a fruit stand that you nearly knocked over in your wake. Oranges rolled across the ground, and the merchant let out an enraged scream that was lost in the melee. Rafe, running beside you with a grin that bordered on reckless, barely turned to look at you.Â
âCalm down, Iâve got it under control!â he replied in a tone that made you want to punch him in the midst of all the confusion. The shadow of a smile remained on his face, as if this was all just a game and not a race to keep his skin intact.
âYou better fix it, Rafe!â you roared, feeling the burn in your legs and the metallic taste of effort in your mouth. âI wanted at least a couple of good days in Morocco!â You couldnât remember the last time youâd had a moment of true tranquility, and in that instant, the desire for everything to be different mixed with the adrenaline that drove you to keep running.Â
Rafe let out a laugh, one you didnât know whether to admire or detest. âGood days? Thatâs not part of the deal, friend.â His words seemed laden with irony, but also with a truth that stuck in you like a thorn.Â
You turned a corner and felt the sunlight hit you directly in the face, blinding you for a crucial second. You staggered and almost fell when you tripped on a small step, but Rafe grabbed your arm and pushed you forward without stopping. The footsteps behind you were getting closer, and you could hear shouts in Arabic that, although you didnât fully understand, made it clear that the intentions were anything but friendly.
âTo the right!â Rafe shouted, letting go of you and pointing down a side street that seemed narrower than the one before. Without thinking, you turned, your heart pounding in your chest like a crazed drum. The alley narrowed even further, and the terracotta-colored walls seemed to close in around you. You could feel the adrenaline bubbling through your veins, sweat soaking through your shirt, and the sound of the chase ringing in your ears as a constant reminder of how close they were.
Suddenly, a thud to your left caught your attention: John B and JJ had emerged from a hidden passage, expressions mixing surprise and relief at seeing you. âWhat the hell did they do now?!â JJ shouted, a spark of reproach in his eyes.
âThis isnât the time for details,â you replied between gasps, and without stopping, you walked past them, followed by Rafe, who still had that impassive smile.
âWe have to split up,â John B said, taking the lead and pointing with a sharp gesture. âWeâll meet at the meeting point! Go that way!â And before you could answer, he and JJ disappeared into another narrow passage, like moving shadows.
You and Rafe kept running, the chase now divided and the sound of footsteps diminishing. The alley opened up into a small square, where the midday shadows were deeper. There, you leaned against a wall, trying to catch your breath and process what had just happened.
Rafe glanced at you, his breathing ragged but a spark of excitement in his eyes. âYou see,â he said, wiping the sweat from his brow with a quick gesture, âthis is what makes everything more interesting.â
You looked at him, feeling a mixture of exasperation and a strange camaraderie wash over you. Maybe he was crazy, or maybe you were crazy for keeping up with him.
After the chase, everything had calmed down, they continued doing their thing during the day and at night when they went to rest at a place where they were staying while you slept you were startled by a thud in the next room. You barely had time to stand up when the door was flung open and a tall man, with scars on his face and eyes as dark as night, pointed a gun at you. âNot a single move, girl,â he hissed in broken English, the threat in his voice as clear as the gun in his hand.
Rafe, who was in the other room, burst in without a second thought. The fight was quick, a clash of bodies and blows that echoed in the small room like war drums. With your heart racing, you searched for something, anything to defend yourself, and your fingers found an old metal lamp. You didnât think about it. With all the strength you could muster, you threw it at the intruderâs head, the metallic sound echoing as it hit him and sent him reeling.
âGet out!â Rafe shouted, his voice a roar that snapped you out of your trance. You moved toward the door as he finished subduing the intruder. Outside, the streets were deserted, a blanket of silence that was almost as dangerous as the bustle of the crowd. You knew they couldnât stay there. They had to move.
The next day, things only got worse. Despite having agreed on a meeting point with the Pogues, the pressure of being under constant surveillance and dodging suspicious glances became unbearable. Pope had managed to decipher an ancient map that seemed to lead to a cave in the Atlas Mountains, but they hadnât counted on the other hunters who caught wind of the advance.
The chase began in the market, with the clatter of falling pots and screams from confused vendors who barely understood what was happening. You leapt up a stone staircase that led up to the rooftops, Rafe hot on your heels and JJ and Kie a few feet behind, bringing up the rear. From above, the flat roofs of the souk stretched out like a makeshift battlefield, dotted with hanging clothes and rusty antennas. The air was thick with heat and dust, making every breath a challenge.Â
Gunshots rang out in the distance, the echo spreading through the streets like a wave. You threw yourself to the ground just in time to avoid a second shot, feeling adrenaline turn your fear into a searing drive. Rafe held out a hand and helped you up, the urgency in his eyes clearer than ever. âWe have to get down from here now!â he shouted over the din, pointing to an old staircase that led to a narrow alley.Â
They managed to climb down and into the tangle of streets, but the sense of impending danger never left. The group briefly took refuge in a cellar, where John B pulled out the map and spread it out on a splintered wooden table. âThe cave is close, but we need to make a detour. Weâre being followed closely,â he said, his gaze fixed on the markings that indicated a winding path into the mountains.
The tension in the air was palpable. No one fully trusted Rafe, and Kie kept giving you worried glances, as if trying to gauge how much more you could take. You were tired, exhausted, but at the moment the idea of ââstopping seemed as far away as peace itself.Â
That night, when the group decided to split up, you found yourself alone with Rafe in a dark passage, the echo of screams and gunshots still haunting you. The shadows on the stone walls seemed to lengthen and twist as if they were alive, too, watching you. You walked in silence, your breathing still ragged and your body on high alert. Rafe, ever alert, stopped suddenly and put a hand on your arm. The touch was cold, but it also had a hint of urgency that made you still.Â
âListen,â he whispered. You barely noticed the sound of footsteps coming toward you, slow and calculated. Before you could process it, someone grabbed you from behind and dragged you into the darkness of an alley. You kicked and punched, fighting with all your might as Rafe tried to reach you.Â
You knew you had been missing for no more than a couple of hours, you had learned to count time without a watch and without getting lost and you knew that you had been exactly two hours with your head covered, except for your mouth.Â
In an unexpected twist, it was John B who appeared out of nowhere, pulling your captor and slamming him against the wall with a force that seemed impossible for his build. Once free, you breathed heavily, feeling the world around you blur. You were tired, but John Bâs gaze, full of concern and determination, reminded you that you were not alone.Â
âWe have to move. Now,â he said and you quickly followed.Â
The streets began to calm down as John B led you through a maze of passages further and further away from the bustle of the souk.
Finally, John B stopped in front of an old wooden door, dark with age and dust. He knocked three times in a rhythmic manner, and the door creaked open. You entered behind him, feeling tiredness creeping through your body like an unbearable weight. The small room you entered was lit by an oil lamp in one corner, casting a dim light that made the shadows lengthen and distort.
There, sitting in a chair with an expression somewhere between worry and relief, was Rafe. When he saw you, his eyes lit up with a flash of excitement that he quickly tried to hide under a facade of serenity. You had no time for words; you threw yourself at him, hugging him tightly, feeling the warmth of his body and the accelerated beat of his heart under your arms. For a moment, nothing else mattered.
Rafe hugged you back, his grip firm, almost desperate. For an instant, he wasnât the troubled, arrogant man youâd shared so many moments of uncertainty with, but someone who shared the weight of the same struggle, the same fear, and the same need to find respite amidst the chaos.
âI thought Iâd have to kill someone to find you,â he murmured, his voice husky near your ear, heavy with a feeling he couldnât or wouldnât admit. You felt his hands tighten around you, as if he feared that if he loosened his grip, you might disappear into the dimness of the room.
âI almost did,â you admitted, pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes.
John B coughed softly, breaking the tension in the air and reminding you that you werenât alone. You looked over at him, and behind him, JJ and Kie had gathered, each with expressions ranging from relief to distrust. Kie smiled briefly, but JJ kept his stance alert, always the first to suspect Rafe.Â
âWe need to decide our next move,â John B said, crossing his arms and glancing around at everyone in the room. âThose following us arenât going to stop, and the cave in the mountains isnât going to sit around waiting for us.â
Rafe let out a low, almost inaudible laugh and looked away, as if he was considering John Bâs words. You felt the knot in your chest slowly unravel, replaced by the determination they all shared: to find what they were looking for.Â
After the conversation, the small room fell into a heavy silence, interrupted only by tired sighs and the occasional creaking of chairs. The tired looks, the few words. The adrenaline of the day was finally beginning to fade, and exhaustion took its place with relentless force. John B and the others found corners in the room to rest, spreading threadbare blankets on the floor and chairs.
Rafe looked at you and nodded silently, both of you knowing you wouldn't stay there. Without exchanging another word, you walked out the back door, into the shadows of the streets of Marrakech. You walked in silence, unhurried but not stopping, following the paths you already knew by heart. The house you shared was a few streets away, a replica of the many modest buildings in the neighborhood, but set back enough to offer you a semblance of privacy and safety.
Upon arriving, Rafe opened the door and let you in first. The interior was dark and cool, a welcome welcome after the scorching heat of the day and the tension that seemed to have been tied to your back like a weight. You closed your eyes for a moment, allowing yourself to feel the ephemeral peace of the place, before letting out a deep sigh and moving towards the small room in the back, where a low, simple bed awaited you.Â
Rafe stood in the doorway, watching you with a mix of tiredness and something else you couldnât quite make out. âDo you want me to make you something to drink?â he asked, his voice soft and husky.Â
You shook your head as you kicked off your shoes and dropped onto the bed. âNo, I just⊠need to sleep. Itâs been too much for today.â You laid down on your side, hugging one of the pillows and feeling your eyelids begin to droop. You didnât expect Rafe to do the same, but suddenly you heard him move. The floorboards creaked beneath his feet, and the lamplight flickered for a moment before he blew out the last spark and everything went dark.Â
You flinched slightly as you felt the weight of the bed dip beside you. You turned your head, and though you could barely see his features in the darkness, you could feel his proximity, the heat radiating from his body. âIâm not staying in that house with them,â he murmured, like an explanation, though you didnât need one. You didnât respond, just closed your eyes, too exhausted to think about what it meant.
The silence stretched between you, only broken by the slow, deep breaths that began to come together. Without realizing it, as tiredness dragged you to sleep, you turned a little, looking for a more comfortable position. Your hands brushed Rafe's arm, and he moved barely, as if responding to your touch was a reflex. Before you could think about what was happening, you felt his arm slide around your waist, pulling you towards him. It was a protective, warm gesture, and although at another time you would have said something, in that instant you only sighed, feeling your body relax completely.Â
With his breath close to your ear and the safety of his arms around you, the tension that had accompanied you for days finally dissolved.Â
The next morning the sun began to filter through the cracks in the window, filling the room with a soft light that contrasted with the darkness you had fallen into the night before. You woke up slowly, eyelids heavy, body still marked by the tiredness of the day before. Without moving, you felt the warmth of Rafeâs body beside you, his arm still around your waist, and for a moment you couldnât help but smile quietly.
You tried to turn around to get out of his embrace without making a sound, hoping you wouldnât wake him, but when you tried to move, something pulled at you. Rafe, still asleep, pulled you closer to him, a gesture so automatic that it made you sigh silently. Your body tensed at first, but then you realized it couldnât be that bad, at least for a moment longer.
âDonât go,â he murmured quietly, his tone rough with sleep. The softness of his words made your chest tighten unintentionally.
You stayed still for a second, staring at the ceiling, feeling the warmth of his embrace envelop you, as if the entire world had disappeared, leaving only that small corner of peace between the two of you. But reality, as always, quickly took over. You didnât want to be that person, you didnât want to confuse yourself or complicate things further. It was a hug, nothing more.
âRafe...â you began quietly, almost afraid to interrupt the peace that had formed between you. âIâm not Sofia.â
The sound of his breathing changed, and then, with a calmness that surprised you, he replied, âI know,â as he held you even tighter against his chest. His words were soft, as if there was nothing to clarify, nothing to change. âI just⊠want to keep sleeping.â
Despite his relaxed tone, you couldnât stay there all day. You already knew that time was pressing, and things were still moving outside of that little bubble of calm youâd shared with him. âThere are things to do, Rafe,â you said, your tone firmer this time. âAnd we need to eat.â
A frustrated sigh escaped his lips at that moment, but eventually he relented. His body tensed a little as, with a grimace, he began to pull away from you, his arm finally releasing you, though his gaze was still a little clouded by sleep.
âItâs okay,â he said, sitting up with a hand on his head, as if trying to clear his head a little before getting up. âBut only because you have to eat.â
The smile that escaped you upon hearing his tired, yet resigned tone was almost inevitable. You got up first, stretching and looking for clean clothes. As you watched him prepare his way to get up.
After a simple but necessary breakfast, with the morning warmth streaming in through the windows, the pace of the day continued. The conversations about the map and the cave in the mountains were quickly forgotten as each of you went about your own business. The chaos and paranoia of the day before had subsided, but danger was still present in every corner of Morocco, lurking in the darkness, waiting for the right moment to emerge.
Rafe, as always lately, had decided to act without thinking too much about it. There was something in his nature that pushed him to throw himself into risky situations without measuring the consequences. And, as always, it ended in trouble.
That trouble came in the form of an old acquaintance who appeared in the square, with clear intentions of collecting old debts. Rafe tried to negotiate, to talk to him in terms he clearly didnât understand, while you watched from afar, feeling a growing unease in your stomach. There was something about the manâs posture, his cold gaze, that told you that they werenât going to get out of this well.
The exchange of words escalated quickly, the tone of the conversation going from tense to aggressive in seconds. You knew it wasnât going to end well, but what you didnât expect was what happened next.
The man moved quickly, his hand searching for something in his jacket. You didnât need to be told, it all happened in the blink of an eye. Rafe had backed away, but the man already had a gun in his hands, and his intention was clear. Rafeâs gaze hardened, and in that moment you understood that he couldnât escape.
The man raised the gun towards him, and the world seemed to slow down for an instant. You knew there was no time to think about it. Fear transformed into action without your brain being able to fully process it. Without thinking, you pulled out the gun you had taken from the cellar the night before. In one swift movement, you aimed and fired.Â
The sound of the gunshot rang through the air, the echo repeating in your ears as the man fell to the ground, with a grunt of pain, the gun slipping from his hand. Quickly, you turned to Rafe, who was only a few feet away from you, watching what had happened with a mix of surprise and gratitude, but also with the awareness of what had just happened.Â
âAre you...?â you began, but the words got caught in your throat. Adrenaline was still flowing through your veins, making your hands shake slightly, but there was no time to reflect.Â
Rafe, after a moment of silence, finally spoke. âWell done,â he said in a tone you couldnât quite read. But there was something in his gaze, a deep gratitude, and also a concern that he didnât want to admit.
âItâs nothing,â you lied, quickly putting the gun away, though your heart was still racing. âBe careful, I need you to be the Rafe who makes deals with the worst people possible and comes out on top.â
Rafe didnât say anything. He looked at the fallen man, then turned to you, and without another word, he nodded. âLetâs move on.â
The two of you walked quickly, away from the scene, the shadows of the streets covering you. Rafe walked a few steps ahead of you.
Your breathing was still irregular, the adrenaline already starting to wear off. The question that had formed in your head escaped your mouth, more out of impulse than out of need to know the answer.
âIsnât there a minute where we have peace? Where I donât have to get your ass out of some trouble?â you blurted out, the irony in your voice evident. You didnât know if you wanted to laugh or scream, but something about the situation made you blurt out that question as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Rafe, without turning around, let out a dry laugh, the one you already knew was the only way he had to deal with the situation, a defense against the chaos that surrounded him. âLike with Sheriff Peterkin,â he said, and although his words seemed light, there was something in his tone that he couldnât hide: the heaviness of that memory.
The mention of the policewoman made you pause for a second. You knew exactly what he meant. That time, long before they got to this point, you remembered the local police who had almost caught Rafe and his family, so he took it upon himself only for reasons that were never fully understood, your father intervened, paying whatever it took to cover it all up.Â
You knew that, in some way, your fatherâs hand was always present, ensuring that Rafeâs problems didnât affect him, although it had left you with a bitter feeling in your stomach. Your father never talked about these situations, but it was clear that he had ways of cleaning up messes that others couldnât. And in some way, he included you in his world, which you were used to and liked.Â
âI know,â you answered with a wry smile. You couldnât help but think of everything you had done to protect Rafe, everything you had put aside for him, for his sake. And what did you get in return? More trouble, more chaos. But at the same time, you couldnât deny that something about that connection dragged you down, something you couldnât control.
Rafe glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, and for a moment, his eyes softened, as if you were reading his thoughts. âThank you,â he said quietly, though it wasnât the kind of thanks that made you feel completely at ease.
âDonât be,â you replied quickly, feeling the moment become more tense than it already was. âI donât need you to thank me, Rafe. This is what always happens. But I donât want to be your fixer all the time.â
Silence fell between you again as you walked through the streets, the sun already warming the air uncomfortably. Your dress, though light at first, now felt sticky and dirty. Sweat ran down your back and the line of your neck, and the dust of the streets stuck to your skin only made things worse. You rubbed your forehead, desperate, and muttered more to yourself than to Rafe.
âThis is unbearable. Iâm sweaty, dirty, and⊠I need a bath urgently. This is torture.â
Rafe walked a few steps ahead, but his eyes shifted to you for a moment, as if he was trying to process what you had just said. He didnât seem worried, but he did seem a little amused to see you in this state.
âI know, but itâs not the most important thing right now,â he said, in his usual, somewhat carefree tone. âWe have to stay focused.â
You frowned as you brushed off your dress. âYeah, sure, very focused⊠but I could be a lot more productive if I wasnât so uncomfortable.â You looked around, realizing how ridiculous it sounded: here you were, running away from one problem after another, and all you could think about was a bathroom.
Rafe, noticing your tone, let out a low, amused laugh, as if the idea of ââworrying about something so mundane in the midst of all the chaos was completely absurd. âItâs not my fault youâre not going to take a bath with me,â he said, as if to joke.Â
You turned to him, one eyebrow raised, and prepared to respond, but before you could say anything, he gave you a small tap on the arm, almost playfully, while smirking. The way he did it seemed so natural, as if everything else around them disappeared for a second.Â
âDonât be so dramatic,â he added between laughs. âYou can wait a little longer before you get in the water.âÂ
He looked at you with that lopsided smile that, despite everything, couldnât take away the discomfort of being drenched in sweat and dirt. But you couldnât help but laugh, despite how upset you were.Â
âEasy for you to say, right?â You said, trying to make a face, but you couldnât help but crack a slight smile. âWhen youâre not the one stuck in a sticky dress with your hair stuck to your face.â
Rafe, hearing your tone, simply shrugged, still smiling. âI promise that once we get somewhere safe, you can shower all you want. In the meantime, just hold on a little longer. Itâs not all that bad, right?â
You stayed silent for a moment, looking at his relaxed face as you walked. You knew he was partly right. In the end, the sweat and heat were nothing compared to what you had already faced. But, despite everything, you couldnât help but think about how much good a nice bath would do you.
âOkay, but donât make me wait too long,â you said in a more relaxed tone, feeling your body ease up a bit as the tension was released with those words. âBecause really, Rafe, I need something more than water to cool off.â
Rafe, looking at you with that look of his, just nodded, and with a mischievous smile on his face, he replied, âI promise, just hold on a little longer.â
You pushed yourself gently against his arm, and laughed.
Although the hours had felt endless, they ended up being productive for you and Rafe. The search for clues had paid off, although not in the way you had expected. They had managed to find some things and talk to some people who would help them, and they had also made some important progress in getting an address that seemed more promising than the previous ones. Despite the discomfort of the heat, the chases they had barely dodged, and the tensions between them, you felt that the hours had been worth it.Â
The streets, which had previously seemed overwhelming and chaotic, now felt more familiar. They had managed to blend in a bit with the locals, and although curious eyes continued to follow them, they managed to move more confidently, at least until it got late. Finally, after a day of intense work and a couple of altercations, night fell over Morocco, and the cool breeze that was beginning to blow made you breathe a sigh of relief.Â
As the shadows lengthened, the city seemed to calm down a bit, the streets less hectic, the heat of the day slowly easing. You were tired, the sweat stuck to your skin was no longer just uncomfortable, but had left you feeling heavy. All you wanted at that moment was a bath, but you knew things couldn't be that simple.
Rafe had disappeared for a moment, perhaps to talk to someone or continue digging into some clue that had surfaced, but you couldn't wait any longer. You quickly walked to the house you had rented, the temporary shelter where you could only think about taking off everything you had endured that day.
Entering the small dwelling, you closed the door behind you with a sigh of relief. You no longer had to be on alert all the time. There was no immediate danger in sight, and at last, you had some time to yourself.
You quickly headed to the bathroom, where a large, old tub was waiting for you, filled with water that still felt somewhat warm, as if someone had prepared everything in advance. You didn't hesitate for a second and, without thinking twice, you began to undress, removing clothes soaked in sweat and dust from the day. Each piece of clothing you dropped on the floor seemed to take a little more of the weight off your shoulders.
You sank into the tub with a sigh of relief, letting the warm water envelop your tired body. You lay back with your arms outstretched on the edge, closing your eyes and letting the warmth surround you, covering you completely. Each bubble that formed on the surface seemed to soothe you more, as if you were letting go of all the stress and tension you had built up.
The sound of the water gently moving around you was the only thing you could hear, and for a moment, you felt like everything else was left behind. You only thought about yourself, and the movement of the water.
The warmth of the water was beginning to relax you completely, and every part of your body that had been tense during the day was slowly letting go. You had your eyes closed, enjoying the moment, when you finally managed to disconnect from everything else, even Rafe's presence. At last, you felt like the world could wait a little.
The soak in the tub was beyond relaxing. Without thinking, you began to completely relax, the hot, bubbling water enveloping your body as tiredness slipped away from you.
You allowed yourself to stay there for a few more minutes, enjoying the peace that so rarely came to you.
When you finally got out of the tub, you felt like new. The water had done wonders on your tired body.
You decided to replace the water in the tub before Rafe arrived. The water you had used was warm, but it wasn't as hot anymore, so you decided to fill it up again for him. You did this more out of instinct than anything else, you wanted to offer him some peace of mind after everything you had been through that day. The sound of the water flowing in the tub was the only thing you could hear as you prepared to go get some clean clothes.
You didn't notice it at first, but when you returned to the living room, you heard the door open. Rafe walked in with his tired, somewhat heavy gait, but it wasnât until you turned to look at him again that you noticed something odd about his posture. Something about the way he walked, slightly hunched over, made you frown.
Rafe was hurt.
The sweat on his face and the blood stains on his clothes didnât go unnoticed. There was some wound, perhaps superficial, but enough to make you worry. You hurried to approach him, but he raised his hand, stopping you before you could say anything.
âIâm fine,â he said, his voice tense but firm, as if he didnât want you to treat him like he was a child. âJust a couple of scratches. A bath will do me good, and thatâs it.â His tone was so direct that it left no room for further discussion, as if the idea of ââbeing helped was something he preferred to avoid.
You stared at him for a moment, feeling a lump form in your throat. You wanted to help, to do something, but you knew Rafe wasnât going to let you do it. You knew him too well to know that he wouldnât accept help easily, especially when it came to something as âminorâ as a wound.
âIâve already filled the tub for you,â you finally said, trying to hide how much it worried you to see him in that state. Your voice sounded calmer than you felt, but there was still a note of concern that you couldnât hide. âItâs ready. Just⊠be careful, okay?â
Rafe looked at you with a crooked smile, that smile of his that used to be so trusting, but now seemed somewhat forced. âThank you,â he said quietly, giving you a slight nod in thanks.Â
You stood there for a few moments, watching him head towards the tub, where he paused for a moment before beginning to strip off his blood and dirt stained clothes.Â
The tension in the air between the two of you was palpable, but in the end, you knew you couldnât just leave him like that. If he wasnât going to accept it, you would take the lead. No matter what was between you, you couldnât leave him hurt and alone.Â
You approached the tub with a clear decision in your mind. Without thinking too much, you grabbed a clean rag and dipped it into the hot water. The sound of the water sliding down his skin, the warmth emitted by the steam, turned it all into a kind of calm that at first seemed disconcerting. Rafe stayed silent, watching you as you moved the cloth gently across his torso, careful not to touch his wounds, cleaning away the dirt that had accumulated on his body.
You didnât think about his nakedness. You knew that, at this point, it was just a practical matter.
Rafe, despite the awkwardness of the situation, kept looking at you, and with a crooked smile, decided to break the silence. âAre you really doing this?â he said in a sarcastic tone, raising an eyebrow, as if he were in the middle of an awkward joke. âArenât you afraid of getting wet?â
You laughed despite yourself, almost unable to help it. The laughter came out of you spontaneously, lightening the heavy atmosphere that had formed a little. âIf I get wet, I get wet. Itâs not like I havenât gotten wet before.â You replied, cleaning the part of his shoulder more carefully, always aware of the wounds.
Rafeâs sarcastic tone never faded, though at the moment it seemed more like a way to cope than anything else. He stared at you, but this time, something in his gaze changed.Â
âYouâre beautiful,â he said casually, as if it were just a comment. But there was something in his eyes that left you speechless.Â
Your heart skipped a beat, and you immediately felt uncomfortable. For a second, you froze. âPlease donât say that,â you murmured, trying to look away to avoid him seeing it in your eyes.Â
The atmosphere between the two of you grew tense, as if the words were floating in the air, weighing more than anything you could say. There were too many things left unsaid between you, too many intertwined feelings, and the complications of everything going on in your lives. But, in that instant, the comment seemed to change something.
Rafe didn't respond immediately. Instead, he gently took your hand, guiding it through the water as you ran it over his chest. The closeness of his body, the way he touched you, made your breathing quicken. Before you could react, he pulled you towards him, into the tub, unexpectedly. The warmth of the water surrounding both of you only intensified the feeling of closeness, of warmth.Â
You stood there, not knowing what to do. Your whole body was telling you to get away, that it wasn't the time, that this shouldn't happen. But something in his gaze, something in the way he held you, made your own thoughts fade away. The doubts and voices in your head seemed to fade away when his lips met yours, in an intense but silent way, as if there was no turning back.Â
Despite what your mind was telling you, what was warning you that this could be a mistake, you couldn't help it. The touch of his body, the unexpected connection, made you lose control for a moment. The pressure in your chest disappeared, and for an instant, there was only the sensation of his lips, of his closeness, of the passion you hadn't planned.
You knew that, after all this, nothing would ever be the same again. But in that moment, you surrendered to the sensation, to the connection you both shared, even though everything around you told you not to let yourself go.
You both stayed there for a long time, in silence, only the sound of the water and the ragged breaths filling the air around you. There was no rush, no urgency to move away. The warmth of the water and the closeness of your bodies enveloped you, and for a moment, you let yourself go, you let the chaos of the world be replaced by the calm that only he could offer you in that instant. The tension between you seemed to slowly fade away, as if time had stopped and everything else no longer mattered.
When you finally pulled away from him, a little dazed, it was Rafe who broke the silence with a soft, but determined voice. âCome on,â he said, taking your hand gently.Â
You didnât have time to say anything else before he led you out of the tub and into the bedroom, but you didnât care. There was something comforting about the idea of ââspending the night with him, of sharing a space, even if it was just for a few hours. You felt calmer than you had in days, something you didnât even know you needed until that moment.
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âsummary: on a calm day back at your home, you shattered away the serenity as you decide to confront feyd about his alleged concubines and the little secrets he seemed so cautious to hide, pushing him further and further to the edge. âpairing: feyd-rautha harkonnen x female!atreides!reader âword count: 4k âwarnings: arranged marriage, jealousy, a bit of implied smut (the actual smut is coming up in the next and last chapter !!!), mentions of sex, mentions of cannibalism, feyd being a slut for the reader (as he should), mentions of killing and death, hot and very passionate love confessions, definitely ooc!feyd.
writerâs note: english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!
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part one ââ part two ââ part three (coming soon)
The week at Giedi Prime went by so fast that you hardly noticed any of it. The first day had been a bit slow and tedious, but the ones that followed turned out to be more than agreeable and enjoyable, Feyd-Rautha had been very concerned about keeping you entertained and as comfortable as possible, showing you every corner of the palace and walking you around the city.
But for now, you were back at your home for the last visit you would have there before becoming a Harkonnen. Feyd was staying close to you through all the reunion, naturally, diplomatically greeting your family.
âYou met his cannibal lovers yet?â Paul's voice echoed inside your head between Feyd's conversations with Duke Leto, your gaze drifting to your brother in absolute alarm, horrified at the question and relieved that, so far, the answer was negative.
âThere are rumors that tell how his concubines feed on the hearts of his dead opponents.â Your brother propelled you with the oh-so-cute information about your future husband. âThe bastard has not one, but three. I guess you'll have to battle it out with them for his love, that was Duncan said.â
âStop it, don't be an idiot.â You snapped back at him, averting your gaze from him to Feyd-Rautha, who was conversing ever so formally with Lady Jessica now.
You couldn't imagine him eating of human flesh, nor fucking three different women at the same time. Although, rumors always started from something and during the few times you had been able to get inside Feyd's head, you hadn't seen anything that was remotely pretty or light.
Paul's words managed to resonate in your head, lingering between the walls with a sense of suspicion.
Maybe that was why he never showed you the intimacy of his chambers... because on his bed lay three women compliantly awaiting for his attention and lust.
For some reason, the false image of him fucking them, bodies intertwined and interlinked, voices whimpering and moaning, made you feel respulsive, your guts twisting like a serpent.
You didn't want to believe it was jealousy, but again, your mind never wanted you to believe anything at all.
The palace of the Atreides stood majestically between rocky mountains, with the golden sunlight falling beautifully on the grayish stone walls, bringing in a warm afternoon. Rising magnificently behind your back, standing like a rocky guardian.
Your gaze was on Feyd-Rautha as you walked together along the outskirts balconies of the castle, your greenish dress swaying in the sea breeze, as did your hair, which you wore unusually loose that day, the sweet smell of it had him crazy.
âDo you like it?â You asked him after a few moments of silence, with a hint of a smile that Feyd noticed as he turned to look at you, noticing as well how you waited expectantly for his opinion of your home, which he knew you always held close to your heart.
After a second, he nodded his head, looking at you intently. âI do.â
His blue eyes, which looked as clear as ever under the natural glow of the place followed you as you walked beside him, keeping himself close to you, he could feel the natural warmth of your body and the sweet smell of your scent.
It was the first time you saw his eyes showing their true color, for back in his home, they rarely reflected so much brightness and his orbs glowed so beautifully in the sunlight. They possessed the most beautiful shade of blue, reminding you of the ocean, of home.
âIt's nothing like my home.â Feyd-Rautha added in a more amused, lighter tone of voice, with a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, lowering his gaze to the ground, noting how the grass softened each of his steps on it.
âObviously. Caladan is everything that Giedi Prime and Arrakis are not.â You answered him, snorting the words out with a soft chuckle that was carried away by the wind, turning your head to look at him once you stopped at the edge of a greenish cliff after descending one of the many rocky staircases that rose up through the hills.
The sea stretched into the immensity of the horizon and the water was uncommonly calm, waves lapping the shore relentlessly. It was a calm and peaceful scene out there, quite the opposite of what you felt inside, as you felt a tempest of emotions raging in your soul.
âHave you been with someone else like this?â
There was another one of your little questions again.
And he pondered the answer, dragging his eyes as blue as the ocean itself in front of them, back to you.
But Feyd-Rautha was rather certain that you already knew the answer, that you already had it, you could tell by the way he looked at you and the way he addressed you. Because it was enough to be clear that he had never been this way with anyone before, he had never spoken to anyone like this and he had never been so pleased to be in someone's company, basically in his entire life.
âThe only people I've ever had this close to me are my family or my enemies, neither of whom I think entertain my presence very much.â Was his reply, honest and respectful. His husky voice, in contrast to the graceful sea breeze was a pleasant and comforting noise to you.
His words were masked with a touch of amusement, as he used to do in the last days when he spoke to you, it seemed as if you brought back that inner child he had, a stranger who felt increasingly closer.
But even using that tone, his eyes told you that he was not lying, that he was giving you the pure truth.
Yet, somehow you were not satisfied with his response. And he knew it.
âHave you been with other women?â
Feyd drew in a breath, half-opening his lips, air hissing between his teeth.
âSo I'm assuming you've heard about the rumors about me?â
And there he was, answering you with another question to challenge you back, to play with your head as he had grown to love to do during the short time you had been in each other's company. Your conversations always ended up being a game of back and forth, a game of a tension that would be cut with the least sharp blade.
âMy future wife likes to guide what she believes by mere rumors?â He pressed further.
And as always, you exhaled the air held inside you, twisting your head slightly, looking at him with incredulous eyes. âThese are not rumors, Feyd âI've seen it.â
His blue eyes narrowed as he walked closer to you, expression both intrigued and yet defiant. âWhat do you mean you've seen it? Don't play games with me now, woman.â
âDon't threaten me, man,â You squinted your eyes as you pronounced the word like poison, almost coming out like an insult. âI'm not afraid of you.â With your own response to his defiance, this immediately silenced him, stopping him in his tracks right in front of you, as you stepped closer to him, your presence growing menacing now. You were really upset. âDo you think that when I marry you I will allow you to go on screwing around with them?â
âYou met them and they threatened you?â Feyd asked in a low tone, maintaining a calm demeanor, though he wanted to know if any of his concubines had dared to even glance at you during your stay at Giedi Prime. His orbs reflected a sensation that ranged to a murderous, bloodthirsty urge, not at you, but at anyone who was stupid enough to threaten you. âTell me, did they say anything to you?â
You crooked your head very slightly, looking genuinely offended by his questioning.
âDo you think I would allow any of your concubines âanyone at allâ to threaten me and go on with their lives?â You replied instantly, looking him up and holding his gaze, as brave as ever. You seemed to be the only one in the whole universe who dared to answer him and put him in his place. And he was loving it, he felt the desire to be broken by you, to let you destroy all his walls and reach his soul. âThey'd already be dead if they did.â
An amused grimace twisted his lips, gaze darkening with pride, desire even, approving of your words, feeling suddenly small under the vastness of your aura, dark and menacing now.
âDon't worry about them.â His words sounded humorous this time, just as his fingers laced between yours, he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, an attempt to reassure you. âSoon I'll be all yours, sweet girl.â
You frowned your brow slightly, as did your lips, still looking offended. He squinted his eyes, hissing as he realized he had said the wrong thing, yet again.
âI'm not sweet.â Your hand released his, your annoyance rising with the seconds. âI'm not one of your pets you can treat as sweet, Feyd-Rautha.â
He raised his brow, following you with his gaze, puzzled, as you turned around and began to walk back to the palace, turning your back on him and leaving him to talk alone.
âOne of my pets?â He questioned, with that amused grimace plastered on his mouth again, as he began to follow your hurried footsteps, his pale face reflected a blend of frustration and irritation. âDo you think I would treat you like one of my pets?â
His voice sounded so husky and frustrated and delicious that you felt like just stopping and jumping on him right there. But your own self-respect and pride were more important, you wanted to believe.
Seeing that you weren't planning to stop, Feyd tried to stop you by grabbing your arm, but his hand remained over your smooth skin, with no major result in trying to calm you down, so he cleared his voice, making the attempt to be as cautious and reassuring with his words.
âI think you must understand that desire and lust is something we all possess, my lady, not just men.â
He was physically relieved when you stopped to be able to look at him, with his hand lingering on your forearm.
But your eyes were still dark with discomfort when they met his once again. âI won't be one of your girls, Feyd-Rautha.â
His lips parted, brow furrowing slightly, his voice kept low. â(Y/N)ââ
He stood right there, utterly speechless, with his voice caught in his throat, watching you walk away from him, striding with steps that exuded pure anger up to your rocky palace. His hand dropped from your arm and returned to his side, now far from your warmth and heartbeat.
It took Feyd-Rautha a couple of minutes to pull himself together, sighing heavily, a small smirk curving his lips as he began to walk the path back to the Atreides' palace.
He was absolutely thrilled to discover this side of you that he hadn't previously seen. You were truly frightening and he was loving it.
By the time the moon was bright in the center of the dark sky, shining through the thickness of black, a pair of soft knocks sounded against your chamber door and you didn't have to use any hint of your skills to know who it was.
He looked at you with those now dark blue eyes from across the threshold, arm resting lightly against the grayish stone. He looked strangely troubled, look shadowed.
âHave you always been such a perfect seductress?âFeyd asked you just as you made a questioning gesture with your head. âHow many men have you seduced like this?â
You looked him up with doubting eyes, frown slightly furrowed. âWhat are you talking aboutââ
He interrupted you in a scratchy voice, fearing somehow, that someone else might hear him, that someone else might witness how desperately vulnerable he was being, for you.
âYou've broken me. All I can think about is you.â
Feyd took one step forward and you one step back, so you two moved as if you were in a kind of dance until he eventually entered your chambers, pulling the door shut behind him.
âI can't handle not touching you. It's a rule I'm on the brink of breaking for you.â He whispered and your breath caught in your throat, exhaling air in a stuttering gasp. âAnd I shouldâ I'm expected to be a gentleman. I'm supposed to behave myself, keep my composure. But you⊠you are driving me crazy, woman, you play with my head, you've bewitched me.â
You could really see that he was trying to explain himself for you, attempting to articulate everything that was going through his head and you knew that it was very unusual for him to speak out loud about his feelings. And now, you were the one who couldn't say anything at all.
It was true, the most important rule your mother had emphasized to you was that you were not to get involved sexually, or in any way with your betrothed, until the very day of the actual wedding, as that particular night was meant to be consumed.
âYâyou shouldn't be here, my lord.â You managed to utter out after a few hesitant stutters, feeling your back brush against the wall and having him in front of you, trapping you against his body. He seemed to be struggling against his body, against his desire and instinct, hesitant hands twitching at his sides, nearly reaching out instinctively for your body.
âYou were so bold back there talking back to me, what happened now? Aw, what happened, pretty?â He asked in a more teasing tone of voice, holding your gaze. âWe could put that mouth of yours to good use then, hm?â
âMy lordââ
âCall me by name.â He demanded, he begged you, whispering.
âFeyd...â You named him so obediently that it made him smile darkly to himself. âSomeone might listen.â
âAre you afraid that someone will find out that two people who are getting married desired each other?â Feyd asked, half-closing his eyes and breathing out through his nose, as if trying to compose himself, trying to convince himself more than you. âThere is nothing wrong for a husband to crave for his wife, right?â
You gulped, and his eyes instantly landed on your throat, watching as bone and muscle moved beneath the flesh, his tongue twitched, aching with all his will to be able to just lick the skin of your neck.
âI guess not.â Your voice trembled even when you were trying extra hard to sound confident and certain. âBut we are not yet husband and wife.â
âSoon...â Feyd muttered, almost as if he was making a promise, uttering a vow.
His eyes closed as he finally rested his forehead against yours and suddenly, you were breathing from the same air. His trembling breath was warm against your lips and his scent was everything you could have ever craved... and it felt so familiar that your soul seemed to shudder, like something you had smelled all your life, something that had haunted you even in dreams, forever present but yet always so far distant.
âCan I touch you?â Feyd breathed out against your mouth after a few moments.
You didn't answer him verbally, instead you slowly took his hands between yours, fingers placing them in parallel against his, allowing you to feel every inch of the imprint drawn on his fingertips as you dragged yours across his palm, both feeling the size difference.
Then, you rested his big, calloused hands on your waist, allowing him to touch and hold you as much as he wanted and to permit him to do so, a single sight on your eyes was all it took.
He hissed as his hands molded the curve of your waist and instantly afterward drew you into his body, pulling you fully against the wall behind you. Your back arched instinctively and you gasped too, so softly, your chest pressed against his with the motion.
âTouch me.â Feyd-Rautha pleaded, he had never pleaded so... desperately for anything ever in his life.
That was your allowance for your hands reaching for his body, out of control, one making a slow path up through his strong arms while the other rested against his chest, feeling the beat of his heart under your palm, beating echoing your own. Your fingertips gently patted his muscles, recognizing his skin and his body. You got the abrupt urge to claim it as yours. To claim him.
You felt yourself blushing at all the overly imaginative and lustful images of him invading your head.
His nose brushed against yours, nuzzling it affectionately, still without opening his eyes, as if he were in some kind of dream from which he didn't want to wake up. His fingers caressed your belly, tracing a slow caress across your entire abdomen upward, while his other hand gripped your waist, holding you against him.
His touch triggered an immediate reaction across your flesh, skin shivering under his fingers.
Feyd whispered your name like a prayer, like a thirsty man, crawling and screaming for water.
âI'm trying to be good...â
âDon't be.â You whispered back, almost begging, looking up at him, gaze meeting his once he opened his eyes. âPlease, Feydââ
Then finally his lips landed on yours, initiating a kiss that you both craved so much, maybe he more than you for the way he brought you close to him, almost possessively, like a mad man, almost as if he was imprinting his mark on you, marking you for whoever had the courage to look at you.
He let himself sink in the way your lips fit against yours, in the warmth your body offered him, in the all too familiar sensation he could sense in every single fiber of his core from the kiss, your kiss.
Feyd-Rautha felt like a roaring beast just unleashed, ruthless and insatiable, just like when he walked into the arena, eager to kill, rooting against his opponents âand now he was rooting for you, to be near you, to intertwine his soul with yours, to claim you as his own.
And claiming you he was, his scent covered you all over now, making you feel a burning sensation in the pit of your stomach, throbbing crotch, blood seething like an infernal flare. Anyone who came near you would not only smell you, but him too, on every inch of your body. His hands roamed just under your breasts, rubbing across your ribcage and sliding down your back, fingers just barely grazing your ass, pressing you tightly against him in desperation, grasping and squeezing as much of your tender flesh as they could.
Your own palms roamed up his chest, caressing his broad shoulders, all the way up to his neck, tugging him closer to you in desperate motions, impossibly close.
When your bodies begged for oxygen, you broke the passionate kiss, leaving you both breathless. He kissed you once more, allowing you to breathe just for a few seconds before all you breathed was him. He wanted to become your oxygen, something indispensable to you, something you needed to live with, a necessity.
âYou're the only one.â Feyd-Rautha mumbled out as his hot and soft lips trailed down a wet path all the way to your neck, tracing the line of your jaw with sloppy kisses, each time his lips pulled back from your skin a wet noise echoed and filled the room, making you gasp.
You could feel the way his lips were modulating each word against your skin, as if using a language so intimate and so tight that it took your breath away. A language known and used just between the two of you.
With desirous eyes he looked at the dark crimson mark he'd left on your throat before raising them across your flushed face, his hands cradling your jaw, thumbs caressing your skin tenderly.
âWhen my uncle gave me the announcement that I was to marry you, I kicked them all out.â He continued to explain, pecking your lips a couple of times before kissing each cheek, your forehead, your eyelids, your nose, every single feature of your entire face, with the utmost care and adoration.
No one had ever looked at you the way he was looking at you right now.
Feyd rasped out a small chuckle, breath warm tickling against your nose. âAnd by kicking them out I mean I killed them.â
His comment didn't surprise you at all, in fact, it didn't even provoke a reaction in you. During the week you had been in his company, you had already gotten used to Feyd-Rautha's -almost cruel- honesty and sassy remarks, you were just starting to get used to his very eccentric and unique attitude. Because the na-Baron's personality was something that was most captivating to you, he was so different yet so similar to you.
âOf course.â You replied, trying to hold back that dark grin on your lips, an action that caused him to kiss you once more, his attention was on your mouth the whole time as you spoke to him in that tone of voice. âI would expect nothing less from the Feyd-Rautha and for my future husband.â
Again he rested his forehead against yours and you were the one who kissed his lips this time. It had become a reassuring habit in a span of less than five minutes for both of you.
âI can't do anything to you until we get married, my uncle would find out otherwise. I have âwe haveâ to behave, my love.â
He seemed to read your mind this time, or maybe it was the way you were looking at him, biting your lower lip gently, eyes darkened with desire, silently begging him to just take you right there against the wall when he called like that.
Perhaps Feyd-Rautha was a hopeless romantic just like you or he simply desired you in ways that went beyond mere sex or plain lust.
âAre you afraid of him?â You softly asked him, your fingers stroking the back of his neck, feeling the smoothness of his skin. Your fingertips followed the trail of one of his veins marked on his neck, making him gasp lightly.
âHave you seen him?â Feyd responded with another question, a curved little smile on his lips, his tone of voice directed pure sarcasm. âI don't think I'm in such a position as to challenge the Baron.â
You nodded your head, fingers stroking his cheekbones now, tapping the moles that spread across his face affectionately. âHe's terrifying.â
Your heart seemed to melt as you watched him close his eyes and lean against your hand, kissing the palm in action.
âMhm...â Feyd hummed, watching you attentively, as if he was memorizing every inch of your face. Suddenly, his expression changed to one of amusement.
âWere you seriously jealous of my darlings?â
Your heart seemed to drop to your stomach and burn with your guts as you heard the nickname fall from his mouth.
âCall them that again and I'll cut your throat.â You murmured against his lips, kissing them slowly before pulling away from his body, looking up at him with dark, yet playful eyes, your hand roaming across his chest until it fell to your side as you stepped away. Then you made your way towards your bed with a very slow pace, under the attentive gaze of his azure eyes following every movement of your hips.
His heart âapparently non-existent until thenâ was pounding like crazy inside his chest as his lips parted, for once again you had left him speechless.
That was living proof that you were simply made for him. And he for you.
And maybe that just meant you were each other's weakness, people would say so.
But he felt just invincible in your presence, as if your company made him behold the whole universe, gave him the power of the all galaxy at hand, making him feel like the only man in existence. Your man.
Feyd-Rautha had never felt so desperate to make you his wife and finally call you his.
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Pining Zoro and blind-to-it Reader?
un-certainly
opla!zoro; 3,422 words; fluff fluff fluff so much fluff, straw hat!reader, fem!reader, (seeminlgy) clueless!reader, lots of pining, banter, teasing, smitten!zoro, the whole nine yards
summary: in which everyone knows zoro's got it bad for you, except for you, of course.
one.
âso⊠i should just⊠talk to her.â zoro says uncomprehendingly, blinking at an exasperated nami, who has to take a long, steadying breath to keep from shoving him overboard. the waves beneath them are calm, the day above them, a gorgeous, endless stretch of blue so brilliant it almost pains the eyes to stare.
nami resists the urge to pinch her nose bridge as a dull ringing starts to echo in her ears.
âyes. sweet god â just go up to her and say âhey, i think i might like youâ and i guarantee you, things will go from there.â
zoro shifts his tightly knitted arms, squinting at her as if she might be lying or purposefully luring him into a trap, âgo? so thereâs a chance it could go badly.â
this time, nami really does drop her face into her hands, groaning loudly.
âwell thereâs always a chance it could go badly ââ
âsounds like a bad idea to me.â zoro looks away, eyes still narrowed as the light sea breeze ruffles his hair, a colony of news coo squawking loudly overhead, one of them dropping down to careen towards the going merry, landing on the thick white railings next to them, ruffling itâs feathers as nami pushes off to dig in her pocket for some berry.
âoh! newspapers here!â your voice makes both zoro and nami jump, and a second later youâre bounding up the stairs to the forecastle deck and stuffing some berry into the news cooâs bag. your arm brushes by zoroâs as you lean over to offer the news coo a piece of dried shrimp, which it considers for a second before leaning forward and gobbling up.
nami gives zoro a soft shove from his other side, leveling him with a meaningful look before turning and making a show of going to check on her tangerine grove.
zoro doesnât have time to glare before the news coo takes off with a pat-pat-pat of wings, leaving you and him very much alone on the sunny fore-deck. he purses his lips, casting about for something to say even as you hum happily to yourself, your arm still painfully close to his as you unroll the newspaper and flip though, blissfully unaware of the inner turmoil of the man standing next to you.
âuh â anything interesting?â zoro asks, desperate for something, anything to fill the silence.
you shrug, ânope⊠just the usual â uptick in piracy along the coast, tightening of marine patrolsâŠâ you turn and cast him a grin that makes his stomach twist inside him like a contortionist from buggyâs freakshow.
zoro clears his throat, thumbing absently at the hilt of his swords before taking a deep breath.
âhey â uhâŠâ
âhm?â you turn towards him, with your wide attentive eyes and your stomach-curling smile.
zoro blinks, his gaze flickering from your soft button nose to the way the wind twines its fingers in the loose strands of your hair. two twin pearls glitter from the lobes of your ears and he feels the tension melt from him as he sucks in another breath.
just say it, nami had said, just tell her.
really, how hard could it be?
âi uh â thereâs something i wanna talk ââ
âwait, hold still,â you say, your eyes going wide as you lean forward suddenly and zoroâs visions tunnels in around him â youâre close, closer, too close/too close/too close!
your fingers card through his hair and he has to bite back the shiver that rockets down his spine as you pull your hand back with a black-tipped feather.
âthe news coo left you a present,â you say, laughing as you offer him the feather.
zoro considers it for a second before taking it from you.
âit couldâve left worse,â he says, recalling the few times that heâd gotten bird shit in his hair.
you giggle; the sound makes him want to scream but instead, he settles for clearing his throat again.
ânow, you make a wish,â you say, nodding towards the feather in his hand.
ânever heard of that before,â he frowns slightly, âthought you could only wish on dandelion seeds andâŠâ he waves at the endless stretch of sky above you, âshooting stars and stuff.â
your smile is so wide that zoro thinks his cheeks might start to hurt for you.
âhavenât you heard that rules are meant to be broken?â you ask, offering him the feather again. he looks at you, then at the feather, and the back at you.
âokay â i wish ââ
you squawk flapping your hand, âno! you canât tell me what the wish is! otherwise, it wonât come true!â
zoro smirks, cocking an eyebrow, âi thought rules were meant to be broken?â
you blush the most darling shade of red and he decides to take it easy on you (and, honestly, himself). so, he plucks the feather from your hand and closes his eyes, making a soft, silent wish. a wish that, in truth, heâd been making since the moment he met you.
when he opens his eyes, itâs to find you staring.
âkay. now what?â he asks, rolling the feather between his thumb and forefinger.
ânowâŠâ you gently tug the feather from him before opening your palm and letting the wind whisk it away, âyou let the sea take your wish. and if youâre worthy, itâll grant the wish for you!â
zoro lets out a breathy laugh, âif iâm worthy? and howâs it supposed to know that?â
you lean in, and if it were anyone else, he mightâve been annoyed, but with you, somehow, he finds himself charmed.
your voice is conspiratorial as you whisper, âbecause⊠the ocean knows all the secrets the sky canât keep.â
two.
at dinner, with you by his side, usopp detailing some imaginary adventure, nami laughing, sanji blowing smoke rings towards the middle of the fire-lit deck. your cheeks are pink from the wine everyone is passing around and for a second, you bump into him and turn â he turns towards you too â
your eyes catch like unsuspecting fish to a bobbing hook and zoro feels his stomach tug as you grin up at him, the night sky caught in the flutter of your lashes.
he canât help the way his gaze flicks down to your lips, and then back up again.
âfeel like sharing?â you ask, nodding towards his half-finished bottle.
wordlessly, he hands the bottle to you and watches as you bring the mouth to your lips and take a long drink. he tracks the soft bobbing of your moon-lit throat and feels his own mouth go dry at the sight.
across the fire, sanji watches with a growing smile and nami rolls her eyes.
âoi, moss-head â mind if i take a swig too?â sanji asks as you hand back the bottle, dragging the back of your hand across your lips, and zoro turns to pin sanji with a glare.
âget your own,â he says, before polishing off the rest with a few hard sips and tossing the bottle into a rapidly growing pile.
zoro licks his lips and tries not to think about the way your lips had fit around the bottle just right; he tries not to wonder if youâd taste like wine. or, if heâd even have the mind to think that far if you were to let him kiss you.
three.
â⊠and then, you pull it through⊠like this?â you slowly bring your arm through a swiping movement, your hands clutched around the hilt of a wooden training sword. zoro sighs, shaking his head.
âuh â not quite â here,â he pushes off from the barrel heâs sitting on to circle around behind you, wrapping one hand around both of yours, the other palm curling around your middle to press against your stomach, âyouâre breaking in your waist again â keep your core tight and ââ he helps you swing the sword through in a swift arc.
âoh.â
it takes him a second to realize how close you are, how he can feel your entire back pressed against his entire front, how perfectly you fit into his arms, how easy itâd be to hold you to him and never let go.
âso just⊠practice that a few hundred times,â he says, stumbling back as his cheeks go hot and he feels the inexplicable urge to toss himself into the calm, saltine waves below, if only to cool down just a bit.
âwill you practice with me?â you ask, your smile wider than the sky is wide â zoro is sure.
he blinks at you for a second before making a show of sighing and rolling his eyes.
âah⊠i guess i could use a bit of practice too.â
he pulls out the wadou ichimonji and takes his stance next to you.
âready?â he asks.
you nod, glancing over and adjusting your posture.
âokay, how many are we doing?â
zoro casts around for a number, âa thousand.â
âzoro!â
âfive⊠hundred?â
you cast him a look that makes his stomach flip inside him.
âhow about we start with a hundred, and then iâll see how i feel from there?â
zoro clicks his tongue, smirking, âi could do a hundred in my sleep.â
you make a show of rolling your eyes, âfine then â go take a nap!â
zoro huffs as he clears his throat, âright then â letâs start â one, two ââ
you squeak as you hurry to catch up, jumping as he reaches out a hand to correct your posture.
up on the foredeck, luffy watches with usopp by his side.
âhey! i wonder if zoro would teach me sword tricks if i asked!â
usopp sighs, clapping luffy on the back even as he shakes his head.
âuh â not that i think he wouldnât but ⊠maybe you should just⊠let them do their thing, yeah?â
four.
âi think you really should tell her,â luffy says, slapping zoro on the shoulder, a bit harder than heâd intended. zoro winces, pressing a palm to his chest â still sore from their recent raid.
âi donât know what youâre talkinâ about.â
luffy laughs, leaning forward against the railing, ânami said youâd say that.â
zoro fights the urge to scowl as he sighs, his eyes narrowed at the damnably calm horizon. at least if the weather werenât so nice, he could make up an excuse to leave but â
âreally, whatâs the worse that could happen?â luffy asks.
zoro grunts, shooting luffy a sidelong look, âoh i donât know, she doesnât feel the same and shit gets awkward and ââ he waves a hand at the going merry, âthe crew falls apart.â
thankfully, luffy doesnât pause to call him out on for once not denying it.
instead, he lets out a contemplative hum, âhm⊠yeah, that could happen. but⊠i donât think it will.â
inside his chest, zoroâs heart clunks, strange and uncoordinated.
âwhy? she say something to you?â he canât keep the curiosity from his voice, the stomach-squeezing anticipation heâd only ever associated with the heat of battle and a really good fight. but now, he feels it whenever you get too close, and he wonders if he can go insane like this â if one day his heart might just give out.
ânope!â luffyâs voice is too bright, too cheerful, and zoro feels himself rolling his eyes before he can stop himself, âiâve just got a feeling!â
âa feeling.â
âyeah! and â have a little faith! the straw hat crew isnât that fragile.â
with that, and another hearty clap to the shoulder that leaves zoro hissing in pain, luffy clomps off towards the kitchens, where sanji is already doing dinner prep. zoro lets out another sigh as he straightens, carefully stretching his arms to test the range of motion.
above him, a flock of migratory geese fly southward in a soft, arrowhead formation. zoro holds up a hand to shield his eyes from the sun as he watches them pass overhead.
a single feather flutters down towards him and he finds himself reaching out to catch in the palm of his hand.
a wish, huh, he thinks, twirling the feather between two fingers before casting around to make sure no one else can see him. satisfied that everyone else is either too far away or below decks, zoro closes his eyes and makes a wish â
alright roronoa, please. donât fuck this up.
five.
âahem.â zoro clears his throat after dinner, making a point to down a couple more drinks than usual. heâs never been one to believe in liquid courage, but⊠it couldnât hurt, right?
âcan we, uh, talk?â
you smile a smile that threatens to crack his chest wide open, nodding.
âsure! whatâs up?â
across the room, sanji visibly stills but nami catches his eye and shakes her head ever so slightly.
âcâmon⊠not in here,â zoro says, jerking his head towards the hallway that leads to the decks above.
âwhatâs got you so secretive all of a sudden?â you ask as he leads you all the way up to the crows nest, reaching down to help tug you up, letting his hand linger in yours as you grin up at him.
âiâm allowed to have secrets,â he says, turning to stare out at the darkened sea, the summer moon hanging low and full-bellied over the glittering waters, the stars winking like so many all-seeing eyes.
âwe all are, but⊠i thought weâd gotten all your big ones after that one night the whiskey bar ââ
zoro coughs, âalright, alright â donât need to bring that up again.â
you laugh, leaning forward to pillow your cheek against your crossed arms, propped up along the edge of the crows nest.
âso? whatâs this new secret, then?â
zoro swallows, âuh â wouldnât exactly call it new.â
âalright then, an old secret.â
ânot super old, either ââ
you turn to look at him, half-exasperated, half-amused, but when you catch sight of his expression, you still, pressing your lips.
âzoro? is⊠everything okay?â
he ticks his tongue against his teeth and lets out a long breath, as if bracing himself for something before he says â
âyeah. i think ââ he clears his throat again, trying to recall what nami had said about just saying it and he tries again.
âi think i might like you.â
the coil in his chest feels tight enough to snap, but youâre quiet as he turns to steal a glance at you.
âoh,â you say, you expression curiously contemplative as you look out over the darkened seascape.
zoro has to physically stop himself from shaking you by the shoulders â say something, goddamnit! say anything!
âsoâŠâ he says, knitting his arms across his chest instead.
you turn towards him, your eyes bright as twin stars.
âyou think you might like me, right?â you ask, and for a second, zoro can only blink down at you, completely thrown by your lack of reaction. of all the things heâd imagined you doing â everything from getting angry to apologizing to throwing yourself at him with an impassioned speech about how youâd felt the same since the beginning â this was not one of them.
âuh⊠yeah, pretty sure thatâs what i said.â
you cock your head, a quick, bird-like gesture that makes zoroâs heart skitter inside his chest, threatening to leap from his mouth as you continue to stare up at him, completely unabashed.
âah⊠so what do you think we should do then?â
zoro stares, â⊠do?â
âyeah, because if youâre not sure if you like me⊠we should do something to make sure, right?â
and itâs then that he sees the soft, playful uptick of your lips, the glittering darkness behind your eyes. the tension in his chest seems to loosen even as he lets out a breath, chuckling before quirking an eyebrow and taking a step towards you, caging you in against the crows nestâs edge.
âmm. youâre right â i can think of a few things we could try, though.â
âyeah?â you voice is little more than an exhale on the wind, but itâs the last thing zoro tastes before he finds his lips on yours.
as far as kisses go, zoro would later think back, it was a pretty damn good one.
it started as a slow kind of kiss, a soft, unfurling of breath on breath, and then lips on lips. the ghost-friction of promises made and kept and unbroken, the first spark to a fire that had been threatening to consume him since the moment heâd heard you laugh.
and then â just like that, heâs kissing you. and youâre kissing him back, the gravity and inevitability of it making his head spin even as he presses in closer. it is sweet and warm and trembling â soft and hard and deepening. he runs his tongue along the seam of your mouth and savors the way you gasp open for him.
just him.
he swallows it like he wants to swallow you, reaching up to sink his fingers into the silk and gossamer of your hair, pulling you so close he can feel your heartbeat thrumming against his chest, your nails as they curl into the linen of his shirt.
it takes everything inside him to pull back, and everything else left not to dive right back in again. youâre both panting, a little breathless, and zoro â a lot relieved.
âsoâŠâ you say, your tongue flickering out to lave across your bottom lip.
zoro doesnât try to stop his eyes as he tracks the spine-tingling motion.
âso?â
you grin, biting back the shiver that chases through you at the deep, base rumble of his voice, echoing from his body to yours.
âwhatâs the verdict? have you decided if you like me yet?â you ask, batting your lashes even as he watches your own eyes drop down to his lips. a dark, warm, purring satisfaction curls inside his chest at the way your pupils dilate, black as the night, bright as all her favorite stars.
âhm,â zoro hums, leaning down to skim a knuckle along your jaw, slowly guiding your face towards his again, âdunno⊠juryâs still out⊠might have to try it a few more times. yâknow⊠just to be sure.â
âmmâŠâ you sigh as he leans down to graze his teeth along your pulse point, fingers tightening around your waist as he feels you tremble in his arms, ây-yeah⊠wouldnât want you to be ââ you hiccup as he sinks a soft bite into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, âuncertain.â
ânoâŠâ and his voice is all groan and gravel as he lets himself breathe you in, âwe certainly wouldnât want that.â
bonus.
far below, beneath the decks of the going merry, sanji takes a long pull from a post-dinner cigarette, his lips twisting into a concerned sort of frown.
âitâs been a while since theyâve been up there. think we should go check on them?â
luffy shugs, still happily picking at the remains of the turkey carcass sitting in the middle of an oblong plate.
âthey should be okay â i mean, they say that no news is good news, right?â
âuh, not sure that applies to this kinda thing,â usopp says as he makes to peak out of the nearest window.
nami swirls her drink, âi think theyâre fine. and weâd hear if zoro threw himself off the crows nest, right?â
across the table, sanji blinks and luffy pauses in his munching.
âwhoa, you think heâd really do that if she rejects him?â usopp asks, his face going a little pale.
nami rolls here eyes, âno.â and then a moment later, âbut really, weâd hear him if he jumped, right?â
luffy licks his lips, shrugging, âdunno, probably though. heâs pretty heavy so heâll make a pretty big splash.â
sanji taps a bit of ash into his empty bowl and lets out a long suffering breath.
âyeah, yâknow really, no news is good news.â
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Monster Mayhem: Siren's Song [Part 3]
Gender Neutral Reader x Vil Schoenheit Word Count: 5.2k
Summary: Teaching a Siren to read is perhaps the best or worst idea that you've ever had. If only you were half as capable of reading between the lines.
[PART 1] [PART 1.5] [PART 2] [PART 3] [PART 4] [PART 5]
âU-G-L-Yâ
âWow,â you drawled. âWhat a wonderful use of your new talents.â
The fish you were cooking landed upside down on the hot stone with a crackling sizzle of skin that you could feel as a jumping prickle of heat all along your arm. You poked at your impromptu stovetop with your impromptu stick-spatula and prepared your impromptu leaf-plates. A true culinary connoisseur, you were. When you were rescued, you were going to argue to Riddle that you deserved a promotion to the kitchens. Though, apparently not everyone appreciated your talents.
âUGLYâ the Siren poked again, jabbing his talon into the sand.
âThen bring me prettier fish,â you returned, pointed. âItâs not that hard.â
His sharp, black claws came up to point at you next alongside his wonderful, two-syllable insult. Then back to you again, with four fingers this time. Both hands going for it. There was a tight, irritated expression on his face that you refused to call a pout because firstly, surely this vicious king of the seas could never pull something so childish. And secondly, because in these past few days youâd developed a terrible habit of just chattering each and every one of your thoughts aloud. And if you called him bratty, or dared imply such pouting was coming from his regal visage, you were just setting yourself up to get drenched by his flailing tail all over again.
âYou canât hurt my feelings,â you said, bland. âUgly is the nicest thing youâve ever called me.â
He huffed and smacked his fins against the sand. The trailing, dark tips cracked against your leg and you kicked him right back. It didnât actually hurt, no more than a pinch to the side, but youâd spent enough time with this asshole now that not fighting back like a toddler pitching a tantrum wasnât an option anymore.
Just over two weeks, now. Fifteen days and counting.
Those first few days had been spent in a nervous, prey-like panic, of course. Watching him circle the bay with his shredded fins, crying at the top of his lungs until your goosebumps had goosebumps. And then youâd helped untangle him from the mess youâd made, delicately working salt-brined twine away from weeping wounds. Sure, thereâd been that whole hoopla of him pinning you in the sand after your act of Great Chivalry and promptly threatening to rip your throat out with his teeth, but youâd moved past that. The offering of home-cooked meals had softened his scaly hide, and then the even greater move of handing him your speciesâ alphabet like some great, guarded secret of old had sealed the deal. Cheers all around. Itâd only taken you nearly being eaten, disemboweled, and drowned, but youâd made peace with your roommate. What a success story.
And now instead of trying to murder you, he just called you U-G-L-Y.
So, you know, baby steps.
The thin, pointed end of his tail whipped up from where youâd kicked him to twine around your ankle and give a sharp tug that had you sprawling face first into the sand with an oomph. Your great tumble sent all those pretty letters of his scattering in the breeze, and you spat out a mouthful of grit.
âHereâs a new one for you,â you chirped, digging your fingers into the muck. F-U-C-KâY-O-U.
The Siren yowled, which youâd come to recognize far too well as a prickle along your nape and that forever echoing tug, tug, tug somewhere in your head that could never return the call with its corresponding answer. His tail flailed out again to smack at your hands. It was thick, and scaly, and all smooth, powerful muscle. The fact that he hadnât crushed your poor fingers into a sad, bony paste by now beneath its wrath was a miracle. If you were a more optimistic person, youâd say he was being extra gentle with you on purpose. But even you werenât delusional enough to think he liked you that much.
âOkay, okay,â you grouched, spitting out another mouthful of pebbles. âFine. Just not around the food. Unless you want to have to go hunting for dinner all over again.â
The Siren huffed, rolling his eyes like it was a professional sport, and settled himself prettily back against the butt of his tail like heâd never even tried to beat you to death with his fins at all.
You sighed and pulled yourself back out of the sand, scrubbing it from your salt-sticky skin as best as you were able. You returned to poking at your fish. They werenât too terribly singed, despite your distraction. And the Siren seemed to like the edges extra crispy either way, so it wasnât any kind of loss. You were in the middle of balancing your impromptu stick-spatula against another impromptu stick-spoon to try and flip the fish without destroying it entirely when you felt a gentle poke, poke, poke against your arm.
You looked back and the Siren stared down at you, lips canted in a sharp smirk that was all pride.
U-G-L-YâA-N-DâS-T-U-P-I-D, the sand said.
Heâd been struggling with applying the whole -pid noise to the proper lettering, because of how similar it was to -ped. And the spelling had been tripping him up (with much obvious frustration) for the last day or so.
âWell done,â you sighed, not even too terribly upset that it had taken you months in Riddleâs impromptu classrooms to learn what he was picking up over the course of a few, harried sessions delivered with broken bits of sharp sticks and an ever changing canvas. âTry this.â
You scribbled another message in the sand. An insult, naturally, because he seemed to like those. You sounded out the letters as you hopped the tip of your finger over them one-by-one, and the Siren stared down at the inscription with the sort of intense focus meant for ancient tomes or sacred texts. You watched his lips move silently as he sounded it out alongside your mini-lesson, and then he was reaching forward to trace over the letters with the curved tip of a clawâknuckles bumping yours for a moment before shooing your hand away.
You returned to your dinnerâfinishing up the poor, murdered fish as best as you could and doling it out as usual. You reached out to hand pretty boy his leaf-plate, which he took like a lord accepting a meal from a lowly servant. All upturned noses and pointed disinterest. He set it beside him and nibbled on the offering as he continued to study the new task youâd given himâgrand, purple fins splayed out at his sides to brush against your hip like a habit. And this was your life now, apparently. Sitting and frying lazy, shallow water fish over a heated stone while your Siren student studied curse words in the sand. If you managed to survive this, no one would ever believe you.
.
.
The wrecked ship called to you like, well, did you even have to say it.
(It felt like a low hanging pun at this point. Youâd never be able to use the expression again for as long as you lived without thinking of narrowed, purple eyes nearly rolling up into the back of a too pretty head because you were apparently that annoying.)
Every day when you ventured towards the western side of the islet to feed your teeny, round octopus friend, you couldnât help but sit and stare at the shattered hull. Itâs not like it was in any sort of shape to actually get you off your little, sandy prison, but it was⊠There was something about it that was familiar enough to scratch an itch in your brain, but just alien enough that figuring out what was itching was outright impossible.
Silver songbirds.
âNot safe,â the Siren had demanded, with an almost frantic look to him. Not safe.
Every time you tried to venture closer to get a better look, it was like he could feel it. And heâd be pacing the shoreline like a blood-frenzied sharkârattling off muted, angry complaints the whole time that popped against your skin like soda fizz. So, lesson learned. Keep away. Â
It was a particularly sweltering afternoon today. Not a cloud in the bright, blue sky and nary a breeze to be seen. Sweat was beading unpleasantly along your brow and all down your back, and you hated it. At least on the Rose Queen there had been shade. And the lower decks of the ship submerged in the waves had always felt at least a little chilled. You could practically feel the damp, cool wood against your cheek. The smell of salt and pine oils in your nose. But here, on this stupid not-island with its barren trees and nothings, you just had to suffer in silence. The memories of your ship had you thinking of the washed up Songbird all over again, and you were in the middle of a heated, internal debate over making a swim for it again when something cold rained down over your face in small, scattered droplets.
You blinked back into focus to see Mister Merman at your ankles. Youâd been sitting with your heels in the water, but no deeper. Because the shallows were still his territory, and while he hadnât tried to hold you under in a while now, it was hard to forget something like that so easily. You didnât really want to chance it if a foul mood struck him, no matter what sort of fragile truce seemed to exist between the pair of you lately.
Last youâd looked heâd been sunning himself on one of the wide, flat rocksâas he was wont to do. Lavender-tipped hair splayed out along his cheeks in a pool of soft gold and fins spread at his hips like the finest, plum silks. How he never seemed to burn with that delicate, ivory skin of his you had no idea. Maybe it was a Magical, Mystical, Merman perk yet undocumented. Or maybe he was just Like That. But heâd been snoozing away on his favorite boulder, and now he had rolled in with the tide to lounge by your toes. His fingers were spread, still dripping with sea water from where heâd flicked you in the face. You frowned at himâpartly curious, but also pissilly blinking salt out of your eyes that stung, because come on dude.
He flicked more water your way and said something that you couldnât manage to catch the shape of. When you didnât respond with anything other than a pointed scrub of the water dripping down your cheeks, he reached out to wrap a clawed hand around your ankle and give a gentle tug.
âWhat?â you frowned, confused, and he tugged again.
He canted his head towards you, and then out to the cove behind him. He slipped back with the soft, frothy roll of the wavesâjust a foot or twoâand clearly meant to pull you with him. You slid against the sandbar with a yelp and dug your heels into the muck to keep from getting yanked all the way in.
âNo way,â you snipped, kicking a mess of water into his face. He didnât even blink, just frowned down at you with a twisty sort of petulance. âI thought we were over this. If you drown me you wonât get any more cooked food, yâknow. And I, in turn, would very much like to not be drowned. Win, win.â
That frown of his went stiff, and his lips twitched down at the corners. His amethyst eyes darted away and for a moment you swore that those gemstone irises flashed with something almost like guilt. He rolled forward with the next curl of surf and pressed a claw into the damp, dark sand at your hip. He scratched out a careful message, stubbornly refusing to meet your gaze all the while.
Wonât, it said.
âForgive me for not believing that,â you returned, dry. âYouâre oh-for-two now, I think. And, you know, fool me twice, and all that.â Though maybe the first one didnât really count, seeing how you were both tangled together and sinking to the bottom in a mutual sort of destruction. But whatever. You were keeping it.
The Sirenâs brow pinched in the middle and he reached forward to dig his claws in again.
Accident.
Your own brows jumped nearly to your hairline. You were just about to politely point out that dragging someone to the bottom of the ocean until they were bubbling from the nose and flailing wasnât really an accident,but then you remembered the startled look on his face. The way he hadnât stopped you from clawing your way back to the surface and how heâd carefully helped tow you back towards the shore after. And⊠maybe he hadnât really meant it. It had to be strange, probably. Being able to thrive so easily below the waves and then be faced with someone who would die if they were left facedown in a puddle. Â
ââŠFine,â you huffed, and his eyes jumped back up to yours with all cat-in-the-cream smugness. âBut just because Iâm about to drop from heatstroke. Not because you asked.â
The Siren rolled his eyes at you and returned to dragging you by your ankles into the shallows.
The bay really was very lovely. It was crystalline clear and the sort of brilliant blue that youâd never even known existed until youâd left the land for a life on the open ocean. The sand below your feet was soft and white, with barely any pebbles or broken bits of shell to dig into your toes. You watched a few crabs scurry out of the way as you were led deeper and deeper, but most of the coveâs occupants were spoiled and slow. Unbothered by this weird, fleshy, bipedal creature stepping past because theyâd never known anything else. Once you hit waist-deep, the Siren let go of you to sink more fully into the water. He swam around you in a languid, looping circleâplum fins cresting the surface to flick water against your arms and scales shining like polished glass in the sunlight. It was still far too shallow for him to move around in earnest with how massive that tail of his was, and how wide and trailing his great, beta-like fins were, but he was still elegant. Still fast and flexible as he swam rings around you like an orbit.
âShow off,â you scoffed, but couldnât quite bite back the grin twitching at your lips.
Because creature from the deep trying to devour your crew or not, Sirens really were so impressive, werenât they? Straight out of a storybook, and deserving of every song and tale attributed to them.
You reached out before you could help yourself to run your fingers along his tail. The scales were smooth, and sleek, and cool against your palm. The wispy ends of his fins caught along your fingers, but other than a bit of a tangle, you almost managed to run your hand along the whole of it. And what was it? Eight feet? Ten? Bigger than you at least, that was for sure. It wasnât like anything youâd ever felt. No fish, or whale hide, or shark. Something entirely of its own.
You realized on the next loop when your fingers danced over a patch of still healing scales that youâd felt already that he had most definitely realized your err in personal space, and was letting you poke about on purpose. You glanced up, embarrassed and warm faced, to see the tail end of a smirk quirking out from the waterâs surface. Preening bastard.
You turned up your nose and waded deeper. There was a ripple in the water around you, like a chuckle, and he returned to his looping circles. Occasionally his tail would brush up against you to get you to jump, but otherwise he kept his hands to himself andâas promisedâdid not attempt to wrestle you down to the sandy floor and your subsequent watery grave.
Once youâd made it up to your chest, the Siren was able to start his dance in earnest. He darted away to make a wide arc around the edge of the coveâsunshine catching on his scales like a glare on the water. He shot from one end to the other, so fast it was nearly dizzying to try and keep up with. And then he was back to circling your ankles all over againâtangling your legs in his fins and curling his talons against your calves to try and drag you deeper.
âOkay, okay,â you laughed, paddling after him until you were well and truly above your head. The bay wasnât very deep, but there were a few areas that dipped down to at least fifteen feet. So soon enough you were bobbing like a top in the gentle surf as he looped around your idly kicking feetâbrushing up along your ankles and tugging at the frayed edge of your shirt with his claws when he passed by.
When he next rose above the surface, youâd already taken in a big mouthful of water in preparation, and shot it right into his face. The Sirenâs whole expression shriveled up like a hundred-year-old prune and you laughed so hard he had to curl his tail around your waist to keep you from dipping under the waves and choking yourself. You let him drag you around and only grabbed at his fins a little. He would dive below your feet and youâd sink after him. Not nearly as agile or adept, but competent enough to follow his little game of tag without losing completely within the first few seconds. It wasâit was nice. Genuinely. You couldnât remember the last time youâd swam for the fun of it. Way back when youâd first joined up with Riddleâs crew, maybe. Itâd been a hot day, just like this one, and youâd been anchored in a safe, shallow inlet off the coast of an archipelago. Deuce and Ace had jumped in first, already brawling, and youâd dove in soon after. Itâd been a mess, and Riddle had nearly hung the three of you up by your toes for it. But itâd been fun. Familial. Warm. Something youâd never forget. And while this moment didnât feel entirely like that one had, there was something similar about it. Sure, you werenât trying to give the Siren a bloody nose and there were no rock wars, but it was⊠well, it was nice.
By the end of it, he was swimming lazy, looping shapes around the cove, and you were being dragged alongside him like a raftâkept afloat by the curling press of his tail and relaxing in the afternoon sunshine with the cool ripples of the ocean water to keep you both comfortable in the heat.
âDo you do this a lot?â you asked, as you relaxed in the gentle lull of the surf. âWith your pod, I mean.â
The Siren stiffened beneath you, but after a moment he nodded. Slow and rigid. Whichâ
Oh. Right.
ââŠsorry,â you mumbled, gaze darting away.
Because he was missing his family just as much as you were missing yours, wasnât he?
All that frantic pacing at the start of your mutual stranding had just seemed to⊠fade away as the days passed. He would still circle the entrance of the cove some mornings, singing towards the skies and tilting his headâfins pricked as he searched for an answer. Youâd feel it in your nerves, see the gulls overhead dipping in a trance and watch the crabs crawl up onto the sand like they were being dragged out by their little claws. But most of the time now he just⊠didnât. He spent his days mumbling over the letters you showed him, or carefully preening over his healing fins and resting in the sun. Catching fish for you to prepare and roast, and taking his meals at your side as you both snipped at each other with sandy curse words. It was pleasant, this routine youâd fallen into together. But all the same, he never really stopped checking the ocean waters. And you could see a spark in his eyes, an itch. The same one that lit yours, no doubt, every time you caught yourself squinting for the outline of ships on the horizon.
The difference between the two of you, of course, was that in a few more days his scales would be healed enough to face the dangers of the open water alone. Life as a rogue mer was notoriously perilous. The lone Sirens were those that poachers were willing to risk battle with for a trophy. They were the ones caught in fishing nets, and found mauled by rival pods. But your Siren was smart. He was big, and strong, and impressive. Heâd find a way to survive it, no doubt. One morning youâd wake up and heâd have darted off into the deep to search for his family. To go home. And youâŠ
You would still be trapped here.
Alone.
Forever.
Rotting under the sun with no one to take you swimming in the afternoons. Or bring you clawed up fish to cook for dinner. Or to use your writing lessons just to insult you with scribbled words in the muck.
Whichâthat was what youâd wanted, wasnât it? At the start of all of this.
And it was only fair, in the end. He was the better of the two of you, after all. Born and bred to thrive in the depths of the sea that would swallow you whole without a thought. And if either of you was going to survive, to find your home again, it was always going to be him. Maybe youâd be a story, like he would have been for you. The strange human with no ears, just like the rest of the pirates whispered about. Who taught him that fire could make fish extra tasty and that leaves could make perfectly serviceable plates if you tried hard enough.
You sighed, and bubbles of salt water frothed along your mouth.
The Siren raised his head from his own lazy sprawl to arch a brow at you in question, and you did the very mature thing of spitting water in his face all over again.
You ended up being dragged through the cove in a flurry of spitting, Siren rage. Laughing and laughing until he huffed and hauled you back to shore to keep you from swallowing any more seawater like the idiot that you were. And it was fine, really it was. He wasnât so bad, not really. And if he was able to reunite with his pod once more after all those days of hollow wailing and pacing, pacing, pacing that had made something deep in your soul itch like a freshly scabbed wound that you just couldnât stop picking, well, that wouldnât be such a bad ending after all.
.
.
The next afternoon while you were out on your daily Octopus Wellness Check, you came across a piece of pale, purple sea glass mixed into the rocky shore. It was smooth to the touch and frosted over by the endless tumble of the tide. You held it up to the light and it sparkled just like the Sirenâs scales.
âWhat do you think?ïżœïżœ you asked the octopus as it grabbed shredded bits of fish with its chubby, little tentacles. âDo you want it? Or should I give it toââ
You blinked, startled, and realized all at once that youâd never learned the Sirenâs name. Or given him yours. Youâd just sort of been calling each other a variety of derogatory pseudonyms and hoping for the best. Which, huh. You hadnât even realized youâd wanted to know his name. It wasnât yours to take, of course. Let alone from someone who would no doubt be leaving so soon. But it was a thought.
âYou always give the best advice, you know,â you told the teeny creature, and it hid from you like you were a great, looming monster of old. âWhether you meant to or not. Thanks for that.â
So on the way back to your cove, you picked through some tufts of beachgrass to find the longest, driest spikes. You began winding them together as you walked, and settled down in your favorite little corner of the inlet to continue your weaving. The Siren, naturallyâbeing as nosy as he wasâwas immediately hovering over you like a child watching someone hold a bag of sweets just out of reach. You clutched your little project to your chest like a secret, and it had him puffing up in irritation and smacking his fins against your sides like your refusal to share whatever had caught your attention was a crime beyond comparison. He arched up as tall as he could to try and peer over your shoulder, and, in failing at that, just outright tried to snatch the thing from your hands.
âI wonât give it to you if you keep being a pest,â you warned, and immediately he was slipping back to rest on his stomach in the damp sand with a starbright curiosity in his eyes, chin pillowed atop his interlaced fingers and gaze following the movements of your hands like a cat tracking a mouse in its hole. Clearly the promise of it being a treat for him was mollification enough to keep him from hovering.
Once youâd braided a sturdy enough chain, you carefully twined it around the sea glass in a little, crisscrossing cage of fibers. Just knotted enough to keep the ocean-worn trinket safe and in place without hiding the shine of it. With that, you held up your trophy with a dramatic wave, and the Siren was popping up all over again. His amethyst glare tracked the swinging pendant with startling focus and a surprisingly wide-eyed spark of confusion.
âHere,â you said, reaching out to drop the makeshift necklace into his lap. He caught it in his claws, eyes still far too round with shock. âIt made me think of your scales. I thought you might like it.â
He was staring down at the gift in utter silence. And not the normal sort of quiet eitherâwhere your broken eardrums simply refused to pick up on all his petulant grousing against your person. This was actual silence. His lips were parted like they were caught on a breath, but he wasnât saying anything. Not even a complaint about how plain and ugly it was. He curled his claws daintily around the woven chain, as if he was afraid of tearing right through it with an accidental prick, and then held the sparkling bauble aloft like he was utterly entranced by the soft gleam of it.
After a long, long moment of that near eerie silence and a pool of dread filling your belly that screamed youâd clearly fucked up in some way (overstepped some weird, Siren tradition. Accidentally insulted his father. Handed him a bad luck omen on a string. Something), the Siren was twisting around to show you the back of his neck. He held up the woven chain so it draped along his shoulder blades, and he pointedly shook the ends at you.
When you just gaped back in shock, he turned to sneer over his shoulder at you and jabbed a claw at his throat, then the necklace, then you, then his throat again. Which, oh. Oh! Thatâthat you could do.
So you reached out to pluck the ends of the grass-woven thread from his talons and he immediately shifted around again to make himself comfortable. Curling his tail firmly against the sand with his plum-lined fins spread out in all their glory like a spill of purple ink along the shoreline. He set his shoulders square and firm, and looked straight ahead with that same, queer sort of focus to him as before.
You tied the ends of the necklace in a bow against his nape, making sure it was securely fastened in place and not snagging any of the softer, shorter hairs at the back of his neck. Once itâd been fussed with to his liking, he turned back around and stared you down until you could feel goosebumps prickling up all along your spine. You wanted to meekly tell him that it was just sea glass. Just a little trinket youâd found in the sand that youâd thought was pretty enough that he might like to have it. But the words died on your tongue. They felt wrong somehow. And youâd put your foot in your mouth plenty of times throughout your life, but this definitely felt like it would have been the biggest boot of all.
ââŠYou like it?â you tried instead, because that sentiment at least seemed less like something that was ready to clog up your throat.
The Siren nodded, firm, his eyes still drilling into yours with that unnerving level of focus.
You coughed into your fist and awkwardly attempted to shift away to give yourself a bit of room, andâHuh. When had his tail come up to wrap around your leg? That made running away a bit inconvenient. Youâd just have to try and wriggle your way out and hope he would take mercy on your far inferior musculature, andâ
There was a poke at your hip. Tap, tap, tap. One, two, three. And you glanced back up at him with a pinched frown, confused.
The Siren pointed to a scrawl in the sand. Tap, tap, tap.
Acceptable.
You gawked, and then swallowed a laugh so fast it nearly choked you. Because he was still himself, wasnât he? No matter what. Sassy, asshole fish. Gods, you were going to miss him.
You wiped at the bubbling, giggling tears prickling at the corner of your eyes and reached out to pat at his tail in good humor.
âI hope you find your happy ending,â you beamed, and meant it.
The Siren just looked at you with one of his familiar, lemon-sour puckers. He pointedly reached up to flick at the necklace around his throat, like that had anything to do with him finding his family again at all. Like it wasnât just some silly trinket youâd gifted him in hopes that maybe one day he could look back fondly on the little human that heâd found himself stranded with. To not just forget you outright. To make your fleeting presence in his life something tangible, rather than just a mess of already fading scars and memories that would too easily be swept away in the depths of the sea.
âAt least itâs acceptable,â you said finally around your giggling, and he huffed at you in a way that almost looked fond. You stood from the sand and brushed the mess of grit and salt off your pant legs. âCome on. Letâs go have dinner and Iâll teach you some nicer words tonight. So you can give me a real compliment next time.â
There was spray of water all along your back from where heâd no doubt dove back into the shallows behind you and walloped you with his fins to the best of his ability. And honestly, you couldnât find it in yourself to be bothered by it at all.
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đThe 5-Star Limited Rate UP Pool [When Tides Echo] will start soon.
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A Night Beyond the Stage
Kinkvember Day 25: Deflowering/Mommy
Red Velvet Irene (Bae Joohyun) x Male reader
TW: Age gap, reader is 19
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AN: The timing of this fic aligning with Ireneâs solo comeback is such a funny coincidence. Iâve tailored the story to fit with the excitement of her big momentâhope you enjoy it đ
The crowd is a living sea of excitement, the lights dimming to signal the start of a moment fans have dreamed of for years. The air hums with anticipation, every breath charged with electricity. Brightly colored banners, lovingly adorned with Ireneâs name, heartfelt messages, and slogans, ripple like waves in the soft breeze created by thousands of hands waving light sticks in unison. The synchronized glow bathes the venue in hues of soft red and shimmering white, a radiant tribute to her. You instinctively wave your light stick, matching the crowdâs rhythm as though tethered to the shared devotion filling the air.
Youâre one of those fansâa devoted 19-year-old boy, standing near the front of the crowd. For years, youâve admired Ireneâs artistry, her poise, and the quiet yet commanding presence that sets her apart. Sheâs been your bias since the moment you discovered Red Velvet, captivating you with every performance, every glance, every smile. But tonight is different. This is her night. Her solo comeback. The energy is unlike anything youâve felt before, and the significance of this moment echoes in the rapid thrum of your heart.
The stage glows with a soft light, and the room erupts as Irene steps into view. Sheâs radiant, a vision so perfect it feels almost otherworldly. Her outfit sparkles under the spotlightsâa sleek, fitted ensemble in deep, jewel-like tones that catch the light with every graceful step she takes. Her hair cascades over her shoulders, glossy and flawless, framing her face in a way that feels too perfect to be real. Her smile is soft yet confident, the kind that somehow feels personal, like itâs meant just for you, even in a crowd of thousands.
Clutching a freshly purchased album close to your chest, your fingers tremble as you grip it tightly. The ReVeluv T-shirt you carefully chose this morning feels almost too bright under the glow of the stage lights, but you wear it proudly, a small token of your devotion. Around you, fans scream and cheer, their voices weaving together into a deafening symphony of love and support. Yet, for you, the sound fades into the background as Ireneâs first note cuts through the air. Clear, emotive, and powerful, it sends a shiver down your spine, rooting you in place.
Her performance is mesmerizing. Every move she makes is fluid, every note she sings filled with a kind of vulnerability that feels intimate despite the size of the venue. The air vibrates with her presence, her voice wrapping around you like a warm embrace. The scent of faint perfume and the electric tang of stage smoke mix in the air, creating a sensory backdrop that makes the moment feel surreal. Youâre rooted to the spot, utterly captivated, tears stinging the corners of your eyes as the realization hits: youâre witnessing something extraordinary.
When the final note fades and the crowd erupts in a deafening roar, Irene stands still for a moment, soaking in the adoration. Her gaze sweeps across the sea of light sticks and banners, scanning the crowd as if sheâs trying to meet every eye. For a brief moment, her eyes seem to land on yours, and your breath catches in your throat. Itâs fleeting, and you know itâs probably not meant for youâjust a random glance in your directionâbut the slight smile that pulls at her lips feels like itâs tied directly to your racing heart. You take what you can get, holding tightly to the illusion of connection in the vastness of the crowd.
As she raises a hand to wave, the gesture is simple but impossibly magnetic, radiating warmth and gratitude. Itâs enough to make you feel like youâre the only one sheâs looking at, even though you know better. You wave your light stick fervently in response, your heart pounding as though itâs trying to reach her across the distance.
When she finally bows, the crowdâs cheers swell to a fever pitch, the sound thunderous and all-encompassing. She steps back into the shadows of the stage, her figure slowly disappearing as the lights dim. You can barely remember how you managed to stay on your feet, the wave of emotion washing over you threatening to knock you down.
Clutching the album tighter to your chest, you stand frozen for a moment, determined to hold onto the feeling for as long as possible. The memory of her voice, her smile, and the undeniable presence she commands stays with you, a bright, glowing ember burning in your chest. You know this momentâthis fleeting connection, imagined or notâwill stay with you forever, a reminder of the night she shone brighter than ever.
The crowd gradually settles, but the buzz of excitement remains, rippling through the room like an unspoken connection. The event transitions to the fan interaction segment, and you feel the air shift as Irene takes her seat on the stage. Fans file into neat lines, each holding gifts, albums, and handwritten notes, their nervous energy palpable. Your heartbeat quickens as the line in front of you inches forward, each step bringing you closer to the moment youâve dreamed of.
You grip your album tightly, the edges pressing into your palms, grounding you as your nerves threaten to take over. Around you, thereâs a cacophony of soundsâthe chatter of fans in line, the occasional burst of laughter, and the soft hum of background music. Yet, all of it seems distant, muffled by the pounding of your heart. Youâve rehearsed what you want to say countless times, but now your mind feels like a blank slate, wiped clean by the overwhelming reality of being so close to her.
As the fans ahead of you step forward, Irene greets each with her characteristic grace, her warm smiles and soft chuckles filling the space like a gentle melody. Watching her interact, you canât help but notice how genuine she seemsâher gaze attentive, her demeanor effortlessly charming. She accepts every letter, every memento, with a delicate touch, her hands brushing against those of the fans who hand them over. Each small moment feels precious, and your chest tightens with the realization that soon, it will be your turn.
When the fan directly in front of you steps aside, the world slows to a crawl. Ireneâs eyes lift, locking onto yours, and the breath catches in your throat. The stage lights frame her like a halo, her features soft yet dazzlingly vividâevery detail etched into your memory. Her expression shifts to one of gentle curiosity as you approach, her lips curving into a small, encouraging smile that makes your legs feel like jelly.
You step forward, gripping the album so tightly now that your knuckles are white. Her presence is magnetic, pulling you in with a force you canât resist. Sheâs even more breathtaking up close, her skin glowing as if lit from within. The subtle scent of her perfume, fresh and floral, reaches you, blending seamlessly with the charged air around her. Her hair, perfectly styled yet natural, catches the light in soft waves, framing her face in a way that seems impossibly elegant. Everything about her radiates a quiet confidence, a strength wrapped in warmth.
Your lips part, and for a moment, nothing comes out. The pounding in your chest drowns out everything else, your thoughts a tangled mess. Then, somehow, you find your voice, shaky but audible. âHi⊠uh⊠Irene-noona,â you manage, the words tumbling out awkwardly. Your voice cracks slightly, and you feel your cheeks flush with heat, but her reaction erases any embarrassment. Her smile deepens, her eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that feels impossibly reassuring.
âHello,â she says softly, her voice smooth and melodic, each syllable grounding and disarming all at once. âAre you having a good time?â
You nod so quickly itâs a miracle your head doesnât fall off. âY-yeah! Itâs been amazing,â you stammer, clutching the album tighter before awkwardly holding it out for her. âIâIâve been a fan of yours for⊠a really long time.â
Her delicate fingers brush against yours as she takes the album, and the gentle contact sends an electric jolt up your arm. Youâre sure she notices the way your breath hitches, but if she does, her expression remains serene. âThank you,â she says, her eyes lifting briefly to meet yours before they focus on the album. Her pen moves fluidly across the glossy surface as she adds her signature. âIt means a lot to me that you came.â
You blurt out the first thing that pops into your head, your voice louder than you intended. âI wouldnât miss it for anything!â Your face flushes immediately, and you scramble to backtrack. âI mean, not just this⊠I mean, anything you do is worth it. Like, youâre just really⊠uh, incredible.â
Her lips curl into a small, amused smile, and she tilts her head slightly, as if trying to figure you out. The soft light catches in her eyes, making them sparkle. âYouâre sweet,â she says, her tone light and teasing. âIs this your first fan meet?â
You nod vigorously, then clear your throat, trying to compose yourself. âYes. First time seeing you⊠like, in person.â Your words come out disjointed, and you wince internally. âI mean, obviously in person. Because otherwise, itâs just⊠online. Or videos. But now itâs real. Not that the other times werenât realââ
Her soft laugh interrupts your rambling, and you freeze, realizing just how much youâve been talking. âI get it,â she says, her tone warm and full of amusement. âYou donât need to explain.â
You bite your lip, nodding sheepishly as your fingers twitch nervously around the album. âRight. Sorry. I just⊠itâs surreal, you know?â
Her smile softens, and something in her gaze shifts, growing warmer. âWell, Iâm glad I get to be part of your first experience,â she replies gently. Her voice feels so personal, so inviting, itâs almost as though sheâs speaking directly into your thoughts. âAre you nervous?â
You laugh awkwardly, a dry, choked sound that you instantly regret. âA little,â you admit, your hand moving to the back of your neck in a clumsy attempt to play it cool. âOkay, maybe a lot.â
Her soft laugh feels like a reward, and you swear you see a glint of mischief in her eyes. âDonât be,â she says, her voice light but carrying an undercurrent of sincerity. âItâs just me.â
âThatâs kind of the problem,â you blurt out before you can stop yourself. âI meanânot a problem! Itâs just youâre, you know, you. And Iâm⊠me.â
Her laugh is more open this time, a genuine sound that makes your heart flip. âAnd whatâs wrong with being you?â she asks, her teasing tone laced with sincerity.
You open your mouth, then close it again, unsure how to respond. âNothing, I guess,â you mumble, your voice so soft youâre not sure she even hears it.
Her expression softens further, and the simplicity of her next words catches you off guard. âItâs nice meeting you,â she says, and somehow, it feels like the most genuine thing youâve ever heard.
As she finishes signing, she holds the album out to you, her fingers lingering just slightly against yours as you take it. The sensation is fleeting but searing, and your grip tightens around the album as if itâs the only thing tethering you to reality.
âThank you,â you whisper, your voice barely audible. âFor everything. Your music, your⊠everything.â
Her head tilts again, a habit youâre quickly finding endearing. Her eyes meet yours in a way that feels unguarded, and for a moment, itâs as though the chaos of the room has dissolved into silence. âTake care,â she says softly, her smile lingering like an imprint in the air as you step back.
You clutch the signed album to your chest as you move away, every sensation from the past few moments replaying in your mind like a loop. The warmth of her fingers, the sound of her voice, the way her gaze made you feel seen. Each memory burns vividly, etching itself into your heart as one of the most precious experiences of your life.
After your encounter with Irene, you leave the signing area, your heart still hammering from the interaction. The world outside the small bubble of that moment feels oddly distant, like youâre walking through a dream. Clutching your signed album tightly, you wander aimlessly, letting the energy of the lingering fans wash over you. Everywhere you look, posters of Irene smile back at you, her image larger than life and yet somehow still not quite as radiant as she was up close.
You pause by one of the posters and instinctively pull out your phone. The absurdity of the moment hits you as you angle the camera for a selfie, trying to capture yourself next to her glossy image. âAs if this could compare to the real thing,â you mutter under your breath, but you laugh softly at your own awkwardness and snap a few pictures anyway.
Other fans, catching sight of your antics, approach with wide smiles, eager to strike up conversations. Their excitement is infectious, and before you know it, youâre swapping stories about your favorite songs, performances, and how incredible Irene looked tonight. For a while, the warmth of shared admiration eases the nervous flutter still lingering in your chest. You even manage to laugh along as one fan reenacts their over-the-top reaction to Ireneâs smile during their brief meeting.
But just as youâre starting to feel like yourself again, the easy atmosphere is interrupted by the arrival of a staff member. Her polished, professional demeanor contrasts sharply with the casual energy of the fans around you, and her gaze is sharp as it lands on you.
âExcuse me,â she says, her tone polite but firm, her eyes scanning you as though assessing every detail.
You blink, startled. âUh⊠me?â you ask, your voice coming out higher than you intended.
âYes, you,â she replies, nodding briskly. âPlease follow me.â
Your stomach twists into a knot, and a flicker of anxiety sparks in your chest. âDid I⊠do something wrong?â you ask hesitantly, clutching your album tighter.
âNo,â she says, her tone still impassive. âWe just need you to come with us. This way, please.â
Her vague response only fuels your confusion, but curiosity outweighs your hesitation. You nod mutely, trailing after her as she leads you toward a side entrance. The farther you move from the bustling crowd, the more the energy of the venue fades, replaced by a quieter, more subdued atmosphere.
The staff member guides you through a discreet door, and you step into a backstage area. The contrast is jarring. The distant hum of fans is replaced by the low murmur of crew members and the soft clatter of equipment being packed away. The air feels cooler here, tinged with the faint scent of stage makeup and metal. Overhead lights flicker dimly, casting long, uncertain shadows along the corridors.
Your pulse quickens with each step, your mind racing to understand whatâs happening. Was this a mistake? A misunderstanding? Why would someone like you be brought backstage? The question loops in your head, unanswered, as you follow the staff member down another hallway.
Finally, she stops in front of a small door, slightly ajar, light spilling softly into the hallway. âPlease go inside,â she says simply, stepping aside.
You hesitate, glancing at the door with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. âWait, whatâsââ
But before you can finish, the staff member gives a small, polite smile and walks away, leaving you alone. You swallow hard, your palms clammy as you reach for the door and push it open.
The room inside is unexpectedly intimate. The warm glow of ambient lighting reflects off vintage mirrors, casting a golden hue over the elegant draperies and minimalist furniture. The faint scent of her perfume drifts through the air, calming but somehow charged with an undercurrent of mystery.
Your breath catches as your gaze lands on a familiar figure. Irene is standing by one of the mirrors, her back to you, adjusting a few strands of her hair. The sight of her in this quiet, private space feels almost unrealâlike stumbling into a dream you hadnât realized you were having.
She turns slowly, her movements so fluid and deliberate they seem almost choreographed, and when her eyes meet yours, it feels like the air has been sucked out of the room. A physical jolt courses through you, your body instinctively tensing under the weight of her gaze. Her expression is calm, but the glint of mischief in her eyes makes your pulse race. She exudes confidence, yet thereâs an undercurrent of something playfulâsomething that sets your nerves on edge in a way you canât quite describe.
âHi again,â she says softly, her tone light but with an intimacy that seems to wrap itself around you. The space between you feels charged, the kind of tension that makes the smallest movements seem monumental.
She takes a step closer, her presence magnetic and overwhelming. âIâm glad you didnât leave right away,â she murmurs, her voice warm but carrying an edge that sends a thrill of anticipation through you.
You swallow hard, managing a shaky nod as you clutch the signed album against your chest like a shield. âIâI didnât know this was going to happen,â you admit, your voice trembling under the intensity of her gaze.
Her lips curve into a deeper smile, the kind that feels dangerous yet alluring. âDid you hope for it to happen?â she asks, her tone teasing but laced with a gravity that makes your heart stutter.
âI⊠I donât know,â you stammer, the words spilling out clumsily. âI mean, I didnât expectââ
Her laugh is soft and melodic, wrapping around you like a silken thread. âYouâre nervous again,â she observes, tilting her head slightly, her sharp eyes studying your face as if sheâs savoring your reaction. âYou were like this earlier too.â
âIâm not⊠that nervous,â you blurt out, but your voice betrays you, trembling just enough to make her raise an amused brow.
âNot that nervous?â she echoes, taking another deliberate step closer. The warmth of her proximity washes over you, her presence filling every inch of the space between you. âThen why are your hands shaking?â
Your gaze darts down instinctively, and your stomach twists when you see sheâs right. Your fingers tremble as they clutch the album, and you quickly adjust your grip, trying in vain to steady them. âIâm just⊠overwhelmed, I guess,â you admit, your face burning as you glance back up. âThis whole thing is just⊠so unexpected.â
Irene chuckles softly, the sound low and intimate, sending a shiver down your spine. âUnexpected, hmm?â she muses, tilting her head as though savoring the moment. âDid you not hope for a moment like this? Even a little?â
The weight of her words presses down on you, and your mind scrambles for an answer. You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. The silence stretches, her gaze unrelenting, and the way she looks at you feels like sheâs peeling back every layer, leaving you exposed.
âYouâre cute when youâre flustered,â she says, breaking the quiet, her voice playful yet carrying an edge that sends heat coursing through you. She lets the words hang for a moment, the corners of her lips curving up just slightly. Then she steps closer, so close now you can feel her warmth like a physical touch. âTell me something,â she continues, her tone dropping lower, almost conspiratorial. âHave you thought about me before?â
The question spins in your mind, sending your thoughts spiraling. âIâI mean, yes,â you manage to stammer, each word a struggle. âIâm a fan, so of courseââ
âNo,â she interrupts, her voice steady but with a sharper edge that makes your breath hitch. Her eyes narrow slightly, the teasing glint giving way to something more focused. âNot like that. I mean⊠have you ever thought about me in a way thatâs⊠more personal?â
The meaning of her words crashes into you, and you feel your face flush hot. âIâuh, I donât⊠I didnâtââ The words tangle together, and your voice dies in your throat, leaving you stammering helplessly.
Her smile widens, the satisfaction in her eyes unmistakable. âRelax,â she says, her tone softening, though the teasing lilt remains.Â
She lets the silence stretch again, her presence consuming every corner of the room as her gaze lingers on yours. Then, with a tilt of her head and a shift in her expression, her voice drops to a softer, almost vulnerable tone. âDo you think Iâm sexy?â
The question lands like a thunderbolt, the weight of it knocking the breath out of your lungs. âW-what?â you stammer, your voice cracking slightly under the pressure. âIâI meanâŠâ
Her eyes remain steady, unwavering, as though sheâs daring you to answer. âYou heard me,â she says simply, her lips curving into a faint smile that feels both inviting and dangerous.
Your mouth goes dry, and the air between you feels impossibly heavy. After a long pause, you finally manage to croak out, âYes. IâI think youâre⊠youâre very sexy.â
Her smile deepens, a flicker of excitement lighting her eyes. She steps even closer, the warmth of her body brushing against your arm. Her fingers trail lightly across your skin, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. âGood,â she purrs, her voice low and melodic, dripping with satisfaction.
She pauses, letting the tension between you build before her gaze sharpens again. âYou know,â she begins softly, her voice intimate and steady, âitâs okay to be honest with me.â
You blink, struggling to steady your breath. âHonest about⊠what?â you manage to ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
Her smile turns coy, but the intensity in her eyes only grows. âYouâve thought about me before, havenât you?â she asks, her voice slow and deliberate, every word rolling off her tongue like honey. âNot just as a fan, but⊠in other ways.â
Your heart slams against your ribs as you scramble for a response. âIâI donât know what you mean,â you stammer, though the heat rising to your face makes it clear that you do.
Her soft laugh is low and indulgent, sending a shiver down your spine. âDonât be shy,â she says, her tone dropping to something more sultry. She leans in slightly, her presence dominating the space between you. âYouâve thought about me while touching yourself, havenât you?â
The words hit you like a slap in the face, your body going rigid as your mind scrambles to process the question. âI⊠uh⊠IâŠâ The words tumble out incoherently, your face burning so hot it feels like it might catch fire.
Her smile widens, her satisfaction evident. âIâll take that as a yes,â she murmurs, her tone rich with amusement and a hint of something deeper. The flicker of excitement in her expression grows, her eyes bright with the thrill of the moment. âItâs okay,â she adds softly, her voice softening slightly but still charged. âI was just curious.â
The tension in the air is palpable, the intimacy of the moment sinking deeper into your skin as her gaze holds yours unflinchingly. Ireneâs lips curl into a faint smile, the kind that sends your thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind. She tilts her head slightly, her eyes flicking down for the briefest moment before meeting yours again, her expression softening just enough to keep you teetering on the edge of unease and fascination.
âAnd have you⊠done this before?â she asks, her voice quieter now, almost gentle.
Your throat tightens as her question lingers in the space between you, its meaning unmistakable. âDone what?â you ask, though your voice betrays that you already suspect where this is heading.
âThis,â she replies, her hand gesturing vaguely between the two of you. Her movements are fluid, deliberate, her eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that feels impossible to look away from. âHave you been with someone? Touched someone? Kissed someone?â
Your heart pounds so hard you feel it in your ears, the blood rushing to your face as the words settle over you. The room seems to shrink, her presence consuming every corner of it, making it impossible to focus on anything but her. âNo,â you admit finally, your voice barely above a whisper. âI havenât.â
Her expression shifts subtly, a flicker of intrigue passing through her eyes before something deeperâsomething almost predatoryâtakes its place. âA virgin,â she says softly, as if testing the word on her tongue, savoring its weight. âThat explains so much.â
You feel your breath hitch, your chest tightening as you struggle to respond. The silence between you stretches, thick and charged, every second heavy with anticipation. She takes a step closer, her movements unhurried but purposeful, and her hand lifts, her fingers grazing your cheek with a featherlight touch.
âItâs nothing to be ashamed of,â she whispers, her voice like velvet, each word wrapping around you and sinking into your skin. Her thumb brushes gently against your cheekbone, the touch so tender it sends a shiver down your spine. âIn fact, I think itâs⊠beautiful.â
She pauses for a moment, her gaze holding yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. Her lips curve into a soft, almost wistful smile, and thereâs a flicker of something unspoken in her expression. âThis world,â she murmurs, her tone shifting, almost reflective, âitâs changed so much. People rush through things, chasing fleeting moments without ever stopping to truly feel.â
Her fingers trace a slow, deliberate path along your jawline, her touch grounding yet electrifying. âBut you,â she continues, her voice dropping lower, as if sheâs sharing a secret meant only for you, âyouâre so⊠pure. So untouched. Itâs refreshing, really.
Her gaze darkens, her expression unreadable yet deeply captivating, as though sheâs peeling back every layer of your thoughts. âDo you trust me?â she asks softly, her voice barely more than a breath.
You hesitate for a moment, your heart hammering in your chest, but thereâs a vulnerability in her question that steadies you. âOf course!...I mean⊠I think so,â you reply honestly, your voice shaky but sincere.
Her lips curve into a faint smile, one that feels equal parts reassuring and dangerous. âGood,â she murmurs, her voice dipping into something even softer, almost a purr. âBecause Iâm going to show you things youâve only dreamed about.â
Before you can process her words, she leans in, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss so gentle it feels like it might vanish if you move too quickly. The warmth of her breath mingles with yours, her scent enveloping you, subtle but intoxicatingly her. Her hand moves to the back of your neck, her fingers threading through your hair as she deepens the kiss, her movements unhurried but deliberate, as though savoring every moment.
Your body freezes at first, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, but her other hand comes to rest lightly on your waist, her touch grounding you. Slowly, you find yourself melting under her, her warmth and presence consuming you entirely. The sound of your uneven breaths mingles with the faint rustle of fabric as she pulls you closer, her body pressing against yours with a natural ease that leaves you breathless.
Every sensation feels heightenedâthe softness of her lips, the faint tickle of her hair brushing against your cheek, the way her fingers grip you just tightly enough to send a thrill down your spine. Time seems to slow, the outside world dissolving until thereâs nothing but the two of you, wrapped in a moment that feels both impossibly real and utterly surreal.
When she finally pulls back, her lips linger close to yours, her breath warm against your skin. Her eyes search yours, her expression a mix of satisfaction and something deeper, something unreadable. âYouâre trembling,â she murmurs, her voice tinged with amusement as her fingers trail down your arm. âAre you okay?â
You nod wordlessly, your chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, the rhythm of your pounding heart almost deafening in the silence. Every nerve in your body feels heightened, attuned to her every movement. Ireneâs gaze remains locked onto yours, her eyes lingering with an intensity that leaves you rooted to the spot. She seems to savor the moment, the weight of it stretching as her soft smile transforms into a knowing smirk.
Her hands move with deliberate grace, reaching for the hem of her blouse. The gentle shift of fabric brushing against her skin fills the air, and her voice, low and commanding, cuts through the silence. âLetâs take this off,â she murmurs.
Your breath catches as she slowly lifts her blouse, the smooth motion revealing more of her flawless skin. The dim light of the room casts a warm glow across her body, accentuating the curve of her waist, the soft slope of her stomach, and the graceful line of her shoulders. The air feels charged, every subtle soundâher blouse slipping away, the soft rustle as it lands on a nearby chairâheightened to a point of almost unbearable clarity.
Your eyes widen as she reaches behind her back, fingers deftly unclasping her bra. The delicate garment slides effortlessly from her shoulders, falling away like water, leaving her bare before you. Her skin is smooth, luminous in the golden light, every line and contour of her body exuding confidence and an undeniable allure. The gentle swell of her breasts, the softness of her curves, the way she holds herself with such effortless poiseâit all leaves you completely spellbound.
Your chest tightens as you struggle to process the sight before you, your mind stumbling over itself in disbelief. Sheâs breathtaking, like a vision plucked straight from your wildest dreams, and the sheer reality of the moment sends a shiver racing down your spine. This is happening. Sheâs here, with you.
Ireneâs eyes flick to your face, catching the way your gaze lingers on her, and her smirk deepens, a playful glint lighting up her expression. âYouâre a lucky boy, arenât you?â she teases, her voice rich with amusement and dripping with confidence.
You nod again, dumbly, your throat too dry to form a response. Her words hang in the air, teasing but undeniably true, and the way she steps closer, closing the space between you, only magnifies the sense of intimacy crackling in the room.
Her hands reach for your shirt, her fingers moving with purpose as they work their way down the buttons. Each flick of her fingers sends a jolt of electricity through you, her touch light yet deliberate, igniting your skin with every graze. âLetâs see what youâre working with,â she murmurs, her tone equal parts playful and commanding.
The fabric slides off your shoulders, falling to the floor in a whisper. Her touch lingers for a moment, her fingertips brushing against your collarbone, tracing the line of your chest, before she steps back, her gaze sweeping over you with an approving glint.
Her eyes move slowly, deliberately, taking in every detail of your bare form as though memorizing it. The weight of her attention leaves you feeling exposed but not uncomfortableâthereâs something almost reverent in the way she looks at you, her expression softening just slightly as a small smile tugs at her lips.
âNot bad at all,â she murmurs, her voice low and rich with satisfaction. The words are simple, but the way she says them sends a rush of heat through you, her approval a balm to your nerves. Her gaze flicks back to yours, her smirk returning as she leans in closer, her presence overwhelming in the best possible way.
The heat between you was palpable, every breath shared and every touch igniting the tension that had been simmering between you. Irene leaned in, her lips brushing against your neck as she guided you down onto the plush couch, her movements unhurried yet deliberate. The soft cushions pressed against your back, and her warm, bare skin against yours was a sensation so overwhelming it made your thoughts scatter. Her breasts, soft and inviting, molded against your chest as she pressed closer, her body moving with a fluid confidence that left you breathless.
Her presence was intoxicating. Every shift of her weight, every brush of her smooth skin against yours, sent jolts of electricity racing through you. You felt your arousal surge uncontrollably, your body betraying you as you leaked against her thigh. The heat pooling between you was undeniable, impossible to ignore.
Irene noticed immediately, a soft laugh escaping her lips as she shifted, her thigh pressing more firmly against you. Her lips curved into a knowing smile, her gaze dipping briefly before meeting yours again, her eyes sparkling with mischief. âLooks like someoneâs eager,â she teased, her voice low and sultry, the sound wrapping around you like silk.
Her teasing didnât stop there. She adjusted her hips slightly, her movement deliberate as she ground against you just enough to make you gasp. The sensation was maddening, her warmth and wetness brushing against you, heightening your sensitivity to every tiny shift and touch. You tried to steady your breath, but the way she looked at you made it impossible.
âI like seeing you like this,â she murmured, her fingers trailing lightly along your jawline. The touch was featherlight, her nails grazing your skin as she studied your face with a mix of amusement and desire. âSo vulnerable. So⊠willing.â
Her words sent a shiver down your spine, but it was her next move that truly unraveled you. Ireneâs lips curled into a smirk as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against your ear. âBefore we go any further,â she began, her tone dropping to a low, commanding purr, âthereâs something I want to hear from you.â
Her fingers tilted your chin slightly, her gaze locking onto yours with a playful intensity that made your heart race. âI want you to call me Mommy,â she said, her voice steady, laced with a confidence that left no room for hesitation.
The words hung in the air, heavy and electrifying. Your breath hitched, your mind racing as you tried to process her request. âM-Mommy?â you stammered, the word foreign on your tongue, your voice shaky as you struggled to say it.
âThatâs right,â she murmured, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear as she whispered, âCall me Mommy. I want to hear it.â
Her tone was firm but coaxing, and the raw need behind her words sent shivers cascading through you. You swallowed hard, the weight of the moment pressing against you as you finally whispered, âMommy,â barely audible.
Her reaction was immediate. A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips, her hands tightening slightly on your shoulders as her body trembled with excitement. âAgain,â she demanded softly, her voice trembling with arousal, her eyes dark with anticipation.
âMommy,â you repeated, louder this time, the word rolling off your tongue with surprising ease. It felt strange at first, but the way she respondedâher thighs trembling, her lips parting slightly, the subtle arch of her backâmade it feel right. Natural, even. The connection deepened, the tension between you amplifying in ways you hadnât anticipated.
âGood boy,â Irene purred, her voice thick with satisfaction and desire. Her hips moved against you again, her wetness brushing against your length, and the sensation made you twitch with need. âYou have no idea how good that makes me feel,â she continued, her tone laced with unrestrained pleasure.
Her excitement was palpable, her arousal feeding off your submission to her request. The way she ground her hips against you, her movements becoming more deliberate, made your pulse race, and the soft, breathy moans escaping her lips spurred you on.
As you shifted, positioning yourself over her, a sudden thought struck you. You hesitated, your hands trembling slightly against her hips. âI⊠I donât have a condom,â you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. The weight of the moment made your confession feel like an interruption.
Ireneâs eyes softened, her expression shifting instantly to one of reassurance. She cupped your cheek, her touch warm and firm as she pulled you down, letting your foreheads touch. âItâs okay, baby,â she whispered, her tone soothing yet steady. âLetâs just feel each other. This will be a proper first time.â
Her words washed over you, dissolving the last of your hesitation. The unwavering confidence in her voice and the tenderness in her gaze filled you with a sense of safety you hadnât realized you needed. You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as she spread her legs wider, welcoming you in with an openness that left you breathless.
You align yourself with her entrance, your body trembling with anticipation. The moment felt impossibly real, every nerve alive with the electric charge of what was about to happen. But as you moved to press inside, you missedâthe head of your length slipping against her slick folds instead. A flush of embarrassment washed over you, and you stammered, âS-sorry,â your voice shaky as you avoided her gaze.
Irene let out a soft, melodic laugh, her hand reaching for yours with a gentleness that steadied you. âItâs okay, baby,â she said softly, her voice full of patience and understanding. Guiding you with practiced ease, she adjusted your angle, her touch deliberate and sure. âHere⊠just like this.â
With her guidance, you slid inside her, and the sensation overwhelmed you instantly, like a tidal wave crashing over your senses. The heat was all-encompassing, a searing warmth that seemed to pull you deeper, while the wet, silken texture of her body wrapped around you, cradling you in a way that felt impossibly perfect. It was as though she had been made for you, every movement drawing you further into a connection youâd only dreamed of. Your chest tightened, and your breath caught, the sheer intensity of the moment rendering you motionless for a heartbeat.
Your mind reeled as the reality of it sank in: you were inside Ireneâthe woman you had admired from afar for years. The one who had occupied your thoughts, your dreams, your quiet moments of longing. And now, her warmth surrounded you, her body fitting against yours like the last piece of a puzzle you never thought youâd complete. The intimacy was overwhelming, both physically and emotionally, and it took everything in you to steady yourself, to remember to breathe.
Your eyes darted to hers, seeking reassurance, and what you found made your heart swell. Ireneâs gaze met yours, her eyes soft and full of tenderness, yet smoldering with desire that sent a shiver down your spine. Her lips curved into a gentle smile, one that held no judgment, only encouragement. She raised her hands to your shoulders, her fingertips brushing lightly against your skin, grounding you in the moment as she whispered, âYouâre doing well, baby.â
Her words melted into you, a quiet melody that soothed your nerves and spurred your confidence. Slowly, she shifted, her legs wrapping around your waist in an embrace that drew you closer. The slight arch of her back, the way her body trembled faintly against yours, made the connection feel deeper, richer. Her warmth seemed endless, her body adjusting to yours with a fluidity that felt almost magical.
Each subtle movement of hersâher hips pressing gently into yours, her arms tightening around your backâspoke a language you didnât need words to understand. The sensation of her, of being completely joined with her, was unlike anything youâd ever imagined. Her skin was hot and smooth under your palms, her breathing soft yet uneven as it matched your own.
âLook at me,â she whispered, her voice soft but commanding. One of her hands cupped your cheek, her thumb brushing lightly against your skin. âI want you to see how good youâre making me feel.â
You obeyed, your gaze locking onto hers. Her expression was raw, unguardedâdesire mingling with affection, her lips parting slightly as a soft moan escaped. Her cheeks glowed in the dim light, her skin luminous with warmth as her breaths came quicker, matching your own. Every moment, every movement, felt like it was drawing the two of you closer, deepening the connection in a way that left you both utterly consumed.
âYouâre doing so well,â she murmured, her voice like honey, rich and soothing. Her fingers traced the curve of your jaw, her touch soft yet firm, grounding you as your body trembled with anticipation. âJust take it slow. Feel me.â
You began to move, your hips shifting tentatively at first, each thrust deliberate and cautious. Your body quaked with a mix of exhilaration and nervousness, every movement guided by the quiet encouragement in her voice. Ireneâs soft moans spilled into the air like a melody, her sounds coaxing you, pulling you deeper into the moment. The way she responded to youâthe arch of her back, the way her nails lightly grazed your skinâsent waves of heat through you, spurring you on.
Her eyes caught yours, and a smile tugged at her lips, equal parts reassuring and hungry. She reached up, cupping your face in her hands, and pulled you down into a deep kiss. Her lips moved against yours with a fervent intensity, her hunger unmistakable. It wasnât just a kissâit was a connection, a melding of desire and trust that left you spiraling.
The sensations were overwhelmingâthe warmth of her body beneath you, the way her breath hitched each time you moved, the intoxicating taste of her kiss. Every inch of your skin seemed alive, buzzing with electricity as her soft moans blended with the sound of your labored breaths. Your hips faltered, your rhythm breaking as the buildup reached an unbearable crescendo. The heat coiling in your core surged forward, unstoppable, and with one final thrust, you erupted inside her.
The intensity of your release hit you like a tidal wave, your entire body trembling as a raw, primal energy coursed through you. It was nothing like youâd ever felt beforeâevery nerve alight, your mind completely blank save for the sensation of her warmth enveloping you. Your legs buckled beneath you as the strength drained from your body, and you slipped slightly, unintentionally pushing deeper into her. A sharp, unsteady gasp escaped your lips as your entire body shuddered, unable to hold itself up under the sheer force of the moment.
Irene let out a soft, breathy moan as your weight pressed into her, her hands moving to steady you, her touch gentle yet firm. Her fingers trailed along your back, grounding you as your chest heaved against hers, your breaths coming in uneven bursts. The world seemed to tilt, the edges of your vision blurring as the aftershocks rippled through you, leaving you weak and trembling.
âMommy, IâIâm sorry,â you stammered after a moment, your voice shaky with embarrassment and panic. The realization of what had just happened hit you all at once, and you struggled to lift yourself off her, though your arms felt like jelly. âI didnât mean toââ
âShh,â Irene interrupted gently, her fingers brushing against your lips to quiet you. Her touch was warm, reassuring, and her smile, soft and knowing, made your panic ebb slightly. Her expression glowed with a mix of affection and satisfaction, her eyes sparkling as she held your gaze. There was no judgment, only warmth and a hint of playfulness that sent a flicker of heat through your chest. âItâs okay, baby. That was bound to happen.â
Her hand moved to the back of your head, her fingers threading through your hair as she pulled you down to rest against her chest. The rise and fall of her breathing was steady, soothing, a sharp contrast to the storm of emotions swirling inside you. âIt just means you couldnât help yourself,â she whispered, her voice low and dripping with satisfaction. Her words were gentle, but there was a glimmer of something deeper in her toneâpride, even delight.
âAnd honestlyâŠâ Her voice dipped lower, almost a purr as her fingers lightly trailed down your spine, leaving a tingling warmth in their wake. âIt makes me feel sexy knowing how much I excite you.â
Her words hung in the air, thick with an electric tension that made your heart race all over again. The confidence in her tone, the way her lips curved into a knowing smile, only magnified the pull she had on you. She shifted slightly beneath you, her body still warm and soft against yours, her every movement exuding an effortless sensuality that left you utterly captivated.
âFeeling this way,â she murmured, her nails lightly grazing your scalp as she held you close, âitâs like youâre showing me exactly how irresistible I am to you. And that⊠makes me want you even more.â
She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, her fingers threading gently through your hair. âDonât worry,â she murmured, her voice a calming balm. âWe have plenty of time to work on your stamina.â
Despite her reassurance, your face burned with embarrassment as you slowly pulled out of her. The sensation left you trembling, your heart racing as your eyes fell to the sight of your release seeping from her entrance. The visual was hypnoticâraw and intimateâand it sent an unbidden twitch through your already overly sensitive length. A mix of awe and arousal coursed through you, leaving your thoughts scrambled.
Irene sat up on the couch, her movements unhurried and graceful despite the intimacy you had just shared. Her bare skin glistened faintly in the soft light, her chest rising and falling with her steady breaths. When her eyes met yours, there was no judgmentâonly a playful glint dancing within them. She leaned back slightly, spreading her legs just enough to hold your gaze captive.
âDonât look so embarrassed,â she teased, her tone soft but laced with amusement. âWeâve got plenty of time to figure this out.â Her voice carried an air of authority that both comforted and electrified you as she motioned for you to kneel. âNow, come here. Let me teach you how to pleasure a woman.â
The mix of her confidence and warmth quelled some of your lingering nerves, though your hands still trembled slightly as you lowered yourself to your knees. The position felt both humbling and thrilling, your gaze flickering between her face and her glistening folds, still dripping with the evidence of your earlier climax. The scent of her arousal hung in the air, musky and intoxicating, sending another pulse of heat through your body.
She reached out, her fingers brushing against the back of your head before gently cupping it, guiding you closer with practiced ease. Her touch was tender yet firm, leaving no doubt about her control of the moment. âDonât overthink it,â she murmured, her lips curling into a reassuring smile that sent a spark of courage through you. âJust follow my lead.â
The moment your lips met her warm, slick folds, your senses were flooded. The taste was intense and impossible to describeâearthy, musky, and utterly intoxicating. It was primal, a flavor that ignited something deep within you, rendering the nervous chatter in your mind silent. All that remained was the overwhelming need to please her, to feel her body respond to your touch.
âGood,â Irene breathed, her voice soft and laced with pleasure. âNow, use your tongue to tease me. Start with light strokes⊠right there.â
You followed her instructions carefully, your tongue moving tentatively at first, flicking gently against her entrance. The wet heat of her arousal coated your tongue as you explored her, drawing soft sighs of approval from her lips. Her hand remained steady on the back of your head, her fingers threading lightly through your hair as she guided your movements.
âPress a little harder,â she murmured, her hips shifting slightly against your mouth. Her voice was patient but tinged with desire, every word spurring you on. âYes, just like that. Now move up⊠here.â
She pointed to her clit with one hand, her fingers brushing it lightly to show you exactly where to focus. You obeyed, your lips wrapping around the sensitive nub as your tongue began to flick against it in slow, deliberate movements. The effect was immediateâher thighs trembled slightly, and a low moan escaped her lips, rich and unrestrained.
âThatâs it,â she gasped, her voice catching as her head tilted back. âKeep going. Donât stop.â
The weight of her praise lit a fire inside you, driving your movements to become bolder and more confident. Your tongue traced circles around her clit, alternating with quick flicks that matched the rhythm of her shallow, rapid breaths. Her body responded in ways that left you in aweâher hips shifting, her thighs trembling, her breathing growing heavier with each moment.
âUse more pressure here,â she urged, her voice breaking slightly with urgency. âYes⊠just like that. Now flick⊠mmm, perfect.â
Her moans grew louder, her hands gripping your hairânot to guide you, but to anchor herself as the sensations overwhelmed her. The tremble in her thighs intensified, her body tightening as your tongue worked her closer to the edge. Her nails pressed lightly into your scalp, her hips rocking in time with your movements as she lost herself in the rising pleasure.
The rhythm of her moans and the way her body reacted filled you with a sense of accomplishment, a primal pride that pushed you to keep going. You adjusted, moving with her as your tongue worked in unison with her rising need, tracing every sensitive spot she pointed out. Her thighs quaked against your cheeks, her voice becoming a mix of gasps and cries as you brought her closer, her pleasure radiating through every part of you.
âDonât stop,â she gasped, her voice breathless and tinged with desperation. Her hips began to move instinctively, grinding against your mouth, her rhythm purposeful and commanding. The slick warmth of her folds pressed firmly against your lips, her arousal coating your tongue as the taste and scent of her overwhelmed your senses. Every soft cry, every tremble of her thighs, spurred you on, pushing you to match her urgency.
Her moans grew sharper, raw and unrestrained, her control slipping as her body chased its breaking point. Her hips bucked harder, grinding against you, her movements becoming erratic as you pressed your tongue harder against her clit. You flicked and sucked with everything you had, fueled not just by the pleasure radiating from her but by the sheer pride swelling in your chest. This was Ireneâthe idol you had adored for yearsâand you were the one unraveling her, the one reducing her to this trembling, vulnerable state.
Her thighs clenched around your head, her hands tangling in your hair as her moans became cries, each sound sharper and more desperate than the last. You felt the tension building in her body, every shift of her hips, every quiver of her muscles driving her closer and closer to the edge. The knowledge that youâsomeone so inexperiencedâwere capable of drawing this level of pleasure from her only deepened your determination.
âIâm so close,â she gasped, her voice breaking as her back arched off the couch. Her tone was raw, almost pleading, as she clung to the final threads of control. âDonât stop⊠donât you dare stop.â
Her words hit you like a command, and you obeyed without hesitation, moving with a purpose that mirrored her rising need. Her body tensed beneath you, her thighs trembling violently against your face as the tension inside her finally snapped. With one final, desperate grind, Irene cried outâa raw, guttural sound that filled the room. Her body arched as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, her muscles pulsing and quivering against your mouth as her orgasm consumed her.
The moment was mesmerizing, intimate, and deeply humbling. As she came apart in your hands, you felt an immense swell of pride, the realization hitting you with staggering force: you had done this. You had brought her to this peak. The woman youâd admired for so long, this untouchable vision of perfection, was utterly undone because of you.
Her grip on your hair tightened briefly, her fingers threading through it as though to steady herself, before her hands fell away, her body collapsing back onto the couch in a state of complete surrender. You pulled back slightly, your lips and chin glistening, your own breath ragged as you took her in. Irene was a visionâher flushed cheeks, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath, the faint sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. She was beautiful, vulnerable, and utterly yours in that moment.
As her breathing steadied, her eyes fluttered open, her gaze softening as it met yours. A satisfied smile spread across her lips, a mix of pride, affection, and something deeper flickering in her expression. She reached out, her fingers brushing tenderly against your cheek, her touch leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.
âGood boy,â she murmured, her voice low and sultry, each word dripping with satisfaction. Her praise sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through your body, your heart pounding with both pride and awe. The fact that sheâyour idolâwas praising you, calling you her âgood boy,â only deepened the intimacy of the moment.
âYouâre a fast learner,â she added, her tone laced with both amusement and pride. But as her smile widened, there was something else in her gazeâpossessiveness, a quiet but unmistakable sense of ownership. She loved knowing that she was your first and only, the one who had drawn this effort, this passion, from you.
âYou know,â she murmured, her fingers tracing your jawline as she leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping lower. âI love how no one else has ever seen you like this, felt you like this.â Her lips curved into a smirk as her fingers trailed down to your chest, lingering there as she added, âAnd no one else will.â
Her possessiveness was subtle but undeniable, a claim spoken through her touch, her gaze, and the way her words wrapped around you. The thought of being hers, of belonging to her in this way, sent a thrill through you that mingled with the lingering pride of having brought her so much pleasure.
As her eyes drifted downward, her smirk deepened. She noticed your arousal, now fully hardened again, throbbing with renewed energy despite the intensity of what youâd just shared. Her confidence radiated as she leaned back slightly, her movements unhurried, her body still glowing in the aftermath.
âWell,â she said, her voice teasing but filled with promise, her fingers trailing down your chest, âit seems like youâre ready for round two.â Her tone carried the same mix of pride and playful dominance that left you completely captivated, her gaze holding yours with an intensity that made your heart race all over again.
You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breathing, but the sight of Ireneâher body still glowing, her skin flushed, her lips curled into a satisfied yet teasing smileâonly drove your need higher. Her eyes, half-lidded but sharp, seemed to drink you in, a mixture of pride and hunger swirling within them. It was a look that sent a jolt through every part of you.
You knelt before her, determination and longing fueling your every move. âMommy, let me try again,â you said, your voice low but trembling with nervous excitement. The smirk that spread across her lips deepened, her gaze sweeping over you in a way that made your skin tingle, as if she was already savoring what came next.
âRedemption, huh?â Irene teased, her sultry tone wrapping around you like velvet. She leaned back slightly, her hands trailing up your arms, encouraging and expectant. âAlright, baby. Show me what youâve learned.â
Her legs parted gracefully, welcoming you in, and the heat radiating from her folds drew you closer, your arousal throbbing at the sight of her. You positioned yourself carefully, hovering above her, your hands steady on her hips as her fingers traced idle patterns along your arms. Every touch, every look she gave you felt like both a challenge and an invitation.
This time, you were resolute. With a slow, deliberate motion, you slid inside her, her tight, slick warmth enveloping you completely. A shuddering gasp escaped your lips at the sensation, the overwhelming pleasure igniting every nerve in your body. Ireneâs head fell back against the cushions, her eyes fluttering shut as a soft moan slipped from her lips. Her hands gripped your shoulders, grounding herself as her body adjusted to your presence.
You began to move, your hips rolling in slow, steady thrusts, savoring every inch of her. Each motion elicited a quiet sound of approval from her, her breath hitching slightly as you set a confident rhythm. The connection between you grew with every movement, the sound of her quiet moans filling the space, spurring you on.
Then, an idea struck youâa bold impulse born of your longing to see her completely undone. Lowering your head, you brushed your lips against the curve of her breast. Ireneâs eyes opened briefly, her breath catching in surprise, but she didnât stop you. If anything, the slight arch of her back told you to keep going. Your tongue flicked over her nipple, teasing it with light strokes before pulling it gently into your mouth.
âAhââ The sound she made was sharper than before, a soft cry that sent a thrill coursing through you. Her nails dug lightly into your shoulders, her body responding instantly to the new sensation. âOh⊠good boy,â she breathed, her voice trembling with pleasure as your tongue circled her sensitive bud.
The pride in her voice ignited something deeper within you, driving your lips and tongue to lavish her other breast with equal attention. You alternated between gentle nibbles and slow, deliberate flicks of your tongue, watching as her chest rose and fell more erratically. Her reactions spurred you on, her soft gasps and low moans growing louder with every touch, every kiss.
âYouâre full of surprises,â she murmured, her voice rich with approval but laced with a faint edge of possession. The way you explored her body, your eagerness and growing confidence, made her heart race. The thought that she alone had awakened this side of you, that no one else would ever know this version of you, filled her with a fierce pride that only deepened her desire.
After a few more languid thrusts, you felt yourself nearing the edge again, the tight heat of her body pulling you dangerously close. But this time, you pulled out, your resolve firm. Lowering yourself between her legs, you replaced your length with your tongue, eagerly lapping at her folds to keep her pleasure building. The slickness of her arousal coated your lips, the intoxicating taste spurring you to push past your own limits.
âFuckâŠ. Such a good boy,â she gasped, her fingers tangling in your hair as you worked her clit with focused precision. The way her hips bucked against your mouth, her breath catching with each flick of your tongue, filled you with a pride that matched her own. You wanted her to feel everything, to give her every ounce of yourself.
Her moans grew louder, her voice tinged with desperation as she clung to the edge. âYes⊠just like that,â she panted, her body trembling as you brought her closer again. âDonât stop, baby.â
When you felt ready once more, you rose above her, positioning yourself carefully. Ireneâs legs wrapped around your waist, drawing you in as you slid back inside her. Her moan this time was deeper, her nails dragging lightly down your back as you set a steady rhythm. The wet, slick friction was overwhelming, but you were determined to match her pace, to give her everything she deserved.
As your thrusts quickened, you dipped your head again, your mouth capturing her nipple once more. The unexpected move made her gasp sharply, her back arching into you as her hips met yours in perfect rhythm. âOhâyes,â she cried, her voice raw and unrestrained. The mix of sensationsâyour tongue on her breasts and your length driving into herâpushed her closer, the sounds of her pleasure creating a symphony that left you both breathless.
Her body tightened around you, her warmth and the sheer intensity of the connection sending you spiraling toward your own release. The way she moaned your name, the way her hands gripped your arms as if she couldnât let you go, made you feel both powerful and completely hers. Every motion, every sound, every shared breath between you deepened the bond, leaving you utterly captivated by her and the moment you had created together.
âMommy,â you murmured instinctively, the word slipping from your lips as if it were the only thing anchoring you to reality. Her name carried the weight of your longing, your admiration, and the raw intensity of the moment. The sound of it filled the air between you, intimate and charged.
The effect on her was immediate. Her eyes snapped open, locking onto yours with a look of wild hunger that sent a shiver down your spine. Her lips parted slightly, a soft gasp escaping as her body responded to the sound of her name. âSay it again,â she demanded, her voice trembling with need, thick with desire.
âMommy,â you repeated, your voice rough and fervent, the syllables tumbling out with an urgency that mirrored the heat building between you. âYou feel so good.â
Her reaction was electric. Her back arched off the couch, her nails digging into your shoulders hard enough to leave faint crescents in your skin. The way her body clenched around you, pulling you deeper with every thrust, made your pulse pound in your ears. Her moans became louder, more urgent, the sound of her pleasure igniting something primal in you.
The way she responded to youâher gasps, the tremor in her thighs, the flush spreading down her chestâfilled you with an overwhelming sense of pride. You could see it in her face, the way she lost herself in you, and it made your heart race with the knowledge that you were the one drawing this from her. You moved faster, the rhythm of your hips frantic now, your control slipping as the tension coiled tighter inside you both.
âMommy, Iâm closeâ you groaned again, the title spilling from your lips like a prayer. Each time you said it, her reaction grew more visceral, her body tightening around you, her cries reaching new heights.
âDonât stop,â she gasped, her hands cupping your face as she pulled you down into a kiss that left you breathless. Her lips moved against yours with desperate hunger, the connection between you electric. Her taste, her scent, the warmth of her skinâall of it consumed you entirely, blurring the edges of the world around you.
âIâm so close,â she whispered against your lips, her voice trembling with vulnerability and urgency. Her body trembled beneath you, her hips meeting yours with unrestrained fervor.
âMe too,â you panted, your forehead pressing against hers as your thrusts grew erratic, the tension in your core threatening to snap. The sound of her voice, the way her body clung to yoursâit was overwhelming, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
Her release came first, a sharp cry of ecstasy tearing from her lips as her body convulsed around you. The sound was raw, unrestrained, and it echoed in your ears, sending a jolt of electricity straight through you. The way her inner walls clenched and pulsed rhythmically around your length was unlike anything you had ever experiencedâan intoxicating mix of heat and pressure that made it impossible to hold back. Her thighs trembled violently, tightening around your waist as though she were anchoring herself to you in the overwhelming storm of her pleasure.
Her back arched sharply, her chest pressing against yours as wave after wave of ecstasy wracked her body. You could feel every shudder, every tremble, her bodyâs response drawing you deeper into the moment. Her hands gripped at your shoulders, her nails biting into your skin as though she couldnât contain the sheer force of it. Each convulsion, each flutter of her body around you, only intensified the sensations coursing through you, pulling you closer to the edge.
âThatâs it,â she purred, her voice a sultry whisper as she let her body sink deeper into the couch. âFill mommy up. Youâve been so good for me.â
The sight of herâher head tilted back, her lips parted as breathless moans spilled from her, her skin flushed and glowing in the dim lightâwas enough to send you spiraling. You felt your own release building, coiling tighter and tighter until there was no holding back.
Your release surged through you, your body shaking as you spilled into her, the waves of pleasure crashing over you both in perfect unison. The shared intensity was overwhelming, each of you amplifying the otherâs climax in a way that made it feel infinite, boundless. Your hips moved instinctively, prolonging the moment, the friction and heat drawing out every last shudder of ecstasy.
Her arms wrapped around you as you collapsed against her, your bodies slick with sweat and trembling in the aftermath. The soft rise and fall of her chest beneath you, the gentle rhythm of her breathing mingling with yours, created a cocoon of warmth and intimacy. Ireneâs fingers traced lazy, soothing patterns across your back, grounding you as your heart began to slow. The scent of your combined musk lingered in the air, adding to the intimacy of the moment.
âPretty good for your first time,â she murmured softly, her voice tinged with satisfaction and a lingering huskiness. There was pride in her tone, but also something deeperâan affection that made your chest tighten. Her hands slid into your hair, cradling your head against her as she pressed a tender kiss to your temple.
You shifted slightly, lifting your head just enough to meet her gaze. Her eyes sparkled with serene contentment, her expression relaxed but teasing as her fingers brushed through your damp hair. âSo,â she murmured, her voice warm and playful, âhow does it feel to finally cross that line?â
Your cheeks flushed, but the words came easily, carried by the warmth of the moment. âItâs⊠indescribable,â you admitted, your voice soft but earnest. âBecause it was with you. Never in a million years did I think this would happen.â
Unable to resist, you leaned forward, pressing a lingering kiss to her shoulder, your lips savoring the softness of her skin. The quiet intimacy of the moment wrapped around you like a protective shield, the glow of your shared connection filling the room with a warmth you never wanted to fade. Her hand found its way to the back of your neck, her fingers lightly stroking your skin as she held you close.
As the intensity of the moment began to ebb, you collapsed fully against her, your chest pressing against hers as her arms wrapped protectively around you. Her fingertips brushed tenderly through your hair, each motion laced with affection. âGood boy,â she murmured, her voice soft and full of praise. âYou made mommy feel so good⊠Iâm proud of you.â
Her words sent a fresh wave of warmth through you, the sincerity in her tone soothing any lingering nerves. You remained pressed against her, your bodies entwined in the afterglow of your shared release. Her soft breaths ghosted against your ear, each exhale a tender reminder of the closeness you had just shared. Slowly, her hands began to move again, tracing gentle, soothing strokes along your back. Her touch was light but steady, radiating a quiet affection that anchored you to the moment.
The high of your climax still lingered in the air as your breathing slowed and synced with hers. Ireneâs arms remained securely wrapped around you, her fingers drawing delicate patterns along your spine. The warmth of her skin against yours, the steady rhythm of her breathing, and the faint hum of satisfaction in her chest created a cocoon of intimacy that made the rest of the world feel far away.
After a long pause, her voice broke the silence, quiet but firm. âI donât want this to be a one-time thing,â she said suddenly, her fingers stilling as she lifted your face to meet her gaze. Her expression was calm but serious, her eyes searching yours as though seeking a promise. âI mean it. Iâm not letting you go after tonight.â
Her words sent a jolt through you, and your chest tightened as you processed the weight of what she was saying. âMe too,â you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. âI want to stay with you.â
Her lips curved into a soft smile, her eyes shimmering with a mix of relief and affection. âGood boy,â she murmured, her tone gentle but laced with pride. âLetâs go to my place, then. I want you there. With me.â
Her words sent a surge of excitement through you, a mix of nerves and disbelief swirling in your chest. Ireneâs houseâher personal space, her sanctuaryâit was something youâd only ever dreamed of seeing. But the warmth in her eyes and the soft, grounding pressure of her hand on yours erased any hesitation.
She helped you dress, her movements unhurried and deliberate, her quiet confidence calming your racing thoughts. Once ready, the two of you stepped out into the cool night air. The hum of lingering fans still filled the space outside, their energy a sharp contrast to the quiet intimacy youâd just shared. Irene tugged a cap low over her face and adjusted her mask to obscure her features, her elegant jawline and sharp eyes barely visible beneath her disguise. But even with her face half-hidden, her presence was unmistakable to you.
The crowd wasnât massive, but it was enough to make your chest tighten with worry. What if someone spotted her? The thought made your pulse quicken, and you instinctively glanced over at her. She caught your gaze, her eyes softening as she squeezed your hand lightly. âItâs fine,â she murmured, her voice calm but encouraging. âJust stay close to me.â
You nodded, but the nervousness lingered, your mind racing with the thought of her being recognized. Then, without really thinking, you tightened your grip on her hand, an idea sparking in your chest. âThis way!â you whispered, breaking into a grin as you gently pulled her along a quieter path.
She blinked, momentarily surprised, before a soft laugh escaped her lips. Irene allowed herself to be led, her steps quickening to match your pace. You darted through the dimly lit side alleys, ducking past clusters of fans and steering her confidently through the maze of the venueâs surroundings. Every so often, you glanced back at her to make sure she was keeping up, your boyish energy bubbling over in a way you couldnât suppress.
She didnât say much, but the amused twinkle in her eyes was impossible to miss. The spontaneity of your actions, the way you move with purpose yet couldnât hide your youthful excitementâit caught her off guard in the best way. She hadnât expected this side of you, and it made her chest tighten with an unfamiliar warmth. Her lips curved into a soft smile as she let you take charge, the simple joy radiating from you pulling her in further.
âYouâre really into this, huh?â she finally said, her tone light but carrying a teasing affection.
You glanced back, your grin sheepish but bright. âJust trying to keep you out of the spotlight,â you replied earnestly, your voice slightly breathless from the adrenaline of it all.
Irene shook her head, her smile deepening. âYouâre cute,â she murmured, her voice almost to herself. The way you darted through the shadows, focused yet visibly buzzing with excitement, made her want to laughâbut not in mockery. There was something so genuine about your energy, so pure, that she found herself falling for it without even realizing.
When the two of you finally reached her car, you opened the door for her with an almost comical nervousness, as though you were escorting royalty. She chuckled softly as she slid into the driverâs seat, watching you fumble slightly with your seatbelt before settling in beside her. The sleek interior of her car was exactly what youâd imaginedâelegant, understated, and carrying the faint scent of her perfume. You tried to stay composed, but the reality of being in Ireneâs car hit you all at once.
âThis is amazing,â you muttered, your voice half in awe. âI mean⊠your car. I canât believe Iâm here.â
Her eyes flicked to you, amusement tugging at her lips. âItâs just a car, baby,â she teased, though there was a warmth in her tone that made your cheeks flush.
âYeah, but itâs your car,â you replied, barely able to contain yourself. You glanced out the window as the city lights blurred into streaks of color, your thoughts spinning as you tried to process everything. âI never thought Iâdâthis is just⊠insane.â
Irene smiled quietly, shaking her head as she returned her focus to the road. âRelax,â she said, her voice gentle but teasing. âWeâre almost home.â
The journey passed in a surreal haze for you, but for Irene, it was something else entirely. She kept stealing glances at you out of the corner of her eye, watching the way your awe slowly slipped out in small, unguarded bursts. The way you ran your fingers lightly over the seat belt strap as if to confirm it was real, the way you gazed out the window with wide eyes, taking in every detail like you were living a dreamâit all tugged at something deep inside her. She didnât say much, but her heart softened with every moment, the quiet joy you radiated making her smile more than she realized.
When the car finally pulled into her driveway, your breath hitched. Her house was grand yet understated, its sleek lines illuminated by the soft glow of the outdoor lights. The manicured garden added a touch of warmth, the entire scene exuding Ireneâs elegance. You barely managed to follow her inside, your steps faltering as you took in your surroundings.
Inside, the awe only deepened. Photos of Irene adorned the walls, each one more striking than the last. You paused in front of oneâa candid shot of her backstage, her face lit up with laughterâand your chest tightened. Her house felt so unmistakably her, a blend of sophistication and comfort that made every corner feel like an extension of her personality.
âThis isâŠâ you began, your voice trailing off as you struggled to find the right words.
âOverwhelming?â she teased, her tone light as she watched your reaction.
You nodded, laughing nervously. âYeah. Itâs just so⊠you.â
Her smile softened, and she stepped closer, her hand brushing lightly against yours. âYouâre so cute,â she said quietly, her voice carrying a hint of pride. Her eyes lingered on you for a moment before she tilted her head toward the hallway. âCome on, baby. Letâs get comfortable.â
She led you to her bedroom, and your breath caught as the door opened. The space was stunning, every detail carefully curated to reflect Ireneâs elegance and warmth. The soft glow of ambient lighting bathed the room in a golden hue, highlighting the muted tones of the walls and the understated luxury of her furniture. Her bed, draped in soft, inviting fabrics that looked as though theyâd been handpicked for comfort and sophistication, seemed impossibly large and welcoming. The faint scent of citrus lingered in the air, wrapping around you like a warm embrace. Each step closer made the nervous excitement bubbling inside you intensify.
Irene guided you gently toward the bed, her touch firm yet tender as her fingers brushed against yours. There was something unspoken in her movementsâa quiet confidence that reassured you as she tugged you closer. âCome here,â she murmured, her voice soft and steady, laced with an affection that sent warmth flooding through your chest.
She perched on the edge of the bed, her movements fluid and deliberate, and pulled you down beside her. Her arms wrapped around you easily, holding you close. Her hand found its way to your hair, her fingers threading through it as she began stroking gently, the repetitive motion grounding you. âRelax, baby,â she whispered, her voice low and soothing. âYouâre home now.â
You leaned into her touch, the weight of her arm around your shoulders anchoring you. The warmth of her body, the steady rhythm of her breathingâit all felt so calming, so intimate. Then she shifted slightly, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze.
âYou trust me, donât you?â she asked softly, her eyes searching yours.
You nodded, the sincerity in her tone and the softness of her expression easing the nervous flutter in your chest.
âGood.â Her lips curved into a faint smile as she stood, her movements graceful and unhurried. She reached for the hem of her blouse and, without breaking eye contact, pulled it over her head in one fluid motion. The sight of her bare skin left you breathless. Even though youâd just shared the most intimate of moments with her, the sheer beauty of her still made your pulse race.
Ireneâs fingers moved deftly, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Her chest was fully exposed now, her skin glowing softly in the warm light of the room. Your eyes couldnât help but linger, drinking in every detail as though it were the first time. She noticed your gaze and let out a soft, amused laugh, her lips quirking into a playful smile.
âStill staring?â she teased gently, her voice carrying a note of affection that sent warmth rushing through you. âYouâve already seen everything, baby.â
âI⊠I canât help it,â you admitted, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. âYouâre justâŠâ
âPerfect?â she finished for you, her smile widening slightly as she stepped closer. âItâs okay. I donât mind.â Her tone was playful but tinged with a quiet pride.
She reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against your cheek. âYour turn,â she said, her voice soft but insistent. âStrip for meâ
Your hands trembled slightly as you obeyed, pulling off your shirt and kicking off your shoes before working on your pants. The nervous excitement from earlier had returned in full force, your heart pounding as you stood before her in nothing but your boxers. She watched you with an intensity that made your skin tingle, her gaze unrelenting yet warm.
âGood boy,â she murmured, her voice low and satisfied as she took your hand and guided you closer. âNow, come to bed.â
The invitation in her voice made your chest tighten, and you followed her lead, climbing onto the plush mattress as she settled beside you. The softness of the bed cradled you, and Ireneâs warmth as she pulled you into her embrace was both soothing and electrifying. Her hands found their way to your hair again, her touch gentle but deliberate as she stroked slowly.
âLet mommy take care of you,â she murmured, tilting your face toward her chest. Her fingers brushed your jaw, her touch tender but insistent. âSuckle.â
The word hung in the air, intimate and commanding, and your heart thudded in your chest as her gaze met yours. There was no hesitation in her eyes, only a quiet reassurance that melted away your nerves. Slowly, you pressed your lips against her, your mouth opening as your tongue brushed against the softness of her skin. The warmth of her breast was overwhelming, its tenderness enveloping you completely as you latched instinctively.
âThatâs it,â she cooed, her voice soft and melodic, a lullaby just for you. Her hand returned to your hair, her fingers stroking through it in a gentle rhythm that matched her breathing. âGood boy. Just relax now.â
As you began to suckle, a wave of calm washed over you. Each slow, deliberate pull of your mouth deepened the connection between you, the act soothing you in a way you hadnât anticipated. Her skin was warm and impossibly soft against your lips, the faint mixture of her musk and the lingering traces of her perfume filling your senses with every breath. The world outside dissolved, replaced by the steady rise and fall of her chest, her heartbeat thrumming softly in your ear, and the gentle hum of satisfaction vibrating in her throat.
Ireneâs fingers continued their rhythmic strokes through your hair, her touch grounding you in the moment. Each sweep of her fingertips sent a tingling warmth through your scalp, a sensation that soothed the last vestiges of nervous energy. You let out a soft, involuntary sigh, your body sinking further into her embrace. Your limbs grew heavy with relaxation, your breathing naturally syncing with hers as you nestled closer.
For Irene, the moment was nothing short of exquisite. Every gentle pull of your mouth sent a ripple of warmth through her chest, a soft but insistent tug at something deeper within her. The sight of you, vulnerable and utterly trusting in her arms, filled her with a heady mix of pride and satisfaction. Your quiet dependence, the way your head rested against her so naturally, ignited an indescribable sense of fulfillment.
Her breath hitched slightly, the intimacy of the act stirring an unfamiliar but welcome heat in her core. Her nipples, already sensitive, responded to the gentle pressure of your mouth, the warm pull sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. She tilted her head back slightly, her lips parting as a soft, almost inaudible sigh escaped her. The mixture of the physical sensations and the emotional connection was unlike anything sheâd ever experienced.
âYouâre mine,â she whispered, her voice low and possessive, the words brushing against the top of your head like a promise. Her lips pressed a lingering kiss to your hair, the act both tender and claiming. âNo one else will ever have this.â
The conviction in her voice wrapped around you, comforting and commanding all at once. Your movements slowed, the gentle rhythm of your suckling growing lazier as the soothing comfort of her embrace lulled you further into a haze of peace and safety. Her hand, still stroking your hair, pressed with just enough firmness to make you feel securely tethered to her.
Irene closed her eyes for a moment, letting the sensations wash over her. The warmth of your body against hers, the subtle vibrations of your breathing, and the soft sounds you made created a cocoon of intimacy she didnât want to end. Her fingers moved from your hair to trace the curve of your cheek, her touch light and lingering, as if she couldnât resist savoring the moment.
âSleep, baby,â she murmured, her voice soft but steady, thick with affection. âYouâre safe here⊠with me.â
The words settled over you like a blanket, and with them came an overwhelming sense of peace. The glow of the room, the steady hum of her voice, and the enveloping warmth of her body surrounded you completely. Each pull of your mouth became slower, more relaxed, as the last remnants of tension melted away.
For Irene, the sight of youâso content, so utterly hersâstirred something deep within her. The possessiveness she felt was matched by an aching tenderness, the realization that you had given her something so precious and irreplaceable. She cradled you closer, her hand resting protectively on your back as her lips brushed another gentle kiss to your forehead.
As your breathing evened out and sleep claimed you, Irene watched you with quiet reverence. The weight of your trust, your vulnerability, filled her with a sense of purpose she hadnât known she needed. Together, wrapped in the glow of the moment, she knew this wasnât fleeting. It was the start of something profound, something she would hold onto with everything she had.
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hammock by the sea
pairing - miguel o'hara x wife!f!reader
warnings - fluff, established relationship, suggestive
summary - you and miguel enjoy a sunny july afternoon on your honeymoon in a hammock
translations: lo sé - i know / asà me gusta - that's how i like it
part 2! part3!
The air is hot, but fresh with a salty sea breeze. The waves roll rhythmically against the white shores, echoing through the gardens of the resort you're spending your honeymoon at.
Everything is so quiet, so serene, and incontestably intimate.
The hammock hangs low between two palms, heavy with your weight added on top of his. Miguel sits cosily in the linen cocoon, arms hanging out on each side. You're seated on his lap, straddling him. Sunlight grazes his features in interrupted stripes, filtered through the sharp palm leaves.Â
His eyes are closed, eyebrows relaxed. Your gaze lingers over his sculpted face, the shape of his eyes, his cheekbones, the line of his nose and his soft lips; then up to his dark hair, sun-kissed dark silk.Â
You're startled when you feel his hand take ahold of your wrist gently, pulling you with a little force into his embrace. Eyes still closed, he's silently asking you to lay back on top of him, to let him capture you back into his arms.Â
You remain straight for the single purpose of looking at him for a little longer. It's not often that you see him so relaxed, so defenceless and vulnerable. Your attention follows his jaw, adorned with the remnants of what used to be a stubble; then the line of his neck, and you hold back a primal impulse to bend down and start kissing it, just to hear him giggle lowly before groaning in need.
Your hands follow your vision, flowing down his broad shoulders, and over his strong pecs, reaching the firm muscles of his torso. You feel him tense up, flexing his abdomen under your touch and puffing out a giggled breath.Â
"You don't have to do that to impress me, you know." you keep your hands on his abdomen, struggling to mask the loving and lustful awe in your eyes.Â
"Lo sé. I just love to see you all red in the face." He smirks at you, pearl-white fangs peeking from the smile, opening his eyes enough just to witness the sight before him. You hadn't realised you were getting so flustered. Maybe it's the heat outside.
Or maybe it's just him, looking like a greek sculpture, completely enamoured by you and at your disposal. All sleepy, messy hair and smile teasing.Â
You cave in, laying yourself on top of him, head on his chest, hiding the blush in your cheeks. His arms encompass your body, holding you against him. You feel one of his legs drop out of the hammock, slowly swaying you both into a lulling cradle.Â
You snuggle into him, pressing your face closer to hear his heartbeat. With a deep sigh, you melt into him. He brings a hand to your hair, laying soft caresses over the expanse of your back.
But you don't want to fall asleep just yet. There's only so many things you could do. Getting up, you come face to face with him, starting to kiss him all over his face. He smiles, eyes still closed. You kiss him on his forehead, on his temples, all over his cheeks, and when you get close enough to the corner of his mouth, he catches you and deepens the kiss. His lips are soft and tender against yours, tongues dancing in tandem as you make out under the July sun.
His hands arrive at your sides, grasping at your waist before starting to tickle violently. You break away from the kiss, erupting in uncontrolled laughter. He doesn't stop. He keeps tickling until you're backing up on the opposite end of the hammock, seeking shelter from the attack.
He takes the chance and gets up from his place, repositioning himself so that he's laying on you, face up. The hammock swings abruptly from side to side and you nearly fall out of it. You scream and laugh but he doesn't stop until he's seated comfortably, head on your chest.
"There we go." He sighs, placing a quick peck on your breast, making you even more flustered, before once again shutting his eyes.
"You could've told me you wanted to switch."Â
"Wouldn't have been as fun."
You tangle your fingers in his hair, massaging lightly.
"Ah, asĂ me gusta" he moans and relaxes further into your embrace.Â
"You're so handsome." you mumble to yourself, gazing at him with all the love you could bestow upon someone.
He opens his eyes instantly, staring at you like you just told him the craziest thing he could've heard.
"Mi vida", he pauses, weighing his words for half a second, "coming from an angel like you, it means a lot."
You smile, knowing he means it. He's not the type to throw in compliments and sweet talk just for the sake of it, and you love him for that.
Your attention is suddenly intercepted by the sight of the fruit bowl you brought with you, next to the hammock. You pick it up and start with a strawberry. He looks up at you, eyes pleading silently. Raising your eyebrows smugly, you feed him a tangerine slice.Â
You analyse the picture before you, wishing you could freeze it in time. Miguel, comfortably seated on top of you, head on your soft chest, looking up at you like he's nothing less than a god and you're his paradisiacal muse, feeding him fruits.Â
However, the air suddenly shifts as your eyes river down his frame, and over to the hardening outline of his bulge, curved against his shorts. Your gaze returns to his, recognizing the familiar want beneath the relaxed façade.
"Let's take care of that, love", you suggest, pointing in the direction of your room with your eyes.
He doesn't waste a second before he stands up and scoops you from the hammock, hoisting you over his shoulder and giving your exposed ass a playful smack.
a/n - i'll make a part 2 if anyone is interested:)
EDIT: part 2
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brat two: i might say something stupid | joel miller
pairing/AU: joel miller x brat!female!reader â no outbreak
summary: joel is continuing to have a brat summer.
warnings: this is an 18+ fic so mdni! age gap, enemies to lovers vibes? swearing, use of pet names, smut, brat taming?, dom!joel, some daddy!joel, manhandling, some light bondage, a little exhibitionism? a little dacryphilia, praise, degradation (whore, slut), some sub space territory, edging, creampie, unprotected sex (donât do it!!), no use of y/n
a/n: ok, so a part two to this!! iâm giving reader a backstory in this so if thatâs not your cup of tea and prefer the reader to be a blank slate, then maybe this isnât for you. as always i wanna give a little shout out to @dustydaddyyy for always helping me when i'm stuck! <3 i know it's demure fall soon, but there's still some brat summer left, so happy reading! đ
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Joel.
Joel. Joel. Joel.
Joel Miller.
Miller. Miller. Miller.
The cicadas rattled in the breeze coming through the window of your childhood bedroom. It was hotter than Satanâs ass crack, and sleep couldnât pull you under. The hem seam of your ratty sleep shirt was fraying, and you couldnât keep yourself from picking at it â pulling at the threat.
Pull, pull, pull.
Joel Miller. That was his name on the mailbox, but heâd only told you Joel. Just Joel.
Yes, sir. Please, Daddy. Bye, Joel.
With a huff you sat up, your back resting against the headboard as your eyes rolled over the darkened room. The shadows shapeshifted before your eyes like ghosts, and you wondered if you deserved to be haunted.
It hadnât even been twenty-four hours.
You could still feel the phantom stretch of his cock inside you, and your cheeks were sore from his spanking, but it was nothing compared to your thoughts plagued by him.
God, you felt crazy, like a little girl with a school crush on the teacher.
Except, you didnât have crushes, didnât like, or fall in love, with anyone. People had a crush on you, people fell in love with you, people liked you.
Biting down on the soft skin of the inside of your cheek, you ripped away the thin blanket covering your bottom half as your feet touched the cold hardwood floor.
The switch on your bedside lamp clicked as the warm glow seemed to scare the ghosts away. The ratty shirt fell over your knees as you walked across the room and flung open the door. A triangle of light cut the hardwood floor in two as you made your way down the hall and stairs. The slapping of bare feet against wood echoed against the tall ceiling, and eyes followed you from the faces on the wall.
Stepping into the kitchen, you were alone. Pierre had left right after dinner, and Eva had left early with her daughter. You didnât like to keep them longer than needed, especially on weekends. Your father would pay them the same, anyway â and it was just you here.
You hated the other house. It was no place to live, it was a place of business, for politics. You hated this house too, but for other reasons â too many memories, plastered on smiles and lies. The dentist had told you to start wearing a night guard when they divorced, but youâd stopped wearing it when you went to college.
Grabbing a glass from the cupboard, you made your way over to the fridge. Your whole body felt heavy, your head rolling off your shoulder when something caught your eye in the backyard.
It was gone.
âShit.â
An ice cube escaped the rim of your glass and split into a thousand pieces on the tiled floor. You pulled your glass from the dispenser in the fridge, and hunkered down, ice melting between your fingers.
With a sigh you watched the splintered ice vanish, dripping in an erratic rhythm that added to the small puddle on the floor. You didnât want to feel like this. Why were you feeling like this?
You left the glass of ice on the counterâ let the ice melt on the floor and escaped through the sliding doors into the backyard. The sky was bright with light pollution over the trees, and everywhere the buzzing of cicadas filled your ears. With a sigh, you fell into one of the chairs, the cushion stiff against your back as your eyes landed on the large oak. You trailed your eyes over the branches, the oneâs youâd known every crook and cranny of when you were a child.
It was gone.
The small crooked, and probably dangerous, treehouse where youâd spent so many hours hiding away as a child. Not that they ever noticed, your parents, too busy yelling at each other to see where their daughter had vanished.
Of course it was gone.
Gone, like the happy little girl youâd used to be. And what had taken her place? A party girl? A mess of a woman hiding behind the disguise of a sharp tongue?
Jesus Christ, you needed to get your shit together. Distract yourselfâ pull yourself away from all the feelings you couldnât control.
Shifting uncomfortably, you fished your phone from where it had drowned in the cushions. The bright blue light burned your eyes as you scrolled, pulling you from everything real to unreality. Plastered on smiles and perfect bodies, sunny beaches, and aesthetic photos. You handed out hearts like they cost nothing, and pretended you hadnât seen your DMs.
Still, you couldnât shake the thought of him. The way the weight of him had felt over you, how heâd spoken, voice rough and commanding, but still playful. It was like you were guided by a puppeteer when your thumb hovered over the google search.
Joel Miller.
You didnât know what youâd expected â Joel Miller wasnât a one in a million name, and now you were scrolling through every Joel Miller famous enough to throne at the top of a google search. But, you werenât going to give up that easily. You moved on to Facebook. He was old, heâd have to have one.
Bingo.
There he was. A few years younger, his hair a little messy, smiling bright. His profile was private, and you sure as hell werenât sending him a friend request, but something inside you screamed to know more about the man youâd let come inside you less than twenty-four hours ago.
You tried to click your way through his pictures, but there was nothing to see. Next, you tried the about page: Lives in Austin, Texas (this you obviously already knew)⊠born September 26th⊠Male⊠Single⊠You felt a smile tug at the corners of your mouth, as you continued to scroll... Works for Miller Contracting⊠And finally, his family: Tommy Miller.
His brotherâs profile needed a lesson in internet safety. This man shared everything and all for strangers to see. You flicked through photos of neighborhood cookouts, date nights with his soon to be wife, the same graduation pictures of a girl youâd seen hanging on Joelâs wall.
âProudest uncle in the world! Congratulations, Sarah Miller! đâ€ïž The smartest and most talented Miller! đâ
Your finger hovered over his daughterâs name, curiosity gnawing at your insides. Shaking your head, you clicked away. You could own up to stalking his Facebook, and his brother had basically invited you to stalk, but his daughter? It felt like crossing a line you couldnât come back from. Back on Tommyâs profile you noticed he also worked for Miller Contracting.
A family business.
Continuing your research, you clicked through to the businessâ profile. The profile looked to be run by Tommy, with frequent updates on projects theyâd worked on, from renovations to outdoor landscaping, to new condos, Miller Contracting had a broad resume, but the contact person was set to one Joel Miller.
A thought tickled at the back of your brain then, and your gaze flicked from your phone to the low-lit backyard. A smile you couldnât fight back pulled at your lips.
The sun beat down on the men as they worked. A bright yellow dot in the clear blue sky. From your bedroom window you watched them, how theyâd turned the previous green patch of grass into a deep moldy hole.
Convincing your father had been easy enough; heâd shrugged, and given his default answer to pretty much any request you had, which was a bored âYes, sweetie.â For years now, the rule of thumb with your dad had been: as long as you didnât bother him and his busy schedule, he didnât care what you did.Â
Well, that wasnât entirely true. As long as nothing you did reflected badly on him, and especially on the carefully curated image of âloving family manâ his constituents seemed to love so much, he didnât care. The Governor of Texas couldnât have his daughterâs bad decisions cost him votes, after all.
Your mother had always said it, always complained over her extra dry martinis, that your father only cared about one thing in his life, and it wasnât his family. Your face soured as you thought about it.Â
Votes.Â
Your mother hadnât been right about a lot of things in your life, but she had been right about this. Votes, and power. Thatâs all heâd ever cared about. It had been like that ever since you were a child, and over time, youâd learned to exploit that fact like you would a weakness, holding it as leverage over his head if he ever told you no, which he naturally never did. The agreement was silent, but clear as day; as long as you got your way, you would cater to his image, and behave.Â
And you did; showed up when needed with a smile that hurt your cheeks, kept up his image, and in turn you got your way.
The swimming pool was just another ask in a long line of wishes. Heâd questioned you at first, âYou want to build a pool in the middle of summer?â The pool you didnât care for, it was the men whoâd build it. Youâd given your father your look, the one where you tipped your head down slightly, bit your bottom lip and looked at him with doe-y eyes. Heâd had a landscape architect draw up something for you by the end of the week, and by Monday heâd had the city approve the changes to the premises. Heâd given you a rise of his eyebrow when youâd pitched the contractors you wanted for the job, but nevertheless, heâd put his assistant on the job right away.
Theyâd arrived bright and early this morning, their shouts over loud machines pulling you from your slumber. Youâd pulled your pillow over your head, dying to catch some more Zâs, it was summer break after all, but the pull of seeing him again was too strong. The excitement bubbled in your chest, and a satisfied grin spread across your face when youâd realized your plan had worked.
Joel Miller was in your backyard, standing under the oak tree with his hands on his hip, as he carefully watched over his crew. His work clothes fit him just as well as the t-shirt and jeans heâd worn at the club, but he looked less polishedâ his hair messier with a carpenterâs pencil tucked behind his hair. Your eyes trailed over him from where you watched from the house, how he moved about the site, helped his men when needed, evaluating every step, studying the drawings carefully as he ordered his men around with the same authority youâd come to know him for after the night youâd spent together.
If all of this went well, youâd have him again.
âLooking good, guys! But itâs a bit loud,â you shouted over the excavator, one arm raised to shade your eyes from the sun from where you stood at the edge of the veranda.
You watched how the men milled about, squinting up from their work at you. Their gazes lingered over your body, they werenât subtle about it, and the little outfit youâd thrown together seemed to do its job, a short summer skirt with a matching topâ it was hot out in the Texan sun, and you wanted to make it hotter.
âWeâve been disturbinâ your beauty sleep, princess?â One of the men spoke up, and your eyes narrowed at his use of the pet name. His grin was too confident, hiding his laugh between his teeth. You set your eyes on him and gave him a pitying look.
âYes, actually! Itâs hard work looking this good, but you wouldnât know anything about that, would you?â you snapped back. A sound of snickering laughs from the men at their coworkerâs expense could be heard through the yard, and you felt a saccharine smile cover your face.
âSo, whoâs in charge of all this noise anyway?â you asked, voice bored, when the laughter had died.
âYou gotta take that up with Miller,â another one of the men replied, your first victim quickly forced into silence.
âAnd whoâs that?â
The man nodded his head in the direction of the man youâd weaved into your web. He didnât look impressed where he stood under the shade of the oak tree watching you. He had his arms crossed over his broad chest, the fabric stretching around his biceps, as he shook his head at you as you walked closer.
âMr. Miller.â You couldnât help the pleased smile spreading across your face.
Clasping your hands loosely behind your back as you pushed your chest out innocently, you slowly stepped closer, his jaw clenching tighter with each of your careful steps through the grass.
âWeâll try ând keep the noise down fâya until nine am, Miss, but after that weâll need to use our bigger tools if ya want this done before the summer ends.â He kept his voice steady and professional, his southern drawl like soft silk in your ears. His eyes never left your face once, even with the deep neckline of your top.
Standing a little too close to him, to be considered appropriate for someone who youâd just met, your teeth caught on your bottom lip coquettishly. âOh, I want you to use your big tool thatâs for sure.â It sounded ridiculous, and you had to bite down harder to keep from bursting out laughing.
Joel didnât seem to think it was funny. Something flickered in his gaze, before it hardened, eyes boring into yours as he asked you through his teeth, âWhatchu think your doinâ, huh?â
You shrugged playfully with an exaggerated sigh, âI donât know, Mr. Miller, isnât it obvious?â
âOh, âs obvious alright.â He shook his head in disbelief, and looked away for a beat, before his eyes found yours again.
âItâs so hot out this summer,â you continued your jest with a hooked finger along the hem of your shirt, tugging at it, âI just wanted something to cool down.â
He narrowed his eyes at you, ââm sure you did.â
Continuing your game, you widened your eyes in an attempt at feigning innocence, âBut I donât mind breaking a sweat if need be.â
âând how do you like to break a sweat, princess?â he asked, putting pressure on the nick name his men had given you.
âOh, I think you already know that, Mr. Miller.â
Joelâs eyes hardened as the flirty words fell from your lips. Shifting his weight from one leg to the other he raised a finger at you. âListenâ up, brat,â he told you in a lowered voice, âAinât nothinâ more happeninâ between us, you understand? Itâs inappropriateâ youâre my employer and I donât do that shit.â
It was almost too easy. Biting back a smile, your thoughts wandered back to the last time youâd had him like this; riled up, and willing to put you in your place. A slick wetness coated the gusset of your panties, already, at the thought.
âI understand, Daddy.â
With a sigh Joel turned away from you with a shake of his head, muttering under his breath, âYouâre ridiculous.âÂ
You were, he was right. But it was so fun.Â
A smirk tugged at your lips when he turned back to look at you. He wanted to say something, you could see it in the way he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his hands fidgeting on his hip, but he changed his mind as he shook his head again.Â
Victory had never tasted so sweet.
All week youâd played a game of cat and mouse with Joel. One day youâd ignored him completely as you flirted with the crew, exaggerating your laugh at jokes that werenât even close to being funny, and touching too many sweaty biceps to count. Then the next you never left him alone, buzzing like a mosquito in his ear asking all kinds of silly questions, slipping in an innuendo or two, and teasing him for a reaction other than an annoyed grunt.
Heâd have to break at some point. You could see it in his eyes. He might play the annoyance up, but there was a softness to the way he looked at you. It was thereâ you werenât making that up!
The sound of the juicer buzzed in your ear as you chewed on your lip. Your hand rested lazily on the kitchen counter as you stole glances out the window as you waited. Pierre was quiet as he worked, only throwing a curious glance your way every once in a while, as he mixed together the jug of lemonade youâd requested.
The day had scorched since early morning, and youâd had no choice but to throw on your skimpiest bikini. A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth at the thought â well, there was more appropriate outfits for this heat, but you didnât want that.
What you wanted, was to get your brains fucked out.
Youâd played all your cards right, but nothing had seemed to make Joel simmer over with a need to put you in your place again. In the need for a new plan, you hoped showing off your body to all his men while serving them a nice cold glass of lemonade would do the trick, hoping heâd get jealous. The pool had already started to take shape, and your time was starting to run out.
âHere you go, ma belle,â Pierre slid a newly filled jug of ice-cold lemonade down towards you over the marble, âlet me know if you need anything else, yes?â
Nodding your head in gratitude, you lifted the jug onto the tray youâd prepared, âMerci, Pierre.â
Slipping carefully through the sliding doors you made your way across the veranda to place the tray on the outdoor dining table. The tray was heavy, and you moved fast to make sure you didnât spill the lemonade all over yourself.
âHEY BOYS!â you shouted over the sound of the heavy machinery, waving a lazy hand at them, beckoning them closer like a siren. âI hope youâre thirsty,â you laughed.
A low whistle could be heard as they came closer. Eyes lingering on your skin, trailing over your body as they gathered around the table, helping themselves to the citrus-y delight.
âIf this ainât the sweetest thing I think a client has ever done for us,â Tommy smiled as he helped himself to a glass, âYou mind if I take a picture of this setup? To post on our Facebook page.â
You shook your head, âTake as many pictures as you like,â you told him, but your eyes wandered.
Joel had hung back, walking slower behind the rest of his crew, and was finally walking up the couple steps to the veranda. His work boots echoed over the planks as he walked closer. He didnât seem happy as he locked eyes with you, his eyes quickly rolling over your almost naked body.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, you poured him a glass; the ice cubes splashing as you poured, cold drops splashing and coating the skin of your exposed chest. Joel pretended he didnât notice, but you saw the way he looked at you. Youâd seen that look so many times, eyes hungry and desperate for something they knew they couldnât have, shouldnât have. The only difference this time was that youâd let Joel do whatever he wanted to you.
âHere, Mr. Millerââ
Your voice was cut off by the sound of a phone ringing at the loudest volume. The suddenness of the sound made you jump, spilling the glass of Joelâs lemonade all down your hand and chest.
âYellow,â you heard Tommy shout into his phone.
âOh, oops,â you said, your voice laced in an innocent laugh. Drops of sticky lemonade ran down your body, darkening the fabric of your bikini, and making your skin shine with wetness under the Austin sun.
Looking up from your body at Joel, your teeth caught on your bottom lip at the way his jaw clenched, his eyes running down your body like they were drops of lemonade. You laughed again, sugary sweet as you made a show of placing the glass on the table, spreading your arms like you didnât know what to do.
âYâneed to be more careful, sweetheart,â Joel mumbled as he fumbled for some napkins from your tray.
You shook your head at him when he handed them to you, instead you ran a finger up your chest, catching the drops and sucking the cool drink from your fingers, slowly, licking up every drop. It was bold, and you couldnât contain your giggle when Joelâs eyes widened at you. It was quick, the wave of shock at how blatantly youâd flirt with him like this, before it crashed into the shore with a stern look. The other men had to be looking too, you could feel the way their eyes burned your skin, but you only cared about one manâs warm eyes on your body.
âThat was so clumsy of me,â you giggled, the laugh forced and too sweet, but it didnât matter, Joel didnât buy it either way.
ââm sorry âbout that,â Tommyâs voice boomed, as he hung up the phone, âIt was the missusâ or soon to be missus.â
âOh, youâre getting married?â you queried, the lemonade soaking you forgotten now that the moment had been ruined. Beside you, Joel picked up the glass youâd tried to hand him, drying the sides with the superfluous napkins.
âYes, maâam,â Tommy beamed, âtyinâ the knot this Saturday in fact.â
âOh, thatâs wonderful,â you smiled, an idea popping up in the back of your head, âCongratulations!â
âThank you, thank you,â he beamed, taking a big gulp of the lemonade.
âSoâŠâ You stepped closer to Tommy, leaning your hand against the table. Joelâs eyes followed you, you could feel it, so you sneakily popped your hips out, giving him a nice view of your ass. âWhatâs the plan? Big church wedding?â
Tommy laughed, âDonât know âbout bigâ weâre doinâ one of those barn weddings, you know? Out on a ranch and everythinâ, they got it all on those big ranches nowadays.â
âReally?â you smiled, âWhich ranch?â
âOh, it ainât far! Only âbout a fifteen-twenty minutesâ drive from downtown. Pecan Grove Ranch itâs called. They even got these nice cabins on site, for accommodationâ which is nice for close family and those whoâve traveled far. You know, Mariaâs family ainât from Texas, so we got lots of folks flyinâ in.â
âIs that her name? Maria?â you asked. The way Tommyâs face lit up when you mentioned her name made your heart squeeze.
âYeah,â he nodded, âlove of my life she is!â
âI need to talk to you.â Joel cut your conversation off while his hand snaked its way around your upper arm, tugging you lightly towards him. When you turned your head to look at him, one eyebrow raised, his face shifted into a deep frown. ââs âbout the tiles,â he grumbled.
A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. Finally.
You excused yourself to Tommy, and let Joel drag you with him. Throwing your head back you watched how the rest of the crew enjoyed their small break in the shade sipping on Pierreâs lemonade.
Joel crossed the yard in big steps, making a beeline for the shed tucked away in the back corner of the yard. He pulled at the door harshly, like it couldnât happen fast enough, and pushed you inside. The door to the shed slammed shut behind him and covered you both in a cool darkness. Your eyes relaxed as you adjusted from the bright daylight to the dim lighting â the only light coming through a small window almost completely overgrown with climbing vines. Joelâs grip around your arm loosened as he pushed you deeper inside.
Taking small steps, you looked around, eyes scanning over the room as a thought of how you couldnât remember the last time youâd stepped a foot inside the shed crossed your mind. It was hidden away in the corner of the garden, overgrown in a tasteful way, like how youâd see in garden magazines. These days the only person who used it was the gardener, if the miscellaneous tools and garden machines were to be believed.
âPut your hands on the table,â Joel ordered, his voice a low hum.
Outside you could still hear the shouts of his men, laughter, as they lounged about on their break. Every one of his men had seen you step into the shed together, and the thought sent an electric bubbling feeling straight to your cunt.
âY'got cotton in those ears, girl? Put your hands on the table.â
A shiver traveled through your body, and you had to bite down on your lip to hold back your smile. Finally, finally, finally. With your back turned to him, you shook your head slowly, daring him to put you in your place again.
And Joel took the bait.
His rough hand slid over your waist as he stepped closer. He let it glide across your exposed skin, the dried lemonade sticky as he teased you. His rough hand slid upwards, hooking a finger under your bikini strap, slowly, pulling at it before he unhooked it, letting it fall to the concrete floor.
âArenât you gonna behave, princess?â he spat out the new nickname. âDidnât I teach ya last time what happens when you ainât a good girl fâme?â The low bass of his voice ghosted over your ear and had your blood buzzing under your skin.
His rough hands continued to explore you, gentle touches over your skin, getting you worked up, but never where you wanted his hands the most. When he pressed himself against you, letting you feel the hard shape of him through his work pants, you let your head fall against his shoulder with a content sigh.
âNo, Daddy,â you shook your head.
Joel couldnât hold back his groan at that word. The gentle hands whoâd explored your body, tightened across your chest, pressing you tight into his chest as he bucked his hips harshly into your ass.
âI think I did,â he spoke into your ear, âbroke that pretty brain on my cock, didnât I, and now that greedy cunt wants more, ainât that right? Canât get enough of this big cock?â
A breathy gasp escaped you when he bucked his hips against you again, and you shook your head.
âThatâs what I thought.â
The speed at which he moved almost gave you a whiplash. He pushed you against the table along the wall, your hands coming down to brace yourself as he pressed your chest down and put your ass, covered only by your skimpy bikini bottoms, on display for him.
âSuch a slut for cock she canât be a big girl and ask for itâ no, princess, youâre so desperate for it, you make me come all the way to your rich daddyâs house, bring my crew and everythinâ just so Iâll fuck you again.â
Joel laughed and you couldnât help but squeeze your thighs together. âThatâs ânother level of desperate, ainât it?â
You felt a heat spread across your face at his degradation, but it just turned you on more, and Joel knew it. He trailed a finger down between your cheeks, pressing down to feel how youâd soiled your bikini bottoms in your arousal.
âBut thatâs just what you are, arenât you? A desperate whore dyinâ to get fucked?â
The hand between your legs vanished, and you braced yourself for a spanking, holding your breath as the excitement grew, but the slap of his rough hand never came. Instead, he unhooked a rope off the peg board in front of you.
You resisted a little when he grabbed your hands, slipping your hands from his grip playfully, your face turned to watch how his face grew sterner. The tired, disappointed sigh it earned you made you smile.
Gripping both your hands tightly, he crossed one wrist over the other before he tied them together at the small of your back, and you let it happen. Under your skin, the anticipation buzzed. With nothing to help you brace yourself, the hard surface of the table pressed harshly against your naked skin.
âHey,â Joelâs voice was suddenly gentle as he cupped your face and turned you to face him, âyou remember our rules?â
A small ache stung in your heart. Our.
You nodded, âI say âredâ or pinch you if I want you to stop.â
A pleased grin spread across his face as he tapped at your cheek gently, âThatâs a good girl, baby.â
His hand slid down your body, from your face down your neck, from your neck over your shoulder, and then from your shoulder down your naked back. âHowâs this?â he asked, hooking a finger under the rope, âNot too tight?â
You shook your head, or tried to, with the way your cheek was mushed against the table.
âWords, princess, need to hear ya say it fâme.â
The softness in his voice when the pet name left his lips, made a fluttering feeling bubble in your core, and it was hard to fight the grin from pulling at your lips.
âAm I your princess now?â you asked with fluttering eyelashes, âI thought I was your desperate slut?â
Behind you, you could hear Joel let out a deep sigh. A finger traced small circles over your ass, making goosebumps blossom over your skin, before it hooked into the band of your bikini bottoms, tugging them slowly down and exposing your wet cunt to him.
âYou know,â Joel sighed again, pausing to let the sound of his fly being undone fill the space between you. You almost moaned at the sound, pushing your ass out, desperate for any kind of friction. âI was planninâ on beinâ nice tâyou, but nowâŠâ
The blunt head of him pressed against you, running it up and down your cunt, coating it in your slick arousal, and you almost held your breath. The anticipation like a fist around your chest. Your heart drummed in your chest, almost drowning out the wet slick sound between your legs.
âI donât want you to be nice,â you almost whispered, your fist tightening around each other at the small of your back.
âI know, princessâŠâ he whispered back, and pushed at your opening, âI know.â
He was too big, the girth of him splitting you in two on his cock. It burned deliciously, and you savored every inch he gave you until he was fully seated inside you. Only then were you able to whimper out a moan, your breath finally released.
His hands gripped your wrists like a handlebar, something to hold on to, something to guide you back and forth on his cock. He pushed himself even deeper, releasing a deep groan in your ear as he leaned over you, the weight of him heavenly as he made room for himself inside you, his heavy balls pressed against you.
This was what youâd wanted. Just to feel him again like this.
âShitâŠâ you sighed, eyes almost rolling back into your head.
âYeah, thatâs what I thought,â he whispered in your ear, âget a cock in you, and you turn into a good girl fâme.â
You wanted to push back, to give him something to prove him wrong, but you had nothing.
âPlease,â you whispered, your eyes squeezed shut tightly.
âPlease what, princess?â You could hear the smile in Joelâs low rumbling voice.
âFuck me, sir,â you pleaded, âFuck me, Daddy, please.â
âOh, now sheâs askinâ nice.â Joel pulled back and thrusted back inside in one hard thrust, pushing your body against the table, a line surely indented in your skin by now.
A whimper fell from your lips.
Joel started fucking you slowly, but hard, the table rattling with each thrust, one hand wrapped around your wrists to keep his balance. Under him you couldnât fight back your moans, small content squeaks escaping you when he pressed himself firmly against your ass, burying his cock deeply inside you with every thrust.
âThatâs it, slut, thatâs a good girl,â Joel praised over you, âtakinâ that cock so well, princess.â
The world started blurring around the edges with each thrust, a soft, warm feeling wrapping itself around your heart as he thrusted inside you. You were dying to touch your clit. His cock reached so far, pressing perfectly against your g-spot with each push. You were so close. If you could just touch your clit.
âP-please,â you mumbled lowly, your face scrunched tight as you clenched around his cock.
Joel grunted behind you and stepped away. You could almost cry, and maybe you did because rough pads ran over your cheek as he shushed you.
âNo-no-no, itâs okay baby,â he mumbled, âcalm down.â
âPlease,â you tried again. Please let me come.
âI need you to do somethinâ fâme,â he told you as he guided his cock back to your ruined entrance, slick with want.
âIâll do anything you ask,â you hurried.
âAnythinâ?â Joel rubbed his cock up and down your slit as a slick sound filled the air.
âAnything.â
Behind you, Joel laughed, and pushed inside you again, making a big smile spread across your face.
âAlright, princess,â he said with a hard thrust, âwhat youâre gonna do fâme is when you feel like youâre close, youâre gonna tell me, tell your Daddy, alright?â
You nodded into the wood, head almost delirious with want, âOkay.â
âYou wanna feel my cum inside you, donât cha, want me to fill yâup to the brim?â His voice was so soft, almost soothing, as he fucked you hard.
âPlease, Daddy, want you to come inside me, please.â
A grumbling laugh escaped Joel as he continued his harsh thrust â your skin clap clap clapping together as he hauled you towards the edge of your orgasm. It built deep in your core, coiling in on itself as he brought you closer and closer and closer.
âJoel,â you gasped, âIâm gonna come.â
Quickly, and without warning, Joel pulled out, leaving you trembling, and on the edge.
âNo, you ainât,â he told you sternly, âyouâre gonna hold it.â
A rough hand smoothed over your right ass cheek, small taps to your skin reprimanding you as he rubbed his cock over the other, soiling you in your own desperation.
You felt like you were heaving for breath underneath him, eyes squeezed tight as you tried to stave it off.
âThatâs it,â he praised, âthatâs a good girl. Hold that orgasm fâme.â
Focusing on the way his hand rubbed over your skin, you tried to calm down and steady your breathing. It couldâve taken a minute or an hour, you didnât know, but the feeling of falling over the edge of bliss fizzled out slowly. Joel leaned over your body, whispering praises into your ear, telling you how good you were for him. When youâd calmed down completely, you lifted your head to look at him, to catch his eyes.
Blown out and big, the warmth of them looked back, a deepness to get lost in. A small smiled tugged at his lips before he leaned down and peppered a soft kiss to your shoulder. It lasted only a second, but it made fluttering wings expand in your tummy.
When he pushed inside you again, your tied hands reached for his. His thrust came quicker than before, sloppier, as he chased his own high, his hand interlaced with yours.
âGod fuckinâ slut,â he rambled.
âTakinâ that cock so fuckinâ good.â
âIâm gonna fuckinâ comeâ gonna fill that cunt up.â
With a hard slam of his hips against your ass, pushing himself as deep as he could, Joel came inside you with a deep grunt. âThatâs itâ take all that fuckinâ cum inside.â A warmth filled you from the inside as his cock twitch inside you, coating your walls in thick spurts of his cum.
âGood fuckinâ girl,â he mumbled, as he thrusted his cum back inside you, making sure heâd emptied himself completely before pulling out, sliding his softening cock from your denied cunt.
âJoel,â you whispered, but he didnât hear you, too busy with tucking himself back into his work pants, and pulling up your bikini bottoms, soiling them in his cum starting to leak out of you.
âWhat about me?â you asked, confused, as he undid the rope around your wrists.
âWhat âbout you?â he repeated, helping you up and turning you to face him.
A chuckle rumbled in his chest as he took in your disappointed face, a large hand coming up to cup your chin. âWhat?â he teased, âdonât like your punishment?â He padded your cheek and pulled away, picking up your bikini top from the floor.
ââf youâre gonna act like a fuckinâ bratâ havinâ your daddy hire me to have an excuse for seeinâ me again, when you couldâve just called, then youâre gonna get treated like a brat, you understand? You gotta earn your orgasm, and you ainât earned yourself nothinâ prancing around half naked in your garden while Iâm trying to work, princess.âÂ
With that, Joel threw you your bikini top, and you barely managed to catch it between your fingers before you watched him walk out the shed, leaving you half naked, as his cum leaked down the inside of your leg.
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