#TANK & LOVELY YOUR HANDS IN MARRIAGE PLEASE

[just1cefor4ll]

Wolf in sheep’s clothing

Hwang In-ho x pregnant!wife reader warning. not proof read, might be OOC

genre. fluff

You knew what In-ho’s job was. You knew what the games were about. You knew your husband was a monster—yet you stayed with him through thick and thin.

The two of you had met in the games when he was just a mere participant, fighting for survival just as you were. Against all odds, you both won and from that moment on, In-ho climbed his way up to the title of Frontman. And through it all, he kept you by his side, hidden away from the eyes of the guards. None of them knew what you looked like—only whispers of the Frontman’s “mistress” passed between them. A ghost of a woman, unseen yet ever-present.

Eight years into your relationship and four years into your marriage, you were blessed with a child. Your stomach grew with each passing day, and morning sickness became an unwanted but familiar routine—one you learned to accept. In-ho, despite the cold exterior he showed to the world, was elated at the news. He did everything in his power to provide for you, to make you as comfortable as possible. It was in those moments of tenderness that you loved him most.

But something changed.

As the next games approached, he grew distant. At first, it was subtle—longer hours, quiet contemplation when he thought you weren’t watching. But then the late nights turned into entire days without a word, and the warmth he once reserved for you felt strained, overshadowed by something you couldn’t quite name. It was unusual. In all the years he had organized the games, none had ever seemed this important. And that raised a question you weren’t sure you wanted the answer to.

The unease settled deep in your bones, an unshakable feeling that something was wrong. In-ho had always been methodical, always in control, but this time.. this time, he seemed almost troubled.

At first, you told yourself it was just the stress of preparation—after all, the games demanded perfection. A single misstep could expose everything. But as the days passed, his silence became heavier, his touch less frequent. He was still gentle, still doting in small ways—bringing you tea for your nausea, making sure you had everything you needed—but his mind was elsewhere.

One night, you finally confronted him.

“In-ho.” Your voice was firm, cutting through the quiet of your shared bedroom. “What’s going on?” He barely looked up as he pulled off his gloves, his dark eyes distant. “It’s nothing. The games are just.. complicated this year.” You studied him, searching for the truth beneath his carefully chosen words. “Complicated how?” He hesitated for a fraction of a second—just enough for you to catch it. That was all you needed to confirm what you already suspected. “You’re lying,” you murmured, your fingers curling against the fabric of your dress. “You’ve never acted like this before, no matter how difficult the games were.” His jaw tightened. For the first time in a long while, you saw something raw in his expression—something dangerously close to guilt. “In-ho.” You reached out, your hand resting against his arm. “Please. Just tell me.” He exhaled sharply, as if debating whether to tell you at all. And when he finally spoke, his voice was quieter than you’d ever heard it.

“Jun-ho is alive.”

Your breath caught. The name alone sent a jolt through you. His brother. The man he thought he had lost once he shot him a few years ago— regret spiralling up in him. Your mind reeled, memories flashing in fragmented pieces. In-ho had mourned Jun-ho in his own way—coldly, silently, refusing to speak of him. He had convinced himself that Jun-ho was gone, that there was no other possibility.

But now…

“He’s coming for me,” In-ho said, his voice unreadable. “For the games. For everything.” He stared bluntly, walking into your bedroom to change into a black tank to and sweatpants.

Your breath hitched, but In-ho wasn’t done.

“There’s someone else,” he murmured, his gaze shadowed with something you couldn’t quite place. “A former winner. They’re coming, too—trying to stop the games.”

A former winner?

It was rare enough for anyone to survive the games, let alone come back willingly. You knew how broken survivors could be, how winning didn’t mean escaping unscathed. The games weren’t just a fight for survival—they were a death sentence, one way or another. And yet, someone who had already endured that hell was now trying to bring it all down?

Your stomach twisted.

“They know who you are?” you asked. In-ho shook his head. “Not yet. But he knows enough.”

You swallowed hard, your hand instinctively moving to your stomach. You had lived in the shadows of these games for years, hidden from the guards, protected by the distance In-ho put between his work and your life. But now that protection felt fragile, like it could shatter at any moment.

“What are you going to do?” you asked, dreading the answer.

“I have to stop them.” His voice was calm, resolute. It was the voice of the man who had climbed his way up from the pit of the games, who had learned to do whatever it took to survive.

Your heart clenched. “And if you can’t?”

He turned to you then, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your chest tighten. For the first time in weeks, he touched your face, his fingers gentle against your cheek. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about that, okay? I’ll figure it out like I’ve always had.”

You exhaled shakily, searching his expression for any hint of hesitation. You found none. The games were his world. His prison. And now, it seemed, his war.

“I’ll be joining the games as a player, the first game is taking place tommorow so right now I just want to spend time with you before I leave.” He said, pulling you closer by the waist with kisses trailing down your jaw to your neck. “I’ll miss you.” He said, picking you up and walking to the couch with you, laying you in his lap.

A heavy silence settled between you, your expression unreadable but you’ve set your mind to what you were about to say, and you were going no matter what he said.

“I’ll join you.”

His fingers tensed around your waist as his brows furrowed in immediate disapproval.“No,” he said firmly. You straightened, your resolve hardening. “Yes.” His jaw clenched, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly before he pulled away. He turned his back to you, exhaling sharply as if trying to rein in his emotions. “You don’t understand—” “I understand perfectly,” you interrupted, stepping closer. “You think I don’t know what’s at stake? You think I haven’t spent years by your side, watching, listening, learning?” You spat, standing up front his lap as you looked down at him with your hands on your hips. “For god’s sake In-ho I’ve played the games with you before and guess what?! Rumour has it; I survived.”

His silence was answer enough.

You took another step, your voice unwavering. “This isn’t just about you anymore, In-ho. We’re in this together. If someone’s coming to tear down everything you’ve built, that means they’re coming for me too. For our child.” Your hand rested over your stomach. “And I won’t just sit here, waiting for that to happen.” In-ho turned to face you again, his expression unreadable, but his eyes—his eyes—held something raw. Something that made your heart ache.

“I swore I’d keep you safe,” he murmured. “That’s why I kept you hidden. Why I—” He stopped himself, inhaling sharply. “I won’t let you put yourself in danger.”

You shook your head. “Keeping me hidden won’t protect me forever. If they find out about me, about the baby… I won’t be some untouchable secret anymore, In-ho. I’ll be a target no matter if I join the games with you or not.”

His hands twitched at his sides. You could see the war raging in his mind, the conflicting desires—his instinct to shield you from harm, clashing with the reality that danger was already creeping in.

“You need me,” you pressed. “I’ve been by your side for years. I know how the games work. I know how you operate.”

In-ho’s breathing was slow, measured.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke.

“If you do this,” he said quietly, “there’s no turning back.” You met his gaze without hesitation. “I know.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed. And then, for the first time in weeks, In-ho really looked at you—not as someone fragile, not as someone to be sheltered, but as someone who had always been standing beside him.

A slow exhale. A decision made. “Alright,” he said at last. “Then we do this together.”

And just like that, you were in the games. In-ho decided to wait out red light, green light to see what who you now knew as “Gi-hun” or player 456 was going to do.

And to your surprise many people actually survived because of him which you were kind of happy about because they were still people. People who you thought deserved a chance at life but In-ho thought otherwise which is why this topic was immensely avoided.

When the votes came in, you immediately noticed how much the games had changed. Players were given the choice to stay or leave—a cruel shift that put everyone at a greater disadvantage. Now, their fates were practically sealed the moment they arrived. The glaring Xs and Os on the jackets made it even worse, marking people like targets under a streetlight. There was no hiding, no blending in. You pressed O for the first round, curiosity flickering in your mind as you wondered what the next game would be.

Of course, the O team won. In-ho cast the final vote, sealing the outcome.

The moment victory was confirmed, players rushed toward Gi-hun, yourself and In-ho included. It was clear what they all wanted—to get on his good side. You knew the O on your jacket wouldn’t help much in that effort, but it was worth a try.

“You’ve played before, right? That means you can tell us what the next games are,” you said, offering him a soft smile as you leaned against one of the beds for support. Several players echoed your words, pressing him for answers. With lights out only minutes away, they were desperate for any information that could give them an edge.

“The—wait, I’m not exactly sure if the games will be the same,” Gi-hun admitted, his expression uneasy. “But.. the next one should be dalgona.”

That one key word should was quickly ignored. The second it left his mouth, people erupted into cheers, already discussing which shape to pick. Triangle. That was the safest bet, according to Gi-hun.

You turned to In-ho, catching the subtle smirk forming on his face. He knew better. “I’m guessing it’s not dalgona,” you murmured, amusement lacing your voice as you followed him back to your beds. “How could you ever guess?” he teased, sitting beside you and gently guiding your head onto his shoulder. You sighed, letting yourself relax against him despite the ever-present danger lurking in every corner of this place. Sleep wasn’t an option here—not for you. “So, what are we playing?” you asked, voice low. “Six-legged pentathlon,” he answered smoothly. “Each group will have six players—” He explained the rest of the game, his voice a steady murmur against the hum of the dormitory. Time slipped by faster than you realized, and before long, the blaring morning alarm signaled the start of another day.

You sat up, adjusting your jacket as you glanced around at the other players, their faces twisted with a mix of hope and fear. None of them knew the full truth—who you were, what you had endured, or the secret you carried.

As far as they knew, you were just another competitor. And In-ho? He wasn’t the Front Man. He was just Young-il. And you? You were nothing more than a name you had made up.

A false identity for a very real nightmare.

As the alarm blared, signaling the start of the next game, you took a deep breath, steadying yourself. Players groaned and stretched, some rubbing the exhaustion from their faces, while others whispered about Gi-hun’s supposed insider knowledge. You could already hear people strategizing, debating who to team up with. It was ironic, really—how quickly people latched onto an idea when they were desperate to survive.

You glanced at In-ho— Young-il, as far as anyone else knew. His face was unreadable, as always, but the faint amusement in his eyes told you he was enjoying the chaos.

“Come on,” he said, standing up and offering you his hand. “Let’s go.” His voice was rough, a mask that he put himself behind to shield himself from any kind of signs of weakness or letting people know of his true colours.

You took his hand and let him pull you to your feet, already scanning the room. Some groups had already started forming, huddled together in nervous whispers. Stronger players were being snatched up quickly, their value determined by nothing more than their size or athletic build.

“Hey! Join our team!” A man you barely recognized waved you over. He was tall and broad-shouldered, and the others beside him looked just as physically capable.

Your hand instinctively rested on your stomach for a brief second, a reminder of the life growing inside you. It wasn’t just your survival at stake anymore. With a deep breath you look over at In-ho who’s hand was on your waist, looking back at the men with a glare. “Go join Gi-hun, I’ll be okay on this team, yeah?” You gave In-ho a reassuring smile

In-ho studied you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. He wasn’t one to argue in front of others, especially not in a setting like this, but you knew him well enough to see the hesitation in his eyes. “Fine,” he finally said, voice quiet but firm. “Don’t do anything reckless.” You rolled your eyes with a small laugh and pushed playfully towards Gi-hun’s already forming team. “Go.”

With one last glance, In-ho turned and made his way toward Gi-hun, effortlessly slipping into their group. You watched as he exchanged a few words with the others before settling in, blending in as if he had nothing to hide.

Meanwhile, your new teammates regarded you with curiosity. The broad-shouldered man who had called you over grinned. “Didn’t think you’d actually say yes. Thought you’d stick with your guy.”

You shrugged, offering a nonchalant smile. “I figured it’d be better to spread our chances. Besides, I can hold my own.” The others murmured in agreement, seeming satisfied for now. But you could still feel their eyes lingering on you, gauging your worth.

The speakers crackled overhead, silencing the scattered conversations.

“All players, prepare for the second game.”

Your team was picked for the second round along with a mother and a son you saw in the dormitories a few hours ago. It went by pretty fast, you decided on playing gongi since you loved that game as a child and used to make fun of In-ho whenever he tried to best you.

You waited impatiently for their team to come, but as all teams piled up you couldn’t help but be terrified— ‘His own guards wouldn’t kill him, would they? That’s laughable..’ You think to yourself.

“[Fake Name]!”

In-ho’s voice rang out over the noise of the dorm, his smile unmistakable as he waved you over. He stood with his newly formed team—one woman and three other men, only one of whom you recognized: Gi-hun. The others remained unfamiliar. “Who’s this?” Player 390 asked, eyeing you with curiosity. Gi-hun, on the other hand, watched you like a predator sizing up a threat. You figured your last comment before the previous game must have thrown him off. Before you could answer, In-ho spoke. “This is my w—friend. She’s my friend.” His quick correction made you frown, but you nodded with a polite, albeit forced, smile. “I’m [Fake Name] [Fake Last Name]. It’s great to meet you all.”

Introductions went around, and soon you learned that another pregnant woman had joined the team. Unlike you—at six and a half months—she was far closer to giving birth, her belly much more pronounced.

Just as you began gathering blankets and pillows to arrange a small sleeping area, a tap on your shoulder made you roll your eyes. Of course. In-ho. You turned to him with a sarcastic smile. “Hey, friend! What can I help you with?” He sighed, shaking his head before gently taking your hand. Without another word, he led you away from the group, past the bathroom doors, and into an unfamiliar room. It was different from the dorms—more refined, with a plush chair in front of a screen, a miniature jazz bar, and an air of quiet luxury.

Before you could take in your surroundings, In-ho pulled you onto his lap, his arms wrapping securely around you. His hand found its way to your stomach, fingers tracing soft, comforting circles.

“I’m sorry, okay?” he murmured, his touch gentle as he brushed your cheek. His gaze softened, filled with something only you ever got to see. A true look of love. Your frustration lingered, but before you could say anything, he continued, voice gentle but firm. “I shouldn’t have called you my friend. You’re my wife. You always will be.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, lingering as if trying to say what words couldn’t. “But in a place like this.. relationships are a weakness. If they knew what you meant to me, you’d be a target. I can’t let that happen.”

You swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling deep in your chest.

“I know it hurt,” he whispered. “But everything I do is to protect you and our baby.” His hand moved over your belly, warmth radiating through his palm. “Our little girl… she’s going to have the best life. I’ll make sure of it. No matter what it takes.”

Your fingers curled into his player uniform, the tension in your body slowly easing.

“So, what now?” you asked, your voice quieter now. In-ho exhaled, his grip on you tightening slightly. “That’s why I brought you here. You’ll stay with me tonight. Away from the others. No fighting for a hiding spot, no fear of what happens when the lights go out.” He cupped your face gently, thumb stroking along your cheek. “I won’t let anything happen to you. To either of you.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself believe him. The world outside was a nightmare, but in his arms, just for tonight, you were safe.

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[maxpaulll]

Passionately making-out. You know, like homies do?

[kleftiko]

❦ CAN’T GIVE IT TO ME

“your best friend has always been the person you turn to when times are tough. so when your shitty husband refuses to give you a baby, what else are you supposed to do?”

cw: infidelity, unprotected sex, cream pie, breeding kink, pussy eating, squirting

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

It was never a surprise when you made a stupid decision.

Sometimes, people thought you were purposely being an airhead, not paying attention, or being reckless in your life because Satoru was always there to fix things for you. It didn't stop him from letting you know his thoughts on your actions, but he was always there when you called.

When you married your husband, Satoru told you he didn't like him. Didn't think you married for a good reason, either.

Did you love your husband? Maybe. Maybe not. But you liked the freedom he gave you—credit cards and a house to yourself most days—while he was constantly away on business trips. You could spend your days spoiling your girlfriends on a shopping spree and your nights in expensive clubs.

You don't know when you began feeling lonely and bored, though. But one day, you started noticing mothers with their kids. playing in the park, shopping at the grocery store, and taking photos on vacation, and you began to think that maybe you wanted something else in life besides waking up hungover to an empty bed.

So when your husband got home that evening, tired and immediately pouring himself a drink, you proposed the idea. The look he gave you said it all, but he still told you no. He was a busy man; he didn't have time for a family, and you should know that.

It's not like he ever fucked you anyway; for most of your marriage, your orgasms and libido were taken care of by vibrators, dildos, and your best friend.

Which is why when your husband left the next day, you called over Satoru.

He never had to try to look good, showing up with a plain shirt, sweatpants, and those signature glasses. You, on the other hand, changed three times before he arrived, not being able to decide which outfit was going to help you get what you wanted. The formal dress was too much for daytime, the skirt was a bit too juvenile, and eventually you just decided on shorts and a tank top, loungewear that to anyone else would look like you were just having a day in, but the way the short fabric loosely covered your ass told a different story.

Satoru accepted the glass of red wine you offered when he walked in the door and took a seat at the kitchen table, spreading his legs casually as he took a sip.

"I want a baby." You told him straight up.

Satoru smiled as he looked at you over his glasses and said, "Nice. Congrats."

"With you," you clarified. He raised an eyebrow.

"Seems like something you should ask your husband," he said, nimble fingers playing with the neck of his wine. "I'm just here for the drinks."

You pouted, taking a seat in the chair beside him.

"Please, 'Toru?" you asked.

His eyes drifted down to your fingers as they trailed lightly over his thigh, knowing exactly what you were trying to do.

"And why would I help you?" He smiled lazily.

You got up and straddled his lap, setting down his glass of wine in favour of moving his arms around your body.

"You've helped me before." You whisper, and he nods casually, as if that was a good point.

You couldn't count the number of times Satoru let you use his fingers or sit on his face when you were needy. Or how many times you repaid him with your lips around his dick or riding his thigh. But no matter how many times he made you cum, he never gave in to your pleas to stretch your pussy on his thick cock. He refused to, as long as you were married. Was it right? Probably not, but Satoru had his rules.

And you've never minded the mind-numbing pleasure he would give you with his hands and mouth until now. Because now, what you wanted required something else of his that was previously off limits.

"I've helped you a lot of times, sweetheart." He sighed in defeat. "And you always ask for more."

You were confused, not understanding the meaning of his words until his fingers slid between your legs. With a soft gasp, you instinctively start grinding yourself onto his palm, forgetting what he was saying.

"I'm at your beck and call when you need my fingers or tongue," he said, letting you continue your ministrations. "And now you're asking me to fill your cunt and expect me to be okay with our kid calling your husband 'dad'?"

With a harsh press to your clit, you freeze, and a small whine escapes from your lips.

"You think that's fair, sweetheart?" He asked, eyeing you with contempt.

But instead of answering, you try to move your hips against his hand again for friction, only to get a harsh pinch to your thigh.

You yelped, but answered him. "No, it's not."

He seemed happy with your response and said, "What's in it for me?"

You furrowed your brows. In all the years you've known Satoru, he had never asked for anything in return; he always gives, gives, gives. There honestly wasn't any answer you could come up with. But when his long fingers started circling your heat again, making you melt, you asked.

"What do you want, 'Toru?"

He grinned at how easy you were and let you rest your head on his shoulder in response to his fingers. "Say you'll leave your husband, and I'll fill you up as much as you want."

You whined in response, but with your body rocking against his, breathing in his cologne, and hearing his husky voice in your ears, it didn't seem like a bad idea. So you nodded, light gasps dusting over his neck as you breathed out, "Okay."

Satoru's strong hands then left your pussy, but you didn't have a chance to complain when he grabbed the back of your thighs and stood up. When your head leaned back to look at him, you saw a dangerous look in his eyes.

"Good girl." His voice was low as he said, "Let's make you a mommy."

With that, he dropped you onto the table, the wine glasses shaking beside you as a result. Satoru dropped to his knees between your spread legs and reached for your shorts. Already wet with your slick, they stuck to your heat slightly as he slid them off, and you hissed at the feeling of the cool kitchen air against your pussy.

His breath grazed your thigh as he licked a harsh strip up your slit. Your body trembled as his tongue traced its way up, sending shivers of anticipation through your entire being. The dangerous look in his eyes intensified, fueling your desire for him. You couldn't help but arch your back, offering yourself fully to his skilled touch. As his tongue continued its tantalizing journey, your moans grew louder, matching the rhythm of his movements. The intensity of him led you to grasp at his soft silver hair in an attempt to ground yourself, but he smacked your hand away.

"You're gonna feel everything I give you." His sunglasses were discarded, so you saw every emotion in his darkened eyes. "And you're gonna take it."

After you nodded quickly, Satoru wrapped his arms around your thighs, locking your cunt against his tongue as he devoured you. His careful mouth probed every inch of your sensitive folds, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The way he smoothly flicked and sucked on your clit had you on the edge of ecstasy, unable to control the moans that escaped your lips. As his tongue delved deeper, you surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensations, losing yourself in the intoxicating bliss he was giving you.

In an attempt to warn him, you could only stutter out an, "g-g'nna."

But Satoru seemed to understand as his lips attached themselves to your bud, and one of his arms freed your legs so he could thrust his fingers inside your sloppy cunt. The combination of his skilled tongue and the added penetration sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Each thrust of his fingers matched the rhythm of his tongue, intensifying the pleasure and pushing you closer to the edge. As you reached the peak of ecstasy, your body convulsed uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the mind-blowing sensations he was delivering. You briefly understood your legs spamming as you painted Satoru's mouth with your cum.

It took a moment for you to calm down, your eyes opening to look at the ceiling as you realized your back was on the table. Unable to remember when you had laid down, let alone move your body on your own, Satoru pulled you to stand on your jelly legs.

His eyes held your gaze as he wiped his face and licked his lips clear of your cum. Before you could say anything, he gripped your hips, his wet hands sending shivers up your hot skin as he turned you around and pushed your stomach onto the table.

You looked over your shoulder at your best friend; his head was tilted back, eyes closed as he hissed in pleasure, the hand covered in your slick stroking his hard cock. The reminder of the fact that his dick was finally going to be inside you made you whine and wiggle your hips to gain his attention again.

Satoru looked down at you with a smile.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm right here." He lined himself up with your hole. "I'll fuck a baby into you," he whispered before slowly pushing himself inside you.

The sensation of him filling you up sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you moan and bend your back in response.

"T-'Toru..." You drawled, unable to think of anything else, as he stretched you open.

"That's it, baby, remember who's gonna breed this cunt for you." He hissed.

Your mind became consumed with the overwhelming pleasure as Satoru continued to thrust deeper into you. Every movement he made intensified the sensations, leaving you completely lost in the moment. The sounds of his grunts harmonizing with skin slapping against skin filled the room, adding to the urgency of the experience.

Your eyes locked on one of the wine glasses beside you. The table rocking with Satoru's harsh thrusts caused the silverware to fall over, staining the beautiful tablecloth beneath your face. You don't know why, but the physical reminder of how hard Satoru was going inside you made you moan. The combination of the sensory overload and the unexpected disruption heightened the raw passion between you and Satoru. As your moans echoed in the room, you realized that every element of this encounter was pushing you both towards an adrenaline-filled climax.

"Sa-Satoru—please!" You babbled incoherently as he slapped against you, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips.

"Fuck!" He groaned. "You're gonna look so hot pregnant with my baby."

Your pleas only fueled Satoru's desire, intensifying his thrusts as he whispered dirty promises about knocking you up in your ear. The intense connection between you both grew, driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. With each moment, it became clear that this intimate encounter would forever be etched in not only your memory but also your life. And it turned you on so much more.

"You gonna great your husband today with your pussy filled with my cum?" You whined at his dirty talk. "S'it gonna drip down your legs when you tell him it's over?"

You don't know why, but the reminder of the fact that Satoru wasn't your husband was what did it for you. You came to the realization that it wasn't your husband fucking a baby into you, but your best friend. This forbidden affair intensified the pleasure and excitement coursing through your veins, causing you to clench impossibly tighter around Satoru's cock.

He groaned loudly at that, folding his body over yours as he reached his own orgasm.

"You're all mine now, sweetheart." He whispered into your ear as his cum shot into your cunt, filling you up better than you could've hoped for. The intensity of the moment left you breathless as you lay there, sweat clinging to your forehead as the scent of wine and sex filled your senses. You whimpered pathetically when Satoru slipped out of you and crouched down to watch the globs of his cum drip out of your pussy with each clench around nothing. Your trembling legs couldn't stop him when he scooped up the slick and pushed it back into you with a dissatisfied hum.

"Don't think it stuck, sweetheart." He sighed. "Might need to fill you again."

[flrlgreen]

taboo (toji fushiguro x reader) + twt prn link

a/n: i'm finally back and i'm here to stay! i was taking a much-needed break but now that i'm back requests are open and i'll be fulfilling requests that i've already received. as always, thank you for all of the support! (this isn't realistic i almost passed out when i lost my virginity LMAO)

cw: LEGAL AGE GAP, reader is in college and toji is in his 40s, unprotected sex, toji is manipulative and shitty, dub con, loss of virginity, vaginal sex, toji says mama, baby girl, good girl, baby, etc, talks of breeding and marriage.

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Spending time with your best friend’s dad Toji. At first. Seems innocent enough and there’s no reason to think anything suspicious was going on. Of course, if you ignore the fact that he practically undresses you with his eyes and looks at your soft tits and ass when he thinks you’re not looking.

Tonight was the breaking point. The moment he saw you in the living room watching a movie with your now-sleeping best friend in those tight shorts he loved so much he knew he had to have you. Tonight.

There was a lot of suggestive flirting and before you knew it one thing led to another and you were in the middle of Toji’s big and soft bed with Toji on top of you.

“Been wanting you for so long you have no fuckin’ idea.” He says while licking a long stripe up your neck. A small whine escapes your lips. It goes to his leaking cock that’s now uncomfortably straining against his pajama pants.

“T-Toji wait.” You say nervously. “Hm?” He hums and pulls away from your neck and gives you a look full of concern. “I-I’m a virgin.” You stutter nervously and await his response. His gaze softens when he hears that you’re a virgin. “Aw, ‘s okay Sweetheart. I’ll be gentle and take care of you, ‘kay?” He gives your forehead a tender kiss before putting his forehead against yours and making direct eye contact. “O-okay, I trust you.” You feel like your face is on fire. Toji smiles before leaning in and pressing his scarred lips on yours.

It feels natural to kiss him back. It feels so right. His lips were impossibly smooth and tasted so good, it made you crave more of him. His strong calloused hand played with the hem of your top before it found its way up your tank top. a small mewl left your lips, but he couldn’t help himself. He just wanted to feel you all over. He had been waiting for this exact moment since he laid his eyes on you after all. “Shhhh~ It’s okay Baby lemme take care of you.” He whispers into the kiss. “I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

You knew Toji had a lot of experience with women and he sure as hell knew how to please one. Admittedly, you were a tad nervous but Toji was probably the perfect candidate for taking your virginity. The older man’s large hand found the soft flesh of your breast and your hard nub. “Hmmph! T-Toji!” You cry out and pull away from the kiss. “You’re so sensitive, we need to be quiet, we don't want to wake her, do we Baby Girl?” He whispers and uses his free hand to cover your mouth while kneading the soft flesh of your breasts with the other. You nod and hold back your moans while he begins to rub the sensitive bud. “I need to see these fucking tits.” He huffs.

The hands that were just massaging your breasts and covering your mouth are now at the neckline of your tank top. He’s so desperate to finally see your pretty tits after all this time that his strong hands rip the thin material of your tank top with no struggle. “‘m sorry Baby I had to.” A whistle leaves his lips when he sees your tits on full display for him. “Mmm, such pretty little tits Mama~” Your face turns a shade of bright red when you feel his sharp lustful gaze on your exposed chest.

“Can I Baby?” He licks his lips and looks at you for approval. “Mhm.” You were so shy and it was making Toji’s cock ache. He licks his lips before he lowers himself and leans in. The tip of his tongue nips your hardened nipple. “Fuck!” His mouth leaves your nipple, “Feels so good doesn’t it?” All you can do is whimper while his whole undivided attention is on your tits.

You can’t stop the moans that escape your sinful mouth. His movements switch between suckling on your hardened nipples and squishing your tits together and stuffing his face between them.

“‘M so obsessed with your tits. Even better than I imagined.” He squishes your soft tits together while his green eyes look up at yours. “No one else can touch these tits. Mine.” Toji leaves a soft bite on your right tit before his hand travels lower.

“Can I touch you down here, Sweetheart? I’ll make it feel so good.” He toys with the waistband of your tight shorts. “I bet your little virgin pussy is the sweetest.” Your legs clench when the words leave his lips. “I’m a little scared.” “There’s no need to be. You know I wouldn’t hurt you right, Doll?” The fingers that were toying with the waistband of your shorts were pulling them lower and lower. “I know I can make you feel so good. Just let me ‘kay?” “B-but!” Your shorts and panties are pulled down in one swift motion before you can even retort. Your soft cunt gets exposed.

The man between your legs licks his lips when he sees your soft virgin cunt. Your hand immediately goes down to cover your pussy which Toji wasn’t a fan of. He grabbed your small and weak hand and moved it away. “Let me see.” He demands while lifting your legs so he can see your puffy pussy. “Fuckk- Such a pretty little cunt. All for me too, no one else is allowed to touch you like this Baby.” “This is so embarrassing,” Two hands cover your face while Toji takes in the view of your body completely exposed to him now.

“Don’t be so shy Sweetie, you’re so fucking delicious.” He bites his lip and looks at your glistening folds.

He can’t help it, he wants to touch you now. His pointer finger dips between your slick folds and grazes your clit. “A-ah! Be gentle, pretty please.” Toji can’t help himself. All of your whimpers and mewls make him want to ravish you more and more. His cock needs to feel your tight pussy and needs to breed you full of his cum. He runs his finger up and down your folds.

He uses the fact that you’ve never felt anything like this before to his advantage. He frees his weeping cock of the restraint of his pajamas and damp boxers while you were a sensitive moaning mess from just his finger. He almost feels bad.

His cock is thick and long and he knows that it’s hard to take. Even for the more experienced women that he had slept with. The cold air hit his cock and he couldn’t hold back his soft moan. He also couldn’t help pressing the huge tip on your wet folds. “H-Huh? Is that?” You’re a bit confused, but then the realization hits and you realize what’s touching your wet cunt. “Mhmmm, it’s big isn’t it?” A shit-eating grin is plastered all over his face while he grips the base and rubs it between your wet folds, earning a moan from you. You uncover your face and take a look at Toji’s leaking cock on your pussy. “It’s so big, will it fit?” “Of course it will. If not. I’ll make it fit.” The tip of his cock poked at the small opening.

“Be good for me, yeah?” Before you can even process what’s happening you feel the tip of his thick cock begin to sink into your heat. “I-“ He didn’t even give you the chance to even adjust before his huge cock felt like it was ripping you in half. “Toji! Hurts. It’s not gonna fit!” You practically yell. “That’s only the tip Baby. Be a good girl and be quiet for me.” His tone is now low and almost scary. “Hurts so bad,” Tears begin to prick your eyes while Toji’s thick cock bullies its way into your tight virgin cunt.

“There we go-“ He groans when your pussy finally stretches around the thick length. “Wasn’t too bad was it?” His tone was almost condescending. The stretch was some of the worst pain you had ever felt, you almost regretted losing your virginity to someone that was so. Well endowed. Not that you could have possibly known that. “Hurts so badddd-“ You whine when you feel his coarse pubic hair against your bare pussy.

“Don’t be such a whiny baby,” He gives your clit a harsh slap making you yelp. “I’m sorry. Ah!” The feeling of being full is so unfamiliar, but it’s something you can get used to. His cock was so thick, but it filled you to the brim as bad as the stretch felt you knew it would be temporary. “I’ve never had pussy this tight. I should have fucked you a long time ago.”

When he thinks he’s waited enough time he begins to move his hips. “Your pussy is sucking me in. So perverted.” He bites his lip while he tries to savor the feeling of your tightness.

“T-Toji- Need more~” The pain had subsided and waves of pleasure had begun to wash over your body little by little.

“Do you? Such a needy girl.” He presses your plush thighs together. “I’ll give you more, dirty girl.” Toji wants to make you see stars and make sure you never forget this exact moment. As long as he can leave you a begging and whimpering mess he knows he’s done his job.

His hips slam into you over and over again. His balls hit the fat of your ass whenever he sped up. “I love my sweet little Baby. You’re so good and obedient. You belong to me now.” You could tell by his higher tone that he was enjoying this a little too much and getting carried away with such possessive language.

“You let me in raw, what a dirty girl. I need to breed you and make you a mommy.” He’s getting close and you could tell. “You’d like that, I know you would. Being my little pregnant wife.” His fingernails were digging into your soft thighs while he slams in and out.

“The way you’ve looked at me, I know you want this too.” “Breed me Toji,” You don’t need to tell him twice.

“You’re something else- Oh my god- I can’t hold back.” He groans before he feels pleasure wash over his muscular body.

“My god. I came so much so fast.” He sighs before pulling his softening cock out of your hole.

He watches as his warm seed spills out of your abused cunt. “You old perv, did you actually cum inside?” Silence.

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

SOULMATE SOAP HAS MY HEART. I DONT THINK THERES ANYTHING I WOULDNT DO FOR HIM

67 / 2.8k / soap soulmate au, epilogue

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"Anything, you say?" Soap's eyes sparkle. "A dangerous proposal, hen."

You roll your eyes. "You know what I mean."

"I know what you said." He grins at you as he towels himself off. "I’m wonderin' what exactly I could get away with, bein' offered anything. No limits, no boundaries..."

You can't help but let your gaze trail down his form. He's totally naked and still dripping wet. "Anything within reason."

"Where's the fun in bein’ reasonable?"

You lean back, pulling your feet up and crossing your legs atop the low hotel coffee table where you're seated.

You and Soap have been getting to know each other here—intimately, as soulmates and people—for the past two days. You don't live near Glasgow and wouldn't tell Soap where exactly you call home, so he offered to get the two of you a hotel suite near the mountains while the higher-ups figure out what to do with you.

You figured he'd offer to take you out on a date or something, but so far you haven't made it out of the hotel room yet. It's more like a honeymoon than a vacation. You can't say you're disappointed with all the things he's shown you, though.

"Oh, so it hasn't been fun for you yet?"

Soap laughs at that and throws the towel to the carpet. No point in modesty. You’ve seen and touched every scar and bruise on his powerful body, but it does nothing to deter your gaze.

"Been plenty fun. But now I know I could be gettin’ away with even more if I play my cards right."

"Such as?"

"Marriage."

You scoff. "Pervert."

"Am I?" He leans toward you and braces his hands on the edge of the coffee table. He loves the way you try to resist looking at him but can’t help yourself. Your gaze keeps trailing down to his abs. "I think you like the idea of me down on my knees. I’ve seen you enjoyin’ the view."

Your back straightens. He's so cocky. Still, your eyes don't meet his. If anything, they dip lower. "Laswell called while you were in the shower."

"Did she?" He strolls across the space between the bathroom and the bed to his duffel bag. You lean back and watch him languidly as he digs around for his phone, his handsome mouth settling into a frown. He won’t find it. He sees why once he glances over at you to see your catlike smile.

Soap crosses his arms and looks down at you. "Resigned to petty thievery now, are we?"

You shrug and hold his phone out, letting it dangle from your fingertips like a mouse by the tail. "It's not like I have any other jobs to preoccupy my time."

He pauses to admire the view down your tank top—his tank top—and then snatches the phone away. "How many times do you want me tae beg and grovel for forgiveness? Not that you deserve it, ye wee hellion,” he mutters, scrolling through his recent calls.

"At least three more times." You lean back on your hands as he walks away. "Aren't you going to ask me what she said?"

"Are you going to tell the truth?"

"I was considering it."

"Were you?”

You sigh and watch him raise his phone to his ear. You miss when he hung on your every word.

"Go for Soap."

Soap makes a show of talking on the phone with Laswell. He tries not to glance at you too much. You and your sharp pout and the black tank top you’re wearing and how it rides up on your hips and leaves nothing to the imagination. He’ll have to do something about that later.

"Aye. Understood." A slow grin stretches across his face. "Now that is good news. Pleased to be workin' with ya, Laswell."

He hangs up. You cross your arms. "Well?"

Soap tosses his phone on the bed and turns back to you. "Ought to chew you out for answering a call on a secure line."

"Kate already did."

"Did she, now? And you’re on a first-name basis?" Now he is amused. "Don't think I'm not keeping track of every little rule you’ve broken so far. You’re in enough trouble as it is."

You bounce your leg against the tabletop. "What did she say?"

Soap closes the space between you. In the time it takes him to reach you, you stand up, bare feet on the low table. It puts you barely above eye level with him.

"She didn't tell you the news, then, did she?" His lips twist into a smug smirk. "Serves you right."

You stare him down. You don't often get the chance to, so you capitalize on it for all you're worth. "She did," you lie.

"You’re lying, darlin’."

"How would you know?"

"You'd be right pissed off already, for one." He wraps his hands around the backs of your bare thighs idly. His thumbs brush the underside of your ass. "For two, I know better than to take you at your word. Might as well start assuming the opposite of what you decide to tell me."

"That's not a nice thing to say to your soulmate."

"You’ve never been nice to me in your life." He pulls you closer, making your legs part so he can hike his thigh up between them, his foot flat on the table between yours. He grins at you. "I seem to recall you threatenin' me that first night we met."

You push against his chest to steady yourself. "I was trying to protect your dumb ass. You were going to get yourself killed."

Soap’s hand slides up to the small of your back to help you balance. "Didn't get killed, though, did I?"

"Only because I told you to hide."

"My guardian angel."

"You're lucky you got away when you did. If you compromised us, I would've gutted you."

"Vicious, vicious woman."

"Stubborn mule of a man."

"Gorgeous, disobedient pain in my ass." Soap takes your chin in his fingers and lifts it, drifting closer to your lips as if drawn in. "Not tae mention ornery."

"You're ornery."

"Now, that's hurtful. You ought to give me some sympathy."

"Give me one good reason why."

His hands slide up to cup your ass. "Because I’m your soulmate, and I’m entitled to a little sympathy for the fact that your brazen attitude makes me crazy."

You rub at his collarbone. "If you're my soulmate, it follows that you deserve it."

Christ, he loves when you say shit like that. He leans in to mouth the underside of your jaw and murmur directly against your ear. "You know what I deserve? And you’re gonna give it to me?"

You tilt your head up. His lips slide further down your neck. You preen. "Someone has to."

He lets out a dark huff of laughter at the response. You’re all too eager to push back at him, and nothing gets him hard faster than a challenge.

Just as he latches onto your neck and begins marking you with a new hickey, you push him backward onto the hotel bed. Soap laughs as he lets himself fall. Then he sits up on his elbows and leers at you. His hair is already mussed and his breathing already heavier than normal.

You climb over him, plant your palms on his shoulders, and press him down into the comforter. Right as you stoop down to catch his bottom lip in your teeth, though, you look down at him from above and frown. "Wait, but what did Laswell say?"

Soap pauses. “Now?”

"Yes." You can’t stand not knowing. "Tell me."

Soap grabs two handfuls of your ass and squeezes in annoyance. Ruin the mood, then. "She said she heard back from the program." The program meant to protect the soulmates of military operators and other agents who could be compromised by the existance—or any knowledge whatsoever—of a soulbond. Like witness protection.

You suck in an annoyed breath. "Are you really gonna lock me up in some safehouse?"

“I’d love to—chain you up, put you in a cage, keep you somewhere all safe and sound so nobody else can touch you.” Soap watches you with an off-kilter gleam in his eyes. His words draw an image in your mind that isn’t remotely unpleasant. “But it won't be with the program, no. They denied the request."

You perk up. "Really?"

Soap grins at how excited you get. “Aye. Said your old job makes you a security risk. Too hot to handle.” He lets out a huff as his hand slides up your bare thigh. “But don't get too excited. Laswell found another opening. Or… made one. Something in her sector."

You sit back in surprise. "CIA?"

"Aye. Turns out your impressive track record of selling violence for money makes you a font of useful intel. " Soap watches you, gauging your reaction. "Couldn’t let that go to waste, now, could they?"

You glare down at him. "What's the catch?"

Soap can see the wheels turning in your mind. He grins. "Oh, hardly a thing."

Your hands tighten on his shoulders in warning. "Johnny."

He grins up at you, all teeth and confidence. He loves the way you say his name. “You should go into intelligence. You’d be a hell of an interrogator. You’d get me to tell you anything and never even bat those pretty eyelashes at me."

"John, I swear to God."

He laughs as he sits up on his elbows, his free hand running up your leg to wrap around your hip. "Alright, alright. Pushy." This is almost how he wanted you: straddling him on the bed, hips pressed together. "You're the perfect hire because you come attached to your own soldier, aye? Package deal. Someone to keep an eye on you."

"What, like a handler?"

"Somethin' like that," he muses, tracing his finger along your spine.

You give him a doubtful look. There's no way Laswell would stoop so low. But seeing the shit-eating grin on his face gives you a sinking feeling. "I'm an asset?"

"Course not. An asset would've defected of their own free will. And since you runnin’ away with me is still off the record as of yet…"

Still perched across his hips, you cross your arms. "And what if I say no?"

Soap narrows his eyes.

The world flips. You're on your back, pinned underneath him against the bed. He presses your wrists against the comforter. "Then you'd be a hostage."

You pull at his grip, but it does no good. "You can’t do that."

"I can."

"Says who?"

He leans close. "Says your new handler." He lets the word sink in, lets it make your mind race with indignant heat. That's how he likes you best. His lips trail along the side of your neck, mouthing at the sensitive skin there in a way that makes you arch up. "Talk or don't. Either way, I'll have a convenient excuse to keep you locked up tight."

Naturally. He lets the truth slip out so easily. Likely because he never intended to give you much of a choice. He's learned his lesson and knows very well not to trust you to stay in one place anymore. If he wants to keep you around, he needs to play dirty. Like you.

He trusts you with his life, yes, but not with your own. And certainly not with his heart.

You scoff. But instead of resisting, you relax your body and let him have his way. "Fine. If it makes no difference, do your job. You know what that is, right? Extract my intel."

He pauses with his mouth against your neck. You’re giving in already. He isn’t used to that.

He shifts his hands to thread your fingers together and pin them higher over your head. He lets his mouth brush your neck as he speaks. "I intend to."

"Go on, then. Let’s see a real interrogation. Nothing like that silly warehouse you had me in before."

Soap’s face falls into a scowl. Cheeky. "That wasn't an interrogation, hen. That was a rescue." He settles one muscular leg back between your thighs. "Bloody eager to test my patience. And for what?"

"Mm."

He lets his knee nudge up against your core and grind against it, skin to skin. "You want a fight?" His voice softens, barely. "You want control?"

You think about it. But ultimately, you let your eyes close and relax your body that much more under him. "No, I trust you."

“Oh?” You’ve never said that before. Those words sound good coming from your lips. “Do ye?”

You open your eyes a fraction to narrow them at him. "Don't look too far into it."

“I’ll look as far as I please. Trust me not to hurt you, trust me not to let you leave...” He kisses you. It steals your breath again. "Trust me to give you what you need. Am I close?"

"You're trying to rile me up."

A dangerous grin slowly spreads across his face. “That's what I do best, sweetheart. So you trust me, eh?" When he gets like this—dark and heated, predatory—Soap looks more dangerous than all the weapons he’s ever used combined. A man as trained and deadly as Soap can get downright lethal when he’s playing with you. “Are you sure you should be trusting a man like me?”

"No, definitely not. Horrible idea."

He lets a laugh rumble out of his chest and his knee grinds against you again, earning himself a soft gasp. "But you’re still doing it, aren’t you? And you know what I'd do if your sweet little ass pulled another runner."

"I'm shaking in my socks."

His eyes flash with heat as he smirks down at you. He can feel your thighs clenching around his leg as he continues to grind against you. "You ought to be," he murmurs. "You know I got you. And you owe me."

"Do I?"

"Aye. For runnin' away from me, for lyin', for makin' me hunt you down. For makin' me drag your ass out of a frozen river. For makin' me think you were gonnae freeze t'death the moment I finally got you in my arms." He gives you such a heated look, you find yourself looking off at the ceiling behind him rather than holding his gaze. "And that's not even gettin' into all the stitches I got 'cause of you. You owe me for every single one."

You swallow. "Are you planning to hold that stuff over my head forever?"

If you had any idea how it felt to see you disappearing into that river, you probably wouldn’t be asking that.

"That depends on whether you plan on bein' the sort who needs to be kept in line forever," he growls. "Or whether you're gonnae let me keep you safe, darlin', always where I want ye."

Your face warms and your chest flutters. Damn it. "Fat chance," you retort as quickly as you can to cover up the butterflies.

"Forever it is, then." He lets go of your hands and reaches up to grab your chin. Soap has big hands, strong, with too many scars along his knuckles given his young age. "You’d do well to remember that every time you think about runnin’ from me.” His knee grinds up against you again, a tease and a promise all rolled into one. “Now tell me again that you trust me.”

"Nnh." You squirm. "Johnny, c'mon..."

"No, go on. Say it for me. Say you trust me. Say it out loud." He leans in closer. He's hungry again. Starving. "Let me hear it again. Sounds as pretty as you look."

You roll your hips against his knee again, seeing stars against your eyelids when his thigh muscle clenches.

His grip tightens in warning as he fights to keep control of himself. "You’re pushin’ it, hen."

"Do something about it," you murmur. You wanted bite in your voice, but it's not quite there. "Handler."

Coming from your mouth, it does funny things to his mind. His muscles coil tight with need. But then he relaxes. He has all the time in the world to do everything he wants to you. He bites down gently on your ear, earning a breathless shudder from you. His hands snake under your hips, pulling them up higher as his body slides between your legs.

"That's right. All mine."

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warning: age gap, first time bj, oral (m), dirty and sweet talk, nothing too filthy:)

pairing: older husband!Cillian x younger wife!Reader

summary: Cillian teaches his little wife how to please him

The marriage between them caused a bit of a stir within the crowd, the big age gap was there, but who cares as long as you are utterly in love? Their chemistry was undeniable and the sex was amazing.

But as she was soaking in her bath, she couldn’t stop thinking about one thing. Cillian was always down to keep with his younger wife’s big appetite, doing his best to please her and fuck her until both of their bodies were spent. However, he never asked for her to please him back. It’s not like she didn’t want to, she did, but she was so scared of hurting him in some way. It soothed her that he was perfectly satisfied with her pussy, but sometimes she wished that he would just grab her head and shove his cock down her throat.

Cillian was her first in everything, which meant that she never sucked cock before. She jerked him off for half minutes just before he was about to penetrate her, but nothing more.

As she thought more about it, the more she felt her mouth salivating at the thought of pleasing him. She got out of her bath, dried herself and put on a lacy tank top and cotton panties. She knew that Cill would be in the living room, reading a book on his beloved armchair.

And of course, there he was. In sweatpants and a thin shirt, his reading glasses sat on top of his nose and his face was one of concentration. God, he looked so good.

While he was lost in his book, he suddenly noticed a pair of feet padding into his peripheral vision, before he knew it, his sweet little wife was making herself comfortable on his lap, demanding his complete attention without any words. With his book now put aside on the side table, he wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.

“Hello there, sweetheart.” He whispered into her ear. He was so smitten with her, he could smell the sweet vanilla scent of her bodywash and his hands caressed her skin that was barely covered. His brows furrowed when he noticed the slight pout on her lips. “What’s wrong?”

She moved to straddle him and moved her face close to his, she looked deeply into his baby blues and said. “I want you to teach me.”

Her closeness made his body warm up. “Teach you what, darling?” He whispered, her cotton clad pussy was sitting right on top of his hardening cock, he could even feel her warm heat.

“I want to please you, suck your cock.” She murmured shyly, which made him chuckle and caress her hair lovingly.

“Oh, my little doe, you had me worried there. But, you just want to be good for daddy, eh?” She just nodded eagerly.

“I-I want to learn how to make you feel good, because you always make me feel so good with your mouth, daddy. I want to do the same thing.” Her hand wandered down to his crotch and started palming him through the thin fabric. He hissed at the sudden contact, her clever little hands felt so good on him.

Before she could take him out, his hands grabbed her face. “Are you sure, little doe? I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this.”

She just giggled and kissed him. “I’m sure, daddy.”

“Well, then… On your knees.” He said to her in a deeper voice, the voice when she knew not to disobey him or she would be punished. In contrast to his voice, he planted a kiss on her temple, just so she knew that they could stop anytime.

She dropped to her knees and started to pull his pants down, along with his underwear. Cillian was petting her while she was doing it. “Very good, take me out, my pet.”

His demanding voice made her feel more excited to be finally doing it. When his nearly fully hard dick sprang up in her face and against his stomach, she grabbed it with her delicate hand and started jerking him off slowly. He grunted at the contact, never taking his eyes off of her. “Spit in your palm, it’s going to be better for me and easier for you.” She did as he told her and it actually was better, her hand now gilded easily up and down his member. “You can do it more tightly—“ he put his hands on hers, guiding her. “—just like that. Hands on mine, let’s go a bit faster, hm?” He put his hand back on her head when she had the perfect grip on him.

“Just stay calm and do what feels natural for you.” He sensed her nervousness.

“I-I don’t really know what to do, daddy…” She looked up at him sadly from her kneeling position and he felt his heart melting.

“Okay, so… Start with little kisses, and an occasional little licks here and there.” His voice was laced with pleasure, especially when she planted a kiss on his tip. “Oh, fuck—right there, doe, that is where it feels good for me the most.” She kept on kissing and licking at his tip, tasting the precum that was beading from his slit. His tip was smooth and warm, she enjoyed having it in her mouth. She suddenly had an idea, she ran her wet tongue from his base to his tip, when she got up to the top, she took his pulsing tip into her mouth and sucked on it. “OH—- You’re doing so good… So, so very good for daddy. Keep on sucking.” His hand tangled itself into her silky soft hair. After a few minutes, she let him slip into her mouth a bit more, with hollowing her cheeks she started to bobbing her head up and down on his cock. Her lips smiled around him when she heard his moaning and his fingers tightening in her hair, it felt so rewarding.

She still didn’t relax completely, she was constantly careful not to scrape his sensitive skin with her teeth and she was doing very well.

Feeling his palm pushing her even more down, she was trying to fight the urge to gag. She took a deep sigh and relaxed her throat, letting his big cock slip into her throat. “My god, doe, you are doing amazing! You are pleasing daddy so much!”

She deepthroated him a few times before he pulled her head off of him by her hair. He chuckled darkly when he heard her whining. “Hush, sweetheart. I’m going to show you another thing you can do to make daddy feel good.” Now she was listening with big eyes. “Touch me lower, touch my balls. Lick them, fondle them or suck them.” She lowered her hair to kiss all around his testicles. She gently palmed them and started to kiss them, occasionally letting her tongue dart out for a taste.

When his moans faltered and she got bored, her slightly swollen lips wrapped around his dick again. She let his hand dictate the pace, he was rough and gentle at the same time, something only her husband was capable of doing.

“Just a bit more, my little love.” He urged, barely being able to talk, the feeling of her warm and wet mouth all around him was swallowing him up. He didn’t let her break eye contact, he needed to see his pretty little wife to be able to cum.

He warned her before he came, giving her time to pull off, even if he wanted nothing more than to paint her mouth with his seed and have himself deep in her tummy. To his surprise, she kept on sucking on him and using her hands at the same time. Of course she would swallow, she was his good little girl who was always hungry for his load.

“I’m there! I’m coming, my darling— OHH YES!” She felt her mouth fill with his thick and warm load. She gulped it down eagerly, enjoying the feeling of her belly filling up with him. She pulled off when his meaty thighs twitched from sensitivity, then she gave him one last peck and tucked him back into his pants.

He smiled when she wiped the remaining cum off the corners of her mouth with her fingers, only to lick them clean.

He reached down and put her back in his lap, kissing her all around her face at which she giggled at. He saw that he tired her out, so he gently cooed to her.

“My good little wife, always so good to me. You did so well, the best blowie I ever got. Thank you, my darling.”

She nuzzled her face into his neck, smiling softly and enjoying his gentle caressing.

“Rest now, sweetheart. You deserve it.”

When he felt her nearly falling asleep, he kissed her hair again before picking his book up. His little wife asleep in his lap, with her tummy full of his seed, he smiled knowing that she was his.

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Hey, I love your writing! Could you write a story about Rick Grimes and a female reader?

It's two months after Lori's death and you and Rick have been sneaking around keeping your relationship on the DL

And during one of the hookups, he ended up calling you Lori instead. The hookups stopped for a while, and he went crazy because you had been avoiding him since the awkward moment. He ended up doing everything in his power to get you back

Please don't rush take your time :]

❝ Sweetheart ❞

pairing Rick Grimes x f!Reader

cw smut, unprotected p in v, angst, pining

note you are very kind, @hutchersonsgurl and i really enjoyed writing this request! sorry i took so long, but ty for your patience! i hope you like!

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 This was the nth time you woke up naked, laying against Rick's bare chest in the uncomfortable cot of your cell. The first time this happened, you felt horrible. His wife had died barely two months ago, and here you were fucking him in secret. Maybe this was his way of grieving, or maybe he actually liked you, but either way the sex was too good to stop. 

"Mornin' sweetheart," he said, his voice still raspy with sleep. Your heart swelled. You loved when he used that nickname. You responded by pressing a gentle kiss to his chest. He wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you closer. 

"Get 'nough sleep?" he asked, a teasing quality to his voice. He had kept you up all night and he knew it. You had the sore thighs and marks littering your body to prove it. 

“You kept me up all night and wore me out. I think I should be exempt from my duties today.”  He laughed at your suggestion. 

“S’too bad. I wanted to go out for a quick supply run, jus you ’n me.”  You perked up at this. Supply runs that involved just the two of you were always more than supply runs. Even if they ended up just being regular supply runs, you still enjoyed spending time with Rick. 

“When’re we leavin’!?” You asked excitedly as you untangled yourself from Rick’s arms to get up. He pulled you back into the cot and held you in a tighter embrace. 

“It’s still early. Let’s stay like this for a bit, yeah?” He asked before tenderly kissing your hairline. 

"You seriously wearin' that?" Rick asked as you approached the car. You wore a form fitting tank top paired with some denim low rise short shorts. You knew it wasn't the most practical outfit, but you couldn't resist teasing him. 

"Somethin' wrong?" you asked with faux innocence. He couldn't answer you seeing as he was too busy gawking. Piercing blue eyes stared at your cleavage before drifting down to your thighs where the marks he sucked on them peeked out from beneath the shorts. He's seen you naked and been inside you so many times, yet the sight of you in that simple outfit damn near brought him to his knees. 

"You gonna keep starin' or are we gonna get goin'?" You asked, arms impatiently crossed beneath your chest. He playfully rolled his eyes before opening the passenger side door for you, ushering you inside. He got in the driver's side and began driving to the department store you spotted the other day. 

 Rick's hand rested comfortably on your thigh as he drove and as you alternated between admiring him and admiring the view outside. Being alone with the man gave you the perfect opportunity to ask him all the questions swimming in your head about your relationship. You couldn't decide between enjoying the peaceful, comfortable silence or initiating a talk with him, but eventually decided on the latter. 

"What am I to you, Rick?" you asked with forced nonchalance. You could've sworn you saw him tense up, but he recovered so quickly you couldn't even be sure it happened. 

"What do you-" he took a breath, "what do you mean?" 

The lack of an immediate answer made your heart sink a little. You weren't expecting a speech followed by a marriage proposal, but anything else would've been nicer. 

"Am I a rebound? A friend? A bootycall? A..." you hesitated for a moment, "girlfriend?" You hated how hopeful you sounded at the last suggestion. 

 He ran a hand over his face and sighed before answering. "I don' know what you are to me." Your eyes burned with tears that you refused to let fall. His hand grabbed yours, squeezing it comfortingly. "But I know you're special to me and I could never live without you." You reciprocated his hand squeeze. Although it wasn't exactly what you wanted to hear, his words made your heart swell. 

  You held his hand for the rest oft the car ride, until the department store came into view. It was worn down on the outside, like most places were, and some of the letters were missing from the sign. Some windows were broken and others were boarded up. Pickings were slim so even if you thought there'd be nothing in there, it'd be worth it to check. You exited the car and grabbed your backpack full of snacks, water bottles, and a few weapons along with an empty bag for your finds and slung it over your shoulder. Rick grabbed it from you and carried it instead, a simple but gentlemanly gesture. 

 Hand in hand, the two of you entered the store. You were shocked to see fluorescent lighting and feel the cool air conditioning. The rest of the store was a mess. Dismembered mannequins, clothes, and clothing hangers littered the floor. Empty clothing racks were tipped over along with shopping carts. 

"Just grab a bunch of these clothes for everyone, I'll go look for some baby stuff," Rick said. You agreed and began shoving as many clothes as you could fit into the empty bag. With Rick off somewhere else, you began looking around the store. It all looked the same aside for a few different items strewn across the floor. You threw an apple scented candle into the bag because why not, and shoved in some blankets. The bag could barely zip, which was your sign to stop "shopping." You continued exploring the store until you came across the mattress aisle.

   It had felt like ages since you've felt the comfort of a real mattress and it was far too tempting not to give in. You set the bag down, but kept your knife and holster on you in case you ran into any trouble. You ran before jumping onto a random mattress, bouncing a little before settling on it. The fluffy comfort soothed your achy body. It hadn’t even been a minute, but your eyelids already started feeling heavy. Rick calling your name jostled you from your short sleep. You debated on ignoring him so you could drift back off to sleep, but that was far too dangerous and you knew that. 

“Over here,” you called back. He found his way over to you, baby clothes and other items in his arms. He looked at you skeptically before setting the stuff in his arms down. 

“What’re you doin?” 

“When was the last time you felt a real mattress, Rick?”  He looked up in thought, but took too long to answer, so you patted the spot beside you. He flopped onto the mattress, settling down next to you. You turned to face him. 

“Comfy, right?” His face cracked into a smile. 

“Yeah, too bad we can’t take it back to the prison,” he lamented. 

“Yeah,” you trailed off, eyes darting between his eyes and pink lips, “We better make the best outta this while we can.” You couldn’t help the way your mouth pulled into a smirk. His face mirrored yours as he pulled you in for a kiss. You tangled your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss. His hands slid down your body, gripping your ass before pulling you into him, grinding his crotch against yours. He moaned into your mouth, allowing you to slip your tongue into his, tasting him. Out of breath, he pulled away, panting with pink cheeks and pupils blown with lust. He flipped you from on your side to your back before kneeling on either side of your hips. You sat up and went for his belt buckle, but he pushed you back down into the mattress. 

“C’mon, Rick, what’re you waiting’ for?” You whined impatiently. He leaned down and grabbed your face between one of his large hands, lips puffing out from the way he squeezed your cheeks. 

“Patience, little girl, or I won’t let ya cum,” he threatened with a lustful darkness in his eyes. Your stomach flipped and your pussy throbbed. You loved this side of Rick, but you hated waiting. You nodded your head and he relinquished his hold on your face. The pout on your face was quickly wiped away when he began sucking on the space where your neck and shoulder connected. You were too caught up in the moment to worry about him leaving marks on hard to cover places on your body, and he didn't seem to care too much either. He nipped at your collar bones as you tried to stifle the giggles that the ticklish feeling of his beard caused. When your tank top got in the way of his descent, he made quick work of removing it, almost tearing it in the process. His eyed went wide when he realized you weren't wearing a bra, but you just smiled innocently at him, causing his pants to tighten. The cool, air conditioned air hardened your nipples, which Rick pinched, earning restrained whimpers from you and making you squirm beneath him. 

"Nah, no holdin' back, I wanna hear you." 

"B-but what if walkers-" your own moan cut you off when Rick took your breast into his warm mouth. He captured your nipple between his tongue and the roof of his mouth as he sucked all while his other hand continued pinching the other. Your hands tangled in his hair as you pathetically whimpered. He pulled away from your breast with a wet pop and continued kissing wet, sloppy kisses down your stomach, until he met the waistband of your little shorts. The way he strained against his pants grew painful and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. 

"Turn 'round, wanna see your pretty ass in those little shorts," he ordered, gripping your hips to flip you over. You supported yourself on your elbows with your back arched and ass in the air, per Rick’s command. 

“God, you look so damn good in those shorts.” The complement sent heat flooding to your core. 

“Hurry up, Rick, I need you!” You whined wantonly. You knew Rick didn’t have patience for your impatience, but could he take any longer? Rick slapped your ass, leaving a pleasurable sting. 

“What’d I tell you ‘bout bein’ patient?” Rick snapped. You glanced at him behind you with pleading pout on your face, silently asking for forgiveness all while begging him to hurry up and pound you into the mattress. He already couldn’t say no to you, but when you looked at him like that it took almost everything in him to not give into your every whim. 

“Goddamn, sweetheart, you drive me crazy,” he groaned as he hurriedly unbuckled his belt. His hands were on you again, yanking your shorts down to your knees. With the way your arousal coated your inner thighs, Rick gave up on taking his time with you. You looked so delectable as you eagerly laid there desperately waiting for him with your own wetness leaking down your supple thighs. His hand held your hip in place as the other lined himself up with your entrance. He slid in effortlessly, filling you up so perfectly. A guttural moan escaped him once he bottomed out.  Every vein along his shaft you could feel as he thrusted in and out of you. His grip on your hips hardened to the point of leaving bruises as he pounded in and out of you. 

“Yer takin’ me so good, princess,” he said between his own pants and occasional breathy moans.

Your elbows shook as you struggled to support yourself, weakened by the pleasure and the pounding you were getting from the man behind you. They finally gave out, leaving you face down in the soft mattress. Rick’s thrusts were becoming sloppy and rhythmless as his breathing shallowed. 

“Rick, ‘m gonna cum,” you whined. 

“Me too, jus�� wait a sec.” 

He continued his tired thrusts, his hips bumping your ass with each one, filling the store with wet, erotic sounds.

“Oh, god! Rick!” You screamed as you came around his cock. Your velvety walls squeezed him as your eyes rolled back while your orgasm overtook you. He let out a guttural moan as his hot release flooded your tired cunt. After pulling out, the man collapsed beside you on the mattress. You turned to face him, a sleepy smile on your face as you cuddled up to him. He took you in his arms and held you to his chest, peppering kisses all over any part of you he could reach. 

“You’re so good to me, Lori,” he said between kisses. You froze and Rick did too. You forced yourself out of his arms. His arms were once your favorite place to be. You felt safe, warm, and comforted, like the world hasn’t ended. But now it felt like your world ended. The arms that once gave you safety and comfort left you feeling vulnerable and weak. 

“Sweetheart, I-I’m sorry, it was a genuine mistake,” he pleaded. His blue eyes held unshed tears which he blinked back as he desperately apologized. You ignored him, choosing instead to redress yourself in an angered frenzy. 

He called your name in that firm tone he uses when he’s serious. “It was an accident, I promis-“

“Shut up, Rick!” You snapped. His eyes widened in shock and honestly yours did too. You never snapped at him and not in a million years would you have told him to shut up. But you were just so angry. He hurried off the bed and pulled up his pants before hurrying to catch up to you as you stormed off. He grabbed your arm, successfully stopping you. 

“Just,” he sighed, “just listen to me. Please?” He pleaded. You refused to look at him, not wanting him to see the tears you couldn’t hold back. You snatched your arm out of his grip and grabbed your previously discarded bag. 

“I’m goin’ back to the prison,” you said cooly, grateful you were able to keep the waver out of your voice. The lump in your throat burned and your chest ached, but you refused to look back at the man, despite him calling after you. In all honesty, you just wanted to run into his arms and cry into his chest, but he was the one who had you feeling this way. 

 Rick had caught up to you once you were back outside in the Georgian heat. “You can’t walk back to the prison by yourself. It’s far and it’s dangerous,” he bargained. You turned to glare at him, facing him for the first time since he called you by his recently deceased wife’s name. 

“I can handle myself just fine out there and you know that!”  Rick was only rubbing salt in the wound, intentional or not. It already hurt that he called you by the wrong name, but to underestimate you like that only cut deeper. 

“I don’t doubt that one bit, but it’s dangerous out there and I’m jus’ tryin’ to protect you!” 

 Normally, you reveled in his protectiveness. It made you think that maybe there was a chance he loved you, too, but now it only made you angrier. How dare he hurt you then pretend to care about your safety by claiming to protect you. 

“Why? Cause you couldn’t protect your precious Lori!?” You spat before your hands flew up to cover your mouth in shock.  Rick’s face fell as he stood there, frozen, staring at you with heartbreak evident in his eyes. You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth. It wasn’t even his fault she died. An apology burned on the tip of your tongue, but you swallowed it, wanting Rick to hurt just as much as you did. Your turned on your heel and resumed your trek back to the prison and this time he didn’t stop you. 

You cried to yourself quietly in your cell that night. It had been the first night in a while that you spent without Rick under the covers with you. His Freudian slip was more than an innocent mistake to you, it solidified every insecurity that had been brewing in the back of your head. Rick didn't love you, he loved Lori and you were just there to wet his dick while he grieved her death. You looked at him like he hung the moon, but when he looked at you, he just wished you were someone else, and that hurt. Eventually, that hurtful feeling of emptiness was overtaken by a dreamless sleep. 

When you woke the next morning, you just wanted to go to sleep. You wanted to skip out on all your responsibilities and re-enter that state of dreamless sleep that kept you from thinking about Rick. Once you got ready for the day, you trudged over to get something to eat. Footsteps rapidly approached behind you and you felt a hand gently grab your forearm. 

"Can we please talk?" Rick asked. You didn't even want to turn to face him, your urge to ignore him too strong. Honestly, you hoped he'd be mad at you too, for what you had said, but he didn't sound mad at all, just desperate. When you turned to face him, all of your emotions from last night came flooding back tenfold. 

"There's nothing to talk about," you replied, struggling to keep your voice even. You hated how broken you sounded almost more than you hated the way he was looking at you. His red rimmed eyes hinted that he had also been crying, but the way hurt and remorse swam around in his blue irises tugged at your heartstrings. You just wanted to give in and hug him and have him tell you everything was alright while he kissed your tears away. But the thought that maybe he used to do that to Lori upset you all over again, sending tears burning your already puffy eyes. You snatched your arm out of his grip and turned away from him once again.

"I, um... There's lots of walkers at the fence," you mumbled before hurrying off. 

All week, Rick didn't give up on trying to win you back. It honestly confused you. Did he miss you, or did he just miss having sex with you? Either way, you refused to give in. As much as you wanted to, you wouldn't. You didn't want to keep being a replacement for his late wife, so you just ignored and avoided him whenever you could.

 Whenever you would pass Rick in the halls, you'd go another way so he couldn't talk to you, which he always tried to do. He'd either try to apologize or beg you to talk to him, neither of which you wanted to listen to. You ignoring him really started to take a toll on him, and everyone started noticing. 

"Wha's goin' on between you 'n Rick?" Maggie asked you in the watchtower when she came to switch shifts with you. 

The question caught you off guard, stilling you in your place. "Nothin', why?" you replied as casually as you could. The mention of the man always made your heart beat a little faster, apparently that remained true when you were mad at him.

"He's seemed a little...off lately, and honestly, you have too." 

You trusted Maggie, you really did, but just the thought of telling her what happened felt humiliating. 

"Why do ya say that?" you ask, still trying to play it cool. 

"Well, ever since the two a' ya stopped seein' each other, you both've been miserable and it's kinda been affectin' everyone in here too," she explained. Your eyes went wide in shock knowing that she knew about your hookups with Rick. She must think you were awful for getting in bed with him almost as soon as his wife died, and it made your stomach churn. 

"Y-you knew?" you forced out through your dry throat. 

"There isn't much privacy in here," she said matter of factly. 

You looked down at your feet in shame, unshed tears burning in your eyes. If she knew, it was likely everyone else knew too. 

"Anyway," she said, digging in her pocket. She pulled out a few wildflowers. "Rick wanted me to give you these." You accepted them before you could even think of rejecting them. 

"Thanks, Maggie," you said, offering a weak smile. She returned the smile. Your turned to leave the watchtower, but before you could go, the sound of her voice stopped you. 

"Just so you know, nobody's judgin' Rick 'n you." You felt some of the weight on your shoulders dissipate. It was nice to know nobody hated you for hooking up with Rick, but that didn't matter much since you two were essentially broken up. 

 Rick missed you. He was more distraught now than he was when he was seeing his dead wife in different places. He hadn't been able to sleep without you wrapped up in his arms. Guilt crushed him whenever you avoided him around the prison. Guilt because he hurt one of the most important to him. He didn't even care about what you said that day, he just wanted you back. It wasn't even the sex that he missed, it was you. Seeing how you ignored him whenever you were unable to avoid him, he figured the chances of getting you back were slim. Apologies and wildflowers wouldn't be enough. He needed to do whatever he could to get you back. 

He wanted to give you your space as much as he could, which is why he didn't try to pursue you other than when you crossed paths, but he was losing his mind. Which is why he found himself outside of your cell. He hesitated before knocking on the wall beside the curtain covering the cell's bars. He heard shuffling and grumbling before he saw you peek out from behind the curtain, which you quickly drew shut upon seeing him. 

"I need to talk to ya. I promise I'll leave you alone, but only after you hear me out," he whispered, not wanting to wake the others. The silence on your ended lasted for what felt like a while before you finally let him in. You sat down on your cot as Rick stood there awkwardly before eventually sitting a respectable distance away from you. 

"What do ya want?" you asked, not looking at him. 

He took a deep breath as he gathered his words in his head. He had some idea of what he wanted to say to you, but his mind went blank when he saw you. You looked sad and tired, the complete opposite of how you were before that day at the department store. 

"I came in here because I wanted to apologize. I dunno why I called you Lori, but it wasn't 'cause I was thinking of her," he insisted. Your only response was huffing and crossing your arms over your chest, still not looking at him.

"Please, look at me," he pleaded. He sounded weak and desperate because he was. You made him weak and he'd do anything just to have you look at him like you used to. You finally turned to face him, but your gaze was cold and distant. 

"Did you even mean it when you said I was special to you? When you said you couldn't live without me?" you asked guardedly. Rick hated that he made you feel like you couldn't be vulnerable with him anymore. He was ready to bare his whole heart out to you and wished you could do the same. Your walls were up so high that he couldn't even read you anymore. 

"I meant every-" 

"Or were you thinking about Lori when you said that," you spat. 

Rick sighed and ran and hand over his face. He took a minute to compose himself, blinking back the tears that sprung forth at your words. He didn't realize he had hurt you that badly. He glanced around your cell as he blinking back his tears, noticing the flowers he picked for you sitting in an small can filled with water in the corner. It gave him some hope that you'd forgive him. 

"You are the only one for me." He reached for your hand but you snatched it away. 

"Rick, I'm not just some hooker you can call over whenever you get sad thinkin' 'bout your wife" your voice broke as your lips and chin began to quiver, your tears failing to stay put in your eyes.

 Seeing you fall apart crying broke Rick's heart, making it harder for him to hold back his own tears. He didn't know what else he could say to make you understand that his life wouldn't be the same without you. So he pulled out a piece of paper with a letter he wrote for you. He was originally going to have someone else to give it to you for him since you'd been avoiding him. But now was he chance. He placed it on your cot before letting himself out.  

You paced back and fourth in the prison fiddling with the letter Rick gave you as you anxiously waited his and the others’ return. You had all presumably defeated the Governor, but the others went after him anyway to tie up any loose ends. Having been a part of the initial fight, you wanted to go too, but Rick wouldn’t let you. You arguing with him on why you should go had been the first time you talked to him since he came to your cell that night a week ago. 

Worrying about Rick made you feel guilty for ignoring for all this time. You spent all this time ignoring him, too afraid to admit to yourself that you still loved him. And now he might be dead somewhere, never knowing that you forgive him and love him too. You stared down at the letter and reread it for the nth time, seeking comfort in his written words. 

Sweetheart, 

 When you asked me what you were to me, I couldn’t find the right words to answer. It shouldn’t have taken me losing you to realize that you are my everything. In such a short time, you became my world and I wouldn’t be able to live a day without you. Every time you’re away from me, I yearn for the moment of your return. I don’t know how much time we’ll have together, but no matter how much or little we have left, I will spend all of it trying to earn your love again, because I love you, (Y/N). 

-Rick 

 Tears welled in your eyes. You felt so foolish wasting so much time you could’ve spend loving Rick being angry with him. You folded the letter again and shoved it in your back pocket. The sounds of the gate opening and Daryl’s motorcycle approaching took your attention. You ran outside, hurrying past everyone else headed the same way. You saw Rick standing there unscathed talking with Carl. Tears blurred your vision as you practically charged at him. He opened his arms just in time for your to jump in them. You sobbed into his shoulder as you held each other tight. You pulled away from the kiss and held his face in your hands, staring into his beautiful, blue eyes. He leaned down for a kiss which you happily accepted. 

“They back together again?” Daryl asked. 

“About time,” Carol responded. 

With the addition of the Woodburians, privacy was even harder to come by, but you and Rick made sure to get some the night he returned. You sat perched on his lap with your arms wrapped around him and face nuzzled in his neck. He rubbed soothing circles on your back, happy he was yours again. 

“I’m so sorry for what I said that say,” you mumbled. 

“Me too, sweetheart,” he said soothingly. You sat up and stared at Rick. He looked tired, but at peace for the first time in a while. 

“What?” He asked with a smile on his face. His smile made your own face split into a matching one. 

“I love you.” He pressed his forehead to yours. 

“I love you, too, Sweetheart.” 

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Lurking in the Shadows Pt. 3

Husband!John Price x AFAB!Reader | Obssessed!Ghost x AFAB!Reader

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Over the next few days Simon had very much settled himself into the grooves of your and Johns marriage, when John would get up in the morning Simon turn the both of you , pulling you in closer to him he would make quick work to stuff himself into you. He made sure that during the day he had you bent all over the house, every filthy, needy desperate thought he's ever had being played out, pouting when John would get home and your attention would shift to him, your attention being split and no longer solely on him. Tonight no different as John walked in and you got out of his lap to meet John at the entry way, kissing him, and helping him take his jacket off. "Hi love, how was your day?"

"Hello darling." John wrapped his arms around you pulling you in tightly, "It was well, gonna be staying late the next few nights though, just so you know."

"What? Why?" You pouted up at him, "You guys are leaving again so soon?"

John glanced up, the pout you were giving him being mirrored on Simon's, only deeper and directed at you. Picking you up he only smirked when he saw dinner ready, having wrapped your legs around his waist you repositioned when he sat down on the couch near Simon, "We aren't going anywhere, I just got some meetings and files to get caught up with."

"Promise?" You felt his hands pulling the waist band of the your his sweats down, after some shuffling he squeezed your ass pressing your front into him as he kissed the valley of your breasts.

"Yeah." Smirking into your chest when he noticed that when you reached your hand out to Simon's cheek and cupped it bring him to you, Simon's whole demeanor changed, making him perk up. "Knew you were needy for her for a while but Jesus Simon, never took you for a pouter."

Tensing up Simon looked at John, "Wasn't pouting."

"Doin an awful nice thing as to share my wife, could stand to let up a few moment for me to restuff this cunt when I get home." You moaned when one of his hands slid down your ass and back between your thighs, a days worth of Simon soaking your underwear waiting to drip down. "What do you say darling?"

"Yes, please I want you love." Kissing his lips and neck, you tugged his shirt up from the waist band of his cargo pants, "Fill me up." John let you remove his shirt and undo his belt and pants, your hand wrapping around his shaft pulling him out and jerking him up stiff.

Sliding your underwear to the side John guided your hips down onto him, groaning feeling Simon's cum help ease his cock into you, sliding forward a bit John started moving your hips against him. Bouncing with John's movements the squelching of Simon's cum coating your inner thighs and all of John's pelvic and thighs, whining as you pulled your tank top off you arched into John's mouth as he suckled on your nipple, feeling your walls flutter around him John started rubbing a thumb into your clit in rhythm with his thrust making you dizzy.

Simon felt hot, eyes watching as John's cock bullied up into you, making his cum cover the both of them, knowing that his cum was on his captain made Simon's cock twitch. Gripping himself through his jeans he rubbed himself through the thick material looking up to your face, eyes rolled in bliss, mouth agape, small huffs of breath leaving your lips. He had been working you up to that all day, loving how lost you get when cumming, his pride swelling each and every time you begged him for more. Simon swallowed the lump in his throat when you came around John, the force of your walls clenching around him making him quickly cum with you.

He seen how the two of you silently looked at one another before you both smiled at the same time and you slowly eased off of John, grabbing the collar of Simon's shirt and pulled him to you across John and started kissing him. Consumed into the kiss he didn't see as you jerked John, sliding your other hand up to the back of Simon's neck you guided him down still kissing him, pulling back you leaned down kissing and licking the tip of John's dick, dragging your tongue down the shaft before feeling Simon jerk his head freezing as you were bringing him down. "Be a good boy Si." Massaging his neck you gently guided him down watching as Simon slowly and hesitantly stuck his tongue out barely touching the tip of John's dick. Making your way back up and with Simon's tongue the both of you swirled your tongues around John's tip. After feeling Simon now easing more of John into his mouth on his own you suckled and fondled John's balls.

John groaned watching the both of you going down on him, smirking as you helped ease Simon into it, and huffing when Simon wrapped his lips around the head of his dick. You slowly pushed on his neck making him take a little more of John, you sat up and still holding Simon's neck you leaned into John's chest kissing him. "Isn't he doing such a good job hun?"

"Aye, right, good job lieutenant, urgh, you could take more, go on."

Simon never knew that getting this kind of attention from John would ever rile him up as much as it was, feeling his captain's cock twitching in his mouth, your hand sliding up into his hair Simon couldn't hold back the moan ripping through his throat vibrating around John also making him moan. Pushing little more before John rested his hand over yours he pushed quickly up and holding for a moment while Simon coughed surprised.

Getting off the couch you removed your hand and to Simon's surprise you rested on your knees between his legs trying to help him move his hips so you could undo his pants and tug them down slightly freeing his aching cock, when you started kitten licking his dick his mind fogged up with the sensation of getting his dick licked and sucked while simultaneously having one shoved in his own mouth. As Simon realized you were following his pace that he set to get John off he grew anxious and close, wanting you to go deeper and faster he took a breath through his nose closing his eyes and did his best to go at the pace he wanted you to go. Following his lead you looked up at John trying to focus but smiling as John grinned tightening his grip on Simon's head halting his movements, making Simon whine and thrust up into your mouth when you also stopped. Reaching his hand down to your hair and trying to guide you to continue bobbing your head only for John to reach over, grabbing his wrist and pulling it behind his back. "No, no, no. You'll take what you give lieutenant." Huffing and whimpering with his mouth full, John chuckled holding Simon's head still before setting the pace himself and thrusting up himself, Simon trying not to cough or gag the deeper John worked himself into his throat. "Good, like that lieutenant, quick learner aren't you. Knew you would make me proud."

Simon grunted as his cock started twitching in your throat, groaning trying to bob along John faster before you pulled back and pulled Simon off of John, both huffing looking to you, eyes dazed. "You're so close, I know baby, but you can't cum till John does." Simon groaned, opening his mouth to say something but you stopped him, wiping you thumb on his bottom lip, collecting his drool and all the fluids from when you rode John. "Not. Till. John. Cums." Smiling, you kissed him quick before letting him get back onto John, John mean while rolling his head back moaning when Simon continued. You got back down and took him back in your mouth moaning when John was working his hips up meeting Simon's mouth all while Simon pushed down a few times holding getting used to his girth, getting riled up even more as John continued to say HIS name and praise him.

Hearing John moaning Simon's name you clenched your thighs feeling Simon close again, as you stilled, holding his waist pulling back when he would try to thrust up. You heard Simon whining around John, chuckling around him when he gripped the base of John and was now more determined to get John to cum. John groaned, grabbing Simon's head and started working himself now close, "Don't tease him anymore darling, shit. Close, let him cum."

Moaning you started following John's thrusts while going down, feeling Simon now thrust also both grunting, Simon whimpered around John as the both of them came. Trying to swallow John's cum Simon coughed and grunted as John finished before letting go, letting him sit up gasping, John's cum going down his chin. You sat up smirking, swallowing all of Simon's cum, his cock having a glisten from your saliva.

Looking at John's messy cock you giggled, crawling up onto Simon's lap, using the tip of your tongue to collect John's cum and kissing Simon. "Poor baby, couldn't take all of it? Don't worry, you will. Practice makes perfect huh?" As Simon slowly nodded his head, you kissed all around his face using your thumbs to clean around his mouth. Using the space between the two you got down and took John into your mouth, cucking him in and using your tongue to clean him. Sitting up you hummed as John pinched your chin tilting your head back kissing you sweetly.

"Such a good girl." Pulling your leg over his leg John smiled when Simon followed his lead. Both their hands squeezing and massaging down to your filled cunt. Biting your lip you scooted your hips trying to get more comfortable when their fingers started working together, dipping their fingers into you, their other hands pulling your folds open more. Rolling your eyes back you moaned cupping your breasts, arching your back. "Did such a good job baby, just relax."

Huffing resting your head on Simon's arm you started jerking when both of them found your sweet spot, both working in tandem at the spot as you started gushing around them, the couch slowly getting ruined as when you moved to squeeze your legs they held you tightly. "Shit, there." Looking down you started panting as you tensed, cumming around their fingers, whimpering as their fingers started thrusting into you drawing your orgasm out a little longer. Slouching back into the cushions you groaned when they slide their fingers out and sucked their fingers clean. Looking up into the kitchen you laughed to yourself, "Anyone hungry for real food, dinner is done."

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Part 4

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[bluegalaxygirl]

Celestial wedding (ZoLu X Reader) P1

Plot: Reader gets taken as revenge for Luffy and Zoro's defiance against the Celestial Dragons, they were just going to kill her to make an example but now theres a wedding????.

Warning: Bad language, Violence, kidnapping, forced marriage, needles, drugs and salivary.

Thank you to @herwritingartcowboy for the suggestion. Reader is Female and a gunslinger, Zoro X Luffy X Reader, Poly relationship, established relationship.

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The calm ocean was great for fishing so thats what you, Luffy and Usopp where doing, catching as many fish as you could and putting them in the aquarium tank to keep then fresh. The two boys where having way more luck then you but you did enjoy it as you sat on the railing your legs dangling over the edge. The bright sun was beaming down on the three of you helping you warm up even though there's a light cold breeze, Luffy kept his hand on your thigh for a while lightly stroking the large tattoo that he loves. During the two years you got a tattoo of the Straw hat jolly Rodger, it was hard being away from the crew but when ever you looked at the tattoo it made you feel close to them. When you first showed your captain he was over the moon with joy and hugged your leg for hours, its now his favorite place to rest his head or hand, sometimes you wonder does it mean more to him than it does to you. It had been an hour since you alone haven't caught anything so you were about to pack it in when the line tugged, "See Y/N i told you" Luffy smiles wide jumping off the railing and holding your shoulders as you try and reel it in but it was much harder than you expected "Come on Y/n" Usopp cheer as you lean as far back as you can to get the upper hand, seeing you struggling the two decide to help you, both standing behind you and trying to stop what ever is on the other end of the line form pulling you into the ocean.

After a few minutes of struggling a dark shadow starts to surface making the water above it bubble as the fish thrashes to escape "Oh no" You call out noticing the size, shape and color as it breaks through the water, Luffy smiles wide while you and Usopp panic a little looking at the Giant Football fish you just caught, the end of your fishing line caught in its mouth. "That won't fit in the tank" You lean back into Luffy who just laughs at your comment and nods "Then i guess we'll just have to eat it. SANJI Y/N CAUGHT DINNER" Luffy yells out as the giant fish looks at the man its eyes wide seeming to understand what the captain just said. The two help you pull it closer as it tries to back away its large teeth snapping open and closed trying to cut through the fishing line but it can't seem to get a good angle on it. "What's all the yelling?" Sanji groans while stepping out of the kitchen with a cigarette in his mouth only stopping when he see's the giant fish, a smile forms on the cooks face as he walks over to you three. His eyes widen though when he see's your the one holding the fishing rod "Y/n-chan please be careful" The cook calls out running over to help but Luffy laughs and shakes his head "she's got this, right?" The captain smiles wide while holding you tight to his chest, than small smile you nod loving the confidence your captain is giving you "Yea i've got this... just a little closer" You struggle to reel it in but your not one to give up especially when Luffy has those hungry eyes.

The fish continues to struggle but is no match for the three of you, as it gets closer Luffy pulls back his arm and then launches it forwards punching it in the face making it pass out and float on top of the water. With a relaxed sigh you un-tense your body and reel it in letting Sanji and Luffy drag it onto the ship so it can be cut up and made into food. "That was awesome" Luffy smiles wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up in celebration "Yea nice one" Usopp yells joining Luffy in lifting you high, you couldn't help but laugh as a giant smile forms on your face. "Well you two helped" You comment looking down at your captain who's still holding you high. "Y/N darling you did amazing" Sanji smiles up at you with hearts in his eyes as he spins to you only for the back of a hand to hit is face causing him to fall onto the floor "How many times have i told you to knock it off" Zoro glares down at the cook who glares up at him while rubbing his butt that he fell on "The hell moss head, you wanna go?" Sanji gets up clenching his fist only for the swordsman to ignore him and walk over to the three of you "Zoro, you saw right?" Luffy asks knowing the swordsman has been watching you all for a while, Zoro nods with a small smile his eye meeting yours sending you a proud and loving look. "Wait you were watching and didn't help?" Usopp yells pointing his hand at the green haired man who only chuckles at the sniper stepping past the long nosed man to you and Luffy. "Some boyfriend you are moss head? Leaving her to deal with that thing?" Sanji yells at the swordsman who just roll his eyes at the cook.

Luffy finally puts you down but keeps his hand on your waist as Zoro ruffling your hair "You didn't need my help, I knew you could do it" You smile up at the man, you did need help but it meant a lot that he had faith in you and your skills but you couldn't take all the credit. "I guess all your training paid off, thanks to you i'm a lot stronger now" The swordsman has been helping you train harder, he doesn't hold back because you were a girl or because you were dating him so some times it got too much but you were still thankful. Luffy kisses your cheek and hugs you tight lifting you up a bit "We're gonna have a huge feast tonight, well done Muffin" You can't help but blush at the nickname as Zoro pats your head. Sanji sighs looking at the three of you before looking at the fish as Usopp walks over to him "So, what's for dinner?" The sniper asks with a big smile making the cook let out a small chuckle as he finishes off his cigarette and garbs the large fish "Just wait and see". It took a few hours but when the food was ready everyone was dying to dig in, luckily there was more than enough for everyone even with Luffy's apatite. As the sun set everyone gathered on the deck to relax and listen to Brook play some music, you sat next to Zoro who was cleaning his swords while you where cleaning your guns since you would be docking at a new island tomorrow morning. The two of you sat in silence but it was a comfortable one, something you both enjoy, from time to time you would lean over to place your head on his shoulder watching him work as he places a kiss on your head before going back to your guns.

Luffy finished chatting with Usopp before walking over to the two of you and sitting behind you both placing his chin on your shoulders what where currently touching. The captain watched the two of you work before sighing not getting any attention form you two "What's wrong my king?" You ask turning your head to look at Luffy who smiles at you and lifts his head off your shoulder "I wanna cuddle" you couldn't refuse the captain so you scotched over, so he could get in between you and Zoro, the swordsman chuckles a little and puts his swords away wrapping his arm around Luffy's waist "Anything for our captain" the green haired man leans over placing a kiss on Luffy's temple. Putting your guns back together you place then back in their holster before leaning into Luffy who puts an arm around you and Zoro holding you both close to him. The three of you sit together watching the sun set to the beautiful sound of Brook's music enjoying each other's company, looking up at the two you can't help but give them a loving smile placing a kiss on your captains cheek who leans into it. Luffy squeezes your thigh getting you to look at him, so he can lean in and place his lips on yours for a short kiss, you smile into it going back in for more while reaching up and placing your hand on his cheek. Zoro smiles at the two of you taking Luffy's chin once you fully pull away form the kiss to turn the captain to face him leaning in and crashing his lips onto Luffy's who giggles a little into the kiss.

Laying your head in Luffy's shoulder you look back out at the sea only to spot something in the distance. It looked like a ship but it was painted black and the sails where dark red, it looked like a pirate ship but didn't have a jolly Rodger, it was also heading right for the Sunny seeming to be at full sleep "Guys" You state standing only for something to hit the ship causing it to rock and made everyone fall over or grab onto something. "We're under attack, there's two ships behind us and one on each side" Robin yells spotting the ships that all look the same heading your way. Another cannon ball almost hits the ship but Sanji kicks it away and back at one of the other ships causing it to slow down. Standing everyone gets ready to fight and deflect cannon fire as Nami steers the ship while Franky and Usopp get the cannons ready. Luffy heads to the back with Sanji and Brook to try and stop the ships behind them while you, Robin, Chopper and Zoro deflect cannon fire, the two ships on either side launching cannonball after cannonball. They where either sliced in half or sent flying back but the ships still kept coming. You gasp and yell out to Robin running and tackling her to the ground as a cannon ball almost hits her, "You ok?" You ask as the strange Blue cannonball hits the grass floor, Robin nods as you help her up only the two of you to feel very dizzy.

Blue smoke pools out of the whole that cannonball made starting to cover the deck, with your vision fading you try and get Robin and yourself away form the gas only for the two of you to fall to the floor as you cough "Y/N, Robin" Chopper tries to yell seeing you both collapses but as the gas covers the grassy deck he starts to feel dizzy too making the doctor fall to the floor. Zoro turns seeing the three of you on the ground and runs over to help while trying to hold his breath as to not be affected by the gas but stops upon hearing Nami "Get off of me" The navigator yells hitting a man with her staff that somehow got into the ship, others start to surround the orange haired woman as one of the ships on the side slams into the Sunny causing it to rock and get shoves to the side. Bandits with gas masks on rush onto the ship but are quickly cut down by Zoro. Luffy suddenly goes flying and lands on the grass deck hitting his back against the stairs "Captain" Zoro yells out cutting down another man as the ships behind them also ram into the Sunny more Bandits getting off throwing gas balls at the swordsman. Luffy coughs and stands up readjust his hat, they somehow have sea prism weapons and somehow managed to get onto the ship without them knowing. Sanji and Brook were knocked out in the fight either by a blue smoke ball or being hit by sea prism weapons but that didn't stop the Captain form continuing to fight and save his crew.

The gas on the deck made Luffy cough a little as he looks around the deck seeing his crew passed out and bandits trying to attack Zoro, the captain growls and lifts his head up to use his haki only for a gas ball to explode next to his face. Zoro swings his sword cutting a gas ball in half before going to help Luffy, the swordsman is finding it harder and harder to hold his breath, the gas starting to affect his movement's but cuts a bandit away that tries to hit Luffy who falls to his knees coughing while trying to stay awake. It isn't long before Zoro collapses to his knees panting and feeling light-headed "Zo-ro" Luffy calls out before passing out soon follows by Zoro. With the Sunny now silent you lay on the floor next to Robin who seems to also be fighting to stay awake even though both your body's feel paralyzed. Foot steps approach but all you can do is move your eyes to look up at one of the men in gas masks "Still awake?" The man laughs lifting up his bat to hit you only for another man to run over and grab the bat "Dude... what did the captain say? Don't damage the goods" The man sighs letting go of the bat and watching his mate groan "But she's still awake" The man with the bat groans looking back down at you before walking away. The man who saved you form a bat to the face bends downs down with a small blue ball in his hand "It's ok now, just sleep. Your new owners will take good care of you" You could tell by his tone of voice he was being sarcastic, squeezing the ball in his hand it pops, the blue gas fills your senses making you lightly cough before blackness takes over your vision.

Cold, thats all you can feel as you start to wake up, your eyes are heavy unable to open as you try to sit up only for the feeling of cold metal against your wrist to weigh your arms down. You force yourself up to sit against what feels like a wooden wall, the sound of water crashing getting much louder now your against it "Shit she's awake" A male voice catches your ears one you don't recognize, opening your eyes a man opens the metal cell door and walks over "Just give her another dose" Another voice calls out walking down the wooden stairs. You can tell your on a ship, probably one of the ones that attacked you and your crew but your alone, none of the others in sight and you can't feel their aura. "Can't hand her over looking like shit, do you know who the hell were dealing with?" The man in front of you bends down growling at the man behind him who leans against the open cell door. The man in front of you grabs the thick cuffs around your wrists and checked them over "W-who?" You manage to get out making the man smile and move some hair out of your face, you try to move away but the sudden action makes you dizzy the man laughing a little and laying down you on the cold wooden floor "Don't worry about that, you'll be home soon" The man stands walking out of the cell the other man locking it and following the other up the stairs into the sun light.

If its bright outside then it must be morning so you've been out for a while, getting a good look around you notice a bunch of cells around you but most are full of crates. Their not bounty hunters, and they don't seem like regular crooks, maybe their slave traders but why target you? so many questions ran through your head but you needed to get out. Forcing yourself to sit up again you groan, your body feels heavy and your head hurts a little, looking down at yourself all your stuff is gone and your only wearing a dirty gray dress with no shoes. Looking down at your thick black cuffs you sigh knowing your not going anywhere feeling like this so your best bet is to take in everything around you, sight, smell, sound and touch, that why when you do make it out you have enough information to hopefully get back to the sunny. Closing your eyes you listen to the waves and feel how the ship moves, you take note of any slight shift of the ship while also managing to catch a conversation form above now and again. There wasn't much to go off but one thing did catch your attention, a commanding voice seemed to make the others feel uneasy, maybe it was their captain so you focused on him a little sooner managing to catch where you were going, the red line. It means you were heading back to fish man island and that wasn't too far away.

Listening closer you gasp in shock at what you hear "Red Port, we'll get the lift up and hand her over so make sure she looks presentable... If there's any marks the celestial's will dock our pay" The Captain sighs his foot steps fading away as does your attention. Tears well up in your eyes, this can't be happening, you gonna be sold off to the celestial dragons. You heard horror stories of what they've done and you've met a few, Luffy even punched one but why you of all people. If these slavers went out of their way to take you and bring you right to the celestial's front door than they must have asked for you specifically but again why you? As much as your glad Nami and Robin didn't get taken you know their way more beautiful than you and your bounty is in between the two so why you? That question keeps running through your head even when you try to stop it, fear taking over your body wondering if their going to torture you or out right kill you but again why you? "Please" You whisper to yourself trying to stop your spiraling thoughts as tears stream down your cheeks.

[honeyedmiller]

A Blissful Feeling | Javier Peña

pairing: husband!javier peña x wife!reader

rating: 18+, minors dni.

warnings: fluff, established relationship (marriage), smut (grinding, fingering, rimming [don’t look at me lol], f oral receiving, one (1) smack on the ass [if i remember correctly], unprotected piv, consensual choking, spitting, praise), small uses of spanish with translations at the end, uses of pet names in a loving manner, teasing, no use of y/n. please let me know if i missed anything.

word count: 4.1k

synopsis: You find out Javi is having a bad day at work, so you pay him a visit at the office.

divider by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

It was mornings like this that Javier wished he could stay in bed with you. Tangled in the sheets, bare skin against bare skin, soft lips brushing pulse points, and satiated grins adorning your lips as you stared at each other with pure love and awe. 

But, reality was an unwanted, cruel thing that wrapped herself around perfect mornings like ones like this. Ones where Javier is almost late to work because he can’t get enough of his beautiful wife, leaving him to rush out of the door with his thermos of coffee and a chaste kiss to the lips as a see you later, mi amor to you. 

That left you standing in the middle of the kitchen, bare feet on the cold tile floor as you leaned over the counter to make a list of all the errands you had to run today. Your silk robe was tied securely to your body, recalling that the material almost made its way off of you, courtesy of your husband’s needy hands. 

As much as you almost gave in to temptation, you didn’t need him to be chewed out by his coworkers for being late. They all loved and respected him at the Laredo sheriff's office, but to save him the humiliation, you mustered up more willpower than you wanted to and ultimately swatted his hands away. 

You knew he had a long work day ahead of him, though, and you missed him already. You loved your husband so dearly and being away from him for most of the day tugged at your heart. Some might call it clingy. You just call it being in love. 

You decided to get to work on your list anyhow, hoping that these errands and few chores would give you the perfect distraction from missing your sweet Javier too much. 

First up: tidy up the house. You put some music on and got to work, having the house cleaned in about an hour. You upkept with cleaning pretty well, so your intermittent cleaning wasn’t as tedious. Once you were done you showered and got ready for the day, sporting a cute christmas patterned sweater with some leggings Javier always said looked good on you. You smile faintly at your husband’s words, relishing in the recollection of them. 

The rest of the to-do list was pretty easy, considering it was mundane tasks like washing your car, putting gas in it, and grocery shopping. You also had a nail appointment lined up today, which you were excited for. You were feeling festive, so you wanted to go with something more Christmas themed. 

You decided to save grocery shopping for last, knowing it would take at least an hour and a half. The list you and Javier made last night was long, knowing you needed to restock on essentials and your favorite foods. 

You got washing your car and filling up the tank out of the way in twenty minutes, leaving you to head to the nail salon. While you were sitting in the chair mindlessly watching your nail tech paint your nails, your phone pinged with a text from Javi. 

Hi mi amor. How’s your day going so far? I miss you. 

You couldn’t help but smile foolishly at his text, making your heart flutter as you read the words over again. Six years together and two years married, and yet, he still made you feel so special—like the only girl in the room that mattered. 

Hi baby. I miss you too. It’s good, just got some stuff done off of my to-do list. How’s work? 

You respond as fast as you could with the hand thats nails weren’t being painted. 

He responded almost immediately to you.

That’s great, cariño. Work has been shitty today. Tipped my fresh coffee over by accident in the break room, and I couldn’t make myself a new cup since we ran out of coffee grounds. Nobody around here seems to know how to do their job today. Wish I was back in bed with you. 

Your smile falters at his text. You hated seeing him so stressed, wishing you could take it all away in an instant. 

Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that, amor. I’ll make you whatever you want for dinner tonight and give you a nice back massage. How’s that sound? ;) 

You’re hopeful your offer lightens his mood a little bit, but another idea skimmed your mind. You looked at your watch-clad wrist, seeing it was only eleven thirty. You decided you’d try and brighten his day sooner by surprising him with lunch at his job. 

Part of you wanted to go anyway just to see him and kiss him, telling him the stress of the day will go away when he comes back to a nice clean house and a home cooked meal waiting for him after he gets off of work. 

Sounds great, baby. Can’t wait. 

You heart the message and finish up with your nails, paying your tech and tipping her for doing an incredible job. You contemplate where to get lunch, and you ultimately decide on this Mediterranean spot you both love. It’s down the block from the sheriff’s office, so it was perfect. 

Within twenty minutes, you were heading down the road to see your husband. You pulled up to the sheriff’s office, greeting the familiar receptionist with a smile. 

“Doreen! How are you today?” You smile, and her grin reflects yours. The sweet older lady always enjoyed chatting with you, loving when you paid the office a visit. 

“Mrs. Peña! What a nice surprise. I’m good dear, how are you?” She asks, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. 

“I’m great, thank you. Glad you’re doing well. Is Javi busy at the moment?” You ask, hopeful that he isn’t so you can actually spend time with him and enjoy your lunch together. 

“Nope. Go right ahead, doll. Should I call him and tell him you’re coming?” 

“No, no,” You stop her with a sweet smile. “I wanted to surprise him with lunch today.” 

“Well aren’t you two just the cutest. Enjoy your lunch.” She winks at you, and you can’t help but laugh. You just absolutely adored her kind soul. 

“Thank you Doreen. See you in a bit.” You wave, heading off to Javier’s office. You turned a couple of corners before stopping at his door, knocking on it twice with a smile stretched on your lips. 

“Come in.” You heard him say, and you opened the door. 

He doesn’t look up from his paperwork until he hears the bag of food rustling, and his head shoots up. His big brown eyes gleam with joy as he takes in the sight of you. 

“Mi amor,” He whispers, getting out of his chair to make his way to you. “What are you—”

“Surprise.” You say and hold the bag of food up, and he chuckles as he wraps an arm firmly around your frame to pull you into him. You softly yelp in surprise, your free hand landing on his chest. 

“You’re the best, cariño. This is exactly what I needed.” He grins as he leans to kiss you tenderly, hand making its way under your sweater to splay out against the skin of your back. The coolness of his wedding band shot a shiver down your spine, and you moved your hand from his chest up to the back of his neck, pulling him in closer. 

He groans softly and pulls away before he gets lost in the art of kissing his beautiful wife. 

“What’d you get for lunch?” He mumbles against your lips. 

“Mediterranean.” 

“Mm, thank you baby.” He kisses your cheek before fully pulling away. 

“Thought I could join you today, if that’s okay.” You grin at him. 

“Of course mi amor, I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He kisses you chastely once more before closing his office door behind you all the way. He makes his way back to his desk chair and grabs your hips, silently asking you to sit down on one of his legs. You laugh at the gesture before taking the food containers out of the bag, the aroma of chicken kabobs and basmati rice instantly filling the office. 

Javier keeps one hand wrapped around your waist as you both eat, savoring the delicious food. Halfway through the meal, you feel his lips brush your neck with a ghost of a kiss that has you clenching your thighs together. 

Javier always had a way of arousing you, even with the simplest of actions. Sometimes it wasn’t fair how easily he could turn you on. He didn’t care though. He fucking loved it, and loved teasing you until you were squirming and whimpering for him. 

“Javi.” You whisper, leaning your head back on his shoulder. It could’ve also been the way that you two didn’t get to finish what you started this morning, so the anticipation has been building and brewing deep in your belly all day. 

“My wife is just the sweetest,” He whispers against your neck, “Just wanna thank her for a wonderful surprise is all.” He teases, hands caressing your curves underneath your sweater. 

Goosebumps rise on your skin from his touch, and you put a hand on his thigh to steady yourself. He stops his movements momentarily and brings one hand out from under your sweater, lifting your hand up to his line of sight. 

“Got your nails done, baby? They look real good,” He compliments, kissing your hand. He admires your red nails with a holly design on your ring finger. 

“Thank you, baby.” 

“Did you use my card to pay for them?” He asks, and you shake your head no. He groans, shaking his head. “Baby, you know I love to pay for your nails. Why won’t you just use my card?” 

“I feel bad, honey, you don’t need to pay for everything I need maintenance on all the time.” 

“Uh uh. Don’t ever feel bad. I’m here to spoil my wife as I please, and if I wanna pay for her nails, I’ll do so,” He chastised, but it wasn’t condescending. He chuckles after, and you turn to give him a confused look. “Besides, I love seeing what color and design you always pick out. Can’t wait to see how it’ll look wrapped around my cock you love so much.” 

He’s snickering like a school boy, and your jaw drops in pure shock. 

“Javier Peña!” You swat his arm, “You’re so bad.” He laughs at your scolding, putting both hands on your thighs. 

“You know you love it, baby.” He teases, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs, taking notice that you’re wearing his favorite leggings on you. 

“Do me a favor, mi amor,” He says, and you turn to look at him. “Lock my office door for me.” He nods his head towards the door, and you look at him in confusion. 

“Javi, what—?” You begin, but he shakes his head and gives you room to get up. You rise slowly, making your way over to the mahogany door to twist the lock shut. You turn to look at Javier again, and the lustful look on his face startles you. 

His sweet brown eyes are now nearly black, full of so much desire and neediness and—fuck—you were so turned on by it. There’s just something about the way he looks at you that silently screams possession, like he’s proud that you’re his, that turns you on so much. 

You needed to ground yourself back to reality though, because doing anything here would be too risky. 

“Javi, baby, we’re at your job. We can’t—we can’t do this here.” 

You begin to walk closer to him and he turns his chair to the side so he’s no longer facing his desk. He makes a ‘come here’ gesture with his index finger, and you want to fucking salivate with how delicious your husband looks right now. He’s got that carnal stare locked on you and your figure, legs spread wide with the fabric of his slacks straining against his thick thighs, and a devilish smirk on his face as he tugs you by the waistband of your leggings to stand before him, tucked between his legs. 

“But that’s where you’re wrong, baby. Wanna finish what we started this morning,” He tugs you down gently so you’re straddling his lap. You feel his bulge through his slacks, and it takes everything in you not to moan. “Just gotta keep that pretty little mouth of yours quiet.” 

His large hands cradle your ass, giving it a squeeze as he kisses you. Your first instinct was to card your fingers through his dark locks, but you had to remind yourself that you were in his office—you didn’t want to leave any evidence of your insatiable endeavors behind. You opted for the lapel of his suit instead, tugging him closer to you. You moan breathlessly into his mouth, instinctively grinding your hips down onto him. 

A deep groan rumbles from his sturdy chest, like the neediness and desire to have you right now was life or death. 

He pulled back from you for a second to trail kisses down the warm skin of your neck, tongue poking out to trace over your pulse point. 

You gasped and grinded yourself into him harder, your arousal slowly seeping through your panties and leggings. Your core was aching to be touched at this point, only merely teased this morning by your husband’s skillful fingers. 

You wanted more, more, more, but responsibilities outweighed desires. 

One of his hands traveled down to rub at your core over the fabric of your clothes, cock straining tighter against his slacks to find you’ve already soaked through your panties and leggings.

“Does my beautiful wife want me this badly?” He murmurs, and you nod frantically. 

“Please, Javi. Need you so bad.” Your voice sounded desperate and whiny, but you truly couldn’t care at this moment. All you wanted was for your husband to take everything he needed and wanted from you. 

“Stand up, sweet girl.” 

You obey instantly. He was so easy to submit to. Everything with him was just so easy. He was safe, he was gentle, he was home. 

He turned your body so you faced his desk, and he bent you downward so your body was at a ninety degree angle. 

He easily peeled your panties and leggings off of your ass, shimmying them down to your mid-thigh. He kicked your feet further apart, relishing in the sight of your ass on full display for him. He rubbed the supple flesh lovingly, giving it a smack before he sank to his knees behind you. 

You turned your head back to look at him, eyebrows threading together at the sight of him kneeling behind you. 

“Baby, what are you do—oh, fuck.” You cry, hand clamping over your mouth. Javier had taken it upon himself to eat you out from behind, delving his expert tongue through your slick folds. 

He hummed against you, licking up everything you gave him as your arousal dripped down your thighs, and now, his face.

It was rare when he ate you out from behind, but when he did, it was a fucking treat. Before him, nobody else had ever done so, so the first time he did it with you, it had you coming in less than five minutes tops. 

He usually liked to eat you out from below, just so he could see your pretty face contort into pure pleasure as his tongue fucked you rhythmically. 

Your hand did a half-assed job at muffling your moans as Javi’s tongue circled your clit, all the way up to your entrance, and past that to your other hole. You choked on a gasp as he greedily licked you, reaching your other hand back to grab one that dug into the meat of your thigh. He intertwined his fingers with yours, giving your hand a squeeze as he removed his mouth from you. 

He chuckled darkly as he spit onto your hole, saliva trailing down to your entrance. He got back to work immediately, licking your entrance before moving back down to your clit. He unlinked his hand from yours, prodding two fingers at your entrance. He pushed in slowly and with ease, slick instantly coating his thick fingers. 

You whimper at the sensation, that low burn of desire that’s been pooling in your belly all day completely awakened, licking a flame up your spine and waiting for a chance to engulf you wholly. 

“Could eat this pretty pussy all day, baby.” Javier mumbled below you, and you couldn’t help but clench around his fingers. 

The lewd sounds of your wetness reverberated off of his office walls, hoping to god none of his coworkers could hear any of this. 

You felt the internal flame in your body get hotter and hotter, traveling down your legs as they shook with pleasure. 

“That’s it, mamas, there you go. Doing so well. Let it go, baby.” Javier’s words launched you over the edge, gushing around his fingers and all over his mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut as you bit your lip hard to try and keep quiet. The obscene sounds of him slurping every last bit of you up nearly made your knees buckle. 

Your body went limp against his desk, breath uneven and shaky. 

“Fuck, Javi.” You breathe, eyes closing in pure bliss. 

“Worth the wait?” He asks. 

You nod mindlessly, mind too fuzzy to conjure up a proper response. 

“Good. Not done with you yet, though, cariño. Turn around for me.” 

You muster up all the strength you have in your body to turn around and face him, and your eyes immediately move down to the straining bulge in his slacks. You lean against his desk, pulling him to you by his belt buckle. You deftly unbuckle his belt and pop open the button of his slacks, sliding down the zipper in one go. 

You move to drop to your knees, but Javier catches your elbow before you fully sink down. You look up at him with glossy eyes and a confused stare, and he moves to cradle your jaw in his large hand. 

“Mm mm. Let’s save that for tonight, mi amor. Wanna be inside you now.” 

Before you can even register his words, he’s lifting you up onto his desk and pulling his slacks and boxers down. His painfully erect cock springs free, and you reach forward to give it a few tugs and swipe your thumb over his slit to collect the pre come that gathered at his tip. You pop your thumb in your mouth, sucking on it while staring into your husband’s beautiful brown eyes. You let out a satisfied hum, licking your lips after you remove your thumb from your mouth with a ‘pop’.

Javier hisses through clenched teeth, expression painted with neediness and agony. You tug on his cock a couple of times, biting down on your lip as you look up at your handsome husband. You bat your lashes up at him and you feel his cock twitch in your hand. 

“Need you, baby.” His voice is gravelly, nearly pained.

“I’m yours.” 

And he’s on you. He leans down to kiss you fervently, sliding the tip of his cock through your folds before pushing into you. You both swallow each other’s moans; the fullness he provided you each time was something you’ll always be mesmerized by. 

He starts off slow, testing the waters of his thrusts to see if his desk would creak too loud or if it would scrape too much against the thin rug beneath it. Once he found he was in the clear, he picked up his pace immediately. 

He relentlessly thrusted in and out of you, the tip of his heavy cock kissing your cervix. You cried out his name and he shushed you with praises that only made you more aroused.  

Sh sh sh, I know baby, I know. Taking my cock so well, hm? Such a good fucking girl for me. My pretty wife. All mine, he babbled. 

He looked down at you as he relentlessly fucked you, the sound of skin slapping on skin much louder than your moans. Javier couldn’t give a shit anymore, though.

His tunnel vision was locked in, only wanting to make you feel good. One of his hands gathered your wrists and held them above your head, flashing you a wicked smile as his other hand traveled up to your throat. Before he could squeeze, he waited for your consent. 

“Please.” You squeak out, and he wraps his fingers around your throat to squeeze the sides. 

“Open your mouth.” He says, and you oblige, sticking your tongue out for good measure. He spits directly into your mouth, and you swallow without hesitation. You grin up at him as he squeezes your throat a little tighter, a euphoric type of bliss overcoming your whole being. 

He’s fucking into you so hard now that various items on his desk start to rattle. Pencils are being knocked over and the framed photo of you and him on your wedding day plops down onto a pile of papers. His hand moves from your wrists to your breasts, squeezing them generously over the soft fabric of your sweater. 

He couldn’t wait to give the entirety of your body all of the attention it deserves when he got home from work tonight. The thought of you squirming beneath him as you tugged on his hair, moaning as loud as you wanted without a care in the world, had him fucking panting. 

You were canting your hips up to meet his thrusts as best as you could, the sensation of his wiry hair at the base of his cock causing a delectable friction onto your already sore and puffy clit. He moved his hands from your throat and breasts to skate them down your figure, finding home on your hips. 

“I’m close, Javi.” You were breathless, the rumbling fire in your core slowly overtaking your body once more. You needed only a single match to light your fire, and Javier was it. He was your match. He slid you against the matchbox and lit your whole body aflame, engulfing you in everything Javi. He was all-consuming. 

You let the feeling of that familiar euphoric bliss overcome your body once more as you convulsed, legs shaking as they locked around Javier’s waist. Feeling you clench around him with such force had his hips stuttering, knowing he wasn’t far behind from release himself. 

His lips enveloped yours once more, hands flying up to cradle your face as he spilled every last drop of his come into you. Your moans met in a harmony that not even the most skilled choir could compete with. 

His hips stilled completely, waiting a few seconds to relish in your warmth before sliding out of you slowly. You whimpered at the loss of fullness, wishing you could curl up next to him and enjoy his warmth for hours. Reality trickled back in as he bent down to pick up his boxers and slacks, readjusting himself to make it look like he didn’t just fuck his wife relentlessly on his desk.

He leaned down to kiss your forehead before helping you stand, kissing your thighs before sliding your panties and leggings up your legs again. The fucked out look on your face was one of his favorites, and it’s one he knows he’ll never get tired of seeing. 

“I love you, baby. Thank you for two meals in one.” He winked, and you felt your body get hot. 

You quirk an eyebrow at him, taking a step forward to close the gap between you both. He mindlessly wrapped a hand around your waist, and you rested a hand on his chest—right above the strong, rhythmic beat of his heart.

“You’re very welcome, Mr. Peña. Hope this made your day a little better,” You give him a chaste kiss, hand sliding down his chest to his abdomen before separating your lips from his as your gaze meets his once more. “And I can’t wait for mine tonight.” Your fingers tease the waistband of his slacks, and he grabs your hand to move it lower, resting over his already half-hard cock. 

He closes his eyes in pure bliss as you rub him through the fabric slowly, and you kiss his neck before huffing a small laugh. 

“Mine.” You say, stepping away from him, heading for his office door. You wink at him and blow him one last kiss before unlocking and opening the door, leaving him dumbfounded, turned on, and pondering what you had in store for him at home that night. 

But, for now, he had reality and her greedy ways to tend to before he could submerge himself once more in this blissful thing he called home—

You. 

translations:

-> amor: love

-> mi amor: my love

-> cariño: honey

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tag list: @party-hearses ; @ilovepedro ; @nostalxgic ; @tinygarbage ; @bastardmandennis ; @amanitacowboy

[huffelpuff210]

Taken care of Part 3 Soft Dark Steve Rogers x Soft Dark Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Forced relationship, Controlling behavior, Forced Marriage, Non Con, mentions of loss of a child, mentions of depression, Dark Themes, age gap,

You lay in the bed, sandwiched between both men as they slept, Both had an arm draped over you, 

After they were finished Cumming inside of you multiple times, bending you in all sorts of positions, You cried, You cried so hard, Not sure what was happening, why this was happening, they were your friends, why were they doing this to you? 

You look over your shoulder to See Bucky fast asleep, and in front of you Steve is also asleep, 

You slowly peel Steve’s arm off of you, he doesn’t move, You Peel Bucky’s off of you he is fast asleep, 

You crawl out of bed slowly and quietly trying not to make any sudden movements, 

You are naked so you grab a pair of running shorts, and a tank top, not bothering grabbing any underwear, You knew right now was your best chance, 

You had no family, but you had a few friends you could hide out with until you could skip town, 

You had no idea how your life had made this sudden turn, how could any of this had happened? 

You quietly grab your car keys from the table near the door, looking back they are both fast asleep, You slip on your flat’s making your way to the front door, opening it quietly, and shutting it, the crickets chirping, as you close the door. This is the first time you have been outside in three months, 

You take a deep breath, sprinting for your car fumbling with your keys to unlock the door, when suddenly you are pushed against the car by the back of your neck, 

“Where the hell do you think your going?” You hear Bucky’s gruff voice against your ear, 

“Away from the two of you!” You yell as your lip starts quivering, 

“Oh doll there is no escaping us.” he says 

“You are ours now,” He says 

You feel the tears falling down your cheeks, 

“Why are you doing this?” You ask, 

“I thought you were my friends.” You says 

“Oh kitten we are.” Bucky says against your cheek, 

“But you need us to take care of you.” You hear Steve, 

“I mean look at you, In shorts and a tank top in thirty degree weather.” Steve says 

“P-Please let me go, I won’t tell anyone.” You say 

“Of course not, you are our girl, and soon to be wife.” Bucky says 

“There is no way I will be your wife! Besides no one will conduct a three party wedding!” You yell

Both Steve and Bucky chuckle, 

“You won’t have to worry about that doll, We are Captain America and Winter Solider, all we have to do is say the word.” Steve says 

You let out a breath, they were right who were you to fight against them, 

“So why don’t we all go inside and talk.” Steve says 

You nod slowly knowing you had  no chance against the two soliders. 

You sat on the couch as The two super soliders stared down at you, You felt as if you were in the principles office, 

You jumped when you felt Bucky’s metal hand on your thigh, 

“First off I guess we should start by saying we’re sorry,” Steve says as he stares down at you , You look at him a little baffled, 

“We should have done this sooner before you hooked up with that loser.” Steve says 

“We should have told you how we felt about you sooner.” Bucky says as he rubs your thigh with his hand which causes goosebumps 

“Why are you doing this?” You asked looking down at the floor, 

“Because we love you kitten, and we want to take care of you.” Bucky says 

“We know that this place is small and passing that room is painful so we decided to get started on moving you in at our place.” Steve begins, 

You finally look up, 

“But-” You began to argue, But Steve presses one of his fingers to your lips, 

“That wasn’t a request.” He says smiling down at you, 

“Once you get settled we will begin on the plans.” Bucky says kissing the side of your neck, 

“P-Plans?” You asked 

“Getting married, Can’t have our girl living with us and not be married.” Steve says kneeling in between your legs,

You shake your head no, 

“N-No, I can’t.” You say,

“You can and will, Don’t you understand doll we love you and we would hate to use force to make you comply.” Steve says glaring at you, 

“Sure you have no family but plenty of friends, I would hate for them to have some sort of accident.” Steve says 

Your eyes widen, How could you forget, Steve and Bucky knew everything about you, who your friends were, where you liked to go, You told them everything, before any of this ever happened, And they hung on to every word, and you didn’t realize how deep their obsession really was up until this point that is, 

“Now, will you be a good girl and do as we say kitten?” Bucky asked

Your lip quivered realizing you were backed into a corner, and you had no way out and no one to save you, 

You simply swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, agreeing to their insane idea, 

“That’s our good girl,” Steve says 

He pulls out a ring from his pocket, It was a beautiful rose gold ring, the diamond was in the shape of a tear drop, and on each side of the ring had their initials,

Steve grabbed your wrist, slipping on the ring, on your left ring finger, 

“Fits perfectly.” Bucky hums 

You really couldn’t believe this was happening, they were your friends what had happened, 

“Why don’t I make us something to eat.” Steve says standing up making his way to the kitchen while you sat on the couch completely stunned

[astralaffairs]

Don't mean to pressure you or anything but I really miss fotp and that last chap had me wanting to tear my heart open (TT)

If you're up for it, can I request for a short fluff abt mc and president t's marriage life? Or if you're still feeling villain-y, an angst will do! 😚

Hope you're having a fine dayyy, love all your works btw! 🫶🏻

astralaffairs villain era canceled. let me also refer u to late nights & speech writes for some president thom husband material

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“And where the hell have you been?” Strong hands grabbed Y/N by the waist the minute she locked the door behind her, and she squealed, stumbling over the hem of her long dress as she was pulled into a strong body. Rough wool scratched her bare shoulders. “‘S late. A woman like you shouldn’t be out all on your own like this. Who knows what coulda happened.”

Her laugh was breathless as Thomas kissed her neck, his stubble harsh against her skin, and her hands came to cover his as his arms wrapped around her waist. “Oh, please. I don’t think I’ve left the White House in the last 72 hours; I’m not exactly looking for trouble.”

“So why’ve you been out all night, hm?” He nipped at her earlobe, but she rolled her eyes. “Who’ve you been with all this time, sugar?”

“That Russian ambassador who did not want to hear that I have an early morning tomorrow,” she said dryly. “This is the worst part about state dinners. All the old men in the room still talk to me like I’m their young prospect rather than a peer in government who’s here as my job.”

“They’re all goddamn relics; don’t let ‘em get to you,” Thomas said. “They’re dinosaurs, and they’re gonna be dead in a few months, anyway.”

“At this rate, they’ll also be running entire countries when they’re on life support,” Y/N grumbled, and his laugh was sardonic.

“‘N they’re still gonna be tryin’ to hit on you when they’re hauling oxygen tanks around here behind ‘em.” He turned her around in his arms, and her drained expression made him frown. Her eyes looked empty. “‘M sorry you don’t get the respect you deserve at these events, though, sweetheart. Wish there was something more I could do."

"I don't expect you to be able to end all sexism in government, believe me," she said, reaching up to loosen his tie. "Doesn't help that they all see you as the ultimate guy's guy, though. Thomas Jefferson, the good all-American trust-fund baby who loves steak and baseball."

"Maybe I'll eat some tofu 'n take up figure skating," he suggested mildly as she slid her hands under the collar of his blazer, pushing it down his shoulders. He withdrew his arms from her waist for just long enough to shake the jacket off, discarding it on the chair by his desk in the corner. "I've always thought there was a whole lotta power in embracing the traditionally feminine."

"Sure you have," she scoffed. He grinned, taking a step back toward their bed with her in his arms as she started undoing the knot in his tie. "You regularly smoke cigars with foreign heads of state to celebrate national alliances. You're the epitome of the boys club."

"Hey, I smoke the cigars with women holdin' office too," he defended. She slid his tie out from the collar of his shirt.

"You're truly a feminist icon." The words were ironic as she pulled his button down out from where he'd tucked it into the waist of his pants, walking him back toward their bed all the while, and he raised an eyebrow.

"You're talkin' a whole lotta mess for somebody who's trying to undress me."

"You're not putting up much of a fight." She raised an expectant eyebrow, looking him in the eye as she undid his belt buckle, and when he pulled her close, she slid her hands up his chest. She fiddled with the top button on his dress shirt as he guided both of them through the final few steps between him and the foot of their bed.

"'N you're awful lucky I'm not." As he sat on the edge of the mattress, she stood between his parted thighs as he pulled her dress up her legs. "You just came home from a long night of work, 'n all you wanna do is objectify me? 'M a whole lot more than just a hot body, Ms. L/N."

Despite his words, when the hem of her dress was high enough for him to slide his hands under it, he pulled her onto the bed with him, straddling his lap as his hands ran up her bare thighs. She cocked her head to one side.

"You mean 'Mrs. Jefferson'?" she asked, and he grinned.

"Yeah, but I like it a whole lot better when you say it." He pushed her dress up her body until her hands covered his to pull it over her head, and although she didn't seem particularly concerned with where it landed, she suddenly felt very exposed in just her lingerie on his lap. His eyes didn't stray from her face, however. He pulled her closer by her bare waist, and her arms hung loosely over his shoulders. The open ends of his belt poked at her inner thighs. "Reminds all those Russian diplomats you're off the market."

"I have a feeling Nebenzya isn't trying to steal me away," she said, but Thomas shrugged. "With the way he talks about you, he might be hoping we're looking for a third."

"Unfortunately for Vasily, he wouldn't be at the top of my list," Thomas said, and Y/N's eyebrows shot up.

"Oh, you have a list, now?" she asked. He gave a lazy grin.

"Sugar, I've always had a list," he informed her, and she frowned. He kissed her downturned lips. "If we're working from the number one spot, though, we might have some trouble."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I've got a feeling John Adams wouldn't be too amenable to the idea," he said frankly, and Y/N's surprised laugh was closer to a scoff. "'N I don't feel like we know John Jay well enough as a couple, so that's not gonna fly, but inviting Lafayette just feels like it'd make things weird between all of us."

"Is your whole list made up of men?”

“‘Course.” His answer was immediate, but her skeptical gaze didn’t waver. He ran his hands down her thighs. “You already know you’re the only woman I got eyes for.”

“You’re so corny,” she said softly, running her hands down his shoulders to his upper chest. She picked at the buttons on his dress shirt. "Better tone it down before I get the wrong idea and fall in love with you."

"Now, we certainly can't have that."

"Especially not now. I'm too busy to take a lover, I'm afraid," she said, working down the buttons on his shirt to reveal his bare chest. "I'm just married to my work these days."

"'N you mean that literally, don't you, Madam First Lady?" He undid his cufflinks when she finished with his buttons, and he slid them into his pocket. However, he didn't take the shirt off despite her pushing its fabric down his shoulders. Rather, he took her hands in his, lacing his fingers into hers. "You're just a regular Mrs. America."

"You're really gonna stop me from taking your shirt off after you got me down to my underwear?"

"If I let you finish undressing me, it's gonna be a while before we get to sleep," he said, and she shrugged innocently. "We've gotta be up again in five hours. We both oughta get some rest."

"Being the first couple isn't nearly as sexy as I hoped it'd be." She sat back on her heels, resting her hands on his legs, and he gave her a tired smile. "Take the rest of your clothes off and come to bed, at least. I feel like I've hardly seen you all week."

"Right now, I'm all yours," he assured her. "Lemme get up 'n get some pajamas, though. Put on something other than a full suit for once."

"Just sleep without them," she countered, and he raised an eyebrow. "I like the feeling of your skin against mine. Just makes me feel more connected to you, I guess."

"You're adorable." He kissed her on the forehead, his smile endeared, and she could feel the heat rising to the tips of her ears as he leaned back to take his shirt off. After he did, though, he pulled her in closer, picking her up by her thighs as he stood, and she yelped, grabbing onto his shoulders. When he deposited her on his side of the bed, he undid his dress pants, taking them off before joining her on the mattress.

He crawled atop her where she lay on her back watching him, and as he dipped down to kiss her, one hand slid under her back, and she arched up against him. However, as he kissed down her neck, he unhooked her bra and leaned back to slide it down her arms. When he discarded it onto the floor, she was watching him with wide eyes, but he only kissed her forehead before rolling off of her and pulling the covers over them both. He reached over to turn off the lamp at his bedside.

"For what it's worth," he murmured as he wrapped an arm around her waist, and she rolled onto her side, letting him pull her into his body, "we've got plenty of time to sleep in on Saturday morning."

"Oh, yeah?" She rested her arm atop his, lacing her fingers into his.

"Mhm." He kissed the back of her shoulder. "So Friday night, you better not come home too tired."

"I'm gonna need all my energy for when I find you and Adams in our bed, huh?" When his hold on her tightened, his cold feet brushed against her shins, and she shivered.

"Not this time, sweetheart," he promised. "Once I get you alone, you better bet I'm not sharing you."

[anti-romantico]

[consequences] the boyz hyunjae

warnings: enemies to lovers, fake marriage, and they were roommates, oral (m & f receiving), protected sex, couch sex, riding, cursing, PLOT

words: 7467

A/N: WHAT THE HECK

— Can you wear a shirt in my presence? — You asked, annoyed.

— I also live here, sweetheart. So if you can walk around with short shorts and a tank top with no bra, I can walk around shirtless. — Hyunjae answered, using that nickname you were more than used to.

— Not, you don't live here, dude, your cousin was kind enough to let you live with us while you find a new place. This is temporal. — You raised your voice.

— Can you two shut the fuck up? God, I can't even start my day without you two arguing. — Chanhee got out of his room.

— When is he leaving? — You asked, fully ignoring Hyunjae's offended look.

— When he finds a new place.

— And is he even looking for one? It's been almost a month. Or is he going to give us his part of the rent?

— Can you stop talking about me as if I'm not just right here? — Hyunjae finally exploded.

— I'm not going to join your argument before having a coffee. Or at all. — Chanhee walked to his room and locked the door behind him.

— Just for your information, I am looking for a place, I'll go to see one today. Thank you for your concern. — Hyunjae grabbed his bowl of cereal and walked to the living room, his temporary room.

— You better do the dishes before or I'm changing the door lock. — You said before locking yourself in your room.

When you came back from work, neither Hyunjae or Chanhee were home yet. You found a note stuck on your door.

"I'll check another place and eat outside, don't miss me ;)"

Fucker. As if you cared.

You finally had a peaceful meal, until Hyunjae called you when you were washing the bowl and cup you used.

"What?" You answered aggressively.

"Baby, hi! Guess what? I found our perfect place!" You could hear the echo his voice made in the room he was in.

"The fuck are talking about, dude? Did you hit your head on your way there?" You joked, walking to your room.

"That's right, the one you told me. How about you come and see it, I know you're gonna love it."

That's when you get it. "They won't rent it if you're not married, aren't they? What a shame."

"Don't worry, we'll wait for you."

"What? I'm not going, dude, look for another place."

"Perfect, see you here. Love you."

You stared at your phone for a few seconds until Hyunjae sent you the address of this apartment. "I'll do whatever you want for the rest of my life, please come"

You debated yourself if you should really go or not.

The sooner he gets a place, the fastest he leaves yours. Fair enough.

You changed clothes and grabbed Hyunjae's denim jacket before leaving.

You sent him a message once you got out of the taxi you called. Not even a minute later, he was walking out the building.

— He's looking at the window, so don't push me. — Hyunjae said before holding your head and kissing you slowly.

You followed the kiss. — You'll never hear the end of this. — You kissed him again and grabbed his hand, letting him guide you to his new apartment.

— We've been married for 3 months, together for a year. We don't have children and we don't want to. — Hyunjae said while you were waiting for the elevator. — Another thing. — You looked at him tired. — You have to live with me for a while. Then I can tell him we broke up so he doesn't kick me out.

Your two got in the elevator, glad it was empty. — You should've told me that.

— I'm sorry, I panicked. — You arrived at his floor and held hands again.

Hyunjae opened the door for you. Let the show begin

— You must be [Y/N]. I'm Mr. Jeong. — A middle-aged man said once you two got in. — Hyunjae told me you chose this apartment.

— I did, yes. I really like the zone, my mom lives close by. — Hyunjae smiled. You followed his lie unconsciously.

— Hyunjae told me that. That's so sweet of him to live close to your mom.

— He's the best. — You said, but Hyunjae's eyes told you you sounded too fake.

— So how about you show your beautiful wife the place while I go for the papers to my apartment. — Mr. Jeong said. You two panicked.

— Oh, you live in the building too? — You asked, squeezing Hyunjae's hand.

— That's right, on the second floor. — Well, that wasn't that bad. Hyunjae's apartment was on the 8th floor.

Mr. Jeong left, and you two waited a minute to finally argue.

— What is so cool about this apartment that you needed me to pretend to be your wife? — You asked him, following him to a small bathroom. You watched him close the door and layed on it. — I doubt it's the price, this zone it's really expensive.

— The whole place.

— It's too big for one person. — You crossed your arms.

— Juyeon and Kevin also need a place, they still don't know I found it though.

— So what now? How long do you need me here?

— I'm still not sure, but in the meantime, I need you to let them live with Chanhee.

— No.

— Please, then you can go back.

— Ok, fine they can stay there. — Hyunjae nodded. — But what if Mr. Jeong does kick you out once we "broke up". — Hyunjae stayed silent. — That better not be part of the contract we're about to sign.

And it wasn't fortunately. Mr. Jeong left the place, staring at you two with a nostalgic smile.

— I'll pay for everything. The rent, the bills, the moving. — Hyunjae said, joining you at the window.

— Yeah, you better. — You looked at him. — Did you eat?

— Barely, but I'm not hungry.

— Well, we have to go back to my apartment for our stuff and to tell Chanhee about this. You can have your last meal there.

Telling Chanhee was harder than you thought. He immediately refused, telling Hyunjae to find another girl.

— Mr. Jeong already met me, Chan, and I also signed the contract. There's no turn back now.

— If you do something to her, I'll stop talking to you, I swear Hyunjae, I don't care if we're family.

— Chanhee. — You called him, taken aback by his reaction.

— I won't, I swear, she'll be back here in 6 months. — You wanted to protest, but the time sounded just right.

Packing was fast. You were terrified of unpacking.

You walked to the room besides the main one. But Hyunjae stopped you.

— I'm not sharing a bed with you, dude. Also, it's not like he's going to check if we sleep in the same bed.

— He's our landlord, he needs to come and check if everything's alright. — You scoffed. — I got a new bed, a bigger one, we'll be far away from the other.

— If you hug me just once, I'm moving my stuff to that room, you get it? — You pointed at the door you initially were aiming at. Hyunjae nodded.

Luckily, the room had enough space for both, you'd say it was too much for you. You didn't even use all the hangers.

— Are you going to use them? — Hyunjae asked. Of course he needed extra hangers. He didn't like to fold his hoodies.

— All yours. — Hyunake took them and walked to his side of the room. — Why did you mention the kids? Did he ask?

— Yeah, when I told him we recently got married, he asked if we were planning on having kids.

— And you don't want them? — Hyunake turned around with a confused look. — With someone else. — You laughed.

— Ah. Well, yeah I do, actually. But I'll have to wait, I can't afford them right now. — He finished hanging his hoodies and stretched his arms.

— You seriously thought I'd let you pay for everything? — You walked to him.

— I mean, I was expecting you to pay at least for a few things. I've known you long enough to know that you don't like being a burden.

— Then it's set. 50-50? — You reached out your hand to shake it with his.

But there was one thing none of you thought about. The arguments. Just by the next day, you two went back to your usual dynamic.

— I told you to not hug me! — You said, pushing him.

— God, you're not even fully awake and you're already yelling. — Hyunjae turned his body and ignored your disgusted look.

You got up and grabbed the clothes you were going to wear. It was Saturday so at least you didn't have to work. Hyunjae, on the other hand, had to.

— Don't take too long, I need to take a shower. — You looked at him before getting in the bathroom. Once you got out. You found him in just his boxers, waiting for you to come out.

— Are you fucking serious? — You asked, stopping your tracks at the door.

— Well, this is my place, I can walk around however I want. — Hyunjae took his towel and moved you. You felt shivers when he slammed the door.

You were brushing your hair when he got out of the bathroom, with just his towel around his waist. There was no point in protesting anymore.

— I need to go to the supermarket later, do you need anything? — He said, taking his sweet time in choosing a shirt.

— No, thanks. — You said before leaving the room.

You set the coffee maker and grabbed two cups from a box and then went back to the room, begging for Hyunjae to be fully dressed by now.

— Do you want coffee? — He was, kind of. His shirt was still open.

— Yes, thank you. — He noticed you froze. — You just saw me with just my boxers on, what is that reaction?

— Don't know what you're talking about. — You were about to leave, but turned around. — I'll start using the other room's bathroom from now on.

Hyunjae walked to you. — I've never seen you like this, babe. Seriously, what's wrong? Did you have a wet dream about me like this?

— You wish. And I'm not telling you how to dress in your place, but let me remind you you were the one that asked me to help you. I don't mind packing everything again. — You tried your best to keep your eyes on his.

Hyunjae stayed silent, making you smirk. You left the room and got into the microwave the leftovers you two left last night.

It was almost 7pm when Hyunjae arrived, finding you finishing putting away all the plates and cups in the cabinets.

— Did you leave something for me? — Hyunjae looked around.

— The TV's. I'm afraid I'll break them. — You said, sitting on a chair. — Did you go to the supermarket?

— I didn't have time. Juyeon and Kevin needed help with the moving.

— So you help them, but not me? — You asked, laughing at his guilty face. — I'm kidding.

— Babe... — Your eyes snapped at the nickname. He only called you like that as a joke, and his tone wasn't didn't sound like it. He cleared his throat to ease the tension he created. — I bought this, by the way. — He took out two rings. — I don't know if Mr. Jeong noticed we didn't have rings on, but just in case.

Hyunjae was about to grab your hand, but you snatched the ring of his fingers, scaring him.

— Fuck... we don't have pictures of our wedding to decorate. — You said after putting on the ring.

— Juyeon will help with it, but we do need to take more pictures together. Just having pictures of our wedding will look suspicious.

— So that means we have to go on dates?

— Just for the pictures.

— Right.

Another silence dominated the room.

— Do you want to go for dinner? — Hyunjae asked, taking off his back tie.

— Uh, sure. Let me change.

— You look good like that, though.

You bit your lip. You wanted to giggle so bad. — I'm only changing my shirt and grabbing some jacket.

— Right.

You two got into your room and went to your sides of it. Hyunjae was looking at himself in his full body mirror when he saw you taking off your shirt, leaving you in just your bra and jeans.

— Uh... — You turned around, acting innocent.

— So you can walk around with just your boxers, but I can't change my shirt in front of you? Seems unfair. — It was your turn to take your sweet time finding a shirt.

Hyunjae took a deep breath and shamelessly stared at your body through the mirror.

Once you were ready, you turned around, finding him taking a picture of you.

— Not weird at all. — You said, walking to him to see the photo in his phone.

— I mean, you're my wife. — Hyunjae grabbed your hand and showed you the ring you had on.

— Right, just don't take pictures of me sleeping.

In the elevator, you tried to avoid his eyes. Suddenly, the elevator stopped in the second floor, opening its doors to show you Mr. Jeong and you guessed it was his wife.

You got close to Hyunjae and felt his arm around your waist.

— Oh, how lovely that we found you. — Mr. Jeong said. — This is the couple I told you about.

— You both look amazing. — Ms. Jeong said.

— Thank you. — Hyunjae said in unison.

— Going somewhere special? — Mr. Jeong answered.

— Just to find something to eat. — You answered.

— Oh, if it's nothing special then join us, we're going to this cafeteria my wife loves.

You were about to answer, but Hyunjae beat you. — Sounds good, [Y/N] love visiting new cafeterias.

It wasn't a lie. You looked up to him. He gave you a kiss on the cheek and left his lips there.

Once all of you arrive to the parking lot, you walked to Hyunjae's car, Mr. Jeong's wasn't far. He told you to wait for them.

At the cafeteria, you ordered a latte and some pastry. Hyunjae just ordered an americano.

You two were waiting for Mr. and Ms. Jeong ordered at the bar.

— Why did you accept? — You asked, letting Hyunjae put his arm around you, pulling you close.

— To fully convince him we're a couple. So we don't have to kiss in front of him that often.

— Look at them. They're truly in love and you don't see them kissing every three words. — Hyunjae nodded, agreeing with you. — I didn't know I was a bad kisser.

Hyunjae looked at you scared. — You're not, god, I'm sorry if I imply that.

You laughed. — Jae, relax, I'm joking.

— You're enjoying a little too much scaring me, you know?

— I don't think so. — Hyunjae brushed his thumb on your chin before giving you a small kiss.

— Sorry for taking too long. They had this new drink I wanted to try. — Ms. Jeong apologized.

The talk was surrounded at your oh so lovely perfect wedding. And it was more a conversation between Ms. Jeong and you.

— If you don't mind, Hyunjae, would you make me some company while I smoke? — Mr. Jeong asked. Hyunjae excused himself and went with him.

The night was chill. The cafeteria had a special place for smokers.

— I'm going to be honest with you, Hyunjae. I thought you two were pretending. You wouldn't be the first couple that lied to me. — Hyunjae panicked at Mr. Jeong's words. — But just the way she's talking about the wedding, and how you look at her. It reminds me of me and my wife.

Hyunjae was speechless. — Any advice?

— I think you two are fine. There's no such a thing as the "perfect couple". But I do find it hard to believe you don't want kids.

— I mean, not now, we're still trying to settle ourselves in a new place.

— I really hope I can meet them.

Back in your apartment, Hyunjae and you changed clothes quietly.

— I'm going to the convenience store in the morning to get breakfast, is there anything you want? — Hyunjae asked, opening the blanket.

— I'm going with you. — He nodded.

The next morning, after having breakfast, you two changed clothes again and went to the supermarket, making the list on your way there.

— You already paid for the dinner and breakfast, Hyunjae, stop fighting. — You said, giving the cashier your card.

— Then the next trip to the supermarket is on me. — Hyunjae kissed your cheek, making you giggle.

On your way back, you received a message from Chanhee, asking where you were. The three of them were outside your building.

— Why are you here? — You got out of the car and walked with your friends inside the building while Hyunjae parked the car.

— We brought you welcome gifts! — Kevin said, turning his back a little for you to see his well packed backpack.

You chuckled. — That's sweet of you, Kev, but I'll be here just for 6 months.

The four of you waited for Hyunjae to join you outside the elevator. Once he did, y'all went to his apartment.

Fake plants, fake wedding pictures, food. At least the latter wasn't fake.

— How's married life going? — Juyeon asked, sipping on his can of beer.

— I thought you'd be back to the apartment by the next day, if I'm honest. — Chanhee said, not hiding the fact that he missed you.

— If you think arguments are over, don't be dumb, of course we argue. — You answered.

— Just not that often.

Everyone, including you, didn't expect Hyunjae to give that extra information.

After a month of living together, the two had figured out how to not argue over small things like the clothes all over the place, the expired food in the fridge or him constantly using your soap.

— I was thinking... — He seemed nervous. — We haven't had a movie night since we started living together. Or since we met.

— Of course we had them. — You chuckled and tried to push the shopping cart.

— Chan was there.

— And that makes them not being movie nights?

Hyunjae got close to you and caged your body between his body and the shopping cart. — I'd just like to have a movie night with my wife.

— What got into you? — But he didn't answer, his lips were over yours, slowly kissing you.

When he parted from you, you noticed Mrs. Jeong rounding the corner with her shopping cart.

— What happened with the "I don't want to kiss you every time we see them"? — You asked, faking a deep voice, hiding your disappointment that he only kissed you for that.

— I never said that. — Hyunjae walked away with the shopping cart, not letting you answer, again.

— Yes, you did. — You saw in a whisper, walking in his direction.

And by the months passing, you got used to his touchy and clingy side in front of your landlord. Behind closed doors, Hyunjae would keep his distance, and there were times you thought he wanted you to go to sleep mad at him.

He ate your breakfast even when you told him it was yours, you found your underwear at the bottom of the laundry machine after three days, of course they smelt horrible, sometimes he would ignore you or what you told him, like the time he slept with just a pair of boxers, saying it was too hot for him to wear pajamas.

You end up sleeping in the room you initially planned to, but this time he didn't protest.

By the end of the fourth month, the same dynamic you two had at Chanhee's place was back.

You were walking out the building on a Saturday morning, you were finally free of Hyunjae's annoying ass. Even though you didn't have a plan, you just wanted to be out of that apartment.

— Good morning, [Y/N]! — You heard Mrs. Jeong said in her usual energetic tone.

— Oh, good morning. — You said, waiting for her.

— Hyunjae's working? — Just the mention of his name made you have a headache.

— Yeah, he's... working.

— Is everything ok? — Of course she noticed your disgusted tone.

And you remembered, the 6 months were almost over, the plan was to pretend to break up so he could keep the apartment. Well, let the show begin.

— No, but I'm sure it'll be.

— Are you going anywhere?

— Not really, I just wanted fresh air.

— How about you and I go for a fresh juice and talk in the park? Does that sound good?

Her tone reminded you of your mother. — That sounds like a good plan.

You spent 5 minutes making up a whole story of how you and Hyunjae were falling out of love while sipping on your juice.

— What you're telling me, [Y/N], it's making me feel really bad. You two really seem to want a future together. — Mrs. Jeong said.

— And if you'd asked me 3 months ago, I'd told you I also wanted a life with him, but I guess we needed more time. My best friend even said it was too soon for a wedding. I should've listened to her.

— You can still work it out, sweetheart, you two have a really special connection. I'm sure if you sit down and talk, problems will be solved.

Hyunjae was back in the building at 8pm. He made sure his car was locked when he saw Mr. Jeong.

— How nice to see you, Jae. — Mr. Jeong said, giving Hyunaje an affectionate pat on the back.

— Likewise. How's your day going?

— Pretty calm. By the way, my wife and yours spent the morning together.

Hyunjae pressed his lips forming a fine line and nodded.

— It seems it's true by your reaction. — Hyunjae stopped walking, making Mr. Jeong to also stop. — She didn't tell me much, but she said you're having problems.

— Not all couples have problems?

— They do, yes, but they don't seem to be small problems, Jae. And I know we like to always be right, but it doesn't hurt to hear what they have to say.

Hyunjae practically ran to his apartment once he said goodbye to Mr. Jeong. He opened the door and found you watching a movie in the living room.

— May I know why you are venting our problems with our landlords?

You paused the movie. — Hello to you too, babe, are you hungry? Dinner is almost ready.

— Answer me.

You got up and didn't care that he was taller than you. — I told her that we both were falling out of love. That's all.

— And why is Mr. Jeong telling me to listen to you? — He kept his angry tone.

— How long have we been living together? — Hyunaje didn't answer. — And how long did we say we would live together?

Asshole.

— I'm just starting to make them believe we have unsolving differences and a divorce is expected. Wasn't that your plan?

— It's been only four months, [Y/N], you could've waited a little longer.

— Oh yeah, so we can tell them out of nowhere we're getting divorce the same day I'm leaving.

— Well, that could've been the plan if you weren't out there telling Mrs. Jeong our problems!

— Stop raising your voice at me, Hyunjae, or this conversation is over.

Hyunjae nodded and laughed in a sarcastic way. — You know what? You're a fucking genius! Tomorrow the first thing I'm doing is asking our landlord if he's going to kick me out if we get divorced, how about that?

— I don't know why you are reacting like this, this is your fault! You lied to Mr. Jeong, you told him I was your wife, and now I'm stuck with you for another 2 months!

— Don't pretend you didn't want this, babe, you had the option to not even show up that day. But there you were, sucking on my tongue when I kissed you.

You just couldn't believe your ears. — I wanted you out of my apartment, that's why I did it.

— You're so pretty when you get mad. — Hyunjae said after scanning your face.

He held your chin between his thumb and index, but you pushed him before he could kiss you. — Don't you fucking dare to touch me after how you just talked to me.

— Listen, I'm sorry for overreacting, but I don't enjoy it when others know about my shit. Even if this is a fake relationship, I'd like to have some privacy.

— Well, I'm sorry for telling her about that, but you've been acting like an asshole for months now, I just wanted this to be over.

This time, when Hyunjae hugged you, you didn't push him. You had your face buried in his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

— If I'm honest, I did all those things to get to you. And it worked, just not the way I expected. — Hyunjae laughed when you hit him in the stomach. — Let's have dinner and watch a movie.

Movie night was calm, you had blankets over you two. You noticed Hyunjae was falling asleep and felt bad. He worked the whole day and still wanted to watch a movie with you.

— Let's go to sleep. — You said, pausing the movie. It wasn't even halfway through.

— We'll finish it tomorrow. — You nodded and his sleepy voice.

When you were about to get in the room you were sleeping in, you felt Hyunjae's hand grabbing your wrist.

— I promise that attitude will disappear, please, come back to the room.

You just couldn't say no. — Let me grab my pajamas then.

— You can borrow a shirt of mine. —You laughed at his child-like attitude, pulling you to his room.

He gave you a shirt, too big for you, and turned around so you could change.

— Am I allowed to hug you? — You turned your head over the pillow to look at him. He was really close.

— Sure.

The next morning, you were still trapped between his arms, glad he wasn't squeezing you to death.

— Jae... — You softly said. You wanted to know the hour, but you left your phone in the living room.

— It's early, go back to sleep. — Hyunjae's mouth was on your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

— Can you read my mind? — You turned your body, Hyunjae keeping you close to him.

— I do, actually, you're thinking you just had the best wet dream of your life and I was in it.

You laughed, he was back... — You need to work on that skill, then, because that is highly inaccurate.

— Oh yeah? — You felt his finger on your left side, realizing the shirt lifted up while you were sleeping.

— Very inaccurate. — You said over his lips.

— I don't believe you. — His hand traveled to your leg and pulled in over his waist.

It was when you remembered you were only wearing panties and his shirt.

— May I know what got into you? — You asked, sighing when you felt his finger digging just below the skin of your butt.

— How am I supposed to control myself when my beautiful wife kept rubbing her ass over my cock the whole night? — His soft voice changed to a dark and deep one.

— I didn't do such a thing.

— I wasn't joking when I said you had a wet dream, though, you were moaning while doing it. It took everything on me to not fuck you while sleeping. Unless you're into that. — Hyunjae bucked his hips, finally letting you feel his boner over your clothed cunt. — That is your fault, so you better fix it.

He didn't have to tell you twice. One of your hands pulled his pajama pants and underwear down while you licked the other to jerk him.

He hissed at your warm touch, making him bite his lower lip and pulled you to kiss you.

— Fuck... I'm so sensitive, please don't stop, babe. — You were enjoying his reaction too much, tighting your grip around him from time to time to help him cum.

He wanted to warn you, but not a single word came out of his mouth. You felt his cum spilling out to your hand and couldn't help but see.

— Sorry, it felt really good. — Hyunjae removed the sweat from his forehead and ran to the bathroom, coming back with some papel to clean your hand and some drops that fell on the bed.

And you wanted to talk about it, but didn't know how. It was until dinner that he mentioned it.

— I... Sorry... Thank you for this morning...

— Are you thanking me for making you cum? — That was the first time.

— Yeah? I enjoyed it a lot.

— And why did you apologize?

Hyunjae avoided your eyes, he was clearly embarrassed. — I.. wanted to return the favor.

— And why are you suddenly shy? — You've never seen him like this.

— I guess it's just the flashbacks...

— Well, I think we have to make some rules if this is going to happen again, right?

— Rules? Why?

— Are you going to be able to live with me for another 2 months after having sex?

Hyunjae bit his lip, his idea of returning the favor wasn't having sex, but now that you mention it... — Right. So this is going to happen just once?

— That's why we need rules, Jae...

— Fine, I get it. Shoot.

You finished your drink and made a face. — This can happen multiple times as long as we both are single. Even after I leave. But the moment we start talking with someone else, this ends. — Hyunjae crossed his arms and nodded. — Let's keep this as a secret, Chanhee would kill you if he knows.

— I wasn't planning on telling him. It's clear he loves you more than he loves me. And I'm his family.

You laughed at the pout he made. And then you remembered... — I don't mind you touching me while I'm sleeping... — Hyunjae couldn't believe his ears. — But if you want to take it further, wake me up.

— Sure. — He didn't intend to sound so excited.

— I don't take the pill, so if you don't have condoms here...

— We should've talked about this in the morning so I could go to the supermarket and buy some.

You laughed again. — Are you going to return the favor then?

Hyunje smirked, standing up and taking your hand, pulling you to your shared room.

— Lay back and enjoy.

You laid down on the bed and with the help of your elbows, could see him taking off your jeans and panties.

He gave you a last look before sinking into you, groaning at your taste. You threw your head back and bit your lip to mute your moans.

But Hyunjae heard your whines increasing when he inserted two fingers while he was sucking in your clit.

You suddenly kept quiet, making Hyunaje look at you. — Did you just... cum?

— Maybe... — You answered, catching your breath. You stood up and pulled up your jeans, walking to the bathroom, leaving Hyunjae more than confused.

But you were embarrassed, you've never cummed that fast before, and you didn't want to admit you have wanted this to happen for a while now.

The next day, Hyunjae left to work before you did, making you wake up alone in your shared bed. And you didn't know if you liked it or not.

He left you breakfast ready and a note wishing you a good day. Another first time.

You found Mrs. Jeong again, giving the "good news" that Hyunjae and you solved your problems.

[To: Menace] 7:24pm

"Going to the supermarket, you want something?"

But he didn't answer. You bought some snacks, debating yourself if you should get the condoms.

You checked your phone once you were home and couldn't fight the disappointment when you noticed Hyunjae left you in read. But your head snapped when you heard a door closing.

— Hyunjae?

He walked from his room and almost ran to greet you. — I'm sorry for not answering, I was busy. But hey, I bought the condoms.

You laughed, finding him adorable.

On the weekend, Hyunjae planned a movie night, but it got interrupted by a very heated make out session. The movie working as background noise.

You were on top of him, humping his very hard boner. His hands were under your tank top, massaging your boobs over your bra.

He kissed your neck while one of his hands was looking for something inside the drawer beside the couch you two were.

You looked at him. — You shouldn't have told me this can happen multiple times. I left condoms all over the place. — He said, taking off your tank top and bra before sucking in your left tit.

— And what if the guys come and find one? — You brushed his hair with your fingers, enjoying his tongue playing with your nipple.

— I don't want to think about that right now, babe, I want you to keep moving your hips, please. — You loved the new nickname, it wasn't in a teasing way anymore.

Instead of moving your hips, you got off him and started to undress, Hyunjae doing the same and grabbing the condom.

But you took it away from his fingers and got on your knees. Hyunjae cursed under his breath and let you do your thing.

You pumped his dick before licking it up and down, and then you sucked on his balls. You proceeded to open the condom and rolled it down on his boner.

— Do I have to schedule a blowjob with my wife? — Hyunjae asked when you straddled him. He positioned his tip over your clit and rubbed it.

— I have to check if I'm not busy... — You said over his lips.

Hyunjae smirked and pulled you down, earning a very loud moan from you. Your nails digging on the skin of his shoulders. He kissed you again, giving you time to adjust. You sucked on his tongue and started to move your hips up and down. Hyunjae whined when you tightened around him, giving you a small spank.

It didn't take long before you were jumping on him, not kissing anymore. None of you were shy with your noises, not caring about the neighbors.

Hyunjae got one of your boobs and sucked it, pinching the nipple of the other. You knew your nails were leaving red marks on his neck and chest, but you didn't care.

— Why did it take us so long to do this? — You asked, throwing your head back when you felt your orgasm close.

— If you weren't such a tight ass, this would've been the hundredth time. — Hyunjae answered, making you laugh.

— If you weren't so fucking annoying... — You grabbed his neck for support and got close to his face. — we wouldn't have to pretend in the first place.

Hyunjae kissed you, pulled your hair, bit you, spanked you. He knew you were right.

Before him living in your and Chan's living room, your friendship wasn't as chaotic, you even admitted to some friends you found him attractive. Hyunjae also developed a crush on you, but living somehow together gave you the sign that you two wouldn't work out.

You felt him give you another spank, biting your lip and bouncing harder. Your legs were sore, but you needed your release more than anything. You grabbed Hyunjae's hand and directed it to your clit, him immediately understanding.

— You look so hot on top of me, babe. — Hyunjae said, hypnotized by the view. — I can get used to this.

"Me too" you thought, but you were so immersed in your pleasure, you only could kiss him, sucking on his tongue and scratching his nape.

Hyunjae hugged you by your waist and made you stop, growling. You felt his cock twitching repeatedly inside you.

After a few minutes, Hyunjae's fingers brushed your hair. You lifted your head and looked at him. He looked different. Or maybe it was your orgasm making you have these thoughts.

Hyunjae pulled you for a kiss, a sloppy and romantic one.

— Let's get cleaned up. — He said on your lips, but he kept kissing you.

— You have to let me go for that, babe.

It was the first time you called him that, and he showed you he loved it.

— I can always carry you to the shower. We can have round two there. — His low voice made you clench around him.

But you stood up, sighing by the sudden emptiness. — I think I have a free space to give my husband a blowjob just now. — You said, walking to your shared bedroom.

Once you two were in the bathroom, Hyunjae literally dragged you to the shower. Earning some giggles from you.

A week later, Chanhee, Juyeon and Kevin visited you again.

The whole time, Chan was awfully quiet and kept looking at the both of you, making you nervous. After an hour, Juyeon and Kevin went to the convenience store for snacks, but you noticed Chanhee told them something before they left.

Hyunjae was looking for bowls to serve some chips and you were cutting carrots, maybe using this as an excuse to not look at Chanhee.

— Since when?

Here we go.

— What? — Hyunjae stopped his tracks and looked at Chanhee.

— Since when you've been fucking?

The sudden question made you cut your finger with the knife. You threw the knife and licked your little cut.

— Are you ok? — Hyunjae practically ran to you.

— Oh, so it's serious.

— No!

— It's just sex.

Both answering at the same time made Chanhee laugh. — Right. And I guess you weren't planning on telling me.

— For what? — You asked, looking for some bandaid.

— I don't know, I'm your best friend. — And then he looked at Hyunjae. — And I'm your cousin, your family.

— Well, I'm sorry for not telling you, but it's been just a week. — Hyunjae said, helping you finish the carrots.

— Wait, what? A week? — You raised an eyebrow at his words. — You two act as if you've been dating since you started living together.

— Don't be ridiculous. — You said, not being able to look at Hyunjae.

Chanhee couldn't say anything, Juyeon and Kevin arrived and started talking about some new snacks they bought.

After they finally left, you took a bath in what were you planning to be your bathroom 5 months ago. The water was warm and you were glad you still had a lavender bath bomb.

You told Hyunjae you need to think about what Chanhee said and it was if you slept separately. And even though Hyunjae wanted to argue back, he also needed to think.

The next morning, when you got out of your room, Hyunjae was already waiting for you with an empty cup.

— Coffee or tea?

— I think I'm just having cereal. — Hyunjae nodded and put away the cup.

— We need to talk. — He said. Your back was facing him, you only hummed in response. — The fifth month it's almost over.

— I know.

— What does your lack of packing mean?

You were only looking at your empty bowl. — Do you want me to start packing?

You turned your body and looked at him, he was already behind you. — I just want to know so I can talk with Mr. Jeong.

— Are you going to tell him?

— What? That I lied about you being my beautiful wife? — He brushed his nose with yours. — I'll just make a deal with him. We would exchange places with the guys.

— And if he says no? — Your fingers clench on his pajama shirt.

— He already trusts us, I don't think he'd have a problem.

— But I like this place. — You slightly pout.

Hyunjae chuckled and gave you a peck. — Yeah, but we both know what three people living in a place that only two people fit is like.

You nodded, hugging Hyunjae by his waist.

— Tell you what. We keep the place, but while they find a bigger place, they can bring some of their stuff. Let me remind you we have a whole empty room.

— And what about us?

And if you were honest, you thought he would tense with the question, but he just hugged you tighter.

— Do you want to make it official?

You looked up, finding his eyes on you. — Official? You haven't asked me shit.

You tried to pull away, failing miserably.

— If you weren't such a tight ass and would let me speak. — You stayed silent. Not hiding your excitement. — Would you let me be your boyfriend?

— Ugh, you're so cheesy. — You said, pulling him by his collar. — But yes.

Hyunjae laughed and kissed you. But the romantic moment got interrupted by your stomach.

— Someone's hungry.

— If you'd have let me have my breakfast first.

While you were cooking, Hyunjae decided the best way to still ask Mr. Jeong.

Mrs. Jeong was the one that opened the door.

— Oh, Hyunjae, how nice of you to visit us.

— I'm sorry if this comes as rude, but is your husband here? I need to talk to him.

— Oh no, don't tell me [Y/N] and you have broken up? — The lady placed her hand over her mouth.

— No, it's not that, don't worry.

— Is everything ok? — Mr. Jeong appeared drying his hands with a towel. — Hyunjae, what can I do for you?

After Mrs. Jeong poured three glasses of water, the three of you sat down in the living room.

— I really don't know how to explain this so I'll just say it. I'm thinking about giving my apartment to some friends and finding a smaller place for [Y/N] and I.

Mr. Jeong nodded. — Are these friends trustworthy?

— They are. One of them is my cousin and my wife's best friend, actually. The thing is that the place they have is really small for three people.

— So you want to exchange places with them?

— Not really, that building isn't of [Y/N]'s liking.

— Well, that's nice to hear because there are also smaller apartments in this building. — Mrs. Jeong added, making her husband nod.

Hyunjae felt stupid. — I... I didn't know.

— I don't have a problem with your friends living in the building, but even if you say they're good, the rules will apply to them too. Even stricter ones if it's going to be all men.

— Right. — Hyunjae chuckled. — Then I'll talk to...

— She doesn't know? — Mr. Jeong interrupted.

— I just mentioned it this morning, she was worried you didn't want three men living under the same roof.

— I never had issues with groups of friends living together, I'm just stricter with them 'cause, well, I was also young.

Cold sweat ran through Hyunjae's back. — I thought you prefered couples living here?

— I said I'm used to them, this zone is famously known by families. You are the first couple I admit without children, though.

— Right...

Hyunjae went back to his apartment, feeling like the stupidest man on earth.

— Where were you? Food is ready. — You got out of the kitchen.

— Come here. — Hyunjae practically threw himself to the couch and waited for you to sit down beside him, but you sat down on the small table in front.

— Babe, you're pale...

— I talked with Mr. Jeong about the apartment. — And you were about to interrupt him, but he grabbed your hands. — Baby, I need you to listen to me and I'll understand if you don't want to talk to me ever again.

— You're scaring me. — He never called you "baby".

Hyunjae took a deep breath. — He told me he doesn't have a problem with our friends living here, in fact, he never had a problem with groups of friends in general. He just sets different rules

— And how did we end up in this situation? — Hyunjae felt you tense, he just cared your skin with his finger.

— Because him telling me only families lived here made me believe only families were allowed to live here.

You started to laugh, not in a sarcastic way, you were genuinely laughing at his dumbness.

— And what made you think I wouldn't talk to you anymore? — You said after finally being able to speak.

— I don't know. I guess I panicked.

You kissed him and straddled his legs. — And what will happens with us? — You said over his lips.

He gave you a chaste kiss before talking. — Mrs. Jeong mentioned there are smaller apartments, maybe we can check them out.

— But I like this apartment. — You said kissing his neck. His grip went from over your clothes to under it.

— Unless you want to have kids... this place is too big for us.

— That doesn't sound like a bad idea.

Hyunjae almost lost control over his own body at your words. — Not yet...

And this could have continued further, but both of your stomachs interrupted, making both of you laugh.

— Not yet. — You said over his lips and stood up, grabbing Hyunjae's hand and taking him to the kitchen.

[vigilante-3073]

Could you please write an imagine reader is an intern/resident same time and house and they train together and grow closer and start dating. Maybe when he’s away on the conference in which he meets Wilson reader flys to see him and meets Wilson as well and they become a notorious trio and maybe house and reader end up married?

Spontaneity

Gregory House x Female Reader

Summary: House met Y/N when he enrolled in his final year of medical school at the University of Michigan and it was love at first sight. Will a boring medical conference in Louisiana add another member to their dynamic duo?

TW: House being House, mentions of medical school/internships/residency, one lil make out, mentions of marriage and children.

Y/N sat in her bed as she read through her medical textbooks in order to prepare herself for her residency in Obstetrics and Gynecology. She wanted to be well prepared, but no amount of studying was able to calm her nerves.

House laid in the bed beside her, flipping through the tv channels as he searched for something to watch. When the television failed to interest him, he sat up and shifted closer to Y/N.

He reached out, shifting her hair out of the way before placing his lips on the side of her neck. House pressed gentle kisses over her skin, his finger slipping underneath her bra strap and sliding it off her shoulder along with the material of her tank top.

Her eyelids fluttered, "Greg, I can't," Y/N murmured, trying to resist him.

"You're ready. Burying your head in that book is just gonna make you second guess yourself," House said, sucking a dark bruise onto the skin of her shoulder.

Y/N turned her head and House quickly pressed his lips to her's, pushing the textbook off her lap and onto the floor. His hands found her hips, turning her around and lifting her body into his lap as he moved his lips over her's.

Y/N moaned softly against his lips as his hands slid under the material of her top, his hands feeling hot against her skin. He released the clasp of her bra and she pulled away, resting her forehead against his.

"I need to study," She said, breath coming out in soft puffs against his lips. Y/N reached behind herself, redoing the clasp of her bra as House let out a disappointed huff.

"You don't have anything to study for. You just need to relax," House said, giving her hips a gentle squeeze.

"I love you, but you are distracting me," Y/N smiled.

"Good, that's my job," House said.

Y/N breathed a soft chuckle, "You're gonna turn me into a slacker," She teased.

"Can't be a slacker if there's no more work to do," House said, pressing his lips to her's again.

Y/N rested her hands on his chest, pushing him back down to the mattress gently.

"We graduated, that's the hard part. Residency is light work," House said, hands settling on her thighs.

"Says the genius," Y/N teased.

"You're gonna be good," He said.

"Not great?" She questioned.

"You're too tense to be great," House stated.

"And spending the night doing the horizontal tango with you is the way to solve that?" Y/N asked.

"You wanted experience in your field. I can definitely teach you how babies are made," He offered.

Y/N laughed, "That's a gross offer," She smiled.

"What if I made a different offer?" House questioned.

"I'm not up to hearing any more of your offers tonight, honey," Y/N said.

"I think you're gonna like this one," House said.

"Alright, fine. What is it?" She questioned.

"I found an apartment and I want you to move in with me," House said.

"Are you serious?" Y/N asked.

"Yeah, they accepted my offer this morning. Princeton-Plainsboro is a fifteen minute drive from the place," House said, hands squeezing her thighs gently.

"I'd love that," Y/N nodded, leaning down and pressing her lips to his.

House wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close as he moved his lips against her's. His fingers tangled in her hair, rolling them over so that his body could settle between her thighs.

House pulled away, "I love you," He said.

"I love you too," She replied, cradling his cheek in her hand.

...

House decided to attend a medical conference in Louisiana before he started his residency. Y/N was working consistently and he found himself growing bored in their apartment.

Y/N wanted to go with him, but knew that her schedule wouldn't allow for it. She encouraged House to go, he deserved a break after the whirlwind that his last years of schooling had been.

House quickly spotted a young man at the conference that piqued his interest. The man had been carrying around a package from a divorce attorney since the beginning of the conference. House found himself following the man around the venue, he hadn't put the package down one time, but he also hadn't opened it.

House stood with his back leaned against the wall, staring at the man from across the room. He was curious. House being curious was never a good thing.

Y/N made her way into the venue, looking around before quickly locating House. She made her way over, stopping beside him and standing on her toes as she tried to follow his line of sight.

"What are we looking at?" She asked.

House turned to face her, "What are you doing here?" He questioned.

"I traded a few shifts," Y/N shrugged.

"Look at you, slacking off and skipping town. I'm proud of you," House smiled.

She swatted his stomach gently, "Don't make me second guess myself or I won't be able to sleep," Y/N scolded softly.

He rested his hand on her back, "I can't make any promises," House said, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"So, what were you looking at before I interrupted?" Y/N asked.

"That guy over there," House said, tilting his head towards the young man.

"What about him?" Y/N questioned.

"He's carrying around divorce papers. He has been since the beginning of the conference," House said.

"Poor guy," Y/N muttered with a frown, "He looks pretty young," She said.

"I'm curious," House muttered.

"No, Greg, you either go over and talk to him now like a normal person or you leave him be. I can see the wheels turning in your brain and I don't like it," Y/N said.

"It'll be fine, I'm just watching him," House shrugged.

...

The man that House had been watching at the conference was named James Wilson. House wound up bailing him out of jail after he drunkenly threw a bottle into an antique mirror at a bar.

House didn't realize that Billy Joel could push a man over the edge like it did. He was honestly impressed, Wilson didn't seem like the type to have a genuine outburst like that.

Y/N didn't agree with it, but allowed House to bail Wilson out of his bind. He was clearly down on his luck and needed some friends right now.

Wilson had been charged with vandalism, assault and destruction of property, but House was able to get it taken care of for him.

The trio spent the rest of the weekend together and Y/N found herself feeling grateful for House's impulsiveness. Wilson was a smart and incredibly nice man who was going through a rough time. After some conversation, it was discovered that they would all be completing their residencies at Princeton-Plainsboro. All in different departments but at the same location which was definitely a surprise.

The trio kept in touch throughout their residencies and eventually settled in to their roles at the hospital as doctors. They even became department heads as their careers progressed.

Their many years of friendship had been based on House's morbid curiosity and outlandish ideas. All because House saw a man carrying around a package at a convention.

Wilson had quickly became one of Y/N's closest friends, he was House's best man at their wedding and even served as a godfather to their baby boy. Wilson was the best uncle around, showering their son with gifts and always willing to lend a hand wherever he could.

Wilson and Y/N had always acted as a counter balance to House. House tended to take things to the extremes, pushing boundaries and going against every rule that ever existed. Cuddy had her hands full with him and his bizarre nonsense almost every day, trying desperately to stay one step ahead of him at all times.

It had become common practice that Cuddy would call Y/N to help her get control of House when he was being particularly unruly.

Y/N was his best friend, aside from Wilson, and the love of his life. House pushed his limits, but never with his wife.

Their relationship was quite interesting to people who met them. House was sarcastic, manipulative and impulsive while Y/N was the complete opposite. She was kind, soft-spoken and planned for absolutely everything, which is why House often stressed her out. He flew by the seat of his pants, making decisions in the moment and it drove his wife crazy.

Y/N hated how spontaneous he was, but his quick decision-making is what led to their relationship with Wilson. Which was one of the best things that has happened to them.

So it couldn't be that bad, could it?

[pandorasfavorite]

The sharp edge of your voice

The two times Dominik yelled at you: the one time you walked out.

AN: notice how I didn’t proof read this? No? 👀 yes?

I was so depressed today…I wanna smoke 🍃

“You don’t have to act like that, not when your home. Save that shit for work”, you scoff for the 4th time. Dominik’s irritable mood and testy demeanor has been so uncontrollable. You’ve never been the woman to sit and take disrespect: not that Dominik disrespected you often. His mood was so rare; every brush of your hands against his arm was shoved off and your words were ignored. “Just leave me alone damn!”, he yelled holding his head and squeezing his eyes shut in irritation.

You felt your heart beat a little faster and your breathing becoming more labored. Your emotions getting the best of you so easily. You left Dominik sitting on the couch; the best amount of space you can give him right now. You lay in your king side bed; your body trembling and cold beneath the sheets. You couldn’t begin to try and fall asleep, even with your eyes closed the short moment consumed your night. 5 minutes later, which really felt like 50; Dominik slid into the bed. His arm apprehensive when sliding across your waist as he does every night. Dominik falls asleep next to you; holding your body close to him but you couldn’t feel further away.

Another night the same new routine.

Dominik moping around the house in agitated silence. The moment he gets home from work it’s as if a switch clicks in his brain. God, the sight of his frown alone makes your breath hitch in sadness. Your mind instantly jumping to the conclusion that he’s miserable when he comes home. Isn’t that it?

After a long shower and changing into boxers and a tank top Dominik goes back into the living room to join you on the couch. He sits on the other side, far away from you with that same distant look. You don’t take it to heart… not yet… maybe just a little.

You slide across the couch and over to him, hooking your arm with his and slouching your body weight on him. “How was your day?”, you ask with a hesitant smile, you play with his wedding band; waiting.

“S’fine”, short, quick, and to the point. His beautiful eyes not glancing at you, that once loving smile appointed away from you. His wedding band loose on his finger; like he’s grown out of it; maybe even grown away from it. You slouch into the couch now; pulling away from him and letting go of his hand.

“Are you mad at me?”, you croak out; not wanting the idea to be spoken into existence. Dominik can’t answer; or that’s what you hoped when he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. You hoped selfishly that he was stressed; that your worst fear wasn’t coming true. “Dom..”, your weak voice stings your own heart, your heart breaking and cracking for your marriage. For your husband. “Don’t- just don’t do that”, Dominik grates out; finally making eye contact with you. Even behind his agitation the softness of his love for you is there in plain sight.

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong! Please tell me so I can fix this!”, you plead with him, voice only raising a bit in desperation. “You can’t fucking fix everything! You can’t so leave me fuck alone!”, he yells for the second time, and it feels like the 6th time your heart broke that night. You nearly propel off the couch, moving to the bed room and getting a suitcase out of the closet, practically shoving your clothes into the case without a care.

You can’t help mumbling to yourself in anger, something along the lines of ‘he sounds like a fucking child’. You zip the suit case up and you roll it through the house, not wasting time to talk to Dominik again. It was pointless. You pause just at the door and you look down at your right hand, your ring seems like it lost its shine. You slide it straight off your finger to slam it down on the table by the couch. The dull ring is left behind when you slam the door and leave but Dominik still sees its shine. He still sees the loved poured into it all.

What has he done?

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Lost in Paradise || Buddha

A/n: this is my first time writing for this character, so I hope he's not too OOC. I started watching ROR when the first season came out, so of course I was going to watch the second season. Then Buddha came on screen and immediately I was hooked. So, this OS is the product of that.

On another note, while I was writing this a story idea came to mind. I sort of want to toy more with the red cord aspect and have the reader come to the realm of the Gods and live with their significant other. It's a basic idea, but I like it.

Please pay attention to the warning tags and please enjoy it.

Warning(s): red cord/soulmate (via Yue-Lao), mentions/implications of death, fear of the unknown, make-outs, intense sex, fainting (via overstimulation), oral (m), female reader, 4,444 words.

No Minors Allowed!!

How did it come to this? Mankind's last stand against the Gods. The moment you heard about Ragnarok, a tournament pitting the Humans against the Gods, you knew mankind didn't stand a chance. For a soul, this also meant that you too would perish; it honestly is a shame.

Sitting in the stands in the area, you stare in dismay at a large screen that displays the matches. So far, no human can best the Gods. Two rounds in, things are looking grim for mankind. Things could honestly not get any worse in your opinion.

"Oh wow! You have a soulmate cord!" A voice beside you exclaims.

You raise a curious brow.

"Pardon me?"

What does he mean by cord? The man points down and upon looking, you notice a silken cord around your finger. When did this get there? Following it with your eyes, you see that it fades in and out through the crowd, heading up to the terrace at the top of the stadium.

"This is the first time I've ever seen it," you mention in confusion.

The man beside you hums.

"How strange. You aren't meant to see the cord. I was a scholar in my former life and I have to wonder if Yue-Lao put this on you."

Yue-Lao? Is this the name of a God?

"Who is Yue-Lao?" You ask.

"He's a God of marriage and love in Chinese mythology. He often appears as an old man under the moon and unites with a silken cord all predestined couples, after which nothing can prevent their union," the scholar answers.

There's no way.

"I don't understand. I never saw this until today and when my soul came here, I'm sure I didn't have it," you mention.

"Could it be that you are destined to be with a God," the man utters, almost as though he's speaking more to himself.

What sense did this make?

"The Gods want to end humanity. Why would I be a match for a God?" You ask.

The man beside you hums.

"It's probable but I have no idea why. Have you heard the story of Eros and Psyche?"

You have. But this is a different story. Something is strange about it. You shouldn't be able to see the cord. Perhaps it is a God you are tethered to. But now isn't the time to care.

There is no way you can focus on the round, however. Curiosity is eating you alive. You take a deep breath and stand, walking toward the stairs. It's a terrible idea but you want to know who you are connected to and why. You pass humans and gods alike on your way down the terrace. The cord leads you to a gorgeous garden room with glass panels; one with an enormous fountain. You stare at it in awe for a moment until the cord tightens with a snap. A moment later the soft sound of footsteps echoes around the room.

Unsure of what to do, you dart behind a marble column as the footsteps grow louder, soon coming to a stop. Your heart pounds in your chest as an air of nervousness surrounds you. Slowly you peek around the marble column and see a muscular man standing near the fountain. His back is to you but you can see that he is wearing a tank top with robes tied around his waist, wrapping back to his hands. Who is this man? The cord seems to connect to him as it does you, so you know he is bonded to you, but he doesn't look familiar at all. The clothes he is wearing are akin to the ones seen in South Asia, but that is all you can tell.

For a moment you stare at him, until to your horror, he peeks over his shoulder in your direction. You dart behind the column and stand there, hoping that he didn't see you. Once a minute passes, you peek back around to see that he is gone. A sigh of relief pours from your mouth, but strangely the cord is still tight; it seems to wrap around the column to the other side. You raise a curious brow, turning to notice that the god in question is leaning his arm against the column staring at you with curious blue eyes hidden behind rectangle-shaped glasses. His hair, which you had thought before was blond is light green; the sides are black.

"Hmm. I thought someone was staring at me," he utters as he removes a light blue lollipop from his mouth.

Your face heats up in embarrassment and you avert your eyes to the cute bunny with the eyepatch printed on his tank top.

"I'm sorry. I just... was looking for someone."

To emphasize your point, not sure what sort of god he is, you raise your hand showing him the red cord. It takes him a moment to understand but once he does he snorts and raises his hand.

"Look at that." He pauses to toy with the cord. "The old man has a sense of humor."

Who is he referring to? Yue-Lao? You've never met the Chinese Love God; you have no idea what he's like or why he'd tether you to someone let alone another God.

If this was his idea of a joke, it wasn't funny.

"Do you know how to remove these? Or where Yue-Lao is? Perhaps he can remove them."

"You want to have them removed?" The God asks.

You narrow your eyes suspiciously and nod in agreement to his question.

"Do you not?"

"Hmm. I mean... We don't know one another. And unless the old man did this as a joke, we're tethered for a reason," he replies.

He wants to know you. Is he serious?

"I'm a human," you state in an obvious tone.

"I hadn't noticed," the god retorts with a grin.

He has a sense of humor. At least he isn't like some gods you have read about. You hum in thought, staring at the cord.

"I reckon we should find Yue-Lao and see about these before Ragnarok is over."

The God tossed up his hands in defense.

"Yes, boss."

Fearing that you might have insulted him, you frown.

"I'm sorry. I just... Don't know what else to do. I never asked for your name and that's rude of me."

The man in question knits his brows.

"You don't know me? I'm Buddha."

Your eyes widen.

"T-there's no way."

"Pretty sure I am," Buddha utters with a hum.

You shake your head.

"That's not it."

This has to be a joke. You've always compared the gods to celebrities; there are A-listers and B-listers; the major gods and the minors.

"You're an A-lister," you utter.

Why are you tethered to an A-lister? Let alone a God. You're not even someone important. Or at least you don't feel like you are.

A hand on your shoulder brings you into reality, sending a pleasant warmth throughout your body. You've never felt such an intense sensation. Is it because of Buddha? Or the bond you have with me? Your tense shoulders relax and you turn your attention to him.

"You have a name, don't you?" The God asks.

You nod and utter it.

Buddha grins in response; his sharp canines make your heart thump faster for some reason.

"Now, while I agree we should look for the old man, the 3rd round of Ragnarok began a moment ago, so--" He pauses to slide his arm around your shoulders. "Why not take the time to get to know one another? I'll even share a lollipop with you."

"Um... Okay," you retort.

So long as this doesn't get awkward.

He leads you over to the fountain and motions for you to sit, resting on the basin beside you. For a moment neither of you speaks; you watch the silken cord around his finger bob as he messes with it. The brief touch he had allowed you lingers on your skin; you hate to admit it, but you miss it.

"Any idea how we came to be tethered, my Lord?" You ask.

Buddha snorts and then laughs.

"My Lord?"

"How should I address you then?" You ask, narrowing your eyes in annoyance. It's not like you've ever spoken to a God; you don't know how to address one. "Because honestly, calling you Buddha is a bit uncomfortable."

The said man raises a brow.

"Is it? I suppose for a human it might be. Hmm. I've been known for a lot of things. Gautama, Gotama, Buddha Shakyamuni. You can call me whatever you like."

Does he honestly not mind?

"Is Shaka OK?" You ask.

He glances at you and grins.

"So, you do know me."

"A little here and there," you admit. "Your name is widely known throughout mankind. But to be honest, you aren't what I expected."

As soon as this leaves your lips, you immediately regret it.

"I'm sorry. I­­––"

"What were you expecting?" Buddha asks. He doesn't seem annoyed or angry, just curious.

Your face heats up in embarrassment. There's no point in lying to him, you reckon.

"I've always heard that the Buddha looked like a typical shaved man and in your old age, you are described as having a stooped body."

"Are you upset?"

You shake your head no and avert your eyes.

"I think you're extremely handsome, hot even."

It's silent for a moment, then the lollipop he had been sucking on appears in your line of sight. You widen your eyes in shock, peering over at the blue-eyed god.

"Want a lick?"

Your face heats up.

"You... had that in your mouth."

Buddha grunts.

"I don't have anything, and besides... we're tethered, remember?"

"No offense, but that doesn't mean I want to swap spit with you. It was a generous offer though," you state.

He hums and slides the lollipop back into his mouth; the sound of it clicking against his canines makes you snort. It almost seems like he's pouting for some reason.

"I'll try one you haven't licked on," you mention.

"No way. Not after you insulted me," Buddha states.

The grin on his face indicates that he's not serious however; you are relieved. For a God, he isn't bad. You are thankful that if it had to be a God, it is him.

An echo of cheers erupts from the stadium and you hear Heimdall announce the victor of the 3rd round. Is it over already? Your eyes widen in shock.

"He did it... He won."

Kojiro Sasaki beat a God. Perhaps there is some hope for humanity.

The loud crunch of a lollipop draws your attention to Buddha. He spits the stick onto the ground and stands having a serious look on his face. You frown. Is there something wrong? Perhaps it is because a God had died.

"Zeus isn't gonna take this lightly," he utters.

You imagine not. Poseidon is his brother. And now he is dead. It's a double whammy of a situation.

"Well... It's about time we got you back to the stadium." Buddha pauses to fake a yawn. "I'll search for Yue-Lao."

This is a shame; you want to know what reason he had to tether you to Buddha. You agree with a nod despite the frown on your face. A hand appears in your line of sight and you raise a brow, turning your eyes to Buddha; an easy-going grin appears on his face.

"I'll walk you back."

"I appreciate it," you mention with a smile, taking his hand.

For some reason, this feels right.

You hardly know what to think about the 4th match or who to root for. The representative for the Humans is a well-known murderer, Jack the Ripper, whilst the Gods have Hercules on their side. It strikes you as odd that a man known for killing humans is representing them, but if his win gives the Humans a chance then there isn't much you can argue about.

It's a strange match is all.

Feeling the cord around your finger jerk, you glance down at it, curious as to what Buddha is doing. Perhaps he's looking for Yue-Lao himself. He had parted ways with you at the top of the stadium, haven took you to your section unbeknownst to the Humans around you.

The 4th match started soon after.

You sigh and lean back in your chair, watching the screen in front of you. So much is happening at once but your thoughts are on the attractive God that you are tethered to. You never got to ask him what he plans to do with you should Yue-Lao choose to leave the silken cord around your finger. It's a lot to consider, honestly; a lot you're not sure you are ready for.

A motion from the corner of your eye draws your attention to the scholar beside you, his name you are still unsure of. He looks shocked almost, pointing his finger toward something or someone past you. Raising a brow, you peek over your shoulder and notice a familiar God standing at the end of the aisle watching the screen.

You stand and quickly saunter over to him.

"Shaka?" His eyes turn to you as you call his name. "What are you doing here?"

Buddha grins.

"I came to get you. Are you ready?"

Did he find Yue-Lao?

"Of course."

Leading you away from the stadium, you silently walk beside him to a nearby hill outside the arena. The scenery is stunning, the most captivating thing you have ever seen. But where is Yue-Lao?

"Are we meeting him here?" You ask in confusion.

Buddha sits at the base of a large Bodhi tree and hums.

"Meeting who?"

Did he already forget?

"Yue-Lao," you answer with a sigh.

"I haven't looked for him," Buddha mentions with a yawn.

Is he serious? Your jaw tightens.

"Are you not even a little curious?"

"Hmm. No. Even as a joke we're bound for a reason. Besides... I'm not bothered by it," Buddha answers.

Your eyes widen in shock. How can he not be bothered? You are a human. He may have been at one time too, but the era of mankind is at an end. With an uneasy sigh, you sit beside him, looking out at the arena in the distance. The warm gentle breeze sways your hair and little by little you relax.

"I'm sorry about Poseidon. Hearing that a God was struck down by a human can't be easy," you utter.

Or lifting for that matter. It must have struck--

A boisterous laugh rings out from the God beside you as he tosses his head back.

"You're hilarious."

"I was being sincere," you argue.

Buddha hums and tilts his head toward you.

"There's no reason to apologize. He knew what he was signing up for... And honestly, he underestimated the Humans."

Reaching between the robes tied at his waist, he pulled out a lollipop.

"The same may happen to me when it's my turn," he continues, popping the sweet candy in his mouth. "Though I doubt it."

He's battling in the tournament too? Your jaw tightens in uncertainty. This isn't a good sign for the humans or you for that matter. Why is he telling you this? You narrow your eyes.

"If we lose... What do you plan to do with me?"

Buddha snorts and presses the lollipop between his cheek and teeth.

"You can come back to Nirvana with me if you chose to."

Your face heats up. Perhaps it's the cord, but his proposal sounds lovely. Forever with an easygoing and attractive God like him is tempting.

"May I have my lollipop now?"

With a grin, Buddha takes the one from his mouth and offers it to you. Maybe he didn't expect you to take it, because the moment you do, sliding the treat into your mouth, his blue eyes widen. The taste of blue raspberry coats your tongue as you eagerly lick it, feeling the small indentations from his canines.

"I thought you didn't want to swap spit with me," he reminds you.

"We're tethered, remember." You retort.

Shifting the lollipop between your teeth, you press down until the shell cracks. The wide-eyed expression on the God beside you makes you snort."

"Hold on! That's the last one," Buddha mentions with a whine, reaching for the stick.

You lean back out of his reach.

"You said you'd give me one."

"I said we'd share," he clarifies.

Perhaps he did, however, he ate the last one without sharing. You grin teasingly at him.

"I'll take my share then.

As your teeth crunch down on the candy, the God lunges at you, knocking you onto your back; you don't mean to, but the sudden movement causes your mouth to snap closed, crushing the lollipop to pieces. Buddha stares down at you, mouth slightly agape as he removes the barren stick from your lips. Oops. He shouldn't have lunged at you. The fact he is nestled between your thighs forces an embarrassed heat to your face. It also doesn't help that he looks stunning in this position; with wisps of light green hair dangling around his face.

You reach up and curl a lock around your finger, admiring the way it springs back into place.

"I'm sorry about––"

Pressure on your thighs makes you shiver as the God leans down, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. For a moment, your head begins to spin; a pleasant warmth erupts in your stomach and your eyes tear up. Is this a product of the tether? A simple kiss shouldn't be this intense. It's too tempting not to want more. You return the kiss, groaning softly as Buddha adds more pressure. Why is he kissing you? It's not like you are arguing, but there has to be a reason.

No way! Is he wanting the candy? You part from him, ignoring the light tug of your bottom lip between his, and narrow your eyes.

"That's a mean trick."

"I'm just taking my share," Buddha utters. A grin spreads across his face. "Or maybe I just want an excuse to taste you."

Goosebumps rise across your skin in response.

"It's unfair how insanely attractive you are," you mention. Sliding your legs around his waist, you shoot him a glare. "Take your share if you want it."

Pressing his thumb against your bottom lip as he leans down, Buddha gently ushers you to slightly open your mouth, giving you a brief kiss before his tongue meets yours. A low moan tickles your throat, relishing in the sensation of the God intimately sucking on your tongue. The sweet and fruity taste of blue raspberry nearly drives you mad; the aroma is everywhere.

Parting from you, a thin lead of blue-tented saliva connects his tongue to yours until he breaks it, chewing on the candy he swiped from your mouth. Honestly, you feel like a complete mess. You are aware that your face is heated, and that your pussy is humming in arousal. Staring pleadingly into your eyes, you notice the unusual lily pattern in his own. Were those always there?

"Your eyes are gorgeous."

With a grin, Buddha lifts you from the ground and into his lap; your legs remain securely around his waist. He quickly turns his attention to your ear, running his warm tongue along the shell before he drops to your neck, tasting your skin. This is unreal; the sensation is almost too much to bear. He's slowly driving you mad with want.

Guiding his hand down, you grin as Buddha catches on, sinking his fingers into the waistband of your pants, yanking them down a bit. You sit up on your knees to help him remove them. With them gone, he slides his hand between your thighs and sinks a finger into your warm pussy. As he spreads your walls, preparing you for what is to come, you lean in and kiss his candy-coated lips. It takes everything you can not to break the kiss and moan; another finger slides in, pumping into you. For someone rumored to be so peaceful, he is brutal on your pussy. But what will his cock feel like inside you?

Sucking on his tongue, you yank on his robes urging him to remove them or pull them up; the latter he soon does, pulling them over his knees. It doesn't surprise you to feel that he isn't wearing anything beneath them; his hard cock rests against your thigh. You groan as his fingers retreat, leaving you feeling empty. And no sooner a tight pressure feels you as he eases you down onto him to the base. You break the kiss with a sigh; you've honestly never felt so full in your life.

"Shaka," you utter almost anxiously.

Buddha grins and buries his short nails into your hips.

"Hold on to me."

You do as told, not able to contain the gleeful smile on your face as the God begins to rock you on his cock. It hurts a bit, but honestly, you don't care; the pain combined feels divine with the pleasure Buddha is giving you. A soft moan escapes his mouth, sending warm breath against your neck; it's the hottest thing you have ever heard. Your walls tighten in response.

There isn't much you can do but try to match his quick and rough pace, arching your back. You honestly feel like you are just along for the ride at this point. It feels so damn good. There's no way you can last like this; your entire body is already tensing up. It doesn't help that the God wrecking you is giving you the most sinful and possessive look; lily patterns decorate his gorgeous blue eyes.

A warm pressure in your stomach quickly consumes you, pushing you over the edge and into an intense orgasm. It's too much; you've never felt this satisfied before almost like you can't breathe. For a minute you forget to, clutching onto the God as you ride out your high. A cold sweat washes over you and strangely a low static-like noise permeates your ears. What is this? The world around you suddenly goes dark.

A moment later, you snap to, leaning up. The God beneath you is still but remains inside you.

"Welcome back. Are you OK?" Buddha asks.

"I... What just happened?"

Your head is light and your body feels completely worn out.

"You fainted, he answers.

What? There's no way. Your face heats up in embarrassment as you avert your attention from him. Is this even possible? Did your orgasm make you faint? You've never fainted from overstimulation before, but you've also never fucked a God before either.

"I'm sorry I––"

Buddha snorts, interrupting you.

"You fainted because you stopped breathing... though I'm flattered you thought it was because of me."

Is this what caused it? You are unsure of whether you should feel relieved or not. Regardless, it's a bit embarrassing. The feeling of his cock stretching your walls reminds you that he didn't finish. You'd feel terrible if you left him like this.

"Let me take care of you."

Buddha raises a brow.

You ease off him, humming as this action leaves your walls empty and sore. Resting your knees on the ground, you reach down, wrapping your hand around him. His shaft is slick with your arousal so at least you won't have a hard time going down on him. Licking your eager lips, you lean down and press a kiss against him. This almost feels wrong, sucking off a God, but at the moment, you don't care. Sliding open your mouth, you sink onto him, taking as much in as you can; oddly enough, you don't taste half bad.

Slowly at first, you bob your head. Your tongue presses tight against the underside of his shaft, not able to move much due to limited space, but you do your best to make this good for him. It's a shame you can't see his expression; a soft grunt is the only indication you have to go on. The idea that you can make a God come surrounds you with pride and you tilt your head a bit, taking him from another angle.

A hand in your hair urges you to take a quick look at Buddha. He is staring in the distance, mouth slightly open. As expected of a God, he's gorgeous like this. You hum, bobbing your head a bit fast; the grip on your hair tightens in response. At this pace, it isn't long before you hear him groan softly. His cock twitches as warm ropes of cum coats your tongue. You continue to slowly bob your head until he is done, then you lean up, resting on your legs with a pleased yet worn-out expression on your heated face.

Swallowing the mess in your mouth, you hum.

"Even as a soul, I feel exhausted."

Buddha grins.

"We'll rest after we find Yue-Lao." He pauses to raise his finger; the one with the cord attached to it. "You wanted to ask how to remove this, didn't you?"

You do. But maybe this arrangement isn't so bad. Buddha straightens himself out and makes a move to stand, but you quickly stop him, gripping his robes.

"Can we maybe wait? I just... want to see how this pans out."

"Having second thoughts?" Buddha asks.

Is it that obvious? You nod to clarify.

"You're not that bad, I suppose, for a God."

Buddha laughs and sits back down, leaning onto his side with his hand propping him up; the other pats the ground beside him. You accept his offer, laying on your side facing him; you honestly don't care that you're bare from the waist down. The light breeze and warm sun dancing across your skin are delightful.

"Shaka," you call, resting your eyes. "If the Humans win, may I still go with you to Nirvana?"

"It's your decision... with me changing sides, the chance of the Humans losing is slim," Buddha answers.

Is he serious? You open your eyes briefly to glance at him. He's not doing this for you, is he?

"Are you––"

Interrupting you with a yawn, he shuts his eyes.

"Rest. It won't be long before I go on."

There isn't a way to convince him otherwise once his mind is made up, it seems. No matter. A God on the side of the Humans is a big leap. Either way, whichever wins, you can't wait to see what this soulmate business is all about.