#can u tell i was ovulating when i wrote this

[wreckedandpolemic]

insatiable, is what she is - matty healy

prompt: love potion

(mdni) day 2 of the valentine75 prompts by the inimitable @abiiors <3 i hope i'm doing them justice

warnings: aphrodisiac use (lets pretend these are real its my mind palace ok), unprotected sex, mild breeding kink, oral (f receiving), degradation, dom/sub dynamic, choking, d word

You stare down at the chocolates sitting on the table, unassuming foil wrapped around an alluring promise. “You ready?” Matty asks, his tone chasing a shudder up your spine. You’d teased the idea of an aphrodisiac a little while ago, tempted by the idea of lust so uncontrollable it consumes you entirely. In his way, Matty had gone off and ordered it, and you’d both promptly forgotten until it was sitting innocently at your doorstep.

Smirking, you pick up a chocolate and tap it against his in a toast, twisting the wrapper off with your teeth and placing it on your tongue. The familiar tastes of chocolate and champagne fill your mouth as it melts, your tongue darting out to wet your lips.

You aren’t sure what to expect, studying Matty’s face carefully, searching for any sign that he’s affected. His eyes flicker over you and he laughs, giving a little, clueless shrug. “Waste of money, that, innit?”

“Give it some time,” you say, hand wandering to unbutton your blouse and grinning as Matty’s gaze drifts downward.

“That’s cheating,” he mutters, swallowing thickly. “You know your fucking tits drive me crazy.”

Raking your fingers through your hair, you lean and arch your back, pushing your chest out towards him. “Is it working yet?”

A smirk pulls at Matty’s lips and he shakes his head. “Nah. Just you, I think.”

You lean across the table with a pout. “Well, that just won’t do,” you say, spinning around in your chair and getting to your feet. “We’ve got to see if it works for real. Give it…” You examine the box. “Ten minutes, and we’ll see, hm? Good boy.” You pat his cheek patronisingly as he nods, swaying your hips purposefully as you stroll into the living room. A smile plays on your lips as Matty’s gaze burns brazenly into your ass, heat licking up your spine.

You kick back on the sofa, flipping through the channels and settling on some mindless sitcom, obnoxious laugh track blaring as you sift through your thoughts. It barely takes five minutes before heat is prickling under your skin and you’re sweating like you’ve just run a mile. Your hands act without your permission, stripping off your clothes and tossing them away, leaving you stretched out on the sofa in blush-pink lingerie. It barely works, the cool air brushing over you doing nothing to combat the fire roaring to life under your skin. You palm one of your tits and squeeze gently, that scant touch sending a bolt of desire through you.

Yeah, the chocolate definitely works.

Without you even noticing, arousal has started pooling in your underwear, damp as you dip a finger below your waistband. The pleasure is dramatically intense with the barest brush over your clit, shooting up your spine with a fierceness that sends you reeling. A moan slips from your lips, and, as if on cue, Matty cracks the living room door open. He looks as dishevelled as you feel, face flushed and sweating, damp curls sticking to his forehead, already stripped down to his boxers. You moan his name and his eyes blow impossibly wider as he crosses the room in two strides, collapsing on top of you and attacking your lips with fervour. Your legs tangle around his waist, grinding hard against his clothed cock, frenzied desire swallowing you whole.

“Need you,” you gasp out against his mouth, erratic bursts of pleasure snapping all over your body, the heat of him against you glorious and extreme all at once.

Matty moans into your mouth and you swallow the sounds greedily, your lips meeting in a slick, messy facsimile of a kiss. “Need you so fucking bad, fuck,” he hisses. “Couldn’t wait any longer, can’t keep my fucking hands off you.” He shoves his boxers down his legs and kicks them to the floor, his red, dripping cock thudding against his belly.

Your hips rock as you discard your panties, a whine falling from your lips when Matty’s rough fingers find your clit, rubbing over it for the briefest second and sending a pulse of white-hot euphoria shrieking through you. “Don’t tease,” you beg. “Need your fucking cock, Matty, please,” you whimper, savouring his low moan as you grasp his drooling cock and guide it to your greedy, dripping cunt.

“Fuck, princess.” Matty’s breathing is shaky as he pushes into you, filling you in one fluid stroke that knocks the breath from your lungs, your cunt clenching around his cock like a vice. “Love this cunt so much, yeah? Love your pretty hole taking my cock over and over and over.” He punctuates the words with deep, intense thrusts that have you unspooling faster and faster with every passing second, the pornographic sounds of your hips meeting driving you wild. Matty dips his head to bite savagely at your neck and chest, sucking stark, red bruises into your skin.

Thrashing under him, incoherent curses fall from your lips; you pant as your heartbeat races, hammering like a wounded animal. Heat pools in your core, your cunt wet and sticking your thighs, your head swimming in pleasure. Matty rubs tight, fast circles into your clit, fire catching under your skin and raging into a blaze that melts your flesh and chars your bones. “God, you feel so fucking good,” you whimper. “More, harder, please.” Your voice cracks on the last syllable, breaking into a drawn-out, desperate whine that has Matty groaning into your mouth.

His hips snap against yours with abandon, your eyes rolling back as you struggle to breathe through the sheer pleasure that crushes your lungs. “That’s it,” Matty murmurs, breaths coming hot and heavy against your lips. You swallow greedy lungfuls of him, intoxicated. “Good girl. My pretty little slut. Fucking drunk on my cock, hm?” A smirk stretches wide and filthy across his lips, bruised and spit-slick. “Gonna fill you up, yeah? Have you fuckin’ dripping for me,” he promises, his words sending steady drips of hot pleasure down your spine. Matty’s eyes go wide and he smirks down at you. “You like that? You like hearing how bad I wanna cum in this sweet cunt? Want me to stuff you full, put a fucking baby in you?”

Your mouth falls open in a silent gasp, filthy words washing over you like a prayer. One last harsh circle over your clit, and you scream, the taste of iron filling your mouth as you bite down hard on Matty’s lower lip. Euphoria spills over you in unending waves, your grip on your consciousness going slack as Matty fucks into you over and over. He spills inside you with a sound that starts as your name and crumbles into a long, low moan, murmuring how he adores your cunt and how pretty it looks pumped full of him. 

You’re dizzy, back arching and body sweat-soaked as you come down from your high, whining when Matty pulls out of you. It barely takes the edge off, your body still simmering and weak with desire. “Want more,” you beg, grabbing at him as he pouts down at you, the faint edge of humiliation coiling hot and heavy in your core.

“Sweet baby,” he croons. “Let me take you to bed, hm?” You crush your lips against his in lieu of an answer, your stomach swooping as he scoops you off the sofa and gets to his feet. Your legs stay twined around his waist, grinding your cunt against his stomach and moaning wantonly into his mouth.

You only make it a few feet before Matty is depositing you on the kitchen island, kissing over the bruises on your neck as he makes his way down your body. “Drive me fucking crazy, love. Need to eat you. Please?” he murmurs, kissing over your thighs as you giggle and squirm.

Carding a hand through Matty’s greying curls, you rest your legs over his shoulders. “So fucking pretty when you’re on your knees for me. Fucking cuntstruck, yeah?” Patting his cheek, you shift your hips, arching your back to press your cunt towards him.

His tongue darts out to brush over your clit and you gasp, a bright spark of pleasure buzzing intensely up your spine. Your hand fists in his hair and you drag his head so his mouth meets your skin. A silent gasp falls from your lips as Matty works his tongue over you in long, sloppy strokes, alternating between sucking your clit and lapping at your hole in a toe-curling rhythm. Unbidden, your hips grind against his face, ecstasy churning in your belly as your hands white-knuckle the edge of the counter.

Matty moans into your cunt, the sound rolling through you deliciously, white-hot pleasure flooding your vision as your eyes screw shut. “Taste so fucking good,” Matty murmurs reverently, palms gliding over your thighs and sending a shiver up your spine. “I can taste myself on you. So fucking hot,” he adds, burying his head back between your thighs and tongue-fucking you wildly.

Pulses of heat throb desperately in your cunt, a second heartbeat jackhammering against Matty’s mouth. His fingers come up to rub at your clit, calluses scraping at your tender nerves gloriously. Your thighs clench around his head, trapping him in place as he eats you like a man starved. Pleasure builds at the base of your spine, spreading through your limbs and setting your head spinning as you grind desperately against Matty’s mouth. The elastic band of tension in your belly pulls tighter and tighter until it rends in two, shockwaves coursing through you as you gasp and writhe. Your vision whites out, euphoria overtaking you, so hot it’s blinding.

Matty moans softly between your legs, murmuring encouragingly as your arousal drips down his chin, your cunt pulsing with the aftershocks. The storm of desire still rages under your skin, wanton and begging, thick and sticky in your lungs as you struggle for breath. He gets to his feet, leaning down to kiss you, and you lick the taste of you out of his mouth eagerly. On instinct, your legs lock around his waist, your wrecked, soaking cunt pressing against his cock. “Think you can take one more?” Matty asks, nails biting into your hips as he lifts you off the counter.

“If you don’t fucking split me open on your fucking cock in the next five fucking seconds—” Matty cuts you off with a searing kiss, your lips tender and swollen against his as he carries you into the bedroom.�� You smile blissfully up at him as you fall against the sheets, his eyes blown wide and his jaw slack. “Come on, baby,” you moan, hand falling to toy with your clit. You’re greedy, soaked in a pleasure so all-consuming that you can’t think of anything but him. You want him more than you think you’ve ever wanted anything. “Can have me any way you want, just want your fucking cock.” Your words come out slurred, thick with desire.

Matty holds still, eyes roving over you. How he has so much control over himself still, you can’t begin to fathom. Then, a muscle jumps in his jaw, his fists clenching, and you realise how hard he’s fighting for it. You widen your legs and moan theatrically, showing off for him, and you watch the thread of his control snap. “Fucking slut,” he hisses as he collapses on top of you. “Greedy little whore. Fucking gagging for my dick, yeah?” he murmurs between kisses so hungry they border on violence. “So fucking wet and needy,” he adds, trailing teasingly across your cunt, sharp pleasure spiking when he meets your oversensitive nerves. “Just a pretty little hole for me, hm?”

“Yeah,” you moan out, whining needily. “‘M your whore, Matty, please—”

Your words break off with a gasp as Matty rests a hand around your throat; not yet choking you, just a warning, a promise that tingles deliciously up your spine. “Shh,” Matty murmurs, soothing tone at impossible odds with the pressure of his hand at your throat. “Be a good fucktoy for me, yeah? Nice and quiet?” You nod frantically, your grasp on language faltering, slipping from your mind to make room for the ever-growing pool of desire swelling there.

A dizzying burst of pleasure wracks you as Matty tightens his hand around your throat and fucks into you at the same moment. Your pulse hammers under his fingers, your heart racing so fast it’s deliriating, your limbs heavy with euphoria. A string of pathetic whines and moans fall from your lips as Matty — there’s no other word for it — pounds into you, the mattress squeaking rhythmically with every thrust. The stretch burns deliciously in your sore cunt, the angle mind-numbing as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“My pretty girl,” Matty murmurs reverently. “You love this, don’t you? Being a good little toy for Daddy?” Your mind goes blank, breath trapped in your lungs, your body suspended in endless pleasure. It’s constant, unyielding, stronger than you’ve ever felt, your cunt clenching around Matty’s cock, every thrust drawing you closer to rapture. Matty watches the change in your face with a smirk, gripping your throat harder as he speaks. “Daddy’s little slut, yeah? Just a pretty hole for me to fuck, hm? Get off on being used like this?”

You moan out something that sounds enough like yes to satisfy him, and he lifts his hand from your neck to grip your jaw, pulling your mouth open. Your tongue lolls out expectantly, and his spit lands in your eager mouth. Eyes fluttering closed, you swallow obediently, a shudder rolling over you when Matty returns his hand to your throat. “‘M so close, Daddy, please,” you whine, rocking your hips up to meet his as ecstasy wipes you clean.

“I don’t care,” he hisses, punctuating his words with another squeeze against your throat. “Shut up and fucking take it like a good girl, yeah?” His words wash over you, degradation striking you with all the tenderness of a caress. Slick, pornographic sounds ring out, your world going fuzzy at the edges as a yawning chasm of pure bliss opens under you. You balance precariously on the edge, your orgasm pulling you closer every time Matty’s hips meet yours. “You feel so fucking good around my cock, princess. Such a good little cumdump for Daddy. My pretty toy.”

His words tip you over the edge, praise sliding sweetly against the burn of humiliation. Your world shatters into sparks that burn behind your eyes as you come harder than you think you ever have. A scream you’re only vaguely aware is yours rings out, arousal gushing out of you and soaking Matty, puddling on the sheets under you. Chest heaving, you gasp for breath, clutched in euphoria so dramatically intense you aren’t fully sure you haven’t died.

Your body shudders, wracking with aftershocks and finally sated as Matty fucks you through, making good on his promise to use you like a toy. He offers you the small mercy of lifting his hand from your throat, eyes glazed as he gazes down at you. “Fucking hell, angel. Such a good girl, squirting on my dick. ‘M so fucking close, fuck.” Matty drops his head to kiss you, muffling his whines against your mouth as he comes, cock twitching and pulsing, pumping you full and painting your insides.

You pout at the loss when he pulls out, and he chuckles fondly, thumbing over your bruised lips. “Such a good girl,” Matty says. “Did so well, princess.”

Still cradled in bliss, you smile beatifically up at him. “‘M your good girl,” you murmur happily, eyes slipping closed.

“Yeah, you are,” he whispers, rolling off you and pulling you close, gathering you into the safety of his arms. “That was fucking amazing, darling. Can’t believe I made you fucking squirt,” he adds, awed, and you can hear in his voice that he’s going to make a mission out of recreating it.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you tease, finally coming back to yourself. “Never been that horny in my life. Fucking chocolate.”

You giggle when Matty pinches your hip in response. “Oi. Thought I fucked all the brat out of you already.” He brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear, adoration plain on his face as he watches you smile and blink sleepily.

“You’d try,” you scoff, whining and cuddling closer when he tries to move.

“Baby, we really need to get cleaned up,” Matty says with a quiet laugh, extricating himself from your arms and padding into the bathroom.

Matty runs you a bath, acting a complete gentleman the whole time, cleaning you diligently and crooning apologies at all the right moments. The steady thump of his heartbeat lulls you, your body bone-deep exhausted against him. Somehow, in that time you lost to your hazy, satisfied mind, he’s changed your sheets. He pulls one of his shirts over your head and lays you down gently, letting you relax against the crisp smoothness of the fresh sheets. Limpet-like, you cling to Matty as he falls next to you, tucking your head into the crook of his neck; the warm, familiar scent of him envelops you as your eyes finally flutter closed.

[kibblz-n-bitz]

Putting On A Show

Summary: After liberating a country, you and Luffy have some "fun" in front of an audience.

8k words

Tags: Exhibitionism (obviously), multiple orgasms, squirting, a hint of humiliation, creampie, oral sex, penetrative sex, biting

I've worked so hard on this fic! I hope y'all enjoy (I know I did😉)

Laughter and joy filled the air. You let out a relieved sigh, turning to your captain sitting at the head of the table. Bandages littered his skin, reminders of their most recent battle. Despite them, he was laughing and clapping along to the music Brook was playing. 

It was a fierce battle on some random island you and your crew had managed to stumble upon. Some powerful pirate had taken over the land, and the people on it lived in fear. It was only a matter of time before your captain decided to defeat the other pirate, just because someone had shown him charity (All it took was a little girl giving him a sandwich). The strawhats were all exhausted from the battle, but ready to relax with a banquet held in their name. You smiled to yourself as you looked around at your crewmates. 

The king of the island approached your table. You were giggling and chatting with Nami about stealing when he cleared his throat, announcing his presence to the distracted pirates. 

“I cannot express my gratitude enough,” He began, “I never would have thought that pirates would be the ones to liberate my country as they were also the ones to enslave it. Please, help yourself to as much food and drink as you’d like. There’s plenty to go around.”

“We will.” Zoro and Luffy said in unison.

“There is another matter I would like to discuss with your captain.” He cleared his throat once more, trying to get the attention of Luffy, who had his mouth stuffed with food in a matter of seconds. “Walk with me, if you will.”

“Can I take this with me?” Luffy picked up the biggest bowl of meat he could find. The king chuckled with a “but of course.”

The king left with your captain and his food in tow, and the strawhats went back to their own plates.

“What do you think that was all about? Seemed kinda serious.” Usopp noted as he brought some noodles into his mouth.

“Maybe he’s giving us some treasure as a gift!” Nami squealed, her eyes practically turning into Beri signs.

“Or perhaps he’s lured our captain away so he could kill him while nobody was around.” Robin said. Usopp shouted “that’s not funny!” as Chopper and Nami stared at her with a shocked expression.

“Gimme a break. You think that old bastard could take out our captain?” Zoro huffed as he took a swig of his drink. His cheeks were a bit flushed, as he was well onto his 18th cup of sake. “He’s probably just thanking Luffy or somethin’. Nothing our captain can’t handle.”

You leaned back in your chair. Despite everyone’s dismissive behavior, you really were curious as to what the two were discussing. Like Usopp pointed out, the king looked rather serious. But Zoro was right, if he was a threat then Luffy could definitely handle it. Your captain was reliable like that, and it was one of the many qualities you loved him for.

Your relationship with your captain was relatively new. You had joined the strawhat pirate crew after they had reunited in Sabaody. It was a funny coincidence, actually. At that time, you had heard many stories about Strawhat Luffy and his wild behavior. Of course, most of your information came from news articles, so naturally he was painted as a violent criminal, untamed and extremely dangerous (As if his bounty wasn’t intimidating enough). But, the first time you had ever laid eyes on him, he was running around with some big ass backpack on, and a mustache- a poor excuse for a disguise. The marines were around and he looked frantic, unintentionally drawing more and more attention to himself.

You rolled your eyes. Was this really the guy who declared war against the world government? The same guy who fought at Marineford? Really? You decided to take pity on the poor boy as he ran around the archipelago like a chicken without its head. When he ran past you, you quickly grabbed the bag he had on his back and used its weight to shove him into a nearby alley. Surprisingly, the alley was wide enough that the bag fit. 

“What the hell are you doing?” You whisper-yelled. Luffy shook his head, as if he just now realized he was in an alley with you and not out in the open anymore.

“I’m looking for my crew. There’s too many marines out there. Stupid marines.” He huffed, crossing his arms. You fought the urge to laugh. He looked a little ridiculous with his disguise. 

“You’re Monkey D. Luffy, right?” 

“Yep. That’s me!” He grinned, before pausing and slapping his hands over his mouth. “I-I mean… Whoooo’re you talking about? I dunno that guy. He sounds kinda cool though.”

You laughed. He was such a terrible liar. It was almost… cute. The way he pursed his lips and refused to make eye contact as he pretended as if he didn’t blow his own cover a few seconds before.

“Don’t worry Luffy. I’m not gonna sell you out.” You snickered.

“Then why did ya help me?” He asked with a tilt of his head. You hummed to yourself, thinking. You weren’t entirely sure yourself. You just felt the need to help him when he was lost.

“I don’t know. I just figured you could use it. Your disguise is pretty shitty by the way,” You said as you stretched, considering your next words carefully. “I can… help you find your crew, if you’d like.”

The boy lit up. He jumped forward and grabbed your shoulders, his eyes shining like stars. You briefly regretted your decision, wondering if you’d made a mistake.

“REALLY? That would be great!!!! Thank you!” He practically shouted. You slapped a hand over his mouth as you noticed an officer nearby turn his head in your direction. There was no way in hell this boy could get around the archipelago by himself and not get caught.

“Could you at least try to be quiet? I’m doing you a favor here.” You chastised him and sighed, once again doubting your decision. “Do you know where you’re supposed to be meeting them?”

Luffy nodded and told you the grove he needed to be at. You weren’t too far away, but the minute you got closer to their ship Luffy took off, grabbing your hand and dragging you in the process. So much for leading him there, you grumbled to yourself in your head.

Once Luffy saw the Sunny he immediately catapulted himself towards it, taking you along with him. You didn’t expect him to take you with him. In fact, you weren’t even sure if Luffy was aware that he’d brought you along with him, because he never looked back once the Sunny came into view. You watched as his crew cried out and hugged him, feeling a bit out of place. You inched to the side of the ship, looking for a place to get off and back onto the ground. 

“Luffy, who is that?” a voice called attention to you. You blushed and pushed yourself to the rails, nervous under the infamous pirates gazes. This is it, you panicked internally, they’re gonna think I’m an intruder and try to kill me. Images of news stories warning of crew members like the hunter Roronoa Zoro and Nico Robin flooded your mind, and you swallowed. Your mouth was dry.

“That’s my friend! She’s the one who helped me get here actually.” Luffy chirped, running to stand next to you. The boy snickered, “If it weren’t for her, I would’ve been caught by the marines!”

“Okay, what’s her name?” Zoro asked, arms crossed and heads tossed to the side. God, he was fucking scary. Sporting a scarred eye and bulging muscles.

“It’s… uh...” Luffy trailed off, hand to his chin. He turned to you. “What’s ya name again?”

“STOP BRINGING RANDOM PEOPLE YOU DON’T KNOW THE NAMES OF ONTO THE SHIP!” Nami barked as she conked her captain on the head.

“It’s… Y/N. I didn’t know that I’d be meeting you all here, I just saw Luffy and it seemed like he needed my help, so…” You trailed off, unsure of yourself. You cursed yourself mentally. I’m making myself sound like a wet napkin, you groaned mentally. 

“Y/N!!! Welcome to my crew!” Luffy laughed and slapped a hand onto your back. You choked on your spit. What the fuck did he just say?

“LUFFY!” The entire group shouted in unison.

“Whaat? It’s no big deal. She’s really strong!” That much was true. You spent your days as an assassin and that required a lot of training. Luffy huffed and crossed his arms. “And anyways, I’m the captain and I want her on my crew!”

“Luffy, did you even ask her if she wants to join? She looks uncomfortable.” Nami let out a frustrated sigh, bringing a hand to her temples. “I have to apologize for my captain Y/N. He can be a selfish, reckless idiot most of the time. Would you like to join us?” 

You smiled. Of course he was. But the more time you spent with him, the more you felt drawn to him. He had some sort of boyish charm, wild and carefree. He inspired you, and you felt disappointed at the thought of leaving him and going back to your boring, repetitive life.

You looked at Luffy and met his gaze. He grinned at you. Maybe joining him was a good idea. Was it crazy to want adventure in your life? You weren’t sure, but you wanted to find out. Turning back to Nami, you nodded with a surge of confidence.

Smiling to yourself, you remembered your days with Luffy. You were both drawn to each other, and the crew noticed immediately. It didn’t take long for you to warm up to the crew either. They all loved you the way you loved them. And it didn’t hurt that you were quite attractive. Curvy and soft, you loved the way you looked and it was safe to say that others did too.

You were lost in thought when Luffy roamed back to the table, without the bowl. He had a weird look on his face, like he was thinking really hard about something. That was definitely a first for Luffy.

“Something the matter, buddy?” Franky asked. “What’d that old geezer want with ya anyway?”

“He told me somethin’ about me and Y/N,” He said as he scooped food onto a brand new plate. No clue where he even got it from. Your brow raised. “He said somethin’ ‘bout a tradition ceremony or somethin’. Has to do with me and her. He said there was free food! And treasure after the event ceremony thing!”

Nami squealed, fist bumping the air. You were still confused. “What event, Luffy? And what do we have to do with it?”

“Somfin abou a…” Luffy swallowed the food in his mouth he was trying to speak around. “Constipation… in front of an audience I think? He said it’s s’posed to be really fun for us though.”

Your face scrunched, you were even more confused than before. The rest of the crew looked at each other, equally as confused. They knew their captain gravely misunderstood something important the king had said, and it was up to them to decipher what he meant. They sat in silence for a minute before the king once again approached the table.

“Before those pirates had taken over our village, we had a tradition during banquets like these. A couple chosen for the night would feast, consummate in front of an audience, and be rewarded with riches and good fortune afterward.”

In a matter of seconds, Sanji spit the wine he was taking a sip of onto Zoro. You choked on your own saliva and, at the same time as Nami, cried out “WHAT?” Usopp flushed and Robin did as well, she brought a hand to her mouth with an almost scandalized gasp. Luffy looked around, confused. 

“Huh? What? What does that mean?” Luffy asked with a tilt to his head.

“Forget it! They’re not gonna do some weird sex show for you damn perverts!” Nami yelled, pointing at the king. His expression remained the same- a kind, seemingly warm smile.

“Oh it is certainly more than that. It is an act our ancestors have honored for a very long time. It is to honor the couple, to bring them good fortune. We see it as a tribute of sorts.” He tried to explain.

“Waow! Didn’t know this island was full of perverts.” Franky chuckled with approval.

“Well, it’s kinda too late to say no now, ‘cause I already agreed to it.” Luffy shrugged before shoving more food into his mouth. Your mouth went dry as another wave of shock passed over the group.

“YOU IDIOT!” Nami hollered at her captain. “Do you ever think about anyone other than yourself? Think about Y/N! What if she doesn’t want to do this?”

Luffy blinked, then turned to you. He hadn’t thought about that. Luffy didn’t really care whether or not people saw the two of you together. The captain lived without an ounce of shame in his body, so the prospect of food, sex with you, and treasure sounded like a really good idea. But the way you were staring down at the table told him you didn’t think so.

You were silent for a minute as the crew argued with each other. Looking up at the king, you asked, “How much treasure?”

The crew went silent as they waited for the king’s response.

“We have lots of gold and riches left from the old pirates.” The king stroked his beard in thought. “And since you’ve helped our kingdom, we are willing to give you half.”

Nami’s jaw dropped. She whipped her head to you, and you felt you knew what she was going to say. But instead, she sighed.

“Y/N… you don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” She reminded you as she placed her hands on your shoulders. The navigator sat back down in her seat beside you as you stared at your plate once again, thinking. You could feel the crews’ eyes on you, waiting for your decision. 

You mentally weighed the pros and cons of actually going through with this. On one hand, you were a little embarrassed at the thought of showing such an intimate part of yourself to a bunch of strangers. But on the other, more convincing hand, there was a really big reward at the end. It’s not like you were going to see these people again anyways. Was an hour or two of getting plowed by your boyfriend in front of a crowd worth it for millions or beris worth of treasure? 

Yes, you decided, it was.

“I’ll do it.” You turned to the king. He nodded with the same smile on his face as before. 

“Very well. I will make preparations at once. Our servants will fetch you when the time is right.” With that, the king had left the room.

An awkward silence momentarily fell over the group. Usopp and Sanji stared at you with mouths wide, in shock. Nami was also surprised, if the look on her face said anything about it.

“Didn’t take you for a pervert either, Y/N!” Franky said with a chuckle.

“Y/N… are you sure you want to do this? It’s okay if you don’t want to… we’d all understand if you called this off.” Nami reached over to grab your hand, concern etched onto her face. “Don’t do this just for us.”

“Trust me, I’m not.” You reassured Nami and held her hand. “And I’m not a pervert either, Franky. I just figured that if Luffy doesn’t care, then why should I? It’s not like we’ll be visiting this island again. And besides- we’re pirates! I’d be damned if I’m letting all that treasure go to waste.”

“Well, if you say so. Just don’t say we didn’t warn you.” Usopp shrugged, his face a little flushed.

“Hm? What do you mean, Usopp?” You placed your chin on your hand and leaned forward a bit, a shit-eating grin crawling onto your face. You narrowed your eyes at him across the table. “You wanna watch?”

You laughed when he screamed, a flush blooming onto his face. He sputtered and the others joked around, falling back into their casual banter. You watched them resume their old conversation when you felt a hand lace through yours. You smiled, knowing it was Luffy. He was physically affectionate, and loved holding your hand whenever he could.

“‘M sorry I didn’t ask ya first.” Luffy said as he finished off his 4th plate. That boy could eat. 

“It’s okay. Besides, this should be fun, right?” You nudged him with your shoulder, giggling at his wide grin. He nodded eagerly.

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You stared at yourself in the mirror, hands clammy and body cold. You were nervous, now that ceremony was moments away. 

Earlier, two maids came to collect you from where you were sitting with your crew. There was a small preparation ritual you needed to go through, they explained. They led you to some sort of spa-room, with various amounts of fruits and pastries on a table in one corner. They encouraged you to help yourself and relax. You took a warm bath, with sweet scented herbs wafting through the air and petals in the tub. After you had climbed out, there was clothing laid out for you. A white silk feathered robe, one that hugged your curves and felt smooth against your skin. Nothing else.

I guess they want us to get straight to the point, you thought to yourself. You rolled your shoulders, trying to shake the anxiety out of your bones. You wished Luffy were with you. He’d kiss your fears away and tell you that you’d be fine. He’d help you get out of your head and live in the moment. But he wasn’t here. The royal servants had you two prepare yourselves in separate rooms. A soft smile spread across your face as you thought of Luffy, who had probably eaten all the treats laid out for him and asked for more. 

Sitting on a cushy loveseat, you ate some fruit and anxiously awaited the servants’ return. Waiting like this would kill you, but it wasn’t like you could leave and find your boyfriend yourself. You would just have to sit here, just you and your brain, and wait to be called so you could have sex in front of a crowd. No big deal. 

A soft knock on the door saved you from your spiraling thoughts. The servant from before peeked her head through it. “Ms. L/N? The ceremony is ready for you now.”

They led you down a strange and looming hallway. You tried to psych yourself up. It worked at first, but started to lose its effect the more you walked.

“Y/N? HEEEEY!” You heard a shout from behind you. You didn’t get the chance to turn before a weight collided with your back, pushing you forward. Steadying yourself, you reached an arm back to pet through the soft, jet-black hair you knew you’d find. 

“Hi Luffy.” You smiled. You could feel your anxiety melting away in his presence.  You could feel the warmth of his smile as he tightened his arms around you and nuzzled into the back of your neck. This is what you loved about him. The way he was able to calm your nerves and make you feel so safe and warm just by being near him. “You excited?”

“Hmm? For what?” Luffy unraveled himself off of you so he could lace your fingers together. The two of you kept walking, following the royal servants. They claimed you two were nearing the ceremony’s auditorium. You raised an eyebrow at Luffy before realization dawned across his face. “Oh! That?” he shrugged, “I dunno. I’m more excited about bein’ with ya. I don’t really care if people see us, so it doesn’t make much of a difference to me.”

You blushed at Luffy’s boldness, but you had expected an answer like that from someone like him. With a squeeze of his hand, the two of you approached two large doors.

“Beyond these doors is the entrance to the stage, where you two will be conducting the ceremony. We wish you the best of luck and we thank you for all that you have done for us.” The servants bowed their heads and opened the doors.

You and Luffy looked at each other and you took a deep breath before nodding and stepping through them together.

You and him walked onto a stage. A large bed was placed in the middle of it. White sheets, a couple pillows, and a small nightstand with two water bottles were the only things there. You swallowed, mouth dry. You heard a few cheers as the two of you made your way to the bed. Luffy looked at you. He had a feeling you might be nervous, so he squeezed your hand before lifting his other to your face and pulling you in. His lips met yours. It was… surprisingly gentle. Normally Luffy is fueled by passion lit deep in his stomach. But when his face pressed against yours, he was sweet and soft.  

“Don’t think about them,” He murmured against your lips when he pulled back. He brought the hand that held yours to the other side of your face, cradling your head between his palms. He felt so warm. “Just focus on me, yeah?” 

You nodded and sighed into his mouth when he pulled you in once more. You were so wrapped up in your lips moving against Luffy’s you didn’t notice you were moving, until Luffy pulled away to sit back on the bed. His hands slid to your waist, pulling you onto his lap. He pulled his hat from where it hung against his collarbone to place it on the bed. His garments were similar to yours in that they were silky white, but he only wore baggy parachute pants held up with a drawstring. You assumed he was also bare underneath, if his half hard length had anything to say about it. You whined into his mouth as you straddled him, one hand buried in his soft jet-black hair. The other trailed down his neck and over the X-shaped scar on his chest. Luffy gasped into your mouth, his scar tissue sensitive. His hands tightened on your waist and he pushed you onto him, trying to garner a bit of friction against his rapidly hardening member. 

“F-fuck, Y/N…” It was Luffy’s turn to sigh into your mouth. With a shudder, he brought up a hand to undo the belt that held your robe closed. When it fell open, Luffy grabbed your waist- underneath the robe this time. You whimpered when his hand gripped your flesh and squeezed, his palms igniting fires against your skin. When he went to pull the robe off of you, you stopped him.

“Not yet.” You whispered against his lips when he tilted his head at you in confusion. He seemingly understood because he went back to wrestling his tongue with yours, your kisses becoming more and more heated as time passed. You swayed your hips against his, reveling in the whine that escaped from Luffy’s mouth. He seemed to get a little more restless, because he suddenly stood, giggling when you gasped against him. He turned around with you in his arms, before tossing you onto the bed. You yelped.

“L-Luffy!” You looked at him, scandalized. Luffy shrugged it off with a laugh, kicking off his sandals and crawling after you. He had a dark look in his eyes as he situated himself between your legs. The two of you laid together on the bed with your sides facing the audience. You figured Luffy did it this way so you wouldn’t have to face them directly, and your heart swelled with love for the man in front of you. He could be considerate when it really mattered, and it made moments like these all the more special. Your hand twisted into his hair and pulled him back down to you. He groaned into your mouth and rutted his hips into yours. He was hard, painfully so, and you wanted to help him the way you knew how. You locked your legs and rolled him over. He grunted in surprise at the position change, blinking up at you with wide eyes. You pressed a kiss to his lips playfully and pulled back to sit on top of him.

“Let me take care of you right now, m’kay?” You leaned back down and pressed kisses to his neck. Luffy groaned, head falling back against the pillow. His breath came quicker as you trailed kisses down his chest, pausing momentarily to suck on a nipple, before continuing downward. He was full on panting by the time you reached his navel. “Luffy… Look at me. Watch me.”

He brought his head up from the pillow and blinked his eyes open to watch you. You pulled back momentarily to undo the drawstring of his pants. You slid the silk down his hips, eyeing down his length as it slapped against his lower belly. He pushed himself up onto his hands to watch you move your hair out of your face and grip his length, hissing through his teeth as you gave it a few pumps. You brought it to your mouth and kissed the tip sweetly, before locking eyes with your captain again and dragging your tongue up the underside of his dick. He hissed as you traced the vein running along his dick, and grunted when you finally sealed your lips around his tip

“Fhh- Y/N… stop teasing,” Luffy whined, his hips squirming to try and get you to take more into your mouth. You grinned as much as you could and pushed his hips down against the bed. Deciding to have mercy on the poor boy, you tightened your lips around him and sucked gently, taking him deeper into your mouth. He groaned as he watched you bring a hand to stroke his dick, using your spit to help your hand glide easier. You whined at the feeling of his weight on your tongue, bobbing your head. Luffy was shaking, bringing a hand to card through your hair. You could tell he was trying to be patient and not fuck your throat the way he wanted to, so you decided to reward him by swallowing him deeper. He let out a cry before whimpering, “C-can I? Please?” 

“Please what, Luffy?” You pulled off of his dick with a pop and stroked him as you waited for him to answer. He squirmed and whimpered as you gripped him tighter. “Use your words.”

Luffy let out an exasperated sigh as he held your face, forcing you to look at him. “Can I fuck your throat? Please?”

You hummed and nodded, kissing his tip before opening your mouth, the flat of your tongue pressing against the underside of his dick. Looking up at Luffy, the two of you locked eyes as you sucked him deeper, deeper down your throat until your nose nestled in the coarse hair at the base of his cock. He threw his head back and groaned as his hand tightened in your hair, holding your head in place. His hips ground against your face. Drool spilled out of the sides of your mouth, your chin sloppy and messy. You tried to hold your breath as your throat constricted around his cock. When he finally loosened his grip on your hair, you pulled back to catch your breath. You didn’t take too long though, because after a moment you dove forward again, pushing yourself past the tears that slid down your cheeks. You hummed as Luffy used his hold on you to build up a steady rhythm, alternating between bobbing you up and down his length and stuffing himself down your throat.

Luffy was panting and whining, and you could tell he was close before he stuttered the warning to you. This made you double your efforts, sucking him down and swirling your tongue around his cock. Luffy let out a broken moan, and that was all the warning you got before he pushed you as far as he could go. You held yourself still as he released down your throat, swallowing as much as you could. Luffy always came a lot, so even when he released you and you pulled back you still had enough cum in your mouth keeping it full. You blinked up at him through teary lashes and swallowed, panting and finally taking the chance to catch your breath. Fuck, you looked absolutely wrecked. Teary-eyed, flushed, and face covered in drool and cum, you sat back on your haunches. At some point, your robe had slipped off your shoulders, revealing your gasping chest. 

“Fuck Y/N.” Luffy cursed as he pulled you in for a kiss. “Ya felt. So. Fucking. Good.” He gasped in between kisses. You whimpered into his mouth, shrugging the rest of the robe off and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His hand found your waist as the other cradled the back of your head, deepening the kiss. You loved his hands. They left scorching trails in their wake, seemingly lighting up your body from the inside out. You wanted him so badly, the crowd of people watching you far from your mind. Your thoughts quickly vanished from your mind when Luffy swiped a finger through your folds, sighing at how wet he found you. He kissed down your neck as he slipped a finger inside of you. You sighed and humped his hand, twisting a hand into his hair. He smirked from where he was sucking a mark into your neck. He surprised you again by picking you up and turning around, laying you against the pillows.

“My turn!” He chirped against your lips as he began kissing down your body. He stopped to leave a few love bites, sucking on your neck and collar. When he reached your chest, he sucked a nipple into his mouth, bringing up a hand to play with the other. His other hand dove lower. You whined, squirming as he toyed with your clit and pinched your nipple at the same time. He kissed and nipped at your chest, delighting in the marks he left behind. He gave equal attention to your other breast before continuing his descent, groping and squeezing your body. He loved how soft you were. It made you really fun to cuddle and he loved the bruises his fingers would leave behind from grabbing your hips too tightly. He looked up at you when he finally reached your dripping cunt. He moved your legs to rest over his shoulders as he pressed kisses to your plush thighs. Using his hold on your legs, he spread them a little more, smiling as he gazed down at your wet pussy. He licked his lips, suddenly giddy. “Ready?”

He didn’t wait for your answer before he ran his tongue through your folds. Your gasp turned into a whimper as his tongue lapped over you more, flicking your clit. He groaned into your cunt at your taste on his tongue. Luffy continued with his languid swipes before pushing his tongue a little deeper, ducking past your entrance. This is where his devil fruit came in handy! His tongue stretched into you, flicking at your walls before retreating, only to repeat a mere second later. Your hips twitched and you whined out into the air before gasping for breath. Your hand reached down to run a hand into Luffy’s hair. The other grasped the pillow. Luffy looked up at you as he plunged his tongue deeper and deeper into you, playfulness shining in his eyes at your reaction. You moaned and writhed against him out of your mind with pleasure.

“M-more… Luffy,” You mewled as you clenched around his tongue. He switched up, pulling his tongue out of you and replacing it with his fingers. He huffed against your cunt, taking a moment to catch his breath. It didn’t last long though, because soon enough he nosed his way forward, sealing his lips around your clit. He sucked the bundle of nerves into his mouth as he dipped two fingers inside of you. Slick, wet noises filled the air. You cried out and writhed against him, causing Luffy to grunt and use his grip on your waist to pin you to the bed. “‘M so close Luffy please.”

You were mindless. Rolling your hips against his face, chasing your peak. It was clumsy but slow, with no real rhythm, but growing greedier by the minute. Your thighs began to quiver around Luffy’s head. This didn’t go unnoticed by him, as he doubled down on his efforts. He alternated between slow and fast licks against your clit, while stretching his fingers to reach and curl deep within you. 

“Mmf- Fuck! Luffy,” You gasped, voice wobbling. “I’m s- hnngh… S-so close I- haah… I’m gon-na -!”

Your hips lifted off of the bed, trying to twist out of Luffy’s grasp. He lifted your lower body up a little in his arms, mouth still slotted against your folds. This way you couldn’t hide from the overwhelming pleasure electrocuting your body. You often fought for your orgasms, but Luffy refused to let this one go. He held you tight as you moaned his name. A groan vibrated against your pussy as your release flooded his mouth. You gave up your thrashing, body bouncing a little as you slumped against the mattress. You moaned as you rode out your orgasm on Luffy’s tongue. He kept his mouth on you until you were twitched from oversensitivity. Running a hand through his hair, you gently pulled him away from your shaky thighs and spasming cunt. 

This boy was a mess. Your fluids covered the lower half of his face, glistening against the lights shining onto the stage. His jet-black hair was tousled from your pulling. He smiled at you as if it were just the two of you, seemingly ignoring the cum dripping off of his chin. 

“Y’taste so good Y/N,” Luffy pulled your face forward for a sloppy kiss. You whined at your taste on his tongue. He shuffled forward a bit before pushing you back against the bed. Before he threw himself onto you Luffy slid a pillow under your hips. Your legs slotted against his hips as he made himself comfortable on top of you. “I wanna… be inside of ya so bad… Can I?” He whimpered in between kisses.

You hummed, cradling his face in your palms as you pressed light kisses all over his face. He giggled before burying his face into your neck, his hips rutting against you. Like some kind of mutt, all slobber and excitement as he humped against your folds. You chuckled before shifting a little, angling your hips towards Luffy. You pulled him away from your neck and kissed him deeply. He seemed to get the message. Luffy lined himself up before pulling away from the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting your mouths together. He looked down to watch himself push his way inside of you. You threw your head back and whined at the feeling of him filling you up. 

A hiss turned into a groan as he finally bottomed out inside of you, pubic bone pressed against yours. His dick was long and thick, and he stretched out using his devil fruit powers, growing til his tip kissed your cervix. You expected him to start fucking you right away like he normally did. But when he didn’t, you blinked your eyes open and looked up at him in confusion. He smiled at you lazily and looked down to where the two of you were connected. You tried to grind down on him, to gain some sort of friction, but he used his body weight to pin you to the bed.

“Wh- Luffy?” You gazed at him, confused. “What are you-”

“How bad do ya want it?” 

…

“What?” You blinked at him, not believing what you’d heard.

“I said,” Luffy leaned forward, eyes dark and flickering with mischief. “How bad do ya want it?”

“Luffy, don’t do this, please. Not now,” You pleaded. “I can’t, it’s s-so embarrassing.” You seemed to remember now. You were in front of an audience. One that was eerily quiet, might you add. Your face burned with shame. He wouldn’t make you beg in front of them, would he? You shuddered, slowly turning your head to the audie-

A rough hand grabbed your face, turning you back to look at the man currently inside you.

“Don’t.” He growled. “Look at me and tell me what you want.” He ground his hips into yours for emphasis, delighting in your needy mewls.

You sniffled, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. God, of all the times to tap into his possessive, demanding side, he had to choose now. What happened to the sweet, docile Luffy who begged to put his hands on you? The boy who was happy just using your mouth? You couldn’t find him in this suddenly commanding man, who twitched inside of you at your distress. It wasn’t often he got like this, all assertive and dominant, but when he did you basked in his authority. He always fucked you a little bit deeper, a little bit harder when he was in this mood. You were happy to indulge him, to beg and submit to his every whim.

But not like this.

This was humiliating.

You whined and squirmed as you thought over your next words carefully. You decided to beg for mercy once more.

“I-I can’t.”

“Fine, I guess ya don’t want it.” Luffy sighed discontentedly. He pulled away from you, shifting to pull himself out of you before you stopped him. You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him back in with a small yelp. Your hands gripped his arms caged around you. Luffy looked down at you, a smirk pulling at his lips. 

“Please, captain…” you sniffled, tears of frustration spilling down your face as humiliation boiled within your veins. But you couldn’t deny the way you clenched down on Luffy as your resolve crumbled into pieces. “Please fuck me. Cum deep inside of me, please. Please. I need it so badly, fuck.”

He blinked at you.

“Fuck. Fuck! I need you to f-fuck me, captain. Please.” You sobbed, writhing on his dick. Luffy laughed, shifting on his knees and hooking his elbows into the crook of your legs. His trademark grin beamed down at you as shivers wracked your body.

“See? That wasn’t so hard!” Luffy snickered. He wouldn’t call himself a sadist, but he did find you crying and begging for him to fuck you kind of funny. “Okay, okay, fine. I gotcha.”

With that, he drove his hips forward. Luffy grunted as you clenched around him, your walls so warm and wet. His length hammered away at that spot inside of you, blurring your vision. You moaned, head rolling back against the pillow. He felt so fucking good. Your mind short-circuited and you couldn’t focus on anything other than Luffy’s length pounding you. With a loud groan, Luffy looked down to where you two were connected. He watched his cock pump in and out of you at an erratic pace. His mouth hung open, drool dripping down his chin and onto your belly. 

That’s when he saw it.

When he’d bottom out, a slight bulge would poke out of your lower abdomen. He wanted to see it again. He pushed into you as deep as he could, staring down your body as your back arched off the mattress. Luffy gasped and sat up a little more, lifting your hips with his hands. He used his hold on you to thrust deeper, harder, his tip knocking against the walls of your with each thrust.

“Ngh- Look, Y/N…” Luffy grunted and whined as you lifted your head, almost delirious but willing to obey him. “You can-ah! You can see me inside ‘f ya.”

You watched as he fucked you like an animal, desperate to bury himself within the deepest parts of your body. Your hands scrambled for purchase against the bedsheets, your eyes squeezing shut as you cried out into the air. Just when you thought things couldn’t get any more overwhelming, your captain pressed the palm of his hand on your tummy, feeling himself slide in and out of you. 

You couldn’t speak. Your body was alight with pleasure, and you felt your peak rapidly approaching. The coil wound deep inside of you tightened. But this orgasm felt a little… different. You could feel the waves of pleasure intensify, like a dam fit to burst.

“L-Luffy I’m-” You were unable to finish your sentence, his length knocking into you just right. You practically screamed and threw your head back as you finally let go. Pleasure ripped through you like a tsunami, your vision spotting, hearing nothing but the pounding of blood in your ears. 

You heard it before you saw it. Your release squirting out against Luffy’s abdomen as he fucks you through it. Loud, wet squelches filled the air, mixing with the sound of your cries and Luffy’s groans. Luffy let out a loud moan, dropping to his forearms and hovering over you. He slowed down a little, opting for grinding his hips into you to catch his breath.

“Fuck Y/N… You’ve never… mnhh- done that before.” Luffy heaved, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into your neck. You had squeezed so impossibly tight around you when you came, and even now your pussy flutters with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, petting his hair.

“Luffyy…” You whined, your words slurring together. You warbled something about feeling good before kissing his neck. Everything else had faded away. All you could see, think, feel was him and how good he was making you feel. You wrapped your legs around him, caging him in. Luffy’s moans and whines rose in pitch.

“Y/N! I- hff- ‘m gonna-!” Luffy ducked his head into the crook of your shoulder and moaned, hips stuttering as he came. You moaned at the feeling of his warm seed filling you up. Luffy pushed in as deep as he could go and stayed there. He always preferred being deep inside of you whenever he came. He didn’t care about getting you pregnant, but he loved the way you twitched and whined whenever he came inside of you. With a sigh, he peeled himself away from you, sitting back to admire the mess between your bodies. He laughed.

“Wow, look at the mess ya made!” Luffy snickered. You pushed yourself onto your elbows, face flushed. You’ve never cum so hard before, and you hadn’t even realized you’d squirted until you saw the damage. Luffy’s abdomen and thighs glistened with your cum. His cum dripped from your cunt onto the soaked bed sheets beneath you. Luffy snickered, then brought a hand to grip your thigh. Using his hold on you, he flipped you over onto your stomach. You yelped and shot a confused look over your shoulder. “What? ‘M not done with ya just yet.”

His hands gripped your hips, pulling them upward, your back bowing into an arch. Luffy groped at your ass as he watched the last of his cum ooze out of your cunt. He didn’t like that, so he collected the fluid that threatened to drip down your thighs and pushed it back into you.

“L-Luffy! Just get on with it already!”

“Shishishishi! Sorry Y/N. I jus’ can’t help but play with ya.”

You yelped once more as you felt a hand collide harshly with your ass. Your head whipped around to look at him over your shoulder, face flushed.

“Wh-what the hell was that for?!”

Luffy shrugged with a snicker. “Dunno, just felt like it.”

“Well, give me a warning the next time you decide t- aahn!”

Luffy interrupted you by pushing inside of you in one swift movement. He shifted forward on his knees, leaning forward and nipping at your ear.

“Sorry, were ya sayin’ somethin’?”

He began to pump in and out of you, hard and deep. This position made it easier to hit the deepest parts of you, tip of his cock knocking against your cervix with each thrust. Fuck, any semblance of coherence you held onto slipped from your mind, Luffy’s cock fucking you dumb. You drooled onto the pillow beneath you, moans flowing freely from your open mouth. Luffy whined, driving into you faster. His hips snapped against your ass.

You squirmed and whined as his length pounded away at your g-spot. Your thighs quake, you can feel yourself fluttering around his length. You were reaching another orgasm rapidly, trying to stop it or slow down was futile. Luffy was going to fuck you through your orgasm whether you liked it or not. The repeated stimulation against your cervix and the barely-there stimulation of his balls slapping against your clit drove you closer and closer to the edge.

“Hff- I can feel ya tightening up ‘round me like a fuckin’ vice, baby.” Luffy groaned, his words breathy. He angled his hips, rolling his hips, trying to get you to cum. His arm reached around you, index finger circling your clit. You cried out and clenched down on Luffy. He moaned and you came, gushing around his cock. It wasn’t as intense as your last orgasm, but that didn’t make it any less euphoric. Fireworks danced behind your eyelids as you trembled and cried out in mindless pleasure.

“Atta girl!” Luffy huffed. Your thighs quivered and gave out, crumbling against the bed. Luffy fell with you, sweaty chest pressed against your back. He slowed down, letting you catch your breath for a moment, but still wanting to stimulate himself. He nipped at your ear. “S-so fuckin good f’me baby… Gimme one more, please?”

“Luffyyy,” you whined, words slurring together. Talking was no easy feat. Your tongue felt thick and too heavy to move. Your vision blurred and your face was wet from the tears staining your cheeks. Honestly, you weren’t sure if you could cum again. It’s not like the drag of his cock through your oversensitive walls was helping you, either. “I dunno…  ‘f I can- nnh.”

“C’mon princess, please? For me?” He pressed fleeting kisses against the side of your face and neck, desperate to feel you squeeze him tightly again. Your cunt fluttered and he groaned, wanting so badly to resume his previous pace. But not without your permission. “Please, please?”

Bringing your arms to hold the pillow underneath you, you ground your hips back against your boyfriend. Your nerves alight with oversensitivity, you moaned and squirmed on his cock. It was hard to speak, but you tried your best to show him that you were willing to try, were giving him permission to fuck another orgasm out of you. Luffy seemed to take the hint. He let out a soft chuckle and kissed your face tenderly, he was so in love with you. Nibbling at your ear, he sped up, thighs clapping against your ass. The sound of him fucking you mixed with his overstimulated whimpers in your ear made you whine and clench down on his cock. 

Luffy brought a hand underneath you to rub at your clit, delighting in the way you cried and writhed on his length. You were close, still basking in the aftershocks of your previous orgasm, he just needed something to push you over that edge and into euphoria. A lightbulb went off in his head at the same time that you fluttered around him. He just needed to press on you the way he did before, right? The heel of his palm pushed against your lower abdomen as his middle finger stretched to stay pressed to your clit. It was an awkward angle, but he was determined to have you gush all over him like you did before. You sobbed, practically screaming as your hips bucked, but you had nowhere to go since his hips kept you smothered against his hand and the bed. Your mind went completely blank. Stars burst behind your eyelids. 

“LUFFY! ‘M ssoohmygod ‘m gonna cum- ‘mgonnacumsofuckingh-”

Your legs kicked out as you squirted once more, your screams muffled against the pillow you bit into. Luffy was at the end of his rope. He kept fucking into you, your orgasm bringing him to his own. He bit down on your neck as he came, buried as deep inside of you as he could go. He growled as his cock throbbed and pumped wave after wave of his seed into you. Your forehead pressed against the pillow you had scooped into your arms, gasping for breath. Mentally, you were blissed out. Warmth spread through every part of your body, tingling with pleasure. Your thighs trembled even as you came down from your orgasm. 

Luffy was in a similar state. He slumped against you, chest heaving. His hands caressed the sides of your body as he came down from his orgasm. He licked at the deep bite mark he left on your neck. It wasn’t deep enough to draw blood, but definitely enough to leave a mark for the next few days, a week if he was lucky. Knowing that you’d be walking around with a mark left by him made his dick throb. 

“You okay, baby?” He whispers in your ear, hand rubbing at your back soothingly. You gurgle a response, physically incapable of forming words while you were still coming down. Luffy chest vibrates from where he’s pressed against you as he chuckles. When he pulls away from you, you whine at the loss of his warmth. You’re finally starting to regain consciousness, though your words are slurred. “Luffy… ‘m tired.”

“Aww, are ya? I can take ya back to the ship if ya want.” Luffy sat up, drinking some of the water that was sitting on the table next to the bed. You seem to perk up at that, and he grins, setting the water back down before rolling off the bed. You seemed to forget about the crowd watching you, and though Luffy was aware of their watchful eyes he couldn’t bring himself to care. He picked up his hat from where it’d fallen onto the stage, placing it back onto his head. He didn’t bother with the pants. He nudged you to sit up, as you already started drifting off to sleep. “C’mon, Y/N. Sit up fa me.”

Luffy pulled you into his arms, lifting you up off the bed. You grumbled and wrapped your arms and legs around him, not unlike a koala. He giggled as you buried your face into his neck. He knew that when you woke up you’d probably flush with embarrassment at your lack of self-awareness, but he didn’t mind. You were so cute when you were all flustered. Even now, the way you drooled a little bit onto his shoulder was adorable. Luffy sighed with content as he carried you through the doors exiting the stage and down the hallway. 

The captain of the strawhat pirates was so in love with you it even startled him sometimes. The way you kept a level head when he was flying off of the handle. You helped rein him in without smothering him or cramping on his way of life. You balance him out. His heart did little jumping jacks when he met you, and the minute you offered to help him he knew he had to have you on his crew. So he didn’t mind carrying you all the way back to the ship, not at all. You were his, and he’d carry you for miles if it meant he could wake up next to you in the morning.

Thanks for reading! I may include an epilogue (or a part two) if I feel like it >w<

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exclusive tutorial drabble: mc is ovulating and decides to visit her bf at work warnings: semi-public sex, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, desk sex, zayne manages not to cum in his pants this time! claps for zayne!! note: i have no other explaination other than i am ovulating...and i remember someone on ao3 or on here wanted to see et!zayne react to a blow job so here u go! also i wrote this on my phone at 3am so pls if there are errors....ignore

Zayne knows from the moment you slink into his office that you’re up to something. You’re looking at him with bright, dilated eyes and a flush in your face that he knows far better than he ever thought he would. 

His hand lifts off the mouse as you close the door behind you, a soft click signalling to him that you’ve no intention of leaving soon. 

“Hey, you okay, beautiful?” 

He’s working late, again, and he hates that you’ve had to come all the way into the city, to the hospital to see him. He feels like he hasn’t seen you properly in days between your work schedule and his. The last time he spent a night with you was when the two of you watched a sad movie about a dog and you cried into his chest for an hour afterward, a hot water bottle clutched to your stomach. 

Now, this is a side to his girlfriend he knows very well, but he is uber aware of the fact it’s only five PM and he has a surgery scheduled in thirty minutes. 

“No, I missed you,” You reply as you round the desk, stopping by his chair. His instinct is to reach out and take your hand, so he does, kissing your palm in apology for not being home to see you more this week.

You smile, but there’s something that flares in your gaze, something that has Zayne’s stomach warming dangerously. 

“_____ -“

“I’m ovulating,” 

He blinks, lips parting at the frankness of your tone, and he frowns a little, “Oh, I see,”

He’s a doctor, and also not an idiot, he knows exactly what you’re telling him. What he doesn’t know is how he’s gonna take care of your problem while he’s in his office, minutes from going into a surgery that won’t have him home for hours.

“I’m working, my love,” He says softly, hoping it’ll soften the blow, “you know I’d love nothing more than to carry you home to bed myself but I only have thirty minutes -“

“That’s fine,” You say, plopping your bag on the table before moving his chair so he is facing you properly. He is about to protest when you drop to your knees in front of him, “I only need ten,”

All coherent thought and the entire catalogue of speech trickles from his mind and out of his ears as he gazes down at you kneeling between his legs. Your hands are already on his belt, tugging and pulling it free, and he can’t hide the erection that stiffens down one side of his slacks, hot along his thigh. 

His hand reaches out to grip your wrist, stilling the movements, and he briefly hesitates, a reluctance to stop you gripping him in a weak hand. You’ve never done this, never had your mouth on his cock for longer than a few seconds, and by the flinty determination in your eyes as you stare up at him, you have no intention of letting Zayne move you away this time.

“____,” He sighs, hardly sounding convincing to his own ears, his hand is already loosening its grip on you, and you tilt your head coyly.

“You don’t want me to suck it?” 

If he wasn’t hard before, he certainly is now. He swallows hard, glancing at the door as your wrist falls from his grip and you quickly resume your work of undoing his slacks and slipping into the waistband of his briefs. He’s a weak little man, so desperate for every inch of you. He’s had you in more ways than he can count in the few months the two of you have been dating officially, and Zayne isn’t sure it’ll ever be enough. To cross this final line, to have your pretty red lips wrapped around him, he’s not sure he’ll survive it.

Your hand is firm, gripping his cock and pumping it a couple of times, a ragged sigh falling from Zayne’s lips. He’s never fucked in his office before, but the image before him is more familiar than he would like to admit. He can’t quite believe one of his most sordid and frequent dreams is coming true.

Your hot breath lingers for barely a moment before your warm, wet mouth is on him, tongue laving at his slit. His eyes roll back as his body becomes boneless in the desk chair, hands white-knuckled on the plastic arms. 

“Jesus…fuck, baby - just like that -“ His voice sounds reedy and breathless, cock twitching in your grip as your hand pumps the couple inches you can’t quite reach. For your first time, this is unreal, and Zayne is slowly losing his mind with the way you bob your head in his lap like you’re as hungry for him as he is for you.

He’s constantly on the verge of coming when you’re touching him, or under him, sometimes even when you look at him. Most times you only have to glance at him across his apartment with heat in your eyes before he’s got you bent over the dining table within a few minutes. 

You’re moaning, enjoying him just as much as he enjoys you, your thighs spread wide on the carpet, a hand snaking beneath your skirt. He knows the moment you slip your fingers against your clit by the way your lashes flutter, eyes flicking up to gaze at him. You remind him of a succubus, like in one of the weird, animated porn videos his friends used to show him in college - eyes heavy-lidded, long lashes fanning over your cheekbones as your plush lips surround his dick. You look at him as if you’re about to suck out his soul through his cock, and he doesn’t have to think twice about whether or not he would let you if it was possible.

“I wanna come inside you -“ He pants, already knowing he’s too close, far too close, and he’s thankful that you’re touching yourself so he can lose himself in you. He’s not sure he has the time to get you wet and ready for him, and he has a feeling he won’t have to. You grunt in protest when he pulls you off him, his slacks falling to his knees when he stands to drag you up and push you down so you’re bent over, sprawled on his desk like every fantasy he’s ever had come to life. He tugs to your skirt, tugging your thong down to your knees, your round ass bare for his hands to wander. If he had the time he would enjoy the view before him a little longer, explore every sweet inch of you. He’s blessed by the sight of your damp pussy, pink and ready for him, and he slips in a finger if only to hear you sigh. 

“So good at sucking my cock, beautiful girl,” His voice is nothing but a rasp against your ear, digging deep until you moan, a needy, keening sound that has him glancing up at the door again. Your wetness is already leaking out around his digit, his fingers slick as they noisily pump in and out. Zayne can’t help but wrap his hand around his dick, feeling it pulse in his palm. He thinks fast, covering your lips with his palm as another groan builds in your throat, “Who does this cock belong to, huh?”

“Me,” Is your muffled reply, and he huffs out a laugh, pulling his fingers from your tight, wet entrance.

He positions himself against you, his shirt nearly soaked through with sweat as his hand trembles against your hip, “That’s fucking right. It’s yours. All yours,” and he slides home. You groan against his palm, hands sliding on the glass surface as Zayne begins to drill into you, a quick, steady pace that has the photos of the two of you beginning to jostle on the desk..

He glances up at the door again, the frosted glass showing nothing to the corridor outside, and yet a sick thrill rushes down his spine as he silently hopes someone knows that you walked your beautiful ass in here simply to spread your legs for him, and that he’s the one getting to fuck you over his desk. Nobody else. 

He manages a few more hard thrusts before you tense, a garbled moan against his palm before you tighten up on him like a dream. The clench of your pussy sets off his own orgasm, one that leaves his thighs trembling. He’s panting, laying over your back and softening inside you when his pager beeps - time for his surgery.

He’s not even sure he can walk, never mind stand for the next six hours.

You wiggle under him, glancing over your shoulder before he drops a wet kiss on your neck.

“Thanks for seeing me on such short notice, Dr Zayne,” You giggle, and Zayne smiles as he presses another kiss into your hair.

[feveredvisions]

Talking Body: Epilogue

(Harry Da Souza x you)  🔞

Here's Part 1 if u wanna read it x

Warnings: pussy eating, cunnilingus, power play, degradation, orgasm denial, public sex, car sex, possessive sex, dirty talk, bodily fluids (cum n squirt), bodily noises (queefing) Summary: The part where Harry Da Souza makes up for being consistently an absent boyfriend. He takes righting any mistakes seriously. And serving time for the offences he has committed against you and your relationship. He doesn't back down from facing the consequences of his actions. Especially not from you. Author's note: Fucking finally. I forced my sleep-deprived ass to finish this. At least before a new MobLand EP comes out this weekend. Could you tell I wrote this in a weird limbo between my dying ovulation phase and my incoming luteal phase? Love writing Harry btw. Can't wait to write more with his character. If you have any requests, just hmu on my ask box. Also, thank you so much for reading and sharing Kiss Me Thru The Phone. You're fucking crazy okay I love you. I hope you can forgive some typos and other weird grammatical errors and weird sentences I may have constructed. I am very eepy. Enjoy reading!

At closing time, after having a quick murmured conversation with the doorman, Harry strolled into Charlie's at half-twelve with you in his arm, wrapped like a protective steel band around your waist.

The dress you’re wearing now is a different one. A lilac chiffon dress with a slit up your thigh. When Harry reached home, seeing and smelling the roses drenched in your squirt and cum, poor man nearly ripped the new dress off you and fought against himself to mindlessly fuck the hell out of you on the petaled floor; on top of the soaked debauched sorry roses; and spoiling you with his vicious romancing the entire evening.

No. He was a better man than that.

Although he did dab a soaked petal on his neck and wrists. Liking how the natural scent of the rose mixed with your musk. But tonight, at midnight, which is technically the next day and is no longer the day of your anniversary, he remained dead set on making it up to you and preserving your efforts in reserving a table for two at Charlie’s. It was the least he could do to be a decent boyfriend. Stave off a new burning guilt amongst the sea of candle lit ones.

The host's face fell at the sight of the two of you. He recognised Harry Da Souza and was unsure if someone will be butchered alive at their restaurant or not at this time of night. Last time he was here, he took care of a feud between two quarreling gangs in an attempt to meet each other halfway to a peace pact and an apology towards each other. Both sides chose peace and a spit at each others leather shoes. So, with Conrad Harrigan's blessing, Harry had to make the final call to execute both gangs along with their heads to prevent any more trouble from arising in the future.

You, having no idea at all of that violence and chaos at all, smiled apologetically at the host and at the other staff who were already cleaning up the place.

Tonight, it’s all about him and his lady.

“Evening,” Harry drawls, flashing a sharp smile at the host. “Table for Mr. And Mrs. Da Souza, please.”

The host glanced at the done up empty dining room, the tables stripped from the expensive linen and silk and chairs already stored up on the table. He knew well not to decline a request from a man as powerful as Harry. The staff had already done cleaning up for their closing shift including the kitchen. Torn between wanting to close the private restaurant for the night and not wanting to piss off the assassin, the host tried his own way. “Sir, we're already—”

Harry places a roll of cash in the host's hand. “Keep the chef. Keep the wine. And keep ya fuckin’ mouth shut.”

The man pales. “R-right this way.”

Harry smirks, leaning in to whisper in your ear as you were led to a cosy table booth. “Told you, didn't I?”

You rolled your eyes at him. Show off. Sliding into the cozy plush seat of the intimate booth, then having Harry sit across you. He instinctively adjust the golden Rolex on his right wrist that glimmered under the dim warm lights.

The menu was a high-end formality. You ordered a bloody rare steak and a salad all for yourself. You handed the menu booklet back to the waiter with an innocent smile.

“And how about for you, sir?”

“None for him.” You immediately answered for Harry. “He's…on a strict diet.” Your sly gaze flicking at Harry. Oh it's fucking on.

The waiter knew not to question anything and simply nodded then walked away.

“Hmm,” Harry let out a soft grunt as his bearded jaw twitched. He knew it was his turn to be on the receiving end of however you wish to torture and get back at him. For your own satisfaction, this time, which he wouldn't mind fulfilling for you.

Harry Da Souza always pays his debts.

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Your rare bloody steak arrived on a clean white ceramic plate along with the salad and complimentary bread and dip. The way it glistened under the dim chandelier lighting made your mouth water and your belly clench. Its juices pool at the bottom like a fresh kill. Exactly just how you liked it. A wicked smirk formed in your lips as you watched your beautiful, tortured, tough boyfriend—his nostrils flaring, his cock twitching in protest.

Harry watches, jaw tight, as you slice into the meat with deliberate slowness. Revealing the beautiful ombre of pink meat and its rich red myoglobin in the centre. The scraping of the silver knife on the plate made his fingers twitch. Whether from hunger or the urge to flip the table and fuck your glistening blushing pussy right there—he wasn't sure.

You take your time, swirling a nice bite in the juices then popping the meat in your mouth. Savoring the tender and juicy meat, its flavours bursting in your mouth. “Mmm, delicious.” you lick your lips. Glancing at Harry. “Shame you can't have any.”

Harry grabbed a piece of the smooth bread and began to tear it. “Fuckin' cruel, you are.”

“Cruel?” You tilt your head innocently. “I’m just making sure you don't have something heavy at midnight. I care about your health, baby.” Your words were filled with saccharine sweetness that made his eyes narrow at you.

Underneath the table, you kicked off your heels and slid one foot up his thigh until your toes brushed against the rigid outline of his cock straining against his trousers. 

Harry lightly shuddered. “Christ—”

“Under here, baby.” You tell him, tapping the tip of your finger, pointed down against the table. “Your dinner's waiting.”

Harry let out another grumble, but he obeyed. Briefly looking around the empty restaurant with the staff busy cleaning up and restoring tools in the kitchen and behind the bar. Then he slid down under the table without a word.

You bit on your lip as a grin spread across, spreading your thighs apart and moving your hips forward. Pushing the skirt of your dress up to your hips, he hooked both your legs over his shoulders and pressed himself closer. Looking up at you like a vicious hungry salivating disciplinaryd dog waiting for his master's orders and also a promising look that he will devour the absolute fuck out of you.

“Lick.” You ordered.

Harry obeyed. A gasp escaping your mouth as he leaned in, his groomed beard scratching your soft skin. His tongue dragging through your wet folds with a growl. His mouth was hot as he ate you hungrily. Starved for the taste of you.

You resume eating and slicing yourself a piece of your bloody steak, moaning both at the warm molten pleasurable sensation from getting your pussy eaten under the table and the orgasmic goodness from your taste buds. The best of both worlds.

“Mmmm…good dog,” you praised him. Smiling self-indulgently at him whilst you leaned against the back support of the sofa like a Queen.

Harry hooked his arms around your thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. The metal strap of his watch also making an imprint on your thigh. “You fuckin' tease,” he muttered against your plump slick cunt then went back in, his tongue working you open. Like he was trying to carve his name into your flesh. His mouth suckling you. Making loud, messy, wet, obscene noises.

Your basal temperature rose up to almost a fever pitch. “Fucking glutton,” you gasped. Grinding against his face. “Clean up your mess, dog.” You taunted as you reached one hand down to fist his hair.

Harry snarled, the vibration shooting straight to your clit. His fingers digging into your thighs, holding you open, yanking you harder against his mouth. Eating you harder like he was starving. His nose crinkling and his eyes sharp and fierce. Lips sealed tight, sucking, like he was trying to steal your soul. The host awkwardly scurried past, eyes averted, but you didn’t give a shit. Let them watch. Let them see what happens when Harry Da Souza was put on a leash.

“Slap it. Slap my pussy.”

“Fuckin’ hell, woman.” Harry pulls back just enough to glare at you. His lips glistening with your slick and his neatly trimmed beard soaked generously like a semi-unblended moisturiser.

There was a squishy wet smack from under the table as Harry slapped your sopping wet cunny, earning a hiss from you and a pleasurable tingle from your clit. The waiter who served your table and was lingering by the pass, flinched at the sound like he'd just been shot. Guiltily watching in astonishment from behind the bar across the room.

A broken laugh escaped your mouth. Smug and taunting. Harry answers with a rapid-fire volley of slaps, each one a wet rhythmic lewd punishment. It sounded of a drowned applause and a fish slapped against marble. Your hips stuttering as your pussy desperately audibly clenches to nothing until—pffftt—a long shameless bubbling queef puffing out in retaliation. Bubbles of air escaping out of you in rude bursts. As if your cunt herself was laughing at Harry this time.

Harry pauses. “Oh there's my girl.” Leaning down, his breath hit against your twitching hole.

“Talkin' shit, huh?” he spits directly onto your pulsing slit, the glob landing with a lewd splat, mixing in with your own slick. “Let’s hear it properly then.”

His tongue was back on you. Broad and ruthless, licking into as if he were carving his name on your flesh. 

It felt like your soul was about to take off. Your back arching off the couch, toes curling as your vision flashed white—eyes rolled back to the heavens and core gushing. Harry's tongue swipes slow and filthy over your clit, lapping at the mess he's made. Every suck pulls another shameful queef from your cunt, the air escaping in tiny, humiliating puffs against his tongue.

"Look at you. You're a disgrace," he mutters. His cock straining against his trousers. His cockhead weeping and his balls aching to be emptied inside you.

"Orderin' me 'bout like a fuckin' dog, starvin me. But this?" He flicks his tongue hard over your hole, making you squeal. "This is my fuckin' supper."

You drip like molten honey, thighs trembling as your orgasm bites up your spine. "Oh, you fuck!!”

It hits you like being defibrillated back to life. Your pussy walls clenching, pushing out a warm robust squirt straight into Harry's stupid smirking mouth as your queefs turn into helpless, wet sputters. He groans low and satisfied, holding your hips down as you thrash, his tongue working you through it, drinking every drop. When he finally pulls back, his chin glistening, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and shoots you a look of pure masculine arrogance.

"Next time," he says, tapping your swollen clit like it's a misbehaving pet, "ask nicer.”

You pouted petulantly at him as you slumped, wanton and a humming electricity in your warm skin. Popping a lukewarm slice of steak in your mouth. “We're not done, buddy.”

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After the exclusive and explosive special dinner at Charlie's–paying another band of cash for the cleanup. You rushed out of the restaurant with Harry. Tugging him by the semi-open collar of his blouse. Having him unlock the car then pushing him into the backseat and crawling in after him. Immediately pouncing on him whilst you shook off your feet free from your high heels. Harry also undid his belt buckle and then his jeans zipper. The sound of the metallic clang of his belt and his zipper unzipping sending tingles to your clit.

Being Harry's tormentor, you didn't waste any more second straddling him. Thighs bracketing his hips. Grabbing onto his gold chain necklace and wrapping it around your fist like a leash.

Harry hissed and growled at you. Knocking the wind out your lungs as he slid his cock home into you. His chest reverberating a deep purr of satisfaction and pleasure. His big hands securely holding onto your hips as you rode him. Enjoying the smooth sensation of your hips undulating.

You crane your neck back as you let out a weak moan and a sigh of relief too from finally having him inside you after a long ass night. Your pussy hungrily suckling his stiff pulsating cock into it like a selfish starved animal. The leather seats creaked under your excitable bodies heavy with desire. Fogged windows sealing both of you in your own filthy little world. Your hips grinding down on his cock, slow and sadistic. 

Warm, slick walls fluttering around him like you were already winning. And fuck, it hurt.

Not the stretch. You were dripping and warmed enough to perfectly mould on his delicious veiny ridges. Always fucking dripping and malleable for him.

It was the denial. He could be easily plowing into you like a mindless horny animal, but no. You had to get your way, punish him and get back to him in a way that wouldn't involve biting each other's head off and screaming at him and getting screamed at that made your head throb.

You just made sure to pay attention to the way you rolled your hips sharply just to watch his jaw clench, the way your fingers twisted in his gold chain like a leash. Tugging him to submission. He was absolutely getting his money’s worth on his neck jewellery and more.

"You don't get to cum tonight, baby," you softly told him almost apologetically. It wouldn't kill him. And this wouldn't pull the two of you even further apart from each other.

You watched as a vein in his neck pulsated, his body radiating searing sensual heat. His golden chain smoothly grating against his sweat-slicked skin. You felt him up with your other free hand. Damp hairy chest with scars underneath that's visually covered by several tattoos. His heart pounding in his scorching hot chest.

Would it still be worth it staying one more month, one more year with him? Your heart itself is currently alight. Your innards warm and glowing. There are worse men out there.

Harry noticed you getting inside your head. Your eyes looking past his. He could always tell. Your hips slowed just a fraction, your grip on his chain going slack like you were about to let go entirely. And Harry hated that.So he dug his fingers into the meat of her thighs, nails biting just shy of pain, and smirked up at her.

"You love this, don't you, you spiteful little slag? Getting off on my fucking suffering.”

You barely had time to retort before he snapped his hips up, fucking into you with a brutal rhythm. The gold chain still wrapped around your fist jerked taut, biting into his throat as he laughed.

"Go on, then," he taunted, eyes glinting in a challenge. "Leash me proper. Show me what a good fucking mutt I am.”

Your pussy walls clenched around him, nails digging into his shoulders as you rode the edge of fury and desire, but Harry wasn't done.

"You know all those late-night 'clinic calls?'" His thumb swiped over your clit cruelly light, as he drove up into you again.'"The blood I scrub off before crawling into bed with you?" A sharp grin. "Fuck's sake, darling—you really think the NHS pays for this car?"

Your breath hitched. What? Was he joking? His cock twitched inside you in delight as he watched you unravel. What the fuck was he talking about? Your mind was deep into the sexual haze to even start processing shit. Or any thought at all.

"Harry—”

“Ah-ah." He flipped you onto your back leather seats sticking to your skin as he loomed over you. His golden chain dangling over your face and his glorious huge semi-naked body caging you in.

You reached a hand up, yanked his chain, and pulled him down into a biting kiss. He groaned into your mouth, letting you roll him back upright onto the seat, his hands sliding to your arse to guide your movements.

"Fuck yourself on me," he ordered, voice wrecked. "Make that greedy cunt sing. I wanna hear it.”

The heady scent mixture of musk, sweat, faint rose, your perfume, and sex—paired with the concentrated sound of your wet squelching sex filling the car. Your loud panting as you were back on your saddle, riding the hell out of your idiot. Harry Da Souza was your heaven on earth.

"Tell me-tell me who this cock belongs to."

"Mine!" You arched, nails raking down his back.

"Fuck yea." His teeth grazed your pulse point. "Keep fucking acting like it, Mrs. Da Souza.”

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“You still don't get to cum.”

Harry lets out a laugh, causing you to laugh too as it felt ticklish with his cock fluttering inside you.

"Darling, last I checked, this cock belongs to you. So by that logic—”

You yanked his chain, cutting him off with a sharp tug of the strong metal gold against his throat. His smirk deepened in wicked amusement.

"Suck my tit," you ordered, voice rough with lust, "and shut the hell up while I ride you.”

Harry's grin was pure sin as he dipped his head, tongue flicking over your nipple before drawing it into his mouth with a filthy, deliberate suck. His eyes-dark, gleaming, mocking-locked onto yours as you rolled your hips, taking him deeper, harder.

You clench around him, relishing the way his breath stuttered. "Eyes on me, mutt."

His groan vibrated against your breast, his cock twitching inside you as your cunt clenched-then let out a shameless, wet queef, the sound obscene in the tight space.

Harry's hips jerked, his breath hitching against your skin. "Fuck!"

You smirked. "Problem, Da Souza?"

His grip on your arse turned bruising "Only that your pussy's got a fucking mouth on it," he growled, dragging you down onto him with a slap of skin. His hands trembling as he clung onto the sliver of effort in fighting against his body's nature to blow his load into you. "And it's begging me to fill it."

Your (author could no longer count how many times you've orgasmed in this storyxx) orgasm came in a flash, capturing your soul and then flooding your mind and nervous system like the cool spring water in the mountains. A cry of pleasure ripping out your throat as your body shook. Harry's control snapped too (he decided as much as he loved you making him your bitch or he will have brain haemorrhage) as his release hit him like a bullet, letting out a roar and then sinking his teeth into your shoulder to muffle his groan. Holding and squeezing your body tightly as his load flooded your walls.

As you winced from the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure and as the stormy seas of heady lust subsides, it was clear that Harry Da Souza was a knife pressed against your throat and, my god, you would rather bleed than to let go.

My head is soooo fucked but I hope u enjoyed all that. Thank you so much for reading my stuff xx

[melsbabydaddy]

nsfw slc headcanons cause it’s 3 am and im restless 👍

+ these are all completly self indulgent and i can have fun cause i can

warnings: nsfw talk (mdni), slight mention of weed and alcohol, talk of several kinks, i wrote this for myself

abby -

human embodiment of “damn u on the edge of the bed u bout to fall off”

she gets sooooo nervous and fidgety

easily flustered

but i feel when she gets used to someone, she gets more confident. she’ll be more likely to engage in stuff.

her strap hangs

not really kinky but likes hair pulling (both giving and receiving)

probably also something to do with spit

loves the bond of having sex, being so close and vulnerable with someone

her head game is immaculate 100/10

talks them through it in that low, breathy voice of hers

owen -

despite what most think, i don’t think owen is bad in bed lol

boat scene was at a really inconvenient time and a spur of the moment

normally, he’d be very careful when with someone, last thing he wants to do is hurt them

def makes cheesy jokes and gives sappy compliments while doing it

eye contact is everything to him

gives a lot of neck and chest kisses

likes when his back gets all scratched up during

does it deep and slow until he’s about to cum then he kinda rabbit fucks cause it feels so good

the aquarium is his favorite place cause it’s safe and romantic

prefers making love over just fucking

manny -

man has experience

whispers and moans in spanish, mainly cussing and praise

has a tongue and fingers that have people seeing stars

a considerate gentleman

has a whole box of love letters from his various partners

very big on consent, never wants to pressure someone into doing something

either has a good supply of protection (if it’s somehow available in the apocalypse) or has the strongest pull out game ever

will never turn down a blowjob and always returns the favor

long, breathless moans when he cums and his body always completely stills

gives the other crew members sex advice

mel -

could never fuck while a dog was in the room, especially alice

big giver, often forgets about her own pleasure cause she so focused on the other person

so squirmy when she gets head, literally have to hold her down by her hips to hold her still

lowkey probably has a breeding kink

not in a freak way but in a “i like the bond of family and crave the security” type of way

gasps and squeaks more than actual moans cause she afraid of being too loud

alcohol makes her flirty and frisky

secretly likes being bent over and flipped around like a doll

cums super easy, like to the point she’s embarrassed

squirter

nora -

focuses more on her job but every woman has needs

fucks causally and tends to avoid romance cause that’s too much drama for her

very direct and honest about this

likes to be worshiped

will do it back, but she expects it first and they have to earn it

loves riding someone’s face, enjoys having control as she gets eaten out

fucks slow but hard

quickies in the med tent when it’s empty

low, raspy praises and directions

usually gone by the morning after a one night stand

jordan -

canonically grunts a lot and is loud

does not care one bit that people can hear

eats pussy for his own pleasure, often causing overstimulation

likes having his hair touched, tugged on, and petted

praise gets him weak, tell him he’s good boy and he fucking melts

will never admit that to anyone

whimpers and gasps when he cums, also bucks his hips a lot

likes it rough and hard unless he’s feeling lovey, than it’s fast and passionate

deep, messy kisses

has taken the strap before and loved it

leah -

also canonically loud

probably a loud moaner and a screamer if it’s real good

100% takes dirty pictures and keeps them under her bed and uses them to masturbate

loves having her tits sucked on

very experimental and likes to try new things she sees in old magazines and movies

queen of giving aftercare

covers her partner in hickeys, wants to mark them everywhere

absolutely feral when ovulating

cowgirl position is her fav

can cum like 15 times in a row

nick -

loves slow, hip rocking fucking

close, tightly pressed, skin against skin is the best for him

cockwarming >>>

lots of low grunting and moaning

says “just the tip” a lot and it never is

the beanie stays on

thinks fucking while high is best thing in the world

def fucks on really slow patrols and stake outs

always finishes on the chest or in between the thighs

has been in a surprising number of threesomes

pls tell me if u like this so i can have an excuse to write and post more 🙏

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FWB

*Request: maybe some idea for u : feisty humain!reader having mood swings w her best friend (Loak or Neteyam) because she is in her ovulating week and he teases her until making her tell him why she is acting weird like that today. then he asks her to explain the "symptoms" and she says that she want to fuck more and that she’s more attracted to people during this time and he asks if it’s applied to him too & u already know the end of it🤭🤭 hope u can take something from it, xo 😘*

Okay, so this is my first human!reader fic so go easy on me 😅 I might redo this one in the future with Neteyam because I’m curious about how much different it would turn out if I wrote for him instead. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one 🤗 All characters are aged up.

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

Smut under the cut.

Pandora was beautiful. Even though you had to admire its beauty through the shield of your mask, it still left you breathless every day. Looking out at the bioluminescent flora and fauna every night through your bedroom window was unlike anything you had ever seen on Earth. You wanted to be out in it every day. But today you were hit with a painful reminder that you were human.

You jumped out of your sleep drenched in sweat. What were you dreaming about? You couldn’t fully remember. The memory came in flashes and blurs. Moans, smacks, and heat is all you’re able to really make out before you lose the visual. You suck in a sharp breath feeling a dull ache in your breasts. You cautiously press on one trying to figure out what was causing the pain. You find nothing and brush it off as a consequence of sleeping on your stomach. When you make your way to your bathroom to get ready for the day, you strip off your sleep clothes and notice a giant wet spot on your panties. That’s weird. And then it hits you. You check your app on your phone and realize what week it is. You’re ovulating. You roll your eyes and make a mental note to plug in your toys before you leave your room.

After a shower and brushing your teeth, you go join everyone for breakfast. While you’re fixing your coffee, a familiar voice enters the lab. Everybody greets Lo’ak as he walks through the cafeteria over to you. “Hey, I found this awesome lake with a cliff that’s perfect for diving. We’ve gotta check it out!” he’s oozing enthusiasm and excitement and it’s adorable. All of a sudden, it feels like there’s a throbbing between your legs.

“Sounds cool, Lo’ak. Maybe another day though.” You say about to walk away, but he blocks your path.

“Are you kidding me? I’ve already been waiting for like 2 days because of training. We’ve gotta go now.” “I’m not in the mood Lo’ak.” Your irritation is growing. You loved Lo’ak. He was your absolute best friend, but he was persistent. And while that could be endearing in certain circumstances, it could also be kind of a nuisance. Right now, you really just needed to get back to your room and take care of your little problem.

“What’s up with you today? I thought you’d be dying to go.” He’s starting to get a little concerned looking at your face. “Your face is getting red.”

You can’t handle the way he’s looking at you right now, “Nothing is ‘up’ with me Lo’ak so will you drop it please?” you push past him and continue down the hall to your room.

Lo’ak follows right behind you though. “I’m not leaving you alone until you tell me what’s wrong.” You roll your eyes as he follows you into your room. “What? Somebody eat the last of your snacks or something?”

You huff out a big sigh and set your coffee on your desk. “If you really must know, I’m ovulating.”

His face screws in confusion. “Okay…What does that mean? Is that a human thing?”

Right. You and Lo’ak are so close that sometimes you forget he is actually an alien. “How do I explain it….it’s like when a na’vi woman goes into heat, but for humans we also can get bloated and moody and crampy and a whole bunch of other stuff. You follow?” you do your best to try and explain to him and his eyes jump around while he’s trying to make the connections in his mind. ”So you’re in a bad mood because you’re in heat?” he does his best to try and make sense of your situation.

“Basically, yeah.”

“So how do you make it better?” he crosses his legs making himself comfortable on your bed like he often did.

“There’s not really a way to make it better. I kind of have to just ride it out. Unless, I got pregnant, but it’s not like that’s gonna be happening anytime soon. But I’m irritated because I’m insanely horny and I can’t really get any relief.”  You brush your hair to the side with your fingers trying to soothe yourself and Lo’ak watches your hair brush over your neck and expose your shoulders.

“Well, what if I helped you out?” he asks casually.

Your body freezes in place. “Lo’ak I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“That’s why you’re not asking, I’m offering. I mean what kind of friend would I be if I knew I could help you out and I did nothing?” Lo’ak had always kind of had a thing for you. You were his closest friend and he found a comforting familiarity in you that he didn’t feel with other na’vi thanks to his slightly more human traits.

You think about his offer for a split second before snapping back to your senses. “How would that even work? I think you forget that you’re like 8 feet tall. You would quite literally split me in half.”

He chuckles knowing that you’re not wrong. “Just lay down and let me handle it.”

You’re skeptical. “What are you going to do?”

“Just lay down. You trust me, right?” You slowly make your way over to your bed next to him. “Yeah…”

“Okay then. So don’t be so uptight.” You lay back and let your eyes scan the ceiling of your room. Your breathing gets faster when you feel Lo’ak hook his fingers in the waist band of your shorts and panties and slide them down your legs. You close your eyes trying not to focus on the fact that your best friend was now staring down your exposed cunt.

This is crossing so many lines, but your mood would only get worse if you were to stop now. Work yourself up just to rip away your chance at real relief? You weren’t in the mood for edging today. There was no turning back now.

Meanwhile Lo’ak is wide-eyed as he stares at your body. He’d never tell you this, but he had imagined you exactly like this countless times. When he’d come to see you and you’d be dressed in barely-there comfy clothes, when you’d bend over to pick something up, when the front of your shirt would fall a little lower than it should and he would catch a peek at your cleavage. The restraint he had to hold on to was legendary. And now here he was licking his lips greedily as he almost gets stuck just staring at your form that squirmed with anticipation and nerves.

He lowers his head between your thighs and carefully swipes his tongue against your throbbing clit. Your whole body jolts from the feeling and a small moan escapes. Lo’ak’s ears flick in your direction and he’s now painfully aware of how hard he is right now. He continues lapping at your soaked entrance closing his eyes to savor the sweet taste on his tongue. He groans against your heat and the vibrations make your hips grind against his face. “Mmf…Fuck…Lo’ak!” your voice comes out in a breathy whine.

One of his fingers teases at your entrance before he slowly slides it inside of you. His finger is huge stretching you deliciously. You look down at his face and he’s already watching you. The eye contact makes you lose it. “Yes! Yes Lo’ak! Right there! Oh, fuck you’re gonna make me cum right there!”

“Shit, so fucking tight. Cum for me.” He says between sucking on your clit. It’s too much. The way his finger curls up to press against the spongey part inside your walls and the sound of him French kissing your cunt sends you over the edge. Your body shakes violently and your walls squeeze around his finger. Your head falls back while you reach your peak and subsequently come down.

Lo’ak reluctantly pulls his mouth off of you and pulls his finger out of you and watches your chest rise and fall rapidly while you regain your composure. He tries to position himself so that he can hide his bulge not wanting to let on just how badly he wanted to fuck you dumb right now.

“Feel better?”

You lazily nod your head at him.

“Good. So can we go diving now?” he tries to lighten the mood before any kind of conversation can follow what just happens. You’re not really ready to talk about it yet either.

“Alright, let’s go.”

He jumps up in excitement and you get dressed and find your mask.

“Thanks, Lo’ak.” Even if you weren’t really ready to talk about it yet, you still felt like you should at least thank him.

“Trust me, it was my pleasure.” He shoots you a playful wink before walking off.

[namuneulbo]

week one hundred and seventy four

first week of school is done! i ended up in level 2 in my language class which ended up being wayyy too easy so i talked to the teacher about it and she was able to move me up a level :D all the teachers so far have been so nice :')

i tried vlogging on monday but it didn't go too well. i think i'll still finish the editing but i don't know if i'll end up posting it. i want to become better at both filming and editing but it's harder than i thought.

in the evening, way out west posted a about yung lean and bladee being on their lineup so i finally caved in. it's the same day as charli xcx. i had to.

tuesday was just an intro day so we only had a one hour meeting. we got a little goodie bag too that was super cute :3 me and a happened to sit in front of another swedish girl so we talked to her for a bit and she was so sweet.

me and a went out after the intro day too. we went to itaewon and she went hunting for a perfume and ended up getting one from lush called grass and DUDE!!! it smells so good. i might get that one once i finish my sakura body mist. the worker was so helpful and the girl at the check-out was HAWTTTTTT. the gayness was basically seeping. she had cunty little bangs and her makeup was so nice and her button-up hugged her body in such a hot way. i love being bi and i've realized the lushes here are not good for me when i'm ovulating.

we then went by olive young for a bit and then went for food. it's the second vegan spot we're trying and it was really good. i had a 'shrimp' fried rice and a had jjajangmyeon and we shared some fried dumplings.

wednesday was our first real day of class. like i mention earlier, i had to move up a level but i was stuck on level 2 for the first two days. it felt like i was just wasting time in there. there was nothing new going on. i'm sad too because on campus they were hosting an event to get people to join uni clubs so while i was in class i heard a band playing. at first i couldn't distinguish the songs apart from the fact that it was heavier than i'd expect on campus??? then i heard debaser and i was like NO WAY!!!!!! I LOVE THAT SONG!!!!!!! right after they played just by radiohead. i don't know what got into me but i was so certain i had to tell this band they were good and were playing good stuff so i just grabbed my class schedule and folded into a small piece of paper and wrote a short note being like "dear whichever band played these songs, i loved the set, i wish i could see u but i'm stuck in class but i can hear u all the way over here. ur really talented! let's be friends!".

i left my instagram at the bottom and RAN during our 10-minute break and watched them for as long as i could before i had to run back. i tried leaving the note on eye level close to where the musicians were playing but i haven't gotten any dms so i guess it didn't work :/

thursday was uneventful and then friday was fun. class was way more interesting now that it's closer to my level. after class i went for lunch and coffee with my ibuddy. it was quite hard interacting since my korean's bad and her english wasn't fluent either. she was wayyyy better at english than i was at korean though. we ended up being more similar than i'd imagine. we started talking about music and i asked her what she likes and she was like "oh, i'm a drummer and i usually play stuff like oasis," which i thought was quite cool. then she asked if i have a favorite band i asked if she knows my chemical romance and she was like "oh yeah, welcome to ... the black parade, right?" and i was like "YEAHHH!!!". i got so excited and then she told me she likes house of wolves as well. SHE KNOWS B-SIDES!!!!!!! then it all added up bc i asked her what her fav band was and she said green day. checks out.

she paid for everything, i felt so bad. i tried paying for the food but then my first card declined so i was about to grab my other one but she was already paying for it instead. i told her i'd pay for the coffee and cakes later but i forgot TT she was so nice though like she asked what coffee i usually get and i told i usually get a latte with oat milk and she was like "OMG i'll call them and ask if they have it" and i was really trying to tell her it was fine and i'll just get something else if they don't but she insisted and called them TT she's the cutest. they did have oat milk! the lemon cake i had was so good too, GAHOOK!

lastly we went to a photobooth. first photobooth experience and it was so fun!!!

on saturday i got a tattoo!! getting there was easy for the most part. the studio was on the same subway line i live on so it was easy getting there. i ended up being super early though so i had to walk around for a bit and ended up proper falling while crossing the road. genuinely wanted to kill myself, it was so embarrassing. it wasn't even icey or anything i just didn't see how big of a step it was between the road and the sidewalk. anyways... then i came to the studio. since giving tattoos is illegal in korea, i assume they can't be super open about where the studio is. she sent me the address the day before the appointment and on naver maps it just shows up as any address and doesn't specifically say there's a tattoo studio there. i was a little confused on where to go but she helped me via dms.

there had been a little understanding so she thought i was just doing a flash. i felt so bad when i had to tell her i had a specific design in mind. i was scared for a second she didn't do customs but she assured me she did and then she told me she could finish the design in an hour so i could go out for a bit and come back so i went for coffee. the tattooing went fine, i don't think it's bad at all which is nice but i also haven't done very difficult places just yet. this time i got a demogorgon on the side of my calf! she did such a good job, i loooove it!!!! she was the coolest ever. i was so sure it would be a man bc medieval/etching style feels very male dominated but i felt such a relief when i found out she was a girl. like... not that i mind a man. my go-to back home is a dude and he's amazing but i just love women and it feels so much easier for some reason :') she was so nice and she looked so cool. she was way too generous with the price i felt bad dude!!! i even tried tipping her when i was buying the cream afterwards because i tried paying in cash and telling her to keep the change but she was dedicated to not taking any more than it cost TT

i came home. i was SO hungry and we were gonna go to mcdonald's but i was so fucking hungry and my stomach hurt i just got food from the convenience store but THEY HAD NO VEGETARIAN OPTIONS LEFT!!!!!!! had to have spicy tteokbokki which isn't the best option when hungry. my stomach paid for it later.

i downloaded tinder earlier in the week too. mostly for shits and giggles. before i came here i told myself i wouldn't date around here and if i did it had to be with girls so i can fucking live my bisexual life to the fullest because i have yet to actually hook up with a girl. i've been on date after date but they never go anywhere. men are easier to hook up with lmao.

anyways, i've matched with quite a few baddies but one of them is indeed a man. he's cool looking. he has a long mullet and a septum ring and he dresses well. he's a little pushy though. or... not necessarily pushy but i don't know what to call it. first night we talked he asked how i was living here and i told him i lived in a dorm with a roommate and i asked him how he lived and he was like "i live alone in a tiny apartment but there's enough space for you~". i was intrigued but i pussied out lmao. he said it was okay and then he's tried a few nights since or like... he's messaged me but i've went to bed before he can ask. I'M A SLEEPY GIRL, OKAY?

anyways... he tried getting me to come over on saturday. i wanted to. like honestly, i did. i'm just so fucking bad att being spontaneous. i told him that too but i wanted to watch swedish eurovision too which would be at 4 am for me lmao. anyways, i was nasty anyways, i desperately needed a shower. like, please... dude... let me know a little earlier than 12 am. i was like "i need to sleep" and he was like "okay... but i'm sooooo bored". i'm not even gonna lie, it was quite cute. i asked him if he's doing something on sunday but he couldn't meet then so... but now i've made it clear at least that i DO want to... just poor timing. whenever he texts me i'm in bed, cuddled up in pyjamas and ready to go eepy time. soz m.

i did wake up at 4 am to watch the swedish eurovision final. i was so fucking nervous because i wanted kaj to win so bad and... THEY DID!!!???!?! WTF?!?!?! my people :') finswes like me, singing in my dialect, having fun :') the right song won. eurovision season will be so fun.

today we were gonna go to the cinema and watch mickey 17 but a and a cancelled LIKE PLEAAAAASE. now i have to wait even more to watch it :( n watched it and texted me right after saying i NEED to watch it and that i'm gonna love it and that got me so thrilled for today but a is feeling sick so we're waiting for them to get better.

sotw: death grips - three bedrooms in a good neighbourhood

[sehodreamsthoughts]

plssss i’m so obsessed with what u just described thats sooo insane…. im def a dom!idol girlie at heart so that just sounds soooo good to me wowow

thinking of like, calling in sick to work🤭🤭 just to stay home with them and let them breed u while ur ovulating like that 🤤🤤🤤 im losing my mind rn plsssss

spending the whole day rotating between the two of them and taking naps to gain back energy!!

what u wrote jake saying about giving u a pup is driving me crazy too wtfff

would u see taking both of them at the same time as well? feel like they’d be sooo out of control though they’d be too rough with u at first (mostly jake🫣) and anton would be trying to calm u both down while u babble n cry about how u can’t handle both of them at the same time but when they bottom out and u adjust, they’re praising u for how well you take them, such a good girl for them they’re so lucky to have u!!!

- 🥟 anon

I'm also mostly a Dom!idol enjoyer, it's not that I don't enjoy sub! But it's my preference most of the time hahaha

YES! I fear even if you tried to go to work your poor body wouldn't be able to handle it, and Anton would feel so sorry because he knows he's the reason that your body hurts so much 😭 (Jake would tease him so much too 😂, "why did you have to be so rude with her 🥺?" as if he hadn't bitten your shoulder so hard his teeth print is still there days later), I'm sure the two of them would pamper you so much, ordering take out and helping you wash too (please Anton calling your favorite restaurant to pay with your credit card and Jake massaging your scalp while telling you that you did such a good work at receiving them).

I'm sure they would have to change the bedsheets too with the amount of soiled cum and orgasms (even knowing that you can't get pregnant because of your birth control, they still had the hope of giving you a pup 🥺, those two are so eager to breed you I swear, and Jake's the only one who says it, but Anton thinks about it more than him in daily life 💀)

OH

Taking the both of them... It could happen, but God you'd need so much prep 😭, those two as hybrids have the biggest cocks already, and god I fear the knots would make you feel you're dying. I see a case in which they tried to do it, Anton under you taking your pussy while Jake goes for the other entrance, and okay, they fit, but it's so hard to take those two that you're probably shaking and squirming almost as if you tried to run away, it's such the pressure of their members that you feel your insides are breaking, and you'd probably get scared for a second thinking how you wouldn't ever be the same after that. They, of course, fill your ears with reassurance, murmuring how well you're doing it and that you're the only woman that could handle it, shushing your cries to please stop because you're feeling weird, "you say that but you're the one moving to take my cock" Jake would smirk while Anton looks up at you and kisses your teary eyes, "so tight... you're doing so good, 'm proud of you" would be the only words coming out of the last one.

You're struggling to take them, it stings, there's pain in every of your bones, yet with your wobbly legs and their hands on your hips and torso you keep your position for them to use you, and when you think it couldn't be more intense, they cum and their knots appear, making you cry so loud because of the pain that Jake, who is behind you, kisses your spine while whining because of how sorry he is, and Anton, who is under you, apologizes again and again while hugging you and caressing your hair, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry my girl, I'm sorry" he would say with a broken voice.

It'd make them so sad to see you hurting, yet with the image of both their knots going down, pulling out, and your entrances leaking with their cum, Jake would gulp feeling himself get slightly hard again because one more time and you'd probably get pregnant with both their cums inside you. Anton can see the excitement in his eyes, so he's quickly shaking his head, still hugging your torso and kissing your temple, but when you talk, he also forgets in how much pain you were mere minutes before, getting hard too.

"did I do good?"

Of course you did, their precious girl, and if they make you sit while accommodating in front and behind you to take them again, it's only to show you that you were, are, and will always be perfect for them.

[oftenderweapons]

Hard and Mellow – Hoseok

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x reader (nicknamed Giggles)

Wordcount: 1.7k

Genre: smut, established relationship

Rating: 18+

Hello everyone! Stopping by to deliver this quick drabble. It’s been a while since I wrote something because sudden inspiration struck me, so I thought I could follow the mood and this came out. 

I’m thanking the best beta reader of this whole galaxy (that I will never thank enough), @joheunsaram​​. Becoming friends has never been as easy as it is with you. Lob U. I also want to thank a very specific Silent Princess. This is all for you, baby. You’re more extraordinary than words will ever say. You’ve been through so much and I’m so proud of you. I hope this will give you a good time, and someplace you can go back to when you want to escape from the real world. I’d be honoured to call you friend. I’ll wait for you in my next life 💜💐

Do NOT open the “read more” if the following topics trigger you: Sir!Hoseok, Sub!reader, multiple orgasms, vibrator, masturbation and oral sex (female receiving), face fucking and hair pulling (male receiving), squirting, cumplay and cream pies, general messiness, cum eating, heavy breast play (slapping, gripping, squeezing, nipple pinching and tugging), exhibitionism, impregnation/breeding kink, heavy dirty talking, biting, mentions of impact play (spanking and whipping with belt), bruising, mention of blacking out.

Here is my complete masterlist!

Enjoy 💜✨

“Tell me how it feels.”

You simply arched your back and stared deep into his eyes.

“Tell me,” he repeated, curling his fingers and moving the vibrator closer to your clitoris.

“Too good.”

“Too good what?” He teased you.

“Too good, Sir.”

You were barely coherent at this point.

Five orgasms were taking their toll on you. More than that, you had also squirted with the previous two, your body and mind growing increasingly vulnerable.

The fact that he was so clearly going for the sixth, and that he could keep going after that — you knew he could and would — made you grip his hair and shove his face against your crotch.

“So naughty,” he growled with a deep laugh before getting the toy inside you, switching the vibration pattern to a pulsating one that always made you wild for him, his tongue titillating your most sensitive spot with hard, quick flicks.

You tugged at his hair naturally, planting your heels on the mattress before your hips shot up; his hands came to your breasts, gripping them hard before his fingers delivered a sharp, burning slap to your left mound.

He sucked your clit harder, his fingers pinching your nipples while the feeling of the vibrations inside you became way too much for you actually survive his assault.

“Sir, please, stop.”

He hummed and kept going, the growl so deep in his throat that it felt almost minacious.

“Oh, please. No, no, I can’t— Sir!” You screamed, letting sobs fall from your lips just as tears began rolling down the sides of your face.

With a grin in his mouth he kept going, overstimulating you until he felt your release wet his neck and chest.

Nothing pleased him more than feeling you gush for him, over and over.

You could barely believe that the same man who was obsessed with cleanliness and spotless rooms was the same one making you drench the sheets at least once a week — usually with a timing perfectly calculated with the changing of the sheets.

And there was such a deep, bone-melting pleasure in showering while barely alive and falling asleep in his arms with your body brainless, soft and clean against the fresh crisp sheets.

But tonight you were far from that.

You were far from being done.

At least, he was.

He watched your body grow entirely limp underneath him, your eyes closed, your legs shaking as they tried to close, only to surrender to his unfaltering will.

He was hungry.

He was desperate.

He was all things he’d never dared be with anyone else.

He wanted things he never thought he could have.

But now there was you, and even though he was afraid he would lose you to someone who could be reliable in ways he couldn’t, he was ready to tie you down to him in any way he could.

He felt stupid. He felt dumb and reckless and absolutely insane.

He abandoned the slightly sour and salty taste of your cunt, not before lapping at the creamy wetness coating your folds, making them part with a squelching, sticky sound.

He took the vibrator out of you and slipped it into his mouth, eating and licking and sucking at all the sweet release he’d coaxed out of you before letting it rest on the sheets — they were messed up already anyway.

He silently grabbed your ankles and dragged you all the way to the edge of the bed, your body still too tired for you to actively notice anything but the friction of the cotton burning against the bruising skin of your ass and the back of your thighs.

You barely remembered if it had been his hand or the belt — it was a remote memory. Maybe two or three hours ago.

Too much had happened to your body for you to hold on to such fickle facts.

“On your knees. Now.” His order was stark and cold, getting a piercing, squeaking whimper out of you, your legs dangling from the bed before he settled behind you, his thin and strong arms shaping you into the position he required you to be.

You were now sitting close to the edge of the bed, your legs bent underneath you as you finally found enough strength to cooperate.

With your back to his front, straddling him, you felt his throbbing cock against your core, lifting your hips just enough for him to place his tip against your entrance and slide inside once you gave in to the firm, hot fullness of him.

“Yes, my love. Ride it,” his voice came from over your shoulder, one hand coming down to your clit, already looking for one more orgasm, his other palm cupping your heavy breast, bouncing with the needy rise and fall of your hips and with your heavy breathing. Your nipples felt too delicate, too sensitive.

You cried out loudly and shamelessly once he pinched one, tugging at it before rolling it between his thumb and forefinger in a poor attempt at soothing your skin.

His breath was too cold against your sweaty skin.

He managed to bite your shoulder, sucking briefly at the curve of your neck before you felt his rough voice.

“I wish I could fuck you like this on a stage. Show everyone how good I am to you.” He slapped your breast once more before he started meeting your thrusts. “Show them how I make you cum. How I make you squirt all over me.” He bit and growled as he felt you get tighter. “I’m gonna show all of them how my sweet, delicate strawberry turns into the loveliest cumslut for this cock.”

You shook your head and cried out, imagining a thick crowd in front of you, watching in silence, waiting for your orgasm like football supporters wait for a goal, ready to cheer.

“My sweet strawberry. Bet no one can get you half as dirty…” He chuckled. “Such a  cute little fuckdoll. Aren’t you hungry for my cum? Don’t you wanna be filled up?”

You sobbed and nodded.

“Say it with your words, Giggles.”

“Sir, please,” you managed to squeal before both his hands grabbed your breasts.

“Please what?”

“I want your cum. I need your cum. I’m empty and cold without it.”

He felt pleasure grow almost too much, ready to overthrow him.

“That’s right. You’re only mine to fill up.” He tortured your nipples some more. “Aren’t you eager to be bred, like an expensive fine pet?”

“Please, gimme babies. I’m your pet. I’m only yours to be filled up, please Sir.” You felt more tears roll down your cheeks.

“That’s right. But this won’t work.” He murmured, helping you on all fours before grabbing your arms and pinning them behind your back, making your whole torso collapse onto the bed, your face meeting the spot where his cock was laying earlier as he ate you out. You could tell by the heavy scent of his sex.

“This is the right position for you to get all those babies. They’re gonna stay deep inside. Like this.” He said, driving his cock all the way inside you, humming at the increased depth and tightness.

“It would be so fun to let everyone see how we make babies, don’t you think? Almost a shame we didn’t film this.”

His giggles were evil and taunting, “I’m gonna cum. Would you like to, Giggles?”

You nodded and immediately felt his hand between your legs, touching you with expertise.

“You’ll get so round and soft. It’ll be so lovely.” Hoseok was reaching the very edge. “Everyone will know you’re getting fucked to be bred.” He bent down, closing his eyes and breathing deeper to control himself. “Being too horny when you’re ovulating, walking around the house in nothing but an oversized shirt.” He slapped your ass once, twice, three times, trying to last at least one more minute. “You’re really begging me to put a baby inside you.”

“Please, it’s all I want, please, Hoseok!”

“Such a good girl. You earned my cum so well, my sweet berry,” he managed to coo before he gave irregular, violent strokes.

“Oh, please!”

He lost himself once you squeezed him as tight as you could, forcing him to spill all his cum inside you, the hot spurts shooting against your oversensitive inner walls while his mouth opened wide, letting a few seconds go by before he actually managed to make a sound.  

He rammed inside you with animalistic force, fucking his cum deeper inside you, letting your tight cunt milk him until his balls didn’t feel heavy and uncomfortable anymore.

His sweaty forehead hit your nape, but you barely registered that. Pleasure crested and your body became numb to everything, finally giving in to exhaustion as your vision blacked out.

You didn’t know how long it had been when you managed to come back to reality; Hoseok was quiet behind you, your bodies now resting on your sides.

“Giggles,” he called gently.

You hummed and nodded.

“Are you doing okay, honey?” His voice was raw and concerned.

“I’m okay. Tired.”

He kissed your shoulder, where he could spot a bite mark darkening. “Do you need anything?”

You shook your head. On a second thought, you changed your mind. “Stay inside,” you whispered.

He did as you told him.

“I really want kids, Hobi.” Your voice was shaking and fatigued after all the heavy breathing and crying and screaming.

“We’ll have as many as you want,” he replied, drawing a line of kisses. “Whenever we’re ready.”

You nodded and scooted further back into him.

“You’ll be so beautiful, with a big round belly, glowing in happiness.” His hands caressed your body reverently. “You’ll be so sweet, breastfeeding our child on a rocking chair. And you’ll be the best at lullabies. Your voice is so nice and soothing,” he was getting emotional. “You’ll make the prettiest, gentlest of babies.”

You caught his hands in yours. “And you’ll spoil them rotten.”

“How can I say no to a mini-you?” He took in your scent, the smell of him and you and sex so deeply interwoven with every fibre of your being. “I hope they look like you.”

You tried to cuddle him as you heard him sniffle. “You’ll be the best dad in the universe.”

He gave a small laugh. “For now I’ll focus on the idea of getting all them babies inside you.”

You chuckled and wiggled your hips against him, squeezing around his half soft cock. “I second that.”

[jungkookiebus]

Possessed | jjk

Genre: smut, nonidol!au Pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x reader  Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: thigh riding, dirty talk, a little dirty talk with religious undertones...i’m sorry

Tagging my girl @bulletproofbirdy since I wrote it for her and @taehyungluvblog so she can suffer. 

You hadn’t been previously turned on before now, no. It was a typical Sunday night and you were sat on the couch, remote in hand, and eyes glued to the new show you were binging. So, your thoughts were far from dirty up until that moment, that moment Jungkook walked through the door. His keys jingled noisily in the lock and once more as he threw them down on the table in the hallway. You heard the telltale sound of his duffle bag hitting the floor and you swiveled where you sat to greet him. He wasn’t dressed up since he had just come back from the gym, but you had never seen him in this get up and for some reason it did things to you. Clad head to toe in gray Puma sweats, he nodded in greeting as he saw you, pushing his sweaty bangs off his forehead.

“Had a good day?” His question was innocent enough, but the timbre of his voice had you subconsciously rubbing your thighs together. God, were you ovulating? You continued staring at him and he raised his eyebrows in question.

Snapping out of your spell you finally spoke. “U-uh, yea, just watching this.” You gestured towards the paused show on tv.

His brows furrowed as his mouth turned down in mock concentration. “Okay,” he shrugged.

He went into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water, and came back to sit next to you on the couch. The pants were loose, but as he sat, they pulled taut over the thick muscles of his thighs. Your eyes wandered down the length of his legs, tongue darting out to wet your lips as you appreciatively drank him in.

“Are you okay?” He twisted the cap off the bottle and tilted his head back. It seemed as if time slowed; you noticed the slight twitch in his jaw as he drank, looking at his slender neck move in time with his swallows, and you especially held your breath as a stream of water escaped the corner of his mouth and slid down his still sweaty skin. You smacked your lips together as you attempted to get rid of your dry mouth.

“I’m fine.”

“Why do you seem so spaced out?”

He leaned forward to set the bottle on the coffee table and your eyes immediately shifted to his back. Yet again, the sweatshirt was loose, but it did give way a little at the bottom allowing you a small view of his toned back. He came back to his original position with a long sigh, lounging back further into the cushions and let his head drop against the back, eyes sliding shut. You sat, frozen, feet tucked under you as your thighs clenched tightly, seemingly unable to relax. Your grip on the remote tightened and you heard the plastic crack together slightly. Without moving his head, Jungkook opened his eyes and looked over at you, noticing how your eyes moved over him. Smirking to himself, he sighed once more, and patted his leg.

“Come sit on my thigh, baby.”

Your cough came out as a surprised sputter and you feigned ignorance at his words.

“I don’t know why you’d say that. Why do you want me to sit on your thigh…,” you trailed off, waving your hand to dismiss him as you tried to look at anything but him.

He grabbed your wrist and jerked you across the couch and you fumbled forward clumsily. Lightly grabbing your jaw as you righted yourself, he whispered, low, lips close to yours.

“I could see the way you were squirming over there. That little pussy of yours can’t get off on its own can it?”

You whimpered at his astute observation. He nipped lightly at your bottom lip as his free hand hooked into the band of your shorts.

“Off,” he demanded. Not wanting to waste a moment more you made quick work of your shorts and underwear, letting them slip off your feet. Grabbing your hips, he moved you over his clad thigh and pulled you down and forward over the soft fabric. You moaned as the friction over your clit caused a warmth to rise inside of you.

“Fuck yourself on me.”

Your breath seemed to catch in your lungs, causing your chest to burn at his words. His hand came to the small of your back, fingers splaying across your skin under your shirt. Grasping the hair on the back of your head he pulled your face closer to his. He captured your lips with his, breathing heavily and sounding as fucked out as you felt. He nipped along your jawline as you rolled your hips against his thigh, pushing down hard as he flexed his muscles, until he reached your ear and bit down on your earlobe. Crying, you felt as if every inch of your skin was extra sensitive and any attention he gave you heightened your arousal.

His hands were now holding both sides of your face, thumbs brushing over your cheeks as his fingers pushed into your neck.

“Look at me.”

Your hands were gripping his wrists, sweat started to bead at your temples, and you were whimpering as you ground down harder and harder. His eyes were large, bright even, as your eyes made contact with his.

“These pants are fucking soaked. Look at you making a mess all over me.” Your eyes threatened to close once more as his words soaked into your skin and shot to every nerve ending in your body. “Keep looking at me, baby.”

His sweatshirt was pulled tight along his shoulders as you moved your hands and fisted the fabric and your eyes flicked to his smooth chest that was now revealed the more you tugged.

“This outfit get you off, baby?”

You wanted to form words, you really did, but this was all too much for you. It was enough of a struggle as it was to maintain eye contact.

“If that’s the case then I’m going to come home in this more often. God, you’re fucking hot when you’re blissed out like this.”

Your skin was sticky, perspiration coated you the closer you got to your high; the fabric of your shirt clinging to the curves of your body. Jungkook watched in awe as your body seemed to move on its own, your mind too fucked out and gone to keep up. His hands kept your head straight, face close to yours as his breathing deepened, reading your body as your orgasm approached.

“Don’t close your eyes,” he whispered.

You watched him through half closed eyes. His mouth was open, and his eyes flitted between watching your hips and your face. Your breathing quickened and his fingers dug into your neck. You tried desperately to tell him you were about to come, but it was unneeded as he spoke.

“Come all over me, baby. Work that pussy over me and get yourself off like a good girl.”

Your body shuddered as it hit you, thighs clenching hard around his as your hips stuttered, riding out your orgasm. Eyes still on his face, you watched as his expression changed to one of pure satisfaction as you came.

“Such a good girl,” he cooed as his thumbs brushed across your cheeks. He made no attempt to touch you elsewhere as your body trembled, letting you ride this out on your own, using him to satiate yourself.

Collapsing forward, you buried your face into his neck, and it was only then that he let his hands roam across your back, soothing you. The fabric beneath you was entirely drenched and all at once you felt embarrassed and guilty.

“I probably ruined them,” you whispered.

“Nah,” he reassured you, “nothing a little Tide can’t fix. Besides, that was hot as fuck and I would most definitely let you do that any time you wanted.”

“I don’t know what got into me.”

“The fucking devil,” he laughed.

You leaned back and smiled as you looked at him. “Oh, please, Father Jungkook cleanse me.”

His cock twitched in his sweats at your words. “Oh? Now we’re into roleplay?”

“Take me into our room and maybe I’ll drop to my knees in prayer.”

His fingers dug into the skin of your thigh.

“Oh, we’ll see how serious you are about forgiveness when I’m ruining you and you’ll wish there was a savior here for you.”

“Please,” you whispered as you brought your face closer to his, “show me what it’s like to fall.”

Drabble Masterlist

[lastbluetardis]

And Baby Makes Four (1/7)

And here we are! The next installment of my Perfectly Matched series! Thanks a million to the fantastic @chocolatequeennk for beta-ing this for me and being a fantastic sounding board as I wrote this story.

Ten x Rose, Soulmates AU, Teen

This Chapter: ~7600 words, Teen

The love Rose and James share expands to include one more as they add another baby to their family.

AO3 | TSP | FF.net | Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3 | Ch4 | Ch5 | Ch6 | Epilogue

“So… Remember the conversation we had after Ainsley’s birthday party?” James murmured against her skin as the sweat cooled and their hearts slowed back to normal.

“Mmm.”

James snorted softly and pressed a parting kiss to her breast before he rolled off of her.

“Was that a yes or a no?” he teased, opening his arms for her as she nuzzled her way into his chest.

“Mmm.”

James laughed and gave her a squeeze. God, he loved this woman.

“You should know better than to try and have a conversation with me right after a good shag,” Rose mumbled into his chest.

“Was that a good shag?” he asked lightly.

“Oh, shut up, you know it was,” Rose said.

James giggled, the lingering endorphins making him feel happy, warm, and giddy.

“Right, what were you trying to say?” Rose asked, turning slightly so her head was on his shoulder.

She rested her hand on his chest and slowly rubbed her fingertips through his sparse smattering of chest hair. The motion lulled him into peacefulness, and he blinked heavily to keep from tugging her close and falling asleep.

“The conversation you and I had after Ainsley’s birthday party,” he prompted. “Do you remember it?”

“The one where we decided to try and expand our family?” Rose asked.

“That’s the one,” he said. James swallowed thickly. “It occurred to me that it has been a month and a half, and we still haven’t tried for a baby.”

“We’ve been shagging regularly without a condom,” Rose pointed out. “Doesn’t that constitute as trying?”

“I suppose. But we haven’t exactly been intentional with our shags,” James said. “We just go where the mood takes us. I haven’t been keeping track of your ovulation cycle, and I don’t think you have either. And we haven’t exactly been eating healthily this holiday season. And end of term stress was high for me. And—”

“James, what are you getting at?” Rose asked.

“Well, I was just wondering if you still, y’know, wanted to…” He trailed off awkwardly and stared resolutely at the ceiling.

“James, look at me.”

Never able to resist that command, James turned his head and looked at his wife.

“I still want to try for a baby,” she said softly. “Do you?”

“Yeah,” he whispered immediately.

“All right, then,” Rose said, nodding decisively. “New Year’s Resolution: start seriously trying for a baby?”

“Yeah. Yeah, agreed.”

Rose returned her head to his chest and cuddled close to him as he stroked his fingers through her hair.

“I-I was worried maybe you’d gotten cold feet,” he admitted. “And didn’t know how to tell me.”

“Nope,” Rose said. “Just been busy, like you said. I definitely want another baby with you. Yeah, there are days I panic and think one is enough. Like when Ainsley tried to flush a dirty nappy down the toilet and backed up the plumbing. Or whenever she throws a fit in public. But then there are the moments when she snuggles with us in bed or cries for one more bedtime story because she doesn’t want us to leave yet or she picks a flower for us, and I want about a million babies.”

“A million?” James asked, grinning. “Well, let’s stick to two, for now, then we can talk about more later.”

“Fair enough.” Rose groaned as she arched her back in a stretch, and she nuzzled even closer to him, ready to drift off to sleep. “Happy anniversary, James.”

“Happy anniversary, Rose.”

oOoOo

True to their resolution, James and Rose started working towards another conception. They both began using the period tracker app again, and they made a point to eat healthy and get enough sleep—well, as much sleep as they could, with a toddler in the house.

The winter gradually turned into spring, and there was still no hint of an impending baby.

“D’you think something’s wrong?” Rose asked James one night. She was laying on the couch with her head in his lap and a heating pad on her abdomen, dealing with the monthly reminder that they weren’t pregnant.

“Wrong?” he asked, looking down at her from the crossword puzzle he was finishing.

“Yeah. D’you think there’s a reason we’re not getting pregnant?”

“Rose, love, it’s only been four months,” James said softly, setting his puzzle to the side. He stroked his fingers through her hair and said, “These things can take time. You know that.”

“Didn’t take any time last time,” Rose mumbled, closing her eyes and relaxing into his touch.

“Well, we were spoiled by that,” James said. “Please don’t get discouraged. We’ve still got time. If by the Christmas holidays it hasn’t happened yet, we can go to the doctor’s to make sure things are all right for us both.”

“The Christmas holidays?” Rose spluttered.

“It’ll have been a year, then,” James said patiently. “Besides, most doctors won’t call it fertility problems until a couple has been trying for a year or more.”

“I know,” Rose murmured. “I just… I want to be pregnant, James. I want another baby. I want to be a mum again and to give you another child and to give Ainsley a sibling.”

“I know you do,” he whispered. “I want that too, love. But don’t put that pressure on yourself. This isn’t all down to you. I think I’m a pretty important contributor, eh?”

Rose chuckled as he wiggled his eyebrows at her, and she reached for the hand that wasn’t playing with her hair.

“I love you,” she murmured.

“I love you, too.”

But as springtime waned into hints of summer, James was finding it harder to stay positive. He knew five months was hardly any time at all, regarding pregnancy, but he really wanted another baby.

He couldn’t tell Rose how much it was bothering him that they weren’t pregnant yet, not when he was constantly reminding her to not worry about it and that they still had plenty of time to conceive a baby and that it would eventually happen.

But he couldn’t deny their failures were weighing on him.

“Everything all right, mate?” Robert asked as he played his latest move in their game of Scrabble.

“Hmm? Oh, sure. Yeah. Why?”

Robert raised an eyebrow, and James sighed and dropped his gaze to his own tile rack, where a string of vowels greeted him. He’d gone to visit his dad while Rose, Ainsley, and Jackie went on a shopping trip, and he had hoped to get advice from his dad, but James knew there was really no advice to be given on this, except to be patient. But he was sick of being patient.

“Rose and I have decided to try for another baby,” he said softly, arranging the tiles alphabetically.

“That’s great,” Robert said, smiling.

James shook his head. “We decided that six months ago. Still nothing.”

Robert’s face pinched in sympathy. “These things take time, you know. Your mum and I…”

“Yes, I know,” James said shortly. “You were trying for five years and lost three pregnancies, so it could be worse and we should be thankful to already have Ainsley.”

“That’s actually not what I was going to say,” Robert said coolly, leveling James with a hard look.

James felt the tips of his ears heat up. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

“What I was going to say was that your mum and I never stopped trying, despite all of our failures. Yes, it was hard, and it was heartbreaking, but then one day it all paid off,” Robert said. “I know it’s frustrating and disappointing—believe me, I know—and I know you both are probably wondering if it’s something wrong with you. But James, mate, as you said, it’s only been six months. Yes, it’s longer than you’d like, but give it a bit more time. Things will work out all right in the end.”

“But what if they don’t?” James asked. “What if we never get pregnant?”

“Then you and Rose can discuss that if the time comes,” Robert said simply. “You could look into other options, if you both want more kids that badly. But try not to worry too much about it, James. Things will happen in their own time. Have you spoken to Rose about how upset you are?”

“I’m not upset, per se,” James said. “Just frustrated. And no, because she’s frustrated too, but I keep telling her not to worry and that it’ll happen.”

“Time to heed your own advice, I think,” Robert said with a smile. “Easier said than done, I know. But I have hope for you and Rose that everything will turn out all right.”

James nodded and then said, “My tiles are all rubbish. D’you have a consonant I could have? You can take your pick of vowels.”

Robert laughed and said, “I’ve got a ‘T’ you can have if you give me a ‘U’?”

“Oh, no, you’ve got the ‘Q’, haven’t you?”

“Do you want a consonant or not?” Robert asked sweetly.

James rolled his eyes and looked at the board, where the word ‘long’ had already been played. He stuck two of his three ‘O’s in front of the word.

“Ha! Seven!” James scribbled down his points and tallied the score; he was losing miserably to his father. He then stuck his hand into the velvet bag of letters for new tiles. “If I get any more vowels, I’m turning them back.”

oOoOo

James’s conversation with his dad helped calm his fraying nerves. Robert was right; he and Rose still had plenty of time to conceive another baby. They were both young and healthy; he had to believe it would happen in its own time.

He was soon overcome with end of term madness, and hardly had any time to worry about the lack of pregnancy. His students were constantly emailing him and showing up to his office hours for last-minute help, but then finally all of his exams were given and graded, and he was free, save for the one summer class he taught.

He loved summertime. It was far less hectic than any other season, and he spent his extra free time with his wife and daughter. They took long weekends as often as they could, and they frequently visited the beach, where James made sure to thoroughly slather on sunscreen so as not to have a repeat performance of the dreadful sunburn he had gotten the summer before.

James and Rose had taken several private weekends away together, too. While they absolutely adored vacations with their daughter, it was nice to have alone time and not have to worry about little eyes and ears seeing and hearing things they shouldn’t. Those trips always left them feeling refreshed, exhilarated, and giddy.

After one of their private weekends away, James was due to give the midterm exam of the summer session. Rose cooked him his favorite dinner that night as he shut himself in the home office to get grades in, and after supper, she had an even bigger surprise waiting for him.

“I got a new photo album while I was out today,” Rose said as they walked back to the living room after putting Ainsley to bed.

“Ainsley’s album isn’t full already, is it?” James asked, his eyes widening. He knew they took a generous number of photos of their daughter, but the last he looked, there were plenty of pages to go in the current baby book.

“Oh, this one isn’t for Ainsley,” Rose said, and James narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the note of excitement in her voice. “Anyways, I took the liberty and started adding to it.”

James opened up the book, and saw three things tucked inside the book that made his throat swell shut. The first was a photo of Rose standing sideways from the camera with her shirt tugged up to reveal her flat belly, and underneath she’d written “five(ish) weeks”. The second was a painting of a pair of hands cradling a swollen belly, and the words “And baby makes four” were painted across the stomach. The third was a thin piece of plastic: a positive pregnancy test.

James’s ears were ringing as he stared down at the book unseeingly. A baby. They’d finally made a baby.

“Oh, Rose,” he rasped, setting the book down on the coffee table before he curled into Rose’s side and held her. He was going to be a dad to another little person. “We made a baby!”

“We made a baby,” she confirmed softly, reverent awe coloring her tone.

“When did you find out?” he asked.

“Just this morning,” she answered. “My day off wasn’t much of a day off. I went into the office so Penny could help me with the photo, then to paint the picture for you.”

James giggled high in his throat as he hugged her tighter, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or cry or both. After seven months, they finally succeeded.

“I’m so happy,” he whispered, pressing kisses along her collarbone.

“Me too,” Rose sighed, tilting her head to the side as he kissed the join of her neck and shoulder. “I was half tempted to burst into your lecture this morning to tell you the news.”

“You could’ve,” he said, letting his lips and tongue taste more of her as he nudged aside the collar of her shirt.

“I wanted to be a little more creative than interrupting you at work,” Rose said dryly. “Especially during an exam.”

James hummed against her skin and started sucking more boldly at her neck as his fingertips stroked her upper thigh. He rested his hands on her hips and tugged, urging her to straddle his lap.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as she caught his lips in a kiss. He hummed into her lips as she leisurely explored his mouth with her tongue while he stuck his hands down the back of her jeans and massaged her arse, feeling overjoyed and overwhelmed with love for his wife and family.

Later, they moved from the couch and to their bedroom to clean up and get themselves ready for bed.

But when James stepped into their en suite, he stopped short.

“Blimey, did you buy out the entire shop?”

Rose poked her head into the en suite to see what caught his attention, and she laughed when she saw her husband gawping at the six other positive pregnancy tests on the counter.

“Wanted to be thorough, is all,” Rose said, stepping up behind him to wrap her arms around his waist. She scraped her teeth across his back and laved her tongue across the mole between his shoulder blades as she let her hands wander. “M’always thorough, if I do say so myself.”

“That you are,” he sighed, his head tipping back in pleasure as she took his soft cock in her hand and coaxed it to life under her gentle touch.

“Efficient, too,” she murmured, smirking against his skin as she felt him hardening in her hand. “Speaking of efficiency, care to share a shower with me, my love?”

“There’s nothing I’d like more,” he growled, spinning in her arms to press a hard kiss to her lips.

The following morning, Rose awoke slowly to the feeling of fingertips tracing across her bare stomach. She let her eyes flutter open, and she blinked a few times to clear her vision and then saw James curled up on his side with his head on the edge of her pillow as his hand covered her stomach.

“Morning,” she whispered, pecking a kiss to his forehead.

“Morning,” he replied, scooting closer to her to drape his body across hers now that she was awake.

Rose opened her arms for him as he nuzzled his cheek into her shoulder and threw a leg across hers and continued mindlessly tracing patterns across her belly. Happiness flared deep inside her when she saw how peaceful James looked. She hadn’t noticed how tense he had become these last several months, but now that all traces of his tension and frustration were gone, she realized it had been ages since he’d looked this young.

“I love you,” she whispered, carding her fingers through his hair as she pressed lazy kisses to his forehead.

“I love you, too,” he said, turning his head to brush his lips across the swell of her breast. “You and Ainsley and our new baby.”

“How soon should we break the news to Ainsley, do you think?” Rose asked. “We waited a long time before announcing our pregnancy last time… If we do that again, we’d have to keep it a secret from her for another couple of months.”

“Yeah, and she’s bound to pick up that something’s changed,” James mused softly. “She’s such a perceptive child.”

“Mhm,” Rose said. “Speaking of perceiving… she ought to be up soon.”

As if the very words alone conjured her, they heard a soft tapping of knuckles against their bedroom door.

“So… do we tell her now? Or wait?” James asked, moving so they could let their daughter into their room.

“Let’s… let’s wait,” Rose said hesitantly. “Like we did last time. Wait until we’re sure the pregnancy is established. But if she notices something or explicitly asks, we tell her?”

“Sounds good,” James said.

They heard another series of rapping on the door and a quiet whisper of, “Mummy? Daddy?”

“You can come in, darling,” James said, opening the door. Ainsley was standing in just her nappy, and was bouncing excitedly on her toes.

“Daddy!” she squealed, beaming up at him.

James grinned down at her and scooped her up into his arms. God, he loved his daughter, and soon, he would have another daughter or a son to love and care for.

oOoOo

The rest of the summer passed without much excitement, though James and Rose were dying to tell their daughter about their good news. It was easier to keep the secret when they found that, much like the last pregnancy, Rose was hardly experiencing any symptoms. There were a few mornings she felt nauseated, but it thankfully wasn’t severe enough to cause vomiting.

Similarly to her last pregnancy, though, she became a picky eater. However, unlike her last pregnancy, where James made sure to keep a constant stock of bananas in the house for her, Rose couldn’t stand the fruit. The smell alone was enough to turn her stomach, and she nearly gagged one morning when James tried to kiss her after having eaten one.

He apologized profusely, and after he thoroughly brushed his teeth, Rose watched him dump the entire bunch into the trash.

“You don’t have to do that,” Rose protested.

James turned back around and stepped up to her to peck a kiss to her forehead.

“It’s no problem,” he said. “I love bananas, yes, but I love kissing you more. And I’d rather you not gag and pull away at my kisses. I’ll start to get self conscious.”

Rose rolled her eyes. “Oh, shut up. You know you’re a great kisser.”

James preened at the compliment, and as though to show her just how good a kisser he really was, he bent down and pressed a long, smacking kiss to her lips.

The beginning of the new semester brought with it the end of the first trimester of Rose’s pregnancy, and they were relieved and excited when their obstetrician told them everything looked absolutely perfect with their baby.

“I can give you my tentative guess on the sex,” Doctor Ashwood said, rolling her ultrasound probe over the small bump between Rose’s hips. “But your baby isn’t in the most helpful of positions at the moment.”

“Then let’s hold off,” Rose said, glancing up at James to make sure he was in agreement.

His eyes were glued to the screen showing their baby, but he nodded mindlessly and said, “Yeah, sure, sounds good.”

Rose smiled at her daft soulmate, and they left the clinic later that afternoon with a fresh ultrasound photo in their wallets, and a feeling of excitement at the prospect of finally being able to tell Ainsley and their family and friends about their good news.

They picked Ainsley up early from daycare, much to her delight, and they walked to get what would probably be their last ice cream of the season, now that autumn was on the horizon. James and Rose each got a different sundae, and shared it with their daughter until they were all full and hyped up on sugar.

When they got home later that afternoon, there was a buzz of excitement between Rose and James, and Ainsley seemed to pick up on it, because she was in a much bubblier mood than normal.

“Ainsley, darling, Mummy and I have something to show you,” James said after glancing over at Rose to get her approval. “C’mere.”

James and Rose sat on the sofa, and James pulled Ainsley into his lap as Rose took out their latest ultrasound photo from her purse.

“What’s that?” Ainsley asked curiously, leaning over to see what her mum had in her hands.

“It’s a picture of your new little brother or sister,” Rose said, scooting over until her thigh was pressed tight against James’s. “It’s a baby. You’re going to be a big sister, sweetheart. Isn’t that exciting?”

Ainsley looked less than impressed, as she took the photo and blinked at it.

“Not baby,” she proclaimed.

“What do you mean, ‘not baby’?” James asked, stifling a laugh as he stroked his fingers through her hair.

“Not baby,” Ainsley repeated. She paused for a moment, then said, “Jellybean! Biiiiig jellybean.”

James and Rose broke out in peals of laughter, then Rose turned slightly and lifted up her shirt to reveal her small baby bump.

“I assure you, sweetheart, there is definitely a baby growing in here,” Rose said, holding out her hand for Ainsley’s. She took her daughter’s hand and rested it on her belly as she tried to think of a comparison to draw to help Ainsley understand.

“Remember the movie The Emperor’s New Groove?” James said suddenly, resting his hand reverently on Rose’s belly next to Ainsley’s. “Remember how Pacha and Chicha have two kids, and Chicha is pregnant and then they have three kids? Or Princess Merida, and her three little brothers. It’s the same idea, darling. Mummy is pregnant, and next spring—around March twenty-fifth—we’ll have another baby, and you’ll be a big sister.”

Ainsley regarded them for a few moments, then looked down at Rose’s belly.

“Three brothers?” she asked warily.

“Oh, no, sweetheart, just one,” Rose assured. “And it might not be a brother. It could be a sister. Like Lilo and Nani, or Anna and Elsa.”

“Why?” Ainsley asked, pulling her hand away and leaning back against James.

“Why what?” James asked.

“Why baby?” she asked.

James glanced at Rose over the top of Ainsley’s head, unsure of their daughter’s question, or of how to answer it.

“Well, Mummy and I wanted another baby,” he said slowly. “And to give you a sibling to play with and love forever.”

“Other baby?” she asked, and James was alarmed to hear her little voice break.

“What’s the matter, darling?” he asked, spinning her on his lap to look at her.

“Love baby,” she whimpered, her lower lip quivering. “Still love Ainsley? Please?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Rose gasped as James lifted Ainsley for a tight hug.

“We will always love you,” James whispered fiercely, rubbing his hand up and down Ainsley’s back as she clung to him. “You hear me? Always. Having a new baby won’t change that. Ainsley, do you understand?

Ainsley pulled back to look at him, and she rubbed her arm across her nose.

“Always love Ainsley,” she repeated, leaning forward until her forehead was pressed against James’s.

“That’s right,” he said, nuzzling his nose against hers. “Mummy and I will always love our Ainsley. We love you so much, darling. So, so much. Nothing will ever change that.”

“Love you,” Ainsley replied, pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips. “Watch Frozen? Please?”

James groaned as Ainsley blinked up at him with those big blue eyes he could never say no to.

“Oh, all right,” he said with a long-suffering sigh. “Go on and find it for me.”

Ainsley beamed and jumped off his lap to run to the cabinet that contained all of their DVDs.

“This is your fault,” James grumbled as he watched Ainsley search for the film. “If you hadn’t mentioned Anna and Elsa, we could be watching a good Disney film.”

Rose smirked at him, even as she tried to hide her distaste for the film their daughter wanted to watch.

oOoOo

They took a couple weeks to let Ainsley adjust to the idea of there being a new baby on the way before telling anyone else about the pregnancy. And as it turned out, they weren’t even the ones to tell Jackie and Robert about the new baby.

“What have you got there, Ainsley?” Robert asked, crouching down next to his granddaughter as she talked to herself while she colored.

“Drawing,” she said, setting down the yellow crayon before picking up the brown one.

“It’s lovely,” Jackie said, settling down on Ainsley’s other side. “Do you want to tell us what you’re drawing?”

“Mummy and Daddy,” Ainsley narrated as she pointed to each amorphous blob. “Ainsley and baby.”

“And baby?” Jackie asked, furrowing her brow, before she shrieked, “And baby! Oh my God!”

Ainsley jumped at her gran’s loud shout and looked around, alarmed.

“What’s wrong?” James asked, poking his head into the living room to see what the fuss was about.

“Ainsley said ‘and baby’! You’re pregnant?!” Jackie shrieked again.

“Ehm, surprise?” James said meekly, even though he was grinning widely.

“You plum! How long have you known?” Jackie asked, pushing herself up off the floor to harass James and Rose.

“Since the end of July,” Rose answered, rooting through her purse for the latest ultrasound photo to show her mother.

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Jackie exclaimed. “Congratulations! When are you due?”

“End of March,” James answered, lifting Ainsley up when she wandered into the kitchen to see what the adults were talking about.

“Oh, aren’t you so excited, Ainsley?” Jackie cooed, tickling Ainsley’s neck as she passed the sonogram to Robert. “You’ll have a little brother or sister to play with!”

“Little sister,” Ainsley said firmly.

“Oh! It’s a girl!” Jackie squealed.

“No, no. We’re not sure yet,” James admitted. “But Ainsley’s convinced she’s getting a little sister. Not sure what’ll happen if it’s a boy.”

“A girl,” Ainsley said, touching James’s face. “Daddy. S’a girl.”

James smiled indulgently and pecked a kiss to Ainsley’s forehead.

“Ah, she’ll come around if it’s not a girl,” Robert said, handing the sonogram back to Rose. “Congratulations, darling. This is excellent news!”

“Thanks, Dad,” Rose said, opening her arms for a hug.

“I’m so happy for you,” he murmured into her ear, giving her a tight squeeze. “I told James it would happen it its own time.”

Rose grinned into his shirt and held him for another moment before letting him go.

“Well, now that Ainsley spilled the beans prematurely,” Rose said, winking at her daughter, “let’s go out to lunch?”

They spent the day celebrating with their parents, and afterwards, when they put Ainsley to bed that evening, they snuggled up on the sofa with their respective iPads to begin planning for their new baby. Rose was looking up ideas for how to paint the bedroom that would become the nursery while occasionally flipping through lists of baby names; James was rereading all of the facts about the size of their baby and her rate of growth inside Rose, despite still remembering most of it from when they were pregnant with Ainsley.

But just as he flipped to an article warning parents about potential sibling rivalries, Rose interrupted him.

“So, I’ve been thinking…”

James looked up as Rose trailed off nervously.

“About?” he prompted.

“Giving birth.”

James quirked an eyebrow and set his tablet to the side.

“Already? Love, we don’t have to worry about that for another six months,” he said gently.

“I know. But… what do you think about the idea of a home birth?” she blurted out.

James blinked at her for a moment.

“Excuse me?” he asked, sure he’d heard her wrong.

“A home birth,” Rose said again.

“No,” he said flatly.

Rose frowned. “Just like that? ‘No’? We’re not even going to discuss it?”

“What’s there to discuss?” James asked. “I don’t want you giving birth anywhere other than in a medical facility with trained medical staff on hand. This is non-negotiable, Rose.”

“Midwives are trained to deliver babies, you know,” Rose huffed, beginning to get irritated with him. What on earth is his problem?

“Our home is not an appropriate medical facility,” James said through clenched teeth.

“It’s not like we’re talking about surgery, here,” Rose said hotly. “It’s just delivering a baby!”

“And what if something goes wrong?” James shouted. “Eh? What then? We are a fifteen minute drive from the hospital, Rose. What if you or our baby need emergency medical assistance? Fifteen minutes might be too late! I won’t put you or our baby in that kind of danger. I can’t. I can’t.”

Understanding dawned on Rose, and with it came guilt. She should have realized…

She reached out and touched his thigh.

“James, look at me, love,” she commanded softly as he glared at the coffee table.

He slowly raised his head, and Rose saw the utter fear in his face.

“I’m sorry,” Rose murmured, scooting closer until her thigh was pressed against his. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize where your reluctance was coming from.”

“You giving birth to our child involves two of the most important people in my life,” he murmured, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “If something goes wrong… If I lost you… Or the baby… God, or-or both of you...”

Rose reached up and cradled his head against her neck and stroked her fingers through his hair.

“You won’t,” Rose assured. “Hundreds of thousands of women give birth safely every day.”

“Some women still die from giving birth,” James countered. “I will not gamble with your safety, Rose. Please don’t ask me to.”

“I’m not asking you to,” Rose answered. “But… don’t you think it would be nice for us to be able to labor and deliver in the comfort of our home? Last time, with Ainsley, I was being poked and prodded and examined and bothered every few minutes, it seemed.”

“You were in labor five weeks early,” he pointed out.

“All my mates tell me that’s normal, even for a completely problem-free labor,” Rose argued. “I don’t want to feel like a lab rat, James. I want to be as comfortable as possible, and there is nowhere I feel more comfortable at than in our home, with you.”

James sighed.

“Can you at least promise to think about it?” Rose asked, rubbing her hand along his thigh. “Please? For me? And I promise, James, I promise that if my doctor at any point tells me that it would be a risk to give birth anywhere other than a hospital, I’ll drop the idea.”

James nuzzled the top of her head.

“Okay,” he whispered, kissing her hair. “Yeah, okay. Let me think about it and look into it more.”

“Thank you.”

oOoOo

“All right, it looks like your baby is in a much better position this time,” Doctor Ashwood said, rolling her wand around Rose’s stomach. “Do you still want to know the gender of your baby?”

“Yes, please,” James and Rose said in unison.

They waited with bated breath as they watched the screen and listened to the strong, healthy heartbeat of their baby. Doctor Ashwood pressed a few keys on her computer, and the picture froze.

“Congratulations,” the doctor said, smiling. “You’re having another girl!”

James smiled down at Rose, his heart full to bursting. He was getting another beautiful little girl!

He leaned down and caught her lips in a chaste kiss as the doctor printed out new sonogram photos for them and wiped the gel off of Rose’s stomach.

“Ainsley is going to be thrilled,” James murmured against her mouth.

“Yeah she is,” Rose agreed, standing up from the exam table. They accepted the newest photo of their baby—their daughter!—and walked out of the clinic, hand in hand.

James had to go back into work for a few hours—“Damn faculty meetings,” he grumbled—so Rose left to pick up Ainsley.

“Ainsley, do you want to know if you’re having a little brother or sister?” Rose asked when they got home from from the daycare.

“A sister,” Ainsley answered gravely. “Mummy, want a sister.”

“Well, you’re in luck,” Rose said with a grin. “The baby is a girl. You’re getting your little sister. Isn’t that exciting?”

“Little sister,” Ainsley said happily, stepping up to Rose. She rested her hands on Rose’s baby bump, and looked up at her mum. “My sister.”

“Yep, your sister,” Rose answered, brushing Ainsley’s hair out of her eyes. “You’re going to be a great big sister, you know. I love you so much, Ainsley.”

“Love you, Mummy.” Then Ainsley rested her head on Rose’s belly and whispered, “Love you, sister.”

Rose’s eyes stung with tears, and she sniffed as she stroked her fingers through Ainsley’s soft hair. At the sound, Ainsley looked up and her little brows furrowed.

“Mummy sad?” she asked.

“No, sweetheart,” Rose said, picking Ainsley up for a hug. “I’m just so happy. And I love you so much. Are you happy to be getting a little sister?”

“Mhm,” Ainsley said, nodding. “Wanna play?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, I do,” Rose said, crawling onto the floor with Ainsley to help her daughter build the tallest block tower she could.

The next several weeks passed uneventfully. They slowly started stocking up on nappies and wipes for the baby, but they’d kept all of Ainsley’s baby things, so there wasn’t much for them to buy.

The weather quickly grew cold and damp, and it seemed that it rained every day in October. Except for James’s birthday: the clouds broke and the sun seemed to shine just for him.

“Did you have a nice birthday?” Rose asked as she loaded the dishwasher from the dinner they’d shared with Robert and Jackie.

“Yep! It’s always a good day when I can spend it with my family,” he said brightly. “You know that.”

He watched her for a few moments as she put the detergent pod into the dishwasher and started the cycle. She was utterly stunning. She was sporting a definitive baby bump, and every time he looked at it or touched it, James went giddy with happiness. They were just about at the halfway mark of the pregnancy, and James could hardly wait for the arrival of their daughter.

“So, I’ve been thinking a lot about your idea of you giving birth here in our home,” James said, taking her hand in his to walk them to the living room.

Rose sat down on the sofa and angled herself towards him, giving him her full attention. She had been wondering if she should bring up the conversation again. On one hand, she knew James liked to be thorough in his research; on the other, she knew he often avoided topics that made him anxious, and so she hadn’t known if he was still looking into home births or if he had been ignoring it in hopes she would let the idea die.

“Just a general recommendation, don’t go onto those parenting blogs and read the horror stories that come from home births,” he said lightly, taking her hand in his.

“Yeah, I’ve stopped reading those types of blogs,” Rose said with a grimace, recalling the many tragic stories that she couldn’t believe people posted on the internet for the public to read.

She then felt a swell of disappointment; she knew James’s penchant for fixating on everything that could go wrong, and she knew that him reading about the negative experiences others had had with home births had probably turned him off of the idea completely.

“But there are loads of positive ones, too,” he said, mindlessly spinning her wedding and engagement rings around her finger. Rose looked down at their hands; before too long, her fingers would be too swollen to continue wearing her rings; she could already feel the metal pressing slightly into her skin. “And there are loads of really great midwives in our area. There’s this one I saw… It’s a birthing center that has a direct connection to the hospital. They’re about twenty minutes away, and had some of the best reviews online. They have a ‘round the clock emergency on-call staff. And their midwives are trained to even give prenatal care, so we could let the midwife start being part of the pregnancy so we could all become comfortable with each other.”

“James, are you trying to say what I think you’re trying to say?” Rose asked excitedly, barely daring to hope.

“I’m trying to say that I think we should check out this facility,” he said, finally looking at her. “To get all the facts, you know. They’ve got free first-visit consultations for the clinic, as well as for first interviews of the midwives. I’m still bloody terrified, Rose. But the thought of us being able to stay in our home for the birth and recovery… I can’t deny that it sounds appealing. Hospital food is atrocious, you know.”

“Just agreeing because of the food, eh?” Rose teased, beaming up at him.

“Of course.” He flashed her a wink.

Rose reached up and cupped her hand around the base of his neck and tugged him in for a gentle kiss. She rubbed her thumb through his hair as her lips moved against his. He breathed in sharply through his nose as Rose sucked his bottom lip into her mouth.

Their mouths broke apart with a soft, wet pop, and Rose nuzzled her nose against his.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you for thinking about this and for taking it seriously.”

“Of course I took it seriously,” he protested at once. “How could I not, when it involves you and our baby?”

Rose shrugged. “Still, thank you.” She then leaned up and caught his lips in for another kiss, intending on continuing his birthday with a more private celebration.

oOoOo

“You’re getting to be such a big girl,” Rose said, guiding Ainsley to her bedroom for her birthday present. “Daddy and I have a surprise for you.”

She and James stood anxiously in the doorway as Ainsley stepped into her bedroom. For the last three years, a crib had been the main feature of the room, but now, the white wooden crib had been replaced by a small dark wood bed.

Ainsley stood motionless, then she turned around and looked at them with a deep furrow in her brow.

“Where’s my bed?”

“This is your bed, sweetheart,” Rose answered, injecting as much enthusiasm into her voice as she could. “It’s brand new! It’s a big girl bed, for our big girl. Isn’t it lovely, Ainsley?”

“No.” Ainsley shook her head. “My bed.”

“Well, we moved it,” James explained, rubbing his hand along the back of his neck. “To the baby’s room.”

“I want my bed,” Ainsley said, frowning. “My bed. I want my bed!”

“I’m sorry, darling, but your sister is going to need the crib,” James said gently, crouching down beside their daughter. “This bed is just like Mummy’s and Daddy’s, only it’s Ainsley sized! C’mere. Why don’t we test it out?”

James sat down on the low-lying mattress, and his knees nearly touched his chest. He patted the mattress beside him, and Ainsley crawled over his thighs to sit beside him. She reached out and touched the safety bars near the head of the bed.

“That’s to make sure you don’t fall out,” James said. “It’s a short fall, but I’m sure it’d be scary nevertheless. So what do you think, darling? Will it do?”

Ainsley clenched and unclenched her hands around the guard rails.

“I want my bed,” she said again, frowning.

They continued to try to get Ainsley excited about her new bed, but she was still less than impressed when it came to bedtime. She refused to be put into her new bed, and screamed and cried loudly when they tried. James and Rose took turns soothing her for nearly an hour before she tired herself out and fell asleep in Rose’s arms.

She let Ainsley sleep in her arms until she and James went to bed, and they cautiously tucked her into her new bed, hoping for the best.

Everything was going wonderfully until two in the morning, when James and Rose awoke to loud wails and screams. They both vaulted out of bed, thinking Ainsley somehow fell out of her bed, but when they opened their bedroom door, they saw Ainsley pulling on the latched doorknob to the nursery.

“Want my bed!” she screamed through her tears. “Want my bed!”

“Darling, you have a bed in your room,” James said, crouching down beside her after he ushered Rose back to their room, assuring her he could handle their upset child. “C’mon. Let’s get you tucked back in bed.”

“No!” she cried. “No, no, no, no, no! Want my bed! Daddy! I want my bed! I want my bed! I want my bed!”

“What if Daddy comes and lays with you for a bit in your bed?” James offered, walking into Ainsley’s room.

“No! Don’t want to!” Ainsley flailed and shoved at his shoulders and her foot kicked into his hip.

“Ainsley Grace, stop it,” he said firmly, setting her down on the ground before she kicked him in a more sensitive area. “You know better than to kick and hit me. Ainsley, look at me.”

But Ainsley continued to cry and sob, and James rested his hands on her waist and massaged his thumbs across her belly as he waited for her to listen.

“Ainsley,” he whispered, and her cries quieted so she could hear him. “Ainsley, darling. Look at me.”

Her shoulders shook as she sniffled and tried to stop her tears. James wiped her face clean with a tissue, then tried the conversation again.

“Darling, what happened?” he asked gently. “Why don’t you like your new bed?”

“I want my bed,” she whimpered. “My bed. Not baby’s. Mine.”

“But you’re too big for the crib,” James lied.

“Nuh uh,” Ainsley said, shaking her head. “S’my bed.”

James sighed, and rubbed his fingers into his eyes.

“Sleep with you?” Ainsley asked suddenly.

“Do you want me to lie with you?” he asked, gesturing to her bed.

“No,” Ainsley said, shaking her head vigorously. “Sleep with you. You and Mummy.”

James nodded and sighed. He’d hoped the transition to her bed would have been smoother, but it was the middle of the night and he was exhausted.

“Okay, darling,” he said, picking her up. “Just for tonight, okay?”

Ainsley nuzzled her face into his neck, stuck her thumb into her mouth, and let out a yawn.

“I love you, Daddy,” she murmured, and James pressed his lips into her hair.

“I love you, too,” he whispered, carrying her into their bedroom, where Rose was still awake.

Thankfully, there were no more tantrums that night, and by the time Ainsley woke up, bright and early, she seemed to be completely over her distress.

“So how did Ainsley like her new bed?” Robert asked that morning over the phone.

“She didn’t like it as much as we’d hoped,” James replied, rubbing his tired eyes as he refilled his coffee. “We woke up to a very unhappy three-year-old.”

“Ah. Did she try to climb back into her crib?” Robert prompted.

James frowned. “Yeah. How did you know?”

“You did the same thing,” he answered with a laugh. “It took about a month for you to sleep a full night in your big boy bed. Your mum and I left your door open and the door to the home office, where we stored your crib, and we let you come and go as you pleased during the night.”

“Do you think Rose and I should do that?” James asked. “What if she falls trying to get into the crib?”

“She’s been able to climb in and out of her crib for months. She’ll be fine,” Robert assured. “See if it helps. It might take awhile for her to get comfortable with the change you’re trying to bring. There is a lot of change going on in her life at the moment. Just be patient and let her adjust at her own pace. She’ll be fine.”

They decided to heed Robert’s suggestion. That night, they made sure Ainsley was asleep before they tucked her into her toddler bed, and they left the nursery door wide open for her, but gated off the hallway so she couldn’t wander the rest of the house.

The following morning, they found Ainsley curled up in her old crib with her favorite blanket.

They continued the routine for a week, until one morning, they awoke and found Ainsley still asleep in her bed.

After that, she spent her nights in her bed, and she eventually was able to be tucked into bed while still awake.

When James and Rose asked how she liked her new bed, she replied, “S’my bed. Crib’s for baby.”

James and Rose smiled at each other over the rims of their mugs. They still had four and a half months to wait, but with Ainsley’s acceptance of her role as big sister and her concession of her crib, it felt like they made a big step in the right direction, and that they were more or less ready for the baby to come.