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basicallyahedgehog · 2 years ago

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Happy birthday darling Fay @thesleepiesthufflepuff!!! You are such a ray of light and a joy to know, and I am so so so grateful to be able to call you my friend. You deserve the whole world, but I hope this fluffy little thing inspired by Clodagh and her jammies will suffice. Wishing you the happiest of birthdays and all the puppy snuggles today.

Harry paced restlessly up and down the hallway as he waited for the dog trainer to arrive. It had seemed like a good idea at the time — Dog needed to be trained, and No Bark, No Bite had the highest ratings in the neighbourhood. Harry had been full of hope as he’d filled out the online form, visions of long walks with his faithful companion swimming through his head. It had all come crashing down, however, when the confirmation email came through.

“Draco Malfoy will see you at 10am on Wednesday morning.”

So here Harry was, contemplating whether he could just live with the fact that Dog refused to go outside so that he could escape the doom that was fast approaching.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like Malfoy anymore. No, he quite liked the git now that they had all grown up a bit and let bygones be bygones. The problem was quite the opposite, really. Because Malfoy — Draco — was smart and witty and charming and fucking fit. And Harry knew Draco worked with animals. Knew his job was in Harry’s own neighbourhood. And now he was coming here to Harry’s house and he’d know that Harry was fucking incompetent — and a liar, because Harry had told him only three days ago that everything was fine and he didn’t need help with his new puppy but thank you very much.

He was so stupid. Stupid stupid stupid.

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Draco chewed on his lips as he walked up the path, once again questioning the wisdom in taking this job. He should have handed the client on to Cassie as soon as he saw the name. Should have packed his bags and move to another country. Because now he had to work with Harry and be professional. Had to pretend that the mere idea of Harry with a puppy didn’t make his insides melt.

He sucked in a breath and knocked on the door, relaxing minutely when he heard a faint crash from inside followed by colourful swearing. At least he wasn’t the only one who was nervous.

Harry opened the door, his hair even more wild than it was on pub nights. A tiny black puppy crouched behind him, eyeing the open door in fascination but making no move to step outside.

“Potter.” Draco held out his hand, determined to remain professional. “How can I help you?”

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A disaster. It was all a terrible disaster.

Draco had stayed barely half an hour before declaring he knew the problem, but wouldn’t be able to fix it today. He had almost run back down the street, as if he couldn’t stand to be near Harry any longer.

Harry knew he was weird and awkward, but he thought he’d had it vaguely under control that morning.

Sure, he had a dog named Dog. Well, Dumbledog, at Teddy’s insistence, but even Harry wasn’t strange enough to go around calling the poor little thing by her full name. And yes, he couldn’t work a normal job like Draco did, and yes, Dog was largely purchased with the plan to train her as a therapy dog to help him with his anxiety. And yes, he was so fucking gone on Draco that he could barely string two sentences together.

But that didn’t mean Draco had to run away, did it?

He could only hope that he would be able to hold himself together better next time they saw each other.

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A disaster. It was all a terrible disaster.

Harry had been so sweet and so concerned about his dog, all of Draco’s heartstrings had been stretched beyond their limits. And he had a dog named Dog of all things, which Draco would have laughed at if it had been anyone else. Instead it was Harry, and Draco felt all stretched out and upside down. Like nothing in the world could ever be the same now that he had seen Harry cuddle a tiny, wriggly ball of fluff named Dog.

So here he was, a tangle of yarn in his lap, knitting needles in one hand and instruction book in the other. Because poor Dog was cold and there was only one thing he could do when faced with a puppy who refused to go on walks with Harry Potter due to the cold.

Learn to knit doggy jumpers.

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Harry was baffled.

“So, Dog was just cold?”

“Yeah,” Draco replied, tucking Dog’s paws through the front legs of her new little jumper. “Hopefully this is enough, but we might need to get her booties too if her feet are sensitive.”

“They sell booties for dogs?”

“The Muggles do, yeah. They’re quite sweet, actually.”

Harry blinked. Had Draco just called a Muggle invention sweet?

“Could we not just use a warming charm?” Dog looked very sweet in her jumper, but Harry couldn’t help be confused by the fact that Draco hadn’t immediately turned to magic.

“Oh, Dog is allergic to warming charms. I checked last time, but you were so worried about her I didn’t want to say anything until I had a solution.”

“Oh.” Harry could only stare at Draco, silently willing his expression into something acceptable. “Thank you, Draco. That’s very thoughtful of you.”

This man was going to be the death of him.

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This man was going to be the death of him.

“Dog is allergic to warming charms,” he muttered to himself furiously. “Honestly, Draco, could you have been any more obvious?”

He sunk into his couch, running his fingers through his hair. He didn’t know how Harry hadn’t seen right through him, he hadn’t even tried to hide how stupidly in love he was.

Love. Fuck. He loved Harry Potter and now he’d lied to him and fucking learnt to knit for his dog and…

There was only one thing left to do.

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“So she needed the booties, then?” Harry blinked sleepily at Draco, who had turned up unexpectedly while Harry and Dog were having a nap.

“Well, she seemed to walk happily last week, but I thought it was better safe than sorry. How has she been?”

“She’s been great! I think the jacket has really helped, thank you so much.”

“I’m glad to hear it. I’ll leave you to it then.”

Draco began to walk away, and Harry made a snap decision.

“Wait! Did you want to come for a walk with us? You know, to check on Dog’s progress?”

Harry was an idiot. A sweet, bumbling, adorable idiot. And Draco was a fool.

Dog had loved their walk, prancing through the fallen leaves and chasing squirrels as far as her lead would allow. Harry, however, had looked positively miserable as his eyes watered and his nose streamed and his fingers turned blue.

“I told you to bundle up, Potter,” Draco had said, only half of his old sneer coming through.

“I put an extra sweater on!” Harry had exclaimed, as if a sweater would keep his extremities warm.

“What about a hat? A scarf? Some mittens?”

“Oh,” Harry said, tilting his head in thought. “I don’t think I own any. Gave them all to Dobby.”

“Potter, Dobby died ten years ago.” He’d tried to be soft, tried not to snap at the foolish, stupid man beside him.

“I guess I just didn’t think about it.”

And so now Draco was awake at 2am, for the third night in a row, knitting furiously.

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“And I thought he’d just bought the little sweater for Dog, and I thought it was sweet that he’d found booties that matched. But…but these all showed up on my doorstep yesterday, and they all match Dog’s things, and I don’t know what it means.”

Harry sat on Ron and Hermione’s couch, head in hands, a pile of knitwear on the floor in front of him. The hat, scarf and mittens had been on his front step that morning when he and Dog went for their first walk of the day. There hadn’t been a note, but the yarn was so distinctive. They could have only come from one person.

“Harry.” Hermione spoke gently, as if she had something important to say and didn’t know how Harry would take it. “Why would Draco buy Dog a sweater instead of just using a warming charm?”

“He said Dog was allergic to them. Said he checked on his first visit but didn’t want to worry me.”

Ron made a strange choking noise before excusing himself to the kitchen.

“Harry, charms can’t cause allergies.”

“But…why would he buy her a sweater then?”

“Harry…” Hermione looked at him softly, as if pleading with him to figure out what she already had. He looked again at the bundle of yarn on the floor, at the uneven stitches and slightly lumpy shapes.

“He didn’t buy them, did he?”

Hermione grabbed his hand. “No, Harry. He didn’t.”

“But, why?”

Ron’s voice came from behind them. “HE’S FUCKING COURTING YOU, MATE.”

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Draco trudged up Harry’s front path. He’d promised himself after last time that he wouldn’t be back, but he’d gotten a text from Harry that morning asking him to come over.

He’d tried not to hope, tried to ignore the warmth swelling in his chest.

If Harry had figured it out, surely he would have said something before now. After all, it had almost been a week since he’d dropped off the knitwear.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the door opening, but he couldn’t ignore the exuberant ball of fluff jumping all over him. The exuberant ball of fluff wearing…a knitted bow tie?

“She was meant to give you this, but she was too excited to wait for me to tie it on.” Draco looked up from Dog to see Harry standing in front of him, a timid smile on his face as he held out a small roll of parchment. Draco took it tentatively, eyes flicking back to Harry as he unrolled it.

My owner is an idiot, but some would say that makes him cute.

Will you go out with him? Dog is optional on dates.

Harry rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet as Draco read and reread the scroll.

This was a terrible idea, he should have bought flowers or whiskey or-

Draco dropped the scroll, his face unreadable as he stood. Harry opened his mouth, unsure of what he was going to say, but then it didn’t matter because Draco was reaching for him and cradling his head and kissing him.

Maybe he hadn’t been so stupid, after all.

#happy birthday Fay #i love you to the moon and back #you deserve the softest coziest things in life #drarry #drarry fic #now i want a puppy called dog #my writing

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snowseasonmademe · 15 days ago

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Dance for you

warning ‼️: smut

word count: 7,011

paring: aurelien x black female reader

summary: after months and months of your man asking you to give him a lap dance, you decide his birthday was the perfect time to show him your appreciation

note: when i tell yall i had to take SEVERAL break to breath when i was writing this. it was an intense writing process but i made it out alive. with that being said prepare yourselves. if your ovulating im sorry and you’re welcome. as always enjoy and tell me what you think❤️‍🔥!!!

The night had been electric from the moment he walked through the door. The sound of his keys jingling in the lock made your heart race, but nothing could have prepared you for the sight of him when he stepped inside. His tall, broad frame filled the doorway, his fitted black shirt straining slightly against his shoulders and arms, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths. You almost lost yours. The way his big arms flexed as he shrugged off his jacket, the sharp line of his jaw, and the way his dark eyes immediately locked onto you—it all made your mouth water. You felt arousal building already as you took him in, your fingers clenching at your sides to stop yourself from running to him.

“Happy birthday baby” you greeted, stepping closer, your voice a little breathless. You tilted your head up, your lips curving into a sultry smile as you placed a slow, lingering kiss on his cheek, your mouth brushing the corner of his lips ever so slightly. His eyes flickered down to you, drinking in the way your navy blue satin slip dress hugged your curves, and you saw the telltale twitch of his jaw.

“Merci ma belle” he murmured, his voice deep and smooth, laced with something that made your pulse skip. His large hand settled on your waist, his thumb brushing the fabric of your dress. “I think this might be the best part of my day already.”

You smiled, taking his hand and leading him toward the table, where the soft glow of candlelight and the scent of the dinner you’d prepared created an intimate atmosphere. He pulled out your chair for you before taking his seat across from you, the weight of his gaze making you feel like you were the only thing in the room.

As you ate, the tension grew thicker with every passing moment. His hand, strong and warm, found its way to your knee under the table, squeezing gently as his thumb traced circles on your skin. Each touch sent little sparks through your body, your skin tingling where his fingers lingered.

You decided to push him just a little further, teasingly sucking on your fork as you finished your bite of food, your lips wrapping around the tines a bit too slowly, a bit too purposefully. His hand tightened on your knee, his grip just shy of bruising. When you glanced up at him through your lashes, you saw the fire in his eyes, his gaze fixed on your lips.

“Tu fais exprès” (You’re doing this on purpose) he growled lowly, shaking his head slightly, though the corners of his lips twitched like he couldn’t help but find your antics amusing.

You tilted your head and smiled innocently, running your fingers over the rim of your wine glass. But the truth was, you weren’t just teasing him for fun. As you watched him lick his lips and drag his gaze over your chest, lingering on your cleavage, one thought burned in your mind: I want to treat him like how I’m treating this fork. The idea sent a thrill through you, and you shifted slightly in your chair, the tension between your legs growing unbearable.

When you stood to take Zeus to his room, you caught the way his eyes followed you, burning into the hem of your dress. You bent over to scoop the dog up into your arms, the movement making your dress ride up slightly, exposing a peek of the lace lingerie you’d picked out for the night. Aurelien’s sharp intake of breath didn’t go unnoticed, and when you straightened up and glanced back, you caught him licking his lips, his dark gaze glued to you like he was imagining tearing that dress off you.

By the time you came back, expecting him to still be at the table, you found his chair empty. Confused, you turned toward the living room and found him there instead, stretched out on the couch, his legs spread wide, his head resting lazily on his hand. His shirt was unbuttoned a little more now, exposing the lines of his collarbone and a hint of his chest. The look in his eyes when he saw you was enough to make your knees weak—pure heat, pure want.

“Come here baby” he said, his voice soft but commanding, sending a shiver down your spine.

You hesitated for a second, unsure if you could handle what was radiating off him, but then he held out a hand, his lips curling into a slow, wicked grin. “I said come here”

You stepped toward him, your bare feet sinking into the carpet, your breath hitching as his hand wrapped around your wrist and tugged you closer. “You’ve been driving me crazy since I got back home” he murmured, his deep voice like a growl as he pulled you down to straddle his lap. His hands found your waist, sliding over the silk of your dress, squeezing as he guided you closer.

“You like it when I tease you, hm?” you asked softly, your voice a breathy whisper as you leaned in, your lips hovering over his.

“I like it when you give me what I want” he replied, his tone dark, his grip on your hips tightening as he ground you against him. His eyes locked with yours, burning with an intensity that made your head spin. “And right now, I want you to finish what you started.”

Your lips curved into a smirk as you leaned down, brushing your mouth against his ear. “Oh, I plan to” you whispered, and from the way his hands flexed on your body, you knew the rest of the night was going to be unforgettable.

Aurelien had been asking for months, his requests slipping into conversations with that teasing grin and low, coaxing voice. “When are you going to give me a lap dance bébé?” he’d ask, his hands running up and down your thighs as you sat on his lap, his tone playful yet loaded with heat. You’d always laugh it off, playfully rolling your eyes or brushing him off with a quick, “Maybe one day, if you’re lucky.” But it wasn’t because you didn’t want to—oh, you absolutely did. The thought of his big hands on you, his dark eyes drinking you in, had crossed your mind far too often.

Still, you made him wait, teasing him just enough to keep that fire alive, wanting the moment to be perfect. Tonight, with the intimacy of his birthday dinner, the tension hanging heavy in the air, and the way he couldn’t keep his hands off you or his eyes away, you knew it was finally time.

When he pulled you onto his lap earlier and whispered, to you that you knew what he wanted, it had only made your feelings stronger. He didn’t know it yet, but you were about to give him exactly what he’d been asking for—and more. The idea of surprising him, of finally breaking that anticipation, had your pulse racing and your skin tingling with nerves and excitement.

You slipped off his lap and took a few steps toward the counter on the far side of the room. Aurelien’s gaze followed you immediately, his expression a mix of curiosity and intensity. He leaned back further on the couch, his shirt now even more undone, exposing more of his chest and the defined lines of his collarbone. His legs were spread wide, taking up space, and his arms stretched lazily across the back of the couch, exuding confidence and control. He looked utterly relaxed, yet his dark eyes stayed locked on you with a heat that made your stomach flip.

The satisfied but dominant tilt of his smile made you bite your lip as you reached for your phone and connected it to the nearby speaker. The first sultry notes of Beyoncé’s “Dance for You” poured into the room, low and seductive, filling the space between you with a simmering tension that matched the fire in his gaze.

His smirk deepened, his eyes flickering with recognition as he shifted slightly on the couch, his fingers tapping against the cushion like he couldn’t wait another second. “Je savais que tu finirais par céder” (I knew you’d give in eventually) he murmured, his voice low and teasing, though there was an edge of anticipation in his tone.

You turned to face him, the soft light of the room highlighting the satin of your dress as it clung to your curves. You were nervous—your heart raced in your chest, and your palms were damp with excitement and a little fear—but you were also confident. Confident in the way his eyes raked over you like he couldn’t look away, in the way his body tensed, his muscles taut as though he were holding himself back.

The lights in the living room were dim, the air thick with the scent of vanilla and amber from the candles you had lit earlier. The soft glow cast shadows across the space, flickering over the deep brown leather of the couch, the sleek wooden floors, and the expensive glass of whiskey resting on the table beside Aurelien’s hand.

The only sound in the room was the steady bass of the music playing from the speakers, a sultry, hypnotic beat that filled the air like smoke. Beyoncé’s voice crooned through the space, velvet and honey, setting the mood as you stood in front of him, barefoot, feeling completely vulnerable.

Aurelien sat comfortably on the couch, his long legs spread wide, his back sinking into the plush cushions. His shirt was revealing the golden brown of his skin, his muscular chest rising and falling with steady, controlled breaths. His dark eyes were locked onto you, intense, expectant, drinking you in like a man ready to devour.

He brought the whiskey glass to his lips, taking a slow sip before setting it down, his tongue flicking out to catch a stray drop of amber liquid. He tilted his head slightly, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he dragged his gaze over your body.

“Go ahead chérie” he murmured, voice low, thick with anticipation. “Show me”

Your heart pounded in your chest, but there was no hesitation in your movements. You wanted this. Wanted him watching you, wanted him starving for you. The way he looked at you alone sent heat pooling between your thighs.

Slowly, you let your hands glide over the smooth satin of your dress, fingertips trailing down your waist as you felt his eyes burning into you. The navy blue fabric shimmered softly under the candlelight, clinging to your body like it had been made just for you. The plunging neckline framed your chest perfectly, and the high slit on one side revealed teasing flashes of your thighs as you shifted your weight.

With calculated movements, you reached for the thin straps on your shoulders, sliding one down slowly, then the other, letting the tension build. The dress loosened, slipping down your body inch by inch, the cool air brushing over your skin as more of it became exposed. The satin slid over your curves like a whisper before pooling at your feet, leaving you standing before him in nothing but a delicate navy blue lace thong.

The room seemed to go silent, except for the soft sound of the music in the background. His eyes raked over you, dark and full of heat, lingering on every inch of bare skin you had revealed. His jaw tensed, and his lips parted slightly, as though he were about to say something but couldn’t find the words. The hunger in his gaze made your skin tingle, your confidence growing with every second of his silence.

The soft lace sat low on your hips, the intricate design accentuating the curve of your body. The dim light played off your skin, illuminating every subtle dip and line. You stood tall, nerves simmering beneath the surface, but your confidence unwavering as you let him take in the sight of you. His chest rose and fell a little faster now, his grip on the back of the couch tightening as if he needed to ground himself. The dominance he exuded earlier was still there, but now it was mixed with something deeper, something raw and unfiltered.

You walked to him and sat right on his lap, grabbing his face to make him look into your eyes. Aurelien exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening, his fingers flexing where they rested on his thighs. His eyes darkened, heavy-lidded with lust as he took you in—the smooth curve of your hips, the soft swell of your breasts, the way your skin glowed under the dim light.

You turned around slowly, giving him the full view of your backside, your hips swaying to the slow rhythm of the song. His breath hitched slightly, barely audible over the music, but you caught it.

And it made you bolder.

You placed your hands on your thighs, bending slightly as you rolled your hips in slow, fluid circles. The lace of your thong barely covered anything, the movement only making it more obvious how much you wanted him, how wet you were already.

You glanced over your shoulder, meeting his gaze as you reached back to drag your hands up the length of your body, over your ass, your waist, your breasts. Aurelien’s lips parted, his tongue swiping across the bottom one, his expression hungry.

He wanted to touch. You could see it in the way his fingers twitched, in the way his knuckles flexed. But he stayed still, watching, waiting, letting you tease him.

You turned back around, your steps sensual. You placed your hands on his broad shoulders, straddling his lap, settling yourself over the hard length pressing against his slacks.

Aurelien exhaled sharply through his nose, his fingers digging into his thighs as he fought the urge to grab you. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension in his muscles as you rolled your hips against him, dragging yourself over his dick through the fabric of his pants.

“You like that baby?” you purred, your lips grazing the shell of his ear as you rocked against him.

His jaw clenched, his hands gripping the edge of the couch, his self-control hanging by a thread. “You know I do” he rasped.

You leaned back slightly, giving him a perfect view of your body as you moved, your hips undulating in slow, mesmerizing circles. The friction was intoxicating, the feel of him, hard beneath you making you ache, making your clit throb with need.

Aurelien’s breathing was uneven now, his pupils blown wide as he watched you, his hands still clenched at his sides. He wanted to touch—God, he wanted to touch—but he was letting you have control, letting you drive him to the brink.

You reached between your bodies, palming him through his slacks, feeling the heat and hardness of him beneath your fingers. His body jerked slightly at the contact, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

“You’re so hard for me” you murmured, your fingers tracing the outline of his dick through the fabric, your other hand reaching for the button of his pants. “Let me take care of you.”

Aurelien exhaled harshly, his restraint snapping as he grabbed your wrists, stopping your movements. His grip was firm but not rough, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a heat that sent shivers down your spine.

“Not yet” he said, voice thick with need. “I want to watch you a little longer”

A slow, wicked smile spread across your lips. You leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth before pulling back just enough to meet his gaze.

“Then watch me”

You slid off his lap, sinking to your knees between his legs, your hands running up the inside of his thighs, your nails dragging lightly over the fabric. His breath hitched, his eyes following your every movement, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

You undid his belt slowly, teasingly, before unzipping his pants and freeing him. His dick sprang free, thick, heavy, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. You licked your lips, your mouth watering at the sight of him.

Aurelien’s fingers tangled in your hair as you leaned in, your breath warm against his skin. You pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to his tip, flicking your tongue over him just enough to tease.

His grip on your hair tightened, a low, guttural groan spilling from his lips.

Your lips hovered over his thick length, and for a moment, you just stared, letting the anticipation build. The heat radiating off his body made your thighs press together, trying to contain the arousal dripping down your skin. Slowly, you leaned forward, dragging your lips and tongue over the strong muscles of his thighs. You bit down lightly, the sharpness of your teeth making him hiss, his hips jerking slightly in response.

“Bébé…” he warned, his voice a deep, gravelly sound that only spurred you on. You smirked, placing one more teasing bite higher up, just shy of where he needed you most.

Finally, you wrapped your hand around his dick, marveling at how hard and heavy he felt in your grip. Your fingers barely closed around his girth, and the veins that ran along his length pulsed under your touch. He twitched in your hand as you gave a few slow and the way his pre-cum beaded at the tip made your mouth water.

You leaned in, your tongue darting out to taste him, swirling around the head. The slightly salty, musky taste of him filled your senses, and a quiet moan escaped your lips as you licked down his length, savoring every ridge and vein. Your hands gripped the base firmly as you slid your tongue along the underside, your saliva mixing with the slickness of his arousal, making him glisten in the dim light.

As you finally took him into your mouth, his breath hitched audibly. You worked him slowly, savoring the weight of him on your tongue, the way his dick stretched your lips. The veins pressed against your tongue with every stroke, every bob of your head, and his taste coated your mouth, intoxicating you.

You glanced up at him, wanting to see his reaction, but his head was thrown back against the couch, his lips parted in a low, guttural moan. His hands rested gently on your braids, his fingers flexing every so often as though he were trying to keep his composure. The sight of him like that—completely undone, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths—only made you want to please him more.

Your pace quickened, and the wet sounds of your mouth filled the room, mingling with the soft groans spilling from his lips. His thighs tensed beneath your hands as you dug your nails into his skin, steadying yourself. His dick throbbed on your tongue, and every groan, every twitch of his hips only made the ache between your own legs more unbearable. You could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, pooling beneath you as your own need grew with every second.

The muscles in his abdomen tightened, and his fingers gripped your hair a little more firmly, guiding you, though still letting you lead. His restraint was slipping, and you could feel how much he wanted to lose himself in you. When you pulled back slightly, swirling your tongue around the head before taking him deep again, a strained “Fuck” fell from his lips, his hips bucking involuntarily.

This was where you wanted him—completely at your mercy, unable to control the raw need coursing through his body. And yet, as you hollowed your cheeks and took him deeper, you couldn’t ignore how much it turned you on to see him like this. Pleasing him, feeling his pleasure in every tense muscle and low groan, made the fire in your own body burn hotter, consuming you from the inside out.

“Shit” he growled, his fingers flexing. “You feel so fucking good”

You hummed around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath. His hips twitched, his restraint slipping, his need to fuck your mouth growing stronger.

But just as he was about to lose himself, you pulled off him with a wicked smirk, licking your lips as you met his dazed, lust-filled gaze.

“I think I teased you long enough” you purred, climbing back onto his lap, your hips brushing against his. You leaned in close, your breath warm against his ear as your fingers trailed up his chest. “Are you ready for me baby?”

Aurelien’s eyes darkened instantly, his grip on your hips tightening with a bruising force. He tilted his head back just slightly, a slow, dangerous smirk spreading across his face. His deep voice rumbled in your ear, low and dripping with dominance.

“Ready for you?” he rasped, his tone sharp and commanding as his hands slid down to grip the curve of your ass. “No bébé. The real question is, are you ready for me?”

Before you could respond, he moved with the kind of power and control that always left you breathless. In one fluid motion, he flipped you onto your back, pinning you beneath him. His hands gripped your thighs firmly, spreading them apart as he hovered over you, his gaze searing into yours.

“I’ve been waiting for this all night” he murmured, his voice dropping even lower as he ran his hand along the inside of your thigh, brushing against your soaked lace. You couldn’t speak. All that confidence you just had flew out the window. All you could do is moan in response.

His lips crashed against yours, possessive and demanding, as he pressed his body into yours. The real game had just begun, and it was clear he intended to leave you completely at his mercy.

Aurélien’s lips crashed yours, hungry and demanding, his hands gripping your waist. The memory of you as you moved in sync with the slow, sensual beat of the music. The way you rocked your hips against his clothed hardness, your body pressing against him with each grind, had him barely holding on to control. His dark eyes were locked onto your body—your breasts swaying in front of his face, your skin glowing under the dim lights—making him harder than he thought possible.

His fingers trailed down between your thighs, pushing your panties aside, and the moment his fingers slid against your drenched folds, he groaned, deep and primal. “Fuck,” he murmured against your neck, his voice thick with need. “You’re so wet for me.”

A needy whimper escaped your lips as you clutched at his shoulders. “Mm, yes… please, touch me” you pleaded, voice breathless, body trembling with anticipation.

Aurélien smirked against your skin, spreading your slick over your clit and down your folds, teasing you with almost effortless strokes. His lips never left your body, kissing and biting his way down your neck and chest, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. Open-mouthed kisses, sharp nips, his tongue tracing patterns on your skin—he worshiped you with his mouth, making sure no inch was left untouched.

But patience was never his strong suit. With a growl, he sat up, yanking his shirt over his head, revealing his sculpted torso, muscles tensed with restraint. His hand wrapped around his thick, pulsing length, stroking himself slowly as he pushed your knees toward your chest with his other, spreading you wide open for him.

“Look at you” he murmured, dragging his tip along your soaked, soft slit, teasing, taunting. He took his time, watching you squirm beneath him, your body begging to be filled. His gaze locked with yours, dark and intense, and finally—finally—he pushed in, the stretch making your breath hitch.

Aurélien usually started slow, knowing you needed time to adjust to his size, but tonight? He couldn’t hold back. A deep groan rumbled in his chest as he began moving, his strokes steady but urgent, each thrust sending shivers through your body. His grip on your legs tightened, pushing your knees further back as he drove deeper.

“Tu me prends toujours si bien, putain” (You always take me so well, fuck) he rasped. His hands roamed your body, gripping, claiming, dominating. His lips crashed into yours again, swallowing your moans as he fucked you with unrelenting intensity, your bodies lost in the rhythm of desire.

Both of his strong hands gripped your knees, spreading you open as he thrust into you with a smooth, effortless rhythm. The way your body welcomed him, soft and dripping around his thick length, made his jaw clench, his control slipping with each deep stroke.

Slowly, he lifted your legs, guiding your ankles onto his broad shoulders. His fingers dug into your shins, holding you firmly in place as he drove deeper, filling you completely. His breath was hot against your skin as he pressed his lips to your ankle, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses along the delicate skin, never breaking eye contact. His tongue flicked out, teasing, tasting you, before he bit down just enough to make you gasp.

Even as his pace quickened, his movements rough and precise, he never looked away from your eyes. His gaze burned into yours—intense, possessive—watching every reaction, every tremor of pleasure that coursed through you. “You feel- so- fucking good inside- me” you murmured, your voice thick with lust, the deep strokes making your body arch beneath him.

Your moans only spurred him on, his grip tightening as he claimed you completely, his dominance unmistakable in the way he controlled every movement, every sensation, dragging you closer and closer to the edge.

Your hands rested on his sculpted abdomen, feeling the tension in his muscles as his body pressed into yours, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you. But just as you were getting lost in the rhythm, he suddenly slowed, teasing you with deep, languid strokes before coming to a complete stop. A desperate whimper escaped your lips as he pulled out, the wet squelch of your bodies disconnecting making you shiver. You bit your lip, already missing the way he filled you.

Before you could protest, Aurélien grabbed you effortlessly, lifting you as if you weighed nothing. He bent you over the arm of the couch, his hands spreading your legs apart, his presence towering behind you. Turning your head, you caught the way he was staring—his dark eyes filled with hunger, lips parted as he ran his large, warm hands over your soft ass. He groaned lowly, kneading the flesh, his fingers digging in possessively before he leaned down, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to each cheek. The sensation sent tingles down your spine.

Then—slap!

His palm came down hard against your ass, the sharp sting making you jolt forward, but the pleasure outweighed the pain, sending a rush of heat straight to your core. A wicked smirk played on his lips as he did it again, watching your body tremble beneath him.

“You like that bébé?” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Before you could answer, he slid back into you in one swift motion, filling you to the hilt. This time, there was no teasing—his strokes were fast, deep, relentless. The sound of your bodies colliding filled the room, a filthy mix of wet, desperate moans and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. You were a mess beneath him, gripping the couch for dear life, pleasure coursing through you like fire.

Then, his fingers tangled into your braids, gripping them firmly at the root as he yanked your head back, forcing you to arch your back. The dominant act made you moan loudly, your walls clenching around him in response.

“Do you love this dick bébé?” he growled through gritted teeth, trying to maintain control, but his own release was dangerously close.

“Fuck yesss, I fucking love this dick baby!!” you screamed without hesitation, your voice shaking from the intensity of his thrusts.

But when the pleasure became too much, your body instinctively tried to escape, your hands pushing against the couch as you attempted to pull forward.

Big mistake.

As if on reflex, Aurélien yanked you right back onto his dick with a force that stole the breath from your lungs. A sharp gasp left your lips as he gripped your hips so tight you knew you’d have bruises the next day.

“Don’t run from me Y/N” he growled, his tone dripping with dominance. “Take it. I know you want it”

And you did. You surrendered completely, your body melting under his control as he fucked you mercilessly, each deep stroke dragging you closer to your breaking point.

His pace quickened, the intensity overwhelming as your walls tightened around him, your body on the brink of release.

“Fuck Aurélien—I’m gonna cum. You’re gonna make me cum” you moaned, voice high and needy.

He hummed in response, the deep vibration sending another wave of pleasure through you. “Mmhmm” was all he said before delivering two more stinging slaps to your ass, the impact sending you over the edge.

Your body convulsed beneath him as your orgasm tore through you, a cry of ecstasy ripping from your throat. You shook uncontrollably, your arousal spilling out, coating his thick length and dripping down onto his thighs.

Aurélien groaned at the sight, his grip on your hips tightening as he chased his own release, ready to fill you up completely.

“There you go baby… fuck, you feel so good” Aurélien groaned, his strokes slow as your body trembled beneath him. You were still pulsing around him, shaking uncontrollably from the aftershocks of your orgasm, your body completely at his mercy.

“Fuck” you whispered, your voice barely audible, lost somewhere between exhaustion and overwhelming pleasure. You felt everything and nothing all at once, floating in a haze of bliss.

He stilled inside you for a moment, letting you catch your breath before he finally pulled out, the sudden emptiness making you whimper. Without hesitation, he scooped you up effortlessly, his strong arms holding you close as he carried you across the house to his bedroom. The heat of his skin against yours, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath—it was intoxicating.

Gently, he laid you down on the bed, climbing over you, settling perfectly between your thighs. His body pressed into yours, warm and solid, grounding you.

His lips found yours again, slow and tender this time. His soft, plump lips moved against yours, his tongue teasing, tasting, savoring. His hands roamed your body, caressing your waist, tracing the curve of your hips, his touch both possessive and gentle. Your fingers dug into his biceps, feeling the strength in them as he hovered above you, completely wrapped up in you.

You broke the kiss first, catching your breath as a lazy, satisfied smile played on your lips. “Where did you learn how to fuck like that?” you murmured, half-joking but also completely serious.

Aurélien let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest. “You taught me how you like it… and now you’re surprised when I fuck you exactly how you want?” His smirk was pure arrogance, but you couldn’t even be mad.

“I’m never leaving you” you whispered between kisses, your fingers running over the ridges of his back.

His gaze darkened, something unreadable flashing across his features before he leaned in, pressing a deep, lingering kiss to your lips. “You don’t have to tell me that bébé” he murmured, voice thick with certainty. “I know.”

The moment felt almost sacred—intimate, intense, like nothing else existed outside of this bed, outside of him.

And then, taking full advantage of your closeness, he guided himself back inside you, pushing in slowly, savoring every inch of your tight, warm heat. A deep groan rumbled from his chest as he filled you to the hilt, but this time, he didn’t move. He just stayed there, buried deep inside you, his forehead resting against yours, breathing in sync with you. He wanted to feel you—every pulse, every flutter of your walls around him, the way your body molded perfectly to his.

“Ughh, you’re so deep” you whispered into his ear, your legs wrapping around his waist, keeping him locked in place.

“Mmmm” he hummed, not being able to speak. He was to consumed by the feeling of you. His lips brushing against your shoulder before his teeth grazed your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine.

The tension built between you like an electric current, and then, finally, he began to move—slow at first, his strokes deep and precise, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Fuck me harder, Aurélien, please” you whined into his ear, your voice needy, desperate. “I need it”

His jaw clenched, and without hesitation, he did exactly what you begged for.

“Whatever you want bébé” he muttered, and then his pace quickened—his hips snapping into yours with raw, unrelenting force. Your moans turned into near-screams, your body arching beneath him as he fucked you like he was trying to break you apart and put you back together at the same time.

He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, angling himself even deeper, hitting that perfect spot that almost made you pass out. The pressure was overwhelming, consuming, and just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, he reached between your bodies, rubbing your clit with slow, teasing circles, the contrast driving you insane.

“Oh my God—fuck! I’m cumming again” you gasped, your voice breaking as your entire body tensed, your walls clamping down on him with a vice-like grip.

Aurélien groaned, the way you squeezed around him making it nearly impossible to hold back. He wanted to last longer—needed to—but the way you felt, the way you came undone beneath him, nearly shattered his control.

Somehow, he held on. Barely.

His finger nails dug into your thigh, his breath ragged against your neck as he kept fucking you through it, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from you.

But he didn’t slow down—not even a little.

Aurélien kept up his brutal, relentless pace, fucking you like he was trying to put you straight through the earth’s core. The force of his thrusts had you screaming in pleasure, your body caught between the sharp edge of overstimulation and pure ecstasy.

His grip tightened. One hand wrapped firmly around your throat, his fingers pressing just enough to make your breath hitch, while the other grabbed your waist, holding you still so you had no choice but to take everything he gave you.

“Oh fuck I love it when you fuck me like this” you gasped, biting your lip as your hazy, lust-filled eyes locked onto his.

That look—so raw, so desperate—almost broke him. His jaw clenched, his grip tightening. He was close, so fucking close, but he wasn’t done with you yet.

He suddenly shifted, his hand moving from your throat to the back of your head, forcing you to look down at where your bodies connected.

“Look at that” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Look how good I’m fucking you”

Your eyes dropped, and the sight nearly made you cum again.

His thick, glistening dick was sliding in and out of you, stretching you in ways no one else ever could. The wet, obscene sounds of your pussy echoed through the room, the slick mess between your thighs dripping down to where he was still buried deep inside you.

“Fuck… it looks so good” you whispered, completely mesmerized by the way he disappeared into you over and over again.

And then—without warning—he let go of your head, grabbed your neck once more, and started drilling into you even harder.

“OH FUCK, FUCK YES!” you screamed, your voice blending with his deep, guttural moans.

“Yeah?” he gritted out through his teeth, his thrusts growing rougher, more erratic. “Tu veux que je jouisse dans cette chatte, n'est-ce pas ?” (You want me to cum inside this pussy don’t you?)

“Yes please, baby—cum inside me” you begged, your voice breaking, your nails clawing into his shoulders.

Aurélien groaned, his control hanging by a thread. His hand slipped down between your bodies, fingers finding your swollen clit, rubbing harsh circles. The moment he touched you, your entire body shattered.

Your third orgasm of the night hit you with devastating force, a scream tearing from your throat as your walls clenched around him, milking his dick for everything he had. The sensation was too much—too tight, too wet, too perfect.

And then he came.

And when he did—when he finally let go—it was with your name spilling from his lips in a broken, desperate moan. His entire body trembled as he buried himself deep, filling you completely, his warm release spilling into you in thick, hot waves.

“Ahhh—fuck, fuck—” he groaned loudly through the room, his voice raw, his hips twitching as he emptied himself inside you.

He collapsed onto you, his weight heavy and grounding, his breath hot against your skin. The heat between your bodies was overwhelming, sweat slicking your skin, the room thick with the scent of sex.

“I have never cum so hard in my life” you laughed breathlessly, still trembling beneath him.

Aurélien lifted his head from the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your cheek as he chuckled, his voice deep and satisfied. “I was gonna say the same thing”

He kissed you—slow and lazy this time, as if he wanted to savor every last second of this moment. And even as his dick softened inside you, he didn’t pull out, keeping you full, his cum already dripping from where you were still connected.

But you weren’t done with him yet.

Somehow, with the last bit of strength left in your body, you flipped the two of you over, straddling him. His hands immediately found your ass, squeezing, massaging, as you settled over his face, his half-hard dick resting between your thighs.

Then, without a word, you turned around to face his still half-hard dick, you leaned down and took him into your mouth, licking and sucking him clean—lapping up every last drop of his release mixed with your own arousal.

Aurélien groaned, his head falling back against the pillows, watching you through heavy-lidded eyes as you worked your tongue over his sensitive length. His grip on your ass tightened as he watched the excess cum drip from your still-throbbing pussy, trailing down onto his abdomen and the sheets below.

“Fuck bébé” he rasped, his voice wrecked, completely undone.

Aurélien’s legs tensed beneath you, his breath hitching as you sucked harshly on his still-sensitive dick. His fingers dug into your hips, his chest rising and falling in deep, uneven breaths as he tried to regain control of himself.

“You’re such a nasty girl for me” he murmured, his voice quiet but full of heat. The words shot straight to your core, making your pussy clench around nothing, the ache between your thighs still lingering.

When he finally softened in your mouth, you released him with one last teasing lick, swallowing every drop before turning around to face him again. You leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, making him taste the mixture of both your juices.

His hands instinctively gripped your waist, pulling you closer, but you pulled away with a soft giggle, slipping off the bed. “I’ll be right back” you murmured, heading to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

When you returned, fresh and glowing, Aurélien was exactly where you left him—laid back against the pillows, hands tucked behind his head, watching you with a soft, knowing smile.

But it was the way he looked at you that made you pause.

His gaze roamed your body, admiring every curve, every dimple, every stretch mark and scar as if they were works of art. It made your skin warm under his scrutiny, a small flicker of nervousness sparking in your chest—but there was no judgment in his eyes. Only love.

“What are you looking at?” you teased, trying to mask your flustered state with a witty tone.

Aurélien exhaled deeply, shaking his head slightly as his eyes locked with yours. “I think I just fell in love with you all over again” he said softly, his voice filled with something so tender, so sincere, it made your heart stutter.

You swallowed, your chest tightening in the best way as you climbed back into bed, curling into his side, burying yourself against his warmth under the covers. His arm wrapped around you immediately, holding you close, his fingers tracing absentminded patterns against your skin.

Tilting your head up, you looked at him, taking in the post-orgasm bliss still etched onto his face. He was beautiful—so effortlessly perfect in this moment. Smiling shyly, you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“I love you” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. “So much.”

Aurélien’s grip on you tightened, his lips brushing the top of your head in silent response.

You paused, your smile growing softer as you nuzzled into his chest. “And… happy birthday,” you murmured, closing your eyes, completely at peace in his embrace.

He let out a quiet, content sigh, his own eyes fluttering shut.

As sleep began to take him, he silently thanked God—not just for this moment, but for you. For the way you loved him, for the way you made him feel wanted, desired, cherished. For the way you were his, in every way that mattered.

And even through the hard times, he knew—especially through the hard times—he would always choose you.

With one last lingering kiss pressed to your forehead, he drifted off, hoping that whatever dreams came to him would be even half as good as the reality of having you in his arms.

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