#i finally got some muse for seree and uhhh ig i really REALLY got some muse for her lmaoooo

[ickybby]

seree knew she was in deep once she caught herself fantasizing about the thought of dakota never leaving, dreading the moments when either of them would have to part ways to fulfill some other engagement. the lines between casual sex and friendship and something more rapidly blurring the more time spent together. his confidence is attractive. seree could appreciate the arrogance within him too. she found his flaws as fascinating as his strengths and values. the natural but intense magnetism between the two kept her intrigued far longer than any other fling had. then she was vulnerable with him in a way that both touched and terrified her, especially when he didn't shy away from wanting to be there for her. wanting her still. perhaps something that scared her even more was the effort dakota was willing to pour into gaining her trust and getting to know the woman seree wanted to be, despite her well-documented sleazier trashier public persona immortalized via vicious tabloids and gossip blogs. even with the stressors that came with fame and the heavy weight of their respective family legacies, the authenticity and tenderness that BLOOMS within their relationship is too exhilarating for seree to ignore.

the warmth of the sunkissed sand against her skin elevates her euphoric daze. the sensation only dwarfed by the heat radiating from their bodies. for the first time in months, it feels like she's getting a chance to catch her breath and rest after a jam-packed schedule. ironic for someone panting like a bitch in heat pinned under her husband. it worked out best for everyone involved in the honeymoon planning that the newlyweds had quite literally, a deserted island to themselves. albeit, the term deserted island usually conjures up images of shipwrecks and survival shows. their wealth and privilege granted them access to their own luxurious, private eden to truly enjoy each other's company. the engagement and wedding bands on her ring finger twinkle as they catch the light just right. it's a sight to see, not necessarily because the rings themselves are essentially wearable works of art. but because of their significance; the newness of it all as she revels in being his wife after anticipating this transformation for weeks on end. her fingers dig into wet sand uselessly as she grips at the earth like it's their bedsheets, her walls gripping every single inch of every thrust he forces inside her as he notes the care he takes to preserve the desired look she wanted for their wedding. a piece of her almost wishes he would've forced her to touch up her makeup. after all, the wedding wouldn't have started without her anyway. "no," the word is rare coming from her mouth, especially considering he's trained her very well and that her interruption follows a correction, of all things. "... i'm yours forever." a romantic at heart, at least with dakota. though she doesn't hesitate to follow through with his command after getting sentimental, already desperate to be pumped full of his cum. "—fuck, thank you daddy! thank you for fucking me raw!"

settling down before the age of thirty wasn’t something that the world expected from a professional athlete that had a reputation like his. since dakota traveled the world and didn’t spend much time in one place, he often found himself fluttering from person to person. didn’t take much effort for him to charm a complete stranger and pull them into his orbit. so he had a string lovers scattered across different countries, none of which took him all that seriously or expected to find a husband in him. and while that was fun for a while, he became increasingly bored and unsettled by the superficiality. and he honestly wasn’t looking for anything serious when he first hooked up with seree at his sister’s party. but since she was intimately involved with his family, he had no choice but to keep seeing her. couldn’t keep running away from the intimacy. before he knew it, he was falling in love and asking for her hand in marriage.

choosing a destination for their honeymoon was only difficult because he wanted to be away from the prying eye of tabloids. the benefits of having enough combined wealth to start a small country? an entire island to themselves with staff that was a plane ride away if their service was requested. dakota had even made it more than clear that he wanted to be alone with seree, and their presence was unwanted unless asked for. and thank god they listened — things would have gotten awkward quickly if they didn’t. he had his wife pinned on the sand like a common whore, pumping into her like his life depended on it. “me too. wanted pull you aside and cum all over your face, but i didn’t wanna fuck up your makeup.” all of the stress and time it took to plan this trip was worth it. being able to fuck seree completely raw, with no protection was the most intoxicating part of it all. “you’re fucking mine for the next month, baby. say thank you for giving you raw cock.”