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[deus-ex-mona]

pretty minor thing to think about, but i find it interesting how chapter 7 is the first chapter illustration to show chizuutan as chizuru (instead of chuutan)

like, i get it’s a flashback chapter, but we hardly got to see her as chizuru in the previous few chapters thus far… maybe we’ll get to see more of her as her true self after the hiyori fight/make up? only future chapters may tell, i guess…

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Whatever Comes Next (Drake x MC) [M]

Pairing: Drake x Jaela (canon)

Word Count: 3,596

Rating: M

Warnings: Language, Smut

Song Accompaniment: Love Me Right-- Rendezvous At Two

Description: Surely Drake can’t be the only one to pose for a sexy photo on the final night of their honeymoon?

Author Note: Anddddd I’m back. Well, at least for this. We’ll see how much TRH inspires me for smut on shots. That said, this might be a Drake and Jaela you’re not used to seeing in my fic: canon. No past traumas of STB or nothing, This fic follows along the canon versions of them, which, in my opinion, are fucking adorable. Enjoy! Masterlist is found on my blog bio.

And the moment is captured on the final night of their honeymoon. Jaela admires the muscles he provides for her viewing pleasure… but she can’t help but giggle at the sight, her new husband clearly out of his comfort zone in posing for a photo in the cozy and, ahem, very well used bedroom.

Drake cocks an eyebrow up and sits up, a smirk still on his lips. “That bad, huh, Abdi?”

Jaela snorts, scooting closer and turning her phone to him. Drake sets a hand on her thigh, nails gently raking across her skin and he flushes, snatching it away. “Hey!” Forgoing romance, Jaela dives for the phone, stretching her nearly nude body across Drake’s bare chest, reaching for the phone in a desperate sort of way. He cannot delete it. “You are NOT deleting that!” She gasps, hand around his wrist.

There’s a playful smile on his lips and sparkling in his chestnut eyes that makes Jaela return the same expression in their battle for her phone. His hand rests on the middle of her back, fingers splayed. Skin on skin sizzles. “You laughed!”

She knows he’s not hurt by the way he grins, wrapping a leg around her thigh, holding her in place. “Because it’s a cute and silly and kinda sexy picture of my husband,” … the man she didn’t know she could love any more than she has during this entire time escaping reality, lost to only each other on this island. “I want it forever. I want to remember you when I’m away, or when you’re away doing whatever we’re supposed to do as big fancy nobles.”

Drake cringes at the world noble—not unexpected—but slowly lowers the phone and hands it to her. “Ah-ha!”

Jaela sits up and knowingly straddles his waist, shutting off the screen and smirking at the twitch from his dick against her. It’s never taken long, let alone on this perfect honeymoon, Drake—and her—always at the ready, even if one if sleepy or still worn from the other. Drake smirks, hands sliding along her smooth thighs. “I love the view…” His eyes darken and they flick from her breasts to face twice. Jaela tosses her phone aside and wiggles her hips, meeting his hands with hers.

“Is that so, Walker?”

“I do, Mrs. Wal—”

“Abdi-Walker—”

“Mrs. Abdi-Walker…” Drake finishes, low, eyes roving over the curves of her breasts, hard nipples barely contained in the black lace bralette. “You know… I think it’s a little unfair that you get a ‘sexy’ picture of me for when we’re apart and I get…” She shivers at his touch, finger touching her over her black lace thong. She really doesn’t know why she put it on, honestly, after their latest romp an hour or so ago. “Nothing but my mind…”

Drake sits up and pulls her close to him. Their skin touches and it’s like into a million little fireworks bursting. Jaela shuts up his slow, tempting drawl with a deep kiss, inhaling his scent. It’s mixed of the ocean salt, sand, and her—and it’s been driving her crazy this entire time. Drake smiles against her lips, letting their tongues explore each other’s mouths with a languid pace—then he parts, eyes now nearly black with desire. “I think I could use some visuals for when I need to think of my wife sucking my…”

“You just want to see if I can do any better than you posing, huh?” Jaela cuts him off, grinning. He won’t get it that quickly.

Hair falls over his eyes when he shakes his head, pretending to be thoughtful. “Oh, I know you’re going to beat me. I also just happen know that my incredible sexy wife would love to pose for me too… and would also get off on the idea of what I do when we’re apart and in different beds.”

Biting her lower lip, a flush of warmth diving low in her belly, Jaela nods. She can’t deny that idea, even if she doesn’t need a photo of him to get going. Or the idea what he’s doing, thinking of her. “Think you can handle this?” Jaela purrs, removing herself from his lap, messing with her hair. Drake steals another appreciative look at her body. It’s taunt, firm, and curvy in all the right places, glowing from the sun, salt, and his endless kisses in their newly wedded bliss.

“I know I can’t,” Drake says, the rise in his boxers’ evidence of this. “But I’ll certainly enjoy the view…” He settles back against the pillows holding up his phone, the lust clear on his features. He glances between the phone and real life before him.

Posed on her knees, gives her best smolder to Drake, needing no instruction on how to pose for the camera… let alone with her husband behind the lenses, cock twitching each time she moves. A little shoulder pop, a pointed smirk at his hardening dick, a bite of her lip, a peek at her ass… everything to get him going, over and over and when they only have a screen to view.

Flipping her hair back, Jaela lets a bra strap slip down her arm, the second it falls lasting an eternity by the way his eyes follow, jaw dropped. His reaction is all she needs to keep the tease going, slowly sliding it back up her arm shimmering under the soft lights of the bedroom that made everything warm and simply perfect every night… and morning… and afternoon.

Jaela switches positions, hands on the bed to give him perfect access to view her chest. Smirking, she crawls forward and comes between his legs. Drake sits up a bit more, cheeks flush heat, phone still taking photos. The soft clicks only make her wetter between her thighs, knowing what they’ll be used for. “And… do you think one more will do?”

“Uhh…”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Hair falls over her shoulders, but she knows this adds to his arousal. He loves to pull on it or run his fingers through it when they make love or fuck, depending on the mood. She reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, letting it fall off her body, merely a soft tumble on the sheets when it lands.

Drake makes a sound somewhere between a gasp and choke, eyes locked on her chest, nipples stiff-- ready. Jaela chuckles and weaves her fingers in her hair, holding it up, posing topless before him, giving him the sultriest look she can manage, light hitting her cheekbones perfectly, nearly glowing for him. There’s fire in her eyes and the rush of warmth between her thighs. The thong won’t be far behind the bra. That was known the moment she reached behind herself. In fact, why did she even pack a bra, in all honesty?

“Got it?”

Drake takes a moment to answer, jaw dropped and slack, as if he’s under a spell. Finally, he seems to come to, gulping hard. “Uh-huh…”

They look brown eyes—and suddenly, Drake’s kissing her, hard, phone tossed to the side. They fall together on the luxurious silk sheets, hands feverishly touching every inch of skin they can manage, the hunger to satisfy their lust and need for each other too much to bear. It’s the last night—Jaela intends to make the most of it, to take a final night of escape before reality rushes in without relent.

She lets out a little cry of a pleasure mixed with pain when Drake nips her lip hard, rolling her to her back. She willingly sinks into the soft mattress, hips rising to meet his. “Abdi…” He breathes against her neck, a finger slipping down her side, following the curve of her hips. His lips find purchase as he lifts her thighs, pressing his covered manhood against her sex, teasing her just like she likes.

Jaela moans quietly, enjoying the sensation, the buildup before the release. The tease. The game. The cat and mouse. The desire. “D… Drake…”

“You certainly put on a little show for me…” Jaela gasps when he pulls away and flips her over on all fours, bringing her hips to him. The fireplace crackles low in the bedroom, glasses of whiskey still abandoned after their first round. Jaela adjusts herself on her elbows, looking back at him with a grin. Drake removes his boxers and his eyes sparkle as he looks down at her on all fours for him. Waiting. Wanting.

“I always will. Besides…” She moves her hips in a figure eight, the heat somehow travelling even lower in her body, to the apex of her thighs. Music plays in the background, but it’s long forgotten in the moment, Drake pushing her hair over her shoulders and letting his calloused hands travel down her back and sides, coming to the curve of her ass, memorizing the feel of her body. “I know I’ll be well-rewarded for giving you some bonus shots…”

Drake agrees with a growl low in his throat, kneading his palms against her ass, nails digging the skin. “Oh… very…” While one finger loops under the thin band of her thong, lifting it, he lowers himself to kiss down her spine, speaking quietly. Only the music and soft sound of the waves are barely louder than his words coated with desire and pure, unadulterated lust. She knows exactly what she’s in for.

And she can’t wait.

His lips press against her, taking his sweet time as he kisses down, teasing her by moving his fingers along the band, causing the fabric to rub against her clit in a pleasant—yet frustrating—way. “Very…” he continues, breath hot against her skin. Jaela shivers, gripping the sheets. She’s about to pounce him if he doesn’t hurry up. “Very…” His tongue comes to her thong. “Well…”

She gasps, tensing, then relaxing, when he draws a line along the band of her thong with his tongue, the salvia an all too brief moment of cool before her skin burns with tension, Drake savoring the moment. He comes back to the middle after drifting to the right, then takes the thong between two fingers, lowering it.

There’s no time to talk back to him, offering a witty or sexy quip, Jaela didn’t decide, before he kisses down where the lace is removed, pussy exposed to him. Drake wastes no time to press his mouth to it, fingers digging into the flesh of her ass, eating her out with vigor. He’s done this… Jaela’s lost count of how many times he went down on her… yet each time, Jaela feels like it’s just like the first time all over again, back in the palace at the Homecoming Ball, unbelieving that this is happening.

His fingers offer a grand, rough contrast compared to how delicately his tongue slips between her folds, twisting and flicking in all the right ways. Her forehead touches the sheets and she attempts to steady her breathing as Drake does his work, just like he has every night of this honeymoon. She rocks her hips as his tongue slips between her walls, just for a moment, Drake lifts his head, lips and chin slick with her juices.

“God… if only I could taste you when I look at those pictures…”

Jaela giggles, lifting her head up. Drake gets the rest of her thong off, throwing it somewhere within the expansive room. They lock eyes, the carnal desire in Drake’s expression disappearing when he smiles wide, holding her hips, tip of his cock brushing against her. “You do know that we won’t be separated for a while… there’s no way we’re getting sent on trips alone this soo—oh!”

Drake smirks at her reaction to him entering her, thick shaft stretching her in every way Jaela loved. Her eyes flutter shut while Drake presses his hips flush to hers, letting her adjust… then pulls out to the tip before sliding back in with ease. She’s dripping, really, the posing and anticipation for their final night too much to bear any longer. She wants him—all of him in every way possible. “… There’s no way when we’ve got an heir to make…”

Jaela gulps hard at his words but lets the feeling of him overtake her. Him, in every form. Him, in every way. Him in every… thing she desired from him.

Was she nervous about children? Absolutely. Drake’s fingers twine in her hair, a gentle pull as they meet, feeling every inch of each other. But… somehow, it felt natural to want this, to want to urge on the next chapter of their lives as a couple. After all, isn’t this what the honeymoon of nobles was for? The next chapter?

She throws her hips back to meet his as he thrusts forward, gritting his teeth as he enters her again and again, both building a smooth, familiar rhythm. No words are needed as they connect, their moans and breathy gasps peppering the room. Drake reaches down with one hand and squeezes her breast, tweaking the nipple.

Jaela shudders, coming from the combination of his dick, her own hand, and how he handles her breast, walls squeezing around him. “Fuck—Drake—”

“Good girl,” he gasps. He loves saying that now that he knows how wild it drives her…. Just like how she’s learned exactly what he loves.

There’s a sparkle in her eye when she pulls far enough away that he can’t enter her again. He seems to come out of his stupor, savoring how she feels around his cock, how freeing it is to be with her completely. Drake reaches out, saying, “Huh?” before Jaela turns and backs him against the pillows and headboard, straddling his lap. The confusion is replaced with a smirk, looking her up and down. His hands come around her back, nails raking the sweaty yet smooth skin there. Jaela brushes herself against his tip, hovering—teasing—their stomachs and chests touching in the quiet, tense embrace, waiting for the next move.

Jaela only arches an eyebrow while the cooling sea breeze blows past them, ruffling white the curtains draped around the canopy. Drake, tired of waiting, tries to buck his hips up to connect with her, but Jaela moves faster, rising up. “Not yet…” she purrs, tracing his lips, then dragging her nimble fingers down his chest. “I want to savor the moment. This. Us.”

Drake’s head falls back as Jaela slowly—so, so slowly—lowers herself against him, feeling every inch that enters and stretches in the most delicious ways. They shudder together, drawing in a sharp breath when they fully meet as one. But Jaela doesn’t move, hands on his cheeks, drawing his face to hers. Drake opens his eyes slowly, lazily, holding her thigh. “Mm… Abdi… you make me…”

“Drunk?” she laughs, kissing him hard, circling her hips. Jolts of electricity course through her, starting low, deep in her core then bursting forth through every vein, big and small, setting her alight with so much more than desire. It’s need. It’s want. It’s… the future. She now throws her head back and Drake’s lips don’t leave her, following down her throat to her collarbone, lavishing the skin over and over with his tongue and teeth.

“Always,” he breathes against her, hands sliding to her ass. “You’re everything, Abdi, and these weeks… I’ll never forget them. Us.” Using his teeth on her lower lip, he gently drags her head forward, nose to nose, staring into each other’s dark eyes.

Slowly, Jaela moves her hips, rising. She squeezes him slightly, loving how he groans low against her lips. “Me either, Drake…. I love you,” she whispers, drawing him out till the tip, then, with the same painstaking slowness as before, she lowers herself again, allowing them both to feel every sensation that will send them cresting over the edge in no time. But, Jaela wants to make this moment last as long as it can.

After all, if things go as planned, there won’t be time to savor a world that exists with the two of them. Before long, she knows, there’s going to be more to worry about. To think about. To love with everything they have. But for now? Now, it’s just her. It’s just Drake. And it’s just this bed, Jaela rolling her hips with expert moves, giving Drake just what he likes with her on top.

His lips connect with her breasts, moving between each, lightly sucking then blowing on her nipples as she rides him, time lost to them. Time doesn’t matter as they move together in this moment. She braces her hands on his knees to give him full access and better handling as she moves, eyes hooded, watching him work against her chest. Can he feel how hard her heart is beating for him? How much she loves him? How much she long for these magical weeks—to be one with him over and over without fear of getting caught—for so long?

Does he know that she doesn’t want this moment to end?

Judging by his groaning, how he shakes, hands opening and closing against her back and ass, he knows. And he won’t last too much longer. All good moments must come to an end… but they can only lead to something greater, can’t it? Jaela smiles at the thought of what’ll come next—soon, if this honeymoon was any indicator-- capturing his lips in a hurried kiss, pushing him back against pillows, increasing her pace.

“J—Jaela—”

“Not yet,” she breathes, moving faster. Drake groans in disagreement, but settles, touching her clit with one hand. Jaela tenses herself, but she keeps the pace bouncing on his dick, the sound of her juices and the slapping of slick flesh on slick flesh meeting over and over filling the room to the fullest. “Say my name. Loud— fuck—”

She’s coming from his fingers making quick work of her, combined with how he moves his own hips with hers—and god, the look in his eyes. He wants the same thing as her, perhaps even more. But, all the same. “As you wish, Your Grace—” But he’s cut off with his own moans and groan. Both hands come to her back, hitting hard and leaving a brief sting as Drake holds her closer.

Each other’s names spill and fall from the other’s lips, louder than the squeaking bed and the headboard tapping against the wall. Their bodies, completely entwined and every inch pressed against the other, are on fire—a burning hot fire that’s ready to explode until the end of eternity, both lost to the passion of the other—and the possibility of the future, something that only love can create.

Drake’s cock hits her in the just the right spot, and she bites down hard on Drake’s earlobe. And that’s it—

With a hard, erratic thrust up, lifting their bodies up from the mattress, Drake cries out her name, “—Ja-Jaela!” as he comes, holding her hips down to his, spilling his seed within her. They tremble together, lips finding the other as Jaela circles her hips while Drake weakly moves his hips here and there. His hands, gentler than before, come up to her sides rubbing them while they come down together. Another amazing night in the books. One that certainly won’t be soon forgotten.

Heart pounding, body pulsing, they separate from their kiss, breaking into the grins they always did when the moment was over and all that was left was the afterglow of passion: soft, tender love.

Carefully, as they did every time since they decided three days in that it was worth it to start trying, Jaela removes herself and lays back on the bed. Chest rising and falling, Drake groans but joins her side, snuggling up against her shoulder hand flat across her stomach. He peppers kisses along her shoulder and Jaela shuts her eyes in pleasure, enjoying the feeling. “Mm…”

Drake smiles against her skin and moves closer to her, kissing her temple. “It’s a shame we can’t stay here any longer, Abdi.”

“I know…” She bites her lip, opening her eyes to look into his. She’ll never get tired of how he looks at her with that wonder, that wonder like he can’t believe she’s real. “But… I think…” She glances down to her stomach and sets a hand over Drake’s there. “I… I think I’m ready for what’s next.”

Drake smiles the biggest she’s ever seen before, even bigger than their wedding day. He lights up like a kid at Christmas, giddy with excitement to open his presents. “Really?”

She nods, matching his infectious grin. With a look like that, how can she not be ready for what comes next? “Of course,” she replies, the answer spilling out of her and into the world with ease and confidence. “I’m ready for whatever comes next with you, Walker. Haven’t we always conquered anything that’s come our way? Surely a little baby…” Jaela pauses, looking thoughtfully up at the canopy. “Well, if they have your personality, there might be a few road bumps, but I think we’ll survive. I did marry you, after all. If I can handle you…”

“Then certainly you can handle a clone of me,” he laughs, rolling over her, sealing the moment with a final kiss, their minds wandering away from the island for the first time in two weeks… excited for whatever—whoever—comes next.

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