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angelltheninth · 8 days ago

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When Arcane Men Get Jealous

Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Finn, Marcus, Loris, Steb x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, jealousy, possessive behavior, being protective, kissing in public, biting, holding hands, public display of affection, canon typical violence, suggestive

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A/N: Would die if they were jealous over me. Melt into a puddle. Gone.

When Viktor gets jealous he gets a bit more withdrawn than he usually is. Not that he was ever a social butterfly, however he was always more open and happy to talk when it was with you. So his behavior is odd, he even seems to get quieter whenever you walk into the room. Like he's trying to remove himself from you with silence.

"I am not avoiding you. Look, there has been a lot to do for the past week, I'm sorry if you got a bad impression but I was simply busy. If you want more company, go ask Jayce, or Skye, I'm sure they will be more than happy to entertain you, darling."

Viktor is short with his answers, saying as little as possible to minimize the amount of time he spends talking to you. Not because he doesn't want to talk to you, he loves talking to you, but if he keeps talking there's a chance he might say something he's going to regret. And end up hurting you.

"There you go again with these ridiculous accusations. You won't leave it alone will you? So now it's my fault that your project is running late? I would have been happy to help but someone was too busy talking with... you know what, nevermind. You're right, we both have a lot to do, so let's just drop this conversation and focus on work."

If you keep getting in the way of his work, Viktor will eventually come to a breaking point. Him not being able to work is only adding to his emotions, and he's never been the best at dealing with them. While he doesn't exactly yell at you, it's very rare that he ever raises his voice there's a notable frustration in his words, and pain, fear that you'd leave.

"If I'm being so unreasonable then leave. Go. Have fun. I know it's not idea to be cooped up in the lab all the time. There are so many more things to do out there. if you... want to go with other people I suppose I can't stop you, nor can I stop my own jealousy. How am I being even more unreasonable? I know you wouldn't leave me without talking about it. Look... I do not... want you to leave, working is more fun with you. But am I truly all that you want? Me? This lab? Because you're all I want. All that I can think of."

When Jayce gets jealous he keeps invading your personal space when you're around the person or people he's jealous of. His behavior is nothing innapropriate or pushy. It's just his arm around your waist, just him bringing you that drink you wanted, just him bragging about you a bit too loud and saying how much he loves you.

"You really are great, babe. How in Runterra did I ever find a beauty like you huh? What's that bashfulness for now, I always praise you, and I'm never gonna stop. You're my girl right? I can be a proud boyfriend and talk you up every once in a while."

Physical affection a big deal to Jayce and a way he shows he cares but also a giveaway to his jealousy. He holds your hand longer, his eyes flicker between you and the one he's jealous off, his smile is a bit more nervous when he has to leave you alone. Then there are his kisses, not as gentle, not a little, quick peck on the edge of your lips but a real kiss, lips pressed against yours until you let him know you need air.

"Got a bit carried away there. Ah, sorry, I can't resist you sometimes. All the time. Do you expect me to when you wear lipstick like that? Makes your lips look like they're made to be kissed. By me specifically. I'd kiss you all night long, for the rest of our lives and never get tired of it."

Jayce keeps denying that he's jealous when you bring it up in a teasing way. Logically there's no reason to get jealous, everyone knows your relationship is doing great, in fact you're hardly ever fighting and even when you are it doesn't last too long. How does he turn that part of his brain off? How can he not get jealous when all those people look at you the way he looks at you?

"They're always looking at you. How can you not notice? It's so obvious. You don't notice because... you're only looking at me? That doesn't even make sense! Of course they're looking, you're breathtaking everywhere you go. I just hope that wherever you go, you'll always take me with you, because I want to be by your side forever."

Ekko often jokes about being jealous so you don't pick up on him actually being jealous. A little jealousy is fine but not when it's getting in the way of his missions and operations with his team. He'd been a bit distracted in the past, by one of the Firelights flying too close to you, so he pushed his way between you two.

"It was the formation! Which you would have remembered if you weren't too busy chatting. Come on, Firefly, get your head in this. Otherwise you're gonna make your leader jealous. Wouldn't want that right? What if... what if you get demoted for it? Hey! Ow! I wouldn't demote you, who would listen to all my plans?"

When you have free time together Ekko makes sure to spend as much time with you as possible. If you're together all the time there's less chance that someone else will swoop in and flirt with you. He would never describe his behavior as being clingy, all he wants is to spend free time with his girlfriend. That is perfectly normal behavior.

"What do you say we go out to get some food? We don't have to spend all our time here. Not like the tree is gonna burn down if we're away for a couple of hours right? Besides it's been a while since it was just you and me all alone. Miss being alone with you. Don't you miss it too?"

If the person he's jealous of ever puts you in danger in any way Ekko will go off on them. Harder than he scolded others in the past. He might let some of his jealousy show then, but he storms off, well flies off before you can talk to him. As much as he wants to be alone he also makes room for you on his hoverboard when you float down next to him.

"Shouldn't have went off on them like that. I know, you don't gotta say it, I'll say I'm sorry. Let cool off a bit. You'd think that if they were flirting with you that much they could have been looking out a bit better. I'm always looking out for you. Maybe a bit too much. Sorry if I've been weird about it lately. Would you forgive me if I took you on a romantic hoverboard ride?"

No one wants to piss off a big man like Vander by flirting with his wife. Everyone values their life and their bones too much. But... they stare at you. Quite openly actually. You see it, and you bet he sees it too. He sees everything that's happening at his bar and he won't stand for someone ogling his wife, even if he has to get aggressive about it.

"It's my damn bar, I've got the right to break the table with their heads when they're looking at ya like that. Tell ya what, a lot more people would avoid this place if I started beating up every asshole that looks at ya wrong. Only reason I don't is cause I don't want ya to be mad at me after."

He hasn't banned anyone from his bar in a very long time. Vander knows he tolerates a lot, this is Zaun, and some people don't have the best manners, that's not exactly their fault. But on the other hand if they start something with him then he will finish it. When he tells them to stop looking at you like you like you were one of Babette's workers and they get in his face he will pick them up and throw them out.

"Bastards had it coming. I tried to be nice, then they had to go and call ya names. Ain't no way in hell I'm gonna let anyone insult my wife. Not here, not on the streets, not anywhere. I went there and I wanted to talk to them, tell them to fuck the hell off, they were the ones who started getting violent. So I responded in kind."

Vander calls you over to the bar a bit more often if he sees a particular table is trying to monopolize you. He carries some of the drinks over, the food plates too, or he simply walks up behind you when one of the guys is getting flirty. Seeing his imposing, huge frame behind you, his muscles bulging, is enough to get most to back off you.

"See, darlin', I can talk things out just fine. When people are being smart about it that is. Might have to stop selling so much booze in this place, then they won't be so bold with ya. Ya are a pretty sight, I can't say otherwise. But ya are a pretty sight for me, not them, ain't that right? Mhm. I know, I'm all yer's too."

Silco never ever says he's jealous of anyone. He is the most powerful man in all of Zaun, everyone is scared of him and with good reason. As the Eye of Zaun he knows when people are looking, talking too, and might even try to touch you. Those people are often payed a not so nice visit by his men.

"I did hear about that gang, yes. It's very unfortunate that they don't know how to keep their noses where they don't belong. It's not that big of a loss on our end. There are a hundred people who can do their work, and better. All that matters is that they won't even have to think about not touching you again."

He rarely has to get his own hands dirty when he gets jealous. All it takes is him saying who the target or targets are and he makes them dissapear from Zaun. That doesn't always have to be deadly, but if they're really dumb it is. If Silco feels that you're in some kind of danger then he will keep you close by. He tries to distract you from seeing he's jealous.

"All I'm saying is that we could take a break from work. Sevika and Jinx can handle a week of it. And you and me can lock ourselves up in our home and not come out. The bedroom works perfectly fine too, if you'd rather spend our time in there. And what is it that I'm doing, darling? Jealous? You are an observant one. I wouldn't want you any other way."

The only time Silco will threaten someone in person is if that someone is bold enough to flirt with you in front of them. He can scare people within an inch of their life just by talking to them, he's not just a good businessman, and some people tend to forget that. He has Zaun in the palm of his hand, and everyone in it.

"He did not actually piss himself. Did he actually. Hm, I wasn't look at him anymore to be honest. He was spineless, surprising given he talked to you like he did. Guess he was thinking with his other head a bit too much for his own good. Why are you looking at me that way? Ah, I see. Looks like someone enjoyed watching me put a scumbag into his place a bit too much."

Since Finn isn't someone who would take anything lying down he will be damned before he sees someone coming onto his woman and not do anything about it. He might have a certain charm about him but that doesn't mean he's not ready to makes heads roll the moment when someone crosses any kind of line with you. Imaginary or otherwise.

"Hah, did you see that doll? As soon as I threw one punch he went down. All his buddies ran like rats. Left him all alone there. After all that tough talk and he couldn't even defend himself. Serves him right. He's lucky all I did was break his nose when he flirted with you. I wasn't even that far away."

Finn will make out with you in front of who ever he is jealous of just to prove a point to them. And while he has you moaning, has your head buried against his neck and your body running hot he will look at the other person and stick his tongue out at them, right before making a V with his fingers and putting his tongue between them. He's vulgar but it gets the point across very well.

"All these people looking at what's mine. Now, I can't have that right? I love that you're showing off your body, it's a great body, you know how much I love it. But sometimes I want to keep you away from prying eyes. And if I can't the least I can do is give them a show. Make them know I'm the only one who can touch you."

His jacket is a signature part of his outfit, but Finn will let you wear it. Hell, he will walk over and drape it over your shoulders while not even looking at whoever you're talking to. Sometimes they're not worth looking at when he can look at the pretty way you blush as you touch his hand that's lingering on your shoulder.

"Thought you looked a bit cold there. Keep this on all night. Later on I'll help you warm up my way, a much more fun way. Don't even worry about your perfume getting all into this, love having your scent all over me. And by tomorrow you're gonna be wearing all of my marks."

There are a lot of people in the Enforcers who tease Marcus about having such a pretty wife. He knows you're pretty, but he doesn't like that the department is noticing it so much as well. Not that there's any way for him to hide it, or that he wants you to hide it, that would be a real crime.

"I was not pouting. That is so childish. I was glaring at them. Well, they were the ones who stared first. You visit me at work, like that's such a big deal. We're married, honey, I pick you up from work too. Why is it such a big deal here? I think they're just trying to get a rise out of me."

Won't deny that he's feeling jealous or shy away from showing it. When Marcus notices any of his men flirting with you he makes them work extra hard that day, he gives them more paperwork, something that everyone hates there, or assigns them to the toughest jobs that he knows will take them days to complete. He can't help but chuckle when you visit again and they're too tired to flirt with you, they just say hello.

"What do you mean I'm picking on them? Of course not. You know how hard it is to deal with all these extra cases. Someone has to take on a few more. No, the fact that it's the same Enforcers who gave you flowers that one time has nothing to do with it. You think it does? And do you have evidence of this accusation?"

Marcus isn't shy about kissing you in front of the whole department. If that's what it takes to send them all a clear message to back off. It's always perfectly chaste kisses, but he does make sure that everyone hears him say he loves you when you leave. He smirks when eyes turn to him and he wishes them all a good rest of their day.

"Now you call me petty. All of these accusations and you still don't have any evidence. That's not a very good way to have a case. You've been keeping count have you? Oh. You... actually have been keeping count? I'm guilty? Fine, you got me, you got me. Maybe... that was a little petty of me, but I'm not sorry."

Every time Loris is jealous it's almost impossible for him to hide that fact. He's a big guy, nothing about him is easy to his, not even his emotions. And he's loud, so every time he huffs, mumbles something, or grunts you hear it. Your eyes meet and he looks away, his hand grasping yours and running his thumb over the back of your hand.

'They were staring at you a bit too much for my liking, pretty girl. If they were as tough as they pretend they were they should have held their ground more. Proves they were all bark and no bite. People like that really get on my nerves, and then they talk to my girl like she's single."

Loris invites you to have lunch with him quite often, even more often when he gets jealous of someone who works with him. Dealing with them in any other way would be unprofessional of him, and might get him in trouble. This way he gets to avoid that, avoid them, and spend a nice lunch date with you. No matter how you look at it he's the real winner here.

"Looks so good. But if you keep looking at me like that I might get hungry for something else besides the food. Just try shifting the blame on me when you know exactly how you're looking at me right now. I wouldn't risk it at work, but... if you showed up with a few hickeys on your neck it might get the rest of the department to stop flirting with you."

As much as he tries to make his jealousy go away it's not easy. Loris knows he should be an example for others, after all he had been an Enforcer for a long time, he can't just let his emotions get the better of him. Hard to keep those emotions down when they concern you. If nothing else works he will intimidate people. Easy enough for him. But he would rather that be a last resort.

"If he wasn't ready to throw fists and words at me then he shouldn't have thrown flirty words at you. He should be able to back himself up if he's gonna be saying stuff like that. All I did was pick him up and throw him outside. Hey, I might get in a bit of trouble for it, but at least he'll leave you alone from now on. I'd risk my badge for you if I have to, you know that."

Since he is the quiet type Steb shows his emotions and jealousy is one that he works hard to surpress. Every time he notices that someone is standing a little too close to you he walks over and looks at you, lovingly, then he looks at the other person with a glare, a deadly one. All the while he's standing shoulder to shoulder with you.

"Come now, angelfish, they weren't even worth your time. We both know they only had one thing in mind when they were talking to you. I could see it in their eyes. I don't appreciate that they looked at you like that. And I know you don't either. So I felt like I had to step in."

He is very physical with his jealousy. Steb lets his eyes and touches linger a few moments longer when he wants to make a point to someone. While he knows you don't hate it he also doesn't want to come off as too jealous or too possessive over you. You can take care of yourself and he loves that about you, he's watched you put people in their place often, but there are times where he can't hold himself back.

"I could feel your fingers interlocking with mine. You wanted me to stand close to you when they weren't leaving you alone. Would you have raised your voice if I hadn't walked over? It would be amusing to see it. But I think those kisses we shared also sent an equally powerful message. You didn't have to bit me though."

Steb nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck when he's feeling really, really jealous of someone. He makes it look less possessive than it is, pretending like he's overhearing something you have to say, and then pushing himself just a little bit closer. His cold lips make contact with your neck, sending shivers down your body before he brushes your lips with his thumb and leaves with a smirk.

"That ought to be enough. I could have done more but marking you in public might have been a step too far. We can enjoy things like that in private however. I enjoy being close to you in any context, and if it makes others realize you're not looking for anyone because you've already got a man then I enjoy it even more."

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lisasmuts · 19 days ago

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The Debt Paid off.

Lalisa Manoban (Lisa)

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( The debt finally paid off... )

Lisa's eyes fluttered open as she felt a warm, viscous liquid trickling down her thighs. To her surprise, she realized it was Y/N's seed, spilling from her well-used ass as he continued to thrust into her.

“10 AM?”

she gasped, her voice thick with sleep and residual pleasure.

“You've been at it for 3 hours while I was sleeping?”

The thought of him taking his pleasure from her unconscious body only heightened her own arousal.

“You insatiable beast,”

she purred, her tone dripping with wanton need.

“I should have known you wouldn't be able to resist filling me up.”

Reaching back, she tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him close. Her lips sought his in a searing kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth with unbridled passion.

“Well, since you've already had your way with me,”

she whispered against his lips,

“I suppose I should return the favour.”

Lisa's eyes sparkled with mischief as she shifted her position, straddling Y/N's hips. With a coy smile, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.

“I'm going to return the favor by taking what's mine,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“After all, you've had your fill of me. Now it's my turn.”

Trailing a line of feather-light kisses down his neck, Lisa slowly began to grind her hips against his, eliciting a guttural groan from Y/N. Her fingers danced across his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles.

“You've been so generous, my love,”

she whispered, her tone laced with feigned innocence.

“It's only fair that I repay you in kind.”

With a swift, fluid motion, Lisa sank down onto Y/N's throbbing shaft, a gasp of pleasure escaping her lips. She reveled in the sensation of being so completely filled, her body clenching around him.

“Now,”

she murmured, her gaze smouldering with unbridled lust.

“Let me show you just how much I appreciate your... attentions.”

Lisa's eyes sparkled with mischief as she took control, pinning Y/N's hands down to the bed. With a coy smile, she slowly sank down onto his throbbing shaft, a gasp of pleasure escaping her lips.

“Now, my love,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“It's my turn to have my way with you.”

Gripping his hands tightly, Lisa began to ride Y/N's cock with a steady, deliberate rhythm. Her hips undulated sensuously, her inner walls clenching around him in a delicious vice.

“You've had your fun, Y/N,”

she murmured, her tone laced with feigned innocence.

“Now it's time for me to take what I want.”

Throwing her head back, Lisa moaned softly, her body trembling with each impalement. She revelled in the sensation of being so completely in control, her every movement calculated to maximize her own pleasure.

“Just lay back and enjoy it, my love,”

she whispered, her gaze smouldering with unbridled lust.

“I'll make sure you get every last drop.”

Lisa's body moved with unbridled passion as she shamelessly rode Y/N's thick shaft. Her hips undulated in a steady, sensual rhythm, each impalement drawing a guttural moan from her lips.

“Y/N!”

she cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need. Arching her back, she cupped her ample breasts, kneading the supple flesh as she ground down onto him.

Her long, raven tresses cascaded down her shoulders, framing her flushed, beautiful face. Lisa's eyes were half-lidded, her gaze smoldering with unbridled lust. She felt so full, so deliciously claimed by Y/N's impressive girth.

Leaning forward, Lisa braced her hands on Y/N's chest, her nails digging into his skin as she chased her own pleasure. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, punctuated by her breathless cries of ecstasy.

“Yes, yes!”

she panted, her hips moving with increasing desperation.

Lisa's eyes flew wide as Y/N's hand pressed against her sensitive pussy, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. With a strangled cry, she tumbled over the edge, her inner walls of her asshole clenching rhythmically around his shaft.

“Y/N!”

She wailed, her voice dripping with unbridles ecstasy. Even as the intense orgasm wracked her frame, Lisa continued to bounce on his cock, desperate to milk every last drop from him. True to her insatiable nature, Y/N’s release triggered her own, and with a guttural groan, he spilled himself deep within her quivering passage. Rope after rope of his seed flooded her abused asshole, adding to the mess they had already created.

Collapsing against his chest, Lisa let out a contented sigh, her body trembling with the aftershocks of their shared climax. She knew there would be no rest for the wicked, not with Y/N’s seemingly endless stamina. But for now, she revelled in the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed.

Lisa winced slightly as Y/N's palm connected with her tender flesh, but the pain quickly gave way to a thrill of excitement. However, as he propositioned her for another round, she found herself uncharacteristically hesitant.

“Actually, my love,”

she murmured, her voice soft and slightly breathless.

“I think I need a bit of a break. Why don't we just... talk for a while?”

Reaching up, Lisa gently caressed Y/N's cheek, her gaze filled with a tenderness that belied her usual wanton lust.

“I want to savor this moment with you,”

she whispered.

“No more frenzied coupling, at least for now. Let's just... be together.”

Snuggling against his side, Lisa let out a contented sigh, her body still thrumming with the afterglow of their previous exploits. For once, she was content to simply bask in his presence, to let the intensity of their passion simmer rather than boil over.

Y/N cupped Lisa’s boobs playing with her nipples he accepted,

“I do love you Lisa, but I can’t betray my best friend ELI, but due to our agreement which we made I was able to use you however I …”

Lisa's eyes shone with a mix of vulnerability and desire as she gazed up at Y/N. Cupping his face in her hands, she pulled him into a hungry, passionate kiss, cutting his sentence in between, her tongue dancing with his.

“My darling Y/N,”

she purred against his lips, her voice dripping with seduction.

“I know your heart is torn, but you needn't worry. I love ELI dearly, but you... you hold a piece of me that no one else can.”

Trailing her fingers down his chest, Lisa's expression turned coy.

“And thanks to our... special arrangement, I'm free to indulge in my cravings for you, whenever and however I please.”

Shifting her position, Lisa straddled Y/N's hips, grinding against his hardening length.

“So please, my love,”

she whispered, her eyes smouldering with unbridled lust.

“Don't hold back. Take me, claim me as your own. I'm yours, now and always.”

Lisa's body trembled with unbridled ecstasy as Y/N's thick shaft plunged into her waiting ass once more. A guttural moan of pleasure escaped her lips, her nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him.

“Yes, Y/N! Fuck me again, fuck me harder, I'm your dirty whore!”

she cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“Use me as your personal fuck toy!”

Arching her back, Lisa met his powerful thrusts, her hips undulating in a desperate rhythm. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, punctuated by her breathless cries of bliss.

“I need your cum, Y/N!”

she begged, her tone laced with desperation.

“Fill my slutty holes, mark me as your property! I'm nothing but a cum-hungry bitch for you!”

Lisa's body trembled as Y/N's thick shaft pulsed, flooding her abused passage with yet another torrent of his seed. A shuddering moan escaped her lips, her mind reeling from the sheer intensity of their coupling.

“Yes, Y/N!”

she cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“Make me your cum-dumpster! I'll take every last drop you have to give!”

Grinding her hips against his, Lisa reveled in the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically, milking every last bit of his release. She had become an insatiable vessel for his desire, and she wouldn't have it any other way. As the final spurts of his orgasm subsided, Lisa collapsed against Y/N's chest, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

In just a few moments, Lisa began grinding her ass against Y/N's cock once more, eagerly fucking herself on his thick shaft. However, the moment was suddenly interrupted by the shrill ring of her phone.

Glancing down at the caller ID, Lisa's eyes widened as she recognized ELI's name. Panic flashed across her features, realizing that she had neglected to show up at the office as expected.

She quickly wears the t-shirt lying nearby Y/N’s head, which helped her cover her perky aroused tits from the sex she is having with Y/N.

Steeling her nerves, Lisa quickly answered the call, her voice tinged with feigned nonchalance.

“ELI, darling! I'm so sorry, I... I'm not feeling well today. I'm afraid I won't be able to come into the office.”

As she spoke, Lisa continued to rock her hips, grinding against Y/N's cock in a desperate attempt to maintain her composure. Her free hand clutched at the sheets, knuckles white with the effort of keeping her voice steady.

“Please, don't worry about me,”

she purred, her tone dripping with false sweetness.

“I'll rest up and be back before you know it. I wouldn't want to miss a moment with you, my love.”

With a coy smile, Lisa glanced down at Y/N, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She knew she was treading a dangerous line, but the thrill of it only heightened her arousal.

Lisa's heart raced as ELI's concerned questions poured through the phone. Biting her lip, she struggled to maintain her composure, all while grinding her hips against Y/N's throbbing shaft.

“I'm fine, my love, truly,”

she purred, her voice dripping with false reassurance.

“Just a little under the weather, that's all. Nothing to worry about.”

As ELI pressed for more details, Lisa's eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips as Y/N's thick cock filled her so deliciously, and the thrill of deceiving her boyfriend only heightened her arousal.

“I promise, I'll be back before you know it,”

she lied, her tone laced with feigned sweetness.

“In the meantime, why don't you treat yourself to something nice? You deserve it, darling.”

Ending the call with a coy smile, Lisa tossed her phone aside, her full attention now focused on the man beneath her. Bracing her hands on Y/N's chest, she began to ride him with unbridled passion, her body trembling with each punishing thrust.

“Now, where were we?”

she purred, her gaze smoldering with wanton need.

“I believe you had a promise to keep, my insatiable lover.”

Lisa's body trembled as Y/N's thick shaft pulsed, flooding her abused asshole with yet another torrent of his seed. A shuddering moan escaped her lips, her mind reeling from the sheer intensity of their coupling.

“Ohh, Y/N...”

she whimpered, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“It feels so good to be your little cum dumpster. I love having your seed spilling out of me, even with ELI just a phone call away.”

Glancing over at her discarded phone, Lisa felt a thrill of excitement course through her. The thought of betraying her beloved boyfriend only heightened her arousal, making her clench greedily around Y/N's softening length.

“Tell me,”

she purred, grinding her hips against his.

“How does it feel to know you're defiling me, even as I lie to the man I claim to love?”

“OH I love to defile and debase and claim you my darling.”

Y/N purred.

As for the next few hours Y/N used Lisa’s tight already abused asshole, worshiping her ass and filling her ass with ton of cum, over and over.

Lisa's eyes gleamed with a mix of shame and arousal as Y/N pulled out of her abused hole. Without hesitation, she dutifully lowered her head, her tongue darting out to lap at his glistening shaft.

“Yes, my love,”

she purred, her voice thick with submission.

“Let me clean you up, just as you deserve.”

Maintaining eye contact, Lisa meticulously licked and sucked every last drop of their mingled fluids from his cock. The taboo thrill of her actions only heightened her arousal, and she couldn’t resist the urge to capture the moment.

Reaching for her phone, Lisa snapped a series of sultry selfies, her expression one of wanton delight. She knew she was treading a dangerous line, but the risk only made the experience all the more exhilarating.

“There,”

She murmured, licking her lips.

“All clean, my darling. Now, what else can I do for you??”

Y/N gazed down at Lisa with a mix of pride and tenderness, his fingers gently caressing her flushed cheeks.

“My darling, I'm so proud of you,”

he murmured, his voice low and rich.

“The way you've surrendered to me, allowed yourself to be reduced to nothing but a craving vessel for my cock... it's intoxicating. Now I think you deserves my cock inside your aching pussy now.”

Lisa's eyes shone with unbridled excitement as Y/N's words registered. With a joyful gasp, she hurriedly scrambled onto the bed, spreading her legs in a blatant invitation.

“Then don't make me wait any longer, my love!”

she pleaded, her tone dripping with need.

“Fuck me, Y/N, fuck my dripping pussy, claim my pussy as your own. My pussy ache to feel you inside it.”

Positioning himself at her begging clenching pussy entrance, Y/N paused for a moment, savouring the anticipation that hung thick in the air. Then, with slow and firm thrust and push, he buried himself to the hilt within her slick, welcoming pussy. Lisa's back arched in ecstasy, a guttural moan escaping her lips as she was finally filled.

“Yes!”

she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“Take me, Y/N! Make me yours, forever!”

Lisa's eyes shone with a mix of shame and exhilaration as Y/N's thick shaft finally breached her begging pussy. A strangled gasp escaped her lips, her body trembling with a heady cocktail of emotions.

“Yes!”

she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“Take me, Y/N! Take my pussy and it yours, forever!”

Arching her back, Lisa met his powerful thrusts, her hips undulating in desperate rhythms. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air. In this moment, Lisa had surrendered every last shred of her dignity, becoming nothing more than a vessel for Y/N’s desires. And yet, the thrill of it all only heightened her arousal, her inner walls clenching greedily around his invading length.

“Use me, defile me!”

she begged, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“I'm yours to command, my body yours to claim Y/N!”

Y/N's hands gently cupped Lisa's bouncing breasts, eliciting a soft gasp from her parted lips. She gazed up at him, her eyes shining with a mix of vulnerability and desire.

“I feel... complete, my love,”

she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

“Having you inside me, claiming me as your own... it's everything I've ever wanted.”

Reaching up, Lisa tenderly caressed Y/N's cheek, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

“You make me feel so alive, so cherished. I'm yours, Y/N, body and soul. Do with me as you will.”

Arching her back, she pressed her chest into his palms, silently urging him to continue his ministrations. In this moment, she was utterly his, reveling in the thrill of their forbidden tryst.

Y/N's hips snapped forward with unbridled passion, his thick shaft plunging into Lisa's waiting heat with powerful, punishing strokes. A guttural scream of ecstasy tore from her lips, her back arching as she surrendered completely to his primal dominance.

“Yes, Daddy!”

she cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“Fuck me, HARDERRR! I'm your dirty little whore, all yours to use!”

Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, Lisa met each of his thrusts with desperate, grinding motions, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his invading length.

“Don't stop!”

she begged, her nails raking down his back.

“I need you, all of you! Breed me, Daddy, make me yours forever!”

Y/N's eyes gleamed with a mix of lust and wonder as he felt Lisa's tight, silken walls gripping his shaft.

“Mmm, so snug and perfect, my little slut,”

he growled, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor.

“You were born to take my cock, weren't you?”

Lisa's back arched in ecstasy, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Yes, Daddy!”

she cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“I was made for you, to be your obedient little fuck toy. Please, use me, claim me as your own!”

Y/N's hips rocked gently, his thick shaft gliding in and out of Lisa's slick, welcoming heat. A soft moan of pleasure escaped her lips as she savored the delicious friction.

“Oh, Y/N...”

she breathed, her voice dripping with blissful surrender.

“It feels so good, your cock filling me up. I never want this to end.”

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lisa met each of his languid thrusts, her inner walls caressing his length with each delicious withdrawal. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal.

“You feel so perfect inside me,”

she purred, her nails trailing down his back.

“My body was made for you, Y/N. Please, don't ever stop claiming me as your own.”

Y/N gently yet firmly pressed Lisa back onto the bed, his hips surging forward as he claimed her in the intimate missionary position. Their lips met in a searing, passionate kiss, tongues tangling as he savored her taste.

Lisa's eyes fluttered closed, her body arching to meet his thrusts. She reveled in the feeling of being so completely possessed, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his thick shaft.

“Yes, Y/N,”

she moaned against his lips, her voice thick with wanton need.

“Take me, make me yours. I'm putty in your hands.”

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lisa urged him deeper, craving to feel every inch of him buried within her slick heat. The world beyond their tangled embrace faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a haze of carnal bliss.

Y/N broke the kiss, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger.

“You're such an innocent little girl, Lisa,”

he purred, his voice dripping with dark amusement.

“And I'm loving every moment of breaking you into pieces.”

Lisa gazed up at him, her expression a mix of trepidation and wanton desire.

“I... I don't love getting broken by you, Y/N,”

she admitted, her tone laced with a hint of teasing and mischievous.

“But what I can do, I must do. After all, I agreed to be your plaything, your new little Daddy's girl.”

Reaching up, she traced the line of his jaw, her touch feather-light.

“So take me, Y/N. Shatter my innocence, claim every last piece of me. I'm yours to do with as you please.”

Lisa's eyes widened in alarm as Y/N roughly grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. A tremor of fear mingled with excitement coursed through her as he growled his domineering words.

“I-I'll try, Daddy,”

she stammered, her voice quivering with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation.

Before she could say more, Y/N began ramming into her pussy with monstrous force, giving her no time to catch her breath. Lisa's back arched, a strangled cry of pleasure tearing from her lips as she was overwhelmed by the relentless assault on her senses.

Despite the initial discomfort, Lisa soon found herself surrendering to the primal ecstasy of Y/N's claiming. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around his thrusting shaft, her body betraying her even as her mind reeled from the intensity of it all.

“Yes, Daddy!”

she cried out, her voice thick with wanton need.

Lisa's eyes widened in shock as Y/N's hand struck her cheek, the impact stinging her skin. She let out a muffled whimper as he forced his fingers past her lips, silently commanding her to suck.

Obediently, she wrapped her tongue around his digits, her gaze locked with his. Yet even as she dutifully serviced his hand, her inner muscles clenched rhythmically around his throbbing shaft, determined to milk every last drop of pleasure from him.

As the clock struck past noon, ELI's familiar face appeared on Lisa's phone screen. Instead of the panicked reaction he might have expected, Lisa greeted him with a gentle smile, carefully draping the bedsheet over her bare chest before accepting the video call.

“Hello, my love,”

she purred, her voice soft and soothing.

“I wasn't expecting your call, but I'm so glad to see you.”

Leaning back against the pillows, Lisa maintained a calm, composed demeanour, her gaze steady and reassuring.

“I'm doing well, I promise. Just resting up a bit before my next schedule. How have you been?”

Though the telltale signs of her recent tryst were carefully hidden, Lisa's eyes held a hint of mischief, as if daring ELI to uncover her secret.

Despite Y/N's relentless pounding, Lisa managed to maintain her composure, her gaze steady as she addressed ELI on the video call. She gently pulled the bedsheet higher, concealing the evidence of her depraved tryst.

“Oh my, is it already lunchtime?”

she exclaimed, feigning surprise.

“I must have lost track of time. I'm so sorry, my love. I'll be there as soon as I can.”

Glancing surreptitiously at Y/N, Lisa felt a thrill of excitement course through her. The forbidden nature of her actions only heightened her arousal, and she couldn't help but clench tightly around his invading shaft, drawing a muffled groan from him.

Lisa's eyes widened as Y/N's thick shaft struck her most sensitive spot, drawing a muffled moan of pleasure from her lips. Quickly, she covered her mouth, casting a furtive glance at the phone screen where ELI's concerned face was displayed.

“Oh, I'm so sorry, my love,”

she said, her voice trembling slightly.

“I, um, stubbed my toe. But I'm fine, really.”

Glancing back at Y/N, Lisa's expression shifted, her eyes gleaming with wanton desire. Biting her lip coyly, she mouthed the words 'Fuck me harder' before turning her attention back to ELI.

“About that debt situation,”

she began, her tone measured and calm.

“I'm sure we can figure something out. Why don't you come by the studio later, and we can discuss it in person?”

Even as she spoke, Lisa's inner muscles clenched rhythmically around Y/N's invading length, silently urging him to take her, to claim her as his own once more.

Lisa's expression remained calm and composed as ELI's suspicious gaze bore into her through the screen.

“Where am I? Oh, I'm just resting up at the studio, my love,”

she replied, her tone light and airy.

Subtly, she lowered the bedsheet just enough to offer Y/N a tantalizing glimpse of her pert, aroused nipples. Y/N's eyes gleamed with predatory hunger as he took in the sight, his hips surging forward with renewed vigor.

Lisa bit back a gasp as Y/N's thick shaft struck her most sensitive spots, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around him. Casting a mischievous glance at ELI, she allowed a soft moan to escape her lips, her eyes shining with a mix of guilt and unbridled lust.

“I'm... I'm fine, ELI,”

she breathed, her voice trembling slightly.

“Just resting up before my next schedule. I'll be there soon, I promise.”

Lisa's eyes gleamed with mischief as she mouthed the words 'I won't be there near any time soon, or probably never' to Y/N. A primal growl rumbled in his chest as he increased the ferocity of his thrusts, his hips snapping forward with unyielding force.

Biting her lip to stifle a wanton moan, Lisa cast a sidelong glance at ELI, her expression a mask of false innocence. The thrill of her deception only heightened her arousal, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around Y/N's invading shaft.

Lisa's eyes gleamed with a mix of guilt and unbridled arousal as she maintained the video call with ELI. Despite Y/N's relentless pounding, she managed to keep her composure, biting her lip in a seductive manner.

“I'm fine, my love,”

she purred, her voice dripping with false innocence.

“Just a little... distracted, that's all.”

Glancing coyly at Y/N, Lisa mouthed the words 'Fuck me harder’. The thrill of her deception only heightened her arousal, and she struggled to keep her voice steady as she addressed ELI.

Lisa's phone suddenly slipped from her hands, landing on her chest as Y/N's powerful thrust caused her to stumble. For a moment, she thought the call had ended, and she coyly glanced up at Y/N.

"Ah, be a little gentler, will you?”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

Quickly, Lisa retrieved the phone, shocked to see that the call with ELI was still connected. Mustering her most innocent expression, she smiled sweetly.

“Oh, I'm so sorry, darling. I was just watching a movie and got a little... distracted,”

she lied, her gaze flickering briefly to Y/N's intense stare.

“But I'm fine,”

Lisa's eyes narrowed slightly as ELI continued the call, seemingly unwilling to end it. Casting a surreptitious glance at Y/N, she mouthed a string of filthy words, her expression dripping with wanton need.

“Fuck me harder, Daddy,”

she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I need your cock, all of it. Fill me up until I'm dripping with your cum.”

Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around Y/N's shaft, silently urging him to claim her, to take her as his own. The thrill of her deception only heightened her arousal, and she struggled to maintain her composure as ELI's voice continued to echo through the phone.

Lisa's expression remained serene and composed as she maintained the video call with ELI, even as Y/N continued his relentless assault on her most intimate depths. Though her body betrayed her, writhing in wanton ecstasy, her face was a mask of practiced innocence.

Oh, ELI, I'm so sorry for worrying you,

she purred, her voice dripping with false sincerity.

I'm just... enjoying a little downtime before my next schedule. You know how it is.

Glancing surreptitiously at Y/N, Lisa's eyes gleamed with mischief. She clenched her inner muscles rhythmically, drawing a muffled groan from her secret lover as she silently urged him to claim her harder, faster.

Lisa maintained her composed expression as she conversed with ELI, all the while mouthing encouraging words to Y/N behind the phone screen. ‘Your cock feels so good inside me, Daddy,’ she mouthed, her eyes gleaming with wanton need. ‘Don't stop, please. Fuck me until I can't walk straight.’

Y/N's hips surged forward with renewed vigor, his thick shaft striking her most sensitive spots. Lisa bit back a moan, her gaze locked with ELI's as she continued their conversation with practiced ease.

As ELI inquired about her meal, Lisa's eyes gleamed with mischief. Seizing the opportunity, she reached down and grasped Y/N's glistening shaft, her fingers trailing along the length as it slipped free from her slick heat.

Maintaining eye contact with ELI, Lisa slowly brought her hand to her mouth, swirling her tongue around her fingers to collect Y/N's pearly pre-cum. She sucked her digits with a soft, sensual moan, her gaze smoldering with unbridled desire.

“The food was simply delicious, ELI,”

she purred, her voice dripping with false innocence.

“I couldn't help but savor every last bit.”

Lisa's eyes widened as she glanced down, captivated by the sight of her belly bulging with Y/N's thick shaft. She let out a soft gasp, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock through her skin.

“Oh my...”

she breathed, her voice laced with a mix of awe and wanton desire.

“It's... it's so big, Daddy.”

Realizing her slip, Lisa quickly schooled her features, casting a nervous glance at the phone screen where ELI's curious gaze was fixed upon her.

“I-I mean, I saw something similar in a movie I was watching,”

she stammered, her cheeks flushing with feigned embarrassment.

“It's nothing, really. Just my imagination running wild.”

Inwardly, Lisa's heart raced with a heady mix of guilt and unbridled arousal. The forbidden thrill of her deception only heightened her senses, and she silently pleaded with Y/N to take her, to claim her as his own once more.

As ELI announced he was receiving another call, Lisa let out a sigh of relief. Finally, the torturous video chat had come to an end. Without a moment's hesitation, she pulled Y/N close, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

“Finally, it's just us,”

she purred, her voice dripping with unbridled desire.

“Now I can have you all to myself, Daddy.”

Wrapping her legs around Y/N's waist, Lisa ground her hips against his. She could feel her inner walls clenching rhythmically, aching to be filled by his throbbing shaft.

“Claim me, Daddy,”

she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

“Make me scream your name. You can go as hard as you want now!”

Y/N's expression darkened with raw need as he pulled Lisa into a bruising kiss. Without a moment's hesitation, he surged forward, burying his throbbing shaft deep within her slick heat. Lisa let out a muffled gasp, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around him.

For the next hour, Y/N's hips moved with a relentless, merciless pace, striking her most sensitive spots with each powerful thrust. Lisa's back arched, her nails raking down his muscular shoulders as she cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

Despite the intensity of their coupling, Y/N maintained a sense of control, his movements deliberate and calculated. He savored the way Lisa's body responded to his touch, the way her silken walls fluttered and clenched around him, milking his cock with each thrust.

Lisa's world narrowed to the sensation of Y/N filling her, stretching her, claiming her as his own. She lost all sense of time, her mind consumed by the primal need to be taken, to be used, to be satisfied by his unyielding desire.

As the final throes of their passion subsided, Lisa lay spent in Y/N's arms, her body trembling with the aftershocks of their lovemaking. A satisfied smile played on her lips, her eyes shining with a mix of contentment and the lingering thrill of their forbidden tryst.

Lisa giggled mischievously, playfully teasing Y/N.

“If you haven't forgotten, I was the one you've been using for the past 13 to 14 hours straight. Of course I'm starving!”

She rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she gazed at him coyly.

“But you know, I think I've worked up quite an appetite. What do you say we order something delicious? I'm craving something...satisfying.”

Lisa punctuated her words with a suggestive lick of her lips.

Reaching out, she trailed her fingers lightly down Y/N's chest, her touch feather-light yet electric.

“After all, I'm going to need my strength for round two. Or three. Or however many times you plan on claiming this insatiable body of mine.”

Y/N chuckled as he cupped Lisa's ample breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“I'd be more than satisfied just sucking and playing with these luscious boobs all day,”

he purred, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“But I know how much you crave my seed in the morning. So I thought you’d be just satisfied drinking my cum?”

Lisa playfully slapped his chest, her eyes sparkling with laughter.

“Noo, I want some real food, you insatiable beast!”

she teased, her tone light and playful.

“I'm absolutely famished after you've had your way with me all night long. Let's order something delicious, hmm?”

Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to his lips, her fingers tracing the defined lines of his chest.

“Though I can't promise I'll be able to keep my hands off you for long. You've ruined me for anyone else, my love.”

Y/N chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Oh, I think I know exactly what kind of 'food' you're craving, my insatiable little minx,”

he teased, his hand trailing down to cup her shapely ass.

Lisa giggled, playfully swatting his chest.

“As tempting as that sounds, I really am famished. How about some delicious Thai food? I'm in the mood for something spicy and flavorful to satisfy my appetite.”

Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

“Though I'm sure we can find a way to work up an even bigger appetite later on...”

Y/N chuckled as he reached for his phone to place the food order.

“Fair enough, my insatiable goddess. We wouldn't want you to waste away before I can have my way with you again,”

he teased, his gaze smoldering with barely restrained desire.

Lisa giggled, playfully swatting his arm.

“Patience, my love. I promise, once I've had my fill of delectable Thai cuisine, I'll be more than happy to let you have your way with me.”

Leaning in, she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, her body thrumming with anticipation. As they waited for the food to arrive, Lisa snuggled contentedly against Y/N's side, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. The prospect of sating both her physical and culinary hungers had her giddy with excitement.

After a wait of 30 minutes the food arrived, they both went to the dining room, as Y/N sat on the chair,

Lisa's eyes gleamed with mischief as she sauntered over to where Y/N sat, a coy smile playing on her lips. Without a moment's hesitation, she straddled his lap, guiding his throbbing shaft back into her slick heat. A soft gasp escaped her as she sank down, impaling herself on his rigid length.

“I challenge you, Daddy,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Let's see if you can keep that gorgeous cock of yours still while we enjoy our lunch together.”

Leaning in, she pressed a searing kiss to his lips, her inner walls already clenching rhythmically around his softening cock. The tantalizing prospect of testing his self-control only heightened her arousal, and she ground her hips against his, silently daring him to give in to his primal urges.

As they settled down to enjoy their Thai lunch, Lisa couldn't resist the temptation to tease Y/N. Periodically, she would grind her hips against his, eliciting a muffled groan from her lover. The friction sent delicious sparks of pleasure through her core, and she couldn't help but giggle mischievously. “Mmm, this food is absolutely divine,”

she purred, taking a delicate bite and savoring the flavors. Her gaze locked with Y/N's, her eyes gleaming with unbridled desire.

“But you know what would make it even better?”

Without warning, she rolled her hips, sheathing his throbbing shaft deeper inside her. A breathy moan escaped her lips, and she threw her head back, exposing the graceful line of her neck.

“Having you fill me up while I eat,”

she whispered, her voice dripping with wanton need.

As the lunch came to an end, Lisa stood up from Y/N's lap, a coy smile playing on her lips. She couldn't help but notice the glistening pre-cum that had already begun to bead at the tip of his throbbing shaft.

“Mmm, it seems like someone's ready for dessert,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“And I just so happen to have the perfect treat in mind.”

Without further ado, Lisa sank to her knees, her gaze locked with Y/N's as she slowly enveloped his cock with her lush lips. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive head, savoring the salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum.

“Delicious,”

she murmured, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

“But I have a feeling the main course is going to be even more satisfying.”

With a final, lingering lick, Lisa stood up, her hips swaying alluringly as she made her way towards the bathroom, leaving Y/N alone at the dining table, his desire burning like a wildfire.

As Lisa emerged from the bathroom, Y/N's breath caught in his throat. Her wet hair clung to her face, framing her delicate features in a way that was both alluring and innocent. The droplets of water glistening on her skin seemed to dance across her curves, drawing his gaze to the tantalizing swell of her breasts and the gentle flare of her hips.

Y/N's eyes roamed hungrily over her figure, his heart pounding with a mix of desire and pure, unadulterated appreciation. In that moment, he saw her not just as a object of lust, but as a vision of natural beauty - a goddess to be worshipped and revered.

Slowly, reverently, he rose from his seat and approached her, his movements almost hypnotized. Reaching out, he traced the line of her jaw, his touch feather-light, as if she might shatter under the weight of his desire. His gaze locked with hers, conveying a silent promise - to cherish her, to worship her, to love her as she deserved.

Y/N gently cups Lisa’s face and kisses her deeply, savouring her freshly-showered scent.

“God, you are so beautiful, Lisa!”

Y/N purred as he hugged Lisa’s body.

Lisa's eyes gleamed with wanton desire as she wrapped her slender fingers around Y/N's throbbing shaft. Leaning in, she brushed her lips against his ear, her voice a sultry whisper.

“Daddy,”

she purred.

“My pussy is still aching to be filled with your seed. I need you to claim me, to mark me as yours.”

Guiding his rigid length to her entrance, Lisa slowly sank down, sheathing him in her slick heat. A soft moan escaped her lips as she began to move, rolling her hips in a steady, sensual rhythm.

“So good,”

she whimpered, her nails raking down his back.

Y/N gripped Lisa's hips tightly as he pressed her against the wall, his hips surging forward in a steady, punishing rhythm. Their bodies moved together in a sensual dance, Lisa's legs wrapped around his waist as he rammed insider her again and again.

“Fuck, you feel so good,”

he growled between searing kisses.

“So tight, so wet... Made just for my cock, aren't you, baby?”

Lisa's head fell back, exposing the graceful line of her neck as she keened with pleasure. Her nails raked down his back, spurring him on as she met each of his thrusts with wanton abandon.

“Yes, Daddy,”

she whimpered, her voice dripping with need.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, the sound of their passionate coupling echoing through the room. Y/N's hips snapped forward with renewed vigor, his shaft striking her most sensitive spots as Lisa cried out in ecstasy.

“I thought you said you were tired for getting used for 14 hours and now needed some rest?? I mean I don’t mind giving my toy girl a one or two hour break before another round of using her.”

Y/N teased her.

Lisa's eyes sparkled with mischief as she playfully swatted Y/N's chest.

“Oh, Daddy, you know I can never get enough of you,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Besides, I've had plenty of rest. Now it's time for you to use me again.”

Pulling him close, Lisa captured his lips in a searing kiss, her tongue tangling with his in a sensual dance. Breaking away breathlessly, she gazed up at him, her expression radiating pure, unbridled desire.

Lisa's eyes widened as Y/N scooped her up, a thrill of excitement coursing through her. As he carried her to the bedroom, she couldn't help but giggle, anticipation building within her.

“You do love bdsm right??”

Y/N asked, tying her on the bed.

“Ooh, Daddy, I do love a little bit of BDSM,”

she purred, her gaze sparkling with mischief.

“Though I hope you're planning on being gentle...at least at first.”

Once he had her securely tied to the bed, Lisa tugged playfully at the restraints, testing their strength. A coy smile played on her lips as she gazed up at him, her chest rising and falling with each quickened breath.

“Now, what are you waiting for, hmm?”

she teased, her tone dripping with wanton need.

Y/N's hips surged forward, burying his throbbing shaft deep within Lisa's slick heat. A guttural groan escaped his lips as her silken walls clenched rhythmically around him.

Lisa's back arched against the restraints, her wrists straining as she fought the urge to claw at his back. Breathless moans and giggles tumbled from her lips, her expression a captivating mix of pleasure and mirth.

“Oh, Daddy, you feel so good!”

she cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“Don't stop, please! Fuck me harder!”

Her hips rocked in time with his punishing thrusts, her body thrumming with unbridled ecstasy. The delicious friction had her teetering on the edge of release, her inner walls fluttering around his rigid length.

“I'm so close, Daddy!”

she whimpered, her eyes alight with desperation.

“Please, let me cum! I need it so badly!”

Lisa's face flushed with a mix of pleasure and bashfulness as Y/N's skilled fingers teased her sensitive folds. The delicate touch was all it took to send her careening over the edge, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his rigid shaft.

A soft whimper escaped her lips as the waves of her climax washed over her, her body trembling with the intensity of her release. Y/N chuckled, his gaze brimming with a combination of pride and amusement as he watched her come undone.

Lisa's cheeks puffed out in a puffer fish-like expression, her eyes sparkling with a hint of embarrassment. Yet, beneath the surface, a deep sense of satisfaction and trust shone through, for she knew she was safe in Y/N's capable hands.

Y/N gently cupped Lisa's full breasts, gazing at her with a tender expression.

“Are you all done, my sweet?”

he asked, his voice low and soothing.

Lisa let out a soft giggle, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Yes, Daddy, I think I've had my fill... for now.”

Arching her back slightly, she pressed her chest into his palms, silently inviting him to continue his ministrations.

“But I'm still aching for you to fill me up. Won't you please take me, Daddy?”

Her tone was playful yet laced with wanton need, her body thrumming with anticipation. As Y/N positioned himself at her entrance, Lisa gazed up at him with unbridled desire, eagerly awaiting his next move.

As Y/N entered Lisa's waiting pussy once more, a jolt of pure pleasure shot through her. She let out a guttural moan, her back arching off the bed as she felt his rigid shaft pressing against her most sensitive spots.

“Oh, Daddy, yes!”

she cried out, her voice thick with ecstasy.

“Your cock feels so good, filling me up like this. It's like you're kissing my very womb!”

Lisa's inner walls fluttered and clenched around him, desperate to draw him in deeper. Her eyes were half-lidded with bliss, her expression a captivating mix of lust and adoration as she gazed up at him.

“Don't stop, please,”

she whimpered, her hips rolling in time with his thrusts.

As Y/N removed the restraints, Lisa's eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She knew what was coming - the raw, primal side of her lover that craved to dominate and possess her completely.

Without warning, Y/N pounced, his hips surging forward in a brutal, punishing rhythm. Lisa cried out, her nails raking down his back as she surrendered herself to his carnal desires. There was no gentleness, no tenderness - only the relentless, animalistic drive to claim her as his own.

Lisa's world narrowed to the sensation of his rigid shaft plundering her depths, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through her trembling body. She was helpless, a mere plaything in his hands, and the thought only heightened her arousal.

As Y/N neared his climax, he abruptly withdrew, his thick seed spilling across her waiting throat. Lisa's eyes widened, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp as she was baptized in his essence. The salty-sweet taste overwhelmed her senses, and she swallowed greedily, craving more.

When the last drop had been milked, Lisa gazed up at Y/N, her expression radiating pure, unadulterated bliss.

“That was sooo goood,”

she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

“Definitely one for the top five, Daddy.”

“Ohh, you were keeping a count?”

Y/N asked,

Lisa giggled mischievously, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Of course I'm keeping count, Daddy!”

she purred, her tone playful yet sultry.

“After all, I wouldn't want to lose track of all the delicious ways you've claimed me as your own.”

Propping herself up on her elbows, she counted off on her fingers, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“Let's see now... There was that time yesterday whole night, and then again in the morning with my sleeping body. Oh, and who could forget the dining room tryst? And especially when ELI was on the face time that was one of the best!”

Her gaze locked with his, brimming with wanton need.

“And now this - my personal favorite so far.”

Reaching up, she traced the line of his jaw, her touch feather-light.

“But I have a feeling you're just getting started, hmm?”

she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction.

“After all, the night is still young, Daddy. I can't wait to see what other delightful ways you'll find to use me.”

Y/N gently pressed his lips to Lisa's cheeks, his gaze brimming with adoration.

“You're the best, my love,”

he murmured, his voice soft and tender.

Slowly, he eased Lisa back onto the bed, joining her in a warm embrace. Cradling her close, he nuzzled against her neck, his breath tickling her skin.

“I know I already have all of you,”

he purred, his fingers tracing the curve of her thigh.

“But I can't help wanting more. May I have the honour of a thigh fuck, my darling?”

Lisa giggled, her expression radiating pure joy.

“Oh, Daddy, you insatiable thing,”

she teased, playfully swatting his chest.

“As if you don't already own every inch of me. But how can I deny you when you ask so sweetly?”

Shifting her position, she parted her thighs invitingly, her gaze smoldering with desire.

“Take what you will, my love,”

she purred.

“I'm all yours.”

Lisa giggled softly as Y/N's hands roamed over her luscious thighs, his gaze burning with unbridled desire. She arched her back slightly, pressing her thighs together to create a delicious friction against his throbbing shaft.

“Mmm, you really can't get enough of these, can you, Daddy?”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Go on then, worship them all you like. They're yours to enjoy.”

Y/N groaned as he nestled his cock between her silky smooth thighs, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Leaning in, he peppered the tender flesh with filthy kisses and reverent caresses, worshipping every inch of her supple skin.

“So perfect,”

he growled, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm.

“Made just for me, aren't you, baby? I'm going to cover these gorgeous thighs in my cum.”

Lisa's eyes fluttered shut as she reveled in the sensations, her body thrumming with unbridled ecstasy. She knew she was safe, secure in the knowledge that Y/N would take care of her, no matter how depraved their desires became.

After a while of Y/N fucking Lisa’s thighs he announced and told Lisa to get ready for the next round, but Lisa denied, saying she’s tired to which Y/N showed annoyance.

Lisa's laughter rang out, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Why are you annoyed, Daddy?”

she teased, a playful pout forming on her lips.

“Excuse me, but what about my poor body that you've been using since last night?”

Propping herself up on her elbows, she fixed Y/N with a pointed stare.

“I know you're insatiable, but even I need a little break every now and then,”

she chided gently.

“Don't you think I deserve a chance to catch my breath?”

Reaching up, she traced the line of his jaw, her touch feather-light.

“Now, now, let's not get ahead of ourselves, hmm?”

she purred.

“I'm sure we can find a way for you to have your fun without completely wearing me out. After all, I still have plenty more tricks up my sleeve.”

With a coy smile, Lisa settled back against the pillows, her gaze smoldering with barely contained desire.

“So what'll it be, Daddy? How about you let me take the lead this time?”

Lisa giggled mischievously as she straddled Y/N, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“My poor ass is already so sore, Daddy,”

she purred, her voice dripping with feigned innocence.

“But my pussy is aching to be filled again.”

Slowly, she sank down onto his rigid shaft, a soft moan escaping her lips as she was deliciously impaled. Her hips began to rock in a steady, sensual rhythm, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around him.

“There, doesn't this feel so much better?”

she cooed, her hands braced on his chest for leverage.

“Let me take care of you, Daddy. I promise I'll make it worth your while.”

Lisa's movements grew more urgent, her breasts bouncing with each bounce as she rode him with wanton abandon. Her head fell back, exposing the graceful line of her neck as she keened with pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel so good,”

she whimpered, her nails raking down his chest.

Lisa's body moved in perfect sync with Y/N's, their passionate coupling continuing for hours on end. Though her muscles ached and her skin glistened with sweat, she refused to slow her pace, driven by an insatiable need for her lover's touch.

Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her trembling form, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his rigid shaft. Soft moans and breathless whimpers tumbled from her lips as she rode him with wanton abandon, her hips rolling in a steady, sensual rhythm.

Y/N's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as he met each of her motions with renewed vigor. Their bodies were locked in a primal dance, the air thick with the scent of their lovemaking and the sound of their desperate cries.

Lisa's eyes were half-lidded, her expression a captivating mix of bliss and utter exhaustion. Yet, despite her fatigue, she refused to relinquish control, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from their encounter.

As the hours ticked by, their pace only grew more frantic, their need for each other becoming increasingly desperate. Neither was willing to surrender, each driven by a singular goal - to claim the other as their own, to become one in body and spirit.

Exhaustion etched across Lisa's features as she finally collapsed against Y/N's chest, her body trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking. Yet, even in her weary state, a mischievous glint danced in her eyes.

“Dinner, you say?”

she purred, her voice low and sultry.

“Well, I do have a rather specific craving in mind.”

Slowly, she lifted herself up, wincing slightly as Y/N's softening length slipped from her well-used pussy. Licking her lips, she gazed down at him with unbridled desire.

“You see, Daddy,”

she whispered, her fingers trailing down his chest,

“I'm absolutely famished for your... special sauce.”

Without warning, she bent down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Her tongue danced with his, savoring the taste of their mingled essences. Breaking away breathlessly, she fixed him with a sultry stare.

“So what do you say, hmm?”

she murmured, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Shall I have dessert?”

Lisa sank gracefully to her knees, her gaze smoldering with unbridled desire. Wrapping her delicate fingers around Y/N's semi-erect shaft, she began to stroke him with slow, sensual motions.

“Mmm, look at this big, beautiful cock,”

she purred, her voice dripping with lust.

“I can't wait to have it for dessert.”

Leaning in, she pressed a feather-light kiss to the tip, her tongue darting out to tease the sensitive slit. A soft moan escaped her lips as she savored his musky flavor.

“And then, once I've had my fill,”

she continued, her eyes sparkling with mischief,

“I'll make us a nice, hot dinner. But don't think I'm going to let you stop there, Daddy. I want you to keep fucking me while I cook. Can you do that for me?”

Without waiting for a response, she engulfed his length, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm as she lavished him with her skilled ministrations. Her hunger was insatiable, and she was determined to leave no drop of his essence untasted. Her skilful blowjob turned out to be too much for Y/N as he in few minutes came like crazy amount of cum inside Lisa’s throat.

Lisa's eyes twinkled with mischief as she gazed up at Y/N, her mouth still glistening with his spent seed.

“Feel used, do you?”

she teased, a playful pout forming on her lips.

“Excuse me, but what about my poor, abused throat?”

Wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, she let out a melodic laugh.

“You act like I'm the only one enjoying ourselves here,”

she chided gently.

“Need I remind you how much you were moaning and writhing under my touch just moments ago?”

Crawling back onto the bed, she straddled his waist, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across his chest.

“Now, now, let's not be so dramatic, hmm?”

she purred.

“I'm simply taking what's mine. And trust me, Daddy, I plan to savor every last drop.”

Leaning in, she pressed a feather-light kiss to the corner of his mouth, her gaze smoldering with desire.

“So why don't you sit back and let me take care of you, hmm? I'll even make you a nice, hot dinner afterwards. But don't think I'm going to let you stop there...”

Y/N laughed and scooped Lisa up into his strong arms, carrying her swiftly to the kitchen. Gently, he placed her atop the counter, aligning his rigid shaft with her slick entrance. With a hungry growl, he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt as their lips met in a passionate, searing kiss.

Lisa moaned into his mouth, her inner walls fluttering around his thick length. Reaching to the side, she plucked a ripe banana from the fruit basket, breaking it in half. Seductively, she slid one end into her mouth, gazing at Y/N with hooded eyes as she began to suck and lick.

Y/N's hips pistoned relentlessly, his hands gripping Lisa's hips as he chased his own pleasure. Groaning, he captured the other half of the banana between his lips, their tongues tangling as they shared the sweet fruit, their bodies joined in a carnal dance.

The kitchen filled with the sounds of their desperate cries and the slick slide of flesh on flesh. Neither was willing to relent, each determined to wring every last drop of ecstasy from their tryst. And as they neared their shared climax, their passions only continued to burn brighter, hotter, more consuming.

Lisa giggled mischievously, her gaze sparkling with satisfaction.

“Make food? Goodness no, Daddy,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“After gulping down your delicious cum earlier and now getting thoroughly fucked right here in the kitchen, I'm simply not hungry at all.”

Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, she pulled him closer, her hips rocking in sync with his relentless thrusts.

“I have everything I need right here,”

she murmured, her nails raking down his back.

“Your complete, undivided attention is the only sustenance I crave.”

Leaning in, she captured his lips in a searing kiss, her tongue dancing with his as their bodies moved as one. There was no need for anything else - in this moment, they were perfectly, blissfully fulfilled.

With a playful giggle, Lisa wrapped her legs tightly around Y/N's waist as he scooped her up, their bodies still joined. She showered his face with feather-light kisses, her hips rolling in a steady, sensual rhythm as he carried her to the bedroom.

The moment Y/N laid back on the bed, Lisa pounced, straddling his hips with a wanton moan. Her hands braced on his chest, she began to ride him with wild abandon, her movements frantic and primal.

“That's it, Daddy,”

she purred, her voice dripping with lust.

“I'm your crazy bitch in heat. Use me!”

Lisa's head fell back, exposing the graceful line of her neck as she keened with unbridled pleasure. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around his throbbing shaft, milking him for every last drop.

Lisa's phone suddenly sprang to life, the familiar ringtone cutting through the heated haze of their lovemaking. With a frustrated groan, she reluctantly disentangled herself from Y/N's embrace, quickly snatching up his discarded shirt to cover her flushed, naked form.

Hurriedly, she accepted the call, her heart pounding as ELI's face appeared on the screen.

“ELI, darling!”

she chirped, her voice laced with feigned innocence.

“What a surprise! I was just... thinking about you.”

She shot Y/N a sly wink, biting her lip coyly as she settled back against the pillows, the oversized shirt barely concealing her dishevelled state.

“Oh, you know, just relaxing at home. Nothing too exciting.”

Her gaze flickered down to where Y/N's hands were caressing her thighs, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

“But I'm so glad you called. I've been missing you terribly.”

Lisa glanced behind the phone at Y/N, who was mouthing his order for her to start bouncing on his cock.

Lisa shot Y/N a playful, yet stern glare as he mouthed his orders, but she couldn't help the mischievous glint in her eyes. Turning her attention back to the phone, she maintained a natural, relaxed expression.

“Oh, ELI, you have no idea how much I've been missing you,”

she purred, subtly shifting her weight as she straddled Y/N's lap, his throbbing length pressing against her core.

“But I'm doing just fine, really. Just enjoying a little... 'me time,' you know?”

Slowly, she began to rock her hips, grinding against Y/N's cock in a steady, sensual rhythm. Her breath hitched slightly, but she covered it with a soft giggle.

“Though I have to admit, I can't wait for you to come back. There's so much I want to do with you...”

Lisa tried to maintain a calm, collected expression as Y/N began silently teasing her, his hands roaming her body in a way that sent shivers down her spine. She shot him a warning glare, silently pleading with him not to give her away.

Turning her attention back to the phone, she forced a bright smile.

“Oh, ELI, you have no idea how much I've been missing you too,”

she purred, subtly grinding her hips against Y/N's growing arousal.

“But I promise, I'm taking good care of myself while you're away.”

Y/N's fingers danced along the hem of the shirt, slowly inching it higher to expose more of her bare skin. Lisa's breath hitched, but she quickly covered it with a soft giggle.

“Though I can't wait for you to come back. There's so much I want to do with you...”

Her eyes flashed with a silent plea, silently begging Y/N to behave as she kept repeating her sentences in conversation with ELI, her body betraying her with every subtle shift and twitch.

Lisa's eyes widened slightly as she felt Y/N's thick shaft slide into her sensitive pussy, a shudder of pleasure rippling through her body. She fought to maintain a calm, composed expression as ELI asked about her dinner.

“Dinner? Oh, um, yes, of course!”

she replied, her voice wavering slightly as Y/N began to thrust into her.

“I, uh, I haven't had a chance to make anything yet, but I was just about to start.”

She shot Y/N a pointed glare, silently pleading with him to take it easy, even as her inner walls clenched around his invading length.

Lisa's eyes fluttered, her expression momentarily betraying the intense pleasure coursing through her body. Biting her lip, she mouthed the words 'Fuck me harder' to Y/N, her hips rolling in time with his punishing thrusts.

Turning her attention back to the phone, she forced a breathless smile.

“Sorry, ELI, I, uh, I guess I got a little distracted there for a moment,”

she said, her voice laced with barely-contained arousal.

“But I promise, I'll have something ready for dinner soon. I just... I need to take care of a few things first.”

Her gaze flickered down to where Y/N was buried inside her, a silent plea in her eyes. She was walking a tightrope, desperate to keep up the charade while surrendering to the exquisite sensations he was eliciting.

Lisa's breath hitched as Y/N's thrusts struck her most sensitive spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She fought to maintain a calm, composed expression, but her eyes betrayed the intense arousal building within her.

“Oh, that's just the TV, ELI,”

she said, her voice strained with the effort of keeping it steady.

“You know how loud it can get sometimes.”

Subtly, she rolled her hips, grinding against Y/N's rigid shaft, a soft moan threatening to escape her lips. Her gaze flickered down to where they were joined, a silent plea in her eyes as she silently mouthed the words 'Don't stop.'

ELI's frown deepened, but Lisa quickly shifted the conversation, determined to keep up the charade.

“Anyway, how's your day been, darling? I miss you so much and can't wait for you to come back home.”

As Lisa continued her conversation with ELI, she suddenly felt Y/N's hot seed flooding her womb, filling her up completely. A shudder of pure bliss rippled through her body, and she had to fight to keep her composure.

“Yes, finally,”

she thought to herself, a euphoric smile playing on her lips.

“Y/N's cum, right inside my pussy, and ELI is none the wiser.”

Lisa's inner walls clenched rhythmically, milking every last drop from Y/N's throbbing shaft. She was overjoyed, her body thrumming with a sense of fulfilment and satisfaction. In this moment, she had everything she craved - the attention of her beloved, and the hot, thick essence of her secret lover coating her insides.

Forcing a bright smile, Lisa continued her conversation with ELI, her mind racing with the delicious secret she now harboured. She had gotten exactly what she wanted, and she couldn't wait to savor every last drop.

On the call

Lisa's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she turned her attention back to ELI.

“Oh, it's nothing, darling,”

she purred, her voice laced with feigned innocence.

“I was just watching this movie, and the, um, the guy in it...”

She paused, glancing coyly towards Y/N as she mouthed the words 'filled me up.'

Biting her lip, she refocused on the screen, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“Well, let's just say he did something that made me very, very happy.”

She giggled softly, her gaze flickering down to where Y/N's essence still coated her inner walls.

ELI's brow furrowed in confusion, but Lisa quickly shifted the conversation, determined to keep up the charade.

“Anyway, how's your day been, darling? I miss you so much and can't wait for you to come back home.”

Lisa's body trembled as Y/N continued his relentless thrusting, his thick shaft plunging into her already cum-filled depths. She fought to maintain her composure, shooting ELI a sheepish smile.

“Oh, I'm just feeling a little cold, that's all,”

she lied, her voice wavering slightly.

“The air conditioning must be on too high or something.”

Subtly, she rolled her hips, grinding against Y/N's rigid length, a soft moan threatening to escape her lips. Her gaze flickered down to where they were joined, a silent plea in her eyes as she silently mouthed the words 'Don't stop.'

Lisa's eyes flickered with growing frustration as ELI continued to prattle on about his day. She shifted uncomfortably, Y/N's relentless thrusts sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Forcing a bright smile, she gently interrupted.

“ELI, darling, I'm so sorry, but I really should get going. I have a few things I need to take care of before dinner.”

She bit her lip coyly.

“You know how it is - gotta keep this place looking nice for when you get back, hmm?”

ELI's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of suspicion in his gaze.

“Are you sure everything's alright, Lisa? You seem a bit... distracted.”

Lisa let out a soft, airy laugh.

“Of course, of course! I'm just excited to have the house all to myself for a little while, that's all.”

She winked playfully.

“But I promise I'll call you later, okay? Love you, ELI!”

Without waiting for a response, she quickly ended the call, tossing the phone aside as she surrendered to the relentless pleasure Y/N was coaxing from her body.

Lisa's eyes gleamed with unbridled desire as she tossed the phone aside, immediately capturing Y/N's lips in a deep, searing kiss. Her tongue danced with his in a sensual tango, her movements bold and commanding. She savored every ounce of his taste, reveling in the feeling of his essence coating her inner walls.

As the kiss broke, Lisa let out a euphoric cry.

“Thank you, Y/N! Thank you for this beautiful gift - for filling me up with your cum!”

Her hips rolled in a steady, sensual rhythm, milking every last drop from his spent shaft.

Collapsing against his chest, Lisa's body trembled with pure bliss. She had gotten exactly what she craved - the undivided attention and carnal fulfillment from her secret lover, all while maintaining the facade with her unsuspecting boyfriend. In this moment, she was completely and utterly satisfied.

Y/N's fingers tangled in Lisa's hair as he gazed down at her, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

“Are you happy now, my dear?”

he purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

“The 7 days of torment are finally at an end. You're filled to the brim with my seed, just as you've craved.”

Lisa's eyes shone with unbridled joy as she nuzzled into his touch, her body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter.

“Oh, Y/N, I'm overjoyed!”

she breathed, her voice thick with emotion.

“I've ached for this moment, to feel you pulsing inside me, claiming me as your own. The wait was pure agony, but now...”

She pressed a searing kiss to his lips, her hips rolling in a steady, sensual rhythm.

“Now, I'm complete.”

Y/N chuckled softly, pressing a tender kiss to Lisa's forehead.

“Then are you ready for another round, my dear?”

he murmured, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“God knows what number it is at this point.”

Lisa's eyes sparkled with renewed desire as she gazed up at him, her fingers tracing the contours of his chest.

“Mmm, I'm more than ready, Y/N,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“I can never get enough of you. Fill me up again, make me yours once more.”

Shifting her weight, she slowly sank back down onto his throbbing length, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Her hips began to move in a steady, sensual rhythm, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around him.

“I want to feel you explode inside me, over and over again,”

she breathed, her nails raking down his back.

“I need you, Y/N. I need your cum.”

The night stretched on, filled with Lisa's desperate cries of pleasure as Y/N took her in every way imaginable. He pinned her against the wall, hoisting her legs around his waist as he pounded into her relentlessly, her inner walls clenching around his throbbing shaft. Then he flipped her onto her hands and knees, gripping her hips as he drove into her from behind, eliciting a chorus of wanton moans.

Again and again, Y/N filled Lisa's womb with his seed, coating her insides until she was completely, utterly spent. But still, she begged for more, her body thrumming with insatiable desire. They christened every surface of the room, their passionate cries echoing through the air as they indulged in their carnal hunger. She had been bred, claimed, and utterly ravished - and she wouldn't have it any other way.

As the night wore on, Lisa's body was wracked with wave after wave of earth-shattering orgasms. Y/N's relentless, primal thrusts filled her womb time and time again, coating her insides with his potent seed. By the time the first hints of dawn began to peek through the windows, Lisa was utterly spent, her voice hoarse from the chorus of wanton cries that had escaped her lips.

Collapsing against Y/N's chest, Lisa could barely muster the strength to whisper a soft

“Goodnight”

before succumbing to the blissful embrace of sleep. But even as her eyes fluttered shut, Y/N's hunger remained unquenched. With a low, guttural growl, he began to thrust into her sleeping form, determined to claim her body once more before the night was through.

Lisa's eyes flew open as she felt the hot, thick sensation of Y/N's release flooding her sensitive depths. A shudder of pure bliss rippled through her body as she slowly came to, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his throbbing shaft.

“Mmm, good morning, my love,”

Y/N purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

“I couldn't resist having one more taste of you before you woke.”

Lisa let out a soft, contented sigh, nuzzling into his embrace.

“Mmm, what a way to start the day,”

she murmured, her voice thick with sleep and lingering arousal.

“You always know how to make me feel so... complete.”

Shifting her weight, she slowly lifted herself off of his softening length, a soft whimper escaping her as she felt his essence dripping down her thighs. Pressing a tender kiss to his lips, she gazed at him with adoration.

“I'm all yours, Y/N. Every inch of me.”

Lisa's eyes widened in a mix of shock and arousal as Y/N's words registered. She let out a soft gasp as he began gently rocking his hips, filling her once more.

“F-four hours?”

she breathed, her voice thick with a combination of disbelief and growing desire.

“You've been... taking me, even while I slept?”

A shiver of excitement ran down her spine at the thought. She knew she should be scandalized, perhaps even angry, but the idea of Y/N using her body so thoroughly, so possessively, only served to stoke the flames of her lust.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lisa pulled him closer, her nails raking down his back.

“You're insatiable, you know that?”

she purred, her eyes smoldering with unbridled hunger.

“But I love it. I love how you can't get enough of me.”

Her hips rolled in a steady, sensual rhythm, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. In this moment, she belonged to him completely - body, mind, and soul.

Y/N gave a few more powerful thrusts, his hips snapping forward as he released a torrent of hot, thick cum straight into Lisa's waiting womb. As his orgasm subsided, Lisa pouted her lips in an exaggerated pout.

“Daddy, I wanted my breakfast in my throat, not just my belly!”

she whined, though her tone was playful rather than truly angry.

“Not that I'm complaining about getting my womb filled, of course. But I want your cum gliding down my throat next time, okay?”

Reaching up, she traced the line of his jaw, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I need to taste every last drop of you, Daddy. So don't hold back next time, hmm?”

Y/N yanked Lisa's head forward, forcing his throbbing shaft deep into her throat. She gagged reflexively as his hot seed flooded her mouth, the sheer volume of it threatening to overwhelm her. Yet, even as tears sprang to her eyes, she fought to swallow every last drop, desperate to please her domineering lover.

Y/N's laughter echoed through the room as he watched her struggle.

“You asked for it, my dear,”

he taunted, his grip on her hair tightening.

“Now you'll have to endure it.”

Lisa's eyes flashed with a mix of defiance and arousal. She had wanted this, craved it, and she refused to back down now. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked him dry, her tongue swirling around his sensitive flesh as she milked every last drop from his throbbing shaft.

With that ELI’s debt got cleared.

After the 7-day ordeal with Y/N came to an end, Lisa returned to her home and resumed her life with ELI. On the surface, everything appeared normal - they continued their sweet, loving relationship, and Lisa seemed content. However, the domination and pleasure she had experienced with Y/N had left an indelible mark on her psyche.

Try as she might, Lisa found that she could no longer achieve the same level of fulfillment with ELI. His gentle caresses and tender lovemaking, while still enjoyable, simply could not compare to the raw, primal hunger she had tasted with Y/N. Her body craved the intensity, the degradation, the sheer carnal satisfaction that only her secret lover could provide.

And so, every weekend, Lisa would find herself slipping away, making excuses to visit Y/N. In his embrace, she would finally find the release she so desperately needed, her body trembling with ecstasy as he claimed her over and over again. Only then, with Y/N's essence coating her most intimate places, could Lisa truly find the peace and fulfillment she craved.

ELI remained blissfully unaware of his girlfriend's secret trysts, his trust in her unwavering. Little did he know that Lisa's heart and body belonged to another - a man who had awakened a hunger within her that could never truly be sated.

( With this the debt series is over. I wish you all liked it and loved it :) )

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wyvernest · 1 year ago

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bright red lust

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!trophy wife! reader

warnings: smut, car limo sex, misogynistic undertones (reader feels good about being a trophy wife), pda, teasing, dryhumping, unprotected sex, creampie, cowgirl

summary: you attend a gala with miguel and tease him until he finally gets you to himself in his limo

translation: "que rico" = 'how nice'

Any woman’s dream is to be his wife. For his rank, his money, his reputation, his everything. And it feels so good to know that he's so desired.

Because you’re at his side, not them. It’s you whom he spends his money on. It’s you whom he buys all the exquisite dresses and gowns for, all the best things you could ever want or need. It’s you whom he makes love to after a tiring day. Or after you wake up. Or anytime, for that matter.

You’re irreplaceable, but at the same time at his disposal. You don’t see it as a price paid but rather as a bonus. You’ve never been pampered so good before, loved so good, fucked so good.

So that’s why, whenever he has a new gala or special event to attend, you let him pick your dress out of all the various selections you spend so much time on finding.

“Too long.” he dismisses, vision darting from your mauve-satin covered legs to your face. He’s manspreading on the king size bed of your presidential hotel room, hair dishevelled and half lidded eyes sleepy, relaxed.

“You’re so picky today. I only got a few more!” You giggle with a faux offended expression. Behind the façade of worry that he won’t be satisfied with any of the looks, you secretly love these little fashion runaway sessions, feeling like his own personal top model, trying out different outfits for him. If you weren’t in a hurry, you wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to sit on his lap and accidentally grind your ass on his crotch when you got up as part of the little show.

“Mm.” He hums, seemingly unaffected by your playful frustration. He knows you love it when he acts so pretentious and superior, but he loves you, and he loves the enthusiasm with which you show him everything. “Next, bebita. This one’s sombre.”

After a few minutes and struggles, you manage to pull on the pièce de résistance; a bright, blood-red skin tight satin dress. Miguel’s eyes widen at the sight of you, brows raised in silent approval and admiration. The length isn’t a problem this time, your beautiful legs and thighs peeking out with every step through the long slit on the right. The fabric is wrapped so deliciously around your breasts, slightly pushing them up together, plump and tantalising.

"Maybe this one's a bit too much? I-"

"Do a 360." His eyes lit up, attentive and pleased. You twirl, making sure to slightly stick your ass out, checking yourself out in a full body mirror nearby.

"Me gusta." He gets up from the bed, gripping your waist to place a needy kiss on your cheek, before placing his lips on your own. You take his face in your hands, melting into his embrace. “This is the one.” His deep, low whisper sends shivers up your spine, your brain short circuiting. Who are you to say no to him? To those pretty, dark brown, red-tinted eyes?

"I'm gonna go get ready now. Thank you, papi." You turn around, yelping as he doesn't miss the opportunity to smack your ass as you do, smirking to himself.

When you finally arrive at the gala, you get out of your limo and start flaunting your exquisite dress, proud and flashing. You feel Miguel instantly cling to you, a secure, strong hand on your waist, its touch fervent and possessive.

He doesn’t fail to notice all the other spiders gawk at you, turning their heads too sharply just to catch a glimpse of his beautiful wife. All the lingering looks, the whispered words of admiration, all for you. The hand on the dip of your waist tenses, both in immeasurable pride and a hint of stinging jealousy. But it felt amazing.

All the comments, the remarks.

“Can’t believe he pulled such a pretty thing.”

“Imagine coming home at the end of the day to her.”

“Maybe being the leader of Spider-Society has its perks.”

They thought he wouldn’t ever hear them, but his enhanced senses have little to no limits. He feels his pants slightly tighten at the thought that so many other men want you. And yet, it’s his cock that you beg for, late at night.

And you’re aware of this weakness of his. You know that showing everyone that you’re his gets him hard in no time. And as the brat you are, you can’t help it. Especially not when all eyes are on you two. Not when the paparazzi’s come in.

You run a cursory hand from his chest to his abdomen, arching your back, pretty figure on display for the pictures. Bolder. Your hand finds his cheek, his jaw, your eyes never leaving him. You enjoy feeling like an accessory, something that accentuates him, his masculinity. Something that belongs to him.

No other man has ever made you feel this way.

You gesture to him to lean down, your heels still not enough for you to be able to reach his face without his aid. He does, and you place a tantalising peck on his cheek, light enough so that your bright lipstick doesn’t transfer.

Feeling him stiffen, unsure of your teasing, you decide to risk it and lean your face down to the crook of his neck.

Hundreds of photographs flash as you kiss his neck, your soft lips lingering just a second too late, only for a red print to remain plastered on his skin, for everyone to see.

He turns to you with an expression worth a thousand words. You know that face all too well.

As soon as you get back in the limo following the after-party, you wave good-bye to all your acquaintances and friends. The driver takes a turn and exits the flash-lit area.

Turning to look at Miguel, any conversation or small talk on the event you just attended gets smushed into a heated kiss you both longed for, his hands on your hips, pulling you into him on the back seat, your arms thrown over his shoulders.

When he grabs your thigh, you waste no time in lifting your leg over his waist, straddling him without breaking away from the kiss.

His warm hands slide underneath the red satin, grabbing at the globes of your ass greedily. You start grinding on him, your damp panties rubbing onto his erection in his pants.

Your breasts nearly pop out of your dress during the hazy make out session, and he parts from your lips to start kissing down your neck, stealing a glance down at them. Throwing your head back, your body turns into putty in his strong arms. He licks and kisses at the delicate skin of the tops of your tits, slowly and reflexively grinding up into your heat.

You moan his name, your breathing getting heavy.

He knows that having you in risky places only makes you even wetter for him, and he can't get enough.

"Ah! Oh- Miguel!" You whimper as a heavy hand smacks your ass, making you jerk forward into him, your tender body smushed against him so perfectly.

"Here? Are you sur-"

"Here, yes." Hot, shallow breaths fan your neck as he speaks in between kisses and gentle bites. "Can't wait any longer."

Your hands fumble with his belt and he quickly rips your panties at the seam, making a hole over your slit. Panting and rushing, you pull his hard, meaty cock out and align it with your dripping cunt. You feel him slip into you, nice and slow, filling you up with the familiar euphoria you have craved so ardently for the whole night.

He groans as he enters you, wet, warm and tight. Just when you were getting adjusted to his size, the limo goes over a speed bump and his cock thrusts up into you with the turbulence, its bulbous tip kissing your cervix.

You feel him deep in your guts, and as you begin riding him, he starts to buck his hips up into you, making you see stars.

"Que rico", he pants out, whispered, "having a pretty thing like you all over me." He

Keeping the thrusts quick and shallow, so as not to make your shenanigans too obvious, you bounce yourself on his cock; at first for his pleasure alone. Seeing him drowned in ecstasy will eventually being you your own pleasure as well.

All until he brings a hand to your swollen clit, rubbing furiously, throwing you over the edge in mere seconds. You come all over his dick, eyes rolling back, his name falling off you tongue in a strangled moan, sweet music to his ears.

He feels your pussy pulsate oh so deliciously around his cock, and it doesn't take him much longer to also release his load in your velvet walls, painting your insides white, claiming you as his.

As soon as he comes down, catching his breath, he smothers you with another fierce kiss, groaning into your mouth as you stir with his still sensitive cock inside you.

"We should do this again sometime, Mr. O'Hara." You tease, your lips straying away to nibble at his pulse point.

"Oh, we will, bebita."

divider by @cafekitsune as always

a/n: finally wrote this 7 mesozoic eras after it was requested sorry man

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obscure-imagines · 1 year ago

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wet dreams - Zoro

🍃staring. Zoro Roronoa x afab!Reader

⚔️ preview. The swordsman feels like a teenager again. His body has never reacted like this to anyone, not even close. It's been years since he had wet dreams, and now they're coming in, hot, heavy, and nearly nightly.

tw/cw. unprotected sex, wet dreams, hand job, blow job, dirty talk, praise, exhibitionism (sex outside in the Crowsnest), cum play/swallowing, fingering, mutual masturbation, multiple reader orgasms, big dick zoro, fingering, overstim, mutual orgasm, etc… I pet names: (hers) angel.

🔫 rating. 18+ explicit I SMUT I wc. 3.7k

⚔️ aus. One Piece Live Action, pwp, acquaintances to lovers, etc…

🍀 mlist + an. I showed Sanji and Mihawk some love so I figured I might as well adore my big three and make it a full set with Zoro.

Zoro is exhausted. His body feels heavy as he lumbers around the ship, his footfalls a little too loud on the wooden deck. His eyes are practically shutting on their own, but he resists the need to nap.

He's been having problems lately... when he sleeps.

While he's able to keep himself mostly in check around you during his waking hours, his mind - and body - have been betraying him in dreamland.

He's woken up five nights this week with the soft sounds of your moans etched into his memory and his pants ruined with the sticky truth about his feelings for you.

Naps had once been a time of rest, but Zoro has been anything but restful since Luffy convinced you to join the crew two weeks ago.

Zoro hates feeling like he's not in control. He hates the way you seem so real in his mind's eye, only for him to wake up and watch you acting completely indifferently toward him- as if he didn't just watch you go down on his cock in explicit detail- as if he didn't just try to fuck you so hard you couldn't even walk-

Being around you is something like torture. His tongue gets tied, his heart races, and he's unable to hold a conversation with you about anything unrelated to piracy... and even then, he stumbles over his words and gets frustrated with himself.

You're just too beautiful.

The swordsman feels like a teenager again. His body has never reacted like this to anyone, not even close. It's been years since he had wet dreams, and now they're coming in, hot, heavy, and nearly nightly.

He does his best to be the last to go to bed, out of fear that someone will walk in while he's sleeping and hear his problem, hell, he wouldn't be shocked if they could even see it.

It's not even midday and Zoro feels like death. It doesn't help that it's hot out. The wind feels practically nonexistent. Everything is stale, sweaty, and full of tension. Even Sanji, who usually dresses in formalwear, has stripped himself of his button-up, opting for an undershirt instead.

Then there's you. Your shorts don't leave much to the imagination, and Zoro has to tear his gaze off of you every time you get within his line of sight. His cock is practically throbbing in his pants anytime you're nearby- anytime your soft scent lingers in the air when you walk past.

"You look like shit."

Zoro sighs at Sanji's words, refusing to look at the chef who's come to lean on the rail next to him, staring out at the sea.

"I mean it. And I'm not trying to be a dick, but seriously moss head, you look like you need some rest," Sanji presses on. "When was the last time you had one of your famous Roronoa naps?"

"I wasn't aware they were famous," Zoro sighs, this conversation is making him even more tired.

"We all know you get a little scratchy without your beauty sleep," Sanji smirks. "Go on, get some rest. It's a shit day, and it will be even more shit if you're in a bad mood. I'll wake you up for dinner."

Usually, Zoro wouldn't do anything Sanji suggests, he wouldn't even entertain it- but the idea of a nap is having a visceral effect on him. He's reminded of the exhaustion that's overtaken him, and the harsh sun is only making things worse.

Zoro lets out a deep breath. "I guess I could use a little shut-eye."

You let out a loud whimper as Zoro drags his tongue across your neck, holding you close on the deck of the ship. Above, the stars are twinkling, but to the swordsman, all that matters is you. He can hardly see anything else, his mind completely blank except for the feeling of your hand stroking his cock.

"I need more," you tell him, applying just the right amount of pressure.

He's tried dissuading you from sucking his cock, but you're absolutely insatiable for him. Stroking isn't enough, and the promise of filling you up all nice and snug doesn't satisfy you either- no, you want him in your mouth, and you're very verbal about it.

Who is Zoro to deny you?

With a sigh, he agrees, and you sink to your knees immediately.

God, you look beautiful like this.

Your thumb strokes the head of his cock, rubbing through precum as you bring your mouth closer.

You're always a bit of a tease, licking at him gently, pumping his shaft. Zoro can't help but release a small groan, eyes fixed on you, waiting.

When you finally take him into your mouth, Zoro moans, his head lolling back as he enjoys the feeling.

"That's it, angel," he tells you, reaching down to grab at your head, helping you find a rhythm. "Just like that."

You take him so deep, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat much too easily. The feeling of you choking around him has Zoro's abdomen clenching, and a familiar sensation is growing in his balls-

It's as if you can read his mind, your hand snaking up to massage his most sensitive area while you continue practically gagging yourself on his cock.

The sound is absolutely obscene, and Zoro's never heard anything so pretty.

"If you keep sucking like that, I'm going to cum," he warns you, wanting to hold out to finish in your perfect, needy little cunt-

The way you suck on him even harder makes Zoro think you want him to cum. You want him to release down your throat, want to swallow him up like the good girl you are.

Again, who is Zoro to deny you?

"Fuck, angel," he groans, orgasm rising even faster. "You're always so good for me."

You whimper loudly around his cock, stroking your tongue along the vein that runs the underside of his length while squeezing his balls, and that's all it takes for him to cum.

He lets out a grunt as he shoots his load down your awaiting throat, his brows knitted together in concentration and something close to overstimulation. He whispers your name, over and over like a mantra while you suck him dry, eager for every single drop he can give- you're his greedy little angel, and he loves you with every fiber of his being.

You pull off of him when he's done, staring up at him with eyes that reflect the stars above. Then, you stick out your tongue, proving to him that you'd swallowed all he had to give.

Zoro can't help but reach for you, lifting you back onto your feet so he can grab your face and press his lips against yours eagerly.

He treasures the moments you're in his arms, and there's something so satisfying about the salty taste on your tongue-

"Dinner!"

Zoro sits up so fast he nearly falls out of his hammock. His heart is thundering in his chest, and when his eyes quickly dart to the door, he sees that Sanji hadn't bothered to enter, only called out a word of warning.

Swallowing thickly, Zoro looks down at his pants. He can feel his cum, hot and sticky against his skin, his half-chubbed length angrily confined by pants.

Zoro's not sure who's more upset about being woken up from his dream, himself, or his cock.

Luffy has already gone through half the food by the time Zoro saunters into the dining area. The swordsman's eyes are downcast while he takes a seat next to the captain, and you're kind of glad for that- you want to watch him, but you doubt you'd be able to make eye contact with him right now.

Your skin tingles with the forbidden knowledge that you now have. Your mind keeps replaying the scene you'd walked in on not half an hour ago; Zoro, asleep, his brows knitted together, your name on his lips.

You hadn't stayed long upon finding him in that state, your skin too hot with the realization of what you'd just witnessed, and now, that fevered sensation returns.

You've always had a bit of a crush on Zoro, but you'd never in your wildest dreams imagined that it could be returned. Out of everyone on the ship, Zoro interacts with you the least. He practically avoids you, and you've just spent two weeks thinking he doesn't even like you-

No, this changes everything.

The man with green hair lifts his gaze, and your eyes meet momentarily, only for you to look away, skin flaring again. Your heart is practically beating out of your ribcage, and you can feel your panties sticking uncomfortably to your core.

You'll have to do something about this. You're not sure what- but... you definitely can't go much longer with this kind of unresolved tension. One dinner with a dripping pussy is enough.

You decide you'll have to confront Zoro, and something tells you that you'll thank God for doing so.

Once everyone is asleep, you slowly tiptoe out of the sleeping quarters. Zoro has been staying up late, keeping watch in the Crowsnest, and you feel like that's a perfect place to talk with him. There's no way he can escape... unless he jumps into the ocean and risks his life- but you don't think it will come to that... or at least, you hope it doesn't.

Carefully climbing the ladder, you think of all the things you can say to him. You're not sure where to even begin, and as you make it to the top, poking your head through the manhole to stare at Zoro's broad shoulders, all the words you'd planned slip your mind.

He hasn't noticed you yet, and it takes closing the ladder cover for him to finally hear you, whipping around with his hand reaching for one of his blades.

Zoro freezes. You both do.

Then his hand drops to his side. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought..." you bite at your lip, "I thought you might want some company."

He gives you a quick once over, then turns to look out at the sea again. "I'm good."

"Why do you act like you hate me so much?" you sigh, ignoring his dismissal and moving to join him.

"I don't act like I hate you."

"You hardly talk to me."

"I'm not a big talker."

You let out another exasperated sigh. There's some truth in what he's just said. "Then I'll talk."

"Go ahead."

Staring out at the sea, you're once again at a loss for what to say. After a few moments of silence, you decide to just... put it all on the table. "I walked in while you were napping earlier."

Zoro goes rigid next to you.

"What were you dreaming about?"

He's quiet, then he turns to look at you. "Sword fighting."

"I didn't think you'd actually lie to me," you frown.

"Who says I'm lying?"

"I just- I don't think sword fighting would lead to you moaning my name over and over."

Zoro looks out at the sea again. "You must think I'm some kind of pervert."

"Trust me, I don't," you assure him. "I'm kind of curious about what we were doing in your dream."

He sneaks a glance at you, and there's a hint of a smile that curls onto his pretty lips. "Yeah?"

You nod. "Maybe... maybe I've been having 'sword fighting' dreams too. We could... compare notes, or something."

Zoro lets out a laugh, shaking his head. The chuckle dies down into a groan. "Fuck." He grips the railing tighter, taking a deep breath. "You really wanna know what we were doing in my dream?"

"Yes, please."

The swordsman turns to face you, crossing his arms over his chest. "You were down on your knees, sucking the fucking soul out of my cock."

If your panties hadn't been ruined at dinner, they're definitely ruined now. "I was?"

"Uh huh. You were begging for it. Begging for every last drop."

Your mouth practically waters at the idea. "And did you give it to me?"

"Of course I did," he says softly, scanning your face. "How could I not?"

"Should we..." Your skin heats at the words about to come out of your mouth, "Can we make that dream real?"

Zoro sucks in a shaky breath. "I think I have a better idea."

"A better idea than me sucking your cock?" You're shocked.

"You're always so good to me in my dreams, maybe I want to be good to you."

Your pussy throbs at the insinuation of what he's saying. Most men would jump at the chance to have your mouth around them, but it looks like tonight, the swordsman wants to be the one pleasuring you-

He's just like the Zoro from your wet dreams, and you have a suspicion that when it gets down to it, he'll be even better.

You can't help yourself any longer, you practically launch your body at him, throwing your arms around his strong shoulders while his hands catch you. Your lips meet as if it's the most natural thing in the world, a soft groan escaping him when you swipe your tongue across his mouth, already eager for entrance.

The kiss deepens, and his hands grip you tighter, pulling you flush to his chest. It feels absolutely insane to be actually doing this in your waking hours- nothing your mind could conjure up compares to the real Zoro-

You can feel his cock already pressing against your hip and it makes you whine loudly, shoving your hand between your bodies to cup him through his pants. He's as big as you imagined he would be, and your pussy flutters with interest.

"Zoro-" you whimper, already needing more.

You've been waiting too long for this, for him-

He groans. "Say that again."

One of his hands joins yours between your bodies, but his slips under the waistband of your shorts, deft fingers rubbing you through your panties.

"Fuck, angel, you're already soaked-"

"Zoro!" you moan, louder this time.

"Tell me you want my fingers."

"God, I need them," you gasp when he leans in, pressing kisses and tracing his tongue along your throat. "I need you inside of me- any of you, I just- I need you!"

"Good girl," he says smoothly, pushing your panties to the side.

His fingers make contact with your dripping cunt, and he teases your pussy lips, just dipping inside enough to coat his skin before he circles your clit.

You cry out, squeezing his cock harder-

"Enough of that," Zoro practically slaps your hand away from him. "Tonight is about you. Let it be about you."

"Fuck, you're too nice to me-"

"Trust me, you deserve it." His fingers sink into your pussy and you moan loudly, leaning forward to begin peppering his own throat in kisses. You thread your fingers through his hair, keeping him close as he begins pumping his digits in and out of your wet core.

You can already hear yourself- the sick squelching of your pussy as he works you open. His palm rubs against your clit, creating a delightful pressure that has your legs shaking and your toes curling.

"You sound so pretty."

Who knew he'd be such a sweet talker.

In the exhibitionistic privacy of the Crowsnest, with the crew sleeping soundly below, Zoro is showing you his true colors, and you couldn't be happier.

No one has touched you like this in too long- but then again, has anyone ever actually touched you like this?

You can't believe how close you already are to cumming. Your skin tingles and you moan louder against his neck, moving your mouth up to suckle on his earlobe.

Zoro groans, and the sound goes straight to your aching core.

"Close already?"

All you can manage is a nod, your eyes closing as you focus on the pleasure of his fingers pumping into your wet hole. "Please-"

"You can cum for me," he tells you. "I wanna hear it."

You can hardly even stand on your own. If it weren't for his strong form, steady under your grip, you're sure you'd be falling. His free palm is on the small of your back, keeping you snug to his front while his fingers work you closer and closer-

"Zoro," you whimper again, feeling tears in your eyes from how tight the coil in your stomach has grown.

"Be a good girl and let go for me. Come on, I know you can do it."

You let out a strangled half sob as your high slams into you. Your entire body tingles with electric energy as your core clamps onto his fingers, which continue inside of you, working you through your orgasm. You shake against him, digging your nails into his shoulders while you whimper and moan, lips pressed to his throat.

"That's it," he praises you, a steady guide through one of the most intense orgasms of your life.

You nearly black out, only for his fingers to slow inside of you, drawing you back into your body. Zoro removes his hand from your pants, and you listen to him suck his digits clean, letting out a small groan at your taste.

"Can I lay you down?" he asks next, tone gentle.

You nod, unable to speak. Zoro softly helps you onto the wooden floor of the small Crowsnest, staring at you with dark eyes that seem to sparkle in the moonlight.

He slowly undresses you, watching as you lift your hips to help him remove your shorts. Your shirt and bra are next, and he's careful to set them nearby before removing his own clothing.

"You still want to do this?" he asks.

"There's nothing I want more."

Once he's naked, Zoro gets between your thighs, holding himself over you while you wrap your legs around his hips. You grab at his shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss.

His hard cock is too enticing for you not to touch, and soon, you're gripping it while your tongues battle. His moans are music to your ears, and you swipe your thumb over the head of his length to smear his skin with precum.

"You know-" he swallows thickly. "After today, after watching you cum on my fingers, I might not last that long."

"That's okay, I won't last long either." Your pussy is already aching for him again, and from the way his cock twitches in your hand, you know he's as into this as you are. "Just fuck me Zoro, please."

He kisses you deeply, allowing you to guide him to your wet hole.

He's big, but you're soaked, and slipping into you is much too easy. He sinks all the way in, his hips flush to yours when he bottoms out. You moan into each other's mouths, and you grab his face, wanting to keep his lips on yours as he begins to thrust into you.

"Fuck, Zoro, it's so good-" you whimper, pussy clenching tightly around him to earn another sound of appreciation.

"Angel, you're fucking perfect," he agrees, pace already quickening.

The sound of skin on skin fills the night air. You open your eyes, looking up at the moon and stars. It feels natural to be with him like this, under the watchful eye of the heavens-

Your nails dig into his shoulders when his hand adjusts your thigh on his hip. He drives deeper into your wet hole, and each thrust has your head spinning.

You can feel him everywhere, and it's the first time you've ever really felt full, complete.

"Zoro," you whisper, gaining his attention as you draw his lips back to your own.

You get lost in him. His cock is filling you perfectly, and his lips feel like they were made to be on your own.

That familiar tightening in your lower abdomen builds much too fast, and each thrust has Zoro grunting and moaning even louder-

"Fuck, angel, I'm close-"

"Me too," you assure him, pressing your forehead to his own and staring into his eyes. "You'll cum with me, right?"

He can only nod as you slip your hand between your bodies, fingers rubbing your sensitive clit-

Your core tightens even more around his thick length and Zoro lets out a deep moan-

"Shit," he mutters, "where should I cum?"

"Inside," you insist. "Cum inside, I'm on birth control, please, I want it, I need it-"

Zoro's hand balls into a fist on the wooden plank by your head, and he groans. "Can't wait-"

"Me neither," you whisper, eyes closing as the feeling ravages your body, "Cumming-"

Zoro buries his face against your throat as you both reach your highs. You can feel him painting your inner walls, making you even more full than you already are with his cock- it's the most delightful feeling.

Your toes curl as he fucks you through it all, his pace even harder than before, if not a bit erratic. The sounds he's making will be something you never forget, and you cling to him like a lifeline, tracing his muscular shoulders and gasping-

It's as if your orgasm lasts ages, and when Zoro's motions finally begin to slow, it's hard to even catch your breath.

He begins to press kisses along your throat again, working his way to your ear, and then your mouth.

You can't help but grin into each soft press of his lips against your own.

"You look happy," he muses.

"That's because I am. Are you happy?"

"Very."

Your smile widens. "So we're done not talking and pretending to be indifferent to each other, right?"

"Completely done."

"Good, because I don't think I could go back to that."

"Me neither," he admits.

"I like you a lot."

Zoro presses another soft kiss to your lips, his pretty eyes twinkling with emotion in a way you've never seen from the swordsman. "I like you too."

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sadnymi · 10 months ago

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「 ✦ Slytherin Boys' Reaction to Another Boy asking you to the yule ball : ✦ 」

[Mattheo Riddle / theodore Nott / lorenzo berkshire]

Mattheo Riddle :

Mattheo had been waiting for the right moment to ask you to the Yule Ball, rehearsing his words and planning the perfect approach. However, his plans were dashed when he heard that someone else had beaten him to it. Frustration and possessiveness surged through him, but he decided to take a mischievous yet playful approach to address the situation.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Mattheo orchestrated a playful kidnapping of the boy who had asked you to the Yule Ball before him. Confronting the boy, Mattheo made his feelings clear.

"So, I hear you've asked her to the Yule Ball. A bold move, I'll give you that," Mattheo started, his voice carrying a warning tone. "But let me make something very clear to you. She's not yours to take. She's mine. You've stepped into a game you don't understand, and trust me, you don't want to be on the losing side."

The boy, startled by the sudden turn of events, stammered out an explanation, but his gaze remained firm.

he spotted you across the ballroom, and with a contrite expression, he approached you, a single red rose in his hand.

"I'm sorry. I should have asked you to the ball first. You deserve better than the way I handled things," he admitted, his eyes filled with regret.

You smiled softly, accepting the rose. "If you had asked me first, I wouldn't have said yes to him."

His determination shone through as he promised, "I will make it up to you, baby. I promise."

Dancing under the shimmering lights, the tension between you melted away as you talked and laughed, reconnecting in a way that felt natural and comforting.

Stepping out onto the balcony for a breath of fresh air, Mattheo gazed into your eyes. "The moon is so beautiful tonight," you remarked, your eyes fixed on the sky.

"Yeah, very beautiful," Mattheo whispered, his gaze shifting from the moon to you. Unable to resist any longer, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a gentle, soft kiss under the moonlit sky—a kiss you had been waiting for, a moment of clarity and realization of mutual feelings that had been brewing for years.

theodore Nott ;

Theodore Nott's dark smirk intensified as he processed the news, his competitive spirit igniting a fire within him. He wasted no time and confronted the boy who dared to ask you to the Yule Ball, his aura exuding authority and a hint of danger.

"I hear you've extended an invitation to her for the Yule Ball. Interesting choice," Theodore began, his voice carrying a veiled threat. "But let's get something straight. She's not just any girl you can whisk away for a night. She's special, and she's mine to protect."

The boy, trying to defend himself, replied, "That’s for her to decide. I just thought she might want to go with me."

Theodore's eyes flashed with warning, his patience wearing thin. "Think again. You're treading on dangerous ground. If you know what's good for you, you'll rescind that invitation before things get messy."

The next day, when Theodore discovered that the boy hadn't complied, he took matters into his own hands. He arranged for the boy to have an unexpected "vacation" under Madam Pomfrey's care in the hospital wing, ensuring he wouldn't be attending the Yule Ball.

Approaching you at the ball with a sheepish smile, Theodore revealed, "He's not coming, love."

Confused, you asked, "What—why?"

"I made sure he won't be able to walk for a week," Theodore admitted, his tone apologetic. "I owe you an apology. I should have been the one to ask you to the ball first."

Surprised by his confession, you started to speak, but he gently cut you off. "No, I was just nervous to ask you."

"You—nervous?" you echoed in disbelief.

"Imagine that? Yeah, me too. I'm still trying to figure out what you have done to me, love," Theodore admitted, a genuine smile breaking through his earlier intensity.

Later that night, as you found a quiet corner of the ballroom, Theodore took your hand, apologizing again. Without hesitation, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, his emotions laid bare in the passionate embrace.

Lorenzo berkshire :

Lorenzo watched from afar as the boy approached you, asking you to the Yule Ball. His jaw clenched as he felt a surge of jealousy and possessiveness. Determined to make his feelings known, he waited for the right moment to act.

During a Quidditch match, Lorenzo saw an opportunity. As the boy flew past, Lorenzo angled his broomstick just right, causing a collision that sent the boy tumbling. Everyone else thought it was an accident, but you knew better.

That night, Lorenzo sought you out, his expression dark with intensity. "You say yes to any other boy, and God help me for what I will do," he said, his eyes locked onto yours.

You smiled softly, meeting his gaze. "If you had asked me, I would have never said yes to him from the start, Enzo."

On the day of the ball, Lorenzo didn't leave your side, his hands possessively on your waist as you danced. "Call down, Enzo," you said gently, trying to soothe his intense emotions.

"I can't, not when I can't get the face of that stupid boy asking you first out of my mind. I'm sorry," Lorenzo admitted, his voice filled with regret.

You continued dancing, trying to distract him. As the music swirled around you, Lorenzo suddenly pulled you towards a secluded area, his hunger and desire evident in his eyes. Pressed against a tree, he kissed you passionately, his emotions overflowing.

You gently reminded him that you were there with him and no one else, calming him down from his intense emotions from time to time throughout the night.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

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pedroscurls · 4 months ago

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Absolutely no obligation to answer if you aren't taking requests, but could I ask for Hugh x reader? Like Blake and Ryan trying hard to play wingman for them both at an event, only to find out the two have been quietly together/hooking up for a few weeks? Whether it be angsty or fluffy is your choice! 🙂

our little secret (one-shot)

summary: ryan and blake try to set you and hugh up, but little do they know, you've already been secretly seeing each other. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader content warnings: smut (18+, mdni) - unprotected p in v (creampie oops, be safe folks), fingering, oral - f receiving, hugh bends you over 🙂‍↕️, no use of y/n. word count: 2.7k a/n: i'm catching up to all the requests that have been sitting in my askbox, so thank you for waiting on this! i know you said it could be angsty or fluffy, but it actually instead became smutty lmao. i had a lot of fun writing this lol - love the sneaking around and eventually getting caught trope 🤭 as always, this is purely fictional! i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman.

The entire night, you and Hugh steal glances from across the room. Either he’s with Ryan or some other group of people that he’s talking to and you’re either with Blake or on the dance floor dancing with her. You can feel the pull you have towards Hugh, yearning to be pulled into his arms but you have to refrain. You have to resist.

No one knows that you’re seeing each other, that you’ve been secretly having a very intimate relationship with him. Neither of you are ready for everyone else to know, so you try to keep your distance. Try not to make it so obvious that you just want him.

“I think you and Hugh should go talk,” Blake grins, nudging you with her arm.

You shrug nonchalantly, doing your best to look uninterested. “I don’t know, Blake.”

“Just one conversation,” she says. “You never know what can happen.”

Oh, you know exactly what would happen. If you and Hugh get a chance to speak tonight, you know that you wouldn’t be able to hide this secret any longer. Especially since the entire time so far, you’ve been trying to think of ways to sneak away from Blake and see Hugh. It’s such a busy event, such a huge party that even if you did try to sneak away with Hugh, someone would see the both of you.

And neither of you need that right now.

“If we somehow get to talking, then sure. Right now, I’m just focused on me.”

Blake narrows her eyes. “I can bring him over here and–”

“Blake,” you interrupt. “Seriously, I’m okay.”

Blake sighs. “Fine, okay. But if he comes up to you on his own, you’ll at least talk to him?”

“Sure. Would be rude of me to just leave if he tries to have a conversation with me,” you point out.

“Ryan and I just think you’d be so good together,” she replies.

“You think I’d be good with anyone,” you laugh.

“That’s because anyone would be lucky to have you.”

“Aw, Blake… It’s a bit early for all these compliments, don’t you think?” you tease.

Blake rolls her eyes. “You’re right. I usually need a couple of more drinks before I get to that point.”

“Okay, ha ha. Can we go back out there and dance?”

“Yes, baby, let’s go.” She takes your hand and leads you to the dancefloor, glancing over her shoulder to see Ryan and Hugh staring at the both of you.

—

“So…” Ryan smirks, watching the way Hugh’s eyes linger on your frame. “You obviously think she’s–”

“No,” he interrupts, pulling his eyes away from you. When Hugh saw you for the first time that night, he had realized just how difficult it would be to keep things a secret. You look so beautiful, the dress clinging to every curve, and he wanted nothing more than to just take you away from this party so that he could have you to himself.

But Hugh tries to remember the conversation you had with him. This has to be a secret for a little while longer, just to see if this is more than just physical attraction. Hugh agreed, but the more time he spent with you, the more he wanted to get to know you. The sex was amazing, but the conversations you had with each other afterwards were just as great.

“Oh come on!” Ryan chuckles. “You should at least talk to her.”

“Not interested,” Hugh lies. “Besides, I already talked to her at your dinner party. She’s nice, sweet, but that’s all it is.”

Ryan arches a brow. “Seemed like you two hit it off that night.”

“Just being polite,” Hugh replies.

“Well, I think you should go and talk to her. See what can happen.”

“Ryan, no.” His eyes deviate to you and he tries to keep his eyes above your shoulder, but he can’t help but let his eyes take in your frame, your hips swaying effortlessly to the rhythm of the song. Clearing his throat, Hugh shakes his head and instead turns his back to the dancefloor.

“Let me be your wingman, Hugh,” he says excitedly. “All we gotta do is walk over there, dance a bit, and then–”

“I’m gonna get some fresh air.” Hugh interjects with a sigh. He knows if he stands here another minute that he’s going to break and he’s going to give in to Ryan because he wants you so badly. Even as he’s walking away from Ryan, he turns to look over his shoulder to see your eyes glued onto him. He gives you a subtle nod and steps outside, glancing around to see that no one but him is there.

With a sigh, he runs a hand over his face and lets out a sigh. Hugh likes you a lot and he’s become tired of keeping this, keeping you a secret. His mind begins to drift when he feels a gentle hand on his back and he turns to look down at you, a smile immediately lining his lips.

“Hey there, stranger,” you say quietly.

Even under the moonlight, you look so beautiful. Hugh reaches out for your hand, yearning to pull you into him and give you a kiss. “You’re really killing me with that dress you got on.”

“You like?” you smile, twirling in front of him.

“Oh, I love it,” Hugh winks. “Would look better if it was on the floor.”

“Oh, you’re naughty tonight.” you let out a quiet giggle. “What would you do if I told you I wasn’t wearing any panties?”

Hugh’s eyes widen and his gaze darkens. “Are you?”

You shake your head slowly. “Nope.”

“And you’re calling me the naughty one,” Hugh whispers, taking a step closer to you as his other hand moves to your hip, bunching up your dress in a tight fist. “Ryan’s been trying to get me to talk to you.”

“Oh?” you ask quietly, hand moving up to rest on his chest. “Blake’s been doing the same. I think they’re trying to play matchmaker.”

“They don’t know we’ve been seeing each other for the last few weeks,” Hugh chuckles, eyes drifting to your lips. “But seeing you tonight… It’s been really difficult to keep this a secret.”

“I know,” you sigh. “I see how the other women are looking at you tonight and I can’t blame them.”

“Not looking at them though.”

“But if you want to, you know you can… We aren’t really exclusive and–”

“I want to be,” Hugh interrupts. “I know we’re still testing out the waters, seeing if this is only physical, but I like you.”

“You know, I didn’t expect to have this conversation tonight…” you say quietly.

“Am I misreading this?” Hugh sighs, pulling away from you but you pull him back to you.

“No, I like you too. I just didn’t–” you bite your lower lip. “I just didn’t want to scare you away if I told you that I want this. That I want you. Only you.”

Hugh tries to hide the smile from appearing on his lips. He looks into your eyes and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “You like me, huh?”

“I do…”

Hugh then steps closer, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you flush against him. “Good because I’m gonna kiss you now.”

Your hand moves up to gently grip the lapel of his jacket. “Please,” you whisper. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night and–”

Hugh leans down and presses his lips against yours, hand gripping your hip. He wastes no time in moving his lips with yours, hand slowly dipping lower and lower to your backside. You gasp against his lips, reaching behind you to grab his wrist.

“Mmm, not yet,” you whisper, pulling away slowly.

Hugh’s about to lean in to give you another kiss when you both hear Blake and Ryan’s voices.

“I fucking knew it!” Ryan quips, finger pointing in your direction.

“And here we were, trying to get you two together!” Blake laughs.

You lean against Hugh whose arm still remains wrapped around you. “Surprise?”

Blake rolls her eyes playfully and walks up to you, pulling you into a hug. “Surprise indeed.”

Ryan grins, clapping a hand on Hugh’s shoulder. “So, how long?”

“Since the night of your dinner party,” Hugh chuckles.

“You fucker,” Ryan laughs.

“We wanted to keep it a secret,” you say quietly, reaching out for Hugh’s hand. “But–”

“I like her a lot,” Hugh interrupts, lacing his hand with yours. “Didn’t want to hide this anymore.”

“We’re so happy for the both of you,” Blake smiles.

“Thanks, Blake.”

“Now, if you’ll excuse us, I owe my girl a dance,” Hugh winks. He leads you back inside of the party and wraps an arm around your waist, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

Blake and Ryan join the both of you and once on the dance floor, Hugh turns you around in his arms, hands moving to rest on your hips as your bodies begin to sway to the music. It’s dark and the music is blaring, but your sole focus is on Hugh who’s staring directly back at you.

He runs his hands along your sides and back down to your hips, bringing you flush against his front as you feel the length of manhood hardening beneath his pants. You bite your lower lip, arms coming up to snake around his shoulders and link at the base of his neck.

Hugh dips his head lower, capturing your lips in a slow kiss. He moves a hand to your lower back as the crowd of people surrounding the both of you fades into the background. He gently nips at your lower lip, hearing you quietly whimper. His lips move from your own to your jawline, coming up to gently nibble on your ear as he whispers huskily.

“I need you bad, baby.”

“But the party–”

“How about we leave early?” Hugh runs his hand up your back and down to rest above your backside.

“What about Blake and Ryan?”

Hugh looks over at the other couple who look to be in their own little world and he chuckles, turning his attention back to you. “I don’t think they’d mind one bit if we leave.”

You bite your lower lip and then nod, leaning up to peck his lips. “Take me home then, Hugh.”

“Yes,” he groans lowly. “I’ve been wanting to take you home the moment I saw you tonight. Let’s go.”

—

You don’t make it far once you and Hugh enter his place. He’s on you like a starved animal, hands running along your frame, lips lightly attacking your neck and shoulder. You can feel his length pressing into you from behind as he shrugs off his blazer.

“You make me crazy, baby,” Hugh growls, gently grazing the skin at your neck with his teeth. “Like a fucking teenager all over again.”

“Hugh, baby,” you whimper. “Wait, we should go upstairs and–”

“No,” he groans against you. “Right here.” Hugh bends you over the back of his large couch, immediately lifting the ends of your dress to your hips, giving him a clear view of your backside and your glistening slit. “You weren’t lying… no panties.”

“Have I ever lied to you?” You ask, looking over your shoulder at him.

Hugh glances up at you briefly before he drops to his knees in front of you. His large hands come up to spread your cheeks apart as he licks a strip along your sex, groaning against you.

“Hugh!” You exclaim, hand reaching back to curl into his hair.

“Mmm,” Hugh pulls back and looks at your sex, gaze darkening at the sight of you glistening for him. “Gonna have my taste now, baby.”

Before you could even answer, Hugh leans in and buries his face between your legs. He doesn’t bother to slow down, groaning against your sex as you feel his tongue in your most sensitive areas. You’re close, knowing that you aren’t going to last that long with the way Hugh’s going.

He pulls back momentarily, chin glistening with your arousal as he immediately slides two fingers into your tight heat. Hugh then leans back in and sucks your clit in time with pumping his fingers in and out of you and you’re so wet that the sounds mix in with your loud moans. It’s so lewd and obscene and it only spurs him on even further.

Your grip in his hair tightens as you feel your walls begin to tremble. When you feel a tightness begin to build in the pit of your stomach, you grip his hair even tighter, holding him firmly against you. Your eyes clamp shut as Hugh continues his assault on you, urging you through your orgasm.

Hugh then pulls back and stands up between your legs, his hands coming to undo his belt and zipper of his pants. His fingers are wet with your slick and he lifts to his mouth and sucks on it as his eyes stare directly at your throbbing heat.

Once he pulls his manhood out, he gives it a few strokes before notching his tip at your entrance. He feels you flinch at the sudden touch, smirking to himself.

“Hugh, wait. I need a minute.” You tell him, trying to turn around but Hugh keeps you firmly bent over the couch.

“Ah baby, you can handle it.” He grins, running his tip along the length of your sex, catching your hole repeatedly.

“Hugh,” you plead, reaching back for him but he just grabs your wrists and places them firmly against your lower back. With his free hand, he slowly slides into your tight heat, the slickness of your arousal immediately coating his length with each thrust forward.

He releases his hold on manhood and instead moves to place it on the couch, gripping it tightly. Hugh fills you to the brim, groaning to himself at the feeling of your walls wrapped tightly around him.

“See, told you,” he grins, pulling his hips back. Hugh pulls out to his tip, glancing down to see his length slick with your wetness. Then, he slowly slides back in and grips the couch even tighter, not wanting to leave any bruises on your wrists that remain firm in his grasp.

“Fuck!” You moan aloud. Your walls are already so sensitive and you know that you won’t last long with the way Hugh’s picking up his pace.

“God, you look good like this,” Hugh groans, thrusts moving faster as he repeatedly slams into you. You feel every inch, every throbbing vein and when he firmly slams into you, you move your ass back against him and feel the hair at his base provide the perfect friction against your clit.

He pulls back only enough to see you slide back into him, watching your ass shake and jiggle as you use him to reach yet another orgasm. Hugh knows that he’s getting closer, knows that he’s about to come but he tries to hold off because the sight of you using him like this for your own pleasure just turns him on even more.

“Baby,” Hugh groans. “I’m gonna come and I–”

“Inside,” you whimper.

Hugh feels a sudden rush overcome him at your confirmation and he releases his hold on your wrists to place both hands on your hips. He groans and begins to thrust back into you, his skin slapping loudly against yours as he chases his own release.

“Hugh, baby,” you moan, moving your own hands to rest over his as pleasure washes over you. Your body feels limp, feels like you can just fall asleep bent over this couch, but Hugh’s sharp thrusts work you through your own orgasm.

After a couple of thrusts, Hugh’s hips begin to stutter and you feel his warmth begin to fill you up. His grip on your hips tighten almost painfully as he empties himself into you, every last fucking drop.

When he pulls out, Hugh can’t help the sight of his release slowly begin to trickle out of you and down the inside of your leg. He smiles to himself, gently loosening his hold on you as he turns you around to face him.

“I don’t think I can walk upstairs,” you tease.

Hugh smirks proudly. “Good, because I don’t think I’m done with you yet, baby.”

—-

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unconventional-lawnchair · 3 months ago

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Like my father pt 3 {burb}

Sirius Black x Potter!Reader

Summary: Sirius asks Y/N out on a date, with the subtly of being hit by a bus

CW: A few curses, no helmets on the motorcycle(drive responsively), fluffy, not proof read

WC: 2714

Tagged: @hisparentsgallerryy @crowleythesexydemon @otterlockholmes

Part one

You were in the parlor room of the house, wrapped up in a wooden quilt your mother had worked on all summer.

It was getting darker earlier, a telltale sign that summer was ending. Still, fall was coming, and you couldn't deny your excitement for it. Especially as the flowers outside started to turn that beautiful red and gold.

“Still reading?” Your eyes flickered from the window to the figure in the hall. It was late, and Sirius had been out most of the day, you couldn't believe you didn't hear the door open. You were hardly able to make out the figure of your father walking upstairs.

“Mhm.” You hummed and set the book aside. “I'm lying, no, not really.”

He chuckled and set his keys on the coffee table. Trying to be quiet and respectful of the sleeping residents.

Then, like an absolute dick, he grabbed you by your ankles and yanked you across the couch. You gave a yelp and a laugh as he lugged you up by your arms when he was able to reach them. “Up! Up! Let's go.”

“Where?” You squeaked out past your giggles and got to your feet, he simply put his finger to his lips to tell you to shush. As if he didn't cause the scene to begin with-

He dragged you along, grabbing his keys again and pulling you out the door with hardly enough time for you to slip on your shoes. He walked you down the drive and gestured to a large tarp in the street.

You looked at it with a small laugh and lifted your eyebrow at him. “What's this?”

“You can't tell James yet.” He smirked and grabbed the tarp, yanking it down to reveal a jet black motorcycle. Your jaw dropped as you looked it over, and he patted the seat a bit. “What do you think?”

You walked over and gave it a good look. It looked so damn cool, but.. “This isn't the bike you wanted.”

Sirius couldn't help but smile. Of course, all those months of him cutting out models from magazines, ranting about different fit and engine sizes, he never really thought you were truly listening to him. Not how much he listens to you.

“Why the change?”

Sirius snapped out of his thoughts and gave a small shrug. “Your dad helped me pick it out. Said it was more stable for a two seater.”

You raised an eyebrow, giving a small shocked laugh. “So, you’re telling me my dad had a hand in this?”

Sirius nodded, his grin widening. “Yep! He even took it for a spin to make sure it could handle a bit of speed. Said it was perfect for two people..”

“Two people?” You echoed and walked over, as he sat down on the bike and smirked up at you. You smiled with an arched eyebrow as you pulled your cardigan tighter around you.

“Mhm. In case I have to save you from another rough date.” He teased and you groaned in embarrassment.

“Seriously? You’re still thinking about that?” You laughed, shaking your head. “It was one bad date! I’m fine now.”

“Maybe.” He shrugged, a mischievous smirk taking over his face. “But I’d rather be prepared. You never know when another git might come along.”

You rolled your eyes, but a smile was tugging at your lips. “So, are you saying I need a personal bodyguard now? Is that you?”

“Always has been, against my will, might I add.” He cheeked and you couldn't help but laugh.

“Come on. I need to test her out, you gonna help me or not?”

“What? You want me to get on? Ride that death trip? I'm not your guinea pig.” You scoffed and he pressed his tongue to his cheek.

“No need to be scared, bams.”

You gave a huff of a laugh and shook your head. “No way.”

“Come on, bambi. You know how this goes. You tell me no, I say I'll beg, you tell me not to be an idiot, I get all sentimental and you cave to my charms.”

You crossed your arms, trying to suppress a smile. “That’s not fair! You know I can’t resist when you get all sentimental.” You sang in a sarcastic tone.

“Exactly.” Sirius leaned in closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “So save us both the embarrassment.”

You glanced back at the house, where the soft glow of lamps lit up in your parents room. You bit your cheek and watched as your father’s shadow greeted your mothers.

“... she'll kill you if she sees me on that thing. You and my dad.”

“Then let's make sure she doesn't see.” He teased and nudged you with a helmet. You only stood there for a few more moments before muttering a curse and taking it with a giddy feeling.

Sirius beamed as you accepted the helmet, sliding it over your head and adjusting the straps beneath your chin. “See? You look so cute.” Cooed teasingly.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile creeping onto your face. “Fine, but if my mom finds out, I’m blaming you.”

“Good luck with that.” He laughed, giving you a playful nudge as he swung his leg over the bike and settled into the seat. “Just hold on tight, and I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You climbed on behind him, your heart racing with anticipation and a hint of nerves. As you wrapped your arms around his waist, you felt the warmth of his body seep through the layers of your clothing. It was a comforting sensation, though you tried to focus on the task at hand rather than the fluttering in your heart.

You felt so incredibly pathetic.

Since that night he saved you from your bad date, you had seen Sirius a bit differently. Not that you didn't have a small crush on him back at Hogwarts, it was so different now. You didn't want to admit you might be crushing again, giving Sirius made it abundantly clear you were just a sister to him. A kid.

“Ready?”

“Yeah!” You shouted above the engine and gave a startled yelp when he started up and sped off.

“Where is your helmet!?” You screamed and he laughed, leaning forward further.

“You're wearing it, bams!”

You closed your eyes tight and hugged him closer, hiding your face in his back. Only for your eyes to shoot open wide when you felt the pavement become smoother.

Not smooth.

You were bloody flying. (More like hovering but if he were to correct you you'd surely go for the eyes.)

“Sirius Orion Black! Get me back to the earth this instant!”

Sirius just laughed as you scrambled for purchase. He quickly moved one hand to grab your wrists, keeping your arms locked around him. He looked back at you with that stupid charming smirk of his.

“Bams, trust me!” He shouted above the rushing in your ears. “I've never let you down, yeah?”

You hugged him tighter and closed your eyes, but still shook your head. “N-no…”

“Can't hear ya, bams!”

“N-no!” You squeaked and he chuckled.

Leaning back to let his lips brush over your cheek. Merlin strike you both dead, bring you some pity. “Open your eyes.”

You hesitated, your heart pounding wildly in your chest as the wind whipped around you. "Sirius, I swear-"

"Just a quick peek!" He urged, his voice filled with excitement. "I promise it's worth it!"

With a deep breath, you slowly opened your eyes, your grip on him tightening instinctively. The world around you was a blur of colors, but as you focused, you realized you were flying down a winding road lined with trees, their leaves shimmering in shades of red and gold. Oh, those colors you loved. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over everything, and the crisp autumn air filled your lungs. Hardly above the ground, maybe a foot or so, and carefully raising higher and higher.

“Wow…” You breathed, momentarily forgetting your fear. The beauty of it all was breathtaking. The way the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, made your heart swell with joy.

“See? Not so bad, right?” Sirius shouted over the wind, and you couldn't help but smile.

“It's so pretty!”

Sirius took a second to glance back at your awestruck expression. Quickly looking back to the road and unable to help how he slowly began to smile like a love sick fool.

“Yeah? I have something better to show ya.” He cooed and you slowly nuzzled your nose into the back of his shoulder.

“What do you mean?” You shouted.

He didn’t respond right away, instead, he made a sharp turn down a narrower road, lowering just enough for his wheels to finally hit the ground again. The trees around you seemed to close in, creating a tunnel of vibrant colors as you picked up speed. Your heart raced not just from the adrenaline of the ride, but from the sheer thrill of the moment.

“Hold on tight!” Sirius shouted, and before you could fully process what he meant, he accelerated even faster, the bike roaring as it surged forward. You squeezed your eyes shut and pressed your face against his back, feeling safe and secured as long as Sirius was there to latch onto..

“Where are we going?” You yelled over the wind, even with the slight fear you were so damn excited..

“Just a little further!” He called back, his tone light and carefree. “Trust me!”

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to relax as you clung to him. The wind whipped through your hair through the opening in the helmet, and you could feel the cool evening air invigorating your senses. It felt freeing, and for a moment, all your worries vanished.

You felt like you unstood Sirius all that much more, able to get behind the thrill of danger if it felt like this. Though, you couldn't help but wonder if your bravery was only because you knew Sirius would be right here.

Eventually, Sirius slowed down and came to a stop in a small clearing. You opened your eyes and looked around, taking in the stunning view. The sun was nearly set, casting a golden glow across a vast field that stretched out before you. The trees framed the horizon beautifully, and the sky was painted with the last remnants of sunset.

“Wow.” You whispered, looking out at the scene before you. “This is incredible.”

Sirius grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “Told you it would be worth it. Found this place a few days ago.”

Finally, he let go of your wrists and you moved to take your helmet off, looking around in awe; the perfect little autumn scene.

“I guess I could live with almost dying to see this.” You muttered and slowly got off the bike. Looking around to get a proper view of the place. It was beautiful, the air was crisp, and the trees hid you away from any who would try and intrude on your time together.

Even as the sun officially set, there was still a magic about the place. A small lamp post over a branch that looked down at an almost dried up lake.

Even its imperfections were beautiful.

You turned to face Sirius, your heart still racing from both the ride and the beauty surrounding you. He was leaning against his bike with his arms crossed, smirking at you. You gave a small laugh and his smirk only grew. “You really know how to make a girl feel alive, don’t you?”

“I know how to keep a bird entertained.” He cheeked with a playful wink, running a hand through his wind swept hair. “But I think I might need to start charging you for these services.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Oh, please. You could put a price on a day like this.”

Sirius stood up and. took a step closer, his eyes sweeping around you as he invaded your space. The intrusion was very much welcome as you instinctively wrapped your arms around his. “What if I demand a favor instead? You know, a life debt or something?”

You raised an eyebrow, giving a dry laugh. “A life debt? What kind of favor are we talking about here, weirdo?”

“Hmm…” He mused in faux thought, putting a finger to his chin dramatically. “How about you agree to go on at least one more date? With me this time. Just to keep the practice up for when the next git comes along.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his suggestion, but you couldn’t help smiling. “Are you asking me out, Black?”

He shrugged, trying to hide his cheeky little smile. “It's very possible, depending on your answer.”

You rolled your eyes fondly and gave a laugh hum of thought. “I'm not sure, Sirius… what's in it for me?”

He gave an exaggerated gasp, clenching his chest with his free hand. “Wha- huh? What's in it for you?” He dramatized. “Darling, have you seen me?”

You looked away from him but couldn't hold back your smile any longer, and he gave a snicker. “Oh, you totally have been checking me out, haven't you?”

“Oh shut it, Black.” You spat back in a fluster and he just laughed louder.

Sirius leaned in a bit closer, a playful glint in his eyes. “Admit it! You think I’m charming, dashing, and the perfect motorcycle riding dreamboat.”

You crossed your arms, pretending to consider it seriously. “Charming? Maybe. Dashing? That’s a stretch. Perfect motorcycle breamboat? You've lost it. Are you trying to get me grounded for life?”

“Grounded? Pfft!” He scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. “Your father can't even stay angry at you for longer than an hour.”

“It's my mother to fear, Sirius.”

“Oh, she loves me. Thinks I'm just the sweetest gentleman.”

“Right, because running off with her daughter on a motorcycle is complete gentlemanly behavior.” You shot back, rolling your eyes. “Not to mention you did it at night. What will the press say?” You gasped in fake horror and he rolled his eyes.

“Uh huh. After all that, nothing? Not even the Grease stunt?”

You furrowed your brows at him in amused confusion before your jaw dropped and your face lit up. “Sirius Black!”

“The one and only.” He winked at you as you playfully hit his chest.

“You enchanted your bike to fly? To copy the ending in Grease? Oh my stars, you're a sap!”

He bit his cheek and tried to avoid your eyes, clearly flustered beyond belief. You gave a laugh before you looked around and you felt your heart clench helplessly in your chest as another realization hit you.

“This field- like when Laurie confessed to Jo-”

“You said you always wished they got together.” He shrugged and you gawked at him. “... what? Sirius-”

Your eyes snapped around before you hugged his arm tighter. Whispering softly. “Sunflowers?”

“Why would you need those, bambi? You got a sunset.”

“You've.. you've gone mad, Sirius.” You choked on your own sniffles before you quickly dried your tears. “Absolutely loony.”

He turned to face you fully and shook his head. Reaching out to cup your cheeks. “Everytime I see you at night you're crying. Come on.” He cooed and you couldn't help but fall against his chest. Hugging him tighter as he cradled you close.

He brushed your back and you let out a whine as the tears dried up. “It's not fair. I feel like I'm going to explode over here.”

He laughed and raised his hands to cup your jaw on either side. Pushing you to look up at him as he cooed teasingly. “Pretty girl-”

“Oh Merlin, don't call me that.” You huffed and hid your face in his shoulder. He laughed and nuzzled his nose against your hair, lips right against your ear. “Pretty girl. The prettiest girl I've ever seen.”

“You're going to kill me!” You wheezed against his sleeve and he gave your ear tip a gentle kiss.

“One way to make me stop, darling girl.”

“Anything.” You whined and he bit his cheek.

“Just one date, doll.”

“Please.”

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peachiejeongin · 1 month ago

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Back to Blue | Han Jisung

Synopsis: Jisung messages you out of the blue one day, and before you know it, you are at the Stray Kids dorm dying his hair back to blue.

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

Genre: established relationship, fluff, crack

Warnings: None! (Unless shirtless Jisung counts)

WC: 1.6k

Notice: My loves, this was an entirely unprompted fanfiction. I have a couple requests scheduled and I'm working on a longer fiction, so I was not going to write anything at all today. But after reading a few stories about Hyunjin's buzzcut and Felix's dark hair, I realized I had not seen many stories about the return of Bluesung on my feed; therefore, I decided to write my own!...and I may or may not have sped-wrote it in about an hour or two. Whoops! Nevertheless, enjoy the story, my darlings! (I am also attempting a new format style, so enjoy that as well!).

Divider By: @strangergraphics-archive

It started with a random text on a Saturday afternoon.

Hannie<3: Hello, my beautiful, gorgeous, amazing specimen of a partner who I love more than anything else ever! You: What do you want, Ji? Hannie<3: Sooooo, our hairstylist may or not be out sick with the flu, and your amazing boyfriend who is ALWAYS so nice to you may or may not be wanting to bring back an old hair color so....wanna come help me dye my hair blue? :D

You blinked at your phone, rereading the message over and over again as if you were trying to find a joke in the wording that you had missed; he could not be serious, could he?

You: Why not just go to an ACTUAL salon? Hannie<3: And have them mess it up? Absolutely not! You're the only one I trust with this so can you pleeeeease come do it for me?? You: Hannie, I'm going to hold your hand when I say this. You: I have never dyed anyone's hair before. Hannie<3: Boxes have instructions for a reason!

You narrowed your eyes at your phone briefly, quirking your lips into a line; you pondered the text for a moment before sighing and typing out a reply.

You: I'll be there in fifteen.

Minutes later, you were at Jisung's dorm, standing in the doorway to his bedroom with a skeptical expression etched onto your face; your boyfriend just grinned at you like an eager puppy.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist the urge to play mad scientist with my hair."

"You're acting like I'm about to give you an entirely new identity," you retorted, stepping inside and tossing your keys onto his bed. "Remind me why you want blue specifically? I thought you wanted to stay natural for a while."

Han shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I did, but blue is like my color, y'know? Fans loved it, and, let's be real, I looked amazing!" You rolled your eyes at the final comment but could not help the smile that eased past your lips.

"Fine," you told him, "but if this goes wrong, I am taking zero responsibility."

"Noted," he replied, leading you down the hallway to the bathroom; a box of blue hair dye already sat waiting on the counter.

"Wow," you teased, picking up the box and analyzing the instructions. "You really went all out with the cheap stuff. Y'sure it won't turn your hair green?"

Han laughed at first, but his eyes widened slightly, his playful expression morphing into one of slight fear.

"Wait...it's not going to do that, right?"

"I guess we'll find out."

Han let out a dreadful groan as you opened the box, pulling out the black rubber gloves that came with it; you pulled them on with a moderate snap as Han took off his shirt, throwing it somewhere on the messy bathroom floor. He perched on the edge of the bathtub, wrapping a small towel around his neck as you read the instructions in order to figure out just what you were doing.

After scanning over the steps and figuring out the process of unprofessionally coloring hair, you took out the color and the developer and poured both into the applicator bottle, shaking it harshly in order to quickly mix up the dye. Once the agents were fully combined, you stepped closer to Han, sitting yourself beside him on the rim of the tub.

"Okay, tilt your head back," you instructed, squeezing a tiny amount of hair dye onto your finger tips.

"Wait," Han suddenly said, looking up at you with large, doe-eyes. "What happens if it actually turns my hair green?"

"Hannie, it's just hair," you replied, running your clean hand through his hair lightly. "You'll be fine."

"But my appearance is my livelihood!" He clutched a dramatic hand over his heart, pretending to tear up at the thought. "If my hair is ruined, I'm ruined!"

"Well, you could always shave your head and wait for it to grow back!" you playfully remarked. "Hopefully by then, your stylist will feel better!"

"A shaved head?!" Han gasped dramatically, his words loud and bewildered. "Do I look like my name is Hyunjin? We can't have two kiwis in the group!" You chuckled at his melodramatics before halting suddenly, furrowing your eyebrows slightly.

"Wait, Hyunjin shaved his head?"

"Oh, nevermind that!" Han playfully shook his head as he spoke. "Can you just get started before I go crazy?"

"You're already crazy, Hannie, but okay."

You slowly raked the blue dye through Han's hair, being as gentle as possible just in case you caught any missed tangles or knots. You went by sections, going by the layers of Han's hair. As you worked, Han squirmed as if he were a child.

"Ow!" he yelped unseriously. "That was a tangle!"

"Han, my fingers literally ran through a couple of strands," you retaliated, trying not to laugh. "How could I have hit a tangle?"

"I don't know, but that's what it felt like," he muttered, pouting and wincing for effect.

"You're such a baby," you teased, brushing through his hair more softly. "I know you don't act like this with the stylists, so just behave for me, would you?"

"Fine, fine," he conceded with a sigh. "In my defense, though, it absolutely kills me to sit still for an hour with them, too."

"Keep yourself distracted then," you suggested as you began to work on the second section of hair. "Like, just talk to me about whatever will make time pass by for you."

Upon your statement, you and Han began to discuss everything and nothing, from his plans for the week, to a new song he was working on, and finally the latest group chat antics with the other members. You had to pause your efforts multiple times during conversation, scolding Han for turning his head away from you while he was speaking. By the time you had finished applying the dye, you were both laughing so hard that your sides were aching.

"Okay," you sighed out victoriously, peeling off your gloves and throwing them away along with the applicator bottle. "Now we wait."

"For how long?"

"Thirty minutes," you answered after re-checking the box's directions. As you pulled out your phone to set a timer, Han let out a frustrated groan, slumping dramatically off of the bathtub's edge and onto the bathroom floor.

"I am going to die of boredom."

"You could always help me clean up," you suggested, glancing pointedly at the blue streaks adorning the whie porcelain of the bathtub, as well as some spots that had made their way onto the floor.

"Absolutely not." Han sat up quickly, shaking his head. "That's your mess."

"Excuse me?" you shot back while chuckling. "Are you not the one who squirmed, flinced, and turned your head so aggressively that you got hair dye everywhere?" Before Han could answer, you pulled out a washrag from one of the bathroom drawers, turning on the faucet to wet it slightly and tossing it to Han.

"Now, get it before it dries up!" you commanded, getting out a second rag for yourself. "I don't want to explain to your managers why the dorm's bathroom looks like a Smurk emporium."

To your gratitude, and more so Han's, cleaning up the smeared hair dye made the time pass by swiftly; within what felt like moments, the alarm on your phone had gone off.

"Thank goodness!" Han yelled, standing up from where he had been kneeled on the floor, working on a particularly tough stain. "Moment of truth!" Han made his way to the shower, sliding open the door before glancing back at you.

"Privacy, please!" he cheekily commanded, waiving you away sassily.

"Yeah, whatever. Just don't forget to use this, ya goof." You handed him the small packet of hair color conditioner before striding out of the bathroom.

"Text me when you're done."

You were sitting on Han's bed, scrolling through social media for what felt like an eternity; you were never able to understand how one person could take such a lengthy shower. You got the urge to go knock on the bathroom door and ask what was taking so long, but before you could, your phone buzzed.

Hannie<3: All done! Come look! :D

You smiled at the text, sluggishly standing up and making your way to the bathroom. You opened the door to find a beaming Han, his squirrely smile lighting up the entire bathroom as he ran his hands through his hair whilst looking in the mirror; it was blow-dried, which was probably why he took longer than expected, but most importantly, it was vibrant, shiny, and blue.

"Ladies and...well, just lady!" Han exclaimed as he turned to you, a prominent, joyous sparkle present in his eyes. "I present to you: the return of Bluesung!"

"No kidding!" you responded, ruffling his hair lightly and fluffing it up slightly. "I think I nailed it!"

"You did!" he agreed, grinning from ear to ear. "I am dangerously attractive now. Well, I've always been attractive, but even more so now, baby!"

"Alright, alright." You rolled your eyes, lightly pushing at his shoulder. "Calm down, Blueberry."

"Careful," he warned, the gleeful glint in his gaze turning into a mischevious one. "Call me that again, and I'm dying your hair."

"Fine by me," you retorted while smirking. "I've been wanting to go purple for a while, Blueberry."

"Oh, you little!" Han picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and playfully bickering with you as he spun you around the bathroom; however, even through the teasing and the unserious arguing, one thought crossed your mind:

Blue really did suit him.

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flowerandblood · 7 months ago

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Paradise Fruit (1)

[ Kingdom of Heaven • King Baldwin x female ]

[ warnings: watching each other masturbate, soft, poetic smut, a detailed description of the deadly disease and the unpleasant symptoms associated with it ]

[ description: After being treated by King Saladin's physicians, King Baldwin begins to leave his chambers. The people of the court whisper around her that the young ruler will not even live to be thirty years old. As a lady of waiting of his sister, she attracts his attention. ]

Author's Note: I said it and I did it: I know this isn't your typical Ewan Mitchell character, but I couldn't resist. I'm glad I wrote this because I had too many thoughts after watching this movie and now my soul is at peace! For those who haven't seen Kingdom of Heaven, I highly recommend it, it's an amazing production.

Word count: 3.900

Part 2 – White Marriage

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

My other works: Masterlist

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Jerusalem seemed to her at once a paradise and a hell on earth, both beautiful, sublimely sacred, as much as broken, dirty and cruel. The reign of King Baldwin IV was a reign of restraint and peace, the greatest evidence of which was his rich diplomatic correspondence with King Saladin himself.

Baldwin gave permission for the Muslim part of Jerusalem to hold prayers as it wished, on payment of appropriate taxes – a huge step towards reconciling the city's disparate population and a cause of contention among the Christian knights.

As lady of the court, she accompanied the royal sister, Sibylla, like her shadow, serving her with conversation, reading books in her company, being the equivalent of her friend and confidante, watching over her welfare.

She was the third daughter, and was therefore a burden to her lord father, who sent her to Jerusalem to the royal court when she was thirteen. Her father hoped that Sibylla herself would find her a suitable husband and put up the coins for her dowry, allowing her family to glory on the Old Continent in the fact that her chosen one was favoured by the God in the Holy Land.

Looking at Princess Sibylla's marriage, she prayed that she would never meet her fate, preferring to eventually fade into old age in a monastery.

Her Lady abhorred her husband: not in a physical context, for he was not unlike other great knights in stature or appearance, but in his heart, which was filled with the lust for power.

Although he believed that he was acting in the name of Christ on the Earth, he represented neither his mercy nor his prudence, being a simply unkind and spiteful man.

Sibylla was given in marriage to him at the age of 15, and she watched her sufferings and humiliations in silence, only being able to allow herself occasionally to close her hand on hers, giving her encouragement.

It was known that her husband's dream was the death of the King, for it would then be his wife who would become heir to the throne. Someone might laugh at this wish, knowing that King Baldwin was only 16 years old when she arrived at court.

However, despite such a young age, it was known that the King would probably not live to see his thirtieth year.

The cruel disease that had descended upon his body when he was still a young child, leprosy, was the reason why his whole body was covered, and his face was adorned with a beautiful silver mask – the only thing visible through it were his eyes, bright and wise, the skin around his eyelids all red.

His sister despaired at his undeserved suffering, at the thought that his body was falling apart, his skin peeling and pulling away from his muscles, causing him excruciating pain. He could not touch anyone or be touched directly because his disease was contagious.

Thus, one of the greatest rulers of Jerusalem, a man who had accomplished the impossible and ushered, at least for a while, the Kingdom of Heaven into this forbidden holy land, suffered daily torment.

As she prayed for the health of her family and his sister, she also prayed for him – since Christ was able to miraculously cure lepers, as the Bible itself said, perhaps there was hope for him too.

As a sign of respect and friendship, the Muslim King Saladin sent a retinue of his best physicians to relieve the King of his pain, which must have helped at least to some extent, for although she had previously only seen him in audience standing by his sister's side, now the King began to walk through the palace gardens on his own.

One day, when Sibylla noticed him standing next to one of the monks, she approached him immediately, praising his name, and she moved humbly to follow her, feeling grateful at the thought that the King was indeed feeling better.

That perhaps her prayers had been answered.

"Brother. It rejoices me to see you in the fresh air, away from the suffocating comfort of your chambers full of books and parchments." Sibylla said, pulling her shawl from her mouth, revealing her face to her brother.

As a married woman, she covered her face out of sheer decency, as her husband was a jealous man, but she, as a maiden, in addition almost always being in the presence of her Lady, did not have to do so.

"Your judgement is too harsh, dear sister. Books and parchments are my solace in the hardest of times." He said calmly and lazily, effortlessly – it was the first time she had heard his voice this close and she thought the words coming out of his mouth were like humming.

He had a white linen cloth draped over his head that reminded her of the headgear of the pharaohs, a richly embroidered white robe and gloves on his body, a silver mask portraying the features of a handsome, masculine man on his face.

She swallowed hard as his gaze shifted to her, catching her looking shamelessly at her ruler's face, causing her to lower her head immediately.

"Let's take a walk. We should take advantage of the beautiful weather." Said his sister, wanting to take his arm, he however moved away immediately and shook his head.

Pain and sadness crossed Sibylla's face, but after a moment she only nodded and forced herself to smile, walking ahead with him, letting her and the King's servant walk a few steps behind them.

That evening, for the first time, the King summoned her.

"Do not fret." Sibylla said. "My brother is a man of decency and sensitivity. Rest assured, he will not set upon your virtue or force you to do things unworthy of a lady. He confessed to me that he would like to look at your face for at least a moment longer and asked me to convey his wish to you, indicating that you may refuse."

She looked at her in disbelief, feeling the blush of embarrassment appear on her cheeks at her words, feeling her heart begin to pound like mad.

"If it is the will of our beloved King, I will do so." She said, and Sibylla nodded, giving her one satisfied smile.

She wore her most beautiful robe and hair adornments as if she were about to attend a nuptials – the material cast over her body was blue, fastened at the shoulders and waist with golden buckles, in her hair at the sides jewellery resembling a wreath of laurel leaves.

As she entered his chamber, candles burned all around, she was also struck by the intense scent of lavender – she noticed immediately his white, seated figure bent over thick tomes. His head turned towards her, in his mask she was able to see the reflection of everything around him.

"Do not be afraid. Come closer." He said softly and she nodded, feeling her heart flutter in her chest like a bird.

Her footsteps on the stone floor echoed through his chamber, the rustling of her robe as she sat down opposite him made her sound similar to the rustling of leaves.

She swallowed hard as she watched him sigh and spread out comfortably in his chair, looking her straight in the eye – she immediately looked away, unaccustomed to such confidentiality with anyone.

"No." He said. "Don't deny me this pleasure."

She tightened her fingers on the material of her garment, lifting her gaze to him again, feeling herself involuntarily begin to breathe through her mouth.

She could see the calm and curiosity in his eyes – his head was tilted slightly to one side, as if he was thinking about something, silence all around him.

"I'm making you uncomfortable." He concluded.

She shook her head quickly, horrified, thinking that something in her posture or gaze had discouraged him.

"No, Your Grace. I just don't know how to behave. What is appropriate for me to do or say in your presence. Silence is safe." She confessed in shame, lowering her eyes to her fingers again, reminding herself after a moment that she should not do so.

The King hummed at her words.

"Do not take my words as my attempt to mock you, however, knowing how little time I have left in this wretched world has made me tread lightly in courtly etiquette." He said with amusement, not taking his eyes off her, something flashed in his gaze as if someone had lit a candle inside them.

"We waste time feigning care and respect, hiding what is true, arising from the depths of our hearts, because that is what etiquette demands of us. When we stand before God, will we say to him: I have never really loved or sympathised, but my lips have left many beautiful, great words?" He asked, and she looked at him in disbelief, completely surprised by his approach and what she had heard.

Some part of her knew he was right.

"In this world, only the King can afford to lack beautiful words." She muttered, hearing after a moment that something akin to a chuckle had left his lips.

"You are mistaken. One word from the King can either create or destroy."

She lowered her head, wondering if he had just rebuked her, he, however, seemed satisfied.

"My reign will end with my death, which will be in a few years at the latest. I will not beget an heir to whom I can pass on my philosophy of ruling, the values that are essential. My sister's husband and his greed will sit on the throne, and Jerusalem will fall." He said calmly, as if he were telling her about the weather, his fingers clad in a white silk glove tapping rhythmically against the table top.

She swallowed hard, feeling a squeeze in her heart, wondering if perhaps the reason he had summoned her was quite different from what she had suspected.

"What shall I do, my King?" She asked, and he laughed again, louder this time, looking at her as if something in her question gave him pleasure.

"Your devotion rejoices my heart. Do not think, however, that you will hear from me an order that would condemn you to eternal damnation. I could not then leave this world in peace. No. I wish that when I disappear, someone will watch over my sister. To help her escape when all is lost here, no matter what her husband will desire. Do you understand what I have in mind?" He asked softly, and she nodded, thinking she felt more respect towards him than ever.

"Yes, my King." She replied.

He smiled at her words, she saw it in his gaze. She lifted her gaze higher, towards the windows by which the shoots of dried lavender hung, surrounding them with a pleasant, refreshing scent.

"I had these beautiful flowers brought in from far away. They mask well the unpleasant ailments of my illness on hot days. The smell of rotting flesh is one of the most disgusting to man, for nature equates it with spoiled food from which he can die." He explained, and she looked at him in disbelief, feeling hot shame ripple through her body at his words.

His suffering must have been unimaginable.

"Knights praise their own greatness and bravery during battles wishing for songs to be sung about them. I, for one, hope to hear songs about Baldwin IV, a wise and prudent King, a merciful Monarch who fought each day with his own suffering and triumphed. I do not know the words that can convey my admiration for your person." She mouthed in a trembling voice, feeling that her hands lying on her thighs were quivering all over with emotion, burning tears for some reason squeezed under her eyelids.

The King looked at her for a long moment in silence, something in his gaze that made her feel a pleasant tingling in her fingertips.

"Your soul is as beautiful as your body. You are like a breath of cool wind on a hot day. I am grateful to you for allowing me to experience this joy."

As she left his chamber, for some reason she burst out crying.

She could not understand why: it seemed to her that her heart squeezed all over in pain, not only out of compassion, but also out of a sense of injustice that a man so great and enlightened was experiencing undeserved torment every day.

Or was it through his ordeal that he became such a man, such a King?

If the gates of the Kingdom of Heaven were to open before anyone in the second life, it was before him, she thought.

That night she could not sleep: she was ashamed of herself for thinking about him. She tried not to pay attention to men, knowing their nature, knowing that they might consider it an invitation on her part to sin.

However, the time she spent with him, although she might perceive his words as ambiguous, seemed to her something almost spiritual, a moment of awakening, as if she had been in a half-sleep until the moment she looked into his eyes.

His gaze would find her in the audience among the other servants and ladies of the court. She knew this because his eyes stopped on her face, and although he listened intently to what his subjects were saying to him, she knew that for that one moment he was focused only on her.

The flutter of her heart shamed her, allowing her to realise that, like a flower, a warm and pleasant feeling was blossoming within her, coming from God.

"You occupy my brother's thoughts. He follows you with his eyes." Said Sibylla as they walked together through the corridors of the great, cold stone fortress.

"It was not my desire to distract him from the affairs of the Kingdom." She confessed with shame, entwining her fingers on her womb, looking sadly at her fingers. His sister snorted at her words.

"Jerusalem is destroying him. It is the Kingdom that is his disease. He has taken upon himself all its sins, purified it. He gave it years of peace and dignity." She said with a pain from which she felt a sting in her heart.

Why was it that whenever she thought of him she wanted to cry?

"I want to relieve him." She said finally, looking at her uncertainly, afraid of how the words sounded when they left her mouth. Sibylla stopped, looking at her with furrowed brows.

"Don't be a fool. My brother will not condemn you to a fate similar to his own."

"There are many ways to experience relief. You said so yourself, Princess."

Sibylla looked at her thoughtfully and after a moment nodded, giving her wordless consent to whatever she wished to do.

The trust she had in her intimidated her.

As the siblings' chambers were next to each other, walking along the corridor from one quarters to the other was not a problem for her – Sibylla dismissed her guards so that no one could see in what negligee she went to the king's chamber.

Her long hair was loose, her body covered only by a thin nightgown, rubbed with fragrant oils, on her shoulders a cashmere shawl with which she covered herself to protect herself from the cold.

When she closed the door behind her and turned to face him, his eyes were wide in shock. He was silent for a moment, clearly not knowing what to say.

"No." He said finally. "Go back to your chamber."

"I have not come to you to sin. Does the sight of me disgust you, my King?" She asked in a trembling voice, feeling that she was breathing heavily through her mouth, her heart pounding like mad in her chest.

She saw something in his gaze that looked like he felt pain, his figure creased slightly, as if he had run out of strength.

"God created you to subject me to the ultimate trial. He is torturing me like Job."

She felt a single, warm, heavy tear run down her cheek at his words, her body trembling all over, hot and cold at the same time with desire, though she did not know what kind or what was causing it.

"God sent me to soothe your suffering." She whispered.

They looked at each other like that for a long moment that lasted an eternity, and only after a while did she realise that his silence was due to the fact that he wanted whatever she was going to do to be due to her free will. Therefore, she moved tentatively towards his bed, on which she saw a clean, snow-white sheets, and lay down on her back, putting her shawl aside.

She looked up at him – his gaze was fixed on her, his silhouette sitting in a chair by the window frozen in stillness, the whiteness of his attire seeming to her to shine amidst the candles and the surrounding darkness of the night.

She swallowed hard, feeling the dryness in her throat as her fingers lifted to the ties of her nightgown – she untied the knot, a pleasant squeeze spreading between her thighs, something sticky beginning to leak from it onto the sheet beneath her buttocks.

"– does what I am doing disgust you, my King? – is it a sin? –" She asked, sliding the thin material off her shoulders in a gentle, soft motion, unashamedly revealing her plump, sweet breasts. His gaze fled to them, as if what he had just seen simultaneously terrified and excited him.

"– looking at you, all I feel is desire – it's me sinning in my mind, not you –" He whispered so that she barely heard him, his hand sliding from the table top to his thigh.

Though she knew it was wrong, her whole body screamed, wanting him to touch her, to check for himself how soft and warm her flesh was, her moist, swollen womanhood, pulsing around nothing in desire.

"– not just you, Your Grace –" She muttered in a trembling voice, shamefully mimicking his movements, her long, small fingers sliding down her belly between her thighs, sinking into her warm folds like the moist flesh of an exotic fruit.

His head bowed as they both made a strange, unnatural sound full of surprise at the same moment, a moan as if they had caused each other pain, but yet all she could feel was a wonderful, hot tingling in her quivering womanhood, in her lips, in her nipples, in the tips of her fingertips.

He did not allow her to look at what he was touching under the material of his robe, she could however see the shape of that part of his body outlined on the material – his manhood was long and fat like a piece of stick, growing larger and larger with each squeeze of his hand.

She threw her head back, imagining feeling something that big inside her, in an involuntary reflex finding with her fingertips her puffy slit, slick and tight, resisting her as she tried to slide it inside her.

"– let me see –" He whispered, as if asking for something dirty, disgusting, repulsive.

She, however, felt only the heat of pleasure at his words shake her body – her thighs involuntarily parted, her legs bent at the knees allowing her nightgown to shamelessly reveal all that only her husband should be able to look at.

She felt tears under her eyelids at the thought of wanting to be his wife.

"– you have my love, my King – you have my heart –" She breathed out, digging her fingers deeper into the delicate structure of her folds, teasing again and again the small bud from which her body went through shivers of wonderful, familiar pleasure.

His eyes were fixed on what was between her thighs, his gaze hazy and hot, his breath heavy, the sound of his hand smacking against his flesh sticky and lewd.

"– like the inside of a ripe fruit – like Eve in paradise –" He breathed out, staring at her as if he were looking at something delightful, accelerating the splats of his hand with a low grunt of pleasure. "– so beautiful –"

She felt a thrill of pleasure shake her, shivers ran through her cheeks, breasts and legs at his words, so shameless and yet poetic, beautiful, like the Song of Songs of King David.

"– her breasts are like two fawns –" She hummed, quoting one of the biblical verses, the gaze of her King again fixed on her face, full of fire, heavenly or infernal. "– like twin fawns of a gazelle that browse among the lilies –"

"– her lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb – milk and honey are under her tongue –" He whispered in reply, quoting another of the songs from the manuscript, making her involuntarily allow her own fingers to invade her insides at last.

She threw her head back with a girlish moan, her free hand gripping the frame of his bed, rolling her hips back and forth, stretching her tight interior with the sticky clicks of her wetness.

"– she is a spring enclosed – a sealed fountain –" He muttered and let out a low, helpless groan of relief, leaning down, his hand lying on the table top clenched into a fist.

She felt a wonderful convulsion shake her body at his words, her fleshy, moist walls beginning to throb and clench around her own fingers.

She imagined that her body had just sucked his seed deep inside her, which would take root in her like a tree, giving him a future and an inheritance.

She moaned as she felt her pleasure reach its peak, seeing for a moment only the darkness before her eyes – her fingers, all wet with her moisture stroked for a moment more the little spot deep inside her, her whole body hot and sweaty from the exertion.

Her release was wonderful and sweet, as if she had tasted the most delicious of fruits.

She opened her eyes and met his gaze, his figure relaxed and spread out comfortably on the chair, his hand laid back on its armrest, his glove sticky with something pearly and shiny.

They breathed loudly for a while, just watching each other – she decided not to cover her body, wanting to give him that pleasure, wishing only his gaze could see her like this.

Bare.

He sighed quietly, cocking his head, his gaze satisfied, indicating that he had clearly made a decision in his heart.

"– I will marry you tomorrow at dawn –"

She blinked and raised herself up on her elbows, horrified.

"– my King – that's not –"

"– I know that this was not your intention – I also know that you will understand that it will be a white marriage, which I will declare to all and sundry – you will not lose your maidenhood – you will not bear me children – the Kingdom will treat you after my death as a saint who stood by the dying King in his misery – when I join my Father in the Heavens, you will be free to remarry –" He explained and she shook her head, feeling offended by his words.

"– I will not take another husband –"

He fell silent and swallowed hard, as if something in the certainty in which she said this moved him deeply.

"– very well – I have only one condition: you will never take off my mask – not even after my death – you will see me as I am only in the Kingdom of Heaven –"

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