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Under the Dining Table

Summary: A casual dinner with friends takes an unexpected turn when Harry’s hand finds its way under your dress. What starts as a teasing touch quickly escalates into a dangerous game, his fingers stroking you in slow, torturous movements while you struggle to keep your composure. The thrill of getting caught only fuels the fire between you, and when dinner finally ends, Harry wastes no time dragging you into a private space to finish what he started.

A/N: So, uh… I was supposed to be writing something wholesome, but my brain took a sharp left turn into filthville, and here we are. 🫣 Blame Harry, not me. (Actually, blame me—I had way too much fun writing this.) not proofread so sorry!!

Also, OMG?? I hit 500 followers?!? WHAT?!? Thank you all so much for being here, for reading my unhinged little stories, and for enabling my questionable life choices. As a token of my appreciation, here’s an extra post—filled with chaos, tension, and Harry being an absolute menace. Enjoy, you heathens. 😈🔥

P.S. If you get caught reading this in public, that’s on you. I take no responsibility. 👀

Word Count: 6k

Warnings:

Explicit Smut!

Public teasing (Harry has no shame, and neither do you)

Filthy behavior at the dinner table (do NOT try this at a family gathering)

The risk of getting caught (adds to the thrill, obviously)

Harry being an absolute menace (as usual)

Y/N struggling to keep a straight face (good luck with that)

Zero self-control (from both of you, let’s be honest)

Possible secondhand embarrassment (for the poor, unsuspecting dinner guests)

You will never look at dinner the same way again (hope it was worth it)

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The dinner starts off casually—wine is poured, conversations flow, and laughter fills the air. The restaurant hums with soft chatter, the low flicker of candlelight reflecting in the deep red of your wine glass. Plates clink, silverware scrapes, and the warm scent of roasted garlic and fresh herbs lingers in the air.

It’s meant to be just another dinner with friends, nothing out of the ordinary. A night to unwind, to catch up after weeks of conflicting schedules. Harry’s bandmates are here—Mitch, Sarah, Ny, Pauli, Adam, and Elin. The whole crew, filling out the long table with easy conversation and shared memories from tour.

And yet… there’s an underlying charge.

It started small, like a current building beneath the surface. Harry had been seated beside you by chance—an open seat, a last-minute rearrangement. But now, everything about his presence feels intentional.

The way he sat just close enough for his knee to brush yours under the table.

The way his fingers toyed absentmindedly with the rim of his glass, his rings catching the low light.

The way his cologne—deep, woodsy, and devastatingly familiar—lingered between you every time he shifted in his seat.

You try to ignore it, try to focus on the conversation. Mitch is recounting a story from tour, something about a hotel mix-up that left him and Harry in the wrong rooms, and Sarah is already laughing before he even gets to the punchline.

You laugh too, swirling your wine in your glass, willing yourself to stay grounded in the moment.

But then, there’s him.

Harry leans back in his chair, one arm slung casually over the backrest, his fingers just barely grazing your exposed shoulder. He’s listening, engaging, but you catch the flicker of his gaze drifting—not to Mitch, not to anyone else at the table.

To you.

You don’t have to look to know he’s taking in every inch of your outfit. The silk of your dress—delicate, effortless. Thin straps, a neckline that just barely toes the line of appropriate, a hem that rides a little higher when you cross your legs.

And then, finally—finally—he speaks.

His lips brush your ear, voice smooth, controlled. Dangerous.

"You knew what you were doing when you put this on, didn’t you?"

It’s not really a question.

Your breath catches—just slightly—but you school your features, keeping them neutral as you bring your glass to your lips. The wine is rich, dry, but it does little to soothe the heat crawling up your spine.

"No idea what you’re talking about," you murmur, voice even.

A low hum rumbles in his throat, amused but unconvinced. His fingers—slow, calculated—skim the edge of your knee beneath the table, barely there.

You know it’s deliberate.

He knows you know.

"Right." He exhales softly, tilting his head, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk. "Just a coincidence, then?"

His fingers brush higher. The tiniest movement. Just enough to make your pulse stutter.

"That this dress is driving me absolutely fucking insane?"

It’s maddening.

The setting, the people, the complete normalcy of the moment contrasted with the way his words slip beneath your skin like a match to gasoline.

The conversation around you continues uninterrupted. Pauli is cracking a joke. Sarah is leaning into Mitch. Ny is scrolling through something on her phone, laughing under her breath.

No one notices the way Harry’s touch lingers.

No one hears the unspoken promise laced in his voice.

But you feel it.

And when his fingers—light as a whisper—drag another inch up your thigh, your breath hitches just enough for him to notice.

The smirk that spreads across his lips is slow, knowing. He doesn’t push further. Doesn’t need to.

You know exactly what kind of night this is going to be.

It starts small—his pinky brushing against yours as he reaches for his drink. A small spark. A warning.

It could have been accidental, a mere slip of movement, but you both know better. The heat from his skin lingers even after the briefest touch, and your stomach clenches as your fingers flex against the stem of your wine glass.

You should pull away. Create distance. But you don’t.

Instead, you let the moment stretch, let it settle between you like the space between lightning and thunder. A crackling anticipation, thick and waiting to strike.

Then, his hand rests on your knee. Innocent at first. A casual gesture.

It would mean nothing if it were anyone else. A natural movement, a simple touch. But it’s Harry. And his hand—warm, heavy, deliberate—burns through the silk of your dress like an unspoken promise.

You keep your focus on the conversation around you. Mitch is talking about the festival lineup for next summer. Pauli and Adam are debating whether they should get another round of drinks. Sarah is laughing at something Elin said.

And Harry?

Harry is pretending he isn’t setting your body on fire under the table.

Then, his fingers slowly drag higher.

It’s subtle, measured, the kind of touch that feels unbearably slow because you’re already hyper-aware of it.

The first few inches are nothing—just the soft press of his fingertips against your bare skin. But then, he parts your legs just slightly. A silent question.

You inhale sharply, barely a sound, but enough for Harry to catch it. His lips twitch, amused.

Your brain is screaming at you to stop this before it goes too far. Before someone notices.

But instead, you let your legs fall further apart.

The moment you do, he exhales a quiet chuckle. Low, smug, so quiet only you can hear it. His fingertips dance along the inside of your thigh, teasing at the hem of your dress.

You can’t focus on anything else.

The conversation at the table continues as if nothing is happening. You nod along, force a small laugh at something Mitch says. But the second his fingers slip just beneath the fabric, pressing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, your grip on your wine glass tightens.

Your pulse is pounding in your ears.

You’re mid-sentence—mid-fucking-sentence—when you feel it. The softest graze of Harry’s fingers under the table.

Your body jolts in response.

It’s casual at first, almost innocent, as if he’s just adjusting his position. But then his fingers start tracing small, lazy circles over your bare skin.

You shoot him a look. A warning. A silent What the fuck do you think you’re doing?

But Harry? Harry doesn’t even glance at you.

His attention is fixed across the table, his expression easy, relaxed, engaged in conversation like he isn’t currently driving you absolutely insane.

The pads of his fingers press into your thigh, massaging slow, deliberate strokes.

You swallow hard, shifting in your seat, trying—failing—to pretend your body isn’t already reacting to his touch.

Then, he squeezes.

Firm. Just enough pressure to send a rush of heat down your spine.

And when his thumb drags up, up, up, pushing the silk of your dress just a little higher—

You realize you are completely and utterly fucked.

His fingers travel higher, skimming where you need him most, but he doesn’t give in. Instead, he taps his fingers—just barely touching over your underwear.

The teasing, the unbearable lightness of his touch, sends a slow, torturous ache through you. You let out the softest exhale, shifting slightly, but it only encourages him.

His breath is warm against your ear as he murmurs, “Keep still, sweetheart.”

Your pulse hammers. He’s playing a dangerous game, and you’re too far gone to stop him.

He keeps his touch featherlight, circling over your already damp panties, and your thighs clench involuntarily. He notices. Of course, he notices. The smug amusement radiates off him, the slight twitch of his lips betraying how much he enjoys this.

Across the table, someone calls your name, and you have to steady yourself before answering. Your voice is barely even, and Harry grins when he feels your body tense at the effort.

His fingers inch higher, slipping beneath the fabric of your dress. The shift is so small, so subtle, yet it sends a shiver down your spine. Your breath catches, but you try to remain still.

He leans in, lips just barely brushing your ear, voice low and teasing. “You’re so quiet. Something wrong, love?”

You glare at him, but it only makes him smirk. His fingers slide higher, the tips of them teasing the very edge of your underwear, and you fight the urge to squirm.

He resumes eating with his free hand, completely unbothered, while his fingers continue their slow exploration.

You try to focus on the conversation, to process whatever meaningless small talk is happening around you, but it’s impossible when he drags his fingertips along the inside of your thigh, getting dangerously close.

The heat between your legs is unbearable. The anticipation is excruciating. And worst of all—he knows it.

Harry’s fingers finally push your underwear aside, fingertips dipping between your folds, just enough to coat them in your arousal. The first contact makes your entire body jolt, and you have to bite down on your lip to keep from making a sound.

His touch is light, exploratory. He’s taking his time, as if memorizing every slick detail, as if he has all night to play with you like this. A single finger traces over your clit, slow and deliberate, and you swallow hard, your grip tightening around your fork. You focus on the weight of it in your hand, anything to distract yourself from the way he’s barely moving, barely giving you enough, but somehow, it’s already making you dizzy.

Your body responds instinctively, hips tilting toward him, chasing more friction, but he denies you that, keeping his touch featherlight. The smug bastard. His lips part slightly as he watches you struggle, his amusement barely concealed beneath the practiced ease of his expression. He’s reveling in this, in you.

"So wet for me already," he whispers, voice so low only you can hear. His breath ghosts over your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

Your fingers twitch under the table, reaching for his wrist. Your nails dig into his skin, but you don’t push him away. You couldn’t, even if you wanted to. Instead, you squeeze your thighs around his hand, a silent, desperate plea for more. He chuckles, the sound deep and knowing, vibrating straight through you.

His smirk deepens. “Needy little thing.”

Before you can snap back at him—not that you can form words right now anyway—he finally gives you what you want. His finger dips inside, slow and unhurried, sinking into your heat with a teasing curl. The stretch is minimal, barely anything compared to what you need, but it still steals your breath. A small, sharp inhale betrays you, and Harry has to bite back a laugh.

You’re completely at his mercy, caught between maintaining composure and succumbing to the slow, torturous pleasure he’s giving you. He works you slowly, teasingly, his finger slipping in and out with an agonizing lack of urgency. Every now and then, he curls it just right, pressing against a spot that makes your toes curl inside your heels. Your thighs tremble as you struggle to keep yourself still, as if staying quiet and composed will keep you from fully unraveling.

Meanwhile, the conversation around you continues as if nothing is happening. You try to focus, try to pick up on any part of it, but the words slip past you, meaningless and distant. Your plate is in front of you, the food untouched. You attempt to lift your fork, to act normal, but the second he drags his fingertip along that spot again, your grip falters. The fork nearly clatters against your plate, and you stiffen.

Harry chuckles under his breath, entirely too pleased with himself.

You shoot him a glare from the corner of your eye, but it only fuels his amusement. He’s enjoying this, savoring the way you struggle, the way your body reacts despite your best efforts to fight it.

Then—just as you’re about to lose control, just as your body begins to tighten around him, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter—he pulls away.

You nearly whimper at the loss, at the way the heat between your legs turns into a dull, aching throb. Your chest rises and falls, breath unsteady, hands gripping the edge of your dress in frustration. You dare to glance at him, and he’s already looking at you, smug as ever. He lifts his hand, slipping his finger into his mouth, eyes locked on yours as he tastes you.

Then, as if nothing happened at all, he picks up his fork and resumes eating.

Then—just as you’re about to lose control, just as your body begins to tighten around him, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter—he pulls away.

Then, as if nothing happened at all, he picks up his fork and resumes eating.

You shoot him a glare, but he just shrugs, sipping his wine like nothing happened.

"Be good," he mutters, adjusting himself in his seat. "I’ll take care of you properly when we get home."

But two can play that game. You shift in your seat, letting your hand casually drop under the table—right onto his thigh.

His jaw tightens, a quiet warning.

You lean in, lips grazing his ear. "Don’t start something you can’t finish, baby."

His eyes darken instantly.

The night just got a lot more interesting.

Your fingers move with a lazy purpose, tracing circles along the inside of his thigh. You can feel the tension in his muscles, how hard he’s fighting to keep his composure. But you don’t stop. If he wants to play, so will you.

His fingers flex around his fork, knuckles turning white as you inch higher, teasing him the same way he teased you. His chest rises in a slow, measured breath, but you know him too well—he’s struggling.

“Careful,” he warns, voice a quiet growl only meant for you. “You don’t want to test me, sweetheart.”

You smirk, pressing a little firmer, feeling how hard he is beneath the fabric. “Oh, but I do.”

The conversation carries on around you, oblivious to the war happening beneath the table. You keep your touches light, teasing, making sure no one notices. The power shift makes you bold. You lean in, lips brushing against his jaw as you whisper, “You started it.”

His jaw clenches, his entire body thrumming with restraint. He doesn’t respond, just downs the rest of his wine and places the glass back onto the table with slow, deliberate ease.

Eventually, the dinner winds down. Harry is quiet as you exchange goodbyes, polite and composed, but you can see the storm brewing in his eyes. You drag out the farewells just to see how far you can push him.

By the time you slide into the car, the air is thick with tension. The driver pulls away, and you barely have a second to process before Harry’s hand is on your thigh, his grip bruising.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” he mutters, low and dangerous.

You bite your lip, trying to suppress a smile. “A little.”

He exhales sharply through his nose, his fingers digging in just enough to make you shiver. He doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t need to. The promise in his touch is enough.

The ride is painfully silent. His fingers remain on your thigh, possessive and unmoving, like a silent warning.

As soon as the front door shuts, Harry is on you.

His hands find your waist with ease, firm and possessive, and before you can even think of teasing him further, he spins you around, pressing you against the nearest wall. The air between you is thick with tension, the kind that had been simmering beneath the surface all evening, igniting fully the moment you stepped inside. Your breath hitches, chest rising and falling with anticipation as he cages you in with his body, broad and unyielding.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” His voice is low, rough—nothing like the teasing murmur he used over dinner, when he was playing along with your little game. Now, there’s no mistaking it; he’s done playing.

A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips despite the heat crawling up your neck. You love pushing him just to see how far he’ll go, love the way his patience snaps like a tight string pulled too far. “A little,” you hum, letting your voice drip with defiance.

His jaw clenches, the muscle ticking in irritation—or maybe something darker. His fingers flex at your hips, gripping tighter, holding you still against the wall. He leans in, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear, warm breath sending a shiver down your spine.

“You have no idea what you’ve just done, sweetheart.”

The words send a thrill straight through you, pooling heat in your stomach. He doesn’t wait for a response. His hands are already moving, one sliding around to the small of your back, the other dipping lower, skimming the hem of your dress. He tugs it up just enough to expose more of your thigh, his fingers teasing the bare skin there, deliberate and slow.

“You think I wouldn’t notice?” he murmurs, his mouth trailing down, barely brushing the sensitive skin beneath your jaw. A shiver racks through you when his teeth catch just slightly, enough to make you gasp. “You in this dress, looking at me like that all night? Saying all those things just to get a rise out of me?”

You swallow hard, trying to steady your breathing, but it’s impossible when he’s this close, when his presence alone makes your knees weak. “And what if I was?” you challenge, your voice barely above a whisper.

A sharp exhale leaves him, and then his hips press against yours, pinning you in place. There’s no mistaking the hard evidence of exactly what you’ve done to him. “Then you’re about to find out exactly what that does to me.”

His hand trails higher, fingertips ghosting over the inside of your thigh, making you arch into his touch instinctively. The anticipation alone is enough to have you breathless, every nerve in your body hyper-aware of his movements, his touch, his voice.

“Tell me, love,” he murmurs, tilting your chin up with his fingers so you have no choice but to meet his gaze. It’s dark, smoldering, filled with something just on the edge of restraint. “Did you wear this just for me?”

Your heart pounds against your ribs as you bite your lip. “Maybe.”

His eyes darken further, and the corner of his mouth lifts in something that isn’t quite a smile. “You like teasing me?” His grip tightens slightly, thumb stroking over your jaw before trailing down the column of your throat, a silent reminder of just how in control he is.

You don’t answer. You can’t. Not when he’s looking at you like that, not when he’s so close, his lips hovering just over yours, waiting, daring you to break first.

“Because that little game you played at dinner?” His voice is lower now, thicker, dripping with the kind of promise that makes your stomach flip. “That’s going to cost you.”

And then his lips crash onto yours, all restraint snapping in an instant. His hands are everywhere—gripping, exploring, claiming—while his body presses you deeper against the wall, as if he can’t get close enough. You melt into him, into the heat, into the way his mouth moves against yours, demanding and desperate all at once.

He’s not just kissing you. He’s consuming you.

His hands slide up your thighs, pushing your dress higher, bunching the fabric at your hips. His touch is searing, fingers dragging along your skin with purpose, igniting a fire beneath every inch they explore. The rough pads of his fingers contrast against the softness of your skin, teasing, pressing, exploring. His grip on your ass is firm, squeezing possessively before delivering a sharp slap that makes you gasp, the sting fading into a pulsing warmth that sends a fresh wave of arousal through you.

He chuckles darkly at your reaction, his knee pressing between your legs, forcing them further apart. The pressure is just enough to keep you aching for more, but not enough to satisfy the growing need inside you. "Look at you," he murmurs, his fingers grazing up the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, slow and deliberate. "Still soaked for me. Such a desperate little thing, aren’t you?"

Heat surges through you at his words, your body betraying just how much his teasing affects you. His fingers skim over the damp fabric of your underwear, feeling the evidence of your arousal. He tuts, shaking his head as if disappointed. "I barely touched you at dinner, and you were ready to come undone right there in front of everyone." His voice is thick with amusement, but there’s something darker beneath it—something possessive, something that tells you he’s going to make you pay for every second of your teasing.

You shift against him, trying to grind against his knee, searching for any kind of relief, but his grip tightens instantly. "Uh-uh. You’re not in control, baby. I am."

With a quick, decisive movement, he hooks his fingers into your underwear and rips them down, the fabric sliding down your legs to pool at your ankles. The cool air against your exposed skin makes you shiver, but it’s nothing compared to the way his fingers brush over your folds, spreading your wetness, teasing, never quite giving you what you need. His touch is maddening, featherlight strokes that keep you on edge, keep you trembling with anticipation.

"I should bend you over this table and fuck you right here," he muses, voice dripping with authority, with the promise of something utterly sinful. "But that would be too easy."

Instead, he sinks to his knees before you, his broad hands gripping your thighs, keeping them spread. The sight of him there, between your legs, dark curls falling over his forehead, eyes burning with hunger—it’s almost too much. He looks at you like you’re something to be worshipped, but also something to be broken apart, unraveled slowly, piece by piece.

His lips brush against your inner thigh, his breath warm and teasing. His tongue flicks out, barely grazing your clit, making you jolt, a whimper escaping before you can stop it. But just as quickly as you feel him—he’s gone, pulling back with a smirk. "No, not yet."

A desperate sound catches in your throat as he licks up your arousal but never gives you the pressure you’re desperate for. He drags it out, taking his time, teasing you mercilessly. Every time your hips buck, every time you try to chase his mouth, he pulls away, making you suffer in the best way possible.

"Told you, baby," he murmurs, his voice low and taunting. His lips hover just above where you need him most, his breath sending shivers through your body. "You don’t get to be greedy."

He waits, watching you tremble beneath his touch, watching your chest rise and fall in ragged breaths. He wants you on the edge, wants you desperate, wants you aching for him in a way that borders on unbearable. And he won’t give in—not yet.

Not until you’re completely undone for him.

And then, finally, he gives in.

His lips wrap around your clit, sucking it into his mouth with just the right amount of pressure. At the same time, two of his fingers slide inside you, stretching you open, filling you in a way that has your back arching off the surface behind you. The moan that rips from your throat is wrecked, raw, and needy, the sound of pure surrender.

He groans in response, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure through your body. His free hand grips your hip tightly, holding you in place as your thighs threaten to snap shut around his head. But he doesn’t let you—he keeps you open, keeps you exposed, keeps you right where he wants you.

His fingers move with precision, curling just right, pressing against that perfect spot deep inside you over and over. Every movement, every stroke, every flick of his tongue is deliberate, calculated to drive you closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, you’re clenching so tight," he murmurs against you, his breath hot against your slick skin. "You gonna come for me, love?"

You nod frantically, your hands scrambling for something—anything—to hold on to. His hair, the edge of the table, the fabric of his shirt—none of it is enough to ground you as the pleasure builds, higher and higher, coiling tight in your stomach, threatening to snap.

And then—

He pulls away completely.

A choked, frustrated whimper leaves your lips, your body trembling, aching for release. But he only smirks, standing up slowly, towering over you as he watches you struggle to catch your breath.

"Did you think I’d let you come that easy?" he taunts, his voice dripping with amusement, but there’s an unmistakable edge beneath it. His hand grips your jaw, tilting your face up to his. His thumb brushes over your swollen bottom lip. "After the shit you pulled tonight?"

You barely have time to process the question before he reaches for his belt, unfastening it with slow, deliberate movements. The sound of the leather sliding through the loops sends a shiver down your spine, your thighs squeezing together instinctively.

"On your knees." His voice is dangerously low, dark and commanding, leaving no room for argument.

You obey instantly, your body reacting on pure instinct. Lust pools in your stomach as you watch him pull his cock free, thick and already leaking at the tip. The sight of him, flushed and hard, makes your mouth water, your tongue darting out to wet your lips as you look up at him with wide, wanting eyes.

He drags the head of his cock over your lips, smearing precum across them, teasing you just as much as he had been before. "Open up, baby," he murmurs, his tone deceptively soft, laced with something darker. "Since you wanna be a tease so bad, let’s see how well you use that mouth."

You part your lips obediently, your tongue flicking out to taste him before you take him in, inch by inch. You hollow your cheeks, sucking him in deeper, your throat stretching to accommodate his size. A low groan rumbles from his chest, his head tilting back slightly as his fingers tangle into your hair.

"Fuck—just like that, sweetheart," he rasps, his hand pressing lightly against the back of your head, guiding your movements. "Such a good little thing for me now, huh?"

He pulls you off with a slick pop, his hand shifting to your chin, tilting your face up so you have no choice but to look at him. His thumb drags across your swollen lips, smearing the mess of saliva and precum. His gaze darkens, heat rolling off of him in waves. "Think you’re ready to take what I owe you?"

Your breath catches, anticipation coiling in your stomach as he helps you up, guiding you onto shaky legs. His grip is firm as he spins you around and bends you over the dining table, pressing your chest to the cool surface. He doesn’t hesitate, one large palm sliding up your back before retreating, only to come down hard against your ass. The sharp crack echoes through the room, a stinging warmth blossoming across your skin.

"That’s for making me hard in public," he growls, kneading the flesh before landing another slap, watching the way your body jolts in response.

Before you can even catch your breath, he lines himself up and thrusts forward, slamming into you in one deep, punishing stroke. The force of it knocks the air from your lungs, a wrecked moan spilling from your lips as he fills you completely, stretching you to the point of delicious discomfort. He doesn’t ease you into it, doesn’t give you time to adjust—not after the way you teased him all night.

His grip is bruising, fingers digging into your hips as he sets a relentless pace, each thrust deep and deliberate, pushing you further into the table with every snap of his hips. He’s merciless, his restraint completely shattered, taking exactly what he’s been aching for.

"You feel that, love?" he rasps, voice thick with lust. "That’s what happens when you tease me all night."

A whimper leaves you, nails scratching against the wooden surface as he presses a hand to your lower stomach. He groans when he feels himself moving inside you, the pressure making your walls flutter around him. "Right here, yeah? You feel me right here?"

You can barely think, let alone respond. Your head falls forward, breath coming in short, desperate pants as pleasure coils tighter and tighter. He’s everywhere—overwhelming, consuming, ruining you in the best possible way.

"You’re gonna come like this," he grits out, his rhythm unrelenting. "Stretched around my cock, taking every inch like a good girl."

His fingers slip between your legs, finding your clit with expert precision, rubbing tight, insistent circles that have you teetering on the edge almost instantly. The combination of it all—his deep, punishing thrusts, the way he’s stretching you, the possessive grip on your body—sends you spiraling.

Your orgasm slams into you, pleasure crashing over you in waves, your walls clenching around him as you fall apart. A strangled moan tears from your throat, your body trembling beneath him.

"That’s it, baby—fuck, that’s my girl," he groans, his thrusts growing erratic, deeper, rougher as he chases his own release. He buries himself to the hilt, his grip tightening as his hips stutter, his cock pulsing inside you as he spills deep, a broken moan escaping his lips.

For a moment, neither of you move, both of you breathless and spent. His hands glide over your back, soothing, grounding, before he leans down, pressing a lingering kiss between your shoulder blades.

"You okay, sweetheart?" he murmurs, his voice softer now, tinged with something warm.

You hum in response, a lazy, satisfied smile tugging at your lips. "More than okay."

He doesn’t pull out right away. Instead, he stays inside you, his body pressed flush against yours, his breaths warm and uneven against your shoulder. His lips, still swollen from earlier kisses, brush over your spine—soft, reverent, like he’s memorizing you with every touch.

"You okay, love?" His voice is lower now, tender in a way that contrasts with the way he had just unraveled you. His hands move over your waist, slow and soothing, fingertips tracing lazy patterns along your skin as if grounding you both in the aftershocks.

You nod, a satisfied hum vibrating in your throat. "Better than okay."

A pleased sound rumbles in his chest before he finally pulls out, a groan slipping from his lips as he watches the way his release spills from you. His fingers brush over your inner thigh, as if resisting the urge to push it back inside. His jaw tightens, his pupils blown wide with something both possessive and enamored.

“Fuck—you look so pretty like this.”

Before you can respond, he scoops you up effortlessly, carrying you to the bed like you weigh nothing. The mattress dips as he lays you down with care, his touch never leaving you. He disappears for only a moment, and when he returns, the cool press of a warm, damp cloth against your skin makes you shiver. He cleans you up gently, his fingers barely grazing over sensitive spots, his touch tender despite the wicked gleam still lingering in his eyes.

Once he’s satisfied, he tosses the cloth aside and pulls you against him, tucking you into his chest. His arms wrap around you like he’s afraid you’ll slip away, one hand splaying over your lower back while the other tangles into your hair. His lips press against your temple, murmuring something too quiet to catch, but the warmth in his voice says enough.

"Next time, you behave at dinner," he mutters, amusement lacing his tone, though there’s an edge of warning beneath it.

A smirk tugs at your lips as you trail a teasing finger over his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your touch. "No promises."

His chuckle is low and dangerous, vibrating against your skin as he tilts your chin up to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark with promise, his fingers tightening ever so slightly against your hip.

"Good," he murmurs, voice husky and laced with anticipation. "I like a challenge."

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Updating the Fanfic!

“Got You” Part 4 - 8.3k words

Finally chapters and epilogue!

Note - I am working on writing dialogue heavy scenes in my novels, I apologize if anything seems stilted or needs work & welcome any feedback as always

🚨Very mature content ahead! No one under 18, sorry!🚨

Chapter 7

Aurora POV

“Josh…”

“We don *have* to say anything specific. These things, it’s just gonna be hard to keep it from Jon anyway. Can’t ever hide shit from each other.”

I nodded but it didn’t make me feel any better. It was easy to accept that he had strong bonds to his family, I just didn’t know how that felt. Everything still felt new and raw, I wasn’t even a whole 72 hours into this relationship before he’s talking about letting people know. It felt rushed and I couldn’t tell if I would feel that way normally or just because of the situation.

“Okay.” His eyes narrowed, my tone must not have been very convincing.

“Bullshit. You better learn t’speak up for yourself ‘round here.”

Crossing my arms I tried to force the words out of my throat. It wasn’t easy, I’d never been asked directly how I felt about things. Not unless I was going to be punished for those feelings.

“Promise you won’t be angry?”

Understanding dawned in his eyes and his whole face softened. Gently he tucked a loose strand of my crazy hair behind an ear. “Promise.”

“It feels rushed. This-us-I don’t even know what we are. I don’t know what’s safe to assume or not. I’m nervous. What if they don’t like me? Or thin-mmph!”

Josh cut me off by pressing his lips to mine with a grin. His hands ran gently over my arms and back up to stop at my shoulders with a comforting pressure. “Relax baby girl. You and Trinity are gonna make a great team and Jon’s gon love you just because. It’s me they’re gonna be mad at.”

That didn’t make sense. Why would they be mad at him when he’d saved me? “Why?”

With a groan he swiped a hand over his face. “Cuz anyone with sense would assume I’m completely takin advantage of you. Hell I am. Never shoulda touched you.”

Tears built in my eyes as fear rippled through me again when his face became clouded with guilt. What if he decided he didn’t really want me or this was all too wrong? I didn’t want that. My heart hurt at the thought of not feeling him close anymore.

“But-but-“

“Shhh, baby.” His calloused hands cupped my face and his thumbs ran along my jaw. “Doesn’t mean I plan t’stop.”

My emotions were a roller coaster and I really didn’t appreciate him sending me for another loop. I reared back and punched him in the shoulder, not hard enough apparently, but he was right again about winning games. He acted as if I’d dislocated it, making a dramatic noise and falling to his knees in front of me, effective in making me laugh as he’d planned.

When he started running his hands up and down my thighs while kissing my stomach through the soft cotton dress he’d presented me earlier my laughter dissolved into soft sighs. I gripped the counter and tried to grit my teeth in an effort to hold onto my frustration.

“Not fair.”

He was pushing the knee length hem up past my waist with one hand while the other ran two fingers over my clothed slit. Even through the underwear the sensation made me twitch, my hips seeking more. As much as my body wanted it I needed to think, to get ready. I pushed him away

“Stop it.”

The twist of his lips was contrite but he stood and guided me to the table. “Here, sit and I’ll make us somethin to eat.”

“What do we tell them?” Fidgeting I realized for the first time since texting Josh I didn’t have my phone. “Dammit.”

“Hmm?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“My phone. Oh man, my laptop. How am I gonna get schoolwork done?” All the overwhelming feelings that felt like they were hovering just behind a dam threatened to spill over. Panic tightened my chest and made my head swim, I dropped it into my hands, grinding the heels of my palms into my eyes. Josh was by my side right away, murmuring soft, comforting words in my ear while he petted my hair.

“Hey, hey, you gotta breathe Aurora. We’re gonna take care of all that, I was just waiting for you to feel better before I brought it up. Get you a new phone, new computer, new clothes, all of it, whatever you need.”

Instead of stopping my tears his words broke the dam and I started crying again, this time in a weird mix of sadness, stress, gratitude and love. It was hard to believe he cared so much but I had no choice but to trust him. Not something I was inherently unhappy about but also not something I was used to. Everyone in my life had let me down so far. Would Josh really be different?

“Let it out baby.” He cradled me against his shoulder and let me sob. Faster than before I felt the immense waves of emotions subsiding and my cries faded only for my stomach to growl loudly.

Josh laughed, rubbing my neck and kissing my forehead as he stood and went about fixing sandwiches.

“Thanks.”

“You don’t have to thank me but you’re welcome. As for your first question, we’re gonna tell ‘em the truth. I don’t like lying to Jon an there’s no point. Now, what we tell everyone else may be different. But don’t worry bout that tonight.”

I was struggling with the thought of talking to his closest relative, I couldn’t conceive the thought of more people right now. Taking a bite of my meal I nodded, using the time I needed to chew to think over what I wanted to say.

“I don’t really understand your need to tell him but I can be okay with it. But can we keep it at them for now please?”

“Course baby.”

“I really miss Jason, can’t wait to hug him.” The little boys love would be a much needed balm right now.

“Me too.”

It felt good to be listened to even if I didn’t understand how I was feeling. I must have zoned out because Josh laid a hand over one of my and called my name quietly.

“You with me Rori?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you really wanna be together? We don’t-“ he paused and worked his jaw for a second “-don’t have to be together ya know. I’ll make sure you’re okay and I’m gonna keep paying you for taking care of Jason. If you know, you wanna leave at some point.” He was squeezing my hand now, almost to the point of pain.

I loved his touch. Raising my gaze from where our hands rested on the table to his dark eyes I swallowed and tried to make sure whatever I said next captured what I wanted to say. ‘Yeah, duh’ didn’t seem right.

“You asked me earlier and my answer is the same. No body else I’ve met has made me feel like this.” I paused and tilted my head in thought. “I like our lives together so far. I don’t wanna go anywhere. Just scared. Like it’s too good to be true.”

He nodded. “You been through a lot, hell I don’t hardly know what all, but we can make something outta this, something real good. Just gotta do the work.”

“Now you sound like the school counselor.” I felt my lips quirk into a grin when he made a face.

“Ugh don’t remind me how young you are. And I sound like that cuz I went to therapy. You’re gonna go too.” Now that surprised me.

“You go to therapy?”

“Yeah. Ever since little man was born. Can’t be mad all the time with a kid around, ya know?” He tilted his head and smiled with a shrug.

“Yeah. I don’t even know my dad’s name.” I laughed when he winced. “It’s okay. I’ve have a long time to make peace with it.”

“Still. I know it’ll take some time but I want you to trust I’m not gonna go anywhere or hurt you or throw you out.” I don’t know how he read my mind so well but I appreciated hearing it all.

“Now c’mere.” Pulling me into his lap Josh buried his face in my neck, nipping and kissing and licking softly while he massaged my thigh. Smacking his shoulder I shrieked a laugh.

“You’re the worst!”

“Oh you have no idea.” And with that he slid a hand up my dress again, pressing that most sensitive spot while his lips worked their way to my ear. “Don’t want you thinkin of sad stuff. Want you all hot and bothered and moaning.”

He got his wish as he worked me with his hand until I was clutching his shoulders and making a mess in his lap. Laying against his chest as the aftershocks receded I closed my eyes and let the remaining exhaustion steal me under again. My last coherent thoughts were on his voice murming to me softly.

“I got you baby, Daddy’s gonna keep you safe, I promise. You’re home with me now.” I thought I dreamed the last part but I would have sworn he said, “I love you.”

—-

Jey POV

Carrying the small woman in my arms was becoming a habit I didn’t want to get rid of. I loved how she melded into me as if she was fucking custom fitted. Loved how easily she let me maneuver her and the warmth of her curves. Loved her laugh and her accent and the way she moved.

I loved Aurora Begay.

Goddamit.

It wasn’t easy to come to terms with the fact that I was, indeed, taking advantage of her situation. It was impossible not to be touching her all the time, like I needed to make sure she was really here, really okay and really wanted me back. I wanted her to forget the bad she’d been through but was also painfully aware that isn’t how it works.

Settling her sleeping form on the sofa I went to work on the house. There wasn’t much to do without little man leaving a trail of crumbs and toys behind him. Something a dog would be good for helping clean up. An idea occurred to me. Maybe Aurora would like a companion? Jason would lose it for a dog.

I decided we were going to the local shelter if that’s what Rori ended up wanting. Running the easy mop over the floor I looked over at her on the couch. I’d do just about whatever she wanted to make her happy, something I had a feeling fancy things wouldn’t accomplish but another being to love and be loved by would.

Jason. I was thankful they already got on so well and that he was so young. At three there wouldn’t be much of a difference in his perception of the situation. If anything, having ‘his Rori’ around more often and closer would be a good thing in his mind. Once I was satisfied with the state of the downstairs I settled in next to her and checked the time. Almost 7, my brother would be rolling up any minute.

Reaching over I nudged her shoulder. “Hey baby, wake up.”

“Hmm?” She stretched and looked disoriented upon opening her eyes at first but smiled when they landed on me. Again I tugged her close to me, enjoying the smell of her hair and the way she giggled when my beard tickled her neck.

“They gon be here soon. You feel ready? Need to do anything?”

No sooner than she shook her heard no the doorbell rang. I could see the anxiety flicker in the way her brows drew together and her lips tightened. Kissing her forehead I went to let them in.

“It’ll be okay, I promise.”

My brother and his family tumbled in like usual, talking and laughing about something or other while handing a waving Jason over to me for a hug. Trinity noticed Aurora standing in the living room first and turned to me with a confused expression. She nudged Jonathan and he did the same, before Jason finally noticed her from my arms. His scream of joy was piercing.

“MY RORI HERE!”

Rushing to him with a huge smile I was happy to see she wasn’t shy about showing her love for him. Her whole face was heart stopping as she swept him away from me and his chubby arms locked her neck in a vice.

“Sure am little dude!”

“Let’s move this to the dining room.” Neither Jon nor Trinity were satisfied but did what I asked. “Aurora? Can you start setting up while I get drinks baby?”

I made sure to add that to the end and avoided meeting their gazes. They’d have it explained soon enough.

Of course my twin followed me through the swinging door into the kitchen, putting a hand against the refrigerator door so I couldn’t open it before he finally spoke. “Excuse me.”

I sighed. “Yeah?”

“The fuck you calling Jason’s nanny “baby” for? Why is she here Joshua?”

I knew he’d be mad but using my whole first name let me know we were starting off at a solid 7.5 on the Richter scale.

“I’ll explain everything after dinner and the kids are occupied k?”

He pushed away with a huff, his anger palpable but helped me gather beers and cups of water. When we got back to the dining room Aurora and Trinity had all three kids settled in their seats as they portioned out food, making small talk about the kids. I was relieved they seemed to have slipped into conversation on their own. Dinner was nice but quick as they caught Aurora and I up in what everyone had done that weekend. It was obvious they were rushing and I couldn’t blame them, I may or may not have dropped the “baby” just to aggravate the situation but also to give them a heads up in a weird way.

Aurora made up bowls of ice cream for the kids and set them up in front of Jason’s favorite movie, ‘Cars’ before returning to the dining room.

“Now look-“

“What the fuck are you doin dawg?”

“Josh I would not have expected this from you.”

They both started talking at once and I gave up trying.

“He saved me.”

The table went quiet and all three of us turned to Aurora who looked nervous as usual.

“Wanna elaborate?” I appreciated that Jon reigned his tone in when speaking to her.

Hazel eyes looked to me for permission. Taking her hand I gave it a squeeze. “Like I said earlier, you only have to tell them that you’re comfortable with.”

Her lips tilted with a slight smile, relieved. All she needed was to be reassured. Taking a deep breath she started explaining.

“Long story short my mom and her boyfriend sold me to a friend of his for the night.”

The shift in their faces and postures was immediate, Trinity looking especially upset. Her own nine year old daughter was just in the other room and I knew she would never let anything like that happen to her. When they remained quiet Aurora kept talking.

“I sent Josh a text before they took my phone and he got there before anything really awful happened.”

I wrinkled my nose and couldn’t help but interject when I felt a hot spike of anger recalling the scene. “Define ‘really awful’ then because that’s not enough for what I walked in on.”

She bit her lip and looked at the table. “He was beating me.”

“With a fuckin leather belt.”

“Josh.” Trinity looked at me pointedly and I remembered what I said. Shit.

“M’sorry Rori.”

Now she squeezed my hand. “It’s okay. You were upset. But the point is you got me out of the bad place. I already had feelings for Josh, it all just kind of bubbled over with this.”

I snorted at the upset part and she smiled. Yeah, “upset” if that meant “seeing red and ready to commit a couple felonies”.

Trinity smiled at Aurora reassuringly and Jonathan put his head in his hands and groaned. I glared at my twin.

“What?”

“Can’t never be cut and dry wit’ you fool. It don’t look good and you know it.” I knew what he meant. We weren’t movie star famous but still decently well known athletes.

“Well at least you get to control the narrative when it does come out. Let’s be grateful for the privacy that’s come with the lockdown, at least in regard to this.” Trinity always had the best perspective. “No one has to know the details, it’s not like we’re going to start calling the news.” She smacked Jon on his arm making him look up and sigh.

“Nah, definitely not. But I do think you should keep it quiet at work for now.” I’m glad we were on the same page there.

“Plan to.”

“Okay. Well, I don’t think lecturing either of you is going to get us anywhere.” Trinity clapped her hands together lightly. “So how about this. Aurora, you and me are going to go outside and talk while the guys get the kitchen cleaned up. Let’s go.”

Aurora looked at me for permission again and I nodded, understanding now wasn’t the time to mention all the habits she’d developed over years of abuse. If things went the way I hoped, we’d have the rest of our lives together to work on it. I watched as she followed the older woman outside, hoping, needing them to get along.

Once it was just me and Jonathan in the kitchen he let nudged my arm, giving me a dirty look. “Well?”

“Well what?”

“You done the deed yet? I mean, she’s real pretty-“ I cut him off by shooting him with water but he just laughed. Asshole always knows how to get under my skin but at least I knew he wasn’t pissed anymore.

“Nah. Trying to give her time to heal.” He nodded and turned the dish he was drying in his hands but I caught the relief in his face.

“You really care about her?”

It was my turn to nod. “Yeah. She brings me peace and loves Jason, you see that.”

“Mhmm.” He seemed to really be chewing on what he wanted to say. “Look, just, I don’t know man, don’t break her heart or something stupid. I don’t want you to get hurt either, feel me?”

Ever the big brother, even if it was by less than ten minutes. I clapped him on the back.

“Preciate it.”

Chapter 8

Aurora POV

The following day I stood in the pool, helping Jason as he sorted out paddling around the shallow end. Josh had to go into work today, something he was not happy about since I didn’t have a phone yet. I’d assured him everything would be fine for the six or so hours he’d be gone. He’d fussed his way out the door, declaring he was ordering me one as soon as he had a chance.

Great, I’d said.

Have a good day, I’d said.

What I didn’t say was how much I would really miss him or how anxious I was about being without him. Some strange fear had taken root, a fear Danny and Paul would somehow find me and try to drag me back with them.

It was due to this fear I screamed when the poor delivery man in a bright blue vest and matching mask waltzed through the backyard gate. Jason started to cry, I felt tears burn my own eyes and the poor kid holding the small brown package also looked ready to cry.

“Miss I’m so so sorry! The directions said to bring the box to the back door.”

“It’s okay, I’m sorry guys! Jason, it’s okay!” The little boy clung to me but quieted as I comforted them both. “It’s really okay, I just-I thought you might be someone else for a second. Here, I’ll take that. Do you want a water? Or juice?”

After getting the poor guy who wasn’t any older than me a bottle of water I took Jason inside and set the package on the table, forgetting about it.

Having the little dude to take care of was a great way to keep me from giving in too much to how I was feeling. I wanted to cry but I couldn’t right now so I took a few deep breaths and replayed the conversation I’d had with Trinity back in my head while getting Jason into fresh clothes.

“Do you want to be here?” She’d asked right out of the gate.

I’d been honest and told her I wasn’t unhappy about it but also aware my options were slim for now.

She’d asked a few more probing questions being careful to be polite and not make me feel like I was being interrogated. I got the sense she was genuinely concerned about my well being and not being nosy or manipulating. It was a strange but comforting feeling to talk to her so openly. Josh trusted her so I would to.

Jason tugged my hand and we were off to build with his blocks. I put a toddler appropriate dinosaur show on the television, hoping that maybe some of the information would sink in.

Trinity had offered to talk further, saying she would be happy to help with anything I needed, including finding my own place if I ever chose. It wasn’t an encouragement but more letting me know I had options beyond Josh for aid if I needed it. Looking at Jason as he stacked blocks only to knock them over with an ecstatic shout of destruction I laughed.

I still wanted my own life, still planned to finish my degree and become a published author. I just also wanted this. Maybe it was the chaos I’d lived with for so long that made me crave the stability I felt here. Maybe I was just young and hormonal and experiencing things for the first time.

I didn’t care. Being here, with Josh and Jason made me happy and right now that was enough.

“Wanna help me get dinner ready?” Jason dropped his blocks like they were on fire. Cars, sharks and cooking with Rori were life. At least this week but like all things with toddlers, that could change.

Losing myself in the process that is cooking with a toddler I tried not to worry too much about falling behind on my class work. I was usually pretty ahead and realistically I hadn’t even missed a class yet but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to do well. Jason and I were invested in making fry bread dough, both of us covered in a decent amount of flour when a car door from the driveway signaled Josh’s arrival home.

We pounced on him halfway through the door, the flour stuck to his sweaty face and torso making it look like he’d fought a ghost. Scooping Jason into one arm he used his other to encircle my waist and pulled me in for a deep kiss, earning an “ewwwww!” from the little dude. “Did y’all miss me or somethin?”

I giggled as we parted, both at him and the look on Jason’s face.

“Just a little.”

He pinched my bottom and laughed before leaning down to whisper in my ear with a low, husky voice. “I’ll show you how much I missed you later baby.”

I shivered and my mouth went dry, memories of the last few days coursing straight to my core. Collecting myself I pushed away and took Jason back, turning for the kitchen. Hopefully he didn’t notice just how much he affected me.

“Let’s go finish dinner!”

We ate and did some online shopping before Jason’s bedtime rolled around. He was reluctant to go down but when I pinky promised I’d be there when he woke up he agreed to settle. Halfway through Stellaluna and he was out.

Josh’s hands were on my waist as soon as we made it to the hallway, steering me towards his bedroom. My mind went blissfully quiet and my bones felt warm and heavy. Knowing I was safe in his arms was probably the sexiest thing of all.

My dress was gone before we made it to the bed, Josh kicking the door shut gently behind him while tugging off his tshirt. “Thought about you all damn day.”

I didn’t get to reply before his lips descended on mine while his hands carefully navigated around my bruises. He came a little too close to a particularly bad one and I twitched away. “Shit, how’re you feeling baby? Did I hurt you?”

Shaking my head I kissed his chest, focusing on the tattoos over his pec. “No, just a little close. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

That familiar throb was so bad and he hadn’t even touched me there yet. Laying on the bed he dispatched of his sweatpants and pulled me on top of him. “Here, like this.” Guiding me he helped me get situated so I was straddling him, my knees on either side of his hips and my wetness pressed to his hardness.

Leaning up a little he gently bit one of my nipples with a smirk. “Now move for Daddy.”

“How?” Heat rushed through me and I thought I would cum right then.

“Roll them hips, find a rhythm you like.”

Anchoring my hands on his shoulders he chuckled darkly when I couldn’t suppress another shiver. “Oh you just so needy huh baby?”

My mouth wasn’t working, I just moaned in reply as I did what he instructed. The friction of my clit against his cock created an unbelievable sensation even through the clothe of our underwear. For a second I felt worry he wasn’t enjoying it but he chased that fear away with a groan from deep in his chest.

“Oh Josh, oh my god it feels so good!” The words finally tumbled forth in a heated whisper. One of his hands fisted in my hair and his kissed my throat before placing a hard bite at the juncture where my neck meets my shoulder.

I keened, my orgasm building rapidly as my movements became erratic.

“I know you wanna scream baby, but you’re gonna bite me instead. Shoulder, bite my shoulder when you cum.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. Not knowing any better I didn’t hold back as I sank my teeth in when I felt myself shatter in waves. He rewarded me with a euphoric noise I’d never heard him make before, my name in a stuttering groan. I filed that away for later. Did he like pain?

Rolling us carefully so as not to hurt my bruised back he reversed our positions, tugging his boxers down to free his manhood, fully hard and dripping precum. Bracing himself with a hand next to my head he took my hand and wrapped it around himself. I loved the feeling of his slick member in my hand and gladly took over stroking him so he could use both hands to hold himself up. He grunted softly, bucking into my hands when I got an idea. It hurt to tighten my core enough to lean up but I didn’t care as I captured on of his nipples with my teeth. Not crazy hard but enough to hurt.

Best decision ever.

He *whimpered* as a hand caught the back of my head. “Ah, fuck, good girl.”

Carefully I did it again, sucking the sensitive nub this time and he came with a shudder and gasp, hot ropes shooting over my stomach as he pulsed in my hand.

Falling back I smirked up at him as he panted, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Imma quick study Daddy.”

With a soft growl he bent down to kiss me, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth in a dominating fashion. Inwardly I I smiled as I remained submissive and pliant beneath him, a touch of satisfaction at knowing I’d figured out something he liked without having to be told.

I couldn’t wait to figure out more.

——

Jey POV

I checked Jason’s overnight bag for the umpteenth time, as if it would make my cousin appear any faster. Two weeks and we’d been busy with schedules shifting, adopting a puppy who would come home from his foster family in a few days and Aurora fretting over her class work as she struggled with varying bouts of anxiety and depression and horny. Some days she couldn’t get enough and less often she would wave me off, being “touched out”. It stung the first time but she explained it was nothing personal, it was usually if Jason had been extra clingy during the day while I was busy. Something else the dog might help with.

Tonight we would finally have the house to ourselves again, Jason having been invited to a sleepover at Joe’s house. Aurora’s bruises had faded days ago and her crying bouts had mostly ceased, except for when a nightmare struck. It stoked my pride to see her slowly getting comfortable, her confidence building Lego brick by Lego brick.

When my older cousin finally pulled up to collect Jason I met him outside and by her own choice, Aurora remained indoors. Jonathan and Trinity were plenty for her right now. It hadn’t been the easiest thing to keep from Joe, he’d noticed me on my phone all the time and overall better, more focused attitude. But he hadn’t asked and I hadn’t offered.

“You good man?” Being him he hopped out to help me secure Jason into the toddler seat in the back of the SUV. It was such a soccer mom car I couldn’t help but smile every time he pulled up in it, happy as a fucking lark.

“Yeah.” I passed Jason off who was more than happy to see his ‘uncle’. “You, big guy?”

Nodding he confirmed he was doing good and so were his wife and kids and I found myself nodding but not listening as he filled me in on their lives. Instead I was daydreaming about quivering golden thighs and a southern accent singing my praises when he waved a big hand in front of my face, looking bemused.

“Josh? His bag? Hey, earth to Josh?”

I realized I was still holding Jason’s overnight bag in my hand, hanging at my side.

“I’m sorry dawg. Jus distracted is all.” I handed over the bag and he laughed.

“Yeah, I can tell. Anything you wanna talk about?”

Sucking my teeth I shook my head. Part of me did want to tell him, knew he might even be able to offer some advice for how to deal with the issues Aurora was facing and how to help her. But I had to respect her request.

“Nah, thanks though. You know I’ll come to you.” That seemed to satisfy him for the moment and he hugged me tightly before sliding into the drivers seat.

“I’ll let you know when we’re there. Want me to call you?”

“It’s okay, y’all just have fun alright?”

He nodded and I waved at them as he took off. Not that I didn’t want to hear from them, I certainly wanted the text, but I wanted to focus of Aurora for the night. There was no doubt in my mind my son was safe.

I waited until they’d turned out of sight to head back inside, nerves twisting in my chest. For the last few days I’d kept my hands to myself for the most part, wanting her needy and desperate tonight. If her squirming last night was any indication she was ready. I’d soothed her distressed little whimpers with a quiet promise of “tomorrow baby”.

Sure enough she was waiting at the top of the stairs dressed in nothing but one of my tshirts and her underwear, simple cotton boyshorts. My body stirred to life at the sight as I climbed the stairs slowly, like I was stalking her. Aurora’s eyes widened and she backed up a few steps, hesitation flickering across her face. We’d established a safe word this morning, “code red”, and everything would stop. She knew that’s all she had to say.

“You ready for me baby?”

Her little pink tongue darted out to lick her plush lips and she nodded, eyes fixed on me. Seeing her there, framed in the low light of dusk was something else, it was like her dark auburn hair was on fire and all the different colors in her hazel orbs stood out.

“Gotta say it.”

“I’m ready Daddy.”

This time when I advanced she held her ground, reaching out a hand in an innocent display of trust and willingness. I pulled her close, kissing her cheekbones and lips chastely.

“Yeah?” Her little shivers as I ran my hands up and down her sides fed the hardness growing in my jeans. Biting her earlobe softly before I pressed my lips to the shell of her ear. “Want me to fill you up with my cock? Make that empty feelin you talk about go away?”

She gasped softly when I lightly pinched a nipple through the soft cotton. “Yes please.”

I growled, using my body to push hers towards my bed, and she made a cute noise in her throat. At the doorway I caught her around the waist and cupped her heat through the boyshorts, digging the heel of my hand into her clit when I found the cloth soaked through. “Fuck yeah you are baby. Your poor little body’s cryin for me.”

For whatever reason Aurora’s own desire turned me on harder than I’d been before. Every time my fingers probed her entrance like they were now she was slick. It would have been easy to half-ass the way I handled her but no, I was going to make sure I ruined her for anyone else in the best way.

Sliding my middle finger into her waiting pussy, her walls immediately tightening around it, I dug my palm into her clit harder than before and started making circles. Her head fell back against my chest and she squeezed my arm. “Oh Josh!”

“That’s right baby, this pussy belong to me, you hear me?”

She whined and thrust her hips into my hand. “Yes!”

“Fuck.” I swore, not wanting to wait another second. Removing my hand from her I tugged the shirt off and nudged her backwards gently until she was laid out on the dark blanket. Out of my own clothes quickly I knelt at her feet, finding it cute when she squeezed her legs together.

“Nuh uh baby girl.” Taking her ankles I slowly parted her legs and ran my hands up their smoothness, watching intently at the muscles in her abdomen and thighs jumped in anticipation. Hooking my fingers under remaining garment I tugged it down her legs slowly, carefully, kissing a path down as I did so. The whimper and whines were delicate and sweet, just like her taste. Licking her hard and fast I thrust a finger back into her, making her hips buck.

“Josh, I - oh it feels so good!”

Continuing my assault on her clit with my tongue I very carefully added a second finger to the first, meeting resistance as her body tried to accommodate the change. Pressing forward I stretched her carefully, taking note of how her sounds changed. Pausing I looked up at her.

“How you doin?”

Aurora blinked and shifted her lower body ever so slightly. Her voice was thick with lust when she answered me.

“S’a little uncomfortable but I can take it.”

Slowly, I scissored my fingers within her before hooking them to massage her walls and she gasped.

“Good girl, gotta get you ready for me.”

Repeating the motion over and over again I hoped to prepare her. Sucking her nub between my lips again she dug her hands into my hair, gripping for all she was worth as I anchored her hips with my other arm.

“Yes, yes, oh I’m gonna cum!”

Perfect, I wanted to get her off before we actually had sex. There wasn’t a way for me to make it completely pain free but I was going to try. Like in my fantasies those thighs quivered uncontrollably, her walls clenched and she writhed as her orgasm ripped through her.

Taking my time I slowed my motions, drawing out her pleasure as long as I could before kissing my way back up to her face. Wrapping her arms around my neck Aurora pulled herself up to kiss me deeply, her inexperience showing when she tried to deepen the kiss and our teeth clacked together.

“I’m sorry!”

Laughing I kissed her again, until she was moaning into my mouth and her body shifting beneath me. Her fingers found the top of my boxers and gave a slight tug. Understanding I moved off her and removed them, stroking my leaking cock a few times as I knelt back over her, settling between her knees. She swallowed thickly.

“Point of no return baby. You ready?” I let my fingers trail over her, dipping in slightly to relish the wet heat that would envelope me soon. Biting her lip she nodded.

“Go slow?”

“Course baby.”

My own heart was pounding in excitement. Leaning over I braced myself on an elbow while reaching between us to drag the head of my dick over her slit, loving the way she shook and whimpered. Again she wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned in for a kiss. I pressed the tip into her slowly, wanting nothing more than to thrust hard and fast, but also desperately wanted her to relax and not hurt.

She was so tight and hot and wet it was like heaven. Pushing a little deeper I could see she was becoming uncomfortable when her eyes closed tightly and she took a deep breath.

“That’s it, a little more baby. Just a little more.” Pressing in deeper I groaned when her body fastened around me like a vice, my control was slipping. Aurora panted and wiggled, digging her nails into my shoulders, tears collecting in her eyes.

“Hurts…” I kissed her tears away.

“I know, I know. S’gonna be okay.” Withdrawing until only the very tip remained within her I prayed she’d forgive me for what was gonna come next. Claiming her lips I thrust, deep and hard until I’d bottomed out.

Swallowing her wail I did it again, fisting a hand in her hair and pulling her close while I kept my body supported on my elbow and knees. She cried out and tried to twist away.

“Ow! Ow! Too big! Hurts too much!”

Lost to the sensation of being buried in her I growled, “C’mon baby, relax and take what your Daddy has for you.”

“Josh!” I couldn’t tell what she was feeling but she hadn’t said the safe word so I thrust deep again.

Looking down I could see how she’d painted me with her trust and the last bit of my need to hold back fell away. She belonged to me. Mine. Mine alone.

Heat wound through me, burning in my lower belly as my orgasm built. I hooked her knees over my shoulders and leaned back to take in the sight of our bodies bound together.

Aurora looked ethereal, her skin flushed a beautiful rose gold, hair spread around her like fire and silver tracks on her face from her tears. The words started tumbling out of me as I pumped in and out of her, watching her face change slowly from pain to pleasure.

“I fucking own this pussy, you hear me? You’re mine.”

Her breath caught but she didn’t speak.

I thrust harder, the sounds of our skin meeting driving me more.

“You belong to me, feel me? Another man touches you and I’ll rip his fucking head off.” Her hands clutched at my biceps and she nodded.

“Imma breed this gorgeous pussy over and over, say you want it, tell me who’s fucking you baby.”

“You Daddy, I want you and only you to fill me up forever.” Auroras soft southern accented whisper fell over me like water, burning down my spine to settle in my tightening balls.

“Yeah, that’s right.” I started circling her clit with a thumb and her walls squeezed me even tighter.

Fuck, I was gonna cum soon. Her body was so intoxicating, it was like she’d been custom built to fit me.

“Gonna nut soon baby. Want Daddy to fill you up with my cum?”

She tilted her hips upward and I almost came undone. “Yes!”

“Ah fuck, oh I love you Rori baby!” Her body squeezed around me in another orgasm driving me over the edge into my own. Lights exploded behind my eyelids as my cock pulsed deep within her, over and over as I filled her like I’d promised.

Collapsing, I could hardly keep all my weight off her as I kissed her all over her face and neck. “You did so good baby.”

She sighed and nuzzled into my neck. Carefully, slowly, I withdrew from her and rolled to my side to drink in the sight of her, well fucked and disheveled and the proof I was the only man to touch her painting her thighs. Aurora hesitantly met my gaze.

“Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“You-you said you loved me.” She looked fearful, like I was going to be upset with her for mentioning it.

“Yeah baby, I meant it.” I’d been thinking it a while now, it had just finally come out. May as well own up to it.

Rori gave a small sob of relief before breaking into a perfect smile. “I love you too.”

Leaning in I kissed her again before sliding my arms under her. “Forever, promise baby.”

“Where are we going?”

“Gotta get us cleaned up. Want you ready for round two.” I winked at her and she smiled. “But really, how you feelin?”

“Good, sore but good.” I felt relieved now, not realizing how much I’d been worried she wouldn’t enjoy herself.

“So we saying we love each other now?” I smirked at her as I got the bath started.

Her eyes lit up hopefully. “Is that okay?”

I held her face, kissing her softly. “I love you Aurora Begay.”

“I love you, Joshua Fatu.”

I wasn’t sure I could get any happier than I was now.

Epilogue -

4 1/2 years later, August 2024 SummerSlam

Aurora POV

I didn’t think I’d ever get used to how loud these arenas are. It was worse than walking the stage to get my degree earlier that Spring. My stomach turned over yet again in anxiety as the match progressed and Josh was slung out of the ring. Digging a hand into my bag I clutched desperately for an anti-nausea candy. Joe’s wife Galina put a hand on my shoulder.

“You okay?”

“Oh yeah, just nerves.”

I felt bad fibbing to her but wanted Josh to know before anyone else and I’d intentionally saved the surprise for tonight, knowing he was “going over” in his championship match.

Finally.

Jason screamed and cheered next to me, at almost eight he could just barely see over the barricade. The man Josh was wrestling, Gunther, swaggered by, yelling at us “shut up” and something about “crushing hopes”. Little dude stuck out his tongue and made a “Nyah!” sound and I swear I saw the tall blond laugh as he turned away. In any other circumstance I may have been upset but after meeting the sweet, soft spoken Austrian and had the plans for the interactions explained it didn’t bother me.

At first, integrating into Josh’s life on the road had been difficult, even if I hadn’t expressed it. But eventually I’d adjusted to the constant business, schedule changes and stream of large, imposing friends. My main focus was on keeping Jason’s schoolwork on track as we traveled and I had become an unofficial babysitter of sorts when other superstars who were traveling with their kids needed some extra hands.

Josh’s jealousy had been an issue and still was but we were working through it. Couples therapy was great for helping him realize trust was key and that he’d have to relax and have faith I wasn’t leaving him. On the other hand my traumas and a lifetime of abuse had left me with some bad habits and I’d had to learn he wasn’t going to snap on me suddenly and become someone else.

Like all marriages it was give and take.

The crowd roared again as Josh rallied against some nasty slaps to the chest. I HATED the sound it made and the bruises I’d knew he’d have afterwards but I cheered too. The end was finally approaching and I was ready. We’d been at the venue all day and my feet were killing me.

I may have only been three months along but my back hurt already and sitting in these hard chairs was not helping. Shifting I clutched my chest when Josh climbed to the top rope yet again and threw us a big smirk over his shoulder with a wink. He was wearing that fanged grill he knew I loved and my heart skipped a beat.

I could hear Michael Cole from where I sat. “USO SPLASH USO SPLASH”

1-2-3

To say the arena exploded would have been an understatement. For well over a year now people had been behind “Jey Uso’s” solo run and it was finally paying off as we all jumped to our feet screaming and clapping for him. I didn’t cry until I heard the emotion in Samantha’s voice as she spoke into the microphone.

“AND THE NEW WWE CHAMPION…”

The next fifteen minutes were a blur of celebration and it was another ten after that before we made it to the back. Waiting patiently in guerrilla while everyone took turns congratulating a beaming Josh, who looked absolutely stunning with that big belt slung over his shoulder, I nudged Jason. “I think it’s time little dude.”

I’d only told the little boy my plan right before we’d headed out to ringside, not wanting him to blurt out the news to his dad. He’d been bouncing on his heels ever since we got backstage.

“Finally!” Pulling his hoody off he ran up to his father and grabbed his arm as Josh pulled out of a hug from Bayley.

She noticed Jason’s shirt first pointing and making a bird like noise.

“What’s your shirt-holy shit! Oh my god!”

Josh scrunched up his nose in confusion and made Jason step back a little so he could read it out loud.

“Best Big Brother?”

It took a few seconds for recognition to ripple through the small space, a smile hitting his twins face first as he was still silent and processing.

“No way!”

Cody smirked and smacked Josh on the shoulder. Gunther gave a double thumbs up.

Trinity gawked and shook me a little before pulling me into a hug. “How long!?”

Josh finally turned to me, his face unreadable and everyone quieted a bit again. Normally “Jey Uso” wasn’t the man you could count on to be so still. Panic exploded in my chest. What if I’d been wrong? What if he hadn’t meant it when he said he wanted to try? I replayed him asking me about trying once I graduate. Had I misunderstood?

“For real?” His voice was soft but thick with emotions I couldn’t easily decipher. I rang my hands together and felt Trinity tighten her arm around my shoulders.

I nodded hesitantly. “Yeah, three months.”

Taking a deep breath he hung his head and pinched the bridge of his nose for a few seconds. Cody and Jon looked concerned.

“Josh? You good man?”

When he finally moved it was to take several strides and pull me into his arms in a big hug. It wasn’t until then that I realized he was crying.

“Josh?”

“They’re happy tears baby.” He finally straightened and swiped at his face before pulling Jason into our hug. “Today’s been a good fucking day you guys.” Everyone else in the area relaxed and went back to congratulating us.

By the time we made it back to the hotel that night everyone was exhausted, Josh had to carry a sleeping Jason back to our room. Curling up I relished the feeling of his arms around me, my back nestled to his front as he rubbed my bare stomach.

“You sure? You still so little baby.” He kissed my neck and nuzzled the spot behind my ear, a habit I’d learned meant he wanted sex even if we couldn’t in the moment.

“I’m sure. Gonna go for the first ultrasound next week, made sure to schedule it for when you’d be home.”

It amazed me when he was ready to go after a long match but also I found it insanely hot when came back all sweaty and disheveled. More than once he’d tugged me into a closet in a random arena for a post match quickie. Now he nipped my ear.

“Part a why I love you so much is cuz you’re always doin thoughtful shit like that. Thank you.”

Tears burned my nose and this time I didn’t fight them. When he looked worried I shook my head and repeated his earlier statement. “Happy tears. Never dreamed I’d be so happy.”

“I got you baby, I love you.”

“Love you too.”

That night I dreamed of twins, a boy and a girl, with dark curly hair and coffee colored eyes running back and forth across a wrestling ring.

The End

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