#richard madden fancfic

[starshipsofstarlord]

Killer King

Summary: modern fairytales don’t exist, though isn’t it ironic that the person that you’re being forced to marry is your perfect match? Completely perfect, it’s rather insane.

Pairing: Richard Madden x reader

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, unprotected sex, cumming inside, fingering, handjob, murder, poison, arranged marriage

Word Count: 3022

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All control without your life had been strangled out of consciousness, you should have suspected your parents to have done something so sadistic without your consent, they’d always threatened to when you were a child, however your worst nightmare had been strung into reality, and as you sobbed gently to yourself in the garden where you were supposed to meet your future husband, there was a chill biting the air, causing the skin of your exposed arms to prickle from the weather. You weren’t sure how anyone could be so cruel to their own flesh and blood, perhaps because in the community that your mother and father were involved in was one that made this a tradition, least to say though you didn’t like it. To be deemed a witch in the 1800s would have been a better end than this; you were to be sent off to live with some man that you’d never met before in your life, and it stung that you could be tossed aside like so, why, because you didn’t want this life. It wasn’t the vision that you’d always had, you wanted to be more than some trophy, you wanted to make a life for yourself before making one with another, but now that wish had slipped through your fingers like your constant tears were. A clearing of a throat gathered your attention, spite drew in your watery eyes as you turned, suspecting to see the silhouette of your father, however instead, there was a rather handsome man who was clothed with excellent taste, you doubted anybody had forced him to be here from the handsome and shy smile upon his cheeks.

“I didn’t know that you were behind here, I was attempting to hide from my parents. I can leave if you want, bring you a tissue? Though I will admit if I leave I will surely be captured by their efforts to entice me into their idealistic lifestyle once more, and that is truly the last thing that I want.” From hearing his voice your brow raised, surprised by the accent that kept all his words in tune; he was Scottish, you’d never thought of how attractive the sound truly was before this moment, and as you wiped under your eyes with the palm of your hand, you kindly shook your head in understanding, not wishing such a sentence to him either. It sounded terrible and rather familiar, your arms hugged around your body as you smiled lightly at him, unsure whether you could fathom words to answer him, but with a brave gulp you managed to, though your voice was punctured with a nerve wracking tremble, albeit having inherited it from your crying.

“No, it’s fine, stay. I’m avoiding my parents too, they wish for me to marry a man of whom I’ve never met before, they don’t care for my opinion and I know that I will not be able to subject against it so here I am, waiting it out until the very last moment, hoping that I make that terrible of an impression from my late arrival that my suitor’s guardian’s change their minds as I know that mine surely won’t.” A quiver rekindled across the man’s face as he read your words carefully over, cocking his head as he enquired to himself if it could be. His predicament was merely identical, he was to meet the woman that he was alternately engaged to this evening, and yet when he was dragged to the table, the woman was gone, her father had gone searching for her. Apologies had left his future mother in law’s lips in a rash display of desperation that the efforts that she had gone to in order to set her daughter up with a gentleman would proceed, and no doubt knowing his parents, they would.

“Are you y/n?” He asked carefully, not wanting to spook you if you were, and not wanting to make you think that he was some awkward stranger if you were not. That was all that he knew about the mystery woman, her name and that was all, his mother had claimed that she was gorgeous and that he would have more than fine children with her, and he could understand from appearance alone if it were you, and he suspected that there were not that many people around in this outside restaurant space who were engaged strangers. Marriages controlled by the creators of both people were not as common in this century, and whilst they still did happen occasionally and in other cultures, it would be a rather large coincidence if the pair of you were taken by other people, in fact it’d have been too much of one he thought.

“You must be Richard then.” Your assumption was correct as he nodded, a smile appearing on his face. It was rather comforting for the pair of you that nether one of you were ecstatic for the arrangements that had already been made. “And to think I was trying to avoid you and you ironically found me here, by avoiding me also.” You chippered a laugh from your painted lips, the scenario was rather amusing, and if you’d seen a face like his anywhere else you certainly wouldn’t try and hide from it, truth be you’d hope he was seeking you out. “I think that says a lot about what we both want. And that is not this, I am sure that you’re a great guy and all, and I am sorry that we are entrapped by the claws our parents have dug, there really is no way out of this, is there?” You hopelessly sighed, knowing that there were many things that bound you financially and otherwise to them.

“I’m afraid not.” He agreed, taking a well needed exhale. Richard planned to say more though a rustle cut him short as your father’s face appeared through the brush, disappointment written over his features, as you had just expected. “You must be this lovely lady’s father, it is a pleasure Mr y/l/n.” He extended a hand however your father shot it down, glaring at him with disgust, not knowing of whom he was. It was the women that had traded pictures, not the fathers, both just wanted this stag rodeo of both of your lives to end and hence why they allowed the marriage to go forwards. “Who is he?” Your parent barked, unimpressed with your male company, and you could only roll his eyes at his assumption of you venturing off to meet another man when there were already things put in motion for you have already done so.

“This is Richard.” A smirk covered your face from surprising your father, as he recognised the Scotsman’s name. “Yes, before you ask, my future husband.” Richard had to choke back a laugh from the exterior that you were putting on, it was rather humorous to watch you belittled someone whom had done the same to you by passing you off for another man to look after, he wished that he had the confidence to do so, but he would no doubt get a whooping from expressing such a smug attitude. “We wanted to meet in privacy without the bunch of you watching us like vultures, you’d probably be doing the same weird thing with your neck too, where they crane in. And I mean you guys are kind of pruned up like them and not to mention-“ Richard thought it best if he didn’t allow your mouth to run for too long with insults as there would surely be an aftermath, and so he steadied his hand on your waist, refraining from putting it too low, and hugged you into his side, smiling at your father.

“Pardon her, she is just nervous is all, and I can’t blame here, it’s a big step to meet both her husband to be and parents in law all on the same night, not to mention the setting, it is rather busy this evening. Could we have a minute to recuperate ourselves before we join you at the table, I think it may be needed?” A nod rattled from his father’s head as he stepped back and retreated, you knowing that he’d gossip with all the other elders about the fortunate sight that he had been et with. “You have quite the mouth on yee, don’t you?” He asked, half smiling as he lulled over the comments that you had dared to spew out like a breath of air.

“Just because my opinion cannot get me out of this arrangement doesn’t mean that I don’t voice it.” You shivered once more, attempting to cover up the next one that dared quake your shoulders so that Richard did not notice, but alas he did and he removed his jacket from around himself to coil around your upper body, bringing some more temperature back to your skin and the cells below. “You don’t seem so bad Mr Madden, how’d you suspect tonight to have went?” There was a very risky answer that he could dare share with you, and indeed he dared himself to, you seemed rather intriguing and thus he wouldn’t go through with it any longer, and you were a lot more relaxed than you had suspected.

“I planned to poison you.” From that alone your eyes bulged, shocked by the statement, and Richard feared that he may have actually had to follow through until a burst of brash laughter abandoned your mouth, so loud that no doubt someone from outside the foliage could hear, though that was no concern of your own. “I planned on poisoning you too.” You answered, seriousness lacing your tone as a dark look crossed your eyes, exploiting the worst of you to be exposed. “Though we could make a truce, and not waste the deadly stuff, it was rather expensive in fact, I had to go onto my mother’s credit card and tell her I ordered a parfum for tonight. To impress you, and now I’m the impressed one, you seemed rather sane at the start.”

“I have an idea for a better use, how about we kill off the vultures, they are pests after all and intend to eat us down to the bone until there is nothing but hollow shells of out livelihoods left. So my lady y/n, do you take my hand, for better or worse, to love and to kill?” He extended said part of his body, and you were more than inclined to grasp at it, intwining your fingers together as you joined the two of you in an unbreakable union, stepping closer to the groom that you would meet at the end of the aisle.

“I do.” You said the marital words that locked two people and their souls together, though if anyone else knew of your sadistic plans, they’d have surely have been convinced that you both had not a soul between you, and that you were nothing more than monsters, possibly vultures yourself for crafting a plan so deadly yourselves. Though the difference between you and the scavenging birds was that you no longer had to wait to strike, or search for scraps of compensation, you and Richard had given each other the last boost you needed to go out on a hunt on your own, and you would bring death rather than find it to survive. These moments you could enjoy without self pity as the both of you carried a separate vial over to your table, smiles on both of your parents’ faces as they saw the two of you walking over together, having awaited for you to join them.

“Richard, could you pass me the wine?” His mother asked after much useless chatter, and the man nodded, bracing it open, using his full strength so that he almost went flying with the cork, to which he searched for on the ground by your legs, slivering the toxin into the bottle as he reached for the cork, he passed the bottle onto the table as they passed it around, whilst he continued his wondering. As he looked up to you, he took note of how you had opened your legs, revealing your underwear to his adventurous eyes, he licked his lips as his hand tapped your thigh, and the other located the cork and held it up. “Will you marry me?” He whispered, passing the piece to you, before returning to his seat. You steered clear of the wine, watching as they drank it. They wouldn’t die instantly, you suspected it’d either be on the journey home or whilst they were at home, either way the revolution had began and they were to be dead in the next few hours.

“I will.” You smiled as he sat beside you, resting his hand on your thigh as his tongue licked at the inside of his cheek, excited for what was to come. Meeting you had amounted to something bigger than he had ever expected, he was prepared to be the only survivor at the table, but he realised that he did in fact want his wife. And that was what you were now, his wife, the marriage had gone smoothly without the vultures controlling every aspect to their tastes, and neither of you had gotten caught for the four bodies that had piled up. Someone in their community as the main suspect, and you were fine with that, they could all go to hell and you would meet them there when it was your time. Your life had become a thrill, you were practically dancing with the devil himself, and he wore a sweet disguise, and he had a sweet way with his words, an even sweeter method with his tongue that was sweeping across your lips as he held you against an alley wall, a body of a drunkard in the dumpster beside you.

His fingers were moulded to a curve inside of you whilst your hand rotated his length with the agile hook of your wrist, moans wavered between you like the howling of the wind. There was never a dull moment that you shared, everything was new, nothing was bland in the slightest, the only repetition was the panting of one another’s name that echoed in your mouths. Your head rolled back against the dewy brick wall as your eyes fluttered, your hips eagerly rutting down against the friction that he granted you, your peak passing over his hand and soaking it with your juices. He brushed your hand away as he licked at his own, moaning at the flavour that was permanently subdued into his skin; what could he say, you were newly weds, this rise in libido was suspected? Then again you were both ‘psychopaths’ as your searches on library computers instigated, so perhaps it would never die down, just people around you would die as was the intention. “Come on Richard, you can do better than that.”

You had dared to test him, and so his hand fisted around your throat, blocking off the circulation of air to your lungs, and you loved the notion. “Be patient my dearest, the best always comes[DC1] last.” If he had it his way he would contain you in between these buildings for hours upon relentless hours, but Richard was smart and sly, and he knew that eventually that someone would stumble out here, possibly a worker at the bar whom was throwing out the trash, and whilst the body was buried below tainted goods, the last thing you needed was for someone to see you at the crime scene before it was investigated as one. And so he clashed his body against your own, his had remaining around your throat but loosening as his other hand reached down to take his cock in hand, sinking it into you, and loving to hear you mewl from the stretch of his length.

There was adrenaline coursing through your veins, the cold bit at your cheeks but you found yourself enjoying it, after all you had first met Richard when you were blatantly shivering before his eyes. As he began to thrust in and out of you, your behind began to scrape against the wall, scathing your ass beneath the bunched up material of your dress. His pace strode faster, knowing that the clock was ticking and it was his aim for the pair of you to finish in due time so that there would be enough of a gap for the two of you to disappear as though you had never been there. Grunts firmly husked out from his bared teeth as he leant down, capturing your hungry lips in a smouldering kiss, suffocating you for a moment which had your heart excitedly thumping from the thought. “I would kill for you my angelic queen, I am at your mercy. Lives shall fall before us as we continue to walk down this moonlit path.” He gritted out with punctuated breaks of pleasure distorting the structure of his sentimental statement.

“You already have my king.” You breathed, fog escaping from the junction of your lips as one last elongated whimper evicted from your throat, your banded hand ravishing his locks as you keened, internally dying as you came, clenching around him until he did too finishing within your walls and filling you with his royally manged seed. There was something so beautiful about completing an end of a life with the commencing details of sex; the performance for creating a child, and whilst you weren’t planning a pregnancy, it felt almost holy to climax afterwards, as though it was a reward for ridding the earth of such terrible people. Richard was the best man that you had ever met, and you had done right by marrying him, instead of it being by another’s demand though it was your own ill wish to abide by, and whilst he was deranged in the mirrored sense that you were, there was one thing about him that no other man exhibited. Honesty. Brutal honesty.

[writingformadderton]

Yes, Sir 💋

~~~Pt. 2 to Please, Miss~~~

Ship: Richard Madden x Female Reader

Word Count: 2792

Summary: Richard gets his revenge on (Y/N) after the night she tried to be in charge. Time to show her who’s boss.

Additional Tags: SMUT, a little bit of fluff, Dom!Richard, Sub!Reader

It had been more than a week since that night with Richard. You two hadn’t spoken about it since, but you knew better than to just brush it off. You had the most control that night, and it was exhilarating. In the end, Richard took back control, but the look in his eyes showed that he enjoyed himself beyond what words could tell you. He relished in being your submissive that night. He craved that feeling again, but didn’t dare bring it to your attention. No, he was on a mission first. He was going to get you back for that night.

Though he had a great time, he needed to remind you who was in charge no matter how many times he allowed you to have the upper hand. You know Richard, and that means you know better than anyone how much he craved control. That shy, gentleman in public was the complete opposite in the bedroom and you had the stories to prove it. After that night, you had been on edge for what’s to come next. You knew it was coming at some point.

Little did you know, today was that day. You were cleaning the empty home, music blasting through the speakers as you moved through your living room. Richard had been in a meeting with a director for an upcoming project the last few hours, so you assumed it was going well. This gave you enough time to get a lot done around the house and think about what to cook for dinner. Maybe even some brownies for dessert, you were craving something sweet over the last few days. After finishing up the last bit of cleaning, you put away your supplies and wash your hands.

You begin to cook, music still blasting, and get lost in the process. Cooking was a love of yours and thankfully Richard loves to eat. Tonight, you would have a favorite of you both, grilled salmon with fried rice and grilled vegetables. You hummed along to the music and chopped the vegetables effortlessly. Richard always asked why you didn’t pursue culinary school, but you just didn’t have the time. Better to just learn how to cook at home and perfect your skills. You don’t hear your phone ringing on the dinner table with various calls and texts from your boyfriend. No big deal. He’ll be home soon anyways.

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Richard comes home about a half hour later, just a few minutes after you’ve finished cooking. He raises his eyebrows as he comes into contact with the blaring music. That’s why she didn’t answer the calls, he thinks to himself. Shaking his head with a smile, he takes off his jacket and shoes and walks further into the home. You walk out of the kitchen with two full plates in your hand and set them on the table. “Oh, my favorite. Must be my lucky day.” His thick accent rings through the atmosphere after he turns the music down.

You look up at him and smile. “Well look who’s home. How did the meeting go?” You ask and sit down at the table. He sits across from you and you give him a fork, the two of you digging into your food immediately.

“It went great actually. He wants me to start shooting in a few weeks. And for now, I don’t have to travel, so I’m still coming home to you at night.” He starts talking and eats.

“Now that’s what I love to hear.” You wink and chuckle, eating your salmon.

Richard smiles and admires you. Taking in your appearance, he can tell you’ve been cleaning today. Hair in a messy bun, one of his old t-shirts, a pair of shorts. As much as he loved you when you were all dolled up and stunning, he loved you more like this. The candid version of you, flaws and all. It made him so proud to have you. His eyes shone as he completely neglects his food and watches you.

You feel his eyes on you after a few seconds and look up. You meet his eyes and blush. “What?” You ask, concerned.

“You’re just so amazing. I could stare at you all day.” He trails off as he looks in your eyes and bites his lip. You blush deeper and look away from him. He still knew what to say after all these years. He notices your reaction and grins to himself. He knew what that deep blush meant. He knew your body was heating up, just how he needed it to.

“You can stare at me later. Your food is gonna get cold.” You warn him with an eyebrow raise. He sticks his tongue out at you and goes back to eating. Oh, he’ll be doing more than just staring.

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You finished eating soon after and cleaned up. Now the two of you were in the kitchen, Rich leaned against the kitchen island as you mixed together the ingredients for brownies. You laugh at a comment he makes and hide your face a bit. The way you shy away sometimes and try to hide yourself. It makes him want to open you up and ruin you. A low growl rumbles in his chest and he bites his lip.

You hear it, but ignore it as you put the batter in the awaiting, greased up pan. The effect he had on your body was insane. Though you had the same effect on him, you couldn’t understand how quickly your body would flush at the simplest touch or look. It amazed you in every way. You bite your lip and grab the pan carefully. Opening the oven, you lean forward and bend a bit to slide the pan into the oven carefully, not wanting to spill any of the chocolate goodness. But that was all Richard needed.

He watches you and smirks, stepping closer to you. As soon as you close the metal door, a hard smack lands on your ass. You yelp and quickly stand and cover yourself, turning around to face him. He grins and pulls you close to his body, replacing your hands with his own and squeezing your ass.

With a gasp, you look up and into his eyes. His ocean blue eyes are clouded in lust and his attention is solely on you. He wanted you now. “Rich, I just put the brownies in the oven. We need to keep an eye on them.” You try to reason with him.

His grip on your body told you otherwise. “We will. We won’t leave this kitchen.” He smirks and begins to kiss your neck. You close your eyes as your breath hitches, your head falling back a bit. He takes the opportunity to wrap one hand around your neck and bite down on your ear. You moan out. “Those pretty little sounds leaving your mouth just makes me want you more.”

“Rich.” You breathe out his name and open your eyes. He grins and kisses your lips roughly. A moan leaves your throat as his tongue dominates yours and his grip gets a bit tighter. You get lost in the feel of his lips.

He backs you both towards the kitchen island. Turning you around in his arms, he bends you over the island and grabs both your wrists with the hand that was on your throat. His other hand is slowly traveling all over your body. With a light chuckle, he leans down over you and his lips ghost over your ear. “Even though I enjoyed our little game last week, don’t forget who owns you.” He whispers and nips at your ear.

Your eyes widen. Shit. You needed to act fast. “Rich, you know you loved the way I made you feel. You couldn’t get enough of me.” You breathe out and rub your ass against his crotch. Feeling his semi-hard on, you bite your lip. His breath hitches in your ear and his hold on your hands gets tighter. “Maybe I should finish what I started.” You tease. Maybe he’ll give in and let you give him that feeling again.

But the slap on your ass sends a shiver down your spine and heat to your core. “I’ll finish it for you darling.” The sting was painfully delicious and you needed more. As if he read your mind, he slaps it again and again, the moans spilling from your throat feeding more into his hunger. He suddenly stops and you pant out as you feel the wetness pool between your thighs. “And everything I start, I make sure I finish.”

You have a short breath of air before you feel your shorts being slid down and off your legs. The air hits your core instantly. You didn’t wear panties today and it didn’t seem to matter to you. It was a casual Saturday, no guests came over. Until now.

Richard kneels down and quickly swipes his tongue over your core. Your body jolts in shock and you moan out. “Fuck Rich.” He smirks and spreads your legs a bit, immediately burying his face in your core. His tongue worked quickly on your clit, feeding his hunger to taste you. You moan against the countertop, reveling in the feeling.

His grip loosens on your wrists and you feel his arms wrap around your thighs, pushing his tongue harder on your clit. His soft groans on your core make you gush more. You couldn’t stop your moans from getting louder, the feeling was too great. You take one of your hands and grip the back of his head, rubbing his scalp. “Seems like my good girl is enjoying herself.” He speaks when he pulls away from you for just a split second. He teases the tip of his tongue on your entrance and you gasp loudly.

“Don’t be a tease Rich.” You whine and pull his hair a bit.

“Now babygirl, you know my name when my tongue is in your pussy.” Rich corrects you and rubs your clit with his thumb. He wants to push you to the edge and keep you there. And knowing your body, he could go on for hours holding you on the edge. “What’s my name?”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I need your tongue, please.” You moan out.

“Good girl.” He growls and pushes his tongue inside you.

“Shit!” You cry out. His tongue flicks and slurps up your juices. He was concentrated and steady, yet his tongue switched between fucking you and wrapping around your clit. Rich was attacking you as if he would never be able to taste you again, as if you would slip through his grip. The thought made him grip your thighs tighter and attack your insides. You bite your lip hard, but you couldn’t stop yourself from pushing his head closer to your core and moaning obscenely.

Your body jerks when he sucks harshly on your clit. Rich smirks, he had you right where he wanted you. That coil in your stomach was tightening faster by the second and all you needed was a little push to send you over the edge. And you knew exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Sir, I need to cum. Please Sir. Please let me cum.” You start to beg and grind against his tongue.

“Oh baby, you gotta do better than that.” He teases you and sucks on your clit.

“Fuck Sir! Please! I need to cum!” You cry out and close your eyes. Suddenly, Richard speeds up his movements and tightens that coil in your stomach. “Sir Please!!” You gasp when you feel yourself about to explode. Just one more flick of his tongue.

Richard grins and pulls away from you completely. You whine loudly. Sitting up on your elbows, you look back at him. “I was so close!” You beg.

“Oh looks like the tables have turned.” He teases and stands up. He leans over you and kisses you harshly, snaking his hand in your hair. Standing up straight, he pulls your hair and makes you arch your back. You bite your lip with a moan. He grinds against you and smirks. You can feel how hard he is, and it makes you melt.

“Sir, I need you.” You plead to him and rubs your ass against him. Tease him just enough and take what you want, you think to yourself. “Please, I’ll be a good girl for you.”

“You will. I’ll make sure of it.” He growls and unbuckles his belt, pulling down his zipper. You squirm in anticipation and he spanks you hard. “Be still or you won’t get to cum.” He warns with a tug of your hair.

You whimper and sit still, but still impatient to feel him. He knew it, he was teasing you. Getting you back for what you had done to him. He wanted you to feel everything he had felt. He teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, covering it in your juices.

“Fuck.” You breathe out.

With a grin, he slides into your core all the way. You gasp at the feeling, you’ll never get used to his size. He sits still, feeling your core pulsate around him. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Gotta open you up babygirl.” He holds your hip with his free hand and starts thrusting into you hard.

“Shit! Oh god!” You yell and plant your hands on the counter.

Richard groans above you with every thrust. His grip on your waist and hair are firm as he holds you in place. He was owning you, showing you who you belonged to so you’d never forget. Letting you know that he will always be in charge. And you loved every second of it.

The more he pushed inside you, and hit your spot every time, the more you craved his cock and fueled your need to cum. But it wouldn’t be easy. You just needed to get done before the brownies started to burn.

“Listen to those filthy moans leaving your mouth. Fuck babygirl.” He spanks your ass. “You’re gonna make me cum already.” He grunts out and gasps when he feels you squeeze around his cock. “Just like that. Good girl.”

God, he was a master with words. He was going to make you cum just from them. But the way he was hitting your spot was heavenly. God, just a few more thrusts. Just a few more.

“But first, you’re gonna cum. You’re gonna give me all of it.” He smirks and moves his hand from your hip to your clit, rubbing fast.

“Oh fuck Sir!” You scream out. “Please please let me cum. I can’t hold it!” You clench around his cock and try to hold yourself back.

“Uhn uhn. Hold it.” He warns you and rubs your clit faster.

“Sir please!” You feel tears sting your eyes. This was too much. Your body was beginning to get sensitive. And with him holding your release was becoming too much. “Sir!”

“Just a few more babygirl.” Richard rubs faster and pushes into you harder.

You shut your eyes tight and clench around him tighter.

“Cum for me babygirl.” He breathes out.

That was all it took. You gasp loud as the knot in your stomach unravels. You scream out and cum all over him. “Yes yes fuck!” You call out like a prayer. Your core milking him for everything he had. You collapse onto the counter, welcoming the coolness of the tiles.

He groans and thrust into you once more before cumming inside you. “Shit!” He grips the counter and finishes off with a few sloppy thrusts. His panting sounding like music to your ears.

You two spend a few minutes in that position, panting until you could finally slow down your racing hearts. Finally, you lean up and smile back at him. “Thank you Sir.”

Richard smiles and leans forward, kissing you passionately. “Of course, babygirl.” He pulls out of you slowly, the both of you whimpering from the disconnect. He kisses your back and fixes his pants. “Come on.” He carefully helps you stand and puts your shorts back on your legs.

“I guess I should have the upper-hand more often.” You chuckle and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Not a chance.” He jokes and sticks his tongue out at you. You kiss it and chuckle. “Are you okay?”

“Okay? I loved every second. I love it when you’re rough with me.” You admit and kiss his neck.

He grins and holds you close. You share a loving embrace.

“And look, the brownies aren’t burning.” He says with a grin as he points to the oven.

“Yea yea.” You laugh and kiss his cheek.