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đđžđ Ü Sunghoon was your stepbrother, and ever since your two fractured families merged into one, heâs had feelings for you. Deep down, he knows the attraction is wrong, but the taboo of it all only made it more addicting to himâŚ
đ¸đđđđśđžđđ ・・・ KINKTOBER SPECIAL, swearing, kissing, mentions of virginity loss, oral (m. r), masturbation (f. r), stepcest kink, cum eating, manhandling, face slapping, hair pulling, breath play, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mentions of 02z, reader is younger than sunghoon & has long hair, short parental argument, thatâs all
đORD đOUNT ⨞ 4199 â đŕžŕ˝˛ Day 10 đŕžŕ˝˛
âSheâs hot as fuck, I canât help itâŚâ Sunghoon sighed while readjusting himself in his seat just at the mere thought of you.
He and his two friends, Jake and Jay, were hanging out in your step-fatherâs backyard near the pool, helping themselves toa few cold drinks and some conversation while round about the outdoor table.
âWho fucking cares, dude?â Jake asked rhetorically, his Australian accent rugged and thick with utter confusion and disgust.
âExactly broâŚÂ youâre playing with dangerous fire here, Hoon, and trust me when I say you donât wanna mess with that step-sis shitâŚâ Jay added, crossing his legs where where he sat.
âWhy not, though?â Sunghoon challenged, pulling out his phone to swipe a few notifications clouding his screen.
âWell, for starters, screwing your step-sister in real life is a lot more tricky than how itâs shown in pornosâŚÂ secondly, you two could be blood-related for all you know!â Jake pitched in, spreading his arms as if to convey increased importance.
âPleaseâŚ. I highly doubt thatâŚâ Sunghoon scoffed, shaking his head at his friend's cautious protest.
âRight⌠and what makes you so sure then, huh..? Youâve taken any DNA tests lately?â Jay questioned matter-of-factly.
âOf course not, idiot, but thatâs beside the pointââ
âShe might have the same dad as you!â Jake went on in a fit of concern.
âNot possible⌠my father had a vasectomy before I was even born, and my step-sisterâs younger than meâŚâ
âThen you all might have the same mom, it doesnât matter! You never know with this type of stuff, dudeââ
âWait- ShhhâŚâ Sunghoon whispered, just as a womanâs voice in the distance filled his ears until you eventually walked by.
âHey, Hoon!â You chirped, paying a brief yet respectable wave to his friends as well, âYour dadâs been looking for you all afternoon, by the wayâŚâ
âOh yeah? Whatâs up with him?â Sunghoon asked��in between taking a sip from his soda can.
âHe said something about you leaving the garage door unlocked last night?âŚÂ I donât know, maybe he just wants to talk to you about itâŚâ
âGod⌠I mean, okay, uhâŚÂ thanks for letting me know, sisâŚâ
âMhm,â you hummed with a nod, right before turning on your heel and walking back from whence you came...
âDad?â Jay repeated with confusion.
âSis?â Jake added, just as confused.
âYup⌠and we donât look very similar now, do we?â Sunghoon offered with a proud smirk, taking the last sip of his cherry cola with a clenched jaw and sighing at the fizzy sensation.
âFine, but what difference does it make when you live under the same roof and share a set of parents, biologically or not?âÂ
The space felt quiet at Jayâs sudden comment, with nothing other than chirping birds in the distance filling the void.Â
âLook man, I gotta go now, but please, at the very leastâŚÂ considerâŚÂ our advice,â Jay said in a more solemn tone before shuffling from his seat and standing up to walk away.
âYea⌠I meanâŚÂ Iâll consider it,â Sunghoon nodded nonchalantly while waving his friend off, but Jay didnât see it as shady because thatâs how Sunghoon always actedâŚ
Numb, absent, impetuous.
Itâs those precise qualities in him that initially earned your attraction, and they were the same qualities that eventually made you stick aroundâŚ
1 hour laterâŚ
âItâs so pretty, HoonâŚâ you admired from beneath your step-brother, trailing an inquisitive finger along the underside of his cock as he nearly dug crescents into the palms of his hands from how tightly he balled his fists.
He was just so, so sensitiveâŚ
âCan I now?â You asked softly, eager to finally have his cock in your mouth and stretching your slutty little lips apart with his thicknessâŚ
And to no oneâs shock, he was just as eager to have your mouth around him, tooâŚ
Of all the private time youâve spent with Sunghoon, you two had tried almost everything in the books from dry humping, nipple sucking (on both sides), vaginal sex, cockwarming, and even mutual masturbation on some accountsâŚ
Though, you had never tried giving him oral before, and itâs an act thatâs been on your mental bucket list for quite a while now.
âGo on, angel,â Sunghoon groaned, watching intently as you began prepping him by stroking the base of his length, and he swears a hand has never felt so good around his cock before.
Your step-brother, being the handsome guy that he was, had his fair share of sexual experiences in the pastâŚ
However, once he met you, or more accurately, once yâall crossed that dangerous physical boundary, he fell in love with you in a way that would never be considered brotherly.
Simply put, you were the best at everything to him; making him feel better after a bad day, listening to his most profound thoughts when no one else would, etc etc.
And it helped that you were one of the most beautiful girls he had met, tooâŚ
The first time he had sex with you, he remembered gazing at your cunt first before sliding himself in, and he felt so bad for having to be the first one to stretch you out.
You were so tight and fragile and he was so thick and long that it took more than a few tries just to have sex properlyâŚ
But since then, you became his little fuck toy, and he simply dreaded the thought of some other guy getting to enjoy those parts of you one dayâŚ
The parts he worked so hard to cultivate in youâŚÂ the parts that he felt should be for his eyes and his eyes onlyâŚ
âOhhh, God,â Sunghoon groaned suddenly, sealing his pretty brown eyes shut at the feeling of your lips sliding along the center of his shaft.
His tip, the most sensitive part of his cock, found utter bliss in the back of your tight throat, and his tense hips subconsciously bucked into your mouth, causing you to tap his thigh as a sign to slow down.
âSorry,â he whispered, tucking your hair behind your ear to prevent it from getting in the way, but you couldnât help yourself from marveling at the way his length twitched inside your mouth, its tip already crying out precum as you kept bobbing your head nice and slow.
And it was genuinely such an honor to be sucking him off, considering how much he had done for you in the pastâŚÂ things that your parents never had to find out about because he was there to help you.
For instance, you vividly recall the time when a deadbeat date you met at a party dropped you off on the side of the road after you rejected his sexual advances, and Sunghoon was the only person who answered your call that nightâŚ
That same night marked the first night you kissed each otherâŚÂ in his car at a red light on your way home, to be preciseâŚÂ
And you cried the rest of the drive back to the family mansion until Sunghoon managed to finally calm you down with a hug⌠one that led to him sleeping in your bed that night with his clothed cock slowly rutting against the curve of your assâŚ
You remember pretending like it didnât happen for a while until eventually, the taboo craving was reciprocated in you; you wanted Sunghoon just as much as he always wanted youâŚ
âFuck, babyâŚÂ âm so close,â your stepbrother groaned in pleasure, keeping his hands in your hair because it was genuinely one of his favorite parts about you, âYea⌠keep drooling around my fat cock, baby⌠just like that⌠shit~â
You squeezed your thighs at Sunghoonâs desperate dirty talk, feeling yourself getting more and more turned on every time he swore beneath his breath.
âGo on, angel⌠touch yourself for me,â he mewled from above you, compelling you to do exactly what he just suggested.
Slipping your fingers past the waistband of your skirt, you found your core instantly given how you werenât wearing any underwear.
You slid your digits over your folds while still sucking his dick before humming at the feeling of your aching clit finallygetting some attention.
âDidnât know sucking my cock would turn you on so much,â he snickered through a smirk, only to groan once again as you hummed around his dick, reeling him even closer to climaxing.
With just a few more bobs of your head, Sunghoon was finally coming undone, screwing his thick eyebrows shut with his head thrown back.
His thumbs slowly outlined the side of your hairline as he looked back down at you with pure affection, slipping his cock out of you as cum coated every surface of your mouthâ
âCâmere, princess,â he whispered in a raspy voice, finding your lips in the sweetest kiss as your tongues intertwined, all while you still stimulated your clit beneath your clothesâŚ
And as if you werenât feeling a bit lightheaded already, you definitely were now, feeling your hips spasm the more and more his tongue ran against yours.
Before you knew it, you were crying out Sunghoonâs name into his mouth and creaming all over your fingers.
âShhh,â he cooed while holding your head in place with a gentle hand, backing away only once so he could see the look on your face as you finished.
It was such a beautiful sight to him, tooâŚÂ the way your eyes brimmed with tears as you bit down on your lower lip, trying to keep quiet but failing nonethelessâŚ
He loved every part of itâ
Knock, knock, knock.
âSunghoon, are you in there?â Your mom called out from behind the door, just mere feet away from you two.
âUhh, yeah, whatâs up?â Sunghoon asked as calmly as he could manage while you both worked on readjusting your clothes back.
âYour fatherâs ready to have dinner with everyone,â she continued, trying to listen in on what was happening on the other side of the door, only to have her ears filled with the sound of shuffling.
âAlright, Iâll be down in a minute,â Sunghoon answered, just as you stood up to kiss him again, desperate for more.
âGreatâŚÂ Iâll go and tell your sister to join us, too,â she said before finally walking away, and you smiled even deeper into the kiss as Sunghoonâs hands found your body, guiding your hips closer against him.
30 minutes laterâŚ
âWhyâre you making such a big deal out of this, Dad?â
âBecause youâre too irresponsible for your age,â your stepfather scolded at the dinner table, the awkward clinking of silver forks against glass plates filling the room.
âJust because I forgot to lock the garage back on one night?â
âOne night is all it takes for someone to come in and rob us, son,â his dad argued in between chewing on a piece of steak,âif you ever want this property or anything in the family estate to be yours, you better start acting like it belongs to you alreadyâŚâ
âBut I do, DadâŚÂ canât you see that?â Sunghoon asked with frustration in between eating some rice from his plate, âI keep the pool clean, cut the lawn weekly, and help out with bills, what else do you want me to do?â
âLock the garage door back at night. Letâs start there,â his dad said plainly, and Sunghoon simply scoffed at his words.
âRight⌠got it, sir, but Iâll be excusing myself now,â Sunghoon said while getting up from the table with his dad in unison.
âNo, you sit back down and finish eating so you can help your mom and sister clean upâŚÂ Iâm going to my roomâŚâ
âUgh,â your mother sighed, getting up from the table and following in the exact steps as Sunghoonâs father did, âSorry to leave you guys hanging, but I think Iâm gonna call it a night and just chill out with your dadâŚâ
âOh⌠yeah, thatâs fine,â you and your stepbrother smiled softly while getting up to wash dishes, âhave a good nightâŚâ
âYou, too, guys,â she smiled softly with her hands clasped in front of her before eventually leaving.
In the meantime, you got started on loading the dishwasher and wiping the kitchen surfaces; Sunghoon helped by sweeping and taking out the trash.
Afterward, you and Sunghoon sat on the living room couch and talked for a bit, the sound of the dishwashing machine thrumming in the distance.
You remembered his friends kept giving you weird looks earlier, so you decided to ask Sunghoon what they were talking about as a conversation starter.
âOh- nothing, really⌠they were just curious about who you were, is allâŚâ Sunghoon answered plainly, gentle clicks coming from his fingers as he toggled with the TV remote, searching for something good to watch.
And you knew it shouldnât have affected you so much, but you could almost feel his hands all over you again just from looking at themâŚ
You could feel the way his fingers were cupping your face earlier, and the way his palm felt resting on the small of your back as he kissed you that eveningâ
âWanna watch something scary?â He offered, interrupting your brief thoughts.
âDo we even have a choice?â You returned while glancing at the screen, shocked to see there were predominantly horror movies playing tonight.
âI swear, it's like people never get bored of having scary movie marathons,â Sunghoon shrugged before eventually turning the TV off.
Currently, you were both sitting opposite to each other on the couch, up until your stepbrother patted the empty space next to him, signaling for you to come closer.
You laid your head on his shoulder, and the warmth of his body radiating through the cotton sweater he wore made you sigh in comfort.
âWhat, you're getting sleepy already?â Sunghoon asked with a soft smile, not expecting you to have snuggled against him so suddenly.
âNo,â you said, reaching for his pale hand before tracing the nail beds of his fingers with your own, âjust wanna enjoy this gentle moment with you...â
âOh... Seriously?â
âMhm...â You hummed against him, making the smile on his face linger for a little longer, âCan I ask you something?â
âYea, what is it?â
âWell... hypothetically speaking, if your dad left his bedroom door open all night, how much do you think we could get away with in here?âŚâ
â____...â
âRelax, it's just a question,â you pouted, letting go of his hand and touching his tense thigh instead.
He gulped before answering.
âOkay then... hypothetically speaking... I know I could keep quiet during a lot of things, but you on the other hand...â his voice trailed off as he gave you a knowing look instead of finishing his sentence.
âWhat? Finish what you were gonna say, loser,â you chuckled, sitting up to look him in the face now, but judging from his cheeks alone, you could tell he was a bit flustered about something...
âHey,â you spoke softly, moving your hand from his thigh and cupping his face instead, but it didn't stay there long before he was pushing you on your back, caging you beneath him on the sofa.
âI think it might be better if I just show you instead of telling you, hm?â He whispered, dangerously close to your face, and you felt your heart rate increase while caged beneath himâŚ
Not because you were nervous, but because you knew your parents were likely still awake, and youâd hate to get caught in a position like this.
âS-Sunghoon, maybe not in here, okay?â You began with shaky breaths, trying to keep your voice as low as possible now,âItâs too riskyâŚâ
âShhh,â he whispered again, right before leaning down to kiss you, and you hated how it was truly that easy for him to win your submission.
Sliding a hand over your breasts, he found your neck in his grip, gently but firmly.
Though, the pressure only increased from here, and it was enough to make you squeak.
âYouâre seriously getting all noisy, and just from that?â He judged you with a snicker, âIf you want me to fuck you, yâknow youâre gonna have to stay quiet, pretty⌠think you can do that for me?⌠hm?â
You could only manage to whimper in response, and he finally freed your neck from his rough hand, at first you think itâsbecause heâs easing up on you, but then you realize that he was just getting started.
Sitting up, he tugs your pants down to your thighs, only to have you immediately pull them back up again.
âDo you really wanna force me to get rough with you tonight, baby?â Sunghoon slithered, cupping your entire cunt in his hand before grinding his palm against your clothed sex, and he almost laughed out loud at the way you squirmed now.
âI canât believe youâre being this s-stupid right now,â you stammered, but you couldnât stop your hips from subconsciously bucking against the delicious friction he provided.
âLook at you⌠rejecting my advances only to grind against my hand like a bitch in heat,â he retorted, spitting in his free palm before slapping you across the cheek, the added moisture only adding to the echo of the impact.
You wanted to curse him out, kick him, punch him, or even just yell at him for doing that to youâŚÂ but someway, somehow, you felt your body freeze at his gaze, and tears erupted from your eyelash beds in the same way they did the first night he kissed youâŚÂ the first night he claimed you as hisâŚ
âNow, you know I didnât wanna have to do that, sweetie,â Sunghoon pouted with a hoarseness to his tone, and you immediately felt his erection brush up against your thigh.
âAs my little sister, youâre supposed to obey me, no matter what I ask of you,â he continued tenderly now, wiping the tears from your face with the back of his hand.
Your cheek still stung from where he slapped you, and it only made matters worse when you heard shuffling from your parent's room.
âB-but⌠I am ob-beying you,â you sniffled, voice cracking slightly as he kissed your face right where he struck you.
âGood,â he smiles, ceasing his hand in groping your cunt, âSo that means youâll let me make you feel good and youâllkeep quiet then, right?â
âY-yes, Sunghoon,â you nodded, feeling him kiss your lips one last time before freeing you of his daunting shadow, only to stand up from the couch and tug you in whatever position he pleased.
And he handled your body as if you were weightless, but you knew that had more to do with his strength training than anything.
Situating you on your knees on the floor of the couch, he knelt behind you, caressing your waist while pressing his front against your ass.
Keeping all your clothes on, the only thing he did was slide both of your bottoms down, and you donât think you ever felt more eager than you did once the cool room air hit your aching cunt.
And thatâs when your stepbrother started sliding his burning red cock between your folds, trying his hardest not to spank you as that would only make more noise.
âYou ready, baby?â He asked, making a makeshift ponytail of your hair, but before you could even answer, he was already sliding inside you all the way now.
And because you and he had sex so many times in the past, itâs like your walls were carved just for him.
No matter the circumstance, Sunghoon could always count on you being ready to take him in every which way he desiredâŚ
So, when you put up a little fight today, he made sure to remember it as he started rutting into you, keeping one hand firmly at your hips while the other one secured your head.
âOhhâŚ. mmm⌠ahhh,â you hummed, keeping your eyes shut completely as the faint sound of skin against skin filled the room.
His cock felt so good inside you, just like it always didâŚÂ given the position, your cunt was angled a little different than what you were used to, but it helped him to fuck even deeper into you anyway.
âFeels good, baby?⌠Yea?⌠You just love taking your step-brotherâs fat cock in your tight cunt, donât youâŚÂ you dirty little- nghh,â Sunghoon groaned breathlessly from behind you, pulling your hair back further now as he roughly pounded into you again and again.
âYour ass is so perfect, too,â he slurred, and all the dirty talk was making your pussy throb even more, with his greedy cock loving the sensation as well.
âFuck, Hoonie,â you whimpered quietly, arching your back a bit so he could fuck you even deeper, when suddenly, you felt his grip release from your hair, causing your face to meet the couch cushions.
You could conveniently bury your face into the, whenever you felt like making a noise, letting all your naughty little sounds dissipate into the cotton.
He was bucking his hips behind you so fast and hard though now that even the wooden floorboards were starting to creakâŚ
âNghhâŚ. Oh my gâŚÂ ahhâŚÂ fuck, baby,â you whined into the couch, but being so lost in the pleasure, it didnât seem like Sunghoon cared to keep quiet anymore either.
He was grunting all loud like a madman now, and if it wasnât for the air conditioner drowning out the squelching noises of skin-to-skin, youâre certain your parents wouldâve caught you like thisâŚ
Your hearts pounded in unison as Sunghoon's hands continued to roam over your soft, supple body, tracing the curves of her hips before grabbing hold of the swells of your breasts.Â
You couldn't help but let out a stifled moan as squeezed you in his grip, filling you with an intensity that was almost too much to bear.
Biting down on your wrist, you tried your hardest to keep yourself from crying out, but it wasnât long before you felt your walls tightening around him, Bo your collective breaths growing more ragged as you approached the brink.Â
âS-Sunghoon, Iâm getting close,â you gasped, feeling something in your stomach tighten the faster your stepbrotherfucked his throbbing cock into you.
âS-so am I,â he stammered as the initially deep tone of his voice started to sound more desperate and vulnerable.
Sunghoon's eyes fluttered shut as he concentrated on the pleasure your soaking wet hole provided him with, digging his nails into your hips to contain all the energy within himself until it finally happened; with a silent scream of pleasure, you shuddered around his cock, making him lean forward to cover your mouth and conceal your moans, causing you to whine into his hand.
Swearing beneath your breath, he felt it was safe to remove his hand from your mouth now as your body arched off of the couch, and Sunghoonâs orgasm followed closely behind.
Not wanting to finish inside you, he pulled out as quickly as he could, jerking his slimy cock with the same hand he just covered your mouth with before cumming all over your back, using it as a landscape for his ivory release.
Sunghoon then pulled your shirt back over to cover you, and if you werenât so tired and fucked out, the feeling of his sticky cum smearing under the cotton of your clothes wouldâve made you cringe.
The two of you just lay there for a moment, panting and trembling with slick sheens of sweat decorating every corner of your collective bodies.
With a satisfied sigh, you looked down the hallway, noticing that your parent's door was already closed and that perhaps,the two of you missed it earlier given all the excitement.
You were already starting to feel the aches in your body creep up on you given how rough Sunghoon was being, but that all melted away once his lips connected with yours, humming into a gentle kiss.
âLet me help you to bed, sissy,â he whispered, helping you get up from the ground now.
He offered to carry you, but you insisted that you could walk on your own.
A few steps later, you were eventually in your bedroom with Sunghoonâs delicate hands getting to work on removing your shirt and wiping down your back.
Sliding a nightgown over your head, he gave you one last kiss goodnight before sweeping off to his own room nowâŚÂ but something in you told you this wasnât the last youâd see of him tonightâŚ
It was on nights like this that you missed Sunghoon most; despite how you two had already shared such intense intimacy with each other, you still craved his presence, and of course, he felt the same.
As you forced your eyes shut to hopefully get some sleep in, you comforted yourself with the fact that you never heard the soft click of the door latch from Sunghoonâs bedroom, letting you know that itâd only be a few minutes before his footsteps would echo through the hallway as heâd slip into bed beside you.
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Plot âş if you had told yourself six weeks ago, that you would meet the camboy youâve been faping for a year, youâd laugh. But meeting Gojo was a curse from God. Part 2 of this post!
Warnings âş same as before. Gojo is a little shit and very annoying. A bit of dubious consent at first since reader doesnât say âyesâ. Nothing extreme. How yall not notice the porn I linked in p.1 though? Smh
Kinks âş size kink, praise, rough sex, lite dry humping, creampie, manhandling, possessive Gojo, groping, brat behavior from reader, lite dom/sub,
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âTodayâs my lucky day, huh?â
Oh, fuck.
You kinda just⌠stood there for a few seconds, staring at Gojo in shock. Before you screamed out in fear and ran into the back room.
So humiliating.
âHahaha!!! Put your glass back on, your blue eyes scared (Name)!â Nobara laughed, walking to join you in the back room. Megumi only rolled his eyes.
Nobara found you in a fetal position on the ground, rocking back and forth as she stared at you in shock.
âOkay, I know his eyes are freaky but it couldnât have been that bad,â she said, kneeling down to get on your level. She âcomfortablyâ patted your hair, twirling a few strands around her index finger.
It took a few minutes before you could really open your mouth.
âIâŚknowâŚhimâŚâ
âHow? This is his first time here.â
You sat upright, staring Nobara right in the eyes.
âCamboy.â
Nobara was quiet, her eyes slowly widening as she took in the new information. Her mouth opened as a shriek left her mouth.
âNo fucking way?! Him?! Youâve seen his dick?!â
âNobara!!!â
She lowered her voice. âHim? Really? The one I called a 4 inch? HeâsâŚ. The one you had the call with? Holy shit! Do you think he remembers you?â
âHopefully⌠not.. but he said itâs his lucky day.. do you thinkâŚ?â
âMaybe heâs still mad over the four inch comment.â
âUhm.â
âOr maybe heâs upset that you were a guy.â
âI dunnoâŚâ
âOh! Maybe he wants to fuck you.â
âOh câmon. Now youâre just saying shit.â You stood up with a grunt. âIf Iâm lucky, he was just saying something about getting a discount. Can you do the cake for him? I really donât wanna talk to him.â
Nobara frowned but didnât say anything else. She walked away to go do Gojoâs order. It was silent for the most part, the slight muffled voices of Gojo and Nobara talking. Though it seemed Nobara was talking shit about him.
Hopefully, Gojo wouldnât come here again due to Megumiâs insistence.
ËË°â˘*ââˇ
âSo, can you take my order this time?â
You blinked, staring right at Gojo as he leaned on the counter, grinning at you. It was in the evening and the cafe was mostly empty. So you didnât feel bad about shaking your head. You had hoped this blue eyed freak would leave you alone but he seemed set on bothering you.
Heâd even come on days Megumi wasnât there yet or was off that day!
You didnât speak to him directly. Too embarrassed. All you could remember was your desperate moans to know his name. Yup, no way in hell were you going to speak to him.
Nobara came over to the cashier and took overâyou didnât even have to ask. This had been happening for weeks now. Just a simple look was all she needed. Even Inumaki and Megumi knew what to do. Though the two didnât know why you seemed so adverse to speaking to Gojo.
Megumi believed you hated him for being annoying. He could relate to that.
Inumaki believed Gojo mustâve did something because you hardly hated people.
So he did from time to time purposely put salt in Gojoâs coffee.
And would sometimes put jalapeĂąo seeds into his food.
What could he say? A true friend.
Nobara was the only one to know the truth. And while she did think you were overreacting a bitâshe knew how embarrassing your actions were. If you didnât want to speak to Gojo, so be it. Sheâs not one to force it.
You were in the back room when Nobara came back, sighing to herself. She plopped down on the chair beside you, staring down at the table before looking over to you.
âThat blue eyed slut keeps asking for you itâs annoying.â
âSlut?â
âAffectionately.â She said. ââWhy does he keep ignoring me?â âWhy isnât he speaking to me?â âLet me talk to him.â âArenât you his friend?â Blah blah blaaaah!â She cried, her voice rising in pitch out of frustration as her hands dug into her scalp, moving her hair around.
âWhat would he even want to talk about?â You whispered to yourself.
âMaybe heâs scared youâre going to tell Megumi.â
âWhat would I gain from that? The only thing Iâll tell Megumi is to ban him from the cafe.â
Nobara let out a soft huff. âReally though⌠if heâs making you that uncomfortable, tell Megumi.â She said, her voice suddenly serious. She reached out and rested her hand against yours, squeezing it gently. âYou donât even have to tell Megumi the true reason⌠he wonât judge. If it comes down to it, weâll tell Boss.â
She pulled away. Your eyes met hers, a bit shocked at how.. caring she was about the situation. You knew you were overreacting a bit and a normal person wouldâve just told Gojo straight up to leave them alone. And you knew she was right.
Megumi wouldnât judge. He would tell Gojo to stop coming.
ButâŚ
It was like you didnât want him to go for some reason.
In the back of your mind, you truly wanted to know why he kept bothering you.
Was he angry?
Scared youâd tell people?
Well⌠it couldnât be good either way.
You just hoped heâd get tired of you soon.
ËË°â˘*ââˇ
The sound of loud music was beating with your heart as you leaned against the wall. You, Nobara, and a begrudged Megumi were at a newly opened gay club in Shibuya. It was cool for like the first two hours but now your social battery was practically dead.
Megumi was somewhere⌠you remembered him saying he needed some fresh air.
Nobara was having the time of her life with some girls on the dance floor. Good for her.
You were dressed way more conservatively than most of the people at the club. Just a t-shirt and pants. You werenât someone to dress up like that. As you drowned your drink and placed it on the bar counter, you asked for some water.
No one was approaching you which was great. You didnât know if you could handle talking to someone right now.
But that soon changed when someone was suddenly right beside you.
A taller guy, black hair and brown eyes. He seemed to be looking for one thing. You didnât look his way at first, believing he was just getting a drink until a shot glass was slid over to you.
âWhatâs a pretty boy like you doing here all alone?â
TypicalâŚ
You forced a slight smile. âIâm here with friends. No thanks.â You said, sliding the shot back over to him. He shrugged and took it himself, downing in seconds.
It was quiet for a moment, even though the music still roared in the background. âWould your friends mind if I steal you for a little bit?â He suddenly asked, his lips right near your ears. You flinched but couldnât help but grin in response.
âWhy? Where are you going to take me?â
âWherever youâd like, baby.â His hand slowly trailed down your shoulders to your hips, lightly squeezing before his finger teased the slight opening in your pants. Since you were so touch starved and the last time a man ever touched you was a hundred years ago, you didnât push him away at first.
So what? You were desperate at this point.
Dildos get lonelyâŚ
âMhm, I donâtââ
You didnât get to finish your sentence because suddenly the man was⌠gone? You blinked rapidly before looking around in confusion. Huh?! As you reeled in shock at how fast a man could just disappear, you felt a tug at the belt loop of your pants before the hand grasped it entirely and pulled you out of the club.
âWho?! Dude, youâre going to rip my fucking pants off! Getââ
The fresh air slapped you in the face before you were harshly pushed against the wall of the alleyway. Your eyes saw dark spots before you could fully open them, ready to scream bloody murder before you saw who attacked you.
Fucking Gojo!
You groaned, rolling your eyes as you looked away. No way he found you here! Did Megumi tell him? Nobara? No, theyâd never do that to you. Oh⌠he was a fucking stalker!
But you didnât get to accuse him as he grabbed your face and forcefully turned it so you would look him in the eye. No, your cock didnât twitch. Youâre just horny.
You didnât speak. More so just because you knew it pissed him off that you werenât. So you only gave him your meanest glare and closed your eyes, knowing he wouldnât pry them open. Only to be wrong because apparently Gojo has no sense of boundaries.
He did force open one of your eyes and you quickly slapped his hand away. Fuck that felt weird. You looked at him shock, the fuck was his problem?
But you werenât going to speak first! No way. You were going to be petty until the day you died.
Gojo was silent for a moment before groaning, deciding he had to be the one doing the talking.
âWhatâs your problem?â
âMyâ?!â You clamped your lips shut. He almost got you there. You reached up and began pushing at his chest but you didnât even make him budge. Gojo rolled his eyes and grabbed your wrists, with one hand, and pushed them against the wall, right above your head.
âYou avoid me like I killed your entire family. What the hell did I do?â
You pursed your lips and shook your head. For the next few minutes, it was Gojo spouting questions and you acting like a child being asked if they were the one who drew on the wall. It wouldâve been funny if it wasnât so stupid.
It took a moment before Gojo was finally giving up. He sighed as his hand released his grip on your wrists. You watched as he pulled away and suddenly, you didnât want him to do that.
So without thinking, you grabbed the belt loops of his pants and pulled him close. Gojoâs eyes widened, his hands quickly moving to rest on either side of you so he didnât crush into you. You didnât like the sad look on his face.
But you were about to regret it as his signature smirk appeared. He leaned in close, his mouth pressing against your ear. His light chuckle sent a shiver down your spine, making you unintentionally arch your back.
âI see how it is⌠youâre into being a brat, huh?â
You shook your head violently, biting your lip. Okay, you were certainly playing into it. But it was the reason your ex broke up with you so you didnât exactly like the word used in regards to you.
Something something ex boyfriends suck
You gasped as his leg was shoved between yours, rubbing right against your crotch. It happened so fast you couldnât even think straight.
âI asked you question. Answer.â He said, pulling away so you could see his face. His blue eyes stared straight into yours, making you squirm in embarrassment. You kept remembering the incident. Cumming just from seeing his face.
Gosh, who can say theyâve done that?!
The only sense of light in the alleyway was the moonlight and the blinking neon sign of the club. It would occasionally light up Gojoâs face and you felt your cock twitch when you got a clear view. His eyes staring you down. Jaw tight. His lips no longer in a smirk. You didnât know he could look so serious.
His eyebrow raised a bit when you didnât answer. You wanted to see what heâd do and he was quick to show you. His leg began to rub your crotch but it was slowâway too slow for you to get anything from it. It felt like a taste to what you could truly get if you acted like a good boy.
As your cock began to twitch, straining against your pants, he stopped. You whimpered, staring up at him with pity as he tilted his head.
You knew what you had to do to get what you wanted.
âNâŚnoâŚâ You whispered, shaking your head. He let out a sigh, a hand moving away from the wall as it harshly gripped your face, forcing you to look him in the eye.
âI donât like liars. Tell me the truth. What happened to the good boy on the call, huh? The one who listened and put on a nice show for me.â
You bit your lip and closed your eyes, not wanting to look him in the eyes. When you felt his hand squeeze your cheeks, you slowly opened them only to see him looking at you with worry.
âDo you want to stop?â He asked.
Did you?
Did you want to stop?
You reached up and placed your hands on his shoulder, leaning up on your toes to press a soft kiss on his lips. It was soft, way too soft compared to the debauchery you two were just participating in.
Gojo eagerly kissed you back, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled you closer. He kissed you as if he was hungry. Like if you were to pull away, heâd miss his chance. You moaned into the kiss as he grasped your ass, gripping it tightly before moving downward to grab your legs and hoist you up.
He slammed you against the wall, never pulling away from the kiss as you gripped his hair for some sort of purchase. The innocent kiss you had given him was leaning to pure lust.
His teeth biting your lips, earning little gasps from you. Youâd never kissed a man like this before. But even though it was pure lust, you somehow felt loved.
âAhem..â
You both froze. Gojo was still biting at your lip as you both glanced to your right to see a pissed off Megumi.
âI called you to take me home, not fuck my friend.â
Gojo pulled away, though his hand still held you up, âMegumi~~ sorry! I just got caughtââ
ââfucking my friend? Câmon, I found Nobara.â Megumi stormed away while you felt like jumping off the nearest bridge.
Jesus Christ!! You might as well replace your middle name with âEmbarrassment!â
Gojo only chuckled slightly as he pulled out his car keys and placed it in your hand. He gently placed you back on your feet. âGo to the car, Iâll join you guys in a minute.â
âWhat are you doing?â
He simply smirked. âTaking out some trash.â
He was so weirdâŚ
ËË°â˘*ââˇ
Nobara was conked out in the spare bedroom while Megumi slept on a futon in the same room. Gojo had driven you three to his apartment. It was actually quite nice. You wondered what his actual job was because you knew being a cam boy couldnât actually pay that well.
While Gojo was looking for some spare clothes for you, you decided to take a look around. You found his office and instantly knew this was where he did his cams. It was surreal seeing it in person.
As you closed the door, you shrieked when you came face to face with Gojo. He was smirking, handing you a pair of pajamas he found that could possibly found you.
âHow was it?â
âHow was what?â
He rolled his eyes. âThe room. Better in person?â
You simply let out a huff. âWhereâs the bathroom? Iâll change in there.â
âNo needâchange in my room. Youâll be sleeping there anyway.â
And then he just walked to his room. You stood there for a moment, mouth agape. Sleep? Sleeping? In there? His room?!
If there wasnât two people already sleeping you wouldâve screamed.
You slowly followed behind him, unable to stop the steady rise of your heartbeat. Your stomach felt weird, slightly churning as you thought about what could happen. But it didnât feel like anxiety, more so like excitement. Though you couldnât fight back the slight feeling of nausea.
You havenât slept with someone in over a year.
And Gojo was so experienced.
Would he compare you to others?
Would you disappoint him?
You suck at giving blowjobs, havenât gotten out of the habit of not using teeth. Your ex complained about that all the time.
Has he even fucked a guy before?
All these thoughts rushed in your head before you bumped right into something. You glanced up, grinning shyly as Gojo raised an eyebrow. His hands gripped your shoulder as he leaned down a bit to look you right in the eye.
âWhatâs wrong? Nervous?â
You couldnât find it in yourself to lie. So you mutely nodded.
Gojo chuckled slightly, his hand moving up to lightly caress your cheek. âDonât be. Iâll lead.â
His hand slowly slid down, his thumb lightly teasing your lips. It pulled down at your bottom lip before he switched to his index and middle finger. They pushed your lips apart before inching their way inside your mouth. It took a moment for you to not push them outâgetting used to the odd feeling of them.
Slowly, you lightly suckled on them, closing your eyes to try and keep calm. More than likely, he was going to finger you open. And you felt your cock twitch at the thought.
You almost completely lost yourself, not even noticing the stuttered breath Gojo let out. Your eyes opened slightly, looking up at him hooded eyelids. He almost looked possessed. His throat bobbed as his lips pulled into a slight snarl.
You pulled away, taking his fingers out of your mouth. âWhatâs wrongâŚ?â
âI wish it didnât take me so long to fuck you.â
ËË°â˘*ââˇ
âJeez, youâre tight, (Name), you donât stretch yourself often?â
The sound of your muffled whimpers was filling the room, moonlight seeping through the curtains as you tried to keep still. You were sitting on Gojoâs lap, your legs spread open as he fingered you. His fingers stretched you deeper than you thought was possible.
Your back pressed against his chest as you had your hand clamped around your mouth. You only imagined his hands inside you. Especially during his streams. It was almost like a fantasy that it was happening right now.
That he actively sought after you.
âIf they werenât here,â he muttered, most likely referring to Megumi and Nobara, âI wouldnât have allowed you to hide those pretty little sounds.â
You felt yourself blush.
He finds your moans pretty?
If you werenât too busy moaning, you wouldâve been giggling.
His fingers stretched you slowly and methodically, rubbing against your wet walls as if searching for something. You wondered if he was having trouble reaching your prostate. So you shuffled a bit, thinking maybe it was the angle you were sitting in that was giving him trouble.
âUncomfortable?â He suddenly asked, his fingers stopping.
âOh.. no⌠thought you⌠were having trouble reaching my.. uhm, prostate.â
âI wasnât. I know where it is.â You felt his finger brush against it, causing you to whimper. âIâm avoiding it on purpose.â
âW..why..?â
A light chuckle left him as he rested his chin on your shoulder, looking down at your nude lower half. He hummed slightly, his free hand trailing downward to tease your leaking cock. It was still taking you some getting used to being fully nude while he was still dressed.
âBecause of this.â
Suddenly, his fingers began to harshly target your prostate. Rubbing and teasing it relentlessly. Your body arched against him, toes curling as you screamed out. It was inhumane at how he was able to keep the fast pace with just his fingers.
No wonder those girls in the video practically screamed when he fingered them.
His free hand grasped your cock, thumb lightly teasing your sensitive tip. The constant between the harsh thrusts and slow, sensual movements on your cock was something you never felt before. Your hands gripped at everything beneath youâbedsheets, your leg, but soon found purchase gripping his thigh.
Wow, how often does he work out?
You couldnât dwell too much on it as you began to feel the familiar sensation in your body. Your cock leaking pre-cum all over your tummy. But just as you almost reached your peak, it was over.
His fingers pulled out.
âWhaâŚ?â You muttered, chest heaving as you glanced over at him.
Gojo only patted your thighs before motioning for you get off. You hesitantly stood up, legs feeling entirely like jelly as you watched him pull down his pants, his cock sprinting out.
It was huge.
That seven inch dildo certainly came in handyâŚ
His cock was possibly close to eight. Seeing it in person was different from any video or live stream. The veins and just how much thicker it was.
âCondom.â He whispered, pointing at the nightstand beside the bed. He began to lightly stroke his cock, spreading the pre-cum leaking from his tip.
You didnât move to get the condom. He didnât use condoms when fucking those girls. Why did he need to use one with you?
There was some weird surge of jealousy within you. And it wasnât because he fucked other people.
It was because he wasnât going to cum inside you.
Well, what if you wanted that?
âMhm, no.â You replied, pushing his hand away from his cock.
Gojo raised an eyebrow at this, watching as you moved to sit down on his lap. You grasped his cock and placed it right between your ass, lightly teasing your puckered hole. Your free hand gripping tightly at his shoulder, balancing yourself a bit.
âYou cum in all those girls.â You whispered, smirking slightly as you leaned in. âWhat if I want it too?â
A laugh left Gojo as his hands reached over and grasped your waist, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. You were sure this was going to leave a mark. Any sort of control you just tried to hold was pushed away by Gojo.
âAw~ itâs okay, baby. Youâll be replacing those girls, no need to think about âem anymore.â
âWhâ?â
You screamed out as he pulled you down onto his cock. Your face squinted in pain as you whimpered and squirmed, trying to get used to his cock. It was different seeing it than feeling it stretch you whole. No wonder he spent a good amount of time stretching you out.
Gojo kept his grip on you tight as he bounced you up and down on his cock. You didnât get no say in how he got to use you. Your voice filled the room, you forgot all about keeping quiet by this point.
âNgh, sorry, hate this position.â
You didnât even get to answer him back when you were suddenly picked up from off his cock and dropped onto the bed. You were now on your knees as he got behind you. His cock teased your hole for just a moment before he slammed right back inside.
Your face squished against the bed as his hands moved downward, gripping your ass tightly as he began massaging it. His cock stretched you fool, easily rubbing against your prostate with each thrust.
It was better than any dildo.
âYou donât even know⌠how much I masturbated to your moans,â he suddenly said.
You almost didnât hear him at first. âH..hng..?â
âI recorded the sound of your moans during the call. How could I not when it made me cum so fast,â he reached down, pressing his chest against your back. He angled his hips against your ass and began thrusting again, his cock continuously rubbing right against your prostate.
You tried to say something but the only sound that left you was cries of pleasure. The sounds of skin slapping and your whimpers filled the room.
It was weird, totally. ButâŚ
Youâd look past it.
Dick too good, yâknow?
âThen you came from just seeing my face.â He chuckled slightly. âKnew I couldnât let you get away but you blocked me everywhere.â
He pulled away slightly, his thrusting coming to a pause. You whimpered in disappointment, glancing back at him. Gojo grinned slightly as he grabbed your arms, pulling them back a bit before sliding down to grasp your hands.
The position wasnât comfortable at all, having your hands behind your back. You couldnât hold up your face anymore, being forced to just let it lay on the sheets.
âImagine my luck when I saw you again. Youâre prettier in person.â His hips slammed against your ass, earning a scream from you. But he didnât move again, leaving you to calm down from the harsh thrust.
âBut then you ignore me.â He muttered. âThought I was going to have to give up on you⌠but today was my lucky day. Just had to throw that guy away and you were mine.â
You felt your cock twitch.
His?
You were his.
He released his grip on your hands and pulled out again. You didnât even get to whine this time as you were flipped onto your back, staring at him now. He crawled over you, his cock easily sliding back inside. You wrapped your legs around his waist to hold him close.
âTell me youâre mine.â
âIâm yoursâŚâ You whispered, âwonât⌠run away anymore⌠promise.â
Gojo grinned slightly as he leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead. His hand patted your head, his finger twirling a strand of your hair. Seeing him like this, so soft compared to his camboy persona was out of a dream.
âIâll be niceâsince itâs our first.â He sat back, his hands reaching down to rest on the curve of your hips.
As he began to slowly thrust inside of you, you couldnât help but sigh. It felt nice. The soft rhythm of his cock going in and out. But it soon started to pick up, his grip tightening on your hips. You whimpered, gripping at his chest as you wondered how this was going to go.
âG-Gojo?!â
âHm?â
âHâŚhow is this nice..?!â You managed to moan out.
His hips slammed against your ass, the sound of skin slapping together returning in harmony with your moans.
âThis is my nice.â He grinned.
Fucking asshole!
His hand moved up and gripped one of yours, tangling it into a handhold. Your hand was practically engulfed by his. Crap, he was making you feel crazy.
âYou know my name now, so scream it.â
You gasped in shock, suddenly remembering when you had whined in the call about not having a name to moan. Your back arched as his pace somehow picked up even more, his hips slamming into you with a force you questioned was human.
If this was his nice⌠you didnât want to know what his mean was.
Okayâthat was a lie, you definitely wanted to know.
You started to moaning his name which soon turned into screams. Your cock spurted pathetically on your stomach, coating it with your cum. But he didnât stop. He kept his rough pace as he used you for his own release.
His last thrusts practically took your breath away as he pushed deep inside of you. The only sound left was your gasps as he cummed, coating your insides.
Your hand was still entangled with his and he didnât seem to want to let go. As he pulled out, cum slowly leaked out of you, coating the bedsheets beneath you. He laid down beside you, wrapping his free arm around your waist as he tugged you closer.
It was silent for a moment, only your heavy breathing as you tried to calm down. Gojo buried his face in your neck, humming slightly. The moonlight shined down on you both through the windows, illuminating his white hair beautifully.
As your eyes felt heavy, you cuddled closer to him and fell asleep with a smile.
ËË°â˘*ââˇ
âI canât believe you.â
You and Gojo sat kneeling on the floor in front of a disappointed Nobara and Megumi.
âI can believe Gojo⌠but (Name)âŚâ Megumi whispered, shaking his head as he looked at you.
Nobara sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. âI thought he was killing you at first. Can you imagine the horror of hearing you scream in the middle of the night?!â
You froze, glancing up at Nobara. âDid youâŚ?â
âHead back down!â She yelled, you quickly obeyed. âAnd yes, I did see Gojo fucking you! So traumatizing.â She whined, wiping at her imaginary tears.
âI wish I didnât hear it.â Megumi muttered.
âSo, were you guys role playing or something?! Why did you act like you hated him for almost two months straight?!â Nobara asked, staring right at you.
You pursed your lips, keeping your head down. âUhm⌠I dunno⌠I justâŚâ
Gojo grinned. âIt was a brat tamer role play!â
âI didnât need to know that!â Nobara screamed, covering her ears as she began to sing to herself as she ran away to the kitchen. Megumi only gave you another disappointed look, one that reminded you of a mother, before glaring daggers at Gojo.
âYou still canât bother me at work.â He said before walking away.
Gojo simply laughed, standing up. He stretched as he held out a hand to help you up. âDonât mind Megumi, heâll get over it.â
You nodded with a pout, hoping he was right. As you moved to go join Megumi and Nobara in the kitchen, Gojo suddenly grabbed your hand. He pulled you close, pressing his lips against your ear.
âI wasnât lying about you replacing the girls, I wanna show you off.â He whispered before releasing you. He gave you his signature cocky smirk before walking away to go bother Megumi some more.
You stood there for a moment, reeling in shock.
Show⌠you⌠off�
Did he mean�
Holy fuck.
He wanted to make videos with you!
ŕłŕžŕż ËË-
No part 3, stop bugging me
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meddle about, ryomen sukuna!
âiâll take you back to my house so we can meddle about!â
synopsis: you were his brothers teacher whom he always had eyes for, so what happens when he runs into you all alone at a bar?
warnings: sexual content (smut), mentions of drinking, mentions of smoking, obsession, stalking (kinda?), sukuna being pussy whipped, slight breeding kink, possessiveness, baby trapping (?), and etc!
authors note: whew this is a lot.. if youâre uncomfy w any warnings pls leave now. yuji is a teeny tiny baby in this, around 3-5. other than thatttt enjoy! i might make this a series. not the best smut iâve ever written but ehhh itâs alright, pretty long btw! and if i made typos.. donât be a bitch just ignore it lol.
âyuji you little shit!â sukuna tried to chase after the running child, but almost tripped in the process. âim gonna fuckinâ kill you.â he was lucky enough that no one was around to see, but that didnât make him feel any better. this kid sure was going to be the death of him.
yujiâs laughter filled the air, along with small repetitive claps because he almost saw his big brother fall. under different circumstances maybe sukuna would be laughing along with him, but not now.
the last thing he wanted was to cause a scene in front of the boyâs schoolâ even though that was technically what was happening.
âfast as heck boiii!â the small child laughed, continuing to run around and twirl in circles. he never took anything seriously, part of the reason sukuna had such a hard time with him. but he was a child after all, so what can you expect?
it was hard for him to maintain his patience with the child.. but it wasnât anything he hadnât dealt with before.
âget over here now so i can tie your shoes, boy.â he added a light sternness to his voice, hoping that would be enough to get the kid to listen for once.
yuji stared back at him with a look of boredom, one that sukuna matched almost instantly. the boys were too stubborn for their own good.
âokay kuna!â at first sukuna thought he was trying to trick him but the kid actually complied.. looks like the stern voice worked after all.
sukuna finally felt comfortable with escorting the boy to class once his shoes were properly tied. he didnât need that little brat tripping and falling on his ass. âyou got all your shit in that ugly backpack of yours right?â
âyup yup. wanna go to school now, wanna see ms. (l/n), and all my friends!â he cheeredâ a cheeky smile on his face like always. sukunaâs brows raised at that, ms. (l/n) huh? he was always curious as to who you were.
obviously you were a teacher of yujiâs. but with the way the kid always talked about you, he couldnât help but wonder what you looked like. maybe today would finally be the day he got a glimpse of his competition?
according to yuji, you and sukuna were his favorite people in the whole wide world. not including his best friends megumi and nobara, that is!
sukuna always got jealous when the little brat talked about you. because every time he did, there was this unrecognizable glint in his eyes. one that he never gave sukuna or anyone else for that matter. who wouldnât be jealous?
âalright kid, letâs get you to class.â sukuna gripped him by the back of his paw patrol hoodie, and dragged him along through the open gates. no wonder it wasnât very crowded outside, school started thirty minutes ago.
he knew the class number by heart because of how much yuji brought it up at home, the kid really did love his school.
room 304. when they finally made it, yuji wasted no time busting in the classroom with that signature smile of his. every head turned in his direction and nearly every kid was up and greeting him. thatâs yuji alright, he always had a way of making everyone he met love him.
sukuna stood in the door frame with a blank stare on his face, eyes doting around the room for the teacher whoâs name was already embedded into his brain.
âaww yuji, glad to see you made it!â a light voice called out, causing sukunaâs head to snap in itâs direction. âi managed to save you your favorite doughnut before everyone snagged them all,â
almost in an instant, that familiar glint of happiness took over the boyâs vision. and before you knew it he was ditching his friends and running towards you.
âms. l/nnn, i missed you lots!â his perky voice dragged out, tiny arms wrapping around your knee because thatâs all he could reach.
when sukunaâs eyes met your soft ones, everything finally clicked. now he knew why the brat loved you so damn much. it took everything in him to not fall to his knees right then and there, you were ethereal.
one of the prettiest girls heâs ever seen in his lifetime, he felt like heâd been blessed to even be receiving a glance back from you. your bright smile, that contagious laugh, and that perfect pretty face. he couldnât believe someone like you even existed.
you gave sukuna a small smile before picking up yuji, placing him on your hip. the kid was so busy munching on his donut he didnât even notice he was off of the ground.
sukuna maintained his look of boredom, he couldnât let himself be too affected by your beauty. he had more self-control than that. the clacking of heels snapped him out of his thoughts, where were you going? fuck were you heading over to him?
âfuck fuck fuck fuckâ his mind chanted the words like it was a mantra. he didnât have much time to registerâ or prepare, before you were in his face with his brother accompanying you.
âhey, i donât think weâve ever met!â your head tilted, taking in the appearance of the man before you. no doubt him and yuji were related, they looked almost exactly alike. âiâm ms. (l/n), yujiâs teacher for the year!â
he wanted to say he already knew your name, first and last from how much the little brat always talked about you, but he decided against it.
ânice to meet you, im sukuna. and that bratâs my little brother,â the older man pointed to the boy who was resting comfortably in her arms, still downing his doughnut.
âwell itâs nice to meet you too, sukuna.â you held a free hand out to greet him, and it took a while for him to process it all. you almost thought he was going to leave you hanging.. but he proved you wrong, putting his firm and tattooed hand in yours.
the touch of him lit something in you, what was this feeling? and when the hell did it get so hot all of a sudden??
âyouâve got a real great little brother here, heâs so well behaved!â you pinched the boyâs cheeks, enchanted by his cute smile. tch. like hell, if only you knew how much of a actor the kid was.
âyeah he can be pretty great.. sometimes,â just saying it felt foreign to him.. but he supposed it wasnât too bad. he never gave yuji praise, so whatâs the harm in doing it just this once?
your beautiful smile was almost enough to have him return it, but he hated smiling. the only person whoâd ever made him smile was his little brother, a real demon in disguise.
âmy bad that heâs so late. do i need to sign him in?â sukuna questioned, knowing that schools usually had a sign in and sign out system.
you paused for a second, âno itâs fine, ill do it for you! i know youâre probably tired of being cramped up in here already.â
surprisingly he actually wasnât. he enjoyed this little conversation the two of you had, even if it was short and just formalities. âthank you for that, i appreciate it.â his hand came up to his brotherâs hairâ giving it a small ruffle.
âill see you later, brat. make sure you behave yourself,â the stern voice came out again, but ever so slightly. yujiâs chubby cheeks scrunched up and he smiled the biggest smile of them all.
âyes kuna, ill be good! want some doughnut?â his small hands held a piece of his donut to his older brotherâs mouth, and sukuna opened his mouth slightly.
your heart warmed at their interaction, it was too cute. who knew yuji had an older brother? at first, you made the mistake of thinking sukuna was his dad.. but it actually made sense that he wasnât. his demeanor gave off older brother much more than dad.
sukuna gave his brother one last goodbye before turning his attention back to you, his piercing gaze making you want to disappear.
it was silent for a while, neither of you knowing what to say to the other. it was you who finally broke the silence, something you were unmistakably good at.
âwell i guess this is goodbye, sukuna.. unless you want to stick around with me and these little ones?â you teased, your lips forming in a small smirk.
hanging around in a room filled with brats who are possibly even more annoying than yuji? no thank you.
âyeah im gonna pass..â he scratched the back of his head, causing a bubbly laugh to form in your throat. god your laugh was so cute. it was just as contagious as yujiâs, which is why he couldnât stop himself from laughing along with you.
âthatâs fair! kids can really be a handful.â you smiled. there was something about this man.. something that made you want more. it was very unlike you, but you found yourself wanting to see him again.
and little did you know, he felt the exact same.
ever since that day he met you, he hasnât been able to get you out of his head. that welcoming smile, your wonderful scent, those pretty eyes.. everything about you had him going insane.
he ran into you again a few times after that. sukuna usually dropped yuji off at the gate instead of walking him to class, now he walks him to class every day. all in hopes to see you again.
itâs been working for the most part.. but he needed more. just seeing you and talking to you were no longer enough, he was stuck.
sukuna had no idea on how to advance whatever this thing the two of you had was. he wasnât delusional, you definitely felt the same as he did.. even if only a little bit.
his other brotherâ choso, noticed his frustrations and suggested they go out for once. thatâs how he ended up in this loud and crowded bar, drinking all of his problems away.
yuji was with his grandparents so he didnât have to worry about that brat too much. the kid was in great hands for the night.
âso are you gonna tell me what has you so..â the black haired man paused for a moment, thinking of a right word for it. âdisoriented?â just the thought of it had sukuna sighing.
he took a snag of his drink, getting ready for a little âtherapy sessionâ. choso had always been the brother that likes to solve other peopleâs problems. he may have been younger but he was definitely more mature than sukuna.
âitâs yujiâs fuckinâ teacher, (y/n) (l/n).â he spat. âi canât get her out of my damn head. the little minx,â now this.. was intriguing. choso couldnât help the smile forming, or the low chuckle that followed after. âthe fucks so funny?â
âi just wouldnât expect you to be this worked up over some girl, thatâs all.â choso waved his hands in defense, but he did have a point.
the infamous ryomen sukuna stressed over some elementary teacher he barely even knew? who wouldâve thoughtâŚ
âwell the sukuna i know wouldnât just be sitting here, heâd do something about it.â choso shruggedâ hoping he actually talked some sense into his brother. it was hard to get through to sukuna because of how stubborn he was. he never liked to listen to anybody, or abide by any rules.
the more he thought about it the more he realized choso was right. heâs ryomen fucking sukuna, the man who always gets whatever he wants. and in this case, what he wanted was you.
choso downed the rest of his drink, while staring intently at his older brother. he knew sukuna more than almost anyone, choso was positive his brother would get what he wanted sooner or later.
âhow about you go get us some more drinks, im gonna need emâ if im to deal with your shit.â he slid the glass cup across the table which sukuna stopped with ease.
if it were anybody else talking to him like that, sukuna probably wouldâve killed them. but this was choso so he let it slide, âshut up, kid. iâll get your stupid fuckinâ drink.â
without waiting for a reply, he walked off. this bar was so humid, and there were people all over the place. playing pool, making out, passed out, you name it.
in times like these sukuna couldnât help but think about you. what were you doing right now? were you thinking about him as much as he was thinking about you? all these questions he would probably never know the answer to, and it pissed him off.
âcan i get a light vodka, with a side of lime please!â an awfully familiar voice called out, making sukuna stop dead in his tracks. it took everything in him to not drop both glass cups onto the floor. heâd know that voice from anywhere, it was you. but what were you doing here?
you didnât notice him yet which he was thankful for, he looked like a star struck little kid. but when he did finally get himself together, your name was the first thing to fall from his lips. â(y/n)?â
your head perked up at that, looking around until your eyes finally met his. no way.. why was he here?!
âsukuna! what are you doing here?!â you exclaimedâ that pretty smile taking its natural place on your face.
he eyed you dangerously, taking in every ounce of your appearance. you wore a skin tight dress that was a bit too short for his liking, and with the way you were sitting he almost had a full view of your ass cheek. the man didnât know whether to be aroused, or pissed off.
âi came here with my brother to get out for a bit. what are you doing here?â that was the question he wanted answered. you were here alone, with a dress that barely passed as clothing at all. were you on some type of fuckinâ date or something?
before answering his question, you grabbed his hand and pulled him down into the seat that was closest to yours. you wouldnât admit it but.. you only did it because you didnât like that he was so far away.
his eyes lit up when your hand met his, he felt like he was going to die. sukuna couldnât tell because of how good you were at playing it off, but you were eying his appearance as well.
he wore a fitted black shirt, with black jeans to match, and not to mention the silver chains around his neck to bring it all together. nearly every arm tattoo he had was on full display and it was doing something to you.
it took everything in you to not pounce on him right here, right now. and sukuna felt the exact same, watching your eyes take him in as he gave you a look of pure lust.
the sexual tension was so strong almost anyone could sense it, you knew for a fact what would happen if you guys kept this up. you needed to snap out of it, before you did the unthinkable.
âuhm so, you have other brothers?â you crossed your legs while rubbing the skin on your arm. you were starting to get chills from this man, what was he doing to you?
âthereâs yuji, then thereâs choso whoâs closer to my age.â he pointed to the table where his brother was glaring daggers into you both. his glare was almost as scary as sukunaâs, what the fuck was up with these two?
âdonât mind him staring like that..â he mentally rolled his eyes, he shouldâve known. choso could be fairly nosey at times, sukuna figured he probably pieced it all together by now. âheâs just not a people person.â
you chuckled at the fact that he really wasnât either, but sukuna didnât laugh along with you this time. âyou still didnât answer my question,â his head tilted to the side as his eyes worked their way down your whole body.
âwhyâre you here all by yourself?â you looked off to the side letting out a slight sigh. well you very well couldnât tell him the truth. that you were on your way home but saw his car parked here, and decided to pay a visit. youâd look like a fucking psycho. âsame as you kind of. i just wanted to get out of the house.â
he gave a soft hum to that, nodding his head. for some reason he just didnât believe you, and you could tell. a pretty thing like yourself coming to a bar like this all alone, just for the hell of it? no. you werenât telling the truth. sukuna knew it, and so did youâ but neither of you were willing to speak up about it.
âiâve been thinking about you a lot since we met, yâknow?â his eyes never left your soft ones, and he wanted nothing more than to kiss all over your pretty little face. to sukuna, you were already his. he just needed you to finally accept it.
you felt your heart beating even faster than before, and now the chills werenât just on your arms but your whole body. you need to pull it together. youâre finally getting the chance that youâve been longing for, and you werenât letting it go to waste.
âive been thinking about you too, sukuna.. a lot more than i should be.â you tried to hide the small tremble in your voice, but he could see right through you. how cute of you to try and put on a brave voice for him though.
âyou wanna get out of here?â and there it was. the words youâve been dying to hear ever since he came up to you. your pussy throbbed just looking at himâ it always did. since the day you two first met and every time youâve seen him since then, she just gets wet.
at first you thought it was nothing. but the more you saw him, the more you talked to him, and the more you heard that enticing voice of his.. you knew. you wanted this man, no. you needed this man.
âyes please.â you whispered, and that was all the clarification he needed. he was right, you wanted him in the same ways he wanted you. a cheeky grin spread across his lips and within an instant he was grabbing your hand and pulling you from your seat.
as much as he wanted to hurry and get you to his place, he needed to borrow something from choso first. sukuna slid his arm across your waist on the walk back to his table, he needed all these bastards to know who you belonged to.
chosoâs lazy smile was the first thing he saw once he reached the table, but the smile dropped as soon as he saw there was no drink in his brothers hand. âhey where the hell is my drink?â
âgonna have to get it yourself,â sukuna shrugged before pulling down part of your dress that was rising in the back. âlet me borrow your jacket really quick.â he pointed to the coat that was hanging on an empty chair, and choso knew better than to question him.
without saying anything he handed the coat over, and took a glance at you. it was a cold stare, just like before when you were sitting at the bar. âhey, im choso. his little brother that heâs too rude to introduce.â
you smiled ever so slightly, giving him a small wave. âhi im (y/n)! nice to meet you.â that name was all he needed to hear for a small smile to reappear. he knew his brother could do it, he just needed a little push.
sukuna didnât know how much longer he could wait, he needed to get out of here now, both of you did. he could tell you were getting antsy as well.
âwe donât have time to stay around and chit chat.â sukuna sighed. he left some money on the table to pay for both him and his brothers expenses, and bided choso a small goodbye to which he returned.
on the way out he could feel the glances of old and drunk men staring you down in that tiny ass dress you had on. he hated it.
the pink haired man growled out a string of curse words before taking the jacket, and wrapping it around you. âkeep this on until we get to my place. i donât want any of these fuckers looking at you, ever if i can help it.â
the tone of his voice and how protective he was over you had you even hornier than before. how was this even fucking possible? this man was driving you absolutely crazy. âsukuna please hurry, i need you.â you whined, and gripped onto his arm.
with the position you were in he could feel your tits right against chest, he almost wanted to say fuck it and bend you over right across the bar counter.
âfuck woman, gottaâ be patient for me okay? ill give you what you want soon enough.â
as soon as sukuna got the door open, your lips were on his almost immediately. the two of you were tripping over your own steps, but neither of you cared. the man picked you up with easeâ refusing to take his lips off of yours.
once he made it to his room he wasted no time tossing you onto his bed, and ripping off your dress in the process.
sukuna had no mercy when it came to ripping it. âhate this fuckinâ dress, got everybody staring at you and shit.â his anger only got worse once he remembered the looks of all the guys in the bar.
âmhmm want you sâbad,â you bit your lip while bringing a hand down to your panties, attempting to get some type of friction.. but sukuna wasnât allowing it.
sukuna gently slapped your hand out of the way, âdonât touch it, only me okay?â the whines of frustration you let out sent blood straight to his dick, and he knew he wouldnât be able to hold back for much longer.
his hands gripped on the waistband of your panties and ripped them away with so much ease. why were you clothes so easy to rip? and more importantly, why did he keep ripping them?!
just the sight of your pussy alone couldâve had him cumming right on the spot. itâs even prettier than he imagined.
you found yourself getting shy from how intense he was staring, so you shut your legs. maybe he didnât like it? was he rethinking his decision to bring you back to his home?
âtch. who told you to close them, you brat?â he spat. his hands shoved them back apart, making a gasp fall from your throat. he was so rough, and you loved every second of it.
he took a good look at your glistening foldsâ savoring every second of this moment. heâd waited long enough after all. without any warning his lips latched onto your thigh, gently kissing on the soft skin.
the biting didnât come until after he remembered all those fuckers from the bar. he needed to mark you, stake his claim on you before anyone else got the chance.
ân..no more teasing sukuna! need you. right here,â your hand grazed over your pussy, gathering some of your wetness along the way. you stuck your hand in your mouth afterâ sucking on it slowly while staring straight in his eyes.
he grinned, amused by your little show. ânasty ass girl. call me ryomen,â your pussy clenched at the mention of his first name, that you never knew. âhm? she likes my name doesnât she?â
you nodded hysterically, patiently waiting for the man in front of you to finally stop with all the teasing. youâve wanted this since the first day you met him.. now it was finally happening.
his warm breath hitched over your pussy as he placed small kisses over your clitâ the juices getting all over his lips. he spat a glob of spit onto your folds, watching it slowly fall down in fascination.
it wasnât long before he went back to his attack on your pussy, pushing his tongue into your tight little hole causing you to squirm. your hand met the back of his head, pushing his mouth closer to your cuntâ if that was even possible.
âsuch a pretty ass pussy you got here, all fâme huh?â he used his hands to spread your lipsâ giving him more access to all your sweet spots. âyes ryo yes! mm, all for you!â
you were this fucked out already and he hadnât even stuck his dick in you yet? he couldnât help the chuckle falling from his lips, âthink itâs time i get serious,â
the man took his thumb and circled it around your clit, softly flicking it in the process. one look at you had his dick even harder. drool was dripping down your chin, and your bra was slightly ripped open from his previous assault on your dress. now he even had a clear view of those perfect tits of yours.
âwant you to play with your tits for me, princess.â he coated his finger in spit and pushed it inside of you, watching your face scrunch up. âdid yaâ hear me brat? can you do that fâme?â
when he added a second finger, you felt like you were already on cloud 9. and you didnât even get a taste of his cock yet, you just knew you were in for it.
âf..fuck yes, i can do that. iâll do it for you!â your hands slid up your stomach, and up to your tits that were already so sensitive because of the cold. you squeezed them gently while locking eyes him, your juices dripping down his chin was enough to push you over the edge.
once you felt him curve his fingers, it was over. you couldnât hold back the familiar pit in your stomach for any longer. your hips moved on their own, and right now they were grinding against his thick fingers, longing for more of that overwhelming pleasure. ââm gonna cum ryomen, ohh fuck!â
the way his name sounded falling off you lips had him going berserk. sukuna felt you getting tighter around his fingers, and just before he got the chance to pull them out.. you were already cumming, a silent scream to go along with it.
with a hiss, he took his fingers out of you as strands of cum dripped down his hand. âwho gave you permission to do that, you damned brat?â the man gave your pussy a light smack, causing your whole body to jerk.
âmm stop, âm sensitive now!â you tried to shut your legs, but he was quick to give your thigh a slap. âkeep this shit open (y/n).â
a small whimper fell from your lips as you followed his orders and kept your legs open to his liking. he brought his hand with your cum on it up to his mouth, and wasted no time licking it clean. âtastes so fuckinâ good, shittt.â
you tugged on his shirt, trying to get it off and getting frustrated when you couldnât. âwanâ this off ryo, take it off.â he gave you a stare that you didnât recognize and took his shirt off, revealing his chest to you.
he had tattoos in almost every corner of his body, and he was absolutely ripped. youâd be lying if you said your pussy wasnât throbbing at the sight. âwanna touch âem mama? you can,â
you ran your hand across his chest slowly, feeling every ounce of muscle he had. from abs, to biceps, to v line.. it wasnât long before you were tugging on his pants too, letting him know you wanted those off next. to which he chuckled, but still did as you said and slid them off.
now all he was left in was his boxers and that was next to go. this time you didnât have to say anything, he already knew. his boxers were off in an instant, and next thing you knew he was hovering over you.
âyou sure you want this brat.. not gonna take it easy on you yâknow?â it was sweet, but you didnât care about any of that. in this moment right now.. youâd let this man do whatever to you. ââs okay baby. i jusâ want you, need you to fill me up so bad.â
those words alone were enough for him. he gave you a cheeky smile and wrapped your thighs around him, slowly slapping his tip on your aching clit.
you looked so pretty like this. sprawled out on his bed, all eager and ready for him. if sukuna had it his way youâd be like this everyday. he was mesmerized by the way your pussy clenched at the smallest of things, âso fuckinâ perfect.â
your soft hands rested on your thighs as you held them apart in anticipation. his words only added onto your fire.. and you didnât know how much longer you could take this.
when the man in front of you finally decided to make his first move, your eyes almost plunged out of your head. with a slow rock of his hips he was already sliding inside of you with ease, being careful not to overwhelm you.
once he was in, your gummy walls involuntarily clenched at the intrusion. it hurt. you nearly had the sensitivity of a virgin because of how long itâs been since you last had sexâ and the size of him wasnât making things any better.
to sukuna, this was heaven. he had to stop himself from cumming right there on the spot. with the way your deprived little cunt clamped down on him every other second, he definitely wasnât going to last.
âfuck girl,â he let out a tight lipped grunt while giving your thigh a small smack. âlemme in, gotta relax for me yeah?â it was true you did need to relax, your whole body was tense and shaking, and he hadnât even moved yet.
ââm sorry.. canât help it.â small whines left your mouth and you found yourself finally calming downâ body included. when you werenât as stiff anymore, sukuna took that as his sign to move.
cold yet comforting hands rested on your stomach, playing with the tiny pudge. sukuna couldnât stop his mind from wondering.. youâd look even prettier with your tummy all swollen.
the room was filled with the sounds of skin clapping, and you choking on your own spit. you were already going brain dead.. and sukuna wasnât far behind. the divine man was already so caught up in his own little fantasy.
what if he didnât pull out tonight.. what if he got you pregnant and glued to him for life? yeah, that sounded like a perfect idea. heâs always been a selfish man, and this situation was no different. how else would he make sure you never left him?
the pace of his strokes only got sloppier, rougher. before you knew it he had one of your legs over his shoulders, and he left a litter of kisses starting from your calves all the way down to your feet. every inch of this perfect body was his, and he wasnât going to stop until you realized it too.
âthis..â he started off, bringing his hand down to massage your poor puffy clit. âand this..â now his hands were groping at your chest as he brought his lips toward your perfect tits. the realization that he barely payed them any attention had him quickly latching his mouth onto your nippleâ somewhat eager like a baby.
his mouth was tired and red from all the attacks on your body, but he didnât care. all the pain was worth it if it meant bringing you pleasure.. thatâs how head over heels he was. he only pulled away after heâd given both of your nipples a soft bite, and his eyes never left yours.
ah, how could he forget? the most important part. âthis too,â he grinned, and within a split second both of his hands were on your stomachâ pressing down onto the lower area. âitâs all fuckinâ mine, you hear brat? nobody else gets this shit,â
your face twisted at the random feeling of pressure, it was too much. answering his question was the very last thing on your mind. right now all you could think about was getting this man out of you before you lost it. a mix of tears and drool dripped down your face, and onto your exposed body.
âoh s..shit ryo please! âs too much, canât take it!â your shaking hands went to his stomach, eagerly trying to push him away. âmm âm gonna fuckinâ pee if you donât quit it!â
he growled at your measly attempt at pushing him away, and wasted no time slapping your hands away. who the fuck did you think you were? trying to push him out of such a heavenly cunt like yours?
âdonât do that again.â the tone of his voice made it clear that it was an order, and something that you should definitely follow, or else. âwhereâd my good girl go, hm?â he cooed, a small pout on his lips.
he brought his thumb to your clit and flicked it slowly, but not before wrapping his hand around your throat as a means to trap you. the tip of his dick hit against your cervix over, and over, and over againâ making your jaw drop in response. and the smirk forming on his lips couldnât be any bigger.. he finally found it.
âthatâs your spot mama. feels good?â you mindlessly babbled through your spit as he wiped away the stream of tears on your pretty face. âyes y..yes yes right there, oh fuck!â your legs wrapped around him on their own, craving for the man in front of you to be even closer.
with the way your pussy was clamping down on him more aggressively than before, he could tell you were almost at your limit. perfect.
âgonna cum so deep in this tight lilâ pussy, fill you up tilâ youâre round nâ swollen with my babies.â you let out the lewdest whine at his words, feeling the pressure in your stomach suddenly snap. âyouâre so good with kids, so good with yuji. think itâs time you have some of your own, hm? gonna be the best mama ever,â the whole time he was fucking you, a hand always stayed glued to your stomach.
if it werenât for your addicting cunt sucking him in, or that pretty little face of yours, your stomach would probably be his favorite thing about you. and thatâs only because of the fantasies he had, that heâd be fulfilling tonight.
âp..please ryo, wanna have all your babies- fuck âm gonna cum!â you let out heavy breaths as sukuna pressed down on your lower stomachâ again. your legs shook at the un-welcomed pressure, and before you knew it, you were squirting all over him. stomach, thighs, dick, you name it. every inch of his lower body was covered in your juices, and he couldnât be happier.
call him crazy, but sukuna wished he could scoop up the liquid, and put it in a jar or something to preserve it. he wanted a memory of the very first time you squirted for him, even though it surely wouldnât be the last.
âf..fuck woman. who knew my brotherâs teacher was such a slut,â his rough hand tightened around your neck as he felt himself twitching inside you. from the looks of it, he wasnât too far behind.
your mouth was still wide and filled with spit, runny mascara dripping down your cheeks all the way to your neck. you looked an absolute mess, but in sukunaâs eyes.. you were the prettiest like this.
âf..fuck brat, you donât know what you do to me.â when he got a look at your messy-fucked out face, he couldnât stop the throaty groan from arising. without any warning he was releasing his load into you, finally filling your hole full of his cum. âlook at that shit,â
he looked down at his dickâ watching it disappear inside of you only to come out with a ring of cream coating it. âsheâs milkinâ me fuckinâ dry,â you mewled in response, taking both hands and placing them on his chest.
âno more okay? âm tired baby.. no more,â when he finally pulled out of you, a series of liquids leaked out and he was mesmerized. sukuna had you right where he wanted you, on his bed with his cum dripping down your sweet cunt. the man made a mental note to get a plug for next time.
before you were even able to get a break in, sukuna lowered his head right between your thighs. he just wanted to give her his thanks for taking him so well.
âjust wanna talk to her for a bit.. that alright with you mama?â your head titled in confusion, but nonetheless you let him do as he pleased before letting your eyes finally close.
small kisses being left on your pussy had you stirring in your somewhat âsleepâ. what the hell was he doing?
âmhmm you said talking not kissing ryo. you liar,â you used your foot to push him away and he couldnât help but to laugh. you were never usually this whiney, but when it came to your sleep you didnât care.
âsheâs just so tempting,â he left one more kiss to your clit before trailing his way up to your stomach until heâd finally had his fill. âcmon my brat, letâs go get you cleaned up.â
if you werenât pregnant with his seed in the next two weeks, heâd just have to try again until it takes.
bonus.
âoh gosh, no way!â yuji exclaimed as soon as he walked in the door with sukuna trailing behind him. the small boy didnât even bother to take his coat off because he saw youâ his teacher at his house and in the kitchen cooking dinner. the first thing he thought to do was run to you and hug you, so thatâs exactly what he did.
tiny hands made up motions at you, and you knew that meant he wanted to be picked up. âms. (l/n)!! whyâre you at my house, i missed you!â his hands were clapping and you cooed at his chubby cheeks and missing teeth.
âcall me (y/n) when weâre not at school yuji,â you pinched his cheeks. âme and sukuna are.. friends now, he invited me over.â
sukuna leaned over the counter, a scowl forming on his face. âtch, friends my ass.â he whispered, more to himself than anyone else. just hearing those words come from your mouth had him wanting to set the world ablaze.
yujiâs mouth dropped in an âOâ motion, and not long after he was wiggling his eyebrows with a small smirk on his face. âfriends.. like boyfriend and girlfriend?â your lips parted to correct him, but sukuna beat you to it.
âyeah you little shit, sheâs stayinâ with us forever and ever. guess i have two brats to deal with now,â and possibly another he wanted to add, but decided against it.
your heart warmed at his small speech, did he really mean all of that? a smile fell over your lips, and when your eyes met his you knew it was genuine. the glint in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.
âyayyy, my two favorite people in the whole wide universe!! (y/n) and kuna!â
Šrissouu 2024 (if you steal my shit i will get your ip and fuckin end you ^_^, this is a threat.)
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Pairing: Takuma Ino x f!reader
Rating: Explicit â MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Word Count: ~1.7k
cw: explicit language, mentions of a popular horror movie, smut â PIV sex (cowgirl position), nipple play, blow job, mask kink, slight degradation (slut, whore), use of pet names (cutie, sweetie, baby)Â
Summary: You and your new boyfriend Ino decide to watch a horror movie together in honor of spooky season. Halfway through, he notices how skittish you are, making him want to play a silly prank on you with his signature ski mask. Itâs all fun and games until he realizes that you actually like seeing him in this way more than he anticipated.Â
Authorâs Note: Happy October y'all! What can I say, I am VERY into Takuma Ino right now and I just had to get this out of my system. This is barely edited or proofread, sorry for any grammar mistakes or typos, I really was just letting my fingers fly through this in a moment of passion LOL. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thank you for reading! MDNI banner by @/cafekitsune.Â
You turn off all the lights, the only source of illumination coming from the TV screen, paused at the very start of the movie you decided to watch tonight. With a big bowl of freshly popped kernels in your grasp, you huddle beside your boyfriend, Ino, on the couch, covering both your legs with a fleece blanket. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you in closer, reaching to grab a handful of popcorn to stuff inside his mouth. âReady?â he muffles, pointing the remote to the screen, finger pressed to the center button.Â
Nuzzling your head against him, you answer. âYup!â
Itâs apparently one of those cult classic horror flicks according to Ino, who recommended it when you mentioned how you wanted to watch something scary for October. Heâs seen it before, many times in fact, but he insists that you watch it. He has no clue how frightened you get over the silliest things, so tonight will be a treat for the both of you.Â
The opening scene plays out: a beautiful blonde picks up the phone and the conversation ends quickly short because itâs the wrong number. Normal so far, good. It rings again, but now the caller seems interested in talking. Do you like scary movies? Do you have a boyfriend? The manâs voice gives you the creeps, and you find yourself shuddering from it, cuddling closer to Ino, who glances at you with a smirk on his face.Â
You never told me your name.
Why do you want to know my name?
Because I want to know who Iâm looking at.
This line gives you goosebumps and you lift the blankets up to hide behind it. âEw, creepy!â Ino only laughs, throwing a few more pieces of popcorn into his mouth.Â
It escalates from here, getting increasingly chaotic and violent. By the time youâre halfway into the film, the bowl is down to its last kernels and youâre crouched in Inoâs lap, peeking through your fingers. He pauses the movie after one particularly brutal kill. âSnack break! Iâm going to make some more popcorn and go pee.â
âYouâre leaving?!â you whine, clinging on to him as he tries to get up.
He chuckles. âBabe! Itâs just a movie. Iâll be right back, okay?â He kisses you on the forehead, heading into the kitchen, leaving you alone in the living room.Â
Of course itâs just a movie, but you canât help feeling creeped out in the dark like this. You reach for one of the nightstands, turning on the lamp. You hear the drone of the microwave, and after a minute or so, the distinct sound of popping. Eventually, it comes to a stop, and the entire house is eerily quiet. Youâre tempted to call out for Ino, wondering where he is, but you remember that he had to use the bathroom.Â
Suddenly, a shadowy figure appears right behind on you on the couch, grabbing your shoulders and shouting gibberish at you. You scream bloody murder, ready to punch him and run away when Ino lifts his ski mask up to reveal himself, tears streaming down his face, cracking up at you.Â
âIno!â you yell at him, slapping his hands away from you. âYou fucking asshole!â
He doubles over, cackling, wiping his eyes. It takes a good while for him to regain his composure as you glare at him, arms crossed over your chest. âIâm sorry, baby. I just couldnât resist.â He sits beside you, stretching his arms out for a hug. âYou have to admit, that was fucking hilarious.â
You shake your head, refusing. âYouâre such a dick.â
âOh, come on! It was just a little prank. Now youâll be way more prepared for the rest of the movie!â He pulls the mask over his face again, everything covered except the holes for his eyes. âSee? Not so scary anymore, right?â
You inspect him carefully, still pouting, not saying a word.
âIâm sorry, sweetie. Truly. I promise not to scare you again.â He scoots towards you, nudging you in the arm.Â
You roll your eyes at him, relaxing. âFine.â
âCan I get a kiss now?âÂ
He tries to lift his mask up, but you stop him, pulling it back down. âI donât want to see your face right now. Iâm still annoyed, you know.â
âAw man! Really?â
You hoist it just past his nose, leaning in to give him a soft kiss on the lips. When you break apart, he smirks at you. âYou like this, donât you? Seeing me with my mask on.â
You shrug, a sly grin on your face, neither confirming nor denying his accusation. Sure, you were a bit upset at first, when he scared the shit out of you. But seeing his face covered like that may have sparked a desire in you that you never knew you had, until now.Â
âOh my god! You do, you do!â he exclaims, shaking your arm. âMy cutie has a mask kink!â
âShut up, asshole!â you yell at him, pretending to shove him off, smiling.Â
âYouâre a fucking freak!â he giggles, pouncing on you. He starts tickling you along your ribcage, causing you to squirm beneath him as he straddles you, trapping you between his legs. His fingers flutter under your arms, stroking your sensitive skin.
âIno!â you cry out, laughing from the sensation.Â
You can feel his cock growing hard in his pants, balls heavy on your stomach. Suddenly, he stops, mask still folded to expose his lips, leaning down to kiss you sloppily. He pins your hands above your head, locking his fingers with yours. He slips inside your mouth, grazing your tongue with his, hungry for your saliva. âFuck,â he moans into you, nipping at your bottom lip. âYou like this freaky shit, donât you? Nasty slut.â His playful tone is laden with lust now, low and sultry, mouth brushing along your neck, sucking at your pulse points to mark you.Â
You whine his name, wrapping your legs around his waist, grinding yourself against him.Â
âLook at you, getting so fucking dumb all because of my mask,â he purrs. âWhat else turns you on, cutie? Tell me.â
Without thinking, you blurt out, âSpit. Your spit. I want it.â
âOh shit,â he swears, licking his mouth. He traces the outline of your lips, beckoning you to open up, dribbling a thick wad of saliva inside you. You gulp it down, sticking your tongue out for more.Â
âOh fuck, youâre nasty,â he says, doing it again. âMakes me so fucking horny seeing you like this. Seeing my cutie act like a fucking whore.â He slips beneath your shirt, fondling your bare breasts, flicking your peaked nipples with his thumbs.Â
âFuck, Ino,â you whisper, pussy throbbing in your panties, arousal leaking through the fabric.Â
âYou like it when I play with your tits, huh?â Like it when I pinch them hard like this.â He squeezes them between his thumb and index finger, enough pressure to stimulate you, making you moan his name again and again.
He swears under his breath, shoving his pants down his legs, shimmying out of them until heâs only in his underwear now, erection stiff in his boxers. âYou gonna suck my cock now or what, slut?âÂ
You nod, kneeling in front of him, knees on the carpet, spreading his thighs apart. He lifts his ass off the couch to slide out of his boxers, letting them fall around his ankles. You kiss the tip of his dick, smearing his precum around your lips like gloss before swallowing him into your mouth.Â
He lets out a drawn out, âFuck,â watching you with wide eyes as you bob up and down his shaft. Voice shaky, he asks, âCan I put my hands on you?â
Something about him in this ski mask makes you want to be submissive, makes you want to be used. You grab both his hands, guiding them towards the sides of your head, giving him free rein to manhandle you.
âHoly shit,â he murmurs, gripping you tighter, gradually thrusting his hips in tandem with you. His cockhead hits the back of your throat, teasing your gag reflex, but you resist, tears collecting in the corners of your eyes, enduring it.Â
Noticing you, he pulls out, a string of spit between you. âBaby, baby. Please donât force yourself. I donât want to hurt you.â He reaches to his side, grabbing a tissue from the table beside the couch, wiping away the spit around your mouth and the tears in your eyes. âCome here, cutie. I want to make you feel good too.â
You strip out of your bottoms, straddling his lap, pussy wet and aching against him. He moans as you rock back and forth on his shaft, pressing his thumb to your clit, massaging it. âThere we go. Now we both can feel good, yeah?â
After a few more strokes, you beg him to fuck you, lifting up to guide his cock inside you slowly, sinking down on him until he bottoms out. You bounce on him, his hands gripped to your waist, guiding you, moaning your name between expletives.Â
As you approach your orgasm, you pull up his mask, placing it on his head as he usually wears it. He smiles brightly at you, nuzzling his nose to yours. âThereâs my pretty girl. Can you come for me now? Come all over this cock?â
You kiss him passionately, arms wrapped around his neck as he thrusts into you, hands squeezed on your ass now. You reach your climax, moaning into his mouth. He comes with you, shooting his load deep into your womb, filling you up with his cream pie. The two of you continue to kiss slowly, catching your breaths. He caresses your back while you melt into his embrace.Â
âWe need to establish a safe word,â he suggests, cradling you in his arms. âI want to make sure Iâm not hurting you.â
You hum into his skin, saying the first thing that comes to mind. âPopcorn."
He chuckles, stroking the back of your neck gently. âAlright. Popcorn it is.â A beat later, he exclaims, âPopcorn! I totally forgot about the popcorn!â
You laugh, giving your boyfriend a wet smooch on the cheek.
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Chapter 21- Paradise
Summary: Now that you and Javi are married, it's time for you to enjoy two weeks of nothing but your three favorite "S's"- Sun, sand, and sex. Lots of Sex.
Word Count: 13.9K
Warnings: SMUT (18+) unprotected p in v sex, oral (f and m receiving) vaginal fingering, praise kink, marriage kink, big, fat, nasty, unspeakable breeding kink (WHOOPS), stopping birth control/starting a family, kind of semi-public sex (sex on the beach hehe), alcohol/drinking (y'all are getting wasted at the pool), I'm convinced these two can't have sex without getting caught (sorry, Chucho), Javi in a bathing suit, these two are so stupidly in love
A/N: ..... Hey.... Y'all remember when I actually wrote for this story.... đ I'm genuinely SO sorry that this chapter took me literal months to finish, but she is finally here!!! Thank you so much for all of your patience and the love you've shown these two even in this story's absence 𼺠I hope you enjoy these two horndogs on their honeymoon!!!
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âWe have all of our bags?âÂ
âYup.âÂ
âPassports?âÂ
âMhmmmm.âÂ
âPlane tickets?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
âWeâre positive that we have-âÂ
âBaby, I promise, I triple checked everything this morning, itâs all waiting by the front door, all we have to do now is just wait for my dad to pick us up and take us to the airport, and all my wife needs to do is take a deep breath and relax.âÂ
My wife.Â
Even though you had been married for less than 24 hours, you knew the sentiment of finally getting to be Javiâs wife wasnât wearing off on you any time soon.Â
Javi smiled, playfully crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at you as you ran through your honeymoon inventory again, knowing damn well you looked like a fool in your frantic pre-traveling state. You more than trusted that Javi had everything the two of you needed before you left for the airport, but you just couldnât shake the fact that you felt like you were forgetting something, despite all your checks and re-checks.Â
âWell, your wife will be much more relaxed once we land after being trapped in a flying tin can and have two feet on the ground again.â You sighed, trying not to let your fear of flying override your excitement to finally arrive in the Bahamas later that day. âGod, I feel like I forgot to pack something important but I canât figure out what.âÂ
As you stared in frustration at your pile of suitcases, you could feel Javi sneaking behind you, flushing his chest to your back as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he rested his chin on your shoulder, planting a soft kiss on your temple.Â
âI think I know what it is.â Javi smirked, his kisses traveling down your jaw as he nipped at your ear, making you turn your head back toward him in confusion.Â
âOh, so now youâre a husband and a mind reader. That honestly will come in very handy.â You teased, giggling while you shifted around to face him, draping his arms around his neck as his hands traveled down your waist, reaching down to grab a handful of your ass. âJesus Javi, what in the world am I forgetting, because you seem pretty darn happy I canât remember it.âÂ
âYou really donât know?â Javi asked, almost mockingly, tightening his grip around your hips, peppering kisses along your jaw and neck, the hot words of his breath dancing across your skin.Â
âNo, Mr. Mind Reader, I donât, and youâre making it very hard to concentrate and figure out what it is.âÂ
You were trying your best to genuinely let your brain run out its train of thought, but as Javiâs kisses across your collarbone became wetter and sloppier, trying to form any sort of coherent idea was practically impossible.Â
Javi paused for a moment, reaching both hands up to cusp your face, his broad hands cradling your jaw as his thumbs swiped across your cheeks, looking up at him to see the boyish grin spread from cheek to cheek.Â
âYouâre forgetting something because youâre forgetting to bring it on purpose. Something we threw away this morning, remember?âÂ
Oh shit.Â
You were forgetting something. Only, now that you finally remembered what it was, you couldnât be happier that you had forgotten it.Â
Your birth control.Â
As Javi watched your face quickly fade from confusion to delight, your grin was just about as wide as his, biting down on your lip to try and contain your excitement while your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest.Â
The two of you could actually start trying for a baby.Â
âYou remember now?â Javi teased, laughing to himself at how wide your eyes had gone, practically beaming from the inside out at your husband, feeling butterflies swirl in your stomach and heat building in your core.Â
Leaning up, your mouth met Javiâs in a sloppy dance of tongues and teeth, lips crashing together in electric excitement, grabbing a fistfull of the fitted green t-shirt covering his chest and tugging him closer towards you.Â
âHow much longer until your dad is supposed to be here?â You rasped, already breathing heavily from your frantic kisses and anticipation.Â
Quickly, Javi looked down at his watch wrapped around his wrist, the gears turn in his brain, calculating if the two of you had enough time to do what he knew you were proposing.Â
âFuck- Like, 40 minutes?âÂ
Without saying a word, both of you agreed in silent, rushed nods that 40 minutes was enough time to give yourself enough of a buffer, and the risk definitely didnât outweigh the reward, knowing there was no way in hell that you could wait an entire plane ride and arriving at your hotel room to fuck.Â
In an instant, your mouths were crashing together again, Javi grabbing the underside of your thighs to hoist you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you back towards the couch in the living room, the back of his knees hitting the sofa as he collapsed into his seat, you still straddling his lap without ever parting your lips.Â
Javiâs hands crept below the hem of your shirt, shuffling it over your head and tossing it on the floor before shuffling your shorts and underwear off to join your top in a crumpled pile on the floor. Your hands worked rapidly at the waistband of Javiâs shorts, lifting up off his lap to push them down his thighs, revealing the hard and weeping mess his cock had already become since carrying you over to the couch, your cunt aching at the sight of his length and how desperately you wanted to be filled by it.Â
âGod, I wanna fuck you so bad.â You whimpered between your wet kisses, shifting yourself closer to hover over his dick, so turned on that you were convinced that your arousal was already dripping down your thighs at an embarrassing rate.Â
âBaby, you have no fucking idea.â Javi groaned, dragging his fingers through your folds, your body jolting at the sensation at the pads of his fingers rubbing over your clit, throbbing and aching under his touch. âJesus Christ, youâre so fucking wet.âÂ
Reaching down to wrap your hand around the base of his cock, stroking it a few times, you slowly lowered yourself down onto his tip, knowing that with your limited time and how turned on you were, you didnât want to feel anything besides the sweet sting of Javiâs stretch filling you to the brim.Â
The two of you moaned in unison as you sank down on his length, bottoming out until you had taken every inch of him, taking a second to adjust to his size before rolling your hips over his lap in figure eights.Â
âF-fuck, you feel so good, Javi.â You whined, circling your bottom half faster, the friction of the hairs at the base of Javiâs cock rubbing deliciously against your clit combined with Javi groping at your breasts, sucking at one of your pebbled nipples while he rolled the other between his fingers, making your breath hitch in the back of your throat.Â
Javi began to let his hips rut up into yours, thrusting his length deeper into your cunt as you rode him, his hands sliding down the sides of your body and wrapping around your ass, massaging the plump flesh between his fingers while his lips crashed into yours again, catching each otherâs muffled moans.Â
âF-fuckâŚâ  Javi whined, tightening his grip to try and maintain his composure as his thoughts began to flow straight from his brain through his mouth. âIâm gonna fuck you so full of me, Osita. Fuck a baby into you, get you pregnant, watch you grow our our kid and give us our perfect family.âÂ
âOh my god- fuck- yes. Please, Javi. Fuck, I want you to knock me up. I wanna- fuck- I wanna make you a daddy.â You moaned, running your hands through the dark curls of Javiâs hair as he began to pound into you even harder, his fingertips gripping your hips with bruising intensity as he guided you up and down his cock, the two of you both so lost in your own pleasure that you hadnât heard a faintly familiar voice echoing from the front door.Â
âJavi, Mija, I know Iâm a little early but I figured youâd rather get to the airport earlier than later!âÂ
Little did poor Chucho know that today was one of the few times in his life that he would regret showing up anywhere earlier than expected.Â
Surprised by the lack of response, despite the packed and stacked bags waiting by the front door, an unsuspecting Chucho kicked off his boots and began meandering down the entryway towards your living room, where and even more unsuspecting you and Javi were half dressed and sprawled across your couch trying to make a baby.Â
âJavier? Mija? Are you two ready to leave soon? I was hoping that- Oh Dios Mio!âÂ
âAHHHHHHH!âÂ
With Javiâs back to his dad as you sat in his lap, you were the first to lock eyes with your now father-in-law, your jaw practically falling to the floor as you let out a panicked shriek, causing Javi to whip his own head around, terror running through his veins as he frantically threw you off his lap and tried to cover the both of you with the nearest blanket he could find.Â
âJesus Christ, Pops!â Javi shouted, hands covering his face that had turned bright red in quite possibly the world's worst kind of embarrassment. âWhy are you here so early?! Please just, I- I donât know, for Christâs sake, please go wait outside!â He sighed, pointing towards the front door where Chucho had just regrettably entered from.Â
âHow was I supposed to know!? I figured I would be safe! Say no more, I will just go wait on the front porch. Aye, aye, ayeâŚâ Chucho replied, quickly scampering away towards the door, eyes peeled to the ground and arms up in self-defense, waiting until you heard the soft slam and clicking lock behind him before peering out from underneath your blanket shield.Â
âJesus fucking ChristâŚâ Javi groaned, hands still covering his face as you looked up at him, cheeks glowing beet red in embarrassment.Â
âPlease donât tell me your dad just walked in on us having sexâŚâ You winced, absolutely knowing the answer to your question, but still somehow praying that maybe, just maybe, you were imaging things.Â
â... My dad definitely just walked in on us having sex.â Javi sighed, his face as almost as red as yours, scrambling to find your clothes scattered between the cushions, tossing them over to you, frantically trying to cover yourself up to save any ounce of dignity you had left.Â
âWell, looks like I am going to start walking to the airport because I donât think I can ever make eye contact with your dad againâŚâ You muttered, making you and Javi laugh just enough to try and ease the uncomfortable tension, wondering how in the world you were supposed to spend an entire ride to the airport with Chucho without wanting to crawl out of your skin. ���I thought you said he was supposed to get here later!â
âWell thatâs what I thought too, but apparently not!â Javi grumbled, shuffling his shirt over his head, combing his hand through his hair to try and fix the mess you had made raking your fingers through it.Â
âGuess we wonât have any worries about getting to the airport on timeâŚâÂ
âGuess youâre right about that. Fuck meâŚâÂ
âSure you donât wanna start walking?âÂ
While Chucho, you and Javi had seemingly made a silent pact to not say a peep to each other the entire car ride for the duration of your drive, every passing second seemed more awkward and uncomfortable than the last, truly regretting your decision to not grab your bags and walk along the highway to try and catch your flight.Â
It wasnât until Chucho began pulling up to drop the two of you off that he decided it was time to break your truce, his eyes meeting yours in the rear view mirror as the two of you sat awkwardly in the backseat, bracing yourself the moment you could feel his mouth begin to open.Â
âYou know, the night of our wedding, Lucia and I just couldnât keep our hands off each other either, it was so-âÂ
âDad!â Javi interjected, his face physically scrunching in pain at the thought of how his father planned to complete the rest of that thought, trying to cut him off before he could get any further.Â
âLo siento (Sorry)! God forbid I try to do something to ease the tension!â Chucho chuckled, throwing his hands up in defense at his statement.Â
âI donât think where you were headed was the way to do that, Pops.â Javi muttered, letting out another deep sigh of embarrassment.Â
 âWell lucky for you, it looks like weâre here.â Chucho smiled, pulling into one of the parking spots outside of your gate and turning off the ignition. âHere, let me help you with the bags in the trunk and-âÂ
âNope, already got it, Pops, please do not get out of the car.â Javi begged, practically sprinting out of the backseat to the trunk, you quickly following behind him, beginning to sheepishly unload your luggage from the car.Â
Of course, Chucho being Chucho was not about to take no for an answer, slowly fumbling his way out of the car to greet the two of you at the trunk with a mischievous grin stretched ear to ear.Â
âPops, please, I told you Iâve got it, I-âÂ
âOh hush, Javier, I am just coming out to say goodbye, yo promento (I promise).â Chucho laughed, grabbing Javi by the shoulder, giving him a little shake.Â
âBye Chucho.â You grimaced, leaning in reluctantly for a hug. âThanks for dropping us off. S-sorry about earlier.â You couldnât help but wince again, eyes darting to the ground at your last sentence.Â
âOh mija, donât apologize. Could be worse.âÂ
âIâm not really sure how it could beâŚâ You whispered under your breath, just loud enough for Javi to hear, making him hold back a snort.Â
âBesides, I think this bodes well for my bet I have placed.â Chucho smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as the two of you looked at him in confusion,Â
âYour bet?â Javi asked, raising an eyebrow at his dad.Â
âMhmmm. The bet between me, your family, Mija, and the Murphyâs.âÂ
âAs much as I love a vague and cryptic guessing game, any chance youâre gonna tell us what that bet is?â You laughed uncomfortably, looking back between Javi and Chucho.Â
âOh, donât you worry, Mija. I think the two of you will know soon enough. Okay, enough of that! I will let the two of you go. Have a safe flight and a wonderful trip. I couldnât be happier for the two of you. Enjoy your first of your many amazing adventures as a married couple.âÂ
While you couldnât deny you still werenât far off from wanting to find the nearest hole and disappear in, you couldnât help but feel your cheeks warm at the sentiment of Chuchoâs well-wishes, placing your hand in Javiâs and squeezing it tight, beaming up at your husband with love and excitement.Â
âThanks, Pops.âÂ
âClaro (of course). Alright, mijos, adios. Have fun. But not too much fun, if you know what I-âÂ
âYup, we know exactly what you mean, bye, Dad!â Javi grunted, gently turning his father around and pushing him back towards the car making him laugh, giving the both of you one last wave goodbye before disappearing down the road.Â
âJesus Christ, Iâm glad thatâs overâŚâ Javi sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your forehead.Â
âYou can say that again. What bet do you think he was talking about?âÂ
âHonestly, no fucking clue. And truth be told, right now, I couldnât care less. Because right now,â He paused, leaning down to hold your cheek in his palm, forcing your gaze up at him, âall I care about,â he paused once again, planting a playful kiss on your lips, âis getting my beautiful wife onto this plane so we can start our honeymoon.âÂ
âSay it again.â You smiled, pressing up on your tiptoes to kiss him back.Â
âMy wife. My beautiful, amazing, drop dead gorgeous wife, who has single-handedly made me the luckiest man in the entire world.â Javi smirked, biting down on his lip as his grip tightened around you, making you giggle.Â
âEasy there, Romeo, we still have a whole flight to get through, ya know.âÂ
Fortunately, your flight and arrival to the Bahamas was much less eventful than anything that had happened this morning, the embarrassment of your father-in-lawâs unfortunate timing quickly fading away as you strolled up to the front desk to check into your room for the next ten days of nothing but what you had deemed your three favorite âSâsâ-Â
Sun, sand, and sex.Â
Lots of sex.Â
âHi there! Welcome! My name is Cassandra, how can I help the two of you today?â A woman smiled politely from behind the check-in desk, quickly clacking away at her keyboard.Â
âHi. Weâre checking in for PeĂąa.â Javi beamed, grabbing your hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb over both sets of rings wrapped around your finger, knowing there wasnât a chance in hell heâd ever get used to the fact he was lucky enough to get to call you his wife for the rest of his life.Â
âPerfect! Let me get right on that.â She nodded, fingers tapping across the keys as she looked up your information. âAny special reason for your stay here?âÂ
âHoneymoon.â The two of you answered in sync, laughing to yourselves at your well timed response.Â
âWell why didnât you say that to begin with?! Let me see if I have anything I can upgrade you to for your stay!â Cassandra scoffed, almost comedically offended that your opening line hadnât been âItâs our honeymoon, upgrade our room please!âÂ
âOh, you donât have to-âÂ
âOh, honey, please. This is my favorite part of my job. Absolutely the least I can do for the two of you. Congratulations. Just give me one second here andâŚ. Ah! Yes! I thought this one was available. Letâs upgrade you to the Ocean View King Suite. This one is one of my favorite rooms. You get the most beautiful view of the sunrise right from your balcony!âÂ
You and Javi looked at each other beaming, grins plastered across your faces in surprise. âThank you so much, this is so nice of you to do for us.â You smiled.Â
âOf course. Least that I can do. Like I said, itâs one of the highlights of doing this job. Alright, well, here are your room keys!â Cassandra grinned, passing the key cards and room information over the concierge desk and handing them to you and Javi. âIf you head over to your right, thereâs a bay of elevators that will take you to your room. I hope that you two have a wonderful stay, and enjoy your honeymoon!âÂ
âThank you again, we really appreciate it.â Javi nodded, stuffing things into his pocket before leaning down to give you a kiss and reaching back to grab his suitcase and your hand in his.Â
As Javi turned, leading the two of you towards the elevator, you couldnât help but laugh at Cassandraâs face, her eyebrow playfully raised and head nodding in approval, pointing at Javi and giving you a thumbs up, as if you needed more confirmation that you had made a top-tier choice on the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with.Â
âWhatâs so funny?â Javi smirked, tilting his head in confusion at your giggles as the two of you stepped into the elevator with the small crowd of people on their way back to their hotel rooms.Â
âNothing. Just some reassurance that I cleaned up pretty damn well in the husband department, which I canât say I disagree with.â You snickered, reaching up to wrap your hand around his jaw, squeezing his cheeks in your grasp.Â
âYouâre such a dork, you know that?âÂ
âA dork who is now your wife, thank you very much.â You sassed, crossing your arms over your chest, making the two of you laugh quietly to yourselves until the ding of the elevator caught your attention. âOh! I think this is us!â Quickly scrambling to grab your suitcase, you dashed out of the elevator as the doors parted, followed by Javi, trying to keep up with your excited pace.Â
âAlright, Mrs. Dork, weâre room 2331.â Javi grinned, pulling the information from the front desk out of his pocket, scanning the hallway for rooms approaching your number, watching you search in front of him with detective-like accuracy.Â
âOkay, letâs see, 2329⌠2330⌠Here! Here it is! 2331!â You beamed, showing off the number of your room Vanna White style to Javi as he began to slip the room key into the card reader, pausing for a moment to stare at you with his sweet brown eyes in the midst of your goofiness. âWhatâs that look for?â You teased, smiling back at him.Â
âJust reminding myself of how lucky I am. I love you, Mrs. PeĂąa.âÂ
Mrs. PeĂąa.Â
You couldnât help but let your heart skip a beat at the sound of him saying it, still not quite sure that the incredible reality of your new last name had completely sunk in with you yet.Â
âI love you too, Mr. PeĂąa. Now, you gonna open this door so we can put this room to use or what?â You smirked, raising your eyebrow at him playfully, gesturing towards your hotel room door.Â
With a quick swipe of your room key the two of you unlocked your door to get a first glimpse of your hotel room. At first, the both of you were convinced you must have been in the wrong place, because this was the most beautiful, luxurious hotel room that you had ever laid eyes on. Complete with a giant king bed covered in fresh white sheets, free standing tub, huge couch and living room area, newly renovated, and most impressively, a huge set of sliding glass doors that lead to your balcony overlooking a breath-taking view of the beach and ocean below you.Â
Mental note to self- you owed Cassandra at the big desk the biggest thank you ever.Â
âHoly shit, Javi. This is gorgeous.â You muttered to yourself, dropping your bags off at one of the closets at the front of the room as you began to wander and explore, gently poking and prodding around as if you were a tourist in a museum, rather than a hotel guest in your own room.Â
âItâs got no lack of options, thatâs for sure.â Javi laughed quietly to himself, following behind you as he set down his own bags before doing an investigation of his own, the majority of which was spent watching you excitedly explore the inâs and outs of your new home for the next 10 days.Â
âNo lack of options?â You asked, tilting your head in confusion, as you turned towards Javi, hands resting on his hips with a smug grin spread from ear to ear.Â
âMmmhmmm.â He replied, making his way towards you until his hands were wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his chest to force your gaze up at his brown eyes, pooling with an equal combination of excitement and mischief. âNo lack of options in this room for places I get to fuck my beautiful wife.âÂ
âYouâre so bad!â You teased, giving him a little slap to his chest as the two of you laughed, knowing that you had the exact same thought, he was just the first to say it.Â
âOh câmon, like you didnât think the same thing.âÂ
âOkay listen⌠youâre not wrong. I would be a liar if I didnât walk in here and think about how many different furniture choices we could fuck on before we had to leave.â You sighed in a playful defeat, your breaths slowly transforming to light and giggly to low and needy as Javi slid his hands resting on your hips down to your ass, palming it in his grasp.Â
Craning his head down to rest in the crook of your neck, you couldnât help but moan as he sucked at your pulse point, wet kisses consuming your neck and jawline as a damp patch began to pool in your underwear, falling apart under Javiâs touch.Â
âWell if thatâs the case, what should we break in first, Osita? What does mi esposa (my wife) want? â Javi hummed, slipping his hands under the waistband of your shorts and underwear, pushing them over your hips and down your legs until they pooled around your ankles, leaving your bottom half bare.Â
Snaking his hand between your bodies, you whimpered as his fingers ghosted over your core, grazing over your clit with just enough pressure to make you shutter in anticipation, feeling the slick of your arousal beginning to coat your thighs with want and need.Â
âF-fuck-â You stammered, trying to string together anything that resembled a coherent thought, âThe b-bed. Fuck me on the bed, baby, please.âÂ
Without another word, Javi had scooped you up under your thighs, forcing your legs to lock around his waist as he carried you toward the bed, mouths crashing together in a hungry mess of tongues and teeth.Â
Javi set you down, gently laying your back on the bed just enough to let your lower half hang off the edge so he could make a home between your legs, draping each one over his shoulders and pushing them open further to reveal the wet, puffy mess in between your thighs.Â
You should have been embarrassed with how worked up you already were from a few kisses and some ass grabbing, but with how excited you were to be here with your husband, without a worry in the world besides how many times you could disrespect your hotel room before you had to leave, you had no shame in how you were already dripping with anticipation as Javiâs eyes locked on your core.Â
âFuck, sheâs so pretty.â Javi cooed, admiring the glistening sheen of your slick covering your folds, planting gentle kisses along the soft skin of your thighs, creeping closer and closer to your center. You sat up on your elbows to watch as Javiâs fingers lazily traced your cunt, collecting your arousal, rubbing with just enough pressure to make your clit throb even harder than it already had been. âAlways so wet for me, Hermosa. My perfect wife. Fuck, I still canât believe youâre all mine forever.âÂ
âForever.â You whimpered, breath hitching in the back of your throat as Javiâs tongue dragged across your core with a broad, flat stroke, looking up at you with those devastatingly sweet, chocolate brown eyes, pulling off you with the look you knew all too well meant you were absolutely a goner.Â
âTastes so fucking sweet, baby.â Javi hummed, carefully bringing two fingers to your core, sinking them inside your weeping hole to prod steadily against your g-spotÂ
âOh my god, fuck-â You whimpered, Javi working at a painstakingly slow pace that still had you writhing under his touch, his mouth and fingers moving in the perfect combination of pressure to already have a tingle beginning to build at the base of your spine despite the fact he had just started eating you out.Â
Your jaw went slack as his digits prodded faster, his tongue swirling and flicking against your sensitive bundle of nerves, ragged moans and whimpers escaping from your lips, growing louder and more wonton by the second.Â
âThatâs my girl.â Javi cooed, pulling off you just enough to catch your attention, his fingers never faltering in pace, âFuck, I could listen to you like this all day, Osita. All the pretty noises my wife makes just for me. Câmon, baby. You want everyone here to know who makes you feel this good, huh? Tell them, sweet girl, who makes you feel this good?âÂ
âY-you, Javi, fuck- You do, baby.â You moaned, feeling your pussy begin to flutter around Javiâs fingers as his smug smirk pressed back against your cunt, now sucking at your clit with a ferocious switch intensity he knew would send you over the edge in an instant.Â
Squeezing Javiâs head between your thighs, you cried out louder, chanting his name like a prayer with each second you grew closer and closer to your end, feeling arousal creeping through your body at a rapid rate.Â
âJavi, Javi, fuck- Oh, baby, Javi, Iâm gonna- gonnaahhhhhhh-âÂ
In an instant, your orgasm crashed through you, filling you with all consuming pleasure that had you seeing stars, sobbing out as your cunt clamped down around Javiâs fingers that were pulsing inside you through your high.Â
At this point, you were probably close to suffocating your poor husband, but it was his own damn fault for knowing how to make you cum so hard, your soul just about left your body.Â
Finally regaining enough inhibition, you let your legs fall open, freeing Javi from the thigh prison he had trapped himself in, still smirking with delight despite his red face and shortness of breath.Â
âJesus Christ, Osita.â He laughed, standing up as he began to shed his clothes, tossing his shirt and shorts in a crumpled pile on the floor, followed by his already tented and stained boxers, revealing his painfully hard cock, slapping against his stomach and bobbing between his legs as it was freed. âYou tryinâ to kill me, baby?âÂ
âI could ask you the same thing.â You huffed, chest still rising and falling with heavy breaths as you came down from your high. âSorry, not my fault you make me cum so hard I put you in a headlock between my legs.âÂ
You and Javi both couldnât help but laugh as he helped you slide further up the bed, crawling over you and caging you under his broad body, peppering every inch of your body with kisses and intentionally tickling you with his mustache in all the places he knew made you giggle the most.Â
âIf I die between my wifeâs thighs buried face deep in her pussy, Iâd die a happy man.âÂ
âWell I have no plans on intentionally murdering you on this trip, so count yourself safe this time, PeĂąa.âÂ
âBaby, Iâm convinced youâre just trying to kill me slowly this entire trip, considering you have nothing packed in your suitcase besides bikinis and sundresses.â Javi sighed, arms planted around your head as he laid overtop of you, kissing up your collarbone and neck, all the way up your jawline.Â
âJavier PeĂąa, we are literally on a tropical vacation to the Bahamas. Would you have liked me to pack, a parka and snow pants?â You teased, breath hitching in the back of your throat between giggles, trying to maintain your composure between the wet, hot kisses, Javi was planting across your skin.Â
âNo,â He grumbled, âYouâre the hottest woman Iâve ever fucking met, baby, you donât think people arenât staring at you everywhere you go? I canât fucking blame âem, but they better notice that ring on your finger and know youâre off limits.âÂ
Heat crept through your cheeks, butterflies swirling in your stomach from what he had said, picking up on the notion behind his thoughts. Javi wasnât a jealous man, but fuck, was he a protective one, and God help any man who tried to knowingly make a move on you while he was around.Â
He wanted everyone to know you were his, and you just as badly wanted everyone to know he was yours.Â
âMaybe just the ring isnât enough, baby.â He smirked, nipping and tugging at your skin with his teeth as he snaked his hand between your bodies to stroke himself and line his cock up with your entrance. ââCause you know what else isnât in your suitcase?âÂ
Your birth control.Â
You didnât have to say a word to know exactly what Javi meant, your face swelling with a mixture of excitement and want.Â
âJavi, oh fuck-â You moaned, cut off by the sweet sting of Javi pushing into you, filling you up with every inch of himself until he had bottomed out, stalling for a moment to let you adjust to his fullness before slowly dragging his cock in and out of your cunt.Â
âMaybe,â he groaned, biting down on his lip at just how good you felt around him, warmth and wetness coating his length with each stroke, âMaybe that ring on your finger isnât enough, Ostia. Maybe once they see you pregnant with our baby growing inside you, theyâll know youâre mine.âÂ
It never failed to amaze you just how Javi knew how to make you short circuit with words alone, hoping the entire resort didnât hear the absolutely pathetic whimper you let out at the idea of finally carrying his baby, showing off your family to the world, and the man who had given it to you. Â
âFuck, knock me up Javi. Wanna- wanna make you a daddy.â You whined, wrapping your arm up around his neck, running your fingers through his dark and sweaty curls, tugging him closer to you until your mouths were molded in a messy clash of tongues and teeth.Â
âChrist- Yeah, baby girl? Fuck, Iâll give you whatever you want. Iâll fuck myself so deep inside you, itâs got no choice but to fuckinâ take. Keep you stuffed with my cum every day until it sticks.â Javi groaned, gritting his teeth as he grabbed the backs of your thighs, pushing them to your chest and pulling you closer to him so your back began to arch, giving himself the perfect angle to split you open and keep every last drop inside of you.Â
You could feel every inch of Javi filling you, perfectly punching against that soft, spongy spot inside your cunt with each thrust, keeping your thighs still pressed against your chest as the lower half of your legs wrapped around the small of Javiâs back, ankles locking together to keep him as close and deep inside you as you could.Â
âDĂĄmelo, papi.â You cooed, wicked smile stretched from ear to ear watching Javi physically having to stop himself to let out a strangled groan, clenching his jaw and scrunching his face to keep from busting right then and there. Â
âJesus, fuck-â Javi grunted, finally gaining enough composure to open his eyes and look back down at you beneath him, smugly smirking, âThatâs how this is gonna go, huh?"
The chocolate brown of Javiâs eyes began to darken with lust, dragging his cock out and ramming into you so deeply, a pathetic whimper fell from your lips, nearly knocking the wind out of your chest feeling him practically in your stomach. Your whimpers quickly turned to sobs as he did it again, slowly dragging his length out of your wet, warm walls before pounding back in to you with a blinding intensity.Â
Leaning down, Javi grabbed your arms, pushing them outstretched above your head until your wrists were crossed over each other and Javi had them both in his firm grasp, pinning you to the bed with the weight of his body and grip. It was like something feral had ignited inside him, brow furrowed and teeth gritted with a laser focus, snapping his hips to thrust himself deeper and harder, melting you to a helpless puddle beneath him, your cries of pleasure and desperation only egging him on more.Â
âYou want me to fill you up, baby? Then youâre gonna be a good girl and take every last fucking drop. Every. Last. One.â He huffed, syncing his words to each thrust, keeping a bruising grip over your wrists with one hand, and digging his fingertips into the meat of your hips with his other. âTell me what youâre gonna do for me, baby girl. Tell me whose pussy this is.âÂ
âItâs yours, Javi. Fuck, fuck, fuck- itâs yours, baby! I- oh shit- I promise Iâll be a good girl and take it all. Want you to fill me up, Papi.â You sobbed, arousal seeping through your veins as Javiâs cock punched against your g-spot over and over, each stroke faster and more intense, blinding your body with pleasure.Â
Your hotel room was drenched in the borderline pornographic sounds of skin slapping against skin, wet squelching of your pussy squeezing Javiâs cock tighter and tighter as you could feel the coil beginning to tighten in your stomach, crying out without any inhibition for your volume, Javi grunting and panting with equal intensity.Â
âThatâs my girl. You gonna let everyone hear who this pussy belongs to? Let everyone know that Iâm gonna fill you up and get you pregnant?â Javi mewled, watching the way your eyes were nearly rolling in the back of your head, snaking his hand gripping your hip down between your bodies to rub firm and frantic circles around your clit to help push you over the edge knowing how close you were.Â
As soon as the calloused pads of Javiâs fingers were pressed against your sensitive nub, you were seconds away from the brink of collapse, cunt clamping tighter and tighter around Javiâs cock, choking it with your velvety walls.Â
âYes, yes, yes, fuck, fuck, Iâm so close baby. Donât stop, donât stop, please, fuckfuckfuckfuck!âÂ
Instantly, your orgasm crashed through your body, blinding white heat flooding your vision, pleasure shooting through every inch of you to the point you felt like you had left your own body. You could feel your body going limp beneath Javi, knowing he wasnât far behind you given all his tell tale signs as you soaked his length with your arousal.Â
Javiâs thrusts had forgone any type of rhythm, now sloppy and erratic, his balls tightening and tensing in his stomach, babbling and moaning in your ear, whispering sweet nothings before he found himself in the same state of you.Â
âThatâs it, hermosa. Cum all over my cock. Cum all over me before I fill up this tight little pussy so full itâs got no choice but to take. Oh fuck- Fuck, canât wait to get you pregnant. See you carrying our baby. Gonna make you the prettiest fucking Momma-ahhhhhhh, fuck!âÂ
With one final stutter of his hips, Javi was painting the inside of your cunt with thick, warm ropes of his spend, keeping himself flushed as tight as he could to your pelvis, making sure a single drop didnât escape as he plugged you with his cock, cumming so hard he couldnât help but whimper. The weight of his body slumped on top of you, syncing your heavy breaths, the sticky and sweaty sheen of your chests pressed together as Javi planted a slow and sensual kiss on your lips, swallowing your moans in his mouth.Â
âHoly fuck.â You half whispered to yourself, letting out a bliss-filled giggle.
âJesus Fucking Christ.â Javi panted, quietly laughing along with you, gently brushing the damp and wild strands of your hair out of your face, âFuck- You gotta be careful with that âPapiâ shit, Osita.âÂ
âOh yeah? And why would that be?â You teased, smirking as you raised an eyebrow at him and bit down on your lip, knowing damn well why.Â
âBecause if you keep that up, I donât think weâre ever leaving this room.âÂ
After dinner and giving a few more pieces of furniture in your hotel room a good test run, the two of you had happily called it a night on day one of your honeymoon, eager to explore the rest of the resort as the two of you rose with the golden rays of the sun beaming over the horizon of your ocean view window, flooding your room with warm and welcoming sunlight.Â
As much as the both of you were convinced you could have easily spent the next 10 days without leaving your hotel room, you made a pact that you would spend some time going to explore the rest of the resort after spending some much deserved post-wedding de-stressing in the sun by the pool, drinking as many mojitos and frozen daiquiris as you could stomach.Â
And as amazing as non-stop sex with Javi would have been, soaking up in the sun poolside with a drink on one side of you and a shirtless husband on the other, youâd say that this was a pretty close second.Â
âAnother one?â Javi smirked, eyebrows raised at you as his brown eyes peeked over the edge of his aviators, gesturing at your nearly empty glass.Â
âI mean⌠if youâre offering.â You giggled, tipsy after a few drinks and hours baking in the sun, happily holding out the remainder of your mojito for Javi to exchange for a new one.Â
âI think the bartender and I are about to be on a first name basis pretty soon.â Javi laughed, shuffling out of his beach chair, grabbing his empty cup along with yours to bring back with him to the poolside bar that had been visited a questionable amount of times by the two of you since you had gotten to the pool this morning.Â
âYeah? Are you gonna tell the bartender the frozen strawberry margaritas youâve been getting from him all day are for you and not for your wife?â You teased, pulling your sunglasses down to look at Javi, playfully rolling his eyes back at you.Â
âShut up. Theyâre fucking addicting. You had one, can you blame me?âÂ
âIâm just giving you a hard time, Mr. I Wonât Drink Anything But Beer and Whiskey. Donât worry, your secretâs safe with me. Although, Iâm sure Steve would get a kick out of knowing youâve downed like, 7 of these since weâve gotten here.âÂ
Setting down both of the drinks, you found yourself in a fit of squeals and giggles as Javi reached down to scoop you up out of your chair, carrying you bridal style to the edge of the pool before jumping in with the both of you, the refreshing cool of the pool water crashing over you as your bodies bobbed under the surface.Â
âPendejo!â You laughed, splashing Javi as your heads peered above the edge of the water, Javi shaking his hair, damp and clinging to his forehead from your added assault, grabbing you by the waist before you could go any further, shifting you to wrap your legs around him as he held you, childishly swaying you through the water.Â
âTe amo, esposa.â (I love you, wife) Javi teased in a mocking tone, responding to your name calling.Â
âJokeâs on you, because I wanted to get into the pool anyways. Youâre lucky youâre handsome. Mojito me, PeĂąa.â You splashed again, rolling your eyes at his over exaggerated kiss before he swam away, shooting you a wink while he waded his way to the poolside bar.Â
It wasnât long before Javi was making his way back, a drink in each hand, happily handing you your mojito as he got to the edge of the pool where you were sitting, lifting himself up to sit beside you and take a swig of his margarita.Â
âMiss me?â He smirked, raising his eyebrows at you.Â
âTerribly. Most agonizing 6 minutes of my entire life.â You teased, playing into the dramatics as Javi picked up your left hand, admiring the diamond ring and wedding band adorned on your finger before gently kissing it.Â
âSorry to keep my wife waiting. I hope that youâll accept this mojito as a token of my apology.âÂ
âI think thatâs a fair enough compromise.âÂ
After a few more hours and several drinks later, it was safe to say that you and Javi had definitely both been in better states than you currently were, too far gone to care about the potential consequences of tomorrowâs hangover to stop yourselves.Â
âWhat time do you think it is?â You asked, sunkissed body sprawled out across the pool chair.Â
âWife OâClock.â Javi answered, snickering to himself at his answer.Â
âJavier PeĂąa, thatâs not a real time, you dork.âÂ
âHalf past mojito. A quarter âtil my next margarita.âÂ
âJesus ChristâŚ.â You paused, one of the life guards crossing behind you catching your attention, âHey, excuse me! Do you know what time it is?âÂ
âUhhhhh, looks like itâs almost 6!â The lifeguard replied, looking down at his watch before continuing on his path.Â
â6?! Oh shit!â You gasped, sitting up straight in your chair.Â
âWhat? Whatâs happening at 6?!â Javi inquired, seemingly less concerned with whatever was supposed to be happening then that had you so riled up.Â
âJavi, we're supposed to be at dinner right now! We made reservations at that italian place, remember?!â You grimaced, frantically starting to grab the towels and clothes you had scattered around the pool deck.Â
âOh fuck! Shit, uh- okay, here, lemme help you!â Javi joined in on the gathering of any item that belonged to you that he could find, tossing it into the bag you had brought down with you, hoping that you didnât forget anything that had come with you to the pool.Â
While the haphazard gathering of items was a good enough sign to any onlooker that you and Javi were more than likely intoxicated, the both of you didnât realized just how drunk you were until you both tried to stand up out of your beach chairs, grabbing on to each other in a wobbly dance of giggles. Â
âWoah, I think I drank a little lotta margaritas.â Javi stammered, laughing to himself.Â
âFuck, I did too. Jesus, how many do you think we had?â You giggled, face scrunching in anticipation of the number that was definitely going to be higher than you had intended when you came to the pool this morning.Â
You could see Javi trying to drunkenly calculate his trips to the pool bar in his head, counting across his fingers in a serious concentration, tongue sticking out of his mouth, as if it was going to help him focus better.Â
âLetâs see, I think after adding them all up⌠We drank a lot.âÂ
âIf we canât even come up with a number, thatâs not good. Fuck, I didnât even bring real clothes! Our room is so far from the restaurant, thereâs no way weâre even gonna be close to making it!â You pouted, shrugging your shoulders in defeat.Â
âJust put on the cute little dressy thingy over your bathing suit. Or just go in your bikini. Youâre so hot they have to let you in.â Javi smirked, biting down on his lip as he looked you up and down, giving you his best drunken attempt at his bedroom eyes.Â
âUnfortunately for you, I donât think the other patrons of this resort want to watch me eat pasta half naked, ya sicko.â You teased, giving him a nudge to his stomach a little harder than you had intended. âOkay, cover up will have to do, I guess. Do you have your shirt?âÂ
âYou donât wanna watch me eat pasta half naked?âÂ
âAs much as Iâd love to, maybe another time, weirdo. Okay, we have to go! Or else weâre not getting any pasta, naked or not! Focus, PeĂąa, focus!â You commanded in your best pretend stern voice, grabbing the rest of your things in your hands while Javi stood there, admiring you like the drunken, lovesick fool he was.Â
âYouâre so fucking sexy when youâre bossy.â Javi smirked, raising his eyebrows at you, âOkay, fine, fine fine, letâs go. Lead the way, Mrs. PeĂąa.âÂ
If you didnât feel drunk enough after simply trying just to stand up out of your pool chairs and collect all your belongings within a 5 foot radius of you, you sure as hell did trying to drunkenly navigate the resort to find the restaurant you were looking for. After asking several employees, you somehow managed to stumble your way through the hotel to find your intended location, âCiao!â , one of the higher-end dining experiences the two of you had planned for your vacation.Â
âHi. We are married, and we are here to eat pasta.â Javi proclaimed to the hostess at the front of the restaurant, who was looking back and forth between you and Javi, riddled with confusion not only by Javiâs opening statement, but from the fact the two of you were nearly out of breath from running around every inch of the resort, clearly drunk, and still dressed in your swimsuits.Â
âUmmmm, okay? Whatâs the name on the reservation?â The hostess asked hesitantly, flipping through the pages of names and times written down for seating tonight.Â
âPeĂąa. We were supposed to be here at 6 but we had a lil too much fun at the pool, but not enough fun that we completely forgot about dinner! Weâre really sorry!â You explained, trying your best to keep your composure, biting your tongue to subdue your drunken giggles.Â
âYeah, like, so sorry. I had a lot of margaritas today.â Javi added, turning his head to let out a little burp at the end of his sentence.Â
âI donât see any PeĂąaâs on the reservation for tonightâŚ.â The hostess sighed, flipping back and forth between todayâs pages, clearly not amused by either of your antics.Â
âOh no⌠Does that mean weâre not getting pasta? Shit.â Javi pouted, crossing his arms over his chest like a little boy.Â
âOh wait, are- are you sure it was a reservation for today? I see PeĂąa on here at 6 for tomorrow?âÂ
âOh shitâŚâ You and Javi replied, nearly in sync, visibly grimacing at the fact that you had spent the past 45 minutes in an alcohol induced frenzy, running through the resort to find a restaurant you werenât even supposed to eat at until tomorrow.Â
Whoops.Â
âMy badâŚ.â You shrugged, sheepishly frowning as you looked back and forth between the hostess and Javi, âOkay, well, um, weâre gonna- Weâre gonna go then.â You winced, grabbing Javi by the hand to slowly drag him away from the restaurant, hoping that the physical distance would somehow spare you the embarrassment you had just subjected yourself to.Â
âYouâre fine, just- We do ask that our guests wear more, um- appropriate attire when they come to dine with us.â The hostess scoffed, huffing at you and Javi, looking you up and down with your beach bound outfits and hands full of pool accessories as you continued to back away.Â
âShe doesnât wanna see us eat pasta in our bathing suits?â Javi whispered in your ear, making you snort so loud it almost hurt your chest, trying to keep from bursting into full blown laughter before making it out of eye and earshot of the hostess, jabbing him in the stomach with your elbow, only spurring him on further, âShe doesnât know how sexy youâd look shoving a fist full of garlic bread down your throat with nothing on but a bikini? Her loss.âÂ
Now out of sight of the restaurant, you and Javi exploded into an obnoxious fit of drunken giggles, feeling completely idiotic for wasting nearly the last hour of your night in a whirlwind journey to nowhere.Â
âWell, looks like no pasta for dinner tonight.â You sighed, playfully throwing up your hands in defeat. âI am starting to get really hungry though⌠Like too hungry to go back up to the room and change and then come back down and wait at a restaurant for more food.âÂ
âYeah, shit, Iâm really hungry too⌠Wait!â Javi paused, his face lighting up with excitement.Â
âWhat, Jav?âÂ
âDidnât we pass a pizza place on the way up to the room when we first got here?Â
The grin on your face was now equally as wide, almost certain that you and Javi were having the same drunk recollection.Â
âI knew there was a good reason I married you.âÂ
Somehow or another, you had not only managed to find your way to âPapaâs Pizzeriaâ, you had managed to successfully order an extra large pizza for the two of you to split, and make it back to the room without any pizza casualties on the way.Â
Even a drunken you couldnât help but realize how lucky she was to have married a man like Javi, and not just because of his excellent memory for pizza restaurants- What you had been through in the past hour and a half could have easily sent any other couple into an ugly spiral of arguments and blame theyâd cast upon each other for âruiningâ the rest of their night.Â
Youâd been witness to so many relationships and marriages where couples barely managed to genuinely enjoy each otherâs company, let alone have fun together. Cohabitation drenched in resentment and unhappiness towards each other, forced proximity the only thing keeping them together. Â
You were positive that there would never be enough âthank youâsâ that you could send out into the universe for letting you marry your best friend.Â
Because what would have been a soiled evening for so many others, was quickly turning out to be a better night than you could have ever imagined, plans tossed out the window to sit cross legged in your king sized bed together, bodies draped in fluffy hotel robes as you mowed down on slices of pepperoni pizza, giggling over shared, drunken secrets with your favorite person in the world.Â
âOkay, your turn now.â You snickered, shoving another bite of lukewarm pizza into your mouth, giving Javi a playful shove into the sea of pillows at the head of your bed.Â
âI just went!â He protested, trying to talk through the mess of cheese, sauce and crust he was still chewing.Â
âNuh uh! I just did, remember? We got off topic because we started talking about the Farrah Fawsect poster you had in your room that your mom made you take down, but you were the one who asked me about who my first celebrity crush was, remember?â You insisted, pointing your half bitten piece of pizza at him, forcing him to hold up his hands in defeat.Â
âOkay, okay! Canât blame me for forgetting after thinking about that poster, though.â Javi shrugged, smirking at the thought of his 12 year old self gawking at the beautiful blonde actress hanging above his bed, âShitâŚ. Gimmie a second, let me think.âÂ
âIâve given you plenty of seconds, goofball! Like all the seconds I spared you thinking about Farrah.âÂ
âShut up. Okay,â he paused, taking another bite of pizza, âwho was your first kiss?âÂ
âReally? Why, you gonna go hunt him down?â You snorted, feeling like you were gossiping with your teenage best friend at a sleepover rather than with your husband, Javi laughing along with you as he shook his head, âIt was Jack Mullins in the 7th grade.âÂ
âOkay, and?â Javi prodded, smirking as he interrogated you for more information.Â
âIt was at a Halloween Party my friend Sarah had at her house. Iâm pretty sure we were playing truth or dare, and all my friends knew I had a massive crush on him because he was the cutest boy in the 7th grade. So they dared me to kiss him and I did it. It was so awkward, and I had no idea what I was doing. Pretty sure we kissed while the âThe Monster Mashâ was playing, too. I was so embarrassed after that I cried in the bathroom and then walked home and didnât even say goodbye to anyone. Didnât ever think Iâd speak to him again and he ended up being my date to prom.âÂ
âWow. That was a way better story than I was expecting to get. âThe Monster Mashâ? Truth or Dare?â Javi chuckled as your cheeks turned red, watching your eyes at his enjoyment of your story.Â
âOkay, I was 12 Javi, some of us were weird, awkward teenagers. Iâm sure that you were very easily the Jack Mullins of your middle school and had girls at the door lining up to kiss you.â You rebutted, having seen plenty of pictures of teenage Javi, thanks to Chucho, knowing whatever awkward phase he went through was only a fraction of your pre-teen pain.Â
âNo, I wasnât. I was a pretty shy kid. All my friends had their first kiss way before I did.â Javi shrugged, now sounding slightly more embarrassed.Â
âOkay, so what? They were 12 and you were 13? I donât believe it. I would have had the biggest crush on you in middle school.âÂ
âIâm being serious!â Â
Câmon, Javi, if Iâm telling you about my Monster Mash kiss, I get to hear about yours!â You insisted, giving him the biggest fake pout that you could muster until he gave in.Â
âI- I was 16 when I had my first kiss.âÂ
âYouâre joking.âÂ
âWhy would I joke about that?âÂ
â16?!âÂ
âOsita, youâre making it sound like I was 72 when I had my first kiss, not 16.âÂ
âConsidering how cute you were, yeah, I am! Okay, spill! Now I need to know!âÂ
âIâm telling you, I was a shy kid. Didnât really come out of my shell until 10th grade when I started doing swimming. There was a girl on the team I always thought was really cute, but I was too chicken shit to do anything about it. All my friends had girlfriends and dates to go to homecoming with, and I didnât have anyone, so they forced me to ask her. She turned me down, told me she already had a date. I was devastated. Went to a party with the team after, got drunk for the first time because I was so upset, and ended up kissing my friendâs older sister, Katie. Made out in the laundry room in the basement for the rest of the night. My friend found us after he realized we both had gone missing and ended up punching me in the face and almost breaking my nose.âÂ
âHoly shit. Thatâs a way better story than mine.â You gawked, eyes going wide at the turn Javiâs story had taken.Â
âI wouldnât say way better, just stupid.â Javi huffed, âYou do dumb things when youâre young.âÂ
âWell, you must have been a pretty good kisser even back then if she made out with you for an hour. Honestly, would have been dumb if she didnât make out with you, in my humble opinion.â You giggled, scooting closer to Javi as you snuggled into his lap, resting your head on his outstretched thigh and letting out a big yawn. Resting his hand on your back, Javi pulled you closer, running his fingers through the sun kissed ends of your messy hair, smiling at all the tell tale signs sleep was beginning to creep through your body and the way you snuggled up next to him.Â
âOkay, one last question because all these mojitos are catching up to me and Iâm getting sleepy.â You mumbled, feeling your eyelids begin to droop as you curled up in the warmth of his body, comfort flooding over you from Javiâs presence.Â
âOkay, hermosa. Your turn.â Javi cooed, his voice softening to match your sleepy tone, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.Â
âIf you could change anything about your life, anything you want, what would it be?âÂ
Javi paused for a moment, his fingers still daintily stroking across your hair and back as he thought. Truthfully, there were plenty of things he wished he could change about his past. It would take him less than a minute to come up with a list longer than most people could muster in a lifetime. He had wasted so many years of his life, bitter and remorseful about the things he had done, condemning himself to suffer the consequences of his actions. And yet, somehow, despite all of the things he could have said, out of all the painful things he wished he could go back in time to change, there was one answer that prevailed above all the rest, an answer that couldnât have been easier to choose. Â
âI wish there was a world where I would have met you sooner. That I would have gotten to love you just a little longer.âÂ
He waited for your response, settling into the silence until it was broken by one of your soft snores humming against his thigh, signaling to him you were sound asleep in his lap, not having heard a word you said. He laughed softly to himself, remembering the first night he had stayed at your apartment, and how it had ended just like this, conversation flowing until the early hours of the morning until you couldnât fight sleep any longer, eyelids shutting as you fell asleep in his arms. How he watched you gently drift to dreaming, wondering if he was, too. That somehow, some way, the world had managed to bring the two of you together. And even if he wished he would have gotten more time to love you before youâd met, Javi knew that heâd be forever grateful for every minute he had left with you.Â
Despite the raging hangover the two of you had the next morning after you woke up from your alcohol and pizza induced coma, the rest of your honeymoon had been some of the most fun that the two of you had had in years. Youâd spent multiple days at the pool, soaking up sun on the beach and swimming in the ocean, eaten so much delicious food you were convinced you were going to combust, drank more mojitos than youâd like to admit, and had even gone snorkeling on a tour through some of the islands outside your resort.Â
You also had been having so much sex, you were starting to feel bad for the rooms on either side of you.Â
Everything about your honeymoon had been everything youâd ever hoped for and more, but with only one full day left of your vacation, you couldnât help but feel a little sad that your perfect trip to tropical paradise was coming to a close.Â
âWhatâs that look for, porbrecita?â Javi laughed, sneaking up behind you on the edge of the balcony, watching you watch the sunrise with your cheeks propped up in your palms, pouting at the way bright pinks and oranges were greeting the sky. Standing behind you, he snaked his arms around your front so he could bring your back to his chest, kissing the top of your head while his arms settled around your middle.Â
âI donât want our honeymoon to end.â You sighed, craning your neck just enough to look at Javi over your shoulder, âIâm sad itâs gonna be over.âÂ
âI know, mi amor, me too.â He softly chuckled, planting a long kiss on your cheek, the whiskers of his mustache making you giggle, âBut what if I told you I have one more surprise for us before we go home tomorrow?âÂ
This made you swing all the way around, now chest to chest with Javi as you looked up at him in confusion, âWhat? I thought we were spending our last day on the beach just hanging out?âÂ
âWell we are, but what if I told you I rented one of those fancy cabanas at the end of the beach for us to use to celebrate our last day here?â Javi smirked, watching your face light up at his proposition.Â
âWait, actually?âÂ
âYes, actually.âÂ
âBut arenât they like, super expensive to rent for the day?âÂ
âI mean⌠theyâre not that expensive.âÂ
âOkay, the pause tells me that you spent way more money than you needed to on this, Jav.âÂ
âAnd what if it was? Iâm not allowed to wanna spoil my wife on our honeymoon?â Javi grinned, gently cupping your face and playfully shaking it, making you laugh again.Â
âYour wife doesnât need to be spoiled, just getting to be here with you is more than enough.â You paused, giving Javi a little nudge as he dramatically rolled his eyes at you, chuckling to himself, âWhat, you goof?âÂ
âI hope you know that because youâre my wife, Iâm planning on spending the rest of my life spoiling you, whether you like it or not. Iâd give you the fucking moon if I could, Osita.âÂ
âWell lucky for you, a day at a beach cabana will do just fine.âÂ
While you never would have asked Javi to purposely spend extra money on things you really didnât need to make your trip any more special than it already was, you couldnât deny that spending the day in your own private cove of the beach in a luxurious cabana with food and drinks being served to you at your request wasnât a bad way to spend the last day of your honeymoon.Â
The daybeds in the cabana had made a perfect place for a shady, mid day nap for the both of you, lazily waking up from the soft kiss Javi had planted on your shoulder, exposed from your bikini top, freckled and sunkissed from days in the tropics.Â
âIâm gonna go for a swim, Hermosa. Be back in a sec.â Javi cooed, gently stirring you from your catnap.Â
âMmmmmmkay.â You smiled, flipping over for another kiss on the lips before Javi slipped out from the flaps of your tent, softly blowing in the breeze. You sat up on your lounger, the sight of Javi in nothing but his bathing suit waking you from your brief sleep in a matter of moments.Â
Even though you had seen Javi in nothing but bathing suits for the past 9 days, you were convinced it was a sight youâd never find yourself getting over. There was no doubt that you had always found him incredibly attractive, but something about this trip had skyrocketed him to another level of sexy you didnât even know was attainable. You werenât sure if it was the unbuttoned floral shirts, excessive time spent shirtless, his messy and wet beach hair, or just the fact that now you got to call him your husband- truthfully, it was most likely a combination of all of the above.Â
You perked up, pulling back the fabric door of the cabana enough to watch Javiâs arms stroke through the ocean, popping his head above water with a brief shake before he was shallow enough to touch the sandy bottom again. As he sauntered in from the ocean, you couldnât help but admire the width of his shoulders and chest, glistening from the sun and salty water. You let your gaze travel down to his swim trunks, feeling your mouth water at the way they hugged his waist and crept up his thick thighs. With each step closer to shore, you couldnât stop staring at the way his trunks were clinging to his lower half, perfectly outlining his generous length.Â
Javi must have noticed the way you were staring at him by the subtle smirk that had broken out across his face as he approached the cabana, eyeing you up and down right back.Â
âYou have a good swim?â You asked, feeling your stomach swirl as you took in every inch of him, glowing in the sunlight.Â
âMhmm. Did you have fun watching me swim?â He teased, tongue tracing over his teeth while he raised his eyebrows, knowing damn well the effect he was having on you.Â
âMaybe. What, Iâm not allowed to enjoy the view? Not my fault my husband is so handsome.â Your smirk was almost as wide as his, biting down on your bottom lip as Javi entered the cabana, letting the flap to the entrance close behind him before caging your body under his on the lounge chair, trailing hot, wet, kisses across your chest and stomach.Â
âSay it again.â He mewled, looking up at you with his big, brown eyes as his kisses trailed lower and lower, watching as he began to settle himself at the edge of the chair between your thighs.Â
âMy husband is so handsome. Youâre so handsome, Javi.â You sighed, feeling the damp patch in your swimsuit bottoms growing, soaking the fabric with your slick and arousal.Â
âYouâre so fucking good to me. Fuck, Iâm so lucky.â He groaned, slinging your thighs over his shoulders, eyes still locked on you while he began to tug at the strings of your bikini, leaving your bottom half bare.Â
There was a part of you that knew you should be worried about someone catching the two of you, barely concealed by the flimsy confines of your cabana, but the part of you staring at your husband between your legs about to eat you out seemed a lot more convinced that this was the best idea Javi had all day.Â
âYouâre so fucking perfect. Everything about you. Iâm the goddamn luckiest man alive, you know that baby?âÂ
Your response to his question was nothing but a ragged moan, feeling him draping his arm over your hips to hold you in place as he slid two fingers into your heat. He curled his hand to reach the spot inside you he knew made you crumble before diving back in between your legs, beginning to lick you up like a man starved.
His tongue swirled against your clit, the firmness of each stroke and the deep press of his fingers making you writhe under his touch, shooting your hand down to grab fistfulls of his damp, curly locks to brace yourself as he ate you out relentlessly.
âOh my god, fuck, Javi. Fuck, you feel so good. Fuck-âÂ
You could feel him switching tactics, latching his lips around your sensitive nub, rapidly sucking at the throbbing bundle of nerves, working his fingers deeper in your cunt as he felt you begin to clench around him.Â
âFuck Javi, fuck, right there baby- fuck, Iâm close.â Your fingers were buried so deep in his curls, tugging just enough to pull his face closer to you as you could feel your orgasm building at the base of your spine, desperate for him to give you your sweet release.Â
His thick fingers bumped along your g-spot, curving them ever so slightly in the way he had memorized like the back of his hand to make you come undone. The tingle along your spine quickly spread down your legs, pleasure building rapidly throughout your body as you felt yourself on the edge of release. Lifting his arm off your waist, he reached up to grab your hand laying out on the lounge chair, engulfing it in his grasp as he intertwined his fingers with yours.Â
âDamelĂł, (give it to me) sweet girl. Let go, baby, Iâve got you.âÂ
You could feel the pressure inside you snap, the tingling in your veins quickly transforming into full blown pleasure as your orgasm swept through you. You gushed around his hand, cunt clenching down on his fingers as you came, losing all sense of inhibitions as you cried out with a volume much louder than intended.Â
But with Javiâs fingers still curled, prodding against your g-spot, you had a feeling those cries werenât coming to a halt any time soon. It was only moments after your orgasm had finished he was already on a mission to give you another, tongue lapping up every ounce of your slick as it pressed against your clit.Â
âJavi, holy shit, baby, oh fuck.â You whined, bucking your hips towards his face and arching your back as he circled around your bundle of nerves, your moans and whimpers only egging him on more.Â
Even after all this time, there was a part of you that still couldnât believe how fast Javi could make you cum. He had memorized every twitch, every tug of his hair, every breathy whisper to know what made you fall apart under his touch, loving every second of watching you come undone for him.Â
You could already feel the tingling of your next orgasm beginning to creep up your legs and into your stomach as Javi sucked at your clit, greedy for him to help you hit your second high.Â
âPlease donât stop, Javi. Fuck baby, fuck, fuck, I- ahhhhhhhhh.â That was all it took before you could feel the waves of pleasure rushing through your body again, your pussy throbbing as your orgasm flooded over you.Â
Your legs were all but jello at this point, trembling around Javiâs head, still buried between them. Your last two orgasms had been so intense, you werenât sure you could take a third, but with the way Javi knew your body, you also were convinced it would barely take anything for you to cum again.Â
âJ-Javi- fuck, baby, fuck I canât-â  Â
âGimme one more, Osita. Câmon, sweet girl. Wanna make my wife cum one more time.â You nodded, looking down at the shine of your arousal covering his smirk, knowing that at this point, you were so worked up and overstimulated that just the fingers already inside of you really were all you needed to give him your last orgasm.Â
Javiâs fingers had already sunk so deep into your cunt, already so overly sensitive to every push and pull of his hand, that the grip you had on his hand had become so tight, you could feel your knuckles turning white. You cried out his name as it fell from your lips, babbling incoherently as the third rush of pleasure crashed over you, gushing onto Javiâs fingers. Â
âThatâs my good girl. My perfect fucking wife. I love you so much.â Javi carefully pulsed his fingers a few more times as he felt you clench around him, making you hiss as he withdrew his hand now soaked in your slick, bringing the digits to his fingers to suck them clean with a satisfied smirk.Â
It was only moments before his sly grin had quickly shifted to full blown panic, you, still too blissed out to wonder why he was scrambling to throw a towel over your bottom half and one to hide the erection under his as he sat himself in the chair next to you. Thank god Javi still at least had an ounce of inhibition left to see the footsteps of the server who had been periodically checking in on you strolling their way through the sand under the edge of the cabana, saving you both from what could have been an incredible amount of embarrassment.Â
âHi, how are you two doing? Anything else I can get for you right now?â Your server asked, peeking his head in through the flaps to see you and Javi trying your best to act as natural as possible.Â
âN-no, Iâm good. You good, honey? Need anything?â Javi asked, looking over at you as his hand ran over the back of his neck, trying his best not to grimace at the awkward tension stewing between him, you and your poor, unsuspecting server.Â
âYou know what, I think Iâm gonna have another drink.âÂ
âAlright! Another mojito for you, maâam?â Your server asked, whipping out his pad of paper to note down your order.Â
âNo, can you make this next one a Sex on the Beach? That sounds really good.âÂ
It truly took everything in Javi not to burst out laughing, choking on his own spit at your perfectly timed order, shaking his head at you in a humorous disbelief.Â
âPerfect, well Iâll be right back with your drink!âÂ
âThank you so much!âÂ
Once your server had disappeared, you and Javi erupted in hyena like laughter, the combination of your joke and almost fatal timing throwing the two of you into a fit of giggles.Â
âYouâre fucking ridiculous, you know that?â Javi chuckled, looking over at you as he shook his head.Â
âWhat? Itâs our last day, figured we might as well have a little sex on the beach. The drink sounds like itâll be good, too.âÂ
Your mid-afternoon flight had made for an easy morning to pack up and soak in the last little bit of your honeymoon. It had given you just enough time to enjoy your favorite breakfast place, and have one more of the best blueberry waffles youâd ever tasted before your last shower (and shower sex) to get ready for your departure home.Â
While you were sad your vacation had come to an end, there was no denying that every last bit of your trip was absolutely perfect, and even more so that you got to spend it with the most perfect person you could think of. You were convinced you could have gone anywhere in the world for your honeymoon and you would have felt the same- in the end, it wasnât the destination that mattered, it was the fact you got to spend it with your husband.Â
The fact that you got to spend every vacation together for the rest of your lives only made it that much sweeter.Â
While flying would never be enjoyable, you were thankful your trip home was fairly painless, granting Javiâs hand some grace, considering you didnât feel the need to keep it in an iron grip for the two hours it took you to arrive back home.Â
You were also thankful that it was Steve and Connie who had offered to pick you up from the airport instead of Chucho, sparing you and Javi the same sort of awkward embarrassment you had endured on the ride to start off your honeymoon.Â
Well, it may not been the same kind of embarrassment that you had experienced with Javiâs dad, but it was foolish of you to think that Steve was letting you get away scott free.Â
At least he had managed to get creative with it, making a greeting poster with âWelcome home, lovebirds!â on it to help you find him and Connie in the airport crowd, making Javi let out a sigh loud enough that Steve probably could have heard it from the tarmac.Â
âHey! There they are! Welcome home, Mr. and Mrs. PeĂąa!â Steve grinned, pulling you and Javi in for a hug as you found him, Connie following suit with a much less dramatic greeting for the both of you afterwards.Â
âHow was the honeymoon? Did you guys have a great time?â Connie asked, offering to take one of your suitcases, nudging Steve to do the same. âÂ
âIt was really nice. It was everything we could have hoped for. The resort was beautiful, the food was great, and the weather was fantastic. It really was perfect.â You smiled, looking up at Javi, nodding in agreement, reaching out to wrap his arm over your shoulder.Â
âThanks again for picking us up.â Javi chimed in, the two of you now following along behind your friends as they began leading you through the airport towards their car.Â
âDonât mention it, Jav. Least we could do.â Steve replied, reaching out to give Javi a little punch to the arm.Â
âWeâre super excited to hear all about your trip!â Connie added, looking back at you and Javi with a genuine grin.Â
âExcited to hear if Iâm gonna make good on my betâŚâ Steve muttered, laughing under his breath.Â
âSteve! Seriously? You promised in the car you werenât gonna bring this up!â Connie huffed, giving her husband a slap to the chest, and a grimace that clearly was the silent way to ask âWill you please shut up?âÂ
âWhat?! I put good money on it, Iâm confident!âÂ
âWait, is this the same bet that Javiâs dad was talking about on the way here?â You asked, looking back and forth between Javi, Steve and Connie in confusion, perplexed as to what you and Javi had to do with whatever bet he and the Murphyâs were in on.Â
âGo ahead, Steve! Why donât you explain?â Connie scolded, hands on her hips as she stared down her husband in all his big mouthed glory.Â
âYou bet on it, too!â Steve retorted, holding his hands up in defense, pointing at Connie to claim her as part of the guilty party to whatever was going on.
âWhat the fuck are you guys talking about?â Javi asked, trying to cut to the chase of whatever cryptic game they were playing.Â
âAfter yâall left on your wedding night, we- shit, this does sound kinda bad when you say it to their face, huh?â Steve paused, letting out a huff as he turned back to Connie, grimacing in agreement, âUs and your family and your dad made a bet.âÂ
âA bet onâŚâ You led, waiting for your answer.Â
Steve sighed again, hands on his hips as he stared at the ground before looking back up at you and Javi, âA bet on how quick it would take after the wedding until the two of you announced you were pregnant.âÂ
You didnât even want to know how red your face was turning, but judging by the sudden pink flush of Javiâs cheeks, you had no doubt you looked exactly the same, if not worse.Â
âTo be fair, your dad was the one who started it!â Steve exclaimed, pointing at Javi to let him know he wasnât to blame for his friendâs embarrassment before shifting his finger to point at you, âAnd your brothers were the one who said we should make it a bet! I just wanted in on it!âÂ
âJesus fucking christ.â Javi sighed, face in his palm as he rubbed his temples with the pads of his fingers.Â
âI hope now you know weâre not gonna have kids just to spite all of you.â You teased, crossing your arms over your chest as you tilted your head at Steve. It was enough to catch Javiâs attention, eyes going wide that there was even a shred of you being serious, laughing to yourself as you watched the relief flush over him when you shook your head at your own joke.Â
âYeah, okay, whatever you say.â Steve chuckled, his voice oozing with sarcasm, simply shrugging before turning back around to continue your journey to the parking garage.Â
Javi took his free hand, intertwining it with yours and giving it a gentle squeeze as the two of you trailed behind the Murphyâs soft smile on his face that despite his friends and families bet revolved around your sex life, there was a very real possibility that sooner rather than later, someone was bound to make their fifty bucks.Â
âWhatâd you bet?â Javi asked, feeling entitled to know how Steve had gambled after heâd spilled the beans on his little wager.Â
âWell, letâs see, yâall got married at the end of July, so July to August, August to September,â Steve paused, doing the quick math on his fingers as he calculated his answer, â9 months from now would be April, so Iâll be damned if youâre not tellinâ us your havinâ a baby by the fall and itâs here by the spring. And I know for a fact neither of yâall would be mad about that one bit.âÂ
And as much as you both hated to admit it, it was one of the few things in life that Steve Murphy was very, very right about.Â
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brought you together so nice [W.Maximoff + N.Romanoff]
pairing: dom!natasha romanoff x sub!reader x switch!wanda maximoff
summary: natasha takes care of you until wanda comes back. needless to say, the witch is more than happy about the arrangement you both came up with in her absence.
warnings: SMUT, MINORS DO NO INTERACT -> porn with very little plot but even more feelings; mommy + daddy kink; slightly more established dom/dub dynamics; a dash of pet play (as usual); bondage; gagging; soft domme nat + bratty wanda!!!!; vibrator use [R receiving]; praise + degradation + a dash of humiliation; hair pulling; spanking; aftercare
wordcount: 4.1k
a/n: well, well, well...guess who got too attached to another series? yup, me đ
these two have taken up more of my mind than i originally thought so here is part three of this little series. i don't have a plan to make another full part, but i might mess around and write a few blurbs here and there. we'll see what happens. anyway, thank you for all your support, especially regarding this little series. i'm thinking of opening my requests back up until the start of the new year so keep an eye out for that ;) [commissions are still more than welcome, though!] okay, i'll stop rambling for now, hope you enjoy <3
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Natasha could be sweet when she wanted to.
That was the first thing you learned after agreeing to become her and Wanda's submissive.Â
The rules and details weren't too clear yet, the redhead promising to answer all your questions as soon as the Sokovian came back from her mission. Still, she did what she could to fill in the gaps of your knowledge, allowing you to ask her as many questions as you pleased before showing you, in great detail, what she meant.
Despite the cold exterior you'd learned to love, she was much softer with you than you'd ever imagined. Sure, she was still a mean domme at heart, but she wanted to show you heights of pleasure you'd never experienced before.
And she went to great lengths to guarantee it.
It quickly became clear to you how much she loved impact play. Even outside of play sessions, she would always come up behind you, landing a hard smack to your ass before pulling you into her arms. You didn't mind, even when she did it in front of the others.
(Although Tony did whistle at you guys once and promptly earned himself a punch to the stomach. He laughed it off but made sure to never tease the Widow about her behavior with you again.)
You knew there were a lot of things you didn't know or fully understand, but Natasha always seemed to find a way to make you feel more excited than nervous about it. It was almost funny how quickly her personality changed once she allowed you to see past her walls.
Sure, she was still a little mean and more than a little snarky (which is exactly how you liked her, if you were being honest) yet there was a softer, affectionate, side that started coming out more and more.
She told you it was simply because Wanda wasn't around and she wasn't allowed to "break you in" without her around. Maybe it was a silly excuse perfectly crafted to keep you on your toes, but you didn't really mind.
Well, except because you really missed Wanda.
Being without the witch was harder than you thought it would be, but the Widow kept you busy enough to forget the empty spot beside you in their bed.
Your bed.
That was the second thing Natasha made you learn.Â
Yes, you were technically an addition to their relationship, but you weren't an outsider. You never were.
That was the third thing you learned.
Both Natasha and Wanda had their eyes on you from the very beginning. They loved each other, and their relationship made them happier than they could put into words, and yet they always felt something was missing. A third energy to keep them in check. To stop them from getting too rough, too mean with each other. To help remember how to be soft after spending so much time fighting with the world.
It was...strange, but you couldn't deny what they meant to you. The attraction you felt toward them had always been there and after Wanda opened that door...well, let's just say there was no going back.
You didn't understand how real that was until now.
Because somehow, someway, after carrying guilt you didn't even need to have in the first place, you were here.
You were theirs.
You were waking up in their bed with Natasha's arms wrapped tight around your waist.
A shudder ran down your body as the redhead's lips met your bare shoulder, peppering kisses across the skin. "Morning, detka. Sleep well?"
"Yeah," you reply as a smile forms on your face. "You're a fantastic cuddler."
"Shut up," she mumbles. There's a clear lack of annoyance in her words despite her attempts at sounding tough. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Your grip on me begs to differ."
At your response, her hands move to grip your waist, her nails digging into your soft skin. The sensation makes you gasp, your back arching almost instantly. You can feel the redhead smiling against your skin. It hasn't been that long and she already knows your body better than you do.
"Sorry, were you saying something?" She says, taking advantage of your reactions to grind against your ass. "You seem a little distracted."
 It's a bit of a cruel game but it's one she loves to play with you. Truth be told, she loves playing with you, period. You're so different from Wanda, so much more responsive, more honest about your constant neediness.
"I don't know what you're talking about," you mumble, not so subtly grinding back against her.
Just because you were slowly learning the rules regarding your place didn't mean you didn't love pushing Natasha's buttons whenever you could. Which really only happened in the mornings and during aftercare. Those were the only two moments when the older woman allowed herself to be soft with you, to let you see behind the walls she'd expertly put up to keep everyone out. Everyone except you and Wanda, it seems.
Her voice remains low, straddling the border between a tease and a warning. "Is my good girl trying to be a brat?"
Your heart skips a beat at her words. At the mention of being her good girl. Of being hers.
After the rough beginning your relationship had, you never thought you'd be let into her heart in any way. And yet here you are. You're her good girl, her kitten, her darling submissive.
"No..." You trail off, trying to decide whether to behave or push her buttons a little more. Ultimately, your desire to be a little shit wins out. "...Daddy."
Natasha chuckles behind you, her hands moving from your hips and toward your breasts. She gives them a soft squeeze as her thumbs tease your hardening nipples. "Oh, kotenok, you woke up cheeky this morning, huh? You know what mouthing off like that will earn you, right?"
You do know. She's told you many, many times before, usually while she's praising you for being so good for her and drawing out orgasm after orgasm from your overstimulated body.
However, she's never actually acted out any of her warnings. It's a good thing, you know that, and yet you can't stop yourself from wanting to see what it will feel like. To explore what that kind of submission will do to you.
"Yes, Daddy. I know."
She hums before going right back to kissing across your shoulders, nipping at your skin just to get you to arch into her teasing hands. "I see...you want to be punished, don't you? Want Daddy to remind you of your place until there's nothing else inside your mind?"
You're about to reply when you're interrupted by F.R.I.D.A.Y. "Miss Romanoff, Miss Maximoff has asked me to notify you of her return."
Your cheeks flush, even though the disembodied voice can't see what exactly you're up to this morning. At the very least, F.R.I.D.A.Y. is a lot less nosy than Jarvis ever was. Although, if you're being honest, you liked him better before he turned into a robot.
"I'm assuming she'll be at the Medbay for a while?" The Widow replies, her mind no doubt full of the things she'll do to you to pass the time.
"Yes, it seems she'll be there for the next half hour."
"Good. Thank you, Friday."
The AI doesn't reply and you can practically imagine her making a swift exit out of the room, leaving you to face whatever it is that the redhead has come up with.
"y/n..." Natasha purrs, her breath hot against your ear. "I have an idea. Why don't we give Mommy a nice surprise, hmm? Don't you want to be her pretty welcome back gift?"
You're not sure what being Wanda's "welcome back gift" will entail, but you can't deny your curiosity about it. Especially since the witch has no idea what you and her girlfriend have been up to. You have no doubt she has her suspicions, she is a mind reader after all, but it'll still be nice to surprise her.
You agree before you even know what you're doing, and Natasha wastes no time in springing into action.
In a matter of minutes, you go from lying comfortably under the covers to being spread out on your back, your limbs tied to each corner of the bed. You're exposed, vulnerable, and you love every second of it.
Of course, Natasha isn't satisfied with that. No, to top off the pretty sight you make, she places a deep, dark red ball gag between your lips. You shouldn't be surprised since, after all, you did ask for it.
"There we go," the redhead hums appreciatively, her eyes taking in the beautiful sight. "Now, just sit tight, okay, detka? I'll be right back."
You whine instantly, but she pays no mind to you, quickly making her way out of the bedroom and going to look for Wanda. You're not exactly happy about being left alone yet, there's nothing you can do. All you can do is throw your head back in frustration and wait for your lovers to return.
You're not sure how much time goes by, although there's no doubt in your mind that Natasha does her best to draw out their return just to mess with you, but eventually, they make their way back to you.
The sound of the door opening makes you practically vibrate with excitement, your hips wiggling from side to side without thinking.
"Well, would you look at that," Wanda says as she steps further into the room. "Looks like someone was having fun without me."
Natasha follows her in, standing behind her and wrapping her arms around her waist. There's something so domestic about the action that makes your heart clench.
"I had to get her ready for you, darling," the redhead replies as her chin finds the other woman's shoulder. "She looks good, doesn't she?"
"She sure does. I take it you worked out your issues?"
"We came to an...agreement, yes. I couldn't let you have all the fun."
Wanda chuckles, the corners of her mouth quirking up into a fond smile. There's no mistaking the fire in her eyes, though, the desire simmering below the surface. "And you said I was crazy for wanting her to join us."
The Widow grumbles, clearly not quite ready to admit her girlfriend was right. "You're still not off the hook, you let her believe you cheated on me."
"When are you going to let that go?"
"I'm not sure, maybe you should make it up to me."
Natasha's eyes remain on you but Wanda turns around, silencing her girlfriend's complaints with a fiery kiss. All you can do is watch, feeling left out and far too involved at the same time. You're slowly getting used to their competitive antics.
Their kisses turn desperate in nothing short of a few seconds, leaving you far too desperate and needy while you squirm around on the bed. They take their sweet time getting back to you, though, instead letting their hands wander over each other's bodies.
You'd love to complain but you're still gagged so talking is pretty much impossible. More than that...you can't say you're not loving the view. It makes you feel a little dirty, like you're watching an intimate scene you shouldn't be, and it brings a rush unlike anything you've ever felt before.
They know, because of course they know, and your obvious arousal only motivates them to tease you.
Natasha moves first, expert hands reaching for the hem of Wanda's shirt and lifting it over her head in an instant. "I missed you."
"Are you talking to me or my boobs?" The witch replies with a perfectly raised eyebrow.
"I'm talking to all of you."
"Nice save, 'Tasha."
"Shut up."
There's something comforting about the scene in front of you, even as your frustration builds. You've been with them before, but it's different this time. You can feel the change in energy, the easy chemistry that flows between all of you now that Natasha isn't trying to push you away.
"Come on, I think we've teased our good girl long enough," Wanda says, taking the redhead's hand and leading her toward the bed. "Isn't that right, sweetheart? You're feeling a little frustrated, hmm?"
You nod desperately in response, tugging at the rope that holds you down. Your actions only make both of your lovers chuckle.
"Look at her, she's drenched and we haven't gotten started yet," Natasha comments, her eyes trailing up and down your body like a predator assessing its prey.
"I'm guessing this means training's going well."
"She's a quick learner. A bit bratty sometimes, though."
The way they talk about you as if you're not a part of the conversation has you clenching around pure air. It doesn't help that the Widow is so accurate in her assessment of you. You love being submissive, being under their control, but you can't deny how much fun it is to disobey. To push against the boundaries she's set for you, not to defy her but to tease her. Maybe even test her a little.
It's far too fun.
"Is that right, sweetheart?" Wanda asks, even though your body language makes it clear how correct Natasha is. "I thought you liked being our good girl. Because if you don't, well...you know what happens to naughty girls, don't you?"
Of course you know. It was one of the first things the redhead taught you. Sure, the rules and terms weren't too fleshed out yet since Natasha had wanted her girlfriend to be a part of the whole exchange, but she'd gone over most things with you. Rewards, punishments, hard limits, all that stuff.
You're unable to tell the witch that, though, thanks to the gag in your mouth. Your incoherent mumbles seem to entertain her for a few seconds while Natasha sneaks off toward their closet.
Wanda's chuckle cuts through the air. Your attempts at convincing her you've been good clearly amuse her. "I know, baby, I know you like being good. Otherwise, Nat wouldn't be so attached to you."
"I'm not attached," the redhead grumbles.
A month ago, her words would have made your heart drop into your stomach. Now, though, you know she's only playing a part. She has no problem telling you how she feels outside of a scene, but when you're playing, when you're being their pet, she's right back to being mean. Right back to degrading you and humiliating you until you're riding the edge of pleasure and pain.
"Keep telling yourself that, darling."
"Oh, I will."
Their banter is borderline comforting. You've loved spending time with Natasha, but this, being with them and seeing their personalities come together, this is where you thrive.
Well, it's not like you're doing much. Then again, they like you most when you're like this. Vulnerable, at their mercy, and so obviously loving every second of it.
Wanda climbs onto bed with you, crawling over your body until she's hovering over you with a gentle smile that steals all your worries away. "'Tasha's such a liar, isn't she, sweetheart? It's okay, let her act like she's the big bad."
You want to laugh, but it's a little hard when she's leaning down to pepper kisses all over your face. The action is far softer than what you were expecting and it makes your heart soar.
You were ready for a rougher training session, for a trial run meant to show you what you had been missing in the witch's absence. But this? This is really good too.
Wanda continues her loving assault on your skin, trailing kisses down your jaw and toward your neck. You tilt your head back in response, earning a soft giggle muffled against your skin, as she kisses and nibbles all up and down your throat. There's no doubt in your mind that she's littering your skin with hickies and noticeable marks, but you find you really don't mind it.
The witch steals your attention long enough for Natasha to gather a few supplies before making her way over to you. You feel her set a few things down next to you, but you don't get to see what they are. Not that you really mind considering how busy your mind is.
"Stop hogging her attention, that's not very fair."
"It's not my fault you left her so fuzzy-headed. Poor girl didn't even stand a chance, huh?"
You shake your head, a few muffled whines making their way out of you.
Natasha chuckles as she shifts onto her knees next to you. Her hands find their way between you and Wanda's bodies, teasing your skin as she explores the territory she's spent the past few days claiming.
"Oh, please. This is nothing. You should've seen the state she was in last night."
The reminder makes you squirm in your restraints, trying to get closer to them to no avail. You know how desperate you look, how absolutely needy you are, but you can't find it in yourself to care. This is what you had been waiting for. To be completely theirs. To surrender to them and accept everything they were willing to give you. Sure, it was intimidating and yet it felt incredibly right.
"Are you trying to make me jealous?" Wanda responds, working her way down your body, expertly avoiding the areas where her girlfriend is touching you.
"You deserve it. Wasn't this your fantasy?"
"Maybe. It was hers first, though. Isn't that right, detka?"
The change in topic makes you blush. It shouldn't be surprising to hear that the witch had already known about your feelings for her but it's still a little embarrassing. At least she seems to enjoy it.
You nod, your movements slightly frantic and no doubt fueled by the feeling of her lips on your flushed skin. She takes her time dragging her lips up and down your inner thighs as Natasha teases your hardening nipples.
"Such a good little slut. I bet you're already so fuzzy. Just want your cunt played with and nothing else." The redhead distracts you with her words, leaving you completely unprepared for Wanda's continued assault.
You don't hear the thrumming sound of the vibrator coming to life, but you sure feel it against your sensitive clit. Your whole body shudders in response as your hips buck in a desperate attempt to escape the overwhelming sensation.
Your reaction makes the witch laugh and she leans down to press a few more kisses to your thighs. "There you go, that's what I like to see."
Her words feel more like humiliation than praise and yet you can't find it in yourself to care. Not when it feels so good that it borders on painful.
"Excuse you, we were having a little chat." Natasha's tease is coupled with a firm grip in your hair as she tilts your head toward her. "I'll have to train you if you don't fix that attention span, pet."
"Be nice, Nat, it's not her fault she likes me more."
"God, you're such a brat, Maximoff." Her free hand leaves your body to land a sharp smack against Wanda's ass. "I'll put you in your place too, if I have to."
The witch hums in response, very clearly pushing herself back against the redhead's hand. "You know I'd enjoy it."
Natasha spanks her again and the sight has you bucking your hips faster as you search for more pleasure. You let out a string of whines, already feeling yourself on the edge of an orgasm. It's a little embarrassing how quickly you're reaching your limit but in your defense, you've been worked up ever since you woke up. You were bound to lose from the beginning.
"Don't tell me you want to cum already, sweetheart? We've barely gotten started."
You want to defend yourself, but your attempts are instant failures. Natasha seems to get off on how pathetic you sound, though.
"It's alright, kitten, why don't you go ahead and cum for me? Mommy hasn't earned her reward just yet."
Wanda opens her mouth to object but she doesn't get very far since the redhead goes right back to spanking her.
You're not used to seeing the witch in a slightly more submissive position. She always seem to straddle the border between being fully in control and immersed below Natasha's dominance. This change of pace is more than welcome, though.
The vibrator gets pushed harder against your sensitive clit and the pressure sends you over the edge almost instantly. You don't get a chance to warn them, all you can do is give in to the sudden pleasure as your body trembles beneath them.
They're both distracted by the sight of your orgasm crashing into you so suddenly. So beautifully.
"What a good girl," Natasha murmurs appreciatively. "You could learn a thing or two from her, Wands."
"Whatever." You miss the way the witch rolls her eyes since your eyes are more than a little blurry and there's a soft ringing in your ears. "It won't be my fault when she forgets her place, Daddy."
That earns her another spank, but she's too busy moving the vibrator away from your drenched cunt to care. You whine softly at the loss of contact even though you feel far too sensitive to take much more.
Apparently, you look as out of it as you feel because the older women take a few moments to let you catch your breath.
Wanda's hands gently stroke up and down your legs to keep you grounded while Natasha shifts closer, her hands reaching out to undo the ballgag. "How are you feeling, kotenok? Do you want to keep going?"
Your throat's a little dry, but you manage to form a reply. "I'm okay. Just need to catch my breath."
The Widow nods before reaching over to grab the bottled water on the nightstand. She helps you take a few sips of water while Wanda continues to caress your skin, both giving you as much time as you need to recover. It's such a small thing and yet it's a reminder of why you're so attached to them. Why you need them more and more with every day that goes by.
Your relationship with them might have had a bit of a rough start, but you couldn't imagine a better outcome. Couldn't imagine two better people to surrender your heart to.
"Someone's in a romantic mood," Wanda pipes up with a soft smile.
Her words cause an instant response in you and you feel your face grow warmer by the second. "Why are you in my mind right now?"
"Because your thoughts about me are so loud," she replies almost instantly. "Don't look so embarrassed, detka, I think it's cute."
"Shut up," you mumble, momentarily forgetting where you are and what you're in the middle of doing.
Wanda's smile turns slightly dark and her hand comes down against your thigh before you can even think about what you did wrong. "Where'd your manners go, huh?"
The sensation makes you shiver, but Natasha reaches a hand out to stop the witch from smacking your thigh again. "Time out, darling. I don't think we're quite ready to keep going."
You want to argue with her and yet you make no real effort to. As much as you might want to keep going, you can't deny how overwhelming it all was...and how desperate you are for some cuddles.
"Sorry," you mumble.
Wanda instantly shushes you as she uses her magic to undo the restraints keeping you tied down. "Nonsense, you have nothing to apologize for."
The second your limbs are free, Natasha's hands are on you again. This time, though, she merely maneuvers you onto your side so she's able to slide in behind you. The second her arms wrap around your waist, your shoulders let go of the tension they've been holding.Â
Wanda wastes no time in joining the two of you, laying down in front of you and reaching up to play with your hair. "Just relax, we have all day to pick up where we left off."
"Don't rush her, little witch."
Natasha's words make you chuckle and you lean forward until you're practically buried in the witch's chest. "I'm okay, guys. I don't break easily."
A beat of silence goes by as they allow you to soak in the afterglow, in the feeling of their embrace.
But the Widow really can't help herself.
"Are you sure? Maybe we should test that out."
Her words are a tease, but none of you can deny your curiosity...or your arousal.
Needless to say, you spend most of the day tangled up in their bed.
Your bed.
With the two women who mean the absolute world to you.
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Time. [Aaron Pierre]
Warnings: MDNI ⢠Explicit ⢠Aaron Pierre x Black!Reader, teasing, slight edging, oral & fingering (fem receiving), DDLG kink/BDSM, slight?switch aaron, self!insert, close third POV and more...
Summary: You and Aaron have been in a long distance relationship for three months, as you reside in your cozy home in Seattle, and he stays in Los Angeles for work. Only ever having a quick day trip for quality time between your busy schedules, a long awaited break comes up on both of your calendars; three days and two nights at the end of a long week. Finally having the opportunity to see each other face to face, you enjoy a weekend of deeper, more intimate moments.
Word Count: 5.3k [I got carried away.đ§đžââď¸]
A/N: Part Two maybe?... let me know đŤŁ
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Glasses clink between the four beings at the table, smiles and knowing looks move along each face as you gaze at your closest friends. Jade-green, feline eyes stared at you through natural black lashes, examining your demeanor as you commented on the subject of conversation; your Alma Materâs recent Homecoming. He wasnât that interested in the topic to be frank.Â
Aaron was originally reluctant to agree to the nightcap, but when you insisted that the people you were closest to wanted to meet him, he felt the need to oblige you. He would get you to himself soon enough.
The ambivalence he held toward the conversation didnât stop him from listening when you spoke, memorizing the words as if he would suddenly understand the intricacies of such a place like an HBCU.Â
His eyes move away from your face as he settles into his seat, and his attention goes to the atmosphere of the jazzy establishment. The penthouse lounge was airy and spacious, mimicking the deep blue night, with its own stars to match. The celestial chandeliers lit the bar in the very middle of the large room romantically, with dim lamps atop each table that could put anything in a golden light.Â
âAnd why would they ever put BeyoncĂŠ on the flyer? We know she ainât gonâ be there! Put the actual performers.â Your sister Valerie added, shaking her head as she sipped on her lemon drop. You weren't blood related in any sense, but she was your ride-or-die by all means.Â
You purse your lips at her comment knowingly, and take a sip of your wine.
âGirl, you know they love to act like they ainât got no money. So, theyâre baiting the people who are gullible enough to buy the ticket off the strength of her face chile.â Val nods quickly and points at you in agreement, a quick âYupâ leaving her lips. Your other friend, Ryan, laughs at your interaction and shakes his head.
âAnd thatâs why I ain't going. Spelhouse is having Ari Lennox andâŚâ
âWe know how you feel about Ari Lennox.â You and Valerie say in unison, teasing your longtime friend. He shrugs his shoulders unashamed of his near obsession, and Val laughs while she turns toward Aaronâs stoic form.
âWhoâ you been listening to, Aaron?â She directs the conversation to him, and he looks straight at her with his answer ready on his lips.
âOh, Iâm more of a Sade type of guy.â The London accent infused in his soft tone causes you to look up at him, the wine affecting your every sense. As your eyes reach his side profile, you canât help but to examine him from the top of his black curls down to his pretty face and then his plump pink lips. He continued to talk about his playlist and you were justâŚstuck.Â
How could someone look and sound so sexy while talking about music artists? It definitely helped that you were an all-encompassed music lover, and couldnât do much without a song in the background. You loved that the both of you connected over that, and it made you listen even more whenever he spoke about a new song or album he was getting into.Â
âHonestly Y/N put me on to a lot of whatâs in my rotation right now.â When you hear your name, you nearly snap out of your daze but then his eyes meet yours and you blink back the need to compliment him as nastily as you thought you should. He can see the growing lust in your eyes and a small smile rises to his lips for the first time tonight, one of his hands reaching your lap.
âIâm honing his ear, yaâll.â You joke, pulling your eyes away from him. Any more staring and you would turn into a puddle right there. Valerie laughs slightly, and begins to go on about a recent album she really loved while the man beside you zones in on your mannerisms.
Even as the conversation trudges on, Aaron recognizes your slight avoidance, something you made a habit of when he started to really turn you on. Maybe you didnât want to seem too forward, or you were refraining for yourself. Either way, he understood because he was similar to you in that way. He never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable in your expression with him; sexual or otherwise.
But, he almost couldnât help himself, his hand squeezing at your plush thigh through your silk dress. A breath hitches in your throat and you glance at him, the warmth of his hand through the fabric on your skin a bit too much to bear in your inebriation. As you lay your hand over his, he turns his head to look in your eyes and a jump reaches your core. All you can think of is what it would be like to have his veined hand up your dress and inside of your panties, soothing the hardened bulb between your thighs.
You can barely move, completely intoxicated by your thoughts and the man who was staring directly into your soul, seemingly watching them with you.Â
From across the table, Ryan pays attention to the alluring energy between you and your man, the sexual tension horribly intense. Heat rises in his face as he thinks of the possibility that you and Aaron may become more serious than he had hoped.
Heâs not the first man to come around. He thought. But when he saw the way you two spoke to each other with no words between you, fear rose in his heart that maybe âjust maybeâ Aaron would be the last. Your last first.Â
Ryanâs fingers tap lightly against the bare wooden table, and then, he clears his throat to try and break your concentration. Seeing the both of you unphased, his bruised ego heightens his audacity, and he speaks.
âSo⌠how does this work? Her love language is physical touch and yaâll are never together.â He directs his question to Aaron but both of your eyes break contact to look at Ryan simultaneously. Your hands donât leave one anotherâs for a moment as you take in his question.
âShe has one of my sweaters that she sleeps with.â Instinctively, you run one of your manicured hands up his arm, squeezing at the toned muscle of his bicep as he replies to your friend. âWe make sure we donât miss a beat on communicationâŚAnd then we plan visits like this.â
âBut is that enough?â Ryan doesnât process the answer at all. âWhat if she absolutely needs a hug? Then all she has is us like sheâs always hadâŚâ Valerie sips on her drink silently now, thinking that Ryan is just being an interrogative friend. You could feel the venom in his questions though, and even in your struggle to figure out what it was, he seemed to have a point he wanted to make.
âOr, what if she needs some? Sheâs all lonely at home and you're at work, states away.â Your face begins to contort with confusion at his question, unease settling in from his suggestive tone. Why the hell would he be thinking about that?
Before you can even wrap your mind around the moment, Aaronâs arm stiffens in your hand, and you look up at his face to see a clench in his jaw. He takes a deep breath, and releases it in a soft sigh, which seems to calm him a little. But the comfort that he previously had never returns to the table.
âNot that itâs any of your business, butâŚâ He runs a hand over his facial hair as he hesitates with his answer, not wanting to put your business out there. But truly, the only person at the table who didnât know the answer was Ryan.
âShe calls me.âÂ
Flashes of just one of you and Aaronâs horny FaceTime calls fill your mind, and you look away from his face quickly. Your whole body is hot with the continued memory of hearing his breathy groans mixed with the light squelching of his large hand around his shaft, pulling to his oblivion for only your eyes to see.
âAndâŚwhat?â As Ryan pushes and pries for more of your intimate relationship details, you finally sit up from your comfortable lean in your seat and look him in the eyes.
âRyan, thatâs enough!â Your voice raises just a bit as you assert your lamentation. âNone of this is any of your concern⌠What the fuck is wrong with you?â You tilt your head to the side as an attitude fills your body.Â
âTo be honest, itâs quite obvious that you wanted to be the answer to all of your questions.â Aaron squints his eyes in Ryanâs direction and you can feel anger breathing down your neck.
You looked down at the table as you tried to breath through this emotion, but you just feltâŚblindsided. A friendship that you held on to for so many yearsâŚand now it was obvious that there were possibly secret feelings brewing this whole time.Â
Valerie can feel the heat radiating off of you, and she knows that itâs only a matter of time before you snap.Â
âHey, Y/N, I think this is just a misunderstanding.â She tries to talk you down but you donât even meet her eyes, you are so livid.Â
âRyan, maybe you should apologize.â Val turns to her friend, who she is also shocked by at the moment. Her limbs are static at the awkward silence that has fallen between all of you.
âAaron, Iâm ready to go.â You alert him, and almost instantly, your gentle giant is rising from his seat to fulfill your request. His large hand is held out for you to take, and you do so, following him out of the lounge and into the elevator that would take you to the lobby on the ground floor.
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Finally in your car, Aaron is still tense from the unexpected interaction with your college friend. He was under the impression that your folks would have had a positive view on you guyâs relationship, but he stood corrected. With about twenty minutes left on the drive back to your place, you both had a bit of time to process the conversation.
âHeâs mouthy.â Aaron complains as he sits comfortably in the driverâs seat of your car, which was still adjusted for his tall frame. His gravelly voice feigned apathy but you could just tell that he was not happy.Â
âIâm sorry about him. Iâve never seen him soâŚoverprotective.â You try to wrap your mind around the possibility that Ryan could have felt whatever he was feeling towards you for all of the years that you had been friends. But nothing seems to truly make sense.
Just as your words registered in your manâs mind, his attention averted from the road in front of him and he turned his head in your direction.
âIf thatâs what you call overprotectiveâŚHeâd been asking invasive ass questions all night. Iâm surprised he even let you leave.â He expressed, his shoulders slightly raised with the tension in his words. Your eyes squint at his charming face as you realize what he said. Let me?
âAnd what is that supposed to mean?â You ask. Straight-forward. You seldom ever disagreed with Aaron, but this time he was hinting at something that was already working your nerves.
With a deep breath, Aaron can sense the tone in your voice, and he mentally curses himself for getting you even a little riled up.Â
âIâm just saying,â He begins, his voice steady as it was when you saw him for the first time earlier today. âI think he has a thing for you.âÂ
As his calm words filter through your mind, you venture into your memories to think of the dynamic youâve had with your friend. He was the first one you made on your Alma Materâs campus, and a writer, just like you but in a bit of a different way. A journalist. You always had such a close knit relationship; you shared your best laughs and biggest dreams with Ryan.Â
But then, you realize how youâve never seen him with anybody. Not one romantic interest.Â
You had originally thought that was because of his workaholic tendencies, but todayâs events had you thinking differently. He did seem a little territorial at the lounge. A sigh leaves your lips as you try to put these new thoughts out of your mind and then you rethink a point you wanted to make to the strong-willed man beside you.
âAnd letâs get one thing straight.â Aaron gives you a glance as he continues to focus on the road, but your eyes stay on him as you speak. âYou can be jealous, thatâs human. But nobody âlets meâ do anything.â The attitude eases off of your lips effortlessly for it being the first time you beckoned it with him. But it doesnât seem to phase him too much, he just fixes his full lips to agree.Â
âYes maâam.âÂ
The rest of your ride is smooth and quiet. A mumble of a tune can be heard from the low-playing radio station, and the heat is on just enough to push the cold of the budding fall night away.Â
When you get to your apartment, neither of you say a word, but you wait for him to get to your door just like you had all day. Aaron promptly grabs the handle of the passenger side, and you get out of the seat gracefully, steadying your Saint Laurent heels on the concrete beneath you. Your hand instinctively reaches for his bicep as he closes your door and he leads you up to your apartment.
Warmth allows you to settle into your space, and you ease into your kitchen as you have many times before. Your hand reaches into your cupboard for two rose-tinted wine glasses, which are free of any stem, and you set them on your island as you turn to your refrigerator. From the enclosed appliance, you grab your favorite wine and pull at the already opened cork.
Aaron watches you intently, hoping youâll say something, anything to break the silence.
âYou want some?â You gesture the chilled bottle in front of your chest and he gazes at you with a tingling fascination.Â
âYes, please.â He answers you surely, and you resort to pouring both of you an even glass of the deep red alcohol. As you round out his glass, Aaron chuckles to himself and you peer up at his light eyes to catch his thoughts.
âLove is complicated, huh?â He grins boyishly in your direction, his lips raising over his bright teeth as he waits for your agreement.
âMm.â You hum contrarily and turn on your heels to put the empty bottle of wine on the counter next to your fridge for later disposal. When you face Aaron again, you wrap your hand around your glass and bring it close to your lips.
âWell, I only want you.â You take a sip of your sweet, warm-noted delicacy and continue looking at your man. âIt doesnât get much simpler for me than that.â The tall specimen before you takes a large gulp of his wine, and your eyes dilate instantly as he licks the brief stain of the alcohol from his pink lips.
âAgreed.âÂ
Hoping to hide the growing lust in your eyes, you raise your glass and drink again, and Aaron watches you this time. His eyes scan you closely, picking up on the heightened speed that your chest rises and falls. Naturally, his focus shifts to your breasts, down the valley between them and then to both nipples, which are hardening by the second with your arousal.Â
You set the half-empty glass down on the counter in front of you, and his lovely green eyes mimic the clear waters of a tropical island as they dart back up to yours. Deep, soulful brown eyes stare back at him as you take in a deep breath and release it through your nose. Quickly, Aaron walks around the island counter to meet you, his wine still in hand. Without missing a beat, he follows your steps as you turn around to watch his next movements, both of you toe to toe now.
As your pretty orbs peer up at him widely, his large, kept hand finds its way to your face. A delicate caress of his thumb against your cheek sends a trembling breath from between your lips, and heat rises in your face at the contact. Wanting to wait no longer, Aaron trails his gaze down to your mouth, and seamlessly places his over yours.
The kiss was molasses on your lips; slow, sweet, warm. He confidently parted the edges of his pucker to make way for his tongue, prompting you to do the same and graze him in a lovely tale of destiny. The taste of wine only deepened the thump of the pulse between your thighs, and soon you could feel the moisture pooling in your laced Victoria Secret thongs again.Â
Aaron kissed you like he was giving you a gift. As if he wanted you to remember every detail. His attention to the kiss made you a complete mess, breathless in the very best way. And once he pulled back from you, your lowered eyes gave you away instantly.Â
Curious eyes guided his pointer finger to the space under the spaghetti strap of your left shoulder, and as he readied himself to pull it off, he paused and placed a kiss along your heated skin.Â
âIs this okay?â He asks, looking up at you vividly. You nod quickly, a sharp inhale lacing your lips, and then, your word.
âYesâŚâ Near to a whisper, but audible to his seeking ear. Another second and he took both straps from your shoulders, watching as the silk fabric folded atop itself, then stopped at the round of your d-cup breasts. An index finger between your breasts is all he uses to pull the plunge down even more, revealing your bare bosom. His mouth waters at the sight of your perfect tits and he reaches for one, squeezing at the pillowy flesh.Â
Finally, his thick tongue meets your sensitive skin and his lips wrap around your nipple to suck at it passionately. A breath hitches in your throat as you feel his mouth deliver a soft pleasure, and though you want to moan you bite at your lip to muffle the sound. The vibration of your vocal cords alerts Aaron to keep going, and he pops your breast from between his lips to give some attention to the other.Â
This time you canât contain yourself and you allow a whimper to escape your mouth, then you bring a hand to the back of Aaronâs head to guide him on. With swirling eyes, he stares up into your lowered ones, and outlines your areola with his tongue before he enveloped the bulb with his lips once more.Â
Then, he raised his face back parallel to yours and delivered a silken peck to your lips. His eyes taunted you as he stepped away from your blazen body, looking you up and down in your initial ruin.
âFinish your wine.âÂ
Your hand couldnât move quick enough as you grabbed your glass from its place on the counter behind you. Three swift gulps ended the drink off abruptly, and Aaron smiled at your zeal, but that didnât stop him from taking slow gulps of his lasting alcohol to keep the night at his pace.Â
Once he guzzles the very last drop from your pretty wine glass he sets it down right next to the one you just finished. Then, he holds out his hand for you, which you dotingly fulfill, allowing him to lead you to your bedroom.Â
Steady steps into your dark room prompts Aaron to feel along the wall for your light switch, flicking it on when he finds it. Your eyes fall upon your perfectly made bed, and then your mind travels to the thought of it disheveled due to your pleasure.
Aaron releases your hand, and stands before you with eyes that know exactly what he wants.
"Take off your dress."
Another demand that you answered with absolutely no protest. Eager hands pulled down your silk slip dress, and as it fell around your heels, Aaron began to crouch before you. One of his gentle hands wraps around your calve and the other moves your dress from the space around your feet.
Free from hazard, he lifts one of your feet cautiously, and you steady yourself on his shoulders as he uses a thumb to push the strap of the heel down. Slowly, intentionally, he takes your shoes off, and plants several feather-light kisses on your calves and up your thighs. Â
A gasp leaves your lips as you feel his mouth decorating your skin with small declarations of desire. His gentle hands then trail up the back of your legs as he raises to a standing position, then he takes his hands from your body altogether.Â
Withdrawal was an understatement. You didnât expect to be so out of it, so quickly. But his touch. Oh, his touch. And those eyes? Gahdamn.
âDâyou remember the safe word we came up with?â His husky voice taunts you, calls to your core with a siren song no one has ever sung before. Just him.Â
Youâre a little too shook to even answer him, and very quickly he recognizes that he already has you where he wants you. A cocky grin curls at his lips and he brings a hand to your chin to get your attention.
âHuh, princess?â You blink slowly, and then nod as the word comes to the forefront of your brain from one of those infamous FaceTimes.
âMars.â He looks over your flushed face, and then lets your chin go as he takes a step back.
âMhm. And what did I tell you to call me?â His large hands reach under his shirt to unbuckle his belt and your eyes follow his quick and certain movements.Â
âPapa, Dada or Sir.â He wraps his crisp leather belt around his hand, and your eyes dart from the thick fabric to his eyes, that are already looking over at you.Â
âOur main rules?â
âNever say no to Papa, only yes, not âyeahâ. No back talk unless told otherwise. No touching myself without permission.âÂ
Aaron nods his head to your correct recollection of the rules you both agreed on and his Chelsea boots click against the floor as he navigates to his bag that is sitting on your dresser. Quietly, he shuffles through a burgundy satin drawstring bag, and your curiosity is piqued when he grabs something from the bag then sets it down along with his belt.Â
âI donât intend to try too much tonight,â He began, holding up a pair of vegan leather cuffs that you told him you were eyeing after an intense conversation about DDLG play. âBut I did bring these.âÂ
Your breathing picks up at the thought of him placing those leather cuffs around your wrists and having his way with you. So sweetly, so softly. And then so deep that you can barely take a full breath. You bite your lip absentmindedly and he takes heed of your tell, bringing them over to your bed before he stands in front of you again.
âWeâll leave those for later.â He acknowledged tossing them behind you. As your chocolate brown eyes peer up at him in anticipation, he canât help but look over your beautiful face, and then your curvaceous body. His skin continued to heat up with the thought of finally touching you the way he knew you wanted, and the sounds that you would make when you felt all that he wanted you to feel.Â
Hurried hands rush to the hem of his shirt, and he pulls the true black fabric off of his body, letting it fall to the floor as he brings himself close to you. Those same hands pull you into his hold, tenderly, allowing your chests to meet in an almost overwhelming warmth. At this point your panties are soaking wet, and your throbbing cunt has become the default for whenever you are in Aaronâs presence.Â
Just waiting for the word, you bring your arms around his neck, and as your manicured fingers play in the short curls at the nape of his neck, his eyes flutter in delight. One of his spots. His thick shaft fights against his black dress pants, begging to meet you for the first time. You can feel his print press against your abdomen and he breathes harder at the thought of contact.Â
As heâs finally ready to put an end to the anticipation, or to begin at least, he brings his face close to yours and allows his lips to tease them for just a second. Warm, wine-ridden breath plays at your lips and nose as your eyes lower even more. But he still doesnât give in. He wraps a strong hand around your neck, only applying pressure where safe, and then his lips meet the supple skin beside his thumb.Â
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you process his roughness, his soft kisses and his hard dick against you. Sneakily, you bring a dainty hand to the fortress of his pants, feeling just how thick he was through the fabric separating him from you. A moan eases from your throat as you caress him and he hums at the faint sensation.
âPleaseâŚâ You whisper, knowing that he most likely had a plan for the night, and nervous that you would ruin it.Â
âPlease what, princess.â He rasps against your skin, as he goes back to delivering torturous kisses. You breathe in a hollow breath, and then answer him.
âPlease fuck me, Papa.â Your hand squeezes around his girth through his pants and he stops what heâs doing to look you in your eye. The desperation in your orbs causes him to hum with a grudging remembrance of his list for the night. He wanted so badly to give you what you begged so nicely for. But if he wanted you to have something substantial to hold on to while you were states and hours away, heâd have to stick to his guns.
With a hungry kiss to your yearning lips, he steps back from you and his eyes caress your body.
âNot yet.â
When his eyes finally made their way back to yours he glanced at the bed behind you and gestured for you to move.
âGet on the bed.â A step back was all it took for your legs to meet the cool bedding atop your mattress, and you lower yourself to sit and then lay along your queen-sized bed.Â
He stared down at you from his stature, and brought his hands to the front of his pants to unfasten and unzip the closure, his dick protruding over the unzipped edges as he stood there. You watched as he rubbed his large hand over his thickness and your pussy tightened around nothing, causing you to whine at the uncomfortable sensation.
âPaâŚâ You drag on, getting very weary of this waiting game. Knowing just what you were wanting, Aaron stepped forward and pressed his clothed pelvis against your lace, feeling the give of your damp panties. It didnât take long for him to reach to the sides of the thin garment, and tug them from your thick thighs, revealing the overwhelming supply of natural lubrication at your entrance.Â
Aaron raised the soiled fabric to his nose and his eyes rolled closed as he took in your earthy, sweet scent. A growl exits his vocal cords, and he stuffs the panties in his left pocket, happy to now have a souvenir of his own to keep.Â
Kneeling at the edge of your bed, he instantly used his wide tongue to lap up your delicacy. When he had ingested all the sticky elixir that you supplied, he started at making some more. With his mouth open fully, he placed his lips within the well of your labia, sucking on you like there was nothing else heâd rather do.Â
His strong hands parted your legs on either side of you, allowing him full access to his new favorite treat. As he caught his rhythm and really got into it, he pulled up to watch a string of his spit follow his tongue away from you, and then he leaned back in to devour you thoroughly.
A throaty moan left your lips as you reached a hand down to his head to encourage him to keep going. Humming against you, he nestles his face in your pussy proudly, sucking and licking to your audible delight.
âFu-fuck!â Your body begins to tremble in response to his zealous efforts, and though it was instinct to close your legs at such pleasure, Aaronâs strength didnât really leave that as an option. You squirm underneath his secure hold on you, and he can tell that youâre close as you cry out the sexiest wail of pleasure heâs ever heard.Â
To push you even further, he rubs his middle and forefinger into the mess of spit and your slick that he created, and he pushes them into your tightness. Forefinger first, and then both, he strokes straight in a couple times and then he turns his hand upward, using a âcome hitherâ motion. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your spine arches through your upward spiral of pure energy.
âOhhâŚâ You call out, amongst the ridiculous squelching that is produced from him fingering you so deliberately. Aaron canât help but to groan at the sounds you make, biting his lip as he gets you all the way to your peak. Your pussy clenches around his fingers, and you open your eyes to meet him, your whimpers driving him wild.
âMmh. You gonâ cum for me baby?â His English accent falters just a little as he focuses on your nut, and everything that itâs taking to get you there. Before you can even respond, speechless at his skill, Aaron wraps his lips around your clit again, sucking as he strokes his long fingers into your dripping cunt. Your drawn out cry fills the room, and your body shakes at the orgasm that is breaking through you.Â
It doesnât seem to end. The more you dripped onto his fingers, he stroked even more precisely, and the louder your sounds got. At this point you were damn near screaming bloody murder, and you were sure youâd get a not-so-polite knock at your door tomorrow morning. But for now, it felt too good to be quiet. He had to know how good he was doing you, and youâd tell him all night.
Another true climax runs all of the energy you had out of your system, leaving you too weak to protest. But, Aaron seemed to get the hint, noticing the flutter of your eyelids, and limp yet awake body. You thought youâd be able to handle a full night, but you were only finishing fourplay and depleted. What the fuck?
Opting to make himself your personal cleaner for the night, Aaron softly licks away any remnants of your screaming, leg-shaking orgasm and kisses your inner thigh just barely. Your chest heaves up and down as you try and catch your breath, eyes lower than theyâd ever been before.Â
Seeing you worn out like this made Papa proud, of course. But he was still dealing with a boulder between his legs that he didnât really want to handle alone. As the gentleman he is though, Aaron raises himself from his kneeling position and climbs on the bed beside you, wrapping his arms around your shivering body.Â
Once you feel his warmth, you snuggle into his toned chest, your eyes closed and your mind completely empty. Just as you get comfy though, and begin to drift off into la-la-land, you hear Aaronâs soft resolve in your ear.
âImma let you rest, but weâre not done, princess.â
Part Two [ii]
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He Can Match Your Freak | Asmodeus Selfie Spoilers
OKAY sooo FINALLY I'm posting this lol it's probably going to be like two parts maybe??? Let's see how this goes because I'm learning to not post thousands of screenshots unless it's relevant.
First. I'm skipping the prologue because most have seen it, and I'm doing a different thing with that anyway.
SOOO it's gonna be a crash course ya'll with jumping right in when MC is in his room about to get them cheeks clapped.
He wants to know more about MC because of what he's heard and well he wouldn't be wrong here. MC apparently is quite the deviant. And you can tell the writers tried to describe him as majestic and breathtaking as possible because the way MC sees him is similar to how they see Leviathan.
Until they said this mess.
G I R L WH A T
Even Asmo was like ???? But he has a sense of humor so he just laughed it off which I mean okay yes as if he would care about that phrase being weird.
But MC out here actin' up once a g a i n. lol
But also they mention his body odor keeps wafting over in MC's nose clearly yeah because not only them pheromones' but uh anyways we'll get to that part later
And MC was just like covering their nose and is like "this is dangerous" and for me ya'll?
I'd be afraid to offend him by saying he smells ripe which I'm sure he wouldn't be offended because I'm not sure what would offend him at this point in time.
So big boi puts a sigil on MC's body similar to a womb tattoo which is why he said "be surprised you aren't pregnant" but this symbol makes you into his "female" no matter the gender. He goes to say it nicely that you're his "virgin" though.
And with that, most of what's happening is that MC is feeling the effects of Asmo without him even doing much of anything just yet. The feelings of having climaxed multiple times over, hazy, losing your goddamn mind.
That sort of thing.
Baby I would have cried on the spot. What do you mean be your companion?
Yup he asked MC to not only be his one night stand but to basically be his and that he thinks he could fall in love with them.
He says that he can fall in love at first sight despite his reputation. And also he mentions MC is his third love. First was Solomon (rejected him and wouldn't tell him who it is he was in love with) and two his late wife who was a witch and it's their children/descendants who are the Unholyc that inhabit Earth.
I'mma be honest with ya'll I didn't finish Lovely Unholyc because I was mostly interested in William, there was no route for him at that time so I just kinda dipped, tried again and then dipped lol
oh btw he apparently just straight up wanted to yap about him clapping Solomon's cheeks and getting his cheeks clapped back and how many damn positions they did and I'm trying to wrap my head around what the fuck they did because at one point surely they were on the ceiling or floating mid-air, like I don't even know
But his wife who chose to live on Earth and grow old and die normally put a curse on his soul. He can love and fuck whoever he wants and should never be lonely but he can't have any more children. If he does, they die, and he dies along with the partner he made them with. (the fall of the house of usher vibes)
AND let me just say? That woman did the world a favor because he has a breeding kink. We'd have a whole universe full of little Asmo halflings running around. So either it was her being possessive or just her sparing the world of that burden then yeah thank you for that because phew.
i don't need no babies anyways
And he says the same thing like "Oh we can leave other things other than babies, like photos of us in a mess" meaning he really meant when he said he wanted to participate in the contest.
I mean he would have won so I think it's fair to give the others a chance. Lol
So things are getting hot and heavy now and he's wondering why MC is holding back. Honestly I'm like huh he did say that he turns you into a virgin and not everyone is confident when being presented with the chance of a lifetime to fuck the embodiment of lust.
But at the same time I mean...MC this is your element and you are pretty much striking out. (not to him but to me you are)
SO I complied all of these because this is important. Asmodeus is literally combining all of their philias and using them on MC and he's quite good at it. And well, why wouldn't he be?
And he even goes to strangle and lick up MCs tears?
Yeah we know what he's about.
His tongue did what now?
his tongue did what now
his tongooooooooooooo
Anyways I short circuited there because everything about him is just driving me nuts.
MC even said they were coming by him just kissing them and I'm like hold up??????
I fucking bet.
Okay ya'll picked the nastiest ass stuff for him to mention but I get it. Congrats if ya'll have things you're self conscious about during sex Asmo's your demon because he literally won't care and will still be turned on.
Ayo.
Moving on....LMAO
And uh...Asmo was licking MC's snot and spit off their face and they came again.
I'm drowning in a sensory nightmare why is he so h o t but this is nastttyyyyyy
"I can always go hard whenever I feel like fucking the opponent"
Sir what? He just be sayin' anything
But he does ask MC what do they want...and they just smack the fuck out of him so there's that. Lol
I would tell him I'd very much like that mouth on the kewchie. I don't even need anything else just his mouth. His jaw probably can go for days.
Now MC is making deduction here that Asmo is the king of lust and seduction and can pass this feeling on to others. He's dangerous this way.
Now Asmo how do you know that.
Tell me sir HOW (I think I know the answer....but I'd be hella surprised that Belphie would let him hit unless he was watching him...)
But mostly what's happening is that MC is feeling what Asmo feels basically the same spiel as the other kings except with him it's intense to the point where they are quite literally about to pass the fuck out. And Asmo ain't about to stop momentum so you better stay awake MC.
NOW YA'LL.
Bullet point times:
MC has climaxed pretty much several times and they haven't even fucked properly yet
But wait, their clothes are off and....
Bam they notice that Asmo's cock is pretty much halfway in their hole and they haven't even noticed
All he did was push himself to the hilt and MC squirted ya'll
So there's that.
But the womb tattoo is doing it's job because now the climaxes are back to back, and I'm just wondering how the hell MC is still mentally there because I'd be a babbling mess.
Yes daddy.
he makes me SICK (lovingly)
But also they mention the liquid he was feeding MC had a horrible smell and I'm just like oh fucking gawd please get rid of my sense of smell before sleeping with him because I would not make it. Why is everything having to do with him smell so much? LOL
LMAO
MC was begging for his dick and Asmo is like, baby it's already in are you okay?
I'm crying
Yeah remember those memes about people getting high and saying they were vacuuming the dishes?
I imagine that's what it's like having sex with him. One minute you're on the bed next you're in another dimension, floating, transcending, melting, legs bent in impossible shapes. Indeed I am mopping the lawn.
He even mentioned they've done it like six times already and he's just getting started.
with a face like that? phew.
Oh so he does have a good pull out game.
btw the visual for that???? GAWDDDDDDD -> look here
So let me back up a bit and mention that MC was feeling insecure that since they have been doing it for quite some time (2 days I think?) they thought he wasn't satisfied. Nah he was just savoring the moment. He could come at any time. ANd when he does? It's alot and from his horn and everything. Cum fountain.
And best part? No refractory period. He's already hard and slamming that thang back in.
Also he mentions here that there's a smell, and he's getting really worked up.
Yeah he's tearing that up. Like it's overtime ya'll.
There's purple smoke and a erotic aura in the air, he's grabbing and biting down on the back of MC's neck to claim them? Oh he's going in.
Alright here we go.
And just so ya'll know...sorry male MC players....the same line is used in ya'lls version too. No change.
This is the point where I would of preferred perhaps something else be said entirely instead. I know the majority of players are women/non-men but...I can see someone playing and getting side swept like?????
But anyways let's move on past this point
Until the room stank is an understatement.
But anyways, while MC is trying to somewhat calm down, Asmo is still trying to keep the momentum. And MC starts trying to have a normal conversation and figuring out why devil's fear him the most.
But also mentioned they wanted to shove his nasty, greasy, bodily fluid covered hair up their hole. E x c u s e the fuck outta me?
AN Y W AY S
Mc figures that the reason the devils fear him is because of this. Imagine falling for someone like this? Who is nothing but the sole reason existence of lust and temptation where you could fuck for hours and reach pleasure centers unknown and yet have that all be taken away when he leaves? There's no love? No sweet nothings? Just being used up and tossed without any direction and you're just in the dark?
welp.
But Asmo does offer MC some comfort
He tells them that he's back in Hell so he will be around more often. It won't be painful, that it's okay to start slow and that MC would wait for him when he's ready to fully accept his feelings. He could fall in love with them not that he was already in love with them. But with how he's considering him as a companion, how he's biting and claiming them, the amount of time he's spending with MC.
mind you he left Phenomenon on the floor the moment he entered the meeting room so I imagine they weren't fucking for very long at all. I imagine all of his sessions with others are "quick" and for those he really likes they last longggg like days.
Not mention he on that yandere vibes....telling MC he'd lock them up in a cage but he'll deal with it for now.
And apparently when he gives a sincere command, it must be followed. So MC basically ends up getting dressed, not whining about leaving, and all that good stuff. A true dom in that sense.
Also he mentions that when he's nearby MC will just get turned on automatically. "Your body will scream that your man is here"
why is that so hot?
So MC is back in Gehenna and this is when Asmo starts reminiscing about Solomon who predicted that he'd see MC in the future and that he would know that he feels at the moment for Solomon is not 'love'.
I wonder if Asmodeus was just helplessly losing himself for Solomon, and pepaw clocked that and was just telling him to chill on it for a bit. Although it is fucking WI L D to me that he is going to try this again with his friend's descendant..."hey I'm a friend of your grandpa...soooo yeah let's fuck and fall in love"
Sounds weird when I put that way huh? lol
Also since we're at the end I'd like to highlight some personality things about him!
He plays too much: Taking a photo of himself and MC sleeping and sending it to Satan knowing he'd storm immediately to the room
He doesn't have self doubt, he is very much full of himself but is considerate of his partner given the circumstances
He is not into aftercare, he claims that part is included during the sex, if sex is over then it's over
He doesn't shower ya'll. Like at all. But he oddly keeps his nails clean and that's about it? He seems to be obsessed with sex funk
He really likes Mammon. Like a lot. But he does that thing where he's like "Nah I want him to want me so I won't give him what he wants" lol okay
He fucks pillows, pretty much inanimate objects if he feels like it
He has a sense of humor
Romance is not absent, it's just tricky for him since all that's all his brain is "breed breed breed breed sex sex sex breed breed breed oh lets pause for a break sex sex sex kissing sex sex breeding biting"
He loves his children though. He really is a fatherly devil. He beams about his kids and this is a moment where you can catch him not being sexual
It comes to no surprise that he doesn't like the idea of sharing his favorite person but it has me think that his style of relationship is that he's monogamous but if you want to occasionally bring someone to "play" with he won't mind as long as it's discussed and he gets to fuck them too
He's got a one track mind, but it's not like he can't carry on a conversation
Now for my
T H E O R I E S
Asmo is older than all of the kings, but younger than Lucifer
I am reaching in the dark but it seems the only King he's had sex with or has watched have sex is Belphie
He's only in love with MC because he's taking a opportunity that wasn't given to him with Solomon
There's most likely a loophole to his curse that his late wife left on him but he simply chooses not to break it
If the Kings fight together along with Asmodeus, the war would be over, and if we ever get a final battle chapter it's going to be MC who is the missing "key" and the one who figures that out is Asmo because he spent so much time with Solomon
We may get a cameo from one of his children in the story
Asmodeus is possibly capable of lying and just hasn't revealed that to anyone. I say this because if he was one of the very early devils created he is the exception to the rule. So there could be some secret he knows.
BUT wow it seems that I have compiled ALL of this into one post. YAY FOR ME. Now there may be more little blurbs popping up as I remember them but for nowwwwww~ Thank you for reading, hopefully you grabbed some snacks, and ya'll are amazing. Feel free to let me know ya'lls thoughts if you haven't said already on our stinky hot devil man <3 lol
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TXT 019 .F05 2024
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pairings Nickjudyz!TXT x fem!reader
warnings reader was described as poor, Yeonjun and Soobin being loaded, growing alone, self relieving, oral sex (Soobin receiving), slight cum eating, squint to see some fingering, unprotected sex, breeding kink if you squint once more, pet names, degradation, boob kink for Soobin if you squint again lol, bigcock!Soobin, bigcock!Yeonjun, virgin!reader, threesome, double vaginal penetration (hit me up if I forgot something)
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Growing up alone, you've done everything to survive. Even when you were still a child, you worked for yourself. Doing laundry for the neighbors, helping the market vendors, walking petsâdoing anything just so that you could earn a small profit.
Now that you're a college student, you've been hired by the school cafeteria due to the dean's empathy. You have a small space in the cafeteria for your small business, selling sandwiches. Every break time, lunch, and when you were vacant, you would quickly make your way to the school cafeteria to sell your products. You've been selling other foods too, like juice drinks and chips, but mainly sandwiches.
You would always wake up early in the morning to prepare everything you needed for your products.
"How much for a sandwich?" A tall, handsome man stood in front of your stall while you were busy cleaning your table.
"2 500 won, each," you smiled at the guy before you.
"I'll get two, please," he said as he pulled out his wallet.
"I'll just wrap it!" You cheerfully answered, not wanting to show how tired you are.
You're basically tired, not just today. But just tired of your whole life. Many times you tried ending it, but you always chickened out. And nothing changed. You struggle with your daily life. You can barely pay rent and your other bills. If it wasn't for the financial assistance given by the school dean and your side hustles, you surely wouldn't have been able to manage.
"Thank you! Enjoy your snack!" You cheerfully thanked the guy as you bowed down.
"Hyung! Come get your snack!" You heard the tall male call for someone over the other side of the cafeteria. Your gaze moved towards the other male. He's a little shorter than the first one. But he has a quite pretty face: pouty lips and captivating eyes. Handsome, yes.
"Yup! They're our seniors. They're also known as the Nickjudyz." You later found out from your friend that they were your seniors; they are a year older than you, and they were both scheduled to run for the presidential position on the student council for the upcoming election. Not that they wanted it, but actually, the campus dean had assigned both of them to different party lists at that. So basically, they didn't have a choice at all.
"Nickjudyz? What does that mean?" you questioned.
"You haven't heard of the animation movie Zootopia? They were the epitome of Nick the Red Fox and Judy the Rabbit," your friend explained. "Yeonjun's features were like those of a fox, and Soobin's a rabbit. Aren't they cute?" she added, giggling.
So the taller one was Soobin, and the one with sharper looks was Yeonjun, you understood now. "Nickjudyz..." you mumbled.
That night, you watched Zootopia, taking notes on the characters. And the next day, your sandwiches were Zootopia-themed. You were really waiting for the two of them to come and buy from you again.
However, luck was not on your side. When you weren't able to see them around, you felt sad. They were the reason you made your sandwiches Zootopia-themed.
You were about to close your stall when the shorter guy, Yeonjun, was running towards you. "Sandwich! Two!" he shouted with a wide grin. "Uhm, do you still have some?" He scratched the back of his head, realizing you were about to close your stall.
"I, uh, kept two pieces, actually. I thought you might come again." You hesitated at first.
"Nice! We just came out of the dean's office, and we hadn't managed to eat anything, you're a lifesaver," Yeonjun sighed in relief, pulling out his wallet from his back pocket.
After those times, you always got to sell your sandwiches to them. You even grew closer to them thanks to the short interaction you get to share with them every day. Sometimes, Soobin would be the only one to come, sometimes, it's just Yeonjun, sometimes they are both standing in front of your stall, buying themselves a sandwich. They became your regular customers.
"How about I recruit you to be my secretary on my party list? I still haven't recruited my secretary yet," Yeonjun suggests when he buys from you again one time.
You didn't know why you answered, though. It's not like you actually wanted to be a part of the student council. Maybe it was because of his pretty eyes and his cute pout. "I-i'll think about it."
He smiled and went away, skipping.
The next day, Soobin also suggested the same. "I already recruited her, Soob." Yeonjun wrapped his arms around the taller guy.
"Hyung, that's unfair!" Soobin pouted, only for Yeonjun to chuckle. "Oh! I have an idea!" he exclaimed.
"And that is?" Yeonjun looked at him, confusion written on his face.
"Why don't we let her choose from the two of us, instead?" Soobin chimed.
You froze from wiping the glass cabinet for your sandwich. "Wait, you're actually letting me choose between your party lists?" you asked, stunned at Soobin's suggestion. The two males just nodded at you.
Yes, you had built some connections with them. You can even consider it friendship, well, that's what they've said to you too. But to choose between the two of them to support, you think it's unfair. Especially since they were both good friends to you.
"Gosh, how can I? It's unfair," you groaned, Yeonjun chuckled.
"You can just think about it, but remember that if you don't choose me, you'll tear my heart apart," he pouted.
"See? That's what I'm saying! I don't want anyone of you to feel bad," you sighed, spraying Yeonjun with water from your bottle sprayer.
Soobin hummed, sipping on the canned soda in his hand. "Maybe you can choose if you got help from the both of us," he suggested.
"Come to think of it. Lately, I've been too busy with my business that I wasn't able to catch up again on some of my activities." You sat down on your chair, removing your apron. "Since you're both my seniors, how about you teach me?" you added.
"Like, tutor you or something?" Soobin said, turning over to you. You quickly nodded. "I might consider your request if you do so," you grinned.
Long story short, Soobin and Yeonjun both agreed on giving you a tutoring session.
It's been almost a week. The session went well. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just them teaching and assisting you.
You always do your sessions at the school's library or the town's public library. Anywhere but your house. You know the three of you won't fit in that small studio. Considering they are tall towers, you often tease them with this, in which they often rebut you that you're just short.
"Should we end it here today? I mean, I still have a part-time job to go for at 6," you glanced at your phone secretlyâthe screen broke and an old modelâyou don't want them to see that, at least.
Actually, they were far out of your league, even just as friends. Sometimes, you would even think about not showing up near them anymore, but guilt would always eat you up. They've been so good to you, they like to help you out at your stall sometimes when they are free.
"Say, how many side hustles do you have? I don't mean to offend you, but why do you need so many jobs?" Yeonjun, showing his little curious side, tilts his head a bit. Is he confused? Maybe. Is he mocking you? No, his eyes doesn't tell you that.
You sighed, not wanting to hide your situation anymore, not with how his curious eyes were boring holes in your face. "For weekdays, I go to school, and work at the cafeteria for some time," you paused, looking at Soobin, who was staring at you too for a while now. "At 7, I work at a convenience store down my street, and clock out at 12."
Soobin's eyes were full of concern. "Do you even have time for yourself? Time to study? Time to rest?" he shoots.
You shook your head and continued to speak, "I study for a bit, and I sleep before 2, then wake up at 6 again to prepare for my business, given that our class starts at 8 in the morning."
"Are you trying to kill yourself?" Yeonjun frowns after knowing you could barely rest.
"It does not end there yet," you chuckled. "On Saturdays and Sundays, I work at a cafe from 6â12 in the morning, work at the laundry shop from 1-4 in the afternoon, head straight here for our sessions, and catch a night of restaurant work from 6â11."
You could pick their jaws off the floor. You chuckled at their reaction. "Are you still alive? Tell me if I'm talking to a ghost..." Yeonjun hugs himself dramatically. "Hyung, don't be like that." Soobin slaps his shoulder, emitting a whine from the older man.
"I should get going now, see you on Monday!" You quickly got up to your feet and waved at them as you ran outside.
That Monday, you saw yourself working with the two males at your stall. They were the ones selling your sandwich. And since they've got the face, the reputation, and all, your sales suddenly skyrocketed. You needed to run to the nearest store near your school to buy what you needed to restock.
"Achoo!"
"That's your 99th time sneezing today, little angel," Yeonjun said, without turning to face you, still busy cleaning the glass cabinet.
"I'm okay, don't worry - Achoo!"
The next day, you were nowhere to be found. The sandwich stall was not open and no sneezes could be heard.
"Bin, I just realized... We actually have no way to contact her," Yeonjun was tapping his fingers on the cool steel table of your stall.
"I wonder what happened to her," Soobin sighed, rummaging through your stall, foolishly hoping to find some way to contact you.
"Let's go to the faculty, I have an idea," Yeonjun suggested.
"What? No, we can't disclose any information about students to other students, so no," the school administrator declined his request.
"Pleeeasseee, sir," Yeonjun begs, only to be declined again.
"Uhm, she's... She's my secretary for the election, so I need to have her information, at least," Soobin butts in.
"Your name?" The admin asked Soobin.
"Soobin. Choi Soobin, sir."
The two of them quickly ran out of the faculty as soon as they got what they needed. Quickly excusing themselves from their respective classes, claiming they have some emergency to tend to.
You woke up to the irritating ringing of your doorbell. You were not expecting any visitors today.
"Goodness, who could it be..." You stood up only to fall back down on your bed again because of dizziness. You felt the drilling pain on your head again that you had felt since last night. You shiver, pulling your jacket to yourself, yet you can feel yourself so sticky because of sweat.
"Who is--" Your eyes widened the moment you were met with two tall guys standing in front of your studio. You quickly slammed your door and leaned against it.
'What the hell are they doing here?! How did they find me? Oh my god!' You panicked, screaming inside your head.
"Angel," you heard Yeonjun whisper, "Can we come in?"
"H-how did you find where I live?" you asked. Dumb question. They could just ask around the faculty. "Dummy," you whispered to yourself, facepalming yourself.
You opened the door and peeked at them. "Hi, hehe," you awkwardly smiled at them.
"C-come in..." You opened the door wide, welcoming them to your small studio.
"We're gonna let ourselves in," Soobin mumbled, removing his shoes from the doorstep.
Their eyes were welcomed by a small bed that could barely fit two people in the corner. A small study table is beside it, stacked with books and a broken phone on top, and with a small dresser near the bed.
A single-seater dining table on the other side with some instant foods and a portable stove.
Their eyes roamed a little more. A closed door, they assumed, was the rest room, just sat near the doorstep.
"I... I don't think my place is enough to fit the three of us..." you fidgeted, sitting on your bed as your head spun again, making you shut your eyes tightly.
"You were sick after all," Soobin commented. "I'll just go out, I'll come back quickly," he said as he carefully stepped out of your place.
"So... This is where you live?" Yeonjun sat on the chair at your dining table. You meekly nodded. "All of those side hustles for this place?" he added.
You know he does not mean to offend you once again, yet you felt yourself getting embarrassed. "I barely survive... Even from those multiple part-time jobs. N-not to mention thatâcough, excuse me.. I am paying loans too," you explained as you lay down on your bed, feeling your body burn up again.
Your gaze returned to Yeonjun when you heard him talk.
"Buy cough medication as well, Bin. And, oh, a few fruits too if you don't mind."
"Why are you looking for me, by the way?" you asked, pulling the blanket to cover yourself.
"We were worried, of course. How can we not? Plus, we weren't able to eat a sandwich today," he smiled, even though he knows you're not looking at him.
Yeonjun stood up. "Towels," he said.
You looked at him confused. "Huh?"
"Where are your towels?" he asked himself.
You pointed at the dresser, "Lowest part."
"I can't believe my tongue didn't taste any of your sandwiches today, angel. Do you know how much I crave for it every day?" You heard the water running in your restroom for a moment.
Yeonjun gently pats the wet towel on your forehead, wiping your face as well. He even hesitated at first to wipe your neck, shaking his head in the process.
"Don't you have any classes?"
"We do, but we excused ourselves. What can we do? We have an emergency at home," he smiled at you.
"Dummy, this ain't your home, Mr. Pouty Lips," you chuckled.
"Why not? Look, I even have a patient here at home," he says, tucking your straying hair behind your ear. His hand gently grazed your face, and you unconsciously leaned on his cool hand.
"Your hand feels cool..." you mumbled, squirming under the blanket. He then cupped your face, gently rubbing your cheek. Your eyes flutter closed as you feel relaxed beneath his touch.
"Pretty little angel." His voice was faint, even lower than a whisper.
"I'm back." Yeonjun snapped his head towards the door as Soobin closed it behind him. "How is she, hyung?"
"She fell asleep, she's burning hot, though." Yeonjun placed the towel on your forehead. "Hey Bin, you know how to make porridge, right? We should at least make her something warm."
You woke up again, but this time it was because of resounding murmurs filling up the small room.
"Hey angel, you're up?"
"You're still here?" you grunted as you tried your best to get up, receiving a helping hand from Yeonjun.
"You have to eat," Soobin says as he walks towards you with a plate with porridge in a bowl. "It's still warm, you'll feel better," he adds.
Soobin sat on the side of your bed, still holding the plate. Yeonjun stacking your pillows for you to lean on, as he ordered you to scoot back.
"Open your mouth y/n," Soobin scooped a spoonful of porridge.
"I can do it, you know," you chuckled.
"Please let me."
Soobin fed you the porridge he cooked. Yeonjun was at your table, peeling and slicing some fruits. "You should've taken care of yourself more," Yeonjun nags.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Pouty Lips," you said as you flashed a smile at him. "I don't have any choice but to work."
You have been sick many times, but no one has ever been there to take care of you. No one cooked for you but yourself. You buy medicines alone, even when you are burning up. You needed to do your chores even when you got too dizzy to stand up. "I'm grateful to you two, this is the first time I have experienced being cared for."
And that's when they realized they needed to take care of you. That's when it registered in their minds that they needed to stay beside you. You're their precious little angel, whom they needed to take care of. A fragile person who still needs someone to be their companion.
"We're heading home for now, okay? We'll be back tomorrow, please rest a lot." His once captivating eyes were now full of worry, and his pouty lips became more pouty as he talks to you.
"Go now." Your smile wasn't forced at all. It was genuine. Your heart thumps as you recall how they took care of you. You were floating on cloud nine.
Yeonjun walked outside first, and Soobin stopped midway, turning back as he quickly tracked back towards you. "If anything happens, call me... please," he handed you a small note in which you assumed was his number.
Yeonjun came back the next day early in the morning just to see Soobin cooking breakfast while you were sitting on your bed like you'd've been awake for the past few hours.
"Is this why you weren't answering your phone?" he asked.
"Sorry, hyung, y/n called me in the middle of the night. Her temperature went up," the taller man sighed.
Yeonjun sat beside you, placing his hand on your forehead. "Do you feel okay now?" he asked as he cupped your face, his face merely an inch away from yours. You nodded, but you didn't even pull back. Maybe it's because his cool hands were on your cheeks, or maybe you were just feeling too hot. You actually don't know. All you knew was that you were feeling butterflies from his touch.
You watched how his pretty lips parted, how his tongue glossed his lips.
Which is to blame? You, who maybe, have a tiny crush on him that makes you wanna kiss him? Or Yeonjun, that may or may not be, doing this on purpose while his face was way too close to yours?
You tightly shut your eyes. Were you assuming a kiss?
"Angel, food is ready," he announced, standing up from your bed.
You opened your eyes, and you watched him look at Soobin, as they seemed to talk with their eyes.
"I'm glad it's Saturday today. There's nothing else to do." Soobin stretches his feet, plopping down on your bed after eating. "I feel so sleepy," he muttered, his eyes fluttering close.
Yeonjun lay beside him, closing his eyes with a smile plastered on his face. You, on the other hand, just came out of the bathroom.
You placed your hands on both of your waists. "How am I supposed to rest now? You're hogging my bed."
Soobin pretended to snore as he let Yeonjun hide on his back, trying to hold back his snickers.
Maybe you could let them rest. It won't hurt to let them rest after receiving a lot of favors.
"I have a test this coming Thursday, I don't know if I would be able to pass the test," you sighed, poking at the watermelon slices Yeonjun placed in front of you.
It's been more than a week since you were sick. You were now invited over to their place for your tutoring session. It only occurred to you that they're not just friends, they were roommates too.
"You can do it, I know you can, you've been studying a lot," Soobin cheered, stopping for a while from writing in your notebook.
Yeonjun picked up a piece of watermelon barehanded, making it touch your lips. "How about a little gift if you pass the exam, little angel?" he suggested, "Aahh," and asked you to open your mouth at the same time to feed you.
His fingers grazed your lips a little more than expected, and he proceeded to lick his fingers with the left-over juice of the watermelon. "What do you say?" Yeonjun leans forward to you, his hands propped on the table in their living room.
You meekly nodded. No noise, just a simple nod and a lip bite that didn't escape Soobin's and Yeonjun's sight. "W-what gift though?" you asked, trying to straighten your posture.
"Soob, any suggestions?" He peered towards the taller male, only for Soobin to answer with a "Shhh, secret," and a smile.
Yeonjun chuckled, ruffling your hair. "Surprise, little angel, it's a surprise."
You were aware of their subtle advances, actually. Especially how clingy and touchy Yeonjun was. But you were just letting it slide. You don't give it plenty of attention.
But you have already admitted it to yourself. You're swooning over them. They're your good friends, though, and that's why you kept on pushing your lingering feelings back.
The session went well that day too. Not to mention that you're no longer rushing because they already asked you to drop some of your side hustles. You were hesitant at first because how are you going to pay your bills now? But you ended up listening to them and their pouty request. How could you say no? Why would you dare say no, rather?
Thursday came quickly, and taking the biology test first thing in the morning felt like walking on fire and broken glasses barefoot. You could feel the sweat dripping down your forehead and your heart thumping. You even called all the saints, gods, and goddesses you knew to help you answer the test. If looks could kill, flies would be all over your teacher's body.
The following day, your test papers were given back to you. You were too scared to open the folded piece of paper. That's why you kept it like that between the pages of your notebook. You even brought the notebook with you when you went back to your stall to sell your sandwiches.
In the midst of the crowd at lunch, you saw the two tall guys walking towards you once again. As if on cue, they waved at you the moment they met your eyes. You could clearly picture bunny ears and a foxtail over their figures as you chuckled to yourself. "Silly guys," you whispered to yourself.
Soobin was the one who noticed the notebook on the side. He was trying to fan himself with your notebook when your biology test results came flying out from your notebook.
"What's that?" Yeonjun asked as he saw Soobin opening the folded paper.
"Woah! I knew you'd ace the test y/n," he exclaimed, making you snap your head towards them with a confused look.
"Did our surprise gift make you motivated?" Yeonjun taunts, a sly smirk playing on his lips.
"T-that... I..." You were out of words. From what Yeonjun had said and from knowing you actually got a perfect score from your biology class, which you dearly hated from the start.
"It looks like we need to give here our prize, hyung," Soobin smiled. They look at each other knowingly. They know what you deserve. "Shall we head out first?"
Yeonjun and Soobin head home first, ahead of you. They said they wanted to take a stroll at the mall to buy something as your prize, and they just told you to head straight to their place tomorrow afternoon.
You were able to sleep soundly that night. Knowing that you can ace tests only if you focus on your studies. You felt proud of your achievement, given that you don't usually do well in your biology class. You even planned on making the two guys a special-made sandwich to thank them for their work. However, you were actually planning on turning down their request. You couldn't stand choosing between the two of them. You would rather back down than choose.
You were actually expecting something more of a material gift. Maybe a book, a chair, or something you could use inside your small studio. And the gift you were about to receive was the last on your list.
"Fuck princess, why are you so good," Soobin hummed while guiding your head.
"You should be more gentle, Bin. Remember, she still needs to choose who she wants to serve under," Yeonjun chuckled while caressing your dainty finger as he placed your hand on his tenting bulge.
You glanced at your hand on his bulge, and your gaze went up to his eyes. Yeonjun tilted his head, "What is it, pretty angel?"
You swore, and your stomach swirled. Little did they know, whenever they called you these names, you felt a little weaker in your knees.
How did it happen that a visit to their place would end up with you in their bedroom?
You rang the doorbell at their apartment's door, clutching onto the paper bag of the special sandwich with a wide smile on your face. Yeonjun opened the door, rubbing his eyes. He looks like he just woke up from an afternoon nap. Until you realize he's not wearing a shirt. His bare and toned body is displayed in front of you.
"Hi angel, sorry, we were asleep. A friend visited earlier and got us drunk," he apologizes. "Come in."
"Fuck, my head is spinning," he muttered to himself.
"Uhm, should I just come back next week? Do you want to rest for now?" worry and nervousness were visible on your face.
"No, please come in. You don't mind taking care of us too, right?" he smiled, picking up the bottles and cans on the table.
"Where's Soobin?"
"The room over there, do you mind waking him up? I'll just clean this." Some takeout boxes were scattered around the floor, and spilled drinks and sauces were also around.
"Soo-"
"Ahh fuck, y/n... More... You feel so good... Ahh.." You were stunned when you pushed the door open. Soobin was sitting down on the side of his bed, clutching the hem of his t-shirt up to his chest, while he gently stroked his shaft.
"C-come on pretty... I n-need more..." Soobin lolled his head back, letting go of his shirt to use his other arm to support his body as he tightly gripped the bedsheet.
"D-do you need h-help?" You actually don't know why you asked it. You should've just closed the door and pretended that you saw nothing.
Soobin peers over you, "Fuck, didn't know you're already here... Shit sorry, I need you y/n." His lower lip caught between his teeth, sweat forming on his forehead as his fringe sticks.
Like clockwork, you slowly managed to get near him.
"But... But I think you're drunk... I don't think this is right..." you chirped, trying to fight your desires with reality.
"I'm sober. I swear, fuck.. How can I not be when all I can think about was how you," he paused, pressing down on his slit, "Fuck!" He looks up at you once again, "All I can think about was h-how you m-moaned my name when you c-called me that night." He was once again reminded of how you moaned and chanted his name, calling for help, your pants, and heavy breaths when you called the night when your temperature went up.
A pinkish tint washed your face as you thought about how you did your best to call him.
You slowly knelt down between his legs, not breaking eye contact. Your hand slowly wraps around his cock as he draws back his hand.
"You're so p-pretty. I'm sorry I'm m-making you d-do this." You shook your head and flashed him a smile.
"Y-you want this?" Soobin raised your hand to stop you for a while.
"I.. that.. probably..." You weren't able to form any coherent words about how scared you are to admit you have a little crush on them.
"Please. Please tell me you w-want this t-too, If you-"
"I do. I-I do want this. No, I want you, actually... You... And Yeonjun too. Just.."
"Just?"
"It's just that, I can't admit it. You're both good friends of mine. I can't afford to lose our small friendship just because I like the both of you," you bit your lower lip as you retract your hand and place them both on your knees, preparing yourself to receive some hate comments.
"How am I supposed to hold back after knowing you want me? Oh god, you'll be the death of me..."Soobin caressed your cheeks, pulling your face closer to his length.
You look up at him, your eyes full of innocence made him curse all the non-liviing things from hell.
"W-wanna fuck your throat so bad, princess," Soobin muttered, rubbing his shaft on your cheek.
"She's so pretty, I want to ruin her." Your gaze flits toward the voice, it was Yeonjun. He was leaning on the doorframe, watching the two of you exchange a little talk.
"Fucking pretty, hyung. And smart too. She deserves a gift, right?" Yeonjun nodded with a smirk playing on his pretty face.
"She's a good and honest little angel, she deserves a good gift."
Yeonjun marched his way towards the bed. The bed dipped under his weight when he sat beside Soobin.
And this was when you found yourself in that position, between Soobin's legs and reaching for Yeonjun. The sandwich on the paper bag, long forgotten, was splayed on the floor.
You lightly rubbed your hand on Yeonjun's pants, making him hiss under his breath. Your eyes flitted to Soobin, you watched him alternate between biting his lower lip and gaping his mouth.
"I-i'm gonna... y/n, 'm close-- Fuck!" Soobin's hips stutter, stilling for a while inside your mouth. Hot liquid sliding through your tongue.
"C'mere," Soobin quickly pulled you up, crashing his lips on yours.
"Let him taste himself, pretty," Yeonjun taunts.
You lightly open your mouth, letting some of his essence slip through your lips, swallowing the remaining on your tongue. Soobin moaned in your mouth, teeth almost clashing at each other, lips swollen from biting.
Soobin pulled away, his forehead on yours, chasing his breath. "God, it tastes weird," he mumbles.
You felt a hand on your waist, it was Yeonjun's. He was guiding you to sit on his lap.
"Make me cum."
You left a peck at Soobin's lips once more before straddling Yeonjun. Not wanting to be left behind, Soobin tugged at the hem of your shirt. "Can you remove this?" he asked, eyes begging.
You quickly slip out of your shirt. A red hue paints his cheeks as he tries to reach out for the strap of your bra, snapping it open.
Yeonjun then pushed your hips down on him to feel you, making you startled. "Mmhh, feels good, fuck," he sighs. His pouty lips look so delectable as you see him gape his mouth.
Your eyes don't want to leave Soobin, giving him a few glances as he strokes himself languidly while watching you.
"Pretty, never thought you could do something like this, you're not as innocent as you look, yeah?" Yeonjun's eyes were flying towards Soobin, as if asking for some approval, as he continued to guide your hips to grind above him.
"She's dirty, hyung," Soobin chuckles.
"I-i'm not, ahh-" you tried to retaliate, only for Yeonjun to buck his hips up.
"If you're not, then why are your nipples so perky?" Yeonjun smirks, rolling your nipples between his fingers, emitting soft whines from you that made Soobin leak out once again. Of course, he was reminded once more about that night.
"Look at her grinding above you even if when you're not holding her waist, hyung," Only then did you realize that Yeonjun's hands were no longer on you. You're moving on your own accord. No guidance at all.
You felt shy as you stilled your hips, hiding behind Yeonjun's neck. Were you this desperate? Were you this dirty? Just like what they've said?
Yeonjun lifted your skirt, landing a soft spank on your ass, making you yelp at his neck. "Why'd you stop?" He then squeezed your ass as he landed another spank.
Yeonjun raised your body for a bit, only to see how wet his sweats were. It's not from him, of course. You watch the ends of his lips curl up.
"Baby, look at the mess you've made," Yeonjun coos. Soobin reaches for your skirt to unzip it. Your baby pink underwear has now turned dark because of how wet you are.
You bit your lower lip as you look at Soobin, eyes glossy, seeking help, and cheeks beet red. You wanted to cry out of embarrassment.
"Oh, look at my pretty angel, Bin, she's about to cry."
Soobin chuckles, "Don't make her cry, hyung. You're such a menace."
"Continue moving then, save your tears for later," Yeonjun remarked, letting you drop down on his lap once again.
"No, baby, I'm not guiding you. Move on your own," he added as he shook his head when you still didn't move. Oh god, the embarrassment you've been feeling ever since you've stepped inside Soobin's room.
You grab both of his shoulders as you dance above his lap.
"Fuck w-wait, that's --" Yeonjun's hand flew over his mouth to clutch on it, his head lolling back with only a single arm supporting his body.
If there's something Yeonjun considers a weakness, it's when a girl moves in a circular motion on his lap. And you hit the jackpot on your first try.
A few more moves, and he found himself convulsing underneath you. His eyes were blown up when you looked at him. He looked so fucked out. Quickly moving to his side, he also looks down at his lap. You both witnessed how the wetness of his cum stained his sweats. The gray color slowly darkened as the liquid spread out.
You were the one who initiated the kiss this time, giving his pouty lips wet kisses, to which he responded back with a weak hum while he held your face.
Soobin pulled you back over him. "Sorry y/n, can't just stay still and watch you with him." Soobin discarded his shirt on the floor.
"Stop hogging her to yourself, Bin," Yeonjun chuckled at the younger's action and words.
Soobin carefully laid you down on his bed, latching his mouth on your boob, while he gently massaged the other one.
"Move over a bit, baby, need to feel you," Yeonjun lays down on his side beside you, flipping you to turn sideways. Soobin was still sucking on your chest while he moans out his hunger for you.
The pouty guy hugs your waist, littering love bites on your neck. Leaving splotchy red marks all over your nape and shoulder.
You never thought about having an active sexual life, given that you're too busy and focused on making ends meet. Let alone having two guys at the same time.
The tall guy in front of you leaves the same thing around your cleavage while he humps on your thigh. His shaft feels heavy on your skin.
Yeonjun's hand trails down your waist to your clitoral area, rubbing in a circular motion to hear you whimper his name.
"Y-yeonjun," you whimpered under your breath.
"I'm here, focus," your hips jerked when he slowly slid his finger inside your pussy only to pull it out again.
"Bin, wanna stretch her out? I want to feel her already," he grunts. The taller male complied, he scooted up and raised your leg.
"So wet, damn," he dipped his fingers inside you, and just like Yeonjun, he quickly drew it back, giving his fingers a lick to taste you.
"She's sweet, hyung, holy shit. But as much as I want to taste you, I also want to feel you around me, y/n."
The first stretch felt like your body was being torn apart. You quickly lean your head toward Yeonjun, and your hand reaches back. Fingers tangled on his blonde hair as you give it a pull, mouth agape at how big Soobin feels inside.
"So wet 'n tight," Soobin grunts as he keeps on pushing inside you.
"H-hurts! S-soob, it h-hurts!" you cried out as you reached for him, clawing his chest.
"I'm only h-halfway inside, mmpp!" Soobin winces at the pain from your scratches and how your pussy snuggled his thick cock. He holds your face to drown your moans and cries in his mouth as he quickly pushes inside you.
He pulled away as both of you pants as if you had run a hundred miles.
"Y-you're choking me," Soobin moves a little, making you whimper once more.
"B-bin you're t-too big," you pout.
You felt something poking your entrance once, making you peer over to your back. You were met with Yeonjun's fucked-out gaze.
"Need to feel you," Yeonjun shuts his eyes as he pushes slowly.
"W-wait! I can't! Ahh! Hurts!" You thrashed around, making Soobin moan with the pressure.
"S-stay still, y/n!" Soobin hugs you closer to him, "We will all get hurt, stay still, fuck," his abs clenched with how stimulated he was. He signaled Yeonjun to continue pushing in.
Your mouth latches on Soobin's shoulder, biting on his open skin.
"Fuck!" They shouted in unison. Soobin felt the sting of your teeth sinking into his skin, but he tried to endure it. Yeonjun, on the other hand, felt how tight it was inside you.
The two males stilled for a while. Letting you get used to their sizes. Their shafts aren't a joke. Girthy. Long. Thick. Something that would definitely stretch out a tiny pussy like yours.
"'m sorry, angel, sorry..." Yeonjun whispers while he caresses your waist. Soobin planted kisses on the top of your head, your teeth are no longer sunken in his shoulder. But you felt weak between them. Your small and frail body looks like a paper stuck between two big books.
"B-bin, move. S-slowly please," you pleaded as you looked up at him.
His gaze softens as he looks at you. "Why do you have to beg so prettily? I might cum just looking at you," he says, catching his lower lip between his teeth. He then raised your leg once again and started to move slowly. His grunts, your whimpers, and the squelching sound resonate inside his room.
"Angel, who thought that selling a mere sandwich would end up with you being sandwiched between me and Soobin, hm? So fucking good," Yeonjun grunts as he starts to thrust from behind. "You're so tight, baby, fuck."
Soobin tried his very best to stay as quiet as possible, just letting small yet slutty moans, whines, and whimpers. The friction he felt from your wet pussy and Yeonjun's length at the same time was too much for him. He knows he won't last long, but he silently challenged himself not to cum yet.
"You're so greedy, princess. Look at you taking two cocks at the same time. Greedy and dirty."
"My angel is such a whore. A cock slut," Yeonjun snickers, grunting afterwards when he thrusts again.
"Tight virgin pussy."
Their words made you dizzy. Dizzy enough to unconsciously chant their names alternately. Your hands are flying everywhere, clawing and clutching anything within reach as they litter your body with a lot of red marks.
"Please please please wanna cum, please I wanna cum!"
"Oh, you're asking for permission?" Soobin questioned.
"Fuck, are you into begging, pretty?" Yeonjun grunts behind.
"P-please let me cum, I'm gonna-- please!"
You yelped when you end up squirting because of how they simultaneously thrust inside, making you feel stimulated.
"What a dirty girl, for real," Yeonjun sighs, kissing your shoulder.
"Wanna cum inside her, hyung," Soobin was gripping the plush of your thigh as he continuously thrust.
"N-no! Please! I'm not taking a p-pill!"
"Please baby, we'll take care of you, we promise," Yeonjun's hand wrapped around your neck, his thrusts becoming more sloppy.
"Please, wanna fill you. Wanna fill you so bad with my cum," Soobin's nails dug on your skin as he held your thigh tightly.
Yeonjun's grip on your neck made your mind cloudy, and you nodded at whatever they were saying. Not sure about what you were agreeing to.
"H-hold it, Bin, i-i'm close too."
You were a moaning mess. Dizzy, mind hazy, eyes cloudy. Your body was limping as you felt hot liquid spurting inside you, along with guttural moans and deep grunts coming from the two males.
"Sorry," you heard them apologize and slowly pull out before your eyes flutter.
Maybe this gift could be the best thing you ever receive in your entire life.
And a cleanly wrapped small box was sitting on the edge of Soobin's table.
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15 Minutes
Pair: Scoups x f!reader
Genre: Smut, Concert!Cheol, husband!Cheol, 18+ only (MDNI).
Summary: Despite time constraints, no one is as committed to get you pregnant than Cheol getting ready for a concert.
Warnings: Concert!Cheol, daddy kink, breeding, multiple orgasms, quickie sex, fingering (f. receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe, children), creampie, public sex, marking, wall sex, dirty talk, getting âcaughtâ while having sex
WC: 1.2k
Authorâs Note: may be persuaded to write a part 2 to this. Iâm back to my pussy drunk/breeding kink!Cheol brain rot.
Read part 2 here: Room Service
Smut directly under the cut.
âFUCK!â You gasped as Seungcheol inserted a second finger inside you, pumping it as fast as he did with the first one. You bit your lips harshly to suppress the loud moan begging to come out, but you knew that if you wanted to save face, you had better keep quiet.
âCmon baby, let me hear youâ he said, the tone in his voice perfectly matching the smirk plastered on his face as he pinned you against the wall. You glared at him angrily before squeezing your eyes shut, reveling in the feeling of his fingers expertly massaging your cunt.
When you flew in to visit Cheol on tour and confessed to him you were ready to try for a baby, you already knew heâd be a giddy and horny mess whoâd make sure youâd end your trip pregnant. But you didnât expect just how much he was committed to it, making up excuses to get you alone, dragging you to the closest secluded place he could find and fucking you full of his cum. And thatâs how you ended up in this tiny unused dressing room by the end of the hall. It was bare, save for one set of drawers and a full length mirror to your right. Just yesterday, on day one of the show, he had his way with you right before soundcheck, in the VIP suite on the 3rd level that overlooked the arena.
âYou were so loud yesterday and suddenly now you wanna be quiet?â He taunted, leaving a trail of love bites on your neck
âCheol!â You hissed, âpeople are actually gonna hear over here!â
âSo? everyone already knows iâm trying to get you pregnantâ he said matter of factly, not a single care in the world
âStill!â you wanted to argue more, you really did, but the way his long fingers deliciously curled inside you to graze your most sensitive spot had you bucking your hips and mewling loudly to your husbandâs delight, orgasm immediately hitting you from nowhere.
Seungcheol pressed his palm to your clit as his fingers continued to move in you, coaxing your orgasm for your full pleasure. âSo good for me, babyâ
âScoups!â You heard two loud voices right outside the locked door, one you could make out as Joshuaâs and the other probably a staffâs. Regardless, you froze at the sound, hand immediately clutching onto Cheolâs wrist right by your cunt to still his movements. âVernon just finished with makeup, when Chan finishes, youâre the only one left.â
Much to your horror, Seungcheol replied with a loud âokayâ through the door, confirming to the boys that you were definitely in that room doing exactly what youâre doing
âBe done in 15 minutes!â A stern voice called. Yup, definitely their manager.
âIâm sure he can finish in 10â Joshua laughed loudly before jokingly banging the door once.
Seungcheol rolled his eyes, at the youngerâs tease, âFuck off!â
âMore like fuck her!â
âI will!â He called out just as you heard the steps outside move farther away
âBabe!â You glared at your husband. Your face and ears beet red at the exchange of Cheol and his best friend. Now would really be a good time for the earth to swallow you whole.
A loud whine escaped your throat at the sudden empty feeling when Cheol withdrew his fingers, but before you could even scold him again, his hands were under your thighs to hoist you up against the wall. âSorry baby, but we gotta make this quickâ he rushed before sinking you down on his hard length, your eyes immediately rolling to the back of your head at the intrusion. You werenât even aware he had already undone his pants or stick his dick out, but you couldnât be bothered figuring that out, not when your pussy was trying to fit in your husbandâs huge cock.
There were 2 things you were thankful for at this moment: one, that your husband made you cum a few minutes ago so that the slide of his dick wasnât as painful; and two, his strong and most solid body that kept you secured between him and the wall. God knows your knees wouldnât be able to keep you upright with the way heâs just sheathed himself in you.
Seungcheol was running out of time but he was no quitter, after two slow pumps in, he was thrusting in you at a fast pace, eager to reach his release before he needs to be on the makeup chair and ready for day 2 of their concert.
âFuuuuuuck yeeeeesâ you drawled out as the pain of the stretch had now turned into pleasure only your husband could give.
âCmon baby, give me one more, yeah?â
âY-yes, daddy!â Your dropped your forehead on his shoulder as you searched a way to ground yourself but hearing you call him daddy only had Cheol grow more feral than he already was.
âGonna pump you full like you want, baby. Make you a mommyâ he growled, now bouncing you up and down to meet his thrusts perfectly, the motion hitting your gspot at every hit.
âR-right there, daddy! Ri-ight th-there!â You stammered as Cheol pistoned his hips in you, desperate to have you reach your second high before he does.
You got pressed even tighter to the wall as Seungcheolâs large hand squeezed both your cheeks, turning your head to face the mirror âlook at you, so fucking ruined already and you donât even have my cum yetâ
âDaddy, please!â You moaned in full volume, not at all caring anymore for anyone who can hear you.
âReally want my babies, huh? Donât worry, youâll be overflowing with my cum tonight, darlingâ
You nodded eagerly as you looked at Cheol through the reflection of the mirror. He was right, you looked ruined. You could make out the white ring of your juices that settled on the base of his cock as he impaled your fluttering hole. The hand that was once on your face had now snaked in between you as he pinched your clit hard enough before pressing circles that had the knot in your stomach tightening.
âShit!â You screamed when you felt your orgasm wash over you in immense pleasure, triggering your husbandâs own release to paint your inner walls white.
âOh my gooodâ Seungcheolâs voice shook as he trembled beneath you, head falling backwards at the feeling of your pussyâs tight grip on his cock.
After staying silent a good while, just processing the orgasms you both had, Seungcheol slowly let your feet touch the ground, kissing you softly on your face and your neck, leaving you in a giggly mess as he smoothed down your shirt. When he pulled out of you, he made quick work to tuck his softening member back in his pants. His finger was quick enough to catch the glob of cum that dripped out of you before plugging it back in your cunt, your hands flying to his shoulders to steady yourself.
âNow, now. How am i gonna make you a mommy if you donât keep my cum in you?â He chastised, a devilish grin across his face as he pulled your panties up before licking his finger clean. âyouâll keep it in for daddy, wonât you?â
It wasnât a question, you knew that much. If anything, it was a threat. âY-yesâ you stuttered.
âYes, what?â
âYes, daddy.â you confirmed with doe eyes, squeezing your legs tight as Seungcheol buttoned up your jeans.
âGoodâ Your husband grinned, a hand reaching to the back of your head as he drove you against the wall again, kissing you feverishly âyou better still be full of my cum when i fuck you after the showâ
Your moan at his words were effectively cut off by another loud bang on the door as Joshuaâs fist collided with the hard wood. âCheol! Make up! Now!â
Part 2: Room Service
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Steve going to school in pre-heat bc he is only just now presenting and his parents arent around to tell him whats happening and keep him home. So he goes to school and almost immediately runs into very possessive Alpha Eddie Munson. And Eddie takes one look at this glassy eyed brand new Omega and is like "yup thats mine." Eddie bundles him up into the back of his van where Steve can ride out his pre-heat all safe and snuggled into a pile of Eddie's clothes and blankets.
protective alpha eddie who sweeps freshly presented omega steve off his feet and manages to resist the temptation to ravish him in his vulnerable state is my kink
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Elle have you ever felt the urge to write more swim lessons with the marauders? Iâm not usually much of a âpart 2??â person but when I read that one I thought it was begging for a continuation. No pressure though!! Only if you feel like it, thanks for writing the first one at all :)
wellllllllll, since you asked so nicely (no but I'd literally do anything for you, just name the price - also, this feels like a full circle moment since the first part was absolutely not heavily influence by my love for your EMT!marauders...........)
swim instructor!marauders x fem!reader who learns that praise kinks are a transferrable skill
find part one here!
CW: joking about drowning each other, nerves surrounding learning how to swim, inappropriate jokes because.....well.....you know.
You had left last week's swim lesson (which you had dubbed your latest near death experience) quite certain you would rather just enjoy the white-sand beaches of the Maldives by the waterline.
That is until perhaps the third time someone joked about bringing you a set of water wings, and the second time someone pointed out the horrid tan lines those would leave on your skin.Â
So here you were, sitting on a bench in the posh dressing room of the posh country club that your friendâs fianceâs posh family owned as you waited for the rest of the patronâs to clear out of the pool for your private swim lessons.
Oh God, what if you were expected to compensate them for this too?!Â
You were so consumed in your spiralling - wondering if you could manage to take out a line of credit simply to attend your best friend's wedding - when you heard your name being called into the change room.Â
âYou in there?â You could hear Remus call.
âYup!â You called back; horrified when your voice cracked. âIâm coming.â You added after clearing your throat.
You reluctantly grabbed your towel and hugged it to your chest as you headed towards the pool.
âThere she is!â Sirius called as he spotted you. âOur favourite swimmer!â
âIâve not actually done any swimming yet.â You corrected quietly. Not quietly enough, unfortunately, as the acoustics in this room seemed to carry your words to the black haired swimmer and his bespectacled counterpart across the entire pool.
âYou wonât be able to say that for much longer!â James countered.
Remus apparently noticed the panic look form on your face as he let out a low chuckle. âWeâre staying in the shallow end today, love. Thereâs no need to worry.âÂ
You wanted to be annoyed with him at his incessant use of pet names and endearments, but any ire that may have bubbled in your chest simply vanished when he flashed you a soft, crooked smile.Â
You watched then as James and Sirius launched themselves into the pool without a second thought whilst Remus gently lowered himself into it from the edge.Â
You werenât proud that you had to force yourself to look away from the muscles in his shoulders as they flexed under his weight.Â
âHow tall are you?â Sirius asked then, causing James to gasp dramatically.
âYouâre not supposed to ask a lady that, Pads.â He scolded.Â
âNo.â Sirius countered slowly. âYouâre not supposed to ask them how much they weigh.âÂ
âI donât think youâre supposed to ask them anything to do with numbers; weight, age, height.â James continued.
âAge!? What can you ask them?â Sirius beseeched.
âWould you sods shut up?â Remus grumbled.Â
âRight.â Sirius said then, apparently remembering himself. âI only ask because you should be able to touch the bottom here; why donât you try getting in like Moony did?â
You felt your brows furrow as you looked at Sirius in bemusement. âMoony?â
âThatâs me.â Remus clarified as he let out a sigh of exasperation; you couldnât help but notice the shy blush that took over his face and threatened to spread to his chest at the moniker, however. âHeâs Pads, and James is Prongs. Sometimes. Right now, theyâre sod 1 and sod 2.â
His insult was met with one indignant âoi!â and a retaliatory splash. âBut what Sirius was trying to say was that it would be good practice getting in and out without a gradient; you said the wedding was in the Maldives?â
You nodded in response.Â
âYou may at times only have the edge of a dock or perhaps a small staircase to get into the water; doing this in the shallow end will help train your body not to go into fight or flight mode each time.â
And while that all sounded well and good, you couldnât help but look at the water warily.Â
âCome on.â Sirius encouraged you as he situated himself below you and patted the edge of the pool. âHave a seat, doll.â
You bit back a grumble and did as you were told, sitting on the edge of the pool where Sirius stood between your legs and set his hands on either side of you. âThen you just slide in, and Iâll be here to catch you; got it?âÂ
âIs there gonna be a tattooed bloke in the Maldives to catch me too?â You grumbled to yourself, horrified when Siriusâ bark of laughter alerted you to the fact that you had said that out loud.
âWhy, you looking for a date, doll?â
You have got to stop blurting out every thought that enters your mind, especially around these men.
Instead of dealing with your embarrassment, you figured you may as well just try drowning.
Unfortunately for you, the water was shallow and you were tall enough to touch the bottom and Sirius had caught you, so it looked as though you would just have to deal with your embarrassment like a mature adult.
But fuck that.
So instead, you splashed him.Â
âOh sheâs feisty today.â James commented as Sirius squawked something or other about his hair.
Humour danced behind Remusâ whiskey eyes as he considered you. âThank you for splashing him so I wouldnât have to.â
âWe should invest in some of those spray bottles for when heâs being a pest.â James called over with a smirk.
Whatever qualms Sirius may have had about his hair seemed to dissipate at the prospect of dunking his mate as he lunged for James and forced them both under the water.
You were mortified to realise you had leaned into Remusâ side to avoid getting tangled up in whatever underwater brawl was taking place; only realising your proximity to the tall swim instructor when he placed a placating hand on your back.Â
âThis is actually what weâre going to be practising today.â He explained as his two counterparts emerged from the water with gasping breaths.
âDrowning each other?âÂ
âHolding our breath.â Remus corrected you with a smirk. âThe hope is that you will feel more comfortable in practising if youâre not so worried about what will happen when youâre underwater.â
âWeâre gonna have a cheeky seat at the bottom of the pool!â James explained.
You looked to Remus with what you were sure was a âyouâre kidding me, yeah?â face who simply smiled at you encouragingly.Â
âI thought the purpose of swim lessons was to not end up at the bottom of a pool.â You deadpanned.Â
âThe purpose of swim lessons is to avoid ending up at the bottom of a pool, and knowing how to get back up to the surface when you do.â Sirius offered.
âWeâll just lower ourselves to our knees and-â
âMy favourite position.â Sirius interrupted Remusâ instructions.
âJames?â Remus deadpanned.
âOn it.â James answered quickly as he put Sirius in a headlock and dunked them under the water again.Â
âAs I was saying,â Remus continued without the distraction of the other two, âweâll lower ourselves to our knees, try to count to 10, and then weâll come back up.â
The other two instructors reemerged at the end of Remusâ sentence and you let out a heavy breath. âI donât think I can do this.â You admitted quietly.Â
Any humour and levity seeped from the three men as they circled you protectively.
âNo, hey, of course you can!â James offered, trying to imbue some of his eagerness and enthusiasm onto you as he swiped water away from his eyes.Â
âWhy would she trust you, James? You look like nothing but trouble.â Sirius said haughtily as he tried to re-restrain his hair into an elastic.Â
You were expecting James to squawk in offence, but his face lit up brilliantly as if Sirius had just solved world hunger.
âThatâs it!â
âWhatâs it?â Remus asked warily.
âShe doesnât trust us!â James clarified, which clarified nothing for you at all.Â
âWhat! I- no, thatâs not true. IâŚI do trust you, I just-â
âNo, no. Not like that angel.â James offered. âIâm sure you trust us enough as employees here, but not necessarily enough to willingly put yourself at risk, right?â
You tried to think of an argument.
You couldnât.Â
âOkay, letâs seeâŚoh!â James started as he lowered himself into the water enough that it lapped against his chin. âI was completely broken when my marriage ended, and these two were the only ones who could convince me I wasnât a complete failure.â He offered casually as if he hadnât just dropped a significant amount of lore on a near stranger.Â
âI ran away from home at 16 and Jamesâ family took me in, no questions asked, and have treated me as their own ever since.â Sirius added quickly.Â
Remus let out a sigh as he looked to the other two in faux exasperation. âAnd I was a poor scholarship kid attending an elite and posh prep school, and these two did everything they could to make sure no one made me feel insecure about it.âÂ
âAll this to say, angel; Iâd trust these two with my life, and I think you should too.â James finished.Â
You let out a steadying breath and nodded your head. âOkay.â
âYeah?â Sirius smiled.Â
âYeah, yes; I can do this.â You decided, mostly speaking to yourself.
âHell yeah, you can!â James cheered as he splashed the water, Remus muttering something about him being a giant toddler.Â
âSo, you can plug your nose if youâd like; but try to take a deep breath in, and then whilst youâre under water try letting that air out slowly, okay?â Remus instructed then. You felt more than a little discombobulated with all of his attention focused on you.
Sirius demonstrated and you mimicked his actions which earned you a dramatic round of applause.
âBrilliant! Youâre gonna rock this.â James assured you quickly.
ââCourse she is.â Sirius scoffed as if James had said something rather outlandish. âSheâs been brilliant at everything so far.â
You felt your cheeks heat up near painfully and looked down to the water in hopes that no one noticed you fluster.
Unfortunately for you, it seemed Remus was more observant than you gave him credit for. âYou going to be brilliant for us again today, love?âÂ
You felt like it was your turn to scoff. ââCourse I am.â your inner voice echoed Sirius.Â
ââCourse she is.â James echoed for you; a knowing smirk gracing his lips.
âReady?â Sirius started as he lowered himself to his shoulders.
You nodded and he started to count down.Â
At one, you sucked in a deep breath and plugged your nose before plunging yourself into the pool.
You were too buoyant; your body trying to return to the surface immediately after submerging yourself which left you feeling rather panicky, but you saw Sirius blow out dramatic bubbles and decided to do the same, feeling your body slowly sink to allow you to settle onto your knees.Â
James beamed a smile at you as Remus looked at a stopwatch counting down your seconds.
You realised it wasnât so bad down here - letting the air out of your lungs left you not feeling as if your body was going to burst from the pressure, and it was beautifully quiet. It reminded you how peaceful you found floating to be just the week before.
You felt a gentle tap on your wrist, noticing Remus pointing upwards.
You stood and suddenly, you were horribly aware of how loud an empty pool could be; the sound of water filtering, the large fans in charge of the humidity levels, and the echoing of the great cavernous space left you feeling slightly homesick for the bottom of the pool.
âThat was brilliant!â James cheered as he pulled you roughly into his side.Â
âYou say that as if youâre surprised, Prongs.â Sirius teased gently.Â
âOf course Iâm not surprised, sheâs our brilliant student.â
And instead of an embarrassed flush of your cheeks, you felt a simmering pride settle within your chest.
It appeared that having a praise kink was, indeed, a transferable skill.
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Outlawed*
Summary:Â The fifth and final part to Knockout*
The one where Harry just wants to fight, and you just want to love him.
Word Count: 10k (folks...we made it!)
Content Warning:Â 18+, smut, blood, violence, brief use of a knife, pain kink, size kink
âCherry?â
Instantly, your head lifts. The familiarly warm nickname sewing up the frayed seams of your heart and sending it into a tizzy.
However, instead of the handsome stranger youâve come to miss, you find Owen. Eyebrow raised and expression curious.
With a quick clear of your throat, you pull your attention back. âWhat?â
âCherry,â he repeats, nodding now toward the pastry in front of you. âIs it cherry tonight?â
You look down as well. âOh, uh, yeah. Yup.â
âHm.â His lips press together in thought. âI like the cherry. The way you make it, itâsâŚitâs sweet. But just a bit sour.â
âYup...â
âItâs very good.â
âThanks.â
His hands disappear into his pockets with a short nod of his head. âI know the customers really like it, too. Get comments about it all the time.â
âThatâs good.â
âYou could probably make it every night. If you wanted.â
âYeah. Maybe.â
Thereâs a bit of a tense lull now as you continue rolling the dough, and you notice Owen begin to shift just out of your peripheral. He doesnât normally hover when youâre working, not unless heâs got something heâd like to talk about, and his lingering glances make your insides begin to itch.
So, you raise a brow, and look over. âIs somethingâŚwrong?â
âHm? Oh, no. No, not at all,â he stammers. âI justâŚwanted to check in. See how youâre feeling.â
Curious, you straighten up.âOhâŚwhy?â
âWell, Iâve just noticed how quiet youâve been,â he explains. âAnd I wanted to make sure you were all right.â
âUhâŚyeah. Yeah, Iâm okay. JustâŚtrying to get my work done.â
He steps closer. âI noticed your friend hasnât been coming around as much. The sullen one, with the dark clothes and broody temper?â
And despite everything else, you canât help but smile at the memories. âOh, yeah, wellâŚI donât think heâll be coming by anymore. Donât worry.â
âAh.â A brief pause. âIs it because of Jesse?â
Instantly, you lean back, pulling the rolling pin away from the counter in surprise. âWhat?â
âJesse. The other boy who was in here,â he says. âThe tall, snobby one in the fancy clothes? Kind of annoying?â
âIâŚyeah.â Your lashes flutter. âI guess, I mean. They donât reallyâŚget along. ButâŚitâs probably my fault, too.â
He hums to himself almost contemplatively. âYouâre not back with him, are you? The Jesse one?â
âUhâŚno. Why?â
âI justâŚI donât like him,â he sighs, arms crossing over his apron. âI think heâs trouble, and truth be told, you donât always look that happy when heâs around.â
And you know heâs right, although you are a little surprised that he noticed. âOhâŚwell, no. No, not at all.â
âGood. Good.â He nods again. âHonestly, you can do a lot better than him, darling. Especially considering everything else heâs involved in.â
Now slightly more startled, your head tilts. âWhat do you mean?â
âWellâŚyou know,â he begins, moving even closer before lowering his voice. âI donât want to talk out of turn, and I certainly donât want to scare you, butâŚI imagine you already know a little of what he really does, yeah?â
And even though you should know better than to answer, and even though you have Harryâs stern voice ringing in your ear not to trust himâŚyou nod.
âRight, wellâŚI know how much trouble that might put you in,â he continues. âAnd I know that with the fighting, and the betting, and the outsourcingâŚIâd hate to see you get dragged down with himââ
âWait, what? What outsourcing?â
After a quick glance around the rather empty kitchen, Owen sighs, and murmurs, âLook, I donât know everything, but a few months ago, he approached me with a proposal. He explained about the fights, and about the betting, and said that Iâd be making easy money. That it was a guaranteed win because his fighter never lost.â
And suddenly, the image of Harry in that ring â night after night, hit after hit â paints itself across the forefront of your mind. You lose your breath, chest constricting with the thought of all the pain he endures at Jesseâs hand.
âAnd from what I could tell, he was taking the betting outside of the fights,â he explains. âI donât know where or to how many other people, but he was pretty confident. And truth be told, I started to wonder if heâd maybe rigged it.â
âRigged it? How?â
He shrugs. âIâm not really sure. Maybe he was paying the other fighter to lose or maybe he was paying his fighter extra to make sure he always won. Either way, I said no, and he took his business elsewhere. I think he was afraid of getting caught.â
And it makes sense. Every little detail clicking into place as you recall that night at the match. Jesseâs threat and his insistence on Harryâs win. Harryâs refusal not to play his game.
You straighten up. âRight.â
âLook, I justâŚI donât want to see you get dragged down with him,â Owen finishes softly. âYouâre a good kid, and heâsâŚyou can do better. You can do a lot better than him, and I hope you know that.â
And you do now.
âThanks,â you murmur before placing the rolling pin down. âI know this is a bit last minute, but is there any way I might be able to leave early today? I think I need to go find him.â
âYeah. No problem.â He checks his watch. âJoshuaâs supposed to be coming in soon. I could have him cover for you if youâd like to leave now.â
âReally? Would that be all right?â
âSure. The pies probably wonât be as good as when you make âem, butâŚâ He throws you a smile and you laugh. âDo what you need to do. And if you need any help, just give me a call, okay, darling?â
Nodding quickly, you wipe your hands down the front of your apron before ripping it off. âOf course. Thank you so much, I really appreciate it.â
âAnytime.â
Youâre out the diner door in under two minutes, nearly sprinting to your car as you work out a plan.
Youâre almost positive that outside betting goes against the leagueâs rules (although you wonder if an illegal, underground fighting society even has any rules at all). But especially if it means Jesse ends up making more money on each fight than anyone else actually involved. The fighters included.
And if Jesse truly doesnât want anyone else to know, you might have just found your loophole. A way to get him out of the picture and still keep Harry safe.Â
You arenât sure where to start. Truth be told, you arenât sure what youâll even say. But perhaps you donât have to say much. Perhaps you only need Jesse to know that you know, and heâll take care of the rest.
You head for the one place you know he might be. Your heart aches to call Harry, but without an address, a last name, or a phone number, you donât really have very many options. You can only hope that heâll find you once this is all over.
When you finally make it into the darker part of town, your pulse begins to pound. Slamming against the sides of your ribcage as you pull up to the familiar building and park. Right beside the only other car in the lot.
Itâs not until you step out that you realize who it is.
âWell, well, well,â Jesse calls with a devious smirk, exiting his vehicle as well. âWhat a surprise, sugarplum. Come to watch tonightâs big fight?â
You take in a brave breath and begin toward him. âNo. Iâm here to talk to you.â
His brow raises, but he seems relaxed. In fact, far too relaxed for your liking. âI see. And can I assume this has something to do with your little boytoy?â
âNot quite. But it does have to do with you.â
âAh.â He grins to himself before dramatically gesturing toward the warehouse. âThen, by all means.âÂ
So, with a shallow exhale, you oblige, trailing after him and toward the front door just as you did the other night. Itâs an eerie deja-vu. Â
And perhaps you should feel a bit more nervous than you do, but deep down, you know him. You know that heâs lacking any real emotion or regret, and maybe, that might just give you an edge.
After typing in the passcode, he leads you inside. The once glorious space now dark and empty. Sporting nothing but the large boxing ring and the stunning chandelier.
âIâve gotta be honest, sugarplum, I donât know what you said to himâŚbut it worked,â he begins as you both walk further into the room. âIâve never seen him fight like that before.â
You purse your lips together in an effort to resist screaming at him. âWell, thatâs what you wanted, right?â
âIt is.â He stops near the ring and turns around, leaning on it as he studies you. âAnd I knew youâd come through.â
âGreat. So, youâll leave him alone now, right?â
âAs long as he wins, sure.â
âYou mean, as long as he makes you money.â
His arms cross now, and that smug expression makes you want to slug him. âAs long as he does what he gets paid to do, then there wonât be a problem.â
âRight. And as long as you can keep outsourcing the bets.â
For the first time, he hesitates, that arrogant grin slipping ever-so-slightly as he raises his chin. âExcuse me?â
âOh, Iâm sorry, did I stutter?â You step closer, and you notice him tense. âThe money that you outsource to other bettors. The money that you make â that Harry makes you â on these fights every time he wins.â
His jaw ticks. âYou donât know what youâre talking aboutââ
âNo? You wanna bet on that?â
And you don't think you've ever seen him so livid. Not even on his worst night when you were together, and your insides begin to wrench.
But before he can reply â before he can really do anything â a door opens. Allowing a rather bright stream of light into the warehouse as you and Jesse both reach up to shield your eyes.
And then...you see him.
Harry.
It takes him a moment to understand what heâs really looking at, but you catch the exact second he realizes. The way his face contorts and his fingers curl into his fist.
And you want to explain, want to take back everything you said and tell him the truth, but heâs already speaking up before you can.
âWhat the fuck is this?â he calls, and itâs so very angry. But heâs not talking to you.
Heâs talking to Jesse.
Jesse merely rolls his shoulders back, attempting to settle back into his condescending façade. âNothing that concerns you.â
âNo?â He scoffs. Itâs bitter and full of disdain. âBecause anything you fucking say to her concerns me.â
Your heart skips.
Jesse, however, merely snorts to himself before glancing at you. âItâs a wonder you manage to get anything done on your own.â
Harry instantly strides closer, and you suddenly feel safer. Relieved to be near him again and desperate to feel him. To wrap yourself in his arms and never let go. To make things right.Â
But not once does he look in your direction. Instead keeping his focus on the man near the mat as he approaches. âDonât fucking speak to her that way,â he nearly growls. âIn fact, donât speak to her at all.â
âOr what, hm?â The haughty cadence is back. âDo you really think you have any power outside of this ring?â
âI think I can knock your fucking teeth down your throat anywhere I goddamn please.â
âHow incredibly barbaric.â Jesseâs brow cocks upwards. âIs he like this when he fucks, too?â
This question is directed at you, and no sooner has it left his mouth does Harry suddenly surge forward, grab him by the collar, and slam him back into the ring.
You gasp â or maybe you scream â before Harry removes one hand in order to send it flying straight into Jesseâs nose.
Blood is everywhere. Dripping from Jesseâs mouth, smeared across Harryâs knuckles, splattered along the concrete floor. Â
And you want to intervene. Want to do anything that might make you feel a little less useless, but Harry is delivering the second blow before you can decide.
âYou fuckingââ Punch. ââpieceââ Punch. ââof shit.â Each comment is swimming in vile contempt, his expression livid and incensed.Â
Youâve never seen him this outraged. Didnât even know a person could hold this much resentment, but it sends chills down your spine.
âHarry,â you murmur, taking a tentative step closer. âHarry, waitââ
âAfter everything youâve fucking taken from me,â he sneers in Jesseâs face, âyou wanna take her, too?â
Jesseâs only response is to suck in a large gasp for air that becomes gargled by the blood in his throat, and you feel sick.Â
âHarry,â you try again, grasping onto his other arm in an effort to tug him back. âHarry, wait, thereâs another wayâ"
He brushes you off almost too easily. âAnd nowââ Another hit, this time to Jesseâs stomach. ââyou think she can save you? You think you can use her to get what you fucking want?â
He sends his busted knuckles straight into Jesseâs teeth, and your insides twist.
âHarry, stop,â you plead, yanking on him a bit harder. âI found another way, okay, pleaseââ
âYou fucking thinkâŚIâm gonna let you use her?â he seethes before pulling his arm back for the next hit. âYouâre out of your goddamn mindââ
Without much thought, you suddenly rush around him, and place your hands on his chest. Wedging yourself between the two just before he can land the next strike to Jesseâs jaw.
Itâs stupid and itâs impulsive and itâs rash, but it works. And itâs the only thing that seems to pull him back from that treacherous edge as his eyes find yours and his arm instantly drops.Â
Itâs the first time heâs looked at you in days, and you want to cry. Because heâs staring at you like heâs never seen you before. Void of any emotion or understanding except for the realization that he doesnât want to hurt you.
âHarry,â you whisper, and his name cracks from your throat. âHarry, please, IâŚI found another way. Okay? HeâŚyou donât have to do thisââ
âI know. I want to,â he replies, still rather hostile.
âBut I donât want you to,â you argue. âOkay, I think we can get out of this. Thereâs a way to get him outââ
âI donât want a way. I want to fucking kill him.â
âHarry, youâŚâ You suck in a quick breath and move closer, nearly gluing yourself to his tense frame. âHeâs outsourcing the bets. Heâs stealing money from the fights, okay, and we can get him out.â
He looks surprised for all of a minute before the look suddenly vanishes and he attempts to brush you away. âI donât care. He deserves this.â
âHarry,â you nearly gasp, âif you do this, theyâll kill you. Okay, and I canât lose you. I wonât lose youââ
His features soften, although he still begins to push past you. âYouâll be all rightââ
âStop, just listenâ"
âCherry,â he warns now, âget out of the way.â
âHarry, please, donât do this. You canât do thisâ"
âI donât care. Moveââ
âHarryââ
âCherry, moveââ
âI love you.â
He stops. Seems to freeze right where he stands, but you barrel on. Clutching onto his dark, familiar hoodie as though trying to grab at his heart.
âI love you,â you repeat in a strained whisper. âI love you, and Iâm sorry. Iâm so fucking sorry I lied, IâŚI thought I was protecting you. I thought I was helping, orâŚor doing what was best, but it wasnât â I wasnât. I wasnât, and Iâm sorry.â
He says nothing. Blinks. Doesnât move.
âAnd I love you.â You suck in a shaky breath as the tears fight their way to your waterline. âI love you so much it makes my chest hurt, and I canât lose you, andâŚand please. Please donât do this.â
And youâve never felt so vulnerable or afraid. And not because of his silence, but because youâve never loved anybody the way you love him. And youâll understand if he no longer feels the same or if heâs changed his mind. If he wants to punish you for your lie or for your attempt to say it now.
InsteadâŚhe moves to rest his hands over yours. Keeping them over his heart before dipping downâŚand kissing you.
And it fixes everything. Absolutely everything. Because itâs perfect and familiar and so incredibly Harry.
And youâve missed him.
You feel an arm slowly snaking around your lower stomach, and you begin to smirk against his lips before you realize who the arm really belongs to.
It yanks you back, ripping you away from the man you love until youâre cemented against Jesseâs chest.
Something cold and sharp is settled against your throat, and you take in a quick gasp for air.Â
Harry attempts to remain calm as heâs forced to watch, but you can see the edges of his sanity coming loose. Jaw clenching, teeth gritting, brows furrowing. His shoulders are tense beneath his sweatshirt, his hands are balling into fists, and his head is cocking to the side like heâs debating whether or not to lunge.
Jesse merely laughs in your ear. âThis is so fucking pathetic. And so goddamn clichĂŠ, sugarplum. Is this really what you want? Him?â
You squirm a bit in his hold, and Harry takes a brave step forward. But almost instantly, the blade of the knife begins to press further into the soft skin of your throat, immediately forcing Harry back with a dark scowl.
âEasy,â Jesse warns as you both go still. âCome on, now, I think you both know better than that.â
âJess,â you pant, reaching for his wrist. âJesse, pleaseââ
âItâs so simple,â he continues, ignoring your attempt. âSo fucking simple. Just win the match. Win the goddamn match and you get to go home."
âI donât fucking care. Let her go,â Harry seethes. âThis isnât about herââ
âExcept that it is.â Jesseâs smirk widens. âOf course it is. You wanted to leave to protect her, so you will stay to protect her. You made it about her, dear Harold. Iâm only following your lead.â
Something shifts now in Harryâs expression, and it nearly ruins you. He looksâŚlost. So very lost and helpless. Like heâs not sure what heâs supposed to do without you.
Jesse presses his nose to the side of your cheek, and you feel the warm blood smear across your skin. âSo, if you wanna take this away from me, then I have no problem returning the favor.â
The knife is pulled taut to the curve of your throat, and you hiss, making Harryâs face pale.
And when his eyes finally flitter to yours, you realize what you have to do.
âHarry,â you whisper, nodding once. Subtle enough to go unnoticed by the man behind you before you smile gently. âItâs okay.â
Youâre not sure he truly understands, but you suppose it doesnât matter. He will soon.
So, you slowly lift your arm until you can bend your elbow, only to send it flying straight back into Jesseâs stomach.
Itâs not enough to really harm him. In fact, itâs hardly enough to even surprise him, but it does distract him just enough to loosen his grip on the knife. Giving you the room you need to spin around in his hold and deliver your fist to his face.
The shock of the blow seems to do more than the strike itself. But he goes stumbling back, nevertheless, and the moment his arm has dropped from your waist, Harry steps forward and rips the knife from his hand.Â
Once itâs in his possession, he grabs onto your wrist, and wrangles you behind him.
âDonât everâŚâ he begins, stepping closer until the tip of the sharp blade can rest just beneath Jesseâs jaw, ââŚput your fucking hands on herâŚagain.â
Jesse says nothing. He merely stares through his swollen eyelids and bloodstained lashes.Â
âYouâre no longer Harryâs sponsor,â you add. âAnd youâre no longer a part of the league. Do whatever you have to do to get out. Or weâll do it for you.â
Harry smirks, and you donât think youâve ever seen him so smug.
When Jesse doesnât answer, the weapon is nudged further into his bruised skin, forcing him to suck in a sharp breath as he finally grits, âFine.â
Satisfied with his response, Harry lowers the knife, and steps back just far enough to let Jesse slip by. And the two of you watch as he stumbles toward the door without a single glance before disappearing into the parking lot.
Leaving you both behind.
The moment heâs gone, Harry turns to you, wraps his arms around your waist, and hoists you into the air. Keeping you snug in his embrace while you squeal and fling your arms around his neck for stability.
âOh, thatâs my fucking girl,â he nearly groans, and you laugh. âMâso goddamn proud of you, baby. Never seen something so fucking hot.â
You dip down until you can nuzzle your nose with his. âWell, I learned from the best.â
âYeah? Good.â His grin nearly splits his face. âCan I please take you home now?â
And you nod so quickly, youâre nearly dizzy.
âYes, please.â
âOkay, easy. Easy, sweet girl, deep breath. Iâve got you, yeah? Know it hurts, but itâll be over soon.â
With a sharp exhale, you motion your head up and down, allowing Harry to pull your hand closer in order to continue dabbing the alcohol swab over the torn skin of your knuckles.
His tiny bathroom falls quiet as you sit on the edge of the sink. Him between your legs, attention trained on your bruise. And while the sensation is rather uncomfortable, you donât think youâve ever felt so cared for. SoâŚfulfilled and secure.
And you realize, this is how you were always meant to feel.Â
With him.
âItâs gonna sting for a bit, but Iâm almost done,â he promises, eyes softening when he sees your pained wince. âYouâre being so good for me, Cherry, Iâm so proud of you.â
You pout and it makes him chuckle. âYou made it look so easy.â
âSâcause it wasnât my first time.â He reaches for the gauze. âAnd we already know how I feel about pain.â
With a smirk of your own, you jut your chin toward him. âYeah? And how are you feeling now?â
âNow?â His expression is wicked as he now leans just close enough to ghost his lips over yours. âNowâŚI feel fucking insatiable.â
You waste no time kissing him. In succumbing to his games and his endless teasing. You kiss him, and you donât care if that means he wins, because youâve never needed anyone or anything more.
And heâs so entertained by your desperation. His own bandaged hand finding your cheek as you sigh against his tongue and settle into this moment of adoration.Â
When he pulls back, youâre winded.
He goes back to work dressing your knuckles, wrapping the white gauze around and around until your torn skin is thoroughly protected.
And you watch him as he does this. As he sweeps his thumb gently along the ridges of your hand before bringing it to his mouth in order to leave yet another kiss.
âThere,â he murmurs, trailing his lips across the fibers. âAll better.â
Itâs the most beautiful and romantic thing you think anyone has ever done for you, and your heart lodges in your throat. âHarry?â
âHm?â
ââŚdo you hate me?â
Surprised, he instantly straightens up and leans back. âWhat?â
âDo youâŚdo you hate me? Because of what I did? What I said?â You attempt to ward off the influx of impending tears, but you can already feel the first one slipping free. âDo you think Iâm a horrible person?â
His expression immediately drops as he reaches up to grasp onto your face once more. Thumbs brushing quickly along your warm skin as you sniffle. âCherryâŚI could never hate you. Ever.â
âBut maybe you should,â you whisper. âI hurt you, and I lied to you, andâŚand I donât deserve youââ
âBaby,â he breathes, surging forward to press his forehead to yours in an effort to silence you. âDonât ever fucking say that again, do you hear me? I know exactly why you did it, and I could never be mad at you for that. I was only hurt because I didnât want to lose you. But you were only trying to protect me. I know that.â
âI said I didnât love you,â you nearly croak. âI said I loved him. After everything youâve done for meââ
âYou had to,â he interrupts, and his understanding only hurts more. âCherry, you had to. It was the only way, and I know that. I knew it then, too. Youâve only ever tried to protect me, and I wasnât letting you.â
You grab onto his wrists and vow to never let go.
âAnd itâs not fair that you were put in that position,â he continues. âItâs not fair that you were forced to make that call, and itâs not fair that I dragged you into this. You were expected to choose between somebody youâve known your entire life and somebody you just met. Thatâs not fair, and I never should have made youââ
âIt wasnât a choice,â you hiccup. âIt was never a choice. It was always you.â
Those pretty pink lips pull back into the softest grin youâve ever seen. âYou were trying to save me, sweet girl. I know that, and I will never, ever hate you. I love you.â
I love you. The three best words you could ever hear, and your first sob wracks from your chest as you fling your arms around his neck to kiss him.
He kisses you back, but itâs soft. And sweet. And meant to convey exactly how he truly feels.Â
And it works because this is all youâve ever wanted. Just him, and this moment, and those three words.
âEasy,â he warns through a strained breath. âBaby, carefulââ
âPlease,â is all you pant. âHarry, please, I canâtâŚI canât wait any longer, please.â
And he nearly coos with amusement as he nuzzles his nose under your jaw in order to paint more kisses along your throat. âCanât wait, hm? But what if I want to make this special?â
âIt is. Is specialââ
âCherry,â he chuckles, âitâs all right. Mânot going anywhere. We donât have to rush, all right? Sâbeen a long day and I donât expect anythingââ
âBut I do,â you huff. âIâm ready, I want to. Youâve made me wait long enough.â
He laughs a little louder now, leaning back in order to see you. âIâm just trying to take care of you, sweet girl. We didnât wait this long to throw it away because of him. I want this to be good for you. I want you to be sure that this is really what you want.â
And you appreciate the sentiment more than youâll ever be able to explain. But right now, there is only one true way you want to spend the rest of this horrid day.
So, you lift your leg and hook it around his hip, pulling him back between your thighs with a pleading look.
In turn, he smirks, fingers returning to your chin with a playful squeeze. âThought I was the insatiable one.â
âWeâll take turns,â you exhale before surging forward to kiss him again. Capturing his lips between your own and savoring the feeling you never thought youâd feel again.
And you can see his resolve crumble. Can see the way his eyes fall shut, the way his chest rises and falls beneath his dark shirt, the way his hands grasp onto your waist to keep you close.
Heâs hungry. Ravenous. Losing the fight before it even begins, but he doesnât seem to mind. Because now â now â he can have you. He can give you exactly what you want, can be exactly who he wants to be for you.
âWhere do you wanna be, baby?â he asks through teasing nips to your neck. âThe bed? The couch? Dâyou wanna go back to your apartment? Might feel more comfortable for youââ
âNo, I donât care,â you interrupt anxiously. âI donât care, I just want you.â
He grins against your throat. âMy greedy girl,â he murmurs, and your stomach flips. âLetâs go to the bed, yeah? Wanna lay you out and see you.â
And you want nothing more than to let him.
Regretfully, he pulls his lips from your skin and steps away, and you feel like you might die without him. But heâs quick to remedy this by taking your hand in order to help you hop down from the sink. Leading you out of the bathroom and through his apartment toward the bedroom.
His apartment isnât what you expected. Although, truth be told, you didnât know what to expect. Itâs a bit bigger than yours, but thereâs somethingâŚempty about it. Hollow, almost. The furniture is scarce, the colors and dĂŠcor are few and far between. It doesnât even look like anybody lives here, something he pointed out the moment you entered.
âHardly spend any time here,â heâd said as you glanced around. âSâjust a place to sleep, really. Itâs never really felt like a homeâŚuntil you walked through the door.â
And it was wildly cheesy, and perhaps a bit lame, but it was everything.Â
His bedroom doesnât seem to be any different as he leads you inside. The walls are a dark grey, and his bedding is a similarly dark shade. Heâs got one chair and one dresser. Itâs quite clean, all things considered. No clothes lying on the floor or towels slung over the closet door.Â
Itâs so veryâŚHarry.
âSorry,â he mumbles as your eyes flicker about the room. âKnow itâs not very romantic.â
But you merely grin as you shake your head and grasp onto his hand. âAre you kidding? Itâs perfect.â
His brow cocks up. âYeah?â
âYeah.â You drag him toward the mattress before plopping down rather contently. âItâs so you. And I love that.â
And he only smiles before chasing after you and wrangling you into his arms.
Itâs a faster dance from there. His hands and lips are everywhere they can reach. Slipping up the backs of your legs, ghosting over the curve of your hips, pulling at the zipper on your dress.
You merely settle in his embrace and allow him to take whatever heâd like. To touch and kiss each lingering thought away until all you know is him.
Heâs careful but practiced. Treating you with the same adoration and gentle precision as he always has. And youâre so very thankful to feel so safe in his arms. A kind of security you werenât sure youâd ever find in a partner the way you have him.
With anyone else youâve ever been with, sex has always been transactional. A means to an end. This thing that you do to get off and nothing more. And despite your submissive preferences, there have been times when you truly felt powerless to your partner. SimplyâŚthere. Until they decided they no longer needed you.
But HarryâŚ
He looks at you like your body is sacred. Like heâs undeserving of being so close to you. Of getting to touch you, hold you, feel you. Completely in-tune to every noise you make and every flutter of your lashes. Constantly on guard for your enjoyment and consent so he never goes any further than you want him to.
But you know, undoubtedly, that no matter how far he goesâŚitâll never be enough.
You want his everything. His all. Anything heâs willing to offer, and you imagine you feel about as grateful as he looks to be here with him like this. To witness this kind of tender reverence.
He settles onto his back and pulls you on top. Placing you in a straddle over his waist until he can gaze up at you. âYou okay, Cherry?â
You nod quickly â breathlessly â before resting your hands on his chest to brace yourself. âJust excited.â
His smile is boyish and charming, showcasing that familiar dimple that makes your cheeks warm. âGood. Want you to be.â He rubs soft circles into your hip before his brows furrow. âYâknow what I just realized?â
âHm?â
âI still donât know your name.â
And despite it allâŚyou laugh. âIâll tell you on one condition.â
âYeah? And whatâs that?â
You smirk. âI still want to be your Cherry.â
He chuckles as he squeezes your sides and drags you closer. âOh, baby,â he murmurs as you dip down to kiss him. âAlways.â
With a soft smile, you trail your lips from his cheek to his ear, whispering the forbidden name almost timidly.
And to your surprise, he only grins wider. âThatâs beautiful, sweet girl. Sâperfect, too. Pretty name for a pretty girl.â
You feel the blood rush to your face as you bury your lips against his throat and gently tug at his skin. âOkay, all right.â
âI mean it,â he insists, palm slipping around the back of your neck to tug you back out. âCherry, youâre beautiful. I donât say it to say it. I look at youâŚand I feel like I canât breathe.â
And maybe they are just words. Maybe theyâre meant to make your insides twist and make your heart swoon. To be romantic and suave.
But you believe him. Because you can see in his eye just how much he means it. Can feel it in your stomach that heâs never been as honest as he is right now.
Further proving that everything in your lifeâŚhas led you to him. Every decision, every regret, every mistake. It brought you right here, to this moment, in his arms.Â
You donât waste any time on replies or longing looks. You kiss him, and you resume this frantic dance, and you beg him to make things better. To ease this ache in your stomach as well as your heart.
So, he does.
Nimble fingers pull at the zipper along your side, loosening your uniform until he can guide it up and over your head. Only stopping once to whisper, âSâthis okay, baby? Can I see you?â
You nod almost impatiently. âYes, yeah. Whatever you want, promise.â
âHm. Careful what you wish for, sweet girl,â he hums warningly. âOr I might just take you up on that.â
The moment your frame is revealed to him, he nearly groans. Allowing his hands to smooth up and down your shivering silhouette as you anxiously wait for more.
However, instead of allowing him the time to indulge in your body, you begin to tug at his sweatshirt. Silently requesting he reveal himself to you, too.
He smirks. âAll right, hold on.â
He barely has a chance to sit up before youâre reaching for his hem in a desperate attempt to remove it. Making him chuckle as he grabs onto his collar before swiftly pulling it over his head.Â
And you nearly sigh. Because heâs so ethereal to look at. Every ridge, and tattoo, and scar. The way he breathes, the way he flexes. You canât help but reach for him, skimming your fingers down the dips and curves of his toned chest and stomach almost reverently as a breath catches in your throat.
And he lets you. Studying you closely while you study your hand. A moment of silence passing before he mumbles, âBaby?â
âHm?â
He reaches up to tuck a bit of hair behind your ear. âMâgonna have to stretch you a bit before we start, okay? Donât want to hurt you.â
âOkay,â you answer almost too quickly. âThatâs fine. Iâm not worried.â
He seems amused. âI know youâre not, but I am. You know Iâd never want to hurt you. And I just want to make sure we go at a pace youâre comfortable with.â
Thereâs an odd sort of fluttering in your chest as you scoot closer and slip your fingers into the curls on his neck. Stroking his roots in an attempt to soothe him. âIâm okay with any pace as long as itâs you.â
âPromise?â
You nudge your nose against his. âPromise.â
Finally, he seems satisfied. âOkay, sweet girl. Then can you lay down for me?â
Youâre on your back before he can even finish the question, attempting to intertwine your fingers with his and drag him along with you.
âCherry,â he laughs again, and the sound is like music. An orchestra of joy and infatuation that you can feel all the way down in your toes. âCanât be that greedy, can you?â
âI can,â you pant, hips bucking up as he reaches for the silk around your waist. âJust pleaseâŚâ
âPlease,â he repeats thoughtfully, pulling his focus to the material heâs slipping down your legs. âYou really are my sweet girl, hm?â
Another nod. âMhm.â
âGuess I have made you wait, yeah?â He discards of the delicate panties before smoothing his palm up the inside of your thigh. âMade you sit and be good?â
âHarryâŚâ
âAnd you have been,â he muses, ignoring your mewling. âBeen so good for me. Think I need to show you how proud I am. And apologize for being so mean to you. For making you go so long without.â
He moves to settle between your parted legs, one hand beside your head to brace himself while the other travels down the expanse of your stomach. Calming the trembling skin and leaving goosebumps behind until he reaches what heâs looking for.
He looks at your face first. Examines your expression and the flutter of your lashes. Stilling just long enough to listen to you breathe. âItâs okay, Cher. Iâve got you.â
You run your fingers through his hair and smile. âI know.â
His thumb is the first thing that finds you. Ghosting gently over your clit and down in order to prepare you. Ease you into the sensation.
You take in a satisfied inhale that melts into a whimper and he grins.
Pushing through your folds, he slows when he finds your arousal. Glancing down to see it for himself. âSo warm, baby. Missed this.â
âMissed you,â you nearly whine, and he seems pleased.
The tip of his digit pushes in just far enough to tease you but not enough to satiate you. Leaving a rather hollow feeling in your stomach the moment he pulls back out.
You just about slump into the mattress. âHarryâŚâ
âMâjust trying to be gentle,â he says. âAnd I wanna take my time. Wanna really feel you. Remember this moment.â
Your heart swells. âHow oddly sentimental of you.â
He shrugs before pushing the finger back inside. âMaybe you just bring it out of me.â
Your back instantly arches from the bed when he reaches his knuckle. And the gratified look he wears seems to worsen this untamable ache.
âThere you go,â he coos. âSee? Oneâs not so bad.â
His pace is slow to begin. Torturous in a sense, but he knows that. He wants to work you up, make you squirm. Have your pleas falling from your tongue like water from the sky.
And of course it works, it always does. You werenât sure what else you expected, but as he continues this steady rhythm, you feel your sanity slowly begin to come undone until you only have one choice.
âHarryâŚHarry, please, canâtâŚcanâtââ
âWhat, sweet girl? Need more?â
Your head quickly motions up and down. âPleaseâŚâ
âAll right.â He pulls back before going again, this time with a stretch a bit more prominent. âKnow you can handle two, yeah?â
And heâs right, you can, but that doesnât mean it doesnât nearly ruin you to do so. Because while two is decidedly much better than one, itâs still not nearly enough. And more importantly, itâs not the one thing you really need.
You pull harder on his hair while you writhe beneath him. Eyelids growing heavy as the sound of his fingers driving into your pussy grows louder. âHarry, pleaseââ
âShh.â He dips down and trails his lips along your cheek. âGotta let me do this, baby. Just a bit longer, yeah?â
âCanâtâŚcanât waitââ
âYes, you can.â His tone is firm but kind. Encouraging. âKnow you can. Let me make you feel good.â
He begins to go faster. Thrusting into your cunt until your pulse is racing at about the same speed.Â
And heâs beautiful. Heâs so goddamn beautiful, it makes you dizzy. Hovered over you on the bed, muscles flexing with each roll of his arm. Thereâs a soft glow behind his head from the light of his window, illuminating his curls like a halo.
Itâs rather fitting, you realize. After all, he is your guardian angel.
âBreathe,â he instructs, kissing down the curve of your throat before finding your chest. âAlmost done, yeah? Doing so good for me, look so pretty taking my fingers. Know youâre gonna be so beautiful taking my cock, hm?â
Again, he dangles the image right in front of you, only to take it away before it can fully render. âHarââ
âShh,â he says again, mouthing at the swell of your breast thatâs being pushed up out of your bra. âGonna give you another. Want you to be still for me, okay?â
With a rather disappointed huff, you oblige, watching as he scoots back just far enough to get a better visual.
Three fingers brings you to the gates of heaven. As does that look in his eye when he sees the way your pussy stretches around the larger digits.Â
You can quite literally see the groan leave his body as he stares at you, lips parting in mesmerized bliss.
âYou okay?â he manages to ask through a strained exhale.
âYes,â you pant. âCan take more, I promise.â
âMore, hm?â
âYesâŚyes, pleaseâŚâ
He only hums.
Seconds go by before youâre gasping for air. Nails scraping down his scalp in desperation as he works you open. Heâs incredibly focused, proud of the work heâs doing, and of the way your body bends to his will.
âThere we go,â he praises softly. âJust like that. So fucking wet, sweet girl. Know it must ache.â
âIt doesâŚit does, Harry, pleaseââ
âGot an itch you canât scratch, yeah? Need me to reach it for you. Need me to fix it.â
âPleaseâŚâ
âAlmost, baby, almost.âÂ
You feel the fourth begin to push in and you suck in a sharp breath.
He stops. âItâs okay,â he murmurs soothingly. âGonna take me like a good girl. Already doing so good, just a little more. Relax for me.â
You do your best to obey, allowing your limbs to fall limp beside you, despite the tightening of the coil in your stomach.
Even still, it works just enough to allow him more room. Slipping in the added digit until you see stars.
The pumping is loud and driven. Truly an exercise in restraint â for both of you â as the pace begins to quicken and the noises begin to increase.
Then, he brings his other hand into play, and brushes his thumb over your clit.
And you donât mean to â you didnât even realize you were so close â but you cum suddenly and with a rather lewd moan that makes his eyelids flutter.
âThere,â he whispers, as though entranced. âThere we go, good fucking girl.â
You canât seem to get enough air in your lungs as you come down. And Harry chooses not to help as he finally removes both handsâŚand begins to pull you apart.
He exposes your clit to the colder air in order to dip down and ghost his mouth across the top. Releasing a warmer breath that sends chills straight down to your toes, making you squirm rather violently.
âHarâŚHarââ you gasp, fisting the blanket below. âPlease, canâtâŚcanâtââ
âJust wanna look at it,â he says simply. âSâso prettyââ
âHarry,â you whimper, writhing beneath his hold. âHarry, this is mean.â
âMean, hm?â He smirks now and you want to die. âWell, I donât wanna be mean, baby. Wanna be good for you, just like you are for me.â
You choose to take this as a sign to continue, sitting up just enough to reach for his belt and begin to tug it undone.
He laughs now, glancing down at your frantic fumbling with a knowing grin. âCherryââ
âNo,â you huff. âNo, itâs my turn.â
To your surprise, he only hums. âGo ahead, then.â
You do, yanking the belt through each loop before tossing it aside and moving for his zipper. You donât imagine youâve ever worked so fast or so hard for something (specifically a cock) in your life.
The moment heâs able to wrangle his dark jeans down his legs, youâre dragging him back down. Ignoring his protests and his reminder that he still has one article of clothing left.
Instead, you work on ridding yourself of your own, unhooking your bra and tossing it into the same pile as his boxers.
And now, as you both settle into your nakedness together, every imperfection on display, you realize youâve never been more content. Because baring your heart to him was far more vulnerable than baring your skin.
And because this is where you were always meant to be.
âOkay, baby, mâgonna start slow,â he repeats yet again, and you nod. âJust tell me if you want me to stop or slow down, yeah?â
âYeah,â you nearly whine. âI will, I swear.â
âGood. AndâŚshit, a condom, do youâŚdo you have a preferenceââ
âPill,â you pant. âIâm on the pill, just go.â
âAre you suââ
âYes, please. I need to feel you, Harry, pleaseâŚplease.â
âOkay, all right.â He takes hold of your hips and positions you where he wants you before settling between your thighs. âDeep breath, okay? Just keep your eyes on me, Iâve got you.â
Another nod â quicker, more frenzied.
He takes hold of his cock and your eyes nearly roll back. It looks so beautiful in his hand. Just as stunning as you remember, and even though you never imagined youâd find one so appealing, your mouth seems to water.
Your leg hooks around his hip, subtly urging him closer, and he obliges. Giving himself a tug or two before gently trailing the tip down your aching cunt.
He moves up and down to collect a bit of your arousal before he finds your hole and slowly begins to push inside. Sinking in about half an inch before checking with you.
You nearly scream. âItâs okay. Itâs okay, keep going.â
âAre you suââ
âYes.â
His mouth curls up into a knowing grin as he continues. Allowing his cock to slip even further into your waiting pussy while your walls slowly stretch open to accommodate him.
And youâre hardly afforded the chance to enjoy this newer sensation before he suddenly dips down to kiss you. Perhaps an attempt at distraction, although itâs hardly needed. Because now you arenât sure what to focus on, what feeling to indulge in. From his lips, to his cock, to the way your stomach nearly caves in on itself.Â
âFucking shit, baby,â he groans against your tongue. âShit, youâre so tightâŚfeels so goodââ
âI know,â you agree. âGod, please donât stopââ
âNo. Never.â He sinks in a bit further and you dig your teeth into his bottom lip. âMâalmost there, you still all right?â
âYesâŚyeah, Iâm perfect. Perfect, promiseââ
âThatâs my girl,â he nearly seethes before he suddenly drives forward, sheathing himself all the way.
You both still the moment heâs fully inside, his face now disappearing into your shoulder as though to brace himself.
And you wrap your arms around his shoulders in a desperate attempt not to let go. Allowing your body the time it needs to understand this new intrusion and find pleasure with it.
When it finally happens, the stars align.
âOkay,â you pant, gently scratching at his back to garner his attention. âOkay, go.â
âYeah?â
âMhm. Need more, Har, please.â
He pulls his hips back and the whimper you release is almost feral. But it seems to do wonders for him, because his expression twists into something desperate, and you feel your chest implode.
He settles into a soft, slow pace. In and out, in and out, in synchronicity with your eager pants for more.
And thereâs too much happening all at once. Too much to watch, too much to take pleasure in.Â
The curls that drip down his forehead, the way his body looks as it connects with yours, the feel of his mouth going down your chest.
Heâs everywhere all at once and somehow, itâs still not enough.
âTaste so fucking good,â he mumbles, seemingly to himself. âCould taste you forever.â
He takes your tit into his mouth, tongue flicking at the pebbled skin before nipping at it gently.
You keen, arching from the bed until you nearly knock into him. âHarââ
He hums around your nipple, and you almost cry with frustration and pleasure.
Everything feels slow. Almost too slow but thereâs something tender there. Heâs not trying to fuck you, heâs trying to feel you. To mold your body to his and itâs rather effective. Because the way you crave him feels like heaven and hell all in the same second.Â
âHarry,â you whisper, practically deranged as you drag your hands down his chest. Nails tracing patterns down the tattoos across his abdomen. âPleaseâŚâ
The noise he makes in response to your scratching is almost animalistic in nature, and you nearly flinch as you quickly lower your arms. Upset to have caused him any pain.
âNo,â he groans, lifting up to nudge his nose under your jaw. âNo, donât stop. Keep going.â
âWhat?â
âKeepâŚshitââ His rhythm falters and you can almost feel the way his dick seems to twitch. âKeep going, sâokay. Want you to scratch me. Want you to hurt me, baby.â
And somehow, this reminder of his pain kink feels almost like a blessing. âYeah?â
He nods faintly before attempting to resume his pace, and you happily take the lead.
Your fingers hesitantly return to his broad torso. Delicately tracing the muscles as they roll beneath your touch until you gingerly begin to press in. The sharp edge of your nails dancing across the expanse of his already torn skin.
In turn, he releases a strained noise that becomes lost beneath the grateful kisses to your collarbone. And you realize how much he truly enjoys it.
He gives you complete control of his body, of his pleasure. Because the harder you scratch at his scars, the more urgent his thrusts become. Until the sounds echoing around the room begin to echo between your ears. And the slapping of his hips into yours is inescapable.
âFeels so good, Har,â you nearly cry, lifting up just enough to kiss him quickly. âYouâre so good to me. Always.â
âShit.â His eyes about roll back before thereâs a sharp snap of his cock into your eager cunt. âAlways gonna take care of you. Promiseââ
âI know,â you sigh. âI know, I love you.â
You say it now, and suddenly, everything changes.
It doesnât matter if heâs heard you say it before or if he already knows because the look in his eye nearly guts you.Â
Heâs soâŚhappy. So incredibly happy and endlessly enchanted that he begins to grin. âYou love me,â he repeats. Not a question.
You smile as well, and the sentiment seems to explode out of you. âI love you.â
And itâs perfect, this moment. This connection of two bodies and two souls into one. The way you stumbled through the dark until you found each other, and it makes sense. Everything makes sense now with him. Clarity in the truest form.
âI love you,â he echoes, and he means it. You can feel it in every thrust, every syllable, every brush of his lips against yours. âI fucking love you, Cherryââ
âPlease,â you gasp, leg dropping to the bed while your arms follow suit. âHar, pleaseââ
âGonna cum for me again?â He begins to go faster, chasing after your orgasm. âLet me feel you around my cock, sweet girl, come on. Already feel so goodââ
âCanâtâŚcanâtââ
âCanât what, hm? Canât hold it?â Itâs almost sadistic the way he speaks, but you know heâs merely enamored. âI know. I know, itâs okay. You can cum for me, donât have to wait. Promise I wonât be mad.â
You arenât sure what youâre about to do, all you know is that you never want this feeling to end. This moment, this security. You just want to touch him, and look at him, and taste him for the rest of your life.Â
He interrupts your silence as a request for something more, and he offers it in the form of his dominance.
He takes hold of your wrist and hoists it above your head, pinning it to the mattress before settling his weight atop your chest. Trapping you beneath him until you have no other choice but to indulge in everything he has to give.
And you do.
âSweet little cunt is all mine, isnât it?â he purrs, teeth nipping below your ear as his fingers intertwine with yours. Holding your hand as he keeps it caged to the bed. âSpent all this time just waiting for me, didnât you?â
âYesâŚyes, fuck, Harryââ
âYou were so patient. So good.â Heâs growing more determined â sloppy â and your head begins to spin. âGod, but you just needed me, yeah? Needed me to make it betterââ
âBetter,â you repeat almost mindlessly.
âNeeded me to erase himââ
âPleaseââ
âLeave my mark. My fucking markââ
âHarryââ
âYou were never his,â he grits, and you arenât sure who heâs really trying to convince. âYou were never fucking his, you were always mine. And he knew itââ
âShit, I canâtâŚcanâtâ"
His other thumb moves for your clit and you feel tears fill your eyes. âYes, you can. Know you can, baby, and you will. Always do so good for me, gonna take my cum, arenât youââ
Thereâs a strain on your muscles from the way theyâre being stretched above your head, but you realize thereâs something satisfying about the subtle pull. And when itâs coupled with a firm pinch of the sensitive nerves between the rough pads of his fingers, you start to lose it.
âThere â shit â there you go,â he inhales, glancing over your face before watching the way his cock slips in and out of your pussy. Dripping in your arousal and smearing across your thighs. âTake me, just like that. Feels so fucking good, sweet girl, keep goingâŚkeepââ
You cry out and writhe helplessly beneath him. Pulling your arms from out of his hold in order to sling them around his neck and cement yourself to his chest.
And you have no choice but to succumb to the pleasure before you feel him follow.
âFuckââ He surges forward, burying himself in you completely, moans melting into your feverish skin as you cling to each other. âShitâŚI love you. I really fucking love you, Cherry.â
You smile lazily before bringing his mouth to yours. âI love you, too.â
He kisses you. All through the moment and then some. Until the sun has disappeared and the moon has been hung between the stars.
And you know that you have never been happier than you are in this moment, right now.
Just you, and him, and a pussy full of cum.
âDarling, we've got some at table six, could you go check on âem?â
With a quick nod of your head, you readjust your apron, and grab the notepad Owen is sliding toward you before slipping from the kitchen.Â
You find the eager customers waiting just beside the counter and take their order with a charming grin and a promise to slip them some leftover pie.
The diner isnât too busy tonight, and youâre grateful. Now that youâre on dessert duty, you spend a majority of your shifts working on new recipes and finalizing the specials for the coming week.
Truth be told, you rather enjoy this new task. It keeps your mind occupied and your thoughts from drifting.
And baking is your happy place. Your sense of calm amidst a sea of uncertainty, almost rivaling your own true source of serenity.
Harry.
Once youâve returned to the kitchen, you sneak a glance at the clock. 12:06 A.M. He should be here soon. Probably tired. Perhaps a bit stressed. Hopefully no worse for wear than usual.
Fight nights always tend to leave you on edge. You know heâs more than capable of taking care of himself, but you canât help but worry. Itâs what you do best.
Still, youâre happy for him. Because while pies are your happy place, the boxing ring is his. Heâs only ever wanted to fight â to make money, channel his anger into something good. And perhaps itâs not a sustainable lifestyle, but for right now, itâs what he wants to do.
And you respect his choice. Youâll respect any choice he makes, as long as heâs the one making it. Instead of it being made for him.
Besides, without Jesse there, you find that Harry tends to have a lot more fun. He leaves the fights with a busted lip but a bright smile, and it makes your heart swell until it feels as though thereâs no more room in your chest.
Last you heard, Jesse left town. Harry refused to tell you what really went down at the club once the other members found out, but you decided that was probably for the best. No matter what fond memories you still have of your childhood friend, heâs not who he used to be. And you wonât ever be able to change that.
But for the first time in a long timeâŚyouâre okay with that.
The clock continues to tick the seconds away, and with each passing one, you grow a tad more anxious. Your guardian angel is late. At least by a few minutes, and you scurry about the diner as your thoughts race about a mile a moment.
And then, just as youâre readjusting the cake stands and tidying up the dessert display, you see it.
Your not-so-strange stranger is here.
Heâs sitting in his favorite booth, fifth one down from the first row, directly next to the window.
Heâs got his usual hoodie pulled over his head, obscuring any view of his face. His clothes are dark and seem to cover nearly every inch of his skin. His knuckles are wrapped in that familiar, white gauze, and are stained with streaks of red.
But heâs looking down. Staring at the menu on the table as though he doesnât order the exact same thing every time.
And you grin wider than you have all day.
âHi, Cherry,â he calls the moment his head lifts, allowing you a better look at his stunningly damaged face as you scurry closer. âMissed you.â
âI missed you, too,â you nearly giggle, slipping off your apron before sliding into the seat across from him. âHow was it?â
âEasy,â he snorts, but thereâs a sparkle in his eye. âAnd I have good news.â
âOh?â
âMâoff for the next few days. Thought you could come overâŚand not leave.â
You laugh as you reach across the table to take his hand in yours. âI like the sound of that.â
âYeah? Good.â He glances down at your interlocked fingers almost fondly. âHey, you know what I just realized?â
âWhat?â
Now, a mischievous expression begins to form. âI never introduced myself.â
And for some reasonâŚyou canât help but laugh.
âSo,â he begins, rather charmingly as he raises your hand in order to shake it formally, âhi.â
And you really fucking love him.
âIâm Harry Styles.â
I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'RE AT THE END!! This has been such a fun story, and SUCH a wild ride that I feel very lucky to have gotten to take with so many incredibly wonderful people!!
Thank you so much to everyone who's followed along and left the nicest comments or notes!! I cannot tell you what it means to me!!
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love's perfect ache
Summary: Your husband wants nothing more than to love you breathless.
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader
Warnings: smut! Matt is a soft dom (that alone deserves a warning); fingering, multiple orgasms (one somewhat forced but it is not non-con); dirty talk
A/N: Holy shit. So. A lot of things have happened since I last posted. Some of these things include but are not limited to
a) I have been seeing someone romantically for a year and four months
b) I'm graduating with my Bachelor's Degree in Education in May.
c) I've been Student Teaching full time in order to graduate, so I haven't been able to write.
However, these last three days have given me a spark of madness. I first started this draft a little less than a year ago, and only now have I finished it.
This fic is based off of... personal experience. ;) I hope you like it.
The clatter of plates and silverware jumps through the apartment. The smell of shrimp scampi still lingers in the air, though the windows have been opened and the leftovers have been put in the fridge.
Matt leans his arm over the back of the couch as he sits down, relaxing into his seat. A small part of him wants to go back to you, the remarkable woman behind him who had insisted on doing the dishes and taking care of the leftovers yourself. âGo sit and be handsome,â youâd said, kissing his shoulder. âI can manage it.â
Oh, you.
You never like asking for help, or accepting it when it is given. Not that you think youâre above it, but because you donât want to trouble anyone else with anything.
He doesnât love that, but he loves you.
âOh, sweetheart,â he breathes, toying with the ring on his finger.
âYeah?â you ask from behind the counter.
âMm, nothing,â he mutters. âWas just thinking âbout you.â
The hum of amusement you give him is a common little sound. One of quiet acknowledgement. Itâs almost like youâre numb to what heâs telling you.
Selfless, as always.
The sound reminds him of more intimate times between you two. Sighs, moans, squeaks, breathless laughs and barely audible whines. All from you. And then, he thinks of what you say to him sometimes, when he offers to do certain things.
âItâs alright, baby, you donât have to.â
âI donât need to finish. Itâs okay. Iâm too tired.â
âHoney, Iâm good. I promise. You donât have to do anything.â
Matt snaps back to the current moment. His heart hurts.
In the two years that youâve been married, youâve had a bit of trouble; not only with accepting help or kind words or generous gifts of affection, but with accepting pleasure too, pleasure that Matt so willingly wants to give to you. He knows about that, how you find it difficult to fathom the love he has for you and the ways he wants to express it.
Yes, youâve discussed your kinks and your turn-offs with him. Youâve been intimate, and youâve enjoyed it immensely. But youâve never quite gotten to where he wants you, to where you should be.
You deserve pleasure, and you donât see it.
Mattâs jaw clenches.
âHoney?â he asks. âYou good?â
âYup!â you chirp. âJust putting the last pan away."
âOk.â
Thirty seconds pass. He hears you, in that time, put the last pan into the lazy-susan cabinet and wipe down the counter one last time. Then, you step away from the kitchen and sit next to him on the couch with a sleepy little mumble.
âEverything okay?â Matt asks softly, leaning in to nuzzle into your neck. He leaves a feather-light kiss there.
âYeah,â you sigh. âEverythingâs⌠good.â
âI have an idea,â he mumbles into your skin, his hand trailing up your thigh. âAnd I need to know what you think about it.â
âWhat are you thinking?â you ask, a hint of a smile in your voice.
âWell, I was thinking⌠that we could⌠have some fun.â Matt grins.
You breathe outward, silently, your breath heavy and shuddered, as his lips trail to the back of your neck and he bites into the flesh.
âIâd like that,â you say.
âI wasnât finished. We have some fun⌠but I spend the night just⌠letting you feel everything. I want to make you come, sweetheart. A lot, if Iâm honest.â
He can hear the sharp inhale â quiet but noticeable â and how your heartbeat picks up almost instantly. His grin widens. âI want to spoil you tonight. All I want you to do is lay on the bed and be your beautiful self. Iâll do the rest.â
âI â um â â you stammer, âyou donât have to do that â â
âUh uh.â Matt shakes his head. âNone of that now. I want to do this. You donât see how much you deserve this, honey. What is it that youâre afraid of?â
â âm not afraid⌠justâŚâ
âJust?â
âI donât know.â
âYouâre too damn humble for your own good, you know?â
You shrug.
âBaby, look at me,â Matt says softly. When he knows you have done so, he says, âIf you really donât want to, we donât have to. But Iâve noticed it. I just wanna give my girl what she deserves. Will you let me do that? Even just for tonight?â
It takes a good ten seconds for you to give him the slightest sound of approval. A tiny little âuh huh,â close to a whisper, but he can hear it.
âThatâs my girl,â he says, grinning.
Matt carries you to bed bridal-style, shutting the door behind him with the back of his foot, and sits you on the edge of the bed.
He starts by just kissing you; your lips, your cheeks. Softly, gently, with both hands coming up to your jawline and your neck, thumbs swiping your cheeks and temples.
His affection is always, always welcomed. You have never felt safer than when you are in his arms â those same arms that are often covered in bruises and scratches and blood, those same arms that drop snitches from buildings and punch the daylights out of bad guys. You have never felt safer.
His hands fall down to your chest, your waist, lightly applying pressure or squeezing gently. You're in the warm embrace of someone who could break you, and the fact that he chooses to treat you with such delicate care makes your heart swell and your chest ache with such love â and this turns you on even more.
Matt treasures you. Cherishes you.
He sighs into the kisses he gives. âYou have no idea how much you turn me on,â he says, his voice low. âYou know that?â He moves his head up and kisses your forehead; his lips linger there for a while. âAnd you donât even realize it⌠you donât realize that I get off by making you feel good.â
What Matt has just said to you doesnât register fully until heâs already laid you down onto the bed, gently pushing you down with his right hand. He straddles you, taking his shirt off and throwing it on the floor. âYou beautiful, wonderful, lovely girl.â He leans down, kissing your clothed chest and your stomach before shuffling your pants off of you.
He gets in between your legs, sitting on the bed sideways but still facing you. Youâre wearing black boyshorts, the comfiest pair you own. Mattâs favorite. He likes imagining how the black would look on you, and how the cloth would hug your hips.
His hand gently strokes the crotch of your underwear, the pressure sending sparks up your privates. Itâs so much different, you think, to have someone elseâs hand there rather than your own.
âYou smell so good,â he mutters, in that tone of voice, and you know that heâs not talking about the vanilla eau de parfum you put on every day. No, heâs talking about a different scent you give off.
You flush, embarrassed, crossing your legs and putting your face in your hands. His hand stays where it was, unmoving, between your legs.
A finger moves, right over your clit, and you twitch.
âNone of that,â Matt whispers. âNo hiding today. I want to see your pretty face.â
âYou canât see,â you whimper through your hands.
âWhen has that ever stopped me?â he says, and you know he has that shit-eating grin on his face. âCome on,â he coaxes, âtake your hands off your face.â
You donât move. âMattyâŚâ
âThereâs no need to be embarrassed, sweetie.â A finger moves on your clit again and you gasp. âYouâre so beautiful. Every part of you. Even the parts youâre insecure aboutâŚâ
When you say nothing, he moves his finger again and you twitch at the shock it gives you. âIâm not gonna do anything else until you take your hands off your face,â he says, and you know heâs serious.
Mattâs finger moves for the third time and thatâs when you remove your hands. His little chuckle sends shivers down your back.
âThere,â he says, âthereâs my pretty girl. See? Nothing to be embarrassed about.â
His hand, quick as a bullet, goes into your underwear and cups your pussy, adding pressure again. A strangled sound comes out of you and you cover your mouth. Matt chuckles again, and coos at you, "Aww, what? What's making you so shy? You know I love hearing you."
The teasing is too much now, but you can't seem to get over your shyness. You whimper into your hand, moving your hips to try and get some more friction. It works, but only for a second. Matt immediately notices what you're doing and he draws his hand away again.
"What do you need, baby?"
"Ffffingers."
Matt nods and shuffles you out of your underwear.
Slowly, he puts a finger in you, keeping his eyes lowered and concentrating on your feel, your sounds. The relieved sigh is all he needs, and he stays where he is, knuckle deep inside you. He doesn't move it yet, and instead, he chooses to feel you clench around his finger to no avail.
"So warm," he says, "so warm and wet."
You flush, embarrassed at that. For no reason at all, you've been self-conscious about that part of you, and how it looks, smells, tastes. You turn your head and try to keep yourself away from the praise he's giving you.
Matt tsks. "None of that now. It's beautiful, honey. You're so beautiful."
"M-Matt," you whimper, "no."
"Yes," he says, and starts to move his finger. In and out, slow and steady. The burn and stretch is a welcome one, but you start to feel something else. Almost like a wall, a barrier to your pleasure. You can't come without that wall being torn down.
"Can â can you get the vibrator, please?"
"It's been a while since you've asked for what you want." Matt grins. "That's a good girl, hm? Of course, I can."
He moves, pulling his finger out of you and getting off the bed. He opens the nightstand drawer next to the bed and pulls out a magenta colored vibrator.
Matt gets back on the bed and puts his finger in you again. The wall comes back once he starts moving his finger again, but this time he puts the vibrator in your clit and presses a button. It buzzes to life, only on the lowest setting, but it's enough.
The wall comes down and all you feel is pleasure. You sigh, relieved. The vibrator is a nice distraction from the stretch.
"There you go," Matt says quietly. "Just feel that, honey. I've got you."
I've got you.
The reassurance that Matt gives you is both comforting and sexy. You like being submissive, and you like being taken care of. More than anything, you like being taken care of by the man who made his vows, before God and the world, to be your husband for the rest of your lives.
You melt into the bed as he continues to make love to you. Subspace is setting in and your mind goes fuzzy. You wouldn't normally describe yourself as a pillow princess, but here, right now... you are. And that's what Matt wants.
He smiles, shushes you gently, and this hurls you down into subspace even more. "Such a good girl," he whispers, "always so good to me. Just let me take care of you."
And with that, you're gone. Completely vulnerable, giving yourself over to Matt. And he finds it so lovely. so beautiful, how much you trust him.
"I think what you need is a little more... maybe right here â "
His fingers do something else, they go lower and deeper. Immediately, you feel like you're being punched in the stomach, but the sensation itself is far from painful. You can't stop yourself this time; you moan, a choked sound, and you bury your head to the side and into your pillows. Dear God, if Matt keeps this up, you're not gonna last much longer.
"There," he says, his voice low but filled with warmth, keeping his fingers moving right there, in and out, "that's what you need, hm? I know, honey, I know."
Matt knows you. He knows you, inside and out, body and soul. He knows your laugh, your smile, your voice, your smells. He knows how you moan, how you shiver, twitch and gasp. He knows what makes you tick. He knows how you come, what you need to get there. There's nothing more comforting â or sexy â than that.
You're unbelievably tense - your entire body is stiff, coming close to that edge. Matt can feel it, simply on his fingers, but he can hear it, too: the way your breath hitches and the way your moans increase, both in frequency and in pitch. He can feel your blood flowing, he can hear your heartbeat increase, feel how warm your skin has become. He notices all of these things, and he thinks it's the most beautiful thing in the world. A small part of him is still regretful that he cannot see, but only because... oh, what he wouldn't give to see your face.
"Matty," you whimper, "M-Matty, I'm cc-close. I'm so closeâ"
He loves hearing that desperation in your voice. You're starting to move around, turning and panting, almost in an attempt to get away from the pleasure that's sure to overtake you in a few moments. He can sense how tight your eyes are closed, how dry your mouth has become from all the sounds - oh, the beautiful sounds - that you're making, how tightly your fists are clenched, and where your arms are going. You don't seem to know exactly what to do with your hands. A few times, it looks like you debate whether to hide your face again, but you don't do that.
"M-Matty!"
And he knows, then, that you're peaking, that the orgasm has already begun and you're just on the edge of letting go, letting it completely overtake you. You've given yourself completely to him, and you're at his mercy.
And the Devil of Hell's Kitchen does have mercy, believe it or not.
"Come for me, sweetheart," he whispers, with such gentle fondness and delight that you have no choice but to obey.
You're gone, your body in flames and filled with electric sparks. Fireworks.
The sound that comes from you then is the most beautiful sound Matt has ever heard. He's heard it before, and he will never get tired of it. It's a sound of release, of letting go... a cry of pleasure, almost a guttural scream and a shuddered breath all at once. It's an orgasmic wail or sometimes it is even a period of silence where you are just completely lost in the agonizing ecstasy of it all.
You're coming, and you're coming hard... He always knows what to do or say to make that happen. When he married you, he made a vow to himself to always make you feel like the most satisfied woman in the world. It's always a reward when this happens, when he can hear and feel you like this.
It's a long one, he realizes, because you gasp and shiver and twitch and spasm and cry out in surprise as the waves of pleasure keep rushing over you. He laughs, then, a small amused chuckle that leaves you even more breathless than you already are. Matt delights in making you feel this way. If he could go down on his knees and beg God Almighty to let him do this forever, he would.
"Oh, that's it," he coos, "that's my girl."
His praise, combined with the continued moving of his fingers - shouldn't they be getting sore by now? - only makes your orgasm last longer. Once it begins to fade, your body relaxes and you breathe out a sigh of contentment and warmth. Your eyes remain closed - and it's probably a good thing, because the way Matt is looking at you now would be enough to kill you with how loving it is The aftershocks of your orgasm - little jolts of pleasure - start to course through you.
"That was beautiful," he mutters to himself. "I think I want another from you."
You eyes snap open. "Honey," you mumble.
"What?" he asks gently. "I know you can." His hands are moving now, all across your body in an attempt to soothe you. You look down and see the tent in his pants: he's never been so hard in the years that you've known him.
"You need help with that?" you ask with a smile, sitting up. By the direction that your voice is going, he knows what you're talking about.
"No, no, no," he says, using a hand to push you back onto the bed. "Don't change the subject."
"I wasn't."
"Yes," Matt kisses your chest, "you were."
"I can't come again."
"Yes, you can." Matt clicks the vibrator on again and, before you can move away, puts it on your clit.
Your whole body seizes up, your clit goes numb, and all you can feel is good, but too good. Your mind blanks. You shriek out a sound of surprise and pleasure and agony, your body instantly trying to get away. It's too much, you're too sensitive, but he won't let up. He holds you down, shushing you again as you let out little cries and sobs and moans. Your body convulses, twitching in his grasp.
"Shh, shh, baby... I got you. Remember that. You're alright."
"MattMattMatt â I can't!"
"Yes, you can," he says again, firmer this time, but laughs as you try to get away. "Just hang on a little longer, you'll feel good again. Your body is already adapting to it. You're okay."
And of course, it's true. Your body is already getting used to it. Your sobs die down and now, the pleasure is bearable. Extremely good, actually. Your moans are weak, your eyebrows are furrowed, and your eyes are shut again. The convulsions are stopping, and now all you can do is feel it all again.
"That's it, bubba," Matt says, "see? I know you can handle it."
He puts two fingers inside you, slowly, and the burn is less uncomfortable now. A guttural sound leaves you again as you're filled up, and once Matt starts moving again, you tense up immediately. Two fingers and a vibrator are a recipe for an extremely quick orgasm, and you both know it.
"Baby," you whisper.
"What?" he coos. "Is my girl close already?"
"Nnngh," is all you can reply back. "Mm hmm."
"That's what I wanted," Matt says quietly, triumphantly. "You don't have to say anything anymore. Just feel it."
It doesn't take much longer for you to get close to coming again. Especially when Matt begins to drive his fingers into you harder, faster. You can't even speak anymore; all you can do is vocalize; moan, whimper, gasp. And you know that Matt is having the time of his life. One of the first things he ever said to you about things like this was that he'd get off by getting you off, and that has always stuck with you.
Your legs start to quiver.
You peak again, sobbing out a high pitched whine. The feeling is strong now, like an unstoppable force is meeting an immovable object. Your body is tense, unbelievably so, and the pleasure keeps building, but it never crests. It never reaches that point. That's the trouble of having one orgasm after another. It's hard to come. "MMMatt, pplease, please, p â"
"Shh," Matt says again with a grunt, "don't worry. We'll get you there. Relax as much as you can. Remember, I'll take care of you." You try your best to relax your body but it's still a bit difficult. All the while, Matt is practically shoving his fingers into you now, relentlessly, and you start to hear noises down there that send your mind reeling. Your back arches.
"You fuckin' hear that?" Matt's sudden vulgarity is a surprise. He's ravenous. "Oh, you want it, don't you?" He hoists a leg over your own to keep you from moving. "You're so close. Stay here, don't run away from me."
He pauses, but his fingers keep moving. "I'll get some restraints later."
After a few more seconds, it finally hits. You crest, your orgasm starting again, and all you can shriek is a simple, "Oh, oh Jesus â "
"Just come," Matt says quietly. It contrasts heavily with the way he's ramming his fingers into you. "Don't do anything else. Just come. Let go. Let go, let go, let go â "
And, with the encouragement comforting you, what else can you do but do as he says? You're stuck in place and your mind is mush. You come with another wail, this one stronger and more primal than the first, louder too, and you see stars behind your eyelids. Your leg is shaking, and if your other one could move, it would, too. Your clit is warm, almost numb again, and your arms are quivering above his head. The sounds from your privates get more intense, and Matt grunts in exertion. You don't know anything anymore, you can't think or speak. All you can do is feel, and that's exactly what Matt wanted from the start.
You're sure Matt's senses are overloaded. Sound, smell, taste, feel. He can hear how desperate and overtaken you are, he can smell and taste your arousal and sweat in the air, and he can feel your quivers and shakes and your tightness. He's rock hard now, and it probably hurts a little, but he doesn't care. You're all that's on his mind and once again he wishes that he could only see your face in this moment.
"Oh, look at you," Matt praises, slowing his fingers now. You're a mess, a beautiful, satiated mess. There are tears in your eyes and sweat on your brow. Your hair is tangled and unkept, and your knuckles hurt from how hard you've been clenching your fists. It's amazing how this is only from a fingering, but you needed this. You wanted this, as shy as you were to admit it. You pant, weakly, your legs completely unable to move. You're jelly, practically limp, and you twitch and shudder as the last of the aftershocks hit you.
"Can I put it in now?"
You shriek and Matt laughs, falling beside you and immediately wrapping his arms around you. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding, baby." He kisses your forehead and cradles your head to him. "Such a good girl," he says, "you did such a good job. I'm so proud of you."
You swallow, and the saliva is a welcome sensation on your dry throat. "I think... I'll call off of work tomorrow," you pant. "Holy hell, Matty."
"Careful," Matt says, "if you do that, I won't be able to stop myself from doing this all over again once you wake up."
"I'm in danger," you say with a breathless laugh. "Just be gentle, okay?"
"Of course," he says, "always. I'm so happy that you allowed me to do that. It's been a while since you've given in that much. You don't know how hot it is to me when you let go like that."
You look down and see the tent in Matt's pants again. "Do you want me to take care of that now?"
"When you're half asleep already? I'm good, honey. That will go away eventually. But it'll be there in the morning, waiting for you. And I may or may not slip out in a few hours and get some restraints from the sex shop later. You may or may not wake up with your arms and legs tied to the bed. Just be warned."
It isn't long before you slip into sleep, completely exhausted but satiated and happy. And while you sleep, you can still feel Matt's lips on your forehead, and you think you can hear a small, "I love you, sweetheart," too.
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Million Dollar Baby !
âŤď¸pairing: idol husband!jaehyun x fem!reader
âŤď¸tags/warnings: fluff, smut!, kissing/making out, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), 69, multiple orgasms, multiple positions (doggy, mate press, riding), breeding kink, creampie, breast play, biting, squirting, cursing, pet-names (baby&wife), absolute filth (sorry đŤ )
âŤď¸w.c: 3.0k!
âŤď¸a.n: god jaehyuns prada outfit this year had me combusting & having such obscene thoughts⌠this man truly shines! the title is homage to the song he chose for his original ig post hehe. anyhow i hope u all are well & i just got back from my trip & started taking a summer course so i hope iâm able be a but more active! stay safe & i love u all!! jiji out đ¤
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One long flight later, we arrived in Milan! We were only here for about two days, Jaehyun needed to shoot something for Prada so I tagged along. Unfortunately we left our kids behind with his parents whilst we came here.
âIt wouldâve been nice if the kids came,â I whispered to Jaehyun as we walked through the airport. It was quite crowded, fans stormed everywhere. It was only 3 in the morning, and here they were trying to get pictures and signatures from Jaehyun and occasionally from me as well. I wasnât too big on the spotlight, but nonetheless it would follow me everywhere I go.
Jaehyun leaned down to my ear, a couple fans squealing. âYeah, but Iâm just excited to finally spend some time alone with you.â By alone he means absolute filth. I pinched him, causing him to chuckle. âDonât forget youâre here to work!â I reminded my dear husband.
âRight,â he says in a strange tone, and it was only then that I realized what he would mean.
â§âË âď¸â
âĄđ ࣪ Ö´ÖśÖ¸âž.
Finally having arrived at the hotel we would be staying at, his manager called him to take him away. He became incredibly clingy, not wanting to leave my side. âYouâll be back,â I reassured him. âBut being one second apart from you saddens me,â he says. I sighed, opting to just pat his head. âNOW GO! I donât want your manager getting upset with either of us now,â I told him.
Jaehyun reluctantly got up from my embrace. âIâll try to finish and come back as fast as I can,â he said, kissing my cheek. I smiled, âAlright! I love you, have fun.â
I watched as he left our room, and then turned around to unpack. We wouldnât be here for long, but nonetheless I had to do something. When I finished unpacking I laid on our bed, grabbing my phone. I was met with a message from him. God, this man really canât go a second without me.
Jae <3 : Do you want me to bring back something to eat, or should we just get room service?
Iâll just get us some room service, makes you come back quicker.
Jae <3 : Ha, missing me already darling?
More or less.
Jae <3 : Oh, just wait tilâ I get back.
Canât wait!
Weâve been married for some time now and we still act like weâre in our honeymoon phase. Not even after having two kids has our love stopped. As I recounted our time together, I ended up falling asleep. The jet lag mustâve hit me.
â§âË âď¸â
âĄđ ࣪ Ö´ÖśÖ¸âž.
I hear the faint calls of my name. I try opening my eyes, only meeting a blurry figure. I wait tilâ my eyes refocus, finally focusing on the figure. Jaehyun.
He smiled, âRest well?â âMmm,â I muttered as I tried looking out the window. The sun shining, so I wondered what time I mustâve been. 2:00 p.m, the clock read. âAll finished?â I asked him, extending my arms.
âYup, and like I promised I rushed back here,â he said, taking my arms around his neck and holding me in his lap. âYou hungry? I didnât get a chance to order the fo-â I said before I was interrupted by his lips clashing into mine.
I moaned in surprise, his kiss was surely hungry and needy. He grabs the back of my head, deepening the kiss. He slips his tongue inside my mouth, practically consuming me. My hands start moving around his neck, urging him to come closer. I end up straddling his lap as we passionately kiss one another. I felt him smirk, whilst we kissed when I began grinding on him.
âNeedy already baby?â he says against my lips. His lips no longer on mine, but all over my faceâ kissing my features. âKeep going,â he whispered into my ear. His hot breath turned me on even more. I did as he said, grinding more against his hardening cock. His hands traveled along my back, until they reached my ass, leaving behind a hot trailing blaze. The contact of his hardened cock and my needy pussy, left me so wet that I was sure if I were to get up right now, you would be able to see it on his pants.
Jaehyunâs lips reached my collarbone, where he gently bit into my skin. I winced in pain, but the feeling was also pleasuring. âTake it off,â he mutters against my skin. I begin taking off my shirt, throwing it somewhere in the hotel room. âHow are you always so gorgeous, my wife?â His subtle comments always leave me a scrambling mess.
His lips made their way to the plush of my tits, kissing them delicately whilst his hands made their way up to unhook my bra. Once it was off and thrown somewhere in the hotel room, he began giving them his utmost attention. He alternated between the two: sucking, licking, and biting my tits. The tug on my nipples left me chanting out his name like a prayer. My own hands now tugging on his soft strands of hair.
âSuch perfect tits, love 'em most when theyâre all swollen and big.â Jaehyun kisses my tit and fondles the other, âHow about it? Wanna have another one?â He lets go of my tit with a pop, looking at me with those chocolate-colored eyes of his. âGod, yes!â I moan rather loudly. His lips clash onto mine again, going a tad bit more gently than before.
I shouldâve known what it meant to accept his offer. Jaehyun was a determined man, he was going to make sure I got pregnant by the end of the night no matter if it meant staying up until the sun roseâŚ
All our clothes were gone, scattered everywhere along this hotel room. Jaehyun laid his back on the bed, while both of my thighs were on either side of his head. I lowered myself a bit further down until I felt his wet muscle kitten lick my wet cunt. I let out a low moan and then a slightly louder one when he began licking my cunt up just a bit faster.
His hands worked their way with my thighs, squeezing them and then fondling them before electing one slightly harsh slap on my ass. The slap caused my body to fall forward, my face facing his aching hardened cock.
I practically drooled at the sight. His red tip leaking with pre-cum, I wanted nothing more but to take it in my mouth.
And so I did. I started with swirling my tongue on his tip, eating away his pre-cum. Then slowly beginning to sink my mouth into his cock even more. I felt as he let out muffled moans onto my cunt, eliciting a pleasurable feeling to course through me.
His tongue brushed against my clit multiple times, sucking it later on. My hips began moving on their own accord, grinding on his face as I worked my way with his cock. No matter how many years weâve been together, his cock is something Iâd probably never grow accustomed to. I admit that I struggled a bit as I tried fitting it all in my mouth. Muffled moans and gags spilled out of my mouth as drool went running past my lips.
I moved up and down along his shaft, going at a slow pace until I felt more accustomed, all the while I grinded ruthlessly against his face. His mouth was doing god's work on my needy cunt, he practically made out with the poor thing. He slurped up all my juices, not missing a single drop. âSo sweet,â he murmured when he let go of me for a split second. He dove back in even rougher, slipping his wet muscle inside my hole.
He tongue fucked me so perfectly I could feel something rushing within me, threatening to release itself. So I began working my way on his cock, taking him even faster than before. I added my hands to the mix, fondling his balls. Bingo. His cock then began twitching in my mouth, signaling he was close. I continued a while more until his hot white cum painted my mouth. I swallowed it all before I too ended up cumming a while afterwards with a pinch to my clit.
I got off him afterwards, turning to see as Jaehyunâs face glistened with my release. It turned me all the more, I wanted more and I sure as hell was going to get it.
âGet on all fours, beautiful,â Jaehyun said in a low deep voice that made me quickly obey him.
My back arched when his hand touched me from my upper back all the way to my ass, in which he gave them a light slap. âMmm, p-please inside! Inside me jae!â I moaned out rather loudly. I was growing impatient and so must've him since he rammed into me, no warningâ no anything.
I jolted a bit forward due to the impact, but I didnât mind. His cock fit so snug inside me, my walls gripping him. âSo tight and so wet it slid right in,â he said chuckling. His hands gripped my hips so tight, I was sure to wake up with crescent dents on either side of my hips tomorrow.
His thrusts were just too overstimulating. Merciless and harsh thrusts, like a wild man. Youâre cunt squeezing on his cock just right that it made it impossible for Jaehyun to even stop for a split second.
My head flings back as Jaehyun continues his thrusts, fucking into me even deeper. His cock kissed my cervix so perfectly I was starting to see stars again. No, no not yet.
âGonna cum already?â he whispered into my ear before licking the shell. I groaned, âYe-yes! Your cock just feels soâ so good!â
He kissed the side of my jaw before saying, âThen let go baby, we got all night remember?â I moaned at his words, the reminder that he wouldnât stop until I got pregnant edged me closer to my release.
He kissed me tenderly, his hands resting on my ass as he fondled it. Slap. And then another. Not gentle slaps like earlier, but harsher ones. Ones that made me clench around him even tighter. When he stops, a hand of his travels to the front of my body and down to my swollen clit.
Jaehyunâs fingers working miracles on my clit, abusing the poor thing. I chanted out his name, followed by moans until I let out a slight high-pitched scream when my orgasm came crashing out. I huffed, my eyes watered. I slumped onto the bed, but that didnât stop Jaehyunâ not one bit.
Jaehyun wraps his arm around my waist, bringing me back up and then using both his hands to support me. He continued pounding roughly into me, determined to meet his own release. After your orgasm hit you, he felt how slippery and wetter your cunt had become yet still so tight. He was gonna cum soon, he knew it.
He takes your arms in both his hands, thrusting into you this way. One thrust, then two, and on the third his cock twitched inside you, spilling his warm seeds inside. By the end of it, my insides felt so warm and full already.
Jaehyun removes his cock from me, and lets go of my arms causing me to flop onto the mattress. It felt empty inside me without him, but all I could focus on was how exhausted Iâd become from the intense sex. However I knew we were far from doneâŚ
I lift my head to catch a glimpse of Jaehyun. He sat up, staring at my figureâ his eyes traveling to my pussy where his cum began spilling out. âCome here,â he said. My body moved on its own, forgetting how exhausted I just was.
âRide it baby,â he muttered in my ear, placing a kiss on my temple. I supported myself on his shoulders, taking his cock in my hand as I began to sink into it. I whimpered when I felt him inside me once.
Once I felt well adjusted, I began moving up and down on his cock. âFuck, thatâs it wife. Come on, ride it faster,â he groans. Gripping his shoulders, I moved faster like he told me to do so. The sensation of his cock stretching out my walls felt so pleasuring, hypnotizing; I loved it.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning closer to his chest. His hot breath fanned my ear, it felt tickling. My pace slowed a bit, Jaehyun noticing the change.
âTired already? Donât worry I got you,â Jaehyun says into my ear as he grabs my ass and starts plunging his cock onto me roughly again. The sensation caused loud noises to spill from my mouth and arch my back into his chest even more. âLo-Look at me,â Jaehyun struggled to say.
My eyes met his, lusting and hungry eyes staring straight at me. He closed the distance between us, engulfing his lips onto mine. He drank up all my moans, his tongue running along my teeth and bottom lip. I pulled away first when he began massaging my clit. âFu-Fuck to-too much ja-jae!â
âHa, itâs alright wife, I know you can take it.â I laid my head on his shoulder, in which then my mouth bit on him. I heard Jaehyun let out a deep groan, âShit, biting me now huh.â
I giggled, kissing the spot I had bitten. After a while I begun moving my hips on my own to meet his thrust. We both panted, nearing our end.
âYou close baby?â Jaehyun whispered into my ear. I nodded my head, yes. That was all the confirmation Jaehyun needed before his lips met mine once more, causing us both to crumble down. His seeds spilled into me for a second time tonight.
His lips parted from mine this time, before he swiftly moved me to lay on my back. He hadnât taken his cock out yet, instead he pried my legs wide open. He held my thighs as he slid out, leaving only the tip inside.
From this angle Jaehyun could see as his cum began spilling out. Oh hell no, he thought. So he plunged back into you again, on a mission to bury his seeds deep inside you. After all, he wanted to see you all swollen with his child again. Make you a mommy again, show you off to whoever he could.
I grip the sheets, then going to grab his shoulders. I watched as sweat trickled down his face, his face focused on where we connected. Jaehyunâs hand let go of my thigh, trailing it to my lower stomach as he pressed down that very hand on my stomach.
The feeling caused my back to arch, âJ-Jae!â
âCanât wait until you tell me youâre pregnant with my child. Stomach and tits so swollen. Mine, all mine. A proof of our undying love. God, how much I love you Y/N. Youâre made for me, all of you.â
Jaehyunâs declaration melted my heart. I felt warm and fuzzy inside, making me forget for a moment what was happening until he grabbed my thigh again and began thrusting into me.
It wasnât long until we both came again, and by now I was too stuffed, too full. I thought we for sure would have conceived by now, but in Jaehyunâs eyes it never hurt to try againâŚ
So we went at it like rabbits until the sun rose. We both collapsed onto the bed, sweating and out of breath.
âYou sure have some amazing fucking stamina, Jae,â I said chuckling. He smiled, welcoming his dimples. âWhy thank you,â he says, coming close to wrap his arms around my body and kiss the top of my head.
âRest for a bit, then iâll help you hop in the bath,â he says softly. His demeanor now was a total change from earlier. Whatever, at least I could rest now.
My eyes fluttered and then closed. I rested in Jaehyunâs warm embrace and by the time I opened them again, I laid in the bathtub with my back pressed against his chest. âGood morning,â he says kissing my cheek. I smiled, âMorning, did I sleep for long?â
He pondered for a bit, âItâs about past noon now.â My eyes widened, I turned to face him. âDonât you have a schedule to go to?!â He nodded his head, âNope, I told my manager I would take the day off until we have to depart later tonight.â
âAh,â I said leaning back into him. We enjoyed the warm bath together, with nothing too intimate besides kisses. And so once we finished a much needed bath, we enjoyed one anotherâs warm and loving company until it was time to depart.
Hand in hand, we walked along the airport though I admit I struggled to walk a bit. Curse you Jaehyun. Fans once again coursing around us.
And once we boarded the flight, I fell asleep some more and before I knew it we had landed and made it home. I embraced my children into a big hug, I admit I had missed these two little ones dearly but thankful me and Jaehyun were able to spend some time alone. Though, all we did was have sexâŚ
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Yup, all that fucking me into oblivion worked.
Pregnant.
That was what the test read, not that I wasnât expecting it but now it felt a bit more real. Our third child. Our third blessing. I caressed my belly, whispering a small âI love youâ to the child growing inside me.
And so when Jaehyun came home, I made the big announcement. He cried, âtears of joyâ he stated. We couldnât be any happier, our family was growing. Our love for one another would too.
âI love you Y/N,â he said softly touching my belly. âThank you for everything my wife.â
Š jhdyuiee
2024.07.08
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Lookalike (Daemon Targaryen x Reader)
Summary: Inside the highest tower of the Red Keep, lives a girl with long silver hair...
Warnings: Oh man. What a trip. Rapunzel, innocence kink, daddy issues, cursing, mature language. Light groping, kissing. Daemon, and all his usual warnings. Manipulation. I tried to make it whimsical. You know, a fairy tale.
Requested: Yup. For the bingo. Daemon + retelling of another story. Posted it early because I couldn't sleep last night so I stayed up finishing this.
Once upon a time, in a far away land called Westeros, lived a King and a Queen. The Queen was a beautiful woman, with hair made of spun silver and gold.
The King and the Queen had a daughter, a bright girl called Rhaenyra. They loved her deeply, but as many powerful men behind him, the King could not help but wish for a son.
When the Queen had carried Rhaenyra, her pregnancy had been harsh. She had struggled to fall with child, and when she had, she had been sick the whole time. The Queen was not too sure if she could withstand another pregnancy.
âMy love, I need my heir.â The King said to her. âYou must help me and try again.â
âBut husband, you know we cannot. The Maester said pregnancies were too rough on me."
âIf I can't have my heir, I fear I will lose my throne!â
So the Queen decided to try again. Soon, she was with child. Yet, the Queen could feel something was different, this time. She got twice as large as she was when she was carrying Rhaenyra, her body ached even more. Only the hottest baths could soothe her abundant pains.
âThis pregnancy is not normal, not normal at all.â Said the Maester, when examining the Queen. âI fear the delivery will be hard.â
And hard it was. For there was not one baby but two. A girl and a boy, a moon and a sun. The parents only found out when the Queen was unable to deliver the baby, and the King, believing it to be his precious heir, ordered the Maester to cut her open.
Wailing into the world they came, shrieks so loud they rose half the Red Keep. Every bell in the city was toiling for them. The King named his heir Baelon. The girl, the little moon, was forgotten. That was you.
Too young to know it then, your first hours were spent in your sister's arms, both of you forgotten in favor of the new heir. But it was barely hours at all when your little brother passed away.
At the funeral, the King was the picture of despair. His Queen was dead by his hand, his heir lasted no longer than a day. Now a father to a baby girl he didnât know how to care for, and an unruly maiden.
Perhaps, sensing his despair and hoping to offer some words of comfort, and Arryn cousin took you from him and gasped:
âBy the Sevens! If she is the very image of Aemma as a babe.â No one took in consideration that this Arryn cousin was not, in fact, older than the Queen.
âIs she?â The King asked, on the verge of tears. Your father could not stop remembering your motherâs face, as the Maester aided your entrance into the world. Her cries haunted him even in his sleep. He was turning into a decaying corpse, from inside out, guilt rotting him alive. âRhaenyra, come here.â
âFather?â
âDoes she look like your mother?â
Your sister squinted at you. You yawned, a toothless, sweet thing. Rhaenyra wasn't very knowledgeable about babes, but she liked you. You had grabbed into her finger the first time you had seen her, tiny fingers turning into the most adorable rings.
âShe has her beauty.â She answered, politely. The King hummed, an idea sparkling into his head. Soon, the highest tower in the Red Keep was being repurposed, and the Hand relocated.
Nine and ten years later, that brings us to you, in a continent named Westeros. Inside it, Seven Kingdoms. Inside them, a city called King's Landing. Inside the city is a castle. In the castle, a tower. In the tower is a room. In the room, a girl. You.
You stared at your reflection, squaring your shoulders. You gave yourself a big smile.
âFather, I want to try claiming a dragon.â You repeated to the mirror, before shaking your head. âNo, no. Too disrespectful. Lord Father, I was wondering if I could go and try to claim a dragon?â
The reflection did not answer. You frowned. You didn't like groveling, but you weren't too sure of what else you could do. Perhaps, sending him a note would be better.
As the youngest sister of the heir to the Iron Throne, you had led a sheltered life. Even more so, as the spitting image of his late wife, according to your father. When looked in the right light, your eyes were the same shade hers had been. And the way you spoke did resemble the short, clipped speech of the Vale.
No one dared question those things, even though your accent had been ensured by your father by providing you with tutors only from that region. The King was very protective of you, set on expiating his guilt over the death of your mother by ensuring your safety.
All of your care had been provided by him after her death. Viserys knew nothing about child-rearing, but refused to let any servant touch you beyond the wet nurse. You grew into a child, and your father didn't even know how to cut your long, silver hair.
Years passed, and soon you learned to take care of yourself. Used to long hair as you were, you never thought about cutting it. Instead, your mind was preoccupied with more urgent matters. For example, how could you get out of the Red Keep.
Sometimes, your father's protection turned overbearing. Unlike your older sister, you were not allowed to leave the castle. Nor had you been allowed to partake in the activities other young ladies did. The only way you had managed to know the world around you had been through your books and observations.
Your rooms were in the tallest tower in the Red Keep, ensuring you would be kept safe from intruders and even invaders, if such a thing ever came to pass. You had double the guards Rhaenyra and Viserys did. Instead of providing his new Queen with a sworn shield, he had chosen to devote all the Kingsguard to you.
While you knew your tower had been used for other things before, it had clearly been refurnished. Now, it worked as a castle of its own, inside which you had a tiny kitchen, bathing quarters, rooms, and a library. The idea was that you would never need anything outside it. A tiny universe, just for you. You had plenty of space for your books and trinkets, but it made for a lonely existence.
Each time there were unknown men roaming the Keep, you got sent back to your tower. Your father didn't like the idea of you being married off or corrupted by them. You were too precious, too good. He had said that when the day came, he would find you a good match. One that, you suspected, would keep you close to home. Perhaps Aegon, or one of your cousins in the Vale.
If you married at all, of course. Your father had gone through a phase of encouraging your faith in the Seven, in the hopes of you deciding to be a Septa. If you did, the King would be most pleased, for it would mean you would never suffer the same fate as your mother.
You wanted neither. What you wanted more than anything was to see the world, do the things Rhaenyra told you happened outside the Red Keep. And according to you, it would all get started if you got your own dragon.
With a dragon, you would be protected. Your father always used your lack of one as an argument for denying you the experiences ladies your age had. Your egg had not hatched, but if you claimed one, you would surely be allowed to leave.
Unfortunately, what was required to be able to bond with a dragon had been deemed too dangerous for you. King Viserys had banned you from the dragon pit, arguing that dragons could be unpredictable.
Today, you had been sent back to your tower due to an impromptu visit from your Uncle Daemon. You knew the man by reputation only, by how much he angered your father. If there was one person who you were prohibited from speaking to, it was him.
You had heard the rumors, of course. A few years back, after your mother's passing, he had taken Rhaenyra to a pleasure house. Whatever had happened inside was between her and him. To your father, though, it was enough to keep you away from him.
Smile. Square your shoulders. Try again to assert yourself. You eyed your reflection once again, wondering how you could convince the King to let you try to get a dragon. Outside, something scraped against a rock, again and again. Curious, you went to the window.
On the very base of your tower, there was a man hopelessly attempting to climb upwards. He was very dashing, sporting the same silver hair you did, only much shorter.
âWho are you?â You asked, slightly frightened. In truth, you were not used to strangers being so close to you. Your father always said men were dangerous, and that outside the Red Keep there were aberrant creatures, mean and ruthless, that hurt young maidens for their enjoyment. âStep away from my tower, or I shall call my guards!â
The man ignored you, choosing instead to stab a sword between the rocks that made up your tower. You screamed, alarmed.
âStop that! That's not allowed, you are damaging my tower.â
The man ignored you, trying to use his sword to climb. He grunted in exertion. You ran towards your chambers and filled a jar with water. Then, you ran back to your window and dumped it on his head.
The man shrieked and fell down the few meters he had managed to progress. You laughed, startled.
âAren't you a fearsome thing?â He muttered to himself. Then, he looked up at you, with the most purple eyes you had ever seen. âPlease, Princess. Help me out.â
âWhy should I? You are an intruder.â You glared down at him, not even entertaining the notion, but deciding to play along regardless. In truth, you were curious about him. And starved for companionship.
âI am being chased.â He screamed up at you, frantically looking behind him. âPlease, help me.â
You leaned down towards your window, bracing your arms on the edge of it.
âBad business, that.â Your voice was cheery and woefully uninterested. This was the most exciting that had happened to you in years, you were not about to stop it. But at the same time, you did remember all of your father's warnings. There were people out there that were not kind.
âDamn it, you are just like Aemma. Pair of cynics.â He cursed, and started to try to retrieve his sword. Your eyebrows raised.
âYou knew my mother?â
The man looked up, shielding his eyes from the sun with a hand. He squinted at you. His bone structure reminded you of someone.
âI did.â
Your mother. A cynic. You smiled. No one had ever told you about her, not beyond all those polite things everyone said about the dead. How kind she was, how beautiful and learned. It did nothing to make you feel closer to her, these empty platitudes. They were generic, they could be talking about any woman.
Your father never went beyond that, either. The Aemma he talked about was an idolized version of her, a woman frozen into a perfect state of likeness to the Mother. He didn't allow anyone to contradict him, not even Rhaenyra. When you were younger, she had told you your mother had been hesitant about having another pregnancy, and struggling to carry another baby to term. Your father had banned her from visiting you during the next six moons.
But this stranger was speaking of her as if he knew her well. Your heart ached to know more about your mother, know the real her. It was enough to help you make your choice. You gathered your hair and threw it down the window.
âCome up then.â You ordered.
The man looked at the mass of hair in bewilderment. He touched a strand of it, fascinated by the way it picked up the light. He did not move.
âUse it as rope. You won't hurt me.â Were all men so dumb? Surely, if this one was so slow, he could not be a threat.
âOf course. Magic hair. Fucking Viserys.â The man started to climb. He got quickly inside, panting with exertion.
âYou know my father, too?â Your body tensed. This, you did not like. What if he was one of the men that were supposed to visit the castle today? One of those who corrupted and hurt young maidens?
Your heart started to beat harder and harder. You tried to convince yourself he might not be a bad man. Perhaps, he had met the King through your mother. Regardless, you turned away from him, keeping your voice and posture deceivingly calm.
âWould you like some water?â You did not wait for an answer, starting to move towards the kitchen. You reached into a cabinet, as if searching for a cup.
The man followed. You could hear his footsteps on the stone floor.
âI do know your father.â His voice was strange. As if he were realizing he was making a mistake but couldn't pinpoint why. Uninterested, you took out a cup. âHe is a great King.â He added, hurriedly. Just in time for you to grab a pan, turn and smack it against his head as hard as you could.
The man dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. You hiked up your skirts and rushed to his side. Kneeling by him, you took a closer look at his sword and grinned. You had seen it before. In your books. That was Dark Sister, Visenya's sword.
You had caught Daemon Targaryen. What better proof to show your father that you were not helpless? You tied him to a chair and gagged him for good measure. Then, you pushed him inside your bathing quarters. Only then did you call for a guard.
âCould you summon my father? I need him.â The guard bowed, but didn't speak. Most of them didn't. Your father said they weren't allowed to.
Despite not receiving an answer, you knew your father would be here soon. He always came when you called. You placed a kettle in the fire. Before it could boil, King Viserys was already there.
âDear.â The King kissed your forehead. You tried not to wrinkle your nose at the smell of herbs and milk of the poppy. Your father always smelled like a medicine cabinet. âAs beautiful as your mother, like always.â
You smiled.
âFather. Tea is not ready yet, but sit.â You pointed to your small parlor. When you were a child, the two of you had used to pretend you were a great lady, hosting tea parties there. It had been how he had taught you courtly manners.
The memory was bittersweet. Your father was good to you. He had raised you as best as he could, loving you more fiercely than any of his other children. It was not your intention to upset him, but you knew this topic would do exactly that.
âWere you lonely, my heart?â The King settled on one of the loveseats. You sat across from him.
âI did miss you.â You gave him a coy little look. âBut I asked you to come for something else.â
âDo tell.â
âFather. I think I am ready to claim a dragon.â You rushed to say, almost tripping over your words. Already, you could see how his expression was clouding over, a storm raging behind his eyes.
âYou know you are not.â The King answered, sternly. âIt's too dangerous.â
âI can handle myself.â You fought for your tone to remain even. If it came out too angered, your father would say you were hysteric or having a tantrum, and refuse to take you seriously. So was the curse of being a woman.
âMy heart, you have never stepped out of this tower.â
And you had not. But what did dragons care about one's knowledge of the world? You had read about dragons bonding with babes, sharing their cradle with them. To claim one, being well traveled or wise was not required. One had to be chosen, that was all.
You raised your hands in the air, palms up, as if placating a beast.
âI don't want you to get upset, Father. I wanted to prove to you that I am capable, too.â You got up and opened the door to your bathing quarters. âDo not be scared.â
The bound Daemon was still gagged, inside the tub. This time, though, he was awake. Upon seeing his brother, he immediately started screeching and squirming, making up a ruckus.
âShh.â You said to him, kicking the tub a little. He was turning out to be a very annoying guest. âAs you can see, Father, I caught him.â
âAnd you put him in the tub.â The King said, perplexed.
âHe was dripping water all over my floors.â But your explanations fall on deaf ears, since your father has already moved on from his shock. He grabbed Daemon's shirt, forcing him to sit upright.
âHaven't I told you this tower is out of limits?â The King barked at him. âI will throw you into the deepest, more dark and humid dungeon I can find, and then I willâŚâ
âFather.â You did not like being ignored. Daemon was a secondary concern, you just wanted to know if you were allowed out now.
Yet, your father seems to think the issue was an entirely different thing.
âOh. Sorry, dear. What father meant is that Uncle Daemon has been very bad.â He gave him a shake for good measure.
âI can tell.â Your tone was flat. âHave I proven myself enough to be allowed to try to claim a dragon?â
The King let go of Daemon. He turned towards you and tenderly started checking you over for injuries.
âI would die if something happened to you.â He answered, evasive. You didn't need to be a mind reader to know what he was thinking. It was too dangerous. It was a no.
Five more long days went by. Poor you, having to stay all day in your tower. After Daemon, your father had now deemed it too dangerous to allow you to roam the Red Keep. It was the tower and nothing more. All you could do was sing Old Valyrian songs and look out the windows. Sometimes, birds would chirp from above, and you would feel slightly better, as if they were singing with you.
Perhaps it had been your song, what had led him to you. Perhaps it had been his own guilty consciousness for a sin long forgotten, or a sliver of empathy for the lonely girl in the tower up above. Whatever it was, before the sixth day came to an end, Daemon appeared under your window.
âPrincess, Princess, let your hair down.â You heard him say. You walked to your window, curiously. Daemon was back!
âCome down if you want to be free.â The Prince ordered. âI do not have much time.â
His words stilled you. Freedom. Your father often said freedom was a dangerous thing. If you let people make their own choices, it was much more likely that they would choose unwisely. That was why you were kept in the tower, safe from the world and bad decisions. As long as King Viserys controlled your life, you would be protected.
But what if you left? What if you ran, jumped out of your tower and made your way to Dragonstone to get your dragon? You imagined a version of yourself, dress fluttering in the wind like a flag as you ran, barefooted in the sand. You imagined yourself feeling the sun in your face, having your first cup of mead or watching a parade.
Then you imagined yourself tripping and falling into the sea. You didn't know how to swim. No one saw the need to teach you such a thing. You imagined yourself at the parade, getting robbed. You imagined a man, trying to hurt you. What if people out there, what if Daemon, were truly as wretched as your father said they were?
Your face must have shown your distress because Daemon, impatient, shouted something more.
âI won't hurt you.â The Prince raised his hands in surrender. âI will not tell you I am a good man, but I will take you to Dragonstone.â
His honesty was what sealed the deal. You threw your hair down, grabbed one of your warmest cloaks, and shouted for him to loop your hair around a branch and not let go.
Daemon obeyed. You jumped, and as your feet hit the floor, you wished to be able to say you didn't look back. But you did. And as you saw the silhouette of your tower getting smaller and smaller in the distance, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness deep in your chest.
Noticing how quiet you have gotten, Daemon adjusts your cloak and gives you a grin.
âDo you want to ride Caraxes?â He asks. You match his grin, sadness nearly forgotten. There is a whole world out here, begging to be explored. You can be sad later when the adventure ends.
Caraxes is the most bewitching creature you have ever seen. He is red and serpentine, looking so much like the drawings of dragons you used to do as a child. You nearly scream in excitement.
Daemon whispers to him to stay calm, but Caraxes seems to sense your happiness, for he keeps trying to correspond your loving pets.
âOh, by the Seven Hells.â The Prince pushes you towards the saddle. âIf neither of you stop the tail wagging, we are going to get caught.â
âAnd we don't want that.â You agree, kissing Caraxes' scales one last time.
Caraxes gives another excited, full-body wag. He seems to be preening under the attention. Daemon must not praise him very much, which is a shame.
âYou are such a good boy. So pretty, too.â
Caraxes preens even more. It makes his body shake, tail hitting against the floor in an ominous beat. Daemon groans.
âEnough, enough.â The Prince grabs you by the waist and gets you up in the saddle. You shriek in laughter. Caraxes appears to be happy about it, too, since he starts spreading his wings. âWe are going to get caught.â
Daemon jumps into the saddle, hugging you tightly to him. You squirm, unused to the closeness of another human being. When your father and Rhaenyra touch you, it's never like this.
Daemon feels overwhelming, in the best kind of way. His chest is firm, and his smell surrounds you. His arms around your waist hold you tight, but remain loose enough to not hurt you. Your hips fit snugly against his, and make something you can't yet name stir in your lower belly.
It's different. It's strange. You want it to stop. Why do you feel so nervous, as if Caraxes was suddenly dropping down and not barely getting ready to fly?
âSoves, Caraxes.â Daemon orders, careful not to scream in your ear. âAre you alright, little Princess?â
You cease your squirming, hoping that he doesn't notice whatever is different with you.
âWhy wouldn't I be?â
âYou keep squirming as if there were ants inside your bodice. Are you uncomfortable?â The Prince snickers by your ear, pressing a soft kiss right by the top of it. What happens next is impossible to hide. Your body gives a shiver, all of your hairs standing up. The sensation is as confusing as it is pleasant.
âMy stomach feels funny.â You complain, knowing that it isn't exactly that, but close enough that he probably won't question it.
âFunny how?â Daemon kisses behind your ear. You make a hurt, confused noise. You have been kissed before, but never there. In your experience, kisses are not this devastating.
âFunny.â You refuse to elaborate because while naive, you are not dumb. This must be precisely why your father wanted you away from men. If they were able to inflict so much pleasure, it was no wonder why maidens let them do whatever they wanted to them.
âDoes it hurt, little Princess?â One of his palms goes to your lower stomach, pressing slightly. âHere?â
You squirm. So he definitely knows.
âYes.â
âHurts? OrâŚ?â Daemon's hand goes dangerously low, nearly pressing between the parting of your legs. You squirm more. He brushes something that makes you jolt, delighted.
âWe shouldn't.â You answer. It would be much more convincing if you were not relaxing into him. He laughs right in your ear, but retracts his hand.
Even with his hands away from your most sensitive areas, you still feel worked up. Your bodice is too rough against your skin, the way Caraxes moves under both of you makes the area between your legs tingle.
You keep your eyes firmly on the sky in front of you. As it starts to change into pinks and yellows, the feeling ebbs and starts to fade. You feel sleepy, so you recline more against Daemon. A tiny yawn escapes you.
âTired?â Daemon brushes your hair back, much more tenderly than your father would. With your father, the touch is always harsher, more possessive. As if he is always grasping to the last threads of Aemma he can hold. With Daemon, it feels like he is actually touching you.
You hum, soft and sweet.
âSleep, little one.â He kisses your cheek. âI'll wake you up when we get there.â
The next time you wake up, it is in an unknown bedroom. At first, you panic. The canopy over the bed looks too similar to the one in your tower, and you wonder if perhaps you dreamed it all. Daemon, Caraxes, the flight, your feelings. Then, you get even more scared because the more you look, the more you realize this is not your room.
You get out of bed. You are still dressed in the same dress you were wearing earlier, but your shoes are gone. The door is closed. Fear grips at you. What if Daemon has sold you to someone evil and rotten, as your father says people outside the Red Keep are? What if he is the evil man?
You rush to the door. It opens easily. There is a hallway that looks much like the ones in the Red Keep, but there is no one there. You scream in fear.
Another of the doors opens in the hallway. Daemon, in a sleeping shirt and breeches, runs out.
âPrincess!â He hurries to your side. You are crying, you realize, as he wipes away some of your tears. âWhat is it?â
âI woke up alone, and I didn't recognizeâŚâ You sob, softly.
âOh, little girl.â Daemon scoops you in his arms. âI should have thought of that. I am so sorry.â He presses a kiss to your forehead, and you look at him, eyes swollen from your crying.
The world had impressed you during the day, but now that the night had fallen, and you found yourself in an unknown castle, you were afraid. What if there were monsters lurking in the hallways? Or if you needed something? What if someone hurt you?
âI do not want to go back there. I am scared.â You rubbed your eyes. Your hands dug into his arm, not wanting to let go of him.
âDo you wish me to keep you company while you fall back asleep?â Daemon asked, gently smoothing your hair down. You must look a mess, and would find it embarrassing were it not for the fact that being alone in such a big place terrifies you. At this point, you would do anything to keep him here.
âPlease.â No more words are needed. Daemon doesn't want you to beg, nor does he want anything in exchange. It's comforting.
One of his hands goes to your shoulder blades, leading you back to the room. Daemon tucks you in and sits by your side.
âI'll stay until you fall asleep.â He says, smoothing down your frown with the gentlest touch. Daemon starts to hum in High Valyrian, softly. You know the melody. It's about flames and burning together. Almost against your will, your eyelids start to drop.
âDon't⌠Don't want you to go.â Your body feels so heavy, as if sinking into the mattress. With great effort, you manage to curl your fingers around one of his.
âOh, Princess.â He says, interlacing your hands.
âStay.â You order.
Daemon lets go of your hand, and you whine, awake instantly. You go to sit up, but he shushes you.
âShh. I am just⌠Let me.â He slides under the covers, behind you. You close your eyes, trying to relax against him. It's no hardship at all. Now that the candles have been blown, the light is low and Daemon feels so warm against you.
He starts to trace your features. Finger meets brow, temple, cheek. Thumb brushes nose, then lips. Idly, so very idly, his voice mutters near your ear.
âHow many mouths has yours kissed?â
The question startles you. You suppose there is no harm in telling him, yet there is a tinge of embarrassment over it, too. It has finally dawned on you what this new, uncomfortable, thrilling feeling is. Desire. You lust after Daemon.
âI haveâŚâ You answer, softly. You do not dare speak it out loud. Not when you rather know exactly how far the two of you are. âHow about you?â
âI have lost count. Twenty, perhaps more so.â Daemon says it so casually, as if it did not matter at all. But to you, it does. What are you, compared to this man? How could you want him in such a manner, having so little to offer?
âWhat makes it special, then?â There has to be a reason for him to bother with kissing all these people. Perhaps, to him, all kisses feel as devastating as his does to you.
âThe person, I would gather.â The Prince answers, softly rubbing your back as one would do to help a child fall asleep. You frown. It does make sense. You know what love is, after all. Being in love with someone, or at least desiring them, must make it special.
You would like to kiss him, you think. Daemon is handsome, and his touch does not feel as damning as other's do. He has already provided you with pleasure, even if unknowingly.
You make a wish, then. For your first kiss to be special, with someone you like and that knows what they are doing. If not Daemon, at least someone like that.
âWas your first special?â You ask, curious.
âNo. She was terrible. Sharp teeth and all.â Daemon moves your hair aside, exposing your neck. You barely get any warning before he is taking a bite out of your nape. For a playful gesture, it's oddly painful. Your body tenses, and you try to fight it, but Daemon's hands are like a vice around your waist. âLike this.â
With no other choice, you ride it out. Pain is nearly unfamiliar to you, beyond small cuts or painful cycles. It's scorching red and hot, making you break into a sweat. Daemon forces you to take, and take, gently holding your hands in his. It's only after that you go limp under him, twitching slightly, that he lets up.
The aftermath of pain is sweet, you learn. Daemon kisses around the painful bite and blows a raspberry behind your ear. Now that he has let go of your nape, you find out that the pain was not so bad. You are not even bleeding.
âYou are such a good girl.â Daemon praises. âSo strong. I'm so proud of you.â
You preen as if you were Caraxes, delighted to make him feel proud of you. Daemon smiles against your temple, as if amused by you, and presses a little kiss there. Itâs so tender, and so loving, a sharp contrast to his earlier behavior. It makes you feel as if you were once again on dragonback.
âCould you kiss me?â The words escape out of your mouth, without any real thinking. You know they are the wrong thing to say as soon as they leave your mouth.
Daemon pulls away from you. A hurt, confused noise leaves your throat, hands desperately searching back for his warmth.
âOh, little Princess.â Daemon mutters, tone full of regrets. âI should not.â
âWhy not?â You complain. You are not used to being denied so. The only times others do not bend to your will, you get what you want by your own means. Case in point, leaving your tower. Your father had said no, so you had ensured it happened by other means.
âI have doneâŚ. What I have done to you, why I took youâŚâ Suddenly, it is as if an icy hand has taken hold of your throat and started to suffocate you. Betrayal settles over your features, overpowering it all.
âYou are only doing this to piss off my father.â You say, shocked. Daemon raises his hands, trying to interrupt you, but you halt him with an imperious wave. âYou had no intention of taking me to the dragons. You sought to ruin my reputation, as you did Rhaenyra's.â
âNo, Princess, no.â Daemon shakes his head. You get up from the bed, angered. He does not try to stop you. âI swear I didn't mean for anything untoward to happen.â
âI bet you said that back then, too.â You retort. You have half a mind to do something crazy. To grab the fire poker and smash his head with it, to set the whole place on fire. You want to make him hurt.
âI⌠I did mean to anger your father.â Daemon admits, still trying to placate you. It only makes you wish to scream and scream and never stop. âBut I do think it is a shame not to let you even try. Dragons are your birthright. Denying you is unnatural.â
You glare at him. You are unconvinced of the truthfulness of his words. Your father was right. You were unprepared for the world, and it couldn't show more. Daemon has tricked you as easily as if he were taking candy from a babe.
âI'll take you there regardless. I promised to.â His eyes are pleading, but you do not wish to hear him, or see him any longer. Instead, you sit in front of the vanity and look at yourself.
The long, silver hair. The scared eyes. The night, the first you have of freedom, is spent utterly cold and miserable. You stare at yourself and stare at yourself until you think you are going mad.
Daemon does not say a word. He doesn't leave the room, either. Perhaps he falls asleep at some point, perhaps he does not.
You look at your reflection again. You look at your hair. Silver, like his. The lovely color Daemon loves so much. Long, and braided back, flaunting your maidenhood and youth. Forever your father's little girl, never allowed to grow, to love, to lust.
A braid that long won't allow you to claim a dragon. You are more likely to set yourself on fire or trip on it. It's that thought that gives you the determination needed to do what needs to be done.
In the first drawer of the vanity there are a few miscellaneous ribbons. There is also a pair of scissors. You grab it, and grab your braid. You chop it off. As it falls from your shoulder, you feel a weight lift off from you. No longer your nape is heavy with the weight of all these expectations laying on you.
There is a woman staring at you, from the mirror. She looks like she is getting ready for war, eyes alight with determination. You stare at the contours of her face, mesmerized by what you see. All traces of Aemmas's ghost are gone from your reflection. You look more like yourself than you have ever done.
Daemon is up at sunrise. He may have been watching you chop all your hair off and expose the lovely bite mark that now mars the skin of your nape. He may have been sleeping. Whatever it is, he doesn't say a word about your change of appearance, choosing instead to dress in silence.
âOff we go.â He says, briskly, leading you out of the castle. Daemon points to a hill in the distance. âBut after that, you are on your own.â
You are suddenly filled with doubt, the determination you had felt when looking in the mirror dissipating under the morning light. Your stomach clenches. Your legs are sore, unused to the exercise of riding. The bite on your neck burns.
"I do not feel ready to claim a dragon.â You say to him, as you get closer and closer to the hill. You feel like a fool. What if your father is right? What if you end this escapade with nothing to show but a ruined reputation?
âYou are.â Daemon answers, barely paying attention. It makes you angry beyond belief. To make your mood known, you stomp over a few leaves, grinding them to dust under your heel. Ugh. Why were you looking to him for reassurance in the first place? It was not like Daemon wanted to help you. He just wanted to make himself feel less guilty over trying to cause a scandal and kill your father from the fright.
âI am not.â Itâs almost as if you can hear the voice of your father in your head, telling you exactly why no dragon would bond with you. You are a fool, you are a little girl, youâŚ
âYou are a Targaryen.â Daemon interrupts your trail of thought with a squeeze to your nape. Right over the bite. It makes your knees nearly buckle. âYou were born ready.â
âBut what if it isn't enough? What if they see me, and don't want me? I am not brave, like Rhaenyra, or cunning like you or learned like my father. â
âThey will.â Daemon says. âBecause you are strong here.â He taps your sternum. âAnd your father is a fool for not seeing it.â
You look at him. Past the guilt, past the acting up to get your father's attention. His eyes are nervous, but they hold the same steely determination yours had earlier. Daemon believes in you, you realize. You look up at the hill and think to yourself, it is time to see if you can claim a second dragon.
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