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inlovewithquestionablecharacters · 6 months

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Milo(Lucian) X Reader: I see red

Watched Morbius and of course i went and fell for the villan

Warnings: Smut, blowjob, handjob, dirty talk, cum eating, face fucking, blood drinking(he is a vampire), insecurity.

Word Count: 2,1K

You’d always loved Milo. Even though you knew you didn’t have forever with him your heart couldn’t help but fall for the man. Milo hadn’t been handed the best cards, he wasn’t a lucky man but at least he had Morbius. Well he used to have Morbius. As the years had passed Milo and Morbius had grown apart. They were still good friends and Milo knew he could count on Morbius for anything but the more the doctor stayed at the lab the farther away it seemed their meetings would be. Milo blamed Martine for the distance. He wasn’t entirely wrong. The two doctors seemed to be growing more and more intimate as the days passed. You wondered if Martine had told Morbius about how she felt. It wasn't an easy task, you knew that all too well.

Milo didn’t know about your love for him. You'd never talked to him about how you felt. There was never a good time for that type of conversation. When he wasn’t busy handling something for Morbius he was stuck in bed due to his sickness. Besides you weren’t certain he’d believe you anyway. Milo had this idea, a really stupid one, that he wasn’t attractive. Girls didn’t usually hit on him when he went out and he’d somehow linked that to his appearance.

“No one wants to be with a sick man.”

He’d blurted that out one night on your walk. You’d almost told him how you felt but the nerves had gotten the best of you. You didn't want him to think you pitied him because you didn't. You loved him like this and you’d love him even if he was different. Not that you’d ever expect him to change. Not in a drastic way anyway.

You made your way through the hall going towards the kitchen. You placed the bags from the market on the counter as you called out Milo's name.

“They didn’t have burger patties so I had to settle for ground beef. Okay?”

No answer. You frowned at the silence, your eyes scanning the room for signs that Milo was home. Your gaze fell onto his cane on the floor. Milo couldn’t leave the house without his cane which meant he was here. But where exactly was he?

You heard a thumping sound above you, leaning your head back to look at the ceiling. The sound was coming from Milo's room. You walked over to the elevator pushing the button to the second floor. You tapped your foot against the metal floor, fingers moving on your thighs as you waited for the doors to open. The second they did the sound of music became louder. You moved towards Milos' room knocking at the door before entering. Light streamed into the bedroom from the closet. What in the world was he doing?

“Milo what’s with the….”

Your body froze at the closet door, eyes widening at the sight before you. You watched Milo dance around with his eyes closed. Your eyes scanned his body, curiosity filling your mind as you realized the way Milo looked. He looked healthy. Truly healthy. Not “on a good day” sort of healthy. Running a marathon kind of healthy. Where did all those muscles come from?

Milo opened his eyes to look at himself in the mirror but instead his gaze fell on your reflection. Your mouth was slightly parted and there was this unusual look in your eyes. He felt an urge to cover his body, his subconscious telling him to hide himself from you. But then he caught the way your eyes moved over his body. You liked it. You liked the way he looked. The moment he realized that his chest puffed up drawing more attention to his chiseled body and causing your breath to speed up. Milo called out your name, moving slowly towards you. You watched him make his way to you with ease.

“Milo your leg.”

“Neat isn't it?”

He gave a small spin stopping a few steps away from you. Your eyes raked over his body, stopping on the smirk on his face.

“What’s wrong darling? Don’t like my new look?”

“I always liked the way you look.”

The words tumbled out of your lips before you could stop them causing you to place a hand over your mouth as Milo’s eyebrows quirked up.

“Is that so?”

The truth is Milo had always felt something for you but he never acted on it. He never thought you saw him as anything other than the sick teeanger you’d met years ago. But now, watching the way your breath sped up the closer he got to you and the way your tongue peaked out to wet your lips every once in a while, he could tell he’d been wrong.

“How is this possible? I mean how did you-”

“Shh darling.”

Milo placed a hand on your cheek moving some stray hairs behind your years.

“How doesn't matter now. The “what” is far more important?”

“What do you mean?”

“I haven't felt this strong…well…ever. So I'm curious as to what I can do. If you know what I mean.”

You swallowed dry as Milo leaned his face closer to you, his lips almost touching yours.

“And I was wondering….”

“Yeah?”

“If you wanted to help me find out?”

“Fuck yes.”

You wrapped your arms around Milos neck pulling him down into a passionate kiss. His hands snaked down your body settling on your ass with a harsh squeeze. You groaned into his mouth, your legs moving up to wrap themselves around Milos waist. He tugged you up with ease. Your hips brushed against his hard on causing him to let out a moan.

“Where do you want me to fuck you darling here or in my bed?”

“Bed please.”

“Such a polite thing ei?”

Milo kicked open the doors making his way to his bed. You let out a small gasp when he threw you on the bed, the mattress bouncing slightly. You pushed yourself onto your elbows watching as Milo moved to unbuckle his pants.

“Let me.”

The man glanced down at you with a grin which you returned. You shuffled yourself to the edge of the bed accepting Milos extended hand. Once you’d gotten to your feet you moved out of the way forcing Milo to turn around and take your place. He followed your directions, taking a seat at the edge of the bed and spreading his legs slightly. You got on your knees before him, your hands working on his belt. You reached into his pants cupping his dick in your hand for a moment before pulling down his underwear. His dick sprung up and you drooled at the sight. Milos slender frame had given you the impression he would have a slim cock but you had been wrong. His dick was thick and long. You glanced up at Milo being greeted with a worried look.

“Milo, I can't believe you’ve been hiding this beauty from me.”

“You like it? It’s not too-uh-small or anything.”

You let out a laugh. Bless this man.

“It’s perfect.”

Before Milo could retaliate you wrapped your mouth around his dick. Milo’s hands went straight to your head gripping your hair to ground himself.

“Ah fuck-ugh-good fucking girl…shit.”

“That good huh?”

“Don’t know how long I've wanted you darling.”

“Yeah? Should have told me. I’ve been touching myself to the thought of you for the past four years.”

“Good lord-ugh!”

You opened your mouth as much as you could, taking Milos dick as deep as possible as you told your tongue around his shaft.

“I wanted to-uhm-fuck you at that-fuck-stupid benefit party.”

You’d never taken Milo for a talker during sex but you didn't mind it. You hummed around his dick signalling to him you were listening and causing him to buck his hips.

“You wore that fucking black dress…ah ugh…could see every fucking curve.”

You remembered the dress he was talking about. You still had it in your closet. You’d have to remember to wear it again. You removed your lips from Milos dick replacing them with your hands.

“If you’d told me I would have let you. There was a wonderful little counter in the bathroom we could have used.”

“Dirty girl.”

“Like you’re any better.”

“Oh you have no idea.”

There was a sombre tone in Milo's voice but you chose to ignore it. Your hands moved faster against Milos dick making him moans grow louder. You could tell he was close to cumming so you decided to take him in your mouth once again. After one particular suck Milo called out your name and you felt his seed spilling down your throat. You removed your lips from his dick swallowing before sticking your tongue out proudly to show Milo what you did.

“You’re going to be the death of me darling.”

He wiped the spit from the corner of your mouth before leaning down to capture your lips in his.

“You turn, pretty girl.”

You and Milo had been going at it for hours. His stamina seemed to be everlasting. Your hands latch onto Milos back as he thrusts into you, his arms caging you beneath his body. He's going at a brutal speed, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as your body prepares for another orgasm. You are so close but before you reach your high Milos thrusts start to sputter. You open your eyes to look at him expecting him to look at you with a teasing grin or a cocky smirk but he doesn’t. In fact his eyes don’t meet yours.

“Milo?”

“Shit…i”

“What is it?”

“Darling i…fuck not now.”

“Milo what is it? Talk to me.”

Milo raises his head to look at you and you're startled by the way he looks. The healthy glow he’s had up until now is completely gone. He looks like he usually does: pale and tired.You can feel Milos leg shaking next to yours.

“I need i…”

“Tell me. Lucian, tell me what you need dear.”

“Blood.”

“What?”

“I need blood.”

You thought you’d heard him wrong but the way his face twisted when he repeated the word shows you you’d understood correctly. You should have freaked out. That would have been the correct response. But when it came to Milo you never seemed to have a clear head. Milo's leg gave out beneath him causing his body to fall into you, his lips touching your neck. You felt him open his mouth, his tongue lapping over your vein before closing it abruptly

“No. Not her.”

“Lucian…”

“It’s okay, I would never hurt you.”

“I know.”

You stayed silent for a movement trying to make up your mind.

“Take mine.”

“What?”

“My blood. Take my blood.”

Milo's body begged him to listen to you but his mind stopped him from taking action. If he lost control he’d suck you dry and he couldn’t deal with that risk. Not when you meant so much to him.

“I’m not in control i could hurt-

“No you won’t. You never would.”

Milo raised his head to look into your eyes seeing the certainty in them. You trusted him. You truly did.

“Take what you need. It’s alright. I’ll be fine.”

Milo hesitated for a moment before leaning down so that his mouth was on your neck. He could hear your heart beating and could feel every twinge of your muscles. Your perfume was strong against his nostrils but the smell went away as soon as his teeth pierced into your skin. You let out a yelp, your nails latching onto Milo’s back as he sucked your neck. You could feel the blood leaving your body, the feeling making you dizzy.

Your blood was the best thing Milo had tasted in his entire life. It tasted exactly like he imagined you would: sweet and silky. He lost himself in the pleasure, his hips rutting against you as his strength returned to him. You called out his name forcing him to detach himself from your neck. This time when your eyes fell onto his face the healthy glow was present once again. Your neck felt tender and your body had gone slightly limp but you forgot all about it once Milo started thrusting against you at a brutal pace once more. Your toes curled and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You came with a shout of Milo's name. He followed short after, spilling his seed into your cunt.

You knew something wasn’t right, normal people don’t drink blood and get strong. But that was a problem for later. Right now you had to focus on getting your body to come back to earth.

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#MCU #Marvel #Blade #Morbius #TFSH #Texts From Superheroes

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of-monsters-and-werewolves · 2 years

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Karen Gillan: MCU, Jumanji.

Jenna Coleman: The Sandman

Matt Smith: ...it's morbin' time

#doctor who #jenna coleman #the sandman #morbius #matt smith #karen gillan #mcu #nebula #jumanji

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timetravellingshinigami · 2 months

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That time Marvel did a collab with Bleach and Tite Kubo drew Aizen in the same style of Lokis first poster.

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The Trailer is already SO bad

#morbius 2 #Marvel #Jared Leto #Disney #morbius #movies #mcu #let’s get it Morbin #its morbin time #fake-destiel-news #destiel meme #news #meme #unreality #this is fake news #Truth: there’s no morbius two but wouldn’t that be fun?

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marvel-lous-guy · 1 year

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Tony: Oh mY gOD WhaT haPpeNeD!?

Peter: I was fighting morbius

Tony: What did he do?

Peter: The fangs... they sucked man

Tony: ...did you just-

Peter: *running away* Please don't kill me!

#its morbin time #tony stark #morbius #spiderman #peter parker #ironman #irondad #spiderson #irondad and spiderson #iron dad #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe

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fairy-writes · 1 year

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LOST PRIVILEGE

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Requester: @stiingrayyyy

Fandom(s): Morbius (2022)

Pairing(s): Michael Morbius x Female!Reader

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Angst, angst with a happy ending

Notes: This also takes place after the Morbius film.

PART TWO TO “LIKE A KNIFE”

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You don’t know why you were waiting for a call.

Maybe a call telling you he was sorry.

A call explaining why he was acting this way.

A call telling you he loved you.

But there was nothing.

There was still radio silence two weeks after your official but unofficial breakup with Michael.

Which you supposed was to be expected. Michael was the one who pushed you away. So why should you expect him to be the one coming back to you? But you wouldn’t be the one crawling back to his feet, begging him to take you back. That would be just stupid.

Plus, you were a grown woman with a job and responsibilities. You couldn’t just leave that behind because Michael decided to break your heart.

But you knew that just made you bitter.

Your phone rang, and you picked it up without thinking or looking at the screen.

“Hello?” You say, and your name spoken through the receiver has you almost dropping your wine glass. It’s late at night, and you thought you could indulge yourself in some alcohol before bed. It wasn’t like you had work tomorrow, given it’s Saturday.

“Morbius?” You whisper and hear a relieved sigh,

“It’s me.” He says simply, and you grip the wine glass in your hand tighter.

“I’m hanging up.” You say and hear the panic in his voice when he replies.

“Wait, don’t—”

You click the end call button and almost immediately see Michael’s face light up on your screen. The picture makes your heart ache. He had surprised you with a surprise trip to Europe, and you were kissing him in front of the Eiffel Tower.

You declined the call again. But when your phone lit up for the third time, you hesitated. Was something wrong? Why else would he be calling you so much?

So you pick up.

“What do you want, Morbius?” You say curtly, and the relief is palpable in his voice.

“Don’t hang up, please.” He says softly, and you set your wine glass down, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.” You say bitterly and can practically imagine him running his free hand through his hair.

“You have every right to. I hurt you.” He says, guilt heavy in his tone.

You almost scoff,

“You did. You scared me, Morbius. So what do you want?” You ask and hear him swallow audibly.

“I want to meet you. Only if you want. I want to talk about everything. You deserve an explanation.” He says, and you straighten up.

“Why explain now? Why couldn’t you explain when I came to see you two weeks ago?” You snap, and he’s silent for a moment.

“Just—please.” Is all he says, and against your will, your heart breaks at the wavering tone in his voice.

“Alright.” You say quietly and hang up with a click.

He texts you the address to a park just down the street from your apartment and asks to meet at nine o’clock PM. You glance at the clock on your phone. Eight-thirty, you’d have to leave in ten minutes, but Michael’s office AND apartment were on the other side of the city. There was no way he’d make it in time.

But, surprisingly, he’s waiting precisely at nine o’clock. So you walk up to the bench he’s at at the agreed meeting time and sit down, pulling your purse into your lap as you watch the cars pass. The park is empty, and the streetlights illuminate the area in a harsh orange glow.

“Martine and Milo are both dead.” He starts, and you whip to look at him, mouth dropping open slightly in shock. Martine had been one of your closest friends and confidants. She had been one of the people rooting for you and Michael.

And Milo… Well, he was a bit odd, but he was friendly and constantly teased Michael about his relationship with you. He was like a brother to Michael. They loved each other as siblings would.

“H—how? When? Were they murdered?” Your questions tumbled out one after the other until you bit your tongue to keep from speaking. Then, finally, Michael leaned his elbows on his knees and put his head in his hands.

“Milo murdered Martine. And I killed Milo.” He whispered, and you recoiled as if slapped.

“I—I don’t understand.” You reply, and he looks at you. His eyes are red-rimmed, and he looks like he’s about to cry.

“You know when you came to see me? My face changed?” He asked, and you nodded, tightening your grip on your purse. You had nightmares about the face he had made. The blood-red eyes and the fangs… It reminded you of a monster.

“I remember.” You say quietly, and he runs a hand through his hair.

“I developed a new treatment in an attempt to cure my blood disease. I spliced DNA from vampire bats and created a serum. It worked… But it turned me into this.” He said and gestured to his body.

“What do you mean? Turned you into what?” You ask, and he bites the inside of his cheek.

“I can’t live without consuming blood. I tried drinking the artificial blood I created, but it doesn’t work anymore. I need… well, I need human blood now.” He says finally, and you have to stop from recoiling.

“You’re a vampire now?” You blurt, and he huffs out a laugh,

“I guess in a way.” He says and turns on the bench to face you. You almost pull away.

Almost. But something tells you to wait, and so you do.

Michael reaches forward with a hesitant hand and takes yours in his. His hands are much larger than yours. He watches your fingers entwined with his with some sort of longing.

It made you hurt.

It made your heart ache and constrict in your chest.

“You called me Morbius on the phone.” He says suddenly, and you blink at the sudden change in conversation.

“I figured I lost the privilege to call you Michael.” You whisper, and his face twists in pain. He looks completely and utterly heartbroken.

“You never lost that.” He replies and places his free hand on your cheek. His hands are rough and calloused. They aren’t a surgeon's hands anymore. They’re fighting hands.

You lean into his touch, reaching up to cradle his hand with your own.

“I—I don’t know if I can forgive you, Michael. At least not yet.” You say, and he nods. You take a breath. “But I’d like to start over. Fresh. Build something new.” You finish, and his eyes brighten, hope sparkling in those deep depths that you loved so much.

“Okay.” He says, and you smile.

#michael morbius #michael morbius x reader #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #sony cinematic universe #mcu x reader #morbius #morbius 2022 #fairy writes

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taxidermymuskrat · 2 years

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Thank the stars the cat didn’t die I was so scared for that babie 😭🙏🏼

#morbius spoilers #although honestly there’s not a whole lot to spoil #besides the end credits #it was p basic #still fun to watch tho #morbius #marvel #mcu #mcu Morbius

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inlovewithquestionablecharacters · 5 months

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Hello I don’t know if you’re currently taking requests but let me tell you. I need more about Milo. If you can. Like he became possessive with reader, jealous of everyone near her.

Milo X Reader: You belong to me

Warnings: Fighting, bar fight, bone breaking, drunk men, sleazy men, smut, dirty talk, dom x sub (kind of), dom Milo, possessive Milo, ass bitting, fingering, making out, penetration ( p in v), unprotected sex, pet names.

Word count: 3K

He's staring again, he knows he is. He also knows he shouldn't but he can't help it. Not when you look like that. You're at the edge of the bar sipping a drink Milo can't quite recognize. He's known you for years but he never noticed what your go to drink was. Perhaps it was because he had been too occupied pretending the pain in his leg wasn't killing him to care or maybe it was because it didn't really matter. He would never be the one to approach you, your favorite drink in hand as he flirted his way into your heart. You'd never made him feel undesirable. He didn't believe you had it in you to make someone feel something like that but you didn't have to, his brain did the work for you. Self loathing does wonders to one's confidence.

Milo has been watching you for a little while now. You hadn't invited him to the bar. It had been a coincidence. He'd sauntered into the pub, his mind set on finding a pretty thing to take home. He needed to test the waters of his new powers and he wanted company to do it. A special kind of company. He had expected to find someone random, anyone who peaked his interest enough. He wasn't expecting to see you, in fact, it was the last thing he expected but he would be lying if the sight of you didn't ignite something inside him.

He still hadn't worked up the courage to walk over. This would be the first you saw him like this. The first time he'd talked to you since the "change". It thrilled him but it also scared him. He wondered how you would react. Would you just stare or would you scream at him for his irresponsible actions? He wouldn't be able to take the look of disappointment on your face. He remembered when you first found out about Michele's unorthodox studies. You didn't speak to the doctor for a week which to some may seem like a small amount of time but that's because they had never met you. They had never had the pleasure of being around you long enough to feel the radiant energy that seeped from you. His fear of your opinion glued him to his spot but it didn't stop him from admiring you. Milo had almost accepted the fact that, despite wanting with all his heart to whisk you away from this dingy bar, you'd probably go home alone. It wasn't until a man approached you that Milos mind changed. He watched the man stumble towards you with a drunken smile on his face. You shuffled slowly to the side trying to put a small distance between the two of you. Milos' hands clenched at his side, his features turning into a scowl as he watched the scene before him. He saw you let out an uncomfortable laugh before shaking your head in a polite no. Milo noticed the way the man's body language shifted at your actions radiating a sort of dangerous energy. Milo didn't like it at all. Before his mind could compute what he was doing his body moved in your direction, his legs moving in steady steps. Milo had gotten to you just as the man had reached out to grab your arm, his body working as a barrier between you and the man. You glanced up at Milo with a look of visible confusion on your face.

“There you are darling. Was wondering where you'd gone.”

“Milo…”

His name left your lips in a breathy whisper sending a chill down his spine.

“Hey asshole we were talking.”

“You know this guy?”

You shook your head timidly, your body moving closer to Milos as you searched for safety. Milo placed his hand on your arm before turning to look at the other man.

“You heard the lady. She doesn't feel like talking to you.”

“That is not what she said.”

“Yeah because she's too polite for that. Luckily for her i’m not, so i'll say what she’s really thinking.”

Milo paused for a moment, his ears picking up on the beating of your heart. It was a bit slower than it had been when he arrived but it was still faster than it should be. The heartbeat of someone who was afraid. The noise seemed to snap something inside Milo's brain, a sudden feeling of rage coming over him.

“Fuck off.”

You let out a small gasp at Milo's words, your fingers digging into his forearm.

“Milo leave it, let's get out of here.”

He hated the way your voice shook as you spoke. He hated the fact that this man had gotten to you. He wanted to rip this neck open in front of this entire bar. He wanted to show them all that you were under his protection and that anyone that messed with you would have to deal with him. But the way you clung to him brought him out of his rage filled daze. He turned to look at you, his hands moving to push a stray hair behind your ear.

“Okay darling, if that's what you want.”

With one meaningful glance at the man Milo turned around, placing his hands on your hips as he guided you away from the bar and towards the door. You’d barely made it five steps when Milo felt something wet on his shoulder. He heard your scream of his name followed by the sound of glass shards falling to the ground. Milo didn’t give himself enough time to think before he pushed you away, his body turning around to face his attacker just as the man prepared himself to land a punch on Milo's face. His fist came in contact with Milo's body but not in the way he’d wanted it to. Instead of knocking into Milos cheek the man's hand found its way into Milos open palm, his eyes widening in fear as he made eye contact with the vampire. Milo twisted the man's arm, cracking the bone with ease. You watched with wide eyes as Milo tugged the man against his chest and whispered something in his ear before shoving him away. The man stumbled to the ground using his unharmed hand to drag himself away from Milo in fear. Milo turned towards you, one hand pushing his hair back as the other reached for your arm. You let Milo drag you away from the bar, your legs moving quickly in order to keep up with his long strides. It was only then that you noticed he was walking without difficulty and without a cane. You stopped walking, your body freezing in the middle of the sidewalk causing Milo to stop as well. He turned to look at you, the anger in his features slipping away as he saw the fear on your face.

“Milo how are you…how did you-”

“It doesn't matter.”

“How the fuck can you say that? You just broke that guys like it was made of fucking paper!”

You glanced down at his legs.

“And you're walking like it's no problem.”

“What a big deal? People do that everyday.”

“Well you're not like most people Milo! You’re-

“What? A sick man? A weakling? A good for-”

“Stop it! I’d never call you any of that and you know it you jerk!”

You turned your face away from Milo, your hands going to wipe away the tears that had started to fall from your eyes. Milos' shoulders sagged at the sight. You just been through hell and here he was yelling at you like you were in the wrong. He called out your name, making you turn to look at him. Your lip shook slightly, making you bite on it in an attempt to look strong.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. Please forgive me.”

He opened his arms to you with a silent request for a hug. You waited for a second before letting your body collide into Milos. He pulled you as close as he possibly could, burying his face into your hair. He listened as your heartbeat calmed down, a small sigh leaving your lips.

“Thank you.”

“Gotta be able to protect what’s mine.”

The words left Milos' lips with little effort. It wasn't until he felt your body tense that he noticed what he had said. He waited in silence, trying to see how you’d react. You shifted against him, lifting your head so you could look into his eyes. When you met his gaze and saw the primal like expression in them your breath caught in your throat. You had no idea what had happened to him. Even though he looked the same as he always had there was something different about the way he looked at you. He looked at you like he was a lion and you were a juicy piece of meat. And though it startled you it also sent a thrill down your spine.

“What’s yours hum?”

Your hand trailed down Milos chest fingers running over the clothes ridges of his abs.

“Yes…”

“And what do you do with what’s yours?”

He couldn't take it anymore. Not with the way your body felt warm against him and the way you bit your lips as you spoke. Milos lips crashed into yours, his hands tangling into your hair as he kissed you. You let him grab onto your body, a small moan leaving your lips when he gives your ass a squeeze. He loved the sounds you made as his hands moved against you. You break the kiss, the need for air getting to you. Milos hands don’t leave your frame, his fingers digging into your hips as he rests his forehead against your.

“Take me to your house.”

“With fucking pleasure darling.”

You’ve been inside Milo's house a thousand times and you knew the layout like the palm of your hand. Even so you managed to walk into the wrong room. You blamed Milo. The way he tugged at your body in desperation left your brain dizzy. You glanced around the room, eyes falling on the desk in the corner.

“This isn’t your bedroom.”

Milo raised his head, detaching his lips from your neck.

“You’re right it's not. But this works.”

“There isn't a bed Milo.”

“Oh darling, who said we need a bed?”

A smirk spread across Milo's face as he watched your eyes widen before glancing to look at the desk once more.

“Well what are you waiting for? Get over there.”

“You want me on your desk?”

“I was thinking more like over my desk but on works too.”

You rubbed tights together at the sound of Milo's voice. You weren’t used to seeing this side of him. He was usually quiet and slightly melancholic. The man in front of you wasn’t like that at all. The man in front of you was demanding and sexy. You'd be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

“I thought I gave you an order darling.”

Milos hand wrapped around your throat squeezing lightly as he leaned down to give your lips a quick peak.

“Get over there. Now.”

“Yes sir.”

You turned around a yelp leaving your lips when you felt Milos hand come in contact with your ass in a rough slap.

“That's my good girl.”

“All yours sir.”

Milo licked his lips making his way to you. He watched as you hopped onto his desk, spreading your legs so that he could see your underwear. A moan left Milos lips as his eyes caught a look at the lace you wore.

“Planning on getting fucked tonight?”

“I was actually. Just wasn’t expecting it to be by you.”

Milos smile drops at your words. He leans in closer, placing his arms beside each of your thighs, caging you with his body. You swallow dry at the sight of the scowl on his face worried you’d angered him somehow. You had made him angry but not at you. Oh no. He was angry at everyone else. Angry at the others that had gotten a chance to look at you, touch you and taste you before him. He loathed them but he couldn’t change the past. The only thing he could do is make sure that for this day forward he was the only one who could have you like this. Milos eyes bore into you the silence making you uneasy but then he gave you a sly grin and you calmed down a bit.

“You think that…”

Milos hands made their way in between your legs rubbing your clothed clit as he spoke.

“Anyone could fuck you better than i can?”

Your hips bucked as Milo pushed your underwear aside playing with your folds for a moment before inserting a digit into your cunt. Your lips fell open as you moaned, closing your eyes as Milo fucked your with his fingers.

“I asked you a question.”

“No i-ugh shit- don’t think anyone can fuck me better than you.”

“And who do you belong to?”

“Ah-fuck please- you Milo. I’m yours, I'm all yours.”

“Good girl.”

You placed your hands behind you, fingers digging into the wooden desk beneath you as Milo kept up his brutal pace.

“Wanna cum pretty thing?”

“Yess please Milo…so close-oh-please don’t stop.”

“Okay i’ll let you cum but first you gotta give me a kiss.”

You pushed yourself up so that you were closer to Milo, one of your hands finding his cheek. He smiled at you, plunging his fingers as deep as he could. You launched forward, giving him a rough kiss.

“Cum princess, go on cum on my fingers.”

He didn’t have to ask you twice. Your body stiffened as your orgasm washed over you, your hands snaking their way across Milo's shoulders as he worked you down from your high. Your body sagged into his as he removed his fingers from your pussy and brought them to his lips. He licked his hand clean of your juices, head falling back at the taste of you.

“Taste so good darling.”

“Yeah?”

“That perfuct fucking pussy.”

“Your perfect fucking pussy.”

Milos dick twitched at your words the sultry tone in them making him feel impossibly harder. You seemed to notice the way his hips shifted closer to you. Your hands made their way to his pants unbuttoning them before reaching into his boxers. Milo groaned as you pallmed his cock making you smirk up at him.

“Happy to see me?”

“You have no idea.”

“I think I got a pretty good feeling.”

Milo laughed, placing a kiss to your cheek as he pushed your hair away from your face. You moved your face so that you could place Milos fingers into your mouth. He watched as you sucked on his digits, never breaking eye contact. You removed his fingers from your mouth with a pop.

“Can I take care of you Milo?”

“As much as I would love that darling, I need to be inside you.”

“OKay. How do you want me?”

Milo pulled you off the desk flipping you around so your back was pressed to his chest.

“Lay down darling.”

“Yes sir.”

You did as he asked your ass brushing against his hard on as you did. Milos hands moved to your hips pulling your dress up so that he could get a good view of your ass. He let out a wolf whistle as he grabbed your cheeks.

“Now that’s an ass I could get used to kissing up to.”

“What's stopping you?”

Milos grinned at you leaning down and giving your butt a soft bite. You pressed your face into the desk at the feeling, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Delectable.”

“Thank you.”

“Oh don’t thank me just yet darling. I’m about to ruin you.”

“I wanna see you try.”

“Is that right?”

“Uh hum.”

Milos hands ran up your bare thigh, his fingers toying with the edge of your underwear before ripping it off in one quick motion. You gasped as the cool air hit your exposed cunt. It wasn't long before the chill air was replaced with the feeling of Milo's warm skin. He inched his dick into your pussy slowly, trying not to cum at the feeling of your walls fluttering against him and the sounds of your squeals. Once he was fully inside he tugged your hair, forcing you to lean off the table. You could feel the outline of Milos abs against your back as he leaned down to suck on your neck.

“This is that last warning darling. Last chance to back out. If I start now I won't be able to control myself.”

“Lucian i swear to god if you don’t fuck me right now.”

Before you could even fully finish your phrase Milo had laid you back down on the desk and started pistoling into you. He’d bring his dick almost all the way out before plugging it back in all the way. Your nipples rubbed against the wood as your body rocked with Milos movements. You could feel the desk creaking beneath you a twinge of worry entering your system but quickly vanishing. So what if he broke the desk? He could afford a new one. What he couldn't afford was cumming before you. Milo's hands found their way to your clit, rubbing it exactly. He felt you clench around him as you came causing him to reach his own orgasm. Your body fell lip on the desk, whimpering as you felt Milo pull out. You shut your eyes listening to Milo walk to the other end of the room. He returned with a wet towel, gently cleaning up the cum that had started to leak down your thighs. You whispered a small thank you, far too tired to move. Milo threw the towel on the floor, his hands wrapping around your waist as he pulled you off of the desk. He sat down on his chair tugging you into his lap. You nuzzled into Milos neck, sighing contentedly. Milos' hands stroked your hair, observing you as sleep seemed to take over your body. He placed a kiss to your hair breathing in your scent. A scent that had been made for him and only him. Everything was just as it should be: you in Milos arms. The place which you’d always belonged to.

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