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BASIC BIOLOGY - BILLY HARGROVE X READER (PART THREE | FINAL PART) | PART ONE | PART TWO

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Summary: you're paired with billy for a biology project. you only visit his house once, but it's enough for you to understand why he doesn't want you to come over again. when he starts showing up more and more in your life, you realize that it's basic biology: you were made for him, and he was made for you.

Contents: mentions of injuries (healed/healing), trauma, discussions of billy's past, angst with a fluffy ending, cows !

A/N: oh my gosh ! the end ! it feels like i've been working on this forever and thinking about it even longer, and as a new-ish writer on the billy scene, i just want to thank you all for how sweet you've been, in response to this fic and many others. your support is so important to me, and i'm so glad that many of you enjoyed this fic. i hope that you like the ending, too, please tell me what you think!

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You wake up beside Billy Hargrove differently than you’d fallen asleep beside him. Where his face had been previously tucked snug to your neck, his breath fanning out over your collarbones, his cheek is smushed to your chest now. His arm is slung over your stomach, one of his legs thrown over your own as his torso lays slumped up against yours. His cheek chubs up where it’s resting on your breast, and- god, his eyelashes are beautiful. The eyes behind them are just as gorgeous, but for now you’re glad they’re shut. He looks so relaxed, so peaceful, and you’d stay still for an eternity beneath him if it meant he’d be able to stay in that drowsy state of serenity.

His curls are mussed with sleep, bent out of shape and frizzy where they’d typically be slicked. There’s still bruises littered over his face but they’ve already begun healing, shifting in color to be lighter and less jarring.

Your fingers come up without you noticing to brush over one of his curls. It’s soft to the touch, and you give it an experimental squeeze, watching as it bounces back. You notice that it’s tangled slightly with another strand, and brush your pinky between them to separate the tangle.

It must tug lightly on Billy’s scalp, because he heaves an unconscious sigh. You wait for him to frown, to wake and snap at you for touching his precious hair, but he never does. Instead he settles again, eyes still firmly shut.

You can’t help it; you reach for his scalp. Your nails scrape gently, ever-so-slightly over his skin, brushing over hundreds of individual strands of hair rooted there and curled together.

Your breath catches in your throat as he moves. He hums, deep, soft, and low in his throat, the sound vibrating in his chest that’s pressed to your side. It sends a shiver up your spine, but it’s quickly quelled with the warmth that comes from his face as he presses it even further into your chest. Now his cheek is practically invisible, buried in your breast and angling his nose to one side. He tightens his arm around your waist, hoisting himself up and over you even further than he’d been before. He reminds you of a cat, purring and leaning into soft touches.

He seems to like it, so you don’t stop. You rove your fingers through every inch of his scalp, scratching and stroking and smoothing through his curls until they’re a mass of individual strands instead of grouped twists. It’s ridiculously soft, and you wonder how you’ve been able to refrain from touching his hair before now.

There’s nothing you’d rather do than stay here for eternity. Holding him, brushing through his hair, loving him. But your bladder has other wishes.

Wrestling yourself out from under him is difficult, but he accepts a pillow in exchange for your torso. He burrows his face into it just the same, and you can’t help but brush over his curls one last time as you stand over him, tucking the blankets up and around his shoulders.

When he’s securely tucked into your covers and snoozing away, you pad out of your bedroom, thankful that your parents work early shifts.

You seem to have woken up at a perfect time to make a breakfast larger than you normally do. It takes double the time to prepare a meal for the two of you, and you’re thankful that you think to group the eggs together in a pan to cut that extra time down. You’re setting plates at the table, stuffed with eggs, toast, and fresh fruit when Billy emerges from the hallway, staring cautiously at you where he stands.

His hair is haphazardly smoothed, but there’s no fixing the frizz that your fingers had worked out of it. Your clothes look good on him, even if the sweatpants are stretched over his upper calves instead of at his ankles from how he’d shifted in his sleep. Your shirt is riding up at his stomach and you politely avoid looking at his toned torso, even if you really want to.

“Breakfast,” You hum, pointing your spatula at the table, “Orange juice or milk?”

“Uh-” He flounders, blinking rapidly, “Water, please. Or- I can get it.”

He makes to step towards the kitchen but you whirl your spatula around to face him, intent on pampering the boy, “No, just go sit down. I can do it.”

He looks properly chided, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips as he ducks to hide it from you.

You set an ice cold glass of water at his place and notice that he’s waited to begin eating until you sat down. You give him the go-ahead, digging into a chunk of egg with your fork.

“Sleep good?” You glance up at him, a questioning glance shot through your lashes. He nods, silent and careful, and you realize that he seems to have closed himself off since last night, and you think that maybe leaving the bed before he woke wasn’t the best idea, even if it was just to make breakfast. You try remedying it by knocking your foot against his under the table, and he nearly chokes on his water. You leave your foot pressed flush to his own, a constant reminder of your touch on his skin.

“Does your stomach still hurt?” You try again, gulping down OJ.

“A bit,” His morning voice is raspy and you know you’re going to fawn over it later, even if you’re trying hard not to take advantage of his vulnerability.

“It’s mostly a cut up here,” He reaches a hand under his (your) shirt, rubbing at a patch below his left pec. You can see his fingers move under the shirt, and you remember the wound that’s there from last night.

“That probably means your ribs aren’t broken,” You conclude, relief washing over you at the fact that his bruises are just that.

“Nah, not broken,” He shakes his head, stuffing fruit into his mouth and ignoring the way juice drips down his chin, “I know what a broken rib feels like.”

You still, looking up suspiciously at him with your head ducked to your plate. His shoulders slump, “Just some kid from school. He had rings on, and he hit hard.”

“Oh,” You supply lamely, “I’m glad they healed.”

You eat in silence for a few bites, but he doesn’t shy away from your touch beneath the table, and you’re thankful for that. He even shifts his foot to press more against yours, his sock slightly itchy against your skin. Right after he leans into your touch, he speaks.

“My dad doesn’t usually… do this. This was bad, he tries not to leave marks. I think-” He hesitates, and you nudge his foot with your own again, encouraging him, “I think he’d be even more angry if I missed school than whatever he was mad about in the first place. So he has to keep things inconspicuous. And if anyone sees anything I just have to make excuses.”

“I’m sorry,” You say, not out of pity, but sympathy, “I… I really don’t know how you do it. You’re strong, Billy, y’know that?”

He scoffs into his honeydew.

“I mean it,” You press on, “You just… take it. You let him do that to you because if you fight back other people might get hurt, and that takes strength. Even if it feels weak to get beat on, just know you’re saving your stepsister and her mom, and… I’m proud of you.”

He stills for a moment, jaw stiffening in the middle of a chewing motion. He swallows dry, but whatever it is goes down fine, and he clears his throat without meeting your eye.

“He used to hit my mom,” Billy admits, voice now hoarse from emotion rather than sleep. He scrunches his eyes shut momentarily, “I.. I couldn’t stop him. I was too young. And she left. So I guess I just… got bigger. Just in case.”

You recall seeing a set of weights in his living room. You had presumed they were his, but hadn’t bothered to ask among discussions of mitosis. Now, though, you realize he’s bulked himself up to combat his dad’s abuse, even if he uses it to protect others rather than himself.

It spreads a thin layer of mist over your eyes, the thought of preteen Billy experimenting with handheld five-pounders in hopes of blocking a punch. What hits you even harder is his current image, a toned teen who still doesn’t have the heart to hit back.

You can’t figure out how to respond. If you say you’re proud of him again, he might shut down. If you sound like you’re pitying him, he’ll be angry. So instead you reach over the table, your fork clattering to the wood as you take his free hand.

He’s startled by the sudden movement paired with the noise, but he makes up for his momentary flinch by ghosting his thumb softly over the back of your hand. His fingers don’t curl against yours, so it’s not a mutual gesture, you’re just holding his hand. Slowly, surely, his fingers move inch by inch, slipping between your own and settling against your skin.

You wonder if it’s the first time anyone’s ever held his hand.

“Thanks,” He breathes, his breath a huff of cantaloupe scent. He sniffles, hard, aggressively, and you know he doesn’t want you to acknowledge the tear that streaks fast down his cheek.

You let him wipe it away without saying anything, even though you want to tell him it’s okay. You hope that the way you squeeze his hand tells him that, though, because it’s true. It’s okay for him to cry, and you’re glad that, even if he tries hiding it around you, he feels safe enough to let the tears fall in the first place.

The rest of your breakfast is filled with mindless chatter, a few gossip strands weaving their way through an otherwise pleasant conversation. He learns that Amanda Weaver has been telling everyone he gave her a promise ring, but you’d seen her fish the plain silver band off of her keychain.

“I don’t even know her,” He snorts, “And promise rings are dumb.”

Your nose wrinkles, “I don’t think so. They’re cute.”

“They’re pointless,” He insists, shoveling egg into his mouth, “Having a ring to chuck in the garbage is gonna hurt a whole lot more when they leave.”

“If.” You murmur.

“Hm?” He glances up at you, mouth full.

“If they leave.” You correct him quietly, “Some people stay.”

He’s frozen. Baby blues unblinking, he stares at you like a deer in headlights. You hold his gaze with your own steady one, waiting until his brain wraps around what you’re really trying to tell him: I’ll stay.

He’s quiet, for a long time. He keeps his eyes on his eggs, roving over every crease and hill in their structure. Then he mumbles so soft you can barely hear it, “Right.”

There’s a thousand things you want to say. A thousand promises you want to make, a thousand reassuring words you want to mumble against his skin so that they’re absorbed. But the not-so-nice blare of your kitchen timer kindly reminds you it’s time to get to school, and you settle for none at all.

“Shit,” You mumble, shoveling your last bite of melon into your mouth and standing, “I’ll get my-!”

You glance back at him when you feel a tug, and he’s sitting in place, hand still entwined with yours. He’s cautious, frozen, and you melt into a smile, squeezing his hand.

“My bag.” You clarify, “Are we taking the bus, or walking to your place?”

“Let’s walk,” He decides, his hand never letting up in its grip on yours. It’s bold, it’s forward, it’s healing.

“Okay,” You grin, keeping your fingers tightly curled around Billy’s and tugging him up through the shared embrace, “Let’s go! I’ve gotta be on time today, we’re taking a quiz in first period.”

“We don’t have to go in, we can just get my car.” He lets you drag him to the living room, “The only thing I keep in my bag are cigarettes, anyways. I can bum a few.”

“Billy,” You scold, “Where do your papers go?”

“In the trash.”

“Nice,” You scoff, wincing as you step outside and the harsh sunlight hits your eyes. You fumble with your house keys, slipping them into the lock to close up the house, “I’m gonna buy you a binder. And you’re gonna put your school stuff in it, nice and neat, and you’re gonna carry a pencil, and you’re gonna bring water, and you’re gonna-”

“And you’re gonna fall,” He yanks on your hand, pulling you tight to his side as he points at a rock you’d been headed for, “Pay attention, clumsy.”

“Oh.” You flounder, his toned arm against your cheek as you struggle to right yourself, “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” He flashes you a grin you’ve seen before, primarily aimed at his basketball teammates or a girl he’s chatting up. It’s confident, shit-eating, and it sends a wave of butterflies through your stomach.

The walk to his house isn’t terribly long. It’s a trek, for sure, but you’re there in under a half-hour, laughing all the while. Billy’s hand is still firmly gripping yours, and he’s funny, you remember, when he’s not crying.

“Dad’s not home,” He clocks the car missing from the driveway, “I can get mine and go.”

“Get your bag,” You order, face stern and brows scrunched, “And don’t throw away any of your school papers today!”

“No promises, babe,” He teases, his own key in his pocket as he jams it into the door. You’re thankful that he turns away to step inside so that he doesn’t see your eyes widen at the nickname, but you hope your hand doesn’t begin to sweat, or he’ll notice.

“Maxine?” He calls, shouting through the house. There’s no reply, and her sneakers aren’t by the front door, so you presume she’s not home.

“Probably skated,” Billy shrugs, “My bag’s in my room.”

He doesn’t have to drag you there, you know the way. You send a withering glare towards the room at the end of the hall, where you know Billy’s dad sleeps, as if it’ll cast a curse over the doorway and land him seven years of bad luck. You see the fireplace poker on your way, set neatly back in its place. There’s blood on it.

He changes quick, and you occupy yourself with the collection of tapes by his closet. He’d yanked your shirt right off of his head like you weren’t standing there, but when you’d turned with burning cheeks to give him some privacy, he hadn’t said anything.

Billy’s persistence on holding your hand is sweet, but surprising. The last thing you’d have expected from him was a clingy puppy-boy, but his head turns to track you whenever your hand nearly slips out of his own, and he wrestles with his bag one-handed instead of dropping the embrace. You’re just glad he’s finally holding onto something good in his life instead of pushing it away.

You think it’s a massive inconvenience that he can’t drive while holding your hand. He tries, at first, resting them on the center console, but when he changes lanes and almost overshoots it, you pry your hand out of his own.

“Two hands,” You laugh bashfully, “It’s okay, we- uh, later… later we can…”

“Later,” He turns his head to grin at you, a brilliant display as he slaps his now-free hand onto the wheel, “Later’s good.”

Unfortunately, later gets pushed back a lot. When Billy pulls into the parking lot, the bell rings. He knows you’re going to be late for your quiz, so he doesn’t try to keep you, smiling softly, “Just go. See you in bio.”

Then between classes, you catch a glimpse of him in the hall. Your stomach starts acting up again, butterflies coming in droves, mind reeling with the thought of him grabbing your hand in public. He almost does, eyes widening as he catches sight of you, broad shoulders muscling everyone out of the way. But before he can reach you, a similarly-toned man steps up beside him, a basketball jersey slung over his frame.

He talks, and talks, and talks and talks and talks, all waving arms and loud jeering. Billy tries holding your gaze over his shoulder, nodding mindlessly along to whatever the boy is saying, but the warning bell rings and you send him a soft, defeated smile.

‘Later,’ You mouth, and his eyes dim when he nods.

Your efforts are futile at lunch, too. He has the class period before with a few of his friends, loud and brash, not your style. It means that you occupy your normal seat, a corner of a bench that the group to your left isn’t using, and tug out a book to entertain yourself. You feel his gaze burning against the side of your head, but if you get caught staring at him, his friends will turn it into some wild story about how you’re infatuated with him, and you’re not the type of person that makes that observation a compliment, at least, not to Billy’s friends. You almost hope he stops looking at you, too, because if they catch him staring, you don’t know how they’ll torment you.

It almost kills him to wait until you’re seated together in biology to reach for your hand. You’d never seen him arrive to class earlier than today, he’s even there before you are. He doesn’t bother to hide his staring, icy eyes tracking you from the second you walk through the door to the second you sit beside him.

You’re thankful that you’re officially seated together now, and you’re thinking that maybe you don’t hate group projects as much as you thought you did.

“Hey,” He murmurs, sliding his hand across the back of yours under the desk.

“Hey,” You hum, flipping your hand over to meet his palm-to-palm.

Everything seems right with the world again.

There’s a certain security you get from Billy’s touch, even if he probably gets more from yours. Having someone to hold grounds you, and you hope it does the same for him. It’s strange, feeling such a strong connection to someone you’d only started talking to days before, but you suppose that’s what happens when you remove all of the formalities of friendship. Your first sleepover just happened to be in an effort to keep him alive, not to eat junk food and watch movies.

You try to pay attention to the teacher, you really do. But she’s nowhere near as interesting as the soft scratching of Billy’s pencil on your paper, and you can’t help but watch as he writes.

You need a ride home?

You reach for your own pencil, scrawling your answer and sliding the paper to him in response

I can take the bus. You should take Max, she skated this morning.

He nearly breaks his pencil writing: She’s got tutoring after school today, she skates home anyways.

Okay, You decide, and you see him smile out of the corner of his eye as you write the word, Thanks, Billy.

He squeezes your hand, and he doesn’t need to write ‘You’re welcome’ for you to know it’s what he’s saying.

Biology typically drones on. You try to stay on top of your schoolwork, of course, but that doesn’t mean you enjoy it. The class is suddenly a lot less dreary with Billy beside you, and it becomes a game of stifling giggles. He steps on the toe of your shoe beneath the table, you tug at one of his curls. He crowds your space with his shoulder and nudges you to the edge of your seat, you let go of his hand to pinch at his thigh. He has to stifle a groan at that one, and to do so he thumps his head forwards on his desk, using the cool plastic against his forehead to quell his rugged laughter.

The thunk of his head against the desk alerts your teacher, and you sit up straight, eyes on your paper that’s covered in doodles as you try not to laugh. She scoffs, seeing Billy slumped over the desk, and probably assumes he’s fallen asleep. When she turns away, you elbow him, dipping your head down to where his rests on the desk to whisper in his ear.

“Cut it out,” You hiss, kicking his foot beneath the desk, “She almost saw!”

“Oh no,” He gushes, turning his head so that a sliver of his face shows, glinting with a shit-eating grin, “Do you think we’ll get in trouble?”

“It’s not funny!” You insist, keeping your voice as hushed as possible, “I’ve never been in trouble before, and if I get sent to the principal’s office, I’ll-”

“Y/L/N! Hargrove!” You stiffen at the voice of your teacher, your eyes widening where Billy’s only sparkle with excitement, “You two seem distracted. Anything on your minds?”

“Not mitosis.” Billy quips, straightening up from the desk and leaning back in his chair. He earns a few laughs from his scattered friends, and the teacher’s face hardens. Your stomach drops.

“You think you’re funny? You’re one missed homework assignment from failing this class. And now you’re dragging Y/N into this, too? Both of you, head to the front office. This ends here.”

There are tears burning at your eyes. You’re not the best student in the world. Hell, you’re not even in the top ten. But you’re not a bad one either, at best you slip through the cracks. You’ve never had disciplinary action taken against you, and gathering your things amongst the tense silence of your peers feels like a death sentence.

Billy barely remembers to get his own bag, and he pointedly leaves his papers scattered over his desk. You scoop them up in your own handful, and he waits diligently by your side as you pick up your things. When you’re finally packed up he snatches your hand from where it’s hanging at your side, marching the both of you to the door.

He offers the teacher a very quaint, very polite middle finger as he drags you out of the door, and that’s what does it. The second the door shuts behind you, you burst into tears.

He looks up, alarmed at the sob you let out. The classroom you’d just exited has a row of windows that your back is facing, and he’s worried that if you turn slightly, your classmates will see you cry. As much as you’d told him it was okay to cry this morning, he’s sure you wouldn’t want your peers witnessing the meltdown you’re having. He acts fast, using your intertwined hands and yanking you into the nearest bathroom.

Your sobs echo off of the tile, and he pulls you haphazardly into his chest. Your head rests there pitifully, shoulders slumped as you cry.

“Jesus, okay,” He pants, peering under the few stalls in the back to make sure you’re alone, “What’s wrong?”

“I- I don’t know!” You do know, but it feels embarrassing to say it out loud, “I just- I’ve never been in trouble before, and it’s going on my-” You break to quell another sob, tamping it down in your chest, “Permanent record, and-!”

“Okay, calm down.” Billy scoffs, and you’re surprised to find that it’s not a derogatory one, but a fond one, “It’s fine. All we were doing was talking, it’s not like we were smoking weed in the bathroom.”

Your head shoots up and you recognize your surroundings. You glare at him suspiciously, “You don’t have any weed on you, right?”

“No!” He laughs incredulously, “I do not have any weed on me. Now,” He takes your shoulders in his broad hands, and your fingers go cold now that his aren’t intertwined with them anymore.

“You and I are gonna calm down,” He tells you, voice slow and steady. You’re the only one that needs to calm down, but you appreciate his cooperation.

“Then we’re gonna leave this bathroom, and do you know where we’re gonna go?”

“The front office,” You recite, but he breaks into a grin, shaking his head so that his curls fly.

“But that’s where she told us-”

“She can suck my dick.” Billy scoffs, “She made you cry. Forget her.”

“Billy, I can’t just forget her,” You insist, eyes wide and teary, “She’s our teacher!”

“Today’s Friday,” He reminds you, “She’s not our teacher again until Monday.”

“Fine. Where are we really going?” You look at him skeptically, raising your hand to wipe your nose against its back.

“Okay, first, ew.” Billy wrinkles his nose, yanking your hand away from your face and wiping it with a paper towel that he jerks out of the machine. He wipes your nose next, but he does it aggressively, smearing the paper towel against your face and pushing your head back until you’re laughing, trying to swat him away. The sound makes him smile, and it doesn’t fade as he continues talking.

“We’re gonna go see a movie,” He decides, hiking the strap of his bag higher up on his shoulder. Your face darkens slightly, goofy grin dimming.

“We can’t.” You protest softly, “She told us to go to the front office. You said it yourself, Billy, we were just talking. But if we ditch, we’ll be in more trouble, real trouble.”

“I’m always in trouble,” He huffs, “And you’re never in trouble. You really think this’ll be a breaking point for either of us?”

“What’s gonna happen when we don’t show up to the office?”

“They’ll give us detention.”

“We have to go, then!” Your eyes go wide, and you start for the door. He lunges for your hand, grabbing it just before you can push your way out, and this time he doesn’t drop it when he pulls you back inside.

“Detention means we’ll get to sit together for two hours and mess around.”

“No we can’t,” You scoff, “They monitor you. So we can’t just mess around.”

“Hey.” He snaps, begging your attention with those icy blue eyes of his, “Have you ever been in detention before?”

“No.” You admit quietly.

“Right. I have. They don’t care. They don’t want to be there, and they know we don’t either. They’re not gonna punish us any further, ‘cause then they’d just have to sit there with us for longer. Trust me, this will be fun.”

“Fun,” You groan, slumping forwards into his chest rather than covering your face with your hands. It’s a bold move, but a well-received one, and you feel his firm chest shake as he chuckles.

“Yes, fun.” He promises, “But if you really wanna walk up to that office and get lectured…”

“Billy,” You bite the inside of your cheek, lifting your head up so that your chin rests against his chest, “I.. I do. I’m sorry, I know you want to have fun, and- and you can go to the movies if you want! But I don’t want detention on my record. Even if it won’t do anything, I just- it sounds bad.”

“Okay.” He says, after a moment of tense silence. His grin fades, but he doesn’t scoff or push you away. He sighs dramatically, “You’re changing me, y’know. Normally I’d be halfway home by now, but you’ve got me hauling myself in to see the principal, this is bullshit.”

“I told you you could go to the movies!” You gush, laughing weakly at his dramatic display. He brings one of his large hands up to your face, smearing his rough thumb beneath your eyes and wiping away the sticky tear tracks there.

“No,” He sighs again, huffing and puffing, “I’m the one that got you in trouble, I’m not gonna ditch you. We’ll just suffer together.”

His words strike something in you. He’s chosen to change himself, to face consequences for his actions when he’d normally flee. You’re proud of him, so insanely proud that you decide to change yourself as well, and when he leads you towards the office by your intertwined hands, you turn sharply and drag him the other way.

“Wha- Woah.” His eyes widen as you yank him down the hallway, your feet slapping against the shitty linoleum flooring. You beeline for the door, bursting into the daylight with your adrenaline-pumped chest heaving. You come to a stop just outside the building, looking back at him with a thrill glowing in your eyes.

“What movie are we seeing?” You pant, and his grin reappears.

“You’re trouble.” He declares in a laugh, “Let’s go.”

Billy drives fast. This time it doesn’t seem like recklessness, though, but fun. The windows are rolled down, and wind whips through the car and ruffles your hair. His own blonde curls are flying, in his face and over his shoulders against the seat.

“Slow down!” You shriek, laughing through your words, “We’re gonna crash!”

“What are we gonna crash into,” He gestures to the empty road in front of you, all farmland and dust as the same laughter bleeds into his own voice, “A haybale? You want me to slow down so you can admire the scenery?”

There is no scenery. There’s fields, half-dead grass rolling on for miles and miles and passing by so fast that it looks like the sand on a beach. The sky is your ocean, blue and foamy white where clouds streak across it. You pass isolated barns, groves of trees, and-

“Cows!”

“What?”

“Cows! There’s cows up there,” You gush, pointing aggressively at the pasture, “Stop!”

“I can’t-! Uh, okay,” Billy rushes to step on the brakes, wheels screeching against the poorly-paved asphalt as he skids to a stop.

You’re surprised he doesn’t burn through his tires with how fast he stops. You’re out of the car before he can even turn to look at you, seatbelt long unbuckled in favor of dashing for the cows. They’re grazing aimlessly in their pasture, only a weak white fence standing between you and them.

“Hey- Hey!” Billy shouts, rushing to get himself out of the car. He’s panting slightly when he finally stands beside you, regarding you with an indignant look, “What the fuck was that about?”

“Cows,” You croon, sticking your hands over the fence and reaching for the animals, “Come pet the cows with me, Billy!”

One of them seems very interested in any potential snacks your hand might be hiding. Its large, wet nose bumps against your skin and you laugh, long and loud and free, letting the animal explore your scent and petting along its face when it finally realizes you have nothing yummy to offer it.

There’s damp bits of grass stuck to your arm from where its mouth nuzzles against you,, and its tongue is purple when it comes out to swipe along your skin. You shriek, the sound morphing into an elated giggle.

“Oh,” Billy’s nose wrinkles and he takes a step back, “Gross.”

“It’s not gross!” You insist, pulling your arm away to wipe the grass on your jeans, “That’s just what cows do. You’ve never pulled over to pet some?”

“No,” He scoffs, “That’s the most ‘country’ shit I’ve ever heard.”

“Yeah,” You nod gleefully, and he thinks maybe you’ve misinterpreted the scathing tone of his voice, “Come on, Billy, come pet the cows!”

“No thanks,” He shakes his head, “I’m gonna go smoke in the car. Jus’ come back when you’re done.”

You let him head back to the car only for long enough to get a few more scratches in under the chin of a cow to your right. Then you beeline for the passenger’s side, and Billy looks surprised at your arrival.

“Done?”

“No,” You shake your head, reaching for your backpack, “I’m just getting my strawberries.”

“Uh,” Billy watches, apprehensive as you pull a plastic bag of the fruit from your backpack, “You’re not gonna feed those to the cows, are you?”

“Duh,” You nod, pulling the bag open and nearly ripping the seam, “Cows love strawberries, I feed ‘em all the time.”

“You what?” Billy looks at you like you’ve told him you’re made of the red fruit you’re holding, “You’re gonna stick your fingers next to those animal’s faces with food in your hands and you don’t think they’re gonna bite you?”

“No, Billy, cows don’t bite! Not like that,” You insist, hair flying as you shake your head. “I’m not gonna put my fingers in their faces, I’m gonna hold the strawberries on my palm. Then they can’t bite me. Come on, I’ll show you!”

“I’m not feeding cows,” Billy insists, but he moves to get out of the car anyway. When he’s standing at full height he rips the cigarette out from between his lips, blowing smoke into the road, “But I’m not gonna let you run off on your own and get mauled by some hunk of beef.”

“You’re totally gonna feed the cows,” You grin, eyes narrowed at him as you turn on your heel and head back to the fence, “You’ll see!”

You’re already jamming your hand under a cow’s mouth, a strawberry staining your palm red and sticky, when Billy saunters up to the fence. He watches warily as you let the cow nose at your fingers, then it sticks its tongue out to sweep the fruit off of your skin.

You giggle at the ticklish feeling, but Billy’s mouth falls open in horror.

“Oh,” He groans, nose scrunched and grimace strong, “That’s so fucking gross. Its tongue is purple.”

“It’s cool!” You insist, offering the cow a hearty rub between the ears as it munches on your strawberry, hand slimy with spit, “Is there much farmland in California?”

“A bit,” Billy shrugs, blissfully unaware of the curious cow sneaking up behind him as he’s turned towards you, leaning sideways on the fence. “It’s kind of a mix. We didn’t live anywhere near farmland, but sometimes we went to visit Susan’s-!”

Before he can tell you what random relative lived far out in the California farmlands, there’s a cow tongue in his ear.

He jolts away from the fence with a squawk, nearly toppling over as one hand comes up to cover his ear. You’re roaring with laughter even as you help steady him, one hand on his shoulder and the other on his waist while he stumbles to a stop a few feet away from the fence.

“He was looking for strawberries,” You giggle, pulling your sleeve over your hand to wipe cow spit off of his cheek, “I think that was your official welcome to Indiana, Billy.”

“Laugh all you want,” He groans, smearing his own hand over his face to rid his skin of any residual slime you’d missed, “But if we ever make it to an ocean and you wipe out, I’m laughing at you.”

“Deal,” You grin sideways at him, another strawberry in hand.

Of course, Billy does end up feeding the cows. It takes another round of hand-holding, though, where you place the strawberry in his palm and flatten yours beneath it.

“Just be patient,” You murmur, feeling Billy’s hand tense as the cow noses at his fingers, “He just wants to say hi.”

“We’ve been acquainted,” Billy drawls, grimacing once more as the cow licks the strawberry off of his palm, “He tried eating the thoughts out of my head.”

“What thoughts?” You tease, but before you can gauge the situation and figure out whether you need to start running or not, Billy flips his hand over his shoulder to where you’re standing pressed to his back, and smears his sticky palm across your face.

“Oh,” You gasp, eyes squeezed shut and nose scrunched. You stagger backwards, nearly colliding with his car, “Gross!”

“Oh, really?” Billy roars with laughter, grabbing you around the waist and leaning his chin over your shoulder as he presses your back to his chest, “I thought it was an Indiana welcome! I thought it was cool!”

“Not when you do it!” You can’t help but laugh, trying desperately to hold the cracked pieces of your disgusted facade together, “You’re not as cute as a cow!”

You’re lying, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“And to think,” He scoffs, loosening his hold on you but not letting go completely, “I was gonna buy your movie ticket for you.”

You’d almost forgotten your movie adventure. You’d been so wrapped up in having fun with Billy, soaring down the streets with music blaring from the speakers that you’d completely ignored the way he’d driven miles away from any nearby movie theater.

“Hey, yeah,” You stiffen in his grip, turning your head to knock your forehead with his. You try not to pay attention to how close you two are, keeping your focus on his stunning blue eyes, “Why are we out here? The theater’s back that way.” You jerk your thumb behind you in the direction you’d came, and his face settles into a smirk once more.

“We’re not going to that shitty theater,” He boasts, “We’re going to a drive-in. It’s a few miles into the next town over.”

It makes sense, you suppose. He has a cool car, and what better place to show it off?

“I’ve never been to a drive-in,” You gush, excitement brewing in your belly, “What are the showtimes?”

“Dunno.” He shrugs, finally letting you go to saunter back to his car and lower himself into the driver’s seat. You follow to the passenger’s side, tucking the empty plastic bag back in your backpack.

“We’ll catch something.” He reasons, hands finally back on the wheel as you shut your door and buckle your seatbelt, “People around here have nothing better to do, I bet there’s movies playing every hour.”

He gets started on the road once more, and you decide to let him drive uninterrupted. Although it hurts you to watch unpet cows whizz by the windows, you know you’ll be back too late if you keep stopping. When his tires crunch against gravel, then smooth over dirt, the unlit neon sign of the drive-in looms overhead. He leans out of the window at the counter, ordering a large popcorn and two sodas along with your tickets in that rough drawl of his.

He’s a bit rough when he stops on the asphalt, but that’s just how he drives. He’s used to driving recklessly, it’s not a habit easily broken. You hope you can help him live better, sending him a soft, sweet smile as he passes you your soda.

“This view good?” He glances over at you, hand already buried in the popcorn.

You nod emphatically, “Mhm! What movie?”

“No clue,” He lets out a huff of a laugh, “Does it really matter?”

“No,” You shrug, “‘Guess not.”

“It’s almost five,” Billy glances at his watch, “Are your parents gonna freak if you’re not home by dark?”

“They’re having dinner with friends tonight,” You recall relievedly, “They’ll probably be out way later than us. And they’ll just leave dinner in the fridge, they won’t know I’m gone.”

“Nice,” Billy nods, absentmindedly gnawing on a solid popcorn kernel, “My dad never goes out with friends. He doesn’t really have any, I don’t think. Susan does, work friends, but she’s probably not eager to show off her husband.”

He speaks about his dad with a bitter tone in his voice, words coming out brittle like they’ll snap if he tries putting any feeling into them. You hum in understanding; if your husband was like Neil Hargrove, you wouldn’t bring him around your friends either.

“You have friends,” You hum, “Don’t you ever eat out with them?”

“Uh,” He turns his head to stare expectantly at you, “Hello? Remember how I drove you a town over to see a movie, and I let you stop us halfway to stage a petting zoo?”

“I don’t mean me,” You gush, “Like, your other friends! The guys on the basketball team, or whoever you usually hang out with. That little crowd. You don’t go out with them?”

“Not really,” Billy shrugs, “They’re not my friends. Not like- um,” He drops his gaze to his lap, picking at the bucket of popcorn, “Not like you are.”

“Oh.” Is all you can manage, then you wet your throat to speak again, “They seem… no offense, shallow. Like- like they only talk about superficial stuff together. I’ve heard some of your conversations, I think.”

“Oh, so you’re updated on the riveting world of Hawkins High’s popularity pageant?” He scoffs, reaching for a cigarette, “Shit’s so stupid.”

“You say that from the top of the food chain,” You point out tentatively, “You don’t like it there?”

“It’s better than nothing.” He slows his attempts to self-medicate, hand frozen where he’s striking his lighter, “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I’m not getting pushed into lockers. But, it’s like-” His fingers tighten slightly around the cig, jaw tight, “I got there because of what I have, not who I am. And not even that, I got there because of what it looks like I have. They think I’m some kind of rich kid ‘cause I have a nice car, but we’re lucky we don’t live in the trailer park. They think I’m mowing my way through the cheerleading team because they’ve seen us talking before. Sure, maybe I’ve flirted with a few, but-” His face darkens in frustration, nose scrunching slightly, “On the weekends, my dad makes me do shit around the house. And on the weekdays, I’m looking after my sister.”

You don’t point out his slip-up, how in a fit of passion he’s dropped the ‘step-’. It’s nice to hear.

“I have no time to sleep around,” He chuckles darkly, disdainfully, “Not often. But because people like me, or- or like what they think of me, they just assume I’m selling myself out for it.”

“It’s bullshit,” He concludes, huffily so, “It’s all bullshit. And it’s not gonna last past high school.”

A tense silence falls over the car after he’s finished speaking. You suppose you shouldn’t be surprised anymore, not after two days of emotional curveballs from the man, but you think it might be the most you’ve ever heard him speak.

He looks nervous, fiddling with the keys in his ignition. Before he can regret opening up, you reach out to take his hand, pulling it away from the keys and linking yours into it on his thigh.

“I’m glad I’m your friend, Billy.” You confess, equal parts honest and tender. You want the words to soak into his veins, flow through his bloodstream and bloom sweet blossoms inside that light up his dark world.

“Me too,” He breathes, eyes glued to your intertwined hands as he tightens his fingers into the grip. As if on cue, the movie screen lights up, and it’s just barely dark enough outside to see the film.

“Here we go,” You settle in your seat, keeping your hand securely in his own, “Popcorn?”

Billy uses his free hand to pass the bucket over, and you can feel the heat concealed by the thick paper bucket hovering just above your hands. You munch on the buttery snack, a kernel already lodged in your teeth.

To Billy’s slight disinterest, it’s an old romance movie. He should have known, all that ever plays at these movie marathon nights are romances and beach flicks. He has a fleeting thought that he’d rather be watching women in bikinis, but it seems like something he shouldn’t think while holding your hand, so he pushes it away and tries to focus on the grainy, black-and-white footage.

The transatlantic accents and over-dressed main characters only hold his attention for a few minutes. But he’s family to Neil Hargrove, and he knows how to tune out a boring speech. He focuses more on the warmth that your hand pushes against his, sweet and soft and soothing like the blanket he used to get tucked in under at his grandma’s house. His grandma who knitted that blanket herself, just for him, and who slipped him strawberry sweets anytime his dad got too drunk to notice. And the way you hold his hand feels just like his mother used to, with her thumb stacked on his so that she could stroke it like you’re doing now. He’s only held his dad’s hand a few times, and he’s not able to remember much. He just remembers his mom had always dropped Neil’s hand in a big dramatic fashion, claiming that it was like holding a dead fish.

There’s nothing morbid about holding your hand, though. You’re not stiff and cold like his father, your fingers curve around his and mold to his skin. You not only reciprocate, you initiate, squeezing at a funny line or brushing over the back of his hand.

You’re all the best parts of the people he’s loved, and none of the bad parts of the ones he couldn’t. If he was any sleazier, he’d ask if it hurt when you fell from heaven.

You let out a particularly sweet laugh at a scene and the sound takes him back to only a few nights ago, sitting on his bed and feeling safe. He’d actually forgotten about his father until the man had stormed his bedroom, and he marvels at how you’d managed to suck the terrible thoughts from his head.

Your study session puts mitosis in his mind. Then biology, and he wonders if there’s ever been two organisms more compatible with each other. Personally, he thinks your biology is pretty basic: you were made for him, and he was made for you.

He’s broken out of his scientific reverie when your head falls to his shoulder. You throw a quick glance up at him through your lashes, silently begging for permission for something you’ve already done. His heart thuds in his chest as he watches you with curious eyes, and a slow nod of his head is all you need to settle against his side. You’re at an awkward angle, side arched over the center console to get your head to his shoulder. That makes it better, Billy thinks, that you had to work for it. It means you really mean it, that you’re not just doing it because it’s convenient. You’re loving him because you want to.

“Shitty movie,” Billy grumbles, his voice hoarse from its prolonged silence.

“Good popcorn,” You hum, reaching for another piece. Billy leans down to snatch it out of your hand with his teeth, and chews it with a growing grin as you chuckle.

“You’re a monster,” You tease, and a word that his brain usually whispers at him past midnight, loathing in his thoughts and venom in his veins, becomes nothing more than a nickname.

He thinks he wants to be your monster if it makes you laugh like that, all teasing teeth and careful manhandling.

You’re almost afraid you’ve insulted him with the title until he leans his head against yours, neck bent at an angle. His ear is pressed to the crown of your head, and just in case he can hear your thoughts, you think extra hard: I love you.

You last longer than Billy had, but you lose interest in the film, too. It’s not that it’s boring, it’s just not particularly interesting, and your brain is moving too slow for you to concentrate on careful dialogue. Apparently, the excitement of the day has caught up with you. Your eyes are starting to droop, and you think Billy might be able to feel your lashes flutter against his bicep. If he can, he doesn’t say anything, he just stays curled around you in his seat.

Slowly, second by second, minute by minute, you fall asleep. You drift away from the world and all that remains is Billy’s arm against your cheek, his hand holding yours. You don’t know if you’re fully sleeping or not, all you know is that Billy is the one constant between your life and your dreams.

Billy feels your breathing even out, the soft puffs of air that hit his arm soft and consistent. It’s the last thing he wants to do, but he lifts his head to peer at your face, seeing that you are, in fact, asleep.

He has the strongest urge in the world to kiss your forehead. He doesn’t, half because he’s scared you’ll wake up and think he’s a creep, and half because he’s not sure he’s capable of loving back. He’s taking it slow, and he’ll stick with leaning his head on you.

He does that until the movie’s almost over, and the romantic climax is shining on the screen.

The woman has fallen asleep on the man’s shoulder. They’re not in a car, they’re on a park bench, but her nose is nudged up against his bicep, too, and their hands are intertwined.

The man reaches up to her cheek, and so does Billy.

His hand is warm and slightly rough against the soft skin of your cheek, but it’s his warm breath against your face that wakes you. Your lashes flutter open, and the only thing you can see are Billy’s pretty blue eyes. You’re almost startled, almost caught off-guard, and then you notice the dark flecks of insecurity in them, ridged between peaks of blue like ocean waves.

He can’t speak. He’s paralyzed, eyes unblinking against your own, unable to ask, to tell, to beg. All he can do is stare, and hope that his hand isn’t shaking against your cheek.

He licks his lips, and you know what he’s trying to muster up the courage to do.

“Billy,” You breathe, soft and careful, “Are you sure?”

He manages to hum questioningly, but it’s a choked sound from somewhere deep in his throat.

“You’re speeding again,” You let out a breathy chuckle, but you raise your hand to hold his to your face, “Is this because you want me or because you think you’ll never get the chance to have me again?”

“I want you,” Billy murmurs, and the man on screen echoes his sentiments.

The woman on screen leans in, and so do you.

The kiss you share is unlike anything Billy’s ever felt. What he’s used to is prodding tongues, nipping teeth, below-the-belt grabbing, but this is new. This is the soft, dewy sweetness of lips barely touching, and the watermelon balm spread over your mouth. It’s tender in the way that you hold his hand to your cheek, and only made more so by the fact that you’re still holding hands between the seats. It’s less of an active kiss and more of an embrace, lips holding each other in place and noses bumping.

Billy’s never felt safer letting his eyes drift shut. At night there’s always the possibility that his dad will unlock the door in the middle of the night and take out insomnia-fueled rage on him. In his car he’ll get arrested for loitering. Now there’s nothing but you, and that’s all he ever wants there to be.

There’s muted claps from the other cars around you as the movie ends, and you choose to attribute the closing scene of fireworks to your kiss and not the leads’. When you draw away it’s with soft, content sighs, awestruck and breathless.

“I want you too, Billy.” You vow, more than happy to let him know he’s loved, “I’m glad we didn’t go to the front office.”

“Me too,” Billy breathes, leaning in to brush his lips against yours one last time, just holding them there as his fluttering eyes stare into yours.

The sound of revving engines breaks you out of your trance, and Billy pulls away from your face to look over your head. He’s still got his hand on your cheek, and you’re cradled to his chest as he watches everyone around you disperse.

“Let’s head home,” You murmur into his collarbones, kissing the skin there chastely, “You can stay the night at my house again, if you want.”

“I should get home,” He admits reluctantly, “My dad is probably still freaked about last night.”

“I wish you didn’t have to go back,” You hum, tracing the outline of a bandage through his shirt against his stomach.

“Me too,” He sighs, and finally lets your face go when the overhead lights to the lot flick on, “But we’ll get out soon.”

“Oh? Where are we going?” You settle back in your seat, turning to face him with curious eyes.

“California,” He smiles, and his genuine one is a breathtaking sight, “And anywhere you want to stop along the way.”

“That sounds perfect,” You sigh happily, head leaning comfortably back against the headrest. A yawn breaks through your lips and scrunches up your face, and Billy has to fight himself so that he doesn’t pull over and kiss the lines near your mouth.

The silence in his car is peaceful now, serene. There’s nothing left unsaid anymore, nothing hidden in your eyes and nothing withheld in your touches. You drift off to sleep wishing you were still holding Billy’s hand, and when you wake up, you are.

“Hey,” He whispers, squeezing your hand where his is interlocked with it, “Hey, wake up. You’re home now, we’ve gotta get you inside.”

“Hm? Oh,” You hum, bleary eyes taking in the outline of your house against the harsh beams of Billy’s headlights. “Thanks, Billy.”

“Uh-huh,” He nods, offering you a hand after you undo your seatbelt, “C’mon, if you can stand, I’ll carry you up to bed.”

You;re more than happy to let him sweep you off of your feet. He can feel your smile as you bury it in his neck, and he doesn’t even worry about shutting his car off and locking it before he pushes open your front door. Sure enough there’s tinfoil covered dinner on the counter alongside a note from your parents, and Billy marvels at how well they take care of you even when they’re not home.

“To the right,” You instruct him, realizing he’s only ever gotten into your room from the window outside, “And it’s the second door down.”

“Got it,” He murmurs, chin bumping your cheek.

Your bed is still unmade from that morning, and he yearns to slip beneath the covers again. He’s jealous when he tucks you in, and you’re glad you wore comfy clothing to school so that you can burrow under your blankets and not worry about changing.

“Goodnight,” Billy leans down, an inch away from your face, “Can I…?”

You lean up to do it for him, pushing your lips against his once more.

He melts into it, and the way that your nails scratch the hair at the base of his scalp only makes it worse.

“Goodnight,” You mumble, words wonky and misspoken against his lips, “I had fun today, Billy. I’m glad we’re friends, and I’m glad we’re more.”

“Me too,” He agrees, and the sentiments he’s agreeing to feel foreign to him. Five days ago he’d have been the least likely person on earth to have a friend, and now he’s got a partner to boot. In every sense of the word, he loves you, even if he won’t say those three words yet.

“Please be safe,” You cup his cheek, stroking over his slightly bruised cheekbone with tenderness he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to, “And if he hurts you again, stay with me instead.”

“I will,” Billy promises, dotting a dewy kiss to the side of your mouth as you settle into sleep, content with his safety.

He tells himself he’s just puttering around, throwing a stray sock into the laundry hamper and straightening a book he’d nearly knocked off of your nightstand on the way in. But really he’s waiting to make sure you’re really asleep, ring already slipped off of his finger and growing sweaty in his palm.

Once he’s sure you won’t wake, he peels back the covers on your bed, taking your hand in his. It’s got a familiar weight to it, a fact that he mentally celebrates, and his fingers shake as he slides the metal band onto your finger.

Having a ring to chuck in the garbage is gonna hurt a whole lot more when they leave, he reminds himself. Then, ‘If’.

“If they leave.” Your soft voice rings in his ears, and as he treks back to his car, revving the engine in the silvery light of the moon, there’s a feeling he’s never felt before rising in his chest. Hope: “Some people stay.”

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msbigredmachine · 3 months

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Voyeur (Jimmy Uso/OC) *Seven Paragraph Challenge*

A/N: Thanks to my girl @harmshake for another challenge! I know I'm supposed to be prepping for interviews but I needed a stress reliever.

By the way, it's my first Jimmy fic! 😁 He's a bit different to write and I'm a little nervous. I hope I did him justice.

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Word Count: 725

Warning: Smut

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One wrong turn led you here. Dragged you down the unfamiliar, winding maze of the massive arena and unearthed a sight you should never have seen. But here you stood in the empty hallway, the sole witness to the sleazy tableau mere feet away. Only one month into your new job, you were convinced you had seen all of the wild antics of the wrestlers you were in charge of. But this…definitely took the cake.

Slumped against an equipment crate with an unknown woman kneeling between his spread legs, Jimmy Uso groaned. You stood frozen as you watched him watch her, his big paw cupping the back of her head as it bobbed back and forth, his grunts of pleasure mingling with the slobbers of her mouth around his cock. A voice in your head screamed at you to get out of there, that you shouldn't be watching this, but you just couldn't move. It was like you were mesmerized, unable to turn away from the erotic show. More interestingly, a powerful wave of jealousy washed over you, seeing the object of your affection being pleasured by someone else. You watched his mouth fall open and marveled at the beauty of his features; his full, parted lips, the thick healthy beard, the sheen of sweat lining the edges of his neat braids. As his head tipped backwards and his big body shivered in a telltale sign of an orgasm, you longed to be the one to do that to him, to bring him to that state of blood-pumping, soul-shaking euphoria. He let out a deep, satisfied exhale afterwards, gathering the woman’s hair in his fist and pulling her off him abruptly. Zeroing in on his exposed dick, your mouth watered. Fuck, it looked so good...

It was then that both parties finally sensed the intruding presence in the air. Looking up, Jimmy locked eyes with you before you even realized that you'd been caught. He grinned unashamedly, like the cat that got the canary, making your stomach lurch from a mix of horror and lust. The woman jumped to her feet, her expression emblazoned with embarrassment as she hurriedly wiped her mouth with her sleeve. You didn’t recognise her, but your hands itched to throttle her for even touching him. She yelped as Jimmy slapped her ass right before scurrying past you with no eye contact whatsoever. Jimmy zipped his pants back up and approached you, a smirk lining his gorgeous features as he eyed you up and down.

"Ay, new girl…didn’t your mama teach you not to stare?" His dark gaze was penetrating and seemed to strip you down to your bare bones. Feeling naked, you instinctively crossed your arms over your chest, your face warming as he licked his lips and loomed over you, like a predator closing in on its prey. He looked so good in that red jacket; his cologne was sweet and wafted through your nostrils, causing your heart to pound and your pussy to flutter with desire.

"You liked that, didn’t you? Watchin’ her suck me off, huh?” he purred, cupping your chin with his fingers, smiling as the answer twinkled in your eyes. "I seen the way your fine ass been lookin’ at me since your first day here.” His thumb brushed over your mouth, teasing the seam that parted your lips. “You want me, baby? It's just us now, you can tell me. Don’t be shy.”

You couldn’t help yourself. His words were hypnotizing, seductive and laden with carnal promise that you ached for. Your response was to scoop his thumb into your mouth, staring into his dark, beautiful irises as you sucked it with intent, showing him that you were far more talented than that bitch could ever be. The soft groan that sounded from his throat stroked your ego, and you sucked it for a little longer, licking at the thick digit one last time before slipping it out of your mouth. The air between you crackled, hot and tense and fierce. Without taking his eyes off you, Jimmy dipped his hand into your pocket and took out your phone. He tapped in his phone number, sent a quick text message, and grinned as his own device beeped seconds later, confirming he now had your number too.

“I just sent you my hotel info. Come over after the show. And bring your things. You stayin’ with me tonight,” he instructed, handing you your phone back. You regarded each other one final time, for now, both your bodies blazing with hunger and anticipation as he turned and walked away without another word.

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daddy-suguru · 2 years

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𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ▸ Satoru is trying to keep his promise, to not try and be more than friends with you. But you make it hard when you look taster than the cake you invited him over to try. After another night between your legs, Satoru can't hide how much he wants you back.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ▸ 16k / an hour read time if you read straight, there are dividers if you want to reach a break point and come back later

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ▸ nsfw and fluff, ex-husband!satoru, lots of jealous and possessive!satoru, stoner!satoru, rich boy!satoru, stoner!reader, bakary owner!reader, switch!satoru, switch!reader, cockdrunk!reader, pussydrunk!satoru, reader is a tease and so is satoru, Satoru is pinning hard, reader is pinning as well while trying to also not to and failing, reader is in lingerie, friends to friends with benefits, Satoru begs, satoru’s dirty mouth, semi-public sex, camera sex, satoru strips for you, pussy eating, fingering, body worship, biting, food play, satoru eats you, squirting, riding, breeding, satoru sends his cum soaked dick pic to the dude who calls you, cock sucking, pussy eating from the back, quickie sex, two scenes and hints at a three, praise, light face fucking, hints of satoru having a pain kink, satoru has a hair pulling kink, light degradation, satoru is very upfront about what he wants, size kink

Holding your hand out in front of you. It had been four years since you last wore the wedding ring. Satoru slipped onto your finger. And it had been out of sight for so long.

Your phone buzzes on your vanity, closing the small drawer that you had gotten your ring out of. And grab your phone as Satoru's name shows on the screen.

Here honey, let me in to taste test your cake.' While you pretend that a text from him doesn't give you butterflies.

'Give a sec.' You look yourself over in your matching pretty pink set. And you reach for the baggy sweater that would cover everything. But you slip on your open fuzzy pink sweater. As you tell yourself, Satoru has already seen you naked before, so why not?

Setting your phone on the dresser and then headed to open the door. Your heart skips a beat when Satoru can't seem to keep eye contact. As he slowly takes in the shape of your body.

You ask him, "Are ready for some cake? If you like it. Then I'm going to sell it by the slice at my store." You had thought of his cake for having a reason for him to come over. And remembering his fondness for your sweets, you thought of a cake for him.

Crybaby quiets down as he kneads with his fluffy paws on his sweater. As he pulls a black case out of his pocket. He hands to you while saying,

"I brought a few blunts. Spark one if you want.” He forces himself to sit next to you. With Crybaby still kneading at his sweater while purring loudly.

Satoru focuses on the softness of the cat to ignore the way your thigh presses up against him when you shift closer. While you take a blunt out. Before you lean forward, set the case down and grab the lighter. Which causes your sweater to hike up so he can see a flash of the string of your thong.

The triangular patch of pink lace at the top of your butt crack. And Satoru has to grab a small throw pillow next to him to place over his hard cock. As he thinks about bending you over to get a better look at the pink fabric clinging to your puffy pussy.

The words slip out of his mouth before he can stop himself.

"You look beautiful. Someone else coming by?" When you don't answer, his heart drops into his stomach. But he can't look away, as you lean back after sparking the blunt. And as you take two slow, long drags, Satoru’s heart is pounding in his chest.

It’s midnight and anyone else would just be a booty call. Unless you are dressing up for his attention? Satoru didn’t want to get his hopes up. Since you hadn’t said a word about that night a month ago. And so far, true to his word, neither had he. Well, to you, Suguru had gotten more than an earful.

You lean your head back and blow out the smoke of the second hit. Before you ask him, "Why do you want to know?" You look at Satoru, who quickly looks up from your breasts to your face. And then down at the blunt, you're offering him.

Crybaby decides he has had enough attention. As he heads for the food bowl, his fluffy tail is in the air. Which leaves Satoru unable to focus on anything else but you. While you are looking in a pretty pink set and the wedding ring that Satoru gave you on your finger. And for a second, it’s almost as if he had just come home from work to you, his stunning wife. If only he could call you that again.

Satoru breaks the fantasy by stating the truth, saying, "I'm jealous. I always thought if I got to spend one more night with you, maybe I could try to move on. But it only made it worse.”

You shouldn't ask, but “Worse how?” But it's better than addressing Satoru's confession that he is stuck on you. Something which shouldn't make you excited to hear. Since the only relationship that you can have with him is a friendship. And fucking him again is a slipping slope into it becoming a regular thing.

Satoru doesn’t answer, as ashes the blunt before taking a hit. While you take in the handsome side view that he gives. With his jawline, pout lips, and long lashes, then topping it all off, is his fluffy white hair.

You look at your nails, trying to pretend you weren't checking him out. Before you decide to put on 'Regular Show'. The title card shows when he hands the blunt back over to you and says,

"You said we can't talk about it but, you should be used to me breaking promises right?" He drily chuckles before adding,

"I'm jealous because I really want to be the one you dress up for. You look so beautiful, princess and I want to kiss up on your body. I want to be the one who makes your pussy wet and makes you cream and squirt. Fuck, I missed how you tasted. It had been so long that I couldn't remember."

It's an impulse choice, made with your pussy instead of your brain, telling Satoru, "Get on your knees in front of me, then." And smiling as Satoru gets in front of you before you can finish. You then add,

"Do you remember what you said to me the first time we slept together? How you made me beg for your cock." Satoru smiles up at you, and you blow smoke in his face. After which he responds with,

"How could I forget? You were so nervous around me still. I love teasing you and still do. But now I'm torn by the need to give you anything you want the moment you ask." You spread your legs and you can see his breath hitch. As he watches you move your panties aside, showing him your soft lips. Which is creamy with your wetness pooling at your clenching throbbing hole.

Softly your coo, "Beg for me then." You slip your finger deep past your lips. Before you smear the wetness along his bottom lip. And before you can pull your finger away, Satoru grabs your wrist, taking your finger into his mouth. Which he lets go with a loud pop after he cleans it.

After you take your second hit, you hold it to Satoru's lips. As he takes a long slow drag before he groans,

"Not enough princess, I need to have my tongue between your wet lips. So I can make you tremble and cream for me. While you softly whimper, you have the prettiest moans." He takes another hit and then you lift the blunt to your lips. As he says,

"I've never been down so badly for someone I jerked off without porn. Because no one looks as beautiful as you." You roll your eyes at him and look away as you take a slow drag. Before looking back at Satoru and blowing out the smoke.

Studying his face for any signs that he was fucking with you. You look away and lean over, putting out the blunt which is close to a roach. As you think back to all the things Satoru had told you during the moment. And he has never been this honest and vulnerable with you beforehand.

For all the talking he did, he still never said what you needed to hear from him.

Satoru said, "I took your sweet pussy for granted. Being selfish whenever I should have been taking my time with you and made sure you didn't feel insecure." You slip your hand into his fluffy white hair and pull hard enough to make him groan. As his eyes flutter shut.

You say, "Show me then what you much rather do. If you bore me, then we are stopping with your pretty cock still throbbing. But I want you to first strip for me." Satoru stands up and turns around, crossing his arms and slowly slipping his shirt off. Letting you see his back, which has faded pink scratches from the last time you slept with him.

His backside is mouthwatering. With pale skin that marks so easily and hard muscular that you can see flexing. He lifts his arms over his head, pulling off his sweater which he sets on the coffee table.

Satoru couldn't let it go as he asks, "You think my cock is pretty?" More than anything, he craves praise from you. And since he wants to be a little tease, he could make you wait until before you got to see his cock.

Undoing his button and zipper, before slipping his fingers into the waistband of his jeans. Satoru slowly pushes his pants past his ass. Which, while flat, still looks tempting to bite into, since his pretty pale skin would show every mark so well.

You say, "While you are eating me out, there is no touching your pretty cock." You stood up, unable to keep your hands to yourself. As you grab his hips, squeezing them, before sliding your hands down along his v.

You add, "Be good for me and I'll take care of you only one more time." Before sliding your hands past his cock. And down to his heavy, clean-shaven balls, which you cup with both hands.

Softly messaging his balls has your mouth watering and your pussy getting wetter. As you think about how soft and warm his balls would feel in your mouth. Alongside how good his balls felt when they were hitting your clit when he last.

All these years and you still can't find anyone who has a prettier cock and balls than your ex-husband. Which you won't tell him right now. Since this is only happening one more time. And then you are going to forget all about how well he makes you cum.

You slip your fluff zip-up jacket off and throw it onto the armrest of the sofa. As Satoru drops his pants down his muscular thighs. Which has your pussy clenching around nothing, at the thought of rubbing your clit on his thighs. Until you make a dripping mess on him.

Turning around, Satoru lifts his arms and flexes, tensing his abs. While he leans his chest back slightly, pushing his hips forward. And bring your attention to the v that leads down his long cock. Which stands up with thick pre-cum on his pinkish cockhead.

Satoru says, "I'll behave however you want, but don't blame me if I get pussy drunk. You are dripping so much it would be hard for me not to." He drops his arms as he gets on his knees and he grabs your left ankle.

Lifting your leg up, he stares deep into your eyes. As he presses a soft kiss onto the back of your calf. While you're scrunched up on the sofa, by Satoru. Your stomach fills with butterflies at how small you feel compared to his tall and built frame.

You softly whine, "Toru baby, please. Your lips feel so soft." Satoru smiles while kissing higher on your calf, closer to your knee.

You can't help but shift your hips as your pussy tingles. With every soft kiss he presses higher on your legs, you grow more impatient.

In between the kisses while he gets closer to your pussy. He asks, "I feel good to you, baby. You like having your ex-husband kiss up on your body. You look so beautiful answering the door in this pretty set that matches the wedding ring I gave you." He is so close to your wet pussy lips.

You whimper, "I didn't mean, I was thinking aboutanngh-" Satoru bites down on your thigh. And it inside into he lets go and softly kisses the bite mark he made you can say,

"I like the way you look at me. And you've become so nng-please." Satoru ruins your train of thought. When he bites your thigh rubs up and down your slit through the pink fabric. Which is clinging to your wet pussy.

Satoru lets the mouthful of your thigh go. He says, "She looks so puffy and sweet. Weren't we supposed to be enjoying some cake?" And you recall the cake you have sitting in the kitchen waiting for him.

"It's in the kitchen." Satoru stands up and heads for the kitchen. Since your apartment is small and cozy, he remembered the layout of your place well. And when he walks into the kitchen and flicks on the lights.

His eyes light up at the yummy-looking cake, he whispers to himself, "You don't know how much I love you still. How I've only grown to love you more since you left me. I was an ungrateful and insensitive asshole. And I don't deserve to be in your life again after how much I made you cry. I should have been by your side this whole time." He carefully grabs the glass cake holder. Which he carries into the living room.

Setting the cake down on the coffee table and taking the lid off. Before he turns around, studying the way you are sitting slouched on the pink sofa. In your pretty lacy bra and soaking wet panties.

You have your legs spread apart for him, with your feet propped up on the edge of the sofa. As you look up at him from underneath long lashes. And bite into your bottom lip.

Satoru says, "Princess you look so beautiful. I want to eat my cake off of your stunning body. It's the best way for me to enjoy it, don't you think?" He leans over and undoes the clasp between both cups.

You lean forward. And let him slip off the bra as you admire how beautiful Satoru is. With his fluffy white hair, baby blue eyes, pouty lips, and built tall body. But it is the needy way Satoru is looking at you, that you enjoy the most. It's the sweet look of adoration that makes you want to care for his every want and need. And with him saying he wants you, you can't tell him no.

Which is why you couldn't talk about that night and the following day you spent with him. It seems like that didn't work. You couldn't help but present yourself just a little. Just to see him go crazy to have you.

You say, "It's your cake. I can't stop you from enjoying it how you want to." Moving onto the edge of the sofa, as you reach past Satoru. So you can slide your finger up the side of the cake, getting the icing on your finger. Which you smear along the length of his cock.

Dragging your tongue along his cock, he groans "Fuck that feels good, you like how your pretty cock tastes." Since even before meeting back up with you, Satoru hadn't been sleeping around. As he just tried to mend his aching heart.

Then what Satoru thought impossible happened, he had one more night with you. After he ran into you, you let him spend time with you during your birthday. He made sure you got him safe, and when he was supposed to take his drunk ass home. Instead he railed you in your new bed.

You can't stop yourself from slipping his cockhead into your mouth. Only taking the tip and suckling on the pre-cum from his slit.

You lean back after you pull Satoru's cock out of your mouth with a loud pop. And spreading your legs as Satoru rips your panties off. Before he grabs a handful of your cake and spreads some on your breasts. And then on the inside of your thighs.

He gets on his knees and muses, "Somehow cake on you can't make you a sweeter treat than you already are." He leans forward and licks some of the cake he smeared onto your nipple. As you arch your chest towards him. While you slip your fingers back into his fluffy hair.

You couldn't help how needy he was making you, as you beg, "Toru, please I need you to rub my clit. Or stuff your fingers into my pussy. Please something, I need you to touch me more." He rubs your clit with his thumb, stroking it in slow circles. As he sucks your nipple into his mouth, licking off all the sugar. Before he lets it go with a soft pop.

"Taste so fucking good," He dips his head down between your legs and sticks his tongue deep into your heat. And curling his tongue, feeling your soft gummy pussy from the inside. While the taste of your slick mixes with the sweetness of the cake.

Leaning down to kiss him, you can taste yourself mixing in with the sugary sweetness of the cake. He leans forward, pressing your back against the sofa. As he rubs your clit with his thumb. And you spread your legs a little further for Satoru.

He groans against your lips as he parts his. And you do the same. It has been so long since you kissed Satoru. And when he slips his tongue into your mouth. The way he loudly moans as he presses his bare body against yours.

Smearing some of the cake onto his chest. So you break the kiss by pulling his hair. which hears you're a soft, needy whine from him. As you lean down and trail kisses along his jawline. And down his neck, biting down halfway where you remember his sweet spot is.

Satoru softly whines, "Nnngsweetheart!" You wrap your legs around his hand as he quickens his pace. And he slips two fingers past your lips. Which he curls deep inside of you, rubbing the sweet spot inside of you.

Sucking on his neck as he says in a breathy voice, "Baby, I adore how quickly your pussy gets worked up for me. Tell me how much you like that, how good your ex-husband is making you feel."

Pulling away from Satoru and slipping your finger up his chest. So that you can gather some of the cake that is smeared onto him. You slip your finger into your lip, as Satoru pumps both of his fingers faster. You pull your finger out of your mouth and whine,

"You are so mean." You shouldn't be doing this. It's dangerous to let him become your lover again. But the way his fingers stroke the inside of your pussy. While he rubs your clit.

A soft smile on his face. While his eyes, the soft blue of the sky right as the sun is rising, are memorizing every one of your expressions. It's too much, almost as if he is making love to your pussy, softly caressing your sweet spot.

Taking his time caressing you instead of finger fucking your pussy like you had begged him to do. Which you weren't supposed, he was supposed to be begging. And at the start, Satoru was. With a hungry and desperate look in his eyes. And paired with his pretty words of how much he wants you.

Now he has you trapped against the sofa, legs spread and your body scrunched up. As he makes you feel so small. Since even on his knees in front of you, his large frame still looms over you.

Satoru can't help himself with the way you are underneath him. With his name on your glossy lips. While your pussy is loudly telling him just how much you are enjoying his fingers.

The possessiveness, his former jealousy as he thinks about the men who entered this apartment before him. It drives his question,

"Is my pretty princess getting close to cumming?" You don't correct him, since you can't even form the words to answer him. So you nod your head weakly.

The growing pleasure between your legs becomes all that you can think about. He grins, "Good girl, your soft pussy is squeezing my fingers so tightly. Just don't look away from my pretty princess. You look so beautiful trying to handle my fingers. I can't wait to hear you tell me my cock is too much."

His words push you over the edge, as you cream around his fingers. Which he slowly drags out of your pussy, but before he licks his finger, he gathers some cake off your chest.

Satoru tells you, "I want to hear you beg me to cum tonight, I'm begging for you too. I need to hear your pretty voice telling me how much you need my cum in your pretty pussy." Then he sticks his cum and cake-covered fingers into his mouth.

You force yourself to look away at the sight of him sucking his fingers. While sight is too much for you to keep staring at. And the moment he notices your attention is on the cartoon playing behind him, he rubs your clit. Which makes the question you ask to come out shaky,

"Weren't you supposed to be eating me out?" As he cleans his fingers, he pulls his fingers out of his mouth. And grabs your throat loosely, putting his thumb under your chin. His large hand covers all of your throat and jawline, forcing you to look up at him.

Satoru smiles as he leans down and kisses your forehead before he says, "I'm getting to that, but it would be rude of me not to take my time enjoying your cake before I get to dessert." He lets go of your throat to grab your hip. Before he softly kisses your neck, sending tingles down to your clit. As he slowly rubs circles into your sensitive and puffy nub.

Your legs tremble and your hips jerk away from his thumb. Only for him to pull your hips back into place. Which causes you to whine,

"It's not fair your too big overall, with your dumb large hands, stupid muscular chest, pretty thighs...making me want to fuck you. Mmmnn!" You bite into your bottom lip to keep yourself from moaning so loudly.

"Stop being so small, and maybe I wouldn't seem so big to you. Does it matter anyway? You like how I'm able to manhandle you. It makes my pussy wetter when I put you into the position I want to make love to you in." You close your eyes as you whimper,

"You can't be talking about making love to me, only about fucking me. We broke up." You don't sound too convincing when you are wearing the wedding ring he gave to you.

The metal band cools as it presses against his chest. While you rest your hand on his chest. As he trails sloppy opening mouth kisses down to your collarbone. Before Satoru pulls away enough to say,

"Doesn't mean we can't try again, and I'm not expecting forgiveness or for things to go back to the way they were, but I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. You already left me once before, so you could do it again." He is sure if you do, you'll be taking the rest of his heart with him. Which is all the more reason if you give him another chance, he can't fuck it up.

If it wasn't for the way he was lovingly stroking your clit. As he places sloppy open-mouth kisses on your chest, licking the bits of cake off of your breasts. While his firm grip on your hips made it hard for you to squirm away from his thumb.

The pleasure had your mind scrambling up, as you honestly answer, "It was hard to do so the first time. But it seems like it changed you for the better." Satoru takes one of your nipples in his mouth, flicking the hard bud with his warm, soft tongue. While he keeps the same slow pace, only adding more pressure. While he tries to push you off the edge quicker.

It doesn't take long before you feel your warm cream dripping from your slit. As you clench around nothing. While you squeeze your thighs around his waist. Satoru pulls away, tugging on your nipple before letting it go.

He moves his hand from your hip and wraps his arm around your waist. While he moves the hand between your legs underneath your thigh. As you bask in the sweet afterglow from two incredible highs.

It doesn't matter that you don't wrap your arms around his neck. Since Satoru holds you tightly to him easily. As he leans back to ensure that you rest on him comfortably. While you only wrap the other leg around him.

Satoru says, "You ready for me to eat you out princess?" As he carries you to your bedroom. Where he throws you onto the bed, making your stomach flip. As you let out a loud squeal of excitement. Which turns into giggles that become a soft gasp. When Satoru quickly forces your legs open. After he got onto your bed.

Satoru licks up your slit and to your puffy clit. Which he sucks into his mouth as he slips three of his fingers past your lips. As he looks up at you from under his thick white lashes with his baby blue eyes.

You whimper, "Satoru I don't think I can cum again so quickly." He pulls away as he spreads his fingers apart inside of you. He smirks up at you as he purrs,

"Don't worry, love you'll squirt soon enough." He dips his head, flattening his tongue against your clit. As you toss your head back against your pillows, moaning out his name. While grinding your clit against his tongue.

Pulling his fluffy white hair. Which makes Satoru loudly groan against your clit. The vibrations go down to your squelching pussy. As he quickly pumps his three fingers deep into your heat.

Grabbing your hip squeezes you with his other free hand. Your phone rings from where you left it on the dresser. After ignoring it the first time, it rings again and you loudly groan in disgust.

Only to whimper as you twist your hand in his soft hair. Satoru stops sucking your clit to ask,

"Who is it? They seem to want you just as much as I do. Only you normally pick up after the first two rings. Does that mean you are eager to talk to me?" You, Shoko, and Suguru are the only three people he calls.

He never thought he could call you again and hear the smile in your voice as you ask him what he wants.

A smirk takes over his lips. And he slips his fingers out of your pussy, getting off the bed. As you whine at the loss of attention, he says,

"So greedy. I've already made you cum twice. And you told me you can't cum again. Yet you are still whining when I stop touching you. Is that why you answered the door barely dressed for me? Because you want my large hands all over you? Trust me princess, I've been thinking about touching and playing with your small self all day."

By the time he finishes speaking, the phone had stopped ringing. And not even a second passes before it starts again. So he answers the call and puts it on speakerphone.

Another man's voice comes through the phone. And the look of displeasure on your face as they say,

"Hey I was wondering if you want to go on a date. I know you said no." Is comforting. But the idea of another stupid persistent fucker lingering around you besides himself is enraging. So Satoru buries his anger like he buries his tongue into your pussy.

Covering your mouth as you barely listen to Stan says, "But I thought maybe I give you a second chance. Since I was hoping you felt the connection between us." Satoru replaces his tongue with four of his fingers. And your face burns as you wonder if Stan can hear how loud your pussy is getting. As he rubs his palm against your clit between each pump of his fingers, making your pussy squelch.

Satoru grabs your hand uncovering your mouth, he leans down and whispers into your ear,

"Reject him right now. Or I will." You open your mouth to say something, only for Satoru to rub your sweet spot with his long fingers. While he grinds his palm against your sensitive clit. And all you can do is bite on your bottom lip as he chuckles.

"You should have called earlier so she could reject you herself again. You persistent asshole. But since you didn't take her words for it, take mine. She isn't ever going to be interested. Not when she can squirt on my fingers and cock." He had been taking his time with you.

Winding you up and getting off on getting you drunk with pleasure. It is intoxicating, every squeeze from your pussy. And the way you moan his name made it easy to ignore the throbbing in his cock. Since you said he couldn't touch himself. Which means he is going to cum quickly when his cock gets any attention. But by that point, it won't matter. Since your pussy will ache from having already cummed so much.

The man is trying to sound tough. While Satoru thinks if only he could have a face-to-face with the man. He wonders if the man would be cursing at him like he is now. When he says,

"Who the fuck are you to speak for her? I bet you have her gagged so she can't speak. She doesn't want you. I want to hear it from her." You too focused on Satoru and the bubbling pleasure between your legs. which is making your body melt into the mattress.

Satoru laughs as he says, "She already told you no! You said so yourself, you fucker. If she wanted you, she would be clear. After all, she answered the door for me, her ex, barely dressed. She wants me so badly she doesn't know what to do with herself. It's so fucking hot." Satoru sticks two of his fingers into your mouth. Pressing down on your tongue. Satoru taunts the man some more by saying,

"You don't deserve to hear her. I feel bad for you, you will never know how pretty her pussy looks all creamy. Or hear how pretty she sounds. You can't even see the look on her face as she is staring up at me like I'm the only one who matters to her." The man who started shouting halfway through Satoru's ramble went silent.

Slowly Satoru pulls his fingers out of your mouth as he tells you, "I guess he hung up. When he shows his face again, I'm kicking it in. I don't do well sharing. All those fuckers that got their chance while we were broken up are too fucking lucky. If I can help it baby after tonight, your pussy won't get wet for anyone else." The way he talks, it's as if you are his again. And by the way, he plays with your pussy a part of you wants to agree.

Satoru bites down on your thigh, and let's go just as quickly. Before he softly kisses your wet pussy lips and clit. Which he sucks into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your puffy nub.

He then slides his tongue down and switches it with his fingers. As he rubs your clit with his thumb. While he pumps his tongue inside of you.

Your eyes are burning with tears that quickly roll down the sides of your face. While your body quivers, you jerk your hips away, in between grinding against his tongue. Which curls inside you as he loudly moans, the vibrations going up to your clit.

That he is rubbing with his thumb and he knows just how much pressure is too much. As he slowly applies more till he is testing the limits of painful overstimulation. Which makes you switch between finding the pleasure overwhelming and wanting more of it.

Your stomach tenses up and your brain goes blank. And you are gushing on his tongue. As your mind swirls with his blatant jealousy and interest. Unlike the first time he got you all those years ago, there are no games. Just straight-up confessions that he wanted you back, while he takes his time worshiping your pussy.

Satoru pulls away when you are pushing on his head. His chin is wet with your slick. Which he whips clean on your bed sheets. Before he sits down next to you. And then pulls you on top of him.

Resting your head on his chest. Your sensitive clit is twitching and your pussy is clenching around nothing, pressing against his throbbing cock. The simple warmth of his cock and the softness of his skin against you is almost too much for you to handle.

Trying to focus on trying to catch your breath and stopping the flowing tears that are smearing onto Satoru's chest. Which is now cleaner after being pressed against your now dirty bedsheets.

He grabs your shoulder and slowly pulls you away. So he can kiss your forehead after he whips away your tears with his clean thumb. The soft tenderness of the moment is grounding you as he asks,

"Are you ok? We can stop right now. I can clean you up, change your sheets and tuck you in for your beauty sleep." The thoughtfulness brings a fresh wave of tears. Since more than anything, you feel so loved and treasured sitting on his lap. With his only concern being your well-being regardless of the huge lack of attention his own cock has gotten.

You lean forward and softly kiss his chest before you say, "I'm more than good and I'm going to ride your cock until you cum." You reach behind yourself and line him up with you. And as you slowly sink yourself down on him.

You only slip his pretty pink tip inside you before pulling away. And he lets out a desperate, needy whine Satoru makes as he pouts. Which quickly vanishes as his jaw drops and his lips part in o. When you take his cock balls deep and clench him repeatedly.

Satoru's long fingers and fat tongue work magic, it is nothing compared to the way his cock makes you feel. As your sensitive pussy squeezes him and you can feel the ridge of his head. While his head presses against the pack of your pussy.

You are about to lift your hips, when Satoru stops you as he says, "Shit you got to give me a second to get used to your pussy. Just seeing me inside of you is going to make me bust princess." You lean back so you can see the bulge and Satoru whines.

You push on the bulge in your stomach, and Satoru groans as you say, "That's ok, my legs are wobbly so I don't think I'll last long. I just really want to get you off with my pussy. You want to cum deep inside of me don't you, so you can see your thicky cum drip out of my aching pussy." His grasp on your hips loosens. As he slips one hand to your back, to support you as you lift your hips.

No matter how many times Satoru saw his cock slide out of you, tugging on your pussy. He can never get enough, he moans,

"I want to fill your pretty pussy up. Want to fuck my cum deep inside your pretty princess pussy with my pretty cock. We look so good together baby." His hand resting on your guide your slow pace. As your thighs press against him, while they quiver.

You want to tell him that this will be the last time. yet you have a feeling that somehow you will end up underneath him again. Even though your mind is telling you not to ignite old flames. Which are better left off as a friendship.

It was so hard to walk away form Satoru when he had been chasing after any shred of attention he could get from you. Which it was so hard not to cave. Since this was so unlike the first time when he kept you guessing for so long.

His interest in you is obvious, but he wasn't pressuring you. Since until tonight he hadn't said a word about your birthday, along with the day and night that followed. He just seems happy to just be your friend. And when you pick up his call and hear his cheerful voice on the other side, calms you down while making your heart swell with excitement.

You whine, "Why are you so hard to stay away from? Coming back into my life is so sweet, sexy, charming, attentive, and vulnerable around me. And making me feel so fucking special. Why couldn't you do this sooner." Your legs give. As Satoru squeezes your hip and lifts you off his cock.

Groaning as he watches his cock tug on your pussy. As he takes his time lifting you off of him. Until his head is making your pussy lips look puffer as he wraps around him. He says,

"I don't know princess, but better late than never. Please tell me it isn't too late." While he lets you push your hips down. The softness of your pussy and the way you just whine,

"Toruuuu!" You can't tell him either way. As the old emotional scars from your failed marriage with him hold you back. Even though you are wearing the old wedding ring he gave you while riding his cock.

You plea, "Please cum, please cum pleaaseeee. Stuff me pretty please." Even though you are begging Satoru is trying his hardest not to. Since he doesn't want your soft squishy pussy rubbing his cock, squeezing him.

You lean forward and press soft kisses on his neck. Where you knew he would shiver with the soft feel of your lips.

Satoru adores how you still remember his body so well. And when he hears you say, "My handsome Toru, with your soft lips, pretty moans, and messy hair. Which is perfect for pulling on don't you think?" The praise has him smiling widely as he whines,

"I'm your handsome toru?" You had only meant to praise him. And those words had only slipped out in the heat of the moment. Yet you don't take your words back. As stay quiet and pull his head to the side, with a handful of his hair, to show more of his neck.

Press a series of gentle along his jawline to his throat. Which you bite down into the moment his jaw gives way to his neck. It's a soft nip, but it makes Satoru's cock jerk inside of you. Which pushes you over the edge, as you clench tighter around him.

Satoru groans, "Love your wet, soft warm pussy, feelsogoood." His words slur together. As his eyes roll back and his cum spills inside of you. You whine,

"It's so warm! Missed feeling your cum inside of me." Satoru keeps the same slow pace, as his hands bruise your hips. While he rides himself through his high, he groans,

"Gonna fuck it deeper inside of you princess." Satoru fucks his cum deep into your pussy before he stops. Relaxing his grip on your hips. As you lay against his chest, with his softening cock inside of you.

You close your eyes. While you listen to the pounding of his heart. As he rubs your sides with his large hands. And you find yourself about to ask him to spend the night, so you can cuddle him some more. So you sit up and look at him, asking,

"Do you want me to run us a bath?" Satoru remembers your bubble baths with calming-smelling oils and pretty flower petals. While you had candles light up around you. There would be nights that he dreams of just holding you in the bath one more time. While the two of you talk about random stuff.

Satoru offers, "I'll run the bath for you. I'm sure you are tired after cumming so much for me. And looking so beautiful while you did it." You lift yourself off him and lay down next to him. As Satoru gets off the bed and heads for the bathroom. While he continues to say,

"But first, let me clean you off. While I get the bath ready."

Your mind is racing, your body tingling, and your pussy aching. As you close your eyes. While waiting for Satoru to come back. As you hear the water rush into the bathtub.

It's moments later that Satoru comes back into your bedroom. With a wet hand towel in hand, he gets back on the bed, spreading your legs apart. So that he can wipe the mess of cum that sticking to the inside of your thighs, pussy lips.

You mumble, "I'm going to sleep gooood tonight." Some of his creamy cum is oozing past your lips. And the need to push it back inside you overwhelms him. As he slips two of his fingers past your lips.

You jerk your hips, running away from his fingers. As he grabs your hips and pulls you back. While he pushes his cum deeper inside of you, he asks you,

"Do you want me to tuck you in before I leave?" Slowly pulling his fingers out. He lifts them up to your lips. And you open your mouth for Satoru, who lightly presses his wet fingers down on your tongue.

Wrapping your legs around him. While he uses the other side of the warm, wet handtowel to clean the last bits of sugary cakes off your chest. As you suck his fingers clean, he leans forward and kisses your forehead.

The pop your mouth makes when he pulls his fingers out makes his cock twitch. As he pushes the thought aside while he gets off the bed. Before he tries to start round two without giving you time to rest up a little.

Setting the hand towel on your side table. Before he picks you up, cradling you to his chest. His muscular arms comforting, as you close your eyes. And rest your head against his chest. You mumble,

"You can kiss my forehead when you tuck me in." Satoru carries you into the bathroom. Where the bathtub is half full, with fluffy bubbles on top. And slowly Satoru lowers you into the warm water. As he says,

"I'll cover your cheeks and even the tip of your nose in kisses." As Satoru pulls away, you sink deeper down into the soothing water. Which still has little remains of the Dr. Teals, bath salts you used to soothe your aches.

You mumble, "You're being too sweet." Opening your eyes to watch him, as he lights the candles around the bathtub. Before he holds up his finger and says,

"Wait real quick." This time, Satoru is gone for longer. This leaves you with your thoughts on why you didn't change before answering the door. And why you crave his lustful approval of your outfit.

You use your toes to turn off the water. Before closing your eyes, taking a deep breath of lavender and vanilla that fills the air. As you try to shove the thought of your head. Since you already knew and didn't like the answer.

Satoru comes back after you don't know how long. With a large glass of wine, an enormous slice of cake, a fork, a lighter, and a blunt. The last two items resting on the plate away from the cake. Satoru sets the plate and large glass of wine on the wide brim of your bathtub, next to your candles.

Satoru grabs the blunt off the plate and sparks it, as you ask him, "Are you going properly eat your cake now?" He places a dry small hand towel over the rim of the tub. While he says,

"I already did. I just want to feed you some. Give me one more minute." Satoru leaves the bathtub and comes back with your laptop. And two stuffed animals, a small dragon and a dog with a unicorn horn. Both of which he won for you on your first carnival date.

Putting a stuffed animal on either side of a laptop. That Satoru plays Bob's Burgers on the laptop. As he takes the blunt front between his lips and blows out a huge puff of smoke. That creates little thin waves of clouds that layer over each other.

You use the hand towel to dry your hands off, as you grab the large wine glass. Which you swirl around the glass before taking some sips. As Satoru turns towards the bathtub. So you move forward to let Satoru sit behind you.

He had picked an excellent wine to go along with the sweet. Which had reminded you of something you were doing for your store. So as Satoru blows out another large puff of smoke, you tell him,

"I was thinking of expanding my store soon. The building on the left of mine is empty now. So I am opening up a part meant for adults at night to eat sweets and drink wine. It's going to be pricey, but we should be able to make back the cost." Swirling the wine again and drinking some more.

He could easily cover the cost, so don't you lose anything. But he knows you would feel insulted. So instead, he holds the blunt to your lips for you to take a large drag off and he says to you,

"That's going to be good for business. You can make it a place where couples like to go. Or you could make it have a more lounge feel to it. I'm proud of you." The words aren't making your pussy tingle. That you are blaming on the wine as you blow out the puff of smoke.

He grabs the glass of wine out of your hand. And lifts it to his lips. As he swirls around before he takes a sip. After which, he sets the wine down to take a bite of the cake.

You say, "I keep jumping between if I want to make it a couples' spot. Since the other part of the cafe, and the cat around is more of a lounge. I have been leaning more towards romantic. And the various kitties will walk over there as well after we get part of the wall torn down. So couples can pet kitties as well." You take another long drag. And then blow it out, before Satoru takes the blunt away.

You grab the glass of wine, swirl, and take a sip. While you listen to Satoru say, "Princess, you might see me alone there. So can pet the various kitties and enjoy your cooking, which I've missed so much." He adores how your soft body presses against his. As you sit in his lap while resting against his chest.

Satoru takes a deep puff of the blunt. He blows out a large puff of smoke, as he listens to you say, "It would be awkward to bring a date to your ex's store." Telling yourself that if you don't give into Satoru's chasing again. Or don't tempt him again, by answering the door barely dressed. Then, eventually, he will move on. And maybe you could give the ring you are wearing back to him.

No you couldn't, but at the very least you need to put it up somewhere. And not wear it again. Since you would not date him again. A lustful sorry while deep inside you wouldn't cut it for how easily he stopped trusting you were with Satoru, for him. Or the nasty words he said while drunk because of it.

Satoru takes another puff and blows it out before he tells you, "If you want to wear the ring since it looks pretty on you. I could get you a chain to put it on." And without hesitating, you say,

"I would like that. Only if it's not weird for our friendship." As if he didn't make you cum so much, you lost count. Before he stuffed your guts full of his cum. Which you already want more of.

Satoru holds the blunt to your lips so you can take another puff as he says, "I'm liking this close friendship of occasionally fucking and taking baths together. After you made me cake and dressed up for me." You wrinkle your nose and whine,

"I was just trying on a new set I got today before you came over." As you try to deny to yourself that you were thinking about him. When you made the impulsive decision to check out a lingerie store. One of your best friends was telling you all about it.

Satoru says, "You look stunning in it, but then again you always look, beautiful princess." And you hate the way his voice and words give you butterflies.

At his house, laying face down in bed. As he recalls you wearing the wedding ring. Something which gave him hope, but now stands for how badly he fucked up. And lost you because of it.

No one else should even have a chance. He stands by his vows cheesily, calling himself the luckiest man. And he envies him for having the chance to sleep next to you and love you freely. Yet at the time he was too self-centered to do so, with the rich kid illness, as you called it.

He never thought he had to own up and apologize, never knew how to be there for you emotionally. For some damn reason, he thought if he just threw some money on the problem, it would fix itself. It wasn't until after you left him he truly understood that you just wanted him to own up and grow up.

Since you were gone, a year after you left, he tried a half-hearted attempt at dating. But he always compared them to you. And finding so many ways they weren't you. To where he gave up and decided that being alone was better than chasing after someone who wasn't you.

There is a painful ache in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. As his eyes burn with hot tears. Regardless, he rolls over, wiping his eyes. And then blinking the fresh tears away.

Satoru grabs his phone to message you. He made it safe. Since you would pout if he didn’t.

Something he missed since you decided you couldn't deal with him anymore. He couldn't blame you. He used to be an asshole and still is. Since if he really cared, maybe he would leave you alone. But ever since you walked out, the house never felt like home.

Satoru sends, ‘Made it to the house. Can I see you tomorrow?’ He wants to see you every day and misses living with you and all your little plants and stuffed animals.

‘Come by after I get off for some sweets and a cat? There is a fluffy white cat with blue eyes that is deaf. I’m worried about them in the shop.’

‘We can go cat shopping together to make my new baby comfortable.' Satoru smiles as you agree. As he calls Suguru to talk to him about you. The moment Suguru picks up, Satoru says,

"Ok so I got home from eating cake. And I'm a dad now."

Suguru sounds confused as he says, "She said she was getting on the pill so you can fill her up?" Suguru knew he was outing you. But judging by how long Satoru was at your's all night indulging himself in 'cake', something more must have happened. He knew it would. Since both of you are hung up on each other.

Satoru takes a breath before he says, "Really, I'm going to see if I can fill her up again. She answered the door, looking so beautiful in her bra and panties. And she had on the wedding ring. She has been thinking about me but is scared to start again. I get that. I let her down a lot. And didn't trust her." Putting Suguru on speakerphone and looking at his home screen. Which he had changed back to a picture of you.

You looked so adorable in front of a large snow man that he had helped you make. So he had to take a picture of you proudly smiling. After you had finished decorating its face.

He had assumed that you just wanted him for his money and or last name, or his only looks for the longest. But when you up and left, making it very clear it was his behavior in the end that drove you away.

Still not done rambling, Satoru is looking at the picture of you as he says, "But no Ima cat dad, she found a fluffy white and blue eyes deaf cat she wants me to take. You need to come over and help me cat-proof the house. it's been so long since been here. Since if I'm lucky then I can get her to hang out with me to the point of bringing her over."

Suguru tells Satoru, "Breath, let me process your word dump. You really missed her. I understood you missed her, but I thought maybe you would get over her. But I haven't heard you this happy in years."

"I want to get re-married. I still love her so man much, and it's so nice to tell the guys hitting her up to fuck off." Satoru snickers before he says,

"I set him my cock covered in her cum after I put her in the bathtub. She hasn't changed her password and I couldn't help myself. He gets an unwanted dick pic since he keeps hounding around her. She already rejected you!" Satoru sighs as he stands up and starts pacing around his room.

Not letting Suguru get a word in yet, Satoru keeps rambling, "Granted, she rejected me too. But she also is kind of my fuck buddy right now?" Satoru could hear Suguru driving.

Suguru takes the moment that Satoru pauses right after his question to say, "Based on the way both of you talked to me about each other. Let things progress how they are, she will see through your actions that you've changed for her. I'm proud of you."

Satoru flops back into the bed, as he sighs, “Thanks. And I hope you’re right, hate sleeping alone I miss her laying next to me. Anyway she is coming over. I need help to clean up. And I want to put some shelves up on the wall for the cat to get a higher view of the place. I’m not getting much for the cat yet since I want to see if I can get her to go shopping with me.”

Suguru grins as he says, “I’ll be there soon. I’m sure she is going to go with you, maybe invite her over afterward to get everything set up. Maybe ask her to stay for some dinner after?”

It's late the next afternoon when Satoru shows up with your favorite milk tea. While he has an extra heaping of boba balls at the bottom of his. And after you accept your tea from him with a,

"You remembered, thank you." You had taken him to one of your favorite stores. Since he had taken you to one of his. And Satoru is trying his hardest to show you he is more attentive both in the bedroom and out. So maybe if there is a slight chance to get you back like Suguru says, he doesn't fuck it up.

It gives Satoru hope since you are wearing the ring your old wedding ring on the chain. That he picked out yesterday. Before he had one of his secretaries, bring it to you. While he was working extra to make sure he could have a free afternoon for you.

Satoru smiles as you poke your straw through it. And your shoulder loses a bit of the tension from running the morning shift of your store. He says,

"Of course sweetness, now where is my baby? What kind of dad hasn't seen their baby all day?" So you take another sip and turn around, motioning for him to follow. His eyes drift down to how your ass looks in your skirt. And he is glad he has on sunglasses so no one can see him shamelessly checking you out.

You open the door and in the room's corner is a bunched-up, sleeping white fluff ball. Which Satoru beelines over to. So he sits down next to his new baby. That he wakes up by rubbing the soft tuff of fur behind their ear. Which causes the fuzzball to open their eyes.

Peering up at him with wide blue eyes and loudly screaming with a scratchy meow. Satoru snickers, "Lil' baby can't hear how loud she is. So cute, I love her. I can place her by the door and let her scream at everyone who enters."

You are widely smiling as the cat stands up and arches her back. While walking past Satoru, you say, "Wonderful. Looking into her eyes made me think of you so." The moment you say the words, you wish you can take them back. And you are grateful that he doesn't look up from the large fuzzy white cat.

Then he says, "Good to know we have been thinking of each other." He couldn't help himself. It's been twice now that he has had you underneath him. And now it's looking like it might be the start of a semi-regular thing.

Beforehand, he had been good at keeping his comments to himself. But now it's getting harder to hide how much he is still in love with you. As if he was doing a good job of hiding it beforehand.

His name comes off your lips so sweet, "Toru..." he wants to stand up, turn around, and kiss you. He could fuck you in the staff room of your job and have you send him the video for it.

To ruin the moment, you scoff, "thinking of me when you jerk, it doesn't count." But Satoru doesn't let you. As he retorts,

"Can't help it when wake up thinking of your soft wet pussy." And you take a long sip of the tea Satoru brought you. As you try to ignore the thought of him lying naked in bed, stroking his pretty cock. While he bites into his puffy pouty bottom lip, with his baby blue eyes and hair open. And his hand other hands around his balls.

Satoru can't help himself this time when you say nothing. He looks over at you to catch the blatantly hungry look in your eyes. So he stands up and walks up to you, as you take a step back until your back hits the wall. And he can trap you with both hands which he places on the wall on either side of you, as he hunches over.

Satoru tells you, "Tell me to stop and I will." You hate how much you adored the way his large body over yours made you feel so warm. With all the heat pooling between your legs. As you recall, no one could check the camera but you. Since you had locked your office before, Satoru showed up.

You can't bring yourself to tell him to stop, but you don't want to admit how badly you want him. But you can't help but crave having him between your legs. As you admire the way his loose, partly button-up white shirt shows his hard chest.

Satoru's cock is throbbing. All you are doing is looking at him, but he is so painfully hard it's embarrassing. He asks, "Are you going to keep eye-fucking me, or should I put on a show for you?"

You bite the bait and tell Satoru, "Stroke your pretty cock for me. Show me how you jerk off while you think of me." Satoru smirks as he reaches down and unbuttons his pants.

Pushing his pants and underwear down enough to let his cock slip out. Which he grabs with his large hand, holding out. And while he palms the tip of his cock, making more of his creamy pre-cum ooze from his slit.

You can't yourself from offer, "Let me get your cock wet for you." As you slide down the wall and get on your knees. And grab his pants to pull down more, so you can see his pretty, heavy balls.

Your skirt pooling around you, while you look up at him with wide eyes. As you lick your lips and reach for his cock. Which he moves his hand so that you can slap his cock on your tongue.

Satoru cups your cheek, his large hand covering the whole side of your face. As he groans, "You can do whatever you want with my cock. And use it to get yourself off however you want." You wrap your lips around him and quickly take him deep into your throat. And pause while your nose is in his short white hair.

Hallowing your cheeks and pulling Satoru's cock out with a loud pop. Your lips are wet with spit. While your red lipstick is smeared on his cock, making his cock throb.

You tell Satoru, "After I suck your dick like a lollipop then, you are going to be a good boy and stand still for me while I stuff my cock right? And tomorrow you can send a video of the pretty sight you are when you jerk your cock off."

Satoru opens his mouth to say something to you. When you take his cock deep into your throat again. It had been so long since you've seen the star-struck, needy look on his face. While his legs tremble and his breathy moans of your name fill the small back room.

Satoru warns you, "Someone could walk in on you, suck my cock." Yet as you wink up at him, Satoru groans. Before you quicken the pace of your bobbing head. As he smirks and moves his hand from the side of your face to the top of your head. He adds,

"Does that excite you? Mmm you always did like being fucked like a dirty slut just as much as you like me pampering you like a spoiled princess. Fuck the things your wet mouth makes me feel. I've missed your mouth so much." He drops his hand from your head, so he doesn't mess up your hair. Cupping Satoru's heavy balls with one hand. as some of it spills off the sides of your palm.

You pull Satoru's cock out of your mouth with a loud pop as you lift his cock and tell him, "Your balls are full of so much cum. I can't stop thinking of how warm and good it feels when you fill me up. Fuck you, Toru for having such a pretty, yummy cock." You press a soft kiss at the base of his cock. Where his ball skin starts, with his long cock resting on your face.

Having Satoru's long cock in your face while he moans, "How else am I supposed to keep your attention? I have to look all pretty for you, princess." Has your pussy throbbing, as you take a deep breath of the musk of his cock and balls.

Satoru moans, "That's right princess, kiss your fat balls that your sweet pussy is going to milk." While he keeps his sparkling baby blue eyes focused on you. As you suck his balls into your mouth and move your hand to his cock. Which you pump with your fist.

Your pussy clenches around nothing at the soft, slick sounds of your fist slipping up and down his length. Which mixes in with Satoru's beautiful low drawn-out moans. Since Satoru had never kept quiet. Which only encourages you.

Letting his balls go with a soft pop. And you lick up from his balls along the underneath of his cock. Until you reach his leaking tip, wrapping your legs around him. As Satoru can't stop himself from jerking his cock deep into your throat.

Satoru whines, "I want to fuck your soft, warm mouth so badly." You moan around half-way around his cock. As he abruptly jerks his cock into your throat.

You give him a thumbs up. Before you place your hand on his thighs. And he moans softly, "You're too good to me." Satoru leaves his cock deep in your throat. So that he can feel your throat squeezing him. While you gag on his cock, your throat shows him a faint outline of how deep he is.

Waiting until your eyes water up before he pulls his cock out of your throat. And he fucks part of his cock into your mouth. While you stick your tongue out and he whines,

"Shit I'm getting too close to cumming too quickly. Your mouth is too damn good. It's not fair, I barely fuck your cute mouth. It's just the way you are looking up at me." You moan around his cock and Satoru has to pull away.

You stand up and turn around, pulling your shirt up. As Satoru takes a moment to admire the shape of your ass, your panties clinging to your puffy pussy. And with your thighs spilling out the top of your thigh-high socks. Satoru knows he is a goner as you shift your hips from side to side.

Satoru takes his sun glass off, folding them up and sliding them into his pocket. Before he drops to his knees and presses his nose against your soaking panties. As he takes a deep breath before licking your panties. And moaning at the flavor, as he pulls your panties aside. And slips his tongue past your wet lips.

Grabbing handfuls of your ass, and squeezes, digging his fingers into your softness. As he curls his tongue, fucking it quickly deep inside of you. While your pussy quivers around his tongue every time he rubs your sweet spot with his long tongue.

Letting go of one of your cheeks and reaching around you. So that he can rub your clit. While your knees buckle and press together. And as you sit more on his face, you whine,

"Wanna cum please, don't stop." Satoru groans as he closes his eyes, letting himself get lost in the softness of your ass pressing against his face. While you sit on him and grind your hips. With your drooling pussy clenching his tongue. As he rubs your puffy clit.

He missed behind able to have you around the house. He used to turn you around if need be. Before he stripped you of any clothes that impeded his face from getting in between your legs. So that you have to sit on his face and smother him with your pussy and ass.

Reaching behind you to grab onto his hair. While you place your hand against the wall, he has you pressed against it. With your face turned to the side, your lower back arched. While the camera on the far side of the wall should catch all of it.

Gushing on his face as Satoru moans loudly. The vibrations going to your clit, that he is rubbing circles into. As he fucks you through your high with his tongue. While he wraps his hand around his aching cock.

Stroking himself using the spit that still covers him. As you pull on his hair, the dull pain makes his cock throb. While he recalls the time you had him by the hair while you fucked him from behind.

Trying to push his face away and whine, "Too sensitive." Satoru pulls away to see your creamy pussy. Which he presses a soft kiss too. Before he licks his lips and then wipes your juices off his chin with his sleeve. That he rolls up right after.

Satoru says, "In that case, do you want to head out? We can go shopping together with Ms. Snuggles. She has the perfect amount of fluff to bury your face into." Stepping away from the wall enough to bend over more. As you place your hands on the wall, you tell him,

Your cheeks are burning as you tell him, "We can go together, but first I want to get you off."

Satoru asks, "Are you sure you don't want to be filled with cum?" There is only so much time the two of you could be back here. Before someone comes to check up. Or maybe one of your employees might come to ask you a question, only to find you getting dicked down in the back.

Biting into your bottom lip as you wait a second. While thinking about how to respond. Since you recall his love for making you beg. While you wonder how long the two of you have been back here. So you plea with him,

" I want to be stuffed full of your cum. Hurry up, I don't want to wait any longer." And finally, you feel his large hands on your ass. As he puts his cock on top of your bent-over ass he tells you,

"You know you are too short for my cock to reach your pussy. So am going to have to pick you up. You can keep your hands on the wall. Or cling to me." And right away, you tell him,

"Then can I face you? I want to see the pretty expression you make when you cum inside of me." Satoru steps away, as you stand up and go to lock the door. Before you drop your skirt down and kick it to the side.

Satoru rips your panties off as he back you up against the wall. While he tells you, "Babygirl you can't be telling me things like that. Asking me to send you a video of me jerking off, wanting me to stuff you full of cum." You grab him by his loose button-up shirt, working on the last of the buttons.

He adds, "Lil' princess, you are barely sticking to your no-sex rule as it is. Who is to say what happens if I flirt with you more?" He shrugs his shirt off his shoulders. Which you drop on top of your skirt. As he reaches down, cups your ass and lifts you up.

You mumble, "So you have been flirting with me?" You recall every morning Snapchat of him sweaty after a morning jog. While asking what you are eating. To which if you tell you he hasn't or that you plan to skip. Then he scolds you. Sometimes you say you aren't just to see his concerned face.

Satoru tells you, "How can I not? I fucked up badly and I really want you back. But most of all, I just want to see you happy, even if that is just as a friend." You wrap your hands around his neck as Satoru pauses. Before he continues saying,

"I know that after how I hurt you. You won't accept me back so easily. You shouldn't, but I make it up to you over the years, show you I've changed." He grabs his cock and lines himself up with you.

Rutting his cock head against your pussy a few times before slipping his head past your lips. Before he steps away from the wall while pushing his cock deeper into you.

Satoru is looming over you as he places on hand on the wall behind you. While holds you up with his tight grasp on your waist. And himself buried inside of you. Which only makes you feel smaller underneath his tall frame.

His eyes flutter shut as he pulls his cock out, dragging himself against your soft pussy. And you protest,

"Look at me Toru." A shudder that starts at his shoulder and runs down his spine, to his hips. Which roughly jerk deep inside of you. Where he pauses, opening his eyes and admiring the bulge of his cock. Before looking up to meet your eyes.

Satoru's cock twitches inside of you, his cock head rubbing your cervix. He softly moans, "You feel so damn good every single time. Squeeze my cock with your pussy." And when you do, squeezing then relaxing. Before squeezing him again. As he drops his hand from the wall to grab your other hips.

There is no working up to the rough and quick pace Satoru sets. As the sound of slapping skin feeling the room. While you dig your nails into the back of Satoru's neck. As you cover your mouth with the other hand.

Some of his snow-white hair is falling into his ocean blue eyes as he smiles down at you. And says,

"You are so small compared to me I can so easily fuck you on my cock just like this without you holding onto me. Is that why you wanted to face me, so you can watch how much I love fucking my cock into your pussy like you're my cute little fleshlight?"

The sight of him is blurry as he bounces you on his cock. His balls slapping against your ass. While your pussy squelches with every harsh thrust. As he angles his hips up, bring yours down to meet his.

His arms flex as he makes you meet his thrusts halfway. And you can't help but whine, "Harder! Please Toru." Every thrust is too much as Satoru pins you against the wall.

Grabbing your legs and pushing them up by your sides. His abs flex with every roll of his hips. As he brushes your sweet spot, your pussy gets tighter around him, the closer you get to your peak. So your stomach would tense up by every time his cock stirs your guts up, it makes your body go limp.

Satoru moans, "Good lil' princess you like taking my cock deep into your dripping pussy? Mmm you're getting too tight." After a half-day of annoying meetings, he could work out of his growing frustrations.

Your slick drips onto the backroom floor. Which you are going to have to close this room off until you clean it and air it out after closing. But that is a worry for later. Since the only thought that your mind can hold is the way Satoru is moaning as he fucks his cock into you.

"Can't get enough of it, please, please! Mnnng." Satoru slips his fingers into your mouth, trying to muffle your voice. While you forget to quiet yourself down. As you hook your leg around his waist and grab onto his shoulders.

Your nails digging in as Satoru moans, "I love having you like this, bent in half making you even smaller. Makes me feel so fucking big, it's addicting. You like me making you feel so small and weightless while I fuck you up against the wall?" Satoru gags you with his fingers. As he sticks them deep into your throat.

Satoru pace is getting sloppier as he gets closer. As he says, "Mm I can't get enough of your small pussy tugging on my cock, not wanting to let me go. Such a soft and sweet little pussy." The love struck look on his face, with his hazy blue eyes and pink cheeks. As he whines and moans,

"Your pussy needs to be stuffed full of cum, doesn't she? Gonna stuff your pretty puffy princess pussy full, so you have my cum dripping down your thighs." Satoru slips his fingers out of your mouth as he presses his lips to yours.

Smothering every whine and whimper, while he moans into your mouth. As his tongue slips into your mouth. And his hips still, with his cockhead pressing against your cervix. The feeling of his cum spurting out of his cock sends you over the edge. AS you gush around him. Satoru breaks the kiss and whispers,

"There we go, such a sweet pussy creaming on my cock and milking me so damn well." Slowly Satoru pulls his cock out of you. As he slips his fingers deep inside, curling them as he gathers his cum.

Holding his cum coated fingers up to your lips, you stick out your tongue. And take his fingers, happily sucking the cum off. As there is a knock on the door. So Satoru says to them,

"We are about to come out, I was getting Ms.Snuggles used to me before I put her in my backpack. And take both my new baby and your boss out with me." His fingers are still in your mouth, as he slowly lowers you back onto your feet.

Leaning down, and presses a soft lingering kiss on your forehead. As he holds onto your sides while you steady yourself. And he hears a voice that makes his blood turn to ice. Lisa, one of your closest friends, says through the door,

"Gojo Satoru, as in her ex? Do you have her trapped in this room? Let me hear her speak! Better yet open the fucking door. What are you doing to her?" Your shoulders sag as you call,

"Nothing I didn't want him to do. Let us get dressed. We will be right out." You already know that Lisa will vastly disapprove of you fooling around with him. But as long as you assure her no feelings are involved, maybe she won't be as mad? But that was a conversation you were going to have when you invited her over late tonight.

Satoru and you make quick work getting dressed. As Satoru has to fight the urge to kiss your cheek. Since the moment is over, he knows he can't kiss up on you and touch you like he was. So he crouches down next to Ms. Snuggles who had gone back to sleep.

Leaving you to face Lisa, who has her arms across and a look of disapproval. As she steps into the room and says,

"What are you doing with this selfish asshole again?" Satoru stands up and turns around.

Looking Lisa in the eyes and telling her, "You're right about what she is doing with me. I was a very selfish asshole who acted like an entitled rich brat. But I'm trying to make it up to her." Lisa stiffens up as she looks at you and says,

"Well at least he realizes he was an asshole." She then walks up to Satoru. Looking up at him and pointing a finger at him as she adds,

"Make her cry again and I'm having your nuts roasting over an open fire. You are coming over later and explaining all of your poor life choices involving this asshole." And then she turns around and Satoru assumes, based on the apron, that she is heading back to work.

You let out a heavy sigh. And Satoru reflexively wraps his arm around your shoulders. So that he can pull you in close. As he leans down and kisses your forehead before reassuring you by saying,

"It's going to go fine. I was an asshole. She has every right to be angry and defensive. I hate myself for what I did to you. But here isn't the place for me to pour my heart out more than I have since the door is wide open." Satoru lets you go as he waits for you to get onto him for kissing you outside of sex. But you just grab onto his shirt and say,

"Thank you, Toru. Now let's go shopping for your baby. You know your Ms.Snuggles likes to walk on a leash." You let go of Satoru's sleeve. And walk over to where you have the leashes hung on hooks you have fixed on the wall.

Satoru is oozing happiness as he blurts, "Yes! Show me how to put it on. We can take her for walks in the park! You can walk crybaby, they need to have kitty play dates. Oo how about a date this Sunday afternoon? We can meet in the park." Satoru would find a way to see you in the three days beforehand. But you can solve that with the mention of food.

You grab a purple and sparkly leash and harness for Ms.Snuggle. As you say, "We can meet Sunday afternoon." Part of you wants to clarify that this isn't date between Satoru and You. But another part of you likes the possibility of it being one. As first-time date jitters stir within in. As you try to distract yourself by saying,

"This is her favorite, she is very picky. That reminds me, I can text you the food brand she likes." You crouch down next to Ms. Snuggles. Who you softly scratch behind the ear, waking her up. As she stretches out her front paw and yawns. Before she lets out a loud meow.

She stands up as Satoru crouches next to you and tells you, "No need I hired a cat food chef so she can have fresh and healthy meals. Since she is picky, I can have the chef watch her eat to learn her favorite foods. Mr. Hido seems to take his nourishment of cats seriously, as he put it." You smile as you pick up Ms.Snuggles and set her on her fluffy paws.

You tell Satoru, "Spoil her rotten, she deserves it." And as you slowly put the harness and leash on Ms.Snuggles you ask Satoru,

"Where to first?" Ms.Snuggles purrs loudly as you get the harness on her right. While making sure her fur wasn't messed up by it either. You then hand Satoru the leash as he tells you,

"First cat beds and trees, we can head to the animal shopping district and walk around there." Satoru and You walk out of the back room that you shut and lock behind you. Before heading over to the counter as Satoru makes his way to the door.

You grab one of the small cupcakes you sell or cats, which sit right next to the ones meant for puppies. Where Lisa walks up to you and says,

"I hope you know what you are doing with that." She points at Satoru is who now waiting outside the door. And cradling Ms. Snuggles, while petting her belly and squishing her beans. And you think about what Satoru would look like cradling your baby. You are so lost in thought that you barely hear Lisa say,

"And not getting roped back in with his pretty looks. But I'll keep my peace, but I need details after I put little Aaron down for bed tonight." You winch since you've been keeping this from her.

You sigh and say, "We are just friends. We sometimes fuck around, but we aren't dating. Right now we are just going to get some things for his cat. Then I will be at your's by 11 tonight. How about you go ahead you set aside some cupcakes that Aaron likes?"

"I will. Now go on your date. Text me if things go extra well and we can hang out tomorrow morning after I take Aaron to school." Lisa waves you away from the counter.

You scoff, "Not a date, only friends." To which Lisa rolls her eyes at you.

She retorts, "Yeah tell that to your pussy and his dick. You have a cum stain right there." She points to the bottom of your shirt. And you place the cupcake down on some napkins. Which the top of the cupcake is the face of Ms.Snuggles wearing black round glasses.

You groan, "Really?" Grabbing your shirt, checking the bottom of it to find nothing there. As Lisa quickly says,

"Nope, you look hot and very fuckable. At least, that's what Satoru thought. Now go, he is staring longingly at you?" You smile as you ask,

"He is?" Lisa smiles before she retorts,

"How should I know he has glasses on?" You roll your eyes as you grab the cupcake and walk away from the counter.

Lisa calls, "Have fun on your date." And you roll your eyes as you smile to yourself. And push open the door of your store. Where Satoru is by your side the second you step out onto the sidewalk.

Before he can ask about the conversation between Lisa and You, you say, "I brought a cupcake for Ms.Snuggles." And hold it out for him. So Ms.Snuggles can eat it out of his hand. While both of you walked toward the subway.

Inside yet another store for pet beds. Satoru exclaims, "I think she might like this one." He had insisted on Ms.Snuggles picking out her bed and toys by seeing what caught her interest the most. And after two stores of her being indifferent to everything, seems to finally like one of them.

She is curling up on its hammock that is made to look like a fluffy cloud. And above her hanging is a yellow star and moon she could play with. You can't help but take a picture of her as you say to Satoru,

"I think so too. It's so cute too. How about we find her some toys she likes." Sliding your phone back into your pocket. After getting enough pictures.

Satoru picks her up, and she lets out a meow of protest. Before she switches to a purr as she settles with her paw and head resting on top of Satoru's shoulder. Satoru walks towards the front of the store. While telling you,

"There is a store that sells just catnip and some catnip seeds. Which I was thinking you would like to grow some catnip for Crybaby." And just then you see it, an adorable gift for Satoru. Which you convince yourself is only fair after he got you one. And you blurt,

"We can go there next, that sounds good. Buy the tower for her. I'll meet you upfront in a little while." And before he can say anything, you rush away from him. Only coming back to grab the stuffed animal of a cute fluffy white cat licking a large lollipop.

Heading to the register at the back of the large store. And getting them to double bag it. And as you walk towards the front, you tie the top together. So that Satoru's nosy eyes can't see the gift till you give it to him later. When you don't know, but the idea of giving him a gift right now shouldn't make you so nervous. While also being so exciting.

Walking up behind Satoru and freeze as you hear the cashier say, "Hey before you go, take my number." And right away Satoru is backing away from the counter. As he says,

"Already interested in someone," he turns around and as soon as he spots you he adds, "Speaking of which there she is." Ms. Snuggles walks beside him, with her fluffy tail held in the air.

Satoru closes the gap between himself and you. So that he can lace his fingers between your's and lead you out of the store. And onto the crowded street of the outdoor mall. Where Satoru says,

"I'll let you hand go now if you want. I just wanted to get out of there. At least the cat tower should be taken to my house today. So after this do you want to come by and get Ms.Snuggles settled in with me. And I can order us some dinner?" Your mind is saying that you should tell him no, you have plans with Lisa tonight, but what comes out is,

"Dinner sounds good and I would worry about her, so it's best if I come and make sure. And we can keep holding hands, so we don't get spilt up easily." Satoru squeezes your hand as he asks,

"What's in the bag?" You hide the bag behind you, as you stiffly say,

"It's a gift for someone." And when you glance up at Satoru who is pouting. Which changes back to a smile as he says,

"This store is this way." He tugs you in a direction but stops as he notices Ms.Snuggles rubbing herself up against the benach. He waits for her to finish before he starts leading you towards the store again.

Getting to Satoru's as the sun is setting. It is odd walking into a place you used to call home. And seeing how it looks so familiar yet different with all your plants missing. Satoru had changed little since you had left the place.

Along with the addition of what looks like wooden shelves put onto the walls in the living room, which you figure is for the cat to get up high.

You want to ask why, but you swallow the question. Since you had figured, he would move. Because he doesn't have to stay here. And you act like you don't notice the way he is watching your reaction.

Your stomach growls as look down at Ms. Snuggles standing between Satoru and You, cautiously sniffing at the air. With her tail perked up. It isn't long before she notices the wooden shelves on the wall. Which she goes over to investigate.

"How about I order some food?" He wants you to stay with him a little longer. Even if it might be awkward for you to be here.

"Sounds good. I've been craving some kare raisu." He pulls out his phone and jerks his head to the side as he says,

"Follow me." He guides you towards the hallway, most likely to take you to the smoking room. And ever so clingy, Ms.Snuggles is quick on Satoru's feet. Which makes him stop as the fuzzball rubs against his legs. Since she decides her getting attention is more important than him walking.

You scoop up Ms.Snuggles, as Satoru leans down to give her a kiss on the forehead. And when he stands up without thinking about it until after, he has his lips pressed against your forehead.

Satoru quickly pulls away and says, "I know...just friends." His voice breaks on the last word. As gives you a bright smile before looking down at his phone and it hits you that Satoru is serious about wanting you still. Even though you left him.

There is a part of you that is scared what he feels for you is just infatuation. A more rational part of your brain is saying that in the time you have been apart, he could have moved on. Yet there are no signs of

Maybe he might go back to the way he was. But another part of you wants to let go of that fear and give him a second chance. So you say,

"Maybe friends with benefits. If you stop making that pouty face at your phone." Satoru orders the food before he slips his phone into his pocket.

He turns around and says, "I've been wanting to do this again since your store. Baby, you're addicting. I love how soft you are." He grabs your hips and pulls you to him, lifting you up. As he softly kisses your lips before saying

"Can I take you to your princess' room?" Your heart is pounding as you recall the all-pink sex room you haven't seen the inside of since before both of you started fighting. And you left him since the relationship was rapidly becoming toxic.

You wrinkle your nose trying to cover your nervousness up with a jab, "Can't call it my princess room if you brought other women in it." Satoru kisses your forehead before he tells you,

"You right that wouldn't make it yours anymore." His voice gets huskier as he pleads with you,

"Like I already asked, can I please take you to your princess' room? I want to lay you down on the sex swing and play with your squirt with all your pink toys. I've missed spoiling you."

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gotafewtricks · 6 months

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omg hi!! i hope youre having a good day so far!! :3c can i ask for hcs of hanzo with a catgirl reader who is his s/o? :0 where she has cat ears, a tail, claws and sharp teeth… and maybe she can purr too? x3 i feel like that’d be very silly… thank you so much!! :D

★ Curiosity...

Hey !! Awwee... thank you so much! Another silly animal anon, might I add? Anyways, I'm doing well! Hope you are, too <3 oh—and mhm! Pretty silly indeed !! I do appreciate the Hanzo req., since I want to practice up on him :3

Hanzo would've been mesmerized by your mannerisms and antics; how you composed yourself was something that caught the marksman's eye, analyzing your every move—noting to himself mentally on your actions.

If you were to ever tease him on the staring, however, you'd be met with a flustered man—typical. You'd then laugh it off, if you were that type of person, and tell him that it's genuinely fine to be curious—after all, so were you about the world, and not everyone meets up with a lady this cat-like.

With Hanzo being your partner, he has found ultimate comfort in you; being able to come to you for affirmation, not being afraid to ask a question regarding anything between the two of you twos' relationship. Being able to sit down together at the table, talking over some dessert he's made—oh my; it makes him soften his gaze instantly. You adored how you were the only person to make his eyes look over you, tenderly appreciating the love of his life; catgirl or not.

Once the two of you were in the relationship, he slowly began to feel more comfortable with asking questions about yourself—if it wasn't said prior. Gentle musings and mutterings of "what"'s and "how"'s and "why"'s would cause you to laugh. A confused Hanzo would tilt his head, as your tail were to sway back and forth; amused at his fascination.

The first cuddle session between you and him was something unforgettable. Either it was the thumping in your chest, the butterflies in your boyfriend's stomach, or how you accidentally got your claws stuck in his hair—one of those

As he then held you, spooning, he's feel your tail brush up against his body, curling its way across his torso and legs. He'd laugh, tickled, and then kindly ask you to stop—pressing a gentle kiss against your neck. Hanzo would like the attention, I'm sure, but he needs to get his sleep in—especially since you, his love, his girl—the one for him—as safe and secure in his arms. His.

"Mmm... make me." You'd then challenge him, if you were not tired or not in the mood. With a free hand, with reluctance of letting go of your frame fully, he'd then play with the soft tuffs at the end of your tail; absentmindedly batting it back and forth.

"I'm starting to think you're a cat."

"What?" Hanzo would then stop, clearing his throat to then adjust his embrace to be more comfortable against your figure. "No, no."

At first, you thought that he was genuinely annoyed at your habits. Over time, you started to realize that he found them rather endearing.

He'd compare his hand size with yours, noticing the remarkable claws at your fingers. Playing between the digits of each, he'd feel along the skin, and then press along the keratin of the nails; pressing his lips together in thought.

"You're quite something else," Hanzo would then murmur between pursed lips, as he returned your hands towards him. As he then repeated his comment on how he found you to be so interesting, you'd chuckle; lightheartedly agreeing.

"I know." Was what you purred out, causing Hanzo to form a bit of a blush against his cheeks; not expecting such a sound. You'd then lovingly nuzzle against the man, kneading your hands inro the softness of his skin; much to his discomfort of your hands digging into him. However, judging by the content noise you were making, and such an affectionate expression—he just couldn't deny you.

With a "begrudging" sigh, he'd resch up, petting and scratching along the back of your ears. How lucky he was to meet a woman like you.

#other silly animal anon #this was kinda short </3 #hanzo x reader #hanzo shimada x reader #ow x reader #overwatch x reader #x reader #catgirl reader #hanzo x female reader #hanzo shimada x female reader #femme reader #female reader

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twooneztaylorthecat · 1 year

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Sweet Sensations - Adam Stanheight / Reader

18+ story.

Woah, hi. I've been experiencing severe burnout. But, here's something I managed to pull up - without the help of a song, what?

This inspo behind this was pretty much, 'try to make it sexual'?

18+ Soooo yeah. Read at your own risk this story is for a mature audience.

Adam Stanheight locked eyes with you for the first time that night. They were tired and dreary, but lustful all the same. He nuzzled your nose slightly, and massaged your cheeks. You had been out of town for a month or so, and hadn’t had much time to catch up. But now that you were back, you felt right at home. Adam was obviously enjoying himself.

“I missed you!” He exclaimed, kissing you down your neck.

You moaned a little bit, and smiled. “I missed you, too, Adam…”

“I’ve not been able to stop thinking about you,” Stanheight confessed, bringing his head up to look you in the eyes. You sighed in disappointment, longing for the feeling of his lips on your skin once more.

“Oh really?” you asked. “What have you been thinking about?”

Adam kissed you briefly on the mouth. “Oh…” he murmured. “NSFW stuff…”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Go on…”

“No,” Adam said shyly. “You wouldn’t like it…”

“Try me,” you whispered longingly.

Adam examined your naked body. You could feel his gaze travel down your body almost like a physical feeling. Soft, and silky, his gaze gave you chills as he took in your nudity. He kissed you on the cheek and you felt warmth rush your cheeks. You were incapable of stopping the smile that crossed your face. “Mmmh… Use your imagination.”

You shivered, and cocked your head to the side. “I want to know,” you begged. “I want to know what you’re seeing in your head…”

Adam’s hand traveled slowly down your sensitive body, making stops in a couple of certain places. You moaned out immediately, desperately. He rubbed on your inner thigh, and moved cautiously inward. You flinched at his gentle touch. “I’d rather try to show you…”

Overwhelming feeling took over your mind, which made you gasp and grab the edge of the sofa. Sparkles twinkled in your eyes, and filled your stomach. “A-Adam…” You choked.

“What?” Adam brought both his hands up to your cheeks. One set was wet and the other set was dry.

The intense feelings you were feeling before dissolved, and left you feeling empty. You gasped, trying to ignore the blood rush between your legs. Blinking, you mumbled, “Th-th-that felt really good.”

Adam scoffed, and smirked down at you. “Really?”

You felt your cheeks get bright red, and you found it hard to make eye contact. You got nervous, and timid. “Yeah…” You admitted quietly.

“Awe,” Adam purred, and caressed your cheek. “So cute. Look at me, Y/N.”

With lots of effort, you forced yourself to look in Adam’s eyes. You saw major satisfaction and confident power glinting in Adam’s eyes. Obviously he was enjoying himself. A lot. You couldn’t say anything. You were so… melted…

“What?” He asked teasingly. “Cat got your tongue?”

You bit your lip nervously, feeling another blood rush in between your legs. “Ahh…”

Adam Stanheight dropped his gaze downward. “Oh,” he whispered. He messaged your sensitive parts again, with both hands this time.

You closed your eyes, and rolled your head back, monstrous pleasure cascading all over you like a thunderstorm of rain. Your mind went blank and you gripped the couch again. “Adam!” You exclaimed, feeling a rise of pressure within.

Adam giggled. “Like that?”

“Mmh.”

“The only thing missing is the rope.” He smirked at you. “Otherwise, it’d be a perfect replica of my daydream.” You grit your teeth, your heart thundering and your mind reeling. You moaned loudly, as Adam finally finished you off.

For a few moments there was bliss. Crashing immense gratification thrashed through your whole nervous system, and you went limp. You felt Adam’s strong body on your lithe one, and you could smell his smokey scent.

“Adam…” You whispered. “Mmmmh.” Your body went limp, and you breathed deeply. Exhaustion filled your limbs, and chest.

But Adam wasn’t done yet. “Don’t forget about me…” He growled into your ear. You could feel him rubbing on your right leg.

“Sorry, Adam…” You whispered.

“Why don’t you make it up to me?” He uttered, and tipped your head up so that you had to look him in the eyes. There was love in his expression, but you could see his sexual hunger.

Once again, shyness consumed you, and you burrowed your eyebrows worriedly. “Y-Yeah…” You let out a nervous breath.

“Great.” Adam smiled gratefully. “I love you.”

Before you could answer, you had Adam thrusting in your soft hands. Gasping, you moved your hands mechanically, automatically, the way you knew he liked it. Mostly he got himself off, but he seemed really pleased to have your hands on him, touching him, pleasuring him. You enjoyed feeling him in your hands, and when it was over, you almost longed to feel it again.

Adam came down to lay on top of you, looking into your eyes, and kissing you, and breathing in your mouth, and whispering in your ear. “Thanks, Y/N. You’re so good to me. You’re so good at obeying.”

“Oh… you know… I was just trying to satisfy you. I was-”

Adam kissed you on the mouth roughly. He caressed your cheeks with both hands. “Shut up…” He murmured nicely. “Just say you love me.”

Chills ran up your back. “I… I love you…”

“I love you more.”

“I love you most,” you said proudly.

“Tch, that’s cute. But at least I love you so much to actually get you off, doing the work…” His voice was low and teasing, and you could feel another blood rush.

“Oh…”

Adam chuckled in amusement. “Sweetie…” The power in his tone made you stiffen, and look him in the eyes. “Gracious girl/boy. That look keeps me awake at night…”

You gasped at his words. “Oh, Adam…”

“So does the memory of your voice,” Adam added smoothly.

Another throb between the legs. “Fuck…”

“And the feeling of your body.”

“Fuck me again!” You blurted out into the atmosphere.

Adam looked at you in surprise, seemingly impressed with your bluntness. “Who’s getting a little demanding?” He asked amusedly. “You want me to take care of you again? I had no idea you were so needy.”

You whimpered. “Sorry, Adam, I didn’t mean to… I’m just so…” you trailed off.

Adam chuckled. “I turn you on that much?”

You blushed and looked away from Adam’s eyes. “I-I-Yeah… You’re so good at teasing me.”

“Baby, please. It’s not that hard.” He sounded scornful, but you knew it was all part of the game. You hugged him closer. “Alright. I’m done fucking around. You don’t deserve that. You deserve all my love.”

You swallowed, as Adam started round two. You heaved a sigh as Adam started rubbing on you once again. You choked as he messaged you slower than before, harder, dragging out the feelings of pleasure and satisfaction. The process continued until you couldn’t stand it. Adam loved tearing your feelings up your nerves but he did know when to stop. And then he fucked hard.

Relishing the burning hot pleasure in your body, you closed your eyes, and yowled his name. So, fucking sensitive. So much more sensitive than the first time, and holy shit… “Oh god…” you gasped.

Adam laughed. “You don’t even know what to do with yourself, do you?”

“What am I supposed to do?” You wheezed.

“Dunno,” Adam replied, dragging your hand down to his ‘Problem.’ “You could always…”

You started massaging him roughly, not even trying to tease him or provoke him. And together you both finished, though one of you might’ve been a lot messier at the end.

You laid back against the pillows, and grabbed Adam’s hands in yours. Now he looked tired, rather than lustful. He was snuggly, rather than turned on. “I love you,” you said.

“I’d think so,” Adam said offhandedly. “You’ve married me. You’ve fucked me. You’ve committed yourself to me. You better love me.”

You waited for him to continue, but he didn’t. “Adam?”

“Hm?”

“I love you…”

“I love the way you go limp when you’re coming.”

Flabbergasted, your mouth fell open and you put your arm over your face in embarrassment. “A-Adam!”

Adam only gazed down at you even more satisfyingly. “I speak only the truth.”

“W-Well, you didn’t have to say that…”

“Would you have preferred I said ‘I love the way you squirm when you’re embarrassed’?”

You flushed even more, and put your other arm over your face. “S-Stop…”

“Just like that…” Adam sighed.

“Just… Tell me what I want to hear…”

“I… la la…”

You frowned at him unhappily. “Why do you do this to me?”

“Do what? I’m only making you happy.” Adam gave you an innocent smile.

You forgot all your embarrassment. “Oh… you’re right.”

“I know…” Adam whispered. “I usually am.”

“Fuck you,” you scoffed.

“I love you, Y/N,” Adam purred into your ear. “I love you.”

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shadowdaddyazriel · 2 years

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3 Batboys walk into a Birchin... (Feyre x Batboys

SUMMARY: What would’ve happened if Feyre had joined all three bat boys in the birchin?

warnings: smut. it’s just smut. FxMxMxM. 18+ only.

“Azriel won. His one-hundred-ninety-ninth victory, apparently. The three of them had entered the cabin an hour later, dripping snow, skin splotched with red, grinning from ear to ear. Mor and I, snuggled together beneath a blanket on the couch, only rolled our eyes at them. Rhys just dropped a kiss atop my head, declared the three of them were going to take a steam in the cedar-lined shed attached to the house, and then they were gone. I blinked at Mor as they vanished, letting the image settle.

“Another tradition,” she told me, the bottle of amber-colored alcohol mostly empty. And my head now spinning with it. “An Illyrian custom, actually—the heated sheds. The birchin. A bunch of naked warriors, sitting together in the steam, sweating.”

I blinked again.

Mor’s lips twitched. “About the only good custom the Illyrians ever came up with, to be honest.”

I snorted. “So the three of them are just in there. Naked. Sweating.” Mother above.

Interested in taking a look? The dark purr echoed into my mind.

Lech. Go back to your sweating.

There’s room for one more in here.

I thought mates were territorial. I could feel him smile as if he were grinning against my neck.

I’m always eager to learn what sparks your interest, Feyre darling. ”

— Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight.

And if I were interested?

I would be happy to give you everything you could ever want, he says into my mind. Especially this.

Sounds like maybe it’s you that wants it more, I joke. I can feel him purring like a cat through the bond.

Maybe so, Feyre Darling.

A shiver ran up my spine at the thought of the three huge illyrians I’d become so close with touching me, worshipping me. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t at least a little bit intrigued. I tried to imagine the scene in my mind. Would their focus all be on sharing me? Would they share each other? Heat flooded my core at the thought of the three males entangled with one another.

We’ve been known to, on occasion, Rhys says into my mind with a dark chuckle.

My cheeks heat. I must have been so enthralled in the thought that it had sent down the mating bond. I decided then that I wouldn’t let myself pass up this opportunity. I chose to trust the males huddled within the birchin to not ruin our friendship over a sharing of mutual pleasure. They had done this before, I tell myself. Their friendships all seem very much intact.

I’m coming, I push down the bond to Rhys.

Yes, you will be, he purrs back.

We’re here whenever you’re ready, Feyre Darling. I could feel his lust laced through every word. Butterflies scattered throughout my stomach as I realize what I’m about to do. Biting my lip, I take a deep breath and walk to the door of the birchin. I knew they could hear me long before I would open the door, but still stopped to gather myself.

As I reach for the door handle, I feel my mate’s warm voice once more sneaking into my mind.

No clothes in the birchin, my love. House rules.

Gods, I knew he was probably smirking right beyond the door, anticipating how nervous I’d be. I quickly shed my clothes, kicking off my boots as I went. Not letting myself pause again for fear that I’d back out, I open the door and quickly shut it behind myself.

It’s so dim in here. It takes me a few moments to adjust to the lack of lighting when my eyes find my mate’s. He’s looking at me like he wants to devour me.

“Looking as delicious as ever, my love,” he purrs, reaching out his hand to me. My breath catches as I see how hard he already is, erection pressing against his abs. I near him as he pulls me to stand between his legs.

“Hi, baby,” He says only loud enough for me to hear, flashing me a sly smile. I grin back at him nervously.

Finally brave enough to glance around the room, I see Azriel to my left, sitting on the bench, steam and sweat coating his chest, sticking certain strands of his raven black hair to his forehead. His arms lounge on the back of the wooden bench, wrists limp. Noticing I had turned my attention to him, his hazel eyes shine with something wicked, lush pink lips tugging up at one corner. Gods, Azriel was beautiful.

“Feyre Darling, Azriel won today’s snowball fight. That’s a pretty big deal around here. Wanna go congratulate him?” Rhys purrs, kissing along my lower abdomen, hands holding my hips as he works. I hesitate, nervous to be the first to break the tension between the four of us. Rhys looks up at me, reassurance and love in his eyes. He turns me in his arms, giving me a light tap on my ass as I start towards the shadowsinger.

His hazel eyes stare into mine with such intensity I feel like I might melt. I stop a foot away from him, wringing my hands in front of me. A corner of his lips turns upwards in a wicked smirk as he makes no move to show me where he wants me. His eyes survey my body as I stand before him.

“You look positively terrified, little mouse,” Azriel hums, letting out a dark chuckle.

I open my mouth to speak but for the life of me can’t recall words when my eyes land on his huge length, hard and against his stomach now.

“It’s okay, my love. Az will be gentle… at first,” Rhys murmurs from his seat across the birchin. I nod, stepping closer to Azriel. Taking a deep breath to still myself, I decide I am going to be brave. Swinging one leg at a time over him, I straddle Azriel’s lap, mere inches from that beautiful mouth. He groans in quiet approval.

Azriel’s hands snake up my thighs to grab my ass. In one rough motion, he pulls me down onto him. My core glides against the length of him and he shudders. One hand moves in between us and grips the sides of my throat, squeezing just enough that it sent a rush of euphoria to my head. He uses his grip on my throat to pull my face down so that our foreheads were touching. He pants into my mouth, attempting to control himself before moving.

“Are you always..” he growls, “this fucking wet, Feyre?”

Those words drag an animalistic sound from deep in my chest. Azriel drops his head lower, lips wrapping around my right nipple as his hands massage and palm my breasts. His warm, wet tongue circles my nipple, sucking and biting at it. My hips begin to rock against his, almost involuntarily.

“Gods-” I groan loudly, rubbing myself against Azriel. It suddenly occurs to me that my mate is still behind me, and my cheeks begin to burn at the fact that I have ignored him. I hope he isn’t jealous or hurt. I crane my neck to look behind me. And what I see makes my core begin to throb.

Rhys has his hands tangled in Cassian’s hair as the two erotically smash their mouths together, the feirceness of it something to behold. I watch as my mate’s tongue delves into Cassian’s open mouth when Azriel begins to demand my attention again. He moves from my nipple to the most sensitive parts of my neck. He licks a line from the base of my throat up to my jaw, pulling a deep moan from my lips.

Dragging his hand up to grip the hair at the nape of my neck, Azriel brings my mouth to his. His kiss is deep and sensual. A stark contrast to the one I just witnessed. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, dragging his teeth slowly along it as he releases it. I stop and look at him for a moment, his beautiful hazel eyes hooded and lustful.

Still looking at him, I drag myself along his length again. He groans at the contact and the glide of me. I throb against him, so turned on by all of this that I forget any reservations I may have had.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He purrs, pushing me up and off of him. I whine in protest, but he continues the movement anyway. Before I can process what’s happening, Azriel has picked me up, wrapping my legs around his powerful torso. He walks over to where Rhys and Cassian are still interlocked.

He sits me on that section of the bench, kneeling in front of me. Having Azriel between my legs was a sight I didn’t realize I would enjoy quite as much as I did.

Strong hands find my shoulders and slide down my arms as Rhys sits behind me, legs straddling my own as we both sit on the bench. Cassian walks behind Azriel then, wrapping his hand around Azriel’s throat underneath his jaw and pulling Azriel’s face up to look at him. Cassian leans down then and Azriel parts his lips softly as Cassian devors his mouth. I am pretty sure my jaw unhinges at the sight. The smell of my arousal must be overwhelming at this point. I am practically dripping, desperate for any contact. Cassian releases Azriel’s neck but stays standing behind him.

A devilish look from Azriel is my only warning before he begins kissing my inner thighs. Sloppy, open-mouthed kisses that render me speechless. I throw my head back, leaning it onto Rhys’s shoulders. Rhys’s hands come up around my body to grope my breasts. He pinches my nipples, rolling them between his fingers in a way that sends bolts of pleasure to my core.

Azriel continues towards my cunt slowly as Rhys continues his movements. The two of them have me mewling like a kitten as Cassian watches, pumping himself slowly behind Azriel, looking at how splayed open I am.

Rhys latches his mouth onto my neck as he continues his work on my nipples. Azriel finally reaches my core and his kisses stop. He hovers over my clit, looking up at me in anticipation.

“Look at me, little mouse,” he murmurs, blowing on my clit. I writhe against Rhys at my back, desperate to be touched.

I look down at Azriel and watch as he oh so slowly opens his mouth, tongue licking one smooth line all the way up my pussy. My whole body shudders, seeing that perfect man on his knees, staring up at me as he licks me. He does that one more time before latching onto my clit, suckling and swirling. His mouth is so warm and delicious. I buck my hips against him, hands lacing in his hair to pull him closer.

Rhys groans behind me, pressing his length harder into my back. Cassian walks forward then, legs parted to stand over Azriel as he suckled at me. Pumping his proud length, he touches the tip of his cock to my lips in invitation. I groan, opening my mouth for him as he slides into my mouth. He lets out a feral groan, hand cupping under my jaw.

“My sweet filthy girl,” Rhys purrs in my ear, hands trailing my whole body with feather-light touches. “Does this turn you on? Me watching as my best friends eat your pussy and fuck your pretty little mouth?”

I groaned at his words, pressing Azriel’s face harder against myself as I took more and more of Cassian’s cock in my mouth, eager for what else was in store for me. Azriel hummed in approval, hands attaching to the insides of both my thighs to splay me open even more so he had better access.

I take all of Cassian then, gagging and swallowing around the huge girth of him as he holds a hand to either side of my face. He throws his head back in euphoria, cock twitching as he comes in my mouth. I swallow his cum once he pulls out of my mouth, and he lovingly grabs my chin before releasing me.

Suddenly, Azriel sucks harder, my moans becoming louder. I thrust myself against his face as he dines on me. I begin to see stars as I come against his mouth and I can’t do it, can’t do it, can’t do it. I move to push him away but Rhys grabs both of my hands and pulls them behind my back as Cassian reaches around Azriel to hold my legs open.

Tears stream down my face as the shadowsinger continues to devour me. Seconds later, I am greeted by another wave of pleasure, moans transforming into sobs in my throat.

“Oh, GODS, AZ-” I yelp out, unable to control myself. I come down off my second high, sure they will release me but they still don’t. Azriel’s lips leave my clit for a moment, giving me sweet relief but he looks up at me and I know I’m not getting off that easy.

“Come on, bunny. You’ve got one more in you for me. Let me taste you come one more time. I just can’t get enough of you,” Azriel grins, his unbelievably gorgeous face glistening with me.

“I can’t,” I whine, yanking against Rhys’s hold on my arms. He plants a sweet kiss to my temple and holds my hands still. Rhys and I know each other very well in the bedroom, and I know he would never genuinely hold me against my will. I was reaping just as much pleasure from this as everyone else.

Azriel reattaches his mouth to me, flicking his tongue even quicker than before. It takes no time before I’m writhing and crying out with my release again. Licking me clean, Azriel rises to his knees. With a wolfish grin, he leans over my shoulder and attaches his lips to Rhys’s. Rhys moans at the taste of me on Azriel’s tongue. I could have come again from the sight alone. When Azriel releases Rhy’s mouth, he moves to mine, pressing sweet and soothing kisses with his soft and plush lips.

His tongue swirls my own sensually. He pulls away to stand up, and Rhys lifts my hips. I go to stand, thinking that’s what he wants me to do when I feel him line himself up with my entrance and yank me back down onto him. I yelp as I adjust to the size of him.

Desperate to show my mate just how much I loved him and worshiped him, I rode him, doing all the work for him and putting on a damn good show as I did. He whimpered underneath me, throwing his head back, guttural cries raking their way up his throat. Flicking my eyes across the room, I find Azriel panting, watching Rhys enter me over and over. Cassian knelt between Az’s legs, sloppily swallowing his cock. Cassian’s head bobbed as Az bucked up into his mouth, but Azriel’s eyes never left the spot where Rhy’s cock fucked up into me.

In a much shorter time than usual due to my wetness and both our intense arousal, Rhys spills into me, cock twitching with effort as he bites down on my shoulder, shuddering in pleasure. I come again at the feeling of him, pulsing around him as he poured himself into me.

Slowly, I stand up off him. I turn to stand between his legs and notice him gaping at the sight of his cum dripping out of me and down my legs. My face heats and I swear I will never get enough of him.

The sounds behind me catch my attention and I turn, catching Azriel near his climax. The sounds between the two were utterly obscene as Cassian drooled all over him. With a loud groan, Azriel stiffened and stilled, spilling his cum into Cassian’s mouth.

He collapsed backwards, panting. Cassian turned to me, pressing his lips to mine in demand. My lips parted for him as he spit Azriel’s cum into my mouth, swirling it between us with his tongue. I could feel it dripping down our chins as Azriel and Rhys watched, both pumping themselves slowly. The whole thing was so filthy I thought I might evaporate. I was so gods damned turned on.

Pulling back from Cassian, I turn to look at Azriel whose eyes are blown wide as he sucks down a breath, looking at his cum smeared on mine and Cassian’s chins. He reaches out a hand for me and I oblige, nearing him.

“Little mouse, you do still owe me a prize if I’m not mistaken,” he hums, planting light kisses to my hip bones. I turn to look at Rhys, who’s eyes are locked on Azriel’s mouth as he palms his still soaked cock.

Azriel pulls me into his lap, my legs straddling him as his proud length twitches between us, begging for attention.

“I want to fuck you so badly, Feyre,” he murmurs, kissing at my collarbones.

“I want you to fill me with you, Azriel,” I say, stroking him lightly. “Don’t hold back.”

I line him up with my entrance and he lets out an obscene groan as I sink down onto him and gods he feels perfect. I bounce on his cock, eager to please him after how long he spent pleasuring me.

I hear moans from behind me and assume the other two are finding their pleasure while watching us, but when I turn, I see something much better. Cassian is behind my mate, pounding into him as they both watch Azriel plunging into me with an unparalleled ferality. My mouth waters at the sight. I wasn’t sure why it was so arousing to me, but gods, it was.

Azriel picks me up and in one swift move, lays me back against the bench until he is above me. He slides back into me with a whine, and pounds into me even harder than before.

“Open your mouth for me, baby,” he coos, wrapping his hand around my throat once more and squeezing the sides of my neck. I oblige, sticking my tongue out slightly.

Azriel puckers his lips and spits into my mouth. I moan as I feel his saliva mix with my own as he slides in and out of me. I closed my mouth, swallowing his spit as I stared into those fierce hazel eyes.

“Such a good girl for me,” he purrs.

His rhythm begins faltering and his thrusts become urgent and messy. He fucks me harder as his cock begins to twitch, spilling his cum inside me as he thrusts into me one last time and remained there, gasping into my mouth as we both attempted to reground ourselves. He eventually sits up and slides out of me with a low groan and watches as his own and Rhys’s cum mixed together on the inside of my thighs.

At the same time, Cassian finishes as he thrusts into Rhys, the two of them collapsing as well. We all lay down on the floor of the birchin together, catching our breath and throwing random limbs across one another. Eventually, we all begin to stir. We all shower, it both intimate and comfortable. We then all make a snack and huddle around the fire until we eventually all doze off.

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Chapter 9: An Offer You Can’t Refuse?

Series: F!Reader (Dark Urge), Spawn Astarion, Haarlep, Raphael - NSFW (minors do not interact pls)

[Major Spoilers - Set post BG3]

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Here’s the next chapter!

You can start here with Chapter 1 or read through everything on Ao3.

Content Warning: dubious consent (ish), cheating, generally unhealthy relationship practices

Chapter Summary: You wake up in a new bed. You’re not home, but you’re not a stranger in this place, either.

Raphael/Haarlep/Dark Urge (sorry Astarion 🥲)

Chapter 9: An Offer You Can’t Refuse?

An undercurrent of sulfur filled your nostrils with a rancid sting.

You rubbed at the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, desperately willing them away. There was no denying where you were.

You needed to pull yourself together.

With a steadying breath, you clutched the silken sheets and pushed yourself up to sit against the solid headboard. When you finally opened your eyes, you connected with Haarlep immediately. They were spread comfortably on the nearby chaise, legs parted slightly towards you with one arm gently swirling their glass of wine.

“Finally awake,” Haarlep exhaled in exasperation, rolling their eyes.

Your body reacted immediately, their words filling your throat with an acrid, rage-induced bile. You clenched your jaw and wound your fists further into the bedsheets, forcing back your erupting rage.

The soft thump of a bottle placed on hardwood stole your attention. You threw your gaze across the room to see Raphael with two newly filled glasses of wine.

“Oh, good.” Raphael purred, his voice thick with practiced sincerity. “I see that our little mouse has decided to join us. Just in time to celebrate another successful partnership, and my recent victory.”

Raphael turned towards you, a glass held in his outstretched hand.

A twisting warmth bloomed in your stomach, bubbling and building towards an eagerness to respond to his offering. The anger that had ignited within you only a moment ago was now nowhere to be found, entirely stripped from your core and replaced with... with what?

Your mind raced at the implications - why was your body reacting this way?

With a hand pulling anxiously at the bottom of your well-worn nightshirt, you quickly covered the few steps to bridge the small space between you. As your fingers reached for the proffered glass, Raphael pulled it back, just short of your grasp. Heat rushed to your face as your fingers curled back into your palm. You narrowed your brows in frustration towards him, trying to mask the waves of your embarrassment.

In an instant, you were swept up in the heat of his gaze as it stripped you bare. His eyes burned with intensity - a deep, blistering orange, that danced with smoldering red and black. Gone were the lighter traces of warmth that you’d seen before, the minor reflections that you’d have associated with his remaining connection to humanity. Instead, you felt his rage pierce your body, sending shockwaves through your skin.

As quickly as he pulled it away, Raphael pushed the glass back towards your hand, his lips drawn into a tight smirk. All trace of the malice held in his face melted away. You wondered if it was ever there in the first place or if you just imagined it.

“To my most cherished client.” Raphael raised his glass up towards you and took a sip. You mirrored his movements, drinking a mouthful of the warm red wine. The spices filled your senses, warming your throat as you swallowed.

“I thought you would want to celebrate. Another successful contract, fulfilled. I have finally taken my rightful place as the Lord of Avernus.” Raphael gestured proudly around the room.

“And you, of course, had a chance to play a hero again. To rescue your friends from the clutches of their sworn foes. What a…gift. I am nothing but a kind and fair Master, don’t you agree?”

You set the glass down on the desk as you felt your stomach sour. While you were focused on outsmarting the cat, the fox was waiting for you - always two steps ahead.

“Just imagine,” Raphael continued, looking out somewhere beyond you. “All the things we could accomplish when we work together, as partners, instead of enemies.”

Raphael took another sip before looking back down at you.

“Have you thought about my offer? What you might do for me in exchange for the cure you and your friends are so desperately seeking for your toothsome friend? The very one I could provide you with, in an instant?”

You heard Haarlep hum with interest as they shifted from the chaise to the bed for a closer view. You felt their eyes drift up and down your body lewdly, hungrily. Despite the heat radiating throughout the room, your body shivered under their gaze. You knew exactly what they were hoping you would offer up in exchange.

“I’ve given you more than enough time to think about what you’d like to offer me in our equal partnership. Consider the immense kindness I am extending to you, the apple of my eye, to even provide the opportunity to propose an offer.”

Your ears rang painfully in the silence that filled the air after Raphael spoke. Your thoughts raced, but no words fell out of your mouth.

“Perhaps I have been too kind.” Raphael set down his glass and stepped closer to you, crowding your space.

The uncomfortable warmth of the room soon turned sweltering as Haarlep came up behind you, caging you in between the two fiends. Sweat began to glisten along your skin; your hair pressed and damp against your forehead. Haarlep lightly dragged their claws down your arms, guiding your hands behind your back. They bound your wrists together in the firm grip of one of their hands. With their other hand, they gently stroked your hair before twisting into the strands at your scalp. They yanked, forcing you to meet Raphael’s stare.

The darkness you saw in Raphael’s face earlier had returned. You blinked away the involuntary tears that sprung to your eyes as fast as you could, trying to maintain your composure.

“You refused my gift before. Foolish to think you are strong enough on your own. Perhaps I make it mandatory this time? I become your patron and you serve me, above and below. Only me. And, in exchange, the vampire will be cured. How unfortunate that you will only ever be able to see him from a distance.”

This proposition hit you, hard, knocking the air out of your lungs. You pressed your eyelids shut as you were flooded with memories - fleeting moments of you and Astarion, together. All of the plans you made, all of the things you wanted to do with him in the future. You wanted a lifetime of memories with Astarion.

Sharp claws bit into your jaw, forcing your eyes open as you were torn away from the sanctuary of your mind.

“Now, I know that a patron mark is somewhat…unconventional, yes. But think of how romantic it could be. A scar similar to that of your vampire - would you appreciate that? It would be a reminder of what you had and of your choice. It would be something that tells everyone that you’re mine, and mine alone. Now, that does sound like a good idea to me.”

Raphael released your jaw, moving back to pick up his glass. He leaned back against the desk as he observed you, admiring his work. Your stomach churned at his bold confidence in his ability to break you down, all on open display.

Burning tears intermingled with the beads of sweat running down your cheeks as you felt the familiar, comfortable heat of your rage. Anger coursed through your body, stoking your unquenchable thirst for vengeance. Everyone that has crossed you is now dead. You’ve defeated a monster wielding the Crown of Karus before - and you can do it again.

“You’re foolish,” he sneered, sensing the shift within you. “Just as much now as you’ve always been. Mortals always believe that they have a hand in their own fate. That they, somehow, possess the ability to determine even a moment of their pitiful futures.”

Raphael took a long, slow sip of wine. The silence dragged on between you, laying thick and heavy in the air. He lowered his glass and stared at you, pointedly.

“Pathetic.”

“Why are you wasting your time with something so trivial? Why go to such lengths to help one person? Don’t you have some better things to do, Archduke?” You spat out the honorific, tasting its bitterness on your tongue.

“My dear, this is my business. In the darkest of times, I offer desperate souls a beacon of hope. Do try to keep up if you can.

“This is my final offer. If you refuse, know that only I have the cure. Every other option you find will be only temporary, or it will solve just one of many symptoms. He will always be a vampire, he will always be immortal, and your time together will still end. And then, still, he will be alone. Forever.”

Raphael’s words cut deep inside you, carving out one of your most profound insecurities and dragging it to the light. No matter what you, Gale, or any of your friends did to help Astarion - none of it would lead to a lifetime together. You know that your feelings are selfish and unfair, yet you can’t help but feel consumed by it. The darkness of this looming loss nips at your ankles, tainting all of your moments together, threatening to drag you under and consume you whole.

“Fuck you,” you whispered through clenched teeth.

Raphael lunged forward, wrapping his hands firmly around your neck. He pulled himself flush against your body, wings outstretched around you. You felt your pulse thrum wildly in your throat against the squeeze of his hands. Haarlep released the grip on your hair to hungrily claw at you, at the precious little spaces of skin left uncovered between them and Raphael. Their tongue licked up the side of your face before dragging their teeth against the curve of your shoulder. You tried to control your body, squeezing your thighs shut and stuffing the moans back down your throat.

Raphael’s lips ghosted yours as his fingers tightened, capturing your breath in your throat and forcing it through your lips in a small gasp. You heard him inhale, stealing your breath for himself, his lungs inflating as his chest swelled against you.

You smelt of sweet, decadent sin itself. You were a physical manifestation of so much of what he craved in mortal depravity, even though you tried your best to bury it deep within yourself. Murder. Envy. Lust. All of it bubbling just beneath your skin.

Of course you aren’t the first or last mortal to embody such delicious sin. But there was something about a mortal that loved to indulge in it, despite all the reasons not to, and how much you secretly wanted to delight in these sins for him. Even if you wouldn’t admit it. At least not yet.

Raphael’s eyes, molten and absolutely devastating, kept you dangling on the precipice of consciousness. The few drags of breath you were able to take in smelled of him - only him - and it went straight to your head. It consumed you, filled your mind like a heavy fog.

He flicked his tongue over his lips. You felt the overwhelming urge to fall forward and close the distance to meet him. What did his lips taste like? Would his kiss be like Haarlep’s, consuming and full of passion? Would you be reduced to nothing under the weight of the Crown? Why did you desperately want to kiss the man who just violently degraded you? Even if it was the very last thing you ever did?

Time was suspended in anticipation, hung between the small distance between you. Each breath, laboriously dragged through the small opening left in your throat, felt like an eternity as you prayed for his lips to meet yours.

Haarlep grew restless behind you, their hunger eating away at their patience. You felt the tip of their tail glide along the skin of your thighs, slick with sweat, before reaching across to wrap around one of Raphael’s thighs. They pressed their lips fervently against your shoulder, tasting you as they pulled Raphael impossibly close to your body, forcing his thigh up between your legs. You pressed yourself into his thigh, rubbing the soaked fabric into his thigh as your eyes rolled back, desperate for more.

You struggled in vain to free your arms from Haarlep’s grip, to wrap your fingers in Raphael’s hair and pull his face to yours. Haarlep groaned, sinking their teeth into your skin. Your lips parted slightly in shock but no sound escaped, all of it captured in your throat by Raphael’s hands.

Raphael descended on your lips, demanding entry without mercy, bereft of kindness. His kiss overwhelmed you, consumed you, as his tongue clashed against yours.

His grip tightened around your throat, then released. The rush of oxygen flooding back to your brain ignited your desire with a burst of adrenaline. You bit his bottom lip, drawing out small pinpricks of blood beneath your teeth as you pulled away.

The tip of a claw hooked in the collar of your shirt before ripping down and tearing it apart, exposing the bare skin of your chest. A low, stifled moan rumbled deep within him as he took you in. His hands traced up your stomach before cupping your breasts, squeezing them in his firm grip.

His lips swallowed your gasp, his kiss harsh and demanding. Behind you, Haarlep’s thick cock grinded against you - a tease. You slanted your hips back and pressed your ass against them, boldly chasing any sort of release.

Raphael moved his hands to hold your hips still, leaving your cunt throbbing with need, aching for pressure. Haarlep’s laughter was sharp and cruel as you let out a desperate whine.

“What a slut,” Haarlep hissed, dragging his teeth along your ear.

Raphael’s lips were on your jaw, then down your neck, until they hesitated. You knew what he was looking at - the two small puncture marks on your neck. The crease in his brow deepened as his claws dug further into your hips. You felt him pull back his lips as his teeth grazed along your skin - the same space marked by Astarion.

“Wait…” you whisper, meekly.

Immediately, Raphael stepped back away from you. He smoothed his tunic, adjusting his outfit with cool confidence. He picked up the wine bottle and refilled his glass, swirling it gently as he inhaled. He looked polished, unfazed, like the moment you exchanged never happened.

You found yourself on your knees before him, again. Your shirt hung off you in tatters, leaving you exposed. Your hair was damp with sweat and plastered against your face. Your body was aching, frustrated with unmet need. The pain in your shoulders pressed towards the front of your mind as your body came crashing back to reality.

Your chest heaved as you tried to regulate yourself, to pull together any remaining scraps of your dignity.

Raphael looked down at you, down on your knees, beneath him, all for him.

As much as Raphael savored you - delighted in you - this is what he truly wanted to see. For you to crumble before him. To be swept up in the same madness that you brought into his home when you made the decision to break in. To feel everything you’ve ever wanted right at your fingertips, only to have it ripped away at the last moment. That is what it felt like, to him, when you brought the chaos of your world into the pristine, predictable order of his home.

To think you had the gall to challenge someone like him. No, he will make sure to strip you down to your base instincts before casting you aside like the rest. For your last thoughts to be of regret. Regret that you listened to the mindless drivel of another little voice in your head instead of his. Regret that you used his leniency towards you against him. Regret that you, a mere mortal, thought you could get the better of him.

And this is only just the beginning.

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 7 months

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smut prompts: 128. “Eyes on me at all times, sweetheart.” kit x jacob

Thank you fable! yet another smut prompt I've had sitting in my inbox for forever but it's good timing for kinktober so...

can also be read on AO3 - Wind Me Up (2878 words)

tagging @clicheantagonist because I know you said you were interested in this one ;)

18+ only, Minors DNI - smut under the cut (includes: facesitting, P in V sex, masturbation, choking, blood kink, the music box being used for sex reasons (consentual) and Jacob Seed fantasizing about getting dominated by Kit

On dark nights, when the moon was nothing but a sliver in the sky, and the screams and terrified cries of his newest batch of recruits at Saint Francis filled the air, Jacob’s mind tended to run away with itself. Sat there alone in his office for hours throughout the night with nothing but his thoughts and memories to keep him company while his Deputy was far away enacting bloody violence in his name, the things he imagined doing weren’t always very nice, sometimes they were downright cruel – sometimes it was exactly what he needed as he rested back in his chair with his hand around his cock, stroking himself to the thought of her.

Squeezing his eyes tight, blocking out the ghosts and the nightmares that wanted to haunt him, he focused instead on the rise and fall of his hand in motion with the memories he had of her small but firm breasts moving with each heaving sigh and husky moan he could pull from her, and of her muscular thighs lifting while her hips rolled as she sat on top of him using him for her own pleasure. He thought about how much fun it could be to use her as he pleased while the music box played, having her mind cut down to its most base desires and needs: to eat, to kill, to fuck. To live .

His ragged nails stained with dirt, blood, gun oil and nicotine dug into his thigh as every muscle in his legs tightened, stomach flexing and flinching as his lungs squeezed, his eyes fluttered shut, and his chest tightened with the memory of her wet cunt clenching down around him and the thought of her losing all sense of herself as she came undone for him.

…

Kit laid out naked for him. Her long, flowing waves of hair spilling over the side of the bed in a cascade of auburn. Toned muscles were all pulled taut as she stretched herself out like a cat basking in the sun. Her blush coloured nipples standing at attention as her fingers caressed against them, pinching and twisting them, growing stiff under her ministrations. Legs spread wide, her other hand gliding down through her tuft of copper hair, middle and ring finger sliding between her folds, slipping into her already glistening entrance and rubbing circles against her clit.

All he needed to do was flip open that lid.

Her pale, heavy-lidded, lust-filled eyes dragged to the box on the table beside her, nodding her head at him, giving him the final approval. Letting him have all of her.

As if he didn’t already.

Reaching for the box, his other hand cupped her breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and finger. He looked down at her with hunger in his eyes, the starving predator ready for it’s meal. “You ready, angel?”

Kit purred, voice low and velvety as she continued to touch herself. “Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve used that thing on me, at least for once I’m the one deciding when and how you get to use it.”

“You like the control, don’t ya, kitten?” He rasped.

“It’s what I was used to before, I was usually the one on top.”

His mouth curved into a half grin as it grazed against her lips. “What can I say, the collar suits you, but sometimes I like to let ya off leash.”

Icy eyes rolled to the heavens as she sighed. “Just flip the fucking lid.” Her hand ran over his shaved scalp, fingers gripping at his flame of red hair as she kissed him. “I can already tell you want to.”

“Just keep your eyes on me at all times, sweetheart.” He gave a dark chuckle and opened the box slowly, letting the music spill out and fill the room. It didn't take long before her eyes rolled back into her head, blue disappearing until only the whites of her eyes showed like she was one of Faith’s angels.

Kit grabbed at the bedding beside her – writhing – coiled up like a serpent about to strike. Her back lifted from the mattress like a woman possessed, the veins in her throat standing at attention and pulsing at the surface of her skin. Her chest began to heave, stretching out the scarred letters on her chest, her ribcage rising and falling like a panting dog in heat.

Crawling on top of her, slowly climbing her form, his tongue dragged against her flesh stained with the dew of sweat that began to form as her adrenaline flooded her veins, readying for war. For survival.

Jacob coiled his arm around her, sucking and biting at every inch of her body that was made available to him until she was bruised and marked by his teeth where everyone and no one but him would see. Pressing his mouth to her ear, he whispered, “Can you hear me, Kitty?”

“Mm-hmm," She hummed, wincing as her teeth bit down into her lower lip and her nails raked at the sheets, gouging holes in the fibers as the music dug into her brain.

Her body seemed to contort, twisting as his song seeped into every synapse of her brain, already rewired and conditioned with a few gentle strokes from him. Her thoughts were in a state of war. One half controlled, ready to kill and destroy. The other, desperate and so eager to please, filtered down to her base desires, animalistic and wild. He’d tested and proven his theory on so many unwilling subjects and now to have her at his fingertips, fully accepting of whatever happened while she was under the effects of the conditioning, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little excited at the prospect.

Her eyes snapped open, and the deep recesses of her mind could be seen in her eyes. Icy, cavernous and dark, no light could be seen in them at all. Any light that might have been there acting as nothing more than the lure of an angler fish, lying in wait for its prey before striking. Pushing him off of her with ease, her strength channeled into enough force to send him to the floor, she pulled away from the bed. Shoulders and back rising up from it first, her feet landed on the cold, wooden floor, but no shiver passed over her. Frozen eyes kept focused entirely on him, staring at him like he was dinner as she stepped towards him in long strides.

He backed up, trying to regain his footing. His brain was addled by thoughts of how much blood she’d spilled for him, lives she’d taken under his orders, just how far she was willing to go to show her devotion and the knot in his gut started to clench, tightening like a noose.

Grabbing the rough camo of his jacket in her fist, she dragged him up to stand and face her. Clawing at him once he was in her clutches, Kit’s nails ripped at his shirt, pulling him into her embrace and then forcing him further down onto his knees, forcing him to submit. Her fingers ran through his hair, and scraped against his scalp, gripping his ginger tresses tight in her fist as she forced his head back, exposing his jugular. That cold, dead stare of hers traced down the length of his throat, over the bobbing of his adam’s apple, and landed on where his arteries kept his blood flowing.

“You gonna hurt me, angel?” Jacob asked, testing the waters, checking to see if any part of her might still be in there at all or if she was all machine.

Her face remained placid, as unmoving and unchanging as the ice that settled on a frozen lake. “Only if you ask me to.”

He swallowed heavily, “I expect you to be a good soldier.”

She leaned down, her mouth pressed to his ear as she rasped, “Yes, sir.”

His breath hitched in his throat, his heart rate quickened, a shiver rocking him down into his stiffening cock. Just like the music box could make her do anything he wanted, those two little words coming from her mouth seemed to hold a special magic against him all the same.

She wrapped the collar of his gray tee shirt up in her fist and dragged him back towards the bed, throwing him down onto it. The springs of the mattress squeaked underneath his weight, and the frame of the bed scraped against the floor with the force she used.

Hands racing to the buckle of his belt, Jacob undid it as quickly as he could, fingers moving deftly as he released the notch. His cock throbbed against his leg and he couldn’t take how tight his jeans felt, constricting him as he unbuttoned them and unzipped the fly.

Kit’s hands were quick to grab at the waistband of his jeans along with the elastic of his underwear and pulled them down far enough to sit under his ass. She didn’t waste time removing them completely, and instead climbed up into his lap.

His arms wrapped around her waist as she lowered herself down onto his cock, a low moan escaping him as she settled herself slowly, her weight pressing into him as her hips started to slowly rotate. Prying his hands from her, she pushed them back against the bed and slapped him across the face, leaving a bright pink mark on his cheek. He stared up at her angrily, but that didn’t stop his cock from twitching inside of her and the pupils of his eyes dilating until the irises disappeared into black.

Holding his jaw in her hand, she stared into his eyes. “Don’t even think about fucking touching me.”

A rumbling growl began in his chest as her velvety walls stretched around his cock. She was wet and warm, and being inside of her was his favorite place to be.

Gripping the collar of his tee shirt in her fist, she tore the gray cotton in half, ripping the fibers apart, exposing his chest and abdomen and all the scars, burns, and body hair that were hidden beneath. She gave no reaction, no lick of the lips or hungry stare in her eyes at the sight of his body, she was an empty shell just like during her trials, but the killer instinct was being diverted to another outlet.

Leaning down, her mouth opened and her pink tongue lolled out. Traveling over his skin, lapping at the scars, before moving to his chest and circling his nipples with the tip, making them stiff. Grazing her teeth against them, she bit down on the meat of his pec.

Jacob grunted, clenching his jaw as her teeth made contact with his flesh. He was moments away from having her feast upon him, tear into his rib cage and rip out his heart if she so desired. On the cusp of death, and the only thing stopping her from lashing out was the leash he had to hold her, but she could always slip free of the collar.

Sliding off of his cock, her arousal dripping from her like honey, she crawled forward until her knees were pressing into the mattress above his shoulders. He stared up at the goddess who towered over him and it took everything in him to stop from crashing his mouth against her cunt and tasting her. He craved her. He was starving and she was right there.

There was no mad look in her eyes, no glimmer of the feral thing below that was usually found in that cold blue stare. No tempting smirk. Just hard, cold steel. A marble statue of the woman he hungered for.

She lowered herself until his face was smothered underneath her, his nose pressed to her pelvic bone, red pubic hair burning at his cheeks. He was enveloped in her musk – earthy, woody, animalistic, and intoxicating. Buried in sweat and sex, and trapped between her thighs. He didn’t care much about not being able to breathe, not when his tongue was coated in the salty sweet taste of her arousal, curling it around her clit and licking at every morsel of her he could, thrusting it up into her and fucking her with it.

“You like it when I fuck your face, sir?”

Jacob moaned out his answer, vibrating into her, and a hushed whimper fell from the otherwise stoic mouth above him.

Her hands pressed to his chest as she leaned back, nails digging into his pecs as she began to grind against his face, pushing him deeper into her folds. “Do you like the way I taste?”

A muffled groan came from between her thighs as he grabbed at them, fingers digging into the muscle and the meat of her, arms coiling around her, refusing to let go as he held her tight to him. Gasping for air when she’d allow him to, closing his eyes and drinking her in when she’d refuse.

Jacob’s face was red, the veins in his forehead and neck throbbing as she finally pulled herself free of his mouth. Her thumb dragged over his lips, a long string of saliva and her fluids connecting them still. Collecting her slick from his mouth, she brought it up to her own to taste herself, closing her eyes as she sucked on the pad of her thumb.

Leaning down, she kissed him and slid her body back to lay flat against him. Kit dipped her tongue in past his lips, tasting yet more of herself and hummed. Pleased . His natural instinct told him to flip her over, to fuck her until she couldn’t walk straight in the morning, but he couldn’t help wondering what her next move would be, how her mind would choose to use him. She was his weapon, but he wanted to know how she’d use him as her tool.

Kit coiled his dog tags around her hand, lifting his head up off the bed as she bit down on his lower lip and her other hand wrapped around his cock resting between her legs, the tip leaking pre-cum. She rubbed the head back and forth along her soaking wet slit and his eyes fluttered shut, a guttural moan catching at the back of his throat as she pushed the head up into her cunt, taking all of him in with one thrust of his hips.

Continuing to kiss him as her hips pressed down into him, curving up against him, forcing him in as deep as possible, Jacob’s legs went stiff. He hadn’t even realized she’d stopped kissing him until he opened his eyes to find her staring down at him, riding him like one of the mechanical bulls at the Testy Fest. Her breasts rising and falling, skin flushed pink, sweat beading on her brow. She wouldn’t listen to reason now, would hear no complaints about how close he was to coming, this was all for her. She’d show off her prowess, her form and physique, proving just how goddamn strong she was and how weak she made him.

Nails dug in so deep to his chest, she clawed open his skin and drew blood. Jacob hissed at the pain only to then feel the knot tighten in his gut once more as she brought her fingers to her mouth to lick them clean, her tongue catching every drop as they spilled between her digits.

There was the hint of the beast he knew was always there.

Her hand wrapped around his throat, squeezing it tight as she fucked him hard and fast. Her walls clamped down around him like an iron vice, imprisoning him. He couldn’t breathe, his vision began to blur at the corners…she was gonna fucking kill him and still he was seeing stars. His whole body clenched tight, every muscle ready to give up and give into her will. He clawed at her hand around his throat, but it did nothing, and that knot in his gut was ready to burst open.

His lungs burned, his abdomen was on fire and squeezing his eyes shut he had to find release. Hot cum fired from him like a bullet, a primal roar tearing from him even without oxygen as he finally forced her hand free from him, cradling her in his arms, crushing her in his embrace. His mouth crashed against hers, holding her in his lap, every kiss violent and bruising until their lips were sore and red.

Reaching out he grabbed the music box from the bedside table and shut the lid. Her solid body softened as he pressed his sweaty forehead to her chest, listening to the steady heartbeat in her chest, waiting until the thrumming in his rib cage sounded more like hers.

Gentle hands rose to the back of his head, cradling it, holding him to her. The violence was gone. She was back. “You okay?” she whispered.

“Yeah, just catching my breath.”

“Didn’t wear you out too much, did I?”

“No, angel. That was – that was perfect.”

She hummed, stroking her fingers through his hair. He always knew how to handle her comedown from the trials, a little praise and she’d melt. The lion was a kitten underneath it all.

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m-jelly · 1 year

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Love's thorny grip - Chapter 12

Incredible banner by @ladycheesington <3 I adore it so much. She's so incredibly talented. Go follow her! I wonder what he's thinking...

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Royal AU, romance, falling in love, soft yandere Levi, plot development, fluff, rough Levi, smut, loving smut, oral, passionate, slightly rough Levi, hint of breeding kink, aftercare.

Concept: Levi and you rock the boat together before holding each other and showering each other in love. You both arrive in a new country and talk to the Emperor about his son. The Emperor wants to help and your troubles with Ji-Woo might be coming to an end.

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You leaned your head back and panted as you felt pleasure burn through you. You raised your hips to meet the loving lips of your husband. You clung to your messy night dress, the front laces had been pulled apart by your lover to free your breasts. Your dress was shoved up around your stomach as the covers of the bed were pulled down.

You turned your head to the side as a blush consumed your cheeks. Your heart raced as a burning throbbing pleasure pulsed through every inch of you. Your knuckles went white as you clung to the pillow under your head. Your gentle moans filled the cabin on the ship as you were devoured. You leaned your head back further to see the dark skies of rain outside.

You pressed your husband’s perfect head between your thighs. You shivered as Levi let out a deep moan. His scarred loving hands wrapped around your thighs and clenched them lightly. His fingers pressed down into your soft skin igniting his love for your plump parts. He released a long sigh as his erection pressed hard against the bed.

Levi moved your thighs and dragged you closer to his face. His grey-blue eyes locked onto you and observed you as you moaned and wiggled under him. He smiled against your body as he watched you melt against the bed from his tongue. He’d been eating you out for about an hour now and watched you orgasm a few times. He adored just eating you for hours on end.

You moaned as you felt another orgasm gently flow through every inch of you. You panted heavily as your hand moved down to cup Levi’s cheek. You pulled him from your slit and smiled at him as his tongue stuck out a little. You snorted a laugh and began laughing hard at your husband. You couldn’t help but laugh because he looked like a cute black cat drunk on milk, except he was your husband drunk on your pussy.

Levi licked his perfect lips. He chuckled a little as he felt moved by your infectious laugh. “What is so funny?”

You giggled. “You look like a black cat whom I’ve just stopped drinking milk. You look so drunk on me.”

He purred at you as he crawled up the bed. “That’s because I am.” He kissed your lips softly and moaned. “I love eating you.” He smiled against your lips. “You taste perfect. If you let me, I could go for hours.”

You shivered as you felt his hard cock prodding your entrance. You pawed at Levi’s scar-dotted chest. “Levi.”

Levi smirked against your lips. “What an adorable whine. Does my Queen want something?”

You nodded as caressed your cheek and began kissing and sucking at your neck. “No more eating me out.”

He lifted his head and looked down at you with a broken gaze like he was a kid who was told Santa was not real. “What?”

You laughed. “I don’t mean forever. I meant right now.”

He wrapped his arms around your and pressed his face against your breasts. “Why?”

You played with his hair as he nuzzled and pouted. “Well, maybe it’s because I want your dick in me.” You smiled as he flinched and lifted his head. “Did you ever think of that?”

He lit up. “Really?”

You nodded as you smiled sweetly at the man who had your heart. “Please?”

He shifted your legs before pressing himself deep into you until his pelvis was pressed against you and there was no more of his cock to give. He hummed as you gripped him over and over, your walls stretched around his thick member. He sighed as his tip pressed against your cervix. He tapped his forehead against yours as he dragged himself almost out before slamming and pushing up into you. He repeated his actions and made sure his tip kept rubbing right where your g-spot was. He smiled as you moaned with each drag of his cock against your pussy walls.

He tangled his fingers in your hair as he lowered his body down against yours. He pushed his tongue into your mouth and moaned as you kissed him back with just as much love and passion as he was giving. He smiled into the kiss as your legs wrapped around him and tugged him close. You felt every inch of his cock grinding within you. Your body was on fire as you moaned in delight. You felt pure love emitting from the man above you as he moved his cock slowly and passionately.

Levi released your lips and slowly kissed along your jawline to your ear. He moaned a little to you and softly spoke your name. “I love you. I love you so much. You’re so wonderful and perfect.”

You whined at him. “Levi, I love you.”

He sucked and nipped your neck. “You’re mine, all mine. My perfect wife and Queen. Your body is perfection. Your breasts are big and soft. Your thighs are plump and biteable. Your lips are kissable. Your pussy is soft, warm, hot and wet. I always want to be with you.” He pulled back and gazed at you. “Forever.”

You panted and moaned at Levi’s words and his movements. “Yes, Levi.” You wrapped your arms around Levi. Your nails dragged across Levi’s back. You locked eyes with your husband. “I love everything about you.” You lightly touched his face. “Inside and out. You’re a dream come true. You’re strong, handsome, kind, caring, sweet and loving. Your jawline is strong, your neck thick, your eyes piercing, your voice wonderfully deep and your cock is so perfect and thick.”

Levi chuckled as he moved a little harder against you. “Well, if my cock is so perfect then I will give it to you as many times as possible.”

You moaned in delight as his hips slapped against yours. You dug your nails into Levi’s skin as your pleasure increased. Your sensitive body sang in delight as blissful delight throbbed through you. You panted and moaned as you felt your coil tighten up and felt ready to snap. You arched your back and leaned your head back as Levi kissed and sucked on your neck. You blushed as the sounds of his hips slapping against yours filled the room. You became flustered by the noises of Levi’s cock moving into your wet pussy.

You smiled as you felt the familiar pressure of the snap ready to happen. “Mm, Levi don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Levi gripped the bed and kept moving and changed nothing. He panted and moaned against you as your walls clenched him. He moaned your name. “Cum for me.”

You cried out in delight as your coil snapped. You threw your head back as your body sook at the delightful euphoria that was burning through every inch of you. You panted and whimpered as you let your pleasure consume you. “Levi.” You relaxed against the bed and felt yourself melting. “Mm, Levi.”

Levi stilled his hips and lovingly kissed your lips. “Are you okay, my love?”

You nodded and smiled at Levi. “Are you close?”

Levi chuckled. “Do you want me to be?”

You pouted a little. “I just…umm…I want you to cum inside me.”

Levi kissed your cheek and nipped a little making you squeal in delight. “I’m happy to, but we both haven’t had a special drink in a while. There is a risk of a baby.”

You gazed at Levi. “Really?”

He nodded. “Yes. Are you okay with that? I mean, I love nothing more than to have many kids with you, but I want you to be happy and I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

You cupped Levi’s face. “I’d be happy to have a baby with you. I might not get pregnant from this one time.”

He pouted a little. “You’re right.”

You giggled. “You want me to, don’t you?”

He blushed. “N-No.” He nuzzled the crook of your neck. “Maybe.”

You shifted under Levi. “Well, I heard that from behind is good for making a baby.”

Levi pulled from you and flipped you onto your stomach making you laugh. He raised your hips a bit and shoved a pillow under so your bum was in the air a bit. His hands grasped your breasts as he thrust down into your pussy. He moaned as you clenched around his twitching cock. He massaged your breasts and began humping you as his desire to fill you with his seed took over. Levi knew very well that he has some sort of breeding kink. He just wanted to fill you as many times as possible.

He gripped your breasts hard and felt parts of them spilling between his fingers. He moaned in delight at how soft and plump they were. He whimpered a little as you clenched him tightly. He saw you gripping the bed as you moaned in delight. He grunted when you started moving your hips with him. He purred when you tossed your head back making your hair caress your back before his eyes. He admired the curve of your spine and the delightful moans dripping from your lips.

He leaned down and kissed your back. He licked a line up your spine before biting hard on your shoulder. He growled against your skin as his hips snapped against you in the possessive desire for you. He released your breasts and slammed his hands against the bed by your head. He moved his hips so roughly against yours. His rough slaps made your cheeks pinker and pinker. He was so rough it felt like he was spanking your behind.

You screamed in delight as Levi ravaged you. “Levi!”

He growled your name as he gripped the duvet. “I love you!” He panted as sweat rolled and curved with his muscles. “I love you.” He moaned in delight as you clenched him. “Mine! Mine! Mine!”

Your front flopped against the bed as you drooled from the pleasure burning through your veins. “Fuck.” You gasped as you panted and tried to keep air in your lungs. “Levi!” You bent your knees and put your legs a little in the air as your toes clenched tightly. You leaned your head back and heard Levi’s loved-filled pants against your ear. You smiled a little as Levi fucked his love into you. “Mm, fuck Levi! Y-Your cock is mm…so good!”

Levi panted as he moved as hard and as fast as possible. “Sh-shit. I’m g-gonna cum.”

You shoved a hand down and played with your clit. “A-ah! Levi!” You thrust your hips against the bed, but Levi followed. “Mm!” You pressed your face against the pillow as you cried in pleasure. “Shit, shit, shit!” Your whole body shook as you felt an orgasm rip through your body. It shot right up your spine and into your skull and wrapped its warm hands around your brain. “Fuck.”

Levi bucked roughly against you as your pussy walls massaged his twitching cock. His heavy balls tightened as he felt the urge to pour his seed into you. “Ah, ha, ha, ngh.” He moaned your name as he felt his cum shoot out of him in ribbons deep into your pussy. He held you tightly as he bit the crook of your neck and growled. “Mm, kitten. So much cum.”

You hummed a laugh. “I think you emptied yourself into me.”

“I think so too.” He covered your back in kisses. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

You kissed Levi’s arm. “No, you were perfect.”

Levi pulled his dick from you and lay on his side. He dragged you into his arms and covered you in kisses. “I love you so much.”

You lay on your side and gazed at your husband. “I love you too. You really are my world. Without you, I have nothing.”

Levi kissed you. “I’m sorry I have made it that way, that you feel like you have nothing without me. I guess I got so possessive and obsessive with you that I bent and twisted things. Forgive me. You should be surrounded by many good things.”

You giggled. “Well, I like it that you’re my world.”

He blushed. “Really?”

You nodded and kissed him lightly on the lips. “I love it. Our world will get bigger though when we have little sweet babies.”

Levi’s eyes widened. “Yes!”

You yawned as the carriage rocked a little as it took you to the palace. You smiled down at Levi as he used your lap as his pillow. You gently played with his hair as your heart filled with love for the man below you. You didn’t think about where you were going and what was going to happen. All you did was just enjoy being with the love of your life. You let out a long sigh as your body relaxed. Your eyes grew heavy as exhaustion washed over you.

Levi opened his eyes when he felt the change in the floor below the carriage wheels. He looked up to see you were sleeping softly. He carefully moved off you before shuffling close to you. He pulled you into his arms and kissed your forehead. He didn’t want to wake you up, but he needed to because you were close to the palace.

Levi massaged your hand and softly called your name. “Wake up.” He smiled as you whined and opened your eyes. “We have arrived.”

You yawned and huffed. “Boo.”

“I know, but this must be done.”

You rubbed your eyes and hummed. “Yes, you’re right.” You smiled a little at Levi. “I can imagine the Emperor will want us to change into royal things from his country.”

Levi nodded. “You’re right.” He sighed as the carriage stopped. “Ready? Let’s end this all.” He climbed out of the carriage before taking your hand and helping you out. He led you to the grand stairs and sat on top was the royal palace. “Tch, fuck.”

Your eyes lit up at the curved roofing, the red wooden pillars and the gold lining on things. You gripped Levi’s arm at the stone dragons as you moved up the stairs. Petals from flowers and trees drifted through the air past you and Levi. You gulped hard as two large doors opened and a man with long red robes walked out. Two people stood at his side, one held up an umbrella and the other whispered to the Emperor as if they were his advisor.

Emperor Seo-jun Min was handsome, like his son. His hair was black with a thick strip of grey within it. Half of his hair was up and the rest was down. He was elegant with his movements and had caring eyes. He bowed to you and Levi. “Welcome, King and Queen Ackerman.”

Levi bowed with you. “Thank you for having us.” He squeezed you as he spoke. “We’re sorry this is not a nicer meeting.”

Seo-jun sighed. “I agree. I wish it was nicer. I am a fan of you both, but it seems a certain son of mine is causing trouble.”

You whined a little. “Emperor Min, it’s all my fault.”

He smiled softly at you. “Why do you think that?”

“Well, marriage was offered to me through my father. I went on a few dates with your son. My other matches were so awful.” You gulped. “Perhaps I led him on and made him think I was interested in him.”

Seo-jun cupped your face and smiled. “The only thing you’re guilty of is having a pretty face.” He hummed a laugh and released you. “You rejected the offer. I received the letter as well and it was rather clear. You were given another offer of marriage and you took it.” He smiled at Levi. “You are a wonderful King and a man. I’ve heard what you’ve done for your people and you are letting your Queen work with you and be your equal. You are the future. My son is old-fashioned.”

You released a long sigh. “Thank you for saying this.”

Seo-jun chuckled as he saw Levi’s slight glare. “Worry not, Levi. I do not desire your wife, even if she is very beautiful. I respect the vows of marriage. You two are married, so she is taken.” He turned on the steps a little. “Come, I will show you around and get you both a change of clothes.”

Levi held you close. “I bet you’ll look stunning in the traditional clothes.”

You blushed a little. “You’ll look incredible too.” You kissed his arm. “Do you think the Emperor was being honest?”

“I do. I really think he’s on our side. If he’s not, he’s incredible at hiding his emotions.”

You released a long sigh. “Sorry, I can’t help but worry. You went to battle because of his son and it was done sneakily. I just want things to go well for us.”

He kissed your forehead. “Love you.”

“I love you too.”

Levi stopped in the hall in front of two attendants. He moved you into a bedroom with a massive futon on the floor, which was perfect for you and Levi to spoon in. There were slide doors leading outside where you both could enjoy a nice romantic stroll in the gardens if you wanted. There was a hot spring in place for relaxing, but also a wonderful bathroom if you wanted to relax inside the room.

Yours and Levi’s clothes were removed so you were naked before the attendants. You slipped on simple underwear and your breasts were bound a little to keep them together. You were both wrapped in robes there were light in colour. Seeing Levi in something not black again was nice. The dark green complemented his skin tone and black hair. You were placed in lighter more delicate greens with flowers on. You blushed when they put your hair up and added makeup and little things into your hair.

Levi smiled as he gazed at you. “I was right.”

You blushed as you looked over at your handsome husband with his hair slicked back. “Right?”

He nodded. “You look stunning in traditional clothes.”

You fiddled with your dress and whined for a moment. “Thank you. You are very handsome in yours.”

He walked up to you and held your hands. “It’s strange not wearing trousers, but I rather like this.”

You hummed a little laugh. “Me too.”

He put his arm around you and led you out of the room. “We better see the Emperor again.”

An attendant bowed. “Greetings, your royal majesties. Allow me to take you to dinner with the Emperor.”

Levi smiled a little. “Thank you.” He leaned over to you and kissed your neck making you giggle. “I could just eat you up.”

You hummed a laugh. “Later.”

Levi grabbed your ass. “I look forward to it.” He moved you to a table and sat on the floor with you. “Thank you for the dinner.”

Seo-jun smiled softly as the food was placed on the table. “I do hope you enjoy. There is a lot to eat, so I hope you are hungry.”

You smiled. “I am.”

“Wonderful!” He plated things for you and poured you a drink. “Here, try these.”

“Oh, well thank you.” You heard people gasp and eye you at the Emperor putting your dinner together and pouring your drink. “This looks perfect.” You tried some of the food under the Emperor’s watchful gaze. “Mm, delicious. Thank you so much.”

Levi growled a little as he plated his food. He whispered so only you heard. “What he just did was a great act. He’s openly flirting with you. He’s showing that he either sees you as equal or above him.”

Your cheeks burned. “What? Oh no. Uh…how about I serve him?”

“Might fix it, but I’ll be jealous.”

You kissed Levi’s cheek before serving Seo-jun and pouring his drink for him. “This is a delight. I’m looking forward to living here for a few weeks.”

Seo-jun smirked. “I’m glad.”

You sat back and gulped. “Have I acted strangely? A lot of people are blushing and whispering.”

He chuckled. “I might have acted in a way that others will see as flirting, but I can assure you and your husband that I am not. I just wanted you to try some wonderful food and it’s also a sorry for how my son has been. You must have a terrible view of my country with how he probably told you how married life with him would be.”

You nodded and picked up your drink. “He told me that I’d have no power really. I’d just be this baby-making thing.”

He shook his head. “That’s awful.”

You nibbled your lip a little. “I just want to help. I want to do my part.”

Levi took your hand and smiled softly. “She has an incredible mind. She has helped improve our country. She’s a perfect Queen.”

You blushed hard as you gazed at your husband. “Levi, you’re too kind.”

He leaned closer and kissed you. “I mean every word, kitten.”

Seo-jun laughed. “Kitten, huh? What a sweet pet name.”

“It’s because she’s cute like a kitten, but has a little bite and can claw too.”

You giggled as Levi tickled you playfully. “I also sleep and nuzzle you like one, don’t I?”

He hugged you close. “Cute little kitten.”

Seo-jun smiled softly. “You two are wonderful to watch.”

“Did you have this with your wife?”

He shook his head. “It was arranged. There was some love and care, but not enough it seems. She left me.”

You placed your hand over your heart. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. I accepted it as it was. I tried to find love, but I wasn’t successful.” He smiled softly. “I did get three wonderful children out of the marriage. Two boys and one girl. Ji-Woo is my eldest and seems to be causing trouble.”

Levi kissed the side of your head. “It’ll get better.”

Seo-jun smiled. “It will. I will ensure it will. This will end in peace. I like your country and both of you. I don’t want more battles to happen.”

Levi gulped hard. “You know?”

“I noticed some of my prized fighters and some ships had left my country and never returned.” He downed his drink. “Along with some very expensive explosives.” He stared at Levi. “Did my son’s actions lead to your scars?”

“Yes, your majesty.”

You lightly caressed Levi’s cheek. “It scared me to know he got hurt due to something linked to me. However, I adore Levi and his scars.” You kissed Levi’s cheek. “I love the man he is.”

Levi tapped his forehead against yours. “Thank you.”

Seo-jun rose to his feet. “Please, go enjoy your evening. We will talk tomorrow. Rest, have a date, shower each other in love.”

Levi pulled you to your feet. “Thank you, we appreciate that.”

You nibbled your lip and approached the Emperor. You looked up at the tall man and blushed. “May I hug you as a thank you?”

Seo-jun opened his arms. “Of course.”

You hugged him a little before pulling back. “Thank you again.”

“No need to thank me, okay? My son hurt you both. I am sorry that I have let this happen.”

Levi shook the Emperor’s hand. “Thank you for hearing us out and welcoming us here.”

“You can come to my country whenever you like.”

You grinned. “You’re always welcome in ours.”

He gasped in delight. “Wonderful! I can’t wait to visit.” He bowed to you both. “Enjoy my home.”

Levi watched the Emperor leave before turning to you. “What would you like to do? Do you want to go for a walk or go back to the room?”

You hummed in thought. “I’d like to go for a walk with you and then head back to the room. That hot spring there sounds so good.”

Levi held your hand as you both walked outside into the royal gardens. He admired the flowers, trees and butterflies with you. He walked with you to the pound and stopped a moment and admired the colourful fish in the water. “This is nice.”

You gazed out at the garden before looking at Levi. You smiled at Levi and walked up to him. You hugged Levi tightly and pressed your face against his chest. You let out a long sigh. “I miss home. It is pretty out here, but our home is so wonderful and you look so sexy in your high-waisted trousers.”

Levi chuckled. “Well, thank you.” He touched your hair and pouted. “I don’t like how your hair is up like this.”

You giggled. “Cause you love running your hands through my hair?”

He purred at you. “That’s right.”

You reached up and started undoing your hair. You smiled as Levi helped you. “Thank you.”

He played with your hair a little as he let it down. “I love your hair down the most.” He put the clips and trinkets on the little wall before pushing his hands into your hair. He moaned and started massaging your scalp. “Wonderful.”

You leaned up and kissed Levi. “I love you.”

Levi blushed at your words. “You always make my heart race when you randomly say that.” He chuckled and kissed you. “I love you so much.” He yanked you against him and deepened the kiss. He moaned against your lips as he felt his burning possessive fire for you flow through every inch of you. He lightly gripped your neck making you gasp. “You were naughty.”

You smirked at Levi. “It was just a little hug.”

He growled at you. “You’re mine. My Queen. My kitten.”

You giggled. “You want to punish me? You want to spank me for being naughty?”

He kissed you roughly and lifted you up a little causing your body to drag up against his own. “You know I will.”

You mewled a little at him. “I love it when you get all possessive with me.”

He carried you to the wooden bridge and sat you on the wooden railing. He slammed your pelvis against his own making you moan in delight. “Maybe I should remind you who you’re married to.” He kissed along your jawline and to your neck. He bit hard and growled at you. “My little kitten.”

You bit Levi’s lip and smirked at him. “Maybe I like being a naughty little kitten sometimes.” You gripped his robes and yanked him close to you. “I like it when you dominate me and call me naughty.” You panted and moaned as Levi slipped his hands under your robes and up your thighs. You gasped as he gripped hard. “Levi.”

He smiled a little at you. “Maybe I should fuck my love into you. Maybe I should fuck you all night long so you can remind yourself whom you belong to. You’ll be screaming my name until your voice goes.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “That sounds like you want the whole palace to hear us.”

“Is that possible?”

You laughed. “You’re cute.”

He massaged your skin and smiled. “I have my moments.” He kissed you and hummed. “If I’m honest, my darling love, I am not bothered by what you did.”

“I know.”

He smiled a little. “I just want to reassure you that I’m just being playful.”

You massaged your fingers into Levi’s hair. “I know, my love. I know.” You smiled a little at him. “I feel very safe with you. I feel loved and cared for.” You smiled and kissed him. “I consent to you being a dom tonight and spanking me and telling me I’m naughty.”

“Exciting. We’ll play tonight.”

You wrapped your legs around Levi. “Yes.”

He smiled softly at you. “Shall we try out that hot spring?”

You nodded and squealed in delight. “Yes!”

Levi lifted you off the railing and shifted you in his arms so he held you like a bride. “Allow me to escort you.”

You kicked your legs as you giggled. “You’re so handsome.”

Levi blushed a little. “Thank you.” He looked down at you. “So, about tonight…do you want me to spank you hard?”

You nodded. “Please. I want you to carry out your word. I want you to call me a naughty kitten.”

He slipped into the room and put you on your feet. “I can do that. We’ve played around like that before.”

You grinned at him as you pulled the ties on your robe. “Can’t wait.”

Levi watched you slowly open your robes. He purred in delight as your delicious body was slowly revealed to him. “Fuck, you are sexy.”

You hummed a laugh and dropped everything and stood in just the underwear and binding. “Thank you, my love.”

Levi yanked his robes off and ran after you. “Kitten.”

You took the last of your things off and climbed into the spring. “Mm, so warm.”

Levi climbed in and relaxed. “Fuck this is nice. Maybe I should get us something like this.”

You snuggled up to Levi. “This is nice.”

“Yeah. You know, after this is all sorted I will finally take you on our honeymoon.”

You snorted a laugh. “It’s been months since we got married.”

Levi gritted his teeth. “Six months.”

You rubbed Levi’s chest. “We’ll get our honeymoon, don’t worry.”

He let out a long sigh. “I look forward to it so much.” He smiled as he gazed at you. “I just want you all to myself.”

You sat on Levi’s thigh and hugged him. “I know, my sweet. We will get all that, we will.”

Levi squeezed you. “Just a few weeks dealing with Ji-Woo, then I can whisk you away.”

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