SUMMARY: After the night out with your friends you return home and find a surprise waiting for you next door.
Later on that night you and Vision were the last pair standing as the rest of the group was drunk off their asses.
You spent the rest of the night helping Vision get the drunk group home safely.
You first dropped off Steve and Bucky, they weren’t as drunk as the rest but still in no condition to either drive or help care for the others. So you walked them to the door and bid them a good night with the gentle reminder to drink some water and take an aspirin.
Then Monica who you entrusted her roommate Darcy to look after.
Finally you helped get Pietro to bed, making sure he was on his side and had water and aspirin on his nightstand next to him for when he woke up, although you knew he was going to be ok you thought maybe it would be best if you slept on the couch just to make sure he would be alright. Wanda would be fine because she had Vision. Monica would be alright because she had Darcy taking care of her. Steve and Bucky would be alright because they had each other. But Pietro had no roommate or anyone to take care of him except you and Wanda.
After assuring Pietro was alright you set up your place on the couch. Gathering blankets and an extra pillow from Pietro’s bed that would go unmissed. While setting up your area your eyes caught the picture of you and the twins during your highschool years hanging on the wall.
You smiled as you remembered how emo and edgy Wanda and Pietro looked and how eighties you unintentionally looked.
You laughed and immediately wanted to turn the picture the other way out of embarrassment when you studied how you looked.
Why did you think that looked good?
However embarrassed you were of the photo you smiled as you remembered your high school years with them.
Pietro was the star track athlete and every girl (and guy) wanted him in one way or another. Yet for some unknown reason he stuck with you and Wanda.
Wanda was the smartest among your small group and she didn’t even need to try. Looking back you don’t think you ever saw her study but yet somehow she managed to pass with flying colors that made Agatha green with envy. It wasn’t until she met Vision that you saw her actually apply herself and compete for valedictorian.
You were the only one they listened to most of the time. You didn’t know why but they had always listened to what you said.
You wonder what your trio would’ve been like as a quartet.
As you laid your head and began to try to sleep you thought about Natasha and how she would’ve fit into that small group of yours.
—
The morning started off pretty well so far for you. Pietro had woken up before you for his morning run and brought back coffee and pastries from the local coffee shop around the corner. You spent the rest of the morning laughing and talking before finally departing on your way back to the bookstore to open.
You really were thankful that you had thought ahead and had some clothes stored away at Pietro’s. You ate breakfast with Pietro before finally departing to your bookstore a few blocks away.
You hummed mindlessly all the way there. It had been a while since your last outing and last night had been refreshing, regardless of whether or not you got as drunk as everyone else did. You had fun.
As you neared your store you noticed a moving van with people unloading next to it. Curiosity filled you as you began to wonder what would fill the empty store next to you. As you got closer you could see a petite blonde woman giving the people unloading directions. You could see she was heavily tatted, your eyes were drawn to one in particular on her collar, ‘Miss American Pie.” in beautiful handwriting. You didn’t know why but she looked familiar to you. You decided to pay no mind to it as you went to unlock the store.
“(Y/n)?”
You turned around and saw the blonde woman looking at you. Her features were fair and the shape of her nose was something to envy. You quickly remembered that she was the blonde woman from last night that had a six foot man in a chokehold.
“You’re that woman from last night,” You say, “the one who put that man in a chokehold. I’ve got to say that was pretty cool.”
“Did I?!” She asks astonished, “I was so drunk last night I can barely remember Nat putting me to bed.”
“We’ve all been there,” You said, “how did you know my name though I don’t think I talked to you last night?”
“We were neighbors,” she explained, “you were friends with my sister Natasha.”
Flashes of a little blonde girl came into mind that usually stuck to Natasha like glue.
“Yelena?” You asked before the blonde grinned from ear to ear and nodded. “Oh my god I am so sorry I didn’t recognize you.”
“It’s no problem,” Yelena said, “it took me a few minutes too to remember who you were.”
“So are you the one moving in next door?”
“No actually,” Yelena said, “I’m just helping set everything up for the shop before going back to my place a few blocks down from here.”
“Who is moving in?”
“That would be me, Nancy Drew.”
You turned your head and there stood Natasha. Her tattoos now were more visible in light and decorated her skin like paint on a canvas. You thought she looked like she came straight out of a vogue magazine.
“Good you’re here.” Yelena said as Natasha made her way to where you both stood, “Toni doesn’t know how you want to arrange the stations and needs help on that. Dad is trying to fight the movers and Mom is nowhere to be found.”
“Where’s Clint?” Natasha sighed.
“Still sleeping off his hangover.” Yelena explained.
“Ok,” Natasha said, “tell Toni I’ll be there in a few minutes to help her, tell Dad if he doesn’t knock it off Mom will knock him out, and Mom is probably upstairs checking out the apartment and I would try Clint’s phone if that doesn’t work get Nick.”
Yelena stood there expectantly at her sister before finally Natasha said. “Please oh great sister of mine.”
“There you go, was that so hard?” Yelena says before turning back to you. “I’ll see you later (Y/n), have Nat invite you to the housewarming party next week before she chickens out.”
“I was going to do that,” Natasha calls after her sister as Yelena begins to walk away.
“You weren’t doing it fast enough.” Yelena says before disappearing in the store leaving just you and Natasha.
“So you’re moving in next door?” You ask.
“Yeah,” Natasha says, “bout time I put down some roots, open up that tattoo shop I’ve been dreaming about since I first walked into one.”
“That explains the look then.” You say.
“What look?” Natasha smiles knowing exactly what you meant.
“That look you gave me all the time when you knew something I didn’t and tried to be all mysterious about it.” You explained and Natasha laughed. “So what is this tattoo shop going to be called?” You asked Natasha who ceased laughing before finally answering.
“Black Widow.” Natasha replied before gazing at her store with a sparkle in her eye that you were familiar with. It was the same look in your eye every time you looked at your store. Just as you were about to say something the vibrating sound of Natasha’s phone rang. Natasha grabbed it from her pants before sighing and looking back at you.
“I’ve got to take this call, it should just take a second.” Natasha said, understanding what she meant you said, “it’s ok,” You replied, “I’ll just be in the store setting up shop so come and visit when you’re done with the call.”
“I will,” Natasha promised before answering her phone. You turn the keys into your door and begin to set up shop.
You barely got through counting the drawer before Natasha comes through the door. The look on her face immediately got your attention. The redheaded woman leaned on your counter.
“Do you happen to know any artists that might have some pieces ready?” Natasha asks.
“Yeah my friend Steve,” You say, “I can give you his home number and his cell. His husband might answer though, his name is Bucky. If he asks how you got the number just tell him it was me.” You said as you quickly wrote the two seperate numbers on a piece of paper before handing it to Natasha.
“You are a lifesaver thank god.” Natasha praised.
“So who was on the phone?” You asked. Natasha groaned as she remembered how the heated discussion went.
“This artist that I had previously contracted to create some tattoo’s for us. He called to back out of the deal and since not all of the paperwork was signed he had every right to back out and take his pieces with him.”
“Why did he back out?”
“Didn’t say,” She responded, “but I owe you big time for this thank you so much.”
“Don’t mention it, Steve is the best and I’m sure he’ll appreciate the business.” You responded.
“Well if Steve is the best then I definitely owe you dinner at least.” Natasha said as she began to make her way to the door, “I’ll swing by around eight.”
As you were about to argue about it, she continued.
“No arguments,” Natasha cut off as she opened the door, throwing you an over the shoulder look before saying, “Just bring your pretty self Nancy Drew.” One of her blue eyes winks before sauntering off knowing how flushed your face is just from being called pretty.
—
The day had been busier than you anticipated. From one kid destroying a complicated book display to a karen or two saying this book or that book should be on sale when in reality it wasn’t. Finally the numerous people ceased and it was time to start closing shop.
You counted the drawer and left two hundred in the drawer, turned the sign to closed, re-did the book display, vacuumed and swept, wiped the counter, finally came to organize and restock the shelves.
You grabbed as many boxes of books as you could before returning to the shelves to stack. It was overall a tedious process, especially for the high shelves.
You were about to put the last one on the shelf when you heard the store door open.
“Hey are you rea-” Natasha began before the door closed behind her and the shelf in front of you collapsed. You sighed as you stepped down from the stepping stool to assess the damage, however the redhead had somehow beaten you to it.
“It looks like whoever installed this shelf for you didn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground.” She said as she picked up said shelf. “Thankfully I know my way around a drill and just so happen to have a million screws laying around next door.”
“Nat you don’t need to-”
“It’s not a problem Nancy Drew,” Natasha assured, “I’ll be right back with a couple of screws and a drill. We’ll have that fixed in no time.” and with that Natasha left the store out of the same door she just came in from. You start to get the books that had haphazardly fallen from the shelves and you prayed that none of the pages from the books had creased or any of the spines bent.
True to her word Natasha returned a few minutes later with a tool kit in one hand and a drill in another. Her usual leather coat was nowhere to be seen leaving her arms exposed.
You could see that she had one arm sleeved with tattooed webs and the other had a few miscellaneous tattoos here decorating her arm like ink on a canvas.
You watched patiently, being very careful not to let your eyes wander from her face. However you would catch yourself more than once staring at the way her tattoos moved with her muscles.
Once the shelf was properly installed and stacked the redheaded woman turned to you.
“I should probably check the other shelves to make sure they’re properly installed.” Natasha said, breaking you out of your trance.
“You don’t need to do that.” You quickly said. Not wanting to bother her further.
“It really isn’t a big deal.” Natasha assured, “what kind of neighbor would I be if I didn’t help you out huh?” She smiled as the argument on your lips fell silent.
“Fine but I’m ordering take out and you’re picking the place.” You said already reaching for your phone, Natasha was about to argue but was quickly cut off, “after all what kind of neighbor would I be if I allowed you to go hungry after doing me a favor?”
Natasha smiled as the argument fell silent on her lips.
—
After listing off a few different restaurants that deliver, Natasha settled on ordering a pepperoni pizza with wings and asked if you had any beer. After confirming that Natasha went straight to work on the shelves.
Natasha was done re-installing the shelves by the time the pizza and wings arrived. While dealing with the delivery person Natasha grabbed two ice cold beers from the cooler you brought downstairs from your apartment.
The night was spent in a bunch of laughter and conversation. You couldn’t remember the last time you had this much fun and felt this deep of a connection with someone. Even though it had been years since you had last seen each other and had a moment like this, you couldn’t help but feel like no time had passed. Like she was still your blue haired neighbor and you were her book obsessed best friend.
As the night dwindled you found yourselves laying on the floor next to each other in comfortable silence.
Well almost.
Despite feeling like no time had passed you can’t ignore that it did, you can’t forget how she got up and left one day. Without a word and you were left wondering for years what happened to her.
You still were trying to piece together what happened.
“Hey Nat?”
“Yeah?”
“Why did you leave?”
The question hung in the air for a second until you heard Natasha let out a shaky breath.
“I didn’t know we were going to until that day,” She said, “I wanted to say goodbye but I couldn’t.”
“Why though?” You asked.
“I just couldn’t,” She said, “I want to tell you more, I do. But just trust me when I say that it’s going to take time for me to actually put it into words.” There was a silence before she continued, “you deserve a proper explanation.”
“I do,” You agreed, “you were my best friend and you just disappeared. That hurt me and for a while I thought it was me-”
“No,” Natasha interrupted, “it wasn’t you.”
After another pause you continued.
“Whenever you can tell me,” You said, turning your head to look her in her oceanic eyes, “I’ll be here with open ears.”
Natasha smiled before you both turned your heads back to the ceiling. Your hands brushing against each other like it was old times again.
SUMMARY: After Wanda announces her engagement a familiar face returns into your life.
“(Y/n)!”
You heard the familiar chime of the doorbell and the familiar excited voice of your friend fill the relatively empty store. You whipped your head to her just in time to see her barrelling toward you and captured you in a bone crushing hug.
“Whoa there Wands,” You said as you returned the hug, “did something happen or are you just that happy to see me?”
Wanda quickly released you from her vice grip, “oh nothing much happened,” Wanda paused before holding up her left hand, “except this.” On her left hand on her ring finger sat a beautiful vintage ring.
“Oh my god!” You exclaim smiling as you grab her hand to get a closer look at the ring, it was simple in design but it really suited Wanda. ‘When did this happen?!”
“Last night,” Wanda reveals happily her smile never deterring, “Vis and I were watching reruns of the Dick Van Dyke Show, I told him how Mary’s ring was beautiful and next thing I know he asks ‘is it as beautiful as this ring’ next thing I know he’s down on one knee with the ring in his hand asking me to marry him.”
“I’m so happy for you and Vis.” You congrat Wanda as you and her continue to talk about her engagement for a few more minutes.
“Actually Vis and I were planning on going to the city tonight to celebrate, are you busy?” Wanda asks. You take a quick look at your calendar finding nothing but closing the store on the agenda for tonight.
“Nope,” You respond, “just have to close the store.”
“Close early and Vis and I will pick you up,” Wanda said, “We’re bringing Pietro, Steve, Bucky, and Monica with us.”
You hesitate for a bit, but you take one look into Wanda’s pleading eyes, the same eyes that have gotten you into more than your fair share of trouble since highschool, next thing you know you’re nodding your head in agreement.
Wanda lets out a small squeal before enveloping you once again in a small hug before saying goodbye and that Pietro will pick you up by seven.
As you continue about your day, stacking books and working the register you start to wonder when the last time you actually had a date was.
During the slow rush you decide to check your calendar again. You flip through each page until finally you land three months prior where you had plans to meet up with the local coffee barista at some bar you can’t remember the name of. What you do remember is that the date ended with you buying a half quart of ice cream and watching reruns of Gilmore Girls.
You check the clock and check the store to find it empty. You decide now would probably be a good time to close and to start getting ready for the night in the city with Wanda and the rest.
You turn the sign on the door to ‘closed’ and push all thoughts of dating to the back of your mind.
—
You had just slipped your shoes on when you heard Pietro knock on your door in the familiar pattern he’s done since high-school.
You answer the door to reveal Pietro. You always thought he had looked handsome in that mischievous way. But when he wears that white button up and slacks with his hair gelled back he is a special type of handsome.
“Well damn don’t we look fancy tonight?” You say as Pietro noticeably checks you out in the same appreciation. You did a small turn in your black dress that fell just mid thigh.
“And you don’t look too bad yourself Princeza,” Pietro said as he offered his arm in an overdramatic gentlemanly style. Which you responded in kind, laughing slightly as you made sure to lock the door behind you before finally heading out.
—
You were back in your parents backyard, sitting in that hammock with a book in your hands. Nancy Drew had wormed her way into eleven year old you’s heart, with all of her adventures and detective skills.
Just as you were about to reach the climax of the book you heard a familiar voice.
“Whatcha reading today?” You look away from the book and spot a familiar blue haired girl the same age. She was the neighbor that moved in about three years ago, Natasha, who quickly became your best friend.
“Nancy Drew,”
“Again?”
“There’s more than one Natty.” You responded, next thing you know the book is lifted from your hands and Natasha is hovering over you with the book in her hands.
“Naaat.” You whine as you try to reach for the book only to have her expertly move it away from you.
“C’mon,” Natasha says as she makes her way to the bushes separating your yard and hers, “adventure awaits.”
You struggle a little as you make your way out of your hammock and through the lush bushes to Natasha who slips through the crack in between.
“Nat,” you warn lightly.
“I promise I’ll give you the book back,” Natasha promises, “but first we go on an adventure! Grab your bike and meet me out front!”
“Where exactly is this adventure?”
“Just grab your bike, chatty cathy!”
You hear her footsteps rush over to her bike as you rush to yours.
By the time you let your parents know you’ll be riding your bike and get to the front of your house Natasha is already waiting for you.
Together you both rode your bikes until finally settling on a clearing near the local park. There was this big oak tree and in front of it a huge rock as well covered in green moss.
For a while both you and Natasha played by either climbing on the rock and proclaiming yourselves rulers of the land, climbing the tree, playing pretend in the most kid way possible.
However you would catch glimpses sometimes, you didn’t know what, but it made you worry for her. Like how sad she looked, or scared.
Finally, after being worn out by playing you both lay on the grass beneath you and watch as the fireflies began to dance around the big oak looking like thousands of moving stars.
You were enjoying the bit of peace and silence when you felt her hand hold yours. You look over and see the blue haired girl still staring at the millions of fireflies with a smile on her lips.
“Thank you for being my best friend.” She said gently as you looked away from her and continued watching the fireflies dance, until the sun finally set and it was time to go home.
She never did give that book back.
—
“Princeza, we’re here.” You hear the familiar accented voice say. You slowly open your groggy eyes to see the glittering lights of the city.
“How long was I out?”
“An hour.”
“So the whole car ride,” You say, you could see Pietro nod from the driver’s side, “I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
“I was asleep the whole car ride, you were probably bored.”
“No, I wasn’t bored,” Pietro said, “I know you haven’t been sleeping much because of the store.”
Here it comes.
“You need to start working less Princeza,” Pietro continued concerned, “you spend all your waking hours at the store, tending to your books, and life is going to pass you by.”
“Pietro-”
“I don’t mean to be harsh or rude,” Pietro quickly added, “it’s just I see you all the time at the store and nowhere else lately. I get that the store is demanding, but just try to make some time for yourself. Promise me?”
You look at him and can’t refuse.
“I promise.”
You can start relaxing tonight.
—
You came to quickly realize that clubbing really wasn’t your thing.
A pile of random sweaty bodies ground on each other on the dance floor to music that hurt your eardrums.
It wasn’t that you were judging anyone for liking this atmosphere, it just wasn’t your cup of tea, you preferred to stay on the sidelines and watch your friends dance.
And the full bar proved that you weren’t the only one.
You had looked away for a second to order a beer when you spotted someone familiar.
It was dark save for the flickering lights that illuminated her every once in a while. You couldn’t place where you knew her but you knew that you knew her. It was in the way she walked with a certain grace and her eyes were sharp enough to cut through you and you imagined her tongue was the same way.
She must have noticed you staring because the next thing you know she’s staring right at you. Your eyes lock and that’s when it hits you.
You didn’t recognize her without her blue hair.
Natasha.
You panic and turn back to the bar to order that beer you were going to order about five minutes ago. You mentally beat yourself up, if you didn’t look like a creep before you definitely did now.
You were so busy mentally assaulting yourself that you didn’t notice the redhead sauntering her way to you and sit on the empty barstool next to you.
“Well if it isn’t Nancy Drew.”
You turn your head and see Natasha there beside you. Her hair was shoulder length and no longer blue. Now her hair was it’s natural elegant red color, her blue eyes sharper than you remember as well as her cheekbones. You noticed hints of tattoos peeking out from the collar and sleeve of her leather coat.
“You never did return that book.”
You both couldn’t help the laugh that erupted. Even though it’s been years somehow it almost feels like no time has passed.
Almost.
“So what’ve you been up to?” Natasha asked, “still into books?”
“Uh yeah,” You confirm, “I actually own a bookshop back home.”
You see Natasha smile from ear to ear before taking a sip of what was your beer now it seems to be adopted by Natasha.
“That’s so you,” Natasha said before taking another sip from the beer bottle.
“Well what about you?” You ask, “what have you been up to?”
You could see the hesitancy in Natasha’s face, just as she was about to answer, however you see a light brown haired male come up beside her.
“Hey Nat, I hate to interrupt but we got a Budapest situation over here.” Natasha swerved her attention to where he pointed at the blonde who was obviously drunk off her ass putting a six foot tall man into a choke hold. Which you had to admire and be impressed at.
“I guess that’s my cue Nancy Drew,” Natasha said as she took one last sip from the beer bottle before abandoning it. As she was making her way through the crowd but before she got too far you saw her turn around.
“What was the name of your bookstore again, Nancy Drew?!” She yelled over the crowd.
“Oh-um- Summertime Stories!” You call out, you catch a glimpse of something in her eyes before it disappears.
Avenging (DARK! Moon Knight x Reader) The Knight and Pawn Series
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WARNINGS: Dark themes, I have no idea how to describe indoor decor.
You woke up to the smell of him on your skin. Your blood curdled and shame filled you. How could you be so weak against him? How could you have encouraged it?
The ghost of his lips on yours, as well as his fingers, lingered. You could still practically taste him on your tongue. The minty freshness mixed with the faint taste of dark chocolate and coffee created something so intoxicating yet nauseating at the same time. His calloused hands, worn from battle, left a sensation you didn’t quite understand.
You knew what happened last night was not out of love, at least not on your side, you were lonely, vulnerable and isolated. Any touch of intimacy was like breathing in fresh air or letting the sunlight hit your face after so much rain. You knew you didn’t love him, that this sick and twisted notion of love he had in his head was absurd and dangerous.
You brought your knees to your chest as you thought angrily about if all of this had come out five years ago things would have been different. You would’ve jumped into his arms and lived happily, you would probably have been oblivious to the obvious red flags because he would’ve been your Marc.
But he wasn’t anymore.
You pitied that version of you who lived oblivious to what monster warmed her bed at night. But you also envied her, wished to be her.
—
You were reading yet again when Marc came through the door, you expected him to have a tray of food in his hands but you were surprised when he just leaned against the door with his arms crossed. No food, and the door wide open.
Confusion and unease filled you, what was he doing?
“So,” Marc started, “the final renovations got done this morning so it’s time to properly show you your new home starlight.” You sat there not really processing the information.
“What,” Marc asked, “did you think I was just going to keep you in a locked room with no sunlight for the rest of your life?”
“I didn’t really know what to expect honestly,” you replied, hesitantly closing the book in your lap before placing it on the crumpled sheets. You slowly took a step forward to the door and when Marc reached out his tanned hand for you to take it. You wanted to deny it, tell him to fuck off and not touch you. But you worried that if you did, any hopes of getting outside of these same four walls would disappear. You tried not to recoil as your fingers intertwined with his, you reminded yourself with each step not to run to the nearest door. He’ll be on guard, he’ll be ready for your half baked attempt at escape. You had to gain his trust, and not running immediately would help. Some part of you wondered if you were complacent if he would let you go out of boredom, but you see the look in his eyes and know that will never be the case. In fact it might encourage him.
He took you through a few hallways, all trimmed with white and silver. It was all very…classy and expensive. Nothing about this screamed Marc, but of course when Marc showed up in that bar with a white button up and black slacks some part of you was surprised by his appearance. He also barely managed to scrape by with what he sold during missions, always just selling the bare minimum before giving it to museums and places like that. So what changed? Where did all this money come from?
Marc opened a door at the end of the hallway, it did not make a sound as he opened it and revealed a study. The walls were lined with books, most were egyptian, the wooden trims looked to be made of mahogany and decorative plants were placed artistically here and there giving the room a slight adventurer vibe. You barely noticed the door behind you closing, when you did you saw it was a hidden door. You were trapped behind a fake door the entire time in his study.
“This is the office,” Marc said as his fingers never left yours, “Truth be told I don’t use it often but I don’t want you poking around in here if you can help it,” He said as he dragged you out of the space.
It was very modern, you noticed, the floor plan was anyway, open space, lots of windows letting in a lot of natural light. Completely different from the cramped room you had been in for months. The couch was a cool gray sectional, it looked as though it’s never been used, in fact, a lot of it seemed to be brand new. The floors were real wood and polished to the point you could see your reflection in it, the walls were a nice, clean white with spots of color here and there with wall decorations. There was a fluffy rug where the sectional was along with a decorative blanket draped over the side. The TV was massive, and it seemed to be one of those state of the art smart tv’s. Everything looked just like it came straight from one of those home decorator magazines, showing people pretty places that they would never live. You noticed one of those windows looked out into a balcony that overlooked the water. As you breathed in the outside world for the first time in forever, your suspicions were confirmed.
You were in London.
You were literally an entire ocean away from anyone who you could count on to help.
You were trapped.
“As you can tell this is the living area, and over here is the kitchen,” Marc said as he pulled you to the open archway to the kitchen. The floor was marble tile and the counters were made of this white and gray marble with gold streaks in it. Even this room, which you know he used, looks like nothing has been touched.
He then proceeded to show you the other rooms, the gym, an indoor pool, a walk-in closet which he made sure to tell you that was yours, a few guest rooms, and all the rooms seemed to follow a certain white, gray, and gold theme with Egyptian hints and exotic touches here and there.
Finally he dragged you to the last door, it was large, taking up a good amount of space on the wall, double doors.
“Finally this is our bedroom with an ensuite bathroom for us.” It was gorgeous, the california king bed with gray sheets, a regular rug with intricate patterns, the frame of the bed was black, over all the room was spacious with enough room for a pull out tv, ottoman by the end of the bed, a large dresser with a closet, two chairs by a bookshelf. When you reached the bathroom the shower could clearly hold two people as well as the massive tub. Everything was big, clean and expensive.
That’s what you always came back to.
Expense.
“Marc,” you said to the man who, except when he showed you where the rooms were, said nothing, “How are you able to afford all of this?”
“Turns out Steven is smarter than he looks,” He said rubbing the back of your hand, “he may be pretty timid but god is he a vicious business man.” he sighed as he brought your hand to his lips, “I know it’s a lot to take in right now, but I want you to know that we did this all for you. You deserve nice things, and I didn’t handle things correctly-”
“You didn’t.” You said, Marc gave you a look, he knows you’re right (as usual) and that he deserves that.
“As I was saying,” Marc continued, “we did this all for you, but there are a few rules.”
You tried to hide the tightness in your chest and the panicked rhythm of your pulse.
“One,” Marc said holding up one finger, “don’t try to escape. Pretty basic shit, but still.”
“Where would I even go?” You said, “You took me an entire ocean away from anyone I can turn to.”
“You could still run,” He said, his eyes challenging yours, “and there will be no tolerance for that.”
“Two,” He said, “I still want to bring you breakfast every morning and you have to eat all of it.” he holds up three fingers, “Three, you have to wear the clothes in the walk-in closet, it’s all designer or some shit, it’s supposed to be high quality.” Four fingers, “Four, we still share the same bed and the same rules apply. I would never force you into sex,” he said, “When that day comes, when sleeping beside each other isn’t enough for you and you want more, I’ll be there. However, until that day comes I would like to continue sleeping like we have been. Close.”
“And Five?” You asked.
“Five,” He said with a blush on his cheek, “you have to kiss me, at least once a day. I’m not asking for more than that, just one kiss on the lips a day or more.”
Out of all those rules, that one was the one that was going to be hard to obey. Kissing him everyday and moving on as though he didn’t kill Alec right in front of you was going to be unbearable. But you needed time, and opportunity, and who knows. Maybe one day if you still have your wits about you and you’ve gained enough trust. Maybe he’ll bring you outside, maybe even take you on trips where you can escape then.
Just hold on.
“So do you understand?” Marc asked, his eyes boring into yours as-though trying to read your mind. You gave him a small, deceptively sweet smile as you answered.
“I understand.”
“And you have to start calling me your pretty boy again,” Marc said in a lower tone, “I just want things to be how they used to be.”
“I understand pretty boy” the words tasted like ash in your mouth but still you smiled at him.
Summary: You go to give Steven his lunch on his first day as a tour guide, which leads to some interesting following events.
Warnings: Smut, unprotected p i v (wrap it before you tap it), oral (m recieving), jealousy, insecure thoughts, biting (f giving), smutty steven (that’s a warning ok?). MINORS DNI
Feel free to ask for more requests, I may not be able to get to them all immediately but I will eventually!
You considered yourself to be a pacifist. Believing that violence should be avoided until absolutely necessary, like life or death.
However you were seriously considering cutting that woman’s manicured hands off of her body if she didn’t get them off of your boyfriend.
It wasn’t like you didn’t trust Steven (or Marc and Jake for that matter), you trusted them completely. It was just a darker, more feral, more insecure part of you that looked at that person’s hands and wanted to tear them from his arm. You watched as she tried every trick in the book, fingers dancing along his arm, gasp you must work out a lot Steven, the fluttering of the eyes with a look that just says ‘notice me’, god you could practically hear her. However, you were content to stay next to the gift shop in the museum, silently seething at the woman but supporting Steven on his first day as a tour guide for now. Your poor Steven probably didn’t even realize what was going on, he was too engrossed talking about the mummification process to notice the woman’s (not really) subtle advances. You were about to take a walk to clear your head before you noticed how her eyes darted to his ass and bit her lip.
You checked the clock and you thanked all the gods that it was around Steven’s lunch break time. However he hadn’t noticed since he was so involved in answering and giving thorough explanations to the seemingly never ending questions that the woman asked.
Your low heels lightly clacked against the marble floor as you made your way to your curly haired vigilante. You were thankful you brought him his lunch that he probably didn’t even know he forgot.
You got to him just before the woman could ask another question that she just didn’t care about. You lightly tapped Steven on the shoulder, hoping your face was light hiding your seething feelings. He paused as he turned to you, you could see his dark eyes light up and the smile that you were convinced could blind the sun god himself stretched over his face.
“Darling,” Steven said, the woman beside him glared at you, you tried to pay her no mind. You held up the brown paper bag with the words “Steven with a V” written in his handwriting.
“Couldn’t let you miss lunch again love,” You said in a light tone, you hand him the paper bag with a kiss on his cheek. You lingered there for a second, recuperating the glare the blonde woman behind him was giving you. You wanted to kiss him breathless in front of her, grab his ass as you glared at her with a silent message in your eyes.
Mine
But you knew that Steven would probably blush profusely and get reprimanded on his first day, so you did what you could do. You were sweet, you were a silent storm, brewing.
“Well now that you’re here, why don’t we both go to lunch?” Steven asked, his fingers playing with the paper bag slightly. His hands always needed something to do, whether that’s playing with the strings on his jacket, solving a puzzle or…more pleasurable.
“Sounds like a plan,” You look behind Steven, right at the woman who Steven by now has completely forgotten about and smile a sweet and subtle ‘fuck you’ smile. Steven was about to walk away when the woman stopped him, and he clearly was startled, after forgetting her.
“Wait,” she said, god you hated her voice, it was too high pitched and nasally, “I still have a few questions regarding a thing we saw at the beginning of the tour.”
“It’s ok,” Steven said pointing to the person taking his place during lunch, “Bob will be able to answer those questions,” He holds out his hand to shake hers, “I’m off, lovely meeting you Sarah.”
You heard her slightly huff before you headed off towards the front doors to find somewhere to eat together. You were a few feet away from the museum when you heard Steven let out a chuckle.
“What’s funny?” You asked curiously.
“You,” Steven said, “I never thought I would live to see the day that I’d have someone getting jealous over somebody flirting with me.” His words shocked you.
“Me! Jealous,” You asked incredulously and a little defensively, “what would I be jealous about. She was just clearly veryinterested in what you had to say that she simply couldn’t contain herself.” Steven responded by chuckling more. His deep voice rumbling in his chest, eye crinkling in amusement as he admires the embarrassed flush invades your face and gives you away. Usually you’re the one to catch him being jealous, not the other way around so this was a treat. And if he was being honest, it made him feel special, knowing that he could have that effect on you as well. However, while he adored the pout that was currently on your face that you were trying to hide, he loved your smiles and laughter far more.
He grabbed your hand from your face, uncovering your blushing face.
“Although I’m flattered,” He starts as he kisses your cheek, “jealousy doesn’t suit you, I like seeing you smile more.” He stops you and brings you to the side of the sidewalk, where a wall full of graffiti laid bare, he kisses your nose before finally bringing you for a sweet and tender kiss on your lips. His kiss was always soft, full of love and tenderness. It was like kissing a dream, beautiful and leaves you in a sort of cloudy gaze, barely remembering it until his lips were on yours again. You would have probably kissed more if it wasn’t for the resounding rumble of your stomach interrupting you, reminding you that while you brought lunch for Steven you had barely eaten today. You and Steven looked at each other before laughing, his hands in yours, you both searched for a place to eat together.
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You laid in bed with Steven, you washed the sheets earlier that day and you had just gotten out of the shower so a fresh scent surrounded you. The only thing it was missing was him.
Without him there thoughts of the day passed by, the woman from the museum still on your mind. You were so happy with Steven and Marc, and Jake. But you’ve been happy before, you’ve trusted before only to have it thrown back at your face. You start worrying that maybe you were misreading the situation, maybe you were harsh, maybe this is one of the good things that doesn’t last and this is the beginning of the end.
You were so caught up with your inner demons that you didn’t register your personal angel sliding into the freshly washed and dried sheets until you felt a hand cradle your face.
“What’s going on in that mind of yours darling?” Steven asked, dark eyes unwavering.
“Steven I-”
“Darling what is it you always say to us?”
“Communication is key.”
“Correct,” Steven said as his hand went from cradling your face to holding your hand, “so communicate darling, I’m all ears.”
“I get scared sometimes,” You admit unable to say no to him, “today I have you. But tomorrow is never a given, I’m so scared that someday when I’ve let go completely that you’ll want nothing to do with me. That you’ll regret me and leave. I know this is rubbish, but I still worry. I also worry I may have been a little too harsh on Sarah from the gift shop today.” true to his word Steven lets you let it out. His eyes and ears never deviated once.
“It’s ok to get scared,” Steven starts, “I could say the same things too, I am the luckiest bastard today because I have you, but I can be the sorriest knob on the earth tomorrow if you decide I’m too broken to be loved. But while I have you, I plan on holding you, loving you, I plan on keeping that heart you gave me safe and warm, like how you are keeping mine.” Your eyes look away before he directs your attention back at him, “hey look at me,” his thumb ghosts over your cheeks, “I’m yours, nothing can change that.”
You bring your face to his, your lips molding together like puzzle pieces, you just fit. Your hands cradle his face, before going to his scalp as you lift one leg and straddle him on the bed. Your hands gently massage the space between his ear and hair. You hear him moan as his large hands grip your hips firmly, tanned digits digging into soft flesh, as the kisses now become opened mouthed and breathing becomes ragged.
Stevens hands move from their place on your waist and dance up your side before grabbing the hem of your nightshirt. He parts from you for just a second to which you respond with a slight wine, you open your eyes to see his midnight eyes asking silently, pleading really, to lift your shirt. You bite your lip as you nod, lifting your arms he practically tore the shirt from you. The bite of night air made goosebumps rise all over your skin, the mixture of the aroused look in your eyes and how your topless figure bathed in the moonlight left Steven absolutely breathless with love and lust. You could see his dark eyes darken as he drank you in, no matter how many times Steven has seen you he always got the same look as though he was looking at you for the first time. And that made you feel cherished.
Steven’s mouth lowered itself on your left breast, nipple in mouth, sucking, biting, tugging. Dragging choked, and needy whimpers and moans from you as you clutch onto his dark, damp curls. Back arching into his mouth, while his left hand played with your right breast and his right hand kneading the flesh of your ass. All of this went straight to your core, feral need flooded you as your mouth lowered itself to his ear. You nibbled at the top of his ear, licked and tugged at the lower part. Which seemed to send Steven into a needy frenzy of his own, he could feel your hot breath in his ear, deep and seductive.
“Let me touch you,” you whispered moaning in his ear as you tugged at the bottom of his shirt, “I need to touch you love please.”
For you he would do anything.
He stopped and excitedly got rid of the last shred of clothing separating your top halves together. Just as he was about to continue worshiping your breasts the way they deserved, you gently pushed him back, letting your hands roam around his toned body. Memorizing every detail.
Every scar, every mole, every freckle and goosebump.
You want to memorize it all.
Your lips latch onto his neck, sucking and kissing your way down to his clavicle. His breathing gets more erratic as he is so hard he throbs, his hands dancing patterns onto your skin. Your kisses continue downward, you take a small detour to take his dark nipple in your mouth sucking before lightly biting. His back arched at the sensation, urging for more, begging. However you have other plans as your hands gently caress the outline of his cock through his sleep pants. Noting the slight wet spot right where you knew the head was, a mischievous smirk settled on your lips. Your kisses travel lower, and lower until you are at eye level with the decent sized bulge. Your eyes look up at the half lidded and sex addled eyes of your lover before kissing the tip through the pants. The groan was guttural and damn did that do wonders for your confidence. You’ve brought him here, to the point between saving and utter ruin. Your eyes ask a silent question and he nodds fervently, your hands reach the waistband of his pants and he lifts his hips. You pull them down until his cock sprang forward, slapping against his stomach. It made your mouth water as you pulled back the foreskin and gave the tip of it a kiss before enveloping him within your mouth.
Steven swears as his fingers clutch the hair on your scalp in a tight grip as you bob your head up and down in a consistent and steady rhythm. Your tongue tracing the outline of the vein on the underside of his shaft. You look up and as you see Steven fall apart beneath you, his chest rising and falling erratically as you pick up your pace. You decide to get dangerous as you just barely let your teeth graze him. Suddenly you are pulled off of him, the salty taste of his precum lingering on your tongue as he mashes his pillow soft, kiss swollen lips against yours, nearly drawing blood. The kiss is all lust and teeth and tongue. His hands grab the flesh of your ass tightly, for sure leaving bruises in their wake. And you know you’ll wear those bruises on your ass like a badge of honor.
As the kiss died down he pressed his sweat covered forehead against yours.
“That was close,” Steven whispered breathlessly, “I would’ve made a mess if you had done that again.”
“That good huh?” you joked just as breathless as him as he kissed you again, sweetly. The combination of the feral and lust blown kiss from earlier to the sweet and domestic kiss was enough for your mind to whirl.
“Better than good,” Steven said, breaking away from the kiss, “but I want you to come before I do darling.”
You suddenly felt full as Steven thrusted his hips upward connecting you together. The pleasure filled screamed that came out of you made you sure that tomorrow you will receive a noise complaint…again.
Steven’s hands steadied you as you fell forward, your chest against his as he began thrusting upward. Bouncing you up and down his lower appendage.
You could barely form a coherent sentence as Steven expertly rocked into you and hit consistently in that one goddamn spot that made you see white. It was difficult to believe that Steven was so awkward about sex before when he’s fucking you so damn good. Your sweat covered chest rubbing against his, his hands firmly on your and the sole attention you were receiving was all contributing to the tight coil forming in your belly. It only got tighter once his diligent and skilled fingers found the sensitive little bundle of nerves and started rubbing in lazy circles that you felt the coil get impossibly tight as you felt him throb inside you.
“I’m not gonna last much longer my darling,” he confesses as his lips attack your neck, “you’re so tight, let go my darling cum for me.”
At that you did, you felt the surge of mind blowing pleasure that you didn’t realize you bit harshly onto Stevens neck. However at the feeling of your teeth sinking into him and marking him he exploded, unable to keep rocking into you as his release leaked out of where you both were joined.
You both stayed like that for a while, with you collapsed on top of him, gently kissing the mark you left on him as an apology. While he lovingly traced the outline of your spine and the red marks he knew will darken into bruises by morning. Both of you basked in each other’s afterglow, not having the energy to move and nearly falling asleep. However Steven, the man who was always so attentive to your needs, knew you would be uncomfortable in a few hours if he didn’t clean you up. So reluctantly he removed himself from you with a wet plop, you groaned as you felt so empty without him. He kissed your temple and tried to remove himself from you, letting you know he was just gonna get a wet rag to clean you up with as well.
You drifted in and out of sleep as you heard him in the bathroom over wetting the rag with warm water.
He came back not a few minutes later with a warm wet rag and cleaned you up, although you were sensitive the warm wet rag was a welcome. After cleaning you up Steven disposed of the rag after cleaning himself up as well, he slid in next to you. His chin resting on your shoulder as his arms wrapped around your torso.
“How in the bloody hell am I going to cover this love bite tomorrow.”
Summary:Jaskier never thought he would find love in the shape of you. Messy and dirty yet so happy to be alive. He finds himself being faithful to only you.
Summary: After steamy looks are exchanged you find yourself in bed with a handsome Bard but after all is said and done. A one night stand might turn into something more.
Summary: Stephen colours you in the deepest shades of desire.
Warning: Fluff, Smut
Word Count: 1.6k
a/n:. Requests are open.
Calmly, the rain tapped against the windows of the apartment. Vibrant light poured into the flat and kissed the features. His hands vanished under your hoodie. Lights flickered. The responsibilities were forgotten; the books were closed and the only sign that you were once sitting at the table was the monitor lighting up a part of the living room.
Stephen guided you away from the table, ignoring the slowly dying protests. The words full of responsibility no longer escaped, muffled by his soft lips. You lost yourself in the depths of his intense gaze, struggling for breath, searching for support even though you knew Stephen would never let you fall to the floor.
The long coat once resting on his shoulders slid to the ground, followed by the shoes and the suit jacket in dark tones. The minute Stephen stepped into the flat, he knew at once you still hadn’t left your spot at the table. You had rejected his offer to watch a movie, aware you had to finish the project, but the second his lips tenderly caressed your neck, the burden faded from your mind. His heavy breath collided with your flesh, conjuring goosebumps over your skin, sliding down your body in the shape of waves, unstoppable by any dam of the world.
You returned his gaze as the darkness disappeared. You saw him clearly, the man who towered high above you, the man your heart was longing for. Desire and hunger were in his gaze. His hands melted into your skin and your body turned to liquid gold and all the sorrow, all the pain, departed and dared not return. Unintelligibility came over his lips. His voice was unusually rough and when you closed your eyes and listened to the voice, you were sure it could not be Stephen speaking to you, but a stranger. Stephen’s masculine smell clouded your senses.
Without noticing, Stephen guided you through the flat. His gaze was sharp and walked towards the closed door leading into the bedroom. Stephen’s fingers clawed harder into your skin as his lips caressed your shoulder, wandering up the side of your neck. An indignant sound wanted to escape you, felt his hand, the warmth disappeared but before a complaint could reach his ears, you heard the sound of an opening door and immediately you understood what had happened.
“I love you.” Stephen breathed out of breath between the feather-light kisses he placed on the way up your neck, leaving a wet path behind.
The kisses began to tingle and suddenly he elicited a soft giggle from you, but it was quickly swallowed by an unstoppable moan as he caressed the sweet spot of your neck with his lips.
You whispered his name as if you were praying to a deity. You felt a widening grin forming on his lips, had closed your eyes in pleasure. Deeper, Stephen led you into the shared bedroom, knowing the way by heart, not wasting a moment with closing the door, passing the wardrobe and heading straight for the made bed, almost tripping but catching himself quickly, not falling over the small pile of clothing by his side of the bed.
The last pieces of clothing slid to the floor and his long fingers played with the hem of your shorts. A cold shiver danced down your spine as the cold wind kissed your skin but the warmth his body radiated banished the bumps.
The bed creaked softly and the mattress gave way under your weight. The fingers of his right hand traced the contours of your face and brushed the loose strand of hair away, behind your ear.
Stephen breathed a kiss full of passion on your lips and saw the marks appearing on the side of your neck. Your trembling fingers clutched the buttons of his shirt, undoing one button after the other, feeling his eyes burn into your flesh and wandering down your body. His muscles tensed. Your name escaped him over and over again. It was a serenade, an unforgettable melody of love and adoration. Accidently you rolled your hips against him and a growl, thunder and lightning escaped his throat. The kiss was soft, delicate, breath-taking, unforgettable.
Air no longer filled your lungs. Soft moans filled the room as his clothed manhood grew under your accidental touch. Your cheeks were heated. Stephen’s hands roamed your body, his fingers hid under the warm material, lifted the hoodie and tossed it away into the far corner of the room. Stephen didn’t bother with questions, knew exactly what you desired, your deepest wishes, saw the longing in the look in your eyes.
Your mind was clouded yet you saw sharply, his face, the serene smile spreading on his features, kissed by the light of the moon pouring through the wide and narrow windows flanked by curtains. His chest was moving unevenly and his breathing was hoarse. The button-down was gone, followed by his trousers matching the rest of the suit. Why Stephen had left the flat you no longer could remember, but you knew it was important. His fingers coloured your body in the shades of love.
Coldness journeyed down your spine and his keen eyes witnessed the unconcealable unevenness on your skin. A low scream echoed across the room. You closed your eyes as you felt his tongue softly licking your right nipple after he placed a kiss full of passion on your flesh. His fingers played with the neglected nipple, took it between thumb and index finger and saw how you turned to liquid gold under his touch. Again and again, his tongue flickered over the unevenness and suddenly the warmth vanished and returned. Your fingers clawed in the depths of his hair, trying to force him to rise, to kiss you, to spread warmth and love but he didn’t listen to your pleading voice and continued to leave a trail of wet kisses on your body as he travelled further down.
His hands followed his lips, touched your lovely body and stopped at the sides of your underwear. Featherlight kisses his lips placed on your skin. Searching for friction, you rolled your hips, but your skin didn’t collide with your lover. Stephen’s hands pressed you into the mattress, forbidding you to dare to move again.
He pumped the shaft of his manhood, spreading wetness and delight. Your gaze moved up and down, unable to keep your eyes from darting down to the middle of his body, and you gulped noticeably. Gently he grabs you by your hips, his thumbs caress your sides as he pushes you closer to him and then suddenly his grip tightens. A soft plea escaped your lips, but your lover didn’t answer. His breath collided with your core. He placed a featherlight kiss over your panties and his fingers remove the dark underwear in one swift motion. Stephen spread you open with his thumbs, brushes over your entrance with a widening grin.
“See how wet you are, my darling,” said Stephen teasingly.
In the barely prevailing light, Stephen presented what he had done to you, knowing he hadn’t properly touched you yet. Grateful for the darkness you lower your gaze, you were nevertheless sure he had certainly seen the expression in your eyes. A translucent circle formed beneath you. You moan, unable to hold it back any longer as he carefully pushes his finger into your depths. His fingers disappeared and came back into the light, was slow and careful, ignoring the words crossing your mind, letting his thumb circle in slower getting circles over your clit. He flicked your clit with his tongue and you moaned in delight, and he smirked as he saw the effect, he had on you. He pulls your hips against him, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to his broad chest.
Stephen whispered your name in a moan as you rolled your hips. Suddenly the warmth faded away and a low scream muffled by your lips dared to escape as he pushes into your wet core, had rubbed the head into your entrance. Small whining whimpers leave your mouth as you arch your back. He rolls his hips, stretches you, hitting your tender spot over and over again. Praising words slipped after curses and words full of adoration. The sound of skin slapping and creaking of the bed roared and echoed in the apartment. Mist was rising and clouds clouded your mind. Rolling your eyes back a soft prayer resounded.
“I’m going to cum.” you whisper, no longer able to hold back.
The words didn’t need to escape your throat, Stephen felt it, felt how your walls tightened around his manhood. He was breathing heavily and suddenly the world was still, deep in slumber. A wave of ecstasy washed over you, but your lover didn’t stop, continued at a sloppy pace to vanish in your depths till the wave captured him entirely.
The numbers on the calendar were marked with a red circle, and the colour haunted the young woman in her dreams. Letters were blurring. The sentences no longer made sense, but Y/N kept going, knowing she couldn’t close the books and her eyes to find a moment of peace.
Her eyes had seen blood and tears, wounded people, but for the first time in years, she felt like a young student about to take her big exam. She knew exactly why she had chosen to continue her studies as a psychologist, but now she regretted choosing this path of hundreds of obstacles. She wished to shut the books, hide them away and never think of her failure again, but she did not do it. Her palms were wet and the tears running down her cheeks were reminiscent of a waterfall and leaping rivers travelling across the steel face of a mountain.
“I feel like an idiot. How can it be?” Y/N breathed, unable to understand why the words no longer made sense.
Books lay scattered on the floor around Y/N wrapped in a greenish fluffy blanket, trying in vain to get the contents of the books into her head, but after hours of intense studying, Y/N was shocked she still knew her name. Tears were welling again in her eyes, realised she had failed miserably.
Deep in thoughts, Y/N didn’t hear the footsteps echoing across the small and lovely decorated home. Angrily, Y/N ran her fingers through her hair, destroying the bun resting loosely on the back of her head, falling further and further down with each passing moment. Her eyes slid over the rows of words forming sentences, but then she exhaled loudly as she realised, she had read the words but could remember none of them underlined with a reddish line. Her right hand reached for the dotted cup at the side of the bed two steps away from her and brought it to her lips. A questioning expression painted her eyes. Frowning, Y/N realised she had emptied the cup. The lavender-scented tea was gone, as well as the claimed calming effect, and Y/N could no longer smell or taste lavender or chamomile and put the cup back on the side.
Suddenly the wood creaked.
“Do you need help, my love?” a voice spoke.
A loud curse wanted to overtake her lips. Her hand settled on her heart and exhaled in relief as she caught sight of her boyfriend with a slight smile on his troubled features. Spencer leaned against the frame of the door and folded his arms in front of his torso, staring down at his girlfriend drowning in a sea of books, not understanding anything anymore, wanting to lie down and wake up when the end of the world was around the corner. He hated to see her like this, saw sadness, hatred and anger in her eyes and the only thing Spencer wanted to do was to embrace her and let his girlfriend know everything was going to be alright again.
Y/N gave her boyfriend a weak smile and let her shoulders fall forward, feeling the heavy burden seeming to grow heavier and heavier resting on her body. Spencer pushed himself off the doorframe, took three long strides and settled on the floor a few steps away from her, scrutinising the open books spread out on the floor in no particular pattern.
“I don’t think you could even help me with this, Spence. I really don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve been trying to figure this out for two days.” she laughed. “See. I don’t even know what I’m trying to get into my head.” Y/N continued.
Y/N hid her face in her palms, wanting to make it impossible for Spencer to see the tears threatening to cross the borders. She tried to stay strong, but Spencer didn’t miss it, seeing the sadness in her gaze. Y/N brushed the tears gracing her cheeks with the back of her hand away and gulped.
“Can you show me what you are trying to understand? Maybe I won’t be able to understand it either. It must surely be hard if you can’t understand it. You are smart my love.” he breathed.
Spencer placed the three books in front of him on the side after he had shut them and slid closer to the love of his life.
“Look at me. I don’t understand everything, and it takes me a few minutes to understand something. Do you remember the case I told you about when you were sick? It took me a week to understand that the man had told me a false story.” Spencer let his girlfriend know in a calming tone.
He tried to cheer her up, but Y/N just gave a dry laugh, knowing full well that Spencer was trying to take the pain off her soul, trying to let her know she was smart, that she didn’t have to worry about it anymore.
“I have a better idea. It’s getting late my love.”, “No Spence,” Y/N interjected, knowing what Spencer was getting at, but she couldn’t stop, knowing she had to pass the tests to get her degree.
“Yes, it is, it’s after eight and after a certain time you shouldn’t bother with such things. Tomorrow I will take a day off from work and together we will try to understand this. It is a lot.” he whispered.
Spencer crawled towards her and settled at her side. His hands rested on her tense shoulders. A soft sound crossed her lips, feeling her aching muscles turn to molten gold, the weight fading away from her shoulders, and Spencer knew it would take a brief moment before Y/N would listen to him.
“I’ll make us some tea. What do you think of that, my dear? A full tub of hot water, some excellent wine and I can massage your feet. I am sure they must hurt a lot. I’ll order us dinner. What do you think about pasta, pizza or a salad? We also have ice cream in the fridge. We will lie down on the sofa, eat and watch a film or the series you were talking about at breakfast. It will do us good.” hatched Spencer in a whispering tone.
No reply crossed her lips. Y/N wanted to protest, to let him know she had to finish the chapter she had started, that she could not stop yet, but the words did not pass as his fingers slipped under the material of the T-shirt and began to release the knots on her back. A low moan escaped her. She tilted her head back, feeling her muscles turn to butter and the anxiety and worry disappearing from her body and mind. A slight grin spread across his face. Spencer knew the answer to the question he had asked, knew exactly how she would answer, and got the confirmation he needed when Y/N nodded her head in affirmation.
Eyes full of ecstasy and fire met. Curses mingled with soft words, begging for more. His hands roamed her body, travelled down her spine and settled on her hips, on her skin hidden behind a thin layer of the dress in lush tones.
His lips muffled her voice. The door felt shut, but no complaints escaped nor doors opened; the house was empty and deserted. The wood sang out loud. Y/N tilted her head to one side, allowed her husband to spread kisses on her soft flesh. She longed for his touches. A soft moan escaped her throat, longing for more. His roughened fingers wandered under the material of the long dress, had unbuttoned the top three buttons. Soft prayers escaped Y/N. Slowly, she turned to liquid gold under his tender touch. His right hand cupped her butt, kneaded her ass, felt the flesh between his fingers. Y/N’s fingers curled into his back, spread darkening marks. Her hands moved up, travelled up his spine, felt as the blood rushed through his body and curled into his hair as dark as the night, destroying his once neatly laid-back hair. A mischievous grin spread across his lips, hearing how much she liked it, how much she enjoyed his rough touches.
Bodies collided like the raging waves on the seven seas. Y/N fell onto the bed and Thomas towered over her. A smile spread across her lips. The lipstick was smudged. Her fingers clawed into the tie swinging almost above her face and pulled at it, wordlessly demanding of her husband to kiss her after his long absence. Y/N begged for more and wordlessly, Thomas did as Y/N asked. His head moved closer to hers and placed his lips on hers. A moan, growing in volume and muffled by his, was about to come over her as his teeth rammed into her gentle flesh. His hands were framing her head, making it impossible for her not to look at him, to dare her head to turn to one side. Thomas cursed, but Y/N did not understand any of them as he spoke in hushed tones. Y/N could not take her eyes off of Thomas, saw the lust ruling in them, the desire for more, for touches and words of forgiveness.
Her hands clawed harder into the button-down in light tones covering his chest. The first pieces of clothing slid to the floor. His suit jacket lay on the floor right next to the shared bed. Y/N loosened the tie around his neck, destroyed the knot and threw it to the floor. The grin on his lips broadened but Thomas allowed it, looking at his girlfriend’s trembling fingers tampering with the buttons on his shirt, undoing them one by one. The rays of the moon entering the room through the windows kissed his skin.
Thomas didn’t have to ask questions; he saw the answers in her eyes seeming to grow darker with lust. Elegantly, his fingers slid down the frame of her body. Deftly, his fingers played with the light material of the sundress. No words escaped. He untied the bow hugging her waist, and the last pieces of clothing covering her body slid to the floor like a curtain. She tilted her head to the left. Her hair shifted, no longer covering her neck. Plum lips applied wet kisses on her skin, sucked on her delicate flesh and elicited a low moan as his teeth sank into her bare neck.
Lips parted. Her stomach flipped at the words Thomas whispered seductively in her ear, letting her know how much he needs her, how much he is longing for her heart and soul, for her touches. Thomas kissed his wife delicately as his fingers travelled down her body, accidentally touching her exposed nipple. The light was dim, yet Thomas could see his wife clear as the stars, her eyes full of love. He felt the skin of a goose under his touch. Y/N´s chest moved unevenly. A muffled scream escaped her throat as he cupped her left breast and then played with it the nipple between his fingers. His lips no longer touched her neck and wandered down. Thomas smiled, watching her turn to liquid gold under his touch.
His eyes were locked on her face, looking up and down, knowing she would like it. His warm breath collided with her skin. The nipple disappeared between his plump lips. His tongue flicked over it, circled it and grinned. Her eyes widened, but then she squeezed them shut. After a few affectionate caresses, his lips released her nipple. No underwear hid her body. Teasingly, his hands wandered down, applied two kisses on her stomach and wandered further down in narrow paths. The lips no longer touched her skin and Y/N knew that her body would be burnt by the signs of love.
His fingers spread her open, saw what his caress had done to her. Sweet nectar was coating his two fingers. He did not wipe it on the white bedclothes and guided his fingers to his lips and tasted her. A dark laugh escaped the man, and he felt the desire growing in his body. Hunger was in his eyes, but food could not satisfy the hunger growing in his chest. Her breath collided with the centre of her body.
Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, she wanted to touch him, wanted him to feel the same, but Thomas just waved it off, wanted this night to be hers alone. Her heartbeat quickened, seeing what he was about to do, but before she could stop Thomas, his tongue wiped through her swollen lips. He kept licking, exploring her body as he had never done before. One finger vanished in her depths and quickly another one followed. His muscles flexed and suddenly she felt a great emptiness rising between her legs and Thomas felt it, felt her muscles clenching his fingers. He pumped in and out.
An unwelcoming emptiness spread. Y/N glanced up, wanting to start a sentence, wanting to persuade her husband to continue with what he had begun, but before the first complaint could come over her, their eyes met. Thomas towered over her body, he wanted to look at her. One hand vanished in the depths of her hair, forced her to look up, forbid her to dare to look away. Slowly, nearly gently, his erected manhood vanished between her wet folds. Her eyes rolled back. His eyes bored into her flesh while his fingers made it impossible for Y/N to move. Groaning, he thrust in and out.
The room filled with delicate sounds, of skin colliding with skin, of soft begging. Thomas grunted animalistically between sloppy kisses on her bare flesh. Suddenly, he thrust harder. His fingers moved down and began to rub delicate and harsher circles on her swollen clit. Thomas hit the right places and let her scream in delight, begging for more.
Her fingers vanished into the depths of her hair. The screams turned louder as his thrusts grew sloppier. His lips muffled the praying. Her womanhood clenched around his manhood, making it almost difficult to keep moving. A shiver danced down her spine. The orgasm washed over the married couple. Sweat wandered down the body and the cries grew silent. Suddenly silence reigned. Eyes met again, lust remained in his gaze and Y/n realised at once the night was not over yet.
A reddish veil settled on the faces. The blanket slid down his chest, revealing his well-defined muscles adorned with reddish claw lines. Gracefully, his fingers slid over her skin. Guilt spread through Spencer, seeing the marks his nails had left over her body, kissed by the rays of the sun streaming through the narrow gap of the long curtains.
Spencer´s gaze slid from the dancing dust particles illuminated by the sun to his girlfriend, who had fallen asleep in his arms and did not appear to wake in the next few moments. Spencer was unable to take his eyes away from his beloved, running his gaze over the shape of her beautiful body. Blissfully, he smiled and again he was wondering what he had done to deserve Y/N. For a long time, the genius was planning to take Y/N as his wife, had bought a ring a few weeks ago but the blue velvet box was well hidden and the question didn’t make it past his lips.
Blue marks adorned her flesh, not covered by the quilt. Spencer did not wake his girlfriend, enjoying the moment of peace, laughing low and closing his eyes in pleasure. Suddenly he realised today was his day off and decided after not a moment’s thought to spend the whole day in bed, only getting out of bed if he had to. He didn’t wake her up. Sliding closer to his girlfriend, the grin on his features kissed by the rays of the rising sun grew wider, knew it was Y/N´s day off too.
The young couple had decided a few months ago to have at least four days off a month to spend more quality time together, and Spencer longed for more days filled with love and dates mirroring the first dates at lovely restaurants and bistros. Even if the couple spend whole days together at work, both longed for moments of peace, not for pictures causing nightmares, making it almost impossible to close the eyes. It was Y/N who suffered greatly if the cases turned and twisted like the limbs of a fallen man but on those nights, Spencer was always by her side, listening and helping by his mere presence.
The sun’s rays kissed his bare chest as he moved, finding a comfortable position and leaned against the wood so he could be closer to the love of his life. Spencer loved her like the first day, loved her from the deepest depths of his heart, and couldn’t think of a better girlfriend than Y/N.
His roughened fingertips slid over her forehead again, brushed the strands of hair away, and whispered words of love and adoration into her ear. Her eyelids twitched and through narrowed eyes, Y/N looked up at Spencer. Her face contorted into a grimace, but then a slight smile spread across her lips, gazing into the eyes surveying her lovingly. Y/N chuckled as his hand cupped her cheek. They lost each other in their gazes, looked at each other enamoured. Y/N raised her right hand and stroked his cheek with her thumb, feeling the slight growth of his beard under her touch, feeling the bumps, and smiled.
“Good morning, my love.” Y/N breathed, losing herself in her lover’s eyes as he continued with his loving touches.
“Good morning. Do you know what day it is today, my darling?” asked Spencer joyfully.
Questioningly, Y/N looked at her long-haired boyfriend. Her brows almost touched, and a question wanted to cross her lips, but before the first syllable, the first word could cross Y/N realised what day it was. The smile softened and turned into a wide grin.
“What do you say we go to the mountains today? We can hike. I heard the park there is nice, and I heard you talking about it with JJ. She visited it last week. Or we could do some work in the garden.” Y/N breathed sleepily.
No answer escaped Spencer who shook his head in response.
“Why not?”, “We can just stay here in bed. We can sit in the garden and lie under the tree and enjoy the day. No cleaning nor working. I’ll buy some takeout, ice cream and other sweets at the supermarket,” Spencer explained in a joyful tone.
His voice was rough. A sudden shiver ran down her spine, remembering his words of adoration, telling her how much he loves her, how much he is longing for her touch, craving her closeness. Y/N wanted to get up from the bed but a soft whine crossed her lips. Spencer’s eyes widened, looked questioningly down at his girlfriend, searching for wounds, wanting to understand what had happened, but couldn’t find the answer, didn’t see any open wounds adorning her skin and suddenly he saw the answer. The blanket had slipped down her frame and bruises radiated all over her body from her neck to her stomach in one trail.
“I’m sorry, my dove. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Do you need something? Are you in pain?” Spencer whispered.
No traces of mild pain graced her face, had enjoyed the night to the fullest. Amused, Y/N peered up at her lover. Her glance rested on his throat and spotted the scratches she had left on his flesh. Y/N sank her teeth into her lower lip.
“Spencer, you certainly didn’t hurt me, you could never hurt me.” Y/N immediately interjected. “And you should take a closer look at yourself. Blue suits you well.” Y/N joked amused.
Y/N quickly rose from the bed, pushed herself off of the pillow and let her hands rest on his cheek, brushed away the traces of fear and distress and let Spencer wordlessly know she was fine and feeling no pain. The next gust carried the clouds away. Spencer leaned forward, rested his hands on her hers and breathed a loving kiss on her lips.
To be quiet honest, you didn’t expect to be tutoring Reiner. You never thought he would even talk to you, let alone ask you for help studying. You had been at the top of your class ever since you were in young. Yeah you’d tutor some people here and there but the star football player could have help from anyone, why did he choose you?
The two of you spent time together whenever you could. He was busy with practice so you often met up when he was done.
You’d sip milkshakes together over textbooks, study vocabulary in the overhead light in his car, and you’d quiz him on the sidelines of practice.
He was as gentleman and drove you home every night as well. The one time when you tried to decline his ride, he said it was fine because he respects your boundaries BUT he just so happened to facetime you the entire time you walked home and didn’t hang up until you were home.
He would carry your books to class and carry your backpack for you :”)
Once Porco was like “hey your little nerd friend is here” and Reiners head shot straight up as he dropped the weights in his hands. The whole team laughed at him when he realized it was a prank. He was so excited to see you :(
This guy has big Himbo energy
He doesn’t understand why he cant just pick you up and carry you around when you say youre tired.
He likes when you come over to his house and just talk about your life and day or vent while he lifts weights.
Reiner gets upsets when you say you couldn’t help him study today because you had plans you made with another person, Big Golden Retriever Boy ™ is just so jealous that other people can be around you and not him.
He hypes you up!
Always compliments your mind and thoughts, and if you ever beat yourself up he wont stop gushing about how amazing you are.
Porco threatened to steal you from him as a joke so whenever he sees him talking to you he gets in between
Ok but imagine Reiner all sweaty and out of breath because he’s been running around the field and he takes a break and sits next to you. He pushes his hair away from his face and smiles at you.
Himbo!Reiner who’s been at the gym for 7 hours and decided to get you your favorite Starbucks drink on the ride home because he loves you! He cant even spell Starbucks half the time but he knows your order by heart <3
He has a cocky attitude and a desire to always pick the worst choices. He’s a little full of himself, yet he doesn’t let it affect the way he treats others. He can be arrogant at times, and take it in the worst ways if he is ever rejected.
That’s why you knew you were in trouble the minute he walked into your classroom. Teaching college students is never too stressful for the most part. Most of them are mature enough, you have to give them that, yet when you laid eyes on him, you could already see the whirlwind of flirtatious lines you were going to cross.
“What if we get caught?” you ask him, words mumbled against his skin with his lips pressed to yours. It doesn’t take you long to fall into his trap, and even though you are his professor, it’s hard to act as such when he knows every nerve and button to press to get you riled up and going.
“Who cares?” His chuckle after he replies tells you he really doesn’t care. He couldn’t have cared any less as he slips your blouse over your head, leaving you in the sexiest, strapless, black bra he could ever lay his eyes on.
“We’re going to get caught.” You sound like a broken record in the dimly lit supply closet he pushed you in that afternoon after all classes were dismissed. Not many people are left on campus, but your heart still pounds away in your chest from the risk of it all.
“Shut up,” he groans, knowing you can’t take his words seriously, with his hands running over your breasts to have your head resting lazily on the door he has you pressed against. “You worry too much.”
“I’m your professor,” you whisper, afraid your emotions will get the better of you if you let them. “This is so, so wrong.”
“Really?” Even in the poor lighting you could see his smirk, with his brows raised as a hand slips beneath your skirt to settle between your thighs. “Does this feel wrong?” With that his fingers press to your folds, feeling the silk fabric of your panties and a whimper from your lips fill the small space between the two of you.
“God…” you moan, eyes closing a second later to give in to his fingers pressing harder against your center. “Just fuck me already.” You could never resist him, no matter if it’s a cocky, flirty pass at you, a brush of your shoulder, or even a wink. He always knows what to do to have you becoming a mess before him, to have you become his.
“Sure thing, professor.” The confident laugh that fills the closet tells you he’s pleased with his persuasion, with his hands moving to your thighs to slip your skirt higher, before tugging at the hem of your panties and watching as they fall to the ground at your heels.
Then he reaches for the button on his pants, quickly unfastening any clasp and pulling any zipper to push his clothes lower, revealing his hard, needy cock a moment later. He reaches in his pocket, pulling a wrapper from within to cause you to wonder if he had the whole thing planned all along.
You don’t question it much more as he rips the packet with his teeth before slipping the condom down his length, readying himself at your entrance as he eases your thigh over his hip. His eyes meet yours as the tip of his member teases your entrance, noticing the smirk appear once again on his lips. You push your hips toward him, gripping his shirt in a fistful of cloth and releasing a breathy ‘hurry up’ before you can change your mind.
He wastes no more time pushing himself into you without warning, earning a gasp while he fills you up. He presses his body into you, allowing your lips to collide with his and moan into the kiss when you feel him pull away just enough to slam back into you. A single hand reaches for him, pushing your fingers through his hair before tugging to encourage his motions, until he grips your wrist to press your arm near your head against the wooden door.
His eyes darken as he looks down at you, and you quickly shut your own as he pumps himself between your thighs over and over. His motions are aggressive, sloppy, and wild, but it’s more than enough to have you biting down on your lip to keep quiet.
He knows just what he is doing, thrusting in and out with force and holding you in place with one hand on your thigh and the other pinning your wrist to the door. He challenges you to keep quiet, knowing the sounds of your body hitting the door fill the hallway outside of the supply closet.
“Slow down,” you moan, and he would have listened if the lust in your voice didn’t give away you wanting anything but that, “you’re going to-to get us c-caught.”
“So?” He smirks, before grunting and pumping himself harder, faster inside of you until your mind goes numb. “I don’t fucking care.”
“…, fuck…” You can hardly keep it together. Each time he thrusts back into you pushes you closer and closer to that edge that doesn’t care how loud you are. You moan and whimper and gasp his name, becoming overwhelmed with pleasure and you just need that little extra something to reach your peak.
You reach between the two of you with the hand he isn’t holding, gathering enough strength to find your clit and begin pleasuring yourself as he pushes in with force, and pulls out just enough to pump himself back in with a twitch of his hips. Your fingers work in circles over your clit, his sudden groans and heavy breaths hitting your ears, and just when you are so close to that edge, his lips crash into yours, silencing your cries while you come undone.
You shake in his hold, pulling away for a moment as the waves of pleasure surge through you, gasping for breath before he pulls you right back to him. His motions never cease, continuing to thrust with just enough force to have you seeing stars and have him spilling over the same edge in a burst of nearly silent whimpers and curses.
Your bodies become sweaty in the stuffy closet by the time you both are coming down from your pleasure. He pulls away, and you are too dizzy to notice him rid himself of the condom and adjust his clothes. You remain limp against the door, knowing any second your trembling legs will fail you and you will go crashing to the floor.
Luckily you feel his arm wrap around your waist, and your eyes fluttering open to see the same smirk on his lips before he leans in to press them against your forehead. You gather enough strength to push your skirt down your thighs when he pulls away, noticing your panties still on the floor a second before he scoops them up in his hands.
“I need those,” you whisper, scared of your voice shaking if you speak any louder.
But he only chuckles, licking his lips and shaking his head. “How about I keep them for now?” Your eyes widen at his words. “You can get them back next time.”
You huff with a release of his name, rolling your eyes at this impossible boy.
“Don’t worry, professor,” he says, kissing your lips when he pauses, then pulling away to leave you speechless, “I won’t tell anyone. This can be our little secret.”
The feel of his mouth on you never fails to make you dizzy. When he teases your mound with soft kisses here and there, heat floods every inch from head to toe. His devious smirk with a face full of desire looking up at you certainly doesn’t help in the slightest.
With a groan he tastes between your thighs and you can’t help the whimper that slips from within. His tongue flicks over your folds before lowering to your entrance, gathering up the arousal that has dripped out for him just to send another wave of warmth surging through your body.
“Please,” you release his name in a breathless whimper with your plea, “don’t stop.” Of course, he had no intention of stopping, but the words and noises that escape your lips don’t make much sense when the pleasure is filling every inch of your body. He leans away only for a moment, a chuckle filling the space between you before he forms a tight grip on your thigh.
His fingers sink into your flesh just as his mouth returns to your body. Another whimper fills the room. He teases and toys with your clit, brushing over the sensitive, swollen bud with his tongue before dipping down to your entrance once again just to hear the way you cry out for him. He’s devious when he wants to work your body up, loving how breathless you become, how your hips move against him to gain more when you become greedy for pleasure.
“Please,” you exhale, head falling back, and finally, he gives in. Your mouth falls open, a desperate plea of his name slipping out as he buries his face between your thighs once more. His tongue finds your clit and your body trembles in his grasp. He tightens his grip on you, feeling your legs quivering as he pleasures you, groaning against your flesh from the way you taste on his tongue. Your mind grows numb, a roll of your hips begging him for more without words.
You don’t get to relish in the feel of his mouth on you for too long. He pulls away after a few moments of caressing your clit, his mouth glistening from your sweetness beneath a pale bedroom light as he aligns two fingers up to your entrance.
“You’re dripping baby,” his deep, raspy voice rings in your ears as he sinks the digits inside your soaked heat, a burst of warmth spiraling through your body. A chuckle spills from his lips as you begin to whine. You feel him pump his fingers in and out a few times before burying them deeper to curl inside of you. A gasp fills the room as your thighs shake around him, earning another chuckle from him before a deep and needy groan follows.
His mouth returns to your body, pressing the flat of his tongue against your clit as he fucks you with his fingers. The tension floods every inch of you, so on edge and ready for release. The pressure of his fingers mixing with the gentle yet urgent caresses of his tongue drive your body wild. He keeps a firm grip on your thigh with nails digging into your flesh as you writhe and whimper beneath him.
Your body is hot, worked up, mind dizzy and limbs trembling as he continues offering pleasure between your legs. He never pulls away or slows his motions, fucking you with fingers, tasting you on his tongue, driving you closer and closer to your peak.
Finally, the tension snaps to send a burst of red hot pleasure surging through your body. You cry out his name, breathlessly whimper you’re coming as you unravel around him, grinding yourself against him with a roll of your hips until you can take no more.
The moment he slips beneath the covers to settle between your thighs is when you can’t help but to giggle. The two of you were supposed to be sleeping nearly an hour ago, but kisses turn into touches that turn into him getting frisky before bed. Now as his lips smooth the goosebumps along your inner thigh, you can’t find it in yourself to complain.
You exhale his name breathlessly, already lost in the way his lips feel as he brushes over the thin cotton of your panties. He has disappeared beneath the covers but his mouth tells you exactly where he is and what he plans to do to you.
“Hm?” The seemingly innocent response vibrates against your slit as he presses a kiss between your thighs. The sensation warms your body to its core. A wave of heat rushes from between your legs to reach your fingers and toes. Of course you could never deny him the pleasures of tasting you, as well as the own bliss he offers in return, of course.
With fingers tucking into the waistband, he tugs the flimsy cotton down your hips, your thighs, until you’re kicking them off to somewhere else, leaving you bare beneath the sheets. You hear his groan at the sight of an awaiting slit needing his mouth. Your legs fall open to give him a better view of your bare pussy, assuming he can even see what he’s doing in the already dim lighting seeping beneath the covers.
His mouth pressing to your bare slit tells you, of course, he knows what to do and what you want. Your head falls back against the pillow, eyes closing for a moment to focus solely on the way his tongue drags across your skin. A lick over your slit sends shivers down your spine that is quickly replaced with heat spiraling from between your thighs to reach every limb. He repeats the motion with a groan, dipping his tongue into your pussy for a moment before dragging a slow lick to your clit.
You coo the syllables of his name, gathering up the strength to reach him, though those pesky covers are still in the way blocking your view of him eating your pussy. Quickly, you push them back, coming face to face with a grinning man between your thighs. He looks up at you the same moment he presses an open-mouthed kiss to your flesh. It’s slow and erotic, watching him taste you while keeping eye contact. Watching him eat your pussy while knowing he loves every second of it, as do you. “Don’t stop,” you whimper in a breathless release, hands reaching to entangle fingers in his hair.
It’s all the motivation he needs, reaching with one hand to slip two fingers over your slit. He parts your folds, pressing his tongue to your throbbing, aching clit to finally give you some sense of relief. He teases and toys with the swollen bud, earning every whimper, every moan, every slow and breathless release of his name he loves to hear so much. The sight is just as erotic to him, watching your head fall back and your eyes screw shut, feeling your fingers tighten their grip on his hair.
“Tastes so good, baby,” he groans between your trembling thighs, lost in the moment and in the taste of you. “So wet,” he mutters again, easing his tongue down to your cunt to gather up the juices spilling out for him, before returning to your clit once more. He circles your flesh with desire before massaging your clit with the flat of his tongue. He draws out deeper cries of his name as he tastes you, licking your pussy just the way you need to stumble closer to the edge.
“Fuck,” you can’t help but moan, rolling your hips against his face, feeling the heat swell and the tension coil. Sounds of the mess he’s created between your thighs fill the room, mixing with the whimpers and moans falling from your lips. All you can do is shut your eyes with your chest heaving, feeling so, so close to the peak of release thanks to his mouth on your body. “Gonna… gonna come,” you gasp in a final warning, heat surging through your body, pleasure swelling to every inch.
He holds you close, keeping hands on your thighs as you tighten around him. He rides out the bliss right along with you, licking your flesh, swallowing every drop of honey that spills out. You grind yourself against his tongue, wanting every single ounce of sweet release until you can take no more. It all becomes too sensitive so suddenly, and quickly you push his mouth away in a breathless giggle.
He eases the tension as you come down by pressing kisses to your inner thigh. His hands soothe circles into your skin until you’re no longer shaking. You’ll have to remember to pay him back the next time he’s trying to sleep and you’re the one feeling frisky.
He’s not as cold as you were expecting. He’s rather charming, and polite, and if you were in any other situation, you would probably swoon at his handsome features. You’re in no position to be a helpless romantic, however, having only met him just once before it was decided you would move into his castle and begin your life with him.
It was always destined to be like this. Prince takes over the kingdom. Prince needs an heir, so Prince finds someone he can marry quickly and quietly without causing tension between factions, or another war. You were the safe bet, having been the princess on the small island his fleet could sail to and needed help as far as resources for your people went. He took over your island, promising your people would be in good hands, and you were sent on the long trip to the next continent to be with him.
You expected him to have his way with you the first night you arrived. After all, he is in need of an heir and it’s truly your only value to him. He didn’t, however, only settling you in your private sleeping quarters so you could get accustomed to his castle, and to your new life. He kept his distance for weeks, only being polite enough to greet you during breakfast and make small talk. Though he was always polite, there was something intimating about him that kept your eyes down and kept you from only answering when you were spoken to. Maybe it’s the power he held, knowing his authority over a kingdom five times the size of your island. All that responsibility couldn’t come without being strong-willed and knowing what he wanted.
Two months pass, however, and he doesn’t make a move, or even an effort to get to know you. At times you feel like a burden to him. Some nights you even go without seeing him at all. Loneliness takes hold, and soon you find yourself getting the courage to explore the castle, and soon the castle’s grounds. You get to know the keepers of the grounds. They become fond of you in an instant. Even times they help you sneak out when you’re not supposed to, and do things that could land you in hot waters.
Like now, for instance, where you’re just outside the castle’s grounds, venturing off into the orchard. You had decided when you woke up, you would attempt a peace offering for your new king. Maybe if he wasn’t going to make the first move to get to know you better, you could try your luck.
An apple pie could do the trick, you think, reaching to pluck the most delicious looking, bright red apple you could find in the orchard. Then another, and another until you create a pile of apples in the swoop of your dress you’re holding up. Excitedly, you turn to head back to the castle when you have enough. You’re positive the chef won’t mind you in the kitchen if it’s for the king. You’ve learned a thing or two just tagging along by his side as he cooks.
However, you’re frozen in place at the sight of one of one of the castle’s guards standing at the edge of the orchard. If a lot of the help has become friendly with you over time, there are still a few that you just haven’t warmed up to yet.
“What are you doing, princess?” The guard, who you can’t remember their name in the moment due to being surprised, marches toward you. His brow is furrowed and his shiny, metal armor clinks with every step as he nears. “Trying to run away finally?”
Your eyes widen at the accusation. “What… no I was just-”
“Come along, then,” is all he says, gripping you sternly by the arm. The apples fall to the dirt as he drags you out of the orchard, ignoring all your pleas and protests. Of course you weren’t running away. That would surely get you executed to go back on a treaty. You aren’t as dumb as this guard thinks you are.
But he is a lot stronger than you, forcefully pulling you toward the castle. You tug your arm and try to release yourself from his grip, but it’s no use, and soon you’re face to face with the King in a room you’ve never visited before. There are other guards around him, everyone leaned over a table with aged and dirty maps spread out all around.
He raises his eyes to look at you, then down to look at the grip the guard has on your arm. He frowns.
“What’s this all about?” The King steps around the guards closest to him, making his way around the table to step in front of you. The shyness overwhelms you once again in his presence. He has a way of making you feel small, yet flushed. As if he’s looking deep inside of you with every glance.
“The princess was attempting to run away!” The guard exclaims, and he raises a brow. You open your mouth to protest, but the second his eyes meet your own, you close your lips. “I stopped her.”
He takes a few seconds to think, then waves his hand in the air. “Men…” is all he says, but the guards in the room understand their presence isn’t needed in the moment. They each take their leave, and the guard holding your arm tight finally releases you. Now, he and you are alone, and the room feels suddenly so much smaller.
He sighs, leaning against the table behind him, but not before taking your hands gently in his own. The gesture surprises you. It’s the first time he’s made an effort to even touch you since the two of you were married. His thumbs run carefully along your flesh. The action sends warmth surging through your body.
“Am I really that terrible that you’re trying to run away from me?” His tone is half joking, half sorrow. As if he realizes he’s been so distant toward you.
“N-No,” you mumble, shaking your head. Then you take a deep breath, wanting so badly not to be intimidated by him. “I just wanted to bake you something. I wanted fresh fruit.” Your voice is low, but you manage to get the words out without stuttering. It’s a start.
He grins. Your heart skips a beat from his smile. “Well, that does sound delicious, doesn’t it?” He pushes away from the table, dropping your hands. Suddenly you miss the warmth of his touch, as if it’s kept you alive forever. “How about we go pick some apples together?”
Your eyes light up. It’s the most surprising thing that’s happened to you in a while. Happily, you agree, and together the two of you make a trip to the orchard. He makes small-talk, telling you he’s sorry for the guard, and it won’t happen again. You’re just happy he’s putting in the effort to carry on a conversation. He tells you he’s only been busy, and realizes he hasn’t paid you nearly enough attention. You can’t help but to blush at that, watching him grab apples from the tree as if it’s nothing, carrying a big pile in his arms for you.
You end up baking him the most delicious pie he’s ever had, according to him. The sight of him happily eating your dessert fills you with joy. You finally feel as if the two of you have taken a full step forward in getting to know one another and becoming closer.
But soon, he is busy with being a new King again. You know you shouldn’t complain considering he has people to look after, threats to defend the kingdom from, and deals to be made. You understand the life of a King already due to growing up royalty, but there are still times when you’re lonely, or bored, or both.
When you’re bored, you find yourself wandering off to the stables. You’ve always loved animals, and you can’t help yourself when you spot the lonesome brush and a horse that needs grooming. After picking up the brush from a wooden stool close by, you reach out your hand at the mare with the reins of her bridle tied to a pole in the stables.
She takes a sniff of your hand then lowers her head, allowing you to run your palm along her nose and between her eyes. She huffs from happiness as you step to the side to begin to brush the silky, black coat along her neck. As you do so, she reaches around with her mouth, sniffing your dress before capturing a piece between her lips.
“Hey!” Giggling, you push the horse’s mouth away to continue brushing her. Though the peace of bonding with an animal doesn’t last for long, hearing a gruff voice just outside the stable’s doors.
“I don’t think this is a place for a princess.” The guard from before finds you once again. You would swear he had some sort of tracker on you, maybe a human spy. Maybe he’s been stalking you as part of an evil plan to get rid of you.
You shake your head from the absurd thought. “Good thing I’m a Queen, then.” He won’t catch you by surprise this time. You’re prepared for him, knowing he wishes to get you in trouble with the King for whatever reason. Maybe he just likes chaos.
“You should be in the castle,” he informs you, striding close with his armor clinking. The sound absolutely aggravates you at this point. “Away from harm. Where The King can know you’re safe.”
“I don’t think The King minds if I brush a horse.” You ignore the temptation of rolling your eyes. You have to be a proper queen, of course, and you wonder if that title gives you the authority to get rid of the annoying guard. In the moment, you’re hoping so.
“Why don’t we go ask him?” With that, he grabs you once again. His fingers wrap tight around your wrist, making you cry out for him to release you. He doesn’t listen, however, disobeying the orders of his queen in favor of earning a good deed done with The King. You aren’t sure why this guard has it out for you, but you know you won’t take it lying down.
“Let me go!” you fight him, tugging on your arm, pushing him away with your free hand. He ignores all your attempts, however, growing bold as he drags you up to the castle and through the main halls, finding The King in his study. The two of you come bursting in, with you crying to be released and the guard mumbling just to you about being quiet.
“What’s the meaning of this?” The King stands abruptly from his chair, folding the papers he was looking over in half. “Let her go!”
The guard drops your arm immediately. “She was out in the stables, sir.” The guard lifts his chin and straightens his back, chest buffed. “It’s not safe for a princess-”
“A queen,” you interrupt, glaring at him from the side. You can’t miss your king’s amused expression only for a split-second.
He looks over the two of you. No doubt he takes in your messy hair and flustered face from being dragged around once again. Your clothes look disheveled, and you have the meanest expression you can possibly muster up in the moment. The guard looks smug, like he should receive some extra coin for bringing in a criminal.
“Please, leave us…” hewaves his hand and the guard is disappearing through the doors once again. A few seconds pass. He sighs. You don’t say a word. Your heart races, wondering if he’s mad at you. “Up to trouble again, huh?” He smirks. He’s not upset.
“I… got lonely. And bored…”
His face twists from amusement to sorrow with just a few words. His eyes lower, shoulders falling. “I’m sorry, my Queen. I’ve been neglecting you since you arrived.”
His words have your feet carrying you to him. You can’t stop yourself. “I understand you’re busy. You have a kingdom to look after.” You stop right before him, lowering your head.
“It’s no excuse.” When he reaches for you, cupping your cheek in his hand, it takes you completely by surprise. “I know these arrangements are not easy. Moving here, being my Queen… has left you feeling unwanted. For that, I am truly sorry.”
As he speaks, you look into his eyes to see the sincerity, the longing to be better. His mistakes the past few months since you’ve arrived show in the expression on his face. He feels guilty.
“I’m grateful for you to take me as your Queen.” As he takes your hands in his own once again, you can’t help but to smile. “I want to be a good Queen to you. I want to make you happy.”
“As do I with you, my Queen.” He takes your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss over your flesh to warm your soul. He’s so gentle with you. You can’t even imagine him being angry, yelling or fighting, or being in battle. When it comes to you, there’s a softness to him that you’re realizing for the first time. Not only is he polite, and handsome, but he’s kind, and careful, and wants to be better for you. “Please know I want the best for you. No longer will you feel lonely, I promise.”
The King keeps his promise as much as he can in the coming weeks. Between his duties, he takes time out to get to know you, talk with you, enjoy his meals with you. You open yourself to him, letting him know every stupid little detail about your life before arriving to be with him. You love his laugh when you tell a joke. He loves the way you lean into him to let him know you’re listening.
For the first time, you feel like you belong here with him. The guards stay away at his orders (and a certain guard getting an absolute earful), as long as you promise not to venture too far off. He is still concerned with your safety, after all, but doesn’t want you to feel trapped. You spend the time he is busy by roaming the halls, picking more fruits, and even starting your own garden.
You couldn’t be more happy. Well, other than the fact that you’re still sleeping alone. At first, the thought of being intimate with him intimidated you, knowing he only wanted an heir and nothing more. Now, you begin to yearn for his touch. Thoughts of your children play in your mind, wondering whose features they will take. Maybe they will have his laugh and smile, and your sense of determination, and a bit of stubbornness.
While the images fill your heart with joy, you also begin to long for your King. You want to be close to him. You want to sleep in the same bed, and feel him hold you. You want to wake up with the sun shining on his face, and you have made up your mind that’s exactly what you will get.
He is too polite for his own good, you realize. Always the gentlemen, of course he wouldn’t make the first move. He doesn’t want you to feel forced into being with him. His royal status forced him to make a decision over getting married and having an heir, but now that he has you, you’ve come to realize he is just as careful with your relationship as he is with you.
You find him one night looking over books by the fireplace. He’s settled on a bear skin rug, his fur robes and leather shirt lay beside him. As if he got too hot lost in the words of the books. You smile as you stand in the doorway of the study, listening to the crackling log burning bright, studying the outline of his figure, noticing the scars on his back from sword fights and war. Suddenly, you want to kiss each and every one of them until they disappear. If they never vanish, you wouldn’t mind kissing him forever.
“My King…” You earn his attention with a quiet voice, not wanting to startle him as you step near. He pulls his eyes away from the torn pages to look up at you with a smile.
“My Queen.” He snaps the book shut before patting the spot on the rug next to him. “What brings you to me this evening?” His tone is playful, making you all the more relaxed in the moment as you settle next to him.
“Longing for your company is all,” you tell him honestly. The words bring a smile to his beautiful face. The warm glow of the fire illuminates all the perfect parts of him. His skin shines between the shadows of the flames. He’s so unbelievably gorgeous to you in the moment you can hardly breathe. How can such a human exist? “I was thinking…”
“As you often do,” he teases. You can’t help but to giggle.
“I’ve been here for months now,” you begin, voice growing quieter by the second the crackling fire nearly engulfs each syllable. He has your undivided attention regardless. “I want to be a good Queen to you. I want to make you happy, and I feel like we’ve made such progress, don’t you think?”
“Of course,” he responds without a second thought.
“But… we haven’t even kissed yet.” The heat swarms your cheeks as the words come out. You almost can’t believe you said such a thing to him, but you know it needs to be spoken. “We’ve barely even touched. We don’t sleep in the same bed, and I just wonder if we-”
The words are caught off by him leaning close, gripping your waist with two strong hands to pull your body to him. A gasp fills the room, suddenly so close to him, his face, his lips… you can barely think straight.
“It’s a kiss my Queen is longing for?” He has a cheeky tone as he asks. It’s so hard to be intimidated by him as of late when he can relax your body and ease every ounce of worry at once. He loves to play and joke and tease. You bite your lip and nod. His smile lights up the room. “Then it’s a kiss my Queen shall get.”
Your heart threatens to leap out of your chest as he draws near. Within seconds, you feel the softness and warmth of his lips taking yours. He leans against you, body to body, as he kisses you tenderly, letting the world around you drown out until it’s just him and you. There’s passion as he deepens the kiss, and you could drown in his beautiful lips forever. He holds your body close, tenderly, gently, nibbling on your bottom lip until they’re parting for him. Effortlessly he tastes your tongue on his own, and you can’t stop yourself from whimpering against his mouth. Heat bursts from between your legs so suddenly it’s almost overwhelming.
He only pulls away from your lips to carry his kisses down to your neck. Your head falls back in an instant, giving him access to any part of your body his lips want to press. Moans fill the air, body coming alive from finally getting to feel him so close.
You call for him by name for the first time, hearing him groan against your flesh because he loves the way it sounds coming from you. When your voice trembles. When your tone is so desperately needy in the moment.
“What is it, sweetheart?” he pulls away, hands still roaming your sides as if he’s waiting for permission. “What does my Queen want?”
“I want you,” you tell him, unashamed and without hesitation. This time, you’re the one to pull him close, wrapping a hand around his neck so his lips fall against your own. Whimpering into the kiss, your fingers disappear between the strands of his hair, back falling to the rug, his body resting between your legs. His hands wander from your sides to your chest, caressing your breasts over your flimsy, lace negligee you adorn. It’s so thin you feel the heat of his palm soak through to your skin, feeling warmth engulf your entire body.
He wastes no more time giving you what you need. His roaming hands begin to tug on the lace of your nightgown. Effortlessly it falls from your shoulders until you’re shimmying out of the needless thing, leaving you bare for him against the rug. He takes in a sharp breath as he stares over your body. Flickers of flame dance over your soft skin. You’re completely vulnerable to him, but you know he wants to take care of you.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says as if it’s the first time seeing you. In a way, it is, but his tone suggests it’s like unearthing a lost and forbidden treasure, amazed at your beauty in the moment as you lay beneath him. He can’t help himself, he needs you just as much. “I want to make my Queen feel good.”
The words come out in a groan seconds before he dips his head to your body. Tasting every inch of you. Kissing. Licking. Becoming so full of you in the moment as his lips and tongue trail over your flesh. Your mind grows numb when he tends to your breasts, taking his time to kiss in the valley between before flicking his tongue over a nipple and taking it into his mouth. Your back arches from the rug, so hot and desperate and needy. You want him to kiss everywhere all at once yet you love how he takes his time to cherish you.
His mouth lowers down to your stomach, past your belly button to press kisses against your mound. The sensation sends a chill through your body, so eager to feel his mouth between your thighs.
“I want to eat your pretty pussy, sweetheart.” He practically groans the words between kisses. All you can do is release a heavy sigh as your thighs fall open for him. He takes in the sight of you so ready and waiting for him. Chest heaving in anticipation. Eyes fluttering. Thighs open and it’s all for him. “Does my Queen want that? Does she want to come on my tongue as I eat her pussy?”
The sinful words shake you to your core. Your body trembles from just the thought. All you can do is whimper a simple ‘yes’. The King smirks, lowering his mouth to your body once again to press his tongue to your folds. The moment he licks your pussy for the first time, a gasp spills from your lips, hands falling to entangle fingers in his hair. He massages your slit between gentle kisses against your flesh. He takes his time, licking softly before leaving an open-mouthed kiss over your clit. The sensation fills your body with heat, already so on edge from having him taste you for the first time.
“Tastes so good, sweetheart,” he mumbles between your thighs. “So wet for me.” He licks from your entrance to your clit, sending a shiver down your spine before the warmth swells again. Juices drip from your walls onto his tongue, allowing him to lick every drop over and over.
You cry out his name. The fingers between the strands of his hair begin to tighten. He groans at the sudden sharp pain, but he loves it, making it known as he nearly growls between your legs. His tongue tends to your folds in a way you’ve never felt, becoming breathless in the moment as the pleasure begins to swell. You become a stuttering, whimpering mess beneath him, but from the way he groans against your flesh, you’re sure he loves it.
“Tell me how it feels, sweetheart,” he commands in a deep, stern tone, full of lust as he aligns two of his fingers to your entrance before easing them inside your soaked heat. “Tell me how it feels when I eat my Queen’s pussy.” His mouth falls to your body once again, licking and sucking and tasting you as he pumps his fingers deep inside of you.
“God,” you cry out, head falling back, eyes screwing shut. “It feels so good… please… don’t stop.” The words barely escape your lips between moans. Your voice becomes hoarse, strained and so weak from his pleasure. You feel the tension tightening, the heat swelling, the peak nearing so close you can almost taste it.
The expanse of bliss comes tumbling down around you, engulfing you in red hot warmth as the electricity of his pleasure surges through your body. You come against his tongue, juices spilling onto his flesh, thighs tightening around his head. He never slows his tongue, riding out the bliss right along with you, licking up every drop of release you give him. Your walls squeeze the two fingers inside of you, feeling so overwhelmed with lust and pleasure your mind grows hazy.
Then the rush of the high begins to evaporate, leaving you trembling around him, too sensitive for his mouth. Gently, you push him away as he removes his tongue and fingers from you. You’re breathless, chest heaving, eyes loosely closed. The only thing that can be heard is the crackling fire and your attempts to catch the breath in your lungs.
He crawls over your body, pressing his kisses to your cheek, your temple, your forehead, letting you know he’s still right there with you. Taking care of you. Loving you.
Suddenly you want more of him. Not even just the pleasure. You want to feel him closer. You want to feel him inside of you. You want the two of you to become one, and you want him to find his own release, his own bliss.
“My King,” you whisper. He chuckles softly, kissing your lips once until you can carry on. “Make love to me.”
Staring into his eyes, you see the warmth and love that he’s been keeping at bay. The small grin on his lips shows relief just as much as it shows how the words move him. He settles between your legs after pushing his leather pants down to his thighs. His lips fall to your own once again. He takes his time. He wants to cherish this feeling.
Your arms wrap around him, pulling him close, melting into the kiss, loving your King more and more as the seconds pass. In a moment, he’s easing his length into you, filling you up, claiming you as his own. You whimper his name for the hundredth time, but he doesn’t get tired of hearing it. His cock thrusts into you so deep you’re nearly seeing stars, but you don’t tear your eyes away from him. Instead, you press your forehead to his, loving to be wrapped around him while so full of him.
“Make love to me, my King,” you repeat, beginning to move your hips against him, moaning when his cock hits just the right spot. “Fuck me, please.”
He groans at the request. How could he ever deny his Queen? Part of him wishes he didn’t spend all this time ignoring you, but he intends to make up for it now. His hips begin to move against you, thrusting his cock deeper inside of you, pushing up to hit the spot that makes your toes curl. Soon he falls into a rhythm of making love to you, of fucking you, just like you wanted. His pace increases, falling into the moment and letting it take hold of him. Falling in love with being wrapped up in your warmth and hearing your whimpers and moans of pleasure.
“You feel so good,” he groans, deep strokes of his cock inside your pussy letting you know he means the words. “So fucking good and all mine.” His head dips to your neck, kissing, licking, sucking your flesh as he fucks you. Your legs wrap around his waist, allowing him to thrust deeper, harder, the both of you falling into a bliss you’ve never experienced.
Your bodies become one. Groans and moans mix with the crackling fire beside you. The room becomes so small, only the two of you needed and nothing else. He makes love to you just like you asked, and you can’t help but to whisper the three little words to him as the both of you reach a new kind of bliss. You tell him you love him, over and over as he comes inside of you. Both of your bodies tremble with need. Both of you fill the loneliness that has kept you apart. Both of you are in love, and now the two of you realize as much as you begin to come down from the pleasure.
He holds you close in the aftermath. And though he didn’t realize it, he was fulfilling another request of yours by sleeping next to you until the sun shines on both of your bodies in the morning.
Mornings with him where you lie in bed past the sound of your alarms going off, when neither of you have to work nor have any responsibilities at all, are the best. His arms wrap around your waist with his bare chest against your back, all before his hands begin to roam, brushing his fingertips over your hips. His face remains buried in your neck to feel his breath against your skin, and the smell of your shampoo fills his nose, causing him to release a wonderful sigh of satisfaction.
“What?” You giggle, wondering what is with the exaggerated noise so suddenly, sounding just like a cartoon character.
“I love this.” He presses his lips to your neck, not bothering to open his eyes. “I love you.” You can’t help but to smile, now turning your body to your side so you can face him.
“I love you, too.” You raise your head to lean forward, pecking his lips in a split second of affection before pulling away.
“Oh?” He raises a brow. “Prove it.” His tone is challenging in the sweetest, kindest, most him way possible, and you bite your lip at his words before positioning yourself to your knees.
“How do you want me to prove it?” Giggling, you throw one leg over his body to steady yourself while you straddle him, causing him to quickly realize you are not wearing any panties in the moment. “Like this?” You lean down to kiss his lips just as you roll your hips against him, feeling him already becoming aroused through his thin boxer-briefs.
“Yeah,” he says, licking his lips with a quick swipe of his tongue, “just like that.” You grin at his approval, before reaching to pull the large t-shirt from your body you wore to bed the night before, exposing your bare flesh to him and earning a delightful, yet quiet growl in return.
You push with your knees to raise your body enough to tug on the band of his boxers and pull them down, allowing his nearly completely erect member to be on display. While biting your lip, you position yourself over him, feeling the head press against your center as you steady yourself before sliding down his length in such a slow, careful motion.
“God…” He groans in a deep, desperate growl, eyes rolling and his head tilting back just enough to allow you to lower your mouth to his jaw, peppering kisses all around. You tighten your walls around him, just to tease as you hear him hiss from the sensation. Raising your hips from his body, you roll back down onto him a second later, feeling him fill you up and loving the way your bodies become one.
Soon you are riding him, slowly, passionately, with your forehead pressed against his and your eyes closed, taking your time because you know you have nothing else to do but love him. Your fingers find his, interlocking with one another with the backs of his hands pressed into the mattress next to his head. Soft groans pass his lips and you are getting pure pleasure from the noises he makes, knowing you are the reason for them.
“I love you,” he whispers, tightening his fingers around yours just a little more, nearing the edge of release after a while. You release a breathy laugh before telling him the same, now not being able to help yourself from increasing the speed of your hips. Rolling them. Dropping them down and pulling back up.
It feels too good, and becomes too much. You grip his hands harder and call out his name as you ride him faster. His lips part as he groans, and you open your eyes in time to see his face twisting in pleasure from your motions.
And seeing him and how good you are making him feel is enough to send you over the edge. You whine and moan his name, feeling the surges of pure heat and bliss through your body as you come, with him just right behind you. He gasps as you try your best to keep going even though the sensation is overwhelming, and together you reach your peak, holding one another and loving each other like no one else can.
You’re breathless the moment he sinks his cock into you, body bent over his desk as your breasts push the CEO’s paperwork over the glossy wooden surface. Your hands even more so as you struggle to hold on to something, anything to keep your mind focused on not being too loud in case his nosy secretary is listening in. Not like it’s abnormal for you to show up at your husband’s office in the middle of the day, craving his affection for a little afternoon delight.
It certainly gives him a break from the boring work, meetings, and filling out forms, which he makes clear he desperately needs as he pushes your sundress higher over your hips just so he can grab a palmful of your ass.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans into the air, head falling back and you wish you could see his lust-filled expression as he begins to work his cock in and out of your dripping cunt. Wish you could see him biting his lip to keep quiet. To see his sleeves rolled up, strong arms with veins protruding to hold you against the desk, keeping you in place as he slowly, and deeply, begins burying himself inside of you. “You feel so fucking good.” The words are strained as if he’s holding back in fear of losing control, or at least giving away the boss is fucking his wife to all of the employees just outside the door.
“Harder,” you cry out in a hushed command, his name following soon after. The warmth bubbles between your legs with every thrust of his cock inside you. It becomes difficult to keep quiet, wanting to moan to the heavens and tell him how incredible he feels fucking you like this.
The fact that anyone could hear just by walking a bit too close to the office door makes it all the more thrilling. You know it’s not locked. Anyone could walk in, but it makes it even hotter. And you’re already beyond worked up just from feeling so full of him, a tight grip on your hips keeping you in place as he buries himself inside your cunt over and over.
“So fucking wet,” he groans out, not caring about the noises either of you make. As if anyone would cross the boss like that or question his actions. No, you have nothing to worry about being married to such a powerful man, getting to fuck at your leisure whenever the mood strikes. “So fucking good, sweetheart.”
His praises send a rush of heat through your body. You know you won’t last long, yet you’re so eager to come around his drenched cock. A hand reaches between your legs. Fingers find your clit. It’s enough to send you barrelling toward the edge. Papers spill over the desk as you drip over his cock. A few pens scattered over the floor, but neither of you care about the mess you’re making.
“I’m… I’m coming,” you cry out, louder than usual as the tightness in the pit of your stomach takes hold. Pleasure spirals out of control between your thighs, warmth rushing through your body as your knees quiver. His name bounces off the walls from your desperate lips, loving the feel of his thick cock inside you as your pussy spasms around him.
It’s all he can do to hold out. His head falls back, curses fill the air. Feeling your walls gripping his cock sends him over the edge, getting lost in spilling himself inside your soaked pussy. His hips quicken in pace for a moment before the bliss takes over, hot cum filling you until neither of you can take anymore.
Your body goes weak beneath him as he rests his hands on each side of your head. Quick breaths are the only thing either of you hear, panting until you can both finally regain your composure. As reality sets in, he can’t help but to chuckle as he takes in the mess over his desk. You’re a little worn out from the afternoon quickie, but you soon settle in his arms as he grabs hold of you to pull you close.
“Do you ever wonder if they can hear?” you ask him as he kisses your forehead, reality setting in also making you question whether the two of you ever have an audience or not. A wide smile spreads over his lips.
“I know they can,” he replies with a smirk. “You’re not exactly quiet when you come, sweetheart.”
Your jaw drops, a pout taking over your features which only makes him laugh more.
“Don’t worry,” he says before giving you another quick kiss, “it wouldn’t be as much fun if they couldn’t.”
In the middle of your nightly face routine, he always seems to make an appearance. Whether it’s to tell you how beautiful you look, kiss you on the back of your head, or even tease you by pulling you close and slipping a hand into your panties. He wastes no time expressing his neediness, feeling the thickness of his arousal pressing against you while his fingers roam between your thighs, slipping over your folds, dipping into the creamy nectar he’s earned.
You breathe his name as your eyes flutter to a close. He’s so good at causing you to melt into his embrace. All it takes is a few strokes of his fingers over your slit. Your body craves him, coming alive with desperate heat, feeling the pleasure begin to rise.
“So wet already for me, baby,” he says in a whisper against your ear, leaning down to hear the way you begin to whimper his name. How you rock your hips against his hand doesn’t go unnoticed, causing him to chuckle, though he takes his time working you up. “Your pussy feels so good like this, so wet and warm and ready for me.”
He continues to tease with his deliciously sinful words spoken between your heavy exhales and sighs. Your hand drops to his arm with a tight squeeze the moment he finds your clit, eyes opening just enough to see the outline of your bodies in the vanity mirror before you, the dim lighting of your bedroom casting a warm glow over your skin hot with pleasure.
“Does it feel good, baby?” he asks after circling your clit a few times, fingers dropping to your entrance just to feel the juices pooling there. He can’t help but to groan, feeling the slickness of your arousal against his skin, knowing he’s the reason you’re on the edge of bliss. “Do you like it when I fuck you with my fingers like this?”
With that, he pushes the digits inside of your heat, making your legs tremble as a gasp fills the room. Your fingernails dig into his arm, feeling his muscles tense as he holds you close with a strong grip. The feeling of him so close, pleasuring you, fucking you with his fingers, tempts you to open your eyes once more.
Again you take in the two of you in the reflection. A strong, veiny arm wrapped around your body. His hand disappeared inside of the expensive, lace panties he bought you however long ago. His head tilted over your shoulder, mouth dangerously close to your ear just to whisper those dirty words and sinful questions.
You see the motions of his hand beneath the fabric as he brings his fingers back to your clit. Your legs tremble with weakness from the bliss filling every inch of you as he tends to the swollen nub. You can’t pull your eyes away from the two of you in the mirror.
“Answer me, baby,” he reminds you of his earlier question, making you realize you’ve lost track of time in his embrace. The pleasure begins to grow, heat building inside of your body as you squeeze your thighs around his hand. “Getting close? Going to come all over my fingers?”
“Yes,” is all you can manage, the word ripped off your tongue as you throw your head back. He pulls you even closer with his free arm, holding your body still, keeping you in place as the bliss begins to bubble over.
“Come for me, baby,” he encourages, continuing to play in the juices between your legs, “come all over my fingers, I want to feel it.”
You can’t help but to obey. The pleasure swells and overflows as you cry out his name. It’s all too much, growing dizzy yet feeling the vibrations of your orgasm flowing through your body. You writhe and tremble in his hold, and he doesn’t even think about letting you go until he starts to feel you go limp.
Carefully, he guides you to the bed on your shaking legs, helping you get comfortable enough to catch your breath. He places kisses on your forehead and you can’t help but to giggle tiredly in his arms after the pleasure he’s given you.
Your meal for the night looks a little nervous, but that’s to be expected. He fiddles with the sleeve of his jacket as he waits for you, every now and then running fingers through his hair or tapping his foot to the floor of the club while biting his lip. It’s his first time, you’re sure of it. First timers are always the most fun.
For a vampire, anyway, and getting to feed on willing humans every night that have a kink for the dark and mysterious makes life so, so much easier for you. For hundreds of years you’ve had to scour the streets in search of food. Shocking when the humans turned this lifestyle into a business, allowing clients with their fetishes for the strange and obscene to get their rocks off for a generous fee.
It gives you a free meal and some cash in your pocket, so you can’t complain. Sometimes clients want a little extra, but you only offer such services to the ones you find cute.
He is pretty cute, you think as he tells you his name with a wavering voice. Strikingly handsome, if you were being completely honest, but you can’t let your excitement show too much.
This human follows you to a room in the back of the busy club. The two of you slip between the humans and monsters getting close and acquainted as the music echoes through the corridors. The bass shakes you to your core, and maybe a little excitement as well. It’s been awhile since you’ve been with someone as gorgeous as him.
“Sit,” you instruct the moment you’ve slipped away behind a locked door. Faint sounds of conversations and music can still be heard, but it’s not enough to distract you from your goal. “First time, baby?” With a giggle, you settle next to him on the large, red velvet sofa in the far wall of the room. Around you are black walls decorated with gold ornaments, thick-framed pictures of different creatures in seductive poses, and an assortment of different flogging toys lined up in a row… if you need them.
“Uh, y-yeah.” Nervously, he mumbles and rubs his palm along the back of his neck. “I’ve never… done anything like this before.”
“Aw,” you coo, leaning closer to brush strands of his soft, silky hair from his forehead. “I’ll take care of you, baby. Promise.”
He releases an anxious chuckle. His eyes fall to the ground. He lacks the confidence to even look you in the eyes.
Maybe he needs a different view, you think. The black, lace robe you adorn falls from your shoulders after tugging on the ribbon around your waist, exposing the blood red lingerie. Your breasts nearly overflow from the cup of your bra, and it’s the first thing he sets his eyes on. Then he follows the curve of your waist to the tiniest little pair of sheer panties, licking his lips and sucking in a sharp breath.
“So… vampires are your thing?” You ask in a nonchalant tone, reaching for him to rub your palm along his chest.
“Yes,” he replies in an exhale. “I, uh, don’t mean to… to offend you. As if you’re just an object to be used or anything, but I… I heard about this place from a friend.”
Oh, he’s simply the sweetest. You can’t help but to smirk. So innocent and cute. You resist the urge to tell him you’ll be the one using him as an object. He’s trying his best.
“I’ve been… a little lonely, lately.” His voice lowers as his eyes fall to the floor. Poor thing. Probably just went through a bad breakup. Maybe there’s a person he needs to forget, and the two sharp points of a vampire’s fangs are just enough to do the job.
“Well, we can fix that.” With that, you settle closer to him, leaning in so your voice fills his ear in an instant. “What do you like to do for fun?” As you ask, your hand rises to his chest again, brushing your fingers over the exposed skin on his throat. You can feel his blood pumping vigorously just beneath your flesh. You resist from groaning at just the thought of tasting him. You know he’s going to be absolutely delicious.
“Well,” he begins, clearing his throat and shifting his weight from side to side while gulping.
He rambles a little about the things he loves. It’s an old tactic to get clients to open up. They relax more when talking about something familiar to them, so you listen with all your focus on him. His heart rate slows as he mentions music. A genuine giggle escapes your lips, enjoying his company more than you thought you would.
“That sounds like a lot of fun,” you tell him honestly, knuckles running along the length of his neck before your fingertips graze the curve of his ear. Suddenly, he’s on edge once more the moment he’s done talking about himself.
“What about you?” he asks, causing your brows to arch. “What do you do for fun?”
You’ve never had a client want to get to know you before. He really is a sweetheart, you realize.
“Oh, you know… staying up until dawn, feeding on humans, taking naps in coffins…” A sly smirk crosses your lips as he hangs on to every word. “Typical vampire stuff.”
“Does it hurt?” he questions, lowering his eyes to the two sharp fangs in your mouth. “Getting bitten?”
“Only if you want it to,” you reply, smirk widening while running your fingers slowly through his hair. His body stiffens as he inhales a sharp breath.
“I don’t want it to…”
There’s a jolt of pure, hot need between your legs at his response. “Then, let me make it feel good, baby.”
Suddenly, you’re on your knees before him. He remains tense as he sits before you, but quickly relaxes beneath your touch when your hands run along the length of his strong thighs. You can hear him gulp once more. His heart is racing. Blood pumping. Skin flushed, and all of it makes you want him more. He’s so nervous, so on edge, yet you can see how badly he wants you, not only to fuck him, but to feed from him as well.
You have no problem doing both. “Now, I can tell you’re nervous.” You begin to unfasten his belt buckle before tugging on the button to his jeans. “So I’m going to go slow, and I’m going to explain everything I’m going to do to you, okay?”
All he can do is nod, jaw slacked, eyes full of fiery anticipation. He licks his lips before pushing his jeans down to his feet after kicking off his sneakers. Then he rids himself of his t-shirt, leaving himself in only his black boxer-briefs. Your eyes scan over his flesh, taking in every muscle, every curve until you feel your own mouth watering.
His hair is ruffled and his lips are glistening as he stares down at you. He never takes his sights off your movements, watching as you reach for the waistband of his boxers and pull them down just enough to free his awaiting length. Your fangs softly sink into your bottom lip at the sight, thick and hard and ready for your mouth.
“I’m going to suck you off,” you tell him, watching his chest rise and fall in rapid motion, “and don’t worry about the fangs. I’m incredibly gentle.”
With that, you lean in to lick the tip of his length you’re gripping at the base with one hand. His entire body tenses all over again, sucking air between his teeth and not exhaling until you’re slipping the tip past your lips. A few pumps of your fist drives him wild while you tend to the swollen mushroom head, tongue swirling around before taking him farther inside your mouth.
A deep groan builds in his chest. A few curses follow. He becomes putty in your hands as you expertly suck him off, being mindful of the sharp fangs in your mouth, but he has forgotten all about them. His chest rises and falls in time with your motions, groans and whimpers becoming all the more evident of the pleasure filling his body.
Then you pull away just as quickly as you began. His eyes pop open as his head rises from the back of the cushioned sofa.
“Wh-what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, baby,” you coo, leaning back to wipe your mouth, smearing the red lipstick a little over your cheek. “But I don’t want you finishing before the real fun has started.”
Slowly, you climb his body to your feet, mouth hovering just above his until your lips press into his own. You take him in a fiery, passionate kiss to earn a groan vibrating your flesh. His skin is flushed hot and burning with desire as your tongues intertwine a second before you pull away, teeth tugging at his bottom lip to leave him dying for more.
Hearing his heart pounding in his chest urges you to begin peeling your clothes off, piece by flimsy piece, until your lingerie is on the floor and you’re bare before him. He drinks in the sight of you, hungry vampire before him, looking bloodthirsty as you lick your lips while your fangs appear sharp as ever. His sights lower down your body, burning the image of your naked frame crawling over his own to settle on his lap.
“Gonna fuck you now, baby,” you groan, reaching between the two of you to grip him in your fist once again. “And I’m going to taste your blood while I do it.”
You hear no protest. He only licks his lips, groans, and tosses his head back to lure you in. You take his invitation happily and hungrily, grinding your body against him while your lips fall to his neck. A few strokes of your hand prep him once again, his length hard and needy and desperate for you to sink down onto him.
Without a word, you do just that, aligning the tip until your entrance engulfs him. Another deep, unsteady groan fills the room as he becomes buried inside your walls, coating his flesh in your arousal.
“Oh… oh my God,” he whimpers, eyes screwing shut, hands rising to grab hold of you. “Please…” Desperately, he pushes his hips into you, causing you to moan his name and throw your head back. A few rolls of your hips do the both of you good as his hands begin to roam your body. Fingertips ghost over your ribs until he reaches your chest. His thumbs brush over your nipples as you ride him, grinding your body against his own and getting lost in the pleasure.
Though his blood pumps harder, quicker, drawing you into his neck once more. Your pace quickens as you kiss his flesh, listening to him groan, concentrating on the beating of his heart pumping the blood you’re dying to taste.
“Fuck,” you cry out, bliss filling your body, struggling between the pleasure riding him gives you and the need to feed on him. “I’m… I’m going to bite you… when I… come…” Your mind grows fuzzy, trying to get the words out but he’s hitting so deep inside of you as you roll your hips. Your body trembles as ecstasy takes hold.
He wraps an arm around your back, pulling you in, groaning in your ear, pumping his hips between your shaking thighs. Neither of you will last much longer. He’s high on the experience and you’re getting off to him submitting himself to you so desperately it drives you wild. He wants it just as much as you do. The thought brings you that much closer to the edge.
And just when you feel the bliss bubbling, the tension coiling, and finally the wave of pleasure coursing through your body, you open your mouth wide to pierce his flushed flesh with the sharp points of your fangs. Red hot blood spills onto your tongue just as your release of pleasure coats his flesh, wetter and wetter the more you suck from him.
He tenses and trembles until he’s spilling inside of you, his hot release filling you up just as his blood does the same. Sucking at his neck, you hungrily take enough of his blood to satisfy you completely, only pulling away when you assume he begins to grow weak while coming back down from the high.
It only takes a few seconds to bounce back from the bliss of feeding, having more energy than before thanks to his blood. However, you’re not done with your client just yet. You take the time to help him clean up, tend to his wounds by healing the openings in his neck with your own blood. You promise him there will be no scars, though he will be fatigued the following day.
He hums softly, still on cloud nine after being fucked and fed on. You don’t blame him, however, knowing a vampire’s fangs can bring their own pleasure with a sense of relaxation in the after effects. And though it pains you to see him go due to him being the most fun you have had with a client in a long time, you’re hopeful to see the sweet, tasty human soon.
He is always such a tease. Drawing out your pleasure, not giving you what you want or giving in until you are begging, “Please,” with a desperate, breathless voice.
With his deep, raspy chuckle resonating in your whole body, he lies positioned between your legs, mouth and tongue just inches from where you need him the most. You would have told him to fuck off by then if he wasn’t so absolutely sinful with that tongue of his. Just thinking about it has you dripping against your sheets as you lie naked and impatient beneath him.
You are tempted to take the strands of his hair between your fingers to guide him where he needs to go, but with the way his dark eyes stare up at you from between your thighs, you know his reward will be well worth the wait of his teasing.
You exhale his name, closing your eyes and tilting your head back just in time to feel his hands against your outer thighs, slipping up and down your skin, muscles tightening beneath his palm.
“Yes, baby?” he answers, playfulness in his tone and you are seconds from getting yourself off if he keeps it up.
“Please,” you beg, voice more breathless than you wanted, showing your need for his mouth to be on you. “Please. I’m so fucking worked up. I just need this.”
“I can tell,” he states, running a finger up your slit from your entrance to coat the tip in your arousal, sending your thighs twitching around his hand from the contact. “I swear I could probably make you come in less than five minutes.”
“Let’s find out,” you whine even more, causing him to chuckle once again as he repeats the motion of caressing up and down your slit, but never daring to touch your clit. You can feel the swollen bud throbbing with desire, with need, with the fact that you are so fucking turned on one touch alone could probably make you come.
“Patience, baby.”
“I’ve been patient.” You wiggle against the bed. “I just need you. I need to get off.”
“Oh?” he asks, and you can tell in his tone his eyes are wide and his brows are raised. You, on the other hand, still have your eyelids shut, head back, fingers clutching the sheets to refrain from pulling on his hair and burying his head between your thighs yourself, even though you are sure he wouldn’t protest to the act of finally tasting you. “What do you need me to do?”
His finger circles your entrance, making it hard to focus on your words as you speak. “I need your mouth on me.”
“My mouth?” He is good at playing innocent. “What do you want my mouth to do?”
You groan. “…”
“C’mon, baby. Say it and you’ll get what you want.”
“I want you to,” you begin, and pause, feeling your whole body flush, “to make me come with your mouth.”
“And how do you want me to do that?” he asks, then begins placing sweet, soft kisses against your inner thighs as he awaits your answer.
“W-with your tongue.” He knows getting you so worked up will be a reward to him as well. Your head is already spinning with the simplest of touches, of kisses, of strokes with his finger up and down your slit once more until he ever so slowly pushes the digit inside, causing your thighs to threaten to tighten around him.
“What do you want me to do with my tongue, baby?”
You bite down on your bottom lip, realizing he is going to make you explain every dirty and delightful detail. “I want you to taste me.” You gulp, already feeling too hot and embarrassed, but by his groan that fills the room as he pulls his finger from within you only to slip it back in just as slow, you know he is loving every second of it.
“I-I… fuck.” He eases another finger inside of you, causing your words to stutter and your mind to go blank.
“Say it, baby. What do you want me to do with my tongue?”
“I want you,” you moan, unknowingly beginning to push your hips towards him, “to… lick… me.” Another moan fills the air as he gently pumps his fingers in and out, hearing the sloppy sounds of your arousal mix with his groans from feeling your wetness.
“Where?” His voice deepens as he asks, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Between my thighs - please.” He isn’t playing fair at this point. Both of you are well aware, but he makes it obvious he doesn’t care and you make it obvious you need him desperately as you blurt out what he wants to hear. “Against my clit. I want you to taste me and make me come. I want it so fucking bad, so please.”
You don’t have time to feel the flood of warmth and embarrassment before he is giving you what you have been begging for, finally burying his face between your thighs, finally licking up your slit with his tongue, and finally pleasuring your clit as your back arches off the bed and you whimper his name in response.
“Fucking Christ.” He wastes no more time as you cry out, feeling his tongue draw circles around and around before flicking up and down at a rapid pace. Your thighs tighten around his head. Your hands clench the sheets tighter. Your whole body shakes beneath him and it only encourages him to move his tongue faster. His fingers continue working in and out of you, drawing out whimper and moan and cry after cry as he curls them to press against your most sensitive spot.
“Please,“ you beg, “don’t stop.” And he won’t, not until you are trembling and moaning and coming undone before him to spill out over his mouth. Not until curses mix with whimpers that mix with his name flooding the air. Not until you are taking hold of his hair between your fingers and not until your body tenses and your muscles tighten and you can’t even give him any warning before you are reaching your end.
By the time the first wave of pleasure surges through you, your hips are bucking against his face. By the time the warmth spreads through your whole body, you have gone too weak to hold onto his hair, muscles relaxing, and moans falling quiet until you slack against the bed. He finally slows his tongue halfway through you reaching your peak, and by the time you go limp with your eyes shut, trying to catch your breath, he pulls away completely to clean himself as he chuckles.
A few moments pass before you feel his arm drape around your stomach to pull you against his body. You grin to yourself, knowing that even though he is such an unbelievable tease, the reward is definitely always worth the wait.
You can’t help but to stare at the way the sweat beads over his skin. Gorgeous flesh beneath drops of his hard work racing down his neck distract you from the book in your lap. Not like you could pay much attention to anything else as he cleans your parents’ pool. You’ve read the same sentence five times now. The same page for at least fifteen minutes. The same motions of his muscles, veiny arms netting the leaves without a care. Earbuds in, his favorite song playing that he sometimes mouths the words to.
God, what a work of art. It’s not the sun sparkling against your skin making you so hot in the moment. Maybe not even the sight of him at all, but definitely all the thoughts racing through your mind about him, about you, about the two of you together.
You’re a mess over him, and you quickly shake your head to rid yourself of the images. You know it’s rude to be ogling the pool boy. He’s only trying to work and make enough to pay bills. You attempt a polite smile as he looks your way for a moment, only to be met with a wide, gorgeous grin that makes your heart flutter.
Ugh, hot and cute, you think. Mix that with his big, kind heart and it’s a dangerous combo.
Maybe you’ve held his eyes in your own gaze for a moment too long, because it only takes a second for him to make his way toward you. As your heart races, you sit up in your lounge chair, setting your book to the side, grabbing your lemonade and the extra you’ve prepared him just as he is close enough in range.
“Thirsty?” you ask, raising the ice cold glass toward him, and he happily accepts.
“Always,” he teases, taking the drink from you in his hand and gulping for a few seconds without hesitation. You watch his head fall back, his throat extended and exposed as he swallows the lemonade. He pulls away, licks his lips, keeping eye contact with you the entire time. “Tastes good.”
It seems as if his words, the deep tone, the hidden meaning insinuated, as well as the smirk afterwards makes your heart drop to your pussy. Heat rushes over you in an instant. Your pulse fills your ears for a second until you can only feel the desperate thumping between your legs.
“I’m glad,” you muster the confidence to reply in just as much of a cheeky manner. It’s nothing new to flirt with him. In fact, you would assume he enjoys it. He always makes it his mission to chat for a few moments no matter how busy he is, how hot it is, or how many customers he still has to reach by the end of the afternoon. When you’re not around, he even makes a point to ask your parents about you, giving them the excuse that he loves to talk about the books you’re reading, or the music he’s listening to.
If you didn’t know any better, you would believe he is digging you as much as you’re digging him. Yet, you know he wants to remain professional, so it never goes further than flirtatious remarks, and subtle glances to check one another out.
You’re certainly giving him just as much of a show in your swimsuit. The cut is low over your breasts, thin, sparkly material barely there that you notice his eyes drop to every now and then. It makes your body even hotter. You can just picture his mouth on you now. His lips pressed to your flesh, kissing your breasts, a tongue flicking out to tease a hardened nipple. Licking, sucking, maybe even biting. God, you would let him do it all.
“Are you okay?”
The question pulls you from the vivid daydream just before you begin soaking your swimsuit between your legs. You blink a few times, staring up at him grinning down at you. He’s finished his lemonade, making it obvious as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and then playfully rubs his bare, toned belly as if he is full and satisfied.
“Uh, huh?” you question, causing him to chuckle with his nose scrunched just enough to make you melt.
“I asked if you were getting in the pool, or just going to sit there looking beautiful for me.”
For me. The words play again and again in your mind. If it were any other man, you would be running for the hills. But sweet, kind, cute, incredibly hot pool boy only makes you melt further. Your heart drums in your chest. All you can do is look down at your lap and grin, biting your lip to keep from giving away just how much his words get to you.
“Well…” You think for a moment, knowing he is opening the door to take your flirty relationship to the next level. He’s putting the option in your hands now, making it clear how he feels about you, that he’s into you, and now it’s up to you on what you wish to do next. “Only if you join me…”
When you look up at him, he’s grinning from ear to ear. “Won’t your parents mind? I don’t want to get fired.”
“Please, my parents adore you. My mom goes on and on about the cute and nice pool boy. Plus, they’re gone for the weekend.”
Upon hearing the last remark, his tone shifts. “In that case,” is all he says, extending that beautiful, strong, veiny arm to help you up from your seat. Happily, you accept, gently slipping your palm into his own to feel the hard-working man’s calloused hand.
He leads you to the pool, continuing to keep your hand in his own as you step slowly down the concrete steps into the water. He follows behind, already in his swim trunks thanks to never knowing when he will need to jump in the water to collect large debris, or maybe unclog a drain. The water is cool and refreshing on your sun-warmed skin, relaxing just enough as you turn back to him.
There’s a grin on his lips as he wades through the pool, raising his soaked hands up to his face to rub the sweat from his flesh before carding his fingers through his hair.
Cute, wet, playful and in the pool with you is not how you expected to start your weekend, but you can’t find a thing to complain about.
“Feels nice, huh?” he asks, the two of you dancing around one another as you swim about in between the shallow and deep ends.
“Of course,” you reply, “even better for you, I’m sure. It’s so hot and you’ve been out here for a while.”
“It’s not too bad,” he admits with a smile. “It’s relaxing work, if I’m being honest. It’s easier when I get to spend time with someone so pretty.”
Once again, he says things only he could get away with. It makes your heart flutter. Warmth spirals from between your legs all over again. He doesn’t give you much time to react before he’s making his way through the water toward you. Face to face, he stares down into your eyes, hesitation in his expression for a split-second before he reaches for you. His hand on your hip, suddenly but softly, pulls you closer to him. You allow him to do as he wishes, making it clear from your smile his careful, gentle motions make you feel safe in his embrace. He takes his time, giving you ample opportunity to turn him away, in which you’re confident he would understand and respect your boundaries.
But you’ve been waiting for this moment, fantasizing about being this close to him from the day you first saw him carrying two big jugs of chlorine like it was nothing. You move closer to him, your grin matching his own. A small giggle escapes your lips. You aren’t sure why. He makes you feel so calm when he’s around. Naturally he relaxes you, and it only takes a few more seconds for your lips to meet his flesh.
He kisses you, softly at first, testing the waters to make sure it’s what you want. When you don’t pull away, and when you actually lean into him, he takes it further. Both hands grip your hips with a delicate touch, his mouth pressing against your own until his tongue parts your lips. You invite him in as he deepens the kiss, tasting sticky, salty sweat on his skin and loving every second of it.
Your body comes alive. A switch is triggered, heat rushing through you so suddenly all you can do is press yourself against him. And he lets you, pushing him all the way to the side of the pool until he can squat just enough within the water to where you can rest on his lap. It only takes a moment to feel his cock hard against your aching pussy. His kisses deepen just as you begin rolling your hips against him. Teeth nip at your bottom lip a second before he wraps an arm around your body, holding you close, making sure you’re grinding against his hardened length as you rock yourself back and forth.
You whimper, eyes closed, head falling to the side as his mouth begins to wander. You feel his cock against your slit, the hard, rounded tip pressing against your clit, driving you wild, urging you to fall into a pleasurable rhythm until it feels too damn good to stop.
“Keep going, baby,” he encourages you, as if he can read your mind, as if he knows exactly what it is you need. The pleasure swells and if your flimsy bathing suit wasn’t in the way, dying to feel his flesh against your own, you know you would have already come by now. “Ride my cock, just like that.”
His filthy words are spoken just to draw you closer to the edge. Oh how you would love to be anywhere else but the pool with him, no clothes, grinding against his cock, slippery juices coating his flesh. You know there will be time for that later. You need to come now, whimpering his name once again, quiet moans spilling between praises from his lips. He tells you to keep going, asking you how it feels, telling you you’re beautiful and sexy and he wants you so damn badly.
Quickly, your movements become desperate, heat filling every inch of your body, knowing how close you’re getting. He can sense it from the way you grow quiet, concentrating on the feeling, as well as how your legs tremble and twitch around him. Your hands fall from clinging to his shoulders to touch your own body. Shaking fingers trail down the straps of your swimsuit, running along the curve of your breasts to find your nipples hardened and aching.
Before you can think about it, you tug on the straps until your breasts bounce free from restraints.
“Fuck…” he mutters, pleasantly surprised at your beautiful tits popping out just for him, fingers digging into your flesh out of pure need to please you. As you grind against his cock, you push your chest forward, inviting him to do as he wishes once again.
And he doesn’t hesitate, head falling down to press his lips to your chest. You can feel yourself become more aroused, hotter, slicker between your thighs, grinding on his hard cock as he begins teasing your nipples. Just as you imagined, he runs his tongue around the erect, sensitive bud before taking it in his mouth, sucking lightly to cause a surge of pleasure to rush through your body.
It all happens too fast. The bliss overwhelms you in an instant. The tension snaps between your thighs in a sweet, euphoric release of red hot pleasure coursing through your body. You lean forward as you come, grabbing onto him and he holds you just as tight. Your hips rocking roughly against him begin to slow, body trembling as the waves of bliss take hold of every ounce of sanity. Whimpers of his name fill the air, causing him to groan in satisfaction from making you come, from making you feel so damn good.
Then it all comes floating down, softly, gently, feeling him kissing your temple, his palm soothing your back. You’re still unsteady so you don’t move, but you’re sure he would keep you there as long as you needed. He’s left you so breathless, all you can do is release a soft chuckle for a few seconds.
“Oh my God…” you finally say, and he laughs in return. “That was… so much better than just fantasizing about it.”
Now he’s laughing a little louder, the warmth of such a sweet voice filling your ears relaxing you even further.
“I have to agree,” he admits, making it clear he’s thought about the two of you together just as much as you have.
If that’s the case, you think, you can’t wait to show him what you have fantasized about doing to him in return.
He paints patterns on your skin with his lips, trailing down your body with need, but taking his time. His mouth presses to your spine. Each kiss is more delicate than the last, warming your body up as you lay on your stomach, soft sheets beneath you, coolness in the air that makes you shiver right along with his touch.
You giggle his name. You can’t help it. Not with the way he tenderly kisses your body all the way down to your ass. You wiggle beneath him, sensitive from the ticklish nature of his soft and sweet kisses. He loves to watch you get worked up from his mouth alone, knowing he’s only just getting started.
Strong hands grip your sides as he hovers over you to raise your hips from the bed. He carries on while you allow him to do anything and everything he wants to your body, knowing his loving touches take care of you so, so well.
“Spread your legs, baby.” His deep, needy voice sends a surge of warmth straight between your thighs. An ache settles in your core from him, feeling his lips back on your body once again for a moment between words. “Let me taste your pussy, sweetheart.”
Another surge of pure heat makes you tremble from the dark desire in his voice. You follow the instructions with an eager whimper, raising your hips along with his help, parting your thighs, putting your dripping cunt on display for him so his tongue can lap up your juices.
He wastes no time doing as promised. His mouth presses your slit, over your entrance, stopping for a moment to taste your honey before diving lower. Your shiver upon the contact. Warmth spirals from your core to the rest of your body as he tastes you. He works his tongue over your clit, swallowing every drop of arousal that drips down to his mouth. He tastes your pussy from behind, earning moans and whimpers of his name, cries for more that beg him not to stop.
His hands grip your hips tighter, getting lost in the moment and the way you taste. The way you drip on his tongue. How you shiver with every delicious circle around your swollen, aching bud. The cries you release and the way you beg him to come. He loves every second of it as he sucks on your clit.
“Please,” you cry out, hands twisting the sheets, ass rising in the air as you roll your hips against his mouth. “I’m so close,” you gasp, eyes screwing shut, concentrating on the pressure of his thick tongue over your pussy, imagining how it looks in your mind to see him buried between your thighs from behind.
All he can do is groan against your flesh. He holds you tight, keeping you in place while licking your pussy, massaging your clit with the flat of his tongue until every cry from your mouth or tremble against his hands tells him you’re coming undone. A final gasp filling the room signals the pleasure overwhelming your body, growing weak before him as you ride out the bliss against his tongue.
But he doesn’t pull away, continuing to gather up every drop of slick and salty essence, overwhelming you further until you can take no more. Another gasp fills the room as you’ve grown too sensitive after coming down from the high. You’re shaking in his hands all over again, wiggling in his grasp, whimpering it’s too much until he finally pulls away from you.
With a satisfied, yet sleepy grin, you collapse to the sheets. It doesn’t take long to feel his body press against you from behind, gathering you up in his arms to pull you close to him. You melt into his chest just like you alway do, completely spent from the pleasure and blissfully on cloud nine.
Maybe you enjoy the breathless moans that fall from his lips more than you should. The way he whimpers his pleas and thrusts his hips into you from below sends a rush of adrenaline through your body. With your drenched slit grinding against his hardened cock, you have him right where you want him, on the edge, desperate for release, flushed with sweat beading against his forehead.
Your back remains to him from the moment you started this teasing session, with a few glances over your shoulder to check on him, only to see his face twisted in pure bliss. He remains naked, spread on the bed and at your mercy. With urgency, he reaches for your body before his eager hands land on your hips, a simple ‘please’ falling from his lips because he wants to be deep inside of you in the moment.
“Oh,” you say his name with a giggle, continuing to massage his cock with your dripping pussy, allowing your juices to coat his skin, feeling your swollen clit brush over his shaft. Soon his hands fall from your hips to grip your ass in an attempt to urge you further, but all you can do is chuckle at him. A breathless whimper fills the bedroom once again the moment he pushes his hips beneath you, needy for release while feeling the warmth of your body wrapped around him.
“I can’t,” he groans, the words strained as they leave his tongue, “please, baby…”
Heat floods your body from the tremble in the words. Cute and whiny with him being so needy in the moment. It fuels your ego as well as gives you confidence to keep teasing, because in the end you know he loves to be a submissive little puppy for you. He loves when you tease, loves when you have him on edge.
“Are you going to come?” you ask in an innocent enough tone, feeling his body tense beneath you. His breaths quicken. He whines a little more, digging his fingers into your flesh. Your hips work faster as you grind your body against his length, feeling him twitch beneath you, noticing his balls tighten when he’s only a moment from pure pleasure. He’s right on the edge of release, and you know a little encouragement will do the trick for your needy puppy. “Come for me. I wanna feel you come.”
A strained groan fills in his chest, then he’s tense once again, all before he begins to release thick, white strands of cum against his stomach. He spills over with a whimper, hips bucking, cock stiff as ever. You continue your motions until he’s whining all over again, far too sensitive and completely milked thanks to the slick caress of your drenched slit against him.
